#There’s more to this small comic but I was too lazy to finish it（ ; ; ）

[ncroissant]

you can ignore this request but can I ask you to Make a story of Francis mosses and like a housewife reader who has an ignorant husband so when the milkman comes visit she "pays" him very nicely

switch! francis mosses x fem! reader

summary: paying your neighbourly milkman a hefty tip

wc: 2.2k

content warning: nsfw, cheating, double infidelity, masturbation, slight nipple play, soft dom francis energy, slightly subby francis, kind of unrealistic p in v (i was too lazy to write foreplay), creampie, very fluffy

author's note: hii anon, thanks sm for the ask :)) i love this sm and i hope ur okay with some sub married francis teehee >:) this was soooo self-indulgent :O hope u guys enjoy this one !! not proof read, minors please dni!!

your marriage was bland to say the least.

your husband was a busy man, working to provide for you to max out his credit card, but never giving a second of the day. he always blamed his lack of time at home on his job, never taking accountability.

you felt bored. he promised you a life of luxury with no work, but it was boring staying at home all day. weekly visits from cleaners to clean up the apartment gave you absolutely nothing to do at home.

but the longer your husband stayed away, the more time you spent listening in on your neighbors to past the time.

the milkman and his wife were a noisy couple.

you could hear the headboard thunking against the wall, his grunts and her awfully loud moans. he must be so good to her, you thought, feeling your fingers slip down your pj shorts.

you felt yourself passing the time, humping pillows, playing with toys and fucking yourself with your fingers. you could read every book in your apartment, watch tv for god knows how long and still be bored.

but one particular night, you heard a knock on your door.

you perked up, almost skipping to the door in excitement. you haven't had a visitor in ages and it was about time someone kept you some company in this little cage of yours.

"milk delivery." your eyes widened when you fully opened the door, realizing who was in front of you.

the buttons of his uniform were struggling to close, his hands veiny from his grip on the milk box he held in his arms against his stomach. seeing him this late at night was making you think of not so holy thoughts.

"what're you doing here so late? it's almost 9," you peered up at him, unaware of how your breasts nearly spilt out of your lingerie. you were wearing a skimpy little nightgown, forgetful of how you were married and half naked in front of another married man.

he smiled, placing the milk box beside your doorstep. "you're my last stop since we're neighbours. did i disturb you?" he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging.

you felt your heart beating out of your chest, you could feel your fingertips vibrating. "no, not at all..." you bit your lip, feeling your thighs clench tightly.

"i needed some milk for my tea. would you like some as well?" you worked up the courage to ask, looking at him with an expectant look in your eyes. "if you're not tired," you clarified, lifting your hands.

he didn't look like he took much time to think it over, nodding at your suggestion. you didn't wait for a verbal response, ushering him inside, locking the door.

now, here he was, sitting at your kitchen table while you made tea. if only you could see what he could see. the entirety of your back was exposed, a v-cut just above your ass to cover the rest of your lower half.

"chamomile or green tea?" you called out softly, snapping him out of his daze. you looked back at his lack of silence, looking at how flustered he looked for dozing off.

"green tea," he murmured, averting your gaze. he was so comically large, making your kitchen chair look small. his hands were gathered on his lap, his back straight against the backrest, waiting for you to finish making his tea.

you sauntered over to his, leaning your hip against the kitchen table. "n-nice place," he stuttered when he got a closer look of you, trying to break the silence.

you didn't expect him to come in, but now that he was here, you didn't want to waste this perfect opportunity. "mhm...i decorated it myself," you leaned closer, giving him an innocent smile.

"y...you're very good at decorating," he swallowed. his hands were sweating, he felt them grip at his slacks anxiously.

"isn't it so sad that my husband didn't help me decorate at all?" you pouted, puffing out your lower lip. his eyes switched back and forth from your eyes to your lips.

francis mirrored your nod, gulping when he realized how close you were. you placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. "you're very cute, francis," you chuckled as you pulled away.

you scurried away to turn off the stove, watching the water spill out of the kettle. when you reached your hand to grab the kettle, you felt a hand reach over yours to pull you back.

"careful, it's hot." he was pressed up against you, his painfully obvious bulge pressed against your ass. maybe it was because the only thing that was preventing your bare skin from touching his was his shirt, or how small you were compared to him, but he was literally shaking.

you spun around, hands now holding onto his sleeves. "help me onto the counter?" you looked up at him, slowly tugging him towards you.

francis was a loyal man. he was dedicated to his wife, to his work and to everything else. but however wrong he wanted to feel about lifting you onto the counter and smashing his lips onto yours, he just couldn't.

"so pretty," he mumbled against your lips, while your hands found themselves tangled in his brunette locks. "you're so pretty," he was almost whining, brows knit from the intensity of the kiss.

your other free hand cupped his cheek, dragging his even closer to deepen the kiss. his kisses felt even better than imagined. lips soft, tongue warm, sloppy.

you were scared that he would hear the way your heart thumping out of your chest. "f-francis," you'd pant, but he'd be too lost in the way your lips felt against yours to focus on anything else.

he'd pull away to just soak in the sight of you, admire the lips of the woman he just ruined. he'd look at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, watching the way you'd nuzzle against his hand when he wiped away his spit off your lip.

"are we stopping here?" you frowned with a huff, tugging on the loop of his belt. "or can i tip you, hm? for the delivery?" you pleaded, tilting you head to look cuter.

he fell for it, having no intentions of stopping. "yeah, yeah. tip me or whatever, just don't stopping kissing me," he pressed kisses up your neck trailing up to your cheek.

you wanted to chuckle at his neediness, but you were feeling the same. your arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to effortlessly lift you into his arms.

while you two made out, he carried you to you and your husband's shared bedroom, laying you down. he toppled over you, knee nestled between your thighs and arms caging you in his hold.

"i wish you could see yourself right now," he pulled away, his hand trailing up to your chest. your nipples were poking through the thin fabric of your night gown, his fingers toying with the neglected nub.

you jolted, biting your lip to hide an embarrassing moan. "d-do i really look that pretty?" you hide a moan with a laugh, throwing your head to the side when he pinched your nipple lightly.

"you're gorgeous," he sighed, rolling his fingers under your gown to lift it off your body. you were more beautiful than he had even imagined, waiting so patiently for him to do something.

before he leaned down to kiss you again, you tugged at his shirt. "take this off? 's embarrassing being the only one naked," you blushed, his eyes widening.

for a married woman, you were surprisingly inexperienced. francis never heard you getting railed by your husband. he could only hear your pretty whimpers when you pleasured yourself with toys, but never finishing.

he could only chuckle, reminiscing your frustrated sighs when you couldn't get yourself to finish. he smirked knowing now he could take matters into his own hands.

"whatever you want, sweetheart," he effortlessly tugged at his bowtie, unbuttoning his shirt. he was so handsome. lean, but not entirely skinny. bulky, but not too much. he was perfect.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to press your lips against his. "you're so handsome, francis," you cooed. he felt his ears flush from your compliment, his knee riding higher up your thigh.

you moaned when you felt it reach your core, feeling yourself grind on it for more friction. "make me feel good, hm?" you flicked his loose hairs out of his face, making him bite his lip.

"want it inside, francie," your fingers trailed down to your pelvis, slightly opening your folds. his felt his dick throb, his eyes unmoving from your cunt.

almost immediately, he felt his dick throbbing against his suddenly too tight slacks. he grunted as he finally unzipped to let his cock free, his dick slapping against your tummy.

you gulped at the size, looking up at him in awe. "j-just the tip," he whined, his cock sliding against your stomach. a part of him still wanted to be somewhat loyal, but you so badly wanted him in you, your fingers wrapping around the head.

"you're so big," you gasped, your eyes were still widened. he could only rub himself against your fingertips, whimpering at the friction. "just the tip, hm?" you grabbed the head, dragging it down to your entrance.

when francis felt the warmth of your cunt against his cock, he was almost 100% sure his loyalty would be thrown out the window. "j-just the, hngh..."

he felt himself thrust into your wet, soppy cunt almost too quickly, completely devoid of reason. he was nestled so deeply into your core, allowing you to adjust to his massive length.

"i-i'm suhh...sorry, i said just the tip, but i...mnghh..." he could barely get a word out, too lost in the feeling of your tight cunt sucking his cock in. "y-you feel so, so good. it's so good, so..."

he was chanting it like a prayer, babbling whatever came to find. "francis, can you move?" you bluntly asked, guiding his hands to your waist.

almost like a switch, he thrusted into you wildly. his cock was reaching parts that you weren't even sure were possible to reach, especially with your husband's tiny, flimsy cock.

"am i making you f-feel good?" he asked, his lips just barely ghosting over yours. you felt his breath brushing against your face, the neediness evident on his face.

you nod, pressing a kiss on his lips. you moaned against his lips, feeling so full of him. "p-please say it. please say i'm making you feel good, ngh," he pleaded, pressing kisses against your neck.

your eyes were nearly rolling back, the entire galaxy filling your line of sight. "you make me feel so good, francis," you squealed when he hit a specific spot in you.

satisfied with your answer, his pace sped up. he was entirely bottomed out in your cunt, his pelvis pressing against yours.

you felt yourself getting close when his thumb trailed down to your pelvis to roll it against your weeping clit.

the squelches from him fucking you were so vulgar, it made you remember the sounds you heard when he fucked his wife. and finally you were living in the dream you so desperately wanted to come true.

"'m so, so close. m-might cum," you groaned, throwing your head back against the mattress.

he shook his head, feeling his hips stutter. "no, no. wait for me please. wanna cum together, hm?" he panted, mouth filled with saliva. he had grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly.

you could feel the coolness of his wedding ring against your fingers, making yourself get closer. you, a married woman, were fucking married man. the dirtiness of it all excited you so much.

here he was, the man you've been masturbating to for weeks, begging you to cum at the same time. "t-together, right?" he begged, his high coming so, so soon.

his thrusts were getting sloppy and your cunt was getting tighter. you nodded, his lips crashing onto yours, kissing you until you came together.

his cum spilled so deeply into your cunt, filling you generously. "you're so beautiful," he sighed, wiping the sweat soaked strands of hair off your forehead.

he just stayed inside of you for a few minutes, admiring you.

he'd tend to you right after. taking a bath with you, drying your hair for you, cooking you a meal. he did all the things you wished your husband would do for you.

and when it was finally time for him to leave, you'd be in bed sleepily, arms wrapped around his torso, head leaned against his chest. "don't leave," you whined.

he didn't want his wife to question why he came home so late, so staying the night was out of the question. "i'll be back again, okay?" he smoothed out your hair, patting your head.

"i'll be back here tomorrow same time with another delivery, hm?" he smiled, hugging you tightly. you were so cute when you were clingy and nearly asleep.

"i'll tip you again," you yawned, feeling your eyelids get heavier with every blink.

he placed you onto the bed, tucking you in well. he looked at you once more, brushing your hair out of your face. "sweet dreams," he whispered, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

you smiled as you drifted off to sleep, knowing he'd be there same time again tomorrow.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #tnmn #tnmn milkman #milkman #that #that's not my neighbour #that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor #x reader #ncrescent asks

[7077070707]

best friend

feat — gojo satoru

contents & warnings — not proofread because im fucking lazy, mutual pining, friends to lovers, suggestive content, gojo being a dork as per usual

a/n — guys i’m sorry for writing ANOTHER gojo fic but he’s just so fun to write. this is slowly turning into a gojo blog (i hate him). ALSO, im actually a dc girl so i’m with my pookie on this one,,, but like at the same time i might prefer starwars… it’s hard out here, they’re both so peak. um!!! as you can tell i’m oddly passionate about all this comic and movie shit from my stupid rambling so im just gonna stop!!!

you and your best friend satoru trek indoors, both sweaty and fatigued from the blazing summer heat. you’re still finishing off the popsicle that gojo generously bought for you from the convenience store, for the whopping price of ¥180 (a true gentleman, he is). he claimed to be donating to charity, with you being a charity case – so in response you simply kicked him in the back of his knees which resulted him folding like a foldable chair. 

gojo was mindlessly chewing on the remains of his popsicle – that being the stick – and shoves his hands into his pockets. you were both passionately arguing over which franchise was better, and it was quickly becoming more and more heated. 

“dc is soo much better than marvel! what are you talking about?” he whines, pulling his hands out of his pockets and positioning them in a questioning, exasperated manner for the sake of exaggeration and his strong opinion. 

“no! no! no! marvel is cooler, and the movies are top tier. are dc movies as successful as marvel movies? no, i don’t think so.” you defend yourself, pointing an accusatory finger at gojo with some swagger. 

“well yeah, marvel movies are generally better but we’re talking about EVERYTHING, and everyone knows dc comics are superior. ‘cause, you know, the storylines are deeper and over all more interesting. and have you seen some of the art? arkham asylum’s art is insane! ALSO, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW ICONIC BATMAN IS?” 

“i could say the same about spiderman. and iron man–” 

he cuts you off, “okay then, joker too!” 

“shut up! alright, fine… one point to marvel for movies, and one point to dc for comics.” you announce, albeit begrudgingly. 

“hold on, y/n.” leaning forward and wagging his finger stupidly, “there’s still more to it! what about games? or merch? lego adaptations? or even cartoons! maybe we could even add star wars to the mi–” 

“enough! it’s too hot for this, satoru! we can settle this later, and maybe even bring suguru as well, to defend his case for star wars.” 

a flash of disappointment shines upon his face at the mention of suguru, but maybe you were just seeing things. could it be that he was possibly saddened at the thought of his close friend being here? but why? maybe it’s because he wants to be alone with yo– 

‘no, shut up y/n!’ you think to yourself, ‘that’s obviously not the case…’ a small, sad after thought. you blame it on the lingering crush you had on your bestfriend and inwardly sigh. 

after the disappointed face that you claimed to notice, he flashes you a dopey grin and leans back. “alright, fine! you’re on! and damn, it is getting hot. i mean, even hotter. hotter than it was before, like previously–” he stops, “am i.. am i rambling?” 

“well, no. i mean, er– yes, yes you are. but it’s–” you giggle, “it’s cool, satoru. don’t sweat it!” your chest suddenly fills with a warmth, a different kind of warmth to the one the surface of your skin was feeling. 

he recovers and starts, “well, anyway…” he then abruptly takes his shirt off and throws it over his shoulder, his chiselled torso being revealed to you which raises heat to your face.

inside, you're panicking, ‘ohmygod.. what is happening? why is he stripping? huuuh..?’ 

he retrieves a wet rag and drags it across his body, creating wet droplets on his skin which was way more erotic than it should’ve been. the cool rag relieves him of the uncomfortable heat and he groans lowly, tilting his head up.

at the sound, you flush an even deeper red and panic even more, ‘oh my god! why? why is he so casual about this? i mean, how would he feel if i were to suddenly strip and wash myself with a wet towel? and make erotic noises as well! or am i making this an even bigger deal than it is? curse me and my brain…’ 

you stare shamefully at him, averting your eyes every now and then as an attempt to protect your wavering dignity. 

he catches your eye, and a shit eating grin presents itself on his face, “y/n? you alriiight? why is your face so red?” he teases, elongating his words and taking the piss out of you. 

you position yourself into a fighting stance, and retort defensively, “what? my face isn’t red! what are you talking about?” 

“why are you getting so riled up then? i’m only pulling your tail, ya know! unless you're actually flustered?” he quipped, inching closer to you. 

“go to hell gojo!” 

“why are you so flustered anyway?” he inquired, as if he wasn’t displaying his god-like body in front of you like a piece of exquisite art, “wait!” he lets out an exaggerated gasp, raising his hand to his mouth and you prepare yourself for the ‘shocking’ revelation his stupid little head cooked up, “you’re staring at my body! heeeey!” 

you grind your teeth, about to swing your fist at him. 

“i mean, i don’t blame you. girls are crazy over me.” he boasts, making you feel even more idiotic, “but hey, i’m crazy over you too!” you halt your actions and pause. 

“wait… what?” you croak out.

“you best believe it, pretty!” 

“you… you like me?” stunned by this unexpected declaration, “you like me, too?”

the boy smiles fondly at you, “of course. i just didn’t know how to confess… so i simply decided to do it on a whim, ya know – when my heart felt the fullest and all that cheesy crap.” 

“awww. gojo, you like me! that’s so cute!” 

his face gains an adorable pink flush, uncharacteristically flustered from your comment, and he sputters out, “wait what? why are the tables turning? when did the tables turn? how are the tables turning?!” 

giggling behind your hands, you assured him good naturedly, “well, just so you know. i like you too.” 

deadpanning at you, “i figured.” 

giggling once more, you twirl towards him and place a sweet kiss on the cheek of your now ex-best friend.

(bonus)

satoru smiles at the contact, but a burning question arrises, “so wait, does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

you ponder for a moment, scrunching your face — gojo copying your expression, “err yeah, i think so! is that how it works?”

“how about i take you out on a date, pretty?” he suggests, finger gunning at you and flashing his signature goofy grin.

#does anyone get the reference hehe #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff #friends to lovers #mutual pining #gojo pining #jjk gojo #jjk fluff

[bellyprincess]

It's not that you're messy or lazy, but with how much a spoil you, you don't need to clean. So when you swelled with my babies and suddenly began nesting, it was a surprise.

I came home to find you scrubbing the kitchen counters. Your hips and butt blew up to carry your massive belly, resulting in a wardrobe that didn't fit. Your fertility backside was exposed as you diligently cleaned. Your front was no better, an outgrown bra kept your boobs in place but did nothing in the name of decency.

You struggled to clean the counter, you belly bumping onto the edge constantly. One hand soothed the babies upset with the collision while the other wiped the counter. Your tits jiggled violently and your butt wobbled from the motion. You gasped when you felt me caress you curves and kiss your neck.

I press into your plump rear and you start to shoo me away. Your bra feels tighter as you remind me that sex makes your boobs leak. Seeing how cleaning the house is the only thing you care about, I back off, saying I won't stop you from doing that.

You return to cleaning, scrubbing a particularly tight stain. You're knocked forward as I start thrusting into you, my pants now down at my ankles. You moan, knowing how much you love it. You tits fall out of your bra and start spraying milk over the counter you just cleaned.

I pause, letting you wipe the milk. The second you do, another drop splashes onto the surface. You desperately try to keep it clean while I'm making you spill milk all over. Soon the pleasure of too much and you give up on cleaning, pushing your fat pregnant booty against me while I fuck you over the counter.

This one is so 🥰😍🥵

I've always hated feeling useless and even more so now that I'm pregnant. Of course, you spoil me how I should be spoiled, to where I don't even need to lift a manicured finger, much less try and move the boulder attached to my front. But that just makes me feel even more useless, so I had to do something around the house, even if it's clean up.

Of course, you would come and try to ruin that, wouldn't you? You're so adamant that I should be sitting with the belly the size I have right now. But as long as I rub my belly while it slaps against the counter a little, all those babies inside start to calm down. Clothes have long since fit me, so it's not unusual to see me in just a pair of panties and bra that's four cup sizes too small, areola and nipples nearly spilling out of the cups.

I didn't think you'd be able to keep your hands to yourself, so I expected it when your cock shoved inside of me, maybe I was even hoping for it. As you fucked me, milk sprayed all over the counter, it almost looked comical. The bra didn't hold my tits for a single thrust before my fat nipples slipped out and started gushing. After trying to clean up and only having more milk spray out, I gave up. The counter was going to be coated in milk after you finished fucking me, but I didn't care.

My fat ass pushed back and jiggled as I begged for more of your cock while my belly was so big my puffy belly button was grazing the floor. The feeling only made me moan more as I bounced back onto your thick cock. I'm moaning like a true slut now, begging for your cum just like I did when my belly was empty and my ass was so much smaller than it was now. I couldn't wait to push all these babies out just so you can fuck more into me.

#💌{love letters}💌 #🤰🏼{my writing}🤰🏼 #pregnant captions #multiples #pregnancy #minors dni #not sfw #pregnant #lactation #lactating kink #breast expansion #ass expansion #weight gain

[xocasper]

Warm October Nights

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Nine - Cockwarming Warnings: NSFW content Tags: cockwarming, praise kink, riding, soft sex Word Count: 2320 A/N: Is the title a cop-out? Sure. You’ve got the words ‘October’ and ‘warm’ in there though, so it’s fitting enough. Also, Yellowcard is great. I rest my case. This one’s pretty short, but I wrote it a few months ago. As previously mentioned, anything after September is unnecessarily long. Enjoy!

It was around six o’clock on a Sunday night, evident by the way that the day seemed to drag on, slow and boring despite the early morning sun that shone through your window, promising a picture-perfect day. Maybe it had the potential to be pleasant, but Gerard had locked himself away in his office, busying himself with concept art for a comic. This wasn’t uncommon, but you were used to lazy Sunday mornings with him, curled up in bed until ten o’clock, filled with giggles and stolen kisses until you finally got up. From there, you would cook breakfast together–typically pancakes–with Gerard’s arms wrapped around your waist and his head tucked in the crook of your neck, rambling about the little things that never failed to make you smile.

This morning wasn’t like that though, Gerard giving you a sweet peck on the forehead at only eight o’clock before hiding away in his office. You knew he was busy, so you didn’t fret too much, although you did miss him a bit throughout the day. Once, you checked up on him, asking if he wanted lunch, but he gave you a small smile and shook his head, telling you he’d be finished soon. That was five hours ago, and there had been no sight of him.

Books only kept you so much company throughout the day, and cleaning didn’t distract you quite as long as you had hoped, leaving you bored out of your mind as the minutes ticked by. You had lost a few hours along the way, eventually finding that it was nearing dinnertime, which gave you a solid reason to go see Gerard again.

Light knocks at the door snapped him out of the trance he was in, buried so deep in his work that he almost missed it. He’d had a long day, and he was more than happy to have a break, or at least a bit of company.

“Come in,” he called softly, easing up when he saw you in the doorway. You always made him smile, his heart fluttering the same way it did when you met. “Hey hun, what’s up?”

“Can I sit with you?” you asked him, understanding if he was too busy. A wave of relief washed over you as he nodded and beckoned you over, patting his thigh as you closed the door behind you.

In your mind, there was no place more comfortable than Gerard’s lap, sitting placidly against his chest. His arms hooked under yours and his head rested on your shoulder as he continued to work, your eyes transfixed on his hand as he did so. Proudly, he wore his wedding band, shining under his warm desk lamp. No matter how many times you saw it, you would never get over how it felt to be shown off and cherished by him.

About ten minutes had passed before you began to grow restless, shifting ever so slightly in his lap. Gerard had predicted this the second you walked in, knowing that he wouldn’t get much work done. He didn’t mind, of course, but he would play dumb for as long as possible. Besides, he’d take time with you over work any day.

It was nothing he couldn’t handle at first, a bout of squirming every fifteen seconds or so. The wiggling was definitely manageable in his opinion, as he was still perfectly capable of scribbling down notes and sketching faces, so he saw no reason for you to stop. You, on the other hand, were trying your best to stay still, grateful each time you were able to move. It was a hard battle, and you could certainly leave the room, but it didn’t seem like you could tear Gerard away from his desk any time soon.

You had a bit more trouble handling it after that, realizing that the squirming was not only making you more restless, but it was causing another problem. Every time you moved, you would brush right against his thigh, creating sweet friction that was causing a growing need for something more. You were already embarrassed by how wet you were growing just from sitting in his lap, but it would pale in comparison to how you’d feel if you were caught; which, unbeknownst to you, Gerard was already well aware of the situation.

At least you didn’t know, anyway, for about five more minutes. Your not-so-subtle attempts to relieve the ache between your thighs had led to him growing exponentially hard, his semi rubbing against you with each shift. He didn’t say anything until you knew you’d been caught, as he could hear the faint hitch in your breath as you noticed his erection.

“Sit still, alright?” he mumbled, kissing your neck softly before getting back to work–not that he was really doing anything, but if it meant dragging this out, he’d keep the act up.

You let out a soft ‘mhm’, trying your best to focus on anything but your arousal. There wasn’t much that you could do though, not when you were so close to him, Gerard occupying every inch of your mind.

He moved his left hand to your waist, soft and warm as his skin met yours. You could hear his steady breathing, and how it would pause every now and then, brows knitted together in thought as he chewed his bottom lip. The sight of his hand gliding across a nearly full sheet of paper, finding nooks and crannies to make little notes in made you smile, admiring his neat handwriting. He smelled of old books and espresso, an aroma that fit him perfectly, radiating an air of coziness wherever he went. And as he turned to give you a tender kiss, you could taste his morning coffee, faint and sweet, and reminiscent of the man himself.

Everything around you just seemed to remind you of how badly you needed him, and although you tried to stay still as requested, it became increasingly difficult as time flew by. Slowly, you rocked your hips downward, hoping it wasn’t too obvious–of course it was though. You quickly realized that he was fully hard, and there was no chance he couldn’t feel you.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, honey,” he told you, a smile playing on his lips as he peppered kisses on the crook of your neck.

You hummed in response, embarrassment returning, but you knew he didn’t mind. “Keep me warm while I work and I’ll give you what you want, okay?” His voice was chaste and soothing, a stark contrast to his amorous implications.

“Okay,” you agreed, sliding off his lap for a moment.

You could’ve sworn he was being slow on purpose, or maybe you were just restless, but it definitely seemed like he was taking his sweet time. He knew what he was doing, slowly letting his boxers pool around his ankles, suppressing a grin at your impatience.

With delicate fingers, he tugged down your panties, staring up at you with soft eyes despite his intentions. It was then that he noticed you were wearing an old t-shirt of his, which wasn’t particularly uncommon. At the moment though, it acted as a sign of possession, making his cock twitch at the knowledge that you were his.

He was gentle as he guided you over, holding your hips as you found a comfortable position before letting you sink down on your own. Gerard’s self-control was more than impressive, remaining stoic and returning to his work while you struggled to do the same. Now, that wasn’t to say it was ineffectual, his head completely empty as you wrapped your legs around his waist, returning the sweet neck kisses he had given you earlier. He certainly tried to finish what he was doing, but the wet warmth of your cunt had him in a state of bliss–not to mention how you’d clench around him every now and then.

Although it was tempting, he refused to give in so soon, having you wait as promised. He found himself writing down the most subpar ideas, just to make it seem like he was doing something, gripping his pen hard enough to turn his knuckles white. You had completely given up on staying still after about five minutes, rocking your hips against his gently, moaning softly in his ear in hopes of getting him to crack. Unfortunately, he caught on, one of his hands swiftly landing on your hip to hold you in place, though you didn’t miss the breathy moan he let out before your movements ceased.

“Please, Gerard,” you pleaded, and he could practically hear your pout. He stayed strong though, only humming questioningly. “I love how you feel inside me, but please. I need you.”

He didn’t offer you more than a slow kiss, hoping it was enough to hold you over for a few more minutes. “Just a little bit longer,” he assured you, and you sighed dejectedly, trying your best to keep yourself distracted.

That was easier said than done though, and after fifteen minutes of pure torture, Gerard finally gathered his papers and put them aside. You were aching with want, yearning for movement after keeping your composure for so long. You weren’t rewarded right away though, no. Seeing as you had waited a while already, Gerard figured there was no harm in testing your patience a bit more.

At least this time his attention was on you, pulling you back to meet your eyes, needy and pleading as you stared back. He stayed quiet, deep in thought as he ran his knuckles along your jawline, fingers uncurling as he cupped your face. His thumb brushed against your cheek, smoothing over the skin before pressing his lips to yours. It was slow and passionate, and though it was lovely, you craved his touch elsewhere.

Obviously, he knew, making sure to spend as much time above the waist as he could, seeing just how long it would take for you to be a desperate mess. You were responsive at first, grinding against him as he kissed you, but he stopped you once more, holding your thighs against his own. He received a short whine in response, almost beginning to pity you.

“Please,” you breathed as he pulled away. “Please fuck me.”

God, was it tempting. The brokenness of your voice already, crumbling so easily before he could really even touch you. “I don’t know,” he said, thumbs rubbing patterns on your thighs. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please.”

He smiled gently, kissing you again as his hands trailed up your shirt, securing them on your waist while you took the opportunity to rock your hips against his. Gerard could feel himself giving in, getting a power trip as you desperately ground against him, silently begging to be touched. He studied you closely as he lifted your hips, moaning as you sunk down again, greedily taking every inch of him.

Gradually, you set a steady pace, his hands staying flush against your skin as you fucked yourself on him, leaving him entranced by the way his cock disappeared inside of you, whines and moans bubbling up in your throat all the while. He was thick and always filled you up so well, a variety of unholy sounds escaping him as you enveloped his dick in wet heat, your tight cunt feeling perfect around him.

He never failed to remind you of this either, praise rolling off his tongue as you rode him with ardor. “So perfect, so pretty,” he told you in between kisses, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze.

Somehow, Gerard always managed to sweeten the most sinful acts, kissing and speaking to you as if his hips weren’t snapping against yours, and you weren’t making obscene noises because of it. It was a wonderful contradiction though, and you savored every moment of it, his rambles of how good you were only egging you on, bringing you closer to orgasm.

He could tell you were close, placing his hand on yours and trailing it down before pressing against your abdomen. Maybe it was the sensation itself, or how he held your hand as he did it, but the light pressure had you crashing into release. Everything seemed to blur for a moment, and once more, the only consistency was Gerard and the buck of his hips as he came buried inside of you.

You admired the relaxed expression on his face, listening to his breathing as it steadied, his head tilting back and exposing the length of his neck, pale and pretty as you kissed it. In one hand, he held yours, while the other slithered up under your chin, your lips slotting against his. Every move he made was delicate, whether it was stroking your hand tenderly as he kissed you, or the way he rested his forehead against yours as he pulled away.

“Hey,” he breathed, eyes full of love as he stared into yours. “I missed you.”

Even though it had only been about ten hours, you had missed him too. More often than not, your schedules were packed, so weekends were a time to spend with each other. When work got in the way though, you found yourselves missing the other more than usual.

“I missed you too,” you said, pecking his lips and curling back into his chest.

For now, you could savor the last few minutes you had like this before it was time to worry about dinner and other mundane tasks. He had no issue staying there either, holding you close while the rest of the world faded away into nothingness, leaving the two of you alone to revel in the sweet afterglow. With another glimpse at your softened features, Gerard knew he was right where he wanted to be–blissed out and in love on a Sunday evening.

kinktober taglist: @clichedlovers  @halloweenbitch2764  @lubbockshusband @cigarettesandalcohols  @couldbegayer1234  @doc-martens-enthusiast @yachiiko @becausethedrugsneverwork @enchantinghouseofwh0res @dangerouslittlefairy @chronicallythicc @zggystrdst  @partypoisonzz @blueouid

#gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #mcr x reader #mcr smut

[poppy-metal]

poppy…i am thinking about how eddie would love to listen to all your “nerdy” interests. comics, novels, tv shows, or movie series. seeing your eyes light up and hands move around with so much vigor about some small detail that piqued your interest makes his chest flutter. he needs to touch you to see if you’re even real. you feel his calloused fingertips graze your thighs, inching towards the hem of your shorts slowly. when you slip up on your babblings all he says is “keep going mama, i wanna hear more”. his doe eyes have a certain flair to them. you’ve seen that mischievous look before. before you can even process anything, he’s pulling down your panties. you try to protest but all eddie says is “aht aht ah, what happened next?”. his curls brush against your thighs as you fight to keep your voice clear while telling him more about your special interest. a whine leaves your lips as his warm breath makes your cunt flutter. he then proceeds to eat you out like starving animal. tongue lapping every drop of you and suckling on your puffy clit. occasionally adding a “mhm” or “ah” as you keep trying to add details with whines and whimpers. if you stop talking, his tongue stops too. you have to finish for him to make you cum. and once you do, eddie flashes a lazy smile, whispering out, “thank you for sharing”. if you accuse him of not listening and just wanting to hear you stutter while he makes a mess of you, he’ll grip your chin and recite every detail back to you. eddie’s a sucker for people with geeky sides, he’s an even bigger sucker for hearing them whine for him.

he's so- when he- when- when.

#ask #eddie spaghetti #man #eddie munson smut

[pianocat939]

Mayhaps I request a platonic Yandere(if you do thoses) Rottmnt with a MC that is viewed or is their little sibling?

I hope you have have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!

I only have 2 more requests to finish before moving on to the next set yay! The next set is like 16 requests so that'll probably take a month to finish ;-;.

I haven’t done any non-Hcs things recently so why not.

Tw: overprotective behaviour, Mikey's a hypocrite,

Hypocritical Feelings

(MC is a turtle mutant like the bros)

The sun settled down into the depths of the horizon, painting the sky of New York a dark shade of blue. The city's children head off to bed, the teenagers lay awake in their beds scrolling through any media they can find, and the adults rush through the streets, trying to get home. Yet deep in the sewers of the megapolis is a family of mutants: five turtle siblings and their lazy rat father.

The stroke of midnight is noon to this household, which is the time for lunch. The second youngest prepares lunch for the siblings, his skilled three-fingered hands adding spices to the dish. Once finished, he walks to the living room to announce the meal is ready.

"Raph, Leo! I finished cooking lunch!" He calls out to the elder two, already wandering off to the next destination.

"Please tell me it's the tempura rice bowl we've been so hyped for~" Leo, who previously was reading comics, jumps up from the couch, excitedly marching to the kitchen in excitement. Raphael follows behind him, his long tail wagging in joy.

The oranged-masked turtle heads off to his twin's room, swinging his arms as he does so. He lightly knocks on the door before opening it, slipping his head in through the crack. "Y/n, lunch is served!" He waits for a few seconds for them to answer, blinking a couple of times.

They soon notice him and reply, "'Kay, let me finish this first." They focus back on the activity, silently signaling to him he can go back to the kitchen.

He obliges, shutting the door and heading for the middle child's lab.

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The siblings sit at the high table and munch on their food, enjoying the exquisite taste. Raphie is almost finished with his entire bowl, seemingly devouring the delicacy.

"'Angelo, I must say this is one of the better dishes of your craft!" The lab-technician compliments, biting a piece of the crispy fried shrimp

"Thanks! I found a really good market that has some of the best ingredients." He grins, his legs wiggling a little with happiness.

Soon enough the siblings have finished their meals and have headed off to do their own things, leaving only the younger set of twins in the room.

"Hey Mikey, do you mind if you could cover for me?" Y/n asks, slight uncertainty laced in their voice.

"What do you mean by 'cover'?" He sassily juts out his hip a little, drying the dishes.

They hesitate, doing a few taps on the countertop. "Well, there's this really cool shop I wanted to visit...And I wanna go alone this time."

The room suddenly quiets, a tense atmosphere developing. Mikey freezes, eyes wide in shock. His brain short-circuits on him, no thoughts running through his head.

"EXCUSE ME? ALONE? NO WAY!" He exclaims, gripping the fragile plate so hard it almost shatters underneath the pressure.

"Oh but come on! You literally picked up the Lou Jitsu game alone a few months ago! I should totally be allowed to go to a shop!" They argue back, a small pout forming on their face.

Mikey wiggles a finger, shaking his head in the process. "Nope! Nuh-uh! I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Just then, Raph walks in, carrying a barbell in one of his hands. "I hear bickering. What's goin' on?"

Mikey turns to him dramatically holding out a hand in his twin's direction, "Y/n wants to go shopping, alone!"

Raph immediately frowns, jerking his head to them. "I barely let Mikey go, but you, definitely not."

"Don't you guys think you're a bit too overprotective?"

"No."

Like a dramatic effect from a movie, both Leo and Donnie enter as well, seemingly attracted to the commotion from the three.

"Guys, me and Donnie are trying to have our weekly 'who's better at video games' competition! We do not need all this noise; except for cheering that is."

"Yeah, I agree. The sound is not quite enjoyable background music."

"Y/n's trying to leave! ALONEeEeeEEee!" Mikey runs to Donnie, embracing his plastron in distress. D'Nello stiffens in response, leaning back in disgust.

"Oh great- wait what! What are you doing trying to go out alone! What if you get run over by an ice cream truck!" Leo approaches Y/n his hands on his hips.

"First of all, I am not getting run over by an ice cream truck. Two, I should be fine! If Mikey can do it, so can I!" They open their arms, frustrated with their brothers.

"Mh well, let's see. I can confirm that you have a 100% chance of getting run over by an ice cream truck if you are to go out alone." Donnie pushes Mikey to Leo, at his limit for physical touch.

"Wha-"

"Alright guys, let's go watch Leon and Donald have their competition!" Raph interrupts the youngest, pushing everyone out of the kitchen and towards the arcade.

Y/n huffs, and crosses their arms, ready to take a run for it.

Why can't they go out alone just for a limited edition Jupiter Jim figure?

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I really need to brush up on longer pieces. It just seems like a picture with only characters

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #mikey #donnie #raph #leo

[lx1920jmax]

Instead of a preface, here will be an eloquent picture with chibi magicians (a joke, it's not really chibi, I just like to simplify my style so much because I find it cute or when I'm lazy.)

So, as promised, here is the continuation of my joke mini-comic. I decided to make a continuation with them separately, and we will start with Ogron.

His answer is "yep", and my answer is "nope". Duman just couldn't miss the opportunity to laugh at him.😁😁😁

It really wasn't difficult, since he and Anagan have almost the same size of clothes, except that Ogron is slightly taller and more elongated in build. (And you all expected that his clothes would be too small for him, right? Hehe.😏😏😏)

In fact, he is squeezed by these clothes, no less than Anagan, he is just more restrained. (But there is also some truth in Ogron's words.)

(But my personal verdict on this is: he's just lucky that his ass is flat, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to pull on this skirt.😆😆😆)

A sequel with Gantlos will be released later. (It's not finished.)

#my artwork #artwork #art #artists on tumblr #dark wizards #digital art #digital drawing #drawings #illustration #digital aritst #wizards of the black circle #black circle #winx villains #winx duman #duman #metamorph #winx gantlos #gantlos #anagan #winx anagan #winx ogron #ogron #mini comic #clothing exchange #funny #chibi #2023

[sphnyspinspin]

[About Blog]

- This is my Transformers fan blog! I usually just draw and write and that’s about it. Considering I have trouble getting new ideas in my noggin I decided to open REQUESTS and ASKS. But I’ll only be taking a few at time—you know the whole OPEN and CLOSED signs will be very prominent. This’ll go for both drawing and writing stuff.

There’s probably going to be more stuff to add on to this so make sure to see if I updated anything important on here like DNI or ASKS and REQUESTS.

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[DNI]

- Homophobic -

- Transphobic -

- TERFs -

- Sexist -

- Racist -

- NSFW -

- Proshipper -

- Ableist -

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[ASKS]

1) Can Accept

- Pretty much anything that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. And I can be slow when it comes to checking my inbox so if you like what I do here, you might have to be a little patient. I like it when people just come by to say hi or compliment my work, so don’t be afraid to do so. You don’t need to feel obligated to spare my feelings too, I can take criticism when I need it.

2) Won’t Accept

- AGAIN! NOTHING CREEPY! Don’t ask me about personal stuff please, I’ll update small bits on how I’m doing, don’t be pushy. And don’t send me random links without context or at least a small description, it gives off creepy vibes.

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[Fandoms]

- Transformers: Rescue Bots : Good God, this show was like the very first layer of my TF hyper fixation—not my biggest fixation just my first.

- Transformers: Rescue Bots Academy : THIS SHOW is my biggest fixation it’s so cute and wholesome and clever and fun it is such a good show I love the characters so much.

- Transformers: Cyberverse : PLEASE—this show is AWESOME, I praise it for the characters, the story, the character designs, the animation, the EVERYTHING(this is where I personally think Soundrod first originated).

- Transformers: Robots In Disguise 2015 : Hear me out, this show is actually kinda funny in a non-ironic way I promise, and the designs aren’t half bad.

- Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye : I have read zero TF MTMTE and I never plan to because I would actually die from dehydration after crying so long; but the fandom makes me laugh and I like the art.

- Transformers: Lost Light : Again I have read zero Lost Light comics and I don’t plan on it; because I feel like I know enough just from the memes.

- Transformers: Animated : This show SHOULD be more popular, and it’s the main reason I have my artstyle today (and please don’t bully me but when I found out my fave characters dies I stopped watching….. like immediately………. I didn’t finish season one).

- Transformers: Earthspark : This show, oh my god, I have a love-dread relationship with it; it has so much care-free positivity, an adorable group of characters, nice designs with world-building being amazing so far, but I know for a fact it will destroy me sooner or later. P.S. it already has

- Transformers: Botbots : This. This…. Where do I begin; oh right, literally the TF fandom parody—like I know for a fact that 85% of the characters’ personalities are inspired by random TF tumblr posts, you can’t deny that.

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[Side-Blogs]

1) @transformers-bold-bright-brisk

- My blog for my TF fan Continuity project. Right now it’s mostly drafts and concept art and writings,

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[Communication]

1) Follower Interactions

- I will do my best to answer ASKS because I am terrible at checking my inbox. Also, I’m going to try and reply to comments, but if I stop doing that—it’s not because I don’t like you guys, it’s cause I’m lazy and I usually don’t have anything interesting to reply back with. And please read my DNI, ASKS, and REQUESTS boxes before interacting, thanks. Also ask stuff will be tagged as either #sphny asks (𖦹////𖦹)•*°⊹ or #sphny answers (𖦹0 𖦹)•*°⊹

2) Mutual Interactions

- Hey! If you followed me and I followed you back and somehow we were able to become regular chit chat buddies from either in the tags, reblog games, DMing, and etc. then you probably know me enough to understand my thought process when I talk to people. And if you’re a new mutual and actually want to interact with each other more than same goes for you—read my DNI, ASKS, and REQUESTS boxes. I respect your boundaries, you respect mine—win win. I would honestly be very excited to talk to me people on this platform, I just get a little bit shy/anxious sometimes

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[Posting]

1) Art

- When I post my art I’ll usually tag it under #sphny arts (𖦹w𖦹)•*°⊹. And right now I’ve been posting A LOT of RBA fanart. But if I feel really motivated to draw requests I’ll do my best to draw TF characters from other continuities in my style too.

2) Writing

- What I write consists of drabbles, headcannons, one shots, short-reviews, and other opinions I have that I like to share with the world. And I’ll give an itty bitty irl update just to notify I’m still alive. And they’re going to be tagged under #sphny speaks (𖦹<𖦹)•*°⊹ #sphny alternates universe (𖦹ㅁ𖦹)•*°⊹ #sphny originates character (𖦹▿𖦹)•*°⊹

3) Reblogging

- Oh boy. I reblog a very random assortment of posts. I reblog from mutes, followers, and strangers all the time. I’ll partake in reblog games I tag under #reblog shenanigans which would always be a new uquiz or for picrew challenges it would be #picrew shenanigans. When I reblog art or literally anything I COMPLIMENT THEM IN TAGS! And in the actual text part if I’m super eccentric about it too. And they’ll be tagged under #sphny reblogs (𖦹Q𖦹)•*°⊹

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[Social Media]

- TikTok : sphnyspinspin2006 (There’s literally only three posts to my name)

- Instagram : sphnyspinspin (Barely Active)

- DeviantArt : sphnyspun (I never use this)

- Discord : sphnyspinspin (I’m VERY shy)

- AO3 : sphnyspinspin (I write very little on here)

#hiiiii #masterlist #master post #boundaries #blog rules #I’m still figuring out what I want to do with this blog #if I feel the need to update this I will #main tags—> #my art #one shot #reblog shenanigans #transformers #maccadam #maccadams

[returnofthemackerel]

My boyfriend gave me enough confidence to draw whatever I want and now I’m the most insufferable person anyway. Also ignore the ramble that I’m accompanying with the drawing just trying to get back in the hang of writing

The pair finally made their way back into one of the save rooms. The most recent stretch of exploration had been brutal. Hallways were flooded with zombies that they constantly pushed away from themselves and peeled off of each other. The zombies were relentless. To make things worse, Mack was scared half to death when two had broken into the mansion through the windows, the piercing sound of shattered glass overwhelming their sensitive ears. It wasn’t new for them to have to deal with the constant overstimulating environment of the mansion, but that had brought them to a near breaking point.

Luckily for now that was all over. The two of them were speckled with blood; however there were bottles of what they assumed was water inside one of the cabinets, which the two used to not feel as filthy. The remainder was for treating their wounds. While the whole situation was horrific, Mack found treating each other worked wonders for their nerves. There was something about the tender intimacy that came with looking out for one another whilst trying to do so as carefully and painlessly as possible.

Mack was sat on the bed as Wesker kneeled slightly to their level, his brows furrowed in focus as he cleaned the wounds on the bridge of his partner’s nose. The two hadn’t had much time to really breathe or even talk much than occasional quips(not to mention, Wesker wasn’t even that talkative even when friendly, but he seemed even more occupied than normal), but Mack didn’t really mind. Their brain felt like it was in a fog, but his presence helped them be okay with that, given Wesker didn’t really expect their thoughts to be clear after everything.

The captain opened Mack’s backpack, which they had dropped by the door. There was lazy, joking protest about him taking their ‘loot’, but it was necessary to get the band-aids out. It was a bit comical to have him use these tiny bandages, given the injuries they’ve sustained lately weren’t exactly something bandaids could fix. Mack even let out a little scoff when Wesker gingerly placed the band-aid over their nose. Their nostrils crinkled from the slightly irritating feeling but they couldn’t help but smile. It faded after a moment, though. It was hard for them to keep things together like Wesker did.

“Can we… Take a break? Please? I’m exhausted,” Mack pleaded gently, once Wesker had finished patching himself up(he insisted Mackerel sit back and relax, so they’d busied themselves with murmuring about random things to him after Wesker’s insistence. He liked to listen to them ramble about just about anything, really. 

Wesker didn’t really need to consider this given Mack’s shaken up, tired condition. He sat down next to them, his tail seeming to go from a more stiff, alert position to more relaxed, gently having wrapped around their wrist for a moment. He gave the klepto cat a small smile and pulled them into his arms. Mack accepted this gesture with gratitude and a deep sigh, hiding their face in his chest for a moment. Given they were both still wearing most of their tactical gear due to just being too tired to take it off, you’d think they were uncomfortable, but no. Definitely could be worse, at least.

It didn’t take long for Wesker’s partner to pass out, snoring softly. Their tail twitched, and after a few minutes Mack’s protector had felt a bit more drowsy himself. His gloved hand lightly ran through their hair with a sigh. It was nice for them both to get a moment of peace, though Albert had too many things on his mind to really fully relax. It wasn’t enough for him to turn back or change his plans he’d worked so hard on, but he was worried about where Mackerel would end up by the end of all of this. He was afraid to admit it, but they were important to him. For now, though, he just allowed himself to cherish what was likely one of the last peaceful moments they’d ever have together.

#resident evil #re #albert wesker #doodle #oc #re fanart #resident evil oc #original character #art #catboy wesker #catboy #nyanbinary #rambling #short story #writing practice #I’m sorry if the writing is cringe #pls don’t read #Proshippers dni #meowbert whisker

[funkymbtifiction]

I'm being lazy, listless and lifeless and lost and so irresponsible. Any tangible ways,tips i could take to be more independent, responsible ..

The choice is yours, as to how you spend your day. If you feel you are being lazy -- stop procrastinating and take action. If you feel like you are without passion and "lifeless," go to a therapist to help you work through your depression. If you feel lost, sit down and figure out what you want from life and what you want to bring to it, and write up your own personal manifesto (here is what I want to accomplish; here is how I want to interact with people, this is my mission). If you feel like you are irresponsible, start doing the opposite. What is being responsible? Getting up earlier so you are on time? Finishing a task instead of not doing it? Taking care of chores before pleasure?

Make it real, tangible. Nitty gritty. Get it written down, make a list, and start doing it. Abstractions will get you nowhere. Identify in writing what you don't like about yourself, and then write down what you intend to do about it... and do it.

and how do I find my sense of purpose, vision back as i feel nothing, nothing strong, just sadness.

This suggests a strong depression, for which you should seek professional guidance and help from a qualified therapist trained to help people through depressive episodes. But beyond that, you often need to create your sense of purpose based on what you want, rather than assuming it exists somewhere outside yourself. Who do you want to be? Look around. Look within. Deal with your sadness. What is causing it? A loss? a trauma? the shock of reality? Deal with those feelings. Journal through them. Read books on grief. Watch YouTube videos to see how others deal with it. Educate yourself. Engage with the world.

I'm not obsessed about anyone,just lost idealistic visions, hopes and dreams and came in terms with reality and practical life goals which seem too small and confined and not parallel to really helping the world be a better place, just seeming like a small life, profession.

I can relate to this, it's the bane of being an NF. We assume our lives need to be enormous to have any kind of impact, but in reality... life is cleaning the cat box, and grocery shopping, and monotony. We power through the monotony so we can do what we want, which is to figure out how to inspire people and be creative. So, think about the worth of a small life. Isn't it worth living? Is there beauty to be found in small things? In intimate relationships instead of grand platforms? In being there for your family when wonderful things happen, or when sad things happen?

Why do you feel you need to make a huge impact? Ponder that. Sit with it. Is it pride? A belief that if you don't contribute, you are not worth anything? Can you help the world be better? If so, how are you going to do it? A blog? a video blog? by writing articles? by doing a podcast? writing books? launching a creative space for artists? by standing up for someone? volunteering in an animal shelter? Turn on your sensing function. What can you do here and now that makes a positive difference for someone? Does it have to be huge, or can you just do a random act of kindness for someone, or send them a card in the mail to surprise them? life is often in the minute details.

i read healthy fe use for Infj requires they contribute to the world and feel universally connected in a sense.

Healthy Fe in an INFJ means caring about what other people are thinking or feeling, showing them empathy and sympathy when they open up to you, being aware of what you are doing having an impact on them, and attuning yourself to their needs and feelings. You don't have to have a grand contribution; you can be just as happy and worthwhile being a Star Trek-loving nerd who reads books all the time and just works so she can afford to go to Comic Con, while her real passion is her blog or her cats.

Stop thinking and pondering and spinning your wheels. Start doing.

#question #mbti

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (Cimino, 1974)

Decided to give this a rewatch after having (re)watched a bunch of Michael Cimino movies earlier this year, and also because I saw it appear under the “Leaving Soon” banner on Tubi. Yes, yes, I know nothing really leaves Tubi and the titles that “leave” have a mysterious way of reappearing a short while later. But that sense of false urgency was enough to get me to pull the trigger. Just this once. I will likely not form a habit of keeping an eye out for what’s about to leave Tubi in a given month, sweating profusely as I scramble to watch as many of them as I can. At this point I’m too lazy to form new habits.

Anyway, as for the movie, while it feels a lot smaller and more relaxed than some of Cimino’s later efforts, there are definitely similarities with The Deer Hunter. Both movies have an appreciation for the American landscape and the way it can make the characters seem small and insignificant. (And on this note, I was somewhat annoyed that the transfer on Tubi cropped it from its original 2.35:1 aspect ratio. The movie still looks good in this cropped form, but I do not think this version does quite the same justice to these vistas. I’ve noticed this with a handful of other studio titles as well. Alas, this is the price one must pay to use this ostensibly free streaming service.) Both movies have a feel for rhythm and get great mileage out of slight variations therein. One would expect a movie about a bank robbery to be tightly wound, yet this is languorous. The movie starts slowly, almost aimlessly, having its heroes meet over pure coincidence, then getting the gang together in an amusingly drawn out fashion, then growing taught as the robbery progresses, then relaxing, resolving with comical, cruel indifference the fates of some of the characters. Much of the movie plays out as a hangout film with characters who only like each other so much (and in some cases not at all), an ambience that lends a certain wry humour to the action that transpires, giving some of the early bursts of excitement a Wile E. Coyote trying to get Road Runner quality, and rendering a climactic car chase as akin to playing bumper cars.

And both movies are attuned to the different forms masculinity can take. You have Clint Eastwood playing into his stoic, flinty image, contrasted with the more carefree and spontaneous Jeff Bridges, and the two make a great pair to hang out with. You get them and compare them to the crueler, more treacherous George Kennedy, who pretty much announces that he’ll betray them the first chance he gets and seems like a bad guy to have around, period, let alone plot a bank robbery with. You put them together and add Geoffrey Lewis, and you get what’s at best an uneasy coexistence, but frequently active antagonism between at least Bridges and Kennedy. (One of my favourite touches in the movie is that Bridges, after he and Eastwood are ambushed by Kennedy and Lewis, ends up finishing his ice cream at gunpoint.) That part of the scheme involves Bridges disguising himself as a woman seems more a challenge from Kennedy and Lewis to Bridges, to prove that he’s man enough to partake in this robbery than an integral part of the scheme (and proves to be an unnecessary measure after the fact, except in letting one appreciate Bridges’ gams). And it understands the way these masculine facades can serve as defense mechanisms, but also as foundations of bonding, and the way they can ease back to reveal one’s vulnerability as with the poignant conclusion.

#film #movie review #thunderbolt and lightfoot #michael cimino

[voiceless-story-nights]

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Fear of the Unknown  WIP Progress Blog #3  January 29th, 2024 

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Okay, okay... I think I got it down. I think. I’m hoping. 

So, it’s been a long, long while since I last updated. I’ve gone through SO MANY PROBLEMS and resolved them during that time, so I’m about to spam all the crap I’ve done in the past four months since I last updated. 

Get ready to change your pants cuz this is gonna be a lot of shit coming... 

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Gacha Series vs Comic vs Book 

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Yeah... Once again, I was debating what to do with the medium of my story. Why? Because GL2 had just freshly came out, and I was too lazy to redesign my characters. Literally, that was it. Not because there was some incredibly terrible people, not because the community was being overly toxic again, I just didn’t wanna redesign my characters in GL2. 

Wow~ 

But, unlike my past self that would mull this decision over and over again, I just put it in the back burner and left it. In the end, I went with a Gacha series because... well... I may be getting back into drawing again, but I ain’t that confident to start a comic. 

As for the book thing, I decided I’d write the book version first before the Gacha series version, although I’m not sure how well that’d hold up cuz I haven’t written in a novel format in so long. I just thought of it like this: if there’s a dedicated viewer who is really interested with where the story is gonna go, and they can’t wait, like, a couple months for the next episode, they can go buy the book. 

Free marketing, you know? Plus, it'll make the kids read///SHOT 

And if I feel confident enough, or if I have a team of great artists, I can make the comic later. It’s not like I have to make only one medium. I just need to know which would come out first, and the book would be that since it’d be faster to create. Kinda. 

The reason I’m not sure if I’d be able to write the book first is just because I’m reliant on visuals, so I might end up making the series and the book at the same time. I don’t know for sure. 

(Makes a light novel instead---) 

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Simplifying the World 

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The world FotU is taking place in, Similia, has been a WIP for a long while. The concept was a universe full of three galaxies before I realized how complicated that’d be, especially if I had plans of migration and space travel. Because they’re GALAXIES, it’d be hard to go from one galaxy to a different one in a small amount of time. And speaking about time, I didn’t know how to measure the time in all different galaxies/planets/solar systems cuz it’d be VASTLY different than each other. And if each planet is different, that means there’s gonna be seasonal differences and weather normality and other stuff I have to consider........... 

So I simplified it to one world with many nations and species. This would make the whole thing better, and the history would be easier to follow as that’s the main storyline of the world. 

I’m still working on the world building part, though. I’ve gotten my species, their abilities, and the concepts of their races, but I haven’t gotten through anything else. If I can make up like a history for how they came about and have more depth to their cultures, I’d be just about finished. 

I don’t wanna worry about the weather just yet... 

There’s one concept I’m hoping to keep, though: Similia is a godless world where even the tiniest insects believe only in their facts and history. Things as mystical as a higher being, a creator of the world, or a divine garden for the good and a hellish place for the bad are things that the people don’t believe in simply because it can’t be proven. If there’s no proof of something, it means it doesn’t exist. 

Of course, the concept would change over the years, but this is like the main belief in Similia. However, the only reason why it changes is simply because of the expansion of creativity and fiction. No one is still willing to believe in the divine, even with all the ideas of it being pushed around. 

And, I mean, when it comes to the creatures themselves, it’d make sense. 

There are people with animal-like instincts, so they’re more focused on survival than the ideology of a god. There are people with the gifts of the elements, and they’ve always been the keepers of a natural order, so the thought of gods has never passed their minds. And there are people who uses magic in a scientific way, which is self-explanatory why they wouldn’t believe in gods. 

There’s only one kingdom (well, two, but the second one isn’t as well known and well established) that believes in gods, but that’s only because a god had truly transcended on them and helped them flourish their nation. 

That’s the concept, though. I haven’t really put much thought into it, so I don’t know how well it’d hold up as I continue building onto the world. It’s pretty solid, especially with how the people have reasons NOT to believe, but I still gotta work on it. 

... 

And now that I wrote it out, I see how this world of mine will have some problems in the future... Meh, whatever. What’s a story if it doesn’t touch on some sensitive topics? 

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Magical Ability Adjustment 

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The people on Similia were overpowered af when I wrote the concept... 

To give an idea of what it was, there are three types/races/species of people on Similia that I mentioned before: animal-instincts, natural order, and scientists. Depending on which type you’re born into, you’re given that type of power. It’s a power dependent on your bloodline, your hereditary trait. And, of course, there will be mixed blood as well. 

So, that’s the first concept of magical abilities. Pretty good. I think this would be understandable for the magical ability concept. It’s solid, it’s got some limitations, it’s believable to a point— 

There’s another magical ability concept. 

Lemme repeat, THERE’S ANOTHER MAGICAL ABILITY CONCEPT. 

This second concept, that had blown this out of proportions, was a power everyone could receive at a specific age. And this power in particular... HAD NO LIMITATIONS!!! 

Literally, someone with animal instincts can gain something like reading the future, so not only would they be super strong and fast and deadly, they’re gonna be able to know what to look out for in the future!! 

And it’s not just ONE power these guys can gain when they come of age. Oh, no. I wanted to be fancy. I wanted to be different. I wanted Pokemon in my world. 

These guys would be able to develop FOUR types of the same power. 

So a clairvoyant cheetah person can develop not just the ability to read the future, but they can also develop maybe time travel, mind reading, uhhh BRINGING THE FUTURE CLOSER. I don’t know. Something like that. Something that’s similar to their first developed ability. 

There was no limitation. There was NO limitation on the second power concept. 

Actually, why was there even a second power concept? I don’t know. I just wanted to be different. I just wanted these guys to have something else that’s cooler than their hereditary powers! 

But by doing that, the people became so overpowered that even I didn’t know how to handle them... 

I didn’t even know how to handle them when they just had their hereditary powers! How the hell was I gonna know what to do when these guys bust out the time travel and shit?! 

... 

I’m dying. 

So I decided to completely omit the second power play. Everyone’s gonna have their hereditary powers and that’s it. That’s all. 

Unless they meet a certain condition. 

I won’t go into details of what those conditions are, since that’s a bit of a spoiler for all the stories in Similia I’d be doing, but just know that these people would lose their hereditary powers and gain the secondary power. And how these secondary powers are given to these people is based on how they grew up! 

I’m not giving them four different types... 

Once that’s done and done, they would either be picked up by the “forgotten god” of Similia and taken to some place or the “forgotten god” would kill them so they wouldn’t wreak havoc and abuse their newfound “godlike” powers. 

So... yeah... 

Now that I adjusted this, writing my series has gotten SO MUCH EASIER... Put a limit cap on magical abilities... It’ll save ya trouble... Go figure... 

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FotU had been worked on for over five years... without a genre... 

(throws knives at self) 

I can’t believe I FORGOT about the damn GENRE of a story! That’s, like, a foundation, a start, a way to keep the story in line so that it doesn’t GO ALL OVER THE PLACE. 

Which it did for so long. 

I really had no idea what kind of genre FotU would be considered as. At first, it was gonna be about three delinquent kids discovering more about themselves through the magic of acting, so it would’ve been a “self-search” genre because of that. But I couldn’t make any of those three kids likeable, so I omitted that rough draft. 

Second, I was gonna go with a kind of mystery genre where everyone had to figure out Lenard’s real reason to be an actor! But that’s, like, the weakest mystery ever... Be more like a detective for this! 

Then I just gave up and stopped looking for a genre. 

Until now. 

Because I simplified the story and the world so much, I finally figured out the genre it would be. Kind of. It’s still weak, though... 

It’ll mainly be a self-search genre since Annie’s just escaped from some serious, untrue accusations about how she killed her own sister on set due to jealousy, so she’s battling some terrible mental health problems. However, those problems aren’t gonna be seen as often since once she meets Lenard, she would overwork herself to forget them. It won’t be until closer to the second arc that it’ll be seen. 

And the secondary genre will be a mystery genre. It’s kind of the main focus but not really? There are some mysteries surrounding Annie’s sister’s death, especially since the police hasn’t discovered her body (it was a fire that killed her). Not only that, Lenard’s father was also killed by someone in the entertainment industry, and Lenard’s trying to find them. 

So those would be the main two genres. Well, main focus. 

I’m not completely sure what to expect since the self-search genre isn’t as strong, and the mystery genre gets sidetracked. If anything at all, it’s like a romance, slice-of-life, school story...? The mysteries and self-search genre really doesn’t come into play until the second arc... 

Meh, whatever. I’m slipping with this story since I didn’t have a genre at the beginning, so I’m not complaining. 

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Changing Up the Beginning (again...) 

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I’ve simplified everything. I know what general genre I’m looking at for the story. I’m sorting out the important stuff and the nonimportant stuff. 

I’m finally ready to begin the story. 

I’ve been rewriting it over and over again for the past five years, and I’ve never gotten anywhere past just the first five pages or so. But now that I’ve gotten a good understanding of my story, I’ve got a good start to the story that I know, for sure, will be the finished copy. 

So instead of hiding a lot of things from both the readers and the other characters, I decided to reveal almost everything—Lenard's motivation of becoming and actor as well as Annie’s identity to the drama department. That way, I don’t have to worry about too many of the problems that occurred or would occur in the future. 

Plus, when I hid Lenard’s motivation, Annie’s reason to help him diminished as well. While I could’ve just had her sympathize with Lenard’s situation (where he couldn’t get into the drama department cuz he sucked at acting), she didn’t have enough reason to help him. After all, Annie grew up in a place where there was no merit in helping another person be a better actor than you. And she didn’t want to be involved in acting anymore anyway so no point. 

But when he revealed his motivation, his skill in acting became apparent, and that motivated Annie to help him because he resembled a lot like her sister. This prompted Annie to get back into wanting to make him the best actor of Similia, much like she did so for her sister. 

That’s why the beginning this time would iterate that. 

Best part? I’m not dragging on with the beginning, nor would I be info bombing all over the place about this and that. I’m getting straight to the point, which is what I wanted to do, with very little info bombs. 

Finally... 

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That’s It... 

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Those were the major and confirmed updates to the story. There are some “in the works” stuff, but I haven’t really gotten to them to the point where I’m like “yeah, this’ll change the whole thing”. 

I was thinking about working on some other stories while working on FotU, but I realized I’m not capable of that... My mind is on FotU 24/7, so working on something else puts me off and makes me anxious. 

I mean, I can still work on another story, but it has to be a story that’s already well-established or it goes hand-in-hand with FotU’s world. If not, I wouldn’t be able to put my thoughts into it, and it’d come out shallow... 

God, why am I like this? I’ve got three stories lined up, and they’re not meant to be turned into a series like FotU!!! 

I’ll figure something out sooner or later... 

Anyways, I’m done with this update now. Been meaning to do it a bit earlier, but I didn’t know what to write and just carried on with writing FotU. Speaking about that, I might as well go write it now. 

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[iggurichan]

now that 2023 is over (and i didnt overslept like yesterday), i figured it was time to properly talk about my thoughts during the year. back in early march i decided that i wanted to make my art accounts more active by doing weekly drawings. honestly i thought i would've stopped after the first month, but surprisingly i kept up the weekly upload schedule up until the end of september. obviously i didnt keep up with my weekly schedule after that, but it is pretty crazy looking back on all of the drawings i did, easily the most i have done in a single year. just looking at my archive on tumblr speaks for itself when you see the content from the years.

as for what's next in this year, it's hard to say if i would keep up the weekly schedule since it probably isnt too realistic without leading to eventual burnout like last time. however, i do enjoy drawing whenever and that is something i dont want to stop doing, i just wont be too hard on myself with deadlines to avoid that same mistake like last year. i also decided that this year i want to start up a small comic that i will be doing throughout the year, obviously im not expecting a lot of people to read it but hey it would fulfill that desire i had last year of keeping my art accounts active while doing something im interested in. i havent decided how the pace of the comic will go yet and i dunno how soon i can get that started, but maybe it will start in february? dont hold me to that, i get distracted easy whenever it comes to any side project as some people might know (doesnt help that i've recently been playing granblue versus last month). also i have a few unfinished sketches i never finished last year, i dont really have any plans on finishing them, but at the very least it cant hurt to share them.

however, i also decided that weekly i'll be answering some year old questions i have in my tumblr ask inbox as a way to buffer some doodles while working on the comic. though i only have 4 or so questions to last me a month, so if you want to ask me anything (within reason), feel free to ask me anonymously if you want to ask me multiple questions, i have no idea it would be you anyways. just know that your question wont be answered until february since i want to answer these really old questions first. this lets me do some fun doodles while keeping my art accounts active during drawing downtime. speaking of accounts, i still gotta post my past drawings onto bluesky, pixiv and etc, i've just been really lazy so honestly it's hard to say when those will be at the same status as my twitter and tumblr. but they'll serve as more options to show my art in the scenario that either site randomly dies one day. whenever i do update them, i'll also make a new pinned with my current accounts to reflect that as my current one was just a placeholder so my pinned wasnt a wall of text like this one is.

thanks everyone who checked out my art last year, it means a lot to me. doing drawings is a fun hobby and i enjoy looking back on the drawings i've done.

tl;dr upload schedule wont be consistent for my sanity, but i plan on making a comic this year, also ask me questions on tumblr to give me an excuse to do doodles weekly

#blog #update #ask me anything

[shinmiyovvi]

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS (Also free reminder that you’re wonderfully amazing and I truly cherish you so much. You are one of my closest friends and are so very loved💖💖💖)

1. Are there any holidays coming up you look forward to?

2. What are your next project plans for your OCs?

3. Infodump a cool fun fact about the F/O currently on your mind

Awww, and I also cherished you too as well and never forget that we are here for you. You are also a great friend that I met here and you are also loved as well 💖💖💖💖

Anyways, let me answer each question

1. Actually no, all I'm expecting is school and a bunch of workloads to face with a lot of expectations and questions awaiting on my doorstep of what would be my course in college and my strand in senior. Although Christmas is around 5 months away and I know I never really celebrate Halloween that much but I'mma support you once you're gonna start off Halloween in a very early way possible.

2. I might be very tired and lazy, sometimes busy with enrollment, irl stuff, and grinding the whole season of Golden Kamuy but I may still continue on working with their reference sheets and information. For any future plans, maybe I would finally just went to do some work on my BOCW ocs and MW oc due to the fact that I am working on my Golden Kamuy Oc in which you will know her soon after once I get to finish coloring her ref sheet. I may also work on my self insert since I sometimes draw them once in a blue moon and would work on redesigning them. I wanna do Len and Art (Agarthan Arthur?) screentime since I have so many plans for these two. I would also try and make some oc x canon content even if it means crying over how hard Primis Nikolai's outfit can be :'>. I may also start posting more GK oc content with her being shipped with Tsurumi (cause why not?) and trying to practice how to draw each GK characters just in case if the time comes. I might also start making my Vinland Saga oc, but gotta need to work on my Viking history since I known only a little bit.

3. That one fun fact that would always be part of my heart is Tsurumi tends to play with his porcelain enamel plate while taking a bath. There is a small comic on the wiki page where he just lets the plate float on the water like a paper boat. Gotta love this unhinged yet handsome man 💖

#asked answered #asks

[kadoodles-on-ao3]

It's been a while since my last aside so I felt like sharing what I've been working on in my free time! I promise I'm not lazy, I'm just busy and also really like starting new projects halfway through working on 8 other projects for some reason haha

Speaking of starting something new when I haven't finished something I started previously, Minh and I were planning on making a collab Shulkelia one shot for Valentine's Day! Obviously that didn't pan out haha but it's still being worked on and it's extremely cute and fun :) Hopefully it will be ready to post sooner than later! And I also will hopefully be able to work on Constellations soon as well!! (Seriously I feel. SO. bad about my hiatus, especially since I know how many interesting and fun rough-draft ideas we brainstormed up for it that are just waiting to be finalized and shared with the world!!)

Another thing I wanted to do for Valentine's Day but extremely missed the boat on was mass dumping the few good NSFW Shulkelia pieces on here (with a planned warning ahead of time as well as copious tagging and hiding under readmores, of course!), including a full translation of a doujin! However, it being a nearly 20-page comic with dialogue and onomatopoeia all over the place meant I couldn't go the normal route of putting the translation below the art, it would just be way too messy and confusing. So, I decided to open up Photopea and replace the Japanese text with my translation! I felt bad about editing someone else's work (still do haha) but there was just no other way to do it, there is. SO so much onomatopoeia in there that it would be a nightmare to do it any other way. But that fact also contributed to why I still have yet to finish the translation: I got wayyy too ambitious in my typical perfectionist way, and decided to use the clone tool to edit out the hiragana and katakana handwriting for the onomatopoeia and place English text in their places, rather than just put it in small, parenthetical text next to the original writing like manga translations typically do. And oh my GOD I should never have done that there are literal HUNDREDS of characters I had to painstakingly edit out and I'm STILL not even done yet no no no... But I'm so close to finishing it!! I have only a couple pages left and then it's good to go!! Expect to see it along with the other NSFW art of them (again, with multiple warnings far ahead of time plus careful tagging to make sure you won't see it if you don't want to!!) in the near future!

Not XC related at all, but my most recent project has been making an Ao3 site skin (and, in the process, learning how CSS works) and it's been really satisfying! It's nothing super fancy, but it does create a noticeable improvement from the default (in terms of clarity/organization/readability, no offense intended at all of course!) and I'm very pleased with it so far! Once it's done I'll share it here, complete with notes on what each piece is doing to the layout and how, so anyone can use it and tweak it how they like! :)

I unfortunately haven't made any more progress on Xenoblade 3, sorry to say. And actually... it's partially because I'm worried that I'll end up liking Noah so much that I'll get even more distracted from writing Shulkelia or Xenoblade 1 in general haha... Like I'd never give up on that of course, 1 and its characters will always have a special place in my heart! But I can see myself getting swept away by The New Guy TM, much like I do with new project ideas popping into my head...

My FFXIV x Xenoblade 1 crossover has made some good progress! I've now finalized the outfits for over half of the characters I plan on making, after hours and hours of trying different chestpieces and dyes to get them as close to their canon outfits as possible! In fact, maybe I could share a little more about what exactly I'm doing, to show how I was having too much fun and made it a bigger thing than it had to be, to help explain why it's taking so long haha:

So originally the idea started out as "what FFXIV job best suits the playstyle/archetype of each of XC's playable characters?" (and I have a whole host of notes in my head about why that is from both a gameplay/kit perspective and a fandom-y General Vibes/Aesthetic perspective, which I will for sure post along with the pics). And if I could draw well, it probably would've ended there: I'd just have made some art of the cast posing with their weapons and call it done. But since 1) I can't draw the things I see in my head like I want to and 2) I like to over-complicate things for fun, I decided to pile onto this idea by not only adding more characters of (XC SPOILERS!!!) Alvis, Egil, Meyneth, and Zanza to the roster (including in terms of what jobs suit them each and why!) but also recreate everyone in-game! (I really wanted to do Dickson as well, but unfortunately there are absolutely zero mustache options that look like his :< There's only one that's even remotely similar, but the face is completely wrong for him (what facial features look like are tied to faces, for some reason; the Mustache Facial Feature creates a different type of mustache depending on which Face option you pick) so there's no way to make a character that looks sufficiently like him, at least to my standards. Maybe one day they'll add one that fits...? If they do I will for sure make Gunbreaker Dickson a reality!) This resulted in me needing to not only sit down for hours in XIV's character creator ensuring every detail was as close a match to their designs as possible, but also opening up 8000 tabs in Eorzea Collection and looking through every. single. last. glamour option. in the game for each. and. every. slot. for each. and. every. character. to find out how closely I could translate their weird (affectionate) XC clothes into weird (affectionate) FF clothes. Combine that with my stubbornness in wanting them to look as accurate as possible resulting in making two different outfits per character based on whether or not they can equip/glam the gear as the job that suits them most, (plus the fact that I'm doing [again, SPOILERS!!!] Mecha-Fiora in addition to Homs!Fiora as well as having three [three!] different job options for Shulk based on varying levels of both XC and XIV spoilers to avoid ruining twists for either game), and the fact that I went a step further and decided to also make alternate-race versions for the main party (that sounds... bad lmao. fantasy races, like elves and catboys and such) like half if-these-characters-were-instead-created-by-the-XIV-designers-in-an-alternate-timeline-what-race-would-they-probably-make-them-judged-by-me-like-their-jobs-on-both-lore-and-Vibes-TM and half if-the-XC-gang-existed-irl-and-played-XIV-what-would-they-make-their-characters-look-like, and reminder that each of these versions have two different outfit variants and each outfit needs a minimum of 4 and a maximum of 7 separate pieces each that also need to be dyed and have multiple different options to try on for every character and... it took a teeeeny bit longer than I was expecting to get through haha. But that's not at all to say it's a chore to get through; it's certainly been a process yes, but I've been having a lot of fun the whole time :) Finally getting every element just right, from all the details in character creation down to their eyebrow shape to finding the best option for every armor slot dyed just the right color, seeing it all come together and actually look quite a bit like the character is so satisfying! I can't wait to share them all, I hope someone out there enjoys the results as much as I did creating them! :) Oh, and I also will be making a glam list for each outfit as well as sharing my notes on what I picked in the character creator, so if you want to do an in-game/WoL cosplay as someone or maybe even make an alt named after one based on my recreation of them then it'll be easy for you! :)

Even though I haven't been keeping up with my fanfic writing as much lately, I do still get little ideas for things quite often and am typing them down in my doc for later! I have a gigantic backlog of things I could write: fanfics long and short, Shulkelia fics and Genfics, non-fanfic concepts both XC-related and not... rest assured, even if I'm not posting on here or Ao3 my mind is always buzzing with something and I'm always wanting to create more!

#aside #xenoblade spoilers #xenoblade chronicles spoilers #oh also don't forget about my voice line project!! that will be coming in june!! :) #is there anything i forgot...? uhh i want to do a melia and/or shulk cosplay someday #my bf has a monado prop and everything haha #i like making my own cosplays as close to from-scratch as possible #but i'm not great at sewing plus the xc outfits are outrageously detailed so idk if that'll pan out haha #oh and speaking of xc and my bf having stuff from it #i managed to snag an unopened(!!!) limited edition xc 1 that came with a special red classic controller!!!!! the european exclusive!!!! #i got it for him for his bday but i mean i paid for it and i live with him so it's sort of mine as well haha #it's very surreal to actually have and see it esp since it's near-mint condition... #thank you to whoever kept it all these years and was willing to sell it and ship it overseas!! #we will take extremely good care of it forever!!

[hazyjamie]

since I can't sleep I will drag you into my hell called

✨️Jamie's Boulevard of Empty Promises and Pathetic Excuses✨️

Maybe you can consider this as a sort of list of things to expect I've been wanting to do from the moment I became inactive. I'm putting it out here just in case someone's interested in pressuring me <33

more incorrect wilburys comics - my guy i've been screenshotting some of the one's i've liked but god damn am i stubborn and lazy

more wilburys animatics - i've been meaning to start rattled during the holidays but my god damn ipad isn't cooperating with me smh

new band oc side blog - i've shared the characters in the kitchen walls server before and i've only thought of making them public recently, dunno if i'll follow through cause the only way for them to be relevant enough is if you... post enough... which i don't have the time for-

continue oc blog - same reason as the previous number but i have an even bigger problem here which is the fact that i promised myself to finish the entire premise and timeline of the story first before i show off my ocs cause my god i have too many, it's quite big for a small planet... butireallywanttobecauseigettoroleplay

fitz kreiner shitposts - this is not the reason why my second nickname is fitz i just wanna make fun of the guy y'know... even if i haven't read the books per say and i don't call myself an expert of doctor who but this guy's my transman icon, let me have this pls

random comics stuff - ever since i was a tiny ball of yarn, i've been making a buttload of comics may it be nonsensical or not, it's gonna be a mixed bag of content cause i don't want it to be specifically like those relatable webcomic stuff cause i worry people will think something's wrong with me /hj

random artsy video content - animatics, memey shit, a thirsty edit of a man decades older than me (/j), you name it! i will inhale all of them like kirby.. but same reason as the previous number-

more dream content - i like to sleep, i imagine weird shit in my sleep, boom content

journal spread - fuck me i haven't touched that thing in years-

art challenges - mostly from tiktok but i refuse to post there so i'm just slapping them here

anyway i think that's it, hope i get to do something in this account again because i miss it peace out

#i am doing not great but alive #why must i be like this days before the semester starts again #oh no i'm an adult now #i'm not pressuring myself (lies in broad daylight)