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flowery-moth-angel Ā· 3 days ago
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Oh boy I got answers.
1: Reconnecting with Yahweh. I grew up christian and became very traumatized and felt abandoned. I suffered a lot and religion played a part too. I rejected God fairly early on. Because on of the energies I felt was distant and uncaring, that I had to just trust him for no reason. But over time, listening to other religions and people that genuinely have a relationship of some kind with him, started to heal. And I also just always talked to him. But when I talked to him, he felt so different to the God I felt before. Like they were so vastly different. And recently I decided to just start learning about Yahweh. I learned a lot already. About him having a wife, how he was worshipped long ago, the way Christianity and Catholicism came to be. And how much was also lost due to them trying to erase Asharah as well. And the energy I feel lines up with the more neutral/calm energy I felt from God.
It makes me proud because it is bettering me and the energy I feel from him now is what I always wished it was to be. I don't believe the other energy I felt was God. I have felt intense or heavy energy of some deities that are more serious or even distant. But that other energy was just awful. Yet it was what was "God" in my childhood and with my parents. One theory some have is it's an egregore that evangelicals really believe in which is pretty much I believe. Cause it is so vastly different from the God I am closer to now. It just makes me happy seeing a heavy spot that was so traumatic to me is becoming better and that I'm learning a lot about what he is really like and a lot of history too. Religions and beliefs and faiths and practices are a special interest too outside my practice so I also just like learning about it.
2: Reconnecting to my roots. Since I was young, any time I asked my parents about our ancestry or lineage, I got told we were just American or that we don't know and it doesn't matter. I hated feeling so culturally separated. It's clear our family has been in America for a good while now and let a lot of our cultures go from the past. And it's been something I've never liked since I was a kid. While I don't know everything that I have and want to do a DNA test, I already try to learn about a lot of my roots. I'm mostly focusing on Celtic/Irish now and had German a bit ago. But there's also English, French, and Scottish. I want to really reconnect to those old roots that were left forgotten or colonized and left behind. That old magic and ancestral importance that was forsaken for how it is today. I'm just starting with Celtic/Irish since I feel the largest draw, but I'll get there one day too. A lot was lost through colonization and all since even before they colonized many other nations, white nations very much did colonize themselves first. And so I want to learn about that history and ancestry and come to have it as a part of me. It's gonna be a lot of work, but like. It's important to me. Whatever lineage I have that dates back before many many many eras, I wish to honor it the best I can. So much culture has been lost due to colonization and christianity/catholicism so I feel it's important. It's a shame really. But still. It's especially not going to be easy for like English history either because just a quick look into it and yeah. A lot of it was very much lost to time and to the roman influence and anglo-saxons as well. And it is a shame seeing how much history, culture, and beliefs are lost due to so many influences throughout time. Again, I've only really focused on Celtic/Irish for now so that's the one I'm most well versed in currently. But I know it's going to be a journey with how far back it'll need to go and how much truly was lost. But even if it's not much, I'll do what I can to give it some form of life in today and through me. So little is known about our family and it really shows how much we conformed and paints an ugly history too. We don't know much beyond great grandparents and great great grandparents and I know even less about my dad's side of the family. I barely know anything about his grandparents or his life. So with that and having always wanted to understand my culture and my ancestry, I really want to focus on it with studying and learning what I can and incorporating parts of it into my practice if I can. It's been a strong draw since I was young. This strong pull and desire to know where we come from. Even if I'm the only one in my family, it makes me proud to know I'm gonna do it. And I've already begun to do so.
3: Coming into my own. Lately been feeling Marquis Andras a lot. And he has been helping me for sure. But I feel more renewed strength and learning to trust myself and communicate. Even if his lessons are very intense and painful since, ya know, he's a demon associated with sowing discord. He's not the easiest teacher, but I appreciate that. But even at the start of my journey years ago, it helped so much with my trauma and delusions and hallucinations then. I'm prone to paranoia and I'm schizospec and psychotic so like. I have issues. But since becoming a witch and feeling protected and understanding more of what I feel, it's been better. A lot of the trauma I dealt with back then has eased a bit to where I'm not always angry or scared. And I'm far less frightened at night or in the dark. I feel less powerless. And right now, I'm working on better communication and trusting my gut. I usually downplay my abilities when telling signs or feelings the presence of deities and stuff like that. So. I'm learning to trust it. And to go with my gut more. Cause I am often right. But I'm pretty insecure and have low self esteem and low confidence when doing things myself. And it's been better. Marquis Andras is one of the focuses right now, but all of the deities that have helped me and will help me even if I do not know them yet or can identify them or feel them yet makes me very happy. They have shown me more love than I have ever received. They're important to me. So just. Really becoming more confident and self assured, figuring out what works for me as a really disabled and traumatized person that is financially dependent and not well off, what I'm drawn to, learning to trust myself, and so on. It feels like I really am growing. That every single time, I become a better version of myself. And that makes me proud.
Pagans and polytheists, what are you most proud of in your practice? Lessons you've learned, new methods of worship you've implemented, offerings you've given - that sort of thing. šŸ§”
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thewindigo Ā· 1 day ago
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ā€œLockjawā€
warnings. 18+ NSFW MDNI. aged up characters. ken ā€œokarunā€ takakura x fem! reader, porn w/o plot, blowjob, hair pulling, facefucking, deepthroating, accidental overstimulation?, he gives you a facialšŸ˜‹
wc. 861
notes. sorry if there are mistakes! I legit just made a post abt writing this so itā€™s my first actual attempt at a fic. (heā€™s so ooc)
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NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
ā€œf-fuck..ā€ he groans, as his tip continues to slide along the back of your throat, as your lips enclose around takakuraā€™s shaft, you feel him shudder with delight. his hands bury themselves in your hair, gripping firmly but not too roughly. he gazes down at you with a mix of passion and desire as you swirl your tongue along the sensitive length of him.
"sososo good.." ken murmurs, his voice heavy with yearning. he begins to move slowly, guiding himself deeper into your warm, wet mouth. your eyes meet his, a silent understanding passing between you.
he starts to pick up the pace, his hips thrusting with building urgency. your fingers dig into his soft thighs, a muffled protest escaping you as he pushes ever deeper. the head of him hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.
"please I c-canā€™t.." he whines, his breath coming in ragged gasps. with each thrust, his fingers tighten in your hair, angling your head to take him even deeper. the musky scent of him fills your senses as you surrender yourself to the exquisite feel of him gliding over your tongue again and again.
you feel his movements becoming more erratic, his restraint slipping further as the pleasure mounts. he whines ā€œoh god, your mouth feels so good..ā€
he buries himself to the hilt, the swollen tip hitting the back of your throat forcefully with each pounding stroke. tears sting your eyes, but you press on, determined not to back down.
the sound of his hips colliding with your chin echoes through the room, punctuated by the wet, slick noises of your joining. ken's breath hitches, his fingers twisting in your tresses as he gazes down at you with an intensity that makes your heart pound.
his pace becomes relentless, driving himself deeper, seeking that sweet release. unconsciously, your hands reach up to grasp his thighs. your lips part from him with an audible pop, a string of his essence stretching before snapping. his hands immediately grasp himself, taking over the rhythmic glide of what was just inside your warmth.
gazing down at you with hazy eyes, he strokes faster, his movements more primal now. with each pump, he watches yourself under him, seeking to push himself back to that ecstatic peak.
the room echoes with the sounds of his hand moving along his member. his jaw tightens, teeth gritted as he chases his high,
his once steady pace dwindles down to a sloppy mess as he reaches his peak, arching his back and whines as hot ropes of cum land on your face - warm and thick as he paints you with his release. you feel the wetness trickling over your features, marking you as his. the sight makes his brain short-circuit, drawing out deep, shuddering whimpers from deep within his chest. as the last drops of him fall away, you use your fingers to carefully gather his essence from your face, raising them to your lips and sucking them clean. the taste of him lingers on your tongue, visceral and undeniable proof of the passion shared.
with deliberate slowness, you turn your attention to the cock that so recently occupied your mouth. your tongue darts out, lapping up every trace of his cum, relishing the intimate connection. the salty tang mingles with the musky flavor of his arousal, driving you to savor each moment.
he watches this display with rapt fascination, his breath coming in short pants. the sight of you so consumed, so devoted to claiming every bit of him, is too much. you feel him shudder as you tenderly clean him, the intensity of the aftermath crashing down on him in waves.
finally, spent and overwhelmed, he brings you up to meet him, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. the taste of himself still on both of you only heightens the intimacy. confused desire and tenderness battle within his eyes as he holds you close.
"Y-you..." he stammers out, still catching his breath. "f-fuck..ā€
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spanktony Ā· 8 hours ago
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ā€œIā€™LL DO ANYTHING.ā€ - anora.
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summary: when you snap at anora, she leaves your place pissed, and you come back begging to make things right.
words: 2.3k +
warnings: 18+, fem!reader, oral (a receiving), fingering (a receiving), begging, ani calls u a good girl, reader is a meanie for a bit then turns to a lil bitch, this is bad, and yeah let me know if thereā€™s more.
navigation. request.
tired would be an understatement of how you felt right now. your head pounded, each beat following up with a sigh from your boss's mouth, reminding you of the looming deadline for the project that still needed to be completed.
so, here you were on a call at 9:48 in the morning, on a day you were supposed to be off, with three other colleagues discussing the next steps for the project.
you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the heaviness that had settled deep in your bones. you sat at your desk, a few feet away from anora's side of the bed, which made it harder to resist the temptation to crawl back under the covers and ignore the world for a little while longer. but you knew better. you couldn't afford to.
literally.
your phone buzzed on the desk, shifting your attention from one screen to the other. oh shit. the driver. you had planned a low-key day with anoraā€”just the two of youā€”but now it seemed like that might have to wait.
your stomach sank as you glanced at the message: i'm here. do you want me to grab anything for you two?
you quickly typed back: no, that's fine. you can come inside and wait. i'm in a meeting; it shouldn't take too long.
hopefullyā€¦
you hoped anora wouldn't be too disappointed with the change of plans. the message sent, and you set your phone down again, the screen lighting up, showing the call you've been on for... three ongoing hours?!
behind you, anora stirred, waking up from her deep sleep. "good morning," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
you turned slightly, offering a tired smile as you double-checked to make sure you were still muted on your work call. "good morning, babe. sleep well?"
"mmm-hmm," she hummed, stretching. you heard the soft crack of her spine as she reached her arms over her head, a sound that made your heart swell a little. she padded across the hardwood floor with that familiar grace, her feet quiet but sure.
you could feel her before you saw her, like a magnet drawing you in. then she was there, leaning down to plant a lingering kiss on your neck. it made your skin tingle, sending a shiver down your spine. "you've been up for hours, haven't you?" she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"i have to finish this report," you murmured, half-distracted.
but anora wasn't deterred. her lips trailed to your jawline and then to your cheek, playful and persistent.
"ani," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "i'm on a call."
she ignored your plea, her hands sliding over your shoulders as she planted another kiss on your temple.
"ani, seriously," you hissed, though a hint of laughter betrayed you.
"what? i'm just showing my hardworking girlfriend some love," she teased, grinning against your skin. it was sweet; it really was. but your boss's voice in your ear reminded you of the pressing deadline, and her teasing felt like too much in the moment.
"anora, stop!" you snapped, louder than intended.
her hands froze, and the warmth that had been cocooning you suddenly vanished. you heard her inhale sharply, and when she stepped back, it was like a cold breeze had replaced her presence.
"what the hell?" she asked with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, still in the same position, looking hurt and confused. you felt your stomach twist. "iā€”" you started, but the words got tangled.
"i'm sorry for trying to spend time with you," she said, her voice raising in pitch before she swallowed hard. "god forbid i... i don't know, make you feel appreciated or something."
"i'm just trying to work, anora! i have deadlines, responsibilitiesā€”"
"and i'm a distraction, right?" she shot back, "just a little nuisance in your way?"
you opened your mouth to apologize, to explain, but she was already moving, grabbing her overnight bag from the floor and shoving her things inside haphazardly. it was like a fire was spreading through the room with how quickly she was packing up to leave.
"ani," you called out, your voice more desperate now. "please, wait. don't go."
but she ignored you, shoulders tense and eyes avoiding yours as she zipped up her bag. you heard the soft thud of her bag slung over her shoulder, and before you could say another word, she was at the door.
"y/n? are you here?" your boss's voice reminding you of the meeting you were supposed to be in right now. you looked at your phone, then the door your girlfriend had just rushed out of. sighing heavily, you unmuted your phone and replied, "yes, i'm here."
the hours that followed felt like eternity. the empty apartment was so quiet, so still, that it almost felt suffocating. by the time night fell, you couldn't bear it anymore. you gathered a few thingsā€”her favorite snacks, the earrings she had been eyeing for weeks but never bought, and a small bouquet of flowers you'd picked up on a whim.
your driver pulled up to her old place, her place that she rarely stayed at anymore because she was always at your apartment. she had even given you a spare copy of her key so you could move her things to your place when she was busy.
you opened the door and found the living room empty, thankful her roommate wasn't home. you knocked on her bedroom door, calling out her name softly.
the door creaked open, and there she was. anora's head peeked out from behind the door, her eyebrows furrowing both in anger and confusion, as she clearly wasn't expecting you. she was still in the clothes she'd left in, her hair slightly disheveled.
"what are you doing here?" she asked, opening her door slightly further to get a better look at you.
"i... i came to apologize," you said quickly, holding out the flowers like a shield. she eyed them, unimpressed.
"anora, please. i was an idiot. i shouldn't have snapped at you. you were just being sweet, and i let my stress get the better of me." she leaned against the doorframe, silent, her gaze piercing.
"i brought your favorite snacks," you added, holding up the bag. "and earrings. i even... i don't know, i just..."
you trailed off, realizing how desperate you sounded. but you didn't care. "please," you said softly. "i miss you. i miss us. i'll do anything to make it right."
anora sighed, stepping aside to let you in. you stepped inside her room, slowly closing the door behind you, watching as she stood a couple of feet in front of her bed. the tension in the air was thick as you set the flowers and bag on the nightstand beside you.
her expression softened, just a fraction. "anything?"
"anything," you promised, stepping closer, inches away from her.
"you really hurt my feelings," she said finally, a hand coming to cup your cheek, and you stumbled even closer to her, your lips ghosting hers.
you looked so fucking adorable in that moment, with that vulnerable, almost lost look on your face. like a kicked puppyā€”those sad, pleading eyes. you looked so damn cute, but she wasn't going to let you off the hook that easily.
her thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone. "you said anything, right?"
you nodded quickly, your hand wrapping around her forearm, and her heart skipped a beat. the way you held her arm, like you couldn't stand the distance between you two, made her lips twitch upward.
there was something in the way you looked at her now, something so earnest, so full of regret, that made her resolve waver just slightly. her eyes darted to your lips, feeling the heat between you both rise. god, you were so close, and she was fighting every instinct that told her to pull you in. to kiss you like she wanted to, to let you wrap her in your arms, to hold her.
her gaze flitted up, catching yours.
"anything," you repeated again, barely a whisper.
"get on your knees," she whispered. without hesitating, you lowered yourself in front of her, her hand running a hand through your hair. you stared up at her, waiting.
"beg."
"please," you said, the frustration clear in your voice.
"please what?"
"please forgive me, ani. i shouldn't have snapped at you."
"no, you shouldn't have. you didn't mean it, did you?"
you shook your head.
"that's right. because you wouldn't dare treat me like that. right, baby?" you nodded again, your hands finding their way to her thighs, gripping them tightly. anora's hands left your hair and cupped your face gently. "good girl," she said, a smile playing on her lips.
you licked your lips when your girlfriend began pulling her shorts down, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. she watched you the whole time, smiling, that smile that made your heart race with anticipation.
you leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs, and she hummed. it was a gentle kiss, the kind that she needed after the day she had today, and it sent a wave of pleasure through her.
"such a good girl," she whispered, and your lips trailed higher, pressing against the clothed heat between her legs. she let out a soft moan, her hands finding your hair again to stop her legs from trembling.
you pressed a lingering kiss to the spot before pulling back, your gaze meeting hers. anora's eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she looked so gorgeous; what kind of an idiot would raise their voice at her? oh, that's right... you did.
"ani," you murmured, looking up at her, pleading.
"i forgive you, baby," she breathed, pulling her underwear to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. you could see the desire in her eyes as she guided you closer, silently inviting you to continue. with a soft smile, you leaned in to fulfill her unspoken request, eager to make things right between you.
you kissed her again, harder this time, your tongue slipping between her folds, tasting her sweetness as she moaned softly in response. you kept going, your tongue circling her clit slowly, teasingly. you couldn't help yourself, not when she was this wet and not when you owed it to her.
her grip tightened on your hair, and you moaned against her, sending a shockwave through her body. you looked up at her once more, taking in the sight of her, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took.
"more," she whispered, her hips rocking forward, covering your chin with her slick wetness. you obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, your hands digging in the back of her thighs, trying to pull her even closer to you.
you continued like this, listening to her soft moans and pleas until she was close. she tugged on your hair, trying to pull you away.
"wait," she gasped, "not yet."
you pulled back, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. "did i do something wrong?" you asked, suddenly worried.
"no," she breathed, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, her hands still tangled in your hair. "it's just been a while, and i want your fingers." you smiled like an idiot, rising off your knees to kiss her for the first time that night.
her lips were soft, pliant, and you savored the taste of her on your tongue. "fuck, i missed you," you mumbled, her lips parting to let out a soft chuckle, falling against the bed with you in a tangle of limbs.
"me too, baby. now be good and finish what you started." you nodded eagerly, sliding a hand up under her shirt, your fingers grazing her skin until you reached her chest, cupping her breast in your hand, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.
"i'll make you feel so good," you whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck as she arched into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "hurry," she urged, her voice breathless.
you slid your hand back down her body, tracing the outline of her curves before finally reaching your destination, sliding your middle finger into her pussy and feeling her wetness enveloping you. she gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively moving against your hand as she whispered, "don't stop."
her head fell back, her fingers gripping the sheets when you added another finger, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, your eyes locked on her flushed face, the way her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she let out a moan, her back arching against the mattress.
you continued like this for a few minutes, watching her writhe underneath you, her hips rolling against your fingers. her moans were music to your ears, and the sight of her like this was enough to make you let out a low growl of satisfaction.
her breathing was labored, her hips bucking wildly, and you knew she was close. extremely close. her body tensed, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly that they were shaking, and her moans became louder and more desperate. you kept going, not letting up, ignoring the ache in your own hand.
"come for me, ani," you said softly, curling your fingers inside her, hitting that spot that drove her crazy. her moans grew louder, and her body stiffened, and then she finally reached her peak, letting out a loud cry of pleasure. "yes, fuck!"
you felt her walls clench around your fingers, pulsing with the force of her release. her head fell back against the pillow, and her body went limp, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
you watched her, mesmerized, not wanting to take your eyes off her for even a second.
you finally pulled out your fingers, bringing them to your mouth and sucking on them, tasting her sweet juices. her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at you, her expression softening.
"what candy did you buy?"
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choccy-milky Ā· 3 days ago
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Okay so I read your entire fic in three days and I LOVE IT!? ITS SO GOOD!?! I am supposed to be studying for finals and instead have spent 72 hours definitely not doing that. I originally got into your fic because I saw your drawings from different scenes and OH MY GOD THEYRE AMAZING. The way you draw Seb makes me want to bang my head on the table (in the best way ever)ā€¦that boy does things to me. The whole thing is just uGHHH chefs kiss amazing work love it love you amazing
AWW TYY IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT SM (ENOUGH TO BINGE IT AND IGNORE SCHOOL) AND THAT YOU LIKE HOW I DRAW SEB TOOšŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜
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LMAOO but fr as a procrastinator and horrible student myself, im pleased with this theme of interfering with ppls schoolwork/thesis/whatever else to read my fic...im dragging yall down with me...just stop using your brain and enjoy sexy seb ahašŸ˜œ (ILY TOO GOOD LUCK ON UR FINALS)
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@jstfndmthngs omg thank you for such a long and in depth ask i hope u dont mind i just screenshotted it and cut it into 2 BAHAHA but THANK YOUU im glad youre enjoying it so far!! šŸ„¹šŸ’–AND YESSS BAHAHA IVE ALSO BRAINWASHED YOU TO SEE SEB AND CLORA WHEN YOU SEE A BLONDE + BROWN HAIR COUPLE mission accomplishedšŸ˜ˆšŸ˜ˆ and I LOVE THAT YOU DAYDREAM ABOUT SEB AND CLORA TOO!!! people thinking about your fic/art when theyre not actively reading it is the highest honour fr...šŸ˜­šŸ™ AND BAHAHA I REMEMBER THAT COMMENT THREAD ABOUT LEANDER AND HIS LITTLE GARDEN PATCH LMAO and him and seb competing as neighbors/dads over who has the better yard...LMAO im putting in my oneshot that leander lives close by, i might try and find a way to allude to that if i can LMAOO speaking of IM GLAD YOURE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE ONESHOT šŸ’–šŸ’– ive been working on the outline every day the past few days and its 24k words AND THATS JUST THE OUTLINEšŸ˜­šŸ˜­LIKE DAWG i was planning on this oneshot to just be short and sweet BAHAHA but i forgot im fluent in yappanese...then i just kept thinking of cute pregnancy moments i wanted to add so it spiralled....BUT ANYWAY I HOPE I CAN FINISH IT SOON!!šŸ™ also im so impressed you only read 1 chap of my fic a day BAHAHA i admire the self restraint bc i could never...but i feel you with wanting to make things last. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU CATCH UP!!šŸ„³AND TY AGAIN!!šŸ’–šŸ’–
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omg anon this is diabolical...at first i was imagining it as seb being the one caught in the time loop and going crazy, but i actually think its better if its clora... because the idea of seb watching her slowly spiral into semi-insanity while knowing its bc of some weird time shenanigans and he doesnt know how to help would also make SEB go crazy BAHAHAH. i dont think ill ever write this but i just wanted to tell u i love this idea LOL
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aw TYYYYY!!! iā€™m honoured u think so omgšŸ˜­šŸ„¹šŸ’– you sent this a while ago (before all of the recent family posting ive been doing) BAHAHA so i hope youre enjoying the kid content bc u manifested it girlšŸ„° and trust me i aint doing work for the fandom, the fandom is doing work for ME!!! by continuing to humour my brainrotted assšŸ˜”šŸ™
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"they're my legal parents now" followed by "so anyway can you draw them going down on each other" LMFAOOOOOšŸ’€šŸ’€šŸ’€thank you i love you anon. and i HAVE been wanting to draw this for a while so YES!! i just cant guarantee when...but the day SHALL come rest assuredšŸ«”šŸ˜‡
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ghostgirl-22 Ā· 3 days ago
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omg! omg! omg! do you have ideas on older jealous art? like what if he saw patrick on the date with helen at the hotel instead? or maybe saw patrick on a date with another man (grosu? šŸ‘€) and got really upset but didnā€™t understand why!
Oh yes, oh yesā€¦.<3
I think Art goes in the sauna, yes that sauna. But itā€™s before they ever meet up the night before they play the final.
CW: NSFWish, 18+
Summary: in which Art has a Karen moment because how dare you try and take his manā€”that he really doesnā€™t want (he promises). And no he doesnā€™t know what heā€™s weirdly sexually confused about. But itā€™s not that.
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Artā€™s winning again. Heā€™s mostly playing kids who are just so happy to be there or sad older guys who are so jaded and defeated about the idea of playing him that theyā€™ve beaten themselves before Art even has to do anything. But still he is winning and it does feel good.
Heā€™s trying to put the idea of Patrick out of his mind. Tashi tells him every single day, ā€œHeā€™s never going to make it to the final. Heā€™s gonna choke. Thatā€™s his thing.ā€ But Art notices every round he wins Patrick wins too.
His body is sore and he always feels better in the heat but being who he is in the tennis world he usually waits till really late at night to relax in the sauna. Heā€™s sure no one else is going to be there so heā€™ll get a moment of peace and quiet without any of the younger players gawking over him or asking him career questions. But as soon as he pushes open the door he realizes heā€™s not alone at all. Patrickā€™s sitting on the bench and heā€™s not alone. Heā€™s got some guy kneeling between his legs. The guy quickly gets to his feet when he hears the door and Art recognizes him vaguely from the draw. Victor Grasi or Grossi. Something.
The guy wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and Patrickā€”very slowlyā€” pulls the towel over himself, offering Art a smirk.
Art can feel his skin heating up. He wants to turn and run but he canā€™t move. His stomach is suddenly swooping around like heā€™s riding a rollercoaster. He didnā€™t know Patrick did stuff like thatā€¦ with boys.
ā€œWhatā€™s up Donaldson?ā€ Patrick says brightly, like Art didnā€™t just catch him with some stupid pretty boy between his legs. ā€œIā€™ve been meaning to come see you.ā€
Art glares at him still struggling to form words. He hasnā€™t seen Patrick this close in so many, many years. He still smiles with his eyes but they crinkle now with age and around the edges of that smile he looks like he might be tired(sad?). And not just from lack of sleep. His hairā€™s shorter, skin darker the way it always was in the summertime. It makes all his freckles that much more visible. Art hates to admit the facial hair looks kinda good on him.
His body looks good tooā€¦ Artā€™s eyes drift downward over where the towel is covering his very hard dick.
ā€I am so sorry Mr. Donaldson Iā€™m a big fan. I think you are so talented. Not many Americans can win on clay,ā€ Whatever his name is saying with a thick accent Art canā€™t place. It pulls Art out of whatever daze he was in. God was he just staring? Why was he fucking staring? He looks at Patrickā€™s face again and heā€™s looking at Art, amused. Smug.
Artā€™s annoyed all over again.
ā€œAnd your game against Padilla.ā€ The kid is still talking. ā€œThat was so good. I rewatched it twice. Youā€™re soā€”ā€œ
ā€œThanks,ā€ Art interrupts, his tone clipped. Heā€™s not sure why heā€™s suddenly irritated with his presence. This dumb kid, probably 24 or 25, pink cheeks, perfect body just on his knees forā€¦
ā€œDidnā€™t he beat you yesterday?ā€ Art asks, meanly, with a smirk.
His pretty little face goes stormy and Art feels a cruel internal joy when he sees it.
He mutters something in another language but Artā€™s certain itā€™s a swear word.
ā€œI justā€”it was a bad day. Iā€™m ranked much higher than him.ā€ The kid tries to recover but heā€™s clearly embarrassed.
ā€œSure, exactly. It was just a bad day, Grosu,ā€ Patrick chimes in, smiling as he rubs himself idly. ā€œLemme make you feel better.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re no good for me, Zweig.ā€ The kid mutters.
ā€œThatā€™s not what you said last night,ā€ Patrick smirks up at him.
Artā€™s jaw sets with irritation. Especially when Patrickā€™s grabbing at the kidā€™s waist and pulling him closer. Artā€™s not trying to look but for whatever reason his eyes trail back down. Probably because Patrick is just so insistently hard. And heā€™s touching it, just casually touching it.
The weirdest part is the way Art can feel his own balls tightening. It makes no fucking sense. He canā€™t possibly be getting hard. Heā€™s one fucking step away from talking to his doctor about Viagra because he canā€™t get it up for someone as fucking beautiful as his wife and right now on a random night in the middle of the sauna is when heā€™s just ready to go. Brilliant. Itā€™s like the universe just enjoys finding new ways to fuck with him.
The kid has forgotten about him, mesmerized by Patrick. Letting Patrick just touch him, all over. Art feels like his blood is boiling hotter than the room. He hurries outside without another word before the way his cock is swelling becomes visible to them. Not that they fucking care.
Heā€™s barely made it into the locker room toilet stall when heā€™s leaning against the door jerking himself stupid. The whole thing is so fucked because in his head heā€™s imagining Patrickā€™s hands all over him. Touching him. Fucking him. Not that stupid pretty boy loser. Fucking loser. Fucking loser. Fucking loser. His mind chants over and over, not sure if itā€™s about the kid or Patrick or himself. All the while his hand is racing over his dick, so desperate until heā€™s coming hard, spraying his load all over his hand and the toilet seat. ā€œOh fuck,ā€ he gasps.
Because what the fuck is he doing? Heā€™s too old for this shit. Mind games and lust and weird teenaged flirting. He needs to go home to his wife and kid. Heā€™s a grown up. He has responsibilities. Patrickā€™s still a fucking child. Just doing whatever he wants. Just fucking whoever he wants. Like Tashi. Itā€™s been years and it still stings. And now some stupid fucking boy sucking his dick when anyone could just walk in. Itā€™s offensive. Art should probably complain. Tell that loser kids coach or whoever heā€™s working with that he needs to focus and maybe not fuck around with someone like Patrick Zweig. He cleans up quickly and hurries to go wash his hands.
He spots movement behind him in the mirror and turns to see Patrick walking from the lockers towards the shower. Naked. With only a towel on his head. God how long was he in here? Did he hear Art?
Patrick stops to smirk at him. Heā€™s not hard anymore which means he probably fucked the kid. Itā€™s still so fucking big even when heā€™s soft. Art swallows. ā€œWhat do you want?ā€ He manages.
ā€œNothing. You just look pretty flushed. Are you okay?ā€ He says, grinning (like he knows what Art did). ā€œI thought you went home.ā€ He wraps the extra towel heā€™s got draped over his shoulder around his waist, covering himself and Art relaxes a bit.
ā€œI am going home,ā€ Art says. ā€œWhereā€™s the dumb kid?ā€
Patrick laughs, ā€œYou know heā€™s 27, right.ā€
ā€œWell heā€™s still a loser,ā€ Art shrugs. He doesnā€™t care. He hopes he never sees him again. (And that Patrick doesnā€™t either).
ā€œGod, must feel good to walk around with all that power. He got so in his head from your little comment. He wanted to go home. Didnā€™t even want to finish. Itā€™s like he didnā€™t even remember how much fun we had last night after drinks.ā€
Artā€™s not sure how to take any of that. On one hand heā€™s mildly satisfied that he sent the kid into a tailspin, but still fucking irritated that heā€¦ that he whatā€¦ that he got to fuck Patrick in the first place? This is so fucked. He canā€™t want this. He cannot want this.
ā€œWell youā€™re not dressed yet.ā€ Patrick continues, casually. ā€œYou sure you donā€™t want to join me and clean up in the shower?ā€
ā€œI uhā€” uhā€”ā€œ Art stammers, while he white knuckles the towel on his waist, his heart rate picking up and the distant feeling of arousal that heā€™d just conquered incredibly stirring again. He wants this. Fuck he wants this. ā€œNo Iā€”ā€œ
ā€œIā€™m just teasing,ā€ Patrick shrugs, interrupting before Art can finish. An oddly melancholic expression flitting over his face. And then immediately back to being his usual carefree (careless?) self. If not a little more distant. Formal. ā€œGood night, Donaldson, see you in the final.ā€
ā€œGood night,ā€ Art says, feeling his stomach sink just a little bit. He wishes he didnā€™tā€” but he believes it now with 100 percent certainty that Patrick is rightā€” that theyā€™re both going to end up there.
(Sorry anon that this took so long and also I apologize if this is what you were looking for. Itā€™s been hectic so I didnā€™t have much time to get to into itā€” also wanted to leave a little space for canon to canon lol. Art is still so mad that heā€™s attracted to Patrick he needs to hurt him more šŸ˜­)
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purble-turble Ā· 3 days ago
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actually, you know what would be interesting and funny you brought up the whole rebounding thing but like... what if that situation happens completely by the others (including Redson and his echo chamber friends) jumping to conclusions and planting that seed of an idea in the two heads. Mk is naturally very affectionate, physical touch is a big part of his love language. he grew up alongside mei who was just as physical and no one actually encouraged them not to be. snuggling/hugging/kissing(like quick head and cheek pecks) your homies is very normalized. he's also dealing with family and friend issues because things are really tense and he's feeling everything at a 10 right know. its not just Red he can't talk too, he can even talk to Mei as comfortably and maybe lately feels like she avoiding him in favor of prioritizing Red.
Nezha. that boy is just starved of affection both verbal and physical. period. yeah its a bit overwhelming and confusing for him at first but after he gets used to mk's love language it's like 'Oh, hey this is really nice...huh...can i do this too?' and the answer was yes of course! he slowly starts implementing little touches here and there, initiating the hugs. it's still a bit awkward for him so he ends up utilizing other forms of love language, but the effort is there and mk is ecstatic. but it starts to make the other side-eye the situation. everyone (especially tang) was on board at first cause like....its a legendary celestial warrior, he's shown to be reliable and mature and so on. surly this could only be a good influence for mk. and yeah at first they only see good things, mk seems to get a little better over time, he's even getting extra exercise training like meditation, yoga/Tai chi. stuff that is supposed to support mental and physical wellness so of course Nezha must be good! Pigsy is the first to notice that maybe there starting to get a little too close, starts drawing parallels to how mk acted with Red. he brings it up with the others. tang isn't bothered and mei isn't either at first but now that idea is in her head, and it grows over time and now shes getting suspisiou as pigsy. and maybe a little pissed. nezha and mk of course havn'ty actually thought of each other like that, there just friends for god sake! he hasn't done anything with nezha that hes already done with mei. but mk gets confronted eventually and of course, tells Nezha after the fact. they both agree everyone's being ridiculous, they are just really close friends! but internally there both secretly like '....but what if?....' Red's group of friends are just shit starters, gold medalists when it comes to jumping to conclusions, especially regarding mk. they see monkey boy chatting up and getting close with another prince and run wild with ideas they of course share with Red. they see them being physically affectionate or hear something even vaguely suggestive they are not gonna look or ask for context. hell you can give them the full context they still cherry-pick it apart like the Christian bible. anything to make Mk look as horrible as they believe he is.
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Yooooo I am vibrating in my seat right now i fuckin loooove this!! šŸ’–
Youā€™re so right about MKā€™s fam thinking that Nezha will be a good influence on him at the start of things.. they have no idea that Nezha approves of the attempted sacrifice MK made at the pillar. I mean, itā€™s a sore spot for all of them, so itā€™s likely just not brought up in casual settings. The first time they catch a glimpse of it is probably a tense moment where someone tried to point out to MK that he was taking on too much again and exhausting himself.. but instead of getting a bit sheepish saying heā€™ll take better care of himself like he might have done before, he stands firm and is like ā€˜No, I can handle this! These are my problems and Iā€™m going to handle them.ā€™ And Nezha is spotted in the background with a lil smile and an agreeing nod andā€¦ ok. Thatā€™s weird.
As for the romantic aspect of it, them being a little oblivious about their budding romantic feelings at first and having to have it pointed out by the others how close theyā€™ve gotten is sooooo good! Iā€™m always a sucker for oblivious MK, but I can fully see Nezha being exactly like that too.
Mei for sure shares with Prince Red that she thinks MK has gotten weirdly close to Nezha lately.. and Red has already noticed that MK has been coming by to try to win him back less and lessā€¦ could it be heā€™s really been replaced that easily? Itā€™sā€¦ kind of hard to think MK would move on so quickly, especially because he is probably still struggling with it. Maybe he even goes to check it out for himself and spots MK and Nezha out together on a stroll. And look, MK is holding hands with the lotus prince andā€¦ oh. kisses his cheekā€¦ thatā€™sā€¦ pretty hard to not interpret as romantic.
Even if Red knows MK and a little niggling doubt in the back of his mind can be like ā€˜well, heā€™s like that with Mei too so maybe???ā€™ If heā€™s already primed to be looking for it by Mei (and also his own already hurt feelings) then this would be pretty clear confirmation of his fear that MK has moved on and is romantically involved with Nezha now. Also yeah it for sure doesnā€™t help that all Prince Redā€™s friends are gonna add fuel to this fire once he tells them about it, just like you said. They never thought MK was good enough for Red, so why would they put it past him to move on from him really fast too?
Haha, anyway, once MKā€™s fam start asking more pointed questions about their relationship, MK and Nezha might even have a frank discussion about it. Theyā€™re more open with each other than they are with anybody else, after all, since thereā€™s no fear of judgement or moralizing from sharing how they actually feel. In any case, even if they canā€™t manage to have the straight up discussion, the displays of affection definitely get more frequent on both ends and things progress that way regardless~
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inpacho Ā· 3 days ago
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I'm in thatttt
New multi-animator project drops December 27! Our biggest one yet!
#lmk#lmk reanimated#lego monkie kid#hahahahaha it took half a year but it was so fun this is the first time i didn't feel lost at a discord server (they scare me oops)#also i can make a full and FULL animation (oh god i hate it) gonna stick to my beloved storyboard or rough lineart from now on#(me who signed up for a gravity falls reanimated one day after sending my parts) ... not gonna lineart again... sure#but it's so awesome#UGHHH i love the lego style i love flying bark so much they're so insane#and the people on the MAP are insanely talented GUSH i need to eat some of those parts YUM YUM#i have never in my life been interested with learning after effects before seeing what some ppl do#my and my 5 minutes computer time every weekend onlyšŸ„² miss computer time no fair I'm not with it all weekšŸ„²šŸ„²#anywho YEAHHHHHH#making something part of bigger something it's way more fun sometimes#i forgot to post wips anywhere but I'll do like a presses video because I'm so proud of my backgrounds and the lineart is good :P :)#it was just such a pain to do I'm a slow drawer with lineart#animation sketch? that i can do#well time to go back to not drawing ever (buuut I'm working on a project with a friend so that will be cool in a few months hopefully)#I'm doing a lot of animation side quests this year#it's fun#well#art side quests actually;; i made so much random new shit this year#sculpting is incredibly fun#coloring is my enemy#I'm way off track these are not my hours#lego monkie kid animation#!!!!!!!!!!!!
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wickedsmille Ā· 20 hours ago
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batman, robin, sentient super suits, oh my! part 3
Ta~ da~! Part 3 and done. (Here's Part 1 and Part 2, if ya want.) It didn't go exactly as I wanted but when I went back to rewrite part of it I couldn't make myself do it so. Welp, it is what it is. But, here we go -
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A little while later, Tim yelps from his side of the bed. Jasonā€™s head whips around to see what the commotion is, bumping shoulders with Tim who has also hastily sat up.
Craning his neck, Jason looks down over the side of the bed to where Tim is staring, dumbfounded. All he sees is Timā€™s bag, open with the Red Robin costume on top. Sort of strange since leaving their gear out in the open isnā€™t exactly Bat-protocol. No telling when a nosy or distracted maid might barge in. Otherwise, nothing is amiss. Color Jason confused.
ā€œWhat the fuck,ā€ Tim breathes as he scoots further back till heā€™s half in Jasonā€™s lap which, awesome, but weird.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Jason snaps.Ā 
Over the side of the bed, the sleeve of the Red Robin suit snakes up and slaps down hard on Timā€™s wrist near the edge of the bed. He makes a high noise of surprise then heā€™s fully in Jasonā€™s lap. Still awesome, very much so, but bigger fish to fry and everything. Such as the irrefutable proof that Red Robin has gained the nebulous honor of having a mind of its own. And itā€™s apparently not very happy with Tim if the way it snaps out to hit him again is any indication. This time, Tim pulls his hand back before he can get slapped.
ā€œHow-ā€ Tim chokes out, whipping his head around to stare at Jason.
Their faces are so damned close Jason can feel the too fast puffs of Timā€™s breath against his cheek. Itā€™s doing him absolutely no favors in staying focused on the issue at hand.Ā 
Timā€™s eyes narrow. ā€œDid you do something to it?ā€
ā€œMe? That thing was totally normal until you got a hold of it. What did you do to it?ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t do anything!ā€
ā€œUn-fucking-likely!ā€
A pitter patter of sound draws both of them away from the edge of their budding argument. Back at the side of the bed, the Red Robin suit is padding its sleeves against the blanket to draw their attention. Guess it didnā€™t like where their conversation was headed.Ā 
ā€œOh yeah, that thing is totally alive,ā€ Jason says.Ā 
ā€œNoā€ Tim drawls sarcastically. He frowns at the suit. A flash of understanding brightens his face as his mouth drops open. ā€œOh my god. I canā€™t believe I didnā€™t see it before.ā€
ā€œMind cluing in us pea brained peons?ā€
Without looking, Tim hits Jason in the chest with the back of his hand. ā€œAll the malfunctions!ā€
Tim doesnā€™t need to say anything else for Jason to pick up what heā€™s laying down. The events of the past few weeks make a lot more sense now. Including their current predicament which has led to a lap full of dressed down, sleep warm Tim. Touche, Red Robin, well done. He has to hand it to the suit. Red Hood is all overt action with very little subtly but Red Robin had completely flown under his radar. Even yelling at it earlier was based more on a vague hunch.
ā€œIā€™m glad I hollered at it earlier then.ā€
Timā€™s eyes snap back to him, incredulous and amused. ā€œYou were talking to an inanimate object?ā€
ā€œFirst of all, it isnā€™t inanimate any more. Second, donā€™t act like youā€™ve never talked at something before.ā€
Tellingly, Tim stays silent.Ā 
ā€œLook at it this way, youā€™ve been chosen,ā€ Jason says with a shrug. ā€œBetter than, I guess, since you brought the fuckinā€™ thing to life.ā€
Tim does this odd thing where he goes boneless. As in he falls limp against Jasonā€™s chest with his head resting on Jasonā€™s shoulder. For a second, heā€™s worried something is wrong. Tim wouldnā€™t be Tim if he werenā€™t wound tighter than a spring. Heā€™s the most neurotic sonuvabitch Jason knows. To have him so soft and pliant? Itā€™s kind of throwing him for a loop.
Looking down at Timā€™s face, Jasonā€™s worries bleed away. The content, gentle happiness he finds there, only a thin thread of bitter sadness belying it, tells Jason all he needs to know. Once more, because heā€™s just that good, Jason has stuck his foot in his mouth. Except in a good way this time.Ā 
Thinking back, Tim told him what it was like when he was first Robin. It sure as hell hadnā€™t felt good when Robin didnā€™t want anything to do with him. He canā€™t imagine what it was like for Tim to have to actively fight against the suit. To push and push and push till he was finally, reluctantly accepted. Only to be dropped and have nothing waiting for him, ready for him. The lonely ache of wondering if heā€™s good enough and thatā€™s why a suit doesnā€™t come for him. Needing to push past all that, piled on top of the long hours and endless horrors the nightlife brings, and keep on keepinā€™ on.Ā 
But Jason has pointed out the obvious which he doesnā€™t doubt Tim completely overlooked. In agreement, Red Robin raises its sleeve and points at Jason.
ā€œOh,ā€ Tim breathes. ā€œI didnā€™t even know that was possible.ā€
ā€œMe neither. Way to make history.ā€
Tim rolls his eyes. ā€œBut I donā€™t get it. Why do all of this?ā€
Once more, Red Robin pointedly gestures towards Jason. He glares at the damn thing because if anyone needs to shut up, itā€™s Red Robin. Given the genuine curiosity and bafflement in Timā€™s voice, Jasonā€™s pretty sure heā€™s not being purposefully obtuse. Granted, Tim can lie with the best of them, the little scamp. Jason has been meaning to get a few lessons. His gut is telling him this isnā€™t one of those times. Tim really doesnā€™t get it and Jason would like it to stay that way until he can either nut up and confess or brutally murder the impulse to fuck him raw at the first opportunity.
ā€œNo idea,ā€ Jason replies lightly.
On his side of the bed, Jasonā€™s bag wiggles violently. He groans and clenches his jaw, unwilling to let Red Hood enter the chat. This is a recipe for disaster. Adding in his suit wonā€™t help him in keeping his inconvenient crush under wraps. For all he knows, Red Robin and Red Hood have been colluding together to make this shit happen.Ā 
ā€œWhat,ā€ Tim starts before trailing off.Ā 
The stare he pins Jason down with is so intense and invasive Jason feels like he needs to shove Tim off and disappear for a few months. Itā€™s something akin to being flayed alive. His eyes skitter across Jasonā€™s face, breaking him down bit by bit without needing to say a word or lift a finger. Really, Jason should get Tim away from him before he peels away the last layers keeping Jason from being truly perceived.Ā 
Lightning quick and catching Jason unaware, Tim lunges across him to drape himself over Jasonā€™s side of the bed. With deft fingers, he yanks open Jasonā€™s bag. There the Red Hood is in all its glory, helmet on top of a bundle of heavy padding and armor. The lights on the eyes flash and Tim blinks down at it.Ā 
ā€œHey, now!ā€ Jason chides, dipping down so he can shut the bag before the shit show starts.
He doesnā€™t get that far before heā€™s getting full-on backhanded by the sleeve of his own suit. Wow, the suits are being aggressive. Heā€™s not even sure what to do so he tenses up and stares at the wall. Thereā€™s enough semtex in the bag to blow it all to hell, right? He could totally ask Alfred to call up Lucius for a new suit. If Tim can finagle a consciousness into a regular suit, Jason should be able to as well. Maybe the next one wonā€™t be such an asshole. Though he doubts it. On all counts.
He doesnā€™t remember if actually brought any plastique. Lucius isnā€™t exactly itching to do Jason any favors and Alfred would be more likely to politely mock him for doing something as stupid as blowing up his own suit. Thereā€™s no way for them to know how Red Robin is Red Robin now. And heā€™s, admittedly, a major asshole so it only makes sense whatever suit gets stuck with him has a personality to match.Ā 
Tim bops the helmet and scowls at it. ā€œRude.ā€ Red Hood doesnā€™t hit Tim. Instead, it pats him on the cheek gently. ā€œMuch better,ā€ Tim says, satisfied.
Jason gapes at the interaction. ā€œThat is so unfair. What the fuck!ā€
ā€œI told you things went well when I covered for you.ā€
ā€œApparently. Maybe a little too well.ā€
ā€œI wouldnā€™t say that. It seemed like the Red Hood lik-ā€
Flipping over so his ass is seated in the well of Jasonā€™s legs, back arched over his thigh, Tim looks at Jason. Jason doesnā€™t like the way Tim is looking at him. Itā€™s less wondering and more knowing. So he does what he does best and tries to push Tim off him. Theyā€™ve been too close to too long and the need to run is an overwhelming compulsion at this point. Like a goddamn lamprey, Tim winds his arms around Jasonā€™s waist and holds fast. The guy doesnā€™t go anywhere despite Jasonā€™s best efforts since he isnā€™t in a position to get the leverage he needs to pry Tim off.
ā€œYou like me,ā€ Tim says simply.
Jason chokes as the bottom of his stomach falls out. ā€œNo, I donā€™t,ā€ Jason denies.
His helmet makes a high pitched whine of protest like the voice modulator got hit with a current and fried the circuitry. Goddamn, he thinks he even hears a click from one of his guns. Red Hood is a straight up thug. Which Jason loves but, holy hell, right now he definitely doesnā€™t. Being bullied by what amounts to a souped up, military grade Call of Duty cosplay hits him right in his pride. Forget Bruce and the clusterfuck of that whole thing, this is his new villain origin story.Ā 
Red Robin isnā€™t so charmed by his denial either. The suit flops onto the bed, farther up this time, so it can nail him right in the shin. Jason makes a pained noise more from being startled than it actually hurting. If the blanket werenā€™t draped over his legs, then, yeah, that wouldā€™ve stung. Great, now, heā€™s being bullied by the equivalent of a theater major seamstressā€™ fever dream too. When will the injustices end?
Throwing his hands up, literally because heā€™s so far past settling for metaphorically doing it, Jason looks to the ceiling and prays for patience. And to not get socked in the jaw by Tim for what heā€™s about to say. Still, to the pock-marked ceiling, Jason says, ā€œFine, yes, I like you! Jesus, fuck, everybody lay offa me! This is the worst kind of peer pressure. At least I could cunt punt a peer but no. I get some goddamn JoAnn Fabric cast offs harassing me.ā€
ā€œAnd me,ā€ Tim pipes up.
ā€œAnd you! Which, canā€™t we focus on the miracle of your suit showing signs of intelligent, manipulative and kind-of-dickish life? Letā€™s go back to you getting misty eyed over a newly minted supernatural costume.ā€
ā€œWeā€™ll come back to that,ā€ Tim agrees, ā€œbut first we should probably deal with this. Just, Jason...ā€
Well, shit, he doesnā€™t like Timā€™s tone. Itā€™s not the voice of a man about to lay his heart bare in preparation for an emotionally charged conversation destined to end in a heated kiss and a roll in the sack before the camera cuts to black. Nor is it shy and demure or happy and accepting. Jason doesnā€™t want to put a name to it but, if he had to, heā€™d say Tim sounds distinctly awkward and uncomfortable. Hesitant and pained. This does not bode well for his chances. He can already smell the acrid, sharp scent of his chances going up in flames.Ā 
ā€œThereā€™s a lot between us,ā€ Tim says somewhere around the bottom of Jasonā€™s ribcage. ā€œThat weā€™ve never talked about.ā€ Now Tim pulls away fully until heā€™s back on his side of the bed.
Jason knows a let down when he hears one. He opens his mouth to tell Tim to can it, spare them both the continued embarrassment. On some level, Jason always knew anything between them would be doomed. Forget burning the bridge between himself and Tim, Jason incinerated it. With prejudice. The fact theyā€™ve come so far already is a miracle. Itā€™s the little, emaciated street kid in him that makes him greedy, to take and take and take until he canā€™t anymore. Well, this is the canā€™t anymore, he guesses. But now heā€™ll lose it all.Ā 
The words are there on the tip of his tongue when his helmet makes another whirring, whining noise of protest on one side of the bed and thereā€™s the pat, pat, pat of fabric against fabric on the other. His head whips between the Red Hood, disgruntled and displeased, and Red Robin attacking Timā€™s leg much as it had Jason. Tim quickly scoots back towards Jason and pulls his legs in. In response, Red Robin flops onto the bed again and nails Tim right across the face.Ā 
Jason has never claimed to be a good person so he laughs. ā€œOkay, Iā€™m starting to feel fuckinā€™ hunted here. I get why theyā€™re coming at me but-ā€
He breaks off since thereā€™s no point in finishing the sentence. Tim is a genius. Point blank, period. Itā€™s a verifiable fact Jason hates and likes in equal measure. If his big brain canā€™t piece together a puzzle, Jason doesnā€™t stand a chance but by no means is he a slouch. For this, understanding why Red Robin and Red Hood are coming at Tim just as hard as they are at him, Jason doesnā€™t need a three digit IQ.Ā 
ā€œYou little shit, you like me too,ā€ Jason accuses, honestly mad Tim was about to dismiss him out of hand.Ā 
Tim doesnā€™t say anything which is answer enough for Jason. Not for Red Robin who whips out at Tim again, making him curl up tighter and away from the offending garment. Or offended garment, in this case.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m bad at this,ā€ Tim hisses to his suit. ā€œGod, why are you so-ā€
ā€œOddly violent?ā€
ā€œPersistent,ā€ Tim insists, glaring at Jason.Ā 
Jason fixes him with a look.
ā€œAnd a manipulative asshole,ā€ Jason supplies but he isnā€™t talking about Timā€™s suit anymore.
ā€œIā€™m bad at this,ā€ Tim says again, this time directly to Jason.
ā€œTim.ā€
ā€œJason.ā€
Red Robin and Red Hood voice their displeasure as much as they can.
Rolling his eyes, Jason talks at the ceiling again because itā€™s easier. ā€œWhy wouldnā€™t you just say that? Okay, youā€™re bad at it, fine. I literally paved the way for you to just say ā€˜Golly gee, me tooā€™.ā€
ā€œIā€™m awkward, okay?ā€ Tim blurts, irritated and not bothering to pull on his usual carefully crafted mask of indifference. ā€œIā€™m not exactly the greatest when it comes to interpersonal relationships. You can just ask Steph.ā€ After a brief pause, Tim backpedals, ā€œActually, donā€™t. Never do that.ā€
ā€œWell now I have to.ā€
ā€œYou really, really donā€™t.ā€
ā€œMaybe if youā€™d stop being such a coward-ā€
ā€œShut up.ā€
ā€œMake me,ā€ Jason says maturely.
Jason shouldā€™ve known the kiss was coming as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Not once has Jason seen Tim back down from a challenge once it has been set down in front of him. Including the time Jason gave him a spectacular beat down in Titans Tower and demanded to know if Tim thought he was good enough for Robin. Half unconscious and bloodied, Tim had said yes.Ā 
This isnā€™t so different, Jason thinks, because he kisses back, brutal and vicious and commanding, while Tim takes it all then dishes it back. More than once, Jasonā€™s teeth clack against Timā€™s but neither of them pull away. Somewhere between now and Jasonā€™s head emptying of rational thought, his hand has found its way to the back of Timā€™s neck, keeping him in place. He doesnā€™t have to worry about Tim pulling away, not really, with the way Tim holds onto Jasonā€™s waist.
The world drops away till thereā€™s nothing but the soft, barely there moans Tim breathes into him. He swallows them greedily, vows to get more of them till heā€™s had his fill. His other hand, the one not latched onto Tim, finds Timā€™s thigh and kneads at the muscle there. One of Timā€™s hands slides down and skirts along the edge of his shirt till it teasingly slips under the fabric. The rough, calloused pads of Timā€™s fingers ghost over his stomach, making the muscles twitch.Ā 
It all comes back into focus, hitting him like a freight train, when the hand on Timā€™s leg canā€™t wander any farther up than it already has even though he knows heā€™s nowhere near his ultimate end goal. Cracking open his eyes, Jason looks down to see Red Robin forming a blockade to preserve Timā€™s chastity. Red Robin doesnā€™t get to mastermind them into a bed together then dictate what they do when Timā€™s making those encouraging, willing little noises.
Leaning back to catch his breath, Jason reluctantly lets go of Timā€™s leg and scruffs the Red Robin suit then tosses it over the side of the bed with a growl.Ā 
ā€œThat was uncalled for,ā€ Tim tells him.
ā€œYou want me to stop?ā€ Jason asks.
ā€œNo. Very much no.ā€
ā€œThen it was called for,ā€ Jason asserts.Ā 
ā€œFair enough,ā€ Tim laughs. He huffs as his eyes dart from one side of the bed to the other. ā€œItā€™d be weird to do anything with the suits here though.ā€
ā€œThey literally fondle us on a nightly basis. I think their definition of propriety is a little different from ours,ā€ Jason points out.Ā 
Looking thoughtful, Tim says, ā€œHuh, I knew the Red Hood suit was chafing weird when I wore it.ā€
Leaning over, Jason slaps his helmet and shoves his bag under the bed. ā€œGoddamn dirty dog, keep your kevlar weave off.ā€Ā 
The Red Hood doesnā€™t make a peep or put up any protest. Jason doubts itā€™s because the suit wore itself out being more active than usual. Stupid thing probably doesnā€™t have a good counter argument, having been caught out and ruthlessly thrown under the bus by Tim.Ā 
ā€œIn its defense, it really made things easy and protected me well. It was, sweet, too, I guess?ā€ Tim offers.
ā€œWell, good,ā€ Jason replies lamely. ā€œCanā€™t say the same about Red Robin,ā€ he adds with a glare at Timā€™s side of the bed where Red Robin is hopefully puddled on the ground and content to stay there.
Meddlers, the both of them. Grade A meddlers of the highest order.Ā 
ā€œYeah,ā€ Tim says contemplatively.Ā 
To poke the bruise one more time, Jason tells him, ā€œYanno, the suitā€™s probably something special because youā€™re something special.ā€
The sappy ass words make Jason feel like the worldā€™s biggest tool but itā€™s worth it for the instant flush. His cheeks and ears and neck all go a delicious pink that Jason wants to bite at. Take the light dusting and make it vibrant. Create a portrait of deep reds and purples wherever he can. Jason thinks heā€™ll get the chance to do that sooner than expected when Tim tackles him. After a brief scuffle, Jason rolls them so Timā€™s under him with his wrists pinned and legs draped on either side of Jasonā€™s hips. Tim could get out of the hold. Jason isnā€™t trying to really keep him down.Ā 
But Tim doesnā€™t.Ā 
He allows it which is enough for Jason to settle his weight over Tim and forget about the busy body suits probably basking in smug satisfaction for getting them to this point.
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midnight1nk Ā· 2 days ago
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So, this week's episode...
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[spoilers below cut]
I KNEW IT!!! I knew that one of the two episodes left of the year had to be a holiday one aha!! *LE GASP* does that mean the last one will be sonic 3?
*nods* respect šŸ‘
A Christmas special with TARI, oooh! and noticeably a shorter one too, huh. alright, let's-a GOOOOOOOO
(the following is my live reaction:)
aww, look at Tari being adorable (see that's how you get me, have my favorite characters do cute little hops and my life is yours)
bringing back the side characters LET'S GOOOO
CLENCH omg you're back I hope you can stay for the whole episode
ooooh tari's christmas list just dropped. hmmm let's see...
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Saiko = KFC Theme Guitar (honestly slay) Mario = Spaghetti Necklace (whether he's going to wear or eat it, he'll enjoy it regardless) Kaizo = Scythe Polish Luigi = Gardening Kit SMG4 = Body Oder Spray (my man can't catch a break, "he stinks" canon) Belle = Nintendo Switch Case SMG3 = Dog Grooming Kit (for Eggdog awwww) Melony = How to draw Manga book (nice callback to "SMG4 and SMG3 Shop For Cursed Items" episode for Christmas shopping) Whimpu = Glasses Repair Kit Boopkins = Body Pillow Cleaning Kit (...) Bob = Karaoke Machine (that's actually sweet considering he is a rapper and the obvious choice would be a gun or smth, tari's a good friend) Rob = Corn Keychain
the cliche superhero transition *wheeze*
can I just say I love the fit Mario has on
1920's spaghetti?
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i did not expect to see Sonic 06 (foreshadowing, eh?) and as a sonic fan, i gotta respect the hustle
now, i know it's supposed to be disgusting and you obviously have to put gross things here to convey that but... there's that eye imagery again.... *flashbacks ensue*
oooh Christmas party! I wanna see that!
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aww tari did get clench a glove, maybe she didn't want to spoil the surprise too soon
also let's take a moment for that board in the bg:
"Random Text Here Shameless Advertising Happy Birthday smg4!" then something signed by a "Fan"
gotta love the small details
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gonna be using this as a reaction pic for now on
Mario, don't you guys have a basement? pretty sure no one will grab the bag in there
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS REAL THEY ACTUALLY USED CANTRO'S OUTFIT DESIGN FOR THIS EPISODE THAT'S AWESOME DUDE (am aware that the Team used the model before in a previous ep but it was only shown for a few seconds, this is BIG)
new merch, eh?
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...i'll take your entire stock
Oh Tari, it's okay to say no. Four did ask if you had time
beautiful commercial....wha? Bob, da hell are you doing? oh the usual
charity? understandable, have a good day
PFFT HAHAHAHA that grenade bit somehow got me
oh Four somehow teleported outside, chair and all
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*wheeze* the way they just latch on the back of the cop car like that
BOOPKINS? ...yeah I should've seen that coming. and he's on a toddler seat too
question for the people: is UNO a board game? if not, then boopkins, you got it wrong buddy
RIGHT NOW?! boopkins she's got her hands full
GEEZ even I'm getting stressed
gonna be real here: it was actually a good choice to have the plot at a faster pace just so we could feel Tari's stress rapidly building up
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oh hey Meggy's matching with Mario (love that for the M&M siblings) but Saiko, girl, please get yourself a coat :( you're gonna freeze
OH GOD Tari, i need you to breathe please! all of this is stressing you out, it's okay to say no
...oh no
i can't look dude, i know Tari's technically fulfilling everyone's wishes but this isn't the way to go :(
C'MON TARI, HOPE YOU CAN MAKE IT IN TIME PLEASE
NO NO NO *flips table* oh poor Tari
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OH NO CAN I GIVE HER A HUG PLEASE? *shakes my laptop screen* LET ME INNNNNNN
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WTF NO SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS
TARI DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE VOICES IN YOUR MIND, YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND
...three? let me turn the brightness up
yeah that's Four's model but for some reason has Three's voice and line.... huh... (I'll come back to this later)
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dude, i literally had to pause and leave the room
fuck you got me tearing up. Team, is that what you wanted from me?
no tari, it wasn't your fault :( you didn't ruin anything
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YES TELL HER, SAIKO
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STAWP I'M THIS šŸ¤ CLOSE TO FULL-ON SOBBING WTF
FAMILY IS FOUND šŸ‘šŸ‘šŸ‘
...wha? Three?
wait, this whole episode was you were retelling what happened to Tari, to Eggdog?
...that actually puts things in a whole new context (I'll talk about it later)
*gets hit by the book*
AY Congrats to Mango for your art being featured in the end credits! šŸŽ‰ what an awesome Christmas gift from the Team honestly
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.惻-: āœ§ :--: āœ§ :-惻.
This was a fantastic Christmas special! This really punched me in the gut (but in a good way). Everything, as always, was amazing. Excellent job, Team!!! Too bad Clench couldn't be in the whole episode.
Oh Tari, my girl :( I felt the emotional rollercoaster along with her and I just wanted to give her a giant hug.
Me šŸ¤ Tari ā†’ people pleasers with a dose of abandonment issues
Tari, I've been there and I promise your friends aren't gonna leave you. What you can offer, what you're able to, that is worth something. It doesn't need to be material, just being a part of their lives is enough. No matter how big, because to them, it could mean a lot more than what you think.
It's what I've been struggling too, that the people who have approached me only wanted what I could offer, but not as a person. And it takes time to heal and open up again to people who are worth opening up to, but you'll get there.
So, to remind you (yes, the one behind the screen): you are enough. We are enough. What you do, means a lot more to other people than what you think. You'd be surprised how much a second of your presence means to people, and they value that. It's why it's okay to say no when you aren't able to, they'll understand if they truly do care for you. I promise, time will come around for you to find the good ones.
That's why I love this show. It isn't just a "silly meme show", it's so much more than that. Yes, it does have its funny moments but it can be emotional, dramatic, exciting. And even relatable. That's the point of stories. Like I said countless times before:
Every story, no matter how outlandish it seems, is grounded in reality.
That's why I'm glad this was one of the last episodes of the year, to bring it all back that it's a story that we all can relate to in some way. That we aren't alone. Grab each other by the hand and take one day at a time.
Oh boy, sorry for that emotional stuff. Just wanted to bring some comfort šŸ’™ With that, I'm gonna bring back what was the most interesting of this episode: SMG3
It wasn't until the very end that we realized this whole episode was Three retelling Tari's story not only to Eggdog but also to Terrance.
(If I remember the layout correctly, right in the same nook above the fireplace is where Terrance's photo is placed)
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So, yes, he is reading a bedtime story to both of his sons. (just gonna cry in the corner for a second) He's such a dad šŸ„ŗ
Anyway, i shall put my theorist goggles on:
Back in the part when Tari was too late to buy the Crew presents and the voices in her head were bashing her for failing, we have SMG3 for some reason come in:
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To be clear, that's Four's model (notice the lack of chip of the cap) but Three is the one saying: "And I thought I was evil..." Other than being the narrator, Three wasn't in the story, so the question is why?
The obvious would be that the Team simply made a mistake and forgot that they placed this in. Ok, sure, that's if it was on accident. But what if they did it on purpose?
As Three stated in the episode "Trash Friends", he truly believes he's "the worst version of SMG4"
Think about it: the basic roles for them are Four as the hero and Three as a villain.
If Three was ever in an episode all of a sudden is because he is the negative force of the story. Recall back to the episode "Meme Hunters" when Three was forced to be "the conflict" of the episode.
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Now, it may seem harmless but to him, he was afraid to be perceived as nothing more than "SMG4's cheap and worst copy"
And also in "You Used to Be Cool", people have noticed when he does lay back a bit from the usual villain/rival role and bash him saying, "This isn't you."
Hero or villain, you're seen differently by everybody
Then there was the whole "moral of the story" part:
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Ofc, it's a whole thing that Three refuses time after time that he's not friends with the Crew
Now with the context that we have, we just got a peek into Three's fears/insecurities. Basically: if he opens up and accepts that he has friends, they might try and take advantage of him. So, what should he do? Close himself off, be an asshole, and deny, deny, deny.
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Despite risking literally everything, INCLUDING HIS OWN LIFE, for them, he's doing this to protect himself from emotional harm when he's the most vulnerable.
There's indeed a trope that villains, especially redeemed ones, would have a sense of empathy of some kind. They know what's like to hit rock bottom, it's why they can empathize with the people who least deserve it, like Tari. (Even with Four back in IGBP.) So yes, as much as this is a story about Tari, it also relates to Three.
How can you have what you want when you're the one holding yourself back?
Three: "I also need love, understanding, and tenderness." [IGBP movie, Spanish dub] Three: " I just want the USB in that spaghetti in your stomach so I can use it to gain fame and love that SMG4 has too much of, okay?!" Mario: "...Is that it? Silly SMG3, you could of just told Mario instead of suppressing your inner emotions and your fear of being forever forgotten." [Trash Friends]
I mean, look at the last episode, he was so happy to know he got fanart.
The pressure he has, the role he has to play, what he's perceived as. It all affects him. Sure, he doesn't care that he's not perceived as the standard definition of a villain but he is really as human as he can be, with fears and desires.
Another way to see the "failure" part of the episode is that Three could never see Four in a negative light. Sure, Four has made terrible mistakes but past the YouTube Arc, Three has never seen Four as a villain (again, the role of the hero thing). Four is flawed just as he is, but since he's the one telling Tari's story, he replaces Four with himself in the narrative.
It's not confirmed it's because he cares about Four in this instant but it's obvious he has done it on purpose. All because that's the role he plays, one he absolutely fears, "an evil and worst copy of Four".
(For all we know, he might've altered some other things in the story we haven't even known about.)
AND the fact that he's telling it like a bedtime story to his son(s) as a warning, so they don't go through what he went through when he was younger (his whole parenting of reminding them that they're loved and appreciated for even the smallest things)
So, long story short: me šŸ¤ Tari šŸ¤ SMG3 ā†’ underlining abandonment issues
I've been noticing that a lot of points from past episodes are starting to resurface again (like IGBP) and I do hope we get to bring back what's going on with Three. Then, we might get Three having the same conclusion that Tari went through: as much as he wants to deny it to protect himself, he'll realize that it's okay to be vulnerable and have friends.
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And he'd be surprised how much of what he did was valuable to them. That what he seeks is already right in front of him. After all, he's already part of the Crew :)
He would just have to let himself avert his view and see the truth.
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drawing-kitty-ckristal Ā· 7 months ago
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OK so hear me out:
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God finishing the Second book and getting the Brick r giving me Brain rot
Also cute ruler of wind
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petricorah Ā· 9 months ago
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scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]
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simcardiac-arrested Ā· 2 months ago
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you were anything but.
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luck-of-the-drawings Ā· 9 months ago
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"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#cw blood#something something cracking open a boy w the cold ones#IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I MISSED I SWWWEAR TO JEBEDIAH. IF I STARE AT THIS ANYMORE IM GONNA DIE IT NEEDS TO BE DONE#ALSO RRRAAAHAHHHGHGH CAN I JUST TAKEA SECOND TO SCREEAAMM ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE SODA AND EMIZEL.. LIKE THERYE SO CUTE....#THEY ARE HOMIES THAT KISS EACHOTHR GOODNIGHT. THEY CARE SO MUCH FOR EACHOTHER. SODA LOVES SODA AND SODA LOVES YOU#do u guys remember how willing he was to share blood w his vampire bestie. like cmon. remember when emizel memorized sodas Soda Schedule.#LIKE CMON.... they just have eachothers backs so much. ouhhh my god... ANYWAY SO THE ART HUH. I FEEL LIKE I SCRAMBLED W IT FOR A WHILE#DRAWIN IS HARD..... i think i did well in the end tho.. i like the lil heart beat effects. and i hope i made soda look Suffieciently Scared#i ALSO had fun w the teeth. i however did not have fun w the walls. if i had more drugs i mightve done every brick in more detail#but i didnt WANNA!!!! this will suffice.I HOPE IT FLOWS WELL&THAT ITS CLEAR... IVE STARED AT IT SO LONG IT IS NOW VISUAL SOUP. HELP!!!#i want my comics to have more Pauses and Space and Thought and Momence. i feel like normally they go so fast. but THIS time#i think i did good.... huuoouhhhh.... comics are HARD art is HARD but i am HARDER. or something. OH YEAH I HAVE MORE ART THINGS#soda was RLY HARD FOR ME TO DRAW FOR A MINUTE..but i like where his design is now. i wanted his hair to be curly swirly.like soda fizz#i THINK thats all my thoughts for now. if u have thoughts u should spill them in the tags i looooove reading tttaaggsss#have a goodnight i gotta go to work soon. maybe. unless the casinos power goes out AGAIN. OR SEOMTHING... UUGHHH MY SCHEDULE IS IN SHAMBLES#I THOUGHT I WAS WORKIN 3 DAYS INA ROW SO I RENTED A WHOLE DAMN HOTEL BC THE JOB PLACE IS FAR AWAY.. I HAD TO CANCEL THE WHOLE RESERVATOn#annd im MMMMAD ABOUT IT!!! like ill get over it ofc BUT IM PEEVED!!!! IM INCONVIENIENCED AND GENTLY AGGRIVATED. BUT OVERALL FINE.#hope yalls weekend goes well. sleep well. if u get the chance to.
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doodleodds Ā· 2 years ago
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Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.
If you canā€™t read what Akechiā€™s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, hereā€™s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- thereā€™s a new flavor.
I donā€™t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! Youā€™re so sweet.
I hope I choke. Theyā€™re lovely, thank you.
Like hell. Likewise. Thereā€™s no way itā€™s just a coincidence. Still though, itā€™s a funny coincidence.
#p5#akeshu#akechi goro#kurusu akira#wow- me?? posting a valentines comic... actually on?? valentines????? wack. absolutely wack#it's a short one! I purposefully tried to keep it short. it was a challenge and it still ended up being 3 pages. but i blame my canvas size#also in case u can't see what akira is holding out to akechi: theyre chocolate covered strawberries on sticks!#i saw them irl and was like oh god i want those. i am going to project that feeling on my favorite characters so help me god#and now! here we are! but my shitty-ass coloring & line quality make it hard to discern them so. sorry about that lmaooooo#ANYWAY i don't do enough post-maruki stuff so. i made this one a little bittersweet. :)#why did i put akechi's scarf in a bow? honestly i dont know! i think i saw some art a while ago that did that too and i thought it was cute#well. plus i guess there's the symbolism of 'akechi being alive and reciprocating your feelings (however involuntarily) IS a gift' part#hence that hes wrapped up in a bow. like a present. :)#also god. the first panel is supposed to be akechi's reflection in a vending machine window. I could NOT get it to look right#so for reference!!! just so you guys understand!!!!!! thats what that panel is supposed to be!!! he is NOT in fact a ghost. (sigh)#hope you enjoyed and had a lovely valentines!! for my part i have eaten nothing but sweets today and hoo boy will that have been a mistake#ALSO in terms of the audience-participation comic...hopefully coming soon. if i can ever gain the will to draw it.#but at least tumblr has polls now so i can do the audience-choose-y bit without needing to use a separate website! so thats good i guess#anyway anyway anway thanks for listening to me ramble if you made it this far! have a lovely rest of your day and hopefully see u again soon
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plinko-soup Ā· 10 months ago
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SINCE PPL REALLY LIKE MY CARY POST... i never finished this but its ANCIENT now. So i'll roll him out of my WIPs i think. I was going to finish this after my first cary drawing but I just lost motivation... Sorry Cary... maybe I'll draw you again soon <3
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skitskatdacat63 Ā· 9 months ago
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"Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily."
+ process(tw blood)
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Also, look at him, bloody little guy šŸ„¹
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This drawing was inspired by several matador pics :D here and here:
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^ I don't think I'll ever live up to the second one ah. There's several pics of that specific guy just soaked with blood, and I'm uh a bit obsessed with then ITS FUCKED UP I KNOW OKAY! But I've not drawn blood in a while so it was a bit difficult so I added less than I would want to I guess. Also I'm obsessed with how often they kneel in bullfighting?? Like okay who are you arching your back and spreading your legs for-
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