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[kittsyspaw]

✦ ❝ 𝐆-𝐚-𝐧-𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐁-𝐚-𝐧-𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ❞

𝑆YNO ✦ .ᐟ FWB!Vinny Hong tries to earn you back after noticing you've been slipping away, keeping you as his.

WARNING !¡ mentions of Vinnys break-up, One-shot, friends with benefits, short! HEAVY smut, 'One'-Sided feelings, hard angst, gaslighting and manipulation, vinny also kinda pressuring you back to him etc etc.

"V'...s-slow...down!"

Thuds from the bed echoed into the deepest corners of Vinnys new high-rise flat as the male forged an entrance into your elastic walls

Your body was tired...and it was only the second round, your muscles stretched into all the positions your acquaintance placed you in. The mewls leaving your throat were out of breath, yes, the current position was Vinny taking you from behind, one of your legs being held by his palm while the other supported you on the sticky sheets, his other hand grasped your shoulder for support.

Suddenly, your head was pushed down against the pillow, silencing all the noises that were forced out of your mouth, it felt too surreal, the squeaking, the insults spitting out of Vinnys lips and his body heat warming you up.

"Oh fuck... Don't fucking cum. Not yet."

Shivers danced down your sides at the boys deep, raspy voice, your nerves catching on and making you squeeze on his hard, angry cock that penetrated you endlessly. Your hips bucked up, away, so you could hold your orgasm as ordered.

You lifted your head up a bit, mouth sobbered with saliva, building a slick string between you and the pillow, tears collecting at your lash line, it was too much. You were gonna cum soon, your insides tightened together, the fire in you flickering to finally turn into huge flames.

The vision you entrusted yourself with was cut short by fingers tangling themselves into your sweat-filled locks, pushing it back to it's original spot. Vinny leaned his body down, hitting you from a new angle that reached spaces inside you that you never knew existed.

"Fucking hell...im not gonna last...just a little longer, yeah?"

The only thing reaching your ears were the groans from Vinny, the squeaking bed mattress, the constant thudding, harshly slapping against each other and the most embarrassing sound of your pussy proving that Vinny was doing a good job, your juices buttering up your pussy.

"! so good..."

You yelped out, the sheet being crumbled underneath your fingers, Vinny sped up, chasing his pleasure. The air was humid, both of you reeked of sex and sweat, you were already tired but Vinny was still energetic, being a cyclist sure came with a lot of stamina, especially since he had been using you to train after he got a new schedule and a specifically modified bike for himself.

"V! Vinny!"

The snug cunt around his cock made Vinny melt on the inside, he felt that knot in his stomach, his chest stuffed while he controlled the way his lungs worked, pacing up a hood breathing technique. His eyes watered, Vinny was hot all over, his whole body felt like he's been standing under a summery sun proudly high in the air.

"God dammit... your thigh is twitching again...keep it inside, don't burst yet... we'll do it together."

Your mind drifted away, leading to thought that had been implanted in your brain for some time. Vinny was only using you, fuck yes, you loved every second that he touched you sensually...so roughly manhandling you after a while ...you were growing tired of it, the constant reminder that Vinny already has someone he's always thinking of.

Yumi. God how badly you want to like her as a friend, maybe if it were a different life, a different circumstance where you didn't harbour harsh feelings for the Redhead that you've known for a while. The heartbreak and depression you went through because of them revealing their relationship on the day you were gonna ask Vinny out was nothing like you.

You kept away. You bottled up these feelings and stayed for yourselves because it was hard, exhausting watching them make out or have insides jokes that brought them closer in other peoples eyes because the only two who understood them were Vinny and Yumi.

Your mind played tricks on you, you blamed everything. Jealousy was a dangerous weapon, you couldn't even look Vinny in the eyes because of the teeth gnawing at your veins every time they held hands.

Until...until that fucking day came. Two months and one day after the reveal of their partnership, Vinny called you in the middle of the night, asking you with a yearning voice to come over to his old, shabby house where he stood alone because his mother was at work.

'I need to get some steam off' he has told you, in your vulnerable state that craved some intimacy, somebody holding you, you went over like an idiot. All because you loved Vinny, it seemed like a win-win to you. Officially, you were marked as a homewrecker that night yet Vinny kept telling you that nothing would happen because you two would stay private about it.

And so, the two of you have been doing this for a while, it's not news. It would've been a huge piece of gossip for his ex-girlfriend, a heartbreaking one at that and you couldn't help it. Vinny suggested the idea of having this type of relationship without her knowing, telling you that it's not her business anymore now because they newly broke up.

The guilt made you drown. The pleasure made you thirst for more. The little joy in you after their breakup was like a reward but the aftermath of your overthinking made you suffocate.

Yes...you won him? Right? After all, they broke up...Vinny found some job and now has a better life in a bigger house that wasn't running down and needing repairing with every harsh move you made.

Everything shattered. Vinny abruptly stopped pouncing at you, his marking hands immediately jumped off your skin to reach his device, the cold air that touched the spots beneath his warm palm made you gasp, you came already? Vinny didn't.

You saw the caller ID that read huge letters of "Yumi ❤️"

Leaving behind no assurance or comforting words, the me stood up from his humid situation, putting on his bathing cloak and walking away to have a private conversation. You just...sat there on the bed, naked on display, humiliated. Was he making fun of you? How easy you were?

Tears ran down your already puffy eyes, you brought up your shaky hands to wipe them away but they were like an open-left sink, streaming down to no end. Your chest heaved up and down overwhelmingly. You felt used, ruined, out of place.

It was your own karma, for scheming in a betrayal against a beautiful woman who was much better than you, after all, Yumi was the one who introduced Vinny all the trick and it made your stomach churn. Did she also have a sex with him? Just like this? Did he treat her in such a crude way too? Probably not. You could imagine how it was filled with wet, sloppy kisses, giggles and laughter leaving their bodies while you stood in a gloomy, pitiless and quick sex that had you troubled walking for a few days.

But...you wanted it, the attention from a male, not just any male, it was Vinny.

He came back minutes after, finding you dressed up in your T-shirt and your panties, about to cover yourself with your jeans.

"Where are you going?"

You flinched at the stern tone coming with the question that quickly reminded you of what you two were in the middle of, the ecstasy was about to end before that phone call, where you probably would've gotten a water bottle before the next round started, classic routine for you.

"just... dressing...i thought you didn't want to–"

Vinny cut you off, placing a gentle pat on top of your head before crouching down in front of you whilst you sat on the sheets that crinkled from your movements . He touched you like you were a feather...with such care, holding your face in his cold hands, the temperature from before dying down when he stood on the balcony

"Baby...look at me, I'm sorry, yeah? It was just a business call from Juwon, don't work up your pretty little head, got it?"

You nodded, too lost against his sudden shift in personality while talking to you, melting at the contact of him on you. Vinny...seemed so happy? Oh but, he just lied to you? It was a call from his ex, is that why? Why he's happy? Not because he likes you?

"V'...i think i wanna stop this friends...with benefits thing...sorry."

The feeling of being scared of what's gonna happen next made you unable to hold eye contact, playing with your fingernails seemed much more interesting to you in the moment of the anticipation for what Vinny was going to reply with.

"Why? Did i do something? If its about the ca–"

Quickly interrupting him, you shook your head, explaining how you were gonna search for an actual relationship because you want to feel loved by somebody, and it was the truth. You craved for it, pathetically so.

"Hey...i still stood with you, even when i was with Yumi, you know that, right? You also agreed to it."

Your heart paced faster, oh, he was right. He did do that for you, ruining his relationship with his girlfriend to have you in his bed at night or when she wasn't there. You broke apart things you weren't supposed to meddle with. "B-but Vinny..." Your vision blurred with bitter tears that slid down your cheek pitifully, the pressure you held from the responsibility was even worse than having to think about the future.

With one attractive red eye and the other black, his gaze was fixated on you, awaiting a response, expecting you to say this was a prank or something. A prank he found ridiculous, Vinny knew how he was manipulating you right now but it was for his benefit, he didn't want you to leave yet. After all, you're trying to slip away from his grasp.

Grinding down on his teeth, he wiped away your waterfall with a sympathetic expression, his red locks tickling your cheeks when he pecked you lips. Your heart rate flared up, your whole body was warm, sweating from the back of your neck when you finally came to the sense of what he did.

V' kissed you.

"o...!"

The muscles in your face twitched on their own, showing Vinny a little grin, your brain discarding all the decisions and sad ideas you had right away at the exchange of Vinnys attention for one small peck.

"Get those things out of your little dumb head, mhm? C'mon, i still wasn't finished with you"

Giggling when his hand ran up your thigh, Vinny pushed you back against the mattress, starting over the progress again, remembering that he didn't cum the last round.

You were giddy. On cloud nine, your mood flipped the change with no little review about what just happened, you got your crushes attention. That was everything you needed to lose the consciousness of the fact that you were gonna suggest not doing these meet-ups with Vinny anymore.

Once again, you were lured back into the trap that has been constructed for you, an endless cycle perhaps...But no matter what, you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the fact that you're always not gonna be the first option. You never were. The second girl that was only taken advantage of for personal satisfaction.

It hurt. Knowing that Vinny would go back in a heartbeat to Yumi if his situation got better, then he would forget all about you, all the situations you had would be long in the past, the past is something you always are over.

•

You were soundly asleep, tags all over your body from the intimacy you explored just a few hours ago, the scratches down Vinny back stung as he watched your peaceful state. The device he held onto to notifying another message, his ex-girlfriend asking to call him, few texts before telling to come over because she missed him.

The redhead leaned back on the mattress, eyes wandering on your figure, it was just what friends did..., sighing out loud, what should he do? Standing up after leaving some pills and a cup of water on the nightstand, Vinny, with heavy guilt, took his keys and closed the door after him, making sure not to wake you up from the slumber you got pounded into.

Yayy i hope you guys liked this, sorryyy i just reallly love Vinny and i also like me some good ass smut-angst

[atlas-dr0wned]

'the name' doesn't get enough credit for being one of shinee's best ballads i fear

[barkingangelbaby]

absolutely love when my pets emerge from under the couch. i didn't even see you go under there buddy

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[geraldtheoceanman]

i am never making something with this much detail ever again

[suddenly-frankenstein]

good listener - purity - messy eater - false prophet

my little collection of bloody priests because i can't live a year without drawing one :)

[romatito]

finally sat down and cranked this shit Out on my day off lmfao CAST LIST GO!!

new additions: francis as hermes, and feliks and natalya joining emma as the two other fates! plus the. chorus of olya, elise, alfred, matthew, and arthur.

i didnt draw the orchestra but we have: roderich on piano, tolys on trombone, heracles on guitar, vash on bass, joão (portugal) on cello, henri (luxembourg) on violin, and abel on percussion! ludwig isnt playing anyone, he's in charge of backstage and making sure everyone is ready for their cues 👍👍

[sarcasticmothdraws]

It is near 100°F in California

[hercarisntyours]

tfone character card descriptions

elita-1, ironhide, brawn, trackers, optimus prime, starscream, d-16 (x2), jazz (cogged), b 127, wheeljack, sideswipe

"Elita is a dilligent worker and a leader who always gets the job done, no matter the odds. She always puts dedication to her job first. Elita is proud to have overcome difficult challenges with her peers and come out on top."

"Ironhide, a low-level miner on Cybertron, was inspired by Orion, who had obtained the Transformer Gear, to participate in the revolution to overthrow the rule of the Autobots, and eventually followed Optimus Prime to become a warrior of the Autobots."

"As a classic character in past stories, Dahan (brawn i think idk) was still unknown at this time, just like other Transformers who became famous in the future. He made a special appearance in the movie as a miner without transformation gears."

"Silver Trackers are elite law enforcers under the command of the Enemy and Black Woman (airachnid??), responsible for maintaining order in Iron Fortress and ensuring the safety of the Enemy. They are good at quickly eliminating threats before they take shape."

"Optimus Prime inherited the will of the original Kongs and became the leader of Cybertron. Chosen by the leadership module, he will fight for all sentient life, resist oppression and defend freedom." (I assume original kongs mean the primes)

"Starscream is the leader of the High Guard. He is not afraid to challenge anyone who threatens his leadership, but if he finds that the chances of winning are slim, he will decisively give in."

"D-16 is a hard-working man, and his excellent physical strength always comes in handy when needed. As one of the best miners, D-16 is satisfied with his current life, but he also has a side that desires to break the rules."

"D-16 is one of the best miners, but he also has a desire to break the rules. Under the entrustment of Alpha Trion, D-16 obtained the transformation gear left by (some prime idk) and gained the ability to transform into a Cybertron tank."

"As a low-level miner on Cybertron, Jazz was inspired by Orion, who had obtained the Transformer Gear, and participated in the revolution to overthrow the rule of the Autobots. He eventually followed Optimus Prime and became a warrior of the Autobots."

"B-127 has been alone deep underground in the Iron Citadel for a long time. He has not spoken to other Cybertronians for a long time. When he finally met new Cybertronians, he was always aggressive and chatty, but he meant no harm."

"As a classic character in the past stories, Wheeljack was still unknown at this time, just like other Transformers that became famous later. He made a special appearance in the movie as a miner without a transforming gear." (i dont get it either)

"Death trackers are elite law enforcers under the command of the prime and the airachnid, responsible for maintaining order in the Iacon and ensuring the safety of the prime. They are good at quickly eliminating threats before they take shape."

"As a low-level miner on Cybertron, Sideswipe was inspired by Orion, who had obtained the Transformer Gear, to participate in the revolution to overthrow the rule of the Autobots, and eventually followed Optimus Prime to become a warrior of the Autobots."

these guys are SNATCHED LOOK AT THOSE WAISTS oh my days

[kittsyspaw]

⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (2)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS : SMUT : begging,, Threesome, crying, drooling, belly bulge, breeding, rough sex, 'jealous' sex, Dom! Characters, etc etc, Joker jelly of Owen, Flirting. Over thinking reader Also Wooin no sex scene I'm sorry (BTW I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND THIS ISNT EDITED I'll be rewriting soon)

⪩⪨ First part 𖦹 HC

The birds chirping outside woke you up from the deepest slumber that you've been in, for a while, comfortable, sheets dropping over the tangled limbs.

Your vision wasn't clear yet, so you just laid there, not moving an inch.

The sun blinded you, glaring through the thin curtains, Joker was behind you, soft breaths emitting from the big boy who turned into a huggable plushie once he slept.

Your breath hitched in a mere second. Noticing that his arm was protected by the fabric of your shirt, skin against skin, Jokers large, veiny hand was groping you.

A soft whine left your throat, shutting your eyes for a second, heart skipping a beat and butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You shut your eyes tightly, forcing them open after.

Your thighs squeezed against... someone else's leg?

Wooin had the most peaceful expression on his face, a slight blush dusting on his cheeks, his chest rising up and down with each exhale and inhale.

He was facing you, leg between your thighs and face a little too close to your own. You needed to go pee. It was an emergency.

Fuck.

They're too close. Not realizing you were stiff until the man behind you moved. "Y/n...You up?" Jokers morning voice was deeper than his usual one, a throaty tone at the pitch of it that send shivers down your spine.

You felt a second pulse in your body, were you fucking ovulating or what?

"Please...Talk to me."

He begged, pleading as the boy shuffled and it made you wonder, was he still asleep? He sounded really tired.

"I'm awake. What's wrong 'Jun?"

He mumbled something in your head, "– wanted to hear you." Your bit down on your lip, blinking as you swallowed, your throat was dry.

"Can you let me go? I wanna drink water."

Hearing a grumble, followed by the tattooed bikers grip tensed, you sighed, accepting your fate. Luckily, to your help, Wooin woke up.

Nevermind.

He was so clingy and whiny so early in the morning, the boy immediately placed a hand on your waist, too lazy to get up.

These two were gonna be your last straw. You couldn't even move. "Ugh Wooin, I gotta use the bathroom." He yawned out a playful 'no' digging his face deeper into your chest.

"Please? I have classes in a few hours."

Right, you just reminded them that they also had some 'business' today and it was for sure gonna be exhausting. Joker was the first to get up, you after and Wooin being the last one.

Being kind enough, you seated yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast hearing the two got their stuff ready, the smell of food soon lit in the room so you opened the window, allowing fresh air to enter the apartment.

The breeze was lulling, blowing past your hairs and making the curtains float.

While moving around some ingredients, two hands pat your waist up and down, the taller figure behind swallowed your figure.

You eyed the forearm of Joker as he hugged you, no words leaving him whatsoever. "Where's Wooin?"

There was no response, the door of your room opening answering the question that was lingering in your head.

୨୧

Two hours of school passed and you were currently hanging for life on the last nerve you had. Owen had been nagging ever since you entered through the gates which was surprising since all he did was annoy Shelly every morning.

Confusion, frustration, annoyed and even embarrassment hit you like a train.

You were sitting in the classroom, the teachers explanation drowned out as you couldn't help but focus on the foreigner who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"No. Talk me to me."

You shot a glance at the teacher who had his back to the class, writing on the board. A sigh left your lips, facing the blonde male who smiled like an idiot when you looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

The meanest, most disgusted side-eye was sent in Owens way. "Not like that, I mean I need you with something. I need your help, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Please I'm begging you-!"

He was about to shout but you placed your hand on his mouth, shutting him up, sweating like crazy because of the shame you saved your ass from.

Luckily, just as you did, the bell rang and you left the classroom quickly, going to the vending machine.

"Y/n."

You jolted, heart stopping at the voice, as your own reached the end of the city by the scream you let out and Owen has the audacity to laugh at you.

There he was, begging you again to help him with whatever he wanted. "No! Where yo momma at? Leave me aloooneee!!"

You were taking turns left and right, trying to avoid the male who stuck to you like glue, not letting you escape his sight, million eyes following you two bickering.

That until you were stopped by Owen clutching your arm, pulling you towards his body. "Please? I need to buy Shelly something for her birthday. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can't you ask someone else?!"

You went quiet when looking up at the boy who had a serious, sorrowful face, his eyes planted on the concrete, a pinkish hue covering his cheeks.

"You're disturbing."

In the end, you gave in, agreeing to go on a search for a gift with him after school in exchange for Owen giving you money. And by that it meant a lot of money.

୨୧

You received a text from Wooin who was letting you know where you, him and joker were going today just for a brick to fall on him when you said that you couldn't go.

It started a huge stunt with Wooin sending you a shit ton of messages, asking you with who you are, what you were gonna do, when you're gonna go.

And it shocked you that he let it go so easily, making you think that he was plotting to end the world or something.

You licked the Popsicle Owen bought you, sitting on a couch inside the jewelry store as he showed you different options of necklaces that he found pretty.

"The one with the star is pretty."

Your eyes almost popped out of their socks seeing the prices with zeros you could never count. "Damn, rich people."

Owens eyes held little sparkles in them by seeing the one you chose. "Okay I'll get it for her." He glanced at your form but you gave him no mind, focused on the screen of your phone and it made Owen ponder whose text you were smiling at.

He pouted, why weren't you paying any attention to him? He was much more important! "Y/n?" A simple hum in return made Owen sad, not finishing his sentence.

Of course, he did this on purpose, two minutes passed and the silence made him suffocate, what were you so distracted with?? "What is it?" Finally you decided to take a peek at him!!

"Do you like this Necklace?"

Shrugging, the blonde awaited your answer only for you to give him a short 'its pretty' so he just made you follow him to pay up.

"Let's go Y/nie, I'll go get you something to eat!!"

Groaning, you slightly cringed at what Owen made out of your name but the happy expression on his face couldn't possibly allow you to be disgusted.

While you two walked down the neon lit streets, thousands of glances were sent at Owen, one for being a foreigner and second for being hot as fuck.

The tall male stopped to tie his shoelaces but you kept walking so he did the job very quickly, panicking when you were literally like 1 meter away...

"Y/nie wait!!"

Nevermind, you got flustered . Why did he shout that weirdly created name so loudly?! Owen caught up, holding your hand as he dragged you alongside him.

"See? A very cute cafe!"

"Hmm, very cute."

"Really, Do you like it?!"

When you nodded, it was like he turned even brighter than before, dragging you inside. The smell of coffee reached for your nostrils as you sat beside the glass window, ordering for both of you when the waiter came up.

"Y/n?"

"What?"

Owen took out a box, it was middle sized and had a fancy logo on it. He looked at you with large, blue eyes, waiting for you to open it.

"this....?"

"Yeah, I bought it for you. Thanks for helping me today."

"But isn't it for Shelly?"

He shook his head, reminding you that Shelly won't take shit from him. "Thanks, but no Owen, its way to expensive for me to have..."

Tilting his head, Owens blond locks moved with his head. "But its a gift from me?" He played as if he was heartbroken, a frown pulling on his moisturized lips.

Your eyes softened, looking at the pretty, expensive accessory. Damn rich people, they can buy anything huh? "D-don't you like it? You said you did, right?"

"Yes Owen, but not for me."

Crossing his arms while leaning back, the cyclists muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. "But I got it for you. Not Shelly, she won't take it either way."

A small, grateful smile made its way on your lips and Owen leaned in as you took out the silver good. "I'll put it on for you!"

With a scoff, you allowed for him to do so, fixing it in place when he finished he was struggling

"Thank you Owen..."

It was faint, maybe because of the scorching sun that smacked his face that turned it to a pinkish hue. Owens pearly whites showing through his smirk, resting his head on his palm.

୨୧

Just as your food arrived, the noise of the bell on the brown door that lead into the cafe made your ears twitch, catching a familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. The small, black haired child mirrored your face, his face turning red in seconds.

"Awhh!!! My baby!!"

Owen flinched when you stood up, leaving him to run over to the small boy who also rushed over to you, holding his arms up, ready to get held.

Jokers little brother started grinning from to ear, he stopped when he saw a blonde guy looking at him with a weird bitchy face.

As you were peppering the boys face and head with kisses, his older brother entered the cafe, taken aback when he saw your form.

"Y/n?"

"Joker! You're here too!!"

You were about to place down his brother but the kid refused, clinging onto you more leading to you laughing at his cuteness.

Owen existence was like...poof. He grit his teeth, this guy, he swore he saw him somewhere before.

"Don't bother her...."

The blue haired male shook his head at his brother, this kid was nagging him non-stop to take him to this cafe, whatever, at least he got the opportunity to see you.

Hajun who was also called Joker, finally saw the foreigner, his blood went cold, fists clenched as his usual, scary hooded eyes returned, burning holes into Owen.

You took Jokers hand into your own, it belittled yours in size and you lead him to the table, still holding his brother who was placed on your lap when you sat down.

Joker sat next to you, his legs spread wide, setting down a demeanor. Not afraid to claim his territory.

Him and the Blondie had a glaring staring contest, both not speaking.

"Who's this, Y/n?"

You focused on Owen who made you halt your conversation with the small kid in your embrace. "This is my baby!" You hugged jokers brother.

Owen deadpanned, his 'rival' next to you showing him his fangs, lips raised. "No, I meant the big one." Did he think Hajun couldn't understand him or what?

But Joker who vibrated with this eerie vibe, didn't speak up, still giving Owen a death stare. "Well, he's my other baby."

You put the kid aside, letting him play with your phone. Right in that moment, a tough hand grasped your thigh, maybe a little too tight, it made you clench your legs, trapping it.

Now, the English boy wasn't that much of an idiot, he can sense 'enemies' a hundred miles away!! He can clrealy see it, this one had a crush on you.

Well, wasn't it the best time to be a little playful? Owen grinned, his fingers were now touching the pendant of the necklace around your neck

"The necklace I gave you is so pretty on you, right?"

The hand locked around your thigh and you took the sign, this dude and his strength. You got your hand on Owens wrist, removing it.

You talked to him and the talk stopped reaching Jokers ears, he eyed the necklace, eyes dropping a little.

It was a branded one. Very pocket-hurting.

"One Apple cake, a chocolate milkshake and ––"

You finished ordering for your best friend, you reached down, placing your fingers on top of Jokers that were placed on your leg

If only he could afford you pretty things like that, maybe you would like him more then? No you weren't like that. But still, he couldn't help but want to treat you better.

"Y/n I'm coming over tonight, be ready. Okay?"

You folded, almost choking on the water you drank, Owens eyes bulging out. Who knew Joker was sneaky?!

He did this on purpose!! Even spoke in English.

"H-huh....?"

"Can't I? I always come over, don't I?"

He muttered while looking Owen deep in the eyes, turning to face you, now holding eye contact with you. "Of course, yeah!"

Oh shit

୨୧

Owen was devastated, he himself, had no idea what he was feeling either, he dragged his body away from you, your possible boyfriend and the little kid who stuck out his tongue at him.

He would cheer for his brother!! Then Hajun will be the daddy and you'll be the mommy. The kid thought inside his head, holding your and Jokers hand

You two walked back the kid to their place. Joker went back with you after making sure his brothers were in good condition.

The moon was shining in the dark night, street lights left and right, covering the streets as Joker laced his fingers with yours, walking you home.

You two stopped at a bridge you had to cross. Joker came to a stop and you did too, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Y/n. I need you."

Huh

"W-wha?!"

You were burning up, the heat inside you made you disgustingly sweat a lot, your heartbeat soaring in your ears at the sudden confession. What the hell did he mean?

Was it that? Was he serious?

"Sorry. I know i can't buy many things for you."

Sweat dropping, your lips formed a straight line. Oh.

"Joker, what the hell are you saying? Is it because of Owen? Really?"

He looked ashamed, gaze on the ground, his cheeks shaded into a shade of red. "You know he's not my type."

He wasn't one to talk a lot, many noticed. Yet it was the opposite with you, he couldn't care less if he talked for hours when he was with you, he wouldn't get tired or uncomfortable.

But why was his heart pounding like this? Whenever you glanced at him, smiled at him, held him and damn the way you said his name.

He wanted you. For himself. For once, Joker wanted to be really selfish, just you, for him, he would give you everything, you might as well just have his heart planted out on a plate presented for your consumption.

"Whats your type then?"

Was this the moment? Should you say it or not? No...you didn't want to ruin anything...what if you were having false signs? Joker is very confusing, you're probably mistaking things.

There was a long lasting silence before you took his arm, dragging him with you.

Your eyes met, his grey eyes pinning you like a predator would to its prey, he was lost in thoughts. Observing your movements.

You just got to your apartment, at front of the door to the place that you were used to.

"Y/n." You gulped, being stopped again by the biy who took your face in his palms

"What is your type?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, awaiting an answer. "Hajun....I-" a thumb brushed against your lower lip, the male leaned down, placing his own lips on your plump ones.

Your skipped many beats, is this a dream? Why weren't you waking up?

Your lashes fluttered close, the taller boy, stroked your cheek, his other hand on your hip, grinding you against his body.

Him tilting your head, the kiss deepening, his warm tongue exploring your mouth as you hung on his hoodie that crinkled beneath your fingers.

It was emotional. For the both of you, finally after stressing years of hidden feelings for each other, one made a move.

Your knees were growing weak if not for Joker who was holding you, you'd probably slip to the floor.

You were moving from side to side occasionally, neither of you letting go, wrapped up against each other, fitting perfectly.

Breaking apart a string of saliva connected your lips, you took deep breaths, your stomach was doing flips you felt as if your heart was being squeezed, Jokers forehead was against your own.

"Im sorry. I had to...."

His eyes softened, noticing your flushed expression, Joker felt his breathing getting cut off, you were so beautiful, so ethereal, just for him.

He wanted you whole, everything. He needed you. The desperation from years stuck into that kiss he gave you, hoping you'd somehow feel what he went through for your love.

"I love you."

No hesitation behind his words, it made you shocked, your chest being pierced. "....I love you too. Please Hajun, wanted you for so long."

Something or someone....was missing.

You were clinging onto the boy who almost died right there, was there anything better than this? How could he ever reject you? Not after you told your truth.

He was hard as fuck.

The way you were rubbing against him made it worse, his sweats felt shackled, he could feel his precum leaking at the thought of bursting inside you..

"Fuck Y/n don't say that. I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't. Show me everything, Hajun."

That tongue of yours is gonna get you in some serious danger. Just as those words left your throat, your lips were fighting again, Joker was holding you against the door, breaking apart to give your neck some attention.

"Wait, let me just open the door."

Your hearts almost stopped when you heard a voice joining. "Fuck you Joker, having all the fun without me? I thought we were sharing."

Wooin. Whose face was twisted in anger, his cheeks tinted pink. "W-wooin...?" You wanted to squirm away, embarrassed, but the push on your hips didn't allow you.

Joker blocked you from Wooins vision again with his well-built back, he wasn't gonna stop. Fuck he was so gonna be so frustrated if he did.

No stopping after seeing you needy for him.

"Y/n."

Wooin was staring at Jokers back, his eyebrows now furrowed, a frown placed on his nourished lips. He was just about to sleep over at yours, seeing you with another man, someone other than him, shattered the male who has been crushing on you ever since you were kids.

You were unable to say anything, as if your tongue got bitten off, you were breathing hard, your chest feeling heavier by second.

Were those tears blinding you? Why were acting like this? Before you even realized, they began falling like a waterfall, unable to stop the next pair of droplets leaving your eyes.

"I'm sorry...."

Hiccuping, you started blaming yourself. Was this gonna ruin your friendship now? Are they gonna leave you forever? Were you gonna be alone all again?

No...Your heart was withering into a million pieces, soon, your breath cut off, being drowned in your own hateful thoughts.

You liked them both. So why did you have to choose?

"Stop crying, Y/n."

"I'm sorry."

"And stop being sorry."

Joker was shoved away harshly by the shorter who got a glare in return but Joker stopped when he witnessed Wooin hugging you, hiding your face in his chest.

"You don't have to be sorry–"

Wooins gums almost bleed through the flesh when he clenched his jaw. The boy with black hair blinked, Joker was standing, watching everything unfold.

"I know you love Joker. This is so cringe, but you know, I love you too. You don't have to love me if thats your decisioni i re–"

It felt good to let that off his chest, breaking through the protecting barrier that brought him comfort. But thats when you processed his words.

"What? Who said that I didn't like you, Wooin? I love you both, okay?! I don't wanna choose between you two! You both are my everything!"

You glared at nowhere in particular, regretting your decision. You really ruined everything.

Thumbs wiped away the tear stamps while a big hand pat your head. "Is that so? Can you show us how much we mean to you?"

"Yes, I swear I love you both. Do I have to pick one only?"

You shared a look with your two crushes, one of them grinned while the one towering over you sneaked an arm around your torso.

"Of course not. You can have us both only if..."

Wooin cupped your face, stroking your cheek, his face nearing your own. "...we can share you, sounds good?" As if that wasn't what you wanted for years while the two wanted to worship you for so long.

"Please? Share me."

"See, what a sweet girl she is."

Your thighs clenched, it was getting hotter and hotter, Wooins hand replaced Jokers, patting your head while his other rubbed circles on your rear.

"Now be a good girl and open the door."

Your hand was shaking, quite literally, your nervous system getting kicked in the stomach until someone helped you keep it steady.

Hot breaths against your head, something poking against your inner thigh as body heat pried over you.

A loud click made your squeak, two beasts emerging through the door after you, that's when you were pulled back from striding away.

Wet kisses were drawn on your neck, noises leaving your throat as your got touched everywhere. You didn't know who was who and who did what until Wooin stood in front of you, placing his lips on yours.

The cold metal on his tongue made you jolt when it came in contact with your lips and inner mouth.

The boxer behind you was busy decorating you with hickeys, working on the zipper of your jeans, shoving his hand down the waistband, cupping you, his middle finger running against your slit, touching the bundle of nerves that made you weak in the knees.

"Hmm, so soaked."

His deep voice rumbled next to your ear, a electrifying shiver running on your spine, your mouth was occupied by Wooin who lacked oxygen which resulted in him to bite your lower lip before letting go.

"Carry her."

Wooin himself didn't know how he was managing to be so calm, he was about to get closer to his love, his only love.

He was obsessed.

Joker swooped you up in his arms, taking you to your bed, Wooin closing the door as soon as you entered.

First your hoodie, jeans taken off, leaving you bare, standing before your bed with them leaning over you, working their own clothes off.

Thats when the boy with blueish hair stopped, gaze fixated on the necklace gifted to you by someone else. Joker fisted the pendant, ripping it off your throat.

"I don't like seeing it on you."

Wooin raised an eyebrow and you chuckled, so he was jealous after all?

After they took care you, it was their turn and you looked up at them with doe eyes, chewing on your lip.

You slid your hand on Jokers hard abs which made him grip your wrist, the baseline of his cock showing through his pants. Throwing his neck back when you ran your hand over it so sensually.

And Wooin, who was feeling neglected, took your other hand, copying what you did with Hajun, a groan escaping from him.

Were you realizing that you weren't gonna rest at all tonight? Yes. And were you in for it? Also yes. You were desperate for all of it.

"hurry..."

You tugged on the fabric of their pants, sitting on the bed as you watched them undress, feeling a bit nervous.

"i wanna eat you" Wooins sly request made you give him a smirk in return. "Yeah? All yours...eat her out." ...fuck the tent in his trousers just hurt.

"spread your legs."

Wooin helped you, wishing he could just rip off the cute little panties you were and stuff you full of him. But that's for another time.

"Just like that..."

You had no idea that Hajun was now behind you, removing your bra, groping you while Wooin removed your underwear, exposing you fully, licking his lips at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, so wet."

You were taken aback, a finger toying with your hole without any warning. "Can't enter yet, guess I'll have to make it loose." Joker wrapped an tattooed arm around your neck, pulling you against his chest, the other under your thigh to keep your legs parted for Wooin.

Your hips bucked at the touch of cold metal nagging your clit that wasn't ready for the immediate sucking and lapping.

His mouth caught on with the your puffy lips, enjoying the ecstasy of your taste, eating you like it was his last meal.

The boy between your legs had his grip on your stomach, up and down his hands massaged the side of your belly, trying to get you calm.

Sweet noises leaked out your lips, the boy holding you giving your head some pecks as the other ate you out. You were suffocating, fingernails digging into the tattooed wrist.

Your legs were trying to close for their own rest but Joker had that problem solved, not letting your body do as it wanted.

"Wooin!!"

You felt him smirking against you, his face was red, wooin was about to hump the air if this went on, you tasted so sweet, essence on the tip of his tongue making his eyes roll back.

And his hard dick wasn't helping.

Your walls took his tongue comfortably, feeling tipped off whenever it was taken out your hole that quivered only for him to stimulate you by running circles around your clit

His thumb took that position, harsh rubbing to your clit, sending electricity all over you. Your brain fogged up, legs shook like crazy.

Yeah he was experienced...

There was a knot in your stomach, you were gonna explode! Sweat bullets ran down you temple, Joker was hushing you, his hand digging into the plush flesh if your upper thigh, sensing your near.

"O-ohh, wooin! So good!"

Streaks of black hair stuck out beneath your fingers, you tucked on his head, pushing your hips futher into the boys mouth.

He didn't like that, slapping your sore clit and it made you jump, so hot. The room was so lewd, everything reeked of sex and sweat.

The noises were so loud, the squelching sounds made you want to close your ears but Wooin only laughed, he felt it too, you were close.

"look, pussys tryna talk back to me..."

Your leg twitched, finally, it erupted, the fluid shone under the lights, dripping from Wooins chin and he licked them, slurping any left over cum.

As you were breathing heavily, calming down, two fingers shoved in you, Joker. Why were they so huge..? You muscles were sore and your insides tried to push him out but Joker kept his fingers deep inside, knuckles wet because you, your tongue lolling, hanging at your lips.

The curl of them really made your legs twitch up, toes curling. "She likes that." Joker observed, Wooin smiling, holding your hold.

His eyes never left your love-drunk ones. "This is only the begin baby." He caressed your face, his gaze meeting Jokers who was pushing himself against you.

"Stretch her out, yeah?"

You were left pulsing when Joker retreated his fingers, nodding, letting your neck go as he got rid of his boxers.

Your body was moved in a different position so you were now facing the blue haired boy who's cock was most surely bigger than average, and it was gonna hurt.

Blinking, you were suddenly lifted by the hips, hovering above the mushroomy tip that was a beaming dark red, Joker slowly lowered your body, you hissed.

His tip was inside, now the rest 9 and a half inches to take in. He was going slow, his eyes shutting close, trying to focus and not slam himself inside and fuck you stupid.

Slow. Slow. Slow...

Joker threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing when he gulped down the salvia that gathered in his mouth, you shook, your gummy walls were trying to make out the intrusion which automatically made you clench and tighten up.

You winced at the caged hold on your sides, Joker let a breath out, halting your movements for a second. Wooin was amused by his struggles, palming his bulge.

"Hajun, You're so big."

Your forehead was on his shoulder blade, biting on your lip as you tried to get him inside, but it burned so much.

A loud, high pitched moan left the deepest part of your chest when Joker grabbed both of your hips, slamming you down, his balls flush to your ass.

The plump lips were hugging him, clit catching along on the small white hairs on the base, his cock so big making you want to throw up.

Your walls ripped open, the male forcing himself inside of the elastic-like barrier, his cock now sensitive and pumping inside of you, the bulbous tip bruising your cervix, bulging your stomach and now Joker was about to lift you up again so you steadied yourself on his shoulders.

Joker bottomed out, leaving only the tip inside, he inhaled, eyes on the way you were about to swallow him again.

His fingers pinched the puffy, sore skin that protected your hole and the squish alone made him grin like crazy, his canines showing.

"Too big! W-wait!!"

"You'll take it."

And your mouth snapped shut before opening again as an exit for all the moans about to follow by the second slam when your insides weren't stretched enough.

The pain soon washed away by the pleasure that rang in your veins, blood and brain. His name left your lips like a mentra, his cock touching your g spot each time with each thrust.

Your life depended on him, you were clinging on Joker who felt like you were melting him, such a snug cunt wrapped around him, forming a white ring at start of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, occasionally covered by your whining and loud whimpering that threw Joker off the edge.

You were so adorable. His dick twitched and it was like he got even bigger inside, he was making you scream by the way he was using your body like a fucktoy, slamming you over and over again until tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

You were losing contact with reality. He pounded and bruised your insides with each movement, leaving you at the tip of the iceberg.

"Woah, you're gonna break her."

"Wooin please..."

"Its okay baby, you can do it. Such a pretty girl."

Your belly was so warm, the one who you called out to, stroked your head, patting your hair and planting sweet Kisses on your throat, licking the hickeys.

Joker squished your cheeks together at the plea of the other male, did you forget that he was the one fucking you stupid?

"No. My name."

"Hajun...I can feel you."

"Louder."

White spots started to cover your vision along with the blur of tears, your jaw hung open, throat now matching the soreness of your used cunt.

Your hole was sucking him in, sucking him dry. It started throbbing around the boy whos breath cut off.

"Don't. Don't do that again or I'll cum.."

His eyebrows were knotted, his warm cunt made him hung over, searching for more and more. Wooins arms slithered around your torso as his white haired friend was still using you like a cocksleeve.

Your toes curled when one of Wooins hands caressed you and the other pressed down on the raging bulge that was almost gonna tear the fat that covered your tummy.

Your hands shot from Jokers bicep to holding Wooins wrist, trying to remove it and thats when the one fucking you took action, holding both of your hands with one, caging you from any movement.

"No – Hajun I....wanna hold you!"

You spurted out between choked cries, you felt liquid pressing at your bladder from the pressure on Joker dick inside of you.

Wooin helped his friend even tho he didnt need any help with pushing you further to take all of his cock, your ass jiggling every time your hips were slammed back down, Jokers fat shaft catching all the juices from your pussy.

"I love you....I love you."

Joker couldn't care anymore, he was losing his sanity while you clutched onto yours. The boxer looked at you, eyeing the way your tits bounced, circular motion, the buds hardened.

You were seriously about to shatter. Mouth wide open, tongue hanging out your glistening lips from saliva as your eyes glossed over.

"Joker – mghn Jun!"

The boy whose eyes were hazed and swirling with the toxicity of the lovesickness you made him have, watched as his friend basically ruined you for every other man who was trying to get with you.

If they ever tried to get with you. But nobody was. Not after the night you were gonna have with these two.

There was the familiar knot that was about to get pulled until it spilled again, your eyes rolled into your brain, drooling as it got near to expanding that feeling allover your existence.

"Nghh!– hic!"

Finally, white spooked your vision with a deafening, high note of Hajuns name, you were blinded for the next second, getting fucked through your orgasm by the huge boy who didn't stop even when you started babbling incoherent things

Your honey covered his thighs, balls and dick. Skin slapping against each other filled in the corners of the room as his pace sped up.

Jokers hairs stuck to his forehead, he wasn't stopping, not when he was about to reach his high, he felt bad yet he knew the taste of pleasure was gonna blow the guilt away.

The way you kicked with the heels if your feet, new, red scratches running down his shoulder to his mid back while tears ran down your chubby cheeks, hanging at your chin.

"So cute."

The one behind you whispered, as you desperately tried to get more, it felt so good, how you spasmed. One final thrust and you were stuffed to the lid with hot, creamy cum that melted down the sides of your hole, the cock that was layered with the white cum and onto his pulsing balls.

"Oh Hajun....I love you!"

You muttered, still dazed, they were also talking but you had no idea where it was coming from, their words were smudged by the moment they reached your ears where you could hear your own heart

Your lips connected and you were struggling to kiss back, it was really sloppy, followed by the last few spasming to keep his cum inside.

Your ears rang as you kept stuttering, eyes crossed and drowning into pleasure inside the bubble you created for yourself.

Joker wiped the sweat off his forehead, steadying His breath after he fucked his lungs out. "Awh, Y/n, did you forget that it was my turn now?"

"Yes please...more."

You probably didn't even know what you were asking for, your body laying there, so pretty, marked with their hickeys and bruises, waiting for your next load.

There was a dumb grin on your lips, showing your teeth which made the boy with piercings laugh as you laid on your back, Joker finally pulling out and it was like you lost a limb.

So were so empty now, his cum dribbling out of your hole, creating a damp spot on the sheets that you gripped onto.

"Oh fuck we had no protection."

"It's okay Hajun, please fill me up again."

How were they supposed to say no?

They officially claimed you as theirs. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

You three were meant for each other.

You looked into their eyes realizing how much you love these two idiots, they warmed your heart up in the best way possible.

Your hand stroked Wooins cheek, a seductive smile sent his way as you sat up, pawing at your lovers chest, hand running down his V-line.

"You're gonna be the end of me."

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You were exhausted the next morning, the birds chirping woke you up along with the bright sun that glistened on your skin.

Opening your, only to close them again, you realized that you were wearing a oversized T-shirt and your panties, your lovers nowhere in sight.

Did they leave? Why would they do that?

Soon, you started panicking, the train of over thought thoughts making its way into your head

Were you overstepping things? Maybe they didn't want anything personal with you and just a one nighter? Maybe they hated it?

You sighed, tired. Placing your face into the fresh pillow, sinking into the new bedsheets. "Y/n, baby-!" A loud yet hoarse scream startled Wooin who barged inside the room, his neck was covered in hickeys, were you that crazy last night?

Joker came in behind the shorter boy, throwing himself ontop of you, hugging you as his face nestled above your thighs, Wooin gasping in betrayal.

"Move! Stop hogging her."

No, they would never leave.

"I love you two so much."

Both of them shut up, taking minutes to process your lovely words. "W-what...did I say something wrong?" Joker looked up at you from your lap, giving your thigh a kiss after.

"...I love you more than Wooin."

A vein popped on the forehead if the boy who's name was mentioned. "That's the biggest lie!" You were engulfed in another pair of arms.

"I love you more than this weirdo."

Yeah.

After all, they belonged to you and you belonged to them.

They were in love with you and you were in love with them.

I'm so sorry if this was rushed or anything but I really wanted to get this over with BC I don't Elly write on tumblr and I only wrote the other part as a joke

BTW my smut writing got rusty since I didnt write for so lonv

I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes since this isn't edited

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why Aurora's art is genius

It's break for me, and I've been meaning to sit down and read the Aurora webcomic (https://comicaurora.com/, @comicaurora on Tumblr) for quite a bit. So I did that over the last few days.

And… y'know. I can't actually say "I should've read this earlier," because otherwise I would've been up at 2:30-3am when I had responsibilities in the morning and I couldn't have properly enjoyed it, but. Holy shit guys THIS COMIC.

I intended to just do a generalized "hello this is all the things I love about this story," and I wrote a paragraph or two about art style. …and then another. And another. And I realized I needed to actually reference things so I would stop being too vague. I was reading the comic on my tablet or phone, because I wanted to stay curled up in my chair, but I type at a big monitor and so I saw more details… aaaaaand it turned into its own giant-ass post.

SO. Enjoy a few thousand words of me nerding out about this insanely cool art style and how fucking gorgeous this comic is? (There are screenshots, I promise it isn't just a wall of text.) In my defense, I just spent two semesters in graphic design classes focusing on the Adobe Suite, so… I get to be a nerd about pretty things…???

All positive feedback btw! No downers here. <3

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I cannot emphasize enough how much I love the beautiful, simple stylistic method of drawing characters and figures. It is absolutely stunning and effortless and utterly graceful—it is so hard to capture the sheer beauty and fluidity of the human form in such a fashion. Even a simple outline of a character feels dynamic! It's gorgeous!

Though I do have a love-hate relationship with this, because my artistic side looks at that lovely simplicity, goes "I CAN DO THAT!" and then I sit down and go to the paper and realize that no, in fact, I cannot do that yet, because that simplicity is born of a hell of a lot of practice and understanding of bodies and actually is really hard to do. It's a very developed style that only looks simple because the artist knows what they're doing. The human body is hard to pull off, and this comic does so beautifully and makes it look effortless.

Also: line weight line weight line weight. It's especially important in simplified shapes and figures like this, and hoo boy is it used excellently. It's especially apparent the newer the pages get—I love watching that improvement over time—but with simpler figures and lines, you get nice light lines to emphasize both smaller details, like in the draping of clothing and the curls of hair—which, hello, yes—and thicker lines to emphasize bigger and more important details and silhouettes. It's the sort of thing that's essential to most illustrations, but I wanted to make a note of it because it's so vital to this art style.

THE USE OF LAYER BLENDING MODES OH MY GODS. (...uhhh, apologies to the people who don't know what that means, it's a digital art program thing? This article explains it for beginners.)

Bear with me, I just finished my second Photoshop course, I spent months and months working on projects with this shit so I see the genius use of Screen and/or its siblings (of which there are many—if I say "Screen" here, assume I mean the entire umbrella of Screen blending modes and possibly Overlay) and go nuts, but seriously it's so clever and also fucking gorgeous:

Firstly: the use of screened-on sound effect words over an action? A "CRACK" written over a branch and then put on Screen in glowy green so that it's subtle enough that it doesn't disrupt the visual flow, but still sticks out enough to make itself heard? Little "scritches" that are transparent where they're laid on without outlines to emphasize the sound without disrupting the underlying image? FUCK YES. I haven't seen this done literally anywhere else—granted, I haven't read a massive amount of comics, but I've read enough—and it is so clever and I adore it. Examples:

Secondly: The beautiful lighting effects. The curling leaves, all the magic, the various glowing eyes, the fog, the way it's all so vividly colored but doesn't burn your eyeballs out—a balance that's way harder to achieve than you'd think—and the soft glows around them, eeeee it's so pretty so pretty SO PRETTY. Not sure if some of these are Outer/Inner Glow/Shadow layer effects or if it's entirely hand-drawn, but major kudos either way; I can see the beautiful use of blending modes and I SALUTE YOUR GENIUS.

I keep looking at some of this stuff and go "is that a layer effect or is it done by hand?" Because you can make some similar things with the Satin layer effect in Photoshop (I don't know if other programs have this? I'm gonna have to find out since I won't have access to PS for much longer ;-;) that resembles some of the swirly inner bits on some of the lit effects, but I'm not sure if it is that or not. Or you could mask over textures? There's... many ways to do it.

If done by hand: oh my gods the patience, how. If done with layer effects: really clever work that knows how to stop said effects from looking wonky, because ugh those things get temperamental. If done with a layer of texture that's been masked over: very, very good masking work. No matter the method, pretty shimmers and swirly bits inside the bigger pretty swirls!

Next: The way color contrast is used! I will never be over the glowy green-on-black Primordial Life vibes when Alinua gets dropped into that… unconscious space?? with Life, for example, and the sharp contrast of vines and crack and branches and leaves against pitch black is just visually stunning. The way the roots sink into the ground and the three-dimensional sensation of it is particularly badass here:

Friggin. How does this imply depth like that. HOW. IT'S SO FREAKING COOL.

A huge point here is also color language and use! Everybody has their own particular shade, generally matching their eyes, magic, and personality, and I adore how this is used to make it clear who's talking or who's doing an action. That was especially apparent to me with Dainix and Falst in the caves—their colors are both fairly warm, but quite distinct, and I love how this clarifies who's doing what in panels with a lot of action from both of them. There is a particular bit that stuck out to me, so I dug up the panels (see this page and the following one https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-20-30/):

(Gods it looks even prettier now that I put it against a plain background. Also, appreciation to Falst for managing a bridal-carry midair, damn.)

The way that their colors MERGE here! And the immense attention to detail in doing so—Dainix is higher up than Falst is in the first panel, so Dainix's orange fades into Falst's orange at the base. The next panel has gold up top and orange on bottom; we can't really tell in that panel where each of them are, but that's carried over to the next panel—

—where we now see that Falst's position is raised above Dainix's due to the way he's carrying him. (Points for continuity!) And, of course, we see the little "huffs" flowing from orange to yellow over their heads (where Dainix's head is higher than Falst's) to merge the sound of their breathing, which is absurdly clever because it emphasizes to the viewer how we hear two sets of huffing overlaying each other, not one. Absolutely brilliant.

(A few other notes of appreciation to that panel: beautiful glows around them, the sparks, the jagged silhouette of the spider legs, the lovely colors that have no right to make the area around a spider corpse that pretty, the excellent texturing on the cave walls plus perspective, the way Falst's movements imply Dainix's hefty weight, the natural posing of the characters, their on-point expressions that convey exactly how fuckin terrifying everything is right now, the slight glows to their eyes, and also they're just handsome boys <3)

Next up: Rain!!!! So well done! It's subtle enough that it never ever disrupts the impact of the focal point, but evident enough you can tell! And more importantly: THE MIST OFF THE CHARACTERS. Rain does this irl, it has that little vapor that comes off you and makes that little misty effect that plays with lighting, it's so cool-looking and here it's used to such pretty effect!

One of the panel captions says something about it blurring out all the injuries on the characters but like THAT AIN'T TOO BIG OF A PROBLEM when it gets across the environmental vibes, and also that'd be how it would look in real life too so like… outside viewer's angle is the same as the characters', mostly? my point is: that's the environment!!! that's the vibes, that's the feel! It gets it across and it does so in the most pretty way possible!

And another thing re: rain, the use of it to establish perspective, particularly in panels like this—

—where we can tell we're looking down at Tynan due to the perspective on the rain and where it's pointing. Excellent. (Also, kudos for looking down and emphasizing how Tynan's losing his advantage—lovely use of visual storytelling.)

Additionally, the misting here:

We see it most heavily in the leftmost panel, where it's quite foggy as you would expect in a rainstorm, especially in an environment with a lot of heat, but it's also lightly powdered on in the following two panels and tends to follow light sources, which makes complete sense given how light bounces off particles in the air.

A major point of strength in these too is a thorough understanding of lighting, like rim lighting, the various hues and shades, and an intricate understanding of how light bounces off surfaces even when they're in shadow (we'll see a faint glow in spots where characters are half in shadow, but that's how it would work in real life, because of how light bounces around).

Bringing some of these points together: the fluidity of the lines in magic, and the way simple glowing lines are used to emphasize motion and the magic itself, is deeply clever. I'm basically pulling at random from panels and there's definitely even better examples, but here's one (see this page https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-16-33/):

First panel, listed in numbers because these build on each other:

The tension of the lines in Tess's magic here. This works on a couple levels: first, the way she's holding her fists, as if she's pulling a rope taut.

The way there's one primary line, emphasizing the rope feeling, accompanied by smaller ones.

The additional lines starbursting around her hands, to indicate the energy crackling in her hands and how she's doing a good bit more than just holding it. (That combined with the fists suggests some tension to the magic, too.) Also the variations in brightness, a feature you'll find in actual lightning. :D Additional kudos for how the lightning sparks and breaks off the metal of the sword.

A handful of miscellaneous notes on the second panel:

The reflection of the flames in Erin's typically dark blue eyes (which bears a remarkable resemblance to Dainix, incidentally—almost a thematic sort of parallel given Erin's using the same magic Dainix specializes in?)

The flowing of fabric in the wind and associated variation in the lineart

The way Erin's tattoos interact with the fire he's pulling to his hand

The way the rain overlays some of the fainter areas of fire (attention! to! detail! hell yeah!)

I could go on. I won't because this is a lot of writing already.

Third panel gets paragraphs, not bullets:

Erin's giant-ass "FWOOM" of fire there, and the way the outline of the word is puffy-edged and gradated to feel almost three-dimensional, plus once again using Screen or a variation on it so that the stars show up in the background. All this against that stunning plume of fire, which ripples and sparks so gorgeously, and the ending "om" of the onomatopoeia is emphasized incredibly brightly against that, adding to the punch of it and making the plume feel even brighter.

Also, once again, rain helping establish perspective, especially in how it's very angular in the left side of the panel and then slowly becomes more like a point to the right to indicate it's falling directly down on the viewer. Add in the bright, beautiful glow effects, fainter but no less important black lines beneath them to emphasize the sky and smoke and the like, and the stunningly beautiful lighting and gradated glows surrounding Erin plus the lightning jagging up at him from below, and you get one hell of an impactful panel right there. (And there is definitely more in there I could break down, this is just a lot already.)

And in general: The colors in this? Incredible. The blues and purples and oranges and golds compliment so well, and it's all so rich.

Like, seriously, just throughout the whole comic, the use of gradients, blending modes, color balance and hues, all the things, all the things, it makes for the most beautiful effects and glows and such a rich environment. There's a very distinct style to this comic in its simplified backgrounds (which I recognize are done partly because it's way easier and also backgrounds are so time-consuming dear gods but lemme say this) and vivid, smoothly drawn characters; the simplicity lets them come to the front and gives room for those beautiful, richly saturated focal points, letting the stylized designs of the magic and characters shine. The use of distinct silhouettes is insanely good. Honestly, complex backgrounds might run the risk of making everything too visually busy in this case. It's just, augh, so GORGEOUS.

Another bit, take a look at this page (https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-15-28/):

It's not quite as evident here as it is in the next page, but this one does some other fun things so I'm grabbing it. Points:

Once again, using different colors to represent different character actions. The "WHAM" of Kendal hitting the ground is caused by Dainix's force, so it's orange (and kudos for doubling the word over to add a shake effect). But we see blue layered underneath, which could be an environmental choice, but might also be because it's Kendal, whose color is blue.

And speaking off, take a look at the right-most panel on top, where Kendal grabs the spear: his motion is, again, illustrated in bright blue, versus the atmospheric screened-on orange lines that point toward him around the whole panel (I'm sure these have a name, I think they might be more of a manga thing though and the only experience I have in manga is reading a bit of Fullmetal Alchemist). Those lines emphasize the weight of the spear being shoved at him, and their color tells us Dainix is responsible for it.

One of my all-time favorite effects in this comic is the way cracks manifest across Dainix's body to represent when he starts to lose control; it is utterly gorgeous and wonderfully thematic. These are more evident in the page before and after this one, but you get a decent idea here. I love the way they glow softly, the way the fire juuuust flickers through at the start and then becomes more evident over time, and the cracks feel so realistic, like his skin is made of pottery. Additional points for how fire begins to creep into his hair.

A small detail that's generally consistent across the comic, but which I want to make note of here because you can see it pretty well: Kendal's eyes glow about the same as the jewel in his sword, mirroring his connection to said sword and calling back to how the jewel became Vash's eye temporarily and thus was once Kendal's eye. You can always see this connection (though there might be some spots where this also changes in a symbolic manner; I went through it quickly on the first time around, so I'll pay more attention when I inevitably reread this), where Kendal's always got that little shine of blue in his eyes the same as the jewel. It's a beautiful visual parallel that encourages the reader to subconsciously link them together, especially since the lines used to illustrate character movements typically mirror their eye color. It's an extension of Kendal.

Did I mention how ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL the colors in this are?

Also, the mythological/legend-type scenes are illustrated in familiar style often used for that type of story, a simple and heavily symbolic two-dimensional cave-painting-like look. They are absolutely beautiful on many levels, employing simple, lovely gradients, slightly rougher and thicker lineart that is nonetheless smoothly beautiful, and working with clear silhouettes (a major strength of this art style, but also a strength in the comic overall). But in particular, I wanted to call attention to a particular thing (see this page https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-12-4/):

The flowing symbolic lineart surrounding each character. This is actually quite consistent across characters—see also Life's typical lines and how they curl:

What's particularly interesting here is how these symbols are often similar, but not the same. Vash's lines are always smooth, clean curls, often playing off each other and echoing one another like ripples in a pond. You'd think they'd look too similar to Life's—but they don't. Life's curl like vines, and they remain connected; where one curve might echo another but exist entirely detached from each other in Vash's, Life's lines still remain wound together, because vines are continuous and don't float around. :P

Tahraim's are less continuous, often breaking up with significantly smaller bits and pieces floating around like—of course—sparks, and come to sharper points. These are also constants: we see the vines repeated over and over in Alinua's dreams of Life, and the echoing ripples of Vash are consistent wherever we encounter him. Kendal's dream of the ghost citizens of the city of Vash in the last few chapters is filled with these rippling, echoing patterns, to beautiful effect (https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-20-14/):

They ripple and spiral, often in long, sinuous curves, with smooth elegance. It reminds me a great deal of images of space and sine waves and the like. This establishes a definite feel to these different characters and their magic. And the thing is, that's not something that had to be done—the colors are good at emphasizing who's who. But it was done, and it adds a whole other dimension to the story. Whenever you're in a deity's domain, you know whose it is no matter the color.

Regarding that shape language, I wanted to make another note, too—Vash is sometimes described as chaotic and doing what he likes, which is interesting to me, because smooth, elegant curves and the color blue aren't generally associated with chaos. So while Vash might behave like that on the surface, I'm guessing he's got a lot more going on underneath; he's probably much more intentional in his actions than you'd think at a glance, and he is certainly quite caring with his city. The other thing is that this suits Kendal perfectly. He's a paragon character; he is kind, virtuous, and self-sacrificing, and often we see him aiming to calm others and keep them safe. Blue is such a good color for him. There is… probably more to this, but I'm not deep enough in yet to say.

And here's the thing: I'm only scratching the surface. There is so much more here I'm not covering (color palettes! outfits! character design! environment! the deities! so much more!) and a lot more I can't cover, because I don't have the experience; this is me as a hobbyist artist who happened to take a couple design classes because I wanted to. The art style to this comic is so clever and creative and beautiful, though, I just had to go off about it. <3

...brownie points for getting all the way down here? Have a cookie.

[shaunashipman]

absolutely disgusting that someone would make light of pedophilia over a godsdamned ship, and yet this is what I get in my inbox

do you think it's a joke? are you having a big laugh with your friends, haha I used the sexual abuse of children to own someone in a ship war.

genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, die. painfully

[wildflowercryptid]

Your Kieran is at perfect snuggle height for your Florian it drives me insane thinking about it 🥹

damn, my real reason behind making florian that tall has been found out. ( /j )

same, though. i imagine florian to be pretty physically affectionate with people he loves so i could totally see him resting his head on top of kieran's and leaning on them whenever he can.

[kelpermoosee]

Olimar legit changed my brain chemistry, I’m gonna be so fr

[acosmic]

the popularity of clothing in fixed sizes encountered “multiple cultural resistance[s]” because “they were established for ‘dominated’ people and colonial subjects who usually were part of administrations: children, prisoners, boarders, or soldiers.”

from "Body Doubles: The Origins of the Fashion Mannequin" by Alison Matthews David, quoting Manuel Charpy; available here

[tiredsmashbros]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANGO !!! :3c 🍔✨

i legit found out yesterday last night but i was too tired to make something at the time so i began manifesting for a snowtrapped remaster UIGJEFDSXIUHJK

LEGIT I REMEMBER THINKIN AS A JOKE TO MYELEF "it would soooo cool if they added mango's art on their bday lmao" AND IT HAPPENED BRO THAT IS SO FUKIN AWESOME SRSLY CONGRATULATIONS U SRSLY DESERVE IT IUGJHBDECSX

i need to yeet now to eat and do hw but i really wanted to make smth for u even if its a bit scrappy atm aaa but i hope u like it man 💛🍔