#it just takes a lot more time and tweaking to get her looking close enough to how she's supposed to. this is why I need practice

[a-lonely-dunedain]

I don't usually have "ships" but when I do I'm pretty chill about- *trips and all these fall out of my pocket*

*frantically trying to shove drawings back in my pocket* oh gosh I um- look I'm actually super normal about them it's just- *another one falls out* aw geez--

look I um- ok I lied I'm not normal about them. on the bright side, turns out getting obsessed with The Characters is a good motivation to get some much needed drawing practice in!

[caramelkoo]

behind your touch (18+)

jungkook x reader

genre : married couple, simp husband!Jungkook

summary : two introverts explore the sexier and much more hotter side of their relationship.

warnings : lots of smut and fluff, dual pov, Jungkook is a wild one and he's also a simp, they're adorable, oc is a tadbit nervous, they're newly married and so in love with eo, breeding kink, unprotected sex (please be safe), Oral (giving and receiving), Jungkook is dominant, hair pulling, spanking, he loves her ass, masturbating together. let me know if i missed something.

a/n : i have no idea which freaky monster was sitting on my shoulders when i wrote this. enjoy and if you're ovulating, goodluck. kisses <33

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your pov

"One more, honey. Just give me one more"

Your husband's fingers pump into you as you tweak your nipples between your forefinger and thumb. The pleasure is so intense and burning, you almost see stars. Jungkook is on his stomach between your legs wide apart, his left hand is grabbing your left tit while his three fingers thrust into your wet pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. His face is hovering above yours and he nibbles on your ear.

"I- oh my god, Jungkook I can't" you whimper as you try to control your ragged breathing. He has your body totally at his mercy and you know he's not going to stop until he makes you come for the third time. You don't even know how he pulled one out of you the second time.

"I know you can. Let me see that beautiful pussy clench. Just like that."

His finger go even deeper inside you. He twists his forefinger in such a way, you almost scream before slapping your hand over your mouth but Jungkook takes a hold of your hand, removing it from your mouth.

he warns, "Don't you dare muffle your screams or else I'm gonna spank that perfect ass until it's red and hot"

That does it, your hands rapidly grab the taut silk bedsheet, pulling and undoing it as you arch your back. Sweat beads cover your forehead as you let out a scream before coming harder than ever before.

"FUCK" you pant.

Jungkook takes out his fingers before sucking them off. You look at him with lust in your eyes and sigh. When he's done he holds you close to him as you tuck your face into his neck. Patient as you come down, running his hands over your arms, breasts and ass.

"That's my girl, you did so good" he kisses your forehead.

While you feel like you've ran a marathon, his facial expression holds nothing but pride and affection.

"God, I wish you could see yourself from my eyes right now. A fucking sight"

You chuckle, "You're crazy"

Placing a chaste kiss on your cheek he eyes find you again, "How are you feeling, wife?"

Your cheeks instantly turn a deep shade of pink. It's been twenty days since you both have been married, promised to love each other till the day you die. However, you've still not gotten used to him calling you his wife and it appears he loves your flustered face given that he calls you that every chance he gets.

You ignore his snarky chuckle and reply, "Perfect. How are you feeling, husband?

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook nuzzles his face in your neck and squeals. His golden retriever personality has always been your favorite.

"I love hearing you call me that. Is this how you feel when i call you wife?"

Indeed you do but no way you're gonna tell him that. His ego has gone big enough for the day. You push him down by his shoulders and lower yourself down to his thick length. He's still wearing his black boxers but earlier somewhere in the process he's gotten rid of his shirt.

Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, you push them down and let his thick length spring free. Your mouth immediately waters seeing his tip red and angry, begging for attention. A drop of cum has formed on top of it.

"Honey, you don't have to do this" he assures pushing up from his elbows to look at you.

"I want to" you say taking him in your mouth as his grunt follows after.

"Fuck yeah, just like that. You're so good at this, baby. So so good" his head thumps back on the pillow. His stomach muscles are clenching hard resulting his abs to look more defined. You run your hands over them. His breathing picks up when you take him deeper and when you cup his balls, his hands grab a handful of your brown locks.

"_____, baby I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that" his hips come up pushing his cock to the back of your throat. He thrusts once, twice, thrice. The room is filled with wet noises and both of your moans. You've never heard of anything more beautiful. You've never seen anyone more beautiful than your husband.

"W-Want me to come in your mouth?" he asks as you nod frantically.

And he does. Another moans slips out of him as he grips your hair a bit tighter while also making sure not to hurt you. Your throat gets filled with his load.

"Swallow it, wife"

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Peace. If someone were to ask how your relationship is with Jungkook, you'd use the word peaceful. Love has all sort of forms and in your life where you are surrounded by so many people who love you, their love however, is slightly different yet equally precious.

For instance, there's passionate love then there's motherly love, bubbly love of a friend and nurturing love of a grandparent. When it comes to your husband, it's peaceful and calm. Your introvert personality had let people in the past assume the worst of you. The enormity of the fact that people think introverts are stand offish or impolite is beyond you.

It wasn't the case with Jungkook, though. Since you're both introverts it's never too quiet or too loud for you. A cup of coffee while you're sitting on his lap watching the sunset, taking a hot bath together where you both are not saying a word and letting silence wash over you, you reading your book while he plays his video game.

These moments might seem boring and mundane to a third party but for both of you, who feel like themselves in silence, they're more than just moments.

But that's not to say that there's no spark. That factor has certainly never been a matter of concern. Just like right now as you check yourself out in the bathroom mirror, your body has never looked this stunning. You're wearing a red lingerie which hugs your pear shaped body like a dream.

However, you can't seem to stop the fleeting feeling of nervousness creeping up in your stomach, twisting it into knots. This is new for you. Even in your past relationships you have never explored this much. It's only Jungkook's ability to make you comfortable in your body that has led you to this point. So, you take a deep breath and call out for him.

"Babe!!!"

"Yeah?" before you left him to execute your sexy little surprise, he was talking to his best friend, Jimin. It appears he's done talking.

Adjusting the bra strap, you yell again, "Can you close your eyes for me, please?"

"Why?" he's got to be kidding.

"JUST DO IT!!"

"Alright, alright woman"

You walk towards the door and twist the knob oh so slowly. You open the door slightly ajar and see him sitting on the corner of the bed and then only you walk out.

Standing four steps before him you speak, "Okay you can open them"

"That's what she said"

You huff out a laugh but quickly recover.

"Jeon Jungkook"

"Shit, you full named me? This must be serio-" his words come to a halt when his gaze falls on you.

A nervous smile breaks out of your full lips as you wait for him to continue. When he doesn't say anything you start to wonder if you overdid it but he doesn't give you much time to think further because the next thing you know is he's pushing you against the bedroom wall, lips colliding with yours.

You moan as your lips move together with him sucking your bottom one between his. It's sloppy, it's filled with saliva but you wouldn't have it any other way. Tonight, you want the sloppy and wet.

His mouth is soft and eager. One thing about kissing Jungkook is that it's never the same. It's different every fucking time and it only gets better. His tongue pushes in between your lips before you part them and allow it to slide against your own.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, "Jesus Christ,____. You're trying to kill me, baby"

"Do you like it?" you chuckle.

"Like it? You have no idea how many times I've gotten off to this visual. You look like a fucking goddess and you could ask for anything right now, I'd give it to you"

He shakes his head right to left like he still can't comprehend the sight in front of him. So you decide to help him.

"Fuck me"

"What?"

"I need you to fuck me, Jungkook." you ask him in a stern voice.

From the way he looks at you, it seems like he can't wait another second to get his mouth on you. Taking a step back, he looks at you up and down as if taking his fill. The moment the next words leave his mouth, you shiver.

"Strip"

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Jungkook's pov

"Strip"

The red lingerie pushes his wife's tits up as Jungkook is holds onto this slender thread of restraint, scared that if this gets any hotter, it'll snap. Her skin is so smooth and her lips are swollen from the rather burning kiss they shared earlier. The bulge in his sweatpants must be visible but he's not embarrassed about it.

A man can only handle so much. He looks at ______ with a fire and yearning that runs so deep he feels like it'll consume him whole. He wonders what made tonight worth it? is it the lingerie? is it the fact that they're newly married? is it the honeymoon?

No, It's because of the woman standing before him. It's because of the fact that he is the luckiest man alive on the planet to not only have a woman so sexy as his wife but also someone who is an outstanding daughter, a responsible sister and a human worth living for.

People talk about dying for their loved ones but what about living for them? What about living with them? When he was standing at the alter with ______ standing in front of him just like now he had made a promise to himself that he will live for her everyday. He will make every single day worth it for her so that she will choose him again as her husband in her next life.

The red fabric of cloth falls down with a subtle thump on the ground and his eyes travel all over _____ body. Her slender legs, a dark mole just above her left knee, stretch marks looking like lightening travelling from her navel down to her knees, the curve of her waist he has always loved to hold and kiss, her tits with perky nipples begging for attention and then finally her face.

"Come here and lie down on the bed" she does as he says.

When she gets comfortable enough and looks at him he asks her to spread her legs.

"Show me that pretty pussy, sweetheart" she spreads her legs slowly as if teasing him. He sucks in a deep breath before slipping out of his sweatpants and letting his cock spring free. It slaps against his stomach and he gives it a pump.

"I'm going to fuck you real nice but before that I want to watch. Don't worry though, I'll let you watch too" his voice is as husky as ever.

He walks back to the chair in the corner of the room and sits himself down. His wife looks at him with so much innocence and wonder, for a second he considers changing his mind and snuggle her to sleep but then again, she asked for it so she'll get it.

"Slip one finger inside, baby. Make sure to do it slowly, I want you to feel it well. Soak in the feeling"

"Jungkook, I'm not sure-"

"Hey, I'm right here, my love. I'm in this with you but reconsider it and if you're still not sure, we'll stop" he gently assures her, respecting her boundaries.

______ thinks for a while before taking a deep breath and nodding. Her hand slowly travels down to her stomach and finally to her wet cunt.

"Perfect, now rub your clit slowly and then slide a finger inside" she follows his commands as she lets out a light moan, her head tipping back in pleasure. It's just the beginning.

Jungkook's hands work up and down his length as he seeks his own pleasure but he's not sure how long he can last with the look on his wife's face. It's the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. She's his strength but fuck if she doesn't make him weak in the knees. Both of their moans fill the room with several "fuck" and "oh my god" following right after.

As _____ slides her finger inside and pumps it, he also fastens the pace of his pumping.

"Two more in, baby. Give it everything I know you're close" he manages to speak in a low voice.

"Jungkook, it's too much ahhh" she whines as she arches her back off the bed and he can see her pussy going moist and swollen indicating she's almost there. His hands pump as fast working his veiny cock between his tattooed hands and as soon as his wife lets out another loud moan, his orgasm follows making him throw his head back as he comes down from the high.

When he finally gets a hold of himself, he catches a look at her. She's breathing rapidly and caressing her stomach. Walking up to her he kneels down facing her sex and puts his mouth on it, sucking loudly.

"JUNGKOOK-"

Jungkook's eyes look up to her as he slides his tongue up and then down her pussy cleaning her off as she grabs his hair in response and yanks him up. He obliges and hovers over her before taking the same fingers that were inside her as he pushes them against her lips. She opens those kissable lips and tastes herself.

"Do you understand how divine you taste now?"

_____ hums as her lips release the finger with a loud pop. His eyes trace her face lovingly. _____ has exactly ten moles on her face and his favorite is the one on her upper lip. It's meant to be kissed just like the other ones.

"You're staring"

"I like looking at you. You're the loveliest person ever, do you know that? How did I even get so lucky?"

_____ grins and it's the only thing he ever wants to see on her face.

"Tell me how you want my cock wife and I'll give it to you" His eyes are glue to her face. He could look at her all day and not get bored.

"I- I want it from behind if that's okay" there is a hint of hesitation in her voice and he doesn't like it. But that's okay because he plans on making her as comfortable as possible tonight.

When he turns her on her stomach and guides her ass upwards, her face down on the mattress, she gasps but doesn't object.

"Are you okay with me spanking this ass, honey? Want me to tell you how bad I want you?" she whimpers.

"Yes, please"

"That's a good fucking girl" his doesn't wait a second longer before giving a slap on the globe of her ass, only to slap it once more while also making sure not to hurt her in the process. His palms paint her pale skin.

He works her clit pulling a loud moan out of her. _____ breath is picking up the pace again as sweat beads her back glistening it in the best way possible. He notches the head of his cock at her entrance and pushes inside with a force that takes both of their breaths away.

"Fuck" he cries out and she whines.

He pulls himself outside before thrusting back inside, "Fuck, I love you, _____. You're the best thing that happened to me. Every morning- ugh- every morning I get excited just because of the fact that I get to see this pretty face. You beautiful, strong, gentle of a woman and you're all mine"

His thrusts fasten, he gives three kisses on the dimples of her back as he fucks her from behind just like she asked.

"I love you, baby" he hears her reply back, her voice breathy.

"You like that?"

thrust

"You like how I'm giving it all to you, huh?"

thrust

"You like being at my mercy? Desperate and needy?"

thrust

"Want me to give you a baby,hmm? Make you look all mine?" His final thrust goes even deeper before he turns her on her back. He pulls out and freezes. The woman he's married to is looking like a fucking angel who also has been fucked raw and good. He couldn't be more in love with her.

"Sweetheart, I wanna try something but I need to you to trust me, alright? I'll never hurt you" when he gets a nod from _____ he uses his knees to move up to her until he just above her stomach.

"Push those tits together for me" he commands.

So, she does. ______ doesn't hesitate this time and his chest grows another inch with pride. Her tits squeeze up with the help of her palms and Jungkook carefully slips his cock into the tight channel. Her chest is decorated with the hickeys he's given her this morning.

It takes five thrusts for him to come on her chest. White, hot liquid covers his wife's chest as he quickly pushes himself sideways and lies down beside her with a loud thump.

"Christ, that was so good" he pants.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before running to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel. He swipes it all over her chest as he cleans her off. She's still looking at him with the same love and passion in her eyes as before. Nothing has changed and nothing will change.

As soon as he's done cleaning up and gets ready to talk his wife's ears off, her soft snores pull at his attention. Giggling to himself as he covers her with the duvet pulling it taut so she can be warm and cozy, he gets comfortable beside her and prepares to go into a deep slumber.

A hand wraps around his stomach making his silly, romantic heart flutter and _____ places her head on his chest.

Placing a chaste kiss on her temple and nose, he whispers into the darkness, "Goodnight, honey. Thank you for being mine"

[lovelettersfromluna]

Wasted Summers

Summary: Yet another cliche store of a friends with benefits arrangement blossoming into something that is so much more.

an: this went from something that I wanted to make a Drabble about, to remembering an awesome request that someone sent in, to mixing them both?? To the sweet nony that sent this, I hope this lives up to your expectations of me, and I thank you (and everyone else) for trusting me with something you’d like to see written out! I tweaked a few things, so I hope that’s okay. The ending is sooo rushed on this bc I really wanted to get something out to you all as quickly as possible so I apologize! As always, I love you all so so much. (P.S chapter two of vampire!Ellie is on the way!)

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, smut, angst, Ellie is a giant fucking player and had no intentions of settling down (or does she? 😏), Ellie is extremely emotionally unavailable, scissoring, lots of making out, lots of pet names, reader catches a cold, mentions of headaches, medicine, and just your general cold symptoms tbh, please lmk if I missed anything!

You had only made the mistake of asking Ellie what you were to her one time in your friendship.

You couldn’t really help yourself either. She just looked so fucking pretty that night, praising you so well, saying all the right things. Could anyone really blame you for taking it the wrong way? Assuming that she was trying to send signals to you in the same way that you’d tried to send to her?

“Fuck…that’s it…always so fucking good for me, my good fucking girl” she panted out above you as she drilled her sopping wet pussy down onto yours, your head absolutely spinning with the feeling she gave you, the way your heart overflowed with the delicious feeling of euphoria.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, eyebrows furrowed as your fingers dug into the skin of Ellie’s thighs, your own legs trembling as you felt your orgasm growing closer and closer.

Ellie was quick to grab your cheeks, squishing them together and forcing you to form a pout as she tugged your face to look at her.

“No no no…look at me baby, keep your fucking eyes on me when you cum…that’s it…that’s a good girl” she groaned out through gritted teeth, always loving watching you struggle as you came undone at her doings.

“I’m…fuck Ellie…I’m…c-close” you stuttered out, back arching as your lips parted, glossy eyes staring up at the girl almost in awe as she drove you towards your third orgasm of the night, struggling to hang onto the very thin rope that was keeping you connected to this world.

She smirked down at you, giving you an encouraging nod as her tattooed hands gripped your thighs tightly, sure to leave marks in the morning.

“That’s my fuckin girl…come on baby…fuck…I’m…fuck!” She shouted out, her own back arching as her hips sputtered, her pussy gushing onto yours as she came hard with a strangled moan. The sound of her cumming alone was enough to make your own eyes flutter shut, hands flying down to your mattress as you gripped the sheets tightly, your knuckles aching as you screamed out Ellie’s name over and over again, tears threatening to spill out your eyes with the intensity of your orgasm.

“M-mm….fuck” you stuttered out, struggling to catch your breath as your naked chest rose and fell, trying to find a steady pace for yourself. Ellie gave a lazy chuckle as she stared down at you, her hand coming up to give your cheeks a quick squeeze.

“Did good for me princess..” she praised you, your heart swelling at her words.

Ellie’s words never failed to make your head spin.

She was quick to roll off of you, her back hitting your bed with a thud as she laid next to you, staring up at your ceiling as she tried to recollect herself.

And that’s what it usually was with you and Ellie. She’d come to your house, you guys would either play video games or watch a movie, she would get handsy and things would always end with her tugging you to your bedroom, either between your legs or on top of you. You loved every second of it, being with Ellie, feeling Ellie, it was all perfect all the time but…

You couldn’t help but want more.

Your heart felt empty every time she left, every time she jumped up from your bed, claiming that she either had to wake up early for work in the morning, or she had someone waiting for her in the city, leaving you alone in your apartment with nothing more than a quick squeeze on your hip, and the slamming of your door as she left. And maybe it was the fact that she didn’t immediately leave your bed that night that even prompted you to ask in the first place, a silent sign from the universe that this was your chance to understand where you stood with her.

“Ellie…” you called out her name softly, still staring at your ceiling before you turned on your side to look at her. She responded with a gentle hum, her arm bent and propped against the back of her head. Your heart is beating so fast now, staring at her pretty features, her profile was almost from that of a painting, or a sculpture. It made you wanna reach out and gently trace them, burning the feeling of her face into your memory.

You don’t realize you’re staring until she looks over at you, eyebrows furrowing for a minute before she gives a chuckle. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She questions, and you know she’s teasing you. You roll your eyes before giving her a soft, playful nudge.

A moment passes, and you’re simply staring at her, trying to find the words to say to her, how to properly ask her what you’ve been dying to ask her.

Her features soften, a soft pout on her lips as she turns to you more, her body facing yours entirely. “Hey…everything okay?” She asks gently, and her tone alone is making you want to pass out then and there, the care in her voice almost making you whine.

You take a deep inhale, before your mouth opens and you finally say it.

“What…what are we?” You mumble out, blinking a few times as you stare up at the girl, waiting for her to respond.

But it starts to feel like you’re waiting forever, because Ellie’s jaw goes slack as she stares at you with wide eyes, clearly shocked that you’d even think to ask her something like that. It puts your stomach in knots, and it makes you regret even asking in the first place, but before you can even retract fully, telling her some lame excuse about it being just a joke, or a dumb prank, she’s opening her mouth to respond.

“I…we’re friends…you know that, don’t you?” She asks carefully, eyeing you as if this should all be common knowledge to you, as if you’d always been on the same page to begin with.

You blink a few times at her, unable to respond to her or even agree with what she’s saying. You feel choked up, throat closing up as the inevitable tears threaten to spill past your cheeks, the girl of your dreams confirming that you two are in fact not on the same page.

“Don’t you?” She repeats, her voice growing worried as she stares down at you with her eyebrows furrowed, scared that she’s seeing things when she notices the way your eyes gloss over.

And it prompts you to quickly clear your throat, practically sucking the tears back into your body as you give her a quick nod, all while scooting away from her a bit. Because suddenly, it feels like Ellie is entirely too close to you in your bed.

“Yeah…yeah I do” you try to chirp out, putting on your best attempt at trying to sound like you weren’t completely dying inside.

Of course she can see right through it, the girl staring down at you wearily as she tries to read you. You almost hope she’ll speak up about it, comfort you and tell you that whatever you had going on was okay, and it was normal to not have a label on things.

But she doesn’t.

She gives you a quick nod before she awkwardly clears her own throat, the tension in your room thick as she reaches behind her on the ground for her t shirt, quickly pulling it on over her head before she scrambles out of your bed to search for her clothes. One by one, she silently dresses herself in her underwear, and her jeans, and soon, she looks exactly like the way she looked when she first got to your house.

You aren’t sure if Ellie’s ever been so eager to leave you before.

You inhale deeply as you sit up, tugging the blankets over your chest, suddenly scared to be bare in front of the girl, as if she wasn’t sucking on your tits mere moments ago. You can’t even find it in yourself to ask why she’s in such a hurry, the embarrassment from your first question eating you up to almost nothing as it is.

Ellie’s the one that breaks the silence first.

“Right…so…I gotta meet Jesse in town…I’ll uh…” she trails off as she trips over her own feet, walking backwards to quickly open your room door. It looks almost like she can’t leave quick enough, so you simply nod and give her a wave, with a half smile.

“Yeah…bye Ellie” your tone is dismissive, way too dismissive and you know that. But at this point, you want Ellie out of your apartment just as much as it seems like she wants to leave. It’s too awkward, to much of a grey area has covered the both of you that you desperately want to escape now, even if you were the one that brought it onto yourself.

She’s taken aback by the way you rush her out, regardless of the fact that she’s being just as dodgy as you are, if not more. She tries her best to ignore the way her heart aches at the way you’re dismissing her, avoiding the way it makes her feel like you’re kicking her out. Instead, she swallows thickly and gives a quick nod before she stutters over her own words, a sorry attempt at a goodbye, and leaves.

When she does leave, you’re left with a heavy feeling settled onto you. It makes you feel like you’ve done something wrong, like you’ve ruined something by talking too much or opening your mouth. Things were fine between you and Ellie, a bit confusing, but if it wasn’t broken, why try to fix it?

That night, you could only lay in your bed that smelled too heavily of Ellie, and think of all the ways you could try to force not only her, but yourself to forget about the events that just took place, desperate to get back to the way things were.

Waking up with a sore throat and a runny nose a few weeks after the incident with Ellie seemed to be just your luck.

Perhaps all of the stress and overthinking that you endured during the time weakened your immune system, the lack of sleep that you were getting not helping much either. You couldn’t really help it, not entirely at least. You should have seen it coming though, all the signs were right there in front of you.

Things had been fine with you and Ellie after everything happened that night, everything going back to normal almost too easily. You were both very much on the same page of pretending as though none of it happened, and Ellie only confirmed that when she texted you the morning after asking if you were going to attend some plans that your friend group had included you in a few days prior.

While the relief you felt alleviated a lot of the stress the situation brought on, you couldn’t avoid the nagging feeling that came with the unknown. Your overthinking was in overdrive of course, constantly wondering what Ellie was thinking, what she was going to do with your friendship, it was all too overwhelming.

Things that night with Ellie were fine, great even. You two were sat together in the booth of the lounge that you had all met up in, her hands dancing along your thighs, toying with the hem of your dress as you laughed at something Dina said. To your surprise, she even leaned into you towards the end of the night, whispering in your ear, asking if you wanted to get out of there, which was a telltale sign that Ellie wanted to get you alone.

You should’ve known you were coming down with something when you gave her a shy smile and politely declined, making up some excuse about being tired. Tired was an understatement, you were exhausted, and the worst part was, you couldn’t put your finger on what the hell was going on with you. Ellie could sense it to, frowning at the way you quickly brushed her off and scooted out of the booth, making you the first one to go home that night.

You thought it was just a lack of sleep, your body begging you to just relax and take care of yourself for once. Making a big cup of tea and giving yourself a warm bath would do just the trick, surly. You felt hopeful when tucking yourself into bed and drifting off to sleep almost instantly.

However, the next morning was brutal. Your throat felt like you’d been swallowing nails, your nose stuffy, head filled with so much pressure it felt as though it would pop at any time. Instantly, you knew you were sick, and as inconvenient as it was, you were due for it. You hadn’t gotten sick in who knows how long, so it almost felt like your body was forcing you to focus on yourself rather than Ellie for once.

You always wondered how people function properly when they were sick, getting things done, being productive, because you were the complete opposite. Being sick meant shutting down for approximately seven to nine business days until all of your symptoms were at least a tiny bit alleviated. You wouldn’t talk to anyone, or even tell anyone that you were sick, all you wanted was to sulk in bed and feel sorry for yourself until you got even remotely better.

You didn’t even text Ellie.

And your absence is what sends her into somewhat of a frenzy of anxiety. She’s so used to hearing from you almost every day, if not through text messages or calls, then through other apps where you two can send stupid memes and videos to each other. The first few days she rights off as you simply being busy, even if the entire situation at your house has her on edge and she’s thinking the absolute worst. But a day or two turns into a week, and it’s the longest Ellie has ever gone without hearing from you.

So now shes worried.

Because what happened to you? Are you angry with her? Have you finally realized that Ellie isn’t enough for you? That this awkward little game that you and her are playing is far too good for you? Because it is. Ellie knows deep in her bones that it is, she knows that she’s playing a dangerous game with you, dangling someone as fantastic as you by a thread, keeping you both separated by the whole friends with benefits facade that she knows is a load of bullshit.

And why does she do it? The same reason why anyone does, of course.

Ellie is a coward.

She’s the biggest coward there ever was, terrified of commitment, scared that the second she makes you here’s entirely things will change, and she’ll be forced to lose the single best thing that’s ever happened to her.

That, and the fact that you and Ellie have been friends since you were kids.

You both happened to be the new kids at the school in town, and it’s what brought you two together. You found friends in one another, and you decided to tackle the cruel adolescent world of middle school together rather than on your own.

The friends with benefits thing didn’t start until college, when one drunk night together lead to you straddling Ellie in some gross frat bedroom, grinding down on her as you pushed your tongue down her throat. At that point, Ellie had experienced many different nights with many different girls, earning a bit of a reputation at your university as a player, which you were very aware of. But regardless of all the girls she’d fallen into bed with, no one ever made her feel the way you did, never even came close.

And Ellie knew she couldn’t let go of that.

It became her own personal addiction, the silent agreement of fucking her best friend becoming a very frequent occurrence. Sleepovers would turn into nights filled with kisses and bliss, study sessions would almost always end with Ellie hovering over you with her hand shoved between your legs, playing with your pussy as much as she wanted until you became a moaning mess for her.

You two never truly discussed what you were, not until that night at least.

Ellie always thanked her lucky stars over the fact that you simply went along with it, allowing her to play with your body whenever she wanted, and you with hers. It was like a blessing, her beautiful best friend that she’d been obsessed with since the first day of sixth grade, now letting her see her in a way that she knew many didn’t see you in.

She should’ve known it was too good to be true.

Because that look in your eyes that night made Ellie’s heart race, and while she’d dreamt of you asking her that more times than she could count, it suddenly became her biggest nightmare. She couldn’t leave your room fast enough, the look of want, need, love in your eyes, practically begging her to make you more than just her friend she occasionally fucked.

As much as she didn’t want them to, she knew things would change after that.

She saw it in the way you acted that night at the lounge, denying her of alone time with you, quickly scurrying out of the booth as if you couldn’t get further away from her. And now your absence was only further confirming Ellie’s worst nightmare. You were done with her, years of friendship flushed down the fucking toilet because she was too much of a fucking coward to…

To….

To tell you how in love with you she was.

For once, why couldn’t she suck up her pride and just admit that she was in love? Did love make her weak? Did it mean she had to leave behind a life she didn’t even enjoy that much? The girls were great, a fun way to pass the time, but none of them held a candle to you, and she knew that. She even tried hooking up with someone the night she left your apartment, and it made her feel fucking sick.

And now you were leaving, and she had no one to blame but herself.

In true Ellie fashion though, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

As much as she knew she didn’t deserve one, she wanted an explanation. You both had been friends for too fucking long for her to be thrown away like this, even if it was her fault.

So? A little over a week since that night at the lounge, Ellie is marching her way up to your apartment, and landing a hard knock on your familiar front door.

The noise makes you jolt out of your sleep, the sound of the harsh knocking echoing throughout your small apartment. It makes you whine, because after yet another miserable night with no sleep, you were finally able to knock yourself out with some cold medicine you had delivered to your house. The sleep was heavy and uncomfortable but it was the only way you were able to get even a little bit of shut eye. You hoped and prayed that whoever it was would get the memo that you wouldn’t come to the door, however another string of knocks made you groan loudly, your sore throat rattling as you did so.

Your bones ached as you tossed your blanket back and swung your legs over the bed. The cold wooden floor was unwelcoming to your feet, making you shiver as you pushed yourself off of the bed with weak arms, slowly trudging towards your door.

When you finally get to it, you try your best to clear your throat, knowing that it’s all in vain. Nothing was strong enough to bring back your voice from the raspy sound that it was now, all the coughing and sneezing making it so that you could barely get one syllable out let alone a full sentence.

“Yes?” You rasp out as you opened the door, pouting in annoyance as you rub your sleep filled eyes, arms wrapping around your body to stop the inevitable shiver that ran down your spine every second.

Ellie feels her heart break when she sees you. Your hair is messy, dark bags settled under your eyes, nose red, and skin lacking the usual radiance you always emitted. You didn’t even wear your usual cute matching pajama set, instead wearing a big t shirt that nearly swallowed you whole, and a pair of baggy sweatpants that were extremely faded.

You were sick.

And all the mean things she had planned to say to you suddenly disappear, now replaced with the urge to take care of you, and beg to understand why you didn’t call her when you started feeling this way.

“Baby…” she almost whines out, heart aching at the sight of you. You didn’t even realize who it was at first, your fever ridden brain having a hard time adjusting to the figure at the door. Her voice gives it away first.

“Ellie?” You croak out, and the sound is nearly enough to bring Ellie to tears.

Without another word, she’s gently pushing past you to get into your apartment, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes never lead your figure as she studies your face.

“Ellie…you shouldn’t be here, I’m really not-“ you try, because the last thing you want is to get Ellie sick, subjecting her to the hell that you’ve had to live through for the past week.

She quickly cuts you off, shaking her head as she grabs a hold of your wrist, tugging you to your room.

“When did you start feeling this way?” Her tone is stern, but soft, and it makes your heart melt.

A nasty cough rattles your chest, and you groan at the pain you feel in your tired lungs. You let her pull the sheets back and help you into bed, instantly sighing as the warmth wraps you up, making you feel a bit better.

You clear your throat before you respond. “The morning after the lounge…didn’t wanna bother anyone” you confess, now letting the girl tuck you into bed.

There’s a permanent frown on her face as she bring her palm to your head, which only deepens when she feels how warm you are. “You’re burning up…” she mumbles under her breath.

She looks around your room, only to see that your beside table is littered with tiny signs that you’d been trying to take care of yourself. There were cough drops, different bottles of medicine, a box of tissues and a small compress. She sighs as she grabs one of the bottles, reading the back before she speaks to you again.

“When’s the last time you took this?” She questions, another ugly cough rattling through your poor lungs, making you whine as you push your face into your pillow, feeling utterly fed up with the current condition of your body.

“Dunno…just been trying to sleep it off instead” your words make Ellie frown deeply, knowing how stubborn you’d always been with medicine, often times far too deep in felt pity to even bring yourself to take it.

“Well you’re going to take some now..come on, sit up” she urges you gently, her tattooed hand gently grabbing your arm and pulling you sit up. She shook out the correct dosage of medicine for you before she handed it to you with a bottle of water, her green eyes filled with worry and concern as she eyed you as you took it.

She felt her heart ache at the mere sight of you, a permanent pout on your lips, eyes drained of the familiar brightness she’d come to love oh so much. She could see how much it visibly pained you to even drink the water, your hand coming up to cup your throat as if to soothe the pain from the outside in.

“Hurts?” She questioned gently, her hand coming behind you to rub your back gently. You give her a slow nod, eyes closing as you lean into her and her touch, the feeling of her warm hands making the chill in your bones melt almost immediately.

She gives you a nod before she helps you lay back down. “Stay here…I know what’ll help, okay baby?” She reassures you. You’re too weak to even respond, a shaky sigh leaving your lips as you settle down against your pillow, the medicine already doing its work to give you a break from the intense cough your body had grown used to within the last few days.

Ellie is on her feet once she’s sure you’ve settled, walking out of your bedroom and into your kitchen where she grabs your little tea kettle, filling it up with water and putting the water to boil. She grabs your favorite mug while the water heats up, as well as some peppermint tea and some honey.

She finds herself deep in thought while she waits for the water to boil, a soft frown playing on her lips as her knuckle raps against your counter.

Ellie absolutely hates herself for not being more proactive with you. She should’ve known you were getting sick from the moment you weren’t responding to her text messages earlier in the week, it was a typical sign on your end that you weren’t feeling like yourself, something that you’d often do to not burden anyone with what you were feeling. But you were all alone, and it was Ellie’s job as your friend to take care of you when you needed her.

She sighs to herself as she finishes making up your tea, tapping the spoon on the edge of your mug before she brought it to her mouth, humming at the taste before she nodded to herself and brought it to your room.

The medicine must have knocked you out immediately, because your eyes are closed and your lips are parted in the slightest as soft snore escapes from your body. It makes Ellie groan to herself as she gently sits on your bed, hating the fact that she had to disturb your sleep.

“Baby?…come on pretty girl…wake up and drink a bit of this, then you can go back to bed” her soft voice reaches you in the depths of your fever ridden brain, and it makes you blink your eyes open to see if it’s another dream, or if she’s actually there.

Hazy eyes blink back at Ellie, a soft whine leaving your lips as you bring your hand up to rub your eyes, the nasty cough rattling through your chest as you promptly sit up for her, reaching out and taking the mug.

“You shouldn’t be here Ellie….what if I get you sick?” You croak out before bringing the mug to your lips, taking a sip of the warm drink, allowing it to soothe your aching throat.

Ellie watches you intently before she rolls her eyes playfully. “Jokes on you, getting sick would just mean you have to take care of me” she gives you a wink, and you groan softly, nudging her with your blanket clad foot before you take another sip and set the mug on your bedside table.

“Feels like my fever broke…I should be able to take care of myself now, El” you try, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you settle back against your pillow, tugging your blankets up to your chin.

Ellie watches you closely, you were clearly in need of sleep, exhaustion taking over your weak body the second your head hit the pillow. She simply hummed at your response before she pushed herself off the bed. You assumed this was here obeying, silently leaving because she assumed you were already fast asleep, however the girl was kicking off her shoes instead, leaving her only in her sweatpants and her t-shirt before she promptly crawled in next to you in your bed.

You whine softly, but still let her tug you closer. Her strong hands are like ice on your warm thigh, tugging it over her leg and pressing your body against hers. She’s so warm, and you can’t help but push your cold hands under her shirt, pressing against her warm stomach. She chuckles softly as it makes her shiver, keeping you close regardless.

“Might as well stay since I’m here now, yeah?” She hums out softly, earning only a weak hum from you in response.

Ellie isn’t sure if she’s ever seen anyone fall asleep so quickly, soft snores leaving your lips again as she holds you close, rubbing small shapes into your back as she simply lays there, holding you in your bed.

It makes her heart ache when she realizes this is the first time she’s back here with you since you asked her what you were to her that one night. It makes her wonder how much things would’ve changed up until now if she’d told you the truth, told you just how much she wanted you to be hers and only hers, dropping the stupid act of being single and being free for you would’ve been much smarter than what she did instead.

Seeing you sick, in bed and all alone made Ellie feel like she’d failed you, not only as someone who was madly in love with you, but as your friend. What kind of friend ignored the signs, forcing you to take care of yourself when you felt so poorly.

Watching you lay there, sleeping soundly as you so deserved in her arms made Ellie’s heart burst with a feeling she knew she’d had for you for such a long time, since she’d met you really. Taking care of you felt even better.

So that’s exactly what she was gonna do.

Ellie doesn’t leave your side the entire time she’s there with you.

Which is about three days. You were already coming to the end of your cold when she had found you, and while it felt worse than when you first got sick, the end was near.

Your heart would flutter every time Ellie would wake you up for your medicine, or gently tug you out of bed for a warm bath, she’d even managed to run down to your favorite cafe for a bowl of soup in record breaking time to make sure you were getting something good to eat. She did everything in her power to nurse you back to health, never once agreeing with your many pleas to leave you there alone before you got her sick.

When you finally stopped asking her to leave you, you were left with the plaguing thoughts that you tried getting rid of, the ones filled with Ellie denying your question, denying you of the answer you wanted so badly when you asked her what you were to her. It made no sense to you, someone that used your body at their disposal, caring so much for your health and your wellbeing, you truly couldn’t outweigh the reasons as to why Ellie was suddenly here, when she wasn’t before.

It didn’t take long for your fever to break completely, and for the cough to subside to something that happened only once in a while rather than every minute or so. It was finally starting to look up for you.

Which meant Ellie had to leave soon.

You were sat up in your bed while Ellie was in your kitchen, washing up some of the dishes from when you and her had eaten together, a permanent frown on your lips as you toyed with the blanket draped over your legs.

Ellie returned, a soft smile on her face as she watched the way you were sat up, looking far more alert than a few days prior.

“You’re looking so much better, baby…that’s good to see” she hummed out as she moved to crawl into bed with you, taking her usual spot. She leaned in, wanting to press a kiss to your neck, she lets out a soft huff when you try to pull away.

“Hm? What’s the matter? I already told you I don’t care if I get sick…” you can hear the smirk in her voice as she leans in again, this time aiming for the corner of your lips.

You just couldn’t take it anymore.

You pressed your hand to her chest, finally looking into her eyes. She can tell by the look on your face that this is much more than you fussing over her getting sick.

“I can’t…what is this Ellie? I appreciate you taking care of me and helping me get better but…” your words trail off, a soft pout on your lips as you struggle with the words you want to say before you let out a gentle sigh, eyes dropping from Ellie’s, looking down at your lap instead.

“This feels too intimate…the kissing…the way touch me…” you explain, your voice falling to nothing but a small, hoarse sound.

“I want to respect what you said about us…but you’re making it really hard when you treat me like I’m your girlfriend” you sigh out, hating that you even had to explain any of this to Ellie in the first place.

She’s frowning at this point, eyebrows furrowed as she eyes you carefully. It feels like you’re practically twisting the knife that had been lodged into her heart from the moment you asked her what you were to her. She ignorantly wished you two could just ignore it all, let it blow over while she pretended she could have you in the way she wanted, all while hurting you at the same time.

“I think we just…shouldn’t do these things anymore…the kissing, the fucking….” Your words are shaky, and Ellie can hear that you’re at the brink of tears without even seeing your face.

And she knows this is it, she’s lost her chance.

You finally look up at her, your eyes red and filled with tears threatening to spill out onto your soft cheeks.

“I’m sorry…I appreciate you coming here and helping me but I can’t-“ your words are cut off by Ellie’s lips on yours. Both of her hands are cupping your face as she gives you a kiss so filled with passion, it’s nearly enough to make you whine. But as good as her lips feel, you’re quick to push her off.

“Ellie no! I told you, you’ll get sick” you complain, your hands wrapped around both of her wrists as you pull them away from your face.

A moment passes as she simply stares into your eyes, a pleading looking written on her face as if she’s silently begging you to hear her, to understand what she wants to convey all without saying a single word in the process.

But you don’t.

“I’m not like you, Ellie…I get attached, and I want more with you…more than you want with me and it just won’t-“ it’s the second time she’s cutting you off for the night, this time she speaks.

“And I love that!” she blurts out finally, her voice cracking with the amount of emotions that filled her up, from simply staring into your eyes.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you eye the girl closely, shaking your head as you try to understand. “But you said….” Your words trail off, because even recalling the words she’d said to you that night hurts.

Ellie sighs softly before she shakes her head. “I know what I said…and I’m an idiot for it” she groans out, knowing deep down this would always have been the outcome of her actions, whether she wanted it or not.

She reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before her hand dropped down to cup your cheek gently.

“I’ve wanted you…since the moment I laid eyes on you” she breaths out. You can practically hear the relief it brings her, just from admitting it to you. Ellie feels as though the weight of the world is lifted off of her shoulders when the words fall from the tip of her tongue.

You simply stare at her, eyes wide and eager to hear more, practically begging her to go on.

Her pink tongue darts from her behind her lips, thumb stroking your cheek gently before she continued to speak. “I felt like when we started doing this…it would be my ticket to finally telling you how much I love you…clearly I’m too much of a coward for that” she chuckles out, only half joking as the bitter words fall into the air of your room.

The moment of silence that falls between the two of you feels like an eternity, it feels too long since you’ve said something and it makes Ellie feel sick. She didn’t know what she was hoping for when she told you, it whatever was happening was far from it.

And so, she begins to panic.

“I’m sorry I ever said those things to you. I just didn’t know what to say when you asked and I panicked and it just-“ it’s your turn to cut her off, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers to shut her up. It makes Ellie melt as soon as you do, a soft whine leaving her lips as one of her hands falls down to your waist, wanting you as close as possible.

Your lips work against hers for a moment before you finally pull apart, a soft smile on your lips as you stare into her eyes.

“So you love me, hm?” You tease her, and it makes Ellie whine as she falls back to lay against your pillow, tugging you down with her by your waist as she pulls you to straddle her lower body.

“That’s all you gathered? Here I am confessing my undying love and apologizing at the same time and all you get is one thing” she smirks as she stares up at you, her hands caressing your bare thighs.

“You’re lucky I’m used to your idiotic tendencies…I don’t think anyone would deal with this behavior” you hear her again with a fake pout, which earns a fake groan from her end before she gives your thighs a firm squeeze.

“Good thing it’s you then, hm?” She mumbles out softly, making you giggle before you bend down to attach your lips to hers, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the girl now that feelings had been confessed.

After a moment of your lips against hers, you hear Ellie groan, which makes you frown as you pull away. “Everything okay baby?” You ask softly, only to see that Ellie is pouting childish up at you.

“My throat kinda hurts…”

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Saying “I Love You” for the first time. - Mouthwashing HC

These are written with the pretense that… THEY LIKE U BACK!! (Except for Swansea cause he’s married…sorri) THIS WAS SO PAINFUL CAUSE I WAS WRITING THEM IN PARAGRAPHS AND THEN… boom. 1000+ words lost. Never writing on tumblr again, rookie mistake. Anyways, enjoy!! Promise next post will be higher effort

Curly (Pre-Crash)

He’s quick to make a teasing comment on your unprofessionalism, confessing to your captain and all. But he’s honestly super flustered and trying not to grin like a kid on Christmas Day.

He takes a moment to sit with it. It’s likely that you two would have made advances toward each other for a while, as Curly is the type to take things slow if he’s serious. After a year of pining, you two were finally dating! But hearing those words from your lips brought him to such happiness because he knew you meant it unconditionally, without expecting anything from him.

After this instance, it became common practice for both of you to remind the other of your love. Curly had never been a “words-of-affirmation” kind of guy, but this was an exception. “I love you” turned into his favorite phrase, as it was the perfect way to release the tension building in his heart from just how badly he had fallen for you.

Curly (Post-Crash)

He honestly couldn’t believe that you could stomach looking at him, let alone still sit with romantic feelings for him. It brought him to tears when he heard it, unable to comprehend how somebody could show him such boundless affection and care. He wasn’t used to unconditional love.

He forced himself through the immense pain to slur the words back, and that’s when you began to cry. He forced it out again and again, until you convinced him through pleading not to speak. You knew how much it hurt him, so you assured him that knowing was enough. You didn’t need the reassurance.

Upon your return to Earth, Curly not only had surgeries to make his face a little more structurally sound, but he had attended speech therapy to make up for the years he spent in near silence. One of the first things he learned was your name, and then “I love you.” It brought you to tears hearing it again for the first time in so long. It was okay though, as he could hold you in his scarred arms as long as you needed to cry it all out.

Daisuke

At first, he thought you were being silly. “Aww, I love you too,” he giggled. It wasn’t until you spoke up again with a more serious tone that he realized, and you swear you’d never seen a man turn red so fast. He was so taken aback, asking you at least five times if you were serious and if you were sure. Once his nerves were satisfied, he returned the gesture.

“I love you too. Like a lot, a lot. Soooo much. Like, I really thought I was tweaking out or something from like, the way my whole body would go numb around you and my brain would get fuzzy-“ his drawn out explanation on how his romantic feelings for you overwhelmed him made you laugh. Within the next day, you two were dating.

Even before you two got together, Daisuke ranted to anybody who would listen about just how perfect you were. Now? Oh, man. Swansea has been really considering throwing him out into space after hearing about your confession for the twentieth time from his loud-ass mouth.

Anya

It was honestly a relief to her that you had said something first. She had been trying her best to stay professional, but seeing you all the time, your smile and laugh, the way you spoke passionately about what you loved; it made it harder every day as she fell further for you. You were one of the first people she grew close to on the Tulpar, and the first she went to when Jimmy… did what he did. The trust between you both was ample and strong.

She was quick to say it back, like it was a breath of air she’d been holding in way too long and needed out. You two laughed from the sheer relief on her face, teasing her thoroughly about it. She didn’t hesitate to grill you right back for being the one who confessed first. It shut you up pretty fast. You both agreed within the hour to start dating!

There were mixed reactions among the crew. Some extremely supportive, and then some straight up bitter and resentful (Jimbo). Jimmy began to treat you especially cruelly, and you refused to stand by and let it happen. Curly also helped to defend you when he could, seemingly coming to his senses about Jimmy’s behavior. You could tell that Anya felt intense guilt for your pain, but you assured her that it wasn’t her fault. It was your decision to date her knowing everything you did. You were happy by her side. She certainly cried over that privately, completely enamored.

Swansea

Swansea is married, so he knew to take your words in a familial sense. He didn’t return it, saying something like, “You’d better kid. With all I do for you.” But when you him on his lonesome in the utility room? Yeah, he smiled about it.

f you had a bad childhood due to your parents, Swansea could tell pretty quick. He never considered it his problem, but even still, he took you under his wing with Daisuke. He wanted to give you guidance in the ways he knew how. You deserved that, at least. He would go out of his way to help you when you needed, mostly with solving practical problems. He had never been the most emotionally aware, but he tried with you. He figured even if he couldn’t assist you much, it’d be good practice for his daughter on the way.

That’s not to say he never had any advice. He struggled to comfort, but he was quick to pick up on your mistakes and told you the blatant truth. You appreciated that, even if he was harsh at times, cause it helped you become a better person.

Jimmy

Your confession was certainly an ego boost, but nothing past that. He couldn’t believe that you could say something like “I love you” to someone like him without there being pity behind it. Even still, he returned the gesture because he knew that getting with you would make you so much easier to use. He took the opportunity.

The entire crew, aside from you two, were completely flabbergasted when they found out you two were together. Swansea was quick to ask “Why,” hoping to understand the reason behind such a horrible decision on your part. He didn’t get a good answer from you. Anya felt such pity for you, sure that a good person like you had been manipulated into that position. Even still, she couldn’t help you without putting herself in danger, so she kept her distance.

After the crash, Jimmy took out all his frustrations on you in private through abuse: sexual, physical, verbal, and however else he felt in the moment. Nobody was confused when you started wearing more covering clothes beneath your uniform. Swansea was the only one to really step up against Jimmy when he found that he was hurting you. You had to beg Swansea not to kill Jimmy for that alone, and even still, jimmy got a beating. Daisuke checked on you as much as possible, worrying constantly for your well being. Curly found your relationship to be one more thing to feel guilt over, as he once again couldn’t do a single thing to protect somebody from him.

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Sex on your Period with the Baki Cast

Exactly what's on the tin, kids get lost, obviously NSFW. We are horny this week. Also a lot of these just turned into the Baki cast giving the reader oral, which isn't a bad thing in the slightest lmfao. Also, slight blook kink involved, since that's not everyone's thing.

Baki: He knew damn well he couldn't beat up your period to make it stop hurting you. He could, however, fuck your brains out and at least make you feel better for just a second, and that was exactly what he was doing. There was a towel beneath the two of you to catch the blood that steadily seeped from your weeping pussy around his cock as he pounded into you, panting and gasping, holding onto your hips desperately, his nails biting into your soft flesh as he desperately bucked into you, gasping and moaning. He was in pure bliss at even the thought of making you feel better when you were having a rough time. If he could take it on for you, he would, he'd told you time and time again, but when he'd heard that orgasms helped with period cramps, he couldn't help himself. Looking up at him through your lashes revealed his content expression, smiling as he watched your bodies connecting over and over again, the soft trailing of blood down your inner thighs, smeared all over his hips and your mons as his thumb circled around your clit, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he felt you jolt, squeezing him tighter for just a moment.

He laughed breathlessly, licking his teeth as he rubbed harder, faster, tighter circles just to feel the muscles in your thighs jolt and jerk around his hips, just to hear the increasing pitch of your moans, to feel how snug you grew as he pushed you closer and closer to your climax. He leaned down to look you in the eyes, rolling his hips slowly, listening to the soft squeak you let out. "Come on baby, that's it, use me to feel better."

Kozue: Water pelted at your back, the cool porcelain of the bathtub the only thing keeping you from getting too hot, albeit just barely. One of your legs was thrown over Kozue's hip, the other resting beneath it, her own wrapped around your waist and beneath your opposite thigh, her head tipped back and throat bared, her chest rising and falling with each sharp, panting breath, her face and chest flushed a bright red as the two of you ground against each-other, blood smearing across skin only to be washed away by the water almost immediately, but the pleasure didn't fade, only growing most intense as the two of you continued rutting against each-other in the shower, voices barely drowned out by the running water, muffled by each-others lips as desperate, sloppy kisses were shared as reassurance. Tiny, shallow thrusts against each-other, hands roaming, caressing, tweaking, cupping, pressing. Kozue moaned high and soft, shivering against you, but she hadn't cum just yet, but she was damn close.

Her hand snared around your wrist, pulling your hand to her clit, whining softly in need and want as she rolled her hips against yours, trying to push harder, closer, but she just didn't have enough to get her through this, she needed more and you both knew it. "Please, please I just need you!"

Hanayama: He didn't care about blood on the furniture. The furniture had seen blood before, it could see it again. And as far as he was concerned, he was going to have you shaking and sobbing on his fingers, blood or not. He fingers slowly pumping in and out of your slickened core brushed against just the right spots with just the right amount of pressure to have your ability to form coherent words beyond pleas for more and his name, his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit as he massaged your insides, soothing an ache you hadn't even realized was present anymore. He was silent as he watched you, his eyes studying your face as he brought you closer and closer to your edge, slowly increasing the speed as he watched your expressions contort, heard your soft moans grow higher and higher in pitch and volume, felt your pussy practically seizing around his fingers.

His palm slapped against your clit as he fucked you on his fingers, abandoning the notion of being jealous. You saw stars with each deep strike, groaning low and desperate as he brought you to the edge, and then over, practically forcing you to cum as he pressed into you hard, palm grinding against your clit. "You know, if you weren't feeling well you should just tell me, look what happens."

Chiharu: He was eager. Whining, humping at the air, desperate to get some friction as he kneeled at your feet, his eyes half-closed as you pulled his hair, his lips meeting your cunt in a kiss that almost carried an air of worship. You were bleeding, and he offered to make you feel better, but you were much too sore to take his excited fucking, so you'd settled for the better alternative: having him kneel and eat you out. So far, he was eager to perform, lapping at your bloodied folds eagerly. There was no concern in him not liking the taste of blood, he'd tasted more than enough of his own to grow sick of the taste, but if it was yours, in a situation like this he didn't think he would ever get bored of it. He eagerly sucked at your clit as your fingers messed up his carefully coifed hair, leaving messy blonde strands sticking to his forehead as he ate you out, not allowed to touch himself, not until you were done with his mouth.

His hands desperately gripped at the meat of your thighs, his eyes pleading up at you for something, but he wasn't going to pull back and ask you for what he wanted. Instead, he simply closed his eyes again, brow furrowing as one of his hands came free from your leg, your grip on his hair tightening in warning before he slit it along his chin, slowly pressing into you up to the first knuckle of his middle finger, taking a small break to mutter against your quivering core as he pumped into you slowly. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard doll face, I promise."

Katsumi: His hands were held firm above his head, tied to the frame with his own karate belt as you rode him hard and fast, your hips slamming down against his, bouncing back up slightly, his head thrown back as he moaned wantonly. You'd had your reservations originally about this idea, but he'd insisted he was going to wash blankets anyways for some spring cleaning, a little bit of blood wasn't anything. He wasn't just sitting there and looking pretty, however, he was eagerly bucking his hips up as yours rose, desperate to stay as deep inside as possible for as long as possible, whimpering little pleas for more, harder, faster into the air for your ears only. Only you could hear him begging you to ride him just the way he liked, the kind that made him feel like nothing more than a pretty little fuck toy, but that was more than enough for him.

Your nails bit into his chest, adding a new set of scratches to the growing collection that he was amassing. By the time you were done with him, his hips would be stained in red, and his chest would match. Another loud clap rang through the air as your hips met his again, the entirety of your weight dropping against him, enough to make you both see stars, a strangled moan escaping his lips. "Fuck that's it baby, use this cock to take the edge off, I'll be good."

Jack: You'd think you'd get used to seeing him with blood on his face, but that blood wasn't normally yours, and it was normally because he'd bitten the hell out of someone in the ring. But now? Oh no, now he'd come up gasping for air, a borderline feral look in his eyes, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate his fill of your sweet pussy, his pupils blown wide in hunger as he stared up at you, almost in a trance as he licked his lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his hot, panting breaths ghosting over your sensitive skin before he dove back in eagerly, letting your legs clamp down on either side of his head as he kissed, licked and sucked, working over your sensitive clit with his tongue, eyes sliding closed in bliss at the taste of you, your skin made for a world-class texture against his tongue, regardless of the sharp coppery tang of your blood. Most would think that you'd wind up being the most vocal, but he was moaning just as loud as you, tongue dipping between your folds to seek out every corner he could reach, but it still wasn't enough, it wasn't enough even as he felt you cum against his face.

He pulled back again, taking a moment to breathe, his strong chest rising and falling with each heaving inhale and exhale as he stared down at you. It should have been terrifying, but the look of bliss on his face had you hungering for more. If you let him, he'd probably spend the entire week between your thighs. Yet again, that idea wasn't so bad, now was it? He leaned over you, caging you in with his arms, still panting, blood dripping off his chin onto your chest before he butted his forehead against yours. "Baby let me make you feel good, please."

Kosho: He whined, hands gripping at the soft fat of your hips as his hips ground against yours, his cock sliding between your thighs, grinding against your cunt in slow, soft strokes, grinding against your slickened lips as he panted in your ear. You could feel the tremble in his hands as pleasure coursed through him, his hair sticking to the back of your neck as he pressed his chest against your back as closely as he could, whimpering as you clenched your thighs for just a second. You could claim to now know what you were doing to him, but you both knew that you did. You could feel each throb of his achingly hard cock as he passed it between your thighs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he eagerly humped against you, a whine escaping him, his voice just as shaky as his hands, but his hips remained steady.

He'd been behaving for you, gently stimulating your clit with the fat head of his cock as it passed over your folds time and time again. You'd been doing this for almost an hour at this point and it was turning into a delightful and comfortable test of his stamina, and so far, you couldn't help but be impressed. He whined again as you squeezed him, precum spilling from the swollen tip, trailing down the front of your thigh as a mumbled plea passed through his lips. "Baby please, please let me cum, you feel so good, so beautiful, please!"

Kureha: You'd have thought that this position would be so uncomfortable that sex would be the last thing on your mind. Your shoulders were the only things touching the ground, your hips held high above your head, just barely pressed against the edge of the bed, your legs held apart. And maybe if your partner had less god-like skills, it would have been far to uncomfortable to continue, but as the doctor pounded into your weeping cunt, there was only pleasure to be found. Each drag of the thick, meaty muscle against your inner walls made you whine and writhe beneath him, blood dripping down your back (or was it up?) and chest as he grunted and groaned above you, hips merciless in his pursuit of pleasure. A breathless laugh and a wink down at you had your little amount of worried quelled as his thumb massaged your clit slowly and rhythmically. He wasn't going to stop until he had you screaming his name and only his name.

He was intent on fulfilling his promise, after all. Pleasure so blinding you'd forget about your pain and discomfort for hours. Granted, it was because he was probably going to tire you out so much that you wouldn't be able to do anything other than pass out, but that wasn't a problem as long as he kept fucking you like a dirty little whore on his bedroom floor. He let out a breathy laugh, smirking down at you. "Are you going to doubt me next time when I say that you're going to be alright?"

Retsu: Slow, gentle and sweet. That's what Retsu was good at, slowly, gently, and sweetly. He was an angel in disguise, you were convinced, your chests pressed together as his fingers massaged your insides, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered his love against your lips, his eyes shining brightly with his adoration of you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his tender love and affection with whispered promises of making it all better had soothed you into relaxing enough to let him do this for you, all for you. It was always all for you, in his eyes, and that was what made this worth it as he watched the look of bliss on your face morph and twist as the gentle pleasure steadily grew, his fingers reaching deep as they stroked and gently pressed at your insides, his thumb rubbing slowly across your clit, coaxing you towards an orgasm that had you gasping and clawing at his bare shoulders, his lips pressed against your forehead as you trembled beneath him.

He wanted nothing more than to see the look of bliss on your face persist for another few hours, the specially prepared stock would be ready soon and he hoped that it would help you feel much better and more energized. His lips met yours in a gentle, loving kiss as he felt you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, continuing his gentle massage, uttering a whispered promise against your skin. "I will do anything I can to make you feel this good for the rest of our lives."

Doppo & Natsue: Seeking hands were what you were used to, but now it was almost too much as Natsue occupied your hands, your fingers being put to good use as she gazed lovingly into your eyes, caressing your face as Doppo slowly rolled his hips against yours, filling you slowly with his thick cock, a familiar look of fond bemusement on his face as he did so, watching his loves share the pleasure with him in their time of need. He didn't mind blood, not in the slightest, a fact that he drove home as his tongue darted out between his lips, lapping up a spot of blood off of his lips from when he'd greedily set himself between Natsue's thighs, perfectly happy to serve the both of you at the same time. If someone saw him now, they'd probably assume that he'd killed someone. They spoke gentle words of encouragement, shared tender expressions of love with you and each-other. The loop of pleasure fed from start to finish, shared and hoarded by all three of you as your pleasure grew slowly to another crescendo, likely the last of the night, the pain in your belly long forgotten.

Doppo's hand met your hip in a gentle touch as he brought Natsue in for a loving, tender kiss, unabashedly moaning into her mouth. He couldn't get enough of the both of you, your delightful pussy sucking him in deep, greedily demanding more from him, and her gentle, plush lips that tasted of tea and fruits that he'd grown accustomed to kissing time and time again. "Come on, my beautiful girls, cum for me, let me see how good you feel."

Shibukawa: He liked an air of unexpectedness in the bedroom, he liked doing something that would surprise you and catch you off-guard, but it would always end in you being satisfied, regardless of how strange it may have been. Now was no different as he held you pinned to his futon, an arm looped around your throat as his hips ground against yours, slow and deep thrusts in combination with the slow lack of oxygen forcing you to blink back tears of pleasure, the sticky, tacky and slick puddle of your own blood had no doubt soaked through the towel he'd laid down haphazardly, but that was the last thing on your mind at that moment as your clit throbbed in time with your temples, your pulse racing as his slow, sticky thrusts elicited noises almost as filthy as the ones that escaped your lips, gasps groans and grunts with each clap against your ass, your hands held behind your back.

The amount of energy he could muster on such notice was nothing short of astounding, though by the glint in his eye, he'd been planning this for a while and had only just decided to act on it. You'd have to think of a way to get him back, and you'd have started plotting if it wasn't that moment when your body tensed and jolted, a sharp gasp being forced from you as you came, seeing stars as your vision blurred, his voice the only thing you heard clearly as he kept stroking your insides. "That's right, leave it all to me, don't bother using that pretty little head, this is about you tonight."

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My Boy (We Don't See Each Other Much)

a third fic request from unkat has reached me for some gamer au shenanigans. cool, i thought, nice low stakes goofin off fun time au. lets put some military industrial complex in there

cw: institutionalized homophobia, vague references to USAmerican military operations in the 2000's, gamer lingo

The raid was a resounding success by their guild's lax standards. Chilchuck managed to pull a rare light armor piece he'd been looking for, finally catching him up to the modern game; he was surprised by how much damage the standard grinding mobs were doing to him now, even if his defense was always going to be lower than the tanks and fighters he partied with. Laios landed the biggest critical hit he'd ever seen; the broadsword Chilchuck nabbed for him off the Auction House was working well for him. He was clearly still riding the high, humming the victory fanfare under his breath as he took inventory and milled about with Senshi, comparing the ingredients they’d collected, trading amongst themselves. It was late, though, close to Senshi’s prep hours. Marcille was fighting against the cozy lethargy that followed a glass of wine and swiftly losing. Falin had already logged out to take a shower and head to bed, stopping by Laios’ door for a hug goodnight.

Laios went right back to the desktop after he shut the door. He pulled his headset back on and heard the familiar sound of Chilchuck’s raspy inhale and then a long, satisfied exhale.

“Chilchuck!” Laios said, too eagerly. “You’re still up?”

“No, I’m fast asleep,” Chilchuck drawled. Laios snorted and threw a rock at Chilchuck’s head. It passed through harmlessly; neither of them wanted the hassle of dedicated PVP. Maybe Laios wasn’t as keen on roleplaying as Marcille and Falin were, but the roleplaying server had been a lot kinder to him than the standard ones he usually played on.

“You were right about the sword,” Laios tittered. “I really have to start doing the math instead of just looking at bigger numbers—uh, focusing on how sharp the blade is, I mean.”

Chilchuck coughed through a laugh, leaning away from the mic so that it didn’t blow Laios’ eardrums out. “I think some of the guides are a little out of date,” Chilchuck said, relaxed enough to drop character. Marcille was still nearby, though the AFK symbol appeared under her name; the elf she played nodded off, ears drooping.  “Critical chance used to be calculated with this really convoluted system that also included timers, so there were only so many crits you could get in the span of a few minutes,” he went on. “They updated it recently so that you roll for a critical every hit.”

“Oh, thank God,” Laios said. “On a timer? How long did raids use to take?”

“Oh, upwards of four hours.” Chilchuck said casually. Laios sputtered. “I know, I know. I guess people had more free time back then… though with how people run multiple raids a night now, I guess it’s down to how committed you are.”

“So critical hit percentage is the thing I should focus on, then.”

“For your build, yeah.”

“Why does everyone recommend focusing on damage per second?”

“It’s a recent change, I think it got pushed out just before you signed up. They’ve tweaked it a lot, so people tend to get confused on how it works now, as it gets buffed and nerfed. Attack and attack speed used to be connected to the same value, so there are other ways you can focus on dealing damage instead of just right clicking the dragon and watching one of twelve timers tick down.” Chilchuck smiled and took another drag. “I think they’re trying to freshen things up a little. I like the changes.”

“Really? Everyone in the forums talks about how much they hate it.”

“If they’re old enough to be using the forums, they’re old enough to hate their favorite thing changing,” Chilchuck laughed.

“But not you,” said Laios. There was a warmth there that Chilchuck didn’t see a reason for.

“Eh.” Chilchuck’s ears burned under his headset. “Maybe a little bit. They don’t make shooters like they used to.” There was a pause. “Oh, right, you don’t like those.”

“Just the super hoo-rah military ones,” Laios breathed. “I can do Team Fortress 2. That one’s pretty fun.”

“Oh! I play that with—a friend, sometimes,” Chilchuck stammered. “Do you… I’m still kind of wired. I got a day off tomorrow. Do you—”

“Yeah!” His mic clipped. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Wait, you don’t have a test tomorrow or anything, do you?”

“… No.”

“I don’t like that hesitation.”

Laios huffed and puffed and logged out of Dungeon Divers with little warning, but usernames were exchanged and soon Laios’ avatar (a dragon, what else) popped up in Chilchuck’s scant friend list, nestled between Dan and May.

“I didn’t think you’d be cool enough to play TF2,” Laios teased.

“Cool people play TF2? I thought it was all screaming toddlers.”

“There are a few of those, yeah,” Laios admitted.

“I played the original game. It was a lot different. I don’t really keep up with it these days, but…”

“No worries,” Laios chirped. “I’ll take care of you.”

Chilchuck felt something zip down his spine. “I’m not that bad.”

They played three matches with the usual late night crowd, and it was a miracle if Chilchuck could stay alive for longer than a minute or two, let alone get a kill. Laios, on the other hand, clawed up every scoreboard and sat at the top. He started with Sniper; Chilchuck followed him while waiting for his respawn timer to run out, flicking between first and third person views. He watched as opponents’ heads would pop like grapes the moment they touched Laios’ reticle, faster than Chilchuck’s eyes could tell his brain to move his fingers.

“Okay, maybe I’m pretty bad,” Chilchuck admitted. “Compared to you.”

Laios missed a shot and sputtered. “I’m concentrating…!” A Spy knifed him, and Chilchuck could hear Laios whack his mouse against the table in frustration. Chilchuck laughed.

“Relax, that’s your first one this round,” he teased. “Your reflexes are crazy. Maybe I’m getting too old for twitchy games like this.”

“The mechanics have changed a lot and all the tryhards are on,” Laios conceded, breathing out the annoyance. “I’ll switch to Heavy. Wanna be my Medic? I can keep more of an eye on you.”

Chilchuck sniffed at his demotion to pocket healer, but then at least he’d be getting assist kills. “Alright, fine.”

Many assist kills were had, and all was well. It was fun to watch Laios’ brain work, bobbing and weaving and jumping around. He played like May did, hyperfocused on the movement mechanics; Chuck’s wrists weren’t any good for that anymore, so he usually hung back to support anyway.

“So why TF2 and not Call of Duty?” Chilchuck asked between matches, lighting another cigarette in search of the now-elusive nicotine buzz. “Seems like you’re really good. You could probably go pro if you wanted.”

Chuck heard a rustling against the mic. Sounded like Laios fiddling with the thing, maybe rubbing his face. He heard a scratch of stubble.

“Eh. I just—don’t like the military aesthetic very much, or something,” Laios mumbled. “I, uh. I served, and it’s a little…”

Chilchuck coughed. “You served? As in, served in the army?”

“Yeah.” There was a chuckle from the other line. “What? Is it that surprising?”

“Well, you just never…” Chuck scratched at the nape of his neck. “You never said anything that made me think… I don’t know what I thought. You didn’t seem like the type.”

“That’s because I’m not,” Laios snorted. “I was a good shot, but not a good soldier, if that makes any sense?”

Chuck wet his dry lips and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t lock into the next game, and the queue dumped them out. Laios didn’t reset it.

“So you objected? Conscientious objection? Is that what it’s called?”

“That’s what it’s called, but uh… it takes a while to get that done if you enlisted voluntarily. You have to plead your case for it. I thought about it, but I didn’t get the chance.”

Chilchuck swallowed dryly, then tapped some ash out into the ceramic tray Patty made for him many Father’s Days ago. “So you were kicked out?”

“Discharged, yeah,” Laios sighed. His chair creaked as he leaned back, too. “Other than honorable.”

Chuck winced. “What did you do?”

There was that rustling again. “I, um. If you don’t ask, I don’t have to tell you.”

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I”—Chilchuck’s eyes went wide—"ohhh.”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously? They booted you over a thing like that?”

Laios laughed weakly. “It’s in the regulations.”

“Still? When there’s, like, five wars going on?”

“Yep. I got a little pamphlet about it and everything. It’s rarer these days, and most people now get let off with an honorable, but…” Laios sighed. “My case was a whole thing. I didn’t fit in great with the rest of my platoon to begin with, and I maybe… I maybe misread some signals. You get bored out there, you know. Lonely. Got a little too close to my bunky…” Laios cleared his throat. “He let me down easy, but I guess he said something to somebody. I don’t think he’d go straight to the brass, he told me he wouldn’t, but someone must have overheard and that counts as credible evidence, so…”

Laios popped his lips with a click of his tongue. Chilchuck was frozen, ashes falling from the end of his cigarette into the crevices of his already dirty keyboard. The cigarette had almost burned down to the filter; money burning up in unsmoked nicotine. “I was probably going to leave anyway,” Laios said, to fill the silence. “I didn’t like being out there. If anything it kept me from being stupid and going AWOL. But if you talk to the VA—or my dad, heh—I  might as well have.”

Laios wheezed. Chilchuck blinked some smoke out of his eyes and stubbed out his cigarette.

“Hang on, you were on active duty and they’re hassling you at the VA over healthcare?”

“Oh yeah. Anything less than a general discharge is going to get you some hassle. I’m still on general health insurance, lowest tier. I’m not on TRICARE.”

Chilchuck pinched the pressure point between his eyebrows. “There’s gotta be a way to appeal that.”

“There might be. But I’ve spent about 40 hours of my life on the phone with them since I got back, and I’m not keen on spending anymore.” Laios made a blech sort of noise, disgusted, a little childish. “I hate phone calls. Besides, they gave me some money for college, so it wasn’t a complete wash.”

“Small miracles,” Chilchuck mumbled.

“Yup,” Laios breathed. He drummed his fingers on his desk, loud enough to reach the mic. Then there were a couple rhythmic bongo slaps against the table, nervous. “Ready for another game?”

Chuck looked at his watch. It was 4:32 AM.

“Sure. Night’s still young,” he said, for lack of anything comforting to say. “Play Heavy again.”

“Okay,” Laios said, and there was a smile in his voice. So that was something.

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City Girl Rescue

(a/n: so basically reader is jackie but w “y/n” and reader isnt down bad for cole. Enjoy 🫶🏻 also i have a good pt 2 in my head so lmkk if anyone wants that eventhough ill prob write one anyway cuz i am down bad for this man 💋 cole aint got nothing on him)

My Life With the Walter Boys

Alex Walter x reader

plot: reader gets lost during walk during thanksgiving drama, but of course everything goes wrong. (same plot as in the show but i tweaked it)

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Goosebumps, annoying, airpods in. It’s hard to ignore the persistent drama of the Walter house. Especially the drama between, my boyfriend, Alex and, his older brother, Cole. Not to mention the glances Cole keeps throwing at me.

It gets harder to ignore when the glances become stares. Words shared between us also prove his infatuation. I’m not tryna be another paige, so I hope Alex hasn’t noticed.

I glance down at my phone to check the time. 5? I left at 2! I quickly open the maps app to figure out the way home, but the signal isn’t strong enough. Well it couldn’t get anyworse! I eat my words as sounds signaling thunder and a cold storm fill the sky.

Anxiety truly begins to set in. I slid down one the tree ive posted up next to and scramble to call Katherine. I let it ring until im met with her voicemail. I instantly recall that the surprise party for Nathans return from the hospital is right now, no no no! The fear that they wont notice my absence worsens my anxiety. Next I, more frantically, called Alex.

If he doesnt pick up…

“Hey Y/n where are you?”

I breathe for the first time in what felt like minutes..

Now i must confess the deeply embarrassing truth, “Alex, I’m ummm, I’m lost- I was going for a walk and I-I don’t know and I don’t know what to do.”

In the mere moments that I’ve been crouched by the tree the sky has darkened and rain drops have begun. As I word vomit to Alex I can’t stop the breathe catching sobs that quickly take over my overwhelmed state. “Alex- I don’t know what to do”

“Hey. Y/n i need you to take a few deep breaths ok sweetheart” I close my eyes and listen to his voice, “Do you have any idea where you are baby?” I sniffle a response together, “No, theres trees.. a lot of trees and there was a path of sand tint gravel, but it’s gone and theres a hill too.” “Okay baby I know where you are I’ll be there as fast as I can-stay on the phone with me alright?”

The rain is now heavy without any escape and the thunder and lightning fill the sky. Yet, his voice has somehow soothed me. I glance down at my screen for the first time in a while; which is now dusted with raindrops, “Alex, my phone its about to die-“

Dead. And now I’m alone again in the wild and freezing temperatures. My shirt sticks to my skin soaked completely as well as my jeans that weigh me down with the amount of water intake. All I can do now is wait.

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I don’t know how much time has passed at this point. Definitely not as much as it feels. I’m scary cold, my body is becoming numb, and I’m tired. super tired.

My shut eyes spring open by the new noise of twigs snapping. “Y/N! Y/N!”

My heart swells- its Alex! His voice sounds harsh like hes been yelling for a while, “ALEX! I’m right here!”

I try to rise from my position underneath the tree but i fall flat on my hands and knees. It’s so dark at this point that I can only see the distant light that Alex carries with him.

It moves erratically and is accompanied by sounds evoked by Alex’s running through the muddied forest.

He is quickly in-front of me discarding his layers. As soon as his hoodie, jean jacket, and raincoat is off of him he is dressing me with urgent yet noticeably delicate movements. “How do you feel Y/n?” He speaks pulling the hood over my head, before he puts his beanie on my head I grab his hand and look him in the eyes, “Alex- I’m ok, leave the beanie just get us out of here, please,” Without skipping a beat I’m scooped up and whisked away cradled in his arms to the family’s good-ole chariot. The beat of his heart and strong arms, definitely from all the farm labour, calm me.

He sets me with the same delicate actions into the passenger seat. My shivering has slowed and before he can turn away I grab him by the back of his neck with both hands and kiss him. His body leans into the car; one hand is around my waist while his other is on the dash securing himself. Our wet lips crash against one another’s and we both quickly become panting messes.

I pull away and his own face follows mine keeping us an inch apart. “Thank you Alex- I’ve never… been lost like that,” He grins that smile that brings warmth to my cheeks and butterflies into my stomach, “Ofcourse you haven’t- ye’arent used to having forests to get lost in city girl.”

[spinda-draws]

Think you can possibly break down why cyberflash episodes look so worse compared to Nelvana cyberchase episodes? I've been paying attention to the episodes and I think it's the poor rigs, tweaning, and adding too detail to things originally simplied in Nelvana eps (Digit's copter for example). But that's me. What about you?

It's not necessarily bad rigs? Well let me say it this way. The kids in my opinion look absolutely fine 90% of the time. Their designs are way simpler so they're not as impacted by the cost saving measures as... well, anyone else (coughHackercough). I would not be surprised if they basically had the same naked rig copy and pasted with the hair and clothes put on after. That would definitely save time from having three unique rigs.

I will use Hacker as the counter example because I've spent more time looking at him, but the way they translated his model was simply not good. But more than that, I think his design is just much harder to make a good rig out of. He is such a flat design by nature you can't just copy and paste the same quickly made rig for every situation and have it look okay. Nelvana's animators were making tweaks to his design in pretty much every scene just to get it to look good for that pose/ from that angle. You can absolutely make a great rig for Hacker, but its going to take a lot of effort.

If you want to see an example of how a ToonBoom rig can be pretty damn detailed might I promote a buddy of mine? She is doing her own show using ToonBoom right now. There is a lot of flexibility of animators are given enough time and resources to go all out.

What I mean to say is that the rigs are, for the most part doing their job, but their job has been extremely limited due to the new goal of the show's production to make the episodes quickly and cheaply because there's not much money in the bank. There is probably an art direction order for the storyboarders to do bare minimum and that would extent to the animations as they work within the confines of the storyboards.

But alright enough semantics, everyone knows this show has no money for fancy complex rigs, but what does that mean in execution? I think the opening is the best way to compare because it follows the template of the original show.

The scene where the kids intercept Hacker's green bubble attack and the screen cracks. In the original, he is drawn to take up the full screen and there's a marvelous sense of anticipation in how he moves.

This is the first frame of animation for the new and old versions.

In the next unique frame old Hacker bites down and continues to fold in on himself, increasing the sense of anticipation while new Hacker starts to expand out into the shocked pose immediately.

By the time the screen starts to crack, new Hacker has already reached the peak of his move and on his way down while old Hacker is only about halfway there.

The next few frames of new Hacker basically stay the same, the rig has nowhere else to go while old Hacker keeps going and reaches his peak.

In the next few frames old Hacker comes down slightly from the peak and brings his arms up (actually I think this was a bad move on Nelvana's part because the animation started with his moving them down and now he's back up within a second and a half, but that is probably a storyboarding issue) whereas new Hacker still has nowhere else to go. Now scroll back up to the first frame and notice how little new Hacker has changed overall.

Actually it is super weird because if you look at Delete beside him, Delete is actually showing decent anticipation. I really think there was some struggle with Hacker's design and honestly Buzz is probably having it even worse this scene.

But alright. For any kids fans out there. They don't do much expression and body language honestly, even in the old show they didn't "need" that much anticipation, but still had it subtly. Maybe you can remember a scene where the kids would scrunch their face up slightly and close their eyes and then open them again to transition into a new facial expression. Was kind of a running technique in the original show used on basically every character. To my memory, they don't use it anymore.

But okay, there's another example from the opening.

New Inez, drops right down while old Inez flies out head first.

And then she scrunches up all the way. Anticipation!

Then landing. Meanwhile new Inez has not changed. Honestly the old animation was low budget too, if it were me, I think another frame of her knee bending slightly as she lands before standing upright again would fit but maybe that was an intentional production choice I don't know. Old Cyberchase didn't really use any smears either.

And since you mentioned Digit, here is our boid.

A scene like this, in a production with more budget would just be hand drawn. It is ToonBoom, that is more than possible and a very okay technique to supplement some of the more unavoidable shortcomings of ridges.

Old Digit's wings are super off model, way too big for his body and way bigger than how they usually are, but that's alright because in this frame it looks very good. Animation is supposed to have that flexibility.

[librarian-computer]

Like I said I THINKKK I’m gonna keep all roleplaying on @designation0 but idk just yet

But as for now I’m just gonna explain some things about my persona. While I also struggle to pick a goddamn name to stick with :,)

Each form is for different purposes. Or just whatever I’m in the mood for. Generally, none of the forms are stronger than the other, but they carry out the SAME ability differently.

Only have like…. 3 abilities guys… 😰

For this one it’s just.. bigger. And it flies. That’s abt it for the difference. The “true” form you could sayyy? The manipulation of the black and goopy tendrils that she can summon to trap things, grab them, or whatever. There’s an ability she has that she concentrates to like- shift her eyes and make them into spirals? You can simply look away, but if you look into them you’ll vividly hallucinate and see the way she looks in a nightmarish form that only that “vision” allows you to see it with. The outer perspective is just the one who’s hallucinating tweaking out, while for them they’re in a white void. She can also send people to a void in general. Nothing really happens. You’re just kinda there. I wouldn’t count this as an ability since she’s not really, doing anything? She just has lots of eyes and can see in a large range of vision, but most of the time it’s too trippy to use them all at once.

Very very sensitive, physically and emotionally. Just stab the eyes and she blind, even if she can heal, it still takes time. She can take a beating, but it hurts like shit and it does cause a lot of damage. The most anyone should go for is anywhere ribs down where she can’t use her claws or teeth, which are the two main things to avoid. She has many wings because her wings are small, tear a couple pairs of wings and she’s practically unable to fly. The inside of her mouth, throat, neck, or face is where the shit does the most damage. And the stomach as well. She’s had way too many close calls of being disemboweled; wouldn’t say fragile or thin, but frankly pretty easy to break her skin.

The watcher wasn’t originally a Naga. She isn’t a naga guys 😰

She is frankly much weaker in this form. Human like in every way besides her hair. All she has as a weapon is her small nibblers and the tendrils in her hair. She does use all of her eyes though, since they aren’t as scattered and are generally in one area of her body.

When attacking her, aim for the chest, and the eyes on her chest. The eyes in her hair aren’t too easy to get, but easy to aim for. The goop isn’t sticky, very misty and shadowy. (Like solid clouds (?)

Her eyes are constant spirals (the two main eyes on her face) she just needs to pull her bangs back for them to be seen and utilized.

This may not be her true form. But she uses it the most

Any part of her body besides her head is like human skin but it looks like the shadowy goop but more… light?

The screen is about as easy to break as glass, break it and she’s completely blind.

For the spiral eyes she just broadcasts it entirely onto the screen

Any other ability is just the tendrils, she doesn’t have any claws or teeth in this form

It’s more practical for her though (more comfortable(?)

(I don’t have an official ref yet for this so I’m using the most goated artist’s ref instead @achickennamedcheese )

was originally just an empty shell of a dead Bloodmoon but the she found it and just kind of possessed it. Yes this is her more “ tSaMs oriented” form, BM specifically

Claws aren’t THAT sharp, but sharp enough. Generally don’t use their teeth in this form.

Spiral eyes in every one of them.

Tendrils

Weakest points are in the joints, chest, the eyes, the neck, and the back of the head.

All of the names are Angel, Dream, The Watcher, and Ebony. I can’t think of which one to stick with permanently sigh

I hope this helps/helped :,)

@animatronic-assistant @escapetheslaughters @multifandomcutie13 @thekillermaretwinz @coastxlwaters @bumble-the-sun-bee @stormbreaker-290 (I keep forgetting to tag some ppl I’m so sorry there’s much of y’all)

[its-in-the-woods]

Chapter five, Life's Too Short

Chapter one , two, three, four <- if you missed it.

Cooper howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean

Post end of season 1

No beta.. I tried to edit 🫠

Ninety five percent written just tweaking

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

There will be canonically typical violence and eventually smut. Things will deviate from canon. Angst/fluff, self-hatred so on and so forth.

🚨+18 only - MDN🚨

Slow burn sorta kinda

Please be nice this is my first fic in almost a decade 🫣

Will eventually post on AO3 once I can get access... or where suggested 🤷🏻‍♂️ Like please tell me I am old and don't know things anymore.

“You asshole.” She whispered leaning down to kiss the top of his bald head  “I am not leaving you, I don’t care. You’re gonna wake up.” 

Grabbing a stim pack and painkillers she finally injected herself. The world is fading into darkness. 

***

The Ghoul groaned, a splitting migraine was a hell of a way to wake up. He blinked a few times expecting to find himself outside only to be met with grey and black. He was in a building, blinking a few more times he could see a slit of light from around the doors. He closed his eyes, groaning. What the fuck did he get up to last night, his foot moving to hear the clinking of glass viles. That was never a good sign. Opening his eyes again he tried to take stock of the space. Some kind of military warehouse maybe. 

Flashes of a Deathclaw exploding made his head spin. His left hand went up to rub over the spot where something had hit him. His fingers felt ridges of a good-sized hole that had started to heal over, probably why his right arm was still a little limp. It always took longer for the ligaments and what was left of his nerves to catch up. As he felt the hole his hand grazed over the top of his fingers. Freezing in place he forced his eyes look. Two bloody hands and arms were draped over him almost possessively. He went to push them away only to catch sight of a purple-grey finger. Lucy. Realization hit him as he was resting against her, the feeling of her heart pulsing against his back. She had made it and had dragged his ass the whole way.

Getting himself up proved tricky. The drugs were still making him a little woozy on his feet. Rubbing his face with his good hand he looked down at his companion. It was hard to tell with the lack of light but she looked pale and feverish sweat had broken out across her brow. Looking around he saw a light switch, chances of the lights working were low but he flipped it anyway. A small amount of light blinked on. Had to love fusion cores. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to get a good look at the women. Crouching down he could see that her vault suit was covered in blood. A lot of blood and it wasn’t all his. 

He needed to lay her down and see what was going on. He eased her down as best as he could with one arm. Her left thigh was full of birdshot, and the top part of her right shoulder had a gaping wound. Getting her wounds clean would be vital if he wanted Lucy to live. He tried the zipper but between the blood and dirt, it wasn’t moving. Rummaging into his saddle bag he pulled out a smaller knife, one usually used for making some ass jerky. Taking the curved edge he ran it down beside the zipper opening it up. Pushing the sticky clothing away from her was tricky, everything kept snagging. Growling he gave up and used the knife to cut the rest of the suit off. It would be useless to her now with all the holes anyway. 

He examined the wounds. The shoulder wound was long and ragged but it would be fine with stitches and some gauze. What was really concerning was the puss-filled, bright red wounds on her thigh. He’d need to dig whatever she’d been shot with out. As he dragged the suit out from her he noticed holes in the back of it, rolling her limp body over he saw that her back was covered in a mapwork of marks. They were just as red and pusy as her thigh. He ungloved his hands and could feel how hot the skin was. 

“Fuckin ‘umb-ass smoothskin’.” Ghoul hissed out. “Gonna end up lookin’ like me.”

He grabbed everything he could, the linen bag full of various meds was also dragged over. He took out a thin metal skewer and the same skinning knife. He cut the rest of her top and bra off so he had better access to the work ahead. At the same time, he hit her with two shots of med-x for good measure. He did not want her waking up while he did this. Torture wasn’t what he was looking to do right now. A non-moving body would be the easiest way to clean up this disaster. He doused everything in some moonshine and began to work. Halfway through the process his right arm finally started to cooperate. Once her back was done he poured the moonshine over the wounds. Grabbing the last stimpak he shot her up with that. Rolling her back over his eyes didn’t stray. Well not entirely. It was hard not to look at the sprawled-out naked women. He licked his lips and went back to the thigh, it had far less shrapnel but it was deeper. Blood seeped out, the smell made his mouth wet. The thought of running his tongue over the wounds made his fingers itch. He grabbed the inhaler and took a puff. 

“Get the job done, fuckin’ monster,” He growled at himself fishing out the next few pieces of debris. 

He sat back on his ass taking a swig of moonshine and another puff of chem. He rubbed at Dogmeat ears, the dog had been watching silently except for a few whines when Lucy would stir. The Vualtie was currently hooked up to some RadAway and covered in several different pieces of clothing. Most of them came off the skeletons that dotted through the warehouse. He needed to take stock of what they had, and where they were. His head spun a bit. He could still smell her blood on his hands. The girl had dragged him across the damn desert after blowing up a Deathclaw. He rubbed his bare head with a clean hand, realizing that somewhere along the way he had lost his hat.

“Should have left me,” He said out loud, still scratching Dogmeat. “What the fuck did I ever do for you to drag me all the way here. Save my ass, again. Stupid girl. Told you to leave me in the sand. Got to start saving your own ass. Cute as it is. Can’t be watchin' you die out there cause of me.”

He looked around the room, saddle bag, Lucy’s pack, the mostly empty med bag, a bunch of empty syringes, and a whole lot of tattered clothes. He had vials, some water, and not a whole lot else. Lucy stirred a bit mumbling in her sleep, they wouldn’t be moving anywhere for at least a day if not more. The Ghoul plus he missed his hat. As silly as it was, he had had it for so long that it felt wrong to not have it. With a reluctant sigh, he got himself up. His right arm still was struggling to cooperate, but at least he had some mobility. He put on a new shirt, slipped his bandoleer over his head, gun placed firmly in its holster.

Walking to the door he opened it, the smell of rain hit him, the sting of radiation tinged on his skin. Storm must have passed over while they were out, at least they had missed that. Looking out over the sand there was almost no sign they had even been out there. If he peered out he could see the edge of the cliff they had run to. He figured they’d probably made a direct line to this building. So if he headed back that way, the chance of him finding his hat and possibly whoever Lucy had pilfered from was high. 

He rubbed Dogmeat’s ears. “You’re going to stay here girl. Watch’er, I won’t be long.” 

The sand was hot as ever, he was still moving a little slower than he’d have liked. At least he was moving. His mind was trying to piece together the night before. Or had it been longer? His hat was stuck to an old dead cactus. Pulling it off he brushed the dust and needles off before placing it back on his head. As he continued to walk he also found Lucy’s shoes. Why she had taken them off was beyond him. Peering back towards the ridge he made out what looked like an upturned cart. Moving that way he came across what was left of the traveler. Bits and pieces of body lay strewn across the sand. Bits of ash were still near the center where a fire must have been. Deathclaw He thought absently, big fuckers were the scorn of the Mojave. Not as many as there used to be, but enough to make them a giant pain in his side. He rubbed at the scar, he could have looked like these poor unfortunate souls. 

Scouring the place he found a couple of canteens of water, and a bag full of dried fruit and meat. Whoever these folks were, they had been well stocked. The wagon was covered in blood and gore, he tangled up some rope. It was always good to have on hand. As he went to go a long call came out of the waste. Standing about a hundred yards from him stood a Brahma. Tail flicked back and forth as it ate some scrub grass. 

“You got to be the luckiest damn cow alive.” The Ghoul chuckled, he wandered over to the creature. Making a makeshift halter out of some of the pilfered rope. “You are going to come in handy.” 

***

The Ghoul slipped inside the warehouse, cow was tied to an old lamp post. If all went well they could trade it when they got to the next outpost. Brahma where not common and often fetched a fair amount of caps. Caps meant lodging, food, and most important chems. 

He sent Dogmeat out to watch the thing, the last thing he needed was their food ticket to get eaten by a roving critter. Walking over he took a look at Lucy, the girl was still pale but not nearly as bad as when he had left. 

She stirred a bit, her eyebrows furrowed together a wretched cough spilling out of her. The Ghoul crouched down at her side. She had gone from being on fire to being cool to the touch. He grabbed the bed roll from her backpack, laying it on top of her. He smoothed the hair out of her eyes, it had grown longer since they started walking. Lucy stirred her eyes looking up at him, those big damn eyes. Her hand slipped from under the fabric and grabbed at his. 

“I am so cold.” She whispered out, her voice sounding raw and cracked. He grabbed her flask of water, it was almost out. He pressed it against her lips and let her drink. 

She coughed again, her hand not letting go of his. Lucy pulled at his fingers, her eyes flickering shut as the young thing fought to keep herself awake. “Don’t be so stubborn.” She choked out trying to meet this gaze. “Please, I need to be warm.”

Cooper blinked at her, his drug-addled brain finally processing what she was asking. He let himself lay down on his better arm. He unbuttons his shirt some so she could lay directly on top of him. It wasn’t like he felt the cold much, but he could feel how cold she was. He moved the material and dragged the Vault-dweller against his chest. Her shuddering breath made him hesitate for a moment before he felt her cold hands wrap around him dragging herself closer. He bundled up some torn-up clothes and stuffed them under their heads. The girl sagged against him humming slightly as she pressed her lips against his scared chest. 

Maybe he had died. The Deathclaw had to have eaten him, or he was still high on drugs or needed more drugs. More drugs could never be a bad thing, right? No way in all the wasteland, in all two hundred-plus years of being on this damn planet did he think he’d have a Vualtie curled up against his chest giving him. Tiny kisses? He did his best not to laugh out loud at the ridiculous situation. Too scared to move and wake this living daydream.

He couldn’t sleep, even with Dogmeat standing outside the door. If he let himself sleep it would mean he��d wake up with her gone. He was a no-good bounty-hunting piece of shit. He had done some fucking terrible things to just about anyone who had crossed him. Fuck, he regularly ate other people. He used the Vaultdweller as bait, cut off her fingers, and sold her for Chems. But as he felt her breath against his chest, her heartbeat with his. None of that seemed to matter. He knew he should slide out from under her, let her rest and recover. But when something good in the wasteland came it was better to hold onto it, even if it was only for a second. 

***

Everything ached, a deep well of ache overflowing like the water she desperately wanted. The warmth she was currently surrounded by helped with that. It was the first time she could remember being somewhat comfortably warm. Even at the hotel, she had not felt comfortable like this. It wasn’t like being out in an irradiated wasteland under the sun. No this felt like being in a hot shower or cuddled under a blanket with hot tea. Her fingers traced over the rough surface of-. Her brain connected the like plugging in a lightbulb. Eyes opened just a crack to see that, yes, she was lying on top of the Ghoul. No, not the Ghoul. Cooper. The man she had dragged across the desert. The man she thought had died because she decided to throw a grenade that she stole from a vendor without telling him. She closed her eyes again. Part of her wanted to stay right here. But part of her also needed to move so that her aching bones would possibly stop yelling at her. 

She opened her eyes and drummed her fingers against his bare chest. In an attempt to gain his attention without him shoving her away. She looked up to see him looking back at her. Those gold eyes were not blown wide like before, they were focused on her. If he had had eyebrows they would have been raised. 

“Warm ‘nough yet?” The man growled his voice rumbling against her. 

She shook her head, biting her lip and looking away as her cheeks flushed. The man chucked his leathery hands rubbing against her bare shoulders. Another lightbulb. She was stark naked. 

“Where are my clothes?” She whispered quietly, almost trying to hide herself underneath the pile of material.

“Had to cut them off,” He said as if it was no big deal. “You soaked them with blood, I couldn’t get the zipper down.”

Her stomach flipped at the thought of him cutting them off. Part of her wished she had been able to see that. 

“Didn’t think you were going to make it for a little while,” When did his voice get so soft? 

“I thought you were dead.” She whispered her fingers, finding the now healed wound. “It didn’t want to heal. I kept giving you drugs and nothing would happen. Thought for sure I had killed you.”

The Ghoul chucked a small smirk crossing his face. “Can’t get rid of me, that easy sweetheart. Pretty sure you blowing up a Deathclaw saved our asses. Was good aim.”

Lucy smiled at the compliment, “I will give you more of a heads-up next time. Maybe you could teach me about what other monsters are out here.”

He grunted a reply shifting slightly. Lucy realized he was probably uncomfortable, she had no clue how long she’d been out. She moved a bit sliding off the man’s chest, she grabbed the bedroll and covered herself as best she could. Cooper groaned a bit, his joint clicking and cracking as he sat himself up. The same crooked smile plastered on his face, it was near predatory. 

Lucy looked down at her bare feet. Damn, she had forgotten to grab her boots. Cooper had stood up stretching his slim body. His skin looked closer to lizards, tight but it still stretched as he groaned, twisting back and forth. She longed to feel that textured skin under her hands again. Instead, the two of them turned away Lucy grabbing clothes that kind of fit and pulling them on. They’d need to get something better at the next outpost. Her jumpsuit on the other hand was completely done. Between mud, blood, and hundreds of holes it wasn’t worth trying to save. Her boots clattered to the floor beside her. 

“Found them with my hat you conveniently forgot,” Cooper grumbled as he buttoned up his shirt. 

Lucy was moving before she thought about it. If she thought about it too long she’d stop herself, right now it didn’t matter. Her fingers ran over his back and he stood up looking down at her. Lucy’s hands came up cup his textured face leaning up on her toes she kissed him. His whole body went rigid. Lucy pulled back his eyes wide. Oh, she had messed up. 

He immediately pulled away from her, his eyes covered by his hat. Lucy went to move towards him again but he puts up a hand between them.

“Stop.” The Ghoul growls. “It’s just the drugs. Give yourself time to wake up.”

Lucy scrunches up her face and pushes his hand out of the way. “Do not tell me it’s just the drugs.”

She gets right up into his face, forcing herself to stare up into the hollows of his eyes. “You are all I have. I thought you were dead. You giant-t-” Lucy grumbles her fist clenching at her side. “I thought I killed you. And you know what, I didn’t want to keep going. I don’t care what you think of me, or what you think of yourself. But this-” She gestures between the two of them, “Is what we got. We got each other, and gosh darn it. I want to kiss you.”

Cooper looks down at her, his face tight as she stares him down. “You don’t want this Lucy. I am glad you’re alive. But you don’t want this. I am no good, I’ve been around longer than most have been alive. I’ve done things that would make you want to put a bullet between my-"

“Fuck you.” Lucy spits, she can see his shock at the curse. “I killed four men saving you, and probably an animal too. I didn’t even hesitate, I cut them open and shot them up so that-that thing would eat them instead of us. I don’t give two mating pigrats what you’ve done.”

He looked down at her his face falling at her words. “You should have left me in the sand."

“No. No. You don’t get to tell me what I do or want anymore. I may be some greenhorned Vaultdweller but I am sure as heck not taking any of that from you.”

“Lucy-” He whispered out, she could see he was trying his damnest to hold back.

“I don’t care what you did. I care about what you do right now. If you want I will leave. Go on my own. But you and I both know that neither of us wants that.”

She can feel his body relax, and take the moment to move herself closer to him. Her hands reaching up to cup his face. “You don’t have to be strong with me. ”

His eyes close and he leans against her hand. She can feel how warm he is under her touch, she rubs her fingers over his rough face. It feels more like melted wax than callouses.  Cooper sighs and looks down at her. 

“If you want this-” His eyes scanned her face, looking for some kind of disgust. “I don’t know if I will be able to let you go.”

Lucy’s face breaks into a grin, “I’d like to see you try and keep me.”

Last chapter

-I thought about ending it here but decided to write some smut cause fckit

-I think the next chapter will be the last.. as I have some other stuff I want to play with

-Let me know if you enjoyed it! if you have ideas whatever strikes your fancy

[cerealforkart]

I made myself these little dress up dolls because everyone’s getting changed all the time, here’s the first batch, outfits pre-episode 13

Design notes under the cut

[part 2] [part 3]

Lincoln

* I would first of all like to thank Lincoln for being shaped like a model (long boy) and thus very easy to dress up

* I forgot that Link needed to tear off his sleeves to make Normal a diaper in lesson 14, so in lesson 11 he grabs a sweater when I assume he goes home between escaping the FBI and returning to school

* Lincoln is so comically tall the Teeny costume (which I just moved from Normal to Link and edited to match Link’s pose) only reaches his knees. It actually looked so stupid that I had to edit it to make the Teeny costume slightly longer in the legs

* Link has two roombas in his room, he’s a clean boy, he isn’t walking around Taylor’s house in his bare feet, he doesn’t trust like that, it’s sock time

Scary

* I actually originally planned for Scary to have more piercings, but I forgot to add them in lesson 1. Let’s just say her mom won’t let her go crazy on the piercings, from what we’ve heard in rad facts (wouldn’t let her get a tongue piercing or learn guitar) that sounds in character

* I wanted to do the Shit Garden logo on Scary’s shirt like one of those metal bands that only people who like metal can actually read, but I only have so much time and patience

* I want so badly to play with Scary’s hair more, but I haven’t really had the chance, I hope there will be more excuses to give her different styles in the future, I like the braided bun for fancy occasions a lot

* Big T-shirt and shorts are peak pyjamas, love it for her. Also, you don’t need to know how long I spent trying to come up with something for her shirt to say

Normal

* Don’t tell anyone but I kind of miss drawing Teeny’s big stupid head every day, it was easy comedy

* I did actually draw a Jimmy Buffet design on the shirt before scribbling over it, you can barely see if you look closely

* I don’t actually have anything to say about Normal’s dance outfit so I guess I’ll just take this opportunity to talk about my Normal design in general. He was the one it took me the longest to land on and I’m still unsure if I’m happy with him, I want his hair to be long enough to just sorta hang and be greasy, but not so long that it will get in his face too much and I still consistently fail on it

* Not much to say about his sleepover fit either. Froggy :)

Taylor

* I had originally planned for everyone to be wearing their bracelets on their left wrists but in episode 8 it’s mentioned that Taylor is wearing his on his right, at that point I think I had only drawn Taylor’s bracelet once so it was easier to just change his and let him be a special boy (also, they keep the bracelets on post-FBI because Taylor never really has an opportunity to take it off and the others wear theirs in solidarity)

*After Lesson 10, Taylor swaps out the crest of friendship from Digimon to wear his dad’s ring of swapping as a necklace, he tends to grab at it when his dad or the topic of betrayal comes up

* I hate Taylor for his dance fit. No longer my favourite son

* Not really a design note but I watched the Sailor Moon dub in three parts on youtube with my little sister huddled around our home computer after school, we’re real OGs

Hermie

* I finally decided to add the Joker makeup to my Hermie design, I found a powdery sorta brush to use for it so now he’s a true clown. Good for him I guess

* You may notice that I’ve tweaked my Hermie design and his colour scheme just a little bit. This is because white Hermie is dead and you know what? Good for him. I also made his hair a little wavier for Scam, you’ll start seeing the updated Hermie design (as if you can tell there’s a difference other than the very slight change in hairstyle) in lesson 16, because I drew the lesson 15 pages before episode 23 came out and I wasn’t going to go back and change them

* Stupid Joker tie. Hate it

* No sleepover fit for Hermie. Tragic. They need to have another sleepover and include him

[multi-lefaiye]

It's your turn on the STS 🫵🏿 what kinda clothes would Eden wear in the modern day? And his family members for that matter

answering this well over a week late bc the concept of time is nothing to me.

ANYWAY thank you for this ask!!! this is what made me realize that i haven't actually put a lot of thought into what eden's family members wear, either in canon or in a more modern au. and i've drawn modern/human eden before, but i didn't really do anything special for him and just kinda put him in his usual outfit with a few tweaks.

so i'm gonna take this as an opportunity to briefly describe how eden and his family members prefer to dress, and share some images to show how that would translate to a modern au.

gonna go under the cut in case this gets long!

eden:

tends to dress nicely and professionally, but also in clothes that don't restrict his movement too much. in canon, his clothes are modified to accommodate his more infernal features, such as his tail and horns.

gravitates towards specific color schemes. he likes wearing a lot of red and black, with gold or white accents. yes, he knows he's edgy. this is on purpose.

also likes to dress a little cunty. big fan of knee-high boots and long coats.

i've drawn him in the past mainly with western style belts with buckles, but i think he'd like some kind of rope or tie belt.

hypothetical modern eden style vibes:

he'd also still accessorize with a pair of gloves and a necklace with his mother's wedding ring. and also i think modern eden uses glasses, a pair of forearm crutches, and a cane as needed.

michael:

especially as an adult, michael is a very active and outdoorsy type. he's not the type to sit in place and let the world pass him by--he wants to be out in it, living and breathing fresh air and working with his hands. i think, in a modern au, he'd really gravitate towards outdoorsy gear, maybe athleisure type shit.

lots of loose, comfortable clothing when he's just going about his day casually, nice sneakers and running shoes, and then when he's actually out in nature more heavy-duty hiking gear.

unlike eden, michael doesn't gravitate towards any one color scheme, nor is he trying to look cunty. he takes pride in his appearance, sure, and wants to look nice, but the vibes are different.

that being said, i think he'd wear a lot of greys and neutral tones. he likes bright colors, but he doesn't have a lot of confidence in wearing them. at most, i can see him rocking some camouflage patterned shit.

anyway, modern michael style vibes, from the kind of athleisure i think he'd like to more actual outdoorsy clothing:

in terms of accessories, michael wears a lot of hats, and he has a watch from his father he wears rather often.

hannah:

i have drawn hannah exactly once, and that design is very outdated, but the outfit i drew her in then is still pretty close to how i still imagine she dresses: lots of colors, with occasional frills and lace. she's a big fan of patterns, especially floral ones, all of which translates to a modern au well enough, i think.

hannah is not an enjoyer of dark, neutral colors.

i'm a bit torn on whether or not she'd prefer skirts or pants, so y'know what! both! both is good. when dressing up to go somewhere, hannah prefers dresses, and she has a specific off-the-shoulder purple dress with lace trim that she's very fond of. on a daily basis, though, especially once she has kids, she tends more towards high-waisted pants and blouses.

eden gets a lot of his cunty fashion sense from her--while i don't think she's one for knee-high boots or flowing overcoats, she's got multiple pairs of killer heels.

she also would rather frequently wear headwraps, headbands, and scarves, and once again prefers bright colors and patterns. what can i say! she's a woman who loves to dress brightly, if that makes sense.

hannah general style vibes:

(the first one is off because i do not think hannah would wear black, but that's the style of blouse she'd like. and bonus points for her looking a lot like i imagine modern/human hannah, just with lighter skin than hannah actually has.)

abdiel:

in all universes, abdiel is a suit enjoyer. he dresses in a lot of formal, dark clothing, and even when in a more casual setting that's what he prefers. the day he goes without at LEAST a dress shirt is the day he dies.

honestly, i don't think abdiel's fashion would be particularly interesting most of the time. but he would wear some damn nice suits. this applies to both canon and any modern au. he can get a little cunty with it, i'll allow it.

like eden, abdiel tends to wear certain color schemes, but he's nowhere near as specific as eden is, lmao. but abdiel is a big enjoyer of blue and purple.

not much for accessorizing, but he has a small collection of floral ties that he wears on rare occasions, all gifts from hannah to try and add a bit of color to his wardrobe.

like i said, though, he doesn't wear them much. they're gifts from hannah, and so he loves them, but they don't usually match his suits that well.

modern abdiel style vibes:

he definitely would wear those sock garter things

[bomberqueen17]

Lotfus Bralette Sewalong: Construction 1

ok things I've learned: it'd be easier if I used a different fabric for main and lining, and it would be easy if that fabric had an obvious right and wrong side. Despite all my labeling and stickering and everything I *still* sewed a panel in wrong, and it was a nightmare making sure everything was mirror-imaged correctly.

All that said, I had to unpick a total of one seam (but unpicked two by accident, argh), and there's a sudden point where you have everything assembled and you're like..... none of this needs labels any more, and you have to peel them all off before you can continue. And it comes suddenly. So.

I'm not finished but I'm really near the end. It's a lot of fussy little sewing, but the seams are like ten inches long max, it really doesn't take very long.

This being my muslin, I have focused on getting everything put together and have not paid attention to seam finishing, trimming, grading, pressing etc. My next version, I will do those things, but I've omitted them from this version because I still don't know if the thing is going to fucking fit, I'm not topstitching something if I might have to tear it all back out, though let's be realistic I'm not going to disassemble this thing, if it turns out unwearable I'm just going to cut the notions off and start over. It's not that much fabric. I will make minor tweaks probably, but generally it is not going to be worth it to pull this apart. (Exception: if it's too large I would cut seams off and sew it smaller. But it will not be too large, I already know that from the approximate shove-my-boob-meat-into-a-half-of-it not-exactly-try-on-- it is certainly not too big, but I can't tell if it's too small because without the elastic and fasteners it's not pulled closely enough to me to be sure. It feels like there's not enough fabric to go around, but I know the wide band elastic covers a lot of territory, so I'm reserving judgement.)

So. How far did I get? Well.

[img description: this is the cluttered basement setup. Image shows a blue rubbermaid tote lid with a tall rim leaning on a pile of stuff on a cluttered desk, and on the lid is a Kindle with the sewing instructions loaded up, one half of the bra cup assembled, several pattern pieces, and next to the rim is a large box of yellow-headed quilting pins.]

I sent this setup photo to my family groupchat when we were discussing what we're doing with our weekends. (One younger sister is camping in Vermont with husband and kid, the other was gardening and found a big shed snakeskin which was cool, Mom was visiting a brew pub in fort edward and sent a photo of what looked like a pole to me and said "there's edward" and i don't get the joke, and the oldest sister had just taken her daughter to get her ears pierced, which among our people is a sign of young adulthood. Not that it's relevant to the sewalong but this is my blog after all, LOL.)

I had to unpick a seam but progress was quick after that.

[image description: an assemblage of fabric, with a pin in it, going through the throat plate of a sewing machine. The lower fabric is pink, the top fabric white. Both are decorated with Sharpie marks around the edge. The pink is nonstretch nylon tricot, the white is heavy duty powermesh.]

When it came time to attach the powerbar to the cup lining, I felt that the video sewalong had said to have the powermesh side up. The issue here is that the bra cup and lining are non-stretch fabric, as the pattern is written, and the powerbar and back band are stretch fabric, specifically powermesh (which has superior recovery to other stretch fabrics and so is indispensible in bras and compression garments). And attaching stretch to nonstretch is always a little bit of a nightmare, and generally is inadvisable, but bras break the rules in many ways and that's why so many of us are intimidated about bras.

I discovered immediately that sewing with the nonstretch side against the feed dogs and the stretch side against the presser foot was a NO GO. The stretch fabric would get pulled by the presser foot wildly out of shape, and I kept having to raise the presser foot and shove at the fabric to keep it aligned, and I kept wobbling my seam all over the place and it was awful. So I flipped it over and put the stretch fabric against the feed dogs instead, and then had zero further issues. I have not re-checked the sewalong, and the pattern instructions do not specify, but for my own reference, always put the stretch fabric against the feed dogs, that is unambiguously what worked here.

I also broke my anti-topstitching-on-muslins stance here and did topstitch the seam after I attached the back band to the cups. I wasn't doing it anywhere else, but I think it's necessary there, to hold everything down. There's gonna be SO much strain on that seam.

[image description: a pale pink, quite substantial bra, though it only looks fully assembled, lying on the talbe in front of a sewing machine. There's no center gore so it's only arranged as if assembled. But the cups are visibly partly self-supporting, because they're now three layers of fabric, so they're approximately boob-shaped, and hilariously fleshtoned in this light, I did not think this through.]

I got this far, both cups and linings assembled, with the powermesh in the middle. And then I had to make the center gore, which didn't go together the way I expected at all. You sew it in two halves, and then sew the halves together, which I had not expected and could not make myself understand. I did it, and then re-watched the sewalong afterward, and i'm still not sure I did it right, but mine did go on and looks right so I guess even if I did do something not the way the sewalong suggests I did it right enough that it works.

The frustrating thing is that you make the center gore and then set it aside, though, LOL. So I had to make it, then put the neck elastic on, and then check again.

I was SO confused by the elastic. You sew it on right sides together, and then flip it to the inside of the bra and topstitch it from the outside. So you want to sew it in such a way that just a little edge of it, which may or may not have decorative picots because it depends what you bought, will overhang when you flip it. So you want to sew it down along the MARKED SEW LINE on your strap, and if there's a bunch of extra wobbly edges and shit, sew to the inside of that, and you can trim them off after. This is where you compensate for wobbly cutting and wobbly sewing and wobbly putting-layers-together, and it's brilliant.

I didn't do it right but I will next time now that I understand that. And Jenn from Porcelynne *does* explain that, explicitly, in the sewalong, but I watched the sewalong ahead of time and couldn't remember in the moment. So this is me reinforcing it: your whole neckline edge, sew that elastic just so and once you flip it, it will look like you lined everything up perfectly. And you don't have to stretch as you sew for the whole strap bit, and there's only a tiny bit of stretching as you sew down around the cup, and it ends right where your powerbar came in, so it's a nice continuous band of stretch all the way around your boob.

And THEN you stick the center gore in, sandwiched, before you flip the elastic, and it looks weird as hell and no way could this be right. But then once you flip the thing, sure enough, there's just a cute decorative bit of elastic between the cup and center gore, and it looks good as hell.

(I mean, it doesn't on my muslin, but it will when I make a nice version. My muslin is hideous LOL, and I'm not worried in the slightest.)

[image description: an expanse of pale pink fabric with disconcertingly peach-colored elastic running down the middle of it.]

That's what the elastic looks like topstitched down, and there's the center gore with a big sharpie mark down the middle because i meant to turn that bit to the inside but put it in backwards. Oh well.

and this is the back, where the elastic's sewn down: if I was doing a finished one, I could trim off all those odd little bits sticking out where the three layers of fabric didn't quiiiiite go together evenly, and it would look finished and polished and lovely.

[image description: a bit of pale pink fabric flipped to the back. The peach elastic at the top has a couple wobbly lines of stitching on it, and some sharpie-bordered white fabric is sticking out and looks wobbly and terrible, and there are unclipped loose gray threads from construction everywhere.]

I'm not even saving that much time by making the muslin shitty, LOL. I'm just figuring, I need to see how it goes together before I get hung up on the cute details. I have enough of this exact fabric to use it again, but I also have a cute kit, a bunch of salvaged notions, and an intense desire to use a whole variety of other nontraditional bra fabrics, so I'm not that worried.

I should buy cuter elastic though. Elastic can't really be salvaged, not nicely. I'll have to pick up some cute stuff with decorative picots and whatnot. The supply list doesn't specify that you need picots, but then the instructions assume you have them, which confused me. The point is, you should sew the elastic at a point where some of it will protrude past the turned edge, because that's the correct look and function, and you should buy elastic that's not too scratchy.

I know a lot of people are concerned with bras being scratchy. I personally have never been irritated by the seams or fabric of a bra, but I HAVE been wildly irritated by the edge of the hook-and-eye band, the tips of side boning if there is any, and the STRAP elastic being shitty. So I will be focusing my energies on those.

I'm also thinking about making a bra in one layer, with binding over the seams and the powerbar made of stretch lace with a decorative edge, and put on the exterior of the single layer. That would be possible. The two-layer construction of this is kind of bulky and I get why it's like that, but my heavy-duty chestmeats aren't necessarily that heavy-duty.

I'm also going to make this in knit fabric, and am perusing all the Cashmerette Club discussion boards (where much of the pattern design team does lurk) for pointers on alternate materials and such, and I'll compile what I learn and post it here don't worry. (The number one thing is that if you make it in knits, size down one cup size. The number two thing is that if you make it with a fabric that stretches, match the stretch between the outer and lining fabric, it HAS to be the same. And example one is a fellow-commenter told me she made the whole thing in powermesh, sized down one cup size as per recommendation, and it worked perfectly. So we have that as a datapoint.)

(I don't love powermesh for its own merits but I cannot deny, it recovers perfectly, until it doesn't and you throw the bra out, so from a functional standpoint, it's The Thing to use. I'm taking apart old bras for notions and that's the thing I see-- when the powermesh went, I had to stop wearing that bra. But most of them, I busted the underwire channeling or the hooks first. Because they were DDs and I was a J, mostly, but. Hey. Yeah some other time I'll write a post about my horrible struggles with bras and how long I spent with everyone telling me it wasn't possible to be more than a DD and i must be having a body wrong somehow.)

ANYhoo.

I had to stop to make dinner after attaching the neckband elastic and center gore. So at some point today I will venture back down and keep working. The next step is the underarm elastic, and then the straps, and then the hook and eye closure, and then it's done. So I'm pretty close really, but my cat just got into my lap so I won't be headed down there imminently, LOL.

cat tax:

[image description: a white lady in a chair heavily overshadowed by a small gray cat with a white chest patch in the foreground looking extremely smug]

She's helping me post.

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

The Fighter Pilot

Synopsis:

You're just a resistance fighter pilot who just so happens to have a mission with the ghost crew. Why? Because they needed someone who's used to flying fast. Ezra's easily smitten too.

Genre: Fluff.

Note: This is AFAB!Bey!reader, yes I have intentions of making her one of Poe's aunt because I love that idea. Also Shara Bey's father has no name in canon so I will call him what the books call him ✨Shara Bey's Father✨

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You have always lived in the stars. You grew up having your older sister Shara Bey take you to fly her ship, then when you two were old enough, you both joined the resistance as fighter pilots. Now as adults, you and your sister were considered the best. She led the special unit while you were the right hand man of her husband Kes Dameron, the leader of Green squadron. So imagine how surprised you were when they told you that General Syndulla and the rest of the ghost crew needed your quick wit and evasive skills for their mission.

"Shara, are you serious? The ghost crew wants me to help them?" You asked excitedly.

"Yeah, and they were asking who I would call as the second best to me and well I said you." Your sister joked.

"Second best? Oh please, I'm better than you, I just declined being a squadron leader since you might miss me too much when I'm sent out to more missions. Plus, I can't leave you alone, I'm the brain of the team and it doesn't help that little Poe loves his amazing aunty." You said as you bumped her shoulder playfully.

"You know as much as that's true, it still shows that I'm better since I'm still of higher rank than you pipsqueak." She said smugly.

You both ended your conversation once you both reached general Syndulla's office. You saw that you weren't just meeting with General Syndulla but with everyone in the ghost crew, except for Sabine as she is still stuck in Peridea. You also noticed Jacen standing close to the newly returned Ezra Bridger who was looking at you with a small smile.

"General Syndulla, Here's my sister. She's Kes' tactician and the best pilot in their squadron. I'll leave her to you and your crew to brief her about your mission." She said seriously.

"Shara, thank you for bringing her here. You may leave as well." General Syndulla said kindly.

You watched as your sister left before looking back at you and mouthing at you to behave. You wanted to poke your tongue at her but surrounded by such a legendary crew you couldn't even do it. You were nervous.

"Please sit. Don't be too nervous we just want to know some things before we agree to take you on our mission." General Syndulla said.

"So, you were working with Kes Dameron and your sister Shara Bey during the rescue mission on Naboo?" The infamous Zeb asked.

"Yes, I helped come up with the plan, and let princess Leia tweak them if need be. I was also the one in charge of finding suitable escape routes for minimum casualties." You answered with pride.

"Senator Organa also said that you were there to assist the destruction of the second death star." Kallus spoke.

"Yes sir, I was there as part of the Green Squadron. We were also part of several missions regarding the saving of certain planets that the emperor planned on destroying in the chance that he dies or fails his mission. Sadly, we weren't able to reach Mandalore in time." You said honestly.

"Well, I see you are a decorated pilot. As you know, we deal with a lot of high stakes but low profile missions. This time is no different." General Syndulla starts.

"This mission involves breaking into one of Thrawn's new ships. There is information we have to get ahold of, which is the exact location of Peridea. We need you to be the one to man the Ghost, since we are missing some crew members. Kallus knows the ins and out of the ship, Zeb, Ezra and I are firepower, and Chopper is the one responsible for opening and backing into the system. As you can see it leaves just Jacen. He can man the ship's canon while we entrust you to fly us in and out of the ship's hangar and help us make an escape." General Syndulla looks at you with a twinkle in her eye.

"Do you accept this mission? I know its personal as Sabine and Ahsoka are not only my friend but family and I re-" General Syndulla immediately stops midway as she heard you excitedly answer her.

"Yes, I accept! I mean who wouldn't. This is a mission of utmost importance. I would have done the same if I found out that my nephew Poe was stuck somewhere I don't know how to find." You said truthfully.

"So when do we leave?" You added.

General Syndulla smiles at you, while the rest of the crew let out a sigh of relief. Shara Bey and Kes Dameron were correct in calling you a kind and dedicated person.

"We leave tomorrow at the break of dawn. Also please, just call me Hera. General Syndulla is as much as it's fun, isn't really gonna work when we're in a fight. It's too long to say." Hera Joked.

"Oh, of course Gen-Hera." You corrected yourself.

Once the briefing was done you left the room to prepare for what's to come when you heard a voice call out.

"Hey! (Y/N), welcome to the ghost crew. I'm excited to work with you." Ezra said with a smile.

You flushed red, you always told your sister how you wished to meet the saviour of Lothal as he was around your age, just a year or two older than you and he was already infamous. He was something you would call as your celebrity crush.

"The pleasure is all mine. I appreciate the trust that has been given to me." You said with a smile.

"Wow, you sound so formal, loosen up and we're friends, calm down." Ezra said with a small wink.

"Of course, right, sorry. It's hard to leave behind what I was taught. I mean you all are placed much higher in rank than I am so it's something I have to get used to." You admitted sheepishly.

"It's fine, let me walk you back to your room." Ezra said kindly.

"Thank you. I need to just pack some stuff. Mainly just tools and extra weapons. I have a few small EMP discs. You and the rest can have it to jam the signal of the ship so that they can't inform Thrawn and call for backup." You said offhandedly.

"You make weapons?" Ezra asked intrigued.

"Oh, yeah I do. It became a small hobby of mine. I used to go on solo missions and learned that those truly are handy." You said.

Once arriving in your room, you wave to Ezra good bye as you enter your room. Like you told him, you only packed a few extra blasters, some tools just in case the ship suddenly malfunctions and your EMP discs. You then set an alarm for your mission and went to bed.

When you hear the alarm go off, you are alerted immediately and change your clothes at record speed. You pick up your small pack with your items in it and go to the hangar where the rest of the crew would be.

"Am I late?" You asked Hera.

"No, you came right after me. You can get in and wait in the cockpit." She said.

She gave you the coordinates and you nodded your head and went to the cockpit. Jacen greeted you with an energetic smile and a wave as he began prepping the ship. You sat on the pilot seat and inputted the coordinates. You also warmed up the ship's engines as you waited. Jacen and you had a decent conversation. You learned of his force sensitivity and how he wishes to do both Hera and his late father proud. You couldn't help but smile at Jacen, he reminded you so much of Poe.

When everyone got on the ship, you and Jacen left the cockpit for the final briefing and once everything was settled, you both returned and you flew them off to the location of the coordinates. Once you saw the enemy ship, you turned on the signal scrambler and left your seat to hand them your homemade EMP's.

"Hi, here's something I made. It's to jam the signal. Place these in the communication rooms and here's the detonator. Once it's activated, you have at least 20 minutes before the system reactivates itself." You said as you placed it on the table.

"These look good. Have you ever thought of moving to the weapon division?" Kallus asked.

"I did, but it's not for me. Lacks the whole seeing the stars thing." You jest.

"Fair enough." Kallus chuckles.

"The ship's in view. I'll be using the code your informant gave us. They're also fairly new and the ghost has had some minor changes so it helps." You said as you walked away.

Once cleared to enter the hangar of the enemy ship, the rest of the crew file out of the ship and enter the many halls. You sent Jacen to the ship's canon so that no matter what happens, you're both prepared. You watched from the cockpit as the lights flashed, and you immediately knew that the emp was set off. You start your timer for 20 minutes and wait with bated breath.

Your blaster already by your side prepared for any intrusion, when you heard Hera's voice through the commlink.

"Prepare the ship, we have company!" She said hurriedly.

You immediately started the engine, the ghost's door's already open and you set it to auto pilot as soon as you saw that they were being shot at. They couldn't get in yet so you told Jacen to warm up the canon and immediately turned the ship enough for Jacen to have a clear shot at the enemies while still avoiding the rest of the crew. Seeing the distraction you made they all rushed in. You closed the door once everyone was inside and bolted out of the hangar. But luck wasn't always on your side as they sent their tie fighters your way. Having a shot to open the hyperspace drive was low with how they kept shooting at all of you, so you decided to play their game.

"Hi I suggest holding onto something or sitting down, it's gonna be a bumpy ride." You said through the ship's communication device.

Immediately you switched from easy going to the pilot that Kes and Shara knew you to be. You evaded and gave openings for Jacen to shoot at the tie fighters while maintaining speed and a sizable distance to ensure the ship's safety. Hera was impressed at your flying capabilities. She understood now why Shara Bey said that you were her pride and joy.

"She's really good at this." Zeb said as he held onto the seat.

"Yeah, I would've expected her to find some trouble since this isn't as light as the X or A wings that the fighter pilots are used to. And this isn't a solo ship. She's well trained." Hera added.

"I never knew this ship could move like this." Ezra said amused.

When they looked at the cockpit and saw that you were faced with the main ship already, they were worried. Only to see you prepare the ship for hyperspace. You've only tried this trick on smaller ships before but this one was huge. It was a.risk but right now, it's either you take the risk or die.

Once you set your coordinates back to the resistance base, you waited for the enemy to raise their ship's blasters at you and then, you opened the hyperspace drive. Ripping their ship effectively in half. The ghost crew looked at you both impressed and very much relieved. Jacen returned to the main part of the ghost and sat beside Hera as you let the ship go on auto pilot as soon as the resistance base was on site.

"That was a fun mission!" You said happily as you moved towards them.

"That was some skill you showed there, where'd you learn how to fly like that?" Ezra asked.

"My dad." You said smugly.

As you landed in the hangar and exited the ghost, Hera and you made small talk.

"Well we owe you our safety. Can we hope that if we ever need you, you'll be ready?" Hera asked.

"Of course. It's my honor to serve alongside you." You said.

"Good. Because I think we'll be needing more of your skill. We got the coordinates." Hera said.

"When's the next flight general?" You asked with a smile on your face.

"I don't know yet, but hopefully soon." She said.

"Unless Xiono starts acting like a total idiot and starts spouting nonsense again." Zeb said.

"We're gonna be fine, plus, what's he gonna do fight us? I bet Jacen can beat him with his eyes closed." Ezra joked.

"Either way, we still need to plan our next move. For now let's rest. I'm going to check the coordinates." Hera said.

Zeb and Callus go back to their room, while jacen and chopper head out to explore more of the resistance base. You and Ezra are left standing in the hangar.

"Wanna join me and eat some well earned food?" Ezra asked.

"I would like that." You said.

You both walked and talked until you got your meal and sat down in the cafeteria of the ship.

"You really saved us there though." Ezra said.

"Well I can't let the heroes of Lothal die because I was slow now, would I?" You joked.

"Haha, very funny. But still, you have great skills. The way you moved was very, precise." Ezra said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Also, I don't know if anyone told you this, you look really attractive with the whole serious look on your face when you fly. It's really hot." Ezra said proudly.

You nearly choked on your meal as you looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you flirting with me?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah! I mean Sabine told me there were really attractive people in the resistance but I guess she didn't see you since, you cannot be compared to the others, you are ethereal." He said, giving you his most charming smile.

"What the force..." You muttered under your breath.

"Sorry did that make you uncomfortable?" Ezra asked, now worried.

"No! I mean, no it didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just surprised that's all. Because you flirt with me and it sounds honestly really attractive, and you're not really well versed in flirting." You said amusedly.

"Hey, I bet I can make you agree on a date if I tried." Ezra said in faux offense.

"I'm free on Friday, 2pm onwards. There's a cantina on Yavin-4 that's really nice. Also I'm visiting my dad and my nephew there. Wanna come?" You asked

"You just-Yeah I'd love to. Damn that was smooth. You just asked me out." Ezra said, cheeks flushed.

"I saw a chance, I took it. Plus I'd like to fly with you again. Preferably just us." You winked as you stood up and took your now empty tray away.

You wrote your commlink code on a piece of paper and handed it to the still dazed Ezra and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

"message me if you wanna come. Bye." You said as you walked away.

Ezra couldn't help but pump his fist into the air. Damn fighter pilots for being smooth, but for force sake, he was giddy.

[abbatoirablaze]

Cold As Ice, Robert Pronge

Word Count: 1k

“I work alone…”

“Yeah…you said that already!” she spat, shooting me another glare.  My jaw twitched as I looked away from her and I pulled a cigarette from the pack, lighting up, “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you cut your hair.”

“Fuck off!” I hissed as she messed with my hair, her fingers catching in my tresses and tugging on them ever so slightly, “I said fuck off.  I don’t care how much Jimmy is paying me, if you don’t learn what personal space is you’ll be the next body in my freezer.”

“Ohh, someone’s touchy,” she giggled softly.  I turned my head to look at her and she rolled her eyes, “you need to relax…get laid or something Pronge!”

“Pass!” I growled, giving her another once over before I sucked in on my cigarette, “especially not taking an idea that comes from you!”

She shook her head at me and turned as I parked the truck.

“Hey…where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Going to check my surveillance equipment if that’s okay, your highness!”

A growl rose from my throat once more as I watched her stalk towards the back of the truck.  My jaw twitched as I noticed her hips swaying.  Instinctually I sized her up, watching how the skirt from her striped dress bounced, giving me the smallest peak of her red lace thong.  How the short skirt did nothing to cover her shapely thighs and toned legs.  How the dress hugged her curves, it’s white boddice so tight her cleavage was nearly spilling over the top. 

Maybe the broad was on to something.

Maybe I did need to get laid.

I stood from the chair and followed her back to the back of the truck.  By the time I reached her, she was hunched over the counter, her laptop scanning something.

But I wasn’t paying attention to the laptop. 

My cock twitched in my pants as the skirt raised, giving me a perfect view of her ass, and slightly spread legs. 

“Don’t even think about it!”

I stood stock still, my eyes not leaving her core.  

“Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” I replied shortly. 

But I knew that she could hear the hunger in my voice, “oh, Fuck off, Pronge.  I know what you’re staring at.”

“Not staring at a thing!”

She spread her legs a little bit more and wiggled her ass at me. 

I couldn’t stop the groan that left the back of my throat. 

She looked at me over her shoulder, a cheeky, wolfish grin on her face.  Her brow rose, “don’t know what I’m talking about, huh?  Because your cock sure knows.”

My jaw twitched yet again, this time joining the pulsing rhythm of my hardening length for a moment.  I took a few steps further until I was pressing against her, the only thing separating us was the small, delicate piece of lace, and my white pants.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Angel…” I whispered against her throat. 

A shiver ran down her spine, but she leaned back, rubbing herself against me; her slightly spread thighs giving my length just enough room to be nestled against her.  I hissed, feeling her arousal through my pants. 

Reaching forward my hands settled on her chest, cupping her breasts.  Her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric. 

“Seems like you want me to think about it!” I teased, tweaking the nubs. 

She moaned, arching against me.  Closing the laptop, she pushed it out of her sight, and I pushed her hard against the counter. 

And this time I felt her twitching around me as she let out a sultry moan.

“You like that, you little slut?”

She nodded, pressing herself against me again.

“You’re like a damn bitch in heat,” I smirked.  She whimpered when I took a step back, but a squeak passed her lips when I ripped the lace from her lower half.  I licked my lips, noticing just how wet she was already.  Sliding my zipper and unbuttoning my pants, I slid them down my thighs before teasing her once again.  She hissed as the fabric of my briefs came into contact with her pussy, “what?  Not enough for you?”

“More…”

“Beg for it..”

“Pl-please,” she whimpered softly, rubbing her backside against me.  I held back as I felt her hole catch on the tip of my cock.  The only thing separating us was my quickly ruined briefs, “ne-need to feel you.”

I took another step back and slapped her pussy without warning. The crack against her skin seemed to bite through the air, another moan following quickly behind it as her wetness coated my hand. 

“Slut!” I taunted, slapping it again, this time one of my rings catching her clit.  Her legs shuddered as she moaned even louder.  I did it a third time and she squirted all over my hand, creating a mess on the floor.  I tapped her pussy and clit while she did, her legs shaking even harder to the point of me nearly holding her up.  When she stopped, I looked at the ground, and then back to her shaking form.  Pressing my body over hers, I rubbed myself against her.  She shuddered once more as I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance.

She tried to lean back, but the fabric from my briefs kept me from stretching her open.  I leaned up against her throat and pressed a firm kiss at her artery, “you’re nothing more than a slut looking to be used up and tossed aside…and I’ve got a job to do…so be a good little bitch and clean up your mess…and maybe I don’t tell my employer that his girlfriend was trying to fuck the hitman instead of learning from him.”

And with that, I took a few steps back, pulled up my pants, and started towards the front of the truck.

“I-I want you to kill him too…”

“You ruined my fucking pants!” I growled, not bothering to look at her as I sat back in the driver’s seat.

“Kill him too, Pronge…” she begged from the back of the truck, “I-I can get you his money…I’ll fuck you in the Caymans.”

“Could have fucked you in the back of my truck.  Nothing special about a few pieces of land in the middle of an ocean,” I replied honestly, “if you get me his money, then we’ll talk, sweetheart.  But until then, clean up your fucking mess.”

[chipped-chimera]

Okay since I'm actually awake now, (proper) HAIR UPDATE! ❤️🖤❤️

I wanted to add this onto my post from last night but tumblr hates reblog photosets. Anyways I was very aware that posting my V in the darkest corner of an apartment with black hair wasn't really ... showing anything - but it was very much her vibe and that's been the point of this entire project, buckling down and learning Blender from nothing, reverse-engineering mods and systems I was only NEW to about a month or so ago so I could figure out how to bring 'back' her hair, but like ... even more how I wished it was.

And it's finally done (well ... structurally).

More development rambles beloooow ~

I'm not releasing this (yet) as I'd now put myself in 'polish' phase, where I'll be tweaking some physics and other stuff like the vertex painting which influences the shine - brighter hair colours look a bit too blown out at the moment, and I'm not sure if this is because it's too shiny or because of my custom normals (may have to tone them down a bit, idk). You can see what I mean below -

Shadows are also behaving oddly at certain angles, and I wasn't sure if it was a harsh lighting situation but upon changing the lighting up ... no. Something weird is going on. So that'll need troubleshooting (for lighter colours at least). Also some textures just are acting weird on certain parts when I don't think they should look that way so yeah ... more ... troubleshooting ahead. :V

I'm also going to look into if there's something I can do for the 'efficiency' of this mesh because I noticed some pretty severe frame slowdowns taking close up shots - though only sometimes?? Not sure what that was about at all. I'm assuming it's my gpu being pushed harder as I get closer to the hair, but upon changing the hair in the character creator to another and then back it just went away again? So no idea what the hell was going on there. It felt a bit almost like a memory leak, but I didn't do a check to see what my system was doing so I'll have another look if it happens again.

Possible (hypothetical) causes:

Could be texture size, these hair cards have 2k textures apart from the alpha (4k) which is double vanilla textures so that is also a possibility as a fix (though I'd be loathe to do it).

Double rigs. I noticed last night when in my rigging phase with UUH4V that reducing it from three meshes and rigs to TWO meshes and two rigs significantly improved framerate lag (I mean it was minor but noticeable enough) in the character creation screen, so it could hypothetically be something to do with calculations of running two rigs at the same time. If that is the case, I could probably just rig this to the Alt hair rig. Currently I'm using Alt's for the back and left side of the hair, whereas the fringe at the front and the curl over the shoulder is rigged to Old Rogue. I'll probably still keep using UUH4V just … one rig only.

Last in the list? Hair cards. There are a lot. Maybe too many. They're also of a higher poly than last time. That said I've looked at other mods with heavier polycounts than mine (what gave me the courage to push further in the first place after my very low poly attempt 1.0) that caused more obvious frame slowdown in just the character creator alone. I feel there is still a minor slowdown currently but it's on the edge of noticeable (like, 30fps vs 60fps). As it goes though, this is still pretty insanely efficient (thank YOU Hair Tools for Blender).

BONUS: Mods. Other mods. The thing I use to hook in a DLL for pose control. Could always be that?

So uh, guess that's what I'll be working on. I don't know how much time I should be spending on getting this 'frame efficient' considering anyone using this would be primarily be for screenshots, and given the specs I'm currently running (AMD Ryzen 5 CPU and an RTX 2060) are being re-classed as the 'bare minimum' with Phantom Liberty coming out, and I am planning on upgrades to my PC anyway.

We'll see? (Though in my heart of hearts, I have have had potato PCs for years and I want to support the lowest specs I possibly can). I dunno let me know what you think about that one as a possible mod user (and someone who actually reads these, wow).

Anyways all that matters is jesus christ I finally did this. I taught myself hair. From scratch.

Promised tutorial ... soon. After I maybe do nothing for a few days lol.