#i'll try to get that pride month art done soon

[ink-stains-and-constellations]

I still have to do art for Pride Month, change my altar for winter, figure out what I want to do for the solstice, organise some stuff for an event, and catch up on a few fanfics...

And now I have to find a new drawing program because Adobe decided to be annoying.

Life's been kind of busy and stressful lately. Hopefully things will slow down a bit soon...

[oleander-nin]

Just Kiss(Rise! Donatello x GN Reader)

Leo had Super Smash Bros down to an art, Mikey could destroy anyone in Call of Duty, and Raph had perfected his skills in Mario Kart, but Donnie? Donnie can dance.

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Donnie shot you a smug look as he continued to get perfect scores on every move, his body mimicking every move perfectly. Your eyes met his and you tried to convey just how annoyed you were. He did warn you though. Donnie was the best at Just Dance, and he was going to beat you. Just like how he beat you at the last 36 songs you played with him. Every. Single. One. 

 It was honestly sad just how bad you were at this compared to him. You really wanted to beat him, just once. Too bad Donnie burning down his lab and handing his tech over to the Purple Dragons was ten times more likely to happen. Donnie trumps everyone when it comes to Just Dance. Or Dance Dance Revolution, but the machine they had found broke when Leo accidentally portalled Raph on top of it. 

The song ended, Donnie standing proud with five stars to his name and a score of 13,255, while you were still at a pitiful three stars, and a score of 7,860. You took a step back and sat on the floor, completely out of breath. Donnie moved to stand in front of you, his hands on his hips and an incredibly smug look on his face. 

“Had enough yet?” he teased, his eyes beaming with pride at winning once more.

“Course not, I just need a quick breather. Then I'll get back to beatin’ you.” you say as you take deep breaths. How is he not just as exhausted as you?

“Ah yes, beating me. Because that’s totally what you’ve been doing for the past 2 hours.”

You roll your eyes at him, knowing he’s never going to let you live this down. Honestly, you weren’t ever going to let yourself live this down either. Who loses thirty-seven games in a row? 

You lean back against the wall, resting your arms on your knees. Your eyes shut as you try to calm your breathing, exercising plus being close to your crush equals a heart beat just a bit too fast. Being able to use the fact that you’ve been dancing for two hours as an excuse for your bright red face is a nice silver lining though. As bad as you lost to him, dancing with Donatello was fun.

You can feel Donnie staring at you, but ignore it for the most part. You were really too tired to care about what he was doing at the moment, focusing more on your breathing and calming your racing heart. That is, until you hear him start to leave. Your eyes blink open and you lean forwards, watching Donnie walk away. 

“Hey, where are you going? I’ve only sat down for like, a minute. You're Not quitting’ on me, right?”

“Nonsense, I’m only going to get us some water. You stay here, I’ll be back soon.” Donnie says as he waves his hand, brushing off your concerns. “Plus, I need to grab one of the other discs from my room. We’ve done most of the songs on this one.”

You nod your head, letting out a sigh of relief. You and Donnie never got to hang out much anymore, with you in college and him being the protector of the city, you both just couldn’t find the time. Today was the first day all month where you were both free, and you really didn’t want to be done yet.

You’d think not seeing him as much would make your crush on him start to dissipate, but honestly, it got a lot worse. You used to be more subtle about it, your face only flaring up when he got super close to you or touched you. But now? He could be on the other side of the world and you’d start overheating just thinking about it. 

You perked up at the sound of footsteps coming your way, thinking Donnie was back, but faltered a little when you saw Leonardo instead. Mikey may be the self proclaimed feelings expert and family therapist, but Leo was the Hamato love guru. Leo was the only one who knew about your crush on Donnie(that you were aware of), and he used it to mess with you every chance he got.

You avert your eyes away from Leo’s smug grin and prepare yourself for the conversation that’s about to unfold. 

“How’s college going? It everything you hoped it’d be?” Huh. That's unexpected. You really thought he’d bring up Donnie.

“It’s going as well as it can I guess, pretty stressful though.”

“Betcha wish Donnie was there, huh? Then you could just skip your classes and do couple shit.” Ah, there it is. Leo smiles down at you, acting like he wasn’t subtly making fun of your crush on the Hamato genius.

“Y’know we aren’t a couple, righ’?” You remind him for what seems to be the millionth time. You were starting to get fed up with his constant nagging.

“And who’s fault is that, hm? Maybe try not being a coward, and you’ll actually get somewhere in life.” Wow, okay. That was uncalled for. You glare up at Leo, his smug face looking oh so slappable right now.

“Oh please, like you know what it’s like to have an unrequited love. You and your brothers haven’t even had a single crush yet.” 

Leo’s smug smile dropped a bit, his non-existent eyebrows furrowing at your comment. “You think it’s unrequited?” Leo asked, his eyes scanning your face like he was expecting all your thoughts to be written on your forehead. Maybe they were, it’s not like you had a mirror on you to check.

Rolling your eyes, you respond to Leo’s stupid queston. “Of course it is, Leo. Donnie doesn’t even notice I'm here half the time until one of you guys points it out. I mean, he senses April like 5 minutes before she even shows up, but I'm just invisible ‘till it’s convenient for me not to be.” You slump a bit, envy starting to bubble in your stomach as you think about Donnie’s close relationship with April.

Leo stands still, no emotion showing on his face, and you regret saying anything. All the Hamato’s hold April in the highest regard(as they should), so of course he’s going to be a bit put off by your complaint involving April. It’s not like you don’t like April of course, she’s wonderful. You just get a bit envious of how close her and Donnie are sometimes.

It’s silent for a bit, both you and Leo awkwardly existing in a shared space, neither of you knowing what to do or say next. You open your mouth to speak, to say anything, but Leo beats you to it.

“You really should talk to him. You might just be surprised.” 

Your eyes widen a bit and you nibble the inside of your cheek, not quite knowing how to respond. The silence drags on for a couple more seconds before you finally get the courage to ask a question you’ve been wanting to know the answer to for a long time.

“How can I tell him without the possibility of scaring him away?”

“Well for starters, be more confident. Confessing to him while looking like a kicked puppy won’t help.” 

Oh how terrific. I ask for help, and all I get are petty insults in return. “I do not look like a kicked puppy!” You try to defend yourself, but Leo just rolls his eyes at you.

“Right my bad, you look more like a bruised banana peel.”

“You sir, are about to get smacked into next week.” 

“Leo, what are you doing here?” Both you and Leo whip you heads towards the door at the sound of Donnie’s monotone voice, and you internally wince at the thought of him hearing yours and Leo’s earlier conversation as you watch him walk towards you.

“Sorry for taking so long, Mikey wanted help with upgrading his phone, so it took a bit longer than expected. Here’s the water I promised.” Donnie hands you one of the water bottles he has in his hands, and you take it with a small thanks before twisting off the cap and taking a sip. Donnie nods at you before turning towards his brother, arms crossed and foot tapping against the ground.

“Do you need something, Nardo?”

“Nope! Just keeping Y/n company after you so rudely abandoned them.” Leo smiled cheekily at his brother as Donnie’s glare sharpened.

“I did not abandon them, I just left for a while, AND I told them where I was going.” Donnie retorted, defending himself against Leo’s abandonment claim.

You hold your water in your hands, watching the two brothers bicker was quite entertaining. Plus, they have some pretty creative insults that you want to take inspiration from whenever you get back to your classes tomorrow. You watch as Donnie starts to physically push the blue-banded turtle out, Leo sinking to the floor as he does so.

You cap your water bottle and stand up, nudging the bottle against the wall with your foot. Donnie walks back over to you, having finally gotten Leo to leave. Donnie looks at the disc in his hand, then over at the console that has the current disc in it. “Okay, we only have a couple songs left on the current disc right now, so I’m just going to switch it over to this one.” 

Donnie switches the discs and starts sorting through the songs, seemingly trying to find a specific one. “You looking for something, Dee?” You ask, walking over so you can stand beside him. Donnie glances at you and nods a bit. You nod back, and turn your attention to the projector, watching him sort through the different songs. He’s flipping through the songs quite fast, and you wonder how he can read them at all. You can barely tell what’s what, not that you really care though.  All the songs are fun, so you just shuffle over to a position where you think the projector will be able to see you clearly, and you won’t accidentally whack Donnie.

Once Donnie picks the song, he changes some settings on it, but you can’t quite tell what he did, nor what song he picked. Not like you were paying too much attention to it, but knowing what dance moves you might have to do would be a bit helpful. You shoot Donnie a quick grin, and he smiles back, both of you choosing your avatars. Donnies was a man who has short black hair and is wearing a red blazer on top of an orange shirt with a black tie, blue pants, a black belt and black shoes. Yours was a girl with shoulder-length black hair and wore an orange sleeveless dress with a pink waistband, black pantyhose, and pink heels. The dress on her was cute, and you were tempted to commission one of your friends who knew how to sew to make it for you. 

As the song starts, you follow the avatar, but hesitate a bit when you realize it’s a partner dance. Donnie grabs your hand leading you through the moves your eyes on the screen, trying to anticipate what’s happening. Donnie copies the avatars on screen, dipping you after you twirl against him. You can feel your face heating up again, and you worry about Donnie. You know he has an aversion to touch, and you really hope you aren’t making him uncomfortable. You both follow the moves, you concentrating on the screen as Donnie just glances back and forth between the avatars and you. 

You yelp when Donnie picks you up, and try your best to avoid eye contact with him. You watch his brows furrow, and you worry you hurt his ears. You try your best to immerse yourself into the music and the dance, but doing the dance with Donnie is just making you a nervous wreck.

Donnie pulls you in for another dip, a small frown on his face as he studies your face. You chuckle nervously, a bit concerned since neither of you are talking. You want to start a conversation, maybe start bantering like you normally do, but you don’t want to lose concentration on the dance. If you mess up, Donnie could mess up, which you really don’t want to happen. 

“I’m sorry.” 

The sound of Donnies voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you meet his gaze. He’s slightly pouting, and he looks genuinely upset.

“What? Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.” Your confusion was evident on your face, and Donnie sighs.

“I overheard your conversation with Leo.”

Oh.

Oh.

Your heart drops down to your feet as you realize what Donnie’s implying. He heard you discussing your crush on him with Leo. Shoot, this was probably why he chose this dance. He wants to give you a gentle rejection, trying to make you feel better with a partner dance before he rejects you. Man, this sucks. You stop paying attention to the dance, and you just end up standing facing Donnie, your head down in shame.

“Ignore it, it really doesn’t matter. I don’t want you worrying about it.” You look at everything but Donnie as you speak, the embarrassment of your crush on him being found out felt like a physical weight on your body, making you want to do nothing more than curl up in a ball and cry. Alas, there were people around, so that would have to wait.

“Ignore it?” Donnie stops in front of you and puts his hand under your chin, moving your face upwards so he can meet your eyes. “Why would I, the great Donatello, ignore the fact that I made you, the person I love, feel invisible? You mean the world to me, but I made you believe I don’t care about you. This is a tragedy, Y/n, and I will not let you leave without me making up for it in some way.” You finally meet Donnies eyes, and you see the fierce determination reflecting inside them. You wince internally, finally understanding what he is talking about. A small part of you is rejoicing that he referred to you as ‘the person I love’, but every other part is setting your mind on fire because he heard the stupid comment you made. Honestly, you would’ve preferred the rejection. 

“You don’t need to feel obligated to make me feel better Don, it was just a heat of the moment thing I said to Leo, and I didn’t mean it. I’ve just been frustrated because we don’t get to hang out as much as we used to, so I unfortunately took it out on your relationship with April because I was jealous. If you heard that part, I’m assuming you now know about my crush on you, and we both know people can get jealous over the dumbest things when they’re in love, me included.” 

“You wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t somewhat based on truth.”

“Yeah, well, the truth is stupid and my brain makes things up.” You huff out a breath of air and cross your arms. Donnie looks down at you as he contemplates what to do next.

“Sigh, while you aren’t wrong, I still feel the need to apologize to you. And give you an explanation for my avoidance of you” Donnie looks around the room for a second, his face reddening slightly before he meets your gaze once more. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while now, and I was trying to ignore it, which unfortunately led to me ignoring you. I am truly sorry for my actions, and I hope we can move past this.”

You freeze for a moment before a grin spreads across your face as you realize what he just said.

“You like me back! Hah! It isn’t a tragic story of unrequited love!” You throw your hands up in the air and do a few celebratory whoops of joy as Donnie watches you in amusement. You hear Donnie laugh and you turn to him, both of you having huge grins on your faces.

“Did you even listen to my apology?” Donnie lightly chides, his arms crossing as he gives you a playfully stern look. “I mean, it was all thought out and everything.”

“Yes, yes, great apology, wonderful execution. Almost moved me to tears, I tell you. On a more important note however, you like me! And I didn’t even have to do a cringey confession! This is the best!” You throw yourself into Donnie's arms, hugging him tightly as he tries to keep his balance.

Leo watches you both from the doorway, silently cheering as the both of you celebrate your requited love.

11.04.22

[vomit-green]

I just wanted to do a little shout out to my favorite gay people because it's PRIDE MONTH!!!! 💛💙

So yeah shout out to Will Byers and Mike Wheeler!🫶 you will forever be famous. I love you both so so much and I wish you both nothing but the best

Also I plan on doing some kind of byler art so maybe I'll get that done soon because I'm trying to be more active on my socials so yeah.

Very gay stuff right there👆 just saying

[taffyforever]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HAPPY JUNE, DUNCIES !!!! ヾ(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ )

happy summer, happy pride month, and a happy afternoon from me to you, duncies !! welcome to my BRAND NEW taffyblog !!!!!! i told yall i would do it and here i am !!!! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

as my first order of taffyblog business, i encourage you to look around the site ! i havent edited tumblr html in ages so it was super fun going back to my roots for this project ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ you may notice a... new face in that header..... i didnt want to go thru the effort of creating 2 headers for when i redebut, so congrats ! you get a sneak peek at some new art for the new design ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

i need to make a dedicated tweet for it, but my comms are very open rn !! if you're looking for a last minute summer outfit, or a very early winter outfit, i'm your gal ! of course my strengths lie in gyaru and similar fashions, but ive done anywhere between elegant seamstress to gothic vampire. send an ask here or dm on twitter/discord if you'd like to comm me or discuss any other services (illust, reactive png, etc) (๑>ᴗ<๑)ぐ〜♡

aight, business out of the way. how have you been, duncies ? (seriously, send me an ask and let me know !) i miss yall a lot, but i know im making the right decision being on hiatus. there's been some recent developments in my life that are making things a lot nicer for me, so i'm doing very well as of late. my physical health is pretty good ! isnt it crazy how when you take medication it makes u feel better lol. i am scared for the summer, as last year's heat wave was a major factor in me getting as sick as i did. i do have air conditioning now ! so hopefully things will be a lot easier. my mental health is also better, though i still need to take many steps in ensuring the best for myself. like, im good now, but im not set forever just yet. we work hard one day at a time 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

ultrakill news: i've spent a loooottttt of free time cybergrinding......... like i might just guerilla soon because ive gotten much better since last you've seen. marksman my beloved im coinpilled now <3 i also got a p rank in clair de lune ! (haven't bothered to try the other levels yet i love cybergrind too much)

i have no geoguessr news that game is still as ass as ever </3 still love her tho (✿˶•ᵕ•)♡(• ᵕ •˶)

redebut is still set for august 25th ! very very excited to come back more cracked than ever ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ if you'd like to support me until then, follow my twitch if you havent yet ! you can also support me financially (IF YOU ARE IN A GOOD SPACE TO DO SO) by commissioning me or sending me a gift from my throne ! i am reworking my tipping page, so tips/donos are currently unavailable. i would heavily appreciate anything, but it is in no way necessary. you reading this and supporting me is enough <3 o(⸝⸝✦ᗜ✦⸝⸝)☆

thank you duncies for everything !!!! ⋆˚✿˖° i'll be updating this blog every so often before my redebut to keep yall posted on anything cool in my life. i really appreciate all of you for being here for me. i'm very excited for my return ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) !!!!!!! ♡ ༘*. stay tuned on twitter for some rebrand changes (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)ಇ

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BE KIND TO OTHERS KEEP IT P.L.U.R. ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

[mcalhenwrites]

Okay, making a post of queer media and artists and authors. This list isn't by any means meant to be complete. It's just me trying to boost some voices and artists. Contributions are welcome! (What really isn't welcome, however, is "well I hate that/hate the creator and you should too" type commentary.)

Yuhki Kamatani (mangaka, noteable works include Nabari No Ou, Shonen Note, and Our Dreams at Dusk: Shimanami Tasogare) F. T. Lukens (author of In Deeper Waters, Spell Bound, So This is Ever After) Nghi Vo (author of Siren Queen, Singing Hills Cycle series, and more) Adam Silvera (author of They Both Die at the End, The First to Die at the End, and others) While I have not played it (I bought it this year but haven't had time), the game Celeste The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen aka Trungles (artist who posts fantastic art pretty frequently and also has a tarot card set!) My friend Soren takes commissions and has a ko-fi. Samples provided on both links. Kosoko Jackson (author of I'm So Not Over You and I think he has another book coming out soon or I've possibly also just missed it?!) Rin Chupeco (author of The Sacrifice, The Bone Witch series, The Never-Tilting World series, and so much more) Shawn David Hutchinson (author of Before We Disappear, but apparently he has several queer books, that's just the one I've read) One of my friends contributed to making this visual novel (I hope it's okay to post this!) Xiran Jay Zhao is both an author (Iron Widow is fantastic) and has their own youtube channel (and I think there's a ko-fi link from there) I could add so much more, but I'd be here a while and I really need to get some things done IRL so I'll end here (plus tumblr will have a fit if this gets too long). I know I have a hard time boosting my own work so it might not help that I'm trying to boost others, but... damn, it's pride month. Even if I do this year-round lol

[technecat]

I haven't been posting much because (1) the school year just ended and (2) we're in the process of selling our house and moving! And I'm SO. TIRED. 🥹

Thankfully, I've already scored a new teaching job up there so I'll be teaching Digital Design and Communication Design! Teaching animation was fun, but I actually enjoy doing graphic design and I can knock out assignments in hours instead of, like, days, lol.

Anyway, be on the lookout for some art soon! I'm trying to get a few things done for Pride Month. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[mrpenguinpants]

Spider’s Thread [Reverse AU]

Possessive Red Xiao x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Commissioned for: @profoundwitchsalad

Art Credit: @ruoyeahs

Warning: Unhealthy relationships.

Prompt:

“You’ve ruined my life because I have a warped idea of what love is and I can’t live without you. But now you’re trying to leave me and I won’t allow that. You left me alive. You have a duty to live for me and by me. I’m not letting you go.”

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ] [ Fainting ]

Link to original posts:  [Red! Xiao.] [Reverse AU]

[Masterlist]

Alatus was once told a story by his Master. A sinner who falls into hell is rewarded for his only good deed, choosing not to kill a spider. As his reward, a thread is lowered down for him to climb out of Hell. In the end, the sinner remains in Hell because he kicks aside others and the thread breaks. Alatus doesn't remember why his Master told him this story but he still empathizes with the sinner. He would have done the same or asked for this 'saviour' to extend their hand down instead. That way he could pull them down.

"Xiao? Are you okay?"

He slowly opens his jade eyes to see you hunch over, peering down above him, eyebrows furrowed together in concern as you reach down and softly tap his temple. He allows you to take a moment to do whatever you want with his face before he reaches up to grasp at your wrist gently, holding back on his want to rub circles into your skin. His reminiscing can wait for now.

"What is it?" he asks curtly, sitting up and resting his elbow on his raised knee. You pout at his curt tone but shrug it off as you take a seat next to him and lean your shoulder against his. You dig into your bag and pull out slips of commission papers and hand it over to him to read through what needed to be done today. A few Hilichurl camps needed to be taken care of, sabotaging a slime balloon, all tasks that seem mundane to someone who fought in a war. As he's preoccupied, you take a moment to look at Xiao's face. He's just the slightest bit unnerved whenever you do this because you always seem to know what's bothering someone.

"Were you dreaming of her again?" you ask quietly. The silence is a good enough answer but you nod understandingly. You never knew his Master personally but you did fight a long strenuous battle against her. From one look you could tell she was a manipulative and cruel woman. While it may not be very kind to say, you were glad that with her passing, Xiao would be free from her physically. But mentally...there were still some things to work out. But Xiao was a very reclusive person, especially with his emotions, so pushing him any further would only make him irritated and closed off.

"Venti and Zhongli are joining our party for a bit if that’s alright. They'll help out a lot with our commissions and travelling. I like Liyue a lot but climbing mountains stresses my shoulders out," you laugh as you change the subject to something less depressing. Standing up as you dust your clothes off before turning to Xiao and holding your hand out for him to take. He stares at it hard for a few moments before huffing and reaching over to clasp your hands together.

It has been so frustratingly peaceful since the war ended. He's not used to it and he can still feel the lick of cutting winds and the heavy pressure of rocks against his body when he sees the bard and funeral parlor consultant just on the horizon. If it were up to him, he wouldn't play nice with these two Archons but they're important to you so he bites his tongue until he tastes blood. He knows the Archons do the same. As soon as the two of them spot you both, Venti is already rushing and tackling you to the ground in his excitement.

"Traveler! I haven't seen you in ages. You need to come and visit Mondstadt more," Venti cried into your shoulder as you awkwardly patted him on his back. Always with the dramatics but you cared about Venti all the same. Xiao scoffed before flicking his jade eyes to meet gold as Zhongli stared down at him cautiously. Since the war ended, everyone seemed to have this warped idea that Alatus had some vendetta against the Gods and Celestia but he was fighting because he was told to.

"Xiao. It's good to see you again," Zhongli said to him. Xiao just nodded in acknowledgement. Even with this new mortal form, Morax never bothered to change his eyes. His gaze alone held the weight of the mountains he had thrown. If Xiao hadn’t been under one of them before, he might have crumbled under the pressure.

"Alright alright, Venti. I promise I'll drop by sometime this month but we still have commissions to do!" you laugh as you haul the bard onto his feet and swat his cape down from the speckles of dirt. He grins cheekily at you, linking pinkies with you to seal your promise, before suddenly lighting up as if he just remembered something.

"Actually! Before we start anything, I need to speak to Mr. Zhongli and Xiao. Super important archon things, you know?" Venti nodded to himself as the two mentioned people stared at him with varying levels of confusion. But Venti just waved their worries off and linked his arms with both men as he dragged them off to a more secluded corner with a surprising amount of strength, “We’ll be right back!”

"Do what you need to do but don't take too long," you called after the trio as you trailed off to the side, messing with your bag of commission papers and gear. Xiao hated that. He knows that these two Archons are your...friends.. but shouldn't you be a bit more cautious? Just because they have mortal forms doesn’t make them human, it doesn’t make him human either.

"Hey, there's no need to look so scary. There really is something important I wanted to talk to the two of you about," Venti speaks up as soon as you're out of earshot. It still gives Xiao whiplash whenever he drops the persona and switches back to Barbatos. "Since Morax is the only Archon I trust with this information and, while I don't trust you one bit, you're the one that's with her all the time you should also know. She's ascending to Celestia."

Barbatos gauges both of their reactions. Morax seems visibly surprised, his eyes slightly widened a fraction, while Xiao has no idea what that means. His Master didn’t exactly give him a history lesson on Celestia or Archons, just pointed to who was his enemy and dealt punishments when he failed.

"And what the hell does that mean?" Xiao asks as he crosses his arms. Venti appears for a second as the bard pouts before continuing.

"It's like I said. A mortal who performs great, heroic feats can ascend to Celestia and achieve godhood. Where they will watch over their people from above. I've only seen this once before so it took me a while to recognize the signs. But 1000 years ago, I helped a woman named Vennessa with her ascension and with the traveler's recent actions with winning the war. Well, you don't need me to explain the rest," Barbatos finishes. Zhongli simply hums as he cups his chin and absorbs what's just been heard. He doesn’t seem troubled by the news at all.

"Have you told her about this?" Zhongli questions as he looks towards the direction that you left. Venti shakes his head. “That would mean that she would vanish from this world."

“I know she loves this world. Whether she wishes to ascend or not isn’t my choice but I want her to continue her travels with that beloved smile on her face. But if she does choose to ascend, she will need our help," Venti stares at the two of them in a mix of pride, sadness, and determination. "Can I count on you two for your help?"

It's a complete white noise in Xiao's ears as his surroundings fade out. He thinks he can see Zhongli nod to Venti wishes, the ever calm smile on his face to match the cheery grin on Venti’s. What, now you want to become a God? Leave this world behind? That’s not funny. You made him give up everything. While in your eyes, your blinded hero syndrome, you think you've liberated him from a soulless conquest but he still has nothing. You still took everything away from him and your only compensation was to have him by your side until he left himself. But now you want to leave without a warning? That’s not fair. You don’t get to take back what you owe. He won't allow you to leave him behind.

“Did something happen? Did Venti say something unnecessary again?” you ask out of the blue. Zhongli and Venti had returned to their respective regions once your commissions were all finished. Since the three of them disappeared to talk Archon business, Xiao had seemed even more tense and aloof than usual. As if he was out of it? You knew that everyone was still suspicious of Xiao and they were angsty to leave you alone with him, but you knew Xiao would never do anything to hurt you. When he doesn't answer, you slowly reach over and you subtly nudge his head up onto your lap and look at him curiously. Before reaching down and cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch before turning his face into your palm and leaving a soft kiss. It makes you giggle at the ticklish feeling as you look at him so softly. It annoys him.

"You were never connected to the war and yet you fought against us anyways. Even when I killed so many people, why did you choose to spare me?" he asked as you blinked at him before giving it some serious thought. He went on a rampage and almost destroyed the world. It was fun. He doesn't have any regrets at all because he hated humanity. His own Master was human after all. But then you appeared and stopped him. A random outsider that wanted to play the hero. He thought it was cute. Perhaps he had underestimated the lengths someone would go to to save the world they loved but when he fell defeated at your feet. He said that this wouldn't change a single thing. He would still scorn humanity and what they did to him. He was so sure he would die there but you chose to extend your hand down to him instead despite what your companions felt. Even when the war ended and he had nowhere else to go, you offered him to travel with you. Nothing changed about his mentality, every person that chose to talk to him was quickly scared away with piercing eyes. Every conversation started would end in silence. Every touch would be met by the tip of his spear. But you would link your hands together with his and smile brightly, and he would always end up forgetting his trauma for a moment. You’ve... become precious to him.

"I love this world and everyone in it. You are a part of that world even if you tried to destroy it. It...didn't seem fair to leave you behind when you've suffered just as much," you finish but it only seemed to spark a wave of deep anger inside of Xiao. He quickly lurched up, almost knocking your forehead with his, before grabbing the scruff of your shirt collar and yanking you forward.

"Cut it out with that "love of everything" crap. It's revolting. So you're saying the people I killed weren't worth avenging? Do you think I'm so weak that I need protection? It's one thing to try and please everyone but at least have some awareness would you?" he snarled as he pushed you to the ground. He knew he was being harsh on you and you had every right to walk out and abandon him but you didn't. Of course, you wouldn't. You needed him as much as he needed you. You just reached over and tenderly reached your hand and placed it next to his. Damn it, why is he always the one stuck worrying about you.

"Then you want to protect me, right? Then don't break your promise. You left me alive which means you have a duty to live for me," he takes your hand in his and squeezes hard. Digging his nails into your own until crescents appear and tiny specks of blood appear so you know he's serious. He doesn't care how you interpret his words, just so long as you never leave him.

"Don't die on me, Hero."

It's been a few hours since the conversation so it's pitch black outside but Xiao was never one to sleep. Even if he could, his mind is too loud to fall asleep too. He's startled when you melt against him fully asleep. Honey smooth as you curl up to his warmth and cling to him like moss to a rock. He can feel his cheeks start to flush as his heart begins to pound against his chest. He can't breathe as his world is filtered through each beat that drums against his ears. He's not sure if there's actually something wrong with him or if it's just been a while since someone got so close and his instincts haven't left.

He's just realized it. He's feeling pain. The feeling in his chest is black but he can't claw it away. It's strange in a way that he can't explain it, that he's never felt before, that he's never felt the need to experience. His life had been warped by battle and a constant push to submit to his Master. They are all things he knows but the gentle words that come from your mouth, the bright eyes that hold the world, the horrible ice-hot feeling inside of him is so foreign yet too easy. He doesn't like it.

It makes him feel...clean in a way. Enlightened perhaps? His Master is long gone and it's like you said. He's free now. Free to make his own decisions and live his life how he wants to. He carefully turns over so as to not startle you away as he really looks at you. You look so peaceful in his arms, eyelids shut without worry, face slack without nightmares, breathing so softly against him. If you weren't so close to him that he couldn't feel the rise of your chest, he wonders if he would think you were dead. He stares at the lock of hair swaying back and forth with each breath like a starved man. The strange feeling doesn't stop. He hates it. It's everything that goes against him and what he knows and everything he should want. He's supposed to be the villain in your story, he should kill you right now-

"Xiao..." he hears you mumble beside him as you lean further into his arm. Damn it. How low is he going to go?

“What are you thinking about now? You just need to think about me. Don’t think about anything else...but me” Xiao sighs before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him until you're snug against his chest. Close to him, where he can touch you, where you belong. Not with Morax or Barbatos. Not with humans but beside him. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head into your hair and he stares off into the distance. The feeling never leaves him for the remainder of the night.

"Ah! There you are. I was running around crazy looking for you," he turns his hair to see your flushed form pulling yourself up onto the mountain cliff, "When I woke up I couldn’t find you anywhere! You gave me a scare there."

He hates you. He hates you.

Words of his previous master ring in his ears, almost as if her very soul is wrapping around him as she whispers in his ear how weak he is. Ones with power that refuse to take what they want because they rather live in the comfort of nothing. Be greedier, take what belongs to you.

"Xiao?" you say as his piercing eyes stare directly through you. His Master always told him that she loved him. Even if he hated her he still clung to that false love. Of being wanted. Isn't love for a single person vile? Would feeling such emotions for one person instead of "everyone" bring you down to reality? It's not fair that you've crawled your way into his heart while you walk along in bliss. Now that he thinks about it. It was so simple. He just needs to monopolize your thoughts and love. This time it won't be as friends.

"I love you."

He'll pull you down to where he is. You extended your hand down to hell so it's your fault. He'll drag you down kicking and screaming if he has to. You left him alive. You have to live for him and by him. He's not letting go.

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[erensrag]

bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him  of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

[moonofiron]

I saw this one panel in the manga and lost my shit.

He looks so 🥵 here. This is the panel that has inspired this smutty fanfic. I also wanted to draw something related to this piece so I've thrown in an illustration between the story as well! Enjoy!

Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 78

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Geto Suguru x (fem)reader

Genre: smut, bondage, kinbaku, edging, overstimulation, explicit sexual content, visual content thrown in too 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Geto shows you his skills at kinbaku

Word count: 2.4K ~

Minors, dni.

Geto Suguru ties the last knot near your ankle. You whimper from the rope chaffing your skin but ease into the burn and position yourself the way Geto wants.

It has taken months for you to get to this point. 8 months back you had casually asked him where he disappears to for hours at end every Saturday. You couldn't hold it in and he couldn't bring himself to lie to you.

"I..I practice kinbaku love. It's to destress, really."

//

"Oh, what's that?"

"Umm, it's the art of tying knots. It's derived from the act of tying prisoners during the war but now it's a...a form of art."

"I see." After a moment's pause, you had asked, "So what do you tie knots with?"

"Three strand jute ropes. On manequins."

You didn't really get it and had pouted slightly.

To break the awkward silence, you had asked him, "Will you show me sometime, Suguru?"

His face had clouded and he had looked the other way. "Maybe. Maybe, someday I will."

//

"There, all done," says Suguru joyfully. He puts his hand under your chin and pulls your face up so you can look at yourself, his artwork, in the large mirror in front of you.

You gasp at how helpless you look. You're naked and your hair is tied up neatly in a bun. Suguru did your hair earlier and decorated it with the delicate pin he bought for you on your second date. You're pretty much bent into a ball and perched on the futon you both have fucked on on so many nights that you've lost count now. Your hands are tightly tied behind your back and your ankles are tied to your thighs. The knots go down from your neck all the way down to your clit and then climb up your spine. Your breasts perk up from the pressure around them. The knots are elegant and look complicated, and you can see your cunt swelling from the pressure of the tight ropes around your inner thighs.

Please do not repost or plagiarize.

Years of practicing kinbaku has rendered him into a master of this art that he's extremely private about. His passion leaks in the way his long fingers tackle the ropes around your body, almost as if he's making love to them.

You meet his eyes in the mirror and see him looking right back at you as he bites his soft lips. His eyes are dreamy and lustful, and he wears a look of pride that pushes all the buttons for you.

He takes out a small black ball from his kimono's left sleeve and your eyes widen. He walks around and sits in front of you so his face is inches away from yours.

"Open your mouth, love," he whispers.

You do as he says without even giving it a second thought. He pushes the ball-gag in your mouth gently and you close your eyes as you envelope it with your wet mouth. He moves closer so your nose buries into his chest as he clamps the ball-gag strap at the back of your head. When done, he sits back and strokes a finger across your jaw.

“I'll be back in sometime, baby. Be good. I'll be watching." He winks and kisses the ball in your mouth gently, his gaze never leaving yours. A soft gasp escapes his lips. And then, just like that, he's gone.

You panic. 'What? I thought he'll just be showing me how it's done. What does he mean he'll be back in sometime? When? How long?' you think. A flash of fear makes your stomach drop. But then you calm down.

The first few minutes are easy. You spend them admiring how beautiful you look, how lovely Suguru has made you. But, after a while you get bored and start looking around. There's nothing to do except wait for Suguru to come back. Perhaps he ran out of ropes. The thought excites you but you don't know how long he'll take. You don't know if he's locked the door. There's no way to tell how much time has passed. All you know is that there's a warmth spreading in your stomach from the anticipation of his arrival. You try to bend down to take a peek at your cunt and see that you've formed a small pool of wetness on the futon. And, you notice a strange little cube embedded in the knot on top of your clit. You instinctively reach with your hands for your clit forgetting you can't and let out a small moan as the ropes dig into your wrists. You look back at yourself in the mirror. You notice the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead and that your nipples are plump and hard. You look around frantically before you give up and enter a kind of peace that you've never known before. You look up at the ceiling, close your eyes, and hear yourself make a gurgling noise. The small cube has suddenly come alive and is vibrating against your clit, making you squirm and lose balance. Your entire body jerks and shivers as you moan out Suguru's name unintelligibly, the ball-gag stopping you from forming coherent sentences. You feel a wave of pleasure coming and then, just as suddenly as the cube had come alive, it dies, leaving you on the edge, helpless and slick and frustrated from being denied release.

//

Geto Suguru absolutely can not wait to get back home to you. He watches you through a curse, a little eyeball, he's placed in the corner of his room. He struggles to keep still and loses patience in all his meetings. He wants them to get over as soon as possible so he can focus on you. He finishes mission reports and some pending tasks as he watches you struggling and squirming, wet and waiting. His cock twitches at the absolutely stunning sight of you, wriggling on the floor, helpless and vulnerable.

//

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You don't know how many hours it has been. All you know is that it's the 12th time that the small cube has come alive and you can't take it anymore. The threads of the ropes are wet and cold, the futon is completely ruined, you're hot and extremely bothered. Your thighs are sticky and slick. You need to cum. You can't take the teasing, the absolute relentlessness of this thing that's refusing to let you cum. You're not in an elegant stance anymore, either. Suguru, without even being here with you, has made you fall face-first into the futon, your back arched so your hips are in the air. You're uncomfortable and all you can think about is Getou's cock buried deep inside your throbbing cunt. Your hair has almost come undone and strands stick to your breasts. Your jaw aches and your neck and chin are covered in drool. You're focused on your release. You'll definitely get there before this damned thing shuts off again. But, you know that's wishful thinking.

'This is getting out of hand,' you think as you feel tears dripping down your flushed cheeks. You try to get a sense of balance but you're so disoriented that you can't think anymore. You breathe heavily and are about to close your eyes when you hear the low buzz of the vibrator again. You're grunt and moan and your entire body buckles again and again. In all your frenzy, you don't realise when Getou comes back and quietly sits on the floor behind you.

When the vibrator stops, you scream an unintelligible, "No, please!!" and drop face-first on the futon again. Your laboured breath makes it hard to concentrate on anything. When you finally calm down, you feel his presence. You look back and see his kimono loosly wrapped around his waist, the sleeves are halfway off his shoulders as he gently strokes his cock, already rock-hard and glistening. He watches you intently. You let out a sigh of relief and arch your back to let him know he can use you anytime. Amused and greedy at once, he pulls you to himself, and unclamps the ball gag. He shoves his cock in your mouth, grabs your hair, and maneuvers your head just the way you like it. He moans and grunts out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He's extremely vocal today and this is new.

He suddenly stops and kisses your mouth hard.

“Such a pretty babe today. Eh? You look stunning.”

"Su..Suguru, pl..please fuck me. Please. Please. Please." You break down, you can't bring yourself to speak coherently. You start to lower your head so you can taste his cock - anything to have him inside you - but he pulls your hair hard and stops you.

He pushes you back and makes you lie down. He carefully unties only the knots near your inner thighs. His cool fingers give you shivers. He cups your nipples with his mouth and licks, nibbles, and bites his way down to your clit.

“Who are you so fucking wet for?”

“Suguru! You!”

“Yeah?"

“Uhun, please, just please, take me already."

“Yeah? How?"

“Suguru, I am begging you. I cant-"

Getou comes back up in a flash. He squeezes your face with his hand and roars, “I asked, how?"

You're crying again and he can't stop thinking how gorgeous you look, sweaty and flushed, begging for his cock.

You take a sharp intake of breath and say, “Getou I want you.”

He raises his eyebrows but doesn't let your face go.

“I want you inside me, I want your cock inside me. I'm throbbing and dripping and so ready for you. Just for you. For you to use and love and fuck. Please Daddy." you say, in a trembling voice.

Suguru lets go of your face and removes his kimono. He's naked underneath. He can't believe he gets to ruin a goddess like you. He starts to lightly flutter his tongue across your swollen clit. You're trembling and it doesn't take long for your whimpering to turn into screaming. You're so close to cumming, finally! Your eyes roll back as you feel his long and thin tongue lapping up your wetness. He licks it like a fucking dog before kissing it sweetly and moves back, leaving you on the edge again and you have such a violent reaction that he lets out a strong grunt.

You've never felt so helpless before. You realise that he's enjoying himself a bit too much seeing you struggle, at your body so bent before him. You're sobbing now, and he hovers over you.

“You're making me lose it with all this begging and squirming, baby," he whispers and thrusts into you in one deep stroke. You immediately bite his neck hard and moan deep into it. Clenching around his cock hard, you take in as much of him as you can. His touch on your arms and lower back is electrifying but he soon holds the ropes around you for leverage. He moves in a quick pace and it doesn't take you long to gush around him, giving him a cumsleeve that he bends down to look at. Your release is so so sweet, your toes are curled, your calves are flexed, your back is arched, and your teeth have left Suguru's neck with spots of blood.

“Please...do..don't stop, Daddy,”

“I won't baby, you've been so good. We've got all night.”

“Night?! How long were ...uhh..were you gone?” You pant.

“6 hours."

Suguru looks at himself moving in and out of your plump cunt as his long hair tickles your breasts. It makes his cock twitch and harder inside of you. He pushes your knees back and the ropes dig into your lower back. He grabs your hair and bends your head to your stomach.

“Look at me moving in and out of you.”

The sight turns you on even more. You didn't know that getting so hot amd bothered was even possible. It seems like you've been cumming for a while now and you're overstimulated.

Suguru pulls out. You gasp and your head rolls back. He turns you around and spends a moment to admire his rope-work, and, of course, your plump and throbbing slick cunt that he's going to fuck again.

“Look at how gorgeous you are," he gently holds your chin and pulls it up. You can see yourself, your face is flushed a deep red and you're bruised everywhere. Suguru towers behind you, holding his cock that's glistening with your cum. You can't believe how good he makes you feel. You wiggle your hips at him, inviting him.

He positions his cock to enter you but starts to rub it on your clit instead. Sensitive from all the edging before, your clit blooms from the rubbing and the warmth. You moan.

"Fuck, I love how noisy your cunt gets."

“Oh, oh, please don't stop. Let me cum all over your cock again."

Suguru bites his lip and doesn't take his eyes off you in the mirror. He can't help but admire how sexy you sound and look. He continues to rub his cock slow but hard against you and you collapse on the futon again, cumming. You've squirted all over the base of his cock and stomach and your screams are drown out everything else.

”Such a good girl. Cumming all over Daddy like that."

He thrusts his cock inside of your swollen cunt and continues to move inside you for what seems like an eternity.

"Daddy's gonna paint you so pretty, love," he whispers as he pulls out, grunts, and cums all over your back, on the ropes, in your hair.

He collapses on your side and looks up at the ceiling and then at you. He's out of breath as he gently plays with his drained cock.

You're completely spent and about to pass out when you feel him untying all the knots quickly. His face is tinted with concern. When you're finally free from the ropes, he tries to massage you lightly and helps you lie down properly. He brings you a bottle of water right away and kisses your forehead.

“I'll run you bath, princess. And then I'll get you something to eat. Okay?"

"Hmm," is all you can manage.

You hear the bath running and he comes back, picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. He bathes you and shampoos your hair, kissing you everywhere with sweet pecks. When you're both finally in bed, you snuggle up close to him and dare to ask -

"When will you tie me up next?"

[westiec]

June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

~

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

~

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

[ghoulishhusband]

I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u

Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?

Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter

CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!

read the under cut owo

Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????

So

I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol

First up is my asshole,

Giodine

they/them (preferred)

god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)

ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.

(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)

If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.

Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.

Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]

I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.

See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.

Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be. 

Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.

(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.

Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!

This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.

I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉

But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...

Sam (Samuel)

He/him

ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.

Sam, Sam, Samuel.

If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell

Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.

If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.

The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.

Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.

Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.

And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!

Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine. 

Purgatory

She/her

ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it.  Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side. 

(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)

Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now. 

And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.

Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right? 

~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~ 

My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo

~Idea section over uwu~

Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this: 

She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep. 

The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control. 

Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding. 

I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain. 

Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.

And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!

I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband​ or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]

ok!! ty!! ily!!

[lbat1901]

Rantception S1•E1 - princeofmints exposed | ft. TatSquirp

(I am about a month late on posting this here)

Welcome to the first episode of my brand new series titled Rantception where I talk about a topic or some unfortunate soul who became a total jerk as of recently. I am starting this series off by talking about the user by the name of princeofmints.

princeofmints is apart of the Eddsworld community and they are apart of the official EW Amino, Tumblr, and Instagram. Unfortunately princeofmints is in some hot water right now.

Oh and before I get to that, I just want to make this clear, the princeofmints that I am referring to isn't the one who made tomtord p*rn. This princeofmints is actually accused of tracing and being a total d*ck.

Also they got banned from Amino, but they are still going strong on both Tumblr and Instagram.

One more thing: don't harass them. Instead I want you to stop supporting them. Don't not praise them.

With that out the way, let's get into the news.

I unfortunately didn't know any of this drama that happened till seeing callout posts about it. But I used to like princeofmints's posts until what happened recently.

I decided to to take a look at their wall after seeing a few callout posts on them before they got taken down.

Annnnnd yeah.....they are such an arsehole. Just...just look at these screenshots....

(the third one is my favorite in terms of arsehole energy that's being radiated from it)

I'll be honest with you, the third is the one that show the bitterness of princeofmints. Trying to guilt trip you. I'm sorry to say this, but it's not working. Nice try.

Now I'll handing the rest of this over to the one and only Squirp/TatSquirp who've agreed to be on the show and I certainly didn't kidnap them.

Squirp: ...Why am I here? Why am I tied u-

Lbat1901(me): Shhhh! Just give the audience your side on this

Squirp: Ok, fine...*clears throat*....so a week ago, I've made a callout post exposing princeofmints titled "Dethroning a Prince". It took me awhile to everything and not too soon after posting it on Animo, I've also posted it on Instagram.

Oh boy...it got taken down. No actually I got told by a model on Animo to take it down which I did while on Instagram it got flagged for harassment. I eventually reposted it.

princeofmints (or what I like to call her, Prince) is a 15 year old artist who mostly draws Tom, Tord, and the ship TomTord. She was on the EW Amino since January 13th of this year before getting banned. S

Alright with that out of the way, I'll try to make this brief

She also has been known to cause quite the trouble.

I have been caught up to speed on what Prince has done even learning th as t she had actually scammed someone.

I believe that Lbat told you this already, but Prince's name was stolen by someone who has the same name, but let's dwell on this.

Part 1 - Tracing:

Squirp: Ok so, a few days ago some of my friends and I looked at one of Prince's art and discovered that it was traced from an already existing drawing made by P-Nim. Of course Prince denied this and claimed that it was her own art.

Ok I'll make this clear, Prince didn't draw it for a DTIYS. If Prince didn't trace it then she shouldn't be claiming it as her own.

Also if you want to compare posts or have a look for yourself, you can't cause she deleted it. So much for being reasonable which goes into this next part....

Part 2 - Blocking those who've cornered you for being unreasonable:

Squirp: Oh yes, just like TBATF, Prince also blocks people for calling her out. Unlike TBATF who only block people for giving them criticism and calling them out on their behavior, Prince blocks people for many reasons.

One of them being totally unreasonable. She blocked one of my friends who called her out for tracing. Prince even deleted several comments when trying to defend herself for being called out before deciding to hit the block button.

She even blocked me after I tried to call her out on her wall. I did PM her a few days later about and guess what her response was. The reason why she blocked me was because she didn't like me.

My god....that has to be most stupidest as all hell reason to block someone and folks, we're on the second part on this and things are already getting heated.

Part 3 - Being a b*ch isn't all that cool:

Squirp: Hold on a minute, why is b*ch censored?

(Editor: that's because it's Lbat's show and I am meant to help with anything that Lbat puts out for everyone to see)

Squirp: Yeah, but why? Who cares anyway?

(Editor: well you're probably have a point, but it's my job. Now are you going to continue to argue or are you going to keep going with your side of the story?)

Squirp: I am...geez! I've never meant an editor that's who picky. This isn't YouTube with the whole COPPA thing you know.

Anyway..... pt 3....Prince has to be one of the biggest d*cks that I have ever talked to and- oh my god, why would you censor the word- forget it. Forget it...

Erm...yeah....she cursed at some many people that it's just mindboggling. She's not the most pleasant person to talk to on Amino or anywhere else.

Before you say that she probably has some mental health issues, don't even bother. Well I know she does has some issues, but it doesn't give her the excuse to not be a total d*ck. People who do have issues are at least well spoken and are respectful to others.

But Prince on the other hand, not a freaking single chance.

Part 4 - Stop acting sad:

Squirp: You're probably thinking to yourself, "Wow, Prince is a jerk" and you'd be right. But to make matters worse, she likes to guilt trip people.

How? Well she tries to make you feel sorry for her by giving you a sad sad tale before deciding to cuss you out.

That's right, it's pretty low for her. I don't need to explain why this is bad just because it is. It's really scummy especially when she's in the wrong here. Next!

Part 5 - Don't let Prince do commissions. EVER:

Oh yeah, she actually did this. I did found the person who got scammed and they are a person known as BadBoy.

You see BadBoy commissioned Prince to do a drawing for 92 coins. Unfortunately for BadBoy, Prince said that the price was actually lower than that. But it gets much much worse than that.

Prince got wicked with them and refused to give other pieces of art to BadBoy. Eventually BadBoy had enough and asked for a refund. That's when things started to escalate really fast.

Prince told BadBoy to piss off. After a long battle, Prince gave BadBoy 72 coins back when BadBoy asked for a full refund.

Squirp: I have been saving this part for last and it gave me a reason to make a callout on Prince in the first place. She literally scammed someone over 72 coins.

In summary, Prince just stole BadBoy's money and was a total d*ck towards them.

And that should do it for now, but I one final message to Prince. If you're reading this now while getting harassed for being callout for your crap: none of this, and I stress this a lot, none of this wouldn't have happened if you were to just act a tad bit kinder and a whole bit wiser.

Oh and maybe if you would've just listened. Also running away from your problems, lying, and pretending that they didn't happen makes you look like the bad guy here.

You know, I wouldn't mind you being on Animo at all if you just shallow your pride and try to do better by apologizing to everyone.

I didn't mean to make my callout post to hurt you in a way. In fact, I still believe that you can change. But atlas, your problems need to be addressed to make that happen.

All you need to do is try. That's it. That's all I ask for.

Lbat1901(me): *claps* Nicely done, Squirp. Nicely done.

Squirp: Thanks Lbat. It's been a pleasure being on here. Now can I go home now?

Lbat1901(me): Uhh.....*walks away from Squirp and walks out of the room before shutting the door*

Squirp: Lbat? Uh Lbat? Lbat? This isn't funny! Untie me! Hey cameraman, you're still here. Untie me, please

Camraman: *shrugs before shaking their head*

Squirp: What do you mean no? Ugh!

{screen cuts to Lbat sitting in a chair}

Lbat1901(me): Well that's the end of the first episode of Rantception. I want to thank TatSquirp for coming on and helping me out. Please check them out on the EW Amino and possibly their Instagram as well while you're at it.

[loladelores]

Pintando mi corazon with @MindYourPanties

Boston:

-Adjusting my lens, I finally bring the camera up to snap a few pictures of @LaLolaDelores before we begin.- You about ready, Skirt? -I had been promising this night out for months and with a little niece, or nephew, on the way, the news that I would have to leave soon didn't come without its challenges. The problem was that Chile was not my home and it had been yours. I knew when I had arrived all those months ago it was suppose to be temporary. A mission to bring an old family friend home quickly turned when the trip led me to you. I sought out to see if the tales were true and what I hadn't planned on was the instant connection that came to pass between us. My desire to seek out the truth left me with a flame that burned brighter than a flicker the more I was around you too. So when Memphis called to let me know they were expecting, and asked when they could be expecting me, the pang I felt in my gut wasn't indigestion. I was going to have to leave and I wasn't sure if you would come with me or not.- Do you remember all the places you wanted to hit first? -I had the camera sure but that wasn't the only thing I was bringing. The bag was sitting right by the door and as I lowered the camera with a crooked grin, I walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your neck, waiting to see if you were still game or not.- We don't have to do this, Skirt.

Lola:

::I wasn’t used to the kind of attention you gave me. Usually any attention I got was negative. Even before. It was that reason that I was sure those pictures you just snapped of me were going to be full of shy smiles and a side of me that nobody in town had seen since I was a young girl.

There was something off about you since the last call with your brother. And I had a feeling I knew what it was. The idea of you leaving me speared right through my gut and made my limbs feel weak. But I tried my best to push those ugly thoughts away every time they cropped back up. And that kiss you just placed to my neck helped me to do that even better as I suddenly was second guessing our plans to paint the town. Not because I was afraid. I cared not what anyone thought or did. I could handle myself. But now, my mind was my mind was drifting to more private time with you.

I was just about to drag you toward the bedroom when you said the magic words. “We don’t have to do this, skirt.” I’m sure you didn’t mean them as a challenge. But my pride took them as just that. With a smirk, I locked my gaze with yours as I spoke:: I have been ready for this for longer than you know.

Boston:

Yeah? -That grin grew wider when you started to pull me to the room. Knowing exactly where your mind was headed, our bodies didn't put up much of a fight to catch up.- Only if you're sure, Skirt. -We both knew you were by that glint in your eye, the sheer determination to get at least one up was making the wheels turn upstairs and I chuckled low, raising my hand so I could caress your cheek.- I'll carry the bag if you lead the way. I'll be on lookout duty too. -I was sweetening the deal the closer we got to the front door, and as I paused to pick up the bag, I could sense something was amiss but I didn't press, not until we were outside under the moonlight with your apartment locked up. The pavement wet under our feet from the light rain we had gotten midday.- Do you trust me, Lola? That I would never hurt you?

Lola:

::I knew exactly where we were going first. And I was already envisioning what I was going to paint there. I had spent many days just aimlessly wandering the streets which meant I knew all the best spots. As the lock clicked into place, I turned toward the street, inhaling the sweet smell that always came after the rains. Just about to step off the bottom step, your words hit me, causing my brow to furrow as I looked over at you:: Si. ::turning completely toward you now, I nodded seriously:: You are the only one who cared if I did or didn’t. ::laughs:: I figure you’d be loco to spend so much energy trying to make sure I did only to betray that trust. ::jerks a thumb in the direction of the cemetery with a playful smirk:: Muy loco if you believe what everyone else says happens when you do…

Boston:

Not for second. I might be crazy for you, but I'm not loco loco. -I laughed, pulling the duffle bag up higher on my shoulder before I reached out for you with my other hand. Letting you pull me along as the excitement brewed and bubbled up around you, the night air seemed to change and with it, my need to see you in action began growing. Greed licked at my skin the same way a flame flickered its light.

And suddenly, I raised that camera to snap one more picture of you before we reached our first destination of the night, wanting nothing more than to capture this freeing moment with you. That look on your face saying it all and I only lower my camera to offer you a slight smirk again- What color do you normally start with first? Black? -I start out with the small questions, learning everything I could about your craft.

Lola:

::Your answer was wise. With a smile, I reached out and tapped the tip of your nose:: I am loca though. So you’re a little crazy to take your chances around me. ::shooting you a wink, and taking your hand, I pulled you toward the first destination. Each step causing my excitement to grow as the adrenaline buzzed through my system:: Depende… ::glances over at you:: This first one will start with black. ::comes to a stop next to the blank wall that was the side of Joaquin’s favorite hang out, studying my canvas:: I start with the color that is the most prominent for my vision. ::doesn’t even bother to remove the bag from your shoulder as I unzip it and begin digging for what I want first::

Boston:

I happen to think the odds are forever in my favor. -It was a trip seeing you like this. In your element and all ready to go without another word to say when you unzipped the bag, pulling out a couple of cans first thing. Chuckling, I watched you step forward and turn on your heel, your smile growing wider with each step you took up to your blank canvas as it were.- And of the two which is the most prominent color for your vision now? The first one you see tonight?

Lola:

::my mind was already running wild. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t my canvases at home. I didn’t have all the time in the world to put everything I wanted on to that wall. But I knew I wanted a lot and that’s when I looked down at the two cans I had grabbed. Squatting down, I set down the red. The compromise would be to make this one only one color so I could do more:: Black. This needs black. ::nods once before standing up and stepping closer to the wall. With a shake of the can, I roughly began drawing the outline of a woman::

Boston:

-What might have been eerie silence to some was music to our ears as I watched in awe of you. The more you worked your magic, the more fascinated I became and as the woman you were drawing started to come to life, taking shape before my very eyes, I could start to see the damage that was done. You left no stone unturned when it came to your artwork. And as I saw first hand how lost you got into it, I knew right then and there, that I couldn't leave you. Not here or like this.- Lola.. -The words came tumbling out but only after you had stepped back, nearly completely finished.- Come to America with me. Come to Florida.

Lola:

::As soon as I started, there was no stopping me. It was good that you had offered to be my lookout. Because I wasn’t sure I would know someone was coming until it was too late. Even still, I wasn’t sure I would hear you telling me someone was coming either. Chances are, you would probably have to grab me and force me away. Smirking to myself at my lack of self control as I drew the butcher knife to her side. I couldn’t say I missed it. Further proof what I told you before was true. Loca. Snapped. Broken. But this was my calm. Peace. Therapy.

It was only fitting that I showed my conflict in my art. Horns protruded from her hair as the demonio in the corner accused her. But tears would drip from her eyes as a halo hovered above her head. It was up to the onlooker to decide. Was she evil and pretending to be good? Or was she good and accused of evil. For my final touch, I showed her chest torn open, heart exposed, and on fire. Tilting my head, I contemplated what else it needed before calling it done. Stepping back a little, I took the entire scene in.

Until your voice finally broke through my concentration. “Lola.” I glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see someone coming, and when I didn’t I turned to you. “Come to America with me. Come to Florida.” I knew the words. But they didn’t make sense. So I stood, bewildered and staring at you. Surely you didn’t mean permanently, right? Nobody wanted the task of La Lola permanently:: Visitar?

Boston:

No. -The word was final. Even as I looked upon the work of art you had just done, my decision to bring you with me didn't waver when I saw the details clearly painted on the wall. While some things were left for interpretation, your mind pulled things out with your emotions scattering like a bag of marbles being dumped across a sidewalk, and it didn't leave those scars you painted faintly either. If anything, they stuck out more in your work.- Por vida..

-You left your vulnerability bloody and ripped open like her chest, the look of confusion was first when I asked but when I said those last two words, the questioning brow you had raised, made me shake my head. I would not let you doubt this. Or us.-

For life.

-I said the words with such conviction, and in English too as I stepped in closer to you, pulling my line of sight from the picture you had painted to your gaze and I took the paint can out of your hand.- He only has power over you if let him have it.

-It wasn't that I didn't believe, it was that I refused to share you any longer with him. Tonight was not only about us, but it was about letting him go too.- You have a decision to make, Skirt. I've made mine. -My voice was softer then, that caress to your cheek wasn't lacking in my affections for you and I gave you a soft kiss to your lips before I brought the camera up to snap a picture, wanting to capture the moment either way you decided to go.-

Lola:

::Your resolve was firm. But the tenderness in your tone let me know that you would never force me. No matter how much you wanted me to answer a certain way. An unfamiliar feeling was bubbling up inside of me. Something I hadn’t dared to feel since before Joaquin. And it almost made me laugh when you repeated the words in English. It was then that I realized I was still staring at you wordlessly even when you spoke in my native tongue. The mention of “him” had my eyes flicking in the direction I knew would take me to the cemetery, but that was quickly forgotten when your lips brushed over mine. Blinking against the flash of your camera, I looked over at the picture I had just painted again, my voice soft:: I would not be missed.

Boston:

Wrong. You will be missed by me. Always. -Grasping your chin when you went to look again in his direction, my grip turned your face back to mine, my lips lingering against yours once more. If I had to keep you captive with my mouth until you understood what you meant to me I would.- Do I need to take you against the wall of your very own art? Make you scream my name loud enough for him to hear? -I was serious and when you gasped like he would appear right then and there, I didn't stop in my assessment of our situation. As I released your chin, my arm circled around you and I started to lead you there, right up to the wall when you stopped me suddenly, shaking your head.- I want you for life and I want to build that life somewhere that doesn't hurt you any longer.

-Taking one last look at the painting, I lead you away to our next destination, wanting more distance between him and us until you decided to face that head on.- Will you paint me another one then? -If it was going to be our last night together, I wanted you to remember it well. I didn't want anything left off the table.-

Lola:

::You knew me so well already. The second that you suggested it, fear crept up at the idea of him appearing in some form. I worried not for myself. But for you. The girl who had nothing to lose, suddenly had something she wanted to protect. And that caused my blood to run cold for a second. I was glad now you wouldn’t be here when the town figured out I had a weakness. I couldn’t bear you being used as a weapon.

Then you backed me toward the wall, and it was a battle between my body and my mind. My body wanted nothing more than to allow you to do just that. But my mind was terrified of the idea of one of his more deadly forms catching you from behind. Luckily, once again, you respected my decision and stopped as I blew out a slow breath while I nodded:: Si. I will paint you a million pictures. ::glancing one last time behind you to be sure that there were no dark figures of any form creeping, I reached for your hand. I knew what I would make next. And where I wanted it. My original plans to paint something on the cemetery scrapped as I contemplated accepting your offer. Keeping my eyes cast down as we walked, and giving your hand a squeeze:: What if the evil eye takes you from me too?

Boston:

You've promised me a million pictures first, no?

-A smug grin tugged at my lips then and I gave your hand a squeeze in return, knowing no matter what I said you were still going to worry about it too.-

Nobody is going to take me from you, Skirt. Not like that. There was no point in hiding it and so I didn't when you pulled me down along the sidewalk. Offering the reassurance should have done the trick but I took it a step further when you paused at a back alley, turning and venturing with you when you pipe up, letting me know we were taking a shortcut.- Everyone else has gotten you to this juncture, Lola. They have held you to these expectations and I never will.

-It was my turn, and I paused our walk with a soft pull of your hand, causing you to lift your gaze that you had purposely kept from me.- This is all you know.. Let me show you something different.

-With that said, I let you continue to pull me along, letting the words sink in for a moment before we reached the next stop in our adventures for the night.-

Lola:

::I think I already knew my answer in my heart. I knew it the second you suggested it. But I was conditioned not to believe good things could truly happen to me. So I was always looking for the strings that were attached. Once again, I fell silent as I rolled the idea around in my mind. The thought of leaving all this behind, going somewhere that nobody knew me, starting fresh, being with you forever… I looked over at you with a genuine smile at that last one. It all sounded so good. And funnily enough, I didn’t care if Joaquin approved. That in itself was freeing:: I will kill the evil eye too. ::nods seriously even though it sounded crazy, glancing your way and letting out a laugh. I wasn’t sure if your expression was because of my random statement. Or because you were starting to recognize that I was leading us back to my apartment building:: There’s a good wall here.

Boston:

I believe you. On both accounts.

-Giving you a wink, I meant it and I knew you did too. Seeing that we were heading back towards the apartment building, I trusted that you knew your way around. That where you were leading us would bear fruit when we arrived at the wall you spoke of. There had been a slight hesitation in your plans for the night and I knew at some point you were going to want to visit the cemetery, or at least I thought you had but when we went in the opposite direction, the detour you now provided, I didn't push for you to talk any further about it. Other than to say one more thing as I sat the bag of paint cans down before you.- Do you give each piece a name? What will this one be called?

Lola:

::lifts a curious brow before bending down to dig through the bag for the first color, glancing up at your question:: I don’t always no… ::refocuses on the bag, digging out two different shades of blue and looking between them before dropping the darker of the two right back into the bag:: This one will be called Reflexion. ::nods once before turning to begin painting a large blue rectangle::

Boston:

-It appeared the ones you named, meant the most. At least that was what I thought as you began working the cans. Paint danced along the canvas made of stone, concrete walls that were once grey were now blue as the skies. And one by one, I watched in complete awe at how well you brought this second painting to life. Yellow, red and green, those colors began to take shape and as I watched the paint mimic your fluid-like movements, the dance your body provided me was a show all its own.

You were completely lost in your element. That was until you dropped the paint cans to reach for another black and one more of the white. My gaze still forever glued to your work and you, the irony of the paint colors, those final touches, weren't lost on me either.- Reflexion. Tell me what happened here, Skirt. That curiosity to know reared its ugly head and I wanted nothing more than to drag you away, seeing those tears drying on the wall now when you complete your piece.-

Lola

::steps back and examines the finished piece. Giving a nod of approval. The proud smile on my face in direct contradiction to the feel of the painting I just completed:: She is alone in a colorful world. Her only friend the gato she brings comfort even as tears stain her cheeks. ::flicks my eyes up to the halo before bringing it back to her face:: Perhaps a little dog and a loco man will join her someday as well.

Boston:

Tears of joy then? -Taking it all in, I step up right beside you, bringing my camera up to snap a few pics.- The gato made her happy, no? -Which really meant yes. Wanting to get a wider view, I continued to speak as I walked backwards but not before dropping the bag of paint I had carried by your feet. Once across the street, thunder rolled and lightening, well it crashed. Still, I had to get you in the picture and as I lowered the camera, the light perfect from the silhouette of the moon against those streetlights, I spoke with a hint of playfulness in my tone.- Scoot back, Skirt and smile for me like you were a few moments ago? -I couldn't be sure what made you that happy, if it were necessarily me but the way you talked about the painting, there was a sense of pride you took in it, rightfully so. Not to mention the justice you did for her in your work.- Tell me what made you smile like that? What were you thinking about, hm?

Lola:

::That camera was aimed at me which had me laughing. Your request for me to smile like that again wasn’t hard to fulfill. The pride was coursing through my body at how much you actually cared about my art. I even went as far as posing with my arms spread out above my head to showcase the artwork. For all I knew, they’d have it painted over again in a few days. So I was happy that you were documenting it:: I was thinking about how happy it makes me to paint. And the fact that you aren’t just pretending to care. ::smiles wide again:: That makes me really happy. ::When you began to lower the camera, I ran across the street to you, throwing my arms around your neck and kissing you soundly on the lips::

Boston:

-There you were one minute telling me how you weren't going to fight me on leaving and the next you were taking the street two skips at a time for me to greet you with open arms, catching you not just with my embrace but with my lips too.- You're really going to let me take you away, Skirt? -I wanted to hear you say it and not have some feeling of hesitated truth. I didn't want a nod without the words. I wanted you to own your decision and as I sensed the change in the air, the wind shifting all around us, I didn't ignore the faint signs that were there. In that moment, I simply lowered you to your feet, taking the camera from around my neck to hang the strap around yours.- One more, Skirt. I want us to remember tonight. -Letting you hold the camera up this time, I pressed a kiss to cheek as you snapped the picture, opting for another when my lips brushed the corner of your own.-

Lola:

::The weight of your camera around my neck made my heart swell. Having someone trust me with their cherished possession made me feel special in a new way. There was no way I was going to fight you on that picture:: Don’t blame me if it’s out of focus. ::I snapped the picture mid laugh, just as you kissed my cheek. A true candid of this moment that I didn’t want to end. And when you reached the corner of my mouth, I turned my head, speaking before I met your lips:: Si. I will go. ::Closing the distance between our lips as my my finger clicked the shutter button again. It would be a surprise whether I got us in the frame or just the empty Chilean street beyond us::

Boston:

-Even as the camera took the shots, I was wrapping my arm around your waist tighter, lifting you up off the ground again to carry you back across the street to the painting. I didn't stop seeking you out with my mouth either as my lips stayed right there against yours in a war of the roses so to speak. Tasting your sweetness in that kiss left us both with a longing for more but when your back came to a stop pressed against the very wall you had just painted, the symbolism of it wasn't lost on me. You were pinned there, my right knee acting as the perfect seat for your legs to slide down when you did just that. And I broke the kiss roughly to speak against your ear.- Take the camera and go. Do not fight me on this. -"¡Oye! ¡Qué estas haciendo allá arriba! Quedate ahí mismo!" I saw your eyes go wide and I was quick to move, pushing you away and down the side of the alley. Mouthing the words for you to go before I turned around and picked up the empty can we had left behind.

My dream of coming face to face with what I had hoped was just a concerned citizen was short lived when a member of the Carabineros was directly in my path. Great, just great..- Qué pasa? Habla usted inglés?

Lola:

::Perhaps you would have me against a work of my art after all. My lips moved with yours in the sweetest of tangos, and I was just about to let out a soft whimper to signal you I wanted more until I felt the shift in your demeanor. Your lips moving to my ear. But instead of whispering sweet nothings, your words had me tensing up. My racing mind not comprehending why you were telling me to go until I heard one of them yell out, "¡Oye! ¡Qué estas haciendo allá arriba! Quedate ahí mismo!" My eyes flew open as I quickly scanned the area for a weapon only to be pushed into the alley. My rage spiking now as I prepared to march right back out of that alley. Yet somehow the pleading in your eyes as you mouthed for me to go caused me to hesitate. Before I could argue you had ducked out of view. The last thing I heard was, “ Qué pasa? Habla usted inglés?” Under different circumstances, I might have laughed at the way you were playing tonto gringo. Instead, I did something I hadn’t in many years, and obeyed. Turning on my heel, I quickly ran down the alley toward the front of the apartment building, and threw open the door before taking the steps two at a time, and bursting into my apartment where I collapsed on the floor, panting and holding my head as I attempted to sort through the emotions spiraling through me. Rage. Fear. Wonder. Confusion. Shock. And what couldn’t be mistaken…love. Dropping my hands into my lap, I glanced around the apartment, formulating my plan::