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day 307* + bonus, OP as an actual werewolf for a day and the very lovely @guillotinegf (not a werewolf, a cat, but still the best part of the post) under the readmore!
awoooooo and meow 💙🩷
(+ original phone sketch)
#werewolf a day#werewolf art#werewolf#lycan art#sketch#lycan#furry#art#halloween#normal art will resume…tomorrow??#anyways . I love my girlfriend. y’all better throw urselves off a cliff for them rn
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Cure...Pumpkin?!?!?!
(Happy Halloween!)
#cure pumpkin#battamonda#hirogaru sky precure#villains!#precure outfits#my art#Say hello to the cure that has helped keep me on track#As soon as I realised I was scheduled to start posting hirogaru sky cures on halloween#I just knew I had to do this#normal service resumes tomorrow
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Mm. I guess… I didn’t get a lot of pictures to enter with, in the end. But I think I learned something? Photography is like fanfic of the world. It’s transformative, and maybe sometimes it’s staged and posed. But sometimes art is contrived, isn’t it? Sometimes you just say “well what if there was only one bed” because that’s how the story works.
Idk. I probably won’t pursue it seriously, but it was nice to learn. Even if…. Well, i’m constantly fighting the urge to be a pretentious gatekeepy bitch because the spectres of “the real ones who are suffering because of stolen resources” still haunt me
Judging is closed, and it looks like we’ll be resuming the normal battling schedule next week. We should be getting the results in tomorrow!
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Day 7 of Flumbo Arts Week! That's all folks! Normal Flumbo programming will resume tomorrow 🌞
American Gothic by Grant Wood
Flumbo Gothic 👽🫛
#alien oc#artists on tumblr#flumbo bean#flumbobean#oc#character art#digital art#digital illustration#edamame#alien#grant wood#american gothic
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Two things will be happening this week:
1. It is Atsushi Sakurai's one month since his passing tomorrow and this blog may or may not also get bombarded with posts.
2. I'm resuming my dive into Rise of Phoenixes as I keep trying to find decent novel translations, plus possibly yet another show rewatch, so there's that.
I am incredibly upset that flights back to Japan are double the price they should be at the moment so I will not be able to go to Atsushi's memorial nor to what is very likely to be Buck-Tick's last concert after 36 years now that we've lost him, so just a warning to you fine folks who also follow me on my main (which has been receiving the brunt of my sobbing) I will probably not be normal about any of this until the new year when all is said and done and the situation is beyond doing anything about.
Anyway, thanks to all of you for tolerating my swings in this or that direction around here. I try to keep it vaguely interesting in the face of no new ST content, even though the death of yet another legend is not what I bargained for- especially at just 57 years old. I just.....how???? I can't go down this rabbithole again. He basically died on stage mid song, an artist can ask for no better way to call it after 36+ years of art. Just hug your loved ones, ok? Go to that concert you keep saying is too expensive. Do that thing you've been putting off. Just go and do the things and see the people you want and for fuck's sake enjoy them!!
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It’s been a strange, novel week for me. On Monday, I moved into a new studio to work on my art, a shared space full of new people and things. I found the place via attending regular kroki/life drawing sessions every week in the city, also a new thing I picked up. 2023 I will not be a little hermit crab, and try to be social.
I was, to be honest, incredibly self-conscious about being there, and my usual awkward self. I drew birds a lot to cope, until I felt more at ease. (Birds are very forgiving little things.)
I assumed it was meant for Very Serious Artists who didn’t have a lot of drawings of beloved blorbos hidden in their portfolio. I also felt a bit of a fraud, like I didn’t deserve to be there. I then met the resident artists, and found I wasn't surrounded by people who would judge me, but fellow nerds with video game tattoos, and ones who liked and encouraged my art. I've been pegged for the neuro-divergent nerd I am, and I’m now comfy enough to draw what the hell I like in the space I pay for.
For my patrons, a thousand thanks for your patience. You've been very kind for what is essentially a week of me nervously drawing birds and naked people instead of working on your commissions. I feel much more comfy in my skin in the studio, and normal service will resume tomorrow.
I am very glad I did this and tried the new thing, as I feel I'm on the cusp of something being there. Thank you again for everyone who has supported my art ether by commissioning me, encouragement, even reblogs. It’s actually helped get me to a place I never thought I’d go to.
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Wow, this week blew by faster than I expected! Things are progressing smoothly in the ol' creator's dungeon. Timepiece Episode 4 is on schedule for March 24th, and I'm developing a better rhythm when it comes to creating comic pages.
I'm hopeful that I'll be able to make more pages when college resumes, now that I understand my routine better. (Gotta stay clear of the mind-numbing corners of the youtubes)
Still trying to get things rolling with normal art stuff. I would love to make more artist and writer friends, but currently I'm either locked away in the previously mention dungeon, or neck deep in college papers and still life drawings. It's frustratingly hard to meet people these days, and without an all consuming pop culture interest to latch onto, I'm not likely to find many friends out on the internet either.
It doesn't help that I'm deathly afraid of being judged or misperceived by those around me, whether because of my art and interests or my generally cautious disposition. Luckily my friends are still chill! (Love you guys) I just hold out hope that I have the opportunity to discover some colleagues with similar interests and values.
That's all for this week! Lots of work, some time to relax, and now back into the maelstrom of college tomorrow!
--Isaac @Caasib
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05/31/23
from the beginning...
i don’t have a teaching degree and yet here i am going into my third year of teaching art to elementary students. i graduated out of college with a degree in graphic design and an art minor amid the covid-19 aftermath, and had no career options planned. no one was hiring and i was writing cover letters and sending resumes every day, until i saw a posting for an itinerant art teacher.
if you are my age... you probably have no idea what an itinerant teacher is. basically, it is when you teach at a bunch of different schools to compensate for large grade levels that can’t see their normal specials teachers once a week.
anyways, i went for the job and three years later i am leaving my itinerant position to become a full time art teacher. i can’t say anyone (let alone myself) saw me becoming an art teacher. i love art, but i saw myself in some urban office setting with people my age, working over a computer screen and making deadlines for different company’s graphic design needs. think of 2012 buzzfeed, that was the dream.
now, i actually can’t imagine working with just adults. kids say the craziest shit and do it with a straight face... they sneeze on you, they tell you their honest opinion on everything (your appearance is not spared), and they can look you in the eye while picking your nose. but, they also give me purpose, and tell you that you are the best artist they have ever seen, giving me the confidence and drive to create the best lesson plans for them. i do it for them.
so, if you are a teacher, or you want lesson ideas for your elementary school pals then keep reading. tomorrow we go to our last day of the program that gives me my teaching degree for free !
-snowmanmaniac
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here’s something fun, the inktober i started today (and that goes with the theme i am following) did not get finished. why, you may ask? consider: i got sidetracked. To put it simply, I have recently dyed my hair silver, and my purple shampoo, was not.. purple.. Toner.. shampoo.. this has been an update on my life
#you know that scene in howls moving castle when he fucks up his dye job and wails in misery for like an hour? that was my thursday night#inktober normal theme will resume tomorrow with fun taz stuff#inktober 3#inktober#hair#self portrait#digital art#this is just a 5 minute doodle but i Am doing it this year its gonna happen#inktober 2019
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Broken - Yandere Scaramouche x Reader
Written by: Eve
You like to think of people as layers. Different personas, alter egos, public facades, they stack up to form a person, stranded in their own cobweb of lies. People will deny, cheat, bargain, sin. No one is to hold any accountability, really - it is just how human nature works.
Peeling back those layers, meticulously and with intrigue, is a particular penchant of yours. In your mind, you will always think: What are they hiding? What do they really want?
Had you learnt the art of understanding people earlier on, you would not be in this situation.
Scaramouche is a tight fisted hand at the throat, unyielding and deprecating. One wrong move, and you risk getting your windpipe crushed; but if you are conciliatory enough in your approach, patient enough to bear with his abrasive personality, he just might spare you.
He is unreasonable, morally reprehensible, and will not hesitate to resort to heinous methods to get what he wants. He is someone that you would normally hate.
Even so, you have come to know him, to even get close to him, because you had been so stupid and vulnerable - curious, even.
At the very least, you are probably the person who understands him the most. Scaramouche is not evil all of the time; believe it or not, he has his own fair share of benevolent acts (albeit they do not occur often, and for the rest of the time he's quite the jerk). Wrapping a scarf around you during the biting cold days in the winter, dressing the wounds you had received during your endeavours. He can be kind for a brief, fleeting moment; the next minute, he becomes stone cold, impervious to emotions. Tomorrow, he will hiss at you, calling you a sanctimonious bitch when you tell him not to slap you again. The day after, he resumes his benign self, guiltily offering to put on your coat.
The way he switches character so subliminally, it leaves you confused and scared.
All you know this: the more you try to learn about him, the less you will understand. You could be wielding a scalpel and dissecting his brain to bits, and you will still come to comprehend none of his thoughts.
You know that he has killed many. And yet, you are a person who believes in second chances, and that he is deserving of redemption. Although he is extremely reticent of his past, you are aware that his creator had disposed of him, merely perceiving him as a failed experiment and not as a sentient being. What he is today is not his fault, and you must be forgiving. Which is why, even as the years pass, you remain with him. At least, that is what you like to tell yourself.
In reality, you are terrified of him. He is a true sadist, getting a laugh after nearly making you cry, and his petulant sulking can escalate to a violent rage so fast that it's scary. But it is far, far too late for escape, and he will be unrelenting in making sure you stay by his side for eternity. Failing to understand him, to treat him exactly like how he wants you to, is the quickest path to death. Because if he can't have you, no one will.
Regardless, you like to imagine that when you have finally peeled off all his layers, you will find not a malicious core, but an empty husk of nothingness.
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Scaramouche has an affinity to the innocent. They are the easiest to manipulate and toy with, both which he takes pleasure in. All of the people he has encountered so far have been so naive - ridiculously so, that it is starting to bore him.
But you are different. You do not treat him with the usual expressions of fright, nor do you start off with some highfalutin inquiry about his wellbeing (the latter had been done by Yae Miko and it had really annoyed him. He had treated it as the conversational phlegm that it is - spat onto his hands, leaving him unsure of what to make of it). Rather, when you had first met him, you did not draw your blade or run. You had done nothing.
He is glad to have met you. Your very existence arouses sparks of interest in him, as degrading thoughts plague his mind; he wonders, when you are prostrated in front of him and begging for his forgiveness, what kind of expression will be on your face?
But as time goes by, he finds himself wanting... comfort. He knows that he is not a person that is pleasant to be with, but you have shown nothing but kindness for him. You like him, he thinks, and you are waiting for him to return the favour. Though he tries to hide it, he enjoys your company a lot more than he'd like to admit.
But Scaramouche isn't one to play easy, because Archons forbid he succumbs to something as trivial as feelings.
He is a mere puppet, after all; had he ever felt genuine love, he would do well to stay away from you.
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A sheet of grey blankets the sky. Usually, the weather does well to match your mood; you feel hopeful, and the sky would be a resplendent shade of blue. As of now, you feel like an utter wasteland inside.
The traveller's grave is right in front of you. Lumine was never particularly close with you - in fact, you've only met her once, during the Windblume festival - but she had always struck you as a kind and strong soul, having fought literal Gods with resilience. So it has come as a surprise to you, really, as to how quickly Scaramouche's hands had found her neck.
"She tried to take you away from me," he says. Inside, you are angered by the indifference in his tone - he was mocking her death. "Said I was abusing you." He turns to you, and the smile on his face makes your skin crawl. "But I'm sure this is enough to convince you that she won't impede our relationship anymore."
"You're disgusting," is all you can manage. You are disgusted at yourself as well, because you do not mourn Lumine's death for long. Now, you are more worried at the thought of people convicting him. Regardless of how badly he has treated you and everyone else, you still don't want that happening.
You are disgusted at yourself because you can't imagine life without him.
He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your stiffened body. "You don't see how this is alright," he mumbles into your ear. "You don't see how it could ever be." His arms tighten around you. "But I promise you, nothing will ever come between us."
The metallic smell of blood wafts around him, coiling into your nose and throat. It chokes you.
He has always had the scent of blood on him. It serves as a crude reminder to you: that you are a sinner for loving him. His warmth envelopes you, and he hugs you so tightly that the world around you drowns away, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of his erratic heartbeat.
This is wrong, wrong, wrong.
But horrifyingly enough, you return his embrace.
#yandere genshin impact#yandere scaramouche#yandere genshin x reader#yandere genshin#yandere x reader#eves works
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Yours To Keep
As I lay down, I glanced at my clock. 3 am. I normally don’t have a problem with falling asleep, but I guess my anxiety was getting the best of me. What can I say? I was too excited. It was like the stars finally align.
Was this too good to be true? Most likely. Is like, I think I’m not deserving of him. After all, he could have any girl he wanted, someone more famous, talented, or from the same industry as him. So…why me?
Don’t get me wrong, I always had the biggest embarrassing crush on him, and naturally, when we first met, I couldn’t contain my nerves. It was at the That’s What They All Say release party, and my best friend Josie, being a popular influencer, managed to get invited and knowing about my crush on him, made it her mission to get me to attend the party with her.
“No, you’re crazy I’m not going”
“Y/N this is your chance to meet your celebrity crush, what you’re so scared about?”
“I’m not scared, I’m just saving myself from the disappointment”
“And why would you be disappointed?”
“It’s nothing, never mind” you said looking away from her gaze.
“Don’t be like that c’mon, you know you can tell me”
“It’s kind of embarrassing”
“I’m sure it’s not, and even if it is who do you think I am to judge you?” she smiled at you.
“I guess I’m too delusional for thinking that there could be a possibility that if I met him, he would like me back” I looked down.
“That’s not embarrassing at all, it’s cute. You shouldn’t beat yourself for feeling like that. But I guess that if you don’t go, you’ll never find out”
And this is how I ended up in the middle of Jack’s album release party. It ended up not being as bad as I thought as Josie made sure to remain close to me and introduce me to people, she knew taking into consideration my nerves when I’m around people I don’t know. Which completely ease my nerves and made me loosen up a little.
Suddenly everyone started making some noise and clapping, and as I moved my gaze to where everyone was, I realized it was Jack that just arrived at the party. It was an interesting thing to see, is like the popular guy who everyone loved and wanted to be.
“Girl you’re down bad for him” Josie commented laughing as she noticed your lost expression when looking at him.
The party resumed as if nothing, and you were surprisingly having a good time. Suddenly, someone bumped into you and spilled their drink on you.
“Hey, watch where you’re going” Josie exclaimed at the person.
“I’m so sorry” Jack said as he turned around.
You were too stunned to speak.
“Great you just ruined my friend’s dress”
“Josie!” you called her out.
“No, she’s right. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you.
“That won’t be necessary, it's fine really”
He smiled at you.
“I’m Jack”
“Y/N”
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before”
“Oh, you haven’t, I came with my friend Josie…she’s an influencer, I’m only a college student”
“What you study?”
“Fine Arts”
“I’m impressed”
“It’s nothing to be impressed about, I bet you surround yourself with more interesting people”
“Is that so? Because right now I think you’re the most interesting person in this room”
You blush in response.
And the rest was history.
You snapped back to reality when you felt Jack shift next to you.
“Babe, it's 3 in the morning, why are you awake?” he asked softly caressing your arm.
“It’s nothing, go back to sleep”
“Are you feeling anxious?” he asked sitting in bed.
“It’s not like that really, I just couldn’t sleep”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I was just reminiscing about the first time we met”
He smiled to himself.
“Like it’s crazy that we already been together for a year, I just can’t believe it”
“I can” you turned to look at him.
“How so?”
“You’re my soulmate. I thought you into my life and you just fell from the sky onto my lap. It’s as easy as that” he smiled at you.
“Yea but why me? You could have any girl you wanted”
“I can say the same thing about you”
He kissed you.
“I’ll tell you something, I was going to wait for tomorrow to give you this over dinner, but I think right now it feels right”
He glanced into his bedside table and showed you a black velvet box that he opened exposing a beautiful T narrow diamond ring.
“It’s a promise ring. I know you’ve always had your doubts about us, and I don’t blame you. So now that we are already one year together, I wanted to express my appreciation to you and promise you that I would remain committed to you and I would make sure you never have any doubts about being with me”
“Jack, I don’t know what to say….”
“You can say yes”
You just nodded your head from excitement.
He was indeed too good to be true.
#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x you#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow one shot#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow concepts#bf!jack#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow fic
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My Friend’s Father (Part Five)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References
Words: 1,848
Notes:
I have decided to make this into a series.
Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.
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YOUR POV
Two weeks had passed since you visited your friend Denise in Dublin and it was time for the annual Galway Arts Festival.
Denise had been working on a photography project for the past year and had been nominated for a student award in Galway as part of which ten of her photographs were being displayed during the Arts Festival.
Whilst, as you had expected, Cillian didn’t contact you, you knew that he would be there to support his daughter. Being an artist himself, he was very proud of her and her work and he supported her projects not only mentally but also financially with the caveat that she would finish her degree at Trinity College.
Unlike him, he didn’t want her to drop out of university even though she hated it and you certainly understood his reasoning.
Contrary to Denise, you had no creative bone in your body. You enjoyed art and theatre, but weren’t an artist or performer yourself. Instead, you were an A Grade Law Student who had become rather bored in Galway and had recently applied for a scholarship to Oxford University.
Reading was your passion and you had always been known as a geek. In school, you were the girl that no one liked, nerdy, not interested in fashion or social media and wearing braces, which, luckily, had been removed three years ago.
You were shy and it was only for Denise that you came out of your shell. She was popular in school, mostly due to her name, but also because she was generally confident and, over the years, she helped you gain confidence especially after you had left high school.
But, today, you knew you would be questioning your gained confidence once again since, first of all, you would be seeing Cillian again and the truth was that you couldn’t stop thinking about him in an intimate way and, secondly, you were featured completely naked on some of Denise’s photographs.
Whilst the photographs were artistic and not sexual in any way and your most intimate part wasn’t visible on them, it bothered you knowing that people you disliked would see you so vulnerable and you couldn’t remember why you had agreed to being photographed like that.
The other woman who Denise chose to photograph was Amalie. She was 23 and had been Denise’s friend for a while as well but, unlike you, she began modelling professionally when she was just 16. You all went to the same private school together and, clearly, her lifestyle had been largely financed by her parents. She always wore expensive clothes and had no interest in pursuing a career other than modelling, which barely sustained her lifestyle considering the few small jobs she got.
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Just as you served your last cup of coffee to an elderly lady sitting in the corner of the café you were working at, you saw Denise, Amalie and two other friends of Denise walk in.
‘Hey guys, take a seat. I will be right with you. I am just about to finish my shift’ you said as you hung up your apron.
‘Please tell me you will get changed before the Gallery opening tonight?’ Amalie asked somewhat weirdly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sat down at the table with her, Denise and the others before ordering some coffees for yourselves.
‘No, I thought I would go like this’ you said sarcastically, looking down at your coffee-stained clothes.
‘I bought a dress for tonight’ you then said, after Amalie didn’t seem to sense your sarcasm.
‘Right’ she then said as she flicked through Instagram and you simply looked at Denise who shrug her shoulders.
‘What are you looking for?’ you asked curiously as her eyes seemed to be glued to her phone.
‘She is looking to find more photos of my dad and Laura Jennings’ Denise said, rolling her eyes.
‘Laura Jennings, as in the actress?’ you asked, causing Amalie to nod.
‘Yes, apparently they have been dating’ Amalie then confirmed, causing you to swallow harshly. You knew that you shouldn’t care but you couldn’t help it. Knowing that Cillian was seeing someone made you feel ill.
‘And you care about that why?’ you then asked Amalie after an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine.
‘Apparently, just like you, Amalie thinks my dad is a DILF’ Denise huffed out before telling you how disgusting you all were.
‘Well, he is though…he is super hot’ Amalie then joked before carrying on. ‘And I don’t understand how you don’t know about Laura Jennings and whether this is true or not. You need to find out’ Amalie then said but Denise simply shook her head.
‘My father doesn’t share this sort of stuff with me and I certainly don’t want to know about his sex life, thank you very much. In so far as I am concerned, he doesn’t have sex, ever…yuck! Also, I would appreciate if you could not talk about my dad anymore, please. It grosses me out’ Denise said and you knew that, all of this had become a common occurrence ever since the day the first episode of Peaky Blinders aired on BBC, a show which Denise refuses to watch herself because of the heavy sexual content and a show which you, only a week ago, had begun to binge watch.
Cillian’s POV
When Cillian walked into the basement after you had left, he immediately saw the small folded up note you had left him but, reading it, made him somewhat uncomfortable.
He was torn about what to do with it and certainly knew that he should ignore it. He couldn’t see you again even if he wanted to.
The fact that you were 23 years younger than him and that you were his daughter’s best friend made it all wrong and highly inappropriate and he didn’t know what had gotten into him in the first place when he gave into you.
He had never felt attracted towards you in any sort of way until that last visit which was the first time had seen you since you and your family had moved away.
You changed in many ways and he wasn’t sure what it was that he liked about you. But what he knew was that it was more than just sexual attraction, which was usually something he knew how to supress.
With that in mind, he placed your note into his wallet and decided to ignore it for now. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it out.
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With his bags packed it was time for him to return to Manchester and resume filming of the final season of Peaky Blinders.
The first week of filming went well and Cillian decided to spend the weekend with his friend, fellow actress Laura Jennings. Cillian and her had developed a friend with benefits sort of relationship. No strings attached and no feelings involved. After his divorce from Denise’s mother, he wasn’t ready for anything else and Laura would certainly not have been the type of woman he would have wanted a relationship with in the first place.
Unlike him, she wasn’t press shy and, whilst they kept their arrangement a secret as best as they could, she was otherwise quite active on social media.
Cillian, on the other hand, only maintained a private Instagram account with the sole purpose of being able to check on his children. Whilst they were adults, he was still worried about them, especially Denise who had recently gotten herself in a lot of trouble after distancing herself from this Jeremy boy.
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‘Another wine?’ Laura asked as Cillian was relaxing on top of the doonas, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs, after they had spent the last hour doing exactly what friends with benefits would do after not having seen each other for over two weeks due to busy filming schedules.
‘Yes please…thanks’ he responded as he reached for his phone after a notification had popped up.
It was his daughter Denise who had posted on Instagram and, since she hadn’t posted for a while, he decided to check it out, hoping that she wasn’t with Jeremy again.
To his surprise, three new pictures of Denise and her friends showed up when he opened the APP and, one of them, there was you.
In the picture, you were wearing accompanied by a man in his late twenties, wearing a suit while you were wearing a dark blue dress and he couldn’t help but wonder who the man by your side was.
You looked simply stunning, with your hair long and open and your shoulders exposed. You were wearing only a little bit of make up and showed your beautiful smile.
‘There you go Mr Murphy’ Laura then said as she returned to the bedroom with another glass of wine, pulling Cillian’s phone out of his hand and climbing on top of him.
‘Round Two?’ she then asked eagerly as she reached for another condom, but Cillian’s thoughts were elsewhere entirely.
‘Maybe tomorrow, I am tired. It has been a long week, sorry’ he explained, causing Laura to pout with disappointment.
But the second round never eventuated as Cillian left Laura’s house the following morning to drive back to Manchester to resume filming.
On his way back to Manchester, he called his daughter Denise to check on her and while he did, he enquired about your companion on the Instagram posts.
‘Why do you want to know?’ Denise asked somewhat confused but Cillian played it cool.
‘He looks familiar, that’s all. Didn’t he go to your school?’ he then asked, playing dumb.
‘Oh god no, he is 29. His name is Connor and he is an accountant. Y/N wouldn’t date anyone our age. You know she isn’t a normal 21-year-old’ Denise joked, referring to your nerdiness and intellect.
‘Apparently not’ Cillian chuckled before asking another question about the stranger on the picture. ‘So, they are dating?’ he asked.
‘I think they went on two or three dates or something. Why do you care?’ Denise asked.
‘No reason. I was just wondering’ Cillian confirmed before changing the topic.
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Blind Date - Cale Makar
This was partially inspired for Devon’s love of complimenting Cale on social media
Word Count - 1.6k
Cale knew he was running late. The latest mindset book he was reading caught his attention and he didn’t realize it was time to leave until he was already going to be late. He has no idea why he agreed to this. “Devon wants me to go out more, but this is getting ridiculous,” he thinks. Devon and his wife have a neighbor who also apparently needs to get out more and the two of them thought Cale and this mystery person will be attached at the hip afterwards and convinced or bullied (he’s not sure which) Cale into this. He changes out of joggers, putting on better pants as he receives another text from Devon. Devon has been repeatedly reminding Cale of the “date” they had arranged to make sure he doesn’t bail. He puts on his shoes before grabbing his keys and wallet before running out the door, pausing only briefly to check the door.
He heads out of the elevator and pulls up the directions on his phone. They set them up in a diner that was a short walking distance away from his building. Not bothering to drive, he leaves the building, heading in the general direction of the diner. Devon thinks he’ll be safe with the baseball game having already started and the quiet nature of the diner, but Cale isn’t completely convinced. Devon texts him again, probably reminding him of his “date” to make sure he doesn’t leave the poor girl stranded. He sees the diner and stops in front of it sighing before running a hand through his hair, a poor attempt to fix the messy strands. “I really should have taken more time to get ready,” he thinks as nervous energy fills his stomach, unusual for him. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before entering.
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KJ looks up as the door opens. A boy approximately her age walks in, waiting patiently for the hostess to greet him. Sighing, she drops her gaze back to her phone in hopes Kerry or even Devon texts her back with any updates on the guy. He was ten minutes late at this point and Kerry was getting slower in her responses to her messages. Glancing back up she sees the hostess leading the guy to her table. She places her phone away as he approaches, giving him a shot even if he was ten minutes late at this point, noting his red cheeks.
As he pulls out the chair he begins to speak, “Hi. I’m Cale. I am so sorry I’m late. I got caught up in a book and lost track of time.”
“Oh. It’s okay. It happens. I’m KJ by the way. What book?” KJ asks, surprising herself with her response.
His eyes widen, “Oh, um it's called, Zen Putting, by Bob Rotella. It helps with mindfulness and focusing on the process rather than the result.”
“Do you golf much?” She asks.
“Mainly in the summer, not much now. Work picks up this time of year but the concepts talked about are applicable to other things.”
“That’s cool. Have you read a lot of books on mindfulness?”
“Ya. Actually my dad is really big into mindset and he introduced it to me when I was fourteen. It helped me a lot and is something I still work on.” She watches the way he speaks, sometimes almost stumbling over his words but shows interest in it. They continue talking about anything that comes to mind until his voice begins to show signs of breaking as the waitress appears.
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Cale looks up as the waitress approaches. Quickly glancing at the menu, he finds something that is loosely diet approved and would work. As KJ orders, he finds himself looking her over. He notices the way she responds to the waitress, eyes kind as she talks to the waitress. Once they’re done, they resume talking.
“What made you come to Denver?” He asks.
“Oh, they had a good collections program and was interested in that,” she replies.
“Wait really, like museum stuff?”
“Sometimes. It depends on where because a lot of universities might not have museums but will have collections from other things.”
“That's cool,” he replies. Their food comes and they continue to talk throughout their meal. They have a relaxed discussion and Cale really enjoys himself as he notices himself relaxing more throughout the conversation. Cale excuses himself to use the bathroom.
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KJ watches the waitress come while Cale, dropping off the check. She handed her her credit card opting to cover the bill. Smiling, the waitress takes the card and leaves. Cale returns as the waitress drops off the card
“Hey, I was going to cover that,” he says once the waitress leaves.
“Too bad,” KJ replies with a smirk, “you can get the next one.”
“Oh, I see how it is. You expect to see me again?” he replies. He folds his lips to bite back a smirk but fails. “Do you want to walk around the park for a bit?”
“Sure,” KJ replies as she grabs her phone before standing, letting Cale take the lead, following him out of the restaurant. Following him out she reflects on the past hour and a half talking to Cale. She enjoyed herself and the conversation never seemed to get dull. She also noticed that he got more relaxed with hints of a canadian accent sneaking out but his cheeks always remained pink.
The sidewalk widens and Cale pauses for a second to let KJ catch up. They resume talking. As before, the conversation flowed and their strides match perfectly. KJ feels relaxed as they walk by an avs poster featuring Cale.
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Cale tenses up when he sees the poster, not expecting there to be posters up of him yet.
“Did you come this way to see your face,” she jokes.
Cale turns even more red than usual. “Oh god,” he mumbles. “I forget how soon posters will go up sometimes and didn’t realize it was that time yet. It does get annoying to see your face everywhere in case you’re wondering,” he relies with a soft smile.
“I bet,” KJ replies, “I was on the performing arts council in high school and had my face on a banner outside the school for months to help fundraise. It was horrible.”
Laughing, Cale leads the way to a secluded overlook within the park he frequently visits. He checks in with himself and notices how comfortable he feels. Maybe Devon was right, but he doesn’t need to tell him that. Walking up to the overlook, Cale notices the sky beginning to turn colors. They walk up to the fence and Cale decides to take a half step closer to KJ, moving into her personal space. Looking up, She catches his eye and moves closer, allowing him to tuck her into his side as they watch the sunset. Cale feels himself relax more, allowing himself to enjoy the contact and the view as the sun sets.
When the sun dips below the horizon, Cale pulls back as he bites back a yawn. He has training camp again tomorrow and knows he should call it a night soon. “Hey, where’d you park,” he asks, knowing Devon lived a fair distance away.
“Oh, I took the train,” She replies.
“Oh, I can drive you home if you want,” he offers.
“I can take the train. It's actually probably easier, especially because you’re tired.”
Cale blushes, “Here, let me atleast walk you to the station. Is union station the one you’re using?”
“Ya, that's probably easiest.”
“You’ll text me when you get home right?”
“Um, if I get your number I will,” she chimes back at him, causing him to pull out his phone.
“Oh shit. Um, here,” he says as they exchange phones, Cale fighting back another blush.
They return their phones and head back, this time taking the longer path. They walk in a comfortable silence through the mostly quiet park, passing a few dog owners and couples along the way and exchanging small smiles as they pass. Once they return back to the buildings, their pace picks up as they return to the normal chaos of the city.
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They make their way to the station both lost in thought. They walk side by side, each in their personal space, but neither one is uncomfortable with that. They slow down once the station’s sign becomes visible, wanting to savor their last few minutes together.
They reach the entrance and Cale turns to face KJ, opting to pull her into a hug. “Text me when you get home, yeah?” he murmurs into her ear.
His deep voice causes her to shiver slightly. She nods, inhaling his scent for the first time before pulling away. They say their goodbyes for the time being. Cale watches her walk into the station. He waits a few seconds before heading to his building. He decides to take the stairs, climbing up the flights to pass the time. He gets to his floor, checking his phone for any missed messages from KJ. Devon texts him again, probably annoyed at the lack of response. Ignoring that, he gets ready for bed, replacing his contacts with glasses and packs what he’ll need for tomorrow to kill time. He hears his phone chime and he races across the room to get it, seeing a text message appear. Unlocking his phone, he sees a message from KJ.
Kj: home [insert picture of the inside of a door]
Cale: ty. Let’s meet up again soon. I’ll cover dinner this time
Kj: 👍
Cale smiles as he heads to his bedroom, turning off lights along the way before crawling into bed and placing his glasses on the nightstand and falling asleep.
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Home Reading 18+
Dilf!Chan, biker!chan, kindergarten teacher!reader
Basically Chris' daughter is in your kindergarten class, and you've been simping whenever he pulls up on his motorbike to pick her up. Plus he's tattooed because I have n e e d s ok? There's a bit of pussy slapping and dirty talk but it's pretty vanilla.
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You were standing outside the school, making sure your kindergarten class stayed in line. As the bus pulled up to the side if the road, your kindergarten assistant took her line of bus kids to that side of the parking lot, giving you a lovely view of the parent parking lot. Especially one parent in particular. You composed yourself as you saw Mr. Bang pull up in his motorcycle, his daughter, Yuna, excitedly jumped up and down, accidentally hitting another girl. The girl starts to cry, hitting Yuna back. Hiding your annoyance, you knelt down to Yuna, "Yuna, remember, keep control of your hands." Yuna sheepishly nods. "And Suzie we know not to hit our friends back-"
"Ms. Yn?" A deep voice says behind you, interupting your teacher speech.
You turn around, standing up to see Chris.
His black leather jacket hangs off his shoulders exposing just enough of the head of his surpent tattoo on his neck for you to wonder how far the snake went down his body.
"Ah, Mr. Bang, did you get my email?"
"yes I did, where are we having this impromptu parent teacher meeting?" He says, adjusting his helmet under his arm, a much smaller, sparkly pink one tucked inside.
You see your assistant coming back up the sidewalk. "Right now if ms. Chaeyoung wouldnt mind taking over."
"of course! Go have your meeting," she says, taking your clipboard from you.
You lead the way back inside to you classroom.
The room's walls are lined with students drawings, crafts, and pictures. A whiteboard with the day's letter still up.
"Mr. Bang, today marks the 3rd week her home reading isn't done. In class she's unfocused, hyperactive, and disruptive, I'd like to work with you so we can help her succeed."
Chris rubs his eyes defeatedly, "it's been a tough few weeks, I'll get on the home reading and speak to her about her behaviour."
"thank you, Mr. Bang."
He nods, awkwardly leaving your classroom. You watch him exit the building from the window. Happily picking up Yuna and putting on her helmet for her. He carries her out the his bike as she sits atop his shoulders. You can't help but smile at the cuteness.
It had been a few weeks since your meeting with Chris about Yuna, but you couldn't get the thought of him out if your head. (Not that you could normally, but it was especially bad lately). You know you shouldn't be thinking about one if your student's parent that way but you'd never seen a ring in his finger and Yuna never talked about her mom on the "draw your family" art project...
You were out walking your dog through the playground, the late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. You hear children giggle as they played.
"Ms. yn!" You look up to see Felix, a parent of another of your students, sitting in a park bench next to Chris. You do a double take when you catch a blush rising up his cheeks.
"Mr. Lee, Mr. Bang," you say, your dog preoccupied with a smell under the bench, "lovely evening for the park innit?"
Felix checks his watch, "speaking of, it's almost dinner time."
"tell your wife I say 'hi'" Chris calls after Felix who's helping his little girl pack up her toys.
"always do!" Felix calls back.
Chris laughs. It's such a genuine laugh, almost like a giggle.
You found yourself fascinated with the sound.
"something on my face?"
You snap out if your daze, "sorry, I just wasn't expecting your laugh to sound like that," you try to laugh away the awkwardness.
It seems to work as Chris relaxes his shoulders, loosening up. He laughs again. The sight of his crinkled eyes as he looks at you makes your heart swell.
"I know it's rather sudden," Chris inhaled sharply, "but would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? Yuna's having a sleepover at Felix's since it's a Friday-"
"I'd love to!" You cut off his rambling.
"really!?" He asks excitedly with wide eyes.
"yeah I thought you'd never ask," you laugh, "is 7 o'clock a good time?"
"I'll see you then," he says, grinning from ear to ear.
You walk up a set of concrete steps, seeing Chris' bike on the drive as you approach the front door.
The door opens before you have a chance to raise your hand to knock.
Chris looks stunningly sifistocated in his white button up and black jeans, hair styled curly as he invites you inside. He asks to take your coat, more than happy to show off your backless red dress.
"wow," he breaths, taking in the sight.
You smile, "you don't look half bad yourself."
He has a classy dinner already laid in on his dinning room table.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find a table cloth."
"I don't mind at all," you say, smiling at Yuna's drawings etched into the wood.
Chris pulls out a chair for you, you sit down, thanking him. From this angle you have a good view into an office. You notice a stack of books and recording equipment piled on a desk
"what's the books for?" You ask.
"hm? Oh! Just my university stuff," he says, serving you.
"what are you studying?"
"music production, because I hate working so low down in the company."
You listen to him talk about his degree, how he's been studying for his finals the last few weeks, his job now and Yuna. He fills you in on all the adorable, sweet, and cheeky things his little girl has done. You see the sparkle in his eyes and can't help but reciprocate, she really is a sweet kid.
You find him fascinating in everyway. But your mind wanders a bit, he is also irresistibly sexy with his dark curls in his eyes and shirt showing a bit too much skin. The fact that you're sitting across from him now is enought to make your core wet.
"-sorry I don't mean to talk so much, I just rarely get the chance to have adult conversations, you know living with a 5 year old and what not- and here I go again rambling." He sheepishly resumes eating his dinner.
"not at all! I love listening to you!"
"really?"
"yeah," you say, a bit too breathy.
"that's good," he says staring at your lips. You hadn't realized you'd been biting your bottom one. You decide to bite the bullet instead and press your foot to his crotch. His body goes pliant in his chair for a moment before he silently puts his fork down.
He looks at you, searching your gaze before a dark lustful look comes over him.
He picks up his fork again, "the bedroom is the last room on the left hallway," he says, finishing his last bite of food.
Youve hardly processed his sentence when he speaks again.
"Did you hear me baby girl?"
You nod rapidly, standing up with weak knees going down the hallway.
You find the bedroom. You're inside for less than a second when Chris pushes you against his bedroom wall, kissing you deeply.
"How about you strip for me, let me see how much you want me." He's hardly finished his sentence when you're pulling off your clothes. You struggle to get out of your dress in your eagerness, eventually draping it over a nearby chair, kneeling on the floor, looking up eagerly at him.
"no bra," he breaths, his eyes fucking you.
Chris takes his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. You can't help but ogle at the sight. Your eyes find the serpent, following it down his chest, the end of its tail still tucked behind his black jeans.
Chris continues the show, slowly dropping his pants and stepping out of them.
So it ends at his knee. You think to yourself.
You can see his leaking dick pressed painful hard against his underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight.
"close your mouth, darling. You'll catch flies." He grins, voice like silk.
"maybe you should close my mouth for me," you test.
He smirks, running the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip.
You take that as permission to pull his boxers down.
"you gonna be a good girl and take all my cock?" He asks smugly.
You nod, stroking his length, leaving kitten licks on his tip.
Chris groans, "feels so good, Yn."
You take his whole length into his mouth, taking him by surprise. he accidentally bucks his hips into your warm mouth.
He moans seeing you choke on his cock for a second.
Chris mumbles an apology as he rest his hand in your hair, feeling the way you bob your head up and down on his thick length.
You bask in his elicit moans, feeling smug knowing you're the one on your knees for him, not any of your co-workers or single moms. You.
He suddenly pulls your head off him. You whine in response. Chris guides you back to your feet, pulling your body against his.
"that was fun baby girl, but now it's your turn," he whispers into your neck, his hard-on dripping against your thigh.
Chris picks you up, tossing you effortlessly on the bed, he kisses down your neck to your boobs, giving each a gentle squeeze before continuing his ministrations down your body. He gives special attention to your thighs, avoiding where you want him most. You catch his drift.
"please Chris, please touch my pussy" you whine.
Chris moans, "such a dirty girl."
"please," you whine again.
Chris lightly brushes his fingers over your womanhood, just barely missing your clit.
You groan in annoyance.
"touch me harder, Chris please!"
He lands a harsh but not painful slap on your dripping cunt. You moan, gripping his bicep as a wave of pleasure hits you.
"like that, baby girl?"
You nod rapidly.
Chris kisses your pussy lips, before slapping you again, you don't have time recover when he lands a third.
Chris presses his tongue against your clit. You watch his eyes flutter closed as he eats you out like he didn't just finish dinner.
He inserts 2 fingers, making you scream in pleasure.
He pistons his fingers in and out of your soaked heat while sucking harshly on your clit.
It quickly becomes too much, you come on his fingers with a moan of his name
Chris doesn't stop, he slows down while you ride out your orgasm but picks up the pace when you start squirming.
After your third orgasm, pulls his fingers out, you whine in protest.
"I can't take it anymore," he groans, whipping a drawer open and cracking a fresh box of condoms.
You watch his fingers, still slick with your come open the wrapper.
"first time using one of these," he nervously giggles when he catches your gaze.
You take the condom from him, sliding it down his thick length. His erection twitching in your hand.
You sense the anxiety in the air.
You lay on your back, pulling him on-top.
"fuck me Chris," you moan.
He groans as he guides his dick in you.
You moan when he bottoms out.
He starts off slow, letting you feel all of his length. As he gains confidence, he quickens his pace until you're screaming his name.
He slows his thrusts just long enough to make you squirm before his hips resume pistoning in you. The pleasure knocking the wind out of you.
"feels so good, Chris," you moan, tangling a hand in his hair. Your other hand moving down his back, feeling his back muscles flex with every jerk of his hips.
"fuck Yn, I'm going to come."
You've lost the ability to speak, responding only by moaning.
You both come at the same time, feeling him relax onto you.
After a moment of heavy breathing and gentle kisses later, Chris pulls out. He throws out the condom standing up. He pulls one of his clean black tees over your exhausted form. He tucks you into bed with him.
"that was amazing, Yn, thank you."
"you're very welcome, I thoroughly enjoyed myself," you chime. Chris giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.
You laugh, burying your head into the crook of his neck.
He wraps his arms around you as you trace his snake tattoo from his neck down to his side to his leg.
He pulls you into a gentle but passionate kiss, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.
"can I ask a question, Chris?" You ask between kisses.
"shoot."
"what happened to Yuna's mom?"
Chris took a deep breath, you cringed at yourself for letting curiousity get the better of you.
"she was a fling in my senior year of high school, when she got pregnant and didn't want the baby, I said I'd take her. Yuna's never met her mom."
"I didn't know, I'm so sorry."
"don't be." He smiled, "I think you'd make a much better mom for her."
"really?"
"if that's what you want!" Chris rushed, realizing what he just said.
"that is what I want," you say, kissing his lips.
"does that mean you'll do her home reading for me?"
You laugh, nodding.
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Ugh I feel like this is trash lmao I tried. Ive volunteered in kindergarten before so I tried to make the dialogue work but idk if it did, I wrote this instead of sleeping. It's also been a very long time since I've written in "novel" format since I'm practicing screenplays rn oof so I'm sorry if this sucks. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed! And thank you to @lovebini for the giggling suggestion!
-Elle
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