#i'll try to be kind and hope they get better

[frequentlykit]

Helping Hand - Bang Chan

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1.4k

Summary: While on a work trip to Japan you run into a familiar producer.

A/N: this is my first original fic so please be kind, hope you enjoy! let me know if you have any requests or suggestions. i'll hopefully be posting more and maybe i'll figure out how to make a masterlist at some point.

- kit <3

You weren’t much for flying but when your company asked you to join a work sponsored trip to Japan you couldn’t help but jump on it. Though you’d been working in Seoul for almost a year, you’d never been able to find the time to travel out to Tokyo. And having the whole trip paid for by the company made it even better.

Though they hadn’t splurged for first class tickets, you’d never sat in business class before, not even on your flight to Seoul when you’d first moved there.

You found your seat quickly, a middle seat, wonderful. But as the plane filled up you realized you lucked out and got the whole row to yourself, though it being a red eye flight might have something to do with it.

Now, you weren’t afraid of flying, but you weren’t exactly a fan either. Particularly when it came to take off and landing.

As the plane taxied away from the gate you got comfortable in your seat, putting on your headphones and playing some music hoping to distract yourself from takeoff. You squeeze the armrests as the plane rises and falls before eventually reaching cruising altitude.

Having settled down a little from takeoff, you take the time to look around the plane cabin. A particular passenger catches your attention, black beanie, black sweatshirt, black sweats and sneakers. Though it wasn’t his outfit that caught your attention, it was his face. You’d know it anywhere, you were certain that Bang Chan was sitting in the row across from you, working on his laptop.

At first, you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to bother him but you wanted to say something.

“Hey Chris.” You were thankful he didn’t have his headphones on right at that moment because he looked up, turning towards you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved, “Sorry to bother. I just wanted to say I’m a big fan.”

He returned your smile, about as brightly as you’d expect from someone on a red eye flight, “Hi. What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“What is bringing you to Tokyo? It’s not a SKZ thing is it? Though I suppose you’re probably not supposed to tell me if it is.” You laugh quietly at yourself.

“No, it’s just me. We have a week break and I wanted to get out of Seoul. I was going to go to this spa resort Hyunjin told me about for a few days.”

You gasp softly, “You? Taking a break? Who are you and what have you done with Bang Chan?”

He chuckles, “Haha, very funny-” as he was about to continue the person next to him slumped over onto his shoulder. He jumps, turning towards the man and slowly pushing him back to his own seat.

You bite your lip, hesitating before speaking up, “Do you… do you want to join me?”

He looks back over at you and his millisecond of hesitation makes you overthink.

“You don’t have to! I just, I wasn’t trying to- I have more room and you… you don’t have to…” You trail off.

“I appreciate the offer…” he smiles genuinely. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not, I promise.” You wave him over, “I’ve got the whole row.”

He glances between your empty row and his full one, both people beside him sound asleep. You wave him over once again.

He glances down the aisle, making sure the stewardesses are busy, and quickly grabs his backpack and laptop before sliding into the aisle seat next to you.

“I can move over if you want more space.” You offer, already starting to shift to the window seat.

“No, no, you don’t have to move.” He shakes his head, pushing his backpack under the seat and setting his laptop on the tray table.

You can’t help but steal a glance at the screen, seeing that he’s working on song a demo.

“Trying to get a sneak peak?” Chris teases.

You sit back, blushing, “Sorry, couldn’t help it. It’s not like I understand what any of it means...”

“Do you want to listen?” He asks.

“You’d let me?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s a pretty rough demo at the moment and there’s no vocals so I don’t see the harm in letting you hear it,” he holds out his headphones.

You smile, taking them and placing the headphones over your ears. Chris rewinds the track and presses play. It wasn’t what you had expected, much slower, almost sensual. It reminded you of Red Lights a little bit. You could hear where the melody would go and couldn’t wait to find out what the lyrics would be, though knowing Chris it could be years before this song was finished and released fully.

The song ends and you take off the headphones, handing them back to him, “I like it, it’s very you.”

“I think it fits with our style.” He nods.

“I meant you specifically.”

“Me?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Why me?”

“You have a very particular… sound, especially for your solo songs.”

“Do I?” He laughs.

“It’s very distinct.” You grin.

“Good to know," he nods, "So, tell me about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why are you heading to Japan?”

“Work trip.” You answer simply.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a photographer.”

“That’s cool, what will you be photographing in Tokyo?”

“I work for a large marketing company and they need pictures of an event they are holding in the city.”

“Very cool.”

Before you knew it, two hours had passed and the captain came over the intercom saying that they were going to begin their descent. Chris started to put away his laptop as you buckle your seatbelt.

You felt your stomach drop as the plane slowly lost altitude and instinctively grabbed for the arm rest, unfortunately for you, Chris already had his arm on it, meaning you grabbed his hand. You pull away quickly, feeling a blush heat your cheeks as you apologize.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I just don’t like-”

He cuts off your ramble by taking your hand and squeezing it tightly in his, “Squeeze as hard as you need to.” He smiled gently.

You looked at him, you were surprised but also not at all because this was completely in character for Chris. You were about to say something stupid when the plane dropped again and you sat back in your seat, squeezing his hand hard as you gripped the other arm rest.

The plane landed on the airstrip, Chris didn’t say a word as you continued to hold his hand until the seatbelt sign was turned off. You gathered your things and walked silently off the plane with Chris trailing behind you.

Once you were at the gate you stepped to the side, Chris following suit.

“Uh, thank you… for that. I really appreciate it.”

“Happy to help, a few of the guys don’t really like flying either so I’m used to it.”

“This, uh, this is kind of awkward but can I ask you to sign something? It’s been really cool hanging out with you and I… I don’t know, I want something to remember it by.”

He laughs softly, “As long as you swear I won’t see it on eBay in a few days.”

You giggle, “Cross my heart.”

You pull out the notebook you carry with you and hand it to him with a pen.

“No photocard?” He teases.

“I… I didn’t bring any with me…” You look away as the blush returns to your cheeks.

“I’m just teasing.” He says as he starts to write in the notebook.

He took longer than you expected but after a minute he closes the notebook and hands it back to you, “I would ask for something from you to remember this by but I think the nail imprints on the back of my hand will suffice.”

“I did not grip your hand that hard,” you reach out without thinking and take his hand, inspecting it for marks.

As you let go and look back up at him you see him smiling fondly at you.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”

He shakes his head, silencing you, “You think too much, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

You both wave and he walks off, leaving the airport as you head to baggage claim.

As they find somewhere to sit and wait for your luggage, you open the notebook and find where Chris had signed.

Y/N Thanks for hanging out with me, hopefully I’ll see you around ❤︎ Bang Chan XXX - XXXX use it wisely ;)

He didn’t…

part 2????

don't forget to like and reblog, hope you enjoyed it <3

[of-the-eclipse]

Yknow what, I'm actually coming back to this because it's been on my mind since I reblogged it yesterday. (Apologies to advance to you oomf for the upcoming rant/discussion)

I have always been hesitant to try and find "deeper meaning" in the ENA series, and in ENA as a character, because of how silly and weird it is most of the time (surreal for the sake of being surreal). Whenever I have thought of interpretations like this, like "both ENAs are probably autistic" or "the ENAs are just straight up experiencing racism/discrimination", I have felt kind of silly for it; I'm making something out of nothing.

But seeing this particular interpretation after others like it really does make me think, or at least hope, that there is an intention of grander symbolism.

Looking at it through this view (ena is trans, autistic, an immigrant) really makes me view the series in a different way, a way I have subconsciously always wanted to but felt silly for doing so. It makes me see a lot of characters and their interactions with ENA differently, especially Moony and Froggy as the deutertagonists to each Ena.

In my pondering on them, I have kind of come to interpret Froggy as one of those friends with good intentions, but comes across as ableist anyway. This is mostly in the beginning when he mentions several times how Ena "talks funny", and when explaining what her job is tries to phrase it "in way she can understand". Again, good intentions and trying to help, but it comes off as kind of demeaning. Moony is in a similar boat, though she is more directly rude. Its pretty clear to me that she still LIKES Ena, that's her friend! But she often makes Ena's emotional state worse or gets too impatient with her.

Also. The Enas being trans. Oh my god it makes so much sense and I feel a lot better about having it as a headcanon for both of them. I've always noticed how both Enas have their masculine voice as the more "tolerable"/positive side of her, but never thought of it as much beyond a coincidence. But it being tied to *expected gender roles* really just is an interpretation that blows my mind with how obvious it feels now. It really touches me in a way i can't explain, like "maybe I'm not crazy for drawing these parallels to myself (as both a trans and autistic experience)".

I can't think of much more to ramble on without getting nonsensical, maybe I'll reblog a continuation later, but I guess I just want to thank you?? For this interpretation?? I didn't even touch on the last sentence because I'm not sure if I'm reading it the way you intended. But it really did kind of touch me and has changed my view on ENA.

To sum it up: "wow, so i WASN'T weird for relating to Ena's experience in a trans autistic way (and for reading her treatment from others as racism)".

EDIT: I just realized I forgot to mention ANYTHING about the Purge Event... that entire section of the game has so much to it and makes me incredibly sad for ENA. The one npc here that especially discomforts me is that one guy on the ceiling i didn't know you could talk to, who says: "Come on; give me a smile. / You're bringing me down. / You're bringing us down." And Ena's entire thing she had going on during the party... i just don't know how to tie it back to the above themes. I'll ponder on this.

ENA (both iterations , but especially DBBQ) is very blatant surrealist representations of the absurd reality of being: some sort of autistic, transgender, immigrant , your existence is like some sort of implicated manifestation of your larger race, you are An Ena, you have different facets from yourself , the palatable ego and the less pleasant alter, both representations of the expected gender but also volatile and fragile stability of your mind under pressure to Perform, the servicial Ena, the demanding Ena, you struggle within your own individualism but the dualism is simply a Part of you you cant tear off without the risk of completely losing that body

[simdroid2000]

"Weird looking ship."

"The windows are all boarded up. Pretty ominous..."

*knock, knock*

"Anyone home?"

...

"...I don't think there's anyone in there...I'll check and see if I can get in around back."

"This better be worth it..."

"Not that I have any other choice, so...uh...h-hellooooooo? I...come in peace?"

"Great, just what I need. An actual, real life haunted house. Complete with mold, trash, and probably ghosts."

"It even comes with totally-not-scary notes scrawled all over the walls! I'm the luckiest alien in the galaxy, seriously..."

"This looks like some kind of older type of communication device...maybe it works? If there's trash, it could at least be useful trash..."

*click*

"...Hello?"

........tttzz.............tzztch....*click*...

"This place is so freakin' creepy."

"Like, look at this. All hidden away behind the table. Do you think they're the people who lived here? Or, like, the people the owner was secretly obsessed with, and took secret photos of? And then they killed them, and buried them out back!? Because that's what I'm thinking."

"I really don't want to die in the murder shack!!!!"

"...though, it's not like I have much other choice. I should at least stay here for the night, or until the ship stops burning..."

"Ugh...this is the worst. One day you wake up, and boom, next thing you know you're stuck sleeping in some old dusty bed in a haunted house."

"It definitely doesn't feel like anyone's been here in a long time. I guess if I'm staying here, I should clean it up a little..."

"...and maybe I can hike some of the spaceship equipment over here. I'm no good at repairs, but...I guess I can try to salvage some parts..."

"..."

"I hope the TV survived..."

..........

"..."

"Do you see anything?"

"....yeah. Actually, I do."

end part 3.................. back to part 2

[kalied0skull]

Thinking about these two during late nights, with only alcohol and the stars around them on a beaten up truck.

now playing: NYNYNFY — Willy Beckett ♪

these two continue to revolve around my brain, even though this drawing was a pain to finish... i succeeded ...!

★ ramble under the cut !

& alt version of the drawing... ehe

yeah idk i hated the sketch of this drawing, loved the middle of the process, hated the finishing product. THIS DRAWING WAS A PAIN IN MYYYY ASSS I'll tell you that much.

i actually do quite still prefer the middle of the process, so here's an uncolored & non-background version of it:

i tried lighting for the second time in ever and it was way better than last time but also? i just could not get it to be the right colors for the LIFE of me. i think that's mainly why I'm not so fond of it — simply because of colors.

i do really really love this drawing of these two though, they're so ridiculously adorable

i kind of based this vibe off of the sodablog birthday post for steve, and then just kind of ran into a whole different scene with it. i like this one a lot, my brain likes to tell me that Steve just loves confessing his love to Soda whenever he's intoxicated. everryyyy singgleeeee timeeeee.

anyways who knows maybe I'll try and redo this drawing, but as for now GRRRR... GRRRR I HATE IT... first time in a while where I've actually been so displeased with a drawing i debated on scrapping it 😭

i really do love the scene though which makes me so upset because i WISH i could love this drawing, it's just so... idk man , I'm just hoping it'll grow on me </3

i did not have much to say on this drawing aside from fuckthis fuckthis and fuckthis, it had to be finished eventually (it's been sat in my ibis gallery for a week now, 8 days to be exact)

also I'd like to shout out @ broareweabouttoviberightnow for introducing me to the song that's in the main section, love love that song and it had lyrics fitting enough to the scene, i had to pick SOMETHING else other than salad days by mac demarco; i tend to typically just pick songs stuck in my head when i don't have a clue on what to put there, but that song came in clutch !!!

(thankyou bro !!! /silly)

anyways fuck this drawing and fuck this post /dramatic

[sannin-three]

I know it's not a pleasant thought, but if you view/headcanon Hiruzen and Orochimaru's relationship as having involved sexual grooming and abuse, it adds/changes so much context between them.

Thoughts below the cut. Also I want to be very clear that this is NOT a ship post. I can't control what people ship, but I'll ask that it please not be brought up here.

The scene of them alone together in the graveyard. I know it's supposed to be a nice moment but it makes me wonder how often the two were left alone together. Orochimaru is also quick to accept Hiruzen's explanation about his parents still being alive somewhere, showing that Hiruzen has a strong influence on them. This isn't unusual for mentor and apprentice dynamics, but given some of Hiruzen's questionable behavior (which I detailed in this post) it makes the whole situation feel less acceptable.

The way Orochimaru gradually pulled away from everyone around them as they grew older. And the fact they shifted in personality from being standoffish and quiet as a child to being a puppet master who uses an almost seductive attitude to manipulate people (SA victims can sometimes develop hypersexuality as a result of their abuse).

The bitterness at being passed over for the Hokage role despite being regarded as Hiruzen's favorite for so long is already kind of understandable, but this would make it a true slap to the face. Years of being used only to be discarded. Which would also make a depressing parallel to Orochimaru's line to Anko where he talks about throwing her away (though I personally don't think Orochimaru went this far with her, and instead was just referring to the curse mark).

Going to work for Danzo could have possibly been a way to get back at Hiruzen for the previous move. Gets dropped by the old man and goes to work with the guy's ex. Unfortunately I know I'm not the only one who assumes Danzo also manipulated and used Orochimaru to some degree. This again makes sense though it's not uncommon for people who were abused before to end up in abusive dynamics again because that's what they're familiar with.

The wardrobe change from silk kimonos and otherwise flattering clothes to the potato sack outfit that hides the shape of their body and almost every inch of their skin. SA victims will sometimes seek to make themselves less visually appealing in the hopes they'll be left alone.

(speaking of, in the Boruto era their clothing is more in line with how they used to dress and while it's still not very revealing, they have a normal collar as opposed to a turtleneck. To me this is a visual indicator of healing.)

Orochimaru's fixation on Sasuke also takes on a different light in this case. We know he wants to take over Sasuke's body to preserve their life, but this would also add more reasoning behind him talking about Sasuke's "beauty". They remember being young and valued for their looks/body, only to be dropped as an adult. Even if they hate Hiruzen now, a damaged part of them still wants to be young and desired once more.

Orochimaru having the chance to finally kill Hiruzen but still shedding a tear after everything that's happened because the child in them remembers how much this man's "love" once meant to them.

The delighted laugh she gives after revealing the body shifting jutsu and Hiruzen calls her inhuman. She almost seems proud of herself for her ability to horrify him, to finally be the one in control.

With all of this in mind, imagine the sheer horror of Hiruzen trying to seal their souls away together for the rest of eternity. For better or worse, Orochimaru broke away from his hold years ago only to be threatened with Hiruzen tying them down again, once and for all.

This also makes his last moments particularly creepy; viewing Orochimaru as a child who's pleasantly smiling at him rather than as the broken adult that has grown in their place. And saying how sad he is that he couldn't take Orochimaru with him... Just completely changes the vibe.

Sasuke himself states that he knows Orochimaru's given reasons for attacking Konoha were a lie. We aren't told what the true reason is though. This would be a potent reason though to take down the institution that allowed Orochimaru (and so many others) to be used like a pawn or a toy. If this were the true reason then it also would make sense why Orochimaru wouldn't want to discuss it openly.

So yeah, while I definitely can't say that this was intentional subtext on the creator's part, I think when brought together it all makes a disturbing sort of sense. The ninja world in general is extremely bad about pushing kids into an adult role far too early in so many ways, and sadly I can't help but assume this would be one of them.

[manlikeazi]

hi I love your work so so much and i was really hoping you could do an Aj one where they break up and he goes and begs for forgiveness ik you did a Sharky one already but am desperate for an Aj one it was so goood

Fix It, Right Now - Aj Shabeel

Summary: You and Aj gets into a fight and all it takes for Aj to apologize is a serious talk and a bunch of chaos.

Pairing: Aj Shabeel x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

Note: This req is similar to the one I received on wattpad so I just kinda did it both in this one lmao.

The Beta Squad mansion was unusually quiet. Tense. The kind of silence that made even the sound of a spoon tapping a mug feel like a drum solo. 

 Aj sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring blankly at the TV. It was on but he wasn't watching. He hadn't said a word in hours. 

 Because you were mad at him. Rightfully so.

 The fight had started earlier that afternoon. You'd called him out gently on constantly brushing off your feelings, especially around his friends. Instead of taking it seriously, Aj, in typical Aj fashion, deflected with sarcasm. 

You left the room, furious, hurt, disappointed and eyes glossy and then telling him you needed space. Then that space had turned into hours. Long ones.

////_////_////_////

Chunkz was the first to step in. He walked into the room, hands in his pockets, eyes focused, no jokes just serious older brother mode. He stood in front of Aj, blocking the TV. 

 "You gonna keep being an idiot or what?" Chunkz said, looking at Aj straight in the eyes.

"Not in the mood, man" Aj said as he didn't even blink, trying to look past Chunkz. 

"Yeah? Well I'm not in the mood to watch my boy throw away the best thing that's ever happened to him 'cause his pride's doing pushups in the back of his brain" Chunkz said as he observed Aj who stayed quiet. 

"Listen to me yeah? She loves you, bro. She's patient, kind, good to you and you treat her like she's just gonna wait around forever? Grow the hell up" Chunkz said as you next to him and wrapped his one arm around Aj.

 Aj's jaw clenched. 

 "Say one more dumb thing and I swear I'll slap the ego outta you" Chunkz said, voice low, eyes dead serious. 

"This isn't about you being right. This is about you being better. Fix it. Now" Chunkz added as he straightened up, gave Aj a long, final look, and walked out. 

////_////_////_////

Then hours after Chunkz's talking to, there came Sharky. 

 Subtle, surgical and annoying. 

"So... how's it feel knowing you're gonna be single before sundown?" Sharky said as he plopped down next to Aj and stretched. 

"Piss off, get out of here man" Aj said as he side-eyed him. 

 "I'm just saying" Sharky replied casually 

"It takes a special kind of talent to ruin something good and act like you're the victim" Sharky said with a small smile. 

Aj felt uncomfortable and shifted to try and look more composed.

"You know what I noticed? She used to always laugh when you entered a room. Like, proper light-up-the-space laugh. Haven't heard that today" Sharky said as he leaned forward, voice lighter now. 

Aj didn't respond.

 "You good at making jokes, yeah but you're also good at making people cry, apparently" Sharky said. 

 That one stung and it was meant to. 

"You'll either apologize tonight or regret it every day after. Your choice, Romeo"  Sharky said as he clapped him on the back and stood. 

////_////_////_////

After Chunkz and Sharky's annoying attempt of making Aj feel even more horrible than he's currently feeling a few hours ago. Then, came chaos. 

Because Niko and Kenny just bursted into the room dressed in... costumes? 

Kenny wore a bedsheet like a toga, holding a plunger like a sword. Niko had wrapped himself in fairy lights and was holding a speaker over his head playing "Let Me Love You" by Mario. 

 "What the hell--" Aj started. 

 "WE'RE HERE TO SAVE YOUR RELATIONSHIP!" Niko said, dramatically. 

"On behalf of love itself, we command you to get off your sorry arse and APOLOGIZE" Kenny said as he stepped forward dramatically. 

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT PRIDE" Niko said, twirling. 

"IT'S ABOUT HEART AND COMMON SENSE" Niko added. 

 "Do it for her" Kenny said as he begged, fake tears streaming from under his sunglasses. 

"Do it for the story! The grandchildren!" Kenny added.

 Aj stared at them both. Didn't knew whether to be terrified or disgusted by the threatics of his friends. 

 "...Y'all are actually insane" Aj said. 

"Correct" Kenny replied. 

"But we're also right" Niko added.  

"And now she's down there, sad and waiting. Go fix it" Niko said as he pointed to the hallway. 

 And suddenly, between Chunkz's lecture, Sharky's jabs, and these two lunatics prancing around like emotional backup dancers... Aj got it. 

////_////_////_////

After all the convincing doings of his friends, from Chunkz's intimidation to Niko and Kenny's chaos. Aj found his courage to apologize. He walked down the hall, heartbeat loud in his ears. Stopping in your door. Well, technically his door because it's originally his room in the mansion.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, knees tucked up. He knocked softly. 

 "...Yeah?" You said softly, voice done well on trying not to crack.

"Can I come in?" Aj said as he opened the door. 

 You didn't answer right away, hesitating and thinking if this will start another fight but then you gave it a chance as you gave a small nod. 

He stepped inside and sat beside you. For a moment, he didn't say anything. Then said.

"I was a prick, a jerk" Aj said. 

You looked at him, surprised at the bluntness. 

"I made a joke instead of listening and that's on me. I hurt you, I dismissed you and that's not the kind of man I want to be, not for you" Aj said, his sincereness can be noticed in his tone. 

Your eyes softened, but you stayed quiet. You knew Aj wasn't really open about his feelings and when he did open up, it's always the truth.

"I thought being chill meant not being emotional but that just made me cold. I didn't mean to make you feel like your feelings didn't matter. They do, you do" Aj said looking into your eyes, apologetic. 

"I'm sorry, baby, for real" Aj said as he reached for your hand. 

"You made me feel small" You muttered. 

 "I know" Aj whispered. 

"And I'll spend every day making you feel like you're the biggest thing in my world because you are" Aj added. 

You stared at him for a long beat... then finally melted into his arms, holding him tight. 

"I missed you" You mumbled into his hoodie. 

"I missed you too" Aj said as he breathed into your hair. 

"I promise, I'm learning. Just... don't give up on me yet" Aj added. 

"I'm not going anywhere" You said then you leaned back just enough to kiss himsoft, slow, and forgiving. 

////_////_////_//// 

Back in the Living Room where four members of the beta squad sat on the couch, waiting for Aj to comeback with you or just any sign that you both fixed the problem already.

"Do you hear that?" Niko said as he peeked around the corner. 

"They're not yelling" Kenny whispered. 

"That's a good sign" Kenny added. 

"Told you jabs work" Sharky said as he grinned. 

"And a little talking to" Chunkz said with a small smile, arms crossed. 

They waited. Then, Aj and you walked out, hand in hand, your eyes still a little red but smiling. Aj looked... lighter. 

 Everyone tried not to cheer.Then Niko dramatically pressed play on the bluetooth connected speaker again. 

 "LET ME LOOOOOVE YOUUUU--" The speaker spat out loudly and all of you bursted out laughing then just like that, everything felt right again.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Top tier consistency, basically carrying the fanfic side of the beta squad rn. Ha! Kidding.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[concretejunglefm]

hello, jester here. xoxo i had a Thot today that i thought you might appreciate, but there's no pressure to do anything with it. feel free to delete it if you want, even -- i just don't think i'll end up doing anything with it.

spent my shift at work thinking about reader with puppy!noah and puppy!folio. they try so hard to be well-behaved for you, but they *are* puppies. they can be mischievous. and sometimes it's hard to keep track of both of them, so you clip their collars together. (my first thought was a carabiner through the d-rings on the collars, but that may be an impractical length.)

good news: they're easier to keep track of. bad (better?) news: they end up getting all tangled up in each other. biting, licking, pawing. all whines and yips and soft little growls. they don't get into trouble, but you do end up with two very excited puppies on your hands. though they seem more than content to take care of themselves.. maybe you should leave them to it..

I think about these subby boys often, both playing with them and them playing together so this was an absolutely perfect thot. I hope this makes up for giving you angsty feelings 💕

CW: includes mentions of dry humping, slight cum play, voyeurism if you squint, just two collared pups being needy really.

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

You see how tightly they’ve wound themselves around each other, a tangle of limbs and longing that begs to be unraveled—yet you don’t move. You simply watch, transfixed, as teeth graze skin and tongues trace paths of heat. Their bodies press together, desperate and shameless, rolling in rhythm until finally you see it; Folio pinning Noah beneath him.

That should’ve been the moment you stepped in and pulled them apart—especially since you’ve never seen them act like this before. Sure, they’ve roughhoused, play fought, but nothing like this. And honestly, you can’t even recall a time Folio ever came out on top—literally. But now, he’s straddling Noah, thighs bracketing his hips, wearing a smug grin like he’s won something. And Noah… Noah’s not protesting. The sounds slipping from his lips aren’t annoyed or demanding Folio get off, they’re needy.

You know your boys and the sounds they make, the ones they usually make just for you. But right now, it’s Noah who’s whining, desperate and needy for Folio. And Folio? He holds all the power in this moment, using it shamelessly as he presses their hips together, grinding their bulges in a tantalizingly torturous rhythm.

Even if they had noticed you were there, you doubt it would’ve made a difference, not with the way Noah’s eyes glaze over so quickly, or how Folio starts rutting against him like something feral with need. It’s messy, raw, and desperate—the kind of need they usually direct at you, clawing for just a taste of pleasure. But now, they’re seeking it from each other, and you can’t look away. You’re spellbound, watching as Folio plays with Noah, the way he submits so easily, so willingly. Especially when the smaller of the two sinks his teeth into Noah’s throat, suckling at the tender spot like he’s marking him, staking his claim the same way they’ve both felt you claim them.

Noah is completely undone by it all, the sounds spilling from him raw and almost animalistic. His hips lift, chasing friction, desperate for more, their bulges straining visibly against the fabric between them. They could touch, could undress each other if they wanted, but for a fleeting moment, they both glance your way, eyes silently pleading, as if waiting for your permission to go further. And really, who are you to deny them?

You nod, giving them the silent approval they seem to crave, but it’s not enough. So, you rise from your seat and sink to the floor beside them, kneeling. You reach out deliberately slow, as if helping them undress might somehow quell the hunger burning between them, might bring an end to their yearning for each other.

By the time you return to your seat, they haven’t wasted a second—they’re already lost in each other, too far gone for anything beyond desperate grinding. Folio’s ass fits snug against Noah’s cock, already slick with precum, while his own shaft drags across Noah’s stomach. You watch them move together in a frantic rhythm, all hands and mouths, their sounds rising and falling—muffled one moment, loud the next, depending on where their lips land.

It’s Noah who unravels first, too overwhelmed to hold back, spilling in thick, shuddering ropes beneath Folio. He twitches, hips jerking as Folio grinds down harder, like he’s trying to take it inside instead of just feeling it smear against him. But that’s all it takes and Folio’s right behind him, coming apart with a gasp, his release streaking across Noah’s chest and stomach in messy, claiming lines.

You’d think they’d stop now, that they’d finally burned off whatever need had driven them to this, but they don’t. Even with the awkward angle caused by their new clip, they keep going, and you can’t bring yourself to unclip it. Not now. You watch as Folio leans down, attempting to lick his own mess from Noah’s stomach—just enough to taste. And that taste seems to be all it takes for their mouths to find each other again, lips crashing together in a messy, eager kiss. A muffled hum escapes Noah, one of clear approval, as he deepens the kiss, clinging to Folio’s tongue like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. And honestly, you can’t argue—they’re both utterly delectable.

[moviesludge]

i'm working on my second bird painting on a wood chip. it started really roughly, which is an okay way for it to start because you're sort of mapping out base colors and placement. But I went to work with it and it was looking really mediocre. Painting in general is something where you have to decide where to stop and when you're done. I thought my prior bird painting came out pretty good and the second one was not going nearly as well. I had to sit there and look at how it wasn't that good when I finished the session and I was trying to imagine how I could work it to look better.

Part of the reason I'm working on these is to try to sharpen my ability to create small details. And also to know how to properly and continuously thin the paint as it dries out on the palette, to paint quickly so as not to have to keep mixing paint, to mix the paint properly to get the right colors, to use a paintbrush that I'm comfortable with, to keep the bristles in the necessary shape, and to apply the paint in the way I want it. It's really challenging, and while it seems like acrylic is forgiving in that you can just cover up mistakes, the paint builds up and you can only do it so much.

So by some convergence of occurrences, after resenting my work for a few days, I managed to get a really good night's sleep. Like really really good. My focus was super sharp the following day and I worked on the painting again. I think I did some of my best work, technically. I noticed it was easier to compare my reference to my painting and see where I was at. I struggled with that before. One really surprising thing though is that my intuition was really sharp too. Like whatever I did just happened to work out the way I wanted it to. It was kind of eerie.

So after I finished the session, I compared it to the previous bird I painted and it makes the first one look like shit by comparison. So now I'm thinking I may go back and try to rework the first one a bit later on.

This all flies in the face of my desire to paint every day. I did do that for a week or so but it didn't really go well. I guess I should leave off if I can't focus. My typical approach is to just keep trying to do it anyway and hope it gets better, or build some kind of cumulative trial-and-error skill but I dunno. Sometimes it eventually shakes out and sometimes it doesn't.

My sharp work pertained to the bird only. I had also started painting some flowers in the background during my crappy early session. So then the bird looked good and the flowers looked like shit. So after my sharp session, I had that inevitable "WHAT IF I FUCK IT UP NOW" dread. I knew there was no way I was leaving it unfinished though. Making art is harrowing because you're always risking fucking up something you like and you just have to do it anyway.

So I felt pretty sharp today and I gave it a shot. I feel like I vastly improved the flowers. Part of it was that I didn't really stick too closely to reference the first time, and made all the flowers too samey and not really realistic in their dimension. So I painted over them all and stuck more to the reference. Also, during the first session I was trying to mix paint colors and it did not go well. I did a lot better this time. I'll post a pic sometime soon.

[karokawwo]

I don't think his hair is his grayest feature

[disdaidal]

So I kinda promised many months ago that I would write a detailed tutorial on how to make gifs with Photoshop. Unfortunately, I never got around to it and I kind of forgot as well because the idea overwhelmed me a little, so, sorry.

Then, today, a friend of mine on Discord asked me how I make my gifs, so I finally decided to make a quick video tutorial for it. English is not my first language, but I hope you can understand what I'm saying here. ^^

Since I aimed to make this tutorial as short as possible (still around 9 min though) and for a friend who already has experience with Photoshop and making gifs with it, I will unfortunately not explain every little function or tool that I'm using in this video. 😌

However, if you have any questions, do not hesitate to pm or send me an ask! I'll respond as soon as I can and as well as I can. ♥

[ladsofsorrow24]

finally get to read medalist chapter 52... my reaction after reading it

[redbean-nom]

watched the first 2 episodes of acolyte and so far i like every character except for the main one lol. (also is her name osha as in occupational safety and health administration??)

[lesbiansanemi]

I'm so tired

[ourceliumnetwork]

well it only took me 6 months and nearly 10 days but i am officially Done With A Task and now i'll be able to vote in the upcoming US election.

reminder to make sure you get your shit in before your state's deadlines so your vote gets counted, and don't put it off any longer if you can help it

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Worked on a ref for my fursona 🎉