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Hello! Fellow shark lover here, so that means i absolutely love your art! What is your favourite piece youve made of all time and what inspired you to create it if anything did? 🦈
I'm so glad you like my shark art! 🦈✨
I had to think about your question for a while, but I think my favorite piece is this one. It's part of a series of illustrations set in the same world, created during the first Sharktober in 2020.
The story depicts a little pilgrim shark exploring the ruins of his own world, where he finds wonders created by his ancestors, now forgotten.
Even though his people have lost all hope, this little one is determined to restore the image of an ancient deity, once the ruler of the ocean spirit. This divinity, however, is corrupted by a sinister shadow that consumes it as faith fades.
If I were to try to describe the meaning of this story, I would say that the little shark could represent me. He symbolizes my own journey in exploring both the reality of sharks, which are on the brink of extinction, and the fascinating aspects of their biology, ecology and role in the world - things that are ignored and in danger of being forgotten. His journey to “purify” the tarnished image of sharks reflects my attempt to recover the fascination and admiration they deserve.
However, like the little shark, I feel powerless in the face of such a great challenge. Who am I to counterbalance the negative influence that the movie Jaws had and that reverberates to this day? It only took one movie to destroy sharks’ image; could the opposite be done with the same intensity?
The fact that it seems that only this little shark still holds out hope of restoring the lost ocean, while their people live daily lives resignedly, waiting for the end, perhaps reflects something personal for me. Many times, those closest to me have discouraged me from trying to help the sharks, saying that it was “useless" or that I should "fight for a more important cause”.
Just as the little shark chose to trust his heart and leave his village, I decided to trust only myself on this lonely journey. Still, I keep trying. From ruin to ruin, the little shark persists, restoring one spark at a time to the great cosmic shark.
Perhaps, at some point along the way, when I can no longer go on, I will be able to inspire others to continue this journey. May they purify more sparks, until the full image of the sharks is restored.
Currently, I'm thinking of using the world I've created of this little pilgrim shark as some kind of “ RPG Book” of my modern sharkfolk that you know, it would probably be called “The Buried Ocean”.
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*sigh.* okay I know this post has a lot of notes so this has likely been said many times before (so sorry) but from what I can see from the picture, this is actually NOT a Spanish (Christian kingdoms of Spain) fortress! Kind of. At least not in the way described in the post. Let me explain.
Now I'm not Spanish myself, I just study this stuff, but I've spent a decent amount of time visiting places like the one in this photo (twice. I've been there.) and studying history and architecture from this period so this claim immediately threw up a bunch of red flags for me. Because uhhhh. Muslims clearly built this fortress.
And when I say "this fortress" I'm referring to the Alhambra. Yeah, this Alhambra.
Ok so basically while I can't confirm 100% this is the Alhambra because none of the angles on the digital tour or in my own photos show that specific angle (notably, the broken wall) I can say with near certainty that he's at the Alhambra. Look at the photo again:
You can see similar features in the 2nd photo (an image I captured of the Alhambra this summer!) The strange point [location 1] in the background of our picture (NOT typical of Moorish architecture) would then be part of the Palace of Carlos V (King of Spain), where we can see the architecture style is markedly different.
& don't play the fortress vs. palace game with me! While our guy above is clearly standing somewhere in the Alcazaba (fortress portion, on the right), the oldest portion of the site, we can see similar buildings below Carlos V's palace, those being the palaces of the Nasrid dynasty, the series of Muslim rulers who were defeated when Ferdinand and Isabel took Grenada in 1492, ending the reconquista and taking the Alhambra as their own seat of power.
Basically the joke here (while funny!!) Isn't accurate because his claim that the Spanish built this fortress is incorrect bc even if it wasn't the Alhambra (which it totally is) it means that the Spanish would had to have built a fortress specifically following the styles and architecture of their enemy sometime during the centuries of reconquista instead of just. taking over a muslim-built fortress and adding a few of their own bits and pieces (maybe). Which like they're known for doing.
Like there are some historically Christian-built buildings that exist in imitation of Muslim architectural styles that do exist in Spain - aka the Mudéjar art style (ex: Pedro I's Palace in the Alcázar of Sevilla for one) but you wouldn't see that with a fortress??? Idk this got long but it's a strange claim that any Christian king would have built this, especially if it is (it is) the Alhambra which is like very famously and very clearly Islamic site. Like in the palaces they have Quran verses engraved into the walls and everything. Like that's literally what it's known for?? Also the founding purpose wouldnt be to "keep the Muslims out" it would just be to keep other ppl out. Bc thats what a fortress is for. Also Muslims built it.
TLDR; the joke is funny but does not work historically with the location pictured (where it makes no sense), which was used for essentially the exact opposite purpose described in the post. So anyways love the spirit but he would have made more sense going for a "reverse reconquista" joke instead
#this got sooooo long im sorry but like. i literally study this and what hes saying makes no sense im sorry#i mean i guess its theoretically possible its some other fortress where this happened but like. dude its the alhambra clearly. hes visiting#the alhambra.#i literally guided a tour of this entire freaking complex for my university theres a 0% chance the castilians or whoever built that wall#behind him. 0%. id put more money on it being the romans over them (CLEARLY not the romans) like im sorry. no.#anyways apologies to prev and op and whoever has to see tjis bc it got long and isnt the most well explained (its late) but like. 👍#i think the joke is rlly funny but i study this stuff so likee#anyways if i got a vocab word wrong (mispelled nasrid or smth) it bc i had to google the english words for some things bc i only knew#them in spanish bc thats what i gave the tour in etc.#anyways love talking abt this kind of stuff. i have many more alhambra fun facts floating around btw#also i KNOW carlos v is technically carlos i of spain but hes carlos v of the holy roman empire and literally everyone calls him carlos v so#like shut up abt it <3 thats the guys name lets not be pedantic (hypocritical statement of me)
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Shambles
Feyd Rautha x reader
Warnings - 18+, smut, knife kink, blood kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving, squirting, penetration
Word count - 2783
a/n - request: "Hi! Your fic Bloodlust (feyd) has me in SHAMBLES. 🥵😂 I’m so in love with it!!!!" - read the rest of the request here @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascalI . I got this request about 4 months ago, but I've just been so distracted with college that, as you can see, I've taken forever to get to it. I do want to be more active on tumblr, but I'm also writing a feature length screenplay on the side. As always, tysm for the love while I've been gone and your patience, and I hope you guys enjoy :)
“Which one do you suggest, my darling?” Feyd asks you, his bare back to you.
You look over at Feyd from your place on the bed, who stands in front of his walls of weapons. His fingers ghost over a few before glancing back at you, waiting for an answer. His injury from his fight is no longer leaking on his arm, but your red handprints are still very much visible on his body.
You know he means to use one of the weapons on you, but hearing him say those words out loud made your throat dry and heat drip from your opening. You feel your walls clench around nothing at what’s to come. “For what?” you innocently ask.
Feyd doesn’t take his eyes off of the wall when he answers, “You know exactly what I mean.”
You hate the fact that this situation is turning you on, when it should be doing the exact opposite. Turning on your side, you point towards a weapon. “How about that one right there?”
Feyd turns his head to look at you, and then follows to where your finger is pointing – the smallest knife on the wall. It honestly looks kind of pathetic next to the others. He smirks to himself already knowing you would choose something like that. “Are you sure? That one’s kind of tiny, don’t you think something more commanding would be more fitting for a woman such as yourself?”
“Big things come in small packages,” you tell him, giving him a small shrug.
You know Feyd’s extremely skilled with almost any weapon in existence, and you trust him enough to know that he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, but that still doesn’t stop the fact that he’ll be putting an actual blade to your skin.
Feyd’s eyes linger on you for a second, before breathing out a small laugh and removing the tiny knife from its place on the wall. The knife is barely longer than the distance from his wrist to the tips of his fingers, but it’s still sharp and intimidating. He rotates it in his hand, watching in excitement the light catch it, before turning away from the wall.
You feel your heartbeat speed up as Feyd walks towards the bed, his strides slow on purpose as he continues to rotate the knife in his hand. Your gown is gone, but your body still feels hot. He stops right in front of the bed and looks down at you, his smirk never faltering.
Feyd lets out a small hum as his eyes travel up and down your bare body, your soaked panties being the only thing giving you some sort of coverage as they cling to your opening. You would be lying if everything pooling in your panties was from your previous orgasm.
You shift a little as he stares at you, starting to feel uncomfortable. His smirk widens as he notices your movement. He knows how much you hate his intense gaze – that is when it’s on you. You enjoy watching Feyd stare down his opponent in the arena.
“Should I clean myself up for the lady before we get started?” Feyd questions, referring to the blood stains on his bare torso.
“No,” you don’t hesitate, but watching Feyd’s expression makes you regret how eager you just sounded.
Feyd’s eyebrows raise in amusement. “Well, look at you. You’re changing, my love, and I’m enjoying every second.”
“You’re a bad influence,” you tell him, to which he nods in agreement.
He only admires you for a moment longer before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You let out a small squeal as he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you towards his face, your legs now dangling off of the edge of the bed. You push yourself up onto your elbows to keep him in view.
Feyd’s smirk seems to turn sinister as he’s now face to face with your covered cunt, his eyes mimic the shade they turn when he’s in the arena. You begin to feel like his prey. Feyd’s mouth waters at the fact that your wetness has made your panties almost transparent, allowing him to see the outline of you and your sweetness pooling at your entrance.
A gasp leaves your lips as Feyd lays the flat side of the blade on the skin of your leg, gently tracing up to your thigh and then to the edge of your panties. Goosebumps form on your skin at the feeling of the cold metal floating across you.
You watch as Feyd carefully places the blade over you through your panties, making your body slightly jump as you feel everything through the thin fabric. Your body feels as if it’s buzzing, and Feyd’s just getting started.
Feyd tears his eyes away from between your legs to look you in the eyes, giving you a questioning look as he looks for any sign of you wanting him to stop. When Feyd doesn’t see anything, he continues his movements.
Given the extreme sharpness of the tiny weapon, it only takes a small press for your panties to begin tearing. Once the fabric has been rendered useless, Feyd tosses it aside and moves his face closer to your cunt, enjoying the way your hole winks at him.
His eyes close as he breathes in your scent, a pleased sound leaving him as he smirks. Your hips jerk as he places a thumb on your clit and begins to rub tiny circles into you, before running his thumb up and down your slit. Your eyes close and your head tips back at the feeling.
“Looks like I already prepped you well,” Feyd says, mainly to himself as he watches his thumb move along your folds with satisfaction. A clicking sound forms from your wetness being spread around.
He quickly dips the tip of his thumb into your opening before pulling it back out and going back up to give attention to your clit. A small whimper leaves your lips as your back hits the bed, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Your limbs already feel weak.
You suddenly feel something stiffer and harder touch your clit. You glance down to see Feyd rubbing the tip of the knife’s handle into you. Your mouth falls open as your hips subconsciously begin to move.
Feyd then slides the handle of the knife through your folds, spreading your lubricant around the handle. He clenches his jaw as he feels himself grow hard from the sight before him and the sounds of your pants growing louder in his ears.
Once the handle seems to be coated enough, he dips it further down for it to prod at your entrance. Your hands grip the bed sheets in anticipation at what’s to come, nerves flooding your stomach as your heart continues its fast pace.
“Just do it al-,” you begin to say, but cut yourself as you feel Feyd apply more pressure and push the handle into your welcoming opening. A gasp leaves your lips at the off yet enjoyable feeling of the ridges along the handle rubbing along your inner walls. Your head falls back against the bed as Feyd pushes and pulls.
The grasp Feyd has on the actual blade is not too tight, but the blade’s edges are still digging into his palm. Feyd lips part as he watches the handle repeatedly disappear inside of you, the corners of his mouth twitching. He quickly swallows when he feels his mouth start to water in hopes to keep himself under control.
“You’re such a pleasant sight, my love,” Feyd muses. “I could look at you all day.”
But when he says this, he never takes his eyes away from you dripping opening. The grip you have on the sheets tightens as you moan at his words
“Oh my god,” you mewl, your eyes rolling towards the back of your skull.
The sound of your slick grows louder the longer Feyd continues his motions – this just turns you on more. You can feel yourself dripping onto the fabric underneath your body. Your back arches as your hips move with Feyd’s hand. Everything is so lewd and unlike anything you’ve ever done.
“Feyd-,” you breathe out, accidentally cutting yourself off with a whimper. Your body is trembling and you can already feel yourself approaching the end.
“I know, I know,” Feyd coos, finally looking up at your blissed out expression. He smirks at the way the back of your head digs into the sheets, your eyes squeezed closed with pretty noise repeatedly leaving your lips. Feyd notices your squirming becoming more evident and does everything he knows to bring you to the edge.
He suddenly pulls the handle out of your cunt and tosses it aside on the bed, your walls desperately clamping around nothing at the sudden loss. Your eyes open in confusion as you tilt your head down at him. He doesn’t give you a chance to question him before he’s shoving two long fingers inside of you.
“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” you cry as Feyd curls his fingers along your sweet spot.
Feyd places his unoccupied hand on your stomach to pin your body to your bed and to give himself more leverage to roughly finger you.
“Come on,” Feyd grunts to himself.
It doesn’t take much longer for your climax to arrive, causing every inch of your body to feel tight and loose at the same time. Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as your eyes widen and roll back.
“Fuck!” you pathetically sob out. The wet squelches of your cunt grow louder as Feyd’s fingers contine.
Your arousal comes out in spurts around his fingers – some landing along his palm and forearm while the rest pools onto the soaked sheets. Feyd tries to prolong your squirting as long as possible, his smirk never faltering as he uses more force to hold your body down. The crazed look on his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you hate the warm feeling beginning to form again in your stomach.
You squeal as you blindly bring a hand between your legs, your thighs closing around his hand. This has no effect on Feyd at all. You choke and pant as you use your shaky hands to try and crawl away from the tortuous pleasure. A deep chuckle leaves Feyd’s chest as he allows you to pull away and watches as you push yourself back to the headboard.
Your chest heaves as you stare at the ceiling to help you collect yourself. This, though, causes you to miss the wonderful view of Feyd removing your juices from his fingers with his mouth. He groans as his lips surround his fingers and his tongue savors your flavor. Your sweet taste doesn’t help the thick bulge growing in his underwear, but Feyd finds the pain pleasurable.
“What a mess you’ve made,” Feyd muses.
The thin layer of sweat covering your body contributes nothing to how deliciously filthy you feel. A constant buzz is running through your limbs and your head feels light. Your eyes catch the sight of the abandoned knife a couple inches from your body – the wetness coating the handle can be easily seen.
You’re brought out of your little daze with the feeling of large hands wrapping around your ankles.
“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already? You would think I’ve trained you better than that with the many nights we’ve shared,” Feyd’s tone is condescending as he talks, his expression smug.
Nothing comes to your mind that seems worth it to say, so you just stay silent and continue to try and catch your breath.
“Come on, my sweet, I know you have more in you,” Feyd purrs as he pulls you back down to the end of the bed.
Just as your heart rate was about to return back to normal, you feel it pick back up again at the meaning behind his words. Your legs feel limp, so it’s easy for Feyd to spread them apart and place his face between them, his eyes never leaving yours.
His warm breath tickles your sensitive opening, causing goosebumps to appear across your skin as you tremble in his hold. Feyd moves his attention to your messy folds, which take up his field of view in such a perfect way. He blows a puff of air onto your cunt and watches as your body jumps and your walls clench around nothing as your arousal continues to seep out.
You can help but let out a soft moan at the feeling.
Feyd sticks his tongue out to give you a small kitten lick before slipping his tongue back into his mouth. Your thighs go to close again, but Feyd keeps them apart with his hands. He tosses your legs over his shoulders to make sure your precious cunt is as close as possible to his face.
“Feyd, baby,” you softly whimper out as you look down at him.
“Will you let me have a taste? A powerful woman such as yourself deserves to be cleaned up,” Feyd teases as his eyes meet yours again, “Don’t you think?”
You let out a small whimper as Feyd begins to place light kisses on your trembling inner thighs. He doesn’t break eye contact as he waits for your answer.
“What do you say?” he questions, hovering his mouth over your drooling cunt.
“Yes, just do it,” you weakly breathe out.
Feyd barely lets you finish your sentence as he dives into your opening, swiping and licking up every bit of your arousal he can find. He begins to thrust his tongue in and out of your opening, making you whine. Despite your sensitivity, you buck your hips into his face, giving Feyd deeper access to you as he holds you tight against him.
Feyd groans against your folds, sending the vibrations through every nerve ending in your body. You choke on a moan as a gasp leaves your lips and your back begins to arch again. Feyd slips his tongue out to place it on your clit, wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and gently sucking before sliding back into you.
It doesn’t take long for you to be brought to the edge of your next orgasm with the way he’s messily lapping at your folds. He feels your thighs begin to shake even more and doesn’t get deterred when he feels you tighten them around his head.
Your body begins to thrash in his hold, but Feyd only tightens his hold on your body as he continues to shove his tongue in and out of you. When you feel Feyd move a hand and place his thumb on your clit, you immediately fall apart – repeatedly bucking your hips into his face as your hands scramble along the sheets to try and find something to grab ahold of.
Only when Feyd finally pulls his lips away from you is when your body relaxes in his grip. Feyd hums as he licks your juices from his lips, closing his eyes to savor the taste. You don’t get much time to calm down before Feyd is removing the rest of his clothing, situating his hips between your thighs, and letting his aching cock rest against your abdomen.
You feel yourself throb as you look down at his length on your abdomen, watching it twitch and the precum slowly leak from the tip.
“I hope you’re ready for another, darling. After all, I still haven’t had my release,” Feyd sends a fake pout your way. You want to roll your eyes at him, but you barely have energy left.
“Baby…I can’t,” you whine, and Feyd just shakes his head.
Feyd places a gentle hand against your cheek as places his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you with his arms. He moves his lips towards your ear to whisper, “You can, and you will. I believe in you.”
Your inner walls clench around nothing at his tone and the feeling of his warm breath tickling your neck. Feyd doesn’t give you a chance to say another word before lining himself up with your entrance, meeting no resistance from your soaked and welcoming opening.
The both of you share a moan as he pushes all the way in. Feyd leans his head onto your shoulder, needing a second to get control himself as he feels your tight, warm walls sucking him in. You can’t see the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull and his jaw clenches, before his hips begin to move against yours.
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Hi!
I had an idea of modernbf!Sukuna x reader where he's like the definition of male YearningTM, and yet he calls us clingy. Something romantic and fluffy( and maybe an NSFW cut it you're feeling it)
oh funnn! i got u <3
pretty girl - modern!sukuna x fem!reader
cw: fluff, nsfw(again), light bondage, degradation, size kink lol
wordcount: 963, not proofread too well
nsfw after the cut
sukuna let out a deep laugh as he grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him, his cologne overtaking your senses. "you don't have to look so sad beautiful, i'll only be gone for a week."
you've just found out sukuna has to go away on a work trip, and to say you're not upset would be a lie. it's not that the two of you were codependent, but you did love being around each other more than anything else. despite the universe working against you constantly, the two of you have made it work so far.
sukuna has to fly in and out of the city quite often due to his job, but when he's not working, he's usually always with you, catering to your every whim. he's your stereotype secret softie, his brash exterior contrasted by how far he would go for you.
"i know how clingy you are-" he starts, taking you away from reminiscing. "excuse me sir, i'm the clingy one? you're the one who can't go a week without getting me a gift just because it made you think of me," you jeer back at him playfully.
after a rough day of getting dragged through the ringer by your clients, you get home and can't help but miss sukuna's presence. you lock your door and eventually notice the scattered rose petals leading to your bedroom after taking your coat off. you hurriedly rush to the end of the trail to your bedroom.
to your surprise, there's a gift and a card on your bed. it's a slender box and it doesn't have much weight to it, so you open it cautiously, knowing sukuna was up to no good. inside of the box there's a red two-piece lingerie set with intricate lace and stockings with garters. confused on how this ended up on your bed, you open up the card that was with the box.
'for my pretty girl- s'
"do you like it?" he nervously asks, walking through your bedroom door. you can't help but jump up when you see him, rushing into his arms you kiss him fervently. "oh baby i absolutely love it!" you exclaim with a smile, "what are you doing here? i thought you wouldn't be back for a few days?"
"we finished early and mostly everyone else stayed on the beach, but i had to come home because i needed to see you." he says, kissing you back.
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the two of you are now getting ready for dinner and you decide to put on the set sukuna got you a couple of days ago. you're quick to put your dress on, making sure to not let sukuna see just yet.
"hey sweetheart, are you ready to go now?" sukuna asks as you put your shoes on. you nod and sukuna takes your hand, leading you outside to his car where yet another giftbox is waiting for you, this time it's a smaller box with black wrap and a deep red bow.
'what is this?" you ask, your hands tearing the gift wrap. sukuna smirks as you take the tie out of the box, "oh i think you know my love." you start to feel your heart race as sukuna whispers in your ear, "i can't wait to have fun with you later, my pretty girl. it's not fair i haven't been able to get you to myself since i've been back." he's right, it's not fair, and you've been teasing him since he got back, "you're in for a treat." he says as he pulls into the restaurant's parking lot.
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sukuna pulls his car into your driveway and lets you out of the car, picking you up. you wrap your legs around his waist, your underwear slightly peeking out and your hands grip his thick biceps, his heavy frame practically twice your size. in fact, the first time the two of you had sex, you could barely walk for days.
his lips meet yours in a feverish kiss, his teeth biting at your bottom lip, begging to have more of you as he gets the two of you into the door. sukuna pins you against the door as you unbutton his dress shirt hurriedly, excited to finally have him inside of you again.
sukuna places you down on the couch gently as he takes your shoes off for you, tossing them to the floor. you reach for his pants to take them off but he stops you, "not yet, pretty girl, as much as i want you, there's still something i need to do." he says, kissing you roughly as he reaches for the tie he got you, "turn around." he commands as you put your hands behind your back. he takes your hands in his, kissing the back of them before he ties your wrists together, "that's not too tight, is it?" you shake your head as he unzips your dress, allowing it to fall to the ground, "good. now get on your knees, pretty girl."
the air was tense as you hesitated, his large frame towering over you. "oh baby, you dont need to be bad. i thought you'd be a good girl." you moan as he turns you around himself and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him, "now, get on your knees. and don't make me say it again."
you finally listen and get on your knees as he unzips his pants, as he takes his long, thick cock out. you instinctively open your mouth as he gently puts his dick into your mouth, letting out a moan as you begin to suck on the tip, 'fuck, i missed you so much, y/n. look at my pretty girl. what a sweet little cockwhore."
notes: ive thought about this a lot if you can't tell. hope u enjoy xoxo
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna x reader#don't ask where he appeared from thx
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Inedible
Summary: You feel guilty when your OCD prevents you from eating the dinner James has cooked for you.
Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader
CW: OCD symptoms, food anxiety, intrusive thoughts, mentions of food poisoning.
Hey guys! This is kind of different from some other stuff I've written previously but I wanted to give it a go. I'm kind of nervous for people to read it since it's quite personal so be gentle haha.
For context, I have been experiencing symptoms of OCD for the last couple of years (quite intensely at times) and I've unfortunately been unable to receive an official diagnosis so far. However, I also deeply resonate with many people's experiences with the condition and I have always wished there would be more fanfiction and content in general which depicted these experiences. So I figured, why not give it a go myself?
This is solely based on personal experiences and I'm aware that everyone has different symptoms so it might not be 100% accurate to everyone's experience. But I hope that someone out there is able to relate to it.
Let me know what you think and if you'd like to see me write more fics that involve a reader with OCD.
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You sat at the dinner table as James bounced around the kitchen. The clattering of pots and pans could be heard as your boyfriend worked on his self-proclaimed "masterpiece".
You had had a long week at work and come Friday night, James insisted on treating you to a surprise homecooked dinner. You appreciated the gesture but James wasn't particularly well known in his friend group for his cooking capabilities and that made you slightly anxious. He insisted that he knew what he was doing, that this was his mother's old recipe and he'd helped her make it 1000 times growing up but something inside of you was still unsure. His determination to exile you from the kitchen wasn't helping matters either.
"Hey, honey, if you're going to use that cheese in the fridge, could you check the expiration date? It's been in there a little while." You called as your foot bounced up and down beneath the table.
"Don't worry, I'm not using that one," he called back. More pots and pans rattled around and you couldn't help but chuckle at the noise (and inevitable mess) he was making.
You leaned back in your chair and heaved out a heavy breath, trying to calm your nerves.
"This is so stupid," you muttered to yourself. "It's literally just dinner."
James emerged from the kitchen a few minutes, carrying two full plates and looking particularly pleased with himself. He placed one down on the table in front of you and took a seat opposite.
"Here you are, love. Dinner is served."
You mustered the best smile you could before glancing down at the plate in front of you. You did your best to contain your disappointment.
Chicken.
Dear god, why did it have to be chicken?
You looked up to see that James was already digging in, while a million thoughts raced through your mind.
What if he hasn't cooked it properly?
You'll get Salmonella and end up in Hospital.
If you eat this, you'll get sick and miss out on your friend's birthday party tomorrow. You've been looking forward to that for weeks!
"Is everything okay?"
James was staring up at you with those big brown eyes of his and you felt guilt begin to flood every inch of your body. He'd work so hard to make you this! He was so excited. You were letting him down by not trying it.
You nodded shortly, sending him a tight lipped smile as you picked up your knife and fork. Quickly you scooped up some of the vegetables on your plate and shoved them into your mouth.
Of course they tasted delicious.
They were sitting up against the chicken! What if they're contaminated with bacteria?
Did he remember to use different chopping boards for the meat and vegetables?
You shook your head discretely, as if in attempt to clear it of intrusive thoughts. It didn't work.
For the next 10 minutes you watched James eat while hesitantly picking at the greenery on your plate, all the while guilt gnawed at the walls of your stomach. You felt so bad that you were almost ready to cry.
At one point you picked up your knife and dug it into a piece of the chicken. You examined the slice thoroughly, shifting it on your fork to see it under the light. It looked fine. Not pink at all. Perfectly cooked.
But what if you just can't see it properly?
What if another section of it is undercooked?
You just couldn't do it. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't bring yourself to eat it. The thought only made the pit in your stomach grow deeper. James was going to be so upset.
As if on cue, the boy looked up at you, observing the anguished look on your face.
"Hey, what's going on? You've hardly touched your meal. Don't you like it?"
Your heart clenched and you felt tears burn against the back of your eyes.
"No it's not that. I'm just not very hungry tonight."
James raised a brow at you, setting his cutlery down. "Come on, love, I know that's not true. I've been listening to your stomach growl all evening. Tell me what's really going on."
You sniffled lightly, looking down at your hands which were fidgeting in your lap.
"I'm so sorry James. I feel really bad but I don't know if I can eat this."
You didn't look up at him. You couldn't bare to see the disappointment on his face. Feelings of shame and embarrassment began to join the flurry of emotions that swirled within you. You felt ridiculous. It was only a piece of chicken after all.
"Sweetheart, look at me."
You didn't know when exactly it had happened - you were too distracted with your own shame - but at some point, James had moved from his chair and was now kneeling at your side.
He lifted a gentle hand to brush away the tears that had begun to leak down your cheeks.
"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."
You sighed, a new wave of tears beginning to fall as you looked up at him. "I do want to eat it. It looks amazing but I just... I can't!"
You were getting frustrated now. You were annoyed that your stupid brain wouldn't let you do something as simple as eat the meal your boyfriend had so kindly made you.
"Y/n, it's okay. I understand, you can't help it," James comforted, pulling you towards him and engulfing you in his strong arms.
He gently rubbed your back, whispering words of reassurance into your ear as more frustrated tears fell.
After a while, you pulled away, straightening yourself up, feeling absolutely mortified by your reaction to something as simple as a meal in front of you.
James, however, seemed completely unphased.
"Why don't we put this in the fridge and order some take-away instead?"
You looked up at him with wide eyes. "But you just spent so long making this for me."
"Eh, not to worry," he reassured casually. "You're just having a bad day, lovely. I'm not going to pressure you to eat it. Besides, Sirius is coming over tomorrow. I'm sure he'll eat it. He's always keen to go through our left-overs."
You sniffled, letting out a watery chuckle.
"That's my girl," James muttered affectionately. "Now why don't you look up the menu from that Pizza place that you like down the road while I tidy up."
You nodded lovingly, watching James whistle to himself as he wandered back into the kitchen.
You let out a sigh, pulling out your phone. Thank god for James Potter.
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Thanks for the tag!
Originally, my username across everything was dr-harrington. He was my most popular OC and my favourite one at that, but after a harsh friend breakup (we're talking again btw!) I decided I needed a change of pace! I've always notoriously found it hard to find a username my whole life, going from Gayest_Gay to DemonSharde to TheBooskie1 to SepiaRam in a span of months. But I was really into Tron Uprising, and I loved the character Dyson. So I figured, fuck it, I'll name my Username after that guy and make a little joke out of it!
I absolutely cannot take credit for @lucky-dyse , though, credit for that name goes to @evecolourshock because they made that nickname in an RP thread that I really liked! So far its my favourite username, and I never would've thought of it myself. Other accounts like @dysonbradleyreblogs are my complete pseudonym Dyson Bradley, a mix of Dyson (Tron Uprising) and Alan Bradley (Tron).
One more I'd like to mention is @first-frost-fallen-snow , which is actually a direct reference to a book I attempted to write over my childhood years. The book was called The First Frost of the Fallen Snow, and I thought it was such a cool name at the time. I figured the username would be a nice nod to that, since that unfinished book was what started my OC creating and worldbuilding.
I'd like to tag @spaceandthedigitalfrontier , @evecolourshock , and @callimara ! No pressure at all, just giving an excuse to rant about usernames if you want
Tag game🎉
Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!
For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)
They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.
That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.
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First I wanted to say hello and tell you that I love your works. They really have me on the edge of my seat every time I read them.
Second. Can you imagine that Merlin, in some new alternative universe, for some reason, upon arriving in Camelot, arrives with a baby? It's all still a Merthur ending, it should be noted.
Like, we know that Merlin was already a bit of an outcast in the village for the reason that nobody knew who his father was and even more so because strange things were always happening around him.
The situation gets much worse when he finds a crying baby in the middle of a burnt tent near the village.
Will and his mother try to help him for a while, but with the visits of the evildoers to the village becoming more and more frequent, Merlin and the baby have no choice but to go to Camelot.
And so the adventures begin!
Only now Arthur wonders if they can make crowns for babies, because he is willing to marry Merlin and legally adopt the baby as his own.
And Morgana… well, she and Gwen enjoy dressing up the baby in all the clothes from her old dolls. Not to mention that she notices that by taking naps with the baby she no longer has nightmares.
The knights become, in some way or another, glorified nannies. The servants and maids must chase after a baby who never stops causing mischief in the castle.
And Merlin just wants to survive colic season and potty train his baby… and everything would be easier if there weren't a murderer or a resentful wizard trying to kill Arthur every 3 minutes.
First, thank you so much for the compliments! 🥹🤧❤️
About the concept. I love it! I don't think going to Camelot to live would be Merlin or Hunith's first option for a baby that can't control their magic at all. So I firmly believe Hunith would send Merlin with the baby there so Gaius can take them to a druid camp so they could take refuge there.
The problem is, before Gaius can do so, Merlin is made the prince's personal manservant. Merlin can't exactly deny the king and he does need the money to take care of his baby so he decides to stay to Gaius dismay. Gaius and Merlin try to keep the baby hided at first so they take turns taking care of her (in my mind is a her) in Gaius' tower in secret. It works out for some weeks but then the plague (Nimueh's Afanc) happens and Arthur searches Gaius' tower.
Arthur: (enters Merlin's room) Merlin: (running inside) Arthur, wait! Baby: (sitting on the bed, looks up at Arthur and gives a cute giggle) Arthur: (Turns to Merlin slowly) Merlin? Merlin: Yeah? 😅 Arthur: Why is there a baby in your bed? Merlin: (in panic, shouts the first thing that comes to his mind) She is mine! Arthur: ... Arthur: What? 😧 Merlin: (repeats more quietly but more firmly) She is mine. (runs to hold her up and embraces her) She is my daugther. Arthur: (thinking) But... but he is so young. (says) Where's the mother? Merlin: (with pain as he remembers the burnt tent) She passed away. Arthur: (his heart hurting for Merlin) I'm so sorry. But Gods Merlin, why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have given you so many chores if I knew... (thinking) And I almost sacked you. I almost sacked a single father with a baby in arms! (says) And why the hell are you hiding her? Merlin: I... wasn't sure if I could keep her. Arthur: Of course you can keep her! What kind of master do you think I am? Knight x: (from outside) Sire? Arthur: (shouts back) In a minute! (to Merlin) What's her name? Merlin: Brigitta. Arthur: (repeats softly and smiles) Brigitta.
From then on, Arthur doesn't give Merlin as many chores and raises his salary considerably. And then everybody else finds out about Briggitta and go "I've only met Brigitta for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself".
Some events would change, obviously, and some would remain the same but with a new perspective. I don't think Merlin would have time to make Lancelot a fake seal, for example, having to look after Brigitta and all. I can imagine Lancelot becoming Brigitta's first unnofficial babysiter, then Arthur makes it official so poor Lancelot has a salary and a place to stay in Camelot. The Poisoned Chalice episode would remain the same, except Arthur would be more in panic mode and desperate because MERLIN HAS A DAUGHTER! BRIGITTA CAN'T LOSE HER FATHER TOO!
I think it would be The Beginning of the End where Arthur and Morgana find out about Brigitta's magic and Merlin's magic. Not because they discovered her, surprisingly, but Merlin decided to tell them all the truth about her and himself after seeing how they saved Mordred. Also, since Merlin saw Brigitta's possible future in Mordred, he wants to leave Camelot too to keep her safe. Screw all what the dragon told him about destiny, his daugther comes first.
So Merlin and Brigitta are about to leave with Mordred with the druids. They are having a heartfelt goodbye with Arthur, who scorted them there, but then...
Brigitta: (cries very loudly in Merlin's arms and the earth starts shaking a bit) Merlin: I know, I know, baby, but we have to go. Brigitta: (cries more loudly and extends her little arms to Arthur) Arthur: (barely containing his tears) I'll miss you too, Biddy. But this is the best for you- Brigitta: ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (open his eyes wide) What did she just said? Brigitta: (still crying and making grabby hands at him) ATHU, ATHU, ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (tears roll down his eyes) She said my name... Merlin, she said my name! (grinning widely) Let me hold her one more time, please! Merlin: (gives Brigitta to Arthur) Druid leader: (urgently) We need to leave now! Merlin: (looking at Arthur and Brigitta tenderly and smiles) Leave, we'll stay.
I also can imagine Nimueh going after Brigitta's life instead of Hunith, and having to confront not only a very furious Merlin, but a feral protective prince.
That's how far my imagination can go. If you have any ideas of how Merlin and Arthur or other character would act in other episodes now with Brigitta in the equation, share it in the comments or reblogs. I'll be happy to read you 🥰
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HYUN-JU x TALKACTIVE!READER
pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader
author's note: this is so me.. i talk way too much so i'm lowkey just projecting myself on here. anyways, requests are open but i'm taking my time replying since i've been busy so just keep that in mind!
▸ hyun-ju is a good listener. a great one, even. she's got a big heart and soul, she's someone who is willing to listen to whatever you have to say. and she doesn't just listen, she tries to understand. which is a quality that is hard to find these days.
▸ you noticed it a bit later in your relationship. every time you talk, she listens and isn't afraid to ask questions regarding your situation or interest. she's genuinely invested in what you have to say. "oh, really? tell me more, hon."
▸ even if you just say random things or suggestions related to literally anything, she's all ears! whatever is going on in your head, every single sentence you utter, she's always nodding a long. she's probably wondering how you managed to say three sentences in a second.
▸ you tend to get very extroverted when you get comfortable. you'd ramble about anything for hours and hours, hyun-ju finds this adorable. she's definitely admiring you as you speak, your words always find a way to her heart.
▸ if you were talking about something she has no clue in, she's gonna research about it either online or in books so she could talk about it with you! even if small mistakes slip, her efforts show. and you appreciate that more than ever.
▸ "wait, you watched the movie and read the book?" — "yeah! i thought it would be nice to discuss it with you. you talked about it nonstop last week, so i figured i'd give it a look, and i must admit- you do have amazing taste."
▸ good moods mean you'd go on walks with hyun-ju and visit multiple parks at once. pointing out random birds, trees, and flower types. speaking whatever crossed your mind in specific moments.
▸ "oh look! a daisy. did you know daisies bloom in the spring like every other flower and their last bloom is in autumn? though, that's very common, um. ah! moon flowers, they only bloom one night a year." you'd giggle, "i did not know, but i do now!" hyun-ju smiles.
▸ during movies you can get very quiet. but as the movie ends, you'd ramble quicker than speed itself. "it's okay. at best. i just don't understand why the characters would do such things! i guess it is fictional, but still! does logic not exist in that universe?"
▸ same thing with books, you can read for hours in silence, but as soon as you close the book... "hyun! you must read this! not only is this one of a kind, but once you read it you can not put it down. i love it so much, it made me tear up a bit because of a character, but, um. okay, no spoilers!"
▸ hyun-ju could get really lost in your voice sometimes. you'd be talking about something silly like rocks or something, and she'd still be mesmerized. hyun-ju thinks that your voice could easily soothe her to sleep.
▸ and it's true, your voice makes her feel so safe. during conversations, she gets sudden realizations of how lucky she truly is. to be able to listen to you, in a calm setting, just the two of you.
▸ if you send her voice notes, she'd listen to it on repeat. especially when she's away or vice versa, she loves hearing your voice over and over as it gives ger comfort.
▸ "hey, hyun! i know you're really busy, and i know you only listen to my voice notes when you're done with work, so i ought to tell you about how much i love you. and how much i miss you. don't forget to tell me goodnight, or not the bed bugs might bite me."
▸ she would never think of your ongoing talks as unimportant. if you would suddenly pause and stop talking, she'd notice immediately. but hyun-ju always reassures you that it's perfectly okay.
▸ if you feel tired or off, and you just wanna be quiet for a bit, hyun-ju likes to ramble too, she does it a bit more often ever since she's met you. her voice is sleepy, her head lays near yours, your bed is cold and hyun-ju is the only source of warmth. as she traces your hands, "do you wanna know what happened earlier in the office?" you'd nod, she'd talk and only stop when you've completely fallen asleep.
▸ "and that's the end of it. goodnight, angel." she'd place a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep herself.
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A Night to Remember
Description: An unexpected encounter at a your parents party leads to an intense and passionate affair between You and an older man *Lucien Flores. ONE SHOT
⚠️ Warning ⚠️: adult readers only, oral sex(male receiving), unprotected sex, sex, dirty talk, creampie, SMUT
Pairing: You (Reader) / Lucien Flores
The air in the living room buzzed with the cheerful chatter of your parents' friends, a vibrant contrast to the desolate ache in your chest. You had just graduated from college, a momentous occasion that should have been filled with joy, but the recent breakup with Liam cast a long shadow over your triumph.
Your mom, ever the observant one, noticed the storm brewing in your eyes the moment you walked in. "Honey," she said, her voice soft, "you're here. That's all that matters." She pulled you into a warm hug, you needed that so much.
You missed your parents, their warmth, their comforting presence. You needed a moment to breathe, to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. "I think I'll step out to the garden," you announced, a slight tremor in your voice. "I need a little peace."
Your parents, understanding as always, nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. Take your time."
You retreated to the garden, the bottle of wine clutched in your hand, a silent companion in your solitude. The air was cool and fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers. You found a secluded spot beneath the old oak tree, its branches offering a dappled shade.
As you sipped the wine, the sounds of the party faded into the background. You closed your eyes, allowing the gentle breeze to caress your face.
You weren't as heartbroken as you thought you would be. Instead, a quiet anger simmered within you, directed not at Liam, but at yourself. You felt a familiar pang of self-criticism, a nagging voice whispering doubts in your ear.
* "Why did I let things go on for so long?"
* "Why didn't I listen to my gut feeling sooner?"
* "Why did I settle for less than I deserved?"
The wine, initially a comfort, now felt like a bitter reminder of wasted time and misplaced hopes. You took a long, frustrated sip, the cool liquid doing little to soothe the simmering resentment.
The voice startled you, breaking through your brooding thoughts. "Isn't that bottle a bit much for a young girl like you?"
You looked up to see Lucien Flores, one of your parents' friends, standing a few feet away. You hadn't seen him in years, maybe since you were a teenager. He looked a little older now, his hair streaked with silver, but his eyes still held the same twinkle of amusement you remembered.
You felt a blush creeping up your neck. "Oh, hello Mr. Flores," you stammered, feeling a sudden surge of awkwardness. "It's just... I needed a little something to unwind after graduation."
Mr. Flores chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound. "Understandable. Graduation is a big deal. But you know, sometimes a good walk in the garden can do wonders for the soul." He gestured towards the moon, now peeking through the branches of the oak tree. "The night is beautiful. Come, I'll join you."
As you walked, you continued to sip the wine, lost in your thoughts. Lucien, noticing your distracted air, gently inquired, "Something on your mind, dear?"
You hesitated, then confessed, "I recently broke up with my boyfriend."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Lucien said sympathetically. "Don't be too sad."
"I'm not sad," you admitted, "more... angry with myself. He said I was too cold, that I didn't give him enough attention. And honestly, I think he was right. I tend to... shut down sometimes. And I think he was just a boy. It's not the first time I've made a wrong choice in a relationship."
"Yeah," Lucien said, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "You need a real man to love you, someone who can appreciate your fire and your independence."
"Cheers to that," you said with a wry smile. "Hopefully, I'll find one."
Curious about his own romantic history, you asked, "What about you, Mr. Flores? Did you ever find love?" You handed him a bottle, he took a sip.
He paused, a wistful look in his eyes. "Never truly, no. Not the kind that makes your soul sing, anyway."
"I hope so you found your true love," you said, a genuine warmth in your voice.
Lucien smiled gently. "Thank you, dear." He then returned to your earlier comment. "You mentioned making wrong choices before. Was there another...?"
You hesitated, then confessed, "I was involved with my professor in college. He was older, and I was completely smitten. But he lied to me. He was married."
Lucien nodded thoughtfully. "Ah, older men can be... trickier. More experienced, yes, but sometimes harder to love."
"You're right," you agreed.
He seemed intrigued by your confession. "Do you...do you like older men?"
You shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eye. "I suppose I do. There's a certain... maturity I find appealing."
You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And you, Mr. Flores, you look very sexy in that shirt." You gently touched his necklace, a golden chain with a simple pendant. "I like this too."
Lucien's eyes widened slightly. "Is that the wine speaking, or do you truly mean it?"
"I'm still quite sober," you assured him, a playful smile playing on your lips.
Lucien's smile deepened, and he met your gaze. "I believe you."
"You look quite lovely in that dress yourself," Lucien remarked, his gaze lingering on you.
A playful spark ignited between you. Leaning closer, you whispered, "I'd let you fuck me."
Lucien's eyes widened slightly, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I think I might want that too," he murmured back.
Just as the air crackled with unspoken possibilities, your mother's voice cut through the moment. "Lucien, darling! Come join us for dinner!"
As you entered the dining room, Lucien subtly guided you towards a seat beside him. He looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Lust, raw and undeniable, simmered in his gaze, and you knew with a certainty that bordered on terror that he wanted you.
The dinner was a blur of forced conversation and forced smiles. You tried to engage with your parents' friends, to laugh and chat, but your attention kept snapping back to Lucien. He was a master of subtle seduction. Under the guise of casual conversation, his knee brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down your spine. Then, his hand, deceptively light, rested on your thigh, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path upwards.
You felt your cheeks burning, your heart hammering against your ribs. You desperately tried to maintain your composure, to appear unaffected, but the heat of his touch was igniting a fire within you. He continued his slow, deliberate exploration, his gaze locked with yours, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air.
Finally, the dinner concluded, a wave of relief washing over you. You were sure your parents had noticed something, but you hoped they would simply chalk it up to the wine.
You told your mom you were going to the backyard, and Lucien followed you.
He cornered you by the wall, his eyes burning with a desire that mirrored your own. His hands cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss that stole your breath away.
He pulled you closer, his hands roaming over your body, he grabbed your ass so tight and you fucking love it..
You felt the unmistakable hardness of his dick pressed against you, igniting a fire within you.
'Not here,' you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He nodded, his eyes filled with a predatory glint. Taking your hand, he led you towards the summerhouse, a secluded haven at the edge of the garden.
As you stepped inside the house, Lucien pulled you close, his lips moving gently against yours. A low moan escaped your lips as you felt his hand slip beneath your dress, tracing a path up your inner thigh.
Driven by an urgent need, you dropped to your knees, your hands fumbling with the clasp of his belt. He groaned softly, his breath catching in his throat as you freed him.
Taking him fully into your hand, you began to stroke him slowly, your tongue darting out to taste the salty skin. You moved lower, your mouth engulfing him, swirling your tongue around his length, eliciting a series of low growls from him.
The intensity of the moment washed over him leaving him breathless and wanting more.
He told you to stand up. Gently, he slipped your dress off your shoulders, then lowered it to the floor, followed by your panties.
'You look so beautiful, sweetheart,' he murmured, his eyes tracing the curves of your body.
'Hurry up,' you urged, barely able to contain your eagerness.
He lifted you onto the table, his hands strong yet gentle. Slowly, deliberately, he entered you, his movements deliberate and controlled. Then he continued more with passion and need to be deeper inside you. His kisses trailed down your neck, eliciting shivers. You clung to his shoulders, breathless.
'Fuck, you feel so good,' you whispered, your voice hoarse. 'So big.'
He groaned, his movements intensifying. 'Oh fuck, this is the best pussy I've ever had,' he growled, his words muffled against your skin.
As he reached his peak, you tightened around him, urging him on.
'Cum inside me,' you whispered, 'I'm on the pill.'
He cumms deep inside you, a wave of pleasure washing over both of you. You lay spent, gasping for breath.
'Best sex I've ever had,' you whispered, breathlessly.
He smiled, his eyes filled with a lingering intensity. 'Yes, baby, this was fucking amazing. I'm gonna need you again."
As you began to dress, he asked for your phone number. 'I'd love to see you again,' he said. 'Dinner?'
You readily agreed, unable to resist the pull of his charm. You leaned in and kissed him one more time, a lingering, sweet kiss that left you breathless.
Later, on the balcony, you offered him a cigarette. He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. 'It looks like I may have found my true love tonight,' he said, his eyes twinkling.
Your heart melted. You knew, with a certainty that surprised even you, that you had fallen for him.
The rest, as they say, is left to the imagination.
Comment if you want continuation of this story.
Thanks you for the reading ❣️
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Kalafina Anniversary Live 2025 Pamphlet HQ Scans Part 3
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Interview with Hikaru
--This will be Kalafina's first live performance in about seven years. How did you feel when you found out that the concert was going to be held?
"Various emotions were going through my mind at the same time, but to sum it up in one sentence, I felt like 'we can do this'. I was beyond happy that the three of us would be able to sing Kalafina's music again, that it was actually becoming a reality. Six years had passed, so I was excited to see what would happen if the three of us sang together again."
--How did you feel when the three of you first got together to sing during a live rehearsal?
"Along with nostalgia, it brought back memories of Kalafina's chorus work. When the three of us sing together, it just feels so right. Over the past six years, I've had the opportunity to sing with many different people while working solo, but I think there is a unique sound and energy in each song that only the three of us can create."
--What did the three of you talk about during the first rehearsal?
"We had a packed schedule for our rehearsals so we weren't able to have any particularly deep discussions. We thought, 'let's just try to get in tune with each other,' so we spent our time singing with the image of regaining the feeling of being Kalafina."
--Were you able to quickly get back into the swing of things with Kalafina?
"I immediately remembered how it felt back then. However, because we had been apart for a while, even though I was able to regain that feeling, I felt that it would take a little more time to express those feelings through my singing. Those first few rehearsals really helped me see what I needed to do from now on."
--So it was necessary to re-examine what you need to do to sing as a member of Kalafina?
"That's right. We have a renewed sense of determination to do our best. Naturally, the time and experience each of us has gained working as solo artists comes into play when we get together as a trio to sing, but beyond that, there is something unchanging about Kalafina. It may be an exaggeration to say it's almost like a chemical reaction when we come together, but I want to take on the challenge once again to see how beautiful a melody we can create as a trio."
--What do you think of Wakana and Keiko's vocal appeal?
"There are many singers in the world who can produce beautiful high notes and low notes, but these two are really special to me. Wakana has always been said to be great at expressing transience and sorrow, but what's even more impressive is that her voice is not simply delicate but also has energy and strength to it. Keiko has a deep, enveloping voice, and her charm is that you can feel so much love in her cool low notes. Also, there's a new feeling to her voice that I didn't feel during the 10 years she was with Kalafina, maybe it's because she's been doing solo work that I'm able to feel this."
--The current Kalafina probably combines the unchanging things from when you were singing as a trio, and the growth that has come with your solo activities.
"Yes, I think that everyone who comes to our live show might feel this way. But of course, it's all subjective and everyone is free to feel whatever they want so even if you feel like 'Kalafina never changes no matter how much time passes' or 'this is a completely new and mature Kalafina', we will be happy. We have had 10 years as Kalafina, and 7 years by ourselves, all of this has made us who we are today."
--Now, what do you think about the appeal of Kalafina's music?
"The songs were written to suit our voices, and I think they are unique songs that make the most of each of our individual strengths. That's why it feels lonely to sing them by myself. When I first went solo, I sang Kalafina songs during my live concert and it felt so lonely that I stopped singing them after that *laughs*. Because these songs were written for the three of us to sing, I simply want to fulfill the role of Hikaru that the songs require, and I believe that by doing so, the songs will resonate more with everyone."
--What are your thoughts about all the fans who have continued to love Kalafina for such a long time?
"So many people have supported our activities over the past 10 years, and there are so many people who have continued to listen to Kalafina's music even after that, I have nothing but gratitude for them. Kalafina is really special to me, and I think that everyone has always known this. I want to convey to everyone at the live in January, 'thank you for waiting for us all this time.'"
--Finally, please tell us your thoughts about today's pamphlet photo shoot.
"It felt like it had been so long since the three of us had been together like this, we remembered the feeling of taking group photos, the distance and subsequent intimacy we felt when we were told to 'get a little closer together' *laughs*. And we even got to talk about personal things in between takes, it really felt like we were continuing right where we had left off with no gaps in between."
#kalafina#kalafina scans#scans#my scans#kalafina reunion#kalafina anniversary live 2025#translation#my transition#my translations#that final group shot <3 <3 <3#💙🖤🤍
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What has been your favorite season of ‘The Voice’?
Favorite season of "The Voice"? The season I got to kiss Blake.
Were there any collabs that were especially magical on ��Bouquet’?
Yes, yes! This album was magical and special and a miracle. It's a pure miracle I received these songs. I was like, "What? Again? I get more?"
There was one really unexpected collaboration and that was that Blake Shelton hopped on a song called "Purple Irises." That was pretty special because, you know, everybody wants him.
The other huge collab was this producer called Scott Hendricks who is more of a country producer. But it's not a country record. It's a Gwen record.
How have your dreams grown throughout your musical journey?
The longer I get to be part of the world and try to fulfill the purpose — my purpose — of making songs, you want it more and more and more. Because it's got to be over soon. It's got to be. Once you get that love, once you got to share your life with people, it's hard to stop. The dream just keeps getting bigger in a way, and the gratitude keeps getting more as well.
What was it like seeing yourself as a Lego in Pharrell's movie?
Seeing myself as a Lego is something I never dreamed of or thought would happen in my life. There's a lot of stuff that happened that I didn't think would happen, but that was definitely a shock. Thank you, Pharrell. I couldn't dream that big.
Is there anyone you've collaborated with that you'd like to work with again?
There's never been a time where I haven't like absolutely enjoyed collaborating. Collaboration is when I feel like I shine the most. That's when like I feel like I'm the best. I would definitely go back in the studio with any collaborator that I've ever worked with and write a song. I love writing music. It is the one thing that makes me feel like I'm worthy of something to be on this planet for. I need to keep pressing that button and try to write songs. You want to collaborate, I'm right here, guys.
What are some of your most cherished memories from your No Doubt days?
My most cherished memory of the early days of No Doubt? Have you seen that movie "Finding Nemo"? That character, Dory? That's me. I don't remember anything.
I think one of my cherished memories — if I really, really thought about it — popped in my head right when I was saying that.
I was sitting on the tour bus, and we had been on tour for a while. I was actually making a baby blanket for my sister. I was like sewing this blanket by hand, everyone else was like doing other stuff — I won't say what — and I looked out the window and I see all these girls coming to the concert. I was like, "Oh my gosh, that girl, she's dressed like me." It was just this amazing ... how is that happening right now? It just made me feel like impossibly good.
Who is inspiring you in the music industry currently?
I think there's a lot of good music out there. I kind of went backwards in the last couple of years. As I've been writing this record, I rediscovered a lot of the music I was listening to when I was a kid. Back in the station wagon, going to church, listening to soft rock.
One of my favorite new artists that my son turned me on to is Zach Top. I love that record so much; such good lyrics and voice and melody. I'm going to come and see the concert.
Rapid-fire round:
Favorite type of flower bouquet?
Wedding bouquet.
A fashion trend you'd bring back from the '90s?
Cutoff tank tops.
Oklahoma home-cooked meal or dining out in California?
Oklahoma home-cooked meal. Duh!
Country music or soul music?
That's really hard! I would probably have to go with ... now I'm a grown-up, I'd probably have to say country. Oh my God, they're going to hate me. I'm in love! What can I say?
Red lip or pink lip?
Red.
VIDEO:
https://www.today.com/popculture/citi-concert-series/gwen-stefani-8-before-8-interview-rcna187857
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get to know your moots
ty for the tags loves <3 @probablyreadinsmut @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @kedsandtubesocks and @reddedmiller
what's the origin of your blog title?: me being an uncreative basic bitch. but it's fine we are suffering through the consequences of the most uncreative username of all time.
OTP(s) + shipname: me, joel miller AND javier pena <3
favorite color: black and mint green (yes ik its very specific idk really what to say I even have a tattoo that is partially this color lol)
favorite game: rdr2, dreamlight valley, tlou, bg3, mariooooo, zelda, assasins creed
song stuck in your head: hold the line - toto and whatever is on my fic playlist
weirdest habit/trait?: probably a lot but the most annoying as a lot of us have mentioned is assuming no one really likes me. but also doing that thing where you start a task and then see something else that has to be done so by the time you have finished you've begun 50 other tasks
hobbies: video games, reading, writing stories, poems and music, pretending I can bake cute aesthetic things I find on Instagram reels, calligraphy, collecting sea glass and sea shells.
if you work, what's your profession? i worked on a cow farm
if you could have any job you wish what would it be? a sugar baby, someone who lives on a beach, but really anything in music bts or in front or a psychologist but instead I went to school two times for things I did not end up staying with haaaaaa
something you're good at: giving you compliments until you tell me to stfu
something you're bad at: i like this answer so same -> putting myself first, also as it's been said a few times socializing, and flirting
something you love: documentaries ommmg jdkfdakjf <3 <3, downtime when I can have it, also I always forget how much I love the sun until this time of year, hearing a favorite song you haven't heard in a long time, watching stuff with people whether its movies or youtube videos or shows
something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: video games, music, joel miller, the octopus lifecycle, Shakespeare, fun bts facts of my favorite movies and tv shows (I could spend days upon days looking up facts about how movies and shows are made and the little details in each of my favorite movies and shows)
something you hate: when its too hot or too cold, when I do that thing and don't buy snacks to be "healthy" and then wish I had a snack and math.
something you collect: i was collecting miniatures until they all got lost in a move, sea shells, coca cola memrobilia, Marilyn Monroe memorabilia, coral, anything vintage, trauma, and wips
something you forget: what don't I forget
what's your love language?: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch
favorite movie/show: beauty and the beast, most keanu reeves movies as I've been binging them lately, lotr, how to lose a guy in 10 days, donnie darko,
favorite food: potatoes any day, any way, any form
favorite animal: cows, platypus', whales and dolphins
what were you like as a child? the quiet kid who was basically a mute because anxiety sucks and being perceived is frightening - lemme just fade into the floor
favorite subject at school? psychology, english because we could read Shakespeare and really cool books, science, music class, history, french, home ec, woodshop
least favorite subject? math and phys ed cause ya girl ain't a runner but yet they're all like "ohh its not that hard" but bro you're not even doing it
what's your best character trait? why are these questions so hard though? like idk my ability to make people feel comfortable?? i feel weird answering this lol
what's your worst character trait? i guess my inability to put myself first still and my dad jokes and sometimes I get quiet because I have a huge fear of rejection or abandonment
if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? that I was on vacation instead of driving around for hours today or sleeping more that'd be great
if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Beethoven, Shakespeare, my grandparents, Marilyn Monroe, John Lennon, Frida Kahlo, idkkkk
recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): there's so many this is rude asking for one so I'll give you two series. recently I read late night texts by @jolapeno and the wolf you feed by @arcanefox207 these series changed my brain chemistry for the best. I could scream on every rooftop in the world about these to every person in the world like please READ THEM!!!
npt: @arcanefox207 @gothcsz @syd-djarin @sunshinehaze1 @sunshineispunk @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @604to647 @myownwholewildworld @evolnoomym @slimybeth69 @almostfoxglove @lotusbxtch @baronessvonglitter me smooching you all through the phone <3 <3 <3 cause you all deserve every ounce of love and joy in the whole world
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idk it sounds reasonable to me for a teenager to run away bc they didn't want to eat their veggies!
one hopes that by the later stages of childhood a parent will have figured out which veggies and preparation styles work for the kid, and the kid will have resigned themself to what they do and don't have to eat according to their parents, and it's all settled into an equilibrium instead of a daily fight. and hopefully as a teen your palette is expanding and you're even willing to eat more veggies then you did as a child.
however, if the kid is extra picky and stubborn, and the parent is extra determined to make sure they eat a good variety (or just eat whatever the parent prepared no matter what it is), it could absolutely continue to be a regularly-repeated fight. and if something is a continued point of contention throughout childhood then it absolutely makes sense for a teen to go FUCK this, i am nearly an ADULT i am done being told to eat my veggies i am gonna prove my independence and make them realize i don't have to just sit there and let them boss me around!!
like, the childishness of the fight is exactly why a teen would run away about it.
#i'm so picky and only got pickier throughout my teen years#i usually just made myself a separate quick meal when i didn't like dinner#if my parents hadn't let me and had tried to insist i eat the same thing as everyone else?#well. idk what i woulda done bc that would require they have an entirely different parenting style overall.#so who knows what kind of person i would be lol#but leaving the house for a couple hours seems pretty reasonable to me#but it's also normal for a parent to have an 'everyone sits at the table and eats what i've prepared' rule#for a variety of reasons ranging from well-meaning to self-centered#and i'm sure there are parents who will even try to foist the same old veggie rules upon adult children visiting for the holiday#i think 'what's the latest age at which a veggie fight might occur' says more about the parents than the kid#since they're the one turning it into a fight instead of letting it go#so ig if you want them to be closer to model parents then sif would have to be pretty young#but i think 'the type of parent to never stop arguing about veggies' is an interesting flaw to add#to make a parent who is loving and wonderful overall but has their own blind spots and mixed up priorities#isat spoilers#isat#siffrin#I UNDERSTAND WHY people think sif must be young and i'm fine w that#this is just my perspective :)#thoughts about siffrin#thoughts
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also "textless" versions of these, wahooo
#corned beef#joe iconis christmas extravaganza#bsol#speaking of >:3 & >:3 third time's the >:3 in successfully slammed both up against the window of joe iconis's car (twitter @'d & Seen)#which is really just a :3 but whom among us (orchestra hit) is not a little impish with it#first year i did fanart like wouldn't it be fun if joe saw & liked this. second yr like Same plus it did happen last time#then also recency Fun Times bias sure but he did make it a frame in his End Of Year Good Times Celebration video like >:'3#yes i draw exactly what i wanna draw b/c it's some specific thing i enjoy that much so Yep that is the xmas show to me#so powerfully i was moved like ooh fun xmas villain wrole?? in '19 when i was paying attention & relieved of some bmc closure malaise#by the xmas show but obv Least aware / knowledgable lol. technically showed up in '18 around nov/dec but no chance Right then of tuning in#i mean i had the capacity but did not know it existed / even Less helpful preexisting context. anyway so by the time the show returns#& i've done research in between & gone my god i am i live laugh loving like Yeah i'll do more fanart & omg cyril & omg krampusfucking#able to ramp it up this year & like just thanks to Drawing Experience i'm better at forging ahead through thee process even when it's#extra ambitious like my god am i in over my head? well keep swimming for the surface like only several times going [aaa....] only to yknow#not be that tripped up anyway but still go [(celebrate) christmas!!! (with me)] & be like Do It For The Krampusfucking Gift#one post for another like lighting up my life joe just coming out like ''who wants clips. first up Full Cyril Fucks The Krampus number''#like jeez made that happen And passed it along....it's always the like epitome of my art like i make the specific often really niche stuff#i really respond to; does anyone else enjoy this? if yes; Wheeee; sometimes this is also ppl Behind the really niche shit i enjoy#like i truly hope you do get that kick out of it as i slam it up to the window; worth a Highlight Of Your Year or not#the power of [i do like to Draw the things i latch on to] + [internet] for you#really the bsol design even More an event in ''how did i even do this'' b/c even when planning to make it slightly easier like well#fewer figures; i'll use ink pen so i hone the lineart less than i would to precisely get [line weight mostly irrelevant] Line Geometry#yet still going ruh oh i'm honing for sure. but then like did Most of the lineart all in one night + all the coloring the next round#when i draw quite slowly / the Honing is virtually always an inextricable part of my process like i do Nothing in less than Hours#like i think even my freewheeling bsol sketches posted just this morning took me at Least an hour; judging by vids i played in the bg lol#not quite calibrated to have Attuned Confidence In My Ability To Forge Ahead thusly like oh no if i don't have Momentum or it doesn't#happen to be one of those times things just spontaneously come out great right off without more honing / consideration we're fucked....#not actually the case but yknow still realizing this lol But still able to just pat myself on the shoulder like It's Manageable & it is/was
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As of yet unnamed game card art!
#pixelart#pixel art#card game design#card games#scottish mythology#Happy new year gang#I've been on my course for a good while now. I have a new very close friend from it and have made a few others as well#Our little group is in a discord and we're all a good bit nerdy haha#I'm far from the oldest one in the class/group which is always good to see#We got two weeks off for winter break which is great. We come back tomorrow. I'm not ready lmao.#But with the time I got I treated it like a game jam. Me and friend were like “we got two weeks let's make what we can”#And I wasted the first few days. Not by not working but by using AI to try and help with code. Turns out it's terrible at it.#I've been openly anti-AI but our course encourages us to use it for coding so I thought it would be good at games.#Nope. It's dogshit. It worked for a while but I ended up working so much more efficiently just making the code myself#So this new game. It's a card game. you might be thinking “This has nothing to do with the 16 characters you were making what happened??”#It's all connected. ALL of it. Greenhollow. HoaM. Elphame. This new project. The 16 characters. They're all connected.#It's gonna sound like the story will be oversaturated and it is. But I'm not worried about that rn. Just making sure the game is fun.#And I can confirm: The game is fun. It's playable. Graeme and I have been playing it a ton and I feel so happy. I love designing the cards#I don't want to explicitly state what's up but here's a clue: These 20 cards are all playable by the ISTP character#That will either make you understand completely or not help you at all.#Anyway. I'm tying in previous projects so they all get to tell their story. My sister made designs for characters ages ago#and I'm finally getting to show them. One is on one of these cards. But I intend to show all of them and tell all their stories#Of course since there are so many characters a lot of the little side stories will be optional.#I'm getting ahead of myself. But I'm loving doing art and programming for this rn. Tomorrow I return to DA lifestyle...#But at the end of the month I'll be a lot less busy and might get to work on this again. No idea of a release ETA#but in 2 weeks I've done 20 cards. I'm hoping for between 128-256 (I love symmetry). That said it's faster once I'm in the habit of it.#I have a little bit of programming left before this version is final (4 cards left) but yeah. It's looking damn good.#I'm not as manic as the last post but I am very proud of myself#Also 2024 was my favourite year for movies lmao. Inside out 2 wicked and sonic 3 were all amazing All 3 make me sob like a baby#2024 was crazy. I lived so much hahaha. I met a lot of people and travelled so much and got so fit (then lost it all in winter)
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New toys ✨ (Patreon)
#Doodles#Original#I found a gift card that had been swallowed by my chair for the past ??months and so opted to get myself some new tools!#I've been wanting new erasers for sooooooo incredibly long now hwahh#I've been using stick erasers - the kind that you can kachunk out similar to a utility knife? Retractable like that - since high school#Even sharpening them to get a finer point - if you'll recall from my getting .3 drafting mechanical pencils I draw Very small lol#But they'd never stay sharp for long! And getting fine details had to fall on the editing side of things when I Wanted my paper to be clean!#So I finally bit the bullet and got myself some shiny news :D And then my laptop charger broke and I had to use the rest for that :/#But I still got the erasers so! I'll take it! Lol#And I do quite like them ♪ They still don't Quite beat out my current favourite brick eraser that I got I think two birthdays ago?#Or last Christmas? From my brother <3 Such a sweetheart ♥ It's been working Fantastically but it is - as stated - a brick#Fine details =/= brick#Which sucks Especially now because if you look at that second one - the examples - The Brick is an Excellent eraser!!#Leaves no scannable residue is Extremely clean and shiny! And it has a soft formula that is very friendly on the paper! I love it#If I could have a stick of That in my new mechanical guys I would in a heartbeat buuuut it's a different formula for stability :P#I get why but uughhhh#Not to say that the others are bad! There's also the learning curve element! Still getting used to them!#But you can probably guess that I doodled my positive reaction before scanning lol - it looks clean to the naked eye! Computers see more smh#I ended up with a multipack of all the same brand of erasers but in different shapes :) Two mechanical two bricks and one sharpenable#And one kneaded but those dry out so fast I tend not to use them lol#So far I have completely fallen for my sharpenable of all things haha ♪ It just has Such a fine point!! And a shavings brush on the end!#It's kind of silly with how long it is lol but I like it!#I think part of it Has been user error - I'm pretty sure I over-brushed some of my doodles which caused the graphite to rub off#Specifically into the supposed-to-be-white sections - if you remember the dream comic I made with Gaster and Papyrus you can imagine#Lots of residue that makes it a long edit :P The whole idea is to make editing easier by Not having lines or toning where it's not wanted!#Still a bit hit or miss but I'm Very willing to keep working with them haha - they make my page-eyes happy if nothing else#I feel like I can spend a bit more time on the drawing side of things - more willing to make it prettier before scanning :)#Which is what I want!! I want more time drawing and less time editing!! Even just proportionately#So I'm pleased overall ♪
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