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scientia-rex · 5 months

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I had one of those days where I just had too many feelings to fit inside my skin, and I’ll have to recover from it.

Telling a patient she has breast cancer. Telling a patient she has dementia. Calling a patient at 6:30pm, still sitting at my desk, because even though I finished seeing patients at 5pm, I have work to do. Doing an endometrial biopsy on a patient who may have cancer. Calling a company so I can get the password to a website so I can recredential every three months so my clinic can charge for my work. Working with an assistant on whom I’ve also done an endometrial biopsy. My regular MA is out with COVID. I’m getting a year-end bonus for the first time in my life. Some idiot kid thinks I don’t know how ears work. I saw back to back ADHD patients; one is a trans woman who paused her transition because she can’t afford it. One is a kid who did loops around the exam room chairs the whole time I talked to his mother. His mother was frosty towards me at first because I was running late because I was telling a patient she had breast cancer, and she was crying, and her daughter was crying, and when her partner died of a different cancer last year the hospice workers were homophobic and she’s afraid of hospice. A different idiot kid thinks I don’t know how soap works. The ADHD kid’s mom warmed up to me when she realized I cared and knew what I was talking about. The kid said, “AHEM. What’s up, chicken butt?” I laughed and high fived him. I gave his mom the Vanderbilt forms to assess ADD symptoms across multiple environments. I saw a patient who had a certain air about her that I recognized intimately, and at the end I asked what she did, and she was a doctor, too. I knew it had to be something like that. When I explain medical concepts I aim for lay language, but I can see when people get faintly impatient with me for it, and I’ll add in more and more technical language and see when they start looking confused; she didn’t. I could watch every new patient take in my brightly-colored hair, combined with the utterly forgettable rest of me, all browns and grays and dress slacks and comfortable shoes, because the hair is my one concession to my deep need for attention; in the exam room, I need to recede into the background so the patient can be the focus. Studies have shown that patients don’t like it when doctors disclose that they have the same medical issues. It might seem like bonding, but it shifts the focus away from where it belongs: the patient. That island of time is theirs. The breast cancer patient’s daughter said to me, “Thank you for spending the time with us. I know you didn’t have the time.” And I said, “From each according to their something or other, to each according to their needs. It’s lukewarm Marxism.” I don’t think she heard it all, or took it all in, which was good. I had a migraine that made my head feel three sizes too big with a steady drumbeat of pain despite taking two Ubrelvy, two Aleve, and two Tylenol, plus 100mg of caffeine and a propranolol and a Zofran. You have to disconnect each patient from the next. I can’t bring the breast cancer patient’s grief and heaviness into a room where a little boy is doing hand-stands and telling me silly puns. One of the nurses brought me a sublingual Toradol from a stash—someone’s purse, somewhere—because she wanted me to feel better, and I felt tears stinging my eyes because she cared about me. I couldn’t afford to cry. I just told a woman she has dementia and she doesn’t believe me. I told her to bring her husband to our next visit. I ended my clinic day doing an endometrial biopsy, trying to pass a uterine sound through a stenotic cervix, but I’ve done this before enough times to know to have the set of dilators ready. I dilated her cervix gently but firmly, with the back pressure of the tenaculum, until I could get the sound in, and then I left the sound there while my assistant handed me the sampling pipelle, because if you remove it there’s a good chance the cervix will tighten down again and you’ll have to repeat the dilation. The patient was holding her husband’s hand and chanting to him under her breath, in pain despite the Xanax I gave her.

I’m a doctor. It’s everything to me.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Idk why this concept makes my heart so warm but I’d love to see something where the reader asks Leon to do her makeup for fun and he’s clueless! Like a lil date night activity!

Makeover!

{Leon tries to do your makeup}

Aww this is too cute!! Thank you sm for the request my lovely!! Hope you enjoy!! 💕

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“What’s this one again?” Leon asks, fiddling with the eyeshadow palette, shutting it and closing it over and over again as the magnetic seal clicks with the action.

You’re shocked at how willing he was to say yes to the idea of him giving you a makeover.

“That’s eye shadow,” you tell him, before going over the products one by one as he nods with an enthusiastic smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited even if he was utterly clueless about what to do.

You take a seat on your desk chair watching as he takes the foundation, “This one first?” He asks a little unsure of what he’s actually doing, and you giggle as his brows knit together with confusion.

“It’s all you baby, whatever you think goes first” You look up at him with a smile.

“Alright” he smiles, and you watch, feeling a little nervous, as he holds the bottle to your face, the nuzzle pressed against your cheek as he squirts the product on your face, and you gasp at the sudden coldness, giggling as he mumbles a small ‘fuck’

He takes one of the many brushes dabbing it across your face to smooth out the foundation that sits against your skin, he stands back admiring your face with a proud smirk before turning back to the dresser and picking up the eyeshadow pallet he was playing with earlier, and you cringe at the bright neon colours, out of all the pallets he just had to pick that one.

“Don’t be so nervous you’re gonna look so sexy” he chuckles, as he takes one of the smaller brushes dusting it with the bright pink, and your eyes flutter close as he applies the eyeshadow so gently to your eyelids, you barely even feel it, his hand occasionally brushes against your cheek as he continues to use the bright colour.

“I’m not hurting you right?” He asks so softly, and you can feel his breath fanning against your skin.

“No baby you’re alright” you whisper back, eyes still closed as he makes a joke about switching job professions, ‘government agent turned beautician’ and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you.

There’s a comfortable silence that settles between you both, and the only thing you can hear is the soft music that plays from your speaker.

Your eyes open as Leon cups your jaw, “I’m not doing a very good job” he chuckles, admiring your face and he can’t believe you’re still so beautiful even if he's doing a terrible job, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before going back to dresser picking up eyeliner with a confusing look.

He removes the cap, his eyebrows rising with shock, “What is this?” He asks, looking back over at you.

“Eyeliner” you smile, and it only confuses him more.

He study’s the product trying to make a guess on how you use it, “It goes on your eyes?- How do I?” he trails off manoeuvring his hand to try and figure out how to apply it, he stares at the brush tip with a very baffled expression.

You explain it to him, giggling at his horrified look he leans into you with hesitation and it makes you a little nervous, “Just be careful, don’t take my eye out” you tell him and he nods with a nervous chuckle and it definitely doesn’t make you confident.

His hand leans against your cheek, as he ever so gently drags the brush tip along your eyelid and he winces at how messy the line is, “Don’t open your eyes” he whispers as he does the same to your other eye, and it’s considerably worse than the other.

He pulls back laughing at how wobbly the line is, and it definitely doesn’t look the same when you do it, “Am I still pretty?” You smile looking up at him.

“You’re always pretty, the prettiest girl in the world,” he tells with a loving tone, handing you the mirror with a teasing ‘Ta-da’ and he chuckles at the boisterous laugh that erupts from you.

“Woah baby, it's a good attempt” you giggle, studying the awful job he’s done.

Leon looks down at you, how your eyes crinkle with joy and a loving feeling blooms in between his rib cage and it makes his heart flutter with adoration, the sweet sound of your laughter could brighten his day without fail always.

He picks up the makeup wipes taking one out, “Come here pretty angel” he says, wiping away the makeup gently, he knows how to do this part as he thinks back to the times when you were too drunk to do it yourself, and the cool sensation washes you with relief.

He wipes the makeup until your face is completely clean, and his big hands cup either side of your face making you look up at him, “My beautiful girl” he smiles leaning down the press a kiss to your lips.

You smile against him suddenly feeling awfully bashful, “Are you, hungry baby?” he asks, and you watch as he cleans up the space.

“Mhm, you wanna make pizza?” You ask, and he nods putting away the makeup products back to their rightful place before you both make your way to the kitchen.

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linalaine · 4 months

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Birthday Boy <3

Scaramouche x Reader Smut

SCARAS BDAY SPECIAL 🫶

i love this man w my whole being

🪼🌸cw: afab reader, soft sex ?? , soft Scara, cunnilingus, use of cunt/pussy, Scara barely has any dialogue, inspired by the scene from Don’t Worry Darling >:)

Scaramouche has lived many years, many different lives. The concept of his “birth” date being something special simply has no meaning or significance to him anymore after so many years.

He doesn’t even think “birth days” apply to him. Since he technically wasn’t even born on this day! He was created? Awakened? Whatever. It’s not important. It’s not special. He’s not special!

So the idea of you spending your entire day cooking all his favorite foods and baking the few sweets he likes, even decorating the house and making him a birthday banner, once he comes home, leaves him utterly speechless.

You even got him presents..

In all his years of being, no one has ever gone all out for him like this. At most he received a simple “happy birthday” from his colleagues when he was back in the fatui. But never this. He’s never received presents, or had decorations made specially for him, or all his favorite foods laid out in front of him.

The way you rush to greet him with a tight hug. Face full of excitement as you smile up at him.

“Happy Birthday Scara! Surprise! I made all your favorite foods for you! And I tried to bake you a cake, but I know you don’t like sweet stuff so I didn’t add that much sugar. I’m not really sure how it’ll taste, but I hope you like it!”

Like it? He’s still speechless, staring up at the handmade banner. He can tell it’s handmade because he recognizes your writing and the way you write his name.

You notice he’s staring at the banner you hung above the table all by yourself! You turn your head to look over at it without breaking the hug.

“You like it? I didn’t really know how old you were turning exactly.. So I hope you don’t mind.”

Oh he doesn’t mind. Not in the slightest. He grabs your head, pushing it back onto his chest. His way of returning the hug. He can’t understand why you would go through such lengths for him..

It’s not even a special day. He’s not that special. His “birth” wouldn’t have made any difference at all if it never happened. So why? Why would you waste your day trying to make him feel special?

It makes him feel all weird inside! Like wanting to cry but not in a sad way! It’s confusing!!

Until he realizes for the first time in his thousands of years of living, he’s experiencing pure gratitude for you. And not only that.

He places his hands on your waist, backing you up into the table slowly. You give a confused yelp as he pushed your down onto the table, your hands quickly shooting out to clear the food out of the way to not ruin your work.

“Scara?.. What are you doing?” You ask while your back meets the tables surface.

Once you’re lied down, he pushes your legs and skirt up making you gasp in surprise as he lowers himself between your thighs.

“Thanking you.” Is all he says between soft kisses on the inside of your thighs, leading up to your purple lacy panties that you were saving for later for him!

He places a kiss to the outside of your panties, making you let out a shaky sigh as he slides them down your legs. His fingers are already separating your lower lips, allowing him to place sweet kisses to your clit. Resulting in a soft whine from you as a hand snakes down to hold his hair.

He can feel your cunt get more wet with arousal from his kisses before latching his lips around your clit and giving it a few sucks. Scaras thumbs stroking the inside of your thigh soothingly. He swirled his tongue around your clit, flicking at it before sucking on it again until it got all puffy!

You let out a strangled gasp as your back arched off the table, your hand involuntarily yanking at his hair. But it’s okay. He didn’t mind. You deserved this for being so amazing to him. He had no idea how he got so lucky finding you.

He swept his tongue inside you, his nose pressed against your clit while he dragged his tongue along your gummy walls, making your legs wrap around his head and whine.

You bucked your hips up into her mouth. The feeling of his tongue enveloping your warm gushy cunt was too much! You pulled at his hair again, trying to speak coherent words through your moans.

“Sc-ScarAH! Mmm.. ‘m gonna- gonna cumuhH!” You managed to breath out. His lips latching around your clit again to help you to your high.

“C’mon pretty girl.. Just like that.. Cum on..”

Scara whispered softly against your puffy pussy. His warm breath sending you over the edge as you let out a loud moan, your legs clamping around his head and pressing his face into your cunt as you came.

He kitten licked up and down your pussy, helping bring you down after your orgasm. After your breathing had calmed, he pushed himself up, not bothering to wipe its mouth before kissing you sloppily and whispering softly against your lips;

“Best birthday ever.”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin scara #genshin scaramouche #genshin Scara x reader #genshin Scara x reader smut #scara smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche smut #happy birthday #scara #scaras bday !

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unnerving-presence · 6 months

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Hi, i just read the coochie unhooking and im in love omg 🥲💕 could we have another part with the huntress, pyra and a third one of your choice? Thank you, you're the best 👀💕

GAGAGAGGH YESSSS I LOVE THESE 😭 TARHOS HAS BEEN INFESTING MY BRAIN SO HE WILL BE THE LUCKY THIRD !!

ooc shit incoming this is literally abt them loving them thighs i do not gaf i tried to make them in character somewhat anyways hehe

could you tell i’m utterly obsessed w tarhos right now i wished i could’ve written more dear lord

i had already written this for huntress initially but i did want to revise it a bit to be more in character. still sort of experimenting with it all. enjoy though :)

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Anna:

Straight confusion and a.. little bit of panic? She’s never had her prey attempt something like what you did. It catches her so off guard she practically thrashes around as much as you do to get you off of her. She doesn’t like feeling so vulnerable and very much does not appreciate it when you manage to escape the hook and her alike. She can’t shake that ghostly feeling of your thighs around her. It’s like you’re still there. She can’t discern whether she likes the feeling or not.

You’re interesting prey, prey that she enjoys hunting. She mostly does it for necessity and to please the Entity, but she likes you. She likes that. She especially likes your drive to survive. It amuses her, makes her curious about you. Anna would be angry about the ordeal thinking about it, but it simply makes her intrigued now. She simply can’t brush aside the concept of your thighs around her. It was like a warm embrace she hadn’t felt since she was a child. She likes it.

She decides she will observe you more. Watch as you speak in a language she doesn’t understand and interact with those she sees as nothing more than human animals. You’re afraid, but you’re also determined. It’s cute. Perhaps she’ll conveniently place herself near the hook she puts you on next time, just to feel you fight to survive, just to feel those thighs around her again.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head would have absolutely never expected this to happen.. ever? Considering his absolute fridge of a head he’s.. startled to say the least that you managed to both effectively wrap your thighs around him AND have enough leg strength to take him down AND unhook yourself. It doesn’t all come to mind at first but he’s definitely a bit aroused. Unfortunately, that is an emotion that fades quite quickly. He has a job to do, he would very much like to get back to that. If he could get back up from the ground from his big ass helmet holding him down 😭

Pyramid Head is simply indifferent about the situation. A tiny bit excited at the though, but would quickly move on. It would certainly stay in his mind if you had done it several times over though. Some part of him is glad he has this unbearable helmet over his head, he might have had a full system shutdown had your thighs gotten too close to his face, though your thighs being around him in the first place is more than enough to turn him on a bit, not that he acts on it of course. He prioritizes his role in this realm more than anything else.

Though he won’t pass up the opportunity to listen to your cries of pain if given the chance. They didn’t mean much to him before. But now he rather likes the sound. He’d even say he rather likes you more than anything else. Maybe he should stick extra close to you from now on. Perhaps you’ll try other suggestive methods of trying to escape him. Either way, it feeds into his desire to punish and his desire for you.

Tarhos Kovács:

Tarhos is trained for moments like this, when the enemy has the upper hand. He cut through hundreds of swordsmen far more experienced than you could ever wish to be. He wields his imposing claymore and knows he strikes fear into those that dare cross him. He is anything but one to be so easily defeated. It should’ve been impossible for him to be taken down by someone in such a pathetic position as yourself. It has to be the Entity’s assistance. It has to be. He can barely get himself together again before you dash up the stairs and out of his reach. He grumbles and pushes himself up off the ground, more determined than ever to put you in your place.

You don’t survive the trial, but it’s very clear you did something to him. He’s angry, but there’s some other emotion, like a smoldering fire that was once not even worth a passing glance had suddenly burst into a wildfire. It could be confused with bloodlust. He can barely tell the difference between the two until he sees you again by the campfire next to those worthless maggots. He watches only for a moment and in that moment he wants more. He wants more of whatever you did to him.

He will never come to terms with these feelings. He believes it’s your fault. Your existence shouldn’t even be welcomed in this place. You can so easily disrupt the balance of death, sacrifice, bloodshed. He wants nothing to do with you if you think you can deter him from his rightful privilege of endlessly butchering such peasants as yourself. He hates you more than he hates Vittorio, he thinks. Vittorio was an imbecile who thought he had the answers to peace. But you? God, you actually do something to him and you don’t even have to try.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the huntress x reader #dbd anna x reader #pyramid head x reader #tarhos kovács x reader

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leighsartworks216 · 6 months

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Say Something Loving

Astarion x male!Tav/Reader

Requested by Mutt_Thingy on AO3:

“so i was wondering if you could do a fic based on the song Say Something Loving by The XX. the song reminds me of him sooo much it hurts. especially including the scene where Astarion is asking for another night with Tav and says "i love you" in a bid to get them to sleep with him. i just thing if Tav was like "whats going on with you? why are you pushing for this? i dont think this is really what you want. its ok." and kisses him on the forehead and goes to bed. and Astarion is just kinda stunned by the concept of non transactional intimacy.

i would also prefer if Tav was male? and maybe taller than him?”

Wrote this in a hurry before I go to take my shower so I can get some actual work done so it's not proofread

Title based on "Say Something Loving" by The XX

Warnings: manipulation, references to sex, low self-worth, swearing

Word Count: 727

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“How about if I said these little words… Everyone’s favorite.” All at once, Astarion’s suave bravado slips away into something sad, almost pained. “I love you.”

The entire party, Astarion had taken a spot off to the side and stayed there, never straying except to grab another bottle of awful wine. He seemed lost in thought, eyes shifting over the many people but never lingering, never actually seeing. Perhaps it was an odd thing for you to notice, but even Shadowheart seemed to be enjoying herself.

This… whatever it was between you, was unrefined, unfamiliar. You’d enjoyed the first time you slipped off into the woods with him, and been so willing to give him the blood he needed to press on. But now, watching him pull line after line from thin air, practiced and perfectly measured to induce attraction and arousal, you’re not sure.

“What’s wrong, Astarion?”

The vampire blinks, confusion flickering over his face before he can put his mask back on. He smirks, tilts his head, smirks so a pointed fang pokes out. “Nothing, dear. I’m only consumed by my desire to explore you again.”

He wonders if he said something wrong when you only frown deeper. He feels utterly exposed as your eyes study his face, reading his expression carefully.

“Why are you pushing for this?” you press.

He laughs sharpish. “Like I said, this,” he gestures to the party, “is all rather dull. We’d have a much better celebration alone. It’ll be fun.”

He covers up his emotions well, you’ll give him that. But the way he speaks, it rubs you the wrong way. Like he’s trying to convince himself of the same thing. Trying to lure you in and assure himself this is the right thing to do.

You shake your head. “I don’t think this is really what you want.”

He wants to protest, firmly assure you that yes, of course he wants a night full of depravity and lust, but the words die when you smile. He doesn’t understand why you smile.

“It’s okay. It can wait.” He’s utterly lost when you carefully cradle the back of his head, slowly, giving him a chance to pull away. He… finds he doesn’t really want to. You lean down, brush aside his curls with your other hand, and press a kiss to his forehead. And then you’re stepping back, giving him his space once more. He stares up at you. His brain fights to recover, but he can’t imagine how. “You’re welcome to drink from me, if you wish. Goodnight, Astarion.”

You smile at him again, warm and patient, and retreat back to your bedroll. He’s still so lost. Why in the hells did you decline? It wasn’t even because you weren’t in the mood - you could tell he didn’t want it. Was he really so easy to read? More importantly, had he completely fucked up his plan?

It didn’t seem like it. You didn’t say you didn’t want a relationship, which was… good. And you’d kissed him, hardly something one would do if they were uninterested.

He’d never been kissed on the forehead before. Not so carefully. Not so sweetly.

His emotions fought themselves until the vinegar-wine felt even more sour in his stomach. He’d have to try harder, next time. If you didn’t want to sleep with him, then he had nothing else to offer. And once you realized that, you’d leave him in a heartbeat. His mind raced down that rabbit hole of thoughts (If you left him, he’d be without protection. He’d have to find someone else to seduce into protecting him, but everyone else was either too busy with their own issues or utterly distrusting of him. Without protection, Cazador would find him. And if Cazador found him-), until he chugged down the last of the wine with a grimace and slinked off into the woods.

He’d try harder. He had to make you want him.

Though, as he half-assedly skims his piercing eyes through the brush and trees, looking for anything edible to hold him over until everyone else went to bed, he couldn’t help feeling like his flirtations, his ‘I love you’ had felt different from before. Was it because the stakes were so much higher now? Or…

It’s not real, he reminds himself bitterly, and curses himself for falling for his own game.

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mj-102009 · 3 months

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Queen of Chaos (Gojo x oc Part One)

This is the first chapter of what MIGHT be a series bc idk if i really am gonna finish this but I love the concept. Enjoy-----

The clock clicked softly in the background, I tapped my fingers on the desk, the man in front of me was looking around my office in an attempt to avoid my eyes.

“So you want me too…” I thought for a moment. “What? Use my influence to postpone his execution?”

Nanami nodded. “The boy is young and I see potential.”

I crossed my arms and leaned back, he met my gaze and did his best to hold it. After a few seconds I felt him start to twitch and fidget from across the desk, but he had lasted more than most so I smiled.

“I’ll do what I can,” I told him. “Good to see you Kento.”

He left my office with a ‘You too’ and a nod.

I pursed my lips, deep in thought. Yuuji Itadori was a vessel, I of all people should know how difficult it is to bear that weight. And like Nanami said he’s a highschooler.

After much consideration, I grabbed my phone. “Hello? This is Megara Ren, I’d like to speak about the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna.”

My heels clicked against the tiles as I stalked down the hall, the letter was crumpled into a ball in my hand. Yaga and Nanami were trailing behind quickly, the door was just up ahead.

“Mrs. Ren,” the principal tried again. “If you would just-”

I felt around for the handle then swung open the door and all of the kids jumped in alarm, a tall man in front of the white paused to look at me through his blindfold.

“I’m here to speak with the vessel of Sukuna,” I told him as softly as I could as he moved in front of me, while behind me I heard Yaga’s sharp intake of breath.

The tall man gave me a cold look, I crossed my arms and returned a blank stare. “On whose orders?” He asked.

I tossed him the crumpled ball and pinned a boy with my gaze, his energy was overflowing with curses– marking him as my target. “I was sent by the higher-ups, to evaluate the boy and decide how to move forward.”

He turned around and gave a wide smile to his unsure students. “Yuuji.”

The boy with pink hair stood up and hesitantly walked toward me, I gave him a glance up and down before spinning on my heel and gesturing to him to follow. We stood in an empty office, he wasn’t sure where to look, but eventually he was drawn to my unsettling gaze.

“Why so tense?” I asked calmly, loosening up my posture and sitting on the dusty desk.

He swallowed thickly. “Gojo-sensei told me someone would be coming for me; he said they’d try and kill me.”

I nodded grimly. “That was what I was sent to do,” he didn’t react– instead he took a deep breath and looked me dead in the eyes.

“I understand,” He said. I raised an eyebrow. “I’m the vessel on Sukuna, and it makes me dangerous. But I won’t let you until I eat all of his fingers.”

He was startled to hear me let out a loud laugh, throwing my head back and squeezing my knee. “I’m not gonna kill you, kiddo.”

“You not?” He asked.

I shook my head, still chuckling. “I’m here to watch and train you, I could never hurt a child.”

He sighed in relief, but still managed to maintain eye contact, it piqued my curiosity. “Are you not scared?”

He shook his head and shrugged. “You’re just a person, I have nothing to fear. “

I hummed in intrigue and grinned. “I’m not utterly terrifying to you?”

He looked confused. “Nothing is threatening about you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I listened to the noises of the city from my spot on the roof, laying on a thin blanket with takeout beside me. In the distance a siren went off, the black cat on my chest was purring like an engine, a child had started crying for its mother. A very light gust of wind brushed my bare arm, I smiled and turned my head slightly behind me.

“Hello there, Gojo,” I called.

He walked over to me and crossed his arms. “I won’t let you hurt him.”

I chuckled. “I won’t. The higher-ups just think he needs more than your little games to train him for what’s to come.”

He frowned and laid on the blanket beside me. “He’s doing just fine.”

“I believe you, but I’ll tell you now Sukuna will not let him rest once he starts,” Gojo tensed at my words.

“Starts what?”

I looked him straight in the face, or as close to it as I could get, my pearly white eyes reflected his face back at him. He had never been afraid under my eyes, no matter how much I told him I was dangerous, no matter how many people she killed, no matter what I did he never listened.

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

It took all 15 of my alarms to wake me up, and only an hour later did I actually get out of bed. Yawning, I made breakfast and sat on my couch, Dex twirled around my ankles and begged with wide eyes for a second breakfast, the small cat was three years old and is still a total attention seeker.

“Wanna explain why you’re in my living room?” I ask, feeling his presence warp through the window.

He turned on the lights and sat beside me. “Wanna explain how the blind woman can cook?”

I hummed and chewed my eggs. “Practice.”

“Yaga wants you to meet my class and I on the field for defense training,” He told me while crunching on a piece of bacon.

I raised an eyebrow and turned to him. “Yaga or Gojo?”

“Bit of both,” He replied, and I felt the truth.

“Okay.”

We walked into the school a few moments later traveling with the help of Gojo. I had exchanged my pajamas for a white crew neck and black leggings. Gojo was skipping down the paths as we walked along the grass. I rolled my eyes as I felt his glee seep through the air.

“Oi,” I groaned, massaging my temples. “Stop being so happy,” but hissed when I felt more coming from the first years.

“SENSEI!!!”

Yuuji jumped in joy and bounded over, I scowled and screwed my eyes shut. Silence filled the air when I felt the eyes of all the students fall on me. “My lovely students! This is-”

I elbowed him in the gut only to get blocked by infinity. “Allow me to properly introduce myself without dipshit jr. interrupting,” he sputtered and I smirked. “My name is Megara Ren, I’m a special grade sorcerer and I’ve been sent to watch Sukuna’s vessel,” at the end I bow politely. “I sincerely apologize for my rude arrival the other day, orders or not I had no right to disrupt your learning.”

They stare at me with wide eyes as I stand straight with a kind smile, one that quickly turns into an annoyed sneer as Gojo buts in. “Isn’t she the most boring person you’ve ever met!”

“Oi!” I snap attempting to kick his kneecaps but failing.

He continues to mumble on watching as I kick his legs, the teens sweatdrop at the sight. Putting a stop to Ren’s attacks, the girl steps forward and clears her throat.

“Excuse me, Ren-Sensei?”

I turn to her with a hum. “Yes…”

“Kugisaki Nobara,” She supplies and I nod. “I was under the impression that there were only four special grades?”

“That’s what most people say,” I admit. “Not many know me because my family is small and old and I’m usually out of the country for business.”

Gojo scoffed. “And all the higher ups fucking hate you.”

I pointed at him. “And there’s that.”

Yuuji’s eyes widened. “Why do they hate you?”

My face twisted into a sad smile. “I was unfortunately born with a curse, like yours.”

“Is there a way to get Sukuna out of Yuuji?” Fushiguro asked.

I winced. “Nothing that won’t bring him tremendous pain.”

“Still on that Ren?”

Yaga appeared behind me with a chuckle, I turned around and beamed. “Sensei!” A finger pushed my head to the right. “Oh shit- Sensei!”

“Nice to see you as well Mrs. Ren.”

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Still the teachers pet Megara?”

“It’s Ren to you Gojo,” I hissed.

Yaga watched us in amusement, the students watched as we argued like five year olds over nothing of relevance. Finally I grabbed Gojo’s arm through his infinity and warped him to America.

“Now that he’s taken care of,” I dusted off my hands and smiled. “Why was I called here again?”

“Because Gojo is too childish to train these three for what needs to happen today,” Yaga told me.

Speaking of which, Gojo rematerialized beside us with a glare. “Senseiiiiiiii,” He whined pointing at me. “She sent me to Ohio.”

I grinned smugly, Yaga ignored him. “While it is wonderful to see you again Ren, it seems that our students aren’t as adept at defending themselves against attackers as we’d thought.”

“Did something happen?” I ask curiously.

Kugisaki whirled on Yuuji. “Oh I’ll tell you what happened!” He winced and Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes. “This dumbass let Sukuna out and he nearly died!”

I snickered and elbowed Gojo. “They sound like us when we were they’re age.”

He giggled. “Who are we kidding? We were much worse.”

Nodding solemnly, we miss Yaga’s light smile and shake of his head.

Standing straight beside Gojo I clear my throat, Yuuji makes eye contact with me and I feel his fear, it makes my lips curl up. “Now I understand the burden of having a curse attached to your soul, but if you allow it to control you it will hurt the people you care about,” I tilted my head to where Gojo is. “That burden is worse than what you already carry.”

Chills went up everyone’s spine, except Gojo who rolled his eyes and punched her shoulder. “Debby Downer.”

I chuckled. “Alright alright, what am I doing today?” I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.

“Knives,” I began, twirling one around my fingers while listening to Gojo try and fail to replicate the motion. “Rule number one: Don’t stab yourself, getting cut is different, it’s a part of the learning process and teaches beginners how to avoid such mistakes.”

Gojo leaned down to pick up a fallen blade. “She means it builds character.”

I flicked the knife into the air with my thumb and kicked it straight at the general direction of Gojo’s cursed energy. I heard him yelp and then the chime of metal falling to the ground. “Don’t listen to him, I’d prefer if you’d not get hurt, Ieri would end me then and there.”

The students each grabbed a wooden dagger and stood five feet apart. Gojo talked them through the first exercise while I pouted at my inability to watch.

“You can use me you know,” He reminded me, I felt his sincerity. “I don’t mind.”

I shrugged and pushed back my hair. “I’ll manage.”

“Sensei!” Itadori shouted excitedly. “Watch me!”

Gojo watched and I huffed, he elbowed me and said softly. “Meg, c'mon watch your students,” He teased.

I stepped on his foot. “Fine.”

With a deep breath I closed my eyes and whispered ‘Let me borrow his vision’; with one blink I was looking at the boy trying and failing to flip the wooden knife through brilliant blue eyes.

“Ow!” He shouted as the dull blade fell on his head.

I chuckled and strode forward. “Here,” I picked up the dagger and repositioned his hands. “The trick, in my opinion anyway, is to move your wrist up and flicker your thumb like this at the same time. Watch me,” I took a much sharper knife from my thigh sheath and did the motion smoothly. “Gets easier with practice of course, you try.”

He stuck his tongue out and bounced the knife around for a moment before making an attempt, for a first try it wasn’t half bad. “Ren-sensei did you…see me,” He whirled around in excitement but stopped and looked at my eyes, recognition flashed in his eyes. “Whoa Sensei your eyes! I thought you were…blind, but are you like,” He hesitated. “Gojo-sensei’s sister?”

I threw my head back and laughed while Gojo chuckled as well. “That’s th-the best thing I’ve been told about my eyes!” I pitched forward and clutched my stomach in laughter.

“Sensei?” Fushiguro sweatdropped. “Are you-”

“She’s fine Megumi,” Gojo told him with a giggle.

When I had finally turned my bellowing laugh into a few giggles, I stood straight and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Oh god no, it’s my technique. You’re right I am blind, so I look through other people’s eyes to see.”

Kugisaki squinted at my eyes. “Are you seeing everything from Gojo’s point of view?”

I nodded, then switched to Megumi’s black eyes. “I can move to anyone as long as they have a nervous system.”

Itadori frowned. “Only eyes?”

“No,” I said slowly. “There’s more, but it’s not-”

“Yasha,” A gravelly voice said from Yuuji’s neck. “You’re Yasha.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I was the vessel of Yasha, yes.”

Sukuna laughed. “You fools! Put me within the same room with the Queen of Chaos, I’ll destroy you all-”

“Was,” I repeated, glaring distastefully at the mouth. “Yasha was exorcized 9 years ago.”

It closed slowly, Gojo gave it a smug look and gave me an approving one. “Yasha was a bitch.”

“Damn right she was,” I muttered glaring at the closed mouth. “So is the so-called ‘King of Curses,’” I reached for Yuuji’s forehead, resting my pointer and middle finger just below the fringe of with hair; and felt around his mind until I reached the familiar blackened point. “There you are,” Just as the little mouth opened to protest I had wrapped the darkness in a blanket of light and stepped back.

Yuuji looked around in confusion, tapping his head then looking at me. “What did you do?”

“He should leave you alone for a while,” I told him, bending down and grabbing a fallen dagger. “Let’s try the flip again without him, shall we?”

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pianokantzart · 7 months

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All That Remains

One-shot based on @elitadream's Body Swap AU. It's set in the aftermath of Mario's eventual rescue, (it also comes with a few drawings because I was in a mood.) Please note that the Bowser I drew is, for the sake of consistency, based on elitadream's (fcking awesome) Bowser design, and is not my own take.

If you like this AU/concept, please check out the masterpost! There is soooo much good stuff on there.

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Inexperience and desperation fueled an inferno that turned the bright green fields on the outskirts of The Mushroom Kingdom as black as the heart of The Darklands. Kamek clung to his broom high above the mayhem, and through the smoke and roaring flames he caught glimpses of the two warring bodies, each utterly detached from their senses, unaware of either fatigue or pain as they grappled for dominance in a struggle far more explosive than anything he had witnessed before. Mario alone– equipped with Bowser’s body– seemed to have some sort of a goal beyond delivering as much damage as possible. As clumsy as he was with his giant claws and heavy form, he remained keenly aware of where Luigi and Princess Peach were, and always made sure he was positioned to shield them from the worst of the heat.

Though Luigi and Peach struggled to assist in whatever way they could, the raging inferno that encompassed the fight made even comprehending what was happening around them near impossible, and even Kamek, accustomed to the fire whirl and magma pits of home, felt overwhelmed. Yet, out of fear for his king, he ventured closer, weaving about the spires of flames upon his broomstick to get a better look.

Though Mario and Bowser alike were to blame for the surrounding destruction, he was surprised to find a majority of the fire was radiating from the body of the plumber. Bowser had wielded firebrand with reckless abandon, clearly unaware of such magic’s limitations, barely even noticing the redness and blisters forming upon his skin wherever patches of his gloves and sleeves had been burned away. Mario’s body was more resistant to heat than that of the average human, but it– unlike Bowser's original body– was not immune. Kamek’s concern grew into a subdued panic when, at length, the fire began to lose intensity. Bowser strained to refuel the inferno, staring with unfocused confusion at his all-too-human hands as he struggled to make sparks when he once constructed torrents of white hot flames. He didn’t know what was happening, but Kamek could tell that the abused body was finally failing him. As the heat died down, Luigi and Peach slowly made their approach, careful to avoid the patches of earth that boiled red-hot from the encounter. Seeing where the chips fell, Kamek knew what needed to be done. Thankfully, the spell that had switched Bowser and Mario’s bodies– though difficult to conduct– was childsplay to undo. With the wave of his wand and a whispered charm, both souls were returned to their original form. Luigi and Peach witnessed the flash of light, and the great change in both Mario’s and The Koopa King’s expression.

Immediately, Bowser felt it: the weight of being and the connection to his old flesh. Like waking from a heavy sleep he noted the tiredness in his arms and the ache in his chest, as well as the pain of the bruises and the burns he himself had inflicted in his scuffle with a borrowed body. His newfound sense of weakness triggered a rage. A low, familiar growl rumbled throughout his draconic form as he turned toward the magikoopa hovering nearby.

“Kamek!” he roared, “I did not order you to return me to my body!” Kamek’s broom came to a landing at Bowser’s side– now the true Bowser, through and through. Kamek had expected his lord to be displeased, and yet he couldn’t help flinching, clutching his wand to his chest at the severity of the voice. “I’m sorry sire, but I had no choice! Your old vessel, it… it could not carry on!” “What!?” Bowser blew a puff of smoke and looked to where Mario stood, although “stood” may have been too strong a term. The little plumber– himself, slowly growing aware of his own body– wobbled unsteadily in place. Outside of the injuries he’d undergone in the fight there were other markings; his cheeks sallow and his eyes sunken, his breath labored and his lips cracked and chapped. His knees began to buckle, and the princess and Luigi rushed together to catch him before he hit the ground. Bowser smirked, taking no small amount of satisfaction in the fear that flashed through Mario’s eyes as he steadily crumbled into the arms of his companions.

“See? Your efforts weren’t for naught.” Kamek continued cheerfully, “your hated enemy is defeated, worn thin through ‘his’ decimation of The Mushroom Kingdom’s defenses. We merely need to press forward with the invasion, and victory shall be yours!...”

Kamek was about to continue, when he was interrupted by a violent flash of blue light and the crack of thunder. Luigi had left his brother in the arms of the princess and leapt in front of them, electricity shooting from an outstretched hand, across the charred plane, into the body of the magician.

Kamek, blindsided, received the attack with full-force. He jittered and contorted, unable to emit so much as a shriek as electricity ricocheted through his elderly body, until at length he fell to the ground limp as a ragdoll.

All eyes shifted to Luigi.

Anyone who had fought with The Mario Brothers, whether as their ally or opponent, knew firebrand had horizontal range and thunderhand had vertical range. Both were capable of incredible destructive power in close quarters, and when Mario and Luigi worked as a team, few had the opportunity to get near enough to feel the full force of their magic. By all accounts, Kamek should have been out of range. Even Luigi appeared utterly bewildered by what he just accomplished, breathing heavily as he looked at his own hands, shivering from adrenaline and sparking uncontrollably.

Bowser, equally confused, bent down at Kamek’s side, and examined him in a moment of what appeared to be genuine concern. With the enemy distracted, Luigi took a step back toward Princess Peach to deliver the harried bullet points of his plan. “You need to get him to The Mushroom Kingdom before the invasion. Get Mario help. Get everyone ready. I’ll keep him busy.” “Luigi!” The princess’ voice was pleading as she gathered Mario into her arms. Truthfully, she knew Luigi’s idea wasn't a bad one. Bowser’s body, despite being in better condition than Mario’s, had not emerged from the battle unscathed. Given the current circumstances, Luigi stood a chance of holding his own, and The Mushroom Kingdom desperately needed time to ready its defenses before Koopa Troops showed up in droves to carry out Bowser’s planned attack. Nonetheless, Peach detested the thought of abandoning him. He had suffered too much on his own already. Furthermore, he and Mario had just been reunited, and she preferred any other possible avenue over splitting them apart again.

Luigi glanced over his shoulder, and forced a reassuring smile that didn't quite fit his words: “I’m sorry! I was so scared I- I didn’t do anything right! I should’ve done more… protected everyone sooner." His voice cracked, those old familiar tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "Please, let me do things right this time.”

Mario, through his fight to maintain consciousness, heard every word, and hated them with every fiber of his being. He attempted to speak, to reach out for his brother, to do anything to console him… but his tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth and his arms hung limply at his sides. All he could manage was a barely-audible murmur. Luigi had no right to feel this way. He wasn’t the one who had fallen for Bowser’s trap, who had allowed himself to be chained up in the underbelly of the world, who had given over to despair. Luigi, through no fault of his own, had been suddenly abandoned to the whims of a monster, and yet he had escaped and traveled all the way to The Darklands to save him. How could he feel guilt for this? How could he feel anything but proud of himself?

“Luigi…” Peach whispered, but before she could say anything more, there came a thudding of heavy steps. A giant clawed hand cast a shadow over them as Bowser, who realized by now that Kamek wouldn’t be roused any time soon, rushed forward to finish the fight. Luigi leapt over the attack on instinct while The Princess rolled out of the way, holding Mario close to her chest as Bowser’s heavy hand shattered the earth inches from her back. The King of The Koopas turned to Peach, poised to bring down another blow, when Luigi landed upon the back of his neck. One hand clung to his horn, while the other slammed down against the thick, scaly skin of his neck to deliver another pulse of electricity. This time, Bowser felt it, and the sound of his pained roar fueled Luigi’s determination. “Go your highness!” He shouted, struggling to maintain his grip as Bowser fought to shake him off, “I won’t be far behind!” Princess Peach hurried to her feet, hesitating for only a moment longer as she tightened her hold on Mario's body. She felt him grow limp, heard his labored breath slow, and felt the decision had all but been made for her. With a heavy heart she turned and ran toward The Mushroom Kingdom, pouring whatever magic she left into Mario's unconscious form. The burns could be fixed easily, but the effects of starvation, dehydration, and sleep deprivation were not so easily undone. Slow damage required slow remedies, and the worst of his condition had been over a week in the making.

She didn’t dare look back, keeping her eyes focused on the twinkle of the castle’s familiar stained glass window in the distance, shining like a beacon above clouds of ash and smoke as the world behind her echoed with the sound of monstrous roars and crackling thunder.

#my art #my writing #Body Swap AU #injury tw #Super Mario Brothers #Luigi #Princess Peach #given Bowser isn't used to firebrand and Mario isn't used to fire breath #I imagine both of them fighting with all their might while disconnected from their bodies would be insanely explosive #Also... I've only written a little bit of what I imagine Bowser put Luigi through while in Mario's body #so I think the green guy deserves a bit of retribution

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bonebrokebuddy · 2 years

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DP X DC SPEED FORCE LINKED WITH INFINITE REALMS

Every Flash, no matter the version or earth, canonically is using the same Speed Force. The DCAU Flash uses the same Speed Force as the Earth-16 Flash, pre-crisis Flash, etc. You get the idea. That's even how speedsters can travel universes! Because the Speed Force is the same for all of them, it allows for a connection between all universes. And even better canonically Speed Force users don’t just use it or channel it. They are physical embodiments of the Speed Force. (and I’m uncertain if this is still dc canon or if this has been retconned by now but Speedsters are the outlet for the Speed Force. They cannot stop running or put down the Flash costume in some versions of their character as they do not have a choice if there is not another speedster. They must continue to run or there is no outlet for it then time gets all fucky and unstable with objects from the past appearing in the present. Think Into the Spider-Verse type glitching but with a threat of the timeline collapsing in on itself if it continues too far & isn't fixed.)

Now let's discuss the Infinite Realms. In fanon its been held that similar logic applies. While unlike the Speed Force in that ghosts aren't the physical outlet for the energy of the Zone (but that would be a very fun concept for Ghost King AU), they can harness the energy from the Zone. Also like the Speed Force, the Infinite Realms in fanon can be used as a method of contacting or reaching other universes and that no matter the earth, version, or point in history. There is one Ghost Zone. It is infinite, it spans across all universes and times.

The link between the fact that speedsters Are The Speed Force & the tie between both the Speed Force and the Infinite Realms being a similar constant in all universes could be explored in so many ways. One of which is that the Speed Force and the Infinite Realms resonate on similar frequencies (or opposing frequencies as comic book logic would totally be on my side for that working) and Speedsters might react to the exposure or leakage of the Infinite Realms into their world depending if the Infinite Realms are similar or opposing to the Speed Force. But either way there is a fundamental connection between the two.

So, to conclude, have one of my many ideas where these two intersect:

- Barry Allen captured and disarmed a new rogue toting an odd glowing green gun. Barry being the smart motherfucker he is, disassembles the weapon and proceeds to be utterly confused. He accidentally touched the weird glowing green substance that was leaking out of the device but when the side of his hand brushed the touched the substance it administered an oddly familiar feeling shock of electricity. But that wasn’t right. The Speed Force feels alive with a rhythm and pulse of that he could feel resonate with each beat of his heart. But whatever this was felt, for lack of better words, dead. Stagnant. Ancient. It already reached infinity and instead of continuing to expand with continuous energy, it had already stopped long ago.

A shiver went down his spine as he went to write up a report to the Watchtower, warning anyone else about these weird weapons and a request for Bats to look more into the Drs. Fenton.

- Wally accidentally vibrates at the wrong frequency when trying to go through a wall and falls into the GZ

- Alternatively: Bart Allen can at will open a portal to the GZ and that’s how he got back to the past. In addition to being the ADHD embodiment the Young Justice knows very well, he’s also just a Tad liminal. His eyes are backlit with lightning when angry. When he runs, his electricity is tinged green giving a fun red, yellow, green, white color scheme. But the YJ crew just chalk it up to Bart being from the future and having anger issues while connected to the Speed Force.

- Speedsters being able to understand ghost speak but in the same manner that while a modern English speaker can understand maybe a few words in a sentence of Old English, it’s still pretty fucking hard but like, some things they can kinda gleam what they’re saying. It just ends up making things even more confusing from misunderstandings and changes in meaning causing miscommunication to occur.

I have so many more ideas based on this but for now I’m going to leave those for other days so I can go to bed.

#dp x dc #wally west #barry allen #dc #danny phantom #bart allen #the flash #flash #justice league #prompt #writing prompt #dp x dc writing prompt #im putting this out there so i can link this post to the other ideas i have based off of this concept.#I really want more dp x flash content because i fucking love the flash family and wally would 100% try to first reason with ghosts #and since im a simple bitch for combining science with fiction #and a big ol thing with the flash family is science and spiritual connection (to the speed force)#and guess what? DP also got a theme of science and uh.... i guess you could call it spiritual connection #but this one is much more literal #but the idea that either the sf is complementary with the gz would let speedsters be able to access the gz via running into the speed force #potentially allowing for those trapped in the speed force to be able to find an exit through the gz #and how cool would that be?!?!? itd be fucking sick thats what #or the opposing side where the gz Hurts speedsters because the sf is all about movement forward & life while the gz death and stagnation #then theres also the idea that when the flashes had the accidents that doused them in chemicals and gave them their powers #their hearts stopped and restarted #temporarily technically causing them to die giving them a connection to the speed force with a little influence of the gz or it causing #them to be more attuned to the gz #bones speaks #bones writes #universal constants au #dpxdc

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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💄 Anon's Winged Creature!Dream idea has me S C R E A M I N G so how about this?

Hob has been hiking a good way out from his town since he was about 10, and it's not because he likes the exercise. It's because he's been watching the winged creatures fly since he was a boy. He carries a sketchbook with him and draws them whenever he sees them.

He thinks they're all beautiful, but it's the one that mostly keeps to himself that Hob is smitten with; the galaxies in his black wings coupled with his pale skin certainly make him the most beautiful in Hob's eyes.

One day, while Hob is sketching the beautiful creature (he has an entire sketchbook dedicated to him), Hob hears a gun go off and sees the beautiful creature go down. Hob is... not okay.

It takes him about a week to track down the fucker (Burgess, obviously) that shot and abducted his beautiful, winged Dream. When Hob finds him, all hell breaks loose and he has no mercy.

However, his beautiful Dream is injured and has clearly been raped, repeatedly, by Burgess, so Hob takes him to a cabin near where he flies to nurse him back to health. Dream thinks Hob has the same plans as Burgess and is surprised by how gentle Hob is, how he doesn't touch him more than necessary.

Hob did a TON of research about birds and feathers in order to help, and he takes very good care of his Dream's wings. He has no idea that the gentle preening and cleaning is driving Dream crazy with arousal until Dream cums the first time. Hob is startled, Dream is embarrassed.

After that, Hob doesn't touch his wings, instead giving him a brush so Dream can clean them himself; Dream is kind of disappointed but mostly relieved.

As time passes and Dream heals, his wings start to look worse, and Hob realizes that his Dream can't take care of them completely by himself. He offers to help, and Dream lets him. He doesn't hide how much it affects him, whimpering and moaning eagerly at every touch; Hob tries not to let the sounds affect him, but he's only human; he often jerks off when he's alone after preening his Dream's wings.

One day, when Hob is helping him, Dream notices how affected Hob is and is eager to 'help' in return. At this point, he knows Hob won't hurt him and that Hob fully plans on letting Dream go when he's healed enough so he's eager to make Hob feel as good as Hob makes him feel. After all, Dream cums multiple times while Hob is taking care of his wings every day, it's only fair that his savior gets to cum as well 😉 He's also rather curious about how different Hob is from other humans.

- 🐺

Winged Dream is truly the most galaxy brained concept and I am so glad that 💄 anon brought it up!! And of course this is a perfect rescue scenario to think about <3

Dream’s wings are huge - they have to be, to keep him airborne. But his body itself is so fragile. I’m thinking hollow bones? So Burgess finds it easy to hurt him, and by the time Hob rescues him, Dream is in a bad shape. It’ll take a long time for him to recover, and he’s going to end up with nasty scars. Poor Dream is a very vain creature (all of his species are tbh) and with his body scarred, his wings suffering, and his mind utterly traumatised by his capture… he thinks that he’s totally unlovable, now.

So Hob’s arousal kind of surprises him. He expects the human to be disgusted, but he’s always telling Dream how beautiful he is, and Dream can hear him on the other side of cabin jerking off after he tends to Dream’s wings… it’s very confusing. Could Hob really find him desirable, despite his ruined body and scarred mind?

Dream gently tests the waters. He starts preening himself more, making the feathers he can reach really shine. He uses the mirror in the cabin to check himself out. He’s more communicative, more interested in Hob’s conversations. He starts initiating touch, not just putting up with it. And Hob is delighted to see him making so much progress! He rewards Dream with more touch, more attention, always gentle and careful. He coaxes Dream into processing some of what happened during his capture. Before Dream knows it, he’s genuinely… recovering? The multiple orgasms each day are probably helping a bit.

Hob is tending to Dream out of love and compassion, sure. But after months and months, when Dream finally crawls into bed with him and wraps them together in his beautiful wings… it feels like a pretty wonderful reward. Especially when those wings just happen to glide and slide a few primary feathers right into Hob’s underwear…

#🐺 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw noncon #dead dove do not eat

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crimsonji · 1 year

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currently thinking of ticklish kazuha...

JUST IMAGINE HOW HE'D BE IN DENIAL ABOUT BEING TICKLISH

he's so cute i love him

୨୧ Weak Spot

“ kaedehara kazuha seems to have a few weak spots… “

ft. kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

cw: drabble, fluff, suggestive, sensitive AND ticklish poor kazuha lol, reader is a big tease, not proofread, wc 1k

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings: TICKLISH KAZUHA IS SUCH A FUNNY CONCEPT BCUS. he’s normally so collected the thought of him bursting out laughing from being tickled is so silly I love him ugh

Never in your entire life that you’d guess that Kaedehara Kazuha of all people is ticklish. Surely the elements of nature have at least toughened his skin at least a bit? (in this case, literally)

Like, we’re talking about the same guy who was able to face off the Raiden Shogun and he’s able to be defeated by a few fleeting touches on his waist… If people knew this secret about him, he’d probably already be a dead man.

Obv I’m kidding, but this unexpected new fact you learned about Kazuha has been the perfect storm for your teasing antics…

One time, you had suggested to Kazuha about giving him a massage as you’d been slightly worried about the state of his muscles because of how much physical energy he exerts while travelling. He was all the happier to oblige, the two of you now sharing a calming moment in your shared bedroom as he laid on his stomach shirtless; your fingers caressing and massaging his skin gently with a lightly scented oil.

As your palms traveled from his shoulders down to his lower back; skin still touching his, you felt Kazuha just slightly stiffen under your hold. You stopped, eyebrows furrowed in small confusion.

Did you accidentally overstep a boundary? “Do you not want me to touch there?”, you quickly pulled your hands away from him as your voice dripped with genuine concern.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to the sensation…” Kazuha turned his head to look at you with a reassuring yet sheepish smile on his face, your expression relaxing as you continued with your ministrations.

When he felt your fingers slide against the muscle of his back with added pressure, a sound of muffled laughter suddenly slipped past his lips. Slick hands stopped once more, silence filling the room as the cogs in your brain slowly worked until you had found your unbelievable discovery.

…Kazuha is ticklish.

Kazuha could practically feel the huge smile growing on your face right now, his own face reddening at the noise he just made. Before he could make any half-baked attempt at defending himself he was already wrapped around your finger, fingers teasingly dancing across his pale skin as your eyes glinted with an almost devilish look to them. It was difficult to stop himself from squirming, face breaking out into a giggly smile and breathless laughs escaping him.

"Hehe-- W-Wait, love..." he rolled over, back pressing flat on the bed as you hovered over him playfully.

"I didn't know you were ticklish, Kazuha."

"I-I'm not, I-- AHAHAHA!" melodic bursts of giggles filled the bedroom, your quick fingers merciless as nearly every spot you touch had Kazuha writhing and stomach clenching in your hold.

Seeing such a playful and energized version of Kazuha was, to say the least, utterly adorable. Admiring the way his closed eyes crinkled at the corners and the dusted blush that accented his cheeks; or how despite his incredible strength, he could only limply latch his hands onto your wrists as a poor attempt to stop you.

By the time you stopped the two of you were already well out of breath, Kazuha's bare chest heaving and breath fanning and mingling with yours-- white strands of hair in disarray and weaving along the bright red streak completing the adorable image you saw before you.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself..." you let yourself flop on top of Kazuha, returning a grunt of surprise from the sudden weight before chuckling-- his face pressed against the crook of your neck.

Your energy settled down yet your heart was still beating quickly and rhythmically against Kazuha's chest. You hummed happily when you felt Kazuha's arms embrace you further, a finger making a straight line down your back. gently.

"You're going to use this against me, aren't you." Kazuha sighed in fake disbelief.

You smiled, "Is that so wrong?" "I'd expect nothing less from you, my love."

Imagine you two are lightly teasing each other, Kazuha satisfied with himself whenever he reduces you to a flustered state from his words alone. It was hard to compete against his flowery words and sweet nothings he would always whisper into the shell of your ear, but that didn't mean you had some tricks up your sleeve as well.

When Kazuha's guard is down, you casually position yourself behind him, eyes travelling down to the exposed nape of his neck; the ponytail he wore not helping with what you are about to do. He visibly shivers when a hot puff of air hits the back of his neck suddenly, the feeling vibrating down his spine.

He looks thrown off when his head snaps back to look at you, his calm demeanour cracking when you're presented with a blushing, wide-eyed Kazuha. He almost hates how his heart flutters wildly in his chest when you give him that pretty and all-too-knowing look, both you and him silently aware of how you knew every little quirk of Kazuha.

Kazuha is quite a physical person-- even in public, never missing a beat to gently hold your hand or to share a quick kiss to the temple (or on the lips if he's feeling a bit frisky). He's not shy to admit that he adores feeling his skin against yours, as if your warmth swelled his soaring heart and bodies melting against each other in its embrace. The only problem with this is that, well, he's very prone to holding back an unexpected smile from the tickling sensation from your touches.

And this weakness of his certainly doesn't help his case once you memorized all the spots that made him the most squeamish. More specifically, his lower back, waist, and neck. His poor neck has already been through the wringer. Sometimes he can feel goosebumps just by recalling the number of times you've purposely let your fingers just faintly linger on his neck longer than usual or left gentle love bites on his collarbone. It's confusing, his body shivering in both lighthearted fun yet also a rush of excitement flowing past him.

If you were perhaps feeling a little mean that day, it wouldn't hurt to try and do this in front of others. The confused looks sent your way in reaction to the smile he's biting back and the slight shakiness in his core from holding back giggles are all the more fun. Kazuha's so politely aloof with acquaintances, too, so people catching him with an uncontrollably big smile on his face because of his lover makes him feel a bit embarrassed...

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #kazuha fanfic

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stardew-obsessed-ora · 3 months

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Hello casual viewers of my headcanon posts! Guess what time it is? It’s “Ora stops neglecting Dobson in their HC posts” time! This time, I’m going to be giving what I just know the audience wants, and write some romantic headcanons for the silly Joja Man.

Word count: 1,873

Notes: im going off of headcanons primarily since this dude has like NO real canon substance.

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⋆ ︵︵Romantic Dobson HCs

You two started off as clear rivals. He was trying to help with the expansion of Joja Corporations within the valley, while you were thwarting his and Morris’s advances with the gradual expansion of the community center. The moment he ran into you he attempted to sell you a Joja Membership along with pitching you a few new products. The moment you shut this man down his attitude entirely goes 180. Unlike Morris who kept a more professional allure to him, Dobson entirely dropped what little care and consideration he had into not being snide or making underhanded remarks toward you. This led to the both of you fighting, which sparked somewhat of a rivalry between the two of you.

I feel like Dobson’s the kind of guy to entirely brush off how he feels. At first, he’s oblivious, then he realizes, then he dreads it, then he brushes it off and buries his crush for as long as possible. It’s a detriment to his work ethic, it’s getting in the way, it’s preventing him from doing what he needs. It’s preventing him from viewing you in a non-biased manner, and therefore, was bothersome. Nothing in his mind could convince him that falling for you was a good thing, no. It was an obstacle, and he didn’t need to focus on it. After all, the two of you were rivals. You were against what he stood for and you needed to stay out of his way. Nothing good would come from growing soft over you.

He’d come to terms with the fact that he had “””possibly””” garnered feelings for you when he started actually appreciating the sappier things in life. Rather than turning his nose up at the concept of cheesy romances, he found himself kind of yearning for a similar dynamic. He found himself starting to live life somewhat slower and found himself dwelling on an undeniable loneliness in his heart. Dear Yoba- he was hopeless! What started off as a potential crush had become full pining, and before he could catch himself, he was smiling in your direction more than he’d like to admit.

For a while, he tried to avoid you.

Then he approached you with caution, then he started talking himself up, and then his usual overzealous attitude had returned, albeit with different motives in mind. He started inviting you out with him, and overtime, would slip more vulnerable aspects of himself into conversation to see how you’d reply. It was an uncharted ground for him, but it felt… nice, oddly enough. He didn’t feel immature or stupid for bringing up more genuine parts of himself. He felt like he could be himself around you. How embarrassing, the one he tried so desperately to thwart was really starting to get to him.

He doesn’t seem like the type to ask someone out conventionally. He finds the idea terrifying, regardless of how highly he views himself. A part of him realizes that the rejection would utterly crush him for weeks on end, while the other part wants to think it’s because he knows he’s better than to stoop and practically beg someone to be with him. Besides, he hasn’t dated anyone before. Dobson has about as much dating experience as a brick wall. Instead, he takes you out, gets to know you better, figures out as much as he can about you to tailor the absolute perfect way of asking you out.

…Which he overthinks on. To the point he surprises you with a bouquet on one of your outings. As much as he doesn’t want to feed into the confusing traditions of the valley, it seems like the most easy to understand way of telling you how he feels. Instead of saying anything, he merely stares at you with an expression that says “I know you’ll accept but I’m shitting bricks over this.” So basically, his usual smug facial expression laced with indicators that he truly values how you’ll respond. This is accompanied by his foot tapping rhythmically behind him, and his vice grip on the damn bouquet. Poor flowers!

When you accept, he can’t help but appear noticeably giddy. That professional disposition he puts up melts away as if it were nothing, and he’s practically hopping up and down over the fact that he managed to win you over.

Do you remember how I said Morris reminded me of a cat coming into a relationship? Dobson’s like a non-socialized kitten in my mind. He doesn’t know how to navigate a relationship, and can come more harsh than loving at times. It takes him a long time to properly warm up, and at times, it seems like he’ll never come around. But he’s trying.

Dobson strikes me as someone who was forced to be mature a little too early in life. Not to mention the lack of conditioning to any kind of love that wasn’t conditional. As a result, he fears doing anything that could be seen as immature, and also has literally no idea how to be intimate with you. For the first little bit, he seems like he always has. Snobby, pretentious, a little less rude, but he’s slowly warming up. It takes him a while to figure out what his needs are and how he can navigate his relationship. I imagine him as either being a little overbearing at first or extremely distant for a while, then dialing either back and learning how to go at his own pace.

I imagine he shows his affection as subtle physical gestures, like holding your hand while you’re talking to someone around him, or playing with your hair. He also likes coming behind you and placing a hand against your side. He’s one of those losers who likes showing off that you’re his and how much he cherishes you. Tl;dr, he is very touchy, but doesn’t like doing any overly visible gestures in public. In private, he’s waaayyyy too awkward about it. A part of him worries that your perception of him will change if he acts too strange, while the other feels uncomfortable being so close with someone else. He’s a little spoon. He *can* big spoon, but at heart, he wants to be held.

As much as he would like to be more of a gift giver, I don’t actually see him as having a massively disposable income. And so, him giving gifts is a bit more of a rarity, but he tries his best to give you something worthwhile. Though, it can be a bit difficult for him to give a gift in a way that isn’t “I just happened to find this. I didn’t know if you’d like it, but- here- it- here!” in regards to anything he noticed you staring at. Bros awkward!!

While Dobson can cook, he doesn’t care much for doing it. Yes, he can cook meals for himself, yes he was independent for years, no he doesn’t particularly want to cook something for anyone else. And so, rather than offering meals to his S/O, I like imagining he sticks to tidying up the house and asking if he can pick up any chores they forgot to do. He loves doing something, adores being put to a task and exceeding at it, doing housework for you is ABSOLUTELY something he can show off with.

Dobson’s one of those people who has a more childish side, but genuinely has no idea how to go about expressing it or feeling comfortable with showing it around you. I feel like once he’s able to slowly bring those walls down, however, he’d be one of those people who absolutely adores play fighting or playing mundane, harmless pranks on his S/O. Bonus if he and his S/O end up laughing together and get to rest against one another after. In the first part of his relationship, he prefers sticking to extravagant dates. Sure, they eat a hole in his wallet, but they show he’s capable of planning only the best for his lover. What more could he want? After warming up to them and truly letting bits of himself show, however, he’d start shifting towards more comfortable dates. A home date where they’re both doing work together? Perfect. A museum date? Perfect. Sitting back in a scenic area having a picnic? Sure! Of course, he’d still take you out to the aforementioned fancy places, but they wouldn’t be the only thing to associate with dates with him anymore. Dobson adores movie nights, particularly ones where he and his S/O find the absolute worst garbage on whatever streaming service they’re using and laughing at it. What better way to spend a night than giving commentary on overhyped garbage? Or expending your energy commenting on an abomination that was better off never greenlit? It’s a great way to wean down his more judgmental side while also being able to joke and cut up. Despite his viewpoints on the activities of the townsfolk, I imagine he has a soft spot for the museum. He’s a firm believer in the statement “Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.” As ironic as that may be. He likes looking back on historical documents, objects, and seeing how far the world and its people have advanced since then. It both reassures him and has him questioning whether or not the path he’s gone down was truly worth it. Plus, he’s a rock nerd. I imagine he’d like dates where he gets to go to museums or exhibitions or things of that nature. If you brought this man a geode after you were dating, he’d stare at its luster for around 10 minutes then saunter off to place it near his bed promptly after. Dobson, at heart, is a jealous, insecure fella. I feel like for the first little bit in a relationship he’d need occasional reassurance that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, or that there was nothing to worry about, or that no, because he couldn’t convince his S/O to join Joja that he’s a total failure and that they’re still on opposing sides. Dobson is a man who lives under the concept of bravado and a facade, eventually, his genuine fears and worries start seeping through, and that vulnerable side of him is shown. Dobson, along with this, is the king of overworking. He’s in a high ranking Joja Position at a young age, he’s definitely worked to the bone juggling both college work and Joja Communications work. He has a bad habit of taking on more than he can handle, pulling all nighters, then waltzing around with only energy from a can of carbonated garbage to keep him going. There have definitely been times he’s worked all day, come home, then collapsed on his couch only to realize he had something planned with his S/O not too long after. Does he still try to make these plans? Of course. Does he fail horribly? Yes. It takes his S/O’s constant concern and dejectedness toward him in said state to make him start realizing, “Maybe… I should consider some changes?” TL;DR He is my silly goofer and I see him as a very complex loser.

#sdv dobson #sdv #stardew valley #dobson sdv #stardew #sdv headcanons #headcanons #stardew valley thoughts #stardew valley headcanons #ora rambles #ora headcanons #stardew valley dobson #fun fact: this was meant to be released on valentines #fun fact: my perception of time is FUCKED #i love my silly pretentious guy so much though he's just a looooser

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koushuwu · 3 months

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» 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 *:･ﾟ✧

» 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kominato ryousuke x reader | blazing heat pt. 2 | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,5k | masterlist

» 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): 18+ content, afab!reader, omegaverse, fated pair, alpha!ryousuke, omega!reader, alcohol consumption, presumed unrequited love, semi public sex, unprotected sex, sex during heat, mentions of marking, spit, dubcon.

» 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i wasn't going to write this, but it's been under ways since dearest kendall put in the tags, of the first part, that they deserve to fuck nasty | the biggest thanks to @heroesfan101 for betaing for me | pt. 1

you’d never really considered the concept of marking. frankly you didn’t so much consider it then either. late bloomer as you were, the consequences of marking, or lack thereof, hadn’t really been a pressing matter to you. of course you knew that an omega’s heat only ever affected their fated pair. unless. unless an omega was marked by another alpha. you knew that if an alpha that wasn’t your fated pair were to mark you, your heat would no longer just affect your fated pair. it would also affect them, which needless to say, left a strong urge in the gut of most alphas, to mark their fated pair. you knew all of this, but even so you’d never really paid it much mind.

but now? well it wasn’t so much that you considered it now either. but there was this charged pull inside of you. like a magnet, pulling at you from within. and the opposite pole? ryousuke. his lips on yours was firm. demanding. his tongue. coaxing your lips apart. pulling a soft whimper from your throat. your hands in his hair. closer. closer. it was desperate. hungry. unlike any hunger you’d ever felt before. starved even. hands pulled. nails raked. tongues met. hasty. ravenous.

ryousuke’s lips on yours sent heat surging through your body. hotter. even hotter. the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. the little hairs on your arms. everything. even the air was hot. your lips moved against his, as ryousuke’s hands trailed down your sides. settled on your hips. squeezed. dragged you closer. and held you firmly in place. or maybe he was the one drawing closer? his body pressed against yours. eyelids fluttered, albeit already shut, when his hard cock pressed against you. trapped in between your bodies. you wanted to touch. to taste. to feel. badly. but you couldn’t. instead you pulled his face even closer, teeth scraping over his lower lip. saliva making your lips slide effortlessly against one another.

you knew that you probably should have drawn back. asked to take things slow. tried to cool down. something. but the moment ryousuke kissed you, you could think of nothing else. all confusion was utterly blown with the wind. all hesitation stripped and doubt squashed. a moan got trapped between your lips. your tongues and your teeth. you didn’t realize it was you, before ryousuke groaned in turn, the sound vibrating against you. his hips bucked and you wanted him so badly. no, you needed him.

“ryou–” you whimpered against his lips, legs feeling like lead.

“yes,” his voice sounded so different then. so right. he pulled back and when you looked at him, his pupils were blown and he looked even more dangerous than you’d ever seen him. it didn’t scare you. instead, you whimpered, arousal pooling in your panties at the sight. it excited you. he could just take you. claim you. right then and there. he could— “talk to me.”

“ryou–”

“talk to me.” this time, his words sounded more like a command. and you wanted to do as he asked. you wanted to tell him what you needed. you wanted–

“you–” you voice didn’t quite obey the way you wished it would. ryousuke smiled. predatory at best. and you his prey. “i— need you,” you tried again, this time managing to push the words from your throat.

“i’m here,” he said. he sounded so collected. but looking at him, you knew better. you knew he was straining. was he holding back? “what do you need?”

“just touch me. please,” you whined. hands fisting in his hair, tugging the strands. “ryousuke–”

“fuck,” he hissed, diving back in to capture your lips with his. harder this time. wetter. hotter. heat flaring up inside you like a fire. rough hands tugged at your dress, bunching it up in his fists. teeth sinking into your lower lip. “you’re going to ruin me,” he groaned against your mouth, hoisting your dress up, far enough for his hands to reach under and cup your ass. to cup. to grasp. to grope.

saliva trickled down your chin from the messy kiss. lips breaking apart when ryousuke pressed against your pussy. one hand between your legs. fingers rubbing over your cunt. your head thrown back with a moan. ryousuke’s hand clamped over your mouth. the other still rubbed at your sex.

“shhhhhh,” he hushed, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “we don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” your knees buckled. his teeth scraping over the skin of your neck. another pleading moan vibrated against ryousuke’s hand.

maybe, if you’d had half a mind to reconsider, maybe you’d pushed away and asked that the two of you went home. if you’d had even less than that, maybe you’d tucked him with you to a nearby bathroom stall. but in that moment you had neither. you wanted him and you wanted him right now. right here. nothing else mattered in that moment. nothing but the feeling of his lips attached to your skin. his fingers rubbing at your clothed pussy. fingers pressing into your mouth. spit running down your chin. down your neck. the pads of his fingers pressed against your tongue. stuffing your mouth just enough, that the moans muffled around his digits.

his tongue mapped out the column of your throat. his lips tasting the salt of your skin. his teeth scraping over the scent glands emitting the sweetest scent he’d ever smelled. you needed him. you needed him, needed him, needed him. needed him. his nose buried against your skin. you needed him. teeth dug into his fingers, making him yank back.

“ryou,” you whimpered, hips bucking against his fingers. “please. take me,” you choked, and ryousuke groaned. low. guttural.

“i got it,” he said, brusquely pushing your panties to the side. he sucked in a breath when you slick coated his fingers. he didn’t hesitate. he didn’t want to miss out on a single moment that he could be closer to you. and despite your clear intentions at that very moment, he knew better than to just go ahead and ‘take you’, as you’d put it. as much as he wanted to, he wanted to see you, feel you, falling apart in his hands just as much. what he wouldn’t say out loud, had he been asked, was that he, in equal measures, also just didn’t want to risk hurting you. his fated pair. how could he? how could he, indeed?

instead he slipped a finger against your sex, sinking into your soppy cunt. easy. it was so easy to slide inside. it would be easy to just sink his cock deep inside of you. but not yet. not yet. not yet, damn it. instead, he pulled the one finger almost all the way out, and inserted another along with it when he thrust it back inside. your breathing hitched and ryousuke slotted his lips right against yours, swallowing the moan that threatened to ring out through the hall. ryousuke’s free hand slipped into the back pocket of his pants, fishing out his wallet. he’d never been more grateful to his past self for keeping condoms with him. he didn’t sleep around per say, but he definitely wasn’t innocent either. yet, for the times he’d had the need for it, this was the one that mattered the most. at that moment, the only one that mattered at all. his lips traveled across your jaw as he worked his fingers inside you, while simultaneously fumbling to open his wallet with the other hand. wet lips down your neck. teeth grazing your skin lightly.

“ryou–” you repeated, impatient. so very impatient.

“i said i got it,” he rasped against your neck. “let me just–” his wallet slapped to the ground by your feet, and for just one moment he stalled, not instantly realizing what’d happened. then he saw your hand that had slapped it from his grasp. the hand that now firmly cupped his cheek and turned his face towards him.

“fuck that,” you said, fingers burning against his skin. “ryou i can’t– can’t wait.” and as much as ryousuke knew then he should protest, should insist on using protection, he didn’t. because your sweet scent and the way your fingers burnt against his skin washed away any sense of reason.

“okay, if that’s what you want, princess. if that’s how it’s gonna be,” ryousuke drawled, restraint slipping by the second as he moved in for a bruising kiss, perfectly matching the increasing pace of his fingers thrusting into you. and then, all too soon, he retreated, pulling a – sweet moan from your lips along with it. “then you better keep quiet and take it.” you didn’t think. you didn’t. didn’t. you just felt. you felt yourself clamping down on nothing as his fingers slipped from your cunt. you felt your own slick, wet between your folds. your thighs. you felt the cold wall under your palms when he spun you around and pressed against you from behind. you felt. and you heard. you heard the buckle of his belt clicking. the shuffle, and the splitting sound of his zipper pulled down. and then you felt. felt the cold over the curve of your ass, as he pushed your dress up further. the warmth when his cock bumped against your ass. slipped through your folds. your juices. pushed inside. the stretch. the delicious stretch. so good, but yet, somehow not nearly enough.

“deeper,” you moaned. “more.” you moaned, and ryousuke’s hand clamped over your mouth for the second time that night.

“shhhh,” he shushed, pulling yet another pleasurable sound from your throat, only for it to dampen against his palm, as your walls clamped down hard.

a shaky exhale escaped himself as sheathed himself inside of you. he knows that he probably should be going slow. he knew it was your first time, and even more so, it was your first time with him. but as much as he knew all of that, he truly didn’t care for taking it slow. for being gentle. ryousuke wasn’t gentle, and you very well knew that too. you knew exactly who he was and what you were agreeing to. what you were asking for. what you were begging for, really. so he gave it to you, exactly like you asked. pulling back, before thrusting back inside. hard. fast. vigorous.

your breath was hot on his palm as you moaned against it. your pheromones weighing down the air around you. weighing down of ryousuke’s senses. his logical thinking. muted all but his desire for you. it was a scent that pulled at his very core, even as your perfume obscured the featherlight notes that accumulated to the the full symphony of you and your need for him. your skin was feverishly hot under his other palm, even through the skin of your dress that still half covered your form. had you had that chance, you probably would have shed the entire thing to try and cool down the burning of your skin. ryousuke was glad you didn’t, because as it was, he was positively losing his mind. should he be able to feel every single inch of your skin, the heat radiating off of your skin even more than he already did, he feared that it would be his very undoing. and he couldn’t have that, now that you were taking him so well, begging him for more with every buck and wiggle of your own hips to meet with his thrusts. so for now, that would have to wait, until he got you home. because he was going to take you home. he shouldn’t already, but he couldn’t very well ask you, in such a state, to wait the entire car ride home. and truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to wait either. not with the way he’d felt drawn to you all night. the way he’d known, even before he really knew that night. not with you. his mate.

his mate. ryousuke’s gaze dropped to your neck. your scent gland would be right there. what would it feel like to bite it right now? would you be mad? how would your skin look with his teeth marks embossed into it? he leaned in. he could just– he could– his forehead dropped against your shoulder, breath heavy. ragged. strained. he could just do it. you shuddered under his touch. quivered around his cock. he couldn’t. shouldn’t. but oh how he wanted to. instead he bullied inside of you harder, hips rocking against you in a frantic chase after your release. for his as well. to quell your needs. to silence the beckoning in his own mind. the beckoning to make you his. you were already his. he didn’t need to mark you for that, he tried convincing himself. but he wanted to. he wanted to so badly. he fucked you harder. you rocked back against him, meeting him halfway. you were his. he’d make you cry out his name. all the way through. he just needed. needed– yeah, he needed. desperately. calloused fingers pressed against your clit. wet with your slick, ryousuke’s fingers swiped over the sensitive nub. pressed down. circled it. effortlessly making you gasp for air. for more. for everything. and he gave it to you. he was going to give it to you. he was going to give you everything, when you clamped down on him. hard. teeth biting down on his hand, as if you somehow still had the sense to worry about someone hearing you. someone discovering what the two of you had gotten up to.

instead, ryousuke were the one to groan deeply as he kept on brutting into you, again and again. he had to pull out. he had to– had to– cum splattered across the back of your dress, droplets staining your hair. shit. he was never going to be able to look at that dress the same again. truthfully, you were probably never going to wear it again, after that night. but right now, you didn’t care. didn’t even give it as much as a single thought, when you turned and pulled him to you once more.

“hey, you,” he said before you could claim him again. “we need to get you home.”

“but–”

“i know. we’ll make it quick.” the ride home passed in a flurry. a flurry, where ryousuke had to pry your hands off of him more than once. where he had to force his own hands away from you. jaw clenched and skin prickling for more. for you. for him. and no later than the door to his place shut behind you, did you find him again. pull him towards you. press your lips against his, refusing to let him go for anything but the bare necessities, without a fuss, until the heat finally subsided. and when it did. when you finally found rest and drifted off is his arms, cock still nestled inside of you, you heard his voice.

“next time, don’t wear perfume. i want to smell you. just you. you’re mine.” and for some reason, those last words read oddly calming, and lulled you finally to sleep.

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brainrot-yumm · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY OKAY BUT GUYS I feel like everyone is sleeping, in a COMATOSE dare I say, on the concept of a smitten Mr. L interacting with Count Bleck and his minions.

Like when Mr. L comes back after his first interaction with the Guys, he’s already loudly gushing over Bowser (cause of course the crush sticks through the brainwashing). And Count Bleck hates it so much. He is SO UTTERLY bitter over even the concept of romance happening between the two, which is really weird for him since he’s usually just brooding about that kind of thing. He condemns even the thought and refuses to let L do anything with the heroes without Dimentio supervision (which, well, for lore reasons he was gonna do that anyway). It’s crazy unfair and everyone is super confused by it.

(cough it’s because Blumiere very much sees himself in Ouigi, what with the very intense “tragically separated Romeo Juliet” vibes that Bowuigi tends to have, and wants to stop it before things progress any more and someone kills one of the two to keep the sides black and white [not that he’s talking from experience or anything hahaha]. And also he’s bitter he doesn’t have that chance anymore cough)

This of course culminates into a bit near the end where Bleck, now aware of the whole pixl situation and currently deciding that omnicide isn’t the best idea anymore, lets a back-to-normal Weegie know that the whole crush thing is fine and he actually endorses it now, just be careful about that whole thing and understand that the hatred of others isn’t (usually) the fault of lovers, and also interspecies relationships aren’t weird lol. He tells him this in public. Like with everyone there. Like with Bowser there. It’s painfully awkward.

The other henchmen would be great reactors too. I feel like at least one of them (probably O’Chunks) would be extremely against it for the sole reason that Bowser’s married, and endorsing affairs are the only thing he really draws the line about. Mimi would adore the gossip (they would totally hang out together to gush about crushes). Dimentio would. Nothing would really change with him except that when he first hears about it he’s silent for a hot second, no change in facial expression, before just going “ah.” and then continuing on n pretending it never happened. And Nastasia would literally not care since she thinks they’re all idiots (to be fair though, all of them think that they’re the smart one of the group. Except O’Chunks. He knows he isn’t). Continue thinking about this concept at your discretion.

All I’m saying is that Bowser gets so many interactions with his fam during most Bowuigi fics, and Luigi really doesn’t have that much in comparison. He deserves some interactions. Even if they’re from sucky people. ESPECIALLY if they come from my favorite game in existence.

#listen this is one of the very few times I get to mash my current hyperfixation and my favorite game ever together since they're technically #the same thing. and boy am I gonna mash #bowuigi #bowser #luigi #Mr. L #PLEASE PLEAZE continue this idea if you have any thoughts of your own I care about Mr L so much #we need evil gay people!!!!! In our lives!!! like more of them NOW!!!!!

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quirrrky · 2 years

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「07. CONFUSION」

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𐑂 2.7k+ words 𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? 𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

It was another Friday afternoon after his usual training for the upcoming league and it was another Friday when his mom sent another chic his way for a marriage meeting like the usual.

Tsumu ran a hand through his hair while he pranced around his room. "I can't believe it! Mom said me another one today!" He hissed.

"Just get it over with. Ya've been there before, ain't ya?"

Yes, what's so different now? Before he could even fathom deeper, someone sought his attention. "Um...Atsumu-san? Are you okay?"

"Fuck! She's here." He murmured over the phone.

"Enjoy."

"Samu! Sam-" The other line was already cut before he could even protest and all he could do was left out a sign of relief.

The moment he opened the washroom door, the girl tip toed to check up on him. "Are you fine?"

His head spiraled, giving in to his inescapable reality.

Their names weren't really important at all. Initially, he was just in for the fun and to past some time, utterly bored of his downtime in between trainings. Though as days and months passed by, he started to feel number and more apathetic about the concept of relationships. He had met a lot of girls yet none of them ever made such an impact on him.

"I ain't feelin' well. I gotta go home." Atsumu excused himself, taking a stance that he could no longer bear faking it.

In no time, he ended the marriage meeting. His energy was almost entirely drained from the date. It's not that it was really awful. She was nice, but that was it.

The elevator doors opened and he walked out of it and onto his apartment, lifelessly. Finally inside, his body slumped down on the couch as his head rested backwards. When did he become exactly like this? He used to enjoy these things but now...

His doorbell rang and he immediately got up.

"Y/N!" He happily greeted upon opening the door looking like a dog wagging his tail. "Wait, what's that?" He asked curiously, noticing that you had more than your usual tote bag with you.

"Here," you pressed to his chest and went inside his room after signaling you to do so. "A hamper so you can keep your laundry in order."

His eyes widened and cheeks reddened, touched and warmed because of your thoughtfulness. "Thanks..." he managed to murmur.

"I'll be using the bathroom now." You said and closed the door, while he remained standing by it. Remembering that you forgot to tell him that you forgot the hamper's handle in your home, you opened the door again and saw him still standing right there. "Hey...why're you?" You wondered.

"I'm guardin' ya...?" He stated, sounding almost like a question.

"From what?" You asked a little weird out.

"You might not know...a cockroach might appear again somewhere out there."

You cringed at the thought of the thing. "God, I hope not. By the way, I left the hamper's handle at home."

"Got it," he affirmed as you headed back in again.

With so much excitement, he opened up the packaging of the hamper you gave like a kid or a puppy receiving his most anticipated toy.

He grinned with fondness at the small fox prints design on the material. He liked the idea that it matched his high school team's totem animal. His smile got gentler. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this uplifted and airy, like something in his chest felt so light.

You opened the door, finally done with your bath. You were wearing this oversized sweatshirt and pajama, looking like you're ready to hit the sack once you get home.

His eyes stayed on you for a short while and you started to notice it.

"What?" You asked.

"Ya look like a pillow." He stated, musing on how cuddly you looked like in that kind of get up.

You blushed a little, but then tried calming yourself down. You didn't exactly know if he meant that as a compliment or as a joke.

"Anyways, thanks for the bath." You told whims you headed outside of his apartment. "Night."

"Yeah, have a good night yerself too." He said as he watched you open your room. "No more goin' out okay?"

You finally opened the door and teased back, "You're not my dad."

Dramatically, he sighed. "You really do have a lot to say, ain't ya?"

You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door behind you. With a smile on your face, you took out your things from your tote bag. Instantly, that happy gleam turned into anxiety.

Shit, shit, shit! You checked your things out again. It's not here! You covered your face with your hands. This couldn't be happening. You left your panties inside Atsumu's bathroom! You panicked. Should you run now and tell him you forgot something? Or! Or! He had already seen it!?

Just as you worried on the best thing to do, it's already very late now. Tsumu had now discovered the article you left inside his bathroom.

Did you left it on purpose?

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

He panicked, staring at your panties on his hands. He was about to take a bath and had his shirt off already, but he was welcomed by your pink, sheep-printed panties.

Were you...were you inviting him in your room? He blushed. His heart beat so heavily with so much panic and thrill. What the hell is this? But a night spent with you won't be that...bad? He thought.

Finally making a decision, he opened the door to his apartment, but was surprised to find you right on his doorstep.

"Y-Y/N," he said in disbelief, not thinking you could be this forward. You were just staring at him like you were waiting for to make a move or...you're about to jump on him any minute now. He had never been too conscious of his body. He knew he was in perfect shape and he knew how gorgeous he looked, but right now with your eyes on him like this it felt more than just being objectified.

Was this all the build-up going to? Did you plan this all along? His cheeks now furiously red at the thought of your surprising aggressiveness.

You just stared at him in plain nervousness. Out of all the things you'd forget it had to be that. Now, how could you face him without thinking that he had seen your underwear and probably had held it too? But! You had to tell him something!

"I-I think I left something inside..." You almost tripped over your words, speeding inside his apartment.

"S-Sure..." Atsumu's breath hitched. You made your way inside his room? Did she want to do it here?

"I-I think I left it here..." You said, with worry.

He raised his hand and displayed your panties hooked on his finger. "You mean this?"

You were complete flushed and hurriedly snatched your underwear from him. "W-why did you not give me that at the very instant?"

Atsumu placed his hands on his waist. "Why the heck did you leave it?"

"I left it accidentally!" You fought back.

"Oh, really?"

You took a step back and looked around you. You were both alone inside his apartment. A bed was just a few steps away. He was shirtless and looking good and you were...there barging right in the middle of the night.

It finally dawned you.

"I...I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu." You said, with a hint of seriousness.

"Excuse me?" Atsumu retaliated not knowing how to feel about it.

Your mind was still confused. Since when did you forget that Atsumu was still a man so capable to sweep you off your feet? "It's late now. I must go back home."

You walked away and he felt all the urge to grab you by the elbow and stop you, but...The last time he felt this surge of emotions, he kissed you in the elevator. Right now, if he did the same, he wouldn't guarantee it'd be just a kiss or he could keep himself from maintaining it up to that level.

I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu.

So he let you go.

"Thanks for the shower and everything." You abde and went out.

He was again...rejected.

Or, at least, it felt that way.

All those girls he went out with were head over heels for him. It would be a lie if he'd say he didn't like it. Then, here you were taking him for granted and acting like he's someone you could just push away, yet each time you crushed his ego, the more he wanted to run towards you so badly.

I'm not one of your girls, Atsumu.

Your words echoed in his ear. Somehow, they were very shallow yet it pierced right through his chest so deep.

He slept the night with that knot inside himself. The next morning came with him not getting enough sleep an prime athlete like him should be getting. Now, he's a little pissed and it's because of you. If space that you want, fine! He'd give you exactly that. Gone was the nice and friendly Tsumu and he'd be like the thin air you wished he was from the beginning.

He went out of his apartment for his training, when the very moment he went inside the elevator and hit the ground floor button, you came out of your own room. You rushed inside as he pushed the open-doors button until you managed to get in.

"Thanks," you greeted with a smile and he closed his eyes firmly, reprimanding himself. Why did he wait for you to enter the elevator. He could just leave you waiting. Fine, fine. He'd just won't talk to you. At all.

"By the way," You reached something out from your bag and handed it to him. "I made an extra. You can have it for breakfast." Atsumu accepted it, bewildered and surprised from your unexpected kind gesture. "Bye!" You bade as you ran to your office's direction.

What...What is this? He stared at the sandwich you gave him on his way to the locker room of the training gym.

"Hello Atsumu-san! Woah...what's that?" Hinata asked, lacing an arm around him.

Atsumu puffed his chest. "I got this from, Y/N."

"Y/N?" Bokuto started, amazed. "She prepares breakfast for you?"

"Ah...How nice is that to have a girl prepare breakfast for you."

Atsumu proudly and cheekily beamed. "It's not like it's such a big deal y'know."

Their coach called them for a huddle about their upcoming schedule given that they'd be having an overseas game in the coming week.

"Aren't you excited? We're flying next week again!" Hinata asked him. He smiled but he couldn't give a definite answer to the question.

Come to think of it, the game would give him the much needed distance from you that he couldn't get himself so used to.

The sound of whistle echoed in the gymnasium and Atsumu shook his head to get his mind back into the game.

Immediately after the training ended, Atsumu rushed to his clothes, remembering that he hadn't done his laundry for long. His face fell, finding out that he must do the laundry today. There's a big tendency that he might not have something to bring to the game.

He'd be flying this time around for his game. How would you be able to take a bath now? Should he duplicate his keys? Wait! Why was even thinking of you now? Erase! Erase! Erase! He shook his head.

He pulled the basket out of his apartment just in time you had your laundry basket with you.

"Oh..." You said, noticing that he had all colors of clothes mixed-up in his basket. "Laundry?"

"Yeah..." He tried not to chat so much.

"Do you..." You hesitated. "Do you know how to?"

Atsumu scowled and he almost spit out a huge chunk of his ego, when he remembered that it was his mom who usually picked up the laundry for him before. He sighed, defeated. "Not really."

"Okay, I guess. I can teach you." You said.

"Fine..." With slump shoulders, he went towards you and grabbed your basket. "Lemme help ya out with this."

After getting off from the elevator, you both headed to the laundry shop which was just located at the ground floor of your apartment building. It was just the two of you there as you entered.

"Here, have you separated your whites and colored?" You asked and he shook his head away. "You should then afterwards you place them in different machines."

"Got it!" He said and you tended with your own clothes, placing them inside the machine. "Then, after this...I'll just put soap into the slot here?"

"Yes," you nodded your head as you did the same with your own.

"Then we wait."

"Yup."

You sat beside each other at the bench in front of your machines, watching your clothes go round and round inside as the water poured in.

You smiled to yourself out of the blue and he found it odd. "Hey! What're ya...Are ya plannin' somethin' evil?"

You shook your head. "No, I just realized that I'd never help you out if this happened a month ago."

"Yeah, yeah! You even thought I was the killer!"

"Well, aren't you really?" You teased.

"Hey!" He protested.

You chuckled and so did he.

Last night, you wondered how you came to forget that Atsumu was a man you used to avoid back then and now you even casually used his bathroom. You were baffled that even when he already stole a kiss from you and held your underwear, though you found it awkward and embarrassing at the same time, there's still a touch of comfort and familiarity being around Atsumu.

Maybe...he's a friend now?

You were in the middle of your thoughts when his machine started spilling bubbles all over.

Just as you thought...However, instead of getting mad or annoyed at him, you found yourself laughing so heartily at what happened. Such clumsiness was a total Atsumu thing and you found it very hilarious!

"Hey! Hey what do we do with this- What do we-" Atsumu was interrupted by the sight of your light-hearted laughter. A smile naturally slipped across his face. It was interesting to see you vexed but there's something more amazing at witnessing how carefree you could be. Just like now.

The store assistant cut through and helped the both of you, volunteering to finish Atsumu's clothes so he could just come back to pick it up tomorrow.

"I'll just do your laundry next time so it won't happen again."

He sighed. "Right...right..I guess I hafta sort it so it won't be too much of a hassle next time too."

"Yeah..."

You headed back to your floor with Tsumu carrying your finished laundry. He caught himself smiling through his reflection inside the elevator and remembered the oath he swore this early morning. Distancing himself from you.

What the hell? He was stupefied. Why the hell did this happen? He promised himself to avoid you but he ended up spending more time with you instead!

The elevator opened and you both saw Otose standing in front of your door.

"Oh, Y/N. You're here already." She greeted and you returned the greeting. "The water piping's already fixed

"Really?" You said in delight.

"Yes, yes, the plumber said it's finally replaced. You two take care I'mma head back down now." She bade and entered the elevator.

Atsumu placed your laundry basket down and slid both of his hands inside his pockets. "It's good now then, ya don't hafta bother me anymore."

It was as if his plan this morning backfired to him when he swore to himself not to talk to you again, but being given an opportunity exactly that bothered him a lot.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Can't you have a day when you don't annoy me?" You shot back, but he didn't budge like his usual self. You found it puzzling but you just shrugged it off as he entered his apartment, not uttering a single word to you anymore.

Atsumu didn't know why but he felt a little off. He should celebrate for he could go back to his old ways. He could finally not wait for anyone to shower around his home and he shouldn't be bothered not cleaning his room since you're not gonna be here anymore.

Add to that, he didn't have to worry about your bath time when he'd be away for the overseas games. He didn't have to duplicate his keys and entrust 'em to you. He didn't have to talk to you anymore and you'd both be back to just seeing each other in the hallway and that's it.

That's it...

That's it?

𐑂 AN : AAAHHHH IK GUYS IK! next chapter’s on monday! given that these are establishing chapters! hopefully, next week I finally bridged what I have to so we can finally start with the exciting parts. for now, enjoy being neighbors with atsumu with him feeling so confused and bothered everytime you interact together xD

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violetvelourr · 8 months

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How long I have been doing art

People occasionally ask me how long I’ve been drawing and that question gets me utterly confused 😅 um, probably since I remember myself?.. 😅

First of all, big reveal. I’m old. Much older than you probably ever guessed. Because I’ve been doing digital art since 2003, and I was not exactly a toddler at that point, he-he. Don’t ask me my age though – I’m still a lady and I consider it impolite 🤭 but that might actually answer the questions of many teenagers why I don’t particularly interact much 🙈

So anyways, now we have settled my “art career” span. But saying “I began doing digital art in 2003” – well… I don’t want to do that, because people will be like, “whoa, 20 years”?! And will freak out at such a prospect – 20 years to get to my level, which is, frankly speaking, far from professional. Not to mention that before digital art I also drew traditionally quite a bit.

But the main reason is because “doing digital art since 2003” does not equal “for 20 years”.

How about we revisit these years and look closer at my digital art journey? I can’t promise that I will recall everything 100% accurately, but I’ll do my best.

So around 2003-2004 I tried drawing in Photoshop for the first time. It was an image of a lion, and to be honest, to this day I’m hella proud of myself.

Yes, first attempt. Yes, I drew with a freaking mouse!

My second piece from the same year span is the “Dancer”. oh yes, the remakable hepatitis skin tone 🙈

To be honest, I don’t recall having a drawing tablet that long ago, I'm quite sure I got it only in 2008, but looking at it, despite its flaws, I can hardly believe I drew that using a mouse… I’m not sure, it’s a mystery. The Lion was definitely a mouse artwork.

From thereon I abandoned digital art for a while due to studying, then work, and finally online RPGs…

In 2008 I posted my first digital WIP after a 5 year break.

Oh my gosh... Remind me to never try realism again, clearly not my thing 🙈

I think I was trying to draw an avatar for myself, which doesn’t exactly justify drawing a woman aged probably around 40 🙈 I was not that old!! As far as I can see from my journal, that artwork crashed and only this snippet of it was what I had left. I think it’s for the good. I ended up commissioning the avatar from a proper artist, ha-ha…

Over the span of 2 months I posted 5 more digital art pieces, none of them ever completed actually 🙈 And yes, behold how ugly they are...

My ambitions were growing faster than my skills were improving. The piece with the couple with that naked girl is my special pain because I even attended a digital art course by an amazing artist I was really looking up to back then – Anry – to try and finish this piece, but I failed miserably. I was the only person in that course (5 day 12hr/day intense course) out of 15 people who came “just for fun” – the rest were pursuing a professional digital illustrator career.

This is what I left off with after that course.

In this collage you see on the left what I came with, the middle – what the teacher did after I explained my concept, and on the right – my attempt to take the piece to its final form. But I could never accept that the base was made for me and not by me...

It still grips my heart when I look at it because it was one of my greatest fails. I think that to die peacefully, I need to finish this artwork 😆 If anyone is curious about the story behind this artwork, I’ll post it separately.

Anyway, as I said, I didn’t reach my goal, was hugely disappointed in myself and dropped digital art in April 2008.

However, I came back 1.5 years later, in November 2009, when I got into anime 😂

I think that’s also when I first tried Paint Tool SAI. Up until March 2012, I uploaded roughly 20+/- digital artworks/WIPs. The quality was a bit inconsistent, but I was beginning to get the hang of it a bit, finally. Here are some of them (yeah, the span of the mood is extraordinary):

So, in 2.5 years – merely 20 artworks. Just to compare, in 2022 alone I made 75+ artworks, which doesn’t even include animations and stuff I considered to not be proper artworks.

So, my last artwork from that period was in March 2012 (the one with the winged dude blocking the way for the girl), after which I abandoned digital art again, for good this time. I actually thought - forever, to be honest.

I’m not sure what happened then. I guess I just lost my motivation, got over my fictional crushes, was depressed and not happy with myself…

Problem is that in reality, I don’t have any imagination at all. Part of the reason why I always suspected that despite being quite decent in drawing, I would never succeed as an artist, so I could only say that my dream was to draw for Disney. But I knew I never would. And I knew I can’t do original art. Fan arts – yes, subject to being highly inspired, a feeling similar to a crush. I was too dependent on the mood. But even so… my artworks never were particularly fancy or original, I admit it.

Part of the reason why I’m also so sensitive about AI now. I see people actually living my dream, and I'm so happy for them. Working as illustrators, having an income from what they create... And that is being stolen from them now. That’s why I will probably never accept AI.

Ugh, turned off the subject…

Anyway, as I said, I abandoned art in 2012 and only picked it back up in October 2021 because of Kakashi. 😆

If my math is correct, that’s a 9.5 year break. I have been going non-stop since October 2021, so I would say that my ongoing artistic journey lasts for almost 2 years now. The previous 2-year period with 20 artworks – I’m not really sure about the value of that. The previous 7 digital artworks – even more so.

If I had to sum up my entire digital art journey, – I would say it is around 5–6 years, but in reality probably won’t add up even to 3 years, because the 3 years adding up from a bit of 2003, a bit of 2008 and bits of 2009-2012 had me produce only around 30 artworks, a majority of which were never even completed.

My main progress happened between 2021 and now, so in the last 2 years. And to be honest, I understand that if I am to continue - this is only the beginning...

#my digital art journey #yeah if it wasn't for Kakashi I probably wouldn't be drawing now #Kakashi is literally the reason I got back into art #Kakashi for life #Kakashi #Naruto #thank you Kishi #artists on tumblr #art #illustration

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