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darker-overlord · 1 year

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whoa, she launched!

happy launch day, kayo! she's my little pookie i love her so much that i bully her constantly through the narrative

in honor of today, i'll be dumping some REALLY old doodles (really old = two-three months ago) when i started working on her! unlike most of my dumps, i'll be describing and giving more context to the drawings! think of it as a little timeline of her development :D

*the oc blog is @lilies-and-forget-me-nots .. i forgor

drawing 1: our earliest kayo?!

this was dated january 17 2023. yeah. 2023. this year.

geez, was that really my art style just three months ago?

yes, unfortunately. though i'll attribute the fact that kayo looks 12 here mostly to the fact that i was still getting used to using an ipad to draw--still, you can really see that i had her design 90% down from the start. just changed her parting a little and removed the flower accessory + little ombre(?) in her hair.

at first, she was going to be a LOT closer to yui, but then if she was, she would've intervened as early as more blood, which was not something i was aiming for. plus, isn't it more fun thinking that she barely knows her (and yet pulls the stunt of taking her place for her sake... what a loser)

also, at first, she was going to just be straight up meaner for no reason. like literally just the worst person you can think of, but a problem with that is that she would definitely get killed if she was just horrible and toxic. plus, that was kind of boring on my end as well, so she kind of turned into a meowmeow.

adding to the old concept though, all her endings were supposed to be bad endings! then i scrapped that really quickly when i changed her personality...

drawing 2: our earliest hunter!

same day as the first drawing... yeouch.

as you can see, her hair was supposed to be a lot neater--and flatter--as a hunter. the cross clip is a lot smaller, and her palette was all over the place. like come on, why is her coat pink??

speaking of which, i changed hunter kayo to being a little messier than her old version because of a change in personality. this proto-hunter kayo still feels emotions very well. in fact, even more intensely than bride kayo. she's constantly angry--for what she went through as a young girl, for losing her eye--just a lot of things.

kind of funny that her personality pulled a 180 lawl

drawing 3: early outfit dump

i made the file for this drawing on january 19, but i believe i updated it as late as early march.

as you can see, it's really just outfit concepts. most of them are the same as the current outfit concept art--thanks to, well, me updating this file until march. you might be familiar with the three on the right, and the lost eden + dark fate outfit is practically the same as the one i posted. the hdb/mb outfit changed the most out of those three: i suctioned it to kayo's body to emphasize her figure more lol (i am the biggest kayo simp in the end)

as for the first two, you can see they were labelled for chaos lineage and lunatic parade! the chaos lineage outfit is probably already like 90% down for me, but the lunatic parade one is peculiar because, well, i scrapped it entirely. it's a cute outfit, for sure, but i didn't think it was kayo's style in the end. perhaps it might get the same hdb/mb outfit treatment and get tweaked to match her better, but i think her current lunatic parade design is solid!

drawing 4: early cg concepts

this was dated feb 25!

honestly, this is still really good, and i'm still planning on adding this scenario to laito's route. it's just that, once again, kayo is suffering from the bug-eyed twelve year old syndrome i was going through since january. plus i was (still am) bad at drawing men, so laito kind of came out looking like a really strange looking lady lol. it's so embarrassing i even had to crop it out.

drawing(s) 5: whoa sailor outfits?!

i actually drew this just two weeks after the last one--march 10th! you can clearly see my art style shifting at this point; i'm starting to think it's the switch from sketching with a soft brush to a hard brush.

this was, if you didn't already guess, in honor of the aquamarine series! of course, there are two: one for the hunter and one for the bride!

i have this running theme of "what would reiji (biggest discreet pervert) make bride kayo wear?" and that man loves his kayo legs, so naturally she had to wear thigh highs and an awkwardly short skirt. at least hunter kayo got away with just a crop top.

you can see something hanging on the hunter's waist--it's actually a demon hunting relic!

drawing 6: hunter kayo in ryotei au cgs?!

very recent drawing--dated march 29!

now, hunter kayo actually doesn't attend ryotei at any point of the series. it just so happens that i thought she'd look really hot in the uniform, and ta-da--i made an au! being an au, it's not canon, but i like to think she has a small route with shuu that doesn't really end well as you'd expect.

still, the sight of her kissing him as he bites on her knife is very very cool. keep up the good work hunter!

drawing 7: late highschool kayo!

the final doodle--dated less than a week ago!

this is really just kayo in high school after seiji's treatment of her started getting to her properly. i wonder what she's praying and why...

BONUS 1: CATGIRL KAYO!!

i was in the middle of making this post when a certain catboy-baiter (@poohwhin side eyes...) posted................

i love humans with animal features (i.e. not humanoid animals aka what you'd typically think of when you think of furries...) and genshin already devastated me with not only keqing but DEHYA being fake catgirls, so to recover emotionally i naturally made kayo a catgirl. ougggg she's so cute

BONUS 2: a kayoyui route?!

Yes. and it's finished. i just have to make the cgs and post it.

i mostly made it as a kind of exercise in making routes, since, well, i have to start making a lot. it only has five individual scenarios in the dark, manic, and ecstasy section, but it still has a prologue and epilogue. there are also only two endings!

it also serves to delve a bit more into the hunter's character, since bride kayo is the main focus of the blog. let's give her a little love, yknow!! even if she can't give any back...

#VERY long post

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gunnerkriggcritical · 1 year

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For me it's kind of weird because I tend to consider the Tree one of my favorite chapters, but mostly because of the maybe 5 or 6 pages I found very impactful and remember. I really like how the art style changes to portray Annie's dissociation, it feels almost visceral. And I think the way Tony is in the Tree follows pretty well what had been established for him up to that point. The problem for me is how his character is treated and portrayed afterwards. On the one hand I get it, having a similar (emotionally) relationship with my father. I think I can understand what Tom was going for, and he could probably have pulled it of if he'd taken things more slowly.

I totally get where you’re coming from! I think if Tom hadn’t tried to pull a 180 and redeem Tony in such a ridiculous way, “The Tree” might be one of my favourite chapters too. It’s incredibly impactful, well-drawn, and thematic. I just don’t personally like rereading it for the aforementioned reasons and also because it makes me too deeply uncomfortable, lol. But yeah, I get it.

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game-boy-pocket · 2 years

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Today I beat Mickey Mousecapade. Another game covered in Nintendo Power #003.

I was mildly obsessed with Mickey Mouse as a kid, I loved him and all his friends, and I thought Mickey and Minnie were a really cute duo that I didn't get to see together in the cartoons often enough, I was a lot more drawn to Mickey than Bugs Bunny. I kind of did a complete 180 on that when I grew up though, I much prefer Looney Tunes now and it's hard to even look at Mickey and not think about Disney's nasty corporate side. But there's still some fondness for him deep down. But anyway.. as a kid I always wanted to play the games based on their box art, but I didn't really rent video games in the NES era.

Nintendo Power's coverage of the game was pretty worthless. They stopped just short of the levels that actually would need some hints, as it was a lost woods style maze with an invisible door you need to shoot a few times to reveal. The game was a mid level platformer/shooter. Mickey and Minnie gain the ability to shoot stars in the first level for some reason. It's deceptively tough and requires you to practice caution, as hazards can suprise you pretty quick. There's no continues here. I saved between levels, but a skilled player could probably pull this off, it's a very short game with only 5 levels, and level 2 and 4 being incredibly short.

The game has you control Micky, but Minnie follows behind and copies your moves. Kind of like Tails in Sonic, except without the path finding part where Tails will move on his own to go back behind Sonic. Minnie can't take Damage, which is nice, I actually exploited the AI to take out the level 4 boss with her and avoiding damage... but if she falls in a pit, you both die... and it's a cool concept but it can be very distracting and throw you off.

The game is apparently set in Wonder Land, as you can see from Mickey finding Alice I guess? But only the final area has any familiar enemies from that movie, the Card soldiers, and the Walrus as a miniboss... the final boss is actually Maleficent.

You can tell this is a Hudson game, it's got a lot in common with the look and sound of the Adventure Island games, the hud is pretty similar too but it doesn't deplete over time. Do not recommend to the casual player but could be fun for people that want a short and tough NES game to try and run through. I didn't hate it but I'm unlikely to replay it. Magical Quest is still my Mickey Mouse game of choice but i've not played much of the others.

#NES #nintendo #retro gaming #mickey mouscapade #pocket plays

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lealbrechtsen2 · 2 years

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kkusuka · 3 years

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We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now

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nationalharryleague · 4 years

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Portfolio; Part 2

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, CEO!Harry

Word count: 3.2k!

A/N: Hi everyone!! I am back with part 2 of “Portfolio”!! The first part had such great reception and a few people have asked for a part two. As always, I would looooove some feedback and I hope you enjoy!! More of my writing can be found in my masterlist!

Part 1

“Nice work, Miss Y/L/N,” Harry told you, walking briskly through the office, holding up the binder that contained the proposal you had been working on recently. You watched as his long legs gracefully carried him down a row of cubicles, both of you doing your best to conceal the smiles threatening to break onto your faces.

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” you chimed as he passed you and your secretary. He muttered something along the lines of ‘now get back to work,’ before he turned around and shot a million dollar smile in your direction. You quickly winked at him, hoping no one noticed, and hid your cheeky grin in your cup of coffee.

“I think Mr. Styles likes you,” giggled your secretary, Charlotte, taking a sip of her tea as you took a gossip break outside your office.

“We’re just friends now,” you lied through your teeth. “We work better when we’re getting along than when we’re at each other’s throats.” Oh, how you loved his throat, and his neck, and his jaw, and his smile. He was a never ending piece of art and you could stare at him all day long.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you two carpooling to work in the morning,” Charlotte playfully pried.

“We just figured out we live close by each other,” lie, “and it gives us more time to talk about work,” lie, “and we just think it’s better for the environment,” semi-lie.

“Whatever you say boss,” she said amused and moved to answer the phone that had begun ringing on her desk.

It had been four months since that night when you ended up in his arms with his pouty lips pressed up against yours for the first time. It was the first of many, many more kisses you shared.

You had spent these last four months peeling back his hard exterior and getting to know the mushy center. You knew the way he took his tea in the morning, the songs he sang (surprisingly well) in the shower, and the way he always slept on his stomach, sheets pooled around his waist. While you hadn’t said it, the two of you knew that you were quickly falling in love with each other.

Harry had become a huge part of your life and you two rarely were apart. Work was a series of knowing glances and stolen kisses any time you and Harry were alone. While you two had become an incredible professional team, your productivity when working together had slowed, unable to get much work done when he was constantly trying to convince you to hook up in his office. Outside of work, you spent nearly all your time in his penthouse dressed only in one of his expensive dress shirts that he insisted looked better on you than ever did on him.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, bringing you out of your Harry-induced daze. Meet me in the copy room ;), your phone read. You let out a laugh and playfully rolled your eyes before making your way across the office to your intended destination.

Opening the door, you only got a glimpse of your gorgeous boyfriend before he pulled your body to him, your lips falling into a well practiced dance against one another. You kept your hands rested against his chest, learning from your mistakes of previously messing up his hair during a particularly passionate trip to a storage closet. While you remained careful to leave no clues of what you two were doing in the copy room, Harry buried his hands in your hair and moved to leave kisses down your neck, sure to leave some type of bruise. You pulled away from him, breathless, gently scolding him for being so careless.

“Harry, I will not fuck you in this copy room,” you told him, smoothing your pencil skirt and straightening out your blazer. You were met with a needy and pathetic pout that made the large man look like a small child who was denied a piece of candy.

“What makes the copy room off limits?” he smirked down at you. “We’ve had sex in most of the rooms of this office.”

“No lock on this door,” you smiled, moving to your tippy toes to kiss him lightly on the nose and turning to leave the room. He reached out and grabbed a hold of your wrist, pulling you back into him.

“I don’t care who sees,” he spoke against your lips as he connected you once again. “I’m sure my girl and I put on quite the show.”

“You are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?” you giggled in between soft kisses, arms hooked around his neck. “And I care, Harry,” you confessed, pulling away from him and looking seriously into his bright green eyes. “I worked hard to get to this position and I will not let people attribute my success to me sleeping with my boss.”

“But you are sleeping with your boss,” he called after you as you separated yourself from him and moved towards the door again. “Quite a bit actually.”

“But it didn’t get me to the top, did it?” you winked, exiting your hiding spot.

“I quite like it when you’re on top.”

***

This was definitely not sustainable.

The “good working relationship” cover could only work for so long and the way you acted could give it away any moment. You were so comfortable and happy with each other now, a rare and impossible feat before, and it was hard not to notice. You two had done a complete 180 and you could only pray the office was turning a blind eye. It was hard to pretend that you weren’t falling head over heels in love with this man.

There was a reason this was forbidden. Harry was in a position to manipulate and take advantage of his professional power above you and you understood why it was absolutely not allowed. There was a laundry list of powerful men who had taken advantage of their female subordinates and hurt them and their careers beyond repair. While you both were very consenting, it was a power dynamic that could quickly turn sour.

You both had plenty at risk. While you were desperate to stay secret for the sake of your professional reputation and career aspirations, Harry had a Fortune 500 company to worry about. SPR was growing at a rapid speed and was quickly becoming the most sought after public relations firm in the country. You anxiously held your breath whenever at work, praying both of you could be on your best behavior, refusing to be the reason Harry fell from his golden boy position in the business world.

Harry had briefly suggested you quitting and just letting him take care of you. That idea made you feel like a sugar baby in your own relationship and you were not okay with that. He also brought up the idea of quitting your formal position and working as a freelance consultant so the HR policy would no longer apply, but you were quick to shut that down as well. While you would do anything to be with him and stop worrying, your career came first. There was no guarantee that you two would work out and you refused to give up your career for any man.

There was a brief period of time that Harry had considered a publicity beard. Hiring some model to pretend to be Harry’s girlfriend for the paparazzi would take some of the heat off the both of you and probably advance both of their careers. But you knew you were far too jealous to watch him with someone else, even if they were being paid to be there. You tried to be cool, calm, and collected at all times, but when it came to Harry, something ignited in you that you just couldn’t turn off.

Watching from across the office when his new, and irritatingly attractive, assistant began was torture. Cami was smart and beautiful and way overqualified to be running to get his dry cleaning and scheduling his rides to the airport. She was a tall, stick thin, blonde bombshell and you couldn’t understand why she was working in an office and not walking a runway. You watched the bedroom eyes she gave him every time they made eye contact, annoyed at how similar they were to your own, constantly looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. You always got a kick out of watching him shut her down when she started on her breathy ‘Mr. Styles’ voice which resembled Marilyn Monroe’s rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ for JFK.

“Mr. Styles,” she sing-songed, “would you like me to get you something for lunch today?”

“No. I’m going out for lunch,” he dead-panned harshly. It made you feel good that he was meeting you at home for lunch, and the strong possibility that you were lunch made you feel even better. You watched from the doorway of his office as he didn’t even look up at her from his computer, a smirk threatening to break out onto your lips.

“Hi Mr. Styles,” you alerted him to your presence. His eyes shot up to make contact with yours, fighting a smile off his own lips. “I have a proposal for you to review.”

“Have a seat,” he said, motining for you to sit across from him at his large mahogany desk. Cami hung in the corner, waiting for some sort of command when Harry told her to leave and shut the door behind her. Leaning back in your chair, you took in the man sitting across from you. He wore a light blue suit that was perfectly tailored, paired with a white dress shirt, and navy tie. His hair was pushed back, just long enough for some of his natural curl to show. His eyes shined in the light from the floor to ceiling windows of his office that framed him and as soon as the assistant left the room, a huge smile rested on his face.

“So, what proposal do you have for me?”

“I can see it now,” you began, putting on your best proposal voice. “Dinner, a bottle (or a few) of wine, and movies at your place tonight.”

“My love, you could sell wood to a forest.”

***

That night started out calm enough. You had ordered in your favorite Italian place, the same one that you had shared your first real conversation over, and ate it over a bottle of wine. You two sat at his kitchen island, both dressed in Harry’s comfiest clothes, and talked about your days. It was a long day in the office and you were exhausted and the few glasses of wine running through your system were not helping. You leaned over on your barstool, resting your head on his shoulder, receiving a light kiss to your forehead in between bites of his dinner.

“Just so you know, Marcus was a bit of a dick to me today,” you slid into conversation in between bites of a garlic knot, always one to stir the pot.

“I’m sorry, honey. I don’t like him very much either but I can’t just fire someone because I don’t like them,” he explained softly.

“You can fire Cami,” you said before fully thinking. You watched from his shoulder as he questioningly raised his eyebrows, mouth still stuffed full of food. “I just don’t like the way she acts around you. She looks at you like she’s ready to mount you at any second.”

“I can’t fire my assistant because you’re jealous,” he said with a light chuckle.

“Harry, I’m not jealous,” you asserted while lifting your head off his shoulder to look him in the eye, not sure if what you were saying was fully true. “I just don’t like the way she acts around you.”

“You’re jealous!” he pushed, poking and teasing you into anger. He wore his famous smirk across his lips and while you usually thought it was adorable, tonight it was pushing every one of your buttons. Your cheeks began to heat with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, intensified by the wine you both had been drinking.

“I would have been more jealous if you you went through with that stupid beard idea,” you spat. It was Harry’s turn to get offended now. His eyebrows shot up his forehead in surprise at your comment, before they settled in a frustrated scowl.

“I was just trying to help,” he countered, his voice low and gravely. “You’re the one who’s so uncomfortable at work.”

“I can’t be comfortable at work knowing that if we were to get caught, both of our careers are finished!” You slid off the barstool, unable to be so close to him right now, and began pacing the immaculate kitchen. “Knowing that you just want me to quit so you can keep me up in this penthouse barefoot and pregnant doesn’t help either.”

“Y/N, come on. You know I don’t want that.”

“You’ve asked me to quit for you more than once, H.” You were both standing now, circling around the kitchen island. You walked away from him everytime he got close, the thought of him touching you right now made your blood boil.

“I wanted you to quit so that we can be together!” he raised his voice as he defended himself.

Your career was everything to you. Your work was what gave you the opportunity to escape New York and get a fresh start in London. You had to put an ocean between you and your ex to feel safe again, and your hard work and talent was how you did it. You would not give it up for a man.

You and Harry had never fought like this before and you were worried how similar it felt to when you and your ex would fight. You had promised yourself that you would never be in a situation like that again.

“You’re the fucking CEO!” You were both yelling now. “ You’re in charge of everyone there. You can change the HR policy if you want.”

“No, I can’t. Were both in PR; you know how that would look for the company and both of us.” He argued from across the island. “My employee can’t be my girlfriend.”

“Okay,” you said after a pause, suddenly calm.

“‘Okay’ what?” Harry asked, chest still heaving for yelling.

“I don’t want to be either anymore.”

You marched your way to his couch, grabbing your briefcase and work clothes. You heard his calls for you to stay and pleads for you to take it back, but you ignored them. You made your way to his front door, slamming it behind you as you left.

***

Four Years Later

You sat in the conference room of SPR for the first time in over four years. The table and chairs had changed, no longer the heavy wood conference table you had known. It had been swapped out for a long black oval table that was flanked with chairs that were now filled with lawyers.

Harry sat directly across from you, in the same spot he sat the first night you began to fall in love with him. He looked a little different now; his hair had gotten longer, he had grown out a bit of a beard, and he had a couple more tattoos. You couldn’t help but think about all the nights you had spent together in his bed, your fingertips tracing the designs on his skin. Your eyes bore into each other, scanning each other’s face for emotion and desperately trying to get a read on the other.

It was easy to fall back into your distanced body language. While you were connected through intense eye contact, both of your arms were crossed, shielding yourself from the others’ stare. You had been competitors these last few years after all. Today, that was all changing.

After you left that night in a storm of jealousy and hurt, you made good on your threats to quit and started your own firm. You began to climb your way up the PR ladder and four years later, you were Harry’s biggest competitor. When the idea of a merger came about, you were hesitant but understood it was what was best for both of your businesses.

A thick contract was passed across the table between the both of you, both CEO’s silently signing on the dotted line. “The merger is complete!” your lawyers cheered excitedly, only small smiles finding their way onto your faces. “You are now Co CEOs of Styles-Y/L/N Public Relations.”

“Congratulations Chief Executive Officer Styles,” you spoke as you lifted yourself out of your chair, reaching out a hand to offer a handshake. You offered him a cold smile you had practiced to perfection in the mirror in preparation for today’s events.

“Congratulations Chief Executive Officer Y/L/N,” he repeated after you. When your hands met, the familiar sparks shot their way up into your arm, your heart beginning to flutter. You knew that feeling in the pit of your stomach that he caused so well. You got it whenever he was around, like he continued to have some sort of magic over you after all this time.

You left as the small celebration died down, opting to meet with Harry in his office to devise a plan moving forward concerning office space and upcoming projects. Strictly business, you constantly reminded yourself. Soon, the sun began to set and you decided it was best for both of you to head home.

Walking out of the building, it felt strangely familiar to the night you had first shared together. Your footsteps fell insync as you silently walked into the parking garage and towards your own cars. You looked over at his hand and realized he had already put his ring on.

“Hey, I thought we said we were going to put our rings on together after the merger,” you smiled as you fished around your blazer pocket for your engagement ring and wedding band.

“Honey, I thought you saw me put it on,” he laughed, flashing you his bright smile and the golden band that sat on his left hand. You carefully slid the rings onto your ring finger, covering the slight tan line you got when you wore them outside of work. You intertwined your hands, walking the rest of the way to your cars as a couple. You giggled as you always did at the sight of a baby’s car seat in the back of Harry’s sports car.

“I’ll pick the baby up from my mum’s if you grab dinner on the way home,” he offered.

“Sounds like a deal,” you agreed and pressed your body up against him, pecking his lips as he ran his hands up and down your back. “It feels good not to hide at work anymore.”

“No one can take advantage of the other if we are both in charge, right?” he smirked.

“Not according to HR,” you chuckled softly, resting your head on his chest before pulling away and getting in the car next to his.

“I love you, Mrs. Y/L/N-Styles!” he called into your car when you both rolled your windows down.

“I love you more, Mr. Styles!” you called back. “I’ll see you at home for our business meeting!”

Thank you so much for reading!! Please let me know what you think in my ask! Requests are also open :)

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imagine-turtles · 3 years

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1) your art style is just way too cute my dude

2) I'm back from a (well deserved) 3 weeks vacation and my brain made up some request so heRE I AM HAHA

Ok request time: bayverse boys with a crush that went to vacation in a different country for quite a long time and just keeps vlogging to them, sending them pictures of what they think they'd like in a "it made me think of you!!" kinda way, and who's always in a "I wish you were here" mindset, and if any of their new friend asks them anything about who they're talking to they're just like "it's for my favorite person :D"

Tysm!! And welcome back!!

Leonardo can’t help but feel overwhelmingly smug, because isn’t it just so weird that he’s the only one that got a video? Maybe everyone else’s video got lost in cyberspace or something.

(Donatello tells him exactly once that no, that’s not how it works, before tuning him out entirely.)

The first time his crush says Leonardo’s their favorite person, he temporarily becomes the most insufferable person on the planet. Their favorite person. Out of all the humans and turtles and other some-such variations running around, he’s their favorite. The only way his brothers can kick him down a peg is by calling them a married couple and flustering him into silence. It doesn’t help his ego, of course, but it does give the lair a little peace.

Hopefully, his crush can stand a bit of reading, because Leonardo has something to say about everything they show him. He eventually just switches over to email, because mile-long text walls are difficult to both read and type on his T-cell. It practically becomes a point of pride to notice (and comment on) every single detail.

~~~

Raphael doesn’t tell anyone when his crush starts sending him little blips from their vacation, but it’s fairly obvious when his particularly foul mood pulls a 180 despite his insistence that nothing happened. Then, upon realizing that he’s the only one getting cutesy little videos, absolutely nothing dampens his mood for a solid 48 hours. It makes him feel so... special.

There’s nothing Raphael wants more than to be there with them, never wanted to be human more badly than when his crush laments his absence. The awfully romantic notion of two people separated by circumstance doesn’t escape him, and boy, does it ache--like the indicative soreness of a workout gone a teensy bit too far.

Raphael only watches the videos at the end of the day, curled up in bed with his headphones on and his phone balanced on the pillow next to him. He’d never admit it, but at times he closes his eyes and imagines his crush lying there with him, telling him about all the parts of their day he doesn’t get to see for himself.

~~~

Nobody at the lair knows when Donatello’s crush starts sending him vlogs. The videos were sent to him, his crush spends the whole time talking to him, so why should anybody else need to see them? It’s our thing, he thinks to himself, with no small amount of satisfaction, just for the two of us.

Every so often, Donatello gets to video chat. International rates be damned. Sure, he can’t show his own face, but he can talk all he wants when he kicks everyone out of the garage to fix one of the vehicles. He ends up fast-tracking the Shellraiser’s upgrade schedule based solely on the amount of time he spends holed up in the truck. Privacy is a necessity if he wants to have a real conversation, particularly when he just can’t seem to wipe the dopey smile off his face at his crush’s insistence that they absolutely must keep their favorite person up-to-date.

Donatello’s feelings turn bittersweet when his crush finally returns; he’s happy to see them, of course, but he can’t shake the feeling that something lovely is ending. Now that their thing is obsolete, he’s determined to find a new thing to replace it.

~~~

Michelangelo is the most vocal about the vlogs his crush sends, to the point where he cajoles Donatello into hooking up his phone to the TV so that everybody gets to watch their daily check-in. It was fine at first, until it became increasingly obvious that his crush is basically just talking to him. He knew they’d be sending him videos--he begged them to, before they left--he just didn’t realize it was going to be so personal. Not in a weird way, just in the little ways that having a conversation with an audience can feel odd.

Michelangelo is the only one of his brothers to vlog back, careful to keep any and all mutants out of frame. Just in case. But he finds interesting things to show his crush, upping his game bit by bit until they find themselves baffled by how the hell he managed to get that angle, that location, those colors!

And when Michelangelo finds out he’s the favorite? He’s his crush’s favorite? Oh, what a first; he’s never been someone’s illustrious favorite before, and he can’t not rub it in everyone else’s face. Just a little. It’s the only thing keeping him sane until his favorite person gets back into cuddle range, because that’s obviously the next step before they become NYC’s newest power couple.

#tmnt #tmnt imagines #tmnt bayverse #leonardo #raphael #donatello #michelangelo

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sesskagarchive · 3 years

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February Author Spotlight - elevenharbor

Q: Where can we find you and your stories? A: A03, FF.net, and Dokuga

Q: How would you describe your writing style? A: Right now, all over the place! I am relatively new to writing, so I am still trying to find my 'style' (and time to write!). My line of work requires evidence-based, no-fluff writing, so my creative writing juices aren't as free-flowing. Creative writing is an exercise, and I am way out of shape!

Q: What's one thing you'd tell someone who is considering reading one of your fics? A: Expect the unexpected, and be prepared for some slow burn. I can be a bit of a dreamer in terms of plot twists, so some may seem strange, but hang in there! I promise to try to make it worthwhile. Also, I am a sucker for AU & Canon Divergence so my stories tend to swing that way. I try to write stories that I would be interested in reading if I were just randomly browsing.

Q: How do you get/stay inspired to write? (ie: playlists, aesthetics, fanart, this blog, etc.) A: I go for runs or long walks while blasting Daily Mixes, curated by Spotify. This is going to sound odd, but I like to sit on the docks and watch the currents change. IDK how or why, but something about the sound of water sloshing around gets my mind working. Lastly, I have several plot bunnies/unfinished works that are just sitting on my Google Drive that I've been too shy/lazy to publish. Sometimes I like to go through them and remember where my mind was going with it...then inspiration will hit, either to continue it, or start anew.

Q: What's your favorite SessKag moment from Inuyasha and why? A: Wow, pulling my leg over here. There are so many! If I had to choose, it'd be Episode 22 of TFA (Naraku: Trap of Darkness)...basically all the SessKag moments in that episode. Sesshomaru could've just left Kagome alone while she was unconscious since he was looking for Rin, or he could've just let Magatsuhi possess her and then killed her to get to Magatsuhi...but...he didn't. It's a complete 180 from the times he "tried" to slay her for meddling earlier on. These, along with the other little breadcrumbs throughout the series, fuel my SessKag fire. 🔥

Q: What do you like most about the SessKag fandom? A: The oodles of fanfiction and the beautiful fanart! Some of these stories and art are executed so flawlessly, they could pass as canon (if not, better. I may be biased ^^; )

Self Rec Time! List the top 3 fics that you are most proud of writing.

The Moon is Beautiful

Until We Meet Again

Rec Time! List your top 3 favorite SessKag fics of all time.

Tales from the House of Moon by Resmiranda

Beside You in Time by RosieB

Flowers on the Moon by troubleinshangrila

#SKFA author spotlight #skfa #january author spotlight #author spotlight #sesskag fic recs

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 5 years

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Lucky Charm

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Summary/Request: Charlie always says you’re his lucky charm for quidditch.

Notes: Gif is my own, using my art of Charlie Weasley which you can find on my art blog @artisticwarnug here. If you use please make sure you credit me and my art blog properly, that the ownership is clear as it is my own art and I would hate for it to be unclear that I made it <3 x

“You’re coming to my quidditch game on Saturday, right?” Your attention was drawn away from the essay you were writing during Rakepick’s Defence Against the Dark Arts class, by Charlie leaning across the gap between your desks.

He had that particular soft smile, that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and his freckles dance, directed at you. His red hair was pulled back like usual in small ponytail at the back of his neck, his tie was loose around his neck and your fingers itched to tighten it properly.

You loved classes with Charlie. Partly because he was your friend, which meant spending time with him was fun, he made classes less boring and always made you smile. But, partly because since 4th year you’d had more than a little crush on the boy.

“Of course, when have I not?”

“Just wanted to check, you’re kind of my lucky charm after all.”

“Charlie, it is entirely coincidentally that you catch the snitch the majority of the time i’m at the games.” After all Charlie was good enough to play for England. It wasn’t a secret that he was incredibly talented even with his frame being more of beater’s than a seeker’s.

“Nope, it’s cause you’re my lucky charm.” You roll your eyes at him and return to your essay, but its hard to deny that your heart is beating just a little too fast and your hands are a tiny bit clammier than normal from his words.

Gryffindor verses Slytherin Quidditch matches were always tense and Charlie was always a little bit nervous before them. A lot rides on his shoulders, they would win the cup if he caught the snitch. But he takes a deep breath, thinks about you up in the stands cheering him and the others on, now he’s captain of the Gryffindor team, now its your last year of Hogwarts, and he knows he can do this despite a variety of nasty faces staring him down from the other team.

You always got nervous watching Charlie play, mostly because bludgers always seemed to get so bloody close to him and because on more than one occasion he had taken some rather bad hits and ended up in the hospital wing. Charlie wasn’t as small as some seekers, who made smaller targets. Charlie was broad shouldered and large, his brother had once compared him in size to a Gorilla and it wasn’t far off. He was large and it made him a larger target. You were always on the edge of your seat wishing him luck and praying that he didn’t get hurt.

Nymphadora Tonks was commentating the game today in her usual bubbly, cheeky style. You barely listened to her commentary watching as chasers lost the ball, gained the ball, scored. As bludgers were batted away from the Gryffindor team one hitting Merula Snyde right in the ribs but she carried on, despite being slightly slower now.

You always watched Charlie though, the other players didn’t really matter so much. You watched and watched until you saw it. The little dart of his eyes and then he was careening forward. He’d spotted the snitch. As always once Charlie noticed the other seeker noticed, but even on a shoddy broom Charlie was faster, always able to get the best out of the broom the way he got the best out of animals and people. You wondered if brooms truly understood the character of their rider.

You watched in awe and horror as Charlie got closer and closer to the ground and with a lunge off of his broom and straight to the pitch terf caught the snitch in his hand, holding it aloft like some sort of trophy.

“With 180 points to 50 Gryffindor win!” Tonks yelled over the cheers, but you were already making the long decent down the stands and towards the pitch.

It took a few minutes, to get down and out, but then you were rushing towards him, “YOU DID IT!” You were halfway to him and he turned to smile at you. A smile so bright you thought you might burn up and melt like Icarus.

You’re a little out of breath when you reach him, not being particularly sporty yourself, and throw your arms around his shoulders pulling him into a hug. It was a post match ritual of sorts, that you would come and congratulate him as everyone began to get ready to leave.

“Of course I did, my lucky charm was there, love.” You look away from him as you pull back slightly, biting your lip bashfully. He always knew how to make you giddy, bashful, a little bit unsure. All because of your silly little crush.

“Charlie...”

“You’re my lucky charm...” He turns you head back to face him with a gentle hand under your chin. “and I hope I don’t lose you when we graduate.”

“You won’t.” You promise, sure that wherever he went for his dragon obsession you’d follow. You could be a healer anywhere. Anywhere. As long as the two of you stuck together that was what mattered. Charlie made you feel like you could tackle anything, a mountain troll, a dragon, an oversized niffler.

His face is so close yours that you can see every individual freckle, that his nose brushes against yours, that you can feel his breath against your skin. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes” Its barely a whisper from you and you barely have it out before his mouth is pressed to yours, a hand supporting the back of your neck and another pulling at your waist until there is not space between you.

You barely register that those students still around are cheering and catcalling, because Charlie Weasley is finally kissing you and it feels right. It feels like your soul has lifted out of your body and flown away. It feels like a thousand homecomings. It feels like you’re supposed to be there, in his arms, pressing your lips against his and following his lead.

“Will you go out with me?” Its a whisper still as the two of you pull away, only slightly, foreheads still pressed together, noses still brushing.

“Yes, Charlie.” You laugh slightly, giddy, “I’ll go out with you.”

#readerinsert #reader insert #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasleyxreader #charlie weasley/reader #charlie weasley / reader #harry potter #harry potter reader insert

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caught blue-handed LL

Finished with caught blue-handed, my first RvB fic (aside from the ass fax meme and McD's stories used to cleanse my brain palette). There were definite high and low moments, but I'm pleased with the outcome overall.

As is customary at the end of any project, personal or work-related, I write out some "lessons learned" in order to reflect and provide myself insight for improvement. Meaning, I barf out a shitload of text to figure out how to be better at doing stuff. So if you feel like wasting 5 minutes reading some rambling, sMASH that link below.

caught blue-handed

Fun Stats

Runtime: June 17, 2019 - August 11, 2019

Word count: 30261 (4963 per chapter average sans 1st chapter)

Top 3 used words:

Simmons = 561 (That’s right-- 1.8% of the fic is reading Simmons’ name.)

Grif = 529

fuck = 180

Fun Stuff First (favorite moments)

Hands down, all the Grimmons dates in the Grif chapters, where the day/night/date continued as expected, mostly. Easiest, most fun, and most natural to write. This was probably due to the form being more back and forth described-but-unsaid dialogue, a breather from the one-sided "I AM GRIF/SIMMONS heRe aRE mY ThOUGhts hElp i aM in loVe" dialect I originally started with. I keep saying that I really wanna do comics of all the little scenes some time in the future, so I should do that. And tHEY KISS AHHHHHHH.

Creatrix's commissioned art for the beach date! She did a freakin' awesome job, I literally squealed and was grinning for like 10 minutes straight when I got it (just as I'm doing now that I'm looking at it again). Art is a magical thing. Always support your favorite and fellow artists in whatever way you can!

Grif's interactions with Lopez and Sarge in ch 3. I think how that tiny section was written was more true to canon voicing than any other part of the story, probably because I wasn't worrying about forcing Grimmons down everyone's throats.

Caboose liking Simmons because he's part robot.

The idea that Grif would ever get jealous of Caboose.

On the same vein, finding as many excuses to use Caboose in italics as possible (ex., "Did Caboose just call you a dick?", "You took relationship advice. From Caboose.", "Are you seriously getting jealous?! Of fucking Caboose?!”).

What Did Well (and what didn't)

Writing serially with your first chapter as a hard outline is both a blessing and a curse. I think the first chapter was voiced well, a good length to hook and let readers know what to expect for the most part, and provided a mini set of prompts for me to help set up following chapters. However, the skeleton plot I wrote caused me to freeze while starting a couple chapters because I had no idea on how to get from point A to B, feeling like I needed to be more creative to get there. On the opposite swing of the pendulum, it had me stuck creatively at times because of the mindset, "Well now I have to write about this."

Writing with swapping POVs is fun for character study and good (but difficult) practice for trying to maintain a consistent writing voice. I'm pretty self-conscious about how I tend to write (way too verbose/clinical at times, so much going back and deleting, as I'm doing right now). Going into this, I 100% thought that the Simmons chapters would be the easiest to write (as far as voicing goes because of inherent anxiety and my vernacular in general). And man, was I 100% wrong. (Except for that fake smut chapter which had me dying while coming up with cringey and cliched things for Simmons to think and came far too naturally which raises concerns for myself.) The other big problem with alternating POVs was that I didn't want to break the flow of thought by ending a chapter until it went to the other person. That resulted in chapters with 3 or 4 scene breaks in the middle, which felt dragged out sometimes and would have come off better as individual chapters.

Getting to Grif to realize he's crushing. Fuck dude, that was the hardest chapter, which is why it ended up taking longer than all the others (plus the fact that I just returned from a 10 day vacation at the time). I just didn't know how to pull it off convincingly, and it's most likely the weakest part of the whole plot. If I built up him thinking about it and persuading himself more in a less repetitive way, it probably would've been more effective. Or realizing that it's been going on/repressed probably for a decade and not on a whim like, "Oh hmm, I shall use my brain today, oops I am in love, when'd that happen?" I absolutely chalk this up to a trait of mine, where if information is discovered and is deemed to be true/factual in some way by my brain, then I switch gears completely (as Grif is projecting for me here).

Nice Try, Next... (takeaways)

Allow more leniency by not forcing a structure from the beginning (re: POV swaps and vaguely specific plot points).

Show what characters think through action rather than literally saying what they're thinking. (To be fair, gave myself an excuse with this 'cause of POV.)

Shorter chapters. Break when it feels right.

More drawing. Helped refresh my brain doing a different kind of creative thing in between bursts of writing. But uh, not too much drawing, because that created procrastination.

Less is more; clearer and more concise writing style. Try not to think about five things at once and repeatedly end up with the pattern of, "Grif said, 'This,' while doing that, and this is what he is admitting to thinking about himself doing that (but sometimes he thought about this other thing, too, not like he'd say it out loud)."

When writing POV specifically, careful about making too much content internalized thought. I get out of control and go on a neurotic rampage of "oh but they could be thinking this and this and this" and overanalyze things.

uhhhHHH THE END! See ya next time.

#me #fanfic #lessons learned

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suburbanmetaldad · 5 years

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Following are more details about me and my work.

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I grew up obsessed with music and reading. I went to school for writing. At the time, I thought I couldn’t create things. I didn’t know it yet, but I was wrong. I tried to quit. Writing wouldn’t let me. It kept pulling me back in.

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confitfacile-blog · 5 years

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A Coward's Resolve

Momo Yaoyorozu, three words; his sibling's babysitter.

Todoroki never thought he'd fall in love with anyone for that matter, but here he was in love with the girl that chooses to fold his little brothers underwear out of sheer politeness. She may be a year younger, but it doesn't stop Shouto from feeling less and less confident around her. After understanding his embarrassment was unnecessary he resolves to be more bold and express his feelings. For once it seems like the odds are in his favor.

Oneshot

Teen

2011 words

AO3: link

(UN-EDITED)

Note:

Hello readers,

It's been a long time since I've been avidly in the BNHA fandom and even longer since I've actually used AO3 and Tumbr. I had published a few other todomomo works way back in the beginning of 2018 (over a year ago!!!), but I decided I no longer wish to return to that account and I wish to remain separated from that identity (?) idek if that makes sense. Anyways I was really motivated to write more Todomomo after seeing this art piece come across my feed on twitter for no reason, it was a blessing though because now I am extremely stuck in the todomomo hole again. The link to the art piece will be at the end of this note.I hope you enjoy this work and as always please give criticisms, regular comments and kudos!

*clarification: this piece was not based on the artwork, I just really enjoy it!

https://anush_arts.artstation.com/projects/ZK0G1 (if this link no longer works in the future it is a gorgeous drawing by Anush Arts of Todoroki and Momo in full color, kissing in a relaxed position on a yellow covered bed, Momo's hair is down and slightly wavy, she wears a lavender tank top while Todoroki is shirtless and in black shorts, it's nothing NSFW just really sweet because she's sitting beside him and he cradles the back of her head) @anush-arts

Now on to the story:

"Ah, Todoroki I see you're awake."

Todoroki, still half asleep, smiled deliriously at the sound of her angelic voice. He soon realized it was a little too out of place for his bedroom. His eyes shot wide open.

Yaoyorozu Momo was in his room, the gorgeous black-haired girl herself, sitting by the side of his bed in a tank top of all things.

Damn did he wish the context were different.

She made eye contact with him and winked as he sat straight up, not wanting to seem like a child. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't wearing a shirt, because Yaoyorozu showed no reaction at all. He was thankful she didn't make him more embarrassed by becoming flustered herself, but a little part of him wished he had been more bold to her in the past to elicit that type of reaction. She hardly batted an eyelash after seeing him half naked. He opened his mouth to say something, but she shushed him with a single finger pressed to her lips, gesturing toward the sleeping child to her and his right.

If he didn't already feel emasculated enough she just had to remind him that at seventeen years old he was still sharing a room with his younger brother Natsuo, who was only four.

His parents had needed a babysitter for his siblings because a four year old boy and two year old girl aren't exactly easy to handle. Of course, stubborn Todoroki had refused to help out around the house leading them to turn to Yaoyorozu, the responsible girl who lived a block away. She was only sixteen, but the most mature person Todoroki knew by far.

She stared at his sleeping sibling fondly as she bent over to pick up the legos strewn across his floor. Todoroki watched her backside sneakily for a moment before getting up to put on some real clothes.

Todoroki had a secret desire to be more confident around girls, but it really wasn't something he'd employed on his everyday life. He opted to slip into his closet to change, but not without promising once again this act of cowardice would be his last. Who knew if he really meant it.

Todoroki took exceptionally long to pick his outfit just to impress her. He finally decided on something that expressed style, but not "I'm trying too hard."

When he emerged she was gone. He walked toward his bed contemplating going back to sleep at 9:00 PM, but stopped himself. He saw his discarded pajama pants, which he threw out of the closet door, folded neatly with a small sticky note on top. He also realized the note on the flimsy piece of paper had substance.

Todoroki-san, you were asleep all day lol. I know training is hard, but please think of your cognitive health as well. You need to eat, I am making a night time snack. Please join me :9. - Y

He didn't need to finish the note before guilt of potentially not indulging Yaoyorozu's request made his legs move on their own.

As he walked through the hall the aroma of hearty broth filled his nose. He chuckled. It was just like Yaoyorozu to cook a really unconventional snack, the uniqueness really stood out in a household of forced status quo.

The Todoroki household's kitchen was large to say the least, the unwelcoming feel of the dull walls and steel appliances was brightened by Yaoyorozu's cheerful demeanor. She had cracked a window open to let the gentle sound of far off cicadas fill the absence the kitchen left her.

Beads of sweat formed on her slight shoulders as she softly danced around while humming in the summer heat.

The sight was one to behold. Todoroki contemplated going up to her and leaning his head over her shoulder to check what she was making, but that subtle type of flirting was way out of his comfort zone.

He was about to just settle into the couch when Yaoyorozu grabbed the knife she was using to chop carrots and started waving it around in some sort of spastic dance? Todoroki couldn't help, but laugh, who could blame him? Unfortunately Yaoyorozu heard his low chuckle an opened her eyes wide in embarrassment.

They stared at each other for just enough time for the pot Yaoyorozu had previously been stirring to boil over.

Yaoyorozu quickly snapped out of her flushed daze and hurried toward the pot that was currently spilling liquid all over the stove. She attempted to turn the heat down, but right as she touched the handle she jerked her arm back. Some of the soup had already reached the knob making it extremely hot to the touch. She stuck her finger in her mouth while lifting her tank top to cover her unburnt hand as a makeshift oven mitt. The stove was successfully turned off and Todoroki was already at her side trying and failing to ignore her exposed midriff.

Todoroki took his mind off of her body to slide open the nearest drawer, hopeful that there was a bandage inside. Luckily for the both of them a single band aid lay in mint condition next to various paperwork for whatever reason.

"Yaoyorozu."

He tried to get her attention in an almost whisper since they were so close.

"Yaoyorozu I have a band aid."

Still no response. Todoroki tapped her shoulder, mindful to not touch her bare skin with his naturally cold hands.

She continued to fret and mutter, sucking on her pointer finger no longer out of necessity, but stress.

Sighing he reached past her shoulders and grabbed her wrist, pulling her finger from her mouth and drying it with his own sleeve.

"Yaoyorozu, please focus."

She froze. Yaoyorozu stood still in what Todoroki thought was compliance to his request, but in reality she was in shock. A noticeable blush spread from her neck up and she shrunk herself to let Todoroki's arms guard her sides. It was even worse when he asked her to lift the burn toward him.

She didn't want to question him and sound like an idiot so she did as he told her to. Todoroki leaned forward, over her shoulder, to the point where his lips were almost touching her finger. He puckered his lips together and...blew. The lukewarm stream of air relieved some of the heat while he peeled the wrapper off of the band aid and placed it around her finger. "Sorry that it's Hello Kitty. I don't have anything else."

Momo smiled tentatively, and turned around to face him. When she completed the 180 he slowly retracted his arms from around her, making sure to be a complete gentleman and not touch her once. Todoroki looked nervous, sheepish even, he began rubbing the back of his neck, fearing her response.

"I really feel like I should pay you back Todoroki, that was really kind of you."

She turned back around and reached for two bowls, high in the kitchen's myriad of cabinets. Yaoyorozu wasn't exactly short, but the Todoroki family was extremely tall. She struggled to reach the shelf and deemed it unladylike to climb the counter top. Todoroki didn't miss one beat and again reached over her to grab the dishes.

"You do to much around this house anyways. You do realize you're being paid to sit and watch TV with my siblings, not act like a maid."

Yaoyorozu knew he meant it to be as polite as possible though the delivery was a bit crude. She reached around him to grab a ladle and began to pour soup into his bowl then her own.

"Are you telling me to stop folding all of your laundry because you'd be a mess if it wasn't for me."

Yaoyorozu jested and the slight blush on her cheeks finally calmed down. Todoroki laughed at her small joke, deciding to dismiss the whole thing all together.

Yaoyorozu carried on serving their meal and Todoroki followed her like a shy puppy to his dining room table.

The silence that enveloped them in the dark kitchen was bordering on comfortable to say the most. The only noises heard were the clinks of spoons on porcelain and ever buzzing summer cicadas.

Todoroki shot a look at Yaoyorozu, who was absorbed in her soup and currently adding a pinch more salt to her personal bowl. She was adorable, her hair crowning the tips of her ears ever so gracefully as she pushed it back to lift her spoon to her mouth. Her delicate lips pursed and formed the cutest 'o' Todoroki had ever seen.

He wanted to say something, but just couldn't lift the pressure of the stillness.

Yaoyorozu on the other hand was jittery, she could feel the blatant stare of Todoroki hovering over her ever since the consistent sound of his minor slurping stopped completely. She was a woman of action though and looked up, already offering a thin smile.

Todoroki showed no reaction to her sudden display of awareness. Inwardly he cried with joy, outwardly his face stayed stoic.

The teen babysitter across from him stopped fiddling with her soup bowl all together. Trading the spoon for a lock of her own hair she rolled it between her fingers over and over, a sign of nervousness.

"What's with the flirting?"

She blurted out the most blunt statement of the night, which was saying a lot with Shouto present. As soon as the words left her mouth her hands flew up to cover her betraying lips.

He was shocked, confused, nervous, completely overrun with emotions. When he stayed frozen and didn't respond Yaoyorozu continued speaking out of awkwardness-lifting habit.

"Ever since your parents hired me you've never rested in your antics. What am I to make of it?"

Her diction was polite, but a slight twinge of desperation in her voice showed through. Todoroki shook off his complicated reaction and said it how it was, albeit even he was confused.

"Yaoyorozu I've never flirted with you…"

She looked distraught, panic of her misinterpretation created a fearful mask over her entire body.

"I'm sorry I must have-"

Todoroki interrupted her floundering.

"That doesn't mean I don't want to."

His sheepish demeanor returned, he was in disbelief of what he just said. Todoroki did the opposite of Yaoyorozu in the fact that he made no attempt to speak again and further agitate the awkward situation. Instead he clammed up mentally and physically as shown in his body language.

The void in the air was especially thick, neither one wanted to speak up first. Instead they opted to avoid eye contact and shuffle their feet.

Momo was too emotionally tired to speak first again and shockingly Shouto stepped up into her shoes.

"Did you really think I was flirting with you?"

Todoroki hid his eyes in a downcast glance while Yaoyorozu practically spoke with aggression.

"What was I supposed to think when you held my hands walking me home? Visited my locker personally to return my school books I left here one night? Todoroki you are infuriating!"

With the last puff of her frustration out of her system Momo coughed out of pure shock of her rudeness. She hunched over and hugged her knees to her chest, shielding herself from his response. When it didn't come she peeked over her arms to see a genuine smile emanating from the boy across from her.

Before either of them could get a syllable of their already open mouths a creek was heard from upstairs. Their eyes widened as tiny footsteps made their way from room to room and finally emerged in the form to Natsuo.

"Momo! I'm hungry."

The atmosphere was ruined, yet Shouto and Momo exchanged knowing looks. She gave him a wide grin before hurrying to Natsuo's side, baby voice in full effect.

Shouto stayed at the table, but looked on fondly. He clenched both hands into fists and made a genuine promise to himself. For once, Todoroki really really really resolved to approach Momo next time.

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