#i’m posing this to try and hold myself accountable

[rhikasa]

2025 challenge: make a celebration post for each of my ocs on their birthday.

[living-dead-author]

Kinktober day 13: Lingerie with Lestat De Lioncourt

I flipped a coin to decide which Lestat I would write this for and I got Lestat from the IWTV show. I'm still early on in the series, only on episode four as of writing this, but I could be further along when this gets posted, so my apologies if this is ooc for him. This work is 18+ minors and ageless accounts dni

Content includes: Reader showing off sexually to Lestat, GN reader with very vague physical descriptions (assigned sex at birth not mentioned), Google translated French, very suggestive

"Oh come on mon chéri, I want to see your lovely self in those pretty clothes I got for you." Lestat says, adjusting his seated position on his couch. A couple of nights ago Lestat gave you a sort of ‘allowance’ to go get yourself some lingerie. Of course it’s not just for you to enjoy, but you couldn’t deny the opportunity to get some new fancy underthings.

You're standing in just the other room, wearing the first set of fancy lingerie that he bought for you. An off white silky set with intricate embroidery. Something that you’re deeply in love with, but also felt bad buying because of how expensive it is.

You step out and shyly stand in front of him, holding your arms out slightly to fully show off what you’re wearing. He smiles, his eyes twinkling with clear attraction. “Do I look good?” You ask softly, a small smile creeping on your face. 

“Oh mon amour, you look divine.” He says, that French accent lacing his words, making them sound even sweeter. “Do a spin, go on.” He says, moving his hand to signal for you to spin. You do as he requests and smile wider, turning to face him again.

“I feel like I’m going to ruin these clothes. They’re just so…expensive. I don’t want to accidentally do something to them.” You say, running your hands over the high quality fabric. 

“Oh you’re not going to ruin it, that’s my job.” Lestat teases, his tongue running over his teeth, clearly savoring your current state of dress. 

“I’ll go try on one of the other ones.” You say, stepping back into the room, looking out at the other lingerie sets laid out for you to try on. Your eyes gravitate towards a sheer, wine red set.

“Don’t leave me waiting for too long chéri~” Lestat calls out, smiling a little to himself as you disappear again. You carefully take off your current set and put on another one, stepping back out to show Lestat. He grins like a cheshire cat, his already light eyes sparkling even more. “Oh I am truly the luckiest man in New Orleans tonight.” 

You chuckle and hold your hands behind your back, looking at him with that still slightly shy expression, but it’s slowly falling down at his praise.

“You keep talking to me like this and I’m not going to be able to function for the rest of the night.” You say in an equally teasing tone slowly moving your body from side to side. His eyes slide down your body, his hands twitching for a moment.

“You have no idea what you do to me mon amour. I can hardly keep myself sitting here and not picking you up right this second.” He says, and by the look in his eyes, you know he’s telling the truth.

“I don’t know if I should keep dragging this out or just get it over as quickly as possible.” You tease, putting your hands above your head, posing yourself in a sexy manner. Lestat chuckles and his fingers dance over the top of the couch.

“Be careful now, cher. I can only control myself for so long, like I said.” Lestat moves his finger again and you do another spin before disappearing to put on another set of the lingerie he bought for you. The third set is made of cotton and lace, a clean white color. You slide it on and step back out for him to see. 

“Oh I spent my money well.” Lestat teases, moving his hand to adjust himself through his pants, a bulge clear through his clothes. “I can’t wait to take every one of these sets off with my teeth later on tonight mon chéri~”

You chuckle and turn to the side, posing against the entryway of the room he’s in, arching your back and posing yourself in a way you know is going to drive him wild. You hear him make some kind of noise as you pose. 

“I have one more set after this. I have to say that I can’t wait to wear these later on. Just for your eyes to see.” You say, changing your position and raising your eyebrows, a full toothed smile aimed at him. Lestat smiles right back at you, nodding his head. 

“I can’t wait for that either. I’ll never get tired of seeing that divine body of yours. He says, his hand adjusting himself through his pants again. 

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you for letting you pay for these pretty little sets Lestat.” You say, adjusting the bottoms of the set as you go back to standing normally. “I mean these were very expensive.” Lestat scoffs and shakes his head.

“Nothing is too expensive for my dear bien-aimé. I would slaughter everyone in this town if you so much as asked.” He says, putting his own little morbid twist on his loving phrase. You smile brightly and do another slow spin for him, showing off that lacey white set you’re currently wearing.

“You truly make me feel like royalty. I don’t deserve you Lestat.” You praise, facing him again, moving to rest your hands behind your back.

“Je suis heureux de vivre éternellement tant que tu es à mes côtés tout le temps mon amour.” He recites in French, you know that he’s talking about the two of you, but you don’t know the specifics of it all. You smile and bite the inside of your cheek, reminding yourself to learn what he said means later on.

“I have one more set after this.” You say with a cherry tone and walk back over to the last piece left. It’s a long, fancy house robe in your favorite color, one that matches Lestat’s. You take off the last set of lingerie and put the robe on over your naked body. 

Stepping back out to show Lestat your last piece, he smiles at the robe, moving his finger again to have you spin for him. You oblige and smile wider at him. 

“I can’t wait to wear this around the house.” You say, smiling at him as you give another pose. He looks at you with adoring eyes, still trying to keep himself in check. He knows he has to wait, and the longer he waits, the sweeter that reward is. 

“I think this is one of my favorites.” He comments, his fingers tracing over the top of the couch again. You spin one more time before facing him fully. 

“This is one of your favorites?” You ask, slowly untying the belt of the robe. Lestat notices quickly but he doesn’t comment on it. 

“Yes it is chéri. One of my very favorites.” He says. You slowly pull back the robe, exposing your naked form. 

“What about this one? Do you like this one better or should I try on a different one?” You ask in a teasing tone. Lestat stands up and walks over towards you. You drop the robe and he picks you up. You let out a laugh as he carries you towards the couch. 

“You’ve teased me long enough mon amour. Now it’s my turn to tease you~”

[cxsmicals]

The Slashers with a S/O who is in to film photography

(Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Ghostface)

~ I’m indulging myself since I love film photography and it’s my favorite hobby! How would the boys react if you were a photographer AND what is their preferred camera?? Also I finally watched Black Christmas so Billy gets to come out and play for this one, yay!

Michael Myers: Michael doesn’t really care one way or the other about photography of any kind. He will be interested to watch you find things deemed ordinary and try to photograph them. If you show him some post-mortem photographers he might show a little interest. When all is said and done a point and shoot is his go to. Simple, easy to control, the flash built in gives it a sense of eeriness. He prefers black and white film as to give mystery to his photos.

Jason Voorhees: He’s enamored by your documentation of the forest. He takes a keen interest in your photography right away and asks to at least hold your cameras, and is careful to not break the vintage ones. if you convince him, a simple instant camera is his go to. He enjoys having the instant pictures of you in his belt compartments. If you get him out of his comfort zone he would like a brownie camera since it reminds him of his mother. He prefers color film as to see all of the details

Bubba Sawyer: He loves your photography. He supports it wholeheartedly like the sweet boy he is. If you’re a portrait photographer you might be able to get him to pose on a good day, but it’s unlikely. He loves polaroid cameras. He wants to scrapbook and keep all your memories together. Color film, he wants to preserve every single aspect of the memories.

Brahms: He doesn’t mind the photography that much. If you manage to catch him on a good day where he’s eager to learn he’ll pick it up quickly and want to learn all he can. Brahms is a classy bitch. He wants to be elegant and have the best, so a high class Hasselblad is his make of choice. Boujee and badass. I feel like he’d like to shoot in verichrome because it’s incredibly hard to find film and even harder to find someone who knows how to develop. He will absolutely fund your habit and get you a dark room to set up.

Vincent Sinclair: Any artistic hobby is great by his accounts. He’s happy that you have this hobby as it’s something you and him can talk about. He’ll want to keep all the photos you make and might enlist your help to make advertising for his own wax museum. He’ll want to show genuine interest so a 35mm or a standard 120 is his go to. He wants you to know he cares. He prefers black and white because he sees it as more “artistic” since you need to take more liberties for it. Much like Brahms, he might be willing to help you set up your own dark room to get the photographs properly developed on your own.

Billy Lenz: Oh Billy Billy Billy. Boy is ecstatic to turn your hobby in to a depravity. He is the most gung-ho about the photography since he wants to see you from all angles. If you let this goblin near your collection some cameras will just go missing. Typically it’s your polaroid but occasionally your 35mm might go missing as well. He wants to see you but he also wants to see the stars so he’ll try his best to photograph the night sky. If you want to spring the money for a telefoto lens or just give him a telescope he will be appreciative. If you two are intimately inclined then you WILL hear the shutter go off at random points in your sessions. If it’s not from your polaroid he will urge you to get the photos developed as quick as you can.

Ghostface: He’s got things to see and people to murder, so he’s not always around to indulge your habits. However, if he were to pick a camera, since he’s always running around, he prefers a simple point and shoot disposable that you can get at Walmart. Black and white, bland.

(Thanks for reading y’all. I am super drunk while writing this so if some if these are OOC or there’s spelling issues i’m blaming the gin for that. I also enlisted my boyfriend’s help for this since he knows these characters better than I do. Sorry for those whole like Ghostface i’m just not good at writing for him I’m sorry..)

[tallulahbunny]

Hey lovelies (Just a text-post, I’m sorry)

I just wanted to make a little post just to maybe humanise myself a tiny bit. I know looking at my account its clear I’m into some pretty rough kinks, and this is true. I do also absolutely love sharing myself online, truly. It’s brought me a level of empowerment and acceptance of my body I never thought I would reach.

However I just want to maybe super quick remind you that I’m a real person, with feelings (fragile ones at that). I’m a little worried of being vulnerable on here because I know that Is not really my type of content, and I’m very aware you probably just want to scroll to the boobs and rope and body (you have permission, go on).

I know I go for a kinda free use submissive vibe (which I do love with consent and trust) however I think posting myself like this has reached a slight level of dehumanising which is slightly harmful to my mental health. I’ve been having panic attacks and in part they’ve been due to my anxiety over this account.

I’ll still be posting, but I think I’m maybe going to try and post a little more carefree content. I’ve been so panicky recently about making perfect pictures. Perfect rope, perfect body, perfect poses, and it’s very exhausting because I hold myself and my content to a hopefully fairly high standard, but it’s unfortunately becoming impossible. The dehumanising messages are really taking their toll and there’s only so much of a wall I can put up. I’m hoping that even one of you reads this it might make you understand me as a human being a little more. That’s all I need.

Obviously I absolutely love receiving messages, but again, like it says in my bio, your best shot is being nice. If nice isn’t you’re thing, at least try and be clever with your message weather it be a scenario or degradation or threat or whatever you fancy. I really don’t fancy another message that just says “hoe” or “send me pictures”. And please, remember there is a difference between degradation and just… bullying.

Basically I think I’m going to try to just be a bit more expressive, a little more me and hopefully a lot more laid back so hopefully I can fully enjoy my time here. And I’m hoping that maybe I can start humanising myself a little to you guys. I’m not just boobs! Though understandably that has been most of my page so far ahah. If anyone has any asks they want to send ill happily respond and maybe that way you guys can start getting to know me, not just my rope and my body.

Thank you to everyone who has been so so lovely to me, it means so much, I hope you continue to love my content, and hopefully me as a creator. I’m so so sorry it got so deep for a second there, won’t happen again anytime soon

Now back to usual programming!

-Tallulah xxx

[xxiwantatacoxx]

Some random pose sketches so I can pretend I drew something today… I want to draw a mini comic but I’m spending a lot of time trying to tell myself it’ll take a long time even if it’s only a couple pages, and that’s ok and I don’t need to rush but I also can’t just not do it. Now I put it into the world that I want to make something so maybe the universe will hold me accountable lol.

[namor-shuri]

Your tags on my venn diagram post are gold and should be a fic.

LMAOOO not me forgetting y’all read my tags 😭 Look, your venn diagram is accurate af and I really hope you bless us with more. The world wants to see these talented men come together and team up on a project [or in my case, tag team me]. But hey, I support both scenarios. Your fic comment got me thinking “what if I actually wrote a fantasy, porn without plot one shot about them?” So then I attempted it [HEAVY on attempt because I haven’t written a fic before 🥲] But here goes nothing *gulps*. Hope you like it op! @scruffylookingpiratecaptain 💗 *deletes my entire account and moves across state lines afterwards* lol

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Gael Bernal Diego Luna Tenoch Huerta Pedro Pascal Oscar Isaac

“I want to fuck like we’re filming in the valley.”

**Warnings/ Disclaimers: NSFW, 18+, group sex, language, fiction [this is only intended to be fantasy], porn without plot**

We have a routine down. They stop by my apartment Friday night, fuck me, we eat together, and then they leave. Repeat. No cuddles. No pillow talk. No strings attached. No bullshit. Just straight fucking. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t develop feelings somewhere along the way for each and every one of them, but I’ll take that to my grave.

It wasn’t always like this.

It first started off with just Tenoch and I. We met one another through a drunk threesome one night after a friend’s birthday party. We instantly clicked and he quickly learned how to turn me on. The man could make me cum round after round till I forgot my first and last name. He knew all the right buttons to push and he got me hooked on him quickly. His dick game drove me insane and I hated that it admittedly elevated my standards for any man who was blessed to be entangled in my sheets. We became a casual “friends with benefits” type of a situation until one day he wanted to spice things up between us.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one guy at the same time?” He asks me out of the blue while we chill at a nearby cafe.

To my surprise, he wanted to add more guys to the mix. I wasn’t opposed to the idea but was honestly a little concerned at first.

“I want to watch other guys fuck you while I take part. That would be so fucking hot, you know? And I promise you would be safe, no funny business. I know these guys. They’re good guys, trust me. What do you think?”

Call me a whore. Lonely. Bored. A pick me. A girl with daddy issues. Some twenty-something big tit wide-eyed naive bitch finding intimacy in all the wrong places. Whatever. I could care less. I don’t need the judgement from my girlfriends, friends, family, or coworkers and I sure as hell don’t need it from you. The only thing that was running through my mind in that very moment was having an adventure and so I kept our little arrangement to myself. No one has to know.

I sipped my drink watching him over the rim of my cup. He met my gaze with those curious eyes of his like he was trying to read my mind. I looked down and smirked, finally swallowing.

“I’m in.”

*bzzzzz*

Like clockwork, Tenoch always came by my apartment first. I opened the door to the sight of this goober holding a pack of beers and striking a funny pose with damp curls. He must of showered before heading over because he smelled heavenly.

“Hey beautiful.” He kissed my forehead then waltzed right in, draping his stuff over a nearby chair.

We made small talk about his shit boss and how she underpays her staff. “And now she’s doing layoffs!” In this economy?? I crack open a couple of beers for us and hear the doorbell ring. “Tenoch, can you get that?” Diego and Oscar are here. Funny enough, they live in another apartment complex only a couple of streets down. What are the odds, right? Shockingly it’s not weird, but hopefully it stays that way.

Tenoch throws a movie on while I pop open a bag of chips Oscar brought over. Gael swings by next and as always, without fail, Pedro comes last. Hours later, I might add!

“Sorry for the delay guys, I had an emergency come up.”

We all boo him in unison while Tenoch throws a cheeto at his head.

“I don’t deserve this abuse! I promise I have a good excuse this time.” Pedro chuckles, dodging another chip successfully.

Yeah don’t feel bad for him. This fucker always has an “emergency”. He couldn’t be on time if his actual life depended on it.

“Blah blah blah. Just hurry up and sit down. You’re interrupting an important part of the movie dipshit. Mulan is meeting Mushu.” Oscar excitedly motions him over to the couch like we all haven’t seen this masterpiece 50+ times already.

I giggle and look around at everyone enjoying themselves. I have a lot of fun with them. I mean outside of our little scheduled orgy we got going on, I truly enjoy their companionship. I know they have my back and I have theirs. I wouldn’t dare be sappy and say this out loud but I love these guys and would do anything for them.

What’s wild to me is even though we have made this a routine by now, they still get shy around me before we start. No one wants to make me feel uncomfortable and I appreciate that more than they’ll ever know, but someone has to have the balls to make the first move. Thankfully, Diego does. He starts to massage the back of my neck while we all laugh at Mushu screaming “dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!” He looks over at me and notices me purr in approval. While his hand works out the kinks in my neck, he leans in and sensually kisses the side of my neck licking all the way up to my earlobe, catching it in between his teeth. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear about how gorgeous I am and how he can satisfy me better than any of these so called “men” here. I know it’s all for the fantasy factor but fuck does it turn me on. Only I can hear his ramblings and that gets me even hotter. He invades my personal space and breathes me in deep. I tilt my head and expose my throat to him like a cat on it’s back surrendering. Mark me, Diego. I start to squirm in my seat. I can feel my wetness already pooling in my panties.

My whimpers play over the movie and Oscar proceeds to join in on the fun. He directs my attention towards him and softly cups my cheek before going in for a blistering kiss. I close my eyes and let him lick into my mouth greedily. I surrender to his demanding touch while Diego starts to leave a trail of hickeys from my neck down to my clavicle.

Gael gets up from the other side of the couch and kneels down in front of me. He carefully unties my shoes and slips off my socks. He starts to caress my legs and massage my feet, looking up at me with heat behind his eyes. I watch his eyes shift to peek underneath my skirt. I’m trying to get friction to my clit by grinding my thighs together but Gael holds my legs in place with a strong grip. He then slides his hands slowly up my thighs till he gets to his destination. He hooks his finger over the top of my lingerie and brings them down one inch at a time, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way.

I shutter as the air immediately exposes my wetness, revealing my sweet arousal. Gael finally slips my panties off and takes in its dampness. Oscar distracts me by gliding his hand over my breasts till he settles on my neck, roughly gripping my throat while he licks up into my ear.

I yelp.

“Be gentle.” Tenoch possessively asserts while he comes over and starts to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his happy trail and tattoo.

“Calm down. I’m only doing what the slut likes.” Oscar counters, looking over at Tenoch with a challenging stare before directing his sexual frustration back to me.

“Isn’t that right, baby? I want to hear you beg for Daddy.” He taunts while I make eye contact with him through submissive eyes. I’m thoroughly turned on right now and he knows it. Oscar’s tight grip on my neck is sending me over the edge and I want more. I need more. His authority is sending waves of pleasure through out my entire body and my hair raises on my arms. My pierced nipples start to harden and peak through my shirt and a wave of desire goes straight to my cunt.

Diego ceases to kiss my shoulder and looks down at my pebbled flesh.

“Well, would you look at that. Our brat likes to be choked.”

Diego goes to undress my top half and unclasps my bra with a swiftness. My breasts spill out of their cups one by one and he fondles one nipple as he laps up the other in his mouth eagerly. My breath hitches. I bite my lip, holding in a strangled noise.

Pedro moves over to my line of vision and begins to unbotton his pants in front of me, giving me a show. He starts touching himself as we lock eyes and creates a mess in his jeans. He whips out his exuding member and I shamelessly stare, taking in all of its glory. He watches me watch him and delights in the attention. This fucker.

“You like what you see, sweetheart? It’s all yours, just be a good girl and open your mouth wide for me.”

I love it when he calls me his good girl and tells me what to do. He doesn’t repeat himself twice. Ever. Whatever Pedro wants, Pedro gets. I pay the consequence if I misbehave. But God, do I love misbehaving.

I don’t budge one inch and go to kiss Oscar, dismissing Pedro’s very existence. That sets him off. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, play times over Princess.” he snarls.

Pedro yanks me away from Diego and Oscar by my hair and forces me forward to the edge of the couch, bringing me at eye level with his hardened cock. He holds my head firm in place as he steadily rubs his throbbing wood over my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. His breath goes ragged and his composure quickly diminishes. He wants this badly, but so do I. Pedro shoves his dick past my lips to the back of my throat without warning and I can see his pupils blow from his dominance over me. He tastes like sea salt and musk. I bring my hands up to grip his shaft and brace myself on his waist, sliding back and forth. He’s rough with me and forces me all the way down till my nose touches his pubes. I gag and my eyes starts to water. He finally releases his grip on me, and I exhale and spit on his dick. I go in for seconds and savor the taste, licking circles around his sensitive tip.

“Ah, just like that.” He affirms, letting his head fall back.

Everyone moves to claim a piece of my flesh to grab, squeeze, suck or fuck. I aspire to be their personal fuck toy to use and abuse for their own selfish gain. Is that too much to ask for?

Oscar repositions me on the couch so that I’m flat on my back as I resume sucking Pedro off. He pushes my skirt up out of the way and coats his fingers with saliva. He begins to slick up my folds, steadily working his way into my tight entrance. “Look at you.” He coos. He kneels down and without hesitation shoves his face into my juices and begins to devour me whole. He licks a line from my tight asshole to my sopping pussy lips and engulfs my clit with his large tongue. He hums around it, sending a wave of vibration to my core.

I loudly moan with Pedro’s penis down my throat, generating a low growl from him. I take him out of my mouth and start to plead as Oscar relentlessly works my sensitive clit with no sign of letting up. He sets my body aflame with little to no effort and it’s truly diabolical.

Tenoch comes to my side and begins to gently massage my breasts, bending down and taking one nipple in his mouth while he jerks himself off. Oscar prys my legs open to stop me from squirming. The overwhelming sensation of his scruff on my bundle of nerves is killing me and the mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating. Gael grabs my calf and begins to suck my toes, one by one while touching himself. He closes his eyes and takes his time savoring them greedily. He sucks and sucks like he’s making love to them and perverted noises start to fill up the room. My body riddles with ecstasy and the heat in my lower belly grows.

Diego squeezes some lube on his hand and continues to jerk himself off while watching this provocative scene unfold in front of him. He comes over to my side and replaces his hand with mine on his leaking erection. I slowly jerk him off while not breaking eye contact with him.

I can feel my arousal taking over. My brain is having trouble functioning and focusing on one particular thing at once. I am incoherent. I know I definitely heard my phone go off three separate times by now. Mulan is already beating Shan Yu’s ass on the roof. My AC unit turned off about an hour ago and it’s hot as shit in here. But none of these distractions matter to me right now. My ears tune into the sweet symphony of their joint moans and hisses, while I witness their hungry eyes fixate on me, mouths slightly parted in a fucked out bliss. The air is thick with sweat, sex and sin.

I come to and feel Oscar between my legs as I jerk Diego off with purpose while Pedro tilts my head towards him and fucks into my mouth, panting with each thrust. I create a tight vacuum, swallowing him with intense suction that my lips create a *pop* sound when I let go. He curses under his breath in satisfaction.

Tenoch breaks things up and takes control. He grabs hold of me and tears me away from everyone’s touch. He picks me up with one arm and lays back on the couch’s sweaty surface before positioning me on top of him. I straddle his waist and lean down for a kiss, exchanging fluids in a raunchy french kiss. He matches my energy and sucks on my tongue. Fuck, he’s such a freak. We continue to make out as he reaches over my ass and rubs my entrance in a circular motion, slowly dragging his thick digits along my folds. Tenoch replaces his fingers with his slick dick and coats his penis in my juices before tapping himself on my clit. Oscar prepared me for the taking and Tenoch is about to have his way with me. His thick cock promptly slides right into my walls and we moan in each other’s mouths. I’m convinced my vagina was made to please him. I try and adjust to his thickness, slowly making room for his size. My greedy cunt eventually swallows him whole. He gasps in approval. I dig my nails into his big chest as I begin to ride him, throwing my head back. Oscar promptly grabs my neck from behind and whispers nasty shit in my ear while I take Tenoch’s cock like a good girl. Tenoch holds onto my waist with a bruising grip, displaying his possessiveness over me. He sits up on one elbow and sucks my sensitive nipples, playing with my piercing with his tongue in a circle motion. My cunt flutters around him, making him buck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin as a chill runs down my spine. I whine loudly, succumbing to my pleasure in waves. The sounds of Tenoch’s dick slamming into my tight hole as my ass cheeks hit his pelvis is delicious and it makes me wetter each thrust. He’s giving it to me so good right now but Oscar decides to test how much I can truly take at once.

He cups my ass and halts my bouncing. Tenoch’s member slowly slides out. He grabs my cheeks and spreads me wide, admiring the stretch of my asshole and vagina with his tight grip. Oscar leans in and dips his tongue in and out of both holes, indulging in my natural taste. He pulls back and spits on my tight asshole. He sucks his thumb first before bringing his slick finger to my hole, spreading his spit in a circular motion. Oscar deepens the pressure until his thumb successfully slides in.

A raspy moan leaves my lips and I cry out.

“Mmmm I know baby, I know. Daddy knows what to do.“ He confidently mutters between pants. He’s so turned on right now.

He spits on his pointer and middle finger next, slipping in two digits and stretching me out. His calculated process is driving me crazy and my thighs tremble around Tenoch’s waist. I gasp and stop sucking and jerking off Pedro and Diego, focusing on my breathing.

“Don’t be greedy Oscar, there’s enough of her to go around.” Tenoch gripes, assisting in spreading my cheeks to give Oscar better access. I whimper in anticipation.

Oscar continues to work open my hole with a squirt of lube, fucking me with his fingers until he deems I’m ready for his thick shaft. I grow impatient.

“Ah…f-fuck me Oscar, please. I need you!”

Pedro starts to laugh.

“Stop playing with your food Oscar. The lady is getting tired of you.”

“I thought you like when Daddy plays with you, baby.” Oscar taunts before spontaneously slapping both of my ass cheeks one by one, again and again and again. Left. Right. Left. Right. He spanks me so hard that the pain becomes unbearable. Tenoch proceeds to choke me, holding my neck in place. I scream but no sound comes out. My voice is hoarse from sucking and fucking. Gael ducks down and starts to suck on my nipple while twisting the other between two fingers, playing with its jewelry.

Once he deems me ready, Oscar takes his throbbing wood in hand and aligns his coated head with my stretched hole. He grabs some lube one last time, lathers me up and slides in. He takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but I want it now. He relishes in my tightness and cusses under his breath. Tenoch licks his fingers and lubricates my pussy with his saliva before re-entering me. My eyes roll back with the overstimulation of being filled to the brim. They start to move together in unison and I resume bouncing on both Tenoch’s and Oscar’s dicks together. Oscar looks down, watching himself go in and out of my ass, cheeks bouncing back on his pelvis and jiggling. He bites his lip from the glorious sight.

“Fuck y-your so tight…ah-“ They both rant together.

Sounds of skin slapping skin echo throughout my entire apartment and Oscar steadily grips my shoulder while Tenoch grabs my waist. I feel like I am being split in two as my holes stretch and adjust to being double penetrated. A bitch is on cloud nine and I can barely string two sentences together. They are deep in my guts and I think I’m going to black out from the overwhelming sensation. This is a ride I never want to get off of. Tenoch picks up the pace and fucks up into me with no mercy while Oscar follows suit. He looks determined, sweat dripping down his forehead. Tenoch gawks at my bouncing breasts in his face, matching the fast pace. He reaches down and thumbs my clit.

My orgasm is on the rise and I can feel my climax is near.

“Daddy, I’m….I’m close!” I moan.

Gael lets go of my breast and runs to grab my vibrator from my bedroom. He turns it to the setting I like and places it close to Tenoch’s groan so that it’s touching my clit at the right angle. He looks up at me as my mouth falls open. I’m slowly becoming undone and can’t hold on any longer.

Diego makes the split decision to get up on the couch and position himself in line to face fuck me. He holds my hair as I bounce and proceeds to have his way with me. I moan around his dick as spit pools and drips down my chin. Pedro leans down and fondles a breast while biting one nipple just the way I like it.

It was truly a sight to see. A real group effort. The one group project where everybody wins. My question is why didn’t we think to film any of this and post it to porn sites world wide or only fans and make millions?? You should have seen us! We fucked like real professionals. I could see it now: “Sexy whore takes 5 big cocks like a champ” as the title. Hmmm. Now that I think about it, we would have probably ran into some copyright issues with Mulan playing in the background. The “A girl worth fighting for” song blasting at full volume was a nice touch though.

I feel myself choking on his penis and Diego reminds me to breath through my nostrils as he shoves my head forward. He yanks me off of his dick to give me a second to breath and a string of saliva connects from my lips to his tip. He slaps me a bit and roughly grabs my cheeks. Diego leans in for a sloppy kiss and purrs “that’s my fucking slut.” He’s genuinely proud of me.

“Now suck!” He demands and plunges back into my mouth without any hesitation. He’s pumping me so fucking good while his thrusts start to become sporadic and his breath goes ragged. I know he’s close. He slips his throbbing dick out of my mouth and readjusts so that I give his neglected balls some lovin. He bites his lip in approval.

“I’m cumming…I’m cu-“ Tenoch goes silent as he spills his hot seed deep into my swollen pussy. My vagina pulses around him as I feel him paint my walls. I shake involuntarily as he comes down off of his high. His dick slides out of me and goes limp, while his seed leaks down my thigh. He lays there catching his breath as everyone continues to use me for their own satisfaction. He watches me bounce on top of him as Oscar continues to pound me from behind.

I quickly follow suit and climax hard, squirting all over Tenoch with Oscar deep in my ass, Pedro sucking my nipple rings hard, Gael rubbing my clit with my vibrator on high and Diego stuffing his balls in my mouth.

Everyone let’s go of me for a second as I buckle and grip Tenoch’s chest before completely collapsing on top of him. All of my energy leaves my body. He catches me in his arms and caresses my back, making sure I’m okay. He kisses my forehead and I feel his chest rise and fall.

Once my breath evens out, I look up and see everyone staring at me with concern. The Mulan end credits continue to roll on the TV. I sheepishly look around and immediately get shy in front of them for the first time.

“So…..round two?”

- - - - - - - - x x x - - - - - - - -

[sparkedblaze]

ok so that being part of ur au

medda checking in on them when she can

following their accounts terrified to reach out again

she wants these boys to know that she is so so so very sorry for the way it happened

the heartbreak every time she sees the aftermath of a fight bc even though they arent hers anymore they still are

you never stop being meddas kid

👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼

@noxexistant I DIDNT THINK IT COULD GET WORSE 😭😭😭

Currently making myself cry with this

I will say, I’m gonna have to slightly edit my original expansion bc in my au Racer was adopted first (its a joke that he says he’s the oldest bc he was the first adopted, but he’s several years younger than Jack and Charlie (NOT CASEY 😤))

•

When Oscar first sees that she’s following them he almost just blocks her. Pretends that she doesn’t exist like he does most of the rest of the people from their past.

And then Morris burst into the room, chirping about Mama Medda (Oscar will never understand why he still calls her that) following them. He wants to say hi. Wants to meet up with her. He misses her cooking and her kind words.

Oscar doesn’t want to. She never did them any favors. She abandoned them. Put them back in a system that didn’t care about them. She didn’t care about them. She proved that already.

He puts it off as long as possible, but with the way Morris looks at his phone every time they get a notification from Medda (be it a like, or a comment, or a retweet), he can’t hold off forever.

Oscar DMs her on Twitter. Nothing but his phone number, but Medda is elated when she sees it. She’s instantly calling him with a flurry of questions. ‘How are you’s and ‘How is Morris’s.

And the first thing he tells her is that she don’t mean nothing to him. She’s heartbroken at the statement, wonders why he wanted to reconnect in the first place if that was true.

“But Mo wants to have lunch.”

And that explains everything. It isn’t Oscar reaching out to her. It’s Morris, who doesn’t know how to do it himself, but was always excited for suppertime because Medda would accommodate him any way she could. Morris, who would cry and hide with Oscar when she had to wash his favorite blanket, until it came back to him warm, and fresh out the dryer. Morris, who insisted on calling her Mama Medda when she asked him not to call her ‘Miss Medda’.

She agrees immediately, asking when and where. They plan to meet a week out, so Morris has enough time to prepare for the change in schedule.

As soon as she’s in the little restaurant, Medda can hear the excited kicks against the bottom of the booth. She can hear the little chirps coming from the corner.

She knows what she’ll see, even before the two are in sight. Morris, rocking, trying to contain his excitement (the way he always did in public because of some of the homes they’d been in before hers), and Oscar, stone faced and glaring.

She meets his glare with a smile, sitting across from them. Oscar sat on the outside of their side of the booth, back to the wall, eyes roaming their surroundings. Looking for threats. Always searching for danger.

Morris is the first to speak, rapidly firing questions and statements at her-anything that comes to mind, really. ‘We fight for a livin now’ she knows. ‘Jack gots a guy’ she knows that too. ‘Didja see our fight yestaday?’ She had. ‘Why we hadta leave?’ She didn’t know if she could explain it, even if he gave her long enough to answer.

Their lunch went on like that. Medda and Morris talking, Oscar ordering for both brothers before going back to leveling his glare at Medda, and Medda trying to follow Morris’s thought process as every track seemed to lead back to the question ‘why did we have to leave?’

She tries to explain it. Tells him that they and Jack posed a threat to each other. Oscar gets angrier at this. He slams his hand against the table (making Morris jump) and all but shouts about how they were there first. How they deserved to stay there. And the pity in her eyes as she looks at them only makes him angrier. She tells him that she knows they deserved to be there. But so did Jack. And at least Oscar and Morris had each other. Denton had tried to pull just Oscar, but she wasn’t going to separate the brothers. Not with the bond they shared. Not with everything they’d been through.

Jack had had no one.

And, she told them, it had been the hardest decision of her life.

[xo-punisher-xo]

Coffee date

(Old ass Frank fic I wrote when I was at peak Frankie brain rot, I don’t think I’ll ever finish it so here is the unfinished thing LMAO. Sorry abt the weird spacing 💔)

Gentle taps of the jazz brushes and ever flowing piano chords playing over the speakers fill your head as you occupy a wobbly wooden oak chair in a coffee shop. You’re scrolling your phone with glazed over eyes as you take another sip of your drink, the shops doorbell rings and you can’t help but peel your eyes away from your phone to look up to see what stranger is walking in today; his build is stocky yet firm and there’s a softness to his rather bold features. You catch his gaze before realizing how weird it might be to be staring at a stranger and immediately pull your eyes away from his dark brown ones, you try your best to keep your eyes glued to your phone as if nothing had happened but his gaze was infectious and left you wanting more.

You meekly peek up from your phone to drink up more of his appearance and less of your coffee. He’s standing at the counter with a black hoodie wrapping itself around his frame and cargo pants bend and curve at the will of his legs, your eyes meet again but this time his are smaller on account of him smiling… he’s smiling at you? You didn’t think it was possible for a rather tough looking man to have such a warm and welcoming smile, you return one of your own trying to replicate the delicacy that’s adorned his face.

You continue watching him as he nods and thanks the barista for his order, not offering the same courtesy of letting them see his smile as he did with you. He stops just before the door and turns on his heel to face you; his steps are firm and grounded as he makes his way over to you and to be honest you’re a little nervous at this gesture. He smiles again as he meets the back of the chair across from you, his lips form a tight line for a second before opening up to let a gravelly voice spill out past them “I’m sorry if this is forward but you have the most kind smile I’ve head the pleasure of seeing in a while, I wasn’t going to forgive myself if I didn’t tell you that.”

You feel your face run hot, your brain has effectively stopped working at his sickeningly sweet words and whose smile you’ve only seen mere minutes ago. A few ‘ums’ and ‘ahs’ leave your lips as you’re trying to find the right words that he’s stolen from your vocabulary, he stands there patiently waiting for your response; “oh um thank you, I could say that same about your smile! Though yours is a lot sweeter, like honey” oh god why did you say that he’s gonna think you’re weird as hell for… he’s smiling? He’s laughing oh my god he’s chuckling is that a good thing?

“Well I’m flattered that a pretty thing such as yourself thinks so, may I sit?” He gestured to the chair in front of him tilting his head ever so slightly as he posed that question to you, you nod almost as quickly as the question left his mouth. You’re still in shock that this gorgeous person is talking to you let alone complementing something about you and it almost feels too good to be true, but before you have more time to overthink things his voice cuts through the silence that’s holding your brain hostage “So what brings you here anyways? Surely it isn’t the coffee, they don’t make it all that good anymore.” Your body seems to be against you today because you have to stifle a giggle, unfortunately for you he’s caught wind of that quick giggle before lightly saying “I’m serious! Just because I come here to get a drink doesn’t mean I like what they make, I’m more of a tea drinker and fortunately they don’t mess that up half as bad.”

“I like the atmosphere and the music they play. It’s calming and helps me clear my head, that’s all.” You say with a shy smile adorning your face as you finish talking, he nods and hums in agreement before taking a sip of his tea. You two begin talking about the music and surroundings for a while before you tell him you need to get going, he offers to walk with you in what can only be an attempt to keep talking to you even if it’s just for a few more seconds; you two are conversing about your lives and interests the whole way down sidewalks and up streets until you reach where you need to be, the look on his face as he’s forced to leave you can only be described as sorrowful and pained.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before the words can finally be assembled properly “Would it be possible to see you again? I just think you’re worth getting to know, maybe even over some better drinks.” A low nervous chuckle follows his words, you nod and tell him you’d love to get the chance to know him a bit more as you give him your number. Before heading inside you turn around and wave at him, it’s as if a paintbrush is pulling his mouth into a wide smile across his face as he waves back at you before having to part ways for the night.

You two have decided to meet up at a slightly more intimate cafe, vines are twirling and cascading themselves around the frames of the window and the lightbulbs are a perfect shade of sunset orange. You both talk about how your week has been, once again indulging each other in your interests and finding common ground about things you like and talking about them for what seems like an eternity. His eyes are soft and inviting, you feel like you don’t have to worry about anything you say coming across as weird or wrong; his demeanour puts you at ease and makes you feel seen, everything about him is comforting and you wished you had the courage to let him know just how happy he was making you at this moment.

[ginara-mae]

28 Days

The debt it hangs over me like a dark cloud

It’s screaming at me constantly so damn loud

I want to scream at him, demand responsibility 

Trying to keep us afloat is near killing me

Money he can’t spend, everything he can’t buy, 

Somehow what he wants, is left to me to deny

Then he takes it out on me, he sulks like a child

While I work so hard to give it all, I begin to feel beguiled

I look for silver linings and count all my blessings

He manages to find every little thing distressing

Life is what you make it, you get what you give

While I know it’s cliché, it’s the best way to live

But he doesn’t seem to care, doesn’t seem to get it

Doesn’t hold himself accountable, not one bit

He's oblivious, his accountability's void

He can't see his faults, remains paranoid

Bright positivity dampened, shrouded by cloud

The negativity is becoming far too loud

I can see that he’s trying, I know that it’s tough

He needs to try harder, right now it’s not enough

These Deadly Sins I use, sloth and gluttony

I’m sitting here hoping that they will comfort me

The irony is cruel, they only make things worse

Carrying on like this, will bring me to my hearse

My body it aches, my heart it breaks

Every time I pack on one more pound

I can’t fit in my clothes, for picture I don’t want to pose

Body cracks from head to toe, a deafening sound

Am I the one impatient, do I need to wait?

I recognize the healing process is not a floodgate

It’s baby steps and setbacks and trying your best

Perhaps I should let time take care of the rest

But restless I’m becoming despite his attempts

I find myself holding his flaws in contempt

He’s helping out much more, he’s angry much less

But somehow my mind is still a big mess

It can be hard to notice your own changes, they unfold so gradually

I’m not the same person I was 6 years ago, I can see it naturally

I think, shouldn’t I choose my person based on who I am now?

And not getting ready to make an unbreakable vow?

I think about what my life would be like, this daydream transcends

Would I get to geek out with a brand new group of friends?

About books, writing, music and games

Would I find a friend who’s also obsessed with names?

And what about my lover, would he be confident and strong?

Would he have the compassion and understanding I’ve looked for in him for so long?

Would he help push me to my limits mentally and physically?

Help me to become the person, I know that I can be?

At times I contemplate a fresh new start,

Selling all our things and living our lives apart

But mostly I feel lucky to love and be loved, by this man who cares so much

I can feel my heart gripped so tight in his desperate clutch

By day the choice seems so clear

As I listen to him rant and rave in my ear

No self awareness in him, to hear his obnoxious immaturity

Though he’s somehow still filled, with complete insecurity

By night I wish I could say, it just went a little hazy

But no, it somehow turns a complete 180

When we are home, he’s a wonderful lover and a friend

He makes me want to be by his side until the very end

This dissonance is maddening, I just need it to stop

I know I need to do something, before I blow my top

Going around in circles even while I write this

Wish I wouldn’t think about it, I’ve heard that ignorance is bliss

Such doubt should make this decision crystal clear

Especially since being alone is not something I fear

The fear is being without him, I’ve done it once before

I packed away all my things and walked right out the door

I can still feel our agony, regret and despair

Our break lasted a day, to do it again, how could I bear?

I need to appreciate our connection the good and the bad

To do anything else it seems will just drive me mad

I’m getting much more time with my Dr. Jekyll

Even Mr. Hyde is not so bad, in fact he’s just a speckle

But I worry often, will the changes stick, will he regress?

These fears of mine I don’t confess

I hold my breathe and bide my time

Content to know that he is mine

This time next year, he’ll want me in a vail

But I will only do that if I can exhale

He’s great at the little things which is usually harder to do

But when it comes to the big things, will he be able to pull through?

Often times I wonder how what parts of him are him or the drugs

But all my doubt just goes away when he pulls me in his hugs

We bond over the little things, we’re happy in our bubble

Our days start to feel like we are climbing out of rubble

Happier times on the horizon, I can see the sun’s bright rays

There’s hope life will be better after his 28 days

[joshuasearing]

Tuesday 7th November 2023

Hey journal, so today I started my day of by relaxing then after a little while I got up and downloaded tiktok live studio on my pc as I wanted to start recording me playing games on my Pc, so I did a very short stream practicing and seeing whether I did a right. It took a bit of tweaking on volume so my stream could here me but all together it was not to bad. Also this morning faith donated £25 to my movember mental health cause, where I’m trying to raise money for men’s mental health. Anyways after going my live I also got ready for the day and had a little dance. This morning I felt very energetic so I was a bit crazy this morning. I also this morning did some posing for my gym account. Then after this I made myself some porridge and did my protein powder. Then I also quickly called faith as she made her way to work. Then soon my mum got back and I helped her put her shopping where it needs to go. Then after this my mum dropped me of to the gym. I had a very good gym session and I mainly focused on triceps and my back for the main part of the session. Then after my gym session I walked home. On the way home I went to Tescos as I wanted to get a Ben and jerrys cookie dough ice how ever they ran out so I ended up leaving the shop with prime and some chewing gum. Then after this I decided to continue to walk home. Also near my house there is a petrol station and I went in there because they also sell food. Anyways I found the ice cream in there. I was expecting it to be a little more expensive so like £5 however I got to the checkout and the women told me £7.10 so it was ridiculously pricey. Anyways I ended just paying the price. Once I got home I ate some food. Then I went on my pc, then after a while I had a shower then went live again on tiktok and streamed me playing fortnite for a couple hours. Then after this I had dinner quickly then quickly went back to streaming. On the first stream I was playing with someone from work and my friend Daniel. Then the second stream I played with them two and also played with my cousin Louis which was nice as we haven’t spoke in ages. We only had time for one game though and we luckily won which was good. Anyways I am now about to watch a football game with my dad. Im actually going to the game which is good. I will tell you about it later. Bye journal!

Hey journal I am now writing this the following day but we ended up winning 2-0 the game was good, however the other team were really not a competition, they had hardly any chances and couldn’t really do anything apart from hold back. On the other hand originally we were struggling to break them down this is because the midfield were not dropping in to space to help push the play forward meaning. The defenders were just having to try lob the ball over to the strikers, meaning there was less control than what we could of had in possession. It was like the midfield were hiding and didn’t want the ball. Also the referee did makes some horrible decision, some of them were very questionable. Anyways one of the goals was a penalty and another one was a volley. Anyways speak to you later journal. Bye!

[violetsystems]

It’s getting kind of scary out here. I’m finding out a lot of people have been talking shit about me to cover up some really fucked up behavior. I don’t really need snack heads with their ears pressed up against my window. They already puke enough on my porch. They don’t even register the garbage hanging off the balcony. Maybe it’s their bat signal for some kind of crack spot. I guess I finally figured out what there was a dresser on my porch for over a year. They’ve covered up the converse they’ve had out there for years with a cardboard box to make it seem like it’s not a stash house. But one thing is clear. It’s been going for years and it’s at an inflection point. I don’t really feel free or moderately safe here anymore at all. But I’m stuck for the moment because I’m under duress. So let’s not get it twisted we’re United under one cause. You need to clean up the racketeering and the drug trafficking on the property first… and no that is not an exaggeration. I notice it all the more now that I’m dead sober. So so much for weed giving you powers of perception. I’m just smart. You want me to save your neighborhood for free and rock stars can’t be bothered not to dump company stock and break the glass ceiling for anything other than their thirst trap poses on the red carpet. Is everybody fucking high or is it just me? How can you afford your lifestyle while the rest of us live in a gated nazi slum? NBC universal must launder a lot of money. Save the drug dealing for Chicago PD. Fly traps are for pests not your unreleased gabber mixtapes. I liked the ending of Barry by the way. But let’s try not to make my life the sopranos reality show every waking fucking moment of my life. I can keep my balls shaved all by myself. Maybe you should stop breaking them before I hold you accountable. I’ve interviewed for enough waste management jobs near the airport enough to know what sewage is. Consider this my courtesy flush. And in case you were wondering. Taylor Swift tickets are more than some people’s rent… now that’s what I call inflation volume one. Glad you are making a livable wage following your dreams. Welcome to my nightmare. 🤷‍♀️

[luckykiwiii101]

First of all i’d like to apologise to @queenofuniverses as i thought she was posing at that anon.

Second of all, I understand your point and thank you for admitting that it was actually you. But why are you acting innocent all of a sudden as if you didn’t send me some rude passive aggressive ask implying that i’m insensitive and telling me that i didn’t manifest anything which isn’t even true?!

I hope you can consider that her association and communication with you really made it look like it was her that was messaging me anonymously when it was actually you. You were messaging her without my knowledge which means that she was telling you things i didn’t know. The funny part is that you assumed that I knew and started implying that i’m a bad person?

Plus, it’s a FACT that she was “spamming” me, she sent me multiple asks but i chose to just apologise to her and not make a big deal about it. She sent me another ask telling me to delete the ask i replied to asking for her to stop spamming me and i did. because i didn’t want to cause her trouble.

And i don’t know why you were acting as if i knew that she lost her father…i would NEVER have reacted negatively and insensitively to somebody who is grieving. I don’t even know why you ATTEMPTED to even imply that i ever knew that information and reacted rudely to it.

“Either way it was totally wrong of you to be so insensitive, you have no idea what someone’s going through.” Yet you decide to send me a rude ask, accuse me of being a bad person and attacking a girl who lost her father and then proceeding to tell me that i didn’t manifest anything? Maybe you should take you own advice instead of accusing me of being insensitive.

“I cannot imagine how painful it must to be lose a dad, try to find any way to get him back and face such a rude reply”

Yeah, I also cannot imagine how painful it must be to lose a father. I hope @queenofuniverses has love and support but i would NEVER act insensitive to somebody with those circumstances so tell me why you jumped to that conclusion? And here you are accusing me and other people of jumping to conclusions? When you are the one also jumping to conclusions and then acting all innocent and sympathetic? You may feel sympathetic but don’t act innocent..

“I hope y’all grow up and actually start being kind to people.” I could say the same for you…and i know i’m a kind person, i’m VERY self aware and always hold myself accountable if i’m wrong, and i admitted to my mistake later on in this reply if you read on you’ll see. Don’t act like you know random people on the internet so well and claim that they’re a bad person. Don’t come for @stxrkilla @the-red-queens-blog and @msallurea when they were defending me from someone who they believed posed as an anonymous person to attack me. They were doing the right thing. YOU were the one doing the WRONG thing sending me an ask acting as if that girl told me that her father passed away and that i was mean to her? Excuse me but what? I replied to her ask in a nice manner so i don’t even know where you got that from.

and yes I only realised just now that i replied to that ask after the previous one (yes i made a mistake i’m only human) but if you thought things out you’d notice that that didn’t matter? Because nobody sent me an ask about losing their father? Yet you claimed i did? I’m sorry but where did you get that from? I had NO idea she lost her father when she was sending me all those asks and if she told you that she wasn’t sending me multiple asks i don’t know why you were so quick to believe a stranger on the internet? I wish i took a screenshot of them but i didn’t know i needed to.

I don’t want to be mean to you or anything but of course i am going to defend myself. I made a mistake but with no i’ll intentions like you’re implying i did…i respect that you liked my blog and wanted to defend me because you thought someone was harassing me.

“You call her pathetic, lying and more based on assumptions YOU’VE made”

You acted like i was insensitive towards a grieving girl based on assumptions you’ve made about me…

“STOP ASSUMING THINGS ABOUT PEOPLE IT IS SO HURTFUL AND CRUEL”

The same way you did just now…?

There are always two sides to a story and pro tip for next time, before you accuse somebody, get both sides of the story. A journalist can’t write a story without her sources.

@jennifercheckwannabeme

Don’t use my own trademark against me by the way.

- gossip girl

Dear @queenofuniverses

Dear @queenofuniverses

I don’t know what “queen” of what universe you are…but if it’s anything, it’s the universe of lies.

Thanks to a great person, I caught you. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch you?

Trying to gaslight me…and then getting caught. Embarrassing.

SPOTTED: @queenofuniverses sends @luckykiwiii101 a rude ask saying…

Then I scrolled my page looking for this “alleged” ask that a poor girl supposedly sent me.

And guess what I found.

Nothing. Here’s the post -> CLICK HERE

I didn’t reply to any ask about a girl who’s father passed away. But your delusional self thought you could trick me.

Then you proceeded to send me another ask which I replied to AFTER the previous one you sent me. Except this time, you weren’t on anonymous mode…

Then I proceeded to apologise thinking what you said was actually true?

Here’s the post -> CLICK HERE

Little did you know that you slipped up. Nobody sent me an ask about their father passing away. I even mentioned in my reply that I would not have reacted insensitively if somebody told me that..

Harassing bloggers and posing as somebody else defending them to make me seem like a bad person? PATHETIC!

No way you just sent me an anonymous ask pretending to be somebody else in order to defend yourself and act like a remorseful civilian defending a poor innocent girl they saw on tumblr to make me look like a bad person whilst you were spamming me with asks.

Think about that for a second…

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

What If? (H.JS)

Warnings : mention of divorce 

Word Count : 1897

Synopsis : she had never seen jisung as anything more than just a friend. that is until her and jisung volunteered to do a couples photoshoot for their mutual friend. seeing the way he looked at her, the way they just seemed to match perfectly had her wondering, what if they were more than friends?

“He said my portfolio isn’t good enough. There isn’t enough variety.” Hyunjin whined as he plopped beside me on the couch. I could see the disappointment and exhaustion in his eyes when he looked at me. He had been working on his photography portfolio for months now, hoping to impress his professor.

           “Did he give you any ideas to help expand your portfolio?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair. It’s always helped calm him down, or that’s what he told me.

           “He wants me to try to do a couples photoshoot, since I do a lot of portrait shoots. But I don’t even know any couples!” I slowly began to massage his head as he moved to rest his head in my lap, his eyes closing as he did so.

           “Y/N and I will do it.” Jisung offered from the kitchen. Hyunjin’s eyes shot open, meeting mine immediately.

           “Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” He questioned, causing Jisung and I to burst into laughter.

           “No, but we can act like it front of the camera.” Jisung chuckled as he sat in the chair beside the couch.

           “Besides, most of the school thinks we’re dating anyway.” I joked. Ever since high school, people have thought Jisung and I were couple since we’ve always been so close. Jisung is quite introverted and nervous around a lot of people, and he’s told me before that I comfort him just by being beside him. Growing up, he always clung to me in one way or another, not that I ever minded.

           “Yeah, when I met you two in high school, I could have sworn you two were a couple.” Hyunjin added, sitting up on the couch. “But you two would really do a couples photoshoot for me?” We exchanged looks before nodded.

           “You’re our friend and this is important to you. Of course we’ll help.” I smiled.

           The three of us set out to find some nice shooting locations the next day. It was the perfect day for a photoshoot; the sun shining high in the sky. Every once in a while, Hyunjin would stop us and we’d take some pictures. Jisung and I looked up some references so we knew how to pose and make it look more realistic.

           There was a lot of longing stares and laughter at how ridiculous this felt. Hyunjin was completely focused as Jisung and I posed for him. This was his final project and was worth 50% of his grade, and I could tell it was stressing him out. We tried our best to look as in love as possible, trying to hold in our laughter until the picture was taken, but sometimes it was difficult.

           “Stop looking at me like that.” Jisung chuckled, hiding his face behind his hands. I reached out, taking one of his hands in mine and continued looking longingly into his eyes. “Yah!” I watched as his cheeks became a rosy colour.

           “Let me love you!” I yelled as he suddenly took off running. As I caught up to him, I jumped on his back, thinking it would tackle him to the ground, but I was surprised when he caught my legs in his hands and continued running with me on his back. “Yah Han Jisung!” I shrieked, begging him to drop me.

           “Didn’t think this one through, did you princess?” I cringed at the cliché nickname, lightly hitting the top of his head in protest. “Yah! Don’t hit me!”

           The three of us ended up at a cafe looking through the pictures Hyunjin took throughout the day, after he downloaded them to his laptop. Jisung would point at one he thought was really nice, asking to send them to him later. But I just stared, my heart suddenly picking up pace.

           I stared at the pictures, seeing the wide smiles on both our faces. How perfectly our hands seemed to fit together. Hyunjin even took pictures of us when we were just being ourselves, running around the park with me on his back. You couldn’t tell the difference between the pictures where we were acting like a couple and when we were just hanging out.

           In all the years I’ve known Jisung, I’ve never seen him as anything more than my best friend. But looking at these pictures is like looking into another reality where he’s my boyfriend, and I don’t mind it.

           Han Jisung has always been the person I turn to when I have news to share, good or bad. Through all the hard times and fights, he stuck by me, promising me he’d never leave. He’s the person that knows me better than I know myself. He knows exactly what I need without me asking for it. It’s like he can read my mind.

           There’s no denying that he’s handsome either. He has a smile that can light up a room. Whenever I’m having a bad day, his smile alone can brighten it, bringing a smile to my face as well. And he’s got the cutest cheeks that puff out when he shoves food in his face, much like a squirrel. It’s one of my favourite parts about him. Honestly, I love everything about him.

           There’s no doubt in my mind that I accidentally fell for my best friend. I fell for him a long time ago, but I refused to admit it. But looking at these pictures, my heart can’t deny it anymore. I’m in love with Han Jisung.

           “Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Jisung’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Do you not like the pictures? Are we not a cute couple?” He joked, his famous smile dancing across his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back.

           “We’re obviously the cutest! All the pictures are amazing, Jinnie.” Hyunjin smiled at us, the stress seeming to wash off him completely.

           “Honestly, you two would make a really cute couple. Look at this picture.” He showed us a picture he took just a bit ago when we got to the café. Jisung and I were standing in line, waiting to order. As per usual, Jisung had his arm draped across my shoulders, and I was holding his hand that was hanging off my shoulder, our fingers laced together. We were staring at each other, wide smiles on our faces. We weren’t even posing, that’s just how we’ve always been. “You are the happiest with each other.” Hyunjin added, but Jisung and I were both silent, realization hitting us both.

           “Wow.” Jisung breathed out, his eyes suddenly meeting mine. “I’m so handsome!” He exclaimed, a wide smile taking over his face. I let out a laugh, but I could feel my heart drop. It was obvious that I was the only one who fell.

           I eventually excused myself with the excuse of a project due in a couple days that I needed to finish. I put my earbuds in and took the long way home, overthinking every little thing between Jisung and I over the years. When did my feelings change?

           Was it the night my parents divorced and I couldn’t stop crying, wondering what went wrong? Jisung came over after I had called him and he heard I was crying. I told him not to, but he still showed up, drenched from the pouring rain, holding a bag of all my favourite snacks. He held me until my sobs faded and wiped away the drying tears.

           Maybe it was when we were partnered for a project in high school and we were in my room, laughing about something completely unrelated to the project. We stayed up late into the night, until my dad came upstairs, offering Jisung the spare room to sleep in, saying he already called his parents. Jisung was awake before me, waking me up with breakfast in bed and a shy smile.

           It could have been when I was stood up, and instead of just picking me up and allowing me to do the lonely walk of shame out of the fancy restaurant, he barged in, apologizing profusely for being late. I smiled when I saw him dressed in his best suit, his hair a mess from the obvious run he did to get there. He even paid despite the high price and his dwindling bank account.

           Or it could have been a mix of everything. Maybe my feelings were never platonic. I always seemed to laugh louder and smile more when he’s around.

           A short vibration from my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I opened the message from Hyunjin, seeing a couple pictures from today on my screen along with a short message. I don’t think you two are just friends.

           The pictures were ones he didn’t show us at the café, or at least not when I was there. The first one seemed to be from when we were just wandering around looking for a location to shoot. I was looking somewhere off camera, probably looking around for a place to shoot. But Jisung’s eyes were on me. His hands were in his pockets while a soft smile danced across his lips. The way he looked at me was the way guys in movies look at their lover. Eyes full of love and longing.

           The second picture was during one of the moments we were trying to act like a couple, but we couldn’t contain our laughter. His hands cupped my face, our eyes locked together in a sweet gaze. You could practically hear our laughter just by looking at the picture. And in both of our eyes was the same longing look Jisung gave me in the previous picture.

           The final picture was another from us acting like a couple. I had closed my eyes just like the couple in the reference picture, thinking Jisung did too. Our foreheads were touching, his hands cupping my face once again, and my hands resting on his chest. But his eyes weren’t closed. They were open, looking at me with such love that I could feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach.

           I stopped walking, just staring at the third picture, hope building up in my stomach. The lyrics of the song playing in my earbuds was background music to the sound of my heart pounding.

           Just then, Jisung’s contact picture popped up on screen as he called me. He always knew when I needed him. He knew me better than I knew myself. I should have known I couldn’t keep these feelings a secret from him. He could read me as easily as you can read your favourite book.

           “Turn around.” Was all he said before hanging up. Slowly, I listened to his directions, turning around, and seeing him standing just a few feet away. “You felt it too, didn’t you.” He said, neither one of us taking a step. Strangers just walked on by, not paying us any attention, as if they were extras in a drama we were starring in.

           “Yeah.” Was all I could say, and a smile formed on his face. “I think I always have.” I added, surprised he could hear me with how soft my voice was. He finally walked towards me, closing the short distance between us before cupping my face.

           “Me too.” He whispered before pressing his lips to mine in the first of many kisses we’d share.

[dr-lizortecho]

002: Kaliz 💖💖💖

Thanks for the ask, sorry imma ramble cause I’m incapable of being normal about them 💜💜💜

Whenever I started shipping them:

I think I’ve mentioned that 3x03-05 really sold it for me as a triad, but since I’ve rambled about that a hundred times I’m gonna go into individual dynamics. Which has to be 1x01 for Echo and Kyliz cause they both came into the show strong. I mean Echo and their damn milkshake and the forehead press and just Max’s shaky hands and voice, perfection. And Kyliz walked in screen with a deep shared history as two lost souls in the night, and you could hear their broken edges clacking together (or their teeth, who knows). And 2x11 for Valevans cause I will never get over Max seductively leaning and initiating flirting only so he could continue trying out sexy poses for the rest of the day (only ti bail when Kyle asked to makeout)

My thoughts:

literally just them as healers on a rotisserie

What makes me happy about them:

the way they push each other to be the best versions of themselves, Max and Kyle holding Liz accountable in a way. Reminding her that her big picture isn’t all there is. While Liz and Kyle smack sense into Max when he wants to go it alone and ‘cowboy’ it up. And Max and Liz pushing Kyle to rest and prioritize himself sometimes.

I just think they make each other balanced and let each other become soft in the best way.

What makes me sad about them:

they’re all endlessly orbiting each other in canon. Truly Echo doesn’t work without Kyle in some shape or form. Also, they’re all looking to be healed through healing.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

So I’ve read everything for them, like nothing truly ‘annoys’ me, cause again there is a small amount of content creators and I tend to agree with their characterization (though it’s not perfect all the time, lol).

So for this I think my closest thing is how often in fic it starts out as a sex thing (and I’m guilty of this myself). Where the entire premise is the smut and they’re not established. Just cause it’s such a large chunk of what is available for them.

Things I look for in fanfic:

them being tagged 😅

My wishlist:

ultimately, a slowburn with all three dynamics unfolding at the same time though at different paces. But everything else in a small scale either exists or I’ve written/it’s a wip

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

okay, so in canon it’s Kaliz or Echo or death (sorry)

But in fic

Liz: Maria, Jones, Isobel, Michael

Max: Maria, (this is how I get kicked out of all spaces) Michelle, Anatsa

Kyle: Michael, Flint, Dallas

My happily ever after for them:

Them settling down in Max’s place and eventually expanding it to have more space. Max becomes a full time writer, Liz works at Deep Sky (investigating and creating science with everything Bonnie brings back from Oasis), and Kyle opens up a Family Practice.

They eventually have two or three kids, the first is named James Arturo Ortecho-Evans-Valenti for reasons. Their daughter is some form of Annabelle after Isobel and Anne <3

Fandom asks <3

[fridayfirefly]

All For The Investigation

Read All For The Investigation on AO3

Masterlist

By Tim’s calculations, there was an 87% certain that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was the Parisian former hero Ladybug. However, 87% was not 100%, so Bruce required further investigation. Damian was stuck with the job.

Except, Damian knew that stuck wasn't exactly the right word. Stuck implied that he was displeased with the situation. Damian wasn't displeased. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was the most pleasant person in all of Gotham Academy. If Damian had to choose anyone to be forced to spend time with, he would choose Marinette. Though he grumbled about being forced to spend time with plebeians (for the benefit of his brothers, who would mercilessly tease Damian if they even suspected that he had a crush), Damian was quite pleased by the assignment.

Given that Marinette was in his history class, it was quite easy to arrange a situation in which they were forced to be in each others' proximities. When their teacher announced that there would be an upcoming group project with randomly assigned partnerships, it was simple for Damian to break into her office and switch around some of the names. When the partnerships were announced and Marinette and Damian were paired together, Damian made his move.

"Dupain-Cheng, if you would like to work on the project over the weekend, we can do so at my house."

"Sounds good, Wayne, but you know, you can just call me Marinette," said Marinette with a smile.

Damian felt flustered, which was a very bad sign. He never felt anything less than perfectly composed. "Then you may call me Damian."

Marinette's smile got even bigger. There was a feeling in his chest that, had it been caused by anyone else, Damian would have suspected it to be a complication of the broken ribs from Joker's last attack. "Let me give you my number, and we can plan a meeting this weekend. Would Saturday work for you?"

Damian nodded as he handed Marinette his phone. "My schedule is free on Saturday."

"Great!" chirped Marinette. She plugged in her number, then posed for a picture, explaining that it was, "For the contact photo."

And if in the privacy of his bedroom, Damian stared at that contact photo for twenty-minutes straight, it was just for research purposes. Just to compare Marinette's facial structure to that of Ladybug. Completely normal investigative business.

The next morning, Damian found his way to the bedroom of his most tolerable brother. "Grayson. Can I confide in you without any of the information getting to anyone else?"

Richard glanced up from his laptop. "Sure thing, Baby Bird." He patted a spot on the bed next to him,

"Don't call me that. I despise nicknames," grumbled Damian. He took a seat, staring at the wall in front of him, still weighing the risk versus reward of talking to Richard. If his brother had some technique for extinguishing romantic interest it would solve Damian's problem. However, if either Drake or Todd got word of Damian's crush there was no doubt in Damian's mind that they would never let him hear the end of it.

"So what's on your mind?"

"It pertains to the girl in my who Drake suspects to be Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She has become difficult to investigate. I have found myself unable to observe her objectively."

Richard frowned. "I'm not sure I know what you mean. Is it something that she did that's bothering you?"

Damian searched for the right words to explain the situation. He was not usually so tongue-tied, but the proper words seemed to escape him at every turn. "Dupain-Cheng is not what I expected. I assumed that it would be a simple task, to observe her and determine whether she has any connection to the Parisian superhero. However, I have found it difficult to concentrate on my mission when I am around her."

"You find it difficult to concentrate when you're around her. How so?"

Damian gritted his teeth. He didn't want to spell out his crush so obviously, but Richard seemed incapable of looking between the lines. "I have found myself preoccupied with trivial things like getting to know her personality, rather than investigating her background. She makes me feel... flustered."

Damian could see the moment that Richard made the connection. His brother's face lit up as he exclaimed, "You have a crush on her?!"

"Quiet!" snapped Damian. "This does not leave this room. I need to learn how to get rid of it, so I can get back to completing the mission."

Richard was grinning ear to ear. "That's not how crushes work. You can't just snap your fingers and have them disappear. The only thing that can get rid of a crush is time. Or sometimes if they get a haircut that kills the feeling. But mostly it just takes time."

"I cannot afford to wait for these feelings to fade. I'll look into scheduling her a haircut." Damian stood up, resolved to get rid of his crush before Marinette came over later that day to work on their project.

"No wait," Richard grabbed Damian's arm. "I doubt that your attraction to her is so shallow that a haircut would destroy the feelings you have for her. This is something that you'll have to talk to her about."

Damian frowned. "Perhaps I should give the mission to someone else. Jon could transfer to Gotham Academy for the semester. His detective skills are lacking but his judgment would be less clouded than mine. If I ignore her for long enough I'm sure that I can evade talking about my feelings."

"Why don't you just ignore the mission for a few weeks while you get to know her."

Damian fixed Richard with a death glare. "I cannot ignore this mission. Father gave it to me personally."

"How about twenty-four hours? You spend the next twenty-four hours in getting-to-know-her mode rather than background-check mode and at the end of it, we can regroup and decide what to do next. If you actually get to know her, you'll better understand the depths of your feelings. Once you have that understanding, you'll be able to see if waiting out your crush is a viable option or if you need to pass on the responsibilities to someone else."

It wasn't the perfect solution, but it was better than anything Damian had come up with. Anything that could potentially alleviate Damian's inability to focus on the investigation was worth trying. "Fine," Damian replied curtly. "Thank you for your assistance."

"No problem," said Richard. "You know, I would love to get to meet Marinette sometime."

"Don't push your luck," grumbled Damian, ignoring Richard's laughter as he stood up and left the room. There would be no way to hide the fact that Marinette was coming over to the Manor from his family. There was also no way that his family wouldn't intrude upon Damian and Marinette as they worked. However, if he explained everything beforehand and phrased everything in precisely the right way, he might be able to pass off his odd behavior towards Marinette as a part of his investigation. Damian pulled out his phone and composed a text to send to the family groupchat.

Damian: Dupain-Cheng is coming to the Manor at approximately 22:00 to work on a history project. I will be covertly conducting my investigation. From what I have gathered, she would respond better to subtle questioning, rather than a straightforward interrogation.

Tim: wait does subtle interrogation mean that you'll be flirting with her???

Jason: I need to see this

Steph: I'm willing to bet money that his flirting offends Marinette so much she storms out of the Manor before Damian can finish the mission

Dick: No way. I'll bet 20 dollars that his flirting works too well

Steph: done

Damian huffed, half tempted to call off his meeting with Marinette. His siblings were insufferable.

Damian: Please refrain from intervening. Confirming that Dupain-Cheng is Ladybug is a vital first step in determining whether the Justice League needs to interfere in the affairs of the Order of the Miraculous.

Bruce: Damian is correct. No one will bother him while he is working with Marinette.

Damian smirked as he turned his phone off. His plan wasn't foolproof, of course, but a direct order from Bruce to not interfere would force his siblings to be more subtle about spying on him and Marinette. The chance of him being interrupted was significantly decreased.

Damian got everything set up in the den, which was only ever used on family movie night. It was perfectly situated for the task at hand - a room small enough to be classed as cozy but big enough to not feel cramped. It was out of the way, surrounded by other equally unused rooms, so his siblings would have no excuse for lurking in the hallway outside. Damian brought in snacks, chargers, and a few books from the Wayne Manor library on Renaissance Art, the topic of their project.

Marinette arrived promptly at 2 in the afternoon, holding a Tupperware container full of gingerbread cookies, with a smile on her face. "Hi, Damian. I brought cookies."

None of his planning accounted for this moment, for first laying eyes on Marinette. Damian froze up, desperate to put the right words in the right order. "Welcome to Wayne Manor, Marinette. I have everything set up in the den if you'll just follow me."

"Sure." Marinette toed off her black boots and arranged them on the shoe tray next to the door. She was left in sage green cat-print socks that matched the rest of her outfit, a pine green sweater and black jeans. Damian couldn't help but wonder if she knit the sweater herself - Marinette's talent for designing was well-known throughout Gotham Academy, as it was what got her accepted into the prestigious high school in the first place.

Marinette followed Damian through the Manor, complimenting little details that Damian had never noticed before - the pattern of the curtains, the bay window in a sitting room that Damian had never bothered to enter, the family pictures that lined the wall in the hallway. Marinette made it seem so obvious to pay attention to those little details. Damian wished that he could see the Manor for the first time through her eyes and feel the same amazement that she felt as she oohed and awed over the decadence that Damian had considered banal.

Damian was so captivated by Marinette that he almost missed the fact that Drake and Brown were lurking in the study across the hall from the den. A text to his father about the gravity of his mission would be enough to get them sent away on some inconsequential but time-consuming task. Damian would have to find an inconspicuous time to pull out his phone during their work on the project to let his father know about their intrusion.

"Now I know why you call it Wayne Manor. This place is huge." Marinette shrugged off her backpack and set it down on the coffee table next to her container of cookies.

"Its size is entirely unnecessary for ordinary life," agreed Damian. "However, it makes for very challenging games of hide-and-seek."

Marinette giggled. "That sounds like fun. You'll have to invite me next time you play."

"I'll make sure of it." Damian smiled, surprised to find that his happiness wasn't forced. He rarely engaged in childish behavior, and even more rarely did he find any enjoyment in it. Yet the mental image of playing a child's game with Marinette was pleasant to him. The feelings he had for her were deeper than Damian anticipated.

The pair got to work on their project. Damian sent out the text to his father as soon as he opened his laptop, leaving Marinette under the impression that he was researching sources. A series of irritable texts in the family groupchat confirmed the fact that Drake and Brown had been removed from their hiding spot.

"Do you want to try a cookie?" asked Marinette, pushing the Tupperware towards Damian.

"Thank you." Damian took one, just to be polite. Growing up in the League of Assassins, he never really had a taste for sweets. Alfred's baking was the extent of what he would tolerate. He took a bite - small, to back up his claim that he already ate if it turned out to be inedible. Surprisingly, it was nearly as good as Alfred's gingerbread cookies, and those were tailer made to Damian's taste. The cookies were heavy on the ginger and cloves, just as Damian liked. "These are delicious," Damian professed.

Marinette blushed. "Thanks. I know they taste a little different than store-bought gingerbread. My parents make them with a lot of ginger."

"These are much superior to store-bought cookies."

"Thanks. You know, you're a lot nicer outside of school. You always seemed kind of grumpy in class."

"I'm not a fan of the state-mandated curriculum."

Marinette nodded. "I get what you mean. I barely have any room in my schedule for my design classes, with all the mandatory classes that Gotham Academy makes us take. I'm lucky that I have my internship, otherwise, I think I would go crazy, taking so many classes that I don't care about."

"Your internship is with Audrey Bourgeoise, isn't it?"

Marinette nodded. "I was friends with her daughter, back in Paris. Originally it was going to be a four-year internship in New York City, but I renegotiated some of the terms so that I could do the first two years in Paris, then the last two in Gotham, while she established the new branch of her company."

"You renegotiated the terms of a prestigious internship at the age of fourteen? Weren't you afraid of losing it if you pushed too hard?"

Marinette shrugged, nonchalant as if it were normal for an intern to make such a bold move. "I didn't want to leave Paris. My whole life was there. I wasn't ready to just pick up and move to a new country."

"What changed that you were able to come to Gotham?"

"There were a lot of reasons. Hawkmoth was the biggest one. I felt nervous about leaving my family and friends behind when he was terrorizing the city. After he was defeated I felt a lot more comfortable leaving."

That aligned with the theory that Marinette was Ladybug. "What were the other reasons?"

"My age was one. I didn't feel ready to leave home at fourteen and my parents didn't like the idea of me leaving home that young either. Another big one was the fact that I didn't have a good handle on my personal style. I was worried that designing full-time in Audrey Bourgeoise's office would cause me to lose my originality. The worst thing I could imagine was watering down my designs to appeal to the rest of the fashion industry."

"Your conviction is impressive. Most in your position would not worry about selling out to obtain such a highly coveted position."

"Audrey said the same thing, though when she said it, she spoke it with annoyance, not admiration. I've never been highly motivated by wide-spread success. I don't need to be a household name to feel content with life. I just want to design clothes that I'm proud of."

The fluttering feeling in Damian's chest returned with full force, alongside a tendril of anger at the unfairness of the situation. Here was the most perfect person Damian had ever laid his eyes on, and he was forced to pick her apart piece by piece to figure out her deepest darkest secrets. Damian didn't know much about relationships, but this didn't seem like the way they were supposed to go.

"You look upset," Marinette's observation was tinged by the worry in her voice.

"I'm not upset," he assured her. "I was just wondering how I never noticed how interesting you are."

Marinette flushed, her cheeks turning pink. "What does that mean?"

Damian shrugged. While his nonchalant attitude was all a bluff, his admiration of her accomplishments was all real. "Most of our classmates feel accomplished with the most conventional of achievements. Yet you secured an internship at the side of one of the most renowned fashion critics in the world and you still stay humble about it. You weren't blind-sighted by the incredible opportunity. You fought to maintain your values, no matter if it meant losing something priceless."

Marinette's blush deepened. "That's just who I am. It's not special, it's me."

"It is you," agreed Damian. "And it is special."

Marinette gave him a wide-eyed look, shocked by the emotion in his words. "We should get back to work," she said, self-consciously rubbing one cheek with the sleeve of her green wool sweater.

"Of course," Damian amicably agreed. He had pushed far enough for intel and had managed to get to know her a little better in the process. His flirting wasn't as blatant as it could have been, but it got the job done. Richard had said that once he knew the depths of his feelings he would know what to do. Richard was right. Damian's feelings were seemingly endless, a maze of all the things he liked about Marinette, in which every corner he turned was a new quirk that he couldn't un-notice. Yet Damian didn't want to pass on the responsibility of investigating Marinette to anyone else. He wanted a reason to spend time with her.

It wasn't the best situation. Damian wished that he could get to know her organically. However, Damian wasn't the type to dwell on the could-have-been. He had an opportunity to get to know Marinette right in front of him and he wasn't going to let it go.

Hours later, after Marinette went home, Richard stopped him in the hallway. "So what did you learn?"

"My investigation has proven inconclusive. I need to further get to know Marinette Dupain-Cheng if I want to uncover her identity. For research purposes, of course."

Richard laughed. "Of course."

[wereshrew-admirer]

do you have any advice on how to get better at backgrounds? I’ve always really loved how you do them (particularly ones in natural settings with lots of trees and foliage and whatnot—I remember being so impressed when you were posting wips of your hieron art for the f@tt pinup zine because you were painting individual leaves)

I struggle with them so much that they’re not fun, and I’m never motivated to practice because, well, they’re not fun 😅 I think my biggest problems are making characters look like they’re actually In An Environment, and knowing how much detail to include or leave out, and you seem to be really good at both those things. I would take literally any advice about any aspect of bg painting that you might have though, even if it’s just like. pointing me to a book or a youtube tutorial lol

i think... the most accessibly practical suggestion i have for putting bodies in environments is to draw in layers - as in, if part of a body is hidden? draw it. make sure you're accounting for every limb even when you can't see it, and while you're doing that, think about how something would feel rather than what it would look like.

i see a lot of advice that's "think about how it looks and not how it works" and maybe that is better for composition (i have NO art education, no qualifications to speak on that) - but i suggest thinking about how things feel, physically. you don't have to know about all the bones in a body, you just have to think about how it would feel to be in that environment and in that position.

i want to put a body at x angle, and it looks fine… but what's that hidden arm doing? does it have enough space to fit comfortably between those bodies or against that rock? could i hold my weight up like that? how long could i hold my weight up like that? if im trying to depict a relaxed scene, then thinking about how comfortable something is is essential - environmentally that includes … how many sticks are on the ground? sure the pose would work inside, but would there be rocks or sticks that suddenly make putting weight there painful? if yes then i need to either change the pose or set up the environment in a way that justifies it (and so i have to think, are they on moss (and if so then now i've got to set up an environment where thick moss might grow) or are they in a sheltered place that would have less fallen sticks (now i have to add overhangs or visibly cleared ground or or or)?

other than that.. trial and error. measure twice cut once? eyeball it and cut ten times and by the end of it you'll have a decent understanding of what range of measurements work and why.... i'm the artistic equivalent of those (bad) jokes about men never asking for directions, so unfortunately i don't have any easy resources (i'll google when i can't figure out how to get something to work in a program (and then inevitably learn that i've been doing things a roundabout hard way the whole time) but that's about it).. both while making the art and how i'm existing in space… if i hadn't put myself in so many uncomfortable situations i wouldn't know how painful it is to sit against a rigid curved surface, how likely i was to slide down a hill with x amount of leaves on it, etc etc)