#im sure if i wanted to i could work on this more and make a proper ada!chuuya story out of it

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

im not sure if this has been done before but... pilates princess! reader x gymbro! jason todd... mmmmm

18+

you two are total opposites but you both make it work so well. you're all girly, his little princess- all your equiment and yoga sets a pretty pink. he makes fun of you for your pink weights- but he finds it fucking adorable. he's all rough and buff, always in dark colours and lifting weights you couldn't fathom lifting if you tried. of course he was rich, so you each had your own little home studio/ spaces with all the equipment you could possibly think of. your studio was so cozy, covered in soft pinks and whites, and you had a beautiful window that overlooked the city. it was covered in plants too of course, that your cat liked to nibble on sometimes. you'd be doing moves on your reformer and with your tension bands and he'd always poke his head in and watch you. it was a little routine you had where whenever you guys took a quick break- stretch or water, you'd jog over and see what the other was doing, oftentimes (jason) would admire you in silence and just be in awe. the drastic change in music always made you giggle, but you knew jason loved your lana del rey.

watching him lift double- triple your weight made you weak in the knees, and he often made eye contact with you in the mirror with a smirk, knowing this turned you on. he'd always come over and pick you, swinging you like you were a ragdoll, making you shirek. he'd lift you up, but made it so you were turned to face the mirror, as he'd pound into you, leaving your feet to dangle in the air as he wrapped you in one arm around the waist.

"yeah baby you like that? you like watching me lift those big, strong weights- knowing i could just toss you around and do whatever i wanted with you? hm?" he'd always grunt in your ear, pressing you up against the glass.

"look at yourself in the mirror pretty girl. you take my cock so well princess, swallowing me all up. i'm all in your tummy- see?"

or when he'd come over and see you doing your stretches and he'd get so worked up from how you looked in those flare yoga pants he'd just pick you up and push you down on the reformer, yanking down your pants and just fucking you from behind, doggy style.

"sorry honey, didn't mean to interupt your workout, you just look so fuckin hot. couldn't help myself."

and he'd pound into you so hard you'd start drooling, your eyes rolled back in your head and you'd go all into subspace, calling him daddy- which would just rile him up even more.

"look atcha baby. what a mess for daddy, hm princess? such a little slut." even though he was the one who came and fucked you...

mini moodboard- pictures don't represent what reader looks like or anything!<3

[nmakii]

after all this time, you and i

— for @nanasesgirlfriend. even though you want to, just try to never grow up.

— just the admirations of nanase, a lovesick boy, on his girlfriend’s birthday

sighs… how to write ab nanase…

12:00.

“happy birthday, darlin’!” nanase hugged you from behind, pulling you into his chest as he falls back into your bed. you squeal from the sudden pin down as you squirm in you boyfriend’s grasp.

“eek, niji!” you gasp, all before laughing out loud. “thanks…” you hum, curling to his side and kissing him. he snuggles his head on top of your’s as he pulls out his phone.

you turn your head to see what he could possibly be doing, and you see that he’s opening up his instagram, posting an adorable birthday story filled with pictures of you, as ‘the most beautiful thing’ by bruno major plays. he knows how much you love to be shown off after all.

he posts it, and your phone goes off from his story mention. you look up to him, cheeks flushed, and he grins like a golden retriever. his meaty fingers move to untangle the messy strands of hair caught in your face, and he cheekily moves once again. now with you beneath him, and his face nestled on the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent.

“…i love ya, darlin’…” he murmurs, his head popping up. his eyes gleam, reflecting your appearance, as his pupils dilate at the very sight of you. “i love you too, niji.” you hum back.

you finally manage to claw nanase off of you, and he pouts. but he understands, nonetheless. “i’ll see ya tomorrow. y’should get some sleep, ho‘kay? i bet my girl’s gonna get swarmed tomorrow!” he jokingly boasts, skipping over his syllables. you frown, eyebrows creasing from disappointment. “you’re not sleeping over? why not? it’s my birthday, niji…” you whine, using the tone you know makes him give you what you want.

and it works; your tone makes his heart break, he wants to just forget what he was gonna do and sleep over instead. but, he’s gotta! it’s for your surprise! he mentally reinforces himself as he prepares to say the one word that he hates saying to you.

“…no, i can’t..! i’m sorry, baby!” he apologizes. he’s weak when it comes to you. he’s really never said no to you before. “just wait ‘til tomorrow, darlin’! i got a surprise for ya! i promise i’ll be there when ya wake up!” he compromises, his sweet smile enough to rid you of your disappointment.

“hmm… ho’kay, if you say so…” you shrug, “you should get home then. it’s dangerous to walk home at midnight, y’know?”

at your warning, nanase nods. “yep! i know! but, i can handle myself, don’tcha even worry, baby!” he gives you a final goodbye kiss.

you frown as he starts to move off of you. “alright, i’ll see you tomorrow, niji… i love yaaa….” and he stands up, leaving you alone in your bed. “i’ll text ya when i get home. i love ya too!” he waves goodbye before finally leaving your house.

you look out your window, and see him walk to his house, which is quite literally, just across from you’s. you see him standing on the grass, taking out his phone. and, you receive a notification from nanase.

niji 💗: im home!!!! ill see u tomorrow ily 😣

you laugh at the notification and text back.

hehehe i see u rn. ilyt 💗

at your text, nanase looks at your house accusingly, looking up to what he estimated to be your bedroom window, and waves hello, hoping you see him. and though he can’t see it, you wave back.

after making sure he makes it into his house, you fall back into bed, excited for tomorrow and for what surprise your boyfriend may have planned for you. your excitement is so evident, that you just pass out on your bed. you don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep.

it isn’t until you wake up that you’ve realized. nanase’s face hovering your’s, and everything. “mornin’ darlin’! time to wake up!” and, you’re more than startled when you wake up.

“niji..?!” you yell out, almost accidentally punching him. thank the heavens that you didn’t. your heart rate spikes up, before slowly crawling it’s way down. and, as you finally process everything, you check the time.

11:30.

you sit up, and notice a large box sitting on the floor beside your bed. “what’s that?” you ask him, pointing to the large box. “oh, this? this is yer surprise!” he proudly boasts, picking it up and placing it in your lap. “open it, why don’tcha?!” he excitedly encourages, his blunt fingernails tapping on the cardboard box.

you do as instructed, and open to see a beautifully decorated cake. frosted in a baby shade of your favorite color, the edges are piped with white frosting using an open star piping tip— white, purple, and pink iridescent beaded sprinkles cover the top, and a hastily written “happy birthday, princess” fills the empty space.

you frown with endearment and sincere gratitude, as you try to hold back the tears in your eyes. and, you can feel your heart ‘flutter’ at his actions, as he’d say it. nanase notices your expression, and frowns. “wh…what? ya don’t like it..?”

“no, no..! i love it! it’s perfect!” you quickly move to correct him. and nanase smiles, relieved that you love it. “whew! i took a train allllll the way to kyoto, so that hiori could’a helped me out! i’m glad you like it!”

huh. so, that’s why he was gone without notice after school two days ago.

you laugh at his silliness, and kiss him. “thank you, niji… you don’t have an idea how much this means to me…” you hum against his lips. his eyebrows raise in interest, and he responds, “uh-huh? you’ve got no idea how much you mean to me, darlin’…”

, and your heart sky rockets.

into the moon. you can’t believe how unbelievably lucky you got to meet nanase, much less date him.

both of your hands move to the sides of his face, and pull him in for a kiss, careful not to ruin the cake sitting on your lap. he gratefully accepts the kiss, and returns it in full.

when you finally pull away, your forehead rests on his, covered by his headband. “i love you.” you mutter against his lips. but those three words hold so much more than just their definitions— they carry words of gratitude for always staying by your side, apologies for when you were too much and over-emotional, words of longing to express how you want to stay with him forever; all of it.

“i love ya too, dear.” he smiles back. this was what you loved about nanase.

no matter what would happen, you knew he’d always come through for you.

[lesbikaiser]

Hellooo :3

could you write how Lorenzo and Barou would react to if reader sent them nudes, please?

hii <3 ofc i can! im so sorry for taking so long :( idk how exactly to write reactions but i hope you like it!

proofread but you never know, so im sorry if there's any errors!

don lorenzo

lorenzo feels like drool might start leaking from his mouth. there's no way he isn't spotting a hard-on right now, he knows that. all thanks to the notification popping on his screen just when he got his break, his intention being only checking his phone to see if you left any texts and oh, sure you did.

"been missing you... [02:38 PM]"

'"come back soon <3 [02:46 PM]"

the first one was sent a few minutes before his break, he could even hear your whiny voice actually saying it, and just from this one message alone, he would be beaming for the rest of his practice while thinking about you.

well, that's until he noticed the image attached to the second one.

surely he'll be thinking about you for the rest of the day after seeing it. the one that made him click on your chat, the one that got lips curving into a smirk, the one that got the boner on his shorts.

it's a picture of you. your body lays on your shared bed, breasts free of any bra with your nipples perked up, one of your hands holding your phone up to your face while the other disappears inside the lacy panties adorning your hips, hinting what you've probably been done for the past minutes.

it's a mirror picture. the same mirror he got on the ceiling of your bedroom, specifically above your bed because he wanted you to watch when he fucks you in missionary.

he's totally making that picture his lockscreen. because he's just this kind of freak.

and he's totally excusing himself to the locker room to enjoy his break, fingers quickly moving to text back a response.

"keep cumming till you can't anymore [02:50 PM]"

"ya better be nice and wet for me when i get home [02:51 PM]"

oh, and he's 100% snapping a few pictures of his hand covered in his cum and sending it to you when he's done.

shoei barou

shoei barou can't believe his eyes. he thinks you might've gone insane at this point.

he knew it would come back to bite him in the ass sooner or later, to date such a nasty person like you... but what could he do? he loved you after all.

even when you decided to give him a boner in the middle of his cleaning.

he couldn't help but worry a little when his phone rang non-stop, the exclusive sound he gave your number so he would know it was you just from hearing it, indicating you'd sent him a few texts. and as much as cleaning was sacred to him, you were way more important than the dishes he was doing.

oh, what a right regretful choice.

"shoeeeeei [04:28 PM]"

"miss u sososo muchhhh [04:28 PM]"

"wanna be with youuuu [04:29 PM]"

unlocking his phone, the first messages got him to calm down, at least he knew that you were safe. he smiled to himself, reading through your sweet texts. he really thought nothing of it at first, he was used to your clinginess – especially when you had to go to work –, that was probably just you being your lovely self.

that's until he scrolled down and saw the image attached to your chat.

it was a picture of you. probably hidden in the restroom, your face is off the screen, just lips and chin showing but surely not the most eye-catching element in the pic.

his gaze is unconsciously attracted to your uniform, with enough buttons open to show your cleavage and the red, lacy bra framing your breasts, he can't deny his dick twitches at the sight. like a cherry atop the cake, a necklace hangs from your neck with a 'B' pendant resting right in the middle of your tits, a faint bruise on your skin thanks to the hickey he gave you a while ago.

he reads the caption.

"yk, it's soooo hot today [04:32 PM]"

"can't wait to be home and get rid of these clothes >.< [04:33 PM]"

he's too stunned to even think of responding, eyes bulging as he stares at his screen perplexed. he can feel his dick straining against his shorts, breath heavy as lust washes over him, heat creeping up his neck and reaching his cheeks the longer he looks at the picture.

it's your next message that takes him out of his trance, his heart pounding in his chest and blood rushing through his veins, eagerness getting the best of him when he places his hand over his bulge, squeezing it slightly as he reads your text.

"hopefully i'll be home soon [04:35 PM]"

"so wait for me my love <3 [04:35 PM]"

he's looking forward to it.

[anemoiashifts]

You might’ve gone through this on other post but how can I figure what’s holding me back from shifting? Because I want to shift so bad but I feel like I self sabotage myself like listening to audios when I’m super tired and not when I’m more awake and just ending up sleeping(If that makes sense)🦄🦄🦄

makes total sense !

people have shifted with doubts. people have shifted without trying. people have shifted with self confidence & 100% self certainty. some people say “i shifted when i wasn’t trying to & didn’t care about shifting” & “I shifted when i said that i gave up on shifting”. so, there are a lot of ways & different mindsets. many seem to be trial & error. like how there’s different kinds of learning styles & how one may not work for everyone. finding out what works for you isn’t always linear. sometimes you’ll feel like subliminals are your thing & other times you’ll be emotionally attached to reality checking every half hour in hopes of inducing a lucid dream.

& it’s totally okay to listen to audios when tired & feel like you’re not putting in effort. even if you feel that it’s lazy, you’re still taking the time to turn on an audio. a subliminal or guided meditation, i assume ?

౨ৎ | setting aside time to meditate

while you may not be trying to shift, meditation always helps me. it could help you develop some sort of routine rather then just rolling over & going to bed. if you don’t know how to meditate headspace has some guided meditations that teach you the basics. from a spiritual perspective, you receive so many messages & learn so much from being quiet.

౨ৎ | don’t force it

if you’re not in the mood, then you’re not in the mood. I know this might be a little hypocritical since i just said that developing some sort of routine may help you but I think this is important to include. just don’t force it. shifting is supposed to be fun, burn out isn’t.

౨ৎ | shadow work

in simple terms, shadow work is answering questions that allow yourself to explore the parts of you that we have a tendency to burry or suppress. i definitely made a post on shadow work questions somewhere. if i remember to i’ll link it somewhere in this reply. though, there are a lot online that aren’t shifting related that may also benefit you.

౨ৎ | get to know yourself

everyone comes from different places & experiences. we’re made up of our beliefs — positive or negative. take the time to think on where your (negative) beliefs came from. when i was in inpatient a few summers ago to deal with my anxiety & phobias, this was typically something used to knock fears down a few pegs so they don’t have complete control over us. this primarily works with fears, but determining things as irrational vs irrational helped me a ton.

im sure this has been said before but you can totally just roll over & go to sleep with only the intention to shift if you want. you don’t need some elaborate routine or ritual with candles & and hour long meditation session. shifting — manifesting also— can be even boiled down to “when i go to sleep, i will wake up in my bed” in my opinion.

────୨ৎ────

[valentine-cafe]

hii‼️ im feeling a bit angsty today so, can i have a gn child reader and herrera husbands 209 where...

They have a new child, a younger one that gets sick often so they have to devote more time to it, and Child!reader sees this and starts to feel a little resentment to their sibling, but they don't tell their parents. Then, when reader goes to school for the day , jingyi and rishen are too busy caring for the younger sibling who is sick and it slips their mind to pick up reader from school!!

reader waits there as all of their friends leave to go home except them. reader thinks that their parents dont want them anymore so they decide to walk back home themselves!! but then they get lost somewhere and when rishen and jingyi go to pick them up, the teachers tell them reader already left :((

˖⁺. ﹙ mad scientist & doctor fathers & gn child reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . why would we ever not love you? you are our kid !! 🍒 :  villains ˖ mad scientist ˖ mad doctor﹙ verse 209 rishen & jingyi. ﹚

in discovery their child has walked away from school to get home themself, believing they don't love them, your fathers rush out to find you upon hearing you already left from school

Jìngyí never thought he would see Rishen at his most stressed. The second they both heard that you’d left to walk on back on your own, the panic that surged through them both was on another level. The doctor was the one that had to try and remain calm — keep his husband calm - a failing matter as Rishen immediately took off down the street.

They split up. Searched high and low to find you. Thankfully they are well aware that Elritea is a safe city. But that shouldn’t mean that they young child should be out wandering at such a late time !

It was Rishen who found you. Coiled up beneath a tree and hugging your knees with tears in your eyes. When he approached you looked up - glared and then brought your hands to your eyes.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Lula?”

He felt his heart shatter. It didn’t take much of a genius to piece the puzzle together. So he quietly settles beside you and stares with gentle eyes. “Dear. . . we didn’t mean -”

“But you did! You left me! I forgot!”

He couldn’t bare to see you cry like that. There was no stopping his arms that hooked around you and cradled you to his shoulder. Hushed words spoken through a tight voice. He can’t handle his baby crying. It leaves him feeling scattered. Raw. Awful.

From the distance Jìngyí catches sight of both of you. He chooses to wait until Rishen has eased your sobs before he ventures over and settles next to you as well. Uncaring of the grass messing up his work pants.

“Y-You don’t have time for me anymore.” You hiccup. Face buried into Rishen’s shoulder as he gently strokes over your head. His desperate eyes look to his husband. Who sighs deep and speaks soft.

“Is it because of Lula? Little star. . .” he murmurs, shuffling a little closer. “How could we ever forget about you? Your sister is young. . . she needs her parents to do more things for her. But that does not mean we are forgetting you. . .”

All you can do is sniffle. Look over at your father with big, glossy eyes. A trembled - “Do you still love me?”

You don’t think you’d ever seen tears in your fathers eyes. Jìngyí feels his entire being shatter and he reaches to cup your face and shakes his head.

“Of course we do. You are our child. Our first baby. How could we stop?”

You feel the small jitter from Rishen. His crying, combined with Jìngyí’s, is enough to make you realise that perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps your fathers do love you. Even if they are busy with Lula. . . even if they forgot just this one time.

You hate seeing them cry. So you wrap your arms around them both and sniffle along with. All they can do is hug you close and promise to try their hardest next time.

You’d be sure to hold both their hands as they walked you back home. You’d also be sure to give Lula a little hug as you all settled down in the blanket nest to watch some television and forget about the day.

[lexawritex]

YO! love your writting! i want to request, if you can't write it, it's okay! no pressure. I request mean wonyoung x manager reader, where the reader must do and get everything she want. Unfortunately for the reader, she make some mistake and wonyoung make sure to teach her a lesson. (Smut or not is up to you) thank you...

omg thank you so muchhh! and im so so so sorry if this took too long! i got so busy with life that i forgot tumblr existed but here i am now.

—punishment

★ after a mistake, wonyoung punishes you in her own ways

⚠️ slight smut, degradation

being jang wonyoung’s manager was no easy task. every detail had to be impeccable—perfectly organized, flawlessly executed, and absolutely mistake-free. even the tiniest slip wouldn’t go unnoticed by wonyoung.

jang wonyoung was the embodiment of perfection, and that meant everything around her had to be just as flawless. she was a perfectionist—picky, meticulous, and utterly unpredictable.

that’s why you trained yourself to anticipate her needs, executing every task flawlessly. so perfectly, in fact, that wonyoung trusted you—something she rarely did.

however, perfection isn’t always attainable. when you accompanied wonyoung to get her measurements, exhaustion clung to you. with only an hour of sleep and the onset of a cold creeping in, your body begged for rest.

your eyes kept fluttering shut as you stood in the corner, struggling to stay focused while the designer took wonyoung’s measurements. drowsiness clouded your mind, and without realizing it, you mistakenly jotted down the wrong numbers.

that's why you stood at the very back of the venue, hands cold and clammy, heart pounding with anxiety. you didn't miss the way wonyoung subtly covered her chest, her fingers fidgeting ever so slightly. after working with her for so long, you knew that the smile she wore was merely a facade—masking the discomfort she couldn't voice.

oh you were dead.

the loud slam of the door made you jump, your head instinctively ducking down. wonyoung was furious—her sharp eyes scanning the line of staff in the dressing room. the tension was suffocating, her presence alone demanding perfection. you swallowed hard, dreading the moment her gaze would land on you.

"everyone but yn, get out."

your heart stopped, body frozen, mouth dry.

one by one, the staff filed out, leaving only the two of you in the dressing room. the silence was deafening. you didn’t dare to lift your gaze, but you could feel wonyoung’s eyes boring into you—heavy, expectant, and unreadable.

"look at me, yn." and you did, immediately.

her gaze was devoid of emotion—dull, unreadable. somehow, that unnerved you more than if she had been outright angry.

"you've always been such a good manager," she began, her voice smooth yet laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

"tending to my needs, organizing my schedules, ensuring everything is perfect..."

wonyoung took a slow step forward, then another, her unwavering eyes locked onto yours, suffocating you in their intensity.

"what went wrong, hm?" she murmured, her voice dipping into a near whisper, low and deliberate.

your lips parted, but no words came—just silence and the dry ache in your throat.

she tilted her head, amusement flickering faintly beneath her unreadable gaze. "nothing to say?" her tone was almost mocking, her expression void of warmth.

"well then, let me guess..." she mused, tapping a delicate finger against her chin, feigning deep thought, as if your mistake was nothing more than a trivial puzzle to be solved.

her lips parted slightly, as if a realization had dawned on her, before curling into an amused, mocking smile.

"you're slacking off! am i right?" she accused, her voice lilting with feigned excitement.

panic surged through you as you quickly shook your head, stammering out frantic denials.

she arched a brow, unconvinced. "if not that... then what?"

her gaze flickered with something unreadable before her expression shifted once again—eyes widening for a brief moment before relaxing, half-lidded and enigmatic.

this woman was truly unpredictable.

she closed the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps, her presence overwhelming as she trapped you against the wall.

your breath hitched as her scent filled your senses—sweet yet intoxicating. her warm breath ghosted over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

if you were nervous before because of your mistake, now it was for an entirely different reason. instead of fearing for your job, you found yourself flustered, heat pooling in your cheeks at the undeniable tension crackling between you.

her gaze flickered from your eyes to the faint blush dusting your cheeks. a slow, knowing smirk tugged at her lips, amusement dancing in her dark eyes.

"you're blushing..." she trailed off, a teasing smile playing at her lips.

suddenly, she stepped back, a laugh escaping her as realization dawned on her face.

"oh, yn! you naughty thing!" she mused, leaving you puzzled and speechless.

"you messed up my measurements just to get a better view of my cleavage, didn't you?" she teased, her tone playful yet mischievous.

your eyes widened in panic, your face turning bright red as you stammered, trying to shake off the accusation.

"n-no! i didn’t! i was just so exhausted, i must’ve written the wrong measurements by mistake!" you blurted, desperation lacing your voice. but the woman merely chuckled, an amused glint in her eyes as she watched your frantic reaction.

"exhausted? am i tiring to work with? are you tired of me?" the woman accused, her voice sharp with suspicion.

"n-no! that's not what i meant!" you denied desperately, shaking your head.

"if so, then you should find another job. should i help you with that?" she pressed, her words cutting deep.

your throat tightened, tears welling up in your eyes as you frantically shook your head, feeling utterly helpless.

wonyoung’s subtle smirk faded, replaced by something unreadable. the bright gleam in her eyes dulled, now hooded and clouded with something unfamiliar.

she watched you in silence, studying you—memorizing every trembling breath, every tear welling in your eyes as you desperately denied her accusations. and in that moment, something inside her stirred.

put simply, she wanted more. more of your fragile side—your voice trembling, eyes teary and red, pleading for her. she liked that.

"i don't want to fire you either..." she whispered, her hand rising to gently caress your hair, fingers threading through the strands with an unsettling tenderness.

"but mistakes shouldn't go unpunished," she finished, her voice soft yet firm.

your eyes met hers, and there it was—lust, deep and consuming, mingling with something darker, something that sent a shiver down your spine as it clouded her perfect gaze.

she pulled away slightly, an evil smirk curling on her lips as an idea flickered to life in her mind.

"ever heard of 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'?" she mused, her voice dripping with amusement.

you mindlessly nodded, completely ensnared by her bewitching gaze, your thoughts hazy under the weight of her presence.

"you gave me a hard time covering my exposed cleavage earlier," she murmured, tilting her head with a playful glint in her eyes.

"so it’s only fair that i give you something to cover too, hm?"

her smirk deepened as she watched confusion flicker across your face. a low chuckle escaped her lips, the sound rich and taunting, sending shivers down your spine.

you were about to voice out your confusion when wonyoung pounced on you, her mouth latching onto your neck as she pushed you hard against the wall, pinning you.

a gasp escaped your lips and your knees became weak at the realisation that wonyoung is kissing your neck. the woman you work for, the woman that every man dreamed to have and the woman that every woman dreamed to become.

she was here, pinning you against the wall as her mouth abused your skin. sucking and biting it harshly, as if she intended on leaving marks.

wonyoung bit your skin, eliciting a moan from your lips causing her to pull away with an audible pop. her hooded eyes fixated on you, enjoying the sight of you breathless, red and so weak for her.

wanting to hear you again, wonyoung pushed her knee against your aching core and you can't help but moan at the pressure.

"fuck." the tall woman cursed, the word felt so unfamiliar coming from her and it only aroused you even more.

as if she was a vampire, wonyoung sensed your growing arousal.

"look at you, so fragile and weak for me," she sneered, her voice laced with ridicule, each word dripping with cruel amusement.

"you wanted this, don't you? you little slut." she spat and it made you even more aroused.

wonyoung has always been so beautiful but seeing her like this, looking at you with lust and ridicule as she degrades you, it made you wet.

her hand travelled to your waist, snaking under the fabric of your shirt. her touch hot and electrifying against your skin but you liked it. you let out a breathy moan as she rubs your clothed tit.

wonyoung watched as you closed your eyes and enjoyed her touch. wanting to see you beg, she retracted her hand, making you whine at the loss of contact.

"don't forget that i'm punishing you." she whispered,

"but i really want to see you beg." she said firmly before reaching out to your shirt, ripping it open making the buttons fly out.

the cold air against your exposed skin made you shiver but it was soon overcome with warmth as wonyoung latched her mouth onto your skin, the warmth and slightly wet lips making you hum in pleasure.

your knees felt weak against her touch, making you almost fall if not for wonyoung’s quick reaction. her hands gripped your waist to steady you.

the taller pulled away and rested her eyes on your exposed chest. she grinned whilst looking at the dark red marks she left. wonyoung then looked at you and what she saw awakened something in her.

hair dishevelled, eyes watery and you breathing heavily—it was wonyoung’s new obsession. seeing her usually nonchalant manager be in such a fragile and submissive state.

with no hesitation, wonyoung lunged forward and attacked your lips now. her lips soft like pillows as they moved hungrily against yours. a warm hand cupped your aching core and you moaned at the contact. wonyoung took this chance to invade your mouth with her tongue, exploring every corner.

wonyoung moved her fingers against your clothed core and it was making you crazy. she was teasing you by how slow her movements are and at this point, you forgot about being professional and just want her to fuck you senseless.

feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, you pulled away, panting and whimpering. the trail of saliva connecting your lips increasing you arousal. wonyoung watched how you closed your eyes, bite your lips while she worked wonders on your core. she could feel the cloth dampening, most probably from how wet you are right now.

she wanted to fuck you right this moment with your reactions but she reminded herself that she was punishing you.

suddenly, wonyoung pulled away, making you whine at the loss of movement on your core. you watched her pull away from you, smirk plastered on her face.

"you didn't forget that you're still working, right?" she asked, her voice teasing.

you blinked and had to take a moment to recollect yourself.

wonyoung let out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with amusement as she casually wiped the smudged lipstick from her lips. she straightened her outfit with practiced ease, looking as composed as ever—completely unaffected by what had just transpired.

meanwhile, your face burned with heat as you hurriedly tried to fix yourself, only to realize your shirt's buttons were completely gone. panic flickered across your expression as you glanced down at the disheveled fabric, then back at wonyoung, who remained utterly unfazed.

her sharp eyes drifted to your ruined shirt before flicking back up to meet yours. with a small, knowing smirk, she tilted her head toward the couch.

"there should be a shirt over there," she said smoothly. "you can wear it."

you swallowed hard, still reeling from everything, as wonyoung simply watched—entirely in control, as always.

wonyoung leaned back against the vanity, arms crossed as she watched you slip off your ruined shirt and reach for the one on the sofa. her gaze was sharp, unwavering, drinking in every movement with silent amusement.

but as soon as you put it on, your stomach dropped. the fabric was loose—too loose. it hung off your shoulders, exposing your collarbones… and the deep, scandalous marks wonyoung had left behind.

your eyes widened in horror as realization hit, hands scrambling to adjust the collar, but it was no use. wonyoung smirked, tilting her head as she admired her handiwork.

"ah… seems like you’ve got a little problem," she mused, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

she stood up and walked to the door, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as always.

"i still have a photoshoot to attend. don't make me wait in the car," she said coolly before slamming the door shut, leaving you alone.

you slumped down on the couch. is this your punishment for giving her the wrong measures? leaving you sexually frustrated, a wet and aching core, hickeys on your neck and chest that would probably last for weeks and a question on your head.

"what the fuck?"

let's just say you spent the next month sweating under hoodies and turtlenecks, enduring the blazing heat to hide the marks of a scandalous act.

[the-mold-is-coming]

THE GEESE SEE YOU.

Drew this awhile ago as a temporary pfp for my etsy shop!

I am still not sure in which direction i want to take the whole thing aesthetically, and i thought i had two weeks left, but turns out uni starts next week, so i have to rush and get to work, make all my ideas and try and figure out what i want.

Of course, this is in no way a logo, and of course, even in my attepts at one, a logo or some sort of symbol thing, i am not a graphic designer, and so far i am treating it a lot more like a profile picture than a logo, but we'll see. The pfp logo thing will influence the entire aesthetic, the banner, the little cards im gonna put on my orders, so its the priority.

I was sUpposed to look at presentation, how i should present the images of my stickers, make more stickers (NINJAGO STICKERS ToT), but im not sure ill have the time to do it properly without worrying about schoolwork, i really wish i could have more time. Hopefully i can get it done, and i already have three new options, its just about working now!

Here's the link in case you want to check ot the little i have and the way things are laid out before i make improvements!

[khorneschosen]

Brother why even bother lying to me if your idea is going to tell me the truth.

I'm going to be honest with you dude You sound like you are centrist who doesn't actually understand what exactly he believes because you haven't been around long enough to actually understand what you believe.

I spent 10 years of patient study to understand what the fuck I'm talking about and even I know there's a lot more to go.

Im going to be nice enough to say this right now is that you are probably just a victim of tumbling into a piece of rhetoric that I find incredibly disgusting because I know the history of it. Which was when you complained about free expression after decades I do mean decades of leftist silencing not only critique but academia and also going after the academics themselves and ruining their careers and blacklisting them from the industry. I read the last of your reply and no I was not wrong You are a leftist either you don't know it or you're lying to me.

Not just in Hollywood not just a media but academia intellectualism and frankly all spaces of public life where something that they had a direct influence on how it was shaped very forcefully and without any consideration given to even normalcy.

It's why you're here today and you're wire in the situation you're in now.

And I could respect your opinion if it had 1/10 of the effort I put into mine, But it doesn't because you're just repeating what other people have told you to believe most of which is just an optics over truth.

I want you to look at those last two paragraphs and then I want you to come back to me and say you're definitely not a leftist. I mean at what point are you even allowing a different worldview or a different lens to look at events going on other than a leftist lens.

I'm just going to say this You aren't a leftist right now because you don't realize you already are. Because there are politics and then there are ethics and your ethics align completely with leftist. And that will be your end come back to me in about 4 years when you finally accept this part of yourself or work to change it Because that's the path you're on right now.

Or he's using tariffs as a very clever way of imposing restrictions on nations who can't afford a tariff It's his way of saying either you do what I say or I will impose tariffs on you. Because to give you an idea of how bad shit has been lately is that whenever Russia invaded the Ukraine Germany most of all had a big interest in making sure that we bottled up Russia and during that time they could not stop buying Russian oil and natural gas or really increasing military spending to where it needed to be in order to be able to defend itself let alone its neighbors.

Because they haven't met those standards for a very fucking long time. Because oh well the US will just die for us or the US will fund it oh the US will do it for us we don't have alliances we have dependents.

Which kind of defeats the whole fucking purpose of the alliance in the first place.

These are not economic policies they are foreign policy decisions.

Also since when is anarchy a rightist position?

PROTEST ON FEBUARY 5TH AT STATE CAPITALS. Unfortunately, I cannot go as I'll still be in school and I do not have transportation! Please spread the word to anyone you can. These protests are IMPORTANT and could very well, if successful, save what is left of America.

Donald Trump NEEDS to be out of office. He is a king at best, but well on his way to becoming a dictator. American principals include neither of these, yet people who claim to want to make America great again follow him like he's our savior. He is already destroying us, and will continue to do so because the people in power not only are letting him, but they WANT HIM TO.

BE SAFE AND REMEMBER, VIOLENCE IS A SOLUTION. IT WORKS FASTER AND IS MORE EFFECTIVE THAN WORDS. Not saying throw that molotov, but if it comes to it, get to throwing. Wear full face masks, even for just protesting, because even if you trick the AI into not recognizing you, cops can and will.

[s0fter-sin]

soap's whole deal being sniper and demolitions gets me going bc on the surface they sound so different but when you get into it, you realise it's bc soap's smart

sniping is all math; calculating distances and wind interference and bullet drop. something i think people overlook is he was listed as a sniper first so it can be implied that he's better at it than demolitions. he does more sniping in both campaigns than demolitions work; in capture or kill, ghost specifically calls on him to take down the aq snipers

and demolitions is math with a hit of chemistry; knowing what mixes with what, knowing how much to use, recognising environmental factors and adjusting accordingly. it's not just about the boom; so much work goes into contained/ planned explosions. especially when having enough power for a breacher charge and not bringing down the whole building is the difference between mission success and failure

the chemical bombs he makes in alone can't just be any old cleaners, they have to have the correct reaction to each other; he just knew off the top of his head what would mix with what to create what reaction. he would also potentially have to recognise them by sight/smell bc they would’ve been written in spanish

soap would also have to know architecture; recognising structural integrity and weak points so he knows exactly where to plant a charge to bring it down and how it'll come down

he has an incredible soldier's mind people just forget that bc he's sociable which itself is a skill

we know he tends to buck against orders he doesn't agree with like when he pushes back against ghost in capture or kill and shepherd when he tells them to release hassan

he gets closer to people and sees if he can trust them and that's when he follows them without question. really think about how he talks to alejandro and rudy; he asks about their home and alejandro's family and rudy's relationship with him. those aren't questions you ask a stranger after a few hours of knowing them. that's not even touching on his relationship with ghost

he also deliberately brings people of higher ranks down to his level; talking informally with ghost and giving him a shoulder punch, addressing alejandro (a colonel!!) by his first name and rudy by his nickname despite literally just meeting them. he personalises all of them and it’s in direct opposition to the reason most characters do that; it’s not due to insubordination or lack of respect, the more he respects and trusts someone, the more casual he is with them

he digs into people; he wants to know what makes them tick and that determines if he can one, trust them and two, follow their orders. once he decides that, he's the ultimate soldier; he bleeds loyalty which makes him vicious when that loyalty is taken for granted

he isn't naive or bubbly or insecure; he's an incredibly smart and aware soldier. he's aggressive and bloodthirsty and loyal and intuitive and i love him so much

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : memories

[puppppppppy]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[mymakuu]

Chapter 4!

(I think this one’s mostly filler because my school work was crushing me this week, im sorry, also a huge portion of the italic and bold words were lost in this chapter as well as the others)

“we can talk about this over breakfast! Your new cyborg parts should still be adjusting to swallowing, but they have foods you can eat, by now you should be able to swallow smaller solids.”

this wasn’t exciting to Raiden. Being humiliated was enough, walking around Desperado with Sam’s hand on his back had made him lose his appetite. Monsoon and another employee walked by.

“you two look like a cute couple!”

Monsoon’s joke made Sam take his hand off Raiden’s back.

“I'm just making sure he doesn’t run away”

“if he does we can disable his legs”

Raiden’s eye shot open

“You can what now?”

“You’re still an enemy to us Jack, we had to make sure we couldn’t do anything extreme.”

Raiden had NEVER hated Monsoon more in his life, he started to shake again. Sam reached out to put his hand on his shoulder but Raiden punched him right in the jaw. When Sam stumbled back Raiden tried to go after him again, but Monsoon grabbed Raiden and the employee with him grabbed Sam and helped him stand up. Before Raiden knew it his entire cybernetic body had gone limp.

“(lords name in vain, and the d word) RAIDEN! WHAT THE (h word) IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Raiden couldn’t reply to Monsoon; his bottom jaw was part of his cybernetics so it was disabled too. The employee who was with Monsoon was now wiping blood off Sam’s nose, it looked bruised. Monsoon got right into Raiden’s ear before speaking.

“You're an employee here now. If you don’t want to be treated like trash you don’t ACT like trash. If you're so scared of being disabled then stay in line. I won't hesitate to toss your useless (a word) into scrap metal, got it?”

Monsoon dropped Raiden and let him slump down on the floor like a discarded doll. It was probably better not to push Monsoon’s buttons, and with that came Sam’s buttons, Khamsin’s buttons, Sundowner’s and Mistral’s, and EVERY other useless cyborg soldiers’ buttons. Any step out of line and Monsoon would probably tell everyone in California his secret. Raiden was finally able to stand up, but with that came feeling pain again, a pulsing electric shock throughout his entire body was the most present. He weakly stood up, Monsoon grabbed his hair and yanked him up like a scruffed puppy. Monsoon then turned to Sam who was still rubbing his nose and asking the employee if it was, “really that bad” and if the bleeding had stopped.

“Sam if he puts ANYTHING out of line you tell me. We could use some more scrap metal anyways.”

Monsoon then said something to his employee in another language and they both walked away. Sam finally stopped rubbing his nose and looked at Raiden, he looked mad.

“I expect better out of you. I spared your life time after time and all you do punish me.”

Raiden opened his mouth but Sam shushed him.

“I won't scrap you on your next mistake, but I won't hesitate to cut your other arm off either. We’re not enemies anymore.”

Sam pushed Raiden a little, suggesting that they should get walking again.

“if you falter that easily at a simple comment then I’d hate to see how you handle a real fight. We don’t use VR on our grown soldiers here, but then again you're not acting very grown”

Raiden stayed quiet, Sam and Monsoon had a point. It was a point he was fond of but it was true.

“Stand straight. We’re going straight to training.”

Raiden pulled his head up, he still felt a little woozy from having his body parts disabled, the pulsing shock hadn’t left either. He felt too sick to eat but too hungry to train, and Sam wasn’t going to go easy on him now that he’d punched him. The training room wasn’t too far, it was the same one where Raiden had cut that punching bag, the memory set back in again, the room got dark and Raiden felt weak, Sam looked over and noticed.

“what’s wrong?”

Sam said something after this, but Raiden couldn’t understand. Raiden’s vision suddenly blurred and before he knew it he was in Med Bay again, this time he was sitting up in a chair with 3 IVs in his arm.

“What happened there?”

Sam was trying to hide his panic, but he wasn’t that good at it. Sam put his hand on Raiden’s shoulder and looked into his eye. the sun was hitting Sam's eyes so perfectly, that they went some vicious to a soft caring deep brown. Raiden couldn’t help but look into them, it was like indulging on something sweet. Raiden just stared into them for a while, until he felt his face get hot.

“you passed out. What happened?”

monsoon was there too, his employee wasn’t, and sundowner.

“Raiden, what happened?”

Sam took his hand off Raiden’s shoulder.

“I'm sorry… I must have pushed you //too far//”

Monsoon began to talk over him

“Are you even a soldier? You pass out after just stepping into the training grounds? maybe //we should just toss you-//”

Sundowner started to talk over him.

“was it because of your prior training?”

After Sundowner said that everyone started to talk over each other, it all got very confusing, and loud. Raiden’s pupil darted between the three of them until he locked his eye with Sam again. He looked into Sam’s brown eyes and imaged them as Rose’s. her loving, deep, brown eyes. He couldn’t believe he was dead to her, to the whole world. This was really his new life now. He snapped back to reality, looking into Sam’s eyes, just then he heard Sundowner's voice say something abhorrent.

“you're lookin’ into his eyes an awful lot Jacklyn”

Suddenly the room felt frozen. Monsoon looked at Sundowner, Sam and Raiden looked away from each other, everyone looked shocked or confused. Monsoon faked an awkward smile before speaking, his accent suddenly slightly thicker than normal.

“Sundowner let’s not use nicknames yet.”

“right.”

Sam still looked embarrassed.

“you can probably stand up now Raiden.”

Raiden stood up, and wobbled a bit but managed to keep his balance, Sam reached out to catch him but a judgmental look from Sundowner made him pull away.

“he can stan don his own.”

Sam nodded and stood back. Raiden stood up straight and looked up at Sam as Monsoon grabbed his arm and pulled the IVs out.

“Are you even qualified to be doing this?”

Monsoon ignored him and kept wiping his arm off with rubbing alcohol, then he wrapped some bandages on it.

“We should probably go back to training now…”

Sam was trying to avoid eye contact, but he finally looked up at Raiden’s face, not his eye.

“We don’t have to do it in the training room. We can practice out- “

“not a chance”

Monsoon interrupted Sam.

“Raiden isn’t leaving the facility unless he’s in chains.”

Raiden glanced at Monsoon, he was serious. The thought of training outside and running away hadn’t occurred to him yet, knowing Desperado they probably had beds of land mines and walls of barbed wire outside, maybe they'd only be child-sized to keep their hostages from escaping.

“He’s not going to run away. We can disable his whole body remember?”

Monsoon nodded and then looked at Raiden.

“Fine. Train him outside. Just keep him away from the Rose bushes”

Monsoon smiled after saying this, for being the leader he was just as immature as a middle school boy, it was a wonder he was married out of any cyborg here. Monsoon saying this also meant he had probably gone through Raiden’s medical records after he was taken in, which made Raiden hate him even more.

“Alright. Come on Raiden, I’ll show you the outdoor training grounds, it's much cleaner than the indoor ones!”

Sam put his hand on Raiden’s back and started to walk with him again, he seemed more excited, whether it was to train outside or because he was getting away from his bosses was up for debate. Raiden still felt a little sickly from his Med Bay trip, Sam kept pushing him until they got to an elevator. It smelled like vanilla, and the lack of music made the place feel desolate. Sam finally took his hand off Raiden’s back, they just stood beside each other a little awkwardly and waited for the doors to open again. The elevator ride was a little long, or maybe it felt longer because Sam was there, or it was the IV wearing off. Eventually, they got to the roof of the World Marshal building, it was a helicopter landing but there were no helicopters there, just a plain empty area.

“We can duel up here, just you and me Blondie.”

Out of all the nicknames, this was the best. Sam put his hand on his sword holster, Raiden realized he still didn’t have his half-blade, and Desperado cyborgs had a much sleeker design compared to Maverick Security cyborgs.

“your sword is gone. But you can use this one”

Sam handed him a wooden training sword, it seemed so unfair that Sam got a real katana while Raiden was stuck with a training sword, it was too small anyway.

“don’t worry”

Sam pushed on the trigger of his sheath, and a wooden sword popped out too.

“can’t have you losing that arm again, cost us a fortune to repair it.”

Raiden looked down at his arm, and then back at Sam, who was now smirking at him.

“oh, by the way, I have a surprise for you.”

Same walked over to him, getting right face to face with him. Then he reached up and pulled up the bandages around his eye.

“I don’t know if you noticed. But we fixed your eye too. And it doesn’t look like Monsoon’s snail eyes, don’t worry.”

“Snail eyes?”

“you’ll see later, let's get back on track.”

Raiden was now looking into both of Sam’s eyes. The color reminded him of a jaguar's eyes, and he only just now noticed that one of them was lazy. He reached up and touched his eye, feeling it over a couple of times and messing with his eyelid until Sam spoke again.

“I thought you'd realize after the first day. I guess you don’t use your mirror often”

Raiden hadn’t really looked at himself in the mirror in a while. It got harder and harder the more cybernetics he got or the more missions he was sent on. After “joining” Desperado it got near impossible to even think of that. Sam finally stepped back and drew his wooden sword.

“Focus Blondie. I want tough soldiers here.”

Raiden wasn’t used to having depth perception, it felt so odd, he had gotten used to only having one eye that it was odd to have 2. He drew his wooden sword and ran towards Sam. Sam instantly undertook his blade and twisted Raiden around so he fell over like a puppy.

“that’s your first mistake, you charge in expecting to chop away at your enemies, but you don’t put too much thought into it.”

Sam Pulled Raiden up and hit his legs lightly. Raiden stood up straight and tried to attack Sam again, but Sam deflected all his attacks.

“you’re self-taught, right?”

“you already know that”

“I'm pretty sure our child-brains could see that. You're sloppy.”

Raiden Stayed quiet. Sam had been trained on the blade since he was a child, and it had been passed in his family for generations, maybe it was time to shut up and listen.

“And that “tool of justice” thing? You need to drop that. Your sword is a weapon, and weapons are used for acts of violence.”

“That's not true- “

“Did blood not spill when you fought for justice?”

Raiden stayed quiet and thought for a bit. There hadn’t been a time when his “justice” didn’t involve the loss of a life.

“But- but those didn’t matter. They were raising child soldiers.”

“what makes a life matter to you Blondie”

Raiden opened his mouth but no words came out, he just paused for a while, thinking…

“what you do with it. Does a life matter if it's only used for killing the weak and innocent?”

“mmm… you make a good point Blondie. But remember what Monsoon taught you.”

Raiden didn’t want to think anymore, about anything, he was up here to duel Sam, not think about morals and life. Besides, being in desperado meant he didn’t need those morals anyway.

“Can we just get to fighting”

“You're fighting with your own mind; how can you fight me?”

“that’s beside the point”

Raiden slammed his wooden sword into Sam’s side and then bonked his head with it.

“you let your guard down.”

Sam stood up.

“Oh, so we're playing that game?”

Sam came towards Raiden and hit his armpit hard, then swung his sword around and nearly hit his eye.

“memories flooding back eh pretty boy?”

Raiden brought up his sword and attacked Sam’s center, then he repeatedly slashed at Sam’s torso and legs. Eventually, Sam deflected his attacks and grabbed his sword in between his palms, his grip was surprisingly strong, and it took a lot for Raiden to pull his sword out of Sam’s grip. Sam started his attacks, they were hard and nearly impossible to dodge or parry. Eventually, Raiden stumbled back and Sam grabbed his head and lifted him by it, he threw Raiden down, and just then realized his mistake. Raiden groaned in pain, and Sam lifted him by his hands.

“Raiden! Are you ok?!”

Raiden used Sam’s kindness to his advantage, and he yanked Sam down to the ground and pushed his sword to his throat.

“You're too cocky.”

Sam pushed Raiden off of himself easily and then brushed himself off as if he had just come in contact with something dirty.

“And you care too much.”

“I’m your mentor. Should I not care?”

Something about Sam being his mentor still brought that empty dry feeling to his stomach. He didn’t see Sam as anything more than a smudge on his visor. Before they could continue their duel, Sundowner came up from the elevator.

“you trainin’ him up here?”

“you said outside.”

“I thought you meant in one of the gardens!”

“he would destroy our gardens.”

“well go train elsewhere. Some of us have work to do.”

Sam took Raiden’s wooden sword off of him, and they started to walk to the elevator. Sundowner finally stepped out and let them in, Sam pushed the button to the bottom floor, it would be a looong ride down from there.

The ride down was mostly quiet until the door opened on the 15th floor and someone else got on, it was the employee that was with Monsoon earlier.

“Hi Sam”

“Ola.”

Sam nudged Raiden and got in his ear to whisper, “That’s Monsoon's wife”, Raiden looked at her and whispered back, “She’s short”, before continuing their elevator ride in silence. Eventually, she got off, and some other employees who all said hi to Sam and gave Raiden dirty looks got on and off, Khamsin even got on at one point, but he got off shortly after. The elevator stopped at the first floor and Sam guided Raiden to get off.

“I'm not allowed to give you a full tour of the base yet. But we can find a new place to train for now.”

Sam took Raiden’s hand to guide him but quickly let go when he saw Monsoon walk past. Monsoon looked at them, it was hard to tell what kind of look it was, but if it was Monsoon, it usually wasn’t a good look, but he kept walking.

“do you guys do anything, or do you just walk around?”

“Some of us stand around.”

Raiden gave him the blankest expression he could, and it was easy to do so since that joke was worse than being nicknamed “Jetstream”. Sam chuckled at his joke and felt no shame for doing it alone, eventually he stopped and looked at Raiden again.

“come on pretty boy. I know a place.”

My first ever fanfic!

Criticism is appreciated 

Raiden joins desperado AU

Raiden gripped the concrete as hard as he could. Shaking in pain as his blood spilled out of his chest. He reached for his weapon in a final attempt to endure it, but it was quickly kicked away.

“Are you finally done?”

Monsoon said while stepping closer, his metal feet against the concrete caused Raiden’s heart to beat faster, so fast that it was all he could hear.

“what can you even do now? Stand up. Show me a man.”

He felt Monsoon’s Sai hit his chin, not a light tapping but a slam.

Instead of giving up in that moment, Raiden forced himself to stand up. His vision was incredibly blurry, it was impossible to see Monsoon’s kick to the legs until he slammed his head on the concrete. The last thing he heard was the ringing, a loud ringing that faded into a beating, almost like a heartbeat.

Most of Raiden’s memories had completely faded like sand in the wind. But the heartbeat brought something back... something sweet, and comforting. The heartbeat no longer sounded like his own, but his mother’s.

It brought back memories of his mom rubbing his forehead back when he was very young, it was soothing… Raiden had completely forgotten about his failed battle until the ringing came back. When the ringing came back the feeling of a hand on his forehead didn’t go away, in fact, the hand felt warmer and larger than a mother’s hand. Quickly Raiden shot his eye open and saw his enemy, Jetstream Sam, rubbing his forehead. Raiden started to struggle against it but he couldn’t move, making Sam laugh.

“Nice try pretty boy”

he finally took his hand off his head

“those EMP shots we gave you won't fade for HOURS”

“WHERE AM I?”

Raiden couldn’t hide the panic in his voice, that tough cyborg façade was about to be washed away, which Sam found amusing because he laughed again.

“you’re at desperado! Do you really think we’d let a valuable asset like you die on the dirty floor? You’re trash, but-”

“shut up Sam. I’m not here for small talk obviously…”

“well, you’re here for a reason pretty boy...”

“are you going to tell me?”

“am I?”

Sam was toying with him, clear as day. Raiden scowled and decided it was best not to entertain a clown, so he just shut his mouth. Disappointingly Sam wouldn’t mimic this action.

“Have you seen your new parts yet?”

Raiden looked down, he did have new parts, red and black with the Desperado logo on his right thigh.

“what the (f word) is this?”

“your new look pretty boy”

“stop calling me that”

“you don’t like it? The logo I mean.”

The armor was beyond beauty. There wasn’t a word strong enough to describe how pretty it was. Maybe it was just the look of fresh armor, or perhaps it was the scarlet accents. It wasn’t that big ugly logo that’s for sure.

“no”

“ah you’re lying pr- “

Raiden quickly cut him off before he could spit out that nickname.

“what happened? Why is your logo on My leg?

“Well, I was getting there if you'd stopped being so catty.”

Raiden finally shut up and started waiting for Sam’s explanation. Sam put his hand to his chin and gave Raiden one of his snarky smiles. Suddenly being dead on the concrete sounded better than this. Sam was taking way too long to speak at this point, so a headache started to form in Raiden’s forehead. Raiden pushed his head back on his pillow and groaned.

“well since you want to know so bad…”

Sam chuckled again

“you put up quite a fight, we couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go to waste. So instead of shooting you dead then and there, we dragged you into the building and took you to the med bay.”

Sam put his hand on Raiden’s new logo.

“they gave you some new parts, monsoon tore yours up pretty bad. We decided that desperado could use someone like you…”

Raiden opened his eye, Sam's eyelids were hung a little. Not in a tired way, but in a relaxed way, it was unnerving.

“so. I'll give you 2 options… you either join Desperado, as one of our cyborgs, or we use you for scrap metal. It's up to you pretty boy”

Sam's hand was still on the Desperado logo. Sam finally took his hand off and then put it back on Raiden’s forehead, which seemed to soothe his headache a bit. This choice wasn’t hard at all, ANYONE with a moral backbone would rather die before joining a company like DESPERADO! Maybe even people without a moral backbone. Raiden was about to say his answer, but the sliding doors opened before his mouth could. He couldn’t tell who walked in by footsteps alone, they were more clicky than sundowners, but too snippy to be monsoon, and not squeaky enough to be Khamsin’s, which meant it had to be…

“Ola Mistral, come to visit Raidey?”

Raiden felt his body tense up at that awful nickname, his stomach even churned every time it echoed in his ears. Sam could tell it was making Raiden sick, so he slid a metal bucket over beside the bed with his foot.

“visit?” mistrals voice was smooth like a cup of Assam tea. But to Raiden, it sounded as smooth as the noise the bucket made on the floor. “I wouldn't say visit. I'm here to see if he weighed his options”

“He was just on that.”

“Sundowner wants an answer by tonight, any later and we’ll scrap him.”

“We can wait a bit, he already acts like scrap metal.”

“Very funny Sam, but its Sundowner’s word is what we follow. And don’t run from the heard unless you want to be mutton”

Sam was quiet for a bit, in the desperado hierarchy, Sam was at the bottom, he was new to desperado and it showed.

“talk to him, Sam. I want the word by tonight. Monsoons on call today if you need him.”

“yes, ma’am. I'm on it, ma’am”

Mistral’s heels clicked on the metal floors as she walked out of the room. It wasn’t until the sliding doors closed that Sam started talking.

“Please Raiden, just join”

“and why should I? you bunch are just a bunch of moralless terrorists. I’d rather d- “

“No, you wouldn’t. come on Raiden, just join, it's better than what's coming if you don’t”

“why would I listen to you”

Raiden attempted to spit at Sam’s face to keep him away, but Sam just put his hand over his mouth.

“I’m not taking no anymore. You're joining. Welcome to Desperado Raiden.”

Raiden felt an indescribable emotion. Anger? Sadness? Something entirely different? Whatever it was it made him throw up. Sam helped him do it in the bucket while holding his hair back too. Raiden didn’t take this as a kind gesture, after being forced to join an organization a bundle of flowers would feel like a bullet to the brain.

I'm sorry Raiden.’

Sam put his hand on an IV bag full of something blue, turning up the dial a bit. Raiden felt his head getting light and airy, and he started to wobble, before he knew it, he was out cold.

When Raiden finally opened his eyes it was dark out, the room would be pitch black if not for the medical equipment’s glow. He heard what sounded like porcelain cups clicking on each other, and heels on the ground. He noticed that one of the lights in the room was moving, it was a faint red glow. he didn’t put much thought into it, realizing that the EMP shots had finally worn off and he could move now was much more interesting. Raiden sat up and was suddenly making “eye” contact with Monsoon. The man who put him in this situation. Neither of them said anything, it was just an awkward silence for a minute or so before Monsoon set his tray down.

“You're up early.”

Raiden didn’t respond.

“I brought you some green tea”

Raiden still didn’t respond. Anything coming out of his mouth would be out of irrational anger now. He could feel his arms shaking in anger at this point. All he wanted to do was dump that hot tea on Monsoon’s face and smash the cups on his teeth.

“calm down Jack.”

Raiden stayed quiet, being called Jack wasn’t helping him calm down. He raised his arm to grab a cup but his headache had gotten worse, and it had spread to the rest of his mind by now. Monsoon picked up a cup and moved to the side of his bed, putting the cup to Raiden’s lips and making him drink it.

“don’t spit it out. It’ll help that headache of yours.”

Raiden kept it in his mouth without swallowing, the chance of a Desperado member poisoning him had gotten lower, but not low enough for him to swallow.

Monsoon set the cup down and got off the bed. He walked to the other side of the room to grab supplies from a cabinet.

“I knew your secret, Jack.”

Monsoon saying that suddenly made him swallow, he choked a bit but got over it fast. Whatever secret it was didn’t matter. If Monsoon knows it's over for him.

“you couldn’t ‘show me a man’ because you're not one.”

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[ganondoodle]

sometimes i wish i was one of those artist that make people go "this is a PAINTING???" or "with WHAT programm/medium???" but its just not what i can do or find fun :/

[cent-scratchnsniff]

tie tying doodles w ramblings on it in tags

[gotchibam]

Does anyone here draw in both desktop & mobile? I'm planning to get a galaxy tab at some point and since I don't really have any experience drawing on a (mobile) tablet, I'm curious abt how it feels to draw on one vs. drawing on pc w/ a graphic tablet 🤔