#i'm just really proud of how all the poses came out when i didn't use any refs or models

[tiramissyoucake]

HIIII!! i js read ur thing ab the different roles w the variants (the bakery one n the idol one) and they were so good!!

i was wondering if u could write the mohawk (OF) one n the shiesty (streamer) mark ones??

love ur writing <33

Heeey thanks! I had a feeling someone would ask, I'm not rlly proud of Shiesty Mark's part here since I didn't know what to do wit it but I hope ya'll like it.

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, this has nsfw on Mohawk's part (shocker!)

CW: masturbation, dildos, nsfw videos

Based on this

Pt. 1 here

Mohawk Invincible:

There always was a certain guilt that gnawed at him whenever he spent money on not safe for work content, though Mark never had an issue shoving aside his conscience, he had an issue shoving aside the discomfort when the content wasn't catered to him enough, did people on OF just forget how to be sexy?

One thing he dislikes for 2 seconds and he scrolls. It turns him off immediately. He spends more time cringing at his phone with his dick in his hand trying to find someone, *anyone* that can scratch that itch just right.

So imagine his pure euphoria when he spots your face, gets through your paywall and sees just how well you cater to him.

God, your angles, the setting and your noises, he has to pace himself and refrain from fisting his cock so quickly and cumming to soon, he wants to savor your videos and pictures.

He has notifications turned on for all your socials, he's the first to pay for your content, the first to comment. Anytime his dick hardens even a little bit he immediately pulls up your page.

Mark sees you take commissions and practically works overtime to make his request happen, a grin tearing through when the payment is accepted and in less than 3 days, a video was already up labelled 'commissions'

This time, he didn't have to get through a paywall because it was sent to him the moment it was finished.

The details were simple: he wanted a personalised boyfriend experience video, you had to use a dildo as a replacement but fuck, you were so good at convincing him it was real when you moaned his name.

He was glad he let you post it, these chumps needed to know who was your best supporter.

"Missed you all day, Mark..." he bit his bottom lip harshly at the whiny tone from the video, watching you fuck yourself to please him gave him such an ego trip. Money well spent.

The way you called out his name repeatedly and so sweetly was enough for him to coat his stomach in white spurts, hissing in pleasure when he realised that he timed his orgasm with yours just right, thank God he tipped you.

. . .

Hearing a cry for help from a desecrated building, a blood-thirsty smile came across Mark's features as he followed the shouts asking for anyone to help. This was his favorite; pose as a helping hero, outstretch a hand to help before killing them shamelessly.

Something about that voice was familiar, like he heard it before. He blamed it on the acoustics of the surrounding rubble and smoke, he found the source, a store toppled over and broken into bits of concrete, he could see a head of hair and one outstretched hand

"Please! Anyone! I'm stuck!!"

"Are you now?" His boots came into your view as you strained to look up, not exactly Invincible himself... "have no fear, citizen." He mocked with a grin, effortlessly removing a large chunk of stone and throwing it God knows where, lifting you out from underneath.

He paused, looking over your physique and expression, the voice was freaky but this was... freakier. Something stirred in him.

"... Oh. Ooooh." He laughed, holding you closely as his eyes raked over you. "Holy shit, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Perplexed, you tried to separate from him only to be met with an unmoving grip. "You went off the grid in my dimension, y'know? Just. Poof! But damn! No one could really make me cum like you did!" He almost sighed romantically

Your face contorted to a cringe as you tried to shove him away. "What're you talking about?! Let go of me, you pervert!!"

"Oh, you have no clue." He grinned, his hands branching out to grip you wherever, landing on your ass his fingers squeezed and kneaded the flesh as he looked over your shoulder, hissing through his teeth as the memories came flooding back "I could never forget this ass either.."

Your face flushed in embarassment, his grip too tight for you to break free. "Mmh, this is better than that vid I commissioned. I threw so much money at you, baby!" Mark was well aware you didn't know what he was referring to, you weren't the same person but this was definitely the same body. Like you were made from the same mould.

"Let's go somewhere private, I'll show you just how well I know you."

♡

Shiesty Mark:

College was boring, studying was worse. Music did not help him focus and podcasts on topics he cared about just ruined his focus, Mark scoured the Internet for any sources, anything that he could play while absentmindedly focusing.

It was only when he came across a tiktok of yours playing some overly pixilated game that his interest was piqued, nonsensical commentary was everyone's cup of tea nowadays, so, by pure coincidence, he found you were live when he looked for your channel.

You were playing a horror game, Poppy bedtime or whatever, he didn't. The way you reacted to the scares, your cocky attitude when you solved a puzzle, the way you focused on boss fights was charming. It wasn't long before he managed to go through all the slides needed for his quiz and you were still going, vowing to finish the game. A comment wouldn't hurt.

MarkG_: I finished studying for my quiz and ur still playing lol

To his surprise, you noted his comment through the handful of viewers. "You finished studying? Oh, good luck on the quiz! I'm actually happy this chapter is longer, The last one was so short!"

Maybe a few more comments wouldn't hurt, soon enough he was a regular who commented game suggestions or simple friendly jabs, he never really crossed a line with you given you started as a distraction and he insisted you still were.

You played the games he recommended, greeted him when he made his presence known, his heart pounded in his chest every time you did because it meant you were keeping him in mind during these long streams, not those other losers, but him.

Someone did cross a line at some point, a self-proclaimed and entitled 'fan', putting your safety in danger and ultimately causing you to apologise and go offline for a while for your safety. That time was painfully quiet, other streamers were too boring or too loud, he understood your need to put some distance between you and entitled fans but fuck, he was tired of watching old vods.

It didn't really matter, being Invincible soon swallowed up so much of his time he didn't check back to see you when you returned.

. . .

Another pathetic squirming hero, another embarrassing defeat. Mark held the 'hero's wrist with a bored expression behind the loose face covering as he crushed the hero's wrist. "Seriously? You guys are lame, y'know there's like 20 of us?"

He didn't wait for a response as he lifted and launched them into whatever structure was in view, grinning at the impact as the hero crashed through a building and succumbed to the debris. "C'mon! Is nobody in this shithole worth it?!" He almost shrieked, waiting for a beat to see if anyone would try to refute him, the destruction can wait.

A rock flew through the air and decked him in the back of his head, it didn't hurt but it pissed him off, eyebrows furrowing and turning to look.

You stood with an arm outstretched, holding a metal pipe from where he was sure was the destroyed city, you looked terrified. "... this some kinda joke?"

You lifted the pipe, if you'll die you'll go out fighting like hell, no man impersonates your close friend without you beating the shit out of him. "What?! Hotshot alien too scared to take on ONE human?!"

He noted your features, you looked different without a camera at one fixed angle. Realisation came to him, you were that cute streamer he followed back in his world.

"No shit, of course you'd be here." He came closer, asfalt and dirt crunching under his boots as you readjusted your grip. "Back off!"

"Of fucking course, because why not? Let's make it more of a pain in my ass! Give me someone I don't wanna kill in this stupid town!" His rambling unnerved you, but you stood your ground. The moment he lifted a hand to grab you, your arms reacted and swung as hard as you could, the pipe connecting with his head. Nothing.

Mark stayed quiet, the resounding echo of the pipe connecting with his skull disappearing as his hand clutched it and tore it from your hands, bending it in his grip like it was some pretzel and throwing it aside. "Got it outta your system?"

"Fuck you!" You spat out immediately, you were more hostile here, that's for sure.

"Maybe let's get to know each other first." He grinned behind the cloak-like covering. "Don't struggle."

You gasped as he bent down and easily threw you over his shoulder, your fists immediately beating his back. "Let go of me! I'll kill you!" You were so cute.

"Sure, I'd love to see you try to wrestle me down, hun." He chuckled, glancing around the ruined town. "Hold on tight, I fucked this place up too good."

He'll find a little corner to be able to talk to you properly, he hadn't heard your voice in so long, he almost felt guilty taking pleasure in your screaming as you held onto him while he soared through the sky.

"We'll get real close and personal this time, alright?"

[pyretta666]

IN BED WITH…TYPE O NEGATIVE (transcribed) he’s into rubber! he’s into fur! christ, he’s even into getting his willy out for playgirl magazine! stand proud type o negative mainman peter steele, and prepare to be undressed by slyvie simmons!

KERRANG!: when were you first aware of the birds and the bees?

PETER STEELE: "when i was about 12 years old, i had a very outgoing older friend who had no problem any time he was excited to take his penis out and just masturbate. so i had a go - and sure enough, i came!

K!: when did you lose your virginity and what was it like?

PS: "i was 18 years old and she was 16; we were both virgins. the only problem was her hymen was still intact and i had some difficulty inserting myself into her. i was downstairs in my parents' basement, and i ran upstairs and got some corn oil - that's all we had - and as i was lubricating myself i dropped the bottle on the floor! i didn't want to lose my erection, so i ran downstairs covered in corn oil, leaving the glass on the kitchen floor. the sex was almost over as quickly as it began!"

K!: do you practice safe sex? PS: "yes i do. there have been some accidents of course - things split - but i think i get an a for effort."

K!: do you get off on pornography? PS: "not really. if i'm going to get excited, there are plenty of women that i'd like to spend my time with: i don't have to look at books."

K!: why did you pose for playgirl magazine then? and what gave you the enormous hard on?! PS: "i did it to further type o negative's career. i figured i would be exposing myself - no pun intended! - to a whole new audience. and sure enough it definitely affected record sales. i had some manual stimulation and a catalogue of erotic thoughts i can easily access that kept me going."

K!: your todger looks enormous in playgirl - were the photos retouched? PS: rumor has it that my penis is not real in those shots - which is a compliment and an insult at the same time. there were no tricks. i'm 6ft 6 and i'm proportional. everything on me happens to be very long and thin - my fingers, my ears, my toes, and of course what hangs between my legs. it's like a package deal."

K!: are you a whips and chains kind of guy? PS: "my only rule in bed is never to say no - unless it includes excruciating pain or long-lasting damage. i like latex and fur, things that feel good to me sexually. i was always turned on by rubber - the feel of it, the smell of it, even the taste."

K!: are you a considerate bed partner? PS: "i'm a pretty good playmate. i really don't mind if i don't come - it's not a big deal to me. i've come probably 100,000 times already, so my partner's pleasure comes way before mine."

K!: how does that gel with songs like 'jackhammer rape?' PS: "it probably doesn't. of course it's not about raping anyone with a jackhammer, it's just screwing somebody so hard. when i wrote that, i was really really pissed off at somebody. i'm also into shock value."

K!: have you ever paid for - or been paid - for sex? PS: "i have never paid for sex and never will. i definitely think there's trade-offs though. if you want to be physical with somebody, you can pay them with other things - by caring about them." "but i've had offers from women to pay me. when i used to work with the new york city parks department as a maintenance worker, this woman i had seen there every day for about two weeks came over to me. she asked me how much money i made per year and i told her $40,000. and she said, 'how would you like to make that in one night?' i said, 'what do i have to do?'. what she wanted was a sperm sample."

K!: you took her up on it? PS: "yes i did. but i haven't seen the result."

K!: do you know where the woman's g-spot is? PS: "well, honestly i don't know. but i think i've found spots a to f!"

[wazzuppy-writes]

Making Cookies With Mob and Reigen

Characters: Shigeo Kageyama, Reigen Arataka, Reader

Relationship: Platonic

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: None

A/N: I thought I'd write something simple and cute for my first real post here. Platonic relationships are my absolute favorite thing to write, so I hope you enjoy this as much I did.

Neither Mob or Reigen are good at cooking. Like, at all. Mob can make simple things like rice balls and sandwiches, but he's hopeless when it comes to anything else. Meanwhile Reigen has been eating nothing but microwave dinners for the past twelve years, so any kitchen skills he might've had are gone now.

So when you suggest baking cookies together on their day off, they're incredibly reluctant. It takes a lot of pleading to get them to agree, and even then they still try weaseling their way out. But you're persistent and you have your heart set on spending time with them! They're going to make these cookies whether they want to or not!

Because of their disastrous inexperienced skill level, you have to take the lead while they do their damn best to follow it.

Turns out that they're really bad at following instructions.

"Master, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is! Why bake it at 375 degrees for fifteen minutes when we'd save so much more time by baking it at 500 degrees for five minutes? Use your head, Mob."

They were devastated when the cookies came out as charcoal. Well, Reigen was devastated— Mob kinda saw it coming. You're just relieved they didn't burn down the kitchen.

So you guys try again...and again... and again, but nothing comes out right. Eventually you run out of ingredients and have to stop. The boys are really embarrassed and apologetic, but you do your best to reassure them.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. We let you down... And now you have to go grocery shopping, too..."

"It's no big deal, really! You tried your best and that's what matters. Besides, I'm just happy we all got to spend time together. How about we try again next week?"

"Really? Even after we wrecked your kitchen?"

"Eh. It's cleaner than I thought it would be."

From then on, baking cookies became a weekly ritual for you three. It took a few more tries for them to get it right, but when they did, they were ecstatic. Literally the happiest you'd ever seen them.

Reigen took a dozen pictures of you, him, and Mob posing with the cookies and sent them to all his contacts— like a proud parent. They were cold by the time he was done, but that's okay. He's having fun.

As you ate and celebrated, Mob eagerly talked about all the other recipes he wanted to try. Having something fun to do every week, and with two of his favorite people at that, really meant a lot to him. It made him feel like a normal kid with a normal social life. Reigen tried not to seem as outwardly excited, but it's still clear that he's just as happy.

The three of you continue meeting up every week to bake. You even bring back the leftovers for the others at Spirts and Such! Some of them, like Serizawa and Teru, like to join in on the fun— to varying results— but they're also content to reap the rewards without actually doing any work.

The fridge is constantly filled with leftover sweets and everyone keeps getting cavities, but no one has the heart to say anything. Not when you're having so much fun.

Dividers from here.

GIF from here.

[lucy90712]

CAN U DO A JELOUS KENAN

I smoothed down my dress in the mirror and double check to make sure there was no lipstick on my teeth. I've already checked about a million times but I have to look perfect, tonight I'm going to an award ceremony with Kenan for the first time which is a big deal. We've been together for two years now but we prefer to not be always be seen together in public so our relationship stays pretty private but tonight that changes. Kenan invited me as soon as he found out he was nominated for the golden boy web award but told me I didn't have to go if I didn't want to but I agreed straight away. We may like to have privacy in our relationship but that doesn't mean I don't want to go and support him no matter how much I know I'll hate it and how much anxiety it causes me I will be there. 

"You look beautiful love" Kenan said walking in from the bathroom where he was doing his hair 

"Thank you you look very handsome too" I said 

"No one will be looking at me when you look so amazing in that dress" Kenan half joked 

"You're the one who's nominated I'd hope someone looked at you" I said 

"Well I'll definitely be looking at only you" he flirted 

"Stop being such a flirt" I said 

"No can do not when my girlfriend always looks so hot" he smiled 

All I could do was shake my head but he still wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed behind my ear. He kept kissing me all over my face anywhere but my lips as I wouldn't let him ruin my lipstick that I spent so long perfecting. Eventually we had to stop as our car was downstairs ready to take us to the venue. Kenan held my hand as we walked out the hotel to we were staying in despite the ceremony being in Turin to the car. The driver went to open the door for us but Kenan stopped him and opened the door for me instead. The whole drive he kept me distracted as I think he could tell that the nerves were really starting to kick in even if I tried not to show it. As soon as we arrived Kenan helped me out of the car and stood in front of me so I could sort my dress out before we were in front of people and cameras.

We walked down the red carpet together and straight away there was cameras flashing blinding me but I had Kenan guiding me to stop me walking into someone or something. We were made to stop and pose properly for pictures which really made me feel uncomfortable as I've never been great in front of a camera but luckily I'm not really the one they are looking at which makes it a little better. Soon they wanted interviews from Kenan which I took as my chance to get out of the spotlight and inside the venue where hopefully there will be less eyes on me. 

Just as I got settled in my seat out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walking towards me but I knew it wasn't Kenan. I was right it was some random guy who I didn't know and honestly don't care to know but I think I'm going to have to talk to anyway. 

"Hi I'm Tom" the guy introduced himself 

"Hey I'm y/n" I replied trying to be polite 

"It's a lovely venue right" he said making small talk 

"Yeah lovely" I said awkwardly 

"I'll leave you be but I'll catch you later" he said 

Once the guy has left Kenan came and sat next to me but he said nothing so he must not have seen me have the most awkward interaction of my life. The ceremony started not long after and I forgot about Tom as I watched all the awards be presented. Then it got to the award that Kenan was nominated for and instinctively I grabbed hold of his hand to calm his nerves or mine I'm not really sure which. Then they announced Kenan's name as the winner and to say I was shocked was an understatement. I wanted Kenan to win and I believed in him don't get me wrong but there was so many amazing players nominated I wasn't sure that Kenan would win. Watching him walk up there to accept the award made me so proud to be his girlfriend and have been here to watch him as he's grown as a player. There are so many amazing young players around at the moment that sometimes I feel like Kenan doesn't get enough recognition but now hopefully he'll get the recognition he deserves. 

His little speech made me a little emotional but I held it together until he came back to his seat and I had to give him a quick kiss to stop myself from letting a few tears escape my eyes. As the rest of the ceremony went on Kenan showed me his award which was so cool it's going to look great on his shelf with the other trophies he's won. I don't think I paid much attention to the rest of the ceremony as I was just thinking about how proud I am of Kenan. 

After the ceremony there was an after party organised for everyone who attended which originally we hadn't planned to go to but I told Kenan we had to go seeing as he won it would be rude not to. What I didn't anticipate was that everyone would want to speak to Kenan so he was very quickly taken away from me as he was moved around groups of people wanting to congratulate him. It didn't really bother me I found somewhere to sit on my own and no one really noticed me which was fine by me as I prefer to not talk to loads of new people all at once. At some point I got a drink given to me but I didn't touch it as I have classes in the morning so I don't want to be hungover at all. Just when I thought I could relax until Kenan was released back to me the guy from earlier decided to sit next to me. He had clearly been drinking so I moved away from him slightly feeling a bit uncomfortable by his presence. 

"Hey pretty girl I'm glad to see you're still here" he said leaning towards me again 

"Aren't you going to talk to me?" He asked when I didn't respond 

"I just want to get to know you tell me about yourself" he added 

"There's not much to say" I replied wanting to end the conversation 

"I can't believe a beautiful girl like you at an event like this doesn't have much going on in her life" he said 

"Well it's true I'm just a student I'm here with my boyfriend" I said 

"I don't see a boyfriend" he teased 

"Well he's here he's just talking to some people" I said 

"Leaving me free to talk to you" he said 

He continued to try and flirt with me while I didn't respond which only seemed to make things worse as his arm then slid round my waist so he could try and get my attention. 

Kenan's POV

Going to this after party was an awful idea from the second we entered the door I've had people pull me into different conversations meaning I've left y/n on her own the whole time. I've tried to escape a few times but every time someone else wants to talk to me so instead I've just been checking on y/n from a distance. For most of the night she's been sat at a table by herself with a drink she hasn't touched until some guy went and sat next to her. From what I could tell she didn't really want to talk to him so she moved away but then my view was blocked so I just had to trust that she'd be able to stand up for herself. 

After what felt like forever the people blocking my view got out the way allowing me to see that the guy was still sat next to y/n. She looked just as disinterested as before but she was talking to him so I just made sure to keep watching out for her. Then he leaned in closer which immediately made me mad but I let it slide until his hand went round her waist. That was too much for me no one gets to put their hand on my girlfriend especially not under my watch. There's nothing I hate more than watching people flirt with my girlfriend which happens far more than it should but I never like to show how much it annoys me as I don't want y/n to think I'm jealous as I don't trust her. I can keep my mouth shut watching a waiter or classmate flirt with y/n but having another guy hold her waist is beyond where I draw the line I don't care if I look jealous or crazy I can't just watch this happen. I excused myself from the conversation I was involved in and made a beeline straight for y/n. 

I tried to look calm as I slid in next to her and took the guys hand off her waist so I could replace it with mine. Y/n looked at me with pure relief in her eyes which told me I'd made the right decision to come over. The guy looked at me like he was about to say something until he seemed to realise who I was and he shut his mouth. He still looked mad that I'd taken the girl he was flirting with but I don't care one bit he can hate me if I want I'm not letting him try and steal my girlfriend. 

"Dude don't try and steal her I was here first" the guy slurred clearly drunk 

"I think you should leave my girlfriend alone" I said as calmly as I could manage 

"She's not your girlfriend she didn't mention you" he said 

"I told you I had a boyfriend" y/n said 

"She told you she had a boyfriend and you still tried to get with her dude just leave us alone or I'll ask security to kick you out" I said getting mad 

The guy rolled his eyes but he got up and walked away anyway. He looked back a few times so I took the liberty of kissing y/n while he was watching and right in front of everyone else so that no one else tries anything. I thought she'd be a bit embarrassed kissing me in public as she's not one for pda but she happily kissed me back. When we pulled away she had a smile on her face but I could see in her eyes that she was thinking about something. 

“What’s on your mind?” I asked 

“Its just I liked seeing you jealous I appreciate that you don’t get jealous over little things but it’s nice watching you get all protective over me” she admitted suddenly getting a bit shy 

“I will always be protective of you I’m never going to let another guy touch you like that but I wasn’t jealous” I said 

“You were jealous I can tell by the look in your eyes it’s the same look you have when waiters flirt with me but it’s ok I’ll always be yours you’ve got nothing to worry about” she said 

“Good because I’m never letting you go” I said 

We’d both had enough of the after party by this point so we just left without saying goodbye to anyone and went back to our hotel so I can show her how much I love her and why I’m better than any other guy. 

[thebramblewood]

I was tagged by @retrotrait, @simvanie, @moonwoodhollow, @aheathen-conceivably annnnnnd @salemssimblr to post my top 24 screenshots from 2024, but I jumped the gun on posting a retrospective earlier this month.

I still wanted to do something, though, so I'm going to take some inspiration from @elderwisp and talk about my favorite story scenes of the year specifically - since there's nothing I love more than yapping and reminiscing.

Before I start rambling, I'll tag @living-undead, @esotericas-sims, @fallstaticexit, @simsdaughters, @biffybobs, @whyeverr, @kissalopa and @earthmoonz! I'm sure some of you have already done this (and no pressure if you don't want to), but I'd love to see you reflect on your year in whatever way suits you!

Good food and hard truths with Grace Anansi (one, two). I think this is quietly one of my favorite moments in the story so far because it revealed so much about Caleb's past that until this point had only been hinted at. It also gave him a friend and confidante, which he sorely needed. This was an extremely lengthy and exposition-heavy conversation, so it was challenging but rewarding to write, edit (endlessly), and execute in a compelling way. Plus, its final moments had to lead seamlessly into...

Party like a spellcaster (one, two). I think this was the first flashback in the story, so it was a pretty big deal! It was also the point where my ambitions started making scene preparation increasingly complicated. I spent a hell of a long time converting broomsticks and potions into pose accessories, but I was so pleased with how the vision came together, and it taught me a lot of skills that have become indispensable as my ideas grow more elaborate. Overall, it was a welcome moment of levity and joy for Caleb, even as we know tragedy looms in the future.

Lilith does a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad thing. Turns out once I started doing flashback scenes, I couldn't stop. You guys have no idea how it felt to sit on this particularly nasty secret for months. I wanted it to be a shocking reveal that fully established Lilith's villain status, but I also knew I would have to get her back into Helena's - and our - good graces eventually. It's been interesting to write a character like her who you love and hate at once. Ultimately, I want all of us to be on the same rollercoaster ride as Helena, equal parts repulsed and fascinated. This was especially wild to bring to life because it felt pretty surreal to be adding a whole new layer to this idea that originated years ago in my legacy!

Helena Zhao can't come to the phone right now. I was very proud of this scene because it was the first one where I made all the poses myself. It was also a major turning point in Helena and Julia's relationship, where their sisterly bond is deeply tested. I may have cried a little while writing and shooting it. I really enjoyed the brief moments we got to spend in Julia's perspective, and I hope to bring her back if the story calls for it. Although she was in extreme shock at what her sister had done, I imagine she'd eventually come around to having a bit more compassion for her situation. She'd probably be open to reconciling someday, presuming Helena ever sets foot in Copperdale again.

Reunited and it feels so... good? (one, two). I didn't even realize I posted Helena and Lilith's reunion on April Fool's! Everyone was waiting with bated breath to see if they would ever cross paths again... and who are we kidding? Of course they would! I had a very good time writing this conversation and giving Helena a chance to finally get everything off her chest - though, of course, she couldn't help but be worn down by Lilith's manipulative charm in the end. And then Caleb got his comeuppance for keeping the truth of what happened a secret for so long, reminding us once again just how scary Lilith can be.

Plasma Pals! As dark as this story is, I enjoy weaving in moments of comedy and lightness when I can, so it was really fun to portray Caleb and Helena's evolving friendship through the lens of a cheesy sitcom. I wasn't sure it would hit with anyone other than me because the funniest things I write are usually accidental. It's hard to be funny on purpose! But it ended up being possibly my most popular story post ever, so obviously I did something right.

Lilith teaches Helena the true art of supernatural seduction. I wanted this section of the story to be all about the two very different approaches Lilith and Caleb take to teaching Helena. This was one of my most technically challenging scenes. I shot the entire attack sequence twice because I was underwhelmed the first time. But in the end I'm glad I took the time to do that because it contains some of my favorite screenshots ever and really conveys Helena's internal struggle. But will she be able to resist when it inevitably happens again?

The night where it all began, part one. I love this entire series of flashbacks, but I'm particularly fond of the opening because we finally get a glimpse into what Caleb and Lilith's relationship was like as humans. It turns out they liked each other! And only bickered in a light-hearted way! And conspired and giggled together! This was another scene where I made all the poses. It was exhausting, but these flashbacks to the Vatores' vampire origins were so important for me to get right. I'd been thinking about them for a long time, so I wanted them to be as perfect as possible.

How Caleb was transformed, one and two. Again with the flashbacks! I think part of the reason I like them so much is because, as much work as they are, they always offer a change of scenery that refreshes my creativity. This particular scene was one I was obsessing over for months, so I had cultivated a very specific vision of how it would play out and didn't want to compromise. I'm glad I had the foresight to start learning posing far enough in advance that I felt ready to take it on. If I had to choose, this is my single favorite scene of the year. Everything came together exactly how I wanted, and it gives me chills every time I revisit it.

A very vampiric dinner date, part two. This entire sequence took so much work to complete from beginning to end! But it was the first big outing beyond Forgotten Hollow in a while, and I wanted it to be special. I enjoyed being able to put a bunch of pre-mades into compromising positions with your guys' vampires. As much of a pain as it is to pose multiple Sims, the end results are always worth it. And then, of course, the sequence resolves in Helena and Lilith having a genuine moment of intimacy for the first time since Helena was turned, which had us all squealing.

Helena is horny and confused. Can you believe this is the only Ulrike appearance of the year? 😭 I'm really glad I managed to sneak one in. Even though they broke up before she was turned, Ulrike is the ultimate reminder of Helena's human life, of everything she left behind and of what could have been. Other than her family, Ulrike is who Helena misses most when she thinks about the past. This scene was pulled together quickly based on me finding the pose pack. I wasn't entirely sure if it would even work as part of the main narrative. But I feel like the spontaneity made it feel extra special, even if it is a smaller moment.

Forgotten Hollow 101. If anything, the theme of this year has been taking an increasingly long amount of time to finish every post. This is in part because I got busier in the second half of the year but also because I can't stop thinking up crazy complicated ideas. This one took me a month more or less. Even though each vampire only had one picture, it required a lot of effort to get them all in game, find poses, set up locations, etc.! But it was so important to me to do justice to your guys' vampires, so I was happy to take the time, even in the couple of moments where I began to feel burned out. I hope to keep showing off your lovely creations next year!

[shinysparklesapphires]

showtime precure!

🎀: @baileypie-writes @harufallinwonderland @h2llish

Chapter 12: Oh dear! Parents Day at the Academy!

"REEL! REEL! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL!!!!"

Lucia ran into the theater room holding the poster in her hand.

"Did you just- rip that off the wall-"

"Thats not the point! Why am I the lead?! I didn't even audition!!!!!"

She shoved the paper in Reel's face multiple times, causing him to knock over a pencil cup on his desk.

"Oh yeah, me and Violet made that decision." He picked up the cup and put the pens back into it.

"Whyyyyyyyy..." She hissed.

"Cuz you seemed like the best pick."

"Howwwwwwwwwwww.....?"

"Amber said you looked the closest to how she imagined the poet in her head when she wrote the script."

"This is stupiddddddddddddddddddddd......" Lucia sighed.

"You're not even supposed to be here this late anyway why are you still in class??"

"I'm goinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg........"

"Oh giiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllsssss~" A voice came from the water pillar.

"Ugh, what do you want Catwalk??" Lacey crossed her arms. Nicolette was reading a book, and Dominique was combing Nosferatu's feathers, much to his delight.

Catwalk skipped around in the vision, before reaching his hand out of the pillar with three pitch black ribbons in his hands.

"What the hell are these things??"

"Dark Ribbons."

"The fuck are those??"

"You put them on your wrist, to get better facades, these can obtain more wish coins, and you'll be able to take the wish coins essense without getting the actual coin, and- ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING????"

"Sorry you were getting boring." Nicolette swiped the ribbons from Catwalk's hands and put one on her wrist.

"You can go now Catwalk."

"Miss Tragedy made these herself....she looked so proud though...."

Lacey rolled her eyes, "Yeah yeah we get it." she flicked the water tower, causing it to fall down.

"I call using the ribbon first!" Lacey rushed out of the bandshell, scaring Nosferatu. Dominique comforted him.

Lucia plopped down onto her bed. She was so tired from the day that she almost didn't notice her phone go off.

Mom: I can't wait to see you tomorrow during parents day!

fuck.

"Ughhh I forgot that was tomorrow....this is gonna be a nightmare..."

Lucia walked into the courtyard, where Amber was helping Lyna with decorations for their booth, Violet was on the other side of the school near the gym, where all the athletic courses were. The sound of gravel crunched beneath her feet everytime she adjusted her heels. It wasn't really that pleasant of a sound. It was windy as hell too.

Suddenly, Lucia felt two arms grab her from behind,

"LUCIIIIII!!! AW I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!"

"HUH?! WHAT-?!"

Amber rushed to get the woman off of Lucia, "Hey get off of her!"

Lucia looked distraught. Lyna was frozen in shock.

The woman wore a yellow floral pattern bandana around her wheat blonde hair, reddish pink lipstick, and heart sunglasses to match.

"Mom?!" Lucia stood there dumbfounded.

"Aha! I know you would see through my-" She turned to look at an imaginary camera and posed, "Foolproof disguise."

She looked ecstatic to see Lucia, she was practically jumping, and embracing her and kissing her cheeks.

"M-mom why are you here so early?!" Lucia shoved her off.

"I just couldn't wait to see my darling daughter and all her new friends! I'm so proud!"

"Ms Agissante!" Lyna rushed over, a starstruck look on her face, "Can I please have your autograph?? I'm such a huge fan!" she squealed.

"Oh of course sweetheart! Anything for a friend of my Luci!" she giggled.

"Hey Luci," Amber smirked. Lucia turned around, red as a tomato. Lyna was still fangirling over Yvette, who seemed flattered at best.

"Amber do you know when your parents are getting here?"

"I dunno. My dad said his flight got delayed."

"Oh that reminds me! I saw Violet and her moms on the way here! She's in the dance course right?"

"Mhm." Lucia sounded annoyed.

"Ah that's so great! I'm so proud of her!"

"Ma'am are you a parent of one of the students here?" Reel had gotten back with the sign for the booth, "Cuz if you're not I'm gonna have to ask you to leave-" Yvette grabbed Reel's hand and started shaking it aggressively.

"You must be the professor! Luci's told me ALL about you! Thank you so much for taking care of my daughter while she was away from us! Me and her father have missed her so much we can't even begin to say how much we appreciate it!"

"Speaking of which, where is Dad?"

"That's strange, he was right behind me befo- oh there he is! hello darling!"

"Hello sir I'm Lucia's teacher! it's a pleasure to-HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!"

Reel turned around to greet Lucia's father but when he turned he saw the biggest, buffest man he had ever seen.

"He could snap me in half like a twig! and this guys related to Lucia?! And he's her DAD nonetheless! Lucia can barely hold up a stack of papers, this guy could lift an entire TREE-" Reel's head rushed before the man's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Thanks for dealing with my daughter sir. I know she can be a lot to handle."

"No! She's an angel really." Reel squeaked. Amber and Lyna's jaws dropped so low that they were practically in hell by now.

"I should go now, I'll see you later dear," Lucia's dad kissed Yvette on the cheek and walked off, Reel's face looked white as a ghost.

"Lucia we should go look at the other booths!" her mom yanked her by the arm and dragged her away.

"Mom can we please stop this?? I really wanna get back to my friends!"

"Nonsense Lucia! I haven't seen you in forever! I want to hang out with my daughter!"

"Yeah but we've been to every booth twice already! I'm supposed to be helping everyone!"

"Lucia, would it KILL you to spend a little time with your mother?! You see your friends everyday at school you can go one day without them!"

"Well maybe I don't want to spend time with you! All you've ever done is nag at me or smother me and just be super annoying! I hate YOU-" Lucia covered her mouth with her hands, but Yvette just looked at her disappointed.

"Mom I-" Yvette slapped her hand away.

"Fine. If you don't want me to smother you so much, then I'll go."

She stormed off.

"Mom wait!" Lucia ran after her, but when she finally caught up, all she saw was her mother's body on the ground, unmoving.

"Lucia!" Reel had followed the source of the commotion.

"MOM!" Lucia ran over to Yvette's body, holding it in her arms.

"Yo!" Lacey snapped her fingers. "Let's see what this Dark Ribbon can do! Facade! Wreak your havoc!" Lacey's bracelet emitted a dark energy onto Yvette's wish coin, and she threw it at an empty stall.

"SAWWW!"

Lucia! I'm sorry I couldn't be with you as much as I wanted to! I'm an awful mother!

"I-it can speak?!" Lucia was shaking. Reel came to comfort her.

"It's my fault. It's my fault that this happened, I shouldn't have-"

Reel slapped her across the face.

"Lucia you can still save her all right?! You need to transform!"

"Right!" Lucia wiped away her tears.

"Precure, Rollback! Lights! Camera! Action!"

Luciaaa! I don't want to leave you all alone again! I don't want you to hate me anymoree!

"Mom!" Lucia lunged at the Facade, tears flying off of her cheeks, but it didn't affect the monster at all.

"Facade! Finish this girl off already! Her cries are SOOOOOO annoying!!"

The facade sent Showtime flying into the air.

"Showtime!" Reel screamed.

She landed onto the ground gracefully and pulled out her wand.

"Lacey!"

"Oh?" Lacey stared at Showtime unamused.

"Hurting people like this is unforgivable! I'll show you a real fight!"

"Showtime.................................Finale!"

The Facade withered away and the coin went back to Yvette.

"Huh-Oh!" Yvette slowly woke up as Lucia jumped on her.

"Mom I'm sorry! I'm sorry I said I hated you!" she was sobbing her eyes out.

"Lucia, it's ok..I'm sorry I smothered you so much..I just missed my baby girl so much you know?"

Lucia just kept crying and apologizing.

Reel looked at the two and felt his heart ache.

I miss my mother...

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

Honaki Star Rail

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Characters

Y/N ;; 17 ;; AFAB ;; She/Her ;; Little

Svarog ;; He/It/They ;; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Falling and scraping knee.

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Plot Summary

Svarog discovers a little, Y/N. He spends the day playing with and caring for you.

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The underground always had this odd smell to it. Even though you were pretty used to it, growing up there wasn't entirely easy. You didn't have much of a childhood. Only because you needed to help your parents more than anything. Though today was more of an average calm day. It was nice. You found yourself regressing in this empty space. Most people weren't really around in this space so it worked out. Though, you quickly became bored. So you got up from the ground to explore. While exploring you came across a huge robot! You found robots so extremely cool. You hugged the plush you had in your arms close to your chest while the large robot stared down at you. Even though you were pretty tall for your age, the robot made you feel so small.

" Who are you? Do you pose a threat? Analyzing.. no potential threat, no individual from the Wildfire. Who exactly are you? " the robot spoke, startling you.

" 'm.. um.. um, " you struggled with your words for a few minutes.

You looked down to the stuffie in your arms while you tried your best to pronounce the words. You took your time while the robot watched patiently. It made you feel better about struggling with speaking in the moment. Eventually, you looked back at it when you got the hang of speaking.

" 'm.. Y.. Y/N! " you finally declared with a bright smile, being very proud of yourself for finally being able to say your own name.

" Y/N? I am Svarog. I'm going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them, is that understood? "

You gave the strange robot, Svarog, a confused look. Though confused you figured it might be best to indulge the robot. Your s/o had always warned you, while little, to be careful around robots. They were unpredictable and could hurt you. Even so, you didn't really feel as if this one would. You fidgeted with the plush in your arms.

" 'm tries, " you decided on tell him.

" Is your species indigenous to this planet? Are you part of any organization? Military? Have you ever interacted with non-humanoid species? Are you familiar with the "Prospectors"? " Svarog began spitting out question after question. All the questions made you very dizzy very fast. Especially given you did not understand a single word that came out of him.

" 'm dunno wha dat means, " you mumbled hesitantly while gripping the plush in your arms, suddenly feeling scared that Svarog would do something to you.

" Then let's start from the basics. What do you know? What's the last thing you remember? What is your current objective? " Svarog quickly decided to ask instead.

He truly did not leave much time between responses. You rubbed your head, taking a deep breath like your s/o always instructed to help calm you. It made you feel much better. His footing shifted, metal clashing against the concrete under their feet. Your eyes still remained on him in a curious manor, even if Svarog was making you nervous. His whole vibe was so intense.

" Ummm... 'm hads Mac n Cheese! " you decided to tell him fairly randomly, unconscious wiggling as you remember how good it had tasted. You really liked Mac n Cheese.

" Hmm.. it would seem this girl's mind has been wiped... " Svarog spoke to himself, though obviously you could hear it. You titled his head, but mostly allowed him to decide this.

" Do you remember how old you are? What your favorite color is or what your favorite toy is other than your stuffy? " he soon added after you had given your bodily reactions. He seemed to react to nonverbal reactions just as much as verbal. The questions quickly made you smile, feeling excitedly to respond.

" 'm ums, 3! an 'm like rainbow. an 'm dunno toy ones 'cause dis 'm favorites bu no tell da rest! " you ended your words with a soft giggle. You then hugged the plush in your arms tightly, swinging your arms back and forth as you had.

" Hmm, it seems that you can't remember anything of your past. Are you capable of learning? Like, could I teach you how to play a board game or a new language? "

You paused to look up at him again. Your grip loosened on the plush in your arms. Your legs were starting to hurt so you sat down on the ground. A quiet pout made it's way on your lips from all the questions. You found it was mean that he didn't think that you could learn anything, or had even considered it. It wasn't like you were an alien, you were from the very town he protected.

" 'm sounds hards, " you decided as you thought about what he wanted to teach you. You let out a soft whine. All these questions were making you bored and stressed. You looked around, seemingly looking for something else to do while you swung your feet so they went back and forth, then ran into each other.

" Hmm, what would be an easy game that we could try? " Svarog asked himself while shifting his arms to cross over his chest. The various metal of his body creeked and clicked as he did so.

" You seem to love your toy, perhaps you like throwing things? How about we try a game of fetch? Does that sound like it could be fun to you? "

The very notion out of the robot made you feel offened. The first thing you could think of was that he wanted to throw your special stuffie. You gasped and pressed the plush against your chest, turning slightly to protect the plush from Svarog.

" 'm no gonna throw him! " you yelled at Svarog, feeling flabbergasted he would even suggest such a thing.

" No no, he would be too precious to throw! " he counted quickly while waving his hands in front of himself in a panicked manor. He seemed so oddly expressive, more so than you've ever really seen before from a robot. An audible sigh came from him.

" Let's try something else. I know a song, "Twinkle twinkle little star", could you follow along if I sang it to you and copied my actions? " he suggested, feeling proud of himself for the ideas he's been able to come up with. The idea made you tilt your head, but it sounded very fun. You smiled and nodded, getting up from the ground quickly. You set your favorite plush on the ground out of the way to watch them play before coming back to him.

" 'm tries! " you declared excitedly, wiggling to express such excitement.

Svarog starts singing the song and does a little dance while singing and looks to see if you are copying him. Every time he moved his joints creeked and clicked. The noise was oddly satisfying to you, you liked it. You tried your best to mirror him, singing loudly, but sloppily. Though you were having fun, you were messing up a lot. You didn't quite understand that he was testing you. Even if you did know, you would probably be okay with it honestly. He seemed so cool and nice!

Svarog keeps singing and doing the dance, but watches closely, and starts to sing slower and slower whenever you mess up a bit to give you more time to follow along. You giggle loudly from how much fun you were having. Now that Svarog was moving slower you were having less of a hard time keeping up. Your motor skills weren't the best when you regressed. Once you seemed to have gotten the hang of it, Svarog speeds up the pace a little bit to try and keep the song going and make it a bit more of a game.

You tried your best to keep up, however, it did quickly became too fast for you to keep up with. Your shoe from your dominant foot got caught on some of the cemete, making you truly and fall. You tried to catch yourself from instinct, but it didn't really work. Your hands throbbed in pain and so did your knees, but your knees hurt the most. Slowly you moved to sit on the cemete you had fallen onto. Your knees were bleeding quite bad, but thankfully your hands were okay. You began to cry in pain. Svarog stops very quickly and comes over to you, kneeling down next to you.

" Oh no, are you alright? Do you need any medicine or a band-aid? What part of you hurts? Point to it, " he spoke in as soft of a tone as his programming allowed him to.

" 'm knee, " you hiccuped out as you showed Svarog the boo boo on your knee. Svarog looks at the ouchie and carefully wipes away the tears with his hand.

" Oh, that looks really sore. How about I go and grab some band-aid and some medicine. Would you want that? "

You nod in response while you softly cried. Unconsciously, you relaxed unto the robots touch while he tried to wipe away the tears on your face. Svarog picks you up so that you are resting comfortably in his arms, being sure to avoid putting pressure on your knees.

" I'll go and grab the band-aids and medicine, I'll be back as soon as possible little one. Is that okay? "

You reached your arms up as Svarog leaned in to pick you up, quickly clinging onto him once he did pick you up from the ground. You hiccuped softly while crying from the pain. It was hard to form words, so all you did was nodding once more to the question that had been asked. Due to your distress, you end up forgetting about the stuffie friend waiting on the ground for you. Svarog holds you gently and carries you to his medical kit. He carefully bandages and applies some anti-infection cream to the injury. You carefully swung his legs back and forth when Svarog was all done making your boo boos better. He found this very cute. Then he carefully set you back down onto your feet. He grabs a bottle of orange juice and some cookies.

" There we go. How does that look? Better? Do you think some orange juice and cookies would make you feel better? "

" Yes pease, " you asked softly with a sniffle.

" What can I get you first? " He looks at the juice bottle and the box of cookies in his hands. " Hmm... Juice is healthy, but cookies are yummy. Which do you want little guy? "

" Umm... Cookies! " you giggled out happily, seeming cheer up now that your knees didn't hurt anymore. Well, they did a little, but you were quickly forgotting about the pain.

" A good choice, " Svarog says cheerfully. " What kind of cookies would you like? " He holds out his hand over the open box, letting you pick what you want from the box.

" 'm like sugar cookies, " you quietly told him as you gently took the sugar cookies out of the box. You quietly munched on them once you had them in your small hands.

" Oh, you picked my favorite type too! " Svarog says with a smile, picking a sugar cookie out of the box and pretending to eat it. " They're so yummy, aren't they? "

The action made you squeal and break into giggles. You knew he couldn't actually eat food, but it made you happy to see that he liked the same food as you... even if it is pretend. Svarog then picks up the juice box and shows it to you.

" Do you want some of this too? " he offered. You nodded excitedly, reaching out for the juice box.

" Pease, " you asked politely.

" A great choice! " Svarog says, while opening the juice box.

You waited patiently for it to be opened before drinking from it. You rocked yourself back and forth to stim, soothing yourself unconsciously. When Svarog finished, he held it up so that you can start drinking. However, he doesn't let you take the box. Rather, he feeds it to you in an adorable manor.

" Have you ever tried this juice before? It will give you lots of vitamins and energy. " Svarog asked cheerfully to you he watches you drink the juice.

" 'm dunno, " you answered honestly, really not sure. Your memory always became very bad when you became little. Svarong gently pets your hair while thinking about how cute you are.

" Oh, it's okay if you don't know! What else would you like to talk or play? Do you know any other songs with simple moves I could dance along to? Or perhaps a game like 'I Spy' where I could hide something for you and then you would try to find it? "

You felt better at his reassurance that having bad memory is okay. You didn't feel as gross about it anymore. However the game description confused you. You were pretty sure that wasn't how 'I spy' worked. You looked just as confused as your thoughts sounded in your head. Soon, you giggled at his silliness.

" Dats no I spy! " you told him, giggling your words out with a smile.

" Oh! Can you hide something for me to find then? And then I'll hide something for you to find? That will make it extra fun! " Svarog says excitedly, his body language showing a kind and happy vibe. He didn't seem to understand what you meant. You giggled louder as he talked about the game. The loud giggle was very rare for you, given you were generally a quiet little girl.

" Yous plays I spy like dis sillys! I spy wif my wittle eye somefings... " You trailed off, looking around for something. " .. pink! " you decided proudly with a happy smile. Svarog lights on his body grew brighter from happiness seeing how happy you are, it's always a joy to see the little girl happy. Soon, he picked you up and held you close.

" Oh! Does that mean I have to find something pink? Is it hidden in this room? " he asked. You giggled excitedly while bouncing in his arms to express the happiness.

" Oh, how adorable, " Svarog says, unable to contain a little happy laugh. It made you pout, but quickly you became distracted again.

" Alright, I'm ready to play. I'll close my eyes real quick and you hide the object before I open them, " Svarog does so, keeping his eyes shut tight.

Though you couldn't really tell if his eyes were actually closed. He wasn't playing the game right, but you decide to make him happy you would play along with his rules. Besides, maybe it'll be fun! You carefully got down from his arms, searching your pockets for something pink. You were happy to find one of the many odd flowers you often yoinked while exploring when little. You giggled quietly to yourself before carefully hiding it behind some scraps of metal. When you finished you ran back to him and grabbed onto his arm, tugging it so that he knew he was there.

" 'm done, " you verbally told him, only to let go so you could suck your thumb.

Svarog carefully opens his eyes and looks around the room, wondering where you hid the flower.

" Where could it be... " Svarog says, thinking to himself as he looks around the room for the object, carefully avoiding any sharp objects or places where the little girl could get hurt, seeing as you were following him around excitedly. He was right, this version of the game is fun!

" Hmm... " he hums quietly to himself, deep in thought and concentration as he scans the room for the object. You waited patiently, unable to contain your giggles every time that Svarog cane close to where the flower was hidden. Svarog's lights flicker excitedly as he spots the flower.

" Ah-hah! I found it! " He chuckles and picks the flowers up, standing up and holding the flowers towards you to show you. You squealed happily, jumping up and down as Svarog found it. " Now it is my turn. Are you ready? "

You calmed down, nodding excitedly when told it is your turn. You closed your eyes tightly and patiently. You couldn't wait to see what he had hidden for you to find. Though, you were starting to feel a bit tired from all the excitement.

" 'm ready Mr! "

" Very well then, " Svarog says cheerfuly, as he gently sets the flowers on a nearby table and waited for you to close your eyes. " I'm going to hide something very special now, it is my best hidden place, very secret. If you find it I will give you 3 wishes, okay? " Svarog says, making sure he said it right.

" Kay! " you squealed excitedly.

" Alright I'm all hidden now! " Svarog says happily. You opened your eyes and curiously looked around. You were already struggling to find it, making you pout. Soon you looked at him with said pout.

" I will give you just a little hint to give you a head start, alright? Just a tiny little bit. "

" Kay, " you responded softly.

" Okay? Okay! My hint is: It's up high! " Svarog says, clearly holding back the urge to just tell you where it is.

With this hint, you tried your best to look up in high places while being careful of the stuff around them. Even with the hint it was obvious you were struggling heavily. You couldn't seem to find it anywhere. You took a deep breath as your s/o had always told you when you were getting frustrated. It always became hard for you to breathe when you became too frustrated.

" 'm dunno where's, " you whined at Svarog, hoping that the robot would help a little more. Even so, you had a look of determination.

Svarog can't help but feel very happy as he watched your determined face. It made his lights flicker softly from happiness of spending time with you.

" Take your time little one, don't worry. Take as much time as you need! There is no time limit, just don't give up, and I know you will find it, I know you can. "

With these words, you carefully waddle yourself over to Svarog. You hugged his leg while looking up at him. He's tall... so maybe it was him? Then again, everything looked so big to you when you felt this little. It was hard to tell what actually was big and what wasn't.

" Is it yous? "

Svarog starts trying not to laugh at the silliness of it as he holds you close to him once you hugged his leg. He gaves you a soft hug and a few small cheek rubs to help sooth your frustrated feelings. You pouted at Svarog, but relaxed as he hugged you. The affection comforted you and helped you calm down.

" No little one, it's not me. It's something I hid because I know I'll forget where I put it! " he chuckled lightly. " But I put it in a very clever hiding spot, so I'm sure you will find it soon. "

You gave a small nod, hesugsntlr letting go of Svarog and returning to trying to find the object. You weren't really sure you would be able to find the object. You didn't even have any hints as to what it looked like. You kept looking around the room, but didn't seem to have much luck. After awhile you yawned and rubbed at your eyes, but still tried to find it. You wanted to make Svarog proud of you and keep him happy. Svarog chuckled, grabbing your attention but only for a split second.

" You can take a break if you need to little one, do you need a nap? " Svarog says, with another soft chuckle to go with it, clearly not being in any rush for you to complete the search, and being more than happy to let your try however long you needed to or wanted to.

" Or are you determined to finish finding that hidden object before you rest? It is okay if you're tired, I won't be disappointed or anything, " he reassured, which did ease you to give into how tired you felt.

" Is oki? " you asked hesitantly, even though he had very clearly said it was in fact okay. Svarog nods and gives you an understanding smile.

" That's alright little one; we could try again in a little while. Are you sleepy? Would you like to lay down somewhere? " Svarog says while kneeling down to your height. It made you feel so little. " Or do you just want to sleep in my arms? " He adds with a kind chuckle and opening his arms to invite you in.

You quietly, and sleepily, waddled yourself over to him. You collapse into his arms to which he welcomed you with a big bear hug. You couldn't help but relax into him and cling to him. He picked you up in one swift motion. It was fairly easy for him to carry and hold you. You leaned against him carefully, pressing your cheek against his shoulder while more yawns escaped you.

" 'm dunno, " you whispered, being too sleepy to decide anything anymore. Svarog gives you a soft hug and stroked your hair.

" You're really tired little one aren't you? Would you like me to take you to your room so you could lay down? Or would you like me to let you sleep in my arms? " Svarog asks, his face lighting up once again with a soft, happy, and kind bodily language to match.

" 'm wanna bes wif yous, " you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes after.

Svarog admored how adorable you are, being overcome with happiness at your choice. He has gotten rather attached to you in such a small time. Your young mental space reminded him much of how Clara was at this age. The memories comforted him.

" Alright, let's go lay in bed then, we can snuggle together, " he suggested, starting to walk slowly towards a side door, which leads into a room.

" Are you comfortable? Is the way I'm holding you okay? " he asked just in case. You just nodded very slowly. You were comfortable, clearly. While Svarog walked, you began to doze off in his arms.

" Are you falling asleep on me? " Svarog hums quietly, looking down at you then he starts to laugh a little bit. " Hmm, I guess you must be very tired huh? " he adds with a happy chuckle.

" Alright, let's go lay down, " he continues toward the bedroom, still holding you closely to him. You tried to fight your sleep, but ended up falling asleep before they even got to the room.

Svarog chuckles happily as he notices that you are sleeping, before carrying you into the room, laying you down carefully onto the bed. You curl up on the bed once placed onto it. He looks down at the sleeping girl, lights still glowing brightly from happiness.

" My little angel is so cute, so soft and adorable... " He adds with a whisper. He stands back up and moves a stuffed bear next to you to comfort you. You sucked your thumb while you slept peacefully and cuddled the stuffie. Then, Svarog goes up to sit in a rocking chair nearby.

Svarog smiles and watches over you as you sleep for a while, while sitting on the rocking chair. He gently rocks himself to and fro while he looks down at you. You are so peaceful, so full of pure innocence. Seeing you sleep brings happiness to Svarog, he feels so full of emotion. He wants to protect you from the dangers of this world, he wants his little friend to be loved and protected. Just as he had done for Clara.

He stays there for a while, simply watching and keeping watch over the sleeping girl.

[tangledinink]

Heya! First off I’m around halfway through teenage mutant what now and it is the funniest fic I have ever read - Beautifully written and overall brilliant but the jokes get me every time

And second, is it okay if I reference a pose from one of your gemini artworks for my own work? I’ll credit the inspiration if I post it anywhere ^^

whew we're overdue for an ask dump,,, OKAY ALRIGHT.

THANK YOU ; w ; I'm really glad you like it hehehehe. also yeah sure feel free! I don't mind! ^^

HEHEHE THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU

oh he DEFINITELY freaked out at first. there was a lot of panicking and confusion and "how could this even happen?!" ("you think i'd genetically engineer a creature that's not capable of reproducing? all of you should be genetically compatible with practically any yokai," draxum said. "AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO, I DUNNO, TELL US THAT?!" donnie said.) but eventually, he did calm down, and he and his partner talked about it (a bunch, multiple times), and eventually some of the panic gave way to... curiosity, first of all... and then maybe kind of excitement? and some fondness? i mean, he was still pretty scared, and sure, he doesn't really consider himself a 'kid' person, but it's not like he never thought about EVENTUALLY having kids, just maybe... not so soon? but. i mean.

well. if they're already cooking...

THANK YOU ; w ; i'm glad you like them! @kiwi-smug-silvalina

oh gosh, that's a good question. i'm not entirely sure... uhmmm... i would say perhaps... details about how gemini!donnie's witchcraft looks and acts, VS how venus's witchcraft looks and acts...

it is very shiny. i like that people call it "the bean" instead of its actual title coz it pisses anish kapoor off.

ah ; w ; THANK YOU SO MUCH,,, thats so sweet and this made me very happy,,, <3 im glad you liked it!!!! @allegedllama

HEHEHE thank you. yes im aware that i am deranged.

omg same hat!!! i was a lifeguard and it was.... uh.... INTERESTING to say the least... (sometimes lovely, sometimes AWFUL...) @datfearlesschick

if by games you mean 'messed up deals that she can manipulate to her own advantage,' then yes! @frogonamelon

@beannary @spectralsleuth @heckitall @livsinpjs and the sep council as a whole!!! y'all's support has definitely meant so much and there's no way i'd have gotten as far with any of my projects as i have without them... or without literally ANY of the people who take the time to do things like reblog with tags, leave commentary in the tags, send in asks about my stories, etc etc etc! that's definitely one of my main motivators to create more!!! <3 thank y'all!

EEEE this made me smile, hehehehe. thank you :3c @thejavavoid

AAAAAA THANK YOU THIS GENUINELY MADE ME SO HAPPY COZ I WAS SO GODDAMN PROUD OF THOSE HANDS AND HOW THEY CAME OUT ; w ; THANK YOU @onejellyfishplease

thank you!!! u w u @fanrulerjynx

THANK YOU ; w ; I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS,,, it made me very very very happy and HEHEHE IM GLAD YOU LIKE YASSIFIED DRAXUM,,, i just think he DESERVES it, y'know? also thats just my favorite way to draw characters lmao I think it's fun so I decided for this comic I just get to indulge...

not necessarily-- this was mostly just a coincidence! @breezehurricane

oh gosh. i'm not sure, but i know it definitely WILL affect their parenting... i think at first donnie will find himself just... deferring to his partner a LOT in almost any situation because he's afraid that he'll fuck it up, because he DOESN'T feel like he understands proper boundaries or what parenting is supposed to look like, etc etc etc, and he's afraid he'll mess up. he probably reads a TON of parenting books as well because RESEARCH and will often try to pull directly from them in any situation he can, and is confused when things don't go exactly the way they were described in the text... leo i think kind of tends to flounder between being overprotective and feeling the desire to protect his son from everything and anything and wanting to overcorrect this tendency by pulling back and trying to give him as much freedom and space as possible, which sometimes leads to some... inconsistencies. there's definitely a learning curve for both of them, but they both get the hang of it eventually. they both have lovely partners and a very loving and supportive family to help them and they'll figure it out with a bit of practice.

ahhh thank you! :D im so delighted that my silly stories actually inspired something for you!!! hell yeah!!! MAKING THINGS IS GREAT!!! THANK YOU!!! @can-elope

i like to imagine them all staying very close, especially coz i'm loosely planning on them all going through the kraang-apocalypse together (and then coming through to the other side!) so i can't imagine them ever drifting too far from each other, emotionally or geographically. there's a bit of a rocky start for a lot of them, but all of the siblings end up a very tight-knit bunch.

[taydance]

nhl awards

June 27, 2024

The heat of the Vegas summer doesn’t stand a chance against the flash of camera shutters on the red carpet outside the NHL Awards.

Stepping onto the carpet to a chorus of cheers and camera flashes is the Hughes family. And they came ready.

Victoria, fresh off her Walter Cup championship and Ilana Kloss Playoff MVP win, turns heads. She’s got the confidence of someone who just owned her rookie postseason, and she’s soaking up the attention. Flanking her are her three brothers—Quinn, Jack, and Luke.

As they hit the carpet, the photographers go wild—especially when the four siblings pose together.

Kathryn Tappen welcomes the Hughes siblings to her spot on the carpet.

"Alright, it's the Hughes takeover. Quinn, Norris nominee. Luke, Calder nominee. Jack, back and healthy. And Victoria—you've had a huge year. First overall pick, Walter Cup, Playoff MVP... how's it feel to be crashing the NHL Awards tonight?" Kathryn asked

"Honestly? I love it. I grew up watching this night, watching these guys. Now I get to show up with a trophy of my own and steal the mic for a bit." Victoria said

"She was born for the red carpet." Luke said

"That's true. The boys have two speeds: game day and hoodie season. I'm out here giving range." Victoria said

"We're just proud she didn't trip on her dress." Quinn teased

"Yet." Jack added

Later, the four siblings do a group interview for Sportsnet.

"Who's the most competitive?" The host asked

"Me." All four said

Jack laughs.

"This is why we can't play Monopoly." Jack said

"We tried a family Mario Kart night. It ended with Luke storming out." Victoria revealed

"She used a blue shell on me at the finish line! Don't act like that wasn't personal." Luke defended

The theater buzzed with excitement as the camera panned across rows of players in sharp suits, executives in glittering gowns, and nervous family members clutching each other’s hands. The stage lights glinted off the polished trophy table, and among them, the James Norris Memorial Trophy—a glistening symbol of defensive excellence—stood tall.

"And now... the James Norris Memorial Trophy, awarded annually to the defenseman who demonstrates the greatest all-around ability at the position throughout the season." The announcer started

Quinn sat quietly in his seat, flanked by his brothers and sister. His tie was slightly loosened, hands folded together in his lap. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but he could feel the thump of his heart in his chest. Victoria leaned over, nudging him with her elbow.

"You better have a good speech ready." Victoria said

Jack grinned from the other side. Ellen reached out and gently squeezed Quinn's knee.

"No matter what happens, we're proud of you." Ellen said

Onstage, the presenter smiled as the camera cut to the three finalists.

"Your finalists: Cale Makar of the Colorado Avalanche... Roman Josi of the Nashville Predators... and Quinn Hughes of the Vancouver Canucks." The presenter said

The camera zoomed in on Quinn as the crowd cheered. He gave a quick wave and a modest smile.

"And the 2023-24 James Norris Memorial Trophy goes to... Quinn Hughes!" The presenter announced

The theater erupted. Victoria let out a high-pitched scream, standing up so fast she nearly knocked over her mom. Jack and Luke tackled Quinn in a quick hug before shoving him toward the stage.

Quinn made his way up, trying to hide the overwhelmed expression on his face. He shook the presenter’s hand and stepped up to the mic, the Norris gleaming beside him. He glanced down at it for a moment, shook his head in disbelief, and looked out at the crowd.

"Wow. I—uh... I don't even know where to start." Quinn said

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips.

"I grew up watching guys win this trophy, never really thinking one day i'd be standing here. I'm incredibly honored." Quinn said

He paused, eyes finding his family. Victoria beamed at him, Jack was already wiping under his eyes (and pretending he wasn’t), Luke gave him a thumbs-up, and their parents looked like they might burst.

"To my family—Mom, Dad, Vic, Jack, Luke... thank you. You guys have believed in me since I was a little kid skating around the driveway. Everything I've done has been with your support behind me. I wouldn't be here without you." Quinn said

He turned back to the crowd.

"To my teammates, the Vancouver Canucks organization, and the fans—this is for you too. It's been a special year, and I'm so grateful to be part of it." Quinn said

As he walked off stage, trophy in hand, the Hughes family rushed to the side, pulling him into a group hug. Victoria kissed his cheek.

"You're officially the best defenseman in the league. Guess we'll let you win one thing." Victoria teased

Quinn rolled his eyes but laughed, tightening his grip on the trophy.

"Shut up." Quinn said

Jim put a hand on Quinn's back.

"You earned this, buddy. Every bit of it." Jim said

And as the cameras flashed and fans cheered, the Hughes family stood together—four siblings and two proud parents—united by a love for the game and an even stronger love for each other.

Later, it was time for the Calder Memorial Trophy. The host stepped up to the microphone, envelope in hand. On the massive screen behind him, a highlight reel played—the three Calder finalists: Brock Faber, Luke Hughes, and Connor Bedard.

Luke’s montage got its fair share of cheers. His coast-to-coast rushes, tape-to-tape passes, and steady poise under pressure filled the screen. Jack leaned back in his chair, nudging Victoria with a proud grin. Their parents clapped quietly, watching their youngest take it all in.

"And the winner of the 2024 Calder Memorial Trophy... Connor Bedard!" The presenter announced

The room erupted in applause, but over in the Hughes family’s row, it was... mixed.

Jack gave Luke a quick clap on the back, proud. Ellen leaned over to whisper something encouraging. Jim smiled, though his eyes stayed on his son, just checking in. Luke just nodded, offered a modest clap for Connor, and leaned back in his chair like he expected it.

Victoria, on the other hand, made a face. A full-on, unimpressed, “you’ve gotta be kidding me” kind of face. She didn’t say anything—yet—but Jack caught it and immediately smirked.

"You good?" Jack asked

"He was robbed." Victoria muttered

Her arms were crossed, unimpressed. Quinn chuckled quietly.

"Here we go." Quinn said

"I'm just saying." Victoria said

She gestured subtly toward the stage as Connor accepted the trophy.

"Luke carried the Devils' blue line all season. No offense to Mr. Golden Boy, but—" Victoria started

"Toto." Luke interrupted

He shot her a look — a mix of gratitude and "please don't get us kicked out". She raised her hands in surrender.

"I'm done. I'm done. Congrats to him. Whatever." Victoria said

Jack leaned over, smirking.

"You're worse than Mom when I didn't win MVP in Juniors." Jack whispered

"Because you also should've won." Victoria said, flatly

As Connor wrapped his speech, the cameras briefly panned over the runner-ups. Luke gave a little wave and a gracious smile.

But Victoria? Still visibly unimpressed.

And somewhere, probably in the edit bay of the awards broadcast, a producer flagged the footage for later—because that face was going viral.

Luke tugged at his suit collar as they exited the main hall, a security escort parting the crowd so the families and players could get through. He was as calm as ever, stopping for a few handshakes and congratulations. But the second they were out of the public eye, Victoria was already on him.

"Okay, but seriously, you're telling me Bedard winning was more impressive than you playing 82 games and leading every rookie d-man in, like, everything?" Victoria asked

Luke just gave her a look.

"Toto." Luke warned

"No, because I'm trying to understand. You quarterbacked a team's power play. He was on a team that finished, what, 30th?" Victoria asked

"Twenty-ninth." Quinn corrected, smirking

"Thank you, Quinn. See? He didn't even carry the Blackhawks. He got carried—by hype." Victoria said

Jack laughed, slinging an arm around Luke.

"Don't listen to her. You played great, bud. You'll just have to win a Norris next year to shut everyone up." Jack said

"Already penciled it in." Luke replied, dryly

Jack let out a laugh.

"You handled everything with so much grace. We're so proud of you." Ellen said

"Thanks, Mom. It's not a big deal." Luke said

Victoria snorted.

"You know who says 'it's not a big deal'? People who got robbed." Victoria said

Ellen gave her daughter a look.

"Victoria Eleanor." Ellen warned

"I said what I said." Victoria replied, unrepentant

They finally made it into the reception area where players, families, and media were mingling. Connor Bedard was already surrounded by a crowd, trophy in hand. Luke didn’t look twice—just grabbed a water bottle and leaned against a wall with Jack and Quinn.

Victoria, meanwhile, scanned the room like a hawk. Jack followed his twin’s gaze.

"You're not going to fight him, are you?" Jack asked

"Obviously not. I'm just gonna walk by and accidentally say something sarcastic. Loudly." Victoria replied

Luke groaned.

"Please don't." Luke begged

Victoria grinned.

"Fine. I'll behave. For now." Victoria said

Vegas glittered in the distance, but up on the 38th floor, everything felt still. The party was winding down inside the suite—Jack and Luke were bickering over who got to sleep closest to the Norris Trophy, and Ellen had finally convinced Jim to stop trying to repack it in its box.

Out on the balcony, Quinn sat in a hoodie and sweats, elbows on his knees, drink in hand. The cool desert breeze cut the heat, just enough to make it feel real.

The sliding door cracked open.

Victoria stepped out quietly, wearing her Minnesota warmup jacket over leggings, a far cry from the heels and gown she'd had on earlier. Her hair was up now, messy bun style. She dropped into the chair beside him with a small sigh. Quinn looked at his younger sister.

"You changed fast." Quinn commented

Victoria smirked.

"Heels were killing me. Also, I'm not trying to impress the Norris Trophy." Victoria said

Quinn chuckled.

"It'd be flattered if you did." Quinn said

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the traffic hum far below.

"You know I always thought you'd be the first one to win something like this." Victoria said

Quinn tilted his head.

"Really?" Quinn asked

"Yeah. Even when we were little. You were always the steady one. Calm, smart. You didn't need to be loud. You just... were. This is exactly where you're supposed to be." Victoria said

Quinn didn't say anything for a second. Just let her words settle.

"I've never been really good at talking about this stuff. But it means a lot coming from you." Quinn said

Victoria nudged his arm with her shoulder.

"You were always the one I chased. In the weight room. On the ice. Even in the driveway." Victoria said

"You caught up." Quinn said

He smiled sideways at her.

"Then blew past me." Quinn added

Victoria grinned.

"Damn right I did." Victoria said

They both laughed. Quinn glanced at the city.

"It's weird. I thought winning it would feel like some huge explosion. But it's just... calm. Like, I did what I set out to do. And now I just want to keep getting better." Quinn said

Victoria nodded in agreement.

"That's the part no one sees. It's not the trophy—it's the grind after." Victoria said, wisely

Quinn looked at her, proud and quiet.

"You get it." Quinn said

Victoria leaned back in her chair, eyes closed, arms folded.

"Of course I do. I'm a Hughes." Victoria boasted

Quinn laughed.

"Yeah. You are." Quinn agreed

The door slid open again. Jack popped his head out.

"Yo. Luke's trying to use the Norris as a pillow." Jack said

Victoria groaned. Quinn stood and stretched.

"Alright. Let's go rescue the trophy." Quinn said

Victoria followed him inside, tossing a final glance back at the Vegas skyline. Her big brother, a Norris winner. And somehow, still just Quinn.

[ultimateissuessimp]

Rota

One shot

Word count: 616

Warnings: My stupidity (Meaning crack fic)

Four men were out in the club in Madripoor. Who could that be? Why, Zemo, Bucky, Sam and Y/N of course! They've been there for half an hour and already there were dudes and girls alike trying to get into either of their pants. Unlucky for them, two of them were off limits and the other two while single, they were not there to mingle. Yet that didn't seem to stop the swarm. Especially that one German guy, who seemed to be eyeing Y/N all night long since they've all had walked inside. He was persistent, not giving up until he got what he wanted, oh how ironic. The only thing he didn't account for was how unhinged Y/N could be at times and that a certain baron was highly unamused with his attempts, shooting him distasteful looks and groaning each time the guy said something so stupid he almost lost braincells.

-Oh come on, cutie. Don't be like that, I'm much better of a company than those dimwits that came with you - the guy said, his German accent heavy in his voice as he spoke, leaning uncomfortably close towards Y/N on the bar, staring at him like he was the finest piece of meat on the market.

-I highly doubt that, mein Freund. One of those "dimwits" as you called them is my husband and I would really suggest you stop hitting on me. Well, unless you'd like to leave this building in a body bag - Y/N said, rolling his eyes before take a sip of his drink, turning his head towards Helmut to observe his reactions.

-Yeah? I bet he doesn't treat you right, you could go for a guy so much better, like me perhaps and keep those empty threats to yourself, we both know that if I give you just a little taste, you won't be able to get enough of me - the man kept going, pushing and pushing like a bulldozer. He even dared to touch Y/N's bicep. Moments before Zemo could interfere, smoke almost coming out of his nostrils, something in Y/N snapped and he suddenly stood up and face the man completely, taking in a pose that could only be described as an anime fan doing the stand for their Attack on Titan anthem.

-Nie będzie Niemiec pluł nam w twarz, ni dzieci nam germanił! Orężny wstanie hufiec nasz, Duch będzie Nam hetmanił! - Y/N started singing a Polish song from the times of World War II, a one that he had learned some time ago, not knowing that one day he would actually use it, but holy hell did it feel good to see the absolute shock and confusion on the German's face. He was truly stunned. So stunned in fact that he couldn't even form a coherent answer, further on making a fool of himself and after finally realising that, he simply walked away, leaving Y/N alone.

Over the loud music, he could hear his husband absolutely losing his shit, laughing hard and almost doubling over because of it since he understood most of what Y/N just sang, the two languages, Polish and Sokovian being somewhat similar, letting him catch out certain words or phrases and actually understand them. Y/N turned to his husband with a cheeky grin on his face, leaning back on the bar before taking his drink into his hand and downing it in one go.

-I fucking can't deal with idiots… - he muttered, proud of himself as the grin never left his face for the next minutes they've stayed near the bar, chuckling from time to time as they've reminiscened about the guy's facial expression when he started singing.

[emilydaisymasters]

Scene 12 - The Process

Scene 12 is officially my final animated scene, and marks the completion of the animation portion of my project! It's been a long road to get here, but I feel so gratified having pushed through and finished this. The process of creating this scene is explained below.

The Extras

As may be remembered, I completed the sketch for this short animation some time ago, and recently got around to lining and colouring it properly. As the base for the animation was 100% complete, polishing it up took no time at all.

When placed into the scene, I added some highlights to blend them in further, skipping out on the idea of shadows as I wanted this scene to feel bright and immersive. As they are running down and behind a hill in this shot, I took to creating new key frames and erasing parts of their body until fully hidden, to remove the need for creating more layers than it was worth.

As for the burgers, I created a three frame loop and had them wiggle as they're being grilled, while also animating some spits from the base of the burgers to really hone in on the frying effect. These run in a 30 frame loop with some mismatched timings so as to make the loop less rigid. The burgers got some minor highlights, more of a sheen, as it was easier to add these to the three frames manually than to mess with the nodes. For Dad's hand, I referenced my own hand and created a flip using seven unique poses. I added some node highlighting to the hand to mimic the usual highlights I give to the characters, despite the small part it plays in the composition.

Animating Em

When it came to animating Em, it was quite easy, as the movement is so minimal in this scene, with it being reserved entirely for her arms and head. I began by creating a base frame to work from, and created a few key frames from there by making minimal tweaks. Once again, the most fun in this part was animating the hair, as making it sway always adds some life to the character. I was able to clip the tree from my original background illustration and import it as a PNG overlay, making placing the character even easier, since I didn't have to worry about erasing her body to fit behind the tree.

As can be seen, getting the right layer order was the trick here, since having three independent portions of animation sit atop the right parts of the scene, whilst moving in tandem with each other isn't entirely easy. I did work it out however.

My node view looks as it usually does as well, with my general technique once again serving its purpose here.

Overall, I am pretty happy with this scene. I think my emotions are a little supressed surrounding it since I am just glad to be out of the animation trenches, but I'm proud of what I have achieved regardless. It feels strange to be able to tell myself 'You're done animating', but I finally can, and it's such a relief. Looking back through my animated scenes for this project, I really get a sense of how far I've come with it, and how much I've developed my skills in the process, but I'll detail my thoughts surrounding that in a separate post. This full scene will be uploaded after this post.

[characterdesignillustration]

FINAL REFLECTION

Finally finished. It took a very long time, lots of hours in the polytechnic and at home for a result I feel I can be proud of. If this course has taught me anything it's that character design takes a lot more time and planning than I would've guessed. That'd be something to keep in mind for the future, when planning for a design making sure to allocate more time than I'd think I need to compensate for my overly ambitious projects. My goal with this project was to improve as a designer generally, I didn't really have a defined goal, but I most certainly came out a much better designer, and a much better artist. Those practice exercises with the poses helped me get a good grasp on human anatomy which was something I wanted to learn but never knew how to approach. For this final piece in particular I had an idea in mind with these skeletal owl creatures, I knew I wanted to do something with that, but I needed to create a story for them to exist in. So, Hunter Price was created to serve the setting first rather than the character design, which kind of shows. His design isn't too detailed or overly interesting, but it's more to contrast with the weirdness of the new world he's found himself in. What helped cement his character in my head was when I wrote out a day in his life, just to get a feel for what sort of person he was, that helped me visualize him better. Honestly, the final project came together better than I thought it did, I took risks (coloured outlines, detailed setting design, fisheye perspective (not really a conventional perspective used in film posters)) and they paid off really well and in the future I'll be more open to experimentation/risk with my designs. Though, it's not all positive, I felt like Hunter's head design could've been a lot more solid, especially considering my previous designs in this same course (Leebourne especially) having solid expressions. I guess I was in a rush so it didn't turn out too well, but still, it's passable. I'd definitely spend more time on the character design aspect in the future as my characters generally aren't too unique looking with basic sets of clothing and normal looking facial features, just sort of regular people. But then again, I've always disliked overly complex character designs, just visual noise, but I still could've done better because sometimes the most simplistic designs are the most memorable. But, with the skills I've developed I can finally get onto some personal projects of mine that've been sitting within the vaults of my mind, I finally feel confident in my ability to produce something that's up to my quality standard. Overall, I'm pretty satisfied with how this course played out, and it was most certainly my favourite course we've done so far.

[xsewyoux]

For April Fool's day I've decided that I'm going to be the fool and talk more about this piece because I'm super proud of it and I just want to. I'm a rambler so this'll all be under the cut, but if you don't care to read here's the concept I drew when I finally landed on an idea for this.

This game has spun a curse on me 'cause I haven't been able to stop thinking about it but not in the way that games like Smile For Me or Omori did where they gave me brain worms, I just... keep thinking about this game. And since I.V actually made the game quite enjoyable it actually gave me some inspiration to actually make something after almost a year.

Originally my first idea was to remake this Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World poster that you see hung up in everyone's bedrooms, with Vella instead of Scott.

It's hung up for a reason, this is an amazing poster. I had a vague idea of what the poster looked like so while I was sort of struggling to conceptualize the pose, I decided to look it up the poster to see how the title was coming out of the guitar only to find out that the pose I was thinking off was nothing like the poster. I knew I wouldn't be able to adapt the pose but even then I wasn't sure how the hell I was going to do the title the same way; I'm not a graphics designer or a typographer, I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to that. The Scott Pilgrim idea was out, but I still wanted to make a move poster thing with Vella. I eventually what I came up with was her sitting, facing away from the camera, looking down at the guitar she's playing. Either overlayed on her or behind her would be the Golden Alpaca's wings in a spaypainted/stenciled look. In the space above her would be "Vella Wilde is..." and underneath the wings "A Chance Traveler". I really liked the idea but I didn't think it would work without a proper background. I guess solid colour or a gradient would work but I wasn't too confident in that. The background that I thought was like her playing in a bar or a small venue and above her is William and the young woman she saw him wrap his arms around. Then came ripping what I needed from the game and I'm not going to talk about it but all you need to know is that it was actual pain. It's always a mix of pain and familiar comfort when fixing a ripped model in Blender. The models in YIIK don't actually deform the clothes or hair, it's just done through model swaps. And since I'm lazy and didn't want to have to manually scale each corresponding bone the right thing, I instead spent an entire day learning how to use python inside of drivers and then applying that to automatically swap each jacket/skirt/hair/whatever. The script itself is very very very simple but it's way easier to type SimpleJacket(values) like 30 times instead of the whole greater than less than thing. The correct thing to do would be to actually rig the things to properly deform (actually the correct thing would be to make your own freaking model when are you going to get off your butt and learn) but what I ended up with was really satisfying to play around with and use.

As I said at the top I decided to actually draw concept art for this (something I should do more this helped so much) and doing it in Blender kinda sucked thanks to a grease pencil bug that got fixed after I uploaded this.

One of the first things I had in mind for this poster was one of the credits at the bottom to say "Alex Eggleston is a fucking asshole", and at some point I thought it would be cool to have the name be different for the places I upload, between Eggleston and Eagleston. To continue with it, not sure when but before I drew the concept, I also decided to have who Vella's looking at also be different between Tumblr, Twitter, and Bluesky; William and some Essentia, The King and Queen, and Alex and Essentia 2000. And originally the crowd, and specifically them, were going to be drawn. But after drawing the concept and actually trying for the King and Queen, I gave up on that idea. But because of that now I had a problem with the first idea: If I'm not drawing them, I'm going to have to make a model for William's Deviant Perspective appearance to make it clear it's not just Wilfrid. But that's a problem for later.

Once I actually got to work on the crowd, I decided to just put the King and Queen in the middle as Wilfrid and William have the same model in game and it still kinda gets my original point across. Not sure when but I abandoned the idea of having other people in there and settled with it only being the King and Queen. It was also right at the end where I had to scrap the wings as I just couldn't get them to look right at all with how Vella was posed, and I felt that her having her back flat to the camera so that the wings could look right would actually make it look really flat. I tried maybe including the eyes at least but it just muddied the composition so the entire idea had to be scrapped. Of all the changes I'm the most bummed about not getting to include the wings. Though speaking of looking flat, I originally wanted the crowd to have an "IGOR'S THEME" type look to it, like in the concept, but I'm glad I didn't 'cause it also would have looked flat and be kinda claustrophobic.

A last second change was the sort of spot light effect over Wingus and Dingus to highlight them in the crowd. Up until that point it was just a normal fade out bottom to top. Glad I added it, made it look so much better. Honestly one of the hardest parts of this was actually the titling. My plan was to honestly find a font that l liked and also didn't look like crap, put it on an arch and hope for the best. TBH I got lucky with how it turned out. I think it was at this point also decided to compensate not having the others in the crowd with changing the title. On here and Bluesky it's A Chance Traveler (Bluesky got Eagleston while here got Eggleston), and on Twitter it was changed to "Vella Wilde hears... A Distant Voice", referencing the song having two names. In total there's 4 different versions; two Chance Travelers with Eggleston and Eagleston respectfully, and two Distant Voices with Eggleston and Eagleston respectfully as well. Distant Voice Eggleston didn't get uploaded.

Yeah that's kinda it. There were other things like obsessing over the ropesnek thing from the Kisage X movie sleeves, suddenly running out of shadow maps in Blender out of nowhere, triple checking to make sure I didn't misspell Allinson. But overall I'm really proud of what I ended up making, even if it's nothing like what I originally thought of or eventually planned on making. But in the end I actually think that this piece is the one I'm most proud of. yeah thanks for reading (no one read this) april fools I feel like a self absorbed jackass for writing all of this

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[heartricky]

Hi could I request the members reaction to their s/o gives them a gift?

yes of course!! this took me a lot longer than I expected, rip to my exams next week. I'm really terrible at gift giving so I hope my writing is better than my gifts :p

this isn't proof-read I'm way to tired to do that, so if there are some mistakes please ignore them :)

word count: 1691

𝐣𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

after coming home from a long day, all jiwoong wanted to do was crawl into bed and talk to you, but upon walking through the door, there was two things he noticed. one, that you weren't in the living room like you usually were and two, the large bouquet of flowers that sat so beautifully on the dining table.

"baby?" he called out, wondering where you were, and at that moment, you walk into the room ready to give him a big hug. "what is this?"

"I decided that you've helped me so much over the course of our relationship, and even though it won't be able to repay it all, I wanted to get you some flowers as a thank you!" you exclaim, gesturing your hands towards the table.

he smiles, pulling you into a hug almost immediately, kissing the top of your head repeatedly, too amazed to reply.

you get him flowers much more often after seeing his reaction.

𝐡𝐚𝐨

seeing your boyfriend play the violin was always something you'd love, whether he was playing for fun or not. the way he moved the bow across the strings of the violin made you feel so so proud to have such an artistic and talented boyfriend, so when he came home one day from an impromptu class with a friend from university, all pouty and sad, you wanted to know the reason.

it turned out that the repeated rehearsal of this new piece that has had been trying to learn meant that the strings of his bow had degraded over time, and eventually there weren't enough strings on the bow to play effectively.

so a trip to the nearest instrument store was required, but only, you kept it a secret from your talented boyfriend, wanting it to be a cute surprise before he aimed to practice next.

to say that he was beyond happy is an understatement, he might have even teared up a bit, the thought that you had gone out of your own time, researched what bow he used and then gone and gotten it for him so he didn't have to made him so proud to be your boyfriend, he loved you so much and this was all he needed to love you forever and ever.

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧

when shopping with your boyfriend, hanbin had noticed cute phone cases in the window of a store, and practically dragged you in. but when seeing the prices of said cute phone cases, he deflated, unsure of how much money he had left after already paying for some clothing items and your lunch.

but never fear, you were there to save the day, grabbing the pair of phone cases when your boyfriend wasn't looking and paying at the counter. finding your boyfriend now at the front of the store, with a cute pout on his face, you couldn't help but reveal the phone cases immediately, not wanting to keep him sad any longer.

"oh! what's this?" he exclaims, grabbing the bag from your hand and peeking inside, "you didn't!" he almost screams, grabbing you into a tight hug, so happy that you had bought them for the both of you, it had definitely made his day for sure, placing the cases on immediately, showing the matching pair to anyone who could see.

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰

a cute date a couple of days ago between you and matthew had left you both in a photobooth store, with too many strips of poses to count and not much space to store them on the walls of your room.

so when accidentally finding a style of photoframe that could display many cute strips from photobooths, you bought it quickly, ready to place the photos in and give them as a cute gift to your boyfriend, a nice memory of your day out together.

walking over to matthew's dorm, you held the wrapped photogram close to you, ready to hand it over to him, imagining the wide smile on his face, giggling just thinking about it.

he was beyond ecstatic when unwrapping the gift, so happy in fact he ran to place it on his desk, making sure the angle was perfect so that he could look over at any moment and see your cute face.

𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐞

gaining the new nickname amongst fans "fashion taeraerist", your boyfriend had become slightly insecure at his clothing style, asking many of his friends and you yourself whether he did style himself badly when going out.

not wanting to hurt your cute boyfriends feelings - because yes, you did find the joke funny and secretly agreed - you went on a mini shopping spree, buying him a couple of hoodies and t-shirts that were currently in trend, so he could go out and meet fans without worrying about his fashion.

boxing them up and sending them to the planet camp that you unfortunately couldn't enter due to security reasons, you waited for your boyfriend to call you when he received it so you could see what he thought of it.

when taerae was told that. box of clothing had been sent to him, he was confused, how had security let someone random send him clothes? but upon opening the box and reading he cute letter from you, he was no longer worried, flattered that you had gone out of your way to help him with this insecurity, calling you immediately telling you how much he loved you and that he would go and buy you a matching hoodie when he debuted.

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲

when your boyfriend is 'young and rich, tall and handsome' buying gifts for him tends to be a bit difficult, considering he has everything he already wants, and if he wanted something new, he would go and buy it himself instead of telling you.

so with your upcoming one year anniversary, you were beginning to panic, knowing that ricky probably had something lavish and expensive up his sleeve, something that you probably couldn't afford in your wildest dreams, which was making you incredibly stressed.

when ricky had overheard you ranting to your best friend about your stresses concerning the upcoming anniversary, your boyfriend was quick to explain that he didn't want anything expensive for the anniversary, your love and presence was enough. but to you, it wasn't enough, not nearly fair.

so you thought really hard and came up with the idea of making a scrapbook filled with memories of you first year of being in a relationship, glueing in cute photos, ticket stubs to movies, pressed flowers from bouquets he had bought you after a big achievement. it was all coming together, now all that was left to do was to give it to him.

I will be so honest with you, he cried when opening it, full on tears, because he gelt so overwhelmed with love and gratitude that you had gone out of your way to not only put the scrapbook together, to write cute messages and annotations of printed photos, but that you had kept everything you had done together.

you mean a lot to ricky and he is so grateful that you care about him just as much.

𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐯����𝐧

did I get this from tiktok after seeing that gyuvin had a girlfriend pre boys planet, and they had matching rings?? yes.

gyuvin had always been a fan of matching things, matching clothes, matching hats, matching phone charms and of course, matching jewellery.

to celebrate his upcoming birthday, you had bought this pair of sleek couple rings from a jewllery store, wanting the gift to be something you could both wear everyday, always having a piece of the other with you at all times.

and wear the ring at all times, he did. gunwook swears that he has never seen gyuvin without the ring since receiving it for his 18th birthday, and the likelihood of him keeping it on for the rest of his life was very high. gyuvin looked at the ring often for motivation when he felt down, remembering that you were always in his corner, ready to support him and his crazy ideas for the rest of your time together,

𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐤

gunwook, as a studious and academic man, always felt the need to further his education. reading book after book, researching fun facts to tell his friends at school and always wanting to appear well knowledgable to anyone that met him.

he had mentioned in passing when waiting for the bus with you that he had spotted this new book about the science behind planets and had decided he was going to buy it when he got his allowance from his parents at the end of the month.

but he never ended up using the money to buy the book, instead using it to buy the both you ice creams as a thank you for the book that had ended up on his school desk two days later, a sticky note attached, wishing him well with the book, hoping that he enjoyed it as much as he thought he would.

a kiss was shared when he found you later on the dead, grabbing you into a bear hug, him squeezing you tightly, repeating "thank you" and "I love you" many times, hoping it would express how grateful he was for both the book and you.

𝐲𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐧

as a dedicated dancer, many of yujin's sweatpants had gotten dirty quickly, fraying at the edges as evidence of the hard work that he always put into his favourite form of movement,

so when he had planned to come over to your apartment after school to have dinner with you and your parents, you planned to surprise him with two new pairs of sweatpants to rehearse in, so that he wasn't constantly rotating between the same three pairs.

he smiled gratefully, hugging you in your room, placing his head on your shoulder, pecking your temple lightly, thanking you repeatedly for the thoughtful gift, telling you that he would wear them all the time.

poor gyuvin had to listen to yujin's rants about how amazing you were and how thankful he was to have you as his partner.

[syrma-sensei]

→ A Dance For The Panther.

gif credit.

pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x fem!reader

setting: modern AU.

rating: explicit.

word count: 3.1k

warnings/tags: sex workers, gangsters, abduction, angst, oral (female recieving), power imbalance...

Summary: In your industry, falling in love with a client isn't in your favour. But how can you resist those glamorous, fierce eyes?

Your sweaty body swayed gracefully around the steel pole, as flashing lights shimmered within the dancing hall. A crowd of men cheered at your agile, sensual movements you were performing for them.

You didn't heed the lasciviousness in there eyes, nor did you see the way they licked their lips. Your eyes were closed, you were far far away, you were envisioning the captivating blue orbs you'd dance for almost every night. You were fancying his touch and what it made you feel, his intoxicating, virile scent, his callous yet tender grasp, his bright and blue hair, his well-defined chest and powerful physique.

You were thinking of the man whom captured your heart and mind, and that man's name was Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

It first happened in one of those wild night of yours, when your performance ignited all men's animalistic, carnal desires with your perfect lines, and rounded body. You were dangerous, you were dangerous that a reel from your hip, would cause wars among men.

You were proud of yourself; you were the most requested one of the club, and due to your popularity, your boss, Barragan Luisenbarn, had made you off-limits except for his special clients. A dance of yours was high-priced, and a night with you was unworldly expensive.

Pole, lap, and stripping dances were what you usually did. It was rare when some clients acquired to sleep with you, because most of them couldn't afford it.

Harsh life, and thin times forced you into working in such field, you had no choice, you needed to live in a way or another. You had a perfect body, and experts trained you to use your femininity to earn money, your boss had seen a high potential in you when he first met you, otherwise, he'd not risk to pay for your couch, and now, you were a money torrent for him. Certainly, hiring you was one of the best decision he'd ever made.

The music finally came to a stop, and you posed in a sexy pose, before sending a seductive kiss to your audience. They applauded uproariously at your gesture, and you giggled giddily.

"We love you, [Y/N]!" One of them shouted.

"Love you too, darling!"

You retreated to the dressing room, strutting your body, still hearing the applause outside.

"You were stunning out there, girl," Cirucci, one of your colleagues, gushed vehemently.

"Thanks, hun," You said, throwing a robe to cover your almost naked body.

"Really, how do you do this?"

You shook your shoulders, "It just comes out like that..."

Cirucci rolled her eyes at you while chuckling, "Yeah, yeah, whatever... show-off,"

You titterd at her remark, ambling behind a curtain to get changed.

"Your shift's done?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm calling it a day," You answered behind the curtain.

"Lucky, mine's in about ten minutes," She groaned.

"Good luck," You grinned at her, as you reshowed, fully clothed, ready to head back to home.

"I know that smile, is he coming to yours tonight?"

You took a shower, and made sure to wash your head and scrub your body thoroughly. Massaging your scalp, you moaned delightfully at the relaxing water splattering on your tired body. It was cozying to your nerves after a busy day of work.

"I'm not gonna answer that," You said as you swept out of the room. However, you could hear Cirucci exclaim, "Don't forget to use protection!"

When you finished, you turned the shower off, and headed to your room with a fluffy towel wrapped around your body. You went to your wardrobe and rummaged through your clothes, looking for something would inflame Grimmjow's desires. Your eyes probed through your nightgowns and lingeries, and oddly, none of them piqued your attention.

Then a naughty idea came to your mind; a sly grin slipped into your lips as you set your mind on what to dress for him tonight.

You made a beeline towards the dressing table, and applied dark make-up on your face. The moment you finished, you heard your bell ring.

Your heel clanged against the floor when heading to the door, then you finally open for your long-waited guest.

"Evenin'—"

Grimmjow's curt salute was shortly cut when his gaze fell upon you. You stood there before him, ultimately naked, with no single piece of clothing covering your figure. His aquamarine eyes hazed with something thick and dark as he studied your figure.

You cocked your head to the side as hoarse words rolled off your tongue, "Like what you see, tiger?"

Grimmjow's nose flared indignantly before grabbing your arm harshly, and pushing you inwards, slamming the door shut with his foot.

"The hell were ya thinkin', huh?!" He roared with his rasp voice.

A playful grin slipped into your lips, "Hmh, thinking what?"

You knew you got on his nerves, because you saw veins popping out his forehead, "What if someone saw you like this?!"

"I'm a stripper, darling, men always — hmph!"

Your teasing words were cut brusquely by a vigorous kiss of his unrelenting mouth. Grimmjow released a satisfied groan when he sensed you giving in to his dominance, letting him claim your mouth with his warm, wet tongue. You could taste tobacco and whiskey off of it. He always tasted like that, and you got used to it, familiar with even. His manly scent filled your nostrils, intoxicating you greatly.

One hand got lost in your lush hair, and the other trailed down to your bare back, then cupped one of your buttocks, giving it a slight squeeze. He broke the kiss and gazed down at you, his fiery eyes locked with your half-lidded ones, breathes mingling together.

"Dare say that again, and I'll make you unable to walk for an entire fuckin' week,"

Your body shook in delight at his statement. You licked your lower lips suggestively, "Ah, please do..." Your mouth reached to his ear, whispering with the most sultry voice you had, "Wanna feel your dick deep inside me of me, Grimm..." Then you licked the shell of his ear leisurely; you could feel him shiver.

He chuckled, "Ah, someone's overly thrilled tonight..."

"Oh, tiger, you have no idea..."

Your eyes locked again, but more intensely this time.

"I want you to dance for me first," He said in whisper, "I want to see your naked body sway only for me..."

The deep, hoarse tone he spoke with made your core throb; how could you refuse such demand? You'd dance for him until your feet bled if you had to.

You nodded, smiling salaciously at him. Your bodies parted apart from your hands, you held his and ushered him to a single chair, where a pole was set before it. You shut the lights off, turning the fluorescent ones on. Music flowed into the air, making your body move by itself. The rhythm raised gradually, so did your moves.

You took hold of the cool pole and started to do what you were best at; dancing. You leapt, rotated, and flung yourself; wobbled, jerked, and flew... while your eyes never left his. Each move you did was deliberate and suggestive, you made sure to provide him a full display of your puckered cunt, and never tried to hide your breasts and ass, whereas he watched you with utter amusement.

You jumped off of the pole, and headed to him, spreading his knees apart so you could place yourself between them. You touched him, caressed his face and hands while weaving your chest and stomach close to his body. Then you spun around, crouching on your knees, and jutted your derrière up, releasing lustful moans.

You flinched a bit as you felt him pressing a tender kiss on your peach-shaped bum. Turning your head slightly to him, you saw a playful smirk on his lips, before he did it again and again.

"Hmm, Grimmjow..."

"Gonna eat your sexy ass like it's the last meal o' my life,"

You yelped when he flung you onto the bed on your stomach, spreading your legs forcefully. You loved his roughness when he grew wild, you loved to be a helpless prey at your predator's mercy.

Grimmjow buried his face into your ass, while fucking it with his tongue and mouth, before sliding down to your pulsing entrance.

"Ah, Grimmjow! Ah!"

Your eyes rolled in pure euphoria as boisterous waves exploded in your lower body. Grimmjow's master tongue lapped your damp folds, pressing weight onto your feverish pearl. You couldn't keep up with his brutal speed, and you only found yourself quivering violently as a strong orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

You hummed while sweat trailed down your hairline, Grimmjow let you rest for a while before flipping you on your back, and placing the back of your knees on his shoulders. With wobbly arms, you rested yourself on the bed and raised your upper body a bit so you could see him.

He trailed your thighs with his callous fingers, ever so gently, while leaving ghostly kisses on the skin of your legs.

"Grimmjow..." You hummed his name delightfully, bringing his attention to your face.

"Yer fuckin' beautiful..." He breathed out, "You set fire within me,"

You shuddered at his words.

Grimmjow was a notorious gang leader in the hood, he was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty among people; nobody dared to mess with him. When you two first met, when his visited the club you worked at, you captured his attention immediately; he was mesmerized by your fearless soul, and soon after that, your boss had informed to ready yourself for a special client, he even threatened that if you misbehaved he'd fire you right away.

You on the other hand, were scared to death when you knew who your client was; you'd heard rumours about the dreadful gangster, about how sadistic and filthy he was. However, everything vanished when he touched you. You could feel some strange tenderness within his touch, and it brought your courage back. You'd danced for him for nearly two hours, before he dragged you to bed and fucked you, after you'd ignited his animalistic instincts.

Since then, he'd been one of your regular clients... and to you he was more than a mere client. Yes, you had developed feelings for him, and they didn't cease one bit. Every time he came to visit you, he'd enflame you with things you'd never imagined before.

He was a dangerous man indeed, and you dealt with him on that regard; you tried your best not to infuriate him and get on his bad side. However, you couldn't help but to tease him when time was convenient, and he liked it.

Unlike what you'd thought, sex with him was purely sensual, it depended on his mood of course, but he never left you unsatisfied. A rare thing a client would do. He'd quench his needs, and while at that, he never forgot about yours.

"I want all of you... I want you to be mine... alone." He said while looking at you vividly.

You lowered your head, "G-Grimmjow you know that's not possible—"

"Shhh, don't ya fuckin' say that," He shushed you curtly, "I'll speak to yer piece o' shit o' a boss, and buy you... set you free from this shit,"

Your head jerked up, eyes wide, "Really?"

Your eyes teared up when he nodded at you, "Really,"

You bounced forwards, kissing him like your life depended on it, "I love you, Grimmjow, I love you, I love you!"

You were summoned to your boss's office because he wanted to speak with you about something important. You already had an idea of which, but excitement was eating you up alive; finally you'd be set free, and be with your lover.

"Mr. Luisenbarn, you asked for me?" You said politely.

He pressed a gentle peck on your forehead, "I love you too, kitten,"

The large old man nodded, saying in a grumble, "Yes, [Y/N], take a seat,"

You sat on a chair across from his desk.

"You know you're crucial to my business, and I'd never think of giving you up..." He said, jumping right to business, "but there's someone who'd pay me to buy you for himself, and the cash he offered is plenty that no sane man would turn him down,"

You tried to hide your happiness, but alas, a stupid smile found its way to your lips.

"I'm sorry, [Y/N], as hard as it is, but I have to accept his deal," His rough voice didn't hint regret, but it didn't matter at all.

"It's okay, sir, business is business,"

Surprisingly, you saw his white eyebrow arch, "Glad that you're alright with this; it'll make things much easier for me," He stated, "He's here by the way, waiting for you at the VIP room, he wishes you to go with him right away, don't worry, I'll have your things packed and sent for you,"

"Thank you, sir,"

After dismissing you, you made your way to the VIP room to finally meet him, you opened the door, gushing, "Oh, tiger! We finally will be together, I can't wai—"

"So it's true then," It wasn't your lover's husky voice rather a wicked and obnoxious one; you were petrified, "The great Pantera has indeed fallen for some whore..."

Your eyes widened in fear, as you could finally see his face.

Grimmjow made his way to Barragan Luisenbarn's office, the latter welcomed him vehemently.

"Mr. Jaegerjaquez, what a pleasure..."

"But I gotta admit he has quite a taste," He licked his lips, causing you to revolt, "Guess I'll have a taste of you too,"

The latter grumbled in return.

"How can I help you?" Barragan asked.

"The usual, but I want her for good this time," Grimmjow stated directly.

"You mean Ms. [Y/N]? I'm afraid she isn't available now,"

Grimmjow growled, "Then make her available, for from today onwards, no man will touch her but me,"

Barragan chuckled a bit, making Grimmjow scowl deeply.

"Did I say somethin' funny?"

"No, sir, but I'm afraid someone beat you to it, and bought her first,"

Grimmjow's pupils dilated, "What the fuck?!"

"As you heard me—"

"Listen to me you old fuck," Grimmjow darted towards the old man like a furious beast, grabbing him harshly by his collar, "Yer gonna tell me who dared to take ma girl, right now, or I'll have you sliced into pieces and thrown to stray dogs to feast on,"

"I have nothing to do with you or him," He pushed Grimmjow firmly, "He paid a price, and I took the deal, even [Y/N] was fine with it," A sly grin tugged at the old man's mouth.

"Ya fuckin' asshole—!"

"Watch your tongue Mr. Jaegerjaquez, you're in my office," Barragan raised a hand, "But because you're a regular here, I'll tell you his name..."

"Spit it!"

"C'mon, show us some of yer sexy moves, those which got the Pantera so smitten with ya..."

You stood as petrified as a statue while Nnoitra snarled at you.

"Nnoitra Gilga."

"He's not gonna let you go away with this..."

The amused features disappeared from his face, a foreboding frown replaced them. He grabbed the whiskey bottle he was drinking and flung it onto the ground, making it shatter into tiny pieces. He bounced towards you, grabbing your hair harshly.

"Listen you little bitch—"

"Nnoitra-sama!" A voice interrupted him.

"What is it, Tesla?"

The latter stated calmly, "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is here, sir,"

Nnoitra smirked broadly, "Ah, this is getting better and better..."

"See? I told you so,"

Nnoitra's grin grew more wicked, "That what I exactly want, sweetheart,"

You groaned as he grasped a handful of your hair, dragging you behind the him harshly.

"Let me go, you piece of shit!" You bellowed, trying to free yourself from his steel fist. Then at some point, he jerked your head up, making you see your lover's face.

"Let her go, before I cut yer hands and have ya fucked by them," Grimmjow hollered.

"Want yer slut? Come and get her."

Nnoitra hurled you onto the ground before he slided a gun. You couldn't comprehend what was happening, all you heard was gun shot, and horrible screams. You couldn't do a thing, you were petrified by terror.

After a while, the gun shot ceased, you raised your head quickly, looking for your lover; you gasped when you spotted him.

"No, no, no!" You hurried towards him, "What did you do?!"

You gazed at the wound caused by a bullet in his stomach, fear reigned your mind. You teared your skirt, and pressed the cloth against it.

"Grimmjow, Grimmjow, stay with me!" You slapped his cheek, an attempt to wake him up, but to no avail.

The cool air hit your bare skin, as you took off the last piece of ligerie you had on. You swayed your thighs while heading, barefoot, to the blue-haired man, sitting comfortably on his lap.

"So," You touched his temple faintly with your fingertips, "Was I to my tiger's liking?"

"I won't let you die! You hear me!" You shouted, "I still owe you a dance!"

He chuckled at you, "Are ya fer real now?"

You arched an eyebrow, "Yes,"

"[Y/N], ya fuckin' carried to hospital and saved my ass, how can I say: I did't like it?"

As a result of that incident, Nnoitra Gilga, Grimmjow's gangster rival, ended up and his group dead, along with Grimmjow's, and if it weren't for you there, he'd end up in a morgue.

After that, Grimmjow had decided to quit being a gangster, and travel with you to some peaceful place, and live an advantageous life with you after he healed up.

You looked at his still banged stomach, and brushed your hand to it gently, "Does it still hurt?"

He grunted a bit, "It's nothing compared to what you do to my dick,"

You burst out laughing, "Grimmjow! The doctor said we can't do it until your wounds are fully healed,"

He rolled his eyes at you, "Next time I see him, I'll shoot him dead,"

You shook your head, true he'd quitted gangs stuff, but he was unruly as ever.

"Oh, hush, you know I can do a lot of other things,"

"Oh yeah, and it perfectly giving me a ripping boner,"

You chortled again, "Grimmjow!"

His honesty was brutal, and his tongue was sharp.

"I want another one tho..." He said.

"Another what?"

"Another dance for the panther inside me..."

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[bowandcurtsey]

Hi! I really like your work and it's my first time requesting something so I'm really nervous (ó﹏ò｡) I feel guilty for requesting since you already have 28 ("｡>ㅅ<｡) but I came up with an idea and I couldn't help it! So how about a headcanon of William, Yami, Julius, and Novel reacting to s/o who likes to draw them all the time? you don't have to do it tho, its fine! Sorry if it's not clear, hope you have a great day, thanks! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Hello bby, don't feel guilty about the requests haha! As long as you guys are willing to wait, then just send you requests in, I'll get to them eventually, and look, here we are now! :3

Thank you for requesting this Anony, it was pretty fun to do! hehe!

William | Yami | Julius | Nozel x f! reader

William Vangeance

The very first time when you asked if you could draw him, he was honoured.

But when he watched you draw, you looked like you were so in peace; your breathing calm and steady, your eyes sparkled, your lips tugging up into a slight curl.

What's more, you were drawing him. It made his lips perk up too.

Subsequently, you would just draw him as and when you liked, and you did it often. He'd just let you indulge in your passion and his face would flush a little, seeing how you were so delighted to draw him.

Whenever he glanced over to you, and you were holding your sketch book and pencil, his lips would voluntarily turn into a smile, knowing you were drawing him again.

You had countless drawings of him, but you didn't let him keep any, because it was "for me to capture all the memories I have of you so I can look back at them when you're out on missions!"

His face flushed at your words as he patted your head, not knowing what to say.

Yami Sukehiro

"Whaddya doing baby?" He came over to look at your sketch pad one day and upon realising that you were making a sketch of him, he gave you that shit eating smirk.

"Heh, can't get enough of me?"

You had to roll your eyes a little but you grinned cheekily, "sit still and read your papers!"

"I'm distracted now that you're staring at me" his smirk never left his face.

You eventually had to draw him sitting in his lap.

Subsequently, after he got used to him drawing you, he was a little more indifferent but he was always proud whenever he heard someone say "y/n you're drawing Yami again??"

Yami could also do simple sketches himself, so you both tend to discuss about the drawings that you did.

He would tease you sometimes, saying that his nose looked better than that, or you drew his face too round, and when you did a little pout, he would hold you close and told you he liked it either way.

He'll notice small details like the shading was nice or the proportion was good etc because he really paid proper attention to it.

Julius Novachrono

Being the drama king he was, he flashed you his signature sparkly eyed face when you asked to draw his portrait.

He'll be pretty excited and he'll sit in different poses for you, "Will this do? Which angle would you like?"

Marx would lament that he should be doing his paperwork instead of sitting / standing there to be your model but you told Julius you wanted to draw him in a natural state, so he could continue doing his paperwork while you sketched him.

He pouted a little, unhappy that he could not get away with his paperwork for just a moment.

When you were done, he was so impressed, your drawing of him was perfect.

Subsequently when he found out you had this habit to draw him, he was even more elated. He would happily sit and and let you draw all you want, much to Marx happiness, because that would mean for the time you were drawing, he would be obedient and do his work.

He would beg you to let him keep one or two of your drawings of him, just so he could show off to the world and keep one in his office.

Nozel Silva

Man would scoff when you first said you wanted to draw him initially. Upon seeing your sulk, he would relent, "Just make sure it wouldn't disturb me at work.."

When you were done, you showed him your work and his face looked impressed, but he just mumbled a 'not bad'

He was secretly pleased of your work and he thought that it was marvelous.

His ego boosted when he realised you liked drawing him. He would pretend not to care, but he would always make sure nobody was blocking you from your view of him.

"You. Sit on the chair while I talk."

The guard was dumbfounded, "S-sir silva.... I could not- "

"Just sit."

Once, he saw you making a sketch of Fuegoleon and Salamander and he was grumpy and pouty the entire day. He purposely rode his mercury Eagle in front of you multiple times.

When you asked him why he was being so grumpy, he would deny and he would look at your previous sketches and realised that you had drawn multiple drawings of him and his eagle before.

He was relax a little and his heart would swell with pride. -end-