#this was a quick pose study i did in class

[hina-haez]

I'm reading Vanitas again and Roland is sooooo fineeeeee

[etherealyoungk]

college bf!mingyu scenarios

requested: by anon

pairing: mingyu x reader

wordcount: 893

a/n: i found this long lost in my drafts and thought i might as well post it.

college bf!mingyu who would be the heartthrob of the campus, but in reality, he only had eyes for you. you first met him when you accidentally bumped into him when you were in a rush trying to get to class. and in the process, all your papers went flying. mingyu was sweet and helped you gather your stuff, except you picked up the wrong notebook - his instead and you ran off, not bothering to check until you were sat in class and opened to book only to realise that it wasn't yours. naturally, you looked for him and gave him back his book, but after that day, you found yourself running into him more often.

college bf!mingyu who would pack you an extra lunch for himself so you could some of his too. he knows you love his cooking and you always end up stealing a bite of his food even though you tell him you're not hungry, but he knows better. he'll also pack extra snacks and they're all your favorite ones too.

college bf!mingyu who would follow you around like a puppy in between or after classes, hanging out with you in the library because you told him you needed to study or work on assignments. he'd sit with you too, saying he'll study with you too, but that's just an excuse to be next to you. he's watching you as you're busy solving questions, his arm propped up on the table, his head resting in his palm as he watches you, a smile on his face because how did he get so lucky. he'd be so whipped for you truly.

college bf!mingyu who is just so whipped and in love with you. everyone can tell by the way he looks at you that he adores you with his whole heart and would fight anyone if they posed any harm to you.

college bf!mingyu who would be absolutely appalled when you decide to go to class when you've fallen sick badly. he scolds you lightly when he spots you in the hallway and is quick to scoop you away and drop you back to your apartment. he'll make you a hearty soup so you can feel better, assuring you that the world wasn't going to end if you skipped one class. he says he'll help you on the assignment and gather the notes for you and he does, in a rather impressive manner.

college bf!mingyu who's always planning dates after class. he'll always have a cafe or new restaurant he wants to go to with you. and he's always so excited too, so how can you say no to him when he asks you so sweetly with the most pretty smile in the entire world.

college bf!mingyu who always sits next to you in the classes you have together. he'll always write little love notes in your notebook or draw silly little doodles, which make you smile whenever you open your notebook.

college bf!mingyu who's always and i mean always taking the chance to flirty with you. he'll drop the silliest pickup lines, flirting with you left right and centre and loves seeing you get all shy as you smack his arm in an attempt to get him to stop. "he practices all these atrocious lines on us", seungkwan says in disgust while mingyu just beams at you with his gorgeous smile.

college bf!mingyu who loves sharing his airpods with you during lunch break or whenever you both just want to have a little quiet time but still be with each other. he loves showing you new music he found and you do to.

college bf!mingyu who will always ask for kisses in between classes because,"they recharge me babe please", he says every time, while you just stare at him, crossing your arms. he pouts his lips in response and shows you his cheek as he waits for you to kiss him, getting all happy when you do, not letting you off with just one kiss.

college bf!mingyu who would be your study buddy and tutor you on some subjects if you were having a hard time, especially during exam season. he's also packing you wholesome lunchboxes and will always remind you to take breaks and not overwork yourself. he hates it when you stay up late or pull all-nighters to study and hates seeing you in so much stress. he's pulling you away from your books and getting you to bed, holding you in his arms as you fall asleep in minutes, your body and mind tired and he kisses your forehead, whispering how much he loves you, wishing he could take away all your stress.

college bf!mingyu who would be the one to listen to all your talks about being uncertain about the future and being scared because what if you failed? he'll listen to you keenly as you lay in his arms, protected from the world. he'll tell you how great you were doing and how proud he was of you. he'll tell you that even if you failed, he was going to be here to pick you back up and that he was always going to be there for you.

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[luvymelody]

NAME : katsuki bakugou + shoto todoroki , boku no hero academia

SONG : moment , vierre cloud

SUMMARY : todoroki and bakugou find out they like the same person. thus, turning into a rivalry. wc : 1.6k

[part 1] [you're here] [part 3] [part 4]

(guys i just realised they r in dorms. IGNORE TGE NO DORMS IN THIS AND THE FIRST PART)

(not the exact vibe i wanted for y/n but like.. whatevas)

(tried to make it as quick as possible 4 u guys 😭 sorry if it's bad)

“would you like me to walk you home, y/n?”

“okay!”

it had been a few months ever since y/n transferred to ua. bakugou’s hatred for todoroki was fueled even more now as he listened to todoroki’s and y/n’s conversation, his eye twitching.

“do you wanna get tanghulu nearby?”

y/n asked, holding her bag on her shoulder as she stood up.

“can we also get-“

“i’ll walk you home, y/n.”

todoroki and y/n turned to bakugou who was treading towards them.

“you have cleaning duty, icy hot. remember?”

todoroki turned his head towards the board, seeing his and midoriya’s name under ‘cleaning the classroom today!’.

todoroki pursued his lips, turning back to the two.

“sorry y/n..”

“it’s okay! we can go tomorrow.”

y/n smiled brightly, gripping onto her bag strap as todoroki smiled as her expression. bakugou groaned, grabbing onto y/n’s forearm.

“let’s go angel!”

“hey katsuki- bye shoto!”

“bye y/n.”

todoroki smiled as he waved to the waving girl. y/n whipped her hand side to side until bakugou pulled her out of todoroki’s view.

“so rude, katsuki!”

the winged girl teased, bumping into bakugou’s side slightly as she smiled and he grunted.

“don’t care.”

-

y/n stopped, turning to bakugou.

"well, bye then, katsuki."

they finally made it to y/n's house. y/n was rambling about the homework that she hadn't started at all, bakugou nodded to every word she said, pitching in comments about the work and how stupid she was.

"bye angel."

bakugou said, nodding his head at her as his hands were shoved into his pockets, he took extremely slow steps, watching y/n get her keys out her bag and opening her door, not leaving until he saw her go through her front door, and close it.

bakugou stretched his arms, turning and walking back towards the train station. it's not like bakugou's ever gonna tell anyone that his house is nearly 40 minutes away from y/n's house, she would tell him to not walk her home then.

-

y/n sat on her desk, softly drumming her fingers on the desk while she studied, reading the sheets that ectoplasm handed out in class. then, she heard a buzzing sound, her silenced phone as she stood up, picking it up and seeing the caller id, 'shoto!!'.

"hi shoto!"

"hi y/n, i just wanted to know if you got home safe with.. bakugou.."

"ah! yeah, i'm okay. did you get home safe?"

"mhm, also, i'm coming over."

"what?"

y/n blinked, hearing keys on todoroki's end of the phone.

"wait what are you doing"

"i'm bringing tanghulu. and boba."

y/n felt her heart squeeze, grasping her chest in awe.

"awww, you're so sweet, shoto!"

-

bakugou scrolled through insta, bored out of his mind as he was laying on his bed, one hand behind his head and the other on his phone.

a second later, he got a notification, 'y/nl/n has posted!'. bakugou pressed on the notification, finding a series of photos of y/n and todoroki, eating tanghulu together.

y/n posted a lot of things, her friends, family, places she went to. bakugou told her a lot that she shouldn't be posting everything but y/n just said that 'no one else will see the beauty of life though!'.

bakugou rolled his eyes at the sight of todoroki looking at y/n with a lovestruck expression, holding a hand over todoroki to cover just him and just admiring y/n.

it was a little hard to though, while y/n was in the photo, todoroki’s arm was wrapped around her waist, her arm around his neck as she winked at the camera, holding a stick of tanghulu near her mouth in pose.

-

“this is super sweet shoto!”

y/n munched on the tanghulu, sitting criss-cross on her couch with todoroki sitting right next to her, who was drinking boba.

“is it? i asked the vendor to make it extra nice, just for you.”

y/n smiled brightly as she chewed, a hint of red covering her face but todoroki wouldn’t know. y/n’s eyes lit up, as her hand darted for her phone, opening it up.

“let’s take some photos, i wanna post on insta.”

“okay.”

todoroki smiled at the girl, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. y/n leaned into todoroki, as he held a hand on her hip to steady her from falling. he put up a peace sign, as y/n had told him that in photos, he should put up a peace sign to make it less awkward.

y/n wrapped her arm around his neck, giggling a bit.

“don’t be shy!”

she exclaimed, squishing her face against todoroki’s as his left side started to feel warm, a little hot actually.

“smile!”

todoroki let out a small smile, which made y/n happy as she took the photo.

-

"angel."

"hi katsu-"

bakugou dropped a small box on her desk, standing next to her.

"what's this?"

y/n questioned, turning towards bakugou with her head.

"open it and you'll see."

bakugou grunted, his hands in his pockets as he looked out the classroom window. y/n looked down at the box and bakugou's eyes quickly went down towards y/n when she wasn't looking.

the girl opened the box, seeing her favourite limited edition chocolate. she gasped aloud, holding her hands over her mouth in shock.

"no you didn't, katsuki!"

"oh yes i did."

bakugou smugly smiled, while y/n's smile became wider and wider as she shot up from her desk, wrapping her arms around bakugou's neck as bakugou slipped one hand on her lower back to keep her stable while she was on her tippy toes.

"thank you katsuki!"

"you're welcome, angel."

bakugou said, his eyes trailing towards todoroki who sat in his desk in the back of the classroom. as he suspected, todoroki was staring right at them with a piercing glare.

y/n heard a pencil snap behind her, her arms slipping from her grasp around bakugou's neck.

"what was that?"

"dunno angel"

-

"okay, everyone pair up with whoever you want to!"

midnight said, handing out papers to the people in the first row to hand to the people behind them. as y/n turned to give the papers to the person behind her- which was bakugou, he grabbed the paper, looking into her eyes,

"you're working with me."

"wha-?"

bakugou turned before she could give him an answer and she just shrugged turning around. chairs scrapping the floor as people hurried to the person they wanted to pair up with. y/n sat in her chair still, grabbing a pen out of her bag.

when she straightened up, she found todoroki and bakugou infront of her.

"tell icyhot you're with me."

"tell bakugou that you have a choice."

"who said she didn't have a choice!?"

"literally you, just now."

they stared daggers at each other, then turned their head towards y/n.

"who do you want to be with?"

"hey! don't copy me!"

"i'm not copying you, bakugou."

todoroki and bakugou continued arguing, getting into each other's faces as denki put his hand up for midnight.

"miss! can we have two teams of three? i'm gonna be with kirishima and sero!"

"alright, fine with me!"

midnight said with a thumbs ups, and todoroki turned towards the two.

"great, we can all be together."

todoroki had a pretty, sarcastic smile on his face. annoyance ticking away at him as his eye twitched slightly. bakugou flexed his jaw in anger, gritting his teeth and y/n covered her face, looking out the window as she noticed that the class was staring at the three of them.

-

"your answer is wrong, bakugou."

"what?!"

bakugou clutched his paper in his hand as todoroki and y/n sat together, working together as bakugou was too stubborn to work with them, working on the questions by himself.

"i said, it's wrong."

"fuck you mean it's wrong!?"

"i mean it's wrong."

y/n sweated under bakugou's and todoroki's gaze, stressed from the both of them arguing.

"can you guys not argue for two seconds?"

"if icyhot wasn't so shit at explaining, maybe we wouldn't be arguing right now."

"if bakugou wasn't so bad at listening to people once in a lifetime-"

"what did you say?!"

bakugou banged his hands on the table as he stood up, distracting the class and making them look towards them.

"you three, outside!"

-

todoroki, y/n and bakugou stood outside of the class in a line, bakugou's head was high as his head rested on the wall, todoroki was straight, zoning out and looking out of the window, while y/n was standing between them, blankly blinking.

"okay, can we.. like address something?"

y/n questioned, her eyes looking at the two boys as they looked at her.

"what is it, y/n?"

"are you guys, like in love with each other or something?"

y/n asked, looking at bakugou as bakugou's eyes looked up at todoroki, todoroki's expression becoming a face of horror.

silence was filled between the trio, them bakugou started laughing aloud, pointing at todoroki while todoroki was blinking, a gagging feeling of vomit starting to lace his throat.

"me?! like that half-and-half bastard!? in his dreams!”

“i wouldn’t want you to like me in my worst nightmares either.”

bakugou didn’t hear him, doubling over and holding his stomach in laughter. todoroki looked at y/n seriously, holding y/n’s shoulders tightly,

“y/n, i don’t like bakugou. i like you.”

“say what”

y/n’s eyes widened, bakugou’s laughter stopped, a stomping sound appearing as y/n’s shoulder was grabbed, bakugou’s hands pulling her back and into his chest.

“i like you more than him, angel.”

“no i do, y/n.”

y/n’s head started to spiral as todoroki got closer to them, his footsteps echoing through the hallway as y/n was then squished between bakugou and todoroki.

bakugou had one hand on the side of her waist and one hand on her shoulder. todoroki held both of her hands tightly with one hand and the other on the back of her neck.

“i like her better than you.”

“who said, icyhot?”

“i did.”

“go and die.”

“no you.”

“the fuck?!”

y/n blushed between the two guys, wanting to run and cover her face.

“g-guys, can we talk this out-“

“y/n, i only put up with bakugou for you.”

“when the fuck? i put up with you for her!”

the two boys glared at each other, their hold on y/n tightening just a bit.

“go away, you’re bothering her.”

bakugou said, tugging her towards him.

“no, you’re bothering us.”

todoroki argued, tugging her back towards himself.

“guys i’m not an object..”

the two boys quickly let go out her to make her happy, but were still death staring each other like there was no tomorrow.

‘what the hell man..’

y/n cried in her head, imaginary tears falling down her face.

[alkalinefrog]

Hey Alka, I had a quick question for you (whenever you have the time to answer or even if you have the time), I've been taking some storyboard classes and with my illustration background, it's been hard to really find a good shorthand for characters to really get that anatomy/gesture looking right without it being too sketchy and unreadable.

How long did it take you to find your storyboard shorthand, and what exercises would you recommend to try to find it? I'm sure it just takes time and practice, I've been doing a lot more studies and gesture drawings (currently following along all the free Glenn Vilppu videos I can find on youtube) but I wanted to ask you as well because I am in love with how fluid your anatomy is, and how clear your storyboards read. And those hands my god you're a wizard!!!

Thanks a bunch, have a wonderful day!

Heya Secret, great to hear from ya! Well, what you don’t see online is how gross the rough stage of my boards can get LMFAO. Most of the boards I post are actually overly cleaned up because I'm just doing them for fun and can afford the time! I'm not really sure how long it took to develop my shorthand, I've never really enjoyed drawing detail to begin with, so when I decided to go into boarding I kinda just leaned into it!

I’ve covered a bunch of gesture drawing exercises already if you scroll through my advice tag, but ***once you have a good foundation*** here's some stuff you can try!

First you'll want to build up an arsenal of anatomy hacks you can always fallback on, particularly for complex parts of the body. The less time you spend on details, the more time you have to focus on the overall pose and storytelling. Aim to find ways to draw with as FEW lines as possible. If I had to make a list to streamline what to practice:

Head shapes - find the most efficient way to draw the front + 3/4 + side view in as few lines as possible (the challenge is still making them look structured with dimension)

Eyes - are SO important for expressions! Unless your project has characters with dot eyes, you're going to need to find a quick way to do the circle and iris in as few lines as possible. Make sure you can convey where they're looking

Hands - fists (you'll be drawing a lot of people holding poles), open palms at various angles, foreshortened fingers pointing at viewer, fingers making grabby motions----protips: 1) half the time all you need is a vague triangle/rectangle plus thumb sticking up and that's a hand 2) if the hand is relaxed, you probably don't need to draw the knuckles. Save some time!

Feet - just learn how to make sure they look like they're standing on the ground, and do some studies of what they look like when you're running. Otherwise you can usually get away with a vague shoe or boot shape (just add toe lines if they're not wearing any)

----everything else you'll practice as you go!

Jump from SUPER rough straight into clean boards to really force yourself to be economic. I've done each of these methods for work before:

Before you start boarding with a character, sketch them a few times with the intention of simplifying their design while keeping them recognizable:

You'd be surprised how little you need to recognize a character:

Depending on the scene, you can adjust how much detail you want to include:

Stay loose/more generalized with action, especially for the "inbetweens" between key poses. Clean up enough to communicate movement and make the character recognizable.

If the character's small on screen in a wide shot, edit out most details and focus on the silhouette

Save the detail work for character acting, when you really want to be specific with their expressions and gestures.

But outside of all that, be bold and fearless!! Everyone has that stage where their boards look like spaghetti! Boarding is like handwriting; you could have really shitty chicken scratch, but if you're writing beautiful poetry, who cares!

god I love drawing hands you don’t even know thank you so much!! Good luck dude!! You’ve more than got this!!

[roosterforme]

Old Habits Die Hard Part 5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Your embarrassment lingers, while Bradley's past finds a new way to interrupt his pursuit of you.

Warnings: Angst, swears, maybe some fluff

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley barely made it back to the house and into his bedroom before he was jerking off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned, reaching for some tissues just in time. You were too much. It was unbelievable. He had never had to work this hard for a girl before. He had never had to get himself off this many times before sealing the deal before. He was either losing his touch, or you were different. 

But as he went to flush the tissues down the toilet and saw his bedroom door on the way, he knew it was the latter. And by this point, Jeff must know you were Bradley's Sugar and that he wasn't going to give you up without a fight. 

He collapsed back onto his bed and couldn't stop thinking about you. He had walked you to your final class with a semi that was definitely evident to you. It didn't matter though; you had been embarrassed by what happened in the study room, even though it was actually unbelievably sexy. Bradley had seen a lot, but no girl had ever reacted to him quite like that before. Now he was thinking about wedging that door closed next week and fucking you right on the study table.

Jeff had been right, you were a nice girl. But now Bradley knew you could also get a little dirty. This was a combination he had never had before. His cock jumped again in anticipation. 

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You were so embarrassed, you wanted to die. You had orgasmed from rubbing yourself against Bradley in the study room, and then you had to go to class. It was bad enough that he walked you there when all you wanted to do was jump him in the middle of the sidewalk, but then you couldn't stop thinking about him while your professor lectured. 

It was a combination of everything with him. He had the prettiest brown eyes and soft, wavy hair. His voice made you wet, and he smelled so good you wanted to rub yourself against him all the time. And you got carried away. You bet Phoebe never did anything so needy before. 

By the time Friday evening rolled around, you were still too embarrassed to even fathom going to the party. If Janessa was ever home instead of being glued to Tyson's mouth, you might have asked her for some advice. 

But you had to go. You had already promised Bradley you would be there, and he'd probably just come find you if you didn't show. He had also been texting you nonstop. So you changed into your tightest jeans and your lowest cut shirt and pulled your hair back. 

"Oh my God!" you gasped when you looked in the mirror to touch up your makeup. The hickey Bradley left on your neck was darker today, and it was so noticeable, you sighed in relief that you had worn your hair down to class earlier.

You snapped a quick selfie of your neck with your head posed in an appealing way and sent it to him with the caption Do you think anyone noticed this today?

He wrote back almost immediately while you were fixing your mascara. 

I hope so, Sugar. When you come hang out with me tonight, everyone is gonna know who gave you that mark. And don't you dare cover it up. 

You whimpered just reading the text. Knowing you, you'd probably embarrass yourself again tonight by rubbing yourself on him in front of his fraternity brothers or something. You couldn't believe he was even still texting you. But you really did want to go to the party, because you wanted to see him, and you were curious about the state of his bedroom door. 

He had told you he painted his door just for you, but were there some other names up there now as well? Were more girls trying to get his attention? You'd be tempted to scribble them out if there were. 

You strolled to the Beta house, almost reaching the front porch by the time you realized you were going to have to deal with Jeff at some point. 

"Shit," you muttered to yourself. You were glancing around, hoping to see Janessa, but you had no luck. You were about to text Bradley and ask where he was, but you smiled and took off in the direction of the kitchen. 

When you looked inside, he was there, sitting on the counter and smiling at you in his backwards cap. 

"Were you looking for me?" he asked softly as you made your way toward him. 

You could feel a warmth heating your cheeks. "That depends. Were you waiting here for me?"

"Of course I was, Sugar. Missed you," he said, jumping down as you approached him. 

Cautiously, you eased your hands up his chest and around his neck. You watched his unguarded eyes as a genuine smile touched his lips. 

"You really missed me?" you asked, running your fingers along his neck.

He responded by grabbing your hips and kissing you. You moaned as he turned you so your backside was against the kitchen counter. He had you gently pinned there, but his kisses were unhurried and lingering, every little nip and nibble going right to your core. 

His fingers felt strong through the denim fabric as he held you in place. And when you reached your fingers up into his hair and knocked his hat on the floor, he didn't stop kissing you until you gasped.

"I don't know, Sugar. You tell me," he whispered, running the tip of his nose along your hickey and making you giggle. "Does it seem like I missed you?"

You smiled as he gently kissed along the mark he'd made on your neck the previous day. "Yeah, it seems that way, Beer Boy. Shocking, considering I embarrassed myself like that yesterday," you whispered. 

Bradley examined your face with a smirk. "That poor kid. He's probably still thinking about your legs and your soft moans. His dick's probably been hard since he interrupted us. Never gonna feel satisfied again."

"Bradley!" you whined, burying your face against his chest. "Stop, I'm still mortified!"

He chuckled deep in his chest, and it was such a pleasant sound, you burrowed in deeper. "Sugar, that was so hot yesterday, I'm considering begging you to do it again. I already couldn't stop thinking about you, and that just made it a hundred times worse."

You bit your lip and looked up at him, and you just knew your cheeks must have been bright pink. "I can't stop thinking about you either," you told him. 

He nodded his head before kissing you once more and then he picked up his hat. 

"That's just the way I like it," he told you, putting his hat on your head and leading you out into the party. 

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Bradley received a few curious looks as he led you through the house, holding your hand in his. People were used to seeing him with Phoebe or other girls wearing barely any clothing. They were not in fact used to seeing him with someone like you, and the fact that he'd put his hat on your head felt a little like he was claiming you in a way that was unlike him.

But every time you looked at him, he thought maybe he liked being this way. He liked working for and earning your attention. He liked you. He liked that you had your hair pulled up and everyone could see your hickey. 

When he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, about to suggest he take you upstairs, he ran into Tyson. He watched Janessa's eyes go wide as she immediately pulled you away from Bradley and started whispering to you.

You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled, and Bradley considered dragging you upstairs like a caveman. 

"I'll grab us some drinks," he told you, and with a sigh, he doubled back to the kitchen with Tyson. 

"Wow, dude. Does Jeff know about this?" Tyson asked him as he rooted around in the refrigerator. 

Bradley snorted. "I'm not exactly trying to hide anything."

"No. You definitely aren't." Tyson opened a can of beer while Bradley grabbed two bottles of the kind he knew you liked. He knew better than to start drinking anything stronger. "You and Phoebe off again?"

Even just the mention of her name irritated Bradley. "Yeah. For good."

Tyson just nodded his head. "That's cool. Phoebe's mean." Bradley laughed a little bit as Tyson asked, "You know Jeff is going to freak out, right?"

Bradley distracted himself by grabbing the bottle opener from the drawer and putting it in his pocket. "Jeff has been fucking freaking out since July, when I got his best friend kicked out of Beta. So why should this be any different?"

"Hey, I'm on your side man. Chase was a dick, and he had it coming. But Jeff is used to being the top dog around here. Best grades, Dean's list and all that shit." 

That was the thing about Jeff; Bradley made Dean's list too, but he never made a big deal out of it. He never talked about his scholarships, or how scared he had been that he'd get kicked out of school before his senior year for fighting. If he didn't graduate from UVA on time and without debt, he was absolutely fucked.  

But Bradley honestly didn't care what anyone else thought about you and him. He was certain he'd be better for you than Jeff. "Then I guess this will take some getting used to for him." He turned and left the kitchen before Tyson could say anything else. 

As Bradley approached you from behind, he saw the mark on your neck again. Gorgeous. He automatically kissed you there, startling you and making you giggle. 

"Beer Boy! You scared me," you told him over the music. Janessa was looking between the two of you, openly curious as he kissed your neck. Bradley wondered what you had told your roommate. Just looking at Janessa, he was almost surprised he had ever been interested in her. Thankfully she was completely distracted by Tyson now, because Bradley didn't want any loose ends. 

He kissed his way up to your ear and whispered, "Wanna go upstairs?"

You turned to look at him, and the subtle nod and trusting look you gave him had his heart rate speeding up. "Let's go," you told him, heading for the stairs with Bradley at your heels.

"Enjoy his big dick," Janessa whispered to you, but Bradley heard it so clearly, he had no doubt you did too. You froze in place and shot a confused look at Janessa before looking back at him.

Bradley let his head tip back as he stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "Thanks a lot, Janessa," he muttered, terrified to look at your face again.

"What? It was just a blowjob. Chill out," Janessa said, but she was already on her way over to where Tyson was playing flip cup. 

Bradley exhaled deeply and chanced a look at your face. Now you looked a little bit concerned, and he wished he had no knowledge of Janessa's godawful oral sex capabilities.  

"When did that happen?" you asked softly. Oh fuck, you looked like you might cry. "This week?" 

"Fuck. No. Not this week, Sugar. That was before I met you. And it was just one time. And nothing more." 

You nodded your head, pouting at him. "Oh. I just didn't know that Janessa was on your roster."

Bradley shifted the beer bottles to his left hand and reached for you with his right. "I don't have a roster anymore," he said, his voice rough to his own ears.

You examined his face. He could just tell he was going to blow it with you. No way you'd want to be embarrassed by him. Re-painting his door was one thing, but actually being good enough was another thing entirely. And now he knew he had no chance with you tonight. 

"You wanna go hang out in the living room?" he asked. "Or I can walk you home, make sure you get there safely."

Your brow scrunched up. "I thought we were going upstairs."

"Yeah, okay. We can still go upstairs. We can... drink these beers and talk."

"Sounds good," you said, taking his hand again and heading to his room.

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You were in way over your head now. This was bad. Bradley was bad for you, and you still wanted him. You were still going to his bedroom, and seemingly nothing was going to stop you from doing whatever he wanted. 

You had been wondering where Jeff was, feeling a little apprehensive about him seeing you with Bradley. Everything felt like red flag after red flag cropping up in your path, but as soon as you saw that Bradley's door was just as you had left it, you felt more at ease. 

Bradley watched you skirt around the edge of his room and flip through his English 400 composition notebook. "Is one of those for me?" you finally asked him, nodding toward the beers he was still holding.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, retrieving a bottle opener from his pocket. "Learned the hard way that you shouldn't open beers for girls if they don't see you doing it. I opened six beers last year and then I had to drink them all."

You laughed and he looked up to meet your eyes. "Yeah, some guys are creepy. Don't ever give girls open drinks."

"Never again. And those weren't the good beers either, they were shit ones that I had to force down."

"That would have been fun to watch," you said as you took a sip. "So why do you let me drink the good beers?"

Bradley smiled at you. "Because you're cute. And at first it was kind of fun to irritate Jeff. But now it's because you can have anything you want, Sugar."

You rolled your eyes and tried not to grin. "Is it okay if I sit on your bed?" you asked, swallowing against the nervous feeling creeping up inside you.

"Of course," he whispered. "Anything you want."

"You can sit too, Beer Boy."

And so he did. Right next to you, so your thigh was touching his. You sipped your beer silently, unsure about how to proceed with him. Bradley had gotten you so fucking horny yesterday, you came in his lap while you were both fully clothed. When you showed up to the party tonight, he had kissed you right away. He had kissed you in front of his friends. But now you felt apprehensive, and it was hard to pinpoint what would make things better. 

Just as you were about to ask him to walk you home, he said, "The thing about you is... you're different. And I'm not sure what to do."

You turned to look at him as he peeled the label off of his beer. "I'm different?"

Bradley stayed focused on peeling as he said, "No.... you're not different. Better, maybe? I'm not sure. I think... maybe I'm different now. Like, I have been for months. And I've been trying to force myself to be the same, because it seems easier. I guess. That probably doesn't make any sense."  He downed the rest of his beer in one go and set the empty on his bookshelf before he looked at you. 

"It kind of makes sense," you told him as you set your bottle down as well. "I tried to force myself to keep liking Jeff even though I knew I liked you better as soon as I met you," you told him with a soft laugh. 

He smiled sadly at you. "Look, Sugar, I can't change what happened with Janessa, even though I wish I could. I didn't even know you were her roommate then. And... I mean, I know it's obvious how girls see me now. And I know it's not always flattering. I'm... an easy option."

You were nowhere near as experienced as he was, but you didn't see him in an unflattering way. Bradley did everything better than Jeff did. He was funnier, sweeter, more honest, he kissed you better, he only touched you when you welcomed it. You ran your hand up his thigh, and you heard his breath catch. "I can only think of flattering things, Beer Boy."

"Sugar," he whispered, pleading with you in some way.

"Did you paint your door just for me?" you asked, turning to face him.

He shook his head and licked his lips. "No. I painted it for myself, too."

You leaned in and kissed him, accidentally knocking his hat off of your own head this time. You caught him off guard, and it took a few seconds for him to return your affection, but when he did, he took your breath away. 

"Sugar," he whispered against your lips, his mouth soft yet firm against yours as he pulled you onto his lap. It was like the study room, but also completely different. This time you were really alone, and could have done anything you wanted with him, but his lips were more indulgent this time. He was working you up in a different way. 

He rubbed his parted lips along your neck, stroking your collarbone with his tongue. You rocked your hips against him once, and immediately you were on your back with him on top of you. A startled laugh escaped your lips as Bradley sat up and tossed your shoes across the room followed by his, and then he was on top of you again. 

"Just to be clear, I don't think we should sleep together tonight," he told you softly before stroking up your sides with his thumbs and kissing your cleavage. 

Your broken moan was so loud, you watched a satisfied grin spread across his face. "So you're just going to tease me then?" you asked, your voice already sounding ragged. "Tease me and send me home?"

"No." Bradley kissed the tops of your breasts, and his flushed cheeks had you squirming underneath him. "I'm going to show you how sweet you are, and then I'm going to walk you home."

"Fuck," you whined as he worked his lips and tongue against all of your exposed skin. Everything he did felt good, and you were so wet and ready for more. But he never put his hands under your clothing and never said anything more than Sugar.

You were limp and needy and barely able to reciprocate when his lips returned to yours. You could feel that he was hard where his erection pressed against your thigh. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him to your core, rubbing yourself against him there. 

"Bradley," you whined, knowing you didn't want a repeat of the library scenario, but you couldn't help yourself. 

"You're not making my plans easy for me," he ground out. "So fucking hot."

He placed three firm kisses along your jaw and then wrenched himself out of your grasp. You could see how long and hard he was through his pants, and he adjusted himself as he sat up between your thighs. He just stared at you where you were propped up on your elbows, his eyes subtly moving along your face and your body. 

When your breathing started to even out, you smiled at him and sat up. He collected you in his arms and held you for a while, letting you kiss and touch his scars. 

He finally asked, "Will you let me walk you home?"

"Yes."

Bradley helped you put your shoes on and he gave you one of his sweatshirts to wear. It was huge on you, and you melted a tiny bit as he cuffed the sleeves for you. Then he kissed you against the wall in the hallway for so long, you thought maybe he was going to change his mind and let you take him back to his bed. 

"It's so late, Sugar," he told you, taking your hand and walking down the stairs. The blaring music assaulted your senses once more as you both wove your way through the bodies and spilled drinks. 

You'd been wondering where Jeff was earlier, and when you saw him making out with a girl from your biology lab, you felt nothing. Bradley glanced back at you, gauging your reaction, but you just smiled at him. 

"Let's go," he told you, and soon you were out in the cool, night air with his arm wrapped around you and his gorgeous voice in your ears. 

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Thanks for loving this FratBaby! Thanks @mak-32 for everything with this fic! This one's for you, Mak!

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[milkyybuns]

College boy next door Itto who lives in the dorm/apartment next to yours and greets you every morning with a big ol smile as you walk to class together, who offers to carry your bags when he sees you coming back from your last late class right as he's leaving the campus gym. Itto begging you to help him study and always inviting you over because he claims you're the smartest person he knows. One night he tries to make you dinner and burns it but tries to cover it up, cheeks flushing red when you tease him about it,,,, and when you tease him about the lil tent in his gray sweatpants that he's been trying to hide every night the two of you study together,,,, the whines and whimpers that escape him when you climb onto his lap,,, the way he chokes on his words when you lean in to his ear and tell him your favorite part of your lil "study dates" are when you go back to your dorm to listen to him cry your name through the thin walls as he jerks himself to the thought of you in the shower, not realizing you can feel his confession in the way he hardens between your thighs as he stutters out his denial

this is perfect this is everything i have no words (actually i do have words...2.4k of 'em)

Study nights

arataki itto x fem!reader

contains: fluff to smut, friends to lovers? more like classmates to lovers, slow burn ish, some crack, fem reader, soft dom reader, jock itto, inexperienced itto, subby itto, slight tsuntsun itto, college au, teasing, making out, masturbation, oral m!receiving, facefucking word count: 2.4k

You stumble out of your dorm room, did you lock the door properly? Oh well it was too late now. With a piece of slightly burnt toast hanging from your mouth, you suddenly felt like some sort of cliche ass anime protagonist. As you rounded the corner, you bump into someone, dropping your toast in the process.

“Sorry!” You blurted out as you looked up to see none other than Itto, the new transfer student who was assigned to the dorm right next to yours. He greets you with a sunny smile, you squint a little at the brightness. It was too early in the morning for this much energy and perkiness, but maybe not everyone was as fed up as you.

"Ahah don'cha even worry about it! You couldn’t knock me over even if you charged at me.” Itto laughs as he struck a funny pose. "I'm pretty sturdy yaknow!" You didn't really know what to say to that. So you apologise again and say a quick goodbye before rushing off to class. You were late, you dropped your toast but for no reason at all you felt a small smile threaten to crawl onto your features. - Finally You thought as you left the building of your last evening class. The sun has already set and you could feel a cool breeze set in. You were just contemplating what you could whip up for dinner in under thirty minutes when you hear a holler from behind you. You took out your earbuds and looked around. In the dark an unmistakable white mop of hair stood out, as the person jogged up to you you realise who it was. "Hey neighbour! Fancy seeing ya here! Well I guess you do go here, ah hah... How was class?" This guy again? You were still getting used to his forwardness. It's not like you didn't like people but you didn't really talk to anyone other than your friends unless you really had to. Maybe that's why I only have 3 friends. "Uh, good, I mean it was pretty boring but could've been worse. How was..." You looked down to see he was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, seemingly unaffected by the evening chill. The front zipped down enough to reveal his pecs, you swallowed hard. Damn his chest is bigger than mine. You thought as a weird jealousy hit you. You realised you forgot to finish your sentence, luckily it seems Itto didn't notice. "...uh, how was the uhhh...training?" "Hm? Oh it was brutal today! Totally knackered. Everything hurts, but like in a good way, yaknow?" Itto grinned at you before noticing your bag. "Hey let me carry that." Thoughts of saying no quickly rushed through your mind, you wanted to say you could handle it, feminism and all that, you know. But fuck the bag was extra heavy today and you feel like Itto would be the last person to judge you. So the patriarchy may have won today, but at least your shoulders will hurt less tomorrow. You handed over your backpack, which he picked up with ease. "Is there anything in here? Pretty light!" He smiled. Jesus maybe I should go to the gym more often. You walked in a comfortable silence towards your dorm when Itto piped up. "Ah...so uh...c-can I ask ya somethin'?" Itto starts, playing with the straps of his gym bag absentmindedly.

“Uh, sure." "So like, yaknow how finals are coming up?" Itto continued. "I uhhh may or may not have like, completelynotstudiedforit, ah hahh! Yeahhhh I know that's like, not great..." "Itto! It's literally in two weeks!" You chided. Incredulous because you yourself have been studying your ass off for the past month. "I know I know! I totally have been thinkin' about it! But like football training's been suuuper hectic and like, hahah my lecturer is sooo boring and I just think I need someone who can explain the stuff better." "Why me?" "Well you're like, the smartest person I know!" That's not hard. "I mean, I try hard at school but I'm not that smart..." "Nah you're just being humble, what did you get in your last exam?" "Well...A+ but, like a low A+, I totally lucked out in the writing section." "That's awesome, all my friends get like C's ah hah. Would'ya consider it at least? The school said if I don't pick up my grades it could affect my sport scholarship, and I don't wanna move schools again. If you could help me out you'd be doing me a huge favour, please?" So that's how it began. You're not sure why you agreed, you told yourself it's because teaching others will strengthen your own knowledge of the material but in reality, it was probably more because of those big puppy dog eyes. Plus you felt sorry for the guy, transferring to a different school in the middle of the semester is not easy, and he does seem to be busy with training. You two agreed to use his dorm, mainly because it was almost completely bare. Like, a simple bed and dumbbells bare. You had a sneaking suspicion he had shoved all his dirty clothes into the closet, but you didn't want to ask and embarrass him. - It was 7pm when Itto loudly declared he will be cooking dinner for the both of you, as a 'token of appreciation' for all the nights you've spent tutoring him. You were sceptical to say the least, after all he didn't exactly strike you as the kind of guy who would know his way around a kitchen, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Your worst fears were confirmed when you smelled something burning. You tiptoed into the kitchen to see a mess of bowls and ingredients haphazardly thrown all over the place. Tomatoes on the floor, half a capsicum on the bench, a splatter of sauce dripping onto the floor from the bench and the fridge door was ajar, also for some reason there was five pots in the sink. "How's dinner going?" You ask, testing the waters even though you could see some bad signs already. "Holy shit you scared me!" Itto spun around to face you, spatula in hand. "Hahaa it's going....it's going."

"Hey but it looks like you already made it yeah? I'm super hungry let's just have your noodles." You said as you moved closer to him, attempting to see the stove behind him. "Oh no you don't!" Itto quickly uses his broad body in an attempt to cover his 'masterpiece'. You jump around to try and peek past him, but he was so big and seemed determined to not let you through. "Hey! No what are you, stop no!" In one last ditch effort you grabbed onto Itto's shoulders and pushed yourself up. After a moment of silence, you spoke up.

"Itto... it's burnt."

You looked at the stir-fried noodles sceptically. "N-nah it's just caramelised, trust me it's good!" "What happened to 'Arataki 'the number one master chef in the world' Itto?" You taunted. "I-I-I just, had a problem with the stove today okay?" Itto blushed, he had wanted to impress you but he got so nervous he forgot to turn off the heat after the stir-frying. "A master never blames his tools, don't you know that?" You giggled.

"Well uh it was just a fluke this time, next time I promise I'll make a dish that'll knock your socks off! Yeah!" "Oh sure, is it gonna be burnt cheesecake or charred skewers? It seems like burnt food is your signature." You teased, enjoying how he got redder and redder at your words. "Hey um, c-can you get off me now? It's...warm." Itto stutters looking away shyly. Suddenly you were aware of how close you were. You could feel the firm muscles of his shoulders under your grip, your chest pressing against his, unintentionally. If you listened closely you could hear his heartbeat. And when you looked down... "Oh? What's this?" You looked down at the slight tent in his sweatpants. "Uhhhh ok how about we order pizza? Suddenly I'm feeling like pizza instead. You like pizza yeah?" Itto quickly changes the topic and sprints to the living room. "I'm gonna go order, ahem ah fuck where is my phone?" After he orders pizza you two wait on his couch. He doesn't say anything for a while, shifting nervously in his place. You couldn't stop thinking about what you saw. It wasn't just your imagination right? No it can't be, you felt how hard it was, pressing against your thigh if only for a brief moment. You took a deep breath and mustered all of your courage. "Say, Itto." "Y-yeah what's up?" "Thanks for cooking dinner." "Ahah, no prob! Sorry it was pretty inedible though...I'll do better next time!" "Mm, that's okay. You know, we've been doing these study sessions for a while now. Do you wanna know... what my favourite part of our them are?" "Uhh uhmm I, I dunno..." You slowly leaned towards him with a smile, pressing your body against his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. "Every time we have our little study sessions, after I get back to my dorm I lay in my bed..." You coo. "...and I can hear it." "H-hear what?" Itto gulps, both at the closeness and the sultry tone of your voice. "You." "i-I-i have n-no idea what you're talkin' bout..!" Itto huffs, the tips of his ears reddening. "Your little grunts, and your groans. Not to mention those cute whines of yours..." "I don't, I'm not-" "Oh? So this isn't for me?" You gesture. "Ahh...I-I...that's just, normal after training..." His eyes were hazey now, looking at the ceiling and the walls to avoid looking at your intense gaze.

"Mm, so it's got nothing to do with the fact that we're alone? Or the fact that your secret crush is rubbing up against you?" "Nuh uh...I-I...d-don't have a crush...Mmph!" You were properly palming him now, the thin material of his sweatpants against his aching cock felt so fucking good. "When I hear you moan my name, it gets me so excited Itto." You confess against his neck, before biting down harshly, earning a yelp from him. "P-please..." He whimpers, hands shaking as he gripped the couch for dear life. "Please what? What do you want me to do?" "T-touch me, more, please, anything, as long as it's you..." You smiled before pulling down his pants and boxers. His throbbing erection smacked against his tummy, the pretty pink tip already glistening with pre-come. You chuckled before quickly wrapping your hand around it. Shit he's big. You stroked him languidly, squeezing the thick base and smearing the wetness around the smooth tip. "So you admit it?" "N-no, oh fuck." He pants, eyes squeezing shut when you squeezed him extra hard. "C'mon Itto, talk to me." "Mmnf...! C-can't think, it feels, feels s'good, so much better when you do it...!" Itto whimpers, tongue lolling out as he rutted his hips up into your grip. The more you pumped him the more he was growing in your hands. How shameless. "So do you like me or not?" You thought it was obvious but you wanted to hear him say it. "I d-don't like you like t-that...oh shi-" Suddenly he felt your hands slow, his eyes widened before quickly letting out a whiny protest. "Awh n-no! Wait don't stop, go, ah f-faster please...please please please?" "I want you to admit it first, admit you've wanted this since our first study session. Admit you've been stroking your cock thinking about me." "O-Okay okay fine! I admit it! Imighthaveabitofacrushonyouok..." Itto said. "You're really smart, and pretty and nice and you smell really good oh fuck sorry I don't wanna sound like a creep or-" "I'm flattered." You giggle before sinking down. Itto almost fainted when you ran your tongue up the side agonisingly slow, tracing the thick vein there. "Oh fuck." Was all Itto could manage as you took his thick cock into your heavenly mouth. You lapped at the tip as your hand pumped the rest of him steadily. He was reduced to a mess of hitched gasps and deep groans, you yourself feeling wetter and wetter by the second as you moaned with him heavy on your tongue. "M-more...! Oh yes...your mouth is so..!" Itto practically growls as you take another couple inches into your throat. He's so lost in the pleasure he doesn't realise he's fucking your face, using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. You moaned, his pubic hair tickled your nose as your hand went down to relieve your own need. "Fuck! It's so warm, n' wet, n' oh fuck your mouth is so...!"" Itto rambles on as he threads his big hands into your hair, pushing down slightly as his hips jerked up into your warm throat. He was pulled out of his pleasured trance when by you smacking his thigh to come up for air. "Oh shit I'm so sorry...I-I didn't mean to, fuck it felt amazing though..." Itto panted, a line of drool rolling down the corner of his mouth. He was barely coherent when you stripped until your pretty tits were in front of his face. You giggled at how the usually loud man was reduced to stunned silence. "Is this what you fantasise about?" You smiled at a dumbfounded Itto, as you wrapped your hands around his cock once more, stroking at an intense speed. "Oh hell yeah. S-shit I'm so, so fucking close...!" "C-cum for me Itto..." With a few more firm pumps, Itto threw his head back and let out a guttural groan. Sticky white ropes made a mess of your tits, some splattering onto the floor. Your eyes widened at how much he came, your own fingers speeding up as you felt your own orgasm hit. Both of you laid there panting, revelling in the post-orgasm bliss when Itto piped up. "So uh, y/n...does this mean we're friends now?"

[fancyfeathers]

I love your blog! Your darlings are so well written, you want to be mad at them for accepting their fates but their backstories are so complex that you actually cant get mad?!

And Eloise is my favorite of the kids.

In one of your posts you compared the noble boy she meets to a Young Vincent Phantomhive… but how messed up would it be for the Moriarty plan if she met O!Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian instead… Eloise is very smart - O!Ciel is too, as well as very determined and a manipulative little shit (which we love).

Good luck Moriarthree dealing with this Queen’s Watchdog and his pet demon.

I know black butler is not in your possible requests but I found the idea pretty entertaining.

Keep up the gréât writing!

*Turns to Kitty*

“Wanna help?”

“Oh yes I do.”

Co-writers on this one baby!

Father Like Daughter (Yandere William James Moriarty and his darling having a genius daughter)

While this would definitely be an AU but it is definitely fun together, if they ever met it would be during the public school arc and I imagine even through it is a boy’s school that all the children in the Moriarty family would be sent due to them needing to be away and safe during a particularly dangerous mission that could take awhile, the girls’ enrollment is managed through Albert and William pulling a few strings with a few friends who work there, along with Eloise’s high IQ, Hyacinth’s high literacy level, and Madeline’s and Marguerite’s high physical performances.

Andrei would be placed in Red House at age seventeen, Hyacinth in Purple House at age fourteen, Marguerite and Madeline in Green House at ages fourteen, and Eloise in Blue House at age sixteen which would place her in along with Ciel.

Due to the the special circumstances I believe one of the members of the crime gang would be keeping an eye on the children, James Bonde and or Miss Moneypenny. Of course Eloise’s circumstances would draw attention especially because she is a lady, but not just a lady but a lady with an insanely high IQ, and any stupid welcome house traditions will be stopped immediately by James Bonde who is posing as the caretaker of the Moriarty children due to their special circumstances which is another curious thing about this family.

Both Sebastian and Ciel notice her lack of effort in her classes and personal studies but still having extremely high marks even in the most difficult of studies. When Sebastian checks up on her as housemaster during quiet time she is reading her own personal fiction literature, and Mr. Bonde has to explain to him that little Eloise had always excelled since she was a little girl, studying Shakespeare and advanced sciences when she was barely five years old, and her cousins and sister were just as talented but in different ways, her sister Madeline of Green House being a top tier fencer and mathematician, her cousin Marguerite of Green House being a skilled markswoman and equestrian, her cousin Hyacinth of Purple House being a talent in the theater along with having a deft hand in sewing and art, and then her eldest cousin Andrei of Red House being the heir to the title of Earl of the Moriarty family and being skilled in the psychological sciences.

When Ciel is late to tea, he spotted Eloise and and Andrei in the gazebo as well which quickly shows the quick favor the Moriarties had won from the prefects. That evening when Ciel is complaining to Sebastian, Eloise comes knocking with her little charming smile but when the door closes her little act fades away.

“You have no actual intentions as a student here do you? You are up to something and that is painfully obvious.”

“How did you-“

“Know? You have no idea what my family life is like, you learn a thing or two in the Moriarty Estate. I have a proposal for you, I can help you if you help me eventually, and need I remind you I have a relative in each of the houses. So do we have a deal?”

“…I-“

“I will let you sleep on it, it is the only fair since I am your senior. You can let me or Mr. Bonde know, or perhaps Miss Moneypenny… but she is looking after Hyacinth in Purple House.”

So the next day when Ciel goes to speak to her, he catches her at a time where Mr. Bonde is at her side, but speaking to her in a tone in much more of a scolding than his usual tone to her, showing that he is no servant of the Moriarty family that he was led to believe, much on how Sebastian is not an actual housemaster.

“Eloise, you cannot have others dragged into the affairs of your family, your father and uncle sent you lot here to keep you safe.”

“I am sorry alright, but something is not right about any of this, that Ciel boy is not hear for school, something is clearly wrong-“

“Stay out of it, or else I will alert your father, do I make myself clear?”

“…Very.”

When Bonde steps out, giving Ciel a smile as he walks off to check up on the other Moriarty children in the other houses. Ciel steps into her room and sees her in pure anger.

“Who is your father exactly-“

“And who is your butler? It seems we find ourselves in a stalemate of secrets.”

After the incident with Cole, I think Andrei would be the one to take his place due to his high level of manners and being the heir to the Moriarty name. Putting more Moriarties in Ciel’s radar, and honestly why he does not really need help from Eloise anymore, he is now curious about what she wants and who exactly her family is. So when speaking to Andrei one day and bringing the topic of Eloise.

“Number one, my cousin is far too old for you to court if that is what you are after, but then again she is already being courted by that gentleman at the university. Number two, if you are trying to find out about our family, we would be fools to tell the Queen’s guard dog, now wouldn’t we? Leave family affairs to the ones who bear the Moriarty name.”

Then he tries his luck with trying to talk to shy, little Hyacinth, but she just hides behind the other students or Purple House.

Then with Madeline and Marguerite in Green House but the two of them refuse to give him any of the answers he seeks.

Their family is so secretive is as if they were related to the Lord of Crime himself

(Both Kitty and I doubt Eloise and Ciel would be friends, rivals at best, enemies at worst since their personalities would clash rather easily)

(Kitty honestly had the idea of Ciel meeting Eloise’s lover and immediately remembering his father and also the idea that her lover could be the reincarnation of his father but that really wouldn’t work because of their ages)

(Also just imagine when the Moriarty kids are all at the gazebo and their father’s pay them a visit and the bunch all just are surprised and slightly yet clearly worried and distressed at the sudden visit, Eloise especially)

[iseebeautyinwords]

𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 | shuri x reader

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summary : being friends with shuri udaku is stressful, fun and romantic?

warnings : i did not reread this bc i am LAZY but this is my first work so please leave some tips!

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the loud sounds of your university cafeteria where comfortably drowned out by the sound of your current favorite song. kehlani’s soft voice paired beautifully with the girls need love in strumental lulled you into a comfortable and less overwhelmed headspace. after finishing your quick and less than satisfactory lunch you made your way to the library. the soft bopping of your head to the song made your tight curls bounce on your shoulders, the cardigan you where wearing protecting you from the cold air that the building seemed to have year round. as you passed through the doors you mentally thanked the gods for the sight of an empty library, settling down in a quiet corner where you began to work on an essay for your differential equations class.

you worked in a comfortable silence, taking small breaks here and there. writing essays was a rigorous task that you did not particularly enjoy, which was well displayed by the bored look you carried on your face. soon enough a familiar scent interrupted your work, along with the pressing of cold hands to your eyelids. “you look like you’re having fun” your scowl quickly turned into a smile at the voice. “hi shuri,” the hands covering your eyes where removed and you heard the tall girl take a seat next to you, long legs spreading into a comfortable pose. you let your eyes rake over her attire. the low hanging pants she had on showing off her strong and well sculpted abs. your eyes made way from her outfit to her face where you found she was already looking at you.

“what’re you looking at?” her playful tease made your roll your eyes, turning back to your laptop before deciding that you were overall done with work for today. you turned around fully to let your friend know she had your full attention. though she always had your full attention.

“I’m sorry your big ass head was distracting me from my assignment.” you replied with the same amount of sarcastic playfulness that she gave you. the other girls dramatically held her head looking at you with shock and pain painted all over her pretty features. she looked too pretty pouting dramatically that you almost forgot to feel bad for your words.

“my mother said i would grow out of it” she tried to defend the obscure size of her large head. “shuri, you are twenty two years old. you’re going to die with that massive head”

“you’re such a mean girl y/n/n” shuri laid a freshly shaved head down onto your lap, the well defined curls on the top of her head landing softly. this act was one you had grown accustomed to, shuri always wanted to be touching you, near you, feeling you. her hand always gound yours or her knee always pressed against your own when sat next to each to each other. you didn’t mind the constant touches, infact you enjoyed the way you could hear her heart beat when she insisted on cuddling after a long study session, or the way her fingers found comfort in tracing intricate shapes on your skin. it was all so normal, so domestic for the two of you.

a few moments of peaceful silence passed before shuri abruptly stood up, grabbing your bag and laptop and shoving the electronic in its compartment . “C’mon pretty, i’m tryna take a nap” you knew this was her small invitation to her apartment, a nice space away from campus. you nodded getting up and tidying up the area before following next to the girl. she was carrying your bag in one hand and the other was linked with yours, fingers clasping together as you walked out into the parking garage, stopping at a black bmw with tinted windows. shuri opened the back seat doors and carefully tossed your bag in there before opening the passenger doors and making sure your situated.

the drive to shuri’s apartment was filled with small talk and comments about each others days. you were rambling about an annoying encounter you had with your roommate earlier that morning when you guys arrived at the large apartment building. “yea, and i kept telling her if she’s gonna leave her shit on my fucking bed im gonna throw it awa-” you were interrupted by the sound of the car door opening anf shuti waiting for you to step out. “you have a shitty roomate, why don’t you just ask to switch?” you two continued the conversation as shuri tapped in codes and buttons that led you guys to her humble abode. the apartment was a well decorated space with afro-futuristic art aligning the walls along with some plants that you brought. shuri set your bag down next to the couch and made her way to the open kitchen.

“want anything to eat?” before you even gave her your answer she had already started washing up some fruit. you took this opportunity to sit and get comfortable. soon enough you felt the couch dip next to you and a cold grape was being pressed to your lips. “open for me, pretty” she spoke so softly almost as if she was whispering. you parted your lips and allowed the grapes to fall into your mouth, closing your eyes contently as you chewed. you reopened your eyes to look at shuri who was suspiciously silent.

“you’re too quiet for me, what’s on your mind” when you voiced your thoughts shuri smiled. she placed the fruits down and leaned bag. when the two of you entered her home shuri had long discarded of her cropped hoodie, now sporting a black sports bra, and you had gotten rid of your cardigan sitting comfortably in your white tank.

“I can’t admire my pretty girl anymore?” my pretty girl these are words you’ve heard from shuri many times before. she constantly threw terms of affection and adoration your way and you always reciprocated those names, but it was times like this were shuri wasn’t just complimenting you, she was claiming you. calling you hers, saying it as if you were together and you wished you were. it would make it so much easier to accept her loving gaze as something more than just platonic. it would make the fleeting butterflied in your stomach every time she let her lips graze your skin make sense. it would make it so much easier. for the both of you.

you simply hummed at her words, your eyes falling closed again. “why?” the question comes out in a whisper, if it wasn’t for shuri’s intent, her need to listen to every word you said, she wouldn’t have caught it, and when she does her eyes brows furrow and her head tilts softly. “why what, mama” she replies to you in that same hushed tone, the term of endearment dripping with emotions you couldn’t understand, that you didn’t want to try understanding. understanding shuri udaku’s feelings was a challenges you weren’t born to take on.

“you keep, you keep calling me these names. calling me yours, holding me like im yours, But im not Shuri, i’m not yours and it hurts when you choose between acting like im your friend or your lover. it hurts” you end with a frustrated sigh. you wanted to be hers, oh so bad, but she made it a challenge, holding you close one moment but putting up a wall the next. The wall didn’t even make sense! it was okay to press kisses to your nape and forehead but asking you to be her girlfriend was too much? you didn’t understand, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t. you had multiple people you could be entertaining and if shuri thought otherwise she would be proven wrong. “I didn’t mean to hurt you y/n, i just i thought we already- i assumed wrong and im sorry” shuri’s words did nothing to soothe you, in-fact they confused you even more. what did she assume? did she think the two of you were already together?

“what did you assume shuri.” your words are quiet and sharp and it feels like if you don’t get an answer your heart might leap out of your chest and slap shuri itself. “I thought we were already, together, a couple. You met my mom, and my brother, we are always together. I thought that was being in a relationship” and this makes you laugh, a thick beautiful laugh. one that catches the panther off guard.

you laugh, and you don’t stop until you notice shuri isn’t laughing with you. “I’m sorry, i’m sorry, shuri you never asked me. you never asked me if i could be your girlfriend” and her lips part into an ‘o’ shape, you can see all the wires in her brain work together to realize that the whole time she thought she was parading around with her girlfriend, you thought she was just toying with your feelings. When she’s done thinking she looks back into your eyes and you think you’ve fallen for her all over again. the gaze she’s giving you is one of pure love and realization.

“Can i be your girlfriend y/n? please?” and you don’t respond, instead you just press your lips to hers and smile, and she does the same back, just kissing you and enjoying you, enjoying her girlfriend. hers. her swells with pride and joy and hours does the same. You guys sit there enjoying each other before you pull away “i mean by your standards we already are girlfriends right? since we are always together.”

[sensitiveandhungry]

Proud

bang chan x gn!reader

703 words

fluff, established relationship, chris and reader are so whipped

a/n: i wrote this for my beautiful moot, @whatudowhennooneseesyou <3. here you go my ruby, chris would be so proud of u. this was also very helpful to me to get me back into writing, so actually thank u, ruby.

recommended song: Matilda by Harry Styles

It was your graduation ceremony this week. You were so nervous, you had just been working so hard to get to this point. Years of classes, studying, and finals later you had finally finished and could graduate in your chosen college.

Due to life circumstances, you didn’t really have much in the way of family or friends, but you did have your ever-loving, loyal boyfriend, Chris. He had been with you every step of the way throughout your higher education. He was the one who made sure you took care of yourself during finals, tests, and study sessions. He was overall a steadfast source of support whenever you were having a hard time. It was of utmost importance to you that he attended your ceremony with you and that you celebrated together. 

On the day of the ceremony, you oh-so-carefully got ready, making sure everything was perfect. You wanted to feel your most confident as you walked the stage and accepted your degree. Chris was quick to compliment you, spinning you around and pointing out multiple things on your person that he loved. 

Driving in the car to the arena where the graduation was being held, you kept wringing your hands and picking at your nails. Chris picked up on your nervous habit pretty quickly, and laid a cool hand on top of your sweaty ones, giving a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay baby, you’re going to do so great, and it’s going to be a wonderful time.”

Chris dropped you off at the entrance so you could find your place in line within your college, and he went off to hunt for a parking spot. 

After the ceremony opened, it was soon your turn to stand up and get in line to receive your certificates. Your eyes frantically searched the seats of the arena, looking for Chris, and saw him absolutely beaming at you while waving his hands above his head. You gave a very happy wave back, a smile now on your face as well. Once it was your turn to go onto the stage, you were able to confidently walk, shake hands, receive your items, and pose for a picture. The entire encounter only lasted 30 seconds at best, but in those 30 seconds you could see Chris staring at you unabashedly, love and adoration completely apparent in his eyes, even from far away. 

After you went back to your seat and everyone else had gone, the president of each college came up to give their final speeches, and then you were all dismissed. You immediately made eye contact with Chris and began swimming through the crowd, determined to reach your lover as fast as you could. Once you reached Chris at a small clearing, he instantly pulled you in a big hug, rocking you back and forth before picking you up and spinning you in a circle. “You did it baby! I’m so proud of you! You looked amazing up there. All of your hard work has paid off.” Chris then picked up a bouquet that had been set at his feet and gave it to you. “Great job my love.”

You received the bouquet and gave Chris a kiss, making him giggle and turn a light shade of red. Then you managed to get the attention of a nice couple, who were able to take a picture for you and Chris. Once they handed your phone back, you looked at the picture and what you saw brought tears to your eyes. You were absolutely beaming into the camera, clinging onto the bouquet and Chris. Chris, however, also had a massive grin on his face, and was looking right at you. You could see how much he loved you in how he looked at you. You turned to him with your teary face and held his in your palms. “I love you Chris. Thank you so very much for being with me here today. You have no idea how much it means.” “I love you too, babygirl. I will always be here for you, no matter what. I am so, so very proud of you. I mean it. You have done so much to reach this point. Congratulations, my love.”

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[balbigalum]

Thank you so soooo much for doing my modern!aemond HC! Loved that you combined it to your other modern HC. And I have to agree with the other comments. I would also love another part! It is an amazing story and I would love to read more. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

nsfw under the cut

(part 1, part 2)

Days came and went and you didn’t hear back from Aemond. Some small hope had settled on your shoulders when he had come back to the flat and held you close but now it was gone. You sat by yourself during class and spent your free time studying for the finals, you didn’t want to think about Aemond anymore, you’d do anything to keep yourself occupied, but finals were done and now it was just you and your mind.

You’d stare at the painting of Azor Ahai and Nissa Nissa often these days, just watching it, you weren’t sure why, you knew how that story ended and didn’t matter how much you stared at the painting it would remain the same. Nissa Nissa dies, scared and by the hand of her only love, Azor Ahai saves the world and then what? Did he ever find love again? Did he waste away, holding onto the promise that killing her was for the greater good even if his heart said the opposite? You had to revisit the myth, to look up what happened to him after, maybe find where he was buried and visit the grave. Why? You weren’t sure, you weren’t sure of many things these days. 

A cup of tea rested between your hands while you were lost inside your own mind, it was cold by now, when you finally looked down you saw your phone had a few notifications piling up, none from Aemond of course. A couple friends from back home sending you stuff on social media, some funny video that reminded them of you when you were in secondary school, some emails from the bank, a message from your father, you were going to block your phone and leave it at the table when you saw an email that got your attention. It wasn’t junk mail but it wasn’t from anybody you knew. Its format was professional, your full name on display, in front of it a “Miss”, you frowned, nobody called you miss unless you were at your father’s office. 

The email contained a brief introduction, a date and a place on the upper eastside, the most exclusive part of Oldtown, discretion about this information was advised, if you were to accept this meeting you were legally binded to keep your mouth shut about it. You weren’t sure emails could pose as legal contracts but you didn’t want to reach to your family’s lawyer and have her tell your dad about whatever this was about. The email lacked a signature, on the bottom of the page appeared “A.H.T” and nothing else. 

You tried to pretend you didn’t care about it, tried to persuade yourself to think this wasn't related to Aemonda at all. A.H.T. You knew a quick google search would tell you if Aemond had a middle name, one that started with an H, but you didn’t wanna give into the temptation, it was best to keep him out, wasn’t it? 

The date the email had proposed was coming closer, it felt like the calendar on your wall was ready to burst into flames and engulf your whole apartment with you in it. When you managed to bite into every single of the nails on your left hand you’ve made a decision, you would show up, if Aemond wanted to say something you wanted to hear it. You tried to look inside of yourself, figure out how you felt, you weren’t angry at him, this was outside of his own control, you told yourself. Yes, he could have spoken out, act like a man and inform his family he wasn’t theirs to control, but at the same time, why would he sacrifice so much of himself just for you? 

-

The restaurant was expensive and private, when you announced yourself to the host at the front door he led you to a secluded table, a woman was waiting for you. She was older and possessed a beauty not many did, her hair was auburn and she was wearing large sunglasses, when she saw you she took them off, a tense smile on her lips. You sat across from her and she ordered for the two of you– just coffee. When the waiter was gone she finally broke the silence.

“I’m glad you came.” She said simply. You weren’t sure what to reply to that, you gave her a small smile, it was obvious that she was in control of this encounter and you weren’t sure how much you were allowed to ask. She was Alicent Hightower, wife to Viserys Targaryen. A.H.T. She told you some information about yourself disguised as small talk, something about your studies and who your father was, you nodded along trying to not give away how nervous this whole thing was making you feel. When the waiter brought both coffees and left her whole demeanor changed, it turned darker, she sighed and looked at her cup.

“What did my son do to you?” She asked, you froze in place. Aemond had upsetted you but you were confused at the interest of his mother over the subject, Aemond wasn’t even your boyfriend, you had shared small moments of tenderness and that was it. 

“I understand it’s hard to speak about it but you have a reputation and so does my family and I believe it’s in our best interest to manage this situation in private.” She reached out to you and held your hand, her grip was hard and not comforting at all, she was worried about this– even more worried than you were. 

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, ma’am.” You said. She dropped your hand and a thick silence made itself present between the two of you as she read your face. 

“My son hurt you.” She said. “Didn’t he? Aemond?” His name came out choked in his mother’s voice, like she didn’t want to say it. You shook your head.

“We had a… disagreement?” You said, you weren’t sure what to call that whole situation without having to get in detail. “But nothing more than that… He apologized already.” She seemed disoriented at that, she wasn’t expecting that. 

“Oh.” She said. “Forgive me then, I often find myself having to correct my son’s wrongdoings,” She drank from her coffee. “Aegon’s.” She added to clarify. 

“I’m sorry if I wasted your time, ma’am,” You said and she shook her head dismissing you.

“No, no, it was my mistake.” She didn’t say much after that, neither of you finished your coffee, she paid and said goodbye, you did the same. On your way home you debated the events, no Aemond, just his mother, he probably didn’t even know her mother spoke with you. You were warming up at the idea of just letting this whole thing go, chances were that next semester Aemond would do everything in his power to not share a class with you, you were never going to see him again. You knew it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, you shared a kiss and some meals, and your apartment and small conversations no one else heard, but that didn’t mean much in the long term, you weren’t allowed to mourn something that didn’t exist. 

-

In your dreams you got phone calls from Alicent, in your dreams you saw Aemond from across the street, in some he runs your way and asks for your notes, in some others he looks at you with disgust and leaves, even Aegon shows up sometimes wearing those hoodies that seem to swallow him whole asking you what do you do with his brother. You’re not proud to admit how much this is affecting you, you consider calling your psychiatrist a couple of times, maybe you should go back home for the next semester, be with people you know and not locked away in your apartment, bored and alone, with your own mind eating you alive. 

You tried to get out more, you invited some friends over whenever you could, you tried to stay away from solitude even if you didn’t really want to. It’s been just a week since you’ve seen Alicent and it still turns your stomach around. 

A new dress hugged your body while you were getting ready to go out, another desperate attempt to distract yourself, it was a deep violet color and you were sure you had some earrings that matched it. Before you could go get them someone rang your doorbell, you rolled your eyes, oftentimes when the flower shop downstairs was closed, people would call at your door thinking you might be the owner. You opened your balcony window and yelled.

“Wrong buzzer,” You said loudly. “It’s closed, man!” You didn’t even get to close the balcony window when it rang again, and again. “Gods.” You huffed. You made your way down the stairs to explain to them you had nothing to do with the shop. 

“Listen, sorry, but if it’s closed—” Aemond stood in front of you. You swallowed hard. It felt like you were seeing him for the very first time, really seeing him. Tall and handsome, his silver hair framing him, the same color as the moon, his lilac eye looking at you, waiting for something. “Aem–” He didn’t give you a chance to finish, his hands cupping your face quickly, kissing you deeply. 

“M’sorry, sorry,” He mumbled against your mouth, his breathing was labored, his movements were heavy, lacking his usual grace and smoothness, you thought you might be able to smell a tint of whiskey coming from him, he almost made you stumble back but catched you, hand on the small of your back.

“Aemond, wait,” You tried to speak. “I– Let’s go upstairs, please.” He nodded and allowed you to close the door behind him, you guided him to your apartment, even thought he had been there before, and he let you, holding his hand. He felt softer than most days, tender. 

Once you were in the safety of your apartment he hugged you from behind, draping himself on you, breathing you in, he sighed. “I missed you.” He said against the back of your neck. "I really did. I was so angry at Aegon after that night, and my mother she…” He didn’t finish the sentence. 

“Do they know you’re here?” You asked, you weren’t angry, just curious. He hummed, his thumb caressing your stomach. “I like your dress.” He commented, you liked having him this close, his embrace felt secure. 

“It’s not gonna happen again,” He said. “My mother, she can be a little… tricky and volatile. Aegon makes things hard for her.” He left the explanation floating in the air, you weren’t sure if he knew his mother had reached out to you, you figured you could ask him what he meant later, right now you just wanted him. You wanted him to take away every single worry he had planted in you like seeds, even the ones he left on accident.

You turned around to see him face to face and this time you kissed him. Slow and steady, finding your own ground. His hands played with your dress, you couldn’t blame him, the fabric was soft to the touch, he mapped your body, your waist and back, your neck and arms. “Aemond…” You said, trying to call his attention back to you. “Yes?” He replied, a mischievous smile on his face, his attention still on your body. “What do you need?” He asked, acting oblivious at the clear circumstance you both were in. “Aemond,” You repeated, this time it sounded closer to a whine. 

He lifted you up easily and it surprised you a little bit, he brought you two back to your room and settled you on the big bed that occupied it. He looked at you like you were prey, you knew he was holding himself back, you wanted him closer to you, as close as possible. He admired you for a second, allowing his hand to slowly stroke your leg, finding its way under your skirt and up your thigh, lifting up your skirt by a couple of inches and then going back down.

“I really like this dress,” He said. 

“You’ve already said that.” You reminded him, he smiled at you and kissed you, he was warmer than ever and you were starting to suffocate under so much clothes, you tried pulling at his shirt to let him know. “What is it?” He asked. “Off,” You pulled softly again. “I want it off… please?” A sudden wave of shame crossed your body until he sat back and unbuttoned his shirt.

He was pale and lean, he had a good build, you knew he trained but seeing it in front of you was different. 

“I want this off too,” He said, pulling at your dress. “Let me see you.” A shiver ran through your body and it pooled between your legs, you allowed him to take it off. Quickly he found a place in your neck, kissing and biting softly his way down your chest, you let a high pitched noise out when he sunk his teeth on your breast, kissing right over it after, his other hand was playing with the hem of your underwear. He was all over, you felt surrounded by him. 

“I’m sorry for leaving you all alone these past days,” He said, kissing down your stomach and taking your underwear off, you were exposed to him now, bare and horribly turned on. “I thought about you so many times… so many times,” He repeated while kissing your body. He spread your legs slightly, looking right at your center and you couldn’t help but blush, still that didn’t change the fact that seeing him in that position, pupils blown out, made you wet. 

“I feel I owe you.” He finished his sentence and placed a kiss on your venus mount, you held your breath as he sunk himself in your core, you could feel his tongue working you right where you needed it. He held your hips down against the bed to keep you from squirming and you couldn’t help but whine, especially when he paid attention to your clit, you were familiar with the sensation that was making its way to the pit of your stomach. 

You settled a testing hand on his hair, trying your best not to pull it, you just wanted to feel him, to let him know how he was making you feel. “Aemond,” You tried speaking but he continued, you felt a small vibration against you, had he moaned? The thought of him getting off to this, to him eating you out, the idea of him getting as much pleasure from it as you did tipped you over the edge. You called his name again and he stayed there drinking from you like it was the only thing that mattered in the world, helping you ride out your orgasm slowly. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and you tried not thinking much about it. You gave him a breathless smile and tried to pull him closer to you. His skin feelt hot to the touch, like he had a fever, and you just wanted to burn with him. He brushed your hair out of your face and you did the same to him, you took a second to look at his face, he was handsome, you knew that, you kissed him again, a chaste kiss this time while caressing his cheek and he leaned onto the touch.

“Let me?” You said, a hand on his belt and he nodded looking at your hands while you undid it, you could see him hard underneath his pants, wanting and waiting. He helped you take them fully off and you wanted to moan at his desire. 

He grabbed you tightly by your waist while he fucked you, you wanted him to fully let go, to let you have all of him. He let his forehead fall against yours while he trusted in and out of you. 

“I like you like this,” He said, you had a hard time keeping your eyes fully open. “You’re beautiful, even more than I imagined.” 

“You–” A small moan interrupted you when his thumb started caressing your clit. “You imagined?” You said, you weren’t sure how much sense you were making but he knew what you were asking, he let out a small laugh. “I did, yes… And I felt horrible for doing such thing,” He confessed, you tried to keep some of your focus on him while the rest of your mind was lost in the feeling of him, and his body, and how he was filling you up just right. “But I couldn’t help it, you know,” His movements got harder and faster, he was chasing his own pleasure now. “I just… I just need to be close to you.” It made sense now that he said it, the amount of times he stayed at your place for no other reason than just to see you. 

“Aemond.” You signed for no particular reason, you were getting closer to another orgasm with the way he was fucking into you, your hand over his while he touched you. “You’re gonna give me another one?” He asked and you nodded hard. He kissed you again, messy and sloppy, he was close too, you were becoming obsessed with the small noises he was letting out when he thought you weren’t really listening, you whined against his lips and he lifted your right leg over his shoulder for a better angle. You choked out a sob while you came, he followed soon after with a groan deep in his chest.

He stayed there for a minute, holding you in place, chest heaving, his pristine hair messy and a small layer of sweat made his skin glow. Even his pale chest was blushed now. 

He went into your bathroom without much of a word, when he came back he cleaned you softly like you could break. 

“Things are going to be easier now,” He said, petting your hair and kissing your cheek before getting into bed and manhandling you to be on top of him. “Only if you want to.” He added.

“I want to.” You said, your eyes were already closed and you were nuzzling his chest. He drew patterns on your back lazily. You were fighting to stay awake but you could sense he was brooding, thinking about a thousand things. You grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles.

“It’s okay,” You assured him. “We can’t talk in the morning, I promise.” You kissed his temple and fell asleep.

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[ilovedthestars]

Getting started on Draw Everything June!

I've decided I'm going to treat DEJ like an extension of the figure drawing class I took last semester, so I can keep maintaining those skills. That means probably no character art or even particularly polished drawings--just lots of gestures and anatomy practice.

I don't intend to do two of every pose, but I felt like I needed to start with quick warmup gestures and then I decided to do some slightly longer drawings. It was surprisingly uncomfortable to work like this--probably because I'm a bit out of practice, probably because I've gotten used to working big and at arm's length. I might get out my big drawing board for the next few so I can work bigger, instead of propping a largish sketchbook on my knee.

The gestures were all done in a minute or so, with vine charcoal. I mixed it up with the slightly longer drawings. Day 2 is the only one where I really bothered with contours, because I had two layers to refine it. I did a rougher pencil sketch and then put contours on top in pen. (You can see me correcting where the feet went). Day 1 was fun and angular--I usually struggle with the "draw the body out of flat planes" kind of studies, but with this pose it came pretty naturally. The day 3 pose was hard for me, and i went through a couple false starts in pen before switching for pencil for a different feel. It's a really dramatic gestural pose but I found it harder to refine.

Probably going to keep doing these in batches, since it's easier to warm up and draw for longer sessions. I'm going to try to keep posing them on tumblr as I go, too. Hopefully it'll be some extra motivation!

[robin-martin]

From Stress to Serenity: How Yoga Transformed My Life

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‍ Tired, burnt out, and constantly anxious – that's how I used to feel before I discovered the transformative power of yoga. In this article, I want to share with you how yoga changed my life and helped me find serenity amidst the chaos.

I stumbled upon yoga during a particularly stressful time in my life. Desperate for some relief, I decided to give it a try. Little did I know that this decision would be a turning point. From my very first class, I could feel the tension melting away as I stretched and breathed deeply.

My personal journey with stress and anxiety

For years, stress and anxiety had been constant companions in my life. The demands of work, relationships, and everyday responsibilities weighed heavily on my shoulders. Sleepless nights and racing thoughts became the norm. I knew I needed to find a way to break free from this cycle.

Discovering yoga as a coping mechanism

One day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a video of a yoga flow. Intrigued by the graceful movements and peaceful atmosphere, I decided to give it a shot. With a quick search, I found a local yoga studio offering beginners' classes and signed up.

Walking into the studio for the first time, I was greeted by a sense of tranquility. The soothing music, dimmed lights, and earthy scent created a calming ambiance. As the class began, the instructor guided us through a series of poses, focusing on deep breathing and mindful movement.

The science behind yoga and stress reduction

As I delved deeper into my yoga practice, I became curious about the science behind its stress-reducing effects. I discovered that yoga activates the parasympathetic nervous system, also known as the "rest and digest" response. This counteracts the "fight or flight" response triggered by stress, promoting relaxation and reducing anxiety.

Studies have shown that regular yoga practice can lower cortisol levels, the hormone associated with stress. It also increases the production of serotonin, a neurotransmitter that plays a key role in mood regulation. These physiological changes explain why yoga has such a profound impact on stress reduction.

How yoga transformed my physical health

Beyond its mental and emotional benefits, yoga also had a significant impact on my physical well-being. Before starting my practice, I had always been relatively inactive. Sitting at a desk for long hours and neglecting exercise had taken a toll on my body.

Through consistent yoga practice, I gained flexibility, strength, and improved posture. The various poses and stretches helped release tension in my muscles and joints. I noticed that I no longer experienced the chronic back pain that had plagued me for years.

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Yoga also enhanced my balance and coordination. The focus required to hold poses and move mindfully improved my body awareness. As a result, I became more graceful in my movements and felt a greater sense of control over my body.

Finding mental clarity and emotional balance through yoga

While the physical benefits of yoga were evident, the mental and emotional shifts I experienced were truly transformative. As I stepped onto my mat, I learned to let go of the outside world and connect with the present moment. The breath became my anchor, bringing me back to the here and now whenever my mind wandered.

The mindfulness and meditative aspects of yoga allowed me to observe my thoughts without judgment. I discovered that I had the power to choose which thoughts to hold onto and which to let go. This newfound awareness helped me break free from negative thought patterns and cultivate a more positive mindset.

Through regular practice, I noticed that my response to stressors had changed. I became less reactive and more resilient. Instead of letting minor inconveniences ruin my day, I learned to pause, breathe, and respond with intention. Yoga taught me to embrace imperfections and find gratitude in each moment.

Incorporating yoga into everyday life

Yoga is not just an hour-long practice on the mat; it is a way of life. I gradually began incorporating yoga into my everyday routine, finding moments of mindfulness and movement throughout the day.

In the mornings, I started with a few minutes of gentle stretching and deep breathing to awaken my body and set a positive tone for the day. During lunch breaks, I would find a quiet spot to practice a short meditation or take a mindful walk, grounding myself amidst the busyness of work. In the evenings, I would wind down with a restorative yoga practice, allowing my body and mind to relax before bed.

Tips for starting a yoga practice

If you're interested in starting your own yoga journey, here are a few tips to get you started:

Find a style of yoga that resonates with you. There are numerous styles to choose from, such as Hatha, Vinyasa, and Yin. Experiment with different classes or online videos to see what suits you best.

Start with beginner-friendly classes. These classes typically focus on foundational poses and provide modifications for different levels of flexibility and strength.

Don't compare yourself to others. Yoga is a personal practice, and everyone's journey looks different. Focus on your own progress and listen to your body.

Be consistent. Like any new habit, regular practice is key to experiencing the benefits of yoga. Start with a realistic schedule that you can commit to, even if it's just a few minutes a day.

Seek guidance when needed. If you're unsure about proper alignment or have specific concerns, consider taking a few private sessions with an experienced instructor.

Resources for learning and practicing yoga

With the rise in popularity of yoga, there are abundant resources available for learning and practicing from the comfort of your own home. Here are a few recommendations:

Online yoga platforms: Websites like Yoga International, Gaia, and Yoga with Adriene offer a wide range of classes for all levels.

YouTube channels: There are numerous yoga channels on YouTube that provide free yoga classes and tutorials. Some popular ones include Yoga with Adriene, Yoga with Tim, and Yoga with Kassandra.

Mobile apps: Apps like Down Dog, Glo, and Daily Yoga provide guided yoga sessions that you can access anytime, anywhere.

Books: If you prefer a more in-depth understanding of yoga, consider exploring books like "Light on Yoga" by B.K.S. Iyengar or "The Heart of Yoga" by T.K.V. Desikachar.

Conclusion: Embracing serenity through yoga

In a world filled with stress and chaos, finding moments of serenity is essential for our well-being. Yoga has been my saving grace, providing a sanctuary where I can reconnect with myself and find peace amidst the turbulence of life.

Through my personal journey with yoga, I have experienced the incredible benefits it offers – physically, mentally, and emotionally. From stress reduction and improved physical health to enhanced mental clarity and emotional balance, yoga has truly transformed my life.

I encourage you to embark on your own yoga journey and discover the serenity that awaits you. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced practitioner, the gifts of yoga are available to all who seek them. Take that first step onto the mat, breathe deeply, and let the transformative power of yoga guide you towards a life filled with peace and serenity.

[paunchsalazar]

have you taken any drawing or art classes outside the classes you took in college? I studied illustration in school but a lot of the actual drawing classes sort of sucked so I find myself wondering if it’s worth it to pursue a more formal class or if I should try more YouTube tutorials (books on drawing all seem to following a specific type of drawing that I don’t want to do or are too general). Mainly because I can spend time drawing but find myself stagnating without a goal or guide. This would also be both for my own personal hobby and sort of for my job. Maybe I’m just asking if you have any drawing resources that you found helpful. Also I’m sorry to hear you are burnt out but wanted to say painting en plein air is pretty fun and doesn’t have too much of a price tag for a gouache set and watercolor notebook and a couple of brushes (you can go pretty barebones with it and it was a nice way for me to get out of the house when I did it frequently)

hi!!

I haven't really taken any drawing or art classes outside of school since high school, one life drawing class with long poses and sometimes particular materials, another that was just an open session with a model and a teacher/artist who drew on their own and sometimes gave tips. otherwise, it's just been that and college classes.

agreed... I still doodle, but I feel like I just hang out in my comfort zone and make tiny incremental progress at best, but can't come up with anything in particular to push it...

I wish I had good resources, but I feel like I'm honestly in the same boat! i have friends that have taken classes for digital painting/lighting and some for boarding but never had the time to do so myself.. waiting to see how long I remain unemployed before signing up for something that takes multiple weeks/months.

yeah... i used to have a watercolor brush pen + travel set to sort of fill in simple drawings and maybe do quick studies, but I've never really sat down and tried to do plein air... i will see what color gouache paint I still have and see if I can do anything or if it will require a trip to the art supplies store. thank you for your encouragement!! seriously!! it is possible but intimidating...

[brehaaorgana]

Showin off my noodz. Painting and drawings that is.

Below are from my art class on figure painting the long pose.

Quick thumbnails done around the room at different angles before setting up. I did a series of small pencil thumbs, one notan sketch (4 values), and one monochrome watercolor pencil sketch.

Page two is a bigger color thumbnail study in cheap oil pastel, and some of my countless attempts to work out the arm foreshortening on the model.

Underpainting in uh raw umber I think. Whole first painting session was just composition of the figure and biggest shapes roughed in.

Picture of the studio after the model was dressed and left. I made some quick notes in markup about things I wanted to change or modify and the differences when actively painting. (When I'm painting there is an easel visible in the mirror, but after clean up, there isn't anymore.)

More adjustments and corrections I was considering making.

This is where I left off last Saturday! I'm a little bummed I couldn't take a photo of the in-between stage here. I missed a week of class so I couldn't do a full values underlayer, but I did verdaccio glazing. Basically I glazed certain parts of the body cobalt blue, pthalo emerald (hint of aliz red), or diox. Purple before I started layering skin tone paint over it. You can see a green glaze up on the left corner where the umbrella I'm rendering as a lamp is. That's what the green looked like over a lot of the skin! And I put the blue where that curtain is.

I think I need to push up the hairline again so the head doesn't look too small, sculpt the upper leg more, perhaps narrow some of the top of the left side arm, and bring back in that flesh fold by the bottom hip that I liked. Obviously her nipples and belly button will be painted back in, lol. As will her facial features and bigger definition in skin creases and overlap. I also need to fix the breast that's closer to the sheet, I moved it too far up for gravity.

But I will probably do mostly big background painting next week because we only have 2 sessions left and those are more fiddly detailing work.

Anyways this is really fun to do I've been getting into game planning for everything ahead of time and trying to do as much as I can.

[survivingnursingwithchels]

Week 6- Exams and Hurricanes

Hi everyone! It’s officially Friday! This week has been crazy academically and the added hurricane only made it crazier! The beginning of this week began with hardcore studying. I studied and only focused on my Patho exam that was yesterday. However, there were many trials and tribulations of getting to that exam that hurricane Helene had posed. Walking into the exam room with sopping shoes and socks, a soaked through shirt and shorts, was not on the to do list for this exam. Regardless, I conquered through and got done with the exam. In all honesty, I’m not sure how well I did on that exam under the circumstances that I was under. Regardless, it is done! As for my other classes, we are still doing childhood developmental studies for psych 420. As for my nursing class, we’re still on ethics and what/what is not ethical. This semester has gone by so quick, meaning, there's always another exam to study for around the corner.

[persimminwrites]

Min! Hey! For the Artist Asks game what about 2, 7, and/or 30?!

MAIA (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ thank you for asking <333

artist ask game questions

2. How long have you been drawing?

I started drawing when I was pretty young, probably ~10 or so and I've sporadically done traditional art ever since (more consistently in high school when I was taking art classes and then again more consistently after I graduated college and had more free time/money to buy traditional art supplies lmao). I started doing digital art ~2020!

7. How often do you use references?

99% of the time. There are some things where I might be able to pull a pose/portrait/object without referencing something but that's very rare and not something I'm typically trying to do on purpose. References are amazing and something I use constantly. I work so hard on my various Pinterest boards of references I've got to use them!!!!

30. What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

So many things!! Other artists - both digital and traditional, animated films and TV, just film in general! I love watching movies and trying to watch them through a critical lens - specifically paying attention to shot composition and filming style, books that I'm reading, film photographers that I follow on here and on insta. The world around me! I feel like I could go on and on. There's just so much lovely art and expression that you can access now online and I find it all so inspiring!! (I've started using the tag style envy on here to catalogue art I come across that really inspires me)

I can also point to a specific resource I'm constantly working on. I have a Pinterest board specifically called art inspo where I save art that inspired me - whether it's how someone sketched a pose, did their lineart, the color palette, lighting etc etc. I like to take a look through it every now and then and get reinspired and I've also started to do some quick studies where I pick something that really inspired me or an art piece I really loved and think about what i loved and try to do something derivative myself. I keep those for myself and don't post them but it helps me learn and grow and yeah!!!!