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redraw of a character assignment I had last year
#i don’t remember if I ever posted the original on here but I hope not cause that shit looks ass lol#it was probably one of my least favorite drawings I did for that class even though it was so simple and I had a solid idea for it#it’s definitely an improvement but there’s definitely stuff here I need to work on#like contrast and better lighting and backgrounds and all that#but I’m happy with how it came out <3#she’s a trans woman drag queen btw#very 80s 90s winter fashion inspired#I think I leaned too heavy on that for the original tho#art#digital art#my art 🦷#digital painting#drag queen#trans woman
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rough rough draft of chapter 1 of the bellum x linebeck fic
Though the storm had passed and the sun finally shown upon the sea again, Linebeck felt gloomy. He leaned against his ship’s rope railings and stared at the horizon. The night before, the pounding of the rain had put him at ease. Now, the bright afternoon had brought back that familiar anxiety. After some thinking, Linebeck pushed himself away from the railing and resolved to begin his morning chores.
As the only person on his ship, it was up to Linebeck to take care of it- and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He knew his beloved steamship like the back of his hand, and he collected a bucket as he blinked the last of the sleep from his eyes. Firstly, he gathered seawater to dump into the engine’s storage tank. The ship was drifting at the moment, but once Linebeck would turn it on, the heat would build up in the engine and the water would boil and evaporate and build up steam to get the wheels moving.
Linebeck knelt at the lowest edge of the deck and dunked the bucket into the water for the ninth- tenth? - time. He’d have to do some extra engine maintenance before he got moving. He’d been traveling during the entire storm, likely pushing the engine to its limits. But after the water gathering, Linebeck checked the hull for barnacles and scratches, checked the railings for damaged rope, checked his food and water supplies, barely giving himself a moment of rest while he went through the familiar motions.
Since he began sailing, Linebeck’s life had been altogether monotonous and unpredictable. His ship was one he had designed himself, and knew better than anyone else how to take care of and operate it. He had no desire to take on a crew, and knew from experience that they’d only hold him back- trying to teach new people how to work his ship was incredibly tedious and often led to them making mistakes and doing more harm than good. The last bastard he’d temporarily hired and bothered to teach about his ship- Linebeck scowled and shook his head. Not even worth thinking about, now.
The storm had replenished his fresh water supply. It had been bad enough to obscure visibility across the sea, so Linebeck had done some fishing. If he cared for gods, he would have thanked one that he made it through without getting sick.
He didn’t need a crew. Linebeck hadn’t had a long-term crew member for what- seven years now? They just made him feel uneasy and he could never muster up the patience to put up with them.
Or maybe he kept finding the wrong people. That had certainly happened before. He was never particularly good with other people. Linebeck was almost certain that he’d made a good few new enemies just in the last month. His eyes scanned the horizon as he walked back out onto the deck. Linebeck tightened his grip on his mop’s handle. He was totally alone. And yet his skin prickled with unease.
“…No point worrying,” he mumbled to himself. He started mopping the deck, forcing himself to keep his eyes trained on the wood. His last chore of the morning was always the most soothing. He moved slowly and rhythmically, beginning at the prow and slowly making his way back to the cabin. His ship was small, though large enough to be comfortable for him. The deck sloped upwards a few feet from the cabin and plateaued, about a foot higher and better to accommodate the rooms and machinery beneath.
The air was warm and humid; Linebeck brushed his hair out of his face and behind his shoulders. He considered removing his coat, but he was nearly done mopping- no point in wasting the time. The heat was never a big issue for him. He was perfectly suited to the sea, and Linebeck felt more than confidant handling every aspect of this life on his own. No problems whatsoever. No good reason for the anxiety that refused to leave his mind.
Maybe there was a good reason, the same reason why he kept scanning the horizon.
Finished mopping the deck, Linebeck turned to admire it. The storm had cleaned it well enough, but now that the sky was clear he wasn’t just going to cut out part of his morning routine.
With everything done for the morning, Linebeck gathered up his mop and the bucket and moved to put them away. The bucket would be dumped out and left with other containers in the storage room, the mop left in the engine room… and then the engine would need to be started up. The nearest inhabited island was two days away (with good conditions), so while Linebeck had no need to get going right that moment, he felt safer with the engine running.
To get the engine started, Linebeck pulled a lever by the wheel up and waited a moment as he heard the hissing of steam start, and then stop. He knelt down in front of the storage tank. Enough water for the day, that was for sure. He withdrew his matchbox from a pocket in his coat and struck a match, humming idly to himself as he tossed it in the space below the water. It would only be a few minutes before the ship could get going; over the years, Linebeck had gone back and forth on the design of the engine, and managed to make it especially efficient with different materials and methods, and was quite proud of it. While the water heated up, he shut the tank door and sat back, resting a moment.
He’d gotten… some sleep last night. He’d dreamed briefly, and didn’t feel as terrible as he usually did. Some sleep. Better than no sleep at all. Linebeck laid down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. He stared at the winding pipes at the tops of the walls and then shut his eyes. If he was lucky, he could perhaps find a few minutes to nap. Just a few minutes…
The ticking of the machinery around him slowly faded in as the engine properly started up. The sound melted into with the noise of the ocean outside, and Linebeck felt his anxieties ease. The familiarity of his daily routine eased his mind like nothing else.
The next island was north of his position… Linebeck let out a long breath. He’d have to at least position his ship facing north, and get started within the hour. He sat up and stretched. If he got started now, he could reach the island by late tomorrow. The engine was ready to go, and Linebeck smiled to himself as he fiddled with some of the smaller levers and switches, listening to the subtle changes in the ticking and clicking around him.
He paused when he heard up an unfamiliar noise. Linebeck stilled his hands, suddenly feeling cold.
Without thinking, Linebeck kicked the engine into proper operation and after a moment, the wheels on either side of the ship started turning and he quickly steered the ship in the opposite direction of that odd sound. He heard it again, from outside his ship- the unmistakable sound of cannon fire, and Linebeck was not brave enough to stop and check to see if it was aimed at him.
It was usually aimed at him, anyways.
Linebeck steered his ship away and locked the wheel in place; he felt his heart pounding in his chest as more muffled canon fire reached his ears. One sounded closer than the rest, and he managed to tear himself away from the wheel and run up to deck. Running away was nice, but he needed to know where to run away to.
It seemed like he was getting chased more and more. Linebeck figured he ought to start a list of the crews that had it out for him; that was something to do once he was safe. He stumbled out onto the deck and leaned over the rope railing, staring at the southern horizon. Sure enough, he could see a pirate ship in the distance heading his way, and the wind was in their favor.
Linebeck gripped the railings until the rope started to dig into his skin. The hell did he do to them? He recognized the decorated sails as the sails of the ship that’d been pursuing him before the storm. Their captain was one he’d cheated out of several hundred rupees in poker- or was that a different crew? No time to think it over while they got closer and closer. More cannon fire rang out, and Linebeck jumped back as the cannonball splashed into the water dangerously close to his ship.
Sailing in a straight line was a terrible idea. Better to leverage his steamship’s advantages and focus on disrupting their aim. Linebeck wildly looked around. No rocks or islands in sight. His best hope was to run for it and hope that either they’d run out of cannonballs or the wind would die down. He raced back inside.
He was just one man; why did all of these pirates decide that being slighted by him once marked him as the biggest threat to them on the entire Great Sea? Pirates were so petty. He flinched when he heard a muffled splash and felt the ship rock. Linebeck gripped the wheel tightly and started turning the ship west, his sweaty hands almost slipping off. He gritted his teeth as the cannon fire sounded closer and the ship rocked again.
The last time he’d been pursued like this, a cannonball had burnt his hull and cost him several days of sleep. Linebeck turned the ship far enough around to spy the pursuing pirates again; the moment he heard the cannon fire again, he spun the wheel to sail in the opposite direction. Turning was slow, but his ship never stopped moving. He’d had nightmares about one of the wheels being damage, and Linebeck felt weak in the knees just thinking about it.
As the pirate ship slipped out of view, the waters around his ship were more violently disrupted, and Linebeck yelped as his ship was more violently rocked by the waves. There was no cannon fire, no sound of a cannonball hitting the waves- and the water was clearly churning too violently for it to have been a cannonball. He clung to the steering wheel for dear life, his knees nearly buckling underneath him, and the cacophonous sound of an especially large wave made him wince. The ship rocked again, but still no cannon fire. Instead, Linebeck picked up a new muffled noise.
…Splintering wood?
The wood of his own ship was fine, there was no motion asides from the violent waves rocking his ship, but the distant splintering continued, and with it, faraway screams. For the second time in barely five minutes, Linebeck’s curiosity prevailed over his fear. On shaky legs he stumbled up onto his deck- slick with water that had poured onboard, and nearly fell over the railings when he reached them.
The pursuing pirate ship was being torn apart by something. Something had pulled the main mast down and split it in half, tearing through the sails and ripping the vessel in half. Linebeck squinted, hardly seeing anything that could be causing it, then caught a glimpse of what looked like a thick black rope curled around the prow, tearing it clean off and dragging it into the sea. The way those ‘ropes’ moved; Linebeck slowly slid down into a crouch as he realized that a sea monster was what was attacking that ship.
One pirate jumped from where the prow had been, likely trying to escape and swim away, but a black tentacle shot out of the water and grabbed them midair and yanked them below the water. Linebeck felt frozen to the spot, more than grateful that he wasn’t the creature’s target, but he feared that if he took advantage of the chaos and sailed away, he would be attacked next.
The pursuing ship began to sink, and the sharp cracking of wood was piercing as it reached Linebeck’s ears. The hull was torn in two, more tentacles appearing to crush them into unsalvageable wreckages. The fear that shot through Linebeck urged him to straighten back up. He started to hurry back into the engine room, but stopped in his tracks as the tentacles withdrew back into the water.
The pirate ship’s remains slowly sank, survivors clinging to any floating pieces. Linebeck stared at the water around his ship. That… thing had stopped. That sea monster that he and those pirates had the misfortune to disturb.
That sea monster- Linebeck had researched every possible hostile creature that had been seen on the Great Sea, and that certainly had to have been one of them. He grabbed onto his railing again, feeling too sick to move his gaze from the sinking ship down to the waters just below him. He stood at the end of the railing, steady on the sloping deck despite the way his limbs shook and his heart hammered in his chest.
There was a sea monster in these waters. It had just wiped out an entire pirate crew in hardly a minute. From what Linebeck could recall, that pirate crew was rather prepared and experienced, and their ship certainly wasn’t some glorified piece of driftwood. This wasn’t just an overgrown gyorg or some other typical sea monster- he was at the mercy of the kind of sea monster that had stories passed around. The kinds that endured for decades or even centuries and were either worshipped or feared. He’d never seen a regular sea monster that had those kinds of tentacles and was that quick and deadly.
One of the stranded pirates was suddenly and violently pulled under water. Linebeck lowered himself back down to a crouch, staring at the now-empty patch of water. After a few moments, a faint red hue bloomed from deep under the surface.
I’m going to die.
The thought seemed to echo in Linebeck’s head. It wasn’t a thought he was unfamiliar with, but it was much, much more frantic now than ever. He was going to drown or be eaten. Even if he got out unscathed, his ship likely wouldn’t, and that sounded just as bad as if he got injured. Linebeck shakily stared down at the water mere feet from him. Every tiny wave and ripple in the water heightened his anxiety, and his mind raced. Another pirate was pulled under the water, eaten, and the waters were still for a moment. Then, there was a subtle ripple further away from the wreckage and closer to Linebeck’s ship.
How do I get out of this?
Linebeck’s terror forced him to his feet, and he raced into his ship’s cabin. That monster was more than capable of catching up with that pirate ship, and Linebeck stumbled on his way down the stairs as his ship rocked slightly.
This monster was capable of killing and catching him with ease, and it tore apart that pirate ship with ease, and it was eating the survivors, and Linebeck was up next if he didn’t think fast. His feet brought him into his ship’s cramped kitchen, and he stood still in the doorway for a moment. His fear and quick-thinking seemed to crash into each other, and his mind went blank as he stared around. Linebeck switched his attention from his utensils to the fish he’d recently caught and had yet to clean to the cupboards. Why the hell had he run here?
The sea monster killed all of the pirates. It was probably chasing after him now. It tore apart the ship, and… ate the pirates. Ate the pirates. Linebeck stared at his recently-caught fish. There were a pair of smaller amberjacks he’d picked up during the storm, a seabass he had a few different plans for, and then a large loovar he’d been planning to sell. He suddenly felt itchy looking at that loovar. He was going to sell it. It was a large, pristine loovar, with sleek, undamaged scales and was over five feet long and took up the entire counter that fit in the narrow kitchen. It was valuable and would net him a good sum of rupees at the next island he docked at.
Linebeck’s ship rocked again, violently enough to knock him off balance. The terror finally mixed with his quick thinking and he grabbed and yanked the loovar off the counter, stumbling a moment under its weight. He slung it over his shoulder and hauled it up the stairs, his shoulder aching before he was even in the engine room. Goddesses, his coat was going to reek if he made it out of this alive.
He paused to grab his mop and tuck it into the crook of his elbow and stumbled a bit, stubbornly keeping the fish from touching the floor. The ship rocked under his feet again, and Linebeck shuddered and hurried out onto the deck. The water around his ship’s hull ripped every few moments, and Linebeck didn’t hesitate in letting the loovar drop onto the wood. He kicked it off the deck, and it fell unceremoniously into the water and floated barely a few inches from the hull- too close.
With the mop he prodded at it and sent it floating slowly away from his ship. And so, Linebeck huddled at the edge of his deck, leaning against his mop for support. For just a moment, the waters were still. The loovar bobbed on the water’s surface and the sunlight glinted off its scales. Linebeck exhaled slowly. For all he knew, the monster could have already left. He could probably grab the loovar if he was careful.
Linebeck started to reach back out with the mop, but drew it back as the water around the loovar suddenly started to ripple. The rippling grew more furious, and the water began to bubble and small waves started rushing out from around the fish- a dark shape was just barely visible deep in the water. The shape rushed to the surface, and Linebeck only got the quickest glimpse before falling backwards onto the deck as the largest waves yet set his ship violently rocking.
It was huge, easily half the size of his ship, and a stunning yellow. For the split second he saw it, Linebeck couldn’t discern any detail, but he didn’t miss the mouth full of sharp teeth that engulfed the loovar. Linebeck had fallen onto his back and didn’t dare move as the sea calmed down, the blurry image of the beast burnt into his mind. He stared up at the sky and realized that the fear in his chest had eased. Had he appeased the creature? The rocking of his ship slowly stopped, and he felt he was in no hurry to get up.
There was a slight splashing, and Linebeck jolted upright. He stared off the edge of the deck, at where the loovar had been floating. It stared back at him. The sunlight glinted off its yellow body, greenish in some spots, and golden in others. Under the water, the rest of it was just a murky shadow. In its mouth, encircled by those teeth, was an eye that stared back at him, the tiny pupil within a burning yellow and orange, surrounded by deep black. A monstrous eye, and one that Linebeck could’ve sworn he’d seen somewhere. Something about the thing’s unblinking gaze made a sense of visceral horror return to Linebeck, and before he could think it through, he scrambled to his feet.
The creature didn’t move in the water, but its eye followed his movements. Despite the hammering of his heart, Linebeck couldn’t tear his gaze away from that eye. His limbs felt locked in place, and his breathing came in in ragged gasps and he realized just how bad his situation had gotten. There was no way that loovar was enough to save him. He’d seen the way the creature had torn apart that pirate ship. He’d seen the way it had grabbed and killed those pirates. There was nothing keeping it from killing him next.
Then, without any sound but the sounds of the water, the creature sank down into the ocean and out of sight.
Linebeck immediately hurried back into his cabin, just barely remembering to snatch up his mop.
He wasted no time in getting his ship up and running again, and set a course for the island before even thinking of relaxing. Linebeck anxiously surveyed the sea as he steered the ship away, but spotted nothing out of the ordinary.
…Maybe the loovar had satisfied that… thing. Linebeck tried not to think much about it. But his nerves were still shot by the encounter, and he stiffly steered until the sun began to set.
He didn’t anchor the ship until stars glittered in the sky. Linebeck moved gingerly around his ship, half expecting that monster to return. But the evening was quiet, and Linebeck eventually felt relaxed enough after doing his rounds. He collected every book he had that mentioned sea monsters and went out on deck to read and rest.
Linebeck rested against the prow. He set the books in his lap and started flipping through each one, quickly skipping through what turned out to be a catalogue of common seafaring enemies, and finding a short collection of short stories based on powerful creatures around the world. As the sun dipped further below the horizon, Linebeck finally reached a much more informative book- one that had been gathering dust at the edge of the shelf- and flipped through more slowly, inspecting each illustration. Dragons, sentient plants, fish creatures, and Linebeck slowed down upon reaching the chapter reserved for deities. It didn’t take long for him to turn a page and find a familiar illustration.
It was little more than a collection of sketches, but that eye was unmistakable. Linebeck leaned over the book with a small spark of triumph in his heart. He was right- it was one he’d heard of before, a creature named ‘Bellum’. Apparently a powerful, demonic sea monster.
Linebeck felt a faint shiver down his spine and he sat up and stared off across the sea. He shut the book and gathered up the rest. Back in the cabin, he locked the door out, and hesitated with his hand on the knob. That nearby island was his destination, a small island with a small town that he’d been for. He needed supplies, needed to restock on food and parts and whatever else eluded him at the moment.
He double-checked the lock and silently headed down into the storage room. Linebeck left the volume with the information on Bellum on the table, and put the rest back on the bookshelf behind the thin bar that kept them from falling out.
Bellum.
Linebeck turned and stared at the book on the table. In the dim light of the few lit lanterns in the room, the book seemed almost ominous with its dark cover and elaborate spine. Where had he picked this one up? Was it one from home, or something he’d bought on a whim a while ago? Either way, it was worth reading through and taking notes on- even if the information he wanted seemed to only take up two pages.
Linebeck idly rubbed his hands together. The only indication of his lingering anxiety was the thin layer of sweat on his palms. Most sea monsters were known through shared stories and rumored sightings. Once he got all he could from the book, he could start asking around at islands. With any luck, though, he wouldn’t have to see that thing again.
#my writing#cant remember the other tag and i do NOT have time to check#uhhhhhh would greatly appreciate feedback/constructive criticism#just know that ill disregard anything related to the story bc thats set in stone- looking more for stuff with the actual prose#or a bit on how linebeck is written (he doesnt feel. anxious. enough so i will ahve to work on that)#if the formatting is fucked then idk. when i posted that warriors thing a while back it fucked up the formatting then too#tbh. not feeling as bad abt this as i wqs before giving a quick editing read through. i still think it needs some real work tho#‘with any luck though he wouldn’t have to see that thing again’ <- thoughts of a guy whos gonna fuck that thing by the end of the year#depends on your definition of fuck ig. i know whats going and i think fuck is a bit if an exaggeration but its also funny#anyways i haved mixted feelings on this but i do really want to improve it so. this aint ff.net or ao3 but id appreciate uh. replies?#whatever here its just shy of 4k words iirc#long post
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me and the work girlies having socialist convos at the end of the day
#funny as hell like. we finished our workload about half an hour early#because they've hired so many of us temps. who are improving at the job each day#that there's just been less to spread around#yet bc work culture is dumb our manager suddenly told everyone to push the carts we'd already sorted#into a square in the middle of the floor? which we've never done before#and the permanent staff had no idea why either. they were also confused but resigned#I passed one and said ''hey so is this just because we have 20 minutes of the shift left''#and she just laughed and shrugged and was like idk ask him lmaooo#definition of busywork#so we're all just standing around for 10 minutes until the manager starts calling people over to move... other stuff idk.#and I'm walking to join them when this small group of coworkers behind me goes HEY#you don't need to go. look he's got enough people and he's not looking stay heeere#so we just end up swapping stories about the managers giving us tips to process the conveyer faster#even tho we uhhh work SO hard already. :)#and one woman went ''I was thinking. ummm. I could go faster. but you gonna pay me more??? so I worked slower ❤️''#nothing but respect for us grunts here tho vs the management. I've never known a single person in the 3 weeks I've been here#to not come and help someone who looks busy on the opposite conveyer when theirs is slow#turns out people are naturally nice and helpful when you don't take advantage and try and make them work harder#bosses will never learn this <3
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By the way, you can improve your executive function. You can literally build it like a muscle.
Yes, even if you're neurodivergent. I don't have ADHD, but it is allegedly a thing with ADHD as well. And I am autistic, and after a bunch of nerve damage (severe enough that I was basically housebound for 6 months), I had to completely rebuild my ability to get my brain to Do Things from what felt like nearly scratch.
This is specifically from ADDitude magazine, so written specifically for ADHD (and while focused in large part on kids, also definitely includes adults and adult activities):
Here's a link on this for autism (though as an editor wow did that title need an editor lol):
Resources on this aren't great because they're mainly aimed at neurotypical therapists or parents of neurdivergent children. There's worksheets you can do that help a lot too or thought work you can do to sort of build the neuro-infrastructure for tasks.
But a lot of the stuff is just like. fun. Pulling from both the first article and my own experience:
Play games or video games where you have to make a lot of decisions. Literally go make a ton of picrews or do online dress-up dolls if you like. It helped me.
Art, especially forms of art that require patience, planning ahead, or in contrast improvisation
Listening to longform storytelling without visuals, e.g. just listening regularly to audiobooks or narrative podcasts, etc.
Meditation
Martial arts
Sports in general
Board games like chess or Catan (I actually found a big list of what board games are good for building what executive functioning skills here)
Woodworking
Cooking
If you're bad at time management play games or video games with a bunch of timers
Things can be easier. You might always have a disability around this (I certainly always will), but it can be easier. You do not have to be this stuck forever.
#actually autistic#executive dysfunction#neurodivergent#adhd#not news#hope#at least it's been very hopeful for me
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hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT
Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.
When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.
I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.
Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.
For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.
Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.
The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!
It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.
I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).
Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)
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golden boy | jayce x female reader
1.7k words
content: fawk it, jayce making a damn vibrator with hextech…and suspending my disbelief that they even knew what that was and he legit created it idc!! walk with me girl!!!
18+ minors dni, angst, pathetic! jayce, kinda mean but closed off reader, pining (?), some fluff, smut duh, vibrator used on reader…also jayce is kinda a sarcastic mf here
notes: idk what came over me guys, but I feel like this could end up being longer than just a one shot bc the angst made its way in like usual. also jayce is a smartie pants, leave him alone guys.
update: part two is up now!
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
He heard you before he saw you, your light saunter approaching him. Jayce had to immediately curse himself, because while he was rather smart, his reflexes were damn slow. He didn’t even think to cover his sketches before you were already close enough to crane your head over his shoulder.
A hand found his back, rubbing it encouragingly. “What ya workin on?”
Jayce was someone who loved to be affirmed. You both knew that. So before even registering the odd shapes you were looking at in his drawings, you wanted to let him know you were there and that any stress that lingered would soon dissipate. You were confused, then, when he rose quickly. He used his broad shoulders and back to block your view.
He smiled, clearly caught off guard. “Just some new stuff…you know…the mind never stops!” His cheeks soon blossomed with a rosy sheen across them. There was a sympathy in your gaze, but an even larger feeling of intrigue.
Jayce was easy to distract. As much as he loved to work on his creations and improving Hextech, he was also extremely needy. This often left him quite impressionable under your touch. Over the course of your relationship—which you would admit wasn’t actually a thing—you used this to your advantage.
You approached him slowly, an arm outstretched toward his face. He instinctively learned towards the palm of your hand. You intended to at least plant a kiss on his cheek, but he was a lost puppy these days. Just that action alone was enough for his body to relax into you. You had an opening. You slipped your hand behind him under the guise of stabilizing yourself on his workbench—grabbing a handful of the loose pages.
With a squeal you backed up, and spun around. “Wooooo what do we have here!”
“Wait-“ he turned between you and his work, “you tricked me?”
Holding the papers up toward the light to inspect them, you quirked a brow. “All in a days work, babe. Although…I don’t exactly know what I’m looking at here.”
Jayce was exasperated, how humiliating for you to have found these—even more that they weren’t even done. He was a scientist, after all. He needed time to finalize and test every possibility. He didn’t want to fight you for the papers—couldn’t really.
“Its just,” he sighed, “some stuff for you- or um, us?” He didn’t mean to sound like it was a question, a chance. It was definitive. He knew numbers and percentiles the same way he knew you. There was a desire there to be something more than just this. But he was entirely too passive to ever tell you. So he worked tirelessly at the only thing he knew you would show up and stay for. He didn’t mean for us to sound like a question, but it was.
You’d turned your back by then, the best angle of the sun shining towards your back and thus highlighting the drawings. Your intense gaze had faltered, your shoulders slumping. Like any other feeling you’d felt for Jayce in the last two years, you pushed it away—relying on humor as a shield. People are too fickle; you liked your independence and didn’t want to get hurt. Not again.
You ignored that feeling in your stomach that said to not be mean to him again, you knew he didn’t deserve it. You just couldn’t help it. Without acknowledging the weight of his statement, you continued, “what do they do?”
He senses your lack of focus, hastily snatching the pages from over your head. They quickly found their way back into a folder and cast aside.
“Well…its for,” his eyes purposely avoided yours. The ceiling was suddenly really amusing.
“Way to leave a girl hanging,” you scoffed, turning towards the door. “I just wanted to check in, but I will come back when I am wanted I guess.”
You didn’t take him seriously. That wasn’t new, but the feeling of wanting to do something about it was definitely a unique occurrence.
Before he could grasp what he wanted to say, the words flew from his lips. “Sit down.”
You stopped in your tracks, intrigued and slightly turned on by the firmness in his tone. “Scuse me?”
“You should sit…sit down. Over there.” He gestured towards a couch he’d made in his workshop. You complimented him on it once, knowing he’d made it just because he could. That was something you liked about him, undoubtedly. He had the capabilities to do so much more than he could even conceptualize and you wanted that for him. But the hopes for his future, rubs on his back, and longing gazes were too much for you.
Despite this, you were never one turn down a man like him finally standing up to you. You shrugged, “Sure, whatever…I’ll sit.”
“Good.”
The man turned quickly to retrieve one of the items he’d drawn in his sketches. This specific one was made with you in mind. It took so much dedication to perfect, but little effort to actually create, really. He’d think of your time together, the praise that would leave your lips each time he’d even breathe near your clit. The way your body would writhe against his. It was intoxicating. He figured something to make that even more special for you was due. But how could he just keep giving to someone who didn’t want to truly have him.
He wasn’t brainless. As much as he loved to hear it, being a good boy felt demeaning sometimes. He was a man, and he wanted you in a way you refused to see.
He’d show you.
“Take off your clothes.”
Jayce explained to you once that the body had red blood cells, that they carry oxygen. It confused you, now, because you were damn sure weren’t bleeding all over his chair and yet every single breath in your body was gone.
“What?”
“Clothes. Off.”
“In a I’m gonna experiment on you kind of way, or we’re gonna fuck kind of way because-“
“Both.”
You didn’t want to seem too eager, but damn you wished you had less pieces of clothing on right now. As you stripped, you were grateful then for the warmth of the forge. The sudden chill on your skin caused you to shiver. Jayce appeared suddenly, something in hand.
“I am actually not sure what to call this,” he showed you the object in the palm of his hand. It wasn’t very large, or maybe his hands made it seem smaller, you weren’t sure.
“Thats okay,” you leaned back on the couch, “show me.”
He was on you immediately, an eagerness on his lips you’d never felt from him before. You were usually the one in charge. So when he pushed you flat on your back, his clothes still on, you felt the difference. He’d swung his leg over you, now straddling you. You were too distracted by the kisses trailing over you to realize he’d reached between you two.
He made his way around your neck and toward your ear. “Let me know how this feels.”
You gasped, a vibration hitting your body unlike anything you’d felt before. Jayce was skilled in many ways but this was—wow. You met eyes with him, words struggling to form in your throat. Your brain seemed to have been empty, too.
He let the feeling pulse before slightly circling you, teasing you.
“So this, is what I have been working on.” He surveyed the way you gasped underneath him, looking into the distance. “Its not quite done yet, but I had to change some things here and there to make it better. Ya know, make it ergonomic, not too loud, stuff like that.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but all you managed was a frustrated groan. He was pissing you off. How could he be making you feel this good and talking like a fucking nerd right now.
“I also thought about sensation…what you like,” he smirked a bit. He was proud of himself. “Sometimes when you’ve had a particularly hard day, slow and deliberate does the trick, right?”
He continued to press into you, urging an answer from you. It was quite interesting how the tables seemed to turn but he didn’t complain. This is what he wanted—you helpless and confused under him while he ruined you for anyone else. He was tired of hearing how you couldn’t be tied down. Jayce Talis was no idiot, you were holding back.
“Isn’t that right sweet girl?” At the same time he questioned you, he’d raised the speed on you. A buck of your hips immediately after. “You don’t have to answer, I know.”
Sweet girl. He’d never said that before. The undertone of him trying to rile you up while simultaneously being his usual endearing self was too much. Your hands had found your face, a sudden embarrassment looming over you. That didn’t stop him.
“But, because I care about you feeling good, I added another feature.”
You felt the continuous sensation increase sporadically and then back down, chocking out a whine.
“Intuitive right?” He used a free hand to brush the hair from your collarbone, latching his lips there. He spoke into your skin, “Essentially, I used the Hextech to not only control the stimulation but to work at the users command with little effort.” He paused, wanting to see you. “So when I do this,” a surprised yelp from you, “or this, you really feel it.”
He’d never been more proud. You were often one to lead him, and he liked it. But now, with you here helpless, he couldn’t help but urge you on. He continued to ramble, speeding up to a pace he knew left you unraveling.
You couldn’t take it. It took everything in you to get the energy to yank his hair and finally speak, “Jayce-“
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Can do,” and with that, he sucked down on your chest. He knew you’d loved that.
The entire ordeal felt like years when in fact, it had only been a few minutes since he started in on you.
“You go ahead and finish, I’ve got you.”
It wasn’t much longer before the heat in you exploded, a series of groans clawing its way from your vocal chords.
He’d continued to coax more from you, he felt he was owed as much.
Eventually sleep overtook you, the man recognizing the familiar lull that creeped up on you.
He spoke, mostly to himself, “we’ll talk later.”
You replied, to his surprise. “Sure thing, golden boy.”
part two
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oooh I have an idea for a modern!jace fic. I am a sucker for academic rivals to lovers so something like that. maybe reader finds out that jace is struggling (I thought a foreign language class since he struggled with valerian) or the teacher makes reader tutor Jace. I hope that made sense!
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You despised above everything anyone who was from a sports team. They were loud, entitled, arrogant, and made college all about them. You had a special hatred for that one guy from the football team who was banging at your dorm door at 11pm on a Thursday, thinking he was at his ex-girlfriend's dorm.
But when Mr. Perron had asked you to tutor the center player of the hockey team in exchange for extra credits, you couldn’t refuse.
You thought it would be easy and that he would take your tutoring seriously — his place in the hockey team was on the line —, but Jacaerys Velaryon was a pain in your ass. He had difficulty concentrating after twenty minutes and kept arguing over the spelling of words.
‘’You can’t pronounce it like that,’’ you said for the third time since you sat at a table in the tutoring center.
‘’Why not? It’s written that way,’’ Jace argued back, pointing to the word in the textbook.
‘’Because that’s not how you pronounce ‘croissant‘! I don’t make the rules.’’ You held back an exhausted sigh, your patience wearing thin. ‘’If you go to Paris and say it like that, they’re gonna laugh at you.’’
‘’They’re gonna be too distracted by my charming smile to hear my wrong pronunciation.’’ He flashed his signature smile at you, the one that made most people swoon, but you shook your head, refusing to engage in anything other than what you were there for.
‘’Unfortunately for you, your charm will not work on Mr. Perron,’’ you said, making his smile disappear. ‘’And it definitely won’t work on the exam.’’
Forty-five minutes later, Jace still couldn’t seem to get the translations right. You felt like he wasn’t even trying, but he actually was. French was just not sticking.
‘’Look, I’m here to help you, but if you want to waste my time—’’
Panic set inside Jace. ‘’No. I really need your help,’’ he insisted, his eyes wide with desperation. ‘’I swear I’m trying. If I don’t pass, I’m gonna get kicked off the team. There’s five games left, and we are so close to the play-offs. Please, don’t let me fail.’’ He looked at you intently, almost like a puppy dog begging for a treat.
You stayed at the tutoring center for another hour. There was a slight improvement, but Jace would need a lot more hours of tutoring to pass his exam.
So, that’s what you did. Everyday at 7pm, he would meet you at the tutoring center and bring snacks from the campus café, claiming studying on an empty stomach was proven less effective by studies. You hated how he made crumbs on the table and how casually flirty he was, but his charming smile was growing on you and making you less indifferent by the day, much to your annoyance.
You quickly shook those growing feelings out of your heart, refusing to fall for a hockey player. He already had a ton of girls at his feet. The chances he would reciprocate those growing feelings were too slim to even consider.
‘’Thanks for helping me. It means a lot to me,’’ Jace said on your last tutoring session. ‘’I’ve improved a lot this week, and I would not have been able to get this far without you.’’
During your time together, you got to know him a little and no longer saw him as just an entitled college athlete. He was sweet and thoughtful, and a true mama’s boy. You tried so hard to cover your fondness when he answered his mother’s call during a session. He even had a cute picture of his family as his lockscreen.
You gathered your stuff, putting everything into your backpack. ‘’Can I ask you something? Why did you take French if you struggle with foreign language?’’
Jace groaned, embarrassment filling his body. ‘’Because it seemed easy…and girls like it when a guy speaks French,’’ he admitted, his cheeks pink as he covered his face with his hand.
‘’Watch them all fall for you when you pronounce ‘croissant’ correctly.’’
A small laugh left his lips, amused by your teasing.
The sound of his laugh made your heart flutter, but you played it off by facing the other way. He couldn’t know that his charm was getting to you.
‘’There’s one week left until your exam. You gotta keep studying if you want to pass,’’ you said to him. ‘’No relenting.’’
You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked to the door, preparing to exit, but Jace called your name.
‘’What do I get if I pass?’’
His voice made you slowly turn around to look at him. ‘’You get to stay on the hockey team?’’
Jace pulled back on his Wolves hoodie, making you daydream about wearing it and smelling his woody cologne and something that was just him. ‘’No. What else do I get? I need something to motivate me.’’
A smirk curled at the corner of your lips, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. ‘’If you get above 80%, I’ll suck your cock.’’
To you, it was a joke — just a joke —, but Jace never studied this hard before. He spent all his free time with his nose in his french textbook, and even brought it to the gym so he could study while running on the treadmill. His teammate made fun of him, but he didn’t care. The reward would be worth it.
On the day of the exam, he asked Mr. Perron if he could grade his exam immediately, needing to know if he could play tomorrow night. Jace waited impatiently as the man checked everything, nerves bubbling in his stomach. When Mr. Perron handed him his exam, he walked out and started looking for you.
He found you sitting in the quad, reading by yourself. He ran over to you, and shoved his exam in front of your face. At the top right corner was a bright red 81%.
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SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Room Relaxation Vignette
"Happy Birthday"
[Courtyard]
[rustle, rustle]
Lilia: Heeey, Malleuuus~ Come out, come out, wherever you are~ Sebek's about to burst into tears 'cause he can't find you~
Jade: I was curious what you were up to what with your fervent rustling through the hedges… I see, you were searching for Malleus-san.
Lilia: Oh, Jade. We're supposed to be having an important meeting in the dorm right now, but he's nowhere to be found.
Jade: My, an important meeting? How fascinating. Is there some pressing issue?
Lilia: Nothing dire. Actually, the Pop Music Club decide to throw together an impromptu birthday performance tomorrow!
Lilia: And we wouldn't want it to clash with the party we're hosting at the dorm, right? So, we wanted to make sure the schedules lined up.
Jade: Aah… So that's what it was. Speaking of the Pop Music Club, I found the performance they gave during the freshmen club orientation to be utterly captivating.
Jade: To think you were putting in this much effort behind the scenes to make it happen. I'm sure this one will be just as hilar― splendid as last time.
Lilia: Well, yeah, we're gonna go all out and rock on! It'll be in our club room like usual, though.
Lilia: There's no admission to come see us this time. You should come and witness my amazingly passionate screamo.
Jade: Fufufu, just hearing you speak of it is giving me quite the thrill. I definitely will be coming by.
Lilia: Kheeheehee, I'll be waiting. …Oookay, I need to get back to searching for Malleus. See ya, Jade.
[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]
[Diasomnia Students chatter]
Lilia: ―Everyone, I found Malleus. Just as I thought, he hadn't realized it was the meeting time already.
Lilia: Now, we might be a little late, but we'll start the meeting now! We need to quickly chat through the important stuff, since we're short on time.
Lilia: For our Housewarden's sake, we'll start with the agenda for today…
[Diasomnia Student A speaks]
Lilia: …Hm? You've already spoken through the topics? You all thought it would be rude to bother Malleus with this meeting?
Lilia: So you're saying… I DIDN'T NEED TO GO LOOKING FOR MALLEUS~?!
[Diasomnia Dorm – Lilia's Room]
Lilia: Whew. It's a struggle having so many model students taking initiative...
Lilia: Well, now I'm done with my shower. I'm not taking one step out of my room anymore.
Lilia: Let's gooo, the sun's set already so I'm feelin' at the top of my game. My day finally starts now!
[Diasomnia Dorm – Lilia's Room]
Lilia: First, I'll do all my daily quests for my game… Huh, where's my keyboard? I swear I had it here yesterday…
[rustle, rustle]
Lilia: Ohh, here it is. It just got completely buried under this stack of papers.
Lilia: There sure are a ton of papers scattered about. This is a test from last year, and that's something I got my first year here. Oh, and this…
「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」
Lilia: A survey? …Oh right, Crowley was practically demanding that it gets filled in.
Lilia: I was ignoring it, since I couldn't really think of anything to write. I guess I should finish it up before it gets buried under things again.
Lilia: But even so, what am I supposed to request…? We're kept out of the rain and wind, and have fully working AC. I also have an abundance of time to spend eating or enjoying myself.
Lilia: I am able to watch over my family learn, while surrounded by friends. It would be too greedy to ask for anything more.
Lilia: I'll just write, "I have no issues with the current quality of life," and―
[clatter, clatter…!]
[CRASH!]
[THUD! BAM!]
Lilia: Things just keep falling off their little piles whenever I turn around. …But hey, it's no big, since it's not interfering with me at all!
[knock, knock]
Lilia: Hm? Looks like someone's here, and so late at night. Coming! I'll open the door so hold on a sec.
[Diasomnia Student B speaks]
Lilia: Oh, it's just my neighbors. Don't worry, there's no problems here.
[Diasomnia Students leave]
Lilia: Dear me, that's the problem with stone buildings, they make even the smallest noise echo so loudly. Especially when it's quieter at night.
Lilia: Whenever I'd play my instrument, there'd be an uproar about some kind of terrifying sounds echoing night after night.
Lilia: All I was doing each day was playing a little drums while doing a little dance… Dorm life sure can be difficult to get used to.
Lilia: If I didn't have to deal with that, then I could watch movies at full volume, or stream video games…
Lilia: Ohh, I guess this is something I can add to the survey. "Sound travels too easily. I'd like to install a soundproofing system.
Lilia: What else…? Ah! I don't have time to be doing this. I'll miss my consecutive login bonus. I need to log in to the game right now!
Muscle Red: Farewell, see you next raid.
Lilia: Today's drop rate was trash… On days like this, it's best to just cut my losses and not keep going.
Lilia: Before I turn off my computer, I think I'll check out that online crane game. Sometimes they have some real fun prizes there.
Lilia: Ooh, that plushie armrest looks cute! How many people are waiting in line…? Oh, just one. Perfect, I'll join the queue then.
Lilia: I never thought there'd come a day where I'd be able to play a crane game from the comforts of my room.
Lilia: It has so many different things, from snacks to everyday objects, and even gives a free play for logging in. Someone thought this through real well.
Lilia: Even these dragon feet slippers I'm wearing now was something I won from using those free play tickets.
Lilia: Oh, it's finally my turn. This little plushie looks like it has a heavy head, so… I'll start by dropping the crane around here!
Lilia: Take that! …Nice, it moved like I wanted. Then now, I'll aim for the same place one more time―
Lilia: ―Now I'm just feeling waaaay exhausted… Even after it felt like it would almost fall, it still took a long time to get there.
Lilia: Everything came out alright in the end, since I got it, but… Looks like it wasn't just the drop rate in the game earlier, my luck is just no good today.
Lilia: But I was able to get what I wanted, so I'm happy with that. Winning it when I wasn't expecting it is just another kind of fun.
Lilia: Well, I guess next I'll continue watching that one drama on the streaming site… Hm? What's this recommended video…?
Lilia: My favorite band just released a new song! I gotta check out their music video right away!
Lilia: Kheeheehee, there's still so much I get to do tonight. I love how every single day is packed full of fun things.
[Diasomnia Dorm – Lilia's Room]
Lilia: Urrrgh… Urh… Bright… …Why's there sunlight?
Lilia: Oh, I forgot to close the curtains… ...Tch. …Disgusting…
Lilia: ...Ah, no, I should get up… Hrrrnnngh, so briiight!
Lilia: In the end, I wasn't even able to do half of what I wanted to do. Night sure does pass quickly…
Lilia: If I just get everything ready with magic, I could fall back asleep now and still make it in time for class… Or not, I'd probably just end up sleeping in.
Lilia: I guess I'll head to the washroom to try and wake up.
[Diasomnia Dorm – Washroom]
[splash]
Lilia: Whew! The water in the wintertime is so chilly that it wakes me right up. Now, next is…
[Diasomnia Student C speaks]
Lilia: Oh hey, good morning. I see you've come to the washroom as well, this morning. …Hm? What am I doing?
Lilia: It's skincare, S-K-I-N-C-A-R-E! You shouldn't skimp on it, you know~? For example, I'm going to…
Lilia: Hm? Was I supposed to start with this watery stuff first? Or was it the more paste-like stuff?
Lilia: …Eh, shouldn't matter which goes on first! Once they're on my skin, it'll all end up the same.
Lilia: 'Kay, skincare done! As for the makeup… Ooh, right, I should try to do the clumpy eyelash I saw in a video the other day.
Lilia: I'll just use magic to toss on my eyeshadow. Done. The eyelash curler is… Ah, here it is.
Lilia: First, I need to make sure my eyelashes are standing straight up. Like―
Lilia: …Ouch! I caught my eyelid! The road to cosmetic beauty sure is filled with pain and patience…
Lilia: Once I brush the little hairs, I need to apply mascara to make them longer before they lose their structure.
Lilia: Then, I'll use the tweezers. I need to make little clumps before the mascara dries―
Lilia: And there we go, I've given myself the doll-like eyelashes that's all the rage with the young folks these days!
Lilia: Hehe, it really goes well with my big and bright eyes.
Lilia: Next is fixing my hair style. I'll just apply some silky smooth hair milk all over my head, and…
Lilia: Then poof it to completion with a bit of magic. Kheeheehee, I look splendid, befitting of what a birthday boy should look like!
[Diasomnia Dorm – Lilia's Room]
Lilia: Okay, time to get chan… Ouch! Uuuurrrrg… My pinky toe… What numbskull left an amp right in the middle of the walking path!?
Lilia: …Right, this is my room, so the culprit can only be myself. Why does it feel like this room just feels smaller than before?
Lilia: Should I get more storage?
Lilia: …Nah, if I'm going to buy any furniture, I should prioritize getting a small tea table for when Silver and the others come to visit.
Lilia: …Haha, listen to me now. When I was filling out the survey, I thought I was satisfied with everything as they are, but…
Lilia: I can still think of more things I want, and even more things I want to do. Now, when did I learn to wish for such extravagance?
[Main Street]
Jade: Good morning, Lilia-san. Was yesterday's meeting able to go off without a hitch?
Lilia: Morning, Jade. Both the party and the performance are ready to go. Today is going to be a real fun day.
Jade: Fufu, I am certainly looking forward to see what sort of performance we'll be… blessed with today. A very Happy Birthday to you.
Lilia: Right-o! Make sure you have the time of your life during today's performance, too!
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vi who's just a total hot mess...
Don't get me wrong, I love confident Vi who knows exactly what she's doing, a little smug and self-assured that she knows exactly what you like and how to give it to you. Who always has a shadow of a smirk tugging at her lips. But I feel we're sleeping on canon Vi—like that girl was a mess. Did you not see the way she looked at Cait?! My girl is the definition of "sure babe whatever you say".
So here's some little hot mess Vi headcanons I love
She's always bumping into stuff. She's got bruises all over her hips and legs from the amount of times she's caught herself on the table corner or counter top. It's gotten to the point where if there's a cupboard door open on a high shelf, you automatically cover the corner with your hand when Vi's around because she'd pretty much guaranteed to bang her head.
On that note, she's always dropping things. She's not allowed to touch the fancy dinner plates or empty the dishwasher because of it. Every few months you have to buy new glasses because yup, the others are all somehow broken. Again. ("I don't understand where they all go!" Vi complains, genuinely confused "I can't have broken them all.... did I?" Spoiler alert she did, in fact, break them all.)
Still on that note, she trips over everything. Everything, her path could be completely clear and she'd still stumble. It's sort of endearing, like you're leaving your flat and she's tripping over the front mat—"Who the fuck put that there?" She's so indignant it makes you smile. "We did, it's a mat. You know, the thing that goes before a door?"
When undressing you or tugging off her own clothes, she'll inevitably get an arm tangled, or struggle with buttons or a belt buckle. It always makes you both laugh a bit, because she's always so impatient and gets stuck on the smallest things. "Who the fuck invented these?" she laughs, amused at herself, her shaky fingers. But when you try to help she'll whine, "No, no, almost got it." (Half of your clothes end up ripped when she inevitably loses patience.)
She's super clever and can pick up things pretty quickly, but she's always trying to cut corners and experiment to make it "easier." Baking? Who needs all that measuring crap, she can just eyeball it. And sure, the cake tastes amazing, but it also swelled up like a balloon because she accidentally tipped in half the container of baking soda. The fire alarm gets set off at least once a week; now if you smell smoke you just... leave her to it.
She's super into tech and fixing stuff, which means lots of taking things apart, and the odd yelp here and there as she gives herself small electric shocks. One time you come home to smoke wafting through the kitchen, the distinct smell of burning rubber and a very sheepish Vi, who accidentally melted some kitchen utensils. How?! You don't even ask. (After that she has to work in the garage.)
She's always covered in grease from "improving" things on her motorbike. You're terrified every time she takes it for a spin, thinking for sure one of those "improvements" is going to get her in some sort of trouble.
Climbing onto the roof without shoes to fix something, sticking her hand through a dubious hole in the wall without gloves, leaning close to a faulty socket without glasses. "Hey, don't panic Cupcake, what's the worst that could happen, huh?" and you wave a wild hand around "Ugh, you could die?!"
Like sure, she's confident and daring and smirks her way through everything, but also laughs until she chokes, and pulls every "push" door, and basically will fall over her own feet if she's not gripping your hand. She thinks dad jokes are hilarious and doesn't know her way around your neighbourhood even though she literally grew up there. Whenever she's out you'll inevitably get a "hey I'm lost" call. "Where are you?" "Uhhh, like... opposite a post office?" You think for a second, orientating yourself. "Okay, turn so the post office is on your left, and keep walking." There's dubious silence from Vi's end and you sigh, biting back a smile. "Your left, like the hand you write with." "Ohh! Got it, got it..."
In a new city it's even worse, because she refuses to use maps. "Who needs directions when you can have adventure and discovery!!" "Vi, I'd hardly call the red-light district of Paris adventure, I just wanna see the bloody Eiffel Tower!"
Walking out in the sexist outfit ever, tattoos on full display, chains around her waist and looking unholy in steel capped boots, and your mouth has never been so dry in your whole life and "Hey Cupcake, can you help me? The stupid zip is tangled..."
anyway disaster Vi everyone, she has my whole heart
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PAC Tarot: Who's your prominent spirit guide right now? how to connect? + messages
so we are going to be channeling your prominent spirits. choose a photo that your intuition feels you should choose. i gave a front and back cover for each pile in this reading. please like, comment, and reblog. i really appreciate it. ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
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Pile One - Auraya
This spirit sparks a lot of inspiration, adrenaline, excitement, passion, drive, desires, and MOTIVATION in your life. wanting to work with you, as a team, and be that light and fire. wanting you to/helping you protect your boundaries and negativity from lovers, and relationships. overall their a spark of energy, fresh, fiery. this is definitely an ancestor, you might was literally alive when they died and know their grave at a cemetery. "how does pile one know them"... this tarot deck image is a zombie from the dead in a cemetery. they are a master manifestor. probably really creative, could be connected to your sacral chakra, i didn't pull for the chakra fairy oracle yet. but they spark inspiration, bring luck into your life, opportunities, help you build foundations and stuff so you can be happy & fulfilled. I picked the pictures before I pulled the cards, so the ace of wands as overall is a confirmation this spirit is ready to fire, and has energy. Also where you could know them from wether it be present as a spirit, or when they were alive in the physical body, maybe a past life, or karmic cycle is somewhere where you worked on something with. they work together with you, they build with you. help with you school, finances, goals, projects, tasks, etc. This being your prominent spirit right now, you may have a project you need to work on and manifest and this spirit is most prominent in your life. this is a highly powerful spirit, manifestor, and probably connected with the root too (again didnt pull for chakra fairy) that is connected with divine, and your divine timing and fate. they like being pleased, and satisfied, and want the same for you. they flourish in emotional satisfaction.
okay pulling for your chakra faery card, for who they are you got aphrodite (heart chakra). and wholeness of self (solar plexus chakra). now both chakras are nude woman, so this may be a feminine energy, and may be connected to your sexual energy with the ace of wands and 9 of cups. the heart chakra and solar plexus chakra are the 2 chakras (3rd and 4th chakra) above the root and the sacral (1st and 2nd) as i mentioned before. the solar plexus and the heart chakra has much to do with self love, comfortability, acceptance, wholeness she's very connected to that.
ai computer reading after me : The spirit guide coming through here is a powerful force of transformation and manifestation, someone who embodies immense creative energy and brings forth opportunities. This guide helps align your path with destiny, constantly guiding you towards fulfilling your desires and creating your reality. They are tied to themes of love, sensuality, and personal fulfillment, deeply connected to self-love and divine pleasure. You've likely connected with this guide through your own self-improvement and mastery, particularly in moments of hard work and dedication to personal growth. This relationship flourished when you began truly understanding yourself and aligning with your inner power. They’ve always been there, waiting for you to embrace your full potential.
To connect with this spirit guide, you need to embrace a journey of completion and personal mastery, stepping fully into your own power. This guide urges you to recognize the cycles you’ve completed and take pride in the strength you’ve gained from your experiences. You’ll connect by confidently stepping into leadership, trusting in your passions, and having the courage to pursue your desires boldly. But it’s also about allowing yourself to remain open and emotionally vulnerable—approaching this connection with curiosity, imagination, and a childlike sense of wonder. Most importantly, it requires walking away from old emotional patterns or situations that no longer serve you, making space for deeper spiritual insight. Once you release the past and commit to your personal path, this guide will be there to meet you, leading you toward your truest self.
Your spirit guide is a force of manifestation and destiny, guiding you toward love, self-empowerment, and personal fulfillment. To connect, you need to embrace your inner strength, follow your passions confidently, and let go of anything that holds you back emotionally.
Pile Two - Kaelith
YOU ARE WORTHY AND BELONG. someone's grandmother forsure for some people. gives a lot of mom energy, a love of love, connection & acceptance and a burst of energy to connect with you. reallly really excited to connect with you on the other side, and very close. speaks to you through music, books, text. very auditory. how close are they to the veil? i really can feel and hear them and as i said & typing this birds start chirping and i seen the blue chakra fairy "transparency" as your card. makes sense with the blue lighting for the picture you chose. do you actually smoke? maybe you can connect with them through that, if you don't already, or don't usually do it/like it don't go smoking for spiritual reasons. you can always light an incense, to arise the air energy. you or them can actually be an air sign or have prominent in your chart. they could be a lover, or help you and be with you through love relationships.
they could've popped up in your dreams. they are an idealistic, creative and very curious. they are the type to like to know things, spy, investigate, always spirited, excited, with a lot of options, and ideas, and ways. you got a blue chakra fairy transparency, and a green charka fairy acceptance. this is definitely good energy they see straight through you, love you unconditionally and accept you. you are understood with open arms. strongly communicative. transparency and page of swords on top of each other and before i flipped the cards over i could almost hear them. you will start to see signs, things you read, hear, watch, texts, emails, school, work, all type of stuff. they have the energy of a stoner, the page of swords being next to seven of cups and ace of wands + the picture u chose. so much in the clouds, ideas, inspiration, thinking, transparent, blunt energy. you might know them from an accident, a tragic drastic change, something significant transformation.
ai computer reading after me : The spirit guide revealed in this reading is a dynamic presence characterized by youthful curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. They embody a sense of exploration and adventure, urging you to embrace new ideas and perspectives while navigating life’s complexities. This guide inspires you to pursue your passions with vigor, igniting your creativity and motivating you to take action on your dreams. Their connection to you likely stems from moments of profound transformation, where you've experienced upheaval or sudden shifts, prompting growth and self-discovery. They also encourage you to remain transparent and accept the truths of your life, fostering a deeper understanding of yourself and your surroundings. Ultimately, this guide nurtures your potential and guides you toward building a stable, fulfilling foundation filled with love and abundance.
To connect with this spirit guide, you’ll need to make a conscious decision to step outside your comfort zone and confront your fears or unhealthy attachments. They encourage you to break free from limiting patterns or temptations that hold you back, allowing yourself to see things from a new, more enlightened perspective. Emotional balance is key, so you must stay grounded and maintain control over your feelings as you navigate this connection. Ultimately, the guide asks you to release any past pain or betrayals, letting go of what no longer serves you so you can move forward with clarity and inner strength.
Your spirit guide is a force of curiosity, creativity, and deep emotional wisdom, helping you navigate complex situations and inspiring personal transformation, especially during times of upheaval. To connect with them, you need to release old attachments, face your fears, embrace new perspectives, and maintain emotional balance as you move forward with courage and clarity.
Pile Three - Talia
Hmmm, a lot of people reading this one could be from other piles. Could appear as a goodie two shoes sometimes. quiet mysterious deep. observant. could even be a main character in other people lives, or have main character complex. could go through a lot of stuff, and like to relax a lot. contemplate, journal, reflect, think. This spirit is giving strong lilith energy. She's a warrior, she can play mind games, she can cause destruction, change, fight, strong. they could be a venus sign (libra/taurus), fire sign, or scorpio or you could. they are very fun, sexy, yolo, free, passionate, adventurous. they don't play about judgement. they are fiesty and dangerous. but they are really sexually liberated, feminist, hornballs. could be someone ex partner in some life. or know them from them. or you know them for being very beautiful and attractive. they are seductive asf. confident. bold. attractive. they might be hustlers. someone who gets around in need of insecurity, finances, breakups, etc. up and leave, doesn't stay in one place to long. always fighting and competing for their security and empire. not only are they this fiesty bad seductive scary hoeish competitive money hungry girl. but they are very divinely moral, strong values, a lot of love to give, very loving, very nurturing, very caring. very playful, very free, beautiful and dangerous.
ai computer reading after me : This spirit guide is a strong, protective figure, grounded in stability and resilience, but also someone who pushes you to face internal and external challenges. They’ve likely been with you through times of struggle, helping you navigate feelings of lack or abandonment, and urging you to walk away from situations that no longer serve you. Fiercely connected to passion and inner strength, they embody transformative power, guiding you to step into your own authority and pursue what truly fulfills you. You know this guide from moments of emotional growth and nurturing energy, especially when you’ve been inspired to follow your heart and embrace your creative potential. Their energy is deeply tied to new emotional beginnings, helping you find personal rebirth through healing and self-love.
To connect with this spirit guide, you need to embrace your emotional depth, practicing compassion and nurturing your intuitive side. They encourage you to seek wisdom and structure through spiritual or traditional teachings, grounding yourself in practices that promote growth and stability. Embody patience and curiosity, approaching new opportunities with a willingness to learn, while staying focused on creating a secure and prosperous future. Reflect inward, taking time for self-discovery and introspection, allowing your heart to guide you while staying open to new possibilities. By embodying Ma’at, align yourself with balance, truth, and justice, while Pele’s fiery energy pushes you to pursue your passions fearlessly.
This spirit guide is a stabilizing force that helps you navigate challenges, guiding you toward emotional fulfillment, personal growth, and transformation through resilience and passion. To connect with them, nurture your intuitive side, seek spiritual wisdom, and embrace balance and truth while remaining open to new opportunities and self-discovery.
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I do want to say, my views on AI “art” have changed somewhat. It was wrong of me to claim that it’s not wrong to use it in shitposts… there definitely is some degree of something problematic there.
Personally I feel like it’s one of those problems that’s best solved via lawmaking—specifically, AI generations shouldn’t be copywrite-able, and AI companies should be fined for art theft and “plagiarism”… even though it’s not directly plagiarism in the current legal sense. We definitely need ethical philosophers and lawmakers to spend some time defining exactly what is going on here.
But for civilians, using AI art is bad in the same nebulous sense that buying clothes from H&M or ordering stuff on Amazon is bad… it’s a very spread out, far away kind of badness, which makes it hard to quantify. And there’s no denying that in certain contexts, when applied in certain ways (with actual editing and artistic skill), AI can be a really interesting tool for artists and writers. Which again runs into the copywrite-ability thing. How much distance must be placed between the artist and the AI-generated inspiration in order to allow the artist to say “this work is fully mine?”
I can’t claim to know the answers to these issues. But I will say two things:
Ignoring AI shit isn’t going to make it go away. Our tumblr philosophy is wildly unpopular in the real world and most other places on the internet, and those who do start using AI are unfortunately gonna have a big leg up on those who don’t, especially as it gets better and better at avoiding human detection.
Treating AI as a fundamental, ontological evil is going to prevent us from having these deep conversations which are necessary for us—as a part of society—to figure out the ways to censure AI that are actually helpful to artists. We need strong unions making permanent deals now, we need laws in place that regulate AI use and the replacement of humans, and we need to get this technology out of the hands of huge megacorporations who want nothing more than to profit off our suffering.
I’ve seen the research. I knew AI was going to big years ago, and right now I know that it’s just going to get bigger. Nearly every job is in danger. We need to interact with this issue—sooner rather than later—or we risk losing all of our futures. And unfortunately, just as with many other things under capitalism, for the time being I think we have to allow some concessions. The issue is not 100% black or white. Certainly a dark, stormy grey of some sort.
But please don’t attack middle-aged cat-owners playing around with AI filters. Start a dialogue about the spectrum of morality present in every use of AI—from the good (recognizing cancer cells years in advance, finding awesome new metamaterials) to the bad (megacorporations replacing workers and stealing from artists) to the kinda ambiguous (shitposts, app filter that makes your dog look like a 16th century British royal for some reason).
And if you disagree with me, please don’t be hateful about it. I fully recognize that my current views might be wrong. I’m not a paragon of moral philosophy or anything. I’m just doing my best to live my life in a way that improves the world instead of detracting from it. That’s all any of us can do, in my opinion.
#the wizcourse#<- new tag for my pretentious preachy rants#this is—AGAIN—an issue where you should be calling your congressmen and protesting instead of making nasty posts at each other
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Steal My Thunder (T.Owens)
Pairing: Tyler Owens x female reader, Tyler Owens x shy!reader, Tyler Owens x insecure!reader
Word Count: 462
A/N: Welcome to my first Tyler Owens fic! I was throwing fic ideas around before I even saw the movie. I watched several interviews and other stuff on YouTube and took notes even. Then after seeing it the third time, I started working on this story. I don't anticipate this being a real long story, but I also will be a little slow to update because of work or writer's block or working on a crochet project I really need to finish. What I'm really saying is please be patient with me. Secondly, like in my other works, I'd planned to make this with a plus size!reader in mind, but I decided to go with insecure because I want to try and be a little more inclusive. Also, unless otherwise stated, my readers are always female readers. Lastly, I'm already working on Chapter 1, so keep an eye out for that. However, if you really like this, please let me know and I can tag you in future updates. And as always, I will be crossposting this to AO3. If you see this story anywhere besides AO3 or Tumblr, it's stolen Kthxbye! PS: Thanks to KJ & Jordyn for their help in beta-ing and title/chapter ideas! Love y'all!
Prologue
You were a Lead Meteorologist for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. You should not be handling school age tour groups. You were just about DONE with being treated like a secretary. The rest of them thought that just because Kate was gone that they could go back to treating you like they did before her.
You were quiet, shy, and someone whose love language was acts of service, so you loved to help people out. The problem was that your co-workers abused that part of you. They asked to lead the school groups, bring everyone coffee, put together packets for meetings, etc. Complete nonsense…and you were done.
It was then, as you mentally typed up your resignation, that you received a serendipitous call from Kate herself.
“I believe the sayin’ is ‘No man left behind’.”
“You’re not an US Army Ranger, B.”
“Yeah, well…” You trailed off, not wanting to burden your friend with your issues. Kate always told you that it was okay to talk to her when you needed someone, but you were stubborn. You were very much of the ‘friends aren’t therapists’ mindset.
“Talk to me B.”
“I’m happy for you, ya know? You’re back to doing’ something I know you loved. I can see it in your eyes with each video or stream I watch.”
“Okay, keep your secrets…and thank you. I am happy.”
“So…what can I do for ya? Why are you botherin’ me on my lunch hour?”
“Damn! Sorry about that B.”
“You know I don’t actually care. Tell me what’s up.”
“I’m callin’ with a job off-”
“I’ll take it.”
“Woah, I haven’t even said what it-”
“I don’t care. Ever since you left, and because I’m a huge push over, everyone’s been walking all over me. You know I had to do three tours today?”
“We’ve talked about this.”
“I know Kate. Just…what’s the job anyway?” Your friend was silent for a moment, before you heard her exhale.
“It’s storm data analysis really.”
“Elaborate.”
“We’re trying to really get down to the nitty gritty with the data from the EF-5 we got to dissipate last season and see where to improve, how to catalog it in our info database, etc.”
“I’m in”, you said. “Y’all won’t treat me like some secretary, I’ll be close to home again, and I’ll get to spend all my time with you.”
“We most definitely will not treat you like some secretary. We’re equal opportunity storm chasers out here.”
You tossed your empty sandwich bag into the trash and pulled up Word to start drafting your resignation letter.
“Say, what are the benefits as a Tornado Wrangler?” Before Kate could reply, you heard Boonie baby! Woo! in the background.
With that enthusiasm, what could possibly go wrong?
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Tagging: @buckysdollforlife @13braincellsonly
#Series: Steal My Thunder#Tyler Owens#Tyler Owens x you#Tyler Owens x reader#Tyler Owens x female reader#Tyler Owens x insecure!reader#Tyler Owens fanfiction
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The Comment Section (pt.5)
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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader
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─ · · TAGS: SPOILERS IN TAGS!! gender-neutral pronouns, angst, social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at comedy, alcohol consumption, slowburn, light swearing, kissing, fluff, mutual pinning, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.
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username99 not to be the grammer police or anything but you should also put (name)'s last name if you are putting Spencer's down since they are both not married 😬
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username48 hopefully the V.I.P passes actually work this time around
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username43 those crowd questions about to go crazy, too bad though they will probs limit their personal life stuff.
username19 they about to make a whole 1000+ people crowd third wheel, now that is talent 👏👏👏
smosh thank you for having them both for the weekend, us parents need a break every now and then
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(name)s_username so excited to attend, thank you for having me and my "husband" 🤣
username71 OMG after last years PAX and CreatorClash events I am SOOO READY FOR THESE TWO AGAIN. ORGANIZERS ARE IN THE KNOW ABOUT (NAME) AND SPENCER, (YOURSHIPNAME) FOREVERRRRR!!!!!!!
spennser we are never escaping the allegations...
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username29 Does anyone know what they are willing to sign or if they are signing stuff this year??
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(name)s_username it was awesome meeting everyone, same time next year? 😄❤️
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CreatorCon let's make it a date? 😉
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username88 was not long enough, i could listen to the two of you speak all day. defiantly worth the money!!
tomeybones i don't think florescent lighting was anyones light but you shine beautifully in it!
username48 glen powell's character should have gotten back with you at the end of the movie, you both had better chemistry!! Its giving La La Land all over again 😭
co_mill wished we could have made it but great work bestie, you killed it up there!! ❤️❤️
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username40 okay google, play "can't help but falling in love with you." move out of the way spenser, if you don't want them- i'll glady take (name)!
spennser good job fellow "spouse" 👍
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anthonypadilla i didn't see anything appear in the news so good work team!
damien_haas so as I was stuck in the signing booths you both were playing with paper airplanes and arm wrestleing?? What fairness is this?? /sarcastic positive
username71 OMG how did I just discover you now and miss a chance of meeting you?!?!?
username60 please tell me that there's a sequel coming out, I refuse to accept that you didn't re-marry him in the film 😭
phatchance excuse me but I know these two people packing out a 2000 person panel and they are the coolest ❤️
username31 I was too scared to ask anything because you both are just such pretty people like holy crap I love you both so much, you all mean the world to me and thank you so much for the hug. I am never washing the coat now
↳ username77 so that went progressively down hill lol
username12 Day 1.4 million of asking, just get together, or fuck, or something, anything but this (or breaking up for that matter) with Spencer. Like get it together.
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⚲ Pinned by Creator (yourshipname)updates ✓ 1 week ago I will take this video down if requested by either (name) or Spencer but for now... MWAHAHHAHA they have kissed with photo evidence!! ▼ 173 replies ↳ username97 1 hour ago I think I have just ascended. This is truly one of the best days of my life. Take this all your non-believers and haters!!! Amazing edit BTW! ↳ username11 1 week ago I don't think they are going to bring it up anywhere but a small victory is a victory nonetheless. I see this as a mission success boys!! ↳ username01 1 week ago I am happier for them and their still non-relationship than my own long term one hahahhaa ↳ username27 12 hours ago I am in disbelief, I never thought they would. I don't care if they were both hella drunk, they actually kissed?!?!? Like I don't know how to process this information. ↳ username13 12 hours ago fwehd0dfygdkospfhjhgf ↳ username44 just now eloquently said. username23 1 week ago 12 years of pining for one drunk kiss, I'll take it gosh darn it! username90 4 days ago Am currently re-watching all the edits and past moments while having this picture on the side monitor. I am living in a peak moment rn. username80 2 days ago I called my mom to tell her about this and she cheered as well. usernmae32 just now (name) just confirmed on their twitter that them, spencer and the rest of the smosh crew are all going to the oscars! ▼ 4 replies ↳ username13 just now Yes!!! LETS FREAKING GOOOOO!!!! username60 4 days ago This will go down as one of the greatest love stories in the history of the internet; i need movies, more fanfiction, music, and more fanart!! username78 10 hours ago happy for them, truly.
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self indulgent drabble because 1. writer’s block is truly eating my ass and 2. i just got struck with an idea as i heard an audio and i need to get it out of my system before i lose my motivation.. AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO DO THAT THAN WITH BELLEEE?!?
cw!! cheating(??) just to be safe, fem!reader is dating someone that’s amab! mentions of threesomes, lots, lots of dick mentions and dick sucking, if you don’t like dick at all this isn’t for you i’m really sorry</3
psst, by the way, p/n stands for partner name!
you and your partner have an amazing relationship, and an even better sex life, that much was obvious. although you both were content, you couldn’t help but feel the desire to improve your technique in certain.. aspects, of your love-making, mainly in terms of oral sex.
google was definitely not helping, and you were a bit too embarrassed to go and ask your significant other on feedback after having sex with them (despite how normal that actually is, contrary to popular belief.)
so, naturally, receiving your friend annabelle in your apartment a few days after having scheduled a, in her wise words, ‘important meeting’ wasn’t at all a surprise for you, especially since you made sure that p/n wasn’t at home at that time.
“hii!” belle stepped foot into your home as soon as you opened the door, immediately giving you a warm hug, thankful you even called her in here in the first place.
after politely offering her a cup of water and a bowl of snacks as thanks, she quickly got to work.
“alright, you were too nervous to explain it through text, so go ahead. what are the specifics here?” she asked, comically very serious about this whole thing.
you sighed, feeling the embarrassment leaving with each breath you exhaled, “it’s just— i think i have a problem when it comes to… you know.. my gag reflex, and all.”
“ah, i see..” she hummed, “‘problem’ is definitely a strong word though, no? oral sex isn’t a requirement, you know that better than anyone else, considering you’ve been with your partner for a while with no issues. i’m assuming you just want to learn to get them more riled up, huh?”
you stared, almost innocently, then nodded at the words.
“have you ever sucked dick before?” she continued, speaking as if this were a real professional appointment.
she chuckled upon seeing you reluctantly shake your head, “don’t worry sweetheart, by the time that we’re done, you’ll be able to take cock better than any porn star has.”
reaching for her large, seemingly filled-up backpack you had noticed her holding whilst walking in before digging into it. after a few seconds of anticipation, you saw your friend pull out a medium sized dildo, a slightly longer one and a much larger and more girthy than the previous ones.
“y-you brought stuff!?”
noticing how your blood rushed to your now fully covered face, she giggled, “of course i brought stuff y/n, i don’t think you realize how serious i’m actually taking this.” proceeding to pull out one more interesting looking item, “come on, you asked me for help, right? no need to get embarrassed now, girl.”
so you listened, and watched as she finished up preparing the materials, placing them in a line.
“alright, listen up.” she zipped the bag closed, threw it somewhere on the couch you two were sat on and sat up straight, motioning for you to do the same, and pointed to the first thing, “this is throat relaxant spray, like the name suggests, it relaxes your throat and your gag reflex, making it easier. now, i don’t really use it considering my gag reflex is practically non-existent,” you nodded at her words, your eyes fixed on said spray.
“but i did bring it thinking you’d maybe wanna start off slow just to be safe? maybe get used to the feeling of it in your mouth before going in raw and everything, but it’s honestly all up to you and what you wanna do.”
several minutes of her overexplaining the reasoning behind bringing each sanitized and differently sized dildo later, you eventually chose the format you found most similar to your partner’s and decided to opt out of the relaxant spray, much to annabelle’s pleasant surprise.
it didn’t take long before she stuck the phallic object to your wall and instructed you to suck on it the same way you would any other day. “don’t be nervous, i’m here to help.” she said, and that was somehow enough to put you at ease.
you began to do what you were told, fully aware that her attention was set on you, and you only. your lips wrapped around the head, you sucked and left gentle kisses whilst she watched you work your magic on the dildo. you heard occasional hums from beside you as you kept your mouth around the same area of the dick.
“you’re doing good, but, aren’t you spending a little bit too much time on the head?” she placed, making you pull away from the object before you, “i know you’ll gag, but try to give some attention to the entirety of the dick. here, let me show you.”
she scooted towards you, and you simply stared at her, “oh— we’re using the same.. dildo?”
“..yeah? it’s just a little spit.” her lips formed a smirk, “just watch me, okay?”
you nodded and sat there, watching her demonstrate her blowjob technique and feeling yourself get… weirdly turned on by the sight, instead of feeling ‘taught’, in a sense. the way she slowly worked her way up from kissing and licking the head to fitting the entire shaft into her mouth, almost effortlessly, got you thinking about how she’d give your partner head, guiding you on how to pleasure them further than you usually do— alright let’s not get ridiculous, you internally scolded yourself, leave the dirty fantasies for later, when you aren’t trying to learn from her.
“see how i did that? you can’t just focus on the head forever, that’s why i like to slightly pump the shaft with my hand whenever i’m not throating.”
“honestly just sounds like you’re just trying to brag, at this point.” you joked, faking an annoyed expression. that earned a laugh from her.
then, after a constant cycle that consisted of her explaining things and you doing them, annabelle had taken the dildo off of the wall whilst wearing a mischievous expression on her face. “now, let’s kick things up a notch; get on your knees.”
your eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened ever so slightly at her words, you stuttered, “excuse… excuse me?—“
“i said, get on your knees.”
and despite getting no further explanations, you still, for some unknown reason, did exactly as you were told. now sitting on the ground facing the sofa, you waited for further instructions.
“you need to get immersed.” she paused, then held up the dildo, “so, i’ll hold it for you and thrust it into your mouth while you suck it, alright? i won’t go fast or anything, so don’t worry about that.”
and of course, you obliged.
upon her signal, you immediately applied everything that she’s been teaching you throughout this entire session onto your technique, fueled by her occasional praise.
“remember to use your tongue, y/n.” she reminded, thrusting the cock in and out of your mouth, slowly, watching you as if she could feel it.
“suck the tip and—“ you bobbed your head down onto the shaft, taking in as much length as you could without gagging. “—work your way down, that’s it baby, slowly.”
oh man, that pet name definitely elicited a reaction from you that you did not expect; you felt butterflies in your stomach, almost certain that a pool was growing in between your legs.
she definitely noticed it, too. how could she miss it when you’re looking up at her like she was the one you were sucking off?
“awe, you’re getting excited, aren’t you?” she bit her lip as she tucked your hair behind your ear, “such an eager girl, suck on it baby.”
she let out quiet, airy moans as you worked your magic, in hopes to get you more and more immersed, and while it did, it also did nothing but get you riled up to a great extent. hell, you were practically drooling onto her— the cock at that point. “look at you, not even a few hours in and you’re already doing so good. mmh, you look so pretty taking it, too.”
that went on for a while, and what she didn’t tell you was that that dildo in particular, was an ejaculating one, you found that out by yourself later on.
needless to say, you felt especially different when you eventually walked her out of your apartment an hour later, and she couldn’t help but notice how still visibly embarrassed you were from that weirdly intimate interaction, but she found it amusing, endearing, almost.
“next time, you’ll invite p/n to tag along, won’t you?”
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Jegumas Day Fourteen - Feast
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The phone rang once before his brother picked up. “Reg?”
“Don’t laugh,” Regulus warned him. He blew out a breath, looking at the ingredients laid out on the table. “I want to cook dinner for James.”
There was a suspicious silence on the other end of the phone.
“Sirius?”
There was a quiet clicking sound. “Yeah, sorry, I had it on mute for a second.”
Regulus’s eyes narrowed. “You were laughing at me.”
“No!” Sirius claimed. “Well. Okay, a little bit. Reggie, you know you’re wonderful at a lot of things, right? Like, absolutely brilliant.”
“…yes, I know.”
“Right,” Sirius agreed. “So, you know, you don’t have to worry about the fact that you shouldn’t try to cook. You love James too much to give him food poisoning.”
“Sirius!” Regulus growled. “I got all of the ingredients for the chili his mom used to make him from his email. But he didn’t email himself the recipe, and I’m hopeless at this kind of stuff, but it’s her birthday today and I know he misses her so I’m trying to make the meal she always made him.”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Sirius replied. “Okay, now I do feel bad for laughing at you. Do you want me to text you the recipe or do you want me to talk you through it?”
“I’ll manage if you text it,” Regulus said, though in all honesty he wasn’t sure.
“Alright. Call me if you need help.”
Regulus rolled his eyes. “I won’t.”
Two hours later - thankfully - he had a pot of chili on the stove simmering.
Exactly on time, there was a knock on the front door.
Regulus glanced anxiously at the chili before going to open it, standing back so that Remus could come inside. “Did you get everything?”
“Yeah, Sirius actually made most of it,” Remus replied, bringing the large, insulated bag to the kitchen. “Because he’s better at it. He didn’t tell you?”
“No.” Regulus frowned, making a mental note to yell at his brother later. Or maybe to thank him. Maybe both, now that he thought about it. “Okay, help me set it up.”
“I know, I’m doing it,” Remus mumbled, already setting the containers down. “Okay, so -” he tapped each container as he spoke. “Homemade bread, cookies, tea, and mini cakes from Effie because she’d already made some and wanted James to have them when she heard what we were doing.”
Regulus nodded. “How did you get cakes from Mrs. Potter?”
“She hadn’t left for her cruise yet and Sirius was talking to her over the phone. He got them last night.”
He was definitely going to yell at his brother. Sirius wasn’t allowed to be thoughtful without telling him.
“And he called me sweet,” Regulus grumbled, setting everything nicely on plates. He surveyed the table when they were done, looking over everything. “I think it looks okay.”
“It looks great, Reg. Like a little feast,” Remus told him. He held up the bag. “I’m going to go before James gets here, but don’t panic, okay? You did a great job, he’s going to love it.”
“Yeah, okay.” Regulus tried not to sound anxious. “See you later.”
Remus stepped forward and gave him a quick hug. “Don’t panic.”
“I’m not,” Regulus insisted. ‘”Go home. I’ll text you later.”
The apartment felt too quiet once Remus had left. Regulus knew James would be home any minute now.
He lit candles to improve the atmosphere. Then he stirred the chili. Then he forced himself to take some deep breaths.
Eventually - finally - he heard the sound of James’s key in the door.
Regulus met him in the entryway. “James! How was work? How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright,” James replied, giving him a tired smile. “I called mom, wished her a happy birthday.”
“You’ll see her after her cruise,” Regulus reminded him, hating the sadness lingering over James.
James nodded. “I know. I’m happy for her, she’s really excited about the cruise.”
He’s smiling, but Regulus knows that today has been hard for him. He’s used to spending the day with his parents, and the change has been taking a toll on him for a couple of days now.
James, for all of his spontaneity and impulsivity, has routines he relies on. And spending his parents birthdays with them is one of them.
“It was a good gift,” Regulus replied. He tugged on the edge of his shirt, a little nervous. “Um. I made dinner.”
James gave him a curious look. “You made it?”
“Um. Yeah,” Regulus nodded, fully anxious now. “I made it.”
“I’m sure it’s wonderful,” James smiled, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his forehead. “Thank you for making dinner, love.”
Regulus takes another deep breath before grabbing James’s hand and leading him into the kitchen. “I knew today might be hard for you, so I asked Sirius and Remus to make some things your mom makes. And I made the chili. I got - um, I got the ingredients list from your computer and Sirius sent me the recipe. It might taste a little bit off, because I made it myself, and I’m not really a good cook.” He risked glancing at James then, and immediately panicked. “Oh, James - I’m so sorry. I’m - I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” Regulus apologized, watching a tear fall down James’s cheek.
Of course this was a dumb idea. He’s probably just made James miss her more. “I’ll - I’ll order takeout, we don’t have to-”
“No,” James shook his head, giving Regulus a warm smile. “No, Reg, this is - this is incredible. I’m so grateful.”
Regulus felt like he could breathe again. “Really? You’re not upset?”
James shook his head again. “I’m so thankful. I love you so much. Do you know that? I love you.”
Regulus grinned at the words, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He stepped closer, gently wiping the tears from James’s skin. “I love you. You’re really not upset?”
“I’m really not,” James reassured him. He pulled Regulus’s chair out for him. “I can’t believe you did this. Thank you.”
“Of course I did,” Regulus replied. He watched James smile as he took in all of the familiar foods.
The chili, thankfully, tasted perfect. And Regulus watched James smile without any sadness for the first time in days.
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Now and again I like to write something totally stupid and ridiculous. Currently that is a Max/Charles/Oscar threesome with one problem, three bottoms and no top.
Here is an absolutely rough first draft of the start that just made me giggle to myself because I am in a stupid mood 😂. Don't worry it will be improved upon or end up getting deleted:
“What made you think I top?” Max stares at Charles and Oscar in disbelief. He’s never topped a day in his life and he’s not about to start now, not if he can help it.
“Well because…,” Charles starts to stutter, “I just … I thought… I just did.”
“Well I don’t,” Max frowns, he is starting to wish they’d had this conversation back in the club because the excitement from the cab back to the hotel is starting to fizzle whilst they try and work this out.
“So nobody tops?!” Charles pouts and tries to make puppy dog eyes at Oscar and Max.
“Well we could just -, do other stuff,” Oscar shrugs, he doesn’t look convinced though. Max isn’t convinced either, without sounding ungrateful he did not come back here just to get blown.
“Someone is just going to have to do it,” Charles says matter of factly, “But not me.”
“Fine,” Max tries to be the voice of reason, “Whoever has the biggest dick has to top. Fair?”
Max sees the uncertainty on both Charles and Oscar’s faces and thinks he is likely on to a winner here.
“I don’t know -“ Oscar frowns and tries to discreetly lower his gaze down to both Charles and Max’s groin areas to work out the competition.
“It’s the fairest way,” Max is pretty confident he doesn’t have the biggest dick here. He’s not tiny, probably average. It’s a bit of a gamble really but they need to sort this out one way or another.
“Fine,” Charles concedes, “Just - , biggest when hard or ?”
“I’m not hard now,” Oscar mumbles.
“Me neither,” Max adds. He was hard a few minutes ago, when he was mouthing up Oscar’s neck and had Charles’ hands all over his bare chest.
“So not hard then?” Charles looks between Max and Oscar, “So do we just …”
“Whip em out,” Oscar laughs awkwardly.
“Okay but -, “ Max watches Charles and Oscar reach for their jeans, “Pants off or are we just-“
“Oh my god does it matter?” Charles huffs, “Just get your dick out so we can get on with this.”
Max frowns but does as Charles says and tugs his jeans and boxers down and takes his dick in his hand and bingo -
“Oscar wins,” Max announces gleefully.
“What?! No!” Oscar’s gaze flits between Max and Charles’ dicks. Which are both definitely shorter, “We did not say biggest length. We didn’t specify.”
“I thought that was pretty obvious,” Max huffs, there is no way that he is letting Oscar get out of this on a technicality.
“No it’s not obvious, length isn’t as important as girth. Everybody knows that!” Oscar points accusingly at Max’s dick, “And yours is thickest so actually you win.”
Charles chuckles, “He has a point. Maybe you both win. I can take both.”
“I don’t know why you’re laughing,” Max tries quickly to deflect.
“His is longer, yours is thicker,” Charles says with a huge grin on his face.
“And yours is the perfect combination of both,” Max retorts. The Dutchman can’t believe they are arguing so heatedly about dick size. And more strikingly all very adamant that they do not in fact have the biggest dick.
“He’s kind of right,” Oscar shrugs, “Its almost the same length as mine, almost as thick as his. I’d say biggest all around.”
“Absolutely not!!!” Charles protests, “No way, that is not fair. I’m awful at topping. My rhythm it’s - ”
Max stands and watches Oscar and Charles start to squabble. It’s like some kind of stand off, except rather than holding pistols they are all stood pointing their dicks at each other. It’s ridiculous -
“I’m invoking champion’s rights…” Max announces. He didn’t really want to do this but he’s recently crowned and that should surely get him something, “… so I don’t care who it is but someone better put their dick in me right now!!!”
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