#this is also pretty dialogue heavy cause i like doing dialogue but sometimes i do too much. er

[slightlyunconventional]

long overdue second dbhwks fic (2.8k)

SLAVED AWAY at this for days (i didnt. i could have done it in one but i procrastinated so much it’s unbelievable. but heres some food) quite happy w how it came out too if i do say so myself,, hope u enjoy!! 🫶

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“Sorry I’m late.” Dabi. He’s picked the damn lock again. 

“Oh my god, do you seriously not know how to knock?” Hawks calls back, practically skipping into the living room. 

“Don’t wanna stand around outside your door like a creep, thanks,” deadpans the villain. Hawks rolls his eyes.

“You look like more of a creep picking the lock, but sure. Come here.”

He takes Dabi by the hand and leads him toward the couch. His fingers are warm, like usual. God, has Hawks missed that. Between hero work, villainy, and conflicting schedules they’d barely had time to see each other and, man, was it miserable. It takes everything in him not to bowl Dabi over with an absolutely suffocating embrace - it’d probably kill the man. 

Dabi raises his eyebrows. “You cleaned?” 

Hawks had expected Dabi to notice, but not point it out, so he’s a little caught off guard by the halfway-question. “Oh, yeah,” he says, a fraction sheepishly, “Is it too much?”

“Mm, no, looks good,” Dabi smirks, “Makes a nice change from all the crap you’ve usually got lying around.” Hawks hits him playfully and he laughs, clear and smooth, not at all like the peals brimming with malice he’d usually hear from Dabi.

“Uuugh, I hate you, leave me alone,” he complains. When Dabi’s eyebrows raise again, Hawks pulls a face and adds, “I’m a busy man! I don’t have time to clean!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m flattered.”

He sits Dabi down on the couch, maybe a little too eagerly, and comes down to straddle the taller man’s lap. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, before pressing his lips to Dabi’s with an urgency that only comes from being deprived of seeing one’s lover for far too long. Dabi loosens underneath Hawks and they quickly fall into a long practised pattern, all pretences dropped for this moment of touch-starved tenderness. Nothing exists outside of this room, everything is so warm, and Hawks melts even more when he feels Dabi smile against his lips.

“Seems like someone missed me,” murmurs the villain, voice sleek and low. The response is simply a hand laced through the dyed-black hair at the back of Dabi’s head, taking hold of him and pulling him closer with nothing short of absolute need. In turn, Dabi’s hands find the small of Hawks’ back, and heat begins to pool in his stomach as they slowly threaten to sneak closer to the bases of his wings. And his lips are warm, so warm, and he always seems to know exactly what to do with them to make Hawks collapse like putty in his hands. For a crazed villain who incinerates shit for fun, Dabi’s a fucking good kisser. 

…And a tease, apparently! Hawks knows that Dabi knows how badly he wants this, and how long he’s been waiting - yet he still seems to be taking his sweet time. He can feel the villain absently tracing circles into his back, with the same pace as his mouth is working against Hawks’. The little shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing; well, two can play at that game. Hawks takes it as a challenge, takes Dabi’s scarred face between his hands, and takes control. He presses closer, kissing the man with some previously unseen vigour, practically forcing him to match the increased pace. A little wave of triumph passes through Hawks as he hears Dabi’s breath catch in the back of his throat, nearly silent, but they’re close enough that nothing can really go unheard. Feeling like he’s succeeded, Hawks goes to indulge further, perhaps elicit some more reactions like that, when he feels Dabi’s hand leave his back. Before he can register it properly, the hand is upon his chest, pushing with some insistence. Hawks pulls away, panicked.

“Oh, shit, fuck, sorry, was that too much?”

The arm Dabi has outstretched towards Hawks’ chest slackens slightly, as do his facial features. He doesn’t reply, but rather his lips part and his eyes glaze over, forming an expression so laced with vulnerability that Hawks is almost taken aback - though, he can’t dwell on the display for long, as he’s quickly instead watching Dabi bring his other hand, curled tightly into a fist, up to his own face and press it most firmly to the underside of his nose. His chest rises once with an inhale not unlike before, only this time a little louder and deeper, and he ducks forward slightly with two slightly-awkwardly stifled sneezes.

“hhahh-! ..hh’nGXT! kxNTsh! Ugh, fuck.”

“Oh!” Hawks says, a little surprised, “Bless you.” A part of him wants to chide the villain for holding it in like that, but he refrains, knowing full well he himself would stifle exactly the same.

Dabi hums in lieu of a thanks, and Hawks returns his hand to his boyfriend’s face and leans back in.

“Can I go back to kissing you now?” he murmurs.

Dabi rolls his eyes but drapes his arms lazily over Hawks’ shoulders, an invitation, yes, you can go back to kissing me now. Their lips interlock once again, picking up where they left off, with Hawks feeling absolutely on top of the world from the fact that he’s doing the work here, he’s the one kissing Dabi, not the other way around. He’s never been opposed to Dabi taking control, in fact he loves being ravaged by the man, but sue him, sometimes it feels good to be the one doing the ravaging. However, his elation at this seems to be poorly concealed, or perhaps Dabi just wants to knock him down a peg, because Hawks feels teeth closing on his bottom lip. Not so hard that it hurts, but just enough to tease an audible gasp from him as he tenses up on Dabi’s lap. He’s fairly certain he’s never needed someone all over him so badly until this point. Clearly it shows, too, since Dabi insists on being such a menace and playing the long game with him. Well, Hawks decides that’s not going to fly; he presses in closer, almost entirely closing the gap between them and slides his other hand behind Dabi’s head, not-so-subtly tugging him closer and kissing him harder, once more regaining the upper hand. He takes to gently thumbing back and forth against the base of Dabi’s neck, to which the man lets out, involuntarily, a little noise of satisfaction, finally accepting submission. Hawks is almost tempted to bite Dabi back, but maybe that’d be pushing his luck. Besides, this side of Dabi - soft, pliant, accepting - is one he rarely sees, and he’s kind of into it. It’s a good look on the villain. 

Before long, however, their rhythm is broken once again. One of the arms laying around Hawks’ neck begins to move, and the hand meets his shoulder. Hawks has a sneaking feeling he knows what’s coming (for the second time), as Dabi’s hand pushes against his shoulder - slowly, though, as if he’s really trying to prolong the inevitable. It really doesn’t seem like he wants to pull away, so Hawks does it for him, gently separates their faces, strangely endeared by Dabi’s reluctance - and it seems he did so at exactly the right moment. Being so close to him, Hawks can easily see the way his face immediately crumples, eyes flickering shut and lips parting with an inhale that sounded as though it had been waiting to be drawn for… a while. In a split second, he’s tugging the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand with some urgency, and Hawks catches the flare of his nostrils right before he pinches his nose, clamping the thick black fabric over the bottom half of his face. There’s hardly six inches between the two of them, so Dabi twists awkwardly to the side with a set of cruelly stifled sneezes.

“hh’GKTtch! ‘KXXSHh! Ugh, god– h-hahH’KGXt’sh!”

They sound harsher this time around, harder to stifle, probably.

“Bless,” says Hawks, “You okay?”

“Mm… yeah, just something really… stings,” Dabi replies. He’s knuckling the side of his nose with some force.

“You’re, uh, not getting sick are you?” Hawks asks, unable to conceal the tinge of nervousness that seeps into his tone. As much as he loves the man, he’s got some long days on patrol coming up soon, and a cold from Dabi would severely compromise him.

Dabi raises an eyebrow. “I’m not that much of an asshole, Kei.”

“Right-! Yeah, no, of course not. Sorry, I didn’t really think there.” Hawks grimaces internally at himself, and Dabi shakes his head.

“Ugh, Jesus, hold on–” He turns away again, breath wavering, “hehh’nGXKt!” A shaky exhale escapes from him as he releases his nose.

“So, what’s got you all worked up, then?” asks Hawks, teasing.

Dabi half-sighs, half-groans, and replies, “Don’t know, but I wish it would fucking stop.” As if for emphasis, the sentence is punctuated with an irritated-sounding sniffle.

“Well, it probably would if you stopped stifling like that,” Hawks says pointedly. That earns him a hazy blue-eyed glare… that doesn’t last long, since Dabi’s squinting again, and his mouth curls up into the beginnings of something akin to a snarl. Hawks smirks as he ducks into the crook of his sweater-clad elbow to muffle yet another sneeze.

“hehH’DSHHh’uh! What the fuck?”

At least he didn’t stifle it.

Hawks hums. “Bless you.” He sends a feather to retrieve a box of tissues, then decides the villain probably also needs some space, so he manoeuvres himself gracelessly off Dabi’s lap to sit beside him on the couch. 

“Very elegant,” Dabi remarks.

“Ugh, shut up,” he replies, elbowing Dabi in the ribs. The laugh this elicits almost straight away rises into a staggered gasp, that itself turns into a pair of hastily covered sneezes.

“hhahH’KXXTshuh! hh’huuhh’DZSHHhue!”

“Jeez, bless you.”

Dabi sniffles thickly. “Yeah.”

Hawks’ feather zips back into the room and drops a box of tissues into Dabi’s lap - the thicker, softer ones that the hero always insists on buying despite them being double the price of regular ones. 

“Sounds like they’re getting stronger,” Hawks observes, a note of concern in his tone, but then adds, more teasingly, “Not allergic to me, are you?”

Dabi scoffs and tugs a couple of tissues from the box. “I wish,” he says, scrubbing at his nose. “Then I’d actually have an excuse to avoid your annoying ass.”

“Wow, okay, that was so uncalled for. Just say you hate me at that point.”

It’s Dabi’s turn to elbow Hawks back. He probably deserves it. 

 “Ow, bitch,” he says in mock offence. 

“You’re the bitch,” comes the reply, from behind a handful of tissues (which are then promptly screwed up and tossed, flying in a neat arc, straight into the trash on the other side of the room). 

“Whatever, bitch. Are you done sneezing yet? This couch isn’t as comfy as your thighs-”

“Ugh, shut up, you are so weird,” Dabi interjects in fond disgust. 

“Oh my god, what if you’re allergic to my apartment being clean? Then I never have to clean ever again, hah!”

Dabi gives him a look. “You say that as a joke, but honestly, you migh-might be right…hh.. hehH’KXNTtsh’uh!”

Dabi’s expression falls midway through his sentence, brows drawing together and eyes narrowing as he gives into another sneeze, hastily half-stifled against the back of his hand.

“Seriously,” Hawks deadpans, eyebrows raised. That’s new, he thinks.

“Well, unless you’ve suddenly acquired a pet cat - which I doubt - then yeah, seriously,” says the villain flatly, though with a note of congestion starting to creep into his voice. “Last I checked, your place didn’t reek of fuckin’ –all of spring and then some.” 

Hawks suddenly remembers the air freshener he’d used–the only one he had, some floral one found right at the back of a cupboard, unused for entirely too long. He hadn’t had a clue what clean apartments were supposed to smell of, so he’d sort of just… went ham with it. Definitely a mistake.

“Don’t slander my choice in scents,” he teases, “Are you sure it’s… that?”

“Nothing else changed ‘round here, has it?” Dabi pauses to give his nose a brief rub. “I’m here practically every week and I’ve been fine, so, you tell me.”

Hawks will never not poke the bear when he’s got the opportunity, so he says, “So this does mean I never have to clean the place ever again, right?”

Dabi’s mouth falls open as he feigns offence. He says, dramatically, “Wow. That’s all you have to say? When I could literally die right now in front of you? I’m.. hah- I’m-”

Hawks snickers. “Bless you,” he sing-songs prematurely, utterly pleased with himself. It’s almost cute, the attempted glare Dabi gives him through his glazed over expression. Nobody can look menacing in the slightest when they’re trying not to sneeze (and that’s a fact!).

“Sh-shut uhhhp..” replies Dabi, his voice quavering. He lifts a hand slowly, bringing it to hover weakly before his face. His breathing is unsteady and his eyes half-lidded, and the crease between his dark brows deepens.

“Okay, point proven, idiot,” Hawks says with a laugh, “Just sneeze, this is torture even for me.”

The hazy glare returns, and Hawks clocks it. 

“Oh!” he laughs, giving Dabi a slightly bewildered smile. “Oh my god, I jinxed it. You deserve that ‘cause you’re mean to me.”

“I hahh-hate you-” Dabi responds breathily. He rubs at the side of his nose with two knuckles, pressing decently harder than is probably necessary. The bridge crinkles in irritation when the rubbing clearly has no effect. “Jesus, it won’t go away.”

“Mm, what a shame.”

There goes a third bleary glare from the villain. “I’d like to remind you wh-whose fault thhihhs.. was in the first place,” he says. Any malice intended to be behind his utterance is immediately negated by his breath catching and wavering through the words. Though, at a point, Hawks begins to feel a little… voyeuristic just watching Dabi struggle. Sure, he’s his boyfriend and all, and yeah, he’s definitely seen worse, but it’s easy to tell Dabi’s getting a little self-conscious about this… spectacle. He’s never been a fan of having things out of his control, especially not displays of vulnerability like this, and Hawks knows this, so why prolong it?

“Well, I guess there’s only one thing for it,” he says, taking matters into his own hands. 

“Fuck off- what–” Dabi gets out, as Hawks takes his face between his hands and begins to press kisses softly down the bridge of his nose. Hawks doesn’t let him twist away from it, trying not to laugh to himself about how dumb this probably looks. At least one of them is having fun. He considers pulling away with a “Gonna sneeze yet?”, but refrains - he’d probably end up on fire. He does, however, pause for a moment when he reaches Dabi’s trio of silver nose studs, hovering. There’ve been feathery, wavering breaths coming from his boyfriend consistently but, nothing has come to fruition, so Hawks decides–those piercings have always been sensitive, a fact he’d discovered about Dabi rather early on (and maybe, possibly sometimes used to be a menace). He plants a final, delicate kiss right upon where the three studs lie, and finally lets Dabi pull away.

“Oh, oh, fuck– s-screw you–hh’ehH’IIDTSSHh’uh! ‘kXXTS’SHhue! …Christ, you’re such an ass.” The pair of sneezes that result are harsh to say the very least. And even after all that, he still tries stifling the second– unsurprising, but at that point is it even worth it?

 “Sorry! I had to!” Hawks says, really trying to look like he isn’t laughing. It doesn’t work.

“You absolutely did not have to,” corrects Dabi. 

“Okaaay, okay, sorry. It was funny though.”

“Yeah, for you, maybe,” Dabi mutters, shaking his head, “Oh, fuck’s sake, hold on–”

“I’ll wait till you’re done to say bless you, this time,” says Hawks with a fond snicker. 

“Good plah-an–! hhuh’hHDSHH’SHuh! …Ugh, fuck.”

“Bless,” Hawks replies. He averts his eyes, a little sheepishly. Dabi pulls a face.

He asks, “What the fuck’s with the guilty face?” to which Hawks throws his head back with a groan and slides his hands across his face.

“I just wanted to do something nice,” he says, “You know, clean the place up a bit. Since it’s always kind of a massive mess.”

“Jesus, Kei, I don’t care about that,” says Dabi, breathing a laugh. “It’s you I’m here for, not your fuckin’ apartment. I can kiss you whether or not there’s crap on every surface.”

Hawks isn’t used to Dabi outright saying nice things, so his cheeks flush slightly hearing this. He’s unsure what to say. Thankfully, Dabi speaks again.

“Okay. Where didn’t you spray that shit?”

Hawks scoffs. “I sort of went crazy with it, uh… my bedroom? If that works?”

“Very forward,” Dabi replies, raising his eyebrows. “Almost like you wanted me in there.”

Hawks jabs him in the ribs but still smirks. “Yeah, maybe I did.”

[devotion-disorder]

it ok yall i caved and bought the game moments after i made my last post and im living out my blissful love life now

this screenshot out of context is taking me out lol hes like you are.🫵 dumbass?😄 you🫵 illiterate🫵😄

Ive got through most of the game and boy i have some THOUGHTS... spoilers under the cut!!

I didn't expect to like the game so much cause im not actually that much of a horror fan (<- squeamish) , and like i said in the last post I wasn't sure how fun a game all about decrypting the dialogue will be (<- dumbass). But in the end I think the game mechanics is exactly the source of all the charm!! And come to think of it, it's a very unique mechanic too. The word-guessing makes the game exciting and scary (and sometimes is the key to avoiding certain death), but there's also just something about overcoming "broken" language to express your thoughts that is inherently really sweet to me. Maybe this is a wild comparison but its like that greentext thats like "bad times friend ahead...i go away but we are two of soul, i will return".

The game is also just pretty player-friendly, and the characters are all (well, mostly) really chill, so it wasnt very hard to guess most of the words too. But i will say that sometimes, you can kind of tell the nuance of the language-translation makes more sense as Japanese, so maybe that gave me a slight edge.

After playing the demo I thought this would be a really short game (like around 2-3 hrs), but I clocked in a solid 6 hours today LOL...and im still missing a few endings. Big spoiler but when MC "kills" Mr. crawling it genuinely upset me like GIRL WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL..........😭😭😭 but thank god he was fine :DD the scene where he shut himself in a closet crying because he thought the MC abandoned him 😭😭😭😭 IM SORRYYY but also like omg...😭😭😭😭 he ouppy............😭😭😭😭

ouppy 🥹🥹🥹🥹🫳🫳🫳🫳🫳👐👐👐👐😭😭😭😭😭😭

But in contrast to those heavy moments there are also points where i think the game doesn't take itself very seriously LOL so by like 3 hours in it just kind of became a really chill game :)) I love how the MC is just so ridiculously forward being like "Do you have a crush on me or something 🥺👉👈" and most of them were just like "whats that lmfao"

[tangledinink]

I love your style and how you utilize halftones and textures and colours. It’s just so tasty! I’m curious if you’d be willing to show a bit of your process on how a comic page comes together?

Ah, thank you! ; w ; And sure, I can try, at least! Usually I start with some kind of a script. Sometimes it's a bit more detailed, like this:

... And other times they look more like this.

It just depends on my mood! But either way, I typically have a pretty good idea in my mind's eye of what the comic is generally going to look like. Once I know what I'm making, I do all the rough sketch pages.

... And then I line it!. For Gemini, I go for a dark blue rather than black 'cause I like the way it feels, and it lends to the overall 'papery' vibe. I usually lay down a grid pattern at this stage, which helps a lot with keeping panels and dialogue straight, and with perspective. I always do the gutters and the words first, then the figures and backgrounds. I been leaning a lot into really heavy shadows recently-- one of my professors in college told me once that a black-and-white comic page should be about 50% black and 50% white, and I've been trying to bring that to the table, lol.

I can ditch the grid at this point, and I put down a really light, pale-gray 'wash' on all the panels. It's a pretty subtle effect, but helps separate the panels from the 'background' of the gutters/negative space, and also just adds texture.

I lay down all the color next. Flat colors first, then a second pass over some parts to add depth/shadow, and then all the spot-colors like Leo's red stripes, light gray eyes, etc.

I use a pretty fine-grain half-tone brush for the background, and then a slightly more defined one (layer set to overlay) on the characters.

Once that's done I go back in and add highlights and such (white shine to eyes, hair, etc.) and go and add light outlines to any areas that need a little help being defined-- like Big Mama's arms and hands, for example.

And then the absolute last step is adding paper grain textures and gradient overlay over the top of everything!

(A lot of the brushes I'm using for this comic I got from True Grit Texture Supply, just by the by for anyone who's curious.)

... With Swanatello I kinda tend to just. Go for it. I (sometimes) start with a vague script and then I just draw it. 🤷🏻‍♂️ No thumbnails, no sketches, no heroes, no gods--

Just Swanatello.

[rileysluvr]

könig smutty smut!! i just wanted to write something without any plot or dialogue cause that shit is so draining sometimes.

Your arms around his neck release from their tight hold as he sets you down on the cool table so gently, a faint whine leaving your lips when they have to abandon his warm ones. Legs still wrapped around his waist from the way he was carrying you, pulling and locking him in close against you, at the very edge of the table. Hands running up the expanse of his abdomen and chest, a gleaming look in your upward-pointing eyes that beg him for what he had already vowed to you. He shakes off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor with his eyes heavily fixated on yours the entire time.

You had taken his helmet along with the hood and tossed it somewhere across the room the second he kicked the door shut behind him, so eager to see and feel him after far too long of going without. He made a promise to himself to take his time with you, even despite your pretty pleas. Equally as desperate, but he’s always been the fawning, steadfast romantic type.

His hands are at the waistband of your pants in an instant and you pull him into a feverish kiss by the collar of his shirt, causing his fingers to fumble greatly at the task. He manages eventually and as he’s standing between your legs, he takes your shoulders and pushes them back until you hit the table. You gasp at the cold material hitting the skin of your back that’s exposed due to your shirt hiking up a bit, and again when he pulls it up even further, until the very hem of it is sitting just above your tits. Entire waist exposed as well as your bra, and he’s gawking at the sight of you.

He leans over you to kiss all up and down your skin, hot breath fanning and tickling every part of you as he works his way down. He kisses behind your ear and his teeth graze the most sensitive parts of your jugular, even nipping and biting ever so slightly in some areas. His mouth is sloppy as it travels your abdomen, so rushed to consume every inch of your being but also with the want to take it slow, savor every last bit. You’re arching your back with the contact, sweet moans getting caught in your throat. He knows this was only supposed to be a quickie, but he can’t help himself.

He tugs on your pants and you help by wiggling out of them, panties going with and joining his jacket on the floor, and the chilly air really hits you this time. He sinks to his knees in front of you, sadly out of your sight, and you giggle as the tickling sensation gets dangerously close to your core. He slips his hands under your knees and pulls you even further towards him, lifting them to be hanging over his broad shoulders.

He’s placing kisses all up and down the inner part of your bare thighs, restraining himself from diving straight in and just barely succeeding. He wants to see you unravel before the real thing even begins, and you see it on his face, all innocent and puppy-like that hides a certain smugness he wore so well in times like this. You toss and turn, but he keeps you still.

The stubble on his face as he inches closer has your hands moving to meet the back of his big head, lazy and soft laughter filling the air along with his groans from a sight so pretty in front of him. He thinks he’ll actually die if he goes a second longer without shoving his tongue in your pussy, so he does just that. He licks a thick and hot stripe up your soaked clit and you jump in your place suddenly, surprised gasp quickly turning to pleasured, exhausted moans when he continues his endeavor in similar fashion.

You’re both so tired, but your desires couldn’t wait until after a night’s rest and refreshment, let alone to find a room better than the private medical examination station. He’ll do the heavy lifting as long as you give him what he needs, which is for you to come on his mouth at least twice before he helps himself. He knows he won’t last the moment he eases himself inside you, and he was raised a gentleman.

He laps at and kisses your pussy like a starved man, huge hands gripping your outer thighs and subconsciously increasing their strength the longer he has his face buried in your cunt. You taste sweet and somehow get sweeter each time he gets the opportunity to taste you. You’re a treat for his performance at work that day, and he’s sure he’d be long gone in the grave by now if it weren’t for the motivation. He makes sure to return the debt he thinks he owes with diligence.

His nose nudges against your clit with his feverish devouring, pulling jolts and moans after gasps from your throat. He more grinds his face on your pussy than anything, he’s just so desperate for it. Messy head has always been his favorite, whoever the receiving party may be, and he can’t help but find equal amounts of pleasure from both. The rawness of it all puts him in an entirely different headspace, all thanks to you, where he can actually hunt down his high with whimpers flowing freely from his lips and not feel abnormal for it.

His cock is excruciatingly hard and twitchy in his pants and he fears he’s going to knock out before he even gets the chance to feel your tight cunt wrapped around it. Each of your moans comes with one of his own, and the way you tense up and reach for more when you finish has him utterly smitten. He’d go as far to describe it as better than heaven, your cum on his tastebuds and the shaky sigh you breathe out as you come down from a headache-inducing high.

He doesn’t stop, though. He gives you a few seconds to catch your breath but he doesn't relent, and it’s at this point where you can no longer tell if he’s doing this for you or for himself. You jump and pull away from over-sensitivity before it soon turns to that source of euphoria you knew all too well, and you’re instantly chasing the very thing you were seconds away from labeling as too, too much.

He brings his hand up below his chin to slowly push his cold middle finger in your hot cunt, it’s thick and calloused and has both of you whining out for different reasons. You, because he’s just so damn big all around and knows exactly how you like it; Him, because the way your wet heat envelops his frozen bones so perfectly, so tightly, has his brain going entirely blank on him. That’ll be his cock soon, if you allow it. And when he thinks you’re ready for him to add another, he does just that.

His ring finger joins the other in sliding in and out of you at an excruciatingly soft pace as his mouth continues its sweet assault on your clit. He curls his fingers just right, pulling all the best noises from you like it was on command. Your abdomen gets tighter and your moans get more depraved by the second, every sense overwhelmed with how good he is. The thought of taking his cock afterwards when merely his fingers have you struggling to breathe is a presented challenge, though you were never known to be a quitter.

His tongue is rough and thick, and he’s learned over the course of your relationship on how to properly use it. Such an eager one he is, you managed to take him from a secluded boy who would barely blurt a full sentence during his off-time, to a man on his knees who wanted nothing more than to learn how to put his mouth to good use. And in little time, have you. He quickly discovered you have a thing for his voice and accent, and he would rather take the blast of a double-barreled shotgun to the naked chest than deprive you of what you enjoyed. Rare words turned to sentences and sentences turned to run-on ones of both praise and begging; he’ll go whichever way you want him to. You practically fucking own him at this point, you’ve turned him into an addict for great things.

Your fingers that are locked into his hair urgently tug and pull him in closer, like he’s just a little plaything you use to get off; it’s exactly how he wants you to treat him. Grind your pussy on his face and nose and mouth, let him use the things he kept hidden from the rest of the world to grant you pleasure. His tongue torturing your clit so sweetly sends his name and slurring swears rolling off yours like they were all you knew. His free hand caressing your thigh that’s hung over his shoulder is in stark contrast to how the immense pressure that has built up in your lower belly and all around your head.

It doesn’t take you long to spiral into your second orgasm with how sensitive you are from your last, a deadly grip on his short hair ripping a guttural whimper from his throat against your pussy. He fucking loves the pain you inflict on him, and he loves shoving his face in your cunt until he’s unable to breathe.

Your moans are shaky as you come on his tongue and fingers once more, back arching off the metal table and head pounding with the pressure being released from your belly and now all shooting off to your skull. Your eyes weren’t able to pry themselves open for one second as he ate you out, and you’re sure tears of joy would trickle to your ears if you did.

He wants to continue. He really, really wants to keep going. His tongue fights to delve itself back where it belongs on your pussy, but you stop him with a few words and a call of his name, strong hands holding his head back mere centimeters from what he wants. And he gives in so fucking easily; he could overpower you in a second and pull twice as many orgasms from you in that same amount of time, wring you impossibly dry until there’s no way you’d be making it to bed on your own. But he also sees that shiny glint in your happy, drunk eyes when you sit up a bit to see him, and your sugary begging for his cock in that dulcet voice of yours he treasures so much, is all he needs to obey.

He gently shifts your legs off his shoulders and he stands with a dizzy head, and yours as well with the cold air hitting you at once, causing a shiver to travel down your spine and trembling legs. You whine greatly with the loss of his fingers, but he assures you that you won’t have to mourn for long. Taking a moment to admire your body in front of him, both of you catching your breaths with heaving chests. Your slick and cum covers the stubble on his jaw everywhere, absolutely doused.

He’s entranced, he’s hypnotized, he’s downright madly in love with you. He’s a perfect sight, himself; there’s nothing better than seeing him all excited and weak in the knees from pleasing only you.

You sit up on your elbows and open your eyes to see his drenched jaw falling slack, sticking his flattened tongue out shyly to make contact with the pads of his long fingers that are entirely soaked in your release. He moans unabashedly at the taste; he could never get tired of it, and you watch on with hazy eyes and a slightly agape mouth of your own. It could very well be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

His eyes open and a string of spit follows as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. He then offers you his fingers, and you nod like a desperate, madwoman without ethics. He chuckles in adoration, and follows through with what you want.

The tips of his fingers graze your bottom lip, big digits easing their way past your teeth to find your tongue. He presses down on it once they do, and you feel as though your mind will cave in with how gentle he’s being on you. You wrap a hand around his wrist, cutely unable to even connect your fingers, and you force his fingers farther into your mouth.

He groans with how your hot mouth encases them and the way he can feel the vibrations of your moans as you slide your tongue and suck, efficiently cleaning him. Choice words pass his lips in that syrupy drawl of his as you tease him; just the right amount of degradation to go with his abundance of worship that has you smiling around his knuckles.

My dirty girl.

He leans down and kisses you feverishly, both of you moaning into the embrace with the bulge of his dick in his pants digging right into your overworked nerves. You taste the remnants of your cum on his lips again, the pleasure he had just given you, and he can’t help but bring his big hands up to palm and grope at your breasts through your bra.

Christ, his hands are so fucking big, and the arms leading to them, oh, so strong and masculine. It’s nothing near a rare find in a PMC such as KorTac, or any military-related base for that matter, yet he manages to wear it a hundred-times better than any other man you’ve worked with.

He’s panting when he finally pulls away and so are you, cheeks flushed and expressions flustered like nervous, spotlighted idiots with enough shots in them to smile without care. You lean back and take a deep breath, ready for whatever he’ll give.

He untucks his shirt from his belted waist, eyes never ending their admiration for your body and pleasure-drunken expression. You twist your neck to feel the cool metal against your heated face and hum when it actually works in soothing your fever, and he utterly swoons at the view. A small laugh leaves his lungs, the faintest grin on his lips as he works to unbuckle his belt with big and unsteady hands. The clanging of the metal buckle rings in your foggy ears, telling you what you can’t see, and making you smile impossibly harder.

It eventually hangs loosely, and next should be the pants, but your simple lying there and giggles have him distracted so easily. He pauses his efforts to lean down towards you and between your legs, planting a palm on the table beside your head to properly kiss you without crushing you. He just can’t keep his lips from yours.

His other hand comes to cup your jaw and caress your cheek with his thumb, and he’s sure this is the gentlest his hands have ever been in his entire life. It’s a passionate kiss, not rushed and feverish, but slow and sweet. He pulls away just an inch or two to look you in the eyes—you really must be the most beautiful woman on Earth—and you return the gaze with a big grin and quirked neck, before he’s pulling all the way up to his former, standing straight position.

He can’t be bothered to take off his shirt or pants the rest of the way. He pulls his hard cock from his boxers and sighs as the cool air surrounds it, veins and all so prominent and agitated. You don’t even have to see it for a lump to form in your throat, and shivers to run across your every limp with the heat he exudes and every noise he makes. He fists his cock a few times, smearing his pre down his shaft as if the extra slick was even necessary, and you could burst out in jealous tears right now, you want it so bad. Brain foggy beyond recognition; you settle for the short giggles high up in your throat.

He’s seriously got you drunk under him. Meaning, you wiggle your hips until he can no longer stand having his cock out and touching your skin but not sinking deep inside your needy cunt he spent all that time on his knees working for.

His leaky and swollen tip stalls at your entrance, teasing you ninety-percent unintentionally as he tries to gain his footing, test the waters on if you’ll be able to take him all, if you’re feeling alright. He never wants to hurt you; he prioritizes your comfort above all, and he’ll get right back on his knees this instant if you give him even the slightest nod that you need him to. He’ll put his mouth to work for hours before he even thinks about himself, and even then he’s not opposed to calling it a day afterwards and allowing you to sleep, satisfied and splayed out on his chest like his personal weighted blanket.

He pushes the velvety head of his cock in, and you’re already choking on your own breath, swallowing saliva. Fucking Christ, he’s so big. But you refuse to refuse him. He shushes you when you gasp and wince, and he coos to you a countless number of reassurances when you whine back; he’s so sweet on you that it’s actually tooth-rotting, sugar-high inducing.

He whines helplessly at how tight you are, squeezing and strangling his cock so fucking good it’s terribly overwhelming. Every inch of him is immense, almost too much, but you’ve learned that your body will naturally compensate for him each time. You know he’ll always take care of you; he’s fighting not to snap his hips forward, but he’s never not been a strong soldier.

He bottoms out painfully slowly and you feel unutterably stretched and full, speechless aside from a broken moan slipping from your agape mouth. He, too, groans out lustily under his breath, eyes scanning over your body and expression while yours remain closed in bliss. He wants to stay like this forever, but the explanation to the medical examiners when they come in for work the next morning would be an awkward one.

He takes a deep breath before he’s pulling out so gently, so soft and caring—conscious of his size—and repeating all the same actions over again until you’ve gotten used to him again.

The burn of the stretch has you reeling for more with the way he twitches inside you, the majority of your body gone numb but still feeling that tingling in your belly with every whine of his. Your pleasure is his and vice versa, and you need him to feel so good, so bad, after everything he’s done for you.

He’s grabbing the back of your legs again, but this time to raise them straight up and up until they’re flat against his front, toes pointed to the ceiling. You’re just so malleable like this; you always will be, for him. He cranes his neck to kiss your ankle, leaning to cover as much area as possible before turning to do the same to your other. Another fit of giggles erupts and bubbles in your throat, and you writhe under him.

A smile curls your lips and stays as he fucks you, he just feels so perfect. You’re perfect together; nothing beats how the two of you mold together so marvelously, fucking or cuddling or on the field. When you’re surrounded by dozens of soldiers you’ve never given a second thought about because your mind is so consumed by one man. He’s impossible to ignore when he’s practically burning holes in the back of your head with his eyes as you work—watching you commit the utmost violent acts to practice dummies like you were the cutest, most harmless creature on Earth as he guides you through the steps.

You’d surely be in trouble if anyone were to find out about your relationship with the Colonel. The man is too high in the chain to be discharged or suspended, too unruly and much of a valuable asset to be punished in any way. The trouble would lie within your peers, and how they would react. Anything demeaning or over the top and König would be sure to give them a far more tremendous problem of their own, though the thought terrifies you nonetheless.

But you can’t possibly think about all that, any possibility of being compromised in such a position, or an effort to conceal his or your noises right now when he’s planted so deep in your guts and fucking you so nicely.

He bites down on the knuckles of his fist to hopefully muffle some of his noises but it barely works, his other arm still wrapped around your legs pressed to his front. It’s a wonder he hasn’t made his already bruised knuckles bleed, then again, he’s only just started. You’re too faded with your previous highs and the sex to notice the way his brows are knitted together and his eyes have turned a bit glassy.

Mixes of whimpers, swears in some English and mostly German, and the various pet names he has for you leave his lungs all breathy and rapid from how good you’re making him feel, just by laying there all pretty. He tends to forget his English when he’s all fucked out, and you find it to be the most precious thing. He’s gonna come any moment, so fucking soon, he just knows it, and you’re pretty sure you’ve never wanted anything more in your lifetime.

You’re arching your back slightly from the cool metal for him and it feels impossibly good on his cock and being. He blinks a few to clear his vision and notices that all familiar bump in your belly, the one that disappears and reappears with every thrust. Every bottled up groan in his throat was pushed out at the sight. The hand he wasn’t biting fell from your leg to feel it up, heavy and rough skin contrasting your smooth exterior like a painting of love and war. He presses down on the bulge and his moan breaks into something of a cry when his fingertips dig into the pudge of your belly, pulling a more giggly moan from you. With his hips rutting into yours at a more frantic rate to chase that peak that’s been tormenting him for days, he’s still unendingly tenderhearted with how he handles your body.

Both his hands are forced to abandon their stations as he brings his arms to hug around your legs so tightly. Your ankles by his head, and the angle at which he looks down at you puffing up his cheeks a bit. He helplessly babbles and pleads to the sex filled room like a needy whore, a side of him only you ever got to see, and he’s so glad for the fact.

His vision is zeroed in on you, you’re the only thing he wants to see as he fucks his cum deep inside you. And he does just that, soon allowing his orgasm to wash over him like a fucking tsunami, and you shudder at the feeling of his thick cum pouring out and painting where there isn’t even enough space for it to be alongside his cock. Sloppy thrusts follow after they stutter and halt while fully buried for a second to come hard in your cunt, emptying that pent up release from his cock with a cracked moan.

His cock stills inside you, both of your chests heaving like you had ran consecutive marathons for the past week rather than being forced apart due to work. You feel full, and high, and happy. He’s warm and satisfied; it’s his best look, truly. He really knows how to take care of you, and he thanks you for treating him so lovingly. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

It’s all so good. It’s too fucking amazing, and is every single time.

It’s two, mutually-proclaimed perfect people, despite whatever number of self-proclaimed flaws may exist, fucking until they see galaxies with each other at the center of all of them. In fact, it’s so good that you both completely forgot your routine of keeping things quiet during these, you’d say and he agrees, well-earned endeavors. The entire concept of passersby hearing and, what only nightmares could be made of, questioning what was going on between their Colonel and fellow Sergeant, behind the closed door of the private medical examination room. It’s all dismissed, in the name of pleasure.

As if the way you’ll be stumbling out of the room, held up and leaning on his shoulder to try to find strength in your legs again despite having no injury, wouldn’t be enough of a giveaway.

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i answer your asks vol... 6?

This one made me actually consider how they balance the humours beyond just a simply "they scour it out". Because sometimes a holy beast gets 'sick' and it's not necessarily related to any sort of tissue growth, it's more often a mechanical fault and because the beast is considered to be alive, he is then therefore 'sick'. So how do we deal with this? An enginesmith will make the necessary repairs, but sometimes the sickness is related to environmental conditions. The four humours are arranged on a scale like this:

A mechanical fault associated with being too hot and dry could be something like a lack of lubrication on moving machine parts. So this would be considered the reason for a production of yellow bile (excess of yellow bile, btw, was what Pantera was diagnosed with on his last outing). Whether or not the bile is literal or more symbolic depends on the case. Anyway this was the reason Pantera is associated with fire (originally, when I was designing them all) and Leun, diametrically opposite, is associated with phlegm, water, acid, etc.

But anyway, the way to fix these imbalances in hot/cold/wet/dry is to simply reduce whichever one is excessive. In practice, keeping holy beasts maintained even when they're not out on a crusade is a full time job for an army of workers, where the atmospheric conditions need to be as neutral as possible. Too wet and you've got rust, too dry and the metal fatigues, to hot and it might warp and break, too cold and the joints won't fit properly, etc etc. Although the enginesmiths view this through a lens of The Four Humours, it's also just good practice to try to keep things balanced.

Btw while they do cure an excess of blood by bleeding the holy beast, they don't make leeches big enough :'(

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There are illustrated representations of dragons that are pretty traditionally dragony (typically a winged serpent with many tails representing the stinging tendrils). These are added to drawings and art as a catch-all symbol for a conscious and targeted Evil. The laity, which is very devout, is unlikely to associate dragons with resistance - dragons cause a lot of damage too, and those stinging barbs will kill you just from the trauma of the impalement before the venom even has a chance to (unless you just get grazed, in which case.. the venom will paralyse you. then kill you)

So active rebellions/civil wars/wars of succession have occurred many times. The subjugated Midaean nation/territory (depending on who you ask) rallies around their beloved Saint Lycaon, a wolf. Flags and signs depicting a wolf devouring a crocodile/a lion/whatever holy beast currently tops the hierarchy of the church would be more likely. Rebellion itself is rarely black and white and as neat as picking a symbol the church hates. It is more likely people would pick a symbol that they love. Outside of Midea, the Mezian empire might not be at its peak but it also has not given its own citizens and laity a reason to take up arms against it.

at the start of the story, at least

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awesome questions thank you @curious-sootball !

So the nerve cords inside the vertebrae are artificial, but they still perform the same physiological function as a real spinal column. They interface with a knight's dialogue. This produces an incredible amount of heat - this is why the spines are often exposed, even though that might be a point of vulnerability. The spinous processes in particular are very effective heat sinks.

But the tail? In most cases we don't need the tail, really. The spinal column ends at the base of the pelvis. The tail is cropped for most beasts on purpose - we don't need this thing dangling around and becoming entangled, and it has no machinery around it to act as replacement muscles so it couldn't move even if they wanted it to. Krokodilos's tail is the exception and it's just extremely heavy for not much pay off. That's a lot of additional engines we gotta maintain.

So the tail tends to be abandoned. The bones are kept of course but not mounted on the chassis where they're not needed. With no nerve cord running through them they don't run hot either so they won't disperse heat all that well.

Now for replacing bones... they don't. The bones that exist in the chassis are the bare minimum needed to perform the required functions - basic movement. They don't have ribs, they often don't have phalanges. A skull is there to complete the nerve cord - but all you need of that skull is the occipital bone. Nothing more.

If they break a leg, it might be repaired using screw and plate fixation. The bone may deign to knit together (enginesmiths swear that they don't allow tissue growth ever.. but sometimes you need some periosteum. Don't tell the bishops). But if it gets crushed? That's the holy beast done, scrap heap time. The majority of all holy beasts that have ever existed have already broken down and been decommissioned at the start of this story - we only have seven left (eight if you count krokodilos). Krokodilos is an unusual case because he is not dead, so they can't just hold a state funeral and add his heart engine block to the big hall of old hearts in the cathedral. He's sleeping.

But he's the exception. Take Saint Guinefort - dead as a doornail. He had a full funeral, his heart was put in the hall and his body was [redacted] like they do with all dead holy beasts. And then he was [redacted] and now our pal "Sir Victory" with the metal arm uses him as Nosewyse. Circle of life.

I think sidecar motorcycle is a pretty apt way of looking at him lmao. You don't wanna know how many people he's cooked.

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Hey there! So I know I've mentioned they are similar to pterosaurs but they are not related to them at all. In fact they are cetaceans :) Later art I did of them plays up the mammal traits a bit more. Check out these nipples

However it is a fact that they are not closely related to modern cetaceans - as in, they did not evolve from modern whales and dolphins, but belong to a side branch that diverged relatively early, around the same time dragons were leaving the water for the skies. That art is quite old too, from before I kind of nailed it all down, so if I drew them now I would remove the more derived traits (i.e the single blowhole, the tail flukes, etc) and tidy it up a little. They diverged from the lineage that would become modern whales before the pelvic limbs were lost. I originally depict them having the crowbar-like claws on their feet to lever skin parasites off the dragon, but i think they are more likely to not use their feet much at all, and are more likely to use their single huge beak-like tooth to do the job instead. They cannot walk on flat surfaces.

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Only insects and, specifically, winged insects :) I know it would be really cool to have various other giant arthropods but milennia ago, when they crossed into Thera for the first time, insects were the only fliers. And there is no other way to get over the mountain range quickly enough for it not to kill you. The mountain range in which the endless city sits is completely and 100% devoid of life. A journey on foot for a tiny bug would be next to impossible - they are more likely to starve or simply turn around and go back to where the food is.

The winged insects, otoh, can cross the range in a day or less, if the breeze is flowing right. And they would find plants already there in Thera - also solely wind-dispersed species from the previous time the mountains arrived and linked the world with Earth. The insects didn't really come by choice, sometimes the wind just blows the wrong way, but they definitely got lucky.

There are wingless insects in Thera today but only because they lost that trait over time (like ants or larviform female beetles). They have managed to colonise every reasonable habitat, including the sea (though the sea is not very salty) and have developed into a lot of very strange forms which might be unrecognisable to us. But a lot of them just got bigger and smarter.

This time round, in the period of time the story is set (early 1900s on earth), the mountains appeared and new animals crossed over who were not insects. Birds have become invasive in Thera, happily taking advantage of the smaller insect species who are completely unprepared for this new threat. There are also some wind-dispersed spiders hanging out now.

EDIT: oh i forgor the parasites on the flying insects that first colonised thera... yes they would have mites and horsehair worms and things of that nature

[woobly]

PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS. track_013 — infinite rizz

𓂋˚˖ PAIRING. rival band lead guitarist! sunwoo x band rhythm guitarist! fem! reader

𓂋˚˖ GENRE. social media au with some written text, rivals to lovers, band au, college au, fluff, crack, angst

𓂋˚˖ WC. 1.4k words (pretty rushed n dialogue-heavy bc im kinda lazy,, mb)

𓂋˚˖ A/N. hello i am back from hell ..... (technically not rlly bc i still have 2-3 midterms this week but soon 🤞🏼🤞🏼)

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. competing against a rapidly rising all-male band from another school at an intercollegiate music festival doesn't really sound too bad on the surface. until you see their lead guitarist—the same boy who always made sure you knew who was the better guitarist between the two of you in high school.

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Saturday afternoon finally came around, meaning you were currently hanging out with your bandmates and your practice room neighbors. You all decided to have a picnic at the park that happened to be right smack in the middle of IST and Cre.ker, the two universities that you and your friends were attending. Yes, friends—whether you consider Sunwoo a friend was still up for debate, but his other band members were definitely fun to be around.

About an hour had already passed since you and Ryujin arrived with snacks in hand. The others brought the other essentials—picnic blankets, an acoustic guitar, bluetooth speakers, and even more food. The picnic had been going pretty well, with people recognizing some of you (mostly the guys) and Jacob providing relaxing background music with his guitar. Haewon was present as well, even if she isn’t part of either band, but no one seemed to mind since she blended in almost too easily.

Just before the sun was about to set, Haewon announced that she had to leave early.

“Sorry guys, I have a gig in an hour,” she shyly admitted as she began fixing her things.

“You perform too?”

“No, I do modeling sometimes,” Half the group gasped, while the other half nodded in understanding, causing her to giggle. Once she was ready to to leave, she approached you first, crouching beside you. “Y/N, are you free tomorrow?”

You turn to her suddenly confused. “I have some errands to do in the afternoon, but otherwise, yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Do you wanna hang out with me for lunch then? There’s this restaurant I’ve always wanted to try,”

You blinked blankly at her a few times before glancing at Sunwoo who’s already been looking at the two of you. “What about Sunwoo? And Eric?”

Haewon glanced at them as well, then smiled and turned back to you. “Oh, I’ve had enough of them for now. I wanna catch up with you,”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t taken aback, but you agreed anyway.

“Great! I’ll send you the address later.” she said before bidding her final farewells to the rest of the group and walking back to her car, with Sunwoo tagging along.

“Were you ever close with her?” Ryujin, who was seated next to you and eavesdropped on your conversation with Haewon, suddenly asked, bringing you back to reality from mindlessly staring at Haewon and Sunwoo walking away.

“Um, no actually. She was always in a different class. Kinda wish she wasn’t though, maybe I could’ve gotten higher grades in groupworks,” you joked, causing Ryujin to smile and scoff.

“Do you think it’s weird?”

“What’s weird?”

“Her asking you out for lunch like that in front of everyone,”

“You don’t think I’m the type to get asked out like that?” you joked again, trying your best to sound as offended as possible.

Giving up, Ryujin sighed and said, “Never mind I asked,” and took a piece of her french fries.

Giggling, you also took one of her fries and dipped it in your cookies and cream ice cream before popping it into your mouth. “I’m kidding. I’m sure she doesn’t mean it like that. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with hanging out and reconnecting,”

“Still. If she really is asking you out, you better say no because I was already thinking about asking her out,”

“You what?” Another voice suddenly joined your conversation, a voice distinctly Sunwoo’s.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that, Mr. ‘I got infinite rizz’?”

“I do actually,”

“Oh? And why is that?” You merely chuckle as you watched them bicker and Sunwoo eventually having to admit defeat.

“Guys, can we please cut the cake now?” Hyunjae whines out of nowhere, and you slightly cringe watching the older boy act like a child.

“Wait, let’s take pictures first!”

After settling down from the quick photoshoot under the setting sun, Sangyeon and Seunghee begin passing slices of the celebratory cake they bought. As you ate your share, you noticed Sunwoo removing the berries on his slice.

“You don’t like the berries?”

“No, you can have them,”

Hesitantly, you took one of the berries he set aside on his plate. Plopping it in your mouth, you smiled and swayed a little, happy from receiving extra free food. Sunwoo watched you take his food and simply chuckled.

Borrowing (read: stealing) Jacob’s guitar, Sunwoo began to play random chords. You couldn’t help watching in awe since he was seated next to you as you continued eating your slice of cake. You kept switching from looking at his right hand that was plucking by the sound hole and his left hand that was smoothly switching positions on the fretboard. Everything about the way he handled the guitar was so serene, grasp ever gentle and fingers calm and relaxed—much different compared to how he played on stage. You didn’t realize you were watching so intently until you heard Hyunjae’s laugh suddenly boom from where he was standing.

Snapping out of your trance, you look away for a second and speak loud enough just for Sunwoo to hear.

“What song is that?”

Sunwoo hummed, as if to contemplate a seemingly simple question. “Nothing. I don’t think we’re close enough for me to tell you yet,”

“Oh? But I think I know you quite well already. You’re kinda easy to read,”

“And what might you have concluded from reading me so well?” he playfully said, finally looking up from the guitar in his hands.

You smiled, already knowing where this is going. “That you may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on someone I know,”

Sunwoo’s face goes slightly pale, and he pauses his movements, momentarily forgetting the next chord of the same pattern he’s been playing for a while. You laughed at his reaction, it was priceless, but practically confirming with the boy himself that he did in fact liked Haewon felt a little weird.

Suddenly becoming defensive, Sunwoo raises his hand in an attempt to redeem himself. “Okay, to be fair, that was high school. I don’t—”

“What?! Oh my god, this is worse than I thought,” laughing your ass off, he tried to calm you down but to no avail. When you finally caught your breath, you looked at Sunwoo and chuckled at him.

“Please tell me you wrote a song about her,”

Sunwoo looked at you with obvious defeat and lied down with his back on the picnic mat.

“Oh my god,” you chuckled again, but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh as much anymore. “Okay, I’ll stop. But not without hearing it,”

“You’ve been listening to it the entire time,”

You gasped, finally connecting the dots. But somewhere between all the putting two and two together, you remembered the serenity that had been radiating off of him earlier, and that tugged at you a little, knowing the reason behind that peacefulness.

“Got any lyrics?”

“Just one or two. I never really knew how to put it into words,”

You watched him watch the clouds move above you. He was responding to you, and yet his mind seemed to be so far away, perhaps lost among the puffs of gray that the breeze carried away.

“Play it again,”

“No, I wanna lie down,”

“Play it again,”

He sighed, sitting up and resting his hands on the guitar once again. As you paid more attention to the song, you began humming melodies and blurting out cliche lines that only a teenager with a crush would say.

As time went on, you began coming up with random lyrics about laundry and taxes, causing you both to laugh at how unserious the atmosphere had become. You were so busy busting out verses that neither of you noticed the others beginning to pack up.

“Give it up, guys. We’ve been listening to the same song for hours,”

“Y/N, let’s go home. I thought you had a project proposal due soon,” Ryujin whined as she started to feel tired.

“Shit, I forgot!” you cursed as you packed up your things as well. Sunwoo watched you leave his side and felt a little awkward just sitting there with the guitar, so he decided to help the rest pack up.

Before you knew it, everyone was already saying their goodbyes and beginning to walk back home.

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[angelanimedesaray]

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AAAH!!! HELLO!!! I always see you in my feed, I wasn't expecting you in my inbox, but I'm happy to see you here XD

Sooo, the questions. Yes. I am so sorry these are so long, I can't be short and sweet and to the point for anything, I swear, it's always just word vomit and -- I'm rambling again, let's get to it hahaha XD

🍄 A Headcanon for one of my favorite ships/Pairings. Sooooo I don't have a favorite ship/pairing, not really, for the AOT fandom, I'm just kind of vibing over here with most of them XD I'll enjoy Erwin/Levi Content one second, scroll two more posts down and oogle over a Hange/Levi, and then gasp and jealously drink in an OC/Levi art the next second while scribbling down the artist for future reference for the day I can finally afford to request some Levi and my OCs art (I have an OC in mind for every Levi x Reader Fic I've written that I imagine while I write). So it's more like a Levi x Anyone kind of headcanon:

I have always been a sucker for the thought that when Levi get's really comfortable with whoever he's with, and he's letting his guard down more and is cuddling regularly with his SO, that this is a common and favorite position:

Just, the hand running gently through his hair at the nape of his neck, arms wrapped tightly around one another, head pillowed on n their chest, it looks so comfy and warm and comforting for him and uuugggghhhhh I'm a sucker for it, it's my comfort soft thought/headcanon and I love it.

🍓 How did I get into fanfic. Soooo I was already known IRL for loving writing, mostly poetry at the time, and being a huuuuge star wars fan (I was usually the one people went to if they had a character or event question cause I KNEW MY STUFF). And a friend of mine came up to me one day at summer camp and asked for some help with a star wars fanfic she was writing since i knew character and canon/EU stuff so well, and she explained WHAT fanfic was to me, and after talking for a while we wrote it together, though we kind of parted due to creative differences/complete opposite styles, but I'd created a fanficnet profile putting the original character names from the story together with plans to post the fanfic we were writing, and I decided to just keep it and start writing my own stories, and that's how I started writing fanfic--and also how I got the penname AngelDesaray, two OCs that didn't really see the light of day. Well, Desaray got revamped into Zelina for my Star Wars fanfiction baby I still work on slowly to this day, but that's besides the point, heh.

🎲What stops me from writing more in my free time? I usually get in my own way a lot. My attention span has been really shot since college, it's hard for me to focus on one thing for a long time--it's part of why I started having multiple things going on at once, it helps me to focus if I have a video running or music playing, and three or four word documents and a social media website I can easily jump away from again open, because then there's enough going on that I oddly enough can focus (I used to get teased all the time by my parents for having my laptop open on my lap, texting someone on my phone, playing a NintendoDS Game, and watching a show all at once). Another issue is that I think I haven't 100% bounced back from my college burnout, but I really really miss my writing and stories, which puts me in this weird catch 22 where I'm just mentally tired and don't want to do anything, but i've been daydreaming of my story for literal hours and really want to get something on paper. Also sometimes I'm cursed with wanting to write plot heavy stuff but I'm in the middle of relationship building, or wanting to write action but I'm doing dialogue heavy chapters, or wanting to write relationship steamy stuff but there's a lot of plot stuff going on--etc etc. Its usually me and my attention span getting in the way, pretty much. Doesn't mean i don't want to really really bad or that I'm not thinking about it 24/7, cause I usually am, it's just hard for me to FOCUS these days once I have the white sheet in front of me.

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[lycanthrope6221]

Sucide Squad: Kill the Justice League

Character Rant

Hi there here’s my thoughts on all the current operatives in Sucide Squad: Kill the Justice League. I’ll probably do another one of these for the Joker when he releases next month

Disclaimer, I’m a artist not a writer I suck I at writing and I really just wanted to get my thoughts down and put them out there also I’m writing this a after playing the game last night and my memory isn’t 100% I might have missed some things but oh well.

Spoilers!!! mostly just for gameplay I don’t really bring up the story.

Tw: Guns and violence

Harley Quinn:

Character-Loving her dialogue right now. Her voice fits well(duh it’s Tara strong), she has funny dialogue and unhinged dialogue she doesn’t feel forced or anything. I’m happy she’s moved on from the Joker and is trying to live her best life despite the bomb planted into her skull.

Movement- I’m going to be completely honest and say I think I might need to redo the tutorial for the bat grapple gun. All I do is fall…. Beside that it’s fun to swing around and grapple to building my brain keeps defaulting to Spider-Man 2 controls lol.

Combat- I know you can equip any weapon for any character but I’m just sticking to the type of gun they started with so my Harley’s only getting SMG’s and revolvers. I like beating aliens to a bloody pulp with Harley’s bat and I love revolvers in games like there so much fun to use.

Deadshot:

Character- So far it looks like Floyd is basically the voice of reason for the team. He has prior experience to mercenary work and it shows in the way he communicates with Waller i think this is a nice detail. He brings up his daughter sometimes and I really hope he gets to see her preferably not in alien invaded metropolis.

Movement- at first I struggled with the jet pack but after a couple stressful missions I finally got used to it. I don’t really have much to say about it, it’s a jetpack. Blast off woo hoo.

Combat- My Deadshot currently has a a sniper rifle and assault rifle. I’m so happy that the sniper rifles in this game aren’t heavy snipers and don’t take 10 years to reload cause I would be so so dead. I just got my first notorious weapon and it’s Black Mask sniper rifle and the floating back skulls were a jump-scare at first but honestly it gives the gun character.

Captain Boomerang-

Character- As a Tim drake fan I apologize for what I’m about to say. He’s slowly becoming harder and harder to hate. The voice actor and writers are just doing to good of a job also shot out to the animators whoever did facial animations for this game deserves double pay. He’s a dick and he sucks but in a funny way. Like ok Boomer rang why would you put a bomb into a child’s head? Yes that child is an omega level Metahuman but still! I would push him down a flight of stairs but I would also throw him down a granola bar.

Movement- When I first saw the trailer I thought this was “just revived from darkest night and now I have powers” Boomerang but no its some speed force copy cat gauntlet I think this was a good decision. I don’t hate his traversal it’s honestly pretty fun to throw boomerangs and go fast. Gotta go fast…

Combat- I love Boomerangs melee attack I love smacking people with a boomerang. I have a sniper rifle and a shotgun equipped. Shotguns are so much fun in this and doing the quick time thingys is really fun with them 10/10 shotgun lover 4lifers.

King Shark:

Character: King shark is such a neat humanoid shark. At first I thought he was just MCU Drax the destroyer in a different font but even though they both share a lot of tropes King Sharks love for learning reminds me more of Strong from fallout. I really like his design too, we don’t see a lot of 3d humanoid sharks out there and they nailed it.

Movement: King Shark uses his claws and glowing shark powers to jump high and run fast. I can’t really tell but I think he may be the fastest character. It might just be how easy he is to use but I don’t really notice any limitations like the others/its not screaming in my face like with dead shots jetpack over heating or Harley’s bat drone having a cool down. It’s also very cool to run around as a giant shark jumping off builds and plowing through crowds of aliens.

Combat- My King Shark is currently equipped with a heavy machine gun and a shotgun. The heavy gun is fine and kinda fun to use it pairs really well with his melee. King sharks melee attack is his 2 daggers that can cut through people and launch them into the sky so you can riddle them with bullets. That’s my favorite combo and you can do that with every character but King Sharks just seems cooler.

[maxpaulll]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

I was tagged by @agentplutonium who knows I absolutely despise tag games so I'm doing this out of spite.

I will not tag anyone because I don't know who to tag and don't want to but you can feel free to use this as an excuse to do it if you want.

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

3 because I don't write often and I orphaned all my old fandom ones

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

hhhhhh uhm... 5,403 because again, I don't write often. When I do it's just a one shot cause that's all I can commit to.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Redacted Audio, and you can't prove any other fandom /lh

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm gonna rank these but I don't have enough so they all get featured, Get rekt losers.

#1 is Adventure of the Mates' Night Out. This is just a silly little one shot abt the Shaw Pack mates & Baabe being cool as heck B]

#2 is Family Gets Nicknames which is a short lil angst fic about Quinn taking Angel & Tank/Darlin' not being able to do anything about it. Technically it's unfinished but I wouldn't expect an update

#3 is The Stars Are Gone Now. It is my FAVOURITE AND YOU ALL ARE COWARDS FOR NOT LIKING IT/J. It's about Imp!Vega's death and Pet's grief. I love it more than life itself but it's pretty heavy and a lesser beloved pairing so I understand why it's not super popular.

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes, if I'm feeling silly

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Stars are gone now. Hands down. Pets stuck in Vega's room with no idea what's going on during the rebellion. The only solace they have is the lights on the ceiling which relieve them that Vega is still alive... until he's not. (family get's nickames is kinda sad too but it was written to be more panicky. I write a lot of angst because it helps me deal with my 🌟feelings🌟)

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Mates' Night Out!!! It ends with everybody being fine and Baabe being super sexy n cool but I should give a TW for mild violence, sexual harassment and swearing <3

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Not as far as I know?

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Once when I was like 15 and then never again. I'm no good at it.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

Nope <3

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No?? I wouldn't know

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope <3

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. In high school. On a twitter thread. With Pluto.

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

I will die for Imp!Vega & Pet, I would give my life for Imp!Freelancer & Vindemiator, and I will kiss Gavin & Freelancer on their sweet little heads.

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I started writing this AU about Detective!Milo & Thief!Sweetheart that never made it past planning in gdocs but I think it would be cool to finish but I don't think I'll ever get there. There's also this one Playlist plotline I made because I wanted people to be able to see what I was thinking about when I listened to the songs. Making that into a finished fic would be cool but I don't have it in me. If you wanna read it, the link is here.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I think my descriptions are my strong suit? I feel like my dialogue can be lacking but I feel good about my visualizations of scenes n stuff.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely making anything more than a one shot. I just don't have that level of commitment for something. When I write stuff it's because I'm in the moment and feeling what I'm writing. If I have to sit down and come back to it I lose my mojo.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'd feel way more comfortable doing if I or someone I knew understood/spoke the language. I don't trust google translate for that.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Listen. Wattpad was a place... where I wrote Good Omens things. BUT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

THE. STARS. ARE. GONE. NOW. IT'S MY BABY, MY BELOVED, MY POOKIE DOODLE. AND I WORKED HARD ON IT. YOU SHOULD READ IT (If you wanna) AND THEN CRY ABT IT WITH ME. Or not, I don't really care /lh

okay thats all

[mad-iska]

I'll teach you everything i know myself

Pairing: Manny Calavera x Domino Hurley

Summary: Manny can’t fight, Domino can’t help to fight for him

Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff, mention of death, light spoilers and HEAVY FEELINGS OF DOMINO...

Word Count: 2k

A/N: english is my second language, calamino is my OTP. that’s it, that’s all you need yo know. enjoy~ p.s. this is present for my lawful (don’t check it) wife @vschs. thanks, sunshine

Domino often stared at Manny. Greedily and openly. In front of everyone and in private. He blew kisses to him, winked, cunningly pulled his brows and showed his tenderness in every way known and unknown to man. He liked to watch what his lover was doing (as Manny was busy with something all the time), and insert sarcastic or not so comments on occasion to embarrass him as much as possible. But now he was looking so intently that it seems that a hole will soon form in manuel's skull. Cafe owner was just putting a new batch of alcohol on the shelves and didn't seem to be doing anything criminal. But he started to doubt it. And who wouldn't?

After putting the last bottle in it’s place, Manny turned on the heels of his pointy shoes and looked back at Hurley. Domino didn't comment on it in any way. Domino didn't event comment on anything all evening in any way. He just kept a detached silence. Even... No, _especially_ when they had problems — Domino always found some words to throw to the wind, just not to stay in uncomfortable silence (Manny eventually stole this habit from him, not that he had been much taciturn himself).

Probably, he was lost in his thoughts.

Thinking Domino is a terrible thing, and trust him, Manny had a lot of experience with every kind of Domino Hurley.

"Is something wrong?"

"I was just thinking," oh God, he really was thinking, "about that situation with Nick," Hurley chuckled strangely.

 Just a couple of hours ago Nick got punched in his smug face, hurshly, twice. Manny would have done more damage, but he wasn't in the mood to get into bigger trouble than necessary. And, perhaps, because of the fear for the safety of those who were even closer to him than Lola.

And, to his surprise, he didn't have to. Ex-tour agent's blow was not only improperly delivered, but also weak, so the expected effect of "the more a person is an arsehole, the more pleasant it is to watch him fall" did not work out. Angry Virago staggered and took several steps back to stabilize his position and grabbed aching jaw, but after a few seconds he raised eyes full of rage, starting to step towards Manny with certain intentions. The smaller skeleton already wanted to get out his scythe, as Domino grew between them.

The same Domino Hurley who "don't interfere in your affairs, ‘cause it's you who decided to chase the lady."

The one who, unfortunately for Nick, continued to box even after death. He had a heavy hand (although sometimes you can't tell by how carefully he puts his palms on Manny at any convenient and inconvenient moment).

"I think you was told to lie down. Lie the hell down, pretty boy."

So Nick lied down. He didn't even hurry to get up, just raised himself on elbows. The assailant on his fragile lawyer's life only smiled slyly, touching his cheek with an index finger, asking without words if Nick wanted to get more.

"Is it because of that girl with the camera? "

Domino snorted and rolled his eyes. He didn't even consider it necessary to answer anything, just folded arms on his chest and went behind Calavera's back, allowing to enjoy the view of the defeated enemy.

"No, just for your beautiful eyes."

 Immediately after that (apart from a small dialogue between Manuel and Virago, who finally got up), Domino suddenly became thoughtful and silent. It is unclear, however, what exactly made him

Think.

It's also unclear what he was thinking about.

So Manny carefully sighed:

"Nick is still an asshole and will get what he deserved. If not from us, then from someone else. "

"That's not what i'm talking about. I'll be honest, your fighting skills blow harder than clowns on the carnival day, Manny."

Ex-tour agent didn't even understand this sentence at first.

"...what? "

"Firstly, you never seem to understand where you were aiming," Domino began to bend his fingers, enumerating, while the expression of his interlocutor's face gradually changed from surprised to annoyed, "Secondly, it was as if you were trying to jump up during the punch. If you lift your body, the punch does not get stronger, on the contrary, you lose in the momentum. You also made this awkward rookie gesture with your hand before hitting him, if he expected a fight, then—"

"I got it, i got it," Manny finally came out of the trance, interrupting the explanations, "Are you giving me a bold hint that if you hadn't intervened, i wouldn't have been able to deal with Virago?

"Mmm, something like that, yes, " Domino chuckled, immediately covering himself from the hit, aimed directly at his skull, yes, "I'm kidding, hon, i'm kidding. Maybe it would have worked out with him, but if you suddenly have problems with someone more serious, then there will be no time for my sparkling jokes."

Manny put on his favorite unimpressed look.

"And what do you suggest? Or are jokes all you're good for?"

"I could train you."

Manuel turned his head abruptly, looking in disbelief at Domino, who, on the contrary, looked more relaxed than before. Interpreting Calavera’s emotions in his own way, Domino added:

"I'm serious. Believe it or not."

"If this is some of your games again, then i am strictly against it."

"Huh, oh no, Manny, this time i'll make you sweat only in an embrace with a punching bag. Sorry to disappoint, sugar."

"...shut up. "

***

Sports are terrible. Jogging, exercising in the morning is more or less acceptable, but "professional" and everything that came close to this term could burn in hell. He will personally make sure that each exercise is stuffed as deep as possible into inferno.

At first, everything was even interesting, although the "uniform" caused a lot of confusion and embarrassment. Domino found bright yellow shorts close to Manny’s size and a huge white t-shirt with too much cleavage reveal for any reasonable person’s taste. Boxing gloves were too big for Calavera, but this was solved by tightening them twice as hard as it was intended. The fact that they didn’t fall off was already a victory.

Manny looked not so bad.

(And that thought was a lie.)

Besides, who will see him here, looking like a wannabe restler? This is their office, where only Glottis sometimes comes in without knocking.

Hurley, standing next to him in the same t-shirt (which was sitting on him just right), and dark green pants from the suit, looked at least like a dandy compared to the future athlete.

For the start, they discussed a little theory (mainly where to hit), then practiced a comfortable stance. It's was easy. It was something Calavera could handle. However, this, of course, became a reason for Domino to get into his personal space — to raise his hand, to move his shoulder,to try to kiss him on the cheek. Damn this tactile bastard.

But then the warm-up and stretching began, at which manuel already suspected that the sport was not his cup of tea. This was only confirmed by training punches. And even the proximity of their bodies from time to time did not bother the tour agent. Because he didn't care about anything at all. He just wanted to finish this ordeal that had fallen on his crisp shoulders as soon as possible.

Manny physically couldn't sweat and it seemed to make it worse.

So, as soon as they finished, he plopped down on the bed, sprawled out in the shape of a star and tried to catch his breath. A much less soapy Domino sat down next to him, grinning and patting negligent student on the shoulder.

"If i wanted, oh... Dios mio... To die again, Domino, then i would...," Calavera swallowed heavily, feeling dryness in his mouth, "prefer to stay alive. Honestly."

His «mentor» only chuckled and, after taking a sip from his water bottle, handed it to manuel. Manny eagerly drank from the refreshing source, emitting a satisfied moan.

"I'll take note of that. But overall, not bad for a beginner," Domino said, taking a seat.

Manny sat as well, still holding the bottle, and only snorted briefly. Yeah, of course. Thanks for a compliment.

Calavera’s expression changed when Domino placed his hand on his lover’s waist, gradually decreasing the distance between them. Manny even coughed out some water, immediately putting the bottle to the side. And Hurley already leaned towards him with certain intentions.

"I... I don't know how to kiss either!" Calavera paNicked, feeling himself blush with golden light on the cheekbones, and pushed his partner's hand away, not allowing to come closer. Hurley did stop, but with the same sleazy smile on his face.

"Is that the only thing that bothers you in this situation?" he laughs.

If Domino thinks he's so smart and can manipulate a tired skeleton, then...

(at this moment, a broad hand lowered from his waist to his thigh and gently caressed it, while the eye sockets narrowed with a mischievous flame.)

-he was right.

Manuel could only mutter something indistinguishable and blush even more, trying not to look anywhere except the floor. Domino, ilipollas astuto...

He still nodded briefly, hoping that Domino wouldn't notice it at all. But after that gesture, the hand on his thigh caressed it again, and Hurley pressed to his cheek with a neat kiss.

"Then it's not a problem. I'll teach you everything i know myself," he said, pointing to his own chin with one finger, pulling lover into a more serious kiss, at which Calavera trembled, squeezing his fists and only a couple of seconds later relaxing.

Closing his eyes, manuel placed both hands on the broad shoulders, allowing himself to "learn."

Domino was experienced even in this and knew what he was doing. Otherwise, how to explain that manuel so eagerly indulged in the kiss and secretly rejoiced that, in essence, he didn't have to breathe. As they wouldn't have enough air, especially after training.

They still got separated. Domino started to sprinkling the long skull with ten short, ringing (bone on bone, after all) kisses. At the corner of his mouth, under the eye sockets, chin... Wait a minute... Kisses passed cervical vertebrae, all more and more low-lying, and finally hit the collarbone. At this point, Manny had already hugged Hurley's neck, pressing him closer and ardently trying not to make any loud sounds. And so as not to give one idiot any extra reason for pride.

He almost stumbled when his collarbone, and then his cervical vertebra, were bitten. With the last bite, Domino slowly, with pleasure, ran his tongue along light marks, receiving a stifled groan and a weak punch in the back.

Deciding that Manny had enough torture for today, Hurley got up again, returning to the usual kisses, with both hands, however, climbing under the shirt. Nothing criminal and even warm, but when will this pervert stop groping him?

Opening his eyes, Manuel saw his lover's languid gaze, to which he had already become accustomed, and blinked shyly a couple of times.

"What are you looking at?" he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, just checking for progress," this idiot then leaned towards Calavera’s non-existent ear and whispered, "You have potential, kitten."

"Okay. That's it. Get out," Manny immediately jumped out of bed, covering the lower part of his face with his hand, blushing and glowing insufferably. This... This... This is unspeakable! He just knew it would end like this.

"Аs you say. But tomorrow i'll make you do this again," Calavera turned around angrily, but only get chuckle in response, "I was talking about boxing. And what were you thinking about?" the man smirked.

One of the boxing gloves flew into Domino’s head...

[reilleclan-blog]

(SPOILERS POSSIBLY)

I recently finished disco elysium. Like a day ago? It was a pretty cool game maybe I will replay it. I don't know if I "connected" with it as much as the fandom but I definitely understand why ppl felt so attached to it. At first I didn't know shit about the game literally at all I put my points mostly into logic and encyclopedia and little bit of pain ther/hand eye later on in the game. I started to realize at the beginning that the game was a heavily literature game and sometimes I don't hate games like that I'm ngl I will skip dialogue especially at the time I'm like "I got a case to do". Um but when I went into the library at the start of the game I realized encyclopedia gave u most of the time random facts about shit that wasn't necessarily "important" I didn't mind but when prompts would come up "in the mind" sometimes logic or ency would jump in and I'd say to myself this is pretty irrelevant right now and laugh about it. It's like my own mind was distracting me which is pretty funny cause I relate irl. I definitely felt the "deepness" of the character's dreams I've recently been haunted by my dreams. And realizing I'm not just some stupid ass cop and I had some darkness so deep the dream sequences were actually "shivers" but so interesting and pretty. Sometimes I definitely felt like I didn't understand but some parts of me did and "didn't". Maybe some of it was just for aesthetics. But it fit. It definitely made me interested in replaying the game for sure but idk when I will cause again the dialogue can be pretty heavy at times replaying it I wouldn't want to miss certain stuff. Also (correct me if I'm wrong I don't mind) but I felt like when he kneels in front of the mural of that figure I think she reminded him of his wife and I picked that option just cause. But I didn't realize he saw her as this all mighty being. Until the "final boss" of the dream sequence when she's leaving him. It was pretty sad being in love with someone and still not getting over it. How vulnerable it leaves u. I felt Harry's pain but honestly when the game was ending it made me feel like "maybe things aren't so bad for me" cause we solved the case I was happy with my choices letting the blonde hair girl go. And not seeing ruby shoot herself in the fucking face. I liked that I was super inquisitive than I thought I'd be. Something as simple as taking a mug and showing it to a "semi racist" lol and figuring out he had a piece of the armor. That's something I really loved about the game no lead was untouchable or insignificant. I kinda wish I got to see what happened in the end but I guess u can infer. I felt like The union guy was using us from the start so I didn't get the 2 ppl sigs (but I got 2 random drunks) so I didn't know if still count toward the construction stuff. And honestly him thinking we'd do whatever he wanted cause I was a dumbass cop was fitting b/c as the player I didn't know who to trust, I just wanted to figure out the case and have some resources since I was bone dry in a bender I had no memory of. All in all the game was interesting as hell if u like story driven rpg. Choices matter type deal. I hated that ppl genuinely hated the blonde hair chick cause she lied. I think it's such a stretch cause yeah it was a bit of a run around she was helpful to the case.(please I'm not looking for debates) I'm just saying she had her reasons for lying. And I wasn't surprised she later on left. I wish we could've helped them more it felt nice helping them even if I helped them "escape" they weren't bad ppl. Most of the revachol ppl weren't just different. I never actually "hated" anyone in the game lol. Everybody was poor and had some attitude but not bad I liked most of the characters tbh. Kim was my nigha for sure and the fact u could actually take the jackets from those dudes was pretty funny. Uh yeah good game cool game. The fucking phasmid showing up AT THE END OF THR GAME I WAS LIKE WTF?? Lol we actually got a picture of it too. Anyways Harry yeah ur depressed now but u have a good job ur a good person and u are disco??

[the-cat-chat]

February 25, 2023

White Noise (2022)

College professor Jack Gladney and his family's comfortable suburban life is upended when a nearby chemical leak causes "The Airborne Toxic Event," releasing a noxious black cloud over the region that forces the Gladney family to evacuate.

JayBell: I was under the assumption that this movie was a comedy drama about a family facing an apocalyptic event. And it was. But I didn’t know that it was also an absurdist comedy drama. In the history of The Cat Chat, we’ve weirdly covered more than a handful of absurdist movies, mostly on accident. And we’ve learned our lesson. Absurdist movies are not for us. 

I’m never mentally prepared for absurdist movies. Usually there are so many layers, irony, symbolism, and underlying meanings. Sometimes I’m just too stupid to understand deeper implications. This movie is especially dialogue heavy. In fact, there are often multiple streams of dialogue going on at once. You’ve got to be really on your toes to catch everything.

Also, Adam Driver looked so different in this role that 30% of my brain at all times was reserved for this thought. A further 20% was focused on how many times his hands are in frame (thanks Anzie). So I was already working on 50% brain power, so my ability to understand the implications of this movie were already pretty abysmal.

But I did like the more complicated family dynamics. Also, there is one scene in this movie that was more terrifying than anything we watched for Halloween last year. Which is weird to say for family comedy-drama movie. And despite not understanding everything that was going on, as I get older, I do relate to feeling the existential fear of death. So in a way I understood, but I also didn’t.

Yes, it was an absurdist comedy, but thank god it wasn’t so absurd that I wanted to remove my eyes cough cough The Lobster.

Rating: 4/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I really have no idea what to say. I feel betrayed. Netflix really misrepresented what this was. Let me ask YOU Netflix??? Do you think when I see ADAM DRIVER as a DAD in the 80s and there’s an apocalyptic event and that might bring on a road trip that I would STOP to think- with my two brain cells that just wanna have fun on a Saturday night- that just mayyyybe it’s actually based on a CRaZY novel?? No I wouldn’t and for that I will have even more trust issues than I started with.

Do not get me wrong- sometimes there’s funny bits. Other times I feel like I’m in a fever dream or an actual nightmare and my brains going to explode. Like the kids being hectic and having five conversations going ONLY works if it’s your family and you’re tuned into the station- otherwise it made my head swim. And all the comparisons to Hitler and Elvis??? Like I saiddddd SATURDAY NIGHT!!! Pllllsss.

Overall my biggest peeve is that the whole Airborne Toxic Event and road trip wasn’t the real plot - rather it’s the mom being depressed and taking random drugs from a rando Mr. Gray and every one avoiding the concept of death through escapism. So yeah I just don’t feel like being called out like that thanks.

Rating: 2/10 Cats 🐈

[stuiie]

Hey Stuie. Hope you're well! 😊

You had mentioned in the latest chapter of 'The Color of You' about worrying on whether or not there was too much dialogue but I love the fact there's so much, because you write it so well, it flows naturally, and most importantly, it makes sense that there would be alot seeing as there's alot of emotion to sort through for everyone involved. It's a pretty heavy situation, so stands to reason everyone would be talking it out. So don't feel like you ever need to cut anything 😊

I'm also glad to see Ducky being more assertive when it comes to voicing her opinions and expressing her emotions. Although that tension after the slight argument with Wanda wasn't pleasant, it was so well written and felt almost necessary in that moment to voice her issue with Wanda and Natasha, albeit unintentionally, making her feel weaker than them because she's younger.

It's totally understandable that Wanda and Natasha want to protect her because she's so new to everything and they both love and care for her greatly. There's no question they just want the best for her.

But I also love seeing that more confident side of Ducky come out more and more, to show them that she's not weak and can stand on her own too.

Looking forward to seeing that side of her develop more, and to see how Wanda and Natasha are going to react to hearing that Ducky went off on her own and not only found where Yelena was, but decided to go and see her to talk to her after they told her to give Yelena space.

Maybe that'll cause some friction, and the concerns she raised with Wanda will continue into another conversation, to include Natasha, about Ducky not feeling like she's equal or seen as on their level because she's younger?

Whatever happens though, I’m just looking forward to reading more and seeing where things go!

Hi dear 🥰,

I'm doing well, thank you. Only a little hangover, but I'm recovering gracefully (or so I wish to believe, at least).

Oh, thank you so much for giving me some feedback on my worries. It warms my heart to know you think it's not too dialogue-heavy. It's hard sometimes to make a judgment as a writer, so it means a lot to get some feedback sometimes. 😍

Yes, I agree it's lovely to see Ducky coming out of her shell more. Her behavior wasn't the best, and I think it's all getting a bit much for her. There are always going to be insecurities at the beginning of a relationship, and it's something that will start to come to the surface, especially with the tension of what's going on.

Oh yes, there is a lot to look forward to, even for me as a writer 😅, so it makes me really excited that you are with me.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and feelings on the chapter. It's been absolutely wonderful to get a glimpse of how you experience it all.

Stay safe and happy ❤️!

[animedegens]

A few things I’ve watched so far! (A thread)

1. Red Cat Ramen: Really fun & Cute shows about cats running a ramen shop! This show seems like it’s going to be dialogue and character interaction heavy! Love the attention to detail such as the “cat hair policy”. VA cast is phenomenal. One of my faves after ep 1

Who doesn’t like Nekos?

2. My wife has no emotion: really cute artstyle! I like Mina (the robot), She’s interesting! I’d like to see them dive into how she’s able to use the internet to change like she has.

Male MC is a bit cringe at times.. he makes me feel like I’m watching a Tamer version of RAG. This has been a semi funny show so far! Def towards the bottom of my list rn!

I want to see the other characters interact with them now!

Love the OP, it’s a bop & it fits the show w/ a robotic feel

3. Days w/ My Stepsister

Pretty good 1st ep! It seems like they wanna be serious & not just do it because it’s funny or taboo. Also seems like they wanna touch on the more serious side of things & show the issues that come from 2 older teens starting to live together all of a sudden.

Both MCs seem to have their own issues with themselves. I hope they stay true to what they showed us in the 1st ep & it might accidentally be a decent rom-drama. 50% chance of anime anime-ing

4. Psuedo harem

VA Saori Hayami (Yor & Yukino) shows off that she can do any trope style in this one!

Super fun, esp since Rin is basically a one girl harem act! But she’s not the only outstanding VA! Eiji’s VA (Bakugo & Himmel) really puts on a great performance in the 1st ep too! This should be a fun romcom!

5. Senpai is an otokonoko

One thing that really stands out is their use of the simplistic chibi art style when they’re trying to be funny or drive home a point. I love it!

I’m kinda wondering how deep they’re gonna get with this one? Is it just gonna be a lighthearted romcom? Or is it gonna dive deeper into acceptance & bullying? It’s also fun to note that 2 out of the 3 MCs have both male & female Japanese VAs according to anilist!

6. Alya sometimes hides her feelings in Russian

Really cute art style & show! I like Kuze, maybe bc he stays up late watching anime & playing games. Sounds familiar lmao.

Kinda hope they don’t go too crazy with fan service tho. But I also love that he knows what she’s saying in Russian. Which makes me wonder, who is the Russian girl he used to play with? Pretty funny romcom so far!

7. Failure Frame

It’s the typical weakest class loner dude isekai…

But I do like a decent underdog story. I love seeing them prove all the egotistical bullies wrong lmao.

But, this one is gonna be hit or miss, cause the monsters so far has been noticeably bad.. so I wanna see how they handle the fighting… we shall see!

😈 I’ll have more 1st episode thoughts soon!!

[allthingsfook]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if I could get a GVF ship thingy? I’ve never done this before so sorry if I’m bad at it.

I’m in my early twenties, a May Taurus (and that’s all I know about astrology), a youngest sibling, uses she/they pronouns, and am Latina.

I’ve got medium length (down to about my shoulders) brown hair with old faded blue hair dye on the ends that refuses to leave. My eyes are hazel. I’ve got freckles. I’m 5’7” and a little chubby. I’m more top heavy than anything, if you catch my meaning.

Personality wise, I’m definitely introverted. Originally super anxious, but it’s now more of a choice to avoid people. I’m musically inclined. I sing mostly and dabble with the guitar, bass, and piano. I’m a terrible dancer though so not musically inclined in that regard. I also like writing and video games. I’m pretty neat and structured, but (hopefully) not in an annoying way. I don’t mind helping others when it comes to that.

When I’m comfortable with people, I don’t shut up. I’ve been told I’m funny. Sometimes my humor gets me in trouble in terms of pressing people’s buttons (only with friends and family, and never to someone who’s genuinely upset about it). I also like a little drinking now and then. Especially when it comes to hanging out and talking about nothing. Or everything.

And yeah. I don’t know what else to put. Thanks so much if you get to it. And even if you don’t, thanks for being you.

Hey!!! I’m glad you stumbled upon this blog and are curious about a ship! Of course I will give you one!

I ship you with 🥁🥁🥁

Danny 😊

Let me start off by saying Danny would adore your hazel eyes!!! He’s compliment them endlessly and always say, “my boring brown eyes don’t even compare!” To which you’d probably give him a hard time for even thinking that of himself. That’s the sort of relationship Danny would flourish in. One where you both stand up for each other against your own worst enemies; your inner dialogues. Danny would be so comforting toward you. Always making you feel special and loved. He’d shower you with praise and compliment, and not just to simply make you feel better but because he genuinely means it.

PS: he’d often be preoccupied with the fact that your “top heavy” 😉

In terms of personality, Danny seems to be the most obvious choice. He’s much more calm and level headed compared to the other boys, BUT is still very fun and goofy. He also seems like the person that would help your through anxious moments well. Naturally, he’d want you to come on tour with them for a couple dates or even to one show. With that comes a lot of moving parts and people to make it go round. That may cause some anxiety for you, but Danny would be great! He’d know to have a quiet safe space for you such as a dressing room or trailer. He’d speak to you so kindly and check in with you often 😊 Hopefully all the care he gives you beforehand can ensure that you enjoy the show!!

Danny would love that you are interested in music. I think a lot of people forget Danny not only plays the drums. He plays guitar, sings, and dabbles with piano, and I’m sure much more!!! I could see the both of you puttering around the house on a rainy day, finally deciding to sit down at the piano. You’d both play together, maybe not a whole masterpiece but splicing keys together and somehow making a tune of it. He’d then start softly singing to you. I could see you laying your head on his shoulder, nuzzling in whiles he serenades you.

Of all boys, Danny would like to play some video games with you. He’d be down for anything and be great as soon as he picks it up! Don’t be too quick to think you’d blow him out of the water since you play often. He seems like he’d be good at anything as soon as he picks it up.

Danny is the most reserved of all the boys, but when we are talking about the Kiszka’s they can be pretty unhinged, so it’s not like Danny is a prude. He’s just as goofy and lighthearted, just not as in your face about it. I feel like y’all would connect quickly as far as that goes. In order to be around all the guys you have to have a somewhat warped sense of humor. No need to hold back around them 🤣 I’m addition to that, those boys can knock back some drinks! Be prepared to be offered an over abundance of seltzers.

Misc. Compatibilities:

- Both in early-mid 20s.

- In my opinion, Danny wouldn’t read into astrology too much either 😂 I think astrology probably interests him on its surface, but I definitely don’t think he lives by zodiacs.

- He’s not a youngest sibling, but he is so close with Josie he definitely doesn’t have that older brother complex 😂

- Of all boys, I think Danny appreciates neatness and organization the most.

I hope you enjoyed the ship! I always like to hear what people have to say or if I ship them with their lane! I’m also going to include a Danny collage and a song from a Danny playlist!!!

[tasteleeknow]

mhmm okay yeah i get what you mean. i think any trope can be good when done right. when it’s done wrong it’s all sorts of exhausting. but lucky enough… the writers on here are super talented. i very rarely find a fic i DONT like. which says a lot cause i’m hella critical when it comes to writing (literally have to for my degree LMAO)

and gosh bestie let’s hope i can finish the nightwing!minho fic soon. it’s very angsty. and it takes a good portion of dick grayson’s experiences into consideration (which if you know him, you know he’s been through A LOT. like that man is tragedy central). and i think it’s particularly difficult bcs it’s like… full of flashbacks. and gosh that’s so hard to navigate sometimes bcs i gotta find a link between present time and the memory and establish a good flow.

i think the plot’s pretty much done. and so is the dialogue. it’s just the description now. the intro is SO HARD cause i gotta introduce the city and kshsjshsjshjshsjshsjshsjsh i have no clue how to. seriously losing every braincell i have.

i do enjoy world building though! i did quite a bit of it for my vampire series: “opposites attract”. that was fun. i think for me personally it’s like… i can describe happier situations or emotional situations with a lot of ease. but dark and gritty stuff is a lot harder for me. it’s like spider-man vs. batman. spider-man is easier for me to write personally bcs it’s a lot more lighthearted. and batman is rooted in a lot of heavy corruption and crime.

oh speaking of superhero skz…. i’ve also got a batman!chris in the works 👀 and a spider-y/n ai where she’s the hero and chris is the “damsel in distress” so to speak AHAHAHAHHAHA superhero stories are definitely uncharted territory for me so it’s taking me longer to write. fantasy stories are just so much easier.

yeah you're right. any trope can be done well or poorly. i've just read too many frustrating misunderstanding angst in my time i think fhdsj

love angst tho. for someone that writes endless softness and fluff i literally adore angst. i find it harder to write tho so it's something i have to work on. oh yeah flashbacks i can imagine being really hard to navigate. again, i feel like i really just avoid things that will make writing harder bc i'm so... baby at all this like i dunno what im doing hfdjs

vampire series 👀 i'll have to have a peak

gfhdjsk yes to both batman!chris and damsel in distress chris. yeah honestly i've never even thought of doing superman fics that's like a whole world of untapped inspo for me. fantasy is where i naturally gravitate as well.