#i can try to dig up some other drawings if u want

[zeltqz]

RIDE ME .ᐟ ft koko, ran, hanma, rindou, sanzu —picture whoever u want 🙈

“Hm?”

He’s vaguely distracted by the wet patch on your panties the longer he plays with your clit, trailing his eyes up to your stomach. 

“What would you think of gettin’ a tattoo of my name, right there ?” 

He points to the right of your belly button, just touching above your pelvis. 

“I—uh, a tattoo? With your name?”

“Yeah.” He bends down to kiss that spot, your muscles contract as shivers race through your body. “Jus’ my name. How’s that sound, huh?”

“Sounds—” Your head throws itself back when his other hand slips through your panties, spreading two fingers through your folds to gather your slick. 

“Damn, this wet already? Didn’t even do anything yet.” He laughs against your stomach, sucking some skin into his mouth before letting go. 

You shiver when his fingers skim at your pussy, spreading your folds with two fingers. “uh…I—”

“Yeah? You what?”

Your sentence catches in your throat when his lips kiss down from your stomach to your pussy, tongue tickling along your slit. 

“Always tastes so good .”

His voice is nothing but sinful, carnal desire rolling deep within the depths of your belly when his lips seal your clit, sucking it hollowly into his mouth. 

You squeal his name, shooting up from the couch to grip onto his hair, on the verge of ripping his hair from the roots. 

His fingers circle the edge of your hole, giving your clit a break as his tongue begins lapping at the wetness from your cunt, spreading it along your thighs, kissing and biting the flesh whilst thrusting a finger inside you.

“Nuh-uh, open your legs for me, don’t hide—” You obey his words, desperately trying to keep your legs open as a second finger slips inside you. 

Your heart stutters five times in your chest, unceremoniously dragging his hair towards you, pulling him forward as the overwhelming heat coils between your legs. 

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck yes! There—jus—just like that—” 

You’re close to drawing blood with how hard you’re digging your teeth into your lips.

As if to add fuel to the fire, as his fingers scour your insides, desperately pushing you over the edge, he’s one handedly tugging your shirt up, beckoning you to hold it up with both hands, taking a nipple into his mouth, pulling a reedy sob from your swollen lips when his tongue flicks at it.

“ Fuck me—” You noisily cry out when he seals his mouth around your nipple, when his fingers do a wicked curl upwards, pressing into a spot that has you seeing stars and spitting profanities. 

“You want my cock, huh?” 

He laughs when you nod rapidly, pressing one last kiss to your nipple before he’s pulling his fingers out in favour of tugging his cock free from his pants, fisting at it, squeezing precum from the tip.

You never fail to hide your reactions everytime you see his dick; it having scared you the first time he’d fucked you with it. It’s so pretty, and your mouth salvates at the thought of having it deep in your throat, choking around it as he fucks your face.

“Wanna ride me? Feelin’ kinda lazy today.” He drawls, slow and lazy, lounging against the couch without waiting for your answer. 

It’s so amusing the way you scramble upwards, moving to straddle him, hands wrapping over his and jerk him off slowly.

He groans at the feeling, head thrown back and you can’t resist , taking that opportunity to suck at the base of his neck, sliding your tongue along the smooth surface all the way up to his ear. 

“Do you have a condom?” You mutter against the curve of his earlobe, biting down softly enough to pull a chuckle from his lips.

“Nah. I can pull out though.”

“You sure?” You’re leaning back regardless, adjusting his cock against your cunt, positioning the head at your entrance, then sink down slowly. “Oh—”

His hands fly to your hips, steadying you there before you go crazy on his dick. The tight grip of his hands never fails to make you whimper, giving you that motivation to sink lower to just feel his fingers dig into your skin more. 

“ Shit .” He moans when your walls clamp down on him, dragging you up by the grip on your hips, then slamming you back down. 

Your eyes snap shut at the fast-paced back and forth pace he’s set, bouncing you easily on his cock. The couch protests beneath you both, scraping against the wooden floors each time your hips slam down against his.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles against the curve of your face, one big hand sliding from your hips to your ass, kneading and squeezing it between his fingers as you squeal into his ear. 

“I—I’m gonna—” You pant shakily, one hand grabbing onto the back of the couch for support, the other wrapping around his neck.

“Cum? You gonna cum for me, right?” He grunts out, sucking at your bottom lip as his thrusts hit even deeper , impossibly deeper, and you’re left writhing above him, skin heating briskly as you chase your climax.

“C’mon—you want it, don’t you?” he goads against your lips, tenderly licking at your bottom lip long enough before you release your firm grip on the couch, cupping his face and kissing him raggedly, sliding your tongue in to plunder his mouth, fucking the vessel sensually.

You cry out when he spanks you again, dragging you forwards and backwards on his cock, stimulating your cunt from every angle.

“I’m cumming —!” Your vision fades as you dig your face into his shoulder, hips jerking as you come undone on his cock, tears flowing down your face as he gives you one last final thrust before lifting you up, cumming on your lower back.

#✰ : tr #i was bored with writers block so enjoy this trash #—tr </3 #sanzu x reader #sanzu smut #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu imagines #haruchiyo sanzu x #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fics #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo smut #ran x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokyorev x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou x reader #haitani ran smut #ran smut #ran haitani smut #kokonoi x reader #koko x reader #kokonoi smut #rindou smut #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma smut #hanma x reader

[user-rui]

Dominant!Seme!Male!Reader x Submissive!Uke!Male!Insert - Part 2

(U/n) = Uke name

(Y/n) = Your name

Here's the second part to this story.

A simple, smutty short story. Will contain BDSM. I did the opposite earlier in the book, but I think it's time to do it the other way around. The scenario I'm imagining is like the uke is a 'pet', and the seme is a master, just so that you can better understand the story. They're still in a romantic relationship, but they enjoy sex this way.

-Narrator's Pov-

"Inside you? But there's already two toys inside you, I won't fit," You stated as you began to strip, letting your own monster of a cock free from the confinements of your pants. "You want me to put it in with everything else right?" You said, your voice sounding very sarcastic.

"N-no~! I-I'll break if.. If you dooo~!" He cried, looking back to see your erect member. He squealed and looked back at the bed, both excited and scared. "Maybe if you push the tail out, I can put mine in. I'll give you three minutes, just using your ass, see if you can push the tail out. And if you don't..." You trailed, brushing your tip against the entrance, making the other whimper in fear at what you would do. (U/n) began to push the toy out, making distressed and pleasured noises as he squeezed his ass, trying to get the toy out.

"You have a minute."

The smaller male cried out and tried harder, more tears forming in the corners of his eyes as managed to get it out just in time. "Well done," You chuckled, getting onto the bed and behind the other, rubbing your member a little and applying some lube. "(Y-y/n)... V-vibrator..." (U/n) panted, whining a little as he felt the smaller toy still deep inside. "W-wait..! Vibrator!"

"Why wait? I'm sure you can handle a vibrator along with my cock," You seductively said as you trailed a finger over his back, making him shiver at the touch. Without further warning, you shoved your member inside of the other, until you were balls deep.

You let out a pleasured sigh as the vibrator came into contact with your sensitive organ, and you grabbed the remote to turn the toy onto the highest setting, making (U/n) arch his back and let out loud and lewd moan. You had began to pound from the near beginning of inserting your member into the other's wet core, pounding mercilessly as he cried and groaned, making music to your ears.

It fueled you to go faster, harder, until the smaller male lost his voice. "I told you, Ngh.. You can handle it~" You said, panting heavily from the amount of force being used. You held onto his waist, slightly digging your nails into the other's soft skin as you pulled him towards you with every thrust, harshly pushing the toy against (U/n)'s prostate.

"AHHHHH~!!" He screeched, his voice breaking at several points as you felt him tighten and shudder violently. "Dry orgasm, hm~?" You groan, not stopping your movements, even though the smaller male was practically a corpse underneath you. (U/n) was a moaning mess, and a mess in general.

His (uke hair colour) locks were messily scattered, and even a bit wet from all the tears and saliva that was overflowing out of him. He shook whenever you pushed into him, and he didn't have the energy to even grip the sheets anymore.

"P-pwease... N-n-need... C-cum..." He mumbled, his eyes were lidded and his tongue was sticking out. He mumbled some more, weakly shaking his head in protest as you felt your orgasm draw near. You were grunting as you sped up, closing your eyes in pure bliss, feeling your orgasm come.

You let a satisfied moan escape your mouth as you let your semen flow into the smaller male, making his eyes widen at the sudden feeling of warm liquid invading his ass. 

You reached down to remove the metal ring, which was covered in pre cum, and almost immediately, you could feel (U/n) member twitching violently as his seed spilled all over the blankets. The smaller male arched his back and let out a lewd moan as he rode out his orgasm.

"That was amazing," You huffed out, catching your breath from the intensity of the release. "Don't you agree?" You looked at the other male with a puzzled expression when you didn't get a response.

Even though he was still twitching and jerking at times, (U/n) was beyond exhausted and was definitely not going to wake up any time soon. You chuckled and turned off the vibrator, removing it from the other's ass.

You took off the cuffs and got up to go to the washroom to get something to quickly wash the other off. After changing the bed sheets for the back up one's you keep in the closet, you slipped into bed, holding the other close to you. "Good night, (U/n). I love you," You mumbled, feeling the tiredness of the previous activity kick in. Best sex ever... You thought as a tired smile appeared on your face before you drifted off to sleep, feeling your lover's warmth next to you.

#cross posted on ao3 #original story #reader insert #seme male reader #bxb #yaoi bl #yaoi smut #x reader #top male reader #smut #oneshot #original content #bxb smut #yaoi #bdsmplay

[samodivaa]

I need you more than I want to

Soldier Boy x Reader

Jealousy changes you — it completely shifts your mind and paradigm. It makes your brain cloudy with anger, unable to think clear. His eyes are full of language, but what kind of lover is he? With all this love and no words for it?

Words - 3700

Warnings - lot of smut, angst, rough!Ben, bl00d k1nk, choking, fingering, degradation, breeding

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Set after the threesome with Bucky, Double Satisfaction

(no need to read it to understand the plot)

Ben is just jealous and rough af after Bucky made u feel good :0

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Ben needed some time alone. He tried to deny the truth, deny that maybe Bucky is maybe a better lover, pushing his desires to just fuck you aside and tucking them somewhere in the back of his mind until they were less fresh…until he could control the animalistic urges, he tried at least.

„ Hey, what-ts’ gotten into you? “ you say, carefully setting the knife down on the counter as you feel him against your back.

„ Shut up, doll “ he scolds, fingers finding their way on both sides of your hips, drawing soft circles as they travel up towards your waist.

„Oh? Ben, if the threesome was such a bad as an experience for you, why didn’t you tell me, it’s been a week- “

„Who said it was?“ he finishes, leaning down to bring his mouth to the back of your neck, tongue purposely likening the skin, you groan as blood drips hot and thick down your neck - breath hitching as you try to swallow while Ben sucks greedily. The pace is agonizing, his tongue dragging lines across your wounded skin – you moan under your breath, the feeling causing your knees to wobble.

You can't even feel the pain, your brain turns it into pleasure as you hear a moan of elation and satisfaction escaping his mouth, he loves tasting you.

„I am yours, you know that?“

„What the hell is wrong with you, why are you so–“ you whine as you try to rip away from his grip; you manage to turn around, facing him.

„So what?“ He squints his eyes at you, studying your expression.

„–not acting like yourself“ His lips softly brush against yours, the hum of your chests reverberating against each other, breasts push into his chest. Ben feels his rising manhood beginning to push into your leg, he is sure you can feel it too „What’s wrong with you today?“ You ask, your lashes fluttering softly; to not squirm away from his touch, it always drives you crazy, and he knows it – his hands digging a little deeper into your skin, not wanting to reveal his worries.

This fucker–he really got into my mind, the way he touched you. He touched you for the first time and he made you moan like a whore while calling you a doll, like he knew your body better than me.

He hasn’t braced himself enough, he realizes. Ben grabbes at the racing thoughts, struggling to come up with a retort that would let him leave with his dignity,with his ego.

„Nothing, why the fuck are you bringing it up?“

His voice comes out low like venom, empty of any mirth; profile is serious, jaw clenched - words pained you; it sends a chill down your spine. Your gaze flickers up to his green eyes – stone-faced. You can’t tell if he’s furious or sad, and it scares you.

He regards you thoughtfully and sees the comprehension dawning in your eyes.

You know exactly what he is saying and feeling. And it’s infuriating that his expression doesn’t change — remains cool and collected.

This is how he feels? Does he really think that you will give up this love?

„Oh, so how am I not jealous when we have threesomes with women?“ You shake your head, unable to believe anything that is coming from his mouth, confusion shining in your eyes.

„You are annoying” he mutters, scraping his teeth against the edge of your jaw. „Enough talking“ he kisses you, the taste of blood fresh in his mouth. It's deeper, passionate. Something that leaves you both gasping for air when you part.

„Fuck me then“ you whine through slitted eyes.

He looks at you looking at him. You could tell he is looking at you in a loving, passionate way that he had never looked at you before. Only his eyes can convey the fiercely intense, love and compassion he feels, words couldn’t describe how he feels.

You want nothing more than for him to kiss you more, but you are sure that he doesn’t want it vanilla, clearly – your heart pounds at the thought of what he is capable of when cornered by such jealous thoughts.

The green color eyes swallow you whole – they drift down to your cleavage, sitting there for a second before flashing back to meet your gaze. One hand stays against your hip, the other grasps the back of your neck tightly.

He can't suppress the desire to intertwine his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back and kissing you, the light pain forces your mouth open and uses that to savor it with his tongue. His need for air finally rips his tongue out from yours, sticky strands of spit spilling between your mouths as you share collective gasps of breath.

Your eyes open wide as Ben suddenly loosens his hold on your hair, allowing him to pull away as he slaps your legs softly, gesturing for you to jump into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you assume that he will take you to the bedroom, but he puts you on the countertop instead.

„I suppose you do love me, in your way“

„And how else should I love you – In your way?“ he speaks low, knowing that look all too well before he connects his lips to yours, biting the lower one slightly.

Ben is swollen with words he never says, swallow with horded love. And he thinks about – her love is all he knows in his new life; as his body falls silent, he knows this is love, but he has come too far in his distance to let tenderness rule him, all he needs is time. All he needs is time. The voice in his head tells him to say more, it trails behind like silk scarves, but the air stays wordless.

„All I want is your trust, nothing else, Ben“

Love and trust are not concepts or tactics. They are ways of being with someone, ways of being in the world, and ways of being in your body. For so long Ben felt like he should be somewhere else, with all the betrayal he experienced from people. He knows he is hard to handle, selfish and sad – he is incapable of communicating the depths of his thoughts, but he really tries. His reckless solitude in his own mind was there from the start of your relationship, a remnant of the war between his head and heart.

He initiates a bruising kiss to distract you from the hand that carefully moves to unbuckle his pants and he pulls them down and off, leaving him in his boxers, which he promptly takes off. His cock stands proudly as always, thick and long, leaking precum.

“You’re such a fucking whore” says Ben, breathlessly.

“Am I–?” you try to respond, artificially sweet.

His hand moves slowly in between your skirt, your voice cuts off into a squeak when you feel his wonderfully rough hand slide up your thigh.

„Yeah, but you are my fuckin’ whore“ Ben says, pulling your panties to the side, pulling apart your lips and sticks two fingers in you, rocking them slowly inside, seeing how tight and wet you are, pressing his thumb against the clit, rubbing in circles „You–“ He doesn’t want to picture you down on your knees again, sucking obediently on Bucky's cock – the image was scorched in his mind and he just couldn't shake it „fucking slut“ he is ashamed to admit his odd mix of arousal and jealousy.

His voice is still deep with anger and now the added lust sends a chill down your spin. He slides his fingers up and down, causing your lips to barely part as the audible sound of your wetness fills the room. He just keeps going, his pace triplicating in a moment, making your inner heat clench taut around him.

Your fingers trace the contours of his lean muscle of his shoulders and neck before your hands suddenly grab his face, forcefully bringing it up to your own, mouth hungrily devouring his lips. The kisses grow increasingly sloppy. Ben moans when you nib on his lower lip, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

A string of your spit bridges your tongues for but a blink and he grits out between his teeth, his eyes glowing.

„You look desperate,“ you say breathlessly, mind racing.

Ben’s lips curl into a forced smile, there’s no humor in it, no humor in the way his eyes drag over you, lazily as a warning – he pulls his fingers out of you, only dragging them across your folds, teasing.

He leans closer, brushes you ear with his beard „Can you say that again, sweetheart?“

You yelp quietly at the feeling of a large hand gripping your neck and fingers slamming back into your cunt – squeezing with as much pressure as he thinks won’t kill you. Then his hand picks up the pace, pumping fingers in and out of you. He watches as he pulls them out, hissing through his teeth as the suction only pulls them in as soon as he does so, watching how your body shudders while eyes water from the lack of oxygen.

„Ben, p-please–“

Mine, mine, mine—

How desperate your pleads sound, how pure and sinful all at once.

He brings his other hand up to your chin, keeping your gaze locked „I didn’t quite hear you“ His voice drops an octave, lips ghosting over your own. „Who is desperate?“

A blush found its way across your face as you averted your eyes from his unnerving gaze – dissecting you for an answer, mocking you.

You couldn't take it anymore. It is too much, too fast, and the way he is looking down at you is just cruel. You barely catch his last audible words before you give into euphoria. Slowly, methodically he pumps his digits throughout your orgasm.

Tears fall from your eyes, the pain and the pleasure mixing, making your mind all cloudy. Ben captures your lips enthusiastically, the hand from your chin returns on your neck, resting just below the hollow of your throat. You swallow his groan as your fingers snake through his hair, pushing yourself into the kiss.

Tongue and teeth pluck hard paths of possession down your shoulders and chest. Marks, raw and painful, are bitten on your skin. He blinks slowly, swallowing hard as he pulls back to look at his work.

My girl—

It is unhealthy, but you really couldn't deny him anything. He is carnal, animalistic, possessive. He can tear you into pieces and you would still want more. Depraved, lustful, not gentle, and jealous.

Ben gives up, finally done pretending like he isn’t as desperate as you are, as your hands in his hair grabs him and pulls him back for another deep kiss.

No words.

Nothing, but the mantra in your body, in time with your heartbeat. You are clumsy and eager and aching and needing, tempting as sin — you whine and spread your thighs apart.

Ben watches, a dark smile appears as he slides the tip of his erection up and down in his free hand, using both her wetness and his pre-cum as lubrication.

„Fuck…“ he mutters, eyes roving your face.

“I love you” you say, sparks in your eyes as the need for him floods your senses.

The length in his palm jerks and spasms.

He thrust into your body, groaning with a mix of pleasure and relief as he sinks into you, taking you in with slow but harsh thrusts, pulling out and slamming down, dragging needy sounds from you as your legs wrap tightly around him.

His hunger is finally satiated as he slides into you before setting a punishing pace that has sweat dripping from his scalp and pleasure shooting up his spine faster than he’d like.

He grips your hip, shutting his eyes with an exhale.

„You are mine, only mine“ His voice is rough, words forced out between sharp thrusts and harsh breaths and you squirm against the bruising grip around your neck.

„Yeah“ you hesitate, your hazy brain trying to decipher his tone, but failing “Choke me, just choke me harder” you gasp out, legs starting to quiver with the impending orgasm, feeling the skin beneath your nails split open as your fingers death grips into his shoulders.

„You can’t–get off without a little pain?” He chuckles, but it’s low and twisted  „ –me too“ pushing his hips forward and sinking his length even deeper, feeling the roughness of your pointy manicured nails. There is no denying that sliver of arousal that accompanies the ache – he loves it, he loves you.

He slows his pace down a little as he rubs his hand along your throat, you try to suck in air, but more moans come out instead, but any sounds strain as the hand constricts itself a little tighter, depriving you of air. Bright spots and tears swarm your vision as you fight to keep from passing out.

He pants against your lips, moving his mouth to the hollow between your shoulder and neck and absently nuzzles against the sweat slicked skin there with a contented hum, his hair clings to his forehead.

You begin to come barely a second before him, clinging to him, tightening your legs around Ben, his name dripping from your lips as your cunt clenches around him, and then he can’t hold on for anything.

His movements stagger, growing erratic and with a low groan he pushes himself flush with a sense of finality, coming deep inside you with a residual rock of his hips, multiple pints of hot slimy cum shoot inside her body, riding out your over-stimulated hole with a full body shudder.

You caress his cheek, and Ben finds himself leaning against the touch, his eyes closing momentarily to relish in the feeling. And something about this scenario — so domestic and vulnerable — makes him choke up, disgust curling deep in his gut. He heatedly ignores the longing feeling in his chest.

„Let’s sleep, I am so tired“

„Okay, sweetheart“ You raise an eyebrow at him, as if to see if he is kidding.

„Sweetheart is not better than doll though“

Startled by your comment, his widened eyes meet your neutral gaze.

„Just reminded me why I decided to call you a whore in the first place,“ he angrily spat, managing to keep his expletives inside, but mustered an icy and contemptuous reply that conveyed his feelings all the same.

„You are not the praising type anyways, if you call me sweetheart again in bed, I will just laugh“ You mutter bashfully and bit lightly on your smiling lips.

Ben shakes his head, not in ignorance, but in disagreement.

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  „What time is it?“ Smiling sheepishly, you ask, voice thick with sleep. The pitch-black room makes goosebumps rise on your entire body.

„Does it matter?“ Ben trails his lips up to your ear, tugging gently at your earlobe with his teeth.

You soak up the very essence of his voice. The slow movement of his hand snaking its way up from your back to your waist gives you chills.

„Yeah, I want to sleep more“

Ben pulls you into his frame with the hold on your waist, breath fanning across the back of your neck. You feel the bulge forming against your ass, grinding slowly.

„And I want to fuck you“ A laugh bursts from his throat. A scoff.

„Ben-“ you mumble meekly.

The melody of your weak voice cuts through Ben, familiar burning inside his gut fires up, where he can’t tell if he would like more to kiss you or to slap you.

„I. Will . Fuck . You“ he clips his words, hissing them into your neck. His voice is deep and husky, with a commanding and dominant tone. There is no escape from this.

The dizziness comes next.

He uses that moment to climb over you. He is anything but gentle as he nearly rips your night dress off your body, taking off his own t-shirt as well and stares down at you like an animal stalking its prey. His hair tickles your neck as he lowers his head, tongue licking at the bites, catching any stray drops of blood that he might have missed before pressing your lips together for a kiss, opening his mouth and you get the hint, doing the same and letting your tongues twist around each other.

„Why the fuck do you have a blood kink and why do I like it so much?“ His voice is low, a rumble in his chest.

He has already removed his boxershorts, shaft throbbing and glistening from a large quantity of pre-cum as he starts stroking it, making sure your gaze is there, watching him work himself up.

"Yeah, look at me. Such a good girl " he groans, eyes roaming over your naked chest.

His eyes settle on your face, but noticing movement at the bottom of his vision, his eyes move down your body, and he watches you buckle your hips upwards, silently pleading him to fuck you, wordlessly begging - he is on the brink; he torturously denies his own release and stops.

He lowers himself down atop you. His fingers then press against your wet panties, making you gasp at the sudden contact. His fingers make their way down to your entrance, dipping his fingers deep inside, eliciting a throaty gasp from you. Although, you nearly cry in desperation when he retracts his long finger. You just stare, biting your lip, breathing a deep lustful moan as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance.

You want to hold back your cries and you put a pillow over your face, but Ben is having none of that. He laughs softly as he pulls the pillow away, throwing in on the floor before brushing fingers against your throat „You are a shameless bitch, there is no need to hide “ he whispers sensually, tightening the grip.

It comes as a snarl and you suck in a quick breath as it makes you want to squirm, as you feel yourself throb down below. You are more desperate from him choking you, and your eyes prick with tears as your access to oxygen is restricted.

Without warning, his length thrusts deep inside of you, making you scream in both surprise and delight, the tip of his cock already hitting your cervix, and he hasn’t started fucking you yet. There is nothing sweet and slow about the way he grips both your hip and neck tightly - overwhelmed and long past the point of caring about the bruises he is causing , moans flowing freely from his lips.

He growls, biting at your shoulder „You are mine“

„You can just say that you are jealous“

A corner of his mouth rises a bit at your words. He is physically, mentally, and emotionally not ready to hear that you have figured him out. The gentle friction of your hand on his cheek is enough to strike a match inside him. Ben is unsure which pain is worse - the shock of your words or the ache to deny it.

Your mind blanks, his head dips into your neck, biting the skin slightly. The sudden burst of pain that accompanies him biting into the soft flesh of your neck makes you whimper, and he grips your hip, the other hand wiring in your hair. It hurts and tears prickle in your eyes, but you feel the pain fade slowly. A euphoric feeling replaces the pain, a certain type of indescribable pleasure.

He snaps instead.

He is furious, and ravenous for you. 

He thrust into you deeper, choking you so hard, you fear your neck would snap.

Your knuckles turning white as you grip the hand that is choking you, muscles locking in place.

„How dare you say stuff like that?“ he snaps, heart beating fast. „Nonsense, but what can I expect from a woman“ he adds, his brows furrowed and brooding.

He ducks down and kisses you somehow both soft and rough; The lack of oxygen is starting to cloud your mind – his thrusts grow clumsier, he is swearing even more violently – Ben finally loosens his grip, and your eyes close, breathing deep and uneven.

You are so warm beneath him, full of pushing and pulling and tension and fire – always plucking the vibrating strings of Ben’s mind. Your face is empty of the wild taunting from only a moment before.

Small throaty noises escape you, and he let his hand slips from your throat for a few moments.

But then - anger comes back, maybe too fast.

Your mouth clamps shut, eyes look straight through him as he starts choking you once more. Then your focus brakes due to the lack of air, jaw unclenching, mouth half open - trying to catch some breath. You lose a strangled sob when you feel his cock, thick and full, pounding relentlessly into your body.

The pain as well as the pleasure is intense, tears being to fall from your eyes, but it was nothing compared to the self-loathing he feels from when you mocked him.

He leans down, licking along the tendon in your neck, a smirk appears across his features as he listens to his favorite melody – your agonized whimpers.

He craves this...this release – directly into you. It's infuriating and so fucking hot, and the wash of shame that runs through him doesn't feel all that different from possessiveness anymore.

His eyes are full of language, but what kind of lover is he? With all this love and no words for it?

Ben gasps breathlessly, ejaculating inside of you with a sudden spurt. Normally he lasts much longer than – but then again – this whole situation and feelings are not normal for him – it's something else entirely.

Your eyes lock. You can see his desire, his jealousy, his want.

He is way too rough, aggressive, possessive.

He spaces for a few minutes, just floating in the endorphins before finally pulling out and he half-sprawls atop you, pressing kisses into the hollow of your neck, lazy and warm in the afterglow of his anger.

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy/ben #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy smut #the boys #the boys fanfic

[jamminvroomvroom]

something about him. part 3

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

hi hey hello it’s me again bc i cannot stop writing and need to be stopped lmao. so i’ve hit over 1k and idk how or why bc i’m unhinged but tysm i love u all <333 it seemed only appropriate to post something in honour of that and also in honour of george being so sexy and brave and sexy. you don’t NEED to read part 1 and 2 but it all kinda interlinks and will probs make more sense if you do!! so yeah okay, enjoy!! feedback is good for my soul <333 (formatting goes out the window when i post on my phone so heads up for that also)

in which george needs a bit of comfort.

warnings: 18+ puhlease!! it’s just smut. all smut. smut smut smut. some swearing, tiiiiiny bit of angst at the beginning and a lil bit of fluff at the end!!

3.2k words

george was stood facing you in the media pen, face drenched in disappointment and an underlying fury that made your thighs clench. it was probably inappropriate timing for george to be turning you on, but wasn’t it always? you were so in awe of the man stood before you, so in awe that as he made his way out of the media pen, you were quick to follow.

you didn’t know where he was going. back to the mercedes garage to watch a race ruined for him? back to his motorhome to stare blankly at a wall, or scream, or both? you didn’t particularly care about his destination, all you cared about was talking to him, just for a second. you had nowhere to be, no one else to interview, and so you went after him, following him cautiously through the paddock, something you figured you’d get used to doing.

you hadn’t slept with him since canada, but you assumed that would quickly change at some point this weekend. you’d just wrongly assumed that it’d be on a champagne high after a podium. that didn’t matter to you anymore. watching him crash out and risk his own race to check on his fellow drivers, the bravery that he’d shown, made you want him more than any podium ever could. the icing on the cake had been listening to him criticise the fia. that, you decided, was pretty sexy of him.

“george,” you called out, finally catching up to him. “can i have a word?” you were trying to be inconspicuous, trying not to draw any attention to your exchange, which should have ended in the media pen. he stopped at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you. suddenly, you didn’t know what to say, the sight of him knocking the air out of you. his eyes were telling a story, one of frustration, that you would happily let him take out on you if he so pleased.

“go ahead.” he encouraged, looking at you expectantly with those gorgeous, steely blue eyes. your mouth went dry. it was rare for you to feel so shy, especially under his gaze, something that usually made you feel so powerful.

“i, um, i just wanted to tell you that you were amazing out there. what you did, i,” the way his eyes softened as you spoke so sincerely, the way his guard dropped filled you with the confidence you’d been lacking. you were back in your comfort zone. you dropped your voice an octave, looked up at him through your eyelashes and carried on your sentence. “i think you should be rewarded in some way.”

his face changed instantly, eyes narrowing as he smirked down at you. his body language transformed completely; he no longer looked tense, he looked right in his element. if he couldn’t be out on track, this was the next best place he could be, hovering over you.

“do you think so?” he asked, that unmatched level of banter returning, smirk not faltering once. you nodded profusely. “i’m going back to my motorhome.”

-

ten minutes later, your back was against the door, leg hooked over his waist, lips battling furiously. one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, firm enough to remind you that he was in charge, and the other was splayed out across the bare skin of your thigh, fingers digging in to the flesh exposed by your dress riding up. he held you there for a while, soft lips continuing to clash messily with yours. your hands were holding his face, keeping him close, enjoying the feel of his body pressed so tightly to yours.

his hand on your neck dropped down to your other thigh, swiftly picking you up. you smiled against his lips, feeling his lips twitch in response. he just felt so good. your arms went around his neck, holding on as he moved you away from the door and navigated you through the motorhome and into the makeshift bedroom.

he dropped you down on the bed, shedding himself of his jacket and unzipping his race suit. you could see his abs through the sheer material of his fireproofs, your glossy eyes fixed on the material and the way it was pulled against his skin. you ignored the smug look on his face, ridding yourself of your light jacket and your shoes, leaving your dress on. you wanted him to take it off of you.

you could only watch on, lip caught between your teeth, as he continued to strip down before you. his race suit hung around his waist, tormenting you, and he removed his fireproofs. you leant back on your hands, eyes trailing over his body, watching the way his muscles rippled delectably. by the time he was finished, left only in his underwear, you were on the verge of panting. you never wanted this arrangement to come to an end.

george stood at the foot of the bed, looming over you seductively; a predator and it’s pray. you needed him to cut to the chase, desperate to feel his weight on top of you, his hands back on your body, anything really. his eyes ran up your body, lingering on where the hem of your dress was fanned out across the tops of your thighs.

“take it off.” george instructed, tongue wetting his lips.

“want you to do it.” you whined. his jaw went slack, momentarily, before he was back on form. he sighed.

“get up.” his voice was low, direct, sending a shiver down your spine. you quickly obeyed. once you’d wiggled off the bed, standing before him, his hands were on you instantly. he turned you around quickly, pressing your back against his front. you were held against him with one hand, whilst the other brushed your hair over your shoulder, your neck exposed for him.

george began to pepper kisses up and down your neck, up and down, hand smoothly dragging the zipper of your dress down, cool fingers grazing your spine. your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the pleasure of his touch, the buzz that he’d managed to wash over your body.

“such a fucking brat. never listen to what i tell you.” the silky material fell off of your body, leaving you shaking against his chest in nothing but a set of lace. navy blue, it complimented his eyes nicely. you definitely hadn’t worn it on purpose.

his hands were everywhere, and you were so, so dizzy, breath shaky and laboured as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and swirling his tongue. you could barely form a coherent thought, his bare chest moulded with your back being the only thing you could comprehend. you could feel every single ridge of his body, every single thing he had to offer you, and it was making your head spin. your mind went completely and utterly blank when you felt his hand push at the base of your spine, bending you over the end of the bed.

you turned your head, cheek pressed into the duvet. you could see him out of the corner of your eye, watching as he lowered himself down, hovering over you, his tall frame managing to cover you completely. he ground himself against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. you groaned lowly, feeling his lips kiss up and along your shoulder blade until he reached the base of your neck. his face was centimetres from yours, noses brushing.

“can you be good?” he mumbled, plush lips bumping your cheek. “hmm? gonna be good for me, sweetheart?” george was whispering in your ear, kissing back down your cheek until his face was buried in the crook of your neck. you gasped at the feeling of his tongue flattening, dragging up your neck, teeth suddenly nibbling at your ear lobe. the rapid change of sensations had you arching your back, ass pressing harder against his crotch. george hissed, but it quickly became a laugh, a cruel laugh that reminded you, once again that he always had the upper hand. “answer me.” he was still laughing, low and dangerous, nothing funny about your predicament.

“i’ll be so good for you, anything you want.” you gasped out like you needed air. all you needed was him. he let out a hum that signified his approval.

george worked his lips down your back, reaching the band of your bra. you felt his tongue graze the lace band, teeth tugging lightly. his hand glided up your back, pinching the clasp until it popped open. his thumbs rubbed at the light marks in your skin, some made by the indents of the material, others that he recognised from your night well spent in canada. his tongue was back on you, grazing right down the centre of your spine until he reached your panties. you rolled your eyes as the band was pulled away from your skin, snapping back against you. when you turned your head to glare at him, urging him to get on with it, you were met with a boyish grin that made your heart race.

“let me take my time, my love. need this.” he groaned, and you swear your eyes rolled back in your head at hearing those words. god, you needed it to.

“anything you want.” you panted again, relaxing further into the mattress to let him do as he pleased.

clearly george thought you were getting a bit too comfortable, a light slap on your ass jolting you up slightly. again, your head whipped around, an unsympathetic, devilish grin taking centre stage on his usually angelic features. he peeled your panties down over the curve of your ass, hands grazing your legs as he pulled them off of you. as soon as they were off, you heard them drop onto the floor.

your skin was littered with goosebumps, the lack of contact leaving you anxious with anticipation. you could still feel the heat of his body, squirming on the bed for a second, before you were flipped over, suddenly flat on your back. your hair was fanned out, eyes refocusing ahead on him. he was back on top of you before you could even blink, slotting himself between your legs.

your unclasped bra was yanked off, tongue circling one of your nipples the second you were bare. george rolled his hips, boxer clad cock grinding right against your clit and you whined, the pressure being overwhelming after such a build up. your legs climbed higher on his waist, urging him closer, a silent beg for him to give you something.

“george,” you whined, “need you to fuck me. need anything, please.” you were an unashamed, needy mess, writhing on the sheets beneath his body. he pulled away from your nipple with a pop, staring down at you.

“this isn’t about what you need, darling.” he cooed, bringing one hand up to stroke your face. his hand trailed down, the soft action suddenly replaced by his fingers grabbing at your jaw. “listen to me,” he started, deep voice barely above a whisper, but commanding enough to leave you wide eyed and hanging on to his every word. “i’m going to fuck you, okay?” you nodded frantically, jaw still resting firmly between his fingertips. “but,” you pouted, suddenly not liking where his was going. “you won’t cum until i let you, okay love?”

you stared up at him, pout only intensifying. he started rolling his hips and that was all it took for you to be convinced that anything was better than nothing. you were more than happy to let him have his fun, let out all of his frustrations, because you knew just how fucking incredible the end result would be.

“please, george, need you in me.” you begged, brain as fuzzy as it always was when he touched you. he sat back on his knees, about to remove his boxers when you both noticed the wet patch you’d made. george groaned quietly at the sight, quickly peeling them off.

“quite the mess you’ve made.” george tutted, settling back between your thighs. “let’s see how messy you’ve gotten yourself.” he mumbled, spreading your legs for him. “look at you, darling. fucking drenched.”

he pressed the pad of his finger against your clit, rubbing so lightly that you could have been imagining it, if it weren’t for the shockwaves running through your body. you felt so overstimulated and he’d barely done anything at all. he watched as you clenched around nothing, your pussy getting wetter and wetter while he did next to nothing. you knew that his ego was definitely getting its boost and that knowledge made your eyes roll back.

there was just something about him, something about his arrogance, his self assured way of carrying himself through every given moment that drove you wild.

finally, he leant over you, fingers still toying with your clit as he did. you were already boneless, waiting, desperate, but all of the teasing seemed worth it when you felt the head of his cock stretching you open. his eyes were on you the entire time, adding depth to the sensations you felt, somehow intensifying the way he was opening you up.

just as you began to question this strange, intimate moment, you were caught off guard by his lips moving, his words barely registering until you felt the harsh snap of his hips.

“this is for me. you’re all for me.”

george was relentless, fucking you harder than he had the first time, something you didn’t know was possible. he had you pinned down, spread open deliciously as he pounded into you, fingers slow on your clit, not at all matching the pace he set with his hips. he was playing with you, winding up your body so skilfully and so cruelly, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut at the overwhelming feelings. he kept you on your toes, speeding up the circles on your clit until he felt you clenching around him, at which he stop his fingers.

“don’t you dare, sweetheart. don’t you fucking dare.” he muttered straight in your ear. he could feel how close you were, could feel how hard you were squeezing him, trying to obey him.

“george, please. need to- fuck fuck fuck.” your pleads were cut short by his fingers back on your clit, rubbing furiously, just for a few seconds to get you nice and close for him. this time, when he pulled his digits away, he pulled out of you too. “what’re you-“ you cried out, frustration taking over.

you watched him roll off of you and onto his back, taking a seat against the headboard. he patted his thigh, once, twice, and suddenly it made sense.

“you want to cum for me, darling? come and get it.” he ran his hand over his cock, tempting you towards him.

your body was exhausted already, but you needed him and you had a feeling that he needed you just as badly. so, you managed to flip yourself over, crawling the short distance across the mattress until you were kneeling beside him. you swung a leg over, settling nicely on his lap, taking a second to catch your breath.

“come on, my love. know you can take me.” he urged, hands grabbing at your hips as you kneeled so that you could sink down on him. you took your time, adjusting to his size, despite just having him inside of you. he seemed to be enjoying how long it was taking you to sink down on him fully, but you didn’t care like you usually would. after everything that had happened to him, you’d let him be a bit smug.

“so full. god, you’re so big.” you moaned, rocking your hips slowly at first, starting to build up a rhythm. he looked so sexy, rested against the headboard, hands lazily guiding your hips.

“come on, sweetheart, pick up the pace. know how bad you need it.” george was getting close and he needed you to get there too. you weren’t exactly far off.

you ground yourself down on him, rolling your hips as you felt him hit that spot inside of you, wondering how he could possibly be so deep. you were a mess on top of him already, whining as you rode him erratically. just as you started to raise your hips, sliding yourself up and down, you heard the worst, most annoying sound in the world: your phone. buzz after buzz after buzz had you worried, so you leaned over, pulling the device out of your jacket pocket. the changing angle made you yelp, which made george laugh. at least he knew you couldn’t ignore him.

where are you?

ocon dnf - need you at the pen

hello???

“oh god,” you cried out, his cock hitting that spot as you read the messages you’d missed. “need to go, oh fuck.”

“you need to cum.” he looked so smug that you wanted to slap him, but as long as he was making you feel so good, you’d refrain.

“no, no, need to go.” you made no effort to stop, rocking your hips like your life depended on it, tits bouncing.

“you’re not leaving this bed until i’ve had you shaking on top of me,” he sat up, grabbing your ass with both hands, rocking you even harder on his cock. “twice.” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the centre of your neck when your head fell back, an animalistic moan ripping from the back of your throat.

you could feel yourself clenching around him, and you quickly found yourself spilling all over his cock, crying out nothing but his name like it was a prayer, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you came.

george didn’t stop, no, arms wrapping around you to hold you down on his cock, hips rutting erratically into yours. a sob tore from the back of your throat, accompanied quickly by a scream, complimented by his own moans tumbling out of his mouth. he was hitting your spot just right every time, vision turning white as you came again, even harder than you had the first time. you could feel his release filling you up, the pair of you entangled in the centre of the bed. you stayed on his lap, chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breath, slumped in each other’s arms.

“how the fuck am i supposed to go out there like this?” you joked, giggling as the exhaustion you felt battled the insane rush of endorphins and adrenaline. you felt the vibration of his laugh against your chest, his breath fanning your neck.

“i’d offer to give you a piggyback but i think that would be a bit suspicious.” he teased. you raked your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

“are you doing okay?” you whispered, wondering if he felt any better.

“i’m okay.” he replied. “i’ll be even better if you finish up those interviews and let me take you to dinner later.” his voice was still light, but the teasing was replaced by something else, something hopeful. your breath caught in your throat. a date?

“you’re something else entirely, do you know that?” you couldn’t even mask the awe in your voice, barely even tried to.

“oh, i know, love.” you pulled back, fingers still locked at the nape of his neck, stomach flipping a little bit at the actual, genuine smile on his face. “is that a yes?”

“help me stand up,” his fingers glided over your shaking thighs. “and i’ll consider it.”

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[obsolescent]

I lovee all are of the dust a lot (I reread it for this and it hit me just as much!!) so I would LOVE to hear what u thought while writing it🥰 especially this part bc AAA

Oh lord Em…. The way I just dropped to my knees reading what I wrote again… Sit down and get comfortable 🛋️

The soul of Ethel Cain reached into the depths of my being and wrenched All Are of The Dust out of me while I was listening to this song of her’s (specifically the second half of the song)

The lines “Please, don't love how I need you / And know that one day, you and I could be okay,” are ones that resonate throughout this.

I was like let me try my hand at writing angst, let me dip my toes in. At first, like you with 505, I had become uninspired with it before I had even wrote anything down. But I sat and dug through my mind, and motivation struck with the Preacher’s Daughter album.

Southern gothic imagery galore, it’s what I had been envisioning for this piece. I was like, this is what I needed! So I thought of this world, where you and Leon had grown up together, the trailer park not too far from the orphanage, inseparable in and outside of school, twin flames who found one another so early in life and refuse to be separated.

This was also meant to be for someone who is trans in some way, hence the part where he suggests moving to a bigger city, that you would find more people like yourself. I did leave it ambiguous though, but that’s the theme that’s interlaced with the story. He knows how hard it was for you growing up, and having been there the whole time and being your favorite listener, he knows you best. He wants you to flourish and knows you’ve been hindered by your childhood.

As a child, he knew there wasn’t much he could do to keep you safe from adults, their words like the worst paper cut to skin. Especially from a so called “loved one” who was supposed to have been someone who rallied behind you, not join the opposing party. Leon intends to make good on his word and keep his promise, if you’ll let him.

He wants to save you from that god forsaken town, leave it all behind and start anew. He never wants you away from his side for long, but he also knows just how scared you are, how terrifying change can be to someone, having to go through it when he lost his parents at such a young age. You, on the other hand, also know that if you agree to leave, finding yourself in a new place, the independence you had gained would vanish. No familiar buildings or signs nor faces, regardless of how rude they could be. You having to depend on someone once more, no matter how much they mean to you, has you digging your nails into your palms enough to draw blood, a scream bubbling up inside.

Leon would never push you into something that you’re not completely behind, so he’ll let you make your decision on your own. He knows you need time to mull it over, let you have your time with your thoughts. Though, he feels unsettled by the feeling that’s stirring in his gut, for the one answer he dreads to hear.

I do have it to where there’s two ways this can end. I won’t go much into detail here for the fact that I have much planned for it, but this really did inspire me to pick this story back up.

Thank you, Em, for wanting to hear my rambling and wanting an analysis on my work, we both share in the brain rot that is Leon Kennedy 🧡🤝🤍

#god this is long lmfao #o asks #o mutuals #o talking #o text #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil

[cringecannon]

ive been reading ur posts for a while and i had a vision from god recently that i needed to share with like minds, so i hope this will be to ur taste... i've been trying to find others who i know this will appeal to (besides me)

but...... bhaalcest-- orin being incredibly possessive over durge and jealous over gortash and durge's relationship, so she changes into gortash when she knows durge is expecting him and has her way with durge, while they're none the wiser.

for the sake of everyone else (and urself) i wont get into the nasty gorey parts that really makes this so much better, i love me some knife"play" (is it really play if orin just outright stabs u) and woundfucking (that i really want to get into but!!!!! i have to find the right audience... hoping i can rant insanely about all that here i just didn't wanna outright plop it down when this scene is good by itself too LJDLASJFAL) -👻

To be fair, I already wrote about Orin fingering a wound. I’m all for insane fucked up knifeplay rants in my inbox. Anyway, obligatory Dubcon, Orin, and Improper Use of Gortash’s Body warning

Something’s wrong with Enver.

You only notice it sometimes. The look in his eyes is wrong, or his grip on you is far too tight. Whenever you mention the change in demeanor, he brushes it off. Or he gets angry. Yelling, throwing things, veins in his throat bulging kind of angry. There’s something wrong with him. The man you know wouldn’t act like this.

You love it.

You almost pounce on him the first time it happens, so turned on you don’t even bother removing anything but the bare necessities. He’s confused for only a moment, but quickly falls into place. You ride him until his eyes roll back, nails digging so hard into your hips that they draw blood. You leave your own bloody scratches down his chest, marking him.

Imagine your surprise when you get to see him again a few days later and the marks are gone completely. It throws you off- your hips are still bruised. You call him out on it, he waves his hand and says he had an image to uphold. He can’t walk around looking like he was attacked by a feral cat. The comment irritates you. You like seeing him marked up, proof that he’s yours. You reach for your knife subtly. You think he needs to be reminded of your real claws.

You’re frozen when instead an ornate dagger is suddenly held to your throat. That bastard. He’s stolen your trick.

He presses the point of it to your throat, drawing blood. You feel the warm drip of it down your skin and into your shirt. You should kill him for this. You should play in his guts while he begs for the mercy of death. However, feeling him cut through your clothes with no regard for your safety excites you more. Every thin slice into your skin as he hurries to get you nude is exhilarating. You’ll get him back for it, eventually. You just need him inside you.

He shoves you back hard, splaying you out on the table. You eagerly spread your legs for him, throwing your head back with a gasp when he bends down to lick the trail of blood all the way back up to your neck.

He groans into your ear, hips grinding against yours with a stuttered breath. He wants to savor your blood, forever remember it staining your pretty skin. He leans to the side to hold the dagger against your stomach, dragging the blade across it teasingly. The cut is thin, barely drawing blood. You arch your back, desperate for more. He laughs breathlessly, pulling the dagger away to instead hold it over your thigh. You ask what's gotten into him. He laughs again, biting down on your shoulder. He asks a question of his own- how far would you let him go?

The dagger dances on your skin and you writhe, holding back a grin. Anything. You'd let him do anything, so long as you could play with him too. He groans, mouthing at the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. Of course. It'd only be fair, he wants you to play in his blood too. Wouldn't it be divine, love?

He's never called you love, ever. You're not sure he's called anyone love in his life, but when the blade finally bites into your flesh... you can't seem to make yourself care. You just beg for more.

#this is so hard to tag. orin isn’t revealed a single time but also This Isn’t Gortash #.orin the red #.bg3 #notsfw #👻 anon

[moonlit-positivity]

🌸 Activities for healing your inner child 🥹

Emotional activities

Scream (into a pillow if you're concerned about noise)

Cry

Rage

Throw a tantrum

Acknowledge the pain

Acknowledge there is a baby version of you inside that needs to be comforted

Make an effort to connect- notice what gets in the way. Is it hard to think of yourself as a child again? Talk about it.

Allow yourself to talk freely

Make an effort to leave the judgements behind

Tell them it wasn't their fault

Hold them when they cry

Shake your body

Allow yourself to vent

Get it out

Validate your emotions

Allow the anger

Try real hard to create a safe space in your mind

Give the comforts

Put your arms up to defend yourself

Scrunch up your face to show anger/pain/discomfort

Say "No!" out loud

Say "Don't hurt me!" out loud

Allow yourself to be vulnerable without shredding your own sanity

Punch the air like you're punching your abusers

Hold your heart

Hold your head

Hold your cheeks

Rub your shoulders

Tell them they can leave that place/situation now

Show them they are safe

Draw vent art of how you feel (can be vulgar and graphic, it's vent art)

Watch gentle parenting videos on YouTube & Instagram

Creative activities

Make a collage about your life

Allow yourself the artistic expressions

Art therapy prompts

Get into Dungeons and Dragons

Make a playlist of all your favorite video game soundtracks

Look up random videos that you like to watch

Indulge in the hobby

Give them a coloring book and their choice of crayons and markers and colored pencils

Buy the hobbies you wanted as a kid

Watch cartoons (tubi has a good selection for free)

Dance to a good song (u can dance sitting down btw)

Make a funny face

Get a teddy bear

Dye your hair

Draw fake tattoos on ur skin with markers like we all did in middle school

Finger painting

Face painting

Go outside and collect some rocks

Go outside and take a picture of the sky

Play in the snow

Play in the rain

Visit a playground & swing

Jigsaw puzzles

Video games

Creative writing

Buy some toys you've always wanted as a kid

Get some fidgets and dunk on your friends

Get in touch with your sense of humor

Daydream

Get yourself the books/manga/video game

Sing

Frolic in the flowers & dig in the dirt

Put your hand out the window of the car and do that wave thingy on the wind

Teach yourself a new hobby (might I suggest hemp bracelets, perler beads, crochet, these are pretty cheap and easy to start)

Decorate ur house

Go thrift shopping for nicknacks

Decorate return envelopes with cute funny pictures for the people youve gotta mail stuff to

Make a card for yourself/friend/loved one etc

What are some other fun things you'd like to do? I invite you to make your own list.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Hope this helps

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#recovery #ptsd #trauma #boundaries #mental health #healing #inner child #inner child healing #child abuse #reparenting #somatics #depression #bpd #advice #life advice #self love #self harm #attachment #codependency

[fanficwriter284]

can you do a fic (teenager chiffany) where they get caught by their parents, doing that... yk

Hi there anon and since they’re underaged um…it might not be to the extent you want it…BUT Sure…Also FYI Chucky’s abusive parents died when he was 11 so these parents are his adoptive/foster parents. Mary is his adoptive mom and Liam is his foster dad. Okay, we cool!? Sorry it's a tad bit short, it's been a while since I've written. Hope ya like it anon!!!

A shy crescent was beginning to glow, over Hackensack, home to Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt or more commonly known by his American name Charles Lee Ray and his now girlfriend Tiffany Delilah Valentine. The young 17 year olds had sat both with their tender fingers interlocking, and Tiffany’s leaning into Chuck’s slender torso. Tonight the young witty couple relaxed in Chucky’s bedroom since his parents had been out late watching a movie. Chucky hung his head as he listened to the wind's howling whisps, meanwhile the gothic blonde fiddled aimlessly with his twisted locks, gently wrapping a stray strand around her finger. The two teens simply enjoyed the others' silent company. All till Tiffany gave a gentle squeeze on her boyfriend's thigh drawing the brunette's attention.

“Hm?” he mumbled, cracking one eye open to see what Tiffany had been up to. 

Tiffany smiled looking up at him, now tracing his jawline with one of her sharpened nails, grinning seeing that Chucky allowed it even leaning further into her grasp. Slowly she cupped the side of his cheek, her touch gentle and full of loving warmth grazing against his slightly heating face. Slowly she pulled him closer, his iceberg's iris locking with her coffee brown ones with the two both instinctively shutting them as their lips touched. Their kiss tender at first with Chucky gradually pulling Tiffany closer and closer to him till there was nothing between them and Tiffany wrapping her limbs around his necks. The tenderness of the kiss soon exchanged for that of adrenaline passion, the two teens now wanting nothing more than to be closer pulling and grabbing each other tighter and tighter. Tiffany’s nails now digging into her boyfriend's scalp the pain of a radiating sting growing more and more prominent that Chucky ignored and grew to love the sensation of, and Chucky’s grabbing at Tiffany’s curved hips and torso, the two soon found their themselves pinned against the wall both longing for the each others touch.

However unbeknownst to the couple Charles' parents had returned home early from the movie, their car pulling into their driveway. Mary, Chucky’s adoptive mom had stepped out the vehicle reaching into her purse searching for the house keys.

“Oh don’t worry Mary I got em. You think Chuck’s gonna be happy we stopped to get him some pizza?” Liam, Mary’s boyfriend and Chucky's Foster father grinning wide as he unlocked the house carrying the fresh pizza. However much to his surprise the house was silent, curious he ventured upstairs to see what his son was up too.

“Hey sport your mom and I—” Liam could feel his jaw drop and his body cement to the ground in shock and absolute horror. Quickly the man averted his eyes and slammed the door shut and rushed downstairs to compose himself. 

Chucky swung his head up instantly his eyes widening, “shit”

Tiffany’s face flushed red as she sat up fixing her messy hair.

“T–Tiff you gotta go…Now” Chucky whispered, opening the window.

The blonde gave a silent apologetic nod before climbing out and sliding down a lonely tree that stood outside Chucky’ window.

…

“So was he happy about the pizza?” Mary questioned her native smile, contracting Liams look. Her look faded instantly seeing Liam's face twisting into one of concern.

“What’s wrong? Is Chucky okay?” she questioned

“He’s in great health….” Liam utterly lacked what to say, his mind still trying to figure out what he had just seen.

“Then what's wrong?”

“U–m M–Mary….C–Chuck was…having….well….he fully clothed if it makes you feel better”

The bright hue of Mary’s face drained as her eyes widened with each word Liam said.

“What”

…

After what felt like hours the couple finally managed to process their situation.

“I–I’ll go talk with him…I was his age once…I know what it’s like…” 

Mary nodded as she ran a hand through her long chestnut locks wishing she was dreaming.

Liam made his way upstairs, this time knocking on his foster son's door. “Hey Chuck”

“Go away Liam” Chuck retorted from the corner of his room his face buried in his pillow.

“I think we both know I can’t do that” he spoke softly, twisting the doorknob and setting into Chuck’s room. Quietly he stepped inside and sat himself beside Chuck.

“Look…Chucky…I know you’re growing up and things are changing with you” Liam pressed, his palms sweating at his discomfort from having the conversation.

Chucky only dug his head further into the pillow clenching his teeth, feeling his body tense in discomfort.

“A–And I know…you’re to want to…try new things…l–like you did tonight but it’s important that you do them in a safe and protected way….”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DAD PLEASE STOP” Chucky blurted tossing the covers off him.

Liam froze his lips tightening as he listened to Chucky and the word he used…Dad.

“I’M SURE IN THE FUTURE I’LL BE "THANKFUL" FOR THIS ADVICE BUT RIGHT NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” Chucky yelled his face flushed with redness and embarrassment.

Liam backed off giving a slight nod, “Alright…I’ll give you space” he relented leaving the teens bedroom.

#Chucky #tiffany valentine #Teen Chiffany #chucky x tiffany

[tidekissed]

u can tell me abt ur genshin s/i if you'd like!!!

HI I AM SORRY IM SO LATE TO THIS. I WAS DRAWING THIS STUPID MEME TO GO WITH THIS. @scroldie i think you wanted to see this too!

UHHH general warning for blood/murder/war crimes (kind of)/general fantasy violence.

I'll start this off by pasting a few of her character stories. In Genshin characters get several plus one that explains how they got their vision. This is Zale's Vision story.

Zale was only 15, but she carried the weight of centuries of suffering in her eyes that had already lost their shine as she slipped out of her house in the dead of night a few weeks after Ajax's disappearance. With a portable alchemy kit in hand, she carefully unearthed something stealthily marked with a trowel, digging until the snow and ice finally revealed a perfectly preserved dragon.

With shaking hands, Zale plunged her fist into the chest cavity, extracting the bleeding and still beating heart from the carcass. She squeezed it in her fist, the organ spurting blood onto her clothes from her show of force, and with a new resolve she set to work collecting the ruby red liquid in a beaker directly from the source.

She didn’t add much—just some slime jelly and powder from the dragon’s tooth—before she put the concoction over a small flame and called it done. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, before throwing her head back and downing the entire beaker in one go, frightened tears streaming down her face as she flirted with death.

Fire, red and noxious, spilled from her lips as she cried out in agony, clutching at her chest as if she felt she was being consumed from the inside. In her last moment of clarity, she ripped a scale from the dragon’s body and sliced herself down the middle of her chest, using the pain as a forceful anesthetic as the snow at her feet turned pink and red with her blood.

A Vision, red as the fire and blood, materialized in the fist still clutching the dragon’s heart."

So, essentially, Zale is born a few years before Ajax in Morepesok, Snezhnaya. Childhood buddies with him and my bestie @shimichazukes's insert Piper. Ajax is a little bit of a jokey jokester and gets himself almost killed falling into Abyss, aka a really fucking bad place to be. This makes everyone's lives explode. Zale, being the oldest and the one always yearning for adventure that egged young Ajax to take more risks, feels partly responsible for his disappearance. She grew up pretty sickly and wanted to go into academia, but Snezhnaya values the strong and not necessarily the bookish yet adventurous.

Due to feeling responsible for Ajax's disappearance and feeling helpless as Piper takes the fall for supposedly luring Ajax into it (his parents suck by the way), Zale gets desperate and decides to try something really fucking stupid—eat a dragon's preserved heart. She found said dragon preserved in Snezhnaya's endless ice and snow, marking it for herself for later study without telling anyone. This almost kills her, but she is granted a Vision and ends up pretty...scary. Zale changes dramatically, Ajax comes back but to the left, and Piper is left looking like

So long story short we all get drafted into the military. Piper enlists first because if you're an orphan in Snezhnaya and you make trouble you get sent to, in their words, "gay baby jail," aka the House of the Hearth. Ajax's parents want to get rid of him so he gets scouted second, quickly rising to Harbinger #11, Tartaglia/Childe. Zale is absolutely consumed with guilt and rage and is pressured more and more by the whispers of her parents/the other townspeople saying she's a monster and would do better being useful for her nation, so when the Fatui start playing the typical death cult card of making the very vulnerable and lonely person feel like they're part of a "family" she completely folds and joins as well.

Consuming dragon remains made Zale a little fucked up, to put it mildly. She's essentially superhuman, but due to being human FIRST really pushing herself hurts her. A lot. This is not helped by the fact that once some annoying officer of hers eggs her on to try and kill an Archon (aka a god), which happens to be Morax/Zhongli, and she nearly SUCCEEDS, she is promoted to Harbinger as well and dubbed #0, The Deceiver, or Covielle. (Harbingers are ranked by power, with a smaller number indicating higher power). Her main assignment? Murder of minor gods. She builds up quite a lot of what Genshin lore calls "god residue," and her pain is incredibly bad as a result. For anyone familiar, this is what Xiao deals with. Piper is infected with something similar later. Zale is so willing to carry out these murders because she feels cheated. Aren't gods supposed to protect or at least assist their subjects? If so, why have they forsaken her loved ones? If gods are so willing to abuse their power, she feels she should just take it away from them.

Eventually, she catches on to the fact that something is amiss with the Fatui. She realizes how badly Tartaglia is treated and how his unhealthy habit of viewing himself as simply a weapon is fed into by being used as one, sees Piper fall ill with Tatarigami poisoning as an intelligence officer, and sees how the other Harbingers seem hellbent on making sure she doesn't know the full extent of their plans, intentionally left in the dark and only used as some sort of goon to do the dirty work.

Thus, she leaves without giving anyone prior notice. This is described in another of her character stories.

She thought she was going to die. Fighting so many of her old coworkers all at once was the most taxing thing she had ever done, and she had fought gods for the Tsaritsa. Her Vision, rendered useless by something, hung grey at her side, her Electro Delusion shining a lurid purple as she fought relentlessly to keep from being apprehended. Scaramouche was particularly merciless—she was certain most if not all of the blood streaming down her face and arms was his fault. At least Ajax, her best friend, stood still, making no move to help or hurt her.

She certainly could have picked a better time to turn in her two weeks’ notice. But, of course, everyone was home and awaiting their next assignment when she chose to cut ties. To cut ties as a Harbinger meant your life was to be cut short as well, but Zale had never played by the rules.

For the first time in her life, the Iron Dragon ran. She stumbled through the snow, staining the countryside red with blood and lightning as she made for the border. She would not cause any more suffering. She would not be the reason for any more pain and loss. The gods were wrong, but so too was the Tsaritsa a god. Zale would be taken in by her ruse no longer.

She wasn’t sure how, but she managed to board a ship heading Archons knew where, desperately clinging to life as she lied through her teeth to the captain and said it was an Abyss Order attack that had her in such a state. The boat docked many hours later in some foreign port, and she fell to her knees on the shores of what she would later realize was Liyue.

All she remembered was someone calling to her before her body finally gave up and fainted.

~~

She was battered, bruised, and bleeding, but those angry sparks in her eyes had dulled to cinders, her Vision grey and empty at her breast as she stumbled from the ship and slid to the floor with her back to a stone wall. Her wounds were grave, and she looked as though she were going to pass away quietly at the docks, but that familiar brown coat from years before hauled her to her feet, asking quietly where she wanted to go.

She woke in a home that was not hers to a voice calling her that most certainly was not hers. It belonged to a man who was kind and warm, the polar opposite of the chill back home in Snezhnaya that had nothing to do with the climate. He was saying something —something about needing to take pills—while he dressed Zale’s wounds, and in her bruised and battered state Zale could have cried at how gentle the man was with her. She could not endanger someone so kind with her presence that tainted everything it touched.

Zale slipped out of the house in the dead of night, leaving naught but a note to say thank you and to not come looking for her again…lest trouble follow.

Far more alert, she marched on, away from Liyue and then away from the city of freedom whose freedom her very presence could endanger. She wasn’t stupid. She had seen the Fatui agents the city was crawling with, and she knew there would be a warrant out for her head. If she wanted to survive, her place was not among others. Dragonspine Mountain—cold, lonely, and unforgiving—felt like a fitting place for her. She ascended to the summit, clearing out monsters, braving unusually strong gales, and setting up a makeshift home sheltered by what looked to be an enormous nail.

As she curled into her fur cape, the familiar kiss of the frigid wind lulled her into her first deep sleep in a long, long time.

So, essentially, she hightails it to Liyue, gets nursed back to health by Zhongli and is given god residue management pills that he also gives to Xiao, and then hoofs it to Mondstadt and climbs Dragonspine to live out the rest of her days.

Aaaand then the Traveler shows up. She doesn't particularly want to be their bodyguard, but she also sort of wants a chance to start over and see the world...and maybe learn a little bit more about herself. So, she accepts, and then her story is more intertwined with the plot of the main game. There are some big plot beats that diverge a little bit from what Genshin actually does, namely the Golden House fight and the battle against the Shogun in Inazuma, but this is already long winded enough.

Oh, and one last thing.

That dragon she ate?

She'll eventually learn its identity, and it's an important one. TFW you accidentally complete a burial rite for the king of dragons and end up with an ancient god's power essentially eating you from the inside and telling your body to either adapt and become less human or die. Fun stuff. Never needed that stupid Vision and Delusion after all and the Fatui were just keeping your identity a secret so they could drip feed you Abyssal energy to corrupt you from the inside out so that you would do their bidding!

If you managed to get this far I love you.

#tidepool chats #my god im so sorry i went OFF off

[ninjautistic]

what stuff do u use for ur art :0 (like apps and tables)

I use clip studio paint! And I use a Boston drawing tablet! It's pretty big, however I might need a new one as the screen from my computer doesn't pop up on my drawing tablet, therefore I might need a new cable, but it still works! For now it just works as a big ass Wacom 🤔

I also use two brushes in csp called "imi" (for sketching/lineart) and "muffin" (for colouring and rendering!) However I can't get a picture of what the brushes look like rn, I haven't been using these brushes lately though because I've been trying out new ones! I'm trying to dig out different kinds of styles :)

But if you look further down at my art before I got into Ninjago, you can see the brush being used if it has that vintage texture in the lineart! Here's a example of the two brushes being exclusively used in my artworks:

The brushes are in the csp brush store/catalogue, and they're free! I've liked the vintage crayon-textured brushes that you can clearly see in some people's artworks and I've been trying to find some of those brushes! It's been a long search, but "imi" and "muffin" are close to that description! I just gotta learn how to make my own brushes to achieve a brush that I want..

If you don't use csp, I'm sure other brushes in free programs like medibang paint, ibis paint and Krita, have a similar brush set to the ones I use (like a pencil brush!) I have used Krita sometimes with my MLP artworks! Krita is good too, they have great brushes to render and colour with, plus their advanced colour wheel is super helpful! :3

#I didnt mean to write a entire essay oops #im just acoustic 😋

[stormblessed95]

Hi!!! It’s me again. I hope your having a great day. As our resident BTSpedia I’m hoping you can tell me where to look cause I’ve been on YouTube and it didn’t help. Also this isn’t Jikook related.

I became army after the HYYH period. Everyone is extremely excited and I’m happy to be able to see it for myself. My confusion is why do they say it’s gay and they hope Yoonkook have a happy ending? I’ve watched what I can on YouTube to try and tie the moments and videos together, but I may be missing some things.

Do you happen to know why they call it this and where I may be able to get a full picture? Thank you!!!!

This is, in part, asking the impossible. Because you will likely get a different interpretation of the story with every person you ask. Plus there is so much and it's confusing no matter what. Lol So like everything else, it's best to dive into it all and draw your own conclusions. So I'll do a general overview of it all and then I'll get into why a lot of people, but especially the queer community, thinks it's gay. This is going to be an incredibly long post probably, so I apologize in advance lol. But I know I have a lot of baby armys on this blog too, so if yall are interested, hopefully this helps!

To start, it's always important to remind people that this is fictional. None of their relationships within this storyline or the things that they've gone through/did is an accurate portrayal of their real lives. Even if some things link up (like them all loving each other lots etc) they are playing characters, characters with their own names, but characters still. If we want to relate it to real life at all, the only thing we could do is possibly have an interesting discussion over the homoromantic themes BH included in this storyline full of trauma, angst, love and friendship and why they did that. Lol the general overall theme of this storyline though seems to be that SeokJin time travels in his efforts to save the other members, from outside forces and/or from themselves. As well as the overarching themes of the importance of friendships, etc.

So basically I'm going to go ahead and start this post off with a list of the videos, notes, webtoons, etc included in the hyyh BU storyline that you would need to watch/read in to get the best understanding of the story. As well as go ahead and tell you that the pairings are worth paying attention to. Which would be yoonkook, taejoon, jihope and then Jin is our main character basically. So yes, if you were just watching the videos, you definitely missed major chunks of the storyline. Also worth noting, the storyline can contain trigger warnings for violence, mental and physical abuse, suicide, suicidal thoughts, substance abuse, homicide, and parental neglect. So just make sure you are good with all that before really digging into it.

The list, including links, in order of release:

BTS Begins Concert VCR

I Need U (original 19+ MV)

HYYH On Stage Prologue Video

Run MV

I Need U Japan MV

Run Japan MV

Epilogue Young Forever MV

Short Films 1 - 7 (Begin, Lie, Stigma, First Love, Reflection, Mama, Awake)

Blood Sweat and Tears MV

Blood Sweat and Tears Japan MV

The Wings Concept Book

Testesso "Smeraldo" Flower Shop Blog

Love Yourself Poster Translations

HYYH the Notes: Seokjin Translation

Highlight Reel: '起承轉結'

HYYH the Notes: Her

Euphoria: Theme of LY Wonder

HYYH the Notes: Jungkook Translation

Fake Love Teaser 1

Fake Love Extended Edition MV

HYYH the Notes: Tear

HYYH the Notes: Seokjin Translation

Comeback Trailer: Epiphany

HYYH the Notes: Answer

Smeraldo Books Twitter Account

Save Me Webtoon (15 episodes)

HYYH the Notes Book 1

HYYH the Notes: Persona

Game Concept Trailer

HYYH the Notes: 7

HYYH the Notes Book 2

BTS Universe Story Game

Some extra context, for the Testesso Smeraldo flower shop blog, this was started and found by ARMY after Seokjin tweeted out a photo with Smeraldo Flowers a couple days before the Love Yourself Era was introduced in 2017. It's a naver blog that is run by the owner of the fictional smeraldo flower shop that Jin encounters in the storyline. The blog basically describes the history of the flower leading up to the shops opening. None of the BU characters are named in the blog, but there are lots of hints pointing towards Seokjin being the customer that is described in multiple posts. The blog also has only been active and updating recently whenever BTS is having a comeback and starting a new era. The mentioned dates of the flower shop alleged openings have always been at the same time as BTS ends up announcing for their comeback. And the Smeraldo Books Twitter account was first opened with the introduction of the Save Me Webtoon Tweet. And has since posted notes for books 1 and 2, which contained all previous notes as well as unseen and updated ones too. And something to keep in mind as you read the notes too, each album seems to be a new timeline taking place and time leaps happening. So pay attention to the dates at the top of each of the notes.

There are many many many theories out there over wtf is even happening in this storyline. But there are a few key plot points that are "canon" and the theories are built around those. Basically the story starts with the boys all meeting and becoming friends in high-school, in the fictional world year 19. We see them meet in BTS Begins VCR, they got in trouble for being late and punished by needing to clean up an old storage classroom. They ended up becoming friends and using this classroom as a hideout and that is the start of the story. They fall apart a bit as adults.

A really good general story overview and theory of the storyline is done by Xceleste, which you can watch here if you want too

So since Celeste does a good job at talking about overall story plots and theories as well as pointing out things that are confirmed facts, etc. I'll just assume we all understand what's happening in the story and just talk about what things made some people think it's gay. In particular with yoonkook. Yoongi in the BU has some pretty severe attachment issues stemming from trauma. He does not want to be emotionally attached to anyone again. We see this in the notes when he is watching JK cry while playing the paino. JK himself having issues with fear of abandonment, self harm and suicide attempts (or successes depending on what timeline you are in). JK wanted someone to love him throughout his life while Yoongi was afraid of loving someone. He thought he wouldn't be able to protect Jungkook.

"I didn't want to be important for someone. I wasn't sure I could protect that someone till the end. I wasn't confident I could stand by that someone till the end. I didn't want to hurt that someone. I didn't want to get hurt" - Yoongi, The Notes, after finding JK playing the piano.

They often ended up meeting in this storage room to play piano and create music. Yoongi sharing that part of himself with JK. Despite him not wanting to care, it's clear he does when he steps in to protect JK from a teacher when they get caught in the storage room. Yoongi ends up expelled from the school and disappears. Yoonkook don't see each other again for like another 2 years. When I say this is angsty and traumatic 😭 its giving first love you never get over vibes

Begin short film had many things burning (which is a Yoongi connection), it starts off with JK calling Hyung and has him holding a painted portrait of Yoongi as well. In Yoongis First Love short film, we see him break into a shop to play the piano again for the first time in a long time, since giving up music after he got expelled. The piano ends up burning.. In the notes, Yoongi hears his song and runs finding JK who had broken into the shop to play the piano. Them meeting again for the first time in 2 years. We see the car speed past Yoongi in First Love, and in the notes we know that it's JK playing the piano he heard before the car almost hits him in an alternate timeline.

From the Save Me Webtoon, we can assume that this meeting again after he finds JK at the piano didn't go well. Yoongi rejects JK, telling him to just go. Which ended up with Yoongi in bed alone, horribly sad and running his hand over the empty spot in bed next to him. Missing someone. Missing JK? JKs shirt is also left with Yoongi in the motel room. And in making films, Yoongi talks about how for acting in this scene, he is sad from a break up.

In other timelines both yoonkook have attempted (and in the failed timelines, they succeed) suicides. Yoongi tries to commit suicide by fire, similar to his mother. After multiple attempts to save him, Seokjin realizes that just like Yoongi was the only one who could save Jungkook from jumping off the roof, JK is the only one who can save Yoongi.

"My last sight of this world was this dirty, isolated room, the red-hot flames and rolling heat, and JK's twisted face." - Yoongi, the notes, after he sets fire to his room and JK saves him

In the highlight reels after JKs car accident, he seems to make a friend to help him through his recovery in another girl at the hospital, but thinks of Yoongi often. Yoongi seems to have tried moving on, but not very well. He is either in a relationship with or good friends with another girl, but never seems super happy there. His breaking point being when he got a text about JK being in an accident but couldn't bring himself to go into his hospital room. Hoesok even bringing up that he should go see JK, "don't you know what you mean to him?" Being the exact quote he used that we see in the notes. Yoongi struggling to go see him because he felt that anyone close to him was bound to be hurt. When the girl Yoongi was with ends up playing at the hospital, JK recognized the music as the song he used to play with Yoongi in the storage room, and his lighter with Yoongi's initials hanging on her guitar. All his flashbacks were the softest scenes, honestly. And JK seemed to think of them so fondly. And in the behind the scenes that was filmed for those flashbacks, they were very awkward talking about the scenes they filmed and kept reiterating that it's not them in real life. Lmao which really lends to the theory they were playing boyfriends and knew the romantic undertones in these scenes playing out and what it looked like. "Complaining that they had to act like good friends" yes editors, "good friends." 🤣😅 The clip here:

Essentially with yoonkook, it was a lot of moments interlaced within their story and the way they talked to each other/about each other that really made it clear they were VERY important to each other, more so than the relationships they had within the group setting, which those were clearly important enough to time travel for. Lol the way their story interconnects in so many little ways with romantic undertones through all the interactions. A lot of people theorized that the piano in some ways represented JK in this storyline for Yoongi, making JK his first love as well along with music. The piano played when JK is around and stopped when he got into his accident. Yoongi getting up early with JK at the sea before everyone else to sit with arms around each other, smiling and gazing out to sea. JK giving Yoongi flowers in the Euphoria timeline video. They fight in Run over Yoongi breaking a promise to JK, theorized that the promise was to live. Resulting in Yoongi smashing a mirror with Blue Roses in its reflection, which is a flower that symbolizes unattainable love.

This is already insanely long, the main or most obvious "couple" in the BU was clearly yoonkook, but I think that there is a good argument to be made that Jihope and TaeJoon were also or had the potential to be more than just friends. Yoonkook is canon though, argue with the wall 😂

In high-school, Hoseok would walk Jimin home all the time, even though it was a really long way out of his way. They would dance together. We see videos of Jimin filming Hobi with the fondest smile on his face while he dances. He filmed Hobis dance partner too, which we learn is because Jimin wanted to be the perfect dance partner for Hoseok one day. Hoseok was also the one who took Jimin to the hospital the first time after his seizure before they didn't see each other again for 2 years. When they were both in the hospital, Hoseok slipped on the stairs and Jimin saves him. In both their short story films (Lie and Mama) we see similar situations and connections between the hospitals. We see Jimin continually look to the bed next to him, where Hoseok used to be, missing him. We see in Euphoria how Hoseok brings everyone together to help encourage Jimin to leave with them, to save Jimin from himself. Taking Jimin back home to stay at his house too. We even get in the behind the scenes for some of this footage of them in the hospital, when pretending to be in character during the scene where Jimin saves Jhope on the stairs, he calls Jhope "honey."

Plus we are getting quotes like during Hoseoks efforts to help Jimin in the hospital and help him escape.

"He reached for my hand..."

"Jimin, I'll come back for you"

"Hoseok said he would carry you on his back if he could"

And while Hoseok was watching Jimin dancing, he said "mistakes I saw during the practice approached me differently now. The small mistakes and amateurishness actually gave a unique wave. Jimin was different from me but he had his own timing, his own style of expressing. Jimin was shining and dancing in a way that moves people's hearts."

I'm just saying, they were very "I love you, let's live for each other" type of vibes.

Hyyh TaeJoon were basically the "be gay do crime" definition. Lol the tension in that loaded look between them as they got arrested. Like WOW okay. Plus, when Tae needed help, Namjoon was the first and only person he called. And always continues to think to call him first whenever he is in trouble. Literally placing all his faith and trust into Namjoon for a lot of things. Tae seemed to be one of the first to split off on his own. He found a new criminal friend, Namjoon seemed to have an interest in another girl for a while, but a lot seemed to stem from finding similarities of himself in her. They reconnected again in jail or in regards to being arrested (be gay do crime) later in the various timelines and quickly seem to be close again. We see similarities in their short Films as well, with the phone connections. Things or places or themselves being locked up/unreachable. We also see a lot of mirrored images through the MVs of moments that Taejoon were in together, to Tae being in alone. Alluding to feelings of lose and loneliness as well. Always again, saving each other. Looking out for each other, spending time together.

And we get quotes like this from Namjoon about Tae:

"And I asked myself: Do I believe Taehyung? And the answer was always the same."

"I feel like I'm losing my mind whenever I see him smile like that"

And from Tae about Namjoon:

"Can I stay here with you?"

"He held out his hand. I just kept looking up at him. His hand was warm."

Plus then we have the behinds where they say the scene they are filming is romantic and they are on a date, with Joon laying on Tae's arm 😅😂 idk what else to say about that. Lmfao

Basically HYYH BU is angsty trauma filled depression, queer youth found family with pillow fights, all the elements, and lots of flannel. And trauma. Trauma should be in this list 8 times. So much yearning and angst and hurt and trauma 😭 and now with Yet to Come being tagged "the most beautiful moment in life" aka HYYH, people are speculating that maybe we will finally get a conclusion to the BU storyline and everyone just wants a happy ending please. Lol there is honestly a lot more we could dig into to talk about symbolism and different motifs used. And all the potential queer coding happening, intentional or accidental. I know I definitely focused mostly on yoonkook here, but they really had the most going on. Like for real and the most angsty yearning codependency while being avoidant tendencies. Lol

Again, this is ALL FICTIONAL. THEY ARE ACTING AND PLAYING CHARACTERS. Lol please don't take any of this and translate it into real life relationships or scenarios. And again, this is mostly all theory too. So you can also go through and read all the stories (the notes books are still available for purchase on weverse) and decide for yourself what you think is happening. And it's okay to be confused. I'm still a little confused honestly too. Lol thanks for the ask. Sorry this is a whole ass essay and it took me so long! 💜

#my thoughts over hyyh and why is it gay

[greghatecrimes]

ok so,, I was reading your HMD fic, and I'm genuinely blown away by how accurate the characterization is. I love the fic so much,,, I could write an essay on how it's already ripped my heart out.

but like,, whats your thought process / routine when going to write their characters?? any characters really. I'm asking bc I'm struggling with this sm, and I feel like my characterizations just come out as dry 😭 any tips help 💛

(no but deadass I love ur writing sm u have no CLUE)

WOW. Both your compliments and the fact that you enjoy my characterization enough to ask for advice are such honors to receive, anon 😭 Thank you so, so much, for the lovely message, for reading and enjoying my fic, and for sending so much love about my writing!!

As for characterization: it definitely took me a lot of practice to nail down both House and Thirteen. It’s something I’m constantly working on each time I write. When I write House specifically, my parameter is always “can I hear these lines of dialogue in his voice? do they sound like they fit?” House has such a distinctive personality and style of speaking that provides a really strong, detailed sort of “litmus test” to put my writing up against. When I’m having a hard time getting him right, I go back and rewatch some of my favorite clips of him to get into the flow of his banter and picture his mannerisms/nonverbal cues when speaking.

Thirteen… is a lot harder to give advice for. Truly I think I’m only as comfortable as I am writing her because I’ve just spent so much time thinking about her (and talking about her with friends). In general, I kind of take apart characters in my mind and try to break them down to the simplest components: what do they want more than anything? what are they most afraid of? what’s important to them? how do they see themselves when they look in the mirror, and how is that different from the image they project to everyone else? and why are those two images different? Both House and Thirteen perceive themselves differently than how they carry themselves and act around others. If you can take the moments of vulnerability in the show and really dig down into them, use them to get to all the layers of the character, it really helps with generalizing how they might feel and react in other situations, writing dialogue, etc.

And, most important of all: It doesn’t have to he perfect! You can make mistakes. Practicing & making mistakes is how we improve. And besides, it’s hard to draw a character completely accurate the first time, right? It’s the same with writing. It takes time to get to know the ins and outs, but eventually you know them well enough that it becomes almost second nature. And: don’t be afraid to take liberties! If you think a character would say or do something, try it and see how it feels! And think about how you might feel in a situation or what you might say if you were that character. Bringing bits of yourself into your writing is a surefire way to make it more lifelike and authentic, and your readers will be able to connect with it, too.

#writing thoughts #ask #anon #sweet asks #greg house #remy thirteen hadley

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

At The Cliff's Edge [18+]

Marc Spector x GN Reader

Rated Explicit 'cause they fuck, oral (m receiving), sexy use of cuffs, orgasm denial, slight peppering of daddy kink, anal sex, sub!marc because why not >:) , NOT BETA READ i wrote this at 2 am and finished it at 8 am so ...

Word Count: 2171

it's a long one lads, i got carried away and ended up not sleeping to write this. also i've literally never done a [Y/N] fic this was weird to write lmaoo. i don't think this is all that good tbh, idk, u tell me

[gif sorta unrelated but the thought of marc spector on his knees looking up at you with those eyes of his oh im-]

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Marc couldn't tell how long it had been since they started. For all he knew, it could've only been a few minutes that passed since his partner decided to cuff his wrists to the bedpost and have their way with him.

It took him some effort but eventually, Marc lifted his head from where it had rolled onto his stretched-out arms to look at [Y/N], who had situated themselves between his thighs and was watching his leaking red cock with a teasing smile. They lifted a hand to slowly trace their index finger along the throbbing vein on his dick, while the other remained fisting the base tightly, causing Marc to whine and thrust his hips upwards for more, for some sort of relief.

"Oh, poor thing. Do you want to cum baby?" They chuckled softly, scratching their nails along Marc's inner thighs as his cock twitched. He wanted so badly to cum, he needed more, but his lover had ensured that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

"I want to draw this out for as long as I can sweetheart. I'm going to keep you on the edge until you're crying until you're begging for my cock, and after that, all you'll do is keep cumming for me. Isn't that right, baby?"

That's what they'd said earlier. Was it an hour ago? It feels like it was an hour ago.

Marc grit his teeth as he felt their hands moving over his cock, one fisting him slowly, fingers wrapped around him just a little tight, while the other teased his head.

"I need you to tell me when you're close yeah?" they whispered, their warm breath washing over his cock, making him shiver. Marc watched as they licked their lips and smiled at him, seemingly waiting for something.

"Marc? Did you hear what I said honey? I need you to tell me when you're close. Can you do that?"

"Yes," he whispered, his hips rising up on their own accord, trying to get those hands back on his cock, or any part of his body really.

"Good."

Honestly, Marc should've seen it coming, but he was so keyed up that he hadn't anticipated what happened in the next few seconds, because suddenly, there was a warm, wet mouth around his cockhead, sucking it with a ferocity that made Marc scream and throw his head back against the pillow.

He was aware that he was saying something, he couldn't tell what, but all he was aware of in that moment was the mouth around his cock (which was now sucking him in further down their throat) as he thrashed against his restraints. His thighs were shaking, and he tensed his muscles as he tried to fight the oncoming orgasm.

"M'close, please, please I need to cum, please let me cum-"

And just like that, he was back on the edge, his hips being pressed down against the bed by an arm while a cockring (he didn't even know where that came from) was being slipped onto his cock, effectively keeping his orgasm at bay.

Marc was vaguely aware of the tears that had fallen down the sides of his face and into his hairline, and he could hear the whines and sobs that escaped his mouth. There might have been a part of him that was embarrassed at the way he was twisting in the sheets, arching his back as he thrust his hips against the air as he cried for relief, but all he could think about was the pressure low in his belly and his throbbing cock.

"Daddy," he whined, trying to move his hands against the cuffs, feeling the cold metal dig into his warm skin. "Please, please I need you."

Marc's eyes had closed shut at some point but they fluttered open when he felt a hand caress his cheek, wiping away the tear tracks that had formed. He sighed as he looked into his [Y/N]'s attentive eyes and leaned his head against their hand, turning to mouth against their palm before slowly pulling a thumb into his mouth, sucking it while looking up with pleading eyes.

Slowly, they pulled their thumb away from Marc's mouth before unlocking the cuffs. Marc knew what was expected of him, so he stayed still, even after the cuffs were completely off. He felt lips on his left wrist, and then his right, before his arms were being pulled back down to rest beside him.

"I love you Marc. I love you so much," they said with a soft smile as they pushed his hair away from his eyes.

"I-I love you too..."

They chuckled, biting their bottom lip in a way that made Marc's toes curl. "Remember that, yeah? 'Cause we're not done baby boy."

Suddenly, Marc's legs were being lifted and bent at the knees, and he was told to hold them up, exposing his ass. He heard the familiar click of the bottle of lube being opened and his thighs began shaking again as he prepared himself for what was coming next.

There was something about watching his partner knelt between his bent legs, one arm bracing them while the other moved slowly to his hole, tracing circles around his puckered rim that made Marc's whole body shake. The lube was still a little cold and it made him flinch when he felt their fingers dip a little into him, before going back to tracing him hole, trying to soothe him into relaxing.

Marc was fully panting now, whining with a combination of [Y/N]'s name and 'daddy' rolling off his tongue. His cock was leaking precum onto his stomach despite the tight cockring. He felt a finger move into him, slowly but surely, up to the second knuckle, deep but not deep enough.

That one finger moved in and out, slowly, until Marc was begging for another finger, for their cock, anything.

A soft kiss against his calf, before another finger joined the first, and this time they moved faster, pressing against his inner walls while the thumb outside massaged the spot just under his balls, making him seize up and fist the sheets in his hands.

"Please, please, fuck me- I need you to fuck me please-" Marc sobbed, thrusting back against the fingers that were now deep inside him. He'd loosened up quite a bit, and he turned his head to eye the strap-on that had been haphazardly thrown onto the bed beside him before they'd started this whole thing. It was big, long, but not too thick, and he clenched around the fingers inside him in anticipation.

"Wait, you'll get what you need in a bit, alright?" they said, eyeing his hole intently as they kept fingering him, switching between shallow and deep thrusts, while scissoring their fingers apart occasionally. On one particular thrust, their fingers brush against a bundle of nerves that has Marc keening and arching his back, moaning weakly as he's denied yet another orgasm. He doesn't know how long it's been still, and his cock is still leaking, twitching where it lays curved against his stomach, and he has half the mind to start yelling and cursing, but he knows that will only make it worse, because [Y/N] might just decide to draw this out even longer, and that's the last thing he wants. As much as he loves this, this thin line between pain and pleasure that he's teetering on, he can't wait to have his lover finally fuck him.

And it looked like he didn't have to wait longer, because [Y/N] was pulling their fingers out of him, before carefully pulling on the strap-on, adjusting the harness until they were satisfied with how it stayed, before crawling up Marc's body, pressing their chests together and grinding the dildo against his hip. Lips pressed against his in a soft kiss, which quickly turned harsh as teeth bit into his bottom lip, making him gasp slightly, prompting their tongues to swirl sensually against each other. Marc could taste himself, and it made him heady with want.

"You ready baby? Ready for daddy's cock?"

All Marc could do was whine in response, as he watched them lean back and grab hold of his legs to situate them around their hips. Quick fingers made a grab for the discarded bottle of lube, before Marc made quick work of lubing up the dildo with one hand while tracing the edge of the harness, watching goosebumps erupt on his lover's skin as his fingers drifted over the exposed skin of their hip.

"I'm ready-" Marc began to say and before he could get all the words out, the dildo was pushing against his rim, slipping and catching against it because of all the lube. It took a couple of tries but the dildo finally pushed into Marc, and he let out a loud moan, pressing his thighs against their hips. There was no real finesse to any of it after that. Both of them were worked up from the long foreplay, and neither of them was in the mood to draw this out any longer, so Marc urged his partner to fuck him hard and deep by pulling their hips closer.

The pace was harsh, as [Y/N] leaned over him, pushing his knees against his chest as they fucked him. Every thrust had Marc gasping and gripping the sheets until eventually he was grabbing onto [Y/N]'s shoulders and pulling them close, mouthing at their neck, biting and licking bruises onto their skin.

Nails dug into hips as [Y/N] continued to thrust into him, managing to find his prostate and grinding right against it over and over again. They were both panting, foreheads pressed close, when [Y/N] moved one of their hands towards Marc's cock, which was red and ruddy, leaking a continuous stream of precum that had smeared against their stomachs by that point. They wrapped their fingers against his cock, pressing their thumb slightly against the head and massaging it, making Marc buck up against their hand which only made [Y/N] slip deeper into him.

"Please, please- I need to cum, please-"

"Shh, I know, I know. I've got you, baby," they whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before carefully pulling the cockring off. This only prompted Marc to continue begging for release, hips grinding harder against the dildo in his ass.

If it weren’t for the firm grip [Y/N] had on his cock, he might have cum on the spot.

Marc bit out a curse. "Oh, I hate you- "

"Tch tch, told you what you were in for, didn't I?" [Y/N] laughed, before whispering, "do you want to stop?

"No, no, keep going. Please."

[Y/N] hummed, pulling their hand away from Marc's cock, and sat up to watch the way Marc's hole clenched against the unmoving dildo. They pulled almost all the way out, thumb tracing Marc's stretched rim.

Eventually, they looked up to find Marc watching them. The sight of him was really something to behold. His lips were swollen from just how much [Y/N] had bitten them, his skin was flushed red, and there were bruises and bite marks all over his neck and shoulders that [Y/N] doesn't even remember leaving on his skin.

"[Y/N]...please...," Marc's bottom lip quivered. It took him every bit of self-control to keep his hands from reaching down and jerking himself off, but he'd come this far. He could only hope that [Y/N] would take pity on him soon.

They smiled, before winking at him and thrusting into him hard, and something about it just set him off, because suddenly Marc's body convulsed and his cock was pulsing as he came all over himself, his cum shooting up so far it hit his chin. [Y/N] gaped at him with slight amusement as Marc's cock continued releasing ropes of cum against his stomach and chest all while he whimpered and keened.

(Marc would later insist that what set him off wasn't the sight of a confident and sexy [Y/N] looking down at him and winking with that smile. It totally was though.)

They slowly pulled all the way out, rubbing their thumbs soothingly along Marc's hips when he winced.

Marc stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily as he came down from the intensity of his prolonged orgasm, his eyes following [Y/N] as they walked towards the bathroom. He heard the water running for a bit before he heard them walk back to the bed and felt the mattress dip under their weight as they crawled towards him and oh-so-gently wiped him down, starting with his chest and stomach, before slowly coaxing him to lift his legs and wipe his sensitive hole.

"Shower now or later?" [Y/N] asked, leaning over Marc on one elbow as they slowly brushed his curls away from his eyes.

"Later."

"Alright," they said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "How do you feel?"

Marc sighed contentedly. "I feel fucking great."

"Yeah?"

Marc pulled [Y/N] against him, wrapping an arm around their waist before whispering, "Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too Marc."

#m writes #marc spector x reader #nsft #marc spector fic #moon knight x reader #moon knight fic #marc spector smut #marc spector fanfiction

[myrddin-wylt]

S, ship ranking for k i m c h i b u r g e r ?

A: I love it.

finally, some good fucking food. delicious.

it's deeply unfair that this is a rarepair tbh. like what's with that? Americans are so fond of S. Korea that now we're swapping music and movies??? And yeah that's kinda normal but that's normal with other English-speaking countries, not other languages. Bong Joon-ho got the entire US including then-president Trump to watch his movie and it was critically acclaimed??? like do you know how rare it is for Americans to watch foreign films Britain doesn't count? I just think that's so neat. It was bizarre when Gangnam Style went mainstream, especially for my Korean friends who were just ??? 'Why am I hearing my native language rn?'

like yes Alfred and Yong Soo are military allies and would fight tooth and nail for each other but there's also a much more kind of artistic appreciation that they have for each other? and honestly I think Yong Soo is one of the few people who can actually get Alfred to talk about like, the more complex sort of artistic analysis that he wouldn't share with anyone else.

like even though American culture is so globally pervasive - or, more likely, because it's so pervasive - not many people think of Alfred as a particularly cultured person, and he's honestly fine with that. there's fucking nothing worse than really liking a piece of media and start digging into it just for someone else to say it sucked, right? Alfred is like that about a lot of things he enjoys, and it's hard to blame him when his peers include Francis and Arthur and generally the most snobbish people on earth (ie Europe). He's not going to talk about the merits of video games and/or cinema as an artform with, like, Arthur- (even if that's probably a little bit unfair to Arthur tbh) because enough people have looked down on him for not having any sophistication and his interests being too childish (okay Arthur's definitely guilty of that one) etc etc.

He doesn't worry Yong Soo will judge him though. Imo my Alfred is kinda just Not Great at anything artsy, but he still enjoys doing it sometimes; if he's in the mood to draw a comic, Yong Soo will be the person he shows it to. or if he impulse-buys a guitar and spends months trying to learn to play it, he'll play something for Yong Soo first.

and it's really cute because obviously Yong Soo knows what it's like to have older, "more cultured" people call you childish and tasteless, and he's also just an upbeat, positive person. So when Alfred shows him the dumbest comic he's ever seen or a mangled cover of a song everyone's heard a million times, Yong Soo can still hype it up and engage with it with Alfred. And then Yong Soo starts adopting parts of American culture without seeing it as like, low-class pedestrian kind of content, and Alfred is flattered, thrilled, and a bit baffled. and then Alfred realizes that, oh hey, this shit slaps!

It's really shows and movies that get to Alfred more than anything. Yong Soo asked if Alfred wanted to come over and watch Squid Game and share what they thought of it and Alfred's just 'I want to come over there and kiss you on the mouth. And yes I'll watch Squid Game.'

when it comes to pastries and food, though, Alfred is definitely taking tips from Yong Soo. Yong Soo offers him bingsoo for the first time and Alfred's just 'wow I didn't think you could make me fall in love with you more than I already have but somehow you did.'

#ask #itstokkii #ask game #ship game

[elh-loves-things]

thinking about....... salmonlings.........

two main ideas, ones that evolved naturally and ones that evolved with help from the Alternian liquid crystals after the events of story mode in 3 (maybe there was some shit on the rocket idk i just wanted to design bitches lol)

im gonna reffer to them as

Salmonling - Left, evolved with help

Salmonidling - Right, evolved naturally (and if anyone can think of a better name , feel free to suggest PFFH,)

the little fresh guys, salmonlings! their hair usually has that main fin down the middle, but does not continue down their back. kind of hard to describe how the fins work, maybe I'll illustrate that later if ppl like these guys

their swim form is fucking adorable (scientific term) and they're closer in appearance to a regular, non-spawning salmon. because they had the aid of the Alternian liquid crystals, they can change their ink colour, unlike their natural counterpart. their fins change colour, including from about the forearm down. they have three fingers, a thumb, index, and a large flexible chunk.

tbh i love the way these guys turned out, the silly (i still might make some changes tho, not exactly 100% on these guys)

salmonidlings are much more clumsy than their Alternian counterparts, but also stronger in some ways. like inklings, they can only swim in their own ink, and to counteract the constant onslaught of enemy ink, they can jump pretty damn far in swim form. I'd say they can swim a very short distance in enemy ink, and unless they end up in their own ink on the other side, they're forced into bipedal mode with a bit of damage already done. they have weapons that spread ink as well, I've been thinking of a few (the ladle was a last minute decision, i drew the left arm before the weapon 🫠)

their middle fin is much more pronounced than Salmonlings' are, and it continues down the back. in swim form, it peeks above the ink, but you'd be really lucky to have one swim close to you, their clumsiness mainly comes into play in their bipedal form. switching from swim to biped is much slower than ink/octo/salmonlings,(so they'd tend to swap farther away) but I'd be willing to bet their weapons make them something to be feared (perhaps you could pick them up once they're defeated.....🤔)

they have two fingers, thumbs and then one chunk, like a mitten. swim form of course, looks closer to a spawning salmon.

fun fact, they don't have ears, those points are extended gills. i dont know if salmon have ears to begin with! (probably in the splatoon universe at least, otherwise omega-3 would have a hell of a hard time selling) [i imagine they have ear holes, like some birds. maybe behind the extended gills?]

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theres still some stuff im trying to figure out, like wether or not salmonlings can enter water. i imagine if they can, and participated in turf wars or the like, in order to keep it fair they'd have a bursting pack of enemy ink for if they fell in like in some of the Octo Expansion levels. either that or those liquid crystals fucked them all up i guess

i was also thinking about a salmonling specific ability, because salmon have amazing senses of smell, if they're standing still in swim form and press R, they can see everyone through walls, like Thermal Ink. The drawback would be a subpar sub weapon, like a splat bomb but smaller or something.

part of me doesnt like this though, because then every salmonling would be forced to use a small splat bomb. maybe it could be a main ability attachment to headgear? or maybe be its own sub weapon(anyone can use it this way, which I'd been trying to find a workaround for anyways), and while you do it, you can't recharge ink. I'm digging that last one

lots of thoughts. head full. love these. tell me what u think if u want. sorry all the drawings are on sticky notes i only ever really have the willpower to draw at work rn but i do wanna make these guys digital

#salmon run #salmon run next wave #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splat2n #I'm proud of these tbh 💝💖 i love love love thinking about stuff like this #my stuff

[piercedpressure]

how has deja evolved over the years? i swear she gets redesigned like every few months /pos lol

LMAOOO ud be right cause shes changed stories each year (im painfully indecisive), this year is the only story ive genuinely been interested in exploring since i finally landed on a genre i think would fit her best? and i consider her redesigns to be a sort of progression into how ive grown as a writer and maybe as a person since shes been with me for so long lmao

ill place this under read more cause ill go into condensed detail about her evolution for her characterization, her design, and a small timeline for her story contexts but tl;dr shes grown so much and has gotten way more complex. i love her so much

2017-early 2018: she actually started out as a sona concept! design wise, nothing really special tbh, i was throwing stuff i really liked. for 2017, she was just a throwaway concept, but i was rapidly improving towards the end of that year...

mid-2018: ... that i ended up reusing her concept as a character concept, and during that year, i made an au with a friend that spiraled into something that lasted about the next 2 years, that then included her as one of the main characters LMAO. i wanted to draw crazy hair and also a cute mask, so i did. i ended up making it so that the masks were to both hide her identity (shes a fugitive in the au) and to be some sort of metaphor. her personality was very outwardly sweet, but she could also kill you so it best to not get on her bad side, but she was also in a constant learned helplessnes. big deja year

2019: design wise, i removed the mask, made her fatter (despite me not knowing how to draw fat people yet), and made her sorta baby-faced, since her character is a lot more childish during this bit? story wise, her story was included in an anthology about different kinds of love in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world. during this time, i was going through a Lot mentally, and it sorta marked the beginning of a really horrible period in my life thats still kind of ongoing, so i used her story in a more experimental sense so i can figure out different workarounds in an escapist way? this is also when i started pairing her with her now-partner-in-stories, lualhati, and from this point, lulu and deja are inseparable

2020: for this year, i was sorta putting her story off? i was really struggling to figure out what to do with it other than the deja/lulu love story, but at the same time, that marked me going through a journey of adding fat people to my work. dejas always been small fat, but her body hasnt actually been drawn well enough. we all start from somewhere though. she was a lot more calm in this version, and is sort of a leader figure for a village in a fantasy world. but i wasnt really feeling it.........

2021: last year was when i really started digging deep into what i wanted to do. i wanted weird gay trans cathartic art. so dejas story was that. still wasnt really feeling it, but u can tell i was really experimenting trying to land on something i was passionate about. while i did like her design since its a turning point in my art, and its visually loud (the color palette, holy shit), IT WAS SO HARD TO DRAW? i understand that 2021 me was really going at it with very loud and distinct designs, but the reason why i didnt even draw her for months after was because she was so fucking hard to draw. and i didnt put enough effort to portraying her fatness (which will soon become a very important aspect of her character). but were about to pull a gamer move

2022: up until now, since 2018-2019, i wasnt really satisfied with her story. it didnt really fit what i wanted, bc i was mostly concerned with how other people would react if i talked about them, especially since deja/lulu have always been very personal to me. but i had a vision. where deja and lulu are in a revenge drama thriller in a city in the middle of nowhere. and i havent stopped thinking about it day and night ever fucking since. i brought back a lot of elements from past designs (mostly cause i thought theyd look great, i was right), and im finally getting to a point where im figuring out how i draw fat people. now, dejas characterization came really easy to me (hypervigilent, short-tempered, mysterious, a second away from realizing shes trans). her story explores themes surrounding violence, secrets, and suffocating marriages, and while its a far heavier story than the past ones, its the first time ive been genuinely excited to see how its grown. i could ramble about this all day lol

deja is a growing character and she keeps getting better and better every time im exploring her, and she genuinely means the world to me. thank u for reading this if u have decided to read this

#i started answering this at 9 pm and now its midnight hi. im possessed by ocs #if u actually do read this i encourage questions about deja and lulu cause their storys been sitting in my brain for a week now oops #deja (deja/lulu) #also hi icarus my friend seven :o) hope ur doing alright #hyperfixings