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bongwater87 · 7 months ago
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shes my gf
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amanuliminal · 5 months ago
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to me, Kulve Taroth is Colombian (more specifically, Muisca)
LIKE OKAY LISTEN .
her locale is litcherally called the caverns of El Dorado, a legend which is in part inspired by the Laguna de Guatavita where the Muisca Indigenous peoples used to have ceremonies
She has both Gold and Emeralds, and her body is the color of coal, three of the most abundant and mined resources in Colombia
she has the hips that don't lie, AND her alpha+ layered armor has shakira hair lmao
she's hot as fuck (in both senses :3c) (okay in the mountainous regions it isnt as hot but u get the point)
there wasn't a lot of resources on Muisca clothing but i drew katie in Muisca clothing to the best of my ability !! if you are Muisca / know of other resources for Muisca clothing and I messed up pls lmk so i can fix it <33
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finitevoid · 10 months ago
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ASK GAME ASK GAME 🌵(gimme), 🥑 (*kim possible theme music*), 🦷 andddd 🪲 (idk if that's the right bug but close enough probably djdmmd) 💖💖
🌵⇢ share the link to a playlist you love
I know i sent you this exact one but im realizing that i dont listen to a lot of playlists made by other people like Do i just send you your own playlist. Its by far the playlist i listen to the most. Genuinely. in compensation heres a playlist of mine i think youll like
🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?
[would you love me if i were a worm voice] would you let me stay at your house if i killed somebody
Uhh you. @t eddie. my mom isnt a mutual but I would be texting her
🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on
The world is full of more complexity than your (not you specifically general you) tiny brain can comprehend and all of us are tiny rushing ants on our little anthills waiting to rend meaning from the insanity. And do not let the existential dread get you. This is a miraculous and beautiful thing . we live our lives to learn and change and experience and there will always be more to see
🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here
i wouldnt say i have a "wip" right now, im taking a break from my current project to Recharge after writing like 60k in 2 months on it (whew) sooo i wrote a paragraph on the directionless fairytale inspired twst Something i was writing at work earlier today
Silver's sword drags a trench into the floor, tip biting into the wood. His armor clinks, and every eye in the bar turns to look at him. The person closest to him-- --possesses the ears and tail of a spotted dog. He has the look of a dainty forest creature about him; his clothes hang off his frame and his hair falls around his face in a thick halo. Light eyes peer out from behind a curtain of blonde hair, almost blending into his pale skin, and pointed teeth poke out from a devilishly curled smirk. He leans his elbows on the bartop, legs crossed, pose languid and unconcerned.
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better-off-crazy · 2 months ago
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Oooooooooo new my time game announcement! Sweet!
Love the name to, my time at Evershine.
Annd now for the obligatory over anlizing the only picture they have given us! For the record i just learned about it and have no idea the contex or names for anyone.
Its been a hot min since iv played sandrock so i dont rember the name of things but well get thoguh it!
** contains Some spoilers on sandrock and porita.**
Characters look cool as they normally do, and i see avery will be invloved so im guessing that other guy will be to, the one thats doing the building project out in wherever it is. Not like we had an actual name for it when he told us about it, So everlight is fitting Considing its supposed to be a way to help unify altara.- insert something inspiring about it being a light in stopping duvos and bringing a new dawn to altara-. At least it seems Theres gonna be alot of building yay! Ha.
Lots of ruins, hopefully that means alot of fun places to explore!
At first i thgouht it was a floating island but on closer inspection its a giant ass ship so i think the ship we made in sandrock will mostlikly be making an appearance along with other giant ships, war or otherwise. A floating islad would be very cool and unexpected. Mebbe one of the ships will be a type flying island?
Theres alot of planes in the picture, the alliance is deff way more invloved this time.
So much wilderness! And that giant tree! That better be apart of the game im all for giant ancient trees! Hunting might actully be alot more promit then mining from the looks of it. You have the guy with the gun, the corps, the guy with the sword, altho that could just be the basic fighting, and that girl who looks to be either a superhero, villan, or anti hero mebbe all 3 who knows. She gives raised in the wilderness and isnt happy about us trying to build a new town in her home vibes.
Theres smth special about the two twins in the middle or their the player charas. Alot of focus there so you notice them first so high possibility of them being the player charas.
The farmer lookig girl reminds me of Emily. Probly teaches you how to do farm stuff. Obv.
The red head guy next to her reminds me of a scholar, a guy interested in the past and ruins n stuff. He also looks kinda sad like hes unhappy with his current situatio.
The top two might be antagonistic orrrrr another Miguel/logan situation.
Heck if you wanna get real into theorys you could say eveyone facing the left is some type of antagonist and eveyone facing the right is the "good" side and the ones facing and looking at you directilyish, the middle, is neutral.
The guy with the sword couldn't be Aadit could it? The hair style and beard make me suspicious.
The red haired guy seems to be a hunter or smth(obv i know) witch leads to me thinking hes going to have either a "lone wolf" type personality or the "nonchalant happy guy" personality. Then again they could make him have an ego that could overshadow pens, unlikely but that be unexpected.
The older guy above him seems like retired military or leader if some group could be its the local corps or the antagonists. Could be the leader of the new town too.
Guess well know soom! But i love guessing and being suprised! Comeon pathea! Lets go for gold!
Also yes i will absolutely be aiming for avery if hes a option at the start of the game and will probly change that as i play and meet the othere characters.
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aquickstart · 4 years ago
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The world they wish is broken bones and blood—always blood.
                      – Emily A. Duncan, Ruthless Gods
all hail the unholy trinity! i love them! i miss them a lot! i had a lot of fun doodling them so i hope you like them too!!! 
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rockinnrollin · 3 years ago
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I'm Not Really Jealous
@thief-and-dragonfly asked:
Steven Adler x YN smut and light bondage please 🥺😈?
A/N: Hello love, I hope this is alright for you! I’ve been quite inspired recently so please feel free to send your requests in! My master list is pinned with all my information for requests xx
Warnings: SMUT (18+), Light bondage, Unprotected sex (bad idea do not reccomened!), teasing, swearing, dirty talk
Word Count: 1812
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*gif isnt mine!
A few hours ago, you got a phone call from Steven telling you to get ready for a night out on the strip with the guys. These phone calls hadn’t been as often as they used to, it was understandable why they weren’t. GnR had been working hard on their album for the past few months, ecstatic to sign a deal. You had missed going to the strip with Steven, it was fun with your other friends, but it would always be different with him. So ‘get ready’ you did.
Tonight, you had the full sha-bang going on. Full makeup, hair teased and styled to perfection, a tight white leather skirt and a ripped-up t-shirt with a cute blue set on underneath. Steven’s favourite set, funnily enough. Weird coincidence isn’t it?
As you were sliding on your jacket, Steven came through the door looking stressed and dishevelled. He instantly calmed down when he saw you were ready to go. But then his faced dropped, he took another more careful look at you. You could feel his eyes trailing over every inch of your body, taking it all in. His eyes stopped at your tits. He stepped closer to look at your bra through one of the rips. His face broke out in his signature smile.
“What’s that Y/N?” He asked you, tracing over the lace edge.
“What’s what Stevie?” You played dumb. There was no way Steven was fucking you the second he got in, already ruining your hard work.
“That. You’re a little- “He was interrupted by the familiar noise of a van horn. He rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
“C’mon, Axl’s in a pissy mood. Don’t worry though, the second he gets a drink he’ll be fine.” He took your hand in his, leading you out the door and into the back of the van.
“Took you long enough.” Axl spoke, sitting upfront with his arms crossed like some sort of mother mad at her child for being over their curfew. Except he wasn’t a mother, he was Axl in a pissy mood, you knew it would be something stupid as well.
“Shut the fuck up, I’ve heard enough from you today to last a lifetime.” Duff snapped, a nudge with his elbow following. It surprisingly worked.
As you were getting out of the van, Steven grabbed a handful of your ass and pulled you into his lap. He started kissing and nipping at your jawline softly.
“You are wearing it, you little bitch. I fuckin’ knew it.” He started to move down to your neck, his little nips turning into bites, soft kisses becoming rough and desperate.
“Steven, Y/N hurry up!” Izzy called from a few feet away.
“C’mon Stevie lets go!” You said with a little giggle, grabbing his hand like he did yours previously.
After you caught up with the others and got a seat, Steven instantly pulled you onto his lap, his hands roaming your body. You had to literally grab his hands and keep them on your waist before he full on touched you up in the bar.
A few hours had passed and at this point everyone was tipsy atleast. That was mainly thanks to Duff and Slash who decided to get everybody shots to “Speed this shit up!” according to Slash. After your shots, you had moved in-between Steven and Izzy. Steven thought you were just getting uncomfortable on his lap, but you were scheming. And Izzy had just found out your scheme, he was ready to go.
You kicked it off by leaning on Izzy’s shoulder and laughing a bit more loudly at his jokes to get Stevens attention. It was working better than you thought it would. A couple arm touches, a few thigh rubs here and there. You kept the act up for another hour or so before everyone decided it was time to go. Oh boy.
The whole ride home, Steven barely payed any attention to you. You would catch him looking at your tears in the shirt and giving your thighs quite a few glances too. When you got back home, Steven grabbed your arm and dragged you straight to the bedroom. He slammed the door shut when you were in the little room and simply said “Strip.”
You did as you were told, you knew you caused enough shit for one night and didn’t need to piss him off further. You started off slow, but Steven simply was not having any of it.
“Stop being a fucking cocktease, faster and keep that gorgeous set on when you get there. Got it?”
You got it alright. His eyes never left your body for a millisecond, every little movement was noted by him. The slight sway of your hips as you pulled your skirt off, your chest rising then falling as you lifted to shirt over your head and the small flick of your foot as you took your boots off. When you were stripped to his standard, Steven stood up and took 3 big striding steps to you. He laid his hands gently on your shoulders, but his grip was firm. He simply spun you around slowly getting a proper look at every inch.
“You know I’m not usually a jealous man sweetheart, but you were out to get me tonight weren’t you? Wearing this beautiful bra and that skimpy fuckin’ thong to get me going. Then ignoring me all night for Izzy. You’re a naughty little thing darlin’. You gotta learn.” His voice in your ears was soft with a sinister, dirty undertone to it. The way he knew you liked.
He gave you the smallest, lightest kiss to your forehead you’ve ever experienced in your life before pulling his shirt off and chucking it to the side. He gently pushed you to the bed then bent you over the edge of it. You waited patiently for him to continue. The metal clashing of his belt echoed through the room, so sinister against the silence. He suddenly grabbed your wrists and pushed them together. His belt was tight around you within a matter of seconds completely restricting your touch and a lot of your movement.
“What are you gonna do to me Stevie?” Your voice quiet and shaking broke the silence again.
“You’ll see, baby, you’ll see.”
You jumped a little when you felt his cool hands against your hips. You jumped even more when he gave your ass a sharp slap. He slapped your ass again. And again. Once more, before leaning down to give your bright red ass a small kiss.
“C’mere babe.” Without hesitation, Steven lifted you up and lay you on the bed gently. He moved to kneel in front of you looking down at your pussy. He moved his hand to cup your warmth with a shit-eating grin on his face. You were fucking soaked.
“Steven, please I need you.” Your voice was small and pathetic to Steven, his full intention was to give you no mercy all night, to have you completely under his spell. Cruel fucker.
He kept his grin plastered on his face as he slowly started to rub your clit through the sheer thong, your wetness seeping through the thin fabric leaking right on to Steven’s hand. After he decided you had enough, he pulled his hand away to then slip it under the thong straps and give a little tug. He dragged it down your legs slowly, savouring the moment. Once you were thong-free, Steven pulled your legs further apart to get a full view of your drenched cunt.
“Oh my god sweetness, you this wet just for me?” All you could do was nod like a dumb doll.
“You sure? Not even a drop for Izzy?” His tone was teasing and almost a sing-song.
“No Steven, I swear. All for you.” You couldn’t take your eyes off him just sitting in his boxers, a rock-hard boner threatening to tear through the material. He moved to be kneeling over your stomach, his crotch in perfect view of your face. His intention should’ve been clear the second he moved closer to your face. He palmed himself through his boxers giving himself a slight bit of relief. He noticed your eyes were glued to his crotch, something you wish he never.
“You’ve got no shame, do you baby? Just staring like a perv. Dirty girl.” He spoke as he kept grabbing his cock, almost completely jerking himself off. Steven gave himself one more grab before moving back to his original spot in front of you. He had no hesitation in pulling his boxers down and jerking his shaft a few times before moving to line-up in front of your cunt. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he moved the tip of his cock to rub your clit. He was still going slowly and taking his time not to hurt you or himself. But once he felt you were wet enough, he pushed himself as deep in as he could go, bottoming out on the first thrust. He stopped to let both of you have a moment to catch a breath. He was still on his knees moaning about how tight you were while you lay telling him how good he felt and how he stretched you out so well.
The second Steven was ready, he started his thrusting up again. His thrusts were fast and rough, desperate to get to climax. His balls were slapping perfectly against your wetness, the headboard denting the wall and no doubt pissing off the neighbours. He moved himself to have his forearms beside either side of your head, like he was trapping you against him. Not that you were complaining.
You were screaming within minutes. Steven knew how to do it without fail nearly every time you fucked. His cock was grinding against your walls perfectly, the tip hitting the g-spot perfectly. His fingers going fast on your clit, desperate to get you screaming his name instead of hearing Izzy’s name out of your mouth again.
Your orgasm was coming, you could feel the fire pit deep inside of you burning, the climax you were so desperate for approaching. Steven could tell.
“Your gripping my cock so tightly baby, you’re so fuckin’ perfect!”
“Stevie make me cum please! I wanna cum so bad, please!”
“Go baby, fucking let go. Scream my name, let Izzy fuckin’ know!”
You were screaming for Steven like you needed saved by him. The ecstasy was unbelievable, the feeling was amazing, euphoric. Steven wasn’t far behind you either. His thrusts sped up for a minute before he was growling and groaning in your ear. He slowly pulled out and collapsed beside you. In need of a breather.
“That was amazing Steven.”
“Glad you think so hun, but I’m not done. Far from it.”
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honeypirate · 4 years ago
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Just In Case
Part two
Pro hero Bakugou x fem pro hero reader
in my world Recovery Girl lives forever and trains another who can replace her when she retires who she passes the hero title of recovery girl too.
Anyway on to the story that’s probably not as good as I want but oh well.
Warning- angst. Death. Blood. Ya know the works.
Inspiration- Murder In the City // The Avett Brothers
You write a letter every day. A new one so it stays relevant. Every morning you took ten minutes to quickly write out a letter just in case anything bad happens while you’re at work.
You see, being a hero isnt all rainbows and butterflies and ranks. Sometimes it’s boring. But other times, it’s scary and horrifying. Those days where you barely make it out on top because the villains were crafty.
After one hard therapy session filled with worries and tears, your therapist suggested letters. At least one. To your husband. Just in case.
This morning wasn’t different than your last, you can hear your husband in his office across the hall, humming a song you listened to at dinner the previous night. He made your heart happy with everything he did, minus the way he left his used teeth floss sticks on the counter or the way he could be a little loud.
Every morning you write this letter, periodically meeting his eye through your open doors and he’d wink, making you laugh and stick your tongue out.
Today you watched as he moved, methodical, he’s done this every morning and it shows but he still takes care with every movement.
“Are you ready?” He says as he crosses the hallway “we’re needed in half an hour so we should go soon” you smile at him and somethjng settles in your stomach. Something heavy and uncomfortable. Something wrong.
“Yeah I’m almost done” you say and he watches as you fold your letter and place it in an envelope, writing his name followed by ‘just in case’ then sticking it in your top drawer.
The letters he’s been told about. The letters he supports. He’s actually been writing his own to you as well but you both agreed that you can’t read then unless it’s actually happening.
You try to not focus on the hard substance in your stomach or the way it seems to ache. It’s a bad feeling but sometimes your anxiety could cause them for no reason so you tried not to pay too much attention to it.
“Ready” you say softly, pulling down your hero mask to press your lips to his for a moment. He helps you readjust your mask with a pink flush in his cheeks. You’ve been married for years but making him blush is as easy as it was day one.
(Skippy skip)
The villains were smart, drawing all the heroes to different locations. You were climbing the stairs of an abandoned building, going to see if the intel about a bomb on the third floor was true, which unfortunately, it was.
Your hands hovered over the bomb, using your electric quirk to cancel out the wires and stop the timer. A scuffing sound catches your attention and you’re dodging a metal rod that was thrown at you to only be stabbed by one from a different direction.
The villain could control metal with his quirk, throwing the rod at you from one direction when he was coming from a different side. “Huh” you say softly as you look down at the rod through your stomach, the pain not even registering yet. “Poor unfortunate hero.” He lifts you by the metal rod and you scream, white hot pain shooting through you as it tears your abdomen as he slams you into the ground, pushing the rod further through you until it connects to the concrete floor.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay long. I have a hot date later” he says as he restarts the bomb, placing it farther from you so you couldn’t reach it with your powers, then he’s hopping from the third story window and waving at you with a smirk.
Your hand flies to your ear piece “There’s a bomb! Third floor tallest abandoned building in the-“ and that’s all you can get out before the bomb goes off and the building is collapsing.
The area was covered in dust and smoke, ash falling from the sky. You ripped your mask off trying to get more air into your lungs but it didn’t help that a giant piece of concrete was crushing your right arm and part of your ribs and chest, not to mention you’re still attached to the rod.
“Bakugou” you say through your headpiece, coughing up blood and ash “where are you?” He shouts back “the bomb” you muttered back and it sounded wheezy, you could hear the fluid in your lungs. You heard more explosions before he was appearing right beside you.
“Hey there hot stuff” you say and chuckle softly as he brushes the dust out of your hair “I’ll get you out of here. You’ll be okay” he’s saying but his eyes are filling with tears and his brows are knit. “It’ll be okay” you say but he does not look in your eyes. He’s still fretting, trying to think of how to save you.
“Bakugou.” You say in a commanding voice and he looks at you “you’ll be okay” you whisper, your blood covered lips smiling gently. You reach up with your left hand and cup his cheek, brushing away the hot tears that have started to fall. “You’ll be okay” you say again, your voice sounding weaker “no” he whispers “no. I’ll save you. You’ll be fine. I’ll get you help” kirishima is in your headpiece, telling you how he’s sent first responders your way but you can’t hear him.
Your voice is quiet, your hand going limp and falling from his cheek “You are the best part of me”
He doesn’t know where he’s going. He left the police station and was just walking. He couldn’t go home. Not when it was your home too. Not when he knows he’ll just be reminded of you and how you smiled at him this morning. How he woke up to you kissing his neck. How that will never happen again.
Walking into the office he didn’t bother with any of the lights. He puts in his alarm code and numbly makes his way to your office.
If you’re reading this. That means I’ve died.
Oh god I’ve always hated these letters. It’s so dramatic. I’m going to be okay. I have to be.
But just in case, since were up against major villains every day, I’ll write this letter. The 54th I’ve written so far.
Anyway I would regret not saying anything if it was my last day alive. I know I’m going to go home tonight and hold you, kiss you, and spend it like it was my last. This won’t be different than the last 53 letters I’ve shredded.
But. Life is short. It’s short and before you know it it can be snuffed out like a candle in the wind. So here we go.
If I get murdered in the city tomorrow, don’t go revenging in my name. A person dead from such is plenty, no need to go get locked away. I know you’ll blame yourself and get mad and swear revenge. Bakugou I love you. Let go of the hate and the rage. All I want is you to be happy and you to be okay.
But there’s no need to get over alarmed, I’m coming home I know it.
(His tears start to hit the paper, hot big tears blotting the ink and making it hard to see. )
So if tomorrow is my last day. Ill leave this letter in my desk.
Don’t bother with my belongings. Things never really mattered to me, you know that. Donate them. Burn then. Whatever you want.
Tell my sister that I love her. That I’m sorry if she ever doubted that.
I wonder what my parents will say. Probably that they were proud of me. Please let them know how much I loved them. How much I loved my childhood.
Now for you, my love, my sweetheart. The love of my life I’m sure of it. There was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name. The love that let me share your name for these few years.
Thank you. For loving me. For supporting me. For choosing me every day. I’ve never doubted it once. I’ll always be with you, even if you can’t see me.
I'm watching you in your office right now, youre humming that song that played at the restaurant last night.
If I had never seen your face this world would have been such a very different place for me. It would be quieter and colorless. You have truly given me so much in this life that I can never hope to repay you.
You can never know which way your heart will go, but you are the compass leading mine. It will always point to you.
You’ve made me feel alive made me want to live so I could experience all my dreams coming true with you by my side.
I don’t know what else to add
Please, if you know anything, let it be that you were my greatest happiness in life.
I’ll always come home to you
I love you
-y/n
His hand is shaking as he finishes the letter.
He takes a sharp inhale and his knees give out, falling to the floor beside your desk with a soft gasp that turned into a sob as he broke down.
“You. You promised” he whispered between sobs, not even bothering to wipe away the tears as he hugs his arms around himself, hunching forward as his tears make soft patting sounds as the hit the hard wood floor.
He doesn’t know how Kirishima found him but when he runs through the office and sighs with relief when he finds him, he doesn’t move. He stays, broken on the floor, sobbing. Kiri doesn’t freeze, he’s there in a second, wrapping his arms around his best friend. Trying to give him a little comfort.
Kirishima's phone rings and Bakugou growls, taking it from his hand as kiri goes to silence it, pressing answer without looking to see who it is “what” he yells out, his nose stuffy and throat constricted showing how much he’s been sobbing.
Recovery Girls voice is stern through the receiver “You need to get down here right away. She’s alive.”
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babysizedfics · 4 years ago
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papa bear and baby cub
pls accept this messy concept that i literally just copy pasted from mine and livs 5am convo
imagine baby and papa are hanging out vee is half regressed, and at one point vee looks at pat and says "papa bear?" and patton nods and is like yes baby im papa bear! then vee looks at the ground thinking very hard ... then looks back up and whispers "papa... papa grr bear? bear?" and holds her kitten mitten paw hands up
and pattons like oh no dont worry baby papa isnt really a bear!! but then vee tears up and goes "wan b bear cubble.. papa bear? bear peas?"
and patton rlly softly goes Oh i see.. alright!
and he breaks out the gentle roororooars and snuffles and pretends to be sniffing the baby but hes just tickling his nose over vees neck and tummy :((
literally vee on the blankie om the floor and pat crawling around her and makin bear growls n snuffles and rubbing his nose over babies legs and tummy and neck and cheeks and vee squeakng with giggles and her eyes are just happy u know when she looks up at papa bear in anticipation of more nose tickles her eyes are sparkly and squinty bc shes smiling so hard behind her paci
but also vee gets nervous when people are silent so patton also adds dialogue like "whats this little cub doing here! and wheres all her fur! ooh is this fur?" and 'paws' at her hair gently "and wont her legs get cold without any fur on? i'll warm them up with bear kisses!" and snuffles and smooches over her legs and vee gets so giggly and giddy and wiggly
and eventually vee gets to ride the bear like pat was on his knees and scooped vee onto his back but he has to stand up bc he has bad hips and cant crawl with her on his back but he like walks around the house with her on his back but he still pretends to be a bear
and like goes up to mama saying who is this handsome furless mama bear! and logan pauses and frowns and looks down at himself and says "i thought remy said i was a twink"
side note, wow patton is a papa bear and a pretend bear AND a gay bear.... triple threat
ohhh my gosh but he's. hes such a good papa bear and he's takin care of his lil cub :ccccc
and vees wearing the kitten paws n when he puts her down again fae's just plopping all over the place making the whisperiest little rorrorors WAAAH
p: grr fffnfl roarr
v, tryin to copy: g g gaga r wowowo *giggle*
kitten mittens WAHHH she was only half little before but pattons bear tickles turned her into a teeny tiny baby and she babbles and pettons oop haha have we got a tiny babygirl ? and lowers her down gently and crouches to her and vee is SO FAR GONE fae is just babbling and wiggling and papping around the blankie so cuuute
n Patton follows faer like "oooh what a playful little baby cub!" like "GASP the baby cub is learning to walk!" bc shes crawling
jdfhhdsj this is so sweet if this is a day where vee is lil and playful but roman cant be little w faer but papa bear patton is hear to save the day w lots of silliness
inspired by this tweet, and also i totally imagine faer wearing this dress during this hshshd
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Cw r-18/drugs || ill post a second post with more sketches that didnt fit here!!
TLDR: fart-brained guyses who escape their realities by hangin out in abandoned places naked and intoxicated. OFF TO THE RANT NOW:
oh, my. I dont think ive talked about my DBD Legión!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These ideas and drawings are a few months old, but still pretty relevant. I don't remember all, but I'll rant a bit about them before I completely forget. I dont know how to start, i guess ill go with susie first. I like to depict her as decrepit and dying. Her diet consists of cigarettes and all kinds of drugs. (she’s the pink haired one in case you dont know about dbd!!). She has a cute dick. She probably wears wigs cus her hair is all weak and decaying, if she were to dye it, it would probably fall off and die. Joey, is he goth? I dont know what makes something goth, but he probably is. He’s my cam boi!1 He’s gay, although he has a crush on julie (see below). Speaking of julie and joey, they are the least developed ones cus i was too busy designing susie. joey’s face is inspired on jpegmafia’s. Julie. shes’ a skinhead!! She probably dyes her hair… but i dont know about that. maybe she IS actually a redhead, i dont know. I like to think she’s butch, but once again im not actually sure of what would make someone a butch. as stated in one of the drawings, she goes tits out 24/7 (well, at least when she’s hangin out with her friends in their safe little environment ). She spends a lot of time on her phone and she sends nudes a lot. She soft, i love her a lot. Frank, i think i have developed a lot of thoughts about him. Susie and him are very close, probably childhood friends? soul siblings? he really clings onto her. If ghostie exists in this universe, he has a onesided crush on him (ghostie ni le da cabida). I dont care much about sexualities but he definitely wants to top… except with susie, i cant imagine him topping susie (or rather i cant imagine susie bottoming). He’s horny and dumb, and pretty confused… he doesnt really understand much about himself, or others for that matter, and he doesnt really try. Frank cries a lot, or at least i imagine him crying a lot, i dont know how that would actually work in-universe. Maybe he’s the oldest of the bunch, but they might all be around the same age.. I dont know, indecisive (edit: i just remembered that i used to imagine that he was actually the youngest one, so i dont fucking know. Actually now that i think about it, i like susie being the oldest one. or maybe joey...)
I made emphasis on the fact that susie’s diet consists on drugs and cigarettes, but actually they all share that habit to different (and probably healthier) extents!  are they murderers in this au/version/thing of mine? who knows, maybe not yet. When i think of them, i focus on their feelings and complex relations, i dont really care about the -actual- situations they go through. I also got a few thoughts about their sexualities and such, but they dont actually matter much because 1) we never actually see them interact with any other characters other than them. And 2) they all make exceptions for each other. So joey is gay and bottom, but… i mean who cares, all laws of physics BREAK with this group. The 4 of them have emotional bonds with one another that go beyond labels. Joey can be gay and still have a crush on julie. tho probably he only fucked with frank... They are all just a close and happy family, how nice. orgies happen a lot, or just like, casual sex while they are laying on the sofa watching tv. Maybe they dont even touch, they are just naked watching the tv. Sometimes susie gets invited to the joey’s camboi show tho! I actually have an unfinished drawing of that that i plan to finish About the story… ugjhifgufuifd i have like a lot of concepts in my head that i find difficult to write out into words, fantasising in my head is much easier. Hmmm but basically… well, there isnt much story. I think i had some baccstories tho? So lemme try to remember that. Hmm i think frank doesnt have a dad. He and susie met as kidz (was susie trans already then? dont know dont care. Maybe it doesnt matter at all in this world). They always had like sort of romantic feelings for each other, but they also grew up quite close, so those feelings are mixed with fraternal ones. I also thought that maybe they are actual siblings, so whatever their origins are, the important part is the fraternal bond + the romance and sexuality = emotional vulnerability and complete mess. And thats only the beginning cus then they meet julie and joey and everything gets amplified!!  Speakin of july.. I have feelings about her childhood that ive no idea how they would actually translate to actual scenarios lkdsjgkjnsdlsangj. An important thing to point out tho is that she has somewhat “:-3” energy a lot of times (NOT PERMANENTLY THO!!!). Anyways, she was probably quite different as a child. she’s quite chill in present times, but she was a wild kid, with constant “>:-P” energy. she’s always been a rebel… old parental figures? big family? berhaps. she’s a bottom butch lesbian, soft julie.. I love butch lesbians!!!!!! maybe she ran away from home, she might be the most independent of them 4, but i dont know, i feel like she’s still a baby inside, maybe she just looks like the most adult of them on the outside. I dont know how she meets joey, but they are close and quite similar in some ways. they have like this silent understanding. I also dont know how they met susie and frank, but i imagine the group was formed when they were teens? i have very vivid thoughts of settings, places, feels. Like they all live in shitty environments and probably had shit education and baccgrounds. They are all lost kids with not much sense of direction in their lives and they do shit that they shouldnt. They have their own house thingy where they hang out, which is where my thoughts take place the most (this concept gives me sort of FLCL vibes¿). Also, okay okay, you know how i imagine frank and susie as being very close since they were kids? I actually dont imagine them sharing the same environment most of the time. So, they probably didnt go to the same school (maybe susie didnt go to school at all). Maybe susie is a bit older than frank, so they were in different classes? I like both ideas. Okay, im getting somewhere, mentally. I like the idea that when they hang out they escape their usual environment. Maybe julie didnt ran away from home, its just that we dont see her at home cus the story focuses on their moments together XDD oh wait fuck, im really loving this idea. Maybe we just dont know what the hell is actually going on with susie’s life, she might be kind of a mystery, maybe thats because we see the story from frank’s pov? Whos completely oblivious of his surroundings? Im not sure. So this solves many internal conflicts i had with the setting… im having a very good time right now. Oh my, im back to ranting at 3 am for actual hours about my charas, and it feels too good… its 5 am now
I realise i waste too much time trying to figure out the technical details while the magic is happening elsewhere. I WANT TO KEEP ON RANTING!! But i need to organise my thoughts and draw a bit, or else ill have a seizure. Im so tired, i cant re-read this whole thing anymore, its been too many re-reads!! Probably none of this makes sense because my thoughts are scattered and all over the place. Thank you for reading if you got this far, it means a lot
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You & Me : chapter 41
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A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA
Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS
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CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34|| CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40
NOTES:
-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4.6k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.
READ AM CONVERSATIONS AGAIN ON WATTPAD HERE
- notes: hope the smut isnt too much lol! oh and, couldnt find the gif i wanted but this one will do. this chapter was fun to write and i dont think it was a filler chapter lol! only a few chapters left, im super nervous! at the same time, this story is getting less and less popular sooo idk, maybe its time? idk. if you read and comment and like and reblog, I LOVE YOU!
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Chapter 41 : His chapter
NIALL
May 15th, 2018
I was so close to ask her to marry me when we were in Spain. I kept looking at her ring finger, imagining what the ring I had bought would look on her hand, and telling myself that now that we were official, anything was possible, and I wanted it. I wanted the impossible, I wanted everything. The words "marry me" almost escaped my lips exactly 11 times and even now, I was wondering how I actually stopped myself from just doing it.
We were back in California for a few days and I had convinced her to spend her time in my house instead to go back to hers. Most likely, Louis was there with Eleanor or he was spending all his time at her place. Either way, I thought we were better at my house but I knew that eventually, she'd want to see Louis and get back in her stuff anyway.
I woke up and blinked a few times as the sun peeked through the curtains but not enough to light the room. It was dark but I could see clearly and when I turned around, I realized she was laying on her back, completely naked, and the covers were only hiding one of he legs. She was still asleep, her hair messy around her head, and I couldn't help but reach for my cock as my eyes roamed on her. I got on my knees gently, making sure I wouldn't make the mattress move too much, and let one of my hands run on her breasts while I grabbed my dick with the other, stroking it slowly. I rubbed my thumb on one of her nipples until it got hard and finally, I let my fingertips brush down her body to reach between her legs, her skin so soft against mine. Slowly, I moved one of her knees before letting two of my fingers run on her slit. The more I was touching her, the harder I was getting and I moved closer to her on my knees just to rub the tip of my cock on her nipple.
"Jesus Christ." I whispered before she moved lightly in her sleep, letting out a low whimper.
I stopped moving and waited until she did too to continue touching her, my heart skipping a beat. The sensation was incredible and it made me want to rub my dick all over her body. I turned my body slightly and reached for her lips with my dick this time, feeling myself get even hornier when she licked her lips. It brushed on the tip of my cock and I let out a low groan as my eyes fluttered. I knew the whole thing was turning me on more than it should and all I could think about was getting between her legs and pushing my cock deep inside her.
Instead, I reached for her pussy again, rubbing one of my fingers gently on her clit as I felt her get wetter. Her body jerked a bit and she moaned low again before I let out an other curse word and slipped two fingers inside her, moving them in and out of her extremely slowly. I could hear how wet she was and I felt my cock throb in my hand. I was so turned on by her that I could barely believe I was doing that but she was so gorgeous, laying there completely naked in my white sheets, and the way she made me hard was just un-fucking-believable. I finally moved between her legs very slowly only to rub the tip of my dick on her clit. It slid easily due to how wet she was from me fingering her and this time, she let out a louder moan as one of her legs twitched. I jerked off harder between her legs as I pushed my thumb inside of her and rubbed her clit harder with one of my fingers until I was closer to an orgasm and without thinking, I took my hand away and pushed the tip of my cock inside her. Her walls pressed around it and I knew she was waking up. I took my cock out as I felt an orgasm reach me, cumming a bit inside of her before spurting on her pussy.
"Holy fuck."
I let out a moan as I watched her pussy get covered with my cum and when I looked up, her lips were parted and she was staring at me.
"Did you just cum all over me?" she asked in a low tone, her eyebrows raised.
"I.. did. I'm sorry."
Her eyes fell on my still hard cock as I shook it slightly and she bit her bottom lip before spreading her legs apart more and reaching for her pussy. I looked at her fingers gather some of my cum and slide it down until her clit. She let out a louder whimper as she started rubbing herself with the vestige of my orgasm and I couldn't help but let out an other curse word.
"You should have woken me up." she pointed, her voice a mix of a whimper and a whisper.
"I know petal but you looked so vulnerable and hot just laying there, naked and asleep." I admitted, my eyes never leaving her fingers as she flicked them on her clit. "Fuck, you love rubbing your clit with my sperm?"
I didn't know if it was my words or just the fact that she was touching herself but she let out an other moan and her back arched suddenly. I brought one of my hands closer and once again pushed two of my fingers inside her as she kept touching herself and squirming on the bed.
"I want to watch you cum, darling."
It only took her about half a minute before she started shaking and when my named escaped her lips, I could swear I got dizzy and my vision got blurred for a few seconds.
"Oh fuck, Niall!"
Something stirred in my stomach and I just stared at her as she came, grinding on my fingers and squirming even more. When she came down from her high and relaxed on the mattress, I took my fingers out and slowly lied down over her. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were still parted as she panted. I brushed my mouth against hers and she whimpered as I felt my whole body vibrate.
"You did so well, petal. That was so fucking hot."
She brought her hands to my head, slipping her fingers in my hair, before kissing me deeply. I tilted my head slightly, tasting her as she whimpered in my mouth. I swallowed her moans and when i pulled away to look in her eyes, she sighed low.
"I don't want to go to work today." she admitted, raising her nose up and making an amused smile appear on my lips.
"You have to."
"I could call in sick?" she asked, her eyebrows raised and her face full of hope.
I laughed and shook my head, making her groan immediately. "Nope, you have to go. I'll go with you, how's that?"
"Better than nothing I guess."
I chuckled and got up, searching through my stuff to find clean clothes and when I glanced at her, my lips curled again.
"Stop staring at me and get ready. I'll make coffee and we can leave." The alarm on her phone started ringing as soon as I finished my sentence and I raised my eyebrows. "See? You have to wake up. Take a shower, I'll wait for you in the kitchen."
I heard her groan and turned around when I heard a sound only to realize she had tried throwing a pillow at me but had failed miserably. I laughed and shook my head but turned back around and reached the kitchen.
We ate toasts quickly as we walked to the car and remained silent the whole ride until we were there. We should both have gotten out of the car, I knew it, but instead, we remained sitting there, looking in front of us, and I kept wondering how we should act together. We were never the type to show too much affection in public. It happened before with friends around, or family sometimes, but not when random strangers could see. This time, we were with a lot of strangers and I was wondering if I should hold her hand or not. Should I kiss her temple sometimes? Or just go straight for the mouth? I didn't know anymore and if I wanted to be frank, I had never asked myself that question in any other relationships before.
"Ready?"
"No."
I frowned and turned to her but it took her a few seconds to look back at me. She sighed and shrugged before shaking her head a bit.
"Things have been particularly awkward with Dylan even since Heidi posted all those lyrics about us on instagram." she admitted, closing her eyes tight for a few seconds before opening them again. "We're filming the season's finale today and, I don't know, I'm nervous I guess."
"Anything special about the final episode?"
She stared at me, her eyes roaming on my face, and her lips parted. "His character is breaking up with my character."
We looked at each other in silence and after a while, I reached for her hand on her thigh and squeezed her fingers tight. I knew why it made her feel like this and I knew it was not only because of her relationship with Dylan being awkward. This scene was our scene. It was that day I broke up with her and tore her heart in pieces. I held my breath, feeling suddenly extremely exposed. I had no really realized before how big this was. Of course, I knew her tv show was inspired by our story but it just hit me that people were actually watching it, and I was wondering how many of them now knew almost exactly what had happened between us?
"I'm here with you. It'll go amazingly, trust me." I pointed out, knowing it was not the right time to have a big discussion about her writing. "Remember in Italy? I almost believed you were breaking up with me to go marry your ex boyfriend."
She chuckled a bit. "You totally believed it."
"Maybe I did." I quickly replied. "But only for a few minutes, because I believe in us, I believe in our love, and I believe in you. So you go in there and play that scene and show them how incredible you are."
Her lips curled a bit and she rolled her eyes before finally nodding. I smiled more and we got out of the car to walk in. I thought I'd see Dylan first but when my eyes met Heidi's, I felt my heart jump up in my throat, almost throwing it up. I felt Olivia tense next to me and I held my breath when she saw us. She sent us a big smile but I could read so much pettiness behind it that it made me grimace.
"Hi!"
I glanced at Olivia who frowned and licked her lips. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh you didn't know?" Heidi replied, her eyebrows raised and her lips curled into a satisfied smile. "I'm with Dylan now."
As if on cue, he appeared and stood next to Heidi but I noticed his eyes never left my girlfriend and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Of course, I couldn't expect him to just forget about her, after all, he was ready to marry her, but at the same time I wanted him to move on as quickly as he could. If that was to be done with Heidi then be it : i was ready to put up with her on the set.
"I hope it doesn't bother you too much." Heidi added, tilting her head and looking at Liv who sent her a smile back.
Dylan and I were just keeping quiet, not really sure what we were supposed to say or do, and I pushed both my hands in my pockets.
"Oh no, not at all. It's all good." Olivia replied with a shrug. "I mean, it's not the first time you run after one of my exes, you know? Oh! Maybe I could make you a list of all the men and women I dated? Would save you some time."
I almost choked on my own spit, not really expecting that reply. I knew what kind of person my girlfriend was but she had always played it low with Heidi because she knew it was not worth it. It seemed like this time, she had had enough.
I thought Heidi would answer something rude but instead, her facial expression changed into a surprised one and finally, her eyes got smaller. She was pissed, I knew it, but she'd never prove it to Olivia. She found her smile back and breathed in, wrapping her arm around Dylan's and looking up at him.
"Can you show me the set?"
He nodded and they left but he glanced back at us when he was farther and I finally sighed, turning to my girlfriend who was smiling. I thought she'd be a bit mad, or upset that her ex boyfriend was now with my ex girlfriend, but she didn't seem to care... until her smile fell down and she closed her eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong suddenly?" I asked with a frown, taking a step closer and wrapping my fingers around her arm.
"I just realized Heidi was going to be there for the finale." she admitted, looking up at me. "She'll... see all of it. She'll see how it went... between... us."
It was the very first time Olivia admitted that her tv show was about us and I licked my lips, feeling something stir in my stomach. I didn't care that Heidi saw it, but I cared that the whole world would.
"You shouldn't care about her. She's with Dylan just to get to you or get back at us. She's here to piss you off and make you feel like shit. Don't let it get to you. Don't let her win."
She turned her whole body my way and her lips curled slightly into a fond smile. Slowly, she got on her tiptoe and pressed her lips gently against mine. It took me by surprise but I just answered her kiss and when she got back down on her feet, she tilted her head.
"Liv, can I ask you something?" I asked seriously, licking my lips as she nodded, her smile faltering a bit. "I know your tv show is based on our story but... for the next season, could you change that?"
I was scared to hurt her but at the same time, it was something I just needed to ask. If she said she didn't want to, I would accept it, but she knew my private life was a big deal for me and when she started nibbling on her bottom lip, I knew she felt guilty. I could read it on her face.
"I'm sorry, Niall. I never thought people would connect the show with our story but that was stupid of me. I mean, when I wrote that, I thought I'd never see you again, so I sort of wrote to... let it all out, you know?" she stopped and sighed. "Of course I'll make it different. I'll think of a whole other story for the characters, and make sure it has nothing in common with our story. Except maybe... well, the fact that they're soulmates."
I smiled and nodded, chuckling slightly. "I don't know if they are, but I know we are."
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I wandered around the studio while they were filming, and finally ended up at the cafeteria to grab a bite. I sat alone and started checking messages I got on my phone when I felt a presence in front of me and looked up. I was not surprised to see Heidi but I was not pleased either.
"Niall, we need to talk."
I blinked a few times and licked my lips, not really in the mood to discuss with her, but I finally just sighed and put my phone down as she sat down. I noticed she was holding a sheet in her hands and it made me frown. I didn't have time to ask her about it, she simply leaned against the table to move closer to me and instinctively, I moved my upper body away from hers.
"You know you could have just called me." she let out, confusing me and making me frown. "I know you miss me, and honestly I think we should get back together. I forgive you, I know you were a bit lost and..." she shook her head and I was even more puzzled. "It doesn't matter."
I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts back into place but I just licked my lips again. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
She put the sheet on the table and pushed it closer to me. It took me half a second to realize it was my handwriting and after reading only a few words, I knew it was which song of mine.
"Wait, where did you find that? I thought I lost it!"
The song was not finished but as my eyes roamed on the lyrics, I had a bunch of ideas on how to actually complete it and I held my breath.
"I found it in my boxes... the ones from your place that you've had sent to my place." she explained, reaching out to put her fingers on top of my hand.
I stopped moving completely and my eyes dropped to our hands. I felt frozen in place, a bit startled by her behavior and not really knowing how to react.
"What are you doing?" I just asked, my eyes still staring at her fingers brushing gently against my hand.
"You're right. We should get back together, Niall." she added. "I mean, I know you're trying to make me jealous with her but let's be real. Who could really be jealous of her?"
Quickly, I shook my head and pulled my hand away from hers, mad that she would talk shit about my girlfriend again. "Do you even listen to yourself? You know damn well I'm with Liv and.. aren't you with Dylan? I love her, okay! I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, I'm just trying to love her the way she deserves to be loved... the way I failed to love her the first time. And you have nothing to do with any of this. What even makes you think I want to be with you?" I was frowning, getting pissed at her behavior, and I started wondering why I ever wanted to be with her in first place.
"Because of that song! You wrote it for me and put it in one of my boxes for me to find!"
I rolled my eyes, angry that she could even think I wrote one song about her.
"I wrote this about Olivia! I wrote that in the first week I saw her again at the bakery after not seeing her for over a year. It isn't about you, Heidi. It got in one of your boxes by mistake!" I explained a bit rudely, looking in her eyes to make sure she understood. "I love Olivia, not you. You need to let it go, okay? And those instagram posts you make.. For fuck's sake, Heidi! What's the point? Make me feel bad? Alright, I'm sorry I cheated on you, I should have broken up with you before and that was a mistake, okay? Now please, leave me the fuck alone."
Without giving her time to answer, I got up and left her by herself at the table before hiding in Liv's dressing room. I searched for a pen, my heart racing as I feared I'd forget the words dancing around in my head, and finally found one before leaning against the counter. I started scribbling fast, almost dropping the pen a few times as I held my breath. I scratched the first line and quickly replaced it to 'Maybe we are the champagne lovers' and went to the chorus to add a few lines, too.
'So come on love me when the lights burn low Meet me underneath the sheets Cause you got a hold of me baby, enough to pull me back in deep You used to love me when the lights burned low Now we’re tearing at the seams We've both had enough of this, baby, so promise me that when you leave You won’t say you’ll come back to me.'
I stared at the words and re-read them a few times before licking my lips. I was still lost in my thoughts when the door opened and I jumped a little, turning to see my girlfriend walking in. I sent her a fond smile and moved up from the counter as she wrapped her arms around me. I held her close, the paper burning on my fingertips, and kissed the top of her head.
I couldn't stop thinking about the lyrics and remembered exactly how I felt when I wrote most of the song. I missed her and I missed what we had. I didn't like where we were and I couldn't believe she was marrying someone else. The parts about sheets I had added reminded me of when we would hide under the covers and we had done it quite often in the past few weeks, making the whole meaning even more powerful.
"How did it go?"
"Not bad for now." she admitted, moving away. "But I think we'll film the rest an other day. It took longer than it was supposed to."
"Good, then maybe Heidi won't be there when you film the final scene." I suggested, raising my eyebrows.
"Hopefully." she replied with a smile before frowning. "What's that?"
My traits softened and I brought the sheet up again to read the lyrics. "A song. For you."
"Can I hear it?" she asked making me look up. Her eyebrows were raised and she was biting her bottom lip. She was so endearing that I almost said yes.
"Soon, okay?. I need a piano for this one."
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May 19th, 2018
Olivia actually slept a good part of the day and I ended up at the pub with Julia, who was back to California too since her tour was over. I had an other first part for the other half of the tour and I knew I was going to miss her dearly. It was not like me to be super emotional, but with time, Julia easily became one of my closest friends and traveling with her had been a blast. I couldn't pretend that the fact that she listened to me complain about my love life didn't help us to become closer but it would be a lie.
"Where's your girlfriend today? I wanted to see her." I felt my lips curl more as I looked at her and she frowned. "What?"
"Oh no it's just... hearing someone else call her my 'girlfriend' is very cool." I pointed out with a chuckle, scratching the back of my head, feeling a bit embarrassed. I couldn't believe I had said that.
"That's what she is now, right?" Julia asked with a small laugh. "That's what you've wanted for months. You've been complaining about it every single day!"
"What? Come on, don't exaggerate." I argued, raising my nose up.
"I'm not!" she laughed again before getting a bit more serious. "I'm very happy for you, Niall. Now it's time to move forward, you know?"
"Meaning?" I raised my eyebrows after taking a long sip of beer.
"Meaning... plan the future and don't fuck up."
I stared at her and nodded with a small smile. I knew she was right, and she was not the only one who told me to not fuck it all up this time. I really didn't intend to, and I knew I wouldn't. I had lost Olivia before, and I had learned from that. I was not going to lose her again.
I was a bit tipsy when I got back home but she didn't even notice me. I stared at her, wearing only one of my t-shirts and a pair of black panties, standing in front of the tv in the living room as old songs from the 90's played full volume in the background. I was pretty sure I recognized a Backstreet Boys song ending and just as I thought it couldn't be funnier, a Spice Girls song followed and she started dancing and singing very loudly. I started laughing but she didn't hear me because of how loud the music was and it made me happy to know I could watch her a few more minutes. She jumped on the couch and pretended to have a microphone as she sang the lyrics and tried to do the dance and when she just started dancing around my living room, I took a few steps closer and she jumped, putting one of her hands on her chest as if it would help slow down the beatings of her heart.
"Fuck, you scared me!" she let out with a chuckle after pausing the music.
I didn't say anything. I just stared at her with a fond smile, thinking of everything we went through and how much I loved her.
"Move in." I let out as she was taking a sip of wine.
She frowned and chuckled again. "What?"
"Move in with me. Here."
Her lips parted and her eyebrows raised before she let out the air from her lungs quickly from her mouth in a surprised way. She licked her lips and cleared her throat before putting her glass back on the coffee table and taking a step closer.
"Are you... sure you can handle that?"
I knew she was referring to the fact that we were different, but it didn't matter. Yea, she was messy and yea it was annoying, but it was such a small problem and I knew we could compromise. In fact, I knew we'd both be way happier if we lived together and I wanted it. I wanted it so bad I could feel it in my bones.
"Yes." I let out in a low tone. "I want your grumpy face in the morning. I want your way too sweet morning coffee... I-I want your mess all over my fucking house, Olivia. I want to smell you when I step foot here after a long work day. I want to start a life with you. I want you to have your own dressers, not just a few drawers in mine. I want to share everything I have with you. I want to share myself with you."
She pressed her lips together and swallowed and I could swear she was tearing up.
"I want all that, too." she admitted, tilting her head. "I want to spend my life with you, Niall."
My lips curled in a big smile. "Then let's take that step. Move in with me."
It took her about a minute but she finally just chuckled and shook her head. "Okay. Let's do this."
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noroalia · 4 years ago
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please please pleaseee tell me about video game graphics
thank you zero, i owe you my damn life
a side note: i only have experience in Blender when it comes to shading, rendering and similar things, and Dreamy Theatre 2nd is the only Project DIVA game i’ve ever played. i am nowhere near an expert, and this is just a rant so this may or may not be inaccurate oops
OKAY SO. project DIVA. love those games, have been a fan of them since like?? i first found them when i was 12?? so seeing the fact that it now has a Switch release made me really happy, and i’ve been thinking of buying it, since i dont want to clog up my brothers PS3′s memory just for an old PD game, right? the other day though, i stumbled across this video, which compares 4 of the games World is Mine PV’s, right? and i kid you not that when i understood that the Switch version was the top right one, i got. so surprised. because it looks like a downgrade from even the PS4 one, which i personally believe that in this case was a downgrade from the PS3 one. 
turns out, Mega Mix uses toon shaders, which can be really good when used right! but from what i’ve seen in MM, it just looks so weird. 
i just wanna preface by saying that Future Tone is the game that looks the best overall to me; the shaders and effects highlights the models and sets really well, and uses textures (look at Miku’s clothes in Rolling Girl. they’re plasticy, the light reflects on them and the different textures on her models help highlight what is what. and i think Rolling Girl in FT looks REALLY BAD compared to some previous iterations. look at how it compares to F 2nd and how much the atmosphere is ruined in FT. by the looks of it, F 2nd also uses toon shaders, though im not sure)
toon shaders can be extremely effective. they make the characters more cartoony, overriding any textures and making everything look plasticy and smooth. MMD uses toon shaders - and it causes that unique, classic MMD look!! and i love that look!! but the MMD models were made with that in mind. Mega Mix’s models look like direct ports of the PS4 game, aka they weren’t made for toon shaders.
of course, the context of the song and the pv changes the situation drastically! i’ve seen songs like Arifureta Sekai Seifuku where i actually believe the toon shader enhances the colorful, bouncy nature of the song and PV! thats where i think the toon shaders fits, in bright happy songs! the issue is, that very rarely are there PVs like that. most of them use darker tones, grittier sets or just duller colors. for songs with effects, the PS3 triumphs, but overall the PS4 just looks so much better. just look at ODDS & ENDS. F 2nd still holds up, FT looks amazing and then. MM is just. she’s flat. it’s almost as if any sort of color filter or light bounces off her.
my main issue with the toon shader in this case, is that Miku looks washed out. any texture, bump or feature dissapears, in favor for a flat, bright look. note how you can’t see her nose at all? its small, and that makes it blend in. it drowns. any texture in her hair is replaced with a bright shine and an even, uniform color. look at how well the toon shader is utilized in Ghost Rule, and this was made in MMD. the toon shader in MM leaves no room for things like bloom, reflection or shine. it all looks like its absorbed into Miku, and that she exists on a different layer compared to her surroundings.
this was intentional, from what ive heard! SEGA wanted it to look kid friendly, which means cartoony, 2D inspired and simple. but thats pretty stupid, right? when i was 12, i was drawn to the PD games both because of the gritty songs, but also the bright, happy colors. hell, look at PoPiPo! i remember this PV so clearly because the bright colors and the look made me happy, and this was achieved without toon shaders! and its achieved in Future Tone too, like. Look at World’s End Dancehall. It’s all neon colors without a single dark shadow in sight. and that video came out this year, and because of it, i assumed that this was the Switch port! i was wrong, obviously. still the PS4 release.
i’ve seen some people argue that toon shaders were used because the Switch isn’t a powerful console. first of all, it runs games like Witcher 3, BOTW, and so much more. I agree, the Switch isnt the most powerful console! but it could easily run a game like F 2nd, which still has complex effects and shading. and toon shading is still heavy on the CPU and GPU! there’s even a video where they’ve removed the toon shader in Mega Mix, and it still runs well and looks super good. you can see the textures, the small details and it does her model wonders. you can see the wrinkles in her clothes!!!! and this is still on the switch! it looks straight out of Future Tone. and that game is almost 7 years old. the switch could 100% run it with no to minor problems.
but as far as i am aware, the Project DIVA department has been merged with other departments in SEGA, so its very possible this was made because of budget cuts as well. after all, the toon shader probably takes less effort to slap onto a song, especially since it virtually looks the same on every song, and the game itself is basically a smaller port of Future Tone.
this is the only thing ive been able to think about this week honestly, it makes me kinda sad ngl
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scottspack · 4 years ago
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Over a week ago @progmetallesbian created the “Top Ten Niche Interests” tag game and tagged me in it and ive been meaning to do it ever since!!! My lovely wife @got2ghost tagged me in it again today so it’s finally happening:
TOP TEN NICHE INTERESTS
As a preface, ive seen a lot of these from other people and you all have wonderful, very niche interests (ex: amy & chi) and it made me feel like a lame normie when i started thinking about my interests bc apparently im not into anything THAT niche, so these are the things that to me are personally niche and to everyone else are probably just normal things
1. TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR FC: there’s a long unimportant story to how my dad and i became spurs fans but the fact of the matter is that we’ve been following spurs soccer for three years now and it’s an interest i literally ONLY get to talk about with my dad because i have about two (2) friends who are interested in soccer and zero (0) of them watch the EPL. it’s hilarious to me that what is probably my personally most niche interest is the one that is shared by the vast majority of the world. such is the life of being a soccer fan in america :(
2. THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN TRILOGY: this is an old niche and another one that isnt that niche at all but one i feel compelled to include because when i tell you that i was obsessed with this trilogy in elementary school, obsessed is not nearly a strong enough word. i watched all three movies so often that i broke about 2 sets of dvds per movie. i know every possible piece of trivia about these movies. i had every piece of merch from claire’s and hot topic that it was possible to own. my friend and i read about 500 different books on pirates. we called orlando bloom “orly”. i could go on. potc was probably the only thing ive ever been legitimately “hyper-fixated” on and i will defend all three of those movies until i die!!!! if you’ve ever said “i liked the second two but i just couldnt follow the plot” please let me know and i will be happy to explain it to you in excruciating detail!
3. SOLO THRU-HIKE BLOG POSTS: this one i feel can actually count as niche! i fucking love reading blog posts from professional hikers who do crazy long solo thru-hikes. the lewis and clark trail, the appalachian trail, and the te araroa trail in new zealand are some of my favorite to read posts about, but ill read about any solo thru-hikes because i think its fucking bonkers and interesting and complex and inspiring and i hope to never ever do one in my entire life!
4. R/PARANORMAL: i have no reddit experience, i dont have an account, and i never want to actively engage in the reddit community. BUT. i fucking love ghosts and the paranormal so r/paranormal is a treasure trove for fun ghost stories and i read it pretty regularly! a lot of them are silly as youd expect but every now and then there are some really good ones that scare the shit out of me
5. HISTORICAL DRESS YOUTUBERS: it started with bernadette banner and once i had watched pretty much every single video she ever made, i started watching her friend’s channels, and then their friend’s channels. i have no interest in ever dressing historically, i dont really care about fashion, and i will never make my own clothes, but goddamn it if it isnt extremely fun and interesting to watch how passionate these ladies are about their specific niche time period of historical clothing! the talent! the history! its amazing! 
6. INSTAGRAM PINUP MODELS: i honestly cant remember how i stumbled into this world but there is an entire community of classic “pinup” models on instagram who have the most beautiful and creative looks ive ever seen and i now follow like 15 of them and am obsessed with watching them do their hair and makeup 
7. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO (2002): this is the greatest film adaption of a book, the greatest period piece, and the greatest piece of cinema ever created by human kind. im not interested in debating, i just know that im right.
8. ENDLESS OCEAN: endless ocean was a game i owned on the wii as a preteen that i played for like a year and has been living in my head rent free ever since. you play as a scuba diver in the great barrier reef and all you do is go diving and catalog fish for your conservation team. thats it. that’s the entire game. and playing it was the happiest ive ever been in my life!
9. BANDS FC: there’s a guy on twitter who combines bands and soccer clubs to create new logos. ive been following him forever and its one of my favorite things on the internet!!! he puts a ton of time and research into his designs and they’re all so good. fun fact, he’s also a gay ally and once went to battle against british footie homophobes! a true king!
10. CHRISTIAN MYTHOLOGY: idk if it counts as niche if i blog about it on the regular but i have a deep deep love for the aesthetics, stories, and legacies of christianity. i grew up non-denominational christian but have always been (prepare for cringe) a spiritual person, so i have a huge appreciation for all religions! but obviously christianity is fairly ubiquitous in america and the only religion i have any claim to, so it’s a big interest of mine to explore christian mythology and the ways it’s shaped human history
im going to tag @wolfbuddy @eremji @curlytemple and @significationary if yall are interested!
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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 5 years ago
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Can you do one where a jealous ex of Jaskier comes back and tries to sabotage the Reader and Jaskier into thinking the other isnt interested, and the two of them almost painfully part ways before they realize his ex was lying and confess their feelings?
Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,355Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: I popped in some Valdo cuz I couldn’t help myself. Oooops
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The evening started out as perfect as it could be. Jaskier had successfully swallowed his nerves and asked if he could escort you to the betrothal he was performing at and you had eagerly agreed. When the two of you walked into the hall, both beaming and excited (and sickening for poor Geralt who walked in behind the two of you), you felt the night was rife with romance.
And then Millicent walked in.
And then Valdo watched Millicent watch you walk in.
And then the two caught each other’s eyes and just like that, the two began to plot.
The pair of you were blissfully unaware of their machinations as you took your places, Jaskier in the center to perform and you at a table right out front so you could watch and clap along.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” an unfamiliar voice asked and you gave only the briefest glance at the woman who took the seat beside you. Jaskier’s eyes were fixed on you, not seeing anything else.
“Doesn’t he perform handsomely?” the woman asked. Your chest swelled with pride.
“He’s brilliant,” you praised.
“I was worried he wouldn’t come but I’m so glad I was able to convince him to give it another try. To give us another try,” the woman said offhandedly though she slid you a side-glance to check your reaction as the words resonated.
“Wait – what?” you asked, turning to face her.
“Oh, Jaskier is my former beau. Well, used to be former. Former-former I suppose since we have an understanding again,” she said with a tinkling laugh.
“But he- no, he asked me,” you insisted.
“Oh you must be Y/N! He’s told me so much about you! Thank you for being such a good friend to Jaskier as we worked through our little misunderstanding,” she said, clasping your hands. You rose and ran from the hall, not looking back as tears clouded your eyes.
Stupid. So stupid. How could I have thought this was anything more than friendship. At most a distraction.
You muttered the words under your breath as you wandered, not sure where to go but knowing you couldn’t be around either of them.
“Are you well?” a voice asked. You turned and saw a man approach. He was tall and handsome, green eyes filled with tender concern as he approached, offering a handkerchief with an ornate VM sewn into the border in deep emerald. You accepted it and used it to wipe away your tears.
“Pray, what has inspired such sadness in such a lovely woman?” he asked, his voice silk and honey.
“I’ve just been an ass I’m afraid,” you said with a sad little laugh. His shook his head slowly and raised a hand, long fingered and perfectly manicured and soft against your cheek, to wipe away the tears that still fell.
“Perish the thought,” he said fervently, “Whatever has happened, I promise it wasn’t your fault.”
A pained gasp pulled your attention away and you saw Jaskier standing in the entrance, pain-stricken eyes taking in the scene before him. You looked away, unable to bear the sight of him, and Valdo wrapped an arm around you comfortingly as he walked you away, shooting Jaskier a malicious grin you couldn’t see. Jaskier watched helplessly for a moment and then his hurt was replaced with anger and he started for you.
“Jaskier, love,” Millicent cooed, coming out of the shadows to pull him into an embrace.
“Millicent what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, unwrapping her arms and trying to use his lute as a tool to push her back.
“I’ve come to put you out of your misery,” she said sweetly.
“You’re going to murder me?” he asked, warily peering behind her back for hidden daggers.
“No, silly, I’m going to take you back!”
“I’d rather you murder me,” he said darkly, moving to pursue you again though you were already out of sight.
“It’s not like you to chase after women who have clearly chosen other company,” she called after him and he stopped in his tracks, considering her words. It was true that you hadn’t looked like you were being forced in any way. You were gazing into his eyes and you held his handkerchief and maybe, just maybe, he had been wrong about your intentions. Maybe you truly did view him as a friend alone. Maybe, and this was the ugly, jealous side of him that he tried to force back, maybe you had used him to make Valdo jealous and you had secretly always intended to leave with him. Jaskier turned around, Millicent watching him with a faux-sympathetic look on her face, holding her arms open. It would be so easy to fall back into them. To continue this dance until the next time she wanted him out of her life. It would be so easy, but Jaskier was tired of the easy choice. Not when doing the hard thing may have a greater reward. Before Millicent could say anything more, he ran full tilt in the direct he’d last seen you walking.
Valdo had led you to a little bench by the garden, the smell of roses thick in the air, taunting you with their romantic aroma. He kept his arm around you but did not many any untoward moves, simply holding you close as you finished crying.
“I’m afraid this is a rather awkward introduction,” you said with a little laugh.
“Not at all,” he insisted with a smile that was not unkind, “I find that tears are not uncommon when Jaskier de Lettenhove is around.”
“You know him?” you asked.
“I know of him,” he said, a distinct tang of disdain in his voice as he spoke the words. You sighed heavily.
“Am I terribly stupid for assuming I was special?” you asked miserably.
“No,” he said, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, “You are special. That he doesn’t recognize this is a reflection of his own poor taste, not your value.”
You swallowed hard and admired the curl of his hair and the feline grace of his features, the green eyes gazing into yours in a way that was tempting but also… reminded you of the blue eyes you missed.
“Valdo Marx,” a voice rent the air in an angry roar and you jumped back, looking towards the door where Jaskier stood, holding his lute out straight like a sword.
“Jaskier de Lettenhove,” Valdo sneered, his beautiful face curling into an ugly mask of hate.
“Y/N this isn’t what it looks like, I don’t know what he told you but it isn’t true,” Jaskier said.
“So it’s not true that I’m special?” you asked peevishly.
“What? Of course that’s true. But you’re special to me,” he insisted.
“Tell that to Millicent,” You sniffed.
“Millicent is a scheming ex. Do you believe the words of a stranger and a vagabond over mine?” Jaskier asked imploringly. You considered his words and you felt Valdo’s arms tighten around you. You stood quickly and walked over to Jaskier who lowered his lute though his eyes glowered darkly at the bard still sitting at the bench.
“Just answer me one thing, Jaskier,” you said.
“Anything,” he said, his eyes softening as they turned to look at you.
“Why did you ask me here tonight?”
“I asked you because I wanted to walk into the room with the loveliest woman in the land. And more to the point, the woman I love,” he said, the words he’d struggled to parse into rhyme or song suddenly falling from his lips in a sound more beautiful than any song he could contrive. Your face brightened instantly and you leapt into his arms pulling him in for a kiss.
“Does this mean-”
“Yes! Of course I love you, Jaskier, of course I do!” you said, laughing as happy tears fell down your face. He set down his lute and wrapped his arms around you in a deep embrace, the pair of you dead to the world, unnoticing as Valdo awkwardly shuffled around you to stalk back inside.
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likeaflowingwind · 4 years ago
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[An Unimportant List of Unimportant Person]
Writing Challenge #3 - Way(s) to Win My Heart
Had so many [dead]lines this past two weeks, i didn't have time to update my page, which is actually fine since i don’t have any readers except my bestie (shout out to Vq! Luvya!). Can we continue this stuff, even if I have already failed the challenge? Yea we should. I still want to do it anyway. Who made the challenge? Me. Who decide whether we should stop or keep going? Me.
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Way(s) to Win My Heart.
No one's gonna read this I guess, but FYI, these are the things that (probably) make me think and be sure that "this person is something, guess i can finally give the most essential thing in my live : my heart. my world. everything.". (p.s : those are the only thing left, if you expect more, find someone else.)
1. I'll be jump over you, without even thinking about it twice or a hundred times, if you have the same music taste with me. Don't worry. I enjoy almost all genres of music, from rock, pop, ballad, indie, 90s 80s, sobat ambyar, dangdut, k-pop, j-pop, anything (even Nissa Sabyan's). As long as my ear can "accept" the melody, everything can possibly be my favorite. So, recommend me any good music! I'd like to listen to your playlist :)
2. I like "act" more than "words". The guy who doesn't usually talk much, but rather do it right away. Those who dont necessarily say "i love you" in front of my eyes, but rather shows me that he cares, that I meant a lot for his live. And, you know, since I have the so-called "existensial crisis" (which often makes me think I dont belong for anyone, my live will never be important for any people in this world), I'll be glad if he shows me how to make me feel, at least, more confident about my presence. "My happiness depends on your smile." will be the most beautiful grace i have ever received, if i had one.
3. A strong believer who NEVER EVER EVER think that he is the perfect version of human being and everyone is just a sinner. The man who, at one hand, patiently shows me which way to go, but on the other hand is also respect my decision if I think "this one's not right in my heart". If I need time to figure out the truth, I'd be glad if he can give me space and freedom to think.
4. BE MINE IF YOU LOVE CATS! No, but seriously. I met someone, once, who really loves cat. His eyes sparks joy every time he meets random stray cats out there, and believe me, it was... beautiful.
Also, some of my friend will send me some cute cat's pictures when I said "im tired.", "im angry.", or (the very usual one) "im sad." I really appreciate that, for sure.
5. Some people might be happy if someone said "you look gorgeous today!" or "your smile is beautiful!" or "i love your hair!". Instead of those compliments, I'd be more -on the top of the world kinda feeling- if someone said, "You look happier."
In my age, trust me, it's soooooo damn hard just to be happy. I could laugh on jokes without even remember anything about it on the other night. I'd smile everytime my cats give me their cute habit, but when they fall asleep, I'd be back to my 'usual feeling'. Weird, isnt it? I dont know how to win my heart over this. You want to try?
6. I usually attracted (EASILY) to the person who is more knowledgeable than good-looking. Being knowledgeable doesnt mean you have to know everything, any ideas, any theories, any kind of jokes, arts or even political things, in this world. I'd like to see someone's point of view over something and have this meaningful discussion that give me insights and inspirations. I've met someone with this criteria, once. I fell for him a few seconds after he opened his mouth, talking about his college stuff, which made me think "i should be as good as him, someday." Unfortunately, it didnt work cause we have a different nationality and belief. ANYWAY. I needed approximately 6 months to move on, and now, everything is fine. 
7. When someone shows his/her love to kids, I don’t know, it is just.. adorable, beautiful, cute, and cool at the same time. Honestly, i dont really like kids. I love my little brother and that’s all. Some kids are just noisy and full of excitement, which, not really my personal preference lol since i hate noises (it makes my head get dizzy). BUT if you like children, and the most importantly you care them with all your heart, you know how to make them happy, I’d be thinking about being your partner of life forever! I swear.
8. My world will probably be different from anyone else’s. You will never know whats going on inside my head. I wont ever force someone to agree with everything that comes from my perspective, instead, i want him to understand that this is me and these are my thoughts. To win my heart, you have to bare with me and every random things come up from my mind. 
9. ... (akan di update setiap menemukan ide) wkwk
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slut-for-fandoms · 6 years ago
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Paint me yours (kth x reader) PART 1
Pairings: Artist!Taehyung x reader
Genre: smut, fluff, angst (in the following chapters) 
Summary:  You are an art college student who struggles with finances. Until one day, on an exhibition of the arising artist Kim Taehyung, when the same boy offers you a job as his model. Would it be just a simple job or would it complicate your life in ways you have never thought it would?
Warnings: none in this one (perhaps my bad writing and lots of mistakes?) 
A/N: So here is the first chapter. I really don’t know what to think about it as i haven’t written anything in more than a year (so sorry guys but now I am back, yey) I really do hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you would like to be tagged in the series ♥ Enjoy 
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Euphoria. Excitement. Happiness. Exaltation. A complete symphony of colors and emotions. Blue, purple, violet, azure - blended in such a way that glues you to the masterpiece. At places it seems unfinished, raw, as though the creator has been in a hurry. But at the same time it is so detailed that you wonder how long it took him to create it. It represents a woman, or to be more precise, a young girl. Long hair composed with ochre, amber, honey and a hint of gold, covers half of her pale face. Her lips are the perfect combination of red, cheery, wine and auburn. An orderly chaos of colors.
While everything seems just as raw painting, the most capturing features are the eyes. They are so detailed and express the condition of the girl. The sparks that make her look tangible grabs you on a roller coaster of thoughts and feelings and somehow makes you even experience the same state.  I move to the next painting.
Sadness. Affliction. Pain. Torment. The contrast between the used shades is much deeper. Pale yet dark. The more I look at it, the more it captivates me. All of the creations I saw were beyond amazing, complete masterpieces but this one… This one is different. One look and I got this strange feeling in my guts when we anticipate something bad, something that might hurt us.
The background is composed of dark shades, while the girl is sculpted of the pale range of colors. Again, the most detailed parts are the eyes. You get the feeling as if a soul was trapped inside the drawn girl that shows how much she suffers. The more you contemplate, the more you assume that the darkness around her represents the cruel world, while the bright yet shaded colors shows how fragile and broken she is. Is it from the world? What destroyed her? Who made her look like a shattered vase which parts are no longer going to form its beautiful shape?
Holding my glass of champagne I took some steps back and sat on the settee opposite the painting. Thanks god it wasn’t that low as they use to be in other galleries. I crossed my legs which caused the hem of my black dress to roll up slightly. As an art student, I tend to visit many exhibitions in order to get inspiration, gain knowledge of the new and unorthodox styles and improve mine. I can’t say I am complaining as we are given free access to any kind of such events. This is beyond amazing as now I am contemplating the art of one of the rising artists – Kim Taehyung. Honestly, I have never seen him but the critics consider him the new Van Gogh and now I understand why.
When I came I was so uneven about it, all the people here were rich and classy and I, a broken student with a cheap dress borrowed from her friend, had no place here. Everything was out of my league and I felt like garbage disfiguring this place.
“You seem really immersed into the picture.”, someone chucked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw man in golden suit and two glasses of champagne in his hands. His smile was so bright, genuine, that it made me blush slightly, “May I?”, he titled his head towards the settee as if asking if it was free.
“Ye- yeah, of course”, I stuttered and put a lock of fallen hair behind my ear.
His smile grew bigger and he took the free seat next to me.
“Here.”, he gave me one of the glasses. I looked up at him confused, “I saw that you have already finished yours so…”, I looked at my glass which was empty. I might have stayed there for a way longer time that I have thought. I left the glass on the floor next to the settee.
“Thank you.”, I gave him a smile, although inside I was feeling embarrassed, “Very fond of you.”, I said after taking the offered glass.
“Well, I just wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I have left such a beautiful lady sitting here by her side. The champagne was just an excuse to approach you.”, I bit my lip and tried to hide myself due to the blush that crept on my face.
“You are even more appealing when blushing.”, okay, I have never believed I could become so red but here I am.
“Please, stop.”, I stuttered through the smile that just grew bigger on my face.
“Why?”, he tilted his head and asked me with that sweet smirk still placed on his face, his eyes never leaving my figure, “you don’t like honest people?”, as a response I chuckled and tried to gain my dignity and look at him. Why was I such a blushing mess around this… stranger…a handsome stranger?
“It is just that you are the first one to approach me this evening.”, a slight feeling of sadness made my stomach turn as I recall the events, pardon, the lack of them from this night. I started playing with my hands as something as pity overwhelmed me.
“Well-”, his deep baritone voice made me look at him. This time he was facing the painting in front of us which gave me the opportunity to survey him. Soft pink lips, sweet roundy nose, medium long light eyelashes. Skin in the color of bronze and a golden suit that make him look like a god. Aristocratic hands with long fingers, adorned with rings. The way he is holding the glass gives you the thoughts that a prince is sitting oppose you, “It is their lose.”, he states after locking his eyes with mine. And then I’m completely lost. They are just like the sad girls’ in the paintings – full of emotions. I see the same spark that leads directly to his soul. It captivates you. There is love, care, tenderness that make my heart skips a beat. But also you can spot something wild and intriguing. An abyss of feelings kept locked deep inside.
He took a sip of his champagne which caught my attention and made me break the eye contact. How could such a simple action as drinking makes me wanna grab the brushes and paint this gorgeous creature on the canvas?
“I can’t say I am complaining of that.”, I followed his movements and took a taste of my drink, “They seem like they are here only for talking. All of them are just chit-chatting and just at times spare a glance at the paintings. It – It just looks like a gathering of the rich and bitchy class.”, suddenly he burst into laughing. Oh that sound… It was like a soft melody for my years I could listen to all day. It was so infectious and addicting.
“What?”, I asked confused but with a smile plastered on my face.
“I couldn’t have said it more correctly. I’ve met everybody in the gallery and yet you are the only one contemplating the works.”
“Isn’t that what we are supposed to do on an exhibition? But apart from that, these paintings, these masterpieces…”, I took a breath like looking at the sad girl opposite me, “they are captivating. There is life in them, there is soul. Undoubtedly the artist is one of the best I’ve ever come across. Many have the ability to draw, few have the talent to create a masterpiece, something that makes you stop and think. And these here, they indeed convey more than a hundred words.”
“And where do you think that comes from?”, he asks me in that deep voice of his. I turn my attention back on him to see the man already looking at me with a stern expression showing nothing.
“The ability to make a painting live?”, he nodded his head in agreement, “Pain.”
“Pain?”
“Pain. It is always the pain. Why do you think the greatest artists are those who have suffered the most?  Sadness, sorrow, ache, agony… they are different than the other feelings. When something good happens to you, you are happy for a short moment. Usually those moments tends to be forgotten way easier than the moments that our soul was in pain. It is just that the affliction we bottle inside us ruins us in the end. The knots in our stomach, the suffocating feeling in our chest… they are tormenting us and we all need a way to express them somehow, to try to get them out of us. And the answer is always the art. It doesn’t matter whether it would be with a brush or a pen in our hands, if we are going to compose a poem, song or just draw something.  We just want the pain away. For its tight fist around our hearts to weaken, for its dark thoughts to leave us at peace at night, for the tears to stop rolling down and choke us.”, I paused in order to take a sip of my champagne, feeling his eyes following my movements, “That is one of the reasons why I like this one so much.”, I continued pointing at the work before us, “It look as if not only the model had been sad, but also the artist.”, when I turned around he had a sad smile on his face. For a moment I saw the abyss – full of sorrow and regret, pain and affliction.
“You can’t be more right.”, and once again, as he looked up, the door to his soul closed with that stern expression, “That is why I don’t know whether I like this work or not.”
“It recalls a bad event?”
“It recalls the day I painted her.”
My eyes were so wide that surely they were going to pop out of my head. I opened my mouth, then close it, then opened it again. I was so shocked that I could say nothing.
“I still remember how heartbroken she was.”
“You- you are the artist?”, my voice raised an octave higher and I cursed myself.
“Surprised?”, he asked smiling at my shocked expression.
“You just caught me off guard.”
And then the rest of the night kind of slips my mind. I don’t really know how long we’d been talking through various topics. Whatever felt like hours had only been half an hour once I saw the watch on my hand.
“Unfortunately, as a host, I need to make a speech. It was nice to meet you -”
“(Y/N)!”, answering I took his hand as he helped me get up from the settee.
“(Y/N).”, he said tasting my name and I could not miss the way his tongue rolled and the deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, “A beautiful name for a way more gorgeous girl.”
“Why are you trying to make my blush so hard?”, I asked trying to hide my face.
“I don’t know. I just like it.”, he shrugged with a smile, “Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”, is it just me or he just lowered his voice on purpose while saying my name.
“O-Of course.”, out of nervousness I started playing with my own hands which only made his smirk grow bigger.
“Would you like to be my model, darling?”
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aquoreus · 5 years ago
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VERSES TBA
- Fairy Tail; likely using the ramble from >here< or possibly it could just be a ‘generic’ verse for the ‘mage/guild/adventurer’ settings? hmm 
- Miraculous Ladybug! i can just see her being a new student and all and getting akumatized oops. But also i want a variation/verse just inspired by the ideas, where she’s a ‘normal girl with a normal life-’ BUT SHE HAS A SECRET!! Pls yes she wants to be a superhero okay     (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
- some kind of fantasy verse where she can meet werewolves and all sorts. she might be a princess or water spirit idk. i can imagine her being from a town/village that like, worships a water goddess or something, and lisia’s line attends to the shrine and idk. maybe not. i’ll keep thinking.
- a different modern verse. she’s a popular youtuber doing all sorts of different videos, like hair/makeup tutorials, singing and dancing and little funny mini movies and random vlogs. and sometimes she pairs up with other youtubers and they get into some antics. i actually keep picturing her making vids with this other oc of mine who isnt on a blog, but they’d go ‘investigating’ and make such a mess. 
- this water lovin’ gal has to ‘join’ Team Aqua. but she’s Dumb and easily manipulated in some ways, so has no idea what their true goal is, she just thinks they love water pokemon and that they want to look after the oceans. she probably wouldn’t be an active member as such, but a supporter and dkjnfkd i have ideas for a few things
- she grows up in Kalos, not Hoenn, she never becomes an Idol and instead goes on a pokemon journey herself. i started doing an IC playthrough of Y for her forever ago, this verse would be kiinda based on that.
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