#I am immensly proud of this

[floofballsammy]

YALL GET MORE FNAF ART!!!!!

These are way different from my normal style. I originally did them to kill time (Lefty is still unfinished).

I'm actually trying to get back into this again! It was honestly quite a lot of fun! It's also a show that you don't need lots of fancy stuff to make art. I only used 1 brush for coloring in all three.

#I am so immensly proud of these yall have no idea #hours of work and I love it so much #They've also been in my gallery for years now #So excited to finally share #fnaf art #fnaf fanart #fnaf funtime foxy #fnaf lefty #fnaf sun #fnaf sunrise #fnaf sundrop #fnaf #my art #Sammy's FNaF art

[wonderboothyt]

I don't draw often and i struggle to motivate myself to do so. I am incredibly impressed by artist all over the world who are so talented and outstanding in making art. All those hours it must have taken to get to the level you are at.

Knowing that AI is getting more and more of a problem to you makes me sad, since art is something i respect immensly... So know I am on your side, fuck AI art. There is no talent behind AI art!

Anyway, the reason I wanted to say this compliment to amazing artist out there (I am also including my sibling in this cause god they are wonderfully talented at it), is because I drew Rouge the Bat not long ago.

I feel proud of it, I just wish I had more passion and dicipline to keep going at it.

That's my post today, LOVE YOU ALL AMAZING ARTISTS OUT THERE AND FUCK AI

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #rouge the bat #sonic fandom #art #digital art #fuck ai art

[ginger-idiot]

So uh...

My Doai AU, I mixed it together with everything I'm hyperfixated on to make "Everything all at Once".

You want to know how many fandoms there are in this?

MANY.

We have Wings of Fire, A shit tone of Minecraft SMPs, we have Pastra, Phisnom, Lyra, Kane, Ellie, everyone, we have Mandela Catalouge, Spooky Month, FUCK IT, HOW ABOUT WE THROW HAZBIN HOTEL AND HELUVA BOSS IN THE MIX TOO!? WHY NOT THE BACKROOMS WHILE WE'RE AT IT??

WHY NOT SCP ASWELL?

There are so many fandoms im apart of and I just keep adding if they're intersting, so expect this list to grow immensly. I have almost everything planned out for the world building perfectly. I know how (mostly) everything is going to fit perfectly in this medled together world.

I am proud of what I'm doing here, and I hope I don't lose all hyperfixation on this project :D

#mah own au go brrrrr #im good at world building I swear #this is probably not going to be received well #but idgaf

[electrascomplexx]

about me ~ roleplaying

hello, my name is mckenna. i'm 22 years old living in canada (est) and have been rping for over 9 years. originally, i was on a site called quotev until recently due to admin issues. i'm looking for another place to roleplay similarly to how i did on there.

i am a descriptive rper. i view rping like writing a book with another person and therefore my replies are usually novella/multi-paragraph replies. i love aesthetics and descriptiveness in my roleplays. i also love plotting because it makes me more excited for the rp. i usually do 1x1 rps both original and fandom. original rps i only double up on (we both make our own love interests and play each others) unless my partner prefers to play the love interest. original storylines of mine are usually romance related.

i only rp with people 18+ because i prefer writing mature content. i feel it's more realistic and it is something i enjoy writing.

IMPORTANT: i have borderline personality disorder which i'm becoming much more aware of since my diagnosis in 2020. roleplaying is something i am extremely passionate about and i have created my oc and worked on her for all these years. i'm attached and proud of her immensly. because of my bpd, i am very passionate about things to an extreme extent sometimes. i love my ocs and use the same two face claims every time because when i see their faces they are not that person they are my oc. one of the face claims is amber heard. i've used her as a face claim for almost all of my rping career. when i first saw her face she was exactly how i pictured my oc to the t. i fell in love with her face because it reminded me of the oc i love so dearly. in the light of recent news with the whole amber vs johnny thing i simply cannot pay attention to it because i feel hurt that the face of the oc i love is owned by a bad person. i do not condone anything that amber heard has done. however, to me her face is not her it is my oc and therefore i have to use her as a face claim. the face claim i use depends on the fandom. you must be alright with me using her as an fc. if you are not then i am not the best rp partner for you. please do not comment or message hate about this.

FANDOMS

the fandoms listed below are the most common ones i rp. if you are curious about other fandoms please pm me as not all my fandoms are on this list.

TV SHOWS

supernatural - love interest ; dean winchester

death note - love interest ; light yagami

that 70's show - love interest ; stephen hyde

ouran highschool host club - love interest ; takami

yuri!! on ice - interested in doing a yuri x viktor rp

BOOKS

the mortal instruments (book series only) - love interest ; jace herondale

the infernal devices - love interest ; william herondale

the twilight saga - love interest ; edward cullen

the hunger games - interested in an au

BANDS

the beatles - love interest ; paul mccartney

led zeppelin - love interest ; robert plant

green day - love interest ; billie joe armstrong

metallica - love interest ; james hetfield

greta van fleet - love interest ; sam kiszka

queen - love interest ; brian may

OTHER

supernatural cast rp - love interest ; jensen ackles

original storylines - pm for more info

#fandom #supernatural #roleplay #rp #discord #discord rolplay #the mortal instruments #herondale #cassandra clare #love #love interest #romance #the infernal devices #the hunger games #that 70s show #love triangle #writing #world #rpers #rp advert #wanted ad #twilight #bands #rock #fangirl #lovestory #new rp #descriptive writing #descriptive roleplay #multi para rp

[wearelikebrothers]

That video was insanely good. The music, the editing, the pacing. Tommy really nailed down what makes the smp so special. He just understands. The whole techno part was heartbreaking, I really admire the strength it takes to share such personal feelings with the whole world. As with everything tommy does, you can deeply feel the amount of passion and dedication that were involved in this project, he really did pour his soul into it :,). So proud of this immensly talented, kind and wonderful kid, I am so glad I got the privilege to see him get to this point and truly can't wait to see what he does next.

#currently sobbing #tommyinnit

[yourlocaldreamergirl]

As someone that is really passionate about mental health it has been so infuriating today to see the way that some ARMY have reacted to the video.

These men have given their absolute everything in the past 9 years. I cannot even imagine how hard it must have been and what kind of pressure they have been under.

You can see how hard it was for them to do what was right for them and take some time off and apart. To admit that and pursue that. And the way they said it in the video in such a mature and calm and thoughtful way. They cried and reassured us and each other that BTS will be back and that they are thankful for everything. To then have "fans" screaming how unfair it is/omg are they disbanding/why would they do this/they are a group I don't want solo projects.

Like before they are BTS, these idols you fantasize about and praise and obssess over- first and foremost they are human beings. Humans who have sacrificed so much and finally are putting themselves first.

Also for God's saks: if you actually watched the video and listened you would know that they are NOT disbanding, they are taking a break, focusing on solo projects. (READ their words and listen to what they are saying instead of making assumptions).

Yes, I cried and was sad but I am also so immensly happy and proud!!! I hope they rest and I hope they have fun and I hope they do what THEY want without worrying about the world. And when and if they come back (although they promised and they keep their promises!!) we will welcome them with open arms.

So I beg some of you to get a life and then realize if you actually love them you would be happy for them.

Another reminder: learn from their example. Focus on yourself. Take care and rest when you need to. It is okay to do that. I love you. 💜💜💜

#bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeodan #kim namjoon #rm #kim seokjin #jin #kim taehyung #v #jung hoseok #hobi #j hope #jeon jungkook #jk #jungkook #jimin #park jimin #min yoongi #suga #bts festa #bts 2022 #army #bts army

[beware-the-jabberwock]

I always feel bad for a team who is down 10-0...like those poor kids. However, I am so immensly proud of team Canada!!

#world juniors

[watchinglikeafangirl]

My brain is so overstimulated right now, it's not funny any more. Yesterday, I was at work for like 9 hours, went to my parent's house and then the cinema, so I left home at 7 am and came back by 10pm. Throughout the day my throat grew sore because of my pollen allergies. Once I laid down in the evening, the pain got immensly worse, so I just slept 3 hours and now it's 6pm the next day and I'm fighting for my life lmao. I spend the whole day and partly night watching Netflix and stuff. I don't want to mess up my sleep schedule, so I'll stay awak until at least 9pm but I'm having such a headache. Today's really not my day and I'm proud I at least made it to the supermarket and back without crying

#i'm even past the point of a meltdown #everybody has a day like this but i'm dead inside #i am not used to insomnia #i usually sleep 8 hours every night #so i'm very lost

[mackjlee9]

But look at you, you slowly open up and that is a really big step, i am immensly proud of you and for opening up a bit, of course it is hard, but pls if you really wanna talk im am here and i will not leave if you need me

Sleep can wait a little longer, not really fond if it anyway, so just one last time pls, you really just wanna distract yourself and not talk a bit more? I will not push anymore after this, and im not concerened that you hurt yourself but i know how shitty it feels to sit in a room feeling trap with your thoughts, feeling overwhelmed without being able to let it out and i wanna be able to help you making the feeling at least a bit better

~~💕

I do wanna distract myself, because I will end up crying if I keep talking about it, pup, but I do appreciate that you're here with me, it really helps, love

#.cutie anon💕 #my favorite puppy 🥺 #my love 🖤 #mein schatz 😌 #mi mundo entero 😍

[happywitch416]

Today is my mom's birthday and on top of cooking her dinner and a cake I made her stuff! She is a horse girl and loves flowers so that helps immensly. I, uh, I freehanded the horse without using references, which is fine except I don't know how fancy carousel saddles work lol She also has more earrings than most stores. She counted hers a few years ago and had almost enough to wear a different pair every day for a year.

I am super, super proud of the purple and silver ones. And the owl ones are so ugly that I love them. They are based off some macrame owls in her basement and the earrings are dead ringers for them.

#the witch sketches #i will be making myself a pair of those silver and amethyst earrings

[somberthoughtsseldomeffort]

March 6th, 2023

     holy shit this week was KILLER! I mean I am so tired, super duper immensly tired. I havent quite found my sweet spot that I have been looking for between jobs and having to meal prep has taken a lot out of me honeslty. This was just week 3 and i am pooped!! Although, to reach the goals that I want I need to stop making excuses for myself and just do. If i didnt meal prep last night I would have been pissed at myself today, and today I am proud : )  I am finally taking myself into consideration and Idk what changed in my head but I definetly would have never stayed up to meal prep after workign the way that i did HAHAHHAHHA. This is for the FUTUR BAD BITCH ME I SWEAR 

[jordanthoughtsoup]

This is a formal farewell to the Game Design IGB220 course.

Many stories, development posts, ideas, and art has been shared on this tumblr account. Sadly, this will be my last post.

Ether, Voyage is near completion. I don't think I can ever deem it complete, as the ideas we had go vastly beyond what we had time to implement. I am still very proud of the product, the process, and the learning progress.

We realized we had been coding in Unity this whole time, and it is against the guidelines. While this means that the game dev points will be harshly marked, I don't regret learning new software and creating something that went beyond what I envisioned to reach in this course. It was but an honest mistake.

I won't have the chance to make a proper postmortem, though I have learned a lot, because we extended the deadline for the submission.

If I had to change anything about the game or the process, I would focus on these three things:

Pick something smaller. I had a blast implementing complex and varied systems, but this meant that I would often create bugs or flawed dynamics. Games really are a system as a whole, and if it's parts don't cooperate well, then the balance is off and the experience unsatisfactory.

Divide tasks better. I challenged myself to take care of all the coding, and while most of it wasn't too hard, having the eyes of someone else tackle the same problems I face can help immensly. The same idea can be applied to art, which I didn't work on much.

Put UX as a priority, not a bonus. UI features, game mechanics, and the storyline need to be made with the player in mind. If I feel like the features are too vague or complex that I excuse them as "the player will learn as they go", newcomers will simply feel frustrated and discouraged. Making the game fair (not necessarily easy) to understand is essential.

Hopefully these concepts, along with all the other I have learned in this course, will follow me throughout my Game Dev experience.

Thank you for reading my posts, Jordan

#postmortem

[remapped-soul]

48, 37, 17 on the fic asks!!

Hiii! Thank you 💕

48 - i actuay reread a sebchal time travel au that got me all teared up. It is incredibly well written, especially the emotional part. and it speaks of a future i am deeply afraid (let's hope it never happens).

before the beginning and after the end - tianvette

37 - that would be a splendid vacation

It is a BTS rpf, hoseok/yoongi, a soulmate au set in the 80s during the political unrest and tragedy of the revolts in gwangju. It started as a way to analyse the soulmate trope and in the beginning it was a high school au. I was, at the time, highly critical of the soulmate trope, because you can't just accept someone as your soulmate and dedicate your life to them without knowing them. i also love stories with plots that are influenced by major history events without them being the main part of the plot (im thinking about movies like y tu mama tambien, the kdrama reply 1988, the dreamers movie from bertolucci). i am not normal about plots like these. I adore them, it makes the story feel so much bigger than the characters and i wanted to try creating something similar.

It took me 3 freaking years to write. I wrote the first part under deadline bc it was part of a fic exchange and then i completed it in the first year of pandemic bc life and self-doubt happened in between. I rewrote part 2 3 times bc it didnt sound the way i wanted it to. I spent hours on research as if i was writing my thesis. i made a playlist, moodboards, i discovered the writer han kang because of this story (i adore her books). i discovered maggie stiefvater (the love of my life) bc of this story - my friend and beta told me my main chara reminds her of ronan and i had to see what it was about.

i love how i tackled the soulmate trope, how i wrote hoseok and yoongi's relationship and the political plot. writing this story got me my first taste of writing settings and immersing the story in them. It is the longest thing i have ever written. I am immensly proud of it and i hope i can write something like this again.

17 - something similar to the dreamers movie. It doesn't have to be about the 1968 riots, but everything about 20th century is highly, deeply fascinating to me and if it involves a group of friends, found family, loss, politics and love and action, im down. Or reincarnation au but not about lovers, but about siblings (i have technically sth in the works with this au, it's all planned out but i fell out of love with the fandom and now it sits in my wip folder).

This got way longer than i intended but it was so much fun to talk about, especially the part about a splendid vacation. Im love that story deeply.

Thank you ♥️

(fic writing ask meme)

#luna answers #fic writing ask meme #boston-strong-forever

[sehunlyone]

The release of ‘What a Life’ is something so so special for both, Sehun and Chanyeol. On the one hand, we have Chanyeol, who always talked about how he wants to release his own music one day, who is so passionate about creating and producing his own songs, who always showed us his creations whenever he made a good-night broadcast on V app and who even got a tattoo with his producer name LOEY on one of his fingers. On the other hand, we have Sehun, who was always the member with the least amount of lines in every song and every album and who was made fun of by some “fans” in such a bad way that he fell into a slump and was extremely insecure about his voice and singing. But he had the desire to work harder, to become better and to prove that he is capable of singing, of rapping. And for this he even installed an own little studio in their dorm for him to practice. Sehun always got reassurance from Chanyeol who always talked about how much he likes Sehun’s tone and that it is really something special even if Sehun did not believe in it himself. And over time we saw how much Sehun improved. Slowly his lines started to become longer, more versitile. He got a solo stage for ElyXiOn. His first solo stage, where he sang his own song. A song he participated in lyrics writing and composition. He was given the opportunity to release a SMstation song with Chanyeol and with the latest full album ‘Don’t mess up my tempo’ we really saw how much of an improvement he achieved with his voice due to his hard practice and dedication to do better, which ultimately lead him to have significantly longer rapping parts and also some singing verses. And because Chanyeol and Sehun were so in sync with what kind of music they wanted to do and because they wanted to create something together, they are able to form a subunit now. It’s amazing and really heartwarming as a Sehun stan to finally see Sehun shine. The boy, who barely got any lines in songs, will now be able to portray his immense improvement in his voice with this album which he was actively a part of as he wrote lyrics and even took part in composition along with Chanyeol. In this album, he will not have a few lines per song, he will have at least half of it. Hearing the highlight medley, seeing him in the teasers and seeing how confidently and stable he performed two of their title tracks at today’s EXplOration concert, I cannot express how proud I am of him and how I wish for him so keep this confidence, to keep this desire to make more music and to never give up on the things he is passionate about.

#exo #sehun #chanyeol #exo-sc #oh sehun #park chanyeol #my text post #maybe i'm super emotional about all of this TT^TT #seeing them in the stream today performing those two songs #my heart just exploded with so much pride and love and idk how to express that #even this whole text is only a fraction of what i feel about all of this but i'm not that goof with words to phrase it all ; ; #*good #just know that I am so immensly proud of both of them but especially sehun #because who would have thought that the boy who never got any lines was actually able to debut in a duo one day TT-TT #*200

[myers-meadow]

Michael Myers x ofc/you

Title: Care for me, part 1.

Part two here

Part three here

Part four here

Part five (final) here

Warnings: therapy, obsessive behaviour. References to past murder.

Contents: Rob Zombie's Michael Myers in Smith's Grove meets a new therapist with unconventional ideas. Over 3k words. Michael x you/ Michael x ofc. 'You' have a name, since i find y/n somewhat awkward for longer fics.

I am also proud to say that this fic is heavily inspired by Michel Foucault's ideas on power difference and how this comes into play in the anti-psychiatry theories. Also: 80s fashion. I'd love to have feedback on this, since i choose a very particular, somewhat fragmented writing style (it is what i immensly enjoy).

Routine. That was what defined his life at Smith’s Grove. And Loomis’ voice, somehow. The waiting was long, but Michael was patient. One day, a Tuesday no less, something new happened.

Loomis had brought someone else with him on his daily visit. You, a young woman, with supple step and a relaxed posture. Behind his mask, his eyes followed you with apt curiosity.

“Michael, hello, today our session will be different. As you can see, there is someone new to help you. I have asked her to take over for me once a week.”

“Hello, how wonderful to meet you, my name is Marion van Doorn.” You made no move to shake his hand, not expecting him to even accept.

Loomis continued. “She is specialised in some, well, unconventional forms of therapy that have proved very helpful for several other patients that have been treated here. I will leave you to it, y/n.” And briskly, Loomis left the cell.

“Bye, doctor, meet you at lunch.” You called after him, then turned your attention to Michael. His gaze was unsettling in its unseen intensity. “Alright, I will explain my methods.”

You crossed your legs and leaned forward, not keeping your posture open as the other professionals did. “I am not a doctor like Dr. Loomis or any of the nurses who may have treated you. I’ve heard bits about you from Dr. Loomis, but was frankly unsatisfied with the data in his reports on you.” Your voice showed obvious displeasure. “All of it was focused on getting you to speak, to communicate, in order to treat you. It’s just data, things they can write down, right? Words. But I think, that if we listen, really listen, then we can go past ‘words’ and towards understanding. And if I look around me,” you gestured to the room, plastered in masks, and then returning your eyes to his with a genuine smile, “it seems like you are already communicating plenty.”

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

And so it started. Loomis seemed impressed with you and the way you were able to connect with your patient. And when you were gone, there was gossip in the hallways.

“And she’s so young, too. Do you think she can handle him?”

“You heard what he did to the other nurse all those years ago – it’s only a matter of time with those methods of her.”

“Calling them methods is rather generous, don’t you think?”

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

Next Tuesday, second session. You sat down in front of him, the door to his cell partly opened as a safety measure. Guards outside.

Michael once again noted the absence of a clipboard, you did not carry anything but a tweed blazer over your arm. The weather must be getting colder again.

“Hello again Michael.” You started, gentle smile, making eye contact, relaxed, informal posture. “Last time we met I explained some things, but from today onwards I would like to put some things into practice if you’d like.”

Silence, but you didn’t seem to mind. His eyes never left yours, sharp behind the mask. He chose a funny one today, white with black, crude lines.

“I’m not looking for results, see it more as exercise. Dr. Loomis values routine as a cornerstone of therapy, of building a stable life and that makes a stable individual. You’ve probably noticed; lunch is at the same time each day and lasts exactly forty-five minutes, two hours a day in the recreation room at two, and so on… I’m not saying he is wrong, but he is. For me, agency is what makes the difference. If you cannot choose what to do when, not able to do as you feel like doing things, you cannot build a trust in yourself to stand on your own feet. People who are here, can rarely choose things for themselves. So, I’ve taken the liberty to bully Dr. Loomis until he gave in and let you choose a part of your daily activities. Your sessions with Dr. Loomis will still happen at the same time every day, and there is a limit to how much time you can spend on some activities, but I hope having the choice will make things a little lighter. Please let me know if any guards or nurses give you trouble and I’ll make sure your wishes are honoured.”

Michael never answered, just looked at you with intelligent eyes. Somehow it reminded you of the raptors in the Jurassic Park films. The kind of attention that would be incredible from any other patient, but from him it made your skin prickle.

“Alright, that is all. Then have a great week!”

He watched as you closed the door softly behind you.

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

You did not show up that next week on Tuesday. Dr. Loomis was unable to take over the session on such short notice – Michael overheard staff: called in sick with barely half an hour notice. It left him with time to fill, to think and think some more while working on another mask.

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

Wednesday. With little notice, guards pulled Michael from his cell. He had walked these depressing corridors so often, but the longer they kept him walking, the less he knew where they were headed. Past the recreation room, past the courtyard, past the lunchroom. Eventually they passed another locked gate that brought them to the front of the building, just near the entrance. This was not part of the sanitorium that he visited often. The visiting area was the destination.

“There ya go, someone’s here to see you, you bastard,” said one of the guards, giving him a shove that barely moved the large man.

He stepped in quietly. A few visitors sat by the windows, a few by the door, causing a soft chatter to echo throughout the room. And for him, in the corner, sat you. You waved him over, standing to make him notice you.

With mean smirks, the guards moved to fasten his chains to the table.

“No, no thank you, that won’t be necessary,” you interrupted, holding up your ID. And in a kinder tone, to him: “Good afternoon, Michael.”

He sat down, not being able to help the tiniest twinge of a smile underneath his mask. The absurdity of having a visitor, after not seeing anyone he knew outside of this place was… something. And how you seemed to trust him, with a body and a humanity so fragile.

“I hope you don’t mind my little stunt – but that is the thing with spontaneity, isn’t it?” you grinned. “How have you been this past week? Have you had fun with the new freedom?”

Then you propped your bag on the table, reaching inside. “I can’t stay long, but I wanted to give you this.” You got out a journal, with bulky pages. Michael’s massive hands took it from you as you slid it over the table to him.

“This is my art journal. Frankly it’s just something that I do to for fun, it has whatever I feel like; some drawings, collage, my failed attempts at learning water colour… If it’s of no interest to you, please give it back next week.” You leaned forward on the table, your gaze penetrating his, as if his mask was not even there. “Be careful with it too, and please don’t tell Dr. Loomis. He would not approve.”

You stood up and while you passed him, you halted, mischievous smile. “I marked the pages with nudes on them by folding the corners. It was very nice to see you again, have a lovely week.”

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

Back in his cell, it took Michael a few moments to realise what had just happened – what was still happening. The A5 journal was clasped tightly in his hands. He had not wanted to the guards to catch sight of it, had hid it as best he could in his robe.

He left it untouched for several days, debating to look in it or not. It seemed so personal. Seemed to break too many patient-therapist boundaries. He kept it inside his pillowcase, since there were not many hiding spots in the cell.

Saturday was the day he found his curiosity outweighed his complicated thoughts. He skipped recreation hour to leaf through the journal instead. Indeed, its contents varied wildly. Some pages were clearly unfinished, a few torn out, others scratched or painted over. Some entries were dated. Next to the botanical studies were the foreign names of the plants, must be your native language. True to your word, the pages with nude figures, mostly ink drawings, were dog-eared. A few of those even showed a pair together, of varying genders. The chaotic ink lines suggested movement and passion.

With a snap, he closed the journal. Why had you given him this?

It was after a night’s sleep, that he looked through it once more. You were right, this was unprofessional and Loomis would probably terminate the sessions if he knew. Having looked through most pages now, Michael found about a dozen empty pages at the end of the journal. Were you still using this? Then why would you part with it?

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

“Michael, nice to see you so busy this early in the morning. The guards said you were drawing. Is that going to be a new hobby for you?” Loomis was back for his daily meeting. He bent over Michael’s desk, looking at the papers scattered over it. Drawings. The remainders of a mask he had not yet finished. Underneath the papers; paint stains. As always, Michael did not respond, not even to look at the doctor.

“Ah, I see, you’ve drawn…” Loomis’ voice caught in his throat as he picked up one of the sheets. “You’ve drawn Marion.”

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

You were called in and came the next morning, early, which happened to be Tuesday regardless. Loomis accompanied you to Michael’s cell to speak with you. The doctor had not explained much, only that you had to come and see what had happened. The excitement in his voice somewhat unsettled you, and at the same time you were glad, even proud, to hear your methods had had some effect on the patient.

“He has taken up a new hobby,” said Loomis during the speed-walk through the bland corridors. The door to the cell was already opened by the guards who saw the two of you approaching hastily.

“Good morning, Michael,” Loomis continued. “I hope it is okay, but I thought Marion might like to see your new drawings.”

Michael’s eyes were on you from the moment you entered. You went over to the desk, gestured there by Loomis.

“Ah, drawings, I see. They’re very good,” you said, clearly impressed. Then you spotted it, a portrait of you. And another. Different angles, different expressions. Is this what you look like to him? They were not perfectly realistic, but it was certainly you; you recognize all your distinct features. Beneath those there were more, most were not finished. You could only stare, surprised.

“Is that me?” and you point to yourself with a small finger.

His eyes meet yours and he nods once. That moment of eye contact stretches on, as scribbles from Loomis’ pencil on his clipboard were heard. Feeling flustered, you gather the papers and stack them in piles, unable to look away from the large man for long. With a pull at the collar of your blouse, you sit down next to Dr. Loomis in front of Michael again.

“I must say this is a very interesting development,” starts the doctor again. “Michael, is there a reason you have drawn your new therapist? Do you perhaps… like her?”

Your eyes shot to the doctor, disbelief. “I can imagine it being nice to have some more freedom and more informal interactions.”

“Informal? What are you referring to?”

You gesture to yourself. “No uniform, no clipboard, no questions. I’ve not even read his file.”

Michael watched the two of you bicker.

Dr. Loomis holds up a finger at your words. “You have not- you haven’t read his file?”

“Nor your book. The blurb was enlightening enough.”

Confusion fills the doctors features. “But you said- Your methods of…”

You shrug, turning your gaze to Michael instead. “Should we continue the session?”

He continues, temper rising. “So when you said that you disagreed with my methods, you did not even know my methods?”

“Oh, I do, Samuel. I fail to understand how looking a child in his eyes and declaring him evil incarnate would help any situation. How old was he again?” your tone was sharper, eyebrows raised. Michael saw the glint in your eyes, the weight of your words.

“You do not know how things went down all those years ago. You do not know what I have seen.” Loomis hissed. Inwardly you cursed yourself. There was no way saying something so accusatory would lead anywhere.

You sigh. “I’m sorry, that was harsh. If you want to discuss this, let’s do so later.”

It was almost as if you and Loomis were his parents; fighting about him as if he wouldn’t hear you from the other room.

There was also something calculating in Loomis’ stare. “As you wish.”

Then silence, during which you looked at Michael’s hulking form opposite of you. It seemed nothing affected him. Yet he was following every word, noticing every change in expression and tone.

The doctor cleared his throat. “So, Michael, how are you today? Is there anything you wish for us to know?”

Silence.

Since you decided the awkwardness was too much, you stood up, putting on your blazer. “Thank you for letting me see your drawings, Michael. You are very skilled, excellent eye for detail. I will be back again next Tuesday. Have a nice day, the both of you.”

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

The Tuesday after that, you came for your agreed upon session. Something felt different. The guards seemed to tense at the sight of you, rather than greet you as warmly as before. Loomis had dragged his feet over your methods, wanting to keep to his original schedule for Michael’s day, but you told him it could never hurt to try it out for a while. For long enough to notice changes. He relented in the end. The damage control you had to do did not sit well with you, but you kept your eyes on your goal: to help patients.

“Morning, Michael,” you stepped in the cell, keeping the door halfway open as was agreed. Immediately your eyes were drawn to the walls of the cell. They used to be covered in paper mache masks, but were now a part was replaced with drawings. Of you. The artist of the drawings was standing instead of his normal hulking position on the bed. You had not seen him standing often before, and the immense size of him was almost enough to drop your confident tone. He was looking at you, head raised. He wore an orange mask that looked vaguely like a pumpkin, with a wide jagged grin.

“How have you been doing? I know I’ve said it before, but let me know if anything interferes with your afternoons.”

The man remained silent, as usual. What was not as usual, was that he moved. Towards you, to be precise. Caught of guard, you instinctively took a step back. Then stopped yourself, even though he had taken a second step, covering more ground than you had.

To fill the awkwardness, you resumed talking. “I’m sorry about last week. It was unnecessary and I have apologized to Dr. Loomis.”

You thought that Michael was heading to his cot to sit down, so you intended to let him pas. Yet that didn’t happen, and now he was much too close for comfort. He smelled of soap and something manly, and of glue.

Looking up at him was intimidating. The need to put space between you was overbearing, so you stepped back, and stepped back until your hands felt the door behind your back. Do you need to act? Leave? Notify the guards?

That choice was taken from you not even a second after you had registered the thoughts, as Michael pressed the door firmly closed, almost soundlessly, with a hand next to your upper arm. Your breath hitched. Then that same hand touched your arm, as you lifted it to press against his chest – to stop him from coming ever closer.

“What is it?” you asked, mouth dry. You licked your lips. “You are… very tall.”

The feel of him against your hand: warm, you could feel his heart beat steady, and it pressed your elbow against the door. The fabric he wore was thin, soft.

Then the guards noticed. A quick rapping on the door. “Ms. Van Doorn, are you in there? Are you alright?”

“Yes! Yes, everything is fine,” you called out, turning your head to the side. Breathing seemed difficult so close to him. His hand covered the one on his chest, warm, large. When you looked back at him, his other hand was at your cheek. His eyes were something fierce, searching your face. How far could he push you? Thumb brushed your lip. Moved down to your neck, pressing lightly, then the thumb returned to rest against your bottom lip. Unsure of what to do, lips fell open just slightly, which was enough. The finger moved in between your teeth, and you let it in, too late now, just to stop its advance by pressing your teeth to his nail.

“We need to open the door,” called one of the guards. The knob jiggled. The hand on your arm quickly returned to press above it, stopping it from opening. “That is procedure, ma’am, or we will have to call for back up and assume the worst.”

A light squeeze against your throat made your eyes flutter shut, before regaining your senses. “Yes, of course,” keeping your tone as neutral as you could. Then, as if nothing happened, Michael stepped away. The door opened, bumping you in the back, and the guards escorted you out. You were unable to answer their questions.

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

When you returned to your car, shaky legs, your hands found not only your keys in the pocket of your blazer, but also a folded drawing. Its edges were torn and it was barely A5 size. You sat down behind the wheel, glad to be no longer standing, before looking at it. It depicted you, but not just you. It was you, held by the throat, eyes closed, head fallen back (some mistakes in perspective here), and a much larger figure pushing one of your legs up around his waist, cut off by the end of the scrap of paper. The large figure was undoubtedly Michael, with his long hair. Your hand was on his shoulder. Was this your death? Is this what was going to happen back there? His hand had not been rough, but it had left a ghost in its wake that you could still feel. You drove home with your own hand pressed below your adam’s apple.

It was at home you realised he was probably not hungry for murder.

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Kiba and Shikamaru with a fem s/o who's a squirter?👀👀👀(I am way too thirsty for these men send help)

These good bois deserve more love!

Thanks anon :)

Kiba lives for it. Every time you squirt he literally goes feral. You're his sun, his moon, his stars and his whole galaxy and seeing you literally gush from pleasure has him immensly proud and excited. The first time it happened you were so shy about it and scrambled for excuses yet Kiba shushed you with hungry kisses. It was a natural response after all and there was no need to apologize.

There's no pressure for you to squirt but he will try to lead you down that path. It's like a challenge if you plead him for it while he pounds you. So when he feels your body going slack from pleasure, he will flip you around and stimulate your g-spot.

It doesn't matter if you get the bed wet. Kiba will coo how well you did and that he would film it and show it around if he could, so everyone could see what a good little obedient slut you are.

Good boy loves giving oral so if you squirt on his face he will literally growl and lick you clean until you're shiny.

Shikamaru goes about it with logic. He wants sex with you to always make you feel good and safe. So he makes sure you're relaxed, hydrated and in a comfortable position. The most important thing is that he doesn't expect you to squirt. From what he knows it's not super common so he is pleased with having you shake under him.

Nonetheless, he memorizes every stroke, push, lick that has your back arch, creating a mental folder for how to drive you crazy. Having you squirt is not a must if you still enjoyed yourself, yet every time it happens he can't help but feel a surge of pride.

He will mock you for it lovingly "Did you enjoy yourself that much, princess?"

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