#minute. i was like ‘what are those squiggly lines for’

[fingertipsmp3]

Why did I get paranoid about how no one has checked the work I submitted yet. It’s literally Sunday

[pocket-deer-boy]

This is just a personal pet peeve of mine but i feel like a lot of online art tutorials overstate the importance of stuff like guidelines to get “correct” anatomy every single time and while those are typically really good handgrips for beginners we should also tell beginners about gesture drawing. Like maybe i’m being too animatorbrained here but being able to pump out a pose in anywhere from 15 seconds to 2 minutes and quickly move onto the next drawing without lingering on every little mistake is a really really good way at getting good at drawing people proportions quickly. If you make mistakes fast you learn from them fast. So here’s a little exercise:

Sit down, grab some reference images, draw ten poses in twenty minutes (or do ten poses in ten minutes if you’re feeling adventurous or confident) and take a step back and look at your work after the fact. Be sure to move from drawing to drawing quickly once your timer is done. Pretend you’re in a model drawing class and the model has already changed pose whenever your timer hits - finish up whatever lines you were drawing, move on to looking at what the model is doing now.

You will make a lot of shitty drawings, of course, but that’s not so bad. You only spent a minute or two making each one. Focus on the drawings you do like, and look at them as a whole.

Look at all the drawings together and how they fit together on the page. Look at little details and lines you’re proud of. Take note of things you found difficult to get right in such a short time. Take note of the things you liked doing. Do the exercise again, and focus in on the things you want to improve or explore.

Maybe you want to focus on how the torso conveys its weight on the legs. Maybe you want to focus on how shoulders and arms bend around the neck. Maybe you want to focus on how to convey depth on the torso. Maybe you can learn something more about how to draw a body if you only draw using sharp lines and angles. Maybe you can learn something more if you only draw using squiggly, overlapping lines. Maybe you can learn more about how to draw a body if you only fill out the shadows with thick, quick lines. Congratulations! You’re not just learning how to draw a body, but you’re now also exploring your tastes!

This is a fine exercise to do alone, but it’s a lot more fun to do as an activity with a small group so you get to discuss the art you made together.

[aliwritex]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY dr3

summary: you and your boyfriend get horny over each other in country clothing

warnings: nsfw, pinv sex, face sitting, daniel in a cowboy hat, cum eating?

wc: 2.4k

notes: i took way too long to write this, the actual smut is quite short sorry

Daniel really got into the entire cowboy thing the second he set foot in Texas, he loved the aesthetic of it, the hat, the boots and everything in between. And so did you. It always looked good on him, and he started to get cocky when he realized what it did to you.

He had been building it up, really. On thursday morning while you were finishing your makeup in the bathroom of your hotel room he walked in to put on some cologne and quickly comb his hair with his fingers before covering it up with a cap. You stopped doing your mascara the second he walked in, watching and taking in how good he looked in his outfit.

“Hurry up, babe, we gotta go” he said with a hand wrapped around your waist after leaving a peck to your cheek.

“yeah, almost done” you lifted your face to nuzzle at his beard before he pulled away “Can you get my bag and put my phone in it?”

He had you hot all day, making you watch as he changed from his normal clothes into the navy alpha tauri shirt that fit him so well. Anytime he had between interviews he’d be with you as you tried your best to not just jump at him and take him in his drivers room. You knew he didn’t like to engage in those activities during race weekends, they got him too distracted and he preferred to keep all his focus on his driving, especially now that he had just gotten back. You respected it, but god was he getting to you.

The next morning you thought you were safe when he just threw on one of the team shirts and some black jeans but you were proved wrong when he pulled out his favorite cowboy hat out of his suitcase. You couldn’t help yourself and tricked him into a heated kiss the second he put it on. One of his hands lifted to hold on to his hat as the other descended to your ass and squeezed it. You let out a sigh into his mouth that brought him back to reality and made him pull away.

“No, babe, c’mon.” he said as you kissed his jaw.

“I know, I know” you pulled away, tidying up his shirt with both hands on his chest. “but you just look so hot, couldn’t help it.”

He smiled down at you before slapping your ass and collecting his things so you could leave.

On sunday you were doing your make up on the floor, in front of the mirror, because the light was better, when you heard it. You knew it was coming but you really didn’t want to believe it. There was no way to avoid it really so you just learned to accept when he did things like this. As soon as he walked out of the bathroom you saw it, he had ruined his beard again. I seemed worse than the previous year, mostly because he did it wrong, his lines all messed up and squiggly.

“I really do have to live with this, no?” you asked as you got up to stand in front of him, he nodded with a big smile on his face. “This one is bad, let me fix it”

“What? No! I just spent ten minutes working on this” he gestured to his face and you lifted your hands in defeat, sitting back down to finish your make up. You two left the room a couple minutes later, you in blue jeans and a white tshirt, him in jeans and a texas jersey and you both with matching cowboy hats and boots.

On race day you usually just sat back and tried to leave him alone unless he asked for you, he always had a lot to do and had to concentrate. That weekend wasn’t different, you stayed out of his room, really only talking to him when he passed you around the paddock, you had brought a book to keep you busy for the morning before he met you for lunch.

“I love you, baby, good luck” you whispered to his cheek and planted a kiss to his lips before he stepped away, he got in the car minutes later.

You watched the race from the garage, nails in your mouth and foot tapping as you saw him win and loose positions. With just a few laps to go he battled for the third with Alonso, at that point you were about to break all your nails from being between your teeth for so long, your heart racing as fast as him. Everyone in the garage screamed as he over took the Aston Martin, taking the last spot in the podium, only one lap to go, the mechanics running over to jump onto the grids to watch as Daniel passed them, heading for the checkered flag.

As soon as he passed the line you were running to see him on the podium. You watched as he stood up there, proud and with a big smile on his face as he waited for the national anthems to finish. As soon as they were given the champagne bottles he started spraying all over Max, then it was truly a mess, next time you saw your boyfriend he had his shoe in his hand and was bringing it to his mouth, you shook your head in disgust and disapproval but he couldn’t see you, and it wouldn’t have stopped him anyway. You took a thousand pictures of him, covered in sweat and champagne before people started leaving and you could finally move from where you were stuck.

You met him when he was making his way to the interviews, he ran to you with the biggest smile on his face and kissed you almost harshly form all the adrenaline. His arms held you tightly, almost lifting you off the ground as he laughed in your ear.

“I got on the fucking podium!”

“You did! I love you so so so much, baby, you’re the best. Now go, the fastest you’re done with this we can celebrate.” you kissed him again before letting him go.

You walked to his room to wait as he did all the interviews and in about forty minutes he came in. You jumped up from the couch, hugging and covering him in kisses, on his cheeks, his forehead, his lips and his neck.

“Wow, wow, slow down, cowgirl” he pulled away when you kissed him deeper “need a shower first, yeah?”

“Don’t care, Danny, you’ve been killing me all weekend.”

“I know i’m hard to resist but let’s get to the hotel first. Don’t wanna take you here, wanna take my time.” he kissed your jaw and grabbed a towel, making his way into the bathroom and leaving you to wait.

Your mind started to go places that made your entire body warm up in a second. It didn’t help he you had to watch him when he came out of the shower, body and hair damp, his curls falling on his forehead as he got dressed, it was all too much for you. Luckily in no time you were in the backseat of the car, Daniel in the front passenger seat as Blake drove you back to the hotel.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks mate, see you in the morning” you heard your boyfriend say to his friend at the door as you laid all of yours and his bags on the floor of the room. The second the door clicked closed you had his back against it. “Hold on, this feels wrong.” he pulled you up by the ass, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips and turned your back to the door. “That’s more like it.” he said before attacking your neck with kisses and nibbles.

“Danny, couch” you communicated the best you could, too distracted by his touches to form a full sentence.

He pulled you off the wall and walked over to the couch, sitting on it. With your knees on each side of his hips you could now grind against him and feel him growing against your thigh. Your lips were a mess over his own, your lip gloss now all over them and probably on his mustache too. Daniel reached for the button of your jeans, undoing it and pulling your shirt from it to take off. You stood up from his lap as started to pull off your boots.

“Think you can keep them on?”

“The boots?” he nodded “If you help me” you threw yourself back on the couch, this time on your back, by his side and threw your legs over his. He carefully started removing your jeans without having to get rid of the boots, once you were out of them he pulled you back onto his lap. “Want the cowgirl to ride you, then?”

He nodded against your neck, his beard – or what was left of it – tickling and making you squirm on his lap. He groaned as it made your ass go right over his cock, his hands falling to your waist to guide you over it again. You pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side before burring your hands in his hair and pushing his face to your chest. He reached to unclasp your bra and take it off so he could properly attach his mouth to your breast, his tongue sliding over your nipples alternately.

“C’mon, Danny, can’t wait anymore.” He nodded against your chest and lifted you up to your knees with a hand in your waist, his other hand reaching to lower his shorts and boxers a bit. The sight of his cock rested against your clothed core turned you both on immensely, it showed just how deep he could reach into you. You lifted yourself from his thigh and pulled your underwear to the side, watching as he aligned himself with your entrance. As soon as the tip went inside you started feeling the stretch but you could barely think about it when you saw the satisfaction in his face.

“So fucking tight, baby, shit” he said as he watched his cock finally bottom out in you. “So beautiful when you take me”

You practically melted at his praises, he knew how much you loved it, he knew it made you clench around him and he knew it sent goosebumps all over your body. Daniel’s hands dropped to your hips, his eyes looking up as he started to rock you back and forth on his lap. You threw your head back at the way his groin caught your clit, giving it the slightest stimulation. You started bouncing slowly as he caught your tit in his mouth, practically mouthing it entirely, your wrists rested on his shoulders, finger tips reaching to scratch at the short hair on the back of his neck.

“Will you turn around for me, baby? Let me see your ass bounce on me?” he mumbled against your chest and you nodded before pulling away and getting up.

You turned your back to him and sat back down on him, your knees folded under your thighs. He pulled your back closer to him, pushing your hair to the side to nibble at your neck. You rested your hands on his knees to start bouncing, Daniel helped you with hands on your waist, guiding you up and down. Now that you were slightly folded over he could indeed see your ass bouncing on him and the way it hit his thighs with force. You were trying your best not to fall face first on the floor and Daniel was holding on for dear life on your waist but the heels of your boots digging into his thighs was distracting and it was driving him insane.

Daniel was embarrassed by how close he was to his orgasm but you had done a number on him with your ridding and he had been holding back all weekend too. His eyes fell shut and he threw his head back, one of his hands dropping to your clit to try get you there with him but you were going too fast for him to keep his hand steady.

“Baby, fuck, slow down, i’m too close”

“‘t’s okay, Danny, let go, babe”

He groaned, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close again. You could hear every sigh that left his lips and feel his beard ticking your neck. Your hand lifted to his hair, fingers locking and pulling on it, he let out something that sounded almost like a growl and bit down on your shoulder to try stopping it. His cock twitched and his hold got tighter as he came inside you, dropping his head to your shoulder.

You stilled your hips as Daniel held you down on him, his lips now kissing the spot he previously bit. “Can I keep going?”

“Don’t think I can take that right now” he explained before pulling you off him and laying you down on the couch, next to him. His fingers made their way to your middle, sliding up and down against your folds and spreading his cum all over them. They easily slipped inside you, curling upwards immediately.

“More” you moaned.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked as he folded over your body.

“Your mouth. Please”

“Wanna ride my face?” he teased and you nodded, his fingers slipping out of you as he moved to sit on the floor.

Your boyfriend had his back against the bottom of couch and his head laid on the seat when he gestured for you to sit on him. You knelled with his head between your legs and lowered yourself onto his mouth. He could taste his own cum mixed with your wetness as he buried his tongue inside you. Daniel’s hands wrapped around your legs, the points on your boots resting on his shoulders as he ate you out feverishly and in no time had you squirming on top of him.

“So close, Danny, ‘m coming” you moaned, hands gripping at the backrest of the couch. He nodded at your comment, the bumping of his nose as he did making you reach your high and close your legs around his head tightly. “Fuck. So fucking perfect, love” you told him after kneeling up from his face.

He slipped away from between your legs and pulled you down to sit across his lap. “Thank you for waiting all weekend, that must’ve been really hard with how hot i looked.”

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” you laughed, cuddling up onto his hairy chest.

[seullovesme]

what i should've said » kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ seulgi x reader

genre ⥬ angst

summary ⥬ you will forever regret not being able to answer her question.

warnings ⥬ blood, death, nightmares

WC ⥬ 942

“do you still love me?” the question rang through your ears as you watched her walk away. you felt dizzy, wondering how you even got here. her figure got smaller and smaller as she descended down the dark concrete path, her hair flowing in the wind. you finally came to your senses and began running, ignoring how it felt like weights were attached to your feet. you sprinted as fast as you could before she could disappear into the fog, but you weren’t quick enough. you tripped over your own feet and by the time you looked up, she was out of sight.

no…

no…

“no!” you shot up out of bed, sitting up dazed in a panic. your heart was racing and your hair stuck to your forehead due to the sweat collecting on your skin. your blanket had come off in your sleep, and you had knocked a pillow off of your bed. you panted as you looked around, grounding yourself after that nightmare.

it wasn’t uncommon for you to have those kinds of dreams these days. actually, this was your sixth one in a row after having broken your streak previously as you didn’t dream at all that night. it was the same sequence, you watch as seulgi leaves you while the words ‘do you love me’ cloud your mind. everytime, you’re frozen and unable to move, and by the time you want to run after her, it’s too late.

you get up and sigh, throwing on a pair of gray sweats and a black hoodie, not caring about looking good. you comb out the tangles in your hair with your finger and call it a day, grabbing your car keys and phone as you knew where you were going to end up in a few minutes.

the trip there was a blur, but there you stood across from her.

specifically, her grave.

you stared at the words inscribed on the stone, but it looked like unreadable squiggly lines through the tears welling in your eyes. the flowers you laid the first day were beginning to wilt. they were her favorite kind of flowers, and they reminded you of her. they started off so beautiful, so pretty, and they still were. they were just as beautiful, but they were going to die soon. the only difference is that you didn’t know she would.

when the flower begins to wilt, you know it’s going to die without help. maybe those words she said were her way of wilting, her way of warning you of the unforeseeable fate of her life. the accident felt like it was yesterday, or it was haunting you so much that it began to feel that way

she played with your fingers as you distantly stared at the crossing light, the red hand telling you not to cross. seulgi felt as if you were on a whole ‘nother world as she looked into your eyes. people began crossing when the light changed to a little green man walking, but you were frozen in your thoughts. seulgi didn’t force you to move, but she felt your hand go limp in her own. she peered down as you let go and sighed.

you placed your hand into your jacket as she kept her eyes on the ground. she felt broken, but she found the courage in herself to ask a question she longed to know the answer to. “do you still love me?”

you finally locked your eyes with hers, the shimmer they originally held was dulling out. you saw the eyes of someone so near and dear to your heart without even knowing it would be the last.

you heard someone yell from behind seulgi, a little girl crossing while the light was the red hand. a white truck was barreling toward that small child at such an alarming rate that you don’t even know how seulgi managed to move that quick.

before you could shout for her, seulgi ran down the crossway and pushed that kid out of the way, the truck slamming into her side, braking soon after. you stood at the edge of the crosswalk in disbelief as people ran to her, surrounding the bloody scene. their voices were all muffled to your ears as you felt dizzy. you slowly walked to the crowd like your feet weighed 20 pounds each.

you pushed everyone away, some people confused. you dropped to your knees and you finally let yourself take in the scene that unfolded. her pretty sundress with yellow flowers was now red, and her expression looked so peaceful despite the blood running down her forehead. you grabbed the sides of her face as people yelled to call 911, but you felt like it was only you and her.

you felt the softness of her cheeks that you loved so much, and you smiled. you didn’t know when you started crying, but you realized after seeing the tears fall onto her face. you tried to wipe your tears with your clean hand, but you couldn’t stop them.

the tears flowed like waterfalls. you started to shake as your sobs got louder and louder, your chest feeling as if it were collapsing in on itself. you screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt no pulse under the hands that so desperately clung to the sides of her neck, supporting her limp head so it didn’t rest on the rough concrete.

‘do you still love me?’

you stared down at the yellow wilting flowers. “of course i still love you.” you could only pray that she heard you and her question was answered.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hoping I haven’t missed the requests closing 🙏if so pls ignore!

I’m humbly asking for a fluffy Gaz x reader and reader meeting price bc I’ll die on the hill of Price and Gaz having a father/son relationship. And Gaz being so nervous on what price thinks? Brownie points if Price teases him! I love Gaz sm and I wanna smooch him on the forehead!!

Shaky Fingers

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The perfect date night begins with a stolen wallet and a goose chase.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: None, just fluff

A/N: Switched some stuff around so it's more of the 141 as a whole, but it's still pretty much the same, enjoy Anon!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You think Gaz was about ready to call the whole night off.

Laughing, you shake your head and walk over to Kyle after flattening out your dress with fast hands. The apartment bedroom was ripe with the scent of cologne and perfume; the floor lamp was on and you had just finished placing a luxurious necklace over your neck. The twinkling stone blinks like a white eye in the low light. 

“Dear,” you chuckle deeply to your boyfriend of three years as his head is in his hands. Gaz sits on the bed, dejected. “It’s alright, I can pay for supper—it’s really not that big of a deal.” 

“Bloody thing,” He groans, his tux wrinkled from the frantic patting he’d done to his pockets a few minutes prior. “I swear, Love, it was right in my pocket near noon!” 

“Kyle,” stopping in front of him, you grab at his wrists, peeling his hands away from his handsome face. Grumpy eyes lock on yours but soften as you send an easy, reassuring, smile his way; the lines on his forehead fall from a harsh line to a squiggly suggestion on the page that is his face. He sighs. “It’s okay.” 

Chuffing at the absurdity, your tone is a bit teasing.

“You’re acting like I don’t have a job, too,” Kyle grumbles at this, and his oval face shifts in a play of exaggerated exasperation.

“I’m not making you pay for our anniversary dinner, I’d never be able to sleep at night.” He says, and he captures your hands in his own, holding them together and bringing them to his lips for a delicate kiss. You tilt your head and watch, face heating. 

“So you can run into active warzones and get covered in all sorts of fluids but you can’t handle letting your girlfriend pay for food? Kyle, you sound ridiculous.” Leaning forward, you lay a smooch on his forehead and feel his body jerk out chuckles.

“Never said I didn’t like the idea,” Brown eyes lower in a small jab. A joke making his lips pull up in a smirk. “It’s called being a gentleman, Love.”

“A gentleman that loses his wallet, apparently. Not very soldier-like, Sergeant Garrick.” Your eyelids crinkle as you grin, firing back just as fast as Gaz blinks, brought back to the dilemma that was pushing back your departure for the restaurant down in the city. A pointedly expensive restaurant.

“It was right on me! I swear, this has never happened before.”

You shrug, straightening up to full height and tugging at Kyle’s dress shirt; prompting him to stand up so you can straighten his tie. He does so without complaint, and your fingers spread over fine silk.

“I’m gutted. We can’t go until I find it. I’m not even that worried about my money—it’s my damn ID that’s draggin’ me by the arse.” You glance up at him, humming, before pulling at the neck of his shirt and setting the tie comfortably under. Kyle’s grip goes to rest on your waist and you slightly melt into his chest more.

“Base ID?” Your voice mutters out in question.

“Yeah, that’s the bloody one. Price’ll kill me if he finds I’ve lost it. Fuckin’ hell.” Sighing deeply, you sag into him, your chin going to rest on his collarbone so you can look up at him with a tiny glimmer of understanding. 

Gaz’s jaw was tight with worry, brows drawn in and those two tiny scars on his left cheek pulled stiff. His stubble brushed your nose as he angled his head down to stare into your eyes when your grip traveled to wrap around his waist loosely. He huffs and kisses your nose bridge. 

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart, I’m ruining the night with all this talk. We should be out already, shouldn’t we?” You’re already frowning at him, pinching his side as he grunts in surprise and stifles a boyish laugh.

“Quit that,” you say, “this is just as important. Do you remember where you last put it?” 

You’d never been to Kyle’s work before—that is, the military base where he’s stationed at. He doesn’t really have a workplace per se, just a temporary office and barracks room if he needed it. The Sergeant is off across the world more often than not. 

“I haven’t got a clue,” Kyle’s voice goes low but his chest rises with gratification at the genuine care you show to him over something as silly as this. Heat rises to his cheeks when your fingers run back and forth over his back—his own hands tighten around you, keeping you close. “I knew I had it at lunch. I went out and got you those flowers from that floral shop that you like—I had to use my ID to get back on Base.”

Those very flowers were sitting in a vase on your vanity, bright and vibrant. You’d swooned when Kyle had gotten back to the apartment with them. 

“Alright,” your eyes stare off into your boyfriend’s brown orbs, focussing deeply. Gaz sees your nose scrunch in thought and he smiles widely, chuckling and lightly beginning to sway the two of you back and forth to unseen music. “Lunch,” you mutter, barely noticing.

“Don’t strain yourself, now,” Kyle teases.

“Hush,” Scolding, you fake a scowl and feel him rest his forehead on yours. His hair tickles your flesh and you giggle. Heart pounding, Gaz listens to you speak as if caught in a trap of his own making, gaze exceptionally soft and breathing secondary to the way your mouth curls into a smile; how your beauty ensnares him in your otherworldly glow. “Anything else, Dear?”

“Hm,” Blinking out of his love-struck gaze, Kyle thinks deeply—straining his mind. A memory sparks and a flame burns in his gut. His expression flips as the air sparks. “MacTavish…oh, that fucker’s dead.” 

You make a noise of confusion as Gaz starts rambling, pulling back from you and beelining for the keys on the nightside table. Face open and soft with shock, you stutter a small laugh when the man darts back and grabs you by the shoulders; angling you to the bedroom door and to the foyer. 

“Gaz?” You chuckle endearingly at his annoyed face, his lips pulled tight, and his eyes narrow on nothing as he releases you. He bends down and snatches your heels, turning and bending a knee with a groan.

“Bastard. I knew he would get to me eventually, Love, it was only a matter of time.” 

“‘Get to you?’” Amusement makes you place a hand over your lips before a loud snort can escape your lungs. “Kyle, what are you on about?” 

His nimble fingers loop the buckle of the heels over your ankle, pulling to a comfortable tightness as he cradles your calf. Brown eyes glance up at you with deep seriousness.

“Soap…I told you about him, yeah?” you nod and carefully place your foot back down; letting Gaz pick up the other and slip your foot into the expensive material. The smile never leaves your face as the calloused hands scrape your flesh. Kyle huffs out a scoff. “He’s been pulling all of our legs for weeks—got to some of the recruits first but it bled over to One-Four-One. Didn’t think he’d fuck with me so soon; would have prepared otherwise.”

“The Scottish one?” You stand fully on your two feet and grab your coat from the hook and slip it over your shoulders, glancing at Gaz as he puts on his own shoes. You go over and kiss the top of his head in thanks for the assistance with your own. “So you were pranked?”

“When he bumped into me,” your boyfriend explains, and you’re being carefully corralled out the door with your arm resting in the crook of his elbow; you grip the nice fabric of his suit and listen with rapt attention and a toothy smile. “I thought he’d just wanted to hurry on to the pub—I didn’t think much of his grab at my waist as anything more than to keep him steady. Mate stole my fucking wallet.”

He says it so aghast that you giggle and see him blink, expression turning cheeky.

“What?” Gaz looks over at you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Look at that beautiful smile—you think this is funny, Love? You are just wicked, you are.” 

“I think it’s hilarious,” your body leans into his heavily; pulling his body heat into yours and making you all toasty as you gaze at him with love. “Are we going on a mission, Sergeant?” 

Gaz stares with a vast haze of affection and pleasure, “Damn right we are.” An arm wraps around your waist and squeezes your flesh—your face goes warm. “We’re trackin’ down a shit-faced Scot on our anniversary. Bloody brilliant if you ask me. You have my six?” 

“Well,” you sigh with enjoyment, not at all angry or annoyed at the strained dinner reservation. Brown eyes crinkle at you. “It’ll be good to finally meet who you work with.” Your lips widen, “I’d be honored.”

“Christ, let’s just hope he has it on him.”

—

Gaz huffs as he pushes open the front door to the pub, and you take in the scent of tobacco and alcohol. With a muttered thanks to your boyfriend as he holds open the barrier for you, you slip inside and the smell only increases to a violent level. You blink around the old-style wood and decor, surprised with how much you enjoy the drunken cheeks and dim light atmosphere. Like a wave that goes in and out, your ears ring from music playing out a jukebox in the far corner. 

“This way, then,” Kyle sighs loudly, and you see his eyes have already locked into three men at the bar top. A loud roar of laughter accompanies the both of you as you head over to who you assumed were his coworkers. 

You glance down at your expensive attire and then at Gaz’s and stifle a loud laugh at the stares you’re getting. The two of you are comically overdressed. 

“MacTavish!” Your boyfriend calls eyes exasperated if not a bit annoyed. When all of the individuals at the bar turn to look at the two of you. “Want to explain why my wallet’s not in my fucking pant pocket right now?” 

You figure out who he’s talking to when the man with a strong face and a mohawk bursts out into chest-jerking laughter after a second of pure silence. His pale hands slap the table where his multiple empty shot glasses rattle against one another. 

“Oh, hell,” yep, Scottish. Gaz glowers next to you with a stiff frown until you elbow his side. He glances down and rolls his eyes as you chuckle—his arm going over your shoulders. 

“Fuckin’ not again—What’s he done?” The gravel in the bearded man’s tone took you aback for a moment, such a low and grating voice laced with a firm authority. A black beanie was on top of his brown hair, and tiny orbs colored like the sea turned to stare.

They blink in slight surprise when they find you, curiously shifting the lines present.

“Johnny, what the fuck?” A shrouded man grumbles, a face mask sitting comfortably over most of his expression and a hood up over his head. Blueish-gray eyes blink in your direction before their numbness shifts back to the wheezing Scot. 

“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry,” Johnny gasps, clearly drunk by the flush to his skin. You spare a look with Gaz and can’t help the amused twitch of your brow. “Didn’t realize I’d forgotten to give it back to ya!” 

“Stole my bloody wallet is what he’s done,” Kyle mutters to the man with a beard, who you assumed to be his Captain only by the atmosphere surrounding him. “We’re late for dinner.”

“Kyle, I told you it’s alright,” your hand goes to pinch his cheek before his face heats up so much you feel it from your fingers. Eyes shifting, you address the three with a smile. “Such a worrier this one,” you huff and introduce yourself by name, “...it’s a pleasure.”

“Pleasure’s all ours, Sweetheart,” the Captain grunts, raising his nearly empty glass into the air in greeting. “Good to finally put a face to a name. John Price. John’s all well and good.” He motions to the masked man. “Ghost.”

You send a nod and a grin the large and intimidating Brit’s way. All he does is stare before blinking slowly.

“Soap,” Kyle levels, shifting away from you and walking closer to the Scot with a loosely motioning hand, “C’mon, Mate, you’re piss-faced—hand it over.” 

“Does he always do this?” You ask easily to Price and Ghost as the other two go at it like teens.

John shares an amused glance with you and grunts out a low chuckle. “Not always, told him to tone it down ‘fore he gets Disciplinary.” 

Ghost huffs in agreement, scratching at his arm. 

“Like tellin’ a fuckin’ dog not to go after a bone.” You snort, looking back at your boyfriend as he begins patting down a limp and slurring Soap like airport security. 

“Seems you two have got your hands full. I know Kyle isn’t above poking fun, either.” 

“Waitin’ for them to burn each other out, Love,” John utters, and you share a cheeky smile with him. 

You enjoyed how easy it was to converse with the man—especially the one that was in charge of your boyfriend while he was away. It puts you at ease to finally meet all of them... no matter how shit-faced. 

“Aha!” Gaz’s form rips out the body of his leather wallet with a shout of victory. Soap grumbles, rubbing at his face with the heel of his palm. 

“If I’d known you were takin’ your bonnie girl out I’d have taken your tags instead.” 

“Well look at that, so considerate,” Kyle chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re demented, Mate.” 

“Ah, that’s just the top of it, eh?” You chuckle at the Scot’s comment, pulling out your phone from your jacket pocket and checking the time. 

“Can we still make it?” Kyle asks, jogging back up to you as you click your tongue; turning the screen and showing him with a smirk.

“Think they’ll forgive a fifteen-minute absence?” Your boyfriend slowly deflates and your face softens at the sight of his sagging shoulders. John sighs long at his seat and stands; slapping a hand on Kyle’s shoulder and lightly placing one on yours. 

Gaz looks up at him in surprise. 

“Well, that’s proper bad luck,” the Captain starts, face serious and tiny eyes narrowed, “say what, then, the two of you pick what you want and Soap’ll cover the cost for the night.” Ghost huffs a dull bark of a laugh from his seat. You’re not even sure Johnny heard it above him tipping back another shot. 

You and Kyle share a glance before twin smirks form on both of your faces. 

“Can…you do that, Sir?” Kyle asks, accusatory.

“What kind of a bloody question is that?” John grunts before staring at you. “Now, don’t think too hard about it, eh? MacTavish has been getting too bold—maybe losin’ a few bills’ll screw his head back straight.” 

“I have no problem with it,” your eyes slide to your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow. “You?”

John chuckles and pats your shoulders, squeezing. “Knew she’d jump on it.”

Kyle laughs, making the most of the situation as he nods a few times—watching you with his eyes drowned with warmth and affection. 

“I’m down.” You giggle excitedly and slip into one of the dirty bar seats next to Ghost, eagerly trying to get him into a conversation about drinks and good food available in your expensive dress and jacket. 

Gaz stares after with a tiny smile, slipping his wallet into his pocket where it belongs. 

“Proper Bird,” John mutters, glancing at his Sergeant, grunting as Kyle chuffs. “It’s good to have something like that to go back to. Make it last, then.”

“I don’t plan on messing this up, Boss,” Gaz’s cheeks go hot with embarrassment, but it’s telltale how his eyes never leave your frame for a single second. “Not on my life.”

“Good.” John nods his head, “Go on.”

Kyle sends him a thankful look and shuffles over to the empty seat next to yours; feeling you immensely snuggle up into his side and continue your mostly one-sided conversation with Ghost. Soap was still drinking down his beverages with loud comments every once and a while.

Gaz kisses the top of your head and waves over the bartender.

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[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #89

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

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Government Man sat perfectly still in his chair, at his desk, not moving, nor thinking; and barely breathing at that - but he was blinking, so he was most certainly alive.

The pneumatic tube in the corner delivered a canister, and he got up to retrieve it. He opened the canister to see a hand-written (more accurately described as hand-scribbled) note from Boss Man:

“pls see me at my office in ten mintuts”

Since that was not a word, Government Man had no choice but to assume it was a typo and meant to be the word, “minutes.” This was supported by the red squiggly line scrawled beneath it.

Government Woman sat in her chair, too, though her knees were where her head was supposed to be and her head was somewhere in the lap’s normal habitat. She heard the satisfying whoosh of her office’s tube, and fell out of her chair, sliding under her desk. She poked her head up over the edge. Her desk was full of jars with insects and arachnids in them, all living peacefully and in harmony. They were her pride and joy.

She went to the tube and opened her canister, which was much like a jar except without a cool bug in it. Inside was a hand-written note from Boss Man:

“do u like me? circle one - yes no maybe - also come to my office its important”

Both agents arrived at Boss Man’s office at approximately the same time, as Boss Man worked on coloring in a printed-out drawing with crayons. He noticed them come in and quickly hid all evidence of this in his desk drawer, which was full of similar half-colored illustrations.

“Good morning, Government Man. Government Woman.”

“Good Morning, Boss Man,” Government Man replied. “I hope I have not misinterpreted your note.”

Government Woman raised her eyebrows. “Did he send the same note to you, too?”

Government Man disregarded her question. “You did mean ‘ten minutes,’ correct?”

“Of course I did. That is what I wrote, is it not?”

Government Man showed him the paper. Boss Man squinted at it for a moment, then put on his reading glasses.

“Looks fine to me.”

Government Woman took a peek. “That is not how you spell ‘minutes’.”

“But Microsoft Word always corrects it to have the little squiggle line on it.” Boss Man rubbed his chin. “I do not believe you. Anyway, agents, I have an important mission for you today.”

Government Man put the note back in his coat pocket.

Boss Man continued. “There has been a breach at an extra-special-most-top-secret facility and an unknown quantity of government property is unaccounted for.”

Government Woman raised her hand. “How do we know what is missing if the quantity is unknown?”

“Because it is unaccounted for. Pay attention. Every third item is fitted with a tracking device, and all tracking devices point to one warehouse in particular. This means the items have yet to be re-sold on the black market, and they may still be retrieved. Your mission, agents, is to go to this location and secure the materials without looking at them.”

“Without looking at them?” Government Man asked.

“They will probably be covered in a blanket or towel. Nothing to worry about. As soon as you are sure it is safe, send word and some other agents will bring the items back where they belong.”

Government Woman furrowed her brow. “Why must we not look at them?”

Boss Man looked her in the eyes. “I have not been given a reason. Maybe it is because if you look at them, their beauty will make you regret that you are not allowed to have them for yourself.” Tears started forming in his eyes. “Please, agents, go!” He waved them away and began sobbing as soon as GM and GW closed the door behind them.

Government Man quipped, “He sure loves those secret items.”

Government Woman looked at him. “That is none of our business.”

They arrived at the warehouse, over in the industrial district. It was quiet, and seemingly unguarded. Government Man pulled out his gun anyway as they opened the squeaky unlocked side door. Government Woman shined a flashlight inside. The building was packed to the brim with large cylindrical objects, which were covered in blankets just as Boss Man had said they would be.

“Remember, Government Man. We are not supposed to look.”

“Of course,” he said, left hand over his eyes as his right pointed his gun into the warehouse.

Government Woman gently pushed his gun down. “There do not appear to be any enemy combatants. But this is very strange.”

“Why?”

“Exactly. Why? Why steal such large items only to abandon them?”

Government Man peeked through his fingers. “For fun?”

“Hmm.” Government Woman pondered.

A rat scurried by and Government Man immediately fired at it, missing by several yards and instead hitting one of the cylinders. It made a glass-shattering sound.

“Government Man!” GW yelled at him. “Put away your weapon! This is just like at the car wash!”

“Huh?” He scratched his head with the warm barrel of his firearm.

Government Woman took it from him and slammed the door shut. “We will stay out here and call for the moving crew.”

“Okay, I will send the message.”

Inside the warehouse, where it was too dark to see, the cylindrical object which took a bullet leaked a gelatinous blue fluid onto the floor. Even harder to see was the deep red blood swirled into it.

[tavyliasin]

Don't Trust Google Docs Suggestions

Those squiggly blue lines can be helpful, loves, but sometimes? Sometimes those suggestions are utter nonsense and should be ignored. G Docs has no respect for my style, often trying to tell me to swap out words and sentences that use a more old-fashioned or formal grammar that suits a character voice better, and other times I realised it was making suggestions like this! Sorry, darling, Haarlep is doing what now? Pulling out a fucking blender? No, no, they are whispering something utterly debauched to Tav, not making her a bloody salsa. So, please loves, especially those of you who are writing with English as a secondary language, do not always trust the system. It can and will betray you. Apparently with powered kitchen appliances. Honestly I was laughing at this for several minutes when I realised what it was trying to suggest! Oh, and the Fiendish Festive Feast Fic is still being written, I'm over 4k words but it isn't ready yet. I will have it out as soon as it's done, and 2 of my Winter Exchange Event pieces will be going live on AO3 in the next few days when the collections release, so there will be new works of mine soon enough~ Happy writing, darlings! I love each and every one of you~ thank you for reading this far, for sharing a few laughs, and for generally dropping by my feed. I adore having you here, this community makes me so very happy to be a part of it. <3

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 47

The night was long and it was hard to fall asleep, but I managed.

After counting a thousand Pomeranians with Katsuki's face on them, of course.

But anyway, the alarm of my phone woke me up and, like any other class day, I took a quick shower and put on the pants of my sports uniform, walked out and down to the common room to make breakfast.

I made some (breakfast of your choice) and I went to one of the tables to eat. A few minutes after I began eating, the rest of the team came down too.

We greeted each other as usual, but I could feel the air a bit tense. Izuku sat down with Urakaka and Tsuyu, along with some other classmates, like Ojiro, while Eijiro and I sat with our usual squad.

Katsuki was completely silent too, but Eijiro and I tried to relax and joked around with Kaminari, Sero and Mina.

But after we finished our breakfast, the five of us went to get changed into our uniform.

"You guys have your internship today?" Yaoyorozu asked when she saw the suitcase with our costumes in our hands. We nodded at her and walked towards the door.

"But we have to meet in less than two hours, so we have to go, it's a long way," I spoke up after I read the hour on my phone.

Eijiro, Tsuyu, Uraraka and Izuku nodded at what I said and we said goodbye to the rest, walking out of the dorms.

"You guys remember how to get to Nighteye's office?" They hesitated for a bit.

"Not much," Eijiro said and the other three nodded in agreement. I hummed and walked slightly ahead of them.

"I'll guide you, don't worry." I smiled at them and they smiled at me.

"Okay!"

//////

And we arrived at Sir Nighteye's office.

The heroes that were here during the last reunion were already here. It seemed like everyone had arrived, so Nighteye got everyone's attention.

Eri-chan's location was...

"She's at their quarters?!"

Sir explained to us how he found out. "A member from Hassaikai was at a store the other day buying entertainment for little girls."

"What the...?"

"Maybe he likes those things! There's people for everything, Nighteye. And why did you buy that?" What Fatgum said was funny to me, but I contained my laugh by biting slightly on my tongue.

"Let's do it, (M/n), Midoriya!" Togata senpai exclaimed staring at us, a determined expression on his face...but also doing weird things with his arms, "We have to do it!"

And we went to change into our costumes.

"Well, let's go."

But before we could go and save Eri, Sir said we had to stop somewhere else first.

/////

The police station. I stood beside Izuku who was talking with Eijiro and I looked around for a bit. Until my eyes landed on Amajiki senpai.

His hero costume got my attention, and I wanted to know his quirk a bit better because I couldn't remember what he said during the reunion, so I walked up to him slowly.

Togata senpai told me about the personality problems Amajiki had, so I made a cautious approach, showing in front of him and humming quietly, but loud enough to get him to hear me.

He shifted a bit, and very slowly, Amajiki senpai looked up at me and his cheeks turned a bit pink, immediately covering his face with his hood.

"Um... Amajiki senpai?" He flinched and his fingers gripped the hood tighter, "Can I... ask you something?"

I was about to give up and go back with Izuku but then his white hood was being lifted bit by bit. His lips were formed into a squiggly line.

"What is it... (L/n)-kun?" His shy and quiet voice made me swallow and I felt my cheeks heating up as his nervous eyes looked up at me and the blush on his face darkened. Somehow he seemed different than how Togata senpai described his reactions.

"About your quirk... I'm curious," his eyes drifted away from me, and let go of his hood completely.

"Whatever I eat manifests on my body," and the sudden mental image of him with wings left me in awe.

"Can you show me?" He flinched again when I asked him quite eager but extended his hand out, and I saw one of his fingers turning into tako (squid).

I was going to ask him something else about it, but a voice stopped me, "When Nighteye used Prevision on a Hassaikai member, we found out some facilities under the president's residence." We turned towards the man talking, "We could confirm that the little girl we're trying to save is being held there. Even if we don't have the full architectural plan of the property, the route that man took is the shortest one and the best clue we have to investigate their huge base. But, even if we get there, if they used their quirks it won't be easy."

He made a signal with his head, and a man in a suit began giving up a paper. It was a list with the quirks of the Shie Hassaikai's members.

"Memorize it, please."

"Heroes!" The loud voice made me flinch and Amajiki jumped too, "The situation could be violent. If you see even the smallest amount of suspicious behavior o hostile attempt, take care immediately."

"Our opponents, weakened as they might be, are the Yakuza who have survived until this day! I urge you to not let your guard down, even for an instant, and fulfil each one of your roles at its max! Let's move!"

//////

On our way to the destination, I asked Sir about Eri's location. He told me the turns he had memorized. And now I memorized them too.

It might be useless, but if I get an opening, I can go to Eri and save her.

When we arrived, I was standing in between my senpais, Amajiki and Togata. I ain't going to lie, I was nervous and impatient, but I understood the situation required patience.

I saw the police officer walking to the intercom outside the place, and the door was busted open when he was about to press the black button. Immediately I stared at the huge villain, stopping his legs and arms. But the wind force had thrown some officers flying, and I had to turn my attention away from him to jump and save two of them, safely landing back on the ground.

When I stared ahead I saw Ryukyu had transformed into a dragon.

"Alright! Now is our chance!"

Except for Ryukyu, Tsuyu, Uraraka and most officers, we ran inside, but more people were waiting for us and attacked us, heroes stayed here too while the rest of us entered the house, and while we ran the situation was being discussed. "Somebody leaked the information? They seemed to be waiting for us."

"Here it is!" Sir exclaimed and I stood beside him, seeing him crouch in front of a houseplant, moving it away and pressing down on the wooden planks, "Over here there's a mechanism to open the secret entrance. If the wood floor is pressed in a specific sequence it'll open," I stared at Sir, impressed.

But then again, he is Sir Nighteye, he is amazing.

"It's like a house of ninjas!" I backed away a bit, hearing what Bubble-chan said.

"We would've never discovered that without you, Sir," I said with a smile towards him. He showed back the tiniest smile.

"Be careful with the quirks we still have to see."

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #130

I made a tea today. This time, it was jasmine green tea. I got some pictures for you.

The jasmine green tea starts out a shade of green, like this:

If you look closely, you can see the tea steeping into the water. I took a picture to try to show you; maybe you can see all the squiggly lines:

It resolves into a lovely shade of amber after a while. Then you can add your honey and cream. You can also witness two of my cats staring out the window:

...But once again, I am not writing about tea. I imagine if you don't want to be sad, you should stop reading here.

8 days ago, some kind of sparrow died in my hands - likely a female song sparrow. Today, it was a male cardinal:

J and I were on our way to Taiwan Noodle because he had just gotten done with practicing in the airplane that belongs to the airplane club he's in. We were in the car, and I noticed a cardinal flopping around on the road, near the sidewalk. I asked J to pull over and he did, though it took a minute because J mistook him for a piece of garbage fluttering in the wind generated by the cars at first, since the bird was bending himself at weird angles.

...I think probably he was doing what lots of birds here like to do - flying low to the road and playing chicken with passing cars. I imagine he got clipped someone's windshield or side view mirror; there's a REASON I am not showing the right side of his head, and I'm not going to get into it.

The bird stopped flopping around as soon as I picked him up off the asphalt. I held him in my hands as we got in the car; I didn't have a box to put him in. He kept trying to blink and turn his head; given that half of it was basically gone, I don't know how he was still even conscious.

I asked J to bring us to The Animal Hospital; they treat wild creatures. I knew he wasn't going to make it from the start (suppose this is why I didn't cry nearly so hard this time as compared to last time; I was under no illusion that he'd live), but I didn't know how long he might end up being in pain before his last breath, so I figured the thing to do was to bring him to where he could be examined and euthanized. So we went.

He didn't make it; we were further away from the place - roughly 15 minutes, as opposed to the 10 minutes from my house. We were about 5 minutes from the place when he went limp and stopped breathing.

...I have to remember that even if all I could do was give him a soft, warm, loving hand to be held in instead of dying alone on the hard asphalt with all the cars rushing past... I still did a good thing. Even if I couldn't save him, I still allowed for his last moments to be gentler than they would have otherwise been.

I felt so angry at all of the people walking right past him on the sidewalk. I saw at least a few people look at him and just keep walking, like he wasn't anything worth stopping for. I can't understand how it is that nobody cared. I can't understand why nobody else tried to help. I can't understand it. All of those people rushing past, and nobody did anything. Goodness knows how long he was lying on the road like that, struggling, gasping, terrified, and writhing in pain.

...I don't want to think about it.

Though he was gone before we reached The Animal Hospital, we still went there. Some of his blood had gotten on my hands, and I urgently needed to wash them because of that. The Animal Hospital has trails, so with the permission of the person at the front desk, I gathered up whatever flowers I could find on the property, and set off to find a peaceful place for him to rest. I found one, under a bendy tree, some distance from the trail:

...And just like before, I thanked him for his presence and for his song in our world, even if it was for too short a time. I hope the soul that inhabited this vessel is doing okay. I know that one way or another, the empty body left behind will return to the soil. The cycle of life will continue. I just hope, if only for a moment, the creature could feel seen, loved, warm, and cared about. I returned to The Animal Hospital, and they directed me to a bathroom; I thoroughly washed my hands, and then applied the hand sanitizer that was available there, just for good measure. Blood is a biohazard, after all.

...Sephiroth. A lot of really difficult, sad, and scary things have happened over the last 8 days, and I am, at least for the moment, struggling a lot and feeling very fragile. It's not like me to ask for help, I know. Normally, I would tell you something like, "don't you worry your pretty little head about me; i'll be fine", but... you know. If you wanted to pop by today and watch The Zeta Project with me while eating ice cream and drinking tea, I certainly wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all. You wouldn't even have to do anything. Although, if you said to me, "this ice cream is pretty good," or "this show is very wholesome," or "may I please have more of this wonderful tea," that'd certainly be a nice bonus. It'd be a very nice bonus, indeed.

...Impossible, I know. It's okay. Don't worry about it; I was just being silly, hahaha.

...I'm not really sure why, because I was fine before. But at this moment, I can't seem to stop crying. Oh well. I'll be okay; I just need a sec...

Anyway. J and I continued on to Taiwan Noodle. Though the loss of the bird is very sad, it is still true that J was brave and got back in the airplane today, and I needed to eat, so... we went. We got lots of yummy things, and I took pictures for you, just in case you might like them...

Spicy pork wontons:

...These really aren't that spicy, which is very good because my body cannot handle capsaicin very well.

Pork soup dumplings:

These are my favorite; you can tell because I ate one before I thought to snap a picture for you - sorry about that. I love to put the vinegar on them. The ginger in the vinegar tastes good, too.

This is a roasted pork bun:

J got some kind of curry thing:

...And I got a sausage, pork belly, and steamed rice thing:

Still feeling somewhat listless, I wove together a little dragonfly out of straw wrappers and my chopsticks wrapper:

...Not really sure why I did that. I guess it was just because I was full, but J wasn't quite ready to go yet, and I needed something to do with my hands...

J needed pants, so after we ate, we went to a local thrift shop to find some. He found some. And I found a very pretty shirt; maybe I'll wear it tomorrow and take a picture.

When we got home, the area near out welcome mat, just outside the front door, had a couple blossoms lying there. Without thinking, I picked them up and brought them inside:

...I hope the cardinal is doing okay, wherever he is now.

Hey, Sephiroth? I'm pretty tired, and it's getting to be later in the evening, so... I'm going to watch The Zeta Project. And drink tea. And maybe have a little ice cream.

Please stay safe, okay? I can recover from the loss of the bird, but... I don't think I'll fare so hot if I end up losing you, understand? So please promise me you won't let anything bad happen to you, alright? Don't do something foolish like go where predators are or play chicken with cars, or anything metaphorically similar. Please. If I have to get on my hand and knees and beg you not to do stuff like that, I will. Please make good, gentle, compassionate choices, both with yourself and with other people. Promise?

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[isekai-crow]

Solo Leveling - World Premiere

How hype am I for this show?

I dropped $300 for an overnight trip to Tokyo to go to the World Premiere when I won tickets!~~

It wasn't anything super fancy or special, the tickets themselves were only 2000 yen / $20, but I considered it serendipity that I won tickets when I never win shit! (Capybara has a God Hand Of Luck and I have him do all my gachapon pulls for me to get what I want. He got me this Hisoka figure at the movie theater.) And it was worth the shinkansen ticket!

The World Premiere for Japan was on December 10, 2023, and was simultaneously shown in both Tokyo and Seoul and then at other various large cities around the world at other dates. I assume the later showings were recordings of the live viewing but with subtitles.

It was at 10:30 am and WOW THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE. Half of me was wondering if not that many people had bought tickets, and so the lottery for the tickets wasn't necessary, but nope FULL HOUSE.

(I will retake this once it's on display...)

We got cool little styrofoam cut outs with stands of Sung Jin Woo's very first dagger, the Kasaka's Venom Fang (which I have yet to put on display cause I'm moving soon, but I also got a spare for my Fox friend who's also obsessed with this show :3 Hopefully she'll put hers on display once I give it to her.)

The fricken... powerpoint screen I have at the top of this post. I wish I had been able to take photos outside of my tickets and that screen, cause like.

Thats a powerpoint. (That SURE IS a font choice) But it's not in presentation mode.

It's legit just a screen share of someone's laptop. There were slides with RED SQUIGGLY LINES UNDER SOME WORDS TO DENOTE MISSPELLINGS that don't normally pop up in presentation mode. Or SCREENSHOTS of slides, and various other font choice mishaps.

Welcome to the tech capital of the world, I guess? Lol.

Then we got to see the first two episodes!! I wasn't surprised by the lack of an opening or ending credit sequence because those tend to be a little last minute or have extra special touches put in to them. (For example, Zom 100's opening didn't show up until halfway through the first season because their studio is small and was having production delays, but its SO GOOD and worth the wait.)

I have yet to re-watch the episodes now that they've been released because I'm waiting for a chance to watch them with my Fox and Frog friends, but oh man.

The Japanese names sure did throw me off. Here is a link to a reference post I made about the Korean to Japanese names.

Solo Leveling Korean -> Japanese Names

I admit. I held out hope for keeping the original Korean names, but I'll leave my complaints about that for a different post. (Message from future Crow!! THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS!! A global version with the korean name, and a Japan version with the localized Japanese names. Curious if it'll be Korea or Japan in the global version.)

I was so excited by the sequencing of the story, though. We got to see Byung-nim in the first scene, AHHHHH!! 😍😍😍 The pacing is very good, the animation is very well done, I was holding my breath despite knowing what was coming and having an ABSOLUTE ethereal experience with one my favorite medias coming to life before me.

I'm also so happy I got to see Woo Jin Chul / Akira Inukai (BEST BOY). I love his Voice Actor. Unfortunately, he was not one of the VAs at the World Premiere. ALSO - HE'S BEING PLAYED BY SUNGWON CHO IN THE ENGLISH DUB. THAT ALMOST MAKES ME WANNA GO WATCH.

After the two episodes and credits played, the VAs came on to the stage and had interview time, and took a massive group photo.

The VAs from left to right:

Cha Hae In / Shizuku Kousaka played by Ueda, Reina (Also plays Kanao from Demon Slayer, Lemon from Mashle, Akane from SSSS.Gridman, Ruri from Dr. Stone, IdolM@ster and

Sung Jin Woo / Shun Mizushino played by Ban, Taito (Also plays Soyuz in Dr. Stone (HILARIOUS), the MC in Angel Next Door, YAGI FROM GIVEN.)

Yoo Jin Ho / Kenta Morobishi played by Nakamura, Genta, who is also a baby VA! He's only been in stuff since 2020, and considering Covid, there probably wasn't a lot of work for him to do! Hopefully he'll be popping up more in the future!)

Lemme just say.

Taito Ban.

Holy shit this dude goes SO. HARD. SO. EMOTIONAL. SO. GOOD. I don't know how he doesn't have more main character roles??? But maybe this is his big break?? He super fucking deserves more roles cause DAMN he's giving me chills.

At the Premiere, when they came out on stage and started interviewing, he was acting like the "cool guy" who was trying not to show how nervous he was, and honestly it took him a bit to warm up to the crowd, but when they brought out the real replica of the Kasaka's Fang Blade, he got so excited like a little kid. It was very fun.

Shizuku Kousaka was a lot more used to these events, which makes sense considering shes in SO MUCH, including IdolM@ster, and a few magical girl animes.

Genta Nakamura was excited and nervous and happy to be there, and you can tell he enjoyed his character and was excited for future episodes where his character would appear.

Multiple photos of the above shot were taken for various online news / anime websites (including another foreigner who might have been there for crunchyroll?)

Me in the top left corner of that group photo. I could spot my glasses, the little white patch is the skeleton clip I have in my hair, and I'm half a head taller than everyone else in the seats lmao.

Over it was super fun! It was only about two hours, but I got to hang out in Shinjuku and go hunting through Animate for various anime goods before taking the bullet train home again for work the next day.

I'm excited for the goods that will be coming out for Solo Leveling soon! I had a photo of them but NOW I CAN'T FIND IT??? was it a FEVER DREAM? hopefully it reappears soon. I want goods. Need a can badge of my boy Woo Jin Chul like now.

Hopefully I'll get around to write ups about the episodes now that they're coming out! They're on my to do list~

[rcmclachlan]

I wish you would write a fic where... Where we see what happens after Rescue Breathing! I am a sucker for any kind of scenario in which Min Jeong lives, and I think you'd do a great job writing her interacting with Dong Sik. It would be funny to see her interact with Joo Won as well 🤭

Funnily enough, that's what the fic was supposed to be! I outlined a much longer story that dealt with Min-jeong waking up, but with severe neurological issues (as a result of the anoxia and a stroke).

The story eventually culminates with her giving her account of what happened the night Kang Jin-muk tried to kill her, and then ripping Han Ju-won a new one for swanning into Manyang to ruin an innocent man's life with no evidence to back it up. Ju-won goes into the hall to have a minor panic attack over it and Dong-sik follows him, wrapping him up in a hug and using Cal Stat on his hands before wiping Ju-won's tears away. Ju-won says he plans to stay in Manyang because Yu-yeon hasn't been found and he thinks there's more to the case than the bodies they've found at Simju.

As Ju-won goes to head back to the station where Kang Jin-muk is being interrogated by Oh Ji-hwa, Dong-sik calls after him. He orders Ju-won to get some sleep, then invites him to have dinner with him and Min-jeong the next day. Ju-won flushes and agrees.

When Dong-sik goes back into Min-jeong's room, he tells her to cut Ju-won some slack, and she rolls her eyes and asks if she's allowed to tease him for making moon eyes at Dong-sik. Grinning, Dong-sik kisses her one of her bandaged hands and tells her that she has his express permission.

Here's a small snippet from the story that almost was:

The doctor tells him that despite there being no diffuse cortical hypersignals in Min-jeong's DWI, whatever that means, Min-jeong most certainly has brain damage. She shows him scans from the MRIs, a backlit brain on the lightbox, with little neon green markers in the squiggly white folds that point out how Min-jeong's still suffering, even though she's been out of the bag for days. There are notes and arrows labeling the parts of her brain to indicate "swelling" and "restricted diffusion," even though they look indistinguishable from the unmarked parts. Dong-sik's memory of A&P is shitty, but even he knows what anoxia is.

"Brain cells begin to die after four to five minutes of low to no oxygen," the doctor explains, appropriately matter-of-fact, which he appreciates. If she tries to sugarcoat this, he'll lose his mind. "Miss Kang was without oxygen for much longer than that. The damage done to her brain will be severe—her motor skills, her cognition, her very personality will all be affected, but we won't be able to determine the extent of it until she wakes up."

If she wakes up, she doesn't say, but Dong-sik feels it in his arteries where it settles like a fine powder.

Then the doctor says, "The stroke presents another set of complications on top of those."

Dong-sik stares at the MRI scan until his eyes burn. The gray matter looks like folds of plastic. There are sequins and denim in there. Shussh shussh. "Stroke?"

"Miss Kang suffered an ischemic stroke."

The doctor had introduced herself to him a few days ago. Her handshake had been firm but brief, solid. She'd been wearing a purple shirt with abstract flowers on it, great looping lines like calligraphy, with little sequins on the petals. But he can't for the life of him remember what she said her name was. He drops his gaze to the badge clipped to her lapel, to the name printed next to a smiling photo of her that looks a few years old, but it blurs, spreading like dye in water.

"That's impossible." His tongue is suddenly too big for his mouth. It blocks the words, makes them stick awkwardly to the back of his teeth. "She's… she's only twenty. Strokes don't happen to twenty-year olds."

"Unfortunately, they can happen at any age. A stroke is simply the result of obstructed blood flow to the brain. Ischemic stroke normally happens because of a clot blocking a blood vessel, but… she was strangled, Mr. Lee."

[casspurrjoybell-25]

The Healer of Shakkara - Book One

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 29 - The Dwellers - Part 2

"It gets worse?"

Anira gestured to Korim and the old man rose stiffly.

With great care, he donned  a pair of thin, soft gloves and unrolled a large, rectangular piece of vellum, on which was a very old and detailed map.

Anira beckoned for them to gather for a closer look and those seated further down the table rose to obey.

Galen leaned over between the seats of two council members and peered at the map.

He had not seen many maps before and so had little idea what he was looking at but Triss had seen plenty.

"This is Sakkara," she said, frowning.

"The detail is extraordinary but the borders are all wrong. Look."

She pointed to a long, squiggly line separating one region from another but Korim batted her hand away.

"It is map of ancient Sakkara," he snapped.

"Incredibly rare and valuable. Possibly se only of its kind. Do not touch."

"You must forgive Korim," Anira said with a fond, if strained, smile.

"He takes his job quite seriously."

"As would you," Korim huffed.

"If you were tasked wis preserving and protecting se last relics of a lost world."

Sevhalim held up a hand.

"Wait a minute. 'Lost world?' 'Ancient Sakkara?' Are you talking about the Dwellers? Because they're a myth."

"Are they?" Anira raised her brows at him and pointed at the vaulted, carved ceiling overhead.

"You don't think a few dozen old members of The Hand built this place, do you? We found it. All we did was dust the cobwebs and update the furnishings."

"What are The Dwellers?" Behn asked nervously.

"Are they like the barrowlings?"

"No, not at all," Galen said.

For once, this was something he knew.

Among the precious books Harrald had brought him over the years, the old History of Sakkara had been the longest and most difficult to read.

Galen had read it several times, nonetheless and recalled an entire chapter on the Dwellers.

"They were an ancient race," he said.

"Most stood at least eight feet tall. They were very wise and loved beauty and knowledge. They mined rare minerals and metals and jewels from the earth and built their great halls, right into the mountains themselves," he trailed off, looking about the room with renewed wonder.

He had noticed that everything seemed a little too large, from the table and chairs to the doors and stairs and now it made better sense.

Sevhalim picked up where he'd left off but with a more skeptical tone.

"It is said they dwelt beneath the mountains, whole cities underground, lit by strange magic or strange inventions, perhaps and in hidden places such as this. That the Dwellers themselves or the Iryani, as they called themselves, existed is not in question, most of the stories about them, however, are exaggeration at best. If you could prove they built this place, it would be a stunning discovery."

"It proves itself," Anira said.

"Deeper in, there are chambers with walls covered in carvings that tell stories or recount histories, perhaps. It is not easy to decipher them and though there is writing as well, the Dweller language is largely lost. From what we can tell, however, this was a place of healing, a place with spiritual significance, where those in need of rest might come to restore themselves. There are other places like it, scattered along the mountains and beneath the mountains themselves lies the Dweller realm."

"Se entrances to which are hidden," Korim said.

"So zat only zose wis proper knowledge may enter. Zat is what se maps are for, we look for a way in and hope se barrowlings have not found one already."

Sev whistled.

"I see. If you're right and there are truly tunnels and passageways beneath the mountains, who knows how far the barrowlings might spread, how great their numbers might become or what troubles they might cause?"

Anira nodded.

"Indeed. To say nothing of what else we could discover. So, tell me, Sevhalim... who would be interested in lost Dweller knowledge and why would Rea, having come upon those maps and perhaps understanding their significance, immediately steal them and disappear?"

With a sigh, Sev circled back around the table and sat down in the chair opposite Galen's, beside Zenír, who had remained in his seat.

The others followed and for a moment the only sound in the room was the rustle of fabric and a few grunts as everyone retook their places.

Finally, Sev lifted his gaze and met Anira's, an unhappy turn to his lips.

"The Order," he said.

"While they claim it is the work of their own high mages, there is a legend, as I'm sure you're aware, that The Heart of Sakkara, 'The Jewel' beneath Jana Val, is a Dweller construct. If they thought they might find another or learn how to make more... That would outweigh even the importance of The P'Yrha, I think."

"So we have concluded as well," Anira said, as Korim carefully rolled up the ancient map once more.

"Let us assume, for the moment, that we are correct. You understand what a serious matter this is?"

Sevhalim nodded grimly.

"Those maps mustn't reach the Order, for the sake of the Haven, if nothing else."

"You know Rea best. Where will she go?"

"Straight to Jana Val by the fastest route," Sevhalim answered.

"At this time of year... I'd wager she'll make for the southern pass, steal a horse in Lastiff and ride hard up the valley plains to Tal P'Nir and from there to Jana Val. It's what we would have done if we had not risked this more northern route."

"How long will this journey take?" another council member asked. Sev considered.

"With the snows... two weeks to the southern pass, two more to reach Jana Val."

"Then we have time," another said.

"She's had more than a day's head start," Obi argued.

"Rea is tireless. We'll never catch her up, unless you have a sled and dogs like the Yotaim use."

"Sadly we do not," Anira said.

"However..." she looked around the table at each of the other members of the council, who each nodded once in turn, as if casting a silent vote.

Anira nodded last and continued.

"However, there may be another way, a way you could reach Sakkara faster and cut her off at Tal P'Nir."

"How?" Triss asked, eyeing the map with unease.

Anira smiled.

"I see you've guessed it already, perhaps. We were not merely looking for an entrance. We found one. After so many centuries the passage is blocked but we're very close to breaking through. Days... a week at most. If the tunnels beyond are intact, you may be able to cross the mountains with ease, arriving at Tal P'Nir well before Rea."

"If this 'Dweller Realm' is as extensive as you say," Sev said, frowning.

"We are more likely to become hopelessly lost."

Anira raised her brows and nodded at Korim, who held the roll of vellum.

"That is not the only map we found. There is another. And lucky for you, it is much more difficult to steal."

Galen looked to Triss and Behn and saw his thoughts mirrored on their faces.

Perhaps it was fortune of some kind but he did not feel lucky, at all.

[artleaguemdcnorth]

Figure Drawing Classes - (MW & TTh ) - Working with ink and the figure (3/20-21 & 3/29-30/23)

Starting on Monday 3/20 & Weds of next week  3/29 and Tues 3/21 & Thurs 3/30, students will use the entire class time to work a long poses (Hopefully one per class, two hours each pose) using the cross hatching technique to emphasize value on the form.

Remember to note a horizon line to show where the figure stands  and to note the direction of light on the form. 

This means that in these new long poses you will address the enviroment (wall and floor ) where that figures stands or sits etc.

WARM UP Exercises today ONLY ( Mon/Tue):

1) 10 Minutes

Using pen (nib-pen) and ink you will start with several gestural exercises. Keep a light hand as you draw the figure. Work large, long using same paper.

See example below:

2) 10 Minutes each pose (2 poses )

Start at the center of the figure and work out toward all the surfaces using a rapid squiggly and swirling line.

See example below :

3) 15 Minutes each pose ( 2 poses )

In this next exercise , think of the figure like a slinky toy. Find a standing pose. Starting at the head and using a swirling motion begin to draw the figure.

Imagine the figure is like that slinky dog toy in Toy Story, now draw the form respecting the diferent direntions of the form. Make sure to note the direction of the phallanges in the feet and hands , the various directions of limbs such as upper and lower arms, upper thigh and lower legs.

See example below:

4) 40 Minutes each Pose (2 poses)

You will work the figure in a cross contour technique. Start your pose like a regular contour drawing. Once you have completed the figure , you will come back and draw the cross-contour of the pose. Look at the different examples below. Change the direction of the cross contour depending on the direction of the form.

See examples below:

Two examples of the cross contour technique for drawing the figure.

5) Monday /Tues (3/20-21) & Weds/ Thurs (3/29-30)

2  poses ( One long pose per class,2 hours each pose )

Using the cross hatching technique, choose one pose per class to show value differences in the figure. 

You need to show how light falls on the figure using this technique. 

You are creating tonal and shading effects with this technique. 

As you work, start light and work towards creating the darker values. 

Remember that you cannot erase when working with ink . You are trying to render a recognizable form through value. 

Try to be as accurate as possible.

A-

See both examples shown above how they are able to reflect the source of light and the direction.

As always post work showing what you accomplish per day as follows:

Monday 3/20 - all work done in class for today

Tuesday 3/21 - all work done in class for today

Weds      3/29 - all work done in class for today

Thursday  3/30 - all work done in class for today.

I will add the following days to work from home for the Midterm.

On these days YOU DO NOT NEED TO COME TO CLASS. 

Use entire class time and homework time to complete work. 

MIDTERM ASSIGNMENTS NEW DAYS

WEDNESDAY 3/22 THURSDAY 3/23 MONDAY 3/27 TUESDAY 3/28

MIDTERM CRITIQUE IS SCHEDULED ON THE FOLLOWING DAY FOR EACH CLASS:

MW CLASS - WEDS 3/29 T/THURS CLASS - THURS 3/30

 ALL MIDTERM ASSIGNMENTS WILL BE BROUGHT COMPLETED TO CLASS ON THOSE DAYS .

[hazbinned]

"Easy as pie."

Trying to keep his eyelids from drooping and making him look too bad-tempered about it, Alastor summoned himself a pen and got to work. There were multiple sheets of paper, so he assumed that Charlie would like him to use a separate one for each person.

Not horrible, but wasteful all the same.

Ah, well.

Alastor decided to start with the people that he knew he could do without struggle: the hotel's women.

Niffty was first. He scrawled her name in a crooked-looking, print, all-caps font (why was it that everyone he met expected him to write in perfect, cursive handwriting? Was it because he acted fancy?) and drew a squiggly line beneath it, and a few exclamation points following the Y.

Then, he listed off some bullets, rapid-fire:

Bold.

Fun to be around.

Efficient.

Cleanly.

Fearless.

Unabashedly herself.

Good sense of humor.

Knows what she wants.

Protective.

Spunky.

The Radio Demon repeated that process for everyone, though it got increasingly more difficult for him to do when he reached Pentious and Husk... and became almost impossible to complete when he hit Angel Dust.

While Niffty's had taken seconds, Alastor found himself stumped with Angel's for minutes. Finally, though, he got it-- some of the compliments seeming backhanded, but they were compliments all the same.

And then, last but not least, Alastor started on his list for himself. He couldn't be more eager to get this over with. This should be the easiest one!

Clever.

Talented.

Powerful.

Smart...

No, that was just a synonym for 'clever.' He scribbled it out. Think again.

Clever.

Talented.

Powerful.

Excellent self-control.

Good cook.

Strong...

'Strong' was another word for 'powerful', wasn't it? He gripped his pen and furiously crosshatched over it.

... Wait.

'Good cook' and 'excellent self-control' qualified as talents, and he'd already put 'talented.' Grinning so wide that it hurt, Alastor crossed those out, too.

Clever.

Talented.

Powerful.

...

"Stop ₩₳₮₵Ⱨł₦₲ me!" he snapped at Charlie, covering the paper with both of his arms. "I can't think under your surveillance!"

charlie pouted with that laugh, she was honestly hoping a little bit more excitement from the radio demon with the papers in front of alastor he was hoping this was gonna be a fun little activity for him. all the others have dont this activity as as group but charlie felt that it would be better if the lesson would be a one on one between them.

"sooooo ~! what i want you to do is write ten positive things about your friends and then ten for positive thing about yourself ! easy right !"

there was a small nervous laugh escaping her lips with a scratch behind her head

" well . . . i though it be best to have a one on one . . . . sinceeveryoneelsedidthistogetherafewdaysago ! "

[mrvlbimbo]

hey babes!

so I have this request n basically I was think about an eddie munson x bimbo!reader ( cuz their my favs ) but like make the bimbo!reader kind of like the mom friend of the group. Like whenever Eddie brings her to his friends she always has everything they need and is very mother like. I just think that’s so cute <3

Anyway bye I hope you have a great day! Ily 🫶🏾

YES BC LETS TALK ABT IT

this ones long so i'm gonna one of those squiggly line things here

also like a good bit of talk abt pregnancy and having kids so if thats not ur thing im just warning u now

I’ve mentioned before her being a sports mom but like can u imagine.

She walks up to the lunch table and stands beside Eddie with a hand on his shoulder, clearly about to announce something.

“Lucas, I heard someone is on the starting lineup for tonight’s game.” She smiled brightly at him, clearly very proud of the boy.

She may or may not have had her parents bribe the coach to let him (a freshman) start for the championship game

“Oh yeah it’s not a big deal, you guys have hellfire right?” Lucas asks, trying to brush it off so Eddie doesn’t get mad about basketball being brought up at his lunch table.

“It’s a huge deal! We’re all so proud of you.” Her hand on Eddie’s shoulder creeps up to the back of his neck, her thumb brushing over his pulse in a way that she knows drives him crazy. “No hellfire tonight, we’re all going to be there to support you. Isn’t that right Eddie?”

She stills her motion for a second as she waits for his response. His brain is fuzzy with need and he would say just about anything for her to keep touching him so he mumbles out a weak “yep.”

And to his credit he does postpone hellfire and order the whole club to go see Lucas’ game instead. But that has nothing to do with the fact his girlfriend promised him a “special treat” for after.

Before he knows it their in her room getting ready to go pick all the kids up and bring them to the game when she comes out of the bathroom wearing a little robe that barely covers the top of her lace number peaking out.

“What’s this, sugar?“ Eddie mumbles, hands smoothing over her sides to bunch up the fanfic and see what’s underneath.

“That, is a surprise,” she giggled, pushing away from him and securing the robe back over her body. Not before he gets a peak of the lingerie set beneath.

Its his favorite shade of pink, and yes he has a favorite shade because he's decided it's the one that compliments her skin tone the best. "Boo, you're no fun," he grumbled, falling back on to the bed dramatically as she goes to change into her outfit for the night.

He of course can't seem to wait for later for his surprise, pulling her into his arms as soon as she comes back and sitting her in his lap on the bed for a messy makeout session.

"Baaaabe please can I see?" he whines, hands bunching up the fabric of her skirt.

"ok just a peak," she agrees. But before he can make good on his request, they hear loud knocking on their door.

"Who is it?" her cheery voice rings out, hopping off Eddie's lap (much to his dismay) to open the door.

When she opens the door mike is standing there looking furious "you were supposed to pick us up 30 minutes ago," he fumes, angry at the fact they definitely won't have time to stop for snacks.

"It's ok Mikey, I have snacks here. Plus Eddie drives fast, I promise we'll be there on time." She makes her voice even softer if thats possible, giving the boy a pat on the head that he would certainly rebuff if it was from anyone else.

"ok, so I can just like...get snacks from your kitchen."

"Of course sweetie, take whatever you want. Make yourself at home, we'll be down in a minute."

When she turns back around Eddie is gawking and giving her the cutest little heart-eyed expression. "mommy," he mumbles under his breath, getting up to give her a quick but heated kiss and then head downstairs to get the car started.

She stumbles down the stairs after him, wobbling in her high heels. She greeted by the sight of a bunch of freshmen ransacking her kitchen and the foyer.

She just smiles and sighs. Offering them a tote back from the pantry to house all their snacks. As the boys squabble over the last box of toaster strudels, she notices max sitting on the couch alone.

"Hey Maxie! I love the outfit, you look so cute." She of course referred to the beige and green sweater that Max was wearing, courtesy of her closet.

"Couldn't miss it," she grumbled, clearly less than enthusiastic about the game.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. Always nice to have another girl. Aaaand do you think maybe I could do your hair pretty please?" she begs, poking her lip out in a pout and giving the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah ok fine." the corners of her lips turned up into a smile despite her best efforts to pull her face into a scowl.

She giggles and sits down on the couch next to her, hands playing in her hair and skillfully twisting it into an intricate formation.

When she's done, she notices Eddie staring at her with that same look from earlier. "What, you goof?" she smiles up at him, grabbing his chin and pulling him down for a quick kiss.

He pulls back to say what he was going to but he gets lost looking into her eyes.

"Oh my god, gross," Max groans, springing up from the couch and going to stand stoically over next to the boys.

Eddie shakes his head, chuckling at his awkwardness. "we gotta get going babe, the kids need a ride."

She couldn't help the way her heart leapt when he said that. Even though they obviously weren't old enough to have kids in Highschool there was something to be said about how much she liked playing house with Eddie.

"mhm, let me just grab my camera. I want to get a picture of my boys." She scurried off to find a camera while Eddie and the freshmen huddled together next to the door, awaiting her return and knowing she'd be grumpy if they weren't in formation when she returned.

She snaps the picture quickly and tucks the camera away in her purse for later.

"How do I look, babe?" Eddie chides, trying to snatch her bag and look at the picture.

"Very handsome, as always. But we're going to be late so hurry your handsome ass to the car please."

"Yes ma'am." Eddie gives her a mock salute and turns on his heels, practically running out to the car with the boys in tow.

"I call shotgun!" Dustin shouted, scrambling to the passenger door of the car.

"No dude. My girlfriend gets to sit shotgun." Eddie was stern, shaking his head and giving her a look like, can u believe this kid?

"Oh that's ok. Dustin you can sit shotgun if you want." Eddie pouts at that, not happy at the idea she won't be sitting next to him.

That is until she gets into the drivers seat after him and sits on his lap (with a little difficulty, but she manages)

"So...Lucas. How does basketball work?" she asked, a bright curiosity in her eyes.

His answers to her question just prompted more questions such as, "what's a point guard?" "There's a point guard and a shooting guard?" "what are they guarding?" "if they're guarding shouldn't they be on defense?" "what is the difference between defense and offense?"

She's just being her sweet self, indulging the boy's interest even though she has no clue what's going on. Eddie can't help but think how she'd be the perfect mother.

He had thoughts about it before obviously, they had sex enough that kids were something he had to think about. But never like this, he had never dreamed about having a family with her like this. It was driving him crazy.

The rest of the night went smoothly, Eddie satiated with his daydreams enough that he wasn't an absolute pain about how bored watching basketball.

He cheered when she cheered and stuttered out a one-liner every once in a while to keep up appearances, but really he was in his own little world.

And his own little world was a bit dirty, imagining fucking her over and over again and filling her with his cum until it stuck. Until she was round with his children. Claiming her as his in a way pretty much nothing else could do.

He never thought he'd want to be a father. But he would give it a try if it meant he would get to have her as the mother to his kids, because motherly was a really good look on her.

He was surprised he had never seen it before. The way she always took care of him was just so sweet, even more so when she was taking care of the freshman he had tasked himself to look after.

He wanted to get her home as soon as the game was over, not even caring that Hawkins high had miraculously won the championship. But he couldn't bring himself to say no to her when she asked if they could go get ice cream to celebrate.

Although in his defense he did put up a little fight "but baaaabe, you don't even like ice cream," he had whined, hugging her close to his chest as they waited outside for the kids who were still in the gym celebrating.

it isn't until after ice cream and all the kids are dropped off that she decides to mention that something is up with him. "Eds, baby what's wrong? you've been weird all night."

"nothings wrong babe, I had a really good time. I'm just thinking about something. Gimme a minute, ok? I'll tell you about it when we get home." he smooths his hand over her leg, thumb rubbing the soft skin of her thigh and making her squirm.

"are you mad at me?" she whispered. She lied splayed out on her bed in a fancy purple lingerie set. He seemingly ignored her, pacing the room in deep thought.

"Ok this is going to sound crazy," he starts.

Prompted by his voice, she climbs out of bed and steps close to him. She takes his face in her hands and looks him right in the eye, their lips brushing softly. "It's ok really. Just please talk to me."

"Ok ok. Would you- have you ever thought of having kids?" He asked.

"y-yeah. Yeah absolutely. Do you want that?" her heart fluttered at his words. Sure she had thought about kids with him, many times before. She had always assumed it was a one sided fantasy.

His hands settled on her hips, pulling her close to his chest and pressing his forehead against hers. "I mean like having kids with me. I know I wouldn't be the perfect father. But you, you would make such a good mother. Seeing you with the kids today, it just all made so much sense. I want this, with you-"

His heart was beating under her hands as she cut him off with a bruising kiss, grabbing the neck of his shirt and tilting his face down to her. "Aw Eds, you wanna put a baby in me?" she teased when she pulled back, hot breath brushing his lips as she blinked up at him innocently.

"Fuuuuuck don't say it like that."

[lokislastlove]

Mans Rea (Dark!Andy Barber x Reader) part 2

Summary: Your TA, Andy Barber, has you over for a private session.

Warnings: Noncon/Rape, dubcon, smut, spanking, marking, edging, a bit of humiliation and degradation.

Note: Ok this really was supposed to be a one shot but then y’all came out and read it and liked it 😭 I felt inspired to add just a bit more, so thank you for that you lovely humans, y’all are awesome! It’s probably not as good as part one, but it is what it is. 🧡 thanks for all the support, you guys are so kind.

Part 1 Here

Part 2:

Professor Ryan prattles on in his lecture, doing his best to try and make the dry lesson plan as engaging as possible, often falling short of the mark. You zone out, as you’ve found yourself doing more and more lately, the squiggly vine-like doodles spreading the length of the lined margins before the whine of the door opening draws your eye away from your notebook. You feel your chest clench, air stilling in your lungs as you watch Andy nod at the professor, holding up a stack of papers before silently taking a seat off to the side.

“Ah, excellent Andy,” your teacher pauses, cleaning his glasses with the hem of his sweater vest. “Our wonderful TA has been hard at work grading your written exams, so be sure to give him a big ‘thank you’ as you grab it on your way out the door. I think we’ll end here for the day. Have a wonderful weekend everyone.”

The classroom breaks into a cacophony of sound as people fold down the small desk tray attached to the seat and gather their stuff. The girl two girls sitting in front of you twitter together flippantly, shushing each other’s giggles as they rush to flirt with the ‘hot’ TA.

Dread has you hesitating until you realize you are one of only a handful of students left. The fear of being alone with him only marginally overpowering the concern of what he might say in front of the other students. Your mouth goes dry as you descend the last few steps from the auditorium seats and near your tormentor. Two students linger a few paces away, discussing their weekend plans, as you steal yourself and come face to face with Andy for the first time since your library indiscretion.

Your hand shakes as you reach for your paper, keeping your eyes down and lips tight. He holds the essay just out of reach until you are forced to look him in the eye. His grin widens, teeth biting his bottom lip as he takes in your naturally submissive posture. You grip the edge of the paper and try to pull but he tugs you first and you gasp as he leans in closer.

“Don’t forget to say ‘thank you’, dove,” he smirks, the paper crinkling in his tight hold.

“Thank you,” you murmur, stumbling back as he suddenly lets go.

You swallow thickly as you back away toward the door, Andy’s piercing blue gaze tracking your retreat. Your shoulder hits the doorframe painfully and you finally look away as you scurry out of the room. The large ‘A’ etched into the corner of your exam feels undeserving, the familiar red ink making your cunt clench in memory as you shove it into your bag.

That night, the terror you felt in his presence sours into a bitter resentment. Instead of celebrating a great score on a test worth half of your overall grade, you stew in silence cursing Andy for tainting your happiness. You had always prided yourself on your work ethic and dedication to your studies, but now he’s even stolen that, casting doubt on what you did to deserve that A. Did you actually do well? Or is the favorable outcome paid for by your promiscuity?

—

Hey, early bird. :)

You stare at those three words, the taste of bile on the back of your tongue. How did he get your phone number? Do you reply or just delete? Minutes tick by as you go through a pros and cons list for every option. Your finger hovers over the ‘delete’ button only to be interrupted by another incoming message.

I know you’re awake. And I can see that you’ve read my message.

You cover your mouth instinctually, looking around as though expecting him to pop out of your dorm room closet. You pull up the keypad and reply with a curt ‘what’.

Straight to business, I like it. ;) I got a new assignment here I’m gonna need your help with. I’ve got plans this afternoon but you can swing by my fraternity this evening.

You scoff and send back, “no.”

Well, I don’t mind the library but you haven’t been by for a week. I suppose I could make a stop by the Callahan building. You still on the third floor?

Your blood runs cold, stunned by the veiled threat in his words. Suddenly the ordinary sound of footsteps passing by your door have you holding your breath in trepidation. As your paranoia reaches its peak you shakily reply, “which fraternity?”

—

Your knock on the door yields no results so you take a deep breath and timidly ring the doorbell. Boisterous voices sound just on the other side of the door. The sun barely set and already the majority of Greek row are drowning themselves in booze. You bounce on your toes, looking over your shoulder as a group of girls shivering in their tiny dresses and heels rush up behind you.

“Ugh they never answer the fucking door! Hold on,” a tall blond whines as she removes her phone from her cleavage and her nails clack against the screen.

Not thirty seconds later a large man whips open the door. “Ladies!” He bellows, throwing his arms up in welcome.

You try to stand off to the side as the girls push through into the warmth of the house and you catch the door and let yourself inside.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, feeling wholly out of place as the blaring music vibrates below your feet. The group of girls disappear quickly down towards the flashing lights coming from the basement. You really don’t want to go down there. The tip of your boots straddle the edge of the top stair, as you gaze down at the sea of people grinding against each other.

Your heart rate quickens as you watch them and wish more than ever to be anywhere else, preferably alone in the quiet sanctuary of the library. But then you remember the Library is no longer safe for you, and the reason for that is exactly why you are here.

“Hey! I know you,” a drunken voice shouts up the stairwell.

You watch the tall silhouette climb the steps and you move back, panic fluttering in your stomach. The foyer light hits his face and you remember why his voice sounds familiar.

“Hard to forget an ass like that,” he snickers, licking his lips like he did that day across the library table.

“I’m looking for Andy. Can you tell him I’m here?” You insist, ignoring his lecherous grin.

“Back for more, huh? I’m sure I could help you with that,” he winks.

You scoff and cross your arms, “just tell me where he is. Please.”

He huffs and shrugs off your rejection, “upstairs, third floor.”

He turns and descends back down the steps while screaming incorrect lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody then disappears into the crowd. You shake off the awkward interaction and feel suddenly motivated to climb the stairs, at least you’ll put some distance between yourself and the party below. If only you knew the real trouble would be waiting as you reach the third floor.

You pass by several open doors on the second story, people sitting around playing drinking games or sneaking off for some privacy. A pair of girls pass by on your way to the next floor complaining loudly about how no one takes the theme for these parties seriously.

“Why do I bother making these outfits if half the people don’t even dress up?” She whines.

Her friend laughs and tosses her curly hair over her shoulder, “we look hot, who cares.”

They giggle and ignore you as you arrive on the third floor landing. They open a closed door just to the left and disappear into a room blasting EDM. Feeling hopelessly lost, and hesitant to just start testing doors, you take out your phone and text Andy, “I’m here.”

You wait near the stairs, pacing back and forth so you can peek down both long hallways. A door suddenly slams open right in front of you and the large man from the front door is standing there stark naked with a desperate look on his face. You stand there like a deer in headlights as he comes bounding toward you, huge and hard, before veering off to pound on random doors.

“CONDOM! Condom! I need a condom!” He bellows, unashamed of his nudity as people start popping their heads out to look.

There are several wolf whistles and a few jokes shouted from his fellow fraternity brothers before a deep voice cuts through the jeers.

“Nicky, here!” A whole sleeve is hurled down the hall and to your dismay he then bends down to pick it up.

Your hand slaps across your eyes too late to prevent the image of his hairy ass and balls from burning into your cornea. You press yourself to the wall as he runs back toward you and quickly shuts himself in his room.

Admittedly, you had never understood the whole trauma behind being flashed until this moment. It really isn’t a pleasant sensation to be that exposed to a stranger, especially when you aren’t expecting it. Something about the moment rattles you, vulnerability and disgust make you sway as you finally recognize the compromising position you put yourself in by coming here.

“There she is,” Andy’s voice draws you from your spiraling thoughts and you watch him walk down the hall to meet you.

The all black outfit is tight, hugging his muscles enticingly, a shift from the usual pressed button ups and slacks you normally see him in. But it’s the grey handcuffs dangling from his belt loop on his hip that really grab your attention.

He notices your concern and laughs, “don’t worry, these ones are fake. I keep the good ones in my room.”

He loops his arm around your shoulders and escorts you to the end of the hall to the large corner room. You appreciate the quiet, and the lack of musty odor as you enter the tidy space. He closes the door softly behind you and you feel his fingers trail across your shoulders, tugging at the hood of your bulky sweatshirt.

“This just won’t do,” he tuts.

You feel that familiar heat rush to your face at his disapproval, “I just came to pick up the papers Andy. I’m not looking to impress anyone.”

He hums and circles you, grabbing your chin as he stops in front of you, “you came here because I told you to.”

You scowl back at him, your jaw aching as he tightens his grip. He releases you and walks back to the door with a huff.

“Kyle!” He pauses until he hears a response, “bring me the box of leftovers!”

You stand there confused as he leaves the door open and circles you, sizing you up. He tilts his head as he considers you and reaches for the hem of your sweatshirt. He tugs it up and it catches on your arm as you try to pull it back down and smack his hand away harshly. A deep inhale through his nose is the only warning you get before he is suddenly in your face, his chest pressed to yours.

“Hit me again, and see what happens,” he growls threateningly.

You stare at him, blinking dumbly and at a complete loss for words when someone busts into the room carrying a beaten up cardboard box. Andy steps past you and retrieves the box before closing you in once again.

He tosses the box on the desk and begins silently undressing you. You flinch at his rough treatment but otherwise put up little fight. He rifles through the mystery box and pulls out something sparkly. Your brow furrows when he tosses a small bundle of fabric at you and barks a simple, “put it on.”

You obediently tug the tight dress over your head and adjust the thin straps as best you can, trying to hide your bulky bra.

“Take off the bra,” he orders.

You reluctantly slip off the straps and pull it out from under the dress, feeling completely ridiculous. You suppress the desire to ask where the clothes came from, but based on the name of the box you could probably make a guess. The sequined top hugs your chest tightly and the skirt flairs out, the short hem tickling the tops of your thighs. How do people wear this as a dress, you feel like your ass is completely on display, but, come to think of it, that’s probably the point.

“This is supposed to get people to take me seriously?” You mutter as you look down at yourself.

“No. This is just for me,” he smirks as he nears you.

You back up and hit the door, “wait, wait, please. I’ll do the grading, ok? But please don’t… just don’t,” you whimper, quivering under his hungry gaze.

“I can get anyone to do that,” he returns flippantly.

“Then why? Why are you doing this?” You plead.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. I was there remember? It was my cock you used to get yourself off in the middle of the library, while my buddies watched,” he drags his fingertips up your arms, pleased with the goosebumps left behind. “I felt that tight pussy come all over my lap like a good little slut. I know exactly what you need, but I’m starting to think you still don’t.”

You gasp at his vulgarity, hot tears pricking your eyes as it sends an unwanted spark between your legs. You close your eyes as he tickles along the low neckline before squeezing your chest firmly. He hums at the shaky breath you let out. His touch, a tantalizing mixture of gentle but firm. His confidence, that dominant aura that makes you weak and you can’t help the muffled moan that escapes as he tweaks your nipples through the rough fabric.

“That’s right,” he whispers. “I’m exactly what you need. In fact you should be thanking me.”

He pulls back and his hand grips the back of your neck, urging you to your knees. You let out a sob and try to push him away, but he grabs your wrists and pins them to the door above your head. He places a foot on either side of your knees, keeping you completely immobile while he unzips his pants with one hand.

You close your eyes, tears cooling your cheeks as you listen to the fabric rustle. Something soft and warm pokes at your quivering lips and you yield to his unspoken demand. He groans as he ventures deep into your hot mouth, your cheeks aching due to his above average girth. He feels even bigger than you remember as he starts gliding his shaft over your tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” he sighs, tapping the back of your throat and listening to you choke. “I could listen to that all day.”

You struggle to breath as he becomes more eager, interrupting your gasps with his quick thrusts. You feel him grow harder and harder as he fucks your face without relent, head thumping loudly against the door at your back.

You pull against his hold on your arms as you feel your sight start to blur, your chest tight with lack of oxygen. Just as you feel as you are about to collapse an insistent knock has Andy cursing and pulling back enough for you to take a big gulp of air.

“What?” Andy barks, slapping his hand over your mouth.

“Hey, sorry man, but Laurie is here and she’s looking for you,” a hurried voice mutters against the door.

“Fuck,” he growls, running his hand through his hair. “Ok, wait right there,” he orders to his friend.

He tucks himself back into his pants, pinning his erection as best he can into the elastic of his briefs. He grabs you by the hair and pulls you to your feet. He wipes your face, clearing away the tears and fixing your dress before yanking the door open and shoving you out of the room. Tripping over your own feet you stumble into the awaiting arms of the other goon from the library.

“Ethan is going to take you to the party, don’t try anything stupid and I might reward you later,” Andy warns, dragging his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

Ethan’s hold tightens on your upper arm as Andy turns to him, “put her in the cage if she steps out of line. I won’t be long.”

“Cage?” You fret and Ethan shushes you, pulling you along.

As you reach the end of the hall you hear a feminine voice calling up the stairs, “Andy?”

“I’m here, hun! Come on up,” Andy returns and you look over your shoulder to see him raise a finger to his lips in warning, his eyes full of dark promises should you disobey.

A petite girl with alabaster skin and dark brown hair smiles politely as she passes you at the top of the stairs. The urge to say something is there but so is the fear of Andy’s wrath. Ethan pulls you along and you stay quiet until you reach the main floor.

“He has a girlfriend?” you ask quietly.

“Why? Jealous?” He snorts, pushing you toward the basement stairs. “Come on, let’s go dance. You can bounce that ass on me just like you did with him in the library.”

Your heart races as you eye the front door and try to push past him. He catches you and pulls you back against his chest, “cage it is then.”

The strobe and laser light machine make you squint as the bass vibrates your entire body, hammering your ears painfully. If anyone could hear your protests you doubt they were sober enough to do anything. Half naked girls grind against sweaty young men, some forsaking all sense of modesty as they fondle each other against the walls. A raised DJ booth sits on one end of the room while the other is lined with shoddily-built “jail”s.

Large rough structures clearly made by a few members of the house who fancy themselves a future handy man. A few individual ‘cell’s house girls dancing provocatively while greedy hands reach for them through the bars. With a slam and a click you find yourself alone in the tight space, watching the girl next to you gyrate her hips to the music, holding the bars so she could flip her hair around.

“Come on! Get it girl!” She yells at you, shaking her ass at you in some bizarre form of motivation.

You glance back at Ethan, standing with his arms crossed, taking his assignment a bit too seriously. He nods expectantly and you shut your eyes bouncing awkwardly off beat. Ethan leans in, and yells loud enough for you to hear, “gotta do better than that or I’ll tell Andy you tried to run.”

You gulp and try to loosen up, shutting out everything except the music. You face the wall, not wanting to see if anyone is watching and reach out to hold the bars as you dip low and rotate your hips. After a few songs it gets easier, visualizing you are alone in your room. Eventually the girl next to you leaves, yet you still refuse to look behind you.

Something brushes against your thigh and you freeze, shimmying away as your hem gets caught in someone’s fist. They tug hard, pulling you closer and you resist, trying to catch the fabric along your chest before it slips down too far.

You bat away the hand as you squint through the darkness and see a flash of a familiar bearded jawline. Andy flicks open the latch and stands there stoically, waiting for you to step down. Your knees wobble, partially from all the dancing but mostly due to the stern expression that greets you. He looks pissed and you wonder why. He gestures back toward the stairs and you solemnly march back up to his room, a growing dread filling you as you finally step foot inside and the door clicks shut.

Biting your tongue, you suppress the questions and the outrage you feel, too far gone to fight back now. It seems as though he really can get away with anything. His power is what scares you, but it’s also what has you submitting so easily.

“Now where were we?” He coos, his warm hands sliding up your arms to grip your shoulders.

You shiver as he pulls down the straps and slowly glides his hands down to fondle your breasts. He squeezes firmly, holding them and jiggling them in his palm. He plays with you and you feel him grow hard against your back. The mixture of his soft lips and scratchy beard along your neck as he kisses you gently has you sagging against him, not necessarily relaxed, but relief that he doesn’t seem angry.

Just like the cage, you find yourself getting lost in the sensation, separating yourself from reality as you unconsciously wiggle your hips. The feel of your ass against his length has him growling and nipping at your collarbone. His hand flies up to hold your neck as he walks you forward and bends you over his desk.

“Stay,” he orders as he leans up, dragging his nails down your back.

He flips up the hem of your dress and hooks his fingers under your panties. His fingers dig into your skin once again as he slowly rakes them over your ass and down the back of your legs until your underwear hangs from your ankles. You can feel the scratch marks along your skin as he then smooths his palms back up over your heated skin. Every touch is deliberate, a yin and yang of pain and pleasure.

“Look at you, I’ve only just got your panties off and you are already dripping,” he says as he drags a finger through your folds.

The sound of him sucking on his finger followed by the lewd pop of its release has you clenching as he hums in delight. You struggle to stay still, hips twisting wantonly in search of friction.

“Such a shame I can’t reward you like I wanted to. You had been doing so well, but you just had to try and run.”

You gasp at his words, chest tightening in fear, “Andy, I-“ but your defense is cut short by a sharp slap. Your ass stings as tears blur your eyes, your hands clinging to the rounded edge of the desk.

“Do you know how hard it was to sit there and listen to her prattle on about the damn charity benefit she wants me to go to this weekend? All I could think about was how cute you look with my cock stuffed down your throat.”

You whimper as he scratches over the swell of your ass, the rough treatment making it extra sensitive, which somehow adds to the dampness between your thighs. Trembling in anticipation you wait as his fingers trail between your cheeks and poke at your hot, wet entrance. He presses in, barely getting half a finger inside before pulling back out, making you groan in disappointment. What is wrong with you? Why do you feel like you want this?

“I had been looking forward to feeling your cunt on my tongue, watching you unravel, crying out desperately, screaming my name.”

He spreads your ass, the delicate skin stretching to the point of discomfort and with a grunt he buries himself inside you. You welcome him easier than last time, your body practically buzzing with arousal as he fills you completely. Your brain is fuzzy, no thoughts other than the pleasure that lights your skin, a burning need for more.

“Oh god,” you cry, circling your hips to find that perfect spot.

Another harsh slap to the back of your thigh has you biting the edge of the desk, grounding you as you fight the overwhelming urge to move.

“That’s your second warning. I was lenient in the library, but now you have to mind the rules,” he lectures calmly, your walls clenching at his serious tone. “We’ll start easy… First you say ‘thank you’ when I use you. And second, you don’t cum unless I tell you to. Understand?”

You cry but nod slowly.

“Good girl,” he praises and draws his hips back, cock dragging against your walls agonizingly slow.

He sets a steady pace, slow but forceful as his breaths get heavier, punctuated with pleasured moans. His grip settles on your hips and his thrusts get harder. Your climax builds, though you focus on keeping still and holding off, but the harder you try to resist the faster it seems to grow.

“Please, I can’t…” you beg, reminiscent of the last time he had you like this.

“Are you close?” He asks huskily.

You nod your head rapidly, your whole abdomen clenching as you try to stop from falling over that enticing ledge. In that moment he speeds up, frantically rutting into your core as you cling to the desk, body sliding back and forth as he chases his own release.

A moment of clarity through the euphoric haze has you wondering why you are holding it in to please this man who is clearly taking advantage of you. You decide to let go, your orgasm growing until you are about to explode. You’ll deal with the repercussions later, for now you need that liberation.

“Fuck,” Andy bellows suddenly, pulling out of you and coming with labored groans, his hot seed spilling up your back.

A pathetic whine escapes as you morn the loss of your quickly dissipating orgasm. You sob into the desk, the aching need in your core souring as you realize he did it on purpose, his cruel laughter echoing through the room.

“Shouldn’t have tried to run, dove,” he pants, wiping his sticky hands on your ass. “You’re in for a long night.”

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