#the proportions are really easy on the eyes

[jealousmartini]

જ⁀➴. APPEARANCE AFFIRMATIONS FOR YOU ! ⊹₊ㆍ💬

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Meditating with my appearance playlist rn😽.

really really long post ahead

[ # 000 :: Overall ]

✦ I am seriously in love with the way I look. I am simply perfect

✦ I am in love with my perfect appearance

✦ I always look the way I want in specific clothes

✦ My clothes always look the way I want them to on me

✦ I never have an issue with clothes. Everything looks flattering on me, and I make Everything flattering too

✦ My appearance is exactly the way I imagine myself

✦ I look exactly the way I imagine myself

✦ My appearance is perfect and ideal

✦ I am perfect and ideal

✦ I have successfully manifested my perfect and ideal appearance

✦ My appearance has completely transformed overnight and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ I have completely transformed overnight, and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ I love that everything about my looks are perfect and ideal

✦ Everything about my appearance is perfect (the way I've always imagined it)

[ # 001 :: Face ]

✦ My facial harmony is outstanding

✦ My face card is actually unbelievable

✦ My face is perfect and ideal

✦ My face is exactly the way I imagine it

✦ My face looks exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ My face has completely transformed overnight, and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ I have successfully manifested my perfect and ideal face

✦ I love that everything about my face is perfect and ideal

✦ My expressions are ideal

✦ My expressions are never awkward

✦ I express my emotions perfectly, I never have to worry about what I look like

[ # 002 :: Hair ]

✦ I have my exact and ideal natural hair colour, hair length, hair type(s), hair density, and prosperity.

✦ My hair is luscious, thick, healthy, bouncy, and happy

✦ Everything about my hair, even to the individual strands, is perfect and ideal

✦ My hair looks exactly the way I've always imagined it

✦ My hair is exactly the way I've always wanted it

✦ My hair has completely transformed overnight, and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ My hair is naturally soft, smooth, healthy, easy to manage, style, free from breakage, knots, dandruff, split ends, and balding

✦ My hair has always been this perfect and I'm used to it

[ # 003 :: Eyes ]

✦ Everything about my eyes are perfect and ideal

✦ My eyes are perfect and ideal

✦ My eyes have completely transformed overnight, and they look exactly the way I've always imagined them

✦ I love the way my eyes look

✦ My eyes are naturally shaped exactly the way I want them.

✦ My eyes are naturally the way I imagine them.

[ # 004 :: Nose ]

✦ My nose was this beautifully sculpted from birth

✦ There is nothing undesirable or ugly about my nose

✦ My nose is perfect and ideal

✦ Everything about my nose is ideal

[ # 005 :: Lips ]

✦ I have the most perfectly shaped, tinted, textured, and sized lips

✦ My lips are beautiful and soft

✦ My lips looks exactly the way I've imagined them

✦ My lips have always been this naturally sculpted

✦ I love my lips so much

[ # 006 :: Skin ]

✦ I have my exact ideal skin tone and texture

✦ My skin is beautifully even, soft, youthful, healthy, firm, plump, and elastic

✦ It seems like I have used the most high-end korean skin care for years, but my skin has just always been this way

✦ I love my skin so much

✦ Everything about my skin is perfect

[ # 007 :: Body ]

✦ I love my body so much

✦ My body is exactly the way I imagine it

✦ Everything about my body is perfect and ideal

✦ All of my body proportions are ideal

✦ My entire body is a temple, and it is sacred and glorious

[ # 008 :: Ethnic features ]

✦ People can tell what ethnic group(s) I belong to

✦ Everyone can tell my correct ethnicity (ethnicities) just by looking at me

✦ My beautiful ethnic features always gives my ethnicity away

✦ Everyone always compliments my ethnic features

✦ Everyone always tells me how gorgeous my ethnic features are

✦ It's quite literally impossible for people to mistake me for an ethnicity that isn't my own

✦ I have very prominent ethnic features from my desired ethnic background

✦ My desired ethnic features are very obvious, and they make my appearance even better

✦ Insecure about my ethnic features? How could I be when they're so stunning

[ # 008 :: Hygiene ]

✦ My bodily hygiene is perfect, I smell exactly as I desire

✦ Everything about my personal hygiene is perfect and healthy

✦ My body always smells clean and fresh

✦ I smell exactly as I desire

[ # 008 :: I AM ]

✦ I am my beauty standard

✦ I am truly stunning

✦ I am my dream, ideal self

✦ I am the perfect embodiment of my desired aesthetics, adjectives, songs, feelings, eras, colours, styles, and animals to the T

✦ I am the best version of myself

✦ I am the God/Goddess of pretty privilege

affs are still updatingg...

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Remember manifesters, the goal here isn't to force the 3D to change, it is to accept your affirmations are the truth in your reality (imagination). Once you believe in your affirmations, or in other words, change self in your reality (imagination), the 3D will have no choice but to conform to those affirmations (your new beliefs) because the 3D can only mirror YOUR CURRENT REALITY..

You are not persisting to see movement in the 3D. You are persisting because YOUR AFFIRMATIONS THE TRUTH.

Walk by faith not by sight. Love yaaa

[canisalbus]

the bakery idea was too cute to not draw

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[dragonflyxem]

*Spawns these out of pure boredom*

[glass-oranges]

Revenges for Coraru_Chan and T0ad on artfight!!!

[tigergendermoved2tigergender]

Man tbh I'm at a weird crossroads with Pokémon. I love pokemon it is one of my most major special interests etc etc but I think I've become, like, a beta-genwunner. I don't really like the creature design direction starting ~gen 6 or so and SWSH/SCVI as games just really are alienating me from the series. Pokemon has so much potential to be one of the most fantastic open/semi-open world games of all time but they keep rushing the games and making stupid decisions (see: dexit) that do nothing but polarize the fanbase.

[introloves]

can we puh LEASE get a drabble or a one shot on that gojo undercut thing u posted im beggin on my hands AND knees 🙏🙏

you knew he wanted something from you. you could feel it in the way he folded his frame down against yours. borderline suffocating, a malformed pout stretched across his face while humming against your neck.

“what is it.” you wondered, tapping away on your laptop without so much as paying him any attention- wounding him further.

he scoffed, wondering how you could be so cruel considering the fact he was dying. his eyes painted against the sheen of gloss painted over your newly done nails.

pink.

they were pretty and pink, and oddly resembling a part of him you just loved sucking on. his ego absolutely through the roof with that fact. you hadn’t put up your usual fight when he suggested the color brushed over that acrylic.

“nothing.”

a lie.

he himself knew what he wanted, but he never gave it up easy. choosing instead to wander away from the back of the couch you were so prettily purchased on. walking to stand directly in-front of you- the laptop screen doing nothing to block the majority of his body. tight shirt tucked into sweats that were hung a little too low for your tastes to be casual.

eyebrow raising and huffing with the hint served on a silver platter before you. smiling knowingly while closing the device and setting it aside.

opening yourself up to receive the heavy weight of his body, an exclaimed huff of air leaving you when his arms braced your body. engulfing them with ease- face planting first into your chest and groaning like he’d just found nirvana.

lifting his face to really show up that pout. letting those arms wrapped around you leave the circumference of you to grab at your wrists and plant them firmly against the shortened hair laying against the lower part of his head.

giggling when you finally got the unspoken hint. taking those newly manicured nails and raking them through the translucent hair.

“nothing, huh?” you teased, finding it easy to follow along to his whims. it was him who had paid a pretty penny for your current set after all.

answered with only a groan- eyes shut tight while you traced your initials into the hair there.

a vein prominent along the curve of his jaw with the force of his clenching teeth, something inside of him purring with the fact that you were so well taken care of.

taken care of on his money, with the color of his cock head painted on your nails.

shamelessly moving his face to nestle further against you, hands grabbing at you with an intensity not in proportion to your actions. wondering why the singular act of you running the tips of your styled nails across the short hair of his undercut had him reacting like this.

“satoru?” you inquired when his breathing nearly heaved while he let the full weight of him lay against you. answered with another near incoherent hum.

“is this okay?” words giggled sounded just a little teasing- but you truly wondered if this was fine. you’d never seen his body react in this fashion- not unless he was buried deep inside of you.

and with that realization, it seemed like a veil had been pulled from your eyes. looking over the curve of his back, over the defined planes, and watching the shifting of his hips against the couch cushions.

glossy lips pulled into something that resembled a smile before bringing your nails back and running them over the surface with just a little more pressure. making sure to watch for any shift in his demeanor.

barking out a bell of a giggle when his body tensed, coils of muscle wound tight and with an intensity that would have scared anyone that wasn’t you.

“feels good?” you wondered, and he could only nod. looking up and marveling at the pretty face smiling down at him. choosing to stretch himself back up to his full height. looming over you with that same intensity highlighted seconds previous.

“yeah, that feels good baby.” satoru huffed, letting you see for yourself when those horrible, teasing, wonderful sweats detailed the throbbing outline of his cock.

“do you wanna feel good?” he wondered, not letting you answer before tugging down the front of his waistband. finding it funny how close in color the pink tip of his matched your fingernails.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Different positions w/ Miguel 🤭

okay I have MANY thoughts, scooch closer and listen up

word count: ~1200

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

18+ fem!reader, mdni !!

firstly, I think he's a simple guy when it comes to sex. he doesn't really like anything too crazy or too experimental. he's a sexy beautiful HUNK of a man, but I think he's particular in who he's intimate with, so I don't think he does one-night stands. he much prefers to do it with the woman he loves, simple

missionary

✧ I feel like it would be the most intimate and intense, most passionate too

✧ he loves to cage you against the mattress, and his big huge muscly arms would be either side of you and he'd be so close to you, omg?? like literally no space to breathe ! ? ! ?

✧ he'd be only focused on you- your eyes, your facial expressions and your noises. solely you

✧ he also loves the feeling of your boobs pressed against his big ol' man titties

✧ loves to take it slow in this position, like he's making love to you. fucking you like he loves you. it’s turning me on too much to think of a way to expand this thought (😶)

✧ kisses your throat and neck a lot too !!

✧ loves to put a pillow under your hips to hit into you in a tad deeper

✧ he loves when you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging and holding onto him

✧ he can feel you swallow him and clamp around him much more in this position and it does wild things to him

✧ cups your jaw and holds behind your neck

✧ he tells you how pretty you are

doggy

✧ he's a BEAST when fucking you from behind, I feel like the position is naturally that, but he probs gets carried away

✧ he's maybe a little rough on your hips and ass cheeks, squeezes you and leaves a ton of marks and scratches

✧ fucks you into the mattress for sure!! even if you collapse against the bed, he'd grip your waist, pulling your ass back up so he can plough into you

✧ sometimes he forgets how BIG he actually is (not just his dick) probs crushes you a lil, but he’s angelic and it's cute, so it's okay <3

✧ he reaches around to circle your clit with his thumb

✧ kisses your back and shoulder when he leans over you too

✧ you go extra cockdrunk in doggy, and he loves it

✧ fucks you like he hates you

✧ he tells you how good you are for him, how you take him so well

cowgirl

✧ he def likes control so this isn't always one he opts for. but if he's inside of you, he literally doesn't care

✧ but sometimes if he's had a long day, he loves to have you straddle his hips and look up at you when you rock over his cock

✧ if he's led down, he grips your upper thighs, waist, hips, the lot- just anything he can reach. he guides you over him if you're being too slow, or if you're teasing him too much. he prefers up and down, rather you circling your hips/ side to side

✧ but if he's sat on a chair and you're on top, he loves to bury his face in your tits. his arms would be wrapped around you, fingers spread wide, gripping your back and practically holding you to his face

✧ plays with your nipples too (tongue or thumb and index)

✧ and bc he's just so fucking big and tall, you'd probs be in each other's eye line when you're straddling his lap (maybe?? depending on proportions)

✧ but slow and kinda sensual, he def swallows your moans and whimpers

✧ he tells you how good you look (in case you're insecure about the angle) and tells you that you have pretty tits

spooning

✧ feel like this is a slow, easy morning classic for him

✧ and SO touchy, omg ????????

✧ plays with your tits from behind and teases your clit too

✧ kisses the back of your neck, shoulder area

✧ skims his fangs over your skin too

✧ dirty talk… behind your ear… quiet and gravelly… raspy and strangled (good lord)

✧ you’re tighter in position so he goes extra slow as he knows he won’t last

✧ he tells you how good you feel

against the wall

✧ he's a hunk so he carries you like it's nothing

✧ holds you up against the wall from under your ass (his huge hands spread over your cheeks) pinning you to it as he fucks up into you

✧ he loves it when you grip his meaty shoulders for support

✧ ESPECIALLY when your face drops into the nape of his neck and you kinda go all limp

✧ when you whine and cry out against him… it drives him crazy !!

✧ he tells you how good you're making him feel

extras, bc ily and I just can’t stop myself 😌

✧ ladies first!! he's a firm believer that you should cum at least once before he gets inside you, let alone cum. but that's different depending on the session, ie, you sucking him off or you being the dom

✧ praises you, sometimes degrades you, but it’s sprinkled in praise (“pretty dirty girl” or something)

✧ doesn’t mean to hurt you, but he always kisses and caresses the parts he hurt

✧ he's big on eye contact

✧ very touchy and grabby

✧ he can’t relax if you can’t, he needs you to be into it, ready and in the mood, if not, he can’t fuck you (it feels wrong) so he always preps you to assure that

✧ king of “oh, yeah?” and “hm?”

✧ calls you a bunch of sweet terms of endearment

✧ rambles spanish curses when he cums

✧ loves to cum inside. breeding kink

✧ he’s HUGE so maybe has a size kink

✧ love when you use him for your own need, like thigh riding, loves that shit. he always encourages you, touches and holds you, praises you as well

✧ hip and thigh kinda dude. loves your tummy if you have a bit of squidge

✧ he’s a needy bottom

✧ grunts and groans !! he doesn't whimper (unless he's overstimulated, then he makes these strained and strangled noises, and a couple incoherent blabbers)

✧ heavy on communication (he wants to know that you're enjoying yourself too) and for you to tell him he's making you feel good bc that turns him ON

✧ AFTERCARE ???? NEXT LEVEL OMG especially if it was an intense session

✧ he'd be so sweet and gentle with you after (bc he loves you, duh)

✧ would reassure you, saying that he doesn't actually think you're a whore or a slut. it was just something spur of the moment

✧ wash together, then eat and watch a movie or something

✧ treats you like a princess… his princess 😩

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artwork by shuploc**

[wyvernest]

go easy on me (part 2)

part 1

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, inexperienced reader, dom miguel, unprotected sex, p-i-v sex, creampie, established relationship

summary: you've never had anyone bring you to the very heights of pleasure, and miguel changes that.

translations at the end

You shiver, eyes fixed on him. You feel the remnants of your orgasm slowly retreat from your body as you readjust yourself on the couch, digging your elbows into the head pillows. His eyes narrow, a stalking predator, scanning you for any signs of fear or hesitancy.

You feel open, pierced by the intensity of his gaze, almost willing to comply with anything he could ask of you.

“Would you like that, baby?” His face comes closer, inches away from your own, his hot and heavy breath raising goosebumps over your flushed skin.

“Tell me. You want me to make love to you, nice and slow?” The rasps in his needy voice make your head dizzy, and you wordlessly lean forward, tangling your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. Your palms graze over the defined muscles of his back, feeling yourself grow wetter as they shift when he pushes himself into you. 

You’re losing your breath into the kiss, moaning softly. He exhales through his nose, not wanting to break apart from you, and you can barely hold yourself together. This is really happening, fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“Eres divina.” he whispers breathlessly into your mouth as he rests his forehead against yours. You gasp with a whimper just to catch your breath, your heart rate already flown to the moon. He cradles you in his embrace, strong arms encircling your middle as his hands splay on your back, holding you against him.

“¡Di que me quieres!” he begs, his lips on your cheek, voice deep and drowned in the unbearable heat of desire. 

You close your eyes, letting his kisses dive back to your neck as he savours the small mewls you let out under his touch. Your mind is violently swinging back and forth between fear and excitement. What if your lack of experience will be evident to him, in a way in which you don’t entirely get to satisfy him the way you seek to, so badly? 

“I - ah!” Your voiced reply is interrupted by him finding a particular spot right below your jaw that has your thighs pushing together and eyes rolling back. He nimbles the spot, dragging his sharp fangs over the sensitive area and gently biting down before soothingly licking and kissing the mark.

He pushes himself further into you, burying you into the cushions under his enormous body. You feel the way his abdomen tenses and relaxes rhythmically as he brings his erection right between your legs, rubbing himself on you in slow, careful thrusts, displaying a mountain of restrained force and want. Your wet folds stain his boxers in the process, the fabric almost rough on your still sensitive skin. 

You glance down in between you only to be met with the image of his huge hard-on protruding obscenely through the cotton, naturally proportional to the rest of his body.

You roll your hips ever so slightly against him, and you feel just how massive he is, biting back a moan at the thought that he would struggle to fit himself inside you. 

He groans at the gesture, visibly surprised.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”, he warns, right before his own hips drive harder into you, effectively rubbing his hard, still clothed cock against your clit. You begin squirming underneath him, eyes watery from the sudden intensity of emotions your mind and body are being put through. His palms move over your sides, from the dip of your waist to the sides of your breasts, his touch growing eager and possessive, his fingers clutching harder and harder everywhere they find themselves. 

In a surge of adrenaline, you take one of his hands and place it upon your soft tit, agape mouth gifting him a whisper of his name simultaneously. 

“¡Ay, mami!, he chuckles smugly into the crook of your neck, voice deep and low, squeezing the soft flesh before swiftly finding the hem of your (his) shirt and delving right underneath it, fondling your breast skin to skin, making you gasp and arch your back.

He continues to tease you, kissing at your pulse point and groping you in tandem.

“Te necesito. Let me have you.”, and you feel your whole body quiver at his request. It’s all so overwhelming, the weight of him on top of you, the heat radiating from his body, the sound of his voice right below your ear, driving you mad. 

“Please, Miguel” you sob, pressing your cheek into his for comfort. His dick twitches against you.

“Please what?”, he insists. You reckon he wants to hear you say it. Say you want him.

“Have me, Miguel, take care of me.” you whisper, eyelids heavy as you look at him, spotting an unnatural red tint flood his irises, pupils dilated. He stands up on his knees, shoving his boxers down his bulky thighs, his hard cock springing free, hitting his stomach. You forget to meet his gaze again, too preoccupied with the sight he presented you with. 

He takes you by surprise, grabbing at your waist and readjusting you on the couch, sliding you down, laying you flat on the cushions, manoeuvring you like you weighed nothing more than the pillow he found use of by placing it underneath your hips. He braces himself above you, one arm guiding his cock into you.

You feel the precum-stained head push against your folds, aiming to part you. You breath halts in your throat, betraying fear. He senses it, kissing the top of your head gently.

“I’ll go slow for you, yes? Trust me.” His voice is warmer, more compassionate and careful. You feel relief flush over you, knowing you’re in good hands. Until he pushes forward, the tip breaching you. You feel his whole girth enter you, stretching you, a sharp sting settling on top of the pleasure he had previously caused. You let a pained moan crawl out of your throat, and he comes down to pepper soft pecks over your cheeks, jaw and neck. 

You feel more of him enter you, the stretch near impossible. He stops suddenly, grunting when you clench around him involuntarily. His forehead falls into the crook of your neck as he swears and groans, sliding inside your warm cunt. His shoulders shake lightly with self-restraint. You flutter around him, and his cock responds with a twitch that has you whimpering his name. 

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as he stops giving you quick breaks in-between the inches you were taking, finally bottoming out, his groin flush against yours.

His hips start rolling against you, the slow and steady rhythm of ocean waves crashing against the shore, immensely strong and impatient. Pushing hard into you, his thrusts are now angled downwards, his cockhead hitting that special spot inside you as your breathing picks up in gasps and pants. As he speeds up, you break apart in his arms, legs tied around his waist, nails scraping his massive back as he rearranges your guts even with the most held-back fucking. 

“Ay, que rico, mami” he moans, and you feel your heart rate shoot up at the sound of his deeply pleasured voice. You take in the sight of him, his immense body caging you underneath him effortlessly, claiming you in the first few ways he had imagined since you met. You shudder as his hot breath starts fanning over the top of your breasts, his head now resting on your chest. Before another whimper can exit you, he throws his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows back yet another grunt.

You feel the very first signs of your rapidly approaching orgasm, instinctively reaching a hand down to touch yourself. He is quick enough to grab your wrist and stop you, shooting you a warning glare.

A bit too roughly for the promise he made to take things slow, he moves his arms underneath your thighs, bringing them on his shoulders. The new position bends you in half as he hovers over you, opening new angles for him to drill his cock into you. You cry out as the hair above the base of his dick brushes harshly into your clit, the combined sensations rushing you towards the edge.

The couch creaks and trembles under his unfaltering force, and your legs go numb as your orgasm builds up so inevitably close, ready to thunder through your nerves and senses. 

"Miguel! M- oh, I'm -!"

And just like that, all the pressure fractures, the electrifying pleasure lighting you up, your cunt fluttering around his girthy cock, helping him towards his own release.

Still not relenting, he keeps fucking himself into you, his arms flexing on each side of your red-painted face, his abs rippling with each drive of his hips, chest heaving into your squished breasts as he groans, close to his own peak. 

You sob through the overstimulation, still eager to feel him finish inside you. The sounds of your love-making echoing in the night-silenced room, the strong scent of sex invading his lungs are enough to drive him mad. His loses momentum, burying himself inside you all the way, revelling in the feeling of the wet warmth of your post-orgasm cunt before his cock twitches, releasing inside you. With each pulse, there came another rope of come staining your insides. 

You moan his name at the strange, unfamiliar feeling, pulling him close to you by his enormous shoulders. He lets himself collapse into your embrace, his body engulfing you completely, chest to chest, skin to skin. He's breathing heavily into your cheek, wanting to calm down so he could kiss you like he had craved for so long. But you're not that patient.

Turning your head , you catch his lips with your own, having him exhale heavily into your mouth, the make-out now sloppy and lazy, but still so undoubtedly full of want and need. 

"Ahora eres mía. Eres solo mía." He breathes, licking over your bottom lip before deepening the kiss, still inside you. His arms encircle you, curling around your waist and torso with a large hand splayed wide on your back. 

"Y yo soy tuyo."

translations:

Eres divina - You're divine

¡Di que me quieres! - Say you want me

Te necesito - I need you

Que rico - How lovely (sexual)

Ahora eres mía. Eres solo mía - You're mine now. You're only mine.

Y yo soy tuyo - And I am yours.

a/n: would you guys be interested in a feral miguel next? with the reader-on-ovulation situation + pheromones + miguel going into a rut?

[neckromantics]

You simply CANNOT look me in my eyes and tell me that Halsin wouldn't hand out piggy-back rides like nobody's business.

Just cause he's a sweet, beautiful refrigerator man who is willing to help you out if you have a particularly bad injury (or, if you're Astarion and play up how badly your feet are killing you until your big, strong, wood elf friend takes pity.) No matter how much you insist he shouldn't have to carry people around like that, he's insisting just as much that he doesn't mind. Like, he genuinely likes it. Can man-handling be a love language?

There was this one instance where you and a certain vampire had just got your asses handed to you by a boobytrap of epic proportions.

It was an easy mistake. You simply hadn't noticed, and he hadn't either until it was much too late. Ya'll got blown up so hard. How you were still alive when you should have been charred and gooey like two idiot marshmallows was a mystery to all. (Somehow, you think the last second yank to your cloak he gave in an attempt to save you just made the landing hurt worse. You were a pile of sprawled out limbs and sizzling leather before you could process that the hell had happened. The first words out of Astarion's mouth when he peeled himself off of you were to ask if his eyebrows were still there- made you promise you weren't lying when you assured him his pretty face was still intact.)

In comes Halsin, who sees the state of you two- the silver-haired elf sitting on the stone floor looking worse for wear as you hobble around the room with knocking knees, and stubbornly continue to rummage around in hopes of finding at least one potion of healing to share. The druid lets you finish your look around, lets you feel defeated for all of three seconds, before he waltzes over and scoops the two of you up. Like two, whiny sacks of potatoes you are, slung with great care. One over each of his broad shoulders.

Neither you or Astarion consider complaining about how embarrassing it might be- really just let yourselves be carried away like two misbehaving children getting hauled out of a shop after a tantrum. You lock eyes behind Halsin's back at some point to find that the two of you are sharing matching expressions. Just beneath your pained grimacing lies a little bit of shock. A little bit of awe. A little bit of.... wait, are you both kicking your feet as well?

Gods, you are practically swooning over your beefy friend's show of strength. It's ridiculous. You're just glad Halsin is too busy going on about how the two of you are "such brave adventurers" to notice whenever he glances back to check on you. At least you think he doesn't notice.

Huh. Is this just the concussion talking, or can you feel his shoulder shaking with laughter?

[mattypattypinky]

Anxiety (Inside Out 2) Insecurity Headcannons

(romantic)

I feel like she'd be extremely self conscious about a lot of things about herself, actually.

She would be anxious about her physical appearance, I think, as well as who she decides to hang around. She wants to make good impressions with everyone in HQ.

Some things I think she'd be anxious or embarrassed by about her own physical appearance is her overbite. She probably got it from sucking her thumb in her sleep, or nibbling at her fingertips or where her nails would be. I mean, I'm sure she already had one, but I feel like her anxious stims and sleep sucking might have made it worse. Not to mention her mouth is so big, and so is her head. Her head is proportionally much larger than her very scrawny body.

I think she would be genuinely slightly stressed about how not-pretty she is compared to the other girl emotions. I mean, a majority of the girl emotions in HQ are pretty in conventional ways, and even Ennui fits some sort of beauty standard, but I feel like she would think she doesn't fit to that standard.

She'd be anxious about her proportions, her overbite, her hair, her eyes. Everything. But not necessarily because she is envious of the other emotions, and wants to look like them - but moreso because she is worried that she is not on the same level as them in any way, beit physical or strategical.

I mean, she heavily idolizes Joy, and wishes to be a good leader like her.

I feel like she would compare herself to everyone around her...

Which may be why she takes it so quick to make Riley do a similar thing. Overcompensate to get along with the Fire-Hawks, because she herself thinks overcompensation is a successful tactic to "fit-in" to peers.

I feel like if she had a crush on someone it would definitely be no different. She would compare herself to them, and ultimately try to be more like them.

She would adopt some of your body language, or try to mimic it, subconsciously.

She would also adopt things that you were interested in. If you liked certain things, or specific emotions in HQ, she would make an effort to learn about them or get closer to them.

She would want to be in your social circle,

and if you had a specific type in a person, she would try her best to cater to it.

If you liked more confident people, she would... try. To be confident. Even if she failed, she would try. <3

If you liked people with curly hair, or straight hair, she might use a hair curler or straightener... Borrow it from disgust, in attempt to do her hair the way you like it.

If you liked taller people, she might get high heels. She wouldn't know how to use them, though. She'd be very clumsy in them.

If you were into controlling people, she would try to be moreso, though constantly nervous and apologetic in attempt and hopes to not go too far - however if you liked people who were more to themselves, and let loose - she would try her best to seem like she doesn't care, even though she does.

Realistically, I feel like she'd naturally be more in the middle ground. She can be jealous controlling and clingy, but it's subconscious. If put on the spot she'd be really anxious about doing so intentionally, or have trouble attempting to stop her habits of being such a control freak about things she cannot control.

If you told her it's okay to be herself, she would claim that you're 'too sweet', but she wouldn't believe it until like, the 100th time of you saying it.

She'd be... extremely easy to fluster. If you complimented her, especially the points in which she saw as a flaw, she would get super nervous and avert her eyes, probably giggle, or squeal. She'd probably accuse you of 'not meaning that...' whenever you do.

You compliment her overbite, tell her it's cute - Tell her that her hair is adorable the way that it is, or that her body is an adorable and quite fun proportion... And suddenly she's a giggly mess!

She might even accidentally have a voice crack or two.

I feel like it would genuinely mean the world to her if you told her she was perfect the way she is. I think it would genuinely be on her mind for hours, days, even MONTHS after you claiming that for the first time.

One step at a time, you would help her be more confident about the way she looks, sounds and acts. She would start to accompany her 'flaws' with your compliments, she may even start to like them herself because you like them so much.

The thought of her getting a bit gleaming grin due to your compliments on her teeth.

Of course, it wouldn't be you alone, - she is part to thank for her own confidence boosting, as she is changing her own perspective. But you definitely would help.

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi is a little clueless when it comes to how big he is.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, first times together, nagi’s just big. note: i think about him + his size always &lt;3

nagi was blissfully unaware of how big he was, it wasn’t something he paid too much attention too — he was 190cm, so it was in proportion to the rest of his body, right? thick, heavy pale shaft with a flushed pink tip, white happy trail and prominent veins along the sensitive glands that makes him shudder when you brush against them.

he didn’t think much of it until he felt suddenly self conscious at the way your jaw seemed to go lax at the your first sight of his cock, pressed between your thighs and his hips as you straddle his lap after he pushed down the waistband of his sweats to pool at his feet. he’d half expected you to climb off, he didn’t really know why you seemed so hesitant but he wasn’t gonna make you touch him no matter how hard he was — but he was still a little caught off guard when you reached for him anyway, some sort of determination burning in your eyes that he didn’t quite understand.

“‘ts too big, sei! c-can’t.” you gasp and nagi can barely breathe with how tight you’re squeezing around him, he can feel what you were thinking about now — he’s barely half way in but every extra inch he presses into your walls seems to make you clench even fucking tighter. you’re so snug and warm around him, twitching with the thick spread of him but you’re so determined, leaving pretty red marks along his shoulders as your legs tremble with his next eased roll of his hips.

“fuck—can take it, angel. just.. mmph—jus’ g’tta relax.” his words are strangled between soft pants and gasps, his hands trembling where they paw at your figure and he almost feels lightheaded, desperately fighting back the way he needs more.

“ah! seishiro, shit!” you breathe with your next grind into him and it’s almost too easy the way he fills you up, he’s thick and long and it’s effortless the way he’s able to press against all the sensitive spots inside of you. another inch and nagi can’t help the way his hips twitch underneath you, offering you a few more that make you whimper as he pulls you against him — letting him suckle messy kisses along your throat as he hugs you close.

“feels soooo good, pretty thing. w’nna give you more though—“ he can barely move with the way you’re wrapped around him and his drowsy gaze presses shut as his head falls against the back of the couch — parted lips and flushed to his chest as his hands pull desperately at your ass to spread you wider for the push of more of his cock.

you gasp, pulling away to cast nagi a starry-eyed, needy glance before you pull him back in for a kiss and your legs widen to allow him to sink deeper with his next stuttered thrust, followed by a sound that’s nothing more than a breathless whine against his lips when you feel him finally bottom out with a low whimper and a broken, dreamy moan.

you lean the weight of your hips against his as his fingers grope a little too hard at your skin, his eyes clenched shut as he tries not to lose himself in the needy coax of your pussy so soon—that’d be so cringe and such a pain but you feel so good and you’re so fucking tight.

“jus’ be patient w’ me, angel. ‘ts no fair, you feel too good ‘ts bothersome.” the snowy haired striker breathes and his voice sounds needier than he expects, pulling back to admire how pretty you look above him before you kiss him once on the cheek, mumbling something affirming that has him trembling before you’re drawing your hips up.

“fill me up so good, sei. wanna make you feel good too.” your pussy flexes again, as if it’s trying to coax back in every inch you lose and nagi whines, his jaw clenching before a breathier croon of your name falls from his lips. the first real bounce is a little too good, his own clumsy as he tries to meet your pace and he whimpers before readjusting his feet—breathing deep when your hips meet his with the first wet, clapping thrust that has his toes curling when he hugs you closer, listening to him pant and growl softly between your moans.

“ah.. ‘ts fine, g’nna fuck you now. so tight, wanna go another round already.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[bloodycassian]

Striking a Deal - Reader x Azriel

Reader is a demon, capable of granting information in exchange for things she wants. When Azriel summons her, she may be more than he can handle. 

Warnings - ‘forced’ sex due to circumstance, bondage, unbreakable ties, choking, teasing, orgasm denial, HFO/hands free orgasm, cock milking, squirting, cum paly, g-spot and clitoral stim, fingering, mention of knot (no knotting), hand job, wing play, mention of blood ingestion (not super sexual, not in scene),

As always, skip to ++++++++++ for just the nasty stuff. <3

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Azriel was desperate. Fully, truly desperate for stooping this low. 

Still, he chanted on, plowing through verse after verse of the summoner’s spell.

He had little regret over what he’d done. Scaring away fifteen priestesses hadn’t been hard, but finding the right tome had been. He should have asked for the book first. 

“Of blood, and by this flame I summon you.” He finished, slicing a cut into his wrist deep enough to coat the pile of bones and herbs he’d gathered for this ritual. 

And there was silence. He glanced around, taking in the painted walls of the temple and carved archways. The moon was little more than a sliver, the thing he’d summoned could be anywhere. He scented his own fear and clamped down on it, forcing his mind to ease. 

To fear would be fatal, now. 

“I expected someone more powerful than a shadowsinger.” Her voice was like honey dripping into his ears. His neck went stiff, as if a puppeteer was controlling him. His shadows lashed out into the darkness, quickly finding the owner of the voice and wrapping them - no.. her - in bindings. 

Very much her. Gorgeous proportions and the hair, his mind went foggy with lust. He saw her now that his shadows had pinpointed her, and was wholly overwhelmed with the perfection of her. Something deep inside him rumbled with warning, though. 

This was no witch or sorcerer, not even a Queen. This was something far more powerful and deadly, and he struggled to remember that.

“I may be more powerful than you know.” He said, attempting to put on the saam air of seduction the female radiated. 

She walked through his shadows as if they weren’t even there, and again his mind quaked with unfamiliar fear. 

“What is it such a powerful shadowsinger needs then?” She hummed, bending beside him and plucking a bone from the floor. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the length of it, staring at Azriel the whole time. His cock surged, and he cleared his throat. 

“I seek a weapon. Something to end a God.” Azriel began, gauging her unimpressed reaction. 

“And?” She prompted, taking another lick of his blood. Goosebumps broke out along his flesh.

“Would you be able to help with something like that?” He his his irritation behind an easy smile, watching her tongue. At least her beauty made up for such informality. 

“I suppose. It depends how much the asker is willing to pay for such a thing.” 

“I have gold.” He supplied, not convince his lowest bid would be enough. Especially not with a demon this peculiar. 

“I do too.” She smiled, and waved a hand. His vision went blurry for a moment, then all around him appeared as if he were in a vault of gold marks, gold pillars, stretching from the floor going up and up into the blackened sky. A hot breath fell on his neck, and when he whipped around, the golden eye of a massive beast greeted him. 

He jumped backwards, knocking his ritual items over, sending them clattering through the temple. He whirled back around, facing the demon he’d brought here. She shrugged, casting the bone aside and approaching him. 

“Show me what you’re really willing to lose, Shadowsinger.” She walked two fingers up his abdomen, to his chest and rested them under his jaw, forcing him to look up. “A weapon that powerful is going to cost more than anything I sense you carry.” 

“What do you want?” He hissed, hating how much her touch turned him on. Her nails scratched down his neck, and it was like a branding iron on his skin. Chills raced along his arms. 

She sighed, admiring the way his throat bobbed, the way the tendons in his neck stuck out when he was so tense. “I’ve been so… lonely, stuck in the Pit by myself.” She pouted, making his cock ache with the suggestion of what she was proposing. “No one summons us anymore. All you fae and mortals trust so much in your common magics and healers. No one is desperate enough to call upon us anymore.” 

He took a steadying breath, his heart hammering in hsi chest. She leaned in, so close to his ear he could feel her hot breath against it. “I want you… to summon me. To bring me back to this planet and allow me to live. Even for the short while before they pull me back. Cast this same ritual, and bring me back.” She took his hand and brought it to her breast, squeezing his fingers tight around it. A groan fell from him, and before he could even think about the implications of striking such a deal, his mouth was on hers. 

The deal had been struck.

++++++++++++++++++++++

The searing burn of his tongue upon yours was so deliciously delightful, so full of need and challenge that you could hardly feel the brand of the deal writing itself on your neck. 

The kiss had sealed the bond, the rest of this would be just for fun. 

“Your weapon-” You say between moans, pulling his tunic off and freeing his muscled body. “Will be found in the deepest lake on the highest peak-” 

He rips your clothes off, tearing and urgent with need. “I didn’t summon you for a riddle.” He growls, dipping his head to catch a nipple between his teeth. A sharp gasp escapes you, and you squeeze his cock in your hand. 

“You didn’t summon me as your whore, either.” You correct, yanking him back by the hair. He bares his teeth, and his shadows wrap around your ankles, thick and cool against your skin. 

“You certainly act like that’s what you’re here for.” He grunts, and those shadows snake farther up your exposed legs until they’re massaging into your thighs. A ripple of want shoots through you at their closeness to your waiting cunt. 

You’re too distracted by his hands and shadows on you to really give him a comeback. Truthfully, his filthy mouth could be saying anything at this moment and you wouldn’t care, not as long as he was touching you. It’d been a century since you’d seen anything other than the black pit of your home, and with such a gorgeous male before you, how could one resist? Your blood had been thrumming with need the second you’d crawled out of your home.

He pulls you forward, onto one of the short steps that leads to the recessed center of the room. “Now, what do I have to do to get you to bring me this weapon?” He rasps against your skin, biting your shoulder as he sat you down on the step. He pulls away, only to start lapping down your body until he is between your thighs, joining his shadows there. 

“You want another deal, Shadowsinger?” You pant, leaning back on the step behind you and spreading your legs wide for him. He groans and the shadows ghost over your folds with teasing, almost-touches.

“Tell me.” He demands, and laps at you with a flattened tongue. “Such a pretty pussy.” He praises. 

Your legs snap together, squeezing his head. “I cannot retrieve it for you, but I can take you to where it is.” You promise, and the half - truth of it feels sour on your tongue. You could retrieve it, but it’d take much more time than you had after you were released from the Pit. 

He hums, seemingly content with the answer as he laps at you. His shadows join, dipping into your pussy and writhing there, fucking you softly but with ferocity. Your breaths are coming in shallow, frantic spurts as you focus on not coming on his face. 

You want his cock for that. 

A lick of your power lashes out, breaking his shadows away and freezing him in place with a leash of your own making. Magic bound, he straightens at your command and the sight of his surprise sets you giggling. 

“You’re eager.” You critique. Sitting up, you take his cock in your hands and admire it, loosening your magic on him when you feel him relax and sigh at your touch. “Much too eager.” You observe the thick rivulets of pre-come dripping from his tip. You dip down and take a taste of him, humming at the sense of it. The salty, needy taste of him. 

You wrap your hand around him and give him a long, slow pump and he shudders. His cock is magnificent. You can barely touch your fingers together around him with his thickness, and the knot at the base of him is hardly formed. Was he one of the fae able to change his cock at will? A ripple of excitement rolls though you at the possibility of it. You stroke him again, and another drop of precome wets his tip and you tap the tip of your finger with it, trailing it over his shaft and up his abdomen until you reach his lips. He takes it eagerly still, enjoying the taste of himself it seems. 

You bind his hands to his sides, and ghost your fingers over his cock. Barely touching him, just as his shadows had teased you. He spits venom, cursing you with each delicate touch. You stroke him hard and through occasionally, but watching him be so needy for the touch is such a turn-on.

Your nails trail from his balls and up his shaft, then you circle the tip of him gently with the pad of your finger, swirling his lubrication there. He’s watching you the entire time, his brows pulled together and his lips a deep shade of red that matches the tip of his cock.

“I am glad that you were the one who’s summoned me.” You hum, getting up and going behind him. Even with him on his knees, he still reaches the height of your breast. He’s huge and lithe in his build, even his wings are a powerful kind. You touch them gently, humming when he hisses curses under his breath. 

That gets your attention.

“Sensitive. Illyrian wings are different than the wings of other winged species, aren’t they?” You question, raking your nails over the arches of them. He cries out, lurching forward but your magic catches him, hauling him back up and in place before he can fold onto the step. 

You kneel behind him, and wrap an arm around to take his cock into your hand again. He shudders and thrusts forward, into your grip. He’s needy and desperate and with you touching his wings he’s going to cum embarrassingly quickly. He hates how much he’s loving this, how the control you have over him is making him so fucking desperate. 

He fucks into your hand, his precome wetting him enough that it heightens the experience further. Your hand is wet and hot and not nearly as good as your mouth had been but it’s better than the teasing touches you’d been giving him earlier, and he’s grateful. His need is rising and his muscles are working, his balls going tight with the need of release. 

Then, you pull away. Your hand is gone and he’s left fucking the air like an animal, and he’s shuddering. “You fucking- bitch..” He grinds out, his abdomen flexing with how close he’d been. His balls tighten and relax, his cock twitching and slapping against his stomach. 

You stand and go back to be in front of him, watching him twitch and writhe uncomfortably. His cock is surging and desperately seeking more stimulation, The angry redness of the tip a delicious strawberry color that makes you salivate. 

You go back to tracing over him, and you can feel his power, his every fiber struggling against your magic. He’s close, so on the edge that you’re sure he’ll break with only a few more strokes. Good. You want him to. You want him to remember the only female who’d bested him at his own desires. You want him to fuck you endlessly, if that is the only time you have on this planet.

His balls are tight and heavy, and when you trace a finger along his ridge he shudders, leaning forward again. You allow it this time, catching his lips with yours and letting your tongue flick over his own. He groans into your mouth and snaps his hips forward when you make a loose fist over his cock. 

His needy cries echo across the temple like a song. 

You tighten your hand, allowing him to fuck into it for a few more strokes before pulling away again. But it’s too late. You pull back and watch as he thrusts into the air, his cock pulsing with his orgasm. He’s snarling and cursing as the pleasure takes him in a violent way. You watch in supreme pleasure as he gets what he finally wants. His cum shoots out and lands on your legs, your belly. The stone floor and steps. His spend is hot and dribbles from his tip when you release his bindings. 

He wavers, and his shadows return slowly. His muscles flex as he leans forward, clearly exhausted with the experience. 

His hands shake when he leans over you, catching your chin in his hand. “You are a horrible little thing.” He curses, then forces his tongue into your mouth.

He forces you back, so you’re arched against the steps, and the fingers of his other hand go between your folds, slickening them before plunging in. The most exquisite burn fills you, and is then eased by his curling fingers. He draws out your wetness, coating your clit with it and rubbing firm circles for a moment before pushing deep back inside of you. 

He uses his entire forearm and wrist while he does it, truly fucking you with his hand. His fingers are thick and they do satiate a part of your own need, but it’s nothing compared to what his cock would be. 

But this part of the game is up to him. You’d had your fun, and now it was his turn. 

His tongue is aggressive in your mouth, fighting your own and showing you exactly what he’d been doing against your pussy before. He pulls away, leaving drool on your chin. His shadows go to your wrists, and you allow them to lock you in place, legs spread wide and wrists bound to the floor. 

This is his turn. If you want him to stay true to his bargain not just for bargaining sake, you’ll let him have his turn. You could use him, sure, - force him in place and take him as you wanted - but where was the fun in that? 

“Azriel-” You pant, and he takes your throat in a hand. Not hard, not dangerous, but certainly a silent command. 

He’s working you deep and swiping against your g-spot with every stroke, and if he doesn’t stop you’re not sure if you’ll be able to either. 

“Making me cum without even letting me really touch you first?” He scolds, punctuating it with his thumb stroking over your clit. Your yes clamp shut, your thighs desperately trying to do the same but his shadows - as weak as they are - won’t allow you to. You moan, the pressure of his hand against your throat a devious thing. 

Your body is betraying you, reaching your high peaks so quickly while he rubs your clit. Your walls squeeze him, wanting more. Needing more than just two fingers. But his thumb is relentless and consistent, you try to fight the building orgasm but it only makes your g-spot more sensitive. 

“Azriel please-” You whine, panting and squirming as much as you can under him. His hand leaves your throat and instead goes to the back of your head, knotting in your hair there. He forces you to watch his hands word, how spread you are for him, the way your wetness shines against this dark skin. He’s humming something in your ear but you can barely hear it over the mounting pleasure, the cascade of twitching need that writhes inside you, begging to be released. A dam too overflowed, your control slips, and slips.

 You push against the heat, the pressure of the orgasm but again, he brushes into that spot inside you and your clit again, and you’re shaking - coming apart in his grasp. Wetness coats him, your own juices flowing out of you in an intense way, splattering against the floor and coating his arm. The wet sounds of his fingers still working you echo against the high ceilings and stone walls. 

You’re shaking, shuddering and breathing hard when he gently removes his fingers then laps at them. 

The sight nearly sends you into another orgasm. 

“Safe to say you’ll be summoned often, little demon.” He says, offering you a finger wet with your own juices. 

You take it greedily, sucking on his finger the same way you wanted to suck his cock.

“Next time I expect you to last longer.” You critique, earning a laugh from him. 

“If I make that promise now, does that mean we get to fuck again and seal that bond?”

[on-leatheredwings]

Intro Post: PARIS ♡ the femboy! yandere (pinboard) tw: dark themes, somno mention

Written Content: (coming soon)

Intensity: 4/10. MILD. As a yandere at all, he is of course enamored with you. He gets easily riled about you, but unlikely to injure, heavily drug, or be violent with you. He would get violent with others if needed, but prefers to publicly humiliate his rivals. His obsession mainly presents through excessive quality time, manipulation and mildly assaulting you in your sleep. Age: mid or late 20s. He's a Libra. Gender: Cisgender male. Pronouns are he/him, though he will answer to she/her (and later correct that individual). He enjoys when you call him princess, though. And only you. Sexuality: There's a lot of speculation on the internet, but he seems to prefer women. Occupation: Paris is an American Olympic-level figure skater, and will likely retire after the next Olympic Games. He's not quite an internet personality, but his online popularity gets him a lot of brand deals.

General appearance: Paris is of Russian descent. He is relatively pale, with straight, mousy brown hair that reaches just above the waist. His eyes are brown. His lips are small, heart shaped and usually glossed. He is lean, but due to his sport, he does have a level of muscle tone greater than the average person. Paris is 180 centimeters tall (~5’10) with model-like proportions. His ears are pierced. Fashion sense: See board. Fond of hyper-feminine clothing, Paris’s wardrobe is an eclectic blend of coquette, gyaru, and figure skater fashion. Often wears pink, white, pastel blue or black. His clothes aren’t very revealing – he is quite fond of layering shirts and cardigans. He actually doesn’t wear skirts that often, opting more often for leggings. Paris wears false lashes often, and wears light, feminine makeup. Paris does wear masculine clothing, though only when he isn’t expecting to be photographed or seen in public.  As a male figure skater, on the rink, he is expected to ‘tone it down’ with the makeup and keep his hair tied back. During competitions and photoshoots, he presents more masculine, though still quite androgynous. His skating outfits possess a feminine flair.

Personality: Paris is fun-loving, boisterous, and goes through life like nothing phases him. (A facade, to be sure.) Paris strikes others as easy-going and snarky, but is pretty observant and manipulative. He definitely plays into his 'feminine wiles' schtick to get what he wants. However friendly he appears, Paris doesn't tolerate disrespect, and enjoys fighting fire with fire. He definitely enjoys humiliating people who cross him, and especially when they cross you. Paris is no stranger to off-color and lewd jokes, but would stop if you disapproved. Paris is notably much sweeter when talking to you. Romantically, Paris had a bit of a rotating door until you caught his eye. Within celebrity circles, he's kind of regarded as a player. He wasn't unkind to women... he just moved on fast, often bored. Which is something that does not seem to be happening with you. ♡

Bonus: Paris is really popular online! He's witty and pretty tuned into current social media trends. He's streamed on Twitch multiple times just for fun, and is always bombarded with gifts. None of his fans' love matters as much as you do, though. He appeals to younger, queer people especially.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 10

part 1, prev part

The next day, the Chief is back looking like a man on a mission. Catching Wayne’s eye while he’s on his way in, but interrupted when the Harrington kid steps in his path. Talking to him in hushed whispers, but tense as hell.

The chief sighs, cocking his head to the side and bringing the kid to talk outside. Wayne isn’t the person to eavesdrop, but after yesterday, after the endless questions with no answers, he is desperate for an explanation.

An explanation why his kid is stuck on a hospital bed while Steve is walking around like he has every right to. Like he isn’t part of the reason his boy was halfway to dead for the past week.

What made his boy protect a person that he seemed to hate? A person who’s had everything handed to him, never had to experience real hardships. Stood on the sidelines while his boy was mocked and taunted. Ostracized for being who he was. Molded into this villain.

Kings look down on villains, seeing them as threats to their status. Their reputation. And the Harrington’s are part of the rulers of this town. Funding the high school extracurriculars, the hospital, the candidates on the ballots. Money that, in the grand scheme of reality, Wayne couldn’t give a shit where it goes.

Until it comes between him, his kid, and their lives. Eddie could’ve died, and for what? So the rich can keep being that? So they can keep coming out on top.

Wayne understands why Eddie would throw himself into danger for Dustin. Hell, he probably would have done the same thing. But Steve Harrington. Wayne’s not so sure that’s the path he would choose.

Taking the last cigarette from the pack, Wayne positions himself near the corner of the hospital. Hearing the Chief and Harrington talking right around the bend. Taking a long drag, he tilts his ear up to listen.

Living in a trailer park made everyone a secret gossip. Wayne just never thought he was going to do it like this.

“What about Owens?” Steve’s not so hushed voice carries around the corner. “He seems to be the one to fix all your problems.”

Wayne can hear the annoyance in the Chief’s voice. “Either still in hiding or avoiding my calls. I’ve had to go through his partner for all of this.”

“We need to fix this, Hop, and fast. Eddie can’t be pinned for this shit.”

“I know.” The Chief takes a deep breath. “But the town needs a fall guy. I can’t take the cuffs off just yet.”

Steve hisses a breath. “He’s been getting better. Doesn’t have the ventilator anymore, could wake up any day now. He doesn’t deserve to wake up thinking the town still hates him for something he was a victim of.”

“Kid, I know but I can’t-.”

Steve cuts him off. “I saw how effected his was by all this, Hop. I saw how upset he was thinking the town thought he could do that to her. To all of them. All of them willing to pick up their pitchforks to hunt the freak. He was terrified.”

Wayne feels the anger start to simmer up again. Hearing this kid put words in his boy’s mouth. Saying that he knows everything.

Maybe he does. Maybe Wayne’s blowing this all out of proportion. But he can’t help it. He’s tired, his hope is running dry. One wrong move and he’ll snap. Harrington’s just an easy target.

“I hear you,” the Chief’s voice raises. “But I really can’t-.”

Steve cuts his off again. “Yes, you can and that is the whole problem.”

“No, I can’t.” The hushed screams turn to louder reprimands. “Until the Feds get what they want, I’m powerless here.”

“But if it was El, that would be a completely different story, wouldn’t it?”

Even though Wayne can’t see them, the silence is so thick not even the sharpest blade could cut through it. Steve pushed the wrong button.

“Don’t go there, Steve.” The quiet anger in the Chief’s voice is enough to make anyone step down.

Steve doesn’t. “I am going there.” Steve’s voice has almost reached a yell. Full of anger of his own. “You do everything when it’s affecting you, and the people you care about. But as soon as it’s someone else that might get the fall, you step back and say you can’t do a damn thing.”

“I can’t do a damn thing,” the Chief booms.

“Yes. You. Can,” Steve yells right back. “If it were El, or Joyce, or Will, hell even Mike there strapped to that table right now, the cuffs would have been off the second you came back. No matter what. You would have taken the fall of that. You would have taken the Fed’s anger about it. You would have fucking done something about it. Why not now?”

Before the Chief can even answer the question, Steve is walking away with a huff. Not even noticing Wayne as he walks right back to the parking lot and slams the door of his fancy car. Driving away faster than he should.

Wayne might be directing the anger that sits in his chest at the wrong person.

But all of that doesn't seem to matter anymore. Almost immediately as his sits back in the hospital room, ready for nothing to happen. Eddie opens his eyes.

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[doobledabbadoo]

Hii! You fucking ate with the TDI redesigns and it wanted to know if you'd make a guide as to how you mimicked the TDI style?

hihi !! tysm !! glad a lot of ppl like em !!

as for the style guide, i am far from an expert at replicating art styles, but having a neo-UPA inspired art style really made this easier for me, even if i did struggle on getting used to some design choices.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone tracing over other people’s artwork to claim as your own final product. I only trace the shapes from the total drama characters to break down and analyze the art style for educational purposes.

IN GENERAL

total drama’s art style is heavily stylized and takes inspiration from clone high and many UPA-inspired cartoons in the late 90’s to early 2000’s. it uses very thick and bold outlines to define its characters and their individual shape language. a lot of designs use a variety of sharp angles, straight lines, and curved arcs to achieve a balanced character design that works in the total drama universe.

because the shape language is very geometric and simple, it’s surprisingly easy to recreate the total drama art style & reimagine some of your favorite characters in the universe!

BODY TYPES: THE “TYPICAL” WOMAN

a lot of the women in the show follow this base, even more than the “typical” male body type. compared to the men, the women of total drama have cat-like eyes, stylized lips, skinny necks, an hour-glass figure, longer and thicker legs, and pointy fingers. head shapes & features may vary depending on character and/or ethnicity. not all women in the show look like this, though! there’s a decent handful of women with very unique body types, such as beth, macarthur, & emma from the 2023 reboot! it also helps to reference characters from different seasons to get a better idea of the shape language in the show’s universe!

BODY TYPES: THE “TYPICAL” MAN

the “typical” body type for men isn’t as well defined as it is for the “typical” woman, so there aren’t as many examples of what defines the “typical” male body type. However, based on the handful of characters we collected, we can determine that the “typical” male body type in total drama is top-heavy. compared to the women, many of the men have broad chests and shoulders, thicker and longer arms, thicker necks, thinner waists and hips, and shorter, thinner legs. they have flatter, more boxy fingers comoared to the pointy fingers the women have. head shapes and features may vary depending on character and/or ethnicity.

BODY TYPES: THE PLUS SIZED WOMAN

plus-sized women follow some of the same rules & principles as the “typical” woman does, from more cat-like eyes to sharper fingers however, in contrast to the more common body type, these woman have much thicker body proportions and use rounder, smoother lines to emphasize either fat or muscle. head shapes and other features may vary depending on the character and/or ethnicity.

BODY TYPES: THE PLUS SIZED MAN

there’s a pretty good variety when it comes to drawing plus-sized men. while some of them, like ripper, follow some similar principles to the “typical” man, others offer a new, unique design base to work with. their features are generally rounder and wider to emphasize their weight. head shapes & other features may vary depending on character and/or ethnicity.

BODY TYPES: THE LANKY MAN

unlike the “typical” man, the lankier men don’t usually have the same broad shoulders and chest. their limbs are much thinner, & they sometimes don’t have any pronounced calves. it’s more common for the lankier men to have their feet facing in the same direction as opposed to the other, though the latter isn’t an uncommon design desicion either. head shapes and other festures vary depending on the character and/or ethnicity.

BODY TYPES: THE BEEFY MAN

Of all the body types presented to the male characters, this one is the closest and most similar to the “typical” male body type. the difference is that the broadness of the shoulders and chest are exaggerated more, and the shape of the arms can vary between being wider to having more lumps. head shapes and other features may vary depending in character and/or ethnicity.

HAIR STYLES

a hairstyle can tell people a lot about a character. theres a lot of different ways to draw hair on characters, though in general, the appeal to total drama’s art style would be the simplicity and angularity in its shape language and character designs, so you don’t have to give your character thousands of spiky hair strands to make them appealing.

im not good at explaining how i replicate art styles so i really hope these help!!! also im sorry this ask took forever to compile lol i just wanted an excuse to study the shows art style more. heres another helpful video to help understand the process of character design !!

i also recommend checking out harry gold’s channel. he does a lot of art style replication videos & this one explains art style replication exceptionally well!

tysm for ur ask & tysm for ur patience!!

[lovingseventeen]

can you do svt crying in front of you for the first time? (established relationship) 🥺

svt crying in front of you for the first time ✧˖*°࿐

a/n: the occasional mild angst, some are less serious than others. also sorry this took a bit, sometmes it's so easy to write for all 13 of them but other times i feel like i'm stretching ideas thin.. so i wanted to try to make this as good as i could .. i hope you enjoyed!

seungcheol:

○ it was after an argument with the members

○ really, it was just something stupid that got blown out of proportion and everyone went home with a hot head. he didn’t say much when he got home to you and you could sense that something was off

○ you decided not to hover around him and just let him come to you and vent if he wanted to

○ up until he was on the couch and you saw him check his messages and angrily throw his phone. you flinched at the sound but you also softened when you saw him angrily wipe his eyes

○ “hey.. what’s wrong?” you asked softly, carefully placing a hand on his arm

○ he just sat down and you followed. soon after, he lays down to put his head in your lap, voice muffled by his hands covering his face. “just something stupid” he sighed

○ instinctively, you start running your fingers through his hair bc you know it soothes him. you don’t say much to him in these moments but you’re glad you can help him calm down when he’s so upset (10 mins later you realize he’s fallen asleep while you trace your fingers)

jeonghan:

○ it was after an argument between the two of you

○ words were thrown around and he was being far too nonchalant and somehow that made you even more irritated

○ " i don't even know about this anymore!" you spit out

○ you'd never looked at him like that either. it's like he unlocked this new level of disappointment and he wondered if he could come back from it

○ "is this it, then?" he said, voice still far too quiet for the emotions that were running rampant in the room

○ angry and hurt tears fell from his eyes but he wouldn't break eye contact with you

○ he didn't want this to end, and he really didn't want this image of you to be the lasting one in his mind if it did

○ you softened, looking away, "i don't want it to be"

○ a small wave of relief washed over him, he could still hold onto you. he walked over to you to gently hold your hand, one that was crossed over your chest

○ "i don't want it either." you let him pull you into him

○ "can we please restart this conversation? i'm sorry it got here" he whispers into your hair

○ you embrace him back "yeah, i'm sorry too"

joshua:

○ he's a bit of an empath

○ you were crying during a movie so in the end, so was he NYDSDHSJ

○ "darling.." he says softly, heart aching over the sight of tears running down your face

○ there wasn't much he could do but to let you cry it out and feel your emotions but he wasn't expecting himself to get so sad either

○ he just wraps an arm around you, running a soothing hand up and down your back

○ he tries to look back at the movie but every sniffle and hiccup from you makes him turn back to you

○ when you notice his eyes blotchy too, it almost makes you stop altogether

○ "you're crying too, josh?"

○ "can't really help it when you're crying, baby" he chuckles, as both of you dab each other's tear's away with your own sleeves

○ "we're being a little silly right now, huh?" you slightly laugh

○ he does his little signature eye crinkle with a little snort, "maybe we are"

jun:

○ it was when he sprained his ankle pretty badly dancing and he was told to take a rest for two weeks

○ inevitably, it felt like the world was turning without him and that he wouldn't be able to keep up when he returned

○ you caught him trying to watch over a dance practice and following along in your living room

○ all was alright up until he put too much weight on his injury and fell over, landing on his bum

○ "ah, shit" he cringed, getting up to drop himself on the couch

○ "aren't you supposed to be resting, hm?" you asked gently, sitting down next to him

○ he leaned forward, placing his head in his hands, "yeah" followed by a sniffle

○ "you know the rest will let you come back and dance even better, right?" you asked gently

○ " i know, but i just want to keep up"

○ "darling you'll be able to make it up easily, you're literally the best" you encouraged

○ "you're just saying that because i'm your boyfriend" he mumbled into his hands

○ "not just because of that" you assured, wrapping your arms around his middle, "but because you're just that amazing"

hoshi:

○ he didn’t want you to find out that he was an emotional drunk. but of course, this was also kind of inevitable

○ one of the boys had texted you asking if you could pick him up after they all had a bit to drink while filming

○ by the time you drove your car up to the hybe building entrance, hoshi was waiting with an arm slung around mingyu’s shoulders (mingyu had an arm around his waist). anyone passing by would think that they were dating

○ “thanks for coming by, y/n” mingyu says, half carrying hoshi into the passenger seat and buckling him in. “any time” you laughed

○ you drove for a little bit in silence as you assumed that hoshi fell asleep. but suddenly you heard your name called out in a small voice

○ “what is it bub?”

○ a deep inhale. “myungho said i wasn’t a tiger”

wonwoo:

○ he didn't cry often in general, so you never really saw it

○ both of you were surprised when it was when he first heard circles

○ "woozi sent this over to me and said it's what he's always wanted to say so i wonder what it is"

○ he places his phone down on the table as you both listen to it

○ you're watching him more than you're listening

○ wonwoo himself is caught off-guard when he finds himself trying to hold his face back from frowning

○ suddenly his breathing is a little heavier as he's trying to control this heavy lump in his throat

○ it's by the second chorus that the tears start falling and you only reach over to hold his hand

○ he can't stop the tears by now so all he can do is wipe them away with the end of his sweater

○ you both wait for the song to finish (you yourself had to hold back from watching your boyfriend cry) and just sit in silence a little after

○ "it was beautiful" you say

○ a chuckle. "yeah it really was"

woozi:

○ it happened rarely, but rarely doesn’t mean never 

○ he couldn’t come up with new ideas for his music 

○ you visited him at his studio, but little did you know it was his nth hour of replaying the same clips over and over to jog his brain 

○ “i brought you something~~” you announced as you closed the door behind you 

○ he was hunched over his laptop, barely acknowledging your presence 

○ you knew this was unusual, so you made your way towards him, setting the food you brought down on a table 

○ when you sat next to him, he turned his face away but you didn’t miss the deep and slightly broken inhale he took 

○ immediately you’re filled with worry. “what’s wrong?” you ask, reaching to give his knee a squeeze 

○ “i’m gonna ruin our next album i can’t come up with anything” 

○ “hey,” you said softly, “hey, you know that’s not true” 

○ he finally turned to you with a stray tear falling down. he didn’t say anything out of fear of just crying more 

○ “how about this,” you offer, “have you taken a break?” he shakes his head. 

○ “have you maybe asked some of the other guys for help?” yet another head shake. 

○ “have you left this room in the last 48 hours- not including the bathroom!” you clarified, this finally made him laugh. 

dokyeom:

○ it was during a movie (bless his heart) 

○ it wasn’t even a particularly sad one, it was actually quite the opposite 

○ something about a child reuniting with their parents after being lost for so long and it touched your heart too

○ though it surprised you to look at your boyfriend hurriedly wiping tears away from his eyes 

○ maybe you fell in love with him a little more, “you okay?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek

○ he sniffled but smiled nonetheless, “yeah, ‘m just happy they found each other again” 

mingyu:

○ it was after a particularly grueling day of practice

○ his body couldn't seem to keep up with the complicated choreography and he was missing half of his marks

○ the other members were making jokes at his expense with no malice whatsoever, but little did they know they were hitting a little deeper that day

○ during one of their breaks he checked his phone

○ i'm in the area getting lunch, do you want me to drop off something? you texted

○ yes please, he replied, texting a simple order

○ when you arrived at the hybe building, he met you in one of the quieter spaces meant for employee lounging so he could talk to you for a few minutes, you did come all the way

○ "hi baby" he greeted, so so glad to see you

○ "hi gyu," you smiled, but something in your gut told you something was off, "you okay?"

○ for a moment you saw his smile falter, but he quickly tried to mask it again. "yeah i'm fine, the new dance is just kinda hard"

○ you didn't want to press too much further so you just reached up to cup his cheek, "i trust that you'll get it gyu, i really do"

○ he sees how genuinely you believe your words through your eyes and this is enough to make him smile but not enough to let him fully hold back a tear

○ you wipe it away and he leans into your touch

minghao:

○ you were partaking in a little tea ceremony with him

○ maybe there was something in the air that day, the weather was beautiful, warm, but not enough to make you sweat, a simple breeze passing through

○ he snuck a peak at you sitting across from him while you were meditating

○ he was hit with a sudden sense of fulfillment

○ there you were, putting your utmost focus into something he cared about and he just felt so happy

○ your face looked so relaxed as the gentle sunshine made your skin look like it was glowing

○ since the two of you think alike, you snuck a peek at him too and caught him wiping a tear away

○ "are you okay, hao?"

○ "just happy" he smiled

seungkwan:

○ it was after one of their tours and seungkwan had been away for 3 months

○ you had started dating a month before the tour even started so he was concerned that he was leaving you too soon

○ would you still like him when he came back? what if your met someone who you could be with more often?

○ so on his day back, his stomach was flipping in excitement and in anxiety. he missed you so much, but what if you realized you didn’t miss him?

○ while he unlocks your apartment, he takes a deep breath, preparing himself to accept whatever comes

○ when he opens the door he sees you (with a biggest smile on your face) with a small cake in your hands that says “welcome home my boo!”

○ there’s also some balloons decorating your living room and he just can’t believe you did all of this

○ “y/n” is all he can say, unsure of what he could to convey how much his heart was swelling

○ “welcome home, baby” you smiled, placing the cake down to make your way to him

○ his arms opened up to you like second nature, quick to wrap around your middle to pull you close to him

vernon:

○ dang it's really hard to come up with a scenario where vernon might cry

○ either it has to be a genuinely tragic moment or something kind of random (like him)

○ maybe he was trying to cook or something and rubbed a pepper in his eye because he forgot he held it with his bare hands

○ "babe i need help" you hear from the kitchen

○ there you see your precious boyfriend with his eyes squinted and a little red, not knowing what to do with his hands

○ "what happened?"

○ "rubbed the pepper into my eye.."

○ "ah" you nod, quickly wetting a paper towel to dab at his eyes that are watering

○ pls his hands are still out as he tries not to touch anything else so he looks a little silly

○ "you're trying not to laugh aren't you" he mutters, barely able to open his eyes

○ "no" you deadpan

○ "you can't be mean like this, y/n" he pouts and frowns. if you didn't have the context of the pepper you'd really think you hurt his feelings

○ (lowkey curse him for looking kinda good even if he's crying)

○ "uh huh, poor you" you scoff, making sure to wipe his hands too

dino:

○ cried because drunk you wouldn't get into the damn car (funny how karma hit him after doing the same exact thing to jeonghang)

○ "but i wanna party some more!" you whined, barely able to stand up by yourself

○ he's struggling to carry you as you randomly drop your weight

○ he doesn't know if the tears coming from his eyes are from laughing at your state or genuine frustration that this is so hard

○ the two of you end up plopping on the pavement next to your car as your legs have magically decided to stop working

○ "baby please, my love, my darling, the love of my life, get into the car" he practically begs

○ "but i barely got to drink!"

○ "but you've drank too much!" he half-argues, he finds himself almost losing it because why is he arguing with a drunk person?

○ "honey, please" he even goes to the extent of clasping his hands together, "let's go home"

○ suddenly drunk you decides to bargain

○ "will you buy me ice cream"

○ "baby i would buy a store's entire stock just for you to get into the car"

○ your drunken self softened at this, "you would?" by this, you're also tearing up

○ "okay chan, i'll get in the car"

○ he's thanking the heavens as he helps you up and eventually fastens your seatbelt.

○ but you do make up for things when you mumble what sounds like an 'i love you' before you proceed to pass out in the passenger seat

○ (he still stops by a convenience store to buy you ice cream even as you snooze)