#the other was just randomly in the middle of me working on some art over Instagram and i was like

[yoinkschief]

Hey y'all, little announcement time :)

It's nothing so serious so don't worry, haha

But I WILL be taking a break from social media for two weeks starting today. Nothing bad had happened, I promise, I'm perfectly okay :)! It's just in the last month a LOT has happened, and I'm grateful for it all

I've met a ton of cool people who are fantastic to be around, and I've had lots of fun talking and drawing with them and just interacting with them in general

And I've even had some of my idols/favorite artists follow me back which is CRAZY TO THINK ABOUT, and I know they're regular people like I am and I shouldn't get so worked up over this kind of stuff, but it's still crazy for me to think about it

Fuck it still boggles my mind that people like my stuff- I'm so not used to all this attention and that's why I'm taking a break, just cause I'm finally able to take a break from all the stress happening in my life and I deserve a bit of a break I'd say lol

I am SO GRATEFUL for all the love and support, gosh I still get giddy when I see likes or notes on my posts, to think people actually interact with my art, reminds me of when I was first starting on Instagram (my art was so bad LMAO I've improved so much) and I'd get lounge 3 likes from my friends and a couple handful from random strangers and I'd get flustered over that, it's the exact same as it is now hah

But I've never been good at handling tons of praise, I try to say thanks as much as I can to show my appreciation but I can't help but feel like I'm coming short, like I'm not properly expressing my gratitude. But that's personal butt problems I'm gonna try and work out over this break, or at least start to unravel the large yarn ball of, but just know every note or interaction I have makes me happy and I greatly appreciate all of you guys :)!!

Apologies for the long rant, I didn't mean to speak all much when it's just "TL;DR: Taking a break for two weeks cause I can't handle praise" haha, but I want y'all to know I'm fine, just don't wanna get a big head or anything lol and I also want to chill my beating heart cause it's crazy to be to think people actually enjoy shit of mine, that entire life forms with cognitive thoughts and lives of their own take time out of their day to spread a little joy my way. That's wild. It's crazy

Even that was a ramble, hah

Anyway, I'll be back soon! I'll probably only respond to DMs but I'll mainly be in Discord DMs because that's where my partner is so :) of you wanna reach me that's how

Also I might have a couple of scheduled posts for the next few days? Just so my account isn't dry? It's art I've already finished so I can instead work on the upcoming series :)

Yeah, still no name drop, lol, big debate on whether or not I would, but feel free to ask any questions about it now that the teasers are done, I'll try to answer as many as I can when I get back without spoiling anything lol

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.05. intros

EXHIBIT TWO: RIDE OR DIE BROS FOR LIFE

suna rintarou °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

middle blocker for the msby volleyball team and wanted to major in something art related but ended up going into athletic training with sakusa. in high school, atsumu, osamu, and him would very frequently sneak out at night usually to graffiti a wall and atsumu and him have kept up the tradition. whenever they travel to other cities to play an away game, they’ll try and find the time to go out and leave their mark on the city. in college, he started to do things like leave little snippets of lyrics from romantic songs on walls in sharpie or spray paint </3 he first met y/n in high school and they didn't talk much despite being in the same friend group. he a her from afar but never said anything because he didn’t feel like she knew him well enough that she would return his feelings if he told her. as a result, ever since graduation, he’s been finding small ways to be closer to her. although he isn’t majoring in art, he started to hang around the art department more, and would follow her around whenever she came to develop photos. she’d let him come with her into the department’s dark room and explain the process to him. he tries his best to listen but most of the time he get distracted while looking at her <3 eventually he started to invite her to come wander the city with him in search of street art and told her he’d start sending her photos of art that he found in other cities (which he's totally not making and then sending to her as if he's just randomly stumbled upon the most heartwrenching, romantic art ever). as long as he’s with her he couldn't care less what they're doing; to him, the real artwork is right next to him <3 she’s taking photos of something written on a wall while he’s looking at her <3

miya atsumu & miya osamu °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

atsumu

setter for msby <3 made his bio in retaliation to his brother and then got upset when osamu didn’t care. didn’t even want to go to college but really wanted to play for msby and didn’t want to be left out of everyone else going to school so he’s chilling in communications with bokuto. loves to come to onigiri miya on days y/n works because she gives him discounts and he jokes that she’s a better cook than osamu (which psychologically, for him, is probably true. samu cooks for tsumu and curses the food while y/n tries to put at least a little bit of love into what she makes for him). at some point tried to flirt with y/n and then realized she did not love when he visited because of him but bc he would bring suna. often comes by himself to onigiri miya or brings bokuto with him to ask yn how things with suna, completely ignoring the fact that she has a boyfriend (which leaves her confused about every single life choice she's made) and then will immediately text suna being like “y/n and me are talking about u rn LL sucks to suck i bet ur wondering what she thinks of u"

osamu

always gives suna discounts when he comes and will immediately take over whatever order y/n is working on so that she can make suna’s foof <3 he’s like a double agent for both sides but doesn’t get too involved because things with suga are making it difficult. he’s definitely someone suna goes to a lot for advice and although suna tends to only come on days when y/n works, sometimes on late nights after practice when osamu is the only one left working, suna will come in and they’ll share a drink and talk about y/n and more

bokuto koutarou & oikawa tooru °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

bokuto

wing spiker for msby and self proclaims himself as the ace <3 sakusa and him beef a little bit about it but the entire team is made up of doubles anyway so they kind of share the title. he’s matching users with atsumu and oikawa and also asked akaashi if they could have matching headers <3 akaashi sent him his current header which bokuto immediately started using <3 my guy has got so many friends and is loved by everyone so he’s actually having the best time of his life in college!!! besides when exams come around. then he’s hiding under a table and it takes the collective effort of akaashi, atsumu, and oikawa’s to get him out.

oikawa

second setter for msby! atsumu and him actually lowkey connected immediately and the team often uses a 6-2 rotation to utilize two setters and it’s been working out pretty well. other volleyball teams quiver hearing about msby’s lineup LMAO. he’s also a photography major which has led to suna often asking him how y/n is doing <3 does a lot of portraits and posts his works on a separate photography account. has started to join atsumu and suna when they sneak out while on away games to find somewhere to leave a piece of art.

extras <3

suna, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, and oikawa all live together

it is either very peaceful or a living hell

atsumu and bokuto will get riled up about something together and start having an energetic burst while suna isolates in his room (or more often is slipping out to go hang with y/n)

oikawa’s pretty chill and is in his actually-studying-for-exams era

osamu’s usually busy at work

so it’s peaceful (according to their definition) when not everyone is home but sometimes atsumu will start beefing with osamu about something and shit hits the fan

suna is heavily heavily heavily inspired by this guy named @/greg_goya on instagram

when i had this idea for street art i really spent an hour on instagram and google combined looking for this guy bc the art he does is totally what i was going for

and when i say inspired i mean suna is literally greg goya. i will probably use screen shots from my man greg in this smau so ty to him in advance he's a king 👑

both "exhibits" or friend groups are lowkey one big friend group but there's a small natural divide bc most of the ride or die bros are from inarizaki and some of them (cough atsumu cough bokuto cough suna if he didn't want to be around y/n 24/7 cough) said that they NEEDED a bros only gc

taglist: @wyrcan @oyasumeii @froyaoya @gyuijns @nbcvs @milkteade @eggyrocks @0moonii @guitarstringed-scars @makkir0ll @mylahrins @cherrypieyourface @vivian-555 @sharkerino @bluebeanbee @r0seandth0rns @staileykout @lunavixia @thvvluvr @elliott0o0 (form to be added to taglist! <3)

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[graysnetwork]

HAVING KEEGAN AS UR BROTHERS BSF

IM HAVING THOUGHTS RN

CHAPTER |

BROTHERS BEST FRIEND — Keegan Russ X fem!Reader

Notes— he will now become a character in my heart and in my blog bc I love him. And so will the friend in this story.

Info: it’s cannon for me to believe his character drives a Mercedes. he has black hair. He’s got red cheeks (I’ll probably post a pic of what I’m thinking of) idk if it’s like Rosacea but I think it’s smtg he would probably have. Keegan’s three years older than you, (your a sophomore and he’s a senior). Idk if you can tell… but this is totally ooc and set in like this time.

Warnings: none!

Summary: you’ve been crushing on Keegan for years now and he has been too.

Your brother was a pain in the ass, so annoying, But. His best friend on the other hand, was so kind to you, and handsome.

Keegan had been your brothers “best friend” for about 5 years now. They’d been friends since middle school and now they were going to graduate, Keegan was apart of the family at this point, he’d stayed at your house for so long that he would come in unannounced and go into anyone’s bedroom, parents included.

Sometimes he’d go into everyone’s rooms just to say “goodnight”, which was really funny, especially when you were a kid.

For instance, he was staying the night at your family’s home, and you were going to say goodnight to your parents but you got anxious because it was late at night, so he grabbed your hand and said goodnight with you so you wouldn’t be alone.

Keegan seemed to like caring for you, he always took the blame when you did something stupid, he’d say “oh I told her to do it, I’m sorry”

He just did it and never asked for a thank you back from you, he enjoyed taking care of you. And as you got older, all the things he did for you made you feel all warm and giddy inside. He was so sweet, how could you not have a crush on him. And when he came over and got in the pool, it made you feel all dizzy seeing him without a shirt.

And he wasn’t big on dating, he dated some girls throughout his whole five years of high school, but he never stayed for long, mostly because he couldn’t make enough time for them due to all the football practice he had.

But Keegan loved you,he always made time for you. he always liked you but once you got older, got in high school, hit puberty, he became more attracted to you, in ways he couldn’t tell your brother.

Anytime your brother asked him “do you like anyone?” Keegan just had to deny everything saying that he didn’t, and even when the blush on his cheeks was apparent he’d still say “nah, I’m waiting for the pretty girls in college” just so your brother could hop off his dick already.

But he couldn’t ask you to date him, or take you out randomly, that’d be weird, and your brother would most definitely get mad at him, and you. So safe to say that he wasn’t going to be taking you out. Plus he thought that you probably liked another guy in the school, not him— a muscular, black haired, tall, handsome man.

He was graduating soon, he was gonna go off to university and get some sort of degree, so what would be the point of dating him if he was going to leave.

—

Now it was a normal Friday night, the night that your family would spend time together, something that you all enjoyed, especially after a busy week of studying, work, ECT. It was something you looked forward to, and sometimes Keegan joined in if he wasn’t with his family.

Today in particular, he wasn’t with them, he was with you. The two of you were heading to the store to go buy some snacks that you and your family wanted. He was talking about what his family was doing that he decided to not join in on today.

“Yeah, they were saying something about this new small…. Art museu-” he tried to remember “museum, yeah I’ve heard of it, seems really nice, I- I mean I dunno if you’d enjoy it, but it really does seem cool” you finished his sentence and began explaining how cute it looked. Keegan smiled to himself listening to you talk about some art that they had.

He didn’t want to go to this museum with his family, but if you wanted to or offered to take him he’d gladly say yes, just to see that cute smile on your face.

Once he got into the parking lot of the store he turned off the car after parking, and while you were still talking about the art to get your mind off him being so close to you, he just gazed at you, his head tilting a little when you turned to face him.

He thought you looked so cute when you talked about things you loved or were passionate about.

“Cmon kid” Keegan told you as he grabbed the keys and hopped out the car. Kid was always his nickname for you, but it always made you feel so much younger than him and like he only saw you as a sister or family.

The two of you walked around the store, for a while before heading to the candy aisle, you two looked at the snack section and ended with grabbing some chips and cookies. Then you went to the candy aisle as Keegan held all the snack for you, that’s when you spotted your friend.

“Y/n!” She said running down the aisle to hug you. “Hii” she said as she hugged you tightly, “hey, what are you doing here” you asked and she pulled away as her brother came up behind her, “we were just getting snack-” Kim tried to say but her brother cut her off “cause she’s annoying and won’t shut up about these chocolates” he said, you giggled

And Keegan suddenly got all jealous, and a little self conscious, like he was back in middle school and he saw the girl he had a crush on talking to another guy.

“Seems like her” you said and your friend nudged you before taking in the sight of Keegan’s tall figure behind you. “And what are you two doin here?” She asked with a smirk appearing on her face.

She knew how much you liked Keegan, she was who listened to you talk about a small interaction you had with Keegan, and she fed into your delusions.

“W-we’re just getting snacks for movie night” you said, you stared at her and her brother with an annoyed face, her brother also knew you liked Keegan, which helped out because he had some classes with him.

“Yeah” Keegan said and stared dead at Kim’s brother, he looked like he wanted to kill him, and if looks could kills, he would’ve been dead the minute you started giggling.

“Well that’s cutee” kim said smirking even more now, and it was just a matter of time before you could smack her when you saw her in private. “Anyways, let’s go!” Kim told her brother and they turned around and walked out the aisle.

“She’s something, isn’t she” Keegan said turning back to you as you walked to the candy’s. “Yeah, definitely” you smiled back at him and looked at the shelf of chocolates. “Uh.. that was her, brother?” He asked, he wanted to know if you liked him in any way.

“Yeah, he’s like my brother at this point” you said chuckling. “Cool” he said and looked around the aisle.

—

The two of you got in the car, placing the bags down at your feet. He started the car and began pulling out of the parking spot. He was quiet now, Keegan’s not loud or anything, he never has been. but he’s never this silent, you didn’t want to question it as he turned up the volume to the radio.

“So” he cleared his throat “Kim’s.. brother, no feelings for him right?” He asked slowly as he swallowed his saliva, “yeah” you told him— the question didn’t seem odd to you, Keegan’s always been protective of you since he was older than you. But he seemed annoyed.

“Hm, why?” You smiled as you turned your head to look at him “you jealous?” You chuckled a bit before he looked at you with an annoyed expression. “was kidding, sorry” you explained quietly and turned back to the road ahead as you approached a stoplight.

“y’shouldnt be liking or dating anyone in the first place” he said, “yeah my brother would probably kill me” you giggled.

“I know someone you could date n’you wouldn’t be killed for it” he said.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i (20'sx) sold/pawned an expensive pair of earrings my grandmother gave me?

context is that my parents are divorced, and have been for a long time. my father's family is wealthy, like "boats, holiday houses, horseback lessons, and trips to europe" wealthy. my mother's family is a pretty normal working class to middle class family, she still rents her house in her fifties, still works (my dad is retired) and works long hours, college debt, etc.

my relationship with my dad is a bit strained because i'm an insane melodramatic faggy rich failson. i do, however, have a pretty positive relationship with the rest of his family. the best of these is with my grandmother, who i love very much and hang out with frequently. she's awesome, very nonjudgemental and has supported me in my queerness and general weirdness since day one, and i'm very thankful to still have a grandmother who's still alive and i can talk to and do stuff with.

occasionally when i come over to hang out with my grandmother, she'll randomly (and very casually) drop really expensive gifts on me. in the past she's given me art pieces, expensive candles, gift cards, money, clothes, makeup, "just because", or because she says that she has too much stuff and wants to get rid of some of it as she ages. i don't think it's because our relationship is codependent or anything, she has a wide circle of friends and supportive family, i think she just likes to be generous.

i came over to her house the other day to have lunch with her, watch some netflix, and help her with her wifi and printer, and she told me that she had some stuff she wanted to give me. i wear and make jewelry and alter clothes, and so she said that she wanted me to look through some of her older jewelry that she doesn't wear and see if there was anything that i might like to have or recycle into my own projects.

while we were looking through her jewelry, she gave me a pair of diamond earrings. i briefly thought, "are these real?", but quickly moved on. it wasn't until later that she told me that they were real and probably worth upwards of five thousand dollars (holy shit), but that she wanted me to have them. not much sentimental value from what i understand, she said she just hasn't worn them in years.

i feel guilty because one of my immediate thoughts was "this money would be really useful for some practical stuff like apartment hunting (i'm in the process of moving), rent, food, car stuff, credit card payments, medication/testosterone payments, etc.". i also feel like it's impolite to immediately turn around and sell a gift someone else gave you out of the kindness of their heart. i also suspect that sometimes she gives me expensive things "casually", but that inside they do actually mean something to her and she's giving them to me because she trusts me. on the other hand though, some money would be super useful, especially for practical things (listed above), giving to community, doting on my boyfriend, putting into savings, etc.

tldr: rich grandma gave me a few thousand dollar pair of earrings, would i be the asshole if i sold them to use on life expenses/put in savings?

What are these acronyms?

[starlightshore]

OH GREAT ONE! Please. . . Can you please give us a tutorial on how to make Pixel Character sprites on Asepeite? You do them so beautifully. . . *Sheds a tear*

please don't call me "oh great one" even as a joke; don't put me on a pedestal. I'm just Some Guy.

anyway there are plenty of cool tutorials on youtube, just search stuff like "pixel art tutorial" or "pixel grass" or "pixel trees" for specifics

but what i'd recommend as my top rule: experiment! make more art! Have fun! just make things and you'll naturally improve

but past that, for some more tangible advice:

look into stylization. pixel art NEEDS clarity and simple shapes to work. you can achieve this by thinking of the shapes (thus the importance of stylization) and by doing simple math or consistent "scales" of going down or up in number. see how the second line goes from looong to long to short shorter then a dot vs. how the left one just does things randomly, there's no scale here. it shows purpose and confidence when you use more math-based art. see how the circle uses the scale/ math vs. this blob where i purposefully didn't?

keep the linework clean:

aesprite has a feature called "pixel perfect" which prevents jaggies, which are these clumps of pixels as you can see on the right.

keep the art consitant. don't use blur effects or gradients, i'd say that's more so for VERY rare circumstances and should only be approached from a more experienced hand. (ie, bigger background pieces and used sparingly)

how you draw the shapes/angles matters a lot as well.

left, i kept things more "blocky" and less "sharp" I also simplified the shape (note the fur on the side of the legs) is more clumped together while the other has a larger emphasis on separating them and making them sharper. overall, the right one is a lot more complex which I don't want for a character who is moving a lot, and seen from a smaller size. its a SMALL cartoon! i want it to be clear to the viewer without any details to muddy things.

note how by making the sideburn fluff more jagged removes some of the room for the white fur. you only see ONE shaded white/blue pixel on the left, which adds more contrast and emphasizes that spot. there's less of a clear distinction between he had and the body.

here's the silhouettes, you cans see how the body on the left is more clear in what part is what. Tail, ear, head, body and legs. the other one, sure, i know what those are, but its less distinct.

add "weight" to the shapes. have one side of the shape be bigger in proportion. note how the head has a wider bottom than the top, even from the jaw to the tip of the head. the overall body is bigger than the head as well.

symmetry is important and your life savior in pixel art. but not EVERYTHING should be symmetrical. look at the head stripe, mouth, chest fluff, and handkerchief. have one side favored or the other and not a perfect head-on position creates this asymmetry as well a more "organic" view of the character. (typically you want to avoid direct head-on looks unless it's for 3d modeling or character reference sheets, otherwise your character won't feel as "alive." it's not natural to stand perfectly 1-1 facing the camera perfectly)

note on legs and bodies: you can't always get an accurate symmetry based on the head size. depending on if it's an odd or even number of pixels wide, it'll affect how the body becomes symmetrical to it. in this case, there's a pixel difference that prevents a gap. note how the middle looks like a SUPER thick line because there's no room for a single pixel line. my solution was to have her favor one leg over the other, which works nicely as it adds a more weighted interest to the right leg while her bangs favor the left, creating balance. toby's solution to this problem was to give the humans one wider leg and it haunts me.

another example of this is toriel

toriel's side mouth would be fine if it was a consistent choice and other characters did it (sonic is famous for this stylistic choice) but because she doesn't even match her family regarding this, it stands out and confuses people. i originally, and many people I've met have thought this was her nose. EVEN THO you can see her mouth open when speaking in-game.

btw even tho this also haunts me, i don't mind it as much cause i know this is a result of early game development inconstancies born from inexperience. its a cute quirk honestly, even if it was an easy fix. i actually ADMIRE that toby doesn't go and retroactively fix things, and instead prioritizes making new things with the information of how to do better now. its very easy and exhausting to go back and fix things rather than move on. mad respect for that.

[cleverthylacine]

Mending clothes is great, but what if you can avoid it by taking care of them?

I have been reading a lot of posts on this site about mending clothes and that is great and awesome. I also agree that you should avoid fast fashion retailers if you can find the things you want elsewhere at a price you can still afford.

But being an old lady, I have clothes that I've owned for 20 years. Or more. And they're fine, and most of them haven't required any mending. I have blouses from Forever 21 that I bought in 2012 (I know this because I bought them when Erin was living with me, before I met her I never even went in there lol). And they're fine. The fabric doesn't always look exactly the same--sometimes it developd a softer feel and a vintagey slightly weathered look but I actually really like that.

I have two blouses from Shein--one that I just saw and liked, the other because I had to find a dark green lolitable blouse in a hurry--and I'm confident I'll still have them in 10 years. (I own very little from Shein, their labour practises are probably horrible and I try to avoid wearing dupes that may have stolen art on them, but basically they are just another taobao reseller.)

Here are some tips for keeping your clothes alive without mending. Mending is awesome and visible mends on jeans and jackets are the bomb, but maybe you don't want randomly placed colourful embroidery on your white victorian style blouse--you just want to avoid getting it torn in the first place.

The tumble dryer is generally not your friend. Particularly not used with blasting hot air. I don't own one, though I will go to a laundromat to use one if I am washing something bulky and thick that might mildew before it gets dry, like a comforter. But even with jeans--they may be a little stiff when you first put them on after air drying, but the tumble dryer enlarges stretchy jeans by killing the elastic in them and shrinks non-stretchy jeans. It also sets stains if your first wash didn't get them out and you throw your clothes in without looking.

I use a Haier portable washing machine without an agitator for things I do not wash by hand. (I do not wash heavy cotton lolita dresses with skirts that are wider than I am tall by hand. I do not wash jeans by hand.) That's the tall thing in the middle. Agitators damage clothes over time. They are good for getting out dirt sometimes, but even better for getting out dirt is not over-filling the washer, so that all the soap/detergent and water goes through all of the fabric.

Shout colour catcher. Always use one if there are any bright or dark colours in your laundry load. It prevents dye from these clothes from getting into your light coloured clothes.

Wash blouses and lingerie by hand if you can.

If your clothes do not smell, are not stained, and you haven't spilled anything like citrus on them that will come back to haunt you later, air them out, don't wash them yet.

If you get a stain or citrus on your clothes, spot clean immediately if you can and take them off, soak them, and then wash them out by hand ASAP. Don't put anything stained in the dryer if you can avoid it.

Pit smell bad on something you wore too long in the hot sun or working a convention dealers room? Gorgeous clothes in a thrift store with pit smell? Laughed too hard or had an asthma attack and there's pee in your underwear? Work in a hospital? Have a baby to care for? This is why you should have Nature's Miracle Just for Cats! whether or not you own cats. This wonderful product is designed to remove the very strong smell of cat piss from things with enzymes without damaging them. It works equally well on removing smells that were made by humans.

Menstrual blood comes out best in very cold water. Hydrogen peroxide will remove blood, and other organic stains, but it also removes dye.

Always hand wash blood stains or other organic stains.

Cold water washing is easier on the environment but it's also easier on your clothes. It won't set stains. Heat sets stains.

Rather than ironing delicate clothing, remove it at once from the washer and block it out when you hang it up to dry. I use clothes pins on clothes hangers to keep the shoulder seam flush to the hanger so that clothes do not dry out of shape.

If you have a sweater or other heavy item that you don't want to stretch out, in addition to making sure the shoulders are right on the hanger, also attach another hanger to the ends of the sleeves and the hem. "Lay flat to dry" can be a bad choice with thick clothes as mildew is a thing.

Tea stains come out with vinegar but you have to get them right away.

The only stain removing products worth shit are oxi-clean but uh, be careful with bright colours.

If you have a large bust and like button up shirts, sew the placket closed at the widest part of your bust. Gapping in buttoned shirts when you move is caused by the uneven tension between the area around the button and the rest of your shirt. You do not need to be able to open the buttons at the largest part of the item. You can do this by hand by sewing the button in place through the closed button hole and then, since the placket will have multiple layers of fabric, sew the edge of the placket but don't go through the top layer of fabric so it can't be seen.

[popcornforone]

MARCH

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

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How are we already in March? Must be time for another diary entry from our writer about her exploits with Marcus.

Synopsis:- Marcus is working away on a case & you just want to chat to him on a Saturday night.

Word count:-1900

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Phone sex,masturbating, innuendo, talk of piv & oral, sexual video, swearing, drinking, pining. remember this is a diary so from the readers point of view.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feedback is always welcome. I hope you enjoy.

I hate it when Marcus is away. It not that I don’t like doing my own thing, but I miss the cuddles. I love that I can watch what I want, can eat what I like at a time that’s good for me & not have to worry if he’s going to randomly message going he needs dinner, or planning something & then him last minute saying actually. But I miss his little smile. I miss little suggestive winks. I miss the way he makes me cum. I miss the taste of him spilling down my throat. I just am missing him so bad.

I know it’s only 10 days & it’s important for his job & career but it’s just a huge hole in the bed next to me. I can starfish all I want, but I’d much prefer to be sinking into the mattress with my feet on his shoulders as he asks me if I can take more. Don’t tell Marcus this, I mean you’re a diary so you won’t, but I use his pillow to sleep on when he’s not here. I always make sure the bedding is fresh for when he is back but no I want to smell my man. I have needs & his scent helps me with some of them.

It’s not like we don’t see each other though. We face time & text & send photos to each other, but he’s often tired & a little grumpy. Works stressful when he’s home let alone working on something else where.

I knew he had Sunday off last week so I asked him to have a chill Saturday night & get ready for a phone call. I wanted his soothing voice to send me asleep. But I also wanted to see if he was up for something.

First call he doesn’t answer at 10pm. Maybe he had already fallen asleep. But the second call he answers.

“Hey sorry was in the middle of cleaning my teeth baby”

“I hope you didn’t swallow”

“No swallowing toothpaste isn’t that good for you” I am glad it’s not face time. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to see if things could get spicy. But clearly he was being practical. Yep that was my man there, not taking a hint unless it’s bleeding obvious to him.

“How was today?”

“Good, we think we might be on the red eye on Tuesday if we’re lucky. Latest is still Thursday night which is meant to happen” I can hear a tap turn off in the back ground & the bathroom light button click. I know he’s got ready for bed. I am already in bed. I need to clean my own teeth once the call is over but it won’t take me long. I’ve got a glass of wine on the bed side table which I’m sipping. I’m also in just my dressing gown, & I know I have something to pleasure myself with after hearing my man’s delicious voice.

“What about you beautiful, what did you do today?”

“Saw my mum took her shopping, she wanted a new handbag, she treated me to lunch & then I decided to start sorting out junk in the study”

“junk?”

“Yes junk” I giggle”you know all the stuff we said we’d sort out when we moved i together nearly 18 months ago that we didn’t need or were duplicates”

“Please tell…”

“Don’t worry don’t worry” I hear the panic in his voice “I didn’t touch the comics or anything that wasn’t mine, that’s still for you to sort”

“Oooh thank god…” I hear a sigh of relief down the phone & hear him sit on the bed “because”

We then say in unison “some of those comics are limited print”

“I know Marcus I know, you need to have them valued for insurance purposes” we talk about this every now & then. I have a couple of original art pieces that I got insured last year, after they had just sat in a corner & told Marcus he could do his comics & collectibles at the same time but he said he’d need to go to a specialist. He’s never been.

“So what are you going to do on your day off?” I ask as I sip more wine.

“I want to go to that new art exhibition that’s here…” Marcus has always loved weird art & he knows I appreciate it but not to his tastes it’s a bit to gloomy what he likes, not what you should put up in the house, not that we could even afford it. I let him talk about a few other things too.

“Well on Sunday im going to write in my journal & then I’m going to get on with building those Lego flowers you got me for Christmas, I can’t kill them can I” he giggles down the phone at me.

“Oooh no you can’t murder those. Thank god. I recon you could try tho”

“Would you have to investigate & come home if I did?”

“100%”

“Then I’ll go commit some crime” we both laugh & then sigh. The silence between us on the phone for a few seconds is just perfect. Hearing him breathe is a joy.

“Marcus…”

“Yes baby” I smirk as his voice seems deeper for some reason. I’m going to try something.

“What are you wearing?” I lick my lips as I say it.

“My jammies… you know the blue & black striped ones…I’ve also…” he then goes on to talk about if it’s okay to wear socks in bed or not as his feet feel cold. I’m a little bit gutted. I know he takes things literally but I wanted more or maybe something sexy. Also Marcus only wear his Jammies when he’s away incase he’s woken up at 3am to go look at something. He’s shy at times & doesn’t want any work colleagues to walk in on him hanging out, or with his naked arse in the air. What a peach they would see. I sigh a little which he picks up on.

“Was that the wrong answer?”

“No I just… I wanted something more adventurous.” I’m always honest with Marcus.

“Okay so then what are you wearing baby”

“Well…”I then untie my robe “say the words baby & I’ll start to moan for your listening pleasure”

“Why are you hurt?”

“Marcus!”

“What”

“Is your line tapped?”

“No”

“Well I’m just taking my robe off & am going to enjoy myself in bed” I slip the robe off. “Imagine if we were face timing baby” I whisper “you wouldn’t be seeing my face”

“Well erm…” I can tell he’s flustered & trying to work out how to say some spicy stuff. “Ermmmm… I”

“It really is a good thing we aren’t looking at each other” I smile trying to reassure him that it’s okay if he doesn’t want to.

“No I… I’m just having a moment” the phone line falls silent for a second before Marcus speaks. “Does the bed still smell of me”

“Yea baby”

“Then sleep on that side when you have fun later, I want my side to be a little damp” he’s getting into it even if shyly.

“Do you think of me?”

“Yes baby” he’s dropped his voice it’s getting sexier.

“In the shower?”

“Why do you think I’m always so clean when I come back from a job?”

“It’s not as good as me though…”

“Oooh fuck no!” Is his abrupt response “I might moan & fist harder but it’s not like your bending over in the shower is it”

“I always like to wash your chest, lather you up, caress those broad shoulders…”

“& then drop to your knees like the naughty little slut you are”

“I…” I was not expecting Marcus to get into this so quickly. All it had taken was a few back & forth & he was now calling me a slut down the phone. “Do you like me on my knees?”

“I like you in any position, begging for me”

“The way you face fuck me…”

“…oooh when I can’t tell if it’s spit or my cum or shower water…”

“Getting clean is always such a dirty task”

“Oooh baby” I hear him moan.

“Yes baby, my fingers in my cunt, my lips at your base, in your pubes, steam building up in a hot shower, you gripping my chin thrusting away”

“Down your throat, good thing you had your tonsils taken out, they’d be so swollen” as this conversation goes on, I’ve starting pleasuring my clit, I’ve not used my vibrator yet I think I will need that when the call ends.

“Marcus, tell me I’m a good girl”

“No…” he’s panting”you so naughty, good girls wouldn’t be masturbating on the phone”

“& what does that make you…?” I gasp, arousal is seeping.

“A very bad boy, a bad boy who wants to get on the next flight & wishing his penis was satisfying you instead.”

We moan down the phone at each other getting off to each others seduction.

“I need your mouth”

“So do I”

“69?”

“Oooh baby i’ll get on a plane to you”

“Naked?”

“If it meant quicker pleasure yes”

Eventually we both finish out sexual discussion. For a man who was shy to start with Marcus got into it. He screamed my name as he obviously climaxed & spilled into his hand.

“I think I need a shower” he says breathily “I’ve made a right mess”

“Hmmm” I reply back, I’m contemplating do I clean my teeth now or do I hang up & use the vibrator. “I’m so glad you got into that Marcus”

“I am too, we should try that again sometime”

“Maybe next time we do face time in”

“& me see your pussy gushing without me being able to taste it?” He scoffs “that’s not playing fair.”

“Well finish this case quickly & you can come home for all the shower sex in the world.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that sexy” I know the face he’s pulling even without seeing it it’s a soft but sexy smirk.

“I’m gonna go clean my teeth & actually go to bed now Marcus” I say “thank you for everything baby”

“For once I’m gonna ask you to spit not swallow, it’s not my cum that will be foaming at your lips” I gasp. Marcus finally got my line from earlier.

“I only swallow what’s good for me”

“Oooh you’re so good being bad”

“Night Marcus I love you”

“Not as much as I love you”

Yea that was a fabulous time on the phone to my Marcus. Someone so shy then got so into being so naughty. & I think I unlocked a sexual beast, because once my teeth were clean there was a text on my phone. An encrypted video. With a message underneath.

“Because your vibrator won’t be enough” & the video in question was Marcus handling his throbbing penis, angry & wanting to be buried somewhere soft & warm. It gets me off on both Saturday night & Sunday morning.

April

[toffyrats]

country/city boy javid for @the-woild-is-y-erster :3

i took some creative liberties and made it a college au bc i can. i think it still works. plus for some reason i was imagining uksies javid but u can imagine whatever ver u want

anyhoo i’m also still in high school so just assume i barely know shit abt how college actually works

so. yeah enjoy

david sat on his bed, staring at the wall and picking at his nails nervously. his roommate was supposed to be here around twenty minutes ago, and his phone battery had run out waiting. he glanced around the room, looking for something to do. he could explore the dorm building, but he wanted to be here when his randomly selected roommate came in. 

     almost all of his books were downloaded on his phone, which at the moment was in the middle of the room, charging painstakingly slowly. 

     david sighed and stood up, cracking his back with his palms. fine, you know what, i’m just going to walk around a little bit, it can’t hurt. right when he was about to open the door, it slammed open, and a flustered-looking boy stood in its place. 

     the newcomer jumped backwards, shocked, before sighing and relaxing a little. “damn, you scared the crap outta me,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

     “…sorry,” david managed after a pause, stepping aside so the other boy could get inside. 

     “s’alright. i’m jack, by the way.” the boy- jack- edged his way into the dorm, bringing his suitcase along with him. 

     “david.” david was a little overwhelmed by all this- not completely because of how rushed his new roommate seemed- and somehow, was still twenty minutes late- but because of how downright gorgeous he was. dark hair, brown eyes, shorter than david by a decently large amount-

     “nice ta meetcha, davey.” jack’s voice interrupted david’s thoughts, and in turn reminded him to stop being so gay for once.

     wait- ‘davey?’ where’d he get that from? 

     there was a few minutes of silence as jack started unpacking. 

     “where ya from, then? ‘round here?” jack asked finally from over his shoulder. 

     “manhattan,” david hummed, barely paying attention. “so- i mean- yeah, around here.”

     jack whistled, starting to fill the drawers on his side of the room. 

     “is that news?” david asked, flopping down on his bed.

     “is to me. i’m from new mexico.”

     “long flight,” david replied, his voice betraying his surprise. then again, he had assumed jack lived far away- his voice had a hint of a southern accent, and david didn’t think he would’ve been so late if he lived right down the road. 

     “yeah. s’alright, jus’ a little jetlagged. i drove, actually.” jack turned and shot a bright smile over at david, whose face flushed at just the small gesture. he hoped to god jack didn’t notice. 

     “this is my first time ever leavin’ the south. what’s it like in new york?” jack turned back to his suitcase and finished up filling the drawers, turning instead to his bed. 

     “uh. loud,” david answered weakly. “busy. can you see the stars in the south?” he asked, flipping over to face jack and hanging his head off the side of the mattress so he was upside down. 

     jack nodded. “all the time. millions of ‘em, pretty much anywhere there’s sky- ‘cept for the small city here an’ there.” he sat down on his newly made bed and snorted at david’s new position. “why’re you layin’ like that?” he asked, snickering.

     a light blush crept onto david’s cheeks, his brow furrowing, “is it bothering you somehow?” he mumbled.

     “naw, it’s fine, just funny.” jack laughed, laying back on his bed. “you’re turnin’ so red-all the blood rushin’ to ya head.”

     that’s not why, david thought, but bit his tongue and tried to change the subject. “what’re you majoring in?” he settled on asking. 

     “art,” jack said simply, “you?” 

     “computer science,” david answered, sitting up on the bed- his head actually was starting to hurt now. 

     “huh. what’s that involve?” jack asked, his voice curious. 

     “uh- coding, design, little bit of engineering, a pretty good bit of math…”

     jack groaned. “i hate math. that was the only class i failed in high school.” his tone made david think it wasn’t the only class.

     “how old are you?” he wanted to slap himself for asking. but per his overly nosy nature, he had to know.

     “‘re you suggestin’ i got held back?” jack lifted his head and glared daggers in david’s general direction. “because i did,” he finished after a moment of david stressing and trying desperately to figure out what to say. jack burst out laughing, david staring at him, dumbfounded. “i’m 19,” he added when he finally pulled himself together.

     “an old man, i see.” david fought a smile. 

     “what are you, 11?” jack let out another beautiful laugh- not that david thought he was beautiful or anything. “c’mon, you gotta be at least 18.”

     “i am. you’re gonna be 20 this year though, right? so, you’re old.” david shot jack a shit-eating grin as he finished.

     “shut up,” jack grumbled, waving david off. “he crack i heard goin’ down the hallway was probably your back or somethin’.”

     david’s eyes widened. “you heard that??” he near shouted.

     jack doubled over laughing, grabbing the headboard of his bed to keep from falling off. “that- that was your back, wasn’t it!?”

     “of course it was my back!” david’s jaw was on the floor, and his face was turning a darker red by the second. 

     jack wiped tears from his eyes, still laughing. 

     a smile crept onto david’s face as he stared gazed civilly and heterosexually at the other boy, his face beginning to get red for an entirely different reason. with a roomate this gorgeou- enthusiastic, maybe this year is looking up. 

I HOPE U ENJOYED 🙏🙏🙏 just know i will almost always accept writing requests so ,,, yk if ya want,,,

it kinda ended weirdly but. yeah

[snailor-bee]

Stay with Me, Sway with Me

Finally posting this on Tumblr for @cebwrites! <3 We did a trade ages ago and he was kind enough to wait a while for my school semester to end and for me to get some other stuff done. ;o; His art was AMAZING and I super loved it. I hope this was worth the wait!

Law x M!OC / SFW  / 2.8k Summary: Law's not having a great time. Kirin makes it better. (Maybe? Kind of.) Notes: He/they for Law.

Law watched the gathered mass of not only his own crew but Kirin’s as well. Somehow they’d just ‘happened’ to meet up, again .

Randomly. With no previous agreement.

In the middle of the ocean.

After their so-called ‘guests’ left he’d go through his crew and try to figure out the traitors among them but Law knew already—a headache building behind their temples—that it was a fool’s errand. The two crews had become, he shuddered to think about it, friendly and none of their glares would break anyone, he’d come to find out. Not even Bepo.

Annoying. Everything about it was just so annoying .

Gold eyes scanned the crowd, the music thumping uncomfortably in his ears. The lounge on the Tang wasn’t really built for this but people were making it work as best they could, bodies squeezed in too closely together. At least it was slightly less packed than it had been at the start, as people split off together to squirrel away in more private areas of the sub, or perhaps back to the ship that was tethered to the Polar Tang, both bobbling harmlessly on calm seas.

A sitting duck for any passing enemies.

Law hutched into themselves closer, scowling at anything that came into his peripheries.

The scowl didn’t scare off the one person he really, really didn’t want to see.

“Law!” Kirin’s voice yelled over the music, throwing a thick arm around their shoulders as he collapsed into Law’s side. “How you doin’?”

“Denki-ya,” he greeted, gritting his teeth. “Waiting for your crew to leave. Hasn’t it been long enough already?”

Frustratingly, that seemed only to make the silver-haired man laugh.

Law didn’t think about the fact that it might be a nice sounding laugh, especially not when he threw his head back, offering an attractive view of the curve of his throat, allowing their eyes to follow the line of it down into a well-defined chest that was struggling within the confines of a tight low-cut shirt.  

No, no, definitely not.

“Oh, come on! We’re having fun!” The smirk Kirin shot him simply made them scowl even harder. “It’s team building or whatever.”

“We’re not a team ,” Law hissed. “We’re not on the same crew or even allies.”

Kirin just smiled back passively. He was still plastered against Law’s side, the heat settling uncomfortably against their skin, adding to the overall heat of the room. He felt sweat begin to form at his temples.

“Aw, come on captain!” Ikkaku’s voice interjected, sounding gleeful. “Play nice! We’re just here to have a good time, make some friends.”

“Here for a good time, not a long time!” Penguin agreed with relish and the two thumped their drinks together, causing ale to cascade down the edges and land with a splatter on the ground between them.

Law was exceedingly thankful he was captain and therefore exempt from swabbing. They didn’t think his blood pressure could survive the incurring wrath from cleaning after his drunken crew and their friends .

“I’m not interested,” he said, finally shoving off Kirin’s arm. The man just leaned back a bit, hands held up. Law’s eyebrow twitched when they realized that Kirin’s leg was still plastered against the side of his.

“By the way, Kirin,” Ikkaku and light gold eyes slide away from his own to look at her, one white eyebrow raising in silence question. “Is it true that you pranked Penguin and Shachi?”

Immediately, Penguin started sputtering as Kirin laughed again. “Sure did!”

“Spill!” Ikkaku demanded, a hand in Penguin’s face, holding him back as he tried to protest.

Law was definitely not sulking between them, as they talked back and forth over his head.

They crossed his arms, wishing he had Kikoku to have something to do with their hands, but his sword had been swiped from him almost immediately as soon as the party started.  

Feeling like he’d been left out of the conversation long enough, idly listening to the prank that Kirin had managed to pull off with a few of his crewmembers, Law straightened out of their slouch, a smirk playing on their face.

“I can't imagine what poor woman would end up subjected to your shenanigans whenever you get a girlfriend, Denki-ya,” he said, once the story had been finished and Ikkaku had been left laughing clutching at her gut while Penguin moaned with embarrassment.

There was a lengthy pause, and Ikkaku’s laughter abruptly cut off. Uneasy, Law shifted in his spot. What was the awkward silence for?

Kirin’s face pulled up into a lazy smirk, a challenge glimmering in his eyes. “You’re probably not wrong. I do prefer men though, captain.” He shot Law a wink before standing and sauntering away, his heeled boots putting a sway in his step as he went off to bother someone else.

Ikkaku and Penguin were both looking at them with twin stares of disbelief.

“What?” they asked with annoyance, not quite understanding why he felt mildly embarrassed.

“That was real smooth, captain,” Ikkaku said with a snort.

Penguin nodded in agreement. “You gotta step up your flirting game.”

“My what ,” they hissed before looking around anxiously, suddenly concerned someone might be listening in. “I’m not flirting what gave you that impression?”

Ikkaku’s eyebrows rose with mock disbelief. “Uh, he literally had his arm around you the entire time you guys were sitting here?”

“I shoved it off.”

She snorted. “After an extraordinarily long time for you.”

“And you didn’t move away! You guys were like, plastered together,” Penguin added.

“It’s a small couch.”

By this point, Penguin started snickering and Law leaned forward with a pained groan, burying their face into their hands.

He could sense the two of them gearing up to tease even more so he muttered just loud enough to be heard, “One more word and I’m throwing you both overboard.”

“Come on,” Ikkaku said with glee, “let’s leave the captain I think they need to work some stuff out.”

Law almost protested that he did not but the butterflies in their stomach said otherwise, as well as the heat that was expanding down the back of his neck, which only happened when they were embarrassed.

Oh, they were fucked, oh so fucked. He’d written Kirin off as unavailable in his mind and now? Now they weren’t sure what to do with the information that not only was Kirin available but also faced with that knowledge, he was seemingly extremely interested.

Fuck.

They tracked Kirin’s movement as the other man flittered about the room, joining in various groups to talk and at some points getting pulled into a dance either with a partner or a group of wiggling bodies in a semi-circle.

A plan was starting to form in his head.

It was stupid, they really shouldn’t but even if on the inside, Law was an awkward, anxious mess and his crew made fun of him for it, on the outside with others people saw him as a sarcastic, hard-edged captain.

The Surgeon of Death didn’t mean much to him, other people assigned them that name, but Law bristled at being made fun of. He wanted to have the last word whenever possible.

So. The plan.

Briefly, they spoke with the so-called DJ of the group before making his way through the gathered crowd. There was a sort of make-shift dancefloor in the middle, but Law paid it no mind. His eyes were lasered focused on one individual.

Heart beating so loud in his ears, they could hardly hear the thumping of the music, he swallowed, their throat a desert.

“Denki-ya,” he greeted coolly, coming up to his side. The other man was taller than him by a few inches and with his heeled boots that difference was even greater as Kirin turned and raised an interested eyebrow.

“Captain,” he greeted back with a small smirk. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Law bit back a growl. He straightened instead and held out one hand, their yellow nails flashing briefly in the light. They were vaguely sweaty and hoped Kirin wouldn’t notice. Instantly, all their previous planning went out the window, and mind blank they blurted a tense, “Dance with me.”

Fuck. He’d meant it more as a question.

Lucky, Kirin’s expression dropped into a brief look of surprise before it cleared out into what could only be described as hungry .

“Oh, I’d love to,” he purred, grabbing Law’s outstretched hand.

He’d planned it perfectly, (thank god , some small part of himself exclaimed with relief) the last notes of the previous song fading away as they pulled Kirina into the middle of the dancefloor, shipmates clearing out a space for them.

When the instruments start, Law is rewarded with a wide smile from Kirin. Not a grin, not a smirk, an honest-to-goodness smile . It makes their heartbeat quicken even more, which considering the fact that they can feel his heartbeat in his ears is saying something.

Rusty old lessons come to the forefront and Law arranges his hand on Kirin’s waist. It should be silly, them taking the lead like this but Kirin doesn’t comment just grabs onto Law’s other hand, while the other comes up to rest on Law’s shoulder.

When marimba rhythms start to playDance with me, make me sway

Once the singing began, Law pushed out with one foot. Kirin easily popped back his own, making Law realize that the other man had experience dancing, as he followed Law’s lead effortlessly, his eyes never leaving Law’s, gold on gold sparking between them. That was fine, made it easier on Law, to be honest. But the rush of competition started to echo, and everything faded away. Leaving Law with eyes only for Kirin and surprising him for once.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shoreHold me close, sway me more

Pushing out with the hand on Kirin’s waist, he went easily, and they dance around the room as Kirin made faces to the crowd, clearly having a good time. With a chuckle, Law reached out for him and Kirin grabbed his other hand.

Using them he spun Kirin until he was facing away from Law, raising both their arms in the process. Their hands swapped before Law guided them back down, before he started walking to the side, Kirin following their lead. The other man popped his hips and made a show of it.

Like a flower bending in the breezeBend with me, sway with ease

Distantly, Law registered that there was cheering but nothing else existed in this moment but them, Kirin and himself. The feeling of Kirin’s body dancing around his, bending so perfectly around each other.

When we dance, you have a way with meStay with me, sway with me

They fumbled a few times, Law unused to dancing after so many years. Still, he was grateful to his parents for insisting in this moment. He remembered years of protests at the lessons, thinking they were useless. Even watching his parents dance around the living room, so in love, their bodies swaying together close until they broke apart, creating music with their bodies dancing alone but still somehow together, the beat and their steps in sync even if they weren't touching. They always seemed to know where the other was, finding each other again effortlessly, swaying together once more. 

Even that hadn't changed their mind. 

Now, they can see the point. How electrifying it was to dance with someone. How all of your attention got absorbed into your partner until they were the only thing you could see, the only thing you could feel.

Other dancers may be on the floorDear, but my eyes will see only you

One of Kirin’s hands buried itself into the back of their hair, their hand doing the same for him. They were close, gaze locked on each other, circling each other. Everything seemed to be going too fast and yet somehow not fast enough. The intensity between them was a heady, weighted thing.

Only you have that magic techniqueWhen we sway, I go weak

“I didn’t know you could dance,” Kirin said with a smile. Each press of his hands on Law’s body felt like a brand, burning long after the other man moved away.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

Kirin laughed, panting a bit by now, though Law wasn’t fairing any better. “Ooooh, cryptic.”

Law didn’t bother with a reply as they spun him out. When Kirin came back, he cocked his head in a way that looked tantalizing, and Law was positive he knew that, the bastard.

“I’d like to,” Kirin said. “You’re just full of surprises, captain.”

The music swelled and Kirin’s hands grabbed the back of his neck and theirs automatically went for his waist. Kirin popped his upper body back, one knee coming up to make a great arch of his body and Law took on his weight, oopf ing quietly under his breath as the last note faded and they pulled Kirin back up straight.

They were allowed enough time for their eyes to meet and exchange smiles before they were rushed by their respective crews.

Immediately, Law’s shoulders went up as a crowd formed around them, voices overlapping as they demanded to know where that came from.

Something like an itch they couldn’t scratch lit up in his mind and over their body. Hastily, Law backed up from the crowd and made his escape. This time no one stopped them as he made their way through the sub, far, far away from the party.

Once they found a silent corridor, he leaned against the bulkhead, squatting enough to hang his head in between their knees and breathe out slowly.

He sometimes got like this. Law hated crowds and large gatherings. After a certain point everything just started… rubbing him the wrong way. He itched, his anxiety started spiking and he just wanted to leave .

Disappointing that it hit right after the dance though… he’d been hoping to see more of Kirin’s reaction.

Oh well. They sighed.

Hearing the sound of clicking echoing through the otherwise quiet hall made their hackles rise. They peeked around the corner to see long legs covered in black and white, cutouts going attractively down the sides, showing off peeks of skin. Oh. He knew who those belonged to. And looking up, they weren’t disappointed to see Kirin looking down at them, hands on his hips.

“Hey you,” Kirin greeted and Law immediately scowled. The other man laughed before coming around the corner and leaning against the wall next to Law. He left enough of a space between them that they weren’t touching.

“What do you want,” Law said flatly.

“Ohhh, nothing much. You ran off so suddenly after our dance though! I just wanted to make sure I didn’t scare you off.”

Law hutched his shoulders. “You didn’t.”

Kirin hummed. “That’s good.”

A quiet descended over them.

“Look…” Kirin started slowly, Law trained their eyes at the floor. “I meant what I said before, about wanting to know you better. I know you’re all like—” Law peeked up just in time to see the man do a sort of lofty hand wave “—prickly and stuff about things. But you can be surprisingly cool when you wanna be. And I’d like to have another dance sometime.”

“’Surprisingly cool’?” Law repeated with disbelief, gaping up at the other man. Kirin just giggled.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Come’re, let’s get you off the floor.” He held out a hand for Law. They stared at it for a moment before reaching out to take it, and Kirin easily pulled them up onto their feet.

Kirin started brushing him off, twisting and pulling at Law into different angles for him. Law was surprised at himself that they allowed it.

Once the other man deemed him suitably cleaned, Kirin patted both shoulders with his hands then left them there. “Say, at the next island we’re both at, how about we dance again?”

Law scrunched up his nose, thinking about their crews bomb-rushing them again after the fact. Kirin laughed at his expression before leaning in close to whisper confidingly, “It can just be us.”

They couldn’t help it, he blushed. Kirin just smiled and didn’t use it as an excuse to tease (for once).

“Sure,” Law found himself agreeing.

“Great!!” Kirin’s hands tightened on their shoulders before he leaned in and pressed a fast kiss to the corner of Law’s lips. “I’m looking forward to it. Make sure you come up with new ways to surprise me, hm?” Then he winked before releasing Law and walking away, the line of his body nothing but graceful as his hips swayed with the motion.

Law swallowed hard, heart suddenly in his throat. They pulled down their hat to cover his eyes as they felt his face flush up even more.

The man was going to be the death of them, they were sure of it. 

[larcenywrites]

that pic of rdj doing his wing chun moves on the red carpet makes me think that tony'd probably know wing chun and many kinds of other martial arts and whatnot and he'd always be doing those moves around the house. and sometimes he would even try to teach you some moves and he'd totally let you win your little wing chun playful fights lol or he'd just come up to you randomly and start doing the moves on you (not seriously ofc, just pretending to hit you) and eventually he just throws you over his shoulder and throws you on the bed/couch and starts cheering with his hands up as if he's just won like a big UFC fight. he's an idiot but at least he's your idiot <3

Oh young Tony would do this too, except he doesn’t actually know any real moves 😔 but Tony definitely knows at least some martial arts etc, considering who he works with and what he does! Maybe he can even teach you some self defense if you don’t already know things like that! Given that he doesn’t wanna end up play wrestling instead in the hopes you’ll let him have some nice floor sex 😏

At my uni we had a requirement where we had to take certain types of physical education classes and some of them were like self defense, karate, etc, and it has me thinking that it would be funny if young!Tony didn’t take a class like that but you are, and he’s busy doing fake hand movements and is like show me what you got 😈👊✋and then you just sweep him to the floor in the middle of the living room 😩

[wroteonedad]

Sims 2 DS Is GOATED

Just before Christmas, I decided to purchase a 2DS. A pink one to be exact, I've been looking for one in pink for what felt like the longest time. I thought most of the other colour combinations of the 2DS weren't cute, but the pink one??? Slay. I bought it for two reasons. The first reason being my beloved DSi that I've had for 12 years finally decided to pass away and never turn on again and secondly because I never got to play the 3D games that came out because I never had the model. This console was on Facebook Marketplace for a mere £30 and so I bought it. Though it was a little embarrassing because I sent my grandparents to collect it for me and I got a message from the lady that said 'I hope your daughter uses it more than mine.' It's me, I am the daughter. But since I got the 2DS, I've been spending some time playing my old DS games, and I can't get over how good Sims 2 actually was. The card stopped reading in my DSi and I thought that meant I was going to have to go and buy another game, but thankfully it was just the console itself.

Here's how the story of Sims 2 DS goes because it's nothing like the life simulation game we're used to on PC and other consoles. Your car breaks down in this dead end village, you run a few errands and suddenly you find out the old hotel manager has conveniently just walked out and alas you are left to run this hotel and get to know the people of Strangetown.

After you've built a casino aka the first room you need in your hotel and killed Emperor Xizzle by spraying water on him, you start earning money to build more rooms in your hotel. These include lounges to go DJ mode, a gym where you can tan until you become a different race ??? the art gallery where you can paint to your hearts content and learn whether or not your work is garbage or if you've just created your magnum opus. My personal favourite room has to be the secret warehouse purely on the grounds that you walk into there and Bigfoot is living in there. All you need to do is feed my man every day until he becomes your best friend and then he leaves the basement and sort of just resides somewhere in your hotel until the end of time. The entire hotel is like a giant tardis, the size of this hotel from the inside simply is not correct if you are looking at it from the outside.

Some of the music is really creepy. I remember being scared to leave my hotel to defeat the aliens in the square just because of the alien song that plays and how the game drops to 2 framerates per second. Seriously. This was the same with the goons and the sudden robot invasions that would happen. You couldn't make up how insane this game was. I want to know what the game developers were on when they created this game and the narrative because I want what they're having. The game almost felt creepy and eerie. How was the town full of NPCs but how did the town look empty the whole time? Why was I completing a mission for a creepy mobster who wanted me to plant a bomb in the town hall? And why can you dig up alien mummies in the desert and then perform surgeries on them in your government base room that is just placed randomly in the basement of your hotel? To add to this, how did this small little town come to light when it is literally smack bang in the middle of this endless desert, and people never leave. You check them into your hotel, they check out say 2 days later and then you come back to your hotel lobby to find that they are there all over again. I can't say I blame these Sims for going insane, pissing on the floor and wallowing in pity all the time, I would be too if that was real. Your Sim also runs off a sanity meter which runs down depending on environment and needs. If this sanity bar is empty then your Sim seems to have a nervous breakdown and ends up waking up in the manager's suite in a vegetative state. They would hobble around for a little bit before going back to normal again.

Let's discuss notable characters, briefly and efferently.

Emperor Xizzle. This little alien that lives somewhere deep in the desert wants to take over the hotel, who knows why. He likes to invade the town square and sometimes will kidnap your Sim. All in all a weird guy.

Lord Mole. I'm in the middle of replaying the game at the moment and so I don't quite remember his full story, but I really wish that he would stop chewing at my powerlines. Prior to his storyline I feel like this guy probably lived in the walls.

Ava Cadavra. Thanks to this little lady, I had Prime Heifer in my basement and half of my hotel guests hypnotised. She wears a rotten egg coloured lipstick which says it all about what type of a person she is.

Horus Menhoset IX. Dug a mummy up in the desert after receiving an anonymous text to tell me about the dark evil in the town and it was this guy. Insane.

Optimum Alfred. Some big robot who was obsessed with cleaning but who was also plotting to mass murder everyone in the town. I am still unclear as to where this maniac spawned from in the first place. I was also given the Ratcave soon after he took over the penthouse so now my Sim gets to karate chop robots and goons ????

Tristan Legend. His girlfriend was literally taken away by scorpions so he chose to catch a meteorite in his bare hands to help him cope. I've seen a lot of mental illness in my time, but this has to be the cherry on top really.

Every character in this game is ultimately insane, from burning your paintings when they're in a bad mood to getting upset from a ghost spawned into the hotel lobby. The glitches, my 13th reason was when Honest Jackson straight up glitched in the game not long after the arrival of Ava and has not returned to the town hall since despite him saying that he is still there. Also, it is very weird that I can walk around the town and pick up nuclear fuel rods with my bare hands, that doesn't sound safe does it? This game is truly terrifying and for that reason I can't stop playing it.

Here's a fun link to Reddit where they speak about the creepy lore of the game and lastly, a link to the games night time music which is sort of fun and soothing, but also really eerie simultaneously.

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KLO chapters 9 & 10

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Chapter 9

This place is … honestly? It puts my house to shame. Two leather sofas. A glass table with some sculpture thing in the middle. Neat stacks of magazines and, of course, art on the walls. It smells great too. A little lemony and floral. Shiny hardwood floors. Can I move in here?

Why does he work at the grocery store if he’s making enough money to support this?

“If you can afford all of this stuff, selling your art, then … why can’t you just give your dad money? Help out the grocery store’s financial situation?”

Really? That’s the question that you’re asking? And not why he’s doing a job that he hates so much?

“Dream about something you’d like to do tomorrow. When you wake up in the morning, tell me what it is.”

Chapter 9 summary: As promised, Cash takes Lilla dancing. She’s a little self-conscious when she realises that he meant in a club/bar, but he’s quick to remind her that everybody will be too drunk to care or remember. Inside, she ends up drinking a lot, despite telling the readers that she’s a bit of a lightweight. But it does help her to loosen up and actually have fun.

But she’s really drunk, so Cash takes her to his home. He’s apparently doing quite well for himself, selling his paintings and what-have-you. He insists that he can’t help his father out of the debt the store is in… But never once addresses why he’s working at the store in the first place. 

However, when it comes to the actual sex… Cash tells her that she’s drunk. So he’s going to have an affair with a married woman, but draws the line when she’s too drunk to consent? Sure buddy. 

Chapter 10

PART TWO CASH

Did we need a POV switch?

I want to knock her love out.

Yeah, hi. What the fuck does this mean?

“Can I hide here?” She looks over her shoulder. “My stalker is following me.” 

I swing the door closed. “What stalker?”

“This guy Joseph. He keeps following me. Sending me messages online. Posting on my Facebook wall his love and devotion. Changing his status to read he’s married to me. It’s damn creepy.” 

My fucking head throbs. “I thought girls loved that shit?”

Literally no girl in the history of ever wants this. 

“How about coming up to a girl and just plain asking! I’m so scared to go home. What if he follows me? What if he has a shrine in my honor that he prays to every night, Cash? What if he has skins of other women he has mutilated that he drapes over his body, using them like last year’s Versace? What if!” 

“Do you realize how crazy you sound, Georgia? And no offense, but you’re not really that interesting. If I was going to stalk someone, I think I’d choose a chick who is at least mildly amusing.” 

You do realise that people who are mentally ill enough to start stalking women are exactly that? Mentally ill? 

Simply because Cash doesn’t find Georgia interesting doesn’t mean that her stalker doesn’t. 

“I didn’t think I’d feel guilty,” she whispers. 

“What did you think you’d feel?” 

“I don’t know. Better? Like I proved something? I just feel like shit.”

This should be the point where she realises that having sex with random men isn’t going to magically fix her. That the solution to her problem with Adam rests in divorcing him, not having a string of affairs. 

Highlighted cheeks turning crimson as she silently remembers where all these designs came from. How they came to be. Adam at the back of her thought process.

“You.” As intended.

Chapter 10 summary: We randomly switch over to Cash’s POV for this. He is standing over her as she sleeps, painting. She wakes up, and then they finally fuck… but most of it is a fade-to-black.

Instead, we skip over to later the next morning, when Cash’s neighbour starts to pound on his door. She begs for Cash to hide her from a stalker, but Cash finds that she’s hysterical and doesn’t believe her. The entire thing is beyond shitty, but whatever. Lilla comes out, and Georgia warns her away from Cash. 

After kicking Georgia out, he makes coffee for Lilla. She’s really quiet, and he demands that she actually speak with him… Because that’s what people in a healthy relationship do: talk to one another. She confesses that she feels guilty, and her problems aren’t magically solved. 

[pomrania]

I like the title font, it feels right for the vibe of the rest of the "cover", like a decades-old dark-fantasy book; only problem is how it blends into the building-thingy on the left of the image, but that could be easily fixed with just having it outlined in black or something.

...I need to figure out how to draw muppets, one of these days.

I notice "additional writing" has "TBA" there; assuming I'm correct in that it means "to be announced", if this is the Popular Occult Blogger I'm thinking of, are you just waiting until their stuff is all written up so it can be included in the thing, instead of lorem ipsum?

...I literally just noticed now (despite all the drillions of times I've gone over your game texts like this), that not only is the Penguin King Games logo a chess piece (already knew, and I approve of it, it looks nice), but I realized that I don't actually KNOW if it's the "king" piece. I mean I ASSUME it is, but I am Bad at chess -- it works in angles that don't mesh with my brain's geometry -- so I'm not really familiar with what the pieces look like.

Under "what you'll need", there's mild ambiguity as to whether the "per person" applies just to the tokens, or also to the dice. I don't think it's likely to be a PROBLEM for the type of people who'd play this, since they likely have a dice collection already, and/or regularly use online dice rollers; but yeah.

...I kind of want to do up a table now, that takes "value of the Facet" and "number of dice rolled", and gives the percentage change of success; but not only do I have other things I wanted to do this month, I think it might be against the spirit of the game (where you just barge ahead and do dumb stuff and cause problems on purpose and inevitably survive).

Hm, I can't remember if "generate a total" actually was used here or not; I'm ASSUMING it was, because why else would you put an explanation of it here, but that's not actually knowing. Guess I'll find out as I go along. [They're mentioned under "randomly generating your height and weight".]

ARE there still tables with 61-66 left blank.... [I did not see any; there’s just that one “traits” thing left blank, so you can remove that “roll a d5 if possible” bit.]

I see you'd renamed something to "Dizzying Display"; good choice.

...I don't actually know what "langorous" means; I think it's the same root word as "languid", but I barely know what THAT means either -- I know some phrases that include it, but yeah -- so time to look it up. Got it now. Yeah, that fits; it might not be the MOST common definition, but it's well within acceptable bounds of when one's striving for alliteration.

Oh, you've added a water-blast to Amphibious! Cool.

Under "Cunning Crafter", "and even call small objects made of it to your hand from Touch range" feels awkward, but I can't say there's anything WRONG with it.

"Dexterous Digits" feels like it's lacking something, in comparison to the others so far, but I can't say that it's incomplete; maybe it's just the rhythm break, of that entry being shorter.

...is there a synonym for "stinky" that begins with L? I can't imagine there's a common one, otherwise you'd have already put it there, under "dizzying display"; but I WANT there to be one. Failing that, I'm just going to imagine it says "lstinky".

Under "Superior Sense", my preference would be to put the final bracket within the sentence.

Under "playing your facets", it doesn't make sense to me that "unusually low/high" is "all the possible values that aren't in the exact middle"; "unusually low/high" would be 3 or 7; 4 or 6 is just "low/high".

For the Art of Autonomy, can you just open stuff for other people, or do you have to actually go through the thing yourself? Like, can you touch a safe "okay it's unlocked now, have fun" or do you have to be the one who opens the safe? Actually, does something only count as a "barred portal" if it's intended to prevent a person from going from A to B, or would a locked box count?

Hm, "seven heartbeats" is a bit of an odd time measurement, under the Art of Conveyance; why was that chosen? Is it because it feels right thematically, or is it a reference to something? [“Seven” comes up regularly in the other Arts, so I get that bit; but why “heartbeats” and not “seconds”.]

Under "Making Tests" and "Choosing a Facet", plurality mismatch: "correspond to a particular approaches".

IS there something that would modify the Stress Limit? Vague idea it might be under levelling up, but not sure. [Yeah that’s it.]

Typo under "Effect", "towards the its goal".

Typo under "Complications", "not spent in ths way".

Under 'Reversal', I think "rewritten" is a valid word, so was there a specific reason to use "re-written" instead?

"Their actions succeed or fail as the GM sees fit; if the players disagree, they can call for a test to put a stop to it", I just really love this okay.

The next revision of the playtest draft for Eat God is now up. This version includes all of the missing rules from the previous version – advancement, Progress and Calamity Clocks, etc. – as well as numerous expansions and clarifications; the game is now considered feature-complete, though it still needs worked examples, pre-made scenarios, and a whole pile of Big Stupid Tables™.

The most noteworthy addition to this draft, however, is (mostly) complete character creation rules. All but one of the remaining blanks have been filled in, and many Traits have been revised to make them more flexible and add a few interesting new rules toys. You can more easily stat up horrible little gargoyles, there's a little something for the hypno kink crowd, and also you can be a (very small) werewolf now.

(The one remaining blank alluded to above with that "mostly" is the 36th Trait, which I'm leaving off for now because I can't decide exactly what to slot in there and I don't want to spin my wheels on that any longer; for now it just reads "reroll".)

Last but not least, Eat God now has a cover illustration, thanks to the very talented @magpiemalarkey. We decided to be forthright about the game's inspirations; for legal reasons, the depicted characters are not Muppets. (To be clear, only the illustration is their work; the text design for the game's title is a placeholder I threw together myself using a commercial font, so don't blame them for that part.)

As always, questions, criticisms, and bizarre rants are welcome – and if you'd like to give it a spin but don't have a group, character creation is its own little self-contained minigame, and all you need is six-sided dice to give it a try; feel free to post your creations in the notes!

You can find the latest revision at the links above, or below:

https://penguinking.com/eat-god/

[idontplaytrack]

janis is being really mean (like ex regina style mean) to her friends and no one knows why and one day she goes to far and gets yelled at and than she breaks down and regina is her gf and is like wth is goiing on, Janis breaks down and tells her than she has to apologize to her friends.

✧ Do you see me?

Janis 'Imi'ike x Regina George

Warnings: coarse language, angst, implied attempt

They all knew Janis was unafraid to speak her mind, but then things get out of hand and the reason had to be coaxed out by Regina

"Hey, you." Regina came up behind Janis and kissed her on the cheek. Janis froze, or flinched, Regina wasn't sure. But something out of the ordinary happened.

"You okay?" Regina asks in a quiet voice, obviously concerned.

Janis gave her nothing but a shrug before she proceeded to open up her locker to retrieve a textbook.

Regina wasn’t too convinced but let it slide. Then they went about their days like this brief conversation never happened. All was seemingly…fine until lunch when the whole group was sat together for the break. Aaron said some stupid joke that made everyone laugh— everyone but Janis. Then Karen teased her for being unamused, so Janis got pissed, in seconds. She stabs her fork into the food and was gripping onto it so hard, the plastic utensil easily broke into two.

Everyone saw it, everyone reacted— some more than others. Regina tried to stay nonchalant about it but her worry was steadily growing. Three days in a row something like this has happened now. And as reckless and well— extroverted as Janis tended to be usually, nothing worried the blonde more than when Janis was quiet. 

After the day at school ended, Regina drove Janis home, but Regina doesn’t just leaves. She follows Janis into the garage. The Hawaiian doesn’t object, but Regina was doubtful that she even knew that she was right behind her.

“Janis, will you talk to me, please?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s just stress.” Janis answered curtly, dropping her backpack with a thud. 

“About?” Regina pressed. 

Janis snaps, “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Regina flinched, startled by the tone. Yes, Regina got scared by the tone. Janis ignored her from that point on, changing into comfy clothes then just crawled into her bed and slept. Regina hung around for a bit then left, defeated. Closing the garage door, she was met with Janis’ dad in the driveway. “Mr. ‘Imi’ike, hi. I was just dropping Janis off.” 

“Hi, Regina.” The man gave her a kind smile, he was always happy to see her. The guy didn’t have a single mean bone in his body— he was too nice. Even after knowing what Regina did to his daughter in middle school. He said he believes that everyone has a reason for why they act differently, as long as they were willing to admit that and change…all was good. And so Regina fought the urge to ask him directly if Janis was okay. It’s only been a few days, right? Maybe it was just PMS. That wasn’t unusual. 

“See you tomorrow.” Mr. ‘Imi’ike chuckles, “Drive safe, stinker.” 

Regina shook her head in disbelief and guffaws. That nickname, from years ago. He randomly started to use it for Regina one day and it just stuck. Janis was ‘peanut’ — even till today, her Dad still called her that. Regina thought it was cute.

As Regina drove off, Mr. ‘Imi’ike enters the garage after knocking on the door. “Hi, peanut.” He poked his head in, “Do you want to have lunch with your —”

“No.” Janis answered quickly, “Not happening.” 

“Okay.” He nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to ask her that, he was forced to.

“Could you just bring it in here for me?” Janis requested, “Please?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Her Dad agreed, “I’ll be right back.”

Janis moves over to her desk in the meantime, diving right back into working on her art pieces. Art pieces, plural. She’d been busy with a few of them to make the deadline of a portfolio submission for one of her dream schools. She hears two voices in the house, which had only become a thing lately. Janis cringes, she hates it when they are like that— squabbling. Mr. ‘Imi’ike returns with the food: pineapple fried rice and teriyaki beef skewers. Delicious. 

“Wow, thanks Dad.” Janis forced a smile. It was one of her favourite lunches ever, and she didn’t want her Dad to worry any more than he already was. 

Her Dad set the plate down on her desk, stroked her hair and pressed a kiss to her head, “Eat well, ipo. I’ll go get you a drink too. What do you want?”

“Ah, we don’t have that drink here, Dad. You know that.” Janis says with a laugh.

“Hawaiian Sun? Who says we don’t?” He grins, “I brought some back for you when I went home to Hawai’i.”

Janis gasped, “Really? Guava nectar flavour too?”

“Especially that. I know that’s your favourite.” He laughs similarly, “I’ll just be a sec.” 

This little conversation took her mind off of what she was working on, which was a much needed break. Janis had been working on those pieces pretty much non-stop when she was at home. 

“Thanks.” Janis says, immediately cracking open the can to take a sip of her beloved beverage.

“Of course.” 

And so, Janis ate her lunch while watching some TV. She’d moved again, over to her couch and just focused on her meal. Because let’s face it, those school lunches aren’t ever filling enough to actually be a lunch. 

Janis didn’t hear from anyone else that day, not even Regina. And she didn’t even realise. Janis couldn’t be bothered by that, all she could think about was the portfolio completion. That was her only focus. Regina on the other hand, was contemplating whether or not to text the girl, but she of course, ended up not doing so and the rest of Janis’ evening ended up being awfully quiet. Not that she even noticed because she was so engrossed in finishing her art pieces. 

Her current piece? A painting of a wilted hibiscus, with a chrysanthemum growing right by it. She was barely finished, but her Dad came in later that night and urged her to turn in for the night. 

“G’night, peanut.”

Janis chuckles, “Good night, Dad.”

“Sleep tight, love you.” 

————

The next day, the first half of the day was fine. Janis made it through without much trouble. And like yesterday, the problem came during lunch. All the chatter and laughter was driving Janis nuts, and she typically would be joining in on it. But given how occupied she’d been with the portfolio, that was the only thing on her mind. Everything else…was just noise. Loud, irritating noise.

“Janis, what are you thinking about?” Damian asked. She exhaled harshly, not bothering to even look at her best friend, “Did you have one of those silly ass dreams again last night?”

“Shut up.” Janis muttered. 

“Come on, he’s just worried about you, Jay.” Regina continued, “And honestly, I am too.” 

“Yeah, yeah, everyone’s worried about the art freak.” Janis stabs her fork into a dumpling, “Who cares? Stop annoying me.” Her mind quickly drifts again, back to a specific moment on Monday. 

Janis had just gotten home from school on her own since Regina had lacrosse practice on Mondays. And while she was expecting the house to be quiet because her Dad would be at work, but instead, she saw her Dad sitting at the counter with a woman. It seemed so ridiculous, Janis thought her eyes must've been playing tricks on her. The woman, was her mother, who up and left her and her Dad almost eleven years ago without a word. “Oh, my God. Janis!” The woman gasped, smiling brightly at the sight of the teen— like she hadn’t just shown up here after more than a decade of being absent and wanting nothing to do with them. “I don’t know who you are, don’t try to hug me. I won’t like it and neither will you” Janis bit the inside of her cheek, her hand still clutching onto one backpack strap. Before her mother could even walk close enough, Janis disappeared through a side door into her garage. “Leave her alone, Leilani.” Janis hears him talking to her mother as she leaves the side door.

With her garage being soundproofed, Janis knew she could safely scream. So she did, but not without unintentionally smacking some items on her table to the floor. Then she was sobbing, her heart was confused, but her head was clear— she hated that woman for what she’d done, leaving her all alone, leaving her father all alone. How dare she just come back like she hadn’t done anything wrong? Yes, Leilani was her mother, but she’s never acted like one. From the moment Janis was old enough to remember, the woman’s almost never around. Every single early memory? Was just Janis and her dad, Janis and Damian, even Janis and Regina. Never ever Janis and her mom. Why couldn’t her heart agree with her head? Janis hated that, she hated this feeling. It made her feel like shit.

Once she’d stopped crying, Janis picked herself up and sat at her desk, starting a new painting with the wilted hibiscus and growing chrysanthemum. 

Janis wasn’t sure how, but she managed to make it through another day at school without fully blowing her top. But today, Regina wasn’t going to let whatever this was, go.

“Why is everyone here?” Janis leaned against the doorframe.

“To hang out.” Regina answers simply.

“What are you trying to do? I don't need saving or whatever this is.”

“I already said, I’m worried. I wanna help you.”

“I don’t need your help!” Janis snapped, shutting the door. But Regina held it open, so did Aaron when Janis tried to shove it shut again. “Something is going on. I am not leaving until you tell me what is happening because this isn’t like you.” Regina inhales deeply, blinking away tears. “Let me in. Please, Janis. You don’t have to be dealing with it alone.” Janis’ palm falls from the door, and she moves off to the side, Regina enters the artist’s garage with the rest of the gang. “Who’s that with your Dad?” Gretchen asks, seeing the pair talking in the front yard after walking out from the house. Janis scrambled to shut the door and lock it. “Um— it’s strange having all of you here like that but I owe all of you an apology. How I’ve been acting all week with you guys was messed up. I’ve been stressed about submitting my portfolio on time to the colleges I hope to be able to attend, and then my Mom who’s basically been no part of my life showed up here on Monday after school like she didn’t abandon me and my Dad without an explanation more than a decade ago, and I just— I lost it, I was so thrown off I didn’t know how to help myself, pick myself back up and I just also didn’t know how to tell anyone because none of you guys knew at all about my Mom, not Damian, not Regina. So I was in a bad, bad mood, I tried channelling all those emotions into my art but still, it was bugging me, it was bugging me so badly I just became a mess.” 

The group’s never been this silent, a few were stunned, the others were shocked and worried. Each of them felt a combination of those feelings, merely a fraction of what Janis has had to deal with. But even then, it already felt like a lot. “I don’t want my Dad to get hurt again, I can’t lose him too. He’s all I’ve got here, my family’s miles away. He moved us here to get a fresh start after my Mom left us, a part of me died back home in Hawai’i. My home, became the most painful, most traumatic place. Such a beautiful place became so ugly because of one person’s decision. My earliest memory of her, was her leaving. I remember my Dad keeping it together for my sake, but I would always hear him crying when I was up late at night. I’ll never be able to forget any of that— he was always so happy, so carefree. He gave me everything, and then I was the one who almost left him alone too. One thing I did right was not going through with my attempt— I could never hurt my Dad too. But I don’t get it, why doesn’t he just tell her to go? I never told him, after the ‘obsessed lesbian’ shit in middle school got too much, I wanted to end it, the only way I knew how, the only way I knew would end the pain forever. He doesn’t know to this day and I will never be able to bring myself to tell him, I don’t want to give him another blow to his heart. So I’ve just been working through that on my own during therapy. But then, well, this happened. I’m sorry that I’ve been so rude and bitchy, I didn’t mean any of it.”

Regina immediately engulfed her in a hug, “I'm so sorry.”

“I know you are, we already talked about it. We’re good.” Janis sniffled, “Guys, I’m really sorry, it’s just been so difficult.”

They all crowded around the couple for a group hug, which Janis appreciated but would never outwardly admit just yet. The apology in this setting was a big enough step forward. 

“We can ask that woman to leave, you know?” Damian quirked a brow.

“No.” Janis decided, “I’ll do that. Right now.”

Janis entered the house before anyone could stop her. Dumbfounded, they just watch her walk inside. 

“Dad. She has to go, I don’t care what she’s been telling you but she’s history.” Janis stood tall, but was trying to fight the painful lump forming in her throat.

“I’ve missed you, ipo.”

“You’ve missed me?” Janis scoffed, “It took you eleven fucking years to realise that and come here? I don’t know what you’re trying to do after being nonexistent in my life. My earliest memory of you was you leaving us. You have no clue how hard life has been, you have no idea what we had to go through because of you. You’ve got no idea what kind of shit started because of your decision to abandon your own partner and daughter. You see me here now, standing in front of you in one piece. But you have broke me inside in more ways than you could’ve ever imagine so don’t come up to me saying you miss me because I don’t know you at all. We had to leave home, because of you. We had to leave family because of you. Grandma and grandpa hated you, and I couldn’t understand why when I was little because I was just sad mommy was gone. But when I was old enough, I remembered— you, were never there. Dad was there through all of it. Every single milestone, elementary school graduation, middle school, my first fucking period, my first heartbreak, high school, and everything in between. While you…you were nowhere. Then you just waltz in here like you went on a weekend away? No. No! You don’t get to do that and expect forgiveness. Stop trying, it’s already been over the second you thought about walking out on us."

"She's right. Please listen to your daughter if you love her like you claim you do. We don't need any of this— not now, not ever. We don't need you. We've been just fine, the both of us."

Janis felt like she blacked out, but felt a pair of arms around her: her dad's, of course. She hears Leilani getting up from the stool at the same time he shields her eyes from witnessing her mother's second departure. Only this time, it was going to be good for them because they were doing perfect without her before she reappeared.

"i got you. I got you, Jains. We're okay. I promise." Her Dad assured, holding her close, "Regina, I know you're standing there, get over here."

" I wasn't listening—"

"I know." He nods, "Just thought she might want you."

Regina nodded, giving the kind man a tight-lipped smile as she wraps her arms around Janis once her Dad let go. "Guys, don't go yet, I'll make you all something to eat. Dinnertime's soon anyway, just hang around, huh?'

"Thank you, Dad."

"Ah, no problem at all, peanut. You're my baby girl, it's always been you and me. Hm? And it always will be."

Regina held Janis' face in her hands, lightly squishing her cheeks before her thumb caressed her tear-stained cheek. "I love you, I will always be here for you. I swear on my life that you will always have me in your corner. You will always have us in your corner, no matter where life takes us for college or our jobs. We’re gonna be there no matter what it takes, life’s tough sometimes but together we’re sure as hell tougher.”

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The Art of Sin - Chapter 13 - Part 2

•Blu Nekozuka (Neko)

•Lycus Tupou (Phooka)

*Warning Adult Content*

Ire and I headed up to our bedrooms, seeing as we had flour and other ingredients all over us.

I quickly made my way up, heading to the bathroom once I reached my room.

After taking a quick shower, I entered the closet, eyeing the prospects.

I didn't really know what dress the party called for but I figured it wasn't formal.

In the end I chose a pair of black skinny jeans and a tight fitting V-neck.

I threw on a button-up, leaving it open and slipped on my shoes before heading out.

I went straight to the room they'd picked for the party.

My mouth dropped open when I opened the door.

The room, originally an extra modern lounge area, was transformed to fit our needs.

All the furniture was pushed out of the way, leaving ample space for dancing.

Music played, a vibrant beat accompanying the lyrics.

A spinning sphere was set on a long table against the wall that casted a rainbow of colors on the walls.

Next to it was a line of food and a huge bowl of red liquid.

My first thought was blood but it wasn't thick enough.

Tate had set the boxes of pizza on a large round table next to the long one, the boxes taking up almost the whole table.

"It looks good, huh?" I turned to see Tate and Noir, who had helped, proudly standing there.

Besides Ire, the others were there, standing with smiles at my reaction.

I was about to respond but a voice cut me off.

"Damn, nice work guys."

I jumped and turned to see Ire behind me, grinning at my skittishness.

Tate and Noir beamed brighter at his assessment.

"Well let's get this party started," Lycus clapped once and headed towards Bain, taking his hand and dragging him to the middle of the room.

They began to grind on each other, laughing as they moved in time with the music.

Tate laughed and dragged Noir next to the two.

They didn't get as dirty but looked to be having just as much fun.

Keon handed me a plastic cup full of the red liquid, saying it was punch.

I thanked him and turned to watch as the others joined in on the dancing, switching partners randomly.

"Come on Winter," Blue held his hand out, beckoning me over.

I shook my head once, making him frown.

"Things get bad when I try to dance," I struggled to get my thoughts across.

Dancing always led to lustful actions.

It was a skill I used to do a job and was good at it but I didn't want to ruin the easy-going mood.

He looked sad but didn't force me to dance.

I stood on the sidelines, perfectly content to drink punch and watch them.

Honestly I never tired of seeing how they interacted.

I was bad at socializing but observing strengthened the skill in a way.

It was around my fifth cup of punch that I felt the intense urge to dance.

I wobbled a bit but made my way over.

Blue looked shocked but happy that I was joining and began to dance with me.

We grinded to the beat of the music.

Blu spun around, dipping and slowly coming up, his ass rubbing against my crotch.

I grabbed his hips, rubbing against him as when moved back and forth.

His hands came up, forcing my head down.

Our lips met in a frenzy.

I felt strong arms wrapped around me a moment later.

Breaking off the kiss, I looked to see Ire there, eyes hooded with lust.

The realization of what I was doing struck me.

I glanced at the others, noticing how sinful their movements had become.

Everyone's clothes were still on though so that was a plus.

I excused myself from the two, their wines making me feel a bit guilty.

I grabbed some more punch before taking my earlier position.

The scene in front of me made my pants tighten. 

Their twisting bodies created an erotic masterpiece that even the holiest of men would feel in their loins.

After awhile, the atmosphere began to change but what I was feeling hadn't.

It was hard to process things but I knew that I wanted be close to someone.

It took all my will power not to go to them and then it was shattered by Keon, who just happened to stand by me.

In my mind I was already three steps ahead but I played it cool or tried to.

"Sooo Keon... what's *hic* your favorite position...?"

In my head he was already plowing me into tomorrow.

He gave me a weird look.

"Winter, are you drunk?"

"Whaa...? Noooo I'm not, *hic* I don't do well with al.... alca... al-co-hollll."

I smiled.

He shook his head and sighed.

"Damn it, I bet Lycus spiked the punch."

"Nope, it was me but I barely put any in there. No one else seemed to notice."

Ire crouched next to Keon.

"Aww, drunk Winter is so adorable."

I didn't pay him any mind, trying to figure out how and when I ended up on the floor.

I grinned stupidly when Blu came over, holding out my arms.

"Bluuuuue, come sit with meeee."

He didn't really have a choice seeing as I pulled him onto my lap, immediately sticking my face in the crook of his neck and nuzzling him.

He squirmed a bit but then relaxed.

"He's so cuddly when he's drunk."

I looked up to see Tate and the others watching me with amused expressions.

Vaguely, I heard Keon and Bain lecturing Ire in the background, Bain doing most of the talking while Keon nodded and looked tough.

"I like to touch," I said sleepily, rubbing my eyes.

"I get *hic* energy from it too."

Suddenly I was being picked up, my arms and legs automatically wrapping around the person.

I glanced up, seeing that it was Keon and smiled.

"Come on, little one. Time to go to bed," Keon whispered before walking out of the room.

I nuzzled against him, loving the heat that he emitted.

I dozed off and came to when he opened the door.

I noticed we weren't in my room but Lord Nikoli's.

My confusion and excitement grew as we headed towards the giant bed.

"Are we going to have sex?" I asked as he sat me down and stripped me to my boxers.

"No."

"Why?"

I felt tears sting my eyes.

His expression softened and he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Because, little one, you're drunk."

He motioned me to climb into bed.

I nodded and crawled under the covers, my eyes almost immediately becoming heavy with sleep.

I felt other bodies join me but I was too tired to react, already drifting off to sleep.

[ravio-rants]

11, 12, and 14 for the OC asks!

-11. Is there a specific physical feature or item that holds special significance to your character? Why is it important to them?

For my twili group: they have a special tree! its a secluded spot where the 4 of them hang out a lot. its in the middle of a field, out of the way of major roads and towns. they found it one day while just wandering around, and decided that it was Their Tree. if one of them isnt around their usual spots, they are probably relaxing at the tree. I'll probably draw it sometime!

adding a hobic option as well because its funny, his staff is probably a very significant item for him. i think he wouldve gotten it when he became a full fledged wizard, which was also around the time he transitioned and came out as gay, meaning its the first magical item he earned, and he earned it as his true self. thats significant to him, even if most other wizards dont get it.

-12. How does your character react to change or unexpected situations? Are they adaptable or resistant?

raide is probably pretty adaptable! shes a very "fuck it, we ball" type guy. whatever happens, he'll probably be fine with it, as long as nobody is hurt by it. they would probably just shrug the change off and continue on with their day.

calen on the other hand.. he would be more resistant. dont get me wrong, he's willing to accept change, eventually, but its Scary! he gets anxious about it! he wont admit that though, at least not to anyone other than raide. unexpected situations are generally Not Welcome when it comes to this boyo. he Will panic about it. (unless its one of his friends asking for help with something. he would give the world for them, even to his detriment.)

kalt.. hm. i feel like he'd be slightly anxious aboutt change and unexpected situations, but he trusts the people around them so they'd accept it. itll probably be okay, right?

vang would probably be very calm and collected about all of it. change? alright, give her a day to plan things around it and everythings fine. she can figure it out. unexpected situations? she can probably work out what to do about it, if you give her a moment. (she's most of the reason kalt is fine woth change.) shes very reliable when it comes to most things.

hobic would rather live in a house that actively hates who he is on a fundamental level than face change or unexpected situations. this is a very literal example. his house hates him, but he's lived there so long that he would rather just Not leave actually. at least the house is predictable about it, you know?

-14. What is your character's preferred method of self-expression? Do they have any artistic talents or creative outlets?

raide loves so many forms of art! if you took a peek into his house, you would find art supplies of every type all over. sewing and instrument playing and drawing and painting and crocheting and embroidery and sculpting and- (his fav is just regular old drawing though.)

calen prefers to play music or write stories! both are very calming and in the moment things, and he can just get absolutely lost in them. his preffered method of self expression is probably his music specifically. he loves how music can explain things without the need for words at all.

kalt likes painting! hes not very good at it, but they dont care. they'll paint whatever the hell they want and if someone doesnt like it? thats their problem, not his. (its usually landscapes.)

vang likes to sing, she loves all sorts of music, but if it has lyrics? you bet she's going to be humming or singing it around the castle randomly. she does write her own lyrics sometimes, and then asks calen or raide to help her add a tune to it. (or vice versa, where one of them makes a song and then asks vang for some good lyrics for it!)

do spells count as a form of art? because if so, thats hobics choice. he also writes but he really just likes casting spells. or coming up with new spells. or fucking up spells-