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eelnoise · 7 months

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zoro x afab reader

c/w: choking, slight cum play, praise, use of the word 'slut', oral sex (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, soft!zoro, slightly possessive zoro

a/n: i put my whole pussy into this because i'm so biblically down bad for this man. someday i'll figure out how best to format my fics but until then please take this sloppy setup

word count: 2849

Zoro prefers you close. He prefers to see you, to hear you. Hell, even just knowing you’re in a room with him is enough - provided you’re in his vicinity. Much like his swords, you’re precious to him. He needs to protect and care for you, to keep you pristine and without blemish.

And just like his blades, you’re nearly always at his side.

You don’t mind at all. You’re sated to indulge in what you know means a lot to Zoro, so you find yourself in the training room alongside him, curled up on a bench with a book open in your lap.

This quality time usually comes with a caveat - Zoro’s inexplicable and hungry arousal after a workout.

Zoro doesn't notice the shift in his body, the way his heart pounds in his chest, or the way his cock hardens against his thigh. He's too focused on his training, too absorbed in the rhythm of his breathing and the burn in his muscles.

Of course, when Zoro's attention turns away from his own breathlessness and toward the source of his arousal. His eyes lock onto you, taking note of the book in your lap and wondering how long until you set it aside for something else. Something naughtier. His gaze holds for several long moments before Zoro finally breaks the silence.

"You know," he says gruffly, voice roughened by exertion, "it might help if you stopped pretending to read that damn book." His tone is teasing but there's an undercurrent of desire in his words - a clear indication that he wants nothing more than to see you put down those pages and come crawling to him instead.

You look over at him and tilt your head in interest. "Pretending?" You reply, a bemused look etched onto your face. "And why would I be doing that?"

Zoro smirks, his teeth flashing white against the backdrop of his tan skin. "Oh, we both know you haven't turned a page for a while," he says casually, leaning back on the weightlifting bench with nonchalance. "What's the matter? Lost in thought?"

Damn him and his observation haki.

He pauses, letting his gaze drift down to the curve of your breasts before snapping it back up again. "Or maybe you just enjoy watching me sweat." A slow grin spreads across his features as he waits for a response, anticipation coiling tightly within him.

Your guilt is plastered upon your face at his words and a warmth that hadn't been there prior now washes over your cheeks. You'd been caught staring, and staring at him while he's this horny was not exactly the wisest decision. The flustered expression you give him makes his cock twitch almost painfully.

"Fine." You admit, closing the book and placing it to the side. "I was watching. So what?"

Zoro's smirk grows wider at your admission, a dark and predatory gleam lighting up his eyes. "So what?" he echoes, voice low and throaty. "Well, since you asked..."

Without further warning, Zoro pushes himself off the weightlifting bench, his muscular form moving with surprising grace and fluidity. In a single, almost impetuous motion, he's on his feet before you, towering over with his intimidating presence. His hand reaches out, fingers curling gently around your chin as he tilts your head back to meet his gaze. "I think it's time we found out just how much you like watching me sweat." Zoro says, his voice now little more than a rough whisper.

With that, he descends upon you, his lips crashing down onto yours in a possessive, hungry kiss. His tongue darts out to claim your mouth, demanding entry as he presses his hardened length against your soft stomach.

You allow him entry, tongues quickly meeting in a lustrous dance. You taste even better when he's this worked up, and he wasn't about to take it for granted. At the sound of a soft mewl from your lips between breathless, wet kisses, Zoro has to fight the urge to take you there and then.

No. He wants to savor this, to savor you.

The sound of your arousal sends a shiver down Zoro's spine, fueling the fire burning deep within him. He moans low in his throat, his hand sliding up your back to grasp at your hair, pulling gently on those silken strands.

Without breaking the kiss, Zoro steps back, drawing you along with him. His other hand reaches down, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and pulling it upwards in one swift motion. The fabric rides over your head, revealing the skin of your torso. His eyes drink in the sight of your smooth soft stomach, hardened nipples peeking through your bra clearly visible even beneath the thin material.

A growl rumbles low in his throat as he trails his fingers lightly over your skin, tracing lazy patterns that send shivers down your spine. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "And all mine."

"Yeah?" You coo, your sultry tone undeniable. "You want this pretty girl to scream your name?" You know that you're in no position to ask this question, simply teasing him is enough to drive him fucking crazy when he's this rabid for you. And the more you do it, the harder he'll fuck you.

But he isn't in the mood for your game this time. As far as Zoro is concerned he's going to fuck you until you can't see straight anyway.

"You already know the answer to that question." Zoro growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your skin. With that, he spins you around, taking a seat on the bench in your stead. His hands slide down your hips, tracing slow circles as he teases the fabric of your panties. "On your knees," he commands, his voice a dark rasp.

Zoro's heart is racing now, his blood pounding in his ears as he watches you comply, deliciously delicate form kneeling before him. You look up at him through your lashes, a challenging glint in your eyes that does nothing to dampen his arousal.

"Spread your legs," He demands, the rough tone of his voice alone causes you to sigh in arousal. "Show me how much you want this."

You do as you're told, spreading your thighs and pulling your panties to the side, glistening pussy on display and offering yourself to him. "Mmm," You purr, gaze glassed over with lust. "Wanna make you feel so good, baby."

Zoro watches each word leave you in slow motion, transfixed on how each syllable curls off your pretty lips. Before he can think, he's freeing himself from the confines of his shorts and letting his thick, desperate cock fall right into your face.

Zoro groans deeply, his hips jerking forward as he feels the heat of your breath against his engorged shaft. It takes every ounce of self-control he has not to come right then and there, your eager anticipation driving him wild.

He watches, his heart pounding in his chest, as you lower your head and take him into your mouth. Your lips slide smoothly over the head of his cock, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through his entire body. Zoro's hands come to rest on your shoulders, his grip firm but not quite enough to hold you in place.

"Fuck," he breathes, his voice ragged with desire. "You're so good at this."

With that, he pushes gently against your head, urging you to take more of him. Zoro watches as you obediently open your mouth wider, taking him deeper into your throat. Wet, sloppy sounds echo around the room, fueling his lust even further.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his hips starting to rock gently against your face. "Sucking me so well like the good little slut you are."

Your eyes don't leave his, even as you bob your head up and down, each pleased groan of pleasure or soft words of praise sending out a pang of arousal right to your desperate, weeping pussy. You run your tongue flat against the underside of his length and swirl it around the tip. The mix of saliva and pre-cum coats your busy lips and drips down both your chin and his cock.

He allows for you to pull back for a moment to take a breath, long strands of fluids attaching your mouth to his cock. It's just a moment, though, for as soon as you've recovered he forces your head back down onto him with a forceful motion. You gag around him from the sudden filling of your throat, but he loves the sound.

"Fuck," he breathes out, tangling his fist into your hair and beginning to move your head at his own pace. "Gonna let me cum on that face, right baby?"

"Mhmmm~" You hum, making his dick vibrate from the tone. He grunts in reply, shoving your head right against his pelvis, nose buried in moss green hair as the back of your throat is hit over and over again. Zoro's free hand moves to the front of your neck, grasping it tightly to feel the outline of his cock rut into your warm, slick mouth.

Tears beat at the corners of your eyes and your fingers dig into his thighs as he nears his release. Zoro's hold tightens around you, his soft grunts of pleasure having turned into louder, filthier moans.

Suddenly, he pulls your lips from him with a wet pop and a whine. He holds you in place by your hair - pressing his cock tip to your swollen bottom lip, and instinctively you lull your tongue out against it.

"Shit," Zoro hisses out when you plant a series of open-mouth kisses on it, quickly moving to pump himself with his other hand. "You want my cum in your mouth?"

"Please," you whine, throat a little rasp from how greedily he had face fucked you. "Wanna taste you; need you on my tongue~"

Your words send him over the edge. Zoro tugs at your hair tightly as long, drawn out, and slightly whimpered moans fall from his lips. Thick, white ropes of his spend coat your face and tongue while his hips slowly grind out his high. You, without question, swallow the pool of his seed in your mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Zoro growls, rubbing in the cum on your lips with the head of his dick. "You look so good painted in my cum." He leans forward, releasing his grip on your head, eye taking in your used, messy appearance as if committing it to memory.

Zoro snatches you up then, grabbing you by the hands and swapping your positions so that you’re now sitting on the bench. "Lean back," he demands, tone gruff and low as he hovers over you. "Show me that pretty pussy."

You oblige, of course, leaning on your lower back and spreading your legs open to him like a gift before sliding your panties down, leaving them hooked around your ankle. Zoro grabs onto your thighs with large, calloused hands and spreads your pussy lips open with his thumbs. Without warning he lunges forward, capturing your clit in his mouth with a hungry moan.

He's devouring you, eating you like he would a peach. Zoro slurps your clit loudly and inches two fingers inside your soaked folds. "Fuck!" You cry out, your own digits teasing your nipples. "Feels so good, Zoro~"

His mouth works over you so fucking good that you're already on the precipice of your release. He's flicking his tongue and lapping at your sensitive flesh, your hips buck forward along his lips, coating them in your wetness. Zoro groans against you, vibrating your soaked folds and thrusting his fingers deep within you, curling them so deliciously against your g-spot.

"You like this?" He grunts, taking your cunt-flavored juices greedily. "Tell me what you want."

"Wanna cum!" You sputter out, voice rasp and quivering. "Wanna cum so bad, please…" You're begging. Desperate cries for your sweet release ring in his ears and he absolutely loves it.

Zoro drills his digits into you harder, feeling just how your inner walls flutter around them. "Gonna make you cum, baby." He growls, taking your moans as encouragement. With a series of hard sucks to your clit, you come undone. A sharp, high-pitched scream emits from your throat, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

"Fuck," Zoro says, pulling away from your pussy and leaning over your sweaty, heaving form. "So fucking pretty." He reaches forward, using the fingers that had been deep in your cunt to wipe some of his leftover cum from your cheek before sliding the digits into your open, willing mouth and forcing the taste of you both onto your tongue. You suck on his fingers, licking them clean.

Then, with one sudden move, his lips are on yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. Zoro doesn't care about the leftover cum smeared across your soft lips, and you don't care about the taste of yourself on his. The kiss is messy, it's sloppy and it's full of teeth and tongue, but as long as you're tethered to him, as he's bound to you, nothing else seems to matter.

Zoro breaks the kiss, but his lips rest just on top of yours. "Think you're ready for my cock now, baby?" He asks, though he knows the answer and you know just how hard he's about to fuck you.

"Fuck," You sputter out, feeling his dick twitch against your slit. "So ready. Need you to fuck me so badly~" Your words are weak, and your voice is raspy, but the look on your face tells him that you're genuine. Genuine and ready for him to fill you.

Zoro smirks, his eye gleaming with lust. "Then take it." He says roughly, shoving his thick cock into you with one quick motion. You gasp, body arching off the bench as he buries himself into your pussy to the hilt. "So fucking tight." Zoro hisses, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move, thrusting his hips forward in a steady rhythm that has you crying and clawing at him in absolute ecstasy.

Large hands dig into your hips - and you already know that by the end of this, you'll be marked with ten fingertip-sized bruises. Zoro's movements become more frantic, his growls and low grunts of pleasure meeting your salacious cries and whimpers in a cacophony of your entwining lust. Your pussy milks his cock and it makes his eyes roll back into his head with how fucking good you feel, how warm and tight you are around him, how perfect you are.

Zoro grits his teeth, jaw tensing in an attempt to avoid cumming too quickly. But it's hard, so, so hard to not let go and fill you with his seed like the good little cumdump that you are. He picks up speed, forgoing whatever rhythm he had going as he loses himself in the sensation of fucking you.

The tip of his cock hits your cervix hard, each slam of his hips into yours making you see stars. "Zorooooo~~~" you wail, completely cock-drunk with a glazed-over expression. His heavy balls slap against your ass and echo throughout the room as he drills himself into you at a nigh inhuman pace.

The only word left in your vocabulary seems to just be his name, judging by the jumbled, quavering mantra of disjointed syllables that fall from your swollen lips. He can't take it any longer. The way you're calling for him, crying his name over and over as he bottoms out in you without mercy - it's all too much. "Fuck!" Zoro hisses, his death grip on your hips somehow tightening. "Gonna fucking cum, baby. Gonna cum right inside your tight little pussy."

You feel his muscles tense, and with a loud cry of your own name as a warning, Zoro erupts into you, head thrown backward and hips jerking violently while his cock throbs and fills your pussy to the brim with cum - so much that it surprises you.

"Fuck." Zoro pants, collapsing onto you as his chest heaves from exertion. He presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, heart racing from the intensity of their intimacy. "So good."

As you catch your breath, you hold him close. Both of your chests are flush together, and you swear that you can feel his heartbeat. Arms wrap around his broad shoulders, one of your hands slipping into his hair to gently caress his scalp in a comforting way. Zoro hums in satisfaction as your soothing embrace works wonders for both his mind and aching body.

“Thank you.” Zoro breathes softly into the crook of your neck, his voice barely higher than a whisper. He knows he doesn’t need to thank you, but he wants to. You kiss the top of his head and smile.

“Zoro,” You begin, your voice soft and sweet. “I love you.”

He looks up at you then, one slate-gray eye shining with affection. He smiles.

“I love you, too.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece x reader smut #zoro x reader #ronoroa zoro #opla

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thebluestbluewords · 1 month

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ot3 week day two: the cool kid, the jock, and the nerd

Audrey/Lonnie/Jane, post-canon. Unfinished, this is just the teaser for now! Someday I’ll learn a better way to format text messages lol.

Lonnie’s phone pings.

Txt from: Audrey Rose 🌹

break a leg!

or your opponent’s face :)

oops, autocorrect. I meant to say be sure to look your opponent in the face. :) It’s so satisfying to see people cry when you beat them!

Lonnie laughs. This girl.

There’s not a lot that Lonnie can say to the message. Both legally, because as a representative of the Northern Wei University women’s fencing team, she’s obligated by the intercollegiate board of athletes to practice good sportswomanship and not text her friends about breaking people’s faces, and also because…

Well.

Audrey’s been texting her a lot lately. And Lonnie’s not quite sure how to handle it.

Maybe she should back up.

Lonnie's in her freshman writing seminar when her phone chimes. It's a distinctive chime, not the usual half-second ping that means she has a text from one of her new school friends. Not the ding-a-ling sound of her mother's text tone either.

No, this chime is a special one. One that she set ages ago, shortly after receiving her first cell phone as a going-away-to-school gift, at the start of seventh grade.

It's Audrey's chime.

It's not like Lonnie's close friends with her anymore. Going evil, trying to destroy the entire country, and also just generally being rude to anyone who exists outside of the pretty Auradon princess mold will break a friendship faster than Lonnie's been breaking her wooden practice swords. She's talked to Audrey a few times since the whole world domination incident, but they're not close anymore. Not like they were as kids.

She can't take her phone out in class, but Lonnie slips the ringer to silent and makes a note in her planner to respond to whatever Audrey wants from her later. After class. Once she's got a handle on her old feelings again.

It's so inconvenient, having a crush.

So, they text sometimes now. Just a little bit. And yes, Audrey comes to her fencing competitions. Just a few of them. Audrey's doing a princess gap year before she goes to rule Auroria with her parents, and she doesn't have too many places to go on the weekends.

It's not a big deal. Lonnie just has to squash down her teeny, tiny little crush on the prettiest girl she's known since high school, and ignore the way that her stomach flips over every time she hears Audrey's special text tone, and remember that Audrey isn't flirting with her, she's just a good friend.

A good, bubbly friend who sometimes says how much she loves spending time with her.

And said she loved her. One time.

They were drinking.

Txt to: Audrey Rose 🌹

Haha thanks!

That’s normal. Cool. Yeah. Lonnie’s got a handle on this whole feelings thing. Her phone chimes again.

Txt from: Janey Godmother ✨

Hi!!! Me and Audrey are here!!

We're on the top left side of the stands! We couldn't get seats any closer :(

Audrey wanted me to flirt with the doorman to get us better seats but I don't know how to flirt with guys :(

Txt to: Janey Godmother ✨

JANEY!! I'LL LOOK FOR YOU!

and don't worry about your seats lol I'll look out for you guys!!

#my fic #descendants #ot3 week #jane daughter of fairy godmother #li lonnie #audrey rose #I feel like the potential for oblivious girl crushes is SO high for these three and I’m just having some fun with their text convos :)

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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can we get a scenario where y/n founds out Selene's obsession towards them

"Selene.. what did you do?"

Scrapbooking. That's what your wife had alway claimed to be doing everytime she headed down to the basement. Selene was a woman of many hobbies, given the fact she had time to spare. It was kind of funny how she'd cover the living room in new novels, your bed in balls of yarn when she did crochet at night; but she always kept anything related to the active she was most passionate about downstairs.

"I'll show you someday, dear. When we're old and grey, and can look back fondly on it."

Those were her words almost verbatim each time you asked. You eventually grew too curious for your own good. All you wanted was to see what brought such a wide smile to her face every night. She deserved it after her upbringing; the only joys she had nowadays being you, the home you made, and whatever lied below. One little peak couldn't hurt, right?

You find the key in her jewelry box; having to ever so carefully sort through the trinkets to not walk your sleeping wife resting in bed. With key in hand, you head to the basement. It was a behind a door in the kitchen and down a flight of stairs; a place to go for no distraction from the surface world - no sound able to enter or exit.

Unlocking the door; you're met with darkness and the faint scent of apple blossom, the flavor of her favorite candle. You remember the room's original smell when you first moved in and the only other time you had entered; mold and stale air. She rolled up her sleeves the next day and cleaned out the room top to bottom from what you heard.

You search around for a light switch; another scent masked by the sweet smell of fruit wafting through. You cover your nose with your shirt; thinking some animal must've come through and died, and carry on. Eventually, you find that little switch and turn the lights on; faced with a reality you never could have imagined to be true.

A table sat against a back wall; the only surface the room's dim light seemed to illuminate. Pictures were taped along the walls, and a black book rested atop the hard wood. With it being the easiest to spot, you decide to check out the book first.

It was her scrapbook; the cover bare except for a golden trim around its border. Opening the booklet, you find a pink heart on the first page; text written in cursive over its center.

"My love."

Flipping through, you find page upon page to be full of images of you, and her on occasion. The pictures from a photo booth on your first date, photos from your wedding, ones of you around the house, you... asleep. The more you looked through, the stranger they got. You behind a shower curtain, taking to neighbors, going about your day in town. You were sure there were even a couple taken before you got together given the date penned beneath, all taken without your knowing.

If there was anyone beside her in the photo, their image was distorted in some way. Scratched out with some sharp object, covered up by spots of paint or just straight up cut out. It made your stomach twist into knots. Flipping and turning. The pages get messier. Once placed in a four to a page format; photos now cram each page with no space in between. A few stains dot the white edges; the pads of her fingers dipped in a crimson dye.

After a while, the pages turn up blank, but you keep going. You couldn’t stop. On the final one, you find one last picture. The one you took on your first night home; a tagline beneath and the red print of her hand beside it.

"Everything I do, I do for you."

You slam the book shut, rocking the table on its legs from the force. You take a step back, unsure as to what you've seen. The room feels cold; that stench causing your mind to haze. Looking at the table again, you notice something you hadn't on first go. A drawer, slightly ajar and red leather poking through. A journal. Even as the wise part of your brain tells you not to, you begin to read. The first dozen pages are torn out, cursive letters written on those that remain.

"Just one night away, and I'll be married to the love of my life. It feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. I used to spend so many nights awake wondering if they'd love me, if I deserved their love. I can put the nightmares of my past to rest while in their arms."

"We've just moved into a new house, our forever home with hope. Our neighbors seem friendly and so do the friends my Y/n has come to make. They've always attracted a crowd."

"One of their friends invited them out for coffee today. Y/n asked if I'd like to come, but I politely declined. I needed to grab a couple things from the store, and happened to see them at the shop. They had their hand on Y/n's arm."

"That friend came by again, when Y/n wasn't home. They asked what made them happy, they asked if I made them happy. I heard something in the hallway today."

"They came by again. They always do. Looking for Y/n, so I let them in. Y/n, I'm sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

"I saw them again tonight. I wonder if Y/n misses them. I wonder if they've heard the sounds from the basement. Late at night, I can hear their screams. Y/n holds me tighter those days, when I'm cold. They've always been there for me. They're all I need. From now on, everything I'll do, I'll do it for them."

You swallow the lump in your throat; your hands clammy from the sweat that ran down your palms. Hesitantly, you look towards the wall; the final place you had yet to look. Before your eyes could take in the sight before you, a voice comes from your right.

"Y/n...?"

You look towards the door. Selene stands on the last step, robe snuggle around her shoulders. Her face read innocent, but her eyes told so much more.

"What are you doing down here?"

You didn't even realize you were crying until the tears drip off your chin; only able to utter a single sentence.

"Selene, what did you do?"

"Y/n, honey, just come back to bed."

"What did you do."

She enters the room, holding out her arms to you. "It's not easy to explain.. we can take about it in the morning."

"What did you do?!"

"What I had to!" She shouts back. "You don't know how many people want to take you away from me, how much they tell me I don't deserve you. I need you, Y/n. I love you."

She walks towards you, placing her head on your chest; feeling the heavy drum of your heart. "So much... that it hurts."

You gently push her away, refusing to look her in the eyes. "Selene, you have to tell me everything."

She shakes her head. "No.."

"It'll be alright. You just need to tell me what happened."

"They'll take you away from me.."

"Selene you hurt someone.."

"I did it for you!" Selene grabs the basement key which you had careless left on the table, running to the door before you can even realize what was going on. The door shuts before you can make it across the floor, the lock clicked into place. You pound on the door; shouting her name.

"Selene? Selene! Please open the door."

Selene is eerily calm, placing her hand on the door as it vibrates from your banging. "It's okay, my love. I'll let you out when you've calmed down. We can talk this over during a nice breakfast in the morning."

"Dont leave me down here!"

"I'm not going to." Selene sinks down beside the door, making herself comfortable on the hard floor. She doesn’t sleep that night; even when the pounding stops and your tears begin. She offers you the best comfort as she can through the thick wood; no one there to do the same for her while the shadows linger beside her - but that's okay. Listening to their damning whispers for one night is the least she can do as your loving wife.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere female #Yandere housewife #yandere fic #tw yandere #yandere love #yandere story

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diezmil10000 · 1 year

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hi 👋 you can call me diez or chisi

i am from spain and i like to draw lesbians. this is my main blog, if you're only here for my art and not for my reblogs you can follow my art-only blog

FAQ under the cut!

what software and brushes do you use?

i work on ibisPaint X and Krita on a Samsung Galaxy Tab S6 Lite. i use a lot of different brushes for lineart but mostly these ones:

are your commissions open?

no, but thank you for your interest!

will you someday sell your art through an online shop / convention?

no, probably never,,

can i repost your art / use it for edits?

i don't encourage it, but i don't mind. asking for permission and linking back to any of my social media would be appreciated too ♡ just don't use it for commercial purposes (sell merch, use as streaming layouts, etc)

how do you do X part of your drawing?

i recommend checking my speedpaints if you're curious, the name of the videos is the day i finished that drawing in YYMMDD format (as in, year-month-day). i also made a tag for art explanations, but if you still have a question feel free to send me an ask and i'll try my best to explain it

where did you learn anatomy?

i used to watch a lot of proko and sycra videos (on youtube), and also do gesture/figure drawings from photo references and k-pop dance practice videos

when / why did you start drawing?

i started taking it seriously when i was 15. seeing lesbian fanart was what caused my gay awakening and i felt like there wasn't enough of it, so i decided to get better

do you do traditional art?

i kind of dislike it. i have filled over 1000 A4 sheets and 7 sketchbooks over the years, but it's all quick doodles to practise or warm up. when i bought a tablet i could carry around i stopped drawing traditionally as often, but i still find myself drawing in my sketchbook from time to time when i want to sketch midlessly or get better at something.

do you draw nsfw art?

very rarely, but i only show it to my friends. i do consume a lot of nsfw content tho, just not in public 👍

how do you keep yourself motivated?

a combination of drawing only what i like and a strong desire of seeing more lesbian art. that's why i mostly make fanart and almost never participate in art trades or make art gifts. i also don't want to make a career out of drawing

have you gone to art school?

i'm currently doing a degree in design at college, but it has almost no correlation with the kind of art i share online. before that i never studied art academically

are you seriously a furry?

yes

are you seriously a communist?

i will always stand by the workers of the world and oppose capitalism on its fundamentals. you can call me a communist, socialist, leftist– i don't mind, i'm not informed enough to stick to one label

are you an anti or a pro shipper?

if someone seriously asks me this again i will go to their house and kill them

are you aware that you follow someone who did something problematic?

in most cases i am probably aware and it isn't that deep for me to unfollow them (please stop caring i don't know who you are)

do you have any ocs?

plenty! but i don't like to talk about them

can i be your friend / talk regularly with you?

i don't like to talk to strangers, but if i'm following you feel free to interact with me at any time~

what's the name of your cat?

yonyon ! she's a female cat but i treat her by any and all gendered terms

why have you disabled your DMs, story replies and sometimes comments?

because people in fandoms have no shame. i don't want to read weird comments, block overly friendly DMs or watch strangers have a public debate about my moral standards. i'm very thankful towards all of you who love my art tho, even if i can't read all of your positive thoughts!! also, there are plenty of ways to contact me, they're just not in plain sight 💋

#art explanations

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shamedumpster · 8 months

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Hullo :) as a visual artist, have u ever considered designing a book cover of INtSA??

Hi again! :D

Actually, my degree is in graphic design with a focus on print, so yes I have thought about it! And actually started something a while ago, just never quite finished ^^;

I've laid out the text of the whole thing into proper book format already; I thought I might try bookbinding so I have a physical copy someday too :) I'll be sure to post pictures if I ever actually do it LMFAO

Fun fact, one of my final projects in college was designing a special edition book, and Les Mis was the one I picked ^^ There's a lot I'd change now, but I still like it over all!

(Image of that project is below the cut!)

#asks #thank you for the ask!!#INtSA

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same love hey diddle the mess name and address playboy to a man i’m carrying San ferry anne if you wanna love in song struggle arrow through me the other me no more lonely nights twice in a lifetime write away this one my brave face footprints secret friend I do the lovers that never were so like candy demons dance turned out lifelong passion anyway looking at her souvenir long-tailed winter bird only love remains sixty second street hosanna nothing too much just out of sight off the ground hope of deliverance say say say getting closer to you get enough beware my love cage 4th of july

So many songs about, or more often, addressed to, an ex. Of course , some, from before John’s death, might be messages to him, under the cover of a relationship song format. Not included here but I think ‘Coming Up’ is a John song. ‘Call Me Back Again’, if it’s about anybody, might be John. Linda, of course, is a massive presence in his songs. Some of them here might well be about contemporary events with Heather, Nancy. Some, of course, might just be words to fit a tune.

It’s the accumulation, though. Also, I think, a sense of distance: distance in time and in place from the person being addressed.

Yet, in all the articles and blogs written about Paul, many of which are great, this is not addressed at all. As someone commented on a YouTube video of one of these songs: “Sometimes I don’t know how people don’t pick up on what Paul is putting down”. There are, of course, people here and there who have picked up on this and whose thoughts have influenced my own on this subject.

Within these songs, there are some recurring themes that we can go on to have a look at. In the meantime, a lyrics jumble:

If I give my love again to you, will it be the same love that we once thought was true….hey diddle, I want you back.. I wouldn't make her her wooden table, I wouldn't care…. you sailed away one night in June..the mess I’m in…. you packed a bag, and like a birdie flew away, meanwhile, I'm sitting here, I'm getting in a mess…. you had your own way one too many times and now you’re going to find out what it`s like, just what it`s like, now you`re a mess….

by dawn’s first light I’ll come back to your room again..ah, long time no see baby sure has been a while…. your little man brings you trinkets when he can, but he can't stay, dear…. If you wanna love me again, I’ll take you for a ride in my Cadillac….my heart cries out for love..I can see the places that we used to go to now….want to get you in my heart again, want to love you once more..we can work it out together, we'll get through this somehow….

you couldn't have done a worse thing to me if you'da taken an arrow and run it right through me…. I know I was a crazy fool for treating you the way I did.. I wish that I could take it back..and if you let me try again, I'll have a better attitude…. I can wait another day until I call you.. and I won't go away until you tell me so, no I'll never go away…. once in a lifetime I'm a lucky man If I can find the kind of love that’s gonna last for me, twice in a lifetime is one of those unspoken dreams we usually reserve for fantasy…. you need love, write a letter, you need love write away..hey Cinderella, did you need that other fella…. did I ever take you in my arms, look you in the eye, tell you that I do?….

ever since you went away, i’ve had this sentimental inclination not to change a single thing.. ever since you left I have been trying to compose a 'baby will you please come home' note meant for you…. but his heart keeps aching in the same old way, he can't help feeling that she might come back someday….

here we are, where are we, cast adrift on some uncharted sea..I know we'll find our way, i know we'll reach the end if you will say you'll be my secret friend…. please remember this, after a time it's through and nevermore will there be days for me and you…. I hang patiently on every word you send, will we ever be much more than just friends?.. and I know dear, how much it's going to hurt, If you still refuse to get your hands dirty, so you, you must tell me something... I love you, say goodbye or anything…. what did I do to make her go, why must she be the one that I have to love so….

I can't wait much longer till you tell me baby, there’s some chance we'll get together maybe sooner or later, I'll be in with half a chance.. exorcise my demons, cast them out today, only you can do it, make them go away…. if you don't mind some stormy weather, we’ll be together in our fantasy..looking back it didn't hurt me, it did something for my soul, it taught me when you find a love don’t break it…. step into the misty mountains with your hair like ambered honey..give me love, be my lifelong passion…. If you love me, won't you call me, I’ve been waiting, waiting too long..in my soul is constant yearning, always singing, singing this song…. she’s good, she's kind, she's so refined but me, I'm losing my mind..though she haunts me like the sound of the rain, or a river running down to the ocean, I hate to complain, but it's happening again….

If you want me, tell me now, if I can be of any help, tell me how, let me love you like a friend, everything is gonna come right in the end…. do you, do-do, do you miss me? Do you, do-do, do you feel me?…. and if you take your love away from me, I’m only going to want it back.. to bring a happy ending to our song, I’ll carry on believing in a love…. well you could make my life complete, if you say that we could meet,for a minute on sixty second street…. come now lady don't you do me wrong.I fell for you and now it wont be long, before I hold you in my arms, before I take you to my heart again…. I said I love you I thought you knew, the last thing to do was to try to betray me, the new morning light, I'll never forget it….

there must have been a lot of heartache for you to sink so low.. I need loving, you need loving too..wouldn’t take a lot to get off the ground…. I will always be hoping, hoping you will always be holding my heart in your hand…. all alone I sit home by the phone waiting for you baby..through the years how can you stand to hear my pleading for you dear?…. when will you see me, my salamander..now don't try to tell me, oh no, don't answer, oh no, I’m getting closer, I’m getting closer to your heart….

well if the same thing happened to you, will you still put me through what you put me through?…. it was a time when we walked by the docks, I told you, "I need you all of my life" and watching the tugs rolling by together, do you remember?..do you remember the lights on the shore, how they reflected the rain on the road? I believed that you love me alone, it was real, do you remember?.. get enough, girlI can't get enough, enough of you…. I have to leave and when I'm gone, I’ll leave my message in my song…. emotional moments, you left in a rage, but if you could love me now I wouldn’t be in a cage..dramatic performance, direct from the stage but if you could get me out, I wouldn’t be in a cage….sunset’s painting up the sky, there’s something in my eye, why am I crying, it’s the 4th of july.. could it have something to do with the fact that I've been feeling blue since friday..you came in with him again and, suddenly, I knew it wasn't my day..why am I crying, it’s the fourth of July….

#paul mccartney

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sendpseuds · 11 months

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For the ask game: I'm going to be obnoxious and ask a shit ton but no pressure and just do the ones you feel like and/or have time for

How do you choose whose POV to write in?

What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

What motivates you during the writing process?

Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Dude. I have a surprise five-hour layover... I'm here to answer some questions hahaha

That being said, this first one...

1. I have no idea. POV is a real FEEL thing for me. I've noticed some patterns, for example, I tend to give the more tender smut scenes to whoever happens to be fucking Obi-Wan because I just feel like a soft Obi-Wan is more interesting through someone else's eyes, and Obi-Wan often gets his POV when he's hurting [of course].

This upcoming fic, [the infamous disaster threesome] has been a real lesson in perspective. Writing the same scene [especially a very intense and way too long smut scene] from three different perspectives has been WAY harder than I expected, but I really feel like it's only making me a stronger writer.

2. I'm really proud of the way my writing has evolved. I recently re-read a few early chapters and found myself desperately wanting to edit them. Not because I wanted to change any of the story or felt that my words weren't good enough, but because I can see how much I was clinging to traditional formatting.

I remember feeling like I needed to write in paragraphs and would get nervous when they didn't look as long as I thought they should.

Now, I've learned to embrace the return button.

Again.

And again.

Now, I'm writing the way I wanted to from the beginning but thought was WRONG.

I'm really proud of just letting myself write the way I want to.

3. I'm sure there are a million. The one my brain keeps coming back to over and over again is a Sith!Obi-Wan AU where HE is the one who tries to conquer Mandalore.

I have the vaguest of outlines and it's messy messy messy and maybe SOMEDAY I'll figure it all out, but alas, for now, it's just a mess

4. I... I don't read a lot. I'm a very slow reader which I've always been extremely insecure about [not that I think any of you would judge me on that but still].

This is actually one of the reasons I love fanfic so much.

With so many shorter works, I feel like I can consume just as many stories as my more literary friends in the same time.

5. NOT WELL! hahaha

Right now, the pressure I'm putting on myself is so intense, every time I open a doc I sort of just stare at the cursor until I close it. I actually haven't written more than a few sentences in, like, two weeks, because I just keep psyching myself out.

I'm working on it hahaha.

6. It was always FEEDBACK. Comments and Kudos are like a fucking drug that I need to ween myself off of, and what has replaced it had mostly been just fucking around? Just spitballing, brainstorming, and making stupid jokes and headcanons [mostly with @yourfavoritefridge who never yells at me].

7. A throwback to your second question: just write how you want to write.

Stop pretending that there is a CORRECT way to write. There isn't. Language is flexible. Grammar is made up. Punctuation is an incredible tool.

Write how YOU write.

🖤

#writing ask game #ask me anything #stuck at the airport

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vldkeith · 2 years

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julance☀️🌊🚀 week two: loverboy💘 or sharpshooter

a/n: ohmy god. this was like pulling teeth. im so sorry. maybe i'll rewrite it someday

read on ao3 (also plz leave kudos there if u can :3)

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If Keith and Lance weren’t absolute necessities for the formation of Voltron and thus the continued existence and preservation of the universe, Allura swears she would have fired them both and rocketed them back to earth the first chance she got.

Why, you might ask? Well, it’s simple, really.

“I keep finding you hidden away in closets and corners!” Allura bursts out, advancing forward threateningly even as the two culprits pull each other away from her and down the hall, laughing the whole way. “Stop it! Focus! I swear I’m going to—”

“Got it, Allura!” comes Lance’s echoed voice from somewhere far into the next hallway, thick with laughter. “Stop focusing, understood!”

“Lance—!” Allura’s voice is quickly drowned out by Lance’s loud cackling, along with Keith’s lower undercurrent of snickers. She throws her hands up, a myriad of expletives in both English and Altean running through her mind.

Like she said—fired immediately. Rocketed back to Earth.

Obviously, this is not the first time this sort of thing has happened. The first time, Allura had been wandering through the castleship, absorbed in her tablet as she read about the culture of a planet they were considering approaching for the mission. She’d been completely oblivious to everything around her, and it seemed, apparently, that she wasn’t the only one, because one second she was striding along, reading fluidly, and the next she was ramming into someone and shrieking as the tablet flew out of her hands.

Lance. It was Lance, if that wasn’t clear enough. A Lance who had clearly just stepped out of the damn closet they’d been right next to, his jacket half-off, his hair mussed, and several dark red and purple marks covering his neck.

To his credit, Lance began apologizing immediately. “Holy sh—Allura! Sorry, sorry!” he’d said, voice high-pitched with panic as he scrambled up and reached for her fallen tablet. Allura stayed on the floor, counting to ten as she observed Lance’s sloppy state.

Suddenly, she heard a click! behind her, and she whipped her head around to find the aforementioned closet door snapping shut.

Keith, she growled internally, giving Lance a murderous glare when he returned to her side and held out her tablet to her, expression sheepish yet still a little half-glazed.

“Sorry,” he said again, offering a small smile before vanishing completely.

That time, Allura had been too enraged and surprised to say anything. She’d merely watched him go with narrowed eyes, stood herself up, rapped on the closet door twice (and loudly; she swears she’d heard a yelp from inside), and carried on with her day as diplomatically as she could.

She did not make that same mistake the second time.

That time, she happened upon the two before they’d begun their little escapade, just as Lance was coaxing Keith into a different tiny closet, pulling him close and kissing him and murmuring in his ear in such a way that made Allura want to roll her eyes to the moon. She’d stood there for a while, arms folded, foot tapping, waiting for them to notice her.

They didn’t. In fact, Keith got halfway into the closet before the two noticed they had any kind of audience at all, and that was only because Allura grew tired of waiting and cleared her throat loudly.

They jumped a mile high. Allura would be lying if she said she hadn’t gotten some satisfaction from that.

“Really, you two?” she said, raising an eyebrow. Keith was rapidly coloring red, but Lance merely laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he poked his head out from the closet. “Again?”

“We’ve never—we’ve never done this before—” Keith began, but he quieted down the moment he caught Allura’s deadpan, disbelieving look. He turned and gave Lance an accusing glare.

“Ummmmm…” Lance drew the word out purposefully, which grated on Allura’s nerves even more. “We’re…sorry?”

Keith let out a groan, folding his head into his hands. Allura could almost laugh at their sorry version of smoothing things over, if she weren’t so exasperated and sick of their antics.

She held up three fingers and put down two. “Three strikes. Then you’re out.”

Lance gave her an amused look. “Where’d you learn about that phrase?”

“Hunk.” Allura’s tone didn’t change at all. “Now get out of the closet before I lock you two in there forever.”

After that, they scattered away—again, satisfying, but worth nothing considering the fact that they’d just went and done it again.

Though she’d made the threat, Allura hadn’t been sure what she’d do once they hit three times, and she’s still not sure, even now, and they have. She’d even let them escape her grasp!

In the middle of the hallway, Allura steeples her hands together, thinking. And then her eyes snap open.

She has the perfect idea.

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“Is this really necessary?” Lance’s voice is muffled by the several bags he’s got stacked in his hands, reaching all the way up to his forehead. Keith makes an unintelligible growling noise next to him.

“Absolutely,” Allura responds airily, picking through another rack of clothes. Next to her, Hunk makes an approving noise at her choices.

“Lance, Keith, I don’t know what you did to deserve this, but thank you,” he says, happily adding another shirt to Keith’s pile. He sags a little underneath it.

“Don’t lump me in with him!” Keith hisses. “All of it was Lance’s idea!”

“Was not! You were a willing participant!”

“Only because you—”

“Enough!” Allura pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. “The loverboy and the impulsive one, as if it’s not both of your faults.” She peers critically at them—or, at least, what she can see of them from behind their piles of bags and clothes. “Now, shhh. Less talking, more carrying.

She feels rather than sees the boys’ forlorn feelings, but that doesn’t really matter right now; Pidge and Shiro are beckoning for her to at the other side of the store, near the earring section.

An eye for an eye, as they say. Perhaps this will end their juvenile shenanigans. After all, Allura thinks as she gasps over the pink sparkly gem Shiro is showing her, we’re very busy saving the universe.

☕️ko-fi

#klance #klance fanfiction #julance2022 #lance mcclain #voltron #voltron fanfiction #keith kogane #renfic #😁🔫

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goldenchunkycat · 1 year

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Taking requests | Angst edition

Not a writing block but I don't feel like writing my two series and I've been inactive for a while so I'll be taking requests ! Keep in mind that: I will only write angst (so no happy ending), I will not write for the same quote two time (well, I don't think that a lot of people will participate eheh) !

You have to:

- pick a quote (TW: death, suicide, heartbreak) - chose a character (writing for: Skz, Enhypen, Avatar twow, BTS, Mha, Black Clover, AOT, Tokyo Revengers, Kuroko's basket and prob some others anime/manga, just ask) - maybe a small scenario if you want too - things you don't want me to do (like write a letter format ? idk how to explain) - send me a request (I'll not answer comments) - please be polite ♡

Quotes (red means that you can't pick this one !):

"Your memories will live on in my heart forever. I hope I get to see you in heaven !"

"The world changes from year to year, our lives from day to day, but the love and memory of you, shall never pass away."

"Farewell, my love, until we meet again someday, somewhere." (MHA)

"A father's love is forever imprinted on his child's heart."

"I felt like I had died too, and they just forgot to bury me."

"You can't find me in someone else." (Atwow)

"I was too used to his/her love." (Atwow)

"I cried in front of you, believe me, I've reached my limit."

"One day you will realize how much I cried for you."

"In your hesitation I found my answer." (Atwow)

"I gave you everything, what do you want ?"

"Why is it so hard to breathe ?"

"I always think that it's the last, but instead it only last."

"What are you expecting from me ? Live when I don't want to ?"

"Smile."

"Gone."

"You look happier." (Atwow)

#golden's on a quest #atwow x you #enhypen x reader #stray kids x reader #mha x reader #bts x reader #snk x reader #enhypen angst #stray kids angst #mha angst #snk angst #bts angst #atwow angst

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darubyprincx · 9 months

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Established Ideas For Writing Projects That Will Probably Also Be Quite Large And Time Consuming That Ive Been Idly Rotating for Months While Working On Ashes

That one play that the theatre kids in the Emhec Café universe are working on (untitled)

Formatted as a script for a play; will need to do additional research on how plays are created and formatted

Because I'm me, will also include some metadata (i.e annotations, scribble marks as allowed by ao3 formatting, might have to make a whole work skin for it dear lord i hope it doesn't come to that) from the three authors (Ren, Sausage, and also Wilbur Soot because he's here too)

Play is about a werewolf knight who receives an order from the king to hunt down and kill a werewolf that has been spotted in a nearby forest, which also happens to be the werewolf.

Sausage and Ren are writing the play as a comedy/drama with a healthy bit of gay subtext interjected because why on earth would they not; Wilbur is using it as an outlet to vent about his recent divorce and mostly just adds dramatic angsty monologues that are NOT in line with the tone of the rest of the play at all but the other two let him keep helping because 1. it's funny and 2. nobody knows how or where wilbur lives and they're worried that if he doesnt come to these meetings anymore rhen he might just straight up die.

none of my ideas for this are actually written down anywhere, all of them were brainstormed on a call with a friend like five months ago

immensely ambitious project but would also be fun as hell to write

The Odyssey but make it a modern day roadtrip AU- working title atm is "Took a Wrong Turn at a 7-11 (The Modyssey)"

(original idea by @ wolfythewitch here on Tumblr)

yes, i am going to attempt to interpret a millennia old classic work that has become a part of western literary canon. no, i have not actually read the odyssey before.

everyone has the same name and im like 90% sure that nobody dies. dunno how anything will work again i havent read the odyssey

instead of the argo being a ship, it is a camper van.

i literally have no idea how this is going to work but trust me okay i will do it eventually and it will be glorious and it will be posted to ao3.

Writing Projects That I Need To Actually Complete Before Starting Anything Else Mentioned Above

Echoes in the Halls of the Deeps

YOU HAVE ABANDONED IT FOR LITERAL FUCKING MONTHS GET BACK TO THIS PROJECT IT IS TFC CENTRIC YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING

Arsenic Tea (or Death and her Angel)

this one's been shoved way down the priority list i'll get to it someday but i started it for nanowrimo 2022 and burnt out so bad that i had to just scrap it and do something else to get a grade because i did it for a grade. it's a great concept! i was just in the trenches at the time

#ray's tag #writing #save #this post is mostly just so that i can have a reference to come back to whenever i want to work on current projects but i figured yall #would appreciate a list as well so that you know what to expect :]#arsenic tea i will return to u soon do not worry

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randomvarious · 10 months

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Today's compilation:

Oldies But Goodies, Vol. 1 1987 Doo Wop / Pop / R&B / Rock & Roll

Alright, folks, this is probably the last time that I'm gonna be typing out the name Art Laboe for a long while. He's the legendary Los Angeles radio DJ who did a lot of things in his career, including pioneering the art of repackaging oldies hits into various artist compilations—a seemingly simple format that you've likely taken for granted your whole life. However, before Laboe's groundbreaking Oldies But Goodies series was launched in the 50s—a phrase that he himself apparently coined!—scratching one's own nostalgia itch was a much more laborious task than just throwing on a single record to relive some of your faves from years past.

Now, upon its release, this series wound up selling like hotcakes, and it ended up yielding 15 different volumes in total. But as years would go by, rather than releasing more and more volumes after 1985, Laboe's label, Original Sound, insisted on retooling and reissuing these same albums with different tracklists instead. So, this compilation here was released as the first volume in the series, but it's actually a 1987 CD reissue, and its tracklist is markedly different from the actual first volume that had initiated this whole phenomenon decades prior.

Still though, the album's pretty good. Its first half is dominated by sappy doo wop ballads, which is the type of doo wop that I'm not too big a fan of, but it branches itself out nicely in the second half, closing out with a run of four unmistakable killers: Chuck Berry's landmark 1955 debut record, "Maybellene," which was one of the first songs to show people what rock & roll guitar could truly be capable of; The Cadets' "Stranded in the Jungle," an off-beat, moving and grooving 1956 one-hit wonder novelty, with deep-voiced spoken-word verses and jaunty bouts of horn and piano on its choruses; Lloyd Price's superbly catchy and highly popular 1958 New Orleans R&B rendition of "Stagger Lee;" and Etta James' 1955 debut record that never got any play on pop radio because it was deemed too risqué, but crushed it on the R&B chart anyway, "Dance With Me Henry," aka "The Wallflower," aka "Roll With Me Henry."

So, overall, out of all the Oldies But Goodies that I've now had the pleasure of diving into, this 1987 reissue of Volume 1 is probably my least favorite. But its final quartet of tunes is really nothing short of fantastic, and I just wish that the album could've been made with that same consistency all throughout, like a lot of other releases in this essential series seem to be.

Definitely not done with checking out oldies altogether, but I think I'll be putting this specific, history-making series to bed for the time being. I plan on revisiting it again someday, but that day is an indeterminately long way's away.

Highlights:

Chuck Berry - "Maybellene" The Cadets - "Stranded in the Jungle" Lloyd Price - "Stagger Lee" Etta James - "Dance With Me Henry"

#doo wop #r&b #rhythm and blues #r & b #rhythm & blues #rock & roll #rock and roll #pop #classic rock #classic pop #oldies #music #50s #50s music #50's #50's music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music

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tathrin · 1 year

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Revan = Isildur but with Light Side ending how?

Oh, okay! So I haven't actually figured out exactly how things went down, and actually trying to write it out semi-coherently now may end up toppling the whole house of cards let's see lmao...

But: I've extended the existence of the Empire from 20 years to 400 (I picked that number because Revan was 4,000 years ago in SW canon so it's tidy to just lop a zero off, but there's no actual specific plot reason for why it's 400 years specifically; that might get shortened a bit?) because I want this to be something that's been going on for multiple generations. Likely the Empire did not take over quite so immediately in this universe, probably because it had to actually conquer some places instead of just slot itself in as the auto-replacement for the Republic? So it's been in complete control of the galaxy for less than 400 years, but 400 years ago is when it started.

Revan themself is a rather ambiguous figure at this point (because I LOVE ambiguous Revan! that's the whole point of the game! Revan has to be ambiguous enough that they can potentially be anyone because you need anyone to be able to be Revan! ahem sorry I'll get off that soapbox now) so no one's exactly sure how things went down...but the legend goes that Revan defeated the Dark Lord, but then Fell themself and that was how Dark Lord II survived to ultimately lead the Empire to victory in the end. So Revan died (or "died"? no one is sure! but they sure did disappear from the historical narrative at that point!) a hero, but their victory was short-lived and ultimately led to the Empire's rise and conquest of the galaxy.

Aragorn may or may not be an actual descendant of Revan, but he's definitely descended from the survivors of the Jedi Purge. They have lived in secret, at the edges of the galaxy, passing their teachings down, training any Force Sensitives they can get to before the Empire does, their numbers slowly dwindling. They often wander alone, trying to help without attracting too much notice; they do not wield their lightsabers, for those would be too noticeable. They do not call themselves Jedi in public any longer (although they always remember what they are; why it matters) but rather the Grey Company, for they bring light to the darkness—but the darkness is so thick now that it is only a faint twilight. But there is a prophecy that someday their light will shine forth again, and it will be time to replace the crystals in their swords, and blaze bright again in one final stand against the Dark Side that will decide once and for all the Balance of the Force. Aragorn has carried an empty lightsaber hilt and a cracked kyber crystal around for ages...perhaps one once carried by Revan themself?

But there is a second story about Revan, one whispered by the Grey Company among themselves: that it was in fact Revan who was the Dark Lord who rose from the defeat of the first one; that in order to destroy the Dark Lord Morgoth, Revan leaned too far into the Dark Side and fell. The power was too tempting and they became what they had once fought against, and went on to slaughter hundreds of their former friends and fellows in the formation of their Empire; in the great Jedi Purge that decimated the Order and sent its scattered survivors into shadows and hiding. Aragorn fears the temptations of power above all; fears that the Force itself might be his undoing, even as it is his guide and strength. Because if Revan, brightest of all Jedi, could fall then so could he.

So not Light Side Ending Revan, no...rather, we're set before the game begins (and the tales do not speak of whether Revan died as part of the Dark or the Light, because in the tales Revan dies before they could Fall). Most of the galaxy only knows the part of the story that ends with Revan's "death" in a Heroic Last Stand, a parry-of-two-widows situation if you will; they know that Revan destroyed Morgoth and was destroyed themselves in the doing...but they don't know that in this case destroyed does not mean killed, but rather corrupted. The Jedi know otherwise, but even they do not how the Dark Lord that was once Revan eventually died.

#btw i'm delighted to take Species Suggestions for any of these characters if folks have thoughts!#revan #aragorn #lord of the star ring wars #star wars au #lotr au #my stuff

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thetruearchmagos · 1 year

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Find The Word Tag Game

Thank you @theskeletonprior for the Tag!

I'll be Tagging @muddshadow @theprissythumbelina @moonscribbler @moonlitinks @jamieanovels @orphicpoieses @sanguine-arena @lividdreamz

FYI, the format here's [WORD: WIP]

Scarlet: The Lost Arts Of War

White marble and grey stone, capped with the blues of aged copper, the vast and towering edifice of the Royal Langford Museum loomed over the crowds assembled before it. Two scarlet and gold trimmed banners ran down either side of its open doors, the air all around filled with the buzz and hum of life, as visitors in the thousands surged forth through those open gates.

Tillery looked upon the scene from a bus stop opposite, and with the people-choked streets between him and work he was in a noticebly less happy mood. He gripped his hands hard in a fist, then resigned himself to taking the walk through the crowds.

Daylight: Welcome To The O.D.D.

"Oh, by the way, I'd recommend getting your fat arses there while you've still got daylight. Again, it ought to all be fine, but... better safe than sorry, especially with the usual sorts you two meet."

Judging by the fact that Adlan could see said daylight steadily sinking beneath the horizon, that made a second thing gone to shit so far. Just peachy.,,,,

Twist: Terror Immortal

Crack

The shell burst into two, and out of it, in slow motion, a slimy, jet black form shot out,

and touched him.

First, he was flung back, and soon he rolled about on the floor, writhing and twisting and screaming without a sound.

He was burning. Through his protective gear and in his skin, he could feel the heat cut through it all, and sear his within. In the haze of fear, pain, and some malevolent fog that clouded through his conscious, a bare thought pierced through.

Run straight to the walls

Hope: A Matter Of Principle

That night in the forest, there were only two sounds he could hear. The first was the harsh, crisp crunching of the ground under his feet as he ran, twigs snapping and leaves crackling as if the very land wished to betray him. The second was his own breathing, the laboured gasps and heavy panting through which he could hardly think.

He was in the deep end, now. He stopped, half bent over and propped up on one arm against a tree as he drank in the midnight breeze. That thing, whatever it could be described as, was somewhere, unless the others had managed to put it down. Though, judging by the screams he heard from the camp as he ran off, he didn't put too much hope in that.

After a few more minutes of heaving in the night air, the man reached into his coat, and from it pulled out a small, silvery flask. His hands slipped around the cap all over, before he finally ripped it open and drowned himself in its contents, chugging the bottle in a single gulp.

Until: Swift Seas And Whirlwinds

Vice Admiral Olivia D. Oxley looked upon it all, and she was sad to see what had become of her home, her ship, her and others labour of love, even though she knew that this was precisely what this grey machine would become someday, knew it from the start, and counted the days until the call came through. The ship was made ready, her weapons stocked, her crew drilled in all the glories of her beloved Fleet, and she herself prepared to see the coming storm through to the end. And maybe, just maybe, to a tranquil, quiet, lonely silence of peace afterwards.,

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Oh, that's great! 🖤 I don't exchange tunes too often so this is fun! Aahhh, that's a gorgeous way to look at it too. 😊 But alrighty! Let's see...

Monsters, Gothminister

Angel, Gothminister

Viva Vendetta, Lord Of The Lost

Stockholm Syndrome, Nostalghia

Lucretia My Reflection, Sisters of Mercy

Die in the Disco, Night Club

Norupo, Heilung

Here's a few I'm really enjoying lately; I hope you find something new or that you like! If not I may be able to send some more. 🥰 I sent 2 for Gothminister 'cause I'm especially fixated on them right now, haha.

Maybe I can get into it someday, my brother also seems interested so we may try looking into that eventually! Personally I think it'd be fun to put together snacks related to whatever is being played, especially baked goods.🧁 asdhjfkal; my anxiety could never! That's why I'm grateful that it seems more systems are implementing npcs if you can't put together a party. 😌

Oof, the story. Hm, well... writing is something I picked up again after 10 years and I didn't stick with it very long before! But this story came about when I was thinking about the Darksiders games and how different things would've been if more of humanity survived the apocalypse and managed to rebuild. Humanity might have also suffered some mutations allowing for supernatural abilities. 👀 I was going to keep it close to the source material, but it's really developed since and it's still in the beginning stages! Anyhow, I can't say too much on it publicly until I get the blog started. I'm not sure how familiar you are with the interactive fiction community, but it's being written in that format using either Twine or ChoiceScript; haven't decided yet lmao. It's my first large project and while overwhelming, it's exciting too! I won't be charging or taking money for it however since it's still kinda set in the Darksiders universe. I can't talk about the characters yet as much as I would like to! 😭

Mal sounds like such a sweetheart. 🤲🏻💕 I'm sorry I don't have much to say in regards to the answers, but I was smiling the entire time reading! And I can 100% get behind stews and potatoes. Also! If he's ashamed of candy crush, he shouldn't be! It seems like it'd be therapeutic which sounds like it may be very much needed. 🥲 The last answer brings me to a couple of other questions if that's okay! What does his cat look like and what's their name? 💖 I had also forgotten another question, but what would Mal's favorite song(s) be?

AHH, so beautiful, and in such a lovely color! I'll treasure this conversation and image forever. 🥺🌼

OH GOD I MISSED THIS I'M SO SORRY 😭

BUT YAY thank you so much for these recs!! heilung was the only band i was familiar with and i hadn't heard that song of theirs! THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD ! i think lucretia, my reflection was my favorite! i can DEFINITELY see why you're hooked on gothminister the energy is SO GOOD

and yes!! table snacks is one of the best parts of in-person games -- most things i play are over discord these days, but i miss being Around People and playing! BUT YES dungeon npcs are a lifesaver...... don't have to deal with Gamer Salt

AND DUDE THAT STORY CONCEPT SOUNDS SO SICK I LOVE THAT! and i love interactive fiction! i'm currently hooked on 'the northern passage', and am working through as many routes in 'tell me if there's a way home' as i can find! it's such an excellent storytelling medium but i can definitely understand how it's a huge undertaking! i'm sure you'll rock it!!

more questions are always okay! i'm genuinely so honored that you're so interested in my boy 😭💙 his cat is a rescue named spatula LMAO blame my friends for that one IT STARTED AS A JOKE but now it's real. she has many nicknames, most often just spats but 'count spatula' is the funniest one so far - she's a long-haired tuxedo cat!

LMAO CHRIST. TOOK A MILLION YEARS TO ANSWER THEN... SAVED IT AS A DRAFT FOR A MILLION MORE

thank you for your patience you are a GIFT!! 🌸

#THANK YOU AS ALWAYS YOUR PRESENCE IS A GIFT THAT I WILL TREASURE FOR AEONS TO COME #asks

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paleparearchive · 18 days

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Hidden Passion

Renoir's initial 4★ story (3/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: dormitory hallway (morning) ; Renoir, Monet, Sisley & Bazille's room | Characters: Renoir, Aoi/MC

Renoir: Why was I so serious… Do you want to know?

Aoi: Of course. You're working so hard. How can I not care?

Renoir: I see… Fufu, It's nice to know that you care. And I'd be more than happy if you could guess the answer. Would you like to reveal my innermost thoughts?

Aoi: (Why a quiz format…)

Hmm, let's see… to exhibit your work in an exhibition?

Renoir: Too bad, you're out of line.

Aoi: Ah, I got it! Because you were inspired by Manet-san, right?

Renoir: I certainly respect Manet-san, but… wrong.

Aoi: Uh, it's wrong? I was so confident…

(If Manet-san isn't the reason, what other reasons could there be?)

Hmmmmmm…

Renoir: Oh look, while you were wondering, we arrived at my room.

Aoi: (I can't believe that Renoir-kun, who is always so lazy, became so serious. I think there's a lot more to it…)

Renoir: Do you really not get it?

Aoi: … I give up. I can't think of anything at all.

Renoir: Fufu, then I'll give you a special hint. You see… I'm trying to be the guy you find attractive.

Aoi: Huh?

Renoir: There are a lot of guys around you. I might be one of them. However… I don't want to be one of many, I want to be the special one. So, I want to move your heart, even if just a little. I wanted to leave a mark on your heart… at least I thought so.

… So, what do you think of this me?

Aoi: What do I think, you say…

(Why is he suddenly saying these things? With such a serious expression on his face…)

(... Ah! I remember we were talking about it yesterday when we were having the tea party. I said my type is hardworking people. Does that mean he's hitting on me to suit my taste…?)

Renoir: I'm serious. I am thinking of you from the bottom of my heart. And I can't lie to my own heart. So… I want to hear how you feel, my lady.

Aoi: Ah… uhm, er… Your serious look is nice, but I think I like the usual loose Renoir-kun better.

Renoir: … Fufu, I see.

Sigh, if it were a normal girl, she would fall for that one… After all, you're not a simple person, my lady.

Aoi: Hahaha… is that so?

Renoir: Yes, I once again realized that it's precisely because you're that kind of young lady that you're so attractive. You're consistent, always looking forward, never giving up no matter what… you're full of charm, my lady.

Aoi: You're exaggerating. There are plenty of people more attractive than me.

Renoir: Fufu, you're not even aware of it. You didn't even flinch a little when I was that close to you… Maybe that's why I want to get a little more serious about it.

… Hey, my lady. I'll definitely steal your heart someday. You just have to be ready for that, okay?

Aoi: Oh god, Renoir-kun… Instead of stealing my heart, for now I'd like your paintings to steal the customers' hearts, okay?

Renoie: Haha, as expected from you, my lady. It seems that even I can't compete with art.

Sorry, I was just kidding before. But still… fufu, it's refreshing to see such a complete loss. I can't believe that you're not thrilled with me at all. But I still enjoy being with you.

Aoi: I also enjoy talking and being with you, Renoir-kun. By the way... Is it true what you said about the paintings you wanted to show me?

Renoir: Yes, that's not a lie. Ah, you said I was inspired by Manet-san earlier… well, you were actually right. The painting that Manet completed before was amazing. It really sparked my creative desire. It's been a long time since I've wanted to paint like that.

Aoi: Could it be, it's all the ones you put here? It's quite a lot…

Renoir: There are Sisley and the others' as well. It seems everyone was inspired by Manet's painting. I think the one who painted the most was Monet. "I'll show ya a picture like Manet-aniki's!"... He was pretty much on fire, you know.

Aoi: Fufu, I can imagine. Monet-kun adores Manet-san so much, doesn't he?

Renoir: Let's see, the one I painted was… here, this one. I'd be happy to hear your honest opinion, okay?

Aoi: Wow…! Such a beautiful picture. It's a lovely picture that really conveys your feelings.

Renoir: Fufu, thank you. Hearing that from you makes me feel more confident. If I get compliments from you, I might be able to become a little more serious about painting.

… So, keep an eye on me until then.

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