#[5 days after drawing me] so like i drew this in like. One night. One sitting etc

[twilightarcade]

OC-tober day 6 - symbol

These two freaks.. caduceus ft some assorted article clippings! Transcripts of said article clippings under the cut :]

1- top left

"Caduceus as a symbol of medicine

The caduceus is the traditional symbol of Hermes and features two snakes winding around an often winged staff. It is often used as a symbol of medicine, especially in the United States, despite its ancient and consistent associations with trade, liars, thieves, eloquence, negotiation, alchemy, and wisdom."

2- top right

"The author of the study suggests that professional associations are more likely to have a historical understanding of the two symbols, whereas commercial organizations are more likely to be concerned with the visual impact a symbol will have on sales."

3- bottom right

"Wing clipping is the process of trimming a bird's primary wing feathers or remiges so that it is not fully flight-capable, until it moults, sheds the cut feathers and grows new ones."

4 & 5- behind everything, the long ones

the one on the left is a snippet from the Declaration of Helsinki, while the right is a snippet from the Hippocratic Oath, as written by Louis Lasagna. I don't believe said snippets have been chosen with any particular care but who knows really.

#notwordswordstag #OC-tober #bweirdOCtober #harry woudl be proud. That's not even his name but i don't care to remember it #mr heavy handed symbolism #caduceus ♡ hippocratic oath & that one declaration i forgot which i used ♡ clipped wings ♡ snakes (one more constricting 2) ♡ roulette tabl #ummmmm think that's it #[5 days after drawing me] so like i drew this in like. One night. One sitting etc #and as with most things that are drawn in like. One sitting. I don't like it very much anymore. #like after a day or 2 its always either the best thing i've drawn EVER frame it in a museum or hot shit. Today it's the latter #but what EVER!!!!!!! yolo and stuff.... #oug i guess i need to write this in the caption Huh. #whatever i'll do that later #Something came up [said thing has been on the calendar for weeks now] and I didn't get a chance to finish day 5.... #quite unfortunate really.....! I don't actually have any plans for the pallette week were just gonna sit down and hope 4 the best #[really agressive pointing] this is THAT GUUUUY #the one i really need 2 axe but my heart says no. Because i like her. #we will have a lapse in story logic just this once (once...) 4 da guy. #umm what else [post caption writing me] i was going to trace the articles but it got a bit tedious #i probably could've it would have looked nice #also the colors here are a bit awkward because i was dead set on having a limited pallette with like. 3 colors. #i was going to make [lady on the left]'s wings black just 4 contrast then i didn't. #think I shouldve but some evil voice in my brain said it was cringe..... #quite a shame really. #i am so SLEEPY!!!!!!!!!!!! All the time foreger #had a pretty good burger today [thumbs up emoji] #ok we r !! getting of subject #i thi nk i had like 40 different things 4 today. Same with day 5. But alas I can only do so much #ok i need to go draw an arizona iced tea. please await my return anxiously

[skcirthinq]

I may have read "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good" by @dandylovesturtles again.

So I drew. Again. (Small spoilers ahead)

The first piece is a little comic adaptation from chapter 2; context is that Leo is cursed out of his body, intangible, and unable to communicate.

And well. His family doesn't know about the curse.

And Donnie's been running some tests on Leo's empty body. They're not. Coming up with good results.

Dandylovesturtles's writing is so much more impactful than what I got here, so like! If you haven't, go read their works!

The other pieces are random scenes from the rest of the fic, with some descriptions under the cut.

Image 1: colored and rendered comic adaptation of a scene from chapter 2 of "I May Be Invisible". Raph is hitting a punching bag, while Leo walks in and watches him. Raph cannot see or hear Leo. They're both upset, with Raph's knuckles splitting open and bleeding, and tears gathering in his eyes over the panels. Leo begins to sit down, as Raph stops punching, and falls to his knees, crying in earnest. Leo turns around to give Raph some privacy, and talks to Raph, who eventually curls into himself and unknowingly rolls into Leo.

Dialogue is taken from chapter 2 of "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good", Leo is the only speaker, and reads as follows: "Well, the good news is, Donnie's wrong about this one." "I know it looks bad. Donnie's not wrong about that, I mean, I saw the EEG, I know it's..." "It looks bad." " But... thanks for sticking up for me in there." "Don't give up on me, big guy." "I promise I'm doing whatever I can think of to get back to you." "I wish I could talk to you. I wish I could tell you not to worry. I mean, I know you'd worry anyway, but at least you'd worry a little less." "You don't deserve this, Raph. I wanted to take some of the weight off your shoulders, but I messed it all up again. And now you're having to deal with it, just like we make you deal with everything, and I'm just... I'm so sorry." "At least, do me a favor, and talk to Dad? Or April, or ... Or someone." "Not Donnie, obviously, that could Not have gone worse. But you don't need to deal with this on your own. I hope you don't deal with this on your own..." "Sleep, big guy. I'm with you, I promise. I'm not going anywhere. "

Image 2: when your cursed brother yeets himself off an overpass and through a van's roof and the artist won't draw cars. (A partially rendered set of drawings featuring a blue, glitchy Leo falling through the roof of a moving vehicle, while an upset Mikey crouches on the roof. It's night, raining, and lights are zooming past at high speed.)

Image 3: Leo activated his ninpo after a character arc, just in time for the final battle! (Partially Rendered; a blue glitchy Leo, holding katanas solidifying from his ninpo, turns and looks over his shoulder. Behind him is a wall of pink-magenta flames being pulled up by the big bad.)

Image 4: Leo's family and friends are seeing him (image 3) for the first time in days. While also beating up some elementals. (Sketch)

Images 5-10: sketches of various scenes from the rest of the fic, except for 7, which did Not happen. But I thought would be a little funny if it had. 5 is Mikey and Donnie playing catch with the cursed amulet. 6 is Raph busting out of a dome made of rock. 7 is April accidentally letting the baseball instincts take over when being tossed the Leo ball. 8 is Raph trying to squeeze through a narrow cave passage, and Leo walking through the cave walls. 9 is Casey Sr. getting one last punch in on an elemental. And 10 is Leo looking up at his overjoyed family, once he gets back into his body.

Obviously, all credit goes to Dandylovesturtles!

#illustration #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #slapping some color on some sketches~ Im trying to work on like. doing comics? more sequential art. so like. yknow. #i know the dialogue is pretty small. sorry about that! im trying to find a balance between art and dialogue and i kinda. faceplanted on thi #i gotta post now or i will never stop fiddling with everythinggggg

[explicitred]

Noises

June 19, Post 15 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Alhaitham x Male Reader

“I hope my roommate won't be hammering away on another one of his projects in the dead of night... Actually, I'd prefer if he wasn't home at all. I really don't want to wear my soundproof earpieces to bed.”

synopsis: In which Alhaitham can’t sleep from the sounds of Kaveh’s architect duties, and needs you♡

Hammering noises echoed throughout the house, harsh sounds reaching Alhaitham’s room. 

Alhaitham’s immediately opened after a particularly loud noise. The scribe’s eyes trailed to your hand, the one that he held in the middle of between you both. You laid on your back, eyes closed with a peaceful expression. Alhaitham was on his side, so that he could hold your hand, yet the space between you two put a small distance. 

A stoic and intimidating man to the Akademiya and the public, yet he was shy for you since he wasn’t used to physical contact or initiating affection. Whatever you did, heat would rush to his cheeks. Alhaitham would reread the same sentence of the paragraph in his book multiple times without stopping as he subtly stiffened, his breathing quickly becoming uneven.

The hammering only grew louder and louder, leading to Alhaitham deciding to close the gap between the both of you on the bed. The scribe didn’t want to start wearing his soundproof earpieces to sleep, but he was seriously considering it. The better and more preferable option was to dig his face into your chest or neck to hopefully sleep peacefully and not hear the irking noises in your warm and comfortable embrace.

Alhaitham’s heart hammered in his chest, his body pressed against and on top of you. Surely, you could hear, how loud his heart was beating. Suddenly, he felt as if he couldn’t hear Kaveh’s hammering anymore. Alhaitham’s eyes slowly closed, as your fingers ran through his hair.

The hammering only grew louder, yet Alhaitham slept peacefully in your embrace without any interruptions.

Huh, he was going to have to do this again.

I might digitally draw the scene I was thinking of to give a better visual of when they were holding hands and sleeping in the future

Dont get your hopes up though, and if i do draw it its gonna be bad lmao

(it takes me like 5 hours to complete a drawing, and i draw traditionally :c)

Its been 2 months and i still havent finished this one drawing of a character i like… aku im sorry😅

i also drew alhaitham but its still not finished yet after 2 months too lol

#explicitred #genshin impact #genshin imagines #male reader #male insert #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #male protagonist #alhaitham #genshin alhaitham #gi alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x male reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fluff #gi x you #gi x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #alhaitham fluff #al haitham

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Sun Up

I love me a domestic-ish Gale one-shot. Just a quickie about waking up with Gale on a morning where there's nothing to do.

Warnings: the beginnings of some NSFW, but not explicit

REMINDER: my inbox and requests are open! Shoot me a line and I'll write a little ditty up for ya!

You wouldn't have woken up so early if it weren't for the sudden breeze that entered through the open window next to the bed. The sound of windchimes from somewhere close in the city filled your ears as you groaned, you eyes refusing to open.

Suddenly you felt a pair of strong arms wrap you around your waist from behind. Hot breath tickled your ear as Gale spoke, his morning voice octaves lower than his normal.

"Windchimes should be outlawed on a Sunday in Waterdeep." He grumbled, pressing a kiss on whatever bodily surface was closest to him (aka your ear).

You smiled, finding it hard to speak so close to waking up. Instead, you sighed happily and lazily flipped yourself around so you were facing your boyfriend, drawing him closer to you. He kissed the top of your forehead and remained silent, both of you staying in the space between "sleep" and "awake".

Finally, after a few minutes (between 5 and 30, you couldn't really be sure), you spoke: "I don't want to do anything today."

Gale grumbled in agreement, "Neither do I, my love. At some point we do need to head to the market for the onions for dinner tonight-" I instantly began to protest and Gale chuckled, "I said at some point. As in, maybe four hours from now, darling."

"Fine." I finally grumbled, my eyes still closed and voice still foggy. I lazily drew circles on Gale's chest, running my fingers through his chest hair. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting early morning shadows through the room. The room, which was messy from scattered books and various academic papers strewn about, was supposed to have been cleaned within the past few days, a promise you and Gale had made to each other.

Eh...you'd get around to it.

The waves from the water in the distances lulled a sense of peace for the morning. You sighed happily again, running your hands up and down Gale's back. He mimicked your actions, peppering your head with kisses.

"Something on your mind, my dear?" He asked trailing his finger over your jawline. This action sent shivers down your spine as you looked up to him, immediately getting lost in his soulful, brown eyes.

"Just...content," You said, stretching you legs by pushing downward with them. "I could rest like this forever."

And it was true. The previous "adventure" of ridding the tadpoles and saving Faerun (and everything that came along with it), though brought you and Gale together, wasn't necessarily a fun one. You remembered the nights when you'd lay awake in your tent, anxiety spilling out of you with thoughts of what was to come and what you were to experience soon. You longed for the days where you could lazily lounge in bed...and once something started stirring between you and Gale, you longed for the days where you could lazily lounge in bed.

With him. Naked.

It often never seemed like those days would come, but now that this was your life, and you had gotten everything you ever wanted, you couldn't help but relish in the splendors. Some mornings you'd wake with a start, your body being tricked that the domesticated bliss you shared with Gale wasn't real - that you were still somewhere deep on the trail, anticipating your next battle. But when you'd turn and see Gale sleeping peacefully, snoring lightly, sometimes Tara at your feet...your heart would calm. The adrenaline pulsing through your body would soften, and you'd slip back under the sheets, immediately wrapping and arm around Gale not only for comfort, but also for grounding.

You both were safe, and far away from the past of battle and trials. The most vicious thing you had to deal with was whether or not you wanted chicken or lamb for dinner that evening.

"Ah," Gale said in agreement, wrapping himself closer to you, "As could I. How lucky are we, my love?" He smiled and started to kiss down your jawline, mimicking the pattern he had created with his finger just moments before.

You breathed his name as he continued, trailing down your neck to your collarbone. You felt a heat rising within you that doubled in sensation when Gale's hand found itself on the outside of your thigh, and with one swift motion, gripped your skin possessively. You gasped, one of your hands finding itself in Gale's hair, giving it a hard tug. He growled lightly in response and with the same hand that was on your thigh a moment earlier, he gently pushed your leg open, moving himself closer so you could feel his hardening anticipation.

"I thought you said you didn't want to do anything today..." You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt your heart start to beat faster as Gale's hand explored the lower half of your body and his lips started to suck on the spots his was kissing. How easily you lost yourself with him.

He chuckled and pulled back slightly, looking at you. "Well...you drive such a hard bargain. Who am I to say no to...doing something today, when that something happens to be the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on, lying in bed next to me?" His eyes were twinkling and it caused you to giggle.

"Well, who am I to object?" You spoke, your voice growing husky again. Immediately, your lips found his and you both started to moan, bodies moving together. You giggled and pulled the blankets up to your chins.

So...it wasn't a day of doing completely nothing.

#gale imagine #gale headcanon #gale fan fiction #balders gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale fanfic #gale headcanons #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale oneshot #bg3

[dropthedemiurge]

Last Twilight Episode 10 Reaction

I wasn't even going to write my own posts of LT but this episode just delivered punch after punch! I couldn't help but comment, so–

I love to see Jimmy and Mark using their dramatic acting microexpressions attacks on my heart, i'm bleeding but I'm fascinated. Sea has grown a lot and acts so believable, I want to praise him. But damn, maybe it's because I actually remember Jimmy and Mark since Bad Buddy, the contrast is huge here. Jimmy also does that thing with the jaw that makes him look more manly and mature, none of the young and mischeivous Wai, in Vice Versa he also didn't reach this level of complexity, I think we all should bow to P'Aof & team for leading him.

I know I should be talking about Day who isn't crying while his family is devastated (he knew and was prepared and felt comfortable as long as he had Mork, they were not prepared) but I am biased... The way Night didn't even dare to touch Day when he wanted to comfort him at doctor office Т_Т And how later, at the dinner table he looked with such disbelief, and hesitantly started teasing Day as sibling again when Day reached out Т_т And how for months he felt he deserved to be silent, torn apart and uncomfortable, yelled at and judged for not taking care of his brother properly.

Noo, my heart!

But also Day and Mork, of course, the way Day bravely said "The last thing I saw in my life was his face", and Mork said "I'm sorry" and I can understand the mom going "you crossed over all lines with ny son, get out of my house", and it's probably huge red HR violation but Jimmy's big teary eyes aaaaah how could she not fold? I saw some comments on tumblr about the show not calling out her being abusive and everything, but I strongly disagree and I think it all makes sense. The strong single mom, the asian family, the unwanted oppression and self-misery that finally cracked during Christmas dinner – I could probably write my view on this in another post but who cares.

Dhskajvs I love how Porjai and Night are "patpraning" Mork and Day, like they are setting up plans to look like accidents just for two undestined lovebirds to be able to sneak out on a date from the parent who shouldn't know about it, very PatPran behavior xD Only friends are the one making it work xD

That's the face of a man giggling because he just declared himself a father and a future husband on his own (oh their mom is going to have a heart attack but who cares). "That's my child" - look at the sky, this night is so freaking green~ I'd say the real winner of that marathon was Night, Day maybe got a medal and a boyfriend but Night got a girl and a kid! xD His confidence is hot, but also I wouldn't hesitate a second as well if I saw Porjai available to be loved, I mean look at her! What a treasure.

I can't believe I was so on board and rooting for a hetero couple in a BL since the very first second but they are still going too damn strong. I love them. I shall draw a fanart.

Omg, pop-up books shout-out in a BL! First time seeing this. Okay, Day and Mork are freaking cute, I usually lose interest when characters start dating but they are so damn adorable and in their happy bubble here! Smiling and goofy Jimmy is all I need in this economy.

Master Aon is slaying on a dance floor, this actor is honestly stealing the show and I love it for him... I like how he shows being advanced and comfortable as visually impaired person in relationship with a girl that can see, the calling out and gestures and the comfort.

P'Aof and his damn heartwarming community scenes, first with MLC and now here, I knew what I walked in and still wasn't prepared for all the EmOtiOns<3

Promoting Oishii as one of the color paints is very creative but all it makes me think of is a VERY relatable situation with actual artists who put tea cup and water for paint on the same table... Yeah xD

Also, sniff kisses are so cute, fight me, westerns.

Lmao, Day even drew Jimmy's poor 5 o'clock shade above the lips fvsjakjahk I wonder which one of the staffs drew it, or was it actually Sea? No matter what, I bet this person had a lot of fun anyway :D

Okay, THERE ARE MORE SCENES THAT MAKE ME ALMOST CRY Poor Night, he was so unloved and judged in this family for a year, I will actually fight everyone to give him his own special beef stew.

He was going to distance himself out of guilt as a self punishment and feelings of 'the hero is here, the villain should vanish' supported by both people closest to him, but Day insisted he's a family and he should stay, reminding their mother of it… Oh no. So many feelings.

Again, it deserves another post. Where I talk about how Night feels like such a man, a protective adult who changed and is able and actively wants to take care of dear people, but who looks and feels like a small punished kid in his own family house. Day too, btw, but he hasn't found as much confidence as he struggles with blindness as well.

But I loved that family having fun scene. I loved it so much. That family trying out cake eating blindly was so nice, oozing of happiness. The curse of misery deserves to be broken, and the kids are the one breaking it, as usual. Mother should remember what's really important - her and her kids happiness, not control that's led by fear. But it's not easy. This is why this scene is so important, and filled with happy and relieved tears. Tbh I didn't feel like P'Aof glossed over the mother-son conflict, it's just that the narration feels... I don't wanna say more asian, it might be different from the sort of justice/revenge what some of the people wanted to see. I understand it and it hits home.

Oh I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING, P'AOF!

Something tells me in a very loud way that this operation won't go well, look at Sea's face! The scene just screams "I still can't see anything". It would be such a P'Aof type of teaser as well, give hope and then trick into the opposite. I can't imagine him actually getting his vision cured. I'll fight myself if that's what actually happens in the next episode. It's a great way to show that you should just keep enooying life instead of regretting the cure.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #last twilight meta #morkday #night #last twilight night #porjainight #dropthemeta #last twilight reaction #tbh this whole post is just mork and night squealing #but yeah this one was such a good episode

[loveyjeongie]

Little!Momo Hcs

hi!! I haven’t posted much of anything in quite a minute so I thought i’d share some thoughts about little momo from this au I have (still working it out) :)

Momo is one of the members who regresses fairly often, she’s only usually big when she’s able to suppress it for times when she’s working but even then she happens to slip sometimes during schedules and has to be brought back to the dorm

She slips between ages but its only ever between 1-5 and she’s more frequently 2-4

Momo is autistic and also nonverbal when regressed

The girls have learned that when she regresses she doesn’t really understand korean very well, so if mina or sana aren’t around it gets difficult to communicate with momo albeit they try their hardest with the little bits of japanese they do know

This causes a lot of miscommunication tho because momo will get frustrated and upset that no one can understand her and vice versa :(

Mina takes care of her the most and is her primary caregiver among the girls, but everyone helps out a lot

Since momo doesn’t communicate verbally, mina got her a bear themed notepad (she loves bears) to write words or draw pictures to help them understand what she wants

They always make sure its nearby with one of those crayola orange markers bc its the only color she’ll write in (they bulk bought 100)

They also have communication cards that chaeyoung drew and had sana write with momo in both japanese and korean so it helps the other members as well

She’s a clingy baby :( she likes to play but other times she will cry a lot until someone picks her up and holds her, and will get really fussy when she’s put down again so she’s always kept very close to someone else

Jeongyeon got her a special weighted blanket that is only about 2 lbs and when she’s feeling very overwhelmed they wrap it around her and it calms her down a lot

Momo doesn’t like sitting on the couch or chairs bc she gets scared of being high off the ground without someone holding her, so they have a special area decked out on the living room floor with soft cushions and pillows, and the girls will sit with her there instead

Bedtime for momo is rough as she deals with a lot of nightmares, and after going through a handful of really terrible long sleepless nights they decided she’s not allowed to sleep on her own anymore

Mina sleeps with her most nights and momo is a lot more fussy when mina is busy or overseas for work but she doesn’t mind sleeping with any of the other girls as long as they make sure to stick to her routine as closely as possible

If she is going to bed with one of the other girls they have to facetime mina until she falls asleep otherwise she wont sleep

When she still has a really hard time during the night, they’ll wrap her up in her blanket and bring her out to her area in the living room and sleep with her there

She’s not extremely picky with food but she’s very specific about what she eats for breakfast in the morning because she wont eat anything else besides dry cereal and a bottle of slightly watered down orange juice

Her favorite member to have take care of her besides mina is jihyo :]

Jihyo even started taking extra japanese language classes to help her communicate with momo better

One of her favorite things is when jihyo holds her while singing songs from a playlist they made for her

Also when sana and nayeon play or stim with her, it makes her feel less nervous about doing it alone

She really likes animals. Even if sometimes the girl’s pets become overstimulating she loves seeing them and playing with them its really cute

Since momo is constantly on the floor they need to clean the dorm twice a day bc she’ll get sick if they don’t… the cleaning stuff scares her tho so they have to give her headphones and take her into an empty (already cleaned) room :(

this is kinda long, but if you want me to make a part 2 (I have lots I could talk about) or have any questions about any of it/want me to talk abt anything specific feel free to send me asks :] i’d love to talk about her

#loveyjeongie #sfw #sfw blog #twice agere #agere #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #twice #kpop agere #little!momo #cg!mina #cg!jihyo #cg!twice #twice momo #twice headcanons #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #twice au

[deathclassic]

tag game wedenesday thursday

thank you @iansw0rld @sgtmickeyslaughter @spacerockwriting @rayrayor and @energievie for the tag, it's really appreciated <3

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Name: Molly

Age: Twenty five

Location: Somewhere in Australia

And now...

Latest music discovery: I've been listening to a lot of south korean and japanese metalcore bands lately, really digging 'end these days' and 'synsnake' from south korea as well as japanese bands like 'break your fist', 'foad', 'c-gate', 'knosis', 'daybreak of silence', 'falling asleep', 'make my day', 'prompts', 'azami' and 'girugamesh'

Latest movie: final destination 3 i think

Last TV show you finished: uhhhh probablyyyy only murders in the building

Most recently started book: nope

Most recent trip out of town: i went to a funeral a few weeks ago

Most recent trip out of the country: never left the country

Most recent gift you made yourself: made? idk i have a lot of self indulgent ian and mickey drawings that are too obscure to post

Most recent gift you made to someone else: probably for the gallavich gift exchange where i drew a blink 182 inspired piece for ms-moonlight-inn

Most recent text message you received: from my mum 'i saw you in photos at bring me the horizon on twitter, looks fun! good spot'

Most recent text message you sent: lmao i sent like 5 to my mum after that one and she didnt respond to any of them! so the last one was 'here'

Last fic you read: oh! i re read @callivich 's masquerade fic this morning - weight of the world

Last drink you had: hot choccy

Last thing you ate: a piece of bread when i got home from bring me the horizon last night

Latest piece of clothing you bought: a bring me the horizon tour tee, a bring me the horizon hoodie and a bring me the horizon longsleeve,,,,,

Latest piece of advice you received: 'take the hot cross mix out of the fridge when you start mixing the buns so your hands aren't cold'

Latest piece of advice you gave: 'if you go down the sides of a crowd you're more likly to get barrier even if you didn't camp out'

Latest thing you promised yourself: go to sleep whenever you can

im really really sorry if you've been tagged and have already done it :(

@creepkinginc @heymrspatel @heymacy @gardenerian @stocious @transmurderbug @transmickey @ian-galagher @callivich @suzy-queued @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool

#tagged #tag game #mutuals

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary:

Another day, another stupid man to deal with. You run into a familiar face when you go to meet up with the face and person that's been on your mind all day.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Nancy Drew and the Instagram Account

You start your Sunday early to beat the sun and the heat. Your cycling group is meeting up on the San Diego waterfront just as the sun rises. The day is clear and just a bit crisp. You revel in the chill now as it will heat up soon, especially with the hilly route on deck for today. The ride starts easily with the Bay Shore Bikeway up to La Jolla then it heats up with a trip to the top of Mount Soledad, the ride down is fast enough that you can feel the moisture in your eyes being wicked away by the arid dry air. The rest of the course skirts around the eastern edges and suburbs of San Diego. After a few stops for water and some snacks to keep you energized, the ride winds down at about 2 pm where you started. You start packing away some of your gear and sit to change your shoes to get on the ferry. As you're tying the laces on your shoes, a shadow looms over you.

“Elsa, how’s it going?”

Bill asks. Of course it’s Bill, he does this every time the group meets.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight, like a date?”

Bill is nice, but he’s also a good 20 years older than you and more like your father than is comfortable in the dating scene.

“Sorry Bill, answer’s still the same, no. Besides I have plans tonight,” the thought of Jake brings an unconscious smile to your lips.

“Come on, Elsa, you’ve got to give in sometime, I’m just trying to be a nice guy. It’s just one date, I’ll cook you dinner at my house, a little wine, it’ll be a nice night. You gotta say yes.”

You sigh, knowing that what is going to come out your mouth next is going to make the next meet up the group awkward as fuck, but you can deal with akward.

“Bill, how many times have you asked me out?”

He shrugs,

“A lot, I guess.”

“And I always say no. What makes you keep asking when you get the same answer? That’s the literal definition of insanity.”

“I figure persistence pays off and besides I’m a nice guy, give me a chance.”

“Bill, the answer today, tomorrow, and every time in the future is going to be no. N. O. I don’t want to date some overbearing guy who has no respect for what I say and what boundaries I draw. Being a “nice guy” doesn’t entitle you to a date.”

By this time others in the cycling group are starting to notice the exchange. Millie, who is a retired Navy Captain, steps over to see what’s going on.

“Jeez, Elsa, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

“Bill, if you think this is me being a bitch, buckle up buttercup, you haven’t seen anything yet. I can’t help that your sense of language comprehension and pattern recognition is that of a four-year old, you sad old man. No means no. We’re done here.”

You start to walk your bike towards the ferry terminal and Millie runs over to catch up.

“You okay?” she asks, giving you a side hug.

“Yeah, just tired of dealing with Bill’s bullshit week after week. I just want to come ride and hang out with friends. Not ward off old dudes trying to get into my pants.”

“We’ll take care of it, Bill’s out of the group, easy peasy,”

Millie says. Millie is one of the founding members of the cycling group and part of a kick-ass group of older retired military women who deal with exactly zero shit from anyone.

“Thanks, Millie, I appreciate that. I gave him so many outs, but he kept coming back into the danger zone.”

She shrugs,

“Some people are just dumb. You did good back there. Do you need anyone to see you home in case he gets weird about it?”

“No, keep him occupied for about 15 minutes while I get on the ferry and I’ll be good.”

You give Millie a hug and wave goodbye as you get on your bike to ride the last little distance to the ferry. When you get home you jump into the shower to rinse all of the day’s gross parts off, real and metaphorical.

As you're getting out of the shower you hear your phone ding:

Lydia: So you and Hangman, becoming a thing? A baseball game (glad you found a dork that likes baseball) and dinner at what I know is your favorite restaurant (the tapas place in the Gaslamp Quarter.) It's like you’re putting your best moves on him.

You: I'm not putting my moves on him, you and I both know I have exactly zero moves. He offered up the baseball game as amends for being a jackass the other night at the bar. I was hungry after the game so I invited him along.

Lydia: Liar. Liar. Pants on fire! 🔥 You asked him on the dinner date. I pressed him for the deets when he mentioned going to the Padres game that I saw on your Instagram. And he crumbled like a lovesick fool. Between asking for your number and him coming back practically skipping and whistling I figured it out.

You: Alright, Nancy Drew, Girl Detective you got it right. It was Colonel Mustard in the library with a wrench.

Lydia: What are you even talking about?

You: How have you never played a game of Clue?

You: Nevermind.

Lydia: So…..how was he in the sack? These Navy guys are fucking built.

You: We only made it to my porch.

Lydia: Ooh, outdoor sex. Adventurous.

You: Not that! We just had some really nice kissing that ventured into a bit of heavy petting. And then I said good night.

Lydia: Right. And you have plans with him tonight. You like like him!

You: How did you know about that?

Lydia: The walls here are hilariously thin. You can hear everything that happens here.

You: So Jake mentioned. How was that mustache ride?

Lydia: De-fucking-lightful. 10/10 would highly recommend.

You: I'll remember that yelp review when I'm in search of a mustache ride which will be…..never. Seriously, what's up with the stache? Did he lose a bet?

Lydia: Didn't come (heh heh) up in conversation.

You: You are the worst. Talk to you later, remember to keep hydrated with all the sexing you’re doing.

Lydia: Smooches & Byeeee!

You shake your head at the conversation you just had with Lydia. Before you put your phone down you text Jake to set up the now infamous drink date tonight.

You: So, we still on for drinks tonight? How does 7 at the Hard Deck sound?

You don’t expect a reply right away and put your phone on the charger and head over to the couch with a giant jug of water and make plans to watch some TV and chill for the rest of the afternoon. Somewhere, around an hour later when you've already watched two documentaries on WWII aircraft your phone dings. In what can be described as an all out sprint you rush to your phone.

Jake: That sounds like a date. See you there. Maybe this time I'll get to buy you more than one drink, (my turn.)

You: See you then.

It's about 4 pm now, which gives you enough time to whip up a nice curry for dinner and still have time to gussy up for your date. This is actually date date.

Getting ready to go out has become more of a challenge than you anticipated. You've pulled out every dress you own and rejected each one twice. You're looking for that "Oh just drinks, you just threw on whatever to come here." Your goal is effortless grace, not "I totally overthinked every aspect of my appearance and maybe had a slight panic attack." In frustration you call Lydia, breathlessly shouting out as soon as she answers,

"You actually have fashion sense, what should I wear?"

The cackle comes out of the phone speaker first and then her reply,

"Just drinks, riiight. You’re actually trying to impress him aren't you? This is adorable, Elsa has found someone to melt her frozen heart or other parts."

She snorts at her own terrible joke and you can practically hear her eyebrows rising up and down on her forehead.

"Don't overthink it like you usually do. Wear the magenta dress with the nice flowy skirt. It'll be easy to get off later."

There's a muffled male voice in the background saying something like "Come back to bed, baby."

"Are you still at Rooster's? How are you not chafed or unable to walk?"

"No, we actually ventured out for some beach time and came back to mine, a whole lot more privacy. By the way, I might have heard a certain someone moaning another person's name last night when he presumably was taking care of his blue balls courtesy of you. Well, have fun, do something I would do, Byeeee!"

You, for some reason, follow Lydia's advice and wear the suggested dress. Wearing a bra with this dress is impossible due to the plunging back. Lydia knew exactly what she was doing when she suggested this particular dress. Scanning your underwear drawer you spot a pair of black lace boy shorts that you know make your ass look really good. After setting a light curl into your dark brown, almost black hair, you leave it down to cascade down your shoulders and back. Minimal make-up, you're always going for the natural look, but for some reason you pick a darker magenta shade of lipstick that complements the dress. You grab a light sweater and your purse and you're out the door. The walk over to the Hard Deck is nice and cool and calming. The butterflies in your stomach start to flutter as you approach the door and it hits you that you actually want to impress him tonight. It's an exhilarating and terrifying concept at the same time, what are you getting yourself into?

You don't really have time to delve into your brain after that idea as I've arrived at the Hard Deck. You push open the door and pull your sweater off. Despite it being a Sunday night the place is pleasantly buzzing with a steady hum of voices and glasses clinking together and onto tabletops around the bar. You scan the crowd and don't spot Jake anywhere so you make your way up to the bar. At the bar there's is a familiar bomber jacket and black head of hair.

"As I live and breathe, it's Maverick. And in one piece,"

You say as you sit on the open bar stool next to him. He's halfway through a swig of beer when he turns and makes the connection that it’s you sitting next to him.

"Elsa! What brings you to this place?"

"Meeting a friend for a drink."

Penny comes over and asks,

"The usual?"

You nod yes. Maverick says,

“Put that on my tab, I owe this gal a drink for stepping in as my temporary guardian angel."

Penny looks a bit confused at the statement but shrugs and goes to make your drink.

"I should be asking you the same thing, what brings you down to North Island? I thought you were just going to carry on at the Skunk Works."

He takes a swig of his beer and shrugs, "The usual pissed off an Admiral. They weren't overly impressed with me breaking "the project" apart." He uses air quotes to reference the Darkstar hypersonic stealth jet you were both working on and he was serving as the test pilot.

"I'm teaching at Top Gun for a few weeks. While the Navy decides your fate for me."

He leans over to whisper,

"Thank you for saving my life, there's no other reason I'm alive other than your life pod."

"How did it perform?" you ask quietly.

"Like riding a mattress down and landing on a marshmallow, so perfectly. Next time can you get it to drop me off near civilization rather in the middle of an orange grove near Fresno?"

You laugh,

"Jeez, so needy, not only do I save your life and give you a gentle ride back to earth, you want door to door service. I'll see what I can do."

You glance over to the door to see Jake coming through the door; he instantly scans the crowd and locks in on you. You catch his eyes and then turn back to Maverick and say,

"I'd love to get together to pick your brain on other impressions on "the project". Thanks for the drink. I’m glad you’re alive."

You lean in to hug Maverick.

Your drink has appeared on the bar and by the time Jake has jostled his way through the crowd to the bar you can see that the expression on his face has turned from that panty dropper smile to confusion and a bit of jealousy.

He swaggers up to the bar and gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Both Maverick and Jake are looking at each other confused and startled.

"Hey, Captain, didn't think you'd be back here after the other night." Jake says with that patented smirk.

Maverick winks and says,

"I like the company and the scenery."

He nods his head towards Penny. You cock your head with a questioning look. Maverick sheepishly replies,

"We have a complicated…history.".

Jake asks, his signature smirk in full force,

"How do you know Elsa or are you hitting on women who are half your age and out of your league, now?"

Chapter 6

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[chocochipjewel]

Thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged my art! I was so nervous about sharing my art for the first time and reading your compliments was such a good confidence boost for me. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

In fact, this boosted my confidence so much I'm willing to share another one of my pieces! This was done back in September/October of last year. Another Witteclaw piece of them just staring into each other haha. I draw the same thing multiple times a lot lol.

But anyways, here is my submission for Day 5 of Witteclaw week: Date!

The idea I had back when I drew this picture was of Caleb's first time with a glyph in the Boiling Isles. I don't think he'd ever gone quite as far as Luz did with glyphs, but I imagine he at least discovered a glyph or two. Anyways, I imagined Caleb had been in the BI for a while with Evelyn but this was the first time he connected with the Isles and discovered the light glyph. Now, finally, after having to force himself to fit in with the witch hunters back in Gravesfield, he had found a way to fit into this world. This was a moment of acceptance for him, like the Titan had finally welcomed him into the world. And of course, the only reason he found the glyph and the Boiling Isles in general, was Evelyn.

I like to think this moment was when Caleb decided to stay in the Isles with Evelyn. This was when he finally knew what he wanted. And that he wanted to be with her. Maybe there's a confession, maybe they'd already confessed at this point, I'm not sure. But that night, under the light of the glyph and only with each other, they finally knew the life they were going to live... together.

I know this isn't as much of a formal write up as these ship weeks often have, but it's the best I can do at the present so hope this resonates with fellow shippers!

The art was inspired off of the art linked below with the same Tangled quote by @kitsunecrows

Go follow their stuff too!

Thanks for the encouragement everyone!

@wittecoupleweek For Day 5: Date! Sorry if it's not as clean a write up or as much of a good fit for the prompt as others. I just kinda wanted to post this during the week lol.

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[nerflufser]

A few casual questions bc we don’t ask enough of these:

(1) what’s your favorite color?

(2) when did you start drawing?

(3) what’s your favorite candy/food?

(4) do you have anyone that inspired you to start drawing?

Have a nice day!!! :3

Hahsjrhekhe yay an about me ask I love these ;)) (I personally think it's good to know about the artist cause it gives more background on how cool there art is)

1) ugh hard one, I really like neons (wow shocker right? /Sar ) but I do like warm colors like an orangie yellow kinda color, I also like greens a lot like sage sorta colors. My favorite to work with though would have to be purples and blue, you can never go wrong with those.

2) ugh this is a three way question I would have to say. When I OFFICIALLY started drawing and declared I'm an artist would have to beeeee- damn 4-5 years ago a bit before covid. But before that I did draw A LOT, not non stop but sorta just having fun with it :DD. When I started doing digital- mhmmm would have to say 2021 ish? I started with ibis paint x when my friend (theater the person with the bunny fursona I drew last night) forced me into it (in a light hearted sense).

3) For foooddd ugh I have to say Red thai Curry chicken, runner up would have to be sushi (California roll to be exact), tho I have tried some expensive dishes here in America they make everything too salty, but for expensive Wagyu beef (or steak can't remember-, also for people who don't know Wagyu beef/steak is one of the most expensive meats in the world if I'm not mistaken). For candy?? Mhmm I'm good with everything to be honest, as long as it's not a lot of something (like chocolate, peanut butter, ECT.) Candy should be a mix mash of different flavors (so should food be in general if you ask me) just gets disgusting after like 6 bites of chocolate cake if there's nothing to add a bit of extra spice.

4) inspired me?? Oh there's been many, mostly myself to be honest. For me idols aren't something I usually have, now I might have an artist I think is super cool and like yk start going bonkers whenever they answer my question or like my post ( *cupsie* cough cough-) but yk I've just always been a person that liked how things flow when it comes to art, always have. To me it's amazing how the human mind can think up all these amazing poses and just by adding color and lighting it can immerse you into a new world. Or- how a musician can think up lyrics by listening to a tune and it has so much deep meaning. Art is incredible to me how It can bring people together from different cultures,lives, ECT. And make people bond together over something like that. Now yes I am a very cheesy person as you can tell 😔😔.

#artists on tumblr #answered asks #tehehe #qna #ig?? #im so cheeesseeyyy HELP

[tytarax]

Lines of Destiny

A few days had already passed since the event. _____ had already gotten used to living with Emma, and she could even say that she already had some affection for her.

On Emma's side, she still didn't know how to treat _____, since she never had the opportunity to have children or nephews, nothing. So she shared with _____ her passion, drawing. It should be said that Emma was an artist by nature, her drawings were impressive, _____ on the other hand... she made drawings worthy of a girl her age, perhaps a little better than average.

There were days when the two of them stayed up drawing something until late at night, and when Emma went to work, ____ stayed drawing in the notebook that Emma had made especially for her. Of course! I forgot to say that Emma possesses the gift, or “quirk,” of Materialized Imagination*.

One of those days when ____ was alone in her room, she started to draw a rabbit, after having done so she started to color it, one ear pink, the other blue, black eyes, mint green body, and purple mustaches. She was now going to continue making a chinchilla when, out of nowhere, the rabbit jumped out of the sketchbook and started running around the room.

_____ was paralyzed for a moment and then ran after the rabbit to catch it, yelling at it to stay still.

Emma came home and heard the commotion on the second floor and ran, thinking that something might have happened to _____. When she opened the door... it was something she definitely didn't expect, some things lying on the floor, colored stains on the desk, floor and rest of the furniture. And in the center of the mess, _____ sitting on the floor with a small multicolored rabbit in her arms.

_____: Uh… hello?

Emma: _____... what... what happened? What is all this?

_____ began to explain the whole story, from when she drew the animal until it magically came out of the notebook.

_____: And that's how Regenbog arrived!

Emma: Regenbog?

_____: Yes, that's how I named him, it means rainbow in Dutch.

Emma: I see... _____

_____: Yeah?

Emma: I know that since you got here we haven't talked about it, but what is your story? How did you all get here?

_____: Well... my mother is from here, from Japan, and she had gone on a mission trip to the Netherlands, that's how she met my dad, and right there they got married and had me... We used to live in my grandparents' house, but they passed away recently, so we decided to come here. Before the accident, we were on the way to my mother's house.

Emma: I see... so... Do you speak Dutch?

_____: Some, or well, yes, but my accent is strange.

Emma: Hahahaha! Well, back to the topic, Regenbog can stay

_____: Yay!

Emma: But think of a way to shorten it, I don't want to be saying that word all the time. Well, I'm going to prepare dinner, I'll call you in a moment.

_____: Okay... Regen, I'm _____, and the lady who just left is Emma, we are your family, well, you still need to meet my parents, but for now it's just the three of us.

-

Emma: So she has the power to bring to life everything she draws, impressive.

Emma started to prepare the food, or well, prepare, I don't know if that's the right word, she doesn't like to cook so in her cupboard she only has ramen and more types of instant food.

-5 minutes after the ramen finished cooking…-

Emma: _____! The dinner is ready! Come down, please!

_____: Coming! I was telling Regen, it's his short name, by the way, how they are my parents, and that at some point they're going to be his parents too! Speaking of which, do you know how they are? When are they coming back? Soon?

Emma: Look _____, I didn't tell you anything the day of the accident because everything happened too fast... And I was preparing to tell you as tactfully as I could...

_____: ?

Emma: Your father is... in a vegetative state-

_____: What's that?

Emma: It's like he's asleep, but you don't know when he's going to wake up... it could be in a few days, or months...

_____: What?... But how... how can someone sleep so much?

Emma: Huh?

_____: I mean, my dad always waking me up early for school “Dochter, word wakker! Je moet snel naar school!” and now he goes to sleep?

Emma laughed at the way _____ put out the most manly voice she had and tried to imitate her father, at the same time she felt bad for having laughed.

_____: And my mom?

Badum!

Emma felt her heart beating very hard in her chest, now what is she going to tell her? “_____ your mother died the same day as the accident and I hid it from you for a week”?

Emma: Look _____, your mom... your mom didn't... she didn't survive the accident...

_____: … What?

Emma: Your mom... she is now with your grandparents...

_____: My mom… you mean… she's in a better place?

Emma: I'm sure she is.

Small tears began to come out of _____'s gray eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

Emma: Hey, it's okay to cry, let it out.

_____: My mother always told me that in these cases she should be calm and happy because the person is already at peace and calm... but... I can't help it...

Emma didn't say anything else, she just went up to _____ and hugged her, and let her cry and cry until she fell fast asleep.

When she tried to move away a little, she realized that she had stayed tightly attached to her waist, and there was no human power to separate her from her.

Emma: Think we'll leave the ramen for another day then.

Emma picked up _____ as best she could and took her to bed.

Before Emma fell asleep too, she managed to say a few words.

Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you, and neither of us will be alone again.

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*The Materialized Imagination Quirk allows Emma to create physical objects from her thoughts and imagination. This extraordinary power grants her the ability to convert her ideas and mental visualizations into tangible, real things. When she focuses intensely on a specific mental image, the Quirk activates. Creative thoughts and ideas flow from her mind to her body, becoming a special energy. This energy then materializes into the physical world as the object the user had imagined. Of course, it is a gift that has many limitations despite being so incredible, they require too much energy and focus, so it is not suitable for battlefields, in addition to the fact that the objects created are of limited duration.

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Jockbull Summer Week 2 (19/11/23-25/11/23)

Model used is Tsonghan Wu

1

Went hard with the push ups this week. It gives me such a euphoric rush. I’ve built my chest in the gym normally so by the time I've got a pump from doing a single set of push ups I've got my own set of stress toys to flex and play with. The highest score for this week was 36 with no backtracking. One notable Session involved Scandinavian_King(of Set C fame) pushing me harder and harder to keep doing sets past my first one. Each time to failure. I get so easily riled up with shit like that. Guys taking advantage of the muscle lust to push me harder. I think that night I got a total of 90 in a 5 min span.

2

Muscle related competition was a bit sparse this week. K was out sick so no push up rival. I did end up trying to beat my great friend Teal’s record of 50. That did not work. But I'll get there. Need to get there. Need to fucking win.

3.

This is a fortnightly task but I have noticed an issue. It is related to the problem of me defaulting to these shitty pieces of clothing just cause they are there. I wear them, they make me feel like a dysmorphic trash bag and then because I wear them they are dirty and get put in the wash basket. Which interrupts me being able to instantly put them in the Task box. Luckily I've got some Rawgear stuff coming to pad out the wardrobe before I get to those pieces.

4.

This was the first time I actually got to practice the accent with Jockrs. Truth be told, I'm fucking great at that kinda stuff. I’ve always had a natural ability for voice modification and accent work. So i put it at like a 5/10 on the intensity scale for the whole time we were on the call. Jockrs didn’t fare as well. Obviously it’s a little harder to go from Aussie to Cali than my more neutral “trans-atlantic” mess. One thing i'd like to overcome in this whole process is the Irony poisoning. I spent so much of my life as a Snarky sarcastic dweeb. So much of my life being “Ironic” and joking about without taking things to the genuine core of me. So even this task it’s difficult to get started because in the first couple minutes you’ve got that awkward Irony block for doing something that feels affected. It was such a fun experience tho. After a while the voice just flows through you and it is such a flowey, breathy voice. So fluid and easy.

5.

Rather than describe every BtG episode I'm going to focus on different things that I love and how this show absolutely scratches some old fantasies from my days as a dumb teenager in the musclegrowth kink community. Episode 3 where Baki is placed in a normal high school athletics test, and because of his sheer strength and inhuman physique is completely out of bounds and therefore almost flunks. Absolute Muscle RP fuel. Add to that all the gore and viscera in the other scenes. It’s very itch scratchy and possibly kink forming if you’ve got the abyss already bubbling away.

6.

I am a glutton for punishment and I made an extra task for myself in each of the sets. I did this by drawing tarot cards. Letting the universe speak to me to guide my journey. For this set I drew a Wheel of fortune which talks about fortunate initiative, spontaneity, random success, equality of souls.

And i translated that to "Take more chances with guys in the gym" I hopped on this one quick too. 

I had to kinda work myself up for it but this really chill seeming asian dude with nice curly hair who has legit been at the gym the same time as me for i'd wager 80% of my workouts.

He was just resting and I asked his name and stuff complimented him and asked his goals.

His name is Adrian, he used to do a lot of sport and was focused on strength gains back in high school, but now he's in uni and is more focused on just looking good.

He goes to my school but does law and commerce so unlikely we'll ever share a class or even be there at the same time.

He asked some of my stuff yada yada.

And he kept saying super low under his voice like "you're so huge dude. So huge"

And then when he was leaving he came and said goodbye. It seems small, I know but it’s a big achievement for me every time I make a gymbro. It’s hard making friends in this country.

#jockbull summer

[reversedumbrella]

hello and happy birthday!! I wanted to thank you for your art, your comics always make me smile anytime I see them and I really love how expressive the faces you draw are! Your demon OC's are also very cool looking... would you like to tell something about them? do you make these for some story or just for fun? 👀

Hope you have a good day.. or night!

thank you!!

my demon oc's are just for fun! they belong to a series of stories "demonicismos" which i don't plan on ever writting. sometimes i don't even remember their stories! i always find myself revising these characters and changing stuff about them and how their world works. i haven't got the opportunity to infodump about these uys in years (actually counting for how long some of them have been around is making me sick)

im going to talk a lot about them. like. A LOT

checking the demonicismos tag on my blog led me to discover i have never really posted much about them, despite the fact that i made charater charts in 2020 or something (unavailable to me atm. most drawings of these characters are away from me rn)

nowadays i don't really care much about them. i've thought about doing a digital card game with them like south park: phone destroyer (yes i used to be into south park. im not ashamed of it. im using this example bc i really liked how a kid could only ever be in the battle field one side at the time. if your opponent played character A and you also had that one, you had to wait until they opponent's died. i also thought about playing around with character dinamics. if a character saw someone they hated join their team, they'd join the enemy team and vice-versa. i got distracted so i never started programming it)

currently im mostly trying to redesign the characters as an exercise for myself. these were the original concepts for egil (pink), marcel (orange/red) and antonio (yellow), versus more recently (i am unhappy in regards to marcel and antonio)

Design Rules

my ideas have changed over time and with them how characters should look. first there weren't any rules, i just drew whatever. then i choose that every demon should have horns and a tail even in human form - it would be a reminder of what they lost. they'd never be human again. then i went back and forth on how much demons could change their shape. it ended with all demons having a human form and a demon form, with some having specific shapeshifting habilities but always with horns and a tail (egil can stretch his limbs but mostly does so in order to be the tallest guy in the room) my last rule, added for this exercise, is that all demons always have their human face. the idea came from that undertale quote - "despite everything its still you" no matter what you do its still you. the good. the bad. you. demons can blame their behaviour on the "corruptive nature of hell" but its them

Basic Lore

i debated myself over wheter or not i'd talk indept about worldbuilding lore, which would triple this post's size. let's go through the basics. people die and become demons in hell. hell is divided into numbered layers and where someone goes after they die is judged according to the motto "nobody deserves to suffer". people that actively stopped others from suffering go to layer 1 and people that found joy in other's suffering go to 9. a demon belongs to a layer but can go to the ones below it, but not above (demons from 5 can go to 6,7,8,9 but not 4,3,2,1). demons are souls, and their physical bodies are made of mud transformed by that soul. i was inspired by some papers i read on witchcraft. demons couldn't manifets physical bodies so they'd trick people with smoke, gases and dust in the air a demon can only have one body at a time. if their arm is cut off 1) they reattach it or 2) a new one grows at the same pace the other turns back into mud. if the entire body is destroyed they reform from the mud in ground demons dont need to eat or sleep but feel hunger and sleepyness. hell is a punishement for their behaviour so layer 1 is ok, layer 9 is... not. money is also a thing. because this is hell

demons have powers based on personality and character flaws

a demon's size is based on their strength - how big their soul is - but their human form is the size of their human alive self. there are 3 ways for a soul to grow. 1) feel strong emotions, then rest and absorve those emotions. its important to rest. 2) cannibalism. eating other demons body part will give that part's strength 3) deals. a demon can share their power. deals are fast but demand consent. cannibalism is slow but nobody can stop it

Finally talking about the Characters

i don't remember very well the first story i made. it was about a boy that had another boy living in his head. and the boy in his head was really angry because he couldn't do anything and when he got extra angry things started to burn and melt around them

miguel (or michael or any other version of this name)... actually i just remembered i wanted to do this guy's story

Egil. his original design was based off angel dust from the hazbin hotel pilot and i don't think he has changed that much.

those blue branches on his head are the guy who killed him. there are ways to permanetly end a demon and after egil did that, the dude fused into his head. the pink arms and legs are rubber gloves/boots. he's a biologist, specialized in genetics. his house/layer is full of vats filled with unnatural stuff growing in there. he doesn't have friends, he's prone to anger and always has to be the smartest person in a room - this goes with his tendency to always be the tallest person in a room. his shapeshifting powers come from his unhappines with himself and inferiority complex. he used to love biology but now tries to gain knowledge just so he can know more than the people around him. he gets angry easily so he's an unpleasant person to be around so he doesn't have any friends so he convinces himself he doesn't need anyone and i hope im making sense here

antonio and marcel. father and son. marcel my baby. you deserve a redesign more than anything

back when the stories where set in an alternative earth with history similar to ours, antonio was an italian american. now i don't know. he went around killing fascists and made immortality magic so strong one of those "get rid of you permanetly" things just sent him to hell and is now lodge in his heart. he can remove the sword and use it as a weapon but his beating human heart is there and removing it will kill him permanently (unless you put the sword through another heart) in hell he had time to think and understood that he was only killing fascists to saciate his bloodthirst on people he deemed deserving of death. the true way of ending fascism is with good infrastructure and school system. killing fascists became an hobby

marcel... my sweet son marcel that deserves better colors. rules don't apply to him he can do whatever he wants and i'd let him. technically a cannibal

quick sketch of the sisters. i don't rememeber their names. i dont even remember if they had names. based on a bird and on a pupper/spider. cannibal vs deals

they're both very manipulative. the bird one, the older sister, always got the upper hand at home so the spider one let out her frustrations by manipulating and controlling people. the bird one can turn people to birds and control them if they hear her play her harp. this counts as cannibalism (slow and no consent needed). the spider one manipulates weaker demons into bellonging to her by deals. in their story they end up fighting each other as they scream their frustrations, coming to the conclusion that everything is their mother's fault (wrong)

barbara and barbara, one is based off a carnivorous plant and the other a bear

i had never thought of them as friends until i started the redesigns but now i kinda like the idea. they're both cannibals with my favourite being the plant one. in this drawing she's missing teeth on those big green jaws. she closes them with some guy inside and digests him

i have so many more characters but i've also been writting this the whole afternoon

#i really enjoyed getting to remember all of this #i don't think of these guys very often #so it was nice #xavier #demonicismos

[separatist-apologist]

All Of Me Changed Like Midnight

Summary: When Elain Archeron has one disastrous night with Azriel as a teenager, the long-standing crush she'd been harboring vanishes.

Five years later, Azriel is back, and he wants to redeem that night.

Happy Halloween! It's nice to have this out of my brain.

Beta'd by @the-lonelybarricade! Read what critics are saying: HES AN ASSHOLE AND ITS MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM FUCK and AZRIEL IS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN HES ON HIS KNEES HNNNG

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Elain Archeron took a breath—and then another. 

“Did…are you finished?” she asked timidly, raking her fingernails through the dark hair over her. 

“I–” Azriel halted, his expression unreadable in the dark. 

Oh.

Having spent the better part of a year listening to her eldest sister's soft moans from the bedroom beside hers, Elain had expected…something. More, maybe? She’d sought Azriel out on purpose—he was so handsome, her long-time crush and Cassian, Nesta’s boyfriend’s best friend. She wasn’t the only girl at school who watched him. Azriel was easily the best looking boy at school. 

She’d just assumed that like Cassian, he knew what he was doing.

But maybe not. 

“It’s fine,” she lied, suddenly embarrassed and frustrated. “It was—” quick? Underwhelming? Not what she expected? “Good.”

He cleared his throat, sliding himself out of her body quickly. Elain watched, rising up on her elbows. How quickly a crush could evaporate, she realized. The kissing had been good—really good, even—but everything else had happened too fast. She thought that was just passion, but she wondered now if this was just who he was. He’d gotten what he wanted, at any rate.

And some little part of her was resentful. 

“You should probably go,” she whispered as he trashed that condom. He whipped around to look at her, though if it was relief or frustration, she couldn’t tell. They’d turned  off all the lights.

“My dad will be home soon.”

That was a lie. Her dad would be gone all night. She’d be home alone just like she’d planned. Stupid to think Azriel could keep her up for even a third of it. She’d read too many romance books, she chided herself. This was real—he was real, and this was done. 

“I’ll uh…I’ll call you?” he whispered with that midnight voice. Elain drew the blankets to her chin.

“Sure.”

She had no intention of repeating this. Once was enough, she decided. Or, some mean voice whispered in her mind, he had no intention of calling at all. Just something he told all the girls to make them feel better. 

Elain just wanted him to go so she could turn on the television and pretend the whole thing never happened. He’d taken her virginity, and at least that was done. Maybe the next person would draw those sounds from her. Maybe she’d feel something besides surprise and mild discomfort. 

He dressed himself quickly, as if he, too, was desperate to escape. She kept her eyes on anything but him. Even when Azriel came towards her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, Elain didn’t look. 

“I’ll see you around,” he murmured, fingers stroking her cheek. Elain very gently pulled herself out of his grasp.

“Sure.” Lie, lie, lie. 

And that was it. Elain waited until she heard his bike start up, the bright lights illuminating her bedroom until he pulled out of the drive. Only then did Elain make her way to the shower to clean the smell of Azriel’s masculine cologne off her body.

And forget the whole thing entirely.

[5 years later]:

Elain halted in the vestibule of the church, hands sweating at the sight of the best man. Azriel gazed down at her with cool, hazel eyes. Rehearsal, this was just practice—She didn’t know what to say to him. The last time they’d spoken was the day after their ill-fated night together. He’d asked what she was up to, she’d brushed him off, and that was that. He’d gone back to…whatever it was he did with his free time and Elain forgot all about him. 

Five whole years. Had she thought he’d been a man back then? She might have laughed had she not been so nervous. She felt awkward. There had been other men since Azriel—some much better, some a lot worse—and yet he was the first.

“Elain,” he said by way of greeting. Clearly there was no awkwardness on his end. The smirk on his stunning face annoyed her.

Yeah, yeah, we had sex. So what? 

She lifted her chin in the air. “Azriel.”

“Long time, no see,” he pressed, coming to stand just beside her. She glanced over at the tall, muscular man just beside her. Her heart pounded against her ribs, though that was just anxiety and nothing else. It was ridiculous how attractive he was. High cheekbones, a full, sensual mouth, and those hazel eyes that had always made her weak—set in his warm, golden brown skin. The light reflected off his inky hair, reflecting blue against this strands. He offered her his arm, revealing hands that were truly massive. 

Just my type.

Had she not known what it was like to sleep with him. Elain slid her hand over the crisp material of his suit, and the pair stepped from that linoleum room into the church Nesta would be wed in. No one sat in any of the pews as they passed. This was just practice for tomorrow so everyone knew the whens and wheres.

And most importantly—no one embarrassed Nesta on the most important day of her life. 

The walk seemed to stretch on for an eternity, each step aging Elain by a decade. The familiar, masculine scent of Azriel invaded her senses until she was awash in memories she’d mostly forgotten. 

Add that to the general aura of danger he’d always exuded, and the tattoos peeking from the neckline of his suit, and Elain practically ran to her place on that dias. Cassain was already there, casual in comparison with his best men. When Azriel approached, her soon-to-be brother-in-law winked at his friend, a smile curling over his face. 

It was all forgotten when Nesta stepped in. Dressed in a white, lacy sun dress, Nesta looked stunning.

“Fuck yes, Nes!” Cassian called over the music. 

Nesta threw her hands up in the air. “You better not do that tomorrow!” Her narrowed, blue eyes seemed to gleam silver with warning. Cassian only chuckled.

“If I don’t, I’m gonna cry.”

“I think she’d prefer the crying,” Elain offered as Nesta continued her descent towards Cassian. He only looked at her, shrugging powerful shoulders. Elain was reminded that fundamentally, weddings were boring to everyone but the two people getting married, and her feet ached from the shoes she’d chosen to wear. 

She kept herself from fidgeting. As the maid of honor, she set the example. If Feyre realized Elain was bored, who knew what sort of shenanigans might erupt? Elain was delighted when the whole thing was over and Nesta began splitting them up to drive to the restaurant. Elain and Feyre had come together, and Elain stupidly assumed they’d go back together.

She ought to have known Feyre never missed an opportunity to spend time with Rhysand. 

“I—”

“Elain can come with me,” Azriel interrupted her smoothly, a hand resting on his stomach. “I didn’t bring the bike.”

“Perfect,” Nesta declared, turning back to Cassian. “Meet there in thirty?”

“In thirty?” Elain gasped. “The restaurant is a block away.”

“Read the room, Archeron,” Azriel murmured, putting a warm hand on her elbow. “They want to be alone. I’ll drive around the city…you can tell me what you’ve been up to since we last saw each other.”

Her heart took off again. Anxiety crept up the back of her neck, burning every inch of her skin. He led her into the warm night, vanishing into shadow for a moment. Elain, like she’d done the last time she’d seen him, kept her eyes on the concrete beneath her feet until Azriel pulled open his car door. 

She slid into the leather interior, drinking in the rich, spicy smell that seemed to permeate everything he owned. Maybe she should have gone with Rhysand and Feyre. Sure, they would have spent the whole time arguing as some form of strange foreplay. Anything was better than the tension between her and Azriel. 

“We could just go early,” Elain tried when he started the ignition. “Order something to eat?”

He didn’t respond to that. Azriel pulled into the hazy night traffic, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting against his own thigh.

“What have you been up to, Elain?”

Oh God. “Nothing much.”

“No boyfriend?”

She scoffed. “Is that what you wanted to know? All these years—”

“I want another night with you,” he interrupted smoothly. Elain’s stomach splattered at her feet.

“What did you say?”

“A do-over,” Azriel repeated. “To rectify my past mistakes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elain lied, forcing herself to stare at the oncoming traffic blurring past.

“No? Did you come, Elain?”

She shivered. “Oh, did we have sex once?” she lied, licking her lips. His dark chuckle forced her knees together. Elain wondered if she was trapped in some sort of incredibly vivid hallucination. Surely no one would be so bold. Certainly not the guy who had made her first time so ridiculously disappointing. 

Her words had the opposite effect of humbling him. “If you’ve forgotten, then you didn’t come. Let me settle the score between us.”

“There’s no need,” she insisted, slapping a bright smile on her face. “Seriously. It’s ancient history. I never think about it.”

“You sure know how to make a man feel good about himself. My pride won’t let me forget it.”

“Have you tried therapy?” Elain asked, looking over at him. Mistake! Her brain screamed. Azriel’s eyes were so impossibly dark, that chiseled jaw clenched tight. She clenched her fingers into fists, letting her nails dig into her palm so hard it dragged her back to reality. 

Azriel was determined to keep her in that in-between world. His free hand slid over her knee, warm fingers pressed against the fabric of her dress.

“Is this how you want to make it up to me?” Elain demanded, grabbing his wrist when he began pushing her gown up over her leg. His fingers continued pulling at the fabric, revealing inch after inch of skin. “In your car?”

“In my car…the restaurant…and then in my bed,” he agreed softly. “I want you on my fingers, my face, my tongue and then I’ll have you on my cock…” he trailed off as she released her grip on his wrist, half trembling at his words. 

“Az—”

“Spread your legs, baby,” he murmured, the word more command than plea. “Let me see how wet you are.”

“I’m not,” she said, though her legs seemed to operate outside of her control. They spread obscenely wide. Azriel chuckled, sliding one of his fingers up the seam of her pussy.

“Liar,” he crooned, taking those wet fingers and smearing them over her lips. “Taste yourself, tell me if it's sweet.”

“Azriel,” she whispered, not daring to respond to that. His fingers were back between her legs, stroking everywhere but where she wanted him. Elain might have laughed—all talk, even after all those years apart. She swallowed, deciding she’d count to one hundred, fake her orgasm, and call it a night. She could take a cab home before he realized she was gone.

The light in front of them turned red just in time for Azriel to slide finger over her clit. Elain’s eyes flew open, head jerking to look at him.

He accessed her with a predator's gaze. “Nice try,” he whispered, leaning over the console between them to lick just behind her ear. “You can’t fake it with me.”

“Azriel,” she began, unsure what she’d even say. Pleasure bloomed low in her gut, drawn with each new circle of his lazy finger. Azriel touched her like he had all the time in the world.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised. “I love the way you say my name.”

The light flickered green, though they might have still been stopped for how his hand continued to work. How he was splitting his concentration, Elain couldn’t say.

Didn’t care, so long as he didn’t stop rubbing. She was utterly indecent, legs spread wider to give him better access to her body. He didn’t react at all—didn’t grab her hand and demand she stroke him, didn’t betray he felt any lust at all.

It was strange, but it put her at ease. She could focus on herself without worrying about him or his pleasure. Elain very much wanted to be selfish. She lifted her hips into his touch, rolling in a mimicry of fucking that she couldn’t wholly control. Instinct took over some of her actions, letting pleasure override whatever common sense urged her to stop this.

“You’re making a mess of my seat,” he chuckled, his voice low and rich—dark, like the night around them. He might have been made of ribbons of shadows, might have been fluid for how he moved against her.

“That’s it,” he whispered when she whimpered, her pleasure undeniable. “Come for me, Elain.”

His fingers sped up, moving in tight circles over her clit. Over and over, inescapable as he pushed her closer to the edge. Vaguely, Elain had some awareness that the car had stopped moving, though in truth the only thing she truly knew in that moment was him. His hands, his scent, his presence. 

“You’re such a pretty girl,” Azriel whispered, his face close enough she could smell something distinctly sweet on his breath. “Come all over my hand, Elain. Be my good girl and come for me.”

That did it. Elain arched, hips bowing off the seat as she gripped his arm. Her whole body ignited, fracturing into spools of violet flecked midnight. It was pleasure and it was pain all at once, locking her body as he rode her through it. 

She shoved at his hand when pleasure eroded wholly to pain. Azriel lifted his fingers obscenely to his mouth, sucking them clean with such obvious delight.

“Just like I thought,” he murmured, eyes never leaving her face.

It was jarring to see the fluorescent lights of the restaurant right in front of them. They were ten minutes early. Jesus Christ, but how long has he been fingering her? Forcing her heart to settle, Elain shoved her dress back over her knees.

“Where was that five years ago?” she demanded, wanting to humble him.

He chuckled. “What does any virgin know about pleasuring a woman?” he replied. Elain’s heart stuttered.

“Virgin?”

Some of his amusement faded into uncertainty. “Yes. You were my first.”

She had to resist running a hand down her face lest she smear her makeup. “You…but I just assumed…”

“I was eighteen,” he replied, so obviously confused. “Why would you assume I wasn’t?”

She gestured at his face helplessly. “You were so…”

“Shy?” he supplied. “Nervous around girls? Yes, I see how you would confuse that with game.”

“Cassian was—”

“Your sister was his first, and I have it on very good authority he was just as embarrassing. I wanted to rectify that night, but you wouldn’t talk to me. I suppose I know why.” He laughed, like the whole thing was funny. Elain wrenched open the car door, unsure how she felt. 

Ashamed, maybe? 

But that wasn’t it. 

“I’m not done with you,” Azriel called when she stepped into the darkness. She slammed the door in his face, shivering all the same.

It was want. Pure, undiluted want that was flooding through her. Elain was grateful when she saw Nesta’s friends Emerie and Gwyn sitting inside when she arrived. She planted herself between Mor and Emerie, facing Gwyn so there was no room for Azriel to sneak himself beside her and continue his torment. If it bothered him, Azriel gave no indication. He holed up at the end of the table, ordering a drink with a smirk that sent the waitress running to fill his order.

Ass. 

Cassian and Rhys weren’t far behind, joining their friend while the rest of the bridal party squeezed together. Elain could almost forget what had happened in the car. Watching Mor flirt with Emerie certainly helped soothe the buzzing between her legs. And the waitress was so shamelessly flirting with Azriel and Rhys that Elain could pretend this was just who Azriel was. He’d gotten to finger her in the car and now he was trying his luck with the waitress, too.

And maybe that was what prompted her to take that first shot of tequila from Mor.

And the second.

And then the third.

Elain didn’t dare do anymore—she was pleasantly tipsy. Any more and she’d be drunk and who knew what she’d do then. Climb into Azriels lap and rub herself against him like a cat in heat was her guess. 

She excused herself for the bathroom, phone in hand. She had the app to Uber open when she pulled open the single stall door, intending to slip out before anyone realized she was gone.

That proved difficult when a large, tattooed hand slammed against the wood. Azriel slipped between the crack, locking the pair of them in with amused eyes.

“Give me your phone,” he murmured, holding out his palm. What was wrong with her? She handed it over, letting him see the app open.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, sliding it into his pocket as he paced towards her. Elain stepped back, until she was pressed against the wall just beside the door. 

“Home?”

“With me,” he reminded her, dragging his lips over her neck. “Or have you forgotten?”

“I think I forgot,” Elain lied. He lifted his head, nose brushing her own. It was a game—one he wanted her to play along. 

“Do you need a reminder?” he asked her, kissing the corner of her mouth. She wanted him to kiss her fully—she remembered how good he’d been at that. Azriel denied her, instead sliding down her body until he was kneeling in front of her.

Elain’s breath caught in her throat. She typically had to beg a man to go down on her. Even when Azriel had said he wanted her to come on his face, she’d chalked that up to the usual male bravado. All men talked a good game—even if they were good with their hands and their cocks, they were typically shitty with their mouths. 

Azriel pushed her dress back up over her hips before reaching for her knee and hauling it up over her shoulder. Elain could barely breathe, watching him press feather soft kisses over her sensitive, aching skin. He never took his eyes off her, watching her every little reaction.

“This, I remember,” he said, staring at her body through the pair of pink lacy panties. He rubbed his nose over the fabric, teasing her until she couldn’t stand it.

Azriel pushed the fabric aside with nimble, clever fingers. “Look at your pretty, perfect pussy,” Azriel murmured when she was bared beneath his gaze.

“Az—”

“I was trying to find something on that shitty menu I wanted to eat,” he continued, eyes laser focused between her legs. “Looks like I found it.”

“Az—” her soft plea choked into a soft, garbled cry when his tongue slicked over her clit without warning or preamble. 

“Spread your legs, baby. Let me look at you,” Azriel ordered, keeping her suspended on one foot. Elain did as he asked, earning a soft swear of appreciation. His tongue slid up the center of her cunt, robbing Elain of all rational thought for the second time that night. 

“I thought I’d lose my mind,” Azriel continued, teasing the tip of his tongue over swollen, sensitive flesh. “I was seconds from crawling under that table.”

Elain arched into his face, raking her hands through his thick, dark hair while his own fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her thighs. It only heightened her pleasure. He’d avoided touching anything but her clit and Elain was desperate to know what it would feel like to be penetrated by him again. 

Her eyes fluttered shut, giving way to that fantasy. She remembered the thick, long appendage hanging between his legs. She’d been so nervous about it back then.

Now she wanted him to split her open with his cock. If he’d flipped her around, told her to grab the edge of the sink, and pushed into her, Elain would have presented her ass gratefully. He didn’t—instead, Azriel plunged his tongue into her wet, tight channel and Elain had to bite back a scream.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his dark voice echoing around her. “Don’t let me catch you close them.”

She couldn’t tell him that she’d been fantasizing about him—not when that tongue slid back up her center, taunting and teasing her clit until she was breathless.

“Tell me the truth about something, Elain,” he murmured, pulling his mouth off her again. Thumbs hooked into the lips of her pussy, pulling her open wider for his scorching gaze. “Are you being fucked well? All these years apart…have you been taken care of?”

She whimpered, arching into him in an attempt to get him to lick her again. Azriel only chuckled.

“That’s what I thought. Criminally underfucked.”

Elain yanked at his hair, dragging him back to her pussy with as much force as she could muster. Azriel laughed, so ridiculously handsome the sight merely heightened her pleasure. Still, he didn’t bring his tongue back.

“Tell me what you want,” Azriel whispered, kissing everywhere but where she needed him.

“Please, Azriel,” she pleaded.

“Please what, Elain?”

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, meeting his gaze. Azriel offered her one slow, languid lick before he stopped again. She whimpered, hating how badly she needed this. How every protest she’d made before now was a proven, bald-face lie.

“You want me to lick your pussy until you come?” he teased, replacing his tongue with the pad of his thumb. He rubbed torturously slow circles, the sort that kept the arousal humming between her legs without doing enough to bring her to the edge. That finger teased down her pussy, pressing against her opening without pushing inside. 

Elain wanted him to fuck her so bad she couldn’t think straight.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to come all over my tongue?”

“Yes,” she whined, bucking her hips.

He pulled away his thumb, instead plunging two of his fingers into her body without warning or preamble. Elain had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. It was enough to convince Azriel to go back to licking, even as he pumped those fingers in and out of her body. It wasn’t enough and yet it was—it was enough to pretend it was his cock in her body, to get the phantom feel of what it would be like to grip him again.

He groaned, rubbing his tongue over her again and again until Elain was trembling, was losing herself to hot,  sparkling darkness. 

“Az, please—”

He sucked his lips around her clit and Elain was gone. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep the restaurant from knowing what they were doing. Azriel’s fingers curled inside her body, rubbing over more sensitive flesh. There was no reprieve—one vicious orgasm became two. He was feral, hungry and Elain was greedy. She was all too happy to let him take what he wanted, to let him keep her pinned against that wall until she was boneless and sated.

He pulled away when she whimpered, her pleasure edged with pain again.

He was on his feet in a blur, his mouth slanting over her own. “I’m not done with you,” he growled, teeth nipping at her bottom lip in order to gain entrance to her mouth. Elain whined at the taste of her arousal on his tongue, the musky sweetness of it invading her senses.

“It’s too much,” she panted, positive there was no way she’d be able to come again.

Azriel’s hand closed around her neck, tilting her head as he squeezed gently. “You’ll take what I give you.”

Elain nodded her head up and down. What else could she say? She wanted him—and he knew it. There was no use pretending, no sense in denying whatever was happening between them. His fingers tightened ever so slightly in direct opposition to the sweet kiss he pressed against her mouth.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you Elain?”

“Yes,” she panted, sliding her hands up his chest. “Let me prove it.”

She tried to slip to her knees, but Azriel held her by the neck, eyes flashing. “Don’t tempt me,” he warned. 

“I want to taste you,” she whispered. Azriel lowered his face, sliding his nose against her own.

“If you put your lips around my cock, I’ll fuck you against the bathroom stall.”

“I don’t see how—”

“I want to fuck you in my bed,” he continued, ignoring her words entirely. “Over, and over, and over,” he added, punctuating each word with a sensual, bruising kiss. Elain was practically dripping down her thighs and she suspected he knew it. 

“Now be my good girl and go back out there like I didn’t just eat your pussy within an inch of your life,” he ordered, caressing her cheek. “And when it’s time to leave, you’ll let me drive you home. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Azriel smiled.

“Good.”

Walking back to the table was hell, though. Elain was certain everyone would know. They’d take one look at her and recognize what happened. She supposed that was the magic of alcohol. Everyone was too drunk and wrapped up in their own world to notice her. 

Her chair had been commandeered by Mor, and Cassian and Nesta had rearranged themselves so Elain found herself exactly where she’d once hoped to avoid.

Beside Azriel. 

He slid beside her after waiting an appropriate amount of time—perhaps thinking the same thing she had. No one noticed his return, laughing and talking over the televisions blaring and the other patrons.

Azriel reclined in his chair, reaching for his half finished beer. Elain waved away the server when she offered Elain something stronger than water. She wouldn’t risk going numb just for the sake of her friends.

Scooting her chair as close to the table as she dared, she watched Rhys pull out a deck of cards. 

“Deal me in,” she agreed, smiling at a doe-eyed Feyre. Azriel, too, nodded as he pulled out his wallet.

“Is it that kind of night?” Cassian asked, scooting closer as he drew out his own money. Nesta merely clicked her teeth, warning him not to lose too much, which earned laughter from both Rhys and Azriel. 

Elain had no interest in playing, even when Azriel politely offered her up a twenty dollar bill. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, because the table would expect her to. She put her hand on his knee and squeezed, noting how stiff he went. She wasn’t allowed to suck him? Fine. She accepted that might be too much for him—but surely she could tease him through his pants.

Elain was too pleased to find him bruisingly erect. Azriel’s face was impassive, eyes locked on his cards. He gave nothing away, though he did lean his elbows onto the table, concealing her hand further. Elain rubbed the heel of her hand against him, pleased with how he jumped towards her hand.

Not so unaffected after all. Elain folded her hand, unaware of what cards she even held. It wasn’t her money—and she didn’t care if she won or if she lost so long as he didn’t move.

“Read and weep, boys,” Azriel murmured, the utter smug bastard. Rhys and Cassian rolled their eyes, while Elain handed over her money.

“Keep it,” Azriel told her. “Play another round.”

One round turned to three, turned to five. Elain kept her up with her steady, slow teasing while Azriel continued to clean out his friends. He didn’t betray what was happening beneath the table and Elain might have thought he was unbothered had she not felt how his cock pressed against his pants. 

It was Nesta who ended the night, declaring herself exhausted. Elain removed her hand, confirmed the details for tomorrow, and then just as she’d said she would, agreed to let Azriel drive her home.

She wondered how he’d managed to conceal his cock as they walked, his hand gentle against the small of her back as she guided her towards his car. Anyone might have thought him a gentleman ensuring Elain remained steady on her feet.

She wasn’t half as drunk as the stumbling, laughing Mor. Elain was perfectly fine up until Azriel got into his car, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and began kissing her like he needed her mouth to breathe.

“Clever little thing,” he moaned, sliding his tongue between her teeth. “Trying to make me come in my pants.”

“Could you have?” she wondered, grasping either side of his face to kiss him back.

More, she needed more—

“Yes,” he groaned, hips bucking against nothing. “You were driving me to madness.”

“No one could tell,” she informed him, disappointed when he released her to start his car. Azriel glanced over at her.

“Are you worried your friends will find out?”

She shrugged. “I don’t want to distract from Nesta’s wedding.”

He nodded. “And after Nesta’s wedding?”

Elain scoffed. “Are you asking me out?”

It was Azriel’s turn to shrug, uncertainty sliding over him like a cloak. How could he have his hand around her neck one minute and then next seem so nervous over asking her out? 

“What if I was?”

“I guess it would depend on how tonight goes?”

Azriel grinned. “Start thinking about wedding venues, then, Elain.”

Her jaw dropped. “You—”

“I’m not eighteen anymore,” was his smooth, irritating reply. Elain was tempted to tell him she didn’t want to sleep with him now. That he was far too cocky for her liking—as if that were true. Crossing her arms over her chest, Elain let the pair of them fall into silence. Whatever Azriel thought of eluded her, though she wondered if he wasn’t doing the same thing she was.

Comparing her to all his past lovers. Elain hadn’t had many, and truly none were worth thinking about other than her longest boyfriend.

Graysen.

They’d dated for three years in college, breaking up just in time to graduate. How he’d wrecked her heart with his declaration that despite everything he’d said to the contrary, he actually did not want to get married.

A lie, given the last time she’d peeked at his instagram, he was engaged to some pretty, tan blonde. What a slap in the face, although, in retrospect, maybe it was for  She’d thought Graysen was as good as it would ever get. It almost made her laugh.

Almost. 

There was still time for Azriel to disappoint her. She thought about it the entire walk into his building. He slid his fingers between her own, holding her hand as they stepped into the elevator, and then his apartment. 

Clean, dark, masculine. It was exactly what Elain expected. Her heels clipped over the hardwood, her arm draped over his shoulder as he led her into his large, neat bedroom. The sound of the closed door was loud.

They faced each other, waiting for the other to speak. What could she say? 

Don’t fuck this up?

That old crush was back in full force. Tall, dark, handsome Azriel was looking down at her with those beautiful, hazel eyes. She had the benefit of knowing what it felt like to come at his whim, at least. Even if the sex was disappointing, Elain could replaced that first memory with the car and the bathroom.

The score between them was settled, whether he agreed or not. 

She went to him, kicking off her heels as she did. He caught her around the middle, holding her against his chest as she kissed him. There was an unhurried quality to the way his mouth moved against her own—like they had nothing but time. That wasn’t quite true. Elain needed to be at the hotel her sister would be staying by six am if she wanted to help Nesta get ready.

Elain slid her fingers up his chest, finding the buttons of his shirt. Azriel didn’t seem to realize she was undoing them until she pulled the rest of the fabric out of his pants. He groaned when her nails raked lightly down his bare skin, prompting him to shuck off his tie, his jacket, his shirt. 

She was already undoing his belt. She just wanted to see him like he’d been looking at her. 

“Elain,” he moaned when the belt clattered to the floor. She pushed, knocking him against the door. Pressing a sucking kiss against the hollow of his throat, she licked down the length of his body until it was her turn to kneel between his parted thighs. She undid the clasp of his pants with her teeth, just to show off a little.

“Who taught you that little trick?” he demanded, raking his fingers through her hair. 

“Jealous?” she taunted, yanking his pants and his briefs over his hips.

“Burning with it, baby.”

She shook her head. He was so ridiculous—so lovely and stupid all at once. Elain licked the underside of his cock, drawing a ragged moan from his throat. It was Azriel’s term to tremble, to be made boneless and needy beneath her touch. There was something erotic about having the powerful man over her need her the way she needed him. 

She was tempted to ask him if he was going to be good for her, too. She suspected if she took it too far, he’d drag her to the bed by her hair…and she’d like it far too much to put up any sort of fight.

“Baby, let me take you to the bed—-” his words choked into another moan. Elain licked the precum from the slit of his cock, swirling theatrically. Azriel stroked his fingers through her hair, rubbing at her scalp as he panted. He was loud, here. Loud and desperate and so utterly sexy she had her thighs pressed together in an effort to alleviate some of the arousal she couldn’t get rid of.

Elain took his cock into her mouth, unable to manage more than half of him before she began gagging. 

“Just like that, Elain,” he praised, hips thrusting ever so slightly. “Look at how pretty you are choking on my cock.”

It was her turn to moan. Dirty talk was so often cringy and embarrassing—but when Azriel said it, Elain was reduced to nothing but a wet mess. 

Azriel held her face in his broad hands, carefully fucking her throat with his cock. Ropes of saliva pulled with each sucking pass, and though she’d meant to be the one in charge, somehow Azriel had wrangled control of the situation.

“Fuck, Elain, your pretty mouth…” 

She hummed her approval, earning another loud groan for her effort. If he wasn’t going to make her bob her head up and down, the least she could do was suck and lick as much of his hard, swollen skin she could get into her throat. 

He pulled himself out of her with what she swore was a whimper. “I’ll come in that pussy the first time or not at all,” he panted, hauling her up by her elbows. Azriel kicked out of his pants and shoes, tugging her dress until she heard the fabric tear. He didn’t care that she had nothing to wear out of his place, not as she reached around for the zipper he’d neglected and pulled it down.

“Asshole,” she whispered. Azriel pushed her to the bed.

“You like it,” he replied, chasing after her up his neatly made bed. Elain was the one who removed her bra, unwilling to risk the expensive piece of clothing on his demanding hands. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, drinking in the sight of her. Azriel reached for the bedside table and flipped on a lamp, bathing her in hazy, warm light. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are.”

She spread her legs wide enough to let him sit between them, his gaze a brand against her naked skin. Unclothed, Elain could see nearly every inch of him was covered in dark ink. One day she’d sit him down and make her tell him the story behind each one—though she suspected she’d hear I liked it, more often than she got some cute, well-thought out memory. 

Azriel’s calloused hands covered her breasts, lips parted in absurd awe. 

“Stop it,” Elain demanded, slightly embarrassed. He tugged at her nipples, drawing a gasp for his trouble.

“I won’t,” he told her, petulant even as he rubbed his cock over her stomach. “I’ve never seen anyone half as beautiful.”

“We’ve had sex before,” she reminded him, using her own hand to grip him as he rubbed against her. Azriel’s eyes rolled into his head.

“Then you understand my desperation to have you again.”

“It was one night,” she whispered.

Explain this to me.

Azriel held her gaze before lowering his mouth to her aching, peaked nipples. “Maybe for you. Not for me. I can’t risk you leaving me again.”

Oh. 

“I don’t think I’ll get another chance,” he added, licking her skin. Elain arched into him, just as desperate. She felt wild, out of control. All she knew was if he stopped touching her, she’d fracture into thousands of splintering pieces.

They’d never put her together again. Some little part of her would always be hidden beneath his bed or tucked against his breast pocket.

Elain raked her fingers through his thick, dark hair while Azriel took his time sucking and nipping at her breasts. 

“Azriel,” she whined, rubbing her hips against the thigh he had lodged between her legs.

“I know baby,” he whispered, breath hot against her wet skin. “I feel it, too.”

She was trying so hard to get him to slide himself into her. Azriel’s iron control seemed to snap when she dragged her dripping wet pussy over the bare skin of his thigh. He pressed his forehead between her breasts, arranging himself so his cock slicked through her. Elain moaned, gripping his forearms tightly.

“Azriel, please,” she begged. 

He pushed himself in and in and in, robbing Elain of what little breath was left in her lungs. The stretch of him was exquisite, filling her until there was no space left—only Azriel. He held himself over her, watching her adjust to accommodate the sheer size of him. 

“That’s it,” he praised, careful not to crush her beneath the weight of his body as he kissed. “You take my cock so well.”

Elain dragged her nails down his back. “More,” she panted, pleading for him to give her everything.

Azriel rolled his hips, gripping her waist to hold her steady. Elain locked her legs around him, arching with each new thrust so he could drive himself into her deeper. It was what she wanted, to feel him so completely the memory of him lingered for days afterwards. 

His soft, slow strokes quickly yielded to near vengeful, furious thrusts. 

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he moaned, pulling at her hair to arch her neck upwards. His teeth scraped the sensitive skin, lips sucking near bruising kisses. Elain whined in response, taking everything he gave her, just like he’d said she would. 

It was almost enough—but not quite. Sweat dripped from Azriel as he worked, pulling as much pleasure out of her with his cock as he could. He held her gaze, watching each breathless moan, each drag of her nails against his skin.

And when he realized she needed more, he slid his hand between their bodies and began rubbing at her swollen clit. Elain couldn’t help the series of moans that escaped her, each louder than the last. Azriel drew up on his knees, hosting her legs over his shoulder so he could fuck her while rubbing unimpeded. 

“That’s it,” he managed, unaware of how close she was. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel how bad you need me.”

She clenched around him, his fingers rubbing tighter and tighter circles. It was too much. She’d never come so hard or so often in her life—and this was no expectation. Elain screamed, convulsing around him. Feel planted against his chest, he held her in his hands while she bowed and bucked, trying to both get closer and escape the onslaught of pleasure.

Azriel whined, his own hips erratic. A flop of dark hair shielded his eyes like shadows, hiding the moment he, too, came. He was no quieter, erupting like some long forgotten, dark god. Elain swore she came again at the sight alone. He was so stunningly beautiful.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Azriel struggled to catch his breath, falling over her to clutch her against him. Elain didn’t dare move, still coming down. 

“I think you managed it,” she whispered, kissing his cheek. 

“Oh? Is this redemption, then?” he half teased. The look in his eyes told her he was still nervous. Elain smoothed his hair from his forehead.

“If you want it,” she agreed solemnly. 

“I do,” he whispered, lips against her jaw. “I want it so bad, Elain.”

“Ask me out, then,” she murmured, holding his gaze.

“Let me take you out tomorrow…and the next night…and the next night,” he added, some of his smugness returning.

She flicked his cheek.

But Elain agreed all the same.

“Done.”

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Temptation|Taehyun AU| (Part 5)

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"It looks bad," I said to myself seeing the grey clouds cast above me as I grabbed a few things outside. "I hope it doesn't rain too much"

"It could cause another problem," My mom said as we walked back inside.

"What do you mean?"

"Not a problem more of an annoyance," she said as we placed the baskets on the table.

"That's for sure" I sighed knowing I wouldn't be going to see Taehyun. "And there it goes," I said as it started to rain.

There wasn't any point in keeping the shop open since no one would leave their house unless they wished to get a cold. The heavy downpour was met with lightning and thunder. Usually, I wouldn't mind soft thunder but this time it sounded like bombs exploding in the sky. I was a distracted mess all day. The rain not letting up and looked like it wouldn't stop anytime soon. After a while, I got bored of sitting around and went to my room. I sat at my desk and pulled out my sketchbook.

"What should I draw" I mumbled.

I let my hand take control focusing on whatever drawing my mind was making. The sound of thunder went unnoticed being too focused on what I was doing. Once I finished I looked at what I subconsciously drew. The outline of a butterfly with in-depth details making it look too real.

"I might as well add color," I said looking outside seeing the rain and back to my desk. I opened my drawer and grabbed some blue, yellow, and black paint.

I carefully painted the picture as I added the colors. The blue was used as the butterfly in general but I made some places a little darker. I painted the antennas with black paint along with the outline of the drawing. I let it dry waiting to paint the yellow on. Once it dried I made the yellow look like a glowing effect reminding me about what happened the other day. I smiled at my work of art before standing up to clean up my desk. I grabbed my paintbrushes and brought them downstairs to wash them off as the thunder still rang through the sky. I sighed wanting the gloomy clouds to go away. I went back upstairs to my room leaving the brushes to dry off. I decided to get ready for bed seeing how late it was getting.

"Good night," I said to my parents as I made my way to my room.

I walked to my closet and looked through the hangers to find a nightgown. I chose a tan long-sleeved nightgown. I changed and went to brush my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror a small glimmer of pink appeared in my eyes but left as soon as it appeared. I blinked multiple times confused.

"I'm just seeing things" I sighed and brushed my teeth.

I walked to my bed and turned to my side. I closed my eyes hugging my pillow as I slowly closed my eyes. The next morning bright light shined through the window. I groaned turning to my side not wanting to get out of bed. I laid there trying to fall back asleep but found it almost impossible to do so. I sighed looking at the ceiling before sitting up still wrapped in blankets.

"I don't feel like today," I said getting out of bed and walking to the window. "It is nice out" I smiled.

I put on a thin white dress and covered it up with a tan dress to cover everything except the sleeves and collar. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my brush and brushed my hair pulling it back. I sighed looking at the bland outfit like usual. I walked downstairs and put my shoes on and grabbed my bag.

"Where do you think you're going?" I heard a voice behind me as I quickly turned around and saw my mom.

"Oh uhm I'm going to the woods again" I chuckled nervously.

"In the mud?"

"I'll be careful" I smiled nervously.

"Just go" she sighed. "I don't know what your sudden obsession is but just go and bring some berries back"

"Will do!" I said quickly. "Bye!"

"Be careful" She said as I walked out the door.

I started walking cringing at the amount of mud I walked through. I walked through the woods being careful not to slip and fall. When I made it to the clearing I didn't see a trace of Taehyun. I'm not surprised considering how bad the mud is.

"I'm such an idiot" I ran my fingers through my hair.

"I don't think so" I heard a voice behind me.

I jumped and slipped dragging the person with me. I groaned sitting up. I looked over at the person only to see a muddy Taehyun.

"You suck," I said looking at my muddy clothes and I could feel the mud in my hair.

"Hey, that's your fault for slipping. I should be saying that to you for dragging me down with you" He smiled sitting up himself.

"No it's your fault for scaring me," I said flicking a little bit of mud on his pants.

"No it's your fault for getting scared," He said.

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes smiling.

"See I'm right," He said and flicked mud on me.

"I'm not about to have a mud fight," I said looking at his hand with mud on it.

"I don't know what made you think that?" He said putting the mud on my shoulder and smiling innocently.

"I'm gonna get in trouble!" I said throwing mud at him.

"Calm down I know a place to wash the mud off" He stood up holding his hand out for me to take.

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[ronaldofandom]

Wish I could be like you

My first rambheem fic - a short drabble.

No warnings. This is mostly Bheem soothing & comforting Ram :)

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Ram was constantly amazed by Akhtar’s ability to find joy in little things. He was incapable of being sad for more than 5 mins. And it was impossible to remain sad around him. To see the unbridled joy on his face while chasing after a goat or eating biryani was so refreshing. But it also wrecked him at times because no matter what, he wasn’t capable of being so carefree and immersing himself in this child-like joy, even when he was around Akhtar. This ate away at him, a little to begin with, but more and more now as he spent more time in Akhtar’s company.

One day, when they were star gazing on Akhtar’s rooftop, lying down on thin sheets in the pleasant summer night breeze, Ram couldn’t help himself from broaching this subject.

‘Akhtar, can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, Anna. What is it?

‘How do you manage to be so happy and cheerful all the time?’ Ram just blurted it out.

Akhtar turned towards him slowly, a small smile appearing on his face. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I…isn’t it obvious what I mean? I have hardly seen you not cheerful or happy or beaming. It’s your natural state. Even if you move away from that briefly, you resort to your default setting quickly. You always seem to find the positives in life, no matter what happens with you or around you. Not just that, you can even uplift the mood of those around you without any conscious effort; by just being you. How Akhtar, just how?’

Akhtar’s smile widened, and he looked fondly at Ram. ‘Anna, you give me far too much credit. I am not some bundle of joy.’

Ram stared at him for a good ten seconds, speechless, wondering how much he could share at that moment. If only he could say what Akhtar had done for him or why Ram was not capable of being like him.

‘I don’t know whether you are being modest or you are just downright silly.’ Ram stated, and Akhtar grinned widely.

‘Because you are very much a bundle of joy. To those who know you. To even strangers. And not just humans; I even see animals react to you fondly. From what I know, they only do that with truly pure and kind, and pleasant souls. You are that and a lot more.’ Akhtar slowly extended his hand towards Ram’s, silently urging him to go on. It was very rare for his Anna to express his feelings like this, and Akhtar wanted to hear every word.

‘Like that day when we traveled on your bike for hours to visit the puppet show you were so excited to watch. But we couldn’t enter since we reached late and the tickets were sold out. You pouted for a total of 5 seconds, then proceeded to enjoy the fair outside. You found a silver lining even then. Had it been me in your place, I would have sulked for hours and would have ruined our trip back. But not you. You bounced back immediately. It’s so amazing.’ Ram kept rambling. His conscious brain hadn’t realized how Akhtar was gently caressing his hand, but his subconscious self was silently drawing comfort and assurance from the gesture.

‘Look at the effect you have on others. Take me, for example. Believe me, when I say this - all this is not my natural behavior Akhtar. I don’t go on casual strolls or treks. I don’t do star gazing. I don’t visit the markets and fairs for fun. I don’t eat five times a day just coz I feel like it. I don’t chase after goats and squirrels and rabbits. I don’t go to others’ houses for lunches and dinners. What I am with you - sometimes I don’t recognize that person. Because I haven’t been that person for ages. Since forever. I have so many things to worry about, to think about, and to plan about. So many responsibilities. But it’s like my mind is bereft of all these thoughts and worries when you show up at my doorstep. How do you do this? I don’t understand how this is even possible.’ Ram drew in a huge breath, finally finishing his rant. It was only now that he looked down to see their entwined hands.

‘Hmmm, that was something.’ Akhtar continued to smile at him.

‘It’s very simple, Anna. I don’t really have a secret to my happiness. I just feel that life is actually very straightforward. We make it complicated by overthinking. There are some things in life you can control. And the rest are in the hands of the universe. What you can control, you should try your best there. Even if you don’t get the desired result, you will still be at peace if you know you have given your best shot. The other things, which you can’t control, what’s the point of worrying over them or sulking over them? Like that day at the puppet show, we reached before time, but other people had come even sooner. We couldn’t possibly anticipate that; it was just something that was not meant to be. So why get upset over it? Instead, we got to enjoy the fair, which we wouldn’t have gotten the time for had we attended the puppet show. And maybe the fair was more enjoyable than the show, so the universe guided us towards that.’ Akhtar went on, all the while gazing into Ram’s eyes. Ram was transfixed, holding on to every word.

‘Happiness is a choice, Anna. Being cheerful is a state of mind. Things will never go fully according to plan. There will always be things not going your way. But if those things are not in your control, then that’s how the universe intended them to be. It is god’s wish, and we should just accept it and deal with it. Of course, god only helps those who help themselves, so we should always have persistence, grit, and determination. But in most cases, we need to surrender to the will of the universe and accept our fate, even when it may feel that the universe is conspiring against us. Because god does have a plan for everyone. The more you resist, the more you stay in denial - the more sad, unfulfilled, and lonely you will feel. Acceptance is the first step towards happiness.’

Ram felt like he was in a therapy session. Each word was reaching straight to his heart and soul. Actually, no therapist could have done this for him. Only someone who is a beautiful human being (like his Akhtar) and who genuinely cared for him (like his Akhtar) could reach him like this.

‘Let’s take tonight as an example. You said you have a lot of responsibilities and worries. Well, guess what? I do too. But I know that right now, at this moment, there is nothing else that I can do to further my objectives. So I choose to enjoy the divinity of Mother Nature and soak in this beautiful night. Anna, remember you told me about the planets and solar systems and galaxies? And you said that all other planets are inhabitable, from what scientists have been able to discover so far. And even if there is a tiny bit of change in the atmospheric balance, Earth will collapse, and all mass will evaporate. Think about it - isn’t it something we should be immensely grateful for? That nature settled us on the only place where humans would survive and thrive. And not just that, it is maintaining a fine balance to keep us alive. We are all creations of nature and will dissolve in it. That, for me, is amazing. It is something I am always mindful of and thankful for. As should everyone. As should you, Anna.’

‘I know people have a lot of fears and insecurities. I am not for a moment saying that they are trivial and they shouldn’t bother us.  Some are worried about being alone for the rest of their lives. Some have financial limitations. Some have health issues. One should try his best to claw out of one’s miseries. Like a broken record, though, I will repeat that we need to make our peace with some of these things and not fight them. You can’t fight the universe or your destiny - some things are just not meant to be. Let go in those cases - it will give you an immense sense of peace, freedom, and empowerment. Accept your flaws, accept your circumstances, and work for your objectives but please stop to enjoy the little things in life. Don't be so hard on yourself. Don’t let life pass you by.’

Ram hadn’t realized when his eyes had welled up. He guessed it was when there was a mention of loneliness - that was his biggest fear - being alone for the rest of his life. And worse, losing a loved one again. Which is why he never let anyone close to his heart.

Akhtar had struck a chord so deep that Ram’s emotions had flooded out in tears. The moment Akhtar realized, he jumped up and sat beside Ram, slowly wiping his tears and caressing his cheeks. He could sense that Ram had suffered from great pain, something he wasn’t ready to talk about, so he didn’t probe him on that. He just wanted to be there for him, providing whatever little comfort he could. Silent tears kept escaping Ram for a bit, and Akhtar comforted him through it all. For a change, though, his tears were mixed with hope. Maybe all was not lost. Maybe whatever happened with him was some twisted plan of the universe, but with a silver lining at the end. Maybe he could love again. Maybe he could feel things again and even be at peace. Maybe he could have a happy ending after all…

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That was my first attempt at Rambheem - look forward to your thoughts, as always :)

I was feeling a bit down and started writing this with the idea of Bheem comforting Ram, and ended up drawing comfort from their conversation. My Bheem works magic in real life also!!!

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