#I can’t draw a circle for my life lmao

[birdstooth]

oh my god tintin was my first crush as well…thought i was the only one….anyway now i like butches that wear historical menswear so it hasn’t really changed lol

Omg anon this is me opening my ask vault and finding your message 🥹🥹🥹 Tintin set the bar pretty high for cartoon crushes I feel like.

Reference pic lol:

#tintin #journalistic integrity and style #asks #I can’t draw a circle for my life lmao #comics and doodles

[nenchainzz]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 + 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: breeding kink, the reader is used with mostly feminine terms, mentions of having children, pet names (corazón, princesa, cariña, good girl, and cumdump), implication of cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, mating press, mention of cervix, and creampie

Word Count: 0.8k

a/n: ya'll i tried my best lmao. also first kinktober and i'm already so late with it

Miguel’s idea of a perfect life is simple. Him, you, and a child in a happy home. His past doesn’t howl him, and he never has to worry about anything because he’ll be satisfied. When you gushed about having essentially the same dream one day, he knew it had to be a reality. He had to make it a reality. You pregnant with his child, oh, it was perfect.

“Corazón,” he said after coming up from between your thighs after drawing out your orgasms. His arms hold your legs over his shoulders while you feel your pussy quiver from overstimulation. Your thighs slightly ache from being up on his big shoulders.

“Y-yes?” you ask almost a whisper.

“I want…” he’s not sure where to begin. “I want to make you mine forever.” You laugh a bit.

“You already do,” you answer.

“I mean, I want you to have my child,” he clarifies. “I want you to be the carrier of my child.” You’re somewhat shocked to hear this. It gives you the energy to sit up a bit.

“You do?” you ask. You can’t help but feel yourself get aroused. The idea of his cum staying in you and him getting you pregnant is…everything you could ever want. “Please,” you begin to beg. “Please fill me with your cum. I want you to breed me.” He moves your legs off his shoulders and comes up to kiss you. His fangs playfully nip at your bottom lip, showing his excitement.

His hands move to cup your breasts, his fingers circling your nipples. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close. He moves down to your neck and bites at it; you moan at the feeling of his fangs digging slightly into your skin.

“Mi-Miguel,” you moan. “You don’t have to hold yourself back for my sake.”

Hearing you say that makes him change completely. It is such a rush for him when you let him absolutely ruin you.

“Eres mi debilidad,” he says. He lifts himself up and grabs your legs. He folds them into your chest with your pussy exposed to him. “You’re still so wet even after all this?” You look away in slight embarrassment. “How adorable.” His strong arms push your thighs onto your chest, forcing you down onto the mattress.

Miguel’s expression is feral, with his teeth clamped together, showing his large fangs, and his eyes flash a dark red. He finally thrusts into you hard and doesn’t give you time to readjust to his length and girth. You cry out from his actions and grip the bedsheets under you.

“From now on,” Miguel starts. “You will be my cumdump. Nothing will be going to waste when I’m done.” He thrusts in and out of you at a fast pace. His hips snap against yours while his cock hits your cervix, brushing past your sensitive spot. His towering frame is hunched over to give your pussy all his attention. His forehead dusted with sweat, and his hair slicked back; god, he’s never looked sexier. He grunts loudly as his cock doesn’t waver from its attack on your pussy.

“Gonna fill this pussy up so good,” he grunts as if lost in the thought. You feel your pussy hug around his cock, making his grunts turn into small moans. “Fuck, princesa.” You feel tears in your eyes from the overstimulation, but the idea of his cum in you keeps you from spilling over the edge.

“You wanna cum?” Miguel asks you. You look up at him and nod your head.

“Please, please let me cum, and then you can fill me up as much as you want,” you beg.

“So greedy,” he says. He moves his hands and lets you place your legs on his shoulders. He brings one hand to keep you stable on your hip and the other to your pussy. He begins rubbing your clit quickly, and the sound of your pussy getting wetter, mixed with his cock slamming into you, fills your ears. His thumb plays with your clit, and you feel yourself grow warm, and your thighs shake. “Cum, cariña.” With his go-ahead, your orgasm washes through you, and you cum on his cock. Your screams are loud enough for anyone else to hear, and your nails practically rip the sheets. “That’s a good girl,” Miguel compliments.

After you’ve caught your breath, he moves his hands back to your thighs and pushes them to your chest, just like before. His cock growing more impatient by the minute, wanting to breed.

“Fuck,” Miguel curses. He thrusts into you hard and shoots ropes of cum within you. However, he does not stop and continues to fuck you even with his cum in you. The mixture of cum helps his cock thrust into you faster. He’s not letting any cum go to waste.

“Mi-Miguel,” you cry, unsure what you’re asking of him.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he promises. “Your pussy will only know my cum.” His promise is serious. He’s going to fuck you until he’s satisfied.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭

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#𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse smut #atsv smut #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 smut

[kissitbttr]

eddie earns his first blowjob from his mean cheerleader girlfriend

warning: 18+, oral receiving, insecure eddie,

a/n: this was requested but i lost the ask lmao, enjoy. also not really that filthy xx

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sex has never been his forte,

sure he jerks himself off and has a pile of porn magazines stacked underneath his bed but never actually experienced… sex.

girls aren’t exactly lining up to be getting dicked down by him. not when you’re the town freak. if anything, they avoid him like a plague. the only time girls want to be around eddie is just so that he can give them free greens and nothing else. he’s not stupid, he can tell what their true intentions are.

so when y/n came into his life. he has no idea what to expect. obviously, she’s far more experienced and skilled when it comes to it and it makes him feel slightly insecure. and jealous too. because he knows all of her exes were handsome jocks who probably scored more than twenty girls in their lives. no doubt that they had given her so much pleasure than he could possibly offer.

he wants to make her feel good. he really does.

“so, steve and robin gave me these” she pulls up two DVDs and show them to him. “evil dead and carrie. which one do you like best?”

he cocks an eyebrow, eyes switching between the two films. “i thought you wanted chick flicks or something like that?”

she shrugs, deciding to put evil dead on the player. “horror movies make me horny. and what better way to watch it than with my favorite man, hm?”

he chuckles nervously when she shoots him a wink and a smile. flirtatious one. “usually girls get horny when they see porn. but oh, not you. pretty fucked up if i might say.”

“you love it” she responds, crawling beside him as they both lay comfortably on her bed. “how’s your day, baby”

he puffs out a long exaggerated breath. “kind of shit, ms.O'Donnell been up my ass about the last assignment. she wanted me to re-do it.”

“aw that sucks” she pouts, running her fingers through his hair. “want me to beat her up for you?”

“no, i’m good” he laughs, not wanting her to do something that’ll damage her academics. the thing is about y/n, when she says something along the lines of ‘beating someone up’ you better not take it lightly.

because she will do it.

“too bad. I’d love to see her blood pouring out of those nostrils.” she sighs, plopping her head down on his chest as she hooks her leg with his. his arm wraps around her body protectively. “the offer still stands.”

“hey, enough of that would ya?” he kisses the crown of her head, smiling to himself. “as sexy as it is to see you get violent, the consequences will be ten times worse if you punch a teacher.”

“just gotta wait till graduation then.” she innocently replies, finger drawing circles on his chest.

halfway through the movie, eddie is trying his best to keep his focus on the plot. but she’s making it so hard for him to do so. she continuously shifts her weight on him, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his hard shaft with an innocent ‘oops’ every time she does it.

they’ve been together for almost a month and he hasn’t gotten used to the effect she has on him. it’s frustrating how he can’t control his thoughts and clammy palms whenever she puts her hands on his body.

“you okay?” she wonders, looking up at him with her doe eyes and playful smile. “you feel so tense, teddy”

“y-yeah” he stammers as his focus remains fixed on the screen. “just uhm, peachy”

peachy?? who the fuck says that?!

she hums in response, moving her mouth to attach itself on his neck with fingers moving down south to softly palm him over the thick material of his pants. he takes in a deep breath at the touch, finding it more difficult to think straight with her lips on him.

“y/n” he calls her softly, hand gripping tightly around her waist as he feels himself grow even more. “sweetheart i-“

she shushes him. “you look so good right now i have to do something eds.” her tongue licks a bold stripe on the skin, pushing her chest against his, “we can take turns later, yeah?”

he gulps, body melting under her touch. “s-shit, y/n wait, wait!“ he suddenly exclaims, freeing himself from her grip

y/n frowns when eddie pushes her lightly. feeling annoyed why he’s like that towards her.

“eddie what the fuck?! do you not want me to suck your cock?” she harshly asks, then a sudden realization hits her. “are you fucking another bitch behind my back, munson?!”

he wide-eyed her as she crosses her arm, ready to kill him at that exact moment. “what? no! w-what makes you think I’m cheating on you?!”

“who is it?” she shoots immediately. “Julia from the cheer team or that fucking weird four-eyed wendy’s looking motherfucker at loves to stare at you across the hall?!”

eddie is confused. he doesn’t even know who she’s talking about, let alone a wendy-looking girl that keeps staring at him. how does she even know that?

he shakes his head furiously, wrapping her hands in his grasp to reassure her.“no! oh god y/n, of course not! . i only got my eyes for my girl, you know that. plus, Julia? she hates me and my friends, why would you even think of her?”

“then what’s going on!” she groans, moving to kneel in front of him as he sits up straight. “every time we make out or when i try to suck you off, you’d push me away. are you not attracted to me, anymore?”

“princess, believe me when i say this has nothing to do with you! of course I’m still attracted to you.” he says, looking at her in the eye. “shoot me in the head if i decided to leave you for another woman, i give you the permission.”

“okay, so what is it?” her voice turns soft. “you can tell me.”

sooner or later, of course, eddie has to tell her the truth. he hates having to keep secrets from her, but it’s embarrassing. who the hell wants to date a virgin? if she found out about that, she’d look at him differently. and he doesn’t want to lose her. not when things start to get better for him,

she notices how his eyes drop down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers as he removes his hands from hers. this causes her eyebrows to knit in concern.

“baby? what’s going on” she reaches out to softly pat her thumb across his cheek,

“it’s pretty embarrassing” he lowly chuckles,

“it’s not if it got you all worked up like this. come on, It’s your girl.” she ducks her head down a bit to take a look at his features,

he exhales. “well you know it’s just that i…” he trails off, “never had sex before..”

“what?!” she sounds genuinely surprised. “you’re a virgin?”

he nods, slowly looking up to meet her eyes. “yeah. it’s why i have been so… weird. I’m sorry. i know you expected more from me.”

seeing him get so vulnerable and embarrassed because of that makes her heart break. that’s why he’s been avoiding her touch? god, this man is so precious she feels like she’s going to pass out.

“eddie, you don’t have to be sorry for being … inexperienced. there’s nothing wrong with that. and ‘expected more’? baby, you are already enough for me.” she cradles his face to get him to look at her. “do you think i care about whether you’re a virgin or not? because i don’t.”

“well, you’ve been with those guys before, right? i bet they made you feel good. and i want to do that too. perhaps even better.”

oh her heart is about to leap out of her chest.

“made me feel good? they thought they were doing something. i had to fake it because they barely knew how to do it”. she rolls her eyes, earning a small laugh from him.

“plus, i think it’s cute that no one has ever touched you before.” she giggles, pressing a kiss on his nose,

“well i don’t want to be cute! i want to be hot. for you” he grumbles, frowning like a small child.

“you are, baby” she giggles, even more, shaking her head at this adorable man. “so cute and hot, you make my head spin and panties drop. not a day goes by that i do not think of you”

“you mean that?” his voice small. “because you don’t have to say that just because I’m your boyfriend.”

“i meant every word. do you know how many girls i had to threaten and slammed against the wall for eyeing you? countless.”

“you never told me that…”

“not important” she waves her hand in an attempt to change the subject. “now… how about i make you feel good, hm?”

she moves to put her weight on top of him, putting her legs on either side of his thighs. his heart is beating a mile per minute the moment she sits there. having no idea where to place his hands, he just place them next to her knees.

there’s a twinkle of lust across her eyes, the straps of her blue nightgown falling down her shoulders. long messy hair tucks on the either side of her neck

“but i want to make you feel good too. make you cum on my fingers” he struggles to say each word when her hand begins to untie the strings of his sweatpants.

“we have plenty of time to do that, but … i think my boyfriend deserves it more. don’t you think?”

“well... only if you want to” he's being shy, cheeks red and it drives her mad how cute he's being with her

“of course, i want to.” his pants are pulled now down on his thighs and his cock springs free. “would you let me take care of you?”

he nods frantically, becoming putty underneath her bedroom eyes as she slowly wraps her soft palm around the base of his hard shaft. eddie had never thought her eye contact is strong enough to make his body tremble.

“f-fuck, sweetheart” he blows a sigh of pleasure when she goes down to lick the tip, humming to herself when she finally got a taste of him,

he watches every move she makes. afraid that if he misses just one second, he will regret it. it still doesn't feel real to him. having the prettiest girl in Hawkins as his girlfriend going down on his cock. with a sweet, innocent look decorating her features, enough to make him cream already. but he's holding it.

dear god, he's trying to hold it.

”not even halfway through but you taste so good to me already” she smiles with her tongue still out, he catches a glimpse of her piercing and almost lets out a moan. ”and you have been hiding this from me? not nice”

the minute she slips his cock into her mouth, he's a goner already. brown eyes lulling onto the back of his head with a soft grunt following. she drags her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft, all the way up before closing her mouth around the reddening tip. keeping her eyes on him as she goes, who seems to be having a hard time trying to compose himself.

a devilish smile appears on her face, and her freshly manicured hand reaches out to give his balls a soft squeeze. he flinches at the sudden contact, groaning and moaning when she works on her tongue around him.

”does that feel good, eds?” she checks on him to make after pulling her mouth off. making sure he’s enjoying every moment. coating the tip with her spit before she spreads it with her thumb, ”like having my mouth on you?”

he can only nod to answer, his body is consumed by too much euphoria to give her a verbal response. chest raising with a heavy breath every time her fingers tip-toeing over the sensitive skin. balling his fists so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails create a dent in his palms,

”use your words, come on” she moves her hand up and down the stiff flesh with a soft grip, watching his mouth fall open.

”fuck yes. it feels so good b-baby please... don't stop, please” he begs in between breaths, almost sounding like a squeak. eddie finally opens up his eyes to gaze back at her. giving her, his best pleading look, ”i wanted your mouth for so long”

”good boy” with that, she slides his cock back into her wet mouth. while her other hand runs up and down his thigh, sending a light shiver down his spine and arising goosebumps on his skin

eddie's fingers are curling up against the sheets. a strangled noise leaving his throat when the sight of her breasts almost spilling out from the dress. looking like a proper porn star.

he thinks he might actually pass out from this. the velvety insides of her mouth make his head spin and her tongue never seemed to stop teasing the tip. his legs are tense and she can see it from the corner of her eye. she’s taken by surprise when his hips accidentally bucking up, hitting the back of her throat.

”shit, s-sorry about that, sweetheart” he softly tells her, earning a squeeze on his thigh from her as a reassurance that it's okay.

he feels his body is blazing. he can't exactly describe it but it feels so good. pure bliss blooms inside of him when she continues to bob her head up and down. and fuck, eddie doesn't want to cum just yet. but he can't take it anymore. not when she peers up at him through her lashes, still with that innocent look on her face. or when she reaches out to squeeze his heavy balls of cum.

it gets even more harder when she sinks further, moaning around his cock because the sweet, sweet taste of him is creating an excitement that bubbles in her stomach

“f-fuck, fuck. i'm cumming” he rushes, thinking that she might pull away but she only wraps her lips tighter around him. sucking even harder until he releases it all. thick, white string of cum falling in her mouth and painting her tongue. eddie cries out in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut.

his fingers slowly start to loosen the grip around the sheets, his breath going steady, and relaxes both his legs.

she pops off of him, brushing a finger in the corner of her mouth to swipe his remaining. not wanting it to go to waste. “you're so adorable” with a giggle, she plops herself next to him, “how was it?”

“fucking amazing” he laughs breathlessly, rubbing his face up and down with his hands before facing her. a lopsided smile tugging her lips. ”god you were so good with it, I thought I was going to die”

“never heard that one before” she snickers playfully, making herself comfortable underneath the duvet. cuddling up to him. “you tasted so good too, what's the secret?”

he pretends to think while pulling herself close to him. “cheerios and cigarettes”

she swats his chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. ”I'm gonna make you some real food. my man needs to have the stamina if he's planning to fuck me with his cock.”

he freezes, leaning back slightly to take a good look at her face to see if she's pulling his leg. “what?”

“you heard me.” her voice is stern but also playful. “you're gonna fuck me into oblivion and I will guide you through it if I have to. and we're not stopping until you make both of my legs shake that i can’t fucking walk to school tomorrow.”

eddie is certain he's in heaven right now

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie things #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader

[sadderdaazee]

“𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬.”

pairings; choso kamo x fem!reader! (she/her)

warnings; hair-down choso, fluff, ooc choso (kinda?? idek lmao 💀) very insomniac reader, car rides, overspeeding, reader is kinda shorter than choso + not proofread!

wc; 3k ish

insp; a playlist. song recc below.

“you still up?”

“yeah...”

the mattress shifts and whispers beneath you.

“can’t sleep?”

“mhm,” you murmur against your pillow, skimming your fingers delicately against his jaw, thumb caressing that tattoo adorning the bridge of his nose.

wondering if they’re mistakes of adolescence or marks of fashion. you don’t ask him, though. you like to unravel the reasons by your own.

“why?”

“mmm…” your moan stifles within choso’s shoulder as you press your face deeper into his bare skin, not quite answering his curiosity.

he chuckles.

“you gonna be fine, lovey,” he doesn’t ask further. he knows you’ll tell him when you want to. so, in a breath, choso’s calloused hand tugs against your neck, pulling you into his bare chest in a groggy embrace, kissing the top of your head again and again and again.

you smile into his chest, fingers drawing circles against his tattoo laden limbs and cheeks pressing against his warm skin.

“try countin’ sheeps in y’head,” he places one deep murmured kiss against your head, your leaden eyes fluttering in a sigh.

“already tried that.” you confess among listening to the thunder brawling beneath his ribs.

he doesn’t reply, lips pressing about your head and feeling your stress ebb under his skin.

then, he’s sitting up till the blanket billowing about his limbs covers less of him and more of yours.

you ache the lost feeling of his bare skin burning within yours when he’s standing up.

“where’re y’goin…” you mutter in a leaden sigh, draped in a muzzy contorted whine.

choso doesn’t reply, disappears into the closet as you sit up, blanket falling from your nude limbs.

the cool air seeps about your skin, drooping from your collar to your bare breasts.

you await, fiddling with your fingers in that renowned anticipation he’s memorized. worried that this time, maybe choso’s finally had it with your nightly plights.

and when he’s appearing back from the closet, more modest — a sweater concealing his tattoos that paint about his abs, his hair sweeping against his shoulders, he’s throwing a hoodie towards you.

“what’s this— oh, i need to wear my bra—” you scurry among the blanket’s waves, searching for your bra laying somewhere, but with a tut of choso’s tongue, you sit still.

your gaze imprisons his sight, one thats drawing closer till distance is a plaything amongst you and him, his breath becoming one with yours.

his eyes haphazardly trail to yours, to your perky nipples that harden under the scarce heat of your blanket and the hiraeth of the lingering heat from his skin.

and just when you’re expecting him to press himself to you, kiss and burn what’s left of you in embers, pin you against the bed till he’s one with you and your bare bodies speak more than words, he’s only forcing your hands up.

they face the ceiling, loose and submitting, and with the confusion draping your gaze, he’s picking the hoodie thats fallen onto your lap, a knee on the mattress as you slither closer to him.

he’s pulling the hoodie over your head and taking each of your arms, weaving them through the sleeves of his hoodie without meeting your gaze once. the hoodie sheaths against your skin, his scent drawling into your skin and nose, scent leaving the fabric

his fingers comb through your scalp, arranging the stray tufts of hair that fall against your face, and you sneak a glance his way, only to find his eyes already doting yours, trailing from your gaze to your lips and to your eyes again.

you suck a breath, parting your lips because obviously, he has something on his mind, something involving you and him to go out.

at 1 a.m, that is.

“where are we go—” but you’re already being picked up, choso’s fingers pressing by your flesh and holding you in a bridal carry.

and like a reflex, your hands circle around his neck.

“shh,” he kisses your head again, gesturing toward the key holder. “relax that pretty little head, we’re only goin’ out.”

“this late?” you take the key to his car and he carries you out of the house, uses the key to unlock his car, hands still pressing you into his body.

“mm, yes, the roads will be clear.” he smiles. “promise bubby, you’ll love it.”

then, he’s gently placing you in the passenger seat, closing the door and seating himself by the driver’s seat.

he leans by you, and finds confusion still plaguing onto your lips, pulls your seatbelt and straps you by the seat.

his dark locks flood by his face when he’s turning the music on.

and you’re admiring it. urging to fish the wayward strands behind his ear and kiss the curve of his jaw.

yet, you stare at him with an eyebrow perched, despite the endearing gaze that melts within your irises.

“is it today?” you ask, eyebrow threatening to mend with your hairline.

“what’s today?”

“the day you kill me and bury me in a forest?”

a hearty giggle births among choso’s succulent lips, flourishing into a laughter that entrances every thread in your body.

the faintest fluster bruises the flesh beneath your skin at the sound, within the heat thats billowing across your face, not that its visible anyways.

“no, no,” he wipes the tear slipping away from his lashes, “i’d kill myself before killing you.”

“wow. at least leave me alone in the afterlife.” you find yourself swallowing the small rumble of that chuckle that breathes within your chest.

“nah, nah,” he says as he steers and turns, trees sprinting about, the veins beneath his skin flexing, urging you to do something unwise. “don’t want no man up there take any chances with my girl.”

“ew.” you roll your eyes, mischief gripping your gaze taut, “so possessive and jealous.”

“ah, maybe you’d take your chances with the hot guys up there.”

but you’re already throwing yourself onto him, playfully punching him as he dodges them, laughing and warning the road ahead. and with a huff, you settle back in your seat, hands folded by your chest.

“perish.” you pout.

“aww,” he smiles. “you resemble a cat— oh, you wanna eat something?” choso asks, pulling through a small 7/11 store open nearby.

you nod with a grin. “ice-cream.” you reply, watching him get out of the car.

he walks over to your side, opens the door for you and you’re reminded how you’re not even wearing your sandals.

but alas, choso is leaning over you, taking your sandals from the backseat, which you wonder when he’d put them there. he’s crouching again, taking your sandals and slipping them over your socked feet.

you grin up at him, mouthing a small i love you that’s weaved beneath your words when he takes your hand and leads you out of the car.

“my prince charming.” scarred, that is.

the aisles are dimly lit and choso’s fingers entwine amidst yours. he looks at you, watches your eyes spry about when you’re shuffling through the different varieties of ice-cream in the freezer.

and he’s reminded yet again, how every second with you makes him fall over and over for you. and maybe he will fall in love with you more, he doesn’t know the limits. doesn’t even want to know the limits. all he knows is he’s content till there’s still a smile hidden beneath your lips.

he hates the pang in his chest when he sees your weary eyes every second night, unable to succumb to rest. or when your lids would flutter anxiously amidst sleeping. he would kiss them to a soft still, closer, pulling you into him.

“butterscotch or mint chocochip.” you ask, finger pressing against your bottom lip with a frown plaguing your gaze.

“both.” he kisses the side of your head, “i’ll take whichever you wouldn’t.”

“we’ll just kiss and mix the flavors, no big deal.” you shrug.

“you want me to kiss you?” he smirks, its cheesy.

“what if i do?”

his hand slides lower till they hover right above your waist. God darn him for being tall, because when he’s so close, his eyes entrapping yours, you can’t help but look up. he has to lean down a bit, so his lips are meeting yours and caressing them like a quiet soliloquy.

it’s not a deep indulgent kiss, rather a peck. coupled with another, peppering against your own. you smile. he pecks it too.

pecks the corner of your lips, your nose, your forehead, then your lips again — until a stifled cough musters your attention.

the girl skimming through her magazine at the counter physically scowls at you both.

you kiss choso’s cheek, the fluster right at the corner of his tattoo, tucking the drooling strands of his hair that fall against your face before pulling back, taking two of the ice-cream cones out of the freezer, heading towards the register and billing the stuff. choso pays.

then, he’s circling his arms around your waist from behind, letting you lead him to the car as his lips keep pecking your neck. you tell him to stop, voice laden with intangible chuckles he could store into the chambers of his heart.

the tufts of his dark locks fall against his eyes as he combs his fingers through them, pushing them back as you both lean on his car.

you unwrap both of the cold desserts, and you feed him mint-chocolate first. then you raise the butterscotch one to his face, and he licks it too. you follow, licking mint one first then butterscotch.

“i like the butterscotch one,” you tell him and give him the mint one. “you?” your hand tucks into the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing when a small gust of winter breeze kisses your skin.

“i like you.” he replies, arm snaking around your waist to pull you so close to him in the empty parking lot with only a street lamp to flicker amidst.

your back presses against him, and you can feel his heartbeat rumble within his ribs and reverb against yours from the back. and you’ve come to realize, your hearts beat in sync. it makes yours skip a beat. love him more.

“i like butterscotch more.” you tease, a giggle slipping from your lips as your eyes meet the sky, grey clouds staring down at you, blanketing the sky with its sweater.

he chuckles softly before turning you around. you look up at him, and he watches your eyes bloom, with a kind of bubbly and unconcealed excitement and happiness, so absurdly precious — he can’t help but fall for you once more.

you kiss him again, lost within the strawberry blooming by his tattoo you dote so much. the taste of his mint-chocochip mingles with your butterscotch, and you chuckle. he chuckles too.

you both can taste it. the cool peppery butterscotch on your tongues.

he likes it better mixed. like you and him. mended together. one together.

he licks his ice-cream, and you just stare at each others eyes, the crisp of winter lingering beneath your tongues, the flickering street lamps shadowing what it can.

then, you bite your ice-cream with mischief hugging your grin.

impish horror flashes choso’s eyes.

he grimaces.

“that has to be borderline psychotic.” he licks and uses his lips to bite the ice cream.

you laugh, and he loves the way your chest quakes and reverberates within his.

“you’re just weak.” you kiss him again, taste the winter flurrying against his lips. you shiver onto his lips, and he nuzzles you deeper within his chest.

you both enjoy the moment, dimly lit under the moon as the clouds move by, and when you��re finished with the dessert, you’re sitting back inside the car. choso’s revving the engine, and you’re watching him with a dreamy gaze.

wondering how you’d gotten so lucky?

you don’t remember the first time you saw him. you thought he was like a cat, you called him a cat, and he was combing his hair back in the parking of your college. you didn’t fall for him at first sight though.

you barely remember when you fell for him.

he was a curiosity you wanted to pet at first, knowing at the back of your head that unraveling that curiosity would sink his presence beneath your ribs and settle its home right beside your heart.

but he only settled his home within your heart.

“you’re so beautiful,” you don’t acknowledge you’re speaking your thoughts.

he doesn’t mind it. you don’t either.

instead, he smiles and turns the music on, hand giving your thighs a squeeze.

“yeah?” he asks with that small voice that rouses your melting heart to collapse into a puddle.

“very.” you reply. “i love you.”

i love you too. he wants to say. so utterly, madly, so desperately that you’ve become the lighthouse of my thoughts, i barely want to enjoy anything without your smiles and teasing marks. he could add.

he doesn’t.

he smiles wider.

you lean back within your seat adopting his smile, but the biting worry still claws at the back of your throat like a prickly knife stuck between your ribs. worry of what had been keeping you up tonight. how long will you be stealing your boyfriend’s sleep like this?

so you sigh.

if choso notices it, he doesn’t speak on it.

he decides to accelerate his car, just a notch that would bubble up fuzzy excitement within your guts and would pull a smile on your lips.

“told ya’ the roads would be empty.” he grins, and grins wider when he sees your toothy one.

then he accelerates more, and you’re sinking into your seat from the pressure. it doesn’t deny the laughter fizzing at the back of your throat, and choso laughs among yours, feeling the engine of his car roar.

like an interlude of choirs singing amongst your breaths, and your hand latched against his bicep despite the big, giddy smile on your face.

you trust choso with your life, but the delirium that came with speeding so fast on this lone road had you pressing your fingers deeper into his skin, that if you were to let go, you’d be washed away.

“heyy, open y’eyes, you’re missing out!” he shouts over the roaring engine with a breathy laugh that creases his eyes. you slowly pry your eyes open, and had that sight not stolen your breaths, you would tell him how beautiful it is.

the stars are kissing, all blurry as choso slows down. they draw clearer, and finally, at the edge of road, they picture against your gaze, twinkling over the gleam thats spry within your eyes.

choso huffs an exhale, his hair falling against his shoulders.

“come,” he says, exiting the car and opening the door for you. he doesn’t give you the chance to help yourself as he picks you up in his arms. you use your feet to remove your socks, barefeet within his arms. he doesn’t forget to take the big cozy shawl you forgot in his car.

the fleeting blue luminates against the underside of choso’s face. the fleeting blue from the ocean that’s lighting in sparks and glittery blue from the bioluminescence.

the vast sky sways to the breeze along with the palm trees, the cool wind nipping at your skin. you digress, mind completely delved unto the admiration of what was in front of you. and if you were lying, even a little, you’d say this wasn’t the most enthralling sight you’ve ever seen.

everything smelled of saltwater and winter, eyes lighting with hues of blue at the mercy of the sea.

choso places you down to your feet, the wet sand instantly kissing your feet that makes you cringe. but you digress that too, when you see how your footprints leave marks when you’re walking against it, glittery, your mouth pried slightly apart awaiting words you can’t speak yet.

“choso…” you coax, in a tone meant to say his name, breath flurrying within the air in vapor. you can taste the salt hanging within the air. wonder if his lips would adopt the taste too.

for a while, choso smiles, hugging you from behind and kissing the top of your head.

“like it?” he asks, his hands within the pocket of your hoodie as you walk towards the lucent water.

“i’ve never seen anything like this…” you’re whispering, too amused by the water under the black silk draped over the sky. “it’s beautiful.”

“more than me?”

“yes.” you elbow him lightly with an impish tease draping your tone.

you feel him shiver above your head, and you think if he’s cozy enough.

you pull him closer anyways, stopping by where the starry sea bruises the shore. he shivers foot to foot. you tuck his hands deeper within yourself, feel his teeth cease to clatter, when you’re turning around and embracing your arms around his awfully muscled limbs.

“you’re an idiot,” you scold when you feel his shivers dissolve beneath your embrace.

“why?” he asks, sitting by the wet sand, still within your arms as you’re placed on his lap.

he has a smile on his lips. a grin under his teeth, a hand rubbing against your back and other fiddling with the countless white specks of seashells within the sand.

the tip of his nose is scarlet, a compliment to his tattoo drawing about his nose. you like to kiss it. so you kiss it. once. maybe twice. or thrice. you never count.

you play with the countless blues shimmering beneath your fingers when you touch the sand, pressing your cheek against the middle of his chest, eyes meeting the blue of the ocean across your shoulder, then looking up at his gaze, one thats trained about the expanding ocean where the sparkles of blue dissolve to dark water. “because—”

but his lips are ceasing your words. he kisses you. kisses more. kisser even deeper. and he has to think if he’s even been so lost in a kiss before. he pulls you closer, closer than he’s ever let anyone, till theres just no distance left amongst you. your hands draw up, cupping his face and he physically feels the ocean wash him away, heart an erratic thing missing the beats somewhere within the salty taste of your lips and the crisp of the air.

and when he pulls back, a little breathless than before, he chuckles.

“idiot in love with you.” his fingers dance about your hair as he drapes his shawl over you two.

he wants to tell you how he’s visited this beach before. how he’s seen all of this already. what he also wants to tell you is that visiting then was never the same as now. he couldn’t find the beauty of it as mesmerizing as he does now, couldn’t put a finger on that spark that illuminated the sea like he can now.

you lay your head over his collar, kissing the bone endlessly till your eyes are quietly lulled by the washing waves of the ocean, sleepy. you quietly admire the beauty of the sea a little more, for a while more, till your head is lulling within him and you’re submitting to slumber completely.

he gazes at the endless sea till he cannot think anymore, hands rubbing over your limbs in an endearing caress.

and when his eyes are finally looking down, he’s met with a sleeping you.

softly breathing against his chest, the quiet rise and fall beneath your ribs in sync with his.

he has to bite back that overly impish grin, steal himself to not kiss your sleeping face. he finds himself carrying you back to his car, laying you in the seat with the shawl draped about you.

and just when he’s about to close the door, sit by the drivers seat and take you back home, he leans and pecks your lips.

you smile.

“i love you.”

(reblog + like)

#📝 — lali writes #i literally loved writing this sm #when is it my turn to be happy #why do i feel like im posting this incomplete save me #Spotify #anime #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #choso kamo #jjk choso #jjk #choso #choso x reader #choso x poc reader #choso x you #choso x female reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x y/n #late night rides #he’s a driva #ngh #hnghhhh

[shepscapades]

I have two minds to answer this, because part of me is going 'WE GOT EM!!! WE GOT EM!!' While the other part of me is like 'oh god how do I tell them. Who’s going to tell them.' The easiest way I can explain: Tom, Ben, and Harry are not in a minecraft series together, and the lore that I have for them is not based in any actual series. HOWEVER. DON’T LET THE TRAGIC TRUTH MAKE YOU CLICK AWAY /silly so I can explain properly LMAO

Here’s a TLDR for anyone who likes these guys and is a lil interested in them!!

Most of the lore for these three is based on an amalgamation of inside jokes, non-minecraft character trends, and general yogs minecraft world lore!

Tom was an editor (now has a YouTube channel, AngoryTom) and did behind-the-scenes minecraft prep for the Yogscast for so long that he was never really interested in any actual "main channel" series besides [Dig Site - 10 episodes] with Simon, Lewis, and Ben, and [Skyblock - 2 episodes] with Ben! Although he’s also played several npcs throughout various main channel series since he was helping run the show lol. My take on his character is that he’s a former yoglabs employee due to [YOGLABS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION] and now lives his laziest life ever in an undisclosed remote location. He’s also the demigod of death but he’ll never tell

Ben started doing main series mc content a few years ago, but hasn’t done anything mc with Tom and Harry until recently (see below)! His character is a Shark Hybrid due to [YOGLABS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION] who now lives with Tom at the same undisclosed remote location.

Harry has been an insane speedrunning minecraft legend for ages, but was never in any main series content bc he’s actually a graphic designer for the yogs. But he was part of Iskall’s twitch vault hunter event back in November, and he’s now in the [Vault Hunter Series - Ongoing] with Ben and Duncan on YouTube! <3 so there’s plenty of mc content of Harry and Ben, but not so much Tom. c!Harry has lived remote for as long as he can remember, locked in Hardcore, until…?

But again, I base their backstories on a bunch of kinda loosely connected lore dots that are half based on jokes <3

Below the read more includes: links to clips, compilations, and very brief lore explanations (though you can check my other lore drawings in Tom’s tag (#Angory Tom), Ben’s tag (#bedgar), Harry’s tag (#brryhrry) or posts that have any of them, which should be under the (#the outcast trio) tag)!

BEN AND TOM

I’ve been in love with Ben and Tom as a duo forever, since the TTT (modded Trouble in Terrorist Town) days, where Ben’s player model was Left Shark, and Tom’s model was Emperor Palpatine (yes from Star Wars. I can’t stand them). But Ben and Tom have been yogs editors and Behind The Scenes guys forever, so it wasn’t until more recently that they became known personalities in the main yogscast circle (4-5 years is pretty recent in the 10+ years of yogs content timeline LMAO).

Through Warhammer streams and behind the scenes stuff, I kinda fell in love with their chemistry and idiocy, and they worked so well with the “main cast” that I just had to put them in the yogs minecraft universe, somewhere. Turns out, Tom had actually done a majority of the "behind the scenes" work for the Yoglabs series (he built a majority of the main building, did mod research and testing, was present during recordings to make sure things went well, stuff like that) so it only made sense to have his character be the Right Hand Man/ Behind The Scenes Assistant to Xephos (Lewis), the Morally Questionable Head of Yoglabs.

For anyone who’s unfamiliar with Yoglabs, it’s one of the yogs’ more famous series featuring Simon (Honeydew) and Lewis (Xephos) where they tested mods! more info can be found here!

c!Tom also ended up as a Lumian (the fanon alien space species for the yogs fandom, vaguely inspired by Star Trek Vulcans) because of a one-off joke where one of the Yogs artists drew him as a star trek commander, and I really didn’t need any further reason to make him a weird little guy LDKFJG

As far as the “demigod of death” thing goes, it felt right to give him a lore thing that vaguely coordinated with the whole “Emporer Palpatine” vibe, since that’s kinda the mc skin he’s used most recently. There’s another reason there that I don’t think I’ve properly explained, so I’ll leave the rest of that be for now ;]

Ben, on the other hand, plays a shark character in pretty much every video game he ever participates in, so shark hybrid was a pretty obvious way to go. And of course, since the duo had to be in the same place… involving Ben’s shark Hybrid-ness with yoglabs experimentation made good sense and good angst. What can I say :]

Here are the bigger lore posts I’ve made so far (in the order i posted them i believe!), explaining in a little more detail plus art to go with! :] [x] [x] [x]

HARRY

Harry is kinda known as the yogscast’s token memelord? But in the ironic way. He somehow makes it genuinely hilarious idk man. His humor is very dry, witty, and sarcastic, but he’s a sweetheart and kind of a god at minecraft. I’ve been arguing since day one that this man should be in mcc but we won’t go there

There aren't many solo harry compilations, so here's a link to a Harry and Ben compilation hehe

Regarding his minecraft lore, pretty much all of it is based around the idea that he’s a god at speedrunning and hardcore Minecraft. A common consensus in yogscast minecraft lore is that respawning is actually a Yoglabs-based mechanic tied to clones and clone making. I thought it would be interesting if Harry could be tied to a hardcore element in the yogs lore purely by having Somehow slid under yoglabs’ radar. And since he was never in any main channel (aka modded) series, i usually associate him with Vanilla mechanics, and since i also view mods as a Yoglabs-related lore element, it made sense! So basically— no clones, no respawns, no mods!

except that he’s in a main channel series now. So I’ll need to find a new lore reason around that DTBJDFGHK

And his design, well… this man’s skin is straight up Mr Mime, and there’s only so much I can do with that /silly But he’s a HUGE Pokémon fan! He’s played a couple of Disaster Nuzlockes with Lydia from the yogs a year or so ago, if that’s something you’re interested in! Was a huge comfort series for me for the longest time and rly good background noise, theyre soooo good at Pokémon I promise <3

Harry does more twitch stuff (hrry on twitch) than youtube stuff, so twitch is the best place to check him out if you're interested in his solo content!

Last thing I'll say about him is that he designed and ran an original minecraft minigame called "Capture the Wool" and he and Martyn are the hosts for a few episodes i think! i dont think there's any way to explain how entertaining it is to listen to him announce the chaos of yogs members trying to play competitive minecraft LOL

Um, so. TLDR…2, These guys are basically my ocs and now I get Actual minecraft content from them which is crazy. I love them as content creators and cool guys so so much though, so! Definitely recommend listening to these idiots (affectionate) babble and ramble to each other, mc or not <3

#yogscast #bedgar #angory tom #BrryHrry #hrry #ben #tom #the outcast trio #art escapades #sorry that's so long but my love for them is showing hehe #i haven't completed decided if i want the “the outcast trio” tag to be for posts with ANY of them or just ALL of them so -- #if you have a preference feel free to lmk <3 #also feel free to lmk if you check them out :3 they are everything to the me!

[ohimsummer]

nasty (ft. connie)

18+, minors dni

—  suggestive, alcohol, virgin! + fem! reader, college! au, slight corruption kink

a/n: scrap LMAO postin it rn instead of letting it rot in my drafts for two months

The day you meet Connie, you become friends straight away. Your pretty face adorned with plump, glossy lips curled into the cutest grin caught his eye, and he instantly knew he had to have you.

The week after you meet Connie, he’s introducing you to his group of friends. They’re a friendly bunch, welcoming you with open arms into their inner circle. You notice the way Sasha elbows Connie in the ribs as her eyes flicker back and forth between you and him, but you chalk it up to just her being silly.

A month after you meet Connie, he’s leading you outside of the club you and your friends frequent after asking if you’d like to accompany him. It’s not long before his hands find their way to your hips and he’s pressing you against his car. You’ve never kissed anyone before, so you’re hesitant.

He grins at you, forehead resting against your own. ”I get to be your first kiss,  then?”

You poke out your lips in a pout, answering with, “Who said you’re gonna be my first?”

“Do you want me to be?”

Connie can tell from the way your gaze darts between his lips and back to his eyes what your answer will be. You let out a meek “I’ve never done this before.”

He presses himself closer to you, mumbling promises and reassurance that he’ll take care of you. A few short, light kisses land on your lips, testing the waters but, before long, his tongue slips into your mouth to wrestle with your own. He gently kneads the hints of your exposed waist, hands tracing the curve of your back, but always finding their way back to your hips. Connie’s scent, and the way he’s got you pinned to his car, has your head swaying. The intimacy of the action is sending a heavy throb straight to your core, and you can’t help but let out little whimpers and moans as his hands caress your sides; his nimble fingers toy with the hem of your skirt, tips of his digits slipping underneath before he pulls them away. 

Connie’s lips leave yours all too soon, and your eyes flutter open to meet his, a sea of hazel. He smirks at your blissful expression, your lips parted, hands clinging to his shoulders for dear life as you struggle to keep your balance.

“Shit.”, his raspy voice whispers. “You good? Didn’t know I’d have this kind of effect on you. Bet you’re soaking your little panties.”

“Shut up.”, you manage to whine at him. He’s right, though. Even without pressing your thighs together, you can feel the dampness in your underwear just from the kiss he gave you. ”You’re so nasty.”

He teases you a little more as his hands lower to fumble with the bottom of your skirt. ”Am I wrong? Do we need to check, doll?”

Connie’s eyes bore holes into you. There’s a mischievous glint in them; conniving and just daring you to give him permission to tear that skirt off of you and corrupt you with his tongue. But you don’t give in, at least not yet, and leave him trailing after you, his eyes following the sway of your skirt as you lead him back into the building.

It’s not long afterwards, a few weeks at most, that Connie has you trapped in his arms again. It was effortless to get you alone in his bedroom, your friends too tipsy ,and distracted with whatever party game Sasha had suggested, to notice you two slipping away.

Connie’s hand is placed on the back of your neck, keeping you close to him as he leaves mark after mark on your neck, showering your skin with dark spots and teeth marks as he claims you as his own. Your head is tossed back against the wall, one hand running through his buzzed hair and the other with a shaky grip on his shoulder. You can’t help but grind against his leg positioned between your thighs; stomach coiling and breathes coming out in stuttered gasps, you look for relief to ease the throbbing ache in your panties.

A light tug at his hair draws Connie’s attention, and he breaks away from you long enough to capture your eyes. He can feel your heaving pants on his skin and he presses one more kiss against your lips before slithering his warm hands up your shirt. Your skin tingles underneath Connie’s touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He cups your breasts over your bra, fingers tracing the outline of the undergarment, before he snakes a hand behind you and unclasps it in one swift motion. It sags down your shoulders, and Connie pulls it off and tosses it out of sight. 

A slew of pathetic whimpers tumble from your lips when Connie begins a new assault on your chest. Nips, licks, kisses, and harsh sucks anywhere his mouth can reach, as well as pinches and rolls of your hardened nipples. He stops his feverish motions for a second, just to pick you up and place your trembling body on his bed, before continuing his previous actions. Shaky legs wrap around his waist as Connie feels you up with his tongue and teeth, marking every inch of your body; he wants you to look at the marks the next day and know you’re his now.

#connie x reader smut #connie x reader #connie springer #connie springer smut #aot x reader #aot smut #connie springer x reader #Connie springer x reader smut #Connie smut

[luzswonderland]

Thoughts on “Watching and Dreaming” Part 2

I cannot stress how much I value Eda and Raine’s relationship ❤️

Raine whistling Eda’s Requiem while they were trapped was so sweet🥹

I’m happy that Raine was able to join in on the final battle. It really does show that Raine is officially apart of the Clawthorne unit😊

“NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!” 📢

The callback to Azura’s quote in the first episode really did it for me. I teared up🥹

“Don’t you want to make peace, Luz?”

Oh please, what a loser lmao 🙄

I love how Luz just stands there in silence and let’s nature take it’s course. She realizes that this is not her fight anymore

Sweet justice is served 🙌🏾👏🏾 😊😭

“Well, we ain’t!”

“That was extremely satisfying.”

You could say that again lol

And it’s finally over 😌

The Hunter, Darius and Eberwolf moment ❤️

I’m glad the other coven heads were put in their place lol. Was kind of worried about that before the finale.

Lol at the one coven head trying to touch the throne anyway tho

This is bliss 😌🥰

I was waiting for this moment for so long OMG! 😭🤗😩

I’m glad the Collector found their way 🥹

I’m going to miss Luz doing magic through drawing glyphs. It made her unique in the Boiling Isles. At least she has Stringbean now to help her do magic though

I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the epilogue at the end. They could have just ended the series with Luz overlooking the Boiling Isles, but they gave us more😭

Luz enrolling in a magic university 👏🏾

Look! All the adventures we did and didn’t get to see

I’m really curious about the Hooty one with Luz and Amity lmao

“Luz, you saw them last week.” 😐

Loved that she maintained the balance of her life on Earth and the Boiling Isles

Things I loved in the montage ❤️:

The Nocedas buying the abandoned sack

Hunter making Palsimen

This Moment 😊

Flapjack’s gravestone🥹

Lilith’s haircut

Amity’s entire new character design

Success in eliminating coven branding

Gus’ hairstyle 👏🏾

THIS MOMENT!!!

From former criminal of the Isles to headmaster of an educational institution. You love to see it😄

The chaos that Luz, King and Eda will cause now lol

Also, Vee’s family was saved 🙌🏾

King’s necklace too❤️🥹

Luz spending her past four birthdays rebuilding the Isles demonstrates so much about her character. She never slowed down in the past four years.

The attempt at the Quinceanera was sweet? 

Gotta appreciate the effort at least😅

King doing glyph magic opens up a new range of possibilities

Potentially for a spin-off?!!

The four year time skip is such a breath of fresh air😤

The world building for this show is so good!

My favorite shot in the episode 🥹

I love how the series ends with Luz thanking Eda and King for being there for her when things were confusing in her life. She found them at a time where she needed the most support and I love that for her. Not a lot of shows come full circle like this.

Love the collective “BYYYEEE!!!” at the end 😄🥹

It has been a pleasure doing these “Thoughts” on episodes over the past few years, I hope to one day I get a chance to do these again for The Owl House 😊🤗 BYYYYEEEE!!!!👋🏾👋🏾

#the owl house #owl house #toh #owl house finale #watching and dreaming #edalyn clawthorne #luz noceda #toh king #amity blight #toh watching and dreaming #toh collector #willow park #gus porter #toh hunter #toh hooty #lilith clawthorne #raine whispers #toh titan #owl house spoilers #owl house commentary #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #this one was in the drafts for a while lol 😅

[medtech-mara]

Quick WIPS gab sesh.

Currently working on revamping characters. Hopefully settling on their overall looks.

2077

Mara- will be getting some cyberware added, though only minor. Minus a couple things I’m overall happy with her design.

V3AH- she is also getting new cyberware. We LOVED the chrome cyberarms, but we didn’t love the clipping. So she’s getting something else in the mean time.

Emma Adams - Considering a whole rebuild for her! I’m just not sure what yet.

Writing

I’ve actually started on something, I’m not happy with it, I think I wanna go back to the drawing board. Starting the story is always the hardest, I know the story I wanna tell, but I just can’t for the life of me figure out how to start the damn thing.

Modding

I’m actually about to start making some custom radios. I’m thinking first should be a KPop one, I know not many in this circle care for KPop, but I’ma freak for it, so keep an eye out for my mega link if you are interested. DM for requests.

Personal

I’m actually about to move at the beginning of April, I’m finally going to ✨Chicago ✨. So won’t be insanely active, as if anyone would miss me. Lmao. Anyway. That’s all.

Also I’ve been studying Spanish for 25 weeks and I think that’s neat.

#wips #not tagging anyone #because idk who to tag #I’ve not been tagged in them in ages

[pavlien]

How the fresh hell did u get so good at drawing the gang?

Sincerely, someone who can’t draw the gang

personally i found that redrawing screenshots helped me alot :0 i focused on p1's style the most

also for tips when sketching: id say to draw the base for lupin and fujiko's heads as circles, jigen and zenigata's as squares and goemon's as a circle but a lil longer if that makes sense??????????

like uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh heres some unfinished WIP sketches for example

jigen's square ass head

and lupin's normal circle head

overall i have no idea what the hell im doing bc ive only been drawing humans frequently for like. 3-4 years now KJHJGHF meanwhile ive been a furry artist my whole life so i dunno if im the best person to ask lmao

#redrawing p1 jigen screenshots really helped me figure out his dumb head

[ziggbunz]

Theres been a lot of stuff going on in my personal life that I haven’t really opened up about because I felt bad about it, I’m not really sure why in hindsight but it’s finally over now so I can share

(Prepare for the yap session of a century)

Back in November, my boyfriend’s dad’s partner (who I’ll refer to as B) offered me a job to be her personal assistant and carer, she deals with MS alongside some other chronic illnesses and wanted me to take the job because she knows and trusts me.

I thought this was a fantastic oppurtunity because at the time, I had just left a job that was negatively impacting my mental health (customer service on the phone, I’ll leave it at that) and also to do such a rewarding job with someone I care so much about made me happy.

We both figured the process would be over and done with quickly seeing as in the UK, the need for carers and PAs is sky high and holy fuck, how wrong we were.

Immediately the beginning process had red flags, I would call people in the service who would direct me to other people who would direct me to different people and it was like I was running in circles, and I felt guilty having to ask for B’s help because she’s already chronically ill, she needs me to help her but were in this situation of I can’t help her if she can’t help me and it was just a mess.

Around this time I had moved in with my boyfriend so we could get this stuff sorted out easier and faster, I had to move from the North of the UK to the South where my boyfriend, his dad and B lives.

We had all figured this would have been sorted in two weeks, again, how fucking wrong we were!

For a service that says they need people to become carers, they sure make it basically impossible to do! This is a job that doesn’t actually require formal training or certification in my country, it’s recommended but definitely not required unless working with specific clientele (I took it upon myself to train though as it’s the right thing to do, I don’t have experience with MS and also B has had random symptoms and illnesses sprung up on her as well, she goes blind out of nowhere sometimes and has even had a seizure once)

These two weeks turned into three months and in these three months, I’ve been in a mad panic with my boyfriend to be able to pay our bills such as my car insurance, phone contract, food, necessities

On top of this I got fined up to my eyeballs because the parking situation in the city I currently live in is quite frankly bullshit, like I get it but at the same time I really don’t lmao, I racked up £200+ worth of fines because the council wouldn’t give me a permit I paid for even after providing all of the necessary documents

I did try and find a job in a meantime but nobody wanted to hire me, I was on this shit almost every day for two and a half months and I wasn’t even given a rejection email or phone call, just ignored

I tried to advertise my commissions and I did get some but not nearly enough to cover everything I needed paying, I have friends who were also in financial difficulty open commissions who I also badly wanted to support but literally couldn’t and I felt awful

This whole time I just spent all my time drawing and writing, I had nothing else I could do, I did it because I wanted to and love sharing my art and still do! but I also did it in hopes it would garner some recognition and help me get some commissions - in no way did I want to shove this down people’s throats though and I didn’t want to provide a sob story for a situation I technically got myself into, it wasn’t entirely my fault but I should have been more prepared and less naive

I didn’t want to tell my parents, I didn’t want to admit defeat, I wanted my parents to be proud of me and to not have to worry about their adult kid.

I’m 24, man, I felt so embarrassed about still needing my parents support and in no way do I give people shit for that, I just personally felt ashamed about it considering I had told them I had finally gotten a job that could support me and none of it had actually gone through yet

They ended up finding out because I fine I got that I didn’t know about got sent to their house and I hadn’t paid it so I was being threatened with going to court, I eventually broke down and admitted everything

An hour long conversation on the phone with my mam in tears, I thought she was going to be so angry at me and to my surprise, she wasn’t

We talked it out and we have a plan, I’m going to be going back home for a bit while we sort this all out, I’m so relieved I don’t have to be living a lie to them anymore and my financial situation is no longer in run around, shit yourself and panic mode

The weight that has been lifted feels insane right now

#rigby rambles #delete later maybe

[vacantgodling]

alright time to once again kick a hornet’s nest, this time trope edition:

tl;dr this take is wrong lmao (imo)

let’s do my usual shtick and add a definition:

basically i just dislike the assertion that “enemies” always has to be someone you are actively stabbing. that it has to be a constant action packed physical altercation. i also dislike the assertion that enemies to lovers can’t be one sided on one character’s end because that’s like …. literally the entire plot of p&p — a lot of the emotions lizzie was experiencing and the hatred she had towards darcy for 1. meddling in her sister’s relationship 2. betraying wickham and 3. being condescending towards her 4. she just deadass states outright that she hates the man so…. that qualifies in my mind as enemies to lovers—on the side of lizzie. darcy not seeing it that way doesn’t make it Not enemies to lovers. but let me explain further:

(to me) enemies to lovers is when one or more characters in a proposed relationship follow more closely the actual definition of what an enemy is: people who are opposed or hostile to one another. the confines of their situation and universe will actually dictate how they are able to showcase their emotions or act out on their hatred but even the act of feeling it and feeling like enemies is fair game in calling something enemies to lovers.

in the case of lizzie and darcy: lizzie cannot be rude to darcy outright because he is of a higher social class than her and it would be unbecoming and bring shame to her family if she were to act out. so she opts for more subtle ways to show her displeasure, ie (and btw these are mostly taken from the 2005 movie cuz it was my special interest for years and i have the most on hand brain knowledge of it): the dig at the first ball where she overheard him saying poetry was shit and her interfering just to say she disagrees to undercut his prideful stance. the way that, when she was staying at merryton, she stopped reading when darcy acknowledged it as a good thing, she actively went out of her way to politely, but still pointedly disagree with near everything he said, etc. TO LIZZIE he is her enemy and adversary and the cause of the unhappiness in her life and she wants nothing to do with him. clearly, that’s not how darcy feels, but if we focus on lizzie, her storyline is an enemies to lovers. darcy was her enemy and she grew to love him.

he wasn’t “just” an annoyance to her like he legitimately fucked up parts of her life that were important to her—like jane’s feelings, or the injustice to wickham and the cruel view he had of her family.

also as an aside, you clearly don’t understand p&p if you think darcy for any moment disliked lizzie. like he literally didn’t and that is Also apart of his storyline but i digress.

circling back around the the physical altercation thing: not every character is going to want to put their hands on someone (for a variety of reasons, whatever those may be; be it character morals/values, the plot or story restraints — such as p&p it’s unbecoming for lizzie to put her hands on darcy even though i’m sure she wanted to strangle him after she found out about how he separated bingley and jane) and, more importantly even: not every character who puts their hands on each other are enemies.

let’s use a very generic example: (to me) two characters who are on opposite sides of a war aren’t always enemies. their factions may be enemies, and they may have to fight each other for their loyalty to said factions, but they themselves might not actually hate each other specifically. and i think what hinges on making a Good enemies to lovers dynamic is the actual personal dislike, distaste, and hatred the characters have for EACH OTHER.

final point i will make is tbh where do you draw the line in the sand from just disliking someone to actual enemies? if your only metric for deciding someone is an enemy of someone else is their propensity for physical violence then you’re missing out on a whole plethora of delicious ways that characters can hate each other and display it despite the confines of their situation. if all your thought process is is just yeah they aren’t killing each other so clearly they aren’t enemies then like idk! you’re just missing out! having reasons why these characters can’t fight each other or even Won’t fight each other is what makes an enemies to lovers dynamic so interesting, fascinating, and fun to play with. is it fun when characters beat the shit out of each other? absolutely. but is it also fun to see two people who clearly don’t like Anything about each other be forced to play civil? absolutely!!

tl;dr: tropes are tools not bibles let people have fun and if you don’t see more of what you want in the world then maybe make it yourself

#was there a reason to make this post? not really #just got annoyed seeing it #idk how much sense this post makes either but we move #ren hot cakes

[reitziluz]

Questions About Creating Your OCs, going with 1, 3, 14 and 19 for Kimon!

:D oooh thank you this was so fun! and also got so damn long lmao

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

this is so HARD because kimon is actually a compound of two old rp characters of mine. my very first rp character, siegfried, was an aggressively ordinary and well-adjusted farm boy who is doing the journeyman portion of his apprenticeship to become a carpenter. kimon’s appearance is directly derived from him, and in a way he’s an older siegfried that went through darker shit. as in, they share a certain shounen protagonist vibe. kimon’s namesake is another, later rp character, who himself was a spiritual successor to siegfried! the idea of a field/combat healer who is desperately trying to get away from the circle of violence comes from this proto-kimon.

as you can see, i tend to come up with characters concept first. for kimon too, my first thought was "hey, it would be cool to really fuck around with the idea that a necromancer is just a very late healer. maybe have a healer character who accidentally turns himself undead/into a lich.” then immediately after, if not simultaneously, i smashed old characters together to create a base to add to, haha!

3. How did you choose their name?

so i did not want to reuse the name siegfried, because it’s long and would be shortened to either sieg or fried and i don’t like either of them, and i’m pretty sure i chose it just because learning that nightmare from soulcalibur was actually siegfried was hilarious to me at the time. (i was around 15, it was like… 2007 or 2008?) kimon was the more recent oc that was a closer relative to current kimon, so i went with kimon for him too. i don’t… like the old kimon much, outside of the field healer aspect. it was kind of a rough spot in my rp career. i’m p sure the name came from a random generator, or from some baby name site? i just vibed with it. though… for a while i was worried people would think i just yoinked the final o from kimono. I think there were joking drawings of him in a kimono because of it? anyway. the name also fits the naming language i fucked around with for a while, so that’s why it stuck.

(and yeah it’s pronounced ki-mo-n, stress on the first syllable, because it stems from the time when i was writing exclusively in finnish. idk how else people might be inclined to pronounce it tho? let me know if you read it in a different way!)

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

he has literally died and reanimated himself to keep going. to keep protecting and healing those important to him. he will say it’s because he had no other choice due to the circumstances, and yet he keeps destroying himself instead of leaning on others.

under the cool and controlled exterior, this is a short guy who has had to get incredibly tough very young and has since been marathoning Challenges. there’s an Attitude to him. on the anime vs mmo healer spectrum. he’s wayyyyy in the ”get up, you die when i say so” corner. small dog energy, but not the impotent rage type, but the type where you’re scared for your life.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

noooooo i can’t choose! uh, outside of stuff that’s also just some of my favorite story moments/concepts… i’m just really fond of the fact that when he’s using magic, the stronger it is, the more his eyes glow and the more they go from blue to white.

#igotasked #the Need to draw proper ref images of the crew keeps growing #i'm having entirely too much fun

[freeuselandonorris]

7, 14, 26, 64 for the fic writer asks 😘

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

sometimes it just comes to me naturally, like i just have an idea for a fic and the idea is already from a certain perspective? but occasionally it’s a bit trickier and sometimes i will actually start writing from one POV and then end up rewriting it a couple of hundred words in (i did this with just found me a brand new box of matches after realising it felt more natural to write it from lando POV).

sometimes if i can’t decide the POV, it’s helpful for me to think about what i am trying to achieve in terms of character study, and whether i want that to be an exterior or interior experience. so for instance, i wrote all the blood runs hot before it’s cold from christian’s POV because i wanted to explore christian’s delulu personality (which required interiority (loool this autocorrected as inferiority)) and the way toto’s actions don’t always match his words (which can be done from an exterior perspective).

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

i definitely do feel what the characters feel! i get character bleed quite easily when i’m writing and can knock myself into an awful mood because i’ve been writing a difficult scene.

i think a lot about emotional scenes and often rewrite them a lot to better fit the characters. i consider how i feel this person would react in real life based on available evidence (heavily caveated that obviously this is all made up and i have no real clue!) so for instance i write toto as tending towards anger and emotional rigidity, oscar towards rationalising and compartmentalising, mitch as sensitive but fairly even-keeled, and lando and jev much more emotionally honest but prone to volatility.

i draw from personal experience a fair bit. not really for the actual situations or relationship issues, but certainly i’ve referred back to events in my own life for establishing an emotional tone (and also for a lot of the sex stuff lmao).

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

ooh i dunno! i don’t really think many of my fics are a wild ride plot-wise — they tend to either be largely plotless unhinged porn, or fairly gentle slowburn friends to lovers stuff. i would say maybe born and raised for the job, or all the blood runs hot before it’s cold? definitely something featuring toto anyway lmao.

i think born and raised for the job is probably the wildest in terms of the kink content and particularly the psychological underpinnings of it (shades of daddy kink with all that implies given that it’s from mick schumacher’s POV) even though plot-wise it is…sparse.

64. Something you love to see in smut.

GROSSNESS. especially in kinky fic but generally in smut. now, part of this is because i have a pretty heavy kink for body fluids and wet&messy stuff irl. but part of it is because sex IS messy and gross, and so are bodies. sanitised depictions of sex, whether that’s in mainstream media (films, TV, whatever) or in fic, can have their place i guess — like, it’s fantasy and it’s nice to just imagine sex where everything is in soft focus and everyone has simultaneous orgasms sometimes, i get it! — but unless it’s done well, it just turns me off. i’m also not sure it does anything good for the mindset of younger people reading it who might not have much experience of “real life” sex (it certainly fucked me up for a good while and idk if that’s a conversation we ought to have more often in fandom and fic circles, speaking as, god help me, probably a fandom elder at this point), but that’s a whole other conversation.

ANYWAY, to get back to the point, i like smut that is filthy and messy and fumbling, sweaty and uncomfortable and sometimes it takes forever to come and sometimes you get a cramp and and it doesn’t matter! that’s what makes it hot! my landoscar fic playboy in the grotto is my favourite example of that: weird badly negotiated weird piss kink that takes place in a bathtub, covered in various bodily fluids, and nobody is quite sure why it’s hot but it IS.

thank youuuu 😘

get to know your fic writer!

#ask meme #fic meta

[bestworstcase]

clearly the wonderland stuff has hit critical mass because it’s 6 AM and i’m lying here wide awake trying to line up thoughts in order of which ones i want to write out most except i keep bumping into more SO LIKE. send help i am losing my grip

- kernel of a thought i’ve been gnawing on for a while now that there’s a pattern to the wonderland allusion that i can’t quite put my finger on yet. but it’s like—there’s a sort of temporal wobbliness to what and when that feels like it might be something but also just continual swirling it all around D4, D6 and D7, looping in the aaiw stuff and the red queen by constructing new associations (the queen of hearts was the red king, the duchess’s baby becomes the jabberwalker, the cat leads to hatter leads to hatta, the caterpillar lives in the forest where ruby loses her ‘name’, the beach is the garden is the pool of tears is the island for hunting the snark (<- are the mice the bellman’s crew lol. what are they hunting) and like the connecting thread here is mirrored pairs, the tweedles and hatter/hatta and the immanent reflection of the self in mirror-written jabberwocky, with the cat emerging as both the cheshire cat and humpty dumpty to the jabberwalker’s poetry (<- which draws another circle around neo and the jabberwalker in that the cat belongs to the duchess and the duchess is fanatically concerned with meaning in a way that sits kitty-corner to humpty dumpty’s determination not to let denotative meaning get in his way) and then there’s this undergirding idea of ascension and like—never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them otherwise. the you you wanted to be when you were still you. it’s a matter of perspective, i’m afraid. & they want to get to the tree but can’t but the intertextual layer of the narrative has them oscillating back and forth between primarily D6 and D7; they are so close to winning the game but they can’t see the forest for the tree—and the tree functions like looking glass gardens and perhaps more saliently like the red queen, in that alice wants to meet the red queen but cannot find her until she turns about-face and walks away. (“her tree” huh.) (the blacksmith is the tree is the queen; all the ways about here belong to her and, of course, a cat can look at a king. or a queen.)

- the speaker, the subject, the jabberwock; the knight, jaune, the jabberwalker? (<- also occurring to me suddenly that the reason the only critters from the first stanza not present in the marketplace are the raths is, the duchess’s baby turns into a pig—and a rath is a sort of green pig—and neo is both lost and driven by wrath—and her constructs have recently gained the ability to outgribe.)

- in light of the jabberwalker being the story’s [unwritten, unfinished] ending i am feeling SOME TYPE OF WAY about specifically houston!worst day of my life bc like. man. “once upon a time/i knew who i was/some of it was true.” “i feel as if i’m caught between/what i say and what i mean” “could there be someone else to blame/for why it always feels the same/inside this woman i became” MAN.

- actually yeah no no more equivocating someone on the writing team saw this musical during the houston run. i don’t care who i don’t care to confirm i just know in my heart where all the brainworms live. what’s your title/what’s your purpose :)

- c o r n w i n k l e

- laughing hysterically forever about what this implies about ozlem OH YOU MEANT DIVORCED DIVORCED. LOL. LMAO

- ahem.

- wonderland—more precisely hunting of the snark—has a particular invocation of the rule of three (anything said thrice is true) and given the obvious fun rwby could have with an idea like that i’m wondering if we’ll see it repeated in the ever after in some capacity, whether as a literal narrative rule within the ever after or thematically. it occurs to me that it might have done already; “i am a huntress” is repeated thrice before crashing into ruby’s existential dread and uncertainty (<- the beaver loses count and mathematical panic ensues, which incidentally is also the part of the poem where the jubjub bird appears and, further incidentally for the bees people in the audience, is also the bonding moment in which the friendship between the butcher and the beaver becomes so homoerotic that there’s academic discourse about whether the beaver might actually be female, so make of that what you will.)

- the lively carpenter is not the blacksmith so Question Mark. the thing is the walrus and the carpenter is the tweedles’ poem so its inclusion fits the 4/6/7 focus and it connects to both the forest without names and the red king directly, and perhaps to the jabberwalker in the more roundabout sense that where jabberwocky is a poem about slaying a creature the walrus and the carpenter is about people behaving monstrously. who’s the carpenter and what are the oysters

#rwby v9 spoilers

[emeraldgreaves]

For the Weird Questions for Writers please and thank you! 1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting? 16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark? 25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story? 29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry? (#16 is kinda personal, because I used to work at a library and we had an unofficial contest to see who could find the weirdest thing someone left in a book as a bookmark! Trust me, we found some weird and gross things! lol)

[weird questions for writers]

What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

usually I go for the default when I’m just starting out (calibri on word), then switch to something that feels tonally appropriate when i need a change of pace! e.g. for the bridgerton fic, I was using a serif typeface called book antiqua because honestly how could I not, lol. also jazz recently clued me into a relatively barebones word processing program called stimuwrite, and I just use the default there!

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

story time. i once signed up for a work event where a mildly popular tv chef cooks rapidly over video call while you and your coworkers frantically try to keep up. said event came with a promotional cookbook, which i flipped through most of before putting it away to look at later. it was not a very interesting cookbook, so later never really came. because i use my hands a lot, i have a habit of taking off my wedding ring and putting it out of the way on the nearest available surface. this means it sometimes goes missing for days at a time. so i’m rearranging the cookbooks on the kitchen counter and starting to wonder if I’ve accidentally knocked my ring down a drain or something without realizing, when i realize the books are sitting at a slight angle and refusing to line up. i come to realize that the culprit is said promotional cookbook, so i take it out and open it, and what is sitting nestled close to the spine?

TLDR this man ate my family jewels.

(fabio was sent to the donation pile as penance, although honestly he was headed for it anyway. it wasn’t a particularly good cookbook.)

more answers under the cut!

What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

The following is actually for a fic, so standard disclaimer that shepherds of haven & its characters of course belong to lena, and I’m just making up things based on them. because take your daughter to work day is a time travel story that starts a generation after the main game, i had to nerf the future!versions of the inner circle somehow so they couldn’t just go back and fix things themselves. for the most part time has done the work for me—the early shepherd recruits skew so young that future!tallys is the only one who could still pass for recruitment age, and there’s obviously already a tallys running around—but there is one person who that still might not stop, and that’s our favorite planeshifting academic/mad scientist liefred antiqua. so i took a bat to his knee. more specifically, at some point he was up on the roof of their house fixing idk, their magic satellite antenna or something, when he slipped on a wet patch and fell off, breaking his leg in a couple of places. he’s healed from it, but definitely can’t run like he used to, a fact that is leveraged to keep him from joining the travel part of the time travel mission LMAO

Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

Mostly books, theater, and art! The scope of my life is very small and fairly boring i.e. not good creative fodder, so i have to draw inspiration by proxy. If I get stuck, I try reading something that’s tonally in the same wheelhouse, which I can usually analyze for ideas for sentence construction or new ways to advance the plot. I tend to write out of order, so I’ll sometimes reorganize my snippets to put them in the order of the story to see if that clarifies anything. And if that doesn’t work, I hop to a different WIP. While I wish I was better about not constantly abandoning stuff (and am working to change that), I’m not on any deadlines except for my self-imposed ones.

#ask meme #weird questions for writers #book antiqua has also become the go-to body font for my typesets #i prefer the relative openness of the letters to garamond #this is what happens when you get into bookbinding btw. you start developing Font Opinions

[dalkyeom]

I WAS TOLD U LIKED FIRE EMBLEM TOOO AHHH THE BESTIES ALL HAVE TASTE anyways happy Halloween Chia! ILY! I hope you're having a fun and safe holiday beloved ~

I loveddddd your latest dokyeom drawing btw if that wasn't evident. I've looked at it 10 times again in the past hour. Mwah <3333 🦇🎃🍬 👻 🕸️🍂

ELV MY FAVE KYEOM KYEOM LOVER HELLOOOOO! Happy halloween 🎃 my halloween was pretty chill, i think the only cool thing that happened was that I closet cosplayed SVT’s iconic ready to love zoom live (bc i used the same backdrop lmao) while I was in class today. Thought I wouldn’t be the one to present but alas, my homework was chosen to be representative so I had to speak so my picture of Cheol made its class debut. I hope your halloween went well too <33 shall be consuming the spoops later!

AMG YOU LIKE FE TOO?! 😭 catch me running to you and xan bc of fire emblem solidarity. It’s just so good oof oof— and awww I heart you too 🥺💕 asdasd—amg I’m so glad you like the House That Eats!Kyeom fa istg I sing that fic to praises like it now has 3 ghosts from how I can’t move on so I linger and think about it every 3 weeks or something. Jackie did such a good job I’m always in tears even after my 5th re-read (also shoutout to jackie ily! :(( consuming your fics again) the power of that fic possessed me istg!

Thank you for ringing the doorbell! You receive… another short blurb!

SEOKMIN IN FIRE EMBLEM AU; a headcanon list

While it doesn’t have a specific game from the series in the title, i’ll be using Three Houses as my main inspiration since it’s the one I recently played. Will not follow the game’s plot directly bc i’ll be focusing more on the school and daily life parts more lol.

Lee Seokmin, the second child and next in line to be the head of House Lee, one of the five great houses of the Leicester Alliance. His family is known to possess great vocal ability so most of them became singers and bards and well acquainted with the opera

I think he fits a class that can wield a sword the best (this is me going off on vibes alone and based it off arthur!kyeom). Personally, i’d put him as either a soldier or hero class but being part of the cavalier is good too. The thing is, Seokmin is just as skilled with a bow. Much like the other kids from the leicester alliance, he’s been trained to be able to use one with great accuracy but after trying a sword, he found it much more comfortable to use.

Final verdict — his starting class is hero.

Seokmin is a protector. He will, instinctively, gladly take the hit for you. The type to subtly pull you behind him when on the battlefield bc he’d rather have you out of harm’s way. You know that look when he’s super focused? He eyes his enemies like a hawk, he’ll be ready to counter and block whoever is daring enough to make the first move.

But like that’s what makes it his biggest weakness too, the emotional side that comes out especially when he’s so riled up. he was once chastised by Seungcheol, after a mission went awry. He got riled up so bad, emotions blinding him that he failed to notice a teammate get tag teamed by one of the enemy soldiers. Had Jeonghan been a second late, it could’ve ended with one of them dead. They were lucky to get out alive, gravely injured but alive.

Seokmin vows never to let his rage blindside him again.

Ok but can you imagine his support dialogues? The s-support dialogue?? Gonna go insane thinking about it bc i bet it’ll be so sweet. Instead of the usually loud and energetic seokmin, we are greeted by the softer and gentler side of himself. The lover; the one who looks at you with so much affection that it manifests in the way he treats you. He talks in whispers bc he fears that any decibel higher than 40 will shatter the fragile atmosphere he has with you. Goddess forbid.

He’ll take your hand gently in his, his thumbs rubbing small circles on the back of your palm like a promise that he’ll keep the world safe for you because he’d rather go to hell first and suffer if it meant keeping the love of his life safe.

Why did I do that to myself. Plus one for shared heart clenching for a Lee Seokmin [+1]

Anyways, you’ll find Seokmin usually by the stables or the dining hall. He has an affinity with horses and often volunteers to help with the horses and pegasi. Oftentimes, you’d find him making pizza with Mingyu. The entire monastery now knows the second and third wednesdays of the month are unofficiall ‘pizza nights’.

Seokmin naturally gets along with students from the other houses. his bright disposition and easy going nature making it easy to befriend those around him. He’s kind of like a magnet? Also he sings really well, and he sings everywhere at anytime, it’s hard not to ignore him (bad thing or not).

He’s also in the choir with Seungkwan and Joshua. Jeonghan joins from time to time.

Trick o’ Treat 2022 mini event [closed]

#really felt like writing today lmaooo #would expound on this soon bc sometimes I talk to my twin about who in svt suits which class best #we haven’t talked about all of svt yet but we see Jeonghan as either a pegasus knight or a #dark mage #it’s the vibes! #but we haven’t discussed in detail so everything is like 50-50 until we’re likesuper definite about it #also idk how to end this so it’s just like that lmao #trick o’ treat 22 #elv 🌻 #dk