#the legs pose I chose was confusing

[an-albino-pinetree]

Have a Boxer!Jax, but I don’t know what to do with the rest of the body 👍🏻

AU credits @burrotello !

[whateverloomis]

Ok this might seem weird so im sorry about this 😭

Can you do a reader who has a blog of sorts and she posts about her interests (like horror, books, movies etc) and she sometimes posts pictures of her in langerie or naked but in a artistic way for the female gaze (for the girliesss) but she stays Anonymous (doesnt show her face).

She decides to tell billy about it and they have a little photoshoot together

Bonus: him reading the comments like:

Person: that guy is so hot

Billy: hehe *kicks feet*

Don't worry about weirdness here anon, the weirder the better ;) I imagined this during the Myspace era (early 2k,) because it was iconic asf 😩 Also, I changed up the comment part based on the picture I chose. Enjoy! <33

Warnings: Making out, voyeurism, choking, dry humping, touchy feely Billy, p in v, creampie, reader has long hair, reader has nipple piercings, revised August'24

Reader: AFAB (she, her,) third person and use of YN.

She was wearing a black lace see through bralette that showed just enough of her pierced nipples, a matching thong with a garter and thigh high socks. Her hair cascaded a little over her shoulders, just enough to show on the picture while still remaining anonymous.

YN snapped a few pictures in different poses; arching her back with her ass on display, kneeling down with her hands on her tits, and many other deliciously teasy positions.

From outside her window stood Billy Loomis. He was walking towards her house to crawl through her window and get his way with her like he did almost every night now. However, once he saw YN taking pictures in her lingerie he needed to enjoy the view from outside a little bit before showing himself to her.

Gosh, she looked so good posing for the camera. He wondered if she was going to send them to someone. If he was lucky enough to be the receiver of sed pictures. His imagination ran wild imagining what the shots looked like.

Billy bit his lip and sighed, he decided he had tortured himself enough and walked towards her window, adjusting his hard cock in his jeans before climbing up and sitting on the ledge.

"Quite a show you're putting on," he said, startling YN.

"Billy, what the fuck?!" She whisper screamed, conscious about her roommate downstairs.

Sighing in attempt to calm herself, she grabbed her black robe and began to put it on.

Billy let himself in and walked towards YN, grabbing her hands to stop her from closing the robe; "Don't even think about it, let me look at you baby," he said teasingly and ran his large hands down her waist to her hips, squeezing the flesh.

YN bit her lip and ran her hands through Billy's hair before pulling him in for a lingering kiss.

"Mm, what's all this for?" He asked her, removing the robe and throwing it on the bed.

"I um... Well, I have this blog where I post pictures of myself an-" - "Looking like this?" He interrupted and YN blushed at the teasy yet low-key degrading question. She loved it.

"It's artistic, not porn if that's what you're wondering," YN answered and Billy smirked at her explanation. Looking around the room, he saw some Polaroid pictures of herself in her so-called "artsy" positions and lingerie.

"What about these?" Billy walked towards her dresser and grabbed a few of the images.

"Oh, I sell those," YN explained and Billy raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Quite the business you have here." He replied while slipping one of the Polaroids in his pocket. He'll definitely use it later.

YN chuckled and walked towards Billy. He immediately spread his legs and pulled her between them, placing one single peck on her lips before things got heated.

Billy laid her down on the soft bed and hovered over her, biting her lip softly before dipping his tongue inside her mouth, playing with her own. YN moaned at his methodical movements, Billy is a great fucking kisser and she couldn't get enough.

Suddenly, he pulled back and whispered; "Fuck."

"What is it?," YN asked, confusion lacing her words.

"We look really good," Billy said and pointed at YNs computer screen. She had left it on along with her camera since he decided to give her an unexpected surprise.

The sight got YN wet and she bit her lip when she felt Billy's cock twitch between her legs.

His large hands on her body looked delicious and she couldn't help but grind up against his hard on.

Billy followed her movements and they ended up dry humping on her bed. She was soaked and most likely ruined her thong but she didn't care.

"What if we take some pictures together?" Billy asked, his voice low in her ear.

YN gasped in excitement and immediately said yes.

•

The photoshoot session was intense. The couple couldn't get their hands off each other.

Billy grabbed YN everywhere and they took over 100 pictures together. They were going insane looking at each other on the screen, so much that they ended up fucking their brains out.

YN rode Billy's cock in front of the camera and ended up recording some of it too.

She bounced on his length and pulled his hair, hard. Billy had his hand around YNs throat choking her deliciously.

"You look so fucking good for the camera baby... Fuck," he whispered before cumming inside her throbbing pussy.

Billy pulled out and YN arched her back in order to give the camera a good view of his seed leaking out of her cunt.

•

After cleaning up and viewing all the pictures they took, the couple settled on a picture to post on YNs blog.

Not long after, the notifications started to increase. Comments and likes nonstop. YN had a large following and they were loving the new content.

"Check this comment out," YN told Billy.

"His hands look so good, I want them around my throat... Ugh!"

Billy chuckled and pretended that he didn't care about the compliment, but YN knew best. Not to mention the light blush that appeared on his cheeks.

"You love the praise, huh?," YN said teasingly and bit her lip.

"Shut up. I bet you agree with that comment," he said, trying to shift the conversation.

"You know I do," YN answered and kissed him once again.

[narfin-frood]

Silly question but how do you art?

Or more like, how is your process to draw? Your lines and posing are so loose and show the feeling of a character so well, like, how do you make your art so real with only a few lines is what most amaze me. Anyway I hope I'm not bothering you and that makes sense, thanks for reading!<3

you're not a bother, don't worry! i'm not sure if there's an appropriately concise answer to a question like this, but i'll try to explain my process for poses a bit, and if there's anything else specific you'd like to know about my process, feel free to ask, and i'll try to answer!

for posing, i find it's very helpful to start by thinking about what situation the character is in. you don't need a location or a background or anything (unless you're being #serious about it). for this, i chose "picking up something way too heavy" (cont. under cut, wall of text ahead)

keeping it very simple is key!!! do not worry about details!!! i am very bad at this. i love to add a little detail or two, like his eyes or his little expression, but i have to catch myself before i get too into it, otherwise i'll forget the point of what i was doing and/or get bored. use just enough strokes to get the point across, and stop there (for now).

i draw fast and loose, with long strokes, which also happens to help with the problem that happens if you start with any specific part of the body. it's important to start with... everything at once, or else you won't be able to see what needs to be changed or fixed until it's too late and you've already decided on where you want the head and the left arm to be!

to display effort & strain without just contorting the character's face, you gotta think about just how heavy the object is, how one would go about grabbing it comfortably, and whether your character is smart enough to lift with their legs.

wander is great (read: BEST CHARACTER DESIGN EVAR. i love him kisskisskiss) because he's not grounded in any sort of reality until necessary, and his limbs have no bones, but he still has specific proportions and volumes to refer back to if you get carried away with the wackiness. posing a character made up of several noodles of varying widths is very simple, because you can do basically whatever you want to push and pull and make it as clear (and/or as funny) as possible.

start with your line of action, in this case the long line connecting his neck and his left foot. think about where the floor is, so you can make the feet of your character and whatever else is touching it coexist in the same reality. think about clarity: big, simple shapes are your friends, and if you're not getting the gist of the pose through the silhouette alone, try again! there's NO shame in hiding the first layer and doing a couple more sketches until you land on something you really like. Don't polish a turd, especially if you yourself think it's a turd. it'll make you feel like you're wasting time, and drawing is about having fun and experimenting, so if it's getting boring or frustrating, it's time to try something else.

wander and other characters with no bones and no rules are great for posing because you can do things like make their arms bend the wrong way just to play with the clarity of the pose. this:

un-breaks the arms and makes a little more sense for somebody with elbows, but some clarity in the action is lost when the arms don't curve upward and away from the very heavy object he's straining to pick up.

grounding your characters is both more complex and easier than it sounds, and it unfortunately requires you to think about perspective (i know. i know. i know it sucks and it's confusing. i hated it for a very long time but once it clicks, you'll have it in your brain forever)

fudging a perspective grid is fairly easy, just draw several parallel lines and have them get closer to each other as they recede into the distance, and then do it again in the opposite direction. you can use the transform tool in whatever program you use most to fudge this for even less effort, by just getting a png of a grid and fucking with it

now that you've got your floor, think about those feet. the grid makes it fairly easy to envision how a shoe would look sitting on that floor:

this is also where having an understanding of volumes comes in handy, because things farther in the distance will in fact look smaller, but it's up to you to figure out just how much smaller it would be in comparison to the other identical thing with the same volume that's closer to the camera. usually it's almost negligible, but it becomes easy to spot if it's a little off.

and here's the pose i settled on! i made his noodle arms more extreme for extra XD factor and i put him on his tippy toes for that extra bit of height!

a lot of the principles i'm talking about in this post i mainly pick up from consciously watching my favorite cartoons (and live action shows) and if i really, really like the way something is done, or if i see something that i've never really registered before, i'll screencap it or i'll pause or i'll just keep thinking about it until i draw again.

this is called "building a visual library" and it's the #1 easiest and most important way to practice. it requires no drawing, unless you want it to. look at lots of art by artists you love, and if you see something and you think to yourself, hey, this looks really good, by all means, absorb it.

art is great and it's really fun and there's literally nothing wrong with taking inspiration where you can find it!! seriously!!! absorb your favorite parts of every art style you find cool and fun and put it into your own! you're the only person who can draw the way you draw, and while replicating an art style is fairly easy (or it can be, depending), matching it perfectly is Literally impossible, so don't worry about being derivative. Nobody will notice, and if they do, it's okay to say you're inspired by them! encouraged, even!

my own art style, like everybody else's, is a frankenstein's monster containing all of the things i've loved before!!! and i think thats beautiful and if anybody tries to tell you you've gotta be 100% original and have "your very own style", they're a filthy liar and they're definitely (consciously or not) already taking inspiration and reference from the things they themselves find cool and awesome.

ANYWAY. wall of text over.

TLDR: draw quickly, use long strokes (try not to pet your lines), have a specific situation to put your character in, get familiar with volumes and proportions, and have fun!!!

[madethisjusttobrowse]

Gwen Stacy Falls For Spider-Man

Ok, so until the next movie, this is how it's going to go down in my head:

-Miles is being chased by the spider society who have caught everyone but Gwen.

-Lyla pops up and says there's a canon event about to happen and everyone confused on what to do and Miguel conflicted with stopping Miles and thus a canon event.

-Miles and Gwen are high up when Gwen gets shot (I haven't decided how and why). It looks alot like uncle Aaron getting shot.

-Gwen Stacy falls and Spider-man dives after her.

-Miles shoots a web at Gwen and the whole world flips like comic pages showing the hunderds of Gwen Stacy's deaths.

-The pages get interupted with a close up of Gwen's hand reaching up and weakly grabs Miles' web.

-Wide shot of Gwen dangling from the web with Miles literally running down the building towards her.

-Now the camera is at the bottom of the building with a small puddle of red.

-Gwen's legs briefly swing into view akin to a hanged man.

-Gwen is lowed down while Miles makes a rough landing and immediately goes to her side.

-"Gwen! No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."

-Gwen's eyes are barely open and she sputters out Miles' name.

-Miles moves her hand and uses his webs to completely stop the bleeding.

-Miles looks up and realizies Gwen has stopped breathing.

-"Please no, Gwen come on."

-Gwen is layed down flat on the ground and Miles puts his hands on top of each other on her chest.

-Gwen's body lurches once then twice as Miles uses his electricity powers.

-Gwen then coughs awakes and Miles triping over his tongue to ask if she's okay.

-Gwen's shoulder is in bad shape but she's alive.

-Miles then hugs Gwen and unlike all of those iconic poses of Spider-man hugging the body of someone he couldn't save, Gwen hugs him back.

-Miles couldn't do anything when his uncle got shot, his mom is a nurse, and it's been over a year later; no way is he not going to learn how to prevent that from happening again.

-Gwen knows it doesn't end well for Gwen Stacy, the haunted faces of the hunderds of Peter Parker's remind her she's a Ghost-spider. She knows the sickening crunch that's in every Spider-man's history.

-In that monent, both of them chose to learn from the past and not repeat history.

-Lyla then states that the canon event is complete.

-"But Gwen is still alive how can-"

-"Gwen Stacy falls in love with Spider-man and then she falls and dies. Umm that kinda all of happened. The canon event doesn't seem to include her staying dead though..."

-Realization, shock, and horror from the entire Spider society watching Gwen Stacy die again and finding out their canon events didn't have to tragic.

-End scene.

[stellayuta]

Rin doing Yoga in the anime had me bawlinggg idk why It also put the image of Yoga Sex with Rin in my mind and now I can't stop thinking about ittt

How about writing something about that?

thanks for putting the image in my head too

mdni, 18+ only

★Rin Itoshi - Yoga S*x☆

The 'R' in Rin stood for routine. He was awake by 5 AM and done with his early morning strength training and jog by 7 AM. To ease the pain of exhausting his stamina and muscles at dawn, he chose Yoga as a means to stretch his body out and soothe the soreness. The upkeep of being a pro footballer was not a regular man's deal after all.

You had never seen his routine ever before because you loved your sleep more than Rin did. In fact, you only knew about his routine in detail because his sports manager scolded him because he refused to take a break from working out even during his off time from the football season. You on the other hand, if there wasn't a reason to wake up before 8:00 AM, you won't. That was the law. Usually, you'd just join a freshly rejuvenated Rin for a hearty breakfast with a yawn and kickstart your day.

One fine morning though, you were forced awake by the sheer heat of the house. It was the middle of the harshest summer Japan had to offer as of late, and you were hoping that for whatever reason the AC was off, it'd better be a good one. You got out of the bed, kicking the musty sheets away from you and swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead. You were melting away even when you were only in a pair of skimpy shorts and a paper-thin tank top. You checked the time before you made your way out of your bedroom - 7:00 AM. The rest of the house was a degree cooler than your oven-like bedroom, but it was enough for you to forget where the thermostat was. That's when you remember that it was Rin who usually handled the thermostat. Maybe it was him who switched the AC off? But... why?

You make your way to the living room to locate the thermostat and are greeted by the most astonishing and unexpected sight right in front of you.

Rin Itoshi's bare back is facing you as he stretches himself out into complicated poses on his yoga mat while soaking in the radiant sun seeping in from the open windows. There is not a single item of clothing on his body. He sighs as he skillfully changes positions and focuses on the left side of his body, balancing himself on the mat. You gawk at his marvelous form as Rin's body shines lusciously under the sunlight, as if lathered by coconut oil and Epsom salts and his own sweat - which it probably is.

"Rin?" you call out without meaning to, making the Itoshi jerk his head up in confusion and smiling when he sees you.

"You up early?" he asks as if he isn't laid out in front of you like a whole meal ready to be ravished.

"Well, the AC woke me up." you say honestly, approaching him as he seats himself on his mat in a lotus pose. You stare at how his limp member and ball sack hang, tucked inside his folded thighs. That's all you can stare at or pay attention to now as you feel a shiver creep up your core and you press your legs together.

"That was my bad. I'm sorry, I usually do this out on the balcony but the neighbors are doing garden-work and obviously, I don't want them to see." he says. Foolish Rin...

"Have you been out on the balcony doing yoga butt naked everyday?" you exclaim. "Rin! People other than the neighbors can see you too you idiot!"

"Are you worried someone might click pictures?" he asks coyly, holding out his hand to entrap yours. It is all slick and sticky with oil and heats up your body even more.

"Have you seen yourself? Anyone would." You say, playing with the hem of your shorts with your other hand. Things are getting sticky inside your body too now.

"Want to try it?" Rin asks, already sliding your shorts down your bare thighs. You don't sleep with underwear on when wearing those pair of shorts. "Oh, look at that." Rin says, cocking his head at the bare delta of your womanhood.

"Come here." he says, kissing your mound generously making you whimper. You grab at his green hair and try to stop yourself from crumbling.

"Y/N. Position your knee like this." he says, folding you knee and pressing your foot to the thigh of your other leg.

"Hands up and palms together." he demands and you follow, keenly trying to balance on one leg. "That's the tree pose." he tells you and you nod. "Great position for what I'm about to do." he says with a smirk, inching closer, his lower lashes hitting your thighs.

The way Rin ravages you over the next few minutes has you praying you don't fall over. The position gives Rin enough freedom to hit some of the most stubborn and well-hidden bundles of nerve inside you with relative ease. His tongue is as flexible as his body was a while ago. You are left croaking as Rin digs his nails into the sides of thighs, shamelessly making slurping noises as he eats you out. Soon enough, you let your hands free from the pose and start rolling your hips onto his face, eyeing him from the top - his reactions, the way his brows tense up, the way he looks up at you occasionally. You force him to hit your most sensitive innards as you finally come undone on his tongue and face without asking. Unbeknownst to you, the lewdness of the whole situation and Rin's skill made you come a LOT. As your eyes are shut and you are unable to process anything around you, Rin is collecting your plentiful essence in his palms. When you finally come to and regain your usual breathing rhythm you find Rin playing with the sticky substance in his hands.

"R-rin?" you ask, eyelids half closed. "What are you doing with that, wipe it off!"

"Nah." Rin says, keeping his eyes on your cum in his hands. "I was in a dilemma since I ran out of oil for you, but you solved my problem." he says and it takes a second for you to understand what he's about to do.

He takes his palms and rubs them all over your body. Your chest, your hips, your navel and your thighs.

"Feel good?" he asks, pressing your back to make you lay on the ground on all fours. "Feels good to be covered in your own slick?"

"Anything for you, Rinnie." you say, wondering why he is pulling one of your legs horizontally. "You're so weird you know."

"I know." he admits. "Balancing Table Pose."

"Wha-?" Before you can finish your question though, Rin rams full force into you from behind. "Keep you other hand up, pretty please. I don't like it when the form is incorrect."

you sniff as your muscles hurt from maintaining the pose. Yet still, after a few seconds your body gets used to it and the pleasure doubles as one each of your arms and legs is up in the air while Rin's pace increases. He presses his chest against your back and keeps the rhythm going, pounding in and out savagely. His angle is so unpredictable, his length is going left and right and top and bottom inside of you, making you scream his name in pleasure. You feel the head of his member in full intensity with one leg up and you feel it's bulbous shape ebb at your cervix with how long Rin is. You so want to see how red his tip is, how angrily it must be leaking out pre-cum right now.

"Ah, just a bit more." he says next to your ear, huffing and puffing as he increases the power of his thrust as you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

"Ah, There. Yes!" Rin scrunches up his face. "Yes!" his tongue lolls out - an occurrence when he is at peak pleasure.

He empties himself inside of you as you feel your abdomen fill up with his sticky liquid.

"There we go." he says, gasping and pulling himself out of you as you drip all over onto his mat, sinking to your knees.

"Session Complete." he says, bringing his towel to your hole.

[beansprean]

He angy. This was supposed to be a loose fun AU with less linear story and less angst... Oops. Turns out there's so much plot. QTP is the comedy now.

My Familiar's Ghost Part 16

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

1a. Close up on ghost Guillermo on an ectoplasmic greenish background, looking shocked and distraught. He shouts, "You're giving up?!" 1b. Close up of Nandor with Guillermo floating in the background. They are in Nandor's crypt, Nandor facing the viewer with his back to Guillermo and the room as he focuses on tying a bow at the neck of his cream colored sleep blouse. He scowls down at the knot, declaring "We have no more leads! Clearly you chose not to return! I am not going to be chasing after you like a...like..." Guillermo interrupts angrily, throwing his hands down, palms out. "But I know I wanted to! I was coming home as soon as I was done turning!" 1c. Repeat. Nandor tips his head up and rolls his eyes back toward Guillermo, tossing one hand dismissively with the other still tangled in a half formed bow. He says, "So you changed your mind! That happens when you become a vampire!" Guillermo is frozen in the same pose, glaring with a stubborn set to his jaw. 1d. Repeat. Nandor's hands return to their task as his shoulders tense up, his head ducking back down as a saddened expression takes over his face. He continues, "You are filled with new power and freedom and you don't want the same things you wanted before..." Guillermo softens in the background, arms hanging as he glances away from Nandor's back, worried and pensive. 1e. Reverse shot on a blurred pinkish background. Nandor turns to face Guillermo and the viewer, bow neatly tied, with his hands spread out in casual supplication. With an easy grin, as if he were only making a casual suggestion any fool would take, he says, "But it is no big deal, right? You are still here! And you are dead already, so you will not age or die and you can stay here just like you wanted!" 1f. Reverse shot. Close up on Guillermo as he looks up in shock, taking on a pleading expression. He replies, "What?! No, no, I can't do that! I have to move on!"

2a. Shoulders up shot of both men in profile as they step closer to argue. Looking more confused than angry, Nandor shoots back "Why?! Why are you always so eager to leave? What is wrong with just staying home? Nadja's ghost is staying, so why can't you?!" Guillermo, fist pressed desperately to his chest, replies "I'm not like Nadja's ghost, Master, I can't!" 2b. Repeat. Nandor, furious and snarling now, snaps, "Why?!" Guillermo matches his energy, floating up to closer to his height and trailing angry threads of ghostly light, spitting, "I can't!" Nandor repeats with more emphasis, "Why?!" Guillermo shouts back "I can't! You have to find vampire me and-" Nandor cuts him off with a loud "No!!"

3a. Close up of Nandor from the front, background gone a dark and dangerous red. He is full of rage and hurt, glaring and baring his fangs as he points accusingly at Guillermo, hair flying around his face. He shouts, "You made your choice! And it was not me!" 3b. Matching close up of Guillermo on the other half of the panel, the ghostly aura around him flaring out in a deeper, brighter blue. His eye twitches in rage as he glares up at Nandor, teeth clenched together and eyes ringed in a spectral blue light. There is an audible snap as the thread of his self control breaks.

4. Zoom out to a high shot from a corner of the ceiling as Guillermo, for lack of a better word, explodes. Hunched in on himself, fists clenched, legs solid against the floor, he screams, "You were always my choice!" Spectral blue light erupts in a shockwave around him, brighter and more violent than anything we've seen from him yet, illuminating some kind of wriggling black shadow draped around his back like a cloak. Tendrils of black something snake all around the room like dozens of destructive little hands, guided by rippling waves of solid blue light that pulse from where Guillermo stands, toppling a nearby couch and armchair and sending framed paintings swinging wildly upwards. Throw pillows throw themselves up into the air. A wooden chair screeches back into a corner. Wallpaper tears itself apart and rolls up in fear. The coffin lid flies open, its heavy frame rocked back on one corner as if it weighs nothing. A chest of drawers bashes itself against the wall, books and candles and other knickknacks smashing together from the force. Nandor shields himself with his arms as a wave of energy hits him at the stomach and chest, sending him stumbling backwards. Swords and suits of armor are ripped away from their poses against the wall behind him to tumble against the floor. Chaos. /end ID

[hockybish]

Dance it Out

l au with no name l matt x posey l masterlist l

Summer 2010

"Matt, how much longer do I have to do this?" Posey stood up from her crouched over position. She had on some goalie gear they had found and was standing in front of a makeshift goal while Matt shot pucks at her.

“I gotta practice against a goalie, Posey. And you’re doing a really good job of standing there.” Matt squared up, ready to shoot another puck in her direction.

His coach really did say he did need more practice shooting with a goalie in the net versus an open net.

And Posey got to choose what they did last time she was over, so it was his turn and he chose to practice hockey. He always did what she wanted so she had to do the same for him.

“But I want to dance” she got in her stance. They had been at this for an hour and she was getting bored and didn’t want to do this anymore.

“We did that yesterday” Matt stuck his tongue out in concentration. He hit the chunk of plastic, it flew up and hit Posey in padding on her right leg. She kicked it back in his direction and got ready again.

“Please Matt?” Posey begged. The puck he just hit whizzed past her shoulder. She very unfazed by it. She had six brothers, five of whom played hockey, she was used to it.

“Fine five more shots and I get to pick the music” Posey shook head, making the mask she was wearing jiggle, agreeing to the deal.

Matt took more than five shots since Posey wasn’t really paying attention now that she was getting her way.

Once she was out of the gear, Posey brought out her new iPod nano and hooked it up to the speaker. She handed it over to Matt, he scrolled through, finding the playlist they were dancing to yesterday.

The way they were dancing it looked something out of peanuts. There was no real structure and it was all fun. Or at least that's what Matt's mom thought when looked in on them after she got done with her phone call. She turned off their music, abruptly ending the dance party.

“Matt honey can you please for find your sisters? I need to talk to Posey for a minute.” Janice instructed.

Matt and Posey looked at each other and back at his mother. She had this look on her face, and they knew she was being serious.

The boy hung his head and scurried out of the room. What was going on? Posey couldn’t help but feeling like she had done something wrong and they were going to send her home or to her grandma's.

"Posey darling, I have something very important I need to tell you okay? Let's sit on the couch here." Janice sat down on the sofa. She patted the spot next to her, waiting for Posey to climb up.

"Sweetie, your mommy and daddy were in an accident. And they unfortunately didn't make it. I'm really sorry."

"What?" Posey tilted her head confused. Her mommy and daddy were at work and were going to pick her up later, like they always did.

"Mariposa your parents died. I'm really sorry, sweetheart." The mother of three, repeated herself a bit more directly this time. There was no easy way to put it. She wrapped her arms around the stunned child.

"No! No! My mommy and daddy are not dead!" Posey screamed. She pushed Janice away, running out of the room and into the first room she could find with a door.

She yelled no one last time before she slammed it closed. The little girl then curled up in a ball and started crying. She just wanted to be alone.

-

“Hey Posey?” Matt knocked on her door.

It had been a month since her and her brothers had moved in with his family and he had been trying every single day to get her to play, but she never wanted to. Possibly today could be different.

“Do you maybe want to play?” He posed the same question. There was no response to his question. "You can shoot pucks at me, or maybe we can color."

"Can we dance?" Posey asked quietly.

"Only if I can I pick the music." He smiled jokingly.

[makutaservaela]

I updated my character ref sheet to include more Order Agents, unaffiliated, and Barraki.

A massive ref sheet for me to use when making my comics, so I don’t have to keep Googling the characters or looking at my sets to get colours right. This will also help me keep my art style consistent, since it’s a guide in my style.

Notes:

The Turaga Metru have been restored Toa status. “Turaga” is now just a title for the leader of the Toa of that element.

Tahu died immediately in my headcanon (which starts right after they leave the Mata Nui). He was replaced as a Toa Nuva of Fire by Malum, who is now also dead.

Lewa has no sensation in his right leg (after his leg was damaged by Thok accidentally crushing it with a tree during a spar), so he had to lean on a pillar to pose for the picture.

Nokama joined the Order of Mata Nui, hence why she is no longer wearing Metru armour. She lost a leg in the battle of the Bahrag palace. Hahli has replaced her as the Turaga of Water.

Kopaka’s eye was poked out accidentally by the Spirit of Ice, Kovohki.

Hakann’s eyes were ripped out by the Dark Hunters.

Vezok’s spine was ripped by the Dark Hunters, and he wears a brace to keep it together.

Mihir is Avak’s (assigned) mate, and Reidak’s actual mate. Veynak is Avak’s actual mate. As the Dark Hunters castrated the Piraka, neither coupling has children.

Nuhrii and Vhisola were accidentally switched when converted organic. Nuhrii believes he was always a male Ga-Matoran and has Vhisola’s memories, but lacks her natural skills, and vice-versa. This has been very confusing for their friends, but the two are incapable of understanding that they haven’t always been the element they currently are.

The Toa Totya were converted into Toa by a Prototype Mask of Life, so their Toa elements are off. Rather than being three Toa of Light and three primary elements, they are six Toa of half primary element, half light.

Vezon grew a spine. No one knows how, as like all of his stories, he is incapable of explaining it consistently and the details of the story keep changing.

The Kra-Matoran (except Zentia) have actually all evolved into low-powered Makuta, but most stick to their Kra-Matoran forms. They tend to only switch to Makuta forms while in combat. Only Radiak’s Makuta form is shown since only his is all that radically different from just a bigger version of his Matoran form.

Zentia is a former Bo-Matoran, who was taken as a slave by Icarax, and eventually rescued and serves as a well-cared-for assistant of Parahn.

Kalmah kept all of his mutations as a reminder to the other Barraki.

Takadox accidentally took a Nova blast to the face. Gavla was his scion who was hidden from him by his queen, given amnesia, and turned to a Matoran. She has since reclaimed her title, but I have her listed with the Kra-Matoran in the reference. She is married to Pohanu (Pohatu's son) and Lonya is their daughter. Lonya is what members of Takadox's species look like.

Karamak is Pridak's queen and sister. She ruled in his absence and kept the Barraki species' alive.

Devaya is Pridak's concubine. Etimak is totally 100% Pridak's son, yep, no doubt there, ignore the suspicious underbite that just so happens to match Kalmah's.

Sama is Axonn's energy hound.

Johmak is a member of Mantax's species. Her power is one of many members of their species could have. He happens not to have that one.

Not present here, Mantax has a brother, and likely has a wife and at least one child.

Irika and Reykav are Thok's little brothers whom he raised as sons (Skakdi have been organic this whole time, even while in the Mata Nui). They grew up beside Toa kids, and ended up starting a Toa group. Kimunix and Nizoka were in the group as well before leaving it to join the Makuta and be with their kind.

Avillus is the Toa of Sonic that the Piraka mention in the books to have killed. He and Nocturn were the only beings who chose to leave the Red Star with Kopaka and Pohatu. He is blind and deaf due to his malfunctioned repair.

Matau's kids Kekek and Usall have inherited Hordika and can shapeshift into Hordika with no mental side effects. Oohnora inherited it as well, present in that she is mentally unstable and unable to use a Kanohi.

All of Nokama's kids are either named after Rahi, are Rahi, or in Usall's case, both, because Nokama is a nerd.

OC Name Pronunciations:

Totya: Toh-Tee-Ya (A Rahkshi word for “Not Toa”, which a Rahkshi named Irunak called them as an insult since they didn’t become Toa the appropriate way. They didn’t know what the word meant, and took it on as a Toa Team name. They now know what it means and keep it as a symbol of humility- that they took a destiny that they know isn’t theirs, and must work to make right the wrong.)

Mihir: Mee-heer (pronounced “Meh-hehr” in a Skakdi accent)

Veynak: Vey-nack

Servaela: Sir-VEY-luh

Parahn: Pah-RON

Zentia: Zen-sha

Zaani: ZAH-nee

Terix: Tehr-ehcks

Alizon: AH-leh-zon

Baina: BAY-na

Zaraki: Zuh-RAH-kee

Nizoka: Nee-ZOH-ka (or) Neh-ZOH-ka

Kimunix: Kee-mun-ehcks

Pohanu: Po-HAH-New (or) Pah-new

Miles: Miles

Manus: Man-us

Velox: Vee-locks

Amila: Ah-MEE-lah

Oohnorah: OO-nor-ah

Usall: YOU-sull

Kekek: Keh-kehk

Avillus: A-vill-iss

Mikaua: Mik-AH-wah

Tambaida: Tam-BYE-duh

Sama: SAME-uh

Goku: Goh-koo

Irika: Eh-REE-kuh

Reykav: REY-kuhv

Devaya: Dehv-EYE-uh

Karamak: Kah-rah-mak

Etimak: EY-teh-mak

Lonya: LON-yuh

[heliossecretdeskdrawer]

Workflow Interruption

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Rodimus/Megatron

Characters: Megatron & Rodimus

Warnings: Sticky sexual content, cock warming, blowjobs, masturbation, fingering, not beta read

Summary: In which Megatron tries to discreetly enjoy himself while helping Rodimus with paperwork.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

It wasn’t that Rodimus didn’t do any work on the Lost Light, no. It was more that the amount of administrative burden was… ridiculous. Often to the point where it could easily become overwhelming. While great strides had been made over the years in reducing the burden through various means—expanding the command staff, delegating some approvals to other, more appropriate units, taking a hands-off stance to some menial procedures, setting a daily messaging limit for Minimus, and otherwise streamlining workflows—there were often still mountains of things to review and approve. Never mind coming up with executive action plans.

Unfortunately, some things required Rodimus’s approval only, due to separation of duties on the ship.

Megatron, therefore, had to get creative to assist him in actually hacking away at the pile of things that couldn’t otherwise be delegated. He couldn’t remove some of the work, but he could remove some of the stress associated with it, making the task hopefully more bearable. Rodimus would even get a reward out of the whole thing.

It had taken some careful maneuvering and minor mass shifting to fit under the desk, but he’d done it, now wedged in the limited space available. These desks were not made with the intent that large mechs climbed under them.

“And you’re sure this is going to work?”

Rodimus’s chair was already pushed all the way in, his legs jammed against Megatron’s body. There was no way for him to see what would be going on under the desk, but he wouldn’t need to. If anything allowing him to see would pose more of a distraction.

“No,” Megatron said, keeping his hands on Rodimus’s knees, lest they slam shut on his head. Again. “That’s why this is a test.”

 “I mean, sure, a test but even if it works, that doesn’t mean it’s going to pass an ethics audit.”

“Perhaps not, but you are working and I’m not on the clock, so we’re not wasting salary hours.”

And the backlog would, at any rate, be smaller if Rodimus managed to finish even one thing in that stack.

“There is, you realize, one crucial thing you need to do for this to work.”

Rodimus made a confused noise quickly followed by “oh.”

A panel retracted and a flaccid spike emerged from the housing. Not immediately useful but a problem. Still a step in the right direction.

Rodimus must have been nervous. A work situation wasn’t the usual time for this sort of activity, so perhaps it would take a little goading to get the plan in motion.

Then again, the goal was to relieve some of the stress of an overwhelming pile of paperwork by making Rodimus more comfortable, not necessarily actively pleasing him. A stiff spike would be convenient, but not necessarily required. Besides, it would react on its own before long.

With an easy lean forward, he took the head into his mouth. The taste was familiar, but clean. Thankfully someone had decided to take hygiene into account before showing up to the office today. There was even the faint, pleasant fragrance of mid-grade polish wafting from the thighs.

Already the internal pressure was rising, but for now he just held the spike this way. There was no need to rush and he was fulfilling his end of the agreement.

All he had to do was keep the spike warm until Rodimus either gave up or made headway in the stack on his desk. Anything else he chose to do was extra.

Strictly, he wasn’t even obligated to give Rodimus release at the end if he didn’t feel like it.

Rodimus shifted, leaning back in the chair and sighing.

If he wanted to get too comfortable there and do nothing, that was his business, but Megatron wouldn’t move. He could stay here, unmoving, with the head of a spike in his mouth for as long as necessary.

The spike continued to stiffen, pushing more into his mouth. Megatron simply leaned back to keep it at the same depth. For the moment, he ignored the tension building behind his own paneling.

There was a whine, followed by a clattering of datapads above him as Rodimus clearly remembered what was supposed to be happening.

He could hear the scrabbling of a light-pen across the surface of the forms. The pace was slow, like Rodimus was already leaning against his elbow, frowning at the poorly formatted blocks of text. The way the paperwork was organized was not always easy or comfortable to parse, especially under time pressure.

Megatron lightly flicked his tongue over the newly dripping slit in the head of the spike as encouragement. Just to ease the tension, not enough to be an additional distraction… ideally. If Rodimus was less stressed, his work would hopefully be less arduous.

Another sigh and more scrabbling.

Was this even helpful?

Hard to say.

He let the spike sink deeper into his mouth, about halfway. It slipped easily along his tongue before being allowed to rest squarely in the middle, a comfortable weight.

The warm pulsing between his own legs grew, a new distraction as he was tempted to simply let the spike reach all the way to his throat. Denying himself that was an act of discipline.

Unfortunately, with his mouth understandably full, Megatron was unable to ask Rodimus for feedback. Instead, he gave the spike a quick, gentle suck, as though that counted as posing a general question.

Rodimus groaned, but whether it was from frustration or pleasure or both was unclear without being able to see his face.

“Are you teasing me or helping me?”

At this point, probably a bit of both.

But, so be it.

If Rodimus didn’t want him to move, then he wouldn’t. There were other ways to keep busy while he waited for Rodimus to either give up or complete his tasks.

Megatron himself wasn’t on duty and the tension in his own array could have stood to be dissipated.

He let one of his hands leave Rodimus’s knees, sliding it down to where his own legs joined his trunk.

A panel clicked open beneath his finger and he pressed the tip against the swollen, rubbery node. It wasn’t lubricated yet—though he would shortly remedy this—but he allowed himself to poke and press gently, not quite circling it while still ensuring it was ready for more robust personal attention.

Inconsistent little blooms of weak pleasure popped across his circuits as he brushed against the dry node.

Rodimus probably hadn’t even heard his panel open over the mad writing spree on the desk above. The clattering of datapads and frustrated grumbles dominated the soundscape.

If Megatron were careful, there wouldn’t be any noise at all to catch Rodimus’s attention while he sought his own relief. Not that it would matter if Rodimus noticed or not—No, on second thought, that would probably be a greater distraction to his ability to focus than anything else.

Best to be discreet.

Keeping his head still, he let a finger slip backward between his legs, towards his valve to steal some of the escaping lubrication. He coated his finger in just enough to allow the tip an easy glide over his node. This, with the smaller motions and more localized fluid spatter, would be a far less disruptive avenue than what using his own spike would be.

For now, he just circled the node in slow, lazy motions. He had all the time in the world for this while Rodimus scrambled to get work done.

The spike in his mouth twitched, leaking a tiny volume of saline prefluid onto his tongue. He didn’t care for that particular flavor but it a tolerable necessity, easily overcome by everything else.

On instinct, he gave the spike another light suck, only for Rodimus’s legs to shake.

Megatron still wasn’t sure if this was actually helping Rodimus accomplish anything or if the chosen method of stress relief was actually getting in the way of the goal. The writing and complaining were the only tells that anything was happening up there. Would the reports being reviewed even be looked at critically or would they need another eye?

Of course, given the situation, he said nothing, as his frame relaxed, coaxed by the idle rub of his slick finger against his node.

No need to rush. Rodimus’s spike wouldn’t be going anywhere for some time, even as it wobbled and dripped in want.

Rodimus surely had no idea that he was the only one suffering, unable to hear even the small, soft noises of the lubricant’s surface tension occasionally breaking as the finger moved.

A calm pace was the key to remaining undetected. Being unhurried also allowed him to thoroughly massage every side of his node, including the small places that generally went overlooked when only seeking overload, like the almost hidden shaft under the hood. No part would be ignored while he let the charge gradually build.

His empty valve began to tense as the prickling tingle of charge grew in his node; it wouldn’t be long now. It was almost a shame that he couldn’t have warmed the spike in there instead but the positioning would never have worked… and Rodimus would have undoubtedly begun to notice by now what he was doing. For now, he just let the weight of the spike rest comfortably on his tongue.

Every now and then, Rodimus even canted his hips forward like he was trying to get relief, but Megatron just matched the motion to keep the friction minimal.

The only real stimulation for Rodimus probably came from the flexing of Megatron’s cheeks when he had to occasionally swallow down the build up of prefluid in his mouth.

Even the slightest slide of the interlocking metal plates across the sensors in his mouth sent charge straight south, adding to what was generated by the easy motion of his fingertip.

Lubricant, cooling as it met the brisk office air, flowed away slowly down the sides of his legs.

No, not long now at all.

There would be no way to hide what he had been doing after he and Rodimus were done here, but that would be alright. The worst that would happen would probably be Rodimus accusing him, rightfully so this time, of being selfish. And then Megatron would make it up to him, perhaps in private quarters and—

He tensed, trying, somewhat in vain, to prevent the spasms of overload from obviously shuddering his body under the desk. His legs shook, but he managed to keep his upper body steady. It took all of his will to not force the spike further back towards his throat and swallow hard.

The most damning evidence if Rodimus was paying attention was the soft gasp that escaped his mouth, muffled by the spike, as his finger‘s rubbing of his node slowed to a stop.

For several seconds after the wave of overload ebbed, his valve continued to clench in time to the weak, twitching pulses of the oversensitive node pressed under his finger.

Rodimus said nothing, the continued clattering of the datapads implying that perhaps he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t even attempted to thrust into Megatron’s mouth in response.

Megatron almost wondered if he was actually getting anything done up there or if he was just making noises to sound like something was being accomplished.

For now, he continued to wait for a few minutes. He knelt in place as the lubricant on his thighs and the outside of his valve began to congeal, turning sticky while he allowed his node to recuperate.

As soon as the pressure from his fingertip no longer caused his node to twitch almost painfully away, he resumed circling it slowly. The old lubricant was still sticky, less useful for its original purpose after being allowed to dry out but fresher lubricant would soon replace it. Charge began to build again and Megatron dipped his fingertip just into his valve to replenish his stock.

His valve twitched again at the touch, a reminder that it too wanted attention.

Later, he reasoned, returning his finger to its smooth, steady pace over his thrumming node.

Rodimus thrust forward in frustration again, his range limited by his posture.

After another few minutes elapsed, with Rodimus’s behavior above him not changing, ideas for how to make this a little more interesting popped into Megatron’s processor alongside the simmering charge in his circuits.

While, of course, he could continue to overload as much as he wanted from discreetly massaging his node until Rodimus was finished with his paperwork, surely that wasn’t all he could do.

Emboldened by his earlier victory, he tilted his head forward, gradually sliding Rodimus’s spike further towards the back of his mouth, nestling the rounded tip against the membrane leading to his throat.

Rodimus whined, but didn’t say anything else.

Tempting fate, Megatron let his hand leave his node, instead slipping two fingers downward until the tips pressed against the rim of his valve.

Just how much could he get away with before Rodimus caught on?

Another soft gasp left his lips as he leisurely pressed those fingers inside. If he went slowly, surely it wouldn’t make a sound.

Once fully inside, Megatron rested there a moment, enjoying the pressure as he let his valve clench around the small intrusion. A spike would be preferable, reaching more deeply and spreading more widely, but fingers, inserted up to the furthest knuckle, would do nicely in a pinch. He even brushed the thumb of that hand against his node.

Everything from here on out would have to be perfect. The slightest misstep in motion could make an unmistakable sound, giving the game away.

He flexed his hand, carefully testing how much he could easily move before slowly withdrawing it, a tingle of pleasure of the clenching valve walls in the fingers’ wake.

Without thinking, he thrust them back in as the spike threatened to slip past the membrane in his throat.

The resulting loud squelch was audible from under the desk.

The clattering stopped and Megatron froze, fingers buried deep in his valve as he was caught in the act.

“I knew it!”

[boltwrites]

Requests for Tech?! Ask and you shall RECIEVE!

Could you write something along the lines of Tech and reader having to go a gala undercover posing as a couple? I know this has been done a million times already, but I can't get enough of it.

(Purely fluffy SFW, if you don't mind)

A/N: i chose fem!reader for this (mentions of wearing a dress and makeup) so i hope that's ok!

this isn’t exactly a full fic with this premise, but more the start of one, since it started getting kind of ridiculously long and i wasn’t sure where to go from here. i hope you like it! if there’s enough interest, i might add onto it, but honestly i’m not too happy with it :/

"I don't understand why I was chosen for this mission," Tech grumbled, adjusting his goggles as he crossed his arms. You sighed. You loved Sid, but these boys she had working for her were certainly an interesting group. Their arguments were always entertaining, though.

"What, Tech, got two left feet?" you teased, only in order to egg the rest of the group on. You knew that the mission Sid had for you all - to attend a gala in order to slice into a spice lord's comms - wasn't the sort of thing these boys were usually sent out on. Their missions tended to involve more blaster fire and less small talk.

"Absolutely not. That is physically impossible," he scoffed, and you giggled at how literal he took you while Echo face-palmed and Hunter rolled his eyes.

"No, Tech," Hunter clarified, clearly exasperated. "You're a good slicer. Even if you do talk like a protocol droid," Hunter mumbled the last bit, which earned a hearty laugh from Wrecker. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your giggles.

"Can we refrain from the droid comparisons, please?" Echo interjected, which shut you all right up as he raised an eyebrow at Hunter. "Trust me, Tech, I would have gone instead of you, but..."

Echo gestured to his scomp, which wasn't easier explained. It was true - even if this wasn't a slicing mission, Tech would be the least likely to stand out. Echo had too many cybernetics, Hunter had his face tattoo, and Wrecker was... well, Wrecker.

"Don't worry about it, really," you added to Tech, who was still frowning at his batchmates. He looked so uncomfortable - shoulders stiff as he tried his best not to snap at the others. You placed a hand on his shoulder to hopefully calm him some. You didn't know the Bad Batch very well, but if you had to work with Tech, you didn't want him to hate the assignment you two had to work together on. "I know this crowd. I can do the talking, you can do the slicing. It'll be fine."

"That is not-" Tech started, but then he shook his head and sighed. You bit your lip, a bit confused as to his hesitation, and why he didn't finish his statement - from what you knew of him, he always spoke his mind. Even the other batchers looked worried - Echo and Wrecker sharing a concerned look with Omega, and Hunter pausing, looking between you and Tech as if he understood something that the others didn't.

"If you ladies are done arguing, our seamstress is waiting!" Sid cut in, yelling from the bar. "She's gonna need all the time she can get with noodle legs over there! Get moving!"

You chuckled at her joke, and you thought you could spy a blush on Tech's cheeks at the jab as you were unceremoniously hauled to the bar of the bar to be fitted for your fancy gala clothes.

.....................

You didn't see Tech again until it was time for you to get to your speeder. You smoothed your hands over your dress - it was a simple, form-fitting red dress with a slit running up your right leg - the perfect place for you to hide your blaster. This wasn't necessarily your favorite style of dress - you preferred not to use your sexuality as a tool most of the time. But, in order to keep the attention of the various underground salesmen you would be interacting with, you knew that you would need to be eye-catching and Tech would have to blend more into the background. You had even thrown on some makeup - another thing you usually avoided simply for the sake of time. But, despite the fact that this wasn't something you would want to wear every day... you liked it. You felt attractive, powerful, even, in a different way than you were used to.

Even if you were a bit cold waiting outside the speeder. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders to try and conserve a bit of heat. Where was Tech?

Almost as soon as you asked, Tech stepped out of the bar. He was fidgeting with the cuffs of his outfit - a simple suit jacket that matched his pants, a more casual shirt underneath, as the crowd you both would be running with weren't exactly black tie people. He pressed his glasses further up his nose - a less tactical version of his typical goggles that he clearly wasn't used to.

But... he looked good. You had never really looked at him before, at least not closely. He almost purposefully blended into the background of his squad, always hunched over a datapad, letting his mind shine over everything else. You had never realized how long his legs were, how tall he was when he stood up straight. And with different frames, his big brown eyes were... really pretty.

You blinked, shocked. You were sure you were blushing, but you tried to act casual, nodding and shooting Tech a little wave that definitely read as more awkward than casual.

It didn't matter - he seemed to be purposefully avoiding your gaze as he beelined to the driver's side of the speeder, eyes firmly pointed at the ground. You sighed, chalking it up to his discomfort at his state of dress, and the mission in general - Tech didn't like being the center of attention, and this mission in particular seemed to be stressing him out. You slid into the passenger seat, careful to keep your dress from catching in the door. No matter what, the two of you had a mission to complete.

Tech didn't speak as he powered up the speeder, working quick and efficient as he checked a few settings before pulling away from the bar. You were a little surprised that his squad hadn't sent him off. You considered it as you powered on the datapad Sid had left for the two of you on the center console - maybe Tech was worried the others would make fun of him for being so dressed up? That's the most likely explanation, you thought. They were always picking on him a little bit, and he seemed nervous enough, judging by how he kept sneaking glances of you when he thought you wouldn't notice.

"We should probably go over our cover story before we get there," you started, trying to ease Tech into this as gently as you could. It was a necessary detail, and you didn't want to put it off any longer. The flight to the gala wasn’t that long.

“Ah, I wasn’t aware Sid had given us a story,” Tech replied, brows scrunched together in frustration. “I would have liked to know those details before we left for the mission.”

“I’m sorry,” you started, but Tech cut you off.

“It’s not your fault,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I will have a talk with Sid once this is all over. This is not an appropriate way to treat operatives on such a mission.”

You shrugged, trying to shoot Tech a tiny smile. He seemed legitimately upset - and you figured that it was reasonable for him to be so. He was already nervous, and more new information wouldn’t help that.

“Well, nothing we can do about it now,” you said, flipping through the datapad. “It seems to be pretty standard. We’re from Coruscant, where the spice game is too saturated - we wanted more freedom in our distribution, so we moved.” 

“Sounds reasonable enough. I suppose we could work with it,” Tech sighed, as if he could have written a better cover. You tried not to chuckle at how dismissive he was as you flipped to the next page.

“According to this, we’re long term partners - both in business and in relationship. I assume that’s probably to give me an out for anyone trying to hit on me,” you added, because with so much attention on you, it was a good that you would have an excuse as to why you weren’t interested in any of the potential suitors.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Tech asked, his voice wavering just a bit. His eyes flickered from the road to you, only for a second. Oh, he was so nervous! You were starting to wonder if he would be able to complete this mission, if he was still so uncomfortable.

“Our covers. We’re business partners and in a committed relationship, according to the file. But don’t worry about that too much - I’m obviously the bait, so I need a reason to deny any advances. Being committed is the best reason in a situation like this,” you explained. Tech’s cheeks reddened, and he made a choked noise.

“This is ridiculous,” he started, and you immediately felt like a burden. Did it make him that uncomfortable to have to fake a relationship with you? 

“I’ve never been in any relationship, least of all one with such an eye-catching partner -” Tech continued, and now it was your turn to blush. “How am I supposed to prepare? To research? I’m driving!”

You laughed in relief, glad that Tech was only concerned because of the lack of preparation, and not because he found you repulsive or something. You wouldn’t put it past him - he seemed to have very high expectations in all facets of his life. But it was good to know that he thought you were eye-catching, even if he was worried about his acting skills.

“Don’t worry about it, really,” you calmed him. “I’m doing the talking, remember? I’ll distract our target, and you just get your hands on his datapad and extract the information we need.”

“Yes, just that,” you could practically hear his eye roll, and it made you grin. 

“It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine,” you added, and that just seemed to make him more irritated.

“Yes, well. I would have been better if I could have researched this,” he insisted. You chuckled.

“Researched what, exactly? How to act like a drug dealer?” you giggled at the assertion, and Tech shook his head, looked at you as if the answer was obvious.

“No. How to act in a relationship. I’ve never been in one. Should I curse at anyone who tries to engage you in conversation?”

“Tech!” you laughed, shocked. “No! They’re supposed to want to talk to me - literally, just let me take the lead. It’ll come naturally, I promise.”

“If you say so. I am trusting you with this. Fully,” he adds, nodding at you briefly before he turns back to driving. You have no idea why that little line makes you feel so warm.

............................

“Here -” 

You were approaching the entrance to the gala - laughter and the clinking of glasses echoed from the rooms within, the smell of smoke lingering in the air as you drew ever nearer. You knew that the two of you needed to look the part.

So you grabbed one of Tech’s hands and slid it around your waist, even as he froze at your touch. When you found a natural spot for him to hold you, you let go of his hand, giving it a soft pat as you released him from your grasp. He didn’t relax - his touch was feather-light and incredibly hesitant, despite the fact that you had initiated the touch.

You sighed, looking up at him. You really had never realized just how tall this man was - but thoughts of his height were quickly wiped from your mind as you were met with wide, nervous eyes. Oh, he was still so worried about the mission, wasn’t he?

“Don’t worry,” you whispered, pressing a hand to his chest so that the interaction seemed natural. “Just follow my lead. And actually touch my waist - it’ll make everything seem more believable.” 

Tech nodded down at you, a bit hesitant as he pressed his hand more firmly to your waist, drawing you close to him. You smiled up at him, to let him know that he had the right idea and you weren’t uncomfortable.

In fact, it was nice. Having Tech at your side was comforting, even -  he was great backup. He was smart as hell, he worked well under pressure, he was never impulsive, he was an impressive speeder pilot, he was good with a blaster, and he was tall enough for you to lean on comfortably, and his hand was warm at your waist where he pressed you to him... 

Oh no. You liked him, didn’t you? 

[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 8.

“Your girlfriend is having fun with your teenage photos,” Noah looked up at me when I stopped next to them. His face reflected confusion, hiding the question why I gave the photos to Maya. “Okay, there's nothing to see here.” I tried to take the photos out of Maya's hand, but she chuckled and pulled them away and continued flipping through the stack. In most of the photos, I was with my friends, but at least in every second photo we posed together with Noah. Making funny faces, hugging each other, snuggled together, lying next to each other in the room and the bed we shared for months…

Hey everybody! I hope you have a fantastic summer so far. 🌞 So in this chapter the things get even more complicated with the arriving of Maya. 🤯 I hope you will like it 😊

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, P in v sex

Word Count: 4.9k

Cross-posted: AO3

8.

The tour started soon, and Noah already began planning the winter tour on the first day on the road, on which we will perform as the headliner band. Between two concerts, they talked with Matt for hours, and I could see that he was enthusiastic and full of ideas, but he was getting more and more tired. He refused to go out drinking with the guys in the evenings, citing that alcohol is not good for his vocal cords, and he didn't bother to play video games either. He spent most of his days on the bus or in the hotel room, showing up for rehearsals and right before the shows, but other than that we hardly saw him. He gave his best every night, after he said goodbye to us dead tired and we didn't even want to ask if he was going to the city with us, because it seemed much more important that he could rest as much as possible.

We had just checked into our hotel rooms in Vegas after rehearsal, and as soon as I dropped my things on the floor, my legs took me to Noah's room. I heard his room number at the reception, he was only two doors away, so I didn't have to go far. I knocked on his door and a few seconds later he opened it in comfortable clothes, a shirt and a pair of shorts. He was a little surprised when he saw me. "Oh…" he said thoughtfully, but with a smile on his face. “Oh?” I asked with raised eyebrows and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “You weren't expecting me, were you?” He shook his head laughing and opened the door for me. “I ordered food a few minutes ago, I thought it was already brought," he explained, and after closing the door, he climbed onto the bed next to me and leaned against the headrest. Crossing his long legs at the ankles, he pulled the laptop onto his thigh, put on his glasses, and studied the monitor. “I'm trying to put together intros for the winter tour.”

“Um…” I nodded thoughtfully. I sat next to him, I also stretched my legs comfortably and let my upper arms and shoulders press against his. “You know, sometimes you can come out to have a dinner with us, ”I told him cautiously, because I didn't want to lecture him, just hint that we missed his company. Noah gave me a sideways glance, then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “The past few days have made me a bit… tired,” he admitted, which I could already see in him. “But I feel I have to move on with things. You heard what Matt said. Our popularity has skyrocketed again… and it's sick, Nick.” At the last sentence, he smiled widely, and his eyes shone with pride. “But at the same time, you feel that the pressure is also greater on you,” I added quietly, because maybe not as much as him, but I also felt the change on my own skin. Noah turned back to the laptop and shrugged. “I don't just feel it. It's happening.” I couldn't and didn't want to argue with that. The room service chose this moment to knock, and since I was sitting closer to the door, I already jumped to open it. I thanked for bringing the food up and sat back on the bed with Noah's hamburger and fries. He opened the paper box of the burger and immediately handed it to me, but I shook my head. Nevertheless, I stole a few from the fries, and while we ate, I watched him work. Everything was calm and quiet, it reminded me a little of the days spent together by the lake, which I missed just a week later. The food was slowly running out, and Noah was spinning less and less. When I looked at him, I saw that he could barely keep his eyes open. I glanced at the clock. “I let you rest. I have to go to the airport for Maya soon.” Noah saved his work, then closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand.

“Will you stay here as long as possible?” he asked with apologetic eyes when I was about to leave, but he turned away from me right after. “I'll probably fall asleep soon because… lately the nightmares have returned and my nights are terrible. It would calm me down if I wasn't alone, at least until I fell asleep.” I could see he was embarrassed as he ran his hand through his hair as a side activity and avoided my eyes. “Why didn't you tell me about it?” I asked worriedly and immediately jumped back on the bed. “I've been seeing you for days that you're tired, but I thought it was just because of the tour.” “Nick, I'm an adult,” he answered with a confused smile while biting his lip. “I have to solve my own problems. I can't keep shoving them down your neck.” "But I want to help," I said desperately. I sat down across from him and said the words slowly because I wanted him to understand and remember them next time. “You are important to me, and I only feel good when you are good too. Your problems are a little bit mine… What's mine is yours. And the reverse is also true,” I recalled the phrase we had been saying to each other for so long. Noah shook his head with a smile, then his eyes wandered to the bed covers and he sighed softly. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes as he spoke. “You know what? I'm so lucky to have you here for me.” At first a silly smile appeared on my face. Starting at my neck, I felt the heat, and I was really grateful to my complexion for keeping my blush a secret. "You're really lucky, but…damn, you always find a way to embarrass me," I said with a smile, fiddling with the seam of my pants. "I'm not even forcing myself," Noah answered impudently, but I was glad that his eyes were sparkling again. He lay down on the bed, pulled the pillow under his head and turned on his side to face me. “Can we listen to that song like we used to?” I didn't have to ask back, I knew immediately what he meant. I took my phone out of my jeans pocket, searched Spotify for As Cities Burn, and handed him one of my wireless earbuds. He smiled at me gratefully.

Hearts aren't really our guides. We are truly alone. 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones.

As the sounds and words filled our thoughts, banishing all other distractions, Noah's eyes slowly closed, his breathing evened out, and his face completely relaxed. The magic still worked with the song, it took about five minutes and he was already asleep. It was like white noise to a baby. I watched for at least half an hour, watching every movement on his face, but then I had no other choice, I had to go. Before that, I took Noah's cell phone in my hands and set an alarm so that he still had plenty of time to get ready before showtime, then one last look at the still sleeping figure and I stepped out into the hotel corridor.

The show that night went exceptionally well. Noah looked fresher, he communicated much more with the audience, which of course everyone loved, and I kept looking for Maya's face in the audience with a big smile. At the airport, when we hugged each other, her familiar scent crept into my nose, and all I could think was that now everything was falling into place. I have my girlfriend with me, Noah is visibly better, the band is flying and the faces of the fans are shining. I tried to banish to the back of my mind the last, depressingly suffocating days we spent with Maya two weeks ago, as well as our lake trip with Noah, and it was in my mind that next time I should take Maya with me to the lake. Noah would certainly have no objection to it, they had gotten along well before. We went off the stage, high with adrenaline, and almost immediately I was in Maya's arms. I adjusted the guitar to the side so it wasn't in the way, and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, I put my palm on her waist to hold her a little. I felt the alcohol on her lips and realized I could use a cold beer too. We walked hand in hand backstage so I could put the instrument to safety. My hair was sticking together at the nape of my neck from the sweat, so the first thing I did was put it in a bun on top of my head, then I turned back to Maya.

“I saw you had a good time.” “Just like you up there,” she leaned her head on my chest. We stood there for a while, hugging each other, talking quietly while the others got busy, and after a while Jolly came up to us. “So, the others and I thought that a little night time swim in the hotel pool, accompanied by some alcohol, would be damn good. If you want, and really only then… of course, I also understand if you prefer to lock yourself in the room and not come out until tomorrow noon…” - Folio laughed and Noah smiled as he changed his shoes while sitting on the sofa, and I rolled my eyes “but if you do, we are waiting for you.” I turned to my girlfriend and kissed her forehead softly. “You decide,” I whispered in her ear. I promised that we would be alone while she was there, and I didn't want to break that, unless she planned otherwise. Maya nodded at the idea almost immediately. “I'm getting ready, a little swimming sounds great,” she looked up at me, blinking sweetly. And so our evening program was already decided.

Maya went ahead to the boys while I freshened up a bit in our room and grabbed a pair of swim trunks and a towel. When I got down to the outdoor pool, the smell of pizza greeted me. Whoever ordered it, I was terribly grateful. My stomach grumbled hungrily at the delicious smell, but I didn't go to the table because I noticed that Maya and Noah were sitting next to each other on a sunbed and were laughing a lot at something, so I headed towards them first. Next to both of them is a huge glass of cocktail with a colorful straw and small paper umbrellas. Matt arranged for the pool and bar to be opened just for us. In the last couple of months, I started to feel the positive sides of fame and money, but I knew very well that the imaginary balance would be completely balanced with the dark side. Maya was looking at polaroid photos and I immediately remembered that these were the photos that Noah had found in his closet when we were in their house before the tour and had given them to me. Maya probably found them in my bag.

“Your girlfriend is having fun with your teenage photos,” Noah looked up at me when I stopped next to them. His face reflected confusion, hiding the question why I gave the photos to Maya. “Okay, there's nothing to see here.” I tried to take the photos out of Maya's hand, but she chuckled and pulled them away and continued flipping through the stack. In most of the photos, I was with my friends, but at least in every second photo we posed together with Noah. Making funny faces, hugging each other, snuggled together, lying next to each other in the room and the bed we shared for months… In one of the photos, I was standing next to his neck, and it's possible neither of us was sober, but an unpleasant feeling came over me. Noah moved to the adjacent sunbed, so I sat next to Maya and tried to take the photos again. It felt weird and I didn't want her to watch them anymore, but what was even weirder… I felt like certain moments caught in the photos were just for me and my best friend.

“What's wrong with you? You guys were so sweet!” Maya burst out laughing. To her loud laughter, Jolly also climbed out of the pool and stood behind us staring at what was so interesting. “Hey, the water is dripping from your hair on my back!” I said nervously to the Swede, for which he just shook his head like a dog. "Someone is very grumpy today," he said with a soft chuckle after I held up my middle finger to him. Finally she got to the polaroids that were taken at house parties, there were a lot of us, and I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief. But in the next picture, a girl was sitting half on my lap on the sofa, we were kissing at the party, obliviously forgetting about the world around us, and Noah was staring at us from behind not far from, glass in his hand, half lost in the darkness. My hands were gripping her bottom and probably neither of us knew we were being photographed.

‘Who is she?” Maya asked, holding the straw between her lips. "Anne, a mutual friend of ours…" I told her. Noah also noticed the name. He turned his head to the side and we looked at each other for a moment. “Friend, huh?” Maya pushed me with her elbow. “We drank a lot at that party and… we were together for about two weeks,” I answered defensively. "I like her hair," said Maya, stroking the picture along Anna's long, red hair. "But I see, you weren't the only one who was crazy about the girl," he added, glancing up at Noah, who was staring at the photo pointed at him with wide eyes, as if he too was surprised that it was among the others. “It's a good thing that the little affair didn't ruin your friendship.” "Yeah, luckily…" I muttered as I looked at Noah's sad face in the picture. Then I looked up at him and tried to figure out what had changed and what had stayed the same. He clenched his jaw and stared ahead as I studied his face. I compared him to the barely eighteen-year-old boy in the picture. His childhood charm had meanwhile turned into something dangerous, his hair had since become much shorter, but his eyes, those dark eyes, shone with the same desperation as in the photo, when he noticed that I was paying attention and our eyes met. He looked away scared, as if I had caught him on something. Meanwhile, Maya put the photos down and reached for her drink, and Jolly cleared his throat behind us. I completely forgot that he was there.

“Starving. I think we should hit the pizza before Matt and Folio gobble it up, guys,” he said, as if sensing the growing tension between the three of us. I glanced at him gratefully and even forced a smile. "Great idea," I said, smoothing my palm over Maya's bare thigh. “Shall I bring you some too?” “I already ate,” she answered, while carefully putting the pictures back in the envelope. Jolly and I went to the pizza boxes on the table, and as soon as I took a slice, I folded it in half and started eating. I didn't even taste it, I just chewed, then swallowed the bite, and in the meantime I looked at the two terribly important people for me out of the corner of my eye. They were no longer talking, just sipping their cocktails and staring at the pool. I wanted to know so badly what was going through their minds. Noah seemed a little withdrawn because of the photos, and Maya… Maya seemed completely unrecognizable.

“Cheers!” Folio pressed a glass into my hand when I ate the slice of pizza, and he immediately toasted his own glass to mine. I could see that he was no longer thirsty, and he immediately headed towards Noah's to offer them too… more precisely, to push the drink into their hands. Without thinking, Noah pulled it off and rinsed it with the cocktail, and Maya placed it on the small table next to her. I went back to my girlfriend and put my drink down next to hers. I didn't want to drink it, I felt like all control would slip out of my hands if I did. I refused to think about what I was really afraid of. Maya and Noah joined Jolly in the pool, and I sat on the sunbed watching them. I lit a cigarette and went deep into my thoughts. I was too tired after the concert and honestly, I just wanted to hug my girlfriend and sleep without having to set an alarm. But Maya clearly had other plans. She climbed out of the water like a goddess, and I just caught Jolly's gaze as he peeked at my girlfriend's bum. I couldn't be angry with him for a minute, I just smiled to myself, because I was never the jealous type, and the boys were like my brothers. Maya picked up her towel, spread it over herself, and sat behind me on the bed, resting her chin on my shoulder. I got goosebumps as her wet bikini bra pressed against my back, but I didn't complain for a minute. It was enough to make me forget how tired I was and remind me that we hadn't been together in over two weeks.

“I'm glad to be here with you,” she whispered as she snuggled up to me. I turned to the side and kissed her. I smoothed one palm over her leg and squeezed it possessively, holding her neck with the other and pulled her closer to me. My fingers massaged the back of her head and as she covered me with the big towel, things started to get hotter and hotter. Maya's small hands caressed my stomach, which was soon replaced by claws, and then her fingers traveled all the way to my swimming trunks. As we continued to kiss and Maya was almost sitting on my lap, I opened my eyes to see Folio slumped over on a bed far away, Noah and Jolly still in the pool and Matt going up to his room after pizza to call his girlfriend. . In principle, they couldn't see us, but… When she pressed her hand through the pants to my erection, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and it made me realize that we should definitely be alone. “Let's continue this in our room, okay?” I asked out of breath when I pushed my girlfriend away from me so that we could get some air. It was sweet how her wet, waist-length hair stuck together in strands, her chocolate brown eyes sparkled a little more from the alcohol, and her lips reddened from the kiss. She was sweet and fucking sexy. "Okay," she said slowly as she climbed off the sunbed and held out her hand to me, which I immediately accepted. We quickly cut through the corridor to the elevator, where we fell into each other again. I pressed her against the wall of the elevator, grabbed her bottom, and she dug her fingers into my hair. She didn't seem to notice when the door swung open with a tinkling sound. I smiled into the kiss, then reluctantly took a step back and dragged her towards our room.

“I'm going to make the bed wet with my hair,” she complained, as we entered the room completely tangled, tripping over each other's feet. “I have an idea,” I told her between two hungry kisses. I fell on the bed first, and when I pulled her on top of me, she understood what I wanted. We smiled at each other and the smile was soon replaced by a moan as she sat on my hip. I freed her breasts from her bikini top, but we were both impatient to take off our bottoms. Her skin cooled in the pool, I could feel it as I stroked her thighs, but when I pulled the bikini bottom to the side and my finger traveled the familiar terrain between her legs, the heat at her entrance completely blew my mind. I raised my hips, pushed my pants down a little, smoothed my palm on her waist, and the next moment I was inside. When she started to move, I felt all the tension slowly leave me and I was sure that everything was going to be alright.

It was almost three in the morning and even then I couldn't fall asleep. Maya was lying on my chest cooing sweetly, her hair still wet but her cold bikini no longer on. I replayed the events of the evening in my head, because something didn't let me rest. Noah's face as we were looking at the polaroids… and what was on my mind finally popped in. I completely forgot about the photos and left them downstairs by the pool. I would have jumped up immediately, but I didn't want to wake Maya, so I carefully slipped out of her embrace and placed a pillow under her head instead of my shoulder. She whimpered a little and turned over to her other side, but it seemed I had succeeded. I put my swimming trunks back on and headed for the stairs because I didn't want to run into anyone at the elevator. I thought I wouldn't find anyone at the pool this late, but I was wrong. Jolly was sitting on the sun lounger with his legs crossed at the ankles playing something on his phone when I arrived. He looked up at me sleepily, then grinned. “You don't need to rub it under my nose that a sexy girl is lying in your bed,” he told me. I frowned, not really understanding what he meant. “I came for the photos. I forgot them downstairs.” "Oh, the photos," he nodded, then focused on his phone again. I looked towards the pool and only then saw Noah. “What is he doing? Has he been in the water since then?” Jolly looked up at me again, then shrugged. “He was out when his glass needed to be refilled. I think he's playing Patrick from SpongeBob right now.”

I picked up the pack of cigarettes and an ashtray I had left by the sunbeds, then headed towards the water, keeping an eye on Noah the whole time. He lay on the surface of the water like a giant starfish, all legs and arms in every direction. He didn't even notice I was there, he was staring at the sky and his ear was under the water. I sat down on the edge of the pool, dangled my feet in the water, and waited patiently. I didn’t have to wait much, because he sensed almost immediately that I had disturbed the otherwise mirror-smooth water surface. “Are you back?“ he asked as he swam out next to me with two arm movements. His voice was a little halting, his movements hesitant. “Left the photos here,” I answered him. Noah nodded and held onto the edge of the pool with his hands. “Why did you want her to see them?” he asked me. Part of me was glad he brought it up, because I wanted to tell him the truth, but another part of me… would have run away from the conversation. “I didn't want to,” I said honestly as I lit the cigarette. “She probably found them in my bag.” After a moment of thought, he nodded again. “Does it bother you that Maya found it?” This was a much more complex question, so we stared at each other for a while. Then Noah raised one eyebrow defiantly and smiled a little.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," he said, and I immediately shook my head. “It's not about that, it's just… I don't know how to explain it.” "You don't owe me an explanation," he remarked softly. He brushed his hair back with a slightly angry motion, because a wet strand kept hanging in his eyes. “But I would like to say that I did not know that there was that photo with Anne.” “Me neither…,” I answered after taking a deep drag from the cigarette. “No problem. Maya obviously knows that I had a life and a girlfriend before her, and she takes it easy,” I shrugged. Noah's eyes lost all amusement for a moment as he looked up at me and took a big gulp. Then he pushed himself away from the edge of the pool. “What are you doing here anyway?” I asked, because I desperately wanted to be able to talk some more. “I stare at the stars.” I looked up and saw nothing but the dull lights that illuminated the sky from below, from the bustling city. I remembered the house by the lake, the night we went out stargazing, and for a moment I felt Noah's hand almost on my hand, his fingers between mine. “There is too much light pollution here.” "If you drink enough, you'll see them," he grinned at me before leaning back and laying on the water. I blew out a puff of smoke and sighed resignedly, then stood up. I grabbed the photos and stopped by Jolly on the way back. “Take care of him so he doesn't drown,” I asked him. There was no trace of joking in my voice. Jolly looked toward the pool, then back at me. “What would the band do without a singer?” Unable to appreciate the joke, I just shook my head and placed my palm on his arm. “If you are tired, let me know and I will come back. If necessary, the two of us can somehow get him out of there.” “Nick, relax,”Jolly looked deeply into my eyes so that I could see that he was also serious. “Go back to Maya, I have everything under control here.” I trusted him. He has helped me so many times that there are no words for it. He was there for me when I was in complete despair about Noah's state of mind. He was the one who hugged me when I came out of Noah's room, and I didn't have the strength to show that I was strong in front of him. I nodded and squeezed his arm before heading inside.

When I got to the door, I opened it with the card and tried to enter as quietly as possible. I can't say I was very successful because Maya immediately started moving under the covers. “Nick?” he asked in a sleepy voice. “I'm here.” I quickly crawled into the bed next to her. “It’s okay.” “Where have you been?” “At the pool. I forgot something there.” Maya turned to me and somehow, even in the dark, I could feel her trying to see into my soul and judge me. “Were you with Noah? Did you forget him there?” Embarrassed, I began to laugh at the absurdity of it. She can't be serious about this. The sleepiness and kindness disappeared from her voice, irony took its place. I wanted to turn on the light to see that it was still my girlfriend in the bed, not someone else I had no idea about. “I didn't go down because of him, but you're right, I talked to him while I smoked a cigarette,” I answered and tried to be calm. It was harder than I thought. Maya waited as if considering things. Like a snake trying to decide whether to strike or retreat to its burrow. Maya suddenly snuggled up and hugged me. "I'm sorry… it was bad to wake up alone," she murmured against my collarbone as I stroked her hair thoughtfully. I was sick of these sudden mood swings and how easily I could slip into the role Maya assigned me. “I'm going to the bathroom,” I pulled away from her, and it's true that my voice was neither angry nor sarcastic. I would rather describe it as soulless.

As she clung to me in vain, I threw her arms off me and stumbled into the bathroom. I turned on the light and leaned against the sink. I was physically sick, needing to take a few deep breaths to keep from throwing up the small slice of pizza I ate. When things got a little better, I looked up at my reflection from under my hair. "Shit," I muttered to myself as I noticed the red scratch marks on my chest and stomach. My tattoos covered it well here and there, but there were parts where they were clearly visible. I straightened up and took a closer look at them. No wonder Jolly spoke up when I went downstairs. It wasn't the first time I looked like this, but it was a twist of fate that I managed to flash them for my friends just now. I've always been proud of the marks Maya left on me, but now all I could think about was what must have been going through Noah's mind when I was showing off at the edge of the pool and preening like an idiot.

[hikertrashprincess]

Day 21

1/22/24

We decided to take the road instead of the trail for the first part of the day. We kept our feet dry, and the trail went on and off of the road anyway. On the last split we decided to take the trail because of a “lengthy board walk.”

There was a cool fire tower and I even backtracked to see if I could climb it. It was blocked off so I ended up bushwhacking back to the trail. The “lengthy” boardwalk was quite short and also ended in a knee deep puddle.

At the end Dirty Mike was waiting with pancakes! The back of his van had “west or die” written in the dust- a reference to the split around Orlando, where we could choose to go east or west. He was waiting at the junction. A friendly rivalry had developed between the groups choosing the different directions.

We left first and chose West. This would put us closer to Morpheus’s uncle. We also heard rumors of manatees and monkeys along the west trail.

We continued on the same road for like 30 miles. It started with a long road walk with no shoulder. There wasn’t too much traffic, so we were able to walk on the asphalt 90% of the time. When there was a car we had to get off onto the grass, which was not mowed and extremely hard to walk on. It was also quite boring, but we found some entertainment singing for cows. They seemed to enjoy Morpheus’s rendition of a country song the best.

We mostly walked along sod farms. I saw a new animal which was a small, mustelid-like critter, bigger than a squirrel but smaller than an otter. It stood up in a cute meerkat pose and was black and white. Google suggested either a spotted skunk or fox squirrel, but it’s hard to know for sure.

Towards the end of the day it got less rural and we started passing houses. One in particular was massive and styled like a plantation. It had the longest driveway in the world. It looked like an American Downton Abbey.

Finally we arrived at a Circle K. It seemed like a paradise to me, and I got a coke and an ice cream. It turned out we would pass Circle K and full on restaurants almost continuously for the next 60 miles, but at the time the thought of a cold drink at Circle K was sustaining me.

I went to the Dollar General next door at got a pair of leggings. I had sent mine home after it got hot. This was a mistake. I’ve been cold since.

We continued walking. Our plan was to continue till it was dark and stealth camp. We went by a Publix and I went in to get soup. We ran into Reboot, who was a bit alarmed at the lack of camping options. We finally decided we’d all get an Uber to a nearby hotel.

The Uber driver announced he was listening to some 80’s tunes and then immediately said, “I’ll crank it.” We enjoyed the 80’s tunes to the hotel. We booked a room after some initial confusion over there being three hikers and who would get what room. The hotel manager was excited to hear about the FT and disappeared for a moment to come back with electrolyte drinks for us.

The room was huge- more like an apartment. The TV didn’t work but the shower was lava hot. It was an unexpected treat to be inside.

[mikeyanimations]

Task 1 - 10 Animation Tests (6-Last)

3. The Animations

space.mov and space_1.mov:

These animations where both done using the same process. I created 3 differently sized, circular assets in Illustrator and then used the AI generative fill to create the pattern of a sun, moon and Earth. This was done to properly aid the visual of a rotating circle, as a plain rotating circle would not be properly viewed. These assets were then taken into After Effects, where I placed null layers at the center of the Sun and the Earth. These null layers were then used to parent the Earth to the center of the Sun and the Moon to the center of the Earth. The null layers were set to rotate, as to create a circular orbit around each celestial body.

space_opacity.mov:

For this animation, I found transparent pngs of the Moon and the Earth, as well as a background png of space. These images were opened onto Illustrator and placed on separate layers. The file was then opened on After Effects. The Moon png was made to follow an ellipse path around the still Earth and then 'travel behind' it to create the visual of an orbiting Moon. This was achieved by having 2 separate Moons, placed on top and under the Earth layer. The first Moon will follow the elliptical path, and once it arrives at the Earth, its opacity will be decreased and the lower Moon will continue the path. I also made use of speed graphs, to make the movement and rotation of the Moon more realistic.

clown_walkcycle.mov:

The first step of this animation was to create the visual of a character in Illustrator. I chose to create a clown as the large and exaggerated shapes were easy for me to make in Illustrator. It was crucial for me to make sure each layer was properly named and placed in order to facilitate my work on After Effects. When opening the file in After Effects, I made sure to correctly parent each layer correctly. The forearm connected to the upper arm, the foot connected to the lower leg which is connected to the thigh, and finally the upper arm and thigh connected to the torso. I also made sure that the entire head and neck was also connected to the torso. After that, it was a matter of animating keyframes and then filling in the blanks. I also made use of speed graphs, to make the movement of the clown more realistic. Admittedly, I did find this hard as at first I was working by animating pose to pose which created more confusion in my head. I was able to complete this animation with help from the teacher.

4. Resources

The following links are some YouTube tutorials I found helpful when working on this assignment.

[thedysphoriadiaries]

Entry 2 - What I could be? 14 February 2023, 2:21pm

I am wearing a hoodie. Under it, a shirt. It reads: “Be the reason why someone smiles today”.

Under that shirt is nothing. I am acutely aware of that. It is why, even in the tropical heat of this country, I wear a hoodie. It makes me feel less... exposed.

I am acutely aware of the girl standing to the right of me, on the opposite side of the door of the train I'm in.

I see her, from the corner of my eye.

The only thing protecting my eyes from the photonic acid that looking at the people I envy is, is this phone, and the auditory stimulation I'm giving myself at this moment, in the form of “Fall”, by Chon.

But I digress.

Why is it so, that every notion of wanting to be a girl fades away, when I put on the clothing expected of my gender, only to be replaced by a silent, repulsive envy?

I glance at the bag of a woman who just happened to walk past me; she had to alight. I'll be seeing that, and the faces of the girls I saw on my way to the train, in my thoughts later today again.

I switch the song I'm listening to, to “Atlas Novus”, by Scale The Summit.

Lynn's Vibes, the playlist says. Under it, the name of the person who created the playlist:

Cedric.

...

My deadname. Or, at least, a name I don't want to use again.

It poses a very interesting question, or hypothetical: what would life be like if I was cis?

For one, if I was a cis guy,

I'd never have such a weird interest in girls. A sexual one, sure, but not such a deep-seated interest in girls. And surely, not every girl I came across. I'd have standards too, even if I'm a guy. I'd never have considered... thinking about being a girl. I'd probably go about his day as per normal, liking my hair, thinking about at least losing some weight before enlistment. I'd think it was a waste of time, but would never have had the idea of transitioning to avoid it. He'd be empowered by his own manhood. How he's able to protect what he loves. How he's strong. Caring. Kind. Nurturing.

...

If I was a cis girl?

She'd be more masculine than other girls, but she'd own it. She'd like to do more masculine things, like music making, or making stuff from her own hands. But at the end of it all, she's still a girl. She'd still want to feel pretty. She'd be a lesbian, though. haha. She'd still want to cross her legs every once in a while, while she drank her tea. She'd be proud, empowered, even, by virtue of her own womanhood. Something I crave so desperately. She'd be empowered by how she's assertive. How she's able to be assertive, yet kind, nurturing, and strong, all at the same time.

She'd curse over having a monthly cycle, but that's just part and parcel of being a girl.

...

And if I was a trans girl?

I'd be having a near-constant desire to be a girl. I'd be feeling, in some way, different from the guys, but yet, not having any solidarity with the Sisterhood.

It's tiring seeing girls get to be girls, while I'm stuck being a guy.

Yet, I don't know why the thought of being a girl just... evaporates when I put my clothing on.

I'd be... confused. Constantly questioning if it was just a mistake in my programming to want to be a girl, or if it's truly fate, or something else. I'd want a panacea for this entire situation.

Yet, if I chose to entertain being a girl, I'd... no longer have to worry about it anymore. At least, not so much, anymore. I can finally... live life in a body that feels like it's mine. I can... finally be a girl, and be one with the Sisterhood.

I could choose to not be a girl, in body, at least. That would be easier, medically, at least. With the technology of my time, I would have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to be...comfortable in my body, yet, I'll know that it's a medical facsimile of what I'd want to be. Emotionally, though? My arms betray me. My hands betray me. My body betrays me. The nub from my throat betrays me. Even my hair; hair that I grew out for over a year, betrays me.

How would I keep living with that? My own reflection is the equivalent of photonic acid; I refrain from looking at it; the photons that reflect off my body and into my retinas spit venom at me. I don't know whose shadow is cast on the floor, or wall, next to me. Is it truly mine? Or is it Lynn's shadow?

...

Lastly, if I was a trans guy?

Haha, that's fun. I'd be grasping at straws to be... what I currently am.

Either way...

What am I, if not what I could be?

[lokkeiart]

Assignment Name: 01 Redressing the Figure

Tools: Clip Studio Paint, Huion Kamvas

Description: I decided to redress the "Dying Slave" in a punk aesthetic.

Self-feedback: I chose to redress this sculpture mainly because of my confusion at-a-glance as I could not see how the title related to the actual content of sculpture, especially the "Dying" part. So I decided to play around with that, and I felt that a punk aesthetic could fit really well with my disagreement with the piece as well as the pose. I think I messed up the gesture on the back leg and the face isn't balanced.

Link to Reference: https://www.pinterest.com/LokkeiCold/1figure/

[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

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Characters:  Coco Cruz

Pairing: Coco Cruz  x Reader

Fandom: Coco Cruz, Mayans MC

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) Slapping, Biting, Hair pulling, Unprotected sex (Not Proofread)

Word Count: 1911

A/N: You guys this is my first time writing for Coco. I love him so much. I wrote this and I’m still in shock at how filthy this is. I’m giving you guys quite the treat. Enjoy!

As I layed on my bed posing my body in provocative ways. I had one thing on my mind. My ex Coco Cruz. We had broken up a few months ago due to him never having time for me. All he ever did was ride around for that club all day, never telling me what he was doing and hiding things from me. I got fed up and ended things with him and as much as it hurt it was the best decision to make but now after all these months I craved him. I tried dating other men, they never gave me the same feeling he did. They didn’t satisfy me the way I needed to be satisfied, not the way he did. The way my ring light illuminated the room with dim lighting I knew all the curves of my body were going to drive him crazy. Once I felt I had enough photos I chose my top three and clicked his contact on my phone. As I waited for him to answer I began to think he was really done with me. Just as I was about to hang up I heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He said in a confused tone.

Hearing his voice again made all my old memories of him come rushing back and I realized I missed him more than I thought.

“Hi Coco it’s (Y/N).”

He was silent for a moment clearing his throat before he spoke again.

“You need something?”

“No. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” He asked in a cold tone that I wasn't used to hearing from him.

“I know we haven’t spoken to each other since we broke up -”

“You mean when you broke up with me?”

I let out a long sigh knowing he was right.

“Yes. Since I broke up with you but…um..” I suddenly lost some of  the nerve I had built up to this point.

“Look (Y/N) do you actually have something to say to me or did you call me just to waste my time? Cuz I got things I could be doing right now.”

I took a deep breath and sent him the photos quickly before I could change my mind. I knew they would express what I couldn’t. I wore a lacy black teddy that left very little to the imagination with sheer black thigh highs and matching pumps that made my legs look incredible. I wore my hair down the way he liked it and I knew the third picture would be his favorite the way he had a clear view of my ass.

“Check your text messages.”

I could hear him take the phone away from his ear to see what I had sent him.

“I know we're not together anymore and I don’t expect anything from you but I’m so turned on right now thinking about the things we used to do. The way you used to make me feel and I need you right now.”

“You need me?”

“Yes I need you, I want you and I know you want me too. Tell me you don’t want to be inside me again?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Are you home right now?”

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. My hands already wandering over my body.

“I’m on my way.”

I heard the engine of his bike pulling into my driveway not long after that. I almost forgot he knew where my spare key was as he came in and made his way up the stairs. I had planned to meet him at the door but I got carried away making myself feel good as I waited for him. When he opened the door to my bedroom he paused for a second seeing me on the bed with my legs spread, eyes closed, my teddy pulled to the side and my fingers deep inside my pussy. I opened my eyes watching him walk over to the bed slowly. I almost came when he touched my ankle, sliding his hand gently up my leg to my thigh gripping it firmly.

“Damn you really do need me don’t you baby?”

All I could do was nod. He held my wrist pulling my fingers out of me and putting them in his mouth. Before I could think my body surged up from the bed my hands tangled in his hair as I pulled him into a passionate kiss. I felt like I was on fire. No one made me feel as good as he did and I knew he was going to give me everything I needed. He pushed me back down onto the bed grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge before kneeling in between my legs and pushing my knees to my chest. I gasped feeling his tongue lick along my slit. My eyes rolled back and I arched off the bed. He latched onto my sensitive clit sucking gently then licked me from top to bottom. I was a mess as he continued that same rhythm never stopping even when my thighs started closing. He put his hands under my knees holding me in place. I moaned his name, feeling my orgasm approaching. The vibrations I felt on my clit as he growled took me over the edge and I started to cum hard all over his face. He didn’t stop until I was quivering uncontrollably.

I yelped when he bit my inner thigh before standing up, undoing his pants pushing them and his boxers down until his dick sprang free. My eyes widened at the sight of him. He was hard and I had forgotten how big he was. He held his length stroking it a few times. I bit my lip seeing the precum leak from the tip.

“Look at you. Is this what you need, baby?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yes please.” I begged

He rubbed his tip against my clit drawing a mewl out of me. I rolled my hips urging him to put it where we both wanted it. He lined himself up with my entrance and slid inside me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. Once he was all the way in he stayed that way for a moment as if he were committing the feeling to his memory. When he was ready he began pumping in and out at a teasingly slow pace until I whined in frustration. He smirked mischievously.

“What’s the matter baby? This not enough for you? You want more?”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I want more.”

“You can do better than that. Beg for it.”

I moaned. He knew I loved when he made me beg.

“Please give me more Daddy. I need it.”

With that he hammered into me making me gasp as he placed my ankles on his shoulders. He held onto my legs while he fucked me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. He felt so good inside me,hitting all my spots over and over again.

“You like that querida? Tell me how it feels.” He said in between strokes.

I reached up and caressed his stomach. I needed to touch him. His hair started sticking to him as sweat started forming on his body. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“It feels soo good baby. Don’t stop, please!”

He groaned, feeling me clench around him. Everything he did was sexy to me. I felt the coil in my stomach getting tighter with every stroke.

“I know you wanna cum baby. I can feel it. Go ahead and cum on this dick you needed so badly.”

I came instantly. He knew exactly what to say to make my body obey him. I moaned his name as I came, making him growl. I layed there trying to compose myself when he picked me up and placed me in the center of the bed. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.

“Oh you thought I was done with you? No baby. Roll over and put that ass in the air for me.”

I did as I was told.

“You know I had to have you like this when I saw that picture you sent. Look at this sexy ass.”

He growled and gave my ass a slap. I moaned, arching my back for him.

“Yes, please spank me Daddy.”

“I know you like that baby. You're gonna be a good girl for me and take this dick again right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

He gave my ass a few more slaps before he pushed back inside me all at once causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our moans and groans. The grip he had on my hips was so tight I knew it would leave a mark but I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me to make me his again. I bit the sheets needing something to quiet my screams of pleasure. It was almost too much for me.

“Fuck baby you’re trying to make me cum the way you’re moaning for me? Let me hear it.”

He put a hand on my back pushing further into the mattress as he pounded into me.

“This the best dick you ever had, baby?” He asked taking the sheet out of my mouth.

“Yes!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No!”

His hand left my back to grab a fistfull of my hair pulling my head back towards him. His other hand slapped my ass.

“Say it.” He growled.

I was barely able to form coherent words at this point. It was all too good. He was even deeper inside me in this position. It took all I had to give him an answer.

“No, I'll never leave you again Coco!” I moaned

“You wanna come again don’t you baby?”  He asked looking down at me

A nod was all I could muster and he knew it.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so fucking tight and wet for me. I’m gonna cum inside you. Cum with me baby.”

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm slammed into me. My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him until he came. I felt him throb and pulse inside me as his cum filled me up. He growled as he came. He never stopped pumping into me until we were both spent collapsing onto the bed. He pulled me in close, spooning me for a long while before he spoke again.

“I know you said you had no expectations but that was amazing and I can’t… no I don’t wanna think about you with another man. So if it's okay with you we can try this thing again. I promise I’ll do better this time.”

I smiled, feeling my heart warm. I was thinking the same thing. It's like he read my mind.

“I did say I would never leave you again didn’t I?

 He chuckled and gave my shoulder a kiss.

“You better not.”