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HAECHAN SHY!GF! DRABBLE
parings: bf!haechan x shy!gf!reader
warnings: smut. established relationship, kissing, riding, cockwarming, unprotected sex
wc: 0.6k
~ MDNI 18+ ~
You and Haechan were cuddling, with both of your arms wrapped tightly around him while his hands rested firmly on your waist. Your face would be pressed against his chest, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat would start to soothe you.
But then, you feel something hard beneath you. Instinctively, you begin to grind in his lap, drawing a low groan of pleasure from him. He throws his head back, his voice thick with desire as he whispers
“F-fuck baby, you drive me crazy when you do that.”
His hands slide down from your waist to cup your ass, his touch firm and possessive.
"Especially when you look all cute and shy for me. It's adorable," he adds with a teasing smirk.
He presses a kiss to your cheek, and butterflies instantly erupt in your stomach. No matter how many times he flusters you, you can't deny the way it turns you on even more.
"T-this is so embarrassing…" you stammered, your cheeks flushed with heat. He gave you a passionate kiss on the lips to reassure you.
"Don't feel embarrassed, love. You're absolutely amazing," he whispered against your lips, his voice soft yet teasing. "I always tell you not to be shy around me. But I think we've done enough talking... I need to be inside of you so bad right now."
He wasted no time, pushing his joggers down to his ankles, revealing his hard length. Of course, he wasn't wearing boxers. You were dressed in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. Hooking your finger beneath the fabric, you pulled your panties to the side and slowly lowered yourself onto him. The moment his length filled you, both of you let out a moan of pure pleasure. Your wet heat wrapped around him perfectly, making him groan in satisfaction.
You started bouncing on his lap, soft whimpers spilling from your lips as you clung to him. Realizing the position you were in again, you buried your face in his chest, clinging to his shirt. The intoxicating scent of his cologne filled your senses, driving you wild.
Noticing your shyness, he smirked, his hands gripping your hips firmly. Taking control, he began thrusting up into you, his pace rough and unrelenting. The sudden intensity pulled a loud scream from your throat, and he chuckled lowly.
"Aww, am I being too rough with you, sweetie? Do you want me to slow down?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful dominance.
"N-no, please don't stop... I need you so bad-f-fuck," you whimpered, your body trembling as he pushed you closer to the edge.
He absolutely loved seeing you become such a mess for him. He loved how much control he had over you in this moment. He started to pick up the pace and wrapped both arms around your waist, plunging himself deeper into your folds. The rougher he went, the tighter your grip became on his shirt.
Both of you were close to the edge, and he began peppering kisses along the nape of your neck, trailing up to your face.
"Mhm, are you close, baby?" he whispers against your skin.
All you could do was nod, and with that, both of you reached your limit and finished at the same time, waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. He kissed your forehead softly, and you cuddled closer to him, your warmth still wrapped around him.
"I wish I wasn't so shy around you," you mumbled.
He gave you one last kiss on the lips and smiled. "Like i've said before, baby, you don't have to be nervous around me. I want you to feel satisfied and comfortable, which, clearly, you are, since I’m still inside of you."
You playfully punched his chest.
"Hey!"
He chuckled, pulling you closer, and the two of you cuddled for the rest of the night until you both drifted off to sleep.
God, the things l'd do to be able to sit on Haechan's lap to cuddle and ride him…
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You and Bucky have been put on a hydra mission with Steve and Sam and bucky doesn't want you to go on the mission because he knows how bad hydra can be. After the meeting briefing, you and Bucky go back to Bucky's room and you both have a massive arguement about the mission and Bucky comes out and says that he can't concentrate on the mission and look after you even though he knew you can look after yourself. So that night you slept in your own room, you and Bucky didn't speak at all for days and even when getting ready for the mission you guys didn't look at each other. While on the mission you got paired with Steve, due to the atmosphere between you and Bucky, while scoping out the place with Steve you get separated and you get losted and end up getting ambushed by hydra and you fight off as many as you can but you end up getting injured badly and Bucky can hear the pain in your voice as you are talking over the Comms and then he hears Steve call for Sam to get you back to base asap because you are hurt badly. After Bucky hears that he feels his heart drop into his stomach and his whole world comes crashing down. Once Bucky gets back to the base he doesn't even change he comes straight to find you and he eventually finds you and you are in the hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to you and wounds covering your chest. He breaks down and sits beside your bed and holds your hand, apologizing about what he said and about what happend, and how much he needs you and he stays by your bed till you wake up and once you wake up you feel him holding your hand and you look down and see him with his head on your bed sleeping with tear stained cheeks and you remove your hand from his and gently stroke his hair and he jumps awake and looks at you in disbelief and starts crying again and you raise your hands to him wanting a hug and he climbs on your bed beside you and wraps his arms around you, telling you how much he missed you and how much he is sorry
Need some heart wrenching angst
And then mega fluff
The Rift
Bucky x Y/N
Warnings: Angst. Slight mention of injury and violence.
The conference room at the Avengers compound was unusually quiet, the air heavy with unspoken tension.
The stark light illuminated the holographic display at the center of the room, where a map detailed the mission ahead: a Hydra base, deep in an isolated forest. Steve Rogers was leading the briefing, his voice steady as he outlined the plan. Beside him, Sam Wilson added occasional notes. But Y/N wasn’t listening—not fully. Her focus kept shifting to the man sitting beside her.
Bucky Barnes’ jaw was clenched, his metal fingers tapping a sharp rhythm against the table. His eyes never left the display, but Y/N knew his attention wasn’t on the mission—it was on her.
"Y/N, you'll be paired with me during reconnaissance," Steve was saying, drawing her attention back. "Sam and Bucky will handle the infiltration. Once we secure the intel, we regroup and—"
"Wait," Bucky interrupted, his voice low but firm. "Why is Y/N even on this mission?"
The room fell silent, every eye turning to him. Steve’s brows furrowed. "Because she's qualified, Buck. We need her skills."
"Qualified or not, she shouldn't be here." Bucky's tone was sharper now, his glare directed at Steve but his words clearly meant for Y/N.
Y/N felt her stomach twist. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice steady despite the surge of anger building inside her.
Bucky didn’t look at her. "You know what Hydra’s capable of. This isn’t like the other missions. It’s—"
"Enough, Buck," Steve cut in, his voice firm. "We’re a team. This isn’t up for debate."
But Bucky’s jaw was set, and Y/N knew this was far from over.
The door to Bucky’s room slammed shut behind them, and Y/N whirled to face him, arms crossed. “What the hell was that, Barnes?”
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “I’m trying to keep you safe, Y/N.”
“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” she shot back, her voice rising. “I’m an Avenger, Bucky. I’ve faced Hydra before, or have you forgotten?”
“That’s not the point!” he yelled, finally turning to face her. “You don’t understand what it’s like. What they’re capable of—what they’ll do if they get their hands on you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare patronize me. I know exactly what Hydra is capable of. I’ve been fighting them as long as you have.”
“And I’m supposed to just watch you walk into their hands?” His voice cracked, the vulnerability breaking through the anger. “I can’t do it, Y/N. I can’t be on this mission and look after you.”
Y/N took a step back, the words hitting her like a blow. “You think I need you to look after me?”
“That’s not what I—” He stopped, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to you—”
“Then I’ll deal with it,” she snapped. “Like I always do. Or don’t you trust me anymore?”
“That’s not it!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. “I trust you. It’s them I don’t trust. And I can’t focus on the mission if I’m worried about you.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air. Y/N’s heart ached, but her anger refused to let her relent. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be on this mission,” she said coldly, turning on her heel and walking out before he could respond.
The days that followed were a blur of strained silences and avoidance. Y/N moved into her old room, leaving the shared space she and Bucky had called home. They barely spoke, each word clipped and professional, the warmth and ease between them replaced by an unbearable tension.
When the morning of the mission arrived, the atmosphere was no better. In the hangar, Y/N strapped on her gear without sparing Bucky a glance. Steve noticed but didn’t comment, though Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly aware something was wrong.
“Let’s stay focused, team,” Steve said as they boarded the jet. “We’re in and out. No risks, no unnecessary heroics.”
Y/N felt Bucky’s eyes on her as she took her seat across from him, but she refused to look his way. If he wanted to act like she was a liability, fine. She’d prove him wrong.
The Hydra base loomed in the distance, a stark fortress hidden among the trees. The team split up as planned—Y/N and Steve circling to the north for reconnaissance while Bucky and Sam took the southern route.
Y/N moved through the forest with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Steve kept pace beside her, his shield at the ready. “You and Bucky okay?” he asked quietly.
“Fine,” she lied, not breaking stride.
Steve didn’t push, but his concerned glance didn’t go unnoticed. They reached the perimeter of the base without incident, using the cover of the trees to scope out the guards and cameras. But as they moved to reposition, something went wrong. A burst of static in her comms was the only warning before the Hydra agents appeared, cutting her off from Steve.
“Y/N?” Steve’s voice crackled in her ear. “Where are you?”
“Separated,” she replied, ducking behind a tree as gunfire erupted. “I’ll find another route back to you.”
“Be careful,” Steve said, his voice tight.
She didn’t have time to respond before the first agent lunged at her. The fight was brutal and chaotic, her training keeping her alive as she took down one opponent after another. But the odds were against her, and it wasn’t long before a blow to her side sent her crashing to the ground.
Her comms activated as she gasped for breath. “Steve,” she panted, her voice weak. “I’m—”
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice cut in, sharp with panic. “What’s happening?”
She struggled to sit up, blood staining her side. “I’m fine,” she lied, her vision swimming. “Just—just a scratch.”
“Sam, get to her now!” Steve barked over the comms.
“On it,” Sam replied, his voice steady even as Bucky’s broke through again, desperate. “Y/N, talk to me. Where are you?”
Her strength was fading fast. “North quadrant,” she managed before the world blurred around her.
When Bucky arrived back at the base, his heart was racing. He didn’t stop to change out of his blood-stained gear, sprinting through the halls until he found the medical bay.
There she was, lying pale and still on the hospital bed, tubes and wires attached to her. The sight stole the breath from his lungs, his knees nearly buckling beneath him.
Her lips were dry and cracked, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was still alive. An oxygen mask covered her face, the soft hiss of the machine a cruel reminder of her fragility. IV drips hung beside her bed, delivering what her battered body needed to heal, while monitors beeped steadily, the sound both a relief and a torment.
Bucky’s gaze flicked to her hands—one of them bruised, with faint scratches along the knuckles from where she had fought. His heart clenched at the sight. She had fought so hard, just as she always did, even when the odds weren’t in her favor. The thought made his throat tighten.
She shouldn’t have had to.
His metal hand twitched at his side, a heavy weight he hadn’t noticed until now. The memory of her voice, strained and trembling over the comms, echoed in his mind like a haunting melody. He had failed her. The one person he swore he’d protect, and she lay here now, a broken reminder of his fears brought to life.
Bucky reached out hesitantly, his flesh fingers brushing against hers. Her hand was cold, too cold, and the sensation sent a shiver through him. His jaw clenched as he sank heavily into the chair beside the bed, his body curling forward as if the force of his guilt had physically struck him. He wanted to say something, to beg her to wake up, to scream his apologies into the void—but the lump in his throat made it impossible.
“Y/N,” he whispered, collapsing into the chair beside her. He took her hand in his, the warmth of her skin grounding him even as tears streamed down his face. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “This is my fault. I should’ve—God, I should’ve been there.”
He stayed by her side, his head resting on the edge of the bed as exhaustion and grief overwhelmed him.
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The sterile hum of the medical bay was the first thing Y/N registered as she began to wake. The faint beeping of monitors nearby filled the silence, a rhythm that synced uncomfortably with the dull ache radiating through her chest and side. She blinked, her vision blurry at first before the room sharpened into focus.
Her gaze fell downward to find a familiar head resting on the edge of the bed. Bucky’s long hair was disheveled, strands falling over his face as he slept, one hand still clutching hers like a lifeline. The faint trails of dried tears on his cheeks broke her heart in an instant.
Her other hand moved instinctively, trembling as she reached out and gently brushed her fingers through his hair. The soft, repetitive motion caused him to stir, his head lifting abruptly, and his stormy blue eyes locking onto hers in an instant. The emotions that flickered through them—shock, relief, guilt—were overwhelming.
“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “You’re awake.”
Her lips quirked faintly despite the heaviness in her chest. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Still here.”
Bucky let out a broken sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, as he reached for her face, his calloused fingers trembling as they brushed her cheek. “God, I thought I lost you. I—” He cut himself off, his voice faltering as tears filled his eyes again.
“Hey,” Y/N whispered, her brows knitting together as she weakly squeezed his hand. “I’m okay, Buck. I’m right here.”
He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady himself. “No, it’s not okay. None of this is okay.” his gaze dropped to their joined hands, his metal one gently cradling hers. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve fought harder to keep you safe, should’ve—”
“You fought harder to push me away,” she interrupted softly, the weight of their earlier argument still hanging between them. “I don’t need you to save me, Bucky. I just need you to trust me—to believe in me.”
“I do,” he whispered fiercely, his voice breaking. “I do trust you. I just… I’m so afraid of losing you, Y/N. And when I’m afraid, I do stupid things. I push you away, say things I don’t mean—” His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes tightly, tears slipping free. “But when I heard you on that comm, hurt and fighting for your life, and I wasn’t there…”
Y/N squeezed his hand again, her heart aching as she watched him crumble in front of her. “Bucky,” she said gently, and when his eyes opened, they were shimmering with unspoken pain. “Come here.”
He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure he deserved it, but the moment she reached for him, he broke. In a single motion, he climbed carefully onto the bed, mindful of the wires and bandages, and wrapped his arms around her as gently as he could. His metal arm slid beneath her shoulders while his flesh hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her close to his chest as though afraid she’d disappear if he let go.
“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything I said, for everything I didn’t say. For not being there when you needed me.”
Her own tears welled up, but she kept her voice steady as she whispered against him, “I need you to stop blaming yourself. None of this was your fault, Buck. And I know you love me—you wouldn’t act this way if you didn’t. But you can’t keep trying to protect me from everything.”
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. “I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I know I can’t. But I don’t know how to stop being terrified of losing you. You’re my whole world, Y/N. If something happened to you—” His voice cracked again, and he pressed his forehead to hers, his tears spilling onto her cheeks. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
Her heart clenched, her hands lifting to cup his face as she wiped his tears with her thumbs. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised softly. “We’re a team, Bucky. And I need you to let me fight beside you, not behind you.”
He nodded shakily, his forehead still pressed to hers. “I’ll try,” he murmured. “I’ll try to do better. Just… please don’t leave me, doll.”
“Never,” she whispered back. “I couldn’t even imagine it.”
For a moment, they stayed like that, holding each other as the weight of the past few days began to lift. When Bucky finally shifted, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple before settling beside her, his arms still wrapped protectively around her.
“You need to rest,” he murmured, his voice still raw but steadier now. “You’re not getting rid of me, though. I’m staying right here.”
Y/N smiled faintly, her head resting against his chest. “Good,” she whispered. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”
As her breathing evened out and she drifted back into sleep, Bucky tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ll never let you go,” he murmured.
“Not ever again.”
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Phantom whimpered; being pressed up against the wall like this, held aloft in Swiss’ rugged arms, made the Quint’s entire body tremble with need.
He had been an easy catch and he knew it; but how could he resist when the Multi-Ghoul looked so good? Swiss was as enticing as any Incubus and the pull that he had elicited just to lure Phantom over the threshold of his room had been as easy as breathing.
It came natural to the Multi-Ghoul, this silken seduction, and just like that the little Quint was sex-drunk and begging for as much as Swiss could give him. His charmer was happy to oblige.
Oh lord this is real nice and real fun to write about. Enjoy ^-^
Content: Tail job, slightly dubious quintessence use, Swiss being a lil weirdo about blood, aphrodisiac use, Swiss with a pierced dick, just a lot of foreplay going on up in here
“Phantom.”
The ghoul groaned softly in his sleep, the strange disturbance slowly rousing him from a nice dream he was having.
“Wake up, Buggy. Come to me.”
Phantom tried to push the voice away, but a sudden wave of sweet arousal washed over him. He gasped, opening his eyes and finding himself already out of bed and walking to the door. Was this a dream? It certainly didn’t feel like a dream when his tail knocked over a nearby chair.
He opened the door, chirping softly at that strange presence as it took a hold of him once he stepped into the hallway. He giggled drunkenly, swaying to and fro before walking forward as if being led on a chain around his neck. There was nothing there, but he felt it. It was strange, but something about it was familiar. He had felt this before, but where?
“Come to my room, Buggy.”
Phantom obeyed that voice that whispered so sweetly in his ears as if it were right behind him. He glanced behind him just in case it was there and saw that he was alone.
“Now, Buggy. Don’t keep us waiting.”
His focus was back on the voice. It sounded so rich and strong in his head. The way it vibrated through him made him squirm in place and whine as he felt himself grow hard and needy.
He blinked and saw a purple haze surrounding him. He gazed at it in wonder as it moved, creating a trail that led right to Swiss’s room. He had to follow it.
Phantom stepped forward and the more he got closer to Swiss’s room, the more intense his arousal grew as rich caramel and vanilla flooded his senses. One of Swiss’s signature scents that he absolutely adored.
“I’m right in here, Buggy. Open the door.”
Phantom rushed forward, opening the door. He was greeted by darkness that quickly grabbed him and dragged him in with terrifying ease. He let out a yelp before he was slammed against the wall, held up by that strange shadow that slowly took form until Swiss smiled down at him. The darkness subsided, revealing a purple fog that enveloped Swiss’s room. The multi ghoul chuckled darkly, purple tendrils of that sweet smelling smoke trickling from his mouth and nose.
“I got you, Buggy,” he purred, wrapping his tail around his waist and pulling Phantom’s pants down, freeing his cock.
Phantom could only stare at Swiss in awe. His naked body was adorned in beautiful gold and silver jewelry. From the gold in his locks and then to silver in his pierced cock, he was beautiful.
“S…Swiss,” Phantom whimpered, blushing as the bigger ghoul licked his cheek, his tongue piercing tickling his skin just the right way.
“Yeah? What do you want, Buggy?” Swiss asked, his voice low as his clawed fingers lightly caressed his sides.
“I…I need…,” his voice trailed off when the multi ghoul’s gold-tipped tail slowly wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly jerking him off. Phantom bit down on his lip with a hiss, drawing blood. This brought a rumbling growl from Swiss who immediately tilted his chin up with a single claw, forcing him to make eye contact with him.
Phantom gazed into his eyes and saw the growing hunger in his deep purple eyes before he pulled him into a ravenous kiss. Swiss’s aphrodisiac filled Phantom’s lungs, making him gasp softly as the multi ghoul pushed his long tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of him. Swiss’s tail continued jerking him off as his own thick cock pressed against Phantom’s belly.
“So good,” Swiss moaned into the kiss before pulling away and sucking on Phantom’s bloodied lip. It stung, but Swiss’s saliva was already working its magic on him.
“So good,” Phantom repeated, giggling drunkenly before a moan escaped his lips when Swiss began teasing the tip of his cock with his tail.
“Yeah, you like that, Buggy?” Swiss asked, pecking him on the cheek.
“Fuck…I do,” Phantom moaned back, leaning forward and kissing along Swiss’s neck. He even tasted sweet. He had no idea what the fuck was going on, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Such a sweet little thing. You want me to fuck you stupid?” Swiss asked, reaching around and squeezing Phantom’s ass while teasing his tip even more.
Phantom nodded his head, tears of pleasure welling up in his eyes as he felt hot precum leaking from his cock. The multi ghoul clucked his tongue in disapproval, petting the top of Phantom’s head and tousling his already messy hair.
“You can do better than that. Use your words, Bug.”
Phantom took a deep breath and pulled his head away from Swiss’s neck, finding the words he so badly needed to use.
“I…I need you to fuck me ‘till I can’t walk,” he murmured, his voice ragged.
He hiccuped, a small puff of purple smoke curling from his lips. The smile that came from Swiss radiated warmth as he leaned in and nuzzled his cheek with a loving purr. Phantom was in complete bliss for a moment before Swiss’s tail pushed on his cock the right way and he came with a soft cry, spilling himself on Swiss’s tail and his stomach.
“Aw, poor thing. Let me fuck you better,” Swiss cooed, scooping him up into his arms and carrying Phantom to his bed.
“Yes…Yes please,” Phantom whispered, breathing in the smoke that surrounded him and going dumb from pleasure as he was placed amongst silky soft blankets that smelled like Swiss.
“Sweet Bug.”
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nightfall's descent
When you're observing me, who do you think I'm observing?
This time, it is you, who's been left wide awake for far too long.
mature themes; implied insomnia, age gap, issues. nsfw content, but there is no actual smut.
The crackle of thick paper crumpling in your hands makes Alex’s arm twitch. It must be very late, or very early, it is hard to tell the difference because the sun has already gotten into the habit of being distant at all times. It is cold. The outside world is freezing, all shades of blue and uncomfortable.
He is snoring softly. Lying on his stomach, one leg bent, his face is squashed against his forearm. He would feel his eyelashes tickle his skin if he were to open his eyes, that’s how bad it is. He looks relaxed, almost miraculously so. His stubbly chin rests on his other hand and it makes you smile. You are not sure if there is an actual smile on your face right now, but it makes something deep in your chest pulse with aching fondness and that is enough. More than anyone else could make you feel just by existing, that is for sure.
You can’t sleep.
This is normally his problem. It’s not that your sleep schedule is divine, but he needs much more sleep than you do, you have come to find out. He’ll never pass an opportunity to take a nap. On the sofa, on his favourite armchair, sitting at the dinner table —
it is, a breathy whisper of “tired today...” when he stretches his arms and sighs, then yawns and his eyes are visibly more droopy by the time he closes his mouth. Or, “I am gonna need to rest me mind after this...” when you ask him to stir the pot and he can’t tear his gaze away from everything swirling and spinning effortlessly. You know, you always know, you are gonna find him later just like this. Heavy and content, snoring softly.
Alex will do anything to avoid going to bed alone.
The unexpectedness of it had caught you off-guard at first, making you wonder what else you had assumed wrongly about him. He says he does not wanna get used to it, sleeping alone, because he has a habit of turning things into habits, and that has never been a good thing. You take it as a compliment, really, when he waits for you like a good little pet, and you didn’t even need to teach him a thing. To be more specific, it makes you want to grab him and kiss him all over, eat him up in bruising bites, and isn’t that just the best thing you could do for him? He has everything else, doesn’t he? Money, reputation, even love — adoration, fascination, obsession, — might not be the healthiest forms of love, sure, but it’s still much more than you ever got.
He is always tired after making love, too.
Making love, apparently that is what you call it now. It is just what it feels like. It’s not the bad kind of love, either. Everything he touches turns to gold, and you are just happy to be underneath him, on top of him— he is never out of reach. You are never out of his head.
It feels like a privilege to see him this way.
You put your sketchbook to the side, shutting it closed and instinctively holding your breath for a mere second to hear the soft click it makes. You reach out for him with your hand, the one you had been holding your pencil and smudging the ink with. It makes your skin rough like ash would, although, it could not be more obvious how this is not ash or dust, not the remnants of finality, but rather the opposite of it — you wanted to draw him. Couldn’t sleep, and observing him like this is as close as you can get to dreaming without shutting your eyes and falling backwards into the darkness people call “sleep”... but, no... sleep isn’t like this...
This is not still and lifeless, it is pretty radiant here.
”Dreamland?” Oh, yes. This is it.
Bizarre, pretty, yours.
Your fingers touch the softness of his eyebrow, and his eyes tremble slightly, before he sighs and moves his head to the side a bit. His eyebrows furrow. So expressive, even in sleep, even when everything outside is cold and grim, it makes your lungs ache and rattle your ribcage a tiny bit.
Nothing new.
He is mostly bare underneath the covers, you are pretty sure.
A small part of his thigh is exposed from how his leg is bent. Firm, yet soft, kissable. You pull back the covers slightly to see his knee and– there it is. The bruise.
You had bitten him in the afternoon.
He was busy coming back down to earth. You had kept him all safe and tender in your mouth for long enough to make some part of him believe in the sacredness of this thing. That it wasn’t fucking or any kind of animalistic instinct when he held your head down and an obscene noise escaped his throat. Without his permission, too, he always tries to be quiet when your mouth is full of him. As an act of showing empathy, or maybe it would feel dangerously close to silencing you, and he doesn’t want to get used to that either.
The bruise makes his skin pretty like the sunset kissed it.
You lean down to kiss it now, softly, gently. He squirms.
“Hm?”
You watch his face as he slowly wakes up. Stretching modestly like a house pet.
“What time is it?” His voice sounds somehow even rougher than usual, you feel a shiver run through your spine.
“I don’t know.”
That sobers him up, for some odd reason, and his eyes search for your face. Alex holds a hand up before he drops it next to yours.
“I was waiting. For you to come back to bed when you got up in the middle of the night. But I couldn’t‐ could not keep my eyes open, you know? I tried, though...” his voice trails off into a quiet mumble. He is apologising for something you have never even mentioned or thought about.
“I know, Alex.”
“What are you doing?”
You pick up the sketchbook again, handling it with an air of carelessness that does not belong to you. As if this part of you, which you are holding in your hand, has somehow become less important now that he is watching.
“Nothing, really. I couldn’t sleep again.”
He moves closer to you, still on his stomach. Lazy boy.
“Wanna show me?”
Your hesitation is undeniably palpable and thick in the air, he could cut it with a knife. You’d pay him to do that if he could.
Your numb fingers grip your sketchbook a tad bit tighter, with his sleepy eyes following the movement, he takes a deep breath.
“I want to see, love.”
Alex looks more awake now than he did when he woke up in the morning. He loves the sun, but it is not always there for him. It is cold now, even in the morning. Especially in the morning. Still dark, still freezing, and you weren’t there. It felt like the day after a perfect day, and he woke up not with a hazy, blurry mind but a very clear head and thoughts so sharp that they hurt.
He grows amusedly suspicious when your eyes widen with hesitation. This is not the first time.
“Is it– mmm–“ his voice turns into a soft croon, the cartoonish quality of it making his own eyes twinkle. “Is it me? In there...?”
“Huh?”
“Were you drawing me?”
You let out a huff at the accusation. “I've not drawn anything for so long. And it is literally just a rough sketch, I don’t even like it. I’m not trying to hide, it is not a–“
“But it is mine, isn’t it?” He crawls again, just wanting to be closer to you. He does this thing, getting closer to you so you can hear him more clearly, instead of just raising his voice like everybody else does. He is pressed up against your form now with a smirk on his face. Only a second or three passes as he is observing you, expecting you to hand over the sketchbook, and then he is chuckling, his face scrunching up. “Are you hiding me from myself? Come on... that is my job.”
You can’t help but laugh with him. “You always say I see you somewhat differently, though... I wouldn’t want to end up making a fool of myself or whatever it is that I'm so afraid of."
Something glimmers in his eyes, just a subtle flicker of it, and it is almost as if he never slept, once again. “Never have I said that to you.”
“Not to me, maybe, no... Does it matter?”
“Are you– hold on, tell me when was the last time you slept properly, and don’t lie.”
You almost comment on his tone, but you decide to answer him, only to realize that you can not.
His eyebrows furrow, and he sits up. It is difficult to handle this, you don't think you are ever gonna get used to it. Being so close, he looks too real. His skin is shiny under the moonlight, the tan is gone, pale again from the way he has succumbed to solitary lifestyles similar to those they teach you about in the bible. His scent... Cigarettes, is it? Something bitter-sweet and addictive like thick honey on his skin, too, and it ought to make you crave more when you let your teeth cut loose.
Not again... what was he talking about?
“Honey?”
You look at him. Alex. Al. God, he is going to get actually old one day, isn’t he? You almost wish he isn’t. You almost wish you had met him when he was younger, he could have broken your heart that way, the casual way, it certainly would have been easier. All kinds of leather were tight over his muscles back then, hair slippery and tousled and apparently perfect. Dark, but shiny like jet, steel, something solid and useful. Something you definitely wouldn’t have seemed, if you had been the one standing next to him in those messy, flashy polaroids and countless paparazzi shots.
You always had this thought about how his hair and his leather jackets shone the same way, and that thought used to make you giddy then almost teary. At least you never forgot how to fantasise and daydream about and do everything but avoid men like him, because he is actually right here now and he is... different.
“Yes.” You talk in a whisper, your voice soft and quiet like the rustling of your sheets underneath him as he shifts to caress your neck with a gentle hand.
“Where did you go?”
“I’m here.”
“Hmm. Yes, you are. I believe you now.” Alex hums, smiles. Looking thoughtful for a second before his face is hovering over yours, and he leans down to press a kiss to your neck. There is a hushed mumble against your skin. You nudge his shoulder.
“Honeysop,” he mumbles again, but this time, a giggle makes his voice sound chirpy.
“What the fuck?”
“I said... I’ve got a new nickname for you.” Alex looks down at you. (Studying your face with the expression of a man who knows he doesn’t have to tell his kid that Santa Claus isn’t real or something along those lines.)
You smile — a toothy, sweet thing to make his eyes shine even brighter. You can not help but notice the way his chain is dangling from his neck. Why must every single part of him shine like that? You touch it gently, soft fingertips warm against the cool metal. There are tiny pink marks left on his chest from how the chain had pressed into his skin in sleep. You find it soothing to watch it rock back and forth above you, and you are very sure that he is amused by that fact.
Suddenly, you find your voice again. “I think, had this been some other time, any other time, I would have asked you to fuck me right here. You know, it’s midnight, you are all just the perfect amount of wound up and silly. I can’t sleep. But... can I...” You impulsively kiss the tip of his nose just because it is the part of him closest to your lips. His eyes are wide and sweet, intrigued.
“You could pose for me... I want to draw you. And when I’m done, I won’t hide it from you, no... I could even draw it in your notebook. I know you prefer the ones with blank pages, I do, too.” Alex ducks his head slowly, listening intently, but all of a sudden, too busy leaving loving bites on your throat and pressing his lips against your heart. You grab his hair firmly, hoping to keep his eyes fixated on you.
“Then I’ll let you fuck me. I want–," You giggle when his stubble tickles the softness of your chest accidentally, but you keep going. He can feel your heart thumping faster and faster. "I want you too tired and distracted after you're done, just– too stupid to care for finding whatever the hell I drew in there. Be- because God knows it is gonna be horrible, Al, don't even..."
Alex grabs your face with a firm hand, his thumb digging into the skin near your mouth and the rest of his fingers wrap tightly around your jaw.
"Shhhhh... dove..."
You whimper quietly at his cooing, the contrast between his soft murmurs and the strength in his hand causes your mind to get filthier with each breath. And not just your mind, really, you would be pressing your thighs together right now if he wasn't straddling them so rudely. He presses his cheek against yours, his mouth just hovering over your ear. Tilting his head back for a few seconds, just to see your pretty earring up close. It makes him smile, even though he can barely make it out of the darkness.
"You've got to stop it, love, stop hiding. I need to keep seeing you, all of it, okay?"
You nod the best you can, chest trembling and hips twitching from the intensity of his words. Alex keeps hushing you as his touches travel down your torso, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. Tracing the hem, tapping his blunt fingernails over your stomach like he might do to the strings of a guitar he's yet to be familiar with.
Alex sits back, pulling away from you entirely with a huff. He grabs your sketchbook from where you left it earlier. A twitch in his bicep and a weary sigh on his lips, as if he's been forced to pick up some of kind of evidence.
You try to touch his knee, or just any part of him that you can possibly reach, but your fingers accidentally curl over him right where a bruise is still blooming and tender on his thigh and he hisses.
Cool cat... or is he, really?
It is something of a blur after that. Like you pressed a button and you are waiting to find out if it was the good one or not.
Alex takes your sketchbook and lets the poor thing covered in charcoal marks rest in the drawer of your nightstand.
The sheets he has tangled himself in bother him way too much. And they smell like you, as always, it is messing with his head right now and more importantly, it makes him want to mess with yours. He pushes them away, your relentless pawing at the worn white fabric anything but helpful.
Alex tugs at your shirt to pull it up, too, so he isn't the only one feeling cold and exposed. He clutches your waist, settling lower on the bed this time and resting his cheek on your hip. You can feel his chain touch you. He looks up.
"This– can you feel it?" He gently caresses, presses down on your lower tummy with his fingers, before moving his face slightly and planting a soft kiss right there. "This is where I need to be."
Just that sentence, the last one — it makes you cry out, your shaky hand coming down to grip his hair.
"No need for any... paper or ink or cameras. It is just us, dove. Even put the sketchbook away for you, so just let me, huh? It'll feel much better, 'cause it is more special."
A muffled keen leaves your lips when he starts to slowly slide your underwear down your legs. You didn't even realize you were biting down on your knuckles until now. Until you see the red mark you have left on your hand and the string of saliva connecting your parted mouth to it.
Alex stops when he hears the desperate noise you make, frowning. Something felt off. He lies down beside you now. Face to face. His touches turning delicate and patient, instead of demanding. "What's wrong?" He asks, sweet and every single thing that makes your heart ache all over again. He strokes your cheek, gentle warmth spreading over the parts he had grabbed and got a bit close to bruising earlier. Your eyes grow softer and so does his.
"I'm cold, Al. But if you put a blanket over me... I'm gonna get sleepy, too."
He kisses your lips once. A reward for not hiding from him again, perhaps.
Alex studies your hazy gaze for a moment. He grabs the blanket you had apparently used as a pillow when you hopped on his bed a few hours ago. Pecks your collarbone, covering the both of you with that warm blanket and he smiles as you move lazily to curl up against him properly.
It is easy for him to adore the way you cling to him, let out a soft noise when you are shifting to your side and swinging your leg over his, remembering that the only thing you are wearing is your shirt not exactly right on time.
"Pardon me, if I sound too crude, but..." He chuckles against your neck, the sound scratching his throat. "You were– well, are, fucking dripping, girl."
You giggle. "What was that word? Ah, yeah. Honeysop."
"You are ridiculous." He shakes his head and tuts when you try to move away from him, wrapping an arm around your torso and hugging you even closer than before. "No. No hiding, stay here."
There is a soft smile on your face, your mind full of fuzzy, messy bits and you are sure that feeling his warm breath on your skin must be something from your personal heaven.
Your voice comes out as a quiet, soft murmur. "I don't know what it is, but, sometimes you say things in a certain way and it just... there is this moment after I hear you, when I feel as if you could do anything you wanted to me and it would– nothing else could possibly be better than that."
Alex kisses your temple, carding his fingers through your hair. "That's a lot."
You squirm. "Maybe that's what makes it special... no? You said it was–"
"You pay a lot of attention to what I say, you know? I think that's exactly what makes it special." Another kiss. "That I trust you to see me... like I want to be seen. Not differently, you used that word, and I got a bit silly over it. It's never about differences between us. I try not to make it about them, at least."
"Always had a thing for that," you say, a bitter-sweet tint to your tone. "Contrasting subjects, juxtaposition... maybe that's why I got into painting, too. And oh, yes, there we have another difference for us to avoid admitting to, I guess," you laugh.
"Is this funny to you? Or are you just... amused by it?"
"Why?"
"You are laughing."
"I'm tired."
He could close his eyes and he would still be able to see the smile and that hidden yawn in your voice.
Alex sighs, delighted.
"I guess you're just gonna have to sleep now, then, honeysop."
#uhhhhh#who else feeling kind of abnormal?#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#alex turner fic#alex turner x oc#my fic#gn reader#i think !
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It's gonna be a good day good night
#persona 3#persona 3 reload#persona#p3 reload#there's so much I want to draw..but for now I need sleep#this song is really soothing..#doodle
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Celeste (she/her)
#she's a trans bisexual vampire who sleeps in a graveyard <3#most of the oc's i've drawn are gay for dudes i figured i should draw my ladies who are sapphic more lol#her and isabella are part of the same story#and are both trans and bi. Celeste is more of a lurker and weird and Isabella is more. normal lol.#art#oc#original character#artwork#drawing#illustration#artists on tumblr#digital art#vampire#blood#tw blood#she's also in the same story as Posie! Hes my gay half fairy dude who runs a flower shop. im trying to figure out how much they all interac#with eachother. theres also some more oc's from the story i want to draw#but so far ive drawn willow (gay dude whos technically not human) and Posie and Isabella and now Celeste#ive also drawn Farris in the past who's also gay but his ref is super old so i need an updated piece of him :3
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siren
#bakuspecial#cw: nudity#cw: body horror#monster#siren! I think. they're bird to me#I think this has been brewing since that stream mim did of drawing dnd monsters only from official text description#and when the official art for the sirens were shown I was like. oh thats just a woman with wings#lmao like. granted. its an official dnd book available for all audience. you cant make it too Bad To Look At#(I do not agree with this but it wasnt about me. if its about me its gonna be about very few people lmao)#but yeah. after that I got slightly too into the idea of putting more bird into birdwoman#but I also do genuinely love monsters that are Rearranged Human Parts so. I couldnt commit too much to the bird scales Im so sorry#I wanted the fleshiness. the feel. textural experience of holding her hands and being like oh that's a human#even when ur eyes tell u otherwise. mmm#...I looked to my right as I was typing these tags and saw. the fucked up pikmin I tried to sculpt the other day along with the pin#and got startled#its so. its so fucked up. gods. dusty white naked grainy parsnip#I used to have that one doll I butchered wanting to customize in a box next to me and thats way less upsetting than this. man#its perfect actually I will never throw this thing away. anyways#now. now I go to bed. its sleep time for the baku#have a good night lads! you CAN have it both way easily you just need a big bat
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#a doodley#okkk 2022: the torture chamber....i only sparsely drew al and developed talon (he was borned...) bc my mind was occupied with other things.#2023: exiting torture chamber; it took me a tiny little bit to get back to drawing and ''interacting with'' al again but i did it even#though it was a reminder of the Bad bc he's my copium#summer 2023: i view and witness media and suddenly have like 5 fictional men i cant decide on which to focus... and september (talon month)#comes along so I decide to focus on Talon after not touching him much at all throughout the entire year#(forced this btw i did not wanna do it LOL i didnt even remember how to draw him)#september 2023 to now: talon has infiltrated the brain. but i want to swivel back to al#now: i've forgotten how to Talk to al (just like i did in beginning of 2023)#(and just like i forgot how to talk to talon for most of 2023)#so ive kind of just been replaying the smunker cow al daydreams from when they first met#so I can find my way back...retracing my steps#in doing so ive kind of also forgotten how to interact with talon but still havent gotten back to al#so rn my life is so boring without imaginary bf interactions. just the before sleep plot rehashing daydreams...#or sparse visions of em Sometimes#nobody in my brain rn just like the short period last yr and its distressing#what do i draw without a love obsession.....#how do i pass time without it....! so boring. idk what to do#i miss the me of several yrs ago when i was drawing 50 different aus with al....ive downgraded in skill and imagination and creativity#so bad since then. idk. idk. i hope they come back to me soon#maybe i shld just draw al a lot which is how i kickstarted caring abt talon again almost a yr ago ?#hoping i can get him to come back before my surgery i need my big sexy boy nurse for recovery#(complaining abt things usually fixes em for me so im hoping thats the case here)
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"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#cw blood#something something cracking open a boy w the cold ones#IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I MISSED I SWWWEAR TO JEBEDIAH. IF I STARE AT THIS ANYMORE IM GONNA DIE IT NEEDS TO BE DONE#ALSO RRRAAAHAHHHGHGH CAN I JUST TAKEA SECOND TO SCREEAAMM ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE SODA AND EMIZEL.. LIKE THERYE SO CUTE....#THEY ARE HOMIES THAT KISS EACHOTHR GOODNIGHT. THEY CARE SO MUCH FOR EACHOTHER. SODA LOVES SODA AND SODA LOVES YOU#do u guys remember how willing he was to share blood w his vampire bestie. like cmon. remember when emizel memorized sodas Soda Schedule.#LIKE CMON.... they just have eachothers backs so much. ouhhh my god... ANYWAY SO THE ART HUH. I FEEL LIKE I SCRAMBLED W IT FOR A WHILE#DRAWIN IS HARD..... i think i did well in the end tho.. i like the lil heart beat effects. and i hope i made soda look Suffieciently Scared#i ALSO had fun w the teeth. i however did not have fun w the walls. if i had more drugs i mightve done every brick in more detail#but i didnt WANNA!!!! this will suffice.I HOPE IT FLOWS WELL&THAT ITS CLEAR... IVE STARED AT IT SO LONG IT IS NOW VISUAL SOUP. HELP!!!#i want my comics to have more Pauses and Space and Thought and Momence. i feel like normally they go so fast. but THIS time#i think i did good.... huuoouhhhh.... comics are HARD art is HARD but i am HARDER. or something. OH YEAH I HAVE MORE ART THINGS#soda was RLY HARD FOR ME TO DRAW FOR A MINUTE..but i like where his design is now. i wanted his hair to be curly swirly.like soda fizz#i THINK thats all my thoughts for now. if u have thoughts u should spill them in the tags i looooove reading tttaaggsss#have a goodnight i gotta go to work soon. maybe. unless the casinos power goes out AGAIN. OR SEOMTHING... UUGHHH MY SCHEDULE IS IN SHAMBLES#I THOUGHT I WAS WORKIN 3 DAYS INA ROW SO I RENTED A WHOLE DAMN HOTEL BC THE JOB PLACE IS FAR AWAY.. I HAD TO CANCEL THE WHOLE RESERVATOn#annd im MMMMAD ABOUT IT!!! like ill get over it ofc BUT IM PEEVED!!!! IM INCONVIENIENCED AND GENTLY AGGRIVATED. BUT OVERALL FINE.#hope yalls weekend goes well. sleep well. if u get the chance to.
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A new era
#now you know why i needed the original video#1) i was looking for a potential pose i liked better so i can switch it up but at the end this still was the best moment#2) i also wanted to check which platform the person who took the video is on so i can tag them in IG for example#anyway this is probably the best thing i drawn like.. ever#obviously not perfect but nothing ever is and i did forgo some details at the end (like the chains)#but like.. i honestly love every part of this the way it is which is a new feeling#if you like this even half as much as i do i'm happy#i'm also keeping the detail shot thing i stole from Misha because i like it a lot TmT#sleep token#vessel iv#iv sleep token#sleep token iv#iv#sleep token band#sleeptoken#levynn tries to draw
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They're so lovely, your Honour. Dadmare is king, his boys forever goofy. I refuse to stop complimenting your art-
The one where Nightmare, he HIGHLIGHTED concerning lyrics that he PRINTED OUT to show CROSS. It's so wholesome- he's such a dad and I love it. I love your art, it's so sweet. I love it.
Asdbkjbfjk STOP I'M GOING TO DIE hello 911 somebody's being nice to me on the internet help
Thank you!! <3 You are FAR too kind, I am sending 1 million good vibes directly to your home as revenge >:3c
He just worries! He wants his sons- I mean boys- I MEAN UNDERLINGS to be happy and when he hears one of them absolutely wailing about feeling numb and disappointed he wants to check in. Also he finally learned to use the printer without help and he's taking advantage of it.
It's also important to note this is all Pigeon's fault for having such amazing cool ideas and going feral with me about them, which is how we get things like this
Smooth.
#UTDR#UTMV#Ask#Thelunarsystemwrites#Pigeonstab#Tagging you because you're responsible for this motivation!!#But for reals alhdgdkks thank you so much!! This was way too nice it made me squeak when I read it <3#Also these are so messy I'm sorry#I just really badly wanted to draw something for this#And with tonight's thoughts I was inspired#Don't notice that I forgot my own tattoos in that first drawing#Genuinely hearing that I make the boys goofy is such a high compliment to me#I am always striving for goofy so thank you very much <3#Okay now I need to sleep for reals goodnight gang!!
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#ok finally making a post about meds#I've not ever tried taking medication before. I was sorta raised with that classic 'dont rely on meds you have to learn to manage without'#I mean I was also raised with the idea that therapy is stupid unless you have 'real' trauma. and also like idk.#can't stay home from school unless your temp is over 100 or you're throwing up. etc. very suck it up mindset#so I was just really nervous to start. also of course worried about losing myself or whatever I know that's a silly fear but#it's also a common fear for a reason!!! anyways#so I finally was like 'I need to do something' when I realized I was so anxious I couldnt even get myself to go outside alone#like I just don't want to do ANYTHING alone to a detrimental effect. and it was butting into my ability to do my work...#for various reasons. but then ALSO adhd has been a constant issue with my work as well!#it is SO hard to write and draw on a weekly pace like I am without being able to focus#my whole life I've had these terrible nightmares constantly and I've always woken up constantly in the night#sleep has always been terrible so I've always dreaded going to bed.. ESPECIALLy because it didnt even make me less tired#it was more something that I just did because I had to.#but going to bed was always terrible. there have been times I was too scared to go to sleep for weeks on end...#I've been mitigating this for years of course. and recently I've been taking melatonin which has been helping too.#but I've also always struggled to get up. because I've always been EXTREMELY exhausted#but also anxious of what the day might bring... idk.#anyways it has all hit a point that I was like okay. I am doing as many coping mechanisms as I can. the psych said they were good too#but... it just has never been enough. it's never been enough to make me not tired it's never been enough to make me not scared#so I finally talked to the doc about it. and she was like youve def got smth wrong basically. which yah I know.. but yknow#anyways so I started taking wellbutrin. and I am so frustrated now. because it's WORKING#that constant looming sense of dread is gone. I'm excited to get up. I'm excited to go to bed BECAUSE I'm excited to get up#I feel like for years I've been holding on to the idea that I have to get up because I have to put something good out into the world#and I've been clinging to knowing that if nothing else. I am able to help other people feel better.#but now for the first time in my life I'm like. free of it. I didnt even know it was possible... and I'm so sad how much I've lost out on#and so frustrated how my whole life I've been told to put up with it and push through it. and treated like a failure for it being too much.#and just. It has only been 2 weeks. but the lack of anxiety is SO noticeable I'm so...#I'll never miss it. the adhd is still pretty present but like whatever. I can manage that better.#and I'm just crying because of all this combined.#I just. I hope I get to finally be the best I can be now. for myself but also for you guys!
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Soooooooooo I finished the weapons :D
I don't have much ideas for what to write in here so imma just drop the designs and continue suffering in school skkskskksk
First we gooooot
Bear Axe 2
@beartitled (apologies for the puns I couldn't help myself)
Then we have the comically large hammer
Le Bonker 1000
@insomniphic I'm kinda curious to see how would you lift ot ngl
And then we have the last weapon for Captain! :D
Captain's Staff
@braisedhoney
The staff was the most fun to draw tbh
Also I was this 🤏 close to fully shading the axe and the staff lmao
Anyway time for me to skedadle back into my cave before COL finds me /silly
- CR2868
#hmmmm what do i write in tags- eh imma just drop something and maybe add some later#hhhhhhh brain empty >:[[#fun fact: the staff was the most pain in the ass to make cuz i couldn't figure out how it would look and then when i figured it out it was#very fun to colour so imma probably draw few other weapons with this kind of hardlight blade#also very pretty#hmmm i dont have much time and i dont want to risk that tumblr is gonna post this twice-#tags speedrun time#i need sleep#my art#amari art#digital art#artists on tumblr#weapon#hive#now that i think about it ill try to doodle some hive sona shenanigans cuz why not#though i didnt draw anything for my Narrator lmao#also i was thinking about drawing attack variations for the weapons so i might doodle it later if brain won't go empty lol#hhhhhhh time for me to suffer again-#i hope yall like the weapons
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me when time moves forward at a steady pace: how the fuck is it more than halfway through july already. this fuckers rapidly sprinting when im not looking huh
#i have so many things i need to do#before the semester starts again this fall#i need to work on comms. i need to work on a project due the end of the month. i want to do artfight. i want to make art for myself. i want#to do art studies. i want to start an alt drawing more suggestive stuff. i mean what who said that mustve been the wind#and thats just the things related to drawing.#i need to organize my room. i need to learn [redacted]. i want to cook more. i want to socialize more. i want to play games. i want to-#watch and read and listen to so many things#yet i have a finite amount of time to do everything#and half of a day is consumed by me just snoozing#and when i do work on something i feel like im Not Efficient Enough.#i cant just chill in vcs i need to be productive and draw too. and if i dont make significant progress then I Have Failed.#i cant just watch New Season of Show. thats Time Focused on One Singular Activity. gotta do multiple things at once or ill feel bad after#because i know that once the semester starts back up then im gonna be 90% less online#back to the depths of graphic design hell making infographics and powerpoints and brand identities#not having the time to draw anything furry or for myself for several months#anywho its 5am#i should go to sleep#sorry for the ramble im just. only now realizing how little time i have#when i wake up i have to really lock in on drawing and stuff#ive wasted so much time playing a game this past week#if i hadnt played it idve made so much more progress by now and im kicking myself so bad mentally now that im like mostly done w the game#gahhh#anywho yeah sorry for the ramble ill post more soon#sho.scramblin
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Some mild existential dread in the house today
#im just feeling reeeeally really drained#works taking a LOT out of me#like. it feels less intense day to day? or maybe im reacting less? but its still very much piling up#and im just feeling very...idk. like im still waiting for permission to live my life#except now the permission osnt coming from any one person its. having the money to docit#and the time and the energy#and i guess thats just what adult life is? waiting#and hoping#and along the way losing sight of what i even wanted in the first place because im so *tired*#idk. i definitely need a project of some kind but im struggling to settle on something and then organise it#i have stuff to do today anyway. alfie had a lil bit of emergency cash saved so i need to go shopping#and i need to tidy the kitchen and do some dishes#and have a bath and shave at some point#i also want to draw but again. struggling ti pick something and idk if ill have the executive function spare#AND i want to try and be more social and talk to folks but thats its own kind of difficult#part of me would like a disc server that just has all of my friends in it bc i find it easier to dip in and out of conversarions#but i imagine that would be weird for folks who dont know each other#idk. lot goin through my mind when all i really want is sleep#which also hasnt been...greeeeat lately#mainly because Alfie wakes me up in the mornings bc they dont like being alone but also have a very different sleep schedule to me#and can take multiple smaller naps over a day whereas i really need a solid 8 or so hours or i just. dont fully switch on#but theyre also struggling atm (mentally and also they got an injury at work AND seperately broke their foot ffs)#so they need me more and its just#this never ending cycle of SOMETHING needs my attention#and its fucking exhausting asfghfkd#but!!! we keep goin!!!!! been applying for a bunch of jobs and havent heard anything positive yet but. we keep tryin huh
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Hey @thehomelybadger , thank you for breaking my heart
#the way I picked up my iPad and started drawing angst#caitlyn kiramman#vi arcane#piltover’s finest#caitvi#arcane#fanart#jacketsketch#(this was scheduled before chap 32 came out - I need to sleep so I haven’t read it yet but oh boy)#but I also want to say before I do - thank you.#thank you so much for telling this story. I’m not exaggerating in the slightest when I say it got me through a lot these past few months#it fueled my inspiration it calmed me down on bad days when I was beating myself up with stress it gave me something to grasp onto#I love your characters - every quirk and trait you’ve gave them and this world you’ve fleshed out#I hadn’t seen a second of ice hockey and now I’m looking up reference photos and trying to get the jerseys down#i love these guys and it pains me to be letting them go already - I can’t imagine how it’s like for you - but I’m forever grateful for this#wonderful thing you’ve created out of just the pure love for the characters and for hockey#I went into this thinking ‘hey what a lovely bedtime story’#and I’m heading to its end forever changed and impacted by it for the better#so thank you badger - see you when I read the next chap
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