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Hello! You can totally ignore if this isn’t up your alley but you could write something about suguru watching reader from afar while they grieve him for leaving? Either it’s super sad or twisted cause he feels happy that you love him enough to grieve him
I also could send in nsfw requests if you want those too
“the choiceless grief that drove him underground.”
contents: f!reader, mentions of guilt, stalking, & mass murder. both characters express grief in different ways. bit of callous/twisted suguru, a nod to his dacryphilia as well. mainly angsty but i guess at the core of it… it’s sweet? w.c: ~ 1.4k
a/n: rem, i owe you my life & then some! :’) thank you SO much for the concept idea! <3 i love delving into the twisted/not-so pretty parts of suguru so i hope you enjoy! :D
the premise of the situation is quite… haunting.
to mourn a friend, (‘a lover’ — his voice gently admonishes from the back of your mind), who isn’t dead.
he still roams around the aether — akin to a ghost. and here you are, grieving a corporeal phantom of your past.
both you and suguru have a penchant for nostalgia, him moreso than you. it’s why he’s here now at the foothills of mount mushiro, camouflaging himself into the shadows of the night, depleting his own cursed energy so there’s not a single trace of him left. he stands there in a vantage point hidden behind massive japanese oak trees, a lonely specter peering wistfully at his dearly beloved.
ex-beloved, rather, he should say.
it was of his own volition anyways.
your lack of cursed energy leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he remembers why he despises you so. the healed x-shaped scar on his chest burns and he wants to give you a matching one on your heart, as a reminder. you’re worse than a curse, he forces himself to seethe. heavenly restriction, huh? nothing heavenly about you…
a sick part of suguru wants to finally see you shatter — to watch someone as powerful as you break down and wail with such unbridled anguish, to hear your sorrowful screams pierce through the night sky like a gunshot wound to the head. something about imagining the way your tears would stick to your lashes makes his heart beat unbearably fast from within his ribcage. from sadness or intrigue, he doesn’t quite know…
he just selfishly craves to be the cause of it. to have you drown in tears of melancholy & be sundered by it like a tsunami of eerie desolation — to be plagued with devotion and corruption. just like him.
he wants you to get on your hands and knees and prostrate yourself to him — to lower yourself at his feet.
beneath him.
where you should be.
to apologize for being you. to apologize for coming into his life. to apologize for making him fall in love. to apologize for being his greatest curse. his greatest regret.
(regret for loving you or regret for leaving you… he’s not sure, yet. he’ll decide when he’s of more sound mind.)
yet all he gets is… just you… sitting there. expressionless.
suguru huffs quietly, his low-lidded gaze is heavy with fatigue and slight boredom. his soft exhales turn into smoky vapor in front of him, evaporating within seconds. he tediously redirects his amber irises back at you, observing you like a science experiment, scrutinizing your every move… only if you had done something, of course.
he notes that your stony face betrays no emotions, your body is rigid as if in living rigor-mortis. he surmises that the only thing that differentiates you from the zen statues around you is the gentle wisps of your hair across your face courtesy of the cold wind, crisp due to the night air.
before he realizes it, suguru’s fingers involuntarily twitch.
muscle memory.
(the same fingers have brushed against the plush of your cheek, caressed your hair & gently moved the strands away from your face. soft finger-pads outlined your lips gently, the shape of your cupid’s bow committed to memory. suguru figured the name was quite apt… he found himself wholly enraptured & in love.
hit by eros’ arrow the very moment he laid eyes on you — his lighthouse. his demise.)
a slight sniffle breaks suguru out of his reverie. he snaps his head back up at you, pierced brows furrowed and bright ochre eyes wide. he ignores the pang in his chest, his shock overtaking his senses leaving him paralyzed.
are you…?
your reddened eyes flit towards the foliage where suguru hides behind, and you softly rasp out a tired sigh. your lack of words are far more frigid than the midnight air, causing an ice cold shiver to run through suguru’s spine.
forcing the constriction in his throat back down, he exhales shakily, in a state of utter shock.
right.
heightened senses. superhuman physical capabilities. you always knew where suguru was before he ever knew where you were. a relationship of mutual indulgence — you pretend you don’t see him, and he pretends that you don’t know where he is at all times. as if you haven’t memorized his scent, his mannerisms, his soul. as if you couldn’t recognize him through physical vibrations alone.
just pretend you don’t see me now… indulge me one last time… please.
muscle memory.
you look away.
you focus your gaze towards the skyline of bountiful forest green trees, impeccable eyesight zeroing in on a tree with a heart carved around both his and your initials upon the espresso bark. the same tree where you had rested your head on suguru’s lap while he read his favorite books to you. the same tree where you had both shared your first kiss. the same tree where you had found out from a dear friend that suguru had murdered a whole village — some bullshit about him wanting to create a world with no curses. no non-sorcerers. no you.
you once playfully joked to suguru that you loved him more than he loved you. you remember the way his fists clenched at his sides, the furrow in his brow coupled with the immediate narrowing of his eyes, along with the slight snarl in his lip and voice pierced your soul as he resolutely scolded you — no one could ever love as deeply, as passionately, as genuinely as he loves you.
loved, rather, you should say.
what a fuckin’ liar.
…
in a blink of an eye, you disappear.
like a ghost.
you leave suguru alone to his own futile devices. he figures it’s fair, to indulge you one last time too, allowing you the ‘last laugh’, though he knows there’s no victors in this sick game that’s being played. he’s walked away from you before, it’s only fitting you do the same to him now.
his feet drag him to where you were hunched over before, his brain unable to catch up to what his body is doing. something glints in the moonlight, there in your stead, atop the plush green grass.
he crouches down, picking up the small photograph. the faded polaroid feels far heavier in his hand than he would think. a delicious shiver runs down suguru’s spine when he realizes his fingertips are touching where yours have touched. the bitterness that found its way in his mouth in the beginning washes away, leaving only a sickly sweet flavor that surrounds his mouth like pillowy cotton candy.
it’s one he hasn’t seen. you must’ve kept this with you all this time, he muses.
a photo, a candid, of him.
the pink sakura petals offered up a beautiful backdrop after a mission you two took in kyoto. back then, his smile was genuine & unbelievably wide — pearly whites on display, his pierced cherry red lips matched the camellia red blush that painted his cheeks — no doubt from your flirtatious comments of his beauty. his eyes were squinted, a photo you took of him while mid-laugh. he pushed his bangs aside while speaking to you, wanting to give you his full attention. the promise ring on his finger glinted in the sunlight along with the silver hairpin you gifted him moments before you took the photo, its amethyst gem dangling above his bun. a beacon of light.
a sign of devotion, of unending love. a promise.
suguru’s heart feels a bit heavier than he would like it to, yet the soft smile that graces his features is the most genuine form of adoration he’s exhibited since his defection. inundated with grief, you still held on to him.
an anchor of your past. a plague of your present. a welcoming calamity of your future.
“you still love me too, huh?” he softly whispers into the night, a sad smile on his face.
he gazes up at the moon. it looks quite beautiful tonight. he silently hopes you’re staring at it too.
thinking of him the same way he’s thinking of you.
#geto suguru x reader#getou suguru x reader#geto x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#if it’s in a jjk au TRUST my readers will ALWAYS have heavenly restriction… it’s just so delicious coupled w suguru’s character arc#my writings#personal
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Hurts Like Hell
prompt: first part of the ps au 😗 I hope you all enjoy
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YN wasn’t nervous, she had never felt like that while performing in front of an audience or camera. She was confident in her curves and the beauty of her face, her quirky but sweet as honey personality.
She never thought she’d do porn - in all honesty but it was sort of a perfect storm when she broke up with her ex who she swore up and down was her soulmate that she was going to spend the rest of her life with and she got fired from her steady, reliable job that was getting her through graduate school.
The sudden lack of sex and money - well it made the most logical sense to her and once she realized how amazing the income was, she was hooked.
She was completely financially stable now, having paid off her school in full as well as her condominium with a pretty large amount in her savings.
YN mainly did cam work, making boatloads from private virtual shows and doing silly, basic things that got her tips generously.
She rarely did shoots with other actors, she wasn’t against having sex with strangers but she didn’t find that she enjoyed much either.
She knew she didn’t necessarily have to love it because it was her job but it almost made her stomach turn too much to want to do it.
The thing was, despite how many scenes (which wasn’t many) she’s had with different men and occasionally women, they could never make her come, or even get her wet enough where they wouldn’t have to use lubrication.
Nowhere close.
YN never got that tight burning feeling in the pit of her tummy that signaled she was about to feel a burst of euphoria that she craved.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t able to, she knew she wasn’t broken, and before this she wouldn’t have said that it was ever necessarily difficult to find release but it just didn’t happen like before.
Instead it always felt like a build-up to nothing, no matter how much they rubbed her clit or teased her nipples - nothing simmered to the surface and every experience had fallen flat.
It was the main reason that she did web shows and OnlyFans because at least she could guarantee that she could get herself off and not rely on anyone to do it for her and fail.
No one had ever made her come but her ex.
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“You need to give me one more,” He huffed outbetween pants as he rolled his hips in perfectly to hit her spot, his thumb unrelenting in her swollen bud, “One more than I’ll run you a nice bath and cuddle you t’sleep like the lil’ pillow princess you are.”
“S’too much,” YN sniffles with a frustrated whine as she wriggled her hips forward to get more friction than away when it was overwhelming - fat tears down her cheeks and her core was positively pulsing.
He leans down, damp forehead against her as he makes direct eye contact - not slowing his hips one bit before he’s gritting out, she was feeling every inch of how thick he was, “You know your safe word. Either use it or shut the fuck up and come on me again, you little brat.”
YN is embarrassed to admit those words toss her straight over the edge as she lets her final, weak orgasm wrack through her body - thighs twitching and center throbbing as her back arches up into his strong chest.
He follows right after, slowing down to a more manageable speed as he’s pressing his puffy pink lips all over her face, kissing the tears and licking at the salty wetness, humming out soft praises.
“So so sweet, melt right under me, darlin’. Never had someone so perfect for me,” He murmurs against her temple before moving to her jaw, “I’m going t’keep you forever. I’m so in love with you, baby.”
“I love you more,” She manages out weakly, hand coming to brush his damp curls off his forehead as he collapses playfully on top of her and she doesn’t complain, kissing his neck and massaging his back as he groans in a different type of pleasure.
“Impossible,” He titters with a frown, rolling off the bed and pulling her towards the bathroom, “I love you more than anything that has ever existed. I love you the most.”
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YN wasn’t quite prepared for the scene today but rarely did she need to read a script on the set of a porno, everything was ad-lib anyways and usually there weren’t many words anyways - just obnoxious, exaggerated moans.
Instead she decided to laze around with Niall after she’d gone into hair and makeup, it’s a bedroom scene so it was all minimal with her hair pulled up into a loose messy bun and just a bit of blush to give the appearance of just waking up.
There was a twist of nerves in her stomach, she didn’t do this often and when she did, she usually wanted it to be over as soon as possible - it always crossed her mind multiple times before shooting that she could just go home, she didn’t need the money - OnlyFans was plenty but she was doing her manager a favor.
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The breakup has been just freshly a year.
It still felt like an open wound, YN tried to go on a few dates but her heart belonged to her soulmate and it wasn’t fair to anyone else so she didn’t bother after multiple ones failed with hurt feelings.
Her heart, mind, and body still ached for him desperately.
It was an unexpected break-up that had flipped her life upside down in the worst ways possible, she wished she could be living in that naive bliss with him, and that they built the life together that they had originally planned.
Before she realized he had cheated.
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It had started with him snatching his phone out of her hands when she picked it up to check the weather, in the four years they’d been together - he had never done that before and it made her brows furrow.
He had denied that it was anything like that, it was that he was buying a present for her, and he didn’t want her to accidentally see it - she was skeptical but he’d never given her reason before and she’s able to shrug it off.
Then he changed the passcode to his phone.
When she got suspicious, he got defensive and told her there was nothing to worry about - that she needs to relax and let it go before changing the subject like she didn’t just raise a red flag.
She arrives home from classes a bit early as soon as she walks in the door, he’s quickly hanging up his phone call and shoving the cell into his inner suit pocket - when she asks who he’s talking to, he says his mum but then why’d he hang up like he didn’t want her to hear the conversation?
Then the icing on the cake, she had been walking home from the gym one night, passing the front of a restaurant - he had told her that he had to work late at the office because of some type of merger and to not wait for him to go workout with her like he usually did.
Mindlessly, she glances through the window as she walks past but is skidding to a halt when she notices a familiar face in the dimly lit building and does a double-take to make sure her eyes aren’t deceiving her.
It’s her boyfriend.
But he has company.
He’s sitting in a booth with a woman across from him, she’s definitely older than him but not out of the realm of possibility that they could be on a date - secluded in a both to the far left with wine glasses in fron to them.
YN felt it in her bones that this was the woman, the other woman - she somehow felt hurt by the age of the lady, she had to be ten to fifteen years his senior, was that what his type really was?
She manages to get her feet moving before he would have the chance to glance up and notice her - she nearly runs back to their shared apartment with angry tears running down her cheeks as she finds a sticky note on the fridge that says ‘love you darling x’.
It’s his one opportunity to come clean.
And she wasn’t going to forgive him then either but god, she just wanted the truth from him - YN had always, always been honest with him, even when it was hard, even when it was embarrassing. She thought he’d always done that same but it felt like a knife to her heart that this was unraveling.
YN sits her bum on their kitchen island, waits and waits for him to come over from his date with someone who’s not her.
It makes her want to cry when her phone buzzes and his name pops up with an ridiculous amount of emoji hearts after it.
Be home in ten. I love you, sweet girl. Missed you all day x
“Fucking liar,” She hisses through clenched teeth, wiping harshly at the tears that are falling without her permission, and slamming her phone down against the marble hard enough that she would not be surprised if her screen cracked.
She zones out as she ponders the possibilities of how this conversation will turn out, there was a numbness already sweeping through her body, as a protective measure because her body couldn’t even acknowledge the hurt.
She doesn’t even register the front door unlocking and opening.
Not until he’s in the kitchen, dropping his jacket over the barstool, and smiling so fucking fondly at her, “Hi darlin’, your allergies acting up again? I told you that the off brand just doesn’t work for you. Your eyes are swollen.”
It was aching how beautiful he was, his face was soft and open with deep dimples decorating his cheeks, his eyes twinkling and happy, and he’s stepping towards her with his tattooed arms outreached.
YN bats off his hand when he reaches to thumb at her cheek, confusion wrinkling his forehead because she can’t remember a time where she’s every denied his touch like she just did, she seethes out, “Don’t act like you fucking care.”
He’s clearly startled by her hostility, lips turning down when he asks with an offended edge, “Why wouldn’t I care? What’s gotten into you, hm?”
It’s like he’s not sure whether she’s playing or not because sometimes she would be short, act like a brat, just so that it could turn into a fun night of punishment and pleasure but even Harry knew that it wasn’t this - not by how rigid her body language was.
“I know your secret, what you’ve been trying to hide from me, and trying to act like I’m insane when I questioned you about it,” YN responds with her arms crossed, making it clear she doesn’t want any physical interaction, and he struggles to take a step back because it’s obvious how much he wants to embrace her right now.
And well, the look on his face is all the confirmation she needs - the confusion twists into surprise, shock swirling in his eyes, and something else that she wasn’t able to point her finger on but it almost looked like disappointment.
“H-how did you find out?” He stutters on the first syllable, his already deep voice somehow even more gravely, his accent accentuated, and she’s never heard him trip over his words before - his pouty bottom lip quivering a bit.
YN scoffs in disbelief, she regrets it but she chucks the glass next to her on the countertop at him and he manages to duck before it hits him - the facade of shock made her unbearably angry and she’s relieved the glass doesn’t hit him but feels a satisfaction when it shatters against their floor.
“I-Darlin’,” He tries to reason, hands out cautiously, and he swallows hard, “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”
“Five fucking years down the drain,” YN lets the tears fall in a slow dance down her cheeks, letting them form into droplets on her jaw, “You fucking cheater.”
His jaw drops in disbelief, the softness in his face dissipating when he hears her words, “We are definitely not talking about the same thing. That’s for fucking sure. You think I’d cheat on you?”
“I don’t think, I know,” YN slips off the marble counter and avoids the broken glass - shattered into a million pieces on the ground, just like her heart, “Don’t ever, ever speak to me again. You knew what I went through with my parents when I was growing up. I trusted you because I told you how my dad’s cheating affected me.”
“You’re wrong,” He states bluntly, interrupting her and disregarding what she’s saying - his eyes hardening and his back becoming ramrod straight, tense and offended by the words.
“Who were you at dinner tonight with?” YN pressed with an unhappy smirk, “Who was the woman you were with? Is she the reason you’ve been hiding your phone from me?”
His lips draw in a tight line, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he stares her down.
No words though. Not quick enough. She wasn’t giving him more than three seconds to respond.
“That’s all I needed to know. This, this is done,” YN motions with her arms, her chest beginning to heave with the reality that the man she thought she would marry wasn’t going to be hers anymore.
That he was sharing himself with others.
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YN is mentally hyping herself up for another round of sex that wouldn’t lead to anything, sure it was fine to mess around with someone but it more so filled the loneliness rather than the actual pleasure.
She felt pathetic that she was still so fucking love sick for her ex, that he’d ruined her so sustainably for anyone else in every faucet of the word, love, sex, friendship - it was destroyed.
“Hey, five minutes and we’re starting, let’s go,” Warren, the director, pops in his head with a final warning, meaning she needs to get her bum on set right now.
“Wish me luck,” YN chirps with fake enthusiasm to Niall, pinching his cheek until he bats her hand away and pushes her towards the door - he won’t watch, nor would she want him to.
“Have fun getting dick, I guess,” Her friend mumbles in his a monotone huff, giving her a look because he is supportive but doesn’t necessarily approve as he barely looks up from his phone.
After navigating the hallway to the bedroom set where she’ll be filming, she sees her co-star for the first time - well, the back of him, tall, towering over the others that he’s around.
He was faced towards Warren, most likely preparing, his shoulders were broad, muscles defined on every inch of his body but not obnoxiously, tapering off into narrow hips and lean but strong legs - bum small but still plump.
She would know that body anywhere, the way her heart drops to the floor tells her who it is before it connects with her brain but that doesn’t make sense does it?
She wonders for a brief second if she’s had a break with reality and she’s hallucinating.
YN can clearly, distinctly remember what that skin felt like under her fingers, the way his abdominal muscles twitched when he was close, how those long arms would encompass her, hold her through all the good and bad.
She was split between running for the hills, canceling the shoot, and purely only doing webcam business from here on out - it wasn’t worth the money but it was magnetic and her mind was fuzzy with wanting to just touch him.
Her other option, which her heart is proposing, is running straight into his arms, letting him brush his lips against her forehead as his fingertips dig into her hips but that probably wouldn't happen, would it?
Instead of either choice, her feet are cemented to the floor, she looked like a deer in headlights with wide eyes and trembling lips, shaking down to her fingertips with frozen fear.
“There’s our girl!” Warren announces happily when he sees her past her costar’s shoulder, tugging his headset off one of his ears as he smiles at his star and waves her over towards them.
The other man turns around, their eyes meeting for the first time in a year - the forestry green she loved so much met hers and recognition, confusion, anger crossed them in a span of mere seconds - his lips in a tight line but he doesn’t look angry as much as he looked disapproving.
Who is he to fucking judge?
They both don’t move automatically, staring at each other, and not knowing what to make of it - the tension was palpable between them and YN could feel it all the way to her bones.
Harry budges first, he always has as he takes the familiar long strides - just in a pair of tight briefs that hug him perfectly, hugging his thighs and highlighting the hard cut of muscle leading into the waistband, the familiar trail of sparse hairs that start at his bellybutton and travel down out of sight - she used to love to run her fingers over it and tease that spot before ducking lower.
Her eyes can’t help but dart down to his right upper thigh, her real name (not her stage name) was still inked permanently and dark into his tanned skin - she’d wondered if he had covered it by now but it was still in all of its original glory.
Warren is oblivious to anything out of the norm, he’s slapping Harry on the shoulder and telling YN with a wide smile, “Meet Axel. Axel meet Starlet, your co-star You two are going to make a hot fucking movie.”
It was comical, the faux anonymity, they knew everything about each other down to their blood type, first ever pet, and so they fact that they were being introduced as these corny fake names just makes it even stranger.
Harry puts his hand out to shake, YN hesitates with her chest still rising much too fast to be normal as she shakingly meets his, and she thinks she’s about to have a panic attack because right now, she can’t decipher up from down.
It hurts her, physically, to touch him again.
She loves him so much.
Present tense.
It isn’t fair that this is happening, she has always been loyal and good to him, and it feels like a punishment that she’s in this situation right now.
Warren gets distracted by another staff calling his name as they mess around with a tripod for one of the bigger cameras - there was a decent amount of people around for this shoot.
“Breathe,” Harry murmurs, hand still holding hers as he notices how elevated her breathing, his gaze is intimidatingly intense as he observes her, he knows that she’s panicking, “It’s okay, I promise I didn’t know. I can back out right now.”
YN for some reason doesn’t let go either, her eyes watering as she whispers, “Why are you here? Why are you doing…this?”
She couldn’t say what they were really doing, she wasn’t ashamed but it was boggling that he was here too - it wasn’t like either of them had a history of doing porn before their relationship.
Harry sighs, his free hand pushing his curls off his forehead, “The start-up I was working for went bankrupt and didn’t pay out my last three months worth of work as well as my commission. I had to figure out something to pay my bills until I can find a new job and a friend suggested this.”
“Then you need this just as much as I do. Clover Tech laid me and three hundred other employees off,” She replies, finally dropping his hand and awkwardly wringing her wrists - her nerves were tingling and she wanted to keep holding his hand.
Harry looks torn before he settles, “I know you don’t want to do this with me. I…I can do the shoot with the backup girl and split half of the check with you so you’re not out money.”
It’s so genuine that it makes her stomach churn, how could someone this sweet ruin everything by cheating.
“That’s…no. It’s fine unless you don’t want to,” YN trails off with a twinge of embarrassment at the thought he wouldn’t want to have sex with her because she obviously hadn’t been enough for him.
It had never been a concern when they were together, they were magnetic, and he was obsessed with getting his mouth, hands, anything on her whenever she would let him which had been often.
“Unless I don’t want to?” Harry prompts, not catching what she’s hinting at, fuck, he was so handsome she couldn’t think straight - his brow was furrowed and she could tell by his body language that he was stressed out.
“You know…have sex with me,” She mumbles lowly, eyes darting down to her feet for a moment but she soon realizes that Harrys waiting for her eye contact to speak because he doesn’t say anything until she sheepishly meets his gaze.
“Until you broke up with me. I was planning on only having sex with you for the rest of my life,” Harry rasps much too bluntly and without any regret in his eyes as he watches her, “I will never turn you down.”
“You can’t just say stuff like that,” YN scolds because it’s getting too emotional for a porn set and she shouldn’t feel like he’s telling the truth but because of how firm his tone is - the worst part is that she believes him and she shouldn’t.
Harry’s hand twitches like he’s about to reach out and grasp her jaw like he’d always done when he felt she wasn’t listening and she needed to, he’d bring her into his chest and whisper the words against her temple as he rubbed her hips.
“I’m telling the truth,” He states sincerely, hand moving instead to scratch at his bare stomach, “I’m only doing this on one condition. After we shoot, we need to talk. If not then I’m backing out and we’ll both be fucked for money.”
YN feels a bit of bitterness rise in her tone, who is he to make demands?
“I don’t think there’s much to talk about.”
“Oh but there is. This time you're going to listen and not storm out of my life again,” His tone has anger behind it, an unusual occurrence because he was much better at staying calm then her.
“Fine, we can talk,” YN relents because deep down she really really wants to be intimate again and despite her mild protesting, her body is wired because sex with Harry means orgasm, good orgasms.
Not the ones by a vibrating massager or her fingers, he’s the only person who knows how to work her body like a fiddle until she’s a teary mess that doesn’t know if she wants more or not.
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We - oh, fuck. H, we shouldn’t,” YN gasps into his mouth, she was panting already and he takes her plump bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand works under her dress with direct purpose.
“Tell me to stop then,” Harry challenged cockily, two fingers making her feel full as he curled them up to pet her spot that made her legs quiver against the countertop, his body keeping her upright.
She needs to tell him but she can’t find it in her because she doesn’t want him to stop, they were at his parent’s house for an anniversary dinner.
He had said he wanted to show her something upstairs but what really happened was he crowded her into a bathroom and yanked her dress down until her tits spilled out and his hand pushed her underwear to the side.
“Gonna tell me?” Harry prompts as his mouth ducks down to nip at her hard nipples, switching back and forth quickly, taking his time to move lower and suck bruises into the supple curve of her breast.
YN shakes her head, giving in to the pleasure, and letting her legs splay open against him, “Don’t want you to stop. You make me feel so good, baby.”
It was a bit too sweet for the situation they’re in but it makes Harry crack a fond, boyish smile as he stands straighter to kiss her again but it’s intimate and loving before whispering, “You’re my whole world, sweet girl. Always going to make you feel good. Now come on my fingers, baby.”
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She’s snapped out of the memory by the director coming back over to where they’re standing tensely with a good amount of distance between them.
“Alright, now that you’ve met!” Warren claps his hands together, oblivious of anything out of the ordinary, “Time to get this show on the road. An easy scene, more romantic than raunchy. You’re a couple who are waking up for some morning sex. It’s that easy.”
YN honestly liked how Warren directed his films, there weren’t a million scene cuts or positions, he let the actors follow the natural rhythm and rarely had to redirect a shot - almost giving off a homemade vibe with studio quality.
She feels a sick mixture of anticipation and an oncoming panic attack, her palms are sweaty as she shucks her robe - leaving her in a oversize tee that falls to her mid thighs with a sheer pair of bikini cut panties under.
“Alright, YN right side. Slip under the duvet but make sure to turn on your side, left thigh out of the blanket,” Warren directed, once she’s laid down, he messes with the blankets until the curve of her bum and leg are on display - easy to shove off once they get started.
Harry follows as well, turning on his side so he’s spooned up right behind her, bum right in the cradle of his pelvis, and he’s already hard against her - it made her flashback to their mornings when they woke up together and had slow, giggly morning sex.
“Hard up for it?” YN murmurs quietly, she wasn’t sure if she was joking or if it was a jab at him - maybe both at this point because most men needed more to get hard to film than this.
“Considering I have dreams about your cunt nearly every night, can you blame me?” Harry whispers in her ear, ignoring the bustle of the people setting up, his hand splayed on her tummy, “You’ve lost weight. I don’t like it, missed grabbing on to you. Miss you filling my hands.”
“Everything’s been shit since we’ve broken up,” She admits shakily when his hand naturally starts to pet at the skin near the band only her panties - he was right, she had lost weight, not intentionally, but eating made her stomach churn most days.
“I know. It’s been hell,” Harry agrees with no judgment, it felt too comfortable to have him like this again, and she felt no discomfort as he traced her skin - thumbing at a scar she had on her hip that he always kissed.
It’s like they forget that they're here for a reason as Harry already tries to move the process along before they’re even rolling - he had always been impatient when he was horny and had no shame in his body during it.
YN gently grips his wrist when he tucks his fingers under the soft silk of her underwear to tease at her mound and shakes her head, “Not yet.”
“This goes against every instinct I have to let anyone watch you get fucked. The only way I can manage is to know that it’s going to me owning this body again. Has anyone made you come like I have, sweet girl?”
YN also missed this part too, he was by far the best talker during sex, everything he said sent an electric zip through her, and he had a mouth filthier than any sailor when he was on her.
“I’m-, yeah,” YN lies lamely, she can hear his warm chuckle as he palms her tummy once again and pulls her impossibly closer - she didn’t want him to have the power that he truly had over her.
“Are you telling me nobody’s made you come since we broke up?” Harry asks but he already knows the answer, “Know your cunt’s aching for me. You smell so good, m’mouth is watering. This is my first scene with another person, I’ve just been doing solo shit. You’re the last person I’ve touched.”
She shouldn’t feel satisfied at that but she does.
“You already know,” YN huffs out with an annoyed edge, she knows he has a cocky grin that makes his dimples pop boyishly - one of the first things she fell in love with and one of the things she missed the most.
“Quiet on set!” Warren announces to all the staff who are making small talk or any type of noise, he has a marker in his hand and starts now that all the noise has disappeared, “Mark. And Axel, Starlet, you're on.”
The lights are dimmed, to give the illusion of the sun barely kissing over the horizon, the bedrooms styled in a modern farmhouse vibe making it cozy and realistic, and the bed was surprisingly plush and comfortable.
YN closes her eyes to feign sleep as does Harry for a good minute before he begins to rouse with a deep inhale and a low groan as he stretches, his arms rustling above his head.
She can’t obviously see what he’s doing but instead feels when he leans forward to kiss the nape of her neck - it’s a jolt of shock because she’s missed it so much and it feels nice.
This all just seems like a fucked up fever dream.
“Sweetheart,” He murmurs softly, his hand moving up to tug the collar of her shirt off her shoulder so that his lips could make line from her ear to shoulder blade, “Wake up for me, baby.”
YN fakes a whiny grumble as she wriggles back into him, feeling his sharp intake of breath with the friction on his center, and she tilts her head to the side to give him more room to roam his lips along.
“Tired,” She complains brattily but it warps into a squeak when he nips the cap of her shoulder before soothing it with his tongue, back up to her jaw to suck a spot into her skin as he pulls her harder back into his groin.
“Please, darling,” Harry drawls against her skin, he kicks off the duvet to display their bodies, his hand moving to the hem of her shirt before slipping in and upwards against her warm skin, “I need you.”
His fingers raise goosebumps against her tummy before he’s cupping both of her breasts, hidden under her shirt but his thumbs come to her nipples - they’re already hard for him as he rubs them in lazy circles as his lips don’t stay still for a moment against her skin.
YN lets out a hurt mewl when he pinches at them before thumbing over the acute pain and easing it with softer touches - it was something intimate that he was hiding this from the camera, it was just them for a brief moment, “So desperate for me. Let’s get your shirt off, need to see these pretty tits.”
It scared her because it didn’t sound like acting, it sounded like how he talked when they were living together, when they were in their bed.
“Stop teasing,” She mumbles as she lets him tug the shirt over her head, his right hand moves to her mouth, tapping at her plush lips.
YN opens automatically and he presses two fingers inside her mouth, stroking at her tongue before taking them out to rub the sheen of spit on her nipples - he watches curiously as they pebble even more before pinching at them again.
“You’re so grumpy in the morning,” Harry hums with a hint of humor because it was actually true, she was not a morning bird at all.
“M’not grumpy,” YN disagrees, her voice hitching at the end when he gives a particularly hard tweak as they become more sensitive and taut, “Just want you to do something.”
“Do something,” Harry mocks in that deep, gravel accent before he’s kissing the hinge of her jaw and rasps, “Just remember, you asked for it. So desperate for my cock, it’s cute.”
Before she can bite back, Harry’s hand moves into the front of her panties, thick fingers sliding down her folds before two are tucking up right inside and curl against her velvet, warm walls.
He knew her body like the back of his hand because he’s petting her spot with precision like he remembered right where it was and how much pressure she preferred.
YN let out a loud, surprised moan.
It was authentic, really one of the first she’s ever let out that was real on set as her toes already begin to curl and she was struggling to keep her eyes open as electricity zipped through her.
“Did I find your spot, baby?” Harry asks innocently despite his actions, he’s grinding himself into her bum to get some relief as his thumb moves up to swirl on her clit with harsh movements.
“There, s’good,” YN gasps kittenishly, spreading her legs further to give him more room and beginning to roll her hips down onto his fingers, riding them without another thought, she wasn’t even registering the cameras anymore.
“Yeah, darlin’. I know all your sweet spots, hm? Hit ‘em just right to have you dripping down my hand like a good girl,” He praises before nipping at her jaw and twisting his fingers with a harsh, steady rhythm - he smelled so fucking good, like pumpkin spice and cedar, strong and heady - it made her dizzy with want.
“I-I’m cl-close, baby,” The pet name slips out as her muscles begin to tense, walls contracting against him, she doesn’t know if she’s ever come this fast, definitely not in a long time because it took her aback.
She missed it so much.
She missed him so much.
It felt like a sick joke to her to have to act out what used to be, what she missed, what she craved.
It was like groundhogs day but amplified by a million.
“Then fuckin’ give it to me. I’ve earned it yet? Soak my fingers, pet,” He encourages as he speeds up and presses down harder on her button - his bicep flexing deliciously, straining all of his strong muscles.
It has her tipping over the edge, it’s the first mind-numbing orgasm she’s had in a year and it’s with her cheating ex-boyfriend who she thought she was going to settle down with, house with a white picket fence, babies running around, and this was what she got instead.
Her eyes are squeezed shut as her body tremors through it, his hand slowing but not all together stopping either.
Her body was conditioned to respond to him and it gave in to him so sweetly that people watching this would be blind not to see - no one could act this well.
“Perfect, did just what I asked,” He hums as she comes down, he’s pulling the shirt off her head and tossing it to the floor before doing the same with her underwear.
His hand moved up her belly, leaving a damp trail in its wake from her wetness until he cups her breast, lips back to her neck with slow, wet kisses.
“Plea-please, H,” YN mewls as he pinches at her nipple but he punishes her with a nip, whispering in her ear, “No names, pet.”
It takes her a moment to realize her slip because she wasn’t fucking acting - she couldn’t even find it in her to be embarrassed.
She wanted to get her mouth on him before they got to the main event and so she’s wriggling out of his grip to turn and face him.
YN straddles his thighs, his big hands automatically coming to grip her hips - indenting enough to bruise and Harry looks vulnerable for the first time today.
His eyes are wider than usual, his lips parted, and his stomach was sucking in and out revealing his ribs before disappearing back into the strong muscle.
YN goes to shimmy down, he shoots up and grips her jaw hard, bringing their mouths back together in a hard kiss - her breasts pressing against his bare chest.
When she finally has a moment to pull back for a breath, Harry murmurs too low for the microphones to catch on, “Missed your perfect little mouth so much. If you even wrap those lips around me, I’ll come. Let me fuck you, darling.”
YN can do anything but nod, trying not to preen from the compliment - he squirms around for a moment as he shoves his briefs down his thighs and kicks them off his ankle.
God, she missed everything about him.
He was as pretty, thick, long as she remembers.
Her heart flutters when she spots the soft pinkish scar on his pubic bone a few inches up and to the left of his base - she’d forgotten about that.
-
“Bloody hell!” Harry yelps out in surprise, sitting up from the bed and looking down at his groin, “S’definitely not supposed to hurt that much.”
“You made sure this was meant for wax play right?” YN asks as she puts the candle back on the bedside table before examining the little blob of lavender wax on his pubic bone.
“I didn’t know there were specific candles!” Harry whines out as YN picks the wax off, a small bubbling blister already forming on his delicate skin.
“Baby,” YN chastised with a giggle and a shake of her head, “We better put some neosporin and a bandaid on this so it doesn’t get infected.”
“It hurts so bad, need you to take care of me,” Harry’s pouts as she disappears to get the supplies from their bathroom.
“How are you still hard?” YN laughs as he winces in pain as she gently dabs the medication on the wound and unwraps the bandaid.
“Don’t make fun of me,” He grumbles as he tries to hide a smile, his hand moving to rub her plushy hip, and his nose nudging at her cheek, “You constantly make me hard. S’gonna nearly be impossible for me to lose a stiffy around you.”
“Who said romance is dead,” She rolls her eyes but it’s fond and she can’t stop giggling because he just makes her so happy.
“Never going t’be,” Harry murmurs, sex voice one hundred perfect back in motion, now that he has a purple bandaid on his burn, and he’s leans forward to begin kissing her belly and his hands coming to knead at her bum.
The candle long forgotten.
-
She runs her fingers over the puffy skin where she had accidentally burnt him - she didn’t know why it made her eyes prick with emotion.
When YN glances up at him, Harry is watching her so intently as she traces over the memory - the moment doesn’t last for more than a minute but it moves in slow motion for her.
YN snaps out of it when she remembers exactly where she’s at and what she’s supposed to be doing right now - in front of cameras because this wasn’t an intimate moment, it was all for the cameras.
At least, that’s she’s telling herself to save her sanity.
Harry could always sense her mood, her emotion, and now is no different, and so he helps her get back on track, asking, “C’mon, darling. You want my cock? S’aching for you.”
“Please, want it,” YN agrees as Harry adjusts their position, his length sliding between her folds and it has him tilting his head back and moaning - it was loud and beautiful, deep but at the same time desperate as his hips twitch up.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry hisses as he grips his base to paint the tip through her folds, teasing at her entrance before moving up to smack the weight of it against her swollen clit - repeating that cycle a few times as he mouths at her nipples.
“Stop teasing,” She huffs out in frustration because she wants him in, she wants to come again, but at the same time, she never wants this to end - this right here is what she thought she would get for the rest of her life.
“Spoiled thing,” Harry chastises as he guides himself in, hands moving to her hips and pulling her down all the way onto him until she’s settled, it makes her feel so full, Harry must agrees because he’s groaning, “Darling, s’tight. Fuck, you feel good. Best thing I’ve ever had.”
It didn’t feel like he was lying.
“Ride me, baby,” Harry encourages as he leans back against the headboard, his strings hands moving her hips back and forth in a grinding motion, harsh circles that made her stomach tense, “Show me what a good girl you are.”
She wanted to show him what he fucked up, what he gave up.
YN rises up on her knees, pulling herself nearly off of him until his tip is just kissing at her core before sliding on the way back down, slow and purposeful as her hands move to cup her breasts.
“Stop tha’,” Harry scolds possessively, knocking her hands away and moving to grab them himself, fingers pinching at her nipples in the exact way she liked it, “Am I not doing good enough or are you just too greedy for your own good?”
YN lets out a wet mewl, falling forward until her chest is pressed against his, her forehead resting on his shoulder, “S’good, you’re so good. H, you’re so good, baby.”
Harry shushes her softly, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling her into his chest as close as possible before he’s thrusting up into her with full force, the sound of skin meeting echoing through the room as he kisses the side of her face.
“God, I’ve fucking missed you,” Harry whispers in her ear, just for her, he’s panting as he exerts energy into fucking her, kissing her, hugging her, and YN falls off the edge for another orgasm, sobbing in pleasure into his neck, “That’s it, that’s fuckin’ it, pet.”
He only thrusts up a few more times before he’s coming, keeping her still, deep in his lap as he works through it, lips moving to just press against her temple as he slows his hips and relaxes back more.
YN kept her head tucked against him, her cheeks were wet from tears, from a mixture of her multiple orgasms and heartbreak - she was sniffling and didn’t want the cameras to see this.
Harry hears the sniffle, the way her breathing is stuttered from trying to hold it back, and he’s looking up at the room of people, “Cut it. We’re done.”
The camera crew apparently doesn’t halt filming as quickly as Harry has asked and so he’s raising his voice loudly, “I said fucking cut it. Turn off the goddamn cameras. The scene’s over.”
Warren is coming over, a genuine concern on his face, “What’s going on? Is she hurt?”
The question offends Harry, he barks out, “I didn’t fucking hurt her. She’s okay. I got this.”
YN nods, muttering “I’m fine.” And wanting everyone else in the room to disappear.
Harry’s rustling them around a bit, having pulled out by now, and is shoving her big tee shirt back over her head to cover her up before moving them until he can wriggle her underwear and his back on.
“YN,” Harry’s voice is softer than when he was ordering everyone around a minute ago, “Baby, I need you to breathe. Everything’s okay. You’re okay.”
-
“You’re okay,” Harry coos as he holds her to his bare chest, “Everything’s okay.”
The water was cascading down on them, hot and steaming up the bathroom, as they stood under it - just embracing, unsure of how long they’ve been in there.
“I miss her,” YN cries into his chest, her chest hurt from how much she’d been crying - her eyes were swollen and sore, “It doesn’t get easier. I can’t believe it’s been two years. It feels like yesterday.”
“It does,” Harry agrees solemnly, he still remembers the day her mother was diagnosised with cancer, “I miss her too. She was an amazing woman. And she gave me you, the love of my life.”
“I couldn’t do this without you,” She says honestly, goosebumps prickling her skin even despite the temperature.
“Never have to do it without me,” Harry replies as he reaches to turn the water a little hotter, “S’a promise baby.”
-
“I’m fine,” YN spits out a bit harshly, shoving his hands off of her - he doesn’t get to comfort her like this when he fucking cheated on her.
She wishes she regret what she just did but she didn’t, however she needed a minute to breath and so she’s sliding off the bed and straightening out the shirt.
YN knows she’s running away but she doesn’t get far before Harry’s fingers are curling around her wrist and stopping her.
“Hey. We had a deal,” He reminds her firmly, his lips in a tight line - she has to ignore the blossoming hickeys she left all over his neck and chest, “We’re gonna talk.”
“Yeah,” YN lies breathlessly, “I really need to pee. Come to my dressing room in fifteen minutes?”
“Okay, m’going to shower real quick then,” Harry agrees, squeezing her wrist once more before he’s turning to go back to his dressing room.
YN is whipping open the door in a panic, “For fucks sake, Niall. We have to leave now.”
“Everything okay?” He asks from where he’s still lounged on the couch, “Do I need to kick someone’s arse?”
“I just did a scene with Harry,” YN whisper-shouts, tugging on her leggings and jamming her feet in her tennis shoes, “Let’s go.”
“Bloody hell,” Niall’s eyes go wide, he has so many questions but finally gets some urgency, shoving her shit into her duffle before swinging it over her shoulder and guiding them out the emergency exit.
-
Harry can’t seem to catch his breath on the shower, hard choking sobs wracking through his body as his forehead rests against the ceramic.
And he can’t stay in here much longer because she’s waiting to talk, he doesn’t know where to begin, how to apologize.
He’s tugging on a tee and running shorts before making his way back to her dressing room, his hands shaking with nerves - the confident pornstar long gone.
When he knocks, he doesn’t hear anything, and so he twists the knob, the room empty of anything beside the furniture - making it clear she was long gone.
“Fuck,” Harry hisses before punching his fist against the wall.
He wasn’t going to let her get away twice.
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Could you make a tutorial on how you go about making your vhs screenshots? They look awesome and I want to try to implement that style in some of my own art. Thanks so much!!!
So i use clip studio and the settings i always see on other tutorials are only on photoshop (vibrance) so i baso made my own auto actions copying them and i've uploaded them. This will also be long becoz i always try make tutotials that I would want to see when looking up a tutorial.
Sketch ur scene. I don't worry about sticking to 1980s (or whatever era) framing or style choices usually. For backgrounds i can do a bigger tutorial but i basically use clips gouache or some watercolour brushes for blending. Ghibli and 1942 Bambi for the textures and don bluth etc for the colours as a rough guide. I use this blog for some references but also just searching '[film name] backgrounds' or something like 'ghibli snow/roads/grass'
So i draw the scene. Use a dark brown for inks. Duplicate that, fill with yellow, blur 5 and 30% opacity underneath. I copy the base layer/character layer, fill with same brown and blur so its a “drop shadow”
I also duplicate the shadows, blur one about 12-18 and set both to half opacity. Same with lighting. Any rim light is the Ink layer duplicated, filled white, overlay or glow it depends on what fits best, and the bits i dont want white erased.
All text is Arial yellow with a black border. My style of drawing varies a lot by i try for a fuzzy 80s fur look- like kosperry or don bluth i guess. thats what the 'cats' layer looks like ^^^.
Okay onto edits. Flatten image and duplicate in case u fuck up. Auto actions are linked above (i have the box ticked/the action closed to speed things up and only adjust the important bits)
Blur - gaussian, start mild and u can build up from there.
Fake vibrance- you can use saturation ig but this (to my knowledge) targets the light and shadow differently. I literally copied how the photoshop vibrance works. I use anywhere from 25-85 strength (mainly 40), it looks less saturated once u click okay so just experiment.
Chromatic abberation - I use this one. Move to liking and merge
Vhs 2 - this is the other auto action i made, it’s basically another blur, motion blur and some image adjustments.
Final additions - 1 is a noise layer (clip studio perlin noise), 2 is a free VHS overlay set to hue (find one with colours u like!), 3 is a new layer filled with a bright colour/colour that fits the vibe you are going for (here i used blue for the blue background + sunny vibes) set to lighten and adjust
and thats it for me!
Happy VHSing!
#please let me know if these autoactions work! there shud be two in the download!!!#warrior cats#vhs#ghibli aesthetic#retro aesthetic#art tutorial#vhs tutorial
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i have autism and adhd, and have recently been going through what i assume is burnout. i attribute it to work, i work 9-6 five days a week, and it's honestly become exhausting having to constantly mask and present normal.
i'm mainly worried because i haven't had a new special interest in a while. my old ones, present for years, seem almost muted. i haven't had anything to hyperfixate over in such a long time, and the newest special interest i had (sharks) has felt faint almost the entire time. it's awful because i miss the love i felt for these special interests, they were so integral to me and as a result i feel like my sense of self is weaker.
is this normal? and do you have any tips on recovering from autistic burnout? thank you!!
Hi there,
I’m sorry to hear that you’re going through burnout. There’s a Recovery Plan that one of my favorite websites, Neurodivergent Insights, posted. Here are some Infographs. As well as some templates on how to build a recovery plan:
The link to this article will be below. I hope you find it helpful.
There’s also another article from Psych Central that gives some tips on Recovery:
How can you recover from autistic burnout?
Autistic burnout may feel confusing and overwhelming, but recovery is possible.
1. Remove obligations
It’s time to get a little ruthless with your schedule and commitments. If something isn’t 100% necessary, take it off your calendar for the near future.
Your new goal is to try to find as much downtime as you can, with fewer extracurriculars, work projects, and social events.
2. Participate in soothing activities
The idea is to participate in more hobbies that you enjoy, or those that promote a sense of relaxation — the things you might normally brush aside in your busy schedule.
You may find it recharging to:
spend time in nature
practice a calming visualization
exercise
draw
listen to music
journal
stretch
sit in silence with someone you love
Sensory interventions
“These can include compression, sitting in a dark closet specially outfitted for sensory bliss (pillows, quiet, dark), favorite smells, or textures,” Bédard says.
Noise-canceling headphones may also help you feel more grounded.
3. If you can’t sleep, rest
Autism can sometimes make sleep a challenge. Even if you’re not feeling tired, try to spend at least 8 hours a night in bed.
During this time, try to avoid watching the news or scrolling on social media. Instead, curl up with one of your favorite books or movies.
4. Practice self-compassion
“Try to be as gentle with yourself as possible,” O’Conner says. “If there are some things you can’t do, or have to say ‘no’ to right now, that’s OK.”
This article will also be below if you’d like to read through it.
Since you like sharks, I’ll also leave an article talking about ten facts about them. :)
I hope this helps you. I’m unemployed, so I don’t have the experience of working or the workplace in general.
Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️
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Some Sanji headcanons!! Lots of random things and I'm not very good at writing/don't write often so sorry if it's bad </3 (a bit of sanuso)
After timeskip he wears a bit of waterline eyeliner everyday, because he likes the look of it and uses it as a kind of reminder to himself about timeskip and everything he learned. If anyone asks about it he'll get super defensive. He also has one or more dresses he kept from timeskip that he occasionally wears when he's by himself, with ussop (sanuso >>>>) or with nami/robin. He just trusts ussop in general with everything (like a second nature to him) but it took him longer to be able to wear them and be more feminine around nami and Robin as he was afraid of judgement. Whenever he dresses up for occasions/wears dresses he also wears mascara. He's VERY hygienic and a clean freak which comes from him being in the kitchens a lot so wanting to stay hygienic enough for the food to be hygienic but also just him wanting to stay clean in general. I think he and Robin borrow/share each others skincare/purfumes/haircare, while nami would rather use her own and nobody else use it, and if they were to want to they would be charged a fee (ofc).
I think Sanjis rivalry with Zoro is actually very special to him as it helps him to better himself and also gives him something to do, while also just liking annoying Zoro and having that (platonic because sanuso) relationship. He bakes cakes with Luffy and lets him lick the batter off the spoon in secret (washing the spoon THOROUGHLY - you never know what luffys eaten). He also loves to work in the kitchen when brook is playing music and will often just ask for him to play while he washes up or preps meals.
He LOVES his hair and treasures it a lot, looking after it with haircare, brushing it often and seeking tips from ussop (HE LOVES HAIRCARE THE MOST) or robin. Heterochromi,a Sanji ofc, one blue/sapphire eye and one very pale green one. He doesn't like them so tries to hide them (why his hair is over one eye) but sometimes uncovers them when he's feeling relaxed/overwhelmed and wants his hair out his face. He gives out the food with Robin nami and ussop getting the first three (he carries them all at once), Luffy next, brook and Franky and jinbe then Zoro last ofc. All though he LOVES to cook complex and difficult meals, he secretly enjoys the more simple ones the most. Like I said he's a clean freak, so sometimes he'll go and try to clean the other stawhats rooms out of frustration (he always gives up or gets too annoyed with them). Cleaning also helps him calm down and clear his head. He hates and loves his smoking, for differing reasons ; but he just can't bring himself to quit even if it were for the greater good.
He LOVES (even if he won't admit it) to get challenges on weird food combinations from the strawhats to try and make taste nice and he almost always makes them delicious. He's very unsure about his romantic feeling at first (he's very confused about ussop) and ends up going to robin for advice. I think him and Robin have a very strong friendship /platonic bond and Robin sort of mentors him with a lot of things, which he's very embarrassed about but secretly loves and relies on quite a lot. Zoro and Sanji actually mainly only argue because of how actually similar they are. They'd get along SO WELL if they didn't argue. I feel like Sanji would love to talk to brook about experiences he might have had (from him being quite old) (not sexual MOSTLY…) but he just wants to know things about the world, often linked to wanting to know about possibly a clue to where the all blue may be.
Although he's dedicated to his dream, he'd give it up for any of the strawhats. He truly loves them above all. He and chopper would often talk about what foods would be best for who, depending on diet and whatnot, so Sanji learnt a lot from him in terms of that. They'd often meet up every week or so to discuss it but when they eventually sorted everything out, they continued to meet up. They're so little brother big brother dynamic and I love it sm. Sanji would ofc do anything for chopper and chopper the same back. Their dynamic/friendship is so overlooked/underrated in the show but it's so cute <3
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Hit my posting limit so I shall use this to update my pinned!
Hi, I'm Fynn! Your local Bigender probably-Autistic furry artist! I'm 19 as of writing this, so Expect me to be somewhat adult from time to time. I will do my best to tag appropriately!
I'm a bit of a He/She, you see. A bit of a boygirl, some may say <3
I'm also Aegosexual! That means I do experience sexual attraction (I'm actually an absolute freak) but I genuinely can't stand actual sex acts. I can't picture myself having any, I don't like seeing it, It's just gross to me!
I think the U.S. Government is stinky and dumb and old and broken and everything else, so I may complain about that on here sometimes. Be warned!
I have three OCs currently! Fynn, my fursona, is a He/Him half demon wolf with no mouth. Nauno is a He/They Avali who is a very extremely gay kleptomaniac. Euphi is a She/Heart Protogen who's just kinda really mysterious. They are all in a polyamorous relationship and love each other (even if Fynn doesn't really get what love is)!
Here are some tags!
"#fynn art": My Art Tag! Find all of my very mid drawings here!
"#oc lore": I'll use this whenever I'm discussing the lore of my OCs!
"#art rb": I use this whenever I reblog art! Even if it's mine. Also note that if I make a weird noise in a tag after it the art probably gave me gender envy.
"#bedposting": I try to do one of these every night! It's just whatever I thought of before bed! Could be eepy related, or brushing teeth related, or horny (Be warned).
I'm no good at drawing any of it myself, but I am very fond of Transfur, Hypnosis, Plushification, Pooltoy, all that jazz. I may reblog that sort of stuff on here sometimes. I will tag it. It's mainly the appeal of becoming something different for me, so if I do reblog any of that, that would be the focus.
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Warm- Part 2
Part 1 of 6 in the Complete Series!
Part 1 Part 3
Tech x Reader
Warnings: Talk of home destruction, that’s about it.
About: The times come for Tech to finally get some good tea..and maybe a something sweet as well.
Warm, the exact temperature that Tech enjoyed his tea at. Too cold and it lost its flavor, too hot and it was undrinkable. His lips pursed as he gently sipped the Oolong tea you’d made for him. The raspberry and rose flavors tickled his tongue in a rather nice way. You’d recommended it to him, you’d recommended quite a bit to him since that day.
Brown eyes watched as you flitted back and forth across the patio. How you seemed to float, no not float, dance your way through the tables and chairs. Tables and chairs were packed to the brim with other customers, mainly men. The tea shop had reopened ten rotations prior and on that day Tech had realized just how popular you seemed to be. Men seemed to frequent your tea shop just to observe you, their tea going untouched in the process.
The first day had been interesting to see. One after the other the men would call you to their table for a refill or to order something to eat. You’d smile brightly at them before retrieving their items. The entire time you’d been watched by every other male in the shop. If you noticed then you didn’t let on. You never stayed at one table for longer than you had to. The only time you’d stopped for more than a few seconds, was for him.
A gentle smile rested on your lips as you carefully brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and explained the menu to him. Your soft finger ran across the illuminated screen of the menu. “ You can pick your base tea here and then…” With a tap of your finger, the screen slid to the side, revealing countless fruits and flowers that could be added. “Here you can pick what flavors you want to be added. We carry just about all types. Though my father has been talking with a farmer on a different island who grows tea leaves. So we may be getting some new flavors in soon.”
“Fascinating.” He’d replied. Tech enjoyed a nice cup of tea after a long mission. But with such little space on the Marauder, he was only allotted just enough space for one type. Flat black tea. “Which would you recommend?”
His question had taken you by surprise. Not surprised that you were being asked your opinion, all of the men asked your opinion, but that he had asked. Someone like him, who traveled the galaxy and went to far-off planets. Who no doubt had sampled cuisine from all types of cultures. Once again you felt your heart flutter like a butterfly was nestled comfortably inside it. “It’s so nice today, perhaps a cool-me-down tea?”
Tech raised an eyebrow at you, confused by the name of the drink. “Is it chilled? I am not the biggest fan of chilled tea.” From his experience, tea was bland and tasteless when it was cold. Far too many times had he forgotten his tea on the console of his cockpit, just to return to an ice-cold drink. One of the problems with having such a busy mind, once something was out of sight it was out of mind. He watched as you tilted your head forward and giggled softly.
“It’s not chilled.” You smiled as you tapped the menu screen and a description was brought up. It explained the temperature that the drink was brewed and how long it steeped. “It's a green tea with lemon verbena, licorice, and peppermint in it. So it’s refreshing and relaxing. Kind of like when people drink water with cucumbers or lemon in it.”
“I have never understood the appeal of water with fruits or vegetables floating in it.” Tech continued to look through the menu, impressed by how in-depth it went. It seemed a considerable amount of thought had gone into its creation. Looking up at you he took a moment to study your features. How your hair fell around your shoulders, the way your eyelashes fluttered as you laughed at the children running by. Your plump lips curved upward in a beautiful smile and he was reminded of the kiss under the water. It seemed so long ago now, though it had only been 7 rotations prior. Your lips moved as you said something and he realized he’d been staring at you. Unaware of what you said, he simply nodded.
Whenever he said something like that it always made you smile. You’d seen him around a lot while your family rebuilt. So much had been lost during the tsunami. It had taken a day for the waters to recede and when it did your home had almost been destroyed. So you and your family had camped beneath the large tree at the top of the island for another day. With the help of the Batch, that was what they called themselves, your home had been fixed quickly.
Tech had stopped by once after your home had been finished, ready to take your father up on his offer for tea. You’d turned him away quickly, citing that you didn’t have anything besides black tea and you wanted his first tea from you to be perfect. He’d seemed to be surprised by that, even stating that black tea would be fine. You’d put your foot down that it wasn’t. Now here you were, two weeks later and his first tea from you. “Next time I’ll make you some and you’ll see, it’s very nice on the longer days. For now, how about that tea and some macarons?” It took him a moment to answer you and you worried you’d said something wrong. But then he nodded and your heart fluttered once more. “Ok. That’ll be out soon, Tech.”
Something in his eye twinkled as you said his name and you felt your breath catch. One of the things you’d thoroughly enjoyed about seeing him so often was his eyes. Eyes that his brothers and sister had. But his eyes made you feel warm in a way you couldn’t describe. You’d asked your father what it felt like to like someone, to have…a crush.
“When I met your mother, she was working in your grandfather's pastry stall. She was beautiful, with eyes that pulled you in and made you feel safe and a smile that lit up the darkest nights.” A sigh came from your father as he stared out at the ocean.
“Did Mom feel the same way about you?” You loved hearing stories about your parents' younger years. To you, they were the perfect couple, married thirty long years with hardly ever an argument. They always seemed so madly in love, even during the dark times.
Your father shook his head with a deep chuckle. “Hardly. Took me asking her out four times before she finally agreed. When I asked her why it took so long, she stated it was my beard. She didn’t like it.”
Seeing as your father had worn a beard your entire life, you felt something changed. As if sensing your inquiry, your father continued. “Ended up shaving it off right before our first date. She hated me without it even more. Said that she felt cold the first time we kissed. After that I never shaved again, just took better care of it. By the time we got married a year later, it had grown back and she loved it.”
“But why?” It didn’t make that much sense to you. “Your beard tickles me. Is that what she meant?”
“You’ll understand more when you meet the right person. But your mother said it made her feel safe, happy, and warm. Just like her smile did for me.” He hoped you’d experience that one day. The warmth someone made you feel inside. How they seemed to make everything better, even in the darkest of times.
Maybe this was what he’d meant? How Tech made you feel warm inside whenever he said your name or looked at you. You’d only seen a small smile here and there, but you adored it. It was that smile you thought about as you made his tea. Then you made it again, and once more. It had to be perfect, his first tea made by you and you’d be damned if it wasn’t just right. You searched through countless macarons in search of the perfect ones. No flattened tops or uneven bottoms. One had too little filing and the other had too much. Maybe he’d like the nut one? Or maybe the berry one? After more time than it should have taken, you finally found the perfect ones and arranged them on a tray for him.
Stepping out of the kitchen, you realized it had gotten quite a bit more packed. No matter, you’d just be extra careful making your way over to him.
Tech had been so lost in his datapad that he hadn’t even noticed the shop had become busier until the sound died down. It was like every person there was waiting for you to show up. He watched you balance the tray perfectly as you wiggled through the crowds. Just barely missing bumping into a table here, and ducking under someone’s hand there. The way you’d done it made him think you’d done this your entire life. You’d been doing beautifully until you tripped over someone’s satchel on the ground. Reacting far faster than he thought he could, he caught you.
The satchel had caught you by surprise. Usually, you’d recover perfectly but you’d been so entranced with how Tech was looking at you that you’d stumbled a bit too much. All the hard work you’d done to have his tea perfect and find the perfect macarons was about to go out the window. But then you felt familiar arms around you once more. Here he was again, saving you. The tea sloshed just a bit and you let out a sad sigh. “Damn”
“You seem to have a tendency to stumble. Perhaps you are suffering from an inner ear infection?” They tended to make people lose their balance. Your swear didn’t go unnoticed by him and looking down at the spilled tea Tech smirked. Helping you stand up, Tech took the tray and placed it down. What was that saying? No point in crying over spilled milk? “It seems the tea missed the macarons.” Looking back at you, he reached up and brushed some hair out of your face. “Are you ok?”
Stars, here he was again. Looking at you like you were a fragile doll. Your cheeks felt on fire as he brushed the hair from your face. Could he see how red they were? “I’m ok.” Not really but you couldn’t exactly tell him that your heart was beating as fast as a speeder or that his hand near your face was so warm that you wanted to bury your face into it.
There was that feeling in his heart again. Like some kind of animal was making a break for it inside his stomach. What was it about this situation that was giving him that reaction? The weather was perfect, the air smelled fine, and he hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary. What was different? Was it the red creeping across your cheeks? Or how your chest seemed to be raising and lowering faster than normal. Your cheek was so warm, something inside of him was making him want to hold it.
You chewed your lip carefully before clearing your throat. “Your tea will be getting cold.”
Tech swallowed at the site of you chewing your bottom lip. “I should drink it then.” Forcing himself to pull away from you, he instead found the teacup.
You should step away from him, and get back to your duties. No doubt the tables around you needed refills and you’d made a bit of a mess in the kitchen that needed cleaning up. “I’ll leave you to it then. Thank you…for saving me again, Tech.”
Turning to make your escape you found your older brother walking towards you. “Sorry, I was about to head back.”
He waved his hand at you as he cleared a recently vacated table. “Dad said to take your break now.” Had he been sent to keep an eye on you two? Perhaps. But he’d do it from a distance and honesty? He didn’t expect Tech to try anything, unlike the other men around you.
“Oh.” Well, that was nice of your father. “I’ll go ahead and grab something from the kitchen then.”
Tech sipped his tea carefully and hummed at the surprisingly delicious taste. Against the warm breeze coming from the ocean it cooled in a comfortable way he hadn’t expected. “You are welcome to join me for your break.” It seemed his mouth was once again speaking for him before his brain could stop it.
“That sounds wonderful.” Why must your mouth speak for you so often? You were about to apologize and state that you’d be fine eating in the kitchen when Tech smiled. It was brief, but it was there and oh, there was that warm feeling again. How could you possibly change your mind now? “I’ll go grab my tea and be back?”
“I got it. You relax.” Your brother moved faster than you’d honestly ever seen him move. Before you could say something he was gone. Looking back to Tech you found that he’d cleared the space next to him and was waiting for you to sit. Smiling softly, you took the seat. “Thank you.” You really should look into expanding your vocabulary with him.
You two sat next to each other in relative silence as you watched the sun begin to set. Your favorite time of the day. When the gradient of colors was so beautiful it was hard to find words for it. Your tea was delivered quickly and it didn’t go unnoticed that your two older brothers were now coincidentally cleaning tables near you. “Sorry about them. They can be a bit nosey.”
For the first time in a long time, Tech didn’t look at his datapad as he enjoyed the silence between you two. How you smiled as you sipped your tea and watched the sun go down. To him the colors were the same as many other planets, it was what the colors did to you that made him stop and appreciate it for once. Your eyes shined with the reflection of the setting light and he was able to truly appreciate the color of them. He’d noticed your eyes the day of the tsunami, but for some reason, at this moment they looked…brilliant.
He heard you apologize and with a chuckle he tilted his head to the right. “It seems our siblings share a common trait.”
Your eyes looked around in the direction that he’d motioned but you couldn’t see anything odd. Nor could you see his siblings. “They’re watching us?”
Tech nodded before pulling his datapad over and pulling up an image of Pabu. “Right about here.” He pointed to a few trees across the way. “I believe Omega is currently utilizing the upgraded binoculars I made her to spy on me.”
“You made her binoculars?” He could do everything, couldn’t he? When he nodded you sighed. “That’s amazing. I’m horrible with that kind of stuff.”
An eyebrow was raised as Tech took a bite of one of the macarons. A berry compote-filled one. Delicious. “Is that so? Your menu had me thinking otherwise.”
“I’m embarrassed to say how long that took me to figure out.” You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. The embarrassment made your cheeks warm up. “At one point I was finally done with it after hours of messing with it, and my datapad died. I lost all that hard work.” An annoyed sigh left your lips as you thought about that night. You’d nearly thrown your datapad out the window.
For once Tech was able to thoroughly think before speaking. “If you are interested, I could teach you a bit about this stuff.” He watched as your eyes lit up with pure excitement. Oh wow, he liked that. How fascinating.
“Are you sure? I know how busy you are, and I’d hate to intrude.” Every fiber of your being hoped he wouldn’t rescind his offer.
“As it stands, the tremor and tsunami sensors have been successfully upgraded. Power has been restored to the rest of the island and all boats have been equipped with depth sensors that will give us passive information on the tectonic plates that surround the island. I am a free man as it stands.” The movement of your brothers near you two didn’t go unnoticed by Tech, he was trained to notice the smallest details after all. It seemed they were waiting for you before they’d make a move.
The way he said ‘free man’ gave you the tingles all over. Swallowing you nodded as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth once more. “Then I’d like that a lot. How about after we close? Or is that too late?”
There it was again, that way you pulled your teeth into your bottom lip. How the corner of your lips pulled into a soft smile and your cheeks reddened. It made his chest feel warm once more and Tech realized he enjoyed that feeling. “After you close would work perfectly. I tend to stay up later than most so you do not need to worry.”
“Great. I’ll bring the tea.” You and Tech seemed to stare at each other for a while. A smile pulled at the corner of his lip and it was enough to make your cheeks burn.
It was your middle brother who broke the silence between you two. Whether you were happy or not that he did was hard to tell. “Hey, Dad needs your help with the next batch of macs.”
Nodding, you stood up and smiled back at Tech. “I’ll see you tonight then.”
Tech watched as you picked up both empty cups and made your way back to the kitchen. A fresh cup was delivered to him moments later, and a small bag of macarons wrapped perfectly for Omega as well. Her name was scrawled across the packaging in a flowy handwriting that reminded him of ocean waves. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to reach out and run his fingers across the dried ink, but he did. In a way, it was like touching a piece of you. The feeling of his heart racing once more made him finish his drink quickly. It was time he had a conversation with Hunter.
-*-
Hunter tried to process what Tech was saying to him. Somehow, in all the chaos of the last few months, he had become the one with the most experience with women on the ship. As such, Tech of all people was now information-dumping everything he’d been going through with you. Like how his heart seemed to have issues whenever you were around. How he felt warmer near you, comfortable. Tech described how you bit your lower lip earlier and both times he felt like something was fluttering in his stomach.
“Perhaps the perfume that she wears is causing an unintentional reaction?” Though when he tried to research his reactions he was unable to find anything useful.
Oh, how Hunter wished Echo or Cross were here to give advice. “It sounds like you like her, Tech.”
“Of course I like her. I would not bother entertaining someone in my free time if I did not like her.” This wasn’t new information to him. Even he could have deduced this much.
He was really going to have to break it down even more? Letting out a long sigh, Hunter figured out how he wanted to phrase all of this. “I mean more than an acquaintance. More in a romantic way.”
Oh, he liked you in a romantic way. It was an interesting thought. He’d been with women before but never for more than a night. An actual romantic relationship was a new concept to him. “What do you propose I do? Do you suppose she feels the same?”
Did you feel the same? Hunter couldn’t believe how naive his brother was. “You said she got excited when you offered to teach her more about tech?”
“Yes, as well as her heart rate increased by 32 percent. Her cheeks turned a shade of red and she bit her lip.” Armed with the new insight that he may be romantically interested in you, he now saw those actions differently.
“She likes ya, Tech. Just go with the flow and see where things lead.” His words fell on deaf ears as Tech was already lost in thought in all the little things you’d done earlier. Hunter smirked as he walked by Tech and patted his shoulder. Knowing his intellectual brother, the clone would now drown himself in research about dating and romantic relationships.
-*-
After that, you two fell into a happy routine. He’d visit while you worked and would take whatever tea you’d recommend. It was always something new paired with some kind of new pastry. Then he would pick you up after your shop closed and walk with you over to the sea wall where you’d listen to him explain whatever tech he was working with that day. You didn’t mean to but you’d hang on to every word he said, listening but never fully understanding what he was talking about.
Watching him get excited about whatever project he was working on or whatever he was teaching you about made your heart happy. During these times you'd truly get to see that smile of his. You hoped that it was because of you, but a part of you understood that it could simply be the joy of talking about his hobby. It didn’t matter either way though. He was enjoying himself.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Tech that you hung on his every word. That you tried your best to take diligent notes but always seemed to drift off. Perhaps you were a hands-on learner like himself? So he tried that route with you. Instead of lecturing you he pulled out some of his projects and showed them to you. Allowing you to physically touch them and take them apart. It seemed like you understood things a bit better. But on the ninth day, he realized you were staring.
“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Reaching up he adjusted his goggles, concerned that part of his dinner was on his cheek or something.
With a smile on your lips, you shook your head carefully. “Just…you really like this kind of stuff, huh?”
Something he’d noticed over the early days of your lessons together was that he quite enjoyed your smile. According to Hunter, the feeling he was experiencing was called butterflies in his stomach. Unable to hide the warmth growing on his cheek, Tech cleared his throat and looked back at his project. “Of course. It is my area of expertise. I find it…calming.”
Were his cheeks actually red because of you? It felt like your heart was flipping. “I find the ocean calming. The way the waves roll and lap at the rocks. I could fall asleep to it.”
“Is that so? I do not notice it. Kamino is an aquatic planet. Covered in oceans.” He liked learning more about you during these little meetings of yours.
Sighing you looked out at the ocean, its waves lapping near your feet. “I grew up on a desert planet in the outer rim. Was there until the wars.”
“Your brother mentioned being saved by clones before?” That hadn’t gone unnoticed by him that first meeting.
Of course, he’d heard that. With a nod you let your hand rest in your lap. “A warlord used to own our planet. Made the men work in the mines. The woman took care of the cooking, cleaning…entertainment.” You tried not to remember that part. “Then they came, white and pink armor glistening in the sun. Took them three days to run the Separatists out. I felt so safe with them around.” Looking up at the sun, you sighed. “Didn’t last long. The Separatists came back and bombed our planet. I tripped while running with my parents. Seems I’m good at that.”
Brown eyes watched as you told him your history. All your little expressions didn’t go unnoticed by him. How your lips parted as your breathing increased or how your fingers began to tap against the white stone of the seawall you were sitting on. You released a shuddered breath as you continued, lost in your memories. Something told him to comfort you and Hunter's words rang in his head. Reaching over, he carefully wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your fingers from tapping, you didn’t seem to notice.
“One of them picked me up and carried me in his arms like I weighed nothing. I never learned his name, but I’d seen him around the town. He told me we’d be ok and that he’d find me after.” Mindlessly, you raised your free hand to your cheek. Still able to feel the warmth of the clone's fingers. “Do you know if anyone from that unit survived?”
Pink and white? Tech ran through the different unit colors in his mind. Vaguely he could remember a few of them around Kamino right before he and his brothers were sent into the field. Though he couldn’t remember seeing them after the batch had passed their assessments. Which meant only one thing, total unit destruction. “I have no knowledge of a unit with that color coordination. Most likely it means they were placed into an undercover unit. Not uncommon.” Anyone else he would have told them the truth, but you? He just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t break your fragile heart with the knowledge that they were completely destroyed.
Turning your head, you smiled half-heartedly. “That’s good.” Looking back at the water, you hoped the clone that had given you his glove had survived and was safe out there, and hadn’t gotten into too much trouble for missing his glove.
Tech watched as you got lost in your thoughts once more. The breeze from the ocean blew your hair away from your face and he watched as your eyes closed to the feeling. The setting sun illuminated your lips and Tech felt another urge surge inside him. For once his nerves actually got to him as he squeezed your hand gently. “I am sorry to ask this, but would you be willing to assist me in a small experiment?”
“What kind of experiment, Tech?” You now noticed his hand holding yours and your heart began to race once again.
“I would like to investigate a theory of mine. Would you be willing to close your eyes?” Were his palms sweaty? They felt like they were becoming sweaty. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
If it was anyone else you’d say no. If it was your brothers you’d say hell no. But Tech made you feel safe…warm. So you obliged him. Swallowing, you adjusted how you were sitting to look at him before closing your eyes.
Never letting go of your hand, Tech carefully raised his other one to your cheek. His hand hovered for a moment before moving that final centimeter to rest on your warm skin. You let out a shaky breath as soon as he touched you and it gave him the confidence he needed. Carefully, he moved his thumb over your bottom lip and watched as you parted them.
“Tech? Are you going to kiss me?”
Tech's thumb hovered over your lip as he realized you were now looking at him. Your eyes were filled with hope and desire. For once his breath caught in his throat. “If you would allow me.”
You nodded slowly, never moving your eyes from his. “Don’t worry, you won’t offend me.”
A small chuckle came from Tech as he slowly leaned in to kiss you. Last time he’d done this in a hurry, trying to get you to open your mouth for the rebreather. Now this time, this time he wanted to take it slow, see if the energy he’d felt from you before was because of you or the adrenaline of almost drowning.
Your lips parted slightly in anticipation as your eyes closed. You’d hoped he’d kiss you again, you’d felt like the two of you were becoming closer. Everything around the two of you seemed to stop as you waited for the feeling of his lips on yours once more.
So close, your lips were just a breath away.
*Pling. Pling. Pling.*
Tech sighed softly as his datapad rang. No one ever called him unless it was important. “I’m sorry. It is important.”
Opening your eyes slowly, you nodded as he answered the datapad.
“Echo? What a surprise.” Tech raised an eyebrow, surprised to hear from the clone so soon.
Echo looked over his shoulder as Howzer and his men walked by with Senator Chuchi. “Wish I could say it was for a catch-up talk.”
Next to him, you shifted slightly. His hand was still holding yours, not yet ready to leave the warmth it gave him. “You require our assistance?”
“Yeah, need ya to take a look at some intel I gathered.” Echo needed to know where that transport was taking Howzer and his men. Hopefully, it would lead to others.
Sighing softly, Tech knew this would take some time. “Let me call you back in a moment, Echo.”
Echo was surprised that Tech was actually making him wait to discuss what needed to come next. But it was Tech and so he figured it was for a good reason. “Yeah. This line is secure. Call me back here.”
“I am sorry.” Tech placed the datapad down before looking at you. “It seems I am needed.”
“Don’t worry. I understand.” Picking up your datapad, you turned and placed your feet on the cobbled stone path behind you. “Same time tomorrow?”
Tech watched as you stood. Lifting your hand to his lip he placed a gentle kiss against your warm skin. It wasn’t the kiss he wanted to give you. But the feeling that he’d gotten from being interrupted had answered the questions he had been trying to figure out. He irrevocably and undeniably liked you romantically. “Same time tomorrow.”
Your cheeks flared at his kiss. Smiling, you waved to him before turning and heading back to your house.
His brown eyes watched as you vanished up the hill towards your house. He’d kiss you properly soon. For now, he needed to help his brother.
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TELL ME ABOUT THE CHIPMUNKS LORE. pretty please.
1st thank you for indulging me (even tho i asked lol) 2nd.maybe dont open this unless you want to get blasted with useless information + unimportant yet dearly held opinions + offtopic addendums + true sincerity. i tried to hold back guys im sorry. hold onto your hats im getting fucking crazy in here
firstly ill summarize and say that my "version" of the story of aatc [1] is basically just an idealized version of the "lore" the 1960s version gave us (i say "lore" in quotations bc there was. none lol).
now a lot of my ideas concerning the "lore" of story are interconnected to my opinions about the actual application of aatc media in real life . for instance, the story is set, vaguely, around the late 1950s - early to mid 1960s, like the irl "run" of the original chipmunks records. i personally believe that, as a real media franchise, aatc really has no reason to exist within our modern world with the technology we have today [2] so aatc as a fictional story is affected similarly. along with that, when the story is played out in the context of 1960s america it creates a richer thematical experience as the themes are compounded and expanded on. [3] a lot of the themes that i consider Essencial to the story deal with acceptance of differences and familial love and questioning of ones own humanity and sense of belonging, both within oneself and within the family unit and within larger society, and conservative 1960s suburban america is just a rlly good backdrop to place all of that. so basically i believe in the Contextuality of 1960s aatc and i love to allude to those contexts within the story.
another thing about my version is that i allow it to be inconsistent both with itself or with real life, just cuz it doesn't really have to be. for instance, this story has a floating timeline and i consider the chipmunk's ages to range from 8 - 10 years old— theodore is 8, alvin is 9, simon is 10. (simon is the oldest in the 1960s era idc who says what, i will die on this hill) however at the same time i think it would make the most sense for them to come from the same litter, which would make them all the same age. so i consider the chipmunks to be different ages while also considering they were born at the same time. i do have an in-world resolution for this discrepancy [4] but you get what im saying: my version of events is a little fictional story for me and me only so inconsistencies like that can be brushed over . mainly so i don't think too deeply about the logistics of things (cuz i tend to do that to avoid any possible criticism cuz i am Afraid of flaw) . like i'll catch myself being like "but how does the development of a real 8yo match theodore's behavior? 🤨" and i have to tell myself "bro.. this is a fictional cartoon world ur literally talking about a talking chipmunk its Not That Serious it doesn't have to be that realistic dude" so i just say its my own little play place and i get to do what i want :)
my version of the backstory of the chipmunks is not really all there in terms of external and internal consistency, but it mostly resembles the 1980s series' backstory where dave finds the chipmunks on his doorstep. (see [4] for entire story) i think that the months after dave took them in were honestly a p dark period for the family. i don't imagine dave had good support system and i think the mental struggle of suddenly caring for 3 incredibly strange children all the while fearing societal reactions to them (which restricted him from getting the help he needed) [5] definitely aged him. ithink hes like, early 30s when the chipmunks arrive, late 30s when the timeline "starts floating"... not as young as most (?) fans/iterations interpret him to be. i think that, before "the chipmunk song" was created, dave had raised the chipmunks for like.. 3-5ish years. what i'm saying is that dave definitely took in the chipmunks out of the kindness of his own heart and not cuz he wanted to capitalize on their singing prowess (aHEM looking at a certain movie 🤨)
also, i like to accentuate the animal-ness of the boys by taking real world information about chipmunks and applying it to them :) in general its a little bit of a pet peeve of mine when ppl just completely disregard the animal part of funny animal characters... esp with alvin and the chipmunks bc thats like. Their Whole Thing . they are chipmunks ? why do you just ignore that 😭
now i have talked a LOT about angsty stuff but i do want to make it clear that legit all this stuff is the subtext and background for interactions shown within the 1960s chipmunk media. the chipmunks are still happy kids who have fun and goof around and piss off david !! its just that they have fears and their own Issues like any real person.
so yeah! thats my chipmunk lore!! ^^ i have a whole document about my version so im definitely. fucking insane about the chipmunks. if any other aatc fans are reading this please be nice to me 😦 i feel as though i am very much a weirdo in my sandbox all alone soo dont h8 me plz :)
and just to send it off with some silly lore here are some random headcanons for each character that i have taken straight from my lore document ^^
alvin: would 100% be a leash kid . just sayin (as a former leash kid myself)
alvin: takes after david musically— when he writes his own music and makes up little songs to himself it sounds very similar to the songs dave writes. alvin doesn't recognize this but dave definitely does :,)
alvin: insecure about his height and constantly reassures himself that he will have a growth spurt when hes older
simon: loves loves LOVEs non-conventional and instrumental music! especially those set in different modes
simon: astronaut kid he loves space and wants to b an astronaut . born at just the right time B)
simon: knows better than to follow along with alvin's troublemaking + rebelliousness, occasionally tries to push back, but often is just like. fuck it we ball and goes along with it, especially if its fun ^^
theodore: LOVES the technical aspect of music + the recording process . he will tell you all about the science behind how vinyl records work unprompted.
theodore: doesnt like to sing solos as much as his brothers do bc of past childhood asthma at age 3 and also because he can not stop himself from giggling when hes singing hes just so happy :)! (THIS ONE IS CANON 💥💥💥 SOURCE: UP ON THE HOUSETOP CHRISTMAS W THE CHIPMUNKS VOL 1 ‼️)
theodore: although he is the most naive of the bunch, he is not dumb . hes just a little kid who likes being silly !
dave: before taking the chipmunks in in his early 30s he was the world's most regular guy . wrote hits for other people, continues to do that occasionally into the boys's careers
dave: literally has a song for everything . he will do everything to a beat .
dave: embroiders and cross-stitches to regulate his anger + knows how to sew really well since he has 2 make all of the boys' clothes. (CANON ⁉️😍) also it was his decision to color-code and embroider their initials onto everything they wear lmfao
FOOTNOTES (color coded for your convenience!)
[1] - in this post i refer to the media franchise as "aatc" (alvin and the chipmunks) and refer to the actual trio of characters as "the chipmunks" to avoid confusion. i just want it to be said that i personally dont like to call the media franchise "alvin & the chipmunks" on account of the whole "uuu if alvins a chipmunk why is it called alvin & the chipmunks" joke, i personally prefer to call the franchise just "the chipmunks" as it is shorter and includes the 1960s era as for most of it the franchise went by several different iterations (if we lived in a perfect world the franchise would still be called "david seville and the chipmunks" . just saying)
[2] - back in the early 60s, combining pitch-shifted vocals and character-acting was an innovative technique that took real time, effort, knowledge and skill to achieve. but nowadays not only is the concept no longer fresh but literally anyone can create their own "chipmunk" vocals in a matter of minutes. the story & characters (also nostalgia) are really the only thing keeping the aatc franchise going, esp since that's what more modern iterations of aatc focus on rather than the actual music.
[3] - in the media outside of their albums (the alvin show & the dell comics, specifically) there is always an underlying theme of comparison between david and the boys and the 1960s concept of a nuclear american family. its not exactly an "Intentional" theme, it more or less comes with the (irl) time-period the original aatc media was created in. the seville household is, inherently, a subversion of the ideal of the "perfect family" that households were compared against and strived to be, even at the expense of their own comfort, ideals, safety, etc. this subversion can be played into for drama and angst in a richer, more plausible way than it would be if the story were set in a more modern time period, u know? but yeah i believe that, as a fictional story, aatc shouldn't be divorced from the context of the attitudes and values of what mainstream society thought a family should be in the 1960s.
[4] - essentially in my version of events, dave was given no information about the boys and he basically made up their ages. when david found them in his backyard, they were oversized chipmunks as large as your average cat. they all sort of acted like young human children, but they were a lot more... chipmunk than child. they could only babble— but the sounds were recognizable as human speech. dave was obviously freaked out and resolved to keep an eye on them whenever they were in his backyard. he really only resolved to take them in due to the fact that he could literally see them change throughout a single week. how i imagine the chipmunks' biology is that they are a mixture of human and chipmunk (not literally, mind you, more as a physiological, figurative thing) so they have the intelligence and development of a human while still doing certain things like undertaking hibernation, wanting to forage and stockpile and burrow, things like that. however their growth rate is incredibly fucked up, going from the actual size of a newborn baby chipmunk to the size of a human toddler within like, a year. with this rapid growth also comes more human-like intelligence. once they were actually living in his house, dave knew there was something human about them with these creatures so he couldn't just let them return to the wild, especially since they were becoming more and more dependent on him and more and more human-like as days passed... i definitely think there was a moment of pure clarity for dave where he realized like. wow, that's a child. these things are children. and they are relying on me to provide for them. they are absolutely attached to me by now. and i think i might actually be attached to them too. and thats when he decided to name them and truly care for them like any other human child. overtime the chipmunks slowed their growth rate and matched their developing rate with the same as an average human. the chipmunks don't remember much of their early childhood and nothing can really be disputed so davids word of what happened is gospel. And yeah thats their backstory basically. if you want more on dave's view point on the chipmunks and their fucked up growth process, you can read this post here :)
[5] - he overcame this, of course. he did not want the boys to think that he was ashamed of them. public school was a different story, however, and the boys were more-or-less in a state of homeschooling before the release of "the chipmunk song." knowing that most of their peers would actually look up to them rather than down upon them extremely reassured him.
#Dont look at me.#this is literally the most vulnerable i think i have ever been in my life.#please be kind i am obviously mentally ill 😭😭#um im not tagging this one guys. sorry#i am VERY afraid.#i will be tagging personal however. because this is literally the most personal i could ever get.#personal
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Hi! I've been thinking about this for..probably weeks, so I decided to ask—
TL;DR: I haven't been officially diagnosed with ADHD but I'm suspected of having it, can I still say that I have it or I shouldn't?
For more information and a bit of rambling probably:
I've been interested in psychology (mainly disorders) for years now (I'm still a minor), when I was 10 I stumbled upon depression on TikTok. I related to a lot of stuff but I didn't want to self-diagnose, I ended up researching alot— I'd spend hours! I related heavily to everything, but I brushed it off as "I probably don't have it" Like 2-3 years later my mother took me to a psychologist and I got diagnosed with depression— so that's a thing. Ever since then I've been going to a psychologist every week (This is for a little background info)
I've recently (like in January I think) been to group therapy (5 people in total (all afab, although I identify as nonbinary) +2 psychologists), it was 2 weeks long and we had to stay in a mental hospital. The first day one of my therapy partners asked me if I had ADHD— I said no, since I'm not diagnosed— so that was interesting—
After the 2 weeks were over we talked about it with the psychologists and my mom, they also mentioned that they thought I had ADHD—
Ever since then I was wondering if I had it (my Psychologist said that I'll get tested etc before the end of the school year but I haven't heard anything else about it since then). I heard about ADHD back then (years ago) and related a little but never got that interested in it and brushed it off as "I don't have it". But now ever since the group therapy I've been researching ADHD (and autism, that's another thing that I'll get into later) and I heavily relate to everything and it just clicked! I've always felt different, I was always told that I was different (also that I'm overly sensitive etc) and everything just...well..clicked— so yeah, my question is, am I 'allowed' to say that I have it?
And about the autism thing that I was talking about— I don't think I'm autistic, although I relate to a few stuff.
Also, my dad thought I was autistic for...reasons and I was taken to a psychologist (or psychiatrist, I don't remember) but they said that I don't have it (we were there 3 times, I don't remember any of it)
I also completed tests and all of them were at the cusp (barely above or below)—
If I have ADHD, then it would make sense since there can be overlaps and stuff, especially since both of them are neurodiversity
I really hope that I get diagnosed with it. If they say that I don't have it idk what I'll do (one of my friends also got weirded out when I told her that I want to get diagnosed, "why do you want that?")
If you answer this, thank you for your time and energy! I'm sorry for the block text
I hope you'll have a great day!!
Okay well first of all that friend is being blatantly ignorant, there’s definitely benefits that come with being diagnosed like medication and proper treatment…the hell does she mean by “why”…
Anyways —
I am fully in support of self diagnosis as is this blog, and people questioning ADHD are also more than welcome. You saying you have ADHD until you find out whether it’s true or not is not going to hurt a single soul. If you find ADHD resources and communities helpful, there is zero harm in finding solace in those.
If you end up having ADHD, great, you have a name for the experience! And if not? Well, in the meantime, you learned a lot, advocated for yourself, and communicated with your therapy partners+psych. I think that’s pretty special and worth it.
I hope all goes well. Feel free to come back and update us on what happens! I’d love to know.
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Mediwhump May Day 3 - Seizure
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This is canon-compatible with Five Card Draw and therefore does not have any AU markers. The 'Suit Booster' drug is more explained in unposted sections of that manuscript but basically, it's a performance enhancer that the Suits can take when they've pushed their bodies as far as they can and still need more, it removes the pain and fatigue temporarily and kickstarts their regeneration factor.. Jack helps the Doc with testing because he forgives easily and the promise of food is enough to get him to at least consider pretty much anything.
“So, Doc, what are we testing today?” Jack’s feet barely brushed the floor as he kicked them gently. They should really get the Doc some new equipment in here; a guy’s feet were definitely not supposed to reach the floor when he was sitting on an exam table, and he wasn’t even the tallest person in the Deck.
The Doctor was in a good mood, as was typical on a testing day, their smile real and their glasses on, which meant they were actually trying to be able to see him. “This is another drug trial. The formulation is not overly different from the previous test, so I will mainly be looking at the efficacy of the-“
Jack yawned loudly. “I’ll be honest with you, Doc, I just got off of a triple, so if we could skip the long-winded explanations, I’d really appreciate it.” He leaned back heavily on the reclined table, half-wishing he could go to sleep right there. Why did they have to call for him now, of all times?
The Doctor, of course, had the answer to that question. “That is actually why I asked you here today. My hope is that this new iteration of the ‘Suit Booster’ drug, as you insist upon calling it, will activate more quickly, remain effective longer, and have less of a rebound effect. Your fatigue is vital to the experiment.”
Sure. Whatever. Jack couldn’t bring himself to sweat the details. The sooner he did what the Doc wanted, the sooner he could be in his bathtub and then his bed. “Cool. So I take it like a normal booster?”
“Yes!” They handed him a palm-sized capsule of dark purple gel. “Just rate the change in your fatigue level and the monitors will do the rest.”
“Aren’t these usually blue?” he asked before sucking down the liquid. The texture was like drinking yogurt, not unpleasant, but also not grape-flavoured like his brain was telling him it should be.
The Doctor shrugged. “Would you prefer another colour? The blue dye was added at the Queen of Diamonds’ request when I was developing the original formula. She thought the four of you would prefer it to dark yellow.”
Well, she’d been right. Jack couldn’t think of many things worse than sucking down a tube of viscous piss-coloured fluid when he was already at his limit. He’d take any colour but that. And any taste in his mouth other than the suddenly overpowering grape flavouring. “Mother’s veil, Doc, that grape stuff comes on strong. It’s giving me a headache.” the lights were too bright suddenly, and he shielded his eyes with his hand.
The Doctor’s brow furrowed, and they set a hand on his shoulder in concern. “Jack... I haven’t added grape flavouring to the formula. I have not added any flavouring. Are you sure you’re- where in the blazes are you going?”
Jack’s head had snapped up and he was already halfway to the door before the Doctor’s hold on his arm stopped him. “Something’s here. Something’s coming.” His instincts had been honed by fifty years of being the Jack of Clubs, and he never doubted them anymore. The feeling of unease usually wouldn’t be this strong or come on this quickly. He felt close to a panic attack and nothing had happened to cause one of those. He realised that his breathing had become erratic, was vaguely aware of the Doctor calling his name, and then a sensation like falling off of a cliff before darkness.
When he became aware again, the first thing he noticed was how badly his head hurt. If this was what a migraine felt like, he had much more sympathy for Queen now. It was the sort of headache that made him feel like removing his jaw might help more than it would hurt. The next thing he noticed was that he’d been put into the recovery position. That was nice of whoever had done that. Was he on the floor? He guessed he must be. It wasn’t as dusty as he would have expected. Did the Doc spend all of their time in here cleaning?
Oh! The Doc! they must be worried sick if he’d passed out. He forced his eyes open a bit further. There they were, sitting on the floor next to him, uncharacteristically attentive. “Wha’ ‘appened…” His voice sounded strange…
They sighed in relief. “Welcome back. How much do you remember?”
Jack swallowed thickly. His mouth was so dry. How long had he been out? “Not much. We were... testing something, right?”
“Mhm. You had a temporal focal followed by a generalised tonic-clonic seizure, and, rather impressive one too, I might add. Not one of the anticipated side effects. I apologise, I rarely make such a severe medical error…” Their expression was neutral, but he could tell that they were furious with themselves.
“Not your fault, Doc. My head hurts…”
“I will be the judge of that. And yes, that is a standard after effect. You must be exhausted. I would like to keep you overnight for observation, if you feel up to getting up off of the floor.”
Jack did not, in fact, feel up to that. He’d much rather go to sleep right here. The last thing he heard was the Doctor’s “Hell’s teeth...” of affectionate consternation.
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Why Most Child Characters Seem Shallow and How to Avoid It
Ah, kids… They all develop at different rates and display unique characteristics. Yet, when you look at media of any medium or any age demographic, do you feel that child characters are a little…flat? Annoying even? Do you see the same kid character in multiple stories just with slightly different appearances? Are they more like plot devices or objects than fleshed out people?
I find often in writing child characters many creators (the vast majority of which are teens or adults) get trapped in the constraints of cultural ideas about how children supposedly work. I understand most people aren’t going to be able to know every aspect of developmental psychology, and that’s fine! Yet it’s ironic, since we were all kids at one point ourselves. Still, media of all sorts is tempted to group kids into categories based mainly on how they impact the rest of the cast, rather than the child’s developing personality and what factors are influencing its trajectory. I am aware that there are exceptions to every rule and I have seen many great well written child characters. However, in this post, I want to discuss what causes the majority of them to seem shallow, and how to avoid it in your writing!
1. Children Don’t Exist in a Vacuum
Children’s behavior is often framed by society in the lens of how it affects others, rather than considering the valid reasons a child may have to behave in that way. For example, a kid screaming and crying in a public place is seen as a brat throwing a tantrum…until someone realizes they’re hurt or being abducted. As a child, you’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t. No matter what you do, or why, or how, if you cause inconvenience, adults will likely on some level take it personally. They think to themselves that there were many other reasonable ways this kid could’ve gotten their needs met, but they chose to do this annoying thing.
In reality, kids rely on others reacting to them to get food water and love. That’s why children (who haven’t been abused) do whatever it takes to get their caregivers to pay attention to their needs, and their tactic is dependent on how the caregiver and their environment reacts. So ask yourself, why would this child character you’re writing be behaving in the specific way they are? Has this been the best way for them to get their needs met with their caregivers in the past? Are the characters around them going to understand this, or be annoyed? How does that make the child feel?
2. Kids Aren’t That Stupid
I can’t stress this point enough. Naive or innocent are not just other ways to say unintelligent or unaware. Kids notice almost everything around them, as they’re constantly absorbing information. They can have difficulties focusing on one thing for that reason. A lot of things are going through those little noggins of theirs, so please don’t go to making your 10 year old character act like they have the awareness of a toddler. I understand that maybe this character you’re writing is one you want to come off as innocent, but this isn’t the way to do it.
Child characters, though maybe not having as much experience noticing certain things, will usually notice the feelings of those around them. Kids can tell when adults don’t take them seriously, or when they’re being brushed aside. Don’t fall into the trap of making your child character oblivious to everything going on around them, or limiting their vocabulary to basic words even as they get to school age to make them “sound like a child”. They know more than you give them credit for, so don’t hesitate to let them be a bit more involved in what’s happening.
3. Tiny Human Problems are Real Problems
So, you may think children overrreact to the most trivial things. That’s hindsight talking for you. Kiddos don’t have as much frame of reference as an adult, so they react intensely to things adults may scoff about. This can either be natural because the child doesn’t know what to expect and is a bit spooked, or taught by how extremely others have reacted to similar things around them. A toddler may not know how to react to spilling their drink on the new carpet, and look to others. If someone freaks out over the mess, the child is likely to start crying themselves, and will feel panic if they spill something in the future. When put to a broad perspective, spilling something is not the end of the world. It’s an accident, and it can be cleaned up. But a child won’t know how that it’s not a big catastrophe unless someone else shows them they can remain calm in the situation.
In fact, as a general rule, extremely young children tend to see everything as revolving around them. This isn’t the same as selfishness. It’s more like they haven’t developed their full sense of “me” yet. Instead, everything is framed as “we”. The child and the world are one in the same. Problems for them are problems for the whole world. We are hungry. We are tired. We want that candy bar, etc. They cry and react so extremely because to their developing brains, this isn’t just their problem, but literally everyone else’s problem too. Keep in mind this also means when someone gets upset for a reason that has nothing to do with them, most children believe subconsciously they did something to make it happen. That belief can stay with them even well into adulthood.
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Hi it is finally time for me to share my Gentaro hypmic theory with the world
I just want to put it out there before Cross A Line releases and it’s rendered completely moot point LMAO
OBVIOUSLY HEAVY HYPMIC SPOILERS AHEAD
Okay so like... I think most of us are on the same page about Gentaro’s brother being his older twin, and that “Gentaro” is really the name of the older brother; not the Gentaro that we know.
So my personal theory about Gentaro’s backstory is this: He and his brother were used in twin experiments by Party of Words at some point before their takeover.
Here is my proof:
In the FP M manga, chapter 6, Gentaro has three meetings with different publishers (I assume?) about the manuscripts of his most recent novels. The synopsis for each are as follows:
(1)"the brotherly love between twins" (genre not specified)
(2) "the isolated struggle of a young man engulfed in the establishment's conspiracy" (which is a mystery book)
(3) "the elder of the twins stopping an organization from kidnapping and using people as test subjects" (which is a sci-fi book)
After the third one, the publisher comments that it’s a “very interesting fiction”, which Gentaro brushes off as “a stroke of luck”. However, the moment the publisher leaves, he sighs to himself and says “A fiction, huh..,”
So my theory here is that our Gentaro and his brother were involved in this kidnapping and being used as test subjects, and then Gentaro’s brother ultimately puts a stop to it by releasing the manuscript.
We also know from Gentaro’s songs and from FP M+ chapter 7 that Gentaro best writes what he has experienced first hand, even if details of the final product have been altered to protect his and his brother’s identities.
My other piece of evidence, is that Rei and Party of Words then when on to D E V E L O P C L O N E S
In my opinion it makes sense idk. I know it’s probably not correct. In fact, I’m pretty sure DoD chapter 12 contradicts this? Because the Ramuda that we know already exists by the time Gentaro’s debut novel comes out? But it could also be that maybe Gentaro’s brother mainly wrote nonfiction and our Gentaro mainly writes fiction? So it would be a debut novel instead of a debut book/biography/etc.? Either that, or his brother had never actually published his works, and Gentaro took it upon himself to do so under his brother’s name? I guess only time will tell.
Either way, I’m excited to find out! Tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if we didn’t get the lore drop on this for a while, but I just wanted to put my thoughts out into the world! Thank you to @doppo-hifumi and @subway-midnight for listening to me rant about this story in our messages bbb,,, it gave me the courage to actually post it ;u;
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How do you do your shading/lighting? It's really pretty!
First: I lay out my flat colors!
Second: I choose what the shadows will be! I lean towards the red-orange shades, never choose straight black or grays for shadows on anything! (Unless your drawing is just black in white).
Third: The brush I use is called “Hard Brush” Under the Airbrush section on procreate! Even if you don’t have procreate, many programs have brushes that allow the same pen pressure and effect! As shown below, the more pressure I put the darker the color will be. If for some reason your program can’t do that then lowering the opacity of your brush can also have the same effect!
Fourth: I begin to put in the shadows where I think they’ll be, the fun part is I have no idea where the shadows will go. This is just for funzies~ But if you want to be accurate, look at references and mark where your light source(s) will be before adding shadows and/or lighting!
(don’t mind the middle image I used the selection tool which is why it has those line eUgH)
Fifth: I begin to blend everything using the smudge tool! If you do not have a smudge tool then an airbrush could work as well! It will just take a while longer <:3
Sixth: After smudging, it should look like this! Well that is if you want to shade like me, the ending product is whatever you feel happy with! <3
Lighting Time! Okay First: Pick the original skin tone, and choose a lighter color of it as shown here!
Second: Do exactly like with the shadows and add it wherever you want! I added it on the forehead, nose, above the lips and in the chin! Mainly because those areas tend to stick out more from the face so they’re out of the shadows. You may not see a difference at first from all the mixing and smudging but turn the layer on and off and you’ll see there is definitely a difference!
Final step: Merge all the colored layers together and use the airbrush tool to add a bit of spice to the drawing. I normally do this when the character/object is outside or not in a dark room. Since the characters face and hair has a lot of warm colors I’ll add a contrast like blue (cool colors) to make it pop more!
I’ve added my favorite modes to use; Color Dodge, Add, and Screen! I use them for lighting or special effects. I added the normal as well for you guys to see the difference. My personal favorites are Add and Screen, they show more.
Now the final step for everything is the lineart! Add another layer and set it to clipping mask, use the airbrush tool and with whatever mode you want and whatever color you want (I personally love red) just go crazy and airbrush areas you think would make the drawing pop more!~ These last steps are my favorite part Hehe </3
Important Notes:
- When coloring make sure to divide the areas in different layers!! So example: Have skin color on one layer, hair color on a separate layer, clothing color on another layer, etc. It makes it easier for your future self to shade each area without having it all be on one layer and you struggling to only render the face and hair without it smudging the base colors!
- Never be afraid to shade darker or add a more lighter color!! In fact never be afraid when coloring or drawing (digitally that is) you could always just double tap the problem away if you don’t like it! Always experiment and remember it’s all about trusting the process and being patient!
- If you want more contrast on colors, normally, I follow the warm and cool color rule. Like I mentioned before; Red, Orange and Yellow are warm colors while Blue, Purple and Green are cool colors. So if you were to have a painting/drawing with a lot of warm colors add some cool colors as lighting or as background elements! It goes both ways.
- If this is your first time rendering in this style, then please know that it may not come out exactly right the first time. It took me a lot of practice with this style to get it right, I’m still learning and adapting new things! Be patient with yourself and keep practicing! You got this✨
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Research
This week was all about getting medieval research done. For this, I did a lot of medieval research mainly relying on articles and documentaries. Also, the V&A provided a great source for products that would be used in that period. I also watched Disney's robin hood for background inspiration.
Middle Ages - Definition, Timeline & Facts | HISTORY
(31) Timeline - World History Documentaries - YouTube
Medieval · V&A (vam.ac.uk)
Development
I started to look at stonework that may have been used during the medieval period, I then began to create paints and linework of different possible stone works. After I was happy with this trying to stick to the bright colours that had been suggested to us by our show run.
(castle and stone work images taken from google)
Feedback
positives- the showrunner liked the stacked corner stones in the middle of my studies and the thin stacked brick.
Note- to try and simplify the stone work to fit in with the background aesthetic.
Castle exploration 06/02
I started exploring the shape of the castle that I had done previously in a front-view trying to get a feel for how it might look. I had chosen the shape that a majority of my group was drawn to in my first initial shape explorations. From this, I decided to include two different versions one with extra detail in the stonework and one without. Just for fun, I placed the initial sketch of the character in the image (this was not drawn or designed by me)
This was a quick image that I had drawn on the train to university, I wanted to explore line work and its colour to see if this would be an option for us. I also added a small angel detail into the window as I thought having this throughout might be something interesting to include. I also loved the cream-to-yellow gradient I used within the window.
Castle Crowns exploration
A member of my team had made mention of making the castle look like crowns, I really liked this Idea so I drew 3 different kinds of castles that looked like crowns. Using images from google as a reference while drawing. I tried to give different shape theory design, curved, straight edges, and then sharp edges. This Idea was quickly dropped.
Background exploration- 08/02
We were set a task to complete a test for a background that would be going into our animatic. I decided to do the banquet, as this was a ruff I decided to take inspiration from one banquet hall image (found on Google) and then created my own initial concept of the design and layout of the background while referring to styles that the showrunner had mentioned. The first image is lined in a FG, MG and BG format. After I had this lined I decided to explore with colours in the same format, experimenting with texture, different brushes and then adding lighting.
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colours are nice, but need to be warped to fit the style.
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Fiona - 2, 16
Rams - 3, 11
Trauma asks:
Fiona - 1, 6
Rams - 2, 19
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FIONA - TECH
2. What’s on their lock screen?
Fiona’s lock screen is just the default one xD
It’s pretty enough already so he can’t be bothered to go searching for a new one. Besides, people aren’t as likely to see his lock screen anyway??
His customization mainly lies in the phone case! He switches through a couple (by that I mean dozens) that range from colorful geometric patterns to floral patterns. He tries not to “double-dip” i.e. use two of the same type of case within two months of each other. (If he has a really killer outfit, he might break this rule to style his phone case too!)
16. Let’s look at their search history. What are the last 5 things they searched?
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FIONA - TRAUMA
1. How are their parents? Are they good? Are they terrible? Are they dead?
yes, i have been wanting to get into this!!
SO, Fiona’s parents are objectively fine. Like they fed him, sent him to all the good schools, put him through a decent college, got him treats from time to time –basically, did all the bare bones requirements for Fiona to have a decent childhood. BUT they also saw all the things they did for him as a privilege and one that Fiona should repay with complete obedience.
His parents don’t believe that he can have different experiences from them. If Fiona complains that it’s cold outside, his dad would respond that whatever temperature it is isn’t cold and Fiona isn’t cold.
If Fiona argues, his father gets mad and accuses him of making a big deal over nothing.
If Fiona genuinely hates a class, like would prefer to be in a hospital over sitting through the class sort of hate, and expresses that his mother will be distressed but she is entirely focused on the grades aspect of it. As long as Fiona is doing well then it doesn’t matter if he likes it or not –even if he’d give up all his tommorrows to skip just one day.
His dad will compress all that to him just ‘not liking the class’ even when Fiona says otherwise and scolds him for using extreme language and distressing his mother, who is (of course) the most affected person here.
God forbid he talk about his attraction to men or really be anything his parents didn’t envision when they imagined having a son. Unfortunately, that is exactly everything Fiona is and they are not willing to compromise and Fiona internalized this.
He quieted himself, at least around his parents. Fiona let his parents practically live life through him, hell, Fiona almost got engaged and married before he couldn’t live like that anymore and switched to law –a career his parents absolutely hated but Fiona was okay with.
6. What’s their greatest fear?
Dismissal. Not just from anyone but from the people close to him. Rejection is easy: bare yourself to someone and they don’t want them? That’s fine. But to sit in front of someone and be vulnerable only to be brushed aside is devastating. Fiona’s lived most of his life receiving that from his parents and he still wants their approval. If he received the same treatment from his friends/partner, Fiona knows he wouldn’t leave and trap himself all over again.
RAMS - TECH
3. Do they use nicknames for their contacts or do they list contacts by full name?
It takes Rams forever give xir phone number. You’d think they’re dodging it but it just genuinely doesn’t occur to them to give out their number till way long into a relationship. When she does, she’ll name them after something funny that happened.
[for what it’s worth: Shreya -> Dragon costume, Griffin -> Cap’n, Zeph -> Dragon links, Aster -> Owls, Atlas -> Angel, Beckett -> (No) Eyebrows]
11. Are they the kind of person who takes selfies?
Not really? Rams isn’t naturally photogenic. Co is the dud off to the side, probably with cos hands in front of co and a polite, plastered smile on cos face. But Rams is a very willing model!! You just have to direct co around a bit.
It’s something Shreya takes full advantage of literally whenever she can.
RAMS - TRAUMA
2. Any interesting scars?
Not really 😞 Co does have some callouses from manual labor stuff co did for volunteer hours. (Rams did so many hours.)
19. Are they emotional or a stone wall?
Rams swaps between depending on who they’re with! While never a stone wall, they are rather reserved around people they don’t know well but once you get past that initial ‘get to know you’ stage… Well, they wear their heart on both sleeves!
In all fairness, Rams is never hiding her feelings. If you ask sincerely, she will tell you how she’s really feeling regardless of how close she is to you (though she will be vaguer with people she doesn’t know.)
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