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gyundo · 11 hours

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“A Meeting I’ll Never Forget”

Lee Jeno (Jeno) x Male Reader!!

SMUT! Interact at your own risk!

Plot: Two princes meet fatefully, and fit each other like a long-lost lock and key

Prince L/N Y/N was the oldest son of the king of Escrow. The Escrowian empire had started with the prince’s great-grandfather, who had risen to power as a mercenary that had fallen out of favor of another kingdom and had come to Escrow to establish his own empire.

Y/N, on the other hand, had no desire to rule over his kingdom. He was obviously going to accept his position as his father’s heir, but the duties didn’t particularly strike him as interesting. Y/N always had a preference for tasks such as cooking, baking, and the arts, such as singing and dancing, which earned him many scoldings from his parents.

Y/N’s parents cursed him on many occasions, explaining to him that his preferences were that of commoners, but it fell on deaf ears. Y/N continued to do as he pleased, and he never attended his swordsmanship lessons or any physical training. This, for a prince, Y/N was quite weak. Although, thanks to the nagging of his father, Y/N was stronger than the average person and did have some minor muscle definition.

As young people often do, Y/N neglected his responsibilities, and for a royal, this was intolerable. As Y/N’s father received an invitation for a meeting, he realized this was the perfect opportunity to put his son in order.

“You will be escorted by my personal order to the Kingdom of Travania in order to attend the meeting on the 25th of this month, Y/N” the King spoke with confidence in his throne room.

“B-but that’s so boring father, why should I sit in a carriage for 5 days with no proper food to go meet some random crusty king in a faraway kingdom?” Y/N complained, in a typical young adult fashion.

“King Jeno is an extremely influential man in his area. You mustn’t forget that your grandfather was from Travania himself. It is in our best interests to make relations favorable between our empire and his kingdom, if we wish to avoid any wars for hundreds of years.” the emperor promptly replied.

“B-but father, I don’t wanna go—,” Y/N whined.

“That’s enough out of you. Remember I’m not just your father but the emperor as well. You will go meet King Jeno. Do whatever it takes to curry favor with him,” the emperor bellowed.

Y/N stomped out of the throne room and ordered his servants to pack his things and prepare the carriage. He knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter and before he knew it, he was sitting in the carriage and already left the capital.

Y/N was angry as to why he had to leave his fun in the palace to go meet a random King who was old and would have nothing to talk about with Y/N. Y/N figured that he would just offer some items that were made by the Escrowian Empire that were sure to pave the way for a trade deal. Y/N was even more frustrated that his father had sent him in his stead.

Little did Y/N know, King Jeno was nothing like what he imagined.

The envoy arrived after a long, treacherous journey that saw many bumpy roads, many forests, and many plains. Y/N was more exhausted than he could describe, and he was everything but jumping for joy when he saw the palace of Travania.

Y/N treaded gracefully, in awe of what he was seeing. Sure, his familial palace in Escrow was large, but the Travanian royal family's estate was lavish in another sense of the word, with large fountains adorned with figures of greek worship. Garlands of roses adorned the edge of the roof of the main palace, which stood so grand Y/N had to turn to be able to see it all. The garden was artfully carved and decorated, with each bush and tree pruned in a most detailed fashion.

Y/N realized that the days-long journey to Travania was worth it from the view itself. Remembering almost as an aside that there was a meeting for which he had came, Y/N walked further to the main gate of the palace.

There, a tall figure stood awaiting him. As Y/N drew closer, he observed the elegant rhinestones embedded in the crown of bearer. He paid attention to each stretch in the royal garment, which stuck to each individual muscle on the man's built body. The biceps, large to the point that the seam was stretched, the pecs, which filled out the top, and the pants, fully conforming to the large thighs made Y/N realize he was in the presence of a man truly fit to be king.

"You must be Prince Y/N of Escrow, your highness. I am King Jeno of Travania. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to our empire and our summit this afternoon," the man spoke with a great smile, reflected in the expression of his eyes.

"Your highness, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to be the recipient of such great hospitality. Our nations are sure to grow closer relations from this monumental event," Y/N spoke eloquently while shaking the hand of the other man.

Jeno, not blind to the way Y/N had previously stared him up and down, understood the situation very well. As a show of diplomacy, Jeno transitioned the handshake into a bodily embrace common between royalty of different nations to show closeness. From the viewpoint of others, this was completely normal.

The reality of the embrace was known only by Jeno and Y/N, from the way Jeno reached underneath the cape of Y/N and fondled his buttocks in a way not visible to any. He continued kneading the large protrusions of the prince as he increased his pressure.

Y/N, still in shock from the abruptness and how suddenly these developments had occurred, refrained from any immediate movements and let out a small moan that he thought was only audible to him.

Jeno, however, had also heard the moan and understood that his actions were received well. Letting go of the younger, King Jeno continued, "My attendants will give you a tour of Travanian royal palace while I prepare for our summit. They will lead to the room of our summit after the tour, so you shan't worry, Prince Y/N."

"I stromgly appreciate thy kindness and will sincerely revel in the beauties of your artful palace, King Jeno." Y/N gracefully responded.

The attendants continued to show Y/N around the various areas of the palace, which included hanging gardens, exotic flora collections, the royal bathing chamber, the surrounding farms, and the servant quarters that seemed better than the prince's own bedroom. An hour had elapsed before the head attendant spoke, "King Jeno has finished prepared for your meeting. He awaits you inside these doors and has requested that you enter alone. It has been a pleasure giving you a tour, my liege."

Y/N gave a show of his appreciation and opened the grandiose doors that seemed like that of a bedchamber. He stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him and expecting to see a large round table with artisan-crafted chairs. Instead, he was met with a large, silk sheet draped over a large mattress, lush purple velvet curtains, and most striking of all, King Jeno dressed in a red robe that unveiled his extremely muscular upper body, with a significant bulge in the clothing covering his private area.

"Ah, I see that you've arrived. We can start discussing matters of interest to us once you take a seat here, my prince," Jeno spoke lustfully.

Y/N, absolutely shocked, but being the honest man he was exclaimed,"Never have I seen such a meeting, but I am more than happy to take you up on your offer, my King."

Jeno looked pleased as Y/N sat down on the bed, embracing him the moment he did. Y/N felt the warmth of Jeno's muscular body on his own, while sensing great pressure from his large muscles in his upper body and his bulge that was separated from Y/N's only by cloth.

The king moved his lips closer to that of Y/N's, looking at his with concupiscent eyes that asked for permission. Y/N, without words, gave his approval by moving his face only slightly forward, to which Jeno responded by firmly crashing their lips together, pushing Y/N down onto the sheet, and rubbing his hands under Y/N's tunic.

Y/N reveled in the pleasure of Jeno's masterful techniques that mingled their tongues together with sounds that could only be interpreted as sinful. Their lips met again and again, with short breaks for air, only to be crashed together as violently as when they first met. Suckling sounds and shared strands of saliva spoke to the passion between the two men as their mouths melted in the pleasure of each other.

Jeno pulled away as Y/N motioned, "Hurry, my King, I feel urges and a steady heat rising in my body. Only you can help me."

With a sly smirk, Jeno replied,"Anything for my guest, my prince," while peeling off Y/N's clothes as he went in to resume their lip lock.

Moments later, a fully naked Y/N was below Jeno, still in his robe, with their legs intertwined and lips connected as the younger felt Jeno's arm around his back and his waist. The two continued making out and enjoying the pangs of pleasure released by the meeting between their lips.

"It's time to discuss the foundations for an alliance," Jeno joked while unbuckling the belt holding his robe on. Y/N looked with nothing but desire at Jeno's large pecs, his well-defined abs, his sculpted shoulders, and his large, perfect dick that was fit for a king. Jeno's cock stood proudly in front of Y/N, with veins and a deep red tip that Y/N wanted to break him. The sheer thickness of his cock made Y/N want to take Jeno forever, who would stretch Y/N and surely leave him crying for mercy.

Jeno understood the desires of the younger well, and not being able to control his own, Jeno flipped over Y/N onto his stomach.

Tapping his cock against Y/N's hole, Jeno heard moans of impatience as he began to slap the prince's hole with a thud that spoke to the weight of his penis. His eight inch cock was sure to break in Y/N quite nicely and leave him unable to live without Jeno forever. This experience would give Y/N such a pleasured pain it would unlock new levels of lust in his brain.

"I see you are well-prepared for this new connection between our nations," Jeno spoke as he observed wetness at the Y/N's opening, speaking volumes to the younger's insatiable appetite.

Jeno, unable to control himself any further, roughly plunged his cock into the deep, moist entrance of Y/N's ass, as the younger let out an audible yelp. The corners of his hole began to slightly bleed to accomdate the first-time stretch.

Overwhelmed from the sudden introduction of seven inches, the thickness of the pole inside him, the pain of his hole ripping slighlty, and the new feeling of being filled, Y/N let out large tears that stained the white sheet below him. Jeno, being the diplomat he was, moved his face closer to Y/N's, cooing at him before encapsulating his lips once again.

The pleasure of the kissing distracted Y/N as the radiating pain from his lower body retreated and only a feeling of fullness remained. Jeno experimented with a small thrust, resulting in an audible moan Jeno heard through their connected mouths. He proceeded to pummel his thick rod into Y/N at a faster pace, enjoying the squeals of the former virgin who felt a constant pressure on his prostate and inside all areas of his passage.

Jeno continued further with a rough animalistic pounding that elicited the arching of Prince Y/N's back and moved him back and forth across the bed with each powerful thrust.

The feeling of the all encapsulating walls of Y/N hugging and squeezing Jeno's cock was emphasized through the various groans the older let out. Y/N was addicted to the pleasure of having his walls filled and stretched out fully, as well as the warmth of the large veiny cock inside him that sent waves of pleasure each time Y/N's prostate was brushed by.

Jeno's thrusts grew more greedy as he became less gentle, eliciting almost musical moans from Y/N, that sounded like he was asking for more. HIs manhood stretched out Y/N's hole fully and gave him a good dicking down that showed a king's true power.

The hilt of Jeno's thick cock smacked Y/N's rim with indescribably pleasureful force that Y/N's eyes could do nothing but roll back. The thought of a large, muscular man, such as Jeno, pounding him with a large cock that fit inside him like a key and satisfied the itch of emptiness inside him that arose earlier in the day led Y/N to a seventh heaven he knew he would have to reach again and again.

"Enjoying my large cock squelching in your boyhole, my prince? Petite little princes like you are designed perfectly for taking a large kingly dick that is far too large for any woman. I'll have you bouncing on my cock and asking for mercy through your moans like this for as long as the two of us live. I'll pound you to the point that you become mine and only mine, my cock is what you'll need to live every single day," Jeno proudly whispered.

The wet sounds of Jeno's large cock infiltrating Y/N's passage, along with their skin slapping together, filled the room with auras of sin and desire.

"UHHH, YESSS, fuck me as rough as you can, your highness. I can't get enough of your large dick, my king, I'm so glad you decided to take me and make me yours, that is exactly what I deserve to be, your cocksleeve and whore," Y/N responded with nothing but pleasure filling his head.

The sounds of sex became more unholy as Jeno's large cock released pre-cum that further lubricated Y/N's walls and increased the squelching, making both more horny as Jeno continued to wreck Y/N's hole mercilessly.

Jeno's golf-ball sized testicles slapped Y/N hard with each thrust, reminding Y/N what a true man's dominance was and felt like inside a bratty boy like him. Y/N wanted nothing more than to succumb to and embrace the fact that he was being manhandled by a true man whom he could never compete with. All he wanted was to be done again and again by Jeno's large cock, be subservient to his desires, be creamed and de-masculinated, and to have his slutty whoreish bussy pummeled like it was asking to be.

Y/N's hole began to slowly comform to Jeno's cock and grow used to it as the thrusts increased, sticking to his massive dick and not letting go of each vein as he pulled out prior to each thrust. Y/N's hole was basically becoming like a real pussy that bulged outwards almost like a flower blooming and reflected each action of Jeno's merciless cock.

Jeno bulged Y/N's stomach with each thrust, rearranging his organs in the process and growing his desire to breed the prince with copious amounts of cum deposited in his hole. Jeno continued to ravage and do Y/N with the sheer girth of his cock that entered Y/N's asshole like a lock fitting in a key. Y/N's prostate was being abused greatly with each rubbing of Jeno's cock's veins against it, resulting in waves of pleasure clouding the minds of both.

Jeno lost control and felt his climax nearing as he pulled out to his glans and pushed over six inches back all in one go for his last thrust, that pushed Y/N over the edge and led to his orgasm while Jeno released multiple spurts of thick cum into Y/N's passage, as a sort of signature on the documentation of their alliance. Jeno continued to push his cock further inside Y/N's hole as each spurt hit Y/N's walls more forcefully, overstimulating the younger. Y/N tiny hole remained stretched well by Jeno's fat cock inside of him that the prince begged to let remain inside.

Jeno reveled in his training of the younger prince and being the one pound and cream his greedy boypussy for the first time, knowing that peace between the kingdoms was secured for all eternity.

"This is a meeting I'll never forget," Y/N sighed with satisfaction while staring at Jeno.

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opensesamepandemonium · 2 days

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Hajime Hinata x Nagito Komaeda - Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (+ general Danganronpa franchise)

Taking the pinacle place of all the SDGR ships, (but 6th for me) is of course, Komahina.

I will be the first to admit I was a late-comer to the unbridled madness that is the Komahina fandom. This is mainly because it took two full play-throughs of SDGR2 and help from some magnicifent authors on AO3, to change my mind about Hajime being a 'meh' protagonist and Nagito being a straight up psychotic lunatic (although that kinda still tracks..)

Apart from the blatant marketing and writing to make these protag/antag boys an obvious yaoi ship, the deeper you delve into understanding Nagito and Hajime as individual characters, the more that their relationship makes sense. (TLDR: their outlooks on what hope/talent/self worth etc was completely changed because they met one another. and its kinda beautiful).

Like a few ships on this list, the pairing is a wee bit toxic. Although to be fair, a lot of that is due to their faults as individual characters. *ahem* Nagito low key being all g with murder if its for the sake of hope - meanwhile - Hajime being 'oh yeah cool, lobotomy all the way' *ahem*. Nagito also would straight up worship Hajime post NWP, which has similar unhealthy vibes to another pair I will talk about later on.

AND let us never forget that gay lil "uwu i'm all tied up! you're gonna have to feed me, Hajime~~!" scene. Nagito knew exactly what he was doing; that boy is a straight up hoe.

Art by: Gothcowboyz

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #komahina

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jmliebert · 3 days

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♡ astarion x wyll headcanons ♡

Astarion calls Wyll "my prince"; at first it's meant to tease, but as time goes on it starts to sounds more like something genuine; Wyll totally owns the title Astarion realises

he's kind, he's mighty. he likes to hold Astarion hand, walk with him under the pale moonlight, telling him sweet little things. he offers him wildflowers off the road; Wyll gestures are simple yet profound, bringing normalcy into Astarion live (and maybe Astarion doesn't always show it, but he is grateful, really)

at night, Wyll recites poetry to Astarion; who mocks him a little because of it ( but it mades his little cold heart softer)

you see Wyll believes that beneath Astarion’s snarky and cold exterior lies a tender, wounded soul waiting to be set free and of course Wyll is totally right about that

Astarion struggles a lot with his own desires and self-worth, he's messy and very guarded at first, but finds himself surrendering to the warmth and care that Wyll offers; genuine affection is a new concept for him, but he tries his best!!!

like for example; he tries to get rid of his practiced seduction and replace it with something more genuine

about seduction; Wyll sets firm boundaries, making it clear that he desires meaningful connections rather than fleeting flings and it does something to Astarion (in a good way)

during the nights, they like to just be, they're drinking wine, sometimes dancing (which in new to Astarion as he doest not remember when was the last time he danced), talk about art, listen to music, or just laying in bed in each other embrace

Wyll caress Astarion hand and smiles softly at him and something in his stomach clenches; it's something genuine and if his cold cheeks could get red they would at that moment

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you can find more of my works about bg3 ♡here♡

also I want to recommend "nothing is safe" by foxflowering on ao3, it was a major inspiration while writing it <3

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion x wyll #wyll x astarion #bg3 headcanons #bg3 romance #bg3 astarion #bg3 wyll #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #bg3 imagine #bg3 #bg3 fluff #bg3 shipping #wyll bg3 #astarion headcanons

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my-skinny-love-foryou · 5 hours

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Time Of Our Lives || Part 1

Part 1:

When they were kids, Liana and Art didn't like each other. To be more precise, they couldn't stand each other. They were born in the same month, and because their parents were such good friends, they always celebrated their birthdays together. Since Art was born two weeks after her and his grandmother firmly believed that one should not celebrate in advance, Liana never celebrated her birthday on its actual date, and that was a good enough reason to hate Art Donaldson forever.

When they were 7 years old (or more precisely, he was seven, and she was seven and two weeks), Art received his first tennis racket, and Liana got a small skateboard with a Pokémon design. He cried. Of course, he cried; everything Liana had, Art wanted too. He didn't know how to share anything, and eventually, Liana was forced to let him use her skateboard whenever they met, which unfortunately was at least once a week.

"You don't even know how to ride it," she tried to instill some logic into the blond boy. "Do you?" he asked curiously. "Not yet, but I'll learn, duh," she rolled her eyes at him. "Then I'll learn too," he shrugged and went to wash his face, returning a few minutes later as if nothing had happened.

Only those who knew Art well understood what Liana knew - he was a crybaby who was never satisfied with what he already had. His friends passed around the racket he received as if it were a chocolate cake while he continued to glance at Liana, who was trying to balance on the skateboard and nearly fell.

At the age of 12, Art was accepted into the fancy tennis boarding school he couldn't stop talking about to anyone who would listen (even those who wouldn't), and Liana was the first to arrive at the party held in his honor. She was so excited. As far as she was concerned, Art wouldn't be coming back. There was a high chance that now, with him gone, she could convince his parents that it wasn't worth maintaining him at home. He was too much of a headache, and they were too good-hearted to keep enduring his presence.

Instead of that happening, he came back with a curly-haired addition named Patrick Zweig. They shared a room at the boarding school, and now he spent half the summer with them. Every time Liana wanted to do something like go to the pool with her friends, her parents would say that the Donaldsons had a pool at their house. Every time she wanted to lie on the grass and read a book, the two noisy boys would decide to play right in front of her, until she gave up on the book and had no choice but to stare at them. It was a pity her plan didn't work, sadly Art didn't stay at his stupid boarding school forever.

By the age of 17, it was clear to everyone that Art was good at tennis. Really good at tennis. He won youth singles competitions and also did well in doubles with Patrick. Her parents forced her to attend quite a few of these tournaments.

"Li, I think you're my lucky charm," he said in front of everyone at dinner after one of the tournaments, smiling a smile that only Liana knew was malicious. Everyone melted at the touching gesture of the ultimate champion taking time for the girl he grew up with, but Liana knew Art too well. He couldn't fool her with his feigned niceness, his suddenly acquired manners. She knew him too well and knew that everything he did was always about embarrassing her and making her do something she didn't want to do. "So, are you suggesting I stop coming to your games?" she asked, taking a bite of chicken, throwing a smile of her own. Two could play this game. "You're going to be at most of my games for the rest of our lives anyway," he shrugged while Liana raised an eyebrow, and the adults around the table laughed as if they knew something Liana and Art didn't. Later, Liana sat on a chair by the pool, and Art sat next to her. She looked at him with the same expression as before, and he raised one hand in surrender. "I come with peace offerings," he pulled out a cake and two spoons from behind his back. Her raised eyebrow turned into suspicion. "What do you want?" she reached for one of the spoons. "I missed you, Li. Tell me something good," he took a bite of the cake and in response got another eye roll that made him lightly slap her hand as it reached for the cake. "You're not getting any until I hear at least one interesting story," he moved the cake as far from her as he could. "I'll just go in and get a piece for myself," she replied quickly. "There’s no more. I took the last one," he took another bite, knowing she was starting to worry about how much cake would be left for her if he finally agreed to let her have some. "I started working on my applications to Stanford," she said, and he moved the cake closer to her, finally letting her eat.

"How's it going?" he asked. They both knew Stanford was a big deal; their families had history there. Art's parents got engaged there. Everything in their lives revolved around getting into Stanford. "I'll be fine. I'm in all the extracurriculars at school, student council, and prom committees. My essay is a bit boring, needs more work, but I have a year, so maybe something will change," she shrugged and saw he hadn't eaten the last bite of the cake, leaving it for her.

"Write about your best friend and what it's like growing up in the shadow of the best tennis player in America," he said with a serious tone, and after a few seconds, he started laughing. "Write about how you miss me," he added. His laughter faded a bit as he studied her, and she went back to looking at the pool. "If I decide to lie in my university application essay, I'd rather write that I got into a modeling agency and live a double life like Hannah Montana," she replied without looking at him. "You're mean," he chuckled and stared at the pool, enjoying the silence between them.

When they went inside, Liana saw there was still half a cake left, and Art, noticing her look, just shrugged and went to talk to her dad about basketball. A year later, things got a bit complicated. Liana had a boyfriend. It wasn’t anything too serious, but he came to her and Art’s joint birthday party. Needless to say, Art and Patrick couldn’t stand him. Patrick said he smiled too much, like he wanted everyone to like him. "How can you trust a guy with a smile like that?" he asked for the third time that evening, as they stood to the side watching Liana talk to her parents with Jake holding her hand. "All his teeth are in place," Art responded. He felt betrayed. He felt as if tennis had betrayed him. If it weren’t for tennis and the boarding school, he would still be going to the same school Liana went to. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her, certainly not for long enough for her to have a boyfriend with a smile like that. "Do you think they’ve fucked?" Patrick asked suddenly, making Art turn his head sharply in his direction. "You think they did?" he asked back. "I don’t know. You know her better. I only talk to her on the phone occasionally," Patrick shrugged. "You talk to her on the phone???" Art asked, unable to process this new information. In his view, there wasn’t an option to talk to Liana unless she came to watch him play or their parents arranged for them to meet. The thought that Patrick and Liana had phone talks and didn’t just meet in the summer made him uncomfortable.

"Yeah, that’s what phones are for, to call people you miss," Patrick chuckled, but quickly returned to the same expression as he watched Liana and the quick kiss her annoying boyfriend gave her. "In front of her dad," they said together. Art knew her dad well. He knew that gesture wasn’t appreciated. "What do you talk to her about on the phone?" He was a bit embarrassed asking. He felt like he was losing to everyone. Losing to Liana, losing to Jake, and worst of all, losing to Patrick. "Just stuff. She called when she got accepted to Stanford, for example. I promised her I’d take her out for ice cream this summer to celebrate. And she said she stole a bottle of wine from her parents and celebrated with her friends," Patrick felt like he was rambling. He knew Liana and Art didn’t talk on the phone. He didn’t want to compete with his best friend because, well, he was his best friend. But Art had a significant advantage with Liana. He’d known her all his life. And if someone with such an advantage wasn’t making the most of it, Patrick had to step in. He had to show Art he was also in the picture. That even if they both went to Stanford, Patrick would still be around.

What none of them considered was that Liana could choose someone else entirely. That someone else might win. Come to think of it, neither of them even saw her that way. She was just Liana, the girl who was always there, in the background of their lives. And neither of them planned to change that anytime soon. Well, anyway, Jake had to disappear.

here it is. Once again, English is not my first language, and it's my first time writing in it. Hope you like it as much as I love writing it. I'd really like to hear your thoughts so don't stop yourselves from hitting the ask box ❤️

#art donaldson x reader #art donaldson #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig #challengers fic #challengers

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llimoncelo · 1 day

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lessons in tennis

art donaldson x m reader

incredibly short wip. slight tashi x reader, suggestive content; nothing too far

he/him/his pronouns used for reader.

MDNI!

"you won't even pick up a fucking ball? don't be a pussy, y/n"

tashi didn't do as much as bother taking her eyes off of the yellow sphere she tossed between her unbelievably coordinated hands. y/n was forced to keep up his front - a sly smile showing his amusement - in a response to the sharp wit of her voice.

"i'm not a pussy", he retorted as quick as she insulted, peering over his sunglasses to find some sort of acknowledgement, "and i'm not a tennis player either".

he might've considered himself one in the past; he wasn't half bad on his amateur high school team. but he couldn't say the same after a few years worth of rust building up on his racket and the weight of tashi's unbelievably steep standards planted firmly on his chest.

the heat beat down the expanse of the nearly empty court, the smell of sunscreen and sweat overwhelming their senses. agonizing moments of silence had y/n on his feet, something between a sigh and a groan evident on his lips.

"i promise you wouldn't even want to play with me. i'm no fun", he murmured alongside the wind's whistle.

once behind her, his hand pressed against tashi's sun warmed skin. his fingertips dragged from her shoulder till he could press his palm to the small of her back. he always gave whatever he could offer when it came to keeping her down to earth.

their relationship fit perfectly, nearly symbiotic. y/n saw himself as an outlet, someone tashi could turn to outside of her tennis bubble. he craved the opportunity to soften out her rigid edges into something less demanding, less tashi. but she saw him as a student, someone she could drag from stanford bubble into her own, meticulously constructed world. neither got what they wanted, but the edge of hope kept them bound together all semester long.

"maybe a match would make you less of a drag."

"tash, you've got to learn how to take no for an answer. maybe even when to give up."

a pause, tashi's eyebrows knitting together, y/n retracting to keep his hands to himself.

"you've got no idea what you're talking about" she'd finally breathe, still argumentative despite her subtle surrender towards their innocent battle.

this was nothing new. both tugged until they got some sort of compromise and then they'd go on their way. both too set in their ways to admit they just enjoyed the other's presence - whether they had a racket or not.

"where's your boy?" y/n spoke as he gathered the soft tennis balls, aiding in loading up her bag to give her some sort of a break.

"my room, probably. he told me he'd meet me today but he's not always the most reliable, is he?"

"can't say he is. and your boy's boy?", his voice barely holding an ounce of humor.

y/n mentioned art far too much to consider him a friend of a friend. he put too much energy into memorizing his details, his touches lingered for longer than needed, and his eyes strayed towards the blond too often. anyone with half a mind knew they were closer than they might have let on.

"you've got it bad, l/n" tashi managed through a quick laugh, her grin pulling whatever embarrassment y/n had left in his chest.

"shut up. just tell him i say hey or something. i don't care".

tashi reached to tug the bag off of his shoulder. her usual domineering spirit never allowed for the slightest help y/n never ceased to offer.

"you know you care and you know he follows us around like a lost puppy. stick around for a bit and we'll run into him".

y/n, of course, knew she was right, and was more than grateful that the statement sounded conveniently similar to an offer.

the three sat comfortably in tashi's sweetly decorated room for no longer than an hour before art arrived. the couple settled comfortably close together on her bed, and y/n had his shoulder pressed into the doorframe with his arms crossed over his cotton covered chest.

conversations with patrick around made tashi and y/n's duo less tense, to say the least. patrick shared a similar sense of humor and stubbornness that helped break down tashi's walls, both competing for her laughter and admiration. art's sensibility and soft demeanor grounded them even further, bringing something much more natural to the atmosphere.

tashi's constants in her schedule always revolved around her playing. after her classes she'd let y/n tag along and watch her solo practices, and later in the evening she'd meet up with her counterparts. y/n never thought she really needed that much rehearsal - maybe just an outlet. days like this, more relaxed and laid back, never came often. y/n savored the moments he could let his guard down and sink into the comfort of her room.

"i pulled something", art grunted out the moment he reached the already populated room.

barely sparing any of the company a glance, he made his way through the crowded doorway before he could settle into his spot on the floor. with one leg kicked out, he winced weakly as he attempted a small stretch. breaking through the silence that had settled upon his arrival, a tense silence of concern and confusion, he spoke up again.

"i can't get to practice now. it hurts", he whined.

tashi, of course, was the first to speak her mind, "great, we've got two damn pussies in my room".

her playful - but no less intimidating - glare burned holes into y/n, making it evident who she was referring to.

"tash, he's hurt. lay off of him", he quickly defended out of pity for the man.

"that pain might've put some more passion into your game, art", patrick spoke absentmindedly.

y/n moved from his space in the doorway towards art's pained figure on the floor. for a moment he'd forget the other two were even there.

"how bad is it?" he spoke gently, watching art's eyes closely for any sense of hurt or discomfort.

y/n sat perpendicular to the other, folding his legs neatly over the other to allow him as much space as possible. art stared patiently, quiet with confusion.

"not awful - it's okay. sore", he practically sputtered out, reaching forward to press his knuckles into the knot that had seemed to form in his calf.

"yeah? i'm sure some pain killers and rest will take care of it. try not to worry too much", y/n reassured him in the most soothing tone he could muster.

with little hesitation, y/n guided art's stretched out leg into his lap, skillfully pressing his fingers against his muscle. a shiver struck the blond's spine in place of a wince, but the way his expression contorted gave his shock away despite that.

"did that hurt? i didn't mean to, art, i'm-"

"no! no, it's fine. that helps. that's nice", he interrupted, swallowing hard.

this went on for a few moments. art's head tilted to the side as he watched the other rub whatever stress and sting had manifested its way under his skin with big eyes. y/n's eyes stayed glued to his own fingers, keeping his free hand busy by settling it past his calf and onto his knee to keep him steady.

patrick barked out a laugh, shattering the comfort that had settled around the two. both pairs of eyes shot towards him, glued onto the look of absolute amusement and bewilderment in both his and tashi's expressions.

"jesus, we'll leave you two the room. we've got practice anyways", arrogance radiating off of his tongue.

tashi's much more gentle approach didn't bring any less humiliation - art's face burnt a red he didn't know he could reach.

"you enjoy your time" she teased, her slender finger pointing in an accusatory manner at the two, "and we'll sure enjoy ours".

"shut the fuck up, i'm literally just-"

y/n was used to being interrupted by patrick, both sharing their glares and their need to speak over the other.

"you're a glance away from tearing off his shorts. i know that look, i've worn that look", he always spoke with all the dramatics in the room, his hands clutched to his chest as he brought up his own feelings towards the group.

y/n bit the inside of his cheek as he watched the two rush out of the now vacant room. art, on the other hand, rubbed his face in his hands.

"there's something seriously wrong with them, really", he laughed awkwardly, glancing back up towards y/n with a bashful expression.

"i don't know, they're not so bad".

once the air settled around them again, y/n resumed the soft motions over his skin. art wasn't used to such intentional care. everything seemed to pause around them after the door clicked closed - the air was still outside of their breathing and the world had gone quiet past the windows.

"for the time being we can keep your shorts on and do what we can to help your leg", y/n spoke with a teasing grin.

for the sheer discomposure that art had painted over his face, he couldn't keep himself from staring right at y/n. glancing back and forth from his warm hards to the subtle changes in expression he had. y/n's gaze, on the other hand, didn't once waver from their sight of art's face.

"it's not like we'd even do anything in her room-"

"we could", y/n interrupted too quickly to be following along with his bit.

he paused quickly, blinking up towards art to register whatever reaction he'd had. both laughed after they had a second to process the implications of y/n coming on so strong. but art didn't seem to have any outwards opposition, nothing that could take down y/n's ego.

"i mean. there's no harm in something happening, right? you can keep your shorts on", he reiterated quickly, "just something to take your mind off of this".

art was far too shy to play along with anything he was saying, but he didn't once cut him off. his head was still tilted to the side, eyes wide and curious as he listened intently.

"like what?"

y/n didn't think as he offered a reassuring smile, moving in closer to the blond. finally releasing his knee, his hand reached up to settle on his jaw, holding him in place. nothing could be heard outside of the way art's breathing picked up, lips parted just enough for y/n to feel the way his breath fanned over his face.

"tell me i can kiss you".

"yeah- yeah. you can kiss me," art spoke offered just as quickly as y/n requested, a nervous laugh filling the space between them.

both of their minds clouded over by the time y/n closed the gap and slotted their lips together. he was always so tender when it came to art, maybe too much so. but art never complained about being treated like he was delicate, always caving this willingly.

with a hand on the back of art's neck, he kept him steady in an attempt to push himself impossibly closer. his free hand moved from his calf and just past his knee, fingertips pressing into the soft skin on his thigh.

art's hands latched onto whatever they could - moving from y/n wrist to his biceps to his shoulders. never staying long and leaving marks every crevice they managed to reach.

y/n had seen him play enough to know how sweet his whines could be. every time he pulled away for a moment to breathe, the loss of contact left art audibly asking for more, his eyes searching for y/n's return. he kept going for longer than he realistically should have.

"y/n", he whispered once the lack of air finally got to the both of them, pulling not even an inch away to catch their breath.

"yeah?"

art couldn't come up with a response or excuse to letting his name slip past his lips, just shaking his head in dismissal as he looked up at him. his back was pressed against the cool wall now, slouching while y/n looked down at him. his knee shifted between art's legs, careful not to put his pained leg under any more stress.

"you know, you kiss as well as you play".

y/n's words left art with a puzzled look over his face, too dazed to decipher whether he was being insulted or complimented. as his back continued to slide down the wall, to the point of laying back on tashi's carpeted floors, he licked his lips - damp with anticipation and want.

y/n's fingers finally reached the hem of his shorts. every move he made was too slow, too cocky. he knew what art needed and he knew how far they could go while settled into the floor of their friend's room. dipping down again, art's hair brushing against his face once they were finally in the proximity they longed for, y/n whispered,

"let's work on that".

#challengers 2024 #challengers #challengers x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #art donaldson x m reader #art donaldson x male reader #x male reader #x m reader #x top male reader

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littleaipom · 5 months

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My Top Favorite Drawings from 2023:

"I shouldn't be here!" I put my heart and soul in this one. i am the cartoon dino. i don't know why i'm here or what i'm doing.

2. "Do you only know how to run?" the color palette, the imagery with the landscape shaped to a heartrate monitor, the way this was extrapolated from my real-life worries and the way fear can become overwhelming when playing a survival sim game. it's a comic from the heart.

3. "Let's stay here a while." another labor of love, to capture something sweet. i'll overlook it's flaws for the sentimental value it holds. in this i see a dream of peace.

4. "two snarky robots". this one turned out cleeeeaaaan. the character interaction is everything i wanted, very amusing.

5. "no brain no brawn". 1st digital thing i drew in 2023 and i just love the energy in it. i see anger threatening tears in the eyes as the pachy is scrambling after seemingly being knocked down. a lot of the same ideas/themes as the #1 drawing, and 100% inspired it.

6. Redraw of that one SA2 art, you know the one, with my oc Trench, and Blaze. i love how the lineweights and colors came thru for it being traditional art.

7. "Sonic Rush Adventure 2 minicomic"(page 3). Even if i didn't finish my very short comic, i reached the moment that inspired the whole thing. the "copy-cat" callout and ensuing interaction. and i've got my OC looking rather professional in not one but TWO fullbody shots here!

8. "Sona". i don't think i've ever put such nice detail and color into my fursona before, and the face shape seems so well constructed. normally my art construction tends to be very loose and result in faces sliding off of heads and such

9. "Between a rock and a bunch of hungry carnivores". the cartoonism combined with the 'perspective' and lineweights and visual story of this one delight me.

10. "they're just really cute, okay?" yes i had a bit of a year shipping these two lol. i love how relaxed and joyful they both look here, and the way they overlap and lean into each other despite the toonishly giant hands and shoes. the uncharacteristically large smile on blaze. it's good fluff.

11. "Anger". it's all in the emotion and the colors and shapes. i can feel the burst of heat and the white-hot rage i wanted to capture.

#postmadders #i've become a showhost for my blog now. in case you missed anything important here they are #i like to talk about my art. and it's worth talking about #long post #2023 in review

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pinacoladamatata · 11 months

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what have I become? my sweetest friend?

latching onto the 0.3 seconds of Astarion being soft in the trailer like it's a fckin lifeline lads

#thank u larian #astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #its about the *hands*#listening to crystal talk about how *one of the romance endings* made her cry. haha. im in danger #this might hurt worse than any other video game romance so far. this sounds like it could hurt me worse than the ninth rain did #which is a Feat bc after the poison song i was sobbing on the couch and my husband thought someone had died #i mean they had but it was ;-;#pina art #also i am counting this as a win bc i can now draw for a solid 30 minutes after surgery!#i mean my elbow is killing me but it was worth it

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moeblob · 3 months

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Hey so I have to inform you all because I am morally and legally obligated to inform people about this movie -

I have told you before that Clue (1985) was available on Amazon Prime and today I have even better news. I don't know when it was added BUT ! it's FREE TO WATCH (with ads) ON YOUTUBE !

Also it's my favorite movie (this doesn't matter I just have to say it).

Also also just because I found this out five minutes ago it was released on Dec 13, 1985. Which was a Friday. A movie about a board game about murder released on Friday the 13th ? Truly a move of all time.

EDIT: Someone wanted to know if you can watch it with adblock on and hey! You can! (I have watched it problem free)

#moe talks a lot #not art #haha get it a move of all time cause it is ... based on a game..... moves.....#anyway hello please I am requesting people to consider watching this movie i own it twice on dvd and once digitally #and will probably watch it on youtube with ads just because i can because its worth it and i want to enjoy it everywhere i can #until the day i die i will try to open a door incorrectly and my brain will scream at me #LET US IN LET US IN ! - LET US OUT LET US OUT !#thinking about that time i asked a guy his bday and it was dec 13 and im like oh cool just like this other worker #and he widened his eyes and informed me ITS ALSO TSWIFTS BDAY #and now i am regretting being unable to plug my favorite movie to two men who both knew that tswift had the same bday #i had a CHANCE to say OH DEC 13 THE SAME DAY AS MY FAVORITE MOVIES RELEASE YOU SHOULD WATCH IT #gosh i really will plug this movie to everyone

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star-sparkler · 6 months

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I had a dream someone drew a really cute August in winter clothes but I couldn't comment on it right away and when I finally could they'd taken it down waaaa. I was running around like WAIT WHO DREW IT I LOVED IT COME BACK LET ME HAVE A COPY OF IT PLEASE!!

Anyway if I don't respond to August stuff right away it's not because I don't like it or I'm annoyed or anything. I'm just often busy trying to be an adult human and sometimes I don't know what to say right away or I want to do something for it or I genuinely missed it in the shuffle of notifs or I don't have time to but I wANT to react and I wILL even if it takes me like months to get there lol.

I always love ppls' enthusiasm for August - it's such a delight and gift as an OC creator and just cause I love her so dang much. I don't want to take any of the positivity for granted. Thank you everyone who's ever played in the space with me!

#I KNOW I SAY THIS PRETTY OFTEN BUT IT'S WORTH REPEATING JUST IN CASE.#I'm still stunned anyone has EVER liked August let alone enough to like talk about her? draw her?? WOAH!!!!#I'll never be over the influx of fan art last year. That was INSANE. /positive - I still treasure all of it #I just!!! Love my silly little self indulgent fan character oc so much!!!! It's nuts!#I'm gonna go ahead and put this in my August tag #sO YOU ALWAYS KNOW I CARE....#AugustineHamato

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not-the-blue · 1 year

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world's greatest archer

#my art #clint barton #hawkeye #marvel #i missed drawing him!! he's my little guy #uh so i wanted to make a whole post about this but i guess i'll just ramble in the tags #my new year's resolution in 2022 was to draw every day #i think all in all i missed about a week's worth of days #which i knew was gonna happen and was ready to forgive myself for #when i met david aja at thought bubble i told him he's the reason i'm studying art now but that's only partly true #if there wasn't a whole fan community around his work i don't think i would've been this motivated to be better #i've said it before and i'll say it again. each and every one of you is an inspiration #idk what i want to say here #god i miss being a part of an honest to god fan community. like talking to people on tumblr and shit #could that be another 2023 resolution? talk to people on tumblr? be cringe?#anyway. i'm still planning on getting better at art so watch out for that #in the meantime here's a clint

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virfujiwara · 1 month

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This is gonna tank but eyyyy new BFUCU art for my sideblog lol

I suppose it's incredibly ironic that Phil is a perpetually broke vampire in my universe </3

#BFUCU #sleepless art #Filthy McNasty #watcher entertainment #Steven Lim #bfwi #buzzfeed worth it #not a fan of the laser focused hate on Steven when we are talking about a company-wide shift but hey I can't fucking police anyone's opinio #my art #this is technically not finished but like it was made for when the announcement was gonna drop because I thought it was gonna be fun times #watcher

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wazzappp · 6 months

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Ok @moosemonstrous here we fuckin go.

OK SO. I apologize if it comes off more Evangellion than Pacific Rim but I thought that making The Charger more slender would help to differentiate it and allow for a focus on agility (also helps it to look more skeletal and unsettling).

The Charger is built in layers. An outer layer that constitutes the armor, a thinner covering, metal scaffolding, secondary thin covering, and then finally the essential wiring that makes the 'nervous system' of the Jaeger. Most of the damage (corruption scars, nicks, paint chipping) is just cosmetic, and the structural nature of the Jaeger is intact.

HOWEVER. The same can not be said of the reactor core. At some point (maybe during Eli's death?) corruption made its way behind the main fans of the outer engine and into the main reactor that powers the Jaeger. In theory this should lead to a catastrophic failure, but in this instance Im thinking there was a chemical reaction that essentially stabilized the corrosive nature of the Corruption (were gonna circle back to that).

For the most part my version of Robbies suit is fairly standard. I added an orange tint to his helmet screen for flavor because hey. Why not.

The spine of the suit is probably newly integrated to allow for an updated interface, I imagine theres at least a little development in the technology between the time Eli dies and Robbie comes into play. That would make the suit a weird mishmash of past and new technology which could be VERY fun.

Also I LOVED the white accents @cicada-candy added for their design but I didn't want to steal ideas so I just added it in my own places. Your art fucks severely bro I just wanted to make sure and let you know that <3

TIME FOR MY FAVORITE PART: SPECULATION ABOUT THE CORRUPTION AND ITS THEORETICAL GENETIC EFFECTS IN DOSES ON A SUBJECT!!!!!! (AKA self indulgence part 2 electric boogaloo)

I believe you mentioned the Corruption being a Neurotoxin which would be Very fun and VERY cool but I also have a suggestion. Mainly because you also referenced an increase in Robbies strength, as well as another person who got fuckin deaded shortly after.

A rapid growth in muscle density to allow for this strength would be very interesting, but why would the Corruption cause that? Simple answer; it isn't. At least not intentionally. Whats actually happening is a kind of nerve damage that changes the brains regulation of muscular exertion. Our brains really only let us use a certain percentage of our real strength, because if we just let loose and used it all we would cause significant physical damage to ourselves. Like. ripping your own tendons free from their anchors. you could break your own bones. you would die SO fast bro.

Now it is POSSIBLE to access this strength in situations of extreme stress and thats how you get people lifting cars off of loved ones, but this does still cause damage. It also gets more complicated when you consider Fast Twitch muscle reactions but for the sake of simplicity: You Would Die.

So a release of cortisol and other stress hormones, combined with a lessened ability to control strength. This means they would be USING that strength A LOT against ANYONE AND EVERYONE. But maintaining this sort of metabolism is not reasonable. Someone suffering from Corruption would likely also suffer from Hypoglycemia fatally. So extremely strong, extremely scared, and extremely short lived is the kind of deal we would be talking about here.

SO. Having said ALL OF THAT. WHAT IS ROBBIES DEAL. Well heres my proposal: The Corruption is a virus that causes neurodegenerative disease.

If Robbie was exposed to very small amounts of it as a child, it's possible it was inactive or defective, which would have allowed for an immunization point. Its also highly possible that this is a virus that can not survive (well i say survive very lightly. theres significant debate as to wether viruses are actually alive at all but I digress) outside its usual area AKA Inside a demon. He could have been exposed through contaminated water, direct contact, maybe even breathing burned version through the air. Either way, he came into contact with a weakened version of the virus and it helps him later on.

As he comes into DIRECT contact with Corruption via plugging into The Charger this is when we would start to see some more interesting effects. This Corruption would still be different though because of the aforementioned stabilizing chemical reaction in the reactor. Also, because I think Eli's DNA would be integrated into it. This provides Robbie with genetic compatibility for the virus to jump off of. Remember, viruses don't want to kill a host, they just want to reproduce as much as possible (which does end up killing a host but still). And a fun fact about viruses is that we never actually get rid of them, we just get rid of the symptoms. Once you have it its in you forever.

SO. 1. Immune response from Robbies body begins to cause the nervous damage that would allow for his rapid increase in strength. 2.Immune system recognizes the genetic material is familiar (Eli doing something good even inadvertently I guess). 3. Immune system neutralizes the virus and incorporates it into Robbies genetic coding. All good right? Happy ending? WRONG.

BECAUSE WHEN THERE ARE COPYING ERRORS IN YOUR DNA (SOMETIMES FROM VIRUSES) WHAT DO WE CALL IT?? DING DING DING 10 POINTS TO THE MUTUAL THAT SAID ✨MUTATION✨

This virus still carries genetic material from demons, this would also be getting integrated into Robbies DNA. Places like his spine which would have the most regular contact with the Corruption would probably take the brunt of these changes. It's possible that the nerve damage never truly goes away and he continuously tears and then rebuilds those muscles, resulting in overall increased strength thats technically?? stabilized?? Also I could totally see his body going 'oh shit were finally growing with decent access to fuel? BET' and just. Reactivates the growth plates in his bones ('Look! I've fixed his runt of the litter insecurity!' 'YOU FUCKED UP A PERFECTLY GOOD PILOT IS WHAT YOU DID. LOOK AT HIM. HES GOT ANXIETY ABOUT THE STATE OF HIS HUMANITY').

Oh yeah its also worth noting that this would be like. Pretty painful. We're talking constant soreness, cramps, deep aches that just won't go away. General suffering <3

Of course tapetum lucidum OF COURSE TEEF obviously as if I could go without it. You can get funky with mutations because hey. fucky wucky demon genome integration whoop whoop. Also could be interesting to see damaged areas on the Charger manifest on Robbie as damaged tissue. His skin says 'AH. Damage' and copies itself as scar tissue instead of the usual.

Oh god Ive been writing for a solid hour and a half I was supposed to be asleep a while ago ok. Moose I love this au and its making me unwell thank you for sharing with the class I hope you will consider my virus proposal for body horror purposes.

#love the idea of him just getting up one morning and going '??? Was the floor?? that far away before??'#im a sucker for it dude #also I am like. not a biologist . just enthusiastic about biology without the education. so take everything here with a grain of salt lmfao #i gotta go to sleep now. how am I gonna do that. much excitement. i make responsible choices like an adult.#ughhhh #robbie reyes #ghost rider #im prolly gonna look at this in the morning and edit the hell out of it because in my joyus haze of bullshit I didnt connect paragraphs #but fuck it we ball #pacific rim ghost rider au #my art #digital art #sketch #oh its also worth noting that the ✨mutations✨ im talking about generally result in like. cancer. very cancer #eli morrow #<- naughty. goes at the bottom of the list

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Hellooo sorry to bother but what do u use for ur animations ? There so cool btw ;)

hii no bother! thank u for saying so also!

my go-to main man is Toon Boom Harmony when i wanna just chill on the couch though i use Procreate (haven't tried Dreams yet! waiting for some bugs to work themselves out) i also comp in After Effects and sometimes do texture stuff in Photoshop

#and uh films are edited in premiere #i love talking about this stuff and had to shorten it down so like anyone who wants to talk shop...i'm here. hehe #toonboom's my guy tho fr it's daunting but worth the effort !!!!!!#OH and i've been playing around in loooom some too but not a ton yet #asks and replies #king-cookiesdays66 #not art

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fulcrvm · 28 days

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Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @teejaystumbles ! A really nice surprise!! :D I am indeed contemplating writing two Dead Boy Detectives fic right now, but they're both in the very early 'being-outlined-in-my-head' stage, haha. They both revolve around post-s1 Edwin pining for Charles, one where Edwin takes matters into his own hands and one where he decides to have a chat with the Cat King about it. Not sure if they'll ever be written but they're intriguing!

But for the sake of the tag game, here's a lengthy bit from a Dreamling wip I've slowly been chipping away at for a few months!

A scene from Every Little Thing (Working Title)— In which Morpheus is a figure drawing professor who has just been fired from a film production based on his comics, and Hob does part-time figure modeling and is determined befriend the aforementioned professor.

Morpheus picks his class schedules wisely— he runs two first year general figure drawing classes, at 8 a.m. and at noon on Mondays and Thursdays. He helps the uni’s live figure workshop club on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m., and meets his sister for lunch on Wednesdays. All other free time was dedicated for his industry work. That wouldn’t be a concern anymore, would it. By the time Morpheus unlocks the door to the studio, sets his bag down by his desk, and starts fiddling with the ceiling studio lights pointed at the model stand, all of Morpheus’ thoughts have reduced to pure spite. Fine, maybe the big studios don’t want him. They don’t deserve him, then, their loss. His portfolio and repertoire are infamous in the industry, they’ll be crawling back to him in no time. Too bad, maybe he would have started his own production studio and he’ll end up with the next ground-breaking animated film. Maybe— Morpheus’ thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. He shakes himself out of it, calling, “Come in.” A glance at his watch tells him it’s only 7:48, perhaps it’s an overeager student here early. It’s only the second week of the semester, they grab every opportunity to prove themselves with a spirited step that Morpheus might be slightly envious of. “Hello, Morpheus Endeles?” Hearing his full name startles Morpheus, and he turns from the lighting settings to the door. “Yes?” The man who steps into view can only be described as radiant. He can’t be much older than Morpheus, not much taller either but wider in the shoulders. His hair is cropped just above his shoulders and he sports a neatly kept beard. Morpheus registers this all first simply because of his profession but— he gets caught on the man’s brilliant smile and deep brown eyes. There’s something there that knocks all thoughts clear out of Morpheus’ head. The stranger smiles warmly, smiles like he already cares. “I’m here to model for the morning and noon figure classes?” The man says. Morpheus clears his throat and steps forward, “Yes, this is the right studio.” He extends a hand, “Robert Gadling, I presume?” The man takes his hand— god, he’s so warm— and shakes it steadily, “Please, call me Hob! All my friends do.”

I'm a sucker for the 'Morpheus catalogues Hob's appearance during their first meeting' trope in most Dreamling human AU fics, I couldn't not do it too :]

Besides this, I've also got a Dreamling Velvet Goldmine-ish AU fic that I want to get done this summer. I'm a very slow and ruminative writer so let's see if I can commit to any of these fics now that I've posted about them lol!

No pressure tags! I have no idea who's been tagged recently so-- lol. @hardly-an-escape @valeriianz @moorishflower @amielot :)

#ive seen so many Artist Dream AUs but theyre always pretty vague with the specifics of his work so i was like #i need to write the specific ins-and-outs of what my ideal Artist Dream AU would be. and its this #that he's a really difficult collaborator with extreme creativity who starts out in animation #and branches out from there into art directing various things doing his own comics on the side (the corinthian is one of his comics)#(he DEFINITELY forays into themed environmental design)#which is half inspired by my actual professors' professional lives and a guest speaker that spoke to us recently #i want morpheus to be really good at teaching younger artists #and i want him to doubt weather his passion for storytelling is worth it #and i want hob to befriend him and ground him by reminding murphy about what he loves about making art #and of course i love figure drawing classes so much! theyre the essence of narrative art #and ofc hob and dream are gonna fuck at some point. i already have a mildly kinky sequel scene planned involving hob knowing how paint #anyway god this is so long #i just love the ideas in this fic theyre so personal to me. i really hope i finish this fic and get to share it with everyone :')#LONG POST AUGH ANYWAY BYE THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME TASH!!!!!!#i dont really get to talk about my fic anymore so this was really nice thank you :') !#rex writes #rex speaks #tag game #last line tag game #long post #fic

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