#just wanted to share this because i felt very proud of myself for it!! it's very silly and childish but I AM a child- shaddup
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This hit way too hard. I came out to my mom late last year for similar fears. My parents aren't bad people, per say, and they love all of their kids - myself tentatively still included - very much. But it has always felt like there were strings attached. I told her that I'd been with my partner now for over a year and we plan to get married eventually. She said that while she and my dad would not shun me from the family, they would not be celebrating my relationship. Most of my family are very religious so I was amazed that I wasn't cut off on the spot because my parents had shunned my older sisters (who have since been welcomed back into family functions) for years on end for far less. I was proud of them for that and it showed growth and while I wasn't expecting them to be elated and jumping off the walls in excitement for me, I am sad that they will never be happy for me and that I've found someone I love, loves me in return, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
We spent our last Christmas with our respective families before moving out of state and neither my partner nor I were able to spend it together at each other's famiy homes because they are both incredibly pious and have forbidden the other from being at their house. So we are allowed to still be with our families on the condition that our partner is not with us. This just drove home even more the "loved with strings attached" aspect of family who isn't awful, but definitely not great.
"It's just so sad." This something my mom has always said about people who are LGBTQ+. Especially about my uncle, who has been married to his husband for three decades at this point, but I didn't find out by that he was gay until I was fifteen. He'd been a part of my life with his "roommate" who'd occasionally come to Christmas or other holidays. It just wasn't talked about because of the homophobia and essentially the homoerasur from my parents and their parents.
Whenever she would say things like that, I'd always think, "No, what's sad is that you think it's sad for people to love someone of the same sex. Or to realize that they identify as someone that they weren't originally assigned at birth. It is sad that you can't accept or respect people who have different beliefs than you and don't adhere to the rigid system you do, and you reject them on principal."
My only hope is that after my partner and I are married, my parents at least will allow me to bring my wife to family gatherings. Because I have every right to do that just as much as a heterosexual family member would.
To come back to what OP said, most parents of queer people usually aren't just straight forward good or bad, kind or abusive. It's very often some confusing and emotionally trying combination of "We still love you, but with conditions" and because of that you never know where the line is or what is safe to mention or talk about before they go off on you about "life choices".
Overall, having parents or family members who are passive aggressively "accepting" of your being queer is likely more far common than media shows and that aspect, as much as it sucks and is complicated, is still worth sharing.
I feel like we always see parents who are 100% super supportive allies, or parents who are horrible and cruel.  At least in media or in the most popular stories.  But I feel like that ignores just how many people have parents where you just have no idea?  And even if you think theyâll accept you on a surface level, you donât know if they have a breaking point.  Especially if you need to go on hrt, or request they change the way they think about and refer to you.  Sure theyâre liberal and all, or centrists, or âtolerantâ, but how far does that stretch?
I think most closeted LGBT+ kids live like this, wading around in the grey area. Â Iâd like it of more of us knew that was normal, Iâd like if we talked about it more.
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Hey to all artists! I want to talk about our art journey. Some of us have a long path, some have started only recently, but each of us has had our own individual path and I think it's really important to remember how we all started. And it's also important to share it with others so that no one would be scared to start their own journey and just create.
How did you start drawing? What year was it that you become more seriously and consciously interested in it?
As everyone I'll say I've been drawing since early childhood, but I think the end of 2019 is my beginning. Because that's the time I started to practice actively.
When you felt the urge to share your art with other people? When did you start posting your drawings on social media?
Maybe it's always been? I think for the first time I posted something traditional drawn on my personal social media. I started my art socials in 2020.
Your first/earliest drawing. What were your impressions of it back then and what are your feelings now?
It's hard to track my very first drawing, but here are the early traditional drawings and my very first digital hand drawing. It was before I got a tablet, so it was drawn with a mouse. My impressions? My hand was tired... But if seriously back then it looked like something cool to me and I was surprised that I could draw something like that. Now, of course, I can see all my mistakes. But let's be honest, any mistake is a move forward.
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My very first attempts after getting a tablet.
Should I mention that I was upset at the first second that it didn't work out on the first try?
Your first fanart ever
I had a lot of traditional drawings of Adventure Time (I'm a big fan of Marceline). It's roughly a little over a decade ago.
But in digital, I guess this? Snufkin and The Groke from Moomin stories. [aug 8, 2020]
Your first gallavich fanart
Hi babies! This post and this post.
[nov 27, 2023] - oh my god it's almost a year???
But what if I told you that my sister asked me to draw Cameron Monaghan�� Who knew that ten years later I'd be drawing him once again...
When you had bad days and things didn't work out, what inspired you to keep trying?
I just need to rest, try again, or think about what exactly goes wrong. When I started my path as a digital artist I was very inspired by the older work by 'big artists'. No one is perfect at the first moment and there is always a long road of striving and practice behind cool works. And I knew that the more I tried, the more I could consider myself 'cool' too. (spoiler: that feeling is still with me)
Show your old piece that you strongly dislike and tell why.
It's a hard choice. I stopped liking a lot of my work after a time, but this one was initially a struggle. I really didn't like how it looked in the end. I wasn't able to draw it as I wanted, and had problems with the face and dynamics. But the background is cool! (A lot of the work you don't like has some good in it!)
Renee and Andrew from AFTG [dec 5, 2021]
Show your old piece that you very like and tell why. What's the difference with the previous?
I love the shading and the face, especially eyes. And i still love this drawing! Face looks better than previous and hair has a dynamic, and the expression is really good.
Buck Toothsome from School for vampires [nov 8, 2021]
Show your old piece that you were very proud of back then.
I really loved this study redraw!
Ginny with Marcus from Ginny & Georgia [june 22, 2021]
Do you do any practice sketches or warm-ups before you draw something big?
I've started to do it recently! I'd forgotten how many sketches I made in sketchbooks when I was studying drawing.
I tried to change the pen pressure.
Sketch vs Final. Show your process.
Actually, it's been a tough process.
Your most recent drawing.
I'm working on my secret santa's gift right now, so I can't share it đ¤But here's my last sketch during warm-up session đ¤˛đ¤
Give yourself some praise! Look at what improved in your art!
I just want to say that four years ago I would've been shocked by my current drawings. I've really improved in drawing faces and anatomy, I'm trying new interesting composition, trying to learn new things and use it in my works.
Any advice you'd give to your earlier self?
Do more thinking while creating your art. Do a sketches warm-ups before digging into the big work. Don't be afraid to draw it again if something doesn't work. Take breaks to physically exercise!
Set a goal for yourself for the coming year.
I want to improve facial expressions. Make a professional portfolio. Keep growing and enjoying drawing.
I want to see more your drawings...
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@konaiiro @michellemisfit @heymrspatel @vintagelacerosette @sgtmickeyslaughter
@burninface @lingy910y @crossmydna @deedala
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I AM!! PUTTING GENUINE EFFORT INTO GETTING A HEALTHIER SLEEP SCHEDULE!! đđđ *crowd cheering.mp3*
#YAY ME#NO MORE GOING TO SLEEP AT 4AM AND WAKING UP AT 6AM ON SCHOOL NIGHTS BABYYY#THE FACT THAT I AM PUTTING ACTUAL AND CONSCIOUS EFFORT INTO THIS IS ACTUALLY PRETTY AMAZING FOR A STUBBORN BASTARD SUCH AS MYSELF#AYYYYYY#the only problem is that my body got used to living with only 2 hours of sleep and won't!! let me get tired at reasonable times!!!#i am SO AWAKE at 3am it's kinda bad....#Its not even insomnia- its the â¨ď¸ unmedicated crippling executive dysfunction â¨ď¸#my post#just wanted to share this because i felt very proud of myself for it!! it's very silly and childish but I AM a child- shaddup#silly chatters
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I only come on tumblr when I'm at the very end of my rope and barely hanging on by a quickly disintegrating thread and I don't know what that tells you about me
#boygenius#lah posting#I took the drugs again#I'm worse but better#I will not stagnate#i have therapy tomorrow#it's gonna be another one of those times when I spend the whole time crying#I don't have anyone anymore that i can rely on to hold space for me when I cry#i can hold space for my own emotions now thank you very much#i'm extremely proud of that fact because six months ago that hill felt absolutely insurmountable#but it really helps when there's occasionally someone else to help with that#sorrow shared is half the sorrow and joy shared is double joy#and all that#but i'm really scared for how this is going to end#i'm in really fucking deep at this point#and it's only getting deeper#i don't want to lose my person or the farm or our plans for the future#but it can't go on like this#no matter what i do#and i can't make him realise and i can't do it for him#but i'm afraid that instead of facing the music and turning shit around he's going to choose a much worse way of dealing with things#If this ends i don't think i could ever date again#i know that's dramatic but i'm being very serious about this#i keep thinking i'm dating someone completely different each time but then every time without fail after a year or two#they get into a deep funk and can't seem to do anything but stew and complain and be mean and ruin any chance of being in a good mood#every single time to the point where i wonder if that's just what happens to people who date me#and i can't stand it because while i'm far from toxic positivity i take pride in choosing to not behave like that when things dont go my wa#but i can't risk letting this keep happening again. I genuinely think i can now be happier loving myself than i'd ever be trusting romance.#I've come so far in my healing and I can't keep letting people derail me who have no idea how to self-regulate or have self-compassion#I'm getting sick again. I can feel it happening in my body
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transfem furries hornyposting online about the relatively niche/"out there" things they're into have inadvertently helped me accept myself more than the body positivity movement of the 2010s ever did
#this will not be rebloggable because i don't want people to get transmisogynistic in the notes#it's just something i've been thinking about lately#i hope i'm not like out of line for saying this please let me know if i say anything disrespectful#i just have a lot of love in my heart for transfems; especially those who log on to this website to be gay on my dash and do their thing#trans wlw being proud of their identities helped me come to terms with my own in a way. idk how to properly explain it but#idk. our experiences are very different - you have to fight to be seen as a woman and i have to fight not to#(though that is part of my identity in most cases people would use it to negate the rest)#(and of course none of us should Have to fight that but. i hope it's clear what i mean lol)#and idk like. womanhood is not achieved painlessly for you and yet so many of you embrace it so beautifully and in so many ways#it makes me want to accept that part of myself i thought i had to kill for so long#i am not entirely a woman but i love being a woman and loving other women-#platonically romantically sexually it doesn't matter#i'm so grateful i get to share a community with you all and read/hear/watch your thoughts and experiences and such#which goes beyond sex stuff but sex stuff is a particular personal struggle of mine and it's something i've been trying to cultivate a more#healthy relationship to lately. and i also know that unfortunately transfems get treated even worse than everyone else when it comes to#kinks or whatever. i don't mean to imply that everyone has to be open about that stuff. i just mean that i'm grateful for those who bravely#and proudly are. anyway i'm losing my train of thought bc i'm packing for a trip and i'm a little scattered atm but the point is#transfem wlw i love you dearly thank you for existing#[oh also this post isn't meant to bash body positivity stuff and i know it's not all the same. it just often felt too sanitized and forced#for me to relate to. ok bye]#finielspeaks
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A very big thank you
I posted this on Patreon, but really wanted to share it here as well:
Post-show life begins
For a long while now Iâve been getting up at 4.30 or 5am, grabbing myself the first coffee of four, and then coming to sit at my desk.
I open up the assembly cut of the newest TSV episode.
I listen to it, I try and pin down which scenes I need to be going back over today. I try and push through the entire morning without a break because when the momentum stalls, thatâs what kills your release schedule. (I also worry endlessly about just how much of my hair is falling out, and how spending 12 hours a day wearing headphones could be contributing to that.)
Today was different. I still woke up early - itâs a hard habit to shake off, and probably a useful one going forward. But I didnât go to my desk, and I didnât put my headphones on.
I went to the rocking chair we bought for our son when he comes, and I sat there - gently swaying and trying not to spill my coffee all over it, because for some reason itâs fucking beige - and looked out over the city skyline.Â
I slugged back my coffee surrounded by all the stuff weâve panic-bought for the baby, and I got to take all of it in - washcloths and the changing table and romper suits - with a sudden focus and a clarity and a rising excitement that I really hadnât allowed myself to feel until today, because until today the work was still unfinished and there was still much left to be done.
All at once I felt very free, and fully sated, and happy and proud for everything thatâs coming next.
Thereâs so much to feel grateful for from the past three years of working on this show. But whatâs probably going to sit with me the most is being able to arrive at that moment and those feelings today, - and we have all of you incredible people to thank for that.
Not just in terms of listenership or financial support, although thatâs been truly invaluable and a lifeline for us thatâs enabled us to actually make the show - but also your enthusiasm, your passion, your jokes and comments and everything thatâs helped to keep us motivated and working on it.
So - with as much feeling as words can convey, thank you so, so much for everything.
Whatâs coming next, in rough order
#1: Parentdom is going to take over our lives for a while! I also want to write the final Patreon episode commentaries in the next few days, while I have the time and the clear memories. #2: The next thing weâll organise will be the post-season Q&A (weâd also like to do some kind of off-camera cast party if we can make schedules work, just to say thank you to our amazing VAs and celebrate with them). Please do ask us questions! #3: We have long-unfinished commitments to the Patreon which I need to complete: the last two episodes of So Long, Good Luck, and rounding off Sid Wrightâs story. As ever, huge thank-yous for your patience with these; theyâve just been impossible to polish off while also working on the main show so much. #4: Something Iâve been thinking about for a long time is the possibility of going back to Season 1 and redesigning it from scratch to try and bring it closer in style to S2 and S3. We have the raw audio files - some of the mic quality will just be rough no matter what, but we can certainly try. This is something I want to be conscientious and careful about; I very much want to respect the sound design work thatâs already taken place, and ensure weâre not overriding anything. But I do know that the initial quality still sometimes puts new listeners off; we were learning a lot about direction and mastering from scratch, and our designers were working with limited budget and a total lack of plugins, so thereâs simply a lot more we can achieve now. (This would also be a good opportunity for me to finally rework the transcripts, another fallen hurdle). #5: A few months back, we were contacted by a literary agent in NYC who was interested in us adapting the show into a series of novels. Thereâs a long road ahead to actually get published, but I'm thrilled to say that I have signed with them and Iâm really excited to hopefully start work on the first book once Iâve settled into dad-dom. Iâll need to check whatâs possible, but if it doesnât interfere with any contract condition Iâd obviously love to share excerpts on here as itâs written. #6: Then thereâll also be another larger audiodrama project - weâve spoken about the different possibilities before! Excited to get started on our final choice.
Just one last word about endings
God, endings are scary. Because endings are impossible.
How many serialised stories actually end in a way thatâs received unequivocally well? People yelled at The Sopranos for its ambiguity and open-endedness. People criticised Breaking Bad for treating Walt too sympathetically at the end and relying on a generic mob of snarling Nazis to act as his final foe.
Endings are either too pat and neat, or too inconclusive to be satisfying, or too surreal and dreamlike, or they simply make what feels like the wrong choices for the characters we care about. Weâre all caught in that barbed wire, creators and audience alike, weighed down by the baggage of whatâs come before and we've already spent so much time anticipating the infinite possibilities of how it could all turn out - itâs like we canât get free of the story thatâs trying to end.Â
And the beautiful thing about these longform, iterative works is that they insist upon becoming completely ungovernable. No matter how much of a planner the creator claims to be, how much prepwork they carry out - they were never really in control. Thereâs spontaneity and surprises and dead ends and beautiful distractions that come spilling out along the way (I was baffled and delighted to learn that people really - at the end of the show, with such limited time to spare - wanted to find out what had happened to Eddie*).Â
So they canât end. Not really. Thereâs too much wonderful mess in them to ever be reasonably disentangled.
And, of course, for every ending people remember with frustration or dissatisfaction, thereâs another hundred endings that nobody remembers at all, because we lost our enthusiasm along the way and it feels better to keep going back to the start and avoiding the slow decline. (Who the fuck remembers how the umpteenth X-Files reboot ended? What increasingly tired post-modern antics was Alan Moore getting up to in the final League of Extraordinary Gentlemen books?). I really just didnât want the show to end up in that latter category.
All of that probably sounds like Iâm warding off criticism about the show's ending, but for me itâs actually been the opposite.Â
For an ending which is all about narrative dissatisfaction, and failed potential and missed opportunities, and how we need to come to terms with the lack of existential fairness and certainty and narrative control in our lives and keep ploughing forward all the same for as long as we possibly can, Iâm massively stunned at just how positive the reception has been on here and elsewhere, and thatâs something Iâm actively having to process, because I think I was fearfully anticipating much more pushback.
But, look - the Eskew finale was originally quite poorly-received and then people came back around to it over time. So Iâm not going to pat myself on the back too hard, because maybe itâll ultimately be the opposite with this show, and thatâs OK. For 200 years everyone was convinced King Lear was improved by having everyone survive at the end and get married. Endings take time to settle into their final condition.
For now, I am incredibly relieved that the ending we chose seems to have landed for most people, and Iâm incredibly grateful for the lovely messages weâve got about it and for the trust in us that youâve all shown throughout the story.
So, yeah, letâs end with another thank you, because thatâs what I feel so deeply and so forcefully at this point.
Thank you so much again, and speak soon.
Jon
*My take? Weâve established that the guy is in some kind of blue-collar job and has been pushed into constant overtime due to the reduced workforce. Weâve seen that the so-called ânational holidayâ doesnât actually rescue workers from their commitments. So I personally imagine that Eddie was working during the parade somewhere on the city outskirts, and is alive and well.
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dress - VETTEL
pairings: sebastian vettel x famous!reader (fc: taylor swift)
summary: its known that seb has been married for a few years now despite the public never seeing is wife, its also known that yn is in a committed relationship and has been since she disappeared from public eye. maybe they are more connected than people realise
authors note: i have had this idea on my mind for SO LONG so im very pleased to finally be writing it. essentially in this, yn is taylor and seb is joe but no one has ever seen him nor know his name, if that makes sense? honestly i have no clue how this will turn out but i needed to write it
authors note 2: this is set in the midnights era however i switched the songs a bit so âdressâ is on midnights instead of âsweet nothingâ and vice versa!! also âdressâ is going to be a single. i also apologize for how all over the place this is, especially the tweets
authors note 3: just pretend whatever says taylor swift says your name and the photos with her hands have a wedding ring!! i also got so confused when trying to screenshot the twitter stuff so the timeline ones are backwards
authors note 4??: haha didnt realise there was a 30 pic limit... pt 2 here :)
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yn on her story today, possibly posting song lyrics! thoughts?
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user3: NEW ERA INCOMING
user18: OH I AM SO READY FOR THIS
user13: NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC
user66: is this hinting at her reputation era?
user13: i was just thinking this, more specifically the time just before reputation
user72: MUSIC ABOUT LOVER?? OH I AM SO HERE FOR IT
user55: if it is about lover and the time before reputation this will BREAK ME like,, HE SAW THE BEST IN HER EVEN IN HER WORST TIMESđđ
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everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing aboutâŚ
this album has been such a rewarding piece to create and im so glad that soon enough you will all be able to listen and enjoy it with me! one thing i love in particular about this album is the song âdressâ
dress was originally a piece i started to write when making reputation however i felt it was right to keep it to myself, to keep it between my partner and i for a little while longer. however recently our lives have been changing for the better, and while that lid of privacy will still be on, i want to share more with you guys
you have all been on this journey with me and you have treated my partner and i with the upmost respect and for that i thank you. for me dress is a letter, its statement, its a declaration of my love for him and im very grateful to be able to give this to you all
this song is one im very proud of, i really enjoyed writing this the first time, and getting to revist and polish it up felt very special to do.
dress out now on all platformsđ¤
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seb in suzuka with the grid at his turn 2 bee (insect) hotels,, we've missed seeing him at the track :(
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user3: of course the grid come together for him :â)
user5: im not crying!! just hay fever!!
user5: oh i have missed him SO MUCH
user7: NO BECAUSE YOU DONT GET IT HES BACK
user88: DID YOU GUYS SEE THE VIDEO OF HIM HUGGING CHARLESđđ
user34: the way he was like a teacher throughout the whole thingđ
user18: does anyone know if hes staying the whole weekend or is it like monaco??
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user18: ok thank you :)
user77: the way the first thing lewis asked him was if his wife was okay, oh what if i cryđđ
user66: im kind of new here, have the grid met sebs wife?
user77: i know they all at least know about her and know who she is, i dont think everyone has met her but i know lewis has met her quite a bit!!
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#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1 social media au#social media au#formula 1 insta au#formula 1 social media au#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel fanfic#sebastian vettel#â
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Sweet Things
You've been brooding all day, even Astarion is at a loss on how to pull you out of it - until he offers you a sweet treat, with lots of bickering of course.
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Author's Note: Written for the Hot Chocolate/Mulled Wine" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. Honestly my favourite piece I've written so far for the challenge - let's see if it will stay this way.
Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,6k
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You had been in a bad mood the whole day with no particular reason for it. And nothing was able to lift your mood. Not even your vampire and his usual shenanigans had been able to pull you out of your puddle of negative feelings. Especially when Astarion had suggested you come with him into the city to run some errands.
The usual excitement you felt to go outside during the crispy cold but beautiful winter weather, to walk through the snow and see the lights in the city - it was non-existent today. In fact, you had taken one look out of the tall living room window, scowled and Astarion had thrown a little fit about how âyou made him venture forth into the perils of the winter smitten city so the two of you may yet survive the bitter coldâ. But even his histrionics, little pout and round red eyes had done nothing to change your mind.
Astarjon had sighed in defeat: âAlright, my love, you go and soak in your bad mood as long as you can, I'll wrangle you out of it soon enough.â âDon't threaten me with a good time, Astarionâ, you had replied dryly but the vampire had just smirked. A plan had undoubtedly been set into motion. After that he had been off to go into the city - of course not without coming over to you, cupping your face softly and pressing a kiss to your lips.
Afterwards you had tried to make your peace with your bad mood and had curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, just staring into the flickering flames.
A while later you heard Astarion return to your shared home.
âI've returned from the hunt, my love, and I bring you some bountyâ, the vampire declared. You turned around to see him standing in the doorframe with a huge grin and an inconspicuously looking bag in his hand. You saw some melting snowflakes glisten in his curls. He looked very proud of himself with how he let the bag dangle in front of you, one eyebrow lifted inquisitively.
Oh, you knew he was daring you to ask about it. This was one of his signature ways to get what he wanted: teasing you by holding the carrot in front of your face and then quickly moving it out of your reach with an âah ah ahâ and a fang-baring grin.Â
And you felt how his tactic even slowly started to work now.
âA bag? Aw Astarion, you shouldn't have! Bags are my favourite!â, you gave back and felt a sassy grin grow on your face. Turning around on your knees on the plush sofa you placed your arms on the rim of the piece of furniture and then placed your cheek on top of it - basically hugging the backrest.
The vampire frowned at you, obviously unsatisfied with your insolent reaction. But he wouldn't be Astarion were he to give up because of that.
âYes, a bag. And if you stop being such a miserable and yet so sassy little thing, you might even get what's inside of itâ, he snapped back mockingly.
âYou know, usually this time of year when someone threatens you with the thing they have inside their bag it's a rod to punish the naughty.â
âWell, seeing how naughty you've been to me today, who says there isn't a rod in there?â His grin had turned sultry, his gaze dropping in a way that made other than your negative feelings churn inside of you.
âI repeat myself from earlier: don't threaten me with a good time, Astarionâ, you replied with a smirk. Simultaneously you noticed that your bad mood was slowly lifting. Well, he was your soulmate after all, wasn't he? He knew all the tricks.
Astarion in the meantime had put his hands on his hips in an affronted manner. You heard telltale, soft clanking sounds coming from the bag and raised your eyebrows at the vampire.
âSo, are we sulking or are we trying to outwit me, eh?â, he commented with a little sneer, but you knew he was only teasing. âCan you at least decide what your mood is?â, he continued when you first made big sad puppy eyes at him and then stuck out your tongue at him. âIt's getting exhausting to keep track of your whims, love.â
He quickly and easily dodged the pillow you threw at his face and grinned at you.
âThat's pretty rich coming from you, loveâ, you answered and flipped him off. âNow tell me what's in the bag!â
The vampire clicked his tongue in disapproval: âYou lost the privilege of finding out when you threw the pillow, no you'll have to wait.â
You threw another pillow with a pout but your partner had quickly turned and left the room altogether.Â
Since you had no intention of losing other privileges and knew exactly that Astarion was way too greedy for praise and thus would come to you again, you just turned around and lounged on the couch once more. You closed your eyes and felt that most of your bad mood had disappeared already, so you simply relaxed to the bustling and rustling that had started coming from the kitchen.
You hadn't planned on drifting off.
But then you were awoken again by the smell of something delicious filling your nose. You opened your eyes and saw an incredibly ugly mug in the form of a boot in front of you.
But more important than its form were its contents you immediately recognised as: delicious hot chocolate with some slowly melting meringue drops on top of it.
And when you looked up you saw that Astarion was holding the cup almost directly under your nose with a smug grin on his lips.
âSomething sweet for my sweet thing?â, he asked while batting his eyelashes excessively and his grin growing even broader.
âWhere did you find the most hideous mug on this plane of existence?â, you replied and sat up on the sofa - also making space for Astarion to sit beside you.
The vampire sighed massively while he sat beside you and handed you the mug: âYou are a ghastly little thing today, have I told you that?â
âAt least with me itâs only today.â
Now even Astarion was flabbergasted.
âBy the gods, loveâ, he said with raised eyebrows and then took a swig from his own mug you hadnât noticed before. âYou really do spend too much time in my companyâ, he finished after he had put down the cup again.
You peeked over at his cup and figured he must have gone for something with a little more kick than hot chocolate - mulled wine most likely.
âAnd now go and drink your hot chocolate which I so painstakingly made for you, love, or Iâll show you ghastlyâ, he said and leaned to you, narrowing his red eyes at you. You just made big innocent puppy eyes at him again.
You had every intention to comply - but first you swung your legs over his and covered the both of you with your blanket to make it extra cosy. And then after some fussing from the vampire and some readjusting you had snuggled up on the couch. Astarion kept sipping on his mulled wine and you finally tasted your hot and sweet beverage.
When the first of the rich, warm taste hit your tongue, you couldnât help but let out a pleased moan and let your head fall back.
âIt tastes amazing, loveâ, you moaned and let your eyes roll in delighted pleasure.
âWell then. Maybe I should introduce some hot chocolate in the bedroom if this is how you react to itâ, Astarion commented. He was trying to play over it with his sultry joke but he was obviously proud of himself for having made what caused this reaction in you.
âYou prepared it perfectly, Astarion, thank youâ, you said now in a genuine tone and let one of your hands cover his which he had carefully placed on your blanket-covered knees.
He looked at you then with a small, sweet smile.
âThanks for taking the time and the patience to put up with me and make this, Astarionâ, you said and softly squeezed his hand. His smile grew broader.
You sat and drank and talked and joked. At some point you made Astarion try his own creation while you got a sip of his also very delicious mulled wine. He insisted he still preferred savory because he already had that one sweet thing in his life. But you saw him lick his lips after trying the chocolate.
When you had downed your beverage to the last drop, you sighed contentedly while the vampire looked fully pleased with himself.
âFeel better now?â, he asked and put his mug down on the floor. You simply nodded and watched as he leaned over to you.
âGoodâ, he whispered while he kept leaning in closer still. âBut you still have a little something thereâ, he continued in a deep tone and eyed your already opened lips. You just made a silent âohâ while you expectantly awaited yet another treat from Astarion.
He softly grabbed your chin and closed the distance between you. You closed your eyes, expecting the kiss.
But then the vampire just grossly licked over and around your top lip to get rid of the remaining chocolate there.
You kicked and squealed trying to get him off you and stop torturing you with this gross procedure but he had the upper hand.
And then he had jumped up grabbing both your cups, promising to return with a refill of mulled wine for the both of you while you wiped off your mouth with the back of your hand.
âAnd you call me ghastlyâ, you screamed after Astarion but you couldnât stop the big smile spreading over your face.
From the kitchen you only heard the vampireâs laughter in response.
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goodbye Mersmp
Super long message below!! (Funny story!)
and a message to the CCs at the end! <3
This is a piece that means so much to me. 21 months ago the designs for Theo and Faye got released. That day, i drew them! On paper with the supplies I had laying around, in a sketchbook smaller than my hand. At this point I was proud of my art but still very nervous about it. I had no idea how to draw them. I struggled a lot.
The second time I drew it, a year had passed. I felt I had been able to grow a lot as an artist and was excited to show how much I improved, so I redrew it! I loved how the lineart turned out and was so so excited to see the finished piece! But guess what? I hated it. I colored it in and still hate it to the point that I donât even have the final version saved to my phone. It makes me feel ashamed.
But now, Mersmp has come to a close and the characters I have grown to care about so deeply have gotten their happy ending. So I wanted to give this piece that as well.
And finally, I think I can finally say I did.
I started drawing this final piece as soon as I was able to screenshot their epilogue designs. I was determined to make it right. So I sat down and drew, and drew, and drew, only taking an hour break to have dinner with a friend (donât be like me). Finally, at 3am, eleven hours later, I was satisfied.
In this final piece are things that show just how tired I was. There are countless freckles on both characters, even under their scales! Thatâs a lot of dots. But wait⌠not the smallest. If you zoom in close enough they have pores! Much smaller than their freckles. Thatâs really a lot of dots! My freckle brush must have really come in clutch, right? WRONG! I dont have a freckle brush! All of this was done with one single smooth brush and I made Every. Single. Dot. Individually. That must have been pretty hard on my stylus, right? ONCE AGAIN WRONG! I donât have a stylus! All of this was done on Ibis Paint x, a free art program, on an old janky ipad I got for free because it was so broken, all drawn with my finger. Even if I got a stylus, my ipad is too old to connect to any of them, including apple pencils.
The moral of this story is to never give up and not to let your resources limit your creativity. It doesnât matter what medium you use, just do something to learn and keep pushing to improve. You will get there. Despite everything, you can do it.
And to the Mermp crew: Thank you for everything you have done. Through the story you have told and the community you have built, you have helped myself and others to grow in many ways. I myself learned a lot from Theo, learning that I do in fact go nonverbal at times and that does not mean there is anything wrong, and that I can feel conflicted and unsure about gender and expression. I learned I donât need to be fixed. Just like I have now learned to look at the first redraw. I may not like it, but it is an expression of who I was at the time. Similar to Cella and Bite. Those characters may not like what they did in the past, but they are able to look back and recognize that it made them who they are today. If I always was proud of my first redraw, I may have never pressed myself to make this third one as beautiful. Thank you for the stories and lessons you have shared with us and allowing us to grow along side you and your characters.
And maybe, one day, a year or so from now, I can return to this and redraw it again, seeing what other things I enjoy in the future and how they may shape me to change.
With love, Turtle.
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On The Throne
Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x f!readerÂ
Summary: Dorian fulfills your fantasy of being fucked on his throne.
Warnings: 18+ smut
Word Count: 2,943
Authorâs Note: Iâm not 100% satisfied with this, but Iâm still proud of myself for finishing it. I stayed up until 4:00 in the morning to finish writing and editing, and then put it in my drafts. And please ignore how boring/dumb the title is. I couldnât come up with anything else.
âEveryone out.â Dorianâs voice rang throughout the room, echoing off the marble floors. The guards quickly left, including Chaol who sent a glance toward his friend and then to you before shutting the doors behind him. The room was completely empty now. It was just you and Dorian, who still had his eyes on you. Â
Chaol had fetched you from the library, informing you that Dorian had requested your presence in the throne room, but did not say why. When you asked if something had happened, Chaol had quickly reassured you that the king was fine and had simply wanted to see you.Â
The way Dorian was currently looking at youâa predatory look in his eyesâmade your heart skip a beat, and you took a moment to study his clothing. He always dressed immaculately, but today he showed to be the perfect portrait of royalty. His black hair neatly combed with a gold crown placed perfectly upon his head, a fitted black jacket embellished with red and gold, a silk tunic, black trousers and black knee-high boots. The wedding ring adorning his fingerâa silver band with a sapphire jewel that matched your ownâgleamed in the sunlight.
Your body started to feel warm, your dress too constricting.
The corner of his lip tugged upwards and he reached out a hand, gesturing for you to step up the dais. âCome here.â
You remained still. His eyebrows faintly rose at your defiance and you could see a sliver of amusement in his eyes.
âAsk nicely,â you said, a small grin starting to form on your lips, âand then maybe I will, husband.â
He chuckled, the noise coming out breathy. âPlease, come here my dear wife.â
After a moment of mock contemplation, you obliged, slowly walking up the steps so you wouldnât trip over the fabric of your dress.Â
Once you were within his reach, you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together, looking at his wedding ring before speaking. âWhen Chaol came to get me I was worried at firstâI thought maybe something had happened.â Dorianâs gaze softened. âHe was quick to reassure me that you were more than fine, although he didnât share why you wanted to see me.â
Dorian started to smile. âI didnât tell Chaol why I wanted to see you.â
âAnd why is that?â you asked, head tilting to the side.
âBecause I didnât want him to know that I would very much like to fuck you on my throne.â You choked out a laugh and felt your face begin to warm. His smile widened at the sound, sapphire eyes bright. A few weeks ago, laying in your shared bed after hours of passionate love making, you had confessed to Dorian about your fantasy of having sex on his throneâwith no one else in the room, of courseâand he had only laughed and playfully teased you before fucking you once more. You thought he had forgotten all about it. Apparently not. He added, âBut Iâm sure he will figure it all out rather soon.â And then a sly grin came across his face. âIf he doesnât, then Iâm sure the noises will be confirmation.â
âYour mother would be horrified if she found out,â you mused. It was no secret that Georgina Havilliard wasnât overly fond of you. When envisioning a future wife for her eldest son she favored the idea of a princess or at least a woman of high nobility, not a commoner like you. But Dorian didnât care about her opinion and had no problem voicing it. He loved you and thatâs all that mattered.
Your husband only shrugged before lightly tugging your hand. You saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes and knew that he wanted to indulge you in your fantasy. You lowered yourself onto his lap, straddling his hips and his large hands immediately gripped your thighs. Bringing your hands to cup his jaw, your thumb lightly traced the sharpness of his cheekbone, and then brushed it against his bottom lip.
You let yourself take time in admiring his features. His beauty. Just Dorian himself. Your Dorian.
Removing your hands from his face, you lowered them to his shoulders, and then to the firm muscle of his abdomen through his clothing. His stomach tightened at your touch and with one last glance at his face, your lips found his in a soft kiss, one so at odds with the burning desire that snapped through the air. Your entire body was tingling from excitement and the feeling of his warmth seeping into you.
Dorianâs tongue meets yours tentatively, waiting for you to lead the kiss, letting you decide how you wanted it. You let yourself take control. You alternate between gently nipping his lips and stroking your tongue against his while running your fingers through his thick hair.Â
Your heart was racing and your face warm. Dorian pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. His lips were swollen from your kisses and his tanned face was a light shade of pink. âTell me what you want,â he breathed, sapphire eyes glazed over with lust.
You swallowed, trying to catch your breath. âYou.â
âWant me to make you feel good?â he murmured.
âYes.â You nodded eagerly, and not bothering to wait for him to take control, your hands grip the collar of his tunic as you drag Dorian in for a kiss thatâs desperate and a little sloppy. His tongue in your mouth once again, and his hands move to cup your ass, kneading the flesh. A pleased sigh leaves you.
He deepens the kiss. Itâs demanding and ravenous. You let yourself melt into him, let yourself just be here in the now with him. Unashamed and happy. You teasingly roll your hips against his hardness, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through you, and a low, rough groan escapes him. You repeat the motion again, feeling arousal pool between your thighs.
His lips began to plant kisses along your jawline, and then leaves a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. Sucking the skin before harshly biting, a gasp leaves you at the slight stinging sensation. âI want to see my marks on you.â And you wanted to see his marks on you too. You wanted everyone to know that no one could touch you like Dorian could. That no one would ever be able to please you like Dorian did.
His hands started to untie the front laces of your dress, your bare breasts now exposed, and your nipples hardening from both your arousal, and the cool air. His lips leave love bites on your neck and collarbones, and then your breasts. You looked at him to see that his eyes were already on you, pure hunger shining in them.
And when Dorian brought your nipple to his warm mouth, you couldnât stop the strangled moan that left you. Your back arched as your hands came to rest on his broad shoulders. He continued his torturous teasing; the rough sucking, the gentle biting. Your head tipped back as his fingers tugged at your other nipple. âDorian,â you mumbled. Your cunt was wet, the lace fabric starting to become uncomfortable.
He wasnât using his phantom hands. He wanted you all to himself.Â
He lips wrapped around your other nipple, continuing the same ministrations but even more harsher this time. Your thighs tightened around him. He shuddered when your body moved against his, a debauched sound escaping his throatâa sound you wanted to hear more of.Â
You continued to slowly grind yourself on him, desperate for some kind of relief. A pathetic whimper was voiced when your sensitive clit rubbed against the fabric of his pants.Â
âI need more.â The words came out as a plea. It wasnât enough. Your body craved more.Â
Dorian released his mouth from you, looking into your eyes and said, âTell me what you need and I will give it to you.â
âYou inside of me.â
Your fingers trembled as you quickly undid the button to his pants and then his zipper. He pushed the skirts of your dress further up until your panties were completely visible, and without hesitation he pushed the material to the side and slid a finger through your folds, a breath leaving him at the feeling of your wet cunt.
You brought Dorian in for another kiss, one that left you breathless, and then pulled back to look at him. His hair was messy from your fingers running through it, pretty flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. He still had the pale band around his neck from where the collar had been, but it did nothing to diminish his beauty.
âYouâre beautiful,â you breathed.Â
Dorian laughed, his eyes glimmering with mirth, and your heart skipped a beat at how joyous it sounded. âI prefer devastatingly handsome.â He paused to kiss you once more. âBut thank you.â
You smiled and opened your mouth to respond, but a moan came out when he slid a finger inside of you, purposefully slow. You looked down to see his finger sliding in and out, gathering more of your slick. âYou like seeing me touch you?â
You nodded, slightly rocking your hips and bringing your hand down to rub your clit at a steady pace. A silent hiss left your lips at the contact, and pressure started to form low in your belly, a bundle of nerves starting to become more intense. His other hand kneaded your breast, adding more stimulation, making your orgasm grow nearer, even more so as a second finger entered you.
Your cunt started clenching rhythmically, eager to find that release you desperately wanted. You started rubbing your clit faster, feeling a sheen layer of sweat on your body and hairline despite the room being a little cold. You could only imagine how messy your appearance was right now, but you couldnât bring yourself to particularly care.
Breathy gasps left you as you climaxed, your body shuddering from the intensity as Dorian helped you ride through your high. The feeling leaves you in ecstasy, slightly buzzed. Only when you stopped pleasuring yourself did he gently remove his fingers.Â
He brought them to his mouth, sapphire eyes glazed over with burning desire, and tasted your arousal. A pleased sound left him. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he pulls you in for a fiery kiss, your tongues stroking against one another.Â
You push down his undershorts, his cock springing free, hard and the tip leaking with arousal. You swallowed. You wanted Dorian to fuck your throat until tears streamed down your face, but that would happen next time when you two had more time, it could wait. Instead, you grabbed his cock and stroked him, and Dorian tipped his head back.
Your thumb collected the moisture at his tip, rubbing it along his slit and he groaned. You could tell that he was restraining himself from bucking his hips. After giving a soft squeeze, you very slowly start stroking him. His brows slightly furrow and his hands tighten their hold on your backside. You give a harsh tug, and then another before picking up your pace a little more.
The restraint that Dorian was holding onto broke free as he removed your hand from his length and tightened a fist over it, giving a few leisure strokes of his own, and then angles himself up with the entrance of your cunt. And when you finally lowered yourself onto his cock, you couldnât stop the shudder that ran throughout your entire body. The feeling of him being inside you felt so warm and full.
You both paused for a moment to just breathe each other in, and then you began a slow pace, placing a hand around his throat and the other on his chest to balance yourself. The stretch of his cock is a delicious torture; you could never grow tired of this. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you ride him. His hands come to rest on your hips to help steady you.
You could feel a thin layer of perspiration cling uncomfortably to your back, but you ignored it as you lightly squeezed Dorianâs throat and closed your eyes, feeling nothing but pure bliss.Â
Very slowly you start to move a little faster, his heavy breathing encouraging you. Each time your hips moved upward you squeeze around his cock, making his eyebrows lightly crease from pleasure and his hands tighten their hold on you. You bring your mouth to his, and heavy, forceful kisses leave your lungs burning for air. Your hands and his own are all over each other, frantic, as if you two canât get enough of one another.Â
âHow did I get so lucky?â he asked. âHow did I get so lucky as to have you?â
Before you could open your mouth to respond, Dorianâs hand came down to harshly smack your ass and you gasp in surprise. He does it again, but harder this time and it causes you to clench around his cock, and in response he lets out a quiet groan. He lets his nails lightly scratch the side of your ass before slapping you again. You wouldnât be surprised to find handprints later on.
He stopped your movements by firmly grabbing your hips, and before you could question what he was doing, he slammed you down onto his lengthâhard. You both let out choked moans and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. He repeated the same motion thrice more before snapping his hips upward. The sound of skin-on-skin echoing throughout the room.
âYou can take it,â Dorian panted.Â
His hands are still holding your hips in place to keep you in his control. Your back arches in pleasure, a small whimper leaving your lips, and a deep pressure starts building in your belly, tingles rippling through your entire body. You plead for your husband to go faster, desperately wanting to find release. Your mouth hangs open as your forehead falls against his, and a bead of sweat trails down your temple from your hairline. You ignore the uncomfortable feeling of sweat clinging to your body.
Your hands cup your breasts, kneading the flesh before rolling your nipples in between your thumbs and forefingers to add more stimulation. You groan at the sensation. Dorian watches keenly, his throat bobbing.Â
Your cunt is throbbing painfully and your walls are pulsing as your body tightens around him. He releases his hold on you so you can move against him, and you bring your hands to rest on his shoulders to ride him faster.
âTake what you want,â he encourages. âRide my cock like a good girl.â
You whine at the praise, clenching around his cock. He moans at the feeling of your tight, wet walls around him. The sound sent a rush of pleasure to your core. He kisses you harshly before speaking again. âYouâre doing so good for me. Always so good for me.â
The knot in your stomach twists. âIâm going to come,â you gasp out. Your movements become chaotic and uncontrolled. You start rhythmically pulsing around his cock and he snaps his hips in a frenzy to help bring your climax closer.Â
âThatâs it,â he rasped. âCome for me.â
With a loud moan, your orgasm rolls through you in an intense convulsion, your vision blurring. Your toes curl so hard in your slippers they begin to cramp as pure ecstasy floods your body. Your limbs tremble and spasm as you hold onto Dorian tightly, burning your face into the crook of his neck.Â
He curses, nipping the lobe of your ear as his warm hands grip your thighs. His hips buck frantically, chasing his own release, and when you clench around him again he groans loudly, spilling into you. His breathing is ragged against your neck as his thrusts slow down before coming to a stop.Â
The two of you trembled in each otherâs arms as you came down from the high. You sigh, closing your eyes, letting yourself rest your head on his chest and listen to the erratic beating of his heart. Dorian lazily ran his hand up and down your back. His touch is soothing and gentle, like always.
The air in the room was stifling, too hot, despite it being chilly when you had first arrived. You swallow, trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. You could feel your dress stick uncomfortably to your skin from sweating, and stray pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead. You were too dazed from your orgasm to care about your appearance.
âDo you think Chaol knows?â you ask softly. Both of you had been in here for more than ten minutes and neither of you had exactly been quiet, and Chaol wasnât dumb; he saw the way you and Dorian were looking at each other before leaving the room.
âGiven how loud you and I were, then yes, I would assume so,â Dorian says. âBut if he isnât aware, then I have no problem fucking you again.â
You laugh loudly at that and he joins you, the sound making your heart skip a beat. You had no problem with being fucked on his throne again, if anything it made you want to do it again.Â
âI would like that,â you respond, stifling a yawn.
âI thought as much.â You couldnât see his face, but you knew that Dorian was smiling, and you felt a smile bloom on your lips too, feeling happy and content with being in the arms of your husband.
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Returned Call
wc: 765, genre: exes to lovers(?), warnings: cursing in beginning, slightly unedited
note: although i feel this could be read as a stand-alone, here is the sequel to Missed Call you guys were asking for. i hope you enjoy âĄ
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system: You know. Lee Minho. Not available. Voicemail. Speak.Â
Fuck you, Lee Minho. No, seriously, fuck you.Â
Tell me why I was contacted by not one but three of your dancing buddies within the past twenty-four hours about how youâve been moping around and trudging through your routines for the past week.Â
They were all essentially the same. You havenât been the same since we broke up, is there any way we could reconnect, give you one more chance, blah blah blah.Â
You must be doing really bad if one of them was Hyunjin, of all people.Â
Two months too late, donât you think?
As if any of this was my fault.
âŚ
I was getting better before you called, you know?
I finally fixed my sleep schedule. I wonât lie, it took longer than Iâd like to admit to break the habit of staying up late for you. At least I was already used to sleeping alone.Â
I reconnected with some old friends since I couldnât talk to Jisung as much without being reminded of you. They can still read me like a book, even after all these years.
I even went on a date.Â
Granted, it was with myself, but I like to think it still counts. Â
âŚ
You know what I realized on my âdate?â And while out with my friends? And on the sleepless nights I spent staring up at my childhood bedroomâs ceiling?
I had forgotten what it felt like to be seen. To be appreciated. To be loved.Â
It seems like youâve come to that conclusion as well, because youâre right. I deserved better. I deserve better. I may have ended our relationship, but I wasnât the one who left first.
I remember our last kiss, paired with another one of your lies I foolishly kept believing in until I finished the movie night you promised youâd be home in time for. And I remember waking up on the couch with a sore neck to see your fatigued silhouette entering the front door, barely sparing me a glance as you dragged yourself towards the bedroom.Â
You didnât even look sorry.Â
How could you, I guess, if you left everything back at the studio?
âŚ
I used to admire your passion, Minho. I hate that I still do. You pour everything you have, everything you can possibly give, into what you love. So why couldnât you do the same for us? For me?
You say you love me, but why does it feel like I lost something I'm not sure I ever had?Â
âŚ
Where did we go wrong? What did I do wrong? I gave everything to you. I gave you my heart, my body, my entire being. I gave you everything until there was nothing left to give.
I never asked for anything outlandish. I think itâs reasonable to want to talk with your partner, to share your lives with one another. I think itâs reasonable to ask about when youâll be home for our anniversary without being yelled at in front of your friends.Â
You want me to be proud of you? You want me to be happy about one of the very things that ripped us apart?
Yes, youâre selfish, but Iâm no better.Â
âŚ
Maybe this is my fault. After all, no one should feel obligated to love someone. I just never thought itâd apply to us.Â
âŚI wish I could hate you. I really do.Â
But all I see is your stupid face smiling at me when I close my eyes. I hear your laugh ringing in my ears when I remember the ways you said or did something ridiculous to make me feel better after a stressful day. I still feel the warmth of your body wrapped around mine when we did wake up next to each other, our legs entwined together to where it was impossible to escape. Not that I ever wanted to.Â
I want you to keep smiling at me. I want you to hold me. I want you to miss me. I want you to want me.Â
Because I still want you.Â
âŚ
I want to give you a second chance, Minho. If things could be different this time, if we could be different. If we could share ourselves, wholeheartedly, as lovers, and not strangers.
I want to fall in love with you again, Lee Minho.Â
âŚ
Call me back, when you get the chance. You can keep the shirts for now.
Just please, donât make me regret this.
liked this work? want to let me know how i did? please like, comment, and/or reblog; they are greatly appreciated my asks are always open âĄ
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ending note: I hope this didn't disappoint. I really tried my best to make it work with all the angst in here :D. I also tried incorporating parallels from Missed Call so hopefully that wasn't too annoying or anything <3
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How to Turn Your Situation Into Something Positive đľđ
Hi friends! Welcome to another PAC reading where weâll be looking at how to transform any current situations youâre in! Keep in mind there are many different groups here and there will be messages which you wonât resonate with, just leave it for someone else đâ¤ď¸ Please like, comment and reblog to share the love âŽď¸
Pile 1 đ- Hi there pile 1âs! Someone definitely did yaâll dirty in a situation and it left you feeling sad and lonely. A loss was created because someone handled a situation unfairly, and youâve been feeling very down. This situation felt like it was weighing on your chest, and possibly there was a misunderstanding of feelings, or someone took something the wrong way and blew up here. And I feel like you took the brunt of the situation for a long time. I feel like this is something that was happening for a long time, and youâve been wanting justice to come to this situation, or karma to hit that person to show them where they went wrong. Its also very possible for some of you this person reached out and reignited those triggers and youâre finding it difficult to be compassionate towards them. Your anger is understandable and so are your triggers, I feel like spirit is saying itâs important to know your boundaries in this situation and have your back. Look after you first. There are/were people who benefitted from you having no boundaries because they liked the feeling of power, and that needs to change. Thereâs this feeling of stepping up or no longer accepting their bullshit, which Iâm so proud of you pile 1! Know your worth and value. Thats how you turn this situation into a positive one. Knowing your true worth and value will help you walk away from anything that is less than what you want. This person could be bread-crumbing you and as of now youâre done with that energy! Im also hearing whilst its very understandable youâd wish someone their own karma, spend your time wishing yourself the blessings youâve always wanted instead. Feed yourself empowerment and start thinking âhow can I support myself now?â be there for yourself pile 1, and also once you heal you begin to see a lot of things that you didnât before. Within yourself and everyone else. Happy healing pile 1 đđ Wishing you the best! Please like comment and reblog to support this blog â¨
Pile 2 âŽď¸- Hi there pile 2! â¤ď¸đ Welcome to your reading. For you I see you need to distance yourself from a community or situation here and really really focus on your self confidence. Your esteem, body, and health. Thereâs something about getting your life in order and no longer letting external factors or people tell you what to do. Become your own boss in this situation. Some of you need to take an active role in this situation as well and know youâre the shit! đ like speaking up, setting boundaries, deciding what YOUâll do, not focusing on them. Youâre everything anyone could ever want, and some of you may have forgotten that. Your true power is meant to come out in this situation. What would help as well is remaining unbothered by this person or situation. Iâm hearing itâs a silly situation, for some of you. Like petty high school drama. There could be someone trying to compete with you and show they are the best, but truthfully insecurities are loud, confidence is quiet. Iâm hearing from spirit let them make a fool out of themselves because they are responsible for themselves only! What they say and what they do is on them. Continue working on yourself because I feel like whoever this is, is trying to undermine your confidence or skill, and you wonât stand for it and shouldnât! đ¤ I also feel like spirit will be giving you messages in your dreams about this situation so definitely sleep with amethyst, clear quartz or lavender herb under your pillow. If not allergic, drink lavender and chamomile before you bed â¨either way I feel like your presence is truly amazing and its like royalty, and what you need to know is that donât give those haters your attention. Focusing on yourself is literally the best outcome here. Thank you pile 2âs! Please like comment and reblog to spread the love đđš
Pile 3 âď¸- Hi there pile 3âs! First of all I just want to ask if yaâll are okay? đĽšâ¤ď¸ Yaâll seem to be going through it. Either a relationship with someone got unhealthy and controlling, or there has been a loss and youâre struggling to cope with it. Spirit is offering a lot of support and healing right now, and although you may not see it or feel it, spirit is protecting you heavily now. Thereâs a veil around you. I also feel that this ending was necessary because it was getting toxic, controlling and brought out the worse. I think someone here had to make a decision to choose themselves over toxicity. And itâs okay to hurt by that too. Honor and acknowledge your loss without shaming yourself for making the healthy choice đ I received the Queen Of Cups so I feel like thereâs something about focusing on your growth and healing now. âLet growth be your mission. Let healing be your reward. Let freedom be your goal.â I love this quote and I go by it. Spirit wanted me to share it with yaâll. I feel like yaâll have been working on your healing for a long time and revisited something of the past, and its been tough processing it. In a way, its allowing this new version of you to come through and grow every time đ𼚠This new version of you has a lot of emotional abundance and knowledge, and is definitely patient and caring. I feel like your higher self is coming through to also say itâs important to feed yourself kind words. If harsh words worked it wouldâve worked a long time ago is what I heard too. Call yourself the names you wish to be called, like nicknames, talk gently, and use respectful words to yourself the way you would with anyone else â¨đ I feel like you guys used to give everyone your secret wisdom, or the things youâve healed from like all of that information, and now you are being asked to remain private and selective about it. This will help you a lot in this situation to focus on yourself. Thank you for being here pile 3 and I sincerely hope this helped you â¤ď¸đ Please like comment and reblog to help this blog grow đđ
Thank yaâll for stopping by! Its highly appreciated and I really hope this PAC got yaâll the clarity you needed â¤ď¸đĽš Thank yaâll for being here always.
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VENT SESSION LETS GOOOO â youâre allowed to scroll if you donât care mwah
i spend an ungodly amount of hours on this app, and i look at you as my friends so just want to let you guys know
i am also a very nosy person myself, so seems only fair i share my own situation. but if you donât care about all this, you can just keep scrolling. i honestly donât mind lol
anyways⌠a few weeks ago, i told you guys i was going through something that was kinda heavy â yeah my bf and i were going through some stuff and started seeing someone professionally⌠we broke up
there was an understanding that this might be outcome when we first opened up this can of worms, and there turned out to be a lot of underlying issues that both of us had refused to acknowledge
it was definitely a mutual decision. though itâs a hard pill to swallow, we came to the conclusion it was the best for the both of us
we want such vastly different things in life, things neither of us should compromise on. to me, life came at me a lot faster than i anticipated and felt like there were things left unexplored â and neither of us want to hold the other person back from what we want
however, this is a person i have been with for six years, a quarter of my life. thereâs obviously a lot of shared history which is hard to let go of. itâs also so incredibly painful when weâre not splitting due to lack of affection and love for the other person, but because our desires and wants in life just donât align
he is still my best friend, and because of how our life situation is, we will continue living together as we have been doing for the past three years (he only lives here half the time due to work), until i move across the country when summer comes. weâre also going to celebrate christmas together because it just feels right lol
i would say i am doing as well as i can⌠we are obviously on good terms, but this is probably one of the hardest things iâll go through. it is the biggest heartbreak of my life. but that is really just a sign that the time weâve shared together havenât been a waste. we can be proud of the fact that weâve been honest, faithful, respectful and kind throughout the entirety of our relationship, to the point where this is so hard even though itâs the right decision
obviously, i am very scared of the path that lies ahead. he has been by my side for the better half of a decade, and i have the privilege of exploring things on my own. itâs obviously what i have been missing in my life, so i am excited for whatâs to come, but terrified of living a life heâs not going to be such a big part of anymore
but things are going to be fine. idk how long it will take, i am suspecting very long, but i know in my bones this is for the best for us both. so with time, i will be happy
and not to worry, i have a fantastic support system. i have incredible friends who are there for me. i am lucky to have a family who is not guilting me about leaving a long term relationship, despite also being sad. and iâve learned i have a great community on here who has showed so much kindness, and i am so grateful <3
that being said â i am not planning on taking a break from tumblr lol. if anything, i am starting to get out of my writers block. this past week i have written more than i have the last month so thatâs good! i think i might try and be a little more productive than i have been the past few weeks (at least i hope so, work is picking up again hehe)
not putting this out here for sympathy or anything, but just a little update. i am interested in the lives of those i follow, so maybe some of you are interested in mine
wishing everyone a nice weekend đŤśđť i got work in the morning (day after the breakup thatâs fun)
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Do you think Calhoun and Felix are endgame or Felix and Turbo? For example, if there was any kind of possibility Turbo could come back, would they get back together because of unresolved feelings or would or be an aggressive side eye situation? lol
if we take a situation where turbo is mostly forgiven by others and goes through his therapy arc, then actually think of poly
turbo would hate the idea of being around felix 'cause he still has to process the whole "he turned me into a boogeyman" thing, so he always reminds himself that he shouldn't be jealous bc of calhoun, he doesn't want this fixing piece of shit anymore (he does, but he lived with this anger on felix for 25 years so he can't just let go). turbo actually tries to interact with calhoun when felix isn't around and very soon he understands that she's actually very cool. he's been through some shit between roadblasters and sugar rush period, still feels a lot of regret and pain about turbo twins and can relate to calhoun's loss more than anyone else in the group. and, well, the whole cybug thing also adds to it. as much candybug felt excited about becoming this mutant, it was a lot from the bug perspective, and when turbo got the full control over his mind and body the terror did hit him like a bus. tamora was able to give him the understanding of cybugs, and he shared how he felt when he was eaten. "it wasn't painful or anything, at least i don't remember the pain. but i didn't feel like myself anymore, like i was under players control again, and any attempt of taking the control back just felt so wrong." it was something tamora needed, many years she lived with doubt. did her fiance even had a chance of being the man she loved after being eaten, or it would just be a monster with a familiar face. now this burden fell off her shoulders. she wasn't the one who killed him, the cybug was
turbo saw a lot of himself in calhoun. this need to keep the front all the time, to stay in control, to hide most of the emotions and do not look weak. and just like with him, she began to open up because of felix. turbo wanted to warn her, say that he already got burned by felix's light, got too close and paid for it. but keeping the distance with fix-it actually helped turbo see the whole picture, and felix seemed different now. and it shouldn't be surprising, people can change in 15 years of which he didn't see felix. maybe it was calhoun's job, or an experience of almost being unplugged, but fix-it looked almost sad everytime turbo was coming up with an excuse to avoid him. turbo learned his lesson. why did he felt so bad seeing an unspoken remorse in felix's eyes?
tamora was the one, who made them talk after too much time of walking around and playing hide and seek. in last months turbo taught himself to apologize and be genuine about it, and he was ready to do it, but with felix everything goes wrong, as always. this was exactly what fix-it wanted, it has always been like this. when turbo apologized, that was making felix in the right, no matter what was the reason. he knew felix saw the world in black in white, and that means always there's the one who's right, and the one who's wrong. and my any means turbo never was a perfect or even a decent person before, and he doesn't think so of himself now just because he realized his bad actions and said sorry couple of hundreds times. being eaten by a bug and burn in lava makes you reconsider a lot of things. but he knew he wasn't the only one who was wrong, and the idea hearing it again from felix was the worst. so turbo bit his tongue and kept his apologies
...only to hear felix saying "i'm sorry" for the first time in 30 long years. turbo didn't think it was possible, but here he was, sitting in niceland with silent but proud looking calhoun by his side while felix was pouring out his soul. apologies mixed up with tears - turbo knew that felix always cries when he gets too emotional - and felix just talked and talked for ten minutes straight, not seeing how the tension was leaving turbo's body. he relaxed, listening to felix not with a sense of triumph, but with a bit of fun. couple of times he turned to look at tamora only to see her sharing this look with him, and suddenly everything just became so simple and trivial that turbo made felix stop talking by pulling him into a hug. he wished for his apologies for 30 years, and now when he got them he didn't want to listen to it. because what was the point? turbo got the point in first two minutes, he knew felix was feeling sorry, and to list all their mistakes and bad choices would take too much of the time they had already lost
"i got the jist, big idiot, you didn't have to write a whole essay about how sorry you are", turbo said with a grin and heard felix chuckle. then he sighed and hid his face in felix's shoulder, still uncomfortable with being so open. "but thanks... i'm sorry too, y'know?"
turbo felt how felix relaxed in his arms
"yeah, i know, little idiot", felix replied, and for the first time in decades turbo felt like home. while he was keeping his face in felix's shoulder and breathing the familiar smell of pie and brick dust, felix looked at his wife, who seemed unusually soft, and uttered without a sound small "thank you". after all, without her they wouldn't ever try
#one day i won't write a fucking fanfic as a reply but damn i'm having a lot of thoughts#they are gaslight girlboss gamejump trio#turbo#turbotastic#sergeant calhoun#tamora calhoun#fix it felix jr#80s boyfriends#hammertastic#hero's cuties#idk how to call turbo and calhoun's duo#gimme your ideas#wreck it ralph#wir au
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- YOUâRE MINE -
Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut and angst- not sure what else yet! Some love bombing but we love a needy Trent
Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (donât know how many just yet though.)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Chapter 5 - âYouâre Mineâ
When you woke up the next morning you saw the white bedding crumpled around you. You definitely were not at home. Remembering exactly where you were, exactly whose king sized bed you were in, his deep rich scent encasing you. The warm sheet slid over your body, a reminder that you were also completely naked. The realizations about your circumstances came one by one. The morning light flooded into the room illuminating clearly very well moisturized skin a top of yours. You identified the heavy weight crushing your waist to be his arm. You stared down at it, scared to even breathe in case it would awake him. You squeezed your eyes tight with nervousness, then opened them as wide as you could fixating onto the hotel wall. You mouthed silently âwhat the fuck!.â
What world were you living in that you were walking up in Trent Alexander Arnoldâs hotel room, naked in his bed nonetheless. You could hear him breathe a little behind you as you focused more on his presence. You continued staring at his strong arm draped over you, his warm tanned skin looked so soft and rich, a white gold Van Clef Alhambra bracelet dangled off his wrist. He actually might be perfect and you felt a little sick at his flawlessness.
You shut your eyes again thinking of ways how to not be awkward about this, how to say goodbye. This was about to be a very bizarre walk of shame because a part of you wasnât shameful at all but proud of what youâd accomplished. In a way you wanted to shower him with thank yous for the most amazing night but the real feelings you had rapidly developed for him terrified you. You tried to take a slow breath in without moving too much, still afraid of waking him. Despite your best efforts, Trent groaned a little. His dangling hand came down on your stomach gripping and pulling your body flush back against his.
You were made very aware again you were naked, feeling his body behind yours. You were trying to ignore the feeling of his semi and his tight grip by just staring straight ahead when you felt a lazy, hard, wet kiss on the back of your neck.
Goosebumps arose all over you, squeezing your eyes shut once more. âFuckâ you mouthed panicking. You felt him shuffle a little more and pull you somehow even closer. He hummed while placing another sleepy kiss on the back of your neck.
âMorning babyâ Trent grumbled out in an incredibly, unintentionally, sexy morning voice. His eyes still closed, he wrapped himself around your warm body kissing all over your back now. This wasnât fair. You didnât even want to look at him, you couldnât. His eyes would tear your heart to shreds. You knew youâd feel like a fool for letting yourself get emotionally invested in more than sex with him. He was a famous international footballer, he had no ties and you were finding yourself completely roped down for him.
Another, slightly more crazed, part of you had envisioned a relationship. A delusion you had dreamt of. Waking up in his arms, going to his games, sharing a life together, falling in love with himâŚâoh godâ you thought. You cannot even believe overnight you became the type of girl who was falling in love with a one night stand and dreaming of playing house. Your fantasy came to a crashing halt when you heard his voice again.
âCâmereâ he sleepily said, pulling at you some more. You almost didnât respond paralyzed in fear but you just managed to shake your head âno.â
âBabyâ he whispered into the shell of your ear.
âNoâ you hummed quietly. Trentâs eyes opening at the rejection. What the fuck? He actually was a little taken aback. He was so good to you yesterday. He thought this was perfect and you were acting like you didnât want to be waking up there.
âNo?â He questioned hoping youâd give him a reason. With slightly deluded confidence that no one could ever say no to him he kissed you again this time more intently on your neck.
âTâŚI canâtâ you sheepishly said, hiding from him still.
âCanât what?â He asked, not understanding⌠he waited for your response trying to be patient but he was feeling childish, tired, and not happy with this so he spoke again before you.
âCâmere please. I want to cuddle with you.â His lips now moving completely against your skin. You knew you wouldnât win this fight so you caved turning to him deciding you would just relish in the last moments under his touch. You placed your forehead on his arm in an effort to still avoid his eyes.
âSeriously Câmere...â Trent started to laugh knowing he had you. He pulled your thigh over top of him almost entirely so you were now laying on top of him. Pretending to not like your new position you held your cheek to his chest. He placed a kiss to your head. âWhy you being like this, huh?â He said now nuzzling into you.
âBabyâ you sighed at how irresistibly and impossibly cute he was.
âFuck me? Sure. But youâre drawing the line at cuddles?â Trent laughed at his own statement. â Y/N, I told you last night I like you.. a lot. Youâre all mine, beautiful.â He cooed but still in a very serious tone.
You reluctantly picked your head up off his chest. You looked into his big eyes. He looked so sleepy, so endearing, so beautiful, it actually made you frown a little. This really wasnât fair.
âYouâre going to hurt me..â you apprehensively said your eyes full of sadness. Trentâs full cheeks hallowed a little, his brow furrowed.
âWhy would I do that?â He innocently asked.
âTrentâŚâ you paused trying to get him to clue into how this whole thing was ending the second you left the hotel. âHonestlyâŚâ you thought a little about what you were going to say but said fuck it at this point, âYouâre right.â Trentâs face changed trying to figure out what you were on about. âI am completely yours. Itâs bad, Iâm not sure what the hell your deal is, if you do this to every girl, but⌠me? I canât handle emotions like this and then just move on with life. Iâm becoming grossly obsessed with you and itâs embarrassing and Iâve never been so submissive to a guy before. It's been a few hours of knowing you! Itâs not fair that you just get to go home after this.â You continued to rant. A smile crept across Trentâs face and if it wasnât so pretty it wouldâve annoyed you.
âCome back home with me then.â He suggested like he was asking if you wanted to go get a coffee.
âThis! This is what Iâm talking about, stop doing this to me.â Your voice raised a little but it trailed off into laughter at how insane this was.
âWhat you laughing for? Iâm so serious. Please.â Trent was genuinely now begging. âI donât want to be without you, unequivocally mine now. Not having it any other way. Yeah? What do you think?â He nodded his head a little trying to convince you.
âYouâre insane. I canât go with you.â You laughed. âPlus on a more realistic side you wonât even be thereâŚyou have preseason in yet another country.â
âSee now weâre getting somewhere..â Trent said smug you had begun to even think about logistics.
âNo.. no.â You denied him. The irony of this entire ridiculous conversation was that you two were wrapped up cuddling, neither of you wanting to move. You were so happy laying on his chest, his hand stroking your bare back. You thought maybe you were just entertaining the stupid idea at first to lay together longer, hear his voice a little more but you suddenly felt like maybe he was convincing you.
âAlright, alright. Iâll level with you a little. You stay with me the next few days here. Spend time with me. Let me show you how great I am.â He was serious but started to joke at the end of his sentence.
âYouâre actually out of your mind. This is the stupidest ideaâŚâ you spoke before he cut you off.
âDonât deprive me of waking up to you everyday⌠even if youâll try to ignore me, I still want it.â He held you tighter to his chest, kissing your head again.
âStop! This is the stupidest idea but âŚâ you huffed and sighed pathetically at what you were about to say. âfor some reason Iâm in.â You smiled goofily, placing your chin onto his chest by tilting your head. Trent stared at you mystified at first he had got his way but quickly his face fell to a shit-eating grin.
âSome reasonâŚHuh?â He questioned you teasingly. You just hummed back.
âThat reason is me. You like me as much as I like you baby, come on just give in to this.â Trent cooed at you pushing his lips towards yours. You felt all your walls come crumbling down. You relaxed into his body some more in contentment.
âTâŚâ you sighed. His hands all over your body in the most caring way.
âYouâre all mine babyâ he whispered into your head.
âDo you always get what you want?â You pretended to be annoyed.
âMmmhmmâ Trent hummed with an equally goofy smile. You knew this was absolutely delusional but at least he was with you in the delusion. The sound of the hotel door unlocking and opening pulled you both out of foolâs paradise.
âItâs literally past noon, Trent. Get the fuck up.â You recognized his brother's voice echoing through the room.
âIâm so hungry, please!â His friend slumped, eyes closed onto a chair in the room. You smiled shyly, hiding your face into Trentâs chest as he pulled the comforter over your bare back.
âSorry, you okay?â Trent whispered to you. You nodded. Pulling the comforter completely over your head. Trent laughed at you, placing his arms atop the comforter. The boys who had entered turned to look at him essentially giggling at nothing in the other room.
âGood mornnninggg Y/Nâ Marcel said slyly acknowledging your poor attempt at hiding. âBut bro.. itâs also past noon and you need to get the fuck upâ he said changing his tone now talking to Trent.
âAlright, okay. Iâm getting up.â Trent shifted his back to lean up against the headboard still keeping you pressed to him. You kissed his naked chest. âIâve just gotta shower first,â he continued.
âY/N sticking around?â Tyler asked Trent blatantly in front of you. Your face was so tight to Trentâs skin you couldnât see the face he gave in response to the question confirming you were in fact staying.
The boys left you two back in bed with another serious warning to get up. You giggled a little at what Trent and you were deciding to do and how crazy the boys were going to think you were once they found out.
âIf you actually want me to stay, I do have to go back to my place to get some things.â You looked up at Trent.
âYeah, course. Iâll take you.â He assured you before his phone rang. You gave him a sweet look telling him to answer so he did.
âHey mumâŚâ he spoke. You almost audibly gasped digging your face into his skin mortified but it only amplified your embarrassment feeling him naked beneath you. You could slightly make out his mumâs words on the other end of the call, âeveryone behaving?â âYeah, yeah.â Trent yawned still on the phone. âMiss you too.â He stayed completely cool the whole time rubbing his thumb over your spine low on your back. âLove youâ he said finishing his conversation, hanging up.
âSorry babyâ he cooed. âIf I didnât answer⌠out of the country with my brothers.. sheâd get nervous. Itâs not all the time I swear.â He kind of jumped around in his sentence.
âIf you didnât answer a call from your mum I think Iâd be worried⌠probably wouldâve preferred to be clothed rather than on top of you for it but I like that you talk to her.â You were candid. He just laughed a little before his phone began buzzing with another call again. You smiled nodding for him to answer but this time you heard an unexpected iPhone noise.
âYo broâ Trent greeted, his arm lifting off you placing the hand holding his phone to rest atop your head. It was in that moment you were aware that this was a facetime.
What was going on that your morning alone with Trent was being laced with interactions with so many people in his life⌠you wouldâve felt really happy with him feeling so comfortable with you but again⌠you were naked in bed with him as these exchanges happened so instead you felt self conscious.
âYoo, you still in the US?â A voice asked from the phone sounding familiar but you couldnât place it.
âYeah, yeah manâ Trent confirmed
âMarc sent me an interesting snap last nightâŚâ the boy dragged his words out.
âOfâŚâ Trent didnât look shy but he sounded apprehensive.
âYou broâŚgot yourself an American ting?â The two boys laughed. Talking openly about you like you weren't right there, your head acting as a stand for Trentâs phone.
âNah, honestly sheâs well fit, like beyond sexy.â Trent spoke in a casual way. âIâll send you her instagram, mate.â You bit a spot on Trentâs skin lightly before kissing over it reminding him of your presence.
âOw!â Trent pretended it hurt, complaining quietly with a stupid smile on his face. The boy on the phone tried to grab his attention back wanting to hear more. The conversation between them continued on for longer than you thought it would. When he finally hung up again he pulled you up for a kiss, the comforter falling almost completely uncovering you.
âSoâ you spoke before kissing into his lips a little more before pulling away again âSoâ kissing him once more âpopular, babyâ then falling into a deeper kiss. He didnât really acknowledge the comment, just focusing on your lips.
âGoing to tell me who you were talking to about me?â You asked.
âOnly Jude, baby. You know your âbrum boyââ Trent revealed poking fun at the âBrum Boy or Scouserâ song discourse yesterday.
âGotchaâ you pretended you didnât care but internally you were a little too giddy at the image or those two faces sharing one screen but it quickly subsided at the thought of your instagram being inspected by the pair.
âDidnât know you had my Instagram ya know?â You cheekily poked at Trent
âBaby⌠I had to know a little something. I wasnât going to go into last night totally blind.â He tried to defend himself
âSo.. is it okay? Whatâd you think? Youâre sending it to Jude?â You asked a myriad of questions honestly.
âYouâre beautiful in person, in photos, in blurry videos posted by your friends, baby you are⌠you are perfect.â Trent babbling a little lost in your features. You placed a soft kiss on his plump lips and then started kissing him with more passion. Things quickly unfolding. You slid your hand down his abs and around semi hard cock. Trent moaned a little at your touch and the sound had your mouth watering.
âDo you still need more of me?â You said smugly now, raising your hips to hover over his pulsing cock lined perfectly above your entrance. You soon felt Trentâs hand on your back, pushing you down.
âNeed all of youâ Trent mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. You lost any control you had when he was fully inside. The force and pace of his thrusts increased and so did the volume of both your moans. You sat back to ride him. His hands sliding up your stomach to grab onto your nipples. The pleasure was almost too much as he helped you move on top of him. In a swift motion he flipped you over to be on top of you.
âYouâre such a good girl, so fucking wet for me.â He said, dragging his cock slowly out of you and watching himself push all the way back in. You looked so full, Trent couldnât help but imagine how full you would look with his cum dripping out of you. He didnât get a chance to truly appreciate it last night and he was determined to fuck you full of his cum. His hand pushed your thighs further down so he could reach deeper when his thrusts became a little sloppier.
âFuck, oh my godâŚ" you cried out, the climax building up inside of you almost unbearable before you both reached your highs embarrassingly quickly. You couldnât help the juices dripping down your legs as he fucked his load into you. He plunged his cock in and out a few more times, his cum leaking out of your pussy as he dragged himself out slowly.
âFuck, baby. Youâre fucking perfect, your pussyâs so perfect for me, made for my cock.â Trent spoke between heaving breaths.
âMmhmm T.â You could barely get any words out completely spent.
âBaby, can I take a picture? Just fâme. Please.â He begged.
âHmm?â You questioned of what.
âLook so good with my cum dripping out of you.â He said dragging his fingers back through your folds. You giggled a little. If you were going to let anyone take such an intimate photo of you, you were okay with it being Trent.
âYeah, go on. Can take a picture of whatâs yours.â You said leaning back into the pillow arching your back, sucking your stomach in, opening your legs further ever so slightly. He grabbed his phone getting unbelievably close to your core. The smile on his face was adorable, he was completely infatuated. After he got what he wanted he held his phone above you and you squirmed trying to hide but you were completely on display.
âJust fâme babyâ he said tilting your face to him then pinning your one arm down to prevent you from trying to cover your body or face. You didnât really have any option but you were flattered he wanted a picture.
âSuch a good girl, so beautiful,â he said, finally letting you close your legs a little and laying completely on top of you.
âUgh ⌠youâre so âŚheavy, oh my god!â You jokingly yelled between contrived breaths being crushed by Trent.
âI am not at all⌠thatâs so mean. I work out⌠like a lot. I thought you said I looked..â he was ranting trying to defend his weight.
âT, Iâm joking you're perfectâ you gave him a kiss. âYouâre beautiful,â you gave him another kiss âyour body is very, very, very sexyâ and another kiss âbut also your entire weight on me right this second is heavyâ you finished laughing.
âWow, I see how it isâ Trent said, rolling on his side pulling you back into his body. His hand running up and down your arm.
âI think youâre âleng,â T, relaxâ you tried to reduce his fake annoyance by making fun of a word he and his friends had been tossing around last night.
âI actually am, thank you.â He quipped back âYou using âlengâ now? Define it for me then⌠go on.â He pushed
âYouâre exhausting babyâ you said ignoring him before pressing another kiss to his lips.
âSo you want me to go with you to grab a bag from your place for the week?â Trent wasnât going to let you forget what you had agreed to but you hadnât you were actually really excited now.
âErm, if you want⌠if you do come, youâre waiting downstairs for me though.â You told him sternly. It was sweet he was offering and you wouldnât mind his company but you were still trying to protect yourself. If this all were to go horribly, horribly wrong you were not letting yourself have any memories of this man in your home. You wouldnât be able to bear remembering that this actually happened.
âIs it because I am too leng?â He asked with a big smile making fun of you.
âYes, yes, itâs exactly that.â You laughed a little, pressing a kiss into his temple.
âAlright, letâs get your stuff so you can see more of how great I am and I can book your flight to Liverpool'' you groaned at his light hearted arrogance.
You both finally got dressed and opted to walk to your apartment from his hotel, hand in hand, the summer sun beating on you. Every block you walked you felt yourself become more and more enraptured in him. Trent spoke to you like he was no one but every so often a head would turn and stare a second too long, a kid across the street would take a photo, the attention made you a little apprehensive. You pulled your hand from his nonchalantly, hopefully sparing him a Daily Mail headline about a âholiday fling.â
âWhere you going?â He said to you, grabbing at your hand again. Lacing his fingers through yours pulling the back of it up to his lips before placing a kiss.
âJust didnât know if youâd want something to be documented⌠or like I donât know assumptions made.. â you sort of stuttered beating around the bush.
âBabyâŚIâm telling you now, if I did not want to hold someoneâs hand in public...â he paused, pulling your hand back to his lips for another kiss. âI definitely wouldnâtâ
âYeah?â You asked shyly.
âI promise you, beautiful. Plus, youâre not a bad looking girl to be photographed with, wouldnât exactly hurt my image.â He mused
âYour image!⌠Oh my god, Youâre the absolute most!â You feigned annoyance.
âNah, but itâs just you and me. Okay? Not really concerned about anyone else.â He continued.
âTrentâŚâ you questioned his sincerity.
âBaby, I told you. Youâre mine so Iâm going to do what I want with you, Iâm going to hold your hand. Okay by you?â He said finally arriving at your building.
âYeah, whatever you want I guessâ You hummed, happy with his possessiveness.
âI want to be with you. I donât want to involve anyone else. I just want to keep you to myself.â
âSo you're hiding me?â You questioned now thinking a little too much about your situation; his reality and how you fit.
âNah, no. Would maybe use the word protecting if anything. Itâs just a shitty thing once people know too much. Promise. People can know Iâm wrapped up but anything outside of that⌠details⌠doesnât involve them.â He tried to explain.
âWrapped up?â You asked.
âI think so, I donât really know how else to say itâ he said, no longer making eye contact with you. Trent definitely had you wrapped up. You were completely wrapped around his finger. He couldâve told you he was using you for sex or he wanted to get married tonight either way you would have agreed.
âAfternoon Ms. Y/Nâ your doorman spoke as you walked through your lobby.
âHi yeah, you okay?â You returned, your doorman giving you a quizzical look as Trent continued to hold onto your hand. You picked up his hand with yours to show the doorman. You knew him well enough to know he recognized Trent, you two often discussing football.
âMy friend, Trent.â You said
âNice to meet you sir. Take care of her. If you need anything let me know per usual.â He said courteously looking from Trent to you.
âHe knows you wellll. Bring a lot of lads through here?â Trent poked.
âLiterally. Neverâ you quipped walking to the lift. âBut he also knows I have a crush on you because we talked about our favorite footballers once and he put two and two together so this will be embarrassing when you ghost meâ You continued..
âAww Iâm your favorite player babyyyy.â He patronized you teasingly. âBut back up a minute... you think Iâm crazy? You're nuts! Just let me like you, Iâm not ghosting you!â He said taking a step into the lift after you.
âNo, no, no. Youâre staying here.â You said pointing to a lounge across from you. âGet out.â Pushing him lightly, physically out of the lift, giggling a little.
âThought you were kidding but fineâŚMaybe Iâll go to talk to your doorman about your favorite player, learn a little somethingâ Trent joked.
âNot funny. Stay here.â You said sternly as the door started to close. âIâm serious, T!â You cried out before it shut entirely.
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"Now I've had the time of my life No, I never felt like this before Yes, I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you"
This is a very, very special drawing for me. â¨
In September of last year, I watched Dancing With The Stars' "Step Into the Movies" special again, at the end of which they recreate "The Time of My Life" scene from Dirty Dancing. And that sent me on a nostalgia trip back to my high school theater days over a decade ago now, where the drama club accepted my idea to do a "Time of Our Lives" theme, and a performance for that song Ă la Glee. Mind you, I was mainly the stage manager/techie sort, but I did some scenes for the showcases, and participated in this song with my then-boyfriend, along with two other couples.
And while we were hanging out in the green room backstage, a friend took some pictures of us. Including the one that directly inspired this drawing of Webby + Lena.
This started out as a memory remix of that photo, after watching the DWTS special, because I thought these two lovebirds would be really cute subjects for it.
But once I got going, it turned into a love letter, for many things.
As part of the remix aspect of it, I now picture myself in Lena's spot in the photo, getting to have the short hair I wish I had had back then, and getting to wear a suit and tie! (Yes, in the original photo, I am wearing the dress and red bow Webby's sporting here, and I have long hair. đ Though I will say here that the little heart necklace she's wearing is exactly like the one I had, too! :)) Drawing this was really cathartic for my nonbinary self. đ
And as for Webby, in this remix, she represents someone that, in retrospect, I wish I had shared this moment with from back then. In many ways, she really was the Webby to my Lena. đđđ
(Literally) beyond the subjects of this though, this is indeed very much a love letter to a lot of things, to passions. The background is pretty much a replica of the drama classroom wall we were in front of for the photo, at least as far as layout goes, with a few direct recreations of things that were on the wall and on the table there. Everything else was me being a passionate (theatre) nerd.
(Details (many details) of said nerdiness and alternate versions below the cut!)
I've included un-blurred and background-only versions (and a version with drop shadow lines on the girls, because why not? it's a cool effect!) below, but I just want to point out the details, because I'm so dang proud of this.
The posters/programs for The Phantom Blot of the Opera, Featherspray, Chickago, and My Fair Dewey are obvious duck-parody references to their real-world counterparts (with the latter being the exact poster they use in DuckTales, in Dewey's dream in "Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!" So thanks, Dewey! đ). The Featherspray one was also included because Hairspray was one of the shows we did in high school! And lemme just say, creating theater posters is really fun!!
The MJ the Musical poster and the half-shown Notre Dame de Paris "Duckbill" right behind Lena's head are particularly special to me, since they (along with Phantom) are my favorite musicals, and getting to draw those two was especially fun!
The L'Orange Theater poster in the top-right is a bunch of duck easter eggs in one - the L'Orange Theater is mentioned and seen in the very first episode of DuckTales 1987, and of course, there's Aquarioon from DT17! Looks like it toured in Duckburg a long time ago. đ
And the sheet music is the DuckTales theme! (Or at least the left side of it :P)
The "Congrats" card, calendar (the whale for upper half was my own touch), folder, page of random backstage stuff behind Lena's head (which includes little Star Trek and Darkwing Duck references), and golden "Theatre" card (with my old director's favorite quote) are directly from the photo (or at least based on what I could see through its blurriness đ), as is the very edge of a cast photo in the upper-right. The purple note (totally not with any secret messages whaaaaat) below that, the certificate of excellence, and the little pride heart pins everywhere are little garnishes/dedications. đ
The stage/theater diagram below the certificate is really cool, because that's a direct recreation (+ another hidden message) of a project a friend and I did for stagecraft back in our freshman year - I was even able to copy my own handwriting for the labels! đđ
The "Time of Our Lives" poster is a reference to the showcase I mentioned above that inspired all this, though the real-life poster looked very different, from what I remember.
The green bag below is sorta a nod to the secret pal exchanges we used to do during shows. đ
And finally:
The Glittering Goldie show poster is me just having an absolute blast drawing her once again and coming up with something for her Blackjack days! And bonus - I'll be posting a gradient-only version of Goldie tomorrow! Really happy with how she turned out!
And the "All the World's a Stage" poster is me combining all of my theatre nerdiness with my passion for space and a good pun! đ
ANYWAY...
I learned a lot with this drawing, about creating and about myself.
And I just had so, so much fun with it - it was all love, all passion, all happiness for this one. đđđ
Wishing the same for all of you. â¨
Love, Astro đ
#DuckTales#Webby Vanderquack#Lena Sabrewing#weblena#my art#long post#I just have a lot of feelings for this one đĽš#(the post itself kinda is a love letter? for future me as much as past me and present me. yeah let's go with that)#for real though still cackling over my design for the Phantom Blot of the Opera poster XD
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