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hellhue · 2 years

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⋆ steve harrington x reader

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summary: you can’t stop thinking about steve after that night in the upside down, and you aren’t sure if you want to. part 2 to hidden keepsakes

tags: frenemies to fwb to ??, p in v, unprotected sex, mid smut, weird tentacle/vine stuff (<- im so sorry about that one, it’s brief i swear!)

tw: vomit mention, weird tentacle/vine stuff

minors dni 18+ below cut

The knots in your stomach twisted and warped while you watched Steve help Nancy, jealousy eating through stomach lining as his fingers brushed against her. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two, noticing the accidental touches, lingering brushes, how his eyes never left her face as she made her way through the portal cemented on the trailer ceiling.

“What’s that look for?”

His question startled you, drawing you from your simmering haze, so lost in your head you hadn’t noticed that Nancy was safely on the other side, joining everyone else as they stared down at you, judgment in their eyes while they waited.

Play it cool.

“There’s no look.” you spat defensively, mentally face palming at the failed attempt of nonchalance.

You reached for the bedsheets in front of you, twisting your hands into them before anything worse tumbled from your lips.

“And don’t go getting all handsy with me like you did Nance,” your brows furrowed, eyelids pinching closed tightly. Seriously?

It wasn’t for lack of trying, it wasn‘t your intention to make things even more awkward after you just had weird drugged upside down sex about 20 minutes ago.

“I don’t need your help.” you added on autopilot, for good measure. It felt like your brain was still scrambled, unable to control the venomous tone smothering your words.

Okay, babe, time to get out of here. Now.

“Wh- no one got handsy with anyone.” Steve guarded, ignoring the way you flinched from him in spite as he reached for you.

You huffed in response, attempting to pull yourself up the rope, wanting to get far away from his brown eyes and that stupid little curl that bounced over his forehead.

Hey…” he trailed off, his voice gentle as he reached for you again, one hand tugging at the hem of your shirt by the small of your back, the other covering yours on the bedsheet as he tried to pry your hands from their white knuckled grip, “don’t be like that.”

You let him loosen your fingers, instantly melting into his touch, his warmth chasing your coldness away, sending shivers down the nape of your neck as you thawed. His fingers twined between yours, and he used the grasp to anchor your body into his, unbothered by the prying eyes above.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, gesturing to the dark outline of your friends from over his shoulder, all of them peering curiously at how touchy Steve was being with you. This was far from playing it lowkey.

“I don’t really care.” he shrugged his shoulders, arms wrapping around you as he used his body to push you backwards until you were flat against the vinyl wallboards of the trailer living room.

“Jus’ need one more taste before we leave.” he muttered into the crease of your neck, his lips pressing hot kisses to your skin while one hand trailed down your back, giving your bum a light squeeze before trailing around front to cup the aching core between your legs.

You pulsed as his hand held your heat through the denim, his fingers already prodding at your covered entrance, “don’t think I can take not having this sweet thing on my mouth,” he continued, voice gruff, hips thrusting into the softness of your thigh.

Warmth spread through you at his words, from both the excitement of feeling him against you again and the embarrassment of your friends watching from above. Your heart pounded in your chest like a heavy drum as he rubbed you harder through your jeans, the pleasure already causing your hips to jerk in rhythm with his palm, your head spinning at the fast pace.

He used his free hand to hold your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it in place as he pressed kisses across your jawline until meeting your lips, “what do you say? One more taste?” he whispered against the plump of your mouth.

You were still, entranced by his touch, overwhelmed by his breath brushing against you. It didn’t take much for you to fold, before all notions of your prying friends left your head, no longer able to even think about stopping his advancements.

And in that moment of weakness you nodded, thoughts swarming on how you’d give Steve anything he asked for as you closed your eyes, shortening the gap, pressing your lips into his. It was softer than before, but growing just as hungry as your lips moved against his.

It went by in chunks, you weren’t sure how or why, if it was the particles still affecting your brain or some other unexplainable variable of this alternate dimension, but suddenly you stood there completely undressed, balancing on one leg, while the other was hooked over Steve’s shoulder, his body settled between them, face deep in your cunt as he lapped at your juices, circling around the small bundle of nerves.

The empty black chunks of your memory was just another thing you couldn’t bring yourself to care about, as you moved your pretty cunt against his face, letting his nose nudge against your special spot. You couldn’t think, could barely breathe between soft oohh's and aahh’s as he chased your sweet taste he was so desperate for, not stopping.

He tongued your insides, dragging between your lips, sucking your folds, sucking your clit. It was overwhelming, it was euphoric, even better than before. His mouth brought you higher than before, and you couldn’t hold off as the coil tightened in your lower tummy, your muscles flexing tightly as your fingers tangled into his thick hair, your legs beginning to tremble as they tried to hold you up, “Steve -ahh, cum- I’m cumming.” you whined, head thrown back against the wall as the coil finally popped and released, your juices covering the lower half of his face as he tried to desperately drink every last drop of your nectar.

And then your legs were suddenly folded tightly against your top, another chunk, you realized as the crook of your knees rested over the center of his elbows, black vines wrapping around your torso two to three times, holding you to the wall, the tips of the vines sliding around your breasts, toying with your pebbled nippes as Steve gyrated his hips forward, his thick mushroom head sliding back and forth between your lips until it caught the edge of your seeping entrance.

You twitched as his curly pubes tickled against your sensitive clit, waiting in anticipation as he slowly pushed upwards, the tip of his dick slowly stretching your hole as he pushed further, and further, inside you. The stretch stung in an appetizing way, and all you could think about was the want for him to be fully inside you, to fill you up until you bursted, and he gave you exactly what you wanted, as his hips finally met yours, his cock fully buried in your entrance.

He sat there for a moment, letting you adjust to his thickness before slowly dragging out, your spongy walls tightening around his length, “god, so fucking tight.” he grunted, before snapping his hips upwards, filling you once again.

You gasped at the tight feeling of him inside you, the collision of his hips against you felt delicious. He kept a steady, average pace, but snapped his hips hungrily, his cock pistoning inside you, while he hunched over to kiss, and gnaw at the bare skin of your shoulder, wanting to devour every possible piece before you were stuck back in Hawkin’s, hating each other, never to touch one another again.

The wetness from your pussy sloshed as he slammed himself in and out of you, you could feel the splashes of your juices splatter against your legs and the bottom of your bum from the force as he held you up, you were nearly folded in half as he pushed his weight against you. Your arms wrapped beneath his shoulders, scraping against his back for any sort of hold as he thrust in your tight hole, his hair bouncing against his forehead, matching the way your tits bounced up and down against your chest, “you make me feel so good, Steve.” you whimpered.

Your words only encouraged him, his pace quickening until his hips were jackhammering into yours. You could feel your thighs tighten at the speed, your climax growing once again as he pounded into you unrelentlessly, like a starving man, “yeah baby, I can feel you tightening around me.” he grunted into your neck, “go ahead and cum, make a pretty little mess all over me.” he egged, his thrust becoming slightly more sloppy as his high nearly reached a tumbling peak.

“Code RED! Code RED!” you heard a loud echo from above, the voice penetrating the rousing bubble between you and Steve, the noise drawing your attention from the pulsing in your core.

“Code RED! Code RED!” it rang again, the voice moving all around you, flying around the circumference of the trailer.

You felt vulnerable, scared, as a red flashing light bursted from above, blinding you as it pulsed over and over, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

You cried for Steve, trying to grasp him closer for protection, or to get him to stop, something, but all you felt was a warm, sticky goop when you made contact. A tight gasp left your lips as you looked down. Steve sat there, his limbs gooey, like freshly poured tar.

“Help me.” he croaked, finally dropping you to the floor as he began to lose his form, the liquid of his former self soaking into the carpet below him.

“Max’s been bugging me about y/n again. Like I’m her keeper? Why am I supposed to know where everyone is at all times?” Dustin complained from the passenger seat of the burgundy BMW, digging through the bag of snacks he and Steve had just acquired from the gas station.

Steve stiffened at the mention of your name, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the steering wheel tighter, “tell me about it.” He tried to play it off, adding a chuckle to really sell it, but his tone was off, sounding tight, high pitched.

“Steve.. Why do you sound like you’re in pain? Do you know something? Did you do something?” Dustin’s questions became more frantic as he picked up on Steve’s discomfort, his attention fully leaving the plastic bag on his lap as he turned his body towards his older friend, the seatbelt twisting at his neck from the weird angle, “y’know, she did start being super weird ever since you all got back from the upside down.. Do you think Vecna got to her and she doesn’t want to tell anyone?”

“I didn’t do anything to her! And Vecna didn’t get to her.” Steve used his free hand to point at Dustin in frustration before wincing at his tone, he sounded more defensive than he wanted to, and he really hoped Dustin wouldn’t notice.

But it’s Dustin,and he’s a kid genius, so of course he noticed. The younger boy narrowed his eyes at Steve accusingly from the passenger seat, “right….whatever you did or didn’t do, fix it. It’s dangerous to be split up like this.”

Steve knew Dustin was right, it was safer being all together or atleast having some sort of contact with everyone now that Vecna’s digging into everyone’s brains.

“She won’t talk to me.”

“Oh, she’ll talk to you.” and he pulled out his walkie.

Steve!” you screamed, sitting up abruptly as you woke up. It took a moment, but as you sat there you took in the familiar surroundings of your room. You were in bed, not getting head from Steve. The same Steve you haven’t seen since a week and a half ago. The same Steve that you keep having these stupid raunchy dreams about, that seem to always end with you unsatisfied.

You collapsed back with a huff, still rolling through the euphoric high you were just denied in dreamland, it felt so real - maybe I should just finish the job, you thought as you snaked your hand downwards, no harm in a little self satisfaction.

“Hello?! Code RED! Code RED! We have these for a reason people!” Dustin’s staticy voice blasted from the walkie sitting on your bedside table before you could get any semblance of relief.

You jerked your hand back up, like you were caught red handed, heart racing once again. God dammit Dustin. You sat up, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t all a dream.

You coiled backwards, giving yourself some reach as you stretched your arm to the nightstand, patting the wooden material until you made contact with the clunky walkie.

“Okay, Dustin, got it.” you rasped into the microphone, voice laden with sleep as you hung from the bed.

“Did you just wake up?” he questioned incredulously, judgment thick in his tone. Steve snapped his fingers at him from the driver’s seat, reminding him to stay on target.

“Harrington’s in 15.” he added quickly before severing the connection.

The idea of having to go to his house was tantalizing, you could already feel the anxiety bubbling in the pits of your stomach, the aching need to touch yourself quickly replaced by the need to vomit or die, possibly.

When you first got back from the Upside Down, you both tried to act like everything was normal, but it was just weird. Like really weird and tense. Not to mention the fact it was growing more obvious to everyone that something happened.

So instead of tiptoeing around livewires, doing everything you could to not jump his bones, you avoided nearly everyone instead, opting for updates from Max or Lucas instead of the others who were in the Upside Down with you. It was working for the time being, but if it was a code red, it had to be important. You had no choice but to go.

After a long 45 minutes of getting ready and finding an outfit that didn’t scream ‘trying too hard’, you found yourself standing awkwardly on the front stoop of Steve’s house, switching your weight between your feet as you waited painstakingly long for someone to answer the door, praying it would be Dustin

And for the first time these last few weeks, your prayers were answered as the door clicked open to reveal the curly headed boy.

“You’re late.” he grumbled.

“Hello to you too.” you greeted, following closely behind him, taking a deep breath in hopes to find some molecules of confidence hidden within the air as you walked through the entryway, into the living room.

It was a lot emptier than you were expecting. Usually, you’d be met with a circle of your friends, all bumping shoulders to look at whatever plan was being developed for the day, but this time, it was only Lucas, who was sitting alone on the couch, face glaring at Dustin as he appeared. He definitely wasn’t here voluntarily.

You spared a quick glance towards Steve as he lingered in the corner, suddenly enraptured by a small scrape in the plaster of the walls as he ran his fingers over it.

“What am I doing here?” you questioned, hovering behind the couch. This was definitely a trap.

“You,” Dustin pointed at you, much like an angry dad, before moving his finger to the couch, ”sit.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his tone, but still rounded the couch, sitting on the furthest cushion from Steve.

“And you,” he was now pointing to bumbling Steve, “sit.”

Steve followed suit, taking a seat on the opposing cushion from your own. Dustin didn’t continue until you were both seated, still as statues while Lucas sat awkwardly in the middle, leg bouncing a million miles a second.

“Lucas and I are leaving to do actual important stuff, like saving Hawkins from Vecna, while you two sort whatever the heck is going on between the two of you” the attitude was heavy in his voice. He may only be 15, but there was a hardy no nonsense air about him.

Lucas jumped up at the mention of his name, mumbling what sounded like a ‘thank god’ under his breath as he followed Dustin out, looking back only once to mouth a silent ‘good luck!’ and thumbs up to you.

It was silent as they left, both of you avoiding looking at the other as the sound of the front door echoed through the home.

Steve broke the silence first.

“Dustin thought it would be a good idea to talk about it, y’know.” he tried, still staring straight ahead, but tilting his head towards you on his left.

“I gathered that.” you stated plainly before fully absorbing what he said.

Talk about it?

“Wait-” your head snapped to him, eyes filling with anger, “he better not know, Steve.” you seethed. You swear, he couldn’t keep anything to himself, and to tell a 15 year old? It hasn’t been 5 minutes and he’s already reminded you of how idiotic he his, how could you even dream about wanting him?

“What? No? No! Dustin doesn’t know!” he amended, turning to face you as he slid half an inch closer, hands up in surrender. “He just knows that you’ve been acting super weird, which you have, by the way.”

“I’m not acting weird. You’re acting weird.” you threw back at him.

Steve rolled his eyes, “whatever. We’re both acting weird. Hence the reason we’re here.” he motioned his arm in the empty space between you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you shrugged.

A humorless laugh left his lips, “um, I think there’s something to talk about.”

Your eyes finally met his, as you both silently taunted the other to back down. Typically, you won these, always a bit more intimidating than Steve, but you couldn’t help as your thoughts began to travel back to your dream, how his brown eyes stared at you just like this, how his fair flopped so effortlessly over his forehead in real life and dream life.

You had to break eye contact.

“This is ridiculous.”

You stood up, ready to beeline for the front door. Why would you subject yourself to this awkwardness when you could hide away at home instead?

But Steve quickly clocked your escape, and he followed, swooping between you and the archway to your escape, your freedom being taken away as he outstretched his arm across the open space like a human barricade.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Steve. Move.” you tried again, more forceful.

“I said no.” he challenged back, feeling more confident after winning the stare down.

He took your silence as an okay to continue, “I’m sorry, we need to hash this out. It’s dangerous out there right now. You can’t just avoid everyone because of some stupid mistake we had no control over. I know we hate each other- errr, you hate me, but I couldn’t live with myself if something actually happened to you and we had no idea.”

Your arms folded across your chest, hands hidden in your armpits. The sincerity in his voice made you feel weird, and you wanted it to stop.

For once, he was right, and you were going to have to fess up sooner or later.

“I just don’t think it’s possible to ‘hash it out.’” your voice was meek.

“Why not?” he lowered his arms hesitantly, making sure you weren’t going to bolt.

“Because,” you whined miserably, turning your back to him, dropping your arms to instead cover your face with your hands, hiding behind them like a weeping angel. “I think about it, like, all the time. I hate it.” you admitted, shoulders hunching as the embarrassment from your confession flooded through you.

A pause.

“What do you mean?” he asked wearily.

“What do you think I mean? Like I’ve been dreaming about it and whenever I look at you it’s just - ugh!” you threw your hands up in frustration from both yourself and his question.

“Like- you liked it..?”

“Stop being cruel.” you felt morose. You wanted to get out of this house, away from Steve, and back into the safety net of your bed where your feelings could be hidden another day.

“No I just..need clarification, before I say anything you might kill me for.”

This caught your attention, finally turning your head towards your shoulder to cast a small glance at him, a small glimmer in your eyes peeking from behind your lashes, “Like what?”

“Like I might’ve liked it too, and also can’t stop.. thinking about it.” he was still hesitant in his confession as he took a step towards you, placing a gentle hand on the dip of your side, “and trust me, I’ve tried everything to stop it. No luck.”

You let him encourage your body around, facing him head on as his hands grazed the softness of your hips.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, “yeah.”

You pursed your lips, trying to hide the pleased smile behind it.

“Get that look off your face.”

You shook your head, teeth pinching the plump of your bottom lip, “there’s no look.”

He squinted down at you, “Since we’re being honest here, I never really hated you. Just kinda hated that you hated me.”

You rolled your eyes, he would hate someone just because they hated him.

“I don’t hate you, Steve.” you looked up at him, moving your hands to rest at the top of his shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of his polo.

He tilted his head lower, angling his lips closer to yours until they were centimeters apart. That confession would stick with him.

“I just don’t like you.” you finished with a soft smirk.

His eyelids fluttered, letting out a chuckle through his nose, unsure why he expected anything different, “I can live with that.” he agreed, before pressing his lips against yours.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔥𝔲𝔢 𓄅 writes

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xxlady-lunaxx · 2 days

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hiiiii, i was wondering if u could do a "hashira reaction to gn s'o cheating on them? idk if u do that type of stuff, if u don't just ignore. if you can't/ don't wanna do all, can you please include giyuu and kyojuro? i love your writing sm it hurts

lots of love, me <3

AWEHJIFSKJDF THANK YOU SM!<33 I’m glad you like my writing and yes, I can write that ^^ I don’t normal write char x reader—though I have done it be4—so, sorry if it’s a bit silly bc I’m accustomed to writing char x char It’ll just be Giyuu in this part, I’ll do the others separately since it’s easier on me, if that’s alright. I’ll put the links to the others on this part too, when I finish them tho! (iyw to stay anon that’s fine, but I could tag you in the others if you wanted it?) Also im writing this on my tablet so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes 😭 I write better on computer

Reaction to being cheated on by GN!Y/N

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu never showed much emotion. It bothered you, in ways you never could bring yourself to word. The thing was, however, that you didn’t know how much longer you could bear it. You had fallen in love with him before, but didn’t find yourself drawn to him now. It had been like a mystery, trying to find out the depths of this man whom refused to show anything. He was caring of you, yes. He tended to your wounds, tried his best to make you meals, bought you gifts. But he lacked the show of physical affection. He kissed you from time to time, but you had to initiate it; you had to ask for it. He never gave you the attention you so desperately sought for. Not the kind you wanted, at least.

So you did the unthinkable. You found another man—someone who would treat you as you wished. With only a wisp of guilt in the back of your mind, you pressed your lips upon this other man, thoughts far from the Hashira.

This went on for about two weeks, only, until Giyuu found out. He was supposed to be gone on a mission for a bit, so you invited the man over to your house. Giyuu had the key in, but he was supposed to be gone, of course.

It began with food. Drinks, small talk. It grew heated from there: kissing grew to making out, and that went to the point your uniform was hanging loosely from your shoulders, and then—

And then the door opened.

You had been so caught up in whatever the hell was going on that you hadn’t heard the front door being unlocked. Presumably, Giyuu had assumed you’d had a friend over. Because shock registered through his entire expression upon opening the bedroom door and finding you under another man.

You. Giyuu’s partner, his lover. Splayed under some man he knew not.

For a moment, all that could be heard was yours and the man’s heavy breathing. Giyuu was stock-still, eyes wide, mouth ajar. Then he spoke. His voice, usually so calm and collected, came out shaky. Uncertain.

“Y/n…?” he asked quietly, taking a hesitant step forward.

The man scoot off of you, buttoning his uniform hastily and standing. “I should go…” he murmured. He tried making a dash out the door, ducking under Giyuu’s arm, but Giyuu was quicker, grabbing him by his collar and tossing him back into the room carelessly, gaze stuck on you.

“Y/n, what… What the hell?” he said, his voice rising slightly. You rarely heard him swear. Even if it was something as mild as ‘hell.’

You flinched as he moved closer, his steps as inaudible as ever.

“Why…?” His question trailed off, his eyes tracing your half-exposed body. You tugged your uniform back on self-consciously. Why had you done this?

You averted your eyes, not wanting to see his expression anymore. You had thought he wouldn’t care, in all honesty. Though it didn’t stop you from hiding it.

“What did I do wrong?” Giyuu mumbled. There was a trace of hurt in his voice and you felt a twinge of regret. It wasn’t just the humiliation of being discovered.

“I… You didn’t kiss me much or anything. You didn’t really hug me, or cuddle me, or… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you whispered. You chanced a glance back at him.

Giyuu’s hair had fallen over his eyes, obscuring them from your view. His lips opened and closed wordlessly for a moment. Eventually, he seemed to find his voice. But he sounded cold now, the kind of voice he would use to give orders to Demon Slayers. Dismissive. The kind that meant the conversation was over. “I loved you, Y/n. Did you know that? I’m sorry for not giving you enough. I hope this… other man can give you what I failed to do,” he said quietly. He turned abruptly, ignoring your calls as he stalked out of the room.

You heard the front door slam shut. There was a moment of silence. The ‘other man’ glanced at you.

“Want to continue…?” he asked tentatively.

“Shut up. Go away,” you hissed.

He raised his hands in surrender as he stood, backing towards the doorway. “Alright… It was just a question.”

You waited as his footsteps faded into the distance. The door Giyuu had slammed clicked shut behind him. You dipped your head down, burying it in your hands. God, what had you done?

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dreamsndmadness · 10 days

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hellooo!!!(sorry in advance for all of the rambling)

first of all, im absolutely gushing from all of the soft moments in ch9: feyd nearly crying from being cared for, paul helping feyd with his nightmares, and feyd being protective/caring in both the breakfast scene and throughout the spice field inspections :333. It was all VERY adorable and paul finally being unhesitating about his sexual relationship with feyd and them communicating (both implicitly with paul reading feyds body language and explicitly with paul making feyd ask for what he wants), it's all very rewarding in general :)

Also, ive just been thinking nonstop about all the stuff going on with paul. so, my first theory about pauls exhaustion was because he was staying up because of feyds nightmares waking up but then i re-read it and saw paul was tired even before they shared a bed, and then i remembered that lack of sleep is a common symptom of pregnancy so thats my leading theory rn, that OR paul is staying up late reading lol. im also so interested in what paul and lady jessica are plotting, they mentioned controlling feyd and learning more about him in the beginning and then theres the date palm scene. I remember in the movies that date palms are definitely on arrakis so my first thought was that feyd was being a paranoid little freak about it but then i thought lady jessica might be trying to assess pauls health or something?? its safe to say im super hyped for the paul POV

sorry about the length and INCREDIBLY half formed theories

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The wonderful bowl100!!

I love your questions ☺️. Omg yay!!! I’m so glad you liked the chapter. I always have a crisis of confidence when I post new chapters 🙃. Yesss. The softness. Feyd cutting the fruit and making sure Paul eats was one of my favorite moments from the chapter. It’s so hard to write moments of tenderness from him without it seeming out of character. And then he can never be honest with himself about why he’s doing things or why certain things are making him feel certain ways. Man. This guy. Feyd used his words FINALLY!!! And yes!! I’m so happy for Paul. Starting to enjoy himself. It’s so important.

Okee so here’s what I can say. You aren’t wrong about any of your guesses per say. It’s been such a joy to write from Paul’s pov because he’s a much more emotionally evolved person so I can write him being like “ah yes. This is making me feel this way!”. So one of the biggest reasons for Paul’s exhaustion is that he has been having dreams. Some of them good, some of them pretty disturbing. And yes, we will be seeing them in the next chapter. He is also (not really a spoiler cause it’s in the tags) pregnant! Another big reason! That’s going to be a plot point of the next chapter as well.

Lol the date palm scene!! You’re right on both counts. Feyd is being a paranoid little freak. He’s like “they are speaking in code!!” No you weirdo, they are talking about date palms. However, I am going to give him a little credit because he did pick up on the weird energy of the scene which is basically due to Jessica trying to draw Paul out of his funk. She’s worried about him and thinks he’s not doing well, and she’s trying to cheer him up and also trying to subtly (probably too subtly) signal to Feyd to do the same. Which he kinda gets! Cause he then invites Paul to come with him on inspection and Jessica is like “thank fucking god you are so fucking dense”. To Feyd. Not Paul. Paul can do no wrong in Jessica’s eyes lol.

Anyway! All of your theories were pretty spot on and perceptive!!! Sorry it took so long for me to respond 😔. I’ve been sick this week and it’s been a struggle. I have most of Paul’s chapter finished (it’s sitting at 5,500 words right now 😀). And I hope to edit and post tomorrow!!

Thank you as always for your lovely questions. I look at your wonderful art every day 🥹.

All the best 🫶.

#paul atreides #feyd rautha #paul x feyd #feydpaul #asks #my writing

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cl0wntwn · 6 months

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I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED TO TALK ABOUT MY CATHAL INTERP

ok hi wow i'm posting something that isn't what i usually do but i want to share because. idk i'm autistic abt cathal and my personal interp could be taken as a mischaracterization(?) of the character so i want to ramble. it's a mix of projections, my interpretations of things cathal says/does, and headcanons. this is just gonna be a glorified bulletpoint list with little to no organization im so sorry. this obviously be inspired by this post cause i love it so much i'm rotating it in my mind please go check it out. this whole ramble was supposed to go into the tags of that post but i think i can organize it better in a text post. i can also share it easier. but please go read that post if u haven't :D

first things first, cathal is depressed.

ain't that a shocker? he's been depressed for a while, but it never really got to "i don't want to do anything ever" until he was hired at C.O.G.S. inc., and even then it's not really the main reason. it does make it hard for him to do things that he's asked of. he's not incapable of doing things though, unless he's like. super unmotivated or sad.

cathal is a papa's boy.

he loves his dad. ever since he was a kid, he's loved his dad. he appreciates the patience he has with him, he appreciates that his dad is willing to take hit for him not doing his work, his dad is first and foremost in his mind. his dad comes before his own wellbeing. which goes into my next point well...

seeing his dad being destroyed every day hurts cathal bad.

it is the main reason he hates working at C.O.G.S. inc.. yeah, the work sucks, it leaves him drained most of the time (which i will hit later), but the fact that he has to watch his own father basically fall to his death every day makes it all so much worse. not to mention he has a clear view of it from his office.

how does cathal cope with this stuff?

by distracting himself. and not doing his work at all. the work he has to do already drains him and what little energy his depression gives him, but i don't think seeing your dad dying every day helps with motivation. he distracts himself by watching tv and ignoring what he needs to do.

this is not to say that he is unaware of the work he has to do, he knows all the work he puts off piles up on him. but piles of work doesn't seem like the most easy thing to do... so he just keeps putting it off and putting it off, and his dad lets him get away with it by making excuses for him. it stresses him out, which makes him not want to do it more, and the cycle continues...

also believe it or not, cathal actually thinks about the future and is very stressed about it.

he knows that when his dad either retires or... can't work anymore, cathal's going to be the new department lead. and because he has literally no experience working where he is now. he's scared he's gonna get thrown into work he doesn't know how to do or doesn't want to do.

so why did cathal apply at C.O.G.S. inc. in the first place?

short answer, he wanted to make his dad proud and didn't process the gravity of applying to C.O.G.S. inc.. he didn't think it would take so much effort and energy to work a full time job. but now that he's been in it for a while, he's afraid to quit. he doesn't want to upset his dad or make the lack of work he's done worse by throwing it on others.

aaaand that's all i can think of. if i can think of anything else i'll edit this post and reblog it or smth. thank u for reading <3

#toontown corporate clash #ttcc #multislacker #cathal bravecog

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 3 months

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Hi, do you take requests for x readers? Im really wanting some natemare x reader (they/she pronouns) fluffy cuddles maybe a cute date? Protective and mildly possessive Mare has my heart lol hes so precious and i love him, maybe its a date and Mare left to get drinks or something and a creep wouldnt leave y/n alone so Mare has to step in etc? Its okay if not that and its okay if you dont write x readers too ^-^ thanks :P

Call me Lyxie or Lyx ^-^

(for anon, ill be either Lyxie/Lyx or ^-^ anon if theyre free :P)

Weeeeell, this is a tiny bit awkward, considering the role I wrote Natemare into for Goretober 2022 (sue me, I took inspiration from FNAF lore.) But I'm still happy to write for him again! I really appreciate your patience. Hope it's okay!

(I am SO, SO, SO SORRY this took such an incredibly long time to post! The Goretober stuff and my last-minute Halloween Special Story had already been keeping me busy, AND THEN CHRISTMAS SEASON CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD THAT MY HEAD IS STILL SPINNING FROM IRL CHAOS. I guess I should've expected that, because Christmas is always like that, but whatever.)

(Also, this is kind of my first time writing an x reader type story, or one specifically in a romantic sense, at least. So, sorry if this comes across a bit awkwardly 😅)

(Trigger Warnings: alcohol, eating/drinking, unwanted advances/creepy behavior, body horror, slight physical violence, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

___

You can be described as someone who’s skilled in rolling with the punches.

Now, rolling with the punches doesn’t always mean being able to understand things that really aren’t meant to be understood, but it seems you’ve got a certain knack.

If you didn’t, then how else would you have found yourself in a nice relationship with a banshee-esque spirit?

Yeah, your and Mare’s first meeting had been a little awkward, considering you’d been sabotaging a cult that was trying to hold blood rituals in his adopted brother’s name, but you two still became fast friends afterwards. (‘Matter of fact, the adopted brother in question is a pretty chill guy, too. Shockingly chill for an eldritch abomination in disguise, at least.)

Really, dating Mare has helped open up more of reality to you. Pretty much every aspect of the human world has a counterpart for no-so-human entities. (Yes, you sort of already knew about that, but thanks to Mare, you’ve been able to actually explore it for yourself.)

For example: the setting of your latest date.

Holy Water Distilling Co. was one of many establishments owned and controlled in Phantom’s domain.

By day, it was a tidy bar offering a pool table in one corner and a stage in the other.

By night, it was. . .well, the same thing. The only parts of it to change were the clientele, as well as certain items on the menu.

One particular evening, Mare just so happened to be up on the aforementioned stage, alongside a few of his musician-buddies. You, meanwhile, were seated at the counter, watching and listening as he performed.

(Not that you minded this arrangement. Mare’s affinity for music was what you initially bonded with him over, after all. You’d tagged along on his gigs before, and he’d never failed to make it a good time.)

Patiently waiting for him to wrap up his band’s last song so you two could enjoy the rest of the night together. . .

“Y’know, it’s always easy to find some nice toys in this place,” an unfamiliar voice whispers from just a few seats away. “But I never thought I’d see a worthwhile human around here.”

. . .and trying your absolute damnedest to ignore the stranger who just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

Similarly to Mare and Phantom, the stranger in question could almost pass for a human. Just not at the moment, since he’d obviously taken off whatever disguising veil he used (those were pretty popular among this crowd for many reasons).

His eyes bulged from their sockets, lacking both pupils and irises. Just two orbs a little larger than the average tennis ball, coming in a shade of dark pink that looked more toxic than fluorescent, ever-so-slightly rolling around in his head as he stared at you. The grin he aimed in your direction would’ve been creepy even without his particular mouthful of oily-looking needle-teeth.

You ground your jaw, feeling one of your hands curl into a fist on the bar counter.

The bug-eyed stranger seemed to catch onto that body language. Though you didn’t look at him, your peripheral vision still allowed you to see how his smile fell.

“What? I don’t get any gratitude for the compliment?” Mr. Bug-Eyes asked, his voice changing from smug to indignant in a heartbeat.

“If you really think that being called a toy is a compliment,” you finally murmur in a clipped tone, “then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, c’mon. I know what girls like,” Mr. Bug-Eyes retorted. “I’ll just never understand why you’re all so repressed.”

“I think you’re mistaking repression for self-respect,” you observed.

You kept your focus on the stage, on Mare and his bandmates. You knew they were on their last song for the night’s performance. The music was winding down, but it was still awesome as ever. He’d asked for your help with lyrics and fine-tuning a good few times in the past, and that had been flattering enough.

But the fact that he was having such a good time singing the stuff that you helped him decide on. . .well, you weren’t sure when you’d stop riding that high, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Fine, fine. I get it: you don’t want things to move so fast,” Mr. Bug-Eyes piped up again, nudging his bar stool a few inches closer to you. He didn’t seem to notice how you automatically nudged your own chair a few inches further away. “Can’t I just get your number, honey? It’s clear you need someone to talk to.”

“I’ve already got that covered,” you replied. “That’s how having friends works.”

“That’s big talk for someone who’s here all alone,” Mr. Bug-Eyes sneered.

You feel your knuckles turn white. “I’m not alone.”

“Well, if that’s the case, your company isn’t paying enough attention to you.”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down. Yeah, you weren’t shy about potentially clocking this guy in the chin if he tried anything, but you still didn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Mare was wrapping up his gig, so close to finally coming offstage and continuing his date with you. “I already told you: I’m. Not. Interested. If you were half the guy you think you are, you would’ve left me alone after the first time.”

Mr. Bug-Eyes gave a melodramatic sigh, and a sickeningly sweet smell permeated the air around you. It almost instantly caused the first stage of a migraine to flare along the bridge of your nose. You shook your head, blinking as your eyes grew watery way faster than necessary.

A chill raced down your spine as you registered the weight of a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

You jerked back, slapping it away. “Get away from me!”

The quick motion, combined with the smell, caused you to lose your balance. However, instead of collapsing onto the floor, you felt yourself being caught. Despite your now hazy vision, it took no time at all for you to recognize the colorful tattoos adorning your rescuer’s arms.

Relief sliced through the awful type of adrenaline that was thrumming through your head.

From there, things moved pretty fast.

The environment around you was a blur as clouds of dark violet smoke poured from Mare’s eyes, from his mouth, through his skin itself.

Mare guided one of your arms to rest along his shoulder, helping you to keep up with his pace.

Cool nighttime air rushed past the two of you; you almost didn’t notice the deep whooshing sound of a heavy glass door being swung open.

And before you knew it, you were suddenly sitting down again. The weight of Mare’s arm was still around your waist.

“Deep breaths. Take deep breaths,” Mare coached. There was a slight echo in his voice; his pitch seemed a bit all over the place. That always seemed to happen whenever he had too much energy, good or bad.

You nodded, following those instructions. You raised a hand to knead at your temple. Then, after a moment of scrubbing at your eyes, you realized that you were now in a completely different part of the downtown area. If memory served, you were now a far distance away from Holy Water Distilling Co.

“Are you okay?” Mare asked, keeping a firm yet gentle hold on your hand.

You finally looked over at him. His eyes were pitch-black, the purple tear tracks on his face now branching out like veins or tree roots. His skin had turned a deathly shade of gray; if you looked closely enough, you could almost see the shapes of his teeth and skull through the barrier.

Despite his obvious anger, concern and fear were still present in his features.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you eventually reassured him. Your head still felt a little funny, but now that you were away from the scent, your senses were much clearer. You didn’t hesitate to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture tenfold, sighing.

The minutes dragged along, but you didn’t mind.

“Whoever that idiot was, I think I’m gonna have to kill him,” Mare murmured after you pulled away. The edge in his voice had died down a bit, and his features were slowly but surely turning less ghoulish, but his eyes remained dark.

“I won’t stop you,” you hummed, having long-since grown accustomed to his more monstrous side, “but could that wait a bit? Just until tomorrow?”

Mare squinted at you, understandably incredulous.

You shrugged. “I mean, you seemed really excited about the movie. The screening’s supposed to start in about. . .” You glanced down to check the clock on your phone, “. . .twenty minutes from now, I think.”

Mare’s eyes widened as a surprised snicker escaped his lips. “Priorities, priorities.”

You tilted your head as you rose from the sidewalk bench. “Consider it your reward for rescuing the damsel in distress.”

“Well, when you put it like that. . .” Mare was quick to follow, locking arms with you as you began strolling together.

#the edgelord gets fed #writing requests #my writing #my stories #natemare #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #lyxie/lyx #tw eating/drinking #tw slight physical violence #tw body horror #tw alcohol

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cursedpinterest · 1 year

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ed tw

i'd argue that the waifspo/coquette stuff is more of a branch off of thinspo/edblr than a reincarnation, if only because it's almost the exact same posts, photos, memes, etc, just with different tags. argubly, its even an evolution of it

unfortunately, I was on edblr for a long time (2014--2020), so i sorta witnessed the gradual evolution from triggering posts in self-contained tags to triggering but #aesthetic posts that were cross tagged. at first it was relatively mild--like cross tagging 'grungy thinspo' in the main grunge tag, etc.

but weirdly with the kpop boom of the late 2010s (esp 2018 and 2019) there was a big explosion of cross tagging into kpop fandom tags, and then into anime tags, and other """delicate pastel stuff""" as well as other aesthetic tags, esp dark academia and instagram it girls

there was always an uh 'market overlap' so to speak. like a lot of people would use anime characters or k/jpop stars as thinspo, but they never crossed tagged them before. they'd tag it like #anime thinspo or whatever, but not the name of over character along with it, yknow? i know right before the pandemic there was a migration from edblr to edtwt, plus since the beginning of tumblr edblr got a lot of their thinspo from pinterest. since cross tagging is more common on those sites maybe some users assumed it'd work that way on tumblr too?

so maybe the coquette nonsense is just a congealing of all that that leaked elsewhere online. that's just a guess though

sorry if this is too long. im not even sure why im telling you all this but ig since you have to deal with it a lot of the time you deserved some context. anyway, i love your blog

first i just wanna say im sorry you went through all of this, and i genuinely hope you are doing well 🫂

& yes i think you are correct with it being an evolution more than a reincarnation, i just couldn’t really think of a way to promptly describe it in the tags at the time. i luckily escaped from proana/ed spaces before i got onto tumblr, so i didn’t know much of edblr apart from the weird shit that escaped containment, for a lack of a better word, but once i started using pinterest more often after polyvore died, as many young people (esp girls) did, i saw a kind of rise in the “aesthetic” side that was probably, looking back, just thinly-veiled thinspo.

now i feel that the shit im seeing on tumblr with the coquette girls and the whisper pinterest girls is much more blatant, like im getting flashbacks to when i trolled proana forums, back before tumblr or pinterest were popular. although, im sure that kind of brazenness always existed, i just wasn’t as aware of it as i am now, probably bc i avoided that shit as much as possible, and now i kind am more perceptive to this shit i guess.

i know that waifspo is used instead of thinspo since it isn’t censored like thinspo is, so i feel like “waif” and “coquette” are recent labels that are attached to stealth ed content. pinterest has been trying to crack down on thinspo lately, but it’s just relabeled now to post about it sneakily. it’s sad that there are so many little thinspo dog whistles floating around since most social medias have cracked down on the obvious terms. i fear for the young people just now getting on the internet and potentially being brainwashed into this shit.

and re: the kpop thinspo, i made a post about that like a month or so ago but it’s truly darksided… like i got into kpop during the pandemic like a lot of people and every so often when i would look up content about groups i liked, i would see pictures of idols with captions like “omg weight goals” with proana hashtags. the saddest thing is that a couple of these idols have opened up about being forced into extreme diets by their companies, or how they developed eds bc of the industry, and ppl are still tagging pics of them looking unhealthily thin with “body goals” like it’s just such a blatant disrespect, they aren’t fans they’re fetishizing these idols suffering.

sorry for getting into it lol… i just have a lot to say, as im sure a lot of ppl who have also lived thru this do as well. but don’t apologize for this ask i really really appreciated it!!! i honestly think there needs to be more discussion about eds, specifically re: the online communities garnered around them and how they promote people to basically self harm, so yea, thank you for the ask💞

#ed mention #ed tw #sorry if this is incomprehensible it’s late i just had a lot to say #i see people commenting body goals or weight goals on pinterest all the time it’s so horrible

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arrowntic · 2 years

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safe & sound

corazon x reader

hello, this is my piece for @onepiece-reader-exchange for @gonuclear 🤗 hope you enjoy, im sorry this is so late ;-;

fandom: one piece

relationship: corazon/reader (she/her pronouns used for reader)

tags: canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending

You hugged your knees to your chest and waited. The dungeon was cold, unbearably so and it didn’t fit the general temperatures of the country you were in at all. The guards had told you that you were much better off in the cold than outside during the heatwave Dressrosa was experiencing but you had a hard time believing that. After all, with barely a t-shirt and shorts you were constantly shivering.

The only solace were the times when the door opened and the light from the torches lighting up the corridor sneaked in but it was often short lived. It only happened whenever the toy guards entered to bring your food, but other than that you lived in total darkness between cold and hard walls.

Every once in a while he came in. The first thing you noticed about him was how much he loved to speak. He adored the sound of his own voice but it seemed like he enjoyed tormenting you even more. You didn’t know much time you spent imprisoned but it seemed to be weeks, if not months and every time he came in you lost more and more of your hope.

He spoke the most about Rosinante. He tried to tell you that he forgot about you and that he won’t be looking for you and that you should join his side now while he still has the patience to deal with you.

You never talk back to him.

You know his tricks, Rosinante has told you of them often and you were prepared but Doflamingo hated that you ignored him. When you didn’t reply he would clench his teeth hard and you could tell his patience was running thin.

Rosinante please hurry…

You thought quietly one night. You never lost your faith in him, you knew he would come for you. You just hoped it would not be too late whenever he shows up.

You were a trained marine and you were ready for any sort of situation, you felt ashamed for even ending up here in the first place but now that you did you’ll have to bear it until Rosinante showed up. You knew best how thorough marine procedures were and Rosinante had to get the green light from the higher ups before coming to save you. Last thing you wanted was to become a burden like this but now that it happened you had no choice but to wait and fix everything when the right moment came.

~~~

Rosinante sat on the ship railing. He was way too tall to actually perch on it though, and it was more like an awkward lean. However, it was the furthest thing from his mind as his fingers fiddled idly with a cigarette. For once, the nicotine was not enough to calm his nerves and he felt more guilty than he'd like to admit about how much he has been smoking in the past couple weeks.

He tried his best to quit, he really did but in a time like this it felt impossible.

"You're going to fall into the sea."

A gruff voice spoke from behind him and Rosinante only gave a nod of acknowledgement.

"As if it's the first time…"

Rosinante's voice lacked the usual humour in it and Law seemed to catch on.

He sighed and walked up to him. The pirate leaned his weapon on the railing next to Rosinante and crossed his arms over his chest.

"She's okay, you know?"

Without replying immediately, Rosinante pursed his lips and looked to the side.

"I know he didn't do anything to put her life in danger, he wouldn't have leverage over me if he did, but that doesn't mean she's okay." He paused. "You know how cruel he can be."

Rosinante sensed Law tensing up behind him. For a moment it was quiet as if the pirate was thinking deeply about the correct thing to say.

Fighting off a smile, Rosinante shook his head fondly. He knew Law had a hard time with stuff like this and he appreciated how much he tried to cheer him up.

"We can go over the plan again if you'd like."

Rosinante let out a soundless laugh, already feeling better now that his problem child was by his side. "Going over the plan" was something that would make Law feel better and not him but he appreciated it nonetheless.

"Sure, let's go over the plan."

It was a pretty complex plan and Rosinante was proud of Law for figuring everything out down to the last detail. He was even more grateful for being able to be a part of it.

It was not exactly marine protocol (when Akainu is going to find out, Rosinante will get his head melted off) but its so minutious and well thought out that Akainu will have to overlook the insubordination once Doflamingo is behind bars.

Although Rosinante still has to figure out how to explain allying himself with not one but two pirates belonging to the Worst Generation.

He will cross that bridge when he gets to it but now the important part was getting (Y/N) out.

Doflamingo is still not supposed to know he would show up so he's been laying low for a while but if everything goes well Rosinante would save (Y/N) by this time tomorrow.

His part of the plan was simple. Once Law fulfilled the exchange, he would find (Y/N) and break her out. The Straw Hats will finish up the rest while Rosinante calls for back-up. If everything went well, Doflamingo will be in marine custody by sundown.

Of course, a plan going well was a rare occurrence and he didn't expect for things to not go wrong, but as long as (Y/N) would safely return in his arms where she belonged he would call the mission a success.

With a racing mind he gestured Law towards the men's cabin on the Thousand Sunny. They both needed sleep if they wanted to pull it off. As unachievable a goal as that might be.

~~~

You heard the ruckus outside, but you weren’t sure what it meant. On one hand your gut feeling told you it was Rosinante who had come for you but everyone outside your cell whispered about Straw Hat Luffy who decided to take on Doflamingo in order to challenge Kaido.

You didn't understand why these youngsters wanted glory that badly but it may definitely turn out in your favour if you could find the right moment to break out.

Despite your sore limbs from unuse, you stood and made your way towards the small window in the corner of your cell. It was way too high up to easily reach but you have steadily prepared for this moment by dutifully learning every single day the right spots to clutch onto in order to climb up to the window.

The wall was definitely made so it couldn't be climbed but after trying again and again for weeks, you managed to do it. However, because of the steepness you could only linger for a few moments before you inevitably fell.

When you reached the top, you had to squint until your eyes got used to the light but even then you could not see much. You hoped you could hear some useful information.

Just as a group of Doflamingo's henchmen passed by you heard the leader's voice.

"Hurry up! Trafalgar Law is fighting the young master, we need to back him up."

"Right!"

Trafalgar Law… If he was here then Rosinante had to be as well. You knew all about their father-son relationship even if Rosinante kept it as a closely guarded secret. You knew how much they cared for each other. It would make sense for them to come fight their common enemy together.

You breathed a sigh of relief and jumped down from the window. As long as Rosinante was in this country you would have hope. You could stay in the cell for weeks again if it meant you would see him at the end.

~~~

Rosinante's lungs were burning from running and it was one of the only times he regretted his cigarettes. Law was right, as he usually tended to be, but Rosinante wouldn't listen to him and now he had to pay the price.

Nevertheless, he ignored the pain and pushed through. He was so close, just a few more turns in the twisted corridors and he would make it.

"Where is she… Come on…"

He kept running until he found himself at a crossroads. The underground tunnels were cold and dimly lit and making his way through them was a very difficult task. He should have grabbed a random guard for help but in his hurry, he forgot.

He cursed his scattered brain before a soft whistle made him stop in his tracks. It was a leisure tune and Rosinante pressed himself up against the wall to wait and see if the responsible person was going to show up.

Soon enough, a man dressed in Doflamingo's uniform stepped out from one of the tunnels as if it was a walk in the park rather than the dungeon where his master's prisoners were being kept.

Without hesitation, Rosinante lunged at him, grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.

"Where is (Y/N)?"

The man looked startled and he raised his arms in surrender.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

Rosinante slammed him against the wall.

"Don't play dumb with me. The marine that is imprisoned here. You know exactly who I'm talking about."

His voice had a threatening edge to it but the soldier wasn't moved. He just grinned.

Tightening his hold on him, Rosinante spoke. "Listen, I'm sure you know who I am. I bet you know I'm a marine as well and I bet you know your master's reign will end today. While your brothers are going to be arrested, I'm going to offer you a pardon. How does that sound?"

The man's expression changed and he looked as if he was contemplating the situation. In the end, he nodded and Rosinante let go of him.

"Fine. You better not tell anyone about this." He paused as if he was awaiting Rosinante's response and he nodded. "Go right here, then right again and at the second turn go left. It's the first door."

Without missing a beat, Rosinante grabbed the man's head and hit it against the wall. The soldier fell to the ground, unconscious. Rosinante rummaged through his clothes until he found the keys to the cells.

"I give you my thanks."

He had no intention of following through with his promise. Rosinante may not be as wicked as his brother but he had no problem being cunning when the situation called for it.

He began running again, only one thought on his mind. He was finally going to see her again.

In no time he reached the door and he saw the number 78 written in big letters. He tried to find the corresponding key but his hands were shaking so hard it was difficult. Eventually, after way too long he found it and fitted it in the lock.

"Rosi, is that you?"

A familiar voice spoke from behind the door and for the first time in weeks his heart settled and he felt relief wash all over him. She was alive. That's all that matters.

She was waiting for him. She knew he would come for her and he let her wait this long… No. Now is not the time.

Rosinante shook away the unwanted thoughts and finally managed to turn the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

On the other side stood (Y/N), teary eyed and looking so painfully tired. Rosinante clenched his teeth in anger at the sight but all of it melted away the moment she jumped into his arms.

"You're here…"

"I'm here now."

She sobbed into his shoulder and somehow he knew this was the first time she cried since she got here. All the weeks of fear and solitude built up and for the first time in so long she felt relief. The same as him.

"I'm sorry for taking so long," Rosinante whispered as he tightened his hold on her.

"You're here now," was the last thing she said before her eyes closed and she fell limp against him.

Rosinante sighed and patted her head softly, before getting to his feet and making his way out while carrying her in his arms.

~~~

When you woke up, it was silent. Way more silent than you were used to anyway.

There were no footsteps of the guards walking outside, and no hustle and bustle of the streets above and no constant dripping of the ceiling that almost drove you insane.

The only thing you could hear was the breathing and soft snoring of several people in the room with you. It almost reminded you of bootcamp and it was comforting if not for the…

If not for the loud snores right next to your ear. You gasped and jumped into a sitting position. You were so drowsy you didn't realise that you had no idea where you were.

You look to your left to see Straw Hat Luffy covered in bandages and sleeping in the same bed as you without a care in the world.

You looked around the room to see about half of the other Straw Hat Pirates, all sleeping and Trafalgar Law.

"Shh…"

Your gaze fell to the table where Rosinante was sitting with a smile and a finger above his lips. You relaxed considerably and let out a breath of relief.

"Come with me," he said and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

He stood up from the chair and motioned for you to follow. You carefully got up from the bed, trying not to wake the dangerous pirates around you and exited through the door.

You inhaled sharply at the sight in front of you. Stretching for what seemed to be like miles were thousands of sunflowers and somewhere in the distance the country of Dressrosa lay in ruin.

The morning sun was warm on your skin and the breeze was calming. You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation. It was something you took for granted before you were imprisoned, but never again.

A warm arm wrapped around you and you opened your eyes to see Rosinante smiling at you.

You leaned into him and the two of you began walking between sunflowers.

"Thank you…" you whispered low enough for the wind to carry it away.

"No need to thank me." His voice was deep but so familiar it almost made you tear up again. "I'm here for you."

He stopped and turned towards you. "I'm sorry for not coming sooner."

You shook your head. You remembered him saying the same thing before you passed out and you decided to give the same response.

"You're here now." You smiled at him and it took you a second but you soon realised it was your first genuine smile in weeks. "That's all that matters."

Rosinante nodded. "I won't ever leave your side again."

"You better not." You laughed softly before an idea occurred to you. "Why don't we go on a vacation together? We've known each other since our training days but we never went on a holiday, did we? I say we deserve it."

"Hmm," he put a finger to his chin as if he was thinking deeply about it. "That's a great idea!"

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You began leading him through the sunflower field and he happily followed.

What was even more comforting about the situation was knowing that no matter what came between you two, in the end you and Rosinante would find each other again and you would be together like nothing changed.

In that moment, with the sun on your skin and the breeze blowing softly around you, for the first time in a long, long time you finally felt safe and sound with Rosinante by your side.

thank you for reading!!! i hope u enjoyed it and again, im sorry this was so late.

#one piece #corazon x reader #fic exchange #donquixote rosinante #one piece x reader

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hawkinsp0st · 2 years

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Hey bestie (can I call you that?) have you ever been through the anti-byler tag, not the like mikhail posts or anything, but actual anti-byler stuff? what did you think? it made me rather sad :( like i get we can be really opinionated but that doesn't make us delusional or obsessed

you guys are all my besties so yes ofc <3

first of all, im so sorry to hear it made you sad! be sure to look after yourself <3 watch something happy, spend time w friends/fam/pets, read some fluff, hang out in the byler tag and post some memes with us :-)

yes omg…….i went in it once like a month ago……..honestly, the arguments lacked compassion and were also weak af just narratively, the vibes were really annoying and bad so i forgot most of what i saw LOL !!

the main thing i saw was that 1. bylers are misogynistic towards el, 2. bylers are making something out of nothing essentially, and 3. that it’s unhealthy for will to be so attached to mike and he needs to move on.

i laughed so hard at these arguments when i saw them bc i’m a walking contradiction of all 3:

1. i didn’t give af about byler till s4v2, because literally all i cared about was el and nancy and max and joyce……i adore the female characters on this show w my entire soul……….so bylers being misogynistic? my lie detector test determined that was a lie !

2. i didn’t even know byler was a ship that existed till s4, and the only reason i noticed it was bc while watching s4, mike and will had several romantic moments LOL……the duffers byler’d me! i wasn’t searching for an mlm ship and grasping at straws just to make that happen, which is what a lot of antis seem to think we’re doing (aaand the tone with which they express that is often homophobic/condescending).

3. before i was a critical thinker i kinda agreed with this i guess?………but then i rewatched s1&2, and watched the van scene & milk monologue. so basically, i’m convinced antis just do not watch the show. mike’s love for will is already life affirming as it stands, even pre requited feelings—“you make (me) feel like i’m better for being different.” aka mike literally makes will feel okay about being different and being gay when no one else in the show has made him feel that way outside of joyce & jonathan. that’s amazing, and i’d argue that mike has an overwhelmingly positive effect on will 24/7 (except during their fights). he defends him against homophobic bullies in s1 even when he’s not around. he never leaves his side in s2. even in s3, once he learns the mindflayer is back, he drops everything and becomes the Party leader again all bc he trusted what will told him. and in s4, we find out that he makes will feel good about being different. please lmk what’s unhealthy about that.

sorry this is so long, but in conclusion: you’re correct, we are not delusional or obsessed. we are just enjoyers, and smart watchers, of media :-) much love my dear !!!!! <3

#byler #narrative tag #<- look thru that tag if u need encouragement btw #byler positivity #<- also just started this one

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bye-bye-firefly · 11 months

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I’ve heard of Colleen Hoover books. I like listening to book reviews on youtube while doing other stuff (I’ll listen to reviews for books I haven’t read along with books I have read, sometimes I’ll find something that sounds good enough that I’d want to read it and then I’ll add it to my list. Though, most of the time the reviews are just entertaining) and I’ve heard reviews for Colleen Hoover books soooooo often. They’ve all sounded like such fever dreams. Like very huh?????? Vibes. Haven’t actually read any of them though.

Books are indeed very expensive. I’m very happy things like libraries and second hand bookstores exist. They are a wonderful magic. I would like to bake them all a cake and give them a cup of hot cocoa

I haven’t heard of Jungi Ito before or Meg Mason or Mark Danielewski. I shall google them after I’m done writing this! I have heard of Steven King, which probably isn’t surprising considering how popular some of his stuff is. In like 4th or 5th grade it was like I could not walk into a room at school without seeing It on someone’s desk. That book was everywhere.

Do you have a favorite genre to look for stuff in or a favorite method of finding books? Also, thoughts on flowery writing?

NEVER HEARD OF JUNJI ITO........You will learn

my favourite genre of all time ever since i was like really little has been horror. like when i was little i would read goosebumps and then when my dad heard that i could actually read well above my grade, she was like Oh fuck yes I am indoctrinating you so now i have read a lot of stephen king and i read stephen king books when she tells me to. there are things that i dont like about stephen king but for the most part? a lot of his books are worth reading. but yeah i always look in horror sometimes i pick up slice of life shit but only if its batshit okay like if i engage with ANYTHING slice of life it has to be the most batshit flavour and that means i am going to go for nichijous of the world OR drama. if its dramatic i always consider it. i dont like things to be boring or dragging on for too long it has to be a wild ride.

other than genres, finding books themselves...i mostly wander around bookstores or libraries and pick up whatever interests me OR i wait for someone online to talk about some obscure book and then i go Oh that sounds sick as fuck and then i go and read it and sometimes i like it sometimes i dont. i REFUSE to go to tiktok for books. i dont really use tiktok or like tiktok but those girlies are going fucking crazy over there for REAL!!! theyre the girlies who are making book tropes a thing that you can use in advertising and i hate it ive never seen so many new books lack a description in my whole fucking life THIS IS NOT A SUMMARY I DONT KNOW WHAT IM MEANT TO DERIVE FROM THIS LIST OF WORDS!!! like the whole point of tags on ao3 is yes to search but also to warn others of what is INSIDE the book and if you dont have a good summary or an interesting summary no one is going to read that fucking fic. like. look at nameless right. my summary is GREAT on there. THATS THE STORY. people who READ the fic know like THAT is the story. AND you get a taste of my writing. now, another fic i wrote, o green world. THAT'S NOTHING. THAT'S NOT A SUMMARY. i was OBSESSED with one to two-sentence summaries back when i was first starting out and it SHOWS you do not get SHIT from my summaries. no WONDER that hit count is so low god damn

and flowery writing..........i. i dont really like it that much. but most of the time it doesnt bother me until it gets to a point where im like this is a BREAKFAST TABLE. okay. i take flowery writing as a hint that i should be paying attention to everything the position of everything the colours i should be deriving some kind of meaning and i WILL take note of it because i am the kind of motherfucker that i will take notes on a book either in a journal or in the margins (BOOOOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO im so sorry i only do it with books i own) but like a lot of the books ive read where theres flowery writing used for specific scenes or in bursts like theres no REASON for them to be flowery in that moment theyre just BEING FLOWERY and i suppose theyre trying to make it more impactful but if you want an impactful moment i personally always stick with making impactful moments feel kind of FAST. like we dont dwell on it too long we have to keep moving i dont want to prove that it is impactful by being like And with a caress like a flower petal on the wind, Kokichi placed his warm hand against Shuichi's cold skin, breaking the frost and turning ice to water, water to vapour WE DONT NEED ALL THAT so sometimes yes it does annoy me but its like . there are times for it. you know? and a lot of old books use flowery language because that is the time that is the style there is probably a purpose for it. dorian gray has a lot of flowery language in it and it serves a PURPOSE. dorian gray is just a giant gay horror book like there is NO heterosexual explanation for the things that are said in that book for the things that are done like. the flowery language plays a huge part in a lot of it because a lot of the time oscar wilde is using it to put emphasis on something in a scene or describing a POWERFUL emotion. there are places for it but i have read a lot of books (AND fics) where its just. unnecessary. use your tools properly forever

#fae's asks #and like i could talk all day about writing and my writing tips and what i do but like #this is already so long and that is not what you are asking about and to be so real i could just make my own post #and i could probably do like. a voice recording of me ranting. and i HAVE. i have

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demcnsinmymind · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

○ name: Veri (short for veritaaas) is the nickname I usually roll with :)

○ pronouns: she/her.

○ preference of communication: tumblr ims tbh. I do have a disco but we also use disco for work so it generally stresses me out to see it blink/make noises

○ name of muse(s): Lance, Azathoth, Kiara (@thatevester)

○ experience/how long (months/years?): writing in German in general since late elementary school, English fanfic writing since 2012, RPing since 2018

○ platforms you’ve used: livejournal (lol), tumblr, disco

○ best experience: coming back after a 4 year break last year and still having some loyal mutuals left (once again shout out to awesome peops like @greatwrath and @orphanedshadow), while at the same time making a lot of new friends and dearly beloved mutuals. I just LOVE writing with you guys!

○ rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: It just upsets me so much when people start following first, only to then never bother interacting in any way whatsover. be that sending in a meme from my meme tag that is always there to choose from and easily accessible, or replying to opens or liking the permanent starter call. Like, all that stuff is in my pinned post and super easy to find and access both on a pc or on mobile. It literally takes like two clicks and a copy paste and here we go, we’re rolling. And especially if you’re too shy to start up an IM conversation/plotting first - it’s so easy to get something started by just sending something in without comment. I’ll be more than happy to reply and wing it and start developing something from there. But to have people follow you who can’t be bothered to get anything started for weeks, if not months and always having to be the one to start things first only to see your efforts to reach out be ignored as well, is seriously discouraging. If you don’t have time to actually interact or aren’t interested after all, don’t get my hopes up and don’t start following me first. It is as simple as that. I get excited every time I gain a new follower because I assume they’re interested and I’m super looking forward to getting something started with their character soon. But if I’m just there to boost a number, well, no thanks. I’ll softblock sooner or later. And if you’re too shy to start something first, my posts and IMs are always open to give me a heads up. Then I’ll be more than happy to write you something first. But then again, that’s what the starter call is already for, that takes just one click on a heart and that’s it, so I seriously don’t get a complete lack of interaction. It’s not really about who starts something first, it’s more about a complete lack of effort/communication/interest on one side. Sorry for the rant haha.

○ fluff, angst, or smut: angst > smut > fluff. Though I admit my blog could use a little more fluff and comedy every now and then

○ plots or memes: truth be told, I’m super into winging stuff. I write based on emotions and how I feel and think in a moment, I’m not much one to plan far ahead and just keep talking about writing for a while instead of just doing it. I simply get to excited to just start writing right away :D HOWEVER, if people require some plotting first, I’ll be more than happy to do so. My goal is to build fun character relationships and developments over time too. I just get there differently most of the time.

○ long or short replies: looks at the blog. Laughs. I can’t do short replies for the life of me, though once again, I’ll be more than happy to try much harder and keep it short if my partner asks for it. Personally, I just have much more fun exploring thoughts and emotions, so my replies tend to get heavy on the descriptive and heavy inner monologue but sparse on the written dialogue.

○ best time to write: night owl through and through. Sometimes I get started around 8pmish (GMT+1), most of the time I won’t get started before midnight. My most creative and active phase is between 2-4am though tbh.

○ are you like your muse(s): I think I actually am in a lot of ways. I think I’m a bit friendlier/kinder and more polite and empathic, but other than that, I can be a pretty selfish, workaholic bitch as well if I want to be. Also we’re both filmmaking nerds who dig the paranormal, so...🤷

tagged by : @ebonyforged <3 tagging: @innerwar @adeathsentence @thesoulofasurvivor @therebekahmikaelson @bitchheroine and whoever else wants to do the thang

#text post #memes #dash lists #about the mun #give us a sign : memes

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marshmellowtea · 2 years

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hey, sorry, i did read ur bio but im..... unclear what u mean specifically by "anti anti" and "pro ship/pro fiction"? sorry, the terms get thrown around a lot and its made me unclear what ppl mean when they use them since its used in such drastically different contexts. sorry to bother

it's alright, you're not bothering me. i was honestly kind of expecting an ask like this after making that post. i hope, anon, before you respond (if you respond) you hear me out for the whole post.

i'm gonna put this under a cut since i rambled, sorry. warning for some discussion of abuse

first off, i wanna say that while writing this response feels very weird and kind of nerve-wracking, this isn't information i've been trying to hide. i, perhaps foolishly, tend to assume that people who follow me have at least read my bio, even if they choose not to read my about page, and it's becoming increasingly obvious that this is just......not the case? and it's becoming a bit frustrating to inevitably receive backlash from people following me about views i've been open about having from the get-go, hence the vent post. sorry about that, though, there's better ways of handling that frustration, i know.

secondly, i'm pro ship as in......pro ship. all ships, no matter how tasteless, controversial, or disgusting i or anyone else might find them. i'm pro fiction in the same sense, but just in regards to fiction as a whole, both in and out of fandom. while i never fully identified as an anti, i definitely used to have views closer to that mindset, and i can confidently say that they have caused me a lot of harm in the long run. also, while i fully take accountability for the things i've said during those years, i also feel like in some sense i was enabled to be cruel to others while i was a part of that group. never full on hate campaigns, sure, but i've definitely said some nasty stuff to people, and i regret ever doing it, and i especially feel regret for ever feeling justified in doing it. it also bothers me that there were other anti-minded people in my circles who encouraged me, even, and assured me i was doing the right thing when i fucking wasn't.

while i don't think i can explain all of my reasons for my beliefs in this post alone—that would make this thing way longer than it already is—i want to mention that i don't disagree with the notion that fiction can have an affect on our reality, i just think it's more nuanced than a one-to-one correlation of "reading about [thing]=think [thing] is now good", and i also think since fandom is, well, fandom, people tend to overexaggerate its influence on people. if you've ever read a fic or watched a tv show and thought that they handled a certain subject poorly, or recognized that a certain trope they used was bigoted, or anything of that sort, then, well, congrats! you know exactly what i mean. fiction can certainly influence people's views, but i think it's more of a lack of education (sex education, education on the lived experiences of minorities, etc) that's the problem, rather than the fiction on its own.

i also HEAVILY dislike this notion that fiction causes or enables people to abuse—in the case of the former, that's taking responsibility from the abuser because it implies that fiction "made" them do it when it was really their choice to be cruel, and in the case of the latter, i really think it's the aforementioned lack of education and the lack of systems we have in place to support victims/challenge authority that's more of an issue. sure, fiction can absolutely be used to groom people for abuse, but so can candy, or sports, or money, or one on one time, a whole bunch of things are all potential tools and unfortunately, we can't ban everything that could potentially be used to harm someone. and besides, that's overlooking that properly tagged fic (i'm. very pro content warnings in addition to being anti censorship just to be clear) can actually help people realize they're being abused when they see their situations being reflected on the page in front of them that's clearly labeled as abuse.

those aren't my only reasons of course, but this is getting long already, so thank you for sticking with me if you've gotten to the end. if you're uncomfortable with me because of this, i understand, i just ask that you either quietly unfollow or block me, because i'm not afraid to report people for harassment. if you have any good-faith follow up questions, i'm free to answer those as well, i really don't mind.

#i feel like i always take on a different tone when writing about stuff like this #or at least when i need to be more serious #it's like. professional marshy. i guess. academic marshy #why i left the anti cult and decided to just enjoy things: a memoir #<- that's my tag for this sort of thing if you're curious #marshy gets asks #anonymous #also anon if you're the person i think you are then.....idk. i'm sorry. i hope you don't feel like i was trying to deceive you or anything #like i said i generally assume people read my bio and are okay with it #or at least understand what i mean #it's kinda nerve wracking to be open about this sort of thing because of the amount of harassment that goes on but i don't like hiding it #maybe i should be more clear though idk. shrug emoji

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kyaruun · 1 year

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RAAAWR HUG! HUG! qiapyon loves being hugged :3 and squished (is a slime so squish!) hehe you are so nice and soft :>> not at all intimidating

YOU FELT LIKE A BIG BLOG just so very top tier writing. great graphic. whole package deal. there's only two possibilities that happen to follower count when you go ia:

it goes up, because people are finding you

it goes down, because people are not finding you and your followers think you are dead

THE RETURN OF NYA im so excited rawrrrrr tag me in everything

afadsfhsd me big blog... i guess i'm a big blog. i dont know why 1.1k people are still here for my shitposts

ajdslfsdf its only a few,,, a lot of my blogs are ia..... unfortunately.... and i mostly have focused on nazukisser though i literally cant stop writing for enstars its in my soul... i always strive for weekly for every fandom but darn thats really hard with the amount of shit i have going on

WAAAAAAAA i hope YOUR works get the true recognition it deserves (one day you'll write a leo fic that will become known as that leo fic (in a pos sense))

professional.... ate lis told me that i looked professional on my blogs,,, i just try. lots of trial and error and i always try to look fresh. have gone through so many phases its insane. one time i tried replicating an actual site design on tumblr while combining it w my style and it was so hard. stares at my (long gone) tori fs2 theme

RIGHT like the readers were nice, all of the people were so nice... now its too big like who is everyone... but also its kinda dead too like damn... 2023 is not anybody's year... i wish we could return to all being silly....

help me omg big blog. i mean being a writing blog the writing might as well get a pass but the graphics suck and i'm the first one to acknowledge that. i simply don't know what to do with them >< the one and only graphic i'm still head over heels for and is the reason i still haven't remade my theme is the cute cat soren did for me a looong time ago and is my current banner. it's. so. round. so cute. silly but sosososo adorable

i mean my followers have probably accepted i'm a sporadic writer and i don't really have a schedule. it hurts when you try to put out your stuff but it doesn't get attention but aaa this is the internet. there's no point in overthinking that. my one and only concern is that anons that rq something i answer a few months later manage to read their rq :(

JESUS CHRIST QIAN YOU HAVE 1.1K FOLLOWERS?!?!? big big biggest writer indeed. i just checked mine and it's 744 followers which is an insane number for someone who posts so little!! what you said about the leo fic... i can only hope. i personally think i suck at writing leo a lot. and rei. and natsume. my izumi is pretty much a mess too. see? if i love them i can't write them right. but uuuu i'd love to write a series. i've never tried that. i also considered something like a social media au bc that's usually really cute too. i don't think any of my works will ever reach that level of importance buuuuut. i'd love that

i've been working a bit on some sort of new theme for my super due revamp but i hate editing sooo much. whatever you say your themes always look super nice and cohesive <3 they're really nice to look at ;;

the fandom being big and dead (from a writing pov) is just as you said ;; i occasionally go into the tags to look for cute fanart but i don't see any writing and it's very sad. sorry to whoever might be offended by this but x readers actually carried the fandom before engstars. but we all either grew frustrated with the lack of interaction or found new interests

i simply miss that sense of community TT the nuri era... nuri feeding the entire fandom one post a day. bee coming up with the absolute prettiest things (like hello THEIR PROMPTS. i still haven't recovered from those). swanee dropping these insanely talented bombs and leaving us knocking on their askbox like "pls comeback when". soren's blog (which i actually visit from time to time bc there's a handful of fics that carry half of my mental sanity rn). runa ;;;;

see? i miss a lot of people ꒰⁎′̥̥̥ ⌑ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ on those are only the ones that came first into mind because there are even more moots i miss... that comfy feeling of being able to jump into everyone's askbox and be silly... nostalgia hitting hard ;;; makes me think i should try to join a server(s) to try and interact with people again, even if it's just some talking from time to time

#phew that was a bit of typing #as usual i can't shut up

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carpisuns · 3 years

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anatomy tips for anon

(someone asked me for this but tumblr ate the ask lol so I’ll just answer it here)

hi anon, I actually really struggle with anatomy so i was kinda surprised to get this ask hdjsksjs but i hope my answer is at least somewhat helpful!

first of all, there are a million methods for drawing a full body. some people like sketching out a skeleton first and building on top of it, some people start with a super loose/flowy general shape of the pose, some people use ovals or 3D boxes or cylinders—i'd recommend looking at various tutorials and trying them out to see what works for you!

unfortunately none of those methods worked very well for me,, i found them kinda cumbersome and counterintuitive so I usually end up just like. going for it lol. I don’t really have a System cause my method is honestly just “try your best, hold back the tears, fix it until it looks as passable as you can get it” DHJSKS but idk maybe it will help you to see my "process" lol

(ok i've never done a speed drawing thing before so i'm about to Expose Myself but im doing this for you anon haha)

(putting the rest under a cut bc it's long, sorry lol)

as u can see, it's a lot of trial and error for me. you may have noticed how i redrew every single thing like 50 times, how i initially made her arm ridiculously long and had to shorten it, how i general just Abused the lasso and warp tools....the list goes on haha. the point is, i make a lot of mistakes and my final products are still very flawed, but that's okay because i know i'm getting better the more i practice! if you scroll back through my art tag you will see some anatomical horrors that would make picasso cry, but at the time i was really proud of them LKJDFSKJLF

ok let me break it down a bit

i usually start with the head, neck, and like a vague indication of the shoulders lol. then i add these slightly angled lines to build the torso from and leave a little gap so i can come back for the arms

then I add the legs!

i used to be so allergic to legs lol but i've been drawing them more lately and i decided i actually kind of love them?? who'd have thought. (but not feet. dni)

here are some basic examples of how i draw legs. keep in mind that i am still learning and these are not like the best examples ever! i don't tend to put a lot of detail in my anatomy and mainly stick to very simple lines and curves, partially because i prefer a simpler style and partially bc i currently lack the skill to be fancier about it lol

i usually start with basically two lines slanted slightly inward for the upper leg and then for the lower leg i do a straighter line and a line with a bump for the calf. pay attention to what direction the knee is facing because that will determine where your bumps go

once i've got the legs, i have the basis of the pose in place, so i add the arms

shoulders are a weird struggle for me lol but i usually add like a little circle or triangle to indicate the joint so i can attach the arms. and then i build the arms kinda similar to how i do the legs—like with two slanted lines and then the bump for the lower arm

once I’ve got the whole body down, there is usually a fair amount of adjustment haha. I gotta ask, does the pose actually work? like, where is the character putting their weight, and does the pose make sense that way? are the legs and arms and torso the proper length and width? and then at some point after a lot of fiddling i give up and voila, done :)

as far as proportions goes, my advice is to pay attention but not sweat too much about it. I used to try to like Vitruvian Man it lol and count how many heads tall the character was and try to be super precise about the proportions according to one of those proportion chart things. and ofc that stuff helpful and important to know! but in the end, worrying that much about it was a hindrance for me and I ended up with really stiff and unnatural-looking poses. so I mostly just follow a couple rules of thumb:

1. The elbow should hit around the waist/mid-torso

2. The arm, fully extended, usually hits the upper thigh. like, wrist at crotch level I guess?

3. The length of the legs is like roughly equalish to the length of the the whole upper body (head to bottom of hips)

these are just basics and not very Scientific haha but that’s vaguely what I go for. also remember that proportions can be pretty stylistic too! for example, a real human body is normally like 8 heads tall, but I probably do like 6ish heads normally. that’s pretty common for more cartoony styles, and the bigger heads also make the character look younger bc kid proportions are different than adult proportions. just kinda play around with it and go with what feels natural and good for the character you’re drawing

if you feel like your pose is stiff and weird rather than natural/dynamic, it often helps to make sure the shoulders and hips are tilted slightly at opposite angles. that's a tip i picked up from this tumblr tutorial a long time ago and i always come back to it, haha

ok that's about all i have for specifics but i have just 2 general tips to end with:

1. Use!!! References!!! seriously. i use references every time i draw. i look at photos of real people and screenshots from the show and i even sometimes take pictures of myself for reference. often i'm using multiple references for one drawing, like piecing together elements of various refs to create the pose i want, but sometimes i work from a single reference. i also study my favorite artists' work pretty frequently to see how they do things. getting familiar with what good art and real life looks like will help you get better at mimicking it and noticing when things are off.

2. Be patient with yourself. You’re gonna mess up a lot. Sometimes you may even post something and realize months later that you made chat noir’s upper arm literally twice as long as it should be :/

but fear not! you don’t have to live forever in the shadow of Long Arm Chat! lol. you will get better just by trying, I promise.

Part of the process of making art you like is making a lot of art that you don't like, or art that you like at first but hate later. Your skills and your eye are developing simultaneously, and sometimes your eye passes up your skills, so that you're better at noticing your mistakes even if you struggle to fix them. that's okay! that gap can be really frustrating and discouraging, but it's still a sign of growth and your skill will catch up. just keep studying, keep drawing, and keep having fun! it gets better, seriously. when i first started drawing like two years ago, i thought i'd never be able to do a passable full-body pose. it was SO hard. and it's still hard for me! but i can do it much better now than i could then, and when i get bummed out about my limitations, it helps me to remember that even though i still have a long way to go to get where i want to be, i've also come a long way. and you will too! if your current self could see what your future self can do, you'd be so impressed 😌

P.S. just to reiterate, I am Not an expert At All and these are just some methods/tips that are working pretty well for me right now. i hope they help you out too, but my methods may not be the best fit for you, and if that's the case, don't sweat. try out a lot of stuff and see what clicks and makes sense. art is a learning process and it's so individual so i encourage you to experiment!

Good luck, and have fun!

#anon #ask #art tips #tutorials #drawing ref #ref #man i need to be more consistent about these tags lol #mine

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9tzuyu · 3 years

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four months.

note: hiiiii! just trying to get into the groove again. i dont know what this is. the original prompt is below, however it did not turn out that way?¿ its kind of a mess, but fluffy i suppose. i hope you enjoy :>.

using my own experience so don’t think i hate poor people because i am those people </3

(also chapter 4 of children of tragedy will be out soon, i promise. ive just had awful writers block.)

+ thank you moli for proofreading so i dont have to. i love you.

warnings: none?

prompt: * reader used to be poor and stuff and w/n is like “you know you don’t have to get the cheapest things” and R covers it up and says “oh this is the brand i like, but w/n discovers hidden receipts and asks why they have a bunch of useless receipt and R is like “i was just tracking how much we spend....”

🏷 @natasha-danvers @midnight-lestrange @whatiziz @kermy48 @mycosmicparadise @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (lmk if you want off the tag list because ik i dont post as regularly as other writers, so im just going with people who have told me they want to be on my tag list in the past)

and lastly, for my baby @nermalina. its not really your genre per se [ i have a smut fic that i’ll dt you on ;)] however, accept this as a form of love.

it wasn’t so much that you were homeless and out on the streets, but you weren’t necessarily well off either. working as a waitress only got you far enough to pay your monthly rent and gas. somehow you managed to squeeze in a list of groceries.

every penny counted, you didn’t have room for mishaps or sick days. thats why you kept your budget small and a stash full of receipts on the kitchen bar.

natasha didn’t know about any of this though. you were sure she’d have you by the neck if she found out how long you’d been keeping your secret.

the redhead was generous, and no matter how many times you offered to pay for something she would never even dream of letting you. natasha insisted on it, and you were powerless to stop her.

it wasn’t until you tagged along with her on a trip to the grocery store when things began to unravel. she only needed a few things, nothing important.

but nat was quick to pick up on the fact that you continuously flipped every little thing you picked up to look at the price tag.

“here, it’s the cheapest one i could find.” you said, smiling as you handed her a cardboard box of pasta. natasha hummed, “you know you don’t have to get me the cheapest thing on the shelf.”

you bit your lip, eyes suddenly looking back at the shelf of different pasta boxes. “i know... it’s just- it’s my favorite brand.” natasha automatically knew you were lying by the way you began chewing on the inside of your lip.

she narrowed her eyes. “no it’s not.”

“huh?”

“you got this brand because it was the cheapest. you know i can afford more, which leads me to believe you do this out of habit.”

you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. “no, i just really like that brand.”

the sudden realization that she had never been to your place struck her.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“why don’t we go back to your apartment after this? we can just relax, watch a movie, do whatever you want.”

a mix of guilt and shame flooded your body. but damned if you didn’t still give it a try.

“my apartment’s a mess right now, you don’t want to see that.” you tried, offering a small, dry laugh in hopes of getting her off your back.

“you’re a terrible liar.”

“i’m not-”

“i picked you up from the park today, just like every other day. i’ve not once picked you up from your own apartment, so what are you hiding?”

when you didn’t give an answer, she tossed the cheapest box of pasta in her cart and walked away. you groaned as you watched natasha leave before catching up to her.

“okay, okay, we can go back to my apartment. just don’t judge me, alright?”

she smiled softly, “it wouldn’t even cross my mind.”

soon enough you began helping your girlfriend load her car with bags full of miscellaneous items. nothing needed to be refrigerated, so if natasha wanted to, she could stay at your apartment all day.

your leg bounced in the car as you gave her directions. but soon enough, after what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, natasha pulled into a parking space right outside your door.

you silently cursed yourself for not renting a spot upstairs. at least then it would’ve prolonged the situation just a little bit longer.

natasha watched as you fumbled with your keys, your hands visibly shaking.

“fuck.” you mumbled after hearing the clank of metal hit the ground. you bent down to pick them up but natasha beat you to it.

“which key?” her voice was soft.

“the yellow one.”

the door swung open and you motioned for natasha to go before you.

it wasn’t bad, really. apart from the chipped brown walls, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke (you hated your neighbors for that), the broken windows, lack of space and furniture that was as good as the floor.

natasha noticed the windows first, a sense of protectiveness overpowering her. she didn’t like that you weren’t safe.

you went to offer her a water bottle, but she wasn’t paying attention. instead, she noticed the lack of food in your fridge, frowning when you tried to cover it up.

another few minutes of her silence went by and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“look, i know you’re rich. i know you like to have luxury brands and that you don’t have to worry about whether or not someone will break in and steal what little you have left. but that doesn’t give you any right to judge me. i’m sorry i don’t live up to your expectations.”

natasha licked her lips and leaned her back against the kitchen counter.

“how long have you lived like this?”

her question caught you off guard, but you managed to find an answer.

“i’ve always lived like this, nat.”

she nodded solemnly before abruptly turning around to look at what was inside your cabinets.

“what are you do-”

“you have no food.”

you sighed, “well yeah, i can’t really afford it.”

“and the receipts?”

natasha was met with a shrug. “have to keep track of everything somehow.”

she stared at you a minute longer before finding the exact words she wanted to say.

“i would never judge you, or anyone for that matter, on their living situation. i know people don’t always have a say in what or why things happen.” she paused. “but i don’t like knowing you go to sleep every night with broken windows practically inviting anyone to come in and intrude. i don’t like knowing all you have to eat is bread, canned fruit and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

you listened to her ramble on, still nervous about the fact that this was new to her.

“so come live with me.”

“natasha-”

“come live with me.”

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, no. nat don’t even-”

“i’m serious. you won't win this argument, y/n. let me take care of you. i don't mind picking you up and dragging you out of here myself if that’s what it takes.”

a sigh left your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “natasha, i can’t have you do that. i’m okay, i promise.”

the redhead raised her eyebrow. “how many times have you gone to bed hungry? or let your car run on fumes for as long as you could? and how many times have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to miss one single day?”

when natasha was met with no reply she moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace.

“i know it’s only been four months but i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t do enough to stop it.”

she kissed the side of your head, “let me take care of you.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

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“Sweet.”

uhhhh sooooo this ramuda week prompt list is by @/ramumemura on twt !! so shoutout to them for providing this amazing prompt list for such an amazing character !! give them a follow too !!

this is my first time posting here and i spent a good amount of time lurking in the ramuda amemura x reader tag and there is great lacking for oneshots about my number one boi so uhhh have this !!

this might suck as i haven't properly written anything in two years but i tried my best OTL have fun and enjoy tbf this was really fun to write and i love ramuda so much he deserves the world omg

lowercase intended !! idk how tumblr formatting works since i am very unfamiliar with it so uhhh apologies >< im also on mobile so double apologies ><

words: 1,043 <333

sunmary:

do you still want to taste the icing, y/n?”

you nodded then he pressed his lips to yours. the kiss lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. an unprecedented whine left your lips which only caused him to chuckle.

“it tastes sweet, doesn't it, bunny?”

••••

eggs? check!

flour? check!

baking powder? check!

everything else that was needed to make cupcakes that ramuda couldn't list on the top of his mind? triple check check check!

ramuda stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth as he tied his bangs up to prevent them from being a distraction. after that, he grabbed a pretty pastel pink apron that had shibuya's cutest baker embroidered on it in different brightly coloured letters. he stood by the kitchen counter, happily waiting your return as you promised to bake cupcakes with him as an early birthday celebration. he stared at the door of his apartment, bouncing up and down on the soles of his feet, as if he was an excited puppy waiting for his owner's return.

a few minutes later, the door opened and ramuda's imaginary puppy ears and tail perked up and wagged respectively.

“y/n–nee!” he exclaimed, running over to tackle you in a hug.

“ramu–chan!” you steadied yourself because you almost fell over when he suddenly threw all of his weight on you. “as adorable as you are, please don't scare me like that. i haven't even properly entered the apartment.”

his response was a giggle and to snuggle his face deeper in your chest, holding you closer to him. you rolled your eyes playfully yet you couldn't help but smile at the affection you received from your boyfriend. you placed your hand on his head and gave his hair a ruffle, appreciating the warmth he gave off. it was surely needed after a tiring day.

he looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes and an exaggerated pout on his lips. “but you promised,” he whined like a child, exaggerating his tone on the last syllable of ‘promised’, “you said we'd bake cupcakes so i prepared!”

you rolled your eyes, trying your best to remove his arms around your torso (to no avail, by the way). you gave up after a few struggles because his grip was strong.

“i never said we'd never bake!”

“but you took so long!”

you laughed at the way he stomped his foot while still looking up at you with a fake glare. he huffed, turning up his nose, and looking away at you to cement the fact that yes, he was ‘mad ’ at you. he showed no signs of letting you go. with the way he acted, you couldn't believe he was gonna be 25 in a few days.

“alright, alright.” you raised your hands in faux defeat. “i'm sorry i had to work today. let go of me so i can change and we can get started.”

his imaginary tail wagged as he smiled, letting go of you, raising his arms in victory. he stood behind you and began pushing you in and towards the room you two shared.

“hurry up, y/n–nee!”

“be patient!”

“no! i already waited all day!”

••••

usually, when you baked on your own, it would be swift, clean, and easy. usually you'd be done within an hour — preparation and other stuff already thrown in there. but when ramuda was in the picture… oh boy.

it basically took you two almost two hours to finish up because of all the distractions (kissing, flirting, throwing ingredients at each other's faces, all that stuff). flour wasn't only on the countertop like it should be when things get a bit messy but also on the floor, on the kitchen walls, in the sink … honestly it was everywhere in the kitchen. the mess due to a certain someone initiating a flour fight and of course, you wouldn't say no to an ongoing war so you had to fight along.

that was the only mess that you permitted because cleaning up would be a pain in the ass and ramuda would use his birthday as an excuse to get out of cleaning. so far, besides the two of you being covered in flour, sugar, and egg shells, everything went by smoothly and ramuda was the best (but also the worst) assistant there could be.

you took a breath of relief as you pushed the cupcake tray into the oven. you turned the oven on, set an alarm on your phone, and walked over to ramuda who was busy mixing the sweet lemon flavoured icing. he picked that flavour because yellow for fp, bunny !

you leaned on the countertop, looked at his face, and smiled. his tongue stuck out at the side of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration– you couldn't help but think he was adorable … and handsome.

‘i want to kiss him right now.’

when he noticed you were looking at him, he winked and gave you a side smile. he chuckled, breaking you out of your trance.

“like what you're seeing, bunny?” he said, his voice lower than usual.

you became red and buried your face in his shoulder. he giggled and leaned his head against yours.

“taste the icing if it's alright, y/n!” he said excitedly, his voice back to normal before moving his shoulder so you'll stop leaning on him (rude). but before you could react, he dipped his finger in the mix and booped your nose, leaving the icing there.

you twitched your nose and tried to reach it with your tongue. ramuda watched amused as you tried. you both laughed after multiple failed attempts. eventually you gave up and tried to wipe away the icing on your nose. but before you could, ramuda grabbed your hand, twirled you, then he placed his hand on your hips. your faces centimetres apart. he had a smirk on his lips as you blushed redder. he licked your nose, removing all the icing before he hummed.

“do you still want to taste the icing, y/n?” he asked the same deep voice as earlier, tongue stuck out teasingly. he leaned in closer, his lips almost touching yours.

you nodded. before you could process anything, he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed back, your hands going to the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer— deeper. the kiss lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. an unprecedented whine left your lips which only caused him to chuckle.

“it tastes sweet, doesn't it, bunny?

#ramuda week 2022 #hypmic imagines #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypnosis mic #fling posse #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura x reader #i love ramuda sm #adv happy bday ramu ramu <3 #ramuda amemura

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