#imma need that good energy to continue

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 9/20 Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: George Daniel, Matthew Healy, Adam Hann, Ross Macdonald, Carly Holt Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Hurt/Comfort, Past Drug Addiction, Fertility Issues Summary:

He couldn’t be in heat. He couldn’t remember what he even was supposed to do if he was in heat. But he couldn’t be. It had been nine years, all of the blood tests, all of the wait and seeing, all the hormone shots had yielded the same results. He didn’t have a heat cycle anymore, and he would never have one again. He had damaged his body beyond repair.

Except apparently not because he was dripping more slick than he had produced even as a horny teenager and his uterus was screaming at him that it wanted a baby and he just felt so nauseous and empty and-

[evature]

Seeing my friends all be like, theres someone i really like (romantically) in my life atm im so happy and i wanna share it w you!, WHICH IS SO SWEET BC I LOVE THAT THEY ARE EXPERIENCING LOVE BUt when is it my turn :(

[bapeach]

We're just friends, right?

This is my first time writing a story so I'm sorry if it's no good 😅. Let me know what you guys think! Find my masterlist here :) Pairing(s): Azzi Fudd x female!reader Word count: 2.3k+ Summary: Y/N is head over heels for her best friend Azzi and doesn't think Azzi likes her back. Turns out she's wrong. ------------

Y/N's POV: I chuckle, hearing Paige and KK mess around on Instagram live on the other side of the room. “Ayo, was that Y/N?” KK says, reading someone’s chat from where she’s sitting on the floor. “Guys, say hi!” Paige says before turning the camera to KK’s bed, where I’m laying between Azzi’s legs. I wave at chat with a grin, hearing Azzi say hi from behind me, where she’s braiding my hair. “Someone said y’all look cute.” KK says before looking over at us, scrunching her face in disgust before looking back at the chat. “Of course we do” I say with a smirk, leaning back a little to look at Azzi, sending her a wink. She laughs softly, shaking her head and pushing my head back to continue with my hair.

“Is Y/N single?” Paige reads out loud before looking at me with a mischievous grin. I'm going to kill her. Paige found out about my crush on Azzi not too long ago and has been teasing me relentlessly ever since. She has tried to convince me to just make my move already, saying that Azzi definitely likes me back but what if she’s wrong? What if Azzi doesn’t like me back and she starts feeling uncomfortable around me? No. I’m not telling her.

I just flip her off and roll my eyes without answering. “Where’s my girl, Nika?” I ask no one in particular. Nika also knows about my crush, but whereas Paige has been a little shit about it, Nika has been my rock. Always there to listen to my rants and support me in any way I need. “I think she said she was just gonna head to our dorm after practice.” Paige mutters. 

“Text her to come over, I can’t deal with you losers without her.” I say before hearing Azzi scoff behind me, as she pulls my hair a little. “What was that?” she says, raising her eyebrow at me. “Not you of course, I was talking about tweedle dee and tweedle dumb over there.” I quickly mutter, my voice growing louder at the end of my sentence. “That’s what I thought” Azzi says, sending me a little grin. I smile back before looking back at Paige and sticking my tongue out as I hear her cough something that sounds a lot like “whipped”.

It’s not long until Nika walks in, smirking while announcing she’s there to “save Y/N and Azzi from the idiots”. I smirk hearing Paige and KK whine about getting bullied. I feel Azzi tap my thigh, letting me know she’s done with my hair. I lean back, letting my head fall into her lap, smiling up at her. It’s ridiculous how beautiful she looks, even when she’s upside down. “Thanks Azz” I mumble, staring at her a little longer than any friend would. “Anytime” she says softly, trailing her finger down my face. I grin a little harder before remembering we’re not alone in the room. 

I get up, walking over to where Nika is sitting with Paige and KK and lean my head on her shoulder. I think if I stayed there, laying in Azzi’s lap a second longer, I would’ve confessed my undying love for her and that wouldn’t end well (Right? Right.). Nika looks at me with sympathy in her eyes, squeezing my leg before turning to the chat and reading a funny comment, trying to distract everyone from my sudden movement. Successfully avoiding looking at Azzi, I completely miss the small frown on her face as I left her side. I miss the small pout on her face as she misses my body heat instantly. Because why would she? We’re just friends (Right? Right.).

I try to keep my energy high but I can’t stop thinking about how much I wish Azzi were mine. How much I wish she wants me the same way I want her. I can’t stop thinking about how her lips would feel against mine. Were they as soft as they looked?

I get up, catching everyone’s attention. “I think imma head out, I’m getting tired.”. “Damn grandma, already?” KK jokes. I flick her ear before giving Paige’s head a tap and leaning out of the way so they can’t hit me back. I give Nika a quick hug and a kiss on the temple before walking over to Azzi. I give her a hug and try not to think about how she smells like home. I kiss her temple, holding my lips against her head a little longer than necessary before pulling back and walking to the door. “Bye losers, bye Niks, bye Azzibaby!” I say, earning a middle finger from KK and Paige while getting a grin and a wave from Nika and a soft smile from Azzi.

Once I reach mine and Nika’s dorm, I make a beeline for my bed, flopping down with a sigh. “C’mon, keep it together you idiot.” I grumble to myself, slapping my hands to my face. Not having KK’s live open on my phone, I don’t even realize that Azzi is barely reacting to the live since I’ve left. 

3rd person:

Azzi barely even hears whatever Paige and KK are arguing about. She barely hears Nika as she’s trying to get both girls to stop fighting. The only thing going through her mind right now is Y/N. Y/N with that annoyingly adorable smirk. Y/N that always makes her laugh, even when she feels like the world is closing in on her. Y/N who always knows what to say and is there for everyone, even when they don’t deserve it. Before she realizes what she’s doing, she’s getting up, making the other girls halt their conversation. “I uh, imma head out too” she says, already thinking about going straight to Y/N’s room. 

After saying her goodbye’s, Azzi walks right over to Y/N’s dorm. Before she knows it, she’s standing in front of the door, knocking and realizing she doesn’t even know what she’s gonna say. She doesn’t get the time to regret her actions though, as Y/N opens the door almost immediately. Azzi’s heart stops for a minute. Of course she’s seen Y/N in just sweats and a sports bra plenty of times before, but Y/N still manages to make her feel breathless every time. 

Y/N's POV:

“Hey… are you okay?” I say with a small frown, seeing Azzi stand in front of my door looking at me with a blank face. “Yeah no yeah, I just-... can we talk?” Azzi stumbles over her words, making me frown a little harder, not being used to her being so nervous. “Of course, come in…” I say softly, stepping aside to let her in. How? How does she look so gorgeous all the time? Even now, being a stumbling nervous mess, it’s like she’s art come to life.

I stare at her a second too long before coughing awkwardly and leading the way to my room. I watch as she sits down and fidgets with her hands. Quickly walking over, I sit next to her and grab her hand, softly squeezing it. I try to shake off the thoughts about how soft her hands feel and how perfect they fit in mine. I need to focus. I look down into her eyes, waiting for her to say whatever she needs to say. I can feel my heart pound a little harder. What if she knows? What if she knows I like her and hates me?

“You know how sometimes we jokingly flirt and how fans ship us?” she started, looking right back at me. I freeze for a second. “I- what?” I mutter. She knows. She knows. FUCK SHE KNOWS. This is bad. This is so bad.

“Do you think it’s weird? How they always make edits of us and stuff? I mean, they don’t understand that the flirting is just a joke… right?” she looks away for a second before looking back at me.

A joke. A joke. A joke. God I knew the flirting wasn’t real so why does it still hurt so much to hear her say that? I clench my jaw, “Right…”. I look away, I can’t bear to look her in the eyes, knowing she’ll see right through me. She knows me well enough to know what I’m thinking by just one glance. If I look at her now, she’ll see the pain in my eyes and that can’t happen. Because she doesn’t like me (Right.). I take my hand out of hers and scratch my neck. I can’t stand touching her right now. 

“Y/N? Look at me.” I hear Azzi say but I can’t. I can’t. I can’t, okay? NO! Stop! She’s your best friend Y/N, you knew this would happen from the start. LOOK AT HER! I look at her, forcing a smile on my face. Don’t let her know this is hurting you, she doesn’t deserve that.

She frowns, looking at me with a look in her eyes. A look I can’t decipher. “You’re upset with me… aren’t you?” she mumbles, her lips forming a small pout. “No, of course not, why would I be upset with you Azzi? We’re just friends, nothing more.” I say, gritting my teeth, trying not to break my jaw with how hard I'm clenching it. But I messed up. I know it. And so does she. 

Azzi’s eyes show that she’s hurt before the words are even properly out of my mouth. I said her name. I said her name, not Azz, not Azzibaby, not princess or one of the 50 other nicknames I have for her. I said her name and now she knows for certain that I’m upset. And god I wish I could take it all back because seeing her look up at me with that look in her eyes. The look I caused? That hurts more than knowing she’ll never like me back. Because at the end of the day, she’s my best friend and I NEVER want to cause her pain. 

3rd person:

Azzi’s heart ached but Y/N being upset must mean something right? A normal friend wouldn’t be upset over being called a friend. A normal friend wouldn’t look at her the way Y/N does. Normal friends wouldn’t cuddle, laying face to face, talking about their hopes and dreams, the same soft way they do. So that MUST mean Y/N likes her back, right…?

“You’re lying” Azzi said, trying to catch Y/N’s eye again as the girl tries to look anywhere but at her. Y/N gets up, needing some distance between her and Azzi before she blurts out everything she’s been dying to tell her. “It’s getting late, we’ll talk later okay?” she says, looking at the ground while crossing her arms, trying to find some comfort in her own arms, knowing she’d rather have Azzi’s around her. Azzi stands up too, her frustrations rising. Frustrations at Y/N for not just confessing but also frustrations at herself, for not having had enough courage to just do it herself.

Y/N's POV:

“No.” Azzi declares. I look back up, feeling a little surprised at her bluntness. “No, you’re going to tell me the truth.” she says sternly, stepping closer to me. “What truth?” I squint at her. Don’t say anything! She doesn’t like you back (Right? Right.). Not letting off, Azzi stepped closer, “Don’t act dumb. Tell me the truth. Tell me how you feel about me.”. “Tell the truth? How about YOU tell ME the truth.” I say, stepping closer, my body tense. Please. Please. I’m begging. Let this mean what I think it does.

“You already know the truth.” Azzi says, looking right back at me, stepping even closer until we’re so close I can feel her body heat radiating off of her. “Do I?” I challenge her, refusing to let myself believe that maybe Azzi Fudd, the people’s princess, likes me back.

Growing tired Azzi steps forward, taking a deep breathe before softly saying, “If I were to tell you I liked you… what would you do?”. I freeze for a moment, not believing my ears. When I look her in the eyes I see the same soft look she seems to always have reserved just for me. I soften, my shoulder sagging down as I look at her with some sort of desperation in my eyes. I need her to be telling me the truth, i couldn't handle it if she didn't mean it. "Azzi please" I beg quietly. I'm not even sure what I'm begging for but she does, because she knows me better than anyone.

She takes one final step closer to me, grabbing my hand with a smile that could light up the world. “I like you… so much, it’s actually pretty insane” she starts, chuckling towards the end of her sentence. I scan her face for a second before grabbing her face in both hands and leaning in slightly, giving her the chance to still pull away. 

Azzi’s heart flutters from how gentle Y/N is with her. Leaning in the rest of the way, Azzi kisses me with a small smile on her face. I kiss her. I kiss her and it's like the world stops. I can't believe it, I'm kissing the girl of my dreams. The girl that is the kindest, sweetest soul. The people's princess. My best friend. My Azzi.

We pull away after a few seconds but I don’t let her get very far, face still cupped between my hands. She smiles her million dollar smile and teases, “So… this means you like me back right?”. I roll my eyes but I can’t seem to hold back the smile that’s growing on my face. “Shuddup” I mumble, pulling her back in. She likes me back? (Right.)

[celtyshiftingrealitiddies]

AWAKE SHIFTING TIPS +

SHIFTING METHOD: FOCUS METHOD

Type: awake (similar to meditation;begginer friendly)

Hiii so one of my friends in a server asked for tips on awake shifting which inspired this post. I'm gonna give up guys some tips for beforehand to really get u in a good state to shift via this meathod bc if u jump right in and aren't usually the meditation type it might be more difficult but imma explain all the meditation stuff like a for dummies book and make it easy for yall (yay!).

Pre-attempt: So firstly to make it easier for you to start the meathod you can do some breathing techniques, you can look up some on YouTube if you'd like but I'll also recommend one of my favs. So this breathing technique is simple actually all you gotta do is breathe into your chest and let the oxygen flow to your head (hold ur breathe and focus on feeling the oxygen move to your head). Do this for a while till you like feel serene/at peace/relaxed or till you forget what you were doing bc u were to focused on breathing whichever comes first shouldn't take to long dw you'll be suprised.

Secondly you can use a hand mudra imma put a chart down below i made btw. The purpose of this is bc for the meathod your gonna want to hone in and hand mudras are kinda like the difference between using a marker and a fine point pen. if your gut is wanting to do something specific with your hands on its own listen to it, if not use one of these or whatever u come up with as long as you stay away from ones that are kinda rounded, and ones with ur hands separated. I've found that when I try and reality shift a sharper mudra with both hands will really sharpen your energy/intent.

MEATHOD TIME YAY

So if your using a mudra (Not nessasary) have it picked out beforehand to use.

The Focus method (How I Usually Shift)

So your gonna get in a comfortable or safe space where you can be fully relaxed and just focus on shifting. This method can be done laying down, sitting, standing whatever.

Imma give you guys 2 versions use whichever works for you.

Version 1: Pick out your dr first, now you have your intention set for what your doing with this method. Now your gonna focus, not about anything in particular simply focusing. When you start to feel like pulses/brainwave type sensations you'll know you've achieved the type of focus needed. Keep maintaining your focus at some point you'll probably notice your surrounding/the world around you fading/changing, it's working don't shift your focus to that tho keep maintaining the focus until you feel yourself coming back to your body. Your dr body on your own.

Version 2: alright version 2 has slightly different begining steps. After you've picked out you dr your going to imagine it/things about it until you can lock in on its essence. This can come from the most stupid random small things, you might feel like it needs to be something that encapsulates the whole dr but nah just keep thinking about your dr until you hit that one thing that bridges you to it in that moment.this is a feeling you'll be able to tell what I mean because the thing will bring you the essence of your dr. Now once you've locked onto the essence you can start your shifting attempt. (You don't need to continuously feel that essence thing btw you just need to have locked onto the energy for your shift bc the next part will bring you there). From here you'll focus, (again not on particulars) simply focusing on focusing. Keep focusing until your world, cr, any world; it fades away. Don't divert your focus when you feel your surroundings shifting and changing, keep maintaining your focus until you drift back to being present in your body once more. Your dr body; when you emerge.

Merry shifting~

The game :P

[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 2)

Part 1 (also your responses?? I’m!!!!!so happy!!!! nvm i changed my mind imma continue this) next: Part 3

The Hawkins police station is almost empty as Wayne marches inside. At the front desk, Flo looks up with any lack of surprise.

“Your nephew isn’t in the jail cell, Wayne.” She says in her way of greeting. With the several times of bailing Eddie out of here from his mishaps, she’s practically his next-door neighbour.

“I need to speak to Hopper.” Wayne says hoarsely. After an hour of calling Eddie’s name and walking around the area in the woods, he had drove straight to the station.

Flo blinks, her gaze searching him from head to toe. “How urgent is it to see the Chief? He’s out with Powell and Cahallan for the search.”

“Family emergency-urgent.”

Flo makes him sit down at the chairs as she radioes Hopper. Waiting patiently is usually his strong suit, but Wayne’s leg bounces lightly for the first time in his life. It might have to do with this rushing river of energy that’s keeping him more awake and alert than his coffee.

He knows that he’s gonna pass out soon when the hours catch up to him, but to hell with it. He’s not having any good sleep until Eddie comes home.

The sound of doors opening perks Wayne’s attention up. Chief Jim Hopper approaches him with a nod. “Wayne. What’s the issue here?” Direct as always. Wayne has a little good faith in the chief for that reason.

“Jim.” He stands up. “It’s about my boy Eddie-” he tries not to notice on how Hopper’s shoulders seem to deflate and how his expression hardens to irritation. “-he’s gone missing.”

“You don’t mean run off?”

“Strong word to use when I found his van crashed with blood on the wheel and my nephew nowhere in sight.”

That catches Hopper’s full attention. “Show me.”

Wayne drives back to Eddie’s van, Hopper’s police car right behind him. Predictably, the van remains as it is when Wayne had left it. He watches as the chief and two officers closely inspect the vehicle, inside and out, making comments.

“Keys still in the ignition. Engine’s juiced out.”

“Definitely a bloodstain on that wheel. Nothing else on the seats or dashboard though.”

“How fast was this kid driving?” “It’s Eddie Munson.” “Statement withdrawn.”

“Front’s not completely crumbled than I imagined.”

Wayne doesn’t tell them how loud they’re talking. Keeps his hands gripped tightly around his forearms. He knows police work is a long process, but he does want them to look up at him with an Eureka! and say, “We know where your nephew is.”

Wishful thinking is something new to him too.

“There’s blood on the headlights.”

“What?” Hopper walks over to officer Cahallan squatting at the front. Wayne does the same because he never saw any blood there. Only laser-focused on the wheel.

He still doesn’t see any until Cahallan points them out. Along the damaged hood and headlights are speckles of blood so dark it’s black.

A chill runs down Wayne spine. His first thought is that Eddie hit a deer. Those bastards know nothing about safe road crossing. But… that doesn’t make sense. If it’s a deer, then it could’ve been lying on the road or nearby where he could see it.

“The hell?” Hopper mutters, wiping a hand over his face. He stands up and faces Wayne, leading him away from the van.

“Well?” Wayne asks because he doesn’t want to ask the real question yet.

Hopper sighs. “I’m not entirely sure, Wayne. But with the scene here, I feel like Eddie just ran off, hid somewhere, and probably on his way home.”

“He didn’t come home last night, Chief.”

“Did you check other places where you know he likes to be? Like the high school?”

“No,” Wayne shakes his head, “I was on my way there but I saw the van- Jim, you know it doesn’t look-”

“It could be a hit and run.”

They both whip their heads towards Powell’s voice. He’s standing next to the half-open driver’s door, holding a small white bag with his fingers.

“I mean, van damaged at the front with dry blood on it? The tire marks on the road? Missing driver? This bag of pot I found in the back?” He sniffs, making a face. “It’s a hit and run, Mr. Munson. Textbook. And there’s no body because your nephew might’ve dragged the poor bastard out into the woods somewhere.”

The woods become so quiet that Wayne could probably hear the birds over at the Appalachians. He tries to imagine it. But he can’t because he knows Eddie is too kind, too gentle, too scared to even think of harming another person. Even it’s something by accident, Eddie would just run.

Eddie wouldn’t even do this.

Before he thinks twice, Wayne walks back to his car and restarts the engine.

“Wait, hold on! Wayne!” Hopper grabs the frame of the open car window. “Wayne, I have to take your statement at the station. We’ll still help look for Eddie, alright?”

Wayne glares at him. Without a word, he reverses his truck back to the road and drives off.

He silently prays that Eddie is at the high school so he can ground the boy for the rest of his life.

—

Jim watches Wayne Munson’s truck driving off before he turns around and stares a hot-metal glare at Powell. Cahallan has been muttering curses and pinching the bridge of his nose ever since Powell explained his hit and run theory.

“You,” he growls, making the officer shrink down, “are a fucking idiot. Who the hell gave you the right to sprout that bullshit in right of Wayne Munson?”

“I- well, I just thought-”

“Can I radio Morgan to tow the van?” Cahallan asks, sending his own glare at his coworker.

Jim nods, not moving his glare. “After we find Will Byers and Eddie Munson, you’re fired, Powell.”

—

Small hands are shaking Eddie by the shoulder as he slowly wakes up. He absentmindedly slaps them away as he gets up. “Yeah, yeah, Wayne, I’m up.”

But instead of his bedroom, he blinks his eyes open to a natural hollow of overgrown roots with a nightly blue light, weird floating snowflakes, and Will Byers’ face.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake!” Little Byers the Vanished smiles, relief clear on his face.

Eddie greets him with, “What the fuck.”

Little Byers blinks at him owlishly and shakes his head. He tugged on Eddie’s arm. “We gotta run. The demogorgon might come back to find us.”

“What the fuck.”

“The demogorgon? That’s what I call the monster. You know, from Dungeons-”

“What the fuck.”

Little Byers stops tugging and stares at him. Eddie’s never seen a twelve year look so judgemental of him. “You swear more than my dad.” The kid says in a tone that reminds him of Wayne and, shit, does that make him hurry to his feet.

He lets Little Byers grab his mostly uninjured hand and damn, the kid has some arm strength. Eddie lets him to do that because his legs feel a bit numb and he’s shaking badly as he gawks around the surroundings.

This is still the woods in Hawkins, he knows that. But at the same time, it’s not. He can’t stop staring at the snowflakes and vines, tripping over a few.

Fuck, he wants to go home and hug Wayne and never walk into the woods ever again.

“Hey, uh, where are we going?” It’s hard to ask when his teeth are chattering for some reason. Even though it’s November, the weather is warm enough to allow a light sweater and jacket. But here, whatever and wherever here is, it’s so cold that it easily seeps through his flannel and denim vest and below his entire skin.

“My house!” Little Byers says as they come across the road. There are more vines everywhere on the asphalt. And why the hell is everything so blue? “I’ve been trying to talk to my mom and I know she can hear me, but we-”

“Yeah, nope.” Eddie tries to yank his hand out but this kid has a strong grip. “I need to go to my place.”

Little Byers stops and looks at him. “Why?”

“Why? Well, Little Byers,” he runs his other hand through his hair, getting out some dead leaves and the snowflakes, “because I just got dragged into this weird place in the middle of the night after crashing my van and my uncle is coming back from his shift by now, so it would be a relief if I could just go home so he doesn’t freak out!” His voice pitches higher by the end of the sentence.

The boy stares at him with wide eyes. He looks over his shoulder for a moment - presumably to the direction of his house - and back at Eddie.

“Not saying that you should go with me! I mean, you said about trying to get to your mom, right? Like, maybe go to your house and I’ll go to mine and…” Eddie trails off when Little Byer’s expression changes to that judgemental look again. It makes Eddie’s insides shrivel up in shame because he’s finally registering too late the words coming out of his mouth and wow.

Solid plan, Munson. Just leave the missing kid you just found all by himself in this weird Hawkins nightscape and run off alone while a monster is running around wanting to kill you.

“Actually, you know what? I’ll just take you with me! Yeah, solid plan. Watcha think?”

Little Byers breaks into a smile, nodding vigorously. “Yes, that sounds good! We can try contacting your uncle too!”

Oh thank god I didn’t actually leave this kid behind like a fucking idiot. Eddie tugs the boy along by the hand this time to where the trailer park is. He hopes.

Because he gets lost again, he’s probably just going to curl up into a ball and cry like he should’ve done minutes ago.

— —

Taglist: @unclewaynemunson @steves-strapcollection @hellion-child @sidekick-hero @mmmmwaffles94 @demolitionjetstar @hbyrde36 @princessstevemunson @sirsnacksalot

[kayslibrary]

George Weasley Subbie NSFW headcanons >;)

A/N~ hello! As promised previously, I would make NSFW headcanons for Mr weasel. Now when it comes to headcanons, I might turn them into full blown stories if I run out of material to start with. I write smut for my friends with no problem but as SOON as I want to sit down and write it for anything else, it’s writer's block and problems. One of my other posts was gonna be a smutty one but when I read through it, I cringed and deleted it. So this is a treat for you and me. ENJOY GREMLINS >:)

WARNINGS~ smutty behaviors, talks of p in v, subby boy georgie kins ;), cursing the whole shebang. 

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~Let’s get the basics. George RADIATES switch energy all the way. One minute he would be on top absolutely railing you, then the next you could be on top riding him and controlling when he gets to cum “please..please..Y/N let me cum i’ll be your good boy” he would whine.  

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~dare I say a Vibrator strapped to his dick, buzzing as you sit back and play with yourself. I can already hear the little moans and whimpers that would come out of him as he watches you play with your cunt. “Let me make you feel good Y/N…let me fuck you until you can’t walk” he would say bucking into the toy and just as he’s about to let go you stop the toy making him squirm and groan in frustration. 

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~now let's say you were riding him..but the pace was PAINFULLY slow. “Stop going slow please..please fuck me ‘m so hard” George would moan as you stop completely, earning a fustrated cry from his lips. 

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~finally when you let him cum, he’d most likely let out the loudest whorish cry. “Fuck..fuck..mm” he would breathe out as long ropes of cum spurt either on his stomach or inside you. Your choice >;). 

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~I feel like he’d totally be into overstimulation. You continuing long after he came would make him go crazy “fuck..Y/N i’m so sensitive please, please, please” he would beg as you went faster than before making him shoot blanks with a cry.

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~ aftercare with George would be awesome in my opinion because he's a softie, you might be a softie. It’s a win-win, you know? Scented candles, a nice bubble bath and lots of water, food and cuddling. I think Imma needs some of that good lovin LOLLL.

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A/N~that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be. I’m in love with how this turned out and I might turn these head canons into a full blown one shot. UGHHH sub George has my heart, and my kitty…. THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT. He’s too sexy for his own good. Hope you enjoyed your treat for 500 likes my doodles and little loves!! Have a good day, Night etc etc Love ya!

[yoonyeon0]

Hewo! I love your Hcs and writings and I have been following your account for a while, and just wanted to request some Hc's about Nicolas and a extroverted/Sassy S/o!

😭 I like to Hc Nicolas as a Diva by himself but I would like to see how it would be if he had a S/o that could match his freak (and maybe, just maybe, see how/if he would tell them about all of the "Identity theft" stuff)

No pressure tho, I love your works and i will read every single one of them even if you don't do this request! <3

thank you anon for all of the kind words 😭 you guys are just so sweet omg ❤️

ended up not liking my new format so imma stick to my roots

NICOLAS LE BANNER WITH A SASSY! S/O

ྐ❤︎. - being with nicolas would be hard for the normal person, always being energetic and sometimes (all the time) being the star of the show might not be the taste of most people but it is for the two of you.

ྐ❤︎. - nicolas is a very attractive and confident young man and all he needs is someone that can match his energy instead of putting restrictions on him all the time and you do just that!

ྐ❤︎. - you are definitely a fighter or have some type of experience in fighting because how else can you be cocky and right?

“oh you bitch! you’ve done it now..”

the girl who was continuously talking shit about you online was now staggering towards you, probably still feeling drowsy from the punch you gave her. her steps got faster and faster before she started running towards you, simultaneously pulling out a knife.

shank!

you chuckled lightly as the knife the girl was running with was now stuck inside of her

shoulder . you saw the way her eyes widened as she realized what happened making you visibly smile. you leaned into her face, forcing her to look you in the eye before speaking,

“next time, I’ll kill you.”

you pulled the knife out in a smooth and quick motion, letting the female fall to ground screaming before you. you threw the knife in front of her, forcing her to stare at it. you had done what you needed to and you were making your departure before a voice came from the shadows in front of you.

“woah! bravo! excellentement fait!”

the blonde man came out in front of you, slowly clapping as if he was proud of what you had done.

you looked him up and down before letting out breathy chuckles.

“and who are you supposed to be? a spectator? yknow what, i don’t even wanna know, just don’t tell anyone about what you saw.”

the man put a eyebrow up before pouting.

“that isn’t such a nice way to greet someone! i just happened to come across this beautiful fight! stabbing that woman with the same weapon she intended to hurt you with was just splendid!”

“you know, you talk to damn much.”

“but so do you?”

you rolled your eyes before going past him, bumping your shoulder into his.

“oh your leaving already? but there’s so many things i wanted to say to you!” the man turned around to see your figure walking away

you put up your hand and slowly put down all of your fingers until the middle one was the only one remaining.

ྐ❤︎. - and that marks the day he falls in love with you

ྐ❤︎. - lowkey starts to search the whole place for you after you leave and once finds you, he ain’t letting you go

ྐ❤︎. - you two are a match made in heaven. you match his freak so well and i mean that in every aspect.

ྐ❤︎. - you match each others freak so well that when you guys are together people (literally the whole entirety of purgatory) dread it. like you guys are most definitely chaotic together 😭

ྐ❤︎. - trailing off of that, everyone at purgatory probably knows your full name and age 😅 nicolas just YAPS about you to everyone near him

“and have you seen [name] fight? they fight like a-“

“a goddess. you’ve said that three times already and im sick of it.”

“oh come on fei, just let me tell you a little more about them!”

“no.”

“tu es juste jaloux parce que mon partenaire est tellement incroyable.”

“don’t switch over to french now nicolas.”

ྐ❤︎. - nicolas is probably a good boyfriend. key word: probably

ྐ❤︎. - YES you will be doing skincare with him, YES you will be making couple tiktoks, YES he will be following you everywhere, and YES he will fight anyone who badmouths you

ྐ❤︎. - lowkey I feel like nicolas would NAWT care about your personal feelings. he is just like that unfortunately but i feel like if he really warms up to you he will start to care more and more

ྐ❤︎. - you have to be able to listen to nicolas’s rants or he’ll be hurt (you never do, you ain’t gat time for all that)

ྐ❤︎. - if you are as sassy as nicolas, he will be talking shit about other fighters with you and you have to agree with him (you would either way)

ྐ❤︎. - if you aren’t sassy nicolas will be less fond of you in all honesty. he wants someone DIFFERENT like him 😪

ྐ❤︎. - now if you give nicolas in question some of your sass he will definitely be returning that with more efficiency because he lives for the drama and he also won’t allow that disrespect towards him

ྐ❤︎. - now, the big question; would nicolas tell you about his identity theft?

ྐ❤︎. - yes and no. he would definitely mention it by telling you that he wants to introduce you to his best friend before talking again, supposedly being the best friend but he would never come out and say “yeah I took someone’s identity”

ྐ❤︎. - honestly, I feel like nicolas doesn’t see him taking the real nicolas’s identity as identity theft. instead, he sees it as both him and the real nicolas being one in the same so lots of personality disorder over there.

ྐ❤︎. - besides all of that, the biggest downsides of both of you being sassy is that arguments last and for a LONG time

ྐ❤︎. - eventually nicolas will apologize since he doesn’t wanna lose you because your the first fun partner he’s had.

ྐ❤︎. - nicolas has attachment issues. argue with the wall 🙁

ྐ❤︎. - nicolas is a handful sure, but you are too so it’s a match made in heaven!

this one is on the shorter side - super sorry about that! also kinda cringy, i haven’t wrote in a WHILE

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

[staytinyville]

San

PLEASE REFER TO MASTERLIST TO GET FULL TAROT READING EXPERIENCE

↣ Summary: While on a retreat of self-discovery you meet a very human like cat who enjoys a good boob or two.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Choi San x fem!Reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: cat god!San, lonely!reader, 

↣ Word Count: 1.7k

↣ Warnings: San is a pervert, he’s been alone for too long with the other boys he’s tired

↣ A/N: Imma be honest, this was gonna be smut, but then I changed it to where I had two smuts in each group and I already liked Hongjoong’s and Wooyoung’s smut too much to take one of theirs. It was also easier to just not write smut for San. 

THE HERMIT

Soul-Searching, Introspect, Being Alone, Inner Guidance

While The Hermit card can be seen as a lonely card, it is meant to tell you that you are finding out things you need to learn on your own. Outside forces are not meant to interfere to change your mind. It’s just you and your own head, gathering together in order to regain the energy you might have lost. 

This card tells you that it’s best to find the guidance you need within yourself. It’s meant to show that you have a new direction to go in.

You have to find where you stand with life. Find the place that calls to you without the hustle and bustle of other things. This card tells you that it’s time to recollect yourself before moving forward. Clear your head and continue on.

IX THE HERMIT 

There was a time when you enjoyed life in the city. The life you had working at your job that seemed to bring in money you need to live. But at some point it got repetitive. It became hard to wake up and get in your car to reach the place you needed to get to. You were experiencing burn out, and it was leaving you in a funk. You needed to go out alone and away from the life that had you in a constant loop. 

So you found yourself booking a week-long trip out in the mountains–alone–in a cabin that overlooked a cliff. It was calming to be able to enjoy your tea and listen to nature sing in your ears. One would probably go crazy from seeing nothing for a week, but for you, it was what brought you out of your depression. 

You needed the time alone and away from technology. Away from the hectic life you grew to hate. You knew it would all be the same the moment you went back, but for now you wanted to be alone with your thoughts without hearing about the printer shutting down. 

The first two days were tranquil. Waking up to the sounds of birds chirping at the window and going to sleep with crickets playing a symphony on the balcony. You had brought some tea and groceries along that would help to boost your mental health. 

In fact, you were currently enjoying some flavored tea with honey covered fruits that taste great on your tongue. The air was fresh enough to enjoy fuzzy socks and a cardigan out on the terrace that overlooked a cliff. The drop-down was steep and more than likely would injure someone if they were pushed over the railing. But lucky for you, you were the only one in the cabin. At least until a fuzzy black ball of fur peaked its head over the porch. 

Your eyebrows rose at the sight of a cat jumping over the ledge and onto the porch, cautiously making its way towards you. You looked around for a moment before smiling down at the cat. 

“Hello, Kitty Cat.” You smiled, holding your hand out. You looked at the bowl of fruits, picking up a strawberry before holding it out. “Here you go.” 

The cat sniffed at your hand before softly taking the food between its sharp teeth. You smiled, keeping your hand out for it to rub against. As it sniffed your hand once more, it shoved its head into your hand, purring loudly from the pats. 

It grew closer to you, jumping into your lap, causing you to gasp. But you smiled as it rubbed against your chin. “Oh, aren't you affectionate?” You laughed, rubbing a hand along its body and down his fluffy tail.

He sat on his back legs, looking up at you as his front paws were suddenly placed on your chest. He laid down against your body, moving his hands as he made biscuits on the mounds of your chest. You giggled stiffly, moving to take a hold of his paws.

“A bit of a pervert, though.” You laughed.

The cat stared you down, making you tilt your head. You squint your eyes, watching as he too seemed to do the same. “You seem a bit too human.” You told him. 

Sighing, you looked up to the sky. “Universe I know I came out here to find myself because I needed time off, but if you sent me this cat—it totally defeats the purpose.” You looked back down at him, watching as he blinked owlishly at you. “But they do say cats take away the negative! I'll keep you, pervy.”

The rest of the day was spent occupying your time with the hobbies you enjoyed before burning out, the cat purring at your side as it tried to keep all your attention on him. He was persistent and you tend to follow along with his every whim. 

When you had your dinner, he sat directly in front of you, blinking slowly each time you would take a bite of your food. He wouldn’t stop glaring until you gave him some of your chicken. He followed you into the bathroom when you were getting ready for bed. However, when all you did was brush your teeth, the cat seemed to have gotten tired and retreated to the bed. 

By the time you realized it, he was already waiting for you on one of the pillows. Pouting at his resting figure, you still made your way into bed and began to dream of 8 gods that danced together in harmony.  

As the birds chirped outside the window, you groaned softly from how comfortable the bed seemed to be that night. You buried your head deeper into the body that was hugging you close. Your lips brushed against something warm and soft, which seemed to gather a grown from whomever it belonged to. 

This caused you to immediately snap your eyes open.

“Ah!” Your throat was sure to hurt from how much power you had put in that scream. 

The man who had been laying with you seemed to have flinched and grunted as he pushed himself off the bed and down to the floor. You seemed to have pushed back from him as well, falling on the other side. You grabbed a slipper that was on the floor before jumping up to try and ready to start pounding away at him.

However, when he didn’t seem to get up from the floor, you slowly made your way over the bed and to the edge. All you got was the fluffy black cat staring at you patiently. You quickly pulled yourself closer, pulling up the bed skirt to check under the bed just in case. 

“Where—Where did that man go?” You asked, wide-eyed. 

As you looked back at the cat, you began to feel something build in your chest. The dream you had last night about the gods seemed to be brought to the forefront of your mind. Without so much as another thought, you picked up the cat and walked back towards the patio. 

“Stay.” You glared, dropping the cat off on the porch. “No, no!” You rushed back inside, but he seemed to be stuck between your legs. 

“I'll be right back.” You pushed him back out the door with your foot. “Ah! Will you stop!?” You yelled as it seemed to find a way through the door.  

As you paused, he too stopped in his tracks and waited for you to say something else. So you picked him up from his sides, shuffling towards the living room and placing him down on the carpet in the middle

“If you can hear me–and I know you can–you better give me answers or I will leave you in the woods.” You told him. He only blinked up at you. “No, then, go on. Magic shift—do your witchcraft.” 

You waited a good 5 minutes, before smacking your lips together. “If I let you see my   will you do it?” You got another blink of his eyes. “If I let you touch them?” 

You quickly gasped and fell backwards as mist quickly surrounded the cat. Slamming your hands down, you sat back up and stared at the handsomest man you had ever seen. 

He had cat-like eyes that reminded you exactly of the cat he was. However, his broad shoulders made him look nothing like the small feline. You gulped as you took in his build. “Woah.” You muttered. 

After a moment of silence, you yelled as you took a pillow from the couch and started to smoother the sexy man. He sputtered, falling backwards and trying to avoid suffocation. 

“What are you doing!?” He yelled, shoving you off him as he turned the both of you over. 

You laid under him, avoiding his fingers that tickled your sides. “You only shifted after I said you can see my boobs, you pervert!”

“I've spent too many millennia with 8 other men, excuse me if I act like a virgin over boobs.” He sassed, sitting on his calves as he looked at you. 

“Millennia?” You questioned, sitting up to look at him. 

“My name is San.” He gave you a dazzling smile. “These mountains have been my home for hundreds of years. No one interesting ever comes out here.” He sighed, dropping his shoulders. 

“The cabin is an Airbnb though?” You stated. 

“Yes, but it's usually families, couples, or rugged men hiking.” San rolled his eyes. “I've never come across a woman like you, just here alone.”

His eyes sparkled as they looked at you–his lips pulled into a smile. 

You sighed to yourself as you thought over his words about being someone alone. You needed this time to find yourself once again after losing it for so long. You were a hard worker who hardly took time off. But there were just times in your life where you needed to be redirected towards the right path–alone. 

“I'm trying to find myself.” You told him. 

“You're lost?” San frowned. 

You knew exactly what it was that was holding you back. You just required time to rethink about your life and how to go about it. It wasn’t much to think about, but to you, you knew that you needed time alone. 

This week would do you some good–enough to get you through a good amount of time further. You weren’t lost anymore, not in the sense that you had no idea what you were doing with your life. Rather, it was because you had done too much with your life and now it was getting back to you. 

“Not really.” You told him. 

“I understand.” San told you. “I am a god, I'm meant to know those kinds of things. So you think you'll find it alone?”

“Found you, didn't I?” You grinned, lips pulling over your teeth. “If you're a god kind of changes everything I have ever known doesn't it.”

You would have never guessed that coming down to your own personal retreat, you would find another world that was beyond the one you knew. The universe had so much in store for you that you had no clue how to continue on without changing your view on things. 

As you stared at San, though, you couldn’t help but to smile at the thought of spending the rest of your trip with him. He was a magical beast that was able to turn into a cat. Who wouldn’t want to spend time with someone like that. 

“So, can I touch your boobs now?” He asked after the silence. 

“San!”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @wonderlandnet , @pirateeznet , @k-vanity , @monsterfvckersunited

[theharmonious13]

269 - Haircut

WADA SPRITE WITH SHORT HAIR SILHOUETTE HELLO???

He's about to look like the Ultimate Illustrator sketch Von did me thinks, either way super excited to see Wada get the pampered treatment like Tsuno did in Chapter 3

New Wada sprite hiding in the bottom left hand corner gdi perfect editing lol

"My neck is perfectly fine" Hama this is hilarious but if this is foreshadowing to you being a victim Imma cry

Watari looking after Ken 🥺

She sounds so depressed though 😭

Wada and Hiroaki being confused in a conversation about Wada being albino 😭😂

Yanagi learning to ignoring Hiroaki's provocative comments is a mood lmao

I like how Yanagi said 'Ooh' in delight

Wada looks older?

Omg Hama having hair like Watari would be awesome in an alternate AU

I love the way Yanagi laughs at learning Hiroaki is younger lol

Love the bro dudes just hanging out together while Wada gets a hair cut, it's like a spa day tbh

Wada's cynical 'Aww' at Hiroaki being the youngest lmao

I love them discussing their birthdays in universe

Although we don't have the years in their bios, feels right to me that Wada is the oldest out of these guys - he's gone for acting the youngest to maturing a bit more

HELLO????

WADA LOOKS LIKE AN IDOL, I FORGOT HIROAKI GAVE HIM CLOTHES

Wada's shirt? Hoodie? Says goodnight on it, I think it's a good fit because he's the sleepy type

What's that techno shirt colour thing under the hoodie? This feels like a DRASTIC change for Wada, too confident and flashy for his otherwise soft personality 😭♥️

We ARE making Nagawa catch on haha

"You're just so much younger than us, it's hard to relate" I LOVE Yanagi's older brother type sass energy, Hiroaki is never going to live this down 😂

I'm not writing each quote down but know I am absolutely thriving with the Hama + Yanagi babying Hiroaki dynamic

ANOTHER WADA HIROAKI HUG? YES

270 - Breakfast Drop

Watari is so vulnerable with Ken, I love how freshly awkward it is

Although I NEED to confirm where Ken actually is, I'm very worried because a million things could be happening to him right now like stated in my previous post

It feels as though he's already dead and she's doing the coping thing 😔

271 - Climbing the Tower

Poor Takeshi... he saved it all for after the trial

I love how confident/proud Hiroaki is of his fashion/hair styling work

"Get in the shower or put on some clothes" Hiroaki is not beating the shipping allegations at this rate 😭

272 - Lightbulb Moment

Mai skipping school makes sense

Omg Hiroaki is going to thrive with the sewing materials room, FASHION STUDIO LET'S GO

I love the dynamic of a serious discussion between Mai and Ojima the 'caretakers' while Tamba and Hiroaki are being excited/silly in the background

Did Mai get kidnapped before? What the-

Yanagi Museum Date, and Ojima Museum Date, Azumino has everything I swear 😭😂

I pray a fan transcribes all background chatter in this series someday, I do my best to focus on it but without being able to look at a physical entity/subtitles my audio processing is garbage

Ojima not being able to drive makes me feel better about myself tbh, I know it's stupid

Is Hiroaki autism coded? It feels like special interest passion rambling and stimming but more in a fanon rather than canon way

Mai saying Ojima noticing the small details about Hiroaki is sweet 🥺

"Shigeki is literally wearing a costume" 😭😂

Omg I REALLY want to see what Hiroaki will design for Tamba, we haven't seen him make more feminine clothing yet

And the background chatter continues LOL

273 - Social Service

Wada still looking really short still haha

Oh? Yanagi helping investigate the closet because he's scared 🥺

Wada's trying to be more confident each day for Tsuno's sake omg 🥺

He feels depression mode... 😩

Yanagi will never understand the closeness of Wada and Tsuno's connection, poor boy 😭

274 - Student Teacher

Not Headmaster Watari ✨ complaining about more classrooms 😂

The school is short staffed 😭😂

WATARI DON'T WRITE THEM IN YOUR OWN BLOOD HELLO?

Hama wants to be a teacher? That's actually REALLY COOL

Religion I expected him to want to teach but not anthropology, I am fascinated now

Indulge Watari Hama

Watari's voice acting is PEAK in this episode

~~~

"Do I get paid?"

"No"

"Fuck"

Omg 😂😂😂

~~~

Private fridge is the payment lmao

I have to know what Hama would say on the PA lol

275 - Athlete Generation

Yanagi can actually practice better now les go

Tamba is about to let all of her energy in one go lol

But what use does Yanagi have for JUMPING INTO THE SPLITS ON SKATES?

Tamba contorts her body to win the flexibility competition

276 - Finders Keepers

Mai, Hama and Watari... better not be a 'staff' vs student turf war like what happened with Okazaki and Watari on the second floor regarding the staff room

I can't even word I love EVERYTHING about this scene

I didn't even think about the irony that Hama has been to juvie yet is very uptight when it comes to morals

Hama peak voice acting at 'Woah, careful! That's my demon arm!"

Adding this to my Watari x Mai shipper collection (never been a multishipper until this series came along lmao)

277 - Grow

I love Wada and Hiroaki hanging out

And then Ojima laughing at him endearingly

"It's not my fault, you're funny" Ojima 😂♥️

278 - View from Above

Omg Wada's diamond

He looks like he belongs in an anime cafe collab, he belongs in a different series now 😭

Shutter on the balcony is cruel, great creative decision though

Only five people? I thought it was after five cases even though Von confirmed it was five chapters long

So many people have to die to get to the win state 😭

279 - Sophistication of the Demonic Host

Lesbians explicitly confirmed? Yessssssss

God this group of four is now one of my FAVOURITES (Same with Tamba, Watari, Yanagi and Mai)

Hama being roped into these shenanigans is giving me life

~~~

Ken polite and shy

Hiroaki tsundere 😂

Ojima strong and silent type with glasses

Cute little outfit Wada

Mai as hostess for life (I'm simping like Watari and Tamba fr)

~~~

SQUEAL FOR POLITE HAMA

SHE'S SO EXCITED LOL

280 - Archive

There are two types of students: Those who don't attend voluntarily and those who don't attend involuntarily, so far none of the cast went to school as per normal 😭

Watari's 'were you dumb Yanagi?' lmao

Somebody's going to steal a student profile, I just know it

281 - Courtyard Discussion

Cast feels so small 😩

Wada taking care of the lily, yes! 🥺

I like how there's no arguing when they discuss what they found now, a refreshing change and a new sense of cohesion

Hayashi now has a bigger target on her back thanks to the student profiles... yay 🥲

Noooo Mai rejected Yanagi 😩

282 - Wellness Check

The silence is haunting in these one sided Watari and 'Ken' conversations

283 - Low

Watari's so worried and scared... me too bestie, me too 😔

284 - Wellness Check Revisited

Hasegawa is finally here LET'S GO

I love the way Hama talks to Ken in this scene, I don't know how to explain it

I love how caring Hama is, same with Watari

He doesn't speak, just quietly opens the door... oh the pain 😭

[zeondraws]

I may be blind and have not tried to explore all the file locations in fmodel until now.

Found where the map textures are located, or for example all the people that died like Jamie, Kelly and all. I finally got a good look at Kelly!

This here be Kelly

Poor bastard

Okay, with this in mind I'll go through all folders in fmodel at some point, I have to see what else I can find. Found some unused/to be deleted folders which I found interesting

Hhmmm yes

So much work ahead, it really eats away my time, I've noticed, couldn't finish artworks recently. Mostly tried to work on that one AU drawing to have it almost done. But all this research eats my time which results in less time for art. Then I watch everyone else draw so much and I sit there thinking, man..

When I listen to soundfiles I can't draw at the same time since I need to stay focused on the sounds. However I managed to listen through 2k yesterday. I really really wanna be sure I have all the sounds for the Muir video, I literally found a different version of a perch howl yesterday! That one was not inside the actual Muir folder.

raaaah, the lore thickens. This could mean I can stumble upon other soundfiles from Muir that aren't in his Puppet folder. I only have... 16000 files to go through now. Number is getting smaller (I managed to listen to over 8.000 now).

If anyone ever wonders if I'll make a video of the soundfiles of other Puppets... maybe.. but I'd have to sort all these darn soundfiles from the Media folder. It's probably why people before me didn't bother at all. It took me over 2h and 30min to listen to 2000 files. Now calculate how much I need for 16000

Hhhmmm forbidden gummi, these are from Roper-

But hm, I currently want to finish that one artwork, then I need to sit down and draw something for a friend of mine for Secret Santa. Want to finish this Muir video before the year ends (I want to see it finished soooo badly). And maybe continue that super detailed Muir painting I had to put on hold, due to moving. The one I mean is shown on my pinned post here, that already took days to make and I'm not even halfway done with it. I want to see how far I can push my render skills atm.

Oh and draw a bunch of buses again, but on paper to get better with traditional art.

I always had problems managing my time (nothing new for me, so don't be confused if I do 6273728 things at once XD), tho I probably will figure out how to deal with this at some point. I always got yelled at, at my old workplace for taking too long on things, even tho my coworker kept giving me new tasks to work on so I couldn't finish the first thing he wanted, so he became more angry at me if I spend 3 weeks on something. Or spend 3 days on a task he usually finishes in 1 day, like. What? Like, he became soooo weird about it, that he tried to be angry about anythiiiing. And then he got confused when he heard what I told other coworkers in private. When he said that, I got flashbacks to my other uncle being angry that I told teachers how bad I felt mentally (at school). This is so confusing

I got praised for my work in the new job, which is wild that they don't expect me to work like a machine but to take my time. People aren't so focused on speed here.

So I don't know if my way of working on things is super bad, or if it's just dunno, big projects require so much energy and time. And then I watch everyone do so much art and I'm like waaaaiiit I wanna draw too Aaaaaaa. I wish I could eat art, because I frkn love art so much I shake my fists in the air whenever I see gorgeous artworks from others. Or see some absolutely stunning moviessssss.

I need to buy frames- I need to hang some drawings.

Okay Fellas, imma go tidy up my apartment and sort some stuff. I still have something to do in my bathroom.

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[ultrajtb]

K so before I get into actual story progression, imma give some backstory

So obviously the next villain is reverse steve. I’m giving him a new backstory because I don’t think he really had one before.

So back at the point in between ss and sso, when nightmare and rainbow were just fighting back and forth, Nightmare had the idea that rather than continue his stalemate with his adversary, he needs to make more underlings to keep Rainbow distracted.

One of these experiments started out with making a new dark steve. One that can be kept as a failsafe to his greater creation, a perfect counter to Rainbow. His equal and opposite counterpart; The Reverse Steve.

So after making Dark 2.0, he captures a red, a blue, and a green steve. Then he forcibly merges those 3 with Dark.

And so Reverse Steve was born.

So Reverse’s main purpose was to stalemate rainbow in a way that it would be physically impossible for either to win in a one on one battle.

Eventually Nightmare would also develop a pocket dimension prison meant to slowly drain and eventually kill rainbow while he’s stuck watching events in the overworld occur while he can’t interact with any of it, that prison being the reverse dimension.

Luckily for Rainbow, when nightmare tried to lock him in there the first time, Rainbow managed to force reverse into it instead, stranding his counterpart, hopefully for good.

So years later when Nightmare does manage to lock rainbow in the reverse dimension, a still barely living reverse steve felt the change.

With rainbow being unnaturally removed from the dimension via machine, it left the barrier between the overworld and the reverse dimension thinner, giving reverse opportunities to break back into the overworld temporarily before being pulled back in.

The first thing he does is plant a parasite in the rainbow town’s pond. Over time it’d drain color out of the town, feeding it and the corresponding energy directly into Reverse, both repairing and even strengthening him.

As the parasite grew, the siphoning accelerated, with the rainbow trees suffering the most, with them not just losing color but actively decaying. Eventually it even reached the rainbow tree of life, severely weakening rainbow, making production of rainbow stone impossible, and endangering the still comatose Light Steve.

Rainbow makes an attempt at confronting reverse, but only ends up Reverse inflicting the same parasitic drain on him, leaving him nearly colorless and close to dying

Sabre puts Rainbow in stasis with a machine until he can find a solution.

After some brainstorming, he decides to lure reverse into a machine so he can at least prevent things from getting worse.

With Reverse trapped, Sabre begins modifying the trap to channel the stolen energy in reverse’s body, filter it through the only piece of condensed rainbow stone left, and inject it directly into the town.

With the color restored to the town, Sabre then starts producing more rainbow stone so he can restore rainbow’s power before figuring out what to do with Reverse Steve.

After some thinking, the two decide to separate Reverse into the steve components he was made from, ending reverse and leaving only the original blue, red, and green from before.

And that’s it for reverse. I’m a bit sleep deprived so I apologize if this one was a bit incoherent.

As always, give me your thoughts and have a good day/night

[mysticmiav]

Alrighttt am close to finishing Pride & Prejudice, about 60ish pages left (am a slow reader okay and I got distracted with Manacled while reading)

Some more thoughts and a lot of yapping (and spoilers? I guess?) I've had in during my recent reads:

First of all, having watched the P&P 2005 movie first and then starting to read the book, I can't help but keep going "Oh this is different!" At some parts akdksk

I love love love the small hints in the book of Mr Darcy liking Elizabeth more and more that is visible in the book. Imma have to rewatch the movie to see how (if) they did that there, but I don't remember noticing it as visibly. In the movie, it felt a bit of a "ah so that's a thing now" while in the book, I noticed some more emphasis/mention of Darcy noticing her more and more, conversing with her, wanting to talk with her and meet her.

I died at the Rosings part when she told him of her daily walk route, assuming he'd want to avoid seeing her, but my man probably went "sweet!" And just came to see her ever since (not to mention, he might've assumed her telling him of her route was a subtle way of inviting him to come see her? Idk my man was down bad he probably took that bit of info and ran with it akfkskkw)

The little things like him moving his chair closer to her- I pretty much died.

Him wondering at whether she'd mind living at a long distance from her family- my man was practically already wondering at if they were wed, meanwhile Elizabeth is confused why he's talking to her akfkskfk

It just feels much more ahh developed? Or hinted at enough to make his feelings to her not come out of nowhere lol

And of course lets talk about the confession scene!! I combusted

I admit that I loved how they did it in the movie; I LOVED the setting (that location and that weather!! Ugh!) and the energy and the tension. Loved every bit. Not to mention how much I liked the actors and how they played the characters!

And yet, I absoloutly went nuts over how Austen did it in the book!! The tension and anger and energy all there, but it just felt more raw and visceral?? Idk how to put it. I just died and came back and died again reading and rereading that scene omg

It's getting to see the narrator mention Darcy taking her silence or lack of negative reply as encouragement to continue with his confession.

It's the earlier back and forths and their witty exchanges, which resulted in him believing them to be on the same page. Hence, the conversation about living at a far distance from her family, I take it he assumed she noticed his intention and he thought he was being rather too direct, which is why his mood changed and he pulled his chair back when he caught himself.

But ironically enough, him thinking they were on the same page and that he was being transparent with her, that she was able to see through him, all just goes to show on how different of a page they were.

It's honestly brilliant.

And that just makes the confession scene work so much better, at least for me.

Getting such a clear view of how he must have feelings for her, and how clear he thought he has been about them, and how he thinks she picked up on it, makes his confession and the tension of that scene work so well, because he really thought they were on the same page. He really expected it to go one way because of those assumptions he'd had.

And then it went so differently, and so horribly at that, that I can't help but claw at my wall aaaaaa it's so good

No wonder he got pale with rage lmao

Ohoh and when Elizabeth went "You are mistaken, Mr Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your decleration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner." And saw him start at this I DIED she went for the throat and honestly fuck yeah he needed that slap off the high horse

Even as am writing this I reread the scene for what could only be the tenth time already it's just so good aaaahhhh

(Also, I definitely understand that they probably changed the scene a bit in the movie for the sake of making it look more intresting, at least location wise; the outdoor setting and the spot it all takes place in is definitely a more visually intresting scenery to look at than a closed indoor room, and I think it does make the change of the scene work well in the movie! I still love the book version more but I totally see why and love the change was made in the movie adaptation)

Okay another point about the confession scene is how much I loved the irony in Darcy saying it must be because of how he worded his confession, in a way that slighted Elizabeth's pride because of how he mentioned her relations, that she's rejecting him, and yet he had framed his whole declaration on how it was against his better judgement that he came to like her, how he pointed it out the inferiority of her comings and family (and thereby, painting himself superior). That he's pointing out he must've hurt her pride when his whole talk stemmed from his own pride is such irony I love it

And bruh homeboi really expected her to go "whoa am so thankful you came to love me still!" ???? My man really thought she'd be flustered at him insulting her family and telling her he loves her in the same breath and he still had the audacity to pickachu-surprise-face at her own anger at his words akfksd

Okay enough of that scene, I still have a few kore things to talk about akfkjw

Next up is just how much Letters play a role in the story and even in the characters. Idk this is just a brainvomit of some of the notes I'd taken while reading, but the jest of it is the recurrence of characters sending letters as a narrative tool and, oftentimes, a way to paint certain aspects of the characters.

Elizabeth and Jane, while away from each other, both exhange letters regularly, and their correspondence is neat? I think is the word; they take the time to sit down and write to each other. When they recieve a letter, they also take the time to sit down and read it. Like when Elizabeth receives Jane's letter with the news of Lydia and Wickham, just as she and her uncle and aunt were about to leave to go on a walk, it is mentioned that instead her uncle and aunt set off to let her enjoy the letter at her own time. Just the use of the word enjoy speaks volumes to me at how Elizabeth regards these correspondences; a genuine sort of happiness and joy, and hence she likes to take the proper time to read them, and also the time to write them.

So when it says that Jane's first letter got missent somewhere due to her writing the adress remarkably ill, it's hard not to feel a shift or to know something bad must've happened. Because with how much care she usually puts into her letters, something must've caused her haste in writing the adress of that letter, so badly it was sent elswhere.

This broke a formula we kinda grew used to in those correspondences between Elizabeth and Jane, and managed to set a feeling of dread by simply taking something of that status quo and changing it. I just love it so much ugh

Darcy's letter(s) I feel like fall under a similar light; he obviously put a lot of care and time and thought into them. Gave them the time and length needed, given the importance of the content. They were very thorough and expansive, and touched on the important topics and discussed them sufficiently (lmao I feel like am giving him a critique analysis).

It shows enough of his character methinks.

Mr Collins letters, much like he himself is in person, often focus on the flattery. Of others (especially Lady Catherine) and of himself (cuz ironically, by how often he breaks his back complimenting others, he always traces it back to himself, to how he thinks of it, to how grateful he is of it, to how deserving he thinks it is, to how thoughtful he is with it). In person, it was hard to miss how much he cared for the rooms and their furniture and interior, and I chugged it to it symbolising how shallow he is and how much he cares about appearances, whether in the literal sense of the word or more like the esteem and regard others have of him. In his letters, he focuses so much on appearing thoughtful and grateful and thankful and concerned where needed, in a way you feel he's simply doing it in a "but no one could dislike me! I've been nothing but nice and thoughtful etc" way, you feel? Again, by focusing so much on such pleasantries, he seems only focused on coming across positively.

Also, all in all, he's the epitome of "talks a lot but says very little."

Lydia's letters are more or less hasty and careless; it's obvious she doesn't set aside any special time to write them (like her letters to her mom while she was away at Brighton including things like "oh Mrs Froster is calling me so I must haste" or something along the lines) and, much like her own conversations and interests, seem scattered and childish (which, yeah, she is a child. But you get the idea. She comes across as silly, wild and reckless, while also being somewhat shallow)

I just think it's a very neat way to show the personalities of the characters further using the letters as a tool.

Ahhh I think that's mostly it for now!! So many thoughts cuz am loving every bit of this akfksk

[5mind]

👄 + really annoying HOAs and bad HOA rules. For Antares! Pretend he can afford to live in an area with an HOA. xD

Otherwise, advice on nosy neighbors.

@the-haunted-office

Send '👄 + a topic' and my muse will give advice based around that topic! Can be good or bad.

(not familiar with HOA rules since i dont own a house so imma go with nosy neighbours)

"Oh, yeah.. those are always a pain."

"It kinda depends on the neighbour really....like, there's the chatty ones - y'know the ones that insist on catching you whenever you leave or return home? You can always pretend to be in a hurry, or be on the phone. Or you can just go along with it if you have the time and energy for it, I guess."

"I mean, I'm usually not in the mood for a chat but then again they're not usually around whenever I'm leaving or returning." Mostly because he leaves for work and returns home at all sorts of ungodly hours of the day. The 9-5 need not be 9 am to 5 pm. It can also be 9 pm to 5 am.

"I got nothing on eavesdroppers," he continues with a shrug. "There's nothing about me to eavesdrop on."

[starjxsung]

ily so much star! thank you did such carefully curated responses as well. i couldn’t agree more with the points that you’re making <3 stray kids need to be held accountable. i hate the type of environment this is creating but im glad that it’s motivating people to donate and speak up about palestine.

i wish they’d also make a donation (i’m hoping they have even if it’s anonymous) to show us that in some way they do care. because ofc they have to know, some members, their families and friends are on social media chronically. i just hope they’re not terrible people at the end of the day, because i’ve spent so much energy and money on them that i could’ve spent on a better cause that it’s </333 i really wanted to get a skz tattoo earlier this year but i had a hunch and was like “nah these ppl are humans and they can def disappoint me someday” and im glad it didn’t rn. imma stick to my cartoon tattoos😂

anyways thank you so much for your words always. i love the passionate discourses as well. i’m sad to hear about you wanting to leave but i support you 100% because everything is so insane. please take your time to heal and work on yourself <3 ilysm bb and if you decide to leave know that i always think of you when i see the moon <33

more cat pics to diffuse the tension (this is olive, my bf’s cat and our first actual kitty. she thicc and got the biggest disney eyes <3)

-🐈‍⬛

Hi baby !!

Echoing you on the skz tattoo thing LOL my left arm has been thoroughly covered for the past week while the fandom is in shambles

I don’t think skz are terrible people at all and it’s just a wish I have for people to do more, the same way I’m wishing most celebrities would right now. I saw somebody describe it as “having a moral obligation to do something when you have a platform that lesser-known people wish they had” and I 1000% agree.

I will absolutely take some time to heal and just take a breather from here and I’m continuing to do all that I can in the meanwhile! I hope you’re doing the same and I can’t wait to hear all my updates from you when I get back (though you’re always free to spam my inbox with them until I can respond) ❤️🫶

I don’t have any momo pics from today but I was reminded that it’s been a year since my other cat’s best pic in her dinosaur hat 😭 her name is miffy and she stays at my parents’ house because she and momo don’t get along at all but she’s still the og loml and I see her whenever I get the chance to

(I love you baby!!! Take such good care of yourself and I’ll be back in better spirits 💕)

[bvannn]

Weekly report July 21, 2023

I’ve been keeping at it, but I’m definitely having issues with my body. I am exhausted, I am not eating well, any time I eat well I eat too fast and choke and end up with chunks of food up my nose. I’ve been drawing and animating though that’s cool.

About a third of the way through the new test’s animations, two thirds of the way through reimporting assets for the rig. I can probably finish it off tomorrow it wouldn’t take too long I just wasn’t thinking about it today because I’ve been busy with Artfight. I hope tomorrow that I’ll be able to do another good stretch of tween frames, enough to hopefully test out a strategy for another effect.

I was watching a bunch of Bad Religion music videos today too, since that group makes me think of Mikey, it’s good inspiration. Today I was specifically focusing on the visuals, and messing with CSP. I found a couple neat little strategies and features I didn’t know about, so hopefully I’ll be able to try them out with some illustrations (and animations too hopefully). I’ve already done a couple of the more simple things for some Artfight pics you saw today and you’ll see more of tomorrow, but I want to lean harder into certain strategies for shading and backgrounds.

Doing Artfight has really had me thinking about my own characters more in general. Next month once artfight’s over I’ll try to take another crack at some stuff I’ve wanted to do with them. Music and writing, and maybe I’ll take another jab at animating in pure CSP, although my focus will still be with TRGA. If I can figure out CSP animation I can probably fix some issues I’ve been having with certain parts in flash too. Everything I do leads into itself I swear. I’ll try outlining some writing this month, while I’m at work or whatever, while continuing Artfight and TRGA primarily. And get going on music stuffs next month and see where it leads me.

Last note I kinda abandoned my tiktok last week imma try to get back to it. I ditched it because I didn’t want to screw with Adobe premiere, even though I made a decent template for videos, and I tried again this week and the template works nice so hooray for that. I’ll fuck around with premiere more at some point and once I have music I’ll throw that on tiktok as well. Idk I’m at a weird point where I have motivation and inspiration but not time or energy. Tomorrow I need to sell my blood again but then I’m free to do whatever, which will probably be Artfight and animation. Or planning other projects. Whichever.

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Boy in my Bed - Chapter 25

*Warning Adult Content*

Danté Evans

My heart pulsates as we enter through the front door, my increasing anxiety fueled by the blaring music surging through the house, giant speakers adorning every corner, deafening the room with volume, conversations failing to protrude through the music.

"YOU HAVE TO CHUG THIS BEFORE YOU ENTER," a broad-shouldered jock-like senior screams at us as we walk through the entryway, signalling to the funnel and bottle of cider in his hands. 

Harvey directs his puppy dog eyes towards me, his decision on whether to drink teetering on my answer. 

I sigh internally, regretting my request at him being my sober driver.

'Ugh.' 

The green bottle stares at me, mocking me with its simplistic packaging wrapped around its vile insides.

"COME ON. ONE OF YOU HAVE TO DO IT OR IT'S A NO ENTRY." 

I sigh heavily and drop down to one knee, my brother hollering as I wrap my lips around the funnel pipe. 

An attempt to mentally prepare myself for the wave of alcohol is obliterated as it starts streaming down my throat, the bitter taste evoking my natural gag reflex. 

I translate my mental will into physical will and continue gulping, clenching my fist around the funnel as the burning liquid slowly drains away.

"Good job bro," Harvey slaps me on the back before submerging himself in the crowd, his blond hair vanishing amongst the ever-moving hoard of teenagers, an overwhelming feeling of loneliness falling over me in a place with so many people.

I look around, my vision obscured by the alcohol rushing through my system, trying to find anyone familiar. 

Their faces all blur, the strobe lights offering no optical comfort.

"Danté. Sup bro. I haven't seen you in ages." 

I flash my eyes around, struggling to see through the lights scanning the room. 

I squint, trying to decipher the broad silhouette in the darkness, a tight black tank top hanging loosely off of his skin.

"Hey Andre." 

He pulls me into a bro hug, his muscly arms wrapping around me - his girlfriend standing idly by his side, wearing an identically bright smile to match his. 

My nose sniffles at his scent, offended by the vicious mixture of sweat and alcohol. 

I beam up brightly, matching his energy as I wipe away any thoughts of his nasal abuse.

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming to this party," he laughs, simultaneously latching an arm around both me and his girlfriend, his drunken eyes flicking between us giddily as we act as his support beams, holding his stumbling frame.

"Oh yeah. I was invited by... oh there he is." 

I point my arm vaguely off into the distance, Andre's eyes following helplessly, trying to find the fake person I'm point to. 

"Yeah. So Imma just go and see them okay." 

I slip out of Andre's arm, his vocabulary of intoxicated mumbles falling away as I immerse myself into the crowd, fighting my way through erratically.

The strobe lights stream from above as human bodies form an inescapable wall, the stuffy environment feeling somewhat claustrophobic, restricting. 

The oxygen pumping through my lungs is burgled away, the suffocating room making it hard to breathe. 

My heart starts beating faster, pounding, palpitating. 

"Danté?" Casey Donovan spreads his arms out, creating a minute bubble of space - spreading the crowd away from us. 

"Are you alright? Follow me." 

His strong grip wraps around my arm, manoeuvring us through the crowd, my legs following with no resistance, trampling along, the blaring noise left behind as we enter into a bedroom.

"You look like shit." 

He flicks on the bedroom light, letting his eyes rush over me as he gives me a water bottle on the bedside table.

"Well you're not that pretty yourself,"  I retort back, the liquid confidence in my system fuels my anger, his eyes rolling as he dismisses my critique, contempt enough in the natural beauty that he was blessed with.

"You need to watch yourself, remember the last time you drank?" 

The repressed memory of him, the taxi, his house, his bed, flash back to me, wiped away as I ignore them, offering him my silence in response.

"Where are we?" I deflect the conversation, scanning my eyes over the generically basic guest bedroom in this random person's house.

"I don't know. I just wanted you out of the crowd because... you look like shit." 

His joke transcends more successfully this time, our giggles filling the room with warmth and laughter.

"Have you seen Elliott? I'm meant to be meeting up with him." 

The warmth drains from the room, an ounce of uncertainty flashing through his eyes as his smile disappears.

"Um yeah, I saw him at the outside area with his friends." 

He pulls at the sleeve of his leather jacket, distracting himself from my eyes.

"Casey... I just wanted to say thank..."

"You should probably get going yeah? I'm sure Elliott will be really glad to see you." 

He walks past me and opens the door, the music flooding back into the room as he finally lets his eyes run up my body, looking at me face to face before dropping his gaze again. 

I nod in agreement and make my way out of the room, entering the crowd of people and pushing my way into the back yard. 

He follows me but departs down a hallway, my eyes following guiltily before snapping back, identifying the quickest path out to backyard area. 

I navigate my way through the crowd, Elliott Jones coming into view as I walk out to the fire pit.

"Hey. You made it." 

He stands up abruptly, disturbing the mellow vibes around the fireplace, a heavy whiff of weed following him. 

His red-tinged eyes look happily into mine, his arms enwrapping around me as he pulls me to his friends. 

"Everyone, this is Danté. Danté, this is everyone." 

They all nod at me, their minds too busy exploring the magical land of mushrooms to engage in any decent form of conversation, their eyes looking straight through me. 

'How... sweet.'

"I missed you Sunshine," he whispers as his arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into him, his lips touching my cheek. 

I snigger as his hand explores down my body, wrapping around my belt buckle. 

"Maybe we should take these off huh?" 

My spine tingles at his seductive tone, leaning back slightly to get closer to him.

"No. I think I should keep it on," I insist as I nuzzle into his neck, comforted by his strong hold and magical lips.

His hand rebels against my demand and starts pulling down my zipper, my heart sinking as nobody around me pays any visible notice, too busy exploring invisible lands.

"Come on. I've been waiting for ages. I've spent so much money on you, I deserve this." 

His tracing hand becomes a forceful grip, his lips biting into my neck, the sexual ecstasy-filled facade shattering as I feel my breath taken away from me.

"No. I don't really want to..." 

His hand clamps over my mouth, my eyes bulging as my voice is silenced, his kind hands turning into assailants, robbing me of my innocence as they undo my jeans and venture onto my naked skin. 

'Breathe Danté, it will be alright.' 

I assure myself as I mentally prepare myself.

A squeal leaves his lips as I bite the palm of his hand, the grip releasing from me as I stand up and re-do my jeans, pacing away from him as he stands to his full height, a once sexy feature now intimidatingly isolating. 

I walk away from him, the walls cornering me as my back hugs the wall, trapping me.

'Fuck, what do I do now?'