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crystalsnow95z · 3 months

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hi love, i missed your fics❤️i had a request for you!

jimin & hoseok go live together after a concert and jimin can’t stop sneezing bc of his allergies. (add your little bless you commentary pls it’s so cute😔)

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you like them, I'm sorry I disappeared for a bit but I think I fixed my mental state enough to write again 😅 for the first time in a month and a half I'm actually decently happy with this one.

In case you missed it in the request..

Warning: sneeze content

"I love you! I'll see you tomorrow!" Namjoon calls ad the seven boys slowly disappeared underneath the stage.

Jimin tried to speak, but the itch in his nose he's been trying to ignore all concert was building up, so he opted to make a heart above his head instead, scrunching his nose to try to hold the sneeze in for a few seconds longer.

"Eh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes as soon as the lift drops him out of sight of Army sniffling to stop his nose from dripping. "Heh'hehitchi!" The sneezes he was holding back hit him all at once, Hoseok wrapping an arm around him to keep him from falling while the lift drops to the floor. "He..heheigh!"

"Aiigo..Bless you..are you sure you aren't sick, Jiminie?" Hoseok asks Jimin, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't feel warm.."

"I'm fine, hyung. Staff already checked..che..sh..tich!" Jimin sneezes again, rubbing his finger across his nose. "I saw a doctor this morning before the concert. There's something about the air here that's setting off my allergies.."

"Did you take any medicine?" Hoseok asks, searching for a tissue for Jimin's runny nose, bringing him the box.

"Thanks hyung.. I don't understand..I'm usually not allergic to pollens.." Jimin blows his nose, sniffling again. "Yeah. I did before the show, but it really started wearing off during dope. I almost sneezed during my part..it was awful.. my nose itched so much.." he complains, his breath hitching for another sneeze that doesn't come. "Ugh.. I promised Army I would do a live tonight because I didn't join you guys for the live in Amsterdam."

"Army will understand if you aren't feeling well and skip it until you feel better." Hoseok reassures him, rubbing his dongsaeng's neck.

Jimin doesn't answer right away, trying to tickle the painful sneeze out of him, his breath hitching once more. "Heh..heiycvh!"

"Bless you.. Jiminie you don't need to force.." Hoseok starts, but Jimin interrupts him.

"No, no they'll only worry if they noticed I was sneezing a lot on stage then don't keep my promise. I want to at least expl..ah..heh'tichiu!" Jimin sneezes into the tissue, trying to clean up the mess that dripped from him.

"Are you sure you're okay Jiminie?" Namjoon asks, offering Jimin some water. "You've been sneezing quite a bit today.."

"Jiminies having issues with his allergies..I noticed there's a lot of plants I've never seen before by the hotel and stadium. Maybe one of those are setting them off." Hoseok explains for Jimin when he notices Jimin's face contorting as another sneeze builds.

"Heh'heh..ktchitxh!" Jimin stops fighting the sneeze when Hoseok finished talking, taking the water Namjoon offered. "Thanks Hyung.. all this sneezing is starting to hurt my throat..I'm surprised Taehyung-ah doesn't lose his voice when he sneezes.."

"Bless you.. make sure you wear a mask when you aren't singing to try to reduce the pollen that you breathe in.." Namjoon tells him with concern. "I'll ask staff to get you one with a filtering system."

"Thanks hyung.." Jimin takes a drink of water, trying to soothe his scratchy throat."Jungkookie seemed pretty sniffly today too. You should get..h..hey..iyfxh!' Another sneeze erupts from Jimin.

"I'll make sure he gets checked, too. Hopefully, it's just allergies for him too." Namjoon leaves to check on Jungkook.

"Go get changed so you can go home. I'll join you for a quick live session, okay, Jiminie. It'll be easier to do a live with another person with you." Hoseok offers.

"Thanks, hyungie. That'd be great."

Jimin followed Namjoon's advice, pulling up his mask as soon as they pulled up to the hotel, but he swore that whatever was setting off his allergies were still penetrating through the mask, causing an unbearable itch at the bridge of his nose.

Hoseok leads him inside, quickly using his key card to open the door to the hotel keeping his arm around Jimin's shoulder.

"He..he'hitch.." Jimin sneezes, grimacing when he feels the liquid drip down his nose and soak into the mask. "Eugh.." Jimin sniffles unhappily, not wanting to remove it until he was safely in the hotel room.

"Bless you Jimin-ah.. the medicine will kick in soon.. we can stay live until the sneezes settle down, but you should sleep after." Hoseok leads him to his room, fighting back a yawn.

"It's okay if you get tired, hyung. You can leave whenever you..he..geychi!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok says sympathetically.

"I can do it on my own or ask Jungkookie or Taehyungie to do it if you're tired.." Jimin digs out his key to his room.

"I'm not tired, Jiminie. I'm hungry..don't worry about me. Let Taehyungie and jaykay sleep. Those two were already falling asleep on the ride home." Hoseok reassures him, going into Jimin's bathroom to get a washcloth, wetting it and returning to Jimin, wiping his face clean. "Your nose is still so red, baby."

"Hyung that tick..eh..heh'tichi! Heyh..hitdhu!" Jimin sneezes, quickly backing up to avoid sneezing on Hoseok.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it worse.." Hoseok apologizes, giving Jimin the wet cloth.

"Heh'itchiiugh...it's okay.." Jimin sniffles, wiping his face.

"Bless you.." Hoseok goes to the humidifier at the side of Jimin's bed, hoping it would help. "I'm going to make food, do you want anything?"

"I'd like some ramen.. something a little spicy to help clear my nose." Jimin starts setting up for the live, adjusting his phone so both him and Hoseok could be in frame.

"Alright, coming right up. You can start without me while I cook."Hoseok starts boiling water for them.

Jimin goes to speak, but ends up sneezing instead. "Heh..heditxxchu!"

"Bless you Jimin-ah. I'll make you some tea too." Hoseok searches for teabags in the kitchen.

"I'm going to fix up my make up first.." Jimin goes into the bathroom, blowing his nose once more before trying to use some concealer to lessen the redness. "Ugh..my eyes are a bit puffy..and I look like Rudolph..!"

Hoseok giggles when he hears Jimin whining at his reflection. "You still look cute." He calls to him, reassuring the younger boy about his insecurities. "Army will still think you're adorable too."

You're just saying that..I'll just do what i can to cover it up, maybe if i dont sit too close to the camera no one will notice. Jimin finishes up his face just as Hoseok gets the noodles into the living room. "Foods done?"

"Yeah, but it's still super hot. I burnt my mouth trying it.." Hoseok warns, sipping some water to try to soothe his tongue.

"I'll be sure to..to..hyh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, sighing irritably. "That one hurt..:

"Bless you.. Are you okay?" Hoseok asks, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah.. I'm okay.. are you ready for the live?" Jimin checks the angle once more before sitting down next to Hoseok.

"Ready when you are." Hoseok confirms, blowing on his noodles to try to get a not so painful bite.

Jimin hits play, picking up his noodles, surprised that within seconds there were already people in the chat. "Hello army.."

"Hi Army." Hoseok greets the small handful of people who already entered, then slurps his noodles. "Aiish, I shouldn't be eating noodles before the show tomorrow, my face is going to be so puffy.."

"You look cute with chub..ch.." Jimin puts up a finger thinking he had to sneeze, but nothing comes. "Chubby looking cheeks." He finishes his sentence, taking a bite of noodles.

The two eat chatting with each each other while they wait for more army to join, watching the comment section.

LovePJM13: hi Jimin oppa, I saw the show tonight and it was amazing, but in one of the photos I took it looks like you were crying. Are you okay?

"Ah, no. No i wasn't crying at all tonight. I was really..ah..Heh'hehitchi!" Jimin sneezes before he could put the noodles down to cover his face, choking on the noodles.

"Bless you baby..Are you okay? Drink some of your tea.. " Hoseok quickly takes the bowl from him and moves the camera so Jimin is out of frame, rubbing his back to try to ease his cough.

Jimin takes a drink of the tea, trying to wash down the noodles. "Yeah,yeah, I'm okay now..but that was awful.."

"Here.. you got broth on your face." J-hope uses his sleeve to wipe Jimin's chin. "Ah, the chat is worried.."

Jimin looks over, noticing the comment section flooding with concern. "Don't worry. I'm fine. It didn't really hurt it scared me more than anything.."

Tannie13: Do you have a cold?

Jungshookie9: Are you sick? I saw you sneezing during spring day..

Hoseok readjusted the camera so they could sit on the floor, looking through the comments. "Jiminie isn't sick. It's just allergies. Him and Jungkookie are both having issues, but it's worse for Jiminie."

"We'll only be here for another two days. I'll be fine. It's more annoying than anything." Jimin tries to reassure army, but his body has other plans. "Heh'itcgih! Heh..itcvxhyu!" Jimin covers his face with his arms, sniffling miserably.

"Bless you Jiminie.. they really aren't going away.." Hoseok frowns, rubbing Jimin's back. "You poor thing.."

"I'm doing better than earlier.. my eyes were more puffy when I was in the bathroom.." Jimin looks at himself through the camera lens. I wish it was my sneezes improving though..

"Are you guys healthy army? I know a lot of people get sick when the seasons change. Jinnie-hyung was just getting over a cold when we left Korea for our tour.." Jimin asks, but when he tries to watch the comments, his eyes start to water, another round of sneezes building covering his face.

"Hey'Itfgih! Heh'hehitchi! Ah..ah..hitcxhi!" Jimin sneezes, quickly standing up. "I'm sorry.. I got to blow my nose.." his voice comes out congested and soft, leaving Hoseok in charge of the chat.

"Bless you.. take your time Jimin-ah, I'll keep army company." Hoseok tries to calm Jimin's concerns about having to get up so suddenly.

"Army if you saw the show tonight what was your favorite part and if you didn't go what did you do today?" Hoseok asks, watching Jimin leave with concern. "Jiminie Army says bless you!" He calls to Jimin when he finds that he can't catch any of the comments except for the bless yous and I love you Jimin that flooded the chat. "We love you Jiminie!"

Jimin was glad for Hoseok's shouting, helping to conceal the sound of him blowing his nose, the clear gooey liquid soaking through the toliet paper. Maybe I should ask Hobi-hyung to take over the live.. I'm such a mess..Army want to see me when I'm handsome and smiling..

Jimin takes out his phone to text Hoseok, hoping he'd check it, but after retouching up his make up and still not getting a response he returned to the livingroom, bowing to the stream. "Sorry everyone.. I know this isn't what you had in mind when I said I'd go live in the next city.."

"Jimin-ah, you don't need to apologize. No one's upset that you aren't feeling your best.. we're just worried about you." Hoseok pulls him into a hug.

"Hobi-hyung.. I'm so ugly and gross right now.. I think we should turn off the live and you can do one on your own for army in my place." Jimin whispers so only Hoseok hears, only earning him a tighter hug.

"Don't say stuff like that Jimin-ah, you're being too hard on yourself. You look fine.. it's just a little redness to your face, it's no big deal. Okay?" Hoseok whispers back to him, gently ruffling Jimin's hair and letting him go, turning to talk to the camera. "Army! Isn't Jimin so handsome today? I don't think a stuffy nose is enough to ruin it."

Jimin watches the comment section flood his jaw clenched with nerves. They're just going to say Hyung always thinks I'm cute or lie just to make me feel better..

DaddyJoon9:You have the cutest little sneezes I just wish they didn't make you miserable 😔

HEYStobit77:You think the sniffles are enough to ruin your pretty face? You're crazy oppa. You're still handsome!

Ot7borababy:You're still my beautiful angel. Sick or not. Just feel better soon.

Tannie13: we don't care about your looks. You're very handsome but I'm here for your sweetness, Mochi. Please smile.

Jimin tried to catch every comment that rushes by, his eyes filling with tears when he sees all the supportive comments flooding into his heart, sniffling once more.

"Jimin-ah are you crying?" Hoseok asks in concern when Jimin lays his head in his palms, letting out a shaky breath. Hoseok leans forward to read the comment section, relaxing when he sees nothing but positivity, a mix of compliments and concern. "Jimin-ah tell Army why you're crying.."

"I-i'm just happy.. Thank you Army.. I love you guys so m-much.." Jimin lifts his head to speak to them, smiling through his tears.

Hoseok uses his thumbs to dry Jimin's eyes. "Hey, hey Jimin-ah? Guess what?"

"Huh?" Jimin sniffles, looking at Hoseok's bright smile.

"You haven't sneezed since you sat back down. They're starting to stop." Hoseok announces relieved for his stressed out dongsaeng.

"Hyung..don't jinx it.." Jimin smiles, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Let's finish our noodles and get to bed.. I think I've had enough excitement for one day.."

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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Everyone comes back to the chateau super drunk and y/n crashes in JJs room. When he comes to bed and sees her sprawled out in her short shorts and tank top on his bed, he's conflicted. He tries to just go to sleep and resist but eventually he caves and she wakes up to him fucking her. She tries to tell him no at first because of the pogue rule but she also caves cause the pleasure is too much 😅😅😅

Sweet Relief

Summary: A drunken JJ can't resist his best friend anymore

Warnings: smut, CNC, dubcon, somnophilia, oral (fem receiving), choking, slight degrading, spanking, 18+

JJ's POV

God I shouldn't have drank so much beer after smoking those two joints. The combination always makes me extremely horny, forcing me to tuck my aching dick in the waistband of my shorts to hide it from everyone. Couldn't even get a touron to come home with me, so once again I'll be forced to take care of myself. Stumbling down the hall to my room, I kick open the door expecting to find my bed empty. Instead I find y/n, sprawled out half on her stomach with her right leg hiked up. Her tank top is hanging off, half of her boobs on display, highlighted from the moonlight filtering in the window, almost begging me to touch them. Her sleep shorts are so tiny, both cheeks of her ass visible and fuck me, I can see the outline of her pussy. My dick twitches back to life, begging me to bury him in her.

Shit, this is so bad. I just need to lay down facing away from her, maybe put an extra blanket between us so I can't feel her warm body touching me. Got to stop thinking about her body, fuck! Okay JJ focus. I kick off my shoes, shorts and shirt quickly following until just my boxers are left. I wish this boner would go away, maybe if I just jerk off real quick everything will be fine. God I'm so fucking hard, I bet y/n's wet pussy would wrap around me just right. I wonder how my name would sound coming from her lips while she's under me? How tight would she squeeze me when I make her cum? Bet that pussy tastes as sweet as it looks. Enough of this shit, I have to have her.

I softly roll her to her back, praying she doesn't wake up until I'm already making her feel too good to care. I can't resist her boobs anymore, pulling her tank top the rest of the way down, massaging each mound in my hands. Her skin smells like roses mixed with salt, probably from being on the beach at the party, but God that is the sweetest smell ever. I softly kiss down her body, stopping at the hem of her shorts before fulling giving in, pulling them down her legs and exposing her to me. As my fingers just barely touch her pussy she moans and I think I'm caught, glancing up her body to see she's still asleep. Fuck, she's soaked. Maybe she wants this too, her body definitely does.

I finally free my dick from its restraints, stroking myself a few times before lining up. When just the tip is in I freeze, biting my bottom lip hard so I don't moan and wake her. She feels like hot velvet wrapped around me, begging me to just bury myself inside over and over. Instead I push in slowly, sweating with the effort since she feels like absolute fucking heaven. Why didn't I do this sooner? Her body was made for me, I can just feel it. When I finally bottom out I can't wait any longer, pulling back and slamming in again. The way her boobs bounce from the impact makes me drool, repeating the action over and over and trying to hold in my sounds. On one particularly hard thrust she moans and I almost cum right there. When I look up from where our bodies are joined I see she's staring at me. Oh shit.

Y/N's POV

"JJ, stop. What the fuck are you doing?" He doesn't stop, only slows down and starts giving you deeper thrusts. "You don't really want me to stop, do you sweetheart? You're soaking wet and moaning for me in your sleep." "J the rule, no pogue on pogue-" "Oh fuck the rule y/n, its too late for that." He leans down to kiss you and all worries go away the moment his tongue glides into your mouth. Your hands twist into his hair, holding him close as he kisses you senseless. When you disconnect to catch your breath his mouth quickly descends your neck, sucking and biting bruises into your skin as you writhe beneath him. "Fuck J, please." Your nails dig into the naked skin of his back and he groans, pulling out and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. "I've got to taste you," he almost moans, his breath tickling your folds before his tongue teases your entrance. He licks up to your clit, hot lust swirling in your core as he starts to feast on you.

In no time your legs are trembling, struggling to hold yourself up as he fucks you with his fingers while licking your clit. "Oh shit. I'm gonna cum." He increases his speed, expertly flicking over your bundle of nerves while his fingers curl. You fall apart on his tongue with a scream, soaking his sheets beneath you as he continues to eat you out. "Such a good girl. Sweet like candy too." He lands a smack to your ass and you jolt, moaning at the mix of pleasure and pain as he lines up with your entrance again. With no warning he thrusts inside, the new angle sending him to depths you've never felt before. "J you're so deep," you whine, throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"That's it baby. I want you to feel me for days, want you to not even be able to walk right." His hand trails down to your clit again, rubbing soft circles into your skin as he pistons in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, second high building while you still feel the aftershocks from the first. Suddenly he's gone, missing heat from his body making you shiver before he presses you onto your back again, dragging you down the mattress until your legs dangle over the edge. "I want to watch your face when I make you cum. Keep your eyes on me too princess." He drives back inside, wrapping his left hand around your throat and pressing hard enough to make your eyes roll. "Oh you like that don't you? My dirty girl is squeezing me so hard."

His free hand finds your clit again, legs wrapped around his waist as you both build to a mutual release. Skin meeting skin echos around the room along with moans and groans. Every sound of pleasure from JJ is like music to your ears, desperately gripping onto his wrist for some sense of reality. "I want you to cum with me baby. Think you can do that?" You nod, not trusting your words as you fight to hold on for him. He leans down close again and you take advantage, burying your face in his neck and giving him a matching hickey. Apparently he likes it because he moans out your name, thrusting harder to push you both over the edge. As his warm release fills you up you milk him for all he's worth, laying in a pile of tangled, sweaty limbs as your breathing returns to normal. You fall asleep wrapped around each other, just how you always should have been.

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clone-lover · 3 months

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Shattered

Hunter x gn Jedi reader

Blehhhhhh sorry I've been gone so long 😅 I hit a pretty big block when tbb ended but I'm starting to come back! Anyways here's a little angst with our fav Sarge ✨❤️

Warnings: angstyyyyyyy

Masterlist

The saber you crafted before the clone wars bounced weightless in front of your scrutinizing eyes. Questions of your own identity flooded your mind as you examined the crack splitting your kaber crystal. You found yourself wondering how this could happen. You were a model student in the republic. Your mind filtered back to the moment it happened. You palmed the crystal and slowly ran your finger down the crack, almost as if you were reading the history. The past flew by in flashes.

Hunter, the man you grew to love, was choking with his feet off the ground. The memory grew more vivid as you remembered the emotions, "No!" You flashed back to the memory. You remembered the breaking in your voice as you screamed and released all you anger out on one point, your saber. In a desperate attempt to save him you threw your saber at the inquisitor who had a grasp on him.

You tore your finger away from the crystal as if it would stop the memories but they were branded into you mind all too well. You fell to you knees beside him as he gasped and coughed. The sound of the inquisitor's body thudding to the dirt. Hunter's arm tore your from you daydreaming nightmare.

"What's wrong?" He was sitting beside you on your bunk with his arm around your shoulders. You shoved your crystal towards his free hand. A couple years ago your master honored you with this stone, with the hopes you would become a great Jedi one day. Now, you are explaining to your forbidden lover that you broke the one thing a Jedi has. "I broke it. It's just one crack." You could feel the guilt and shame boiling in your stomach even as you tried to reason that one crack wasn't that bad. He examined the stone just as you had a few moments prior. "Do you think it will-" he paused, half because he didn't know the words and the other half because he could since your uneasyness. He sat and waited for you to continue when your ready.

You took the stone back, "do I think it will glow red?" You finished his questions and floated the stone towards the pulled apart saber. "I don't know. I haven't seen it since," you paused to swallow down the guilt that was threatened to explode through your eyes. "since the incident." The saber pieced itself together flawlessly and you took it into you hands nervously holding it. It was almost like you had never held one before and was unsure of it's capabilities.

You stared at it restlessly unable to proceed, not without the encouragement Hunter was about to provide. He pulled you closer, providing you with much needed security, and breathed into your hair, " what ever happens, I'm still going to be here for you." You breathed out and discharged the blade. It flashed to life and revealed a dark red.

Hunter held you closer, tighter as you stared in disbelief at the blade. You thought back to your master's training and effort. You had failed him. But you weren't a sith, right. "What do I do now?" You asked Hunter with tears welling in your eyes. He reached forward and switched off the saber to pull you closer. "I don't know but whatever happens, we will get through it together."

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outisgivingpac · 11 months

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Pick-a-Card: Focus, Release, Continue

Hello everyone, I'm back to deliver another PAC reading. This is a spread that I use a lot for myself during turbulent times to organize my headspace. So I thought, it would be nice to share it with the community ☺️☀️✨

This spread consists of three cards, aligning with three questions:

1. Focus - what are you invited to pay more attention to at the moment?

2. Release - what is something you should let go of/release from your mind?

3. Continue - what is something you have been doing well?

I'm not exactly satisfied with how the PAC turned out in the end but, I decided to kick the perfectionist side in the butt and post it anyways 😅 If you enjoyed my PAC in anyways, please support me by likes/reblog this post and feel free to let me know your thoughts 💖 I also offer paid reading, so do check out my pinned post.

My PAC masterlist

✨Choose the pile/pic you are most drawn to ✨

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1: 8oW, 6oS Rx, 3oS Rx

For those who picked pile 1, it's time to focus on your aspiration and make your wants and needs into your reality. You might find yourself in a transitional period at the moment. For example, you're moving to a new place for your study or work, or this shift could be internally when you're about to enter a new phase in your life. So do invest your energy on yourself, for my pile 1 seems to have the people-pleaser tendency. Meaning, you might feel the need to make sure everyone around you are well taken care of and content, before you even begin to allow yourself to be happy and successful. It could stem from guilt or a past wound where others deem you self-fish and greedy for wanting more for yourself in life, for having boundaries like a normal person. Anyways, it's time for you to stop looking around for other's opinion, validation and need, and start giving it to yourself. After all, you cannot give to people you genuinely care for in life when your own basket is empty. Lastly, it seemw you have been doing well healing your old wounds. Hurtful words that you used to replay hundreds of time in your head slowly become the background noise before disappearing into oblivion. So keep up the good spirits. In no time, you will be able to look back the hill or depth you climbed out of and say proudly, "I have made it through".

Pile 2: The Hierophant, KnoC, Justice

For those who picked pile 2, there seem to be some big decisions to be made. During this time, you're encouraged to discern your personal belief: what is your personal truth, and what are values you inherited from your family, your teachers and your peers. You are well aware of the ideals and standards that are considered the norm in the society, but you could have internalized them so deeply that your own desire and your voice have become blurry in comparison. If I have to give an example, a student picked IT as their major in college, based on the fact that it's a rapidly developing field and has a high job security after graduation. So they got in, but the longer they stay, the more obvious it becomes to them that they hate the subject for dear life, which is their personal truth. That being said, it's not a black and white matter. One just need to put themselves in consideration, to *know thyself*, in order to make practical and well-informed steps. Don't give the power to make decisions to others by indulging in escapism/dissociation. Others can present you options filtered through tinted-glasses that is their bias. Continue to investigate for yourself to see your situation as it is, not the idealized nor the denigrated version of it.

Pile 3: Judgment, 5oP Rx, AoW

For those who picked this pile, I sense that you have just stepped out of a big cycle, a difficult time or a commitment that has kept you busy for a long while. You might find yourself feeling a bit lost amid the "newfound freedom" or the luxury of having normal days in which nothing much happens comparing to when you were in survival mode. During this time, you're invited to take time and have some self-reflection. Look back on your journey and see how far you have come, celebrate your achievements and counts the little blessings and wisdom you have accumulated along the way. After all, only you know your struggle the best, and only you can give yourself the validation that leads to your true satisfaction and happiness. On the other hands, some of you needs to stop being so harsh on yourself and forgive your past mistake. It's nothing like blaming bad things that happened on the surrounding or other people, but to forvige yourself for not knowing better. For reacting and making mistakes like all human could. Everyone shall strive to make the best out of what they have at a time, so don't let the ghost of the past haunt your present and dictate your choices in life. On a brighter note, many sparks of ideas have been popping in your mind during this peaceful period. You're much encouraged to explore and brainstorm them. Don't feel the pressure to make something polished and prompt out of it, you can try out things just for fun too.

Source for the paintings I use:

1. Digital 6 by Judith Bergerson

2. Strict Composition by Berit Mogensen Lopez

3. Yellow Flower by Catherine Jeltes

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novelconcepts · 2 years

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you may have already answered something like this but, as a fan of the comics from before the show, I’m curious what your thoughts on the changes were. personally i really enjoyed it as an adaptation and my only real issues were aesthetic (it needed more bright color)

idk if I mentioned I was talking about paper girls in the previous ask or not whoops 😅

I really don't mind most of the changes! Paper Girls is such an expansive, explosive story on paper; the comic versions of these children are ping-pong balls firing off from one insane, splashy situation to the next in a heartbeat. A world made of ink and paper can afford to have crazy dinosaurs and hockey sticks sticking out of thin air and bombastic scene-scapes in past, super-past, super-future, etc. The show...in order to be feasible, kind of can't? If they'd done a one-to-one execution, 1) it would have cost a truly insane amount (or looked absolutely awful with VFX teams being run ragged lately) and 2) I don't think it would be accessible for non-comic readers. I think they did an excellent job of toning the whole thing down without losing the heart of what's happening, grounding the world so the viewer doesn't feel as though their face is being blown off with every shot.

I also think this really benefits the girls in terms of character building. KJ in the comics figures out she's gay because she gets some flash-bang images dumped into her head, and one of them is kissing Mac. That's great for that medium--but you get SO much more out of that journey onscreen by actively seeing her adult self be relaxed and happy with a girlfriend. Getting to watch KJ have that quiet mental breakdown (which, in 1988, she absolutely would do; finding out at 12 that you're destined to be queer, especially coming from a family that "cares what everyone else thinks" like hers does, would be incredibly jarring) and then slowly come to terms with what it all means is much more effective on a grounded level. Same with Mac finding out she dies, not from some random lady telling her the family moved afterward, but from the older brother she's revered her whole life--and then building on that relationship to help her on this journey of understanding she's always had value. Erin getting time to discover her adult self is way cooler than she gave her credit for gives adult!Erin's final scene so much more punch than if it they'd gone the clone!Erin route, and gives her room to learn that maybe there's more to life than just being the caretaker.

None of these story beats are better or worse, per se; they just exist more cleanly in the tone of this world. The comic beats are perfect for a comic world, and the television ones are easier to digest as viewers who watch these actors make choices to flesh out the characters scene-to-scene.

Even the colors, I understand. Like. The comics have some of my favorite art, hands down. Paper Girls and Wicked and the Divine are probably my top-tier comics for just how gorgeous they are--but, as with the languages of the future teens and the Old Timers, I wonder if having the palette that extreme would have been alienating to the eyeballs. The whole final episode is kind of rough to watch simply because they've cast that magenta filter over it all; imagine a whole show with such vibrancy. It's possible to do, but I don't think it would have fit the tone as well. I think they found a middle ground that works really well for a first season, and if they get a second, I would think that is where they might start to play with expanding the imagery.

#ask #paper girls #paper girls spoilers #honestly the only two things i wasn't nuts about them changing was tiff not knowing she was adopted #and having that really influence her whole adult life #although i DO like her instantly idolizing adult!her and then finding bit by bit that she's not everything she dreamed #as a foil of sorts to erin that works really well #and then the whole larry thing was a bit much. like he's fine. they needed an adult character with knowledge of traveling to help them #since they haven't done the clone thing #but i very much do skip his whole intro sequence because outside of him interacting with the kids i really don't care #though again i do know why he's there. he fits the bill of teaching the kids not to trust blindly. so like. it's fine?#but yeah. overall the changes can be chalked up to the medium and i think they're doing fine #it's just a matter of keeping consistent. the comics are consistently Wild and the show is consistently Grounded #while both telling the same story #i love both quite a lot

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zeldaelmo · 1 year

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I'm very happy with this one! Losely inspired by Pokemon Go, obviously.😅

A Rare Find

Frowning, Link raised his gaze skywards and held his palm out. Thousands of tiny ice particles hit him. Was it snow? Or hail? He could hardly see it, but the humming resonating from the surfaces of the street he walked down was telling enough.

He stepped into the shelter of a front door bordering at the pavement, shaking his beanie hat out. Hm. Snow? Frozen rain? In any case, it was precipitation and that meant…

He pulled his phone out, tapped his Korok-Go app, and opened the map. Tingle-Alley. Was it here… yes! There, a rattling leaf on his screen! Oh, he was a lucky bastard tonight! He had tried to find this Korok for ages! The little diva was one of those who only appeared in rainy weather and as luck would have it, Link hadn't been around then. But today was the day! Haha!

Determined, Link pulled his beanie onto his head and marched off. Two blocks? That was nothing for a rain-Korok. He had climbed cliffs and crossed rivers on fallen tree trunks for less rare finds.

At the parking lot in question, he shielded his screen from the still-pouring hail and adjusted his headphones. Slowly, he walked around, eyes hefted on the screen and ears attentive to the typical rattle the app made when he was close to a Korok. How was he supposed to hear anything when someone blasted music through the whole block that even his headphones wouldn’t filter out? Wait, there, a distant wooden chime. It must be over there… maybe behind the — ouch!

What the…? Link rubbed his calf, cursing quietly. He needed to be more careful, he was already like one of those phone-addicted teenagers and stumbled over— yeah, what exactly?

Oh, good Goddess, a girl. And a pretty one on top of that.

She looked at him with wide eyes, clearly expecting nobody with her on this empty backside of a… what was it? Uh, some kind of party location? He took his headphones off. Colorful light flashed through the open door behind her and loud music shook the windows. No wonder he had hardly heard the wooden rattle.

"Hey," he started. "Um, sorry for stumbling into you. I didn't pay attention because I… well." He lifted his phone, the heat of his cheeks mingling with the cold of the evening. "I've been looking for a Korok. It's a game, Korok-go—"

"Me too."

What? She sat on the steps of the emergency exit, no phone in sight.

"Yeah? You don't look like, I mean, it's nothing of my concern, of course." He patted snow out of his beanie and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Sorry again."

She still stared. "What did you say?"

"That I'm sorry?" Link frowned. She didn't even have a winter jacket, just boots, a dress, and a cardigan. "Are you okay? I don't want to pry, but I couldn't help but notice that you are hardly dressed for Korok hunting."

She sighed deeply, her breath forming a white cloud in front of her face. "Mostly okay. And no, I haven't been Korok hunting. Not now, at least." She stood up, brushing her glittering dress. "I should go back in. Go find your Korok. Which one was it, anyway?"

"A rainy one. I've been trying for one forever, but… if you need company for a moment, that's fine. I don't mind. I'm Link, by the way."

She hummed. "The rainy ones are hard to catch. Zelda, nice to meet you." She waved in the direction of the music. "I'm here for the party, but my ex just arrived, and—"

"Ah, a classic. Let me guess, he also brought his new girlfriend."

Zelda narrowed her eyes at him, shivering. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No, not at all. I've been there, believe me."

She shifted her weight, leaning against the handrail. "You don't look like someone who gets ditched."

Link shrugged. "You don’t either."

Zelda sighed again, pulling her thin cardigan closer. "I know I shouldn't care and I don't. Well, I try not to, but you should see the woman he brought, she's tall and sexy and everything I'm not. She's— she's the most beautiful woman at the whole party and he knows that and—"

"Shh." Link put his finger on his lips and arranged his scarf around her shoulders. It looked skimpy there and did nothing to warm her, but it was about the vibe. "He's wrong. The most beautiful woman of the party is standing right here next to me, clattering her perfect rows of teeth."

Surprised, she glanced at him, playing with the ends of the scarf meeting at her chest.

"Do you want him back?" It was a bold question, but she'd been so open so far that Link needed to know.

She shook her head, kicking a pattern into the thin layer of snow with the tip of her boot. "He's an asshole and I should be happy to be rid of him. Still sucks to be replaced like it's nothing, though."

"Understandable." The next words were out before he had thought a single one of them through. "Need a fake boyfriend? I was just going for a walk and hunting Kor— ok, forget what I said, that was really stupid."

"No!" She jumped from the last step of the stairs down to him. "That's an excellent idea, actually! I mean, if you don't mind?"

His mouth fell open. Did this super cute girl just agree to be his girlfriend for an evening? Okay, okay, be cool, don't mess this up.

"Um, I'm fine with it if you are. More than fine, actually. But… can you just sneak me in?"

She laughed nervously, tugging the scarf. "I might have written +1 on the answer because I hoped…"

"Oh, I've done that, too once, don't worry. And now you have a +1!" He patted his winter jacket. "Is there some kind of dress code?"

"No, no. It's the annual winter party of our sports club, but it's very casual."

"Okay? Well then! Let's get you out of the cold!"

She hesitated one last moment, swaying back and forth, but then she laughed and pulled his sleeve.

He still held onto her freezing hand when they threaded through the people inside and left his jacket at the checkroom. It was casual, to his relief, most men wearing a polo shirt like him. The women were more colorful and diverse, but he had only eyes for the one tugging him toward the bar.

Link carefully scanned the people, once they had their lemonade, trying to find out who exactly made her so twitchy. Was it the bulky one with the skinny girl glued to his hips? They both didn't give him the impression of having anything worthy of being envious of, but Zelda's view was more clouded. Or maybe the short, uh, vibrant one? But he seemed to be with friends, not with a specific girl.

The silence between them bordered on awkwardness, so Link turned his attention back to Zelda. "Um, maybe tell me a bit about your sports? If they come over I should at least know why we're here." She nodded, her lips wrapped around the straw of her lemonade. He took another sip, too, then he added, "That's not the only reason I'm asking, of course."

Her smile shone upon him, bright and sunny, and all the thoughts in his head ended with the conclusion that her ex must be the biggest idiot on earth.

"I'm in the archery club. Have been since I was a teen. It's been a bit difficult to juggle it with college, but I try to go as often as possible." She scrunched her nose adorably. "Helps me to find my balance. Do you do any sports?"

"Apart from hunting Koroks?" Link grinned and she matched him. "I used to do fencing, actually. I was in the school club and all, but yeah, college is hard. Maybe I should try again, now that I'm nearing the end."

She leaned forward, the tips of her hair brushing his arm, and wiggled her eyebrows. "We do have a fencing department."

"Well, I guess then I have to." They both chuckled and he admired how her eyes crinkled when she smiled. After that, their conversation flowed more naturally. They exchanged views of college life and sports, and Zelda gave him a quick overview about what she achieved in the club. Her two friends with whom she'd planned on going with tonight had both called out sick, but she didn't want to miss out for the first time in years just because of that. Link nearly forgot his assigned role for the evening, but then…

"Urgh." She bit her straw and turned to the bar. "Now they are dancing. It's the guy with the leather trousers."

Link slipped from his stool and stood beside her, leaning his elbow casually onto the bar. He whispered so that only she could hear it, "The one with the cleavage dropping to his navel so that we all have the pleasure of getting a glimpse of his tiddies?"

She laughed so hard that he feared the barkeeper would kick them out. "Yeah, that one."

Link hummed. "And his new girlfriend is the one who bought the shoes two sizes too small and three inches too high so that she can hardly walk, yes?"

"What? I didn't notice." She shifted, but Link put a hand on her arm. "Don't. He keeps looking over at you. Just pretend that you’re having the evening of your life."

"Oh?" She still giggled, a sound Link hadn't known to miss in his life until now. "I am having a very good evening, you're pleasant company, Link."

"Likewise. Oh, now they are starting with some fancy moves. Wait, he isn't a natural blond, right? I can see his dark hairline." He leaned closer to her where she already chuckled. "Oops. Guess someone didn't have time for the hairdresser before the party and thought no one would notice because he's tall like a horse."

"Goddess, Link, you're hilarious! Do you, uh, mind if I stand closer to you? Just in case he looks over again."

"Not at all." He made room for her between the barstools that were quickly taken over by other guests. "Do you want me to… put my arm around you?"

She nodded, wide-eyed, slowly pressing closer to him.

"Are you comfortable with my hand on your waist? I promise I won't—"

"Yes," she quickly said. "I trust you. It's fine."

He couldn't help the smile that widened on his lips when they arranged themselves in a hugging position until they were both comfortable.

"He's looking."

"And?" She put a hand on his shoulder, stroking small motions with her thumb. Link's stomach fluttered — this was escalating quickly and he didn't mind that one bit.

"He's not amused. Should I wave to him? I kind of wanna see his dumb face."

She squeezed his shoulder calmingly. "Don't. All you'll get is a black eye."

Link grinned and leaned even closer. "Oh, I'm better at fistfights than you'd think."

"Really now?" She breathed into his ear, followed by another chuckle.

"Yeah. You'd be surprised how fast I can run."

The loud music from the dance floor was the only thing to be heard for a moment, but then they both burst out laughing. Zelda curled against his chest, gasping for air between her fits of laughter and he held her tight, unable to resist pressing a feather-light kiss to her hair. She didn't seem to mind.

"Oh, boy," she said, wiping her eyes. "I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Do you want to dance, too? I keep getting elbow hits in my back, I wouldn't mind changing places."

"Sure. I won't do anything stupid."

She turned, taking his hand. Her eyes positively flashed.

Being closer to them brought back Zelda's tight shoulders, but Link didn't want to trash talk again. They might overhear him and he didn't want to give Zelda the impression that was all he could do.

He had his hands on safe spots like her shoulders or her waist, twisting her this way and that, but she kept sneaking glances in the direction of the other couple.

"Um, do you really go hunting Koroks sometimes?" Not his best pickup line, but dancing, keeping an eye on her ex, and reading Zelda's body language was a bit too much for his brain to handle.

The question pulled her out of her thoughts. "Uh, yes? I don't have enough time to make trips but I always look for them on campus or when I'm in a new area."

She was looking at him, good, the distraction was working.

"That's cool. I only made a few trips during summer break. And I found some when I was in Kakariko for a few days for a project."

"Oh?" She twirled into his arms, smiling broadly at him. Yes, definitely working. "Did you find the one that looks like a broccoli? The big one? He's said to be outside of Kakariko."

"Yup." He grinned, matching his movement with hers.

"Wow! That's a super rare one!"

"We can… go looking together? Sometimes, if you have a free spot in your schedule? It's okay if you don't want to, I just thought since we both…"

"Sure," was all she said, accompanied by a wink and a squeeze of his hands. Oh. Okay, then they had a date. That was easy.

"He's coming over." Her hands grew twitchy in his. "Could you maybe, if you don't mind, um, I mean, nothing fancy just a quick— ah, kiss?" She squeezed one eye shut.

"Sure," he imitated her answer from earlier, grinning like an idiot. She relaxed into his grip, exhaling nearly audible.

Link lifted her arms and twirled her so that she was with her back against his chest, their arms folded on her stomach like a pretzel. She rested her head against his neck and his belly tingled in the best way. Not to mention the sweet lemonade on her breath tempted him to lean in… Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, her lips parted, and that was all permission he needed. He kissed her, chaste but not shy, sweet but not without courage.

The deep blushes they had painted on their faces when they parted nearly gave them away, but Link was too deeply lost in her gaze to care.

She laughed, eyes twinkling, and Goddess, was he drunk from her smile. And a little bit from the kiss, too.

"Zelda." Oh, right. They'd kissed to impress her ex. With a weary sigh, Zelda loosened their embrace. "Mido. Nice to see you."

Haha. Not even the idiot bought her lie. He leaned closer, punching Link's arm. "Who's that? I haven't seen him around."

"I'm Link, Zelda's boyfriend. And you are?" Link pulled Zelda closer again with the arm that was still wrapped around her waist, whispering, "Remember my fistfight strategy?" She nodded hardly remarkably.

"What did you say? I don't like people whispering." Mido scrutinized him. "You know what? I don't like you."

"Ok, Zelda, now!" Link hissed and tugged her hand. Already turning backward, he shouted over the loud music, "I don't like you either!"

The moment in which Mido stood there, baffled, was enough for them to be swallowed by the rest of the people on the dancefloor. With haste, they threaded through the mass, holding hands so that they didn't get separated, forward, forward, until they left the bar behind. Only when they had made it successfully to the check room, they started laughing.

"Oh, wow, that was crazy!" Zelda could hardly take her offered coat from the staff, so strongly did she shake with giggles.

Link laughed, too, and shrugged into his jacket, but then he rubbed his nape. "Yeah, I hope he doesn't give you trouble. Maybe not my smartest move tonight."

"Don't worry about that. He often acts on impulse but he isn't seriously problematic. Just someone to leave behind."

She smiled at him, offering her hand on the way out. Link's heart drummed a funny rhythm against his ribcage that even the cold winter air couldn't cool down.

A thin layer of snow dusted the pavement and she stopped abruptly, turning toward the parking lot. "It stopped snowing. Now you missed your chance to find your Korok."

"Don't worry about that. I found something much better." Link smiled and stroked his thumb over their interlaced hands. "Uh, odd question maybe, but are we still faking?"

Zelda laughed, her hand coming up to his face. "I never was, you?"

"No." He grinned and kissed her.

#zelink #legend of zelda #advent calendar #Day 11 #zeldaelmo writes #A rare find

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inquisimer · 2 years

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Stories of Thedas - Day 20: Late

This one is, appropriately, a day late😅 just some soft morning fluff for my much-neglected Lavellan and Cullen

word count: 631

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Neria came to consciousness slowly, like a spoon through honey. The late morning sun filtered through her windows, casting odd shadows where the patterned Dalish glass blocked its path. She could feel the last dredges of Skyhold’s morning chill on her nose but cocooned as she was in every single one of her blankets, the rest of her was toasty warm. Ugh, she was not looking forward to standing in the drafty war room pretending to be interested in—

She bolted upright

She wasn’t looking forward to standing in the drafty war room during their meeting that started at dawn.

“Good morning,” came Cullen’s amused chuckle. She glanced over her shoulder to find him lounging alongside her, the only fur she hadn’t stolen spread across his legs. His hair was sleep-tousled, but his eyes were far too clear to have just awoken. She rubbed some of the sleep from hers and scrutinized him: dark circles still lingered under his eyes, but they were lighter than they’d been in weeks and some of the color had returned to his cheeks. The blankets had fallen around her waist and now they formed an awkward lump as she groaned and slumped back against her pillow.

“Josie is going to kill me,” she mumbled into the fabric. “How late are we?”

“Late enough that they came looking for us.”

“And they just let me sleep? That never happens.”

“I said they came looking, not that they came in.” Cullen smiled fondly and brushed some loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I believe you warded–”

“I warded the door,” Neria groaned. “Oh, they’re both going to kill me.”

Her heartbeat slowed as the sinking realization settled in and she burrowed herself against Cullen’s chest. If she was already in trouble, she might as well get the most out of it. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked along her shoulder blades, drawing out a pleased hum.

A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she squinted up at him suspiciously. “Any of the mages we have here could dispel that barrier. You could dispel that barrier.”

“I imagine that, other than Dorian, most mages here would object to forcing their way into the Inquisitor’s personal quarters,” he said wryly. “And the ambassador is far too tactful to even consider asking them. As for me” –he smirked– “you must be mistaken. I’ve been off lyrium far too long to dispel such a powerful barrier.”

“They did not buy that. Leliana knows you don’t need lyrium constantly to maintain Templar abilities.”

“How fortunate she was on the other side of the door, then.” He cupped the back of her head and drew her back in so he could bury his face in her hair.

“I’m not the only one who works too hard,” he murmured. “You deserved some rest.”

“Not sure if Lels and Josie will accept that without some choice words, but I appreciate it.” She pressed a soft kiss against the stubble collected on his jaw. With the fog of sleep fully faded, her mind was spinning with the to-do list that would probably take her well into the night to finish now. As if he could sense the gears turning, Cullen brushed his lips across her forehead and released her from his embrace.

“Go on, get ready for the day,” he said with some reluctance. “I should as well, before they come back.”

Right on cue, a muffled thumping echoed up the stairway. Neria groaned again and stood, wincing when her feet touched the sliver of cold stone floor between her bed and the rug. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and leaned over to give Cullen a proper kiss before they faced Josephine’s tongue-lashing.

“Ar lath ma,” she whispered against his lips.

#oc: neria surana lavellan #my writing #stories of thedas #cullen x lavellan #cullen x inquisitor #dragon age #dai

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ghostlyaquatics · 2 years

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Weekly updates:

I removed (1) and added (3) plants to the 20gal. I also introduced 2 more nerites snails.

My stocking (running an air pump made for a 60gal with two sponge filters):

I test the water about once a week, everything is stable (nitrates/etc 0). The water is clear so long as I keep the gunk off the bottom of the filter (so it can keep sucking up particulates). I don't change the water cus the system takes care of itself. I need to feed my fish less cus they need to clear up some hair algae and diatoms, but otherwise it's going pretty smoothly at this stage.

I may eventually have to take out some Guppies (surprisingly it looks like all the babies are female), but luckily the pond snail population seems pretty stable for right now. I might eventually take out a Nerite, but we'll see if the Assassin eventually gets to one (as if I'd know cus I haven't seen the Assassin snail in weeks).

Other than that spontaneous meddling, it's back to feeling complete.

The 55gal is starting to feel more lively. Since the nitrates dropped to zero, I added a few more Neons and Danios, as well as 2 blue Mystery Snails. It still feels under-planted but there's four bulbs sprouting that will no-doubt add a lot of foliage.

This tank and the 10gal will eventually have one of their sponge filters traded out for the fluidized beds (technically I'm going to give the one from the 20gal to the 55gal and put smaller ones in the 20 & 10gal) since I find that cleans the water column pretty well.

And in the swampy abyss that is the 10gal Puffer tank (sorry guys you did it to yourselves), I have added 6 Mylasian Trumpet Snails to help out with the cleaning. They hide all day and then come out at night while the Puffers are sleeping and they're now the linchpin of my cleaning strategy. I did get in there and clean the diatoms off the Amazon Sword and it seems much, much happier now... but the glass still needs a lot of cleaning (believe it or not, I'm leaving it because they're slowly getting to it).

The darkest trapdoor snail continues to do quite well and is even getting to work during the day - maybe it's the dark shell or maybe it's that the shell is covered in algae (I'm not joking)... but they seem to leave that one totally alone. The teal trapdoor snail is starting to get brave and poke his foot out and the remaining Puffers are seeming to get bored of pestering them when they're otherwise well-fed.

I did take one Puffer back to the store since I got 2 males (and he was extremely aggressive). I'm tempted to stick with the two Puffers I have, but when it comes to breeding the lonely female is going to get pestered to heck. I also added a few more plants, and it seems to have cleared up the nitrate levels totally, so this tank is finally stable. I'm trying to do more of rough kinda looking plants to go with the fact that the Puffers are tiny fish with murder in their hearts. I need to take out the pennywort and transfer it into the 55gal cus it's a touch too whimsical for the look I'm going for. 😅

#aquarium #aquatic #aquariums #fish #aquascaping #aquascape

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hueningkoi · 2 years

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*just trying to go through the tag of my fav character and seeing the most nsfw as fuck posts about reader having sex with said character*

looks like i really do need to filter out the tags for reader inserts and self shipping for every single thing I care about and enjoy on this site don't I 😅😅

#i dont wanna see it so i guess its up to me but its just... theres so many tags.... it seems insurmountable...#reader insert fics are NOT FOR ME at all in the slightest #but hey to each their own i aint tellin people to stop #i just wish it hadnt become so so so... whats the word.... overwhelmingly present in every tag #i scroll past like 10 in a row and finally see a post of nice art and then scroll past 10 more like ya #i need to start slowly filtering 😅#itsa me a mars io?

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notsodailycake · 9 months

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Save the Princess

Now here's to a piece i thought i wasn't gonna finish but did so last night at 2am 😅

I started this like, a few weeks ago while needing to let out some steam with doodling, and slowly it turned into Vanessa as the Princess from the Princess Quest. I'm actually really proud of this one

Also a version of the drawing with Vanessa without all the filters will be under the cut, because i worked really hard on the shading and was too dang proud to not show it off at least a little!! All in all I'm really proud of this piece so far >w<

Now if only i had the same motivation to finish that one drawing i started back in june for the zelda splatfest >_>

Sad sad Princess, poor thing :(

#cakes art #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf vanessa #princess quest #also like filster can do wonders bc it somehow made the shading on her face looks red as if she was really crying #and like it's a really small detail that i dont think anyone but me will notice but i love it

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kylo-ren-writes · 6 years

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“I’m Okay”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: anon requested:

“I’ll send this in again, sorry about last time! 😅 Could you pretty please do a piece where the reader suffers from an almost fatal blaster shot in their side and gets taken by a a bounty hunter that’s after them and Kylo? Perhaps they’re on a mission and went separate ways?”

Warnings: kind of angsty?, a little fluff.

A/N: I feel like I wrote this kind of boring but I hope it turned out alright for you anon! Thank you for the request!

A dull ache, just under your ribs, or even slightly above them was the first thing you could feel. An ache that starts small then builds and builds as you focus and focus on it, growing into a searing pain that makes you inadvertently groan in the darkness.

Darkness. That’s what you can see as you can feel all of your senses returning to you, although that ache is the strongest sensation. The next is the sensation of something moving against your back and the backs of your legs, bumpy and uneven, although almost dull, separated by the fabric of your clothing.

You’ve acquired the sense of feeling, you can feel that ache in your side that feels like someone stabbed you or… or shot you with a blaster. But you haven’t yet gotten back your hearing, or not that you can register.

But that’s fine, you want to open your eyes. You’re willing yourself to open your eyes and it’s almost as if there are bricks weighing your eyelids shut, because it takes all the concentration and brain power that you can muster. And when you finally open your eyes, your met with a blurry, bright image of light mixing with… green?

Where are you?

But there’s no time to ponder that because now you want your hearing back. It didn’t quite bother you before, but now that you can feel and somewhat see— your vision slowly returning back to you, oh look! Foliage!— you want to hear again.

So, you will yourself to do that too, and of course just like your eyes it’s hard at first. Apparently it’s actually relatively quiet and there isn’t anything particularly loud to focus on, although perhaps your thankful for that because you suddenly have a headache.

Where are you?

‘Where are you?’, the question you ask yourself finally, maybe the first thing you should have focused on as your brain began to wake itself back up. But then, as if your senses are all aligned as one, everything comes back at once.

Suddenly you can see perfectly fine, in fact the light filtering in through the trees hurts your eyes, and you’re able to register the green foliage of a forest moving around you, above you, and underneath you.

Underneath you? You crane your head back, not even realizing you can do that, and the large silhouette of a dirty looking humanoid completely filling your line of sight. And that’s when you become aware of another ache.

The sockets that connect your arms to your shoulders ache, boy do they ache, and for the first time you notice them pulled up behind you with a rope binding your wrists together, connected to the mystery behind you. And that ache is how you remember the ache that lies in your side and the combination of the two makes you cringe and mixes with your headache.

With your senses fully awake now you groan and scrunch your face up in displeasure of what and how you feel. But that seems to be a mistake, because suddenly the rope around your wrists is given a harsh tug and the jolt causes all the pain that you feel to intensify and you have to stifle another groan.

“Quiet!” Calls the humanoid from behind you and even through the pain and the slight disorientation you can hear the warning in its gravelly voice. But you don’t quite pay attention to that, because that tug seemed to be all you needed to remember where you were.

Your eyes shot open and you frantically looked around and at yourself, trying not to make noise or cause extra movement as you were pulled over the floor of the forest.

It turns out the pain in your side was in fact a blaster shot after you lifted your head to examine it. You could remember being shot, although only the feel of it, you hadn’t seen it.

You had been leading a squadron of stormtroopers through the forest, but not by yourself, with Kylo… you had been separated from Kylo though. Your memory was a little foggy but you remembered being with Kylo… and then you weren’t. And you can’t remember the details in between, but then you had been shot and that was it. Or what you could recall anyway.

Had someone been tailing you and Kylo? Was it this thing behind you, dragging you away-

Away!?

No, no, no, no, you needed to get away, why had it take you so long to come to that idea. For Makers sake, you were literally being kidnapped and only now realized it.

You pulled on your restraints, first trying to wiggle your wrists loose or apart, anything to try and free yourself. But it was no use, the ropes were tied tightly and expertly. So instead you bent your head back to look at the humanoid dragging you along and observed them.

“Who are you?” You wondered out loud and the humanoid turned its head around to look down at you. But the humanoid was in fact just a human, or rather a very large man.

The man quirked a brow a tugged on the ropes again, eliciting a yelp from you, then turned back around.

“Ow! You didn’t have to do that!” You hissed, wishing you could rub your aching joints.

You clenched your teeth and tried again after the man offered you nothing but his silence. “Who are you?” This time your voice sounded frustrated and you didn’t bother to hide it.

“It doesn’t concern you,” he replied almost instantly. His voice was accented, although you didn’t recognize it.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Perhaps it does,” you quipped. Of course it concerned you, he’d taken you. “Were you the one that shot me?” You questioned.

The man chuckled, although you weren’t sure why, there was nothing particularly funny about anything you had said and asked.

“No, that was one of your… what do you call them? The fools in white…”

“Stormtroopers?” You supplied as you glanced around at the trees, trying to find something possibly familiar.

“Ah, yes, those. Ha! They wouldn’t be able to aim right if the target was two feet in front of them.” He mocked and you glared at his back.

“Hey! They’re very well trained men and women actually-“

“Really?” He turned around to look at you and you bent your neck to meet his stare. He glanced at the injury in your side and smirked. “And yet here you are.”

You deepened your glare and looked away, feeling your face heat up. “Yeah well something tells me it was a fortunate accident for your sake.” You spat.

He chuckled, already turned back around.

“So, what? You’re just taking me? The First Order will be searching for me.”

The man chuckled again as if he very highly doubted that. “I don’t think so.” He replied, amused.

“I think so!” You retorted. And you did. You didn’t even have to think it, you were sure of it.

“I don’t think your Supreme Leader cares about the life of an officer that he can replace.” He said coldly, but you only glared at his back.

This was your upper hand. You smiled. This… bounty hunter? Didn’t know of your relationship with the ‘Supreme Leader.’ But you didn’t utter anything hinting towards it, just a vague, “You’ll be surprised.”

“No, darling, I think you’ll be surprised.”

You frowned at what he called you but kept quiet after that, pressing your lips into a thin line. You felt like you were waiting for something, and perhaps you were. You didn’t know how long he had been dragging you after that point, but you could begin to feel yourself become lightheaded. Must be from the blood loss.

“He-Hey, I think-“

But you didn’t get to finish what you had wanted to say, when all of a sudden blaster fire erupted from the trees followed by the familiar sound of a lightsaber igniting nearby.

You smiled to yourself knowingly, even though you were woozy, and stifled a groan as your arms harshly fell down to the hard ground.

Kylo was by your side in a matter of seconds with a face full of concern and anger, and you looked up at him and smiled.

“Hi,” you groaned out and Kylo kneeled down beside you, checking your body over for injuries. He immediately focused onto the blaster shot in your side and you hissed when he touched it. Kylo pulled his hand away at your reaction and you brought your arms back over your head, and gritted your teeth. Your arms must have been held there for hours.

Kylo moved towards your face and ran his fingers all over it and you could see the fear in his eyes.

“I-I’m okay,” You croaked out and tried to sit up only to forget that your wrists were still bound. You fell back down harshly and whimpered at the pain it caused in your side.

Kylo finally spoke. “Don’t move!”

You weren’t objecting but you didn’t particularly want to stay where you were either.

Kylo untied the complicated knots of the ropes, a skill you didn’t even know he had, and pulled the ropes off and threw them away.

You sighed in relief and rubbed at them then tried to sit up again. Pain rippled through you but you needed to get up.

“Wait!” Kylo stuck out a gloved hand to stop you and you whined.

“Kylo, I really want to get up and leave this place,” you complained.

Kylo only nodded and pushed you back down gently, much to your dismay. He signaled to two stormtroopers to come over and they appeared to be carrying a stretcher.

Seeing it you began to object. “Wait, no, I can walk.”

“No,” Kylo dismissed, final.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, and the stormtroopers laid the stretcher down right beside you, and Kylo helped you onto it. It was painful, but you were suddenly relieved that you didn’t have to walk, although you weren’t going to admit that to Kylo.

Kylo stood up right as the stormtroopers lifted the stretcher carefully, and glared at them, growling at them to be careful with you. As they left to leave, carrying you, you rolled your head to the side and looked down to see the dead body of the man.

“Hmph, good riddance,” you muttered to yourself and focused your gaze back up to the foliage above you.

Later, after you had been safely returned to the ship, you had been left alone on a table as Kylo disappeared, probably to give orders to return back to the finalizer.

There wasn’t much medical care that could be given to you at the moment, but someone had placed a bacta patch over your wound and it was almost soothing. You lied back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling very tired. That must be another side effect from the blood loss.

Kylo came into the room not even 20 seconds later and walked up to you. He leaned over you and you smiled at him, pretending that you were okay so he wouldn’t worry. He placed a gloved hand on the side of your face and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling your face with his nose. This was the first time he had been sweet to you after rescuing you, and you imagined it was because he had been fearful.

“Yes.” He muttered as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling the smell of the dirt that had intertwined itself into your locks from being dragged around.

“I’m okay,” you assured him but he didn’t seem to believe you.

Kylo shook his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He tried not to jostle you around because of your injury. “It’s my fault.”

“No-“

“Yes.” He cut you off and pulled back slightly so he could look at you. “I allowed you to get separated from me.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you reasoned and you knew it.

“Yes but-“

“Kylo.” You hushed him this time and brought a hand up to his face. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay-“

“I’m okay now.” You interjected. And truly you were. If Kylo hadn’t rescued you when he did, you probably would have been dead from the blood loss or sold off— if you wouldn’t have died first.

Kylo read your thoughts and frowned.

“But that’s not what happened!” You quickly added outloud this time. “I’m okay, really... thank you for saving me.”

Kylo gazed down at you not saying anything. Not liking that, you placed your other hand on his face and brought it down towards yours, pressing your lips against his.

“Y/N...” Kylo mumbled, but you only pressed your lips onto his harder, silencing him.

Kylo gave into you and kissed you back, being careful that he didn’t hurt you. He pulled away eventually and pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

You didn’t have to ask him to know what he was thinking. He was relieved that you were okay, and your thoughts were confirmed with a light smile from him.

Kylo ran his gloved fingers through your hair while he nuzzled your neck and kissed it gently, and you ran your fingers through his hair too.

The two of you just enjoyed each others presence, happy that you were both safe, and stayed like that until you reached the finalizer.

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