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elle-p · 1 year ago
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Here is a link to a google drive of the uncompressed scans.
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navillee · 1 month ago
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I need to talk about sub Sylus. I got the mental NEED to go against the grain and spread the word, so here I am.
All lads' men can be subs. You guys aren't seeing it cause you vision what a sub should be is restricted.
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Sub Sylus 𓅨
an Introduction
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Sylus has so much potential as a sub and you all are committing the nastiest sin for ignoring that possibility;
I'm gonna say that once: all that facade he proudly polished being the Onychinus leader is just to hide the fact that he's a finsub. And probably a SAM too;
Let me elaborate to the people who also knew he was into something but couldn't figure it out. Sylus doesn't fit what most people consider the standard for a submissive men is, but that doesn't mean that he's automatically a dom, or that the things making Sylus eyes spark – quite literally – are approaches reserved to doms only;
First of all, it is clear he's a finsub. Finsub is a shortcut to 'financial sub', and the term explains itself. I'm 100% sure that as soon as you enter the N109 zone, he was already requesting a credit card for your use exclusively. It didn't get delivered in time. That's why he landed his at the protocore auction;
"5 million. You offer will make people think I'm broke. Wouldn't want that, sweetie." That line alone explains everything, on top of he only sounding satisfied when you bought every protocore there;
He loves showing off to others how healthy he is and how no other but him is suitable to spoil his dom miss hunter;
Did you ever notice he's always spoiling you? Dresses, high-quality protocore-based weapons, week dates to expensive and exclusive restaurants, jewelry, even a private fireworks show. Luke and Kieran are always running down to Linkon to deliver you something new in the middle of the week because Sylus can't wait the entire week. He never can;
Sylus gets off watching his bank account movement as you spend his money. As higher the spent, better his orgasm;
You can spend all you want, but he made sure to request that every time you wish to buy a new set o lingerie, he could give his humble opinion on it;
On top of that, he always gives you hints about what he wants you to use on him. That's why you had to stop opening your message app on the hunter's association computer browser: Sylus can send you links to a new sex toy any time during the day. As I told you before, he can never wait properly;
"They made an exclusive high-quality leather collar craved in rubies." *sends the link of the N109 zone's craftsman* "Wouldn't that match my eyes, mistress hunter?"
It's a matter of three days wait to receive the said collar at your apartment's door. That's Sylus way to make you visit his mansion;
And THATS when his other side bloom. The SAM sub side. 'SAM' is also a shortcut that stands for a combination from "pain slut" and a brat. Sylus is both;
I mean, come on, he made you shoot him, and since the evol resonance failed, he acted like a desperate brat. When he noticed that his behavior was making you dislike him, Sylus noticed that it was better to show his freaky side little by little, to not scare his darling away from him;
But he couldn't even if he wanted to. You two are attached to levels that neither of you can actually understand. He knows that, and he wants to explore his desires with you because they're made to suit yours. He knows that deep inside, you want to devour him as much as he wants to feel the pain;
Is that threatening feeling that makes his eyes sparkle in blood red. That's why there's this push-pull dynamic happening with him. It's because he's desperately trying to bring out your dom side;
That's when the second name he refers about you appears. "Miss hunter," "mistress hunter," is just the surface level of Sylus as a sub;
It's when "ma'am" slips out his mouth that you know you have this man on your hands. And "ma'am" isn't "mommy." There's a substantial difference between them. That's why every sub is different;
As an example, let's use another lads man as an example: Rafayel. Rafayel is the type of sub that refers to you as "mommy." From his behavior to his tone of voice, his "mommy's" melodic calls are a meeting awaited for centuries, it's a sign of obedience, an eager plea for guidance to a comfort place where he doesn't have to worry anymore;
Sylus "ma'ams" are pleas for destruction. He wants more, and he wants harder;
"Yes ma'am. Can you do it harder? Fuck! I need it harder!"
You're entropy to his universe. As you two reach the chaos together in a complex dance of testing the others' nerves, more alive he feels.
He teases, and he teases way too much. You should always keep attention to his body signs cause he's reckless when there's a collar around his neck. When he watches the rubies of his now favorite collar shining on the mirror, all he wants is to you to break him;
Put a pretty gag on his convinced smile. He doesn't want praises, so when he starts drooling slut him out. Watch Sylus getting hard with your condescending tone. He will keep mumbling back cause he wants more;
Force him on his knees, kick his legs spread apart, and pull his hair back. The face of eagerness approval he will give you is gonna be priceless;
Slap his skin, face with your hands, thighs, and ass with the so commented good leather toys he bought. Do that every time he shows himself unable to keep his damm hands on the handcuffs;
Rip his skin with your nails. It isn't like he gives you other options. When Sylus notices you're scratching him, he will find a way to piss you off. "I thought your nails are sharper than that," "a kitten can't scratch it like tiger after all, shouldn't put my expectations too high." Watch him hiss and arch as you paint his torso with thin red fillets of his ripped sensitive skin;
I think he's also okay with spit, especially on his mouth;
He is large and tough. He can take anything, and I mean ANYTHING you give it to him;
Shove a vibrator right on prostate and keep pumping his cock, test him to see how much he can handle until he breaks;
Because when he, in fact, breaks, there's nothing left but a dumb slut that can only mumble unconnected words – swearing disconnected sentences in its great majority;
When you finish with him, he will be a mess, head too cloudy to think as you take care of his bruises;
Isn't it like you could prevent him from walking around with little to no fabric on his torso inside the house. He's definitely an exhibitionist. Those are bruises worthy to show of, anyway, he likes seeing himself in the mirror with them, it feels right;
As he watch them fade away, it is just a matter of time for him until he starts to get on your nerves again, to make your obscene art on his skin and on his mind.
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seraphicsentences · 4 months ago
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this req: hey baby i was wondering if you could write something about chubby!reader feeling insecure and Ellie noticing and worshiping her body like a damn goddess byeee ily!
here’s the less shit version (click). i only posted this because i felt bad for myself.
okay honestly don’t read this read the other version above.
ellie, being the absolute sweetheart of a girlfriend she is, was taking you out to dinner for some quality time. finals week had just come to a close, and the accomplishment was in much need of celebration.
you threw off your sixth change of clothes with an exaggerated huff, tossing it aside where you meant for it to dramatically hit the wall, but instead met ellie’s face.
“hey- woah, i barely made it through the door and you’re already stripping for me? i’m a lucky girl, huh?” she jokes, making a beeline towards your clothes-filled bed.
crossing your arms over your stomach, your cheeks warm at her comment. “ha-ha. sorry, els, i just can’t pick a fucking outfit to wear tonight.”
“well, there’s no rush,” she winks teasingly, whistling lowly as her eyes scan your bare body. “what was wrong with this?” she questions, eyebrows tugging together as she holds up your thrown garments.
you reach over to snatch them from her, rethinking the outfit as you hold it to your frame in the mirror. “it was just, like, ugh- i don’t know. too short? i’m so bloated and if we’re going out to eat this’ll just not be a good look, trust me, els.”
you can see ellie trying to picture it, tilting her head to the side in contemplation, before sauntering over to you. she wraps her arms over your shoulders, ducking down to press a kiss to your forehead, “baby, that’s what’s bothering you?”
you bite back a smile as she begins to pepper your face with kisses, repeating her question, “that’s what you’re bothered by? that?”
“ugh, ew you’re getting your slobber all over me!” you respond between giggles, playfully swatting at her face as she continues. “get off of me you freak!” you laugh.
“okay, okayokayokay! i’m done!” she says, grinning, holding her hands up in surrender as she dodges your final attacks.
“good,” you say, wiping at your face.
“now is that really what’s bothering you? you think by some higher power, you won’t look good? and it’ll just ruin the night?” ellie says more seriously, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind your ear.
you sigh, dodging the concerned look in her eyes as you cross your arms, looking down. “I mean, yeah.”
she cups your chin lightly, rubbing your jawline softly with the tip of her thumb as she tilts it upwards, locking eyes with you. she swivels you around in one move, walking backwards with you tucked against her chest. “c’mon then,” she says, letting the back of her knees hit the edge of your mattress, and tugging you down as she falls with a bounce.
“what’re you-“
“shhh,” she cuts you off, “just look.”
from your position on the bed, you’ve got a perfect view of yourself, and ellie, centered in your floor-to-ceiling mirror. she’s got her hands wrapped around your waist, her legs hanging loosely around either side of you, and her gaze is sharp now as it traces over your reflection. “i wish you could see yourself how i see you,” she murmurs, lips just brushing against your ear. it sends a shiver down your spine.
you watch, dazed, as ellie mouths her way down your neck, breath scorching hot against your skin.
“fuck, ellie,” you curse, your eyes closing as your head drops back against her shoulder. she tsks at your movement, fingers reaching again for your chin to direct your gaze towards the mirror. “i want you to watch yourself, baby.”
your jaw relaxes open, wordless, as she tongues her way over a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear, letting out a soft whine.
you watch as your bra falls to the floor, undone by ellie’s sneaking hand as it slips around to caress your chest. you let out a shaky breath as ellie rolls a hardened nipple between her calloused fingers, her alternative hand palming hard at your other breast.
almost subconsciously, your arms shift to cross over your pudgy stomach, grimacing at the way your skin creases over.
ellie notices your change in behavior like she’s inside of your mind herself, frowning along with you as she pulls gently at your arms. “no more of that, baby, gotta get out of that head of yours,” she murmurs, twisting her torso over yours to bend over and dot kisses to your abdomen.
“i love your body,” she says between pecks, “and i want you well-fed,” she kisses, “and all having meat on your bones means is that i’m doing a good job.”
she drags her lips back up to you, pressing an oh-so-sweet emblem of love against your nose as she tugs you in closer to her warm embrace.
you stare into the mirror, gaze softer now as all the reflection seems to capture is the genuinity and beauty in the two of you’s relationship.
“look how pretty you are for me. fuckin’ love your tits,” she mutters out, “so beautiful.”
mhmm is all you can reply, lost in the hypnotic sensation that ellie’s touch is.
“don’t you agree with me, babe? i wanna hear it from you,” she rasps by your ear, sharp green gaze droning into your own as she awaits your response.
your face heats up, as you look off to the side, “yeah, mhm,” you whisper.
ellie chuckles, chest vibrating against your back, “aw c’mon, you can do better than that,” she says. “look in the mirror for me,” she encourages.
you shyly oblige, entranced as you watch her hands continue to ravage you, squeezing and twisting and caressing, but still every motion filled to the brim with love.
ellie smiles at you with that stupid dorky grin of hers, twisting at the neck to press a soft kiss against your lips. “tell me how pretty you are, baby.”
you drag her in to mumble quietly into her mouth, “i look so pretty right now.”
smiling against your lips, she replies, “i’ll let you get away with that one because i love you. but you don’t just look real pretty, you are pretty, yeah? my pretty girl?”
mmm you blush, back arching against ellie’s frame. “more, please?”
she wanders a hand further down, tapping at your knee for you to spread your thighs, but not before squeezing them harshly, whispering, “love these too— ‘specially when they’re tight around my head.”
“elli-“
“shit,” she swears. “look at how soaked you are for me. need me bad?”
you nod, your voice failing to work as ellie runs her hands up and down your legs, gripping the meat where your hips meet tightly as she teases the tips of her fingers under the band of your underwear.
“gonna need you to use your pretty voice for me,” she mumbles, nose nuzzling into your bared neck.
“need you so bad, els, please,” you whine, pulling her teasing hand closer to your burning core, hips bucking.
“okay okay,” she laughs, kissing your cheek again like it physically pains her lips to part from you for more than a minute.
she tugs your bottoms down easily, the cold air hitting your soaked entrance causing you to let out a sharp hiss.
“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”
“shut up.”
“oh i’ll shut you up,” ellie quips, before promptly sliding two of her curled digits into your dripping hole.
you gasp, moaning okay i gave up here. smart move, yeah?
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tarotmundomonde · 7 months ago
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The person on your mind May 2024
love reading (feelings & actions)
pick a number 1-5 OR an emoji 🙀 💨 🍏 🧐 🩹 Let me know, if it resonates and if you enjoyed the reading!
(ps. this reading is for practice and for fun)
1.🙀 If you chose this pile, it looks similar to a make it or break it situation. It looks like you have some lessons to learn, but are you learning? There is a desire for renewal, for creating something beautiful of your connection. You do have love for each other. But it can go two ways, either you repeat the same old cycles and lessons or you've learned your lessons and finally can upgrade this connection and make it into something of higher quality. Basically, you can renew a situation and feel stuck or you've learned your lessons and this love can grow deeper and fonder. Currently, it looks like your person feels that it's over between you two. But as the month of May goes by, in their heart they truly desire to renew your love for each other. This person is ready to apologize, if necessary, but if there is no need for that, then they simply really want to confess their love for you. They really feel the spark and the love for you. Their feelings are running high for you and they feel a sense of hope. As for their actions, it kinda looks like they will shock you 😂 It doesn't seem like they are very sure yet about what they are going to do, but they will take a step back to think about it. This person wants to have truce with you. But it looks like they feel such a strong attraction towards you that it's like one day they'll just show up at your door or call or send you a message about how they want to be with you. The only sure thing is you will be shocked. It's just at first they will probably try to postpone things, so there will be some delays from your perspective. It's not gonna happen, when you expect it to. But there is a sense of preparation here. Like when they take time off, then their energy gets redirected and it becomes available for them to use it in a healthy way. So it's like gradually, the intensity will grow till they just can't take it anymore and they come running to you.
2.💨 Looking at the cards, there is a focus on you, rather than on the connection. This connection right now is filled with mysteries, nothing clear. Lots of dreams and thoughts, but nothing concrete. You can only know about yourself. But mind you, the cards are talking about vanity, the situation being very superficial and that there could be another female in the picture. So it seems right now this connection is teaching you about self-love. About just being you and not trying to please anyone. This person does not feel comfortable about their feelings for you. They do have them, they feel like there is something very special between you two. It looks like this person wants to catch you. They want to touch you, if only they could touch you. They want to hold you with their hands. Like you are someone delicate and precious. Like they have to tread you softly no matter how overwhelming their feelings are for you. And as the month of May goes by, they choose to hold back till they are free of all their feelings for you. As for their actions, it looks like they are very adamant on walking away. They are trying to draw the line, to not look back. But there seems to be temptation to see, what you are up to. They could try to be oblivion, a bit like a fool. Hoping you'd pick on the hints. They might be talking about you with their friends, too, to ask for their advice. But it looks like they'll just try to keep themselves busy till they make it. Till they no longer have feelings for you. That's what it looks like.
3.🍏 Looking at the cards, the current situation of this connection could be a little messy to say the least. It looks like there are other people involved and they have an opinion or two to share. Definitely some third-party situation going on here. It seems like there is someone else or some other people here, who think the person on your mind is their soulmate. They are very jealous, so it seems there is an open competition going on here, they are not holding back. They refuse to accept that you could be the one they want to be with. So there is a lot of entrapment here. Them trying to isolate and separate you two from each other, creating traps even. But it seems there is a whole lot of passion between you and the person on your mind and it seems they think there is something special between you. They are definitely wondering, if what they feel could mean that you are soulmates. But a lot of drama here, and it looks like a lot could be happening online. This person does not want to give up on you. They feel very much invested and they don't want to give up. They still want to try and work on this, put in the effort and see what happens. And as the month of May goes by, their feelings for you are not changing at all. Like at all. As for their actions, they want to have some fun. It kinda looks like they want to poke you to get a reaction out of you. They want you to give them love, show them love, shower them with your love. But they are not really reciprocating it. Instead, they want to do and say things and then see, how and what you'll respond to it. It's like you are an apple they want to slice open, they want to know, how you exactly feel and what exactly you think. Indeed, there is a focus on wanting to receive from you. They are trying to gather their courage to transform the situation, to face it. But for them it's a lot about experiencing. They want to receive some experiences from you, like you offer them something different from the others. But this situation also brings you experiences of courage and transformation.
4.🧐 If you chose this pile, the current situation of this connection is sadness. It feels like there's been an abrupt ending of some kind or maybe something was said. It looks like a pattern has been broken in this connection. Maybe the person on your mind chose someone else over you. But they don't seem happy, either. Though the feeling is that something happened and you did not respond in an expected way. Like no matter what they do, they can't make you angry anymore, they can't make you jealous. It keeps coming through as you've said something and it's like they don't have power over you. But there is expansion here. In theory, this connection could be improved. Really, it looks like they could be with someone else but not giving up on you completely yet. It's like they want something from you. They feel in their heart that they have the tools to make things work between you two. They feel like they want to try something. And as the month of May goes by, they remain curious about you. That's the one thing that doesn't change. But just you know, you are burning in their heart. You have such a huge presence in their heart. They feel pride, joy and happiness, they have pure feelings for you. Okay, this is a little weird, but it's how it's coming through in the reading: they are saying that how dare you be the main character in their heart, when it should be them and whoever they personally choose to be in their heart. This person can't stop feeling curious about you. They feel a bit like a kiddo. They do feel like sending you signs, maybe messages. This person wants your attention, they want a reaction from you. As for their actions, they are looking forward to something. They are patient this month. This person wants to impress you, they want your attention for sure. They really want to see what you'll do and they are planning, what they'll do. This person is looking for the right timing to show up somehow. It also looks like they are creating stress in this situation. It's like there is no room for a wrong move. They are coming through as very stubborn. Like no way they are going to step up and do what's right, yet, at the same time they want to rebel also in the way of wanting to do, what they want to do. This person wants something to become more clear between you two. They want things to go beyond illusion. That means there is a call of truth coming in. They know they need to make a bigger move at your direction. But beware, they might bring in a lot of baggage this month. It just looks like there are too many people involved, too many people surrounding them. So no matter what they do, it could be that there is too much interference from other potential lovers at their side.
5.🩹 There is a lot of healing and joy here in this connection. Also, definitely physical attraction and intimacy. But it says you are at a crossroad right now. Perhaps you are considering, if you want to be more than just having a fling? This person feels very self-confident, when it comes to you. They are certain you desire them. But perhaps your connection is a rebound for them? To be honest, it looks a bit like that, because the way it's coming through is that their feelings for you is like they can come to you anytime they need a self-confidence boost or a boost to their self-esteem. But they do feel a lot of passion, a sense of determination. With you they know they can get what they want from you. And as the month of May goes by, you can tell it's a theme. This person is self-centered. It's more about them than about you. They feel like they are the one holding the keys in their hands. They feel very self-assured. But in their heart they are a bit uncertain, whether they want to pursue anything romantic with you. As for now it looks like this month in their heart they prefer a friends-with-benefits situation. They might want to test you, to kinda give you a chance. As for their actions, this person intends to keep things up in the air with you. They want to keep their options open and to explore them, but it doesn't seem like they are gonna tell you that. Indeed, this person wants to welcome change in. This person wants change, so they will not be 100% in. When it comes to you, they are looking for healing, but when it comes to love they are comparing you to others. So really looking back at the whole reading, it seems that from their side this is a rebound relationship, they are having this connection with you to heal themselves.
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stsgooo · 1 year ago
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Misclick.
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✩࿐ summary: an evening where you feel particularly confident leads to an embarrassing and bountiful encounter.
warning(s): minors and ageless blogs DNI! suggestive talk, teacher!geto au, kinda crack fic, mutual masturbation, phone sex, afab!reader, descriptions of female anatomy, not proof read. wc; 3.2k
pairing(s): geto suguru x fem!reader, shoko x fem!reader (if you squint).
a/n: trying to get practice writing smut and smut adjacent things. please lmk what i could work on :)
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TODAY WAS YOURS TO CLAIM.
Everything was falling into place for you. The third years were at your beck and call, Gojo hadn’t been a particularly loud problem today, and the set you ordered a few months ago came in.
When you got the notification on your phone, you thought the stars finally aligned and some higher being was thanking you for your hard work. Finally, you would be able to just live and have some fun while doing it.
After work, you practically skipped out of the school, blatantly ignoring Gojo who made some backhanded comment about rainbows coming out of your ass. You had priorities. One of which was getting home as quickly as possible and putting that lingerie set on so you could just lay about with some overbearing sense of confidence. A part of you wanted to be smug, while another, a tiny part of you, worried about what it’d look like.
The sticker less box was sitting against your apartment door when you arrived. The only identifying thing on it was your name address then a big smiley face thanking you for your purchase. Almost scandalized, you quickly brought the box inside and went to your room. Taking a quick shower before putting on the set.
The lingerie set was something you had found together with Shoko on one of your many girls nights. Both of you had been laughing at the obscure designs of some of them, making comments how it would be better to not wear anything at all than a thin piece of fabric. When it caught both of your eyes. The model for it was gorgeous, that’s probably where you both initially got stunted. She was practically exposed right there on the webpage, winking at the camera. You were about to scroll away when Shoko had loudly proclaimed: You would look so hot in that. And your fate had been sealed.
Now, standing in front of your large mirror, you silently thanked Shoko for her amazing intuition. You looked hot and you looked very fuckable.
The lingerie set was a soft purple color, the fabric was entirely lace so it left little to the imagination, but the little dark purple hearts over your nipples gave you some illusion of modesty. The girdle was snug against your upper thighs and the stockings felt almost like silk against your skin.
The sight of yourself in the mirror made you blush, eyeing it all in a new way. You looked amazing.
All things considered, you felt incredible.
Your phone on your nightstand vibrated and you felt a little giddy as you grabbed it. A text from Shoko and three other texts you weren’t going to pay attention to now. You had texted Shoko while you were leaving about the set arriving and she had just responded with an enthusiastic show it to me!!
You raised an eyebrow.
You
do you want to come over or…?
It took one minute for Shoko to respond.
Shosho ❤️
no time. just send a picture please. 🙏 need to see your hotness in all its glory! thx
You
i’ve never taken a picture like that before.
Shosho ❤️
it doesn’t have to be high quality, you’re not in a porno. don’t deprive me of being right.
You
fine. but don’t complain when you can’t see any of the juicy details.
Shosho ❤️
my heart is breaking.
You smiled stupidly at your friend’s behavior and looked to the mirror. You were never exactly one to take pictures of yourself. Shoko practically had to hold you at gunpoint when it came to it. Most of your pictures were of food and whenever Gojo got his grubby hands on your phone to take a million photos of himself and his students. But you were feeling nice tonight, you were feeling like you were definitely worth the cloud space usage being used on yourself for once.
With your little knowledge on lewd pictures, you found yourself in various positions.
First, you had opted into taking pictures of yourself in the mirror next to your bed. The first photo had been you simply sitting with your legs folded on either side of you, your face obscure but the set clear. The next photo was you on your knees, now opting to ghosting your fingers over the bra strap. The last picture was a little more risqué. You had your chest to the floor, your back arched and your ass raised. It was dark in your room but you could just make out the outline of your cunt in the mirror.
You figured the pictures would be enough, but, high on a streak, you switch positions to your bed.
You took only two photos there. One with you looking up at the camera with a wink and a grin, pulling the bra down just shy of your nipple, pressing your legs together. The next one was the boldest. Your face was no longer in frame, with more focus on your body. The bra now gone, an arm thrown over your breasts to hide your nipples, but your legs were spread to show off the little dark patch where your slick was collecting on the underwear.
Okay, maybe you were getting too into it.
After the pictures were taken, you figured that it would be both funny and relieving to send all of them to Shoko. After all, she would probably want to bask in her glory.
You gathered all six photos, typed will this satisfy you? and pressed send, then threw the phone off to the side.
Now, nervousness took ahold of you. There was something jarring about the whole thing. But you tried to remind yourself that Shoko had asked. This would all be a great opportunity to get out of your self deprecating shell. Tonight was about you-
Your phone vibrated and you practically jumped to read whatever response the woman may have drummed up.
It was Shoko, but with nothing you expected.
Shosho ❤️
okay, how can someone naturally sexy take this long to take pictures? don’t tell me you bailed.
Immediately, you were confused.
It hadn’t taken you super long to take the pictures. You briefly convinced yourself that it was simply taking too long to send. But the painfully blank screen on your side was making you sick.
You quickly backed out of your texts with Shoko and into your bank of unread and forgotten contacts. You didn’t have to look far. Right under Shoko’s name with the “Attachment: 6 images” proudly displayed under it. The last person you wanted to send these to.
Geto Suguru.
You and Geto had never really gotten along. You didn't have any ill feelings towards him. In fact, when he first started, you had an embarrassing and rather childish crush on him. He was attractive, extremely pretty, it wasn't hard to feel a little nervous around him. However, he had appeared indifferent towards you. There weren't many opportunities for you to get to know one another, so you had counted your losses and moved on with your life. There was a silent agreement between the both of you, you just never spoke to him unless he initiated first or you really needed something.
But here you were now. Sent him photos where you're practically dripping and you barely spoke to the man.
You were going to kill yourself.
You found yourself returning back to Shoko with tears pooling in your eyes.
You
i misclicked and sent them to geto.
The read read receipt was instant, however Shoko’s response came two minutes later.
Shosho ❤️
i would love to see his face.
You
shoko, this is serious.
Shosho ❤️
has he seen them yet? if not, just try explaining it away.
You quickly clicked the back to Geto’s messages and hoped to see that he was busy and just hadn’t seen them. Your heart dropped further when you saw the read receipt under the photos. It’d been five minutes since he first saw them. You paled and felt like you could just about throw up when you saw the three dots on his side appear, disappear, then appear, then disappear. He was definitely typing up a storm about how inappropriate this was and that they’d be having a discussion with Yaga tomorrow morning.
However, his message was nothing of the sort.
Geto.
?
Nice bra.
Or lack thereof.
Still mad at you about the curses BTW.
You’re seriously going to kill yourself. This was it.
Your face flushed red, embarrassment and shame took ahold of you in an instant.
You
Geto, I’m so sorry. These were meant for someone else, this was a complete accident. Not an excuse, I should’ve been paying attention.
Again, I’m so sorry.
Your fingers shook as you typed out your deeply apologetic message.
Of all the people to accidentally send it to, it was the guy that acted like he had a bone to pick with you. The one guy out of the entire staff that just didn’t appear to like you.
You silently pondered and wished it had been Gojo you accidentally sent them to. He would’ve acted like a pervert and probably teased you about it for weeks on end, but he was friendly. He knew your limits. You feared exactly what Geto would do.
Geto.
You could make it up to me.
Can you call?
You
Sure.
The call came through in an instant, as if he had been hovering his thumb over the button waiting for your response. You answered and were about to apologize profusely, offering to take care of all his assignments for the next two months. You were about to until he spoke up.
“I’ve been thinking,” Geto’s voice was smooth and low on the other end, yet soft. As it always had been. His tone always as if he’s observing something interesting. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
You weren’t exactly sure what you expected from this call, but this definitely wasn’t even in the top twenty.
You blinked, your gaze on the ceiling. “You’ve been… thinking about me?” You repeated slowly, feeling suspicious.
Geto hummed. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you. About how we barely talk and I was trying to talk to you then… then you send those pictures.” He sounded a little breathless on the other end.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Geto, seriously, I’m so sorry-“
“Don’t apologize.”
You pressed your lips together at his interruption. He was definitely going to chew you out.
He took in a shaky breath, something that was terribly soft and unsteady. It made you tense up, eyebrows raising. "Seriously, don't apologize. You're, uh," he released an airy chuckle, "You're really hot."
You flushed. "Huh?"
"I said, you're really hot." He repeated himself and it was apparent by his tone that he was smirking. Your cheeks burned and you almost felt like your heart stopped completely. "And I've thought that for a while too."
"You have?"
"How could I not?"
You almost felt blindsided by his words. A nervous laugh leaving you. "You've never acted like I was anything worth a second glance." You tried to hide the vague hurt that lingered in your voice, but it was harder than you thought.
You prayed that he couldn't hear it, but it was apparent he had when there was an audibly shift from his side. "I will... I will apologize for that. I will apologize for that right now." He cleared his throat. "Y/N, I'm deeply sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've always thought you were interesting, but I just, uh, there was never ample opportunity for us to talk."
"Apology accepted," only because you wanted to continue to hear his sweet voice like this. And you couldn't stay mad at him. "You're only apologizing because of those pictures, aren't you?"
"No, no, no. I've been wanting to apologize for a while."
You weren't entirely convinced. "I'm sure."
Geto chuckled. "Sure, it was definitely a motivating factor, but I've been wanting to apologize and to talk to you for a while. Satoru keeps calling me a pussy, but I can't help it when I see you. I get nervous." You furrow your brow when you hear him take in a sharp inhale of breath. "I can't lie right now, I'm really hard."
Your heart skips and you feel your cunt give an involuntary clench. "Is that so?" You uttered, your hand subconsciously ghosting over your chest. A featherlight touch that made a slight thrum of your pulse start in your core.
"Y-Yeah," Geto's voice was a breathless whisper, shaky, but still butter sweet. "I couldn't help it when I saw those pictures, y'know? Especially that one of you laying down, your tits looked amazing and I just wanted... I wanted to feel them."
Your fingers ghost over your erect nipple. In response, you gasp softly, your eyes fluttering close. "Geto..." You sigh softly, grabbing your breast.
"Ah, f..." Geto stutters. There's a shuffle on the other end, then the distinct sound of a zipper. His breath is heavy when he seemingly returns the phone next to his ear. "Are you touching yourself?"
Moving your attention to your aching cunt, you roll your fingers over your panty clad clit. "I am now." You breathed.
"Me too."
The thought of Geto stroking his cock right now while sitting on the phone with you, brought goosebumps to your skin. Enough to make your cunt pathetically clench around nothing and for you moan softly under your breath. Was he thick and heavy? Probably. You have no doubt he was endowed especially with his beauty.
As if reading your mind, he spoke, "my cock is aching for you, baby. Barely even touched myself and I'm already leaking-- you got me so worked up. I wish I was there with you so I could fill your tight cunt up." His breath is shuddering and heavy. His voice deep and smooth as he speaks into your ear. "I wanna feel you squeeze around me."
In tandem with his words, you clench around your fingers, desperately grasping around what isn't there. "Fuck me." You choked out.
There's an audible sound on the other end as if Geto's spitting, then there's a squelch, and his panting becomes harder. "And then after, I would eat you out and watch it all spill outta you." His words were slurring together as the pleasure mounted up. But you didn't care as you moaned and mewled in response to his words. "T-Then, I'd do it all over again--- Fucking... squeezing me."
It was almost surprising the noises that emitted from you and your body. Your pussy was clenching and squelching as your fingers worked endlessly and in tandem with the assumed pace Suguru has on his cock. You could feel the familiar ball in your gut tighten and the almost itching feeling in your clit heighten. The image of him burying himself deep within you, filling you up until you were spilling everywhere-- it was almost enough to send you over. You wished to feel his tongue against your clit, the kissing and the licks he place against it. To taste himself and you on his tongue..
You pressed your head back against your pillows, your back arching. "Faster, Suguru." As if he was in the room with you, as if he was the one touching you and not your fingers frantically chasing after your orgasm. "R-Right there."
"Right there? You like it there?" It appeared that Suguru was fully willing to play along with your fantasy. Maybe it was his too. His words a mere growl amongst the moans and pants between the both of you. You pictured his face flushed, his bangs sticking to his sweat covered forehead, and his eyes staring at you from heavy lids.
You wished you could see him.
You clench your teeth as your walls desperately clench and your legs shake. "I-I...I'm so close, Suguru." You resisted the urge to close your legs as the overwhelming feeling inched closer. Your abdomen and your entire body threatening to stiffen up as you came all over your fingers.
"Mm," Suguru's hum was deep, "Me too. I'm going to too."
There wasn't a moment wasted as you cursed under your breath, the familiar wave of bliss washing over your body as you sung his praises. You were barely paying attention as he grunted out your name with a long groan. Too busy with your jolting hips as your rubbed lazy circles over your aching and overstimulated clit. It was good. Just on the phone its was so good and your heart pathetically ached at the thought of this just being phone sex.
Your legs fell limply to the bed and your eyes closed. You weren't entirely sure how you were still holding onto your phone as everything felt so heavy and light at the same time. However, you could hear Suguru trying to recover on the other end.
It took his a few moments, but he finally seemed to regain himself.
"That was..." Suguru cleared his throat, sounding awkward and amused at the same time. "Five minutes... that's a little embarrassing."
"I won't judge." You said without hesitation.
He giggled. Giggled. You felt your heart sputter. "How kind." He stuttered a nervous breath and you felt it all come to a close. So much for more than phone sex. "Hey, I-I've made quite the mess, so I gotta clean up. We'll talk tomorrow before work, yeah?"
"Okay." You breathed, not at all hopeful that there'd be a conversation being had with the both of you tomorrow.
"I was serious when I said I think about you. Some lewd photos don't change that." His tone was serious but tender all the same. "Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight, Suguru."
The call was dropped quickly. The phone being quickly thrown to the side as you pressed your hands against your red face. You ignored the numerous texts Shoko sent asking for updates and hoping you hadn't decided to really end yourself this time over some guy. As if some guy hadn't spent ten minutes on the phone, stroking his dick while you came with his name on your lips.
It was certainly a turn that you hadn't expected. To be pushing your fingers in yourself while Geto Suguru fucked his hand on the other end of the phone. Embarrassment would kill you tomorrow. Awkwardness would weigh over the both of you and Gojo would definitely--
Before you could continue your descent into madness, your phone vibrated again. Thinking it Shoko, you decided to open it.
Instead, it was Suguru.
It was an image attachment and, for whatever reason, you hadn't expected what it was.
It was taken from the back camera, pointing down as he laid down on what appeared to be his bed. His sweatpants were pushed down to his thighs and his softened cock was resting against his abdomen where a pool of cum was. His left hand rested right next to it, also covered in his cum. He was thicker than you imagined and definitely long. This was him soft?
Your eyes widened further as you read his message.
Geto.
Hope you keep that set around for next time x
You were so fucked.
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pseudopony · 3 months ago
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I have an idea for you.
Imagine being an absolute bitch to Dale. Usually, he'll take it on the cheek and give you a smile. Trying to be extra nice to earn your affection back. But what if he's in a particularly bad mood and decides he doesn't want to take your shit today. I have no doubt that man can drop his act and go straight sadistic.
Imagine the interrogation scene, his voice tone change. Oh my God. And now he's being absolutely horrible to you. Giving you a taste of your own medicine while he pushes you to your knees and degrades you <3
OHHHH MY GODDDD...truly only you have the power to make an ask higher quality than the writing itself - thank you ma'am ill give it my all
It was just like all the other times. Well, it looked just like all the other times. Yet again, that little flame in your tongue was firing off daggers towards your sweetheart - and it seemed to be going well, too. He always seems to take it fine enough, despite the obvious repression of the gritting of his teeth, or the tenseness in his jaw. He's rather talented at biting back his temper, especially when it comes to you.
In fact, on most days, your bold claims would almost make him laugh. To him, its more like a chihuahua yipping up at him from the floor below (though admittedly you are more than capable of genuinely wounding him if you catch him at the right moment). But not this time. God knows what's got him set off, wether it was another run in with that sarcastic little shopkeep, or perhaps a disagreement with Ruth, he's definitely not in the mood for your games. However, here come the games nonetheless.
At first, it wouldn't even seem like it was effecting him at all. He'd come off to you as eerily calm - almost a full circle contrast against his usual erratic state. His stare pierces a hole into some random section of floor, pulse unnaturally high compared to its regular idle state. His fingers dig mercilessly into his knees as he listens to your speech, waiting patiently for you to toss him that one final blow. And he knows you will. He's more than aware that eventually, one of your snide remarks will send him over the limit.
However, when it finally does, he has no interest in expressing it to you with words. Even if he did, I doubt he'd find them in any kind of timely manner. Something tells me he's not too great at talking about his problems (no shit). Waiting patiently for you to finally whip your head the other direction and begin to storm off, only to stop you right then and there with an iron grip on your hair. His fingernails press deep into the flesh as soon as he makes contact, a low rasp resonating from his throat and cutting you off just as soon as you begin to protest. "Aww, you don't wanna play anymore?" He doesn't sound all that playful himself. No matter what you say, he's dragging you towards himself until he's got your back pressed in against his chest. One hand maintains its place on your scalp, whilst the other snakes around to grip firmly upon your jaw. His breath is just as shaky as your own has become as he bends down to meet your gaze side to side, mouth mere inches away from the small of your neck. "It's no fair if I don't get a turn too, you know."
I can't imagine it takes much to set him off, really. It'd only take the span of a few months to quickly uncover all those little things that really make him lose it. But when you do finally push those buttons in the order that makes him tick, it's a matter of minutes before he's returning the favor.
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Dear Moor Monster of Mine
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I've been meaning to write a wolfblood harringrove au for so very long, so I'm glad that the @harringrove-relay-race gave me the push I needed to finally put my ideas down!
This is the first chapter. The full fic will be up on my AO3, but I didn't want to post too much here haha :)
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Since the series of incidents last year, Steve’s parents have been keeping an unbearably close eye on him. If you had asked Steve perhaps three years ago, he would have been overjoyed with having his parents around all the time. But, right now, making his walk of shame from the car park where his mam dropped him off to the school’s doors, he can’t bring himself to feel anything other than frustrated.
Instead of travelling away on one of their monthly ‘work conferences’, Steve’s parents have taken to staying home month-round. That now includes the full moons. 
When Steve was little he used to hate that his mam and dad left him home alone for such an important day. Sure, they made sure to get nice babysitters or arrange sleepovers for him with Tommy and Carol, but all he had wanted was to share that experience with them. It didn’t matter that he knew he couldn’t do the transformation yet and so couldn’t fully understand it all, they were still his pack and it felt like they just didn’t want to share something that fundamental to wolfblood life with him.
It was isolating and upsetting, no matter how many kisses or how much quality time his parents would try to repay him with upon their return. He just wanted to spend those days with them. But now? Now he would much rather be left alone to watch movies, hang out with his friends, and not have his trainers chewed-through by his mam’s overeager wolf self.
“Nice wellies, Stevie!” Tommy calls out from across the yard as Steve passes by.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” he huffs, striding on past to where Nancy and Jonathan are already waiting. 
Nancy doesn’t so much as spare him a glance as he comes to a squeaking standstill in front of them. She only manages a distracted ‘Hi, Steve’ as she continues flipping through her bag, clearly looking for something.
“Morning,” he answers anyway before turning to Jonathan.
He’s not looking at Steve either, too distracted by sending his choice of footwear a confused look.
“Planning on trekking through the woods later?” he asks by way of greeting.
“Monsters ate my shoes, had to make do with these instead.”
That makes Nancy’s head finally shoot up. For a moment, she gapes at him, flustered and speechless, before she composes herself with a sigh and a shake of her head. 
It’s then that she straightens up, shrugging her bag higher on her shoulder and brushing her hair back behind her ear. It opens her back into the group from where she had otherwise been sequestered off in her own mind. Steve grins at her.
“Don’t joke about stuff like that when Barb’s around,” she reminds him, expression friendly even in spite of her reproach.
“Don���t joke about what when I’m around?”
Well speak of the devil.
They all turn to Barb as she settles herself into their circle. Jonathan and Nancy look pained but Steve just throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a squeezing sideways hug.
“Nothing,” he dismisses. “Just the photography club.”
Barb rolls her eyes, leaning back in Steve’s hold to send him a look that says she doesn’t quite believe him. She doesn’t shrug out of his hold, though, and that might be enough to lighten his petulant mood. The pair of them have come a long way since the whole drama around him and Nancy dating, which is something he’s very glad for.
Losing Tommy and Carol as friends stung, no matter how much he knew it was probably for the best; they weren’t very nice people and being around that sort of character wasn’t doing him any favours, but they had been his friends for years. But cutting himself loose from them, and by apologising properly to Jonathan for being nasty about his brother going missing and to Barb for being such a douche, did bring him into a much nicer friend group.
“You’re not still on about that, are you?” Barb asks him.
“Always,” he replies with a grin, raising his brows. 
Okay, maybe he’s not fully lost all his douchey-ness, but at least now he can argue it’s just part of his charm. Barb just shakes her head and accepts it with a fond roll of her eyes. 
“You already have your own camera,” Steve continues, turning now to address Jonathan, “so it’s not like you need it to be a school club.”
“Yeah, but it’s nice for it to be.”
“Fine, but I still think I deserve more credit for joining.”
“You only put your name down on some paper,” Nancy points out, smiling indulgently at him.
“And wasn’t that to make up for you smashing my camera?” Jonathan pipes up.
Steve cups a hand over his heart with a wounded expression.
“Wow, I see how it is. And, for the record—” he drops his hold on Barb to lean in and jab a finger into Jonathan’s chest “—I replaced that camera, as you should all know. You use it all the time for your stupid club. And what’s the point of the school supplying you with stuff if you bring your own in anyway?”
No one humours that with a response. That’s fine, they’ve gone over this bickering a hundred times before. Steve only really brings it up to wind them up now—all in good humour! At the end of the day, he’s fine with being an on-paper member of their club if it helps them out or whatever, especially since he knows that the Photography Club is Jonathan’s favourite thing about school.
He owes them all as much as well, for continuing to let him hang around. They let him off the hook for last year with less grovelling than was probably deserved.
“Ah,” Barb jumps in. “Speaking of photography… you’ve got to see what I found this morning on the moors.”
She unearths her phone from her bag and Steve winces. Sure, it’s only been about a year that he’s known Barb, but he really has come to like her. 
The whole of Hawkins High has always known about her monster on the moors theory—hell, the whole town probably does—and Steve had laughed at it back then, like everyone else, but now Barb is his friend… It leaves a bit of a sour taste in his mouth to think of the way he’d acted about that before, and the way others still act now.
It was arrogance, that sort of reaction. Thinking he was better than her because of her theories. And it was him in particular who was more arrogant than anyone else, hiding behind it to ignore that twinge of anxiety. It was easier to dismiss it all as ridiculous. Steve hadn’t quite been cruel enough to laugh in her face, but he’d still snickered behind his hands with Tommy and Carol before him and Nancy had gotten together early last year. 
Now that he knows Barb, it’s definitely worse. With him being around her so often, it feels like he’s waiting for her to look at him a little too closely and see just what lies beneath the surface. And that’s something he really doesn’t want, not just for his own safety.
They had to come a long way to get to where they stand now, but she’s undoubtedly one of his closest friends. Her, Nancy and Jonathan. All three of them—despite their rocky time when Steve had thought Nancy was cheating on him with Jonathan—are the people he cares about most in this world. 
He really doesn’t want Barb’s obsession with her own ghost story to get in between them all, he couldn’t handle it if they decided he was still a monster even after everything.
“See?” Barb asks, shoving the screen of her cellphone in their faces.
On it, clear as day, is the photo of a paw print. Realistically, it could be anything so it shouldn’t matter… but Steve can’t help the small shudder of anxiety in his chest. It doesn’t even make sense! His parents couldn’t have been up in the moors to leave that—he would know—and there’s no other wolfbloods around for miles of their territory, so it’s got to be an animal. 
And yet.
“Um… What… is it?” Jonathan asks. “Just a paw print?”
Barb huffs, turning to show Nancy instead, who gives the photo a more genuinely intrigued look.
“ ‘Just a paw print’,” Barb grumbles. “This is proof.”
“It could be,” Nancy says, and Steve can tell that she’s serious. “I could also be a fox or something—”
“Yeah, or a stray dog,” Jonathan suggests.
Barb looks at Steve pleadingly, but there’s nothing he can say. He knows this isn’t what Barb wants it to be. It can’t be.
“We need more concrete evidence,” Nancy consoles her instead.
“But this still proves something,” Barb insists. “That there’s something up there.”
“Hey, Barbara!” Carol calls.
The group of them all turn to see Carol, Tina and Vicki walking up behind them.
“I saw something weird on the moors: you.”
The others snicker as they push past, making their way inside. Steve shoots them a sour look as they strut past.
“Whatever, Carol,” Jonathan sighs, never having enough energy to deal with her dramatics.
Steve can’t blame him, it seems impossible that he had been able to get used to what they were like.
“Ignore her,” Nancy tells Barb.
“I will. We’ll show her when we end up being right.”
Nancy nods with an unsettling certainty.
Walking in to their form room would be the same as usual were it not for the folder of posters Nancy finally unearths from her bag. She leafs through them, splitting the pile into smaller ones to hand to each of them. Steve accepts his own with a begrudging confusion, peering down at the sign-up sheets and trusting the others to guide his way through the halls.
“When did you have time to print these off?” he asks.
“I came in early,” Nancy tells him with a shrug. “My parents wanted me to show Mike around on his first day anyway, so I was in early.”
Steve hums.
“That’s right, you two—” he gestures between Jonathan and Nancy “—have your brothers starting year 7 now, right?”
Jonathan nods to him; “That’s right.”
They turn a corner, heading towards the stairs up to Mrs Click’s room.
“Why don’t you just get them to sign up for your club, then? They’re nerds. That way you won’t need to stick these up around school.”
Barb rolls her eyes as Steve reaches over her to wave his stack under Nancy’s nose. The brunette just bats him away with an unimpressed look.
“I don’t think they’d find that particularly… cool,” Jonathan answers in her stead, “hanging out with their older siblings.”
Steve shrugs. He can’t say he can relate, being an only child, but whatever, he can see where they’re coming from. 
Barb and Nancy are debating the best ways to go about getting new members for the photography club when Steve goes rigid. They take a few more steps before they realise he’s fallen behind and then, with curious eyes, turn back to call out to him.
Steve doesn’t hear a word of it. Something’s off.
An unusual scent roots him to the spot. He doesn’t know what it is—or maybe he does, but it can’t possibly be what he thinks. All he knows is that this has never been here before, and it shocks him with a deep sense of wrongness. It doesn’t belong there.
He needs to root it out.
An instinctive territoriality spurs him onwards, picking up his pace until his friends are following after him with confused shouts. He needs to find whatever left that scent throughout the school. It’s like he can see it, a trail of scent in the air guiding him to whoever or whatever left it.
“Steve?” Nancy is calling. “Steve!”
He just keeps moving, feet carrying him onwards. Turning down hall after hall, paying no attention to the loitering students he shoulders past. 
“Steve, you’re going the wrong way,” he thinks that might be Jonathan this time.
The bell rings and more students hurry through the corridor, dispelling the scent trail. If Steve had gone through his first transformation by now, he’d probably still be able to track down whoever left it from the lingering traces, but with his senses not being fully developed yet…
He stands still dumbly, staring ahead with a sense of uselessness. The wolf instinct within him feels unappeased.
“C’mon,” Jonathan coaxes, leading him back over to where Barb and Nancy stand looking concerned. “We’ve got class.”
It’s probably lucky for them all that the scent trail Steve was following didn’t create too big of a detour. As it stands, they get into Mrs Click’s class for form in the nick of time. The woman stands up at the front of the room, talking to an unfamiliar head of blonde curls.
At first, Steve notices nothing askew—Mrs Click is talking to the new student about how she is their form tutor and head of year—but then it washes over him. The adrenaline of nearly being late to his first lesson fades and that scent steals his attention again. 
He freezes in where he’s stepped aside to allow Barb to shuffle into their shared desk, eyes swivelling to that new figure. Now that he’s paying attention, it’s like the scent itself is visible in the air, clouding around him with that cloying wrongness and announcing to the world how wrong his presence here is.
There’s a cocksure smirk on his face that makes Steve’s lip curl in disdain, an instinctual need to snarl and warn off the outsider barely suppressed.
“Everyone, this is William Hargrove—”
“Billy,” the new kid buts in. “It's Billy.”
A chorus of ooohs rise from the room, students goading on the attitude shown to their teacher. For her credit, Mrs Click takes it in stride. Instead, she nods and turns to settle the class.
“Okay,” she says, raising her voice over the beginnings of chatter. “That’s enough, thank you…”
But Steve is barely listening. It’s like everything else fades away and his focus narrows down to this William—Billy—still standing at the front of the class. Like Steve’s whole world is overtaken by the beating of his heart and the inescapable smell of him, a smell that’s so familiar. Familiar in a way that has his hackles rising in unease. It’s almost like…
“You smell like my parents,” Steve blurts out, and the rest of the class starts laughing.
Nancy reaches over from her and Jonathan’s desk to yank him down into his seat by the hem of his jumper’s sleeve. She shoots him an unimpressed look as Mrs Click scolds him:
“Alright, Harrington. Sit down.”
Steve barely hears any of them, barely notices any of it. Billy’s eyes had locked on to his, deep and blue and endless. It felt like Steve was falling into them, diving head-first into their emptiness where Billy would eat him alive. 
“Steve,” Barb whispers, jabbing him with an elbow. 
It’s only then that Steve realises he’s been watching Hargrove as he walks over to an empty seat at the very back of the room. 
“What’s gotten into you?” she asks, sounding concerned.
“Nothing,” he dismisses, trying to turn and give her his full attention. “It’s nothing.”
He can’t get involved, not after everything. Steve has been working so hard to prove to his parents and his friends—hell, even to Tommy and Carol as they watch with a smug anticipation for his downfall—that he’s not the guy he used to be. That’s something he can’t just throw away by causing problems with the new kid, even if he’s breaking every rule Steve has ever known.
There’s no question that this Billy is a wolfblood like he is, like his family is. The question is what is he doing here? One doesn’t just set up themselves on some other pack’s territory, and the Harringtons have held the territory around Hawkins for centuries. 
By showing up here, Billy is throwing everything off balance, but Steve can’t risk doing anything about it. Not now, not like this. As much as Steve wants to step up and scare him off, this is something he’s going to have to leave to his parents to deal with.
Even as he feels the itch of Billy’s eyes on the back of his neck, Steve keeps on looking ahead.
Billy, so it seems, takes no time to settle into Hawkins. By the time lunch rolls around, he’s already settled himself pride of place between Tommy and Carol, a wolfish curl to his grin that flashes just a hint of canine. It’s so outlandishly taunting that Steve has to sit with his back to their table to avoid staring at his sheer gall.
Nancy and Jonathan are discussing the school paper when Steve decides he can’t stand this silence anymore. He tears his head around from looking over his shoulder after Billy’s eyes catch his and his smirk seems to dim.
“Where the hell did he even come from?” he asks, cutting off Jonathan’s suggestion about… actually Steve isn’t sure, something about a book of the week.
“Who?” Nancy asks and Steve jerks his head back to where Billy now keeps sending glances his way. 
He can feel the others’ gaze on him, like someone is brushing his fur the wrong way. 
“Billy,” he says, trying with great difficulty to keep his tone neutral. “Someone must have seen something. Moving vans or something. Anything.”
Jonathan just shrugs.
“Not that I heard. Seems like everyone’s interested in him now, though.”
Steve looks around again in time to see Tina and Vicki settle themselves in the seats opposite Billy and Carol, effectively severing Steve’s line of sight. He huffs and turns back around. At the very least, them blocking the way soothes that feeling of being observed.
When he meets her eye, Nancy has a concerned look on her face.
“Leave it Steve,” she warns, voice carefully neutral. “You don’t want to get caught up in any trouble again.”
He hears what she’s saying, even if she won’t just come out with it. 
I won’t put up with you if you act like an asshole again.
It rankles him. It’s not even like it’s him doing anything wrong here! He almost wants to tell her that, to point out that for once he’s not just being an asshole, but doesn’t dare. He can’t, he reminds himself.
He couldn’t tell Tommy and Carol—probably for the best given their massive fall out—and so he can’t tell these guys either. No matter what. Which means he just has to bite his tongue and mind himself. This is something he just needs to let lie and have his parents handle it.
They can reach out to Billy’s pack, he thinks. And then this will be sorted.
“And who’s that?” 
Billy’s voice is clear and quiet with consideration, cutting through all the background noise like he had whispered the words directly into Steve’s ear. He shouldn’t be able to hear it, but he can’t help himself from focusing his enhanced hearing to pick up the conversation.
“Him?” Tommy says, breaking off with a derisive laugh. “That’s ‘King Steve’, used to be top dog around here. The Harrington’s have lived here for years, one of those right old families and Steve acted like it until he got all soft and cosied up to Nancy. Well—” Tommy laughs again and Steve clenches his fist beneath the table “—until Nancy ran off after weirdo Byers, there.”
Billy hums, interested. He doesn’t say anything else, but Steve can feel the way his eyes linger on him for a long moment.
The canteen smells like the sweat of overcrowded kids as he takes in steadying breaths through his nose. Jonathan, Barb and Nancy chat on none the wiser. It takes a long moment, but Steve manages to reign in his self control and steel himself into an icy indifference.
It doesn’t matter what Tommy thinks of him. Steve’s moved on, he’s better than this now. And the new kid won’t be around for long. Wolfblood packs don’t mix; even if he’s here now, he won’t be for long. Him and his pack will be long gone by the end of the week.
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Stick around to see what wonderful work @medusapelagia has put together for us next!! <3
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drdemonprince · 7 months ago
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how did you know that seeking institutional help was the right step to take?
For four years I was always in high levels of care. When I transitioned out of that, I was a "revolving door patient" to ip units living with a carer the rest of the time. I sometimes self-harmed or did other actions intentionally to get hospitalized during that time. I'm going to focus on mostly that because I don't want to get into the weeds of how different psych treatment programs are categorized and run.
I would say that my goal of being hospitalized usually was to change something in my outpatient life - let my therapist know I wasn't willing to do something, get my companions to let me go for walks alone, whatever. I'd get hospitalized or call the cops on myself or send scary texts to my therapist and then try to end my life, eventually being stopped. I didn't want to die, but if I could prove to them I was willing to, they'd listen.
Another person mentioned a desire for closeness+physical touch, and that was a huge part of it for me. i even got restrained sometimes just because I wanted any touch, which is something commonly heard from incarcerated people. I had certain nurses and other staff who I saw as my family, calling my therapist "dad" and interacting in a needy, childlike way with floor staff.
I also liked how much it pared down my life. I was in college at the time, and found the social habits of the other students confusing and overwhelming, so I'd get hospitalized to miss class.
what helped you trust the professionals or the institution enough for it to be beneficial to you?
i wouldn't say I trust any of the institutions, but some staff earned my trust. I was a scary mean noncompliant patient so the few who actually bothered to get to know me were usually moments away from some kind of burnout where they realized all this shit sucks.
One of the things they did that earned my trust was to share about their own mental health or addiction history. This is encouraged in sud places, but usually VERY discouraged in psych units, moreso the higher level of care it is.
Another big thing was to allow me to break rules or break them themselves. My ex-therapist used to meet with me for extra time, give me my DVD player when I wasn't allowed, etc. and it felt like he saw me as equal. Turns out he sucks. but. during the time he was treating me he definitely helped me a lot with my thinking patterns, so the trust still ended up benefiting me, even if the relationship didn't always. He also talked A LOT about his family and life outside of work, and showed me pictures, and I even met his dog once.
for me this is an example of why therapists are kind of. not great? because he earned my trust enough to help me, I was at his defense. I felt like not getting better was something I was "doing to him", and his displays of sadness (once something I'd considered a positive aspect of his self disclosure) became a way to manipulate me into the hospital when I didn't want to go, without having to resort to force or law. i agreed with the assertion of psychology that he knew me better than I know myself, and gave every part of my personality, personhood, to the medical model.
so yes it helped as in now when I'm suicidal or about to bpd-style destroy my every relationship I think "play the tape forward what happens next" and don't. which is lame bc it means most of the people who treated me get to leave patting themselves on the back about how well im doing now.
which kinds of institutions have been *less* traumatic than the others?
A few times I got to live in supportive group home style places, and those are kind of nice! It was cool to be in a place surrounded by other mentally ill people. Much less lonely. In general, places that let you outside independently, let you access food independently (e.g. no staff in the kitchen), and let you keep some secrets from staff are the best. My quality of life was 100% better when all the program heads knew we were vaping in our rooms but just let it happen unless someone started setting off alarms. Ditto with like, being able to stay up late on Devices.
Having that independence, a place for my sense of self other than being a patient, was sooo sooo helpful.
is it sometimes worth simply not being able to act on the ideation, even if it means putting up with lots of institutional bullshit?
I didn't find the hospital particularly good at getting me to not act, instead they just prevented the worst consequences. All three hundred stitches I got for self-harm were while I was institutionalized. But like, my nerve damage is less than it could've been. I am not sure how to evaluate if that's better than having just died, because I have no idea how much the institution itself caused self-harm and suicidality.
all things being equal, would it always be better to be able to stay at a friend's house instead?
yes
if you could get 24-7 company from a loved one, would that be better?
yes. however. i think it would be good if people had some information about how to talk to suicidal people. like... i forget the training. but its similar to what they teach helpline volunteers. thats its ok to say suicide. to ask if they have a plan. to ask if theyd be willing to get rid of the means. etc.
SORRY IF THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE TO READ
this is a wealth of information, thank you!
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xoxo-ren-xoxo · 6 months ago
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4, 7, 13, and 19 for the fanfic writing asks
4. Link your three favorite fics right now.
Oh man, you're making me CHOOSE??? This is fucked up and evil actually. Okay. Ugh, there are so many I love... buuut I can probably muster up three currently updating fics. If anyone wants my completed fic recommendations then ask away!
First of all, @angeart 's wonderful(ly evil) Help Me To Breathe, which I have been commenting essays on for a while now. I'm biased because we're friends but this fic does so many things right - it is long but for me it's definitely worth it. How she handles mental health struggles is really poetic whilst remaining grounded, which I appreciate a lot. If you're looking for... 242k words (so far) of scarian angst, this is the fic to check out. It's not finished yet but it is worth waiting for.
Next, @definitelynotshouting 's lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) is THE fic that started my obsession with watcher!Grian. It's the fic that inspired my own watcher/listener series (shameless self promo) and it is constantly taking up space in my brain. It is devastatingly sad, but it is about recovery, ultimately, and again I really love how it's being handled so far. Really worth the read.
Finally, @uhohbestie 's There Are Monsters Nearby .... when I say this fic has been living in my head rent free... I mean this fic has been LIVING. THRIVING. in my mind. This is truly classic zombie fiction, where the zombies are kind of second to the relationship drama. I love the explorations of disability in the apocalypse, something I myself have been advocating for in my original writing, and the depictions and emotional beats surrounding cheating, flawed perspectives and jealousy are heartbreaking and so realistic. Wonderful fic. I am in shambles. Please read it.
7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?
My ideal fic seems to be anywhere between 5k and 200k, but then some of my favourites have also been oneshots. I tend to go for any multichapter with more than 1k words per chapter, and any oneshot that takes my interest (though a longer one (5k +) will catch my eye a bit more than a drabble). It's kind of hard for me to tell, because I read a lot of unfinished fics, but I do kind of prefer fics that take months to update but give a 5k + chapter every time... longer *tends* to mean slightly higher quality, but that is not always the case. Agh. I don't know. Every rule can be broken.
13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?
Yes and no. Multichapters tend to get their own little document for organisation with each chapter broken down into scenes. However, for Comms AU, I quite insanely went into it with no plan or outline. Yes, I am just now getting an outline together. Yes, it is a fic with 5 different timelines happening at once. Yes, I am regretting the lack of plan.
19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?
I write, then pass at least once (usually twice, sometimes even three times) to edit. My edits usually attempt to flesh out things that feel rushed or don't make sense. My writing is tricky sometimes, I hate writing plainly and that then becomes a weakness when I spend 5 paragraphs describing the texture of the air without actually explaining what's happening. So I try to clean that up. Comms AU gets one edit, usually, because it is just "audio", though with all my fics I sometimes edit as I write - especially if I've taken a break and decide to re-read what I've written.
Thanks for sending these asks! I have discovered that I need to make a longer fic rec post omg...
The ask game!
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urcharactersclasspect · 3 months ago
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this is gonna be a weird one, and i know you don't classpect real people but im. very curious about what the hell happened on my classpect journey.
so as a kid i was a rogue of hope, and i was very proud of that. years later, i get back into homestuck, take quizzes again and im... a maid of life? i mean, sure, i can see that.
i take new quizzes today and apparently im either sylph of light or heart.
what does this mean??? ive been trying to decipher from your blog and others what being either one of these aspects means to and for me. ive tried mixing and matching all the classes and aspects ive gotten over the years but it's all left me so confused. im hoping that if i send you this and you see my string of results SOMETHING will make sense out of it
Soo I think I made a very loose post on this type of thing for myself forever ago (maybe around the start of the blog?)
My own journey to figure shit out was something like this:
Maid of Blood > Sylph of Breath > Knight of Space > Thief of Heart > Knight of Life > Maid of Mind > Mage of Mind > Mage of Light
I even thought Rogue of Light sort of fit me, to a degree. or Knight.
But Im genuinely the most comfortable as Mage. It fits way too much (if it wasnt already completely obvious lol)
A classpect journey can take seemingly forever to come to a comfortable conclusion for yourself on, if you get into it more. I cant possibly know you more than you know yourself. Nor can anyone else! The best way to come to a more weeded out conclusion is higher quality tests on it. For me. The best way to come to a fitting conclusion (or at least to come closer to where I needed to get to) was the classic, The Celebration & Bells Test.
This test is, by far, possibly the best test to sort out your Class. You can take the Aspect part or not from this. The class itself is likely the most important though and arguably, the trickiest thing to fully decide on for most. The only reason I say you can take or leave the aspect you get from this one, is because in my opinion, it suffers from 1 thing. Which is that it seems to have a Aspect residual bias, meaning whichever Aspect is your result on this, might be via someone elses around you's aspect vibes rubbing off on you, not your exact aspect. (This could be a thing with extended zodiac too though, keep it in mind).
For Aspect, I recommend of course, the obvious. The Extended Zodiac by Andrew Hussie himself.
With these two tests I want you to do 2 things.
You will need to take the Bells test twice. You will need to take the Extended Zodiac 4 times. 1 with your primary Zodiac in mind, one with your favourite colour of the 12 in mind and after this, wait a week then try to do it again twice like that. If you wanna get spicy, Do this a 5th time and do this again in a month afterwards.
Do the Bells test once before the Extended part. Then again when youre doing the extended again the week later. What Classes did you get from Bells? What Aspects did you get from the Extended? If you get a class more than once, that's probably your class or something close to it (perhaps an inversion of the class you get).
Look at the moons you get: Did you get prospit more on your Extended Results? Derse? Whichever ones had that most, is likely closer to the real aspect you are. Stick to that moon.
That out of the way, in my personal thought process on what looks like is going on here is that you might be a Heart player struggling with a somewhat typical heart player indecisiveness on the matter. I cant exactly tell you class, though. Or whats happening here- It might just be a simple mistake of using the older classpecting tests that arent as well-made as others are due to being outdated or simply a lot more watered down in details on this sort of thing (Not everyones crazy like me and other classpectors who go on tirades on this topic afterall lol). Or you COULD be just a light player going through the mess of deciphering yourself out. It happens, for sure. And id say the most common thing to get snagged on is if youre really a light player or not based on Light player common issues.
A classpecting journey whether for funsies or for an analysis on yourself in more detail, is one thats very personal. You can really only sort through suggestions and parse out what you think seems the absolutely most fitting thing.
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starsofjewels · 2 months ago
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HPQD: Birthdays
‘Sometimes in the journey you can forget the purpose of the trip.’ Me, rn, trying to sound fancy.
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It’s my birthday on an undisclosed Libra date (wish me happy birthday pls I need the attention), and so I present to you this post, because I haven’t done a QD in MONTHS. And as much as I love Greggie… Hot werewolf man. That’s it.
Requests and other funnies are comings, this was just for the sillies.
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CONTENT: Not much, for once. Mentions of sex in Fenrir's paragraph (because of course), LV being a toxic (overly controlling etc).
INFO- Each DILF has a birthday quality rating and a best gift given rating. Be underwhelmed.
Approx 1k words: Very lil pookie baby.
Barty Crouch Sr- Traditional and Well-Planned:
He’s a simple man with very limited needs, in terms of it. In fact, you probably won’t even know when his birthday is until the day-of, and his sisters send him cards. That being said, your birthday is a completely different game. It’s easiest for him to show affection through material gifts, so expect flowers, jewellery, and anything that you’ve had your eye on over the course of the year may mysteriously appear in a gift basket at some point during the day. Barty will go through all the motions of the birthday, he’ll take you for dinner, then the theatre, and the day after you’ll have a small family gathering. He has it arranged very far in advance, he likes to be planned. It becomes your little tradition, and you’re oddly alright with that.
Birthday Rating: 6/10 - Solid, non-spontaneous.
Best Gift: That pair of overly expensive shoes you swore you didn’t need and he told you he wouldn’t buy… He still bought them. 7/10: -3 points for lying.
Fenrir Greyback- Woodland Chaos:
Do you remember participating in/ watching kids organise things for Mother’s Day? This exact vibe. He’s not very good at remembering small things: what to bring home from the shops, which day it is, that sort of thing. He’ll get the date right, but the day wrong. Cue panic when he realises your birthday is today, and not tomorrow. But, living in a forest and being a canonic pile of muscle has its advantages. He’ll hunt a few deer, maybe steal a cow from one of the farms a few miles out and you’ll have a lovely, if slightly meat-central, birthday barbeque. It is very rushed and something will be forgotten, but it’s very sweet. He does remember to get your presents well in advance, though.
Birthday Rating: 4/10- Buy this man a calendar, please. Points for getting your gifts, though.
Best Gift: Birthday sex. My man goes all out. 100+/10.
Rufus Scrimgeour- Money buys Happiness:
Let’s not forget Rufus is making bank as Minister. Let’s also not forget this man lives to get you whatever you want, whenever you want it. And what does a princess who has everything receive for her birthday? It started as whatever you wanted, but when you, like any self-respecting individual involved with an extraordinarily wealthy man, refused to take his money, it became an extended weekend trip to an undisclosed area of Europe. He’s Minister for Magic, and that comes with a certain level of international respect, especially as the famed War Minister. And so, you get a little trip to do some shopping, he’ll get a hotel with soap which has a higher net worth than you do, and when your next birthday comes around he’ll fight with you again over letting him buy you a present.
Birthday Rating: It’s a free trip to somewhere that isn’t GB- 10/10.
Best Gift: Cultural street food. A quiet night underneath street lighting, sitting in a park, with nothing really to say. A romantic, simple date. 8/10- It’s a coin flip whether or not you get food poisoning.
Lord Voldemort- Sweet or Creepy?:
We can be perfectly honest with ourselves, this is a judgement-free space… Tommy is creepy, he’s creepy as a kid, he’s creepy as a snake-talkin’ teenage hoodlum, and he’s creepy as a snake-lookin’ adult hoodlum. Isn’t that why we love him? You have, and always will have, guards with you at any time you’re not in the house, and this includes in the gardens, he’s not taking any chances. What this means is that he has two, or maybe even three, loyal, skilled men to watch over you. Anything you look at, or touch, or even mention in passing, will be recorded down and probably, eventually bought- Kind of like Barty, but in a depersonalised, slightly violating way. Your birthday dinner is about as cold and unfeeling as most Death Eater meetings are, but you get alcohol and attention, so who are you really to complain? As Dark Lady, there is a point where your personal life becomes a state affair, and this is one of them. But, if you’re good, he’ll give you a little picnic- Just the two of you, and maybe the children. It’s sweet, and a reminder that somewhere in him, there’s a heart which beats.
Birthday Rating (state affair): 3/10- I mean, who’s really complaining about free alcohol and wearing a pretty dress? +1 points for getting catering.
Birthday Rating (personal life): 9/10- Thought is put into it. It is sweet and simple, and you can forget your duty for just a moment.
Best Gift: A live Guinea pig (or other rodent of your choice- See the pets episode). 9/10- He feels bad about a snake eating the last one, so you get Nibbles. Nibbles does as his name suggests, and nibbles you when you first handle him. -1 point.
Igor Karkaroff- The Feast:
High Master does, at its very name suggests, require an awful lot of work, especially out of class time. He could work all day (not that he does) and still have more to do on overtime. His office is quite comfortable, though, so he shan’t particularly complain about it. That being said, living in an isolated mountain-castle in the middle of nowhere reduces the chances he’ll take you to a nice restaurant and a luxury hotel- There is no Hogsmeade equivalent for Durmstrang, remember- So, what do you get? A feast. You get a feast. And I don’t mean a tiny pizza slice and a fruit cup. Boars will be found, honey-mead will run like water, and there will be at least 4 days off for everyone to recover from the hangover. You are the best teacher this school has ever had, after all, you deserve a treat.
Birthday Rating: 10/10- (He has the Planning Committee organise and arrange the entire thing and then puts his name on it. It’s alright, you’ll get them a card).
Best Gift: More robes and/or pelt blankets- 6/10. It might sound a bit boring, but you do live in a literal mountain landscape, so it’s quite practical. +2 points for cosiness.
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soundofseclusion · 8 months ago
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mutual aid post for my cat jupiter
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just learned that my cat Jupiter has diabetes and his recent treatment has been very expensive, so i'm accepting donations/comissions on a pay-what-you-want basis. mostly this is mutual aid but i want to offer something back if you send me money. details and sample art in replies
you can send me an art request and a donation through paypal, ko-fi, or cashapp. i'll provide art for any donation higher than $5. you can DM me (with proof of donation) if you need to provide references
Paypal link Ko-fi link $soundoff95
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this is roughly the level of effort/quality you can expect, but i'll definitely try to put in more effort for higher donations. again, i just want to give back to those who are willing/able to help
Jupiter is about seven years old and very dependent on me due to severe separation anxiety. his recent treatment--including medicine for pain and diabetes--ran me almost 1k dollars. i was able to afford it, but i'm hoping to recoup some of the cost.
i'm a trans woman with very low income, so every unexpected expense is a massive setback in terms of my plans to save for an eventual move to a safer state with my partner. Jupiter takes precedent over everything else in my life, so I'm willing to spend whatever i need to in order to ensure he is healthy and safe.
that being said, it's at the point where i turn to asking for help on the internet, and while i can't offer much in return, any small donation of $5 or more will receive a drawing of whatever you request. turnaround time will depend on how many donations i get, but i'll try to get something done asap!
if you have any questions at all please feel free to DM me. if this gains a lot of traction i might have to increase the minimum d0nation for an art piece, but i don't anticipate that will happen. Thank you for any help you can provide or even just for reading/sharing!
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sweetest-honeybee · 1 year ago
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I'm going to be starting my very first commissions soon! I am very excited but do you have any tips on what I should and shouldn't do?
Oh that’s very exciting! Hmm I have a post somewhere but I’ll just answer anyways 😂 This is gonna be insanely long
- Don’t be disappointed if you don’t get a huge amount of people asking at first. It’s all about drawing people in and growing an audience! If you don’t have an audience yet, it’s always worth it to market and advertise pretty well. Multiple social medias, using common tags, promoting in say, is discord server if you’re in one or something, all that jazz
- Pricing is very difficult and it’ll fluctuate and change over time. You’re not gonna get it down first try, and they’ll change with your workflow and what you realize you can and can’t do/handle! Personally, I took the amount of time I take on each canvas and estimated some average times (I.e. a rendered bust takes me 1.5-2 hours) and multiplied that by ah, $30 I think at first? And then doubled my prices later down the road
- Additionally however, pricing in such a way that you make good money for your time is important but, and I can’t stress this enough, PLEASE consider the people you’re advertising your work to and who follows you, what communities you’re in, etc. For myself, I’ve recently began to aim for higher quality clients who can pay more all at once and so I can get more money with less commissions stacked in my queue. Thus why my lowest price is still quite high. If you want more frequent clients, most often it’s best to keep your prices relatively low but still good value for you. Again, it’s all about finding that balance and figuring out your workflow
- Speaking of workflow, there’s no one right way to do commissions. Your process is your own and from my experience, I’ve gone through a bunch of different processes with different people! Haha, I’ve even signed a contract once to really seal the deal on the terms and conditions. Make it your own! Be as professional as you feel the need to or not. Do whatever makes you comfortable as long as it’s not at the expense of the client, of course
- You may or may not be contacted by spam bots and other accounts about your work. Believe me, it’ll happen once or twice that you might be scammed if you’re not careful (it’s happened to me twice) but if I could say, it’s usually accounts with names that don’t match their icons, using little/terrible punctuation and very automated repsonses, requesting work that’s not what you do usually, requesting work of family members/pets, offering very large sums of money, whatever else. Just be safe!
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- Make sure you have plenty of examples of your work and the style of art/coloring that you’re advertising. If you’re offering something new, just get like 3-4 examples in and have a consistent process before having people pay money for it. I love my current rendering style but I had to wait til I had a few to know how I wanted to go about offering it as a new coloring style and how it’s different from what I would typically do
- Some clients are definitely rude and pester. It’s okay to put your foot down and say you’re not comfortable working with them. Personally, I offer up other artists if that’s the case (within reason, I don’t send rude people generally but sometimes clients get frustrated with you because you’re not the kind of artists they’ll end up wanting to work with) or if I’m just not able to do a commission because it’s, for example, out of my skill level or something. Always good to send people to artists who are open for work
- I’m actually learning this myself but if you’re working with someone who’s well known (I.e. I worked with good ol Xisumavoid), having T&Cs is useful for those larger clients. Xisuma actually gave me his terms and conditions to fill out in the invoices so if the client has that as well, it works that way too! And again, if you have questions or you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s T&Cs, say that! Believe me, they’ll work with you if they truly intend to use your work (bless that man, he was so kind and transparent about the whole process)
- Of courses you are just starting out but you never know!
That’s pretty much he main stuff. Just make sure it’s seen and clear, you’re valued and understand your value, and that everything you’ll be doing is all up to you. If you have artists friends (or myself) that you’d ever need input from, give them (or me) a holler! This is all just me, other artists have more or different ways they’d suggest going about things so if you don’t agreed with anything I’ve said, that’s alright 😌
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herbgerblin · 2 years ago
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Hi Herb!! I was wondering if you had any advice on opening commissions? I enjoy your art immensely and you were one of the first people I thought of to ask since I know you do commissions on occasion
Sorry if this is totally weird, I am just at a complete loss! Thanks for taking the time to read this!
These are things I wish I had figured out when I started selling art commissions. Also, feel free to use my current commission form to pattern your own. (also if anyone >.> wants to commission me, I am open <.<)
Step 1: Write a Terms of Service
Good terms of service will manage the expectations of your clients, establish a level of professionalism, and protect you if someone tries to argue something already made clear in writing. You can keep your ToS really simple, but it's good practice to include the following:
What kind of art you will/won't do (I don't do nfts)
Estimated duration of the project (2-4 weeks is my M.O.)
Number of revisions (more than 3, I add a fee)
When and how often you will update the client
Rights that you retain as an artist/permit to the client
Note: This mainly applies to personal/non-commercial work. If you are approached to make art for a game/magazine/website, do a ton more research. You will need to write out a contract that makes things Boringly Clear, and you will want to retain all of your rights as an artist.
Step 2: PRICES (scream)
Everyone starts out underselling. I'm underselling (I'm trying to get better.) Just go at your own pace. Look at what other artists are offering, but don't just look at the quality of their work. Think about your turnaround time, your style, and your target audience. If you are a fast worker or very detailed, that's worth a pay bump. Niche communities will pay solid money for artists to cater to them. So for example, if you draw fetish art, you have more room to charge higher.
ALWAYS GET PAYMENT UP FRONT. You can offer half upfront and half upon completion. If it's a big or long-term project, it's okay to go 30/70. BUT NEVER START WORK WITHOUT SOME SORT OF COMPENSATION. I just had a client that has not paid me the 2nd half and they are blacklisted. This rarely happens but it does happen.
Once you think you've got a price chart you feel comfortable with, add $20. Do it, even if it feels wrong. You may have to pay transaction fees, or the work (often) takes longer than expected. It'll be a small mercy to yourself to account for these things. Raise your prices a little bit each year because you are growing in experience and inflation (scream) is a thing that affects the arts too.
Step 3: INTEGRATE AND AUTOMATE
I wish I had done this step years ago, but I slacked off, and therefore staying organized was a nightmare. The less "business" stuff you have to do manually, the more time you can focus on "creative" stuff.
Make a google form. Make it as easy for the client to input information as possible. In the settings, set it so that responses will go to an excel file. The questions you ask will be the titles of the fields, so keep them short and easy to read. Reference image attachments will save to google drive.
You can set it up so that you will get an email whenever you get a new response (you might want to make a separate email account specifically for commissions.) Prewrite confirmation responses and save them as templates so that you're not writing the same email to clients over and over again.
Set reminders for responding to clients, requesting payment, and finishing work. This can be through google calender or some other app. You are responsible for facilitating communication. Even if the email is just, "Hey, just letting you know the work is still in progress, I will send you a wip in 1-2 days." Client assurance is high priority.
I use paypal invoice for payments. It means I have to pay a transaction fee, but I factor that into my prices. It also ensures that I have clear documentation for orders, I can send reminders easily if I haven't been paid, and it just looks more professional overall. You can use whatever service feels most comfortable, just make sure you practice good bookkeeping (*stares at my taxes in horror*)
Step 4: Mockups and Descriptions
Provide examples of the work that you are going to. Make a mockup of busts/half body/full body, etc. Don't include anything you don't intend to actually produce.
Make sure that your form includes room to answer EVERY question about the commission that you might have. This will reduce the amount of back and forth you need to have with your client. You want to be able to get that request, confirm it, send that invoice, and jump on it ASAP.
Step 5: Start small, be honest, be firm
If you haven't done commissions before, have a limited number of slots available. Take break time after you've finished a certain amount. Don't languish over an art piece. At some point, it will be as done as it can be. Send it to the client, and keep rolling.
If you feel like you are getting overwhelmed, tell your client. It's bad practice to go on hiatus and not notify them while they're waiting on an update. If you genuinely forget to touch base with them, do so as soon as possible. Apologize, then finish the work as soon as you can. Refund if you think that's the most polite route, but completing the task is usually more appreciated.
Be cordial, but firm. People will try to bully you over little things, but don't give in. Ignore folks who say your prices are too high. Make it clear that if they ask for more than what is agreed, you will charge a fee. If you feel like a request is sketchy, get a second opinion.
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bookish-whore · 2 years ago
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❤️✨V-Day Headcanons✨❤️
A/N: alrighty here we have our lord of bloodshed, prince of bastards, general of the night court armies himself and I am in a word…speechless. Don't worry Rhysand is coming next.
Cassian
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Cassian's love languages are quality time and acts of service (especially in the bedroom)
He also is a last-minute planner so he doesn't think about the fact that it's even an important day until a week before after he overhears Rhysand mention something to Az
It sends him into a full-blown panic because you always manage to plan such thoughtful things and he just wants you to feel how much he loves you even though he shows you every day (in so many ways but especially with his tongue)
He decides that a nice dinner at a new restaurant in town would be the best bet so he flies down there to find that it is completely booked. (he flashes his name, and Rhysand's to secure a table)
The day of he is picking up all your favorites literally anything he can think of that will make you smile. (he also buys you new lingerie because he wants to eat you out while you wear it.)
You're at home getting ready when he arrives, and he simply wraps his arms around you holding you tight
He sits in a chair in your shared bedroom just enjoying the silence with you while you finish getting ready (bc he just wants to be in your presence)
You're struggling with the final touches
He comes up from behind you to put your necklace on (ofc its red like his siphons I mean come on)
He does the thing (the thing where he trails his hands down your sides to the zipper on your dress and slowly pulls it up sending waves of arousal right to your core.)
Cassian is kinky (I don't need to remind you of that.) so as he zips you up he whispers into your ear "take off your panties. I want you completely bare tonight"
He follows that order with a sharp slap to your ass which makes you jump but also makes you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation for later.
Dinner is sweet, its quiet and intimate despite being a busy night (Cassian asked Rhys to bribe the restaurant so it would be more private for the two of you)
You offer him a piece of your dessert and Cass shakes his head with a mischievous grin.
"You have to try this" you plead "it's absolutely delicious"
"I'm saving my appetite for later" he says in a low tone "when I can have my way with my sweet pussy"
You clench your legs together a wave of wetness rushing through you because he is a god in the bedroom.
"I can smell just how much you want me baby" he says waving the waitress over with the bill "Don't wanna keep my good girl waiting. now do I?"
He flies you home, loving the way you cling to him as he goes higher and higher into the clouds. He grips you close with one hand while the other finds its way between your legs, slowly teasing your clit.
You make it home in record time.
You run to the closet and Cass stalks after you silently, wondering why you're in such a hurry
"its a surprise" you promise telling him to sit down and be patient
you emerge a few minutes later in a leather lingerie set you picked up that had red gemstones adorning it (that reminded you of his leathers)
He is practically drooling as you make your way to him, straddling his large thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He digs his hands into your ass (grinding you against his straining cock)
"I'm going to have my way with you little one" he grits through his teeth
and oh my gods he does.
(the next day you are too sore to even get out of bed)
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astralwhat · 21 days ago
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can i use your art for [personal thing]?
as long as it wasn't commissioned by someone else, you can use any of my art for your personal icon, profile pic, header, playlist cover, dnd home game, etc etc. please credit/link back to me whenever possible
can i get a tattoo of your art?
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are you open for commissions?
maybe 👍 please email [email protected] with "commission" in the subject line. tell me what you have in mind and i'll let you know if it's something i can do right now
will you restock [item]?
franklin leg and terror/erebus ship pillows: nah. i might do a new ship pillow eventually, but no immediate plans. feel free to yoink the ideas and make your own; they're not super original concepts lmao
polar explorer shirts: "all well" will have another preorder campaign (probably its last) in december 2024. "make history or die trying" is available through my redbubble (and as of nov '24 has a few still in stock in my etsy) but otherwise i have no plans to do another run
prints and stickers: will probably be restocked (shop updates are usually in april and november ish), and/or is available through my redbubble shop
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i use catprint (US based) for all of my prints and have done for many years; they're great, lots of options, no minimums, and i highly recommend if you want to get into selling prints. i've used stickerapp (US based) several times for stickers; their minimum quantities are higher than i usually want but the prices aren't bad and the quality is nice. i use zap! creatives (UK based) for pins, charms, and stickers; as much as i'd love to produce everything this side of the pond i really haven't found anyone comparable in the US and i've been pretty happy with them. pillowcases, lanyards, glasses cloths i've done through a group order organized by another artist; dm me and i will hook you up with the mailing list.
i get basically all my mailers from ecoenclose, glassine paper from blick, and otherwise try to reuse brown paper, cardboard, etc for inner packaging as much as possible.
will you draw [fandom] again?
[shrug emoji] it could happen. i'm still fond of everything i've done fanart for in recent years, so there's always a chance i'll return to it if struck with ideas and motivation and energy at the right time
what happened to [various original story things]?
i'm tired dude. i haven't forgotten about them i'm just Tired
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