#and even IF i managed to convey everything perfectly no one would GET IT. GET ME.

[byuntrash101]

the better friend

f!reader x san x mingi ft ateez smut | mdni 7.3k a good friend lets a friend watch but a better friend lets him join nsfw tags under the cut

idol!au, dom bf!san, switch simp!mingi (rengoku hair mingi because im weak for him), a teeny tiny bit of plot, san is an evil genius in this, biting, marking, exhibitionism/voyeurism (mingi peeping at reader and san), sensory deprivation (blindfold), suspicion of dubcon but it's cleared out, masturbation (m), oral (m), fingering (f), threesome with sangi, unprotected sex (don't do that kids), praises and degradation (good girl, darling, princess... but also slut, whore, etc), lots of begging, so. much. teasing, kitty slaps <33333 (san is the kitty slapper™), finger sucking (f & m), ruined orgasm (f), dumbification (reader and mingi are fucked stupid), sloppy seconds, cum play (lots of cum), multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation (m), facial (f), a bit of spit kink, squirting, lowkey wholesome ending (we love to see it)

this a sequel to the good friend but it can be read as a stand alone. you just have to know san and reader have been dating for a long time and mingi has been simping for reader for almost as long.

a/n: i really went all in tbh. i dont know what happened but like. this fic is filthy and I LOVE IT. also consider this our collective manifestation prayer circle to achieve barricade tickets for the upcoming tour <3

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Usually you wouldn’t watch the concert from the crowd. San said it would be too distracting to see you in the pit of faces along with the cheering crowd of entranced fans. Moreover, he could perform any song for you whenever you wanted, you simply had to ask. But you always argued it wasn’t the same looking from backstage because the angle was all wrong and the sound wasn’t as clear. And for the private concerts, they didn’t have the sparkly outfits and San didn’t have the same drive, the same aura he had on stage.

“Even with the best will in the world I can't cheer as loud and stroke your ego as good as a crowd of tens of thousands of Atinys chanting your name in unisson.” 

San only sighed. All those points were indeed valid. And he had to admit defeat.

“Just this once, ok?” and you practically jumped in his arms and kissed him all over his pretty face which traded the deep creases between his straight brows and the pout for an amused smile on his lips. “But you gotta promise me to blend in” he said sternly, momentarily getting out of the array of kisses to make sure he got his point across. You nodded firmly.

“Don’t worry too much about it Sannie~”  you said before hugging him again. 

“Yeah…” he said and you felt his cheek lifting against yours once more. An idea blossomed within him.

***

The concert was insane. You were so glad you had finally convinced your performer boyfriend. Being there in the crowd felt so much different from backstage. There you could cheer and enjoy the show in a way that was so much more intense and raw. You screamed and chanted and sang. You did everything. Yeosang even waved at you and you waved back. But it all felt and looked like a normal fan to idol interaction. So you were doing a pretty good job at keeping your promise to your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil, that man captivated you. His aura on stage was unparalleled. His moves were sharp, his eyes focussed, his voice powerful and stable. He was incredibly professional. 

He perfectly conveyed every emotion of each act so perfectly. His delivery carried out sorrow and depth throughout the emotional songs and his moves inspired power and aplomb during the upbeat and energetic ones.

The fact that he still manages to surprise you every time with his talent and drive is incredible in itself. You were there every step of the way of his journey. You met a kid with a dream and now you stood in front of a man with passion. 

And what a man he was. You couldn’t get enough of him, enough of the way he moved so effortlessly on stage, enough of the way his presence filled the venue entirely. You couldn't take your eyes off him. The way the tight black sleeveless top hugged his frame, how his broad shoulders moved and accompanied every beat, how the sweat rolled off his temples and neck to get soaked by the black fabric, how his prominent muscles flexed and relaxed, the way the light bounced off his glossy bronzed skin. 

He was born to be on this stage of that you were convinced without the shadow of a doubt. 

But curiously when you weren’t eyeing your boyfriend like candy you found your eyes weirdly gravitating toward another member… Mingi. Well, no it wasn’t that weird, after all Mingi was your friend, a very good friend. Yeah it was only normal that you wanted to witness him in his element too. 

A friend cheering for a friend. 

Everything was perfectly normal. Everything? Even the thrill you felt when he delivered powerful and incisive rap verses with that low voice that was his signature? Even the tingle you felt in your guts when you saw him perfectly execute the body waves? Even the heat rushing to your chest and face when you saw the way his flexible hips rolled and thrusted? Even the unquenchable thirst you felt when you noticed the way his lips rounded up around the water bottle as he threw his head back and swallowed in big gulps, droplets of sweat running down the column of his throat and dripping at the soaked ends of the bright orange and red hair? Yes! Normal! Everything. Just normal…

But what was it, that you felt your eyes locked with his and you noticed he was also watching you. A fleeting second that seemed to last for a lifetime, hung in between the tensed and humid air. A second that silenced the crowd around you. And as quick as your eyes met his, the contact was broken. 

San once again smirked.

And the show went on.

***

When the show ended you waited a little for the venue to empty. Some people were still hanging around chatting excitedly about the fresh core memories they had made or taking selfies to ensure the memories stayed vivid for a long time. But you managed to sneak behind the barricades unnoticed. 

You found the members exchanging and laughing at some minor unnoticed mistakes that happened that you didn’t even catch.

“Y/n-ah!!” Wooyoung was the first one to notice you. And he wrapped his arms around your nape lovingly. “How was the show? Did you like it? Who was the most handsome back there? Was it me? Don’t say San or I will get mad! It was me, wasn’t it?”

You only laughed returning his warm embrace.

“You’re lucky Mingi isn’t here when you get this handsy with y/n” Yunho remarked, crossing his arms on his chest. You and Yeosang were the only ones that appeared remotely confused by the statement. 

“You mean San?” Yeosang asked, in an attempt to clear out the confusion but Yunho only shook his head.

“San doesn’t mind it as much.” Yunho added.

“Mingi is the one that only tolerates San being all touchy touchy with y/n” Seonghwa said, as he was removing his mic pack from his back pocket. 

You were still very much perplexed but when you went back to look at Yeosang he was just nodding knowingly in approbation. You decided to not pay more attention to the strange exchange because you only wanted to congratulate San.

“Speaking of my wonderful boyfriend. Any idea where he’s hiding?” 

Hongjoong shrugged as he looked around. 

“San and Mingi already went back to the dressing rooms, I think” Jongho said. 

“Thanks big baby” you said, ruffling his hair and fleeing instantly while you heard him complain about it in the distance. 

Once you reached the hall of individual dressing rooms you rushed to San’s door ready to barge in before you heard a muffled conversation coming from the other side. You couldn’t make much of what was being said but you recognized the voices without a doubt. You decided to knock before letting yourself in carefully.

“Oh! y/n, baby” San rushed to you as soon as you entered while Mingi stood there and gave you a silent nod and an awkward half smile (the signature business smile as Yunho liked to call it). You returned the smile, perfectly mirroring Mingi’s awkwardness. “So how was the show?” San continued paying no mind to Mingi anymore, solely focussing on you.

“I’m gonna get going” Mingi said, somewhat hurriedly before walking past you and heading towards the door. Before closing it he exchanged a knowing glance with San who returned it with a nod, you tried to decipher the unreadable expression on your boyfriend’s face but to no avail. And your tall fire haired friend disappeared promptly behind the door. Something felt strange about the whole ordeal but you couldn't pinpoint it. 

But after the tension you felt looking at Mingi during the concert you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, to bring him up. You wanted to focus on your boyfriend. That was the best thing to do… for everyone.

“So~ baby ~. Did you enjoy yourself?” San asked and he snaked his strong arm around your waist, his skin still had a light sheen of sweat about it.

“You were incredible!!” you said enthusiastically, trying your best to get rid of the outlandish feeling and the lingering guilt.

“Was I, huh? Really?” he said, curious to hear more. You knew how much San liked to be praised so you went on.

“You’re the performer of the century! Your voice was so good like baby your mic was ON!” San nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

“Go on” he said as he was planting soft kisses on your skin. His hands were now roaming your body sliding up your arms and down your spine to the small of your back and up again. He was really enjoying the praises, so much so that the atmosphere shifted again to feel a little heavier, a subtle change that you picked up on right away. After dating San for so long you knew him all too well to not know what the soft touches and gentle kisses on your neck meant. So you matched his energy. What better way to chase away Mingi’s memory than to let your boyfriend fuck you stupid until you could only remember his name and the way his cock felt inside you?

“Yes. You looked so focussed and you looked so good.'' Another kiss and another, slower, lingering, warm. “I couldn't take my eyes off you” you felt him smirk against your skin. That was a lie. He knew that but somehow that lighted a fire in him. And he threw a look to the ajar door of the dressing room.

“Fuck you smell so good baby” San huffed pushing his hardening cock onto your hip and you bit your lip to repress a moan. “It was so hard not to look at you while you were down in the pit” He breathed against your skin. “I wanted to make you step on that stage and take you right there.” He pushed his cock with more intent onto you. “I wanted everyone to see you. I wanted everyone to know what a good little slut you can be for me” This time the kiss had more teeth, you felt him bite onto your neck. “Can you imagine? All those eyes on you?” 

This mere vision had you moaning and throwing your head back. In a flash your brain played it like a movie for you: you, sprawled out onto the stage, being a good girl for your boyfriend. Your face flushed and your folds glistening with need. While he pushed into you under the roars of the crowd. Under their gaze. Under his gaze. Mingi looking at you being fucked full of cock and cum. Mingi looking at you… The thought sent a wave of arousal through your guts and you felt your panties becoming uncomfortably wet.

“Fuck” San complained in a short breath, his rumbling voice bringing you back. “I want you so fucking bad” the urgency that laced his low voice made the carnal confession that much more real. The sexual tension was almost palpable.

“Then what are you waiting for?” you said teasingly, pressing your thigh up his groin and you felt him melt into the skin of your neck with a small gasp. You smirked, satisfied.

“Fuck baby you’re so so bad” he teased and extended his hand to the clothing rack of gaudy and studded stage outfits that was next to you. “I want us to play today” his fingers interlaced with a silk scarf that you believed belonged to one of Yunho’s fits from a previous stage. “What about a little sensory deprivation play? What do you say baby?” He asked, holding the makeshift blindfold. 

You thought of it for a second. Any other time you would have jumped on the occasion but now… your goal was precisely to look at San to forget… well everything else. There’s really no telling what your imagination will run to if your eyes aren’t able to only take in the figure of your boyfriend. And that scared you a little bit. San sensed it right away.

“You know you can trust me right?” you knew that much of course you could trust him. But could you trust yourself?  

“I know what you like, baby don’t worry. Let’s try something new, okay?”

“Okay” you finally exhaled.

***

Mingi didn’t know what he was still doing there. Hunched over and peeping through the small gap of the door like a creep. He should go, he should have gone a long time ago. That was just a crazy idea. What kind of friend just agrees when he’s asked to watch his friend and his girlfriend (who also happened to be his crush) fuck? He should have declined and left but no. He said yes. And he didn’t even think twice, didn't even question it. He just blurted yes like a pathetic simp that’s been waiting for the occasion forever. (That was true unfortunately but Mingi wasn’t ready to admit that to himself). Now San probably thought he was a weird fucking pervert. A fucking freak. But he wasn't…right? Right! Yeah, of course he wasn’t! So he should leave… He should leave like now. But he couldn't.

He couldn’t when he saw your face change as San buried his face into your neck. He loved the way your eyes changed when he saw San roll his hips against yours. The whole aura about you changed, your gaze darkened but also your voice. It became lower, more sultry. He couldn’t make out what you two were saying but he didn’t have to because the non verbal language was more than enough to understand the simple primal interaction that was happening between you two. 

You were about to fuck…

When San grabbed Yunho’s silk scarf and held it to you. Mingi felt your hesitation but then an instant later San was carefully tying the silk ribbon at the back of your head. Not too tight just enough to keep you from seeing anything. And just like that in a second it was dark.

Mingi watched his friend guiding you to the vanity and you giggled playfully as his large hands snaked to your thighs and grabbed your ass to hoist you up the furniture, pushing the makeup products in the process, one lipstick rolling off the surface and on the ground. Neither of you both even realized and Mingi couldn’t care less especially now that San’s hand left your hip to turn around and signal Mingi to enter back into the room. 

His heart sunk into the pit of his stomach. Was he really about to do that? Yeah of course he was. Because his body was moving on its own, feeling the irrepressible pull, the inexplicable magnetism he felt for you from that very first day in Gang-nam. 

San’s hand moved to his lips to signal his tall friend not to make any noise. And as if he was floating Mingi found himself holding his breath and standing to your side ogling you hungrily as San focussed back on you. His hand leaving his lips to ride your skirt up your hips and revealing the black lace panties.

“Did you know we were going to do that?” your boyfriend asked and you didn’t need to see to know about the shit eating grin on his face. “Is it why you wore such easy-access clothes?”

You gasped and bit your lip. You couldn't see but you could feel. San’s warm hands on your thigh rose goosebumps on your skin. The heightened sensations made more arousal pool in your panties.

“Answer me, baby” San said, low voice taking on a commanding tone before suddenly pulling on your blouse, popping open every single one of your snap buttons and just like that your black lace bra was also on display.

And Mingi thought he was going to explode. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he had to clench his fist so hard and only the dull pain in his palms kept him from gasping at the breathtaking view. How fucking beautiful could you be? 

San grabbed a fist full of your breasts kneading them roughly through your undergarment to urge an answer out of you 

“Yes!” you hurriedly replied. Arching your back into his touch. “I wore this skirt and blouse because I know how much you like to rip them off” 

“Good girl”

You heard your boyfriend hum in satisfaction and what you didn't hear was Mingi biting down on his lip so hard he could have drawn blood. But he couldn’t do otherwise when San’s fingers hooked themselves on the waist band of the lace and dragged the article of clothing along your thighs until it hung loosely on one of your ankles.

“Show me everything” San said in a breath, harshly tugging on your bra as your breasts jumped out and spilled to each side of your chest.

Mingi repressed a strangled gasp in the back of his throat as his dripping cock strained against the tight concert attire. 

“I said everything baby” San said and you knew exactly what he meant. Slowly you spread your legs to let the vanity light shine right onto your heat as everything remained dark on your part. 

Mingi felt like his brain was going to give out as your body was revealed. Your perfect breasts and hardened nipples and of course your dripping core. Long strings of slick linked your hole to the skin of your inner thighs. Mingi felt dizzy at the sight.

“Good girl” San praised again. “You always get wet so easily don't you?” he chuckled while you fought the urge to touch yourself. “Good little slut” he praised again, his hands dipping between your thighs and aiming right away for your clit. 

You pushed your hips onto his touch and moaned as he circled your bundle of nerves exactly how you liked it. 

“Fuck Sannie” you whined. “More please” 

“Want your cute little cunt finger fucked?” San cooed with his honey toned voice. And you nodded enthusiastically. But that only earned you a sharp slap on your exposed center. The wet clap resounded in the empty room. It seemed amplified for you. You moaned loudly at the stinging feeling, the delicious and unexpected pain made your legs tense up and shake slightly.

“You’re wearing a blindfold, not a gagball, princess. Use your words” San said sternly landing another slap on your swollen clit before gently circling it again.

“Y-yess!! Yes!!! P-please. Want your fingers inside” you replied in a strangle moaned, your hips uncontrollably following San’s every move.

Mingi’s jaw dropped to the floor he never knew you’d enjoyed such things, he never knew you’d enjoy the harsh tone of voice and the pain but there was no doubt you were actually loving every single second of this. Mingi was certain of it when he saw the way your cunt reacted to each little slap, the way you quivered, the way you rolled your hips into San’s hand, the pleasured moans that cascaded from your lips. Mingi couldn't take it anymore and without even realizing it he found himself palming his hard and leaking cock through his pants. 

“Good girl” San praised right before pushing two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them right into your sweet spot. You felt your concerns melt right away as you felt the two digits permeate you. The familiar feeling of the ring on his index made your mind go blank at the pleasure you felt radiating from your very core.

“F-fuck.. Sa-annie…” you breathed out with difficulty.

“Shhh. That’s it baby. I got you” San cooed, laying his other hand on your thigh, stroking it lightly. “You’re so good baby. You take my fingers so well”

The praises were setting your mind and body on fire, and you were giving in to the brazier. You moaned louder as San was pumping in and out of your cunt more rapidly, dragging out the wet squelching sounds that bounced off the walls and came back to your ears.

And Mingi’s too. He was completely entranced by the way your cunt was sucking in San’s fingers. You were so eager for them, your pussy clenching and throbbing around them every time he pulled out and welcoming them back when he pushed back in creating more thick and clear slick to gush out of your hungry little hole, the pull of arousal soon forming a small puddle in San’s palm. Mingi couldn’t think anymore, he could only rub his painfully hard cock as the wet precum stain became visible through his pants. 

“Baby are you going to cum?” San asked, his other hand leaving your thigh to lay flat on your stomach and drawing quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Yesss” you said through gritted teeth. But as you felt the familiar build up almost reach the peak it went away. San withdrew his fingers and took them out of your poor confused little cunt. Leaving you there to clench around nothing and whines slipped from your lips at the sudden loss of the fullness.

“You’re so greedy today” San said before slapping your eager little cunt again. You moaned and shook under him, fighting the urge to close your legs. “I’m not done playing with you”

San started to rub your clit again with his thumb with one hand while he lifted the other slick coated one to his tall friend. He wanted to chuckle but fought against it when Mingi looked back at him with puzzled puppy eyes. So he approached his hand closer to his face and mouthed “taste her”.

Mingi’s brain had given up a long time ago, so he was moving only on instincts when he opened his mouth and licked around his friend's digits as silently as possible. That was a dream come true never in a lifetime he would have hoped to taste you like this. Ever. You tasted so sweet and sinful, the velvety nectar slided on his tongue so smoothly and his eyes rolled back as he solely focused on your taste on his tongue and your alluring scent floating to his nose. 

Fuck that was what San had the pleasure of tasting everytime he found himself between your legs. If only he could taste more. Without even thinking Mingi wrapped both his hands around his friend’s wrist pushing his hand further into his mouth and sucked avidly on the cum coated finger and back to the pool of arousal that had gathered in his palm.

“Yeah that’s it” San praised as he circled your clit slowly, offering some kind of relief to the painfully swollen nub. But the praise was more for Mingi than for you. He smirked as he saw his friend devour your essence as if he was a parched man and the smirk only grew wider when he took back his hand and Mingi opened his eyes back looking at him with a glazed over stare. At that moment San knew his friend was done for.

“Here Princess” San said, extending to you his hand that was now coated in your own slick and Mingi’s spit. You instinctively welcomed the wet fingers into your mouth wrapping your lips around them and sucking them avidly. “How does it taste?”

“Sho- hmph… goodjf” you struggled to reply not wanting to let go of your boyfriend’s fingers.

Mingi was absolutely mesmerized by the way you were so eagerly sucking San’s fingers. Mixing your cum, your spit but also his own. His cock throbbed at the thought of cutting the middleman that was San’s hand and just lean down to kiss you. Lapping at your lips for entrance and diving into you, body and soul. He wanted it all.

“Such a good girl for me” San praised taking his fingers back, not without a quiet whine from your end and a repressed moan from Mingi. 

But the disappointment was short lived when you heard your boyfriend fidgeting with his pants and you knew what was coming up next. You prompted yourself on your elbow and spread your legs wider. San chuckled while Mingi cursed silently.

You were dying to see what San was doing. You wanted to see how he kicked off the pants and took his raging hard cock in hand to pump his fist a couple of times around it. You wanted to see him between your thighs as he rubbed his tip on your wets folds. You arched your back into him again, urging him to fill you up full of his cock.

“Fuck you’re so impatient, baby” He growled as he pushed his tip inside you earning a cry from you. “Is that what you wanted?" he huffed, his eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt the vice grip of your pussy around him. Even after a thousand times you still felt so good. So wet and tight for him.

“Y-yess! Oh fuck i- yes thank you Sannieee” you were barely able to say as you felt your cunt stretch around San’s girth. You lifted your face as if you could see him splitting you in two. You’d always liked to see him fill you up but sadly you couldn’t.

But Mingi, on the other hand, could see it all.

Mingi couldn’t help it anymore he pulled his pants and boxers down midthigh just enough to take his hard and leaking cock out. He didn’t take the time to undress. He didn’t have the time he needed to stroke his cock at the exact same pace as San was fucking you. 

Said pace was slow and deep. San liked to start out like that, he liked to drive you mad. You felt every inch of him leisurely pushing his thick cock inside until it touched the deepest part of you only to pull out just as slowly, enjoying the way your cunt gripped around him desperate to ever let him go. You were whimpering, whining and squirming. You were going crazy and you weren't the only one.

Mingi was struggling just as much as you were, his balled fist tightly wrapped around his aching length languidly going up and down. He was struggling to keep the hellishly slow pace, struggling to not stroke his fat cock faster but he had to if he wanted to maintain the illusion that it was him inside of you.

At some point San felt merciful and started to go faster. Not for you really he enjoyed to torture you way too much but it was more for Mingi, he noticed his tall friend pinching his lips into a thin line, sharp eyes shutting close and eyebrow digging a deep crease on his forehead. San enjoyed the anguish but he also enjoyed seeing the relief spread on his friends face when he finally fucked you harder. Your cunt became even tighter around San and he found himself moaning rhythmically along with you every time he pushed his thick cock inside you. While Mingi’s eyes didn't once leave your throbbing pretty pussy gushing out more and more translucent slick.

San gradually picked the pace to the point he was soon smashing his hips into you. Making your breasts jump with each powerful thrust. The fact that you couldn’t see your boyfriend makes you feel him that much more. You felt his strong and calloused hands on your thigh and waist and you felt his cock perfectly splitting you in two to this hellish rhythm that made you forget about anything else. Including your surroundings. You were no longer able to keep your voice down. Everything felt too strong, too good to be able to mask the loud moans of pleasure into small, controlled little whimpers. 

“F-fuck you’re really enjoying your…self” San struggled to say. “Aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer anything back. You could only let your tongue loll out of your mouth while you moaned incoherent words.

Mingi’s eyes kept on darting between your swollen cunt and your fucked out face. He just knew that underneath the silk blindfold you were rolling your eyes. And that made his cock twitch in his hold, more precum oozing out the tip, at this point it was practically dripping onto the tiled floor.

“Fuck why are you being so fucking loud for?” San asked with a scoff. “Want people to hear you?”

“Sa-nnie” you complained but you did not become quieter for that much.

“Ohh. I get it” San said in a sarcastic tone, slowing down again. That had you squirming when you felt the tight feeling in your core slowly fading away.

“N-no, p-please Sannie, nooo” you begged shaking your hips, trying to fuck yourself back on your boyfriend’s cock to find the same rhythm.

“You want people to know what kind of good whore you are”

“Yes, yesss. Exactly-fu-... Sannie please.” You would have agreed to anything he was saying to have him fuck you exactly like he was a second ago.

“Maybe you even want my members to hear you” San said with a smirk. “Especially Mingi I bet”.

At the mention of the name you stopped moving around, your brain flooding with the images of Mingi body rolling and dancing.

“Oh you just became tighter baby.” San said with a smirk. “So you do want him to see you” San said, fucking you even slower now. 

“Pleaseeee” you said in a breath.

“I bet you wished it was him fucking you right now” San said eventually completely pulling out of you.

“Noo… P-please” you whined quietly your throbbing cunt clenching around nothing, begging for more attention.

For the first time Mingi peeled his eyes off you to look at his friend only to be met with San’s wicked smirk. San’s smirk grew wider when he saw his fiery haired friend look back at him with big round terrified eyes. He knew Mingi was panicking right now; he couldn’t even touch his cock anymore. Poor weeping thing just waited there ignored while it continued leaking more precum.

“Say it, Princess” San insisted. “Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself” San cooed, leaning over you to whisper in your ear before leaving his place between your legs and gesturing to Mingi to take his place. 

For a second Mingi was completely frozen to the side. He didn’t know how to act. His brain was almost melting out his ears and he was in complete overdrive. But he shook his head and took a silent step in your direction then a second one and found himself right between your spread legs. He could have cum with just that, just looking at you from that angle just knowing that he could take you right there. But he waited. Immobile. 

“If you want more cock. You’ll have to say it baby” San cooed again in your ear and you faced a dilemma.

You didn’t know if you could really voice out your secret fantasy that way. San never struck you to be the jealous kind but still… he required you to say that and in this second, on the brink of your orgasm, your brain only soaked in sin and lust you couldn’t think of anything else than to be rammed again. You pictured Mingi again in your mind, you imagined what he would feel like inside you, what he would sound like, what he would look like. Fuck… you did want that.

“I-I wish it was Mingi fucking me right now” you said hesitantly but pushing your hips up, spreading your legs even further pushing your soaked and desperate little cunt in the air. 

“Good girl” San whispered, satisfied and gave a nod to Mingi.

Mingi’s heart was about to burst out of chest. The frantic muscle was rattling against his ribs and jumping in his throat then diving back in the pit of his stomach. He was all over the place. He couldn't believe it. He couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe he heard you say that. Saying out loud you wished another man was inside you instead of your boyfriend. And not any man. Him. 

You wanted him.

His hands were shaking when he grabbed the base of his cock, twitching as he approached it slowly from your core while you grew more and more impatient. 

“Pleaseee” you whined again. “I said it…. now please give me cock” you pleaded. 

As soon as Mingi’s tip touched your entrance you went completely silent and Mingi struggled to do too. When he pushed himself inside you he could have passed out. You were so welcoming, so warm, so tight, so wet. So good. Oh so fucking good. He progressed inside you very slowly earning a long stretched out moan from your end. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this way. He was the one pulling those beautiful sounds out of your lips. When he bottomed out he swore he had died and went to heaven. There was no other explanation. The way he felt could only be explained by faith. God was a woman. And that woman was you.

Fuck he needed more of this. He needed to feel you more, to hear you more, to see you more. He wanted it all.

He started to pump himself in and out of you faster, his hand struggling to find a place to settle, finally opting to grab the edge of the vanity. Avoiding direct contact with you, fearing you would recognize him. Rapidly he found himself fucking you (and himself) senseless, rutting his hips like a dog while San watched with a little satisfied smirk, thick cock in hand stroking lazily. 

Your mouth went agape. It felt so good, so fucking good to be finally fucked that deep that rough, exactly how you wanted, the tight feeling in your gut rapidly building up again. But it also felt different. The angle was different. It felt like San’s dick wasn’t hitting the same spot as usual, it also felt slightly curved upwards. And longer. And what about the hands, the touches? San always holds you at the waist, always stuffs his fingers in your mouth? Why wasn't he touching you?

In a flash you ripped the blind fold off your eyes and opened them. At first the bright lights of the vanity behind you blinded you for a short second. The first thing you saw was the tuft of dampened fiery orange hair. Then your vision cleared out and you saw Mingi right between your legs, sharp brows deeply furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line and smashing himself into you at an unbelievable pace. 

The shock you felt tightened your stomach and you came on the spot.

To see Mingi fucking you this hard, take so much pleasure with it and struggling to keep quiet while he fucked you secretly. You didn’t need anything more. 

“F-fuc- Min-gi” you whined as your legs tensed up and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth agape.

“Y-y/n” Mingi whispered, his hands flying to your hips at that very second you opened your eyes, the many rings on his fingers digging into your skin and without a doubt marking you for the next couple of days. His strong grip grounding you into the vanity to fuck you deeper, faster, better.

You creamed around his cock, your back arched up, your pretty moans and your cunt fluttering around him took Mingi right with you to cloud 9. He couldn’t stop his hips from ramming into you while he delivered scorching hot ropes of thick cum right into your avid little hole. Spasming and twitching. To him it felt like your pussy was trying to milk him dry as he moaned your name a thousand times while bent over you until his hips became sloppy and he eventually came to a stop.

“Awww.” San said as he looked at the both of you disheveled and out of breath, both coming down from your highs. “You both came looking at each other. That's cute” But then he wrapped his hands around your jaw to turn your head to him. “But that made me a little jealous. Don't you think you need to make it up to me, darling?”

Mingi pulled out, out of breath you felt the hot cum running down your pussy and dripping onto the floor. San placed his hand on Mingi’s shoulder and he switched places to join your side.

“Look at that?” San said, crouching down, inspecting your twitching little pussy. “Eventhough you were just fucked full of cum I can tell you want more, baby”

You nodded frantically at the idea of being filled up again.

“Please yes”

San pushed his cock inside you with ease. Mingi’s load providing the perfect lube.

“I slide right in, baby. ” San grunted. After all this teasing he found himself to be closer to his breaking point then he anticipated. “You got her nice and lubed up for me, man.” He sent a cheeky wink to Mingi.

You were just right back down from cumming a short while ago but you found yourself moaning loud for your boyfriend’s cock. It felt so good and soon you were begging him to fuck you harder.

“Please Sannie faster” you said.

“Of course princess I’ll fuck Mingi’s cum right back into your hole he said with a smirk to his friend before smashing himself in. He too was moaning like you were both alone not having a care in the world of what could have been happening outside the dressing room. And soon enough Mingi was hard again.

“Baby, your new boyfriend needs help over there.” San said between moans, drawing your attention back on Mingi again, as he was standing there idle, painful cock laying heavy in his balled fist.

“Please Mingi let me suck your cock” you asked looking right back up at him as your body was jolted up with San’s every move. You didn’t even let Mingi think about it for a second. Your lips instinctively found his beet red tip and you rounded your mouth around it. 

He tasted too good, you relished in the strong flavour and aroma of his cum mixed with your own nectar. It tasted sinful but oh so fucking right. This taste and the way his cock smoothly glided in your tongue made your mind go completely blank. Your tongue focussing on his tip between every come and go around his shaft to collect the precious salty precum you earned along with every grunt, every pant, every whimper from the tall man. You couldn’t have enough of it and you kept on sucking his cock. Relentlessly trying to get another load out of him.

Mingi felt so fucking sensitive right after cumming but it also felt so good.  His strong hand flew to your hair as he grabbed a big fistfull. Instinctively pulling on it to keep you from gobbling up his cock that still felt very sensitive, his moans went up in pitch with overstimulation.

“You’re a real fucking whore for his cock, arent you, Angel?” San asked as he landed a sharp and unexpected slap on your cunt. Making you pop Mingi out of your mouth to look back at your boyfriend again. The delicious sting made you arch your back.

“A-again pleaseee” you said through gritted teeth as San smirked and made your wish come true, slapping your eager little cunt again, making you clench around him harder, making him falter ever so slightly.

Mingi was now pumping his cock over your face, you heard as clear as day the squelching sounds of his spit and cum coating his cock as he stroked it right over you.

San was rubbing tight circles on your swollen reddened clit and ramming into you with all his might. You knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Sannie I’m gonna c-” another sharp slap landed onto your sensitive clit, making you cry out a whimper.

“Not yet, whore. Make your new boyfriend cum first”. San nodded his head in Mingi’s direction.

You were so far gone, mind, body and soul only filled with cock that you didn’t even catch how San referred to Mingi. You were ready to do anything for your boyfriend to finally let you cum so you turned your attention  back to Mingi.

“Please Mingi give me your cum, pleasepleaseplease. Want your cum all over my face.”

Mingi didn’t need more. It flipped a switch inside him to see you spread open by San’s cock but getting your undivided attention to beg for his cum like it was the most precious substance on earth. 

“Fuck y/n” he said in a strangled moan. “Want my cum huh?” the grip on your hair tightened, making the veins of his forearm pop.

“Yes yes yes yes yes pleaseplease” 

“Fuck you’re so good to me. Fuckkkkk… Y/n I love you” he confessed in a breath right before letting out thick ropes of cum that split your face in two from chin to forehead. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, both his heart and body finally letting out what he’s been holding back for years. The pleasure made his head spin, more cum crashing onto your nose and lips which you licked hurriedly to get the chance to taste him again.

“Good girl” San said, picking up the pace as he never stopped fucking into you. “You’re so pretty with all this cum on you. Your pretty pussy full of cum and your pretty fucking face too” he said his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Want another load, Princess?” he asked strong shoulders bulging out as he gripped your waist tighter, bruising your skin and joining Mingi’s ring marks. 

“Yes please cum inside sannie” you whined throwing your head back “Please I want your c-hmppph” your words caught in your throat when Mingi started to rub circles on your clit, adding another layer of pleasure. “Fuckkk” you cried.

“P-please… more… c-cum” you said, your brain completely tuning out to let your primal instinct take the lead. 

“Fuck baby I’m so close San said. 

“Me too.. I-” right at this moment Mingi lightly slapped your pussy and it was the last straw. You were pushed over the edge and Mingi continued to give little fast slaps to your sensitive clit, making you shake as your cum gushed out of you in translucent and powerful streams.

“Fuckkk I’m c-cumming” San said as he delivered more cum inside your hole, joining Mingi’s and mixing together. You completely lost your mind on the feeling of how full you felt while San was pumping another big load into you and Mingi was repeatedly slapping your pretty pussy then switching to quick circles again that gradually slowed down to a stop.

When San pulled out he looked at you with a warm smile that made his eyes into crescents.

“Isn’t she pretty like this?” he asked Mingi, who was looking at you with just as much love.

“Yeah, she is” he breathed out while you gradually came back to your senses.

“Should we make it official?” San asked peeling his eyes off you to look at his friend. 

“What?” Mingi asked, clueless.

“Well the three of us are together now.” San said before turning his attention to you again “Isn't that right, darling?” and you nodded.

“Well Mingi, next time if you want to confess in the middle of a fuck how about you take me out on a date before cumming on my face?” You said scraping the cum on your cheeks into your mouth and sucking on your fingers and San chuckled but Mingi protested looking affronted.

“Hey! You asked me to!”

a/n: i had so much fun writing this i hope you liked reading my babes <3

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[chubs-deuce]

Hi!! Love your artwork and your Charlastor AU with Dawn!!

I was wondering if you think Alastor would make any dawn-themed dad jokes and puns in your AU, and if he does, what would Dawn and Charlie think of them? I can’t really think of any off the top of my head right now, but I know ‘a brand new dawn’ is a phrase he could maybe use!

Again, love your art!!! If you don’t mind answering questions about it, do you have any advice for artists who want to improve their drawing or any practices that have helped you develop your skills? And are there any particular artists that really inspire you?

You’re one of my favorite artists and I don’t know how to explain it but your drawings have so much life in them!! 🌟

sdlksdflkj thank you so much omg!!!

I'm so glad you're enjoying them ;W;

And he would be insufferable with them lmfaoo, especially because I'm sure Charlie would hop in on a few of them and add to the pile as well xD

One more I can think of rn is "Oh, I was wondering where the sun went!" whenever Dawn enters a room, because the implied punchline is "but then it Dawned on me" or something? XD idk I'm not good with puns sadly

Now regarding the art advice!! This one got HELLA long so I'll hide it under a cut for everyone's comfort lmao

I know it sounds shallow and like worthless advice, but a huge huuuuge part of getting better at art is to just... make art! Practice makes perfect - it develops your motor skills, gives you somewhat of a muscle memory for certain basic shapes that are a necessity to have a good feel of for good foundation sketching.

Practice also develops your eye for compositing and for how color theory actually applies in practice, it basically helps you develop a more consistent grasp on art as a whole :D

There are some things I've learned over time that definitely helped speed things up though xD

here's some rough sketches I did just to demonstrate what my rougher drawings can look like - also a little diagram (on the right side of the image) of things I keep in mind for the average proportions of a human body!

I tend to sketch very loosely and try to capture the overall vibe and silhouette/rough shapes first before I even think about adding details - there's a certain flow, squish and stretch to everything that's just much easier for me to get a good feel for when I use quick, loose brush strokes and as few lines as possible to convey a concept.

Repeatedly sketching humanoid characters of various shapes, builds and sizes for years genuinely helped enormously in getting not only faster but also more consistent with it!

I'm fairly well practiced with hands and expressions especially at this point since I like to focus on those in my art often, so those come fairly easily to me as well now!

Something I learned along the way about keeping a certain liveliness to my artworks is that sometimes you have to forego anatomical correctness a bit if you want to fully express specific emotions - if you try too hard to keep everything perfectly proportional and realistic, it can make the outcome look stiffer than you might've aimed for - this is something I actually struggle with in my cleaner artworks :'D The ones I do proper lineart for, since a lot of the flow of the original sketch gets lost in the process haha

As for artists/artstyles that inspire me...

There's @/southpauz for example!

Her artstyle is unbelievably expressive and her eye for compositing and her use of shapes is SUBLIME - it inspired me to let loose more with my expressions, exaggerate features a bit more and to push the way I try to vary facial features :D

Then, back when I had that massive Rise of the TMNT phase, the artstyle of it has actually greatly influenced how I draw today!

It manages to be detailed and highly recognizable despite its deceivingly simple style - it exaggerates shapes and uses it to communicate personalities, emotions and action super effectively and taught me a lot about utilizing those more efficiently myself :D

And last but not least Ishida Sui - the mangaka behind Tokyo Ghoul (which used to be a highschool obsession of mine)

His striking use of colors, textures in abstract, yet symbolically heavy ways and his courage to be rough and expressive rather than looking polished, yet also having such a solid understanding of realism blew me the fuck away as a teen and still does now!!!

His art may have less of an influence on my style today than it used to back then, but I think in my more exagerrated, more horror-esque drawings you can kind of see it still :'D Either way I greatly admire him as both a writer and artist.

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I'm genuinely so so flattered that you enjoy what I do enough to give me such high praise, thank you so much for writing me such a wonderful ask <3 I'm glad I got to gush about some of my favorite artists/artstyles for a bit haha

If you have any more specific (digital) art related questions don't hesitate to reach out!! I love giving pointers about a subject I'm so passionate about, we don't gatekeep helpful information in this house!!! <3<3<3

#chubs answers #charlastor fankid #chubs ocs #dawn morningstar #art inspiration #art tips

[melissa-leaf]

So I have seen this picture quite a few times today

and it just rubbed me the wrong way. Because

/he would not fucking say that/ ™.

So, I specifically watched this hour-long interview to check what was going on xD And while the literal translation of a few phrases is correct, it doesn't really convey the meaning or Andrey's intentions.

A bit of context:

Andrey was talking about his work with a psychologist, about how personal problems might affect his mindset on court. Then, he was asked to compare the attitudes on court - his and Carlitos'.

Interviewer: Ok, so let me give you an example. I'm not comparing you two, you're different people, but still. Alcaraz. The dude just always smiles throughout the whole match, I mean he really fights, and his energy is, you know, just so positive, his relationship with his team and all that… Then I turn on your match, Rublev walks on court, and I can literally see this weight on you, this load of responsibility. And I just don't get it. Perhaps taking tennis lightly is wrong, in the long term, you just won't make it this way, but if we talk about the 'here and now', it's, well, such a disheartening sight…

Andrey: Well… Carlitos is still young, and for now outside the court everything is planned for him, everything is getting done. And he managed - because he is an unbelievably good player - he managed everything, to break through perfectly, he's already been #1, he won Slams. Obviously, he has essentially accomplished what tennis players want - winning Slams, becoming the number one - he's already done that. Of course, he now has to more, like… do more and more and more, to remain at the top, to win more Slams. And off the court, for now, everything is very carefully planned and organized for him, so I'd be quite curious to see, when he faces some… life situations, how he is going to handle them. Because it still requires time and it requires experience to figure things out somehow, and to understand these things. Doesn't matter what, even. Even hypothetically, a simple example - the agency, some problems with your agent. Like when you, for example, when you part ways, all these contracts and whatnot, where everything goes, who gets what, because they'll try to squeeze as much as they can out of you. And, at the very least, moments like these have an impact on you, you begin to think a bit beyond just tennis.

Link to the interview with the timestamp

*the subtitles are decent, but not perfect (the translators just threw out phrases like 'for now', 'still' etc, which is kinda important to the whole vibe)

p.s. meanwhile, 'the dude who just always smiles throughout the whole match' :D

#somewhere out there Albert just raised his eyebrow :D #carlos alcaraz #andrey rublev #tennis

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - Gwen

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x fem!Reader

Word count: 644

Warnings: Use of nicknames (sweets, my love), reader keeps falling but I think that’s it?

A/N: I have never ice-skated in my life, so if anything’s incorrect please don’t hesitate to correct me! <3

MY FAVOURITE GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH 💗

quite short bc all my inspiration went into the oneshot of my other gf 😞 (hobie)

“I don’t get how you do this so easily,” You huffed in frustration after falling yet again on the hard surface of the ice skating rink.

“It just takes practise, sweets. You’ll get it with time.” Gwen effortlessly glided along the ice in circles around you, her skates drawing deliberate, almost perfectly symmetrical shapes.

“I’ve fallen on my ass more times than I can count today. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m the worst out of everyone at this.”

“Well… I never said it would be easy,” She chuckled softly, pausing and reaching down to grasp your hand and help you up. “And come on, you’re definitely not the worst - look at everyone else.”

You spared a glance around for the first time, since you didn’t have to concentrate on keeping your eyes up and focused on one point.

Miles was tumbling everywhere, falling flat on his face at least three times every five minutes. Pavitr was using his yo-yo webshooters to lasso various railings on the opposite end of the rink and pull himself carefully toward them. Hobie had somehow attached the blades - sole and all - of the skates to his giant boots and was happily clomping around in his own world, lifting his feet and not even bothering to attempt skating. Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn’t tripped up and fallen yet.

Margo had dropped out at the last minute and was sitting on one of the benches off to the side, sharing a packet of skittles with (the other) Miles and scrolling on her phone.

“Coward!” You called over to her, and she just chuckled. “Just so you know, I’m filming every time you fall! I’ve already got eleven shots for the compilation I’m gonna make!”

You rolled your eyes at her and pointedly tried to turn your back but just ended up rotating slowly on the ice. “You have a point,” You admitted to Gwen, and she tilted her head as if she was considering something.

“Let’s try something new, yeah? Here,” She moved behind you, gently resting her hands on either sides of your waist. “I taught you how to glide, didn’t I? Stroking is similar, just… you extend the movements more so it’s faster, but more difficult. Try gliding, and make it longer this time. I’m right here with you; you won’t fall. Don’t worry.”

You shifted your weight onto your right leg, tentatively placing your left blade on the ice a few inches ahead of the tip of your right skate, then slid your right leg to align with your left. You repeated the motion a few more times, getting used to gliding consistently before lengthening your strides and getting bolder with your speed.

Throughout everything Gwen was right there behind you, faithfully holding onto your waist to steady you, occasionally murmuring words of encouragement whenever you faltered and cheering you on as you sped ahead so she had to rush to keep up with you.

“I’m going to let go, sweets. I think you can do it. Do you still want me to hold you?”

“I think I can do it now…” At your words, she gave a hum of approval and let go of your waist. You flew forward, managing to catch yourself and turn away before you could hit the railing. Gwen smiled fondly, watching your movements carefully.

“See, my love? You’re doing it! Next I’ll teach you how to swizzle, it’ll be easy now that you’ve learnt how to-”

Thud.

She was immediately kneeling at your side, her eyebrows scrunched together in concern. “What happened? You okay?”

Your single look must have been enough to convey the pain you were feeling in your already-sore behind, because her eyes softened and she leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll get the ice packs from Margo… how about we take a break for a little bit?”

A swizzle (from what I understand) is the hourglass thing ice skaters keep doing which looks so cool!

@vhstown @l0starl @tatumis-a @deritosmi @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod

#⋆·˚ 🌹 ༘ * — 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶’𝘀 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨! #⋆·˚ 🌺 ༘ * — 𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨! #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #gwen stacy #atsv gwen #spiderverse gwen #spider gwen #ghost spider #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x fem!reader #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen x reader #spider gwen x reader #ghost spider x reader #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x female reader #gwen stacy imagines #gwen stacy fluff #atsv fluff

[alcamcat]

what do u think the seduce me boys' fav kinks & positions are? — 🍗

Hey there, since I'm working on a post about their favorite positions already, I'll just answer the question about her kinks here. Keep in mind that this is my personal opinion and not everyone may agree to my choice.

Warning: smut – Minors DNI

-I don't own the game or the characters-

James:

James is definitely into bondage and light bdsm. He loves to be in control and lives this out in his sex life. He particularly likes to restrain his partner, be it with a tie, a scarf or something similar. Having such power over the other, seeing them whimper and fall apart beneath him turns him on. For him, this also means that his partner trusts him. That they submit to him in the bedroom, even if the person is otherwise rather confident. Contrary to some beliefs, he doesn't have a daddy kink. Neither brother is turned on by being called daddy - after all, their association with the topic of father is beyond bad, so they can't find this kink arousing even apart from their memories.

Erik:

When it comes to sex, Erik has a sort of voice kink and also a penchant for edging. It turns him on to hear his partner moan and whimper. Knowing that he's the one who can get them into that kind of ecstasy and elicit every little sound of pleasure from them gives him satisfaction. Always keen to give his partner maximum pleasure, heavy breathing and moans are confirmation that he's doing everything right. When it comes to himself, he likes edging. He likes it when his partner edges him and he experiences the climax much more intensely after a few times. Through his past, he has a lot of experience in the sexual field and has tried many things. For this reason, edging is perfect for him, because he experiences his own orgasm stronger, deeper and more intense because he longed for it.

Sam:

Sam tends to have a light breeding kink, albeit unconsciously and he is really fond of outdoor sex. His breeding kink is not very strong, but he is very proud of his maternal lineage, proud of being a demon and even if he is not very aware of it himself, he would like to continue his legacy at some point. Outwardly, he just likes to cum inside his partner and to fill them to the brim. Sam doesn't really realize that the idea of having an heir is simmering under the facade. However, he himself is well aware that he has a strong fondness for having sex outdoors. He likes the adrenaline and the thrill that builds up because there is a risk of getting caught. This is all the more surprising since he doesn't like audience at all and sex is something very personal for him.

Matthew:

It probably won't surprise anyone, but Matthew has a roleplay kink (Kitty Play) in which he takes the dominant part. There is also the tendencies of a breeding kink in him, which he is quite aware of, in contrast to his brother. His roleplay kink conveys a certain playfulness and lightness, he immerses himself in his roles and manages to embody them perfectly without losing sight of the lust and pleasure of him and his partner. When his partner wants to get him lose his cool, leaning in and purring in his ear is often enough. However, they should never do this in public because when Matthew is feeling edgy he tends to get really rough. However, like his other brothers, he would never actually hurt or harm his partner. He likes to cum deep inside his partner and the thought of carrying on his legacy usually makes him want to go for a second round right away.

Damien:

Damien definitely has a slight praise kink. Unfortunately, his ability to read minds also plays a part in his kinks. Since he always heard the thoughts of the other demons around him in the castle, he developed a penchant for voyeurism. However, it's a slightly different form of voyeurism for him, as it manifests itself as turning him on when he hears his partner's sexual fantasies and ideas in their mind. A bonus point is when his partner masturbates in front of him while thinking about sexual adventures they wants to have with him. After a few minutes he will definitely do more than just watch and as far as he can he will make their fantasies come true. When they have dirty thoughts about him in public, he quickly blushes and suddenly feels an urgent need to get home as soon as possible. When his partner praises him and brags about how good he is in bed, it will push his libido to new heights.

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[agent-cupcake]

Double Down

I am on vacation so this might not be very polished but I needed to get the idea out there. It's a very important message.

Pairing: Claude von Riegan x f!reader

Synopsis: Your mischievous husband comes up with a game to keep you entertained at a work party, and you lose.

Warnings: explicit smut

Tags: semi-public sex, use of sex toys in a public setting, face fucking, overstimulation, edging, D/s dynamics

Word Count: 5.2k

“Sure, that sounds fun,” you agreed, refusing to show any sort of reaction to Claude’s proposed plan. It seemed like one of his games, the kind that were meant to push you a little too far just so he could enjoy your reaction, so you didn’t give him one. 

“Really?” he asked. Just like you hoped, your response clearly caught him off guard.

You shrugged, smiling coyly. “Why not?”  

That was your biggest mistake. You didn’t doubt he would actually go through with it, but you assumed that there would be a point where your agreement would force him to admit he had only been playing, that he would have to relent before things went too far. And then he called your bluff, because Claude von Riegan had never met a line he didn’t at least think about crossing. 

And that’s how you found yourself wound up, hot, and desperate, trapped among the expensively dressed elite at a fancy event held to celebrate the various donors and boardmembers of the Riegan family’s company, Leicester. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Claude asked you, his tone dripping with sincerity. You narrowed your eyes at his furrowed brow and little frown, knowing it to be false. Nobody would be able to tell by his carefully calculated look of concern what was really going on; he played the role of caring husband perfectly. All night Claude had maintained an immaculate poker face, acting ignorant of your increasingly unraveled state. Taunting you, daring you to give up as he dragged you around to mingle. “You don’t look like you’re feeling so great.” 

“You do look rather flushed,” Claude’s current conversation partner, an older gentleman whose name you could not recall, said with a polite frown. You wondered with equal parts horror and amusement what he would say if he knew the details of your ailment, the reason you looked flushed. 

“I’m fine,” you told them both with a forced smile, doing everything in your power to ignore the way your pussy clenched around the silicone toy, reminding you of the sick nature of your lie. 

You had agreed to wear the little U-shaped vibrator earlier, knowing full well that he had the remote and you were going to be in a very public setting. You knew that and agreed anyway because you thought it would force him to admit that he wasn’t as committed to his whole “devil may care” attitude regarding sex as he usually portrayed. Once again, you had managed to play right into his hand. 

Claude had been teasing you ever since the party began, the remote tucked into his pocket to be messed with at his leisure. You could tell the moment he got bored of a conversation or speech because the thing would jolt to life, silent and hidden from everyone except for you. From the maddening lower vibrations that had you straining and squirming to the stronger ones that were nearly painfully overstimulating, he kept you on edge, not allowing you to come but making sure you stayed on that precipice. Playing with you like you were his own personal little puppet to keep the monotony of small talk from getting too tiresome. 

The shame and embarrassment weren’t even the worst parts. It was the dreadful, miserable knowledge that Claude wouldn’t let you come. That had been his single rule before leaving, one you hadn’t thought would be that bad because you were used to his teasing. But this was different. You were an idiot for thinking this would ever end in your favor. 

“I’m just a bit tired,” you explained, looking at Claude with an expression you hoped conveyed what you really meant. You needed a break. 

“I don’t know,” Claude said, his face pinched with the most convincing display of worry you had ever seen. “I hope you’re not coming down with something.” You had to bite your lip to hide your reaction when the vibrator suddenly flicked back on. When your inner walls tensed up, the motion pulled the opposite end of the toy flush against your clit. It was all you could do to stifle a helpless groan, to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to either displace the toy or get satisfaction from it. 

“It is flu season,” the older man offered with a doubtful frown. You avoided his eyes at all costs, embarrassment and pleasure and need and disgust and shame all swelling up inside of you. “Although I know this weather has been terrible for my allergies.”

“That could be it,” Claude said, pressing one hand to your cheek while the other stayed casually in his jacket. The vibrations grew stronger and your knees nearly buckled. His look of concern cracked for a moment and you saw the smug smile begging to break through, covered by the way his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer. “Maybe getting something to drink would help?” 

“No, I’m… I’m going to use the restroom,” you told him, pulling free of his hold. “If you gentlemen will excuse me.” The vibrator mercifully shut off, not that it helped you walk normally when you could feel the way it shifted with every step. The best thing to be said was that most people who too absorbed within themselves to pay attention to you. And you just needed some space, a bit of breathing room. At least the toy remained off as you left the main atrium into the dark hallway. Little mercies.

The bathroom was thankfully vacant and, as expected, opulent. Marble countertops, screen display in the mirror, toilet with a bidet, thick paper towels, a nice floral scent, it even had music and some calming ambient lighting. At this point, you weren’t as intimidated by displays of wealth. Even flushed and breathing a bit hard, you looked like you belonged here. Claude had taught you the art of aristocratic artifice quite well. But you didn’t feel so much like a lady right then.. If your dress's hem wasn't the type that hung a little past your knees, the bottom flared with multiple layers of skirts to give it a nice retro flare, you probably would have a spot showing from how wet you were. Over an hour of teasing had sent your body into overdrive, it was agonizing. You could take the toy out, although you weren’t sure where you’d put it. Besides, Claude would probably be unhappy if you were to take away his fun. 

While you were stuck considering the risk of what sort of punishment he might come up with versus the reward of sparing yourself, the door opened, shocking you upright. In the mirror, a pair of sparkling green eyes met yours.

“What are you doing?” you demanded. “This is the ladies' room.”  

“Shh. I won’t tell if you don’t,” Claude said with a playful smile, locking the door behind himself. The sound made your stomach clench up, your pussy clenching around the toy and reminding you of the terrible ache. Although you would probably say that you had merely forgotten to lock the door, a part of you knew that this was what you wanted to happen, an invitation. “You’ve been so quiet tonight,” he continued, “and then with your dramatic exit, I got a little worried. Is something wrong?” 

You frowned at his innocent act, your brow furrowing as you shot him the flattest look you could manage. 

“As adorable as it is, pouting isn’t exactly an answer to what I asked,” Claude told you. “Unless that means you’re fine, in which case we should probably get back out there.” He hesitated, feigning an entirely nonchalant demeanor as he looked at your over his shoulder. “Unfortunately, these things tend to run a little long. You don’t mind staying, do you?” 

The idea of going back out there like this, having to endure potentially hours more of torture, was too daunting. “Claude, I can’t take any more,” you said, knowing full well you were whining but too distraught to care. He smiled. “I’m being serious!” 

“Just a little longer,” he said soothingly. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Fine,” you said unhappily. “Please, just… cool it a bit with the…” You gestured vaguely to his suit coat. It was tantamount to admitting defeat, but it was all you could think to do. 

“What?” Claude asked with an infuriating amount of cherub-like innocence. “Oh! You mean this?” He held up the remote, holding your eye to make sure you were paying attention as he upped it to the highest setting. You gasped loudly, your legs nearly giving out. 

“Ff-Claude!” you said, your voice a hoarse rasp somewhere between a whisper and a shout. “That’s too much.”

“Okay, okay, you can have it,” he said, holding the remote towards you, smiling a truly devilish smile, his skin warmed by the soft lighting and teeth winking in the low light. The vibrator continued its aggressive buzz against your inner walls, your pussy squeezing around it despite the discomfort of overstimulation. Every time it pressed in a particular way against your clit, white hot eletricity shot through your entire body.

“Really?” you asked uncertainly, too used to his antics to believe him at face value.

“Sure,” Claude agreed. “But you’ll have to come get it.” With that, he dropped it back into his pocket.

Normally you had a sense of modesty regarding these things. Claude could have you stripped bare and dripping wet and begging for him to touch you as if you were pleading for your life, but it took time to get there. You played a role, and that usually included a certain amount of hesitance, your desires drawn out of you in a way only he could. It was a matter of basic decency, something that Claude often seemed to lack when it came to teasing and taunting and torturing you. 

But your brain was well and truly shorted out and things like shame or propriety no longer had any sort of meaning. You didn’t want the remote, you wanted satisfaction. You wanted Claude. So you gave up on the theater and stumbled towards him, pressing Claude against the door and kissing him desperately. To his credit, he didn’t stop you, letting you pull on his hair and press your body against him needily. You could feel the throaty vibrations of his laugh, but you didn’t care. Not when his hand settled on your waist, not when he grabbed your jaw, and especially not when he bit your lip. All the while the little toy buzzed inside of you, insistent and aggressive, and you wondered if this would be the time he’d let you come. Finally, finally allow you to get off.

Frenzied, your hand dropped from his hair to brazenly map his body through his fancy suit. You cupped his erection through his pants, trying to wind him up even a little bit. Claude groaned, his hips ever so slightly pushing against your hand, but you didn’t linger, hiking up your skirts and taking his hand to press it between your legs in turn. If your soaked panties weren’t the result of an entire night of cruel teasing, the way Claude’s eyes widened upon feeling how wet you were might have been empowering. 

“Wow,” he said, sounding out each individual sound to articulate his shock, his fingers gingerly pressing the toy further into you, against you. It almost didn’t even feel good and you knew without a doubt that you would die if he stopped. You clung to the front of his suit, biting back your moans. “You didn’t secretly come while I wasn’t watching, did you?” 

You shook your head, hoping it was convincing. That was hard when he was still teasing you with the toy, when all you wanted was to give in to the pleasure and finally get off. 

“Really? 'Cause this feels an awful lot like the mess of a naughty girl who came without permission,” Claude teased. Not seductively, he was never so crass. But there was something about the playful banality he maintained while being so filthy that made it that much more potent. “When was it? When I was talking to old man Gloucester? That would be… Actually, that’d be pretty hilarious.”

“I promise I didn’t,” you said, your voice breathless with the fear he wouldn’t believe you, that he wouldn't let you finish. 

“You won’t mind if I take a closer look, right?” 

Your stomach tensed, breath catching. “What?” 

“Just to make sure you’re telling the truth.” 

“I am!” 

“Then you won’t mind if I take a peek.” 

Claude pushed you onto the counter, scooting you all the way back. He flicked your skirt up, opened your legs. With an almost methodical focus, he peeled your panties out of the way so he could get a good view of his handiwork. Whatever he saw made him whistle, impressed. 

“Look at you,” he said, his pretty green eyes fixed solely on your pussy. Almost curiously, he adjusted the vibrator, pulled it out in a shallow mimic of a thrust before pushing it even deeper than before, targeting the raw nerves of your clit to make you whine and writhe, trying your best to not make a sound.

“I want to come, please,” you begged helplessly, your eyes squeezed shut. “Just once, it'll be really quick and then-"

“Just once?” Claude asked, his amusement growing in proportion with his cruel restraint. With the same detached curiosity, he separated your outer lips to see the inflamed, swollen flesh beneath, looking at the way your cunt drooled around the toy. Your pussy easily accepted his fingers when he pushed them against your entrance, they slipped in nice and easy beneath the toy. It wasn’t the stretch that made you yelp, it was the torturous way they pressed the vibrating head right against your g-spot. Your hips rolled and bucked, your body torn between actual pain and the build of pleasure.

“Claude! Please, I need to come,” you told him desperately, trying to keep your voice down but knowing you weren’t doing a very good job. “It hurts.” 

“Hm. I’m not so sure,” he told you, grinding the vibrator against your spasming walls relentlessly, his other hand keeping you from squirming away. Every movement made you jerk helplessly, your entire body wound up tight. “Honestly, it doesn’t sound like its a very fair deal.” 

“Please…” You felt as if you could get off from this, even if it was uncomfortable. It didn’t matter. 

Before you could get off, the toy shut off and he slipped his fingers out of you. The sensations had done nothing but torment you, but the loss was worse. A lot worse. Claude pressed against it indulgently, grinding still silicone against your swollen clit. Then he pulled your drenched panties back into place, patting them fondly.  

“Sorry,” he told you, entirely unapologetic, “but if I have to wait, you have to wait.” 

You whined high in your throat, tears pricking your eyes. At that point, you really had only one option, and limited time to decide if you could follow through. “I’ll blow you,” you told him quickly, sitting up and letting your skirts fall into place. “Really quick, and then we can go back and I won’t complain. Just let me come… please.” 

Claude gave you a look that you couldn’t read, although you hoped that it was amusement that danced in his half lidded eyes. “Just to be clear,” he said in an even tone, “you’re offering to perform fellatio in a public woman's bathroom at a fancy company event."

“Sure,” you said, disregarding the fact that he was clearly teasing you by stating it so crudely. “Please?” You put your hand against the front of his pants, rubbing his erection through the fabric. He didn’t react, but you could see the exact moment Claude’s character broke, his smile sharpening and eyes narrowing accusatorily. 

“You cunning little hussy,” he said, grabbing your wrist to pull your hand off of him. Then he sighed heavily, his dark eyes scanning you slowly. “I really ought to say no, I’m supposed to be setting a good example.” His thumb pressed against your bottom lip idly. “Then again, how can I refuse someone who’s in such a tough spot? That’s pretty antithetical to all our speeches about ethics and responsibility.”

“So I can?” you asked hopefully. 

“But you better hurry,” Claude told you, stepping back. “I’d hate for people to suspect we’re up to anything indecent.” 

Usually you needed more than that to fall on your knees in front of him and play the slut. Usually he had to entice you to open your mouth for him. Usually he had to employ all manner of honeyed words and teasing threats to get you to stick your tongue out for his use. This time, you didn’t so much as pause before sliding off the counter and falling to your knees. 

You watched Claude unzip his pants with hungry eyes, your flushed chest heaving with each panted breath. His cock was half hard, stiffening as he casually stroked himself in a borderline taunting way right in front of your face. When you made to reach for him, desperate to touch, Claude clicked his tongue disapprovingly. You froze, looking up at him with searching eyes. 

“If you wanna make yourself come, you’ll need both your hands,” Claude said, far too composed for a man with his dick out. “But that’s fine. All I really need is your mouth.” He spoke so casually, but there was a dare in the quirk of his eyebrow, in that infuriating upturn twisting the corner of his lips. 

With the toy still inside of you, you could feel exactly how dramatically your pussy unconciouslessly tightened in response to what he was proposing. This man was going to be the death of you. It wasn’t necessarily true that you needed both hands, not when all you were really going to need was a bit of pressure on the vibrator, but there was no point in arguing with him. That wasn’t the point. 

You dutifully shuffled forward, with your legs spread apart for balance and your hand diving beneath your skirts. It was awkward to hold them out of the way and the floor was not at all comfortable to kneel on, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Aren’t you going to…?” you asked pointedly, looking at his pocket where he’d put the remote. 

“I thought you asked me to… what was it you… Cool it?” Claude asked casually, the tip of his cock nudging against your lips as he stroked himself. “You seemed pretty unhappy when I had it on earlier.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned away slightly. “Claude…” 

"Nah, I’m just messing with you,” he said with a big smile. The vibrator switched back on. You jolted with the sensation, letting out a breathy gasp. It created the perfect opening for him to push into your mouth, his cock sliding through the excess saliva that had pooled on your tongue. You choked a little before you got ahold of yourself, the familiar taste of his cock filling your mouth. 

Part of you wanted to look up at him, to admire the way pleasure played across his beautiful face, but you knew you didn't have much time and there was only so much multitasking you could do. Relax your jaw and open your throat and get to work, your eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted the vibrator. 

Claude started slow, holding your head in place so he could thrust lazily into your mouth rather than pulling you back and forth like a cocksleeve. The taste of him filled your senses, something you were very familiar with by now. While not entirely pleasant, the scent, the weight, the rhythm—was all Claude. Intoxicating Claude. You used your tongue as much as you could, closing your lips around him to suck in between strokes. It was loud and messy, but it was how he liked it and, honestly, that was all that mattered. You matched his pace with the toy, using the bridge of the U shape to tease the sore muscles of your entrance, the head bumping against your overstimulated clit. Your other hand braced against his thigh, fingers digging into the taut muscle hidden beneath carefully fitted and pressed pants. 

"While I hate to pin the blame on you while you’re in such a difficult spot," Claude said as if continuing a conversation you hadn’t been involved in. “I have to point out that all of this is your own fault. I mean, you're the one who wanted to try this. Really, I was only doing what you wanted.” He was venturing deeper now, testing your gag reflex to see if you flinched. It was a source of great pride that you didn't. He was a good teacher. "If I recall correctly, you were all but begging me to do something to spare you the boredom of parties like these," he continued, only slightly strained as he pushed even deeper with each thrust. “It’s not like I get anything out of it.” 

You peeked up at him with squinted eyes, making a noise approximating disagreement because that absolutely wasn't true. But he knew that, his impish grin and the dangerously smoldering green of his eyes beneath those inky lashes said everything. He turned up the vibrator a notch and you groaned helplessly, the sound making Claude surge in your mouth. 

"But, because I’m a good husband, I played along," Claude agreed, his grip on your hair tightening so you didn't pull away. “And now you seduced me into such a compromising situation anyway, thinking you can get away with it because of those doe eyes.” He cut himself off, pausing for a moment to stifle a moan. “The worst part is that you’re right. How could I not feel bad?”

As irritated as you could pretend to be by his antics—his bold faced lies—both of you knew it was only making you hotter, your cunt clenched so tight around the vibrator that it hurt. You groaned low, your hips shakily grinding against nothing as that coil of pleasure in your core tightened. The way you pushed the toy around, desperately trying to mimic the way Claude was fucking your mouth, became less calculated in your need for raw sensation. But Claude was ever demanding, you had to remind yourself to relax your throat before you choked. He was getting rougher now, clearly not trying to savor this. Neither were you, really. 

"But I know the truth. I mean, what kind of girl wears a sex toy in public?" Claude continued, his voice unsteady and distracted, talking more for the sake of it than because he was thinking about words. "And while we're surrounded by the upper echelon of Fódlan elite! Really shocking stuff. Here I thought you were this sweet, shy little thing. But you're not, are you? No, you're… God's, you're—" 

Claude moaned, the sound too unconscious for him to properly stifle. His hips jumped forward needily and, this time, he did pull you down, forcing you forward to meet his thrust until your nose was buried in the dark hair at the base of his cock. Taking him all the way like this wasn't natural or comfortable, but that wasn't the point. Breathing didn’t matter, your body’s natural response didn’t matter, nothing mattered except for making Claude happy. You swallowed, savoring the wrongness of your throat muscles contracting against such a large intrusion. 

You could imagine the same weight in your cunt, far more satisfying than the little vibrator. When he’d fingered you earlier, you had been able to feel how swollen you were. It would probably hurt a bit if he were to fuck you hard and fast when you were so over-sensitized, your muscles sore from overuse and caught between white hot overstimulation and buzzing numbness. The thought alone was the thing to send you over the edge, shuddering as the pleasure finally burst, the tension snapping lax. 

Claude didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. He just hissed out a breath, his hips shallowly thrusting deep into your mouth, pitilessly bumping the back of your throat. The lack of oxygen was frightening, and it was difficult to fight back your body's urge to gag. The way he held you in place was so deliciously cruel and dominant, there was nothing else. Only Claude, and your existence as something for him to use. That tugged out the sweetness of finally getting off, your orgasm overcoming every discomfort in this blinding surge of lustful bliss. 

“Swallow,” he told you. An order, although Claude never bothered to sound authoritative, knowing you would do what he said anyway. 

It was so cruel, so horrible to ask that when you were suffocating. But you found a way to swallow around him again, and your body registered that as it always did, your inner walls clamping down hard around the toy, pressing it hard against your g-spot. Despite the sudden rush of fresh overstimulation. Shaking with the intensity of pleasure, you ground the vibrator into your clit, uncaring that it hurt against the overstimulated flesh. You told him you just wanted to come once, but that wasn’t enough. It never was. 

"Perfect," Claude groaned, drawing back with a deluge of saliva slipping out the seam between your lips and his cock, drooling down your chin and onto the clean tile floor. Despite how badly you needed to breathe, he really didn’t give you a chance. Every aspect of it was so filthy, uncomfortable. It was so hot. "Such a good girl for me, I’m really…" 

He was close now, his pace uneven and cock hard and heavy against your tongue. If things had sounded lewd before, it was nothing in comparison to the depraved slurping and squishing and moaning as you did your best to match his desperate chase of pleasure. Even with your mouth stuffed full, your moans and grunts and breaths fucked silent, you could hear the sound you made as you came again, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack as Claude continued to fuck your mouth. That seemed to be the thing because his fingers pulled hard at your hair. 

"Mm, I'm gonna—fuck." Claude groaned, the only warning you got before he dragged you back down, his cock forced down your throat as his hips jerked, shallowly thrusting to work himself through release. You just swallowed, over and over, your throat working around his dick so you didn't end up choking on the hot bursts of cum, both of your hands braced on his thighs. 

Once he was done, Claude pulled out, a fresh wave of saliva following. It had formed a puddle on the clean tile. You fell back, head spinning from a lack of oxygen. You let your jaw shut woodenly, blinking as if waking up. 

"Hey, let me see," Claude said. The vibrator shut off. You blinked a few more times, looking up at him blankly. Then you remembered, and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to show him it was pink and clean. At this point, shame was a vague memory. Claude grinned, an oddly boyish look considering the satisfied, predatory gleam in his eye. "You never cease to amaze me." He pet your hair gently, and you hummed happily. 

Claude fixed his clothes somewhat, fly and belt roguishly loose, before holding out a hand. You were shaky, and hot, and a little dazed. He helped you to your feet to lean against the counter. With his pants back in place, he looked no worse for wear as he washed his hands. Maybe there was more of a reddish flush on his cheeks, a shiny glaze to his pretty eyes, but nothing that would give away what happened. You, on the other hand, looked rough. He hadn’t so much as touched you and you looked debauched, blushing and sweaty and panting, your hair a mess from his rough handling. The dormant toy still inside of you served as a continuous reminder of how badly you wanted him to fuck you, your shaky legs and slightly sore jaw and throat and the taste of cum and cock lingering on your tongue doing nothing to nullify that ache. 

But you had told him you would be good. Trying to salvage your appearance, you washed your hands as well, rinsing your mouth out and trying to smooth out the mess he’d made of your hair. Claude produced a pack of gum and a small sleeve of makeup wipes from his pockets, which made you raise an eyebrow. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you planned this exact thing,” you said, accepting the gum. The cinnamon flavor was abrasive enough to make you feel less like somebody who had just let her husband fuck her throat in the bathroom during a fancy business event. 

He shrugged glibly. “I like to be prepared. Here, look at me,” Claude told you, gently turning you by the shoulder to face him. You allowed him to tilt your chin up and carefully dab the skin beneath your eyes with the wipe, cleaning up the mascara tears. You looked at his pursed lips, somehow feeling too shy to meet his eyes. 

"How much longer do we have to stay?" you asked.

"I told you it could be a while,” he replied, giving you a once over before deciding you were appropriately cleaned up. “As frustrating as it can be, these things are a part of the gig.”

“Maybe I am sick,” you said, looking at yourself again. You looked a bit better, at least. Less obviously debauched. The flush could, to somebody who didn’t have a filthy mind, look like a fever. “I heard the flu was going around, and my throat is awfully sore…”  

“Hey, you offered.” 

“Only because you’ve been torturing me all night!” you told him with a frown.

“Is that a fact?” Claude asked, raising an eyebrow. You realized with a sinking sort of horrified lust that you shouldn’t have said anything, especially not that. “You know, I was ready to give it up and call it a draw.”

“Claude…”

“The website said it has a pretty long battery life,” he mused, brushing past you. “Guess we’ll have to find out.” 

“Claude, don’t,” you said with a frown, your sore pussy clenching around the silicone toy. There was no way you could endure more. No way. 

“You should go first, it’ll look less suspicious that way,” he told you, unlocking the door. “Go wait at our table, I’ll join you in a few.”

“Give me the remote first,” you said. 

“Nuh-uh, you had your chance,” he told you, wagging his finger in a playful way. “Multiple chances, really.”

“It hurts,” you whined.  

“I could always just put it on high and see how long it takes to burn itself out. If you would rather that-” 

“You’re mean,” you told him, but a sick part of you flushed hot at the threat. Not because it would be nice, you thought it would be abjectly horrible, but because it was Claude threatening you.   

“This is the price you pay for playing games you can’t win,” Claude told you with a shrug and a grin. “Better luck next time.” 

#claude von riegan #fe claude #claude von riegan x reader #fe claude x reader #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #not sfw #my writing #if there are errors pls ignore i wrote most of this on an airplane and drunk on pina colada

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Aww I love this so much, what better way to end the year by spreading some positivity. I apologize in advance if this is a little long and if I say things that I say often, but every word comes straight from the bottom of my heart. I absolutely wanted to thank you all because getting to know you, even if not in person, and your works was truly an enormous pleasure and one of the best moments of this year.💞

@roosterforme : I know I've already mentioned you on various positivity nights but I can't help but mention you again for the help you've given me throughout this year with your stories and more. You were one of the first authors whose stories I read and to say that I fell in love from the first words of each of your series would not do justice to reality, because I not only fell in love but I felt understood, comforted and less alone about themes that you have written and treated with a unique delicacy. Even though I have told you a thousand times now (and hoping not to be too repetitive) I want to tell you again how much I appreciate your talent, your love and your care that you put into your stories, full of details and characterizations of the characters which make them unique and special. And as I often tell you, I immensely appreciate your ability to make me fall more in love with Bradley every time for the wonderful way in which you always manage to write about him. As you now know, your masterlist has become my comfort place and your stories my routine and I couldn't be happier about it. For all the love I feel for all your work, Is It Working For You has a special meaning and place for me. Your stories are something I often think about and I love rereading them to remind me of details that perhaps I didn't remember perfectly or even just for the sake of reliving the emotions written. Thank you so much with all my heart for everything 🫶🏼

@cherrycola27 : you were absolutely the first person whose series I read and I must say that it is thanks to your writing ability that I continued to read more and more stories in this fandom. The first series I read was Till Death? I was so passionate and captivated from the first chapter that I asked you if I could be tagged because I absolutely didn't want to miss a single update and from that moment on I haven't stopped reading your beautiful stories. I love how you always come up with original ideas and then develop a story from them. An example is your Red, White and Rooster series which I loved immensely and which left me in suspense at the end of each chapter. I appreciate so much how your stories are always a swing of emotions and it is precisely this in my opinion that makes them unique! You always manage to keep me in suspense and sometimes make me emotional with endings i don't expect. I’m literally obsessed with False God series because I love and find it brilliant the way you manage to mix Greek mythology with everyday life! Thank you so much with all my heart🫶🏼

@bradshawsbaby : another person I couldn't help but mention is you, because with your stories of Mr and Mrs Bradshaw you helped me a lot in my worst days and in the moments when I was leaving and entering the hospital. In the moments when I started reading their stories I always managed to forget about reality and be transported into their magnificent world. Not to mention one of my absolute favorite series as you already know which is Si vis amari ama, your way of describing the scenes, the care in writing about the environments or the customs of the time always fascinates me. It still lives in my mind as I found it interesting and appreciated how carefully and precisely you described the preparation and making of bread in one chapter. In addition obviously to all the descriptions of the environments, one in particular that I hold dear was the way you described the market and conveyed the idea of ​​chaos and confusion given by so many people. And as I have said several times, the love I feel for the fact that you used various terms and phrases in the Latin language. I think this all shows how much passion and care goes into each chapter. I've often noticed that you apologize because you haven't updated the series in a while and honestly it breaks my heart every time I see you apologize because I tell you with all my heart you absolutely don't have to apologize for anything because what you do is already more than necessary. Take all the time you need and don't feel pressured at all, when you have time to update the series know that I will be there ready to read it more than happy. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for everything.🫶🏼

@beyondthesefourwalls : I wanted to thank you so much too for your ability to make your characters feel the emotions they are feeling. While I was reading Remember you even when I don't you made me feel all the pain of pumpkin in seeing her husband not remember her, I loved how you developed the story. I love how in your stories it's like riding a roller coaster for everything i feel and I love even more how in many of your stories you talk and underline how certain loves never end, no matter what they have to face, they often go through immense turns and then return. This love came back to me is the perfect proot, which made me shed more than one tear and which I loved immensely. Every time I receive a notification of your story I'm so happy because I already know it will be amazing. I love the way you can make conversations interesting and often with an ironic and teasing streak. Thank you so much with all my heart 🫶🏼

@sailor-aviator : as I already told you, I discovered your blog thanks to your Fool's Fare series and from that day on, that was the series written by you that captured me the most, obviously without taking anything away from the other wonderful stories that fill your masterlist. There is something that fascinates me incredibly about that story, the part that literally stuck in my mind was the description of the first entrance of Jake's character. The way you described that scene was so perfect and precise that it felt like the scene was unfolding before my eyes, and I have to be honest but I often like to go and reread it because of how beautiful it is. I love all your other stories, I love how you can take ideas and develop the story around them in such a detailed and twisty way. And I think you have an extreme ability to transport the reader into the story that leaves me breathless every time. I love how, in addition to the chapters, you write various drabbles that explain and delve into different themes and scenes inherent to the main story, thus making the reader more and more in tune with the characters thanks also to the different points of view. I also love how you always have new ideas for new stories and how each of your series is always so detailed and intriguing. Thank you so much with all my heart.🫶🏼

@notroosterbradshaw : I've told you plenty of times how much I love your The Boyfriend Experience series, and how much you can make me cry with every chapter of Slow Dancing in a Burning Room. As for The boyfriend experience, it was the first series of yours that I read and just from the summary I was already completely in love with it. I mean, what's better than Bradley pretending to be your boyfriend? I loved how you managed to convey the tension between them, how behind their every gesture there was a feeling that they both tried to hide and how luckily in the end they both stopped resisting their feelings and let themselves go. I also loved how you were able to build the anticipation before they could finally be together in such a real way. Your ability to make me cry, smile, feel butterflies in my stomach and feel happiness never ceases to amaze me. Every time I read your work I am amazed by your magnificent versatility in writing and conveying happier emotions as well as sadder emotions or moving from a more angst series to a more fluff one. I love how you make every dialogue so real and so relatable. Thank you with all my heart.🫶🏼

@ohtobeleah : I discovered your blog while reading your Iris series and to say that I was impressed from the first chapter would be an understatement. I love your ability to create stories that leave me in suspense and that with each passing chapter I literally can't wait to read the next one because I'm so intrigued and taken by the story. Another thing I really love is your ability to set up the chapters, how you manage to insert flashbacks that help us understand and get to know the characters more deeply and add details to the plot. Without forgetting your ability to develop relationships between characters, write extremely complex and nuanced characters and slowly reveal more and more details that make the story even more multifaceted and help you better understand the various perspectives of the characters. As you know, I'm loving the series Was it over? when you said you wanted to write this series the topic and the plot immediately interested me but I never expected to be totally taken by this one. As I told you, even though it breaks my heart with each chapter, I can't wait to read more because of the beauty with which it is written. Thank you from the bottom of my heart🫶🏼

@mamachasesmayhem : I will never tire of appreciating your ability to create your stories not only by writing them but also by creating the whole outline, which in my opinion makes diving into the world of the series even more interesting. I know I've said it before but the way I love the Jake and Honey universe is just incredibly huge. I loved how you developed their story and how precisely you took care of every little detail. She Ain't Takin' Your Call to the What If Universe literally left me speechless with how good it was. I remember at the end of the chapter I was so anxious to know what decision Honey had made. I loved the way you structured it and how you showed Honey's growth and how her relationships have changed over the years. The detail I loved the most was the fact that you wrote and explored different episodes during her different ages, I think this detail made it much easier to connect with her. I also wanted to make a special mention to your ability to create digital daggers, they never fail to make me smile, they are truly wonderful. Thank you so much with all my heart🫶🏼

@sometimesanalice : last but not least I wanted to thank you. The first series of yours that I read was Like i can and I was struck by the first lines. I loved the way you developed the story and how the ending literally managed to surprise me with a detail that I never expected. I read all the chapters with extreme interest because I entered the story immediately and I couldn't wait to find out who she would choose. I want to give a special quote to Bob's friend with the dogs, I think this detail was one of the moments in which I laughed the most when reading a series, it was truly epic and every time I think about it it puts a smile on my face. I love the detailed and precise way in which you write each of your stories and how each of them manages to be unique and unforgettable. I also love and appreciate the time you take every time to reply to my comments, I really like the fact that with your answers you make me enter even more into the story thanks to the fact that you add small details or your thoughts. Thank you so much for everything🫶🏼

You are all extremely talented, sweet and kind! Reading your stories and interacting with you is always a pleasure! I truly appreciate the passion, love and time you all dedicate to your work and for this I can never thank you enough! Thank you so much for keeping me company, for making me laugh (even cry sometimes) for taking the time to respond to my (often very long) comments and above all making my year better with your wonderful stories and with your availability and generosity. Grazie mille!

I wish you that 2024 will be a year full of love, joy, happiness and successes and that all your wishes will come true!💗✨

what an amazing love note 🤍 have a happy new year!

end of the year positivity night 💌

#end of the year celly

[exeggcute]

okah I had that interview with my old job (if you can call it that, since they had no intention of recruiting me and I have no desire to return) and it was certainly illuminating lol. under a cut in case you don't give a shit about corporate nonsense but it's funny I promise

what it comes down to is that the role is "different" now in two key ways: (1) they want someone who currently is or has been a software engineer but also is a technical writer, and who'll start out as an IC and the only member of the team but will eventually scale up to grow the team and become a manager, and (2) has experience working directly with product teams, UX writing, GTM strategy, etc.

re. point two I mentioned that not only are those all things I did (because they're common things that most TWs do), but that they're listed on my resume almost verbatim, which is why linkedin kept telling me I'd be a good fit for the job, and re. point one I was frank and said that like, not only did the job posting itself not convey that at all (because again, I kept getting recommended for it, and everything else in the listing was bog standard TW shit), but basically Good Fucking Luck finding someone who fits that bill lmao. not that "engineer turned technical writer" is unheard of, but it's not the most common path people take, and especially in this job market I'm inclined to think that someone with an engineering background would gravitate towards jobs that pay an engineering salary (i.e., higher than that).

the person I spoke with was pretty receptive about the job listing feedback and said that she didn't write it, the VP of Whoever did, and that they have had quite a few candidates who match the skillset/background they're looking for but I'm skeptical. not to mention how they're not "officially" requiring it to be a hybrid role but they're trying to hire people "who are near the office," whatever that means.

in any case, this confirms all my suspicions about how waterlogged this company's hull currently is, and I wish all the best to whoever lands this role and finds themselves with way more responsibilities than they bargained for. god knows how overwhelmed I was by the end, even with three years of institutional knowledge under my belt. I can only hope the excellent readme files I left behind will make it easy for them to parse my docs toolchain.

also this was a great learning opportunity for me to realize that people suck at communicating what they want—which, okay, I knew that already, but like specifically for job postings. there are soooo many reasons you can apply to a job that perfectly matches your experience and get insta-rejected anyway, but it hadn't occured to me that "they actually want something totally different from what they wrote" could be one of them lol. and then I guess the flip side of that is how you can apply to a job posting and then wind up in a role that's not at all what was advertised. although that is one of the things you should try to sniff out ahead of time in an interview. so watch out I guess

[sunlightmurdock]

hey you!! 😤🫵

you got no business getting me this obsessed and feral over dbf!jake 😩 istg not enough words can explain the hold that man has over me 😭😭

i just know that from now on i'll be thinking of him 24/7 and idk how im supposed to handle that and the fact that this series came around pretty much the same time the twisters trailer came out and the way he looks there is so pre-apocalypse dbf!jake coded 🤧 like i don't blame reader at all, if my dad's best friend is going around walking around town like a slut straight out of men's health, i too, would dissolve 😮‍💨

aside from the fact that deep inside, everyone loves an older smoking hot man with perfectly sculpted and astonishing pectorals, i am totally crazy about the fact that he's evidently not just in it for the sex. his protectiveness, his determination to keep her safe and projecting how much he loves her through his actions and words without having to say the exact words.

he does't have to say those actual three words for her or for anyone to know it, it's already irrefutably conveyed through his actions --- every miniscule effort to put her first and the extremely evident frustration and fear that lies within his words everytime he's upset when they discuss other additional possible threats to her safety, like it's such such such a difficult topic for him. even the mere thought of just having to discuss any possible harm directed towards you is enough to make his emotions go haywire. everything about him screans that he is genuinely convinced that his world would literally crumble if you slip away from him and that he would absolutely die.

yes, i have managed to deduce all these, all just from a couple of short drabbles i've read in like a span of one hour. that's how much of a goner i am for this 🤡 thanks for coming to my tedtalk 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

omgggg you’re so right about the twisters look being pre apocalypse dbf Jake!! And ugh the depth you went into with this!! You get him 😭

Hes so in it for the long haul

#apocalypse dbf!jake #dbf!jake #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin

[ordinaryschmuck]

Quick Thoughts on the first two episodes of the Percy Jackson TV Show

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the original book series, changed my life.

I know that I've said that with The Owl House, which rains true for the present day. But Percy Jackson is a book series that pretty much formed my love and style for story telling. Back when my fifth grade teacher read this to my class, she not only introduced me to a great book series but to a type of fiction that I didn't know I needed. Stories that managed to find that perfect balance of epic adventures, heart-tugging drama, and hilarious comedy. For years, I've been seeking out books that scratch the same itch Percy Jackson did, but never really found anything beyond Rick Riordan's other work. On top of that, the series formed my style of story telling. Did you pick up my level of snark in my fan fiction? The way I manage to form dialogue? You want to know what book series inspired all of that? Percy Jackson did, and I owe everything to it.

So when Disney+ announced that there was going to be a TV show, one that followed the books and had Riordan himself being closely involved with it, I was excited...but a little cautiously optimistic. It was great news that the series would follow the books, but as a Disney+ original? With other Disney+ original content ranging from mediocre to bad aside from a few exceptions? Yeah, I...didn't have faith in this, and the faith became weakened when I heard the show was going to be in live-action. Call me an animation shill, but I always felt like animation was the perfect medium for Percy Jackson, what with the insanity that the series goes through and the ideas that need to be conveyed in ways live-action couldn't. Just imagine something like The Owl House or even Avatar: The Last Airbender's style for Percy Jackson. It would have been GREAT.

Still, I didn't want to be all doom and gloom. I wanted to give this show a chance, even if it didn't follow the story EXACTLY or fit with the animated show I kept in my head for years. I would be open minded and see if it was still a good show regardless, and if these first two episodes are anything to go by, it might be...sort of.

In terms of the characters, everyone is on point. I buy that a lot of these actors are the characters they're portraying, and everyone nails the right amount of energy. Especially Walker Scobell, who IS Percy Jackson. There's SOME awkwardness because, you know...child actor. But when it comes to the sass, angst, and occasional stupidity of the character, the boy does great at the job and will hopefully improve as the years/seasons go by.

As for the action, it's pretty well-choreographed and epic. The Minotaur fight especially looked cool and surprisingly NOT hindered too badly by relying on CGI. It looks good enough where I can believe it, even if it's very obviously a CGI bull.

And then the comedy. THANK THE GODS for the comedy staying in tact. It was a big part of what drew me in with the books because while it can break my heart with drama or leave it pumping with action, it can be pretty funny a lot of the time. Just look at the chapter titles. They're full of sass and jokes, and it's important to keep that energy when adapting it. The show does a great job doing so while adding a few jokes of its own that feels like it would have fit in well with the books. I don't THINK Mr. D tried to make Percy think he was his father so Percy would get Mr. D some cheap booze was in the books...but dammit, it would fit PERFECTLY.

So, overall, I'd say this show definitely nails the energy of the books, being intense and comedic with the actors doing a great job at portraying the characters. However, while the show understands the energy, it kind of crumbles when it comes to telling the story.

Firstly, there ARE some changes. It's to be expected, because if I wanted every single bit from the book exactly as they were...I would have just read the frickin' book. I don't need all the exact details and I'm fine with writers taking liberties for the sake of making an adaptation standing out on its own. And no, I'm not tearing my hair out over the characters being a different race or Percy being blonde. As long as the actors still feel like the characters, which they do, there's nothing to worry about. But there are some narrative changes that I can't help but question. And, yeah, this is going to be SLIGHTLY spoilery, so be warned that if you haven't checked out the show yet, this is your last chance to skip ahead to the bottom.

Now, there are changes that I like. I like that they introduced Mythomagic early. It's a little detail, but it's a nice one to add and could maybe give Percy something to bond with Nico a bit when we finally get there. I also don't mind Sally giving Gabe that East Coast sass, making her more willing to stand up to his crappy behavior. It takes the punch out of the tragedy of her being stuck with him, but it's great to see Sally stand up for herself and it still works in showing that it's a situation she doesn't want to be in. But then there are...questionable changes. Like Chiron giving Percy Riptide when he broke his pencil. Like...No. The dumbass kid would have uncapped it immediately. NO.

Also, was that Grover's girlfriend? I mean, it's kind of cute on paper to introduce Grover's girlfriend this early, but the actress is VERY MUCH older than our baby-boy playing the goat kid, and it is uncomfortable seeing them give each other heart eyes with this VERY NOTICEABLE age difference.

And then there are changes that are made due to cutting time. Like cutting out the scene of Percy and Luke training with swords and choosing instead to have campers say "Luke's the best sword fighter in camp." You gotta SHOW instead of TELL for a TV show, Riordan. And then there's the fact that the Hellhound didn't show up, proving that the camp isn't safe for Percy and makes him believe that it's Hades who stole the bolt instead of...jumping to a conclusion. I don't need EXACT recreations of the book, but these are necessary beats for the story and even the future of the series. But we cut them out because this is a six-episode season and we need to skip as much as we can.

This brings me to why it's not a good thing that this show is a Disney+ original: Disney+ doesn't make TV shows, it makes MOVIES. Long, extended movies that are split into six or eight parts because they put too much money into an already short budget for anything lengthy. Sure, you get great stuff out of that like Loki and...I don't know, Andor? I only watch the Marvel stuff on that platform. But the problem is very much present with the Percy Jackson TV show. If this was a movie, I'd be more forgiving if we skip a lot of stuff so we can tell the story a lot faster. But because it's a TV show, something that SHOULD have all the time in the world to tell a story, it feels rough that it has to skip a lot for that six-episode limit. Because of it, we're breezing by so much that it feels like the story's on fast-forward yet also slow enough to have scenes like Grover being with his girlfriend--Seriously, am I the only one uncomfortable with that?

I WANT to say that Percy Jackson the TV series is GOOD, as it does understand the energy of the books. But the story and the pacing is questionable at times and it REALLY holds the series back. At least for now. Who knows, maybe things will get better as the season progresses or even if the show progresses. This IS only the first two episodes, after all. It can always get better...but it can also always get worse, but I'll wait until I've seen the whole show at least.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson tv series #grover underwood #sally jackson #chiron #percy jackson show spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #quick thoughts #what i thought about

[steve-from-fanfiction-dot-net]

So here’s me just talking a bit about why something I like and think is really good is really good.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses has one particular sequence in it that over the last few years of my video gaming I would describe it as having some of the most impactful passive storytelling in all of video games.

��First, I’m just gonna say upfront, I have a considerable bias toward female Byleth over Male Byleth. The two big reasons for this are that the female main character fits a bit more snuggly in with the theming of the game with the legwork they put in (male Byleth can have a goddess in his head too, there’s no issue with that, I just think the female protag fits a bit more seamlessly) and I generally like her facial expressions better. Although I will admit that her default outfit leaves a bit to be desired for me.

The hidden third reason for this however is that I like father-daughter dynamics, and while there is no difference in the tone and dialogue between Byleth and Jeralt depending on your gender, I like the way that all of that dialogue fits in my head-canon dynamic for Byleth and her father.

Another head-canon detail I will mention because it’s slightly relevant, is that I like to consider Byleth as someone somewhere on the autism spectrum. Maybe I’ll write more about this later, but I like to think of her as someone who is, through the course of this story, learning what meaningful relationships should look like for her. 

So getting to the thing I think is great. I think some of the most immaculate vibes I have seen in my time as a gamer come from the Academy phase in Three Houses immediately following Jeralt’s death.

Jeralt’s death itself is a perfectly fine sequence. Although I would like to draw attention to Byleth’s expressions both the first and second time Jeralt is stabbed. Perhaps it’s just the way the angles are played with, but you may notice an expression of much greater shock on Byleth’s face the second time, after she has already expended her divine pulse. The first expression seems a bit more clinical, as she already knows she can turn the clock back and rescue her father. But the second time her composure completely breaks. A fine scene.  Pretty good even, as far as death scenes in Fire Emblem go.

What’s really noteworthy to me however is the immediate aftermath. Perhaps one of the most striking things about losing a loved one is that even though it feels like the world is falling apart around you, it keeps moving on regardless. Eventually you’ll go back to work, or back to school or back to whatever your day to day routine was. But some thing will feel different. You might feel like an entirely different person from who you were before that. And many times, you may not have even finished processing that loss.

The academy phase in Three Houses is a fun way to abstract the way you interact with the numbers that you manage in this game. in practical terms it is effectively an elaborate means of interacting with something you would normally do in a menu. But by turning it into a regular chore, Three Houses injects a sense of fantastical mundanity to the game. It helps sell the experience that you are playing the role of someone who has a job here. You are a teacher at this place of learning.

In light of all of this, I consider one of the most brilliant things that Three Houses does to be putting you back into the academy phase  almost immediately after Jeralt is killed. Everything has changed for Byleth. She’s kind of followed her father her entire life, and now he’s just gone. And now she has to go back to work.

Everything the game does in this phase is excellent in how it conveys the essence of someone having experienced a major loss, but doesn’t know how to process it yet. The Academy is unchanged, but all of your students and colleagues can only express their heartfelt condolences. more than anything else, the soundtrack in Garreg Mach for these phases perfectly captures the empty aimlessness you might feel in moments like this. It is the sound of pure undiluted melancholy. And through it all, you’ll do the things you’ve been doing the entire game. You’ll tutor some of your students, maybe sit down for a few meals, do some inventory management, maybe even try to find some time to go fishing. But all of it feels different. Nothing has changed, and yet everything has.

I just find it so impressive the way this chunk of the game so effectively puts you in the shoes emotionally of your character. I love this game, it’s easily the fire emblem game I have put the most hours into. But when I think of this game, and I try to remember what moments stand out most vividly in my memory, it’s not any particular battle or any major plot beat. It’s going around the monastery a week after Jeralt’s death, and reflecting on the headspace of this person who doesn’t know what to do next, so she falls back on routine. She goes back to work.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #three houses #fe3h byleth #byleth eisner #three houses spoilers #fe3h spoilers #female byleth

[sandraharissa]

Thor and Loki’s usefulness to Odin in being heir to their respective thrones is definitely some of the main things he values them for but I get the vibe ppl only bring it up to add to the list of proof that he’s narcissistic blah blah blah, when based on how serious he treats his job and his own striving to do his job flawlessly we can tell that he has the same attitude towards himself, and likely Frigga too, it’s just that she never does anything that would make her a bad queen and likely as a woman and queen consort she doesn’t have that much responsibilities and expectations put on her, and it’s also likely the same way he was treated himself when he was heir.

And imo it’s exactly how Loki views it too, based on his speech to Sif + W3 his primary reason to disturb Thor’s coronation was that Thor was unfit to rule, conveying that he feels a deep-rooted responsibility to ppl to for example not put a guy on a throne that’d immediately start a war. He’s got to have learned this from his parents, reflecting that he really internalized the responsibility as a royal family member aka part of the government that Odin expresses many times.

That’s one of the reasons why the play scene in TR felt off to me, cos it’s ooc for Loki. Loki always wanted to prove his worth in order to prove he deserves his place in the family, and I think it partially comes from this attitude he and Odin have towards the matter, hence if Loki did succeed in doing some great deal for Asgard and very tangibly proven his worth, and he’d start getting publicly praised ect. I think it’s way more in character for Loki to find the sudden widespread positive attention from strangers awkward, he'd only find it rewarding cos it’d bring him the kind of praise from his immediate family that he always wanted, but somewhat more importantly, he’d finally live up to his own standards.

Loki was always jealous of Thor but not in the sense he wanted the throne and everything that comes with it but that he wanted to be his equal. So he always wanted private recognition and not public recognition. Part of the jealousy was that Thor fit perfectly what was expected of a prince and Loki not so much, hence ‘failing’ at being a prince. But these ppl’s identities as royals and family members are so deeply intertwined. It’s like Loki’s family never expected anything of him to prove he belongs in the family but to Loki if he’s a bad prince then he’s a bad son, with others but especially Odin showing the same attitude that him being a father and a king are inseparable. And it was all manageable being the ‘underwhelming’ prince but then he finds out he’s not even legitimate by typical rules of monarchy and he’s not even related to them and he’s actually from the race of their sworn enemies, and suddenly in his mind nothing is guaranteed, his place in the family isn’t ‘earned’ with anything and he starts fighting for it and engaging in rivalry with Thor over it. If you get rid of the competition you automatically won, if you one up Thor then you’re the more ‘accomplished’ prince and son now.

It's almost like monarchy is a bad political system or smth and part of it is that it’s inherently traumatizing to the royal family and so the nicest scene we ever get of the three interacting are the two Odin death scenes in TR where they’re just kinda chilling and Odin forgot for quite a while about being a king and just kinda doesn’t really bring this back up in their last meeting cos he’s at peace with his time as king / his time being alive being over.

#mcu #loki #odin #thor #frigga #the odinsons #loki odinson #brodinsons #loki meta #odin meta #the odinsons meta #loki odinson meta #brodinsons meta

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again no problem 12/20/22

feelin...fizzy. feelin...scattered. let's make up for it with twelve (12) photos and a three part making section

listening

unloved’s new album has been out for some weeks but ive had Sorry, Baby on loop most of that time. it’s got the sort of fluttery bubbly electronica i associate with heist scenes or when someone wants to convey there is technology bubbling away in the background. cf a lot of the ambient music for the fallout 4 nuka cola world dlc. i also wish i had a better comparison.

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reading

fallow weeks. it’s so funny how mack’s face changes in different light. she has such an angular teen face right now but you would not know it from this photo where she has eyebrows.

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watching

rewatching a bunch of westerns as i knit. even tho i rarely rewatch shit, i want to be steeped in the vibes bc the days are very short and the nights are very long and the cowboys spark joy. The Great Silence (1968, dir. Corbucci) knocked me flat for a full twelve hours as it did for my first viewing. i remain mildly bemused by Death Rides A Horse (1967, dir. Petroni) but im glad mr van cleef got to have his tits out?

i also saw Gallowwalkers (2012, dir. Goth, starring Wesley Snipes). a weird west/horror sort of direct to DVD thing. there is very little to recommend this movie. it is largely incoherent. it has a lot of on-screen rape and sexual assault and women getting thrown around. i could not put together this movie in chronological order if you put a gun to my head. however, it does Look.

the costuming is what i can only call “capcom video game”. some of the worst wigs i have ever seen in my life are in this movie.

yes this man has two iguanas sewn to his head, bc the schtick of the film is the undead need to continuously get new skin sewn on. how they acquire the skin is shown in great detail.

unfortunately (fortunately?) the baddies have nearly all the good lines.

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playing

beat the elite four in Pokémon, beat Team Star, beat Arven (that sucked. i felt so bad at the end of that) can’t quite beat my best friend/arch rival. more puttering around needed. or perhaps i need to actually learn how types work instead of hitting everything with one of my flamingo’s three different kinds of big kick. let me in the crater!!!

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making

knitting again!!! i will update when i have a full repeat done bc right now it doesn’t look like very much. beloved mutual and real/life co-conspirator @itsybitsydragon passed along two gently loved cat trees for my chief henchwoman and she (the cat) has taken to them quite well!!! lovely to see her (my dear friend, i can see my cat any time i want), very worth shuffling a lot of furniture around.

I did promise a cast iron update but it’s a disappointing and slightly baffling update. this is Four (4!))) layers of seasoning and it's still not evening out. it's covered, bc it's not rusting, but it does look like fucking shit. it is dry to the touch and not tacky.

there are several potential causes, i think:

couldn’t quite get all the old seasoning off and this is somehow affecting the new seasoning (but it shouldn't be reacting this weirdly to the flaxseed oil? or really at all?)

i didn’t manage to completely neutralize the vinegar bath with baking soda?

the layers are maybe slightly too thick or slightly too thin? the weirdest looking parts are in the parts where i did manage to get the old seasoning off and down to bare metal

perhaps my ancient electric oven is not quite getting up to that nice 450-500F i want? i inadvertently left my oven thermometer in the old lair and haven't remembered to get a new one, but the smoke point of this oil should be like 225-230F, and i know for a fact my oven gets above that bc i have not yet given myself food poisoning

this is probably perfectly fine and safe to cook with but it's a little bit too much problem solving for me right now, and like @morrak i'm probably going to get deeply annoyed at some point and have at it with some naval jelly. unfortunately that will have to wait for more clement weather.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[kirbyliker12]

I love all your art pieces soooo much 💖💖💖what's your art process??

WAHHHHH THANKSSSS hehe hmm I’ve never formally given art advice before (i also haven’t taken a single class so this might not be that helpful) but I’ll try 👍👍👍

Personally I always used to have trouble during SKETCHING yeah that’s right the step everyone says is “fun” I’d always get annoyed with trying to perfectly convey the image idea I wanted while constantly fixing and starting over and cleaning up and by the time I finished the sketch I’d be way too exhausted from how many discarded ideas and redoing I did AND the lines would be mildly confusing to me 🥸🥸🥸guidelines always kinda felt stiff and slow to me so that didn’t work either

Then I started getting LAZY n stuff😏😏😏😏basically you use a big brush and roughly draw the shape idea you have and then you get an eraser and either sculpt the shape to align with your idea or you’d outline some parts so you get the idea of the figure

Sneak peek of a drawing as an example heehee uh I also add a 10% black layer over everything on the sketch then erase where I think the light will be (good guideline for later n it makes the sketch look COOL) also when I’m doin big pieces it’s easier to fix how it looks bc I’m not as distracted by sketch line details n forget to look at the entire image as a whole😋

ALSO don’t b afraid 2 use filters lots of people use them it’s not like its a program creating an image using tons of stolen art without consent🥸🥸🥸🥸it’s just some color correcting n so on like an orange “overlay�� to make everything look sunnier or a blue “hue” layer to make everything slightly closer to a color but not too much so it looks distinct

Dis is da free filter on ibis paint x😏😏😏IBIS SWEEP!!!

Even though the colors r nice it also ends up muffling / changing the brightness n darkness of some colors that you don’t want in your final piece (I normally end up using “multiply” layers to darken some spots along with “Hard Light” layers to change the hue and some “add” layers if I feel like i want cool glowing stuff) you can also set an all black layer to Saturation and play with it’s opacity to get a less saturated product

Anyway lastly uhh stare at similar artworks depicting the thing you’re trying to do like ummmmm if u wanted to shade water for a beach you can look at artworks n take a mental note on how it manages to look like water (there’s lots of different styles n if you can go browse until u find one that could work with yours)😋😋😋😋

#kirbyliker12thoughts #wait I #I just realized I misread the #OK so u get the idea I sketch i lasso and move the sketch around I line I color + shade then I play around with extra touch up layers #ask

[animehouse-moe]

Dandadan Volume 3: Paradigm Shift

So, if you made it through volume 2 of Dandadan you're probably accustomed to the oddity of this series, but volume 3 presses the envelope of how weird is weird. Turning the school into a hunting ground for a Mantis Shrimp and Nessie hybrid alien? Budding romance that results in the oddest triangle out there? Playing baseball with a young man's wedding tackle? But the weirdest thing has to be how they manage to fit that all in while giving readers a riveting and exciting story with each volume, of which volume 3 is of course no outlier thanks to where it takes itself.

So, this volume obviously starts where the other left off, the Acro Silky was causing lots of problems for Takakura and Ayase. Of course, there's action and poses and cool stuff, but I think the best thing was how the Silky was brought back down to earth. Telling the story of her past and how she came to be like that.

I'm such a massive sucker for stories that are told without words, because at the end of the day they're only the approximation of what's actually happening. Removing that crutch from a story forces authors to dig deeper towards the source of what it is that they want to convey to readers, and Tatsu is able to do that incredibly well with the past of the Silky.

If there is one thing I'm going to complain about, it's that Tatsu's posing can be a little over the top sometimes. I think in certain moments it works really well to sell the intent very well, but other times it can come off a bit silly, like the Silky running in the rain in this panel.

It feels far too aggressive and put together to really sell the desperation and emotion the Silky is feeling in the moment. The determination absolutely overpowers the other emotions, and it's something that I feel like is rather liable to happen with the non-action pieces.

Anyways, feelings aside, we careen towards the comedic insanity of Dandadan at breakneck pace and get back to basics with the series.

Throwing a misunderstood romantic link into the mix adds just the right level of spice to the solidification of Aira's position in the story. Takakura and Ayase that are more so competitors or rivals than anything, Takakura and Aira which involves a confused and (potentially) one-sided love, and Ayase and Aira which centers around being mortal enemies who butt heads on everything. It's all so messy and all over the place that it blends perfectly with the ridiculous nature of the world and its characters.

And for those interested, this is the baseball game being played with Takakura's testicle. Just the right amount of excessive nature and creativity.

Since I had complained about it earlier, it's only fair to praise it now. Tatsu's posing and character acting is incredibly strong, so in these ridiculous moments, the characters feel even more amped up and expressive than normal. It's all so dynamic and aggressive, so when there's positive or "strong" emotions in play, they come off incredibly fun.

Moving on once more, would any shounen manga be complete without misunderstandings and tropes? I think not (even though it's not actually the case). This volume uses them as a springboard for both comedy and personal development, giving us some funny moments out of it and some good character growth that allows Takakura and Ayase to begin to trust each other some more.

While we're checking things off our list, I don't think I've brought up the Mantis Shrimp Nessie yet, have I? Well, it happens, and in incredibly odd fashion (since there's no other fashion with Dandadan).

Now, would I say I'm incredibly interested in this design? Not really, but it's more than acceptable in truth. I'm partial to the kickass nature of Takakura's transformation, but also the incredibly odd designs of the Serpoians. But this Nessie hybrid doesn't really carry anything quite like either of those, it's just a middle of the ground, solid design.

And it's also where this volume leaves off. Of course there's fighting to fill the gaps, dialogue to flesh things out, and comedy to get a laugh out of readers, but for the most part this is what makes the volume stand out. I think it does a good job of grabbing hold of all the little pieces that it's put into play in the last 2 volumes and finding a non-committal way to cobble them together.

Actually, quite similar to my commentary on Sakamoto Days, Dandadan does quite well when faced with the present rather than the future. Having a carrot dangled right in front of its face is far more effective than giving it a treasure map. Though compared to Suzuki's series, I will say Dandadan has much more potential as a written affair. The characters have a lot more material to work with and carve from, and Tatsu is doing a solid job of coaxing some appealing shapes out of them (though they're far from dramatic visages).

Considering how this volume fares, I think Dandadan is a great case for a 3 volume test run. The first volume is so out of this world you can't even stay in your seat, and the second works just as hard to keep you guessing. But with this third volume, you learn how to roll with the punches, how to catch the flow of Dandadan. So, if you've been on the fence after reading this far, I'd say that volume 3 is the point of no return. Still not sold on it? Probably not for you. But, if it has you in its grasp now, you're most likely going to be along for the rest of the ride. And believe you me, it's definitely going to be one wild ride.

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Cafe Life #3: Waitrose South Harrow Cafe

Pot of Tea (Earl Gray) = £2.25

There is a creeping horror to Sundays in the suburbs that sometimes overwhelms. Due to overwork, I have not felt it for years; feeling merely happy to not be anywhere near to workplace for twenty four hours and having failed at the traditional pursuits of DIY or such practical activity, I have managed to avoid those cold, sleek palaces of consumption. Something about such places fills me with an odd horror; somehow associating all the desperation, fear and reactionary mindset of these areas with feeling that hanging out in these places conveys a kind of success, yet knowing that is a total lie and not being able to do anything about it.  I so deeply wish to be away from the kinds of people I grew up with and their small cruelty.

But there they are. Drifting through the aisles mocking my pathetic attempts to do anything different with the life I was given.  In the immortal words of Harry Dean Stanton in Repo Man; ‘normal fucking people. I hate ‘em’. Supermarkets at least contain things that are of comparatively higher importance – food and drink – that are subject to plenty of crisis right now. Finally you are all cottoning on to the dangers or the just-in-time economic model and the obsession with outsourcing that has resulted in a country that fails to function a little more everyday, brought to you by people who swear blind allegiance to the country.  In fact they have made their career on attacking anyone as unpatriotic for daring to voice dissent or say that obsessing over a flag (ironically made overseas) is a bit pathetic

We needed to pick something up and had limited time, so the on-site cafe at Waitrose South Harrow would have to do today. Responsibilities prevent running around looking for the cool cafes, so we take time with the squares

The tea is obviously entering the pricier end of the scale but it is very well brewed. The food here is pretty cheap and we make a vow to return for breakfast one Sunday morning. Anywhere with sensibly price porridge is on the list for sure.

We get into conversation about the great return to the office that so many are now facing. Being demanded of that they come back to the physical workplace when all these non-jobs have been done perfectly well from a back room in suburbia for two years now. Britain has an economy existing on thin paper and they do not even manufacture the paper. If in fact any economy truly exists at all any more. There is nothing there; nothing made, nothing much sold or provided. I spend my days emersed in this and still cannot make head or tail out of it. All there seems to be is a head-on collision with reality; that capitalism has destroyed everything and only a united response can rebuild the world, without any input from the people presently controlling everything.

I mop up the slight spills of the small milk jug with a napkin, then head for the door. Things to do, places to go. Why does time insist on it’s cruel, rapid passing? I am not smart enough to make it through this world. Unfortunately, neither are the fuckers who run it.