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writing-for-marvel · 6 months

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Day 19: Sex Toys

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky controls your vibrator while you’re out for dinner.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, use of a vibrator, reader wearing a butt plug, public orgasm, implied anal sex

Word count: 1.6k

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Bucky has loved surprising you with gifts throughout your honeymoon, even though he has already given you the best gift of all when he married you.

First, it was a completely new closet of designer clothes, already tailored to your measurements - you’re still unsure how he managed to get your exact proportions without you knowing.

Then it had been a cabinet full of jewellery fit for a queen. All your favourite gemstones, those that brought out the colour of your eyes and complimented your complexion, in necklaces, bracelets, rings - every type of jewellery you can imagine, even a tiara.

This morning, you woke up to a conspicuously small box beside you in bed. James Barnes never did anything on a small scale, and although you kept reminding him he didn’t need to bestow you with lavish gifts (as if this extravagant honeymoon around Europe isn’t already enough of a wedding present), Bucky has a weakness when it comes to spoiling you.

“Open it darling.” His voice has a fluctuation of amusement to it, which only makes you all the more eager to find out what’s inside.

With your curiosity piqued, you carefully untie the ribbon holding the box shut. As you open the lid, you're met with a playful smile from Bucky. Inside the box, there's a white and gold envelope and two small white drawstring bags.

You pull out the envelope first, noticing the intricate pattern embossed on the paper. You carefully open the seal and pull out a handwritten card that reads, ‘To my beloved wife, at the halfway point of our honeymoon. You're a goddess and deserve to be worshipped every second for the rest of our lives. Here is a small token of my devotion. Forever yours, James’.

Your eyes become blurry with happy tears as you pull open the other two items within the box. In one bag is a pink egg vibrator. In the other, a classic teardrop shaped butt plug with a dazzling sapphire at its base.

You feel your cheeks flush with heat as you stare at the sex toys glistening in the light of the rising sun. Bucky knows exactly how to spoil you in every way imaginable, especially in the bedroom. You bite your lip and cast a glance at your husband, who's watching you with amusement dancing in his perfect blue eyes.

"What did you have in mind for these?" You ask innocently, trying to mask the excitement in your voice.

Bucky chuckles and steps closer to you on the bed, his fingers deftly untying your silk robe to reveal your naked body. You shiver as his warm hands trail down your curves, and he bites his lip. He leans in to press his lips against your ear, the scruff of his beard tickling your sensitive skin.

"I was thinking we could try them out tonight. Have a little fun at dinner." His husky voice sends shivers down your spine and a wetness flooding your core. You nod eagerly, loving how your body responds to his tantalising touch and the anticipation of what the evening will bring.

It takes a little bit of practice to learn how to walk in tall heels with an egg vibrator sitting pretty between your legs, even when it isn’t switched on, and the butt plug in your ass.

It does help that Bucky's hand rests on your lower back as he guides you into the extravagant restaurant, but with each step his hand dips lower and by the time the smartly dressed waiter has shown you where your private booth is, Bucky is practically squeezing your ass.

The booth is large enough to fit eight people around, but Bucky chooses to sit right beside you, shoulders touching and hand intertwined with yours. He places a gentle kiss to the back of your hand as you look over the menu, unsure what half of the options even are.

You adore how affectionate he is, there's nothing better than seeing the one person you love more than life itself show that they reciprocate that feeling, but this time you know he’s just buttering you up. Biding his time until he decides to unexpectedly turn the vibrator on.

That thought wanders to the back of your mind as Bucky and you enjoy the privacy of your table. The restaurant clearly is used to catering to high profile clientele as you can barely hear nor see any other patrons even though the place has been fully booked for months.

As Bucky makes you laugh, and orders you a bottle of your favourite wine, you almost completely forget about the two toys confidentially nestled within you, that is, until it becomes time for you to order meals.

“I’ll have the-” A shock, like that of being mildly electrocuted, sparks through your body, originating between your legs. You love your husband, but he is an absolute menace for subtly switching on your vibrator with his phone at this very moment.

You squeeze your thighs together and shift your hips in your seat at the new sensation, the egg vibrator coming to life at a dangerously addictive speed.

You don’t trust your voice not to betray you if you attempt to speak your order, so instead you point at the item on the menu you’re after. The waiter reads it back to you, but you simply nod without even paying attention to the words he spoke, you’re too caught up in how the toy continually stimulates your sensitive nerve endings, lighting your insides on fire.

You feel like you’re keeping a closely guarded secret as Bucky stares deeply into your eyes with affection, both of you knowing precisely what is happening beneath the surface as the rest of the world continues none the wiser with their life around you.

“I hate you.” You grumble once the waiter walks away, toes curling in your best stilettos and you shift your hips again, futilely trying to escape the building pleasure which is originating from deep within you.

“I love you too.” His tone is teasing, because he knows with absolute certainty there is no chance of you feeling anything but pure love for him in this lifetime or the next.

You’re drowning in his closeness, the enveloping scent of his expensive aftershave downright intoxicating and his breath on ear as he speaks lowly adds fuel to an already blazing inferno. When Bucky starts drawing slow shapes on your exposed thigh, his touch leaving goosebumps and tingles in its wake, you curse under your breath - it’s one thing to have the vibrator pulsing between your legs, but Bucky’s touch is something else.

“Doing okay baby?” He asks almost tauntingly in response to a moan falling from your lips and your hips rocking underneath the table. You’re on a fast track to heaven as the toy repeatedly massages every sensitive spot inside you, and with the limited space under the table, you’re forced to sit and take the onslaught.

“I’m doing fi-fuck!” You bite your lip but your outburst is rather loud, however, it’s not your fault for while you’re trying to compose yourself in this public setting, Bucky has increased the speed of the vibrator exponentially.

Your panties are completely soaked through now, and though you try to squeeze your thighs together in some feeble attempt to find some semblance of relief. The band in your lower stomach feels like it’s pulled so tight, ready to snap at any second. The tension hanging thick in the air at your table, but Bucky seems to be enjoying your little display for him.

He hooks his index finger under your chin and directs your eyes to his. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as you continue to squirm, slowly leaning closer until you’re mere millimetres from his lips. And as usual, he says the words that are the beginning of your undoing.

“My good girl always cums for me. Are you going to be good today?”

You frantically nod, wishing for nothing more than to be his best girl, his perfect wife. When his soft, supple lips press against yours, your chest blooms with honour and happiness at pleasing him as the wildfire blazes beneath your legs.

Bucky thrusts two fingers inside your mouth as you reach the peak of your high. Moaning around his digits muffles the sound somewhat, but you’re not concerned about anyone hearing at this moment, not when Bucky looks so incredibly proud of you. As your body spasms, Bucky coos and praises you, talking you through your orgasm as the toy continues to furiously pulsate within you, prolonging your shaking orgasm.

You barely have time to come down from your intense high once Bucky turns the vibrator off, and have time to breathe when your dinner is served. Somehow in the chaos of ordering, the waiter managed to get your order correct.

“Make sure you eat all your food, for what I have planned tonight, you’re going to need all your energy and strength.” He says surprisingly nonchalantly considering you were only mere seconds away from your waiter catching you mid orgasm.

You just smile, knowing that somehow with Bucky everything always works out for the best.

“Mmmm yeah, I bet your dick is gonna feel so good in my ass later.” You seductively whisper in his ear before digging into your food, taking pleasure in the longing glance he throws you, seemingly completely uninterested now in the delicious food in front of him.

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yet-another-haven-of-dollya · 4 months

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can i ask advice ;; drawing wise ? how did you start to anatomy but also w stylization? did you bruteforce by studying every bone muscle etc in art school?

hmm...

First, you must distinguish between two completely different concepts: gesture and anatomy. The stylization and dynamic you often see me doing with my dancing practice is "Gesture". This is an excellent tutorial by Proko about gestures. I practiced gestures very soon when I started drawing, simply because I wanted to draw dynamically, lucky for me it was the right thing to do. This was the main reason why I'm so fast at sketching.

This is my gesture practice, 1 min, 2 min, and 5 min sketch. It's about the flow of the body and which direction each part is going, use "sharp and coherent lines". I practice until it becomes a "natural reflex", a habit when I look at people's interactions.

This below is something I drew 3 years ago (my anatomy was not good sorry), notice how I use many many coherent lines? At the thigh, shin, arm stretching,... all the bigger areas? That's the remaining of gestures.

It goes without saying. Try to find the flow of gestures, even for the hair or clothes. Heh, I drew this 4 years ago, how nostalgic.

You can see how I just create the flow with Lya's hair and body movement in the dancing pics too. Like with Kylar's pic her body is straight up one quite hard mass from head to toe. You know she's leaning forward, seemingly wanting to abandon Kylar with a "pathetic loser like you? With me?" attitude (ouchie sorry Kylar nation). While in Sydney's pic she seems much more relaxed and enjoys how her body parts seem to loosen and more in sync with Sydney's movements. Her hip and legs sway more, and her hair also sways back at Sydney's body, hinting that her moves are relatively close to his body. I don't think I have enough vocabulary to describe, gestures are always just "feelings" to me. If people see what I want to show, that's the success for me.

I know many self-learners started by finding random tutorials that have muscle breakdown or box-like proportions to try and mimic. Mimic is good, drawing is mimicking and remembering what you saw, but without good gesture practice, many people tend to make anatomy very stiff.

Then, you start to apply anatomy to the gestures you've practiced. One way to do it is by learning about muscle position first, and then trying to apply it to a figure, or a model. This is my homework and it's HORRIBLY WRONG IN MANY WAYS. My teacher fixed it for me but I don't have the after with me right now, so take this as an example of how to do the apply thing, DO NOT USE IT AS MUSCLE REF it's very wrong.

In my opinion bone structure is not strictly needed like muscles. Bones are for muscles to hang onto. You only need to remember some important "landmarks" like the collarbone, elbow joint, anterior pelvis, knee, and ankle,… to hang the important muscles to it. After you're familiar with muscles and gestures, you can start to stylize. Applying your knowledge to animated characters with cartoonish design is one great way. THESE HOMEWORKS OF MINE ARE STILL WRONG but ye hope you get the idea. I'm still struggling with anatomy.

One of my all-time fav are AFK ARENA artists and what they do for the game. Aki as the main artist, Kuri Huang, and another artist I suddenly forgor the name as home screen illust. I recommend researching their works if you want a direction on how to stylize your character with great dynamic gestures and shapes.

And

As much as I hate to say this, I was particularly considered a failure, a stone-head, who couldn't be changed for the better when I was still in art school - uni. My chosen major was digital graphic design, not specified in drawing but in designing, that's one thing I regret. I traded 5 years of my youth for doing the things I don't want to do. That's why the moment I graduated, I immediately went and signed up for an advanced art class specified in drawing. I'd be lying if I said the uni didn't teach me anything about drawing. They did, but almost everything I learned during 5 years of uni was self-learning from outer sources. I encourage self-learning the most when I talk with younger artists. Proko is a very trusted source to learn from, go to their YouTube channel, and you might figure out something too.

#dollya ask #not a drawing tutorial just my personal experiences

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bara-izu · 3 months

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Do you have any advice on how to get over lack of skill? I want to do the Astarion Lestate trend but I don't think my skills are ready for it. I have references pictures of Astarion pulled up when I'm working, and even have the game launched so I can turn him if I need to (mostly for the attempts I did at his hair) but everytime I tweaked something or started over nothing looked right. I keep getting frustrated 😭

Hi anon- Sorry this took me a while to get to, i hope you and others can still find this useful! While the basic advise to get over 'lack of skill' is PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE! i hope this will help you knowig where to get started with that!

I'm going to put my teacher pants back on, this might be a bit long so buckle up- I'll go over a few areas:

Primitive Shapes

How to Use References

Delete your work (hear me out)

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Primitive Shapes:

This is your foundation. Everything starts with this, and while you may find it boring to think of your art in terms of cubes and spheres- i kid you not it will help elevate your work.

If/when you are stuggling to draw a complicated pose, or a specific perspective, refering back to the form in these basic shapes can really help to simplify your process and help you problem solve.

A chill/silly watch for a more in depth discussion on what i mean / how this can help - Give Pikat's 'Draw boxes (correctly) to improve your art' a watch. They also mention this in the video but @/Uncomfortable on youtube also has some great fundermental videos.

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How to use references.

Okay so references are great 10/10 very useful. But, unless you know WHAT to study from a reference, they can sometimes fall flat of their usefullness.

Anatomy studies are something a lot of us will be recommended as artists, but actually knowing what to pay attention to can boost your confidence in your work. Start with a goal, what do you want to get out of this sketch session? Do you want to get better at understanding the 3D form of a specific part of anatomy? Better at poses? Try to narrow down your learning each session to make it less overwhelming.

In this i'll focus on understanding the form so, lets start with a reference. Linking back to Primitives again, start off by braking down your anatomy into forms. Sketching over the top of your references is totally fine. But make sure you are doing so critically, otherwise it may look like a flat/unnatural trace and you're not really learning from it. Via the first sketch you can see where the primitive shapes fall on the body - think of it like a ball-jointed-doll, hips, knees, shoulders ect are ball socketed whereas arms, legs ect can be made up of tubes. (See the first image, when sketching your tubes, sketch your contour lines too- this can help determind how clothing / hair will fall over the body, and can help you understand the 3D Form.)

A BIG IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE - When using photo references, do be very aware that they may be distorted due to the height of the camera, or camera focal length - (you can see in my sketch i had to edit the torso and head because the reference was a little top heavy)

A few artists/books for some extra reading / reference : - Andrew Loomis (OG for body proportions, books are a little outdated but fundermentals are still useful), - Tenten云画画 (his stylised anatomy breakdowns are very interesting to me) - Anatomy Essentials (I've had this book for years, it covers lots of areas, is a bit complex though, i myself should reread it again 😅

Also, if you can't find a reference for a specific pose, don't be afraid to use 3D programs! Anatomy 360, DesignDoll, Clip Studio, Magic Poser - all nifty options~

SO taking when we've learnt from the primitive forms, you can now try applying that to the Lestrat Picture. (which, granted is a complicated pose, as it also has forshortening and an odd top down perspetive of the bottom character- so don't panic if you don't get it the first time!)

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Final points- Delete your art (hear me out)

What i mean by this is, sometimes reworking the same face over and over again can bog your down. It can make it very difficult to actually see whats wrong. So, get rid of it and start again. (hide the layer/use a different piece of paper, please don't actually bin it (yet))

Next, redraw it. Use what you've learned the first time, and redraw it from scratch. (in this case, that might be just specifically the head, or the hair, or the eyes ect - you don't have to bin the whole thing, but sometimes it can really help give you a new perspective)

Once you've done this, unhide your original, compare, this may help you understand what you were doing wrong the first time. Or if there are areas of one that you like- its an opportunity to combine them as you see fit! :)

On a side note for Astarion's Hair, the lovely @mistercrowbar actually posted a breakdown yesterday! (i use p much the same method so-)

I HOPE this was of some use- do feel free to ask any questions if you've got them! i'll try to answer in a more timely manner next time 😅

#art tutorial #or more like #art tips #long post

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havendance · 4 months

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Batman (2016) #38 wishes it had what Gotham Knights #1 has.

Recent discussion has caused me to remember that I wanted to write this post. Anyway, spoilers for both comics below if you care.

There are a few different things that set these two stories in parallel. The firstly and most obviously, are the parallel in the cases that Bruce faces in each story: We have a boy. His parents have been killed. Bruce (Batman) vows to solve the case; he vows to bring vengeance. And when he finally unravels the mystery he finds that the murderer is none other than the son.

The appeal behind telling such a story is clear. Bruce at his heart is a boy who has lost his parents. For child to kill their parents is alien to him. It isn't something he wants to believe. It's an interesting challenge to pit him against.

The way that Bruce goes up against these is different in the two stories. The Gotham Knights story is there to showcase his supporting cast, his allies. He is hampered at every turn, by Nightwing, Oracle, Robin, Huntress, trying to help him/take over the case because they can see what he can't.

Robin: Um, Listen. Wouldn't bother you, but... well, this case is kinda buggin' me out... Nightwing: Senator Myles and his wife? Yeah, Oracle gave me a heads up. Tim, this one's gonna be hard on Bruce, Okay? Try not to take it too personally if he's-- Robin: --No, it's-- not that, Dick. I'm just worried that maybe... Well, I mean, you've never known Batman to have a blind spot have you? Nightwing: Blind spot?

Whereas in the Batman story, it's a solo story. He monologues to Gordon, to Alfred, to Selina's sleeping body. Alfred makes a wry remark. Selina makes an aside. They're not really allies in this to him, not really. In the Gotham Knights story, Dick practically throws the answer in his face. In Batman, Bruce is the lone savant.

I will give Tom King credit where credit is due. It's a very clever mystery that Batman solves with all of it's twists and turns. It's clever and it knows it.

I do think that the Gotham Knights story though is stronger in it's simplicity. Everyone knows from the beginning and yet Batman insists on investigating each twist and turn, convinced that there must be another solution. Even to the end, when the evidence is overwhelming:

Batman: I fingerprinted ninety-three bullets, and found your prints on this one. It-- It could be used to prove that you killed Jack and Eileen Myles... I need you to really think, Barrett. I need you to finger another suspect, or tell me more about what you saw. I need you to give me something, Barrett. Please...

He cares. He wishes so desperately for it to be something else. Anything else. He's pursuing it to an obsessive, dogged degree. (He fingerprinted 93 bullets)

In contrast, in Batman #38, when Bruce realizes the truth of the murders, it is very much a realization rather than a unwilling truth dragged forth.

Bruce: The killing of parents, blaming it on Zsasz, then on Two-Face. It's fundamentally silly... It's... almost... childish.

It's an intuitive leap, rather than an elimination of all other possibilities. Now, I'm not saying that Batman isn't allowed to have one of those, but there is just something deeply compelling about the way he is so deeply in denial in the Gotham Knights story that just can't be found in the version where it's a convoluted puzzle box for him to solve. There's less compassion there. The conclusion of the storyline emphasizes the way that Bruce was shaped by his parent's murder, and yet I think the way that Bruce is so deeply in denial shows rather than tells us this in a much clearer way:

Batman: You're not Bruce Wayne! You're a sick kid with dead parents! Matthew: Well, yes... but... but what else is Bruce Wayne?

This also brings to the other thing that sets these two stories in parallel is the way that each of them spend their time digging into an aspect of Bruce's identity. In Gotham Knights #1, we have Bruce psychoanalyzing the Batman via third person file (as one does). In Batman #38, the boy is obsessed with Bruce Wayne, he wants to be like him.

The thing I find most interesting in this comparision is that the file is all about 'why doesn't Batman work alone? why is he so stupid as to have all these hanger ons?'

File: You would think Batman would KNOW better. You would think he, of all people, would understand how potentially UNSAFE it is to be surrounded by people you LOVE. The risk of LOSS is always too GREAT.

Before finally concluding that 'hey, they're like a family to him. they help him out. it isn't a complete idiot move after all.' And I think that kind of sums up the reason that I think that the Gotham Knights story just works better. It's about Bruce's weaknesses and the way that they're covered. It is about him and his belief in the goodness of people even in the job he's doing. It's very rooting in humanity, where the Batman story is a clever puzzlebox for Batman to solve.

And as a final note, this rooted-ness in humanity is also demonstrated in the differences of the two boys:

Why did Barret shoot his parents?

Batman: Why? Why did you do it? Why? Barret: I dunno. They bugged me. What's it to you? Batman: It's everything, Barret. Everything...

Why did Matthew?

Batman: I talked to your man. Again. I found more lions. He found another story. About a boy who loved Bruce Wayne. Who wanted to be Bruce Wayne. Who ordered his butler to make him into Bruce Wayne. Matthew: You can't understand.

Ignoring the fact that Bruce is explaingng Matthew's motivations to him, it's just a much more bombastic and fantastical motivation than we had with Barret. The whole story is trying to do something that I feel the Gotham Knights story accomplishes more, and with greater pathos.

Moral of the story: go read Gotham Knights #1. And then maybe read Batman #38 if you want to read a less good version of the same story. Or maybe the other way around and end on a strong note.

#batman #dc #bruce wayne #havendance reads comics #carthago delenda est #tom king tag

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artvaris · 4 months

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Hi! Your artwork is stunning! Do you have any advice for learning shape language and form the way you do? I absolutely love how you shape characters, like older women or less-commonly-drawn facial structures.

Hello! I'm so glad you enjoy my work! Thank you very much for your kind words. When it comes to shape language & stylization (and how I think when I draw) it basically boils down to this simple rule of thumb: Everything - even the most complex subject matter - can be simplified & mannequinized into basic, almost geometrical forms, such as spheres, triangles, boxes, rectangles, etc. These simple forms are much easier to understand, remember, draw, and manipulate. This particular educational video explains the whole concept of using simple shapes & manipulating those shapes to build and draw more complex forms: https://shorturl.at/ewT38

I highly recommend watching this whole video with thought, maybe even multiple times. I have done so myself. It is important to use references & study the fundamentals and real-world to understand what you draw and aim to stylize. If you wish to draw humanoid characters with varied facial features, learn the basics of human anatomy and proportions and study real humans. Remember to use references. The ability to draw from imagination is just the result of a lot of practice and drawing from reference, and you can do that once you have a bigger visual library so to speak. But even then, it's always good to use references! Important note: Stylized art is based on reality and the understanding of reality. I also think it is beneficial to know the classic proportions before you "break the rules", because that way, you have much more control over your shapes and stylization/shape language. This does not, however, mean that you need to know and memorize every muscle and bone of the human body to start drawing. When it comes to learning, I think it's good to follow the same "formula" you follow when you draw: work from big to small. Learn the "big basics" before you focus on the intricate details. If you are a beginner, start from the beginner basics.

Analyzing the work of other artists can also help you understand the concept of shape simplification and manipulation on a deeper level. Try to see and analyze how these folks manipulate their shapes and why. How do they stylize and mannequinize reality, what shapes do they use and why? Doing the exercise of mannequinization - which is explained in the video - is very helpful. Focused, analytical practice is often better than just copying what you see. So when you look at references, try to understand what you see and dissect the complex subject matter into simple forms.

#varis talks #art talk #I hope this helps #but I'm also self-learned and I'm not a teacher

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tortoisebore · 10 months

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okay hear me out remus and sirius at IKEA pretending every room is their house and pretend making food it’d be so chaotic

SO TRUEEEEE SO TRUE

omfg imagine

they go in the first time to grab a kitchen table after they move apartments bc the one sirius found on the side of the road two years ago finally broke during the move across the city. so their apartment is still full of boxes and they venture out early one morning and before they go in remus puts his hands on sirius’ shoulders and makes him look at him and he goes “we are here for ONE THING. we are here for a TABLE. nothing else.” and he makes sirius audibly confirm that yes, they are there for only a table and they’re going to get in and get out and that’s it, no dilly dallying. because he’s been to an ikea before but sirius hasn’t and he knows what’s about to happen so he assigns himself as their supervisor for the trip

but then six hours later they’re calling an uber XL to the front of the ikea and they’re standing there with a box that supposedly contains their new table and another one that contains a bookshelf and four of those big blue tarp ikea bags and two lamps and they’re both just standing there on the curb like ‘🧍……..,what the hell just happened’

so they set up their new place over the next few months and they make it all cozy and warm and sirius’ records are all over the living room and remus’ books have migrated from his new bookshelf in their bedroom and they’re taking over every corner of the place, like they’re practically sentient.

so one random weeknight they’re having takeout on the couch and sirius is looking around like 🧐 and he goes ‘u know…..,you could use another bookshelf.’ and remus is all ‘lmfao yeah, i know’ and sirius is like ‘………we could…..we could go to ikea………’ and remus goes ‘😐………………yes’

so then the next saturday they’re back and they’re having another pep talk outside and they’re both going ‘we’re here for a bookshelf we’re here for a bookshelf we’re here for a bookshelf’ and people are passing them and staring at them bc they’re chanting it louder and louder like they’re casting a fucking spell on the place

and they get inside and they do really really good for a while and they’ve almost made it to the storage section where they found remus’ first bookshelf last time when they stumble upon all these showrooms??? and they both stop in their tracks and they’re going 😧😦😲🤯😮😯 and then all hell breaks loose

they leave that time with four more tarp ikea bags of random shit, like a planter shaped like a marble statue even though they don’t have any plants, and a set of stainless steel mixing bowls even though they have absolutely no need for fucking mixing bowls, and a toothbrush holder (because the other week remus opened the drawer in their bathroom to see their toothbrushes touching and he had a meltdown about germs while sirius loudly explained that they very regularly have their mouths on every part of each other’s body) and two more bookshelves for remus and a vinyl organizer for sirius and a new little stand for his record player that’ll go nice next to the window in the living room

so they’re good on furniture for a while but now they go to ikea for entertainment purposes because the showroomssssssss

they’ll brainstorm a new backstory every time they go—sometimes they’re newlyweds looking to furnish their first home just outside the city, other times they’re roommates with extreme levels of sexual tension that haven’t admitted they’re in love with each other yet, and a couple of times they’ve roleplayed as a very picky and argumentative elderly couple that can’t agree on curtains

one saturday afternoon they’re in this living room setup with all these floor-to-ceiling dark gray glass cabinets and a sleek steel electric fireplace and a bunch of orange-tinted lamps. and sirius is lounging in the gray tweed chair in the corner and remus is opening the cabinets and testing the soft-shut hinges, and sirius goes ‘i don’t think your brother will like the couch.’ and remus doesn’t have a brother but he sighs all big and goes ‘it doesn’t matter if my brother likes the couch, sirius, it’s our couch.’ and sirius is all ‘yeah but i don’t want to hear all his yapping about structure and lumbar support and shit when they come for christmas—‘ and remus drags a hand down his face and he’s all ‘baby, can you at least pretend that you don’t hate him for two seconds while we get a fucking couch—“ and sirius stands up and huffs and stomps his foot and goes ‘it was never about the couch!!!! this is about you taking my side for once!!!!!’ and everyone in the vicinity is eavesdropping because this is some juicy relationship drama to be happening in the home section of this ikea right now

and another time they’re in this bedroom setup with a big light birch wood wardrobe covering the entire wall. and it lights up when you open the doors and there’s shelves for shoes and drawers and a fucking jewelry drawer?? in it and sirius is like ‘you need this in your room, remus.’ and remus goes ‘i do not. this would not even come close to fitting in my room,’ and sirius is all ‘it absolutely would, i know exactly how big your room is and this would fit great on the wall across from the window, you need more shit in there anyway, it’s sad and empty.’ and remus leans against the wardrobe door next to the one sirius has open and he’s all ‘how do you know what fits in my room, huh?’ and sirius blushes a bit and he backtracks and he’s all ‘no i mean i just think it would fit. like i think it would look good. our rooms are close to the same size and and and—‘ and remus is crossing his arms and getting up in his space going all ‘it is kind of empty, huh? maybe you should do something about that?’ and sirius is all ‘😳 like what….?’ and remus shrugs and goes ‘maybe i should just let you do it. put shit on the walls and all that. you know, make it nice.’ and sirius is shutting the doors and crossing his own arms and leaning against the wood to size him up and he goes ‘you want me to make your room nice for you?’ and remus goes ‘mhm yes yeah i do,’ and sirius is all ‘why don’t i just put a giant picture of me on your wall, that’d spruce the place up, right?’ and remus is biting his lip and going ‘mmmm that might not work actually, what if i bring someone home? what would they think?’ and sirius laughs really loud and rolls his eyes and goes ‘yeah rightttt you haven’t pulled anyone in months, remus—’ and then remus is crowding him up against the door and going ‘keeping tabs on me, huh?’ and then they’re getting chastised by security for making out in the fake ikea shower attached to the bedroom with the giant wardrobe

and one friday night when they don’t feel like going out they wander around the home section and fight about curtains. like sirius is all ‘i can’t watch my shows in the evening with the sun coming through that damn window remus, we need curtains.’ and remus is all ‘well fucking excuse me for enjoying some natural light every once in a while’ and they bicker about what color to choose for the rod because the beige matches the walls and will blend in nicely but the black matches the legs on their dining table chairs and eventually remus goes ‘holy fuck sirius just get the beige jesus christ it never ends—‘ and sirius scoffs and goes ‘all you do is complain, it’s like listening to a toddler—‘ and then they’re going home with and getting wine drunk on this pinot noir remus bought the other week and trying to hang up the pretty new sheers in the living room and sirius nearly cracks his skull open and has to be caught out of mid-air by a very tipsy and clumsy remus while trying to hang them up standing on a chair and they’re both laughing so hard they’re crying

sometimes they spend the whole trip in the fake kitchens pretending they’re at their vacation home in the south of france where sirius spent summers as a kid and sirius will bumble about the kitchen and send remus to the attached living room to finally fix that squeaky hinge on the tv stand. and they actually do quite a lot of shopping in the kitchens so they have to be careful about spending too much time in there, because sirius loves all the little gadgets and spice racks and electric can openers and display jars because ever since they got those mixing bowls he’s been dabbling in baking and their kitchen has gotten more action in the last six months than it probably ever has but remus always makes sure to stop by the grocery store and grab another bag of flour when sirius texts and asks for one, even when he’s had an annoying day and just wants to go home, because sirius likes to keep his hands busy and remus loves coming home and finding him making a giant sticky mess on the counters

they’re in this green kitchen one day and it has a big huge rack above the island for pots and pans to hang off of. and sirius breaks character and goes all starry eyed and remus immediately knows where this is going when he turns to him with big eyes and goes ‘look at it!!! 😲😲’ and remus is like ‘it is very cool but it’s like six hundred fucking—‘ and sirius is moving around the room looking at it from all angles like ‘oh but imagine how great it would look, we could put your stainless steel pans up there, they’d look so nice!!!’ and then remus is going to talk him down and immediately almost cracking his head on the corner of the giant rack. and he goes ‘look, see, i’m too tall for it, i’d break my head open the first week we had it in there—‘ and then sirius is pouting, shuffling up close and wrapping his arms around remus’ middle and looking up at him with his chin on his sternum and he’s the living embodiment of 🥺🥺🥺

so remus spends the next weekend supervising while sirius installs anchors in their ceiling and hangs the rack above the tiny island in their kitchen because he’s a saint and he’s too in love for his own good

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #IKEA RANT #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #last month i was staying in hammersmith for a week and we stopped at the ikea every night in the way home #just browsed around #i devoured every inch of that ikea #‘tortoise we want to go home we’re tired please’#‘hang on u guys have got to see this fuckin cabinet i found’#almost bought a couch & then remembered i don’t live in london #the closest ikea to me is fuckin d*llas god help me #day trip to d*llas just to wander around ikea

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ponett · 1 year

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I've only been on newgrounds recently but it seems ok and I haven't seen people say anything bad about it, what's rancid there that I haven't seen yet? Also what is this new cohost site everyone is talking about? I can't tell if it's more like twitter or tumblr, or if it's gonna be like pillowfort where everyone forgets about it eventually

i am 28 years old and used to go on newgrounds every day in middle and high school and i have no desire to do so anymore. you're allowed to use it. many people do. i know the type of Big Name Internet Personality that comes from newgrounds, the kind of people who never quite outgrew their south park phase, and that's not the crowd i like to hang around. i also think that so many nsfw artists moving there after the tumblr porn ban is foolish when everyone knows the userbase of newgrounds is mostly teenage boys. and frankly, as an artist, i hate that it still runs on having people write 1- to 5-star reviews on your submissions. i do not need to see that one drawing of mine got 4.55 stars while another got 4.6. that is meaningless to me

cohost is being pitched as a place for twitter refugees to go right now because of the musk buyout and because most users heard about it via leftist twitter, but it isn't really designed to be a replacement for twitter. it was designed to be a "fourth website" - a low-pressure, slower-paced, more chill site with no algorithm and no ads that you can check from time to time on top of the sites you already use, with a layout inspired mainly by tumblr. it reinforces this vibe by hiding most stats from view. follower counts are hidden like on here, but so are note counts, with the only visible stat being the number of comments on a post so that you can tell if someone added a new one. you aren't encouraged to constantly refresh to watch the numbers go up, there are no trending topics, there's no endless scrolling, you can just post and share what you want to and check up on it at a couple times every day

the staff also understands how people actually use these sites in practice and how certain features shape user behavior, so it cuts down on features that end up being tools for harassment. there are no quote tweets, just tumblr-style reblog comments and replies. people can't @ you randomly to put unhinged shit in your notifications. people can't dig through your likes for dirt. the search feature only lets you search tags, not post body content, so there are no term searchers. there's currently no ask box or DMs. (i enjoy answering tumblr asks, but it'd be insane to deny how much they've been used for harassment throughout the history of this site)

i'm not the most active on there currently, but it's refreshing imo. it's small scale, but that's the point, and it's already developing a culture of its own. for example, they let you put custom css and scripting in your posts (within reason), so people do wacky stuff like making the text go diagonal or putting a playable game of minesweeper in the post. this has been described as a "cambrian explosion of posting" that imo helps elevate it beyond the many attempts at Tumblr 2.0

#anon #ask

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Hiii I really love your art! I'm always impressed how ppl like you are able to simplify drawings like this and still get the emotion across! I'd like to ask how long you've been drawing/how long you've been drawing cartoons and how you learned designing your own characters/style and drawing all those face expressions?

🙏🏼🧡

Hi! Thank you so much!!!

Lately, I've been really frustrated with my art and style and technical abilities, so honestly, thank you for giving me a minute to reflect on where I've been! I'm annoyed at the obvious mistakes I am noticing in the things I've posted over the last few weeks but I realized during this that it's always a process and growth is forever.

This got longer than I intended, so I'll put the rest under the cut.

I've been drawing for a very long time, probably for most of my life. And for most of it, I have not been very "good" at it. I had friends who were very serious about drawing in middle school and high school, and in college, I used drawing and fandom to deal with depression and anxiety. Then I started dating late in college which took up all of my spare time for drawing, and then I had a really nasty breakup with my first (emotionally manipulative) partner. I was really depressed (not because of being single but because I didn't know who I was anymore), so I didn't draw or write for yearssssss (I did somewhat but not seriously and loathed everything I was creating).

Then Covid hit and I felt like drawing again.

This was four years ago that I made this comparison of my art. I genuinely like what I was doing in 2012 more than what I put out in 2020. So it's not a matter of how long you've been drawing but consistency and a willingness to take risks (and learn from failures).

You can see I wasn't thinking as 3-dimensionally in 2020 when I started to draw again. The character's expression is really bland and you can see I was focused more on aesthetics than character. I think I even recognized it at the time, and I was really pissed about it.

I guess it's been four years since Covid started, and four years since I really jumped back into drawing regularly. I won't pretend that I know a lot--I very much do not, but here's what has helped me in the last few years.

Think in terms of volume and shape. I always warm up with perspective exercises. I often use posemaniacs' 30 second drawing practice for about 10-15 minutes, or I draw a ton of 3D boxes and spheres and triangles. I like to draw stacked boxes at various angles just so I can get my brain to wake up and see 3-dimensionally.

Know what you want to draw and draw with intention. This sounds obvious, but sometimes, I pick up my pen and just. Draw. Like I'll draw a face or a body but it's just completely soulless and boring because I don't know what I want. Draw with emotion, and have a purpose. Otherwise, your drawing will be lifeless and boring.

Ditch "aesthetics." Seriously. Focus on character. Draw that person ugly. If it's a sexy character and you're focusing on their emotions rather than how attractive they are, it will turn out sexy regardless. For example:

This was supposed to be scary, but people got horny for it anyway.

Anyway.

Your character will determine "aesthetics." Your character wears ripped tights because THEY think it's cool (or they trip a lot and scrape their knees), not because YOU like ripped tights. This is not a hard and fast rule, it's just what works for me.

For example, I don't draw Sirius wearing band t-shirts because I don't think he'd care about Muggle bands (at least, I don't think he'd care enough to advertise that he did). Consider why YOU wear band t-shirts. My partner wears his death metal shirts because he wants to support small bands and talk to strangers who like the same, obscure music (I hate those fucking shirts but he needs to live his truth lol. Some are ok and have beautiful art, but others are gross and weird).

Point is, focus on character.

Side note: If you want to draw a hot character (or if you want to BE a sexy real person honestly lol), you need to internalize this: Sexiness is a state of mind. If you are a sexy, confident person, it doesn't really matter what you look like--people will want to be you or fuck you. This applies to characters as much as it does to real people. It's about being you, focusing on your strengths, recognizing your own worth, keeping boundaries, and giving people your full attention when they speak to you. Seriously. That's basically it. Ask me how I know.

4. Make faces while you draw. I use photo references to understand how the face works, but what helps me the most is when I physically make the same face while I'm drawing. That way, I can feel which muscles are moving in my own face. Plus, I love acting and playing pretend, so I get to "be" that character while I'm drawing. I'm a naturally expressive person and communicate with my eyebrows way too much, and I think you can see that in my drawings.

5. Study other artists. Do this all the time. I particularly love to watch process videos and observe sketches. Here are some videos, books, and artists that I regularly visit or study:

TBChoi -- this person is my favorite artist stylistically. Just search their name + expressions and study. They just understand the way muscles work in the face so well.

Aaron Blaise -- okay, full disclaimer, I've heard some weird things about this artist, so I don't purchase their materials. However, I have practiced with his videos for years and found them exceptionally helpful.

Artists on Instagram I tend to look at: sleepy_kc, krosrios, starbite, rhiwynter

And artists who have influenced me since I was a kid are Tealin, Rufftoon, Shoomlah, Makani, and so many more.

6. Oh. And also, draw things other than people. Draw animals, draw landscapes, draw that weird building. Play with shape and perspective.

And look, I'm not a professional. I am an underpaid English teacher with ADHD, an Intuos Pro, and a horniness for a particular fictional character. Take this with a grain of salt and just do what works for you.

#asks #art process #and a small bit of advice for becoming sexy #lol i am not a professional artist so don't take me too seriously

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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Physical Training/Activities && Schedules

Each of their training and activities that they enjoy and when they do it! TW for mentions of blood, violence, smoking, weapons [let me know if I missed anything!]

Emilia

most of the physical training and activites that emilia does is for work at the club. her focus is on flexability, thigh strength and arm strength.

the main type of training that emilia does is aerial silk/hoop dancing. it helps her a lot when pole dancing since it works out her thighs and arms the most and have similar movements to pole dancing. she practices everyday sometimes in the morning or at night since that’s when she feels the best to do them. her favorite silks routine is this and her favorite hoop routine is this.

she also dances to help her with her rhythm for pole dancing. she does ballet normally but also does hip hop for fun and to practice rhythm work. she was put in ballet as a kid and actually had a dream of opening a dance studio to teach kids until she wanted to become a healer and her plans changed. she tries to dance at least once a week, if she doesn’t feel like doing silks or the hoop she’ll do some dancing instead. favorite dance routine is this.

she doesn’t do it as often but she also does gymnastics! she was put in gymnastics as a kid and still does it to keep up with her flexability! she also enjoys it a lot and tends to try and do it once a month just for some fun maybe with some music in the background. her favorite routine is this!

emilia does afternoon runs! these are mainly just for fun or when she needs to clear her mind. they don’t happen as often but when they do she likes to do it on a sunny spring day with a nice breeze.

she does this the least but she has casual gym days. it can range from once a week to once a year but she only really works on her upper body since her regular activities and trainings help with her lower body strength and endurance.

emila grabbed the silk rope as she took a deep breath as she started the routine as the music started playing. she had a running start as she got off the ground. she spread her legs, rolling back as she wrapped the silk rope around her legs more, climbing higher on it. she smiled as she danced along to the music enjoying the feeling of being over the ground and in the air.

Jooheon

jooheon’s training is mostly for royal guard activities and to be able to do his job effectively. he also likes keeping himself in shape and likes to keep his body fit.

jooheon’s main role in the royal guard is being an archer. so his main training is archery! it helps with his chest, upper back and arm workouts. he does this training about everyday but if he gets busy with work he tries his best to go to the training grounds at least once a week. he sticks to afternoon training but if he’s busy will go really early in the morning.

he also does swordsmanship for the royal guard. he doesn’t enjoy it as much as he does archery and prefers to skip out on these days, which tends to be once a week. he’s not one with having a sword and thinks they are too big and bulky, making sneaking around during a mission or patrol hard.

joo casually does boxing. he’s not one for fist to fist fighting so he doesn’t really train in it, when he does it’s once a month or so. he also helps ari and leo with their training. jay’s trainer begs joo to get her to do a least one day of some type of fist to fist fighting which means he has to drag her into the ring. while with leo it’s whenever he needs a sparring partner, he enjoys teasing and making the younger angry during their sessions.

he has to do some type of endurance training which includes mainly running in the morings or whenever his first work time starts. since his smoking messes with his lungs he uses it as a way to help expanding his lungs. he does this whenever he can, doesn’t have a regular schedule for it.

he regularly goes to the gym! he likes keeping fit and lowkey feels like his body is a piece of art that needs to be worked on. he also goes to train on his legs since his normal training doesn’t give him that much needed leg training. he tries to go everyday, at night but, if he gets busy there might be gaps in those days which frustrates him.

one of jooheon’s favorite physical activities are moterbike races! he joins both legal track races and illegal street races, tending to enjoy street races a lot more. he also takes the time when he’s free and taking a break from regular training to learn tricks and stunts. his favorite stunt/trick he’s learned is this [skip to 5:19 - 6:36]. this took him a long time to learn and lots of injuries so he’s really proud of it.

the revving of engines could be heard throughout the street. it was dark out and it was one of the monthly street races that happened in the area. the flag was dropped and everyone started. jooheon weaved around people as he increased his speed. as he got next to a friend of his who turned to look at him he nodded his head at him before increasing his speed so more. he was aimming to win this race.

Diego

diego’s training is more so legs based and is more so while he’s in the royal guard. he’s still debating if he should quite.

he loves doing morning runs/jogs. this isn’t much for training and more so for his self enjoyment. he likes waking up on a sunny or rainy day and just run out to start his day. he does this everyday unless he’s feeling too stressed out or tired.

he casually goes to the gym. when going to the gym he tends to focus on his shoulders and arms but makes sure to give his whole body the same treatement. he does this about once a week and does it to stay fit and keep a healthy lifestyle.

the thing he hates the most to do is swordmanship. since he isn’t sure if he wants to stay in the royal guard so it’s not something he enjoys having to lug out of bed to do. since he tends to skip a bit he goes the most once a month.

he does kick boxing more so as a fun activity and only does it with ari. he’s been the only person who’s been able to sweep and get jay off her feet which he is really proud and smug about.

diego looked at jay in their eyes as he bounced from foot to foot. jay looked back at his blue eyes her teeth bared as she glared at him. she charged at him and he instantly raised his leg it coming into contact with her side and knocking her out of balance. she fell, panting as she hit mat angrily. “come back her you tall bastard!” she snarled as he laughed and started running away from her as they cashed after him.

Leo

leo’s training, like emilia’s, is based for one of his jobs at the club along with royal guard training. he tends to enjoy his trainings a lot more then the others and can somewhat be considered a gym rat. a lot of his focus is on all his body but he tends to have favoritism for his chest.

leo regularly goes to the gym! he tends to go at night after his normal day activities if he doesn’t have to go to the club. he goes everyday, if he can’t go at night he goes in the afternoon or morning. he uses the gym as a stress relief and a way to make agressive energy into healthy energy. he feels like it works better then boxing training did.

boxing was leo’s old way of getting rid of stress. he recently got back into it cause of his trainer. he hates sparring with jooheon but prefers it more then having to do it with jay. he would like to keep his ribs.

like emilia, leo also does aerial silks and hoops. he doesn’t do it as often as emilia but he does try to at least once a week if he can. it also helps him with pole dancing. his favorite aerial silk routine is this. his favorite aerial hoop training is this!

emilia gave him the choice of gymnastics or dancing and he picked dancing. he was not going to do gymnastics. he does tend to dance hip hop with emilia but also tends to do latin dances with ace and jay. when alone he prefers to do dembow [a dominican style dance] and perreo [i can’t find videos for either one of these and either way they’re extremely suggestive]. cause they’re idiots leo likes to do cumbia with ace and merengue with jay. his favorite dance routine is this!

swordsmanship is something he does more just for the royal guard. he skips out a lot and ends up doing it every couple months.

he does track because ace got him into it. he does it to blow off steam when the gym doesn’t help. he likes running while listening to music.

he bounced from foot to foot, panting, as he cracked his neck. his headphones were in and he was already sweaty from training for a while. he threw another punch to the punching bag in front of him as he waited for group training to start. he was feeling good about today.

Ace

ace is also apart of the royal guard but tends to do more archery like jooheon. this also helps him with his aim and target practice for when he goes around to do his cupid duties. a lot of this means he gets more arm and shoulder training along with chest but makes sures that his legs aren’t left out.

archery is a main training that ace does for both cupid duties and for royal guard training. it helps with his chest, upper back and arm workouts. like jooheon he is an archer, a good one with great aim and a great eye. he does archery almost everyday but when he’s busy it tends to stagger to 3 weeks a month.

ace does track more so for endurance and drags jay along to do it with him. he does like running but hates having to constantly go and the burn in his legs isn’t his favorite feeling. though he does have very strong thighs and calves because of it. he also tends to do this everyday after archery training.

being of latin decent ace does dance but more so for fun and for family parties and get togethers. he also drags jay to practice certain dances since, being childhood friends, their familes mix and have massive parties together where their cousins always express the want to dance with them. ace is really good at dancing and his favorite dance to do with jay and in general is bachata. this is his favorite dance routine with jay! they tend to do this every couple weeks to every other month when not busy. he also knows how to waltz for parties that jooheon invites them to.

as part of the royal guard ace does his fair share of swordsmanship. he doesn’t really enjoy it but he does it because he has to. to make up for dragging jay to do things with him he also does fencing. he doesn’t like it as much as her but he does appriciate the art and work that goes behind it.

for fun and whenever he goes back home to visit his family, he likes to play football [soccer]. he either kicks around the ball with his little brothers or plays full games with his uncles, cousins and little siblings while his mums, aunts and grandparents cheer along and sometimes make bets. his position tends to be goalie. there is no real schedule to this, it’s just for fun!

another thing just for fun is knife throwing! he also really like hatchet throwing and darts, the love coming from one of his mums who likes to play darts also. he’s been trying to teach jay how to throw knives but her aim is still spotty. this helps him a lot with aimming just like archery does too. there is no schedule for this as well!

his face was dead serious with concentration as he looked at the target in front of him. he took a breath, holding the knife from it’s blade as he thought his throw through. once he knew what he was going to do, with the perfect amount of strength he threw it, it landing on the bullseye. he smiles big as he he throws his hands up with a happy laugh.

Jay

in a sense jay is trained to be a weapon. she does a little bit of everything since she needs it for most things both her jobs need of her. her focus tends to be on her legs since she hates upper body training.

horseback riding is her favorite type of training next to fencing. she horsebacks for patrols with the royal guard but she also does it for a fun activity to deal with stress. she can also be considered a slight trick rider since she knows how to ride a horse while standing. she does this everyday whenever she can.

ari loves the art of fencing. she likes how two people glide back and forth along with planning each one of their moves. swordsmanship is a must in the royal guard and jay likes the weight of a sword in their hand. in all it helps with her strategy work along with being able to think on her feet. she does this after her horseback riding, everyday.

she doesn’t like boxing as much as she does kick boxing but she does both. she’s forced to do boxing by their trainer, since she needs some type of upper body training, since she skips gym days often. she hates upper body training and prefers to focus on her legs but is aware she should keep everything balanced. she does these every other week up or every other month.

weapon training is more so for her scythe work. during these she practices how to swing around her scythe properly, how to run with it and how to jump with a scythe. since the scythe of a reaper tends to be a bit bigger then that of a regular scythe and bigger then their own body, this training is important to do a round properly. she does these trainings once a week. she also knows how to use other weapons like guns, knives, daggers and katanas.

hearing that ari was refusing to do her upper body training emilia suggested gymnastics...and that’s the day her trainer made her do gymnastics! she hated gymnastics but slowly grew to like it. it helped a lot with her upper body strength and her overall flexability. she does this every other month. her favorite routine is this, she’ll never admit that to anyone though.

track was ace’s idea and he dragged her along to it. she hates running because of her lungs being shitty cause of smoking but keeps it up to help with her endurance along with hoping it’ll help expand her lungs.

jay hates dancing more then anything else, even more then track. she only did it for ace and her family since they’re big dancers. she does secretly enjoy it though and is glad it’s more so for fun. she only will dance with her family and ace. if you ask her to dance she will deny you and walk away. it also helps her with her leg training so that’s a plus. being of latin decent as well she prefers to do latin dancing, her favorite type of dance being mambo. this is her favorite routine with ace! they dance every couple weeks or every other month. she also knows how to waltz for jooheon’s parties.

jay looked at her sparing partner for todays training. he was well built and taller than her but, that was never an issue for her. he looked at her with a smirk as they circled each other and she glared at him. they got into stance and with that the man whistled as he eyed her. “aren’t you a pretty bitch, if i don’t mess you up here, i hope you’ll let me mess you up somewhere else.” he gave her a sleazy smirk and wink. she was caught off guard by the sudden words he took the chance to make a move, hitting her in the nose causing it to bleed. the room stilled as jay blinked everyone freezing as they saw her eyes turn red and steam pour out of her nose. this tension was evident to everyone but the man in front of her. “oh a bull are we-” he spoke until she charged at him, kicking his side knocking the air out of his lung before sweeping his feet from under him. her foot came to his face to hold him down, pressing down until a loud satidfying crack was heard. “say it again you pathetic bitch!” she spat out going to kick his side before her trainer stopped her and moved her to the side as she wiped her nose.

this took me forever omg...!! but here you are i hope you guys like it! if you want to interact and ask them questions go ahead its open! asks are also open if you want to ask through there! :D

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alwaysbegrowing · 2 years

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Foolish

The moment I heard that five-foot-nothing April’s birthday was on the first of the month, I knew just what to do. I got together with a few friends and we agreed to throw her a ‘surprise party.’ We waited in her little apartment until we heard the door shut and then, all at once, lept out from our hiding spots and heartily cheered “Surprise!” at the top of our lungs. April was so excited to see all of us there; I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to the presents we had gotten for her.

April opened the first box and pulled out a pair of sweatpants so large she could nearly fit in just one of the legs. She broke into a fit of giggles along with everybody else. When she opened the next gift and found an equally-large button-down blouse she continued laughing along with everybody else. April brought out the last gift: a custom-made double J-cup bra, sized for a slim frame. It was completely absurd; a single one of the cups almost completely covered her entire head.

I nearly lost it when April started slipping her tiny body into the cartoonishly oversized clothing. She stuck to the pants and the blouse, comically holding the sweatpants up to her waist. Raucous laughter filled the apartment as she turned and comically wiggled the flappy rear end of the oversized garment. The gang and I had been careful to purchase pants with long legs but a lot of room in the waist, too. Maybe somebody six feet tall would fit the ensemble we’d bought, but as it stood, April was cartoonishly dwarfed at just five foot two.

Come to think of it, though, April had quite the reputation for her small but round ass. We had gone to the same university, and I remember she had never been embarrassed about being kind of a shortstack. She would often wear skinny jeans that deliciously contoured to her bubble butt. Rumors went around that April either spent all her free time doing squats or even that she’d gotten surgery. I was starting to question why we hadn’t opted for a larger waistband given her pear-shaped figure.

Hell, there was no denying it: at five foot five, April was about average height for a woman her age, but her dump truck of an ass, thick hips, and jiggly thighs looked like they belonged on a much heavier woman. The pant legs were a little long on her, sure, but her cheeks were so big the sweatpants were practically being swallowed between them. Every shake of her monstrous caboose seemed to threaten the inadequate bottoms’ stitching. Either one of April’s incredible cheeks might have been as big as my head, and I wasn’t alone in wanting to get up close to find out.

Having bought clothing that was a little big for April felt less funny now that I was seeing it in action, though. Being five-eleven made her pretty tall for a woman, sure, but we’d miscalculated just how much bigger we should have gone for this prank. April stopped shaking her moneymaker and turned around, though the curve of her ass could be seen from the front, with the added benefit that I could see just how much her thighs were stressing the sweatpants. It had been my idea to go for undersized pants, and it was paying dividends: most of her six-foot stature was in her legs, and her gigantic ass and hips were overflowing the waistband.

April was wearing the cartoonish bra under the blouse we’d bought for her. The top mostly fit, although it was exceptionally loose in the chest. The bra, of course, was nearly empty, but she had always been a good sport about her nearly flat chest. Being the girl with the fattest ass in town was a title April wore proudly. I will say, though, that people needed to give her more credit than that. She was a little unbalanced, sure, but I’d seen her wear her fair share of tight tops. I could only guess, but April must have been at least a B-cup.

I had heard stories that April had been the tallest girl around when she was young and ended up moving to a bigger city where she’d be able to live more comfortably. I don’t know what held her back from being a model, frankly. She must have been six foot four, and on such a tall frame her glorious ass looked even bigger. But there was more to her than that: she was smart, funny, kind, and had tits the size of grapefruits. Seriously, April always came off as the girl who had it all, but I had long been too intimidated to ask her out.

It’s not every day that you run into a woman packing double D-cups that she loved showing off almost as much as her booty. Even in modest tops, April always looked like she was smuggling volleyballs on her chest. Her figure was truly outrageous, like some fetish artist had drawn their idea of a perfect woman and she’d walked right off the page. I had been lucky when she showed up at the joint I bartend at; we hit it off instantly. It helped that to look me in the eye she had to lean down, which gave me an incredible view of her F-cup jugs.

I thanked my lucky stars every day that April and I had started dating, and that she was such a good sport about pranks. Even for a woman with her hourglass-like figure, the bra we’d gotten was just a bit too big. I knew she often had to get custom bras that would fit her; retail stores simply didn’t carry anything that could contend with boobs the size of basketballs. So, of course, I had led the charge for the prank. It had been my choice to buy pants that on her long, luscious legs would just barely fit her like capris.

I should have gone a little bigger on the bra and blouse, though. At nearly seven feet tall, April’s J-cups far exceeded the size of her head, and nearly covered her navel. People would look at her and ask me for the name of her surgeon, and they’d hardly believe it when I said that she was one-hundred percent all-natural. We had needed to build an entire house just so April could fit inside, but until that was done we were stuck in the tiny apartment.

I loved watching April bend down to keep her head from hitting the ceiling. This way, just about anything she wore gave me ample view of either her big bouncy butt or her quaking, mind-blowing beach ball-sized titties. It had been my idea, after all, to buy her a set of cartoonishly small clothing for her birthday. I watched her try to lower herself to the ground, where it would be easier for this nine-foot-tall woman to avoid smashing the ceiling, but the bra and blouse weren’t as stretchy as the sweatpants.

April’s boobs exploded out of her top, landing in her lap with a fleshy smack. She reached her long arms around to cover her nipples, giggling and sending delicious tremors through her gorgeous mounds. I stood up and approached the woman that was as tall sitting as I was standing. I made the right decision not inviting anybody else over to celebrate April’s birthday; spending it with anybody else would have been foolish.

#breast expansion #giantess growth #height growth #ass growth #ass expansion #beautification #expansion #unaware growth #reality alteration

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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A New Beginning #10: Needs To Know

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Content: Multiple caretakers, non-human whumpee, human caretaker(s), [mentioned/implied] non-con, photographed without consent, [implied] PTSD/trauma, [mentioned] starvation, recovery.

“It’s finally open!”

Adam laughed, tagging along behind Ryker as he excitedly pulled him towards the new toy store that had finally opened about a week ago. From what they’d been able to make out online, it had a lot of fidget/stim toys and Ryker was more than ready to add to his collection, despite having virtually no space left for them.

He had to admit, it was a pretty little store. There was very little in terms of things he personally enjoyed, but Ryker was already headed straight for table with the fidget toys on them; practically bouncing the entire way. It was like watching a child find their way around a candy store.

“See anything you like?”

“Are you kidding? I want it all.” As soon as Adam stepped in closer to him, Ryker grabbed him by the hand and held on to it; biting his lower lip. “This was a terrible idea. Gonna walk outta here with nothing left in the bank account and a whole lotta toys.”

Adam rolled his eyes and reached out to grab the rope of a feather-shaped chew necklace. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s all cheap. Grab what you want. I get paid tomorrow anyways. Do you think Carlos would enjoy something like this?” He held it out to him. “Might stop him from chewing on his sleeves so much.”

“Yeah, it might!” the taller one of the two chirped. Then he turned to look at Adam again, as if trying to get a sense of his tone. Adam found that sometimes he couldn’t tell, nor could he identify sarcasm or jokes when other people made them. It’d gotten worse over the past year or two, but he knew it’d always been there.

“Can I really get what I want?”

Adam shrugged. “Sure. Maybe try and keep it under twenty dollars, but I’m not gonna be mad if you go over. Besides, you’ll have heaps of new stuff to show Carlos when we get home.”

After excitedly fist-bumping the air, he dove right back into the toys; picking out every colour he liked and gawking over the amount of toys there were that he’d never even seen before. If it weren’t for the fact that he kept turning around and showing Adam everything he picked up, he could have sworn the guy had forgotten he was even there.

It must have been nearly forty five minutes of wandering the toy store and chatting to the worker before Ryker finally announced that he was ready. By then, he had both his hands full with toys and a sheepish grin on his face as he sidled up to the counter to pay for them.

“Carlos is gonna love these,” he said confidently, already placing each toy inside the bag as she scanned them. “Maybe I should make a communal area for my toys so he can use them, too?”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’re usually super cagey about people touching them.”

“Yeah! I mean – usually I am, yeah, but this is Carlos. I trust him.” He shuffled back and forth on his feet for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next. “Plus… it’s kinda nice having someone around that understands the enjoyment of these kinds of things. I love you, but you’re kinda boring.”

“Me?” Adam sputtered. He could hear the woman behind the counter snickering. “Boring? I think not.”

Ryker leaned down to kiss his temple. “Of course not.”

After they’d finished paying, the two placed their stuff in the car and made a quick trip to the post office to pick up a package that had arrived several days ago. It was addressed to Ryker, who decided to open it before they headed home.

Despite not looking over at him, Adam could practically feel Ryker’s body stiffening the moment he read the note that was attached to the inside of the box.

“Who’s it from?”

“My dad,” he answered, voice lowering a little in volume as he placed the note down and slowly began to examine each of the things inside the box. There were several scrapbooks and dozens of loose photographs inside, all facing downwards. As soon as he flipped the first one over, Adam felt his stomach lurch.

Ryker’s balled up hands shook as he looked at each of the photos, one by one. Each of them involved Carlos, either restrained in some way or so beat up that he couldn’t have made it too far anyway. He had no clothes on in any of them, and there was blood splattered everywhere. All the photos seemed to have a similar theme. In some of them, he had a gag in his mouth. In others, it was a muzzle that clearly burned wherever it touched him. Despite the vampire’s inability to be affected by drugs, he looked as if he’d been given something.

Maybe it was just the lack of food.

Adam reached out to take Ryker’s hand into his own, slipping his fingers between his larger ones in an attempt to gain his attention. “I think we need to put them away.”

“Fucking monster.” Ryker put the now-crumpled photos back into the box and tossed it into the back seat. Adam could see his face getting redder and redder with every passing minute, and he wasn’t sure how to help. “How can anyone be that fucking cruel? I didn’t-“

He suddenly paused, as if trying to compose himself before he started talking again. Adam heard him suck in a breath before releasing it again; the hand that was in his never loosening.

“I knew he liked hurting him, but I had no idea about the photos he took of him when he did. Some of them look like they were taken recently. Like… a-week-before-I-picked-him-up recent. What am I supposed to tell him when we get home? ‘Hey, there’s a box in the back of my car with a heap of vulnerable photos of you in it’?”

“We’ll figure that out. Carlos isn’t expecting us home for another hour, so how about we buy some food and sit by the water for a while? Might help you to clear your head a bit before we head back.”

After a long pause, Adam felt Ryker lean his head on his shoulder and wordlessly nod; huffing slightly under his breath. “Do you feel like ice cream?”

Adam snorted. “Sure.”

Carlos was curled up on the couch with the animals when the humans finally arrived home almost an hour later.

“Good afternoon!” he chirped, a lazy smile on his face as he waved at them from under the quilt that was usually draped over the side of the couch. He made a brief attempt to crawl out from underneath the pets but the weight of them kept him grounded, so he was forced to greet them from afar. “Did you have a good time?”

“We most certainly did,” Adam answered on his way to the kitchen. “Ryker got a heap of new things for you both to use.”

The vampire immediately lit up and turned his attention back to Ryker, who offered a smile of his own the moment he saw that he was looking at him. “Really? Like what?”

“Do you remember when I showed you all the stress toys I have in my cupboard? Well, I found a new place that’s opened up that sells them, so I may have gone and bought a heap of stuff. Including this necklace,” he said as he reached into the bag. As soon as he handed it to him, Carlos took it and smiled; commenting on how pretty it is.

“You think so? Well, then it’s both aesthetically pleasing and useful. We got it for you to chew on. Thought it might help stop you from chewing on your sleeves so much.”

Carlos tilted his head. “Does it work?”

“Sure! Lots of people use them, especially those with anxiety. You don’t have to use it like that if you don’t want to, but we saw it and thought it might help you.”

Much to Ryker’s delight, Carlos seemed to love it. He slipped it around his neck and tucked it inside his shirt, admitting that he wanted to keep it clean while he cuddled with the animals. The rest of the toys were tucked safely away inside the cupboard that held all Ryker’s other things until he was able to find a communal area to put them in.

“So…”

Ryker jumped the moment he heard Adam’s voice from the bedroom door. He sat up a little and glanced over at him, just to see him leaning against the doorframe with a hand on his hip.

“You gonna talk to him about those photos?”

“No.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Slumping back against the headboard once more, Ryker pulled his favourite pillow close to his chest and continued to squeeze the pink stress ball in his hand. Though he tried his damn hardest not to let it show, he felt sick. Through all the years that he’d been alive, he’d never known that his father had evidence of the things he’d done. The implications of several photos within that pile weren’t lost on him either. He knew Carlos had been assaulted a lot over the years, both physically and sexually, but he hadn’t realised his own father had contributed to that.

“He doesn’t need to know about those photos,” the human muttered. “Not yet.”

“I think he does need to know-“

“Not yet,” he insisted, firmer this time. “I will tell him when I feel it’s right, but not right now. That fucker has hurt him enough.”

Adam was uncomfortably tentative as he sat down beside him on the bed and let one of his hands come to rest on his thigh. “How would you feel if someone did that to you?” he asked quietly. He no doubt felt Ryker stiffen irritably beside him the moment he asked. That was enough of an answer. “I know you’re doing your best, my love, but this – no matter how hard the conversation may be – is something he deserves to know.”

He was right. Deep down, Ryker knew he was right, though he hated to admit it. The idea of ruining the streak of good days Carlos had been having lately saddened him immensely.

But he was right.

“…I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

Adam pressed his forehead into Ryker’s shoulder and squeezed his thigh. “Thank you. I’m proud of you.”

Ryker merely grunted in response.

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monomythic · 3 months

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DR. PENELOPE CHAMBERS・ AS A RESULT OF ANESTHETICS, THE SURGEON NEED NOT HURRY; HE NEED NOT SYMPATHIZE; HE NEED NOT WORRY; HE CAN CALMLY DISSECT, AS ON A DEAD BODY.

* ◟ : 〔 LAVERNE COX, TRANS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 PENELOPE CHAMBERS , some say you’re a FIFTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both PRACTICAL and DOMINEERING, one can’t help but think of HUMAN by SEVDALIZA when you walk by. are you still the CHIEF OF SURGERY for MANHATTAN GENERAL HOSPITAL, even with your reputation as THE INDOMITABLE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and A MANY-FACED MYTH, GIRL-GHOST-GOD SEWN FROM THE SHELLS OF YOUR PAST SELVES; A PERFECTLY-FOLDED SHEET OF PAPER, EDGES CRISP; THE GLARE OF THE SUN AS YOU LOOK UP, UP, UP, although we can’t help but think of MIRANDA BAILEY ( GREY'S ANATOMY ) + ELEKTRA EVANGELISTA ( POSE ) + SALVATORE TESSIO ( THE GODFATHER ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

01. at a glance.

FULL NAME — penelope chambers

NICKNAMES — Do Not. (penny, penpen, the tyrant, dr. sparklefingers)

GENDER / PRNS — trans woman / she&her

OCCUPATION — chief of surgery and board member of manhattan general hospital.

AFFILIATION — herself and her interests. probably informally aligned with burning gods, but open to plotting :)

AGE — fifty.

BIRTHDAY — july 6th.

02. outside.

FACECLAIM — laverne cox.

HEIGHT — 189 cm / 6 foot 2 in.

PIERCINGS — lobes.

TATTOOS — none.

FASHION SENSE — quiet luxury. often in jewel tones.

03. inside.

MORAL ALIGNMENT — lawful neutral.

CARDINAL VIRTUE — temperance.

CARDINAL SIN — pride.

LIKES — jazz music. the satisfaction of a plan perfectly executed without complication. winning. chess. winning at chess.

DISLIKES — team sports. lawyers. people that talk around a point.

NOTABLE TRAITS — blunt. has an eidetic memory. always seems to move with intention—does not fidget, does not use filler words.

HABITS OF NOTE — pescatarian. only drinks brown liquor, and only drinks it neat, with a splash of water. has a box at both the opera and the ballet.

CURRENT CONCERN — whatever the fuck is going on at anunnaki pharmaceuticals. she's heard the rumors; she doesn't like them.

04. history.

penelope has many nicknames and epithets, but one she particularly relishes (in private, naturally,) is COCKROACH. typically spat with venom, but also the right shape to be forced between gritted teeth, it’s a pejorative, but one that recognizes a fundamental resilience—and wonderfully dramatic, to boot. it’s a shame cockroaches are such unseemly creatures, because penelope bears a sympathetic sort of affinity toward them; like the humble cockroach, penelope has a tendency to show up where she is unwelcome, and is terribly difficult to take down for good. further, like a cockroach, she is endemic to the city itself, which is to say i'd not fault you for believing the story that her birth was a grimy ode to aphrodite: one day, the city’s underbelly opened its dark, gaping maw and spat penelope out, bloody and half-chewed and imbued with knowledge of the body's fundamental prerogative: to survive.

it's certainly a more romantic story than the reality, which is that penelope chambers is a nobody born with nothing but precociousness and a tantalean sort of hunger. but there's certainly a counterpoint to be made that that's enough—particularly when that hunger nets you a free ride to a prestigious university, then the dubious honor of morphing men with machines for the military, then the world, should you want it. with every new role, a new skill, a new limb. an uncharitable mind would call it monstrous, but the more pragmatic know it to be evolution. in this world, your survival is predicated on your value. if you are not born with inherent value, you must create it.

oh, but don't worry; i won't say the quiet part out loud. not when they believe you to have turned over a new leaf, fashioned yourself into a champion of people similarly spat from the beast's belly. not even when you believe it, most days—everything you do is ultimately in service to a greater good. if you must ingratiate yourself with the gangs, with the corps, with the devils that dance in the corner of your eye, so be it. you've started with the hospital, but now what? surely that's not enough, tantalus.

05. headcanons & misc. bits

pen is huge with the linkedin girlboss crowd. absolutely massive.

self-righteous in a way that's hilariously hypocritical. pen ultimately wants to change the systems by working within them, but the problem is that she's aware (though perhaps somewhat in denial) that a single individual is insufficient to do so. very much idealism v. pragmatism tension.

very involved with philanthropic efforts across the city, with particular interests in causes affecting disenfranchised youth and lgbtqia+ issues.

06. wanted connections.

i'll get back to this when i have more than a single braincell 2 throw at the matter. but consider: people pen's fucked, people pen's fucked over, people who have fucked over pen. yahoo.

also i think she's terrible with interpersonal relationships. i think it would be especially funny if she left someone at the altar idk.

ultimately i think pen's at something of a crossroads and dangling over a precipice. as i mentioned, she genuinely seeks to pursue a high-minded sort of idealistic reform; does this mean she goes into politics? does she take more direct action by falling in with one of the organizations working against them? alternately: her hands are already unclean. maybe she ends up falling further in with the gangs, or perhaps is convinced of the futility of altruism and begins working solely in her own interest. i think that pen's connections will be critical in shaping her character arc, which is very exciting!

don't ask me what these connections should be off the top of the melon tho bc i pickled my single braincell and it doesn't. work anymore.

#credit for the blurb at the top goes to a surgeon named david cheever!!#lawlessintro #the indomitable — INTRO.#if u will all politely ignore that this is. 57239250 yrs late.

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heartofspells · 4 months

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You? Or, if someone else has asked, which one has no one asked about that you want to share?

No has asked about YOU! At least not for this round.

It's going to be an AU based on the Netflix show of the same name, though the title will likely change if I ever manage to finish it. And it's definitely got the same...vibes. I took a break from it for a while because it's a lot of creep and heavy stuff packed into each chapter, but it's fun to explore.

I also don't remember what I've shared from it in the past, so if anyone has already seen this, well...happy re-reading if you want?

Oh.

Tall and broad in the shoulders, long black hair pulled away from his face and held in place by a chewed pencil, leather creaking faintly with each movement, the man is a vision under terrible, artificial lighting. Remus tucks closer to a shelf, picking up a prepackaged bag of cat treats – do cats eat treats shaped like fish? – and watches from the corner of his eye.

His hands are large, Remus notices as they skim over boxes of dog treats. Large, but fingers thin, agile, delicate enough to reach down to the terrifying companion at his side, scratching through the black fur surrounding pointed ears like a habit, a calming thing, though for him or the dog, Remus can't be sure yet.

The dog is…admittedly a problem, but Remus is willing to overlook it for now, drawn in by the way teeth bite into a lower lip, pulling it into a mouth as the man drops into deeper thought. He grabs a hefty box, eyes Remus can't see yet skimming the front before he turns it, focusing on the ingredients, and Remus understands.

You care. What you put into that beast's body is important to you, possibly more important than what you put into your own. You want it to be healthy, to live and thrive as long as possible, like the best of friends. And it looks at you as though you've hung the moon and stars. Have you? You have the hands for it, that careful devotion to place them all perfectly where they belong.

The man drops the box into his trolley after a moment of contemplation and then moves forward, the dog following at his side loyally, a practiced ease in their companionship, old and ingrained. At least the thing is trained, not even attached to a lead.

Carefully shuffling away from the shelf, Remus trails behind them at a distance, observing closely until they disappear into the next aisle. When Remus locates them again, remaining at the far end and curiously, cleverly, studying a display of discounted squeaking toys shaped like bones and bears and – of all things – cats, his gaze darts up, watching as the man begins to grab bags of food at least half his size, slinging them into the trolley along with the treats, and Remus frowns, the expression deepening when he moves on from the dog supplies and down to where the cat food is stored, repeating the process.

That's concerning. Who needs that much food? Who has that many pets? Are they pets? You seem…aloof. Possibly cold. You haven't looked at anyone else that's passed you by in the last five minutes, as though they're beneath you. Your clothes are…nice. Expensive, I think, but designed to look as though they're not. Every part of you is carefully curated to tell a story on sight. Well off, not to be bothered, meticulously groomed in an ungroomed, careless way. The leather plays into the persona, stealing away focus from how delicate other parts of you are, adding bulk, making you intimidating at first glance so that people have to look deeper to see what's hidden beneath it.

With four bags of various types and specialty foods loaded into his trolley, the man clicks his tongue at the dog, the pair striding down the aisle and once again disappearing around the corner. Remus considers his options, thinks about not following, but his curiosity gets the better of him, so he pushes forward as well. As he rounds the end of the aisle, he nearly runs bodily into a solid figure, intense, storm grey eyes flashing with lightning as their gazes connect, Remus stumbling backwards several steps in his shock.

"Are you following me?"

Shit.

"No?" says Remus quickly but somehow slowly, those piercing grey eyes not unlocking from his face, dark eyebrows pulling more harshly over his sharp features. "All right, yes," admits Remus finally, but the other man's expression only turns darker, Remus holding up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Sorry. I'm sorry. That wasn't the intention, but it's just…well, that's a great deal of food you've grabbed and I found myself curious."

Those fascinating eyes finally slide away from him, glancing into the loaded trolley at his side, an odd curl overtaking his full lips. Some of the tension leaves the man's face, but only slightly as he angles his stare in Remus' direction again, the large dog standing beside his legs remaining perfectly still and observant.

"I'm not sure why I'm explaining this to a complete stranger," he voices, sounding haughtier than before, a poshness entering his accent that hadn't existed previously, as though he's let himself slip enough to allow it to creep through and hit the air, "but it's called purchasing supplies for animals."

Animals. Plural. Not that it hadn't been readily apparent from the copious amounts of food you've been piling into that trolley, but that should be a red flag, shouldn't it? Mad cat ladies and men spring to mind, but dogs fit in there too if your terrifying companion is any indication. Do you take him everywhere? Why is he just staring at me? What dog doesn't move or sniff? Are you insane?

"That's a lot of animals," spills Remus before he can gain control of his tongue, swallowing any further words as he hides his choking sound. The other man arches one brow, still studying him uncertainly, like he's trying to sort out a unique puzzle. "Sorry," Remus rushes to say. "That was rude. I'm sorry."

The other man hums lowly, his mouth quirking in a different way, one side drawing in and pinching a bit. "I sense judgement," he mutters. "Are you thinking me some mental pet hoarder?"

"Or possibly a farm owner," offers Remus with a polite smile, eyes dropping to the statuesque dog again before flittering back up. "Hopefully the good kind."

"Are you accusing me of owning a puppy farm?"

"No!" cries Remus, waving his hands wildly, the dog and man both tensing with the action. "No, sorry. That – that was a joke."

The mouth twitches again, pulling taut, grey eyes raking down Remus' form quickly before he looks away, gaze shifting around the shelving surrounding them. He exhales a huff of breath, lips parting, relaxing.

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 3.7K

Gavin's home wasn't much to brag about: A small one-bedroom apartment in central Detroit.

Having said that, calling it small was rather generous. Microscopic would have been more accurate - with the main living space barely larger than a walk-in wardrobe. The front door brushed the arm of the couch as Gavin tried to open it, stopping prematurely on a pile of unopened boxes.

"Don't mind the mess", Gavin excused before sliding himself through the partially open doorway. "Just moved in a few months ago. Haven't finished unpacking."

Nines seemed dubious about stepping through the narrow passage. Its hands found the door frame and inside panel, measuring the space between them. After a moment of calculation, the android steadily pressed its body through the gap, joining Gavin in his living room.

Despite its size, Gavin was proud of what he had been able to do with the place, having taken the sterile walls and fixtures and dressing them with much-needed character. He removed his coat, hanging it on a nearby hook, before bending down to remove his shoes. Nines mirrored his actions, sliding off his CyberLife jacket.

"I would think that a few months would have been sufficient time to unpack, Detective" Nines placed the jacket neatly on an adjacent hook. "I wager the delay has more to do with a lack of space."

"Yeah, well, there is that. I'm still working out the logistics..." Gavin quickly trailed off, his brow knotted together as he watched his partner.

He had never seen Nines without its jacket, nor had anyone else at the precinct. Despite clothes with 'android identifiers' no longer being legally mandated, Nines had remained perplexingly attached to its original uniform, despite its gaudy design. In the absence of the striking whites and blues, it appeared strangely exposed. Its black under-shirt clung closely to its chest and back as if painted directly onto its chassis. When its body moved, it betrayed the outline of well-defined synthetic muscles.

While the intention behind this was likely to intimidate, much like many of Nines' physical attributes, Gavin couldn't help but appreciate that it was pleasing to look at. The Detective allowed his gaze to linger a little longer than it should, taking advantage of the fact that Nines was still turned away from him.

Gavin could see the entirety of Nines' upper legs and thighs. Unsurprisingly, they were chiselled to near perfection. What did catch him off guard, however, was that the same level of care and craftsmanship appeared to have gone into shaping its ass.

What practical purpose that served was beyond him. Perhaps it could be argued that it added to the android's authenticity, but Gavin believed it was more likely the work of a particularly perverted engineer.

"You are a fan of horror films", Nines stated, scanning the framed movie posters in Gavin's landing. "More specifically, occult classics from the late twentieth century."

When the mortifying reality hit him of who – or what – he had just been staring at, Gavin swiftly looked away.

"Dad loved his horror", He said hurriedly, for once grateful at Nines' propensity to comment on menial details. "Got me into it young. I'd watched most of the Nightmare movies before I started junior high."

Gavin found a strange comfort in the haggard features of his favourite slasher icons. Vivid memories flooded his senses. The smell of popcorn, the warmth of blankets, and a burst of rich, jeering laughter that he had not heard in twenty-three years.

"That hardly seems like appropriate viewing material for such a young child" Nines sounded not dissimilar to a disapproving schoolteacher. "Was your father aware that most of these films possess an R rating?."

Gavin was pulled from his nostalgic fantasy, and he met Nines' unwelcome intrusion with an icy glare.

"It didn't do me any harm", He defended, with a firmness that informed Nines this was not a topic up for debate. The android was dancing a line that Gavin would happily be killed over. "Just meant I didn't grow up to be a total pussy."

Nines met the hostility with its usual measured composure. It nodded in quiet acknowledgement, slowly turning its head towards him. "Do you have a favourite film?"

Gavin was a little taken aback, surprised at the android's lack of hesitance. It had asked the question with an uncharacteristic social fluidity, and Gavin met this with a level of guarded anticipation "Why do you care?"

The android's LED faded to yellow, undermining its previous air of confidence. As it silently pursed its lips, ostensibly unsure of what else to say, Gavin felt validated in his suspicions. Undoubtedly, it had been trying to gauge the success of their 'human bonding' experience. Quantifying it's partners response and attributing it to an overall score for their relationship.

He had experienced it countless times with other androids, and it never failed to piss him off. It wasn't unlike human brown-nosing, but it felt colder - more manipulative. The work of a carefully designed algorithm to make a machine seem more amiable.

"You don't actually care, do you?" Gavin challenged. He watched as his partner's LED continued to cycle yellow, and its lip twitched.

"I do not", Nines conceded, shrugging its shoulders. "I believe I am trying to engage in what humans refer to as 'small talk'"

"Well, you're shit at it", he snidely retorted. Nines' lip twitched again – albeit far more noticeably. It stepped closer to Gavin, taking full advantage of its impressive height. The slighter man was soon boxed against the wall as Nine's loomed over him. Quiet, exuding an air of control.

"To no fault of my own, CyberLife did not provide me with a complex social protocol. When taking part in a conversation, I learn from experience. I am only ever as adept as the partner I am engaging with."

Gulping to catch his breath, Gavin stared up at his partner, resenting how his body betrayed him. He didn't appreciate being this close, and he could tell that Nines was aware of this.

The twisted bastard was toying with him. Masterfully exploiting his weakness. He could feel his legs buckle - as his chest tightened from the oppressive air surrounding him.

"Fuck you."

"Aside from showing me your lovely home. "Nines pulled back, its strain on the word 'lovely' grating on Gavin desperately. "What exactly are we doing here, Detective?"

"Stick it up your ass." He turned away, dropping to the floor and surveying beneath the nearby furniture. With his search coming back empty, he grunted in annoyance, "Where the hell - she's probably not coming out because she's scared of you, tin-can."

"She?"

"Tiff, I'm home", Gavin called out, scooting away from the sofa and looking into the kitchen. Receiving no response, he called again, "Tiffany! Come here, girl."

Nines was fervently scanning its surroundings - with the same meticulous attention to detail it used when examining crime scenes. It concluded its search at the corner of the room, next to Gavin's TV, and zoned in on an object of interest. A large cat tree.

"Tiffany is your pet."

"No shit", he muttered, standing up from his crouched position. As he did so, he kicked away some of the junk that was gathered at his feet. Namely, a series of empty beer cans and a squeaky mouse toy. "Have you not seen the cat hairs all over my clothes? So much for being a super detective."

"I was aware that you have a cat", the android replied, slowly shaking its head. "I thought for a moment that you may be cohabiting. Although a quick review of your personnel file suggested that this was unlikely."

"Oh yeah? And why is it so fuckin' unlikely?"

"Because your files indicate that you are recently single. Not to mention, the name 'Tiffany' would suggest a female-presenting individual, which would be inconsistent with your established orientation."

"That is – you –" Gavin stuttered, struggling to process the unabashed boldness of the android's words. "That is none of your business."

"I wouldn't have thought that you would have taken issue in me stating the obvious: You answered 'Homosexual' quite openly on the most recent police census." Something devious seemed to flash in Nines' eyes, its lips curling upwards before it continued, "Not to mention, when in the proximity of conventionally attractive males, your physical responses are frequently consistent with that of sexual arousal."

"Why did I let you into my house?" Gavin cut the android off quickly, trembling with repressed anger and embarrassment. "Go wait in the rain. I'm done with you."

"I am afraid I cannot do that. If I leave this building, I cannot ensure that you will return to the station, and I require your assistance in reviewing our case."

"Well, shut up then", he snapped back, seething under his breath. "Stop being an asshole for five minutes and shut your damn mouth."

Gavin rounded the side of his couch, reaching out for the door to his bathroom, which had been left slightly ajar. As he did so, he could hear a faint yowling from behind the wall. Pressing his ear closer, he confirmed his suspicions when the yowling grew louder and more impatient.

"There she is. Probably stuck in the bath again" Finding the door handle, Gavin went to enter the room - before stopping himself suddenly. He glared back at his partner, pointing a finger commandingly, "You wait there."

"I can assure you that isn't necessary" Nines took a step forward, disregarding the demand. "I am quite comfortable in the presence of felines."

"It isn't about you being comfortable, genius. It's about her not freaking the fuck out."

Nines stilled, taking the information in, "...I take it she is not particularly friendly?"

"No, she isn't." Pulling the handle back, he sighed as Nines' deterrence proved only temporary. Its measured pacing followed behind him, steadily gaining speed. "Just keep your distance and don't make any sudden movements. Got it?".

Nines hummed, and with some reluctance, Gavin fully opened the door. He tried his best to ignore the shambles that was his bathroom. The bin was overflowing with used tissues and toilet roll tubes. A stubble-filled razor sat in his sink, and the mirror was noticeably spotty. He couldn't remember the last time it had all been cleaned. Living alone and rarely having guests, it hardly seemed necessary.

He was confident that Nines was examining it all. Counting the bacteria as they multiplied on every filthy surface.

A pair of large, green eyes peered up at him from inside the bathroom – accompanied by perked ears and a restless tail. There was another low, restless yowl, and Gavin chuckled affectionately. He knelt next to the bath, resting on the discoloured mat, before reaching in.

"Come on, wide load. I know you can get out yourself. You don't need to be airlifted."

Gavin stood up, cradling the cat deftly in one arm. It let out another disapproving growl, and he used his free hand to scratch the top of its head. Any remaining hostility in the animal melted into a series of soft purrs.

Nines watched from the sidelines. "She's pregnant", It announced, eyes darting between the cat and Gavin. "Were you aware?"

Gavin grimaced, holding Tiffany carefully as he carried her out of the bathroom. "I'm aware. Must have been a stray. Getting his dick wet is about to cost me a small fortune in vet bills."

"Do you intend on keeping the babies?"

"Hell no. I can barely afford to keep this one."

Gavin made his way to the kitchen, with Nines following close behind. There had been a peculiar shift in the android's demeanour since it had locked eyes with Tiffany. Its attention never once strayed from the cat, and it met her apprehensive gaze with a look of almost child-like curiosity. Its trademark staunch posture had relaxed, with its chin lowered and shoulders slack.

It didn't take Gavin long to reach the kitchen, albeit it was also difficult to climb his way into. His trash can was packed to the brim with pizza boxes and takeout containers. A couple had slipped off the pile, littering the floor. He could sense Nines was staring at them, desperate to clean them up.

It was one of the first obviously deviant traits that Gavin had noticed about his partner. Despite not having any biological reason to be concerned with contamination, nor having any form of domestic programming, Nines had a complete obsession with cleanliness.

This showed on its desk at work, which was always meticulously cleaned and organised, even by android standards. When not at its desk, it could often be found stalking the break room, sweeping up debris or garbage, and washing discarded mugs.

Gavin made a mental note to add 'Mary Poppins' to its growing roster of nicknames.

With Tiffany set down next to her food bowl, Gavin opened a nearby cupboard to retrieve her lunch. Scanning his eyes over the dozens of identical cheap cat food packets, he selected one from the front row and ripped the seal "Mystery meat giblets with jelly and eyelids. Bon appetite."

Pouring the contents into the empty bowl, Gavin watched as his cat's nose twitched approvingly. Within seconds, she was face down, happily scarfing down the contents.

"My scanners indicate that the meat is poultry, with some additional supplements and flavour enhancers" Nines had leant forward to examine the food dish, albeit keeping a sufficient distance to not disturb Tiffany. "The balance of proteins and vitamins should provide more than adequate nutrition."

"Heh, is that so" Gavin hummed, discarding the empty cat food pouch on a nearby counter. "Good to know that what I'm feeding her isn't total shit. She seems to like it, anyway, which is all that matters".

"I would surmise that she eats better than you, Detective."

It seemed as though Nines wished to say more, but it decided not to labour the point. After one final inspection of Tiffany, its posture relaxed again, giving a subtle nod of approval. "Her vitals are all normal, and her physical appearance suggests optimal health. You are taking excellent care of her."

Gavin gave Nines a look of trepidation, folding his arms with a quiet scoff. "Since when are you capable of giving compliments?"

"It was not intended as a compliment. I was making an observation," Nines paused for a moment, eyes darting to the side - as if weighing up its choice of words carefully "...Feel free to interpret it as one, though, should you wish."

Gavin tsked under his breath, rolling his eyes. "Let me guess: Connor taught you say that? Don't start pulling that faux-compassion shit on me. It isn't going to work."

Tiffany clearly didn't appreciate Gavin's attention wandering as she began to loudly meow and mewl between bites of her lunch. "Jeez, you're a needy bitch..." He crouched down on the floor, gently palming the top of the cat's head "There, head scratches. Are you happy now?"

Nines watched as Tiffany leant into Gavin's touch, rubbing back against the digits as she continued to eat her food. It slowly began to lower itself to its knees and started to creep its way closer to where Gavin was standing.

"Hey, watch it", Gavin warned, holding out a hand to halt his partner. "I'm not kidding around, Nines. She hates everyone. Get any closer, and you'll be android sashimi."

To the android's credit, it complied, but with an expression on its face that Gavin was unsure how to process. Its grey eyes had widened a bit, and its pupils were blown. Almost pleading. Like a child who had just been told they were not allowed to pet a service dog.

Gavin would have probably missed it if he had not been paying attention. With a blink, its eyes narrowed once more, and it briskly stood up from the ground, smoothing its trousers.

"Very well."

Gavin clicked his tongue at this, gently shaking his head "Well shit. You actually listened to what I said. Full of surprises today, aren't ya?"

"I could say the same thing about you, Detective Reed."

Realising this was no longer about the cat, Gavin quickly tensed up. He despaired at the direction the conversation was heading in - and desperately hoped that he may be wrong.

"What do you mean by that?

"In the time we have been working together, I have come to observe some unusual patterns in your behaviour", Nines clarified, hands folded behind its back. "While you choose to present yourself as an inherently hostile and uncooperative individual, this is inconsistent with your underlying motivations."

"Nines, where are you going with this?"

"There must have been a reason that you joined the police force. A cynic might say a desire for power. Still, I wager the reason to be more compassionate" Nines took a moment to assess Gavin's face, focused on him like a silent viper, "You desire to protect those you deem vulnerable. In turn, this makes you feel more assured. Powerful."

Gavin felt his heart sink. This was what he got for letting his guard down at Chicken Feed. He'd had more than enough failed attempts at therapy to know he didn't like things getting 'too' personal. It was bad enough having a human shower him with false sympathy. With an android, it was even more insulting.

"Are you fucking psychoanalysing me?"

"Whilst preoccupied with archaic views on strength and masculinity, you are a deeply sensitive person. Perhaps wounded from some unresolved trauma. This results in a great deal of insecurity for you."

"You are, aren't you?" Gavin stepped back away from his cat, folding his arms defensively. "Look, I've been real nice to you today, tin-can. Taken you out to lunch, put up with your shit, but this is where I draw the line -"

"- I wouldn't call it psychoanalysis", Nines cut him off. "I am simply assessing your physical response to specific statements and stimuli."

LED spinning yellow, Nines paused for a moment. It seemed to be mulling over something, determining its next words carefully "Your insecurity is unwarranted, at least as it pertains to this aspect of yourself. While you are brash and uncouth, and your work ethic severely lacking, I am remiss to admit that there may be some qualities that are... endearing about you."

Its voice shifted at the end of the sentence. Turning light, more feminine. A swift realisation hit Gavin, and he froze.

What the Hell. How long had it been listening to Tina and me back in the canteen?

Just how much did it hear?

"You ever going to get tired of playing games with me?" Gavin hissed back at Nines aggressively. "I bet you think this is funny, don't you?"

"Perhaps."

There was something about the way Nines raised its brows. The way its lips tugged at a smirk that never fully formed. Gavin knew he should be angry – he wanted to be. If this had been anyone else – android or not – he wouldn't have hesitated to sock them straight in the jaw. To strike that smug look clean from their face. But even if Nines wasn't the powerhouse it undoubtedly was, Gavin was finding it increasingly difficult to act on his more aggressive instincts.

There was something about that damn face.

"You know what? Break times' over. Let's talk about work" Gavin shook himself from his unwanted trail of thought. He pulled out from beneath his table before slumping himself down with a long huff. "What do we know about our killer so far?"

Nines seemed surprised by Gavin's willingness to talk about work – but pleased nonetheless. Its eyes shuttered closed as it accessed information before opening once more. "There have been no eyewitnesses come forward to either murder. Aside from what we have ascertained in regards to their clothing - namely that they were wearing a black polyester jacket at the time they murdered the MJ100 - we have little to go on in terms of a physical profile."

"That's just peachy, Nines, but I asked what we did know. Your signals jammed or something?"

Nines did not answer immediately, seeming distracted by something at its feet. Gavin looked down, realising that Tiffany had finished her lunch and was now sniffing curiously around the android's feet. He tensed instinctively, awaiting the onslaught of teeth and claws. When no such attack transpired, Gavin found himself completely dumbfounded.

"Well, I'll be damned."

"In regards to the first case, a contact number for Thod Graws has been found in the HR400's diary" Nines snapped its attention away from the animal, cheeks tinged with dusty blue, mimicking a blush. Gavin wondered if it might be embarrassed. If the android could even feel embarrassment.

"We have been able to trace the number, as well as the SIM card, to its last known location. An outgoing call was made to the victim from a Cedars Model approximately 12 hours before the murder. No doubt to arrange a booking for the victim's services."

Gavin hummed in intrigue, leaning back in his chair "Worth asking the guy working the desk if they saw anything suspicious..." He caught a glimpse at the wall clock behind Nines' head, wincing at what he saw. "Might have to wait until tomorrow, though. You were right; we've gone well over an hour. Fowler is going to fucking lynch me."

"For what it is worth, I haven't found this experience completely abhorrent" Nines looked down at his feet again, hands clutched firmly to its sides but fingers twitching involuntarily. As if it were fighting all temptation to reach down and pet the cat, "I have enjoyed meeting Tiffany."

"You weren't kidding about that whole comfortable thing. I wouldn't have pegged you for an animal lover."

"I have had limited experience with animals since my liberation. I do, however, believe that their company is often more pleasant than humans."

To Gavin's surprise, he laughed at that. An honest, genuine laugh – with no hidden spite or vitriol.

"Yeah, well, I guess we can agree on that one."

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ask: i have a request for one where han gets nauseous and sick while 3racha were recording and chan and changbin comfort him. thanks so much!

this is a submission for @monthofsick day 6!

tw: vomiting

worse at night ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

recording had been going well all day - the group was cruising through songs for their next album at record speed. they were in such great shape that it looked like they might even be able to have their comeback early. to congratulate themselves and regain a bit of energy, the members of 3racha grabbed a bit to eat before returning to the studio around 9 pm to finish up some post-production work for a few hours.

as they walked back to the studio, changbin noticed that jisung had boxed up almost his entire meal. he’d known that the younger man had been enduring a headache all day, but he’d assumed it had gotten better as jisung had seemed in high spirits throughout the day. now he was notably dragging his feet.

changbin kept a close eye on him as they settled back in and was relieved when jisung regained a bit of color and pep after sitting down and having some water. changbin wrote it off as dehydration, which was alarmingly common for the youngest member of 3racha, and made sure to encourage him to drink more throughout the next hour and a half. by 11 o’clock, they were all tired and had drifted into their own little worlds, ironing out some lyrics and nitpicking each other’s edits. changbin was thinking about calling it when a quiet and unsteady voice broke the silence.

“hyung,” jisung’s voice wavered. changbin’s head whipped towards him, and chan’s did the same next to him. “i think i should go home.”

that much was evident even without it being vocalized. within 30 minutes, jisung had gone from looking like a guy with a moderately bad headache to sweating enough that the studio lights glistened off of the side of his washed-out face.

“what happened?” chan asked. jisung shrugged. the combination of flushed cheeks and heavily bagged eyes made him look both very young and much older than he really was. changbin couldn’t stop himself from placing his forehead on jisung’s head, just to confirm the near-surety that he had a fever

“i just started feeling worse the later it got.” he slumped forward on the desk in front of him, breaths coming deep and slow and erratic. changbin watched jisung’s hand drift to his stomach and made eye contact with chan. these were, unfortunately, not unfamiliar gestures to either of them.

“your stomach’s acting up?” chan asked, only to earn himself another shrug.

“jisungie, do you think you’re gonna throw up?” changbin was reaching for the trash can beside the desk even as jisung robotically shook his head. mere seconds later, he ducked his head under the desk with a heady belch that escalated into an aborted heave.

“fuuuuuuuck,” jisung groaned, reluctantly accepting the receptacle that changbin practically pushed into his hands. “i feel so sick all of a sudden, i don’t know urk!” he lurched over the trash can, only to expel air. “don’t know what happened.”

chan and changbin watched helplessly as jisung’s thin frame jolted forward with multiple aborted heaves, not knowing whether to offer a comforting touch or give him space.

“you guys can leave,” jisung choked out. “you don’t need to, uh…” his body drifted dizzily from side to side as if he was having trouble holding himself upright until chan placed two hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“don’t worry about us, sung, just focus on yourself for now, yeah?”

changbin nodded. “we’ll stick with you until you’re okay to head back home.”

for a moment, jisung’s face was open, vulnerable, and grateful. he leaned into chan’s side, and clutched changbin’s hand in a vice grip as his stomach gurgled ominously. for a moment, it was quiet and calm, and only the sounds of jisung’s labored breathing could be heard. changbin felt a pinprick of sharp malice towards the world for making his hardworking teammate suffer so intensely. then jisung’s back arched suddenly, an obvious reaction to his stomach muscles contracting, and a tentative heave brought up a small mouthful of puke splashing into the trashcan.

changbin’s own heart-rate kicked up as the stench of barf hit his nostrils. jisung’s hand squeezed tighter on his own and the sick man made a noise of disgust, or possibly regret. it was too late to go back now, though. the floodgates had been opened and, accompanied by a full-body shudder a massive amount of vomit gushed forth. jisung got no more than a whimper in before the second powerful rush, and by the third, his grip on changbin’s hand weakened while the older boy’s did the opposite, clenching tight as jisung was wrung out.

“breathe, sung,” changbin said. on jisung’s other side, chan brushed his hands through sweaty hair, but it didn’t seem to have the soothing effect he was going for as jisung continued to cough and sputter, lips dripping with rapidly accumulating spit.

“i can’t,” jisung gasped. “can’t breathe. make it stop.”

changbin wished desperately that he could. “soon, jisungie,” he said instead, but his words were drowned out by a gut-wrenching and drawn out belch. a dark stream of liquified stomach contents splattered against plastic.

“i want this to stop,” jisung whispered, voice rough from rawness. “i want to go home.”

“you’re doing so well, baby,” chan broke in, but jisung only shook his head, tears rolling down his face freely. changbin checked his temperature again and was unsurprised to find that the heat of jisung’s forehead had intensified. after two aborted heaves in quick succession, changbin offered a water bottle.

“you’ll feel worse if you get dehydrated.”

“too sick,” jisung choked out, jaw clamped tightly shut. changbin’s heart clenched.

“you gotta relax a bit, buddy,” chan brushed a gentle hand up and down jisung’s spine. his muscles unwound minutely and the retching tapered off. he looked like a rag doll, completely drained of energy. changbin’s arms opened wide, inviting a hug, and jisung leaned into his embrace. after a few moments changbin heard jisung’s breath slowing down and evening out.

“do you feel okay to head home now?” chan asked. the clock on the wall read 11:53 but changbin felt like they’d been stuck there in a room smelling of puke for days. he could only imagine how jisung was feeling.

“i’m so tired, hyung,” jisung mumbled. “wanna go home and sleep.”

changbin helped him to his feet. “let’s go home, then.”

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