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joohanisms · 2 years ago

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hi lizzie! i already know you by your main, i wanted to ask you some oneshots/thoughts about sex with jealous jiseok?

MY MAIN ?@?@@? was it from the obnoxious amount of likes i leave on every single work on the xdh tags LMAO thank you so much for the request <33 hope you like it

jealous jiseok thoughts 💭💫

cw: jealousy obv, oral (fem receiving), possessive tones, unprotected sex (on birth control. don't be dumb), cum play slightly wc: 1,1k

minors dni

jiseok doesn't strike me to be the type to get jealous easily But! once he does... oh no

let's say you're out somewhere, like a party. and he's going about the looks people shoot you the usual way: smirking back at people, all smug, as if he's saying "this is Mine <3 look at me having someone you'll never have"

he did not expect your own friend to hit on you though

they were always a little touchy, and jiseok's not usually bothered (hell, he's not even in a place to be bothered. his friends are hanging off his shoulders half the time – if it doesn't bother you, it shouldn't bother him)

but tonight they were too affectionate

it started with them casually touching you while you talked, then they started playing with your fingers and fixing your hair and now jiseok's threat radar is beeping

when they lean in to talk into your ear, he draws the line. he's intervening

he gets closer and hears the "come on, leave with me. he doesn't have to know" in the air

oh no. oh nononono

he's PISSED. not only are they flirting with you in front of him, they're also blatantly asking you to cheat?

you can barely begin to indignantly refuse as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, ignores the so called friend and goes "hey, babe." before he presses a kiss that lasts a second too long to your lips

"do you want to go home? i think we'd have a better time there than here," pointedly looks at the person in front of you and pulls you closer, "plus i really want to find out what's the surprise you said you have for me back home."

there's no surprise. he's only making a point. you don't think you're even wearing matching underwear

he didn't even wait for your friend to say anything – as soon as you open your mouth to agree, he's whisking you away (he Does look back to see their face though)

when you're finally met with the fresh night air outside the building, jiseok pulls his phone out to call you both a cab and starts his angry rant

"are they out of their mind? doing that when i'm a few feet away? trying to get you to fuck them when they know damn well you're taken! we're not seeing that asshole ever again, they should feel lucky i didn't punch their teeth right off, if i was the slightest bit crazier i would've–"

"jiseokie," a hand to his cheek, "are you jealous?"

he looks up from his phone to find your playful gaze. he huffed, "of course i am! who do they think they are–" he's cut off by a searing kiss to his lips.

"it's kind of hot."

the way you were looking at him... hell he could fuck you right then and there and even hope your stupid friend catches you. unfortunately, the cab is here and the poor driver shouldn't be subjected to seeing that

the second you arrive at your apartment, he's holding your face with both his hands and kissing you downright filthily in your little entrance hall

you need to take your shoes off though... that's not a problem at all – you hear his chunky sneakers be tossed to the ground while he keeps kissing you the best he can, and you only separate as he crouches down to unlace your boots for you

you can barely appreciate the view of your boyfriend at your feet before your boots are off and he's on you again

his lips attach to your neck, sucking and nipping on the flesh while his hands sneak under your shirt

he has half a mind to bend you over the couch and fuck you stupid until your moans are engraved on the couch, but he ultimately decides on pulling you into your bedroom

before you even get to the bed, you're shirtless, jiseok's hands fumbling with the clasps of your bra while you work on his jeans

you don't get very far before your knees hit the bed and you're falling backwards

your hair fawning around your face, your cheeks flushed, your lips kiss-bitten, your bra half-off, your eyes nearly desperate... jiseok is so glad he's the only one who gets to see you like this

(and if it's up to him he'll be the only one to see you like this for the rest of time <3)

but for now he'll just push your skirt up and pull your underwear down <3

and eats you out sooooo good like legs over his shoulders his fingers spreading you

after you cum, you try to repay the favor but he grabs your hands and goes "wanna cum inside you, baby, please"

and who are you to deny him !! it's not common to have him cum in you even though you're on birth control... my guy likes the visual of his cum on your skin

and so in a second his pants and underwear are off, your legs are around his hips and he's ruining your neck again while he guides his cock to your entrance

he pushes in bit by bit, and only when he bottoms out he detaches from your neck and grins, pressing the pads of his fingers into what you assume are the hickeys he left

"you're mine", he softly says, looking into your eyes, before he starts thrusting into you

it gets really fast and rough really quick

you can't help but moan a little too loudly, the way his hips are slamming into your thighs feels divine. and when he presses his thumb to your clit...... you're seeing stars wtf

he's kissing you desperately, in a mix of panting and actually kissing you properly. your arms wind around his neck, needing him closer while you feel a familiar wave of pleasure starting to come over you

what really does it for you is his little rushed whisper of "mine, mine, mine, you're only mine right baby? mine to fuck you like this, mine to ruin, mine"

he keeps mumbling possessives and filth while he fucks you through your high

"'m yours, ji– only yours," you manage to say through the fog in your brain, and you feel his release fill your cunt

when he finally stops grinding into you, prolonging his orgasm as much as he could, he'll pull out slowly so he can watch his cum drip out of your hole

scoops a little bit of it with his fingers and smears it on your cheek, kissing you deeply afterwards

"my baby," he whispers between kisses, "only mine."

when both of you have finally caught your breaths, jiseok gets up to fetch a towel to wipe you down

when he comes back, he cleans you thoroughly - except the cum smeared on your cheek

"you forgot something." you point to your sticky cheek.

he grins devilishly, straddling you. "that's for you to wear, babe. so everyone knows you're mine."

bonus: when you're cuddling later, ready to sleep, you remember something: "... so what was the surprise i had for you back here?"

"shut up and go to sleep."

#xdinary heroes smut #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh smut #xdh hard hours #xdh scenarios #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes fanfic #gaon x reader #gaon smut #my fics #xdinary heroes imagines #kwak jiseok imagine #kwak jiseok smut #kwak jiseok x reader #gaon imagine

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coffieolore · 1 month ago

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Chapter Zero

Corrupted

The explosion sends Selasi flying back across the moonlit desert floor. Touching down on the heels of his leather dress shoes, he skids backwards without losing his balance. By the time he comes to a stop, he is almost crouched. He swats at the purple flames on his trousers, quenching them as he rises: a svelte, dusky boy with close-cropped hair, in a slim cut black suit. He tightens the grasp on his witch-arm—the slender, silver sword in his trembling hand—and frowns.

About a hundred yards away, a pillar of lilac fire rises from the ground, shredding its way through the night air and into the sky. The earth quakes beneath the raging pillar, and the wind whips into a swirling frenzy, drawing eddies of sand around the fiery column, up to the darkening clouds.

It is a catastrophe. One that Selasi has tried and failed to approach six times thus far. He isn’t injured. Yet. But his skin is glazed with sweat, and his otherwise fine clothes, covered in layers of dust he will never successfully wash off.

Just as Selasi’s despair brims, a voice next to him says, “How did this happen?”

There is a woman at his side who was not there a second ago. She is petite, with the visage of a middle-aged woman, although Selasi knows better. Her chunky dreadlocks, too large for her head, tumble down her stern face to rest on the shoulders of her bright blue kaba. Her sable skin is already sheening from the heat of the pillar. But there is an unmistakable toughness about her that suggests ancient baobab roots grow in place of flesh and bone beneath her skin.

Selasi fights back the impulse to weep gratefully at Her feet. Where have you been? He wants to cry.

Instead, he fights the quiver in his voice when he answers her. “I don’t know. I came as soon as I got the call, but I have no idea how things got this bad. I’m sorry, Mama Wu.”

Mama Wu sweeps her braids off her shoulders and binds them into a headwrap. “And the others?” she asks, right before the pillar blows another gust of burning wind.

“Kiira and Kamari said they were busy.”

Mama Wu narrows her eyes at him. “Busy?”

“Hemmaa didn’t even respond to my texts.”

“And Shi?”

“Oluman Shi has still not arrived.”

Mama Wu’s expression is dark, severe, still. Her gaze is bottomless.

“I know,” is all Selasi can say.

Mama Wu turns back to the pillar of fire. “Go. Check on the village.”

With a nod, Selasi leaps away, each bound distancing him from the ancient witch by several hundred feet.

Mama Wu rolls her head around to loosen her neck, and throws a hand out to her side. An item begins to materialize in her grasp, drawn into this world by crimson forks that snap and crackle off her fingertips. The item is a sickle—broad, crescent, forged from moonlight and damascened with ribbons of sun-fire. And across its argent face, runes of other worldly beyie stir and shift in an eternal dance.

She begins towards the pillar of fire, her steps slow but firm. “Hello!” she calls into the flames. Her voice carries a haunting reverb. “Can you hear me? Do you understand me?”

There is a silhouette at the heart of the pillar. A man’s. His eyes are lightning, and his screams thunder, the fire engulfing but not consuming him. He stretches his palms towards her and—

The fireball is the size of a truck, streaking out of the pillar to strike Mama Wu with an ear-shattering explosion. Fire and dust twist and swish at the point of impact. With a wave of her hand, Mama Wu dismisses the purple flames, casting them off her body like a dirty blanket into the wind.

“I’m sorry,” she says, as she spreads her feet apart and poises for attack. “This is mercy.”

Her movement is wind, a crack, a trail of light. In one blink, she is outside the pillar; the next, she is within the roaring fire, right behind the tortured silhouette. Her sickle is slick with blood.

It takes a second for the man to realize the gash in his side spraying ruby life. He lets out a low moan, and shudders from shock. The pillar dissipates with a resounding rush, like the final breath of a dying giant.

Silence settles upon the desert.

The man grabs his side, as Mama Wu’s sickle fades away. And then he crumples. Mama Wu breaks his fall and they drop into the sand together.

On closer inspection, this isn’t a man. This is a boy. Fifteen at most. “I-I couldn’t help myself,” the boy whispers, his eyes filling with tears.

Mama Wu wipes away the wet trail forming down his dusty face. “I know, child,” she whispers back. “I know.”

The darkness of the Sahara seems to grow infinitely around them, closing in like a vignette as Mama Wu cradles the dying boy. An eternity passes.

Mama Wu sings a lullaby under her breath:

Babi kaa fo

Ŋgbɛ o mami ete?

Ete lai

Mɛni hewɔ eshi bo?

As she sings the same four lines on repeat, her voice grows softer and the boy gasps for his last breaths, his fingers clutching at her clothes. Desperately at first. Then weakly. And then, not at all.

Mama Wu feels the exact moment his sunsum leaves his body. She makes sure to hold his gaze as it happens, knowing his eyes no longer see her.

Still, she sings. She rocks him. She runs her thumb over his cheek. Gently back and forth, back and forth.

Eventually, she feels Selasi’s presence again behind her. And she can sense his trepidation. If he is reluctant to speak, that can only mean one thing.

“The village is gone, isn’t it?” she asks.

Her back is turned to him, but Selasi still cannot lift his eyes when he answers. “It is. Every inch of it. Reduced to ash.” He swallows. “None of them survived.”

Mama Wu is silent for a long time, her body motionless.

“This wasn’t an accident,” she says.

“I didn’t think so,” Selasi says.

“Somebody deliberately corrupted his sunsum. They wanted him to lose his sanity. To turn on the village.”

“You don’t think it could be… I mean, there’s just no way they would…”

“We’re the only ones who showed up, Selasi,” Mama Wu says, finally letting go of the boy to rise to her feet. “What do you think?”

Selasi clenches his fists. “Shit.”

As Mama Wu turns around, sunsum begins to rise from her body like a luminous vapor. It is a dense, sizzling, seething aura; one notch away from bursting into a full-on inferno like the one she stopped this very night.

“I have theories. But until I know for sure what’s going on, we handle this with the utmost discretion,” Mama Wu says. “Not a word to anyone about our suspicions, do you understand?”

“Of course.”

“And—” Mama Wu hesitates. “I cannot stress this enough, but that means Ama too.”

“Ama?” Selasi is taken aback, confused. “Why would I tell Ama? What’s she got to do with any of this?”

“Just a precaution,” Mama Wu says. “We must tread carefully. One mistake and I fear it will mark the end of everything.”

Selasi throws a glance at the dead boy in the sand. “And what’s the plan when we find them? The ones responsible for this?”

“Is the answer not obvious?” Mama Wu says as she walks away. “We will kill them all.”

#writing #fiction #villageofashes

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itsgonnagetinspiringsoon · 6 months ago

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ok so i know i've literally never posted abt sanders sides before on this blog (i haven't been keeping up for a few years) but i've been tumbling down a waterslide lined with my old hyperfixations for the last few hours and ended up creating D&D au character designs for the core four sides using heroforge. images and descriptions under the cut if you're interested ❤ bonus points if you can guess what classes they are (this is EXTREMELY self-indulgent so pls forgive the ranting abt them, they're very important to me ok)

First up we have Roman! my beloved. one of my first questions when starting his design was how can i make him look as cunty as possible? the answer: heeled boots and winged eyeliner (It's a little tricky to see but he's got gold metallic eyeliner). I ADORE Roman's colour pallet so i kept it as close to accurate as i could, making white the base colour and accentuating it with the gold armor and the dramatic red shoulder cape as my stand-in for his sash. he's wielding a katana OF COURSE how could he not be. he's slaying ⚔ 🐉 and slaying 💅💋

moving on:

Patton. my baby, my honey, my ragtime gal. i decided to make his hair a little longer than roman's bc i thought it made him look softer and more approachable. it was UNBELIEVABLY hard to find something that sort of replaced his cardigan without looking too chunky but i did like this kind of loose tattered mantle, so i went with that. kept the sky blue shirt and gray cardigan/shawl, but gave him more greyish blue pants so they didn't blend into the shirt too much. glasses are round instead of square bc again i thought they made him look friendlier than the square ones. freckles bc i personally think freckles are very cute and patton is very cute so he got freckles. no shoes he's travelling the realms like the gods intended. the dad vibes are strong i want him to give me a hug 🥺

next up:

logan is quite possibly my favourite side so i really wanted to get his design right. the MOST important thing was giving him his iconic necktie, which ended up being pretty much the same color as his canon design. i couldn't give the tie specifically a pattern, so i made his vest stripy like his tie is in the show and i think it looks really good. his glasses are the more classic nerd ones which is perfect for him and i gave him black eyeliner bc i thought it made him look more serious. i added the coat for more of a d&d look (it doesn't make sense to traverse planes wearing a vest and tie) i think it gives him an extra bit of style that i love.

and last but not least:

the Anxious BoiTM himself (i've only had him for five minutes seven years but if anything happened to him etc etc). virgil's was one of the easiest designs aesthetically and hardest mechanically (you'll never guess what class he is guys i took some BIG swings). I knew i wanted him in black and purple (obviously) and i knew i wanted to give him the iconic purple hair dye and eyeshadow. i almost said screw the genre and put him in a zippered hoodie but i do think that a cloak and cowl would suit him very well (good for hiding in) and i found a combo that looked equally cosy and spooky. a bow is good for attacking long range and keeping out of danger (appropriate for anxiety, i thought) and the mask looks intimidating but actually helps him with sensory overload (with the cowl and mask on he's basically in a mini sensory deprivation bubble). an eyebrow ring bc he's edgy idk why honestly i thought it looked cool.

So that's basically it! As i said before if you can guess their respective classes i'll give you a cookie (🍪). since i can't draw, heroforge is usually my go-to for character creation and i have to recommend it (i think i talk abt this site a lot but 🤷‍♀️) it's so helpful for non-artist types like myself.

I hope you enjoyed! please leave comments if you liked they feed me (if you didn't like it, please just move on and don't let me know, i'm doing this for fun and i don't want any negativity please ❤) @thatsthat24 hope you like 🥰

#sanders sides #long post #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #you're too loud al #this is so different than what i usually post #sorry to all my d20 and starkid moots/followers i'm revisiting my old blorbos #i might be stuck here for a while who knows #pls be patient i love you all #do NOT @ me abt typos i wrote this at 12 am #no beta we die like logan in dealing with intrusive thoughts

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hybbart · 2 years ago

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i love your art and the distinction between all the characters in shapes and colors. is there a specific reason you dont fill in the whites of pearls eyes why you draw her? it always gives her a sleepy look, which i think is neat.

That's exactly why! It started with Grian, who I gave small black beady eyes as many Grian designs have, and half the time his eyes are half-lidded to give him that mischievous/annoyed mood is is often in, and I decided not to give him whites.

When I went to design Pearl, honestly that design aspect was already in my head it was my first instinct to give her these droopy sleepy eyes that fit with her chill vibes and sleepy aesthetic, and it went well with the fluffy straight bangs. I accidentally tried it with whites one time when I forgot who I was drawing and it just did not look right at all. It makes her match Grian, too, which is nice. (She looks just a bit like both her brothers.)

(I started rambling about the rest of her design below oops)

Honestly MOST of Pearl's design was first draft instinct and it just ended up basically exactly what I wanted. The black legs/leggings and the long hip-length sweater that match Griand and Jimmy's legs/clothing lines, but in her own style. The more urban style that I thought went well with her alien base, and the sleeves that have thumb holes cause she feels like she needs to have her hands in pockets even when they aren't.

In particular there was a piece of double life 'welcome home cheaters' art where she looked exactly like a college stoner and especially with the beanie I love that vibe for her. The other aesthetic inspiration I pulled from was a picture of her (and the rest of boatem) jacked in sleeveless tops. It's probably just a muscle lady appreciator in me but she goes well with the industrial age streetbrawler/lesbian lumberjack vibe too, so even though she usually looks skinny she's also very fit and well muscled. (I put more heavy muscle on False, Stress, and Katherine, I simply cannot help myself)

I knew I wanted her to have a human design first and foremost unlike Grian and Jimmy, for reasons that I don't get to draw often- I really wanted to give her big chunky overly-detailed shoes. There's a specific style of anime girl that is quite small and wears simple urban fashion and then will emphasize these brand sneakers that look big and stompy on them, and for some reason I really liked that vibe for her with hold long and skinny she is. (problem is I don't draw her feet very often lol)

I also made her tall because, well, Pearl is tall, irl and fanon, and I'll take any excuse to make a lady tower over literally everyone else. The only person whose (base design) is taller than her is Mumbo. (And sometimes Lizzie, because I decided Lizzie can be whatever height she vibes with in the individual picture)

#ask #notes

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chowtrolls · 1 year ago

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Written in the Stars

Google Docs Mondes -> @/byrdstrolls Mystery Wolf Man (& drawing at end) -> @/homicidalfantrolls

To say you, Jodiah Monark, felt powerful would be a horrific understatement. Beautiful, confident, elegant- combine those with powerful, and you might just hit the tip of your emotional iceberg. The mask you had spent so many hours perfecting seemed to have unlocked a new personality within you. One even more cocky than your usual self. It was exhilarating. Face completely hidden, not a drop of lime in sight. Your dress glittered in the light. You stood out amongst the clownish dark colors. A rather plain glimmering dress in the sea of overdone patterns and frills. You weren’t seeking any Ball King nomination so the theme wasn’t ultimately that important to you. In the end, you decided the chunky knee-high boots helped too.

Those shoes weren’t easy to dance in, but you made it work pretty well. By the Messiahs did you dance- twirling your kismesis around until he looked like he was green in the metaphorical gills. Then you promised him you wouldn’t go far, left him seated by the snack table with a bonk. You picked random strangers to twirl with after that. But you never strayed far from your kismesis- you did promise, after all. Finally, once you had your momentary fill of attention from strangers, you flopped down in a seat next to your poor abandoned kismesis, out of breath.

“I didn’t know you liked dancing.” He said simply, voice muffled as usual. You had heard his voice clearly once. Since then, you had thought he sounded a little funny, so muffled.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, babe.” You weren’t quite used to your non-automated voice, but there was no safe way to install an automater without making your new mask too chunky, “This is way better than any bar on a Fleet port.”

“And to think I had almost forgotten you were a Fleet cop.”

“I’m a better dancer than I ever was a cop.”

“Must’ve been one incredibly bad cop.”

That made you laugh. Your raw, chirpy laughter, unfiltered and whole. Laughing made your chest ache, a pang of anxiety. A reminder that you weren’t wearing your usual mask. It could never quite alter your laughter right, creating instead some strange noise distortion. You had gotten so accustomed to the sound that you genuinely forgot what your raw laughter was like. You glanced at Mondes through the side of your eye and found yourself yearning for the safety he must feel right now behind his gasmask.Your current mask may be pretty but it could be so easily ripped off. Part of you envied his confidence in wearing the same thing he always wore, in his refusal to take it off. You shake off that thought quickly.

“You want a drink? Rosé? I can get one of those long straws.” Messiahs above you wanted a drink. Something to shake off your anxieties. Something to lower your pusher rate. Your kismesis is silent in response, but he begins to dig through the little clutch purse he was carrying for you.

You reach across to gently take his hand, “Oh- hon, no. We’re not paying for shit tonight.” You recognized the glimmer of confusion that flashed over his eyes, and responded with your own small laugh, “Watch and learn, bunny boy.”

You rose, and made a beeline for the bar. You could feel Mondes’ eyes observing you closely. Time to put on a good show. The anxiety was washed away in a swell of confidence, no matter how fake. You square your shoulders, lift your chin, and walk like you owned the entire ball.

You studied each lonely troll sitting at the bar, finding the perfect victim as you sauntered up. Only a brooding, mystery-shrouded purple blood sat alone, making a prime target. Everyone else was accounted for. No problem. His mask was wolfish, black and purple, blending in perfectly with the fur on his coat. No horns in sight- though a purple of that size must’ve had them cropped down. He sat alone, glowering down at his untouched glass of whiskey. You can’t help but wonder what that poor drink did to deserve such a glower.

You loved the danger that was associated with purplebloods. You had your fair share of them in the Fleet- power hungry and sadistic fuckers. It was almost pitiful how many of them got off on the thought of a mutant to tame. They made easy targets. Motivated by their own simplistic desires, yet powerful enough for you to hide in their shadows. This was arguably a ball celebrating this stranger’s kind, and yet he hardly looked the part. Sure, he was well dressed, but it almost seemed as if he fit the previous year’s theme more. The cape over his wide-set shoulders made him appear massive. Massive, alone, brooding, dangerous, with a faint air of loneliness. Just how you liked them. He would be just as easy as the rest.

You came up from behind, initially setting a hand on his back, in the fur of his cloak. His head jolts up suddenly as if forcibly yanked from his thoughts. There’s a brief moment where you wonder if your lack of mask had you firing off electricity, but upon further thought you conclude you just startled him. Cute. Your hand trails off his back as you take the seat next to him. You lean over the bar. Chin on hand, elbow on the surface.

“Howdy, stranger. Looking awfully lonely over here.” The initial prick of anxiety sparks back up as you hear your own unfiltered voice once again. That was fine, you could watch your tone. The way he silently stared back certainly was not helping. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he gave the smallest nod imaginable.

Cool! Great, you knew he wasn’t going to kill you now. At least not here. He shifts, leaning back on the bar, but turning his body more towards you. The way his elbow rested on the bar gave off a nonchalant air despite his posture remaining slightly stiff. He said nothing. His open body posture was a good sign. He was receptive, open to your eventual manipulation.

“What’s a handsome highblood like you doing here alone? Hm?” You attempted to bat your eyelashes, then remembered he couldn’t see your eyes.

“.....”

You tilt your head, the gems on your mask jingling as you did, “Silent strong type, hm? I like. Very mysterious.” You smile with your eyes, then remind yourself yet again that he can’t see your eyes- so you force a small giggle. Fuck your laughter was so small and pathetic on its own. Your free hand reaches out, crossing the great divide between you and your handsome stranger, to play with the chains hanging off his chest. He leaned in a little closer. Drawn in. “You’re in luck, stranger.”

You begin to lean in closer, voice growing ever softer as you do, “...because I’m pretty vocal. And I’d love to show you just how vocal…” You stop, a few inches from his mask. Your eyes search the black abyss of his mask’s eyes, looking for any sort of emotion. You’re certain he’s doing the same for yours.

“....But…I told my friend I’d bring us back a couple drinks before I wandered off with handsome strangers.” You again have to remind yourself that he can’t see your eyes. Babydoll eyes wouldn’t work here. But your pleading tone must’ve. Without breaking the pretend eye contact, your mystery friend raises a hand to beckon the bartender over. He motioned towards you as the unamused bronzeblood approached.

You turn your head, but don’t back away, insistent on staying as close as possible while you order a Rosé and champagne. You twist the chain in your fingers. A pleased purr rises from your chest as you watch the bartender get to work. You could feel your stranger’s gaze boring into you. Was he wearing some sort of cologne? It was vaguely familiar, nostalgic almost. A scent like that, he must be Fleet. It was smokey, a little woods-y. Perhaps cedar? You so loved the smell of cologne- it was unfortunate your usual mask had an air filter.

You meet his gaze once more as the bartender has to leave briefly to fetch your champagne. You release the chain. Your hand rests on his chest. It was warm, almost concerningly so- was he even breathing? An undead purple. Now that was an exciting thought. No, as you trace the pattern on his vest with a coy finger, you can feel his pusher racing underneath. A shy purple, then? Even more enticing. You maintain your gaze on his mask as the bartender delivers both drinks.

“I hate to cut our time short…but my friend is waiting.”

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said your stranger deflated at the thought.

“I’ll be on the dance floor all day, if you find yourself wanting company again.” You trace a small circle on his chest, “I’d love to pay you back with a dance.”

With that you push away, taking both your drinks with a silent nod of thanks to the bartender. You made your way back to your kismesis. Mondes was no longer staring at you- no, he seemed to be staring through you. And quite intently. Like a dog on alert.

“He’s staring.” He says flatly as you approach. You shrug nonchalantly and offer him his drink. Despite the nonchalance, you could tell your kismesis was uncomfortable. You were an expert in reading him.

“C’mon,” you nudge his foot to make him stand, “let’s go up to the balcony. He can’t see us up there.” Truth be told, you could feel those masked eyes staring right into your soul. It would normally have been unnerving, but for some reason, it felt…almost familiar. A wanted attention, you suppose. Though your story here is only half the tale, Jodiah. Your thoughts and emotions hardly matter here. You are but a means to the end of this tale.

Mondes rose slowly, but kept eye contact with your stranger until you put your arm around him. You usher him along towards the grand staircase.

“He’s just jealous a grandma like you could pull someone as hot as me.”

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==> Your name is now Paenit Almiss, and the second Jodiah leaves, you are overcome with the feeling that you have made a colossal mistake.

#ghost.art #drabbles #jodiah monark #this wouldve been posted yesterday but corpse fell asleep as i finished

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enderon · 1 year ago

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OH MY GOD OKAY SO I WORK WITH A KID WHO HAS ASD AND IS O B S E S S E D WITH TROLLS

All day every day all he wants to do is tell me about trolls and draw brozone and I got really into trolls by osmosis ESPECIALLY since I went to see trolls three just for him so anyway PLEASE tell me about trolls because I have never wanted to hug branch harder than I did in trolls three. He built the hideout

I feel like you maybe got cut off a bit, but that's okay, cause I think I know what you were gonna say, and yeah, breaks my heart too.

Gonna put this under a read more, cause it's gonna be a lot.

First things first, one of my absolute favorite things about this series is how the world looks. And I don't just mean in terms of it being a fantasy world, I mean how things literally look like felt and stuff. Someone described it as looking like an 'arts & craft' project and I agree. Heck, I am in love with the orbeez water from this last movie. What a fun touch.

On a similar note, love the character designs. Very wild and versatile, willing to do fun and funky things and break the mold. Especially with the trolls! While World Tour gave us different races of trolls, with different looks and anesthetics, Bqnd Together showed us that even trolls of the same race can look really versatile, and I love that. My favorite species design, though, has to be the vacationers. I love the holiday muppets.

Also, in terms of versatile designs. I have to mention how refreshing it is that I was able to predict that Bruce was gonna be fat as an adult, after all of the emphasis placed on his abs originally, but that his gaining weight is never brought up, not even as an insult. None of his brothers ever give him crud about it, and Poppy even still sees him as the heartthrob, even with his chunky dad bod. That's some positivity right there.

Poppy and Branch!! I can not say enough about how much I love their relationship!! They are genuinely really cute and also really healthy. I was so happy that they didn't pull the same crud so many other studios do and shoe horn in some random and unnecessary relationship drama in this film, especially after Branch's subplot in the last movie was about their relationship. They're solid in this film. The only time they have conflict is about Branch not being super open (and even then it's not a huge issue and Poppy is clearly understanding that he's not fully ready yet and is even willing to make a joke about it when he is) and Poppy's lack of understanding of the complexities of sibling relationships. Other than those two minor conflicts, they are solid. She can tell right away at the beginning that something is wrong and bothering him, he is able to manage and bring her back when she starts getting too excited and worked up, and over all they just work to better each other. Heck, even uber positive, everyone needs to be friends with everyone, Poppy stands by his side when he chooses to abandon John, Bruce, and Clay, not trying to convince him to go back and forgive and give them a second chance. She's gonna stand by him. We love a solid relationship. And I personally love that they didn't get married or even actually propose in this one, despite the teases. It's really good for kids to see representation of a healthy relationship where they don't jump into marriage and instead take their time.

Poppy's relationship with both Viva and Bridgette. The fact that even after discovering she has a literal sister in Viva, she stills considers and calls Bridgette a sister. We love girl friendship. Especially when Bridgette finds out Viva is Poppy's sister, deciding that automatically makes them besties too. We love it.

I love that, other than the very mild road block of trying to keep them at Putt Putt, Viva isn't a villain. She's deeply traumatized, but not evil. She and Poppy really do genuinely get along and love each other, and I love that so much.

And while I mention a good Sibling relationship, I must also mention the more complicated by expressing my appreciation that, despite them being shown being closwer, Branch doesn't automatically jump to help when he finds out Floyd is in trouble. While he admits to Poppy, after some pushing, that of all the brothers, Floyd would be the one he would help, this is still hesitant, and I think appropriate. Floyd still left him and never came back. The only one who ever mentions coming back is John Dory (having come back too late, after the trolls had escaped the tree). So it makes sense that, despite them being closer, Branch would still hold that resentment towards Floyd and be hesitant to help even him.

Also, I have to mention something: the way that John and Branch are weird parallels. They're the most similar, in being isolated survivalist. John is the oldest who's treatment drove everyone away. Branch is the youngest who thought his performance drove everyone away. It's so sad and poetic, I love it.

Last thing I will note for now is how much I love the trolls series for its female villains. Barb wasn't really a villain in the end and had a redeemable reason for doing what she did, but Chef and Velvet both were unapologetically selfish and awful for completely their own gain. I love that for them.

#trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #ask me more

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3 4 and 14! :D

3. what ideas come from when you were little!

cant tell if this means like ideas about art in general or ideas about what/how u draw? ill do both i guess. but to be really honest i have like no memory LOL i know i was big into anime as a preteen so that's definitely where the nightmare began in general. like with my art style... i don't even want to get into art styles cause i don't think that's real but also i do so bad because i dont have one and it kills me. i guess this is sort of an inverse of from when i was little but i did have a hater of pink phase and now i understand that i was so wrong. now i tend to use a lot of warm colors and pink when i draw i love you peach i love you orange i love you pink!!!! for art in general idk where it comes from but i have it in my head that i have to render every single thing when i do NOT and im working on not being so bananas about it.. but on the nice side i've always been a firm believer that anybody can draw and maybe should draw once in a while. im not a fan of "practice so you can get good" Nao!!! learning is fun but why is it about being "good" what does that even mean draw with whatever you have even if you think it sucks and then love your creation. it's about catharsis. have some whimsy

4. fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

everything (coughs up blood) actually i Love frills and hair. i DONT LOVE RENDERING FRILLS AND HAIR AAAAHG!!!! also eyes because i never ever draw them consistently i forget how im drawing them every 10 minutes. and for characters this is shameful to admit but i have such a hard time getting emu right she's literally my favorite and my weirdgirl daughter but i just cannot get her regular hair to look right ever. OH ALSO I LOVE SHOES SO SO MUCH AND I JUST CAN'T DRAW THEM... i love chunky sneakers.. loafers... dress shoes... i always get stumped drawing the soles

14. any favorite motifs

oooh my god well since yuo asked i fucking LOVE anything that involves like a stage or acknowledging that the media is a story/a work of art. its definitely revstar and orvs fault but like stage curtains and audience seats and page margins and books and the character(s) staring at the viewer. etc. i hate the monarchy but i freaking love knights. chivalry in general its a gender on its own. also to be generic i Love devil motifs and horns in general and blood but not in a gorey way more like a metaphorical blood on your hands way. i love the light that corrupts im like a moth... umm and like to get really specific the impaling of someone with a sword especially while in a tragic/intimate setting/tender embrace will get me every time. to get really vague anything to do with love even when its sad though personally i believe love prevails. i also love a tragic jester. what else umm stars n space and astronauts but specifically with whatever the future eve MV has going on... oh i love when something symbolizes a characters determination or ambition. best reference for this off the top of my head is the tomato thing in revstar.. im editing the post to add this but ballet even though i hate doing it the visual themes are so good. and i LOVE texture in both digital and physical mediums especially when noise/scratchy textures or chunky paint or visible strokes etc are used to show anger and rage like YESSS rise rise rise it is so Visceral and it is so good. thank u for the ask!!! ♪(*^^)o∀*∀o(^^*)♪

#i love ask games that are an excuse to ramble. hear my thoughts boy #ask game #THIS IS LONG WTF..#long post

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The hunt is often better than the kill. The journey is better than the destination. Trying to get a pair of sneakers, and jumping through hoops to obtain them, is a more satisfying feeling than owning the physical shoes—for some, at least. The world as we know it is undergoing a reset at the moment, and the sneaker world is experiencing one, too. Gone are the days of complaining that a shoe is limited. In are the days of going on a quest to get a sneaker. It’s almost as if people want to follow the yellow brick road to obtain the slippers—I mean shoes—of their dreams.There was a time not too long ago when everyone (and by everyone, I mean people that got into sneakers during the pandemic) was up in arms about hyped sneakers being released in limited quantities. They felt it was unfair that Nike could make a shoe like the Chunky Dunky, the Dior x Air Jordan 1, or any Travis Scott collab in quantities that were less than the demand for the product. They projected that if you had the money to purchase a sneaker at retail, then a brand should allow you to do such.Long gone were the days of the Pigeon Dunk only being released at Reed Space in 2005, where a so-called “riot” broke out. Or the days of the Galaxy Foamposite in 2012, when a release was shut down by police helicopters in Florida and madness ensued over them in New York City. Or even the Entourage or PlayStation Air Force 1s, where, honestly, I don’t even know how you would get the dang things.But a lot has changed in the sneaker world since those glory days. Everyone and their mother got into buying and selling limited-edition shoes. The advent of the SNKRS app made it easy to try your hand at nearly every release. You didn’t have to know the guy at the local sneaker boutique, or even live in a major city to be able to purchase the shoes that everyone wanted. You didn’t have to be cool to have the cool sneakers. People wanted equality in a game that was always about exclusivity. Even if Jordans were made by the millions in the 1980s and ‘90s, it was the price that was the gatekeeper.Starting some time around the early 2020s, people didn’t want to hear that they couldn’t get a sneaker. They felt like they deserved it. Here’s a hard truth: you don’t deserve anything in life.Something that made a lot of people feel jaded towards striking out on shoes was the perceived unfairness of it all. Bots ran rampant in the late 2010s and early 2020s. Especially during the onset of the pandemic, when a bunch of crypto dorks-turned-resellers tried their hands at flipping Yeezys and whatever else they could get their hands on. They bought into a dream, and it all came crashing down on them, just like their NFTs.People were upset that they had to spend $800 on a sneaker that retailed for $150. And I totally understand that sentiment. There was a moment in 2020, when all of the stimulus money was floating around, that if a sneaker didn’t resell for $1,000, then it wasn’t a hit. And that’s absurd.So what did brands do? Well, they started to make more sneakers. They collapsed the resale market as we know it. Most cool shoes go for a little over retail these days, except Travis’s sneakers. Nike went cold. Smaller brands became hot. The sneakers on Sneaker of the Year lists weren’t the mega-expensive grails like they were in the past.People bought what they liked. And they could buy the sneakers when they wanted. “Black Cement” 3s sat on shelves. So did the “Legend Blue” 11s. The answer to solving the stagnation with the sneaker consumer wasn’t just going back to making less and less shoes so people fight over them. It was to gamify the sneaker-buying experience. To send people on sneaker quests. It made the pursuit of the sneaker the cool thing to do. If brands couldn’t drop sneakers in super-limited quantities in the traditional sense and not draw ire from the public, then they needed to do it in new, fun ways.London streetwear brand Corteiz is a master of this process. In 2023, Corteiz took to New York City to drop its Air Max 95 at a bodega. Everyone had to meet at the Nike billboard on 34th St to get a set of coordinates, which led to a corner store near the East Village. There was a similar release in Paris. People were roof surfing on the tops of buses for the shoes.There was a similar release in New York City for Corteiz’s Air Trainer Huarache collaboration in December. The brand put out a newspaper that had coordinates in it, which ended up leading to Tom, Dick, and Harry’s, a seminal footwear retailer in Brooklyn.The release was applauded. It brought back the “outside” feeling that people were missing in recent years. It was a way to do something special in small numbers, and not make the people from flyover states (shoutout to everyone in flyover states—I wish I could live there) angry on the internet.The sneaker of the year to me (so far) is the “Ruby Red Slipper” Nike SB Dunk that was hidden amongst the restock of the Wizard of Oz Dunks that hit skate shops last week. No one saw this one coming. The original pair had an upper covered in a poppy field print, which could be cut away and reveal a flat red material. Maybe it was foreshadowing of the Ruby Red Slippers to come. The cool thing about these shoes was that all the pairs were bagged inside of the box, which gave it a blind-box effect. Whether people want to wear a sequined red shoe, that’s up to them. But it was the perfect Easter egg hidden in plain sight. Those who wanted the shoe, which wasn’t extremely hyped, got a chance to get them. And no one knew that a second, ultra rare batch ofthe “Ruby Red Slipper” version was sprinkled in. That part of the drop was first revealed by Bluetile Skateboards in Columbia, South Carolina, last week. And then others started to roll in. According to a sneaker industry source, there are less than 100 pairs of the “Ruby Red Slipper” SB Dunks in existence. There’s no way Nike could launch something so limited on its own. But hiding it in a wider release, Willy Wonka style, is genius. It doesn’t cause riots. Rather, it blesses those who wanted the shoes anyway. It’s a feel-good story, rather than one of envy, greed, and resellers. It takes sneakers back to a more pure place, one that we can all champion.Another recent sneaker quest was an unofficial release of sorts. It was a New Balance 860v2, which was hand-dyed by UK designer Lorenz.OG. The “Dusk” sneakers came in mismatching left and right shoes and were launched, once again, Willy Wonka-style, by having shoppers purchase custom Tony’s Chocolonely chocolate bar that secured access to the sneakers. Two of these tickets were given away by sneaker shop Footpatrol in London. There were scenes in Soho for those trying to get the shoes. Not many people have a chance at owning Lorenz’s custom work, so getting a pair, and a good looking pair of New Balance 860s, was a dream come true for them. People are listing their pairs for a lot of money on StockX, and some are selling for $900. Maybe it’s a sign that New Balance should do an official project with him in the future.The re-release of the “Bred” Air Jordan 1 might be the biggest release of the year. But it’s not that in numbers. Retail sources in the US tell Complex that Jordan Brand informed them there were only 10,000 pairs dropping, with more pairs rumored to be releasing internationally. Jordan Brand is scaling back on its most important shoe. Bumping the price to $250 and cutting back the distribution is a bold move. But maybe it’s what was needed to bring energy—and the idea that you need to hunt for its shoes—back to the brand. Its recent re-releases the Air Jordan 3 “Black Cement” and Air Jordan 11 “Legend Blue” weren’t met with the warmest of reactions compared to past releases. If the “Bred” Jordan 1 sat on shelves, it would be a tough pill to swallow for the brand that holds its ego at the center of sneaker culture. So they’ve made the shoe a premium release, like it’s a luxury good. Retailers have been instructed to create for customers a “white glove” experience to make them feel special. First-come first-served launches are not a priority for the shoe, retailers stocking the black and red Jordan 1 tell Complex. It’s the opposite of first-come, first-serve. Will people be happy? It’s hard to tell. But the shoes were made to look as similar to the original 1985 pair as possible, with premium leather to boot.So is this the new trend? To turn sneakerheads into Bilbo Baggins, on a journey to get the grails of their dream; Indiana Jones in hunt of their own holy grail, just with no Sean Connery? I think so. But it’s a fine line. These are cool right now. But expect this trend to jump the shark. People are only willing to do so much before something gets corny, and that can happen quickly with marketing gimmicks. If the treasure isn’t worth the miles trekked, then sneakerheads won’t be a fool for the gold. Source link

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kellybynitewhatevs · 1 year ago

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hi all... I have a thing for... BOOTS.

A little backstory... (longpost warning, lol)

It's part of what makes me queer, honestly. Even as a kid, in elementary school during the late '90s/early '00s, I had a fixation and fascination with femininity, with women's fashion and aesthetics. But something about women's footwear in particular...

I remember, very well, during storytime, sitting on the floor with my classmates and the teacher situated on a chair a little above us... Often wearing black shoes, sometimes of the chunky higher heel variety that was quite popular back then. Ditto the ankle and tall boot bearing those kinds of soles. Women wore these kinds of shoes/boots in movies, TV shows, ads, etc. It always caught my eye. At the time I was also quite fascinated by the designs on the soles... Straight lines repeating, criss-crosses on the heels, maybe some other kind of design.

But, boots... The idea of a long shoe made of a somewhat sturdy material, going up the woman's leg... The high heel... An arch, that raised the woman's leg and often made a very satisfying clack-clack sound as they walked... I recall another teacher, not mine, but in another room, wearing black thigh high leather boots one day. I think that particularly altered my brain chemistry at age 6, haha! I was astounded to see a pair of boots that went THAT high on someone's bare legs. She was also very pretty, too, so that helped.

What did that feel like? I remember having a pair of leather cowboy boots as a kid that I was quite into for a short period, particularly the leather texture. I distinctly remember feeling "good" with them on. The texture specifically. And this was a little after my weird love for boots was becoming a thing... And over time, my love of boots became something of a fetish. I think of certain situations of women wearing boots, and it's... Like an instant turn-on. Ditto gloves and coats of sorts.

Then it got to looking thru my mum's catalogs (from shopping stuff to Victoria's Secret) and fashion magazines, started really getting into the ins and outs of knee-high fashion boots, and rubber boots. (This was when fashion rain boots were starting to become a thing.) Fashion in general, honestly. I have a distinct nostalgia for the smell of those magazine pages and all the women-centric fashion aesthetics, it was like my secret special interest. Soon began drawing characters of mine wearing them more often, I was frequently fantasizing being in a skirt or dress with high boots on. I tried to stimulate the experience, per se, with what I had, too. Lol.

It's like an instant turn-on. Ditto gloves and coats of sorts. I finally truly wore a pair of "women's" boots later on in life, and it was such a JOLT for me. No wonder women wear them, or anyone for that matter. Crossdressers, trans women, or just anyone who has isn't a cishetero woman assigned that way at birth whom has the guts to rock them. Like, as a kid, I couldn't articulate why, but they exude power, confidence, self-assurance... I always wanted to feel what they were like around my legs, and ooooh they did not disappoint...

So yeah, I'm big about boots.

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littlewalken · 1 year ago

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Oct 5

Some times getting past personal baggage includes letting yourself use your mechanical pencil and remembering you can get more leads whenever you need them and you aren't still in school where heaven forbid you need supplies but your younger half sister needs anything more.

And no more entitled family member stories from Reddit for now because you're thinking if you ever did have the opportunity to have any sort of party the little bitch would have ruined it because it wasn't about her.

Who I draw next in my new pocket sketchbook should be what I induce stress about in myself, lol. I mean, I'm good enough at it that I'm getting spontaneous hives.

But I did start the book with Perry. I want to take a different photograph because for whatever reason the camera turned a delicate 4x6 done with a .05 lead in to that. But still, I made an art.

This book is a chunky little monkey so I'll only be using 1 side of the paper. It's a bit more toothy than the previous one so I'm glad I have a side click pencil. Now that I found the sealed pencil sharpener I might put a regular pencil in there too.

The only "rule" this book ever has to follow is it fits in whatever container I use to keep my reference pictures in. Right now that's one of those half shoebox sized plastic storage boxes with hand prints on it. I have 3 1/2 shoe box sized ones, a lid got broke, with colored pencils on them that I use for art supplies. Not enough reference pics for one of those and I don't want to encourage it.

Almost used a little train case style box but it decided to pop its latch and spill its contents, at home thankfully, but I took it as a sign that the reference pics like a secure snap on lid. But they'd consider one of those brown paper treasure chests with a brass lock, I have a bigger one as my sewing box, or something like the container they out grew where the handle splits in half when it opens so just by carrying it you keep it closed.

You see, brain, let's put our need to worry about those type of things and not how shitty the last move was.

Did make another point about not putting all the eggs in one basket and thinking too far ahead when the more immediate future is uncertain.

Places we thought we would be moving to in 2021-

Anywhere we could find but still with the Life Ruiner as part of the family

Still with the Life Ruiner but half way across the continent in a house with structural issues in Bum Fuck but just long enough to fins Someplace Better

With the Life Ruiner and Greedy Cousin jr in a brick house in a different part of Bum Fuck when the owners texted me it wouldn't be ready in time to move in as we were loading up a rental cargo van back home (but the week away from the Life Ruiner did prove she was the root of most of our problems)

Closer to Greedy Cousin sr but one state over from Bum Fuck but clarity prevailed, we figured we could be homeless in a hotel back home while looking for somewhere to live, the Life Ruiner decided to stay with the Greedies, it took longer to change our voucher than find a place to live

Where we ended up living- just the two of us in Crack Den by the train yard at the opposite end of the town we left.

Where it will be- better because it has to be.

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