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k-hotchoisan · 2 months

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touch and sketch

stuck with an artist’s block, Jongho’s friend introduces you to be his model for his project, which ends up introducing a whole whirlwind of problems, especially when you're modelling nude for him, and he realises how pent up he is on top realising how attracted he is to you.

Genres/warnings: smut, pwp, artist jongho (bc he’s the only who can actually draw 😭), nude modeling for art, perverted! Jongho who’s actually pent up, unprotected sex, sexual tension, kinda fluff?, oral (m receive), tit/nipple licking, masturbation, blowjob, cumming on garment, cream pie, Wooyoung is lowkey a wingman, bathrobe is a paid actor

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The back of Jongho's wooden pencil taps against his sketch book. The page has faint lines of messy sketches, erased over and over again. Eraser dust is scattered all over his desk, especially around his notebook. Jongho sighs, dropping his pencil, where it rolls into the crook of the notebook before he gets up to grab his third cup of coffee. Artist's block is a common occurrence, but this came at the wrong fucking time. Not when he has deadlines to meet.

He glances over at the large blank canvas propped up on the easel. It doesn’t help that his model bailed last minute because something came up. Now he’s left uninspired, without a model, and a shit ton of piling works to submit before the month ends. Sure, two and a half weeks sounded long, but for an artist? It’s almost a death sentence with the amount of work sketches he needs to come up with, let alone the large glaring canvas serving a reminder that his final piece is due altogether.

Knocking from the studio door echoes in the room, snapping Jongho out of his thoughts and worries, at least for the time being. There is a pause before the door pushes open, Wooyoung’s head peeping from the door.

“Hyung”, Jongho greets, settling his mug onto the table, rubbing his hands on the fabric of his trousers. Wooyoung’s eyes are bright, and he looks like he has something to tell Jongho, and he hopes that it’s good news.

“I’ve got good news for you, buddy”, Wooyoung says, dragging a stool to sit beside his junior. “I found a replacement model.”

Jongho’s tired eyes suddenly lighten up. Fuck, there’s hope. Maybe he can wing this shit especially when one of his worries has been elevated by a whole ton.

“How?” Jongho asks, his fingers idly twirling the pencil.

“I’ve got my ways. You owe me dinner, bro”, Wooyoung smiles, patting Jongho’s back gently. “But you can do that when you’re done with your submissions.”

Jongho has never felt relief this large like the ocean, washing over him over and over again. He feels like he can breathe once more. He looks up at Wooyoung, his eyes reflecting a glint of hope of completely escaping his hell.

“Thank you, Hyung. I really am eternally grateful for you”, Jongho sighs, dropping the pencil back to the desk as Wooyoung snatches his phone to enter the model’s number into Jongho’s phone.

Wooyoung dons his signature smile before he heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before he turns to Jongho.

“She’ll come in tomorrow. Don’t scare her off okay?”

Jongho scoffs at Wooyoung’s words, but he nods before he waves Wooyoung off, then going back to his empty sketch book, attempting to drown in his work once more, hopefully with an ounce of progress this time at least.

You glance down at the message from the number Wooyooung passed to you the day before. He told you he had a friend who needed a model for his art finals, and that he was pretty desperate because his previous model cancelled on him. You didn’t think much of it, considering that you did help a couple of your close friends to model for their art finals too, and accepted without much thought.

“He’s a polite guy, but he’s a little shy. Don’t bite him okay?” Wooyoung reminded you, receiving a soft smack to his arm from you in response.

You look up at the art studio, double checking the signage before knocking on the door.

There’s silence. You furrow your eyebrows and knock again after a few seconds.

Shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door before the door pulls open to reveal a boy with glasses that sit loosely on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are chubby, and his whole demeanour reminds you of a…bear? Something about him looks so cuddly. But he looks like a mess—his brunette hair tousled, his eye bags are slightly prominent, and it makes you wonder how much this poor dude has been slaving away for his work.

You force a smile. “Hey! I’m y/n. You’re Choi Jongho right?”

Jongho blinks before it seems like a lightbulb has gone off in his head. His eyes slightly brightens up, and he shifts a little to let you into his studio.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Thank you for accepting such a last minute thing. I’ll compensate you once I’m done”, Jongho greets, shutting the door behind him.

You take a step into the studio, taking in the small and cluttered space. Canvases and easels stands take up space on the floors and corners, different types of papers, pens, brushes and palettes covering the desk. There is a couch in the middle of the room, probably for the model, dusted clean, with a large piece of fabric hastily draped over the piece of furniture.

He plants himself on the roller chair before he turns to you, gesturing to you to sit on the couch, and you take the offer, trying to relax against the fabric beneath you.

“So”, Jongho begins, flipping a smaller notebook open, scanning through the bullet points he wrote. “I need you to come in quite often for the next two weeks, at least until I’m done with this, so I’ll have to trouble you a bit.” You shake your head reassuringly.

“No worries, I’m done with my finals, so I’ve got time to spare.”

Jongho nods, and he starts with briefing you on the details of the schedule, and he pauses at the final bit. He seems hesitant.

“…And for this piece, I need you to model nude”, he finally says. Then he looks up. “Are you okay with that?” You see pink tint dusted at the tips of his ears, but his expression remains firm. But he continues, his gaze switching back to his moleskin-esque looking notebook, “this one is gonna take the longest because as you can see”, his hands gestures to the large, blank canvas that sat in the middle of the studio, “it’s definitely going to take awhile.” He’s done, and you see his fingers fidgeting with the dangling ribbon of his notebook.

“Sure. Do we get started now? We should right?”, you respond, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips, watching hints of relief flood Jongho’s expression as he relaxes slightly. “I’ll compensate you well, I promise”, the male artist sighs in relief.

Of course, he doesn’t have you model nude immediately. He doesn’t want to scare you off, not when he knows how fucking difficult it is to get a model, let alone someone to model nude for him. But he has you do simple poses, poses that he manages to transfer into gorgeous sketches in his sketch book that he feels relief in seeing filled up. It’s amazing to see Jongho at work—how he’s concentrated at fixing your poses at the smallest angles and movements, and how he’s able to replicate real life into drawings. It was almost like magic.

You take a small sip of coffee that Jongho made for you as you watch the pencil in his fingers make rough, yet confident strokes on the paper, all of it coming together.

You observe that he’s rather quiet for the most part, or maybe he’s just absorbed in his own works. So from time to time, you would talk to him, sometimes making coffee for him in between sessions, which Jongho is definitely grateful for. Undoubtedly, he slowly starts to open up, on top of making progress on his assignments. If anything, you thought it was nothing short of attractive Jongho looked when he was fully focused onto his crafts.

The sixth day is when he gives you a head’s up to start modelling for him in nude. By then, the both of you were more comfortable with each other, especially spending quite a bit of time in close proximity, not to mention, despite his seemingly cool demeanour, Jongho was a very easy person to get along with.

“Have you done this before?” Jongho asks, as he sifts through large canvases, looking for the one that is perfect. “Yeah, a couple of times”, you reply, squeezing the bathrobe in your arms.

“I’ve drawn the curtains and locked the door. You can remove your clothes behind the folding screen there”, he points over before going back to setting up his charcoals onto the easel.

It doesn’t take you long to walk out from behind the folding screens in a bathrobe, and Jongho is still setting up his canvas. He looks over when he hears your footsteps growing closer, then gestures to the couch, now with a large piece of white silk fabric draped over. “You can get ready over there”, he instructs.

You drop the robe, letting it hang over the couch as you get yourself comfortable on the furniture. You shiver slightly at the cold breeze from the ceiling fan, and well, also because you were currently naked.

When Jongho is finally done with setting up, his attention turns to you, and he’s rooted to the ground for a good few seconds as his eyes wander all over your body and your pretty little features, and for a moment, his breath is caught in his throat.

Here’s the thing, Jongho has had models model nude for him—both men and women. He’s not phased, because that’s just part of what he needs to do—capture anatomy at it’s rawest form and sketch them onto his papers. But then, here’s the thing—he suddenly cannot seem to focus when his eyes are on you.

“So, how should I pose, Mr Artist?” You ask with a small smile on your face, snapping him out of his little thoughts. Jongho looks pretty flushed—you notice the tips of his ears are growing slightly red, but he walks over where you are.

“If you don’t mind”, he asks, and you shake your head, holding your breath when you feel his warm touch against your bare skin as he gently positions you.

“Lie down for me and face the canvas. I’ll position your arms and legs for you”, Jongho says. You let yourself rest on the plush couch, and you feel Jongho’s hands all over you once more, resting under your ams as he positions it on the couch. Your eyes follow his movements, noticing how he would glance past your chest, but then pause when he has to touch your lower body. The red at the tip of his ears is starting to flush his entire ear by now. His fingers brush against your thighs, and you try not to fidget too much, and hope he doesn’t feel the goosebumps he’s giving you. Jongho manages to position your legs the way he wants them to look before he hastily gets up and scurries back to the canvas.

“I might need you to stay like that, at least until I’m finished with the rough sketch. Could you hold on for me until then?” He asks, his eyes slowly trailing down your whole body, trying to keep the image in his head.

“I’ll try my best”, you reply with a smile.

Jongho tries his best to keep his thoughts at bay, at least, until he finishes the sketches. He lets his hands do the magic, the graphite pressing against the canvas as the quick strokes begin taking shape.

The process definitely took awhile, and you were grateful that Jongho positioned you in a pose where it was relatively comfortable, at least. The both of you would have small conversations in between, and it definitely helped ease the tension. When Jongho’s head would peek out from the side of the canvas, you would internally giggle to yourself, thinking how much he looks like a little bear looking for food.

Although the first day of the nude modelling went well, for some reason, Jongho can’t seem to get you out of his head, well your body, specifically. The touch of your skin still burns on his, and he barely is able to shake off the growing tension in his body. He slaps his cheeks.

Few more days, Jongho. Just a few more days.

The following days go by, not with their own problems—not with the art piece though, thankfully, but with you. The more he stares at you, the more he can’t seem to get his mind out of the gutter. Each passing day he thought he would grow more used to looking at your bare body, but apparently not, because his cheeks would heat up whenever he’s shading or blending, especially nearing your chest and thighs, when he has to look over, his gaze lingering a little too long, at the same time, thinking about how ridiculous he feels about this. Jongho mentally slaps himself, and forces his attention back to the canvas, his shading already halfway done.

But as his glances continue to stay longer on you, the sudden thought of his fantasies bubble up right at that moment—the way you’re writhing underneath him, taking his thick cock inch by inch on the couch that you were supposed to be modelling on, his bare skin against yours. His mind begins to float at the expressions you would make, the things you would say, and his grip on his charcoal tightens.

Jongho pauses there, his mind swimming in the depths of sin, his charcoal paused in mid air. His erection is pressing against his cargo pants. He internally curses, thankful that the canvas is big enough to hide whatever embarrassment he’s holding right now.

As the drawing slowly blooms on the canvas, you could take more frequent breaks in between sessions. At first, you’d wear the bathrobe fully, but as you slowly become more comfortable, you wouldn’t even tie the bathrobe, letting your nipples peek through the large opening, and boy, did that sometimes send Jongho’s head spinning when you’re teasing him like that.

Everything seems to almost snap during another one of your breaks, you quietly walk over to Jongho’s side, your bathrobe only draping over your shoulders watching him blend out the charcoal. The smell of your body soap hits him and floods all of his senses, and Jongho stills, his mind completely surrounded by you.

And that’s when realises his cock is rock hard, and that you are standing just over his shoulder, barely covered.

“I really like your art style”, you compliment, your eyes tracing the lines. You lean in forward, and your hand presses against his shoulders to balance yourself, followed by your body weight. All Jongho can do is force a smile while his heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.

When you leave few hours later, Jongho stays behind to finish and clean up. He doesn’t know how he was able to pull through the rest of the session with an erection just pressing painfully against his pants, but the moment he goes to the couch to collect the bathrobe, he cracks. The smell of you lingers on the piece of garment and Jongho feels like he’s about to fucking burst. He slides his bottoms off, including his underwear, letting his wet cock sit heavily against his abdomen with a relieved sigh.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

Lifting the garment to his nose, your smell completely engulfs him, and his hand is on his cock, giving it a couple of pumps, soft groans leaving his lips. His hips buck into his hand, desperate to speed up while day dreaming about you between his legs, taking his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head, looking up at him with fluttered lashes, then slowly pulling out, agonisingly slow that it drives Jongho crazy, before you pump him and let him cum all over your bare tits.

Jongho’s hips jerk, accompanied by a whine at that imagery. He fucking swears you look ethereal bare like that, but his cum on you? He thinks you’ll look like the perfect masterpiece. The bathrobe falls slightly, and drapes over his cock, and Jongho decides to fuck his hand over the garment, while still letting himself go drunk over your smell.

“Y/n, fuck. Deeper. Oh gods”, His mind slowly growing more hazy at the thought of you doing things to him. Before he knows it, a pleasured whimper slips past his lips, his eyes rolling back, the lewd sounds of his cock being fucked by his hand grow louder, more faster and more wetter, as his orgasm bubbles over, warm and thick all over the bathrobe.

He’s fucked.

The next day, Jongho is completely in a blur, but he’s almost done, much to both his relief and dismay, mostly because he wants to see you more often. The sinful act he committed lingers freshly in his mind, and the slight of you wearing the bathrobe, loose over your body, when he just cummed on it the night before (although he still washed it), has his cock jump in his pants again. He internally prays for the session to go quickly, or smoothly at least, because he doesn’t know how much more he can take.

On your break, you stand behind him again, watching him skilfully use his fingers to blend out the charcoal, his movements growing slower at your scent once more.

“Oh, that means you’re almost done, aren’t you?” You ask, your sides leaning onto him, only separately by the useless garment hugging you loosely.

“Yeah. It’s just a little more blending and we can wrap up”, Jongho manages to reply. He doesn’t catch you taking one of the charcoal. He doesn’t catch you with that playful stare while you slightly stain your hands with it. And he definitely doesn’t catch your playful intentions when you smudge your fingers against his face, a stroke of charcoal that streaked down his cheek while he blinks in utter shock. He glances up at you with a pout before hastily getting off his chair.

A wide smile spreads over your face before you giggle and run away, with Jongho giving chase after you.

“Come back here!”, he yells playfully, chasing you around the studio, which only makes you giggle even more. “That was rude as hell, y/n!”

His hands manage to grab your wrists, and you’re pinned onto the couch, the bathrobe sliding off your shoulders, all the way down your arm. Jongho is just inches above you, panting slightly from chasing you.

“Caught ya”, he presses his hands on your face, streaking a charcoal stain down your cheek as well, for payback, reflecting your smile before it completely disappears. You stare back at him breathlessly, your eyes lowering to his lips before shifting back to his eyes.

He slowly lets go of your wrists, his hands sliding to your jaw. Your arms hug his neck, and before you realise it, Jongho’s lips are soft and wet against yours, parting your lips to let his tongue swipe your bottom lip. A soft groan is pulled from you as he tugs gently against your bottom lip, feeling slick slowly puddling from the arousal. Jongho’s hands slide down to your thighs, pushing them open while his lips keep yours occupied, his mind slowly blanking out.

When the both of you pull back, you can’t help but relish at the way Jongho still looks so fucking good even after that steamy make out session. He looks starved, and so pent up, even more evident when you feel the hardness of his cock just pressing onto your thigh through his pants.

You press your bare leg against his erection, and Jongho lets out a whimper.

“Let me help you with that”, you offer, shifting so that it was Jongho on the couch. You tug at the waistband of his shorts, and his cock comes into view, as heavy as it was the night before, transparent fluids coating the tip of his length.

His breathing grows more ragged, because he can’t believe that this is happening.

“So fucking pretty”, you smile, before sticking your tongue out, giving licks from the base to the top, sending Jongho’s mind into a complete frenzy. “How long have you been pent up like this, babe?”

Babe. Jongho’s breath is caught in his throat. “Awhile”, is all he manages to answer, his abdomen flexing from the way you’re stroking him with your hands.

You don’t give him any warning before pushing your head down, letting your mouth cover the entirety of his cock, letting it hit the back of your throat. Jongho’s knuckles are growing white from how hard he’s gripping the silk fabric on the couch, his other hand tugging at your scalp.

“F-fuck. Don’t stop. Please. It feels so fucking good”, he whimpers, slowly turning into a sob, his hips fucking into your mouth. You pull back slowly, letting him watch his cock emerge from your mouth, wet and sticky with a coy smile.

“Feels better than in your little fantasies, doesn’t it?”

Jongho’s eyes widen, and he swallows hard. Fuck.

You don’t even give him a chance to respond, taking his full cock into your mouth once more, this time, bobbing your head, feeling him fill up your mouth whenever you take him in once more. Jongho’s mind is completely gone, his head is resting against the backing of the couch, eyes rolled back in complete bliss.

He barely comes back to reality when you finally slow down and pull back, thick fluids of his precum and your spit link your mouth to his cock before you lick them away. You give his pretty cock a couple more pumps before you sit up to straddle his thighs, letting Jongho undress you completely (although there wasn’t much to undress anyway), leaving the bathrobe somewhere on the couch.

You inch forward, capturing his lips with yours once more, taking his hands to roam around your bare skin, letting his warm touch linger. Jongho lifts your hips, barely hovering over his cock, and he pushes you down slowly, his eyes locked onto you—eating up your fucked out expression as you’re spilt open by him from below as his cock pushes past your hole. He swallows hard again when his cock is seated warmly in your cunt, taking your breast to his mouth, his tongue swirling gentle circles over and over to distract himself from cumming too early. Drool seeps past the corner of his lips, his mind dizzy at how you’re so warm and just squeezing him so fucking perfectly. He switches to your other breast, giving it the same treatment, absolutely drunk on the way you’re moaning his name, your hips lifting slightly before he’s seated in you to the hilt.

“So fucking deep babe”, you sigh, keeping your eyes locked onto Jongho, who only pulls you into another deep kiss before he says, “we can go deeper.”

You blink at him, and this time, it’s his turn to stop you from responding when his hands roam to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, letting your cunt swallow his cock even more, before making you bounce on his cock while you hug him.

“That’s it. All the way, baby”, he encourages right into your ears, ignoring the profanities spewing out of your mouth.

The sounds of wet skin only echoes louder in the closed studio, you only pray that no one walks past or tries to rattle the damn door knob. Well, not that you could do anything about it.

“Too much, Jongho-“ you choke, feeling his cock dragging against your soft walls, “I’m gonna-“

“Go on, let it go”, he encourages once more, making sure every time he sinks into you, you fucking feel him pressing against your sensitive spots.

Jongho holds your thighs down, his vision completely focused onto, watching you fall apart on his cock, fluttering so fucking nicely against his length as stars overtake your vision, and cream coating his cock when he pulls out, only to rut back into you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, y/n. Even the canvas can’t capture your glow”, Jongho confesses, feeling himself reach his limit. His eyes are shut, and he buries his head against the crook of your neck. You feel yourself flush at his words.

“I’m gonna cum, y/n. I can’t take it. Feels so good”, Jongho mutters, eyes glazed, looking up at you once more, his grip around you tightening. Your fingers comb back his locks, and with a smile, you reply, “you’ve earned it, baby.”

He falls apart, flooding thick and warm cum into your pussy, his breathing uneven and his mind spinning. Oh god, he can’t think.

As the both of you come down from your high, Jongho still has his head nuzzled against your neck, giving soft kisses from time to time as he softens in you.

“Don’t you need to finish your piece?” You ask, slotting your hands into the sleeves of the bathrobe as Jongho holds it behind your back.

“Yeah, I’m almost done. If it wasn’t for someone who decided to smudge charcoal onto my face”, he teases, and you laugh in reply. “Give me fifteen minutes, then we can have dinner together.”

The mess the both of you made was the least of your concerns, because Jongho scored a distinction on said piece anyway, and evidently, you’ve become his favourite muse, and he turned to be your favourite artist.

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halfagone · 3 months

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Danny, You Need To Calm Down

Me: "I need to nerf Danny a bit for this fic. I should have him only reveal and use his intangibility."

Danny: *is still BAMF and kicks ass*

Me: "Hmm... I did not think this through."

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I am serious, though. If you're creative enough and have watched enough superhero media then you'll be able to find all sorts of unusual applications to some of Danny's powers.

With intangibility alone, all Danny needs to do is stand there and let his opponent tire themselves out trying to just land a blow and then fight back. If he has some more melee or martial arts training, he could use a nerve strike and bam, one-shot knock-out. And that's not even counting super strength or flight or telekinesis or why is this boy so overpowered?! /rhetorical

And if you know me, you know how much I love writing a good OP BAMF Danny. But it can be pretty restricting too. With an abundance of powers and a proven track record to gain more powers when necessary, it's not exactly easy to keep Danny down. There are a few known weaknesses we can use to our advantage here, but they come with their own issues:

Major Weaknesses

Blood Blossoms

We've seen blood blossoms are pretty effective on ghosts from the "Infinite Realms" episode in Season 3, but only on Danny's ghost half. I always thought it was a bit strange, since Danny has used ghost powers in his human form so technically it should still affect him? But that's just a personal headcanon so feel free to ignore that.

But! Since Danny could just transform (if he can get past the total agony it causes him) then he'll be fine again. Blood blossoms are also edible, as proven by Tucker, which makes me wonder if Danny could eat them in his human form and make it out unscathed? Since it's only his ghost half that's susceptible to them.

However, it's commonly headcanon'd that blood blossoms are extinct as we only see them in this episode back in the 1600s from the Salem Witch Trials. But canon also tends to bring up some really interesting concepts and then just... never mention them again, so it's possible they're still out there and the Fentons just never learned of them.

Ecto-ranium

We don't see this one come up too many times in fanfiction, if only because many of us have totally blocked out the episode it aired in, "Phantom Planet", from our minds entirely. Ecto-ranium is essentially the equivalent of kryptonite, but for ghosts. (Unsurprising, seeing as Phantom Planet likely took inspiration from Christopher Reeve's Superman II.)

This does come with some plotholes of its own, seeing as intangibility had allowed the ecto-ranium to pass through the Earth despite ecto-ranium supposedly making it impossible for ghosts to use their powers? I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one, I won't lie...

So obviously this weakness also has some shaky ground to stand on.

Mind Control

We see in "Control Freaks" that Danny is pretty susceptible to mind control as well, so long as it comes from the right source. We learn that Vlad continues to collect ghostly artifacts, so it's entirely possible he could find another magical device of equal power and use. Freakshow himself comes from a family with a wide range and collection of ghostly artifacts.

It's also possible that ghosts like Undergrowth could be able to control Danny as well, as he was able to puppet Sam through his vines and plants.

Danny is still capable of breaking through the mind control, if given enough reason to. There is also proof, though, that he can do a lot of damage to himself and others before that time comes. Just food for mischievous author thought.

Plasmius Maximus

This device only appears in the episode "Maternal Instincts" but Vlad had created it to shorten out Danny's powers for three hours. This is another instance of an interesting concept that disappeared after one episode, but considering how Danny used it against Vlad, maybe the man just didn't want to risk it a second time.

Nonetheless, this does prove Danny's powers can be temporarily locked away. How this is possible isn't exactly clear, but I've taken to using a yarn knot analogy to explain it. I won't bore you with that explanation (unless you're actually interested) since it leans more into fanon and headcanons than canon.

Lesser Weaknesses

Blackmail

Now this isn't really a surprise to anyone since Danny is a good kid and most superheroes have this weakness, but Danny is very much susceptible to threats made against his family and loved ones. We see that Freakshow uses this against Danny in "Reality Trip" to make him do his dirty work, as in: collect all the pieces for the Reality Gauntlet.

We might make jokes that Danny could easily defeat anyone he comes across, but the truth of the matter is that he takes these threats seriously and he's lucky more people haven't used it against him.

Inexperience

This one is more understandable and maybe not even technically a weakness but this boy is so silly stupid sometimes it's honestly really endearing. He doesn't have the best grasp of his powers so he can make all sorts of unfortunate mistakes. Danny is the type of person who learns as he goes, and thanks to the fact his one eligible teacher also so happens to be the same guy trying to murder his father... his options are a little limited.

However, this can be easily fixed given enough time and practice. Danny might not have any formal training but he's also proven to be a very fast learner which could very well make up for whatever else he lacks. Due to the unique nature of himself and his powers, there's also a chance that even with a mentor he would still largely be self-taught.

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It can still be pretty hard to write though. When you want to have high stakes, then you need to have a credible threat. And for a kid that has a gazillion powers, all with countless applications, it gets a lot more complicated. Honestly sometimes Danny might not have even needed the new power if he just applied one he already had in a different way? But so is the life of a teenage, overpowered superhero.

#danny phantom #character analysis #with yours truly :D #danny fenton #overpowered danny fenton #OP danny fenton #tagging for posterity #i need to find it again somehow #long post

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mamamangaka · 3 months

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(No one has posted this and I need it so I shall cook for myself)

- Yandere!Alastor with a g/n reader who likes toys and art stuff -

Okay so here’s the thing I kinda see about Alastor:

Hes a fucking looney who will do anything and everything to keep you if he happens to fall in love.

But lemme tell you if you break past those walls and manage to ameliorate his aceness to the point that he’s yandere about you then baby you done.

You might as well have signed over your soul to him.

I like to think only one thing in particular would peak his interest at first.

Maybe your drawing outside a coffee shop -

Or reading tarot cards at the park?

Perhaps even reading under a tree, who knows?

But whatever it is, Alastor saw you and he froze.

He never once expected to fall so deeply in love (especially not at first sight) and I feel that when he did finally succumb after a bit of denial, it would be a quick realization and he’d make a decision to seek you out immediately.

He’d closely stalk you for some time but when he gets you, he’d keep you in his radio tower, where no one else goes and where his world really is.

He’d probably kidnap you mere weeks after realizing he’s enamored, it wouldn’t take long before he came up behind you out of nowhere.

He was someone you’d only seen once or twice in passing but found attractive each time, though you weren’t exactly thinking about a partnership.

He wouldn’t be asking you, he’d simply take you.

(You didn’t need to know he’d been admiring you anyway.)

You weren’t someone of great power or who was well known. You simply met a tragic fate and unfortunately ended up here by mistake due to being involved in “black magic”.

It was unfair, in your opinion, to be cast down simply due to your divination talents and history.

Never once did you misuse your gifts yet here you were.

When you come around, you’re in Alastor room in the hotel.

He explains the situation and gives you options.

You ask to go, not interested in whatever he’s offering and he explains that’s not an option so you need to pick another one.

After demanding to leave, trying to open the door, banging and calling for help and eventually pleading and sobbing with him, you realize you aren’t going anywhere.

You wheep and hoarsely beg as he carries you into the wooded area that seems to pocket into another place.

You realize later that it was a path to the radio tower.

There’s a wooden door that leads to his own personal “home” in that tower.

And inside, I’d expect it’s quite nice.

Greenery everywhere, plants and/or herbs hanging from the ceiling and a cozy woodstove. Lovely flowers and pretty trees surrounding the outside, blocking the view of the horrors that hell had naturally.

A earthy, modest but very comfortable and exquisite environment and cottage style house with at least one library on hand.

But he can take all this beauty away quite easily, so don’t forget or step out of line. The view is a luxury he gives based on your behavior; do not tread lightly.

Now, he’s very commanding and strict with his darling, often times dictating what they eat and wear, bossing them around and physically moving them to where he wants.

• “My little doe, you were simply taking too much time to get to me, I was just helping you along.”

• “Oh darling, don’t you know I’m doing this for your own good? Don’t cry, come here: give me a kiss.”

• “No no, little doe. It’s best if you rest right now. Ah, yes, I can see you don’t want to sleep. How about I read to you or turn the radio on, hm?”

But he’s also super old timey and you would immediately be considered his spouse, and he would pamper and treat you with such respect (at least as much as he could)

If he found out you liked dolls or soft toys, well he’d be all over that and try to use it to his advantage.

I feel like it would be a rag doll copy of himself or a porcelain/ball jointed doll (dressed in 1920-1950 attire) as a Victorian styled Queen or what not.

• “You seem so lonely honey bun, so I picked you up something nice. Hopefully it will warm you a little when you think of me.”

• “I can see you fiddle with your hands a lot, mi amor. Here, have a doll to dress and play with for when your pretty hands need a break from the books.”

• “Oh my, it seems a nap is in order for your crankiness. Where is your toy? It’s better for you to have something to sleep with while I’m doing the broadcast.”

But he wouldn’t have bought it for you, oh no, because the only thing he buys you is the most pristine art supplies and most flattering jewelry and clothes —

— he’d have made this himself for you, from his own power.

And he’d use it to keep an eye on you no matter where you happened to be.

Needed a moment alone? Not without the doll he gave you.

Was hiding from punishment? Not without the doll.

If you left it somewhere in a vain attempt for distance, you’d find it on your person the second you reached in your bag or turned around.

And when Alastor found out you left it? He’d be livid.

But you wouldn’t know he was mad by his face, only his voice and the static crackle in the background.

• “Don’t you ever leave that doll again sweetheart. Do you understand me?”

• “This is how I protect you, darling. It’s best for everyone if you follow direction.”

• “Now honey, you don’t want to lose your privilege to wander around the hotel and mingle with the others, do you? Then you best keep that doll close, hm?”

If you possibly took a liking to the doll he gave you, well..

His heart might soar, he won’t lie

How cute and innocent you were, so completely unaware of the horrors he possesses — the doll possesses — if you step out of line

It’s something he really loves about you; you trust him (mostly bc you have to)

And if you took up sewing to make outfits for the doll?? He’d be so over the moon and even conjure up a little wardrobe for them if enough clothes are made.

And your drawings??? Oh don’t even get me started

too late I did it myself here I go

He would parade you around like you were the messiah of the demonic art world

It didn’t matter if you or anyone else thought you were good

You like doing it? Hes gonna over indulge you.

You drew something just for him???

Then it’s getting a golden frame and you’re getting the radio host fame.

He wouldn’t let anyone touch your sketchbook. He’d actually kill anyone who destroys any piece of your work.

He always coos over you, he’s literally obsessed with you.

Admires you while your drawing like you are the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Always begs to see your drawings.

Does everything in his power to help you with inspiration or getting out of art block.

Hangs up his favorite pieces you’ve done around the hotel and talks you up to everyone.

• “My my, who would have guessed my little doe was so full of talent? Ah-ha, well me, of course!”

• “Oh yes, they’re nothing short of extraordinary and excel in everything they attempt. It’s absolutely magnificent.”

• “Quite the looker, aren’t they? It’s no wonder I fell so hard, they made this old withering heart beat once more.”

NOW LETS ADDRESS THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM:

What if you broke a rule? Either accidental or on purpose?

*rubs palms together deviously*

I mean it’s hell, so it’s not like you could actually die and he’d permanently lose you, but I could see him considering killing, traumatizing and horrifying you to make a point for when you came back. If you broke the rule on purpose or left the hotel without a damn good reason or asking him, I definitely think he’d ponder on it.

But I honestly don’t know if he’d be able to go that far if he’s to the point that he’s fallen for you.

I definitely think he’d be the kind to chain you away for a bit and ignore you for a while after really scaring you though, having only come in when you cry out for him or need to be attended.

He’d be condescending and emotionally manipulating for sure.

• “Well dear, we wouldn’t be in this predicament if you would have just listened and been good, hm?”

• “No no, you can’t come downstairs. I told you this time out is for two weeks. It’s been only two days darling.”

•“Now that’s not the way one of such class as ourselves behave. Shush your crying, my sweet.”

He wouldn’t tolerate a darling openly defying him, he’d put you over his knee and bruise your behind so quick and wouldn’t think twice.

And getting off punishments easy? Nah.

Good behavior or not, you’re gonna be going through the whole thing every single time. He won’t let you have even an ounce of wiggle room on that.

Your bottom stings after only thirty spanks? He isn’t stopping. He said 50 and he meant it, so buckle up buttercup, this is gonna be a long ride.

You don’t want to finish your plate? Well that’s a nice opinion, quite cute! .. but he doesn’t recall asking you what you wanted, so eat up ~

You aren’t tired? Well, allow him the pleasure of wearing you out and soothing you to slumber.

I think he’d allow the darling to cling to him though, that’s the kind of yandere I see him as. He’d maybe mock you a little at first and seem patronizing but all in all, he finds the need to touch him endearing and he does become fond of it.

I think he’d make you dependent on it, really. He’d always encourage you to cuddle up to him, always making sure you sit or stand directly next to him and that’s he’s always got his arm around you or you hanging onto his own.

He’d be tolerant of your crying. I think he’d find you cute while in distress, so that would be his favorite time to hold you tight. He’d caress your tearstreaks and kiss away the droplets.

•“Sweet sugar plum, you’ve been so emotional lately.”

• “Pretty crybaby, what can I do to make you feel better? Come now, there must be something your husband can whip up for you.”

“Oh, my poor, darling y/n..” he’d tsk, stroking the side of your face and nuzzling noses, “don’t cry, hush now, it’s alright, your faithful and devoted protector is here.”

#yandere #yandere!Alastor #Hazbin Hotel improper headcannons #my brainrot #the radio demon #yandere alastor x reader #I’m tired #gender neutral reader #unhealthy relationships #I do not condone this behavior IRL #Hazbin hotel #Alastor #trigger warning

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jmdbjk · 18 days

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Wow.

I can't leave to enjoy a few days vacation without the world falling apart?

Hybe vs. Min HeeJin. Not on anyone's bingo card this year. I have not caught up on everything but who tipped off Hybe about her dastardly plans? The timing of it all... and her little extemporaneous skit she did for a press conference was perhaps part of her plan to turn public opinion in her favor? She claims to have invented kpop or at least made it what it is today but out the other side of her mouth says she hates idol culture?

Hybe's not here to play, they will not be nice. I see no benefit to her for showing us the not so pretty side of the idol industry. Maybe that's her problem, she can't see what she's doing because she's too far into it. Thirty years in the business will make you lose your objectivity. She has no idea she is coming across as a greedy, spoiled, entitled, manipulative, narcissistic, emotional female in a male dominated industry. Basically a nut case.

The lady had a tremendous opportunity to perhaps take ownership of her company in due time, become a great example for female leadership in a country where corporate culture is steeped in chaebolism. Instead she squandered that and thinks she will come out on top. Did she miss the Hybe vs. SM Entertainment episode from last year?

Anyway.

RM's new album! RPWP!

The Monochrome pop up store is doing well!

Jin will be back after 6 Fridays!

In other news. I went to Las Vegas. This is what I saw:

The Bellagio Fountains. They're huge. The Bellagio is SWANK. I looked for Jimin in Dior and Tiffany, Hobi in the Louis Vuitton store, Namjoon in the Bottega Veneta store, but none of them were in there. There was no Calvin Klein store.

When Hobi, JK and Tae were there watching the fountains dance to Dynamite, they were standing here:

Passed by Allegiant Stadium a few times. It's huge.

Drove out to Seven Magic Mountains. I am happy to report the lowest boulders had no writing or graffiti. They were amazingly huge as you can see.

Joon's pic of the above rocks:

Went to AREA 15 and it was HUGE and amazing! It's impossible to show everything that its about, there are multiple buildings and installations and activities, gift shops, bars, etc. We went into the Omega Mart (mega art) experience which led to a maze of fantastically created chambers, each different from the last one, all pulsing with animated lights, texture walls, ceilings and floors.

And ate at Hobak Korean BBQ. We couldn't find out which tables the members of BTS sat at but I got a pic of the Butter album they all signed. There were other autographs from other famous Korean celebs but the BTS signatures were displayed in a more prominent place on the wall.

We also scoped out The Sphere. Also HUGE. The concert space is arena sized. I don't know who was playing there that night but the parking lot was filling up.

We also walked the Strip.

The Fremont Street Experience. That's an animated video screen overhead with ziplines running through the length of it. It's two blocks of casinos, restaurants and gift shops. People are also doing busking and shows at street level.

Hoover Dam, view of the dam from the highway bridge and view of the highway bridge from the dam. Spent a few minutes on the Arizona side.

Hiked in the desert. Saw cactus and wildlife. Drank a lot of water.

Drove to the Mojave Desert Preserve in California just to say we did.

We hated leaving. It was a fun trip. But damn, I have so much stuff to catch up on now. Hiatus my ass.

If Vegas is on the BTS comeback tour I promise I will be there this time.

We gambled at the airport on our way out. The slot machines were next to our gate. And in the baggage claim area. But as you can see, its not just about gambling there.

In case you didn't get it, everything in Vegas is HUUUGGE and FARRRR. Walk a lot, spend a lot of money.

Overall, Las Vegas was clean, the people were extremely friendly and welcoming of course, they might be teaching hospitality as a school subject there, I don't know.

#what happens in vegas stays in vegas #until i post all my pics here #so regretful that i didnt go to ptd in vegas #we also unknowingly drove past the millenium dance center #where bts rehearsed while in las vegas

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itgetzweird08 · 3 months

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Stuck.

Katsuki Bakugo x Gender Neutral!Reader Angst Hcs

A fic based on July by Noah Cyrus (I am so NOT sorry for this :)

Warnings: Nothing major, just mentions of drinking, implied cheating, and heavy language. Also general angst

A/N: I know a lot of y'all want the next part of Endevour's Secret Daughter and The Spark That Lit His Fuse. I'm working on it I swear, just got a little writer's block. But I promise I'll get it done soon! For now, enjoy this sob fest :))

I've been holding my breath

I've been counting to ten

Over something you said

The stress of growing as a hero was heavy, of course, you knew, but recently Bakugo seemed to be taking it out on you. When there was a bad mission, he would come home with a hard slam of the door, sparing you nothing but a hard glare. He would push you off and away when you would offer comfort, and when you tried to suggest he take a breath, he raised his voice to you.

“Can you get fuckin lost? Hell, I wish you would stop being so fucking annoying!”

I've been holding back tears

While you're throwing back beers

I'm alone in bed

This wasn’t a once-off either, as now it seemed like he would snap every time you would look at him. You felt like you had to hold your breath every time you were around him. But now, it seemed like everything was only getting worse. At least for a while, he would still come home, but now there were nights where you laid in the cold bed alone for hours until he would come back smelling like sweat and beer... and perfume.

You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same

You knew you could leave, you knew you should. But fuck- something in you just couldn’t handle the thought of losing him. You had been together for so long, you liked the consistency of your relationship. And you didn’t want to feel as if you were giving up. You never gave up. To you, this was all just a hard challenge that you would overcome eventually. This hard roadblock would pass…wouldn’t it?

So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

If he told you to leave, you would. But you wouldn’t be able to just give up on your own, not while you still felt some semblance of hope that your relationship could survive this.

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

You wouldn’t be mad if he did decide to leave. Maybe he was right, maybe you weren’t cut out to be the partner of the number two hero. You were quirkless, and went to school for art. You knew nothing about having a special ability or hero work for that matter. Maybe he needed someone who did understand.

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay

“What the hell do you know? You’re quirkless, you’re nothing. You’ll never be able to understand what I’m going through.”

Feels like a lifetime

Just trying to get by while we're dying inside

Six months…you’ve been stuck like this with Bakugo for six months. Nothing has gotten better. The small spark of hope you had for the relationship was slowly fizzling out. Now every bit of this relationship felt like torture. And yet you didn’t go anywhere.

I've done a lot of things wrong

Loving you being one

But I can't move on

You knew there were probably plenty of people in this world for you. But none of them were Katsuki. Maybe falling for him was a mistake. Everyone had warned you whenever news got out that you were dating him. Even his own friends, while teasing, dropped subtle hints.

‘I’m surprised anyone could stand him’

‘I can’t believe he found someone he’s considered worthy’

‘Thanks for putting up with him, I know he can be..a lot’

No matter what they said, you didn’t listen. You could never regret loving Katsuki.

So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

“You’re too much of a distraction. You’re only holding me back.”

“What are you saying, Kats?”

“...I’m done, Y/N. I need to focus on being number one, not on being your boyfriend.”

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

‘Dynamite and Uravity, Japan’s new IT Couple’

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay

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illusioncanthurtme--art · 1 year

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Drew this last night while chatting with my cuz. I haven’t done any digital painting-ey stuff in a long time, this was a nice change of pace.

I’ve actually been struggling with drawing lately. It’s weird, I don’t want to call it art block, but it happens sometimes where I’ll have all these ideas that I’m psyched about drawing. And I don’t know if I’m giving it too much weight in my brain, and the excitement gets warped into intimidation or something, but I’m struggling to draw for fun lately. It’s like I forgot what it feels like to draw something just because I want to. I have commissions to do and I think I’m ok with those, maybe because I know i have to do them.

BUT it will pass eventually. I like to think that my drawing abilities/motivation is going through some sort of molting or cocoon when this happens, and that when it’s over I’ll be better than before. Somehow.

So while I was talking with my cousin I asked for a request, and he suggested totk link. Haven’t actually played that game yet! I’ve been into mario lately so I used a gift card on my birthday to get mario kart for switch. I’ve been playing the shit out of that, but I WILL play this eventully. It’s about time I sat and played a new zelda.

Anyway, this has been journal rant time with veronica, I hope you enjoyed

#totk #link #zelda #zelda totk #tears of the kingdom #my art #digital art

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nobody-for-sure · 2 years

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Language Barrier

If you didn’t pay attention to the interludes, they’re going to start tying in now. Also, if you have yet to read the story’s important notes (I don’t know why you wouldn’t have, since I’ve already asked on a previous chapter as well as the masterlist), it’s never too late to correct a mistake. It’s been semi-updated recently as well, so another quick reread/skim is never a bad idea.

Chapter 14

(~3.2k words, see chapter list here)

You didn't expect this.

Maybe you should have. But by all accounts, your life has always been... pretty average. Things happened. People came and went. You were there, but not really. Sometimes, you seemed to be an outside observer of your own life, just watching things happen with no control over them. Sometimes, nothing felt right. You were the sort of person who wouldn't mind getting isekai'd, because you didn't have a ton of attachments to your world... at least, that's what you always told yourself.

So then why are you crying?

You lift a hand to your tear-stained cheek as your companions snooze away nearby. The sky is getting lighter, but the sun has not yet broken over the horizon as you rise from your borrowed sleeping bag and take a few steps away from the camp. You take a seat on the riverbank, watching the water lap gently against the shore.

There's no 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's about it: you're homesick.

You had a dream again. Like before, you can't remember all of it, but you cling to fragments, trying to piece them together.

You were back home again... though the word 'home' feels funny on your tongue, as if it's not quite right. You remember a bunch of people: friends and loved ones of yours. You can't recall if they were gathered for a specific event or purpose, or if they were just all there by coincidence because that's how dreams work. Nor can you recollect what anyone said to you, which leaves you the most ill at ease, because you have a feeling it was something important.

Even Autumn was there. You don't know what Autumn looks like in real life, but your dream had assigned them a random figure, and you knew instinctively who they were. Who else could it be? They gave you a sad smile from across the room as the others were talking, and it haunts you. Why are you sad, my friend? Why am I?

Answers. Liyue will have answers. It has to.

Your first encounter with slimes happens around mid-morning. You haven't quite reached the Stone Gate outpost when you pass a rich vein of Cor Lapis, and out pop several small geo slimes.

They're cute, just as you expected. Not quite as cute as the official art made them out to be, but very small and squishy. Very... squeezable.

You want to hug one.

Luck must be on your side, because the slimes start bouncing directly toward you. Your companions ready their weapons, and Noelle moves to shield you. She succeeds in blocking most of them, but one of them slips past her and bumps against your leg.

"Ouch!" It wasn't a hard bump by any means, but even without the thick armor of a larger geo slime, the little rock-horns on its head are sharp enough to scrape your leg. The slime seems a little surprised as well, and nudges against your leg more gently. Aw... that's kind of sweet.

"Xaue kigxm, kxg aue egqu?!" Amber exclaims frantically.

You imagine she's concerned for your welfare, so you wave your hand dismissively. A little scratch is far from what it takes to do you in; but your companions are here to take their escort mission seriously. Fischl twirls her bow with dramatic flair and gestures to Oz. "Ujrgbfu, rxalta enz ymtoc jtg kmtarv kyknz yjtkol uzto rgtxkzk yyktqxgj!"

"Es ymtoc kxg ejgkxrg jkrxalta, toks tokragxl," he responds, swooping up next to Noelle as the outrider and the princess take aim from a short distance. Meanwhile, Bennett rushes over to you, preparing to defend you from the slime currently rubbing against you.

You wave your hands frantically at him. "Wait, no! I think they're friendly!"

He pauses, giving you a searching look. "You... ztuj ztgc us uz qigzzg?" he says, sounding unsure of himself. The others stop to glance at you as well. In response, you lean down to pet the slime. It's got a bit of a dusty texture, like a box that's been in the attic too long, but it's not wholly unpleasant. It's also really...

......really......?

For some reason, your mind feels hazy as you search for the right words. It's...?

You slump to the ground, causing shouts of alarm from your companions. Simultaneously, the slime puffs up, expanding to more than half the width of the walkway and gaining a rocky plate of armor. Amber and Fischl unleash a volley of arrows, and Oz starts firing off bolts of lightning. With a sweep of her claymore, Noelle bats what's left of the smaller slimes into the stream nearby and rushes back to you, inserting herself firmly between you and the still-growing slime. "Kygkrv kbgkr yonz uz ya, xaue kigxm!" Bennett also steps up, his eyes narrowed in fiery determination as his sword starts to glow with pyro.

You clutch your head, too dazed to stop them. What the fuck just happened?

With difficulty, you try to focus as your companions whack away at the giant slime. You're tired... no, not tired. You're weak, like all the strength has left your body. But how? And why? Are you such a weak god that you're so easily bested by a slime of all things?

Nope, you're pretty sure this is the clincher. No way are you a god. Goodbye, cruel world. I hardly knew you.

The fight is over almost as soon as it began. You don't know who deals the final blow (or shot). One second the slime is there, getting battered from all sides; the next, it's gone. You can feel the difference, though. It's like a change in the air. A sudden wave of energy washes over you, and the fog in your head clears abruptly as your strength returns to you.

You feel... fine. Better, in fact, if that's even possible. But your confusion doubles now that you can think clearly again. Did that slime absorb your energy somehow? Did you just absorb energy from a slime?? ...Come to think of it, the game had those elemental particle things... have you charged up your (nonexistent) elemental burst??? Can you-

"Xaue kigxm!" The collective voices of your companions snap you out of your thoughts. Now that the danger has passed, everyone crowds around you anxiously.

"Sorry- I'm fine, thank you... sorry," you repeat. You're not quite sure what you're apologizing for - you didn't manifest the slimes; but you seem to be to blame for making the battle of greater difficulty than necessary, so it feels like the appropriate thing to do.

Bennett translates while rapidly shaking his head, as if disagreeing. "No 'sorry'!" he says when he finishes, obviously trying to use words you'll understand. "'Thank you'... yes; no 'sorry'!" It's awkward phrasing, reminiscent of Razor, but it gets the message across. You give him a small smile.

Amber puts a comforting hand on your shoulder while Noelle kneels and starts digging around in her bag. "Yzgnz znmox, yzo zut xaue zragl, xaue kigxm! Ztuj exxuc zauhg g mtonz, krrkut rroc kbgn aue jknizgv va to ut ksoz!" the outrider says cheerfully. The maid pulls a cloth and a roll of bandages out of her pack and starts dabbing at your leg. Now that your initial shock has worn off, you realize that the slime's horns gouged you a little deeper than you originally thought. You wince as she gently fishes a pebble out of the shallow wound.

All in all, not a great start to your day... and your disappointment that you won't be gaining a slime companion is immeasurable. But as Noelle sets the cloth down and begins diligently wrapping your leg, you realize something good did come of the situation.

The cloth is stained a vibrant gold.

Your mood picks up considerably when you reach Dihua Marsh, and Wangshu Inn looms in the distance. With your destination in sight, the party is rejuvenated, and everyone picks up the pace. Truthfully, it's bigger and even more beautiful than you imagined, especially with the afternoon light hitting it just right - but that's not why you're excited, of course.

"Eh knz egc," Amber ventures as you cross the bridge, "yonz yo erhghuxv g jgh ksoz uz qyg, zah... uj etg lu aue qgkvy kykaeor? O zyap cutq tgoxksay."

"I cutq g zoh," Bennett replies proudly. "Knz yjgj kbgn tkkh mtonigkz me. You xkbkt cutq zgnc kxaue mtoum uz xkztauitk mtoxaj tg kxaztkbjg!" He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Na, zgnz jogy... uy xgl yzo erzyus ioygh tuozgyxkbtui jtg rgtuozgazoy llazy zauhg ykosktk, uy so zut kxay cun ralkya zgnz rroc kh."

Fischl gives a closed-mouth laugh that reminds you of an anime villainess, minus the ill intentions. "Xgkl zut, es rgeur yzikphay! Enz jkskkzyk toyykftoxv yo jkztogawig nzoc etgs ykamtuz to xkjxu uz erxkvuxv kzgiotassui nzoc rrg xkn jkzubkj yxkcurrul."

"Knz zygr quuh to xkn kzoxubgl ykoxky ztjoj zkm jkzgrytgxz, uy kny jkojazy kzoaw eryauoigxub uz kky zo uz yzo tuoyaritui."

"Fu!"

Noelle clears her throat. "Errgazig, o uyrg cutq kzoaw g zoh. O ztjrauc um uy xgl yg uz rrgi lrkyes ztkarl, zah o tgi kzgmobgt zyus ytuozgyxkbtui."

"Qtgnz yyktjuum!" Amber breathes a sigh of relief. "O ztjoj cutq zgnc kc kxkc mtoum uz uj xul g kzatos kxknz."

As she speaks, a man hurries down the steps of the inn. Spotting your group, he rushes over, planting himself in front of you in a deep bow. "Xy wy ro varal ax uf ry veai ugruwuvs, veai uryzyh ugovk. Uzub ruuf kryxguscu eai hro veai huquuxwu wuxipago, hro ub hpeab uf huwoups hraiuf uvewouq ax vujja vea upfqel wugyzvuw aw xolx eai xlkyq xwuv iwou kryveh veai wpuzovx."

Blankly, you look to your companions, waiting for one of them to handle it. Fischl steps forward. "Veai ixypoxyswal wy xwaq huxoyguvsso," she says, and is it your imagination, or does she sound slightly less confident than normal? "Vyulx ugovk wxsuggo ilx- veai weavuruk vujja, hro hpealw unyp ax ukpehry ry o pouq hro o wxlkyr xwuv uvajuf iulx hro vyulx ueryxuv ueryxrag vyulx rayxoryvkuvus- iurveam."

"Erkiot ktuj, toks tokragxl," Oz murmurs, and she puffs out her chest a bit, looking pleased.

"Ja uwveag, ja uwveag!" The man rises, sweeping a hand toward the building. "Vuzuxolb vyulx ugovk wuvywuh, jy xy wy rylxyb vea vubas ax uhyzavs, ub ppolw. Uwoups, bappo uq ax balw eai ax ulx vaxozupu." It would seem you're being offered a formal invitation. Fischl's gaze flickers to you, and you dip your head cautiously. She gives him a dignified nod, and Noelle waves you forward when he turns and starts walking. The others fall into step behind you.

When you get to the wooden platform, the man heads left toward the elevator. You pause. It took you forever to get the commissions to fix the stairs, so you're damn proud of them. But if no one's going to use them, what was even the point?

So be it. You'll use them, if no one else will.

You extend a finger in that direction and tip your head to your companions, indicating you want to go that way. They look at each other, shrug, and nod amicably. Everyone changes their course to see the fruits of your (aka the traveler's) labor; but as you reach the bottom step, you notice Bennett hanging back warily. "What is it?"

"Sa... ykxknz no mtorogx tu ktu kjoy," he says, licking his lips nervously. "Zo yquur jtoq lu- I zyap qtonz- zo znmos kh xkzzkh xul me uz kqgz knz xuzgbkrk yonz ksoz, gngn. Sorry." He points apologetically to himself, and then in the direction the other man disappeared. You're confused. He wants to take the elevator? Everyone else looks like they understand his request immediately, though, so you give him a nod.

Fischl falls back as well. "To zgnz kygi, enz toyykftoxv rrgny etgvsuiig aue to knz ztkbk lu... skng... tkkykxulta ykitgzysaixoi." She puts a hand on his shoulder and gives you a wave as the two of them round the corner, disappearing from sight.

Well... alright then. Their actions strike you as a bit strange without further context, but you assume they have their reasons. Even if they're just tired from walking the whole day, that's good enough for you.

You turn back around. Noelle gives you a supportive smile, and Amber gestures eagerly, already climbing the steps. The three of you set a leisurely pace, stopping to lean against the railing and admire the new view every time you round a corner. Mondstadt is no less scenic, but it’s full of rolling hills; Wangshu Inn is perfectly positioned between the flat marsh and the plains, providing a rare and spectacular view of nearly all of Liyue. Amber is enthralled by the floating Statue of the Seven in the distance, pointing and gawking in excitement. Meanwhile, Noelle seems content to simply enjoy the way the sunlight glints off the water as the first autumn leaves flutter past.

...Autumn.

You shake your head. Think about something else. Think about... think about Xiao. The thought spurs you on. Wangshu Inn might be a convenient place to spend the night, but you didn't come all this way to not see the yaksha. In fact, you'd been privately hoping to stop here for that very reason. With renewed vigor, you urge your companions onward, taking the steps two at a time in an effort to leave your less-than-pleasant thoughts behind you.

In no time at all, you reach the landing, and you round the corner without stopping, ignoring the gaping passerby and giving a wave to an unfazed Verr Goldet as you continue up to the second balcony. Your excitement grows with every step. If your friendship level theory is correct - as it seems to be - you should be able to understand Xiao better than anyone else you've encountered so far.

...In fact, being who he was, he'd probably know you were coming, wouldn't he? Do you dare to hope that he might be... waiting for you? You put on a burst of speed, stumbling up the last couple steps. And, sure enough, standing by the overlook waiting for you is-

-no one. But up on the roof-

...also no one.

In your dreams, a voice taunts in your head.

This is just not your day.

You purse your lips, reluctant to give up so quickly. There's still one option. Should I call him?

You don't get time to think about it. Amber and Noelle finish pounding up the last flight of stairs behind you, looking mildly winded from the sudden exertion. "Xaue kigxm-" Noelle starts, but doesn't get any further before Oz swoops over the balcony.

"Toks tokragxl ygn ztky ks uz sxulto aue zgnz knz xuzgbkrk yo qiazy," he says calmly. "Kny yegy, jtg o kzuaw, 'yg jkzikvdk'."

This draws a sigh from both of them. Amber brings a dismayed hand to her forehead. "Qig, kc kxkc zyap zauhg kaj xul mtonzksuy kqor yonz, ztkxkc kc? Zo kxay ztjoj kqgz mtur xul yon jgh qiar uz qioq to kitu kn jkzgxgvky suxl xoknz kigxm."

"Xuuv zzkttkh," Noelle says sympathetically. "Rro zkr knz xkvkkqtto cutq yzgnc jktkvvgn, aue kkxnz um qikni tu sknz." Amber nods and takes your hand. With some disappointment (which you do your best to hide), you allow her to guide you back down the stairs at a brisk pace, with Oz leading the way. This time, you cut straight through the inn and onto the opposite side of the landing, where the elevator and the teleport waypoint are.

Where the elevator should be, anyway.

Amber lets go of your hand and leans over the railing. "Kxg aue yeam znmoxrg?!" she shouts down.

You hear Bennett's awkward laughter as you peer over behind her, and you're alarmed by what you see. The elevator is stalled, dangling halfway between the two platforms. Even further down, the man who greeted you appears to be frantically checking over some sort of pulley system. Immediately, your eyes dart to the rigging at the top. Fortunately, nothing looks like it's about to snap... for now.

"Ztuj exxuc, yonz yo zyap xknzutg egj to knz klor lu tg xkxaztkbjg!" Bennett calls back up. He gives you both a thumbs up through the open doorway, though you notice he's otherwise pressed snuggly into a corner, looking cheerful as ever but not taking any chances. Fischl has made herself comfortable leaning against one of the walls, seeming almost bored with the whole affair. Justifiable, since you can only imagine how many times she's been through something like this. Oz glides back down to join his mistress.

"Ykrrkut mtozzkm knz xkvkkqtto," Amber responds. "So gttum qikni knz mtommox - o qtonz o kky mtonzksuy jkmmgty to kxknz." She gestures for you to stand back near the waypoint before shimmying up a post and beginning to fiddle with something out of your range of sight.

You do as she says, absently running your fingers over the waypoint as you look on uselessly. It's yet another instance where you can do nothing, and you're reminded again of just how much dead weight you are. It's beyond frustrating, and all the more so now that your golden blood has been revealed to you. What you thought would be a blessing is now seeming like a curse in disguise. Being a weak human mistaken for a god is one thing, but being a weak god? Why can't you do anything? Ugh, at least if these teleport points actually worked like they were supposed to, you wouldn't have to bother people with the mundane task of escorting you, if nothing else!

......Actually, wait a minute.

Do the waypoints work like in the game? When you cool your head a bit, you suddenly realize you haven't tried. Excluding the statue at Windrise, you haven't been this near to any until now - at least that you were paying attention to at the time.

You don't have the map, of course, but maybe you can just... think really hard about where you want to go? It's worth a shot. Best case scenario, you wind up exactly where you want to go. Worst case, it only works for the traveler (or as a game mechanic) and nothing happens. Either way, there's no harm in trying. If it works, you can just come right back and inform everyone.

You reach up to press your hand against the floating device. It's higher off the ground than it looked in the game but still easily within reach. The bluish material has an odd feel to it, one you're not quite sure how to describe. Magical, perhaps. The waypoint pulses with energy, and you feel confident it has to do something.

I want to go to Liyue Harbor, you think to yourself, trying to picture it in your mind's eye.

Nothing happens, but you're undeterred. Maybe you need to say it out loud. "Take me to Liyue Harbor," you say firmly, visualizing the overlook by the waypoint just outside the city.

...Still nothing.

You let your hand slide to the bottom in disappointment. This really isn't your day. First the ominous dreams... then I touch a slime and end up nearly fainting for some reason... and after that, I want to see Xiao, but he's not here, of course... and now all of this. What does it take for something to go my way, for once?!

And then everything goes white.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin noelle #genshin amber #genshin fischl #genshin bennett #lbbynfs

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power-handmaiden · 3 months

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what I want to (re?)gain from reading all these tinglers.

Long ass personal ramble below because this is my blog where I ramble about things now

I used to draw all the time and even longer ago I used to write and at some point I just stopped because I got hung up on whether I was "good" at these things things or whether it was a waste of my time creating such "trivial" things rather than art with "meaning" or maybe of I should be spending my time on more "useful" skills. Why write if you're just going to write gay fanfiction? But when I tried more "serious" things to "develop my skills" and also do things like proofread and edit, it just wasn't fun anymore and the hobby was dropped. Drawing lasted longer and I never dropped it so completely but I think smartphones put a damper on it. Once we all got little Google machines in our pockets I was never just out somewhere doodling freely, there was always the option to look up a reference, to draw the thing Correctly, and then time would pass where I was trying to find a picture of a ram's horns at just the right angle, and my number at the DMV would be called or whatever else I was waiting for would demand my attention and I would never even set my pencil to paper in these moments when I used to doodle.

I also felt like I could never express sexual ideas as much as I wanted to because of the "quality" of my work. Making "bad" art was one thing, everyone in the learning process does that, but sharing "bad" sexual art? Well, everyone on the internet forums I frequented was *justified* in reposting their art to mock them and linking to their online galleries for passersby to point and laugh personally, I thought at the time. How dare they be horny and express it in an appropriate adults-only space without mastering their craft first!

There's a lot holding me back. I deeply miss drawing and writing. I miss how freely I used to be able to just do them without the mental block telling me I need to run certain steps for Quality when I never did intend to do these creative things as a profession or anything?

Why is it so easy to sit down and "waste time" playing a video game or scrolling the internet, but so hard to spend the same amount of time drawing something for fun?

here's where Chuck Tingle comes in. He is someone who just DOES IT. This is the writing of someone who is not overthinking the process like I am when I become too paralyzed to create. And, I cannot stress this enough. IT'S SO GOOD. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. So much fun, joyful art has come from a process that I had convinced myself was something to be reined in and feared. The free act of creation that I'd convinced myself was nothing if I didn't learn to refine it into something "respectable". Ideas that would definitely not have passed a committee vote but make the process of reading all these stories one after another so exciting.

Even when I hit the occasional one like today that doesn't hit well anymore, it's evidence of someone who was creating from the heart, in the moment. Weirdly, they make me feel that yearning even stronger, with the knowledge that I know I'll love future stories.

I still haven't gotten there yet but I hope the love I find in these stories eventually breaks down the mental walls I've built and makes me feel free again to DRAW SOME GODDAMN LESBIAN FURRIES.

#personal

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Laid back 2: V-Day vibes

3.2k | Corey Cunningham x Reader | NSFW

You can read this as a one-shot, but it's the reader from Laid back. Some time has passed since then. Gender neutral.

Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and about the size of his gorgeous nose. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang earlier than usual, you were, um, really not expecting it.

If you want to make him whimper and beg 👀. . . It also gets fluffy AF later. 💘 Happy Valentine's Day, Corey fans! I 💗 y'all.

@ethanhoewke (💯concept) @wolvesandvampires

Beefcake Corey art by @cordelium 💞

NSFW - Sexual content

Half-assed self-beta, sorry

It's your first Valentine's Day together. Even though you know he's not that comfortable in public – for good reason – Corey would have been willing to take you anywhere you wanted. He really loves you, even if he hasn't said it. You told him you'd prefer to just do something laid back and the two of you agreed not to get each other gifts. He's coming over to your house and you'll make dinner together.

Corey is so, so sweet. You just want to squeeze him sometimes. He's so HOT though, too. Under that shy fluffy exterior, his body is unreal. He seems to only get stronger. It remains a turn-on that he's unassuming from the outside, and meanwhile you know he's a total stud. He's solid as hell - in all the right places, too.

You're lying on your bed thinking about everything you want to do to Corey when your doorbell rings earlier than you expect. You pull on your pants and button them as you jog downstairs excitedly. But it’s not Corey. It’s a stranger. There’s a van from Ben’s Hardware parked outside. You answer the door and the man asks where you’d like the delivery. You tell him he might have the wrong house because you didn’t order anything. He looks at his clipboard.

Before you get it sorted out, you hear the whir of Corey's bicycle coming to a halt. The truck was blocking your view. Corey is huffing and puffing like he was in a real hurry.

He gets off his bike and adjusts his glasses as he addresses the delivery man. “Um, on the porch, probaby, would be great,” he says and points around the side of your wraparound porch. “Just give us one sec first,” he tells the guy. Corey looks down and smiles broadly. He's obviously responsible for this delivery. You can't imagine what it is though - it's from a hardware store?

“We said we weren’t getting each other anything,” you smile and put your hands on your hips in fists. He shrugs. He seems really excited about whatever it is.

Corey parks his bike. He’s in a hurry to get inside but still stops to give you a big bear hug first. His chest heaves against you and you inhale his scent - musk, motor oil, and a hint of aftershave. Maybe a little more aftershave than usual today. Ugh, he's so cute. He pulls you inside, still catching his breath, while the delivery man goes back to the truck.

Inside, Corey puts down his backpack and kisses you hello. He tastes minty. It doesn't matter how many times you've kissed - His lips against yours give you a full-body rush. He smiles into your mouth as he kisses you again. He's even giddier than usual to see you.

You ask him how he is and he says, “uh, actually pretty thirsty, it was quite a ride.” He keeps looking toward the window. Is he trying to distract you? God, he’s adorable. It occurs to you this might be the first time he's had a real Valentine.

You go to the kitchen to grab him a chocolate milk and come back and sit on the couch with him. He thanks you. He opens the milk and chugs some. You hear the delivery man’s footsteps and Corey abruptly takes off his jacket. He knows how much you love to see his husky, muscular body emerge from a jacket. He takes off his sweater, too, leaving just a Henley. You run your hand over the bulge of his bicep and nuzzle your head into his neck then give him a peck just below his ear. He holds your hand.

You meant it when you said all you wanted was to spend time with him. You're relieved he didn't show up with a bouquet of flowers or a teddy bear, but what could he have possibly ordered from the hardware store? What's even stranger is that you got him something from the same exact store and that's not exactly a normal place to buy a Valentine. But there's no way you got each other the same thing - It wouldn't be possible.

The footsteps get louder outside and Corey tenses a little. You pull back and look toward the window innocently, curious what he might do to distract you. He takes your head in both hands, looks back and forth between your eyes, and his lips smash into yours uncharacteristically aggressively. His tongue breaches your mouth almost right away and his body pushes you down on the couch. Instant butterflies between your legs.

He tastes and feels amazing. You almost forget anyone is outside. When he finally breaks for air, you say "Corey?" and look at him in astonishment. He says "I'm just happy to see you," and a twitch against your thigh tells you it's true.

"I'm happy to see you too," you say and kiss him deeply again.

You hear more footsteps and the heavy slap of something hitting the ground. In a low, sexy voice, Corey suggests “wanna go upstairs?” You don’t hesitate at all.

You ascend the stairs in front of him and he follows close behind you. He slides his hand in between your thighs lightly, then at the top of the stairs, he slides his hand further and massages you between your legs from behind. When you turn around to face him, there’s something different in his eyes. This may have started as a diversion but he's definitely wanting you bad now. He kisses you again in the hall, while slowly walking you toward your room. The truck loudly starts and drives away, but he doesn't stop kissing you, feeling you.

Corey is so desperate for you that he doesn’t even notice the vibrator sitting on your nightstand in plain view. It's bright pink and probably about the size of his gorgeous nose, not that you've thought about that. You wish it was the same shape, too. When the doorbell rang early, you were, um, really not expecting it. The driver probably wondered why you were blushing.

On your bed, Corey latches onto your neck and lays his pelvis into yours. Oh, he's very happy to see you. You continue like this for a few minutes, and you're both just throbbing.

He isn't wearing a belt. You reach into his jeans and massage him through his briefs. He moans softly and there’s a rush of blood to your core. His massive hand comes between your legs and makes your zipper look small. He unbuttons and unzips you. You both take off your pants in a frenzy then he lays back into you again and you roll your hips against each other in rhythm. You take off his henley and he strips you down.

Oh, wow. He is SO fine. His pecs are pumped up, his arms are thick and veiny, his neck is so muscular. Your hands are all over him as you kiss and suck each other's face and neck.

After a few more minutes, it’s unbearably hot and heavy. You slip your hand inside his briefs and he moans again. God, when he moans, it just does something to you. Goosebumps prickle across your whole body and you’re dripping. You could probably come just from hearing him alone - his heavy breathing, his sighs, an occasional whimper, the way he says "fuck" when he'd about to come because he never wants it to end.

Corey reaches to your nightstand and opens the drawer. Before he reaches for a condom, he asks you if you want to do it. He does a double take at the vibrator and you see a small smirk creep onto his mouth, but he forces it away. You hesitate and for a moment because you have an idea. He looks confused and concerned. He comes back fully on the bed and cups your face with his hand.

"Sorry," he laughs. "I don't know what's gotten into me." Your hips rise to meet his and you wrap your legs around his ass, bringing your throbbing groins together again.

"I love it," you say and fluff his curls with your hand.

"Yeah?" He asks and smiles down at you as his head sways into your hand.

“Up for something new?” you ask.

“I’d do anything to make you feel good,” he breathes as his hard girth swells against you. You're aching to hear him feel good.

You take the vibrator from your nightstand. It's one of the small ones that can go in your underwear and it has a remote control but you don't have to use it.

"I was thinking about you earlier," you say saucily.

He smiles shyly and puts his glasses on the nightstand. "You don't have to say that," he says.

"Oh but I was," you say, running your free hand over his pecs. "Um, have you seen yourself? I mean surely you've felt yourself," you say as your hand trails down to his thigh then hooks around and cups an ass cheek on the way up his back.

"Do you trust me?" you ask.

"You know I do," he says. You reach down, place the vibrator in your underwear, and pick up the little remote control. You pull him back in against you, your legs wrapping around him needily. The vibrator is between you and his lower shaft. As you kiss, you turn it on the lowest setting. He jolts and gasps. He freezes for a moment, then kisses you again and his hips rock into you. He sighs and the vibration is pressed harder into you. Fuck. You want him inside you bad, but you want to see this through.

You wrap your arms around his hulking back and pull him in so his broad chest closer. His hands are all over you - slowly but firmly. He breathes so heavily. You roll your hips into him and he moans. This happens every time your bodies press into each other and it becomes rhythmic but no moan is exactly the same. Sometimes he winces with an "ahh," or mumbles "yeah" into your cheek.

He nibbles your neck, and as he switches to the other side of your neck, you lift your hips into him and his face looks almost in pain. You imagine you probably look the same - the tension in your core is unbearable. But you really want to come with him, not before him.

You reach between you and take the toy out of your underwear. You put down the remote and turn it off while you pull down his briefs and you both kick off your undies. Your bare, intimate skin meets, and even without the vibration, you both moan. You're both wet. You're both throbbing. He kisses your chest then takes a nipple in his mouth.

His chest meets yours. You hold the toy at the base of his balls and ask, "is this okay?"

He nods and you wait a second and he starts to say "yes," but he cuts himself off with a deep moan when you turn it back on. His nipples harden against you and you feel his whole body shiver. He grinds his rock-hard erection into you and you're starting to twitch. You know you won't be able to hold off much longer.

He's kissing you again when you increase the intensity and he shudders. You take it away, edging you both. He looks at you like no one has ever looked at you before. His pupils have overtaken his irises and his voice cracks as he says "God, you're hot" and you can't help but smile. He kisses you like he's hanging onto you for dear life.

You reach farther and press the vibrator harder against him, and he whimpers "oh god," panting, "don't you wanna, do you want-"

"No, we can fuck later-"

"-God, I want to fuck you so bad," he whimpers. You've never heard him say anything like wanting to "fuck you." It slipped out like he couldn't help it. It's so hot coming from him. Your core flutters with a desperate need for release. He whines your name. "I want you so bad." He's practically begging, but even his whining is low and gruff. "Please." He is begging. It hardens your nipples and your core is pinched so tight with tension.

"I want you too, baby" you say, grinding into him.

He drags his engorged member against you in just the right place and you roll your hips up into him.

You turn up the intensity and his face contorts more. He whimpers your name and nudges you, pleadingly, right at the entrance of where he wants to be. God, he feels so good.

His Hail Mary almost works, but you grab his shaft and bring it back against you where it was, massaging it with the vibrator. "Uuggh," he whines and puts his face in the crook of your neck. He sucks your neck so hard, then comes up and faces you.

As he pulls his head back to kiss you, a tear falls on your shoulder. His eyes are watery, his cheeks are hot and wet. It's so hot. You run your fingers through his curls. They're a little damp with sweat. You marvel at him as your bodies move in rhythm and vibrate together. He kisses your lips, his tongue desperately seeking yours.

"Fuck," he exhales gruffly, pinching his wet eyelashes together so tight, and that sends you.

You grab his hand tight in yours and dig your head into the pillow as you unravel. Your back arches and your stomach and hips jolt up into his. You feel him pulse against you. He groans and cries in sync with your climax, and you come even harder. His hot cum glazes your lower abdomen, and he stills himself against you. You continue to pulse against his cock as his balls empty onto you. You both come for what feels like at least a full minute before you turn it off.

He takes a few seconds to stop whimpering, while you enjoy aftershocks. You hold his head to your chest and stroke his hair. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

"That was amazing," he says, still panting. He reaches over you to grab a tissue and clean you up.

"You were so hot," you gush. "You want to fuck me that bad, huh?" You tease him. He blushes.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughs shyly, even though you're always trying to bait him into talking dirty.

"No. That was really hot," you say as he nuzzles his curly head into the hollow of your neck. Honestly, it's even hotter than it slipped out in the heat of the moment rather than you prying it out of him.

Eventually, you get hungry. You both freshen up and go downstairs to make pizza - a very laid back date, indeed. The afterglow doesn't leave either of you as you knead the homemade dough. You both get covered in flour and take a polaroid to mark the occasion. You stick it to the fridge with a magnet.

Corey presses the pizza dough out into a heart. You look at it, then look at him. He's smiling shyly, concentrating on the dough. Your fingers under his chin turn his face toward you.

"I love you," you tell him for the first time. He does a double take. His face gets serious and he swallows.

"I love you too," he says. "So much." He smiles again and you laugh not to cry.

He gives you the lushest, longest closed mouth kiss and you embrace.

He says, "Like. Sometimes, I don't know how my heart can even hold this much love. I love you so much, it's like." He sniffles. "When you say you love me too, it's like." His eyes are teary. "I don't know, like my heart is overflowing my body. It's more than I knew I could feel." You wipe tears off his cheeks and kiss him again.

He's not going to ruin the moment, but you know from prior talks that part of him still feels unworthy. You just stroke his hair.

"I feel the same," you say.

He nuzzles his head into your neck and you stroke his hair. You're facing the fridge and see the polaroid has developed. In the photo, you both have a rosy glow. There's flour in his hair and on your face. You're looking at the camera, kind of. Poorly. You're smiling wide. His eyes are on you. The way he's looking at you in that photo is. . .God, it makes you even more sure of what you're giving him for Valentine's day.

He composes himself and kisses you again.

"Ok," you say. "I have something for you."

He jokingly scoffs since you already gave him a hard time about getting something for you.

"It was only a few dollars," you smile. "And I stole the dollars, so I technically didn't cheat," you joke.

You open a drawer and hand him a small brown box.

Corey lightly shakes the box from side to side, then hesitantly opens it. Before he looks, he touches it. As soon as his fingers hit it, his eyes tell you he's shocked and overwhelmed. He tries to swallow down the emotion but it's all over his face.

He says your name and you nod. His throat bobs as he swallows again. "Are you sure?" He asks.

"100%" you say. "I really, really want you here."

When he finally looks down at the box, he laughs. The house key is a rainbow unicorn print. You were hoping it would take the edge off. He's speechless and you don't make hi. Say anything. You just kiss and hug.

"Ok," he says. "My turn." He leads you by the hand toward the foyer and picks up his backpack. He takes out a simple paper sack and opens the door. It's gotten a little chillier as the sun has begun to set. Neither of you are wearing jackets,but you're okay.

You walk around the wraparound porch together. There are several bags of soil on the porch and some biodegradable planters. He hands you the paper bag. It has seed packets of your favorite flowers. You're speechless.

"Um, we'll have to start them inside," he says.

Now you're the one welling up with tears.

"It's too cold now, but when it's time, it comes with free installation," he grins.

Your brow furrows. There's a lump in your throat. You know he hates to see you cry. You try not to. You still haven't said anything.

"Like, I'll plant them in the ground when they're ready," he explains. You understand, you're just overwhelmed.

You blink and tears fall off your eyelashes. "You gave me a garden?"

He nods excitedly, then proudly adds, "Oh, and I didn't cheat. Since I've been doing the landscaping on the weekends, I earned a bunch of points, and . . . " He trails off as you cup his face.

He looks back and forth between your eyes. "It's just a garden," he says. He kisses you on the forehead. "You gave me a home." He wraps his big arms around you and rubs your arms.

You really love this man so much. "No, you gave me one," you say. "Right here in your arms."

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Happy Valentine's Day, reader! Corey loves you! 💘

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thecuriousquest · 11 months

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Rules and Doors

Yandere Natsu x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, abusive spanking, graphic depictions of injuries, implied kidnapping, Yandere themes

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“You know you’re not allowed near the door.”

Though he isn’t yelling, you’re already crying. Your tears are a sign that you know what’s about to come. There was a chance, a singular moment where you could slip out. It was unlocked by a stroke of luck, and you tried to latch onto it.

Natsu tisks at you. You know his rules, and where he’s willing to bend a little on some of them, this isn’t one.

“What’s the matter? We haven’t even started your punishment, and you’re already crying. You wouldn’t be trying to get out of it, would you?”

Shaking your head slightly, you whisper, “No, sir.”

Your lashes are wet, and you glance up at him to try to read his expression.

He’s smiling slightly, but it’s not a reassuring smile. It’s a smile that assures you’ll be paying for what you did.

Tugging you forward, you follow behind him over to the couch. You prepare yourself for what is about to happen. Squeezing your eyes shut is the only way you can block out what’s happening until you feel a solid thigh connect with your stomach.

“I do everything I can to protect you, to love you. Do you know how it makes me feel when you pull stuff like that? It makes me feel like you don’t even love me sometimes!”

The punishment begins with him bringing flames into his hand, and then he’s spanking you fervently. It’s never any different, but you always hold out hope that he won’t burn your butt too severely. Vocalizing how much pain you’re in, you plead with him to stop.

“I’m so sorry! I’ll never go near the door again, Sir! I swear!”

Wailing into your arms, you beg for Natsu’s mercy, which he doesn’t give you.

“You’re lucky I don’t whip your bare ass. You should be grateful for everything I’ve done for you instead of trying to get my attention by breaking the rules.”

In truth, that’s not at all the reason why you were trying to escape. It’s hell for you here with this smothering and delusional love sick bastard. You couldn’t help yourself when the opportunity presented itself for a chance at a better life, maybe you could have even gone back to your old one. Now, you’re stuck here again, and what’s worse is the position you’re currently forced to endure.

“Please? I’ll do better. I just…I can’t take anymore!” Your sobs only grow heavier with each rise and fall of his flaming hand.

“Your punishment will end when I say so.” He strikes you with what feels like the heat of a thousand suns.

You’re feeling fatigued from all of the crying, and you can’t help but go limp as the punishment continues.

You have welts on your bottom. Slight burns and mild blisters. It’s his own work of art to admire. There’s red and hints of purple along the crest of your ass down to your thighs. He caresses you gently, trying to soothe your crying. The contact only revives the numb nerves and has you howling even harder.

Your chest heaves one last time as you begin to settle down. He lets you stay there for a while longer before pulling you towards him. His arms envelope you, and you can’t help but welcome the comfort after that harrowing experience, even if he is the one who captured you.

“What is the front door?” Natsu asks while looking you in the eyes, tilting your chin up so that you can look at him.

Sniffling, you say, “Off limits.”

Natsu nods. “That’s right. It’s off limits to little girls like you. It’s not safe outside right now because of all that stuff going on with Zeref. Understand?”

A single tear slides down your cheek as you nod.

“Good girl. Why don’t we get something to eat?”

You don’t have a choice in the matter as he pulls you into the kitchen. You don’t even bother looking at the door as you pass by.

#fairy tail #fairy tail natsu #natsu dragneel #yandere natsu dragneel #yandere natsu dragneel x reader #natsu dragneel x reader #natsu dragon slayer #fire dragon slayer #yandere #triggering content #triggering themes #trigger warnings

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lizzietrashkittie · 2 months

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Having art block sucks.

Here's some things I do to help myself work through it while still being creative:

● Play with a different brush/program then your used to. Just start doodling with it. See how it feels, see how it might influence how you handle certain lines in your work. Don't focus on mastering it, just play with it.

● Play with Colors. Google "Color Palletes" pick one that catches your eye and challenge yourself to draw with it. You could also set your work space into B/W mode and challenge yourself that way! Which could be good for working on values. Ultimately though, just focus on using the colors given in a way that feels most right for em. You don't have to have a fully rendered piece at the end. Just the specific colors.

● Play Dress Up. This ones for my oc artist! Take a character of yours and just draw up a new outfit for em. Use a base for their body if you need to, do whatever. Maybe try drawing them in something they wouldn't normally wear, or challenge yourself to include more little details then normal. Just dress em up.

● Play with Symmetry. I tend to mix this one with the dress up because it's easier to draw a fully body and outfit when you're not focusing so hard on each side being perfect. If your program has a Symmetry tool, click it on and go to town. When it's too overwhelming to draw a full face/body..draw half!

● Try a different Medium. If you normally do digital, try traditional. Or buy some cheap paints and try that. Maybe dabble in animation or clay! Sometimes your brain gets tired of doing the same old same old. So do something different for a bit to give it a small recharge. Even if it's something you've never done before. Or something you're not as good at. Any act of creation is valuable in your journey. You learn regaurdless.

● Play with a Story. Get a friend, doodle a little creature, and then pass them the canvas and ask them to give the creature a gift. After that, expand. What if you have this creature a hat? Perhaps it's at a party and needs a friend. Maybe a jealous ex appears?? Go back and forth and keep doodling on more and more of the story. Have fun with it.

● Remember, It's okay to be imperfect. Alot of artist will hammer it into you that you shouldn't have any mistakes in your work. And often times this leads to unsatisfaction, which contributes to art block. It's important to sometimes just create for the sake of creation. Let yourself doodle imperfect shapes. Let a few eyes look kinda wonky. Allow yourself and your art to not be perfect. You don't have to focus on every little detail all of the time. Breath. And just let the lines happen.

Lastly, remember that struggling with this doesn't make you less of an artist. And there will be times where the best option for you IS to step away and take a break from art all together. Again, your brain gets tired. That's not a fault in you and it doesn't make you less of an artist. Treating yourself and your creative journey with compassion is important. You're a person. And that's okay.

#art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #small artist #original art #art advice #advice

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musicalchaos07 · 6 months

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When Robin sees them together on Monday morning, she thinks she must be hallucinating. Like maybe all the cow manure scented air of Hawkins has finally rotted her brain. Because that would be more reasonable than whatever reason NANCY WHEELER has for stopping by Jonathan's locker.

“Is that is that Nancy Wheeler with Jonathan Byers” Robin hisses, dead-stopping in the middle of the hallway.

“Yea they're supposedly together” Kate informs with a shrug.

“Together? Like together-together?” she questions.

Kate nods.

“Like together as in, Nancy Wheeler kissed Jonathan Byers?” she grills, skeptically.

“They've done more than kiss, supposedly they got busy in some motel off the interstate after Tina’s Halloween party.” she gossips

“Ew, but also where did you even hear that?”

“Tommy H. was telling anyone who would listen.” she explains.

“Then it's probably just a stupid rumor.” Robin dismisses.

“Ok then why are they blocking your locker?”

Robin glances back over and Nancy is practically skipping away with an unreasonably giddy expression for ten in the morning. She watches Jonathan shake his head but he’s got a huge, well huge for him, smile. She swears he even briefly looks to watch her walk away.

But she knows Jonathan, probably better than most. She spent the summer working with him at the Hawk and they've had lockers next to each other since freshman year. He's quiet, but kind with a clever sense of humor that he doesn't share often. He doesn't give a shit about his hair looking perfect, or how his clothes fit and he's worn the same shoes the entire time she's known him.

Long story short, Nancy Wheeler isn't his type. Honestly she was starting to think that no one was his type. Or that maybe there was a smidge of truth to those rumors about him being gay. But that might have been more wishful thinking on her part.

“They're probably just exchanging homework or something” She rationalizes, remembering that the two are in the lead for valedictorian next year.

“Besides, isn't she dating Steve Harrington?” Robin asks before Kate can rebuttal.

“Yea, well, you know what they say about Nancy Wheeler” she taunts.

“No”

“She's a slut” Kate reveals with a casual cruelty.

Robin tries to let it go. To not pay as much attention. But the harder she tries the more she fails. Nancy Wheeler is like suburbia personified. She’s got the girl next door trope down to an art. What with the pastels, the shiny hair and the goddamn trapper keeper. There’s just no way she’s swapped her perfect jock boyfriend for someone like Jonathan. Unless maybe she’s trying to piss off her dad or something. But at the risk of her own reputation? That doesn’t add up.

So yea, she’s a little too invested. By Wednesday morning, she finds herself obsessing over bagel boy, hoping to notice the slightest change in his behavior. He looks the same as ever, same stupid hair, same stupid members only jacket, same stupid bagel crumbs.

Steve's not even supposed to be in this class. But the story goes that not even top of the class, little miss perfect, Nancy could help salvage his grade last year. And rather than do summer school he opted to take the class over again before graduation.

“Nice work Buckley” he congratulates when passing her test back to her.

Robin wants to be uncharacteristically nice. She wants to tell him that if he spent less time on perfecting his hair and more time studying she's sure he could pass this time. But a funny thing happens in the translation of her thoughts to her words.

“Did Nancy Wheeler dump you for Jonathan Byers?” she blurts and he looks at her horrified.

“Uh I'm not” he pauses and Robin waits for him to tell her to fuck off and mind her own business.

“I dunno, they've been keeping to themselves lately” Steve tells her.

And for a guy who might have gotten ditched for the town weirdo he sounds incredibly sad about being left out of the loop. She briefly entertains the idea that Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington might be lonely before deciding that that's almost as impossible as Jonathan and Nancy dating.

“Tell you what, they sure look happy though” he huffs but there's no bite to his words. No lingering resentment. Just that same hint of loneliness.

Robin chalks up the whole situation as just plain fucking weird. She resolves to mind her own business. If Jonathan and Nancy want to have little rendezvous at his locker that's not her problem. As long as they don't intrude on her space, why should she care?

Except mid-morning on Friday that's exactly what they're doing. She got out of band practice a little early, the hallway is mostly empty and they’re standing right in front of her locker, hands intertwined, practically swaying. Nancy Wheeler is looking up at Jonathan Byers like he hung the moon and Jonathan Byers is looking at Nancy Wheeler like she’s more precious than any jewel.

To his credit, Steve was right, they do look happy. Not in the grotesque, over the top, peaking in high school way Jason and Chrissy look happy. But in a genuine, sweet, Nick and Nora Charles way.

“Mundy has a pop quiz today” she overhears Jonathan telling Nancy.

“So?”

“So you're honestly telling me you don't care if you miss that?” he asks.

“Jonathan in five years from now I'm not going to remember some stupid math quiz but I am going to remember a nice afternoon with my boyfriend” she contends.

Boyfriend, she definitely said boyfriend. Or maybe it really is some mass hallucination. Maybe Hawkins High has turned upside down. Because there’s simply no way in hell this is really happening.

“I'll meet you by my car” Jonathan resigns.

“I knew you'd come around” Nancy teases gleefully.

“Yea yea”

Then, Nancy plants a quick kiss on the side of his mouth before prancing away and Robin knows she’s lost her mind. Nevertheless, she needs her history book from her locker so she bravely makes her way to her locker. Laser focused on opening it, grabbing her book and getting out of there.

“Uh I’m sorry if we've um blocked you lately I'm not trying to be next door” he jokes nodding his head in the direction of Jason's locker.

“Yea no, no it's totally fine like I get you guys are super in love like lookout Hawkins High here comes the new power couple” she rambles.

Oh God, why would she say that.

“Yea, uh I guess…” he admits softly and Robin just nods, for once not sure what to say.

“Anyways I'm sorry sometimes I just get so… caught up in her that I forget other people exist you know?”

Jonathan says it casually, almost like he told her the cafeteria is serving chili instead of admitting to being so consumed by his girlfriend that it makes him blind to the world around him.

“Uh yea” she lies because she’s not about to tell Jonathan that even as much as she privately adores Tam it’s never been like that.

“Well have a nice weekend” he bids, shutting his locker and walking away. Leaving Robin with more questions than answers.

#Anyways I think this might be the first part in a new fic #but like idk I was just having THOUGHTS #i am plagued by visions #it be like that sometimes #I thought I'd share with y'all so we can be plagued together #stranger things #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my fic #st fic

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Hiii!! So I saw your art of Yona Yona and he looks so fucking cool 😍😍😍 I'm desperately curious and noisy af so I hope it's okay if I ask a couple questions?

Like he's the one who made the fake vongola rings (love how you filled that plothole (?) btw that's awesome) so is he a jewellry maker? (is that even a word? I don't have to vocab for this, just blacksmith but for jewellery?)

Also you said he's a menace to society, so I assume he's chaotic? On scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being an angel that would do no wrong and 10 being "I've blown up a city block and I would do it again" what would you rate him chaos wise?

sorry for just randomly sliding into your inbox 😂 but I couldn't help myself 👉🏼👈🏼

Omg, thank you for taking interest in my skrunkly little man!

For context: I am the CEO of (moon) Bunny x (sun) Lion Oc x Canon ships and because Xanxus is out there with his Lion/Liger box weapon, I was like: "he needs a bunny boyfriend to knock him down a few hundred pegs"

Hence, Mr Yona Yona here. I thought it'd be cute to have a Y motif/name character for the X motif character too LOL.

I am rewatching KHR with two friends and when the fake Vongola rings got brought up, I was sat there wondering WHO THE FUCK could've made perfect replicas? I was already thinking of making an OC so I had the idea of filling that plot hole.

At the moment, Yona has the mist/cloud flames attribute. Regardless, he has the ability to essentially copy and paste any solid object with his mallet/hammer. (he can't copy/paste living things though like humans and animals) It just costs a LOT of energy depending on how intricate the object is.

Eg. Duplicating money isn't much of an issue , that's mostly how he gets by. But if he tried to duplicate something like the rings or the ten year bazooka, he'd be out for a few hours / or days.

I need to brush up on my KHR flame lore (looks at shimon arc's flames and ugly cries at my memory) but I am the rabbit/moon OC maker ever so I've been trying to cook up a Moon Flame for him to possess too. Maybe it's a branch of flame of night or something idk, I really need to study the flames again HAHA

As for being a menace- He 'TRIES' to be lowkey because the mafia crowd are after him to take advantage of his ability. Cause imagine being able to perfectly duplicate deadly weapons. Yikes. But he also hates the mafia so if he is cornered and he gets the chance, yeah, he'd cause problems ON PURPOSE and make things worse for them and himself out of sheer pettiness LOL

So I think on the scale it'd be like an 8. He'd blow up a city if it means he could make the mafia that are after him groan in despair.

ALSO I should add, his backstory is that: he was involved in the same experiment Mukuro, Ken and Chikusa were in and as a result, he ended up with this copy/paste ability. They were basically using him to mass produce possession bullets until one day he just copy/pasted the master keys of the lab and made a run for it.

He's been on the run since and has BEEF with Xanxus after the whole fake vongola ring incident. He's kinda on the hit list because he's potential danger anyways but he doesn't pass up the chance to mock the Varia w

SORRY FOR THIS DUMP , I hope it's coherent . . .

#Yona Yona #KHR OC #Katekyou Hitman Reborn OC

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recently ive been having conversations about sex in games, and by having conversations i mean getting accused of being a puritan by 19 year olds any time i express a critical thought about a game that has depictions of sex in it. most recently i was bemoaning that the vast majority of games where sex is the primary focus exclusively feature characters that neither i nor any of my friends can see ourselves in. my primary complaint was that no characters in any of these games ever seem to be hairy or fat, and when trans women are present they are always of the Cis-Passing™ and/or conventionally attractive variety. i know the usefulness of both these phrases can be debated eternally but im just gonna hope people know what i mean when i say this.

after spending 30 minutes trying to convince younger trans women that i in fact enjoy sex and like to look at porn, i just wish i could see anything other than supermodels and hips too wide to fit through doorframes, i received the snarky suggestion that i should "look literally anywhere other than steam". in addition, it was suggested that my biggest problem is that i dont play visual novels, because that is apparently where most queer representation in video games can be found.

it may have been delivered in a snarky way but it was a good suggestion, the steam storefront is a fucking nightmare, i havent tried a new visual novel in a good long while, so why not try my luck. the specific suggestion i received was to go to itch.io, as that website is, according to this group of young trans women, dominated by queer creators.

now my very first observation was that the site is not, in fact, dominated by queer creators. it is dominated by skibidi toilet low poly analog horror games that look completely unappealing. but, in the interest of good faith, i wont wield that as a gotcha. instead i will just punch in the tags "LGBT" and "Dating Sim", so that i can experience the absolute wealth of body positive interactive erotic experiences that apparently flood this website.

well, page one is just not the strongest start. but yet again, lets be fair, ive been automatically directed to the "popular" games. lets sort by "most recent" instead, an unfiltered look at what comes through this site.

i dont mean to be difficult, but it appears im still largely getting buff furry men, skinny anime people, and CGI porn stars. let me go completely out of my way to try to give the benefit of the doubt, i am going to sort through games and only address games that are explicitly erotic and explicitly queer.

just for a second, let me be sincere and say that my goal here is not to point out and mock or shame individual queer creators on the merits of the representation present in their independently developed dating sims. nobody is perfect, no one creator or even team can ensure every single intersection of identity is represented in their art, this is about broader trends and the snarky response i get when i complain about those trends.

i threw in the 'erotic' tag, enduring and suffering more uses of the words "femboy", "lewd", and "futanari" than any person should ever be forced to, and i was able to find some explicitly queer games! the method i used was opening literally every single individual game page and reading through its description. yes this took a very long time and its all in service of proving a point that a lot of people wouldnt argue in the first place, but i still regularly have to deal with people who do argue it, so this is for them. enjoy blocking me on social media and discord after this i guess.

we are off to a great start, because this game actually has fat characters in it! its a bit too cutesy anime aesthetic for my taste, but thats personal preference, this is absolutely something that qualifies. maybe all i needed was 3 or 4 filters! of course that is not true because there were several generic hentai games ahead of and behind this one, but first row on the first page, im going to remain positive.

after this we immediately start hitting duds. femboy baristas, bodybuilder physiques, high poly hairless porn star physique CGI women, all of these games explicitly mention that they feature LGBT, queer, or gay relationships. now i know i said i wasnt aiming to mock individual games, but i cannot resist the urge to draw attention to "The Date on Elm Street", a game that features a yassified freddy krueger.

we march on. moe yuri girls who are allegedly adults, skinny college boys, you get the idea. i may have found one game with body diversity among the character designs but i still havent found anything that i feel i can see myself in. gonna have to buckle up and dig for a while i guess.

brief aside, i am judging these games based on scrolling through every available screenshot, teaser, and trailer uploaded to their page. it is entirely possible there could be characters i dont know about that are bangable within these titles, but if that is the case there is still the issue that all of the promotional material exclusively features hot skinny anime people.

for all this effort i walk away with one (1) game that could possibly qualify as being a queer, body diverse dating sim. there were a few dating sims meant for gay men that had a single fat character present, but when theyre lost amongst all the flawless twinks and bodybuilders i hesitate to afford credit.

however. i am leaving out a game i was directly recommended. Hardcoded.

that is not promising. its the only character depicted in screenshots aside from a one eyed cat and this person

but i have to assume that these are not the only characters in this game, so i am actually going to download and play it, seeing as it was recommended to me in relation to the topic of lack of diversity in sex focused games.

total aside here, this feature left me guessing. is the sex in this game rpg style random encounters? i have to assume that if youre not interested in men, you could simply avoid trying to fuck any of the male characters. maybe after playing for a bit this checkbox will make more sense.

im starting to suspect that most people consider the presence of a single fat person to be Body Positive. REITERATING, i am not trying to give this developer in particular a hard time and i am absolutely not encouraging anyone else to, this game is cute so far, im glad there is a game like this starring a trans character, we're just sticking to my original complaint.

im gonna save bandwidth (and my blog from the fate of a mosaic avatar) by not posting any further screenshots, there is a character with wide hips, the character with the prosthetic arm, and the hyper tits sex droid as far as any deviation from conventionally attractive skinny people goes. im just now realizing this post is formatted like a somethingawful lets play, humiliating. anyway the conclusion i came to is that when i complain about the lack of fat hairy dykes and trans people who are Visibly Trans™ in erotic video games i am indeed completely justified because even queer produced erotic video games do not seem to have these things. im right, everyone else is wrong, goodnight.

#long post #like a long ass post

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