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byunejoo · 1 year ago

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four seventeen p.m 𐦍

pairing asakura jo x fem reader

content est relationship, virgin!jo, inexperienced boyf!jo, big dick!jo, he’s kinda massive, oral (m rec), handjobs, fingering (f rec), finger sucking, kind of dom!reader but not really, virginity loss, protected and mentioned unprotected sex, condom breaking, he’s embarrassed, he lowkey has a praise kink, potential size kink, mentioned pulling out (but only barely)

word count 3.8k

notes not a request! (where are the jo requests </3) lol i told myself when i was writing this that it wouldn’t be long bc i wasn’t attracted to jo like that…..brain said “u wanna bet dani?” also this is not proofread and the ending was rushed so don’t mind any mistakes please

To say that Jo was nervous would be a major understatement.

You’d been dating Jo for a few months now and it was nothing short of wonderful. It seemed that the two of you operated on the same wavelength; you both shared the same hobbies, opinions, interests, and even your differences didn’t clash, but instead balanced each other out. It almost felt like you were made for one another.

On the other hand, though, he felt very nervous for the next step in your relationship. So far, all you have done was minimal affection—a kiss here and there, hugging and some slightly-stiff cuddling. But he’d noticed lately how much more clingy you were, how your touches lingered, kisses were longer, and your eyes wandered. He wasn’t dumb. He knew what you were thinking about.

But the issue comes when it actually gets down to it.

It’s not that Jo is a virgin by choice. Well—his own choice. There were times where he brushed off his nerves with others he was interested in, but once they had gotten his pants down, all plans fell through. In short, Jo’s dick is big. Much bigger than most people know how to handle. And instead of making him cocky and confident about his size, it did the complete opposite. He felt almost ashamed.

So, when you took initiative one afternoon, kissing him a little harder and longer than you usually do, he got nervous. He tried to keep up with kissing you back, but all he could focus on was your hand that dropped past his shoulder, sneaking further and further down his front. When he felt your fingertips brush past his belly button, he gasped and pulled back from the kiss. You, shocked from the abrupt action, pulled your hand away quickly and stared at him with wide eyes. Have you done something wrong? Did you make him uncomfortable?

“I’m sorry—,” you both started. The two of you gestured to one another to continue, awkwardly laughing.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” You shared a laugh about speaking again at the same time, but a blanket of seriousness covered the two of you after that. It was quiet and a little awkward. Neither of you wanted to be the one to break the silence after that. You watched as Jo avoided your gaze and fidgeted with his fingers. Those fingers that you often find yourself staring at as of late. Just thinking, wondering, imagining how they would feel—. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little nervous to…do anything.”

You regained your focus, letting your eyes snap back up to look at his face. His cheeks were tinted a slightly pink shade, his ears red, and although he was trying to look at you, he couldn’t stop his shifty eyes. “We don’t have to do anything, JoJo, that’s okay.”

“I want to!” If you hadn’t been staring at him so intently, you would’ve been startled by his sudden burst. “Sorry…. I-I want…to do stuff. I’m just nervous.”

Reaching a comforting hand out, you patted him on the shoulder. “Why’s that, babe? What makes you so nervous?”

Jo finally made eye contact with you. He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid your gaze yet again. He’s not sure if he could tell you while you’re looking at him like that. He doesn’t want to see the look of disappointment when he tells you “I’m a virgin.”

You snort a little, breathing out a sigh of relief. Scooting closer to him, you pressed right up against him to lean your head on his shoulder. “Thank god. I thought it was something I had done. You know I don’t care if you’re a virgin or not. We can do whatever you want, and not do whatever you don’t.”

He couldn’t deny how he hardened in his pants, thinking about finally having that moment, and with you of all people, being someone he cares about deeply. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the bulge in his pants, but kept your eyes trained on his face as you reached for it. You were searching for any sign of hesitation, any sign he wants you to stop. But there wasn’t one.

And when you finally placed your hand over it, Jo felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but that didn’t matter. In just a matter of time, with the way your hand was now working over his pants, he would be.

“Is this okay?” You could feel the way his thighs tense beside your hand. He was still avoiding your gaze, but you could see that he was looking at where you touch him. He nods. “I want to hear you say it.”

“It-It’s o-kay.” His voice was a little shaky, but it gave you all the confirmation you needed.

You leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss on the underside of his jaw. Adding a little more pressure, you cupped your hand more firmly around him, squeezing occasionally. His cock hardened, becoming more solid in your grasp. He gasped, taking shallow breaths as you kissed along his jaw and neck while you moved your hand. “Can I take your pants off?”

Your fingers slipped under his waistband when he said yes, hooking around his pants and underwear, pulling them both down to his thigh. His—now fully hard—cock sprung up, hitting against his stomach with a soft thud. Heat rushed from his chest all the way up to his forehead, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. He groaned, reaching for his half-discarded pants. But you pushed his hands away and pinned his wrists to his side. He stares at you with wide eyes, waiting for your next move. Were you going to laugh at him? Humiliate him and tell him he was too big to do anything with, like everyone else?

No, you didn’t do any of that. “Is this what you were worried about, puppy?” He almost sighed at the petname. “Were you worried that your big dick would scare me away?” He nodded. You couldn’t help but let out another laugh. Not because you were laughing at him, nor making fun of him, but you can’t believe that all this time it was only because of something he has no control over.

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

You coo. “I’m not laughing at you. I think it’s cute that you were worried about this. But I promise it doesn’t scare me. Actually, it’s kind of arousing.” As you spoke, you smoothed over the skin of his thighs, hoping to make him less tense. “I’ll only do what you allow me to do. Can I touch you?”

“Yes. I want you to touch me, please.”

As you move to straddle his legs, Jo feels the bed shift under the movement of your knees, much like the way his stomach turns and dips at the realization that it’s happening. You are about to touch him, you’re going to make him cum, being the first person other than himself to do so. Your steady hands reach out, and after what feels like centuries, you finally wrap them around his cock. Two of your hands don’t even cover him completely from base to the tip. You give him a few experimental, dry pumps first before removing one hand. Spitting into the palm of it, you then used it to lubricate the glide of your hands on his length.

It felt much different having your hands on him versus his own. Your touch, although firm, was a lot softer. Gentler. You moved your hands a lot more slowly, familiarizing yourself with the heavy feeling of him in your hands. Feeling every inch of him, every little vein, and embedding that feeling into your mind. Your thumb swipes over his tip, dragging little beads of precum down, making every tug and twist of your hands on his cock even wetter and more slick. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and let out low moans. He could barely register when you asked if you could use your mouth, which he agreed to, of course.

The contact from your tongue had his eyes shooting open, feeling like all the air was knocked out of his lungs. He managed to let his eyes wander down, and he was met by the sight of you already looking at him, kitten licking over his tip while stroking him. Then, while he kept eye contact with you, you wrapped your lips around him. Only the tip at first. Gently suckling, hollowing your cheeks, then pulling off. After a few moments, you began to take more of him into your mouth. Just a couple of inches, little by little, until you felt you couldn’t take any more. You used one hand to follow behind your mouth so not one inch of his cock went untouched as you moved your head, bobbing up and down, back and forth. Jo could only grip the sheets beside his legs tightly, moaning and sighing. It was a feeling he’d never felt before. One that he could only think about in his dirty fantasies. The idea of someone being brave enough to pleasure him and his big dick was something he thought was too far-fetched, something he thought he’d never experience in his entire life. But here you are, sucking him off and giving him pleasure he could only dream of.

Before he realizes it, a tight feeling spreads from his flexed abdomen down to his toes, where he curls them while trying to fend off his pending orgasm. He knows he can’t hold off much longer, but he selfishly wants to have your mouth around him as long as he can have it. “Ah, I-I’m gonna c-um…” His words were broken from the sounds he’d been making previously. You didn’t stop nor slow down, and instead attempted to take just a little more between your lips. One hand moved to shuffle his shirt out of the way, the other holding his length steady as you moved your focus to rolling your tongue over and suckling what you have stuffed in your mouth. His thighs tensed and shook lightly as you pushed him right over the edge, humming around him. Your tongue laps up every drop he spills, causing broken moans to rumble from his chest straight to your core. You’d pretty much tuned out your own reactions, focusing on pleasuring him for the first time, but you can’t deny how badly it had affected you.

Once you’d swallowed every drop you could, and he was twitching from overstimulation, you climbed off of Jo’s legs and sat by his side. “Was that okay?” You pressed your thighs together looking at him. His chest was heaving up and down with the deep breaths he was taking to regulate his breathing, his hair was slightly tousled from your previous kiss, and the slight sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks looked all too good to you. Not to mention the faintest of red marks on his neck from where you’d attached your lips earlier and the way his eyes are squeezed shut. He nodded, not confident in his voice yet. Yes, it was good, he wanted to tell you. Better than I could’ve imagined.

A heavy, but comfortable, silence fell upon the both of you as you allowed Jo to catch his breath. However, you couldn't deny that his labored breathing next to you, and the desire bubbling up and finally coming to a head once you’d finally seen what you’d been longing for didn’t make you want more. But you promised, you’d only do what Jo wanted. You’d go at his pace. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, though, would it?

“Do you want to go…further?” Yet again, his breath caught in his throat at your bold question. “It’s okay if not.”

He nods, seemingly the only reaction he can manage at this point. And with a few more questions, answered with a shake or a nod of his head, you had switched positions. Now you were laying in the spot he previously had been, knees bent and pressed together as Jo sits on his heels, waiting for you to tell him what you wanted him to do. He’d never gotten this far with anyone else, either.

“Take off my shorts. Just the shorts.” You stared at him, watching him nervously lick his lips. His plump lips that you can’t wait to feel all over you—but that’s for next time. This time, you wanted the focus to be less about you, despite how his full attention was on you now. This was his first time, and you want the experience to be all about him. But you aren’t sure if you could take him without some sort of preparation first. So you watch as his trembling fingers hook around the waistband of your flimsy shorts, gently tugging them off of your skin. You lift your hips so he could pull them off easier. Then, you moved your feet once the fabric pooled around your ankles, watching as he dropped them to the side. He struggled to keep his eyes at an appropriate level, totally unsure of where he’s allowed to look. “Look at me, babe. I want you to take my panties off, and I want you to see how wet I am for you.”

Jo feels like he’s going to explode with the words you’re saying. You’re wet? For him? These words are so simple yet so new and vulgar to him, but he thinks he likes them. He wants to hear more. So he hooks his fingers around the fabric of your underwear, much like he had done with your shorts before, only this time more confidently. However, he wasn’t ready for the sight in front of him when he’d pulled them off. Naturally, his eyes followed an imaginary line from your ankles all the way down your legs, where he saw what he thinks is one of his new favorite sights. You’d spread your thighs as he slipped your panties off of your legs, and he had a clear view of your gorgeous pussy. It was so pretty, and you hadn’t lied when you said you were wet. He couldn’t help but admire how some of your arousal had leaked into the seat of your underwear, spreading across your folds that glisten now that he’d removed the clothing.

“Give me your hand.” You reached out for him, and without much thought, he placed his large hand in your own. One by one, you curled his fingers down until he had just his pointer finger standing. Then, you guided his hand between your legs. You helped him slide his finger through your slick arousal, wetting his finger and dragging it back up to your clit. “You feel that? All for you.” After that, you let go of his wrist and let him feel for himself.

He timidly ran his finger through your slit like you’d done, then stopped at your entrance. His fingertip breached the opening, being met with little resistance. Inch by inch, little by little, he pushes his finger into you slowly. Pulling it out, pushing back in, he sets an inexperienced, slow pace. Jo was fascinated with watching his finger disappear inside you. “More. Another one, please.” You breathed out. He hadn’t even noticed any of the sounds you were making before. But he obliged and added a second finger beside his first one. The feeling was new to him, having you squeeze around his fingers each time he thrust them in. And every moan and shaky breath you let out was something he could get used to. “Oh, Jo, your fingers are so good. Doing so well.” Every praise sent a shock through his body, and in turn caused him to fuck his fingers into you just a little faster. Twisting his wrist, curling his fingertips—anything to get you to make those noises again.

Suddenly, your hand shoots down to grasp at his wrist. He freezes in shock, halting all movement. “Mm, don’t stop, please. Almost there.” With barely enough time to register the words that slipped past your lips, Jo watches as you begin to grind yourself on his fingers. Whines, whimpers, gasps, all noises floating through the air make him twitch, already getting hard again. You’re fully fucking yourself on his fingers now, taking charge and pushing yourself closer to orgasm. And when your thighs start to tremble and your hips jerk, Jo finally snaps out of his trance and begins to move his fingers. He curls them and drags them against your walls, feeling you clench down on them. His thumb brushes against the spot you showed him earlier, your clit, and starts rubbing gentle circles on it. Your hips jerked, stomach caving in with the pleasure. A few swears mixed with broken moans ripped through your throat at the added sensation, riding out your high until you lightly twitched with overwhelming sensitivity.

He pulled his fingers out of you, covered and soaked by your slick release. Staring, he’s a little uncertain of what to do now; does he wipe them off? What is he supposed to do now that they’re sticky and covered in you? Luckily, he didn’t have to think much before you sat up on weak arms to take his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swipes up, down, and between his two fingers, licking him clean of any trace of arousal left behind. His mouth drops open in shock watching you, eyes following your every move closely. You hum around his fingers and pull off with a lewd pop sound. He couldn’t deny that he was hard again, mind racing with thoughts as you stare at him with eyes clouded by lust.

“Can-Can we…keep going?” He’s the one to ask this time. It was obvious that he was nervous from the shakiness in his voice, but you confidently nodded.

You rolled over to your side, stretching to reach your bedside table and pulling open the drawer on it. Reaching in, you fished around before pulling your hand back out with a shiny foil packet. “Have you ever put a condom on before?” He shook his head no and you beckoned him closer. Sitting up, you watch as he awkwardly shuffles his way to you, hard cock pathetically bobbing with each movement. “Watch me do it.”

With a firm grip, you held the base of his cock steady. You pinched the very end of the condom with one hand, and slowly started to roll it down his length with the other. It was a bit hard to do, but you managed to completely unroll it. The entire time, Jo’s eyes were trained on the work your hands were doing, trying to etch it into his memory for later use.

“It’s a bit tight.” He almost chokes on air at your words. “The condom, I mean. Does it feel alright? It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Jo looks at where you’re staring, and he sees the condom stretched tightly around his girth. He shakes his head no again, and you lay back, allowing him to continue.

He shuffles between your spread legs and tries to line himself up. When you realize that he’s just a little bit too shaky, you grab his wrist. “Jo. Are you sure you want to do this? You seem really nervous.”

He nods. You shake your head, urging him to use his words. “I’m…okay. I want to…do this. Please.”

“Okay. Okay. Take your time, babe.” You leaned back, relaxed. “There’s no rush.”

To Jo, it felt like an eternity before he was able to calm down enough to do anything. He was nervous, and excited. It was finally happening; he’d finally lose his virginity if he could just—. He presses his tip into you. The stretch was a lot, almost too much, but your slick wetness and the extra lubrication on the condom made the glide easier. Coupled with the fact that Jo was taking his time — he was pressing into you so slowly that if you couldn’t feel how he was stretching you out, you wouldn’t believe he was moving at all.

Jo braced himself on his hands beside your body. He slowly pushed his length into you until you couldn’t take any more. The two of you let out shaky breaths in unison, adjusting to the feeling. Of you being so full and of him being squeezed so tightly.

It was unlike any time he touched himself. For a while, he’d wrap his large fist around his equally long and thick cock, dreaming about this moment. He knew it would feel different. He just didn’t know it would feel this different. Having your gummy walls stretched and squeezing so tightly around him had his head spinning, and before he knew it, he was absentmindedly rutting his hips into you, trying to pathetically bury himself deeper inside you.

You gasped, grasping his shoulders, lightly digging your fingernails in. “Oh, Jo.” Small moans floated through the room. “You’re doing so good.”

He sits up on his knees to better drive his hips into yours, slightly jolting your body with every thrust. He, too, was letting out small noises of pleasure, trying to focus on what he was doing so it was pleasurable for both of you. But all of a sudden, he stops.

It took everything in you to not whine. Instead, you kept your composure. Maybe he didn’t want to continue anymore? This is a lot to take in, going from completely inexperienced to having your first everything in one night. You glided your hands down from his shoulders to his bicep, all the way down to his wrists to squeeze comfortingly. “Are you okay, Jo?”

He nods, shakes his head, then nods again. “I-Um. I’m…fine. It’s just,” you gently encourage him to speak. “I think…I think it broke.”

“The condom?” He nods. “Pull out. Pull out and let me see.” It took some urging, but he did eventually, hesitantly, pull out. And he was right — the condom had split and now had to be discarded. Jo had a pout on his face as he watched you gently pull off the ripped condom and toss it aside. He was fully prepared for you to tell him you can’t continue, and he accepted that. But you didn’t.

He lets out a confused noise. “We can keep going if you want.” You repeat. “Just let me know when you’re going to finish so you can pull out, okay?”

The feeling of being inside you without that extra barrier is so mind numbing that he almost doesn’t pull out. Almost.

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frvnkcastles · 5 months ago

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Reader that sometimes just gets tremors? Especially when tired and frank just holds them as they can't stop? I'm going through this rn and have been since some trauma within the last year and an half, it makes my how that got cracked by my brother in a fight worse for some reason so I have to manually click it since I didn't get any medical treatment when it happened like 8 years ago?

EMPTY YOUR SADNESS ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You struggle with tremors, and Frank is there to help throughout the day.

Warnings: Tremors, gender neutral reader, fluff

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: This was actually a half-done one shot I had written some years ago based on my own experiences, because I also struggle(d) with tremors, though it’s gotten better, so I just had to edit a little and add some stuff. I hope it gets better for you too, anon!! I focused a lot on hands in this, I hope that works for you <3

Your frustrated huff followed by a loud sigh caught Frank’s attention, his routine of brewing his evening coffee interrupted by the obvious emotion arising from your shared bedroom. With a gentle frown, he tried to see you through the doorframe, tilting his head in doing so only to simply find your smaller frame hugging itself on your bed. A weight sank onto his heart and he forgot about the coffee machine promptly, leaving it work on its own as he trailed to the bedroom with worry gnawing at his heart — the one he had given up to you a year ago.

It was all that time he had spent with you that allowed him to know you more than well, and recognize the shadows of anxiety looming over your eyes as you turned to face him with an expression that told him you were seconds away from breaking.

”Hey, ’m here, sweetheart. Whaddya need?” he promised, his deep, calm voice always capable of grounding you in ways that no breathing exercise could. His ego had been boosted beyond belief when you had first told him that you found his presence and especially his voice immensely soothing, and ever since then, he had made an effort to talk you through your anxiety. Suddenly, a man of very few words, transformed into a chatterbox — although you had always known that when it came to praise and encouragement, there were very few who had it under control like Frank.

”I tried to paint my nails, but…”, you trailed off, making Frank’s frown deepen when you lifted your hands so he could see the obvious shake in them. He saw the embarrassment and struggle in your eyes as you blinked and shyly lowered your trembling hands down, but he was quick to reach you on the bed and take them in his own.

”Breathe with me, yeah? ’S okay. I’ll hold ’em for you as long as you want me to. Okay, sweetheart?” he spoke softly while making an effort to look into your eyes, all the while his big, warm hands enveloped your smaller ones. He felt the shake, so he squeezed a little tighter, not enough to hurt but enough to balance your fingers. ”There you go”, he whispered sincerely as you took in a deep breath and nodded along with him.

You took a minute just sitting with him, letting him cradle your hands and brush his thumbs across your skin until he was finally clearing his throat and getting up after a gentle kiss on each hand. ”Aight, tell me. What color ya want? I’ll paint ’em for you”, he inquired, and for a second there, you wondered if he was joking. But then he seriously walked over to your box of nail polishes and began digging through the different shades, his eyes scanning them — some got a longer, curious stare whereas others almost made him smirk. Clearly, he liked your nails painted, too.

Still, you were touched by his kindness, and when you thought about him painting his daughter’s nails, your smile only deepened. It threatened to bring a tear to your eye, but you swallowed and answered his question.

”Purple, please”, you announced meekly, a bashful look on your face when Frank grabbed the shiny little bottle and climbed back on the bed with you.

”Hell yeah, baby. Love purple on ya”, he commented before settling in front of you. He saw the flash of disbelief behind the affection in your eyes, and it made him grin as he pulled you closer and closed his jean-clad legs around your hips. ”What? Ain’t seen me with nail polish before?” he teased, well-aware that manicures were the last thing one thought of upon taking a glance at the muscular, burly, downright scary man. Of course, you weren’t scared of him, and you had seen the soft side of him, but it was still almost dreamy to watch him gently take your hand while unscrewing the top of the bottle with one of his.

”I’m so lucky I have you”, you chuckled quietly, all truthful and a little bit shy as you cast your eyes down to where Frank tenderly held your twitching fingers.

Before he could bring the small brush soaked in neon purple over to your thumb, he narrowed his eyes at you and hummed. ”Hey”, he grunted, and at that, you brought your gaze back to him only to find him observing you with sincerity. ”I’m the lucky one, aight? You mean everythin’ to me, darlin’. I’d sit here paintin’ your nails all night if you wanted me to”, he swore, and with a weak smile, you nodded in the knowledge that he meant every word.

Then, you fell into a comfortable silence as Frank meticulously swiped the purple across your nails, making sure not to mess up the skin around them as he focused so deeply it was almost amusing. His hold on your hand was soft but firm, and he felt warm even with the callouses on his big palm, sending a shiver down your spine as he effortlessly moved and tilted your hand so he could go about his work.

If only the tremors in your hands had been a one-time thing. Instead, they seemed to always be there, bothering you and making things difficult for you. Frank picked up on it quickly, always there to help you if you wanted it — and most times, you did. You didn’t say it outright, but he could tell anyway; you felt stupid and incompetent, probably even more so when you needed him to do things for you, so he always made sure to take off the pressure and make it a casual, normal thing. He didn’t mind, after all.

So, when in the morning you reached for your necklace, the one he had gotten you, adorned with a diamond heart, it didn’t take him long to see you struggling to unclasp the chain. Your fingers trembled uncontrollably and the harder you tried, the worse it got. He noticed the frustration growing behind your eyes as you desperately tried to open the necklace, the annoyance radiating off of you while you stood in front of your full-body mirror.

”Hey”, his gruff voice whispered from behind you, snapping you out of your self-loathing thoughts. ”Lemme”, he added before gently taking the necklace that looked so small in his large hand, ”y’know I love any opportunity to touch my best baby.”

When he saw the anger in your features fade into a blush and a sheepish smile, he grinned in a way that was more than obvious in the mirror while he circled around you. ”Look at you, still get so shy. Fuckin’ adorable, ’s what you are, sweetheart”, he muttered while towering over you, big hands coming to your neck before carefully pulling the necklace back and reaching for the clasp.

His big hands were hardly made for working with jewelry, either, but if anything, the brief struggle he had made you feel better. A part of you wondered if he did it on purpose — a secret he’d never reveal — but you did end up with a smile on your face when he finally locked the necklace and let it fall to the neckline of your shirt, shining in your reflection.

”There’s my pretty darlin’”, he announced with a kiss on the top of your head.

It wasn’t the only thing that required his help in the bedroom department, either. You had a few beloved button-ups that Frank absolutely adored on you, and every now and then, you made sure to whip them out. The only problem was… well, the buttons.

You had gotten the first one done. Then you kind of struggled with the second one, but you managed. The third one was your downfall.

”Goddamn it”, you seethed, the pure venom in your voice uncharacteristic to say the least, and it got Frank to peek from the bathroom connected to your bedroom, his wet hair ruffled and his bare chest shining under the warm lights while he tied his towel around his waist. Any other time, it would have gotten you to drop to your knees — and even now, your gaze lingered and your mouth went dry at the sight.

He, on the other hand, was far from amused as he watched the half-buttoned shirt, even though the peek of your bare skin caught his attention for a second. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the priority, and he made as much clear as he walked over to you with one of his big hands catching your wrist to stop you from stomping over to your closet for a change of clothes.

”Hey, hey, c’mere. I don’t mind, y’know that”, he reassured, and before you could rant about your inability to do the simplest thing, he gave you a look. ”Ya gotta be more patient with yourself, sweetheart. You’re tryin’ your best and I know ya’d get it with some more time”, he insisted while swiftly doing the buttons for you, taking his time to caress your collarbone and to lean down to kiss your neck when he was done.

It seemed he was always there to help you. Sometimes it was random routines that got interrupted by your shaking, like pouring a glass of juice or trying to write something down on paper, but the most persistent time it occurred during was nighttime. You’d lie in bed, unable to sleep because of the constant tremors, and oftentimes it would push you to a point of frustrated tears.

But Frank? He was incredibly patient with you.

”C’mere, sweet darlin’. It’s alright. I gotchu”, he whispered, his voice thick in the quiet of the night as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you to keep you still. It didn’t seem like it was going to stop on its own, but he had no issue with hugging you to help with the shaking, his big hands covering yours and your entire body swaddled by his embrace.

”I’m sorry”, you sniffled, ”I know it’s so annoying.” You felt so embarrassed that you couldn’t stop, couldn’t have any control over it, but Frank wasn’t going to let you go down that path.

”Nah, sweetheart. I know it must give you a lotta grief but I ain’t bothered. I won’t ever mind holding you through it”, he assured you, dead-serious but soft as he spoke into your ear. ”I’m sorry it keeps happenin’. Wish I could take it away”, he added sadly, and nodding, you agreed.

”Thank you, Frankie”, you sighed, dropping your head on his shoulder and feeling the warmth of his body. ”This would suck a lot more without you”, you mentioned, and chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your temple.

”Exactly how I feel about you and a lot of things. You make every day better, y’know? I just wanna do the same for you”, he explained with a shrug, and you couldn’t help but smile against his bare skin, a feeling that made him mirror the expression.

”You do, I promise. I appreciate you being patient with me”, you mumbled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of being cocooned in his arms.

The tremors hadn’t gone away, but they were less bothersome with Frank applying just the right amount of pressure, and you finally felt like you could get some sleep. It was a ritual you repeated on most nights, and even when you grew annoyed yourself, Frank never, ever did.

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marciaillust · 9 months ago

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How long does it take for you to finish drawing?

I'm an artist (beginner) and i unconsciously set unrealistic goals for myself and need a reminder of how long it takes to complete a drawing, Thanks.

Hi! In the context you presented it in, that is a really interesting question, so I'll try to approach it thoroughly. I hope I won't make you roll your eyes too much.

Where to start, where to start... I guess the first thing I should say is that there is a difference between time I spend preforming the action of <drawing>, and the time I spent <working> on a particular piece. The first would be counted in hours, the second one - days. I'm a big believer in slowing things down, and giving things time - going through options, gathering research and references, taking breaks every 1h of sitting and drawing - and seeing things through until I achieve the goal I set at the beginning of the process.

The goals are usually different each time: "quick design", "character exploration", "analysis of an artist's linework and experimenting with the knowledge gained", "creating an aesthetically pleasing image", and so on and so forth. Of course I don't write these down like it's a school assignment, but knowing in the back of my head what I'm actually doing helps me manage my expectations. I also enjoy being conscious of why I create - when I was younger regardless of what I was doing I had the thought "AND IT MUST LOOK GOOD AND PRESENTABLE! BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL LOOK!" ...and I think that obsession is the cancer of creative process.

Since the goals for each picture are different, the time I'll spent on achieving each one will be different as well, because the "satisfactory results" lay in different places. For example, the Marcile sketchpage was created in one afternoon, and took approximately 3 hours. The goal was to play around with a brush that has no opacity forcing my lines to be more decisive. I did that and so it is "finished". There's nothing else I want from it.

On the other hand, the cover of Asterism took about 10 days to create, the goal of which was to make "an aesthetically pleasing cover picture taking colour inspiration from the works of (specific list of artists)". I took my time designing it so that it looks aesthetically pleasing, made sure the anatomy is "correct" (a nebulous statement when it comes to stylised humans), took my time masking, and picking colours, and shading. I wanted it to "look good" to my own eyes so if something was not working I would go back, change it, alter it, move it around... that's the wonderful thing about personal art, you can take as long as you like making something satisfactory.

The funny thing is, with what the Asterism cover actually is (a cellshaded image), it could have been done probably in 4 days by the me 4 years ago. But that person was willing to sit 8-10 hours a day to draw with no breaks, she had little social life, and treated herself as a little circus seal performing tricks so that people clap around her, and the clapping was soooo nice because it meant that people remembered her and she mattered. And it worked for her! For long 10 years! Until her arm gave out, and the reality of never being able to draw again became more tangible than ever, and it's been following her like a fog ever since for the past 4 years. The me today works about 4 hours a day and every hour I take about a 30 minute break. I also don't post half the stuff I draw. There is also another aspect that dictates the speed of creating and that is familiarity with the subject matter. The less you know something, the fast you'll draw it! But as you get to know the intricacies of the process, and see all the building blocks, it will start taking *longer* because you will start accounting for every block. But then you'll eventually get familiar with the blocks and so the time spent on a picture will go down again! The cool yet overwhelming thing about art is that, there are always hundreds of building blocks. Form, composition, ambient occlusion, saturation, hue, light balance, line form...... and those are just the *some* of the generalised *categories*. And each category will have it's own subsection of building blocks! And then those blocks will interact with each other to create completely new area of expertise! This is crazy! Marcille sketch page took me only 3 hours to create because I am already quite familiar with linework - I have drawn 3-4 comicbooks worth of linework. This also means I am familiar with believable anatomy, more or less, which got utilised in the Asterism cover - the main bulk of linework got created during a 3h livestream. So.... what's the answer.... "It's all relative" is so unsatisfactory and probably not what you looked for. But you can draw something in 3 days and kill your body over it. Or you can become an expert in a field and dish the same picture out effortlessly in 8 hours. You can also split that 8h block over multiple days bringing you back up to 3 days. You could even add a whole day of visual research which might make your picture only marginally better. And even if we calculate it in terms of raw working time, pen-to-paper, like a self-inflicted capitalist tumor, that time can fluctuate still due to personal visual library and knowledge base. If I asked Tom Fox how long it takes for him to create his sketch pages his answer would probably be downward of 30 minutes. Yet I need whole 3 hours to create something *less* anatomically correct than him. And so here we are at the end of this perhaps unnecessary essay. And all we learned is this: it depends. Dry, not nuanced tl;dr, my personal timings: single sketch - 30mins; single linework pic 1-2h; Cellshaded illust - 16h; Rendered illust: 20-25h.

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rorywritesjunk · 1 year ago

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I have seen no other Who compares with you

Buggy decides you need your own 'look'. Rating: PG-13 to maybe a soft R. I can't help but write some suggestive stuff. Some being the keyword, nothing actually happens but a kiss or two. Warning: None. I know absolutely jack shit about makeup or greasepaint. A/N: Written from @sporadicthingcollection suggestion! Thank you friend. And this is my third makeup related story and I had fun writing it as well because I wanted to keep it different from the other two. I also wrote this with LA!Buggy in mind specifically. Title comes from "Wildflowers" by Tom Petty.

“It’s all about the brand, babe.” Was what Buggy said before he forced you into the chair in front of his vanity. You wanted to protest, to insist that makeup really wasn’t your thing, but he wasn’t paying any attention at that point, too busy opening the drawers, pulling out several different trays of face paint. You eyed them suspiciously, not sure what the flashy clown captain had in mind for you.

“What brand?” You asked as he looked over the first one. “I mean, what are you planning to do to me, Buggy?”

He set the trays down before turning your chair to face the mirror. Hands on your shoulders, he leaned in with a grin. While you appreciated the makeup style he wore, it was not for you. The bones on his forehead and smudged red color around his mouth was something you liked on him but not you. However, you appreciated the glittery triangles around his eyes and how they accented the stormy color of his irises.

You sighed in defeat and Buggy pressed a kiss to your cheek, dramatically smacking his lips against your skin with a loud MUWAH!

“First, gotta figure out your style.” Buggy said as he pulled away. “Can’t have you copying my look, of course, but maybe a look to complement it.” He spun you around in the chair so you faced him; he braced both hands on the arm rests as he leaned in towards you, your noses barely touching as he squinted, studying the features of your face. “You don’t really have a… gimmick.”

“What, warming the captain’s bed doesn’t count?” You asked, leaning towards him with a pout. This wasn’t exactly what you wanted to be doing. It wasn’t like he was insulting you, but Buggy was definitely dancing that fine line of you’re great, but- with how he was trying to figure out your makeup style, or the brand as he thought of it.

His lips curled up into a smirk. He pulled back and reached over for a tray. Once the cover was removed, he grabbed a brush and looked over his color options. Looking at you once more, he took the tip of the makeup brush between his lips, his tongue wetting it as he twisted it slightly to get a pointed tip of the bristles. You couldn’t help but watch him do that with both a mild fascination and some level of arousal. Why is he using his mouth on the makeup brush when he could be using it on you?

He dragged the tip over a dark orange color, a shade you would see among the trees during autumn. Carefully, he raised the brush to your face, lightly moving the colorful tip from the corner of your mouth and to your cheeks, tracing a clockwise swirl on your skin. He repeated the action on your other cheek, though with a counter clockwise design. He bit his lip and tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he studied his work so far. Both sides looked even, which was important. He couldn’t have you running around with mismatched makeup after all. He had his reputation to think about. How would it look if someone on Buggy’s crew had poorly done makeup?

He didn’t even want to think about it.

Nodding in approval to himself, he picked out a sparkly green shade next. You tried not to make a face, unsure where he was going to use that color. Your lips? Hopefully not because you had a feeling this little bonding moment you were having was going to end up with you on your knees in front of him and you really didn’t want to see him with a green dick at all. Around your eyes could work, the light would catch the glitter and make your eyes pop. Would he put it on your nose? He was sensitive about his own, and you doubted he would do anything to draw attention to your nose when he never wanted that kind of attention.

Buggy grabbed a different makeup brush, the tip going into his mouth once more before dragging it over the green color on the tray. Without a word he began dabbing it across your forehead, right above your eyebrows. You sat still for this, pleased that he was being gentle and that it wasn’t a stabbing motion you were half expecting from him. His brow furrowed and he shook his head, mumbling something before licking his thumb and wiping it over your forehead, trying to remove the green grease paint from your skin.

“No, no. I don’t like that look.” He said out loud with a sigh. “The orange swirls, yes, so maybe… leave the forehead alone. Accent the eyes and cheeks.” He crossed his arms, a hand lifting to rest on his chin thoughtfully as he studied your face with narrowed eyes. It was a little uncomfortable to be under such scrutiny, but he was the one doing all of this. You were just the canvas for his creativity at that point.

He reached out and tilted your chin up, eyes still narrowed as he concentrated. Instead, he took the first makeup brush and sucked on the tip once more, wincing at the bitter taste of the grease paint. You tried not to roll your eyes before reaching out to place your hand on his hip, tired of not touching him as he stood so close to you. He reached down to touch your hand, letting his fingers dance up your bare arm lightly before pulling away to resume his artistic creations on you.

“Why don’t you have a glass of water or something for the brushes?” You asked as he ran the brush through the green grease paint once more.

“Because I didn’t think that far ahead, babe.” Was his response as he handed the tray to you to hold. You took it as he took your head in his hands, tilting it back slowly as he stepped in between your legs. Okay, you saw no reason to complain now. You held the grease paint tray in one hand while the other hand stayed on his hip. He was close enough you could feel his breath on your face, but just out of reach you wouldn’t be able to lean up to kiss him without completely disrupting what he was doing, and while you loved teasing him and egging him on, you also knew when to back off. He was focused on your makeup and if you messed it up you may regret it because Buggy could be petty. He would hold off sex for as long as he was able to (only a day or so most likely) but you didn’t want to risk it.

From the corner of your eye, he tapped the brush lightly, leaving a trail of green dots along your skin and moving up to your temple. He seemed satisfied with the right side, so he repeated the pattern on your left side. Nodding and mumbling, “Yea, that’s exactly it” he dipped the brush into the green paint once more. He tilted your head again, leaning in closer as he started to draw a teardrop shape under your eye. It tickled just a bit and to your credit you didn’t budge, but when he tried to do the next eye you had to pull back just for a moment.

“Babe.” He sighed as you reached up to carefully rub your skin. “C’mon, let’s get this finished.”

“It tickles!” You whined at him. “And not in a good way.”

“I’m almost finished.”

You pouted at him again and he rolled his eyes. The novelty was wearing off, and you didn’t know if you wanted to keep indulging this much longer. He pulled back and sighed loudly, dropping his arms to the side as he looked down at you.

“Let me finish what I’ve started and we’ll do something you want after.” He offered. “I’m almost done, so let me finish.”

“Whatever I want?” No longer pouting, you now grinned up at him, a twinkle in your eye that told him you already had an idea of what you wanted to do, and he knew that once he was done with your makeup, it was going to end up smeared across the bedsheets and pillows.

“Yes, whatever you want.” He retorted as he tilted your head back once more. “Now stop moving or else.”

“Mhm, that’s what you said last night.” You said cheekily. He glared down at you before touching the brush to your skin again. He took his time, wanting to ensure the teardrop matched its mate. He set the brush down and studied your face, his hand on your chin as he turned your head from side to side, making sure it was perfect.

“Getting there.” He muttered as he reached for the red lipstick now. Oh, no, was he going to use it on you? You tried to pull back but he gave your chin a squeeze. “No, you’re almost done. Another few minutes.”

You let out a whine before sinking back into the chair. He touched the pointed tip of the red pigment to the curve of your upper lip, tracing the shape carefully before ending at the corner of your mouth. He hummed in appreciation as he did the other side, admiring how the red popped with the orange on your cheeks and the green around your eyes. He had wanted your look to complement his, not be a copy, so when he applied the lipstick to your bottom lip, it took every ounce of strength not to smear the lipstick around your face like how he wore his.

Except you were growing impatient. The second he pulled the lipstick away you reached for him and pulled him down, your lips on his as you kissed him. He managed to pull back, sighing in mild frustration as he brushed his thumb over your lower lip.

“You’re going to ruin all my hard work, babe.” He said with a pout. “I like what I started.”

“Okay, but how about we take a break and start something else?” You suggested as you reached for the front of his pants, grinning up at him. The lipstick was smeared around your mouth, no doubt around his as well, but the orange swirls and green dots were starting to work for you. Maybe lipstick wasn’t the look for you, but he had time to think of alternatives.

“Mhm, I suppose, but we aren’t done yet.” He chuckled softly. “Gives me some time to think of other ideas for you.” He reached down, his hand cupping your face as his thumb went back to your lips. You parted your lips just enough for him to push it into your mouth, earning a sigh from your captain as he closed his eyes. “I’m going to give myself plenty of time to think.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x you #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #prompts

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biblio-smia · 1 year ago

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all made up [ethan landry x reader]

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader (reader wears makeup)

summary: ethan lets reader do his makeup <3

masterlist | requests are open!

Ethan always watched with a hazy, love-stricken stare when you put on makeup.

He was entranced by your faces of concentration and what he assumed were light touches aiming for precision as you applied whatever product came next.

You always hated when he stared, his intense attention on you making your face grow warm with embarrassment. But then you'd look over and see hearts in Ethan's eyes and you forgave him.

Whether it was a desire to feel those little touches and taps you did on yourself or pure curiosity, Ethan blurted out the idea of you putting makeup on him.

And maybe it was a desire for revenge, an opportunity to fluster him as much as he flustered you whenever he stared, that caused you to say yes.

You started off sitting in front of Ethan, products spread out everywhere as you thought about what you would do to him. You could probably slather red on his eyes and purple on his cheeks and get praised, but you decided against it.

You picked up your first product: a barely-touched concealer that was not your shade. It came in a small palette of cream concealers and came in handy as you began working on Ethan's eye bags.

"Wait, what about the face stuff?" Ethan asked, a small whine in his voice.

"Ethan, we are not the same shade. You're lucky this concealer kinda matches," you laughed gently, patting under his eyes carefully. "Plus, you have nice skin. You wouldn't have needed it, anyway."

Ethan grumbled a little. He had been looking forward to that part. Now he would have to trick you into washing his face for him some day.

At least Ethan didn't have to close his eyes for this part. He sat with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, eager for your touch. He watched as your concentration face formed, careful to put the product only where it needed to be.

You were quiet, which Ethan should have anticipated. You reached for some light brown eye shadow and a brush.

"I think you need to come closer for that," Ethan grinned, pulling you fully into his lap.

"I think you just want me on your lap," you smiled.

"Maybe," Ethan hummed against your lips, giving you a soft kiss.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted me to do your makeup," you laughed, pulling away and holding Ethan's face steady. "You can't move or I'm gonna poke your eye out."

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips at Ethan's expression. "I'm kidding."

"You're so mean."

"You like it." You tapped the brush off against the eye shadow pan. "Close your eyes."

Ethan obeyed and cherished each gentle brush of makeup against his eyelids, smiling as he lost himself in the feeling. It was slow and relaxing, and Ethan's eyes snapped open once it ended.

You offered him a smile as you added a little more here, rubbed a little bit off there. The care you put into this made Ethan's heart pound out of his chest, adoration clear on his face. It was such a small thing, but each glance you threw him to make sure you weren't getting anything in his eye made Ethan melt completely.

You reached for a different type of brush and combed through Ethan's eyebrows, half-hidden by his curls. Your motions were slow but the process wasn't a long one and you were reaching for something new in no time.

You brushed a light blush onto Ethan's cheeks, emphasizing what was already there. He was always blushing around you, especially when you were this close. He took advantage of you working on his face to stare like he loved to do. He stared at your face as you worked, watching each feature shift subtly.

Ethan could stare at you for hours. You were beautiful.

Ethan's heart beat so loud in his ears he could barely hear you speak to him.

"Huh?" He asked dumbly, his eyes falling back to yours.

"I'm done," you smiled. "wanna see?"

"What? No," Ethan pouted. "Do more, please?"

You laughed at Ethan's expression and his request.

"I'm serious. You can make me look like a clown or whatever, just... keep doing my makeup?" Ethan looked at you with big eyes and you grinned.

"Aw, Ethan," you said softly, cupping his face in your hand. "You don't need makeup to look like a clown."

"Ha, ha," Ethan said, though he was holding back a genuine laugh.

"I'm just gonna swipe my brushes on you," you warned.

"That's fine," Ethan grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

"I can barely move if you're trapping me like this," you laughed.

"That's fine," Ethan repeated. He could see you perfectly from here and could feel the soft brush tap against his skin.

That's all that mattered.

#ethan landry x reader #scream #scream x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x you #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry fanfiction #v + ethan #v writes

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upsidedownsmore · 9 months ago

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Hi!! I was wondering if its okay to ask what brushes u normally use in krita? I love your art!!

Thank you so much!!! I only use the ones available in Krita by default and I tend to jump around based on what I think will work best for each piece, but I can give a little rundown on which ones I use the most and what I use them for :)

Here's an image guide with each of the brushes I've used and that I recommend checking out:

I'll highlight my favorites as well with some examples where they were predominantly used! (though in some cases multiple or even all of these brushes were used)

Marker Details:

Varying opacity and size makes this one my favorites for sketching, especially since it can easily be nearly transparent or fully opaque which helps with value range.

I also like using it for silhouette sketches!

It can also be used for final linework, but it takes more work to get to a full opaque and its lack of texture makes it a little less interesting than Ink-7 Brush Rough imo.

Ink-7 Brush Rough:

Really good for linework, especially for comic styled drawings with it's slight texture, varying weight, and opaqueness.

Also good for just filling in entire areas with a single color as well as non-smoothed shading!

Wet Bristles Rough:

Actually just an amazing brush, its pressure sensitivity is crazy.

Blends strokes like paint and can vary in size and opacity.

Also has a nice subtle texture!

Amazing for smoother coloring and shading, especially if you want a more painterly style.

Watercolor Texture:

(hard to show examples of this, just assume that I've used it in any piece that has smooth shading lol)

Not the best for painting/drawing on its own, however I've found it to be really useful when set to white or black on an overlay layer for adding extra shading and/or highlighting on top of the shading I've already done.

I usually shade individual figures, objects, and parts separately, but using an overlay layer with Watercolor Texture (or even Shapes Square) on top of everything helps make the entire piece feel more cohesive.

Also adds a hint more texture!

Another thing to note is the importance of layer modes!

I know that you asked about brushes specifically, but many of these brushes (particularly those to do with effects and textures) work best when experimenting with different layer modes other than Normal. Overlay is generally a safe bet and most of the best for, well, overlaying multiple layers for interesting effects. But please try out all of them at any given opportunity, sometimes things like Burn, Color Dodge, Soft Light, etc can have more interesting effects!

In addition, mess with filter masks! You can even edit where they apply by drawing on the mask directly! HSV/HSL Adjustment (also accessible with ctrl+u) in particular is INSANELY useful for fiddling with the colors and balance of a piece, from individual layers to whole groups and drawings. I also really like blur filters, often times I'll duplicate a layer and make the bottom one blurred to add a glow affect to something without losing its definition.

While this latter stuff isn't about brushes specifically, its generally very important to how I use and experiment with all these different brushes!

Anyways I hope this helps!! I kinda went overboard with this post, but I had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you again for the wonderful ask!! :)

#krita #krita art #warframe fanart #art #artists on tumblr #my art #UpsideDownSmore's art #art tips #art guide #art reference #long post #ask #didn't mean to spend so much time on this but ngl i'm actually so thrilled to talk about my art processes #like man i'm so grateful to be in the position where i can make an art guide like the ones made by people i look up to #sorry if this response is a bit long winded i just had to get a bunch out there lol #love asks like this :)#scheduling this 9 hours from now cause it is currently almost 1am lmao

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youroomwasquare · 1 year ago

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imagine anne boonchuy. imagine anne being revered by everyone around her. not in an angel, “holier than thou” god anne way. more in a.. you’re so much better than we could ever be. so much more patient, and kind, and forgiving. marcy & sasha are forever flawed, forever have the marks of their sins etched onto their skin by blades. blades held by those they loved so much, hands that cared and understood and once comforted them with boisterous laughs and cheeky grins and tender touches brushing away baby hairs made sticky by wet tears. the amphibians are flawed in their own ways. none come close to the benevolent anne. always understanding. always throwing herself into the fray for those she loves.

and even though she’s still anne.. still messy and has a horribly funny laugh and sticks straws up her nose because she still has the humor of a prepubescent boy. still has little bits of dirt and dust under her nails where she paints them bright colors, pinks and blues and purples. still has her hair tangle endlessly, the kinks and knots needing to be worked out by both sasha and marcy’s fingers, each with their own individual calluses and nicks and marks, burns and patches and lines carved onto them. like a stamp, one that speaks of experiences inconceivable, spoken only under the soft cover of white moonlight. sasha’s touches are feather light, worried that anything rough will teeter off the edge of what is okay and what is not. fear of ripping apart the still fresh boundaries loosen her fingers and soften her touch. she must be soft. she doesn’t know how to. marcy’s touches are less light.. more sure, knowing. she’s done this forever, and even though they’re still relearning the way they are around each other, this is something they’ve always done. something they’ve always had. each curl smoothed out is a testament to their love, and a promise that the previously worn strings of their friendship has been woven into something new.

it still feels sacred. after what they’ve all went through, a part of marcy and sasha will always see their friendship— and anne, the fact that she’s still with them, still moving where they go despite all the pain and grief they caused her-- as sacred. anne may be the saint, but she’s also human, and humans are born with sin on their backs. in moments of deep, raw, all consuming guilt and hatred, marcy and sasha convince themselves that maybe, just maybe, they are the biggest sin on anne’s back.

anne thinks they’re wrong. no, she knows they’re wrong. she doesn’t know how to tell them that she is not a diety worshipped in hushed temples, chants of forgiveness spilling out of blood red lips, creating tears that burn down cheeks, leaving behind rivers of ash and decay. offerings of baby pink lotus flowers and vivid orange marigolds left on the foot of a cracked and weeping stone statue.

anne and sasha wear matching pink hair ribbons from time to time. sasha threads hers through a low pony, clean and pristine as ever. anne closes hers around a higher ponytail, ties it carefully through her hair to make sure it doesn’t get caught between the curls. it has pink spots on parts of it, residue from the time marcy accidentally dropped a bottle of berry blitz and it exploded everywhere.

one time, while talking in anne’s room, marcy’s absentmindedly thumbing through the different drawers of anne’s dresser. she finds a few old bottles of nail polish, and three specific colors stick out to her— green, blue, and pink. they’re not the most accurate shades— the blue’s more of a cerulean, and the green’s more of a sage green than a lime green— but marcy brings it out and shows it to them anyways. sasha’s the one to open the first bottle, and they all inhale the familiar scent of chemicals and girlhood. marcy quips that taking a deep whiff of the stuff isn’t very good for their respiratory system, and anne giggles and places marcy’s hand on her thigh. they each take a hand, and get to work. by the time they all finish, their hands are colorful and fun and they haven’t felt this pretty in a while. anne spins around her room in a fit of delight, and marcy blows on her nails to help them dry faster. anne cracks a joke they’ve heard her make a thousand times before, and sasha laughs and laughs until tears are streaming down her face. it wasn’t very funny, but anne and marcy laugh with her, and soon they’re all in a heap on the floor, clutching their stomach and getting bits of nail polish on their shirts. they stay like that for a while, admiring their nails. each girl painted their middle finger with their respective color, and painted the other nails alternating between the colors of the other two. sunlight streams through anne’s window, catching the light on their hands and sending streams of pinks and blues and greens dancing across their fingers.

anne wearing a baby blue silk dress with sheer organza sleeves and light blue eye makeup with tiny flowers drawn onto her lids to prom— anne watching sasha get ready by doing her makeup and hair perfectly (eyeliner with a spare dagger because she still can’t break the habit of keeping daggers on her)— sasha doing anne’s makeup and anne lightly tracing the marks on her thighs as she tries not to let the blush creeping up on her cheeks show— sasha and marcy tenderly rubbing and kissing away anne’s tears whenever she wakes at night, dreaming of charred, burning flesh and red stained cheeks and the vast emptiness of space as you’re left behind and your body crumbling apart like a rock being chipped away at slowly by the natural elements— anne borrowing sasha’s pink bubblegum lipgloss and wearing it whenever she wants to channel sasha’s natural charm and strength— anne and marcy sharing the same hoodies because they both have the same comfort level and anne likes the marcy smell left behind by the hoodies she wears— fabric softener and a light dusting of earth from all the times she eats shit whenever she falls, and pencils and pens kept inside the pockets of her hoodies with little notes that say “thinking of you :)”— anne and sasha and marcy anne and sasha and marcy sashannarcy sashannarcy sashannarcy

#amphibia #sashannarcy #I love writing abt these girls at like 1 AM #they’re so gay your honor #keep in mind this is *my* interpretation of these three 🫡#sorta messy writing

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salty-lemon-shark-from-the-sea · 1 year ago

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Maya and the three (Chimi x Painter Reader)

(Plotanic or Romantic)

Looking down at your map you let out another groan. “Where is it?” you whisper to yourself. Rolling the map back up you place it in your bag before setting it on the ground. Sliding down the side of a tree you close your eyes to rest under it’s shade.

Snap

The sound of a twig snapping and awoke you up in time as it hits your head. Looking up you catch a glimpse of a human leg. “Oh, hey!” you call out standing up to try and find the human. “Can you help me?” you ask grabbing your map. “I'm looking for the Jungle Lands,” you explain. After a while of standing there looking like an idiot you turn getting ready to head on your way.

Turning around you were meet face to face with a girl who had pale skin and red eyes. Taking a step back she takes one forward and sniffs you. “Hello,” you say sticking your hand out. Sniffing your hand the girl leaves and crawls towards your bag seeing all of the sealed pots and what little food you had left.

“Hey that's my stuff!” you exclaim rushing over and gabbing your bag careful to not break anything in it. “Why do you have so many pots?” the girl asks reaching towards one. “It's paint,” you answer short to the point. “What's with so much paint?” “What's with all the questions?” you retort. Now holding eye contact neither of you back down. “I'm (Reader) by the way,” you introduce yourself.

Looking you up and down the girl stands to her full height. “ I’m (insert animal noise),” she answers, but after seeing your confused look she quickly says her name is Chimi blushing a bit. “What a nice name,” you say. “And such beautiful skin,” you comment walking around her.

“What?” she asked irritated. “Sorry it's not like I'm going to steal your skin or anything!” you explain waving your hands before going to your back and grabbing a pot. “It's just such a pretty pale color, and I've worked on a lot of skin before with different colors and textures. All beautiful in their own way, but yours is unique,” you ramble. “May I paint on it?” you ask now turned towards her.

You could see a faint blush on her cheeks as she looked at you with wide eyes. “Oh I'm sorry I was rambling I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!” you quickly explain placing the pot back down. “You like my skin?” Chimi ask. “Yes, who wouldn't,” “My village they think of a monster, El Monster Blanco, to be exact,” she explained. “Where are you from?” you asked worried of the answer.

“The Jungle Lands,” Chimi replies. A silence falls over you two as you both stand under the tree. “My offer still stands,” you say. Looking at you carefully Chimi moves to sit on a nearby stone. “Okay,” she answers. “Really?” you ask as you grab different pots from your bag and set them next to you. “Yes,” she answers watching you as you move around grabbing brushes.

“Yeah is there anything you want in particular?” you ask holding a brush. “Lady Micte,” Chimi say closing her eyes waiting for you to start. “It might be a bit cold,” you warn dabbing your brush in black paint. Chills were sent up Chimi spine as your brush touches her face. “I warned you,” you laugh a bit trying to keep a steady hand causing her to laugh quietly too.

“If you don't mind. May I ask why you want to look like Lady Micte?” you ask. “When I was born my mother died and I wish to see her again, the only way for that is through Lady Micte,” Chimi explains. “Wow, but who do you live with now,” you say dipping your figures in different colors before poking Chimi in the face causing her to bat at your hand. “The forest animals,” she says. Looking around you take notice of different animals hiding in the bushes watching you. After a while of just being in a comfortable silence you pull back looking at your work.

“Done!” you explain proud of your work. Rushing you your bag while almost tripping on a pot of teal paint you grab a mini mirror you have. “How do you like it?” you ask holding the mirror out for Chimi to take and see her new face paint. “Wow,” she whispers imprisoned by how the flower petals look so real and the gold detail. “It's amazing,” she answers look I at the bones in her arms and legs.

“Wonderful I'm sure the Jungle Land Queen with be proud of my work then,” you say putting the pots and brushes back in your bag. “Do you just travel and paint faces?” Chimi ask. “Pretty much I started out small, but after my sibling pushed me to show off my work I've started traveling and painting, not just faces but portraits, for people. In return they give me food and sometimes a place to sleep,” you explain throwing your bag back on your shoulders.

“Now I must be on my way, but it was nice knowing you Chimi and truly I do find your complexion to be one of the prettiest I've ever seen,” you say bowing down. “I-i can take you to the jungle lands,” Chimi says. “Really?” you ask standing back up. “Just wait here,” she orders jumping into the tree grabbing a bow and some arrows.

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The two of you now stand on the outskirts of the village hidden in the shadows. “Thank you Chimi,” you say turning towards the girl. “No problem,” she answers turning to leave. “Wait!” you call out rushing to her sides. “Here,” you say handing her a pot of purple and another gold. “As a thank you gift. It's not much, but to a painter, these are some of the hardest colors to get,” you say.

“Don't you need them?” Chimi asks looking down at the pots. “Nah I have spare and the recipe on how to make more,” you explain waving your hand dismissively. “Thank you,” She says holding the paints closer. “Of course, and hey I promise to visit when I get the chance,” you say turning to leave. “See yay!” you call out as you leave heading into the village. “Bye,” Chimi quietly says waving her hand as Monkey slides down next to her. “Maybe not all humans are bad,” Chimi says turning to leave before anyone sees her.

#maya and the three x reader #maya and the 3 #maya and the three chimi #Chimi x reader #Maya and the three Chimi x reader #Maya and the three

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aris-has-a-paracosm · 4 days ago

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how about 4. what styles/mediums did you work with? (i know most/all of the things you post are digital but maybe your writing with different styles and mediums off tumblr???)

and 13. what thing gave you the most trouble?

4. Styles and Mediums!

When I first started on Tumblr earlier in the year, I had a style that was very lineart heavy with thick lineart, and the lineart was always colored. As well as that, I leaned into the cell shading with either cell or soft lighting depending on what kind of lighting I was going for. Now, towards the end of the year, I still color my lineart, but not as carefully, and part of that has to do with the brush I use now being much much thinner and more textured. My shading has also altered to be a soft/cell mix with more texture in there too. The overall sketch style and proportion style didn’t change much, but the lineart and shading did, and I’m very pleased with that. (Here’s two Ethos to demonstrate):

Now on to mediums! I’m just gonna list them as I remember them and comment when needed:

-digital art

-traditional marker drawings (in terms of traditional, ink is my forte)

-sewing (something I’ve never mentioned on Tumblr before: I do local craft fairs where I live, and I sell all sorts of handmade bags and plushes. I’ve never sold stuff online before, but it’s a possibility for the future)

-oil paintings (I took a class at my college back in spring. Here’s an orange, a butter knife, and a glass of water I had to paint for an assignment:)

-charcoal drawings

-fictional prose

-the occasional poem

-lab reports and academic writing (I spent time on it, so I’m counting it hehehe)

-I’ve also done gouache paintings and sculptures before, but none this year

13. What gave you the most trouble:

Tango’s hair!!!!! His hair is so difficult!!!!! I am slowly but surely learning how to master drawing it, but in all my art timelapses from early in the year, about half the timelapse is me redrawing his hair over and over again XD

#aris paracosm art #aris paracosm rambles #aris paracosm answers

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da-owo · 7 months ago

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GOOD MORNIFN TUMBLR IT IS CURRENTLY 2 PM FOR ME AN I AM FEEELIN VERY GOOD VERY COMIC MOTIVATED to answer some questions tho - do i sleep? absolutely even if its only a couple hours i have horrible insomnia and i tend to have to exhuasted myself to an extreme deal if i want to sleep more then 3 hrs which is why sometimes ill be alive at 4 or 5 am , this is also why i stated updates will be random , tho i dont like posting at 3 am i will if i want to move onto my next project -you've noted my bio says full time nsfw artist , is there going to be nsfw in the comic? if there is it will not be plot related and it will kept to my nsfw accounts ( i will not be sharing a link here or in the comments of this post as i have already shared where you could find that content ) - i'm really fast how am i getting this much done this fast? i work from home an yes do art full time , i do live in stream commissions so i just have "trained" my self to move faster when it comes to my art that way i can do more then just one persons commission in stream so now out of habbit i go go go go i've been called the "amazon prime" "same day shipping" artist haha tho sometimes a really really big piece comes through an that is a all day project but nonetheless anyone can practice enough to do stuff fast i also have been a full time artist for 5 years now ( sometimes even just taking a day to do fast sloppy sketches really helps with getting speed but speed should not be you main focus your growing as a artist and should enjoy the process and the art you make <3 -anything cosplay related , since i have gotten a vast amount of questions there -my wigs are all to mostly from arda wigs ( my jack frost and danny wig is a jet wig from arda, jacks is a silver in jet and danny's is a pure white in jet but i cut it in half to dye the under cut black ) if my wig isnt from arda they are mostly from amazon map of beauty is a good start for someone who wants a cheap wig to start with - i have been cosplaying for almost 12 years now i do not use name brand make up tbh my foundation is super stay from walmart in the lightest shade since i dont get to see the sun very often haha , i will always recommmend TRANSULUCENT setting powder -Contacts! yes sometimes i wear them but my eyes are very sensitive and i am very blind so most the time i am just editing them to the color i need them lol please stay away from ttdeye contacts they can damage your eyes DO NOT SHARE CONTACTS if they hurt TAKE THEM OUT NOW , contacts can cut and damage your eyes very easy - my jack frost cosplay staff , my staff is over 6ft tall ( i am not very short so i had to make it sized to me ) its a pvc pipe i had laying around and on the top there is a piece of a different broken prop hot glued to hell and back and heat shaped to make the hook then i i cut up a bunch of random lengthed shapes of foam and glued it around from the base to the very top and then sat there with my hot glue gun and added wood texture with hot glue , painted it a off brown , then dry brushed white all over it my staff is not perfect but for having made it all in one day i love it

if i missed anything feel free to ask im sure have an answer haha also been debating a name for my comic so might be refering to it as the golden dream but im unsure if i want to commit to it haha

#ramblings

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noffy96 · 1 year ago

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Sun/Moon Fic

Chapter three is here! ( the first of the 3 stories i finished last week XD ) I had a lot of fun writing it. So hope you all enjoy it to

Our first day together Apart .

Chapter Word count: 6577

Chapter 3/4 (Complete)

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With a small smile, he briefly reached further back pulling the tail of Moon's hat over his shoulder, before gently holding his face again.

“This...finally feels right, no…more than that it feels perfect.” He softly whispered

To his own amusement, he saw Moon's cheeks start to glow in a lovely brighter shade of red. Before he felt and saw him shake with silent laughter.

“Perfect… huh?”

Sun and Moon make their way to the West Arcade. And get a little distracted on the way. But once they arrive what surprise would be waiting for them there

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He was humming along with the song that was playing over the speakers. Rays swaying with every bouncing step. His and Moony’s clasped hands swung back and forth. The fact that they could do that now. That he could feel Moon. Actually, feel him. It still didn’t feel real to him. So he wasn't gonna let go if he could help it.

He felt a small tug on his arm. He had stopped again to look at one of the large signs

“I thought you said you weren't gonna look at every sign”

His counterpart's tone was fond. And he couldn't help the feeling of slight embarrassment. Scratching at his cheek with his free hand. As it had indeed been the tenth sign they stopped at.

“Sorry, Moony. It's just…. everything is so “

He looked around again. He couldn't explain how much better his vision was. He just had to stare at everything. He thought the signs looked pretty before. But now…? He was able to absorb so much more detail. He kept saving images, scared he was gonna lose this again.

Just, everything was brighter. He had more depth. And when they had run through the shadowy tunnels he could just see just as well.

He had never been able to see well in the dark. He had been made to work in the light. Only when tapping into Moony’s feed when he had been in control had he been able to see. But then again. Moon had several different night filters.

Moon's vision was also better. The light wasn't washing everything out anymore he had said. But unlike him, Moony's vision hadn't been broken. Just outdated.

Moon's hand squeezed his own. And he realized he had fallen silent again as he stared at Moon.

Because wasn't he a sight to behold. The fact that he was here in front of him made his rays spin every time he caught a glimpse of him again. When he wasn’t looking all around, He was looking at Moon.

One corner of Moon's mouth tugged up. He wasn't sure If that was on purpose or if Moon was also still getting to know the controls of his new body. But it looked good on him anyway.

“We done staring at El Chip for now?”

He giggled and nodded. Stepping closer as they continued onward towards the west arcade. Making sure their shoulders brushed every once in a while. And Moon was doing the same. Pushing back into his space. It was nice and close. They were passing the gift shop next to the arcade when he saw something.

“Moony!”

His eyes widened and he rushed inside. Moon stumbling along as he was dragged by the hand.

“What? Sun?”

He dragged them past several shelves. Eyes locked on what looked like the Daycares logo.

“Sun?! What did you..? Slow down!”

Moon continued to argue, but his voice stuttered out as he too saw their daycare logo, and they came to a stop in front of the large shelf. A big advertisement saying ‘New Products’ right next to it. And both of them stared at it.

He knew they sold merchandise of the daycare. He had seen it Most of it was in the gift shop just outside the main play area. He owned some of the plushies which they sold.

He had been the one to take them up to their room. Surprising Moon with them. And unlike most of their stuff. Those two plushies hadn't been broken. No. He had taken them up to their room the day they arrived.

They might not have been able to share cuddles. But the plushies could. They had helped with their communication a lot when Moon had gotten back online after the virus. And where one of their most treasured items.

But this shelf. It held more than the simple plushies and the Sundrop and Moondrop candies.

There were shirts with their likeness on them. As well as hats and bags and all the other things you expect. There was also a headband that resembled his rays. And nightcaps like Moony’s.

They even had sleeping masks! But also…the new posters he had seen downstairs.

“They made new ones”

Moon whispered and he nodded. Everything on this was brand new. He can't remember the last time the daycare got a merch update. But most important was what was sitting on the table right in the center. Their new plushies. They were thicker than the previous generation had been. More in line with the plushies of the glamrocks. Like they were now also part of the set.

He took a step forward to gently caress the side of a Moon plush. It felt soft. But with a giggly feeling he realised. Not as satisfying as the real Moon’s fingers still locked between his own.

“I think they look good…what do you think?”

He turned to face Moon whose gaze was stuck to the top shelf.

“Moon?”

He asked following his gaze only to gasp. There, on the top shelf. Where some action figures of them. It was the both of them, back to back in the same poses as the statues in the daycare. But painted in their likeness instead of gold.

Moon reached up, carefully taking one off the shelf. Inspecting it from all sides.

“I don't think this this is meant for little kids “ he whispered.

He nodded in agreement. And it brought a strange feeling to his chest. Almost everything that had been ever made of them was meant for kids. To be played with, not to be displayed. But this…this is

“We…we have a collectible..as if…we are part of a larger set of…”

He started speculating out loud and Moon nodded, the bell of his hat chiming softly as he looked up. Both of them stared at each other before he slowly started dragging Moon with him to another shelf where he knew they kept the Glamrock figurines. He had to know…if they fitted in.

Moon stayed quiet, taking careful hold of the figure as he quickly scouted the shelves.

“There!”

Moon’s gaze followed his outstretched arm toward a shelf with different figures. They came to a stop before it. Slowly Moon placed the one he was holding between a Freddy and Roxy one.

“Looks like it fits right in “

Moon's voice was wavering slightly. And the pumps of his own chest were doubling up.

“Yeah it does”

He held on tighter to Moon's hand as he felt a tremble go through his body. They were no longer seen as just the daycare bots it seemed. Slowly…very slowly. They were getting to be part of the group.

He turned to Moon, his grin nearly splitting his face. Moon still staring disbelievingly at the shelf. And seeing that look between happy and shocked. Well, he couldn't help himself. And leaned forward to kiss his partner's cheek.

Moon quickly snapped his head back. His free hand trailed over where he had just kissed. And it made him chuckle.

“Come on Moony, we gotta go”

Moon crossed his arms, giving him an unimpressed look.

“I am not the one that dragged us in here”

He giggled, as he started tugging Moon along again.

“But you didn't stop me eith-”

He cut himself off coming to a stop. His love almost knocked into him.

“Sun? Hey, is something wrong?”

A few paces in front were some changing rooms for any customer wanting to try on the shirts. And right next to it…was a large mirror against the wall.

He must have walked straight passed it earlier. But now…there was an opportunity here. He still hadn't seen himself…and it would be the first time seeing them together.

His rays were spinning at just the thought. Frozen in place. There was a cold hand on his cheek directing his gaze back to a worried-looking Moon. Making his rays do another spin as his cheeks gained a soft flush.

“Sunlight, what got you so nervous?”

He tried to get his voicebox to work. But the hand on his face was distracting. Just as the soft tone of Moon's voice was sending shivers down his endoskeleton.

He glanced towards the mirror.

“I..mmm want…see”

Moon tilted his head to the side following his gaze. Moon’s red iris widened slightly as his gaze locked on the mirror. And he swore he could hear his partner's fans starting up.

“You wanna look at us…together?”

Moony might not be in his head anymore but it was like he had been able to read his mind just as effectively. And he hurriedly nodded.

Moon's answering laugh was soft. Making his already heated cheeks burn brighter. But that was nothing compared to how they felt as Moon leaned forward to kiss one of them. And he actually let out a puff of steam at the action. Moon gave another fond soft laugh as he pulled away.

Before stepping forward and he was the one being dragged along. He kept his gaze firmly on Moon as they navigated their way towards the mirror.

He was shaking pretty hard by the time they reached it. What if he hated what he saw? Moony was so pretty and handsome-looking. What if standing next to him made him look ridiculous?

Somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he knew that was ludicrous. But right now he was not being rational. Moon's hand trailed up his arm till it warped around him. Pulling him into a hug.

His own arm immediately did the same. Pressing as close as possible. Moon's other hand went from his cheek to his rays gently tracing them from where they had retracted into their housings.

“You are gonna love how you look” Moon whispered.

Red eyes gentle and kind. Like he could see all the fears playing behind his own eyes.

“It's gonna feel a little strange, but you will. I just know.”

He nodded. His grip tightened and straightened himself. Closing his eyes and started slowly counting down slowly stepping away from his lover and facing the mirror.

Maybe he lingered on zero for an extra second. But when he felt another soft squeeze of Moon’s fingers. It filled him with some newfound confidence.

Opening his eyelids he stared into his own surprised blue eyes. He had been told they were fixed, Moon even called them pretty. But it was still a surprise to see them.

More importantly. He wasn't smiling. His mouth was open in slight surprise and he brought his hand that wasn't holding onto Moon still. To his face.

Tracing it along the silicone of his jaw cheeks everything. Putting visuals to the sensations from when he was doing the same in Parts and Service.

But his thoughts screeched to a halt. As Moon stepped closer arms came up just under his own and crossed across his stomach as he was pulled gently against his boyfriend's chest.

He saw his rays give way for his partner to rest his head over his shoulder. And Moon took the opportunity gladly.

And he couldn't help but stare at the both of them. They were actually standing together. He could see everything that he was doing. What Moon was doing. What they both were doing! It felt so surreal

Moon was smiling happily, rocking them gently in place. And not only could he feel his cheeks heat up. He saw the slight pink flush on the plating in his cheeks as well.

Slowly he rested one hand across the two in his stomach. His other hand reached up to gently run his fingers across Moon's face. Enjoying the feeling of silicone, and the warmth of his blush.

With a small smile, he briefly reached further back pulling the tail of Moon's hat over his shoulder, before gently holding his face again.

“This...finally feels right, no…more than that it feels perfect.” He softly whispered

To his own amusement, he saw Moon's cheeks start to glow in a lovely brighter shade of red. Before he felt and saw him shake with silent laughter.

“Perfect… huh?”

He hummed in affirmation, gently squeezing the silicone fingers beneath his own as he leaned further into the hug. So focused on those eyes that looked like he was the only thing worth looking at.

He wasn't surprised to see that they were the same height. Made being held all the sweeter. He saw why Moon liked it so much when he held him back in the basement. He didn’t wanna let go. He wanted to stay this close forever.

He raked his eyes over both the forms again. Their colors stood out nicely against each other. The blue and white of moon’s arms across his chest. His yellow fingers against Moon's face. He loved seeing this, he thought back to before having known to ever even the thought of being separated had been suggested.

Before they even were a thing. He had thought he could just live with just having Moon back. And yes, if he had to choose between Moon living inside him once more or no Moon and all. He knew he would have Moon inside of his head again in a heartbeat.

But this. Actually seeing him. Actually touching him. It was fulfilling an ache so deep he didn't know he had. The only thing he missed was the warmth that the Moon's feelings had always given off.

But as his face was titled up slightly and Moon left a lingering kiss just above his eye. He decided that sacrificing that meant everything if they could keep doing more of that.

The rays not resting against Moon were slowly rising in and out of their casings. His partner kept on leaving kisses against his faceplate.

He started to giggle in response.

“Moony! That tickles!”

It didn't really, but the outpouring of affection of his lunar counterpart was leaving him all kinds of flustered. A happy kind, he might squirm, but he didn’t plan on pulling away.

Moon's smile turned sharper and they made eye contact in the mirror.

“Now, it is perfect”

He let out another flustered giggle. Rotating his neck to face Moon in full. And also so that they could keep their hug going. Gently tipping the top of their faceplates together.

“Yeah, you are right, well…maybe one more thing could make it even better…”

His eyes dropped to Moony's mouth for a second. And even this close he could see the flush on Moon’s face get darker.

Both their fans were making soft whirring sounds. Their eyes fell nearly shut, as they leaned closer. Foreheads touching, then noses then…

An alarm sounded and a bright light shined in their direction. It startled them both so much that they jumped apart. Letting go of each other for the first time since they got reunited.

They stared at the entrance where a security bot lowered their flashlight. Let out the alert sound again. Turned to its right. Flashed his light, turning back to them. Flashing his light once more. Before repeating those steps a few more times

“Shit, fuck right, we get it, we get it. We’re coming”

Moon shouted at him. The bot nodded and rolled away.

Right….they were supposed to go to the west arcade. They were probably wondering why they were running late and asked security to look for them.

Moon was looking away grumbling under his breath and he pressed his hands against his face. Feeling the scorching heat beneath the new sensors. His chest motors still pumping in overdrive. As his rays had retracted.

They had almost kissed. They had said to wait until they got back to the daycare. But it had been so perfect! But now…he could feel himself pout under his hands.

“Come on, let's go…I doubt he is gonna leave us alone for long”

He nodded against his hands taking a deep breath. Glancing at his partner briefly before pressing his hands over his eyes again. Moon was still looking away. Look thoroughly pissed off. His hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Yeah…we…we shouldn't leave them waiting”

He mumbled. Whoever them was anyway Neither of them made a move to start walking. He was surprised he had kinda expected Moon to start stomping ahead after his last statement.

What was he waiting for?

“I am…”

Moon started but trailed off and it made him look up. Peeking between his fingers. And Moon looked less angry and more uncomfortable.

“I am not angry AT you….”

He trailed off once more still not meeting his eyes

“Just…at”

Soon let out a frustrated grunt and pointed at where the security bot was a few seconds ago.

His hands dropped from his face, cheeks still felt like they were glowing. His knuckles knocked against each other a few times as he swayed a bit in place.

“Yeah…I…I know.”

Moon glanced at him and looked sceptical bouncing on his feet uncomfortably. And he took a deeper breath. It slowed down his fans finally.

“Sorry, sorry…just still a bit…”

He waved his arm around as he searched for the words

“Rattled?”

Moon supplied and he chuckled slowly meeting Moon's gaze full-on again.

“That's one word for it”

He said with a loped smile that Moon returned before holding out his hand

“Let's get going Sunbeam”

His fans started up again as his rays spun happily as he took Moon's hand.

“Right! Lead the way!”

Moon chuckled before slowly pulling him out of the gift shop. And as he was pulled along by his lunar counterpart. He felt himself start to smile again.

The gift shop is right next to the Fazzcade. But the construction workers had left a couple of forklifts so they had to take the long way. By going down the turned-off escalator.

As they reached the bottom, They silently agreed to start racing again. Both of them took off towards the next one over so they could run back upstairs again. So fast, Until they were sprinting down the atrium once again. It made the giddiness from before return.

He loved the sound of Two sets of footsteps echoing around them. The loud jingling of their bells. And soon their laughter followed again.

Until finally they came to a stop in front of the doors of the west arcade. Clutching the hand he was holding. He patted down his pants, adjusted the ribbons on his wrists, flattened his new shirt, and resetted his voicebox, so it hopefully still sounded like he should. He was slowly getting used to it. But it still felt slightly off.

He glanced to his side to see that Moon had been doing the same. And was now fixing his hat before glancing back at him.

“Ready?”

With another squeeze of their hands, they stepped into the elevator entrance and pressed the Freddy-shaped button. Moon's hand held his tighter as it roared to life and brought them up.

It was because he was holding on tightly to Moon's hand that he wasn't doing his usual knocking his knuckles together. He was excited to meet the DJ. But he wondered who else was there.

Diana said they’d be waiting. Where it the Mini’s? It was likely they were gonna be there. But maybe the Glamrocks? But he doubts they have the time.

He didn't get much time to think as the door slid open they stepped out finding it surprisingly dark. They cautiously moved forward towards the golden statues of the Glamrocks.

But they saw no one. Moon gently tugged on his hand dragging him in the direction of DJ’s main booth.

‘They said the west arcade…right. I don't wanna wake DJ if he is asleep’

He spoke to Moon using their new shared connection so that if he was indeed in rest mode, there was no chance of him waking up

‘they did’

As they stepped onto the dance floor to cross it the lights turned on. The Daycares theme started blasting from the speakers. And all the Glamrocks jumped out from behind the booth

“Surprise!”

They all screamed in unison. And he stared at them slack-jawed.

“Congratulations on your new bodies Boys!

Chica chirped happily. And he let out a flustered laugh.

“You two look damm fine”

Monty bellowed. Jumping from the platform and landing on the floor with a big thumb.

“Montgomery Gator, please be careful with my dancefloor”

DJ’s deep voice said sternly. The big gator sheepishly rubbed his neck.

“As sorry my dude. Got excited”

The other bots were clambering down the booth. Chica reaching them first. Stopping right in front of him and grabbing his wrist pulling them up.

“Oh they really went all out on you two, didn't they?! You are so expressive now Sunshine!”

He giggled her excitement was infectious. And he bounced along.

“I know! I can finally frown! Can you believe it?!”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Monty also complimenting Moon. Moon's face was smug yet flushed from the praise.

He staggered forward half a step as Roxanne clapped his back. With her own approval. And both of them did a little show off of their new bodies for their friends.

Showing off their flexibility. Their new clothes. The way his rays and faces now moved. And everyone was a perfect audience.

It was fun being the center of attention. Moon even called the cable down and did some tricks with his newfound flexibility.

It was also how they found out, that the rings for attaching the cable now retracted into his back. Moon's clothes have an almost hidden gap where it would appear.

But this would mean No more kids trying to pull it. Which would be a blessing on their endoskeletons. He noticed he could call the tether still as well. But he didn't wanna take away from Moon's moment.

Besides his boyfriend was amazing to look at. His love always had the better control of their cable. And when he was still in their head as Moon flew around it always felt so much more freeing than when he did it himself.

“Sundrop, do you know if they gave either of you any other new features”

Freddy asked gently. After Moon stopped his short performance.

“Well, I don't know about Moony. But I certainly got something. But I hadn't had the time to test it. But I think i got enough space here to try it “

He felt a mischievous little smile come across his face.

“What the hell are you waiting for? Show us!”

Roxanne cheered.

“I was planning on. Can you give me some space? “

Moon hadn't detached himself from their cable yet. But moved out of the way. Hovering right next to DJ. Who folded his arms. And changed the sound on the speaker to some drums.

He bounced a couple of times. Feeling the springs in his legs. After a few bounces, he started a short run. Then using the pistons and springs to jump. Quickly soaring, that was way higher than he ever jumped and it made him laugh.

As gravity took him again. He quickly curled up to tumble twice before landing square on his feet. Arms outstretched.

“Holy sh-” Monty was elbowed by Freddy cutting off his swear. Chica was shouting wildly while Roxanne whistled.

But Moon’s impressed fond look was the best reaction of all. Then his grin shifted.

‘Stay right where you are Sunbeam’

Moon's voice echoed inside his head. And his own grin broadened. Moon quickly jumped down, doing a little summersault of his own. Detaching the cable as he reached the ground.

Cartwheeling his way over. Before jumping up himself. He didn't get the same height he got. Not even half of it. But that didn’t matter, he got high enough.

Seeing what he was doing. He crouches down just enough for Moon to place his hands on top of his before straightening once more. Their fingers clenching together in their hold.

Moon doing the handstand on top of him. He tilted his head up with a laugh. As Moon cackled happily.

“Wait how did they?!”

Monty tail was wagging on the floor.

“That's very impressive indeed. I bet the kids would love that”

Freddy's calm voice cut through as well.

But he only had eyes for the bot above him. They both let go of one arm and he shifted to stand on one leg to strike an even more impressive pose. Beaming at their audience, who clapped and cheered for them.

Once they were holding hands securely once more. He thought of another fun idea.

‘Think you could handle a switch Moonbeam?’

‘of course. Will you allow me to scare them a bit?’

He glanced back at the other bots. DJ gave them a thumbs up. The other four still staring at them in disbelief.

‘go for it’

He felt Moon shift his weight and he moved with him. And while he had full control. He knew that it looked.like.they were losing their balance.

“You two stuck or something? “ Roxanne asked

Moon wobbled a bit swaying back and forth. Head turned away so the others couldn’t see his big grin. But he could see it and the joy was infectious. He looked straight up. Probably making it seem like he was paying extra attention. But not in the way others thought. He moved with the momentum.

“Guys! you guys should look out!”

Chica clucked worryingly.

“We could help you if you need assistance”

Freddy offered worriedly and it sounded like he stood up and came closer

‘now’

Moon announced. And he Swayed him backward as fast as he could. Making it look like he fell off. But their hands were still locked together. And using the springs in his legs. He kicked off the second Moon's feet had hit the ground kicking himself upright.

So now they were in a perfect mirrored position of their previous pose. Both laughed manically at the Glamrocks' shocked faces. As they rotated their heads to face them.

“Did You guys really think Sun would drop me? “

He giggled holding on a bit tighter as Moon walked closer to the others. Kicking his legs back and forth excitedly. Moon not even swaying with the motions.

“Or Moon wouldn't know his own limits?”

He found great pleasure in the wide-eyed stares and amazed faces of their friends.

“You two are jesters all right, scaring us half to death”

Monty grumbled. He let go of one of Moon’s hands to knock at his chest.

“We are quite sturdy as well. A little fall won't hurt either of us. We gotta protect the little ones “

He held Moon's hand again. Who after a soft squeeze then slowly crouched down. So he could swing his legs back down safely. And with a few rotations of his many new joints was standing upright on the ground again.

“Something wrong?”

Moon asked looking at Roxy, who was looking between them with an odd expression. His own hand came to rest across Moon's lower back. Trying not to grin harder as he felt him lean into the hold.

She waves her hand dismissively. Flipping her hair back.

“Nah, just curious. You guys never done any of that together right?”

He cocked his head to the side confused.

“How would we even before today?”

She frowned.

“Yeah, I get that. Not what I meant. More like. It's impressive how well coordinated and performed that was. Like you two knew each other strengths exactly. Like you’ve been doing it for years. Like no wonder, you two are such good partners. Makes a girl jealous”

He felt his face flush and his rays spin quickly. As Roxy called them partners

“Ah..miss Roxy… thank you so much. Yes. Yes. I am really happy we are too”

He was rambling a bit nervously holding Moon a bit closer who was fighting his own blush it seemed.

Partners.

He called Moon his partner in his head. But he just realized. He hadn't really called him that to his face. Not yet at least…had he ever? Had he ever called him that where he could hear?

Or boyfriend…or any other title! He had told him he loved him at the very least. But never a title…it wasn’t really needed being in each other's head. He could feel how his counterpart felt about him. But it still felt wrong, they had been together for over three months. And they really never did? How…

Then with a start, he realized something else…in the few hours since they had gotten their bodies. He hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ to him yet. Had he forgotten in all the chaos and rush of actually seeing Moon? Had Moon said it? He wasn’t sure, but Moon looked so wonderful and lovely. And he had hugged him and spun him around and how could you blame him for forgetting!

But He should. He absolutely should. But not now?! Not with everyone watching them so intently. But it was so very nice to hear that they seemed made for each other.

“Roxanne is right, but now I ask. Is everyone ready to get this party started?”

DJ cut in. Luckily this prevents them from answering the others any further.

“Party?!”

Both Moon and he exclaimed. And the others laughed.

“Of course, this is gonna be a party. Did you two think we just wanted to talk? This is a celebration!”

Freddy walked behind them placing a hand on their shoulders and pulling the both of them into a quick hug.

“Hell yeah, it is! Let's Rock and Roll”

Monty bellowed grabbing his hand and pulling him out of Freddy’s, and Moon’s grip as the music started. Pulling him into a dance.

He was disoriented for a minute or so. Before just letting himself go and dancing with the gator. Chica soon joined them both. While Roxanne and Freddy started dancing with Moon. Twirling the lunar bot between the both of them.

And they continued on like that for several songs. Changed with whom he was dancing with several times.

But when Chica tried to pull him onto the dancefloor for the fifth time he waved her off.

“No no, why don't you dance with Roxanne! Let me watch for a minute!”

He spun her around pushing her direction of the wolf who eagerly pulled her along. And he rested against the booth with a sigh.

His eyes quickly found Moon who seemed to be in some sort of dance battle with Monty that Freddy was keeping score of.

“You alright there Sunbeam?”

He glanced back and turned to Dj’s giant face

“Never better. Thank you so much for providing your arcade for us.”

There was a deep chuckle on one of Dj’s giant hands came down to gently pet him.

“Anything for my two favorite comets.”

He laughed at the compliment.

“Oh, that reminds me!”

He leaned forward to hug the DJ's giant face. And he felt the gentle hand pressing him closer

“And with that, I hugged everyone!. Prepare for more of those!”

“Always welcome. You and Moon are free to visit anytime. “

He nodded leaning against him.

“We know that. But we probably gonna take it easy after this. As fun as all of this is. I still can't quite believe it. I think I need a day to just…process all this ”

There was another deep chuckle.

“I’m sure Moon feels the same. Everyone just wanted to make you two’s first night back special”

His rays spun again. Giggling happily.

“It is. It really is! It's almost perfect”

“Almost huh, do I need to step up my game? I only give the best parties. I won't do with almost perfect”

He glanced at Moon who was now laughing at the gator who seemed to be trying to demand a rematch as Roxy and Chica came over to watch the comotion those two caused.

“You are doing everything perfectly. Just wanna dance with Moony. Hadn't had the change just yet. So unless you can make that happen?”

He looked up hopefully.

“You could just ask him”

The giant bot told him with a snort.

“He is having fun right now! I don't wanna interrupt!”

DJ shakes his head fondly.

“Wanna help to do some sound effects for the next song?”

He brightens up. Almost jumping up on the platform.

“Yes please!”

DJ lifted him up. And he had a lot of fun pressing random sound effects at different moments. His own grin widened any time it made any of the other bots below laugh. Moon had stepped aside for a moment and seemed to talk to Freddy. And he waved at them as their eyes met.

Shortly after DJ even let him mix some songs. He wasn't the greatest at it but it was fun. Then DJ even let him control the lights table! There were so many buttons! He let one follow Moon around when he was on the dancefloor. Switching between yellow and blue.

He made Monty angry by giving him any color other than green. And the one time he did. Roxanne and Moon quickly crowded him blocking out his colour with their own. Starting a chase. That lasted several more songs.

Eventually, he was lowered back to the ground

“Thank you so much, DJ!”

He got another pet and he turned around to get back to dancing when he was faced with Moon. His rays spinning around excitedly at seeing his happy grin. And more importantly, his held-out hand.

“Wanna dance?”

He nodded so hard quickly grasping the outstretched hand and was pulled closer. Moon's other hand landed on his hip. Pulling him close enough to quickly kiss him between the eyes.

During their first dance, Moon took the lead. Pulling and guiding him through the space. The second song was a faster, salsa-like song. And now It was him pulling his lunar counterpart along. Never once it felt like Moon's gaze was leaving him as they slipped from one song to the next. Changing who led every time, Sometimes Midway through the songs.

Enjoying the fluttering feeling of hands across his arms, back shoulders, and everywhere else. Sometimes they got the others involved. But now they had come together it seemed impossible to break them apart again.

The last song of the night was a slower one to wind them down. And he and Moon were just locked in an embrace laughing and swaying side to side. Spinning slowly.

Coming down from their flustered high. Moon's body was warm against his own. Seems the dancing had warmed up his internal temperature. And it was so lovely to hold. He could hear his fans roaring. Feel the plating shift underneath the new shirt.

One of Moon's hands came up and was gently rubbing one of his rays. And it caused a whole new kind of fluttering sensations he had never experienced before. He wanted to stay here forever. He wanted to press closer. He wanted to leave kisses all over his beautiful face. He wanted just to kiss him fully and so many more things.

He didn't think the others would make a big deal out of it. If he did any of those things. But no. Not now, he gotta be patient. He will make it perfect.

But he could do something else. So when the song ended he pulled out of the embrace. Lifted Moon's hand to his mouth and kissed it.

“Thanks for the dance Moony”

There was a beautiful blush covering his boyfriend's cheeks. But they were snapped out of their world as they heard Chica running towards them

“Sunbeam, Moonpie. That was so much fun. We should do these parties more often”

She screamed happily as she pulled both of them into a hug. Which he gladly returned.

“Doing so would be fun yes”.

Moon stated while making eye contact with him making his rays do another flustered rotation..

“We should indeed. If it's okay with DJ of course”

Freddy said turning towards the giant spider-like animatronic.

“As long as I am not left the one cleaning.”

He chuckled good-heartedly.

“Of course, we wouldn't wanna do that to you, my friend”.

Freddy reassured him, and he nodded as he freed himself from Chica’s hold and asked

“Right! Right, it would be awful to leave a mess behind. Do you need our help with clean up?”

“Hell no,” Roxy came over and put him in a headlock that made him giggle

“You two are the guest of honor. No clean-up duty for you two. Besides your guys' room changed yes? You should go check on that”

Oh my god. He almost had completely forgotten. Quickly checking his messages and saw they had gotten the okay from Alex to go to their room almost an hour ago.

Moon freed himself from Chica as well and with the cable floated up to DJ. To face him fully.

“You sure about that. This is your space We really don't mind”

DJ, waved him off.

“It's quite alright. I got four sets of hands helping me out. I think they can manage. “

He smiled as Dj’s hand came to gently pet Moony and he saw him briefly hug it back

“But thank you little comet. But I think you two should go before the lights go out. Wouldn't want to be stuck navigating the construction in the dark if you hadn't come across.it during the day yet.”

He had freed himself from Roxanne and held his partner's hand again the second he came down.

“If everyone is sure. Than okay. We'll be off! Thank you all so much. It was really fun,”

He said bouncing along with Moon's movements

“It was. Truly “

Moon agreed and Everyone smiled at them.

“The pleasure was all ours Sundrop and Moondrop”

Freddy said and they waved at all of them ready to leave. When suddenly Monty bellowed

“Wait we forgot something!”

They stopped and turned around, as the gator came towards them. And pulled them into another hug lifting them both off the ground.

“Group hug!”

The others soon joined. Even DJ warped his hand around them. And the gesture almost made tears spring in his new eyes. Locking his gaze.with Moon who looked equally affected. They returned the hug.

Before they were placed back on the ground. And with a warbled voice the both of them said their thanks. As they stepped back into the elevator taking them down to the atrium.

Waving at their friends until the doors closed. And the machine rumbled alive. He felt himself start to shake.

“Sun..?”

Moon's voice was strained. Looking as close to crying as he felt. And he gave a shaky nod. He waited for the elevator to stop moving and they stepped out. And as soon as they did they both fell into a tight hug. With warbled laughter.

Things were going okay. They were not isolated anymore. It was so hard to believe. But he was replaying the last few hours in fast forward.

It had. And at this point, this entire day was gonna be saved into his special folder. They slowly pulled apart.

“Ready to head to our room?”

Moon asked softly and he nodded tightening his grip on his boyfriend. He was ready to see their home.

“Let's go”

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