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nanami kento (jjk) x reader: sunday mornings (18+)

warnings: passionate sex, creampie, morning sex, slight praise kink, just freaky stuff

author's note: this is my first nanami smut so hopefully i got his characterization right. i'm trying to be more consistent this year with my writing so expect more fics coming soon :)

word count: 1.3k

Mornings with Nanami were always the same.

While he’s in the shower, you tiptoe to the kitchen in your pink, silk robe and prep the ingredients for his favorite breakfast. A Mahogany Teakwood candle glazes the kitchen with the smell of wood and the slightest hint of lavender as you cook; you flip the french toast, scramble the eggs, and fry the turkey bacon, just how Nanami likes it. Of course, he likes whatever you cook – he’d never been the picky type.

From there, Nanami comes from the bedroom, dressed in his favorite blue button up and tan pants, and he follows the delectable smell of your cooking. He’s greeted by a plate of food and his favorite roast of coffee, but none of those sights compared to the sight of you.

You always looked so beautiful in the morning – your half-lidded eyes hold an almost seductive nature to them and you move gracefully as you set the table. His eyes linger on your body as your robe hugs your shape, and sinful thoughts run through his mind. However, like he does every morning, he brushes them away and instead greets you with a kiss and a “Thank you” before the two of you sit and enjoy the small bit of time you have together before he has to leave. He does take his job seriously, after all, and he can’t stand being late.

Sunday mornings – Nanami’s off days - were different.

On this particular morning, your eyes flutter open as you feel Nanami press against you from behind and engulf you in his strong arms. You assume that today is one of the rare days where you wake up before Nanami and you let yourself get comfortable against him, but this thought is swept from your mind when Nanami keeps shifting behind you. A low groan escapes him, but you brush it off.

“Good… morning.” You whisper, your voice still hoarse.

Nanami pulls your hair to the side, exposing your neck, and he plants a kiss on your sensitive skin. “Good morning.” He mutters against your neck before planting another kiss behind your ear.

You let out a soft sigh as he continues, and you press yourself closer to his body when his hands slip under your t-shirt. His fingertips dance along your stomach, leaving goosebumps wherever they roam, and his toned hands travel to your breasts. He squeezes them first, toying with the soft flesh, before he focuses on your already hard nipples, drawing circles around the buds.

“Nanami…” You breathe out.

“Shhhh.” He silences you. “Just relax.” His warm breath tickles your ear, adding yet another sensation that you can barely handle.

After playing with your breasts to his content, his hands travel back down your stomach, then over your abdomen, and you feel his fingers play with the hem of your lace panties. Nanami is grinding against your ass, his dick already rock hard. Even through the fabric, you can feel it pulsing, but Nanami is patient, way more patient than you.

“Please… I- I want it.” Your begging is almost pathetic, and you don’t even care. But your whining is cut short when he slides his hand in your panties and slips two fingers right over your clit. You moan as he rubs it almost painfully slow.

“So wet.” He groans. He assaults your neck with open mouthed kisses and he starts to rub your sensitive clit harder. By now, you’re grinding back against his hand, your juices coating his fingers. Your panties are stained with your wetness, leaving a sticky mess between your thighs. Nanami moans by your ear, your body squirming against him giving him just enough pleasure to hold himself off.

The birds chirping outside, the city bustle just outside the window, and your moans create a beautiful symphony in your bedroom. Nanami is breathing heavy behind you, whispering praises to you.

“You’re doing so good baby.”

“You’re so wet for me.”

“You like that?”

All of his praise is punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your pussy as he plays with it.

Nanami slides a finger in your pussy, and then another, and he thrusts them in and out, slow and deep. His fingers massage your g-spot and the palm of his hand provides the friction that your clit is begging for. As he fingers you, his unoccupied hand crawls back up your body and grasps your throat firmly, not hard enough to choke you but hard enough to let you know it’s there. He guides your head back against his chest and your body rocks against his as he holds you.

Your first orgasm creeps up like a panther stalking its prey and it hits hard. Tears fill your eyes and your legs shake as you cum, a string of incoherent words leaving your mouth. You don’t even understand what you’re saying, but Nanami only answers with a quick “Mhm” as he guides you through your orgasm. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; his fingers keep fucking you, even when you cream all over them and your cum trickles down your thighs. By the time it’s over, you’re stuck letting out little gasps, but Nanami isn’t through with you yet.

He flips you onto your stomach and your legs are lifted up as he finally slides your panties off. He takes off his own boxers and stations himself behind you, then you feel his tip prodding at your entrance before he finally slides his dick into you.

You grip the sheets as he fills you up. He takes you by surprise every time, even though you’ve been in this same position countless times. Even with all the time that he took to prep you, it doesn’t make him feel any less huge. By the time he bottoms out in you, your breath is taken away. He doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. But, although Nanami is a patient man, patience eventually runs thin.

He pulls out and slide back in slowly. You’re already leaving a sticky, white ring around the base of this dick and, while the sight almost makes him lose control, he keeps his composure, like always. He gets into a steady rhythm.

“Mmmm… Nanami.” You cry out from beneath him. He’s touching every spot inside of you, and you swear he’s touching places that he’s never even touched before. Every thrust is deep and passionate, punctuated by the creaking bed. His bulky, strong frame brings about a certain strength in his movements, each one pushing your body higher and higher up the bed until you’re certain you’re about to smack against the headboard. Though you’re not certain you can take anymore, you say, “Don’t stop.”

This spurs on Nanami’s movements even more. His thrusts gain momentum and the sound of skin against skin gets louder when he speeds up. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you whimper as he drills into you. He takes both of your wrists and pins your arms to the mattress and, though he’s not being super rough, the idea of him having complete control turns you on even more.

“Fuck, baby, I’m…” You don’t fully get the words out before another orgasm washes over your body.

Nanami lets out a low moan as he continues thrusting. “There you go.” He encourages you as you coat his dick in your cum. He doesn’t even feel his own orgasm coming until it hits him like a brick wall. His dick twitches inside of you and the next thing he knows, he’s filling your pussy up with his own cum, and both of your juices mix until they’re indiscernible from one another. He doesn’t stop until you’re left a breathless, shaking mess underneath him and until his dick starts hurting from overstimulation.

He finally pulls out and rubs your back until your body is fully relaxed. It takes a minute for you to come down from your high, but when you do, an almost serene smile spreads across your face. Nanami massages your lower back and then your thighs before he places a kiss on your back and gets off the bed.

He heads to the bathroom.

“I’ll get your bath ready.”

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meanbossart · 3 months

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i just need to take a second to gush about how much i love durge drow and astarion, they feel so fleshed out and perfectly written together in their fucked up wretched ways. They really inspire me to write more for my own tavs, hopefully one day ill be able to say im as happy with my own work as i get when seeing yours. I have to ask though, do you have any tips on drawing head shapes and faces? or maybe about wrinkles? i find i really struggle with that stuff when drawing and i adore how expressive and grungey all your art looks!

First of all thank you so much, I love hearing what people think of the two of them together 😭

Honestly you've hit on something that's quite near and dear to my heart, I love developing and figuring how to draw and stylize different faces to get the most unique, interesting looking results - everything about the details is highly rewarding to me. What does x type of nose look like from this angle? In this style? How can this eyeshape best translate to my art? How different does a face look when its making this expression? What does that MOUTH DO? etc etc.

In fact you kind of inspired me to put a little tutorial/guide together the last hour lmao and what a blessing it is that the two current subjects of this blog serve as great models here, being that their faces are basically polar opposites!

When it comes to heads, you've probably heard it a dozen times before that you want to think of them in terms of geometry and facets; my process to drawing them is pretty conventional so I won't spend too much time on it, but it goes something like this:

Obviously I don't do every single one of these steps most of the time, which is just something that comes from practice/developing muscle memory, but it is helpful to start off this way for two main reasons:

By making these guide lines and splitting a head into pieces like this, you'll have an easier time seeing and understanding it as a multidimensional object, and in turn, facilitate It for you when you venture out into doing wacky angles and lighting.

Making different headshapes starts HERE. notice how Astarion's "face" slate is narrower and longer, how my durge's jaw pieces sit lower on the head, how all of the same pieces came together in the same way but we ended up with one real pointy elf and a real brick of a drow - making characters look different successfully begins very early in the sketching process.

The next thing you want to do branches out into every day life: start noticing yours and other people's facial features. How does an upturned nose look from a high angle? How does the size of someone's cheekbones affect what they look like when they smile? How about when the light hits them a certain way? Does someone's lip shape changes when they pout? When they laugh? How does a person's hairline change the shape of their face? You do NOT need to creepily sketch every stranger you see on the bus, but get into the habit of actually noticing what people look like when you talk to them - when you look at pictures, when you watch movies - make a mental list of interesting ways mouths, noses, and eyes can come together in a variety of different proportions to make completely distinct looking mugs, and how they change depending on how you are looking at them.

Light and shadow play a HUGE role in how faces look, too, basically as crucial as actual bone structure does. As you see up there I tried to rough out how natural, head on, and underhead light would look on these two very different looking guys, and while we can see definite patterns, there are small differences that come to be because of the sizes and shapes of their features.

Here is a very, very basic look at how some of these features come to look the way they do, how they interact with one another, and how they compare between a blocky, rather conventionally "masculine" head and one that's much softer and slimmer.

Note please that it is not one or two characteristics that give a chaarcter their "look"; you can reduce a face to eyes, mouth, and nose through stylization and still have them be recognizable, but if you want to do more than that, you have to consider the whole package! Chin, cheeks, brows, direction of the jaw, slope and size of the forehead, depth of eyes, ridge of the nose, etc - I know this is probably far more than you bargained for, but if you start making note of a FEW of these things now and slowly add on, this will eventually become second nature to you.

Similarly, understanding how these characteristics come together will help you with rendering light and shadow in a realistic way, and predicting what their facial expressions may look like - if no two people are alike, neither are their smiles. :)

Lastly, remember that I'm no expert - I have developed my own methods and semiotics and yours may look slightly (or vastly) different, and that's fine! I hope only that by sharing this it has given you a base to work off of.

Anyways, I HOPE this has been helpful and not just the unsolicited ramblings of a face pervert.

#ask #art #advice #tutorial #astarion #DU drow

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ki-yomii · 9 months

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encore | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 871

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, established relationship, edging, handjob, teasing, switch!jk, orgasm control, soft dom!reader

➥summary | continuation of two for the show

➥ notes | for @keroppitae, hopefully you enjoy this one just as much 😘

🤎 series masterlist | masterlist | inbox | AO3 🤎

“Just relax,” you breathe, mouth tracing along the cut of Jungkook’s jaw, feeling the muscles bunch and flex against your tongue, “You asked, so let me take care of you now.”

Ever since you walked in on him with a fistful of your panties and a guilty consciousness, you’ve been taunting him. However long ago that was, you’re not sure.

The sparks of sadistic pleasure as you wring precious little whimpers out of him with every teasing half-stoke blur together until you’re throbbing between your thighs, and Jungkook’s desperate and dripping.

Jungkook’s taking it so well, looks as pretty as a picture; spilled across the soaked sheets like an oil painting. The messy briar of his hair clings to his furrowed brow in thick, sweaty clumps.

His slick body glitters with every rolling flex of his hips, his thick cock rutting up into the elusive grasp of your hand.

Whenever he presses a little too firm, thrusts a little too deep into the circle of your fingers, you pull away - a little game that makes him clench and groan in displeasure, pre-cum dripping from the flushed head.

“My handsome baby.” You hum in the back of your throat, stroking your finger up the side of his shaft before lightly digging your nail into the weeping slit. “So big and strong.”

“Shit!” Jungkook hisses, his head slamming back against the pillow. His body jolts, thighs tense and hips twitching as his cock bobs against his stomach.

When he says your name, he sounds absolutely wrecked, “P-Please, that feels - that feels so - hng! Ohmygod.”

Pausing, you appreciate the debauched sight your boyfriend makes, a bloom of satisfaction unfurling in your chest. God, he’s so gorgeous like this - it’s hard to believe he’s all yours. So fucking lucky.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“Baby, seriously, I can’t…” Jungkook pants, another spurt of clear fluid dribbling down the back of your knuckles. The tips of his ears are cherry red, his pupils blown wide. “No more.”

“But you’re doing such a good job for me,” you reply. As much of a punishment as it is a treat, you tighten your grip on his shaft, tracing the thick vein running up along the underside. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

Hands fisting in the sheets, Jungkook yanks hard as his broad chest rises into a pleasing arch, his abs clenching with overstimulation. “– Haaah fuck.”

“Mm, you look so hot like this. Can’t wait for you to fuck me with this big cock, spread me open and stuff me full.”

He whines.

You smile, and suck at the crook of his neck, lashing your tongue over his thrumming pulse. When you speak, your voice is a lust-filled whisper in his ear, “Would you like that, Kookie - wanna put that big cock of yours in my pretty little pussy?”

The lack of a response makes you frown, and you grind your palm into the sensitive tip of his erection in retaliation. “Not gonna answer me, huh?”

Thrashing in place, Jungkook simultaneously tries to buck up into your touch and escape from the overwhelming waves of pleasure. He’s been edged over and over for the last hour or so, his nerves quickly approaching the point of pain.

You know he won’t be able to take much more - he’s about to burst, pressure building behind his hips.

“Gonna - shit - ‘m gonna...” Heels dig into the mattress, his toes curling in the sheets as his balls draw up towards his body, swollen with cum and aching for release. “Baby - baby, can I? Please, wanna cum.”

His breath hitches desperately, every word a pleasure drunk slur as his eyes meet yours, hazy and fucked out. His mouth is slack, lips puffy and bitten raw. His tongue darts out to swipe along his lip ring.

Beautiful.

“I don’t know…” You smirk, reaching down to tug at his balls. “Are you sure?”

He strains against your touch, gasping, “Please!”

The impending orgasm’s about to slam into him with all the force of a semi-truck, his body locking up as the pit of heat in his belly flares and ecstasy burns through his blood.

Your hand is so soft and warm and wet, and he’s so so close…

“Can’t - fuuuuck, I’m - I’m -”

He gulps down air, his chest heaving with every stuttered breath. His hips rut up into the circle of your slick fist, ready to blow his load. The rhythmic squeeze of your hand milks him for all he’s worth, his cock jerking once, twice and then -

You pull your hand off his cock, dragging your nails along the base of his shaft as a parting gift. A wounded noise leaves him, his desperate little cry making your pussy clench.

Jungkook slumps against the bed with a hoarse cry of your name, a puppet with cut strings.

Little tremors shake through his limbs, his muscles twitching with aftershocks. His face is slack, his eyes glassy. A weak pulse of cum drools from the swollen head, pooling in the dip of his belly.

“Not yet, Kook,” you say, wicking away the spit clinging to his bottom lip, “Want you inside me first. Think you can handle that, baby?”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic

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jttw-monkeybusiness · 10 months

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WELCOME TO THE JOURNEY TO THE AU BLOG AND OTHER SHENANIGANS!

Here I'll be putting all my nonsensical little AU so you can enjoy them without my regular blogs - @celestialkiri - So things will be more in control for both of us!

ALSO so people don’t feel weird: This is a fanart-positive blog! If my AU and weird stuff inspire you to draw then I would be honored! I would love to see your art or text or whatever makes you inspired!

I hope you enjoy!

Here are the links so hopefully you can navigate easier inside of this mess! Sophie - Where the art, information, and answers to Inbox are all about Sophie, who got yeeted into the JTTW universe in order to help Tripitaka who tries to help Wukong to get his shit together and learn some morals. This link also includes her new life after the Journey.

Wukong - The art, information, and answers to Inbox are all about my version of Wukong in this AU. He's more grumpy, and feral and yet cares about people he likes. We all need a feral monkey in our lives! Sophie x Wukong - Here it's all about Sophie's and Wukong's relationship and romance growth which is the main focus on this AU alongside the Journey To The West. There might be the same art, information, and answers as in the Sophie and Wukong tag. Six-Eared Macaque - You know him, we love him. The ultimate villain just like in the JTTW novel, but with my own twist on it. Journey To The West AU - You mix all of the links up above you get this! There might not be as many Inbox messages, but all the art is there! Personal questions - If you just want to read where I answer questions about my AU Biker Monkeys AU - A silly goofy idea between me and @kaijufluffs about a Wukong analog and his cute girlfriend set in a 50's/80's mashup. It has horror, romance, and monkeys riding motorbikes!

ART - For people who only want to see the art of the AU's.

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cupcakeslushie · 2 years

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You seem to draw Donnie covered in Spray paint (pink and blue) a lot. Why is that? What got him hooked to it and why doesnt he have to mix the colors himself?

(BIG fan of the angsty separated au!!!!)

Draxum’s lab is pretty dull color wise, and Three wanted to differentiate his tech from Draxum’s. Huginn and Muninn are the ones who buy Three his spray paints! One of those small, nice things they try to do to make the kid a little bit happy. Purple is Three’s favorite color, but sometimes they’re limited in what they can bring him. (Also the pink and blue colors are a nod to Jinx—It’s kinda funny that her colors, pink and blue, when mixed, make purple)

It would be maximum shock if they all met right when Leo and Donnie rejoined the family, before they kinda started their healing process, cause they’re probably the most different at that point.

Rise!Donnie would be appalled at AU!Donnie, from silly things like the way he accumulates layers of grime without a care—to the rude way he treats April. AU!Leo and Rise!Leo would keep a wide birth from each other and probably stick to a buddy system with their respective brothers just in the hopes that they don’t ever get left alone with the other (their bros of course conspire to do exactly that, so they can get to know each other)

Rise!Raph would probably be really worried about AU!Raph just cause he thought his brother’s make him stressed and tired? But between dealing with Leo’s anger issues, and Donnie’s…everything, AU!Raph looks ready to drop any second. AU!Mikey would love Rise!Mikey, cause he’s adorable, but he’s a little sad when he looks at him, cause he acts just like he used to, before he was thrown into the arena, so he tries to tone down the bad and make it sound more exciting so that Rise!Mikey doesn’t know how horrible AU!Mikey had it.

The Kraang would def be the Rise Kraang version. The movie would take place a little while after the defeat the Shredder. I’m still working out the timeline cause when I was first deciding their ages, I forgot about the two years from the end of the series and the start of the movie 🙄. So I’m doing some reworking on that end. I think I’ll either change them to be a few years older at the start of the AU than I made them, OR the AU and the fight with Shredder will go for a longer stretch of time than it did in the series. That way there’s not a huge two year gap of unknown time between Shredder’s defeat to the start of the movie. EDIT Now that we know the series took place over two years and it was only a couple months between the finale and the movie. Their ages are gonna be the ones listed on their character charts!!

I’m still not even sure if I’ll manage to make it that far, but hopefully we will get there eventually! Cause I really wanna get to Casey. In fact, I’d probably make it less about Leo growing into a more serious role (cause obviously he’s already there), and more about him really accepting the love of his family. We might even see a future Leo come back with Casey?? It would be so hard not to go that route cause I love that idea so much 🤣

But I honestly don’t know yet what I’d really like to do. And I’d hate to give an answer that I’d have to redact later. I’ve got a lot of ideas, but I can’t even think about them, until I put out all the other stuff I’ve got planned. So let’s all cross our fingers and hope we get there some day lol!

2012!Leo would go MOM MODE™️ EXTREME, 2012!Raph and Don would take off like a rocket with the intention of hunting down and murdering Draxum, Shredder and Big Mama, and Mikey would probably be caught between holding back tears and doing his best to tell jokes and ease the tension, or following after his brothers in their murder spree.

Basically as much as the 2012 boys would be thrown off at first over how different the AU boys are from the other versions of themselves they’ve met, they’d go HARD as the protective older bros. But the only one who’d probably actually appreciate it would be AU!Raph cause he never gets to be the little brother lol.

@smoldevelopingcookie @c00k13san2 @luvrbug @organisedchaosstuff @uniqueness351217

Separated AU tag

#ask slushie #separated au #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #rise of the tmnt #my art #sep!au life #sep!au crossover

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maxwellatoms · 6 months

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Would you trust ANY Korean studio for hand-drawn animation today? I ask because, when The Powerpuff Girls came back in 2016, I noticed how slow and stiff the Korean animation was. Since then, most Burbank cartoons animated in Korea, namely Cartoon Network shows, have been like that — mostly on 2s & with less inbetweening. Look at any Digital eMation episode of Victor and Valentino or Samurai Jack Season 5; do they animate as loosely and smoothly as Digital eMation episodes of Billy & Mandy do?

Sure I would. It would all depend on the studio and the circumstances. There are good studios and bad studios, and either of those will treat your show differently based on their perception of how valuable it is to their client. In the early 2000s Rough Draft was a top-notch studio. One of the reasons I switched over to eMation from Rough Draft was that I felt like Rough Draft was putting all of its resources into making Samurai Jack look beautiful, and we were still calling retakes on three year old issues. I knew we weren't a priority to Rough Draft, and I knew that stemmed from Cartoon Network's negotiations with them, so my griping was only going to get us so far. It seemed to me that I needed a studio that was smaller and scrappier like we were. We were putting in a lot of work on our end to make cool stuff and it wasn't ending up on the screen, so we needed people who were just as hungry on the back-end, and eMation stepped up.

There's also the fact, though, that animation itself has changed a lot in the last fifteen years. Powerpuff Girls and Samurai Jack's animation always seemed to have an air of "motion comics" to it. And frankly, that's part of what I love about it. It was all a throwback to the old UPA cartoons, which were built on strong, clear poses and made for the cost equivalent of a turkey dinner. Likewise, CN storyboard artists usually had around four weeks to write and draw their boards on paper, so there just wasn't time to take the effort to do anything too complex. It was all about snapping between those 300-ish storyboard drawings and momentarily savoring them for their humor and design mastery. Now we have tons of digital tools that make the basics of animation a lot more accessible to everyone, and have changed the entire studio pipeline. Things just won't look like they used to because nobody makes them that way anymore.

When I've had to choose an overseas animation studio, the network's production arm usually gives me one or three choices and tells me that's all there is. Deals have already been made. (Sometimes they make you pick two to save on costs, which (IMO) usually results in two studios that are less functional than any one of them would have been.) The studios usually have reels, so that gives you a basic idea of what they can do. You can (hopefully) find some other show creators who have worked with the studios and get an honest review. It's an important enough decision that it's worth whatever research you can put into it. Even over good bones, an ill-fitting skin can ruin the mood.

The most important thing to remember, I think, is that it's your job and your crew's job to make animating the show as easy as possible. Really, it's everyone's job to make the next person in line's job as simple as they can. Ideally, there shouldn't be a lot of questions because the materials you sent down the chain are clear.

So... yeah. I'd still trust Korean studios as much as I'd trust any overseas or domestic animation studio. You get out of them what you put into them by feeding them money and your own labor. It's quite possible that the shows you mentioned didn't do enough of either.

I imagine the overseas studios are hurting right now, so who knows what that landscape is even going to look like in a few years.

As with every step of the process making a TV show, you just sort of have to weigh your options and find the path.

Hmm. That got long.

#animation industry #animation studios #hot mess

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wasyago · 6 months

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unsure if you’ve been asked this before but what is your character designing process?

i have already answered in this post (you can go read it if you want), though it's more jrwi based, so i feel like i can answer again! i doubt I'll end up saying something new but hwhatever who cares dhhdhd

obviously this isn't math, so there's no specific scheme i follow every time, and each design is different and it all varies heavily.

in general, when i start working on a design i already have *some* sort of idea in mind. normally not for the entirety of it, but some bits and pieces here and there that help me characterize the design in my head! i try to get those on the canvas first. they're like key points, and i most likely wont change them.

(and if i don't have an idea, i don't start drawing. and instead scroll through my gallery or pinterest in search of inspiration)

let's take my Gem's recent design as an example! i knew i wanted her to be a squirrel, and i already had squirrel scar and cub designs to base it off. so the key points were big pointy ears, curvy tail, claws. i also knew i wanted her clothing to look regal and floral, and reflect her main base. this is an idea that i haven't fully visualized, but i kept it in mind and knew in which direction i had to move.

after that comes the point where i start making stuff up 👍👍 i enjoy thinking my designs through and making them make sense in my head and be practical. so the process consists of me asking myself questions and then answering them in a design. with occasional "oh wouldn't that be cool" thrown into it.

continuing with gem. she needed to have her clothes be suited for a tail, so her underskirt splits in three parts to make it easier. i still wanted the design to be recognizable as gem and have it resemble her skin; so i kept the white sleeves, the green skirt, the corset. i wanted to make her and scar's designs match, so i changed the corset to green with this long piece of cloth but decided to change the patterns on it. because the brown from the corset was gone, i removed it from her shoes as well and made them black instead, so brown wasn't part of the color pallett anymore. i will introduce pink into the design later, so getting rid of one of the colors wasn't that big of a deal. plus, brown makes her look more down to earth, whereas i want her to look elegant and rich, so its a win/win. i wanted to keep her antlers, but obviously she's not a deer anymore, so i turned them into a crown and made it black to match the shoes. etc etc. i can ramble for three more hours about this hdgshsh.

well, that's how the well thought designs work.

sometimes it's just "im gonna draw all the things i think are fun and cute until i can't think of any" and there's no rhyme or reason to it. that's why things like "doc as a unicorn", one-off series designs, random concepts, aus exist!

sometimes its a "i have no idea what to do with it, so im gonna merge all the layers together and just keep fiddling with it until i figure it out", and that's exactly what happens. if i feel stuck with a design, merging it together and working with both line and color helps a ton, because it helps me to see the design as a whole and i dont have to divide my process and think of which parts im gonna do in color and which in line! recent example is hypno's design. here it is when i didn't know how to make it interesting and the final version:

(funnily enough i still like the first concept, the fact that all the clothes is the same color is quite tasty. but i know that if i needed to draw this design in the future, i would struggle with keeping the clothing layers separated and shading and all that stuff.)

visually i don't think there's much difference between how i design things (?), but the process varies and in my head they're all on like, different tiers.

hopefully this was somewhat helpful! if not it at least let me ramble about my design process which is great hdhsjsh

#long post #yagotalk #how to yago

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abiiors · 22 days

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birthday surprise - matty x reader

part 2 of matty's birthday weekend a/n: this is scheduled. by the time this goes up, i will (hopefully🤞🏼) be on a beach somewhere, day drunk 😌 cw: vomit (because hungover), dramatic (because sad), once again vague descriptions of depression. some kissing and suggestive stuff. idiots friends to lovers wc: 3.1k

george’s massive hand rests on matty’s back while he retches into the toilet.

his head pounds mercilessly, the sunlight streaming in through the window is barely helping and the soured wine churning in his stomach comes back up once again, leaving him gasping for air. a loud splash echoes in the bathroom and matty groans, gagging a bit more.

george is a good friend. he lets matty lean on him and holds the glass of water so matty can slowly sip from it.

it barely works though. he feels like shit regardless, and none of it can be cured by water or food or painkillers.

george helps him get back to bed once matty feels slightly better. the whole time neither of them say a word. matty doesn’t know how much of last night has been told to his friend—does he know the precise way in which matty fucked up? did he see matty in the act? overhear the conversation accidentally?

george’s face looks completely blank. he does all the right things—sets a glass of water and a few painkillers next to matty, grabs him a bucket, draws the blackout curtains. he even offers to get breakfast.

“fry up from that small cafe down the street,” he says in a hushed voice. “come on, greasy food’s good for hangovers.”

matty mumbles something like a vague yes, if only so george would step out of the house for a bit. once he’s out, matty searches for his phone, wedged somewhere between the mattress and the headboard. the sudden brightness makes him wince but once he manages to open his eyes, he checks for messages and missed calls.

apart from one missed call from george and one from jamie, there’s nothing.

nothing from her.

not one message.

the last message he’s sent to her sits at read—it’s nothing special, just the address to the pub they were going to meet at. and then… yeah, matty remembers how well that went.

he remembers the last look on her face before she stormed off.

then it’s just a fog.

his throat feels clogged, his eyes sting but no tears come. matty just lays there, curled up like a pathetic worm, clutching his pillow until seconds or minutes or hours later george re-enters his room.

“right, come on,” he flings the covers off matty, making him feel a sudden draft of cold air. “i’m not getting you breakfast in bed, mate. you’re hungover, not an invalid.”

“‘m not hungry,” matty mumbles. his voice is hoarse and his throat hurts—probably the vomiting—but it’s nothing in comparison to his head. a delayed realisation hits him that he never took the painkillers.

george huffs. “don’t be a diva.” and if matty had any strength he would absolutely be offended by that. then again maybe george doesn’t know the full extent of last night.

“seriously george—”

“matty. you’re going to get out of bed and come to the kitchen. we are going to eat and then we are going to talk about last night.”

well… there goes that. a stubborn side of him wants to be an absolute ass and dig his feet in. say all sorts of mean things to george just so he’d leave. but isn’t that what got him here in the first place? he really isn’t in the position to hurt more people in his life.

like a small child matty drags his feet the entire way to the kitchen, turning his nose up at the food on the table. (even though it looks really good and his stomach does growl now that he can smell the food) george doesn’t egg him on any further. he just motions to the chair and slides a mug of coffee in front of him.

“you said what?”

it’s the eerily calm edge to george’s voice that makes matty shrink in his seat. he does feel better with some food in his stomach, physically at least. but the way george stares at him—eyes cold, lips pressed in a thin line—makes him feel sick to his stomach all over again.

“i said– i– i said it was the first of april, i told her it was a joke.” his voice is a pathetic whisper, words drowned by shame and guilt and self-hatred. matty wishes he could go back in time and undo it all. he won’t say any of it.

he won’t even touch the wine in the first place.

“right after you said i love you.”

“yeah.”

“huh.”

easy for george to say that. it’s not his love life blowing up in his face right now. matty stabs the tomato next to his half-eaten toast, watching it spill its guts onto the plate. red. just like last night.

he remembers that part of it.

“what happened after? how did i… get home?”

george goes a bit silent for a second, not meeting matty’s eyes which sets alarm bells ringing in his head.

“do you really not remember?”

when matty shakes his head, george just sighs and then softly says her name. “she called charli, crying a lot and i figured something went down. i called you–don’t you remember that?” when matty’s blank face gives him the answer, george continues, “you sounded really awful like… you were gasping for breath. i could barely understand you. so i thought i’d pick you up and get you home. i’m glad i did.”

in all of this the only part matty focuses on is her. and that she called charli crying a lot. of course, he thanks george but it’s only half-hearted, distracted. he can’t get the image of it out of his mind—her sobbing on the other end of the phone, barely able to get a word out. it breaks his heart all over again.

he did that.

this is all his fault.

“matty… you have to make it right.”

that’s the biggest problem of it all—he doesn’t know how. what is he supposed to do, call her up and say: hey, so you know how i drunkenly said i love after which i assumed you looked at me with disgust and then i said it was all a joke and you stormed off? well it was not a joke i am seriously in love with you and i don’t know what happens to our friendship after this.

yeah. there’s no way to put it any better.

so he just nods. at least, that way he doesn’t have to answer to george right now. he’s figure out a way to do it later, once he doesn’t feel like a raisin. he’ll figure out a proper plan, build up the courage to call her.

for now matty can only swallow the rest of the now-lukewarm coffee and hope that he can just sleep the rest of the day off.

for three days after that, his messages stay on delivered.

it’s a harrowing process, to pick up his phone and dial her number only for it to go to voicemail after the second ring. almost like she’d stabbed her thumb on the glaring red reject button.

all his messages went unanswered too. all the—

hey

can we talk please?

please!

i just want to say sorry

just hear me out

—all of them ignored, like all his other efforts to reach her through her friends.

day four charli shows up at his doorstep, face twisted in a scowl, eyes like embers ready to singe him if he stepped one toe out of line, mayhem in tow.

the puppy is his last straw. the fact that she sent mayhem back with charli instead of dropping him off herself… matty doesn’t even want to think what that means for him. for them.

he mumbles a quiet “thanks” to charli, afraid of speaking anything louder.

“if it weren’t for george—” she starts and swallows, as if she’s literally swallowing her anger. “nevermind. forget about it.”

and then she leaves him standing at his doorstep like a loser, mayhem’s leash in hand.

much later he realises that the collar is different now, it’s no longer the slightly frayed old brown collar from before. this one is new.

this one is green. a green that matches her hair…

the thought of it makes his throat clog up with tears once again. when had she even had the time to go buy him a new collar? one to match her hair so perfectly? was it before or after he fucked up? matty scratches mayhem behind his ears who lets out a soft little whine and nuzzles him in return. maybe the puppy is sad too, maybe mayhem prefers being with her instead of being with him.

the next few days he spends like a pig in a pigsty, surrounded by his own filth of food cartons and cigarette butts and coke cans. he makes it a mission to call her once every day—all of them go unanswered anyway so what’s the point?

by the time the seventh of april rolls around, matty doesn’t even bother thinking about his birthday anymore—there’s no pointing in celebrating it, he’s not even in the mood right now. one failed celebration is enough.

his friends, of course, have a whole different plan in mind.

jamie shows up at his house the evening of the seventh, not ready to take no for an answer. it’s just a small dinner, he says, only friends and family. (matty knows that’s not true, knows it’s going to be a whole surprise party) but every “no” is met with a gentle refusal to accept it and so ultimately, he gives in and dresses up in his cleanest, least sad shirt. the one that least screams “i took my first shower of the week today”.

jamie, to his credit, tries engaging him in conversation. matty, to his credit, tries not to answer in one syllable words. it gets exhausting real quick though, so they end up spending the rest of the car ride in silence.

everything that happens after is a blur in his mind—the pub looks ordinary from the outside, inconspicuous. everyone yells “surprise!” much like he predicted. matty smiles, cheery and fake. someone hands him a drink, which he tries to refuse but the person is too far away to hear him over the music now. his stomach roils at the thought of being in another pub, in the middle of another birthday party.

he just wants to go home and curl up onto his bed and never move again.

except…

matty’s heart stops when he spots a green head.

he blinks rapidly, about to rub his eyes to make sure he didn’t hallucinate. maybe there are drugs in the air, maybe the (untouched) drink in his hands is actually spiked.

but the green head moves and she steps away from behind george, a glass of some dark cocktail in her hands and her eyes trained on him. matty staggers to a stop, about to drop the glass in his hands.

“hey…” her voice is hesitant, unsure when she first walks up to him. from behind her, george throws matty a look, his brow raised as if to say one chance, matty. better make it right.

of all the things that have happened today, this… this is the real surprise.

matty stands there like an idiot, tongue-tied and wide-eyed, unable to come up with a simple “hi”.

“should we… uh, head outside?” it’s when she points vaguely behind her, to the smoking area, that he realises just how loud it is inside. the consistent beat of the song thumps through his chest, making him feel more anxious than ever. in a daze, he nods and then dutifully follows her outside.

as soon as the door to the smoking area closes behind him, she whirls around, arms crossed in front of her chest, brows knit in an indecipherable expression. “talk.”

oh.

well, that’s what he had said to her hadn’t he? in all the text messages he had sent. that he just wants to talk. he just wants one chance. and now that the chance is here, his mouth's as dry as a desert.

“i was… an idiot, no forget that, i was a real cunt to you. just like you said, i’m so sorry for the awful shit i said, i…” his words come out stilted and awkward. he has no idea where he’s going with this, he only knows he needs to earn her forgiveness somehow.

even if he has to get on his knees.

“i got drunk an–and cruel and said things i didn’t mean—”

“what things?”

“w-what?”

“the things you didn’t mean,” she clears her throat, “what things were they? the part where you said i love you or–or the part where you said it was all a joke?”

matty’s insides feel like jelly all over again. it’s like he’s back where he was a week ago—just a boy, standing in front of the girl he loves, about to say the stupidest thing in the world.

“well?”

“i didn’t mean it as a j–joke.” his voice comes out as a cowardly whisper, high pitched and barely audible. that’s no way to say the things he really wants to say!

gathering all his courage, matty steps closer to her. to his utter surprise, she doesn’t step away.

“it wasn’t a joke, what i said to you. i—” he chokes, nervously running a hand through his hair, wondering what the slight widening of her eyes means out of the million possibilities his brain’s already conjured up.

“i know i was drunk and barely making sense but i meant it… i meant all of it.”

slowly, she uncrosses her arms, letting them dangle at her sides. the crease between her brows relaxes too. suddenly, it’a her taking a step forward until they’re toe-to-toe and she has to tilt her chin up to look him in the eyes. the moonlight shines bright on her face, the glitter gleams on her eyelids, and for a moment matty is completely awestruck.

how is he meant to find words when she leaves him so completely tongue-tied?

“and what’s ‘it’, huh?”

the faint ringing in his ears starts up all over again and music from inside the pub floats through the walls, mellowed and somehow peaceful. this is it, he thinks. he fucked it up once, he absolutely cannot do it again.

“i meant i… i love you. not as a friend. i mean n-no, of course, i love you as a friend but i also meant it as something more. not that you have to reciprocate! i just–it’s just what i feel—”

the rest of his words die on his lips. get cut off by someone else’s lips more like it. her lips. against his.

matty’s eyes resemble wide saucers until her arms wrap around him, fingers tangling into his hair. her nails brushing against his scalp is what makes his body relax and suddenly matty’s kissing her back.

tenderly, he holds her cheek, tucking away stray hair behind her ear. his other hand rests on her waist, too hesitant to grip her tightly but too scared to just let go. as if once he lets go of her, she’ll float away, far away from him again, out of his reach. matty’s sure she can feel his heart hammering in his chest. he’s not super proud of it but the kiss makes him forget all about being embarrassed.

the feel of her tongue lighting teasing his lips is all that matters.

she makes a sound at the back of her throat, almost a… moan and pulls away abruptly, looking shy all of a sudden.

matty touches his lips with trembling fingers.

“was that too—”

“are you joking?!” if he though his voice was breathy before, it has nothing on what he sounds like now. the sound that comes out of him is hoarse, like he’s struggling to breathe and it’s making him feel dizzy. the good kind of dizzy. “so i fucked up, majorly, might i add! and i get rewarded with a kiss?!”

she giggles, all anger from before melting away right in front of his eyes. “it was more to shut you up honestly, you would have been here all night. rambling.”

for the first time in a week, matty can finally breathe, can finally feel the blood in his veins flow again. for the first time in a week, matty feels like a person again. “it wasn’t a reward. just because you’re pretty and a good kisser doesn’t mean i’ll forgive you so quickly.”

matty grins, “you think i’m pretty?” and promptly gets punched in the arm.

it takes them a moment to stop giggling, but when they finally sober up, she turns serious again. “seriously though, matty, it hurt me a lot, what you did. i think… i think i can set it aside for tonight but i’m going to need some time to figure things out.

matty nods. of course, he knows the impact his words must have had. shame and guilt blooms deep within him, strong and acrid.

“don't forgive me yet, love. forgive me when i earn it. forgive me when you think i’m worthy of it.”

when she kisses him again, it’s deeper than the last time. her entire body is pressed against his, so warm and soft in arms, exactly like he’s imagined countless times before. he can’t stop himself—can’t stop him from finally holding onto her waist, hand sliding down to her ass. can’t stop himself from pushing her back till her back hits the wall and a soft gasp leaves her mouth. every nerve ending in his body is on hyperdrive. everywhere she touches, electricity zings through him.

matty slides his tongue in her mouth, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth and soothing the sting away with his tongue. every time he feels her shiver, matty presses further into her. he just wants more and more and more—more than he can do here and now on this balcony.

all his friends are inside for fucks sake.

“you can start now,” she teases, smiling roguishly against his mouth. “you’d look quite nice on your knees, i think.”

blood simmers under his skin, rushing south all at once and this time it’s matty who shivers, struggling to stand upright.

“yeah? that what you want, sweetheart?”

“take me home, please,” she says. and matty agrees in a heartbeat.

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boxofoxberry · 12 days

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origins au anyone?

designs are not final but i have a lot of stuff planned out already ,,, hopefully i'll have the motivation to draw more of it heehee

brief au details under the cut <3

the roles i have planned so far are

jesse: elytrian

JJ (male jesse! they r siblings in this au): bee

axel: shulk

olivia: arachnid

petra: blazeborn

lukas: feline

ivor: phantom

soren: enderian

gabriel: wolf

aiden: avian

maya: slime

gill: merling

radar: enderian

the story follows a 3-life system (meaning a character can die 3 times before they die For Good)

the witherstorm arc isn't the witherstorm arc anymore. more like ivor accidentally starts a war between end-origins and nether-origins to prove to the world that the ender dragon's influence over end creatures is still around. this escalates and eventually leads to the spirit of the wither and the spirit of the ender dragon being summoned through the command block to join the war

jesse is more than a simple elytrian, but they don't know How. elytrians are rare as it is, but they Know that something is different about them compared to regular elytrians. something important. and they're on the brink of driving themselves crazy trying to figure it out

the wither and the ender dragon know what's different about jesse, and use that knowledge against them

petra still gets sick but a) it's not wither sickness, b) it's caused by an entirely different thing altogether, c) it has different effects, is slower and gets worse overtime. it barely presents itself through the war arc and more shows itself afterwards

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #petra mcsm #jesse mcsm #lukas mcsm #mcsm origins au #feel free to ask questions about it in my askbox!! i might doodle the responses #also side note i swear i'll get to the rest of the requests soon <3 #been playin origins a lot. if you can tell

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emeraldenha · 1 year

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SAY MY NAME.

pairing: han yujin x gn!reader | genre: high school au, opposites attract trope, fluff | w/c: +3.9k words | warnings: nothing but fluff <3

for years han yujin has been harboring a crush on his childhood friend

from the day he first met them as seat mates in middle school to the day they moved away to now, those gradually blossoming feelings have never wilted out like the dying flowers he thought they’d become

transitioning to high school was tough without them, but when he finally learnt to open up to others, he thrived

he made new friends, became more popular among his classmates, all while still being the cute and shy boy he’d always been

though in the back of his mind, he’d be up at night wondering if he’d ever run into his childhood friend again

maybe it was wishful thinking, but he missed having someone in his life who he saw so much of himself in

someone with similar interests, quirks, and heart

a person that’s… the complete opposite of you

ever since he first saw you walk into the classroom with your nose held high in your textbooks, the cold and studious first impression has yet to wash away

you didn’t answer to anyone unless it was school related, not a care in the world about what people thought of you

yujin could never relate to that

your only goal was to be the top student, and secondary to that was anything else that’d make a pretty addition to your résumé

the day your two paths crossed was on your first day as second years

that morning, yujin was talking to his best friend, park gunwook, in the hallway

“yujin, did you hear we’re getting a new transfer student?”

the boy shakes his head

“hopefully they’re nice. I’ll probably have to show them around, help them adjust, all that stuff,” gunwook continues, which spirals into a ramble of all the responsibilities he’ll have when he’s inevitably re-elected as class president

yujin just hums in agreement, twisting the cap off his plastic water bottle and taking a sip

the two eventually reach their classroom

and sitting in one of the seats is a face he’d recognize anywhere

it’s none other than his childhood friend… they’re back

he chokes on his water and bursts into a fit of coughs that draws everyone’s attention, including their’s

the new transfer student is his childhood friend… how is he supposed to approach them, speak to them, act around them…

he gets so flustered that he turns around to leave and run out of the room

not noticing you were already walking in through the propped open door with your eyes down in the midst of reading a book

one thing leads to another, and before yujin can prevent himself from the mess he’s about to cause, his hand is already squeezing around the open water bottle out of shock and water splashes onto your uniform and the fresh pages of your book

you’re scarily still for the first few seconds, so much that yujin feels a chill run down his spine

it’s like his life just flashed before his eyes

“are you serious?” you say through gritted teeth, your glare burning into his skull like flames

yujin doesn’t have the guts to say anything, which only makes you more aggravated

you take a step forward and open your mouth to chew him out but gunwook wedges himself between the two of you

“come on, y/n, don’t be too harsh on him. he didn’t mean for this to happen,” gunwook says, trying to remedy the situation

you’re not pleased by that in the slightest

gunwook quickly takes off his blazer and hands it out to you as a peace offering

but you only scoff at it and shake your head. “I don’t need your help, park.”

you push him out of the way and stand face to face with yujin

“don’t you owe me an apology?”

he hesitates for a moment, still in panic mode, but you shut him down before he can even get a word in

“forget it. you’re not worth my time.”

tossing the damp book into the trash can, you storm out of the classroom and not once do you look back

and yujin thinks to himself, from that day on, he’ll avoid you at all costs

in the months following the incident, yujin does just that

if he sees you, he’ll walk in the opposite direction

if you so much as turn your head his way, he’ll steer clear of all eye contact

instead, he concentrates on mustering up the courage to confess to his long term crush, his reunited friend from his middle school years

though in all honesty, a lot has changed even in the short time they’ve been gone

they haven’t exactly reconnected like he anticipated, but it’s not like they’re total strangers either

he understands that they’re no longer in the same social circles, no longer attached to the hip, no longer conversing over the same talking points like they used to

but he still wants to give himself a chance to confess before it’s too late

with both the help and motivation from gunwook, yujin comes up with the perfect plan

he retrieves a carton of chocolate milk—their favorite—from the cafeteria and writes a note in the pink origami heart he learned how to make the night prior

meet me by the field after school! -h.yj

time feels painfully longer when having to wait for it to pass

yujin rocks his heels back and forth on the ground, checking the notifications on his phone that he’s already been scrolling through for the past five minutes

he wanted to be the one to arrive at the field first, but his nerves were only amplifying in an echo chamber of anxiety

“what do you want?”

he jumps from the abruptness of your voice but gets even more surprised when he realizes it’s you

he lets out an awkward cough and quietly says, “oh, sorry, I’m waiting for someone.”

you pull out the unfolded origami heart from your pocket

“so this wasn’t you?”

yujin does a double take, eyes widening as his mistake was staring at him straight in the face

he had somehow set the chocolate milk and the note on the wrong desk

“no, it was me. you’re the one I was waiting for,” he lies, attempting to make it seem as if he was joking earlier

he has to hold himself back from grimacing

why was it always so hard for him to own up to his feelings? shout out to the world that he has a crush and is currently messing that up?

you quirk an eyebrow. “what is it then?”

yujin falls silent and he can already tell your patience is running thin

he doesn’t know how to respond, other than with the truth, and blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind as you say

“look, I’m not interested—”

“can you tutor me?”

“you want me to tutor you?” you repeat

“yes, of course, you’re the smartest one in our class.”

“what subject?”

“umm… everything?”

“are you seriously failing all your classes?”

“yes…?”

“why do you sound so unsure of yourself?”

yujin gulps. “it’s just a little embarrassing to admit, I guess.”

“well, I was planning to take a break from tutoring this year, but if you’re really in need of help, I can make an exception.” you pull out a business card from the front pocket of your bag. “this has all my contact information and tutoring rates. we can figure out whatever meeting times are convenient for the both of us later. sound good?”

he gives you a wordless nod of affirmation, and with that, his fate is sealed

you turn around to leave

however, unlike the last encounter, you look back

“hey, what’s your name again?”

“yujin, han yujin,” he nearly stutters out his own name

you curtly nod, walking away while quietly mumbling his name as a reminder to remember it

yujin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, wonder what he just got himself into

the first meet is on a monday at the library after school

to put it shortly, it’s a disaster

“weren’t you the one that asked me to tutor you? I wouldn’t have agreed if I knew you’d get this distracted.”

yujin couldn’t focus in the slightest

he didn’t want to be there, which was unfortunate since he could’ve used this as an actual opportunity to boost up his class rank

yet he wanted to be living his life, putting off his studies until the last minute like he normally does

he tells himself to put up with all your complaints and scoldings just to appease you, but it only leads to him reaching his breaking point about a whopping three meetings later

“I lied.”

“great, now finish your practice questions.”

yujin grunts in a fit of frustration. “aren’t you curious as to what I lied about?”

“not really. you can tell me after you finish your practice questions.”

you won’t hear him out otherwise, so he does as told

you check the worksheet, marking all the incorrect answers before setting down your red pen and resting your chin in the palm of your hand with boredom

“I’m listening.”

“the note I gave you to meet me at the field that day… it was actually meant for someone else.”

“so you were planning to confess to someone.”

“yes,” yujin confirms before a wave of confusion hits his face. “wait, what? you knew?”

you shrug. “it was more of a heavy suspicion with the heart and the chocolate milk. but you were the one that asked for tutoring so I couldn’t say no to a client.”

“but you practically knew I was lying! I thought you hated people wasting your time.”

“I do. it’s what I hate more than anything. I only accepted because I need the money.” you stand up and begin to pack your belongings. “now that everything’s all cleared up, we can go our separate ways, right?”

“no!” yujin shouts, garnering weird looks from everyone in the library

feeling embarrassed with all the eyes drawn to you, you decide to leave anyways

and yujin finds himself chasing after you

at first, there’s not much rhyme or reason as to why, just a lingering ambiguity of regret and general instinct

though as he catches up to you towards the front of the school, he starts to piece together what it is that he’s feeling

the thing about yujin is that he never goes out of his way to make things right

if he makes a mistake, then he’ll ignore the entire situation all together until the remorse and responsibility fade away

that’s what he’s always been doing with you, cowardly entering and exiting your personal space without permission and then having nothing to make up for it

he yells for you to wait up, but you don’t stop in your tracks until he runs faster and blocks your path

you roll your eyes. “what?”

yujin catches his breath. “look, I’m sorry for being a nuisance. I want to apologize by working harder. I’ll pay more attention this time and get my grades up.”

“you don’t have to pity me. I’ll still survive with or without the tutoring money.”

“I’m not pitying you! I know I didn’t come into this with the best intentions, but I’ll make your time worth it, I promise.”

to you, his words may not bear much weight, but you decide to give him one last chance. if things started going south, then hopefully he’d get the hint and you could drop him for good

“we start again the day after tomorrow. don’t be late.”

while your doubt initially overtook any faith you had in the boy, yujin turns out to be better than you thought he was

you figure out he’s not failing all his classes like he had exaggeratedly claimed before

he’s more of a decent student that could use a good push, and once you help him tap into his potential, yujin actually begins to see an improvement in his grades

little by little, you even find other aspects of your life seeping into his too

such as eating lunch together

it wasn’t a daily must, but yujin felt bad constantly seeing you eat lunch by yourself, despite your protests of enjoying the solitude

it started with him calling you over to ask questions on the class material, and then slowly evolved into him inviting you over with no particular reason at all

as his best friend, gunwook would be there as well

“park.”

“hello to you too, l/n.”

yujin can’t help but snort, eating his lunch in amusement. “you guys are still so formal with each other.”

“competition is competition. I’m going to outrank you someday, l/n,” gunwook declares with a playful smirk

you only rest your head on the desk, using your arms as a cushion

“try me, park. try me.”

“you’re not going to eat?” yujin points out

“forgot to bring anything. was too tired from work last night.”

yujin takes a snack from his lunch bag and taps your arm with it before placing it on the desk

reluctantly, you accept the offering

“how do you do it?” gunwook queries. “my parents don’t allow me to have a part-time job, because they want my main priority to be school and the debate team.”

you sigh. “I work hard because if I don’t, then what else do I have? making friends and going out doing nonsense is for the people who have the time and money to afford it.”

albeit a bit hurt, yujin appears more puzzled than disappointed by your answer

“doing nonsense? you mean having fun?”

you continue on explaining, ignoring his comment, “I used to do my regular tutoring schedule and my part-time job last year, but it became too exhausting. some students are just a piece of work.”

“except me, right?”

you give him a small nod, lips curling upward just a fraction, but even that makes yujin’s heart skip a beat. “thankfully, you’re one of the better ones.”

for the majority of the lunch period, gunwook’s the one to actually keep you entertained, the two of you casually engaging in an academic conversation that has yujin lost in his own thoughts

“but seriously, y/n, you need to relax sometimes. you’ll get burnt out if you keep going like this,” gunwook says, tapping below his eye to refer to your dark circles

yujin begins to notice just how tired you are, the layers of fatigue sewn into your skin

and it’s in that moment a lightbulb goes off in his head

“oh, I have a good idea! y/n, can we cancel our tutoring session later today?”

“no,” you instantly shut him down, resulting in him childishly sulking

“can we do something after then? it’ll be a surprise!”

‘I hate surprises’ is what you want to say, but his pleading eyes oddly have an effect on you

and that’s how he lures you into a rare afternoon detour

“an arcade?”

“yeah!” he cheers, then studies your wary reaction. “you’ve never been?”

you give him a pointed look. “what do you think the answer to that question is?”

yujin pouts, rambling on and on about how he knew this wasn’t exactly your scene but was still baffled to the fact you’ve never stepped foot into an arcade in your life

he brings this up when you majorly lose to him in air hockey, dance dance revolution, and every game under the sun

your reflexes are some of the worse he’s ever seen

however, you still let him explain the rules each time and don’t get upset when you crash and burn, so he appreciates your efforts to try and understand the experience

then lastly, he guides you towards the line of claw machines, peering at the prizes inside each one

he asks if there’s anything you’re interested in, but you just let him choose

he goes with one filled with pastel colored stuff animals, aiming for a baby blue bunny that he ends up completely missing

“do you want to give it a try?” he asks but inserts the cash and ushers you forward before you’ve even decided yet

toying with the buttons experimentally, you give it your best shot

“ah, that was so close!” yujin’s hands shoot up to weave through his hair as you almost had it

“stupid machine,” you mutter, kicking the bottom of it with your sneaker. “aren’t these things just money suckers? what’s so fun about them?”

“you’re just saying that because you didn’t win.”

“oh, I’ll win,” you say with determination, your competitive side finally taking over

yujin goes around analyzing the side angles and directing you where to move the claw, and while you don’t verbal respond, he can see by the claw movements that you’re listening to him

once it’s aligned to your liking, you watch as it drops and barely latches onto the bunny’s ear, miraculously holding on enough to release it right into the prize box in the corner

yujin audibly celebrates the success more than you do, but there’s prominent sense of accomplishment you throughly enjoy

you retrieve the stuffed bunny and shove it in his hand. “here.”

he tries to give it back but you stubbornly refuse to take it from him

“don’t you want to keep it? you won it, after all,” he says

“I don’t really care for stuffed animals. it kind of looks like you though, so consider it yours. think of it as a gift for improving your test scores.”

he innocently holds the stuffed bunny up to his face. “it looks like me?”

you laugh, and yujin thinks it’s the most beautiful laugh he’s ever heard

you teasingly tilt your head and put a finger on your chin, an action so out of character that he’s almost memorized by it

“hmm… maybe the bunny’s a little cuter.”

a chuckle escapes from yujin’s lips and his eyes refuse to leave the ground

but when he looks back up again, he’s met by your warm and comforting expression, a side he’s never seen of you before

and while the moment passes and the day comes to an end, you’re the last thing on his mind that night and the first thing the next morning

then in the following weeks, thinking of you becomes routine

it makes him reflect on why he held onto his previous crush for so long, because you’re nothing like them yet the way he feels about you is stronger than anything he’s ever felt before

his entire life, yujin’s always been stuck in his comfort zone

and he thought that to like someone, the more things they have in common, the better

yujin thinks about how you both have opposite upbringings, opposite hobbies, opposite personalities, and how none of that really matters to him

in fact, it’s one of the main reasons he’s grown to like you so much

he likes letting you into his world, and his heart flutters when you let him into yours

whether it’s you telling him about your favorite books or the kind of music you listen to when you study, he wants to know it all

one day, he searches his room for the book he had bought all those months ago

it ignites a sense of nostalgia in him when he finds it, the memory now feeling so distant considering how far your relationship has developed since

though when he gifts it to you, he doesn’t quite get the reaction he’s expecting

“oh, thanks. how did you know I needed a new copy?”

yujin’s almost dumbfounded by the question

“because… I was the one that ruined the original… I got water all over it, remember? I actually bought the new one not too long after everything happened, but I was too scared to give it to you.”

“oh, that was you?” there’s a small glimpse of guilt in your eyes for not remembering. “sorry, I’ve never been good with names and faces.”

“but you remembered gunwook’s name back then. you called him park.”

“because he’s class president and a high ranking student. you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” you say half-jokingly

“are you only interested in people like gunwook?”

“well, I wouldn’t say that. I like you, don’t I?”

yujin’s face can’t help but glow a bright red

he knows you don’t mean it as a confession, though a part of him wishes he could’ve poured his heart out right then and there nonetheless

and that’s not the only instance where he gets that inclination

it’s the very thing that eats away at him until he finally plans to act on it

he waits until the end of the semester for final exams to be over so he doesn’t accidentally overwhelm or burden you while you’re already stressed out

“is it just me or am I getting déjà vu?” is the first thing you say when you meet him in the familiar location by the field

his stance is awkward, smile crooked, and his hands are stiffly hidden behind his back

there’s a brief pause in the air as he mentally prepares himself again and again with what he had practiced beforehand

firstly, an icebreaker

“so, what are you doing over break?”

you rack your brain for a second. “probably just picking up more shifts at work. nothing interesting.”

“I’ll be able to visit you though, right?”

“sure,” you say with an airy laugh at his eager tone, “I mean, we can just hang out whenever too, but I’m guessing that’s not what you brought me here to talk about.”

you’re about to confront him on his weird posture, but he abruptly beats you to the punch

“close your eyes and hold your hand out,” he instructs

“why?”

“just do it.”

yujin nervously places a small item in the center of your palm and covers it up by folding your fingers to form a fist around it

when he tells you to open your eyes again, you curiously unravel your fingers and look at it with a blank expression

“why are you giving me your name tag?”

“you really don’t know what it means?” yujin slowly asks, scratching the nape of his neck. “then it means nothing, sorry for bothering you!”

he tries to to end the conversation at that, but you hook a hand around his wrist to prevent him from walking away

“yujin,” you call out his name softly, “just be honest with me.”

he freezes, and it feels like an eternity has passed until—with a sudden splurge of confidence—he holds your hand that was originally on his wrist and takes a step closer to you

“when someone gives a person their name tag, it means that they like them.”

it’s right there he realizes he’ll remember this moment forever, because it’s the first time he’s ever made you speechless

he uses the hand not intertwined with yours to point at your cheeks

“y/n, are you blushing?”

you immediately swat his hand away. “no, I’m not.”

he stares at you patiently for a proper response to his confession, an annoying grin plastered on his face like he’s taunting the answer out of you

silently, you remove the name tag from your blazer and place it in his palm

“can I hear your answer aloud?”

that makes you snap your head up and gently push him by the shoulder. “hey, you technically didn’t say it outright either!”

yujin bursts out into laughter, but once the atmosphere becomes quiet again, it’s his turn to blush

“I like you, y/n. I really, really like you.”

you give his hand a light squeeze. “and I really, really like you too, han yujin.”

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Leon is so happy to meet other versions of himself at the @tmntaucompetition, Cleo on the other hand? Not so much, he's going through stuff and it's bad enough he's having to deal with Leon and Him. But Leon thinks it might be good exposure.... Hopefully there won't be any bloodshed

--------- “Bro, can't you just chill,? Leo whines. “Your not even 26 yet and I can already see the wrinkles in your face from the resting bitch face you keep sporting”

Leo turns his head to the side, amber eyes narrowing at him, “chill?” He echoes, turns fully to Leon now, “it’s bad enough I have to deal with you and him, but now there’s more of us?”

Leo drags his hands down his face with a groan and Leon catches the slight shake in his limbs. Brows furrowing, Leon adjusts his stance, shoulders drawing back as he fingers the scalpel that’s hidden in his wrappings, ready and waiting.

Keeping his voice low Leon speaks slowly. “It’s not a big deal, their not going to be here for long”

Leo digs his fingers into his skin and lets off a sharp hiss as he hunches his shoulders.

Leon curses and edges out from behind the settee and warily steps closer, “hey” he waits for a solid 5 seconds before the older slider lifts his head, and he hates the look the other is giving him.

His distorted pupils have retracted into slits, and a chill runs through Leon; he suddenly feels like he’s prey and those predators were locked onto him. He desperately tries to remember what he saw the other peepaws do when Leo gets like this, hell Leons sure Casey would have a better understanding of how to help his counterpart.

A low growl ripples out, shattering the quietness that had filled the room. Shit, he thinks, he stares down at the predator.

He feels a tug on his ninpo and dread fills him. He needs to defuse this situation as quickly as he can.

Leon’s eye catches onto a cup of water sitting on the table, eyes dart back and forth between the slider and the water, he’s seen Tello do the same and it worked then, sure Tello had to hide for a few hour a until Leo calmed down and stopped hunting him but it still worked.

He’s just hoping it’ll work now.

He edges toward the table as casually as he could, makes sure he’s out of arm reaches and keeps his tone soft.

“Look i'm going to be real with you, I’ve never been good on the whole “self help” stuff,” Leon air quotes, “but I know the usual process of getting people to calm down from panic attacks won’t usually work on you and I’d really like to not knock you out if I can help it”

Once he’s close, he inches his fingers closer to the cup; those irregular eyes were locked into his own, it unsettles him but if the older wasn’t looking at what his hands are doing then that’s fine.

Like magicians, it’s all about misleading.

Cup firmly in his hand he steps forward.

“So it’s either you let me help you calm down. Or I go get Tello, hell even Casey ” he’s a little disappointed name dropping Casey didn’t get a reaction out of him.

Sharp eyes peek out from his fingers, Leo’s golden eyes are a stark contrast to his black mask, making them all the more piercing as they stare into Leon’s very being.

When he’s met with no other reaction, Leon carries on, “okay that’s good, I’m probably the last person you wanna see but there’s nothing I can do.”

“And hey, I’m sorry” he grins and throws the cup of water at his counterpart's face, the slider flings back with a hiss and lands on his backside.

Leon waits with a bated breath, as Leo stares up at him, eye blinking while the water drips from his face. It takes a few seconds for either one of them to speak.

“What. The hell” Leo growls and Leon can’t take him seriously when he looks like a grumpy wet cat.

Faking casual Leo shrugs nonchalantly and sets the cup down, “shouldn’t have hissed at me then” even as he speaks he’s still creeping away, those same amber eyes narrowed into slits, and he sees the way the eldest slider's body tenses up.

Eugh boy

“Y’know, I’m curious” Leo gets up slowly, water droplets hitting his plastron and onto the floor. “I don’t remember how fast I used to be when I was younger” Leo regrets everything up until this point when he sees a smile twist onto Leo’s face, sharp white canines glisten in the light.

“You sure you won’t pop a hip” unable to hold back a snark, Leon regards him.

“Wanna test it?” His voice is low and menacing and Leo could see the sadistic look in his eyes.

“I just suddenly remembered Donnie wants me, so how about we test this some other time m’kay?” Grinning Leo turns and legs it with his counterpart hot on his tail.

“I shoulda just let you suffer!” Leo yelps just as a hand missed reaching out for him.

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