#why is this WC so meme worthy

[latent-thoughts]

Indian bowlers be like "jaldi karte hai out, phir Panvel nikalna hai."

😂😂😂

[urhoneycombwitch]

plan b

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foreword: thank you to this anon, this was just the right amount of sitcom Spider-man pointing meme-ery that I needed. wrote this with husky!neighbor!Eddie since I thiiiink I’ve established that version of him is modern so hopefully this aligns with my made-up canon. lol.

wc: 1.9k

cw: weight mention (in the context of finding meds, no numbers used), embarrassment on R’s end of kink discussion, frenemies vibes between R and Eddie (they get under each other’s skin but in a hot way <3), Eddie is soft-domming in public, no actual smut but still +18 mdni

DISCLAIMER: Plan B can really fuck your shit up and shouldn’t necessarily be used when introducing new kinks. Please do your research and consult w/ a medical professional before using. Putting the fiction in fic with this one.

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Christ, there are too many options.

Your vision is swimming in the Family Planning aisle, fluorescent overheads of the CVS taking up residence in your left temple.

You press your fingertips against the spot, massaging gently as you pull different brands of boxes from the shelf to inspect the instructions.

This one says take within twenty-four hours, that might be- oh, shit, there’s a weight cap. Dammit. And this one’s… twice the price? For fucking why?

Frustrated, you shove the expensive thing back in place. The words on the blue label next in line catches your eye- Pre-Seed Fertility Lubricant- and you snap your hand away, as if scorched. Nope. Opposite of what you need. Christ. Pre-Seed?!

It’s almost giggle-worthy. You take out your phone, glancing up and down the aisle; the store is empty this late at night, just an older woman behind the front registers who had greeted you earlier with bored corporate formality, eyes fixed on her magazine.

Picture of Pre-Seed, taken. Check that one off the list. The only person who you’d want to share a laugh over text about this with is the one person who does not need to know why you’re in the goddamn Family Planning aisle at ten PM. On a Thursday.

At least, not yet. You lock your phone, pocketing it before zeroing in on the purple and green-themed Plan B that boasts One Tablet, One Step.

Although it’s pricier than some of the other morning-after pills, it’s the only one that you feel fully confident about buying. You give the box a little toss, feeling the next-to-nothing weight of it in your palm. Fifty bucks for a tiny pill, one that you may not even end up using- but you’ll be goddamned if you’re caught unprepared.

“Can I help you find anything?”

Your blood flashes cold, then hot, as you realize who the voice belongs to- attention focused elsewhere, you didn’t hear Eddie sidling up the aisle until now.

He’s leaning into his arm on the nearest shelf, grinning wolfishly at his own joke, chocolate eyes lit up at having found you here. He looks obscene- biceps and chest bulging at the stretched fabric of his t-shirt, hair unspooling dark curls from a low bun, black ink tattoos rippling over his bare forearms and peeking out from beneath his collar.

Honestly, you don’t know why he wasn’t stopped at the door by the woman on night shift. He’s bordering public indecency with those fitted Levi’s alone.

Fortunately the shock of hearing Eddie’s low voice is not enough to send the Plan B in your hand flying- too late to reshelve it without him seeing, you cling to it tighter, plastic creaking under your grip as you pray to every god ever that he doesn’t notice.

“Oh! Hey. Hi. Haha, very funny.” Well, that was smooth, but at least you said something comprehensible. “What’re you doing here?”

Eddie doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss, using his free arm to reach for a pack of condoms near your head- “Late night shopping. Stocking up for the weekend. Can’t seem to keep these around, seeing as I’m being fucked out of house and home.”

”Well… apartment,” you correct, heart leaping at the smile lines that jump around Eddie’s eyes. This is good, maybe you can just keep him talking and find a second to shove the Plan B into a random spot or perhaps launch it into the sun-

Nope, too late. Mid-crinkle, Eddie’s eyes drop to the package in your hand, and you watch his face drop as he processes multiple trains of thought at once.

“Oh, shit. Is that… did we…?”

There’s a pinch between his dark brows, likely running through the last few weeks of your hookups (which have all been protected) and trying to do the mental math; you shake your head, trying to stammer through the flush of embarrassment that’s overtaking your system.

“No, it’s not- not from us. Not from you. I mean…” you trail off, shifting uncomfortably from one sneaker to the other as words hit a jam in your throat.

Eddie’s in a full frown now, pushing off the shelf, standing to his full height, confusion and hurt seeping into his expression, voice quiet and pitched deep- “Is it from someone else?”

“Oh my god.” This was a nightmare, right? You’d like to wake up now. “No, no, not from anyone else. It’s-”

A sharp exhale, a shake of your head, and the words loosen all at once- “I was gonna get it for us, for me, for this weekend, if you wanted to give me a reason to use it.”

Eddie goes as still as you’ve ever seen him before, fingers stopped in their usual constant tapping, blinking at the box in your hands.

His face smooths.

Then he smiles.

Your stomach flips.

Eddie slides the condoms back into the wrong spot, not bothering to look as he leans in close enough for you to smell the spice of his cologne as he says in a sex-dipped timbre: “Well if you wanted me to fill you up with my cum, why didn’t you just say so?”

A horrified, awkward squawk escapes before you can bite it back; your head whips down the aisle to make sure no one else was within earshot of his dirty mouth as you blindly shove the Plan B away, deep into a shelf. “Oh my god. Jesus christ.”

”Eddie is just fine,” he responds mildly, the cool demeanor to your rapidly heating one as his grin simmers wicked between dimpled cheeks.

“Forget it,” you start, shaking your head and making to brush past, embarrassment flooding in hot, “Just forget-”

Eddie catches you by the elbow, effectively locking you in place with a single move, but he’s not looking at you; with his free hand, he snaps up the slightly crumpled box and scans the words.

“Y’think one will be enough?”

The flood subsides, gives you pause enough to stutter out, “W-what?”

Eddie’s fingers flex on your arm. He turns the box over in his big hand, rings glinting. “We’d better get two. Just in case.”

Your skin feels the impression of his palm even after he lets go, like a Polaroid in rapid reverse as he grabs a second box, warmth fading fast from your skin. “I don’t think- I mean, that’s not how they work, I should probably find a more permanent sol-”

“Just for the weekend.” His eyes are back on you now, self-satisfied smirk giving way to something darker, more intense. “Yeah?”

A shiver casts goosebumps down the length of your body. He’s goddamn toying with you, in the middle of a fucking CVS. Despite your flare of irritation, you nod, voice nearly a croak as you echo, “Yeah.”

The grin lights up his face again. “Good girl.”

Eddie doesn’t give you time to react to this (verbally, anyways- your cunt is most certainly responding to the praise despite your best efforts to remain unaffected), using one large hand to hold both boxes and another to press at the small of your back, leading you down the aisle.

Truthfully, you’re grateful for the help (regardless of his dominance-based tendencies that don’t usually get you this easy); based on the ringing in your ears, you’re doubtful of your own ability to navigate the maze of aisles.

Eddie walks you both to the front register, and you watch as if outside of your own body while the cashier scans the barcodes and Eddie swipes his card.

He pockets the receipt, slides a finger through the handles of the plastic bag, and holds it out between your bodies. Right in front of the goddamn cashier.

”For you.”

This brings you back to yourself, a bit, mortification giving way to annoyance (a much more useful emotion in this scenario), and you snatch it to your chest. It’s your turn to grab Eddie’s elbow, half-dragging him towards the exit.

“Come again soon,” the cashier calls, still in monotone.

So close. You’re less than a yard away from the sliding glass doors that would have swallowed Eddie’s reply- but as it stands, he gets in one last cheerful wave, an award-winning, dimple-charmed smile to match his bright response.

“She will!”

Damn him. You give a final tug and you’re both out in the parking lot, glass doors closing automatically with a whoosh behind you, cool night air kissing at your cheeks.

”Seriously?” You’re mature enough to recognize that your anger is misplaced, adrenaline-fueled, but that doesn’t stop you from whirling on Eddie, giving his shoulder a sharp shove that (unfortunately, tantalizingly) doesn’t move him an inch. “I can never return to this fucking store. Thanks for that.”

Eddie really doesn’t help his case, grin turned shit-eating as he rustles through his various pockets for his pack of cigarettes- “Careful, sweetheart- you know how hot and bothered I get when you’re mad.”

”Unbelievable.” You turn on a swift heel, slipping the bag loops up your arm to dig for your keys. “You just got me blacklisted from our local drugstore and you don’t even care.”

There’s the snick of a lighter behind you, while your car a few spaces down chirrups and blinks in response to the furious press of your fob’s unlock button.

Eddie chuckles, sardonic and unsympathetic. “Too bad this is the only CVS in the whole world. I think you’ll live, princess.”

Ignoring this, you stomp towards your car, petulant, bag rustling; the door is half-open when Eddie calls, “So, are you coming over tonight, or what?”

“Obviously!”

The door slams with more force than you intend, sound ricocheting across the lot.

From the respite of your tinted windows, you watch as a streetlamp-haloed Eddie takes a drag from a cigarette, smoke drifting thick around a hazy visage of the hottest man alive. (Maybe you’re a touch biased. But your opinion is based on personal accounts, so fuck the naysayers.)

He tips his head back to look at the stars, pale column of throat illuminated- with a flush of realization, you scoff. He’s putting on a show for you.

Two can play, you think, driving your seatbelt into place with a click. But first I’m gonna have to make a stop at home. Namely for new undies.

[ghoultrifle]

There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 3 - Pleasure As It Was Intended

WC: 5k

Previously on FTFE: Dewdrop wants to try penetration. He has a few toys in mind but struggles to get the courage to buy them, fearing it will invalidate his gender. With Rain's support, he finally purchases the toys.

Summary: The toys arrive and Dewdrop gets to work, after a quick hyping up from Swiss

Notes: I am incredibly proud of this chapter and hope you all like it as much as I do. It's my first time writing porn with feelings so please hype me up :')

CWs: Sexual content, toys, gender dysphoria

And a big thanks to @v-ternus for being my sounding board <3

Read below the cut or on AO3

Dewdrop hears a knock, a brief rap on his bedroom door. He glances at the clock that sits crooked above his desk, mail time, he thinks. Peering through the peephole he can see Special walking away, making his way through the ghoul dorms, stopping occasionally to drop a parcel.

A small, nondescript box sits outside Dewdrop’s door. Imposing, menacing. It’s been carelessly thrown to the ground, evidenced by the rugged angle it sits at. He’s… angry. Angry that it’s been treated with such disregard; the contents of what must be assumed by Special to be another bong, or perhaps a new outfit, merely chucked outside his door like it has no significance to the fire ghoul.

The parcel quickly finds its way inside Dew’s room as he removes it from the doorstep with the same care as one might handle a bomb. He treats it like it’s a feral cat, holding it by the scruff of its neck lest it bite him. Inside the box, as far as Dewdrop’s concerned, are the items that determine if he’s worthy as a ghoul. That if they don’t end up inside him by the end of the day, he’ll be a failure.

Dewdrop decides he won’t let it get on top of him, he can’t afford to, doesn’t quite trust himself to sit alone all day with the parcel. So he throws himself into his duties. A couple of hours with Mount helping him re-pot his ever-growing plants. Lunch with Cirrus, Dewdrop laying in her lap as they watch some shitty reality show.

He spends the afternoon with Swiss, supposedly for band practice, but that never happens when it’s just the two of them scheduled. Sure, they do some practise but it’s mostly Dew dicking around with his guitar as Swiss vocalises with the disjointed sounds. They’ve been at it for a few hours when Dewdrop’s mind fades back to the parcel, still unwrapped, waiting for him on his bed.

“Howdoyouusesextoys?” Dewdrop blurts out.

Swiss isn’t sure he heard right, there’s no way Dewdrop doesn’t have a kinky treasure trove full of toys. “Woah woah slow down cowboy! What did you say?”

He’s met with another mumbled string of sounds that vaguely sounds like it mentions toys. It’s Dewdrop’s demeanour that leaves Swiss worried, though. The ghoul that minutes ago he was having to wrestle the guitar off as he played some shitty meme song, now taking shaky, uneven breaths and avoiding eye contact like Swiss is Medusa.

“Hey, droplet, I’m not teasing you, I just need to hear what you said… I can’t help you if I don’t know what you want,” Dewdrop opens his eyes, tries to take deep breaths. But deep breaths don’t help when it feels like he’s suffocating. He feels a grounding palm smooth over his stubble, sees those big golden eyes shining back with nothing but love for him, he remembers why he chose Swiss.

He inhales, looking away briefly to ask, “Bought sex toys for Rain to use on me. Dunno what to expect, I guess. Thought you might know,” the room is still as both ghouls take in what Dewdrop just said, before he remembers to clarify, “They’re uh internal toys like dildos ‘n vibrators ‘n shit. I’ve never put anything up there before, figured a whore like you would’ve though,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood as Swiss stares on in a mixture of confusion and offence.

“Ohh I see, come to the resident slut for advice? Well you’ve come to the right place. Whatcha worried about? We both know Rain’s been around, it’s not like he doesn’t know what to do.”

“No, I know Rain’s gonna be fine with it, it’s me that’s worried. What if it feels weird or if it hurts or if I like it so much I detransition?”

“What if?” Swiss poses, something Dewdrop hadn’t considered, what if? “You and I know full well Rain won’t do anything if you’re not enjoying it.”

“Swiss!” Dewdrop groans in frustration, dragging out the ‘s’ at the end of his name, “I just wanna, you know,” he motions vaguely at nothing with his hands, “get some pointers, some tips?”

“Well you’re right, they do have tips!” They both laugh at Swiss’ poor attempt at humour, “I do faintly remember the first time I used a dildo, if you wanna know about that?” he asks. It’s becoming clearer that Dewdrop just wants assurance that it’s going to be alright, even though he knows in his heart that it will be. The multi ghoul receives a sheepish nod in return.

“Alright, well I was on my own so all I had was ‘ol faithful to warm me up, get me nice and open,” he smirks, doing jazz hands showcasing his thick fingers, “I really took my time getting myself nice and wet. I was pre-T so there wasn’t much to get hold of but I did the best I could, really stroking myself until I was basically leaking. Then I just lubed Glenda up and put her in, wasn't much resistance. I played aroun-”

“Hold up, your dildo’s named Glenda?!”

Swiss scoffs, “What about it? I’m not the one that’s too scared to put Glenda in my pussy,” it’s all in good humour, they both know it. And hearing about Swiss talk so honestly about it has put Dewdrop at ease. He feels like he can laugh now, like he can breathe again, deep breaths full of all life has to offer. “Anyway, I played around with the angles until it hit that fucking dynamite spot, you’ll know it when you hit it,” Swiss promises, a smile creeping across his face as he reminisces, “and the rest was history. A lil bit of thrusting here and some stroking there and I came so hard I cried,” he deadpans, as if he’s not recounting a story of him masturbating.

“Seriously, spitfire, you’ll love it, I’m sure,” and it’s all Dewdrop can do to pray to Satan below that Swiss is right.

Dinner runs without a hitch, Dewdrop eats a respectable amount for a guy so nervous about his imminent gut-rearranging. And more importantly, he thinks he’s managed to keep it a secret, Rain still doesn’t know the toys have arrived. The water ghoul is living in blissful ignorance to the sweet, tender sex that will follow their usual post-dinner makeout session. That for the first time, Dewdrop will be an active recipient of pleasure, and he’ll enjoy it; at least that’s what he hopes.

It starts as it does most nights, Rain playing footsie with Dewdrop, sliding his scaly foot up and down the fire ghoul’s shin, making those dumb heart eyes at him. Dewdrop swears if Rain was a cartoon, his eyes would spend half the time booming out from their sockets in adoration for his mate, it’s endearing really. Following their adolescent flirting, Rain excuses the pair of them from the already emptying table; if the way Aurora looks at Cumulus is anything to go by, they’re not the only ones with evening plans.

They get as far as the dorm corridor before Dewdrop boxes Rain against the cold, stone wall. The taller ghoul freezes, a forward move from Dewdrop. He can’t quite bring himself to move when Dew begins to mouth at his neck, angling for Rain to bend down and kiss him. Instead he basks in the heat on his jaw as Dewdrop sinks his teeth into Rain’s pale flesh. He moans and the vibrations in his throat only further encourage the shorter ghoul.

“What’s gotten into you, spitfire? Normally you can at least wait until we’re back at yours,” Rain asks as he brings a hand down to knead at Dewdrop’s barely-there ass.

Between sucking and bruising the ghoul’s neck, Dewdrop speaks up, “Hyping myself up.”

“For…?”

“Toys,” Dewdrop whispers, seductive yet laced with a tinge of worry.

Before leaving that morning, Dewdrop had the foresight to at least unpackage and clean the toys, even he was smart enough to know that cleaning toys is a real mood killer, especially for a ghoul already on edge about the whole thing. If there was anything that Dewdrop could prepare for in advance, he was going to do it.

So, laying bare to the world on his bedside table were the toys, sitting proud. Rain didn’t notice them immediately, too focused on the fire ghoul attached to his neck, trying to manoeuvre them into Dewdrop’s room without either of them tripping or stepping on each other. They catch his eye as his mate backs him up towards the bed until his knees give, ungracefully stumbling onto the mattress. Hurried hands fly between them to undress each other. Dewdrop’s fingers filled with nervous energy, struggling with his jeans and Rain, the ever helpful boyfriend gently undoing the button and sliding them down, taking in Dewdrop’s form, just a binder and boxer briefs now. “Fuck he’s handsome,” Rain thinks, verbalising his thoughts to the grinning ghoul above him.

“Wanna use ‘em on me? Was thinking get the dildo out the way tonight?”

“Fuck can’t wait baby, gonna make you feel so good. How do you want to do this?”

Dewdrop answers with a gentle push to Rain’s shoulders, settling him down in the middle of the bed before shedding his underwear and climbing atop the water ghoul, back to chest. The weight of Dewdrop is really nothing to complain about, spread over Rain’s body, it’s barely uncomfortable, more of a weighted blanket if he had to compare it. Besides, if it’s what his droplet wants, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give him exactly that.

With him, Dewdrop brings the toys, laying them carefully by Rain’s hip alongside a bottle of lube. Once settled, he takes a moment. What for, he isn’t really sure. Maybe to calm himself down, but he feels an odd sense of relief, of readiness. He isn’t scared anymore. He wants it to happen, he’s excited even. Perhaps that’s why he’s slowed down, to appreciate and bask in the feeling.

As he lays on Rain, his golden hair resting perfectly on the water ghoul’s neck, Rain lifts his head up to meet Dewdrop’s scalp pressing long kisses into it. “So proud of you baby,” he whispers between them, hand idly thumbing the silicone toy by his side. Rain was truly happy with the idea that Dewdrop would never try penetration, he was content to live out their lives as they were. With that, he could sense Dewdrop’s hesitation, how he became disengaged during sex if Rain’s hand ever veered too low. But the way he acted didn’t seem to be fear, no, Dewdrop’s face would turn pensive, as if he were pondering what if? A poignant question the fire ghoul now knew the answer to. Well perhaps not the answer, but he’s certain he’s explored his feelings enough to know he wants it and he wants it now.

The binder still clinging to his chest is becoming uncomfortable at best with how Dewdrop’s sweating at Rain’s sweet words of encouragement and that familiar cold hand roaming his stomach. It’s itchy and riding up at the bottom but he doesn’t care, he’s too caught up in the moment, something he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced. To not be hyper aware of every sensation but instead to be dialled in on a specific feeling, it’s bliss.

Against him, Dewdrop can feel Rain pulsing, leaking onto the small tuft of hair at the small of his back. It feels odd, to be the one selflessly experiencing pleasure, Rain gladly putting aside his own needs in favour of pleasing his mate.

“My sweet baby boy, I can feel you leaking, may I?” Rain asks, bringing deft fingers to Dewdrop’s entrance, hovering, waiting for permission. Dewdrop need only bring his hand over Rain’s before the water ghoul gently swipes over his folds, bringing his slick-soaked hand to his mouth. “Oh Dewdrop you taste divine. Thank you for sharing this part of you with me.”

It’s not even an attempt at dirty talk but it makes Dewdrop’s stomach jump nonetheless. He’s finally starting to believe Rain loves him as he is. While Rain is preoccupied salivating over the taste of the fire ghoul, Dewdrop flicks open the cap on the lube as he squirts a generous amount onto the head of the light purple toy

“Would you do the honour?” Dewdrop asks weakly, offering the slicked up toy to the water ghoul.

“Want to let you have this moment Dewdrop,” Rain replies, this is Dewdrop’s journey, he’s just along for the ride. Dewdrop teases his entrance, letting the purple head get even wetter as he drags it along his folds, collecting slick as small whines escape his lips. It once again surprises him how at ease he feels. After years of turmoil, worrying that he’s faking it all, he’s never felt as sure of his identity as he does in this moment.

“Whenever you’re ready droplet”, Rain coos, placing chaste kisses on Dewdrop’s neck. And with that Dew pushes in, slowly but steadily moving the toy until his hand lies flush with his skin. It’s an odd feeling, a completely new, foreign sensation but it doesn’t feel wrong. Far from it. It brings with it an overwhelming sense of familiarity too, an instinctual need. He knows exactly what to do. It’s not rocket science, Dewdrop knows this, but he’s still taken aback by just how easy it feels. It’s with that realisation he cautiously begins to pump the cock in and out of his dripping cunt.

As Dewdrop lay atop Rain, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, the fire ghoul finds a respectable rhythm, butterflies in his stomach every time he thrusts the silicone deep inside him. He can’t believe he’s put it off for so long, denying himself divine pleasure. Filling the room along with the slick sounds of Dewdrop fucking himself are the sweet words of encouragement spilling from Rain’s lips like a burst dam.

“So proud of you, droplet, can hear just how much you like it.”

“That’s it, keep going, fuckkkk just like that.”

“Feel how hard you’re making me? Shit- that’s all you, spitfire. You and your insatiable body, such a good boy.”

The words imprint themselves on Dewdrop’s brain, burned in forever. Rain’s not telling him how pretty he is or groping his chest, he’s appreciating Dewdrop for exactly who he is, a man. And for once, he’s not jealous that Rain has a dick, doesn’t spite him for it. Because he, too, is experiencing pleasure and he got it all wrong, he doesn’t need a penis for that. Sure it would be nice but right now he feels pretty fucking incredible. Rain’s words have such an effect on Dewdrop that he’s becoming too worked up to keep a steady rhythm, the stimulation is too much to concentrate on keeping it going. He crooks his head back, asking silently, and Rain just knows what he wants.

The dildo changes hands, Rain now in charge of Dewdrop’s pleasure, entrusted with making the fire ghoul feel good, and boy does he deliver. Pressing pretty kisses to Dewdrop’s neck, his hand fumbles for the toy. The transition is near seamless and Dew melts. It felt good before but shit Rain knows what he’s doing, angling it just right to make Dewdrop cry out a choked moan- Swiss was right, Dew did know when he hit that spot. The spot that makes his stomach churn in the best way as he listens to the slick nosies and the sound of Rain’s skin slapping against his inner thigh as he pumps Dewdrop full.

He’s writhing on Rain’s tense body now, hips canting towards the stimulation, rocking into the water ghoul’s cock, smearing pre against the small of his back. Dewdrop can’t bring himself to care about the torture he must be inflicting upon his mate. He’s been so selfless all these years, he’s giving himself tonight to be completely selfish about his needs.

His orgasm starts to build and he vocalises, “Oh fuck I- I think I’m close fuck please don’t stop. Please. Keep going. Fuck. Rain. Ah. Keep-” Rain shushes him to give his permission. Not that Dewdrop needed it, but to let the fire ghoul know Rain’s not going anywhere.

“Lean into it darling, let go for me. Such a good boy, taking it so well. So proud of you, baby,” and with those words Dewdrop is clenching around the toy as his cunt spasms and he whines high and reedy, uncaring about pitching his voice lower, he doesn’t need to perform for anyone, not right now, anyway. Rain can feel Dewdrop’s release coating the toy in such copious amounts it’s running off and onto the water ghoul’s digits. 

Dripping onto his balls, Rain can feel just how wet Dewdrop is as slick gushes out of his hole. Rain wants nothing more than to gather his boy’s slick and jack himself to an almighty climax, but not tonight. There’ll be plenty of nights for that to happen. Tonight is all about Dewdrop. Rain would truly be happy to never cum again if it meant Dewdrop could finally live in pleasure instead of pain. Rain’s had his good times, he’s lived his life; Dewdrop’s is only just starting.

Dewdrop’s still in a state of awe. He did it. He got off. On just internal stimulation. A feat he truly never believed he’d be able to do, despite his years-long curiosity about it (okay, the base of the dildo relentlessly hitting his clit might have been part of it, but still, it’s all connected, right?). As he comes down from the first high of the night, Rain babbles nothing but praise, eager for his love not to drop after such an intense high. He knows how easy it would be- post nut clarity is no joke and Dewdrop’s worked himself up about this so much, it wouldn’t take a lot for him to spiral. To feel that shame creeping up, enveloping him in a thick coat of inescapable humiliation at him, a man, enjoying being fucked like a woman. So Rain doesn’t let it happen, showering him with enough praise to make anyone blush, rocking his dick against Dewdrop every so often to remind him that he’s desirable.

Hair sticks to Dewdrop’s face as he pants, still overcome with euphoria from the intensity of his orgasm. He suddenly feels himself clenching around nothing, opening his eyes to see the toy in Rain’s hand. Fuck- it’s dripping in cum and oh Rain’s bringing it up towards them, past Dewdrop’s face and he’s moaning as he takes it hungrily in his mouth, to the hilt, moaning into it. “Wanted to test the theory it taste even sweeter after the event, my love,”

“And…?” Dewdrop probes.

“What do you think, droplet?” The water ghoul smirks, brining the toy to Dewdrop’s swollen lips, “See for yourself.”

A tentative tongue makes its way to the tip of the dildo giving an exploratory lick. It’s not nice per se but there’s something about being able to taste his own release that makes it that much nicer. Still, he’s not sure it tastes divine but perhaps Rain is really that in love with him.

“Ready for round two?” Dewdrop questioned, a grin adorning his blissed out face.

“Fuck- really? Anything for you, Dewdrop. How do you want it? Want me to pump you full again, or I could eat you out? Perhaps you-”

“-m not ready for you to touch me there yet I don’t think, sorry,” he blurts out and Rain’s heart sinks. Not at Dewdrop’s sentiment but that he feels sorry for it.

“My spitfire, that’s more than okay. You don’t ever have to be ready, this is already more than I ever imagined we’d do together. Satan, I’m so lucky to have you. Want to try the vibe instead?”

And just like that, Dewdrop’s inspecting the vibrator, hands travelling over the plane of the toy, feeling the ridges before testing the mechanism. Slowly twisting the dial at the bottom, wondering if it’s broken until- buzz. It’s intense, the blood being drained from his fingers as the toy throbs in his hand.

“Easy, Dewbug, we’ll start off slow and build up to that. Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” and Dewdrop does trust him. It’s finally sinking in that Rain truly does have Dewdrop’s best interests at heart.

Dewdrop spreads his legs once more, cool air hitting his clit despite it being almost hidden beneath his curls. He clenches on instinct, cringing when he feels another glob of his release make its way to the pool collecting on Rain’s lithe body. It surprises him. He doesn’t feel disgust or shame at his body’s response to the fucking incredible action of Rain’s hand, he feels proud he was able to cum for Rain, to be a good boy.

“Fuck baby, still leaking, huh? So good for me,” Rain whispers.

With that, Dewdrop hears the familiar rumble of the vibrator. A sleek, black thing, phallic in size but not in aesthetic. The mechanical whir fills the room, though it’s not as overbearing as when Dewdrop cranked the dial all the way, it’s a more subtle hum.

Rain hesitates, bringing a hand up to rest on Dewdrop’s stomach, “Droplet, can I touch you?” he asks.

“You just fucked me silly with a dildo, of course you can do it with the vibe,” Dewdrop replies, enamoured by his mate but slightly confused nonetheless.

“I mean- your uhm chest, Dewdrop. Want to feel your heart beat as I take you apart.”

He ponders, the purr of the motor a backdrop to his thoughts. It’s not like Rain would see his chest, or even really feel it, hidden behind the thick wall of his binder. And thinking about it, even if he did, Dewdrop’s not sure he’d mind. Rain’s carved out their time together as a place for Dewdrop to truly be himself. The offer has always been there to not bind, to raise his voice back to its natural pitch, Rain made it unequivocally clear that he doesn’t mind. But Dewdrop always has, until now.

A small nod accompanied with a hushed yes is all Rain needs to start. After years of spending almost every waking moment together, Rain knows when his mate is being sincere. Enthusiastic consent is the only consent is a great general rule but their connection goes deeper. The non-verbal signs, the way Dewdrop’s breathing steadies when he feels safe and his eyes search for Rain’s to ground himself. The way his eyes scrunch and his lips curl up almost imperceptibly when he’s around Rain. It’s not apprehension, it’s nervous excitement about experiencing yet another new sensation, even if it is through the plate of his binder. And Dewdrop knows Rain would never go further than he wants, not without explicitly asking. So he lies there safe in the knowledge that creeping fingers won’t find their way under the hem of his binder, but will freely roam atop it, mapping out Dewdrop’s contours.

Whimpers accompany Rain’s renewed movement, vibrator making feather light touches to Dewdrop’s dick as his other hand plants itself over the fire ghoul’s chest, the wide span covering him almost entirely. It’s like being jacked off by The Flash, the plastic beating down on his clit with an unrelenting pace while Rain keeps his hand steady, letting the toy do all the work. Moans fill the room as Dewdrop squirms atop Rain.

“Does it feel good, baby? Yeah? Keep making those noises for me, fuck.”

All the apprehension, the years of turmoil, only for Dewdrop to be a whimpering, writhing mess within an hour of getting his (and Rain’s) hands on himself. It’s funny really, in hindsight. And he’s glad he can finally indulge himself in these fantasies, that his mind allows him to enjoy himself.

With that thought, Rain’s deft hand cranks the dial, the buzz turning to a roar as the vibrator near shakes under Rain’s digits. Bringing it back down to Dewdrop’s clit, the fire ghoul shouts, “Oh fuck Rainy- shit- I- awgh- so much- I,” he’s trembling under Rain’s touch, hips bucking into the vibe, desperate to get off on the stimulation that’s both far too much and not enough.

The hand on Dewdrop’s chest begins to roam, firm touches tracing his body, committing it to memory. The first time of many, Rain’s sure, if the wanton moans leaving Dewdrop’s lips are any measure to go by. His hands brush over the light smattering of hair on Dew’s stomach and Satan below Rain wants to worship Dewdrop’s body forever, remind him each and every time just how fucking hot he is. It would be an endless back and forth of Rain smothering him in compliments and Dewdrop not believing a word. But perhaps with enough time, he’d come around.

Rain’s hands continue their ministrations as the squirming ghoul above him becomes louder with each circle of the vibrator around his dick. The water ghoul is just about to check in when Dewdrop interrupts him, “Close! Ah- shit- I’m about to cum- please- don’t stop- just like th- ahh fuck,” he hisses. It only spurs Rain on, increasing the pressure and finally turning the vibe up to the maximum intensity. Drawing circles around his clit, occasionally dipping below to gather Dewdrop’s pre and cum from his first orgasm. The slick noises that fill the room, combined with the insane amount of stimulation Dewdrop’s receiving, have him spilling almost instantly with a cry, “-m cumming, fuck Rainy thankyouthankyouthankyou fucking ahh.”

A minute passes, at most, before Rain is turning down the dial and smoothing his hand over Dewdrop’s binder, fixing it’s twisted state on his chest. Sure that his mate is finally satiated, now is definitely the time to make sure his mental state doesn’t drop in that post-orgasm haze. Cum-drunk is the best way to describe Dew, a wide smile on his face, eyes barely open, and chest heaving as he recovers from one of, if not the most, intense orgasms of his life.

“How are you feeling, droplet? You were so good, took it all so well.”

“I feel… like I want to go again. Want you to fill me up, fuck, that was so hot. I think I said it a moment ago but thank you for indulging me Rainy, there’s no one I’d rather pump me with a toy,” he finishes with a kiss blown to his mate.

Rain giggles at Dew’s sentiment, ever the romantic, “Maybe not tonight, sweetheart, already gone stiff, not sure I could guide you through another orgasm. And wouldn’t want you getting greedy, hmm?” He jokes.

Stiff, Dewdrop thinks, shifting in place to confirm his suspicion, shit he’s still hard. “Wait, don’t you want to get off? Only feels right after what you gave me.”

“I’ll be fine, handsome, there’s always tomorrow.”

An idea worms its way inside Dewdrop’s mind, “We could use the vibe, could jack you off, make you fuck my fist?”

And how could Rain so no to his puppy-eyed boyfriend and his incredulously horny suggestion. Dewdrop sits up, kneeling over Rain’s legs. Vibrator in hand, he starts it up and closes his fist around Rain’s weeping cock. Rain shudders at the sensation, at finally having something more than the friction against the small of Dewdrop’s back. It’s intense, the fire ghoul wasting no time in jacking the vibe up to the maximum setting, hell bent on just getting Rain off, and he isn’t complaining. “Oh Dewdrop I love you so much, fuck- don’t know what I’d do without you in my life- ahhh keep going, ‘m already close,”

“Aww baby, can’t keep going just a little longer? No? I don’t blame you, the show I put on was fucking hot, wasn’t it?” 

All Rain can do is nod fervently in response to Dewdrop’s questions. His ruddy head sliding through the fire ghoul’s slick hand, sliding up against the hard plastic of the vibrator. The mix of hot and cold drives him crazy as he utters more confessions of love to his mate. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s said it, but it feels so much more real, knowing he’s seen this vulnerable side of Dewdrop. The smaller ghoul always feared that if he let this side of himself be seen, he’d be left, upset and alone for eternity. Seeing that Rain still loves him after tonight, well fuck if that doesn’t encourage him to make Rain scream his name.

“Wanna hear you,” he mutters.

“Oh yeah, baby? What do you want to hear? You’re being such a good boy for me, gonna bust all over your hand.”

“Want you to say my name,” Dewdrop says, unsure if it’s a question or a statement, but Rain knows exactly what to do.

Dewdrop braces himself on Rain’s chest and the heat of his palm pushes Rain over the edge, “Oh Dew, fuck you treat me so well my Dewdrop, I fucking love you, don’t you ever forget it,” he cries out to anyone who could be listening, and he’s sure there are people getting their fix on the sounds emanating from the room. Dewdrop keeps his hand steady as ever, watching Rain’s cock spurt thick white ropes, seemingly endlessly, twitching as the water ghoul cants his hips with an ever waning intensity.

“Fuck, I love you too, Rain.”

And Dewdrop means it with no hesitation. He’s not sure any other person could have made tonight as incredible as Rain has. He’ll never understand what he did for Satan to reward him like this, but he doesn’t need to know, just having Rain is enough.

[theomnicode]

One of my friends who has to listen to my meta jabbering on discord is on the same boat, that Saigenos can never happen and it's all just teasing and we'll just be disappointed in the end.

But the thing is, you'd have to question the motivation as to why they would write and draw so many tiny things on the background, like Genos apparently wearing Saitama's heart shaped boxers if it won't ever serve any kind of purpose besides fanservice. It's a ton of effort for zero value in that case, like changing the Garou fight just to piss off good portion of WC readers for years in advance, when Saitama had the biggest fight in his life and the biggest REASON to actually fight and grow out of his stagnant state is BECAUSE of Genos. And without, he didn't have the motivation to do anything. He spiritually died with Genos because he could not physically die.

OPM has so far quite clearly defined the fanservice, being in your face and being overly exaggerated and innuendo laden even. Saitama's problems and inner struggles are established early on and you really have to look at how relationships in opm are portrayed; for a fictional world with superhumans, they feel very organic. For as weird as Saitama and Genos interactions can get because they share the same braincell, nobody has ever made any fun out of it. It's not treated like a meme. It's not fanservicey or exaggerated, it's always been subtle and more wholesome than anything. Though admittedly it does have funny innuendos in the cd dramas, we can't escape those. They're very funny and wholesome in their relationship because they do silly things like Saitama going out naked in bodypaint and domestic things together, but the relationship itself is not the funny gag part.

If it was just for fanservice, it would be treated like rest of the fanservice and not as something more serious in nature with actual build up.

Nor do I ever see Saitama actually getting together with anybody else, despite the facts that he craves intimacy, because he's also extremely picky about who he trusts and who he lets close and Genos is really the only one who ever got this emotionally close to Saitama.

In order to self-actualize as a character and as an adult, Saitama very obviously desires for a romantic partner in some capacity and Genos basically bulldozed his way into Saitama's life and shoehorned himself into being his life partner. I joke that they got married before they started dating, because it's true.

If you were to ask me...it would be upsetting if Saitama never resolved his issues, inner struggles and never got what he actually and truly wanted out of his life, despite all the struggle he's going through.

Something like FAMILY, because it is something he has always lacked and would become a being worthy of the name God to preserve it.

Genos is just one part of the puzzle, but very obviously the most important piece when it comes to social interconnectivity in Saitama's life. Partner acquisition scores very high on the self-actualization needs. And you can't really have a true family with kids and even a dog without a life partner.

Also I don't think people give Genos enough credit when it comes to maturity. He's still learning wisdom of life, as it's expected of a person his age and he may seem naive because of that and because he has memory issues, being too trusting and very exuberant, but he handles the adulting part pretty darn well if you ask me. Ironically, better than Saitama. He's still a character who had to grow up far too young and so bears the wounds from that. There's still plenty room to grow as well, we're only like halfway or one third through the series after all. But Genos never came off as a baby to me personally, he's just neurodivergent cyborg lol.

Regardless, he has to come to terms about his own infatuation about Saitama at some point too and what does HE want from life. But again, it would be quite upsetting if Genos just hopelessly pined after someone and never got what he wanted either, because Genos doesn't have anybody else besides Kuseno and Saitama. And he doesn't want to get any closer to other people to emotionally care about them, because he's afraid to forge those kind of new connections with anybody else who is not basically indestructible like Saitama is. That's the trauma from losing your family and your entire town to a Mad cyborg. He may be able to forge new bonds as time goes on, like friendship, but nobody will ever come as close as Kuseno and Saitama are to Genos.

ONE promised us a happy ending and I am hopeful that he intends to keep that promise. It's a heroic story after all. Oh and Saitama won't lose, there's also that.

I just want them to be bloody happy, that's all. And it is plainly obvious that they cannot unless he other is also happy and in their life.

Also, one big thing. Why would this be changed for the direction of manga from the direction of WC, if it wasn't also something very important? Because Saitama and Genos are the main character and the second most important character in the series.

They could have just kept their relationship the same as WC or not do much anything with it. But apparently this is the direction they chose to go from WC to Manga adaptation. This bond that they forged will probably be more important than people realize. The bonds between all the characters set them apart from their WC counterparts, so it's not just because "Oh they're just doing it to tease the shippers, that's all."

OPM manga was born as ode to the friendship and bond ONE and Murata formed after all, when ONE was ready to quit drawing the wc and Murata suffered from health problems.

Nobody is saying Saigenos have to be specifically romantically/sexually involved, because platonic intimacy exists. But they are already set as partners for life and that's what matters.

I rather be hopeful personally than become a cynic.

I'm gonna toss in some smooth Keanu Reeves here. "I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover." "No! Because if you're a lover, you gotta be a fighter." "How so?" "Because if you don't fight for your love, what kind of love do you have?"

I've legit never seen anybody fight as hard as Saitama does for those he cares about.

(Also I don't mind soulbond tropes, tbh that would be awfully romantic that Saitama is defying fate, time, causality and God itself so Genos doesn't die on him because of reincarnation soulbond or something)

(Genos is also so obviously queer-coded it hurts, it would be such a sad character inclusion and writing if all he ends up doing is pining because he's so gay and there's nobody else for him, he only has eyes on Saitama. It would break my heart.)

There is a saying in Spanish that goes like “you are afraid of success” and it’s used when you tell someone they aren’t risking things and going all out, take the leap so to speak.

I’m always telling my Spanish speaking friends that ONE and Murata are afraid of success (obviously I’m in no place and have no authority to determine that with any substantial knowledge, but you get my meaning) when it comes to Saigenos.

Of course the potential is there and I’m sure as hell they are well aware of the fame the ship has, if only because they kinda directly… have addressed the effing thing. But I know a homoerotic relationship that will never go further than that when I see it. Of course some of the references are pretty heavy handed too, what with all the extra material from the omakes, to the audio books, OVAS, official art, DVD booklets, and Murata’s teasing. Everyone and their mothers ship them and I’m sure we will keep seeing all these kind of off scene moments to lay it down thick so to speak but I already take for fact that it will go up maybe a notch, maybe two, but that’s it.

And that’s a bummer. It’s just not on yo. So I just kind of resorted to imagining what they have in store for us to tantalize us without going all the way, for which I have a lot about of moments and dialogues I kinda see them going for. Like damn I was just thirsty to even have Saitama carrying Genos like a sack of potatoes ffs.

The most I can see is them teasing us with it. Like they’ve done so already. I don’t even see them developing any romance in the story any time soon (and I wouldn’t want them to either because Genos is a baby, my darling), but if they did I don’t see them going for Saigenos. The most I can see them is them teasing us. They end up being soulmates ala NaruSasu or some obviously heavy handed stuff that will spawn a lot of memes. If I dare get a little adventurous I can see a one sided romance where it’s Genos nursing an unrequited love, of course without it being too obvious, but enough so people put two and two together by themselves and make it canon, like what happened with Genos’ face when Rover was licking Saitama’s chin, which was kind of taken as actual gay!jealousy even by detractors of the ship (even if they just took as a comedic). I can see more of these moments happening very clearly, but I don’t know if I should post the list.

[tangerinewrites]

DAY 4: MINA

11/4/2020 

wc: 3232

ac: i wrote so much bc i love thinking about my muse’s relationships w her friends and bf 

“The girl of the month is… Ham Eunji. Congratulations!”

It was yet another month and another announcement that Mina had gotten her hopes up for. Though she’s happy for Eunji, given the fact that she also got to see her journey on the MGAs, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed in herself for even hoping that there was a possibility of her being the next girl. Mina herself was aware of the fact that all the other girls had already had their fair amount of experience training in their entertainment groups, most of them being even longer than Mina’s measly five months. So she couldn’t help but internally laugh at herself for even thinking of a reality in which she was able to debut soon, let alone with this project. How foolish of her.

She tries her best to remain calm and in a good mood for the rest of the announcements. Their evaluation for this month would be “Holiday” by Chi Chi. Okay! Good. Mina’s a fan of Chi Chi and she thought the choreography looked fun and easy enough. But their solo evaluation would be something more vocal based and it’s then when she begins to feel a little uneasy. Sure, it made things easier with the fact that she didn’t have to focus on both singing and dancing. But the reason why she liked those kinds of evaluations was because she was certain that her dancing could distract from the fact that she was not the best singer.

When the announcements are over, Mina makes sure to congratulate Eunji for the debut announcement. She makes sure to let the other girl know that she is genuinely happy for her and that she’d continue to hope that she’ll be able to debut with her later on. What she doesn’t say, however, is how she is realizes that she was probably getting her hopes up. Mina’s aware that in this environment and also this situation, her comment wouldn’t exactly be apppropriate. So she holds it in for now, making sure that everyone else was doing fine.

The day goes on and Mina finds herself slowly feeling more upset as each hour goes by. Of course, she tries her best to not show that when talking to others. She even has to pull a fake smile in front of her brother because she’s desperate to make sure that he doesn’t suspect anything. In reality, he probably did. But at least Daniel knew Mina well enough to know that she wouldn’t want to go to in-depth with it in the company’s cafeteria of all places. Thankfully, Chungha hasn’t asked about it either. But it’s not like Mina would want to burden her with her troubles, given the fact that she was literally going to debut this month as well as go on a trip to Jeju in preparation for Juyeon’s debut. And the subunit debut after that.

There was only three spots leftover for HEARTZ and there was more than three trainees now, after the special casting. Mina was running out of time in order to try and prove herself worthy of being able to debut with Chungha, as well as the other confirmed girls she had the honor of befriending. And every second during practice, she hears all of the girls’ voices (mainly Jiyeon) in her head. She had to work her ass off, especially given the fact that she really is surrounded by trainees who have been here longer and are also as competitive as her, if not more.

So she had to give it her all, even if she shows weakness during that process.

“Are you okay? You’re not acting like yourself.”

The question surprises her, if she had to be honest. It’s the first time since two days ago where she started to feel her mood go downward. Had it not been for the fact that Soobin offered to walk her home and eat with her, her birthday would not be as good as it is now. She was too upset to even say yes to drinking with a friend on her first day of being able to drink legally! Though it wasn’t much of an outrage, she wouldn’t deny that she had been planning this months prior.

The sight of her boyfriend, however, usually always seems to lift her spirits even just a little. Was she nuts for this boy? Absolutely. But it wasn’t like there was much to do about it besides try to hide anything about their relationship to Sphere. Not many people knew about her relationship with him to begin with, besides Chungha and Daniel. So he was her little secret for now, even if she wanted to be obnoxiously cheesy with him now.

“What do you mean?” she asks, confused by his response. “What do you mean I’m not acting like myself?”

“Usually after training, you look happy or something. Like you’re doing something you actually like. But today you look kinda bummed out.” Soobin pouts at her and looks at her face closely. “Did something happen?”

“I’m just… stressed out,” she responds with a sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can go into a lot of detail about it, though.” And that was true. Upon entering the HEARTZ project, she was told to not talk to anyone outside of the Samsung companies about the project. In fact, she didn’t really have a person to rant about it too. Given the fact that her motivation was up until Yoojung had left, it was already too late for her to go to Chungha to rant about it when she needed her the most. Not to mention, she didn’t exactly want to burden her with her concerns about the project. The only other person she could express her troubles with was Daniel, but even he didn’t get to see her being vulnerable too often.

“Is it trainee stuff?” he asks. “You know, I’m friends with a few trainees! I think I could understand it a little bit.”

She shakes her head. “This is different. I actually can’t tell you because I might get in trouble with my company if I do.”

“Oh… maybe break the law for me?”

She snorts and hits him lightly. “No, dummy! I want to be able to debut!” After she says that, her smile drops as she’s reminded of the reason why she’s upset. “If I even get the chance to debut, that is.”

“Is this what this is all about?” he asks, tilting his head at her curiously. For a second, she has to hold herself back from cupping his face and babying him about how cute he is. “Mina, of course you have the chance to debut! You’re super good at dancing! And I’ve never heard you sing, but I bet you’re really good at that too.”

She frowns. “I’m not as good as everyone else, though. I don’t even know why I’m there if they already have so many talented people in the company.” She stops her steps, getting the taller to stop with her as she looks down at her feet and sighs. “I’ve never been good enough for anything. Why would I be good enough now?”

After she says that sentence, she thinks back on her life in the situations where she felt the most inadequate. It was nothing new for her. She had been feeling this way since she was born. She was always compared to her brothers’ achievements and, as a child, wanted to win her mother’s affections so terribly. And even after she had signed with Sphere, she had mostly given up on doing something she couldn’t achieve. Even with Soobin, she felt as if he deserved someone better. Someone who actually had the time to see him without her busy schedules. Someone who was not as much of a mess like she was. In her eyes, everyone who knew and loved her deserved someone that wasn’t her.

She was lost in her thoughts before Soobin gets her attention by leaning down and holding her face. She always thought that he was a warm person to her, but now she meant that quite literally with the fact that his hands made her face feel less cold. Whether or not that was because of him, the fact that she was blushing, or both, she looks up at him confused.

“Hey,” he says in a soft voice and it’s enough to make her feel safe with him. “I may not know anything about the industry, but I’m sure that if they signed you, they saw something in you. You’re not only the cutest girl in the world, but you’re also super hardworking and very talented. You are more than good enough and if they don’t see that, they suck.”

His words, while not eloquently spoken, was enough to make her feel much better and smile. He was right, though. They obviously saw something in her if they were to sign her as a trainee for Sphere. Whether it be because of her visuals or because of her skills, they believed in her. Hell, even her own boyfriend, who hasn’t even seen her perform, believes in her. And after all the time they spent together, before and after they started dating, it was definitely something that warmed her heart.

Her eyes start to water and he looks concerned. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

She shakes her head. “No,” she says with a smile as the tears stream down. “I just… Choi Soobin, I love you so much.”

“Aw…” His concerned face turns into a big grin as he pulls her in for a big hug, rubbing her back comfortingly as she cries into his shoulder. “I love you too, Kang Mina. I don’t know how I feel about making you cry on your birthday, but I’m glad it’s not the fact that I hurt you.”

"You’re stupid.” Her voice is muffled from his jacket as she says this and it earns a laugh from him.

“I know. I’m your stupid.” He pulls away from her and he wipes her face so that the tears on her cheeks are dried. “Come on. Let’s get something to eat! Even if it’s convenience store food.”

When 12 AM marked the start of December 10th, Mina had already made plans on what to do on her cellphone. The first thing she did was, obviously, spam her brother’s texts with a bunch of memes and “Happy Birthday”s, which earned a groan from him and Woong telling her to knock it off. So she stops, but not because he told her too. She stops because she has to watch Chungha- no, SERA’s music video.

With her headphones on and trying to be as silent as she can, she feels a variety of emotions in that moment. As soon as the video ends and she gives it a like, she decides to send Chungha a few messages.

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ HELLO?!?!? MISS SERA?!?!?

➤ DO WE HAVE A QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE IN OUR PRESENCE?!?!?!?

➤ WHAT THE FUCK THE SONG IS SO GOOD

➤ U LOOKED SO GOOD?!?!?!

➤ UR DANCING AND RAPPING OH MY GODJQWDJIjio

➤ musical movie singing in the rain found bankrupt. ur music video saved the entire film industry.

After a few minutes, she gets a notification.

[✉︎ from goddess chungha ]

➤ MINA PLEASE LMAO

➤ i’m so glad u liked the debut i worked really hard on everything

➤ dancing in the water?? honestly funner than i thought it’d be

➤ idk why the director told me to put the beta fish in a tank full of goldfish though…

➤ but anyways!!! you spammed me so much messages that i woke up to it!!! why aren’t u asleep!

Mina types now.

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ of course i would!!!! i’m literally ur biggest fan since day 1 and also ur number 1 hypeman i will hype u always

➤ also, daniel’s birthday was today. so i naturally had to spam his messages before i saw ur mv

➤ how’s jeju btw!!! is it fun? do u miss me? i wish i went to jeju smh

She goes on TikTok for a few minutes before she gets a row of notifications.

[✉︎ from goddess chungha ]

➤ it’s super pretty down here!!!

➤ honestly i’m just excited to be here with juyeon

➤ how’s the evaluation so far? it’s vocal-based, right? and chichi?

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ yeah it is :( even though i’ve been getting lessons and have been improving, idk if i’ll do well w them

➤ i’m much more of a dancer than i am a singer so i’ll probably mess up with my song. sorry @ bol4

➤ but also? not me doing a chichi evaluation before u, a former kt trainee

[✉︎ from goddess chungha ]

➤ you’re gonna do great, mina!! you’ve been improving a lot in the last few months. i’m sure you’ll do better than you think.

➤ hey… don’t talk about that… i’m a sphere idol now!!!

➤ you should go to sleep soon. you and i both have to get up early for different reasons.

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ boo :( ok but when u come back, we have to drink tgt now that im legal

[✉︎ from goddess chungha ]

➤ only if i’m not busy with the unit lol

Mina is about to turn her phone off when she thinks about sending Chungha a message. Even if she does feel a little bit better with life recently, she still wanted to be able to talk about her emotions over the project somehow. Even if the both of them had responsibilities for the next day, Mina decides to type in a message to her anyways to initiate something.

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ hey… chungha, before u go ….

Almost immediately, she gets a response.

[✉︎ from goddess chungha ]

➤ yes??

She takes a deep breath before she sends her what she wants to say quickly.

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ i miss u. a lot.

➤ this whole project is rlly hard. and idk if its bc of the new girls, or if its bc of … mentuhl 1nest or not

➤ idk if i can be able 2 debut w u, even though i want to rlly badly

➤ idk… i just wanted to say that bc i’ve been p sad lately

She looks at the message log anxiously, watching the “read” receipt show up as well as a loading text bubble that comes right after. Finally, she sees a message.

[✉︎ from goddess chungha ]

➤ i know, baby

➤ i know that it’s really hard right now for you. i know people who have been through those emotions before.

➤ but i promise you that you’re going to be okay

➤ you know that you can talk to me about anything, right? i’m always here to help you

➤ i love you so much and miss you as well! i worry about you a lot so i’m glad to know how you’re feeling now.

➤ i’ll remain optimistic for you and hope that you can be apart of heartz with me! okay?

Mina smiles softly as she decides to send her last two messages for the night before she heads off to sleep.

[✉︎ to goddess chungha ]

➤ thank you. i love you too.

➤ i’ll try to talk to u more tomorrow!! gn <3

And with that, she locks her phone.

"Holiday” by Chi Chi was a cheerful song. Mina was definitely aware of that. Though it wasn’t too much of a bubblegum pop song, it was definitely something that Mina could see herself being able to pull off. Given the fact that she went through last month’s evaluation despite the more difficult concept, she had faith that she could be able to get through this one.

"Holiday” wasn’t a difficult song to dance to. It was already easy with the fact that she, as well as most of the other girls, knew the point dance of it already. Obviously, Heejin and Eunji were the main vocalists for this evaluation. Whenever they were practicing vocally, Mina always found herself admiring how they were able to belt and hit high notes so effortlessly. Though Eunji didn’t have to focus on solo evaluations anymore, Heejin definitely got this one in the bag.

This month, she tries her best to get close with Heejin the most. After all, Mina was someone who has always been amazed by her vocal talent. So, getting tips from her on how to live sing properly while dancing at the same time was very helpful for her. For rapping questions, she always went to Yoorim so that the both of them could bond over that. A part of Mina wants to ask Yoorim how she was feeling and if it was in any way similar to how she felt now. But she never bothered to ask, hoping to wait for the right time to do so.

As they perform the song with the happiness that the song brought to the listener, Mina felt her mood lift up. At least, with the fact that she enjoyed this song, she could probably worry less about how she’ll do during the singing evaluation. Hopefully.

Wanting to sing a song that allowed her to sing softly but also reach some high notes, she knew that a Bol4 song would be the perfect choice. Obviously, she wanted to get some rap in there as well, considering she wanted to improve more on that skill. So with her two options being “Some” and “Galaxy”, she decided to choose the latter. Not to mention, it was a ballad! And that was practically perfect for a song that would show her vocal ability.

In the past, Mina’s version of “voice lessons” was singing at the noraebang either with her friends or on her own. She’d either be screaming to a bunch of hype KPOP songs with her friends, or she’d be singing a more emotional song whenever she was alone. She thinks out of all the girls in HEARTZ, Jiyeon was quite aware of that… especially considering Mina believed to be rapping to herself until their faithful encounter.

But ever since July, she has been trying her best to improve herself vocally, especially so with the HEARTZ project being in her life right now. And like Chungha said in their text messages from a few weeks ago, she has been improving. Even their voice instructor pointed that out to her! So that gave Mina a higher chance of succeeding with this evaluation, right?

That’s what she thought, too. But after her “rap” in the second verse, Mina feels herself getting out of breath. It was definitely due to nerves. But after that, she tried her best to pull through the rest of the second verse and the chorus with ease. The real issue, however, occurs when she reaches the final chorus with its high D5 note. Of course she could reach it, but with her nerves, she finds her voice getting shaky there. If this were any other song, she could’ve pulled it off as a vibrato. But this part didn’t have vibrato, so she was screwed.

As soon as the song ends, she bows to the coaches with a fake smile on her face, trying to not make it look obviously forced. But all she could think about now was leaving the room and going to the bathroom to cry out her stress of messing that up.

But hey! At least that’s over with.

[hyannah]

Anon Archives vol. 1

I really value communication with you guys, but I also don’t want to clog everyone’s dashboard. To fix this I’m going to be compiling anon messages into archives unless I feel they they should be answered separately. To receive a quick response, feel free to message me off anon so I can reply privately :) *smooches*

I think my lineart tool is just the default brush with max density and 10% min size. Here’s the settings for my two most used brushes :).

It’s a universe set entirely apart from our world and history - think of it more as a dark fairytale. In terms of aesthetics, though, I’d place it around 1880s-1900s. 

Not all that different from the way a lot of artists use them! Just clipping masks with the texture layer set to “overlay” and opacity between 15-25 depending on the scale of the canvas. I’m very picky about my colours so all my textures are b&w to not mess with my hues.

“Stop, sto-” Wolfe manages to choke out around the blood coating the inside of his mouth, finally gaining control over his broken body as Ghasper’s influence retreats back into his bloodstream. Coward, he growls inwardly, and receives a mocking chuckle from the hound that reverberates from the very core of his being. Hunter towers tall and unmoving over him, eyes glazed magenta with Mallory arching proudly over his shoulder like a silent guardian. His usually full and luscious lips are contorted into a vicious snarl, sweat-drenched garb clinging to his sculpted thighs. Thick, toned, manly thi - [UNKNOWN FORCES VIOLENTLY WRENCH MY KEYBOARD FROM MY HANDS AND I’M FORCEFULLY ESCORTED FROM MY BLOG] 

Thank you very much! When I was 15 I studied a 3-year course at WCS and graduated in 2015 with a degree in graphic design. I articulated straight on to 2nd year at University of the West of Scotland where I studied computer animation. It focused mostly on 3D. It’s not a specialised art school or anything but it doesn’t have to be - remember that if you plan to study art. I plan to go back to get my honours degree after my gap year! I graduate with my regular diploma in November I think.

That’s okay, anon! Believe me, just having people think of my characters as cosplay-able (what) makes me so happy. Thank you!

Thank you so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to check out my stuff. I hope I can continue to please you in the future :’) I’m totally not worthy of those sweet words u///u.

Thank you for your suggestion! I’ve seen a few webcomics do something similar, now that you mention it. I’m not so sure how I feel about cross-platforming my comic just yet, since I like the idea of a “central hub” of sorts...at least for the first few chapters. Tumblr does offer a lot of customizability (that’s not a real word Heather) but I think I’ll stick to Tapas or Webtoons for the moment! I really value your insight though, thank you.

Thank you very, very much! Oh man, I’m not really sure I’m the person you want to be taking any solid advice from, but I’ll give it a go. I consider myself way more of an illustrator than an animator, so I’ll give you drawing advice.

Be open to all kinds of art. Even if you live and breathe cartoons and character design, you’ll be surprised by how much you’ll learn just from taking the time to observe and appreciate things outside your own interests. I’m a dyed in the wool character illustrator and digital artist, but I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent marvelling at H.R Giger and Ilya Repin’s work. You don’t have to become a fine arts connoisseur by any means, but it helps to be open minded.

If you’re at the awkward in-between stages of your art - where you can draw with relative confidence but you’re struggling to find your individuality - try making influence maps. These helped me so much when I was 14 and going through my first “style crisis” where I hated everything I drew. This was because I was ignorant to my own interests. What do I love about my favourite artists? What gets my blood pumping? Why is it that I love vibrant colour pallets, cartoons and expressive eyes, but also marvel at the gritty eldritch atmosphere of Zdzisław Beksiński’s hyper detailed nightmare paintings? Is that even normal? It is. Variety is great as an artist and knowing what you as an individual like and dislike is invaluable.

When you draw, try and minimise the amount of times you take your hand off the page. If you’re prone to “flicking” your pen a lot, it can make your lines look inconsistent. By training your hands to make confident strokes, you’ll get cleaner drawings and learn to work faster.

If you’re a sensitive person then art can be a surprisingly difficult hobby to maintain, as you’ll find your emotions bleed out into anything you create. This is great for naturally driven people who can channel their frustration and insecurity into bettering themselves, but some people are fragile. That’s okay. There’s no shame in feeling overwhelmed. It’s alright to put the pen down and take a break for a while. Just promise me you’ll pick it back up again.

Gesture drawing is great for learning anatomy. Instead of getting caught up in having proportions/details perfect, try to instead focus on the pose in its most basic form. Capturing the momentum and direction of the body can give your drawings a more fluid look and reduce rigid characters.

Well, that’s just a bunch of really weird and vague tips but I hope it helps. It’s a broad topic to cover...if you need anything more specific then I’ll help as best I can :)

I think people need to tone down their virtue signalling and let people enjoy themselves. This is why people are too afraid to have fun anymore, and why merciless cringe culture is going to haunt young kids into adulthood. Animation memes will fall out of popularity like every fad in existence has done before it and you’ll get your wish.