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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 1 year ago

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Get to Know the Unknowable!!

14 DEC 2023 Lest I ever forget this momentous day

Hey so I found a list of weird unambiguous questions so we're doing a get-to-know-the-blogger thing for shits and giggles, which I guess I'll link in my masterlist or something.

Gonna include some blog-driven questions first and then just delve straight into what-the-actual-fuck territory.

Here we goooooooooooo

Fandoms?

One Piece Live Action is the only one I'm actively writing right now, largely for my own sanity. Fandoms I also write for include One Piece anime/manga (of course, though I'm painfully behind), Death Note, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Seven Deadly Sins anime, Durarara!, Chrono Trigger/Chrono Cross, and maybe some others I might remember and add later or something. Feel free to make a random ask request for literally anything listed, there's a chance I might end up responding to it. But OPLA is my hyperfixation at the moment, with a little spice added here and there from manga. I make my own canon, don't like it then sail on.

Genres?

Oh fuck me up, I will write any genre. My original work is primarily horror, sometimes with a touch or fantasy or science fiction, almost always with a splash of crime. Fanfiction often revolves around romance, but if you want something niche, DEAR GODS TELL ME I WANT TO PARTAKE especially if it's horror please ask me to write horror

Reply time to ask requests?

My life is very chaotic right now, and thus therefore also is my reply time. Do not get disheartened if I write a few headcanons and/or a one-shot or two before I get to your request. Writing is very much a coping mechanism for me, so I write what I feel. That does NOT mean I'm not interested in your request, it just means that I want to make sure I'm in the right mindset to do it justice because I love you people and the fact that you like the shit I'm shoveling makes me so unreasonably happy.

Are you really an ageless unknowable horror?

Yes. We get into fandoms, too. Eternity gets fucking boring okay don't judge. Especially when your bff has been napping for LITERAL CENTURIES WOULD YOU WAKE UP ALREADY YOU TENTACLED DIPSHIT I'M STARTING TO RELATE TO THESE MORTALS AND IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE

What is the most ridiculous nightmare you have ever had?

Actually I wrote a whole ass horror story about it, which I might share here someday. So there was this epidemic of huge windstorms one night that knocked out the power in a handful of small towns around the world. Then the next day there were these weird little black rocks, oval shaped, about an two inches long and one inch wide. Smooth like river rocks with a white line running through them, just scattered around the towns here and there. Not super noticeable, not tons of them, but just enough that they looked out of place. If one came in contact with your skin, e.g. you picked one up or kicked one up into your shoe, you'd get this weird little pinprick of pain just behind your left shoulder. Three nights later, at precisely 2:43 in the morning (nonidea why, but it was 2:43, Inwill never forget that), you hear footsteps. Quick footsteps, small footsteps, coming toward wherever you happen to be, and then you're asleep. Then you wake up the next missing a limb or an organ, no signs of any injury or surgery or anything, just like it was never there to begin with (and obviously if itbwas a major organ then you never woke up again at all). There was a lot more detail, the dream was like living in some weird sci-fi horror movie, and it was so vivid that when I woke up from it I literally sat up and jerked away all my covers to make sure I still had all my limbs.

Tell us an embarrassing story.

Seventh grade. Close to the end of the school year. Was reading a book (I think it was The Shining), had one of my ankles crossed over my other knee, didn't realize I was somehow pinching a nerve. Had to stand up at end of class period, and one of my legs had gone completely numb. I stood, took one step, went down like a sack of bricks. The group of boys who used to bully me were all in the class and spent at least a month mocking the spectacle. Still think about that sometimes.

Explain an inside joke you have with a friend or family member.

Any time hubs and I go out together for any reason, one of us inevitably does Rick Sanchez voice "And awwwAAAAAyyy we gooo" before we leave the driveway. No idea how this started. No idea when it will end. I have a feeling we'll still be doing this into our 80s with no idea why.

Tell me your life story in exactly one sentence.

"Oh no, not again."

What is the strangest coincidence that ever happened to you?

Went to the beach when I was seventeen. Was sitting out on the boardwalk playing guitar by myself because toxic family members were doing nothing but argue and fight in our hotel room, I literally just walked out and no one noticed for hours. Was super peaceful. Got into a conversation with two strangers who had just met each other as well and were hanging out, two kind elderly men. As we were talking, I found out that one of them was from my very small hometown in New York and had moved to the beach recently; and the other was from the very small town I lived in at that present time in South Carolina, and had recently moved to the beach. Both of them had moved there at around the same time. I still think about that a lot.

What is your favorite random fact?

Pineapple eats you while you eat it.

What is your useless talent?

I can bend the top joint of all of my fingers without bending the second joint, a la Sith Force Lightning. Arguably it makes me better at music, but I've never had to bend my fingers like that playing guitar, so I disagree.

What is the strangest food combination you enjoy?

I literally have no idea. I'm a tremendous foodie and "strange" is relative when you're willing to eat literally anything put in front of you at least one time just to experience it.

What would you name your heavy metal band?

Plastic Peanutbutter

If you could choose one superpower, what would it be?

Invisibility, so people would like just leave me alone seriously I'm antisocial as shit just give me peace and quiet (not internet people, you guys are cool af)

What is your strangest irrational fear?

Gamma Ray Bursts. Do yourself a favor amd don't Google it. I spent literally two years of middle school fucking petrified of that shit. It still gets under my skin if I think about it too long now.

Describe your most eccentric family member.

It me! 😁 or maybe my niece, but she's basically my personality twin so either way.

Have you ever met a celebrity? Which celebrity would you like to meet?

Nope. But I really would love to have coffee with Stephen King and just talk about life. His On Writing memoir changed everything I thought about writing, taught me that imposter syndrome was a thing, and that even the most talented and successful artists have it. Really I just want to thank him.

What is the craziest thing you ever did on a dare?

Got a tattoo. It's a skeleton key, on the outer side of my right thigh. I have another, but I got that one on a dare. Basically just because why not, and I literally forget it's there sometimes and sort of jump when I notice it.

What is the grossest thing you would do for $100?

Probably eat something super weird. Will literally try anything once, food-wise. In fact I'll usually try it twice, just to be sure.

What songs are on the soundtrack to your life?

Don't ask me that, we'll be here all goddamned year. A few right off hand though are "Doesn't Remind Me" by Audioslave, "This Train Don't Stop There Anymore" by Elton John, "What it's Like" by Everlast, "Gone Away" by The Offspring, and "Vienna" by Billy Joel. I'm also unreasonably hyperfixated on The Fratellis right now because I suddenly remembered they existed a few months ago after more than ten years not hearing them at all and now I know almost their entire discography by heart. They're my feel-good band right now and pretty much all I'm listening to. Yes, there definitely is something wrong with me.

What actor would you choose to play you in your biopic?

Samuel L. Jackson. My life requires hefty use of the word "motherfucker." He might need a wig or two but I think he can handle it.

What is your go-to karaoke song?

I've never karaoked, but probably something from Chris Cornell, Ella Fitzgerald, Jewel, or Fleetwood Mac. Or "American Pie" by Don McLean.

If you were a superhero, who would be your archnemesis?

Probably myself rofl kinda don't like me very much

Create and describe an undercover alias.

Fancy black bowler hat, and a pair of those joke glasses with an attached giant nose and mustache. But like, be completely and totally serious about it, to the point that people are afraid to question you.

What is your most random impulse buy?

Death Note manga, complete box set. I was seventeen. I had money. Many years later and I do not regret it at all and it sits very close to my bedside.

What did you do as a teenager that makes you cringe now?

Let bullying bother me.

What would your warning label say?

"CONTENTS HIGHLY UNSTABLE, DO NOT TOUCH MIGHT TAKE OVER THE KNOWN UNIVERSE ON CONTACT or possibly cry hard to tell"

What is your guilty pleasure?

I don't think I have one. If it brings you happiness, don't waste your time being guilty about it. Just enjoy it and kick anyone who makes fun of you for it directly in the shin-bone. Actually don't do that just ignore them I'm not into violence.

What emoji do you use most often?

Combination of 🙄😒 to signify eyerolling.

Does your family practice any unusual practices?

Does emotional unavailability count asking for a friend

A genie grants you the ability to have infinite amounts of one item. What is it?

Guitar strings. Please. Dear sweet fuck PLEASE

What is your favorite joke?

A big moron and a little moron sit on a bridge. Which one falls off?

The big moron. Because the other one was a little more on.

Aaaaaahahaha

What is the best Halloween costume you ever wore?

Pirate. Always. I have so many clothes tucked in my closet and jewelry hidden away that are strictly there for the sole purpose of putting together an impromptu pirate costume it's honestly kind of sad honestly

What is the most awkward situation you ever found yourself in?

My very very religious mother-in-law noticing that I have a tattoo on my forearm...after SEVEN YEARS. Awkward af, but it was also hilarious.

What is the most ridiculous thing you believed as a child?

My older brother once told me when I was very young that vehicles move by rolling over and over end to end so fast that you don't know it's happening, and crashes happen when they hit a rock or a crack in the road the wrong way. I spent TWO YEARS secretly terrified of getting in a car before finally asking my mom about it and she just sort of sighed and said "oh god please stop listening to your brother"

What is the most outrageous lie you told a child?

I don't know Santa or something? I've got a ton of nieces and nephews. I try not to lie to kids, apart from letting them think magic exists for as long as possible, because everyone deserves to believe that.

What is the dumbest way you injured yourself?

Broke my pinky toe, because my dog got under my foot and I didn't want to step on her paw by accident so I jerked the wrong way

How do you waste time most often?

Probably napping. But given I have trouble sleeping at night that's sorta necessary or something I guess.

#yo demons its ya gurl #personal questions #get to know me #or something #idfk I'm unknowable

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apocalypticavolition · 1 year ago

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Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 51: Against the Shadow

Spoiler alert: We've got spoilers here, all the way to the end of the Wheel of Time series. If you don't want everything in the books to be spoiled, run away!

Our chapter begins with the heron-marked sword icon, a reference to Rand's becoming a real fighter at last and how he turns his sword into a blade of light.

When he turned, Aginor was there, just reaching the crest. The Forsaken topped the hill without any difficulty, walking up the steep slope as if it were level ground.

There's some interesting semi-bookends here with Rand having started the series having to fight against terrain like everyone else except the Forsaken and ending the series being the guy who walks easily anywhere while flowers blossom around him.

Why should I share power with you? Why should I bend knee to you? I, who faced Lews Therin Telamon in the Hall of the Servants itself. I, who threw my might against the Lord of the Morning and met him stroke for stroke. I think not.

Does the BWB go into more detail about this? Aginor is mostly taken to be a guy who thrived with his evil science experiments and is mostly useless otherwise, but having the equivalent of the Yoda v. Palpatine fight in the Senate suggests he once had some real glory days. (Also Rand really doesn't like it that Aginor won't respect his firm denial of everything).

A glowing rope ran off from Aginor, behind him, white like sunlight seen through the purest cloud, heavier than a blacksmith’s arm, lighter than air, connecting the Forsaken to something distant beyond knowing, something within the touch of Rand’s hand. The rope pulsed, and with every throb Aginor grew stronger, more fully fleshed, a man as tall and strong as himself, a man harder than the Warder, more deadly than the Blight. Yet beside that shining cord, the Forsaken seemed almost not to exist. The cord was all. It hummed. It sang.

I kind of feel like Jordan's original intent was for male channelers in general to seem to have cords connecting them to the Source and that this was mostly discarded later, except for giving Rand a way to force Asmodean to his side. They just don't show up a lot - and this one is extra weird because it's Aginor drawing on the Eye instead of taking the Dark One's filter.

Warmth built in Rand, the warmth of the sun, the radiance of the sun, bursting, the awful radiance of light, of the Light. Away! "Mine!" Flame shot from Aginor's mouth, broke through his eyes like spears of fire, and he screamed. Away! And Rand was no longer on the hilltop. He quivered with the Light that suffused him. His mind would not work; light and heat blinded it. The Light. In the midst of the void, the Light blinded his mind, stunned him with awe.

Rand's not just channeling the Power but a hell of a lot of beginner's luck. It's rather funny that both major instances of good guys using Traveling for the first time are complete accidents.

Also bye bye Aginor. See you when you're reborn.

From the clear sky lightning came, each bolt crisp and sharp, searing his eyes, each bolt striking a winged black shape. Hunting cries became shrieks of death, and charred forms fell to leave the sky clean again. The heat. The terrible heat of the Light.

There's some confusion as to how Jordan's duality reconciles with the fact that the good guys are entirely on the side of the Light and I feel like this aspect was meant to foreshadow how he might have clarified it better if he'd gotten to write the Last Battle: If the Light were ever to actually try to push forward in full the way the Shadow does, the results would be exactly like Rand's occasional Trinity moments, except not being held back by his limitations.

IT IS NOT HERE. It was not Rand’s thought, making his skull vibrate. I WILL TAKE NO PART. ONLY THE CHOSEN ONE CAN DO WHAT MUST BE DONE, IF HE WILL.

The other part of it is that as the Shadow and Light are opposites, where the Dark One is constantly trying to push his way into where he doesn't belong, the Creator can almost never be arsed to show up and even when he does it's only to say "Not helping", so the Light never does overwhelm everything the way the Shadow would like to. One character speculates that the Creator just up and left this world behind to go make new ones and honestly I would not be remotely surprised - and without the Dark One, they probably all suck.

Darkness surrounded him, the utter blackness of total nothing. The steps were still there, hanging in the black, under his feet and ahead. When he looked back, those behind were gone, faded away to nothing, into the nothingness around him. But the cord was yet there, stretching behind him, the glowing line dwindling and vanishing into the distance. It was not so thick as before, but it still pulsed, pumping strength into him, pumping life, filling him with the Light. He climbed.

Not gonna lie, I always lose the plot around this point. Rand's jumped physically into T'A'R, maybe? It sure as fuck isn't the skimming space (though the idea of the gholam eventually slamming into these steps and then falling down them forever is funny).

Ba’alzamon had a cord, too, he saw. A black cord, thicker by far than his own, so wide it should have dwarfed the human body, yet dwarfed by Ba’alzamon, instead. Each pulse along that black vein ate light.

*mutters something about Freud and moves on*

Ba’alzamon’s eyes roared like two furnaces. His lips did not move, but Rand thought he heard a curse screamed at Aginor. Then the fires died, and that ordinary human face smiled at him in a way that chilled even through the warmth of the Light.

I deeply appreciate how terrible Ishamael is at actually keeping his cool. He talks one of the biggest games in the series yet every time he encounters even the smallest of setbacks he's about ready to flip out.

He knows it all. He could have done. It could be the way he says. The Light warmed the void. Doubt cried out and was stilled, till only the seed remained.

Of course, Rand's not doing much better at this point. I doubt very much that Ishamael planned half as much as he claimed to, some of these things are probably just lucky accidents that his Darkfriend spies (who are everywhere) managed to keep him up to date about, like the Aiel survivor talking to the Tuatha'an. After all, Jain Farstrider dies clean and the only other Shadow-related stuff he's associated with is through different compulsions.

But I would rather have you kneel to me alive than dead. A single fist of Trollocs sent to your village when I could have sent a thousand. One Darkfriend to face you where a hundred could come on you asleep. And you, fool, you don’t even know them all, neither those ahead, nor those behind, nor those by your side.

And this stuff is definitely half lies. The Trolloc numbers were limited because trying to move overwhelming masses of them through the Ways would likely have ended in disaster for them. The Darkfriends couldn't all swoop down on Rand because the regular populace is super on edge and would definitely have recognized a cult uprising if they saw one. There are also no Darkfriends at Rand's side - the party is good through and through.

On the other hand, Rand doesn't know all the Darkfriends behind him (Ingtar) nor ahead (too many to list). Then again, the latter is self-evident so...

“The Lord of the Grave is stronger than he once was, my son,” she said. “His reach is longer. The Father of Lies has a honeyed tongue for unwary souls. My son. My only, darling son. I would spare you if I could, but he is my master, now, his whim, the law of my existence. I can but obey him, and grovel for his favor. Only you can free me. Please, my son. Please help me. Help me. Help me! PLEASE!”

This is the downside of using the World of Dreams to psychologically torment your enemies - the dreams operate on the expected narrative logic of all concerned, so if you don't use the right kind of trap, when it takes on a life of it own it might not be a trap at all!

Ba’alzamon screamed as the sword fell, screamed till the stone walls trembled, and the endless howl redoubled as the blade of Light severed the cord. The cut ends rebounded apart as if they had been under tension. The end stretching into the nothingness outside began to shrivel as it sprang away; the other whipped back into Ba’alzamon, hurling him against the fireplace.

People have pointed out that Ba'alzamon's cord cutting doesn't seem to be anywhere near as big a deal as Asmodean's, but I think that's because Ish just went right back to Shayol Ghul after this and swore himself back to the Dark One to get a replacement cord. Probably got punished for it, but nowhere near as badly as Asmodean would have if he'd ever shown his face again.

Light lanced from the blade, coruscating in a shower of fiery sparks like droplets of molten, white metal. Wailing, Ba’alzamon threw up his arms in a vain effort to shield himself. Flames shrieked in his eyes, joining with other flames as the stone ignited, the stone of the cracking walls, the stone of the pitching floor, the stone showering from the ceiling.

More bookends here, with magic blades proving to be Ishamael's downfall. Note that Rand using one as a conventional weapon absolutely fails to win the war, only the battle. Also note that Rand's using it like a magic wand and that at no point does the blade physically stab into Ishamael's heart. Dude is withering, but he absolutely does not die nor incur a mortal wound before Rand is gone.

Anyway, next time: even more book ends when I finish the book, because I sure as fuck am not doing separate posts for chapters 52 and 53.

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #aginor #ishamael

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adrianastrix · 21 days ago

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I love the subtle ways Van Helsing's law background show up during the novel, because it shows that Stoker had the same levels of "I'll obsess at every minutia of the logistics of this vampire hunt because this is fun" that I usually have in writing, and it's weirdly validating to see that you share something with a great writer.

It also ties down in one of my favourite past times when conceptualizing Bram & Vlad: speculating about that "beta" cast of characters present on Stoker's notes, what remains of the ones that were cut, and what it says about the ones added later.

According to those notes, in earlier forms of the manuscript, there was no Van Helsing, but there were three different characters that disappeared: a German professor (Max Windshoeffel), a detective (Cotford) and a paranormal investigator (Albert Singleton, a "psychical research agent", in the notes). I suspect that Stoker dispersed their roles among the other characters and gave the professor what wouldn't fit anywhere else, and that he did it when he started to consider the logistics of a theater adaptation (let's not forget how Dracula's detailed description miiiight be a nudge into getting Sir Irwin to play him on stage).

Since film adaptations usually cut the cast of hunters even more, it was the right call. It created a character that impacts the plot in a major way and remains relevant through most of the book, instead of three that only shine in small parts: the professor would only be relevant in the fight to save Lucy, and maaaaybe in dispensing obscure vampire folklore when needed, the psychic researcher would be relevant in the field work of freeing Lucy of vampirism and in hypnotizing Mina, and the detective would be mostly relevant in that franctic pursuit of Dracula, plus those bits of documental investigation and any law troubles that could arise.

Now, I have seen people assuming that Van Helsing is simply a composite character of those three, and that's why his behavior changes drastically here and there, but I beg to differ. Like I said, you can see residues of the roles of the detective in most of the crew, and more specially on the Harker couple, once they join the frey. Then, whatever seemed to be legal knowledge too advanced for a young solicitor and his enthusiastic geeky wife went to the resident smart guy, the professor. One has to wonder if Van Helsing jarring "compliment" of Mina having a "man's brain" isn't an inside joke pointing to the fact that most of her role used to be attributed to a man (and kudos to Stoker for not hesitating in giving her the deductive powers of the detective, instead of any of the others).

The "psychical research agent" seems to have blended mostly into Van Helsing, but here I think that Quincey (and in some parts, Arthur) also absorbed the action parts of this role, leaving to Van Helsing the brain part, the leadership part and a bit on the final act (that I won't spoil x3). And, amusingly enough, as a result of that, I really think that part of the professor's role went to Seward. You see, Van Helsing is a full blown scientist with research papers on the brain matter and all. And he is the one lamenting the faults of modern science in the face of Seward's reasonable skepticism. I wonder if that wasn't going to be the main dynamics between the original professor and the paranormal investigator until the latter was vindicated, and that's why the suspicion of vampire activity doesn't reach Seward (who used to be Lucy's fiancé, btw, no wonder he was so devastated by Lucy's death, much more than her actual fiancé): his mentor, the professor, is the one shutting down the paranormal researcher's conclusions, to the detriment of Lucy's health.

While I think it makes that misunderstanding part work better narratively in this light, I do like the final solution of a scientist being open-minded to the paranormal stuff, adding to the themes of science and progress steam-rolling Dracula's imperialist/colonialist overlord brain, even if it comes at the cost of this scientist being a bit too coy to suggest to a psychiatrist that penny dreadful monsters were involved on a real life matter.

(Bonus pondering: note how Renfield's mania sometimes fall into religious ramble out of nowhere, then it comes back to a very naturalistic/materialistic form in the eating of bugs - could it be a symptom of him originally being an academic that went mad, since he is familiar with Van Helsing's work, and then was fused to the "silent nun" character?)

My main motivation in this speculation was to use it in Bram & Vlad's version of how things in Dracula played out, but I also do that because I think is fun. We will never really have a definitive answer (and that's fine!), but this is still the sort of thing that tickles my creativity centers something fierce.

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

October 17th

Everything is pretty well fixed now, I think, to welcome the Count on his return from his tour.

This is giving “If you think it’s funny to call my wife’s blood a ‘refreshment’ I’m about to be hilarious” and I love this for him

Godalming told the shippers that he fancied that the box sent aboard might contain something stolen from a friend of his, and got a half consent that he might open it at his own risk. The owner gave him a paper telling the Captain to give him every facility in doing whatever he chose on board the ship, and also a similar authorisation to his agent at Varna. We have seen the agent, who was much impressed with Godalming's kindly manner to him, and we are all satisfied that whatever he can do to aid our wishes will be done.

Ah yes, Arthur’s superpowers:

Being universally liked

Being an English lord

The Professor says that if we can so treat the Count's body, it will soon after fall into dust. In such case there would be no evidence against us, in case any suspicion of murder were aroused.

I appreciate Van Helsing’s commitment to not getting the gang arrested.

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#dracula #dracula daily #bram stoker's notes for dracula #van helsing #dr seward #renfield #mina harker #lucy westenra #vampires #bram and vlad #I still have the draft for the Bram and Vlad booklet detailing Bram's crashing into the Vampire Society's Ball #Bram has to come up with a pseudonym on the spot and his brain goes DIRECTLY to “Max Windshoeffel”#Vlad mocks him for it and a comic strip flashback reveals that this was also how OG Van Helsing came up with it when contacting Stoker #now WHY OG Van Helsing had this super specific German surname at the tip of his tongue to offer as a pseudonym is anyone's (funny) guess

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askfallenroyalty · 2 years ago

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How do you draw tears and eyes? Those two are some of the two biggest traits in your art style that are so appealing imo, and I'd love to see how you draw said traits!

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Okay so, first thing regarding eyes and how to draw them is understanding that when you take some thing in reality to distort it into linework, you have to understand what you're stylization. You can't draw a cow if you've never seen one, yeah? You can't draw an eye without understand the anatomy and reality of what an eye is first.

This isn't to say you HAVE to understand every nuance and science of the eye to depict it lmao. It just means you have to at least be aware of how the muscles shape the face

I mentioned in a previous post where I linked an article discussing Scott Mcloud's book: Making Comics where in he discusses how faces convey emotion.

Scott made 3 books on the subject and if you ever want to make serialized art, please read them they're like a text book for comic artists. It's actually told through comics to teach comics! So it makes it a lot of fun to read. Brilliant work. It gave me so many fundamentals I wouldn't be half the artist i am if I hadn't read them.

So while, yeah, the way i do tears is reminiscent of studio ghibli

I actually didn't really grow up on Studio Ghibli that much. I watched Spirited Away at age 13, Howls Moving Castle and Kiki's delivery service like, aged 16/17 or so. So maybe that DOES count??? lol. I might of subconsciously took note of how the tears work in those films, it must have left a big impact on me.

But when I draw tears, despite keeping to the above style, mentally I'm thinking of old cartoons like the Flecher brothers or something, where tears are these HUGE, big symbols that take up so much room of the camera close up because IRL tears are subtle and that wouldn't fly with black white fuzzy drawings.

Which still became a tradition and useful tool for cartoons cartoons even in later decades. The additional "blue" of the water is to make the tears more visible, since the cell shading is very flat and often uses a more pure white. (blue picked cause oceans reflects the blue sky)

Personally I had a big kick on Bugs Bunny late in highschool, so thats very likely something that colored my stylization lmao. Um, after that i SUPER into Wander Over Yonder? Craig McCracken's shapely and flowy artwork left a MAJOR impact on me even if my art is more detailed and anime like.

As for the stylization of the eyes themselves, I'm pretty certain it comes from how Winry Rockbell's eyes were drawn. Mainly in early manga and 2003 anime (though I do like 09/bro more. 03 made some choices. but i'm not here to start a flame war)

Thats why i give the eyes a more vertical leaning to them, are so big, and have the upper darkness. I just think its neat! I've seen some artists online (though none in particular come to mind) that use the eye shine as pupil which I REALLY like, along with the secondary color to make them really pop. I'll switch to a more traditionally eye shine on certain characters or when necessary (like to emphasize looking in another direction).

I've just kinda simplified the process to pump out so much art for the comic, ideally I'd put more detail to the eyes (ala Anya's overly detailed eyes LMAO) but like, not realistic for a single person team and to keep things consistent. I've kind of learned the importance of keeping things simple lmao. plus, overly detailed work just ain't my thing -w-;

#ooc #art talk

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ravenwitch45 · 2 years ago

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Winx S4 Rewatch Rambles Continued

Is what it says so let's get into it

First part of this post:

The MLM version of this frame from last time

I'm joking, I don't ship Nabu and Riven but I found this funny so why not?

Oh Sybylla is so pretty... Now that I think about all the major fairies are. Hmm... anyway I specifically really her hair and wings, her dress also ain't half bad either. Shame she don't do much.

Okay where the fuck has this tower been hiding? Cause Tir Nan Og has a mechanism to hide itself but to my knowledge this does not so... Did the wizards hide it in space after sealing Aurora away, or did it not exist and Aurora just created it after being freed? If it's the former then wouldn't people have seen it? and if it's the latter Aurora is pretty protective of a hunk of Ice she can make seemingly easily,

All that said it is a gorgeous location lowkey surprised Icy hasn't attempted to steal it and have a frosty joyride through the universe, wouldn't that be something?

Roxy having an incredibly cool spell that almost puts the Winx's to shame. Good lord Roxy you got robbed...

Ah Aurora, I... have mixed feelings on you. Her wings are cool and I like the hood but girl your outfit needs to be a little bit more... more. You are the Fairy of the North put on an actual coat for god sake. Or like a parka dress, i don't know just something but no. She has the same problems as Lovix, furs a nice touch but shows way too much skin for me to take her seriously. Still like her though.

Now Nebula, I've warmed up to her over the years, Her wings are nice albeit a bit samey with the other earth fairies, then again she is their general so I guess that makes sense. I like her hair and her outfit is just the right color for me to like, that said I feel like a general would wear actual armor when fighting, but she looks good anyway.

Bloom using Ice magic? Icy feels a disturbance in the force.

This look Morganna gives Roxy just feels like a parent being mildy dissapointed in their kid for getting into trouble, which tbf is inda what's happening.

Bloom just straight up grabbing Nebula and throwing her? Actually yes please, flying gives more advantages then height so have the Winx use that more please.

Ah the black gift of salt to rub in Aisha's wounds. I hate this thing and if you know the show then you know why.

Enjoy him while you can girl cause you are going to get fucking robbed soon...

Kiko being able to actively control his ears is creepy enough but them being freakishly strong is fucking terrifying. Enngh...

I just thought this was cute. I want more soft Nebula please.

Okay Morganna says their wings grew back, which one I'm surprised Nick kept that in, and two how long we talking about here, years? months maybe, cause I'm a little bit interested in the actual science of fairy wings now, which they never explain despite fairies being the main characters. Hmm...

Oh Morganna is just so pretty. I don't what it is about her but I just love her, I wish she got more time to shine, and I wish she wasn't relegated to background character later on. She deserves the world.

That said, Queen sorry but I'm about to slander you

Just the face. I think you get it.

And Ogron and the wizards betray everyone what a surprise, and he gets yellow straps for one shot and one shot only. Uh.. he actually makes it work i think but he looks better normally

Oh the dreaded moment has arrived. Goodbye Nabu, you and Aisha deserved so much better.

Rest in peace King.

On a lighter note, Morganna continues to have the best faces

But seriously this scene just slays so well. Aisha turning on the Winx and becoming what they were fighting just a few episodes prior is just... it's such a strong move with actual impact, cause she's doing it willingly not out of mind control like Dark Bloom. Also the detail of the rain, rain is kinda commonly used for sad scenes but here it actually makes sense.

Aisha is the fairy of fluids, and has control over water, in an attempt to keep her promise to Nabu, to not cry she has stopped, but perhaps subconciously she uses her powers to cry, she makes the sky cry for her. Aisha I am so sorry.

Color me surprised Stella grabs someone and throws them too. Smart girl!

Aisha actually fighting the Winx, hurts my soul cause these are the girls who helped her free the pixies without knowing her, who refused to leave her behind in her worst fear, who stuck with her when she was blinded and fought for her homeworld like it was their own one nearly losing her life in the process who Aisha thought did and cried for her.

In her rage she is blind to all of that, cause she is so desperate to not lose someone else that she almost loses what she still has. You can either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

Ah the Morganna is Roxy's mother reveal, the timeline is nonsense but I will enjoy this anyway cause it's so cute!

Queen actually get's to do something thank the dragon! Oh and how her dress flows around her when flying is so pretty!

The fact that Tecna has no comment about being back in Omega upsets me. At least have her look uncomfortable considering she was stuck here all alone for at least a week like seriously give us something!

Wait Nebula was the fairy of peace? That's her thing!? This may be a nick thing but oh my god! To think what the Wizards did to her drove her to be so bloodthirsty is so tragic! That's like if Aurora started using Fire or if Diana destroyed nature, Nebula's trauma is so much severe then I thought good lord.

Ah and they made up. That's nice, though Nebula's hands going through Morganna's wings is a bit weird but shh! Enjoy it. Wonder is someone's written them together, Hmm...

Well this is gonna need a third installment to finish this off since I had so many, that will be out in a bit, see you then!

#winx club #winx club s4 #winx club rewatch #winx bloom #winx stella #winx flora #winx musa #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx roxy #winx morganna #winx aurora #winx nebula #winx ogron #winx gantlos #winx anagan #winx duman #winx nabu

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soryualeksi · 3 years ago

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!!!

Listen up, I just had a thought.

!!!

Lloyd.

His special skill, the ONE thing that makes him the true shining beacon of unique, world-changing KABOOM (and lots of flailing), isn't how brave or heroic or even moral he is (although Dirk taught him some GOOD morals).

It's how he's breaking down people's SELF-ISOLATION. And in the process frees them from the binds that kept them stagnant and miserable. AND THEN THEY ALL GROW TOGETHER AND CHANGE THE WORLD.

Going from just the major characters, we have...

Genis: "Don't perceive me, if you perceive me my secret could come out and I'll be violently persecuted."

Lloyd: "Wow, Genis, you're so cool exactly how you are and if I have to I will take on ANY authority or system to defend you!" (Lloyd actually fights the mayor as a kid over him unfairly accusing the Sages of stealing in the audio drama.)

Colette: "Oh, it's fine if the other people of my community see me as an object rather than a person, or if the other children are scared of me. I'm a bit of a freak of nature, after all, and also it will hurt less to go die if I have no real human connections here."

Lloyd: "Colette, you're always alone, let me be your friend. I think Colette, the person, is amazing and I want you to live freely. I'll take on the whole system, too, so that you can live by our side!"

Raine: "I'm a mess of anxiety because I had to raise an infant when I was a child, also we're victims of violent persecution and I have to keep my brother safe. I have to be on guard ALWAYS and never trust ANYONE."

Lloyd: "Professor, you've been through a lot and it's not fair that this happened to you. And I notice you try to keep people away, but you know what? I think you're amazing and you taught me so much and you're really talented and smart and I will fight the whole system for you, too!"

Sheena: "I'm an outsider at my already outsider village. That's because I am a fuck-up who, as a preschooler, couldn't keep a deity under control."

Lloyd: "Sheena, what the fuck. Who makes preschoolers do that?? I'll help you kick EVERYONE'S ass and I have full faith in you!"

Zelos: "The real me is ugly, repulsive, unlovable. I'll hide it under fifty different layers of more digestible obnoxiousness, so that nobody ever sees the true depravity underneath. I hate myself more than anything. I should probably die."

Lloyd: "Zelos, I've SEEN the real you underneath your, like, five hundred masks. I still care about you and I want you in my life. The real you isn't ugly. I want you to live, Zelos. Live with us." (This might fail in one "timeline", of course, if he doesn't get through.)

Presea: "I am displaced in time, I am a freakish science experiment and I have no home anymore. I will live only for hatred now. All of this is AFTER I was already FORCEFULLY isolated from everyone else by scientists MESSING WITH MY BRAIN and turning me into an automaton for 16 years!!!! THIS IS HORRIFYING!!!!!"

Lloyd: "Presea, now that we've broken you out of the forceful outside isolation, I'll help you settle your issues and then I want you to begin living, really living, with all of us again. We'll ease you back into the world and help you make a NEW home and place to belong to!"

Regal: "I'm a murderer. A criminal. I'm scum. I have no place among society anymore, I should be shunned. I should never be forgiven."

Lloyd: "You know, you can always start atoning TODAY. And I don't think you can't be forgiven - and also I don't even know whether forgiveness ultimately matters when you take action to move forward and better yourself. We'll make sure there won't be any more victims, together, and we'll bring down the system that exploits people as wares. You can do your part. Also I think you're really cool."

Kratos: "I'm stagnant, I'm powerless, and in the end everything is probably my fault. I can't move on, I can't do anything. And my only son hates me and rightfully so."

Lloyd: "YOOOOOO KRATOS GET YOUR ASS MOVING WE HAVE A SYSTEM TO TOPPLE SO I HAVE TWO DADS NOW THAT'S COOL GET MOVING"

It fails with Mithos, for like 99%, because Mithos slaps away the hand Lloyd (AND A THOUSAND OTHERS BEFORE HIM) reaches out to him time and time again and ends his path with a speech about how he will continue to choose isolation and never budging no matter what, buuut... I mean, at the LAST possible second, Mithos still gives Lloyd and the Great Seed the final boost they need to germinate the Tree. So. Lloyd's persistent hammering at least broke a crack into his self-isolation, too. If only a small, 1% crack. (And even Lloyd's superpower of isolation-cracking has its limits when the person is not willing, at least a little, to reach back. Only Mithos can change Mithos, after all.)

Anyway.

Bonus round:

Yuan: "I FUCKING hate each and every one of you nerds, individually, and I don't even know a third of your names. Go play on the highway."

Lloyd: "You say a lot of weird shit, but honestly? I'm down to hearing you out. And I trust what you have to say. I guess I'll adopt you as my quirky uncle now. You're actually not so bad to be around."

Yuan: "... why did this work on me nooooooo."

#tales of symphonia #i have Thoughts in the morning #lloyd irving #genis sage #colette brunel #raine sage #presea combatir #regal bryant #kratos aurion #zelos wilder #mithos yggdrasill #yuan ka fai #all of them try to shut themselves off from the world in some way and then lloyd comes in like is anyone else gonna crack this shell #lol

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brokendoor16 · 8 months ago

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First uup tysm for the tag!! Also I've lowkey just fangirled over how fucking cool you actually are @midnights-dragon 😭😭 (and OH MY GOD YOUR PETS ARE THE CUTEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN)

Here's my answers:

are you named after anyone? Nope, but my name means 'positivity or shining light' which is kinda ironic since I'm a MAJOR pessimist

when was the last time you cried? Oh god, I honestly can't remember- probably sometime during my last exam period? Honestly don't cry all that often, but when I do it's a MAJOR breakdown.

do you have kids? Absolutely not

what sports do you play/have you played? I used to do gymnastics and I'm now a coach, I still do dance, and I go to the gym pretty often (it's AMAZING anger relief btw) plus I run occasionally (depending on either the weather or my mood)

do you use sarcasm? Yes. Constantly. Far too often. It makes up a good 60-70% of my verbal conversations.

what is the first thing you notice about people? How they react to other people (also their outfits)

what's your eye color? Blue

scary movies or happy endings? Depends on my mood tbh. Sometimes I want to traumatise myself, sometimes I just wanna watch a romcom.

any talents? Well I'm a really fast reader (I can get through a few books a day if I have enough free time. I'm good all-round academically but especially at science- I'd LOVE to be good at something creative tho 😭😭 (also I bake quite a bit but that's more of a hobby)

what are your hobbies? Mostly reading (I read a LOT) but I also love baking and a bit of embroidery. Probably one of my fave things to do is going out with my friends, but I definitely need recharging time afterwards 😅😅 Also I like to research stuff bcz I tend to get really obsessed with the most random shit and then need to know EVERYTHING about it lol

do you have any pets? I've got a guinea pig called Oreo (no points for guessing what colour she is)

how tall are you? 5'6"

favorite subject in school? All the sciences, but my fave is biology!!

dream job? Anything medical would be amazing l, but I'd LOVE to go into research science and medical development, specifically regarding stem cell research and the possibility of regrowing organs or building them for transplants (this is the part where I cut myself off before I start ranting and bore everyone to death)

Tagging @marauderswolf22 @shezzy @aziracrowforlife and anyone else who wants to join in <33

15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @echeveriaaa, thank you !!

Are you named after anyone? I have the most common name ever. I like it enough, but being named after Jesus' mother is... Well. Meh.

When was the last time you cried? I don't cry very much. My friends sometimes joke that my heart is made of stone. BUT I cried a lot inside when I watched the Doctor Who specials.

Do you have kids? Oh God no.

What sports do you play/have you played? I used to run long distance before I busted my knees. I still run, but not as much. I also bike, swim, walk and do some yoga and muscle training (I'm pretty sporty)

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes ? I'm not really good with it.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Their posture and attitude.

What’s your eye colour? blue

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings

Any talents? I'm very good at organising things and managing projects. I also think that I have an eye for colors ?

Where were you born? East of France

What are your hobbies? I'm currently having a middle life crisis about this, because I tend to do things for people and not for myself. So, this is what I really like to do : reading (I'm a librarian after all), hiking and swimming, embroidery and I've been enjoying drawing fanarts again (well, I've made two, but it's more than I've done in about 4 years, so).

Do you have any pets? A 14 years old black cat. I love him so much, it hurts to think that he's getting pretty old and won't be with me forever.

How tall are you? 5'2" / 1,62 m

Favourite subject in school? Litterature and biology

Dream job? I don't believe in dream jobs, BUT I really like being a librarian and don't see myself doing anything else.

I have like 12 followers and absolutely no audience at all, so it's going to be difficult to tag 15 people, so, if you want to do it, feel free to do so !

#Tag game #question chain #get to know your mutuals #have fun y'all

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lacontroller1991 · 3 years ago

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Smoking Out the Window - Chapter 2

Series Master List || Main Master List

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Language, age gap relationship, drinking

Author’s note: THANK YOU @a-reader-and-a-writer FOR THE GIF

Rick stares blankly at the screen of his phone. What does he even say? How does he even talk to you?

“Mr. Flag?” A voice interrupts, startling Rick from his thoughts as he drops the phone. Looking up, he eyes the intern who carries a scared expression. Softening his features, he walks over to the intern.

“What can I help you with?”

“Ms. Waller requires your file on the budget report,” she comments as Rick nods, handing over the file.

“Thank you,” she scurries away as Rick heads back to his desk. Picking up his phone again, he stalks your profile. ‘26. Political Science major earning my doctorate. Looking for money and honey ;).’

“Money and honey? What’s the honey?” He asks himself, scrolling through your pictures. He has to admit to himself, you are beautiful. Long (H/C) hair and brilliant shining eyes. Very youthful; appearance but what attracts him the most is your smile; wide and joyous, what he needs. Cocking his head, his fingers move on their own accord.

‘Hey, how are you?’ He shoves the phone back in his pocket and tries to ignore the urge to check his phone. Resuming his work, his thoughts are immediately gone when his phone pings. Pulling out the device, he reads the text with interest.

‘I’m good. :) you?’

The dots appear and disappear as you eagerly await for his reply. Over the past several houses, you and this - Rick - guys have been texting nonstop. Despite the man being 13 years older than you, the president of ARGUS Cyber and you have surprisingly a lot in common.

‘What class are you in?’

‘I’m actually not in class. I have the day off.’ You reply as the text bubble pops back up.

‘Does that mean you’re free tonight?’ His forwardness shocks you. Was this man really that desperate? Shrugging your shoulders, you decide that it couldn’t be the worst thing you do.

‘Yeah. Have a place in mind?’ You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as butterflies flip in your stomach. What are you doing?

‘Bar on Main sound good? I can send a car.’ Bar on Main? Your eyes bulge out of your head. That place is expensive.

‘I can just meet you there. 8 okay?’

‘Sounds perfect, I’ll see you there.’ Your head shakes as you tuck away the phone. You barely know the guy but here you are planning to meet him at a bar.

“Oh well, you only live once.”

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You play with the stem of the glass of wine, nerves racing through your body. What if he isn’t who he says he is? What if something bad happens? Taking another sip of your wine, you try to swallow the doubts away from your mind before a hand falls on your shoulder.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” You swivel around on the barstool and you’re met with a tall man, dirty blonde hair swept neatly to the side and hazel eyes peering into yours. Looking him over, you note that he wears a white button down tucked into pressed slacks and a jacket haphazardly tossed on his left arm. Holy fucking hell, you think to yourself, your eyes raking over his body. “What’s wrong? Did I spill something?” He questions as your eyes snap back up to him before quickly diverting your attention.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to stare,” you stammer, downing the rest of your drink as Rick chuckles.

“Thirsty?”

“Nervous,” you reply, returning your attention back to Rick, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve never done anything like this,” you comment and he shakes his head, balancing his weight to his left foot.

“Neither have I. Wanna grab a table? Might be a bit better to talk,” he suggests while you shrug your shoulders. Grabbing your purse, you place a $10 on the bar for the glass but Rick is quick to replace it with one of his.

“I can cover it. It’s just a glass.” He flicks his wrist in disregardment before gesturing to the open floor plan.

“Please. This place is ridiculous as hell, I’ll cover it.” He pulls out a chair for you and waits for you to sit down. As he pushes you in, your face heats up. Never had anyone been that chivalrous to you, let alone someone who was as good looking as he is. Sitting down across from you, Rick flags down a waiter and opens the menu.

“Would you like red? White?”

“Red, please,” you reply as he smiles while the waiter comes over.

“How may I help you this evening?”

“May I have a bottle of your Kapcsandy please?” Rick asks as the waiter nods his head before scurrying away as you look over the menu.

“I forgot how expensive this place is,” you comment, brows furrowing as you read the menu.

“Have you been before?” You nod your head, taking a small sip of the water in front of you as Rick eyes scan over your frame.

“Yeah, when I graduated from undergrad. My parents took me out but I haven’t been back since.” Rick nods in understanding as the waiter comes back over carrying the bottle of wine.

“Your wine,” he showcases the bottle before unscrewing the cork and pouring you a small portion of the wine, waiting for you much to your confusion.

“What?” You question, causing Rick to chuckle.

“Swirl it in the glass and then take a sip, allows the flavors to mold together,” he comments as you do. Taking a tentative sip, Rick watches the way the liquid travels down your throat.

“Is this good for you ma’am?” You nod rapidly, patting your lips with a towel as the waiter pours a hefty glass before pouring one for Rick. “Are you ready to order?”

“Are you?” Rick asks as you nod, giving a small smile. “Alright good, I’ll have the Tomahawk, medium rare with the truffle potato.”

“Very good sir, and for you ma’am,” trying to recover from the shock of Rick’s order, you scramble to find where yours was on the menu. $28 for a fucking bowl of pasta? Rick seems to notice your hesitancy at the menu. Does she even realize that I have money? Is that not why she joined that website? He asks himself while giving you a small smile in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you close the menu slowly before handing it to the waiter.

“I’ll take the Pasta Pomodoro.”

“Wise choice,” he comments, taking the menus away before leaving the two of you alone.

“So, why did you join the website?” Rick inquires as you fiddle with your hands in your lap.

“Well, to be honest, I need money. I’ve been working as much as I can to pay off my undergrad since my parents cut off funds and it’s just not budging. My friend is in a similar spot and so she joined this website and now she and her guy are actually pretty happy together.”

“That’s funny, one of my friends joined the website and he’s very involved with a college girl. She’s crazy, practically made for him,” he chuckles as your eyes widen.

“Is your friend ‘Robby’?” Rick chokes on his drink, his eyes flying to your face.

“Is your friend Josi?” You nod as the both of you laugh. “Didn’t they invite you out the other day?”

“Didn’t you go with them?” You raise a brow as he purses his lips and nods.

“Yep, I was looking forward to meeting Josi’s friend, but apparently I don’t need to,” he replies while you raise the glass to your lips, savoring the red liquid.

“Well, look at the pair of us. To websites.”

“To websites,” he clicks his glass against yours, a twinkle in his eyes.

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You giggle at another one of Rick’s jokes as the wine warms your body. Two bottles later and a full stomach you and Rick are more than enjoying yourselves, but as the night goes on, neither of you could deny that you both are getting tired.

“Well, this has been really great,” Rick starts, wiping his hands off with the napkin as you greedily suck down the water, “but I have a business meeting in the morning. I hope you don’t mind if I cut this short.” You wave him off, a smile playing on your lips and you don’t know if it’s the copious amount of alcohol in your system or if it’s the genuine liking of the man sitting across from you, but you don’t remember when the last time you had fun was.

“Yeah, that’s no problem, I have classes anyways.” He waves his hand in the air, signaling the waiter.

“Yes sir, how can I help you?”

“Check please.”

“Right away, sir.” Rick watches you with amusement before he pulls out his wallet.

“So, if I’m being honest, if you just want to go on dates or something, escorting by all means, then I would be happy to help pay for your college.” You gap at him as the waiter hands Rick the bill, Rick casually placing a solid black card in the folder.

“You just want me to… go on dates… and that’s all?” Rick shrugs, finishing off the bottle.

“At the minimum, yes. If you want to do anything past that, anything more than just dates, then we can always discuss it. I won’t do anything that you’re not comfortable with though. I know it’s new and -” “Rick, shut up. That sounds great.” You offer him a small smile as he nods in turn. Scooting out of his chair, he rounds the table to you and pulls back, allowing you access to leave.

“Did you drive here?”

“No, I got an uber here. I can just call another one,” you move to grab your phone but Rick’s hand stops you.

“Please, allow me to take you home.”

“You’ve had more to drink than me, mister.” Rick shakes his head, chuckling at your notion.

“Darlin’, I didn’t drive here. Follow me?” Deciding to trust him, you follow Rick out of the bar and to the valet where a man waits by a gunmetal gray Rolls-Royce.

“Is this your car?” You ask in shock as Rick nods to the chauffeur who opens the door with a white glove.

“Yes ma’am. I have a whole collection of cars,” he gestures for you to enter the car. Stepping inside the vehicle, you’re taken aback by the lights on the roof of the car that twinkle like stars and the lavish seats that conform to your body.

“Holy hell.”

“Nice, ain’t it?”

“Very, I’ve never been in anything like this.”

“Get used to it, sweetheart. If this one blows your mind, I can’t wait to see what other things will.”

“Me too.” “Where to ma’am?”

“2032 Virginia Lane,” the chauffeur nods his head, driving out of the lot and down the bustling streets of downtown DC.

“How much monthly do you need; for clothes, food, tuition, etc?” Rick asks, pulling out his checkbook and grabbing a pen.

“Rick, it’s not necessary.” Rick raises a brow, clicking the pen.

“How much?” You hang your head in embarrassment while you fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

“3k,” you mumble and Rick offers you a smile.

“Shit ain’t cheap.”

“It’s really not,” you chortle as Rick signs the check before handing 5k to you.

“Use it however you want. If you need more, just text me.” He offers and you take the check in your hand gently, staring down at the paper.

“Rick, I don’t think I can take this much.” Rick pulls out his phone and pulls up an app. Logging in, he turns the phone around and shows you the screen. “Jesus Christ,” your jaw hands open as Rick nods. “Is that actually how much you have?” Rick scoffs, pushing his phone into his coat pocket.

“Nah, that’s spending money. I have much more than that in savings.”

“Wow,” you lean back in your seat as the car comes to a stop. Looking out the window, you see your apartment outside. “Well, I guess this is me.” You turn to Rick but he holds up a hand and rushes out of the car to your side. Opening the door, he waits for you to exit before closing the door and observing your apartment.

“Is this really where you live?” You hang your head as you nod, walking up the stairs with Rick by your side.

“It’s nicer on the inside. Or at least I tried to make it better. It’s close enough to the school that I don’t have to commute so it’s more on the pricey side.

“I see,” he replies, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you fish for the keys to the door.

“Josi and I make do. Sometimes it’s a struggle which is why she first started the dating app, but now it’s a bit more manageable.” Unlocking the door, you turn around and face Rick. “Thank you for this night. I can’t tell you how much I loved it.”

“Anytime, really. Like I said, if you need more, just let me know. And if you wanna go somewhere, just text me. Or I’ll text you, you know,” he rambles, causing you to chuckle at his antics.

“You’re funny, Rick Flag.”

“And you’re beautiful, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he takes his hand and holds yours up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “Have a good night.”

“Have a good night, Rick.” You walk through the threshold of your apartment door before shutting it, unaware of the smile on Rick’s face.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: AAAAA SO CHAPTER 2!!!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT!!!

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idamariaw · 3 years ago

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A one-shot where you meet a british man, a bit clumsy for his own good sometimes but at least it brought him to you.

This is dedicated to @atlafan, Happy Birthday 🌸

The air was humid, warm and had a strong scent of your favourite jasmin bodywash as you carefully stepped out of the bathtub to continue to get ready for your date tonight. A date that you’ve been looking forward to all week and made it way easier to get through classes and exams, even though you didn’t know much about Harry yet. That was his name, Harry Styles.

You met him just over a month ago in the coffee shop near your apartment where you spend most off your afternoons to study or read, the earthy and warm environment having a calming effect and the staff always sweet. You were reading an article for your course in political science, Stevie Nicks ’Wild Heart’ playing with your notes and books neatly in a pile by your side as eveything sudden flew to the ground with a large thud. It startled you a bit and you took your headphones off to register what caused the mess while you heard a voice beneeth you along your dropped belongings,

”Shit! I-i’m so sorry. My guitar bag got stuck in the corner of your books, I really didn’t mean to.”

A mop of chocolate curls cought your eyes while speaking to you with his deep voice and keeping to apologize even though it didn’t matter, you knew it was an accident. After picking up your things he got up to his feet and you got the oppurtunity to really look at him now. Tall, broad build at the shoulders, skinny jeans with a button up in different patterns, curls to his chin and the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

”I’m so fuckin’ clumsy, first time at this coffee shop and this happens.” Now you noticed he had an accent, a british one? Well if your cheeks weren’t burning before they sure were now.

”Oh no it’s okay! I promise. Accidents happen, i’m pretty clumsy myself so you’re not alone. I was getting zoned out on my work anyway so you helped me with that” You said with a smile to reasure you’re not irritated or anything.

”Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but your muffin got on the ground as well. Let me buy you another please?” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and pouted his heartshaped lips and you just couldn’t say no.

”Oh and I’m Harry by the way, Harry Styles.”

After that you asked him to sit down with you and tried to give him a good impression of the shop although it’s caotic beggining. You learned that he actually was brittish, was majoring in English Literature, wrote music and sang covers with his band.

You met him every now and then the following weeks and after sharing a carrot cake with a latte a few days ago he finally got the courage to ask you what you thought about for weeks,

”Would you be willing to see me outside this coffee shop for dinner on Friday? Please?”

And here you were, freshly out the bath and in your closet looking for an outfit. It was early autumn and Harry said he’d pick you up at 6, so a leo printed long skirt and a sage green knitted sweather along with maroon converse and a bamboo knitted purse with some jewelry would work. A pretty little matching lace bralette and panties underneath just in case things would go that way. Just as you put on a layer of your strawberry flavoured lip gloss you heard the doorbell ring and your heart skipped a beat. You looked over yourself once more before getting your purse and rushed to the door.

There he stood, so good looking it almost made you angry, with his signature black skinny jeans, a black button up, brown boots, a tan coat and hair up in a bun.

”Hello darling, I’m sorry if i’m a tad early. These are for you by the way.” He came in for a hug and kissed your cheek as he handed you a bouquet of red roses and you got a chance to take in his strongly scented perfume that consumed your senses.

”No I was just ready so it’s okay! Wow thank you, i’ve never gotten flowers before. I’m just gonna put these in a vase and I’ll be right with you.” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he leaned against the treeshold.

”Really? Hm I’ll remember that then. I’ll just wait by the car, we’re going for a drive about 20 minutes away if that’s okay. Take your time darling.”

As said, he waited by the car and opened the door for you on the passenger side and then you were on you way.

”Can I have a guess at where we’re going? Dinner somewhere maybe?” You asked even though you didn’t really have any but you’ve always loved surprises and he didn’t even know that.

”Well you can guess darling but i’m not sure you’re gonna figure it out that easy. But yes, we will have dinner in a way.” He answered you with a crooked smirk, showcasting his dimples.

After the 20 minute drive he parked by a black steele double gate leading the way to something you were quite familiar with but haven’t visited in ages.

”The botanical garden?” You asked surprised while Harry opened the door for you to step out.

”Yeah, is that alright with you? I figured as you like the atmosphere at the coffee shop so much this could be nice.” He said a bit shyly.

”Are you kidding me? Ofcourse I love it, I used to be here as a kid with my parents a lot but haven’t been in ages!”

”Thank god, I got nervous there for a second. I’m just gonna get some things in the car but you can start walking up and I’ll meet you at the front.” He said as he started to pick some things out from the back.

You felt giddy and excited as you approach the building and started to walk up to the front like Harry told you. It was when you came to the entrance that you noticed it’s closed and locked. Did Harry know this? Then you felt a hand at the small of your back and the smell of his perfume announced his presens as you turned around and what you saw made you melt to a puddle inside. The guitarbag was secured aganist his back and in his arms he held a picnic basket with a blanket and filled with all kind of goods.

”An evening picnic at the botanical garden with some live music, can’t go wrong with that can we?” He said with a cheeky shrug even though you could sense the nerves in his eyes.

”Seriously? That’s so nice Harry, oh my god. It’s to much to be honest. But how do we get in? And is it even aloud?” You didn’t want to doubt him or his plans but you couldn’t help it as it was actually closed.

”Hm don’t need to doubt me darling. I know the owners son as I helped him with a poem analysis in our class so he owned me a favour.” He explanied as he fished up the key in his coatpocket and opened the door with ease.

The setting and environment was everything you remembered from when you were younger and visited this place, green and thriving plants and vegetation everywhere, even a little pond in the middle with a fountain. The ceiling was made of pure glass so you could clearly see the sky that began to darken and stars starting to shine through, it was breathtaking.

”I was thinking we could set up and get up these stairs close to the roof to we get the best view.” You heard Harry speak up as he lead the way up to a white spiral stair that got you to a spot near the roof to spread out everything and sit comfortably.

He really didn’t spare anything on the food or drink, a nice rosé wine, fruits and berries of all kinds and a fancy charcuterie board.

”Harry I hope you know that you didn’t really need to do so much for our date, a romcom with a burger and fries would have been just as nice. But I really appriciate this, thank you so much.” So said honestly because it was true, just being with him was more than enough.

”Thank you for being honest darling but it’s not to much. You deserve the effort and I want to show you how important this is for me, how important you are for me. Feed me a strawberry please? And do you have any song requests?” He said as he brought up the guitar from its bag.

”Maybe ’Leather and Lace’ by Stevie Nicks if you know that one?” You asked softly as you brought the strawberry to his pouty heartshaped lips and your throat got a bit dry when he hummed against the fruit as he took a bite.

”Mmh, thank you darling. And yes I know that one, a pretty big Stevie fan myself actually.”

He said as he started to play the strings on the guitar, the melody started to fill the garden and softly singing the lyrics made everything complete. It was almost like the man in front of you couldn’t be real with how perfect he looked.

”You’ve been staring at my lips quite a lot this evening.”He said taking out of your trance and making you blush down your neck.

”W-what? Oh i’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” You started to explain yourself but he cut you off quickly,

”Shh, no darling it didn’t make me uncomforable at all. Come here please.” He made grabby hands at you as you sat opposite to him on the blanket so you could come up to his lap.

”I promise you it didn’t. I’ve been looking at you too you know, so beautiful today it makes my heart ache. So happy and thankful, proper cuite you are. Must have the sweetest mouth to. Would you let me have a taste?” He said as his fingers came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and lips almost touching yours.

”Yes Harry please.” You almost whimpered against his mouth until you felt his lips softly pressing aganist yours. You shifted in his lap to wrap your fingers in the nape of his neck below the bun to deepen the kiss, Harry leaning back to take a breath.

”Tastes like strawberrys darling, gonna give me a toothache with this sweet mouth of yours.”

You continued to kiss for a while and as he moved down to your neck he felt you shift against him more and he got the courage to lay you down on the blanket and hover over you to get better acess to the rest of you.

”Can I take this off? Or will you be cold?” He asked while playing with the hem of your sweather.

”No I want it off please, I won’t be cold.” You barely finished the sentence before the sweather was off and Harry started to kiss from you neck down to the crease of your breasts.

”Smells like flowers darling, and so soft. Perfect tits you have.” His raspy voice sent a shudder down your core the same time as he carefully touched your breasts and started to kiss them through your lacy bralette.

”What’s this hm? A fuckin nipple piercing? Almost as if you’re tryin to kill me, fuck.” Oh yeah, you almost forgot about that one in your right nipple and he sucked and nipped at it as a man obsessed.

Being teased and played with for so long now made you whimper again and you tried to buck your hips into him for more friction now as you started to ache from your lower region.

Harry noticed this and made the decision to use this against his favor.

”Do you want my mouth somewhere else darling? Seems like your aching pretty bad. Or fingers maybe? Need you to talk to me.”

”Yes please, I want your mouth on me so bad. Please Harry.” If you weren’t so worked up you would feel embarassed for your neediness but you just couldn’t care right now.

”So polite, ofcourse I’ll give it to you. Anything you want, you’ll have. Can I take the skirt off?”

You nodded quickly and he got down so he was facing your core and budged up the skirt around your hips. He kissed your mound over your panties and looked up at you with a cheeky smirk.

”Matching knickers, hm? You’re flattering me darling, being so pretty for me.”

”I-i was just being hopeful…” You let out a breathy laugh at his observation feeling the blush creeping to your cheeks again.

”I was to if i’m being honest but I didn’t want to push you into anything, i’m so thankful that you let me see you like this but I really want to take these of as pretty as they may be and taste you properly. Smells so fuckin’ good I’m going insane.” He took the panties of and let out a low growl while spreading you open with his fingers and see how you were glistening from the wetness under the starlight. Going in for a long stripe with his tounge from your slit to your swollen nub, sucking and nibbling at it just the right way to make you give out a loud shaky moan. He continued playing with your clit with his tounge and lapping up all the sweetness he could get while he felt your legs starting to shake against his head and your moans only got louder.

”Making such pretty noices for me darling, keep going. Need to know that I make you feel good. Want my fingers as well while I play with your clit? Already so swollen for me.”

”Yes fuck i’m gonna cum soon, please Harry I want your fingers please…”It was all you could say before you felt two of his fingers press against your slit and tounge going back to your clit. Your hands found his hair and he let put a growl against you as you tugged on it harder than you intendent, small strais of hair coming out from the bun.

”You can cum darling, I’ve got you. Being so good for me and letting go like this. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, so so fucking good for me. Let me have it, please.” He continued to thrust his fingers as he said his dirty words and that sent you off the edge and gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Small tears rolled down your cheeks and Harry kissed your inner thighs to help you come down. He licked his fingers clean and covered you again with the skirt, going up to face you and kiss your lips.

”Mmh, hi pretty girl. Felt good?” He asked nuzzling against your nose and stroking your cheek.

”Oh my god, yes. You’re literally perfect Harry, thank you.” You closed your eyes and cuddled into his side as he laid beside you looking up to the stars against the glass ceiling.

”No I’m not darling but thank you. What do you say about cleaning up and head over to mine, watch a movie and I can make you a cuppa? Sounds good?” He asked you before whispering quitly to himself ”And thank god for me being a clumsy fool.”

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Mikey - CAUGHT, Requested Ask

So, here it is, the last one. Mikey FINALLY decided to play nice and give you all a story worth reading. I do hope you enjoy it and that it fulfills the requested asker’s fantasies.

LEO & RAPH can be found here: https://exovapor.tumblr.com/post/652744426391781377/any-of-the-turtles-ralph-if-possible-maybe-but

DONNIE here: https://exovapor.tumblr.com/post/653748387246637056/donnie-caught-requested-ask

Original Start (from Private Moment Headcanons) here: https://exovapor.tumblr.com/post/652655737697435648/just-because-im-in-a-filthy-mood-headcanons-of

MIKEY

· Mikey is estatic. It is Friday night and Leo is allowing Mikey to take the section of the city to patrol where Y/N’s apartment is located.

· Leo knows that Mikey would probably goof off and head straight to your apartment, but it has been a long tough two weeks of morale busting fights with the Foot in the north part of the city, with the turtles only gaining the upper hand and stopping the Foot’s nightly attacks just recently.

· He knows his team is tired and, while they still needed to do surveillance and keep a watchful eye, they needed a break to breathe and regroup individually.

· He was going to spend some time patrolling and walking through the park to recharge his batteries. Raph always takes the tough part of town, looking for aggression release to recharge himself and Donnie will patrol while listening to whatever science or computer podcast that recharges him. However, Mikey needs connection and frivolity to boost his batteries.

· Mikey’s sun always seems to shine a little brighter after getting to cut jokes with you and flirt around for an evening. Leo knows that his youngest brother has a major crush on you and you are actually pretty good for him as well.

· You always lift Mikey’s spirits when he needs it and you can calm his energy down when he isn’t focusing. You seem like a magic Mikey pill. In fact, Leo is determined to get you to teach him the trick to that last part as Mikey’s energy often needs to be reined in.

· So, Leo allows Mikey your section with the promise of making scouting rounds first and then periodically throughout the night.

· Mikey quickly moves through the section in full ninja mode as Leo has instructed. All seems quiet…for a Friday night. At least, there isn’t any trouble. There are plenty of people out and about letting loose and getting their weekend started.

· Suddenly, a crushing thought passes across his mind and Mikey realizes that you may be one of those people, that you might not be home. He makes a beeline for your apartment.

· When he arrives to the top of your building and drops down to your fire escape, he finds all the windows dark.

· “Great!”, he mumbles with down cast eyes. He really needed some Angel Cakes tonight and you aren’t home. Pulling out his phone he sends a text to you:

· Mikey: Hey, you delicious snack, at your apartment but you aren’t here. Out cheating on me again?

· Y/N: There you are! I was wondering if you were still ALIVE. Thanks for not letting me worry or anything 😜

· Mikey: Sorry about that hotness, it was a tough few days. Leo had us busting tail in training AND patrol trying to get the attacks to stop.

· Mikey: It had me 💀😴 But, I’m here now…needing some of that good vibe that only you can provide this desperate turtle.

· Y/N: I’m at dinner with the girls, it’s Jasmine’s birthday. We’ll be wrapping in a bit, be home later.

· Mikey: Tell Jasmine that I’ve got a present for her 🍆 *wiggle brow*

· Y/N: Ah, who is cheating on who now?

· Mikey: Never Baby Cakes! I’m a one woman turtle! Fiercely trying to make that one woman you 😘

· Mikey: I’d have to be insane to cheat on perfection 😘

· Mikey: Oh, oh, bring me some b-day cake…plzzzzzzz

· Y/N: Sure, M, but you get it on my sofa again and I’ll skin you. You must eat it at the table.

· Mikey: I want to eat it off of you 😈

· Y/N: LOL cute joke, see you later M

· Mikey sighs and put his phone away. Now what? He could always continue to patrol, that’s what Leo would WANT him to do. However, the voice inside Mikey’s head…and the even more demanding one in his stomach…have other ideas!

· He goes to the window you always leave slightly unlocked, specifically for him, and he gives a POP at the frame right where the lock is barely holding on. The lock’s arm slides out and he raises the window and enters your dark apartment.

· At back the restaurant, you sit listening to your friends yammer on about their guys, their bosses, and whatever other dicks and male assholes are messing with their lives. It is good to be out with the girls but your mind keeps returning back to your text conversation with Mikey.

· It had been weeks since you got to see his sweet, cute, smiling face and you were now antsy to get back to home. Just thinking about that smile of his starts to warm your heart. He really has snuck into your walled-off heart like a ninja.

· After a LONGGGG series of one bad relationship after another, you had sworn off men for a while.

· You were tired of the insincerity, the cheating, the lack of interest or lack of effort. It all just became too disheartening.

· You always gave 110% in every relationship but felt like you had to settle for scraps in return. There just wasn’t enough good stuff anymore to put forth the effort, it was just easier to be alone. So, you closed off your heart and gave the world a fake smile to hide the disappointment.

· Then, BAM, seemingly out of no where comes this quartet of mutant turtles that flips everything you know about men…males…on its axis.

· They are more honorable, sincere, and trustworthy than anyone you have ever met and they did it all the while being shunned by the outside world.

· Although all four have their pros and high points that make a girl go all mushy, it is Mikey that seems to capture everything from you. Your attention, your time, your mind, and, lately, it seems your heart.

· His shining, open, honest, riotous personality has started to lift the darkness that has settled over you for the last several years. He is the first one to make you GENUINELY smile again. He is like a deep breath of fresh air after being choked and suffocated by despair for far too long.

· Aside from his personality, you have to admit, even if only to yourself, the boy is FINE…for a turtle.

· HELL…who are you kidding? The boy is finer than most humans too.

· You looked at all your friends and thought about the looks and faces you would get from them if you started gushing over the physical traits of a turtle man.

· However, if they could see him the way you do, they would be more incline to fight you for him.

· He has the most gorgeous eyes. Big, bright, crystal blue, and always twinkling with some type of excitement. His lips are plush and look like they would be tasty and luscious to kiss. And that smile of his, it is the most radiant thing you have ever seen! However, the part that really makes you cross your legs and shift in your chair is DAT BODY.

· Lordt-t-t, have mer-r-r-c-c-y-y! It is truly a thing of beauty.

· He is fucking stacked and packed like a damn cargo ship!

· And, even with all that weight and bulk, he can move like gravity has no effect on him.

· You’ve watch him train a few times and you have watched him skate more times than you could count, and he just…flies.

· It is mind-blowing to watch and he does it with such ease! He is never winded or tired from all the exertion….which sends your mind into over-drive thinking of other places where that skill might come in handy. In fact, you have imagined that scenario many nights alone in your room.

· Mikey, the ball of energy, literally bouncing you off the walls as he sandwiches you between him and every surface in your home. You imagine how he would capture your moans straight from your lips and swallow them in a tongue dueling kiss while trying to keep you quiet enough not to piss off the neighbors.

· You are so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed that all of your friends had stopped their gossiping and bitch-fest to stare at you. “So, what…or should I ask, WHO, has put that sly smile on your face?”, Jasmine asked from the middle of the group.

· You pull out of your daydreaming and face the firing squad, “No one!”, you vehemently deny.

· “Uh huh”, Jasmine gives you her signature pursed-duck-faced-lip and doubting eyes, “Well, whoever it is, he needs to hurry up and hit it ‘cause, girrrrllllll, you ain’t had any in FOR-EV’-A.”.

· Heat rises to your face and you can’t meet her eyes. She’s right. It has been TOO DAMN LONG and Mikey’s constant flirting and jokes about wanting you doesn’t help matters. You’ve spent more than one night running the batteries down in your vibrator over his jovial advances and the way he gets you going.

· “He’s JUST a friend!”, you tell her, still not meeting her eyes, “He’s not…an option.”.

· As the words leave your mouth, they hit you FULL FORCE. Has that fear, that doubt of compatibility always been there creeping around the outskirts of your mind?

· Jasmine’s cousin Maria piped up, “Girl, then you need to MAKE his ass an option. Get you some. Just go into like this… pull out your inner Diva, get in his face, and be like,’ Papi, you gonna hit it and hit it good!’ You know what I’m sayin’? Girl, some guys enjoy a firm hand, they get off on it”.

· You look at her with dubious expression and reply, “They do? Even kind-hearted, boyish ones?”.

· Maria nods her head emphatically, “Yes, girl, those are the usually the ones who enjoy it the most.”.

· Jasmine laughed, “I can see the Mayor having to declare a state of emergency from the amount of earth shaking that’s going to happen when he finally makes you cum.”.

· The group laughs on, but you are lost in the recesses of your mind again…still letting that doubt-filled question roll through…is he an option? Is that even… ….possible?

· You sit quietly and pensive the rest of the meal and even in the shared taxi ride home you are locked in your own head. Is it possible? Does he have a… well, OF COURSE he has a…but what does it…is it even close to…would it fit in…

· The thoughts are too quick, too sporadic to even follow them to completion. How would you even go about finding out????

· The thought crosses your mind to call Donnie, but then you shut that down as quickly as it pops in your head!

· YEAHHHH…that would go over GREATTTT, you chuckle to yourself. You imagine the phone call, “Hi Donnie, so, what does your guys’ penises look it? And, would I be able ride it?”.

· You are more than sure you would kill the tall terrapin from shock. RIP Donnie. You’d never be able to look Splinter in the eye again after killing his genius son with a penis discussion.

· No, you are just going to have to let this go and enjoy what you can have…what you do have…of your favorite orange clad turtle and accept the fact that love and relationships just weren’t in the cards for you.

· Back in your apartment, Mikey makes himself at home, as per usual. You always keep plenty of food and Orange Crush in the fridge because the boy could eat like there is no tomorrow. After grabbing himself a snack and a cold Crush, he makes his way to your bedroom (nothing is off limits with this one).

· In there, he’s able to smell your unique fragrance better and he has sorely missed your scent over the last two weeks. Plus, he gets to look at all the pictures you keep from your travels and outings with friends. And he LOVES your pictures.

· Upon entering the bedroom Mikey finds your basket of fresh laundry on the bed. On top are several of your bras. Oh, he likes that.

· He grabs one from the pile and runs it through his fingers. Wowwww…this thing actually gets to touch your boobies all the time. Right then and there he decides he wants to be a bra in his next life.

· He is mesmerized by the lace and the shape of the cup. You have a fairly large chest, so your cup size looked big enough….wait!....ohhhhh…he has to SEE this for himself!

· He puts your bra on his bald head, yep, like a little cap. Mikey decides to take a selfie with your bra cupped to his head knowing that he’ll send it to you later when he’s trying to make you laugh for one reason or another. When he first met you several months ago, your eyes were always so guarded and sad, it broke his big heart. He enjoys being able to make your eyes shine with his antics. He truly lives to make you smile and giggle.

· He puts the bra back in the basket and sits down on the bed and grabs one of your photo albums from the bottom shelf of your nightstand. This one has your most recent trips in it. There are pictures of you and the girls on your annual road trip you took a couple of months ago.

· You looked cute in your little sundresses posing with road signs and random café statues. Mikey’s smile grows wider as he sees pictures that your friends snapped of you when you weren’t aware, there is one of you asleep in the car, one of you pumping gas with your hair all a mess from being on the road , and another of you putting on your makeup in a hotel room.

· He loves getting to see these glimpses of your life and how he wishes that he could be there in the car with you, traveling and making memories, just enjoying the small little moments that make life special.

· Mikey keeps flipping through the album and eventually reaches the pictures from your beach vacation. Here we go! Mikey rubs his hands together…bikini time baby!

· Yep, bikini shots and LOTS of them! Mikey eagerly scans through the pictures. Damn, girl, you have one amazing body. You tend to belittle yourself often and call yourself chubby, but all Mikey sees is that heart-stopping coke bottle figure. Large up top, tiny waist, and hips and ass for days. Hips and ass that large hands like his could really grab on to and just rail the fuck out of.

· Yes, you are what dreams are made of…at least his anyway.

· As he flips the page, he notices a picture of a beach sign on the top of the next page and the sign reads: Gunnison Beach. Huh. I wonder why she took a picture of that beach sign. As the pictures progressed down the page however, it becomes extremely obvious why….there were people….er, women….on that beach with no tops on!

· Mikey chokes on his Orange Crush.

· As he continues to scan the pictures, he sees one of you untying your bikini top…

· NO! She didn’t!

· *Flips the page*

· FUCK!!!!!!!!

· YES SHE DID!

· There you are on the top of the next page, sitting on your towel in the sand, laughing with all that glorious tit-tage out for the world to see! Mikey swears his heart stops.

· He lets out a slight whimper and whispers out loud, “They’re…so… beautiful!”.

· As he sits there he can feel his shell tightening and he is starting to get VERY uncomfortable.

· He shifts his hips around a bit to let the swelling member out of its protective crevice and a bump starts forming in his pants.

· He angles the photo album down at the now prominent bulge and says to your topless picture, “You see this? This is what you made me do. You should be ashamed of yourself you little minx”. Then he lifts the album and kisses the picture saying, “Nah, I can’t stay mad at you, Baby Cakes, don’t worry I’ll take care of it.”.

· Mikey lays back against the headboard and makes himself comfortable.

· He unties the sweatshirt from around his waist, lifts his hips to pull it out from underneath him and throws it on the bed. It will come in handy in a few minutes when he needs to clean up.

· Mikey opens the top drawer to your nightstand, knowing that’s where you keep your vibrator and lube…he’s snooped before (as stated, nothing off limits with this one).

· He takes out the lube and squirts a generous amount into his hand. He then quickly unzips his cargo shorts with his clean hand and pulls out his excitedly jumping member. “Whoa, whoa, little buddy…someone’s impatient to get started. She really got you going, didn’t she?”.

· Almost in response to the question, a drizzle of precum spilled out on to the flared head and slowly dripped on to the lower plates of his plastron. What that woman does to me, Mikey thinks to himself.

· He then grabs the photo album and drags it close so that he can pump to those beautiful tits that he’s finally getting to see in full view. Geez, they are amazing, spectacular, better than even he imagined…and he has imagined them A LOT.

· He slowly grips himself at the base and slips his hand with the lube all the way to the tip. “Mmmmmm”, he breathes out. Now that his cock is fully slick, he begins to lazily stroke himself while talking to your topless picture, “Damn girl, you should walk around topless all the time, you look amazing. What is that? You want me to touch them and taste them? Sure, my Sweet Honey Bun, anything for you.”

· His grip on his cock starts to firm up as he imagines cupping your breasts with both of his hands and kneading them in unison. He imagines that they feel firm yet soft and that their fluff slightly spills out over his hands as he strokes and squeezes them. You let out soft moans and mewls and look at him with pleading, begging eyes to do more.

· In his mind, he presses his snout to into the middle of the cleavage and inhales you, drinks you inside of him, feels you invade him, become one with him.

· He grazes one of your pink buds with his soft lips and you cry out and moan his name at the slight touch. In response, he takes the bud fully between his lips and caresses it firmly before ending with a gentle peck of a kiss to it and starts to pull away playfully. You whine at the loss of his mouth, cupping his head and pull him forward, and he rewards you but engulfing your nipple earnestly and hungrily, his tongue and teeth leading the way. His breath hitches as he imagines your cries of passion as his broad tongue firmly pins the nipple to his top teeth and he gentle rakes over it before pulling back with a suctioned POP.

· He imagines the pouty face that you give him and corrects you, “No, no, Baby Girl, I’m not done, I’m just sharing the affection.”, he says before repeating the same routine on the other erect bud that is begging for his attention.

· �� He’s steadily stroking up and down his shaft as he imagines Y/N arching into his mouth, pushing ever closer, suffocating him with the pillowy flesh and he imagines the scent of arousal starting to permeate in the room. The imagined scent pulling the animal in him to the surface and causing a low rumble to shake through his chest and abdomen.

· No surprise to you, when you turn the key to your apartment and step inside all of the lights are on. It seems you have a guest, now where is he hiding?

· First, you check the kitchen because, let’s face it, you find him there 90% of the time. However, even though you saw evidence of Mikey, i.e. discarded food wrappers on the counter, Mikey wasn’t in the kitchen eating you out of house and home.

· You purse your lips and call out his name, “Mikey, I’m home, where are you hiding you Lil ninja?”.

· Mikey can feel that he’s in the zone by the mounting pressure that is building up in his lower abdomen when he hears your voice call out to him, “Uh oh”, he mumbles and freezes in mid-stroke.

· While he isn’t one for getting embarrassed by ‘needs’, he doesn’t exactly want to shock you to death by having his dick out and in his hand when you sashay into the bedroom.

· Quickly he throws the lubrication bottle back into the nightstand and shuts the drawer. Reluctantly, he closes the photo album and throws it back on the bottom shelf. Lastly, he looks at his swollen, slick member and starts to feel a bit of panic…um…what do I do with you? “Think, Mikey, think!”, he whispers to himself. It takes him all of 10 seconds to realize he’s stuck and his Second In Command isn’t going to stop standing to attention anytime soon.

· He can hear your footsteps coming down the hall towards the bedroom, no escape there. Then it hits him….the window!

· He quickly and quietly climbs out your bedroom window and stands on the fire escape. He is VERY thankful that none of his brothers are with him or they would be laughing themselves sick over Mikey trying to stand in the shadows of the building with a raging boner. He can hear Raph’s roaring laughter now.

· You check the bathroom, no Mikey. You eye your closed bedroom door and roll your eyes, imagining what mode of mischief you are about to walk in on, but when you open the door you do not find the mischievous terrapin inside.

· “Huh…I thought he was going to wait on me.”, you huff out a little disappointed and enter the bedroom to change out of your party wear.

· Outside the window, Mikey hears you enter and peeks inside and does a double take while whispering to himself, “Dannnggg girl, it should be illegal to go out looking like that!”.

· He eyes your unaware form through the window and gives an appreciative “Mmmmm” to your look this evening.

· Jasmine was your group’s resident fashionista and that meant that her birthday entourage’s attire had to be sexy and stylish. You had opted for a small white crop-top style shirt, that was fully open all the way down the middle and held together by a crisscrossing chain that dangled down towards your belly button. The shirt pulled to the farther side of each of your breasts, leaving a wide path fully visible and all the cleavage you had to offer was on display.

· Your ample bottom half was draped in a skin tight, although flattering smooth, knee length skirt that was taupe in tone and with a slit nearly to your right hip. Tying it all together were the white stiletto heels with a stripe of orange down the backside of the heel.

· While the whole ensemble was tantalizing, Mikey’s eyes followed that top like a hawk.

· The little chain trying desperately to keep the top together across your bountiful chest reminded him somewhat of the chains on his nunchucks, although this chain was very thin and shiny. He knew he would never be able to look at his nunchucks the same way again. You looked like a fetish fever dream come true.

· His still stout member jumped excitedly at all the thoughts running through Mikey’s mind. He might as well finish what he started, how much worse can it get anyway? He was already standing out in public, albeit in the shadows, with his dick out and saluting the world.

· Mikey’s hand wraps around his aching member and starts to slowly slide up and down the length of it and he watches you start to undress through the window.

· First to go were your heels, you remove them one by one while standing at your closet door, thankful to be out of them. They are gorgeous, expensive little things, but dang if they didn’t make your feet cry for mercy!

· Next you remove the earrings and bracelets you are wearing as you walk around the room to your bed. You dip your thumps into the waistband of the skirt and starting to shimmy it down over your curvy hips, ass, and thighs. Left in nothing but that crop-top and your cream colored thong, you sit on your bed to rub your aching feet….that’s when you notice the sweatshirt that doesn’t belong to you laying discarded on your bed.

· Mikey’s strokes speed up as he watches you slowly shimmy and shaky out of that skin tight skirt. He gives a little grunt as the waistband slowly slides down and over your ample ass. Shit, woman, he thinks to himself, what he wouldn’t give to grab that ass as you rode him…and that’s where his mind was, you were riding me with free abandon.

· Up and down him pumps his cock, grunting under his breath and squeezing his girth as his hand trails upward. He is so lost in the moment of your ass bouncing as you ride him in his mind that he isn’t paying attention to his own mouth, that’s when a hissed “Y/N, yessssss, Baby Cakes!” escapes him.

· Inside your room, you pick up the Mikey’s coveted sweatshirt, the one he doesn’t go anywhere without, and look at it puzzled. Why is his sweatshirt laying alone on your bed? That’s when you hear your name being moaned outside the window.

· Quickly you cross your room to the window and pull back the curtain to reveal more of the window pane and that is when you see him….it….um….him with IT in his hand.

· You weren’t expecting none of this so, naturally, you shriek out in shock. “MIKEY!”

· Mikey’s nearly closed eyes fly open and stared at your shocked expression. Sheepishly he took his hand off his dick and gave you a little grin and wave through the window.

· “WHAT do you THINK you’re doing out there?!”, you ask flabbergasted, “GET IN HERE BEFORE SOMEONE SEES YOU!”, you tightly scream, without actually screaming, as to not cause a scene and draw attention to your fire escape.

· Slowly, like a child caught in the act, he raises the window and crawls inside. He stands in front of you with his arms dangling over his crotch and crossed at the wrists, trying to hide his sensitive part from your stunned gaze.

· “Mikey, what in the world…”, you start inquiring but can’t finish because you aren’t exactly sure what your question is, actually there are too MANY rushing into your mind at once to verbalize just one.

· “Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”, he says as he stares at the floor, “It’s just that I saw the pictures of you on that topless beach and…dude, your boobies were so awesome that Lil Mikey needed some attention.”.

· You pressed your lips together trying not to smile or laugh at his comments and let the shamefaced terrapin off the hook too easily. He looked too fucking adorable standing there guilty and ashamed…well, as ashamed as Mikey, the free willed spirit, could be.

· Deciding you couldn’t let this moment get past you and not take full advantage of it to answer some of those pesky questions that had been fully engaging your mind all evening, you took Maria’s advice and brought your inner diva to the surface.

· In a stern voice you give him a command, “Mikey, I want you to SIT in that chair and not say another word.”, you point to the lone 70’s style armed dining chair you had found during one of your flea market trips.

· Hesitantly, Mikey complies and sits in the chair with his hands still covering his crotch as best he can, he’s never heard you be stern with him before and fears that he’s really damaged your relationship with this stunt.

· “No”, you say, “hands on the chair arms.”

· “But….”, Mikey begins but you cut him off. “You heard me, you were just standing out in public fully exposed, why cover up now?”, you scoff at him with your arms folded over your chest, trying to keep your diva persona intact.

· Mikey reluctantly uncovered his groin and rests both hands on the chair’s arms. The entire time he isn’t making eye contact with you, he doesn’t want see the disappoint in your eyes…or worse the disgust that might show there. Afterall, he flirts with you constantly but you’ve always been more reserved with compliments back, he guessed that large green turtles weren’t really in your taste range. It didn’t stop him from dreaming though and expressing his admiration for you.

· You stood there taking in the scene, barely breathing from the anxiety and excitement of it all. There he sat, muscled arms gripping on the chair, flexing and twitching trying not to cover himself as commanded. The tails of his mask brushing against his wide chest and that stacked chest dipping down into his narrow hips, leading to a very girthy appendage that was quite interesting visually.

· Thick and dark, just slightly less girth than an eggplant, it stood stiff from the opening in his shorts. It had to be a good eight inches, at least, and fanned at the apex. The tip being double rimmed and flared around the whole diameter set your mind ablaze with the thoughts of the sensations it would cause.

· Well, at least two of your questions were answered. So, that’s what it looks like AND, being that stout and erect, yes you would be able to ride it. It would be a super tight fit, his girth and the flared circumference of his head would stretch you nearly to your limits, but it would be…’doable’.

· Your insides clenched at the idea and you inhaled sharply at the image in your mind.

· “So, this is ‘Lil Mikey’?”, you question openly.

· Mikey chances a side glance at your face as his hands fidget on the arms of the chair, you don’t look scared or disgusted, no disappointment that he can tell…although you’ve got a great poker face. “Yeah….look, Y/N, I’m really sorry…”, he starts but you cut him off again.

· Leaning down to level your eyes with his, “And, you were beating off to my topless photos, huh?”.

· Uh oh, this is it! Mikey thinks to himself. She’s going to cuss me out and tell me she never wants to see me again.

· His clear blue eyes start to become glassy with emotion and he looks directly into your eyes, into your soul, pleadingly, “Angel Cakes, seriously! I….I didn’t mean any disrespect! I would NEVER disrespect you, you’re my closest friend, my…”, his head drops down at the realization of what he’s about to lose and he’s staring at the floor again as mumbles the last part, “my world. My dream girl.”

· He slouches down in the chair, utterly crushed in spirit, ready to accept his fate. You have never seen him so broken, not even after the incident of him being called a Monster at the police station.

· That’s it. That’s when it happens. You can feel the last remnants of those stone walls crumbling from around your shaking heart. The dead heart, once dark with pain, now had a new ache. It ached with a luminous glow for this oddity of man and nature. Odd not in the physical sense, no, he was beautiful to you, but odd that he didn’t fit the mold for what you had come to expect from the world.

· Quietly, slowly you straighten back up. As you stare down at his defeated form, you gently pull at the tied chain of your top. Slowly you start to unlace each crisscross and release the top from the bottom-up.

· Mikey can hear the tinkling of the chain and lifts his eyes, which are now quickly gathering tears into their corners, and sees your top gradually falling away from your breasts, revealing more and more of them until you stand before him in only your nude colored thong.

· He stares at you in astonishment….seemingly too mute to speak, so you do the talking.

· “Well, then, show me. Show me how you like to be touched so I can learn…because I want to help you finish.”, you say huskily.

· Mikey literally sits frozen (something you’ve never seen the ball of energy do). Mind blown. Overload malfunction. So, you sink down on to your knees in front of him and rest your chest on his knees. You snake your arms up to his waist and pull his upper half forward to where you can rest your forehead on his and look him in the eye.

· “Mikey, you are my world too and my dream guy. Show me how to please you.”, you breathe to him and watch his blue eyes blaze with emotion at the admission of your desire for him.

· Still forehead to forehead, you watch Mikey’s eyes dip down to your chest. You grab one of his hands from the chair and bring it over to your breast. You use his hand to cup you, you push into his fingers prompting him to squeeze it and then you lead his finger and thumb down to the nipple pinching as you go.

· His sucks in a deep breath at the contact with your breast and he doesn’t release it until you end the contact with pinching the nipple, although the exhale leaves him as more of a purrrrrr.

· The distinctly animal trait touches something deep inside and your rapidly swelling sex beings to lubricate and release.

· Still touching foreheads, you watch is nostrils flare and pick put your scent. A low rumbling starts to quake at the center of his chest and abdomen.

· Your scent spiked with pheromones hexes him, casts a spell on him, pushes all anxiety and hesitation away from his mind, making him devoted to you and…your pleasure. If watching him jack off is what you wanted, it is what he would give you. Your wishes, wants, and desires were now his commands. You held all power over him.

· You watch the change in his eyes, once bright blue and pleading, now go more primal, dark, and determined. Right before he pulls back from the brow touching position, you press a sweet accepting kiss to those lips you have spent so many nights dreaming about. The kiss was quick, yet passionate and he smiled as he rested back into the chair.

· With one last look at you, taking you in from top to bottom, bottom to top, he grips his own cock again and begins to move. The contact makes his member go more rigid and seep more precum from the tip.

· You watch enthralled at the display, the viscosity of the fluid makes it more opaque than you were used to seeing for precum. You bite your lower lip out of habit and you hear the rumble in Mikey’s chest turn to a growl. “Sugar Rush, don’t do that, I’m trying to focus here and show you something. You biting your lip like that is distracting, I don’t know if I want to kiss you senseless or fuck your mouth.”.

· You stare up at him from your kneeled position and mouth ‘sorry’ to him, then continue to watch him please himself.

· His green hand rode up and down on his shaft with ease. You watched how he stopped ever so slightly before the flared tip, squeezed just a bit harder, and continued over it, then back down to the base again. The same action repeated over and over, gaining speed and intensity as he sat looking you over, your lovely tits still shelved on top of his knees. He could hardly believe this was happening! All the time he had spent imagining, picturing, desiring your chest and now in the span of one evening he not only got to see them in pictures, but their lovely weight was being cradled on his legs. SHIT.

· Lost in thought of your chest, Mikey wasn’t paying attention to the tightening in his groin, the mounting pressure that was starting to push for release. His right leg shoots out and goes stiff and his breathing hitches and picks up to a pant.

· You watch his change and realize he’s about to lose it….and you want in on this.

· His hand is still pumping away, but the rhythm has become unstable. You reach your tiny hand up and wrap your fingers around as much of his base as you can, as firmly you as you can. In response to your touch, Mikey’s head falls back and a much deeper purrrrrr flows out of him.

· However, your small hand by itself just seems inadequate, so you use your other hand to cup from the other side and effectively form a suctioning hollow between your two hands. You slide up the length, tightening your grip right at the fan of his head, just as you watched him do, and then pulled up and back down quickly.

· Mikey’s purring changes tone again, gradually going deep….so deep you lose track of the sound…but the audible aspect is replaced by another sensation…an echoing vibration that rolls through your entire body.

· It feels like being on a very old, out of balance roller coaster and the jarring vibrations causing all of your flesh to CRAWL with tingles, including deep inside. There is now an….*itch*…is the best word you can use to describe it, from all the vibrating and you shift your hips around trying to ‘scratch’ at it deep inside you.

· As you shifted around, more of your arousal scent mixed into the air and sent Mikey into overdrive. His hand gave up on helping and he gripped both arms of the chair in a death grip. His breathing was becoming labored and turning more into pants of “Huhhh huhhh…huuhhh” as he bucked his hips into your cupped hands.

· You doubled your efforts and sped up, stroking him with everything you had in her arms.

· You were lost in the moment of the task that you were completely surprised when the strong terrapin launched forward, gathering you to his torso by gripping your ass cheeks alone, gives a few sharp intense bucks between you two, shooting his hot AMPLE fluids between your bodies and crying out in a straggled voice, “FUUCCCKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”.

· He rested back in the chair, with you ‘glued’ to his torso with his own seed and rubbed your bountiful ass in caressing circles. Feeling the squishiness between you, he quipped, “Look, Baby Cakes, we have a creamy center…..like an éclair.”.

· You giggled at his lewd joke and shot back, “Speaking of desserts, I brought you that birthday cake you requested”, you stare up at his seductively, “still want to eat it off of me?”.

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luvidzy · 3 years ago

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☆ pairing: kang hyunggu x reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ warnings/notes: really cute kanghyun, that’s it; that’s the fic

☆ synopsis: you’re an astronomy major and kanghyun loves the stars (and you)

☆ song playing: regulus by onewe

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously

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The first time you ran into Kanghyun, it was a complete act of destiny. In fact, if you had waited even 5 more minutes to decide to head to the roof of the science building, you would have missed him. Alas, it seemed like the red strings of fate had other plans for the two of you.

You had forced yourself out of bed at what felt like an ungodly hour (it was only 9:30 pm) and made your way to the rooftops with your backpack and your small telescope. It was late September, which meant that you had bundled yourself up in the warmest jacket you could find, even if said jacket had sleeves that went far past your fingertips.

As you burst through the double doors that would take you onto the roof, you were surprised to find that there was somebody else already up here. He was sitting on a blanket, notebook, and pencil in hand as he bobbed his head along with a silent melody. Moving closer, you noticed that he was wearing earbuds, just slightly obscured by his brown hair.

He didn’t notice as you moved closer until you placed yourself on the ground a few feet from him. The concrete was cold, making you shiver as you swung your backpack off of your shoulder and onto the ground. You could feel the eyes of the boy on you as you began setting up your telescope and pulled out your tablet to begin taking notes.

There were a few minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the roof were those of a pencil scratching on paper, a telescope shifting its position, and the soft ambiance of nature and a college campus. It wasn’t until you shivered once again under the breeze that the man finally spoke up.

“Would you like to sit on my blanket? I can’t help but notice that you’re shivering and I can only imagine how uncomfortable and cold the concrete must be,” his voice was soft, and for a moment you thought that you had imagined it. But when you looked up and saw his soft brown eyes looking at you questioningly through the darkness, you realized that you had indeed heard him and that he was absolutely talking to you.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, before sliding your set up over and placing yourself lightly on the flannel blanket that was sprawled out. You sent him a small smile before you went back to looking into the telescope. The stars you were supposed to be looking for were a bit trickier to find than you were expecting, and you groaned as you looked back at your tablet, searching for where the stars were supposed to be tonight.

“What are you looking for tonight?” The boy asked, taking one of his earbuds out as he shifted to get a look at your tablet. You scooched it a little closer to him, showing him the list of stars that you were supposed to be observing and the one you were trying to find: Regulus.

The boy smiled happily to himself as he read the words, before looking at your telescope as if waiting for permission. You gave a nod, scooting over so he could come a bit closer and peer into the lens. You could smell a soft scent of cologne coming off of him, and you felt yourself smile as you breathed it in, the scent relaxing your muscles as he fidgeted with the position of the telescope. Finally, he pulled away, grinning.

“There. That should be it.” You raised an eyebrow, before looking into the lens and seeing the brightly shining orb which represented Regulus. You looked at him, your eyes sparkling impossibly through the dark.

“Thank you so much. Are you an astronomy major too?” You asked. He shook his head, chuckling as he moved back to where he had been sitting previously.

“No, I’m actually a music major. I just really love the stars. It’s a special interest, I guess you could call it. My name is Kanghyun.” He held out his hand and you took it, reveling in the softness of his palm and the blistered tips of his fingers.

“My name is Y/N. If you’re not an astronomy major, what brings you to the roof on such a cold night?” you asked. Kanghyun motioned down to the notebook that was sitting in his lap, giving you a small smile.

“I’m actually writing a song for my band right now. The stars are my biggest inspiration, so I come up here to write,” he explained. Your eyes widened slightly in excitement at his words.

“That’s really cool! Has your band played around campus? Maybe I’ve heard you guys!” you asked. Kanghyun smiled as he shook his head.

“We haven’t played on campus yet, but we have played a few times at the bar downtown. You should definitely come sometime, the more the merrier,” Kanghyun said, thankful for the night sky that covered the blush resting on his cheeks. You nodded enthusiastically, before turning back to your telescope to begin working on your project. Kanghyun sat beside you, humming melodies and jotting down notes and lyrics. It was a peaceful atmosphere, one that surprised both of you considering you were practically strangers.

Once the moon was high in the sky and the loud noises of the campus below began to dwindle, you and Kanghyun bid goodbye to one another, heading to your respective dorms with a hazy and fuzzy mind.

The second time you met Kanghyun, was on purpose. Your friend, Goeun, had revealed to you that she often saw Kanghyun head to the cafe after their music class. Normally, you wouldn’t have done anything with that info, but you wanted to get Kanghyun’s thoughts on your paper so far, considering he seemed to like the stars.

So you headed to the cafe on campus and, sure enough, found Kanghyun sitting at a table with his notebook out and headphones in. You tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying your best to not startle him, before smiling and sitting down across from him.

“Hi! Sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to know if you could read my essay so far? I have to turn it in at the end of the week and I really need a proofreader,” you explained, trying to calm your beating heart before it came right out of your chest,

“Oh, of course!” Kanghyun said, a small smile slipping onto his face as you let out a relieved sigh and slid your laptop over to him so he could read your paper. You watched with fascination as Kanghyun read the lines on your laptop, making you smile when you noticed how his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration and he began to bite his lip a little.

Finally, his head shot up and he gave you an approving smile.

“It’s really good, Y/N. I noted some grammatical stuff and where I think the words could flow a little better, but overall, I think that it gets your point across well,” Kanghyun advised. You nodded, listening intently to his notes as he pointed things out to you, making notes on what to fix and what to revise.

You had barely noticed that an hour had gone by until Kanghyun’s phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID, then the time, before practically jumping out of his chair.

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna be let to practice. I have to go, I’m so sorry!” Kanghyun explained, rushing to gather his things. You stood up as well, reaching out to take his arm and pause him for a moment. He looked at your hand, then at you, with a look of confusion.

“Can I have your number? In case I need more advice or something?” you asked, avoiding contact as you held your phone out cautiously with the other hand. Kanghyun looked at you, before smiling warmly and nodding. He typed away his phone number, before handing the device back to you and waving a rushed goodbye.

You stood there for a moment, almost in shock that you had actually succeeded in getting the cute music majors number, before shaking yourself out of it and heading back to your own dorm.

The third time you met Kanghyun, it was at the bar in town that he had told you his band played at. You had been texting each other for weeks after you had met at the cafe and finally, Kanghyun had told you (after countless pestering from you) that he and his band were going to be playing and that you should come to watch.

So there you stood amongst the fairly large crowd, a drink in your hand as you waited for the concert to start. A few people around you took to chatting and you gladly joined, before pausing once you heard the crowd begin to lull as the lights on the stage flicker on.

Cheers suddenly erupted from all around as 5 boys walked on stage, the only one you recognized being Kanghyun as he walked to the right side of the stage to get his guitar set up and plugged in. He looked so much different than the Kanghyun you were used to, with his hair all rustled up, his black button-up showing a bit of his chest as a metal chain rested around his neck.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Kanghyun scanned the crowd, making eye contact with you, before smiling gently at you. The singer, a tall boy with brown hair that you think was Yonghoon, was speaking but you were too busy staring in awe at Kanghyun.

As they began the concert, playing a song that you remember being titled Aurora, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the music major boy that was in front of you. He was completely in his element, the shy and introverted persona melting away to reveal a cocky and confident guitarist. His golden skin shined in the light and he would smirk occasionally as he played, taking the breath straight from your lungs.

They played a few more songs, each one more breathtaking than last when finally Kanghyun approached his own microphone with a small smile. He took a moment to catch his breath, basking in the glow and happiness that filled the stage of the bar.

“This next song is something I’ve been working on for a while. It was inspired by a girl that I met recently and I didn’t want to play it until she could be here to listen to it. I hope that she likes it as much as I like her. Here’s Regulus,” Kanghyun said, his eyes lingering on you. You felt yourself freeze as you tried to comprehend what Kanghyun had just said, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the song began.

Your eyes were glued to Kanghyun as the simple melody began, the words ringing clear in your ears as you finally began to piece together that the song was about you.

Kanghyun had written a song about you.

When the song was finally over, you were beaming. The crowd was going crazy but you were just smiling like an idiot at Kanghyun as the group said their goodbyes and headed off stage. You weaved through the crowd before stumbling upon the group behind the stage, packing away their equipment.

“Y/N?” You looked up as your name was said, your eyes locking with Kanghyun who had stood up from his guitar case, eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him, before rushing forward and pressing your lips to his.

You felt him mumble in surprise, but you didn’t let go as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips when he weaved his hands around your waist to pull you closer.

As you pulled away, eyes sparkling from how happy you were, Kanghyun smiled at you.

“I take it you like the song?” You rolled your eyes, before pulling him back into a kiss. Kanghyun kissed you back, ignoring the way his bandmates whistled and clapped from around him. Right now, in his universe, it was only him and you; his Regulus.

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 years ago

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Hey, did you saw the film theory on Invader Zim on Membrane that Low-key makes sense

NO. IT. DOESN’T!

Okay, maybe this is my personal bias shining through, because I really don’t like Mattpatt sometimes... No. Okay, I have nothing against the guy personally. More frankly, I don’t like his fanbase or the way he structures his videos.

The way Mattpatt words and structures his videos acts like he’s the first person who thought of this idea, it’s the main contributor to why I stopped watching his videos a long time ago.

He speaks in a lot of rhetorics and strawman arguments rather than just saying what he wants to say. Like “If you don’t believe me... look no further then...” and that’s the one thing I ABSOLUTELY HATE on theory videos.

And some of Mattpatts own theories he doesn’t take seriously, but this is what you get when you base your INCOME off of youtube ad revenue and browse the reddit forums for new ideas. A completely monopolized way of theorizing. (and this is why there are several paragraphs in my current chapter of Tech Support of Zim’s Computer complaining about the concept of youtube entertainment in general.)

Sure, I don’t think Mattpatt will run out of theories... but I really hate the structure of his videos follows along strawman arguments, acting like he’s always arguing with an imaginary audience for entertainment value rather than just say what he wants to say.

That, and people will often cling to theories of someone with good editing software and a youtube channel then Their own opinions.

Something that I learned was incredibly dangerous to do. I learned my lesson with “That Guy with the Glasses dot com” and I don’t plan to act like I know something or am better than someone else cause I agree with someone who said something on youtube once.

I do watch Internet reviews and theory videos for entertainment, but that’s all they are to me. I don’t like to watch youtube videos to give me opinions on how I feel about things. And I seriously think a wide margin of his subscribers lack critical thinking skills at times, as well as a majority of the youtube audience, or from what I’ve seen in the comment section.

However, remember... These are just my thoughts on the matter... My thoughts are not law and I never claim them to be.

Like when I first joined the fandom and posed my GIR analysis questions... I even said:

“I don’t know if the fandom has talked about this in depth or not... I just got here... or if someone put it into this many words before but...”

Also... the thing that bothers me about his Invader Zim theory...

A lot of Mattpatt’s sources are just..... Wrong...

(for the next few minutes I will be talking about this video, feel free to watch or don’t)

Okay.. “Membrane is an Irken” this has been a popular fan theory since before I even entered the fandom and there are old fics about this. I have read Irken Membrane stories before.

It’s not personally my cup of tea, but it’s fun to think about.

But the straws Mattpatt grasps in his video.... Really upset me because there is some thought to the theory back in the day.. ... Like back in 2002??? but like.... NOW?!

Okay, I’ll pick apart this a little... bit by bit...

He says that Membrane takes a hard stance against anything paranormal.

Kinda... but no.. Membrane never outright denies the existence of aliens. (except in ETF... which he mainly says out of frustration...) This is what Membrane says about “there are no aliens” in the show:

Membrane just says that there are no “intelligent” aliens...None that are able to travel the massive distance to Earth, anyways... If aliens existed at all, (like the cryptoids Dib talks of) they would have traveled the distance to the planet and communicated with them by now.

However, this is a nitpick of a minor issue. One that a majority of the fandom tends to overlook when viewing Professor Membrane and Dib’s relationship in general.

And I do find it weird that he used this for evidence when he cut out the most important snippet from the full lecture he gives Dib here.... JUST to support his claim... as if he’s intentionally leaving that part out.... hmmmm

However, I can let this slide, because it’s a nitpick and really doesn’t change anything that Membrane is very dissuasive of Dib’s alien-hunting hobbies. (I have a theory as to why and I explain it here in my own way)

The point is, Membrane is dismissive of anything alien... maybe because he’s an Irken...okay, good, yes. fair.

A lot of Mattpatts claims from then on are pretty solid, and I won’t bunk them with “But in my headcanon/Fanfic verse...” Because what he is saying is all true.

Membrane denying the existence of aliens even after being taken to space jail doesn’t have much of an explanation and is played for comedy and there are many ways you can go with this, and I am not going to bring up my fanfics or my own headcanons to argue with him here.

Because there is no explanation, and he is going with the “Membrane is Irken” theory... So that’s very solid when he’s talking about Membrane denying the Hallucinations.

Mattpatt claimed that Membrane wore his face covering at all times and had been dressed this way since he was a child.

I will not deny this. This is true.

However, isn’t bringing up Membrane’s childhood kinda put a hole in your own argument?

MEMBRANE WAS A CHILD.

He had been shown to have childhood memories in the comics and the show.

Irkens don’t really have a “Childhood” per say, at least not in the way that humans do. They are a smeet, then elite, then Invader..

If he’s claiming that Membrane came to earth as an Irken SMEET....How, why, and when?

That kinda raises more questions than it answers.... What are you proving by bringing up Membrane’s baby pictures on Earth exactly? It kind of works against your own argument?

Saying that they’re Irken because they all have the same hair.... that’s just stupid... and he’s citing the Invader Zim wiki on this .... oh boy.

Yeah, Like before I watched the show I thought Dib and Disguised Zim were the same character or brothers...

But I don’t think character design here is a solid enough reason in this case... At least not when it comes to the hairstyles... That’s a stretch.

“Hmmm Membrane’s hair forms an M shape... What could the M stand for? Mirken?! SUSPICIOUS!” (this is just a joke)

Also... the lack of ears thing... He did say it would be hard for Membrane to hear if his headpiece was covering his ears, but not necessarily... The entire thing is a headset and he is the man of science, he can really do whatever the fuck he wants cause Science is like magic in a show like this. So if Membrane wears a headset that doesn’t obstruct his hearing at all, I can buy it... Also.. it’s equally possible his ears got blown off in a chem lab accident or he’s legally deaf and that headset acts as a hearing aide and HELPS him hear...

Actually, I always noticed how in Membrane’s original design from the show, the headset looked a lot like a hearing aid. Specifically one with a head clip, It’s one of the things I first noticed about his design in the show.

And it’s just something I always assumed because he’s a scientist who deals with explosions in his face on a daily basis... (in fact he experiences one in episode 2B) So on first viewing, I thought that his headset served as a hearing aid as well as prescription glasses and a communication device.

I’m just throwing out possibilities because the “lack of ears” is also kinda a stretch.

Mattpatt complaining about “lack of nose” however... Okay, yeah I’ll give him that one. It’s a character design choice that is a little odd for Professor Membrane, but it does fit with the Irken theory, since a majority of human characters, in fact, all have noses. So, Yes the “lack of nose” does fit more into the Irken theory.

However.... Florpus anime Membrane DOES have a nose...

Meant to be drawn in a more semi-realistic artsyle, you can clearly see the bridge of his nose here.

And he looks very similar to anime Dib... Sooooo... Shrug-city...

It’s likely that Membrane not having a nose in the show is simply a stylistic choice than anything else. Basically, the bridge of the nose is there... we just don’t see it.

Especially since Nightmare Membrane has a nose as well..

Membrane is like Home Improvement’s Wilson. We will never see his face, and that’s part of the gag. The man probably sleeps in his labcoat honestly...

I also find the voice pattern thing a bit of a stretch. Membrane and Zim are just eccentric characters who yell to emote or emphasize a point or emote stronger. And Membrane’s inflections are never the same as Zim’s.

Remember, no other Irken TALKS like Zim. Professor Membrane doesn’t really go around screaming: “I AM PROFESSOR MEMBRANE” either.....

If anything... it just kinda proves both characters have auditory processing issues or hearing problems more then anything.

And there is a lot of screaming on this show.... Screaming from Dib, screaming from Membrane, Screaming from GIR, screaming from Zim... Screaming is funny... and characters scream so much that the characters with their mouths wide open is somewhat a staple of the show.

This is more because of Johnen Vasquez’s voice direction...

Especially since no other Irken really talks like Zim..

Zim’s manor of Speach is strictly a Zim thing and not an Irken thing.

Professor Membrane’s manner of speech is simply a Membrane thing and not a human thing.

I will give Mattpatt that. That a lot of tech in the show looks similar to Membrane’s. I feel this is mostly a stylistic choice, but it really does fit in with the Irken theory.

Like that Zim just so happens to use the same operating system as Dib is played off as a joke. But it does add some small credence to the theory here... I need to point out when he does get it right... some pats on the back.

These are very good points and does follow through with what he’s trying to prove by the end of the day.

(even if Membrane was lying about the destruction of all mankind with the beans thing, but that’s a minor nitpick here)

But his entire paragraph comparing Membrane’s tech to Irken tech is a really good one. Props there.

This whole paragraph about there being only Tall or short irkens cause their society is height based and there are no “medium-sized” irkens....cause they were “dealt with”

Okay.

....

Sure Mattpatt. Let’s just entirely ignore the existence of the Frylord and this entire character even though you mentioned it in the synopsis at the start of your video... Showing that Taller irkens are in positions of power against the shorter, also... Zim is a tiny irken... there are many Irkens that stand taller then Zim.

Being tall in Irken society is a rarity, and Almighty Tallest Purple said that he and Red “became” the Tallest. How? We don’t know, but we do know at one point the current Tallest looked like this:

How do Irkens get that Tall? Body modifications? Maybe... it’s never explained, but considering the Frylord is super big and probably eats a lot of snacks might have something to do with it. We don’t know.

It’s safe to say that being Tall in their society is a rarity and Tallests are either born or made special from the cloning chamber from the get go.

Not to mention, Membrane is Taller than the current Tallest are already...

and you said earlier in the video that Membrane would have gone to Earth as a child...

When he was no taller than a wrapped Christmas box of socks...

So why would Membrane take refuge on Earth at this point? Mattpatt says that Membrane was sent on a mission to Earth because the Tallest felt threatened by his rule...

BY MEMBRANE’S RULE?!?

HE’S THE SIZE OF A CHRISTMAS BOX OF SOCKS!

What do they have to be threatened by?

Because... Mattpatt DID bring up Membrane as a child earlier in the video... meaning Membrane came to earth when he was about the same size as Zim.

SO THEY HAD NOTHING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT AND HAD NO EVIDENCE TO BELIEVE MEMBRANE WOULD GROW TO BE TALL ORE EVEN VIEW HIM AS A THREAT

You bunked your own argument. Congradulations.

Membrane conquered the world through his inventions. In a way, sure. Membrane Labs does own a lot of stuff. But he doesn’t own everything. A majority of the Corporations that keep the population stupid usually don’t have anything to do with Membrane Labs and aren’t affiliated at all.

But this does fit into the “Membrane is an Irken” theory so I will give him that one.

However, Membrane being an evil corporate dictator is a hot take I never really appreciate at all and I can never get behind it.

It hits too close to home in the real world, and I always like to view Membrane as a self-made man and a World loving hippie at his core who just wants to make the world a better place, much like his son, but he actively does something about it. (which can also be why he encourages Dib with real science so much cause he knows Dib wants to save the Earth as much as he does)

Just calling Membrane a capitalist billionaire that doesn’t care about the little guy kinda seems disingenuous towards his character for me.

Especially when Membrane in “Ten Minutes to Doom” created a machine (foodio) that completely end world hunger... which was in BETA in the unreleased episode...

but by the time the movie rolls around... Foodio exists... past his BETA, meaning that he’s probably no expensive than a common household microwave and can materialize food from nothing:

Yeah. Membrane completely ended world hunger off-screen. thanks. (something no capitalist would ever do...)

Membrane also does appearances for charity (in the comics), and often takes funding for sponsorships when he is low on funds and he had to find a cure for pig mouth.

Sure “Membrane conquered the world” fits the Irken theory...

But I never appreciate that take on his character and that is admittedly, very personal bais.

I just wanted to say my peace a little bit here about how I 100% don’t vibe with the “Membrane capitalist/billionaire scum” especially since he ended world hunger...and invented a cure for the un-common cold.

Works for the theory, so good on Mattpatt for that one, but I personally don’t vibe with it.

Mattpatt compared Zim and Dib’s head shape as something to argue... Like because Dib has a similar head shape to Zim... that Dib has to be an alien... Okay... But If you look at the Invader Zim artbook (which I own)

The show has a very distinct look on how they draw characters’ heads. It’s a very distinct stylistic choice and there are pages upon pages in the artbook describing the style and how it looks in motion, and many revision notes to the Korean animators.

There are lots of pages on the artbook describing in detail the differences between the main characters’ heads, what to do, and what not to do.

It’s a difficult style to replicate, and Dib having a big head was mostly a joke from the showrunners to the showrunners, cause they kept drawing Dib’s head slightly bigger to make him look more appealing.

A majority of the audience doesn’t really notice because all the children in the show have big heads. All the kids are like 3-4 feet tall and have huge heads.

Also... Dib’s head is far more rounder then Zim’s in the comics and the Movie... comparing their head shape as an arguing point, when Dib’s head shape changed midway season 1 when the designs got slightly more streamlined is just... bad form..

Dib and Zim’s heads never really look the same from the early episodes as they do later on.

Comparing this character design similarity just because of the artstyle is really stupid.

This is the most infuriating thing about the video... because Mattpatt disproves his own argument with his own footage not a few seconds earlier.

He claims that Gaz sarcastically mentioning she has a squeedly spooch is a canon fact...... but ... hmm.. Mattpatt... can I rewind the footage of your video, please?

Where’s her squeedly spooch?

IS IT BEHIND HER CLEARLY HUMAN ORGANS?! I DON’T SEE IT?

And this isn’t just a stylistic choice... here’s a picture of another human’s organs for comparison.

Mattpatt literally disproved his own argument and ignored the fact that we saw an X-ray of Gaz’s organs in the very same episode...

Gaz doesn’t have a squeedly spooch and she literally was being sarcastic.

and the whole thing is disproved very easily.

Everything Mattpatt says in between those two points, about Dib being taken aboard an alien ship as a baby, and that there is no mother, and the Clone theory... That is all good stuff and this is what the theory video should have speculated and focused on, because there is some digging to be had here... I feel he focused a lot on the wrong points in his video...

And this is the most outrageous point he makes in his video. It’s the thing that pissed me off the most... and lead me to write this essay in the first place.

He claimed Eric Trueheart himself confirmed the clone theory and had story plans where Dib would discover his clone origins.

HE DID NOT!

IN FACT, Eric Trueheart himself published Volume One of the Invader Zim script book AND THIS IS WHAT HE SAID:

Eric neither confirmed nor denied the rumor.

But for Mattpatt to blatantly say that Eric said that Clone Dib was a planned thing by the screenwriters?!

He is BLATANTLY putting words into a Screenwriter’s mouth! Something that you should NEVER do.

Because it is 100% a lie.

He had no source for this claim. He probably just read the same rumor on the wiki and has no source.

This is the reason why I don’t trust videos like Mattpatt. The truth is often stretched for entertainment value, or information is just made up to prove “they were right” about whatever the topic of the day was. He doesn’t even bother to cite the source he got “Eric Trueheart’s word of mouth” from... because it was wrong.

Sorry if this whole thing is more hostile than it intended to be... But Mattpatt was looking at the ENTIRELY wrong evidence for this show....

Irken Membrane is a fun theory... but Mattpatt picked the entirely wrong topics and points of discussion, even to the point of hiding the truth and straight-up lying to his audience about his sources.

It’s kinda like saying “Birds eat ghost peppers because they’re part dragon and dragons can handle spicy food”

While, yeah, Birds are descended from dinos, it’s kinda missing the full story there and it’s not the reason why birds can eat spicy food.

Irken Membrane is a fun fan theory... do what you want with it. I am not here to dissuade Irken Membrane headcanons...

I’m just here to encourage critical thinking, and perhaps NOT put words into content creators' mouths when there is no credible source for it just because it benefits your argument.

#Invader Zim #Film Theory #Mattpatt #danachan's rants #lol sorry i went off but he really needed to cite his sources more on this one

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