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lifmera · 2 months

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Hello! I adore your writing! May I please have a match up for Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw man and Sally face if it’s not too much trouble? I'm demisexual 27 year old plus sized woman. I’m 5"7 with fairly wide hips that dip to more narrow center and broad shoulders. My eyes are pale green bordering yellow with short almost shoulder length dark brown hair that is an orange blond from the top of my ears down. I have a septum piercing, two sets of ear piercings and glasses in sort of an aviator style that I forget to wear. I'm a little buff under all this fluff as I am a baker by trade. But I have been dealing with a shoulder injury has kinda left me feeling a bit fragile and frustrated. I've been told I'm fairly pretty but I just kinda don't see myself that by conventional standards. I'm not really self conscious about my body, I am just a large animal and people will just have to deal with that. I prefer to dress comfortably but if I can I enjoy wearing jumpsuits as well as black dresses.

I would describe my personality as caring but very direct. I Tend to prioritize others well being over my own. However, I am working on ensuring I take care of myself just as well. I tend to be reserved around other people but once I get comfortable I tend to ramble on my interests in short bursts, primarily around biology, cryptids, animation and practical effects. Honestly I enjoy being a bit aggressive with my friends- usually intimidation play or picking up people to help make them feel a little small. Admittedly when I feel comfortable around someone I prefer feeling small and protected if I’m not needed for comfort. I have many creative hobbies, primarily sketching, painting, sculpting, and crocheting. One of my favorite things to do is wildlife drawings. Though I find it difficult to hold on to my passions for prolonged periods of time, if someone I'm close to is passionate about something- I'm completely enthralled and try to be as supportive as possible. I love word play, often trying to force puns where they don't fit. I love horror and thriller movies and have a decent tolerance for gore but to be perfectly honest I have a hard time with handling prolonged scenes with people actively suffering.

This sounds a little silly but I imagine if I was a demon in hell I would probably resemble something of a chimera. I do apologize if this is a bit of a long submission! Thank you so much for your time!! 💚

I read sally face and started tweaking….

God i love sally face. AND THANK YOUUUUU.

.. I’ve decided to pair you with… ALASTOR, DENJI & LARRY JOHNSON!

Let’s be real. I think at first you’d remind him of his dear old mimzy. Before she died anyways, and obviously not dependent on him to fight your battles.

Alastor would find your rambling interesting, and he’d honestly probably learn something he hasn’t before? like “wow! Thats new.”

He’d want to learn more about your interests, also because he’s the radio demon, and doesn’t seem to really know much about the modern world- or care for it. But he IS based off a wendigo. So i’d think he’d find it interesting!

He LOVES when you paint, draw, crochet for hum! It reminds him or his own mother, and he’d probably become attached to you.

He’d also enjoy it if you did all of this, while he’s broadcasting too. He’s not able to always be there, but if he is, he’ll want to be with you.

Alastor would LOVE to watch horror movies, but if it makes you uncomfortable, or a scene does, he will pay no mind and skip it. Not like theres anything new he hasn’t seen.

If you were a chimera. He definitely would’ve been surprised at your look! Like- “oh ! Thats new.”

Ok … Denji time..

This man would NEVER JUDGE YOU. He can’t even bag someone.

Honestly i think he’d prefer someone chubbier, he’d LOVE to give hugs.

I think Denji would be a very physical touchy person, esp after what happened with… everyone. It’d help him protect you :)

When he found out about your shoulder injury? He was on your ass all day, every day. You don’t get away!

He loves that you take care of others, but this man is always hurt. He’d rather you be okay than he is!

He would love to listen to you ramble. Denji knows when to shut up, and i think he would enjoy listening!

Okay i know I’ve said this before but denji WILL make you draw pictures of you and him together- or he’ll draw them himself. Like stick figures holding hands!

If you crochet him something? Over the MOON. If its a piece of clothing he’s always wearing it. If its a plushie? He’s sleeping with it at night.

Denji would be indifferent to horror movies. I think he’d prefer comedy. He’s seen enough! :(

NOW LARRY 💛

I feel like i shouldn’t have to explain.

He’d LOVE YOU. You remind him of his friends :)

Your personality allows his to come out! He loves that you care for his friends, and his well being cause we know damn well he doesn’t.

Larry is a Listener instead of a talker. He’d love to listen to you ramble and ask questions while he’s painting! His favorite things at the same time!!

You draw with him, you paint, you crochet? Holy SHIT!!!! HE’D BE IN LOVE. Like! Okay !!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🧡🧡

I think he doesn’t mind any movie you guys watch. As long as it’s a mean of being able to cuddle with you on the couch and watch a movie.

He definitely finds your puns funny.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!

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tyrayde · 4 months

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Meet Reo!

Reo is one of my recent characters, the black & white Dragonborn. He is a homebrew race called Fused Dragonborn, where his parents' colors stayed separate instead of combining to a new color for their offspring. The black scales on his body are shiny as obsidian, reflecting light and showing a slightly iridescent sheen in the sun. The white scales are matte, resembling snow. If enough light shone on his large, slightly chubbier frame, he would essentially be a walking flashbang. Standing at 6'09", his draconic scales are pure black and white, swirling in natural twists and turns to create an enamoring design along his body. The only unnatural design on his body is a tattoo he got on his neck, and his left index finger. His neck has a black ink tattoo that resembles a single drop of water dropping, and rippling throughout an otherwise stagnant lake. His finger was simply made to look entirely black, as a magical tattoo that lets him draw and write from his finger whenever he wishes.

He is holding onto the family business of selling custom and commissioned ice sculptures, though taking them on the route of trying to be an adventurer and help out people as much as he can. When he was a teenager, after moving out of his home town to the main capital, his father passed away, and his only friend told him about the God that him and his family worship, named Kubaashu, God of Mourning, the Dead, and Judgement. He now prays for each lost soul along his journey and wishes them safe travels to the afterlife, and fair judgement by Kubaashu, no matter how evil or good he thought they were, he trusts his God to make an impartial and fair judgement.

He is blunt, straight forward, and very honest if something bothers him. He's fairly stern in his morals, and holds others to similar standards, or has faith that they can change for the better.

Behind the Scenes :)

Reo was one of my more recent characters, so you get to understand his character that I think was done a bit more successfully than some of my earlier ones lmao. I had fun thinking of him, but he's a bit harder to play in practice than I was hoping. He basically takes, what I feel like I have slightly, some of my natural instinct that makes people feel comfortable around him (he should have more than me but idk how to do that lmao), but also his social ineptitude of social cues, and being super blunt. I'm not quite as open as he is, he is honest enough to usually be very willing any day to open up a conversation and start a confrontation, usually in polite nature, and sometimes it's hard to roleplay him properly because there are days I just want to lay easy and not need to confront one of my friends.

He is one of my characters who I tried to make interesting by giving him a family of NPCs, and an interesting reason to want to become an adventurer, without having it be traumatizing or sad.

He uses any pronouns!

His Refsheet: https://refsheet.net/Blitz/Reo

You can also learn more or ask questions about her, or to her on my Discord!: https://discord.com/invite/A9WEDDbVre

(Art by BluesBnB!)

#dnd character #dnd #dnd art #ocs #oc #oc art #dnd 5e #writers on tumblr #writing #original character #d&d #d&d 5e #Reo Olatra #Male #Bard #Warlock #Dragonborn #Homebrew

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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I would love a mw2 pairing from you! i love your work sm!!!

appearance wise: I am 5’4, i am pale-ish, my hair is dark brown and wavy, it has a lot of volume from being frizzy + i have layers, and it’s armpit length. my eyes are dark brown as well and i have full eyebrows/lashes. I would definitely say i’m on the chubbier side, most noticeably in my round face, 🍒, and thighs. covered in quite a few scars but most of them are faint and only visible up close. in my day to day i wear small silver hoops almost always, and usually my clothes consist of bell bottom jeans and some sort of form fitting shirt / an oversized shirt or sweater and shorts + low top converse. also wear makeup almost daily, at least concealer for my chronic dark circles and some mascara and brow gel

personality wise: i do my best to come off as a understanding and open person to anyone, but i’m definitely very shy upon first meeting people, and (surprise surprise) can’t shut up when i get comfortable (this takes months). im always reserved in group settings, not good with public speaking, etc etc. i tend to have a drier sense of humor, most of the time if i make one of my loved ones laugh it’s due to my lack of reaction to something i or someone else did or said. when i do actually make a joke my sense of humor is a little on the darker side, no offense jokes at all, just shock humor. that and teasing for sure, playfully teasing is my fav. my love languages are verbal affirmation and quality time, im very intuitive and can pick up what people around me are feeling. i love taking care of other, i absolutely thrive when i’m nurturing my friends and family. i am known to be very clumsy and am constant covered in bruises from walking into walls/furniture (it’s half clumsiness and half being 🍃). also i am an avid user of 🍃!

interests and likes: video games (i play on pc and switch!), painting, drawing, and sculpting are my favorite hobbies! but when i’m not feeling up to them i like anime, makeup, fashion, just started getting into the gym, besides that physically speaking the only things that’ve interested me are volleyball and swimming. and i would also consider myself a sanrio enthusiast ^-^ i really enjoy cooking as well as baking and i research new recipes daily. also kinda of obsessed with mood boards (pinterest is everything to me), anything that let me express a niche aesthetic i have interest in. i enjoy reading tarot i have a decent crystal collection i keep on display. also a huge fan of candles, perfume, scented lotion, body spray, incense, anything really that smells fresh (inclshing just actual fresh air) point is, i love smelling good. bit of a skin care fanatic and have practically used my face as a lab rat for different chemicals. listen to music prosctially every hour of the day i love lana del rey, kali uchis, arctic monkeys, PTV, p!atd, slipknot, SOAD, fiona apple, cage the elephant, fleetwood mac, and the list goes on.

future aspirations: currently in my second year of community college but i’m basically just going to get into a white-collar desk job in fianance after getting my bachelor’s, i don’t have any passion for it but that doesn’t matter to me! money is money that feeds into real interests :) /gen

my type: i would say i’m a very open person, i don’t have a physical type but body wise i’d like my partner to be a little taller than me, either more extroverted than me, or capable of handling social situations that are too much for my anxiety. i am not the most outgoing so i couldn’t really get along with someone who wants to be out of the house constantly, my batteries NEED to recharge. other qualified i love are being complimented by my partner, being praised, info dumping + listening to them info dump!!! i love being spoiled + spoiling my partner in every way.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Civilian Kyle never understood why the US Navy loved going to the beach. But after a successful mission with the Navy SEALs, he was invited to "train" with them on the beaches of California with a friendly volleyball competition. As he arrived at the beach in his swim trunks (ones that he had to buy because who would think they needed to bring one), he could see the net set up and a few patrons suntanning a good distance away. When the game first started, he had the unfortunate position of servicing the ball. He tried to do an underhand serve but it went flying across the beach and directly towards a young woman who was enjoying the summer sun. "Heads up!" he yelled but suddenly you caught the ball with record accuracy. Your silver hoops dangled as you rose from your towel and you could see a couple of the men motion for you to roll the ball over. You smirked as you palmed the ball in your hand and threw it up in the air, delivering a jump serve which hit the net with impressive force. Your actions received a few whistles and cheers and you smiled before going back to tanning and listening to your Fiona Apple album. After the match had ended, your sun was blocked by a young man who glistened with sweat in the heat. You lowered your glasses and struck up a friendly conversation. "That was impressive," he breathed out in a gorgeous accent, "you have to show me how to do that."

A peek into your relationship: "I still don't understand how you can do that," Kyle said as you laid on your couch, smoking a bowl. "You just have to grind it up, pack it, then you suck it like a strong and light until you see embers, and then you inhale," you replied before repeating your actions and blowing some smoke in his face. Kyle had been respectful of your habits and you entertained him as he couldn't risk a positive drug test. Besides, he enjoyed the company and your high thoughts. As he rubbed circles on your shoulder, you laid in his chest and mused about random thoughts. "Do you think that bees and butterflies are snobby about what flowers they pick? Like is it like when you go to a restaurant and you only like one type of food?" you asked and you could hear your boyfriend laugh wildly. "What goes on in that head of yours?" he replied and kissed your cheek gently. "Oh that reminds me there's some new summer perfumes from Sephora that are just calling to me!" you said excitedly before Kyle grabbed you and held you back in his arms. "Oh no you don't!" he exclaimed, "let's talk about perfume purchases when you're not thinking about the bees and butterflies."

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #mw2

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kniferottt · 2 years

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hi do u still do matchups?, if so could I have one ^w^ love your writings and I don’t think I’ve requested anything before 💛 I’m around 5 ft 5, have really dark brown natural/coiled hair, and I’m more on the chubbier side <3 I’m pretty shy and I tend to talk low unless I get used to someone first which can take a while. I also rlly like drawing on a computer, trying on lipstick, and checking Twitter c: people say my voice is cute and very soft, and I also like wearing simple chokers like the black ones with hearts <<3 (tyy in advance, ignore this if u don’t do them anymore gjdkgkdk)

of course, I still do them they're just (at the time ive gotten around to writing this) closed. thank you for your kind words i appreciate it!! hopefully I can make your first request worthy ♡

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I match you with

poly huskerdust!

husk is one who enjoys quiet and solitude which isnt something he gets rather often due to a particular deer demon and with how rambunctious his spider boyfriend is, he's only comfortable with him really.

when you come around introduced as a friend via angel dust, he was surprised to find someone so soft spoken considering how cherri bomb is he assumed that was primarily the type of people he surrounded himself with, so it's almost a breath of fresh air for the cat demon.

He notes how close you are to his boyfriend not that he has anything to say about it, he finds it endearing and is usually around you both watching when you're both fiddling around with the makeup angel owns

At some point you begin to stay at the hotel due to whatever complications happened at the apartment you used to live in, Charlie was more then happy to extend support after you'd come around so often it was already as if you lived there and even lent a hand or two.

Your timid nature that still upholds around angel and is ever present with husk sends them both reeling with the want to hear you more and learn as much as they could about you, they simply can't get enough

And with angel always talking to him about you so as you come around more the more they both find themselves craving your attention stronger than before hand to which both express they wouldn't mind being with you as well and are ecstatic when you accept

Now they have more excuses to just be around and admire you, happily watching you draw away all while husk is laying down head in your lap and angel is chatting away with whatever gossip he has that day phone away and sending you things to look at later on twitter and other social media

Insecure or not they'll constantly tell you how beautiful you are, practically singing their praises all day and night long both absolutely smitten like love sick fools, and will not hesitate to fight anyone and everyone if they have something to say

Which leads to this next thing, not only are they protective of you they are very protective of your hair finding your coiled hair to be absolutely divine and both have learned to brush and help you maintain your hair with angel being able to provide high quality products and will snap at anyone who tries to touch your hair without permission

Which this also brings them both being thankful for the height they have over you, so they'll place you in-between them to keep you safe when out together in public and also to simply tease you and have their fun leaning down to your height or even picking simply picking you up

Goodness don't stop talking to them by the way, after getting you out of your shell they're both beyond thrilled to hear that pretty little voice of yours, it relaxes them and they could both easily fall asleep to it.... Yes angel has asked you to read him a bedtime story, multiple times at that

In the end though yes the two were happy when it was just the two of them with you they've never felt happier and think the three of you were meant to be together

#hazbin hotel #multi fandom blog #multi fandom imagines #x reader blog #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #multifandom #multi fandom #x reader insert #x reader #hazbin hotel matchup #match up #hazbin hotel imagine

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jotunn-loki · 3 years

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my king

FANDOM: marvel, mcu, black panther PAIRING: erik killmonger x female!reader RATING: explicit, NS//FW!!! WARNINGS/KINKS: throne sex, praise kink, daddy kink, bj, power dynamics, blackmail? ish? a little at the end that’s implied ig

SUMMARY: An ally of the royal family, you were sent on a stealth mission to gather intel on the new Wakandan Empire with Nakia, but when she escapes without you, you are left behind and must...face the consequences.

NOTE: I just re-watched Black Panther last night and I couldn't stop thinking about erik stevens/killmonger, especially an au where he wins and holds power over well, everything??? so then i wrote this at 3am lmao. Reader is female and on the chubbier side:)

You are kneeled in front of your king, weight digging into the solid cold tile of the throne room’s floor, making you grimace in pain. It feels like you’ve been here for hours, even though it’s just a few minutes, and you know that it’s probably because of the way Killmonger’s hand is on the back of your neck, grip squeezing you gently, a wicked smirk on his face. “Looking pretty down there, princess.”

Of course, you are not a princess, but you appreciate the sentiment. And the pet name, which seems to be a favorite of his. You know only too well how Shuri would most likely destroy you on the spot right now for “stealing” her title—or at least get Okoye to do it for her—but right now, that doesn’t matter. Shuri’s fond annoyance can wait...or what would be fond annoyance if you were in anything but this situation. Fond annoyance would be reserved for you butting in to respond to someone addressing her, maybe teasing her in front of the Avengers. That’s what fond annoyance would be for.

Not for anything like this.

Because right now, you’re not sure that if Shuri, much less anyone else in the royal family, knew where you were, she would ever talk to you again. They ordered you on a stealth mission with Nakia to infiltrate Erik Killmonger’s tightly-secured nucleus of the Wakandan Empire, and yet, here you are on your knees before him, staring up at him as he imposes over you with heavily lidded eyes that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

It’s not that your mission has...failed, per se. You managed to get Nakia to the vaults she needed to access in order to re-transmit the old intel from before Wakanda’s takeover, and she slipped by you with practiced ease, giving you a terse yet respectful nod of her head and slight smile. You had both been extremely stressed; you couldn’t blame her.

And now she has escaped. You hope. You were not so lucky, instead dragged to the throne room and unceremoniously dumped before Erik Killmonger like a discarded whore. Maybe that had been the point.

The chamber is empty now, and every harsh pant of your breath can be heard echoing across the tiles. It’s beautiful, and ironic, and you wish that in another life, you could be here under pleasanter circumstances.

“Know why I brought you here? ‘Stead of killing you on the spot?” Killmonger suddenly asks, and his grip on the back of your neck tightens. You groan in pain, but also because this is somehow extremely arousing, and for a third reason, too: you are ashamed of your own bodily reaction.

Gasping out a breath, you say, “No. Why did you, my king?” Another sharp intake of breath as Killmonger draws you in, free hand drifting to your ass and pinching it. You wince, shame flooding through you along with arousal, and you let out a small whine.

Killmonger’s smirk widens. His actions have told you answer enough.

You are practically on his lap now—well, just your head is, for your knees are still pressed stubbornly into the tile. And this lap… His legs are spread wide, even wider than usual to accommodate your head being pulled between them, chin tilted up to stare at him defiantly.

As if he can sense your thoughts, he shifts his hips, slouching lower in the throne so that his crotch is almost pressed in your face. “Huh, princess? This what you want? My fat cock in your mouth?”

You moan, practically salivating at his words, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “M-My king—”

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you mumble.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear.”

“Fuck me, daddy!” you nearly scream, this time unable to stay quiet, as he has quietly slipped his fingers beneath the band of your underwear and is now ghosting over your clit in a tease. Fuck, you want him so badly, despite the ruin he’s brough to Wakanda and the whole world. It only makes you feel more ashamed, and that alone sends another burning spike through you.

With your admission, Killmonger grins. “That’s right, babygirl. Beg for your king.” You moan as his fingers begin to stretch you open, large and thick, preparing the way for his cock, for right now, you are nothing but a vessel for him to empty himself into, a fucktoy, a lost spy whose last chance at survival is to cum on the cock of the most powerful man in the world.

“Use me however you want me,” you beg, nearly a whisper.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Aight then, if you say.” His reluctance is not nearly as convincing as he would have it seem, however, for the statement is followed by him pushing your head back to the ground so forcefully that it hurts, and then pulling his fingers out of you with a slick sliding sound, arms coming to rest on either armrest of the throne he sits in.

He looks down at you and spreads his legs just a little further. “How ‘bout if you can get me close to cumming, I’ll fuck you, how’s that, princess?”

Quicky, you nod. You’ll do whatever it takes to please him, even if that means taking him in a whole nother way.

His lips twist to the side as if to say, well get to it, then, and you do, hands flying to undo his pants and push away the sides of the long robe he’s wearing. Soon, his cock finally springs free, and you grasp in eagerly, giving it a few pumps before taking it into your mouth, tongue dancing along it skillfully.

It’s not long before Killmonger takes control, though, and it becomes less of you giving him a blowjob and more of him fucking your face, dick pumping against the back of your throat furiously and without mercy. He is always without mercy. You choke on his length and size, but that only empowers him further, and he grins as he takes your hand and presses it down onto himself, making you bob along at his pace.

That’s new, and you feel like you can’t breathe, but that only serves to make you even wetter, so you let him continue to fuck your mouth, and when a thick pulse courses through his cock, you can tell he’s close, so you tear your head away before he can cum.

“Fuck,” Killmonger curses, breathing heavily. The part in his robes reveals his chest, heaving with his near-orgasm, and cautiously, you run your hand across it, feeling each of the burn scars against the skin of your palm. It’s so different from anything you’ve ever felt, but it only intrigues you.

Finally, with wide, pleading eyes that you can only hope look bratty, you meet his gaze again. “Will you fuck me now, my king?”

“I did promise you, princess,” he admits, dabbing at his own precum and prodding your lips with his wet finger. You open your mouth to lip, cleaning his fingers with a skillful tongue. “But you better take those clothes off.”

Though feeling a little self-conscious, you do, unwrapping the basotho blanket from your neck and the tighter layers underneath. Finally, you slip off your undergarments, leaving you bare in front of him.

Erik Killmonger’s eyes travel slowly when he’s assessing a situation, and this time, it’s no different, his gaze appreciative as it lingers on the curves of your hanging breasts and the swell of your hips and ass. “Come over here, babygirl,” he says to you, nearly a whisper, and you do, about to kneel in front of him when he stops you with a soft kiss to your lips and a hand clenching a cheek of your thick ass. “None ‘a that, now. I didn’t kill you for a reason, right?”

“I, uh—” You break off in confusion, unsure of where he’s headed. Didn’t he just want someone to fuck the shit out of? And you were there, so willing, so eager?

He smirks as he realizes that you have no idea what he’s talking about. “We’ll worry about that later, princess. Right now, I’mma fuck you senseless.”

Your pussy clenches at his words, and he grins at that, grabbing you and pressing you onto his lap so that your legs are folded on either side of him. The throne is large enough that it’s still comfortable, even with his legs spread out as wide as they are.

Slowly, you begin to ride him, moving faster when your body becomes more impatient. Erik hisses, hands settling on either side of your hips and using the padding of flesh there to aide you in bouncing on top of him with ease. “That’s right, princess. You’re doing so good. Fuck yes.”

It’s heaven, right here, and it sends a rush of thrill through you to know that this man fucking your pussy is one who’s killed hundreds of people, who largely rules the entire world with a fist made of vibranium. Not literally—though you wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to replace one of his own fleshy limbs with a metal one.

“Oh, my king, I’m so close,” you moan then, feeling your body’s tide reach near its peak. “Please, daddy—”

“Cum on my dick, princess,” he hisses in your ear, allowing you to ride him through your orgasm as obscene sounds emit from your mouth and your hands grip his shoulders, serrated and roughened as they are.

When it’s over, you collapse onto him and the throne, curling onto your side, plushy skin such a contrast to his muscled frame. You almost could fall asleep, if there wasn’t that one pinprick of fear, and of course, the omnipresent hatred festering for him in your heart.

“What were you talking about for a moment?” you finally ask him, eyes closed and head resting on his shoulders. He is absentmindedly running a hand across the bare expanse of your body, tracing lazy circles across the curve of your stomach and down to squeeze your thighs in appreciation.

“You wanna stay?” he asks. It’s an almost answer, and you frown. “Why should I do that? You’ve destroyed everything that’s important to me.”

“Then let me be that new important thing,” he says in reply. “Rule with me. Be my queen.”

“For the sex?”

He shrugs, and the movement is massive. “For everything. Whatever my babygirl wants.”

You suck in a breath. It’s tempting, for sure. But it’s also a betrayal to everything you’ve worked so hard for. “I can’t,” you admit.

“Then I gotta kill you,” he whispers. “And that’d be a shame, yeah?”

You swallow. Look at him. Swallow again.

“Yeah.”

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A/N: well, lmk what you think!! (imma just be hiding under a blanket embarrassed that i wrote something this smutty). this fic is also posted by the same name on ao3, but i’m not linking it because then tumblr will hide this post lol.

TAGS: let me know if you want me to make a taglist!

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emilythecosmicbun · 3 years

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Creepypasta OCs.

Any updates information is on Wattpad WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

TW BLOOD, ABUSE MENTION

cottontailprincess is my Instagram and Emilythecosmiccat is my username on some art websites.

They/Them pronouns please

do not sexualise me, my characters or my boyfriend please he isn’t comfortable with that.

okay so these are my two vent ocs.

Emily/Elliot (Bunny.)

one of them, as you know, is my impure agere oc, representing all the sad and flashback parts of everything. I made them to help cope with my thoughts and feelings. They are based off of my appearance and my trauma. They age up with me.

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Emily/Elliot Bunzelle but prefers just Emily or Elliot.

Nickname(s): Bunny, Emmy, El, Em, Princess, Prince, Princette

Meaning of name: Emily (from Urban Dictionary.) An Emily is someone who is crazy inside and out. She knows who her friends are and try’s hard to look after them. She is very pretty but doesn’t always know that. She isn’t always the most popular, but to her that doesn’t matter. She has friends from all ages and they all adore her. She hides her feelings however upsetting they may be.

Meaning of name: Elliot (Urban Dictionary) Elliot is a true master at caring. He teaches how to love and be loved. A man of honour a man of steal. He's as handsome as a Greek God, as strong as diamond, as compassionate as a saint and is as gentle as a father's touch. Elliot possesses a magic within to create a vision in the eyes of all, leaving them stunned at how brilliant and perfect Elliot truly is. A leader, a spirit lifter, a lover, a giver, an Elliot'll leave you speechless with his being, his essence.

Gender: Non-Binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Age:

Currently 19, same as IRL me, though they physically and mentally regress to younger ages, so their age varies. Their main ages are variants of 1+

Date of Birth:

August 21st (Body born in 2001)

Race/Species: English and a Spirit or Entity.

Native language: English (as in England English.)

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Bisexual Personality: Silly, playful, honest, caring, childish, bratty, stubborn, sweet.

Are They Dead: No but they aren't alive either. Somewhere in between.

Any Mental Health Issues?

C-PTSD, due to multiple traumatic events. They frequently experience multiple flashbacks and nightmares, and is usually terrified of leaving their safe space unless it’s with Stedge, even then, they panic.

Triggers: Listed Here. Triggers page on my Carrd.

Powers/Special Abilities: Can float slightly off the ground, is able to phase through walls, spew blood at will, and look "alive" when speaking and comforting children, or just around those they trust.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Very young child: Short but very curly/wavy brown hair, a bit lighter than when they are in older looking forms. They wear a pink dress with a white shirt under, and black school shoes. However, they can also just wear a sonic shirt and leggings, or a skirt.

Child: They can vary but their usual look is long curly/wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, blood on their mouth and nose area, tired-looking eyes, pink dress, sometimes a nightgown, depending on the look, they can wear socks, bunny slippers or even go barefoot! Sometimes they wear bunny ears! Sometimes they like to wear sonic gear.

Teen: Depending on the age as a teen, at the point it's "kawaii" inspired things, sometimes just a Melanie Martinez shirt and pants (or skirt), sometimes overalls! They also wore band merch, stuff like that. They have either long brown hair, black hair or multicoloured hair like Melanie Martinez (dyed in variants such as pink, red, blonde (more like light ginger.)

Adult: Band tops, but also ones with cute designs on such as bunnies or kittens, sometimes overalls or dresses, sometimes even onesies, since they can still have the traits of an agere headspace. Short Brown hair, is a lot chubbier than the rest, can be considered mid or plus size.

Height: Varies depending on form and age, but usually smol.

Weight: (UNKNOWN BUT IT VARIES.)

Hair color: Dark brown/Brown

Eye color: Brown

Scars and/or skin conditions: Has a few bruises and a few cuts in some places, but I prefer to not draw them.

Has a skin condition called psoriasis. (I have it IRL.)

Never Seen Without: White Bun, and their three Cream The Rabbit plushies.

Likes:

• Things with peaches (the fruit) on them. (Including peaches and peach ice tea.)

• Bunnies

• Their Caregiver, Stedge.

• Drawing, and colouring in.

• The colour pink.

• Sonic The Hedgehog.

• Porcelain Dolls

• Stuffed Animals

Dislikes:

• Abusers (including physical, mental and sexual abusers.)

• Those who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who don’t take them seriously.

• Drama.

• Being abandoned or left alone.

Relationships:

Stedge - Partner in crime, best friend, caregiver and lover. (Depending on age of course.)

Cream.exe (Sally.exe game) - practically twinning, bunny loves to hang out with cream.exe. (my highest kin, apart from cream herself.)

Family Members - Depending on which member, they do have a good bond or a negative one. Bunny loves them on different levels, some of them, they hate. This does not reflect on how (I myself) feel about said family members.

(If you want your creepypasta oc to be friends with Bunny, just ask!)

OTHER INFO:

• They age up with my current age since they aren't dead and they are based off of me.

• I decided to make them some sort of entity since I couldn’t make them a ghost and still be alive lol they age up with me.

•Their “trauma” is the same as mine, which is why I won’t write it in detail here but they are a victim of abuse.

• They are all bloody because its how I feel about my trauma.

• They physically and mentally regressed to the age they are supposed to be, if they are in their child forms, they are an actual child. (Direct reference to my age regression I use to help me cope with my trauma) They prefer to be in this form so they can protect and befriend children. They don't harm children or other victims of abuse. The children usually call them “bunny.”

• When they're in their adult form, they have a partner called Stephen. Someone who they have known since they were 17 years old. When they are a “child” he takes care of them and protects them to make sure they don't ever get hurt again.

• Their sense of justice is what caused them to want to help other children. They never want to see another child go through what they went through.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

Stedge

Well, I also made a creepypasta oc to represent my boyfriend, someone who I love and trust to help me during those horrible times. He’s like my partner in crime. lmao also his age isn’t rly there because he ages up with his real life counterpart, which will get updated.

REMINDER TO NOT SEXUALISE HIM AS MY BOYFRIEND IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

BASIC INFO:

Name: Stephen

Nickname(s): Stedge, Mr. Bubbles (by Emily/Elliot.)

Meaning of name: Stephen The most beautiful boy in existence. Has stunning eyes, that make your heart fall through the floor when they crinkle with his perfect smile. Is deep, unlike most boys, and extremely intelligent. Has a big heart, and he doesn't realize when he's being taken for granted. Even though he would never admit it, he sometime's can't see what's right in front of him. An over-analyzer, and very stubborn, but he will admit defeat when he has to. Likes to drive girls crazy, apparently. Easy to fall in love with. Hard to figure out.

Gender: Male

Age: Ages up with IRL person. Currently: 19.

Date of Birth:

9th April

Race/Species: English, Human.

Native language: UK English.

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight

Are They Dead: No

Any Mental Health Issues? No, None that we know of.

Triggers: None that we know of.

Powers/Special Abilities:

He doesn't have many powers but he athletic and can run quick and has a good amount of strength. He uses a bat and other various stuff.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of facial hair, variants of a black or dark grey shirt, but obviously not only those, sometimes they’re ripped.

Hair color: Dark brown, brown.

Eye color: Brown.

Scars: None.

Personality: He is quite intelligent and mature, behaves childishly in front of Emily/Elliot, cold and serious, is kind, polite, protective.

Hobbies and Likes: • playing the guitar

• skate (skateboarding)

• listening to tunes

• spending time with Emily/Elliot.

Dislikes:

• Abusers, people who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who are cruel to Emily/Elliot.

Relationships: Bunny - Best friend, soulmate, would do anything to make bunny smile, frequently gets them stuffed toys and food.

EXTRA INFO:

He is a few months older than me in IRL, his age is 19 right now, along with mine but will be updated.

Stephen is a human, and helps take care of Emily (in their child forms.) since they are a child and very vulnerable in that state due to their trauma, when they’re adult they are romantic towards each other.

They work together as a team when bashing and killing abusers. While he uses physical means, Emily uses mental.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

#my art #agere #sfw agere #creepypasta oc #creepypasta #impure regression #creepypasta child #child oc #bunny #sally.exe #sally exe #sonic exe

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svtrie · 3 years

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@oni-girx submitted; Heyo! Can I request a matchup for jujutsu kaisen. I am 5'2/leaning more on the chubbier side. I have long black hairs and black eyes and I wear glasses. MBTI is INTP-T. I am shy around strangers and need some time opening up to people before I get all loud and crazy. My emotions are kinda crazy as they change in every few moments. I am a very loyal person and I can do anything for the people I love. I love to draw and read. Mystery and comedy are my favourite genres. I tend to get obsessed with something if I like it. I love to joke around to make people happy. I also love gardening and playing different types of sports. I like someone that is quiet but can also be just as chaotic as me, just someone that I can relax with most of the time. Thanks for this and congratulations on crossing over 200+ 🎉🎉

hello ~ you didn't put your name in here so i nicknamed you as 'oni' if that's alright, thank you for requesting a match-up, i match you up with . . .

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Fushiguro Megumi !

Now, Megumi absolutely loves the fact that you do gardening; he'd offer himself to help whenever he sees you gardening.

I don't know, he just?? Finds it a really cute hobby; it distracts him from the chaotic jujutsu life too you know?

(It's actually also because his love language is Acts of Service but)

Nothing better than to garden/spend time with his significant other.

He doesn't know how long he's been searching for his partner, Megumi just KNOWS you're around here somewhere; god why are you so hard to find?!

He really was considering to call his sensei to use his sixth eyes to find you; he was THIS close...

Walking around the school, he finally remembers vividly that you told him you liked to do gardening whenever you're bored.

Okay, now that's a hint.

The school doesn't have a garden, but Gojo-sensei made a small area for you once he found out you did gardening.

His reasoning?

"To make this old, gloomy school more lively duh! What better than an area filled with plants?" to which Megumi replied with a short, curt nod of his approval.

Walking to the path that leads to the garden, Megumi fastens his pace.

His shoulder slumped in relief as he saw you there; tending some flowers you planted.

"Oni, why didn't you tell me you were gardening?" His voice spoke out, startling you as you let out a shriek.

"GOD!- Gumii!~ Don't scare me like that" You whined.

He merely raises an eyebrow in response.

"It got too overwhelming in the dorms, so I went out here.." Your voice trails softly.

His eyes softens at your reasoning, he lets out a small sigh escape his lips, "Can i help you garden then?"

You beam at his response and give him a smile, "Yes! Come on Gumi"

Megumi tends to not sleep as much these days, considering the amount of work that his sensei has given to him; and considering that Itadori was now his new neighbor.

Having a good sleep was rare.

Thus, that's why he either invites you into his room to read him to sleep or the other way around. (You barging into his room, a book in hand, ready to read him to sleep.)

Megumi also loves the fact your eyes shine everytime you draw; he also loves to watch you draw.

Watching you put the right amount of pressure into each stroke; gently moving it around as you create a masterpiece.

He doesn't even notice he's staring at you until someone points it out to him (Of course, he just huffs and looks away in embarrassment.)

(He's also your favorite muse, you told him that once and he got all red in the face.)

Let's be real, when you both first met your first impressions of eachother was 'Oh, they're pretty quiet.'

Hoo boy, how wrong was Megumi to assume you were quiet.

Quiet and Shy at first meeting, an absolute chaos once he gets to know you.

Megumi tends to be the one stopping you from doing crazy shit with itadori; he's often the one who cleans up after your mess.

Oh and also? About you changing your emotions every few moments, Megumi is a pro at handling that.

I mean, boy had to live in the presence of Gojo Satoru, he isn't phased by much.

So consider him being the one that keeps your emotions in check if you get too far.

He doesn't understand why you joke around to make people happy; but in all honesty, he's one of the victims that you made happy by joking around with him so he has no comment on that one.

Megumi would suggest a movie date every once in awhile, it really doesn't matter what genre; he just wants to spend time with you.

Speaking of, Megumi loves the fact that you know when to relax.

So most of the times (mostly on movie dates), you'll find yourself just basking in each other's presence like a sponge; not uttering a single word and instead welcoming the comforting silence between you two.

Megumi will try and play/style your hair once in awhile, he just likes playing with it. It's soft.

He also often finds himself lost in your eyes; the complete darkness in your orbs have some kind of pull to him.

Nonetheless, he loves you and you both will forever be each-others rocks; keeping one another stable.

oof, how was that? I hope Megumi isn't out of character in here; like i said, I'm still practicing for jjk characters. and thank you! i still can't believe i hit 200

also, quick thanks to @peybonggoring for the reading a book to Megumi idea! god bless you-

i apologize if Megumi isn't compatible with you (regarding the chaotic but calm type, you have itadori and gojo in your life so that makes up the missing aspect of 'chaotic' in your request.) although this is only my take on who would balance well with you.

note; not proofread! sorry for any grammatical errors.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #submission #matchups

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sparklydreamies · 4 years

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Stray Kids 8 Part Series ~ (3) Seo Changbin: He Laughed

Group: Stray Kids

Member: Seo Changbin

Genre: Light angst +hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4,000+

Summary: Don’t give power to merciless people behind a screen.

Stray Kids 8 Part Series MASTERLIST

A/N: Hi guys!! Sorry it took me so long to post again, but I’m back, and hopefully I will be able to write more frequently! This story is centered around the changes in Changbin’s appearance and confidence from debut to now. I always feel bad writing members in pain, but this is the story I came up with lol,, I guess the moral of this story is that idols are people who have valid emotions and feelings, and we as fans don’t have the right to dismiss them and treat them like dolls. So on that note, thank you all for reading!!<33

All throughout his childhood, Seo Changbin had always been skinny. There was never much of a reason for his naturally slim stature other than genetics and a fast metabolism. It always seemed as though throughout his youth, he had never experienced the usual figure changes that a lot of his friends had gone through, whether it was the gain of muscle or fat.

No matter how much food he ate, it never seemed to show on his body. There wasn’t a single part of his body that had excess fat covering the very visible bones. He could never grab a hold of any extra flesh on his body like some of his friends could.

As a teenager, he was always told that it was because he was a “growing boy”, and that he needed a lot of calories in order to grow big and strong. It wasn’t until he was in his early twenties that his stature began to change. He slowly became more muscular, thanks to his countless hours in the gym. Not only that, but he began to notice the faint gain of fat whenever he ate a lot without burning the calories.

In a way, Changbin had always felt like he was blessed to be naturally slim. It was especially appreciated for someone in his line of work. Even after it became easier for him to gain fat, the company had never considered him “too heavy” for an idol. Muscle mass was a different story, however as time progressed, Changbin was able to build the perfect amount of muscle to satisfy the company as well as his fans.

In short, Changbin had always liked his body.

“Time’s up!” Doni called. “Put your markers down.”

Changbin didn’t put his marker down. Giggling like a small child, he avoided the attempts Jisung made at stealing the black marker from his hand, only stopping when the show host called him out on it.

“Changbin’s naughty, he keeps cheating!” Coni laughed.

This was what Changbin loved doing. Making a fool out of himself during variety shows, cheating during games with his members, and overall acting like a child whenever he could.

“We should stop the show right here, Changbin ruined it for everyone.” Doni joked, and Changbin felt Jisung collapse on his back in a fit of laughter, nearly knocking them both off their stools and onto the ground.

“Okay, let’s start with Felix! Show us your drawing,” Doni called, and Felix flipped the notebook he was holding in his hands around.

The point of this segment was for the members to draw a portrait of how they perceive another member.

The entire group as well as Doni, Coni, and a few of the staff members had burst out in laughter at the drawing Felix made of Jeongin.

“Felix, you forgot eyebrows!” Jeongin whined from his spot. Changbin didn’t even notice the missing eyebrows; he was more focused on the teeth that were twice the size that they should have been.

The segment continued on like that, and Changbin felt a swell of pride when the whole group laughed at his drawing of Minho, which looked so scrappy that a five year old could do better. Changbin was having fun.

It wasn’t until it was Jisung’s turn to share his drawing that his mood took a shift.

“And this is my drawing of my lovely Changbinnie-hyung” Jisung giggled from his spot behind his muse.

Changbin took in the piece of art before him. The hair was scraggly, the eyes were small, and the chin looked more like a “V” than a chin.

Changbin laughed at the representation of himself.

“Oh the chin! The chin!” Coni laughed as he made the shape of a “V” with his hands to mock the drawing. Changbin laughed.

“That is the most accurate drawing so far!” Doni commented as he forcefully took Changbin’s face and traced the edges of his chin with his fingers. “Wow, Han is an artist!” Doni cracked as he high-fived Jisung. Changbin laughed.

“He captured Changbin’s face so cleverly!” Coni praised, sitting back down on his stool. Changbin faked annoyance at the hosts and at his band mate. And then, he laughed once again.

His brothers were practically howling at the scene, their voices creating a cacophony of sound ringing in Changbin’s ears. He was happy. He was laughing. So why did it feel as though his stomach was falling through the floor?

For the first time that day, Changbin had to forcefully plaster a smile on his face. He felt the bubbling feeling of embarrassment in his chest for the rest of the filming.

A little while back, Han Jisung had been given a nickname by his fans. Less than a nickname, it was more of a cute comparison. His cheeks had always been unusually large and soft. Whenever he would eat, he would store food inside of them, making them more accentuated than they were before. It was because of this that fans had begun calling Jisung a squirrel.

Jisung liked the connection. Contrary to how he presents himself, he had often struggled with accepting and liking his cheeks. He didn’t like the way they made him look younger and more boyish. He wanted to be perceived in a more mature and manly way.

That was why when fans began to compliment and praise his chubby cheeks, it helped him become more confident in his face.

Changbin had seen the improvement of Jisung’s spirit. Praise for Jisung’s cheeks from fans had helped him improve his self image a lot, and for that, Changbin’s love for his fans had only grown.

He only wished that he could experience the same reactions to his insecurities.

Changbin wouldn’t consider himself jealous of Jisung’s full cheeks and round face. It was stupid to compare oneself to another person based off of superficial things like looks, however it didn’t stop Changbin from appreciating the younger boy’s unique features.

The show aired on it’s planned date with no faults. Changbin watched the program on television, and was fairly proud of the results of the editing process. He had hoped that STAYs would enjoy the hour-long show.

After a few hours, Changbin opened Twitter so that he could get a sense of how his fans appreciated the show. Skimming through fans’ tweets, he noticed a few that stood out to him.

Most of the comments were about Felix and Jisung’s aegyo, or Hyunjin’s random dance challenge. The deeper he scrolled, the more tweets he found about him.

Normally, having a lot of tweets aimed at him would be an honour to Changbin. It usually meant that he was charismatic and funny enough to gain fans’ attention. That was why he didn’t understand the embarrassing feeling that came along with the jokes about his face structure.

That’s all that they were. Jokes. People liked to joke about his chin, so why should he worry? Why did he feel shameful?

Changbin’s stomach continued to drop with every comment he read about his face. Every time he saw that drawing of him, it was like another pin stabbing his chest.

That night at dinner, everyone was talking about the show. The members were talking about the comments that they received, the fans reactions, and how they thought it was a really successful show.

At one point during the meal, Jisung had shoved Changbin in the shoulder and laughed about the drawing that he made and how funny the fans thought it was. Changbin laughed.

Changbin had always been able to hide his feelings well. Especially as an idol, hiding hardships is mandatory. Changbin was good at laughing. It was a sure fire way to make everybody think that you’re happy, when on the inside, it feels like you’ve swallowed a thousand bees.

So that night, he laughed. He subjected himself to be the clown, even though it hurt him. Nobody needed to know about how he let his tears fall onto his pillow while they all slept.

Changbin had thought about how he was working so hard to remain slim and skinny, and how if he were to gain just a little more weight, he could possibly make himself softer and cuter, like his brother Jisung.

He figured that it was worth a try. Sure he might have to fight the company tooth and nail to gain the weight that he wants, but it was worth it. It was worth it to change how he looked. It was worth it to satisfy his fans.

For the next few weeks, Changbin had let himself gain weight. He ate more and stopped trying so hard to burn it all off. He still worked out enough to remain healthy, and he was still trying to gain muscle, but whenever he stepped on the scale and saw that he was a pound or two heavier than he had previously been, he felt his heart swell.

It was an odd thing to want to gain weight. Most idols would kill to be as skinny as Changbin had been, yet here Changbin was, trying to gain weight for the purpose of chubbier cheeks and softer edges.

Eventually, it began to work. Changbin began to wake up in the morning to see that his face was rounder, fuller, and cuter than it had been before. The whole thing made him elated.

It had gotten to the point where he was satisfied with his outer appearance. His chin was much less prominent. A less prominent chin meant that there was less for people to make their jokes out of.

“Hannie, stop!” Chan shrieked just as Jisung smeared a fat glob of vanilla frosting on his cheek.

All of the members were crowded in their living room, celebrating Bang Chan’s birthday with their fans. The energy level in the room was ecstatic. Some members were getting cake violently rubbed into their skin while others were trying to read comments and make the VLive as normal as possible.

Changbin was in the middle of answering a question when he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind where he was sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table. Before he thought better of it, his head was turning and he was met with a face full of frosting from Minho.

“Hey! Minho, get back here!” Changbin screamed, getting up to chase the nuisance around the room.

Laughter filled the room and lit up Changbin’s heart. He thought that nothing could destroy his mood.

It wasn’t until the next day that Changbin had checked Twitter again.

He scrolled through a lot of happy birthday wishes for Chan, which made him smile. He read a few of the messages, and saved the ones that he wanted to show to Chan.

And then, he got to some posts about the live. Most of them were sweet and nice, there were some clips of various parts of the live including the moment that Changbin got his face full of cake. As he scrolled for longer and longer, he got to some comments that were less light-hearted.

They didn’t like the weight he gained. Of course he noticed the comments from fans who had thought he looked healthier and happier, but no matter how many positive comments he saw, the posts from people calling him fat and saying that he was “letting himself go” were far stronger. The people calling him a pig and a fatass and ugly were too loud.

Changbin didn’t understand. After everything he did to satisfy the fans, they still made negative comments about him. He once was too skinny, now he is too fat.

He knew that he shouldn’t listen to people who didn’t show their faces, yet to know that people were confidently calling him degrading names stung him deeply. He felt a hopeless feeling bloom inside of him, and it drove him mad.

Changbin felt the first tear slip down the side of his face as the feeling of his chest collapsing took him over. His phone was thrown across his bedroom, the sound of a screen shattering as it hit the floor being the only identifiable noise in the room.

He wanted to scream. There was no pleasing them. He hated himself. He hated the way that he looked. He hated himself when he was skinny, and he was beginning to hate himself now that he gained weight. But mostly, he hated the way that he was reacting.

This was the job, wasn’t it? None of this should be surprising to him. He had known about the malicious comments aimed at the other members for various reasons, so why was this so frustrating for him?

Changbin fisted his hair to ground himself. He tried to count his breaths in his head, but all he heard was the comments ringing around in his ears.

...He got fat...

...Has he stopped working out?...

Fucking breathe.

...He’s turning into a pig...

...Changbin’s face is so fat...

Letting out his first scream of frustration, Changbin shot up from his bed. If the fans wanted him to be skinnier, then fine. He would get skinnier.

This was for the good of his career. Nobody liked an ugly idol, and if he is more attractive with a slim stature and a pointy chin, then he would work to achieve it. If he gained the weight, surely he could lose it again.

The room was small, and it felt like it was getting smaller.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he threw open his bedroom door. Changbin grabbed his running shoes from the rack by the entrance, slipped them on, and took off from the dorm that felt like it was suffocating him.

The night air was refreshing against Changbin’s burning skin as he sprinted down the street. Ten o’clock at night couldn’t be considered too late to go for a run, especially when the moon was shining so beautifully in the otherwise pitch-black sky.

Changbin didn’t know where he was going, but he didn’t care. His lungs and legs were burning with the unexpected extortion. The sweatpants and t-shirt he was wearing didn’t make for good running clothes, but that didn’t matter to him.

For a minute, he felt okay. He could even say that he felt good. For a minute, he had forgotten all about the fans and their vendetta against his happiness.

The wind had dried the tears off of his cheeks, and he just became another faceless person in the dark. Changbin didn’t think of himself as an idol, but rather a person who’s tight chest was slowly beginning to take in enough oxygen for his head to stop pounding.

He didn’t know how long he ran for that night. His mind had cleared completely of thoughts, and he wore himself out. He didn’t even notice the warning signs of exhaustion before he was throwing up in a patch of shrubs.

Slowly coming back to reality, Changbin realized he needed to get home. He wasn’t too far from the dorms, so once he gathered some strength back, he began walking.

It was hard to tell how long it took him before he was trudging up the stairs and letting himself through the front door. He tried to be as quiet as possible.

The clock on the stove read 12:24. Changbin knew that if any of the members had realized he was gone, that he would be in a world of trouble.

He took his running shoes off at the door and made his way to his and Felix’s room, expecting to see the younger boy playing video games or getting ready for bed. What he was not expecting was to see Felix sitting on Changbin’s own bed, frowning at the phone in his hands.

Felix’s eyes darted up like a meerkat, relief flooding his features when Changbin entered the room.

“Where the fuck have you been!” Felix sighed, jumping up from the bed to pull the older boy into a hug, “I came out of the shower to see you were gone, you weren’t answering your damn phone, I was fucking worried you asshole!”

Changbin repressed a smile as he pushed Felix away. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Felix scanned Changbin, his eyes narrowing into suspicious slits. “Did you go for a run?”

“Yeah,” Changbin answered.

“In... your sweats?” Felix fingered at the pockets of Changbin’s sweatpants, and the older boy swatted his fingers away.

Changbin nodded and flopped down onto his bed.

“Why didn’t you take your phone with you? I’ve been trying to call you,” Felix ran a hand through his hair, “Fucking hell,” he sighed.

“I don’t know, Lixie.” As soon as Changbin’s head hit the pillows beneath him, he felt the exhaustion from his midnight run catch up to him. “You should watch your language, by the way.” he mumbled, cracking a small grin.

“Changbin, seriously,” Felix climbed up beside him, “You’re fucking lucky! I was two seconds away from telling Chan, I swear to god.”

Changbin looked up and saw the lines of genuine concern stretch across the boy’s face.

Felix had always been a caring person. He was always dependable, and he was really a true friend. It didn’t matter if Changbin was older, because he knew that Felix would always be there to protect him.

Wordlessly, Changbin grabbed Felix by the arm and pulled him to lay down beside him. A fond smile graced his face.

“Thank you for worrying,” Changbin whispered, “but I’m fine.”

Felix sighed. There was a beat of silence where Felix closed his eyes, and Changbin had started to think he fell asleep. But then, “Are you okay?”

Changbin was stunned and confused for a second. “Yeah... why?”

“You don’t usually go for runs. Especially not late at night.” Felix whispered.

Changbin snaked an arm around Felix’s torso. “I was just having a bad day.”

Felix was fidgeting slightly. It looked like he was fighting some sort of internal battle about whether or not he should say what he wanted to say.

Changbin smiled at the nervousness. “What?” he encouraged.

Felix’s gaze caught Changbin’s eyes. “Was it the comments? About your weight gain?” he asked in a small voice.

Silence. There was no sound coming from anywhere in the dorm as Changbin processed the question. The smile that rested on his face immediately slipped away.

“I... I saw them on Twitter, and they pissed me off, so...” Felix trailed off, lowering his gaze, “I mean you haven’t even gained that much...”

“I gained the weight on purpose,” Changbin said when he zoned back in on Felix.

“Oh...” Felix’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Why? I mean, not that you don’t look good, but like... Why did you want to gain weight?”

Changbin thought about why he wanted to gain weight. He thought about Jisung’s drawing, the “V” face comments, the constant embarrassment around his appearance, and his own insecurities.

“It’s stupid.” Changbin dismissed, but of course, Felix kept digging.

“It’s not stupid. It’s just me, you can tell me.” he eased.

Changbin sighed. “You know... how people had been making jokes about my face? And my chin?”

Felix nodded, confusion showing again.

“I hated those comments.” he whispered. “I just got so insecure about my looks after people began to make those jokes, and I just... wanted to fix them.”

When Changbin looked at Felix, he saw that the confusion was still etched onto his features. “But...” Felix started, “you always laugh at those jokes.”

Changbin felt like shit for unloading this onto Felix, yet he continued to explain. “I’m good at laughing.”

The boys sat in silence for another minute. Felix seemed to be mulling over what he had been told, and Changbin watched the look of confusion melt into one of realization, and then sadness.

“I’m so sorry,” Felix breathed, “I... I didn’t know you felt like that. I would have never made those jokes.”

Changbin felt his heart crack. Felix almost sounded heartbroken, and it killed Changbin inside.

“But hyung...” Felix said, “you know that you don’t have to fix anything, right? You’re perfect. Don’t let them get to you.”

Teardrops were threatening to fall from Changbin’s eyes for the second time that night, except instead of being born out of pain, these tears were brought on by the overwhelming feeling of being loved.

“Okay...” was all Changbin could muster the strength to whisper. He didn’t trust his voice, so instead, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his best friend’s forehead.

“You know what, hyung?”

Changbin hummed.

“I have dealt with so much hate because of so many things,” Felix sniffled away his own tears, “first they were upset because I wasn’t fluent in Korean, then they didn’t like my freckles, then it was my voice, and I thought that there was just no winning with them.” Felix closed his eyes.

Changbin didn’t even think about that. If any member was no stranger to criticism from online fans, it would be Felix.

The thought was crazy to Changbin. Why would anybody go out of their way to hurt somebody as sweet and perfect as Felix? The thought of somebody actually hating Felix for his mess of pretty freckles still amazed Changbin.

“But you know what I realized?” Felix continued, snapping Changbin out of his own thoughts, “It’s not my job to please everyone.”

“What do you mean, Lixie?” Changbin asked.

Felix opened his eyes again, “Like... I’m doing music for me, right? If people don’t like the way that I look or who I am, then that’s their problem, not mine. Get it?”

Changbin was amazed.

“How are you so young and yet more wise than half of the industry?” Changbin saw the light in Felix’s eyes, and it made him smile, too.

“I mean it still hurts sometimes, but... less now.”

Changbin agreed. He couldn’t see how reading vicious comments like that could ever end up getting easier.

“But now that I know you get comments and stuff that hurt you too, maybe we could... help each other. When it hurts a lot, you know?”

“Like you mean... I come to you when it hurts, and you come to me?” Changbin asked. It made him feel special to know that Felix trusted him enough to want to go to him for comfort. It made him feel like he wasn’t the only one that got happiness out of their relationship.

“Yeah, something like that,” he answered.

Changbin’s smile returned full force.

Felix was like sunshine, Changbin thought. This issue that seemed so horrible and painful to Changbin, now seems less than half as terrible since Felix was there for him. Since now, Felix was there to comfort him.

He didn’t care if it made him weak or less of a man, because he didn’t feel like he had to be strong when he was with Felix. Felix had always been comfortable in his emotions, and Changbin admired that about him.

“If you’re happy with the way that you look right now, you should keep it this way,” Felix encouraged him, “because for the record, I think you look better like this. You look happier.”

“I am happier,” Changbin whispered.

Shortly after that, the two boys fell asleep in Changbin’s bed, happy to have the support of their best friend.

Although it was hard at first, Changbin slowly became more confident in himself and his appearance to not care about how other people wanted him to look. Even when he slipped up, Felix always caught him with a hug, a smile, and a shoulder for him to rest his head.

For a while, Changbin had to fake his happiness during videos and variety shows. No matter how much he repressed it, the worry of how his fans would react to his appearance was always dangling in the back of his mind like an itch that he couldn’t scratch.

But it got better. Changbin found himself worrying less and less about what his fans thought, and more about what he thought. Over time, he didn’t have to fake his happiness. The fans had even noticed how Changbin’s growing confidence affected him.

And perhaps best of all, eventually began to laugh again. It wasn’t a fake laugh, or a laugh to cover his shame. It was a real laugh that honestly held his real happiness. And unlike how he laughed before, this laugh was the product of his self confidence and strength. No laugh could ever be brighter or fuller than his.

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simplyotometrash · 4 years

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Sunshine and Showers

//My first post on this blog! It’s just a little piece I wrote about my OC, Alex, and Kiro’s relationship!

Alex-Lee Florence was Kiro’s entire world. They met by pure luck of the draw. Alex never went out, they were agoraphobic and the mere thought of leaving the house was panic-inducing. Yet on that one day where Kiro had sneaked into a corner store, Alex had decided to go to the store as well. They tried to avoid talking to anyone anytime they had to go into the world. All he had wanted was a candy bar (while Savin wasn’t looking). They grabbed the same one, Alex immediately let go and dropped their basket, and that was that. Kiro saw that face and couldn’t help the floaty feeling in his heart. He was a big believer in love at first sight after all.

He had insisted on walking Alex home and split the candy bar with them. He was enthralled by them. The bags under the eyes and their way they constantly stretched their hands and fingers made him curious as to what kind of person they were. What did they do for work? Alex, apparently, knew who Kiro was but wasn’t actually a big follower of his career. A fact that knocked him off his feet. They treated him so normally that he felt drawn to them. He became determined to see them again.

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It had taken months for Kiro to find out what Alex did for a living. Their social media accounts held no such details. Not even photos except of their adorable cat. Their social media presence was bone dry! Yet they responded anytime he sent them links or pictures. They gave him their number after a while and the talking grew. The quiet, almost nonexistent Alex on social media and even offline was very different. Their texts were colorful and turned to paragraphs anytime they were interested in the conversation. There were tons of cat photos blowing up Kiro’s phone at all hours of the day. The cat, named Kimchi, was Alex’s “son” and Kiro wanted to meet him.

Kiro finally found out that Alex was an indie game designer and made video games from their apartment. They did almost everything by themselves. He remembered thinking that it was no wonder they were so tired. No wonder they replied no matter how late it was, regardless of the time zone Kiro was in. Kiro, of course, looked up their handle just so he could download and play every game they had ever made. If he wasn’t already in love with Alex before, he was now.

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They began dating after six months. Of course it was kept quiet, for Kiro’s career and Alex’s comfort. It was hard. Kiro being such an outgoing and enthusiastic person didn’t quite get Alex’s agoraphobia and aversion to going out with him when he was in disguise. It had been the first time he ever convinced them to go out. The date was at night and Kiro had his disguise on so that they could enjoy the evening without him being swarmed. It was supposed to be a fun night at at the fair. Alex shook the entire walk to the fair. Kiro was so excited, but that didn’t stop him from noticing Alex the second they were among the crowd. Alex shook like a leaf and was sweating. They were hyperventilating until they just....took off. Kiro followed, anxious and concerned. He found his favorite person hiding far down the street, where the sounds and lights weren’t so in-your-face.

“Kiro...I...I can’t...” They were crying into their hoodie sleeves and his heart sank.

They tried to tell him. Over and over again, they tried. They couldn’t go into a public place, especially one so crowded, without panicking. They were utterly terrified of the very thought of an uncontrollable situation.

“Shh, Al, it’s not your fault. I was the pushy one.” He said against their hair as he held them in darkened street. The sounds faded as he hummed the tune of one of his songs and swayed with them in place. Anything to help them calm down.

Any words Alex tried to form only came out as incoherent cries. They held on so tightly. Kiro was their lifeline. They felt so small in his arms. Kiro knew for certain that this was the person he wanted to give his heart to forever. No matter what.

Their dates shifted into something else. Kiro performing for them in either of their apartments. They would take turns hosting sleepovers. They had gaming nights with pizza and chips, things Savin would murder him for eating. There were always pillows fights. Kiro took to cooking dinners for Alex after seeing just how terrible they were in the kitchen unless it was baking. These moments were cherished. And little by little, Kiro was able to introduce Alex to dates outside. Never anything big. Sometimes they would go to a midnight movie, where there were barely any other people. Late-night walks in the park together. Sometimes they would go to places outside of the city for picnics and to lay out to watch the clouds or the stars.

Kiro loved his perfectly imperfect partner.

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“Hey, sunshine,” Alex said through a mouthful of noodles, “how long is this next tour going to be?”

The sight in front of him was something to behold. Short, fading green hair with dark roots tied into the tiniest of rabbit tails (as Kiro liked to call them) on the top of Alex’s head, wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of shorts. The two of them sat in Alex’s living room, Kimchi fast asleep at the end of the couch, eating noodles together. If only he had his phone out for a picture.

“It’ll be a few months. I’ll make sure to bring you something from every city and country I’m in! And I’ll video chat you every single day!” He beamed, setting his bowl aside to pull Alex’s legs across his lap.

“It’s not as if we don’t do that every tour anyway,” they laughed, careful not to let their noodles spill.

He took their bowl and set it on the table just to be able to pull them fully into his lap. “I knoooow,” he mumbled, nuzzling their neck softly. “I know. It’s all we have when I’m gone, though. I always miss you so much!”

Alex rested their head against his, knees on either side of his hips. Being apart was the worst thing. Kiro had once asked if they felt comfortable enough to go on tour with them. Of course they immediately shut the idea down with fear creeping into their eyes. He never asked again. Instead he made videos of every location just to send to them. One day, though, he wanted to take them away from Loveland. Just for a vacation. Somewhere for just them. His little storm cloud deserved all the vacations he could provide. It was a matter of free time. He’d been booked solid with work for far too long. Savin wasn’t exactly a fan of their relationship, mostly because he knew how it could go if the news suddenly got out. Kiro didn’t care. He wanted people to know. He was positive his fans would not be angry. The only thing keeping him from one impulsive decision was Alex.Their comfort and consent was more important. If they wanted the relationship kept quiet for longer, then so be it. Anything for them.

“I miss you too. All the time.” They pressed soft kisses against his lips. “I...I wish we could tell your fans. I do. It’s a mortifying thought, it makes my stomach feel uneasy to think about, but I don’t want to hide forever. It’s just...”

“Just?” Kiro tilted his head, brow furrowing with worry.

“I’m not exactly what anyone would expect someone like you to date. I mean...I’m on the chubbier side and nonbinary. I’m a shut-in game developer who is terrified of situations that I can’t easily get out of or have any form of control in. Crowds are terrifying. I’ve never been to one of your concerts. I look like a raccoon with these dark circles. I’m-”

“Let me stop you right there, Alex-Lee Edith Florence.” Kiro sat up, hands gripping gently at Alex’s waist. “You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met. You’re gorgeous, handsome, cute, and every other descriptor there is! Chub or not, there’s just more of you to love and you’re so soft to hold. I don’t give a damn if you’ve seen any of my shows in person because I know you watch every single performance from here.” One hand moved up their waist to caress their face, resting his forehead on theirs. “I love what you do for a living and don’t fucking care that you have agoraphobia. You’re my little storm cloud. But storms aren’t a bad thing. They bring rain and rain brings growth. I love you for you. Not for who you aren’t. You see those things about you as negatives but I see them as part of my favorite person to ever be on this planet.”

Alex had tears prick their eyes. But it wasn’t like the other times Kiro saw those tears. They weren’t tears of sadness or panic. The tears and the smile told him everything he needed to know. He kissed them softly, urging Alex to scoot further forward in his lap.

“I love you,” they mumbled against his lips as kisses became more passionate. “I love you so much, Kiro.”

He made sure to show them everything he loved about them well into the morning hours.

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“Do you have everything you need? You didn’t forget anything back home, right?” Alex asked for the fifth time that car ride. Before every tour, Alex became jittery and worried. Sometimes they reminded him of a parent. It was too cute for words.

“Baaaabe,” he whined, resting his head on their shoulder, “I have everything. I promise! Can’t we just snuggle some more until we get to the airport?”

This was their normal. Before a tour, before having to leave overseas for long shoots, Kiro became more clingy than ever. The days leading up, he practically never let go of Alex. Then he was impossible to peel off the entire ride to the airport. Every single time. And every time they promised Savin that Kiro would be on time they always ended up late because a certain someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It was routine. Savin never expected them to actually be on time or even early. Though not thrilled about having to make sure Kiro’s relationship didn’t get exposed by accident or through the press, he had grown fond of Alex. Not so fond of their encouragement for Kiro to eat what he wanted during his days off.

“We’re already here, though, sunshine,” Alex said, gently brushing his golden locks from his eyes.

Oh boy did he pout. Every single time the pout never faltered. Parting was never easy for either of them. The months apart were unbearable, even through all the video chats and phone calls. The texts and the pictures. It eased the longing a little but then just added more fuel to the already burning fire.

“Remember, Alex, neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night-”

“What are you, a postal worker?”

“Shhhhh I wasn’t finished! You threw off my groove!”

“Aw, I’m sorry, sunshine.” Alex pecked him sweetly on the lips as he pouted, immediately causing the superstar to break into a smile.

“Your Superhero Kiro will always be here for you. You know I’m only one call away.”

//Thank you for reading! I may actually make a series for these two if anyone is interested!!! Please give me feedback!!

#mlqc #mr love #mr love queen's choice #mr love kiro #mlqc kiro #mlqc oneshot #kiro x oc #mr love queen's choice kiro #love and producer #evol x love #waylonwrites

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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hiii could I request a match up? I’m a straight white female, 15, ENFP, Libra. I have brown hair that reaches past my shoulders and hazel/greenish eyes. I’m 5’5 and more on the chubbier side lol. My passion is writing and my hobbies are reading and playing video games. I also draw sometimes. I’m very extroverted and I talk a lot lol and I could be very hot headed too. I’m very into Marvel and Harry Potter too. thanks in advance🥺💞

Ayyy what’s your hours fellow potterhead ☀️

And finally a marvel lover 🥵🥵

Sorry for taking so long to reply 🙃

~ Match Up ~

Nishinoya

Ok due to him naming his moves I’d say he can be consider a anime / manga nerd

So as soon as you introduced him to the wonderful world of marvel and Harry Potter

The names of his moves get even more extra

Like a really bad mash up of marvel & HP

✨ Adavaballkanda ✨

( sorry Slytherin here needed to use this spell to show off my bad side ☀️)

You probably first start talking because you’re watching them practice with your friends and you’re like

WOW THATS SO COOOL

When he does his move

And he’s all SMUG

And Tanaka is like :C I want female attention too???

You two immediately click

You’re both extroverted and easy to talk to ( yes I took this out of your ask since you really seem like a person that’s easy to talk to )

He’ll definitely play video games with you

You’ll also get close to Hinata

When you too get into an argument it’s living hell lol you’re both stubborn - he’s not really used to people talking back at him?

But he would never cross the line and say something that would hurt you

He’s actually a good person to have deep convos with? And a really good listener

You two are like hyper af during the day

And all philosophical during the night cuddled up in bed, your head on his chest

Yes he’s smug that he got a girl nowwww

And he’s showing you offfffff 🥵

Dates would be kinda active and outside most of the time?

Like Arcades, theme parks, etc

You’ll probs have abs after a few months from all the laughing btw

He’s still really caring and will immediately know when something’s up and will confront you about it

His intentions are pure and he really means no harm

He just wants you to feel great

Really loving Also

12/10 would recommend

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #haikyuu requests #haikyuu matchups #yū nishinoya #nishinoya hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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seasonal-shifts-au-fanartfunart · 5 years

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How do you draw children???

How? Well..... I’m just gonna ramble under the cut, cause I’ve learned a lot from my early attempts. Tho, I’m gonna start off by saying, its all in referencing and practice. (I very much suggest convincing your local small children into being your model -with parental permission of course. ((if you’re lucky, and are probably working at summer camps like I did, they come up to you and beg you to draw them and their friends......(I usually gave those pictures away tho))... otherwise, photo references are just fine.)

I think of it best in reference to adults. (^this, is not to scale, I just wanted to showcase the framework so you get a general idea)

Head proportions are pretty much the key feature- eyes will take up a LOT more space, and, with my style, which already uses pretty big eyes, they take up like, 60% of the face while my adult/teen characters get like, 45% -ish. I think the key part tho is that the nose and mouth are gonna be squished a lot closer to each other and the chin. Pretty much all them features are gonna be squashed together. Children haven’t fully grown into their brains yet, so their forehead takes up space.

my other key facts about the face is, give ‘em pretty rounded cheeks, but, you can change it up as much as you can w/ your adult character’s features. w/ pat he’s a lot more squared, Virgil is reaaallly round & squishy, Roman and Logan are a touch more long, i guess, Lo’s face a bit more pointed than Ro’s- all of which correspond to how I draw them when they’re older.

Children’s necks are pretty much the bare minimum of neck. My shortcut, and most people’s shortcut, is to just..... not give them a visible neck. >w

And then, w/ their bodies, the key points are they’re just.... shorter. From about 2-6 ish, their arms can hardly reach over their head, I mean, ask a kid to put their hands on top of their head....their fingers hardly touch. in adults, generally, when they raise their arm, the top of their head will be around their elbow (again, variability is there). That’s kinda proportional to the rest of the limbs and torso. Heads are big w/ kids.

Other random things:

kids just, hold their hands so awkwardly sometimes and it’s adorable. (kids are just awkward w/ their bodies in general. they have no idea what they’re doing.)

they tend to walk with their chest/belly out forward, so they’re not usually gonna slouch (unless they’re being dramatic). It’s a counter-balance for their head.

don’t, I repeat, don’t be afraid to change it up. Make them taller, make them thinner, chubbier, broader... explore and you’ll find a lot more growth in your work.

And, I’m personally still learning. (and probably will continue to), so, don’t just take it from me. Look at references, beg small children to be your models, and practice! Figure out what you can get away with.

^u^

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I’m trying to draw Phil for the first time, and I’m running into problems that I’m hoping you can help with. I always draw females stomach and up, so most of the guys I draw look like females. I do draw Dan, because his face features aren’t as rough and he has a youthful face. With Phil though, I want him to look like him now. I want him to look like a 31 year old man and not a 17 year old boy lol, but my dumb tendencies are preventing me to doing so. Advice??

this is a problem some artists have and i had it as well some years ago before beginning my career! i was used to draw very typical anime girls, so when i had to draw Real People, i mean, when i had to draw real live models in my drawing classes, i had to relearn a lot of stuff! when you challenge yourself to draw people of all genders, ages and ethnicities that’s when you notice people are all really different from each other and there is really no canon. we tend to limit ourselves to draw females or males in certain ways but leaving aside biological differences (and even these are really diverse as well) (and this reminds me we desperately need better representation of trans and intersex people in our artistic anatomy books, we desperately need it, because these books insist on teaching only one canon, usually just cis and white, and ehm no please) we all have different physiognomy, so the best way to learn how to draw someone is doing a careful observation!

and as you have noticed, yup, dan has a different complexion than phil so the best we can do is to study them and study people with a similar appearance to each one! i suggest you to invest some time trying to find pics of them and of people really really similar to them to help you to understand better their anatomy. a great place to start looking for references is the model community on deviant art btw (x). or you can google some lookalikes people have found of them lol

ok, now let’s begin with your question! now you are facing the age challenge, right, the first thing you can do is looking for v v old and v v recent pics of him to notice easly the little changes. here is a compilation i’ve made!

the old pics are a bit blurry but i notice 3 relevant things:

now he has more pronounced bags under the eyes

his jaw is a b i t, just a bit wider and more square. also the edges were a bit softer when he was younger.

laugh lines, and eyes and forehead wrinkles are a bit more pronounced as well

ok so let’s focus on these 3 details!

to draw the two phils bellow i used the same base sketch because his skull haven’t changed that much, and then i tried to accentuate the main differences between them. accentuate is the key word here, because we are artists, and this means we can portray our observations in different ways, not just reproduce them.

my style is kinda realistic, so haven’t accentuated them that much, but my suggestions are:

to draw a 31-years-old!phil

make those wrinkles more visible, especially his laugh lines, because this sweet man laughts a lot more these days

accentuate more those bags under his eyes, he is a night owl!

his forehead wrinkles are important depending on his expression, but drawing even just a few delicate lines will definitely add some age to his face!

and here are other suggestions! we tend to relate big eyes to younger people, so making his eyes a little smaller will also make him look older

bonus points if you add a few grey hairs here and there :9

i suggest you to follow these steps to study the rest of his anatomy, but a few things we all have noticed is that his shoulders and torso are broader now and his limbs in general look thicker / chubbier :))

anyway, i really hope you find this useful, feel free to tell me if there is something else i can help you

#phanart #phan art #phandom #anonymous #psychics #artadvice #EDIT: i'm glad you all found it useful!#btw this is a little note just to point out #i edited this post 3 times #because i worded very poorly a few lines last night #i apologize if you see other version of this post around and some stuff sounds weird #or insensitive #def i should have saved it in my drafts and edited it in the morning #i hope you understand #this is definitely the version that express so much better #what i was trying to communicate #thanks for reading this note if you are reading it :))#love you all so much <33

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salaciouscrumpet · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 20

Whumptober Day 20 Prompt: “Trembling”

I had a few ideas for this prompt but none of them seemed to really click for me, so apparently I decided instead to go for the most painful one. I’m finally including some new characters in this one, mostly just to demonstrate that there were other people in Luke’s life growing up and that the Knights of Oberon aren’t actually the villains here.

CW: child abuse (more the discovery or suspicion of, rather than anything graphic)

Characters: Greg Ainsley, Ben Ainsley, Luke Kandarian (age 11)

“Oh, Lord, your mother is gonna have kittens.”

Greg Ainsley sighed and stared down at the two eleven-year-olds standing in the – rather appropriately named – mud room. Ben, predictably, was grinning, since he knew he should be in trouble but that of his parents, his father was the sucker and Mom was currently away. Luke, on the other hand, looked uncertain and a little stricken, like he couldn’t tell whether Greg was being serious or not.

He should be serious. He should be giving both boys heck right about now. They were covered in mud from head to toe, both of them, and their clothes were soaked through and dripping on the tiled floor. They’d tracked muddy rainwater in from outside and if Greg hadn’t caught them before they’d managed to sneak their way up to Ben’s bedroom, they would’ve gone and left a trail all the way through the house and upstairs. Why it hadn’t occurred to either boy to strip off their wet clothes and leave them in the mud room was beyond him, but preteen logic would always be a mystery to their parents.

Ben’s mischievous grin showed how well he knew his father, though, because Greg really was a sucker, and not only was he going to help the two boys clean up their mess, he probably wasn’t going to tell Ben’s mother about it, either. And he sure as heck wasn’t going to tell Luke’s parents about it, because while Julia would grumble and give Benjamin a hard time about it later, there was no telling what the Kandarians would do if they learned their son was causing trouble. Not that a muddy floor and some wet clothes was what Greg considered trouble, but Luke’s parents were hard people.

“All right, brats,” he said, taking care to put some extra lightness in his tone when Luke’s wary expression didn’t fade. “Strip off here before you make a mess everywhere. I’ll get you some towels and clean clothes. Luke, did you bring a spare set of track pants?”

“Um.” Luke blinked muddy water out of his eyes, then shook his head. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”

Luke and Ben had known each other since they were four, and Luke still couldn’t manage to call Ben’s parents by their first names. It was always Mr. and Mrs. Ainsley, or ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’ with him. He was an unfailingly polite boy, which was not uncommon among the kids of fellow Knights, but it seemed like Luke’s parents took manners to rather extreme lengths. His older brother Danny was just the same, although at three years Luke’s senior Danny didn’t have much to do with Luke and Ben. Greg knew there were two other kids, both girls, but he’d never had cause to meet them. They were probably little Stepford Wives in training, though.

“Eh, I’ll grab some of Ben’s stuff,” Greg said with a shrug and another small sigh. Ben was taller and, frankly, chubbier than Luke, who was a skinny reed of a kid, but they could always roll up the cuffs until Luke’s own clothes were clean and dry again. “Just don’t go anywhere. You’re both disasters.”

“Um,” Luke said again, this time with an air of hesitancy. Greg looked at him and saw that the kid was frowning hard at the tiled floor, unable to meet his eyes.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Do I … Um. Do I have to change here, Mr. Ainsley? Sir?”

Greg blinked, and fought not to throw an incredulous glance in Ben’s direction. His son was already halfway to naked, his filthy jacket and shirt already lying in a wet heap on the ground. He had one sock off and was hopping around, trying to get the other one off before he moved onto his pants, but he had paused as though suddenly wondering what the problem was.

“Uh, no?” Greg blinked a few more times, then pointed at the door to the nearby bathroom, hidden in behind the stacked washer and dryer. “You can change in there? Just … try not to track mud anywhere, okay, kiddo?”

“Yessir. Thank you, sir.” Luke disappeared in a flash, darting behind the shelves of laundry detergent and dryer sheets to duck into the bathroom. In spite of his best efforts he left a small trail of dirty water behind him, but Greg pretended not to notice it.

Ben continued undressing as though nothing had happened, and maybe to him it hadn’t, but Greg – heading off in search of towels and dry clothes for both boys – scratched his head. Sure, it had been a few years since he’d last had to help Luke and Ben into their clothes, but nudity had never really been a big issue with any of them before. Luke had always been a shy, overly polite kid, but he’d never been body-conscious; it just wasn’t the way of things for kids raised by Knights. Most of them would grow up to be soldiers themselves, and when you spent time in barracks or needed patching up in the field you couldn’t worry about who saw what. Greg had honestly never even considered that Luke or Ben would be bothered by the idea of undressing – it wasn’t like the mud room of the Ainsley house was in the middle of the downtown core, after all. It was private. They were all men, or, well, male. For crying out loud, Luke was practically one of his kids.

Puberty, maybe? Greg wondered. He couldn’t remember when he’d started going through puberty – older than Ben and Luke were now, though, he was pretty sure of that. Was it time for him to have The Talk with Ben? Oh Jesus, Jules is gonna make me do it … He tried and failed to imagine Luke’s own parents giving Luke the birds and the bees talk; either they would tell him some BS story about storks and God’s love, or they would do some weirdly overly-informative thing that would probably include spreadsheets and PowerPoint presentations. The thought of stiff, stern Daniel Kandarian (Sr.) sitting down and having any kind of talk with Luke was so distracting that Greg mostly just forgot about whatever weirdness was going on with Luke. He was a kid, kids were weird, that was pretty much the end of it.

After successfully locating two pairs of track pants and two thick sweatshirts, as well as an armful of warm, dry towels, Greg headed back to the mud room. Ben, unsurprisingly, had dumped all his wet and muddy clothes on the ground and was tracing his bare toes through one of the puddles, using the dark mud to draw a series of diagrams that Greg was going to try really hard to pretend weren’t supposed to be dicks. Luke was nowhere to be seen.

“He’s still in the bathroom,” Ben said, shrugging. Greg tossed a towel at his head and he caught it, obediently scrubbing it over his wet blond hair. “Maybe he had to poop?” Ben’s younger sister had recently hit that stage where she was obsessed with everything to do with fecal matter, and Ben had a tendency to pick up on it, mostly because it annoyed his mother and secretly amused his father. Never in his life had Greg heard so much talk about shit, and he’d grown up on a farm.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to come out here and critique your phallic artistry,” Greg suggested.

Ben stopped drying himself for a moment. “What’s ‘phallic’ mean?”

Shit. Greg grimaced, then said automatically, “Go look it up in the dictionary.” Julia had set up a big dictionary on the desk in the study, but she probably hadn’t intended for it to be used to expand Ben’s less parlour-room-friendly vocabulary. Still, teachable moment, right?

Ben, with the impeccable sense some children possessed that told them when their parents had said or done something they then immediately regretted, gave his father a huge, toothy grin, snatched up his dry clothing, and scampered off in the direction of the study. He hadn’t even bothered to dress himself, just ran naked down the hall. At least he wasn’t muddy.

Greg hadn’t actually meant for Ben to look up the word now (he hadn’t actually meant to tell him to look it up at all and he knew he was going to get in crap with his wife once their son started finding excuses to insert the word ‘phallic’ into every conversation), but whatever, what’s done was done. He shook his head and began collecting Ben’s wet clothing, gathering it together to toss into the hamper by the washing machine. He would have to get the floor mopped up before Jules came home with the girls, but they weren’t due to be home until after dinner, and Greg had promised Ben and Luke hotdogs and Kraft Dinner. Technically, he had promised them that if they were good, and it could be argued that chasing frogs through the stream on a rainy day and then tracking it all through the house didn’t really fall under the heading of good behaviour, but he had already established himself as a sucker, and besides, he wanted Kraft Dinner and hotdogs, too.

“Hey, kiddo.” Greg dumped Ben’s wet clothes, then headed over to the closed bathroom door to get Luke’s attention. “Got some dry stuff here for you, buddy.”

He knocked on the door, intending just to let Luke know he was there, but the door hadn’t been latched. It swung open, revealing Ben’s best friend, stripped down to his underwear and staring at himself in the full-length mirror.

Greg did not intend to look. He had no interest in staring at his son’s best friend, who he’d known since before they were in kindergarten together and who he thought of as one of his own. But there was no way not to stare at the trembling, panic-stricken child standing inside the bathroom.

Greg had known that Luke was small and skinny. It was hard not to notice, given how Ben had always been a big, boisterous kid and made Luke seem even smaller by comparison. Greg mostly just assumed that Luke hadn’t come into his growth yet – he was only eleven, and Greg himself hadn’t really hit his full growth until he was in his late teens (much to his dismay). But Luke’s dad was a big man and his older brother Danny, at thirteen, was already shooting up like a weed, so Greg had wondered if Luke took after his mother’s side. And in Greg’s experience most kids tended to fall into one of two categories: they were either all skin and bones until suddenly they weren’t, or they were all baby fat.

Luke wasn’t just small and skinny, he was practically skeletal. The kid looked like he’d never had a decent meal in his life, which made no goddamn sense because the Kandarians were loaded and liked to throw their wealth in everybody’s face; there was no reason for Luke to look like he was being starved. Was he sick? Was there something wrong with him? Greg knew Luke wasn’t a picky eater; that kid ate anything you put in front of him, and followed it all up with a bunch of ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s. Worse than the skinniness, however, Luke was covered in bruises, and while a certain amount of cuts and bruising was to be expected in a kid as active as Ben and Luke, that didn’t account for the hand-shaped marks around his arms, or the stripes across his back and thighs. Those bruises weren’t from reckless play or casual accidents – someone had deliberately hurt this boy.

“Hey, buddy,” Greg said, using the tone of voice he’d once used on skittish horses. Luke startled, letting out a small yelp and immediately trying to cover himself up. Greg felt sick, hating himself for the unintentional intrusion, and for walking in on something Luke clearly hadn’t wanted him or Ben to see.

“Sir!” Luke scrabbled around for his discarded clothing. “I’m sorry, I was just –”

“Hey, it’s fine, I’ve just got some dry things for you. The door was … It wasn’t latched, and –”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to …” To Greg’s absolute horror Luke burst into tears, sinking to the floor and burying his dark head in his hands.

Shit. Shit shit shit. The absolute last thing Greg had intended to do that day was to make his son’s best friend cry. But honestly … What the heck? Luke had seemed to take Greg’s explanation about the door not being properly closed as some sort of admonition, when all Greg had meant was that he hadn’t intended to barge in on him like that. Greg had been apologizing to Luke for barging in; Luke wasn’t supposed to apologize to him!

Buckle up, buttercup, Greg told himself firmly, and stepped inside the bathroom. He thought about closing the door behind him to give them both some privacy – he felt pretty confident that Luke wouldn’t want Ben barging in, too – but reconsidered the idea. He didn’t want Luke to feel penned in, and closing the door might give the impression that he was trying to keep the boy trapped.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s all right, you’re not in trouble.” Greg knelt down in front of Luke, handing the boy one of the towels he’d brought with him. Luke accepted it, clutching it to himself as though it were a shield.

Swallowing hard, Greg looked at the bruises on Luke’s twig-like arms, and had to fight down the urge to storm over to the Kandarian house and demand to know just what the ever-loving Christ was going on over there. He understood the need to discipline his children – he was lousy at it, but that was because he always struggled with the desire to be the fun parent, not because he wanted to use discipline as an excuse to beat the crap out of his kids. Even Ben, at his most obnoxious, didn’t elicit that kind of violent reaction from him; he couldn’t imagine what must be going through Luke’s parents’ heads, that they would do something like this to their son.

“Look, Luke.” Greg swallowed again, uncomfortable. “Lukas.” Luke flinched, seeming to curl into himself, and Greg tried another tact. “Look, kiddo – buddy, it’s all right. You can talk to me, okay? Is somebody hurting you?”

“Wh-what? N-no!” Luke stammered, but he wouldn’t meet Greg’s eyes. He picked up his filthy T-shirt, holding it up as if in explanation, and said, “It’s just … My mom … she’s gonna be piss—er, she’s gonna be mad about my clothes.” He sniffled, big eyes filling with tears, and Greg got the impression that that explanation probably wasn’t a lie – that Luke was, in fact, genuinely concerned about his mother’s reaction to his dirty clothing. Was Rita the one who’d been beating Luke? Was it both his parents?

“Hey, buddy, it’s okay.” Greg reached out, intending to give Luke a gentle clap on the shoulder, the way he would do for his own son – but Luke flinched away, even more violently than before, recoiling out of Greg’s reach as though afraid the touch would burn him.

It was as though there were two parts warring within Luke. One part was the wild, terrified, feral thing that cringed away from Greg’s touch. That part was on the verge of hissing and spitting in Greg’s direction, too afraid to let Greg in close. The other part was the well-mannered boy who couldn’t even use a mild swear word in front of Greg, who was supposed to do as adults bade him and be on his best behaviour at all times. Greg had always thought Luke was a polite and obedient kid, but now he couldn’t help but wonder just what had been done to him to make him that way.

“Okay, bud, I’m not gonna touch you,” Greg said, after the silence stretched out painful and taut between them. Luke was still cringing, trembling, and it broke Greg’s heart to see it – and to wonder, how long had Luke been like this? How long had this been going on, and he hadn’t noticed? He scooted back a bit, offering up the other towels and the dry clothing. Luke took it cautiously, careful to ensure their hands didn’t touch.

“Okay,” Greg said again, coming to a decision. Confronting the Kandarians would get him nowhere. They were rich and well-connected, and he was on the lower tier of Incarnate society – frankly, it was amazing they even let their son come anywhere near his, they were in such different leagues. But he could talk to Ben and see if Luke ever said anything about his home life, about who was hurting him. And there were other adults who spent time with Luke: teachers, mentors, weapons trainers and language tutors. Surely if they all kept an eye on Luke, they would be able to figure out what was going on?

“You don’t have to say anything to me, kiddo.” Greg stood up, feeling a pang in his chest at the wary, watchful way that Luke stared up at him, like he was expecting a smack or something worse. “But nobody should be hurting you, Luke. Not me, not your parents, nobody. If you’re in trouble …” Dammit, how did anyone do this? “Talk to someone, okay? You can come to me if you want to – me, or Juli – uh, Mrs. Ainsley. Or one of your teachers, maybe? Or …” He felt like he was grasping at straws. “Or Mr. Sleswick, he stays with your parents sometimes, right?”

Luke sucked in a harsh breath but nodded, still unable to meet Greg’s eyes. If anything his shaking seemed to grow worse, but Greg realized how cold the bathroom must be, especially to a kid who’d just come in out of the rain. He probably wasn’t making the situation any better, trying to force Luke to talk about something he clearly wasn’t comfortable discussing. He racked his mind for some clue as to how to handle this, but for all the PBS Specials and “Very Special Episodes” he’d watched with his kids, it occurred to him that none of them ever said how to deal with being the adult in the story. Those TV shows were all geared towards kids, to explaining to them how to tell if someone was hurting you and what you were supposed to do. Nobody thought to tell the adults how they were supposed to respond. He knew how he wanted to respond, but marching down over to the Kandarian house and beating Luke’s father to paste would just result in him getting arrested and no one being around to protect Luke.

Greg made the decision to find some way to bring the subject up with Ben. His son was young, but he was bright and observant; if there was something going on with Luke, he’d be bound to know. And he would definitely talk with Julia when she got home with the girls, because Jules always knew what to do. Maybe, after hearing that it wasn’t acceptable for anyone to hurt him, Luke would realize he should go and talk to someone. If he was lucky Martin Sleswick would be able to help; he was higher up the food chain than the Ainsleys were and the Kandarians seemed to trust him – or at least, they trusted him enough to let them stay with him, although Greg knew that with them it might just be another way to climb the social ladder, by letting a hero of the Knights of Oberon stay in their guest house. That, and it was a feather in their cap to have Sleswick teaching their sons fighting stances and weaponry. People were always talking about what a boon it would be to young Danny and Luke, to learn from the best of the best. Still, the man was there, and if Sleswick said anything about the Kandarians abusing their son people would be bound to listen to him.

“All right, squirt, get dressed,” Greg said, voice full of forced levity. He deliberately turned to the door, the memory of that bruised, skinny little boy forever burned into his mind. “Put your wet things in the hamper and I’ll get them cleaned up before you go home. Your mom won’t even know what happened.”

“Y-yes … yes, sir.”

Greg wanted to slam his head against the door frame, but instead he just put on a cheerful smile and made his way out of the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “Head on up to the kitchen and I’ll make you boys some hot chocolate. How’s that sound?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” The voice was very small and wet, the boy trying to stifle his tears. “Sounds good, sir.”

Greg Ainsley did not consider himself a violent man. He was a Knight and a soldier, and he had done some rough things in his life, but nothing compared to what he wanted to do to Luke’s parents if they were the ones hurting him. He was going to sit down with Ben and try and get to the bottom of this, and then he – and maybe Sleswick and some others – would have a nice little chat with the Kandarians about their son.

***

Hopefully the inclusion of Greg and Ben wasn’t too jarring. Ben is a Knight of Oberon and Luke’s oldest friend, and he will be appearing in more ficlets. Greg is his father, and he just made the most sense as the POV character.

Oh, and as a note: 11-year-old Ben is loosely based on one of my nephews. I don’t have any kids so I don’t know what’s considered “normal” behaviour, but I can confirm that my 10-year-old nephew is weird as hell.

#whumptober2019 #day 20 #prompt 20 #original fiction #cw in note

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