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[livinghalfway]

Younger Years Pt. 3

Part 2

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence Word Count: 1664

The next morning when Damian woke up everyone was much more prepared to deal with his inevitable attack. The restraint on his ankle and Alfred the cat still napping on him helped deal with most of the initall anger that radiated off him though. The goal right now was to convince Damian that he had been de-aged, and all he needed to do was stay with them until the magic wore off. 

The topic of Danyal would come later, for now they needed to focus on Damian. 

Everyone had also prepared an item to show Damian to prove to him that they were telling the truth about his current situation. Alfred was first and had brought him a cup of tea the exact way the young boy preferred when he had first joined them at the manor. Duke showed Damian his school yearbook, and had marked which pages had an older Damian in them. Jason rummaged through the art room and pulled out a few old sketchbooks. 

Those had done well enough to calm the baby assassin down so that Bruce was able to explain the details to the young Damian. Which only served to make him think that instead of this being a test from his grandfather it was actually a scheme to draw him away from his birthright as one of the heirs to the demon head. 

To help further convince him Tim printed out the first DNA test they had done with Damian; making sure to note that the dates on these can’t be altered. Then Dick had showed him photos of him dressed in his Robin costume. What was strange though is that Damian didn’t look pridefully at the photos, only confused. 

Finally it was Bruce’s turn and no one was surprised when it turned out to be a family photo album. It was filled with photos of everyone from the last few years. Pictures of both big and small moments that the family had gone through. What was surprising though is when Damian practically exploded with rage with every page he turned. 

“Chum, is something wro-” Bruce tries to start once he sees how affected the photo album is making him. Only for said book to be launched at his head before he can finish speaking. 

“Get out!” Damian snarls as his eyes dart to everyone around the room as he repeats his words, “Get out!” 

“I told you this wasn’t going to work.” 

“Not now, Jason.” 

Dick makes an obvious move of wanting to comfort Damian, but is clearly holding himself back knowing that his succor would only make things worse. “Dami…” 

“You do not have the right to call me that,” Damian's breath starts to speed up with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “The only one that will ever be allowed to use that name has apparently been long absent from my life. So I will repeat myself only once more; get out.” 

No one makes any move to leave at first and it isn’t until Tim clears his throat as well as putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder does the others finally move. It takes both Duke and Tim to get Bruce out of the room, and Jason ends up having to practically drag Dick out. 

“Why did you pull me away from him! He was clearly on the verge of a breakdown based around the fact that Danyal, his twin, never came here with him! Damian needs someone to be with him right now!” Dick angrily breaks out of Jason's hold on him. 

Jason, immediately matching Dick’s tone retorts, “Since when has that kid ever liked having family much less strangers comfort him? Cause newsflash Dickiebird that what we are to him right now, nothing but strangers who are trying to act way too familiar with him. The only thing your sympathy will do right now is just make things worse!” 

“I’m not going to let my currently 6 year old baby brother mourn a death by himself!”

“We don’t actually know if Danyal is dead or not right now. Just that he didn’t arrive with Damian at the manor 4 years ago.” Tim interjects before any more arguing between the two can continue. “For all we know Ra’s could have sent one twin away to here while keeping the other involved with the league.” 

“Wouldn’t have Damian said something by now if that was the case? He obviously cared a lot for Danyal.” Duke honestly doesn’t know what the right decision is right now, but he’s more inclined to agree with Jason right now. 

Tim runs a hand through his hair in thought, “14 year old Damian, maybe. The Damian that first arrived at the manor four years ago, no way. Especially if he was told explicitly not to say anything. That little brat was still deep in the league mindset, and would have done anything Talia or Ra’s said.”

“Wouldn’t have Ra’s already used Danyal against Bruce though? He’s had plenty of opportunities to use the knowledge of a second child to get B to do practically anything for him. What possible scenario would he be saving that information for?” Dick at this point seems to have calmed down. He’s still obviously wanting to be with Damian, but also knows that Jason is right about how his presence wouldn’t be appreciated at the moment. 

Jason instead of offering any answers to Dick’s questions turns to direct his lingering anger at Bruce, “You’re being awfully fucking quiet right now B, what do you have to say about all this?”

“... I think it’s time to call Talia. I wanted to wait and give Damian the chance to explain himself before doing so, but if the league does still have Danyal we need to start planning his rescue as soon as possible.” 

After asking the boys to keep an eye on Damian, and to check in on him every once in a while without distressing him more Bruce headed upstairs towards his office. Once there he silently stares at the phone in his hand. 

It had been devastating to learn that he had a son, and missed out on so much of his life. Bruce had been angry at Talia, furious even, especially when she had raised Damian to be a child assassin. To learn that she had done this not once but twice shattered him. Even more so when he thinks about how his second son might still be a part of that life when he could have been living here with him instead. 

The alternative to that thought though, the unfortunate more likely option, is that Danyal is dead. 

That he had failed yet another child. 

Bruce presses the number and puts the phone to ear. With each unanswered ring he sees flashes of what could have been if both boys had arrived that day. What was Danyal even like? Was he similar to Damian, or was he the complete opposite? 

“Beloved, what a pleasant surprise hearing from you.”

“I know about Danyal.” Bruce leans back in his chair with his eyes closed. Today has already been exhausting, and he knows that it’s not going to get any better anytime soon. “What happened to him?” 

The amount of silence that follows tells him that for maybe the first time he has truly shocked Talia with his words. Eventually though she answered, sorrow clear as day in her voice, “How much do you know?” 

“I’d rather you tell me what you know right now.” 

“Danyal died two weeks before Damian was sent to live with you.”

There it was, the hard truth. A child that he was never given the chance to hold, to meet, and to love was dead. Bruce had nothing to hold onto from a child that died way too young. 

“My Father and Damian are the only ones that truly know what happened in that room; I didn’t even know at the time that he had pulled the two of them from their afternoon studies.” She continues softly, “By the time I reached them Danyal was gone. I imagine Ra’s wanted to make an example out of him because he had put his body into the pits … only he never came back out. The pits had even taken his body with them.” 

“Did you never question what happened to him?” 

“Ra’s told me it was none of my concern when I questioned him, and he forbade Damian from telling me himself. He had all evidence of Danyal erased after that; he only exists now in the memory of those who knew him.” 

“Would you have ever told me about him?”

“No.” 

“Hm.” Bruce doesn’t do anything more than acknowledging her response before hanging up, and putting the phone down. He wasn’t going to get any more information out of her, and he had more important things to focus on right than interrogating Talia. It seems they’re all just going to have to wait for Damian to learn what happened to Danyal anyway. 

For now though he needs to go back downstairs and make sure they haven’t exploded into chaos due to his absence, but as he exits his office he makes a quiet promise to himself and Danyal. “Even in death you will be a part of this family; I’m so sorry you will never get the chance to know just how much they already love you.” 

Once he reaches the batcave once more he sees Tim and Duke at the computer, Jason laid back with his feet on the center table, and Dick leaning by the med bay door. All of them though stop what they’re doing and look towards him as he enters; waiting for him to tell them what has become of the brother they’ve never met. 

“Danyal is dead.” It hurts to watch his sons lose what little hope they had that maybe by the end of this their brother would be coming home. 

[sstarfruitz]

Idk what to ask so... Have this‼️

Why lego hands....? Uhm... Runs away.

OMMGGGGGGGG HELP ME I LOVE THIS SM

fanart for my au…….. woaw……… AGRGRGRGGRGRGRGGRR IM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO FREAK OUT OVER THIS BUT THIS IS SO COOL AUGHHH

YOU DREW HIM SO CUTE OMGOMG I LOVE HOW U DRAW HIM HOW U MAKE HIM SO ADORABLE IT IS MAKING MY HEART EXPLODEEE

Also yep this is it this is the AU u got it perfect LMAOOOO whenever someone asks for a synopsis of it ill just show them this

BUT URRRGHHHH I LIKE CANT PUT INTO WORDS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS. Everytime someone draws one of my designs I print it out I HOPE YOU GUYS KNOW I PRINT IT OUT AND HANG IT ON MY WALL. THIS IS GOING UP RIGHT AWAY. it means the world to me that you and others would take time out of their day to draw one of my designs and I literally FREAK THE FLIP OUT when I see it AAAAUGHHH IM RAMBLING SORRY IM JUST SO HAPPY TO SEE MY AU DESIGN DRAWN SO AMAZINGLY

[tangledinink]

Hi 👋

I just wanted to tell you that your art and au's make me smile 🩵✨ what's your favorite work of art that you've created this year?

thank you so much! ; w ; that makes me happy! and i think maybe my favorite thing was the swanatello finale? / just the au in general! i didn't make the entire thing in 2024, but i did finish it this year, and it felt absolutely insane (in a mostly good way...!) to actually finish the project... i miss it a lot sometimes, but i'm really happy with how it ended and would much rather give a story a satisfying conclusion than drag it around like a popular tv sitcom on it's 11th season, if that makes sense.

thank you!!!! ; w ; this makes me happy and i'm glad you like it!!!!! i need to make more clover crown content... soon... it's coming... i promise... @arelenforyadarlin

thank you! ; 0 ; i'm very glad that i did it justice! i am pretty forgetful due to my adhd, but i also tried to do a lot of research along the way about more pervasive memory issues more akin to what donnie was dealing with, so i'm very happy that it all came across well...!

you guys all have permission to stab gemini!big mama if you ever see her <3 also thank you!

i work at a 3D printing company! i do all the silly administration and paperwork stuff, and, despite failing math in high school, some of the accounting stuff, too.

i KNOWWW, they're stealing my fucking brand :/// feels legally actionable to me tbh. they'll be hearing from my lawyers... @thejade-forest

THE GEMINI TWINS CAN DO IT AND THEY BELIEVE IN YOU-- YOU CAN DO IT, TOO!!!! also shaking ur hand re: period-related medical issues and suffering. also training in MMA is incredibly badass?! :000 NICE.

Technically speaking, no. However, the Hidden City Police did find the twins just wandering around the city-- and since she's got, like, 80% of the police force on her payroll, she of course heard about it right away... @serendipitous-posts

GOOD JOB NAILING THE PRETEXT :D I'm glad my silly lil AU was helpful, hehe :3c

I'm originally from Massachusetts! My favorite color is pink and I've been making art for most of the my life. One of the main things driving me is that I just really love stories and characters and wanna force people to pay attention to all the silly lil situations happening to make-believe people in my head. Don't think I could pick a favorite fanart, since they are all so beloved... ; w ; Any version of Donnie is my favorite. I wanna go live in the Pokemon World, I think I try to find a healthy balance between 'doing my own thing' and 'is there an audience for this content?' Also! Great question! Uhhh... for TMWN, what truly started me on that road was that I Didn't Wanna Have To Draw Turtles. For the Gemini, I was very much inspired by the Even More of a Disaster AU! And for Swanatello, as I've stated in the past... I just wanted to make a silly donniesona with a pun for a name... and then things got out of hand... @sweetnsoursinger

nooo don't ooze my tortoiseeee i'm not ready to be a parentttttt i don't wanna live in the sewerssssss noooooooooooo-- @thebloodyheartgirl

emd two is way less insufferable than one--

(it's more like... two and donnie have a lot of common ground with science and mystical studies, so they are capable of getting along pretty well...! and leo automatically feels some sense of protection and affection for two just because... well... he's a version of donnie!

but. uhhh. one... not so much. it is... complicated...)

it was FINE... i mean. it SUCKED, he didn't LIKE it, it took the whole ass day and was painful and exhausting and scary. but there were no huge medical scares or complications or anything, so in the grand scheme, it went pretty smoothly? not that they had much to compare it to...

leo's went WAY smoother though, much quicker and easier than donnie's, (plus just one egg!) and donnie was so fucking annoyed at him for it. @jollycrowntragedy

It's based on their actual genetic/physical ages, for the most part! For Mikey and Venus, Draxum already knew exactly how old all of the turtles were when he got them, (he's a scientist, for goodness sake,) so he could roughly translate that into their 'post-mutation' ages, with Mikey being a bit older. For Raph, Leo, and Donnie, it was a lot more guesswork based for their respective caretakers... The fact that Donnie is the 'older twin,' for example, is completely arbitrary.

Jeni joined the Draxum family at a later date than the rest of the turtles and wasn't present during the original mutation process. She was mutated and 'adopted' as an infant about two years after the initial mutation event-- when Mikey was around three and Venus was about two. @kingofgemini

I do! Here's a post I made previously about the comic making procress for Gemini-- some things have changed a little since then, but most of it is pretty much the same...! If you're looking for the textures specifically, I'd check out the link I've got in the bottom for True Grit Texture Supply, which is where I got a bunch of my brushes. (If you sign up for their email list, then they'll send you a bunch of brushes for free, including a lot of the ones that I use in my comics!) @avisminutia

THANK YOU... ; _ ; THIS MAKES ME VERY VERY HAPPY... I AM GLAD...

[dunkledog]

another gabriel post

this is him around when he finished combat training. He was officially contracted around mid-1959, but spent six months in combat and field medicine training by choice. (Usually they give former civilian newbies a lot less than that, but he insisted for as long as they would let him. Procrastinators, am I right?) He started actually fighting in 1960. Oh, also for reference this is pre-medi gun. I think in this little world I mess with that won't be created until 5-8 years later. I have not decided.

didn't go so well.

1960 really wasn't his year, because not long after he settled into his first team, he witnessed his first respawn failure. I like to call it "The Incident." (Gets a little prose-y and descriptive beyond this point, so I'll add a cut to keep the post neat.)

[TW for graphic descriptions of body horror.]

[also just a little emetophobia warning.]

His team was wiped by the enemy; all got sent to respawn at around the same time. For reference, it was a full team of 12 counting Gabriel. The only reason he survived was because the RED soldier that had him cornered felt bad about killing doctors, and let him go. He ran back to the base in hopes that at least one of them was back by now. The shutter to respawn seemed to be stuck, but there was banging on the other side. Gabriel slid his fingers beneath the inch of it that was jammed open and pulled. What came out was not his teammates. You ever see the circus clown chymus from Mystery Flesh Pit National Park? The fusion experiments from Steven Universe? Sorta like both those things. Their bodies, or at this point body, was one but incompletely printed. They leaked fluids from partial veins, bled all over from every orifice. They struggled to support their weight even on all those limbs and lumbered for the team's only doctor, who at this point was still very alive and anything but well. Many hands came toward him, begging and pleading without any words to be helped. To be healed. I'm imagining the layout as like if you tried to make the body plan of a starfish, but with human spines and ribs as the armature. Ribs are fused together, and can't hold the organs in. I've tried to draw it before, but nothing looks quite like what I'm thinking. I'll get around to it one day. By the time Gabriel snapped out of the initial freeze response, they were basically on top of him and there wasn't much else he could do but scream his head off, apologize, and try to get the hands away. He might've drowned in the blood and vomit if that enemy soldier from earlier hadn't followed him and shot them off. The blast burst an exposed stomach and splashed Gabriel's leg with the acid. He still has trouble with the skin on his knee being tight.

In the aftermath, there was an armistice in the local area in case other units were affected. The eleven who suffered the failure had to have their corrupted 'profiles' deleted (as is typical with a disaster of this magnitude) and were officially lost forever. The body was dissected in a bi-faction investigation under the supervision of Hoch (RED) and Greybeard (BLU.) Which was... certainly something, to say the least. Greybeard wanted to keep it a BLU-only affair, but upper managements with more power than he insisted that Hoch be involved as the machine's other developer. Hoch also insisted to be involved.

Gabriel was interviewed about what he saw, which is likely a long tape of him sitting there, staring a thousand yards into the distance and saying nothing in response to various questions. Regardless, Greybeard decided to invite him to the dissection. Which, he actually attended, though he still couldn't say anything, and wasn't exactly... there. Greybeard wanted him there to make diagrams. Gabriel didn't go there to draw pictures for himself. He felt some responsibility to be there. For his teammates, as their former doctor. Out of guilt for being unable to help them. To appreciate their contribution to this... horrific branch of medicine. Maybe just for closure. To say goodbye. Or, to ensure himself that they were, in fact, dead.

Anyway he's just more haunted than he began with. So that's... cool. I guess.

[operation-out]

Analyzing Once Upon a Time

This can't be how the story ends

Since this blog is now as old as Henry in the Pilot, we thought this would be a good time to re-introduce this Once Upon a Time theory to the new kids on the block - and to the old kids on the block, because we have learned a thing or two during the decade we've been researching this concept.

The heart of the theory can really be summed up in one sentence:

"Everything that happened on Once Upon a Time also really happened in our world, and it is all a metaphorical retelling of Emma's life experiences in the past and in the present."

That's the part of the theory that we are certain about. Every episode has a deeper meaning, there is no fluff and together they all form one big story.

Does that mean that the story that we watched, didn't really happen? No, it's more like getting two stories for the price of one. The best metaphor we can come up with is that of lenticular cards.

Remember those little cards that you would twist and then the image would change? It doesn't really matter which one of those two images is real, because they both are. Someone had to draw and print both of them and use the right technique so we could see them both. Usually the images tell a bit of a story when you combine them, but they work perfectly fine as two standalone images.

So what we are doing is simply twisting the card, we're revealing our second story. We've really emotionally invested in these characters and now we're entering an Alternate Universe that was written by the same writers. And that's the real appeal of this theory, to get another story after the show's been off the air for so long, with the characters we know and love, because they are both.

Let's say the genre of the story we watched on television for 7 years is fantasy and the genre of our new AU is magical realism. So take a seat, suspend disbelief and enjoy the ride, because we're about to watch the official trailer of this new ABC show called Once Upon a Time.

If you watch the trailer, you see the idea of the two sides of the story being reinforced. You also hear the voice-over tell us that "someone from our world" needs to save the fairy tale characters while showing an unconscious Emma. This is the moment when the story splits in two.

Once Upon a Time takes place in what Jung called "The Collective Unconscious", or in this case The Enchanted Forest - a place where humankind's stories are real, where the fairy tale characters we know and love live - the world of archetypes.

A metaphorical curse is cast when Emma crashes her car. She loses consciousness and travels to her own subconscious mind. The fairy tale world and Emma's personal world collide and she gradually steals the fairy tale characters to work through her own issues and traumas. This is how the fairy tale characters actually get trapped in our world.

This is why this version of the story is "Magical Realism" - In magical realism, the underlying idea is that the world we currently live in actually has an undercurrent of magic, of intelligence, a magic that expresses itself through uncanny coincidences. We see this in the Pilot. Emma makes a heartfelt wish, and a second later, her long lost son rings the door bell. Unlikely, but possible in our world. When she slams her car door in anger, electric sparks fly and when she looks up at the clock, it's stuck on 8:15. August 15th. The date her long lost son was born. Odd coincidences, but entirely possible.

This magical world, however, is also a world of karma, because she violently knocks a man against his steering wheel earlier in the episode. Later that night, she hits her own head. This was the only way for the hidden magic of our world to grant Emma's wish and to restore her karma. The intelligent universe forced her to confront her demons with the help of age-old archetypes, so she could heal from her traumas, learn the life lessons she needs to allow people like Henry and Regina into her life.

Everything we saw on this show was Emma's real experience during the show's timeline, but the undercurrent of the world she experienced was created by her memories and by everything what's going on in the world around her while she is in different states of consciousness. Like Jefferson points out during "Hat Trick", even fictional stories come from a real place. They come from the writer's emotions and experiences, codified into story.

What we didn't know when we first started writing this theory, was how weird our consciousness really is. Real comas are nothing like movie comas where people just sit up one day. Maybe they need a little bit of physical rehab and then off they go. No, in the real world, people spend days, weeks, months or even years living in between their dream world and reality, trying to make sense of it all. Some people report having no memory of the months after they woke up and after they were up and somewhat functional. Many report strange dreams and remembering conversations that happened around them - except they thought they were participating.

Based on this newfound knowledge, we concluded that Emma was only in a deep coma for parts of the show's timeline. We think Emma's state in this theory closely aligns with what medical professionals call a minimally conscious state (MCS). Sleeping curse victims in an MCS are awake but show limited awareness of their surroundings. They may respond to stimuli, have brief moments of purposeful behavior, or even show emotional reactions to familiar voices or events. While their consciousness seems fragmented, they can form connections between external events and their inner experiences. The show uses David's coma story to tell us what's happening with Emma. He is able to grab Mary Margaret's hand, which he couldn't do if he was in a full coma. That means Emma is sometimes saying words and interacting with the people around her. They can connect with her in meaningful ways. And they do.

The show is peppered with hints that point to Emma's state in the land without magic. Jefferson is one of the characters who is used as a part of her subconscious that is trying to make Emma aware of her situation in the reality realm, but during the second episode, Emma herself gives us a description of the curse that she is now trapped in.

Emma: "So, for decades, people have been walking around in a haze, not aging, with screwed up memories, stuck in a cursed town that kept them oblivious."

What's very important about this description, is the "screwed up memories". The flashbacks about Emma's life that we have seen, are just as metaphorical of the other parts. They did happen, but they didn't happen in the way we saw them happen. The best explanation for how these 'new memories' are created is by looking at one clear example.

The "memory" of Emma giving birth to Henry is actually a metaphorical memory of Henry coming back into Emma's life, through parallels and visual clues. In this new memory, she expresses how she really felt in that moment, in so much emotional pain she could scream, and terrified to be asked to be a mother. This is how all the stories are created.

Much of the show works this way, except unlike during this scene, we haven't seen the original experience that the metaphor is based upon. So to decipher the rest of Emma's memories, all we can do is look at the recurring themes and storylines, as they show what Emma is wrestling with. Season 1 is full of car crashes, because crashing her car in the Pilot is a very recent trauma. Parents giving up children is a recurring trauma, because it matches both her story and Henry's story. This is the translation key to figure out Emma's story. Look at the patterns.

If we listen back to the show's trailer one more time, the theme song that was chosen to represent the show couldn't be more of an invitation to see the reality layer of the story.

Rescue me

Show me who I am

'Cause I can't believe

This is how the story ends

Fight for me

If it's not too late

Help me breathe again

No, this can't be how the story ends

This is Emma fighting for her life in reality. Asking Regina and Henry and the people around her to help her come back to life, because this can't be how the story ends. This can't be how she dies.

Ooookay... so where's the fun exactly?

You may be wondering, what is the appeal? Admittedly, this story is somewhat sad and dark at first glance, but remember when you watched the first season and you were trying to guess the characters' fairy tale identities? You get to do that again, except this time you are trying to guess the real world identities. You get to experience the curse from the inside and it really does feel like you can recapture some of the fun from the first time around.

Once you realize that the memories we saw were warped, many questions bubble up to the surface. How did Henry really find Emma? Who gave him the story book and why? How did he come to his conclusions? Is he the author because he is creating the fairy tales he is reading to Emma? Who are Emma's real parents? Why was she given up for adoption? What really happened to her in foster care? Is Neal really Henry's father or is there more to the story? What is wrong with Emma? Was there something fishy about the adoption? Why is she in and out of consciousness? How do Henry and Regina react? Did Regina really try to kill her? If Regina wasn't actually the evil queen, why did Henry think she didn't love him? Why is everyone suddenly related? Who is Emma Swan? Who is Regina Mills? Who is Henry? And Gold? And Hook?

It becomes a gigantic mystery, a fantastical true crime show. And the more people lend their ears and their eyes to it, the better our chances are to actually solve this very, very weird puzzle. Because as we said, the only part of this theory that we are sure of, is that everything we saw, is all a metaphorical retelling of Emma's life in the past and in the present. We report on the connections we find, the possible interpretations. The recurring themes. The meaningful parallels. We don't claim those are the correct interpretations, because they change as we dig deeper.

So consider this an invitation to take a bite out of the forbidden fruit of knowledge, join in and share your observations, because we would like to see the full picture once we tilt our little card to take another look.

[fockpop]

WooSan x Reader

Summary: Wooyoung and San break into your apartment thinking they're robbing your neighbor. They find you desperate for release, and you're just glad that someone, anyone is there to help you.

WC: 3,143

Warnings: darkcon!!!, rough smut, unprotected sex (we know better IRL), reader is a nympho, vaginal penetration, anal, wooyoung is a mean Dom, San is mean too but less, reader nicknames: bitch, sweetheart, baby, princess, whore

Uhhhh pls let me know if I missed any tags I am so rusty

For weeks the two men have been preparing, watching, waiting, taking notes of the dates and times, patiently waiting for their opportunity. At nine the lights flick off and they make their move, both prepared to enter the apartment and find whatever expensive goods they can.

San and Wooyoung stay as quiet as they can even though they've staked the place out. Clad in dark, nondescript clothing, they walk casually to your front door and Wooyoung stands cover, nonchalant like he's waiting for San to fish out his key and turn the lock, as San employs a pick expertly to break into your apartment.

Inside, you're in your bedroom, baggy t-shirt scrunched up by the hand you have cupping your tit, groping at your nipple, as you bounce up and down on a dildo, desperately chasing your high. There's no noise save for your own heavy breaths as your chest heaves from exertion, thighs trembling. It's still not enough, though. The plastic cock in you fills you up and your legs work to make it pump in and out of you, fingers pressing circles on your sore clit, but it's nothing that a real cock and man's body can offer you and you're frustrated, teeth in your bottom lip, eyes screwed shut as you try and imagine that you're riding a hot man hard. In your imagination, he's putting a hand to your throat, whispering how he's going to fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you and bucking his hips hard to meet yours, so lost in your thoughts that you don't hear the door swing open.

Wooyoung waits for San to pocket the pick and enter the apartment, following him quickly once they do step in.

And then he pauses. The rhythmic squelching, squeaking from the bedroom is oddly familiar but he can't place it. It's not the same as a dryer or a dishwasher, some kind of machine a person would let run while they were out of the house.

He grabs San's wrist and signals to him to proceed cautiously.

They don't have much time so they work quickly, splitting up to find valuables. Wooyoung doesn't think they can make off with anything large, like a television, but even when he casts a glance to it, he's taken aback by how small it is.

Something is wrong.

The apartment is classy but youthful with plants and slightly worn down furniture. There are plants in places where antiques should be and modern art prints hang where Rococo frames should be. San had made for the bedroom, per their plan, and Wooyoung follows, hoping beyond all hope that he can stop him before they're discovered. It's a mistake-- a huge oversight on their part-- they must've-- they must've--

Shit. San is already standing in front of the bedroom door and--

San turns sharply and holds his index finger over his mouth, quieting Wooyoung's hurried steps. They're not even that loud, but anything would be enough to foil their plan and--

Why is he grinning like that? Wooyoung had seen San's deviant smile enough to know that he's doing it right now, even if all he can see is the sparkle in his cat eyes.

Wooyoung draws to a stop next to him and peers into the bedroom, wondering what he could have possibly found to garner such a look.

And then he sees it.

You, pretty little thing, bouncing furiously on a black rubber cock like you'd die if you didn't cum. Your hair cascades down your back and your t-shirt pools at your lower back, exposing the smooth skin of your ass cheeks.

Wooyoung licks his lips and looks at San to see if they're thinking the same thing. San just nods in confirmation because there's no way in hell he's gonna pass up a chance like this.

The younger man is bold and pushes the door open wider, letting it creak. "Would you look at that?" he hums. "We found ourselves quite a surprise."

At the voice, you twist your head towards the door, looking to see who it is and slowing down slightly. When you see the two men standing in the doorway, you slow down further.

"Please," you whimper, eyes glossy and lips puffy and red. Your hand lowers and your shirt falls with it.

For a moment, Wooyoung thinks you're going to bolt, beg them to stay away, leave you alone. And then, to his and San's utter surprise, you turn towards them on the dildo and slowly start rocking your hips once more, easier this time.

Whatever semblence of control he has, the part of him that likes to play with women and hear them beg, scream, and cry, flies out the window because he's never had this happen before. You want him, them, to fuck you.

San recovers from his shock faster, walking to you and hooking his arms under yours, and lifts you off of the dildo, listening to the strangled cry you let out, and picks you up to throw you onto your bed. He wastes no time in unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and briefs down.

Wooyoung comes to stand next to him at the edge of the bed and watches as your trembling legs rub together and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch them better.

The mean part of him takes over and he pulls one of your arms out from under you, making you fall back to the bed again with a whine, and San wrenches you closer to the edge of the bed where his half-hard cock waits. The hairs of your pussy tickle his crotch but he doesn't mind. He forces your legs apart-- even though you'd already spread them for him-- and rubs his cock head up and down your slit, collecting the soak of precum, before pushing in.

You moan around him and your eyes flutter shut as he begins to roll his hips, cock hardening quickly inside of you.

It's been so long since you last had a nice hard dicking and you're soaking in expectation of the fuck you're about to get.

Wooyoung's worried you might forget he's there and he's not one to be left out, so he fishes his own cock out and kneels on the bed, shuffling closer to you so he can fuck your mouth.

With a light slap to your face, he gets your attention and you open your eyes to see his pretty cock curling in front of your face. Saliva gathers in your mouth and you reach eagerly for his fuck stick, already imagining how the salt of his sweat and the bitter precum will taste as he fucks down your throat.

This time when you prop yourself up on an elbow, he doesn't pull it out from under you. Instead Wooyoung reaches behind you and gathers your hair in his hand, making it into a ponytail so he can skull fuck you once he's ready.

Between your legs, San's still fucking hard into you and you struggle to keep your focus on him long enough to make out what he looks like. His eyes are beautiful and his skin is clear, dyed blonde hair frames his face. The black of his facemask makes his brown eyes look dark, especially in the dim light of your bedroom.

He's strong, you can tell even though he's almost fully clothed, and his legs are powerful as he snaps his hips into you. One strong arm hooks around your leg and he hooks it over his shoulder, pounding into you deeper as you gag on Wooyoung's dick. His hand has your hair wrapped around it and he pulls tight on your scalp which you love without him even knowing.

"Fuck, she's tight," San hisses in a breath. "You're gonna love this pussy."

"And she knows how to suck, the little slut," Wooyoung adds.

You moan when he calls you that and a grin lights his face, though all you can see is the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh? You like that? You're quite the whore, aren't you? Letting two strangers fuck you in your room, taking it like you want it."

His cock's too deep down your throat for you to tell him you do. You do want him. You want both of them to completely wreck you, to leave you covered in spit and cum and then come back again tomorrow and do it again. They're exactly what you wanted, what you needed.

And he keeps forcing it further, making you gag, then holding it there until your eyes water harder and you get light-headed. Wooyoung pulls out then, letting you gasp and catch your breath.

"Look pretty when you cry for us like that. I love when my women cry."

"Fuckin' nympho, tightenin' up on my cock." San pushes both of your legs to your chest and Wooyoung's forced to pull out of your mouth in the process. At least he can tell San's close to cumming, face red from exhaustion and eyes hazy from pleasure.

"Gonna be my turn next," he murmurs in a low voice, reaching between you and San to pinch at your nipples.

"Please," you whisper, voice hoarse from his throat-fucking. "Wan' it," you slur, drunk from the pleasure in your cunt.

"Willing little bitch. Let everyone fuck you like this?" San comments.

"Bet she does." Then Wooyoung slides his hand further down and pinches your clit, hard.

You scream out and tighten up, clamping down on San's schlong as he tries to continue pistoning inside of you.

"Shit," he groans before spilling deep in your kitty, bucking his hips a few more times to get as much as he can from the orgasm. "Fuckin' perfect pussy."

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulls his cock out of you, ignoring your whimper, and watches as your hole twitches and his cum spills out. Your legs relax and you try to catch your breath as Wooyoung and San trade places and you clench around nothing. All the hot cum spilling from you trails down over your asshole and your pussy lips and your legs come together to savor the feeling of hot sticky jizz.

"Gonna let me fuck you too?" Wooyoung questions, eyebrow raising. He's daring you to try and resist now, to make him work for it, but you have no opposition to it. In fact, you're mewling again at his words and spreading your legs for him so he can see the slimy mess of his friend's orgasm between your legs. "That's a good little slut. Open wide," he chimes.

His cock is wet from your spit but it's cold from the air and you moan and gasp as he pushes into you in one quick stroke. Once your hips are flush together, he pulls you up and holds his hand at the back of your head.

"Eyes on me, bitch."

You bite your lip and focus on his dark eyes as he starts to cant his hips, hand twirling in your hair again and grasping at the roots at the back of your head.

A gasp makes its way out of you as he tugs, the strands screaming and a shiver rocketing down your spine.

His other hand comes around your neck from behind and he puts pressure on your throat. His partner comes to press behind you, cock hard again and his hands find your breasts.

The feeling is a lot and your eyes flutter but you try your best to keep them open and focused on the dark haired man power thrusting his hips into yours.

"Easy, Woo, I want another round."

"Names," he hisses at San and glares at him.

San pulls his mask off and grins, "you think she's gonna turn us in?"

"No!" you gasp out, desperate. In fact, you'd turn them in if they didn't come back to fuck you hard again, but if they kept on like this, you'd let them in any time of day.

"Told you. She's hooked on our cocks. Couldn't find anyone else to fuck her so good so she's gonna let us do whatever we want." He smirks and you nod, agreeing with him. One strong hand reaches your folds and slips a finger in along Wooyoung's cock and the other leaves your tit to play with your clit. Wooyoung's fingers press into your neck so hard your vision goes black. You cry out and throw your head back onto San's shoulder as orgasm crashes over you.

You come back to, panting hard and to a hand rubbing your inner thighs.

"That's a good girl. Came so hard for him, didn't you?" It's the blonde man, behind you, with his strong legs on either side of you, the material of his jeans nowhere to be found.

Then the dark haired man, who is absolutely stunning without his mask on, grins something dark and runs a thumb over your chin, wiping away drool.

"Think you can take both of us, sweetheart?" He asks and your eyes light up, shooting open in disbelief.

You nod eagerly, "yes, yes please. OH god." Your thighs tremble and you can't press them together. The mess between them is drying in the air and you want nothing more than for them both to fuck you full one more time.

"Dr--drawer," you force out, pointing towards your bedside table.

San raises an eyebrow and shares a look with Wooyoung, who reaches over to see what you could possibly be referring to.

The drawer opens and he looks through a handful of stuff that he has no interest in, chapstick and condoms, a tissue pack-- and then he finds it. A bottle of lube.

The grin he sports is another turn on and you can tell you're about to get devoured by the man.

When he shows his friend, you feel the way his grip on your thighs tightens and his prick twitches into you.

"What do ya think, Sanie? Wanna fuck our new slut in the ass?"

He nods and then Wooyoung clucks his tongue.

"You got her cunt first. I want that ass first."

"You got her mouth," he whines but he can't really complain, so he manhandles you into his lap.

You're not expecting a second gorgeous man, but you find one. He's sexy with sharp cheekbones like the other's sharp jawline. They're both hot as hell and you feel yourself gush at the thought of taking both of the handsome men at once.

After two rounds of rough sex and a vigorous masterbatuory session, your legs are useless, so you let yourself be tugged into position and sigh when the man sinks his cock into you and eases you down onto his erection. His friend isn't far behind and you feel him pour lube all over your ass before he sticks a finger into your bud ruthlessly.

You squeal and he smacks your ass cheek with his free hand.

San, you think?, reaches a hand around you and adds his dry finger into your ass. The cries don't make any sound as they leave your throat and you arch your back, head thrown back. The dark haired man doesn't care that he's got lube all over his hand as he grabs your hair and pulls your head back further before he spits hard into your open mouth. It catches you off guard but you swallow it.

"Think she liked that, Woo. She just clenched on my cock."

"Bet she did, dirty fuckin' slut."

You whine as he lets go of your hair and you drop forward, almost smacking foreheads with San. He chuckles, "tired baby? We're not done with you yet."

Weakly, you clench around him again, excited for them to fuck you together, even though you're so tired you can barely move.

"Please," you whimper, "wan' it to hurt. Make it burn."

"Oh, he will, princess. Don't worry about that." San's chuckle is dark and should scare you, but your brain is far too pleasure-riddled to care.

Wooyoung pries your ass open, with San's fingers helping him, and feeds his cock into your asshole, hissing at how tight and hot it is. The lube makes the slide easier, but so much of it is making your cheeks shine that you're not soaking for him, so he spits down onto your hole and his cock. You can feel it slide down your ass crack and then further into you as he starts to fuck you.

You groan at the feeling and only get louder when San starts to move his hips upwards too.

Together, they fill you up beautifully and the stretch burns so good that you can't help but squeak repeatedly as they hammer their hips into you.

"Shit, bitch," San rasps, "shut the fuck up."

And to shut you up, he sticks three fingers in your open mouth. You moan around them and salivate, sucking them in eagerly.

Your anus is stretched deliciously and the blonde man is so deep in your pussy you can feel him at your cervix, causing that painful tension that makes you clench tighter, orgasming around them.

"Fuckin' whore, cumming four times for complete strangers," Wooyoung spits.

"Suckin' fingers and cocks, asking to be fucked in the ass, disgusting bitch."

Tears pool in your eyes but you love their harsh words and your eyes roll back in your head when San twists your nipple with his free hand and Wooyoung smacks down on your clit.

Black swirls at the edge of your vision and you try your hardest to focus and stay conscious as you can tell their climaxes are about to break, but ultimately you can't handle it and you black out.

When you wake up, there's cum dribbling out of you and drying on your back. Drool is dried on your chin and your eyes sting from tears. You're still naked and your sheets are a mess, hair tangled and you're sore all over, but your brain sings from the wonderful series of orgasms those two hot men pulled from you.

They were selfish and rough, taking what they wanted and telling you to shut up and take it, calling you all the kinds of names you loved.

Your pussy clenches and you know you couldn't take another cock right now, but the thought of them being here to ruin you again, make another mess, cum on you, is so enticing...

And then it catches your eye. The paper on your bedside table.

We'll be back tomorrow.

Your fingers trace to your clit and you try to gather any kind of wetness left, only to bring your hand to your lips and taste it, a smile gracing your face in utter contentment.

You hope they will.

[lottee-e]

🎀More of my silly little sketchbook drawings 🎀

[crescentfool]

happy mochizuki monday, have a little doodle i made based on a convention i went to this past weekend :)

[kyurochurro]

Frankie Stein!! ⚡ Part 1 of 3 for my 2023 Howl-o'ween Monster High Series!! 🎃 >:)

(Draculaura and Clawdeen are next!! Stay tuned for them, I'll link them on this post later on when they're done!)

[nwarrior777]

okay okay hear me out HEAR ME OUT

F09!Kim

(or postconcussion!Kim there his concussion was non treated well and did things to his health. F09 is ICD code of most close diagnosis to described and by that i mean i have it)

detailed scenario (prompt?) under cut

after concussion he start to get strange weird "something wrong" feeling for hours which he can't describe and find any info anywhere.

other symptoms came too, vision affected, migraines, hallucinations, stress, all feelings and thoughts turned to gray mash. He mostly just lay in bed trying to rest but 24/7 in bed is not rest it's depression. harry came to him more and more often for "giving a thing back" [kim care for harry after tribunal] but from some moment he just stays because Kim feels * really * bad. Lay, staring into the wall, sleep, getting out of bed to just eat, sleep on table, not getting out of bed, getting fried eggs with ketchup smile to the bed, sleep sleep sleep, starting to make just "mmmm" "nnnnnnggghhhh" sounds instead of words. not going to doctors at first because "i am fine" then "i. don't. care" and at this stage just "...". just gray nothing in his thoughts

untill first epilepsy seizure with passing out.

harry tries to make "self kim care day" (which is "hey let's watch some old ass cop film with popcorn". [i mean. it's harry]).

some intense action scene with flashes, boom, eyes rolled foam in mouth kim waking up in hospital, harry running all around. but there is some good doctor, and after month of Kim being in clinic, shivering from IV, not being able to focus visually at anything, walking only with hand on walls, some most intense hallucinations - which all was part of the process of figuring " what the hell is happening with this guy " and trying which meds work, Kim finally gets treatment. which start helps

Healing finally happening

He finally getting explanation of that "something wrong" feeling thing - turned to be epilepsy aura type [epilepsy aura is a real med term. yep]). it stop happening after some time on meds. Less migraines, less hallucinations, mostly at time then he is at bed late and stresed again, which is now happens rare. vision don't really go better, accept being able to focus came back, but he learns how to live with almost complete blindness, going to places with a lot of not visual senses interests, like nature or music concerts, which harry know all about, all bands in town, all clubs, and takes kim to places where he knows will not be flickering lights or sudden loud music

Gray mash of feelings and thoughts turns into fine life and Kim can finally Taste what flavor is the syrup on pancakes harry making him on breakfast.

mm absolutely not based on my life of course it's based on my life

[sysig]

Gotta sweep up all this Dust (Patreon)

[glycherrii]

(almost) 6 year redraw!!

original drawing : november 18, 2017

redraw : september 4, 2023

this was originally my interpretation of bast from the kane chronicles, but i feel like i might repurpose this for another oc design ^O^

[shokupanda]

honestly when you followed me I was kinda shocked because your art style looks like something that would be extremely popular and I feel like you would have 10k followers I hope you become extremely popular some day

adsfhsdufhsdiofso thats so nice of you to say. no need to be shocked tho as i am just some guy. i think i only have like 200ish followers. maybe some day ill get there sdfjksdsfd

im taking a graphic design degree and let me tell you that my style does not translate well into live drawing and traditional realism watercolor paintings; impostor syndrome hits hard when all my classmates draw majestic riot games splash art type stuff

but reading nice comments abt my art on tumblr really helps a lot for when i get in a slump so i am very appreciative of them. i know i havent said much abt em but i really genuinely appreciate em so much jdskksd

anywho yeah again thats very nice of you to say thamkye very much <33 !!! sorry for rambling ksfjdsd

[bas-rouge]

I wish I could pull off crunchy art but I just don't think I can. I could try I guess that's what the spirit of Dogcember is all about. Practice. Exploration. Etc.

[risingsunresistance]

idea in my head: i would love to animate what the little buddies would do while you get a combo, even if it's just like 5 frame "animation" bc i'm not good at animating

problem: how do i. draw out and animate a combo. like the actual puzzle game part, how would i even start to do that. do i just leave it up to the imagination

[astranauticus]

the funny thing about drawing robits at least for me is after i got the hang of it (pain in the ass) it actually becomes more fun than drawing regular humanoid anatomy because the geometry of it is just so much more… regular and intuitive like no Weird Muscle Curvature here! just orbs and cylinders

(anyway i recently remembered that theres a guy at my school who runs a printing station where you can print (among other stuff) stickers if you provide a design so guess whats my next wip)