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leeyanyanyaaan · 1 year

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About the Time and Memory Universe + Random Tidbits :)

About:

SO... this Time and Memory Universe of mine is just a self-indulgent, college, slice-of-life series that I do not plan on legitimately writing 💀

It may or may not also include time travelling and dystopian features... I'm yet to decide

Yes I know it has a lame ass name but I'm terrible at titles LMAO

It's more friendship-centred than romance, but all the characters are open-ended for ships :P

But yeah, there's no legit plotline. They're just struggling college students and a gang of friends :D it'd probably be an SMAU

They may be underdeveloped, but they are a work in progress!

PLEASE ask me questions about them (or literally any oc of mine) I'd be so happy to talk about them 😩🥺💕

The Full Cast:

Character Profiles pt 1 | pt 2

Education Majors

Cornelia Lee Anne Santos ('04) - Baby of the group, studying as an educator (unsure yet)

Joshua Jeongseok Lee ('03) - Friendly classmate, studying as an English language teacher

Angelina Mariel Bautista ('01) - Mom of the group, studying as a literature teacher

Samsul Hakim ('00) - Oldest, mentor, peacemaker, studying as a secondary teacher

Communication Majors

Jessica Jisoo Lee ('03) - Hangout planner, Big sis, studying as an advertising designer/event planner

Elijah James de la Cruz ('03) - Introvert adopter, chaos mood maker, studying as an interpreter and translator

Elena Mae de la Cruz ('03) - Keeps her brother in check, studying as a journalist

Design Majors and Others

Beatrice Abigail Mendoza ('04) - Childhood best friend, BFF, studying as a game designer

Kevin Shuchang Chen ('05) - The quiet but savage one, games 24/7, studying as a game developer

Yukiteru Sakimoto ('04) - Cafe worker, studying as an architect

Gabriel Zackary Santiago ('04) - family friend, coworker with Yuki, studying as an engineer

Supporting Characters (aka idk where to put them 🤡)

Daniel Chanyeol Yoon ('02) - Popular rich boy, studying business management

Seonghoon Kim ('03) - Tired of that guy above but his best friend, studying finance

Caleb Jayden Ramos ('04) - Childhood friends to strangers, studying construction

Vincent Nathan Steyn-Khan ('05) - Arrogant asshole classmate, studying engineering

Height Chart:

Now for some fun random stuff XD

The main gang's group chat (+Lee's contact names):

Barely Functioning Braincell Sharers™ (8)

Elijah (Eli)

Elena (Ate Ellie)

Jessica (Jessie Unnie)

Joshua (Josh)

Mariel (Ate Mari)

Samsul (Sam)

Kevin (Vin)

Lee

Headcanons

Ellie and Jessie first met being classmates since intermediate, bonding over having twin brothers. The brothers eventually meet too and the four have been pretty close ever since.

Eli met Kevin through being in a club together, and Eli being the extrovert, adopted the introvert.

Josh met Mari and Sam being in the same education course and often worked with them and they eventually joined the group.

Similarly, Josh meets Lee through the same process. Coincidentally, Lee caught Eli’s interest and he adopted the introvert too.

Eli and Ellie bicker the most and cause the most silly drama. Surprisingly, Kevin is one to start drama too. Eli tends to be the butt of the jokes. Mari and Sam are the parents of the group, and everyone babies Lee (and Kevin).

After hearing Lee call Ellie and Mari “Ate”, Jess insisted that Lee call her “Unnie” too

Lee bonds with the girl twins the most, talking about drawing, designing, writing, and music.

Karaoke, dancing, gaming, binging, and study sessions!

Kevin isn’t usually called by nickname, BUT, only Lee is allowed to call Kevin “Vin”.

Hogwarts!AU

Gryffindor

Elijah (H)

Elena (H)

Jessica (H)

Zack (H)

Caleb (S)

Hufflepuff

Joshua (G)

Mariel (R)

Samsul (R)

Beatrice (R)

Yuki (R)

Ravenclaw

Kevin (S)

Seonghoon (S)

Slytherin

Lee (R)

Daniel (G)

Nathan (G)

Podcast/SM!AU

BFBS have a podcast called “ChillPog” (Eli came up with the name, please think of something better.)

They started it during their first year of uni, when the gang got together. Lee and Kevin have become a new addition.

They all use online aliases, eg. Lee = leeyanyan

Their real names get used in the podcast most the time anyways.

Yes, they all have clips and compilations of each other from fans.

They just chill and chat, talk about anything and everything. They have game nights, karaoke sessions, study sessions and all sorts of things.

Kevin, Eli and Samsul are gamer streamers.

Jess, Mariel and Yuki are vloggers.

Ellie (often joined by Eli and Jess), Zack and Bea are cover artists.

Ellie is also a content creator, and is generally all-around.

Lee is an underground casual cover artist. She hasn't told anyone about it and doesn't plan to :)

They each all have their own fanbases, Lee’s growing after her involvement with ChillPog

They’re basically like DanPlan/Plan3

They also have a second account for when the group needs to split into two for 4-player games

Jess, Ellie and Lee are in charge of the visuals. Ellie, Eli and Kevin are in charge of editing. Everyone else helps plan and storyboard.

Zack, Yuki and Bea also occasionally appear on the podcast.

Daniel is a model, Seonghoon his assistant. He gets fawned over at campus most the time.

Caleb and Nathan are Instagram influencers

Their Usernames:

Eli (EliJ) - the chaotic butt of the jokes guy

Ellie (emmielina) - picks a fight/gets bothered by her brother the most

Jess (Jijisoo) - their lovely sun

Josh (joshualee) - voice of reason

Mariel (Mariella B.) - mom of the group

Samsul (Hakimsul) - tired dad leader of the group

Kevin (Shuunken) - savage bastard

Lee (leeyanyan) - gremlin baby

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realhankmccoy · 2 months

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dumb. Camille Paglia's gonna tell us we should learn from Ozymandias and then say this crap which preaches the opposite is art?

this is what Buddhism would call 'grasping', kids. Eminem is nothing like a monk, even if he wears a hoodie. He's far more akin to Christopher Columbus, who camille is a fan of, so no wonder she wets herself for this guy.

OOH MY LEGACY LEGACY LEGACY... bitch plz

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do I'll be right there for you Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true I'll say it all for you (for you, for you, for you)

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired? Am I a Martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? 'Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defiant often Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad So I'm non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems Thinking he can try and solve them I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk And in the front drive talking to myself Either that or inside hiding often, in the corner somewhere, quiet Trying not to be noticed 'cause I'm crying and sobbing I had a bad day at school, so I ain't talking Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker 'Cause he said that I eyeballed him

And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from All the wars that are fought Inside your world Please have faith in my words

'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, here This is my legacy, legacy, here There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? 'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling 'Cause I obsess on everything, in my mind small shit Bothers me but now my father, he said sayonara then split But I don't give a shit, I'm fine as long as There's batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me Shit look at the bright side, at least I ain't walking I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I Find in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it Headphones on, straight ahead and kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even try and put up a fight? It's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin' They're kinda giving me confidence Instead of tryna escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him Grab hold of my balls like "that's right fight's on bitch" Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on I could be iconic, and my conquest Is word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest

This is my legacy, legacy, here This is my legacy, legacy, here There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome 'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work Words like this and connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength (strength) To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em 'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you whack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit (dog shit) Now you shut up bitch, I am talking Thought I was full of horseshit and now You fucking worship the ground on which I am walking (I am walking) Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole oh and sixteen Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game bitch, I'm supplying coffins 'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You gon' die a ball licker I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can Suck a dick, the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exalting and I ain't halting 'Til I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes (exhaust fumes) The best part about me, is I am not you I'm me, and I'm the fire Marshall and this is my (this is my)

Legacy, legacy, here This is my legacy, legacy, here There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy

#eminem #camille paglia

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fbfh · 2 years

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light up the dark [VII] - leo x reader

genre: reality tv kind of drama, smut, heartwarming fluff

word count: 3.4k

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: hell fuckin yeah!!!!

warnings: reader and calypso fuckin hate each other, toxic calypso, leo has a little ptsd/anxiety from y'all arguing and you shut that shit down quick, kitchen sex, reader claims to be using leo for his body and he's cool with that but you both know you're lying, reader can pull condoms out of thin air, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, heavily implied smut at the end

summary: You finally meet Calypso, and you have to say, you're not a fan. You're especially not fond of the way she treats and talks to Leo. He helps you break the tension from your encounter with her by fucking you in the kitchen when you're supposed to be cooking. It's all fun and games until you're cold and can't sleep and really just want to be in his arms again.

listen to: bubblegum bitch - marina, take me to church - hozier, bad idea - waitress obc, the last 3 minutes of you won't do - regrettes, weak - ajr

a/n: kinda in the mood to fuck around and draw fanart of my favorite scenes for this fic and make an art gallery for it in the masterpost I'm gonna make soon so uh if you want to make some fanart of your fave scenes tag me so I can link it!!!! might fuck around and draw official art for my fics lol fr lmk if you'd want to see that cause I gotta do something with the surplus of feelings I have

as with all smexy smutty nsfw content, all characters are aged up to 18+

tag list: @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @shellosisbae@anything-forourmoony @butt-nugget-of-mine @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp

So. This is the famous Calypso.

You size each other up, assessing everything from microexpressions to posture. You determine quickly that you’re not a fan. She squints, shifting her weight, clearly trying to intimidate you. You don’t move, holding your ground. Her eyes hover on your smudged lipstick a little too long.

“Leo…” she says, turning her head but not taking her eyes off you, like she’s worried you’ll try something if she looks away, “who’s this?”

It’s a question, but her tone makes it a statement. A challenge. Her tone of voice reminds you of the way you might talk to a dog, warning them not to do something. She’s asking a straightforward question, but using it to get a specific reaction, specific information out of him. You don’t like it. At all.

Still leaning against the counter, Leo standing next to you, you place a hand on his shoulder and trace your fingertips over the collar of his shirt. Effortless and casual, but still an intentional gesture. You’re sending a message - one you know she won’t miss.

“Satan’s sugar baby,” you reply, fingers dipping below his collar for a split second, “I’m on vacation.” Your smile is too perfect, your expression too cordial. You’re fueling the fire while giving her nothing to point at.

She lets out an indignant scoff. Leo laughs, but it dies quickly as Calypso stiffly refuses to acknowledge the obvious joke.

"Uh, Calypso," he begins, introducing you, "she was just joking. Her sense of humor is-"

"Unique." Calypso says with a flare of her eyes.

"Hilarious." They say it at the same time, and he can feel his stomach twisting up in knots. He hasn't taken your hand off his shoulder, idly playing with the collar of his shirt.

You look up at his face, and your brow furrows almost imperceptibly. He seems like an entirely different person than he did two minutes ago. His shoulders and back are tense, barely relaxing when your fingertips brush lightly against them. You can't quite put it into words, but you recognize the repression of his personality, the way his eyes scan both Calypso and your faces, the fear hiding far behind his eyes slowly worming its way to the surface. He's panicking. He's bracing for impact. You want it to stop. Right fucking now.

"Leo,” she says, contemptuously, “can we talk for a minute?” It’s clear that it’s not a question. Leo looks at you for a split second, his panic at the sudden tension obvious.

“No, he can’t.” you state before she can get an answer out of him, “We’re about to start making dinner.”

“Really.” she says, disbelieving.

“Yeah.” you reply, taking a few steps forward, “Remember thirty seconds ago when you barged in unannounced, and we were all close, cozied up together?”

The passive aggression building up around her is almost palpable.

“We were planning what to make for dinner.”

She finally tears her gaze away from you, relinquishing her part in the power struggle long enough to turn to Leo.

“Then we’ll talk before you start.”

She spits the words out, her frustration getting harder to mask.

“No can do,” you state breezily, picking up the apron matching Leo’s, “I really need his help.”

She narrows her gaze at you, wanting more than anything to call your bullshit justification for keeping Leo away from her.

“What are you making?” she asks treacherously.

“It’s a surprise.” You say, a strategic casualty to your voice. You turn your back to her, holding out the strings for Leo to tie. He does, thankful to have something to do with his hands.

“If you’re so bad at cooking, maybe you shouldn’t be in the kitchen.” she spits. She’s more worked up than she’d like you to think. You feel Leo freeze behind you, waiting to see what you do. You know it’s petty, but you can’t help yourself.

“If you’re so bad at not ditching your friends, maybe you shouldn’t be traveling with them.”

You turn back to the counter, organizing ingredients and pulling out a mixing bowl. Even though you don’t see the indignant look on her face, you suppress a smile, knowing it’s there.

Before she can reply, Jason enters the kitchen with an uncomfortable looking Nico.

“Hey guys, Nico’s here!” he says cheerily, unaware of the situation he’s just walked into.

“Hi Tino, nice to see you - everyone out, we’re making dinner. Don’t interrupt us.”

You usher everyone out of the kitchen quickly, closing the door behind you.

Suddenly, it’s quiet again. It’s just you two in a nice little bubble.

“Well, that was… a shitty yet accurate first impression.” You say, acting busy with the ingredients you have out again.

Leo watches you in a state of bewilderment.

“...seriously don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.”

He has no idea how you managed to turn that situation around so fast. He approaches, turning you around to face him.

Your words evaporate as you study each other’s expressions. For another moment, it’s silent.

“...Kiss me again.”

You don’t answer right away, and he continues, face even closer. The floral smell of hair dye lingers with his cologne, a combination you never expected to be so nice.

“Kiss me again, like you did before,” he says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. You wait for a beat, wait in vain for him to come to his senses, but the desire in his eyes only grows.

You bring your hands to his cheeks, pulling him close, and before you can come to your own senses, before it clicks that this is a terrible, very bad idea, you close the distance between you.

His lips are warm and soft, moving in vigorous sync with yours. You slip your tongue past his lips and he grabs at your waist. Breathing heavy, your hand trails down his chest, then to his back, tugging at the strings of his apron and they flutter down, coming untied. He pulls you closer, leaning against the island. Open mouthed kisses getting more feverish, he starts to tug at the waistband of your pants. You know exactly where this is going. You know what a bad, awful, objectively terrible idea this is, but right here, right now, the desire to pop open the first few buttons of his shirt is insurmountably stronger than logic. His hand trails down your thigh, mouth now trailing down your neck. Your chest feels warm, and not just because of the hickeys he’s starting to leave on your decolletage. You know you’re at the point of no return.

“Hey,” you breathe, placing your hand on his jaw, guiding him to look up at you. His face is flushed, eyes electric and heavy with lust. His breathing is heavy and you’re sure yours is the same. Fighting to hold on to any shred of the prickly at best air that usually comes effortlessly to you, you realize you’re not at the point of no return - you’re past it.

Desperately clinging to your carefully constructed persona, you continue.

“We can do this, but I want you to know I’m exclusively using you for your body.”

A small part of you hopes this will snap him out of it. You don’t want either of you to end up on the other’s string of broken hearts. For once, you don’t want to ruin a friendship then run away.

He studies your expression for a moment, then bites back a smile.

“...I’m okay with that.”

He sweeps the contents of the island counter to the side, lifting you up onto the edge. You shimmy your pants down and he does the same. He kisses you again, tongue thrashing in your mouth, and his hands trail down, grabbing at your hips.

Legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers trail down to your heat. He traces enticingly around your hole, thumb rubbing gently on your clit, before slipping in a finger, then another. You bite his neck, fighting back a moan.

He pumps his fingers into you, slow and steady, until you’ve stretched enough to comfortably accommodate them. The feeling of you, wet and tight around him, and so responsive to his every move is making him throb, hard in his boxers.

You open the nearest drawer, fumbling around until you find what you’re looking for.

One very convenient skill you got from your dad is the ability to find condoms and the like whenever they’re needed. The host of this airbnb almost definitely didn’t leave a bunch of condoms tucked here and there, but you know you’ll be able to find them right when it’s convenient.

You pull his hips closer, palming him a few times before pulling him out. He lets out a faltering breath as you slide on the condom.

‘Not quite a moan, but we’re getting there,’ you think for the second time today.

He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly thrusting in, gradually getting deeper as you kiss his neck and shoulder. You bite gently and his grip tightens. You smile slightly, sucking a hickey on the spot. His breath fans over your shoulder as you settle into a good rhythm. You grab the back of his shirt, barely still on, your other hand coming up to tug at his hair.

He lets out a quiet moan, and you bite back a smile. It sounds nicer than you imagined. You want to hear more of them.

You kiss up his neck and bite his ear.

“Moan like that again,” you breathe, and his grip tightens again. He buries his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle the noises he’s making, and you bite back a moan yourself, “yeah, like that,” you coo.

“You feel so good inside me,” you mutter as he bucks his hips into yours. You continue murmuring dirty praise, everything he does bringing you closer. He pulls your hips toward his, one arm holding you tight, the other planted behind you on the counter as he leans forward, still moaning into your neck. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you let out a moan that even catches you by surprise as the angle changes. You forget what you had been about to say as you can feel the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every thrust.

Until now you’d been holding yourself back, trying to see if you could get him to cum first - which, historically, hasn't been hard at all for you. But now, you can feel yourself coming undone faster than you’d anticipated. You let out a breathy whine, clamping down around him as you climax. Your thoughts are blurry with oxytocin and all you can do is cling to him, panting. A moment later, he lets out a guttural moan and you feel him cum inside you. The head of his cock nudges against your g-spot in concentrated motions. You feel a build up, then release as you squirt around him.

You stay there for a minute, catching your breath and clinging to each other. After a minute, he pulls out, pressing soft kisses to your neck, then your cheek, then, thumb brushing your lip gently, your mouth.

He gazes at you, expression less clouded, but still just as lustful. You tear your gaze away, unable to process the intense and complicated emotions. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, your eyes land on the clock.

“Oh, shit,” you say, accepting the wet wipes he hands you to clean up, and hopping off the counter to shimmy your pants back up. You pull out your phone and dial a number.

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to order a couple pizzas…”

Leo watches you do this, hastily fixing his clothes. Right… oh fuck, you were supposed to be making dinner this whole time. You give the guy your address, thank him, and hang up.

“Fifteen minutes tops.” you state.

“Good catch,” he says, starting to put away the various unused cutting boards, bowls, and ingredients.

You let out a tsk, then start unbuttoning his shirt. He laughs, heat rising to his cheeks.

“Again, already?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.

“...Your shirt was misbuttoned.”

“Good catch.”

“Yeah, I seem to be pretty good at those.”

Satisfied with your work, you pat his chest. Placing the spice bottles back in the cabinet, you notice he still has lipstick all over his cheek and neck. You grab another wipe and place your hand on his cheek to keep him still. You dab at the smudge, and he flinches almost imperceptibly at the chill from the moisture.

By the time you’re done cleaning up the kitchen - and each other - the pizza and sides have arrived. You thank the delivery guy, an awkward looking college kid, and he scratches the back of his neck, blushing. You close the door before he can ask for your number.

Leo lets everyone know that dinner’s ready, and soon you’re gathered in the living room with all his friends. They’re introduced quickly. You go back to the kitchen for a side you forgot, and hear yet another set of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“This is what you spent so long in the kitchen for?”

There she is.

You exit, carrying in a tray of breadsticks.

“Surprise.” you state. You can feel her stare on the back of your neck. You ignore her, keeping your gaze forward as the temperature drops in the room, Leo’s friends sensing the tension. She huffs after a minute, and stomps back up the stairs, her door slamming behind her.

It’s silent for a moment.

“Who’s hungry?” you ask rhetorically, opening up pizza boxes as people start to dig in.

Later that night after dinner, you can’t sleep. You’re lying in bed, clothes strewn across the floor, freezing cold. You wonder if Leo’s room is already messy too. You can picture him opening the door, taking one look around, and making some clever joke. You stare at the door.

It stays closed.

You huff, rolling over. Jesus christ, you can’t get comfortable. And you can’t get warm. Maybe it would be warmer if… You let out a sigh. Your fingertips skim down your waist to your hips and thighs, imagining someone else’s touch.

‘He’s probably really clingy,’ you think, staring up at your ceiling, moonlight filtering through the gauzy curtains, the spotless night sky casting everything in a blue glow. If he were in here right now he’d probably insist on cuddling with you. The idea makes you laugh. Your stomach drops as you realize you’ve been thinking about Leo a lot tonight.

“I bet that would drive old Cally crazy,” you mutter. Of course you’ve been thinking about Leo a lot, because you’re not really thinking about how much you like him, you’re thinking about how much you hate Calypso. Which is a lot. You’re so sick of her and you’ve interacted for a grand total of five minutes. You interrupt your stream of consciousness, trying to redirect your thoughts anywhere else. Fuck, why are the pillows so soft? You shift again, jamming the fluff under your neck at a different angle, to no avail. You grit your teeth, eyes wandering across the blank ceiling. You notice a slightly darker color peeking out in tiny spots here and there from the bright white molding along the walls. Your eyes drift back down to the door. You lay there, uncomfortable, sick of sleeping, waiting for something to happen. Nothing does. You let out an audible groan, rolling over again.

Just down the hall, Leo’s also laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. An immovable faint smile rests on his lips, events from earlier today playing over and over in his mind like a movie he’s seen a thousand times, but can’t get sick of. He thinks back to when you first met, how intimidating you’d been, how terrifying you’d made yourself seem. He doesn’t know why everyone else is still scared of you; after a short amount of time together, it was so easy to see past that persona you put up. His fingers trace over his lips, mind once again wandering back to your touch. He lets out a soft chuckle, face warm, looking away towards the window.

He’s getting much better at understanding you, he realizes, that’s why you don’t seem so scary. He thinks you’re starting to understand him, too. This must be true, he thinks, because of how quickly you turned around that situation with Calypso in the kitchen. He doesn’t think a lot of people could have picked up on how he was feeling so quickly - unless they were paying really close attention to him or something. He bites back another smile.

His gaze floats around the room again, this time landing on the doorway. He knows right then and there that if you came into his room in the middle of the night to fool around there’s no way he’d turn you down. You could probably proposition him anywhere - including in front of two for one cookie crisp - and he’d be so, so down. You’re just so… cute. He realizes he can’t think of anyone as cute as you are. It’s so fun, and surprisingly easy to fluster you. He thinks back to the look on your face, the way you clung to him trying to catch your breath after your time in the kitchen.

He wonders if he could fluster you like that again.

He’s about to roll over and try to sleep when his door quietly creeks open, revealing you, pajama clad and wrapped in a cardigan. Once you see that he’s up, you look away quickly, avoiding his eyes. You let out a sigh, clearly seeming annoyed, but it’s obvious to him how glad you are that he’s still awake.

“Hi,” he says quietly, voice sounding strange in the resounding silence.

“...Hi.” you reply curtly.

A beat passes.

“You come here often?” he asks, that ever present layer of humor in his voice.

You let out a scoff. After a moment you reply.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Okay,” he says softly, encouraging you to continue.

“It was too cold.” You don’t know why you always end up talking so much around him, but it’s hard to stop yourself.

“Okay,” he says again, curious to see where you’re going with this.

“I couldn’t get comfortable, and I’m not even that tired,” you add in a huff. He fights back a blossoming smile.

“Okay,” he says again.

“And, I’m sick of sleeping, and- will you stop saying okay and move over?” You say, more of a statement, and toss your cardigan on the foot of the bed.

He lets out a soft chuckle and moves over, lifting up the blankets for you to crawl under. You press your face into his chest, arms around his torso, already feeling yourself start to thaw out.

“You know,” he says quietly, feigning surprise, “I didn’t take you for the cuddling type.” You don’t need to look at him to know the exact smirk on his face as he speaks.

“I told you,” you say, really glad he can’t see your face right now, “I’m cold.” It’s bullshit, you both know it, but you have to say something. He pulls you closer, gently rubbing the small of your back.

“Right,” he agrees, politely ignoring the obvious, real reason you’re here. He traces his hand up your side, to your waist, and down your hips and thigh.

“Do you…want some help warming up?”

Before he can finish, you’re already pressing kisses to the side of his neck.

“Yes,” you murmur. He grabs your waist and flips you over enthusiastically pinning you to the bed, making you giggle. It rings through the room like ripples in a pond as still as glass. He adds that to his mental list of times he’s made you laugh.

You trace your finger over his lips, gazing at him with that look he’s only seen on you a few times. After a moment that feels both too short and like eternity, you close the distance.

His lips are warm, and his hands are warm, everything about him is just so warm. He angles his head, deepening the kiss, using the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Between the way you tug up his shirt and the sudden heat from your face, he thinks he can fluster you again.

He wonders how many times he can do it in one night.

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez smut #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus x reader smut #hoo #hoo x reader #lv light up the dark

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ NOT THIS TIME ❜

with Gilberto ‘Gilly’ Lopez.

Here it is the dirty idea you voted for our big guy 💖

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 2k (lmao not sorry).

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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That tight pair of black shorts fitting perfectly your legs and pushing up your ass are driving him insane. And the crop top adjusted to your chest, showing up your abdomen doesn't help either. You aren't in the mood for a Mayan's party. It's supposed that you should be cuddling with your boyfriend on your sofa, watching a movie, drinking beer and eating popcorn. But the club had other plans in mind. And of course he could say no to them and stay with you. So there you are, walking around the main crew to reach the bar. Squatting to a box of empty bottles to leave yours there, you know that Gilly has his eyes glued on your buttocks, drawing a heart shape over your heels. While you're playing with fire, he's already burning among the flames. Standing up on your sneakers, your ass bounces slightly and his orbs follow the move enraptured by it. Swallowing the bitter drink, he cleans his lips with the back of his hand, abandoning his beer somewhere over the table to get up from his chair.

You would be lying if you say that you weren't expecting him, when you feel his fingertips roaming your forearms in an ephemeral caress up to your shoulders. Then, his calloused palms fall down slowly by your sides to surround your waist with his strong arms. Taking a last step forward, the bulge under his rough jeans, covered by the black shirt he's wearing, creates some friction against your butt. Your boyfriend doesn't give a shit if someone is looking at the two of you, slightly rubbing his hard dick forcibly to your body.

“Baby, I am so sorry”. He whispers into your ear, with his warm breathing provoking you some shivers.

You can feel the desperation in his tone of voice, sobbing against your skin when you intertwine your fingers with his. Believing that you are going to give him some chance, you just push him away from you, turning around to face him. You're pissed off. You asked the hospital for that free night, because he was off too. And this is not how you wanted to be. He can see the deception on your face, crossing both arms over your chest. But let's be sincere, you're just being tough.

“I prom—”.

“Don't”. You mumble raising up your forefinger to shut him up. “Don't you dare to make another promise you ain't going to keep, Gilly”.

“Baby, that's not fair… I should be here”. He's trying hard, walking somewhat closer.

“You should be with me”. Placing a hand on his middle chest, you stop him.

“And I a—fuck, mami! Don't punch me…”

“You fucking pendejo…”

“Let me make this up to you, c'mon”. He leans forward, catching again your body under his arms.

Sometimes you hate you're so weak for him, for his smell, for his voice. He wields a power on you that no one else could. And when you're about to fall for him again, you watch over his shoulder his brothers saying you with gestures to fuck him off. The encouragement you were needing.

“No, thanks”. You utter pushing him away, causing the laughs of the other men.

“Seriously? You have to be fucking kidding me!” Gilly turns at them, raising both arms with indignation. “I didn't even want to come to see your fucking shit-faces! That's not fucking fair, (Y/N)”.

He faces you again, pouting like a bitten dog.

“Mami, I'm fucking losing my mind”. He grunts in your ear, holding you tightly. So tightly that you can't move a single inch from your body. “These shorts are… so short. So, so short, mi amor… And, fuck, I can see your nipples getting harder under this top. I wanna put them in my mouth. Suck them. Bite them. Lick them. Taste them”.

“You don't deserve it”.

“I know… I fucking know… But you do. You deserve the pleasure only I can give you”. He bows down his head to your neck, letting his incisors mark his territory with a superficial bruise on it. Somehow, his hands have ended up on your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to lean on your tiptoes. “I will do anything you ask me to… You deserve it, (Y/N), because I'm the worst boyfriend of all”.

He is not, quite the opposite. But you like the way he's having to slightly degrade himself for not keeping his promises.

“Tell me what you want me to do”. Gilly whispers hoarsely, making you walk backwards to the hallway straight to the dorms.

“I want you to stop”. You grouse.

And he does. But not in the way you were asking him to. Your back finds the wall, and one of his knees finds your center. Scrubbing his leg against you, your boyfriend rolls up your shirt over your breasts. His fingers squeeze them together, so his mouth can welcome both nipples among his lips. As he said; he sucks them, he bites them, he licks them. He tastes your tits, tearing you some delicate and delicious moans. A sweet melody for his ears. Your boyfriend hums against your skin, making it vibrate, before sticking out his tongue to roam the gap between your breasts up to your collarbone over the black fabric, until finding your lips. His huge hands knead your skin tightly, devouring your mouth so desperate. And the last thing you can think on it's that you two could be caught for another Mayan.

“I bet your sweet pussy is so fucking wet right now… Isn't she?”

You gulp in silence, licking your lips and licking them too by the movement.

“Let me compensate you…” He mutters, rubbing his cheek against yours with gentle caresses. “Please…”

Gilly is still pressing his knee against your core, creating the kind of friction that turns you on. His lips attack again your breasts and your hard nipples, stealing you a lovely moan that accelerates his heart. But his task gets frustrated when you hear some voices coming closer, dressing up well and adopting a normal posture against the wall. Your boyfriend holds your hand to guide you to his shared dorm with Angel, coming in and locking the door.

“You know what are you going to do, Gilberto?” You ask with a honeyed voice, taking off your top over your head, to toss it to the floor.

“What?”

You can see him licking his top lip, walking dangerously towards you when you start to undone your shorts, falling down by your legs. Heel against heel you leave away your sneakers and the socks, walking backwards to his bed under the gloom of the room.

“You're just gonna watch”. You sentence, looking how his expression changes completely.

“Please, don't”. That beg makes you chuckle, as you get comfy on his mattress, sliding your wet panties down through your thighs to grab it with a hand raised. The piece of clothing falls from your fingers to the carpet. “Please, mi vida”.

“You watch, or you leave me alone”.

“Fuck…” Gilly complains, taking off his kutte to place it over Angel's bed.

Palming a side of his, your boyfriend lies down next to you, putting an arm under your neck to hold you. Finding his lips to kiss them, your right hand travels the skin of your stomach to your center. You can feel the heat that emanates from your wetness, digging two fingers into your pussy. Gilly drinks you gasp with eyes closed, slipping your hand in and out with a low pace.

“Tell me how it feels, baby…” He pleads you, leaving soft kisses all around your face.

“So good… Exactly as you love”.

“Yeah?” Mumbling, his right hand caresses your neck, trying to contain himself from replacing your fingers for his. He's having so much trouble with it.

“Yeah”. You reply, speeding up the pace, while your free hand gives to your throbbing clit the attention it deserves.

“Fuck, you're killing me…” He sobs onto your ear, sucking your weak spot under it.

You have to recognize that his hands feel better on you than yours, but that's the punishment he has earned by choosing the party over a night with you. Gilly's lips bite yours, tucking his tongue among them to softly caress the tip of yours. Little by little, the heat starts to flood your anatomy, stirring under his grips. He takes the risk of touring your skin with his mouth, giving you some tickles because of his rough beard, until reaching one of your nipples to attend the other with his free hand. You're about to fall into the edge, passing away to the orgasm, when you think he has been good enough this time.

Pulling out your fingers, you take them to his mouth. Gilly grunts pleased licking them. Your boyfriend grabs your wrist, sucking them with impetus, and his eyes glued on yours as you place a shaky leg over his.

“You taste fucking good…” He sighs cleaning up your juices and enjoying his favorite flavor.

“You like it?” You whisper, run out of air, stroking his strong chest with your free hand. He just nods. “You wanna make me com'?”

“Fuck, yes, baby… please, please”.

Gilly doesn't hesitate in begging you. He knows how much you like to tease him, as he does. And he looks really excited crawling down the bed to settle his torso between your legs, clinging his hands on your thighs as your legs get placed over his shoulders. His tongue licks your cunt completely, slowly, without any rush. Your fingertips travel the back of his head, slightly arching your back, while he starts to devour your beating pussy. Your moans soon flood the whole room, knowing that you couldn't have this much pleasure only with your fingers. Not even with another man. No one works your body as Gilly does. You know it. He knows it. The whole fucking crew knows it. And you can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Make me cum, my big boy… Only like you can do”. You whimper desperately, closing your eyes at the exact moment that he slams two fingers into your cunt.

His pace is rough, deep, fast. His lips are sucking your swollen clit as if there was no tomorrow. As if it was the last time he has the opportunity to give you pleasure. And shit. You reach the orgasm screaming out his name. You're sure that his brothers have listened to you. But you don't care at all. His mouth is clinged to your folds and he doesn't mind if your body can't handle him anymore. He continues worshiping you with his tongue drinking your sweet juices and his fingers curled inside you, pounding you. Once and again.

“Fuck…” You cry out, almost with tears in your eyes.

Rocking unconsciously your hips against his face, your thighs get rubbed by his beard, giving you dangerous shivers.

“Baby… Baby, fuck… I don't… wanna cum again”.

He suddenly stops confused, crawling over your body looking for your lips.

“Why?” He can't help but pout at you, surrounding your waist with his arms.

“Cause I want you to fuck me at home”. You brush his lips with yours, sensually, licking them. “I want you to pull my hair from behind, fucking me deep, all in four, spanking my ass…”

“That sounds good, mi niña”.

“You want it?”

He nods while pecking your lips, trying to hold on his desire for you to explode inside the intimacy of your house.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #gilly lopez imagine #gilly lopez x reader #gilly lopez

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batgurl1989 · 3 years

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A Wolf In Toussaint Chapter Three

Summary: After being summoned by the Duchess, you and Geralt head to the Palace of Beauclair with some trouble on the road.

Word Count: 2120

Warnings: spoilers for the Blood and Wine DLC

A/N: I know this is so soon after the last chapter, but I was too excited not to post it. Taglist is open, requests are open.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Taglist: @rmtndew @henrynerdfan @princesssterek @seanh-boredom @djinny-djin-djin @diegos-butt @cynic-spirit @daddys-littlewhitegirl

"Younin! Watch out!" Geralt growled a warning at you as you dodged a stream of caustic acid an Archespore shot at you. Where Igni hadn't scorched the ground, the large plant-like monsters' poison had. Geralt slashed at one of the large plants, trying to sever it's head.

You tried to stay to the edges of the battle zone, drawing on the smoldering embers for power as you kept fire shooting from one hand at the plants. You didn't have any silver weapons on you, which would have to be remedied as soon as possible. You knew Geralt was worried about you, and that was causing him to be distracted. It had only been a few days since you woke up, and this was the first time you had had to fight since the bandits on your way to Novigrad. You knew it was a risk to draw on the fire, as it was the hardest element to control, and the chaos was weakening you at an alarming rate. But right now, you didn't need to control where it went as long as you aimed wide of where Geralt was.

"It's multiplying!" You called out over the din of the fighting. Buds were springing from the ground. Though these weren't full blown monsters yet, the vibrations of the fire and the fighting were agitating them. One burst close to you, spitting acid in all directions. A droplet landed on your boot, sizzling as it ate through the leather. "Shit!"

Geralt was by your side in a flash, pulling your boot off before the acid could make it to your skin. His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, concern and something else flashing in the golden depths. You nodded that you were alright, and he was gone again. He swung his heavy silver sword deftly into the monster, his energy seeming to have jolted back to full now that you had come close to being hurt.

Turning your attention to the buds, you carefully stepped further back, out of range of any shooting poison. With your boot off, the rocky ground bit into your sole, but you couldn't think about that now. As long as you avoided the acid pools, you could handle it. Eyeing up the buds that seemed ready to burst, you unleashed a stream of fire, using all your concentration to aim true. The blooming plants burst into fire, sizzling as they wilted to the ground, their poison remaining inside and lighting up with the petals.

Your head snapped around when you heard hissing and squealing. Geralt had slashed through the bud that served as the monster's head, ending the monster's life, and stopping it from creating more buds. He carefully wiped his blade off before returning it to it's sheath alongside his steel blade.

With laser-like focus, he stormed over to you, his hungry eyes raking over your body in such a way that your breath caught in your suddenly dry throat. The tip of your tongue darted out to wet your lips, his eyes tracking the motion like a starving animal. You heard a low rumble deep in his chest, and it set all your nerves on fire, ready for him.

When he reached you, he pulled you roughly into his arms, his mouth covering yours with such force your teeth clacked against his. A long low moan escaped you as you pressed against him, desperate to get closer. The adrenaline from the battle still coursed through both your veins, and it needed an outlet. His hands spanned your back, pressing you tightly against his armour, his fingers gripping the linen shirt you wore for the road. You clutched the grooves of his armour, standing on your toes to kiss him deeper, your tongue delving into his mouth to tangle with his own.

His hands travelled lower, gripping your arse before he lifted you off the ground. Instinctively you wrapped your leather bound legs around his waist, your arms going around his neck to steady yourself. With one arm banded under your legs, his free hand dove into your hair, pulling it free of the ponytail you had tossed it into. Your red hair caught in the breeze, fluttering around both your heads in a curtain of fire, blocking out the world.

You pulled away when breathing became a necessity, resting your forehead on his. His golden eyes searched yours, but you didn't know what he was looking for. You breathed deeply his scent, the adrenaline leaving your system, and your nerves calming. This man drove you wild and seemed to centre you. It was a complete whiplash effect, and had your head spinning, but you wouldn't give it up for anything.

"I suppose we should find the horses?" You whispered, not wanting to destroy the mood of your little world. Geralt chuckled softly, before kissing you all too briefly one last time. Slowly, he let you slide down his body until you were on solid ground again. As your foot hit the rocky ground, you remembered you only had one boot on. "I don't suppose you packed extra boots in my size?"

"Sorry, it was a vast oversight on my part." Geralt shook his head, going to retrieve your boot. He examined it quickly to make sure there was no acidic poison left on it, and to make sure the hole hadn't ruined the integrity of the boot. "You should be able to wear it until we get to the city. I promise to buy you a new pair."

"You don't have to do that. I can buy my own." You blushed as you sat on a nearby log to pull your boot back on. The hole wasn't any larger than the size of your pinky nail, and as long as it didn't rain, you would make it to the city. "Could we also stop by a blacksmith, and see about getting me a silver sword or at least a dagger?"

"Of course." Geralt nodded, offering you a hand to help you up once your boot was laced again. You took his rough hand, but didn't let go once you were vertical. He raised his eyebrows at you, but a small smile played at his lips, and his grip tightened around your fingers. "But first, horses."

It didn't take you long to find the horses. They had run off at the first sound of trouble, but these were Toussaint horses, and were used to being ridden into battle, so they hadn't gone far. They were munching grass as though bored, which you couldn't help but laugh at.

"Dandelion is bringing Roach and Marabelle when he comes down. He sent a letter while you were sleeping." Geralt explained once you were back on the road to the Palace of Beauclair.

"So the King let him go?" You were surprised that you hadn't been worried about it until now. Sure you had been busy being captured and then healing and regaining your strength, but your friend's well-being should have come to mind before now. You mentally kicked yourself for being so selfish. "Do we know yet what went wrong?"

"From what Yen could figure out from her sources, the King of Beggars is either working for someone who wants you and he was delivering you to him, or he was trying to get you away from the person who wants you." Geralt fought hard but ultimately failed to keep the edge off his tone. You weren't the only one jealous of an ex. "One day, you will have to tell me what he means to you."

"If that's what you really want." You had nothing to hide, and if Geralt needed to know for his own peace of mind, you wouldn't keep that from him.

"I'm not sure that it is." Geralt grumbled, adjusting the reins in his hands. "But it might be something that can give us a clue as to what just went down."

"Perhaps when we get back from the Palace, we will have time." You nodded. You knew how hard it was to ask about an ex, and if Geralt wasn't sure he was ready yet, you weren't going to push it. The King meant literally nothing to you other than as a friend, but you weren't sure Geralt would believe that without hearing the rest of it. "So is there anything I need to know about the Duchess?"

"Other than she likes things done her way and quickly, not really." Geralt shrugged. To him, the Duchess was no different than any other client, other than she had the army to back up her demands while farmers and villagers barely had the coin to get his services in the first place. "She can run a little hot and cold, but that depends on how grave the job is. If there is no job, she is actually quite pleasant to be around."

"Oh?" You raised your eyebrow at the Witcher, your voice dripping with unimpressed sarcasm. Knowing him and his past, there was only one conclusion that jumped out at you after what he said.

"Not like that, I swear." Geralt laughed deeply, warmly, in a way you rarely ever heard. Then his face grew serious. "Her sister, however..."

"You're joking! You have to be!" You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he slept with the Duchess's sister. You were pretty sure she was dead, but didn't know if Geralt had a hand in that or not. "Are you joking?"

"I don't kiss and tell." Geralt winked at you but remained silent. Frowning you tried to think of a way to get him to talk, but knew that once he set his mind to it, there wasn't much you could do to change it.

"Fine. Keep your secrets." You mock pouted, turning back to the road ahead. The palace and the sprawling city across the river from it had come into view, and it took your breath away with its beauty.

"Like nothing up North, isn't it?" Geralt commented, watching you take in the fairytale-esque scene in front of you. The towering palace with its spires and arching bridges. Tall trees and rooftop gardens painted the scene with every shade of green. The lake shone like a fiery sapphire as the sunlight reflected on its smooth surface.

"Definitely not." You couldn't tear your eyes from it as you continued to ride towards it. You didn't remember making the decision to kick your horse into a gallop, but sound the wind was whipping through your loose hair, pulling it behind you as you raced toward the city. Geralt kept pace with you, smiling as the joy inside you bubbled into laughter at the freedom you felt in that moment.

At the city gates, you slowed your horses. Unlike in Novigrad, the guards at the gate were mostly there to keep the peace. No one was checking papers, or questioning anyone about whether they were magical or not. Everyone was free to roam in and out of the city as they wished. The atmosphere was completely different than what you were used to, and you felt almost giddy about it.

As you rode through town, your head was constantly swiveling to take in the sights and sounds of the lively city. Artists advertised their skills and their work outside brightly lit shops. Bakers were rushing to keep up with the demand for their pastries. Florists boasted about the colours of their most recent blooms, ready to steal the hearts of those who received them. Fresh fish was brought in from the river, the catch of the day being shouted to draw in more customers. There were few street walkers and even fewer homeless people. The cobble streets were wide and clean, nothing like what you were used to in Velen.

Geralt watched you with an amused look, indulging you when you wanted to stop to watch a street performer either sing or dance. He handed you coins to give to them when the performance was finished as you clapped loudly. Your heart sang out in happiness that he was showing you this part of his world and his life. You could see yourself easily settling in at Corvo Bianco, making wine, traveling to the city when you wanted to take in some art and culture. You found yourself wondering if Geralt would ever retire from the Path, and settle down here for good. But you shooed that dark cloud away before it could rain on the brightness of your day. You didn't know what the Duchess wanted, and that was as much darkness as you wanted right now.

#geralt x reader #geralt x ofc #geralt of rivia fanfic #geralt fanfic #witcher fanfic #witcher fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction

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nicomacheannothing · 3 years

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10-7-2021

This is going to sound totally weird, but I've been loving the weather lately. I say it's weird because it's actually been really gloomy and drizzly. In the summer, this kind of weather bums me out, but autumn is a different story. It's been unusually warm here, so I can just wander around the neighborhood without bundling up and just observe the grey haze as it floats over the fallen leaves. It's such a distinctive mood and I love it. It was still pretty dark out when I went for a walk this morning. I love seeing houses at dark times of day with one or two windows illuminated. There's just something so evocative about a single window emanating warm light. It's comforting and mysterious at the same time. Here's one of my favorite snaps from this morning's walk:

I also have to post this pic of my little Halloween lawn setup:

My parents never decorate for Halloween, but I really wanted to do SOMETHING this year. Like, why not? I created a little mock cemetery and put up some lights and garlands inside. This was last Friday while my parents were both at work. When my dad came home, he seemed so happy and amused at the decor. Seriously, my parents never decorate or get into the holidays, but they should! They clearly enjoy having things change every once in a while :p I swear, if I was just able to work 4 days a week instead of 5, I would get so much more done around the house. :p The fact that I was able to clean my room, do a little bit of photo editing for work AND put up Halloween decorations proves it. I might try to do that again tomorrow; 4-ish hours of work from home, then take care of other things. My boss won't be in the office cause his brother will be in town. Sometimes I like being in the office by myself too, though. We'll see what happens. Last Saturday, I shot photos at the Women's March in my city. I'm eager to edit and post them, but I've been a Good Child and focused on my actual work this week 😇 I will say that I LOVE my photo gear right now. I've got my Canon R6 and two main lenses: an EF 16-35 f/2.8 L and the EF 70-200 f/2.8 L. For the non-photographers out there, that's a very wide zoom and a rather long zoom. Both are capable of taking in a lot of light while also getting the background nice and blurry. I never expected to be using zooms primarily; I've been wedded to primes for most of my career. These are really nice zooms, though. Their versatility has saved my butt on more than one occasion. I still use one prime: my RF 50mm. That's a nice little lens too. It fills in the space between the focal lengths of my other two lenses. Even then though, I don't need to use it very often. My favorite lens on my old cropped sensor camera was about a 35mm equivalent, so the long end of my wide usually does the trick for me. Haha, I'm not sure why I feel the need to geek out about photography right now. Point is, the Women's March was the first event that I shot just for fun with my current kit and it was a blast to shoot. I'm still working on getting inspired to draw more. I did a bit of study over the weekend and yesterday. There are some things that I want to convey that I just can't via photography. At least not easily. Like my own original stories and characters, for instance. Maybe someday I can find models and/or friends who would be willing to play my characters on camera, but I doubt that will happen anytime soon. Until then, I have a pencil and Procreate and I'm going to learn to use them! Determination!

#personal #personalblog #blog

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Ojiro x Black reader

Sub/Dom dynamics.

Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"

But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi

I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈

"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"

It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course.

"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."

You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!"

You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!"

You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.

A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price.

(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)

Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE

You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.

You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.

You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction.

When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!"

That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence."

In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction.

*Thump*

You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"

*Thump*

The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.

His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.

*Thump*

That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n."

A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'

Click

You stop in your tracks as you hear movement behind you.

'he got in didn't he'

'why did I give him the key?'

You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck.

"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.

Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"

Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"

Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"

Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."

He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.

"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.

"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me."

Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.

"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."

Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."

You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."

You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.

You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.

Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.

You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.

Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.

"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.

As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.

Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!"

Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before.

Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.

He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji."

The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in. Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.

Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit.

You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.

"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours.

You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.

Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."

You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.

You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.

"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum."

You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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Congrats on 2k!! I really love your work <33

I'd like to request a match up for both Haikyuu and AOT please?

I'm a short (4'11) girl, with medium length hair that is discolored in some parts, which I dye recently to pink and will keep switching in future. I have a thin body and pale skin, as well as big, pitch black eyes. People usually praise my appearance a lot, most hair and eyes (but I don't swallow anything lol).

For personality, I'm a reserved person that prefers stay indoors most of the time, but I like to go out if that means I'm rollerblading or spending time with friends. I'm a pretty touchy person when I'm with people I like, so yeah, my love language is physical touch and quality time... But I'm horrible to express what I'm feeling with words lol. I'd say I'm pretty easy to tease since I'm ""shy"" and get red cheeks really easily. I can get pretty outgoing and talkative when I'm more comfortable with the people I'm around, but otherwise I'm pretty quiet. My mood switches a lot, especially when I listen something I don't like, but it only bothers me for a day if I'm feeling quite sensitive on the moment; otherwise I take stuff pretty sarcastically and I like to mess around with close friends. If they mess around back = eternal friendship. I'd say I'm not the sensitive type and rarely takes things too personally, but I have strong boundaries, so personal space is really important to me.

My hobbies usually are drawing, reading, researching (yep, researching about the stuff I find interesting), watching anime/documentaries, rollerblading and sometimes debating. I like deep talks with people tho, or cuddles!! They are heaven.

I guess I'll stop here or else I'll keep writing forever lol, I hope it's not too long <3

Thank you babes! Thank you for the support <3 💙

AOT SHIP . . .

Between your reading, research, and debating, I totally ship you with Armin! You and Armin probably loveee having conversations about the most random things and he loves having someone to have deep talks with!!

Headcanons . . .

Like you, Armin prefers to stay indoors so you guys would totally have a movie/documentary night! I feel like Armin would talk like the whole way through and you’d have to shuh him cause you won’t be able to hear anything lol

Armin will get sooo flustered whenever you touch him, it’s so adorable. No matter how long you guys have known each other his cheeks will always go pink at any affection

Rollerblading 👏🏽 with 👏🏽 Armin 👏🏽 is a disaster. This man cannot stand up straight or skate for the life of him. He falls down sm do not take him in public bc he will be sooo embarrassed

Armin is pretty good at reading people, so it’s no problem you have trouble expressing yourself. He’s so sweet and attentive that overtime he just learns to read the little things you do

HAIKYUU SHIP . . .

Miya Atsumu. Hear me out though! Opposites totally attract in this scenario! He lovesss how reserved you are and will try to bring you out of your shell. Teases you so often just to make you blush, mostly about your height bc he’s a tall baby

Headcanons . . .

Cuddles cuddles CUDDLES! This boy absolutely loves being close to you! If you even try to leave his arms he’ll use his height to an advance and trap you mwahahaha

Atsumu also loves messing around and joking with you, so it’s good you have thick skin and boundaries. The banter between you two would be endless, always teasingly going back and forth

I can totally see Atsumu loving to randomly pinch your cheeks, and he’s super intent on focusing on the documentaries you introduce him too

Really distracting if you try to research so good luck with that lmao

He just likes having you attention that’s all

Try rollerblading with him and he’ll 100% try to out do you, but will probably fall on his butt doing so 😂

#assigning you the ⛸ emoji #⛸ ship #2k event

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lilly-and-alice · 4 years

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OC Interview

As with Alice's, I was tagged by the lovely @lusus--naturae & @r0xy-w0lf.

I'm not tagging anybody for this one - but please feel free to join in if you want to.

Date of Interview: 1914

Name: "Elizabeth Mae James, but I go by Lilly"

Are you single: *Smiling as she looks over at Charles who's sitting across from her "No, I'm very happily married thank you"

Are you happy: *Hands resting on her baby bump while still grinning at Charles and their four children sitting around him* "I'd say this is the happiest I've ever been"

Are your parents still married: "No, Mama died when I was 4. As for my father? I last saw him when I was 14 "

Are you angry: "Not so much nowadays, but I'll admit, in the past I was a bit of a hothead"

Facts

Birthplace: "I was born out in the midwest somewhere. We moved around a lot so I don't actually know where exactly"

Hair color: "Red"

Eye color: ''Green''

Birth date: ''6th Dec 1873"

Current Mood: "Well as happy as I am to be carrying my 5th child, I'm so uncomfortable right now. I can't wait to be not pregnant again"

*Charles laughing* "I'll remind you of that when you tell me you're desperate to start trying for number 6.

Gender: ''Female''

Summer or winter: "Summer. The winters here in Canada can be too cold for my liking"

Morning or afternoon: "I've never been a morning person, but nothing better than a lazy afternoon"

Eight things about your love life

Are you in love: "With all my heart"

Do you believe in love at first sight: “No” *leans in and whispers while Charles is distracted by one of the kids* "I remember Dutch introducing Charles to the camp, but I didn't really pay much attention to him at first. I do remember him being around, but he never really spoke with anybody. It wasn't the gang started falling apart that I took the time to get to know him and honestly? It wasn't until he left the gang to help Rains Falls & the Wapiti that I realised I was falling in love with him"

Who ended your last relationship: “I did, it had gotten complicated and as much as me and John wanted it to work between us, I knew I had to remove myself from the equation so he could make his own decision about whether he wanted to try make it work with Abigail & Jack”

Have you ever broken someone's heart?: "You know, John later admitted to me that it almost killed him when I told him it was over, but he also told me thank you for making him see sense when it came to his family"

Are you afraid of commitment: "Not at all"

Have you hugged someone in the last week: “Each of the kids and my handsome husband of course”

Have you ever had a secret admirer: *Charles butts in before Lilly even has chance to speak* "I was so nervous to speak to Lilly in those early days, I'd just find a quiet spot and watch her get on with her day. I do wish I'd had the courage to tell her sooner though"

"Me too...though just imagine how many more kids we'd have then"

Have you ever broken your own heart: “Making the decision to leave John was tough, but even tougher was the mistake I made, which caused the only real argument me & Charles ever really had and actually made us split up for a while..."

*Charles reaches her hand* "That's all in the past now Flower. We eventually got past it and we don't need to dwell on it"

Six Choices

Love or Lust: “Love - I mean the sex is incredible, but I'm happy just being in Charles' company”

Lemonade or Iced Tea: “Iced Tea? I'd rather have a hot tea to warm me up thank you ”

Cats or Dogs: “Dogs”

A few Best friends or Regular Friends: “I still write to the likes of Tilly, Mary-Beth & Abigail. But honestly - I'd be lost without my best friend Allie constantly by myside"

Wild night out or romantic night in: “Oh my nights of getting drunk with Allie & starting a bar fight or two are well and truly behind me. Much prefer to be snuggled up in front if the fire "

Day or night: ’'Night, I like the quietness of the world”

Have You Evers

Been caught sneaking out: “Grimshaw used to have a habit of catching me in the act, trying to escape doing chores”

Fallen Down/Up the Stairs: “All the time, I'm quite possibly the clumsy person alive”

Wanted someone/something so badly it hurt: “I got everything I need right here”

Wanted to disappear: “You know, during my time in camp and everything that was going on between John & Abigail, I managed to persuade Hosea to let me travel around on my own for a while, to help clear my head and work out what I wanted from life. I'm glad I did or otherwise I'd never have met Allie”

Four preferences

Smile or eyes: “A good smile draws me in, but I feel you can see the real person by looking into their eyes”

Shorter or taller: “Preferably taller, but it doesn't matter either way”

Intelligence or Attraction: “I'm lucky I guess - I have a handsome husband who also happens to be incredibly intelligent.”

Hook up or Relationship: “I never was one for hooking up with random people, I'd much rather be in a relationship ”

Family

Do you and your family get along: “Me, Charles & the kids are quite content together.

As for my other family members? Well, I have no idea where my father is these days, if he's still alive. And Alice? For the longest time I wanted nothing to do with this random girl turning up, claiming she's my sister. But fate had a strange way of pulling us closer together and now we keep in regular contact"

Would you say you have a messed up life: "Let me give you a list:

Was it messed up to lose my mother & brother when I was only 4 and then find myself travelling around the country with my father, sleeping in the back of a wagon most nights as he prepared for his next con?

Or what about being sold to my own grandmother when daddy felt he was unable to look after me?

Or when Grandmama passed away, her husband was considering carting me off to the nearest brothel because the cheap bastard didn't want the added expense of caring for me?

There's also the man who I thought I loved, leaving me to get attacked while he went off to spend the night with a whore..."

*sighs before a huge smile appears on her face as she casts an eye over at Charles, who's now reading a story to the kids*

"But you know? Each of those moments brought me one step closer to this wonderful life with Charles and our children"

Have you ever ran away from home: “It never felt like home, but leaving my step grandfathers house & running away with Van der Linde gang was best thing I ever did"

Have you ever got kicked out: “Like I said, back in the day, it was a mutual decision between me & Hosea to leave camp before I did something stupid."

Friends

Do you secretly hate one of your friends: “Why would I? Though Mary-Beth is a bit full of herself nowadays with her being a famous author and all”

Do you consider all of your friends good friends: “Of course I do. We might have done some questionable things in the past, but we had our reasons”

Who is your best friend: "I swear if you don't say my name right now" *Allie laughing from across the room*

"I guess there's your answer - my best friend is Allie Foster. Always been right by myside through thick & thin and most probably always will be”

Who knows everything about you: “Allie knows most things. But I don't hide anything from Charles either"

#lilly #oc interview

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heartlesslywhumping · 5 years

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Do you know if getting hit in the head with a wooden baseball bat would draw blood? I'm writing a story and would like it to be realistic.

So repeated trauma to the head with any object will in all likeliness end with brain damage and even death and of course, it would depend on how many times someone is hit, where they’re hit, and how hard they’re hit. Here are some potential things that would happen in varying situations.

First off: there are two kinds of head injuries. An open and a closed injury. Open ones are ones where an object breaks the skull and enters the brain. Closed are where something hit very hard but didn’t break the skull.

Blood. The head bleeds a lot. Like, a lot a lot. More blood than you’re probably thinking. I remember personally that my little brother once fell and hit his head on our brick fireplace, he was fine (mostly) and there was no scarring or trips to the hospital or anything but there was so much blood. Everyone was pretty freaked out by just how much blood there was. About 20 percent of blood from your heart goes to your brain. The blood vessels in your skin regulate your body temperature, blood goes to vessels near the surface of your skin when you are hot. The blood vessels there are superficial (near the surface) and are highly vulnerable to injury. There are tiny arteries and veins for the individual muscles and skin on your head, some are superficial like the ones I mentioned and others are deep within your skull. Even minor cuts can bleed profusely.

TLDR: there’s a butt-ton of blood vessels in your head, some are close to the skin and some are deep down in your skull. Regardless, any head injury bleeds a lot.

Places blood may show up include from the wound, near the location, around the eyes, ears, and nose, under the eyes (raccoon or panda eyes).

Lots of bruising and swelling. Even minor head bumps can cause large swelling. You can play with all the fun colors here for descriptions. I’d go into some more descriptions of bruises and what the different kinds/colors mean but I don’t want this answer to get too long. If someone’s interested in hearing about that, shoot me a message! I’ll make a post just for bruises.

After getting hit, the whumpee will likely be confused and potentially not feel anything at first (shock). Having hit my head in various ways throughout life, I can verify that bright light can and will pop somewhere behind your eyes as you try to process what exactly just happened. Then of course, the pain will come in from all angles, making you screw your face up and curl over.

If the hit is hard enough the whumpee may go unconscious. That’s a very bad sign (link to a post of mine with more information).

Some other quick symptoms include:

Crescent shaped bruising behind one or both of the ears (a battle’s sign)

Severe pain at the trauma site

Swelling at the trauma site

Redness or warmth at the trauma site

Skull fractures (a pointier object is more likely to penetrate the skull than a hard, blunt surface, such as the ground or a baseball bat. Different types of fractures lead to differing levels of injury and trauma.)

Headaches

Nausea

Vomiting

Blurred vision

Restlessness

Irritability

Loss of balance

Stiff neck

Pupils not reacting to light

Confusion

Excessive drowsiness

Fainting

a headache

lightheadedness

a spinning sensation

mild confusion

nausea

temporary ringing in the ears

a loss of consciousness

seizures

vomiting

balance or coordination problems

serious disorientation

an inability to focus the eyes

abnormal eye movements

a loss of muscle control

a persistent or worsening headache

memory loss

changes in mood

leaking of clear fluid from the ear or the nose

Here is the first in a series I’ve written around kinds of head injuries. You can get some wiggle room via suspension of disbelief. Implying the effects shouldl be plenty (too many details bog writing down and make it boring to read). What exactly kind of injury would happen is up to you and would depend on how hard they were hit, where they hit, how many times they were hit, pre-existing injuries/conditions, etc. I doubt anyone would dissect your writing enough to go “ummm actually based off this implication, this sentence, and this little tick right here, that wouldn’t be a realistic outcome”

#heartless answers #anonymous #head injuries #whump resources #writing resources

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monochrome-monarch · 5 years

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Tthis took longer than expected buuut

Guess who finally gave in to making fankids again?

Am I being original yet, ma? Also, Idk how to draw babies so here have hem at their adult forms with little bad doodles of them as babbies

I know, The names aren't the best but they're stand ins until I find better names. Except Alphard. Alphard sounds cool and has meaningful name all over it, dude.

Anyway, here are some notes regarding these kids:

Lepittra

- Name is from the name Lepidoptra, the order where Moths belong to

- She's a bit bigger and bulkier than Mothra and sadly my art doesn't portray it well but still significantly smaller than Godzilla.

- Probably has gills but wings are definitely water resistant. Larva stage likely has gills, tho I guess

- Dorsals, Eyes and Wings light up when charging up and firing

- Might get a fankid sibling if I'm feeling productive or creative. However, regarding her parents' canon children, Lep is sorta like the Megan to Minya and Mothra Leo's Drake and Josh. Still cares about them, tho

- Rather peaceful and keeps to herself. Almost borders distant as she ignores humans and has no interest of starting a cult (however she is kinda interested in continuing her mother's cult) but doesn't mind them as long as they don't provoke her in anyway. Has a pretty long fuse so it's hard to piss her off, though.

- Isn't much to interfere with human affairs and mostly ignores them, unless A) One or Both parents are involved and/or B) Her mother's followers are being threatened or attacked.

- Plays peacekeeper/tired mom friend with her mom but will fight when desperate times call for desperate measures. Prefers intimidating the enemy into standing down but, again, will fight if necessary.

- Mommy and Daddy's Little Princess but they will call her out when she steps out of line

- Loves lamps and other bright lights

- Either fires atom blasts or light blasts, whichever works but will stick with atomic blasts for now

- Can reincarnate like her mom

- Has an unexpected friendship with the Three-Headed Heir with a lot of expected reactions and controversy buuuut Lep doesn't care much. Also is more or less the trio's impulse control. Will still kick their ass if they do anything destructive

Alphard

All Three

- Name is from the name Alphard, the brightest star in the Hydra constellation. Also, the word Alpha is there so

- Is small compared to Rodan and Ghidorah but they're still growing. Derecha is impatiently waiting lol

- They're gonna be three-headed because I wanted to be unique but I added a two-headed option because I was feeling a bit curious

- Strangely, the heads look different from each other. Then again, could be because they're a hybrid

- They either breath fire or gravity beams, might change but will kinda stick to fire for now

- Can regenerate but strangely, Izquierda's horn is regenerating in a slower pace than usual

- Speaking of Iz's broken horn, the three of them refuse to spill on how it got broken

- Can so far only start up hurricanes when they fly but there are hints of lightning there so there's a chance that they can start up storms

- Heads spend more time bickering than doing anything serious or destructive but when they agree on something, they would put their heads together haha and make for a scary team until something goes wrong in an also sitcom like fashion

- Can survive intense heat and is seen lazing around in lava more than once

- Has an unexpected friendship with the Little Princess with a lot of expected reactions and controversy buuuut the trio doesn't care much. Also is more or less her bodyguards(???).

Derecha

- Name is the Spanish word for Right

- The one head that takes after Ghidorah more

- Angry and aggressive, jokingly referred to as his parents' combined rage in titan form. Will fight anyone, even his parents and other heads but he never wins, especially against his parents since his other heads don't have a death wish. Also the only head who would gladly fight Godzilla at the Area 51 parking lot. Respects fighters, even if they lose, though.

- Despite his firey nature, he cares about his loved ones and would fight tooth and claw for them even if he does fight them a lot. Reacts even more erratic and angrier when anyone the heads gets beheaded. Loyal af, however, will follow you no matter who the Alpha is or what the Alpha says. He's never much for obeying authority, anyway

- While he's wild, he does, reluctantly, follow Centro's orders but will gleefully participate when Centro and Izquierda are in a mood for destruction

- Distrustful towards anything that doesn't remotely look like his parents or siblings. Hates humans and has breath fire at any humans or human vehicles that come too close or was at the wrong place at the wrong time

- Not the smartest head but he is by no means stupid and is actually quite a quick-thinker and makes decent, pragmatic decisions

- Doesn't care much about ruling the monsters or destroying/terraforming the Earth, he just wants to fight. Becoming king of the monsters or destroying the Earth is merely a bonus

- Is pretty annoyed that he isn't center head/leader and makes it known. Dislikes Centro's 'passiveness' and 'laidback' nature and wants him to show his true colors and act on his destructive tendencies more. Encourages Iz's trigger happy tendencies but does feel bad if he goes too far. Has no idea how to calm him but tries

Centro

- Name is the Spanish word for Center

- The head that's a nice balance of both parents or well, I hope he does

- Is seemingly the 'nicer' head. He seems pretty easygoing and laidback, uninterested in wrecking havoc. Doesn't pick fights with any of the other titans or attacks any human settlements, hell, he's even friends with the Princess. Doesn't even mind humans approaching him. Seems to be rather indifferent and content with minding his own business.

- However, He doesn't mind wrecking havoc, either, especially if he and his heads would get some benefits from this, even if it's something as petty as relieving boredom. He doesn't care how much destruction they cause, if they get something out of it, then who cares? He does, however have some standards but its mostly just "We won't get anything out of this."

- Openly cares about his loved ones, especially his brothers, even if they fight a lot and he wants to dunk their heads in lava

- Is rather laidback in how he reigns in Der and Iz. He mostly lets them do their own thing but he does pull them by the horn when they're getting too wild/stupid, mostly Der. He's usually the one that calms Iz down, especially when their parents aren't around

- Interested in becoming King of the Monsters and maybe terraforming the Earth, having no interest in destroying their only home, but is waiting for the perfect time to strike. Is also lowkey kinda scared of Godzilla but hahaha, as if he'll ever admit it

Izquerda

- Name is Spanish for Left

- Head that takes after Rodan more

- Curious if cautious, wants to explore but is paranoid, knows very well that in any moment, they might die because of their parentage. Thinks everything and everyone is out to get them. Is rather trigger happy because of it but luckily, he only fires really, really close warning shots

- The incident where his horn got broken made it worse, especially as his horn is growing back slower than normal. Really adamantly refuses to say how his horn got busted

- Feels safer and calmer when around family and friend. Lepittra is the only outsider he trusts. He's calm around his brothers but if they're both beheaded or if he's the only conscious head, he'd start becoming erratic and get closer to a breakdown.

- Is more cheerful and calm when not being scared. Chatty too, only shuts up when he gets scared and paranoid again. Also shown to be focused and a quick-learner when not panicking.

- The mediator between Der and Cen's arguments, as Der only encourages fights between Cen and Iz and Cen doesn't intervene immediately. . . But that is if Iz isn't arguing with them too. Then Leppitra is called in. And butts their heads together

- Distrustful towards humans. Has seen what they can do and speculated on what they are capable of but isn't stupid enough to kill. Only warning shots. Not destructive but will still participate if Cen is on board

- Kinda interested in becoming King of the Monsters? He knows it's their birthright or whatever but he's definitely scared of Godzilla. More interested in terraforming the planet, though but well, he can't if he's not king of the monsters so "Ugh, fine!"

#godzilla #godzilla king of monsters #mothra #king ghidorah #rodan #fankid #fankids #did i do this right?#might also revamp some old transformers fankids #because I miss drawing robots #but for now #have kaijus

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So I've got some questions about Fi, because I borrowed Skyward Sword once, beat it, had to return it immediately, and have forgotten a bunch... But, does she have what we could call emotions? Moods? She always seemed like this wonderful little robot (and a bit sassy) and now I'm upset I can't remember much about her character! Could you talk a bit about how games and/or memories would characterize her? Any favorite interactions?

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by fi’s own words, she “does not possess the capability to understand the human spirit.” she follows that sentence up, however, by saying she DOES experience feelings, or at the very least she suspects that she has in her time with link become capable of feeling happiness and gratitude. she frames this with uncertainty, because before their journey, she had never experienced anything like that. in fi-like fashion she basically says “i have data on how people act when they feel happy, and it lines up with how I want to act right now.”

fi is basically as you said. she’s a smart sword. she’s alexa/siri for your sword. she was created for the purpose of being a personal assistant to the goddess’ chosen hero and most of who she is revolves around that, but not in a way that makes her, like… soulless. i think a lot of people would disagree with me on that but whatever fi haters dont interact. im not gonna talk much about fi as a game mechanic. i understand why ppl dislike her in that regard but that’s not what i’m interested in cause my hatred of game mechanics doesn’t bleed into the characters that carry them.

fi is analytical, data-interested, unemotional, and calculating. she does this without being particularly cold and disinterested, because she has a bit of a sarcastic edge that makes her seem like she is banking a more playful spirit for the purpose of her duties. it is incredibly cute. you get the impression there is more to her, but she has a job to do so she doesn’t want too much of it to show.

the reason that i like fi is because she fills a specific dynamic that i adore when juxtaposed against link specifically. it can be any character who fills this dynamic but fi is one of the folks who fills it best. simply put: my favourite characterization of link is when he is interpreted as an emotionally driven reckless dumbass. with triforce bearers, i adore when their one facet of the trinity cancels out the other two–so i like for link to be courageous, but unwisely so, and not because he’s all-powerful, but just because he can’t not move forward. the way i interpret all links is “too big-hearted/hyperempathetic to sit still”

skyward link is fucking exemplary of this. skyward sword is like, the most on the nose romantic telling of link and zelda we get, maybe up there with botw. childhood friends to lovers and everything, like they are incredibly tender and sweet. and link’s super emotive, you don’t really have to guess what he’s thinking. his dialogue options reflect this–there’s always one thats basically just ‘ZELDA???’ like he’s incredibly impatient to reunite with his friend. skyward sword contains what is, to this day, one of the most heart-wrenching expressions link has ever made–

hate this!!!! you watch him physically crumble in this scene. its probably the most emotion he’s ever shown in canon.

skyward link is bar none the most emotionally motivated link. i think i can say with certainty that saving the world is an afterthought to him. he’s following his destiny because he has to, but what is keeping him from falling into despair is his love for zelda.

this all ties back to fi because fi is the exact opposite. if she has emotions, they have no baring on her. her method of tackling a problem is to run calculations and probabilities and do what seems like it will have the highest turnout rate. she’s a well-oiled machine designed to produce results from gathered data, and she is link’s constant companion.

in her first scene with link, she tries to tell him of his grand destiny, and he is so emotionally shaken from losing his best friend in the world that he doesn’t really respond. fi says “to minimize your uncertainty, i will offer you some information that has a high probability of altering your current emotional state,” and then proceeds to tell him zelda is still alive. he snaps out of it, runs toward the sword, and immediately accepts his burdens.

ok so now tapping out of canon territory and into kin memories, this interaction was common. i’m kin with the hero’s spirit as a whole, and i remember so many lifetimes under my belt–but this one was the rawest. that spirit, though unbreakable, was so new. unbreakable doesn’t mean untouched by despair. i hadn’t done this before, not enough to have half the level-head i would in later lifetimes. everything hurt so much. there were so many hopeless nights.

but fi always had calculations for why that hurt, while real, wasn’t logical. she would butt into my breakdowns at the sound of her master too compromised to fight. i would spew anxious ramblings at her in a full-on panic and she would stay utterly silent until she was sure i was done and refute every one of them, point for point. hard statistics. numbers and percentages. it’s so hard for an anxious brain to hold its own against raw data. i would crumble into calm so quickly, because she never ever said things like “it’s going to be okay” or “she’s probably just x.” fi always told the truth, the numbers. I can’t articulate why, but I vastly preferred that to sentiments, because my anxious heart would just tear sentiments up.

fi existed to guide me. It made sense that she’d calm me down from those traumatic nights, because a boy too constantly gripped by panic can’t be atlas with the world on his shoulders. and when i’d thank her, she’d say that– “your gratitude need not show, master link. i am simply doing what i must.”

but over time, she stopped saying that. the more time we spent with one another, her outright refusal turned into pivots– “get some rest, master. by my calculations, we’re due for an early morning if we’re to reach our destination on time.”

eventually, the pivots turned to silence. i would thank her, and she would bow her head, and return to the sword.

so stepping back into canon, i love fi because she’s link’s brain cell. not only his intelligence and problem solving, but also his emotional & impulsive check. this is the same reason i fell so hard for zelink in BOTW specifically–because zelda is a calculating, analytical scholar/scientist type, obsessed with data and research. i love that juxtaposed against link, who i, again, view as emotional and impulsive and more keen to act than think.

and then, on TOP of all that dynamic, you think about the implications of skyward sword being first in the timeline. that, to me, is what takes link & fi’s relationship from cute and interesting to absolutely heartwarming. i don’t mean this in a shippy way, but link and fi are utterly romantic.

at the end of the game, she goes to sleep in the sword forever, and it’s with a hesitance in her heart she doesn’t expect, because before her master she’s not known love and gratitude, we don’t even know if she knew she was capable at all. she doesn’t want to part with him, but she knows she has to, and thats why she says that prayer to him, that’s why its her last words as she’s fading–“may we meet again in another life.”

she doesn’t want to go. she wants to stay beside him, serving him, seeing the world with him, being the serenity and logic his wavering heart needs. she wants to remain the searing blade beneath his fingertips, protective and strong. she wants to stay beside her master, she wants to keep him safe from all they know is out there. she wishes, she hopes, she prays.

and for hundreds of thousands of years thereafter, link’s spirit breathes again and again and again. and for hundreds of thousands of years thereafter, he finds her in a forest grove with a beam of sunlight keeping her warm as she sleeps, and he holds her tight and reverently, and as long as time continues its march onward, they will always remain hand in hand.

until breath of the wild came out, i always found this a little bittersweet. they’re always together, but they can’t speak. fi knows link, but link doesn’t know fi in the same way–he knows he feels warm when he holds the master sword. he knows that the first time he lays eyes on it, it feels like a reunion, feels like he’s done it a million times before. he knows that he must bow his head in reverence as he draws it, not because of the sword’s power, but simply because he feels it’s what she–she?–deserves. but he doesn’t know what his previous life all those centuries ago knew. not that the sword has a smile, a laugh, a cadence, a face. not that she translates ancient runes into interpretive dance, not the way she sounds when she sings.

but botw knew i probably wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

the ambiguity of this line is beautiful. maybe there were a hundred links who journeyed far and wide and, in their most dire lows, heard a chime of ancient hylian from their sword that they knew spoke the truth of how they had to carry on. maybe it was just one solitary hero leaving gifts and offerings to a blade stuck in stone, whispering fears and anxieties to her and falling asleep at her pedestal.

whatever the case, fi lives. though she sleeps, she breathes. fi lives.

my tag for fi is “hand of sorrow” which is a song i associate with her, solely because it contains the line–

“still, i’ll be the hand that serves you, though you’ll not see that it is me.”

#agoldenshinywireofhope #wendy answers #wendy rambles #kin ramblings #song of the hero #to the sky #hand of sorrow #character: [is reckless and overemotional and impulsive]#other character: [is their patient calculating better half and also is blue and kinda their therapist]#me: OH FUCK [FALLS IN LOVE]

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