#reposting because i fixed the lighting of the images

[creative-crybaby]

Make Love to the Camera

PAIRING: sub!Takami Keigo (Hawks) x femdom!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: pegging, mommy kink, nipple play, anal fingering, praise kink, use of sex toys (strap-on), oral (on a sex toy), very brief feminization, light cock slapping (like, once), size kink, dacryphilia, consensual filming + photos

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: Take a photo, it'll last longer. And with how beautiful your boyfriend is, you can't help but follow that saying.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: wrote this for @dabihawksluva's PegHawks2023 collab! Thank you for the opportunity to ruin him ❤️

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

He’s ethereal. 

This isn’t unheard of, much less to him. Fans, interviewers—no one can deny his beauty. His charisma, which comes with his easygoing attitude, adds to his popularity, and it all manages to shine through even when he doesn’t need to speak.

If Takami Keigo isn’t fighting villains or saving civilians, he’s improving his image in other ways. Interacting with fans during his paroles, bumping up the charm during interviews—he even models on the side. The camera loves him. 

Then again, so do you. 

“Thanks for showing up,” he smiles, approaching you immediately at the start of his short break. “It means a lot.”

Your heart flutters as you see him physically relax, and you copy his expression. “Of course.” You hand him a water bottle, which Takami gladly accepts. “You look amazing out there.”

He stops drinking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as a soft pink dusts his cheeks. “You think so?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes playfully. “Like you don’t already know.”

“Still,” he sips a bit more before twisting the cap back on, “it’s different coming from you.”

The corners of your lips rise, and you lean in teasingly. “I call you handsome and pretty all the time.”

“And I fall for you every time.”

It’s your turn to feel the warmth radiating off your face, that grin forcing itself onto your lips. 

You don’t get a chance to come up with a comeback as several people butt in to touch up his hair and makeup. Takami pays them no mind, used to the attention, though his soft gaze remains on you. It’s enough to ease your frustration; they’re just doing their jobs, you know this, but having them all so close to your hero when he finally gets a break is affecting your brain the way nails on a chalkboard affect one’s ears. 

He notices because, of course, he does, and everyone stops what they’re doing with the raise of his hand and a charming smile. The Pro Hero steps toward you, leaning forward until only a few inches separate you. 

“I’ll see you tonight?” It’s more of a statement than a question, but with golden pools softly gazing into yours, you find yourself nodding. Takami smiles reassuringly. “Until this is over, keep your eyes on me, okay?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just pecks your temple before heading back to the set. Your focus follows his frame, finding him throwing you a glance over his shoulder with a wink. 

You don’t, can’t, look away for the rest of the shoot.

“I’m home.”

The words come out somewhat sluggish as you hear the window close seconds later. You save your page in the book before placing it on the nightstand, dismounting the bed to follow that familiar voice. Its owner meets you halfway, blocking the bedroom entrance with its lean frame and tired eyes. 

“Hey, pretty bird,” you smile sympathetically. Like magic, your words make some of his exhaustion disappear. Takami fixes his posture as he greets you back just as quietly and lovingly. You pull him into an embrace, and he slumps once more. “Long day?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he chuckles against your skin.

You pull back to face him. “You were great during the shoot.”

Your hand cradles his cheek, making him croon as your thumb gently rubs his tanned skin. He shifts his head to kiss your palm. “Of course, you’d say that.”

“I mean it,” you pout. The Pro Hero chuckles again at your reaction, pulling you back into the hug and peppering kisses on whatever exposed skin his lips can find. You sigh at his gentle touch. “Want me to prepare a bath for you?”

“You saying I smell bad?” muses your lover. You groan, and he laughs, the rumbling from his chest vibrating against your body. The joyful sound eventually disappears, but you can feel his smile against your skin. “I’d rather just stick with you for now, thanks.”

You hum, your hands soothingly rubbing his back and making his wings puff ever so slightly. The subtle movement has the corners of your lips twitching upwards, though you remain silent for a few extra seconds. 

“Anything in particular you wanna do?” you ask, pulling back a bit. The battle between you and the ever-growing smile ends with you losing, and your teasing expression is impossible to misread. “You’ve been working really hard lately. I think you deserve to be spoiled, even just a little bit.”

Your implications have a bright red spreading across the Pro Hero’s face, his wings twitching as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours. You have to refrain from cooing at his bashful expression, feeling lucky and prideful that you’re the only one that can gain a reaction like that from him.

“You’re not even trying to be subtle,” Takami mumbles, brows creasing. You snicker when you notice the tips of his ears matching his face in colour, and he pouts. Your smile only grows while he remains silent for a few more seconds. “C’mon, you know what I want…”

You pull back, eyelids hooded. “I don’t think I do.”

“Don’t make me say it…”

“Say what?” More silence on his end, smugness on yours. You know what he wants–you want it just as much–and you’ll gladly give it to him. The fact that you can get him to squirm for a bit is a little treat for yourself. You cup his face with both hands. “Use your words, handsome.”

You’re cradling him in your hold, your boyfriend whining at your dragging. You can feel the heat radiating from his face, warming your hands as he forces his gaze onto yours. 

The next couple of seconds happens in a flash. Takami grabs your wrists, pulling them away from his cheeks and towards him, slamming his lips against yours. You yelp into the kiss, his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. Still, you comply with his sudden affection, tangling your fingers into his hair and gaining a soft moan from him. 

Your lover breaks the kiss, breathless and even redder than before. “Touch me.”

It’s good enough for you, and you tug him back for more as you lead him to your bed, helping him remove his clothes while his feathers fly out of the way.

Takami’s unbuckling his belt by the time the back of your knees hit the foot of the bed. You pull away from the kiss, hastily throwing the remainder of his clothes away, as well as some of yours, before leading him onto the mattress. With him on his back and you hovering over him in your undergarments, both panting and warm and needy, you resume your makeout session, allowing each other’s hands to touch whatever parts of the other they can grab onto. 

You remove your lips from his own to suck on his neck when you feel his cock poking your inner thigh. A quivering whine graces your ears, and the Pro Hero places his hands on your hips. 

“Can’t wait any longer,” he says desperately. You stop your actions to look at him, and his eyes plead with you just as, if not more, than his words. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? For all I know, the Commission might want me back out there. Another second of this and I’ll lose it.”

You’re surprised more by his ability to remain coherent than his words. If his touch and gaze are anything to go by, he’s not lying. 

Then again, you share those sentiments, and you offer him a sincere expression with a matching apology.

With a final peck to his forehead, you then trail open-mouthed kisses down his chest until you reach one of his nipples, plopping it into your mouth and letting your tongue dance around it. Takami gasps, and it’s more than enough encouragement to tweak at the other bud, matching your mouth’s pace.

“I can’t help myself,” you apologize again after momentarily detaching from your lover. “I promise I’ll start soon. I just want to get a few more noises out of you.”

Because yes, you share those sentiments, but along with them, you carry selfish ones. 

You’re back to your ministrations, making him bite his lip and squirm under your touch.

“Please, just get the strap,” he begs, his voice wavering. “I said it, okay? I promise I’ll be good if you just touch me already. Just… please…”

The slight crack at the end convinces you, though you’d have loved to toy with him a bit more. 

Pulling back, you wipe a stray tear from his cheekbone. Based on his rapid blinking, he didn’t seem to notice he was crying. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, slowly getting off him. “I’ll get to it. But in the meantime, I’d like you to keep up what I was doing.” you take his wrists, leading his hands to his chest before fully dismounting the bed. You look back at him with a soft expression almost unfitting for the current situation. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

The Pro Hero nods, and you reach for a box under the bed before placing it on your vanity (courtesy of your loving boyfriend). It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for in it: a crimson, nine-inch dildo with an equally bold harness, as well as some lube. 

Taking what you need, you strip yourself of your underwear before strapping the toy on. You approach your lover, who complies with your command and rubs his nipples as he watches you with want. He stops touching himself as his gaze wanders south, the sheer length and girth making him gulp as if he hasn’t had it inside him before. 

You chuckle at his reaction, sitting on the mattress. “Come lay your head on my lap, sweetheart.”

Takami perks up at the command, quick to crawl toward your frame and snuggle into the fat of your thighs. He sighs against your skin, practically disregarding the fake cock mere centimetres away from his face. You smile lovingly at him, raking your fingers through his golden locks. From the corner of your eye, you catch him shifting into a curled-up position, bringing his body closer to yours.

“This should work for prep,” he tells you from his spot, turning his head to peer up at you with almost childishly proud eyes. The hand in his hair glides down his neck to his shoulder blades to play with his wings, making him shudder. 

“It should,” you agree, dragging your fingertips lightly against the sensitive base. Your boyfriend moans, his cock twitching against your hip. You hand him the bottle of lube, and even in his descent to wonderland, his brows furrow at the object. “And you’ll be taking care of it.”

His face drops as he pouts, an almost silent whimper escaping his throat as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “I thought you said you wanted to treat me?”

“Of course, I do,” you coo, refraining from giving in. “But you know I can’t help how pretty you are when you get needy.” The look he gives you tells you he isn’t convinced, so take your hand from his back to cup his chin. “I promise I won’t hold back once you’re all prepped up for me, okay?”

He stares at you for a bit. “Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

The sincerity in your tone and gaze seems to be enough for Takami as he takes the lube from your grip, removing the cap and oozing a generous amount of liquid onto his fingers. You keep your eyes on his hand, watching intently as it falls past his thighs and cock, a whine slipping through his lips. You can’t see him stretch himself open, though his reactions are more than enough to keep you satisfied. You almost feel selfish; even with this moment being all about him, you’re dragging things on for your own pleasure, not wanting to miss a second of your lover falling apart. 

Your greed doesn’t stop there as you catch a glimpse of your phone on the nightstand.

“Mind if I record you?” you ask softly, caressing his cheekbone for good measure. “I just wanna look at you forever.”

The Pro Hero doesn’t stop his ministrations as he gives you the go-ahead, and you gently lift his head to reach for your phone. Giving your thanks, you help him shift positions to kneel before you, his fingers continuing to work their magic on his hole.

With the dildo’s base in one of your hands and the device in the other, you give him a look that tells him everything he needs to know. 

Takami opens his mouth wide, allowing you to tap the fake dick’s head on his awaiting tongue before slowly sliding the silicone shaft down his throat. As soon as his lips wrap around the toy, you press record, aiming the camera at your boyfriend’s lewd display. 

“Good boy,” you sigh, eyelids drooping as he sets a languid pace bobbing his head. His tongue dances along the underside of the red cock, you notice, and you’re more than sure you’d be a goner had it been your real dick. 

Your boyfriend moans around the shaft, making direct eye contact with the lens on your phone as he takes more into his mouth, his gaze sultry yet pathetic. He knows what he’s doing—of course, he does. Though with his photoshoots being at most somewhat sensual, seeing him like this with no one else around makes pride swell in your chest and lust swirl in your lower belly. 

Despite your shallow breaths, you’re surprised that your hold on your phone remains stable. Even when Takami’s lips reach the base and his gags to your ears, you don’t miss any of it while recording. 

It isn’t until you notice his thighs tense that you end the video.

“I think you’re ready now,” you say, slowly slipping the dildo out of his mouth. The Pro Hero heaves, nodding at your words as tears cascade down his flushed face. You wipe them away, giving him a break as your gaze softens at his beautifully dishevelled appearance. “Just lay on your back, and I’ll take care of the rest. Okay, pretty?”

He quietly moans as he changes his position, opening his legs to allow you to nestle between them. The bottle of lube is back in your hold as you lather the liquid onto your already-wet strap-on. You barely put on a show, but it doesn’t stop your lover from exhaling shakily at the display. 

Tossing the bottle elsewhere on the bed, you hit the record button once more before aiming your tip at his rimmed entrance. You shift the camera’s focus to Takami’s face, watching it contort from the invasion while a gasp slips past his swollen lips. With only an inch or two inside him, you wait for him to relax, shushing him while rubbing his thigh soothingly. 

It’s only when his heaving subsides that you shift your focus to between the Pro Hero’s legs, his hole stretched open and his cock hard against his abdomen and leaking precum. A grin spreads across your face, and you sink the toy deeper inside him. His whimpers make you bite your lip, holding back your own sounds of pleasure. 

Once you bottom out, you zoom in on where your fake dick disappears with your phone, glancing up at your boyfriend only to find him covering his face with his arm. It’s enough to ease the ache of your cheeks from smiling so widely, but you don’t frown, either. Instead, you gently slap his cock—not too hard to cause harm, though it certainly earns you a mix of a moan and a sob. 

“Don’t hide from me, baby,” you chastise, lightly rubbing his shaft as an apology. Takami whimpers, hesitantly removing his arm from his face, still red and moist from sweat and tears. Your smile returns, and your hold on his dick leaves as his on his thighs appear. “I wanna see and hear all of you, okay?”

Your boyfriend nods with a gulp. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” you parrot all too sweetly, raising your brows knowingly at him. 

A pause.

Takami mewls. “Yes, Mommy.”

You coo at his pathetic tone, reeling your hips before slamming back in. Your pace is rapid and immediately set; you’ve made him wait long enough.

Taken aback by your force, the Pro Hero tightens his hold on his thighs, digging his nails into his skin as he allows the wanton cries to escape his throat. Even with more tears glossing his vision, he manages to keep his eyes open. The blush on his face spreads to his neck as his body shines with a sheer layer of sweat. The sight alone is dizzying for you, but you’ll be damned if you stop now.

“You take me so well,” you huff with a smile, brows knitted together in concentration. You wonder if he can hear you over the wet pap pap pap of your hips colliding, the lube creating a thin ring at the base of your strap-on. “Practically a–ngh!–natural. If being a hero doesn’t work out, you could… you could make a living off of taking my cock.” Takami whines at the idea as you push at his inner thigh to further spread his legs. You focus on the mess you’ve made and how easily the toy disappears inside him, moaning at the lewd sight. “Would you like that, baby? Be Mommy’s little porn star?” More whimpers from the Number 2 Hero. “Your fans would sell their souls to see you shirtless. Imagine–hah–what they’d do to see you like this.”

He keens with a hiccup, and you grin widely, your body on autopilot as you zoom in on his face. Just as flushed as when you started, Takami’s cheeks shine with the remnants of his tears as they continue to fall, his eyes layered with a mist as they cross ever so slightly. If you look closely, you’re sure to find hearts in his pupils, his glossy and rosy lips twitching upwards as drool seeps down his chin. 

You’re right: his fans would do anything just to catch a glimpse of him in this state. 

And you get to experience it all for free.

The passing thought gives you more than enough adrenaline to go faster and harder, angling your hips slightly differently to hit the spot that makes him shriek almost girlishly. He’s so perfect; you want to cry. You want to keep fucking him silly, and you want to ride him until your legs lose all feeling. You want to destroy him, mind, body and soul, and you want to press your lips against his while cradling his face. 

You want all of him. 

“Mommy,” Takami gasps, his hips twitching. “‘M close, so fucking close…” He cuts himself off with a wanton mewl, taking a moment to collect himself despite your brutal attack on his prostate. “Can I—can I cum?”

Hearing someone of such high status, someone every citizen looks at with such high regard, ask for permission with a trembling voice, you feel more powerful than any villain. And with how your cunt clenches at the mere sight of him in his miserable glory, you’re sure you ought to be classified as one, too. 

But for now, you’ll show mercy, albeit recorded for his humiliation. “Make a mess for me, baby bird.”

The next few seconds happen in slow motion as you watch Takami’s eyes roll to the back of his head while his jaw falls open. Splatters of creamy white decorate his abdomen and chest, with a couple of drops reaching his chin as he squeezes around the toy. You help him ride his orgasm while making sure to catch every moment on your phone, only ending the video once his body relaxes. Your gaze softens, and you snap a few extra photos. You could make one of them your home screen later.

You shush him as he regulates his breathing, leaning forward to place your phone on the nightstand before brushing some of his hair out of his sweaty face. Once he appears somewhat calmer, you move back to rest your hands on his hips to slide the strap out of him, your lover hissing as you do so. Every step of the way, you whisper sweet nothings to him.

“Such a good boy for me,” you coo after removing the harness. You then lay next to him, and Takami whines, making you smile, tilting his head to face you. Tear stains ghost his cheeks while wet lashes clump together, his plump lips glossy with the spit as his blush fades to a subtle pink hue. He’s beautiful; it’s not fair. “Wait here. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

You make quick work of doing so. Wet cloth, water bottle, whatever you can get your hands on in a short amount of time. And after wiping away the evidence of your activities from the Pro Hero’s handsome face and sculpted build and getting him to drink up, you help him sit to pull him into your embrace. 

Takami pouts, tugging at your bra strap. “Still got this on?”

With a roll of your eyes, you remove the last article of clothing from your warm body, and a wolfy grin spreads across his face. He’s back to hugging you, this time burying himself in your chest.

You sigh. “Was I too rough on you?”

Still pressed against you, the Pro Hero shakes his head no. He only slightly pulls back to peer up at you, his expression somewhat more serious. 

“Was I a good model for you?” he asks. You can hear the teasing tone in his voice, though there’s an antsiness to his gaze that awaits for your approval. With a soft laugh and a smile to match, you then kiss his head. 

“The best.”

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[cherubify]

note: fluff, slightly suggestive, marriage, based on re3r carlos' noir outfit, a teeny tiny cheer up gift for @xoxostarlet <3 / sfw

"how do i look?" carlos turns from the mirror to you, his hand fiddling with the knot on his wine red tie.

tonight he's wearing a suit, a two piece fit that insists on accentuating his muscular frame. a special suit for a special occasion– your long awaited date night. his brown eyes search for answers, but you smile and pat the lint off his sleeves.

"you look amazing. and really, really hot," you emphasise with a smirk. he chuckles, and it's the kind that awakens dormant butterflies and scatters them into a frantic flight within you. it's been years with him and you still get a fluttery feeling whenever he pulls that off. you pout at the unfairness and squeeze his bicep.

"i can say the same for you, my love," carlos smiles tenderly as he takes you in himself. you're wearing the dress he bought you, a dress that beckoned him with images of you in it and whispers of your name when his eyes fell upon it. he knew it'd look amazing because it's on you, but hot damn– you're perfect.

a burly arm coils around your waist and he pulls you in. the brunette brushes back stray hairs behind your ear, eyes fixed on you with a tender hearted gaze. you put your hands on his chest and peer up at him curiously. the boyish grin playing on his lips heats up your face.

"you're so beautiful-" he ghosts the outline of your jaw with his gloved knuckles. brown curly hair hangs over his unflinching gaze, "-that i have half the mind to skip tonight and call take in."

ahh, not again. your knees feel weak, but only for a mere moment. it's easy to get sucked into his eyes, and if you don't stand your ground you'll end up in his arms once again, bodies tangled until tomorrow. as much as you love your husband, now is not the time for this. so you shake your head before frowning at his implications. a light smack him on his chest snaps him out of his haze.

you pinch his cheek. he winces, the tiny bristles lining his face itches your fingers when you tug, "it took us an entire month for this reservation, carlos! we have all of the time in the world for this later."

"ow ow- okay, i give in," he manages a defeated laugh, though his eyes carry an amused glint. he shows his gloved palms in defeat, "but later, right?"

"sure. if we don't come home in a food coma," you snort as you slip on your heels. he watches as you step out the house, but not without giving him a look over your shoulder before the door closes behind you.

it's a knowing smile, one that answers his simple question. he laughs– even with how easily you get sucked into his shenanigans, you still try to keep him on his toes. carlos takes one last look in the mirror before choosing to ditch his gloves. just so he can better hold your hand tonight, and y'know, so everyone can see the ring around his finger.

he hums as he snatches up his car keys and flicks the light switch off, enveloping both him and the hallway in darkness. after one last check around the house, he shuts the door behind him and it locks with a click.

all content written by @cherubify ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open. previously known as @puppyina.

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[dravikso]

Beta Arceus

[Image ID: An artists interpretation of the beta Arceus sprite, facing right on a pale gradiented blue, pink, and white background. Its body, floating off the ground, is wholly white, but appearing to have dramatic shifts in colour action in response the the molten gold glowing ring with wispy spokes floating around its abdomen and the reflected blue light from above. It has fur billowing out into as,one like substance from its front legs and the back of its head, with a long tail composed of long, continuous strands of fur. Its eyes are glowing red rings. End ID]

Sorry this is a repost; I deleted the old post because I had fixed some things after uploading but already reblogged it on my art account, so i wanted to just... repost it from scratch. The modifications were pretty big so it was bothering me.

Edit: readmore doesn't work for some reason and I can't fix it, so that's cool

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[thehusbandoden]

Missed You -Itachi Uchiha x Reader

A/n: First time writing for anyone from Naruto Shippuden besides Hinata, so please let me know how I did! Oh and also, if I get anything wrong I apologize! Please tell me via comment, message, or ask to let me know so I can fix it! I watched Naruto years ago and might have forgotten a few things 😅😅

General info:

Genre: fluff wc: around 500

The night was cold and wet. Lighting striking numerous times in the distance, the rolling thunder coming soon after. It was nice, you thought; you liked the rain. It reminded you of the day you left your toxic village and found somewhere better. Somewhere you belonged. You smiled at the thought, though it didn't quite reach your eyes.

Tilting your head upward, you let the rain roll down the sides of your face and into the traveling cloak you bore. You slightly shivered at the sensation of the wet droplets rolling down your arm, letting out a relieved sigh as it helped ease your tension.

The past several weeks had been stressful, and after finally completing an S rank mission, you had made it home- well the closest thing you had to a home. Though it was more comfortable then the wilderness, this.. place wasn't really qualified for a home. The people were rude and manerless, and some outright psychotic.

Some were simply broken and lost, while others were simply doing it all for the fun, or because they believed in their wicked ways. Though, you couldn't really talk. No matter if you had a broken image of right and wrong, you knew that many of the things they had you do were wrong; you simply couldn't protest.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you make your way inside, traversing down the familiar corridors to your shared room. Stepping in, you smile at the sight in front of you.

Itachi was cozied up in bed, chest bare, and hair down. You hurried to get ready for bed yourself before slipping next to your beloved, snuggling into his chest to fully embrace his warmth, arms wrapped around his neck.

Blinking open his eyes, Itachi stared down at you, a fond smile splayed across his lips.

"Hello Gorgeous, you seem cold." He murmurred, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. You've been gone for over a week, you missed one another dearly.

"Mhm, it's raining tonight." You purr, pulling him into another kiss when he removed his lips from yours.

He chuckled as you kissed him, cupping your cheeks. "Missed me Darling?" He teased, voice as stoic as ever.

Most people would think it was a genuine question, but you knew your Itachi well enough to know that he was teasing you.

"Maybe a little bit." You giggle, pecking his lips twice before burrying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell you've been missing for what seemed like forever.

"Oh? Only a little bit?"

You giggled into his neck, pecking the warm skin lovingly.

"Okay, I missed you a lot."

He chuckled at that, kissing your temple lovingly before engulfing you in his never ending warmth.

"I missed you too, love."

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[waves-art-blog]

"Very brave of you to come down here!", Wesker's unmistakable light raspy voice sounded behind Haddie, who was about to make a move on the chest. She let go of the lock, which let out a soft metallic clack after it hit the chest. The young woman straightened up and half turned towards the uniformed person, so that he could only see her profile. Haddie was calm. Her determined gaze was fixed on Wesker. He did little to frighten her. "And you have nothing better to do than follow me down here, Blondie?" the young woman spoke in a calm and firm voice, her lips twisted into a slight smirk. She turned away from the box, the contents not that important, before walking up to Wesker and stopping in front of him. "So?" she asked him, reminding him of her question when no answer came from him. "And what about you? Don't you actually have something better to do than be down here?", instead of answering he threw the question back to her. Once again he bypassed her question. What he did more often. As he spoke, he walked around her. Circled her. Like a cat playing with its prey, just waiting for the right moment to strike! Undeterred, Haddie stood calmly, knowing all too well the feeling of being circled by a predator. Even when Wesker grabbed her after standing behind her, holding his knife to her throat, she remained calm. He was just playing with her, trying to scare her! "Very brave or very stupid to put yourself in this death zone, Haddie!" the girl heard his voice close to her ear. She pushed the air out of her lungs in amusement. Without much resistance, Haddie pushed his hand with the knife away from her and freed herself without any problems. She walked slowly and smoothly to the stairs and turned to Wesker one last time. "You disappoint me by wasting your time with you!", Haddie emphasized the words the way he always pronounced them, "I'd say playtime is over, blondie! For now!" Before hurrying upstairs to get away from the basement to finish the exam, Haddie threw a few last words at his head, "Au revoir, À plus tard!" Then she was gone, leaving a Wesker alone in the basement.

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Hello, It's me again... after a long time again.. I Know! OTL

And thank you to reading until this point, I had only a small Idea for a small Fanfanfiction behind this Artwork, but i was longer as I though ^^' Sorry for any grammar mistake!

Or... you skip only the Story-Section... ^^'

Well, then: Welcome to the Description!

I do not know what to say about it. The idea for the picture I had already had a little longer in the head and now finally get implemented.

For the background I chose the basement, because I think it fit the color scheme of the image best! Even though it currently seems a bit like it's the endgame broken out and the clock is ticking…. Maybe it's actually the collapse and Haddie has to run fast right away to get to the gate in time!

To that it is the first picture what I protect with Glaze against AI theft! If you have perhaps noticed the small Unfeinheiten on the picture and wondered what that is: Glaze protection!

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🔹  Character: 🔹   Haddie Kaur & Wesker (Dead by Daylight/Resident Evil)

🔹  Program & Material(s): 🔹   Clip Studio Paint

🔹 DON´T repost, steal, repaint, NFT, AI or something else. Copyright by me. 🔹 YOU DON´T HAVE ANY PERMISSION TO USE THIS ARTWORK 🔹

#waterdragonwave art #waves art #my art #dead by daylight #haddie kaur #albert wesker #resident evil #dbd haddie kaur #dbd fanart #dbd mastermind #fanart #digital artwork

[floareadeaur]

• Series: Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End

• Pairing: Ferid Bàthory x female!reader

• Some feverish philosophy of 3.2 k words!

• Author's words:

I wrote this paper 2 years ago.

Now, knowing the true philosophy and creation of the OnS world, I feel I would write it differently.

I now believe that Ferid is not a "dead man" struggling to live because of vampirism, but that he is a living man struggling to live in a cursed and putrid world ― despite reincarnation, despite vampirism. I consider him psychologically unaffected by vampirism, and this interpretation would add a much more vivid and tense dimension to the writings about him.

In addition, I can dive much deeper into the deep exploration of his personality now, beyond the masks like red ruby ​​earrings that adorn a wounded soul with no passion to live, a soul that was raised in the shadow of a leader ― this, when the rubies, ironically, symbolizes the passion and power of a leader.

I think I had write him much more organically now, and especially, I am already writing him in a full dynamic with my original character, with the focus being on his deep drama relative to the OnS universe.

It is fascinating to think about Ferid now, it was still fascinating when I wrote this.

I will post new writings about him. I feel that these new writings breathe better the life out of me and the life out of Ferid.

This old writing breathed too at the time I wrote it. Maybe it still does. What do you say?

Even though it is an old post, kind feedback is welcome. You know, a word in response feeds a writer's soul.

Some people have asked me to repost from the old writings, so enjoy!

And I wish a good day to whoever finds this post!

❝ Warm memories in cold palms ❞

Along his cold, pale palms, through every fiber and vein exposed through the thin, ghostly skin, vibrates a memory.

Ferid Bathory feels that tingle at the tip of his senses, as if something is being restrained and shackled inside the gloves that clothe his bony hands. Maybe that is why his arms twitch for a moment, as if uncontrollably in gesticulation.

As the great vampire lord strides along the dimly lit halls, his coat rustles ― a familiar sound, as does the cadenced rhythm of footsteps gnawing at the marble floor ― interrupting the image of the young dead-but-alive man, which is reflected on its glossy surface.

Ferid does not look at the reflection. His gait is uninterrupted, but not smooth, undisturbed. Something tumultuous is struggling in his posture,  features. Even the way his ruby ​​earrings sway and sparkle in the dim light bears a trace of this chaos  ― the jewels move at the edge of his pointed ears just like the tiny eddies of a restless storm.

But there is silence. Ferid Bathory does not speak, does not smile, but his eyes are not empty. 

On the contrary, on the face of the dead young man, under the gray eyebrows trapped in an expression without curved lines, something glimmers in Ferid's often empty eyes and caught in an unsatisfying, unanswered search. The red irises are still wandering, twitching uncontrollably, or staring too hard at a point that does not even dictate the next step the vampire needs to take.

But their search no longer seems unanswered, barren and dry.

Vampires can not cry. But in their own way, Lord Bathory's eyes, often sharp and full of acidity, seem moist in those moments, or just alive, as if there really is something still dripping from them ―  thoughts, tears, or answers.

But those eyes seem fixed somewhere far away, and yet, not without a certain contentment. The research of Ferid's mind is done for the first time with joy. 

It is precisely this happiness, ecstasy, that creates his tremor. His body would like to touch the thoughts that satisfy him, which give Ferid the answer and awaken his curiosity, that make the vampire look around and know, "There is a meaning."

Lord Bathory's steps flow along the hall with the same classic sting. The hand gestures are there, those strange pulses of long, gloved fingers that hang down his body. Ferid's hands seem to be gesticulating without a direction, as if in a sick tremor, or of happiness. His well-shaped wrists, caught between the frills of the shirt, make a sudden arch. As he walks, his long fingers bend. It seems that Ferid Bàthory's hands would like to grab something.

And all the movement of his hands in the end symbolizes Ferid's desire to be with the reality of the thought that makes him happy.

The man's gaze slowly drifted away. Beneath his gray lashes, Ferid's eyes are flooded with a certain warmth that does not necessarily have anything to do with the marble slabs he may be looking at.

Ferid Bàthory then looks inside himself and for the first time, he is not horrified by what he finds. The corners of his lips pull up slightly in a faint smile ― one of the few real ones for him. 

The cadence of his steps has stopped and Ferid's right hand is clenching. His whole body seems to have tensed under the white robes embroidered in jewels and gold.

It seems that the great Ferid Bàthory is no longer there. The body exists, but he lives elsewhere, with what he wishes he could hold in his gloved palm.

His eyes are deep set and they are actually looking at you. Then they close ― one of the only times Ferid closes his eyes. The smile still exists, the warmth descends in the soul.

When he is near you, his eyes hardly ever close. It is Ferid Bathory's favorite activity ― observing his beloved woman. This requires open eyes connected to a soul. But when he is far away, then Ferid feels this desire to close them more often.

Inside him, Ferid seems to find you better.

The dead body no longer demands breaths, but vampire's lips part, still caught in the light, serene smile. His face resembles that of a man who is still searching and close to what he wants the most. Ferid's palm tightens, then opens. So are his eyes, which then look at the palm. It is bare then, exposed, with all its thin lines traced in the paper-like skin.

The vampire pulled off his gauntlet as if on instinct and now Ferid's red eyes looked at the outline of the visible skin.

His fingers move for a moment, long and sharply defined, with clear, rough nails. But Ferid's eyes do not just see his own dead, immobile hand.

His head bends more. Some of the gray strands slide down the pale cheek to the corner of the sharp lips, which are then lifted in a soft smile. Ferid Bathory sees the outline of your body imprinted in the lines of his palms. His eyes slide along the well-defined fingers from each other, meticulously penciled. The other hand's glove also disappears. Ferid pulled it in a light movement and the shaking of the two hands, that strange tremor, can be more clearly visible,  explainable.

Along every line in his pale palms, he even now sees and feels the outline of your being.

From the wrist now freed from the frills he folded over the cuff, to the tips of the fingers with brittle nails, the same vibrations are sensed. Ferid smiles more, his eyes narrow ― but not out of bitter amusement, or despair.

A line of happiness outlines his features for a moment, for on the surface of Ferid's entire palms, only the memory of your being dances in his senses. The warmth, the edges, the curves and all your woman details, the smell, the texture, the little abrasions ― Ferid has memorized them all. And it is not just maddened curiosity that is at the center ― that often goes away first. Nor the interest in anything else that could break his boredom. 

But for Ferid Bathory, these memories obtained from careful observations are like his food.

The blood has always fed Ferid only to torment him more ― like a curse, a condemnation. But when Ferid is far from you, he can feed on something that does not leave his tongue bitter and as if skinned with thirst, but actually nourishes his being. The soul also needs food, and your memory is the one for Ferid. The sensation is strange, but pleasant to him. Ferid would not want to leave it anymore. 

Beyond the fact that the vampire finally knows something he believes in, a new set of feelings are playing with the dead him, creeping in and gradually ruling the man, ever since Ferid met you and took a new risk, a condition unknown to Bathory.

The first was the feeling of being in love, of loving, which translated strangely to someone like him ― unusual, but so needy for all that would mean, and yet so clearly, almost rationally, aware of the nature of his feelings. Their sheer existence was strongly internalized from the first moment.

And maybe then, that internalization started to externalize, beyond the clear assumption that Ferid loves you.

A sensation of this kind tried him recently, away from you and now on his way home  ― right there, right in his then empty palm.

Along the corridor, his steps begin to echo again with the heel of the boots announcing his internal rhythm, of the thoughts that pinch his mind in the rhythm in which Ferid's boots pinches the floor. His eyes seem to be spinning around, but it is an illusion. For it is only their living light that shines as the vampire wanders again with a memory and realization, the first with an answer and the other sweet then.

His right hand clenches again, cold and lonely but warm. So is the left one, so is his whole body.

Ferid stopped again and lowered his sharp gaze, which then seemed for a moment lost, or more rediscovered than ever.

A candle burns in front of the door where the the man stopped; it is one placed in the candlestick. 

Ferid always appreciates these genuine, tangible things ― just like he appreciates you.

Maybe appreciation is too little to define your case though for him.

The man's gaze is again fixed on the pale palms then illuminated by the candle flame and Ferid does not see his own palms, but in front of his eyes, always sharp, but then dreamy, under the light of the fire, your body dances.

It is warm, it is alive, he can feel your breaths through the soft skin, your ribs rise slowly with every breath and your heart beats under your left breast. You smile at him, knead, your hand touches his, velvety in the warmth of your life. You touch your lover gently.

But his hand clenches in reality and is empty. Ferid Bathory is alone in the dark hallway lit only by the candlestick.

And yet, the gaze of the rational merges with that of the dreamer ― as if for once thought and deed form a common body in the paradoxical Ferid Bathory.

A sigh escapes the thin lips. Ferid's gaze slowly rises and the last sweet realization appears as clearly as his own palm reflected in the light of the wax candle.

Since he met and loves you, since his palms met you, those same palms can no longer do what was specific to them before.

Maybe Ferid got too used to caressing you. Perhaps this is precisely what Ferid Bathory's hands were always made for ― to touch the woman he loves, to memorize and feel her.

Perhaps the blood and life taken by these hands, drained between these fingers, can no longer have their place. However, they always brought a false benefit, a hazard of boredom and that is it, another pit to despair.

Ferid's gaze rises again and his red eyes are reflected by the flame of the candle in the candlestick ― a glimmer dances there, ever searching, but in a circle where the light can shine ― the certainty of finding an answer, the faith.

Now Ferid Bathory believes and the memory can come to life. It is actually necessary.  Memory itself has come to rule his reality differently, but more is needed.

In the darkness of the hall, the man's arm stretches out, his bare hand and his shirt cuff folded over his wrist. Before the long fingers touch the doorknob, Ferid feels the memory of your body, of your being again ― the reality of the beloved woman which Ferid Bathory memorized to perception, like a believer's creed.

But the mere memory is not enough and his hand trembles on the doorknob.

Once the door has opened, his eyes are fixed, injected with desire. Ferid is now looking in reality. Not the wide room is the answer, not some piece of furniture, a work of art inside.

His hands no longer shake with those restless twitches for a moment. The eddies seem to have moved into its surroundings.

But as if called, the man approaches. The same steps echo, but much more determined, or needy to reach the goal, the destination.

Then Ferid's palms rest on the embroidered edge of the couch. The fingers that have trembled sink in, searching for stability. His body slowly bends with his head. The man's eyes look a moment too fixed, frozen, but another emotion touches Ferid's sharp features.

A moment and his dead body seems to breathe again. His shoulders hunch more, trapped in their elegant uniform, they even seem humble. Ferid gives himself then, but he also received.

Serenity floats on his face those moments ― not a smile, but peace. His lips are parted, his eyes eternally sharp, wide and slowly melting ― wet, warm.

It seems that Ferid Bathory wants to say something, but he does not know what when he looks at your sleeping figure on the sofa.

He can only realize that, just as his hands that were given to you by touch, can no longer initiate a killing, your memory can no longer be severed from reality.

Still leaning over you, a few gray locks dangling near your sleeping face, Ferid's arm slowly reaches out. It seems that he is afraid, or it is just a touch of that, where you do not know how to caress more carefully what you value. But Ferid knows, or you teach him, by the very breath of life you give your lover again.

The vampire's cold palm rests on your left breast tight in the thin dress, but you do not wake up. Ferid's touch is too meticulous and he can feel your heartbeat so well, which is exactly the answer to the vibrations that tormented his empty hands when he lacked this touch.  Now these vibrations flow into pleasant sensations down his spine. Ferid shuddered and a tremor vaguely gripped him.

The vampire continues to look at you and his eye is serene, just as your cheek shines innocently in the peace of your sleep. His other hand touches your cheek which he admired. Ferid's well-shaped fingers lightly brush the skin of your face as if they were touching the thin edge of a fresh clay pot that could break at any time. 

His body leaned more over you. The tips of Ferid's gray locks have slipped and are now nibbling your sleeping body with small touches between your even breaths as the vampire's eyes fixate on you. Ferid's mouth still remained slightly ajar, as if waiting for a breath that never came. Or your lover does not know what to say, he just stares at you.

Beneath the gray lashes, his eyes glow warm, deep ― their madness gone and faith found its creed, symbol.

As his cold fingers touch you once more and your body writhes, Ferid leans into you with necessity.

It is not just the thrill that ran through his dead body, Ferid's desire to be between your tender thighs under your dress, to feel your warmth and heartbeat, what makes the vampire kiss you ― with just as light a touch as if he were touching the wings of a butterfly with the tip of a blade.

Ferid knows how easily he could hurt you. He himself is a blade, one made so by many others before ―  but a blade can spread butter on a cake, polish a sculpture, not just cut and destroy.

For a moment, Ferid's cold lips hover over your warm mouth. Your living breaths seep into his dead being and Ferid notices your sleeping and living being again, so peaceful yet his cold hands keep touching you again.

His eyes close serenely. Another kiss comes from him. Strands of gray hair slide past his sharp cheek and gently caress the soft skin of your temples, sliding down to the warm shoulders revealed by your sheer dress.

Ferid sighs softly, but it is more like a vain attempt to breathe. His gray brows furrow above the closed eyes, the trembling of his palms that gripped your warm shoulders barely subsided. You are still asleep and Ferid is frozen like this, leaning over you at the edge of the couch. His cold palm caresses you slowly and in your sweet sleep you feel the familiar touch like the fine curtain of an old and fragile paper.  The sensation tickles you with pleasure in your dream. In the silent of the room, your voice murmurs something indistinct, but for Ferid this is life.

And he, the one who always discharges acidity without meaning, can say nothing but accept that sweet realization. His cold hands can no longer touch anything without life once they have memorized yours in their fine lines. And Ferid can not think that it is possible for his hand to be only left with the memory and not be able to caress your real warmth as he touches it then.

The man moves away from your face with cold moist lips and looks at you again, confusion hanging from his tight gray lashes and those pale, parted lips.

A harsher breath of yours and you meet the red eyes, warmed with a light foreign to others, but well-known to you. That specific sensation tickles you more with pleasure at the moment of awakening. Then you realize through your sweet senses that Ferid is touching you and a smile vaguely appears on your lively face.

Just for a moment you are confused, or even the vampire is more than you, thus bent over your figure, staring and with the cold hands on the warmth of your body.

You say nothing, but your arms slowly stretch out, your dress rustling in a way that reminds Ferid of a living forest. You wrap them around his neck, feeling the locks of his hair, pull him so close, until the man almost slides over the edge of the sofa.

But Ferid is Ferid. 

He rests on his knees, on the same cold palms with agility, but no joke about your so great desire for him comes up, no teasing. Ferid wants you more or it is just something mutual.

He is on top of you, his cape hanging, his hair undone, and when you pull him to kiss your man that you have not seen in a while, Ferid understands better the feeling that keeps overwhelming him.

Warmth, heartbeats, breaths, touches ― as your warm tongue moistens his fangs in a harmless kiss, he understands. With his eyes closed, Ferid Bathory finally understands this new meaning imprinting on his whole being ― from the nimble gaze, to the hearing and the palms that close around you to feel the woman he loves ― all are given to you.

And that is the point, Ferid thinks, once your warmth overwhelms him again, into another embrace where you pull him onto that small sofa, into that dark room, the surroundings of which are as confusing to the vampire as a vortex.

You are the only one of whom Ferid is truly aware ―  and it is precisely the fact that he could not bear not to be able to meet all of this again. That is this new meaning.

His senses, after centuries devoted to bitterness, have discovered a warm, meaningful life that Ferid now gives anything to embrace ― to feel you.

This is the new meaning of things in Ferid Bathory's mind ― the search full of answers and happiness. And oh, how quickly it too could die out if Ferid could no longer touch your living being, if his beloved woman would remain only impregnated on the edges of the senses, in memory.

But then your warm mouth kisses him. No words are murmured, but the tide carries you both. 

Ferid's palms squeeze you to his chest, he hugs you so needy.

The vampire can feel you one more time and you already receive him in a dreamlike reality.

#ferid bathory #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #ferid bathory x reader #owari no seraph x reader #seraph of the end x reader #ferid bathory headcanons

[egg-emperor]

Proof of drLvorobotnik Twitter reposting my stuff since they wanted to stir drama and make it public after I tried to DM privately.

Colors Japanese translation screenshots - exact amount, frames, sub text size, etc

Repost FEB 27 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1630147943217889281

Og JAN 27 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/707566272731316224/based-japanese-colors-eggman-hes-like-you-are?source=share

See any differences? Exactly. Was even scheduled to post exactly a month after mine in this case. It's not a coincidence.

Cute style art upscale in which I erased the bg, lined up the art, and upscaled myself

Repost JUN 15 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1630680372932407296

Og JAN 5 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/705652378852032512/i-finally-found-the-sheet-of-the-clean-art-of-the?source=share

I cropped and lined up the art myself too before upscaling it. Want to see the original it comes from?

Now try to tell me they coincidentally edited and lined them up exactly the same way

Archie cover EDIT and upscale:

Repost JUNE 20 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1670954778547855366

Og JAN 27 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/707561354007019520/i-absolutely-adore-this-cover-its-one-of-my?source=share

This includes my art edit. Let me show you how

The actual cover had a glasses lense coloring error on the left, where the blue goes too far and isn't circled off. And there's a white border around the bg https://www.deviantart.com/sdowner/art/Sonic-Universe-39-Cover-282494516

Notice how the repost has my cropped and fixed circled left lense edit version? I drew that black line on and colored it myself.

Actual cover:

My edit:

The repost:

My recording of the actual game I then screenshot that's overly saturated because of the recorder having issues, exact frame in my post too:

Repost JUNE 22 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1671702742698541056

Og MAY 7 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/716691124721500160/im-planning-on-making-a-much-more-in-depth-post?source=share

Eggman slapping belly gif

Repost JUNE 28 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1674137071349317633?s=20

Og DECEMBER 5 2020: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/636629231814705152/i-realized-that-ive-only-ever-made-a-gif-of-my?source=share

Origins floatie gif

Repost MAY 16 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1658329878146560001

Og JUNE 21 2022: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/687689067876548608/sonic-origins-eggman-gifs-55-look-at-him-on-his?source=share:

Origins fist pump gif saturated with added contrast by me

Repost JULY 3 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1675933625362030602:

Og JUNE 21 2022: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/687689104200269824/sonic-origins-eggman-gifs-25-mischievous-egg?source=share

They're the exact same starting frame, length, and added saturation and contrast by me. I have way more of these too

They started trying to screenshot my gifs thinking I wouldn't notice, like this sandwich gif. I turned up the lightness in this gif so you can barely see Eggman's glove on the right side. You can see this is in their repost screenshot too, it also matches the very first frame of the paused gif. It's from me.

Repost JULY 24 2023: https://twitter.com/DrlvoRobotnik/status/1683292101990129665

Og JUNE 7 2020: https://www.tumblr.com/egg-emperor/620225073127768064/eggman-sandwich-appreciation?source=share

I'll be adding more to this as I gather the rest as there's many many more, too many to cover but I have at least 30+ of them saved that I could compare. But just getting these out before they private, block me, or delete the tweets. If they do it's further proof they're guilty and trying to cover their tracks. Though these images clearly prove enough

[kirathehyrulian]

🔮Witch!Sam Bingo🔮 🚘🐺Friday Drive🐺🚘

(Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least please give me credit.)

Square Filled: wolf!familiar Event: @witchsambingo​

For more art from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr. 👇(Art Notes and sketch below the cut) 👇  

Art Notes: I finally finished my first square for the Witch!Sam Bingo!🙌 I’ve been trying to do that for a year now, but I couldn’t settle on an idea for any of the squares. Finally, last month I had sketched out this on cardstock paper, thinking I should try again at another traditional ink and marker drawing:

And I like where this sketch was heading. I was like what’s not to love with mixing classical spn with witch!Sam elements? But, I knew I should just take it over to digital instead of risking me screwing up the inking process with traditional mediums. So I took a picture of it and traced, adjusted, and fixed stuff in Sai. But, it took me so long to get it all done because I kept procrastinating with it. I was just, for some reason, struggling to work on it. Eventually, when I got to the end of the shading and all of the lighting stages I mainly just slapped it all down just to get it done. I wanted to be finished. It’s been hard to art lately. I can get spurts of art in every once in a while but it is not reliable.

The background was an image of a cornfield I found on google that I took to Ps elements 15 to motion blur and change the coloration, lighting, and shading. I really could not be bothered to do a hand drawn background here. And tbh, I don’t think it would have turned out as well if I did. I’m actually pretty happy with how the background turned out.

I probably should have Gaussian blurred Dean but, I didn’t want to take the time. The me right now is satisfied enough with it.

References that I used for Sam and Dean: For Sam’s face I referenced a flipped 7x06. Sam and Dean’s outfits/body’s and inside of Baby I referred to both 1x02 and 1x05 where Sam and Dean are in the car. For the wolf I referenced two google images of an orange-ish wolf that I thought looked pretty. (One that was just a side profile of the head. The other a full body side profile)

I have no idea how to approach the other eight squares, but I’m hopeful that I’ll get some ideas eventually. It’s a lucky thing for me that the bingo decided to drop the deadline. Otherwise none of this would have happened.

But, for now I can at least cross one off the grid.

I didn’t really listen to anything specific for this....well I did keep relistening/rewatching electricmonk’s vid for a little bit towards the end so that kind of counts. Too gorgeous of a vid not to rec anyways.

And, I think that’s it. Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

#sam winchester #witch!sam #witchsambingo #gencest #gencest art #sam winchester appreciation #dean winchester appreciation #impala 67 #myart

[daughter-of-sapph0]

Anakin's / Luke's / Rey's lightsaber throughout the movies

from left to right: revenge of the sith, a new hope, empire strikes back, the force awakens, and rise of skywalker

made in Pixel Studio at 256*256 resolution. I included the color pallets in the image. (but I'm stupid and I probably missed one or two colors)

the references I used were extremely low quality and had some sorta shit lighting. I fixed most of that, but kept the main color of the lighting because it sorta fits the tone of the movie it's in

anyway, if you like, reblogs are appreciated. I'll be sure to make more cool pixel art stuff soon.

please don't repost my art on other websites. reblog, don't repost.

#dostxt #my art #dospics #lightsaber #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #rey skywalker #star wars #revenge of the sith #a new hope #the empire strikes back #the force awakens #the rise of skywalker #the last jedi #pixel art #pixel #digital art #pixel studio

[honeyfolklore]

Welcome to my blog!

About me

I go by the nickname Grim

She/Her

I'm a huge fan of artists like Florence Welch, Hozier, Greta Van Fleet, Taylor Swift, etc.

Requests

Check my bio to see if I'm currently taking requests! Sometimes I take a break from them for creative freedom purposes.

Requests are free- but if you really want, tips are greatly appreciated!

You can request lyrics from just about any artist.

I mostly do light wallpapers (my default beige) but I also do black, black and gold foil details, pastels, etc.

I may take a long time to actually post the request because I am pretty busy in my real life, and I forget things very easily; "out of sight, out of mind" type of deal. Please be patient with my poor little 1 brain cell that I own.

Shop

I have a shop on Redbubble where I have many different designs on many different products; like stickers, pillows, bags, coasters, etc.

If you don't see a specific design on my shop that's on this blog, just let me know and I will add it for you.

Credit

I always try to give credit where it is needed, and sometimes I do "covers" of other peoples art; when I do this, I will always have who the original artist is down in the text portion of the post.

If you see a design that was made by someone else and they (for whatever reason) are not credited in the text portion of the post, DM me and let me know and I will fix it right away.

All images that are hand drawn art (obviously excluding the images of Florence or images that I may use in my mood board posts) are mine- unless stated otherwise.

If you repost any of my work, I ask that you give me credit or I will ask for you to take it down. I do all of this for free, but it is still my art that I have taken hours to make and put a lot of love in.

Thank you for all of your support! Xxx

#I finally made an introduction post! #love you guys

[starrzies]

★Fen Brainrot [OC Art]★

Okay, hear me out. I have so much brainrot for my own character it has overtaken my every waking thought. So, here are a BUNCH of doodles and finished pieces! If you wanna be moots or wanna have any OC interactions,,, please,,, I would love it. My LMK sona, Fen, is my beloved child. Adore them, will hold them gently in my hand and show them off.

1. Riverside Relaxation (DTIYS Linked)

DTIYS for 300 followers on Instagram!! I decided to use Fen and went ahead and did some scene practice as well! Here is the link!

2. Reference Sheet!! Made her an official reference sheet!! Additionally, I updated her ToyHouse profile!!  I broke her coding the other day though so I have to fix that eventually,,,,

3.Doodles Time!! Bunch of doodles I’ve drawn recently!!

Doodle 1- Stupid Chibi Doodle. It’s canon that when she’s flustered her tail puffs up ^^

Doodle 2- Asmoday (left) belongs to Kaz! OC interactions between these 2 characters because they’re besties. They cause problems on purpose. Asmoday would come to visit Fen JUST to spill a shit ton of drama so they can laugh at everyone.

Doodle 3- ‘Kaiju’ Concept! Something like SWK’s War Form and Macaque’s Shadow Monster ^^ I have my own headcanons for the series and such and I intend to include it in my AU that I will EVENTUALLY work on. Notes for the concept are in the image ^^ I’m not sure if I want to make this concept canon to Fen’s backstory and such!

Doodle 4- Concept for an AU of Fen! Scars are not canon to her backstory or anything. Part of a self indulgent series which will never see the light of day. 

Doodle 5- HEART CHEST FLOOF SUPREMACY!! Was meant to be a warmup but ended up being a cooldown because I sketched this and then passed tf out because I drained my energy on homework. Was too exhausted to care how this really came out ^^

That’s all I got of Fen recently!! I’ve been pretty dead recently so I’ve just been trying to do more sketches so I don’t burn myself out into nonexistence!  If you wanna do an art trade PLEASE!! Let me know!! I would love to draw some more LMK ocs! :]

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[eyeballtank]

Notes to self in terms of art practice. (Reposted from NewGrounds)

Don't delete old drawings and scribbles.

Use reference.

Sometimes use your arm when your wrist isn't enough in some areas.

Depending on character color palletes, make the lineart/sketches at first have an "outlier" color (Example: When drawing Bonka, i used some green sketchy lines underneath because it's not a color part of her main design).

When i can't use real numbers or better measurements for characters, might as well get creative even when measuring stuff by heads isn't enough (Like using some object like a Mario question mark block as reference and use it to measure a full character or head because why not).

Maybe use some transparency for your brush, specially for sketchy lines underneath the character; Nearly every artists does this, digitally and traditionally.

Dynamic brushes in general matter, even if your real life tablet/pen are limited and prevent you to explore Krita's potential in this area.

More scribbles and lines is probably a good thing if it helps me to choose the main lineart or at least add more details

Maybe portray lighting as "tubes" as the same size as an object, along with shading to add dimension and a "back wall" to recieve a shadow or something.

Use shading/lightning in general, even if it's basic, to make drawings less flat.

A good way to add shading is to imagine "prespective" from light: If light cannot see a thing/if it's behind something else, there's a shadow.

A way to add dynamism is to imagine/draw arrows pointing the "direction" of the shapes.

A shading technique i could take from some comics is have black lines tied to line art COMBINED with color value/saturation changing, to include 2 types of shading at once.

If certain characters have BLACK/WHITE as colors in their designs, use specific shades to differentiate from lineart and parts of shading.

In some occasions, remove lines from the main lineart layer, in case certain things look better without lines and are just 2 colors complementing each other.

Rotate the canvas and mainly use a horizontal one.

Try using a bigger canvas and stop worrying about scale or else that's how you end up with drawings too small for their own goods; It's why you had that face/body seperation idea in the first place and your faces look off because they don't have enough space to be "fixed".

Look up tutorials, both video and images, because i realized some Twitter accounts started deleting previous tweets so thank God i saved up some images myself.

Try to nail a balance between pratical and analytical.

Just draw more in general, even for small practice.

Use thinner lines.

When it comes to hair or pipes, maybe i could use thick strokes/lines in a specific layer then trace thinner lives above it.

If you have trouble with curvy lines, maybe go for straight/blocky lines at times.

Speaking of drawing squares/lines before circles/curves, how about drawing 3d shapes like cubes or prisms (hexagonal, heptagonal, octagonal etc) instead of cylinders? Specially if i twist these shapes.

Maybe make the pencil transparent and keep drawing the same shape before it gets more solid.

Close ups too.

Look up what the programs you use can do, can't believe it took me so long to learn about Krita's measurement tool, the freehand selection stuff and the quick clipping group thingy.

Also, mirror/simetry stuff and maybe the multibrush tool.

Use more "construction" methods because "building blocks" are an essential art thing.

Tracing is bad but at least use it to "deconstruct" certain images by drawing shapes over them, just to try and guess how other artists drew certain images; Basically, just to explore an image and not trace it for an actual piece because that's just thievery, will impare actual learning and anyone will catch me for it (In general, maybe go with photos of real objects and people instead of other people's art? I dunno, getting kinda desperate here).

Consider a gravity/mass/weight line and lines of action/movement to make poses less stiff.

Pose thing: Add circles to mark someone's feet for both ankles and toes.

When drawing circles for heads, i could draw a cross and turn it around and then add circles around the cross' lines to inspire prespective/angle stuff (Inspired by Akihito Yoshitomi).

When it comes to head shapes, maybe do the Bruce Timm thing where most males have a flat/linear chin while girls have a pointy one; Meanwhile, smaller/kid characters could be more chibi/anime-like in comparison.

Add more detail and shapes to "models" and anatomy before drawing the character in above layers.

Layer order could be: Lines/basic shapes > volumetric forms > maybe some grid map thing > sketches > colors > shading > main lineart

Maybe use better references like 3D models, i mean i got MakeHuman so better make use of it.

While at it, practice Blender.

Might as well draw as the first thing done when turning on the computer because i've been slacking.

Ask for some help.

Maybe try and setting up smaller goals, so opposites can happen and you end up doing bigger stuff (Because overpromising and ambitious goals can lead to little or nothing, so be better at selecting steps at least)

Maybe a way to do character concept art is to draw a "full body" piece where the face isn't there and then the "full head" with the actual face details.

I guess listening to music helps.

Need traditional drawing too, but i need to buy a sketch book and other assets first.

For the above, i could use a scanner or at least a phone app to digitize traditional drawings,

Maybe open up more to people about your ideas, if you want help in general instead of waiting for a big surprise that may not come.

Might as well lie to people and say "I'm gonna draw this" and make that manipulate me enough that i end up drawing "that" and it's no longer a lie (Something to do with how writing goals and telling them to others affects the probability of it being done or how you communicate the stuff)

"Why do i don't draw as often?"

It can be other reasons besides just lazyness, distraction, procrastiation etc:

I have to put my HUION tablet on top of my keyboard (And sometimes, i borrow it to other people if they need it).

My house was always a mess that my current room was built as a kitchen first.

I live in a small village where the electricity can be out sometimes due to construction outside.

Outside noises like church bells and animals (Ear plugs aren't enough).

My internet can be pretty bad, specially because of the USB thing my PC is connected to.

Most of my internet activities are private and i just don't feel like explaining people some of the things i do.

Speaking of real life, i could also be busy with jobs/work too, since i always expected that for better or worse, i'd have a second job for money reasons.

There's a lot of reasons why i not only want more money but to even move to a better house and place.

I just hope most of my ambitious and goals don't turn out to be regrettable and i become much more less like people who make "relatable artist memes" about how they don't draw and how quirky that is.

Better not let myself caught up by small inconveniences.

Any help about overcoming art blocks is appreciated.

#art #krita

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct drabble #nct fic #nct scenario #hyuck smut #doyoung

[peterbarnes]

Maybe Chapter 1

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Reposting this b/c last time it didn’t end up in any of the tags and it flopped. Here’s to hoping my account won’t glitch again 🥂

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

The TVA halls were always eerily quiet. You used to be uncomfortable making your way through them, constantly looking behind your shoulder, meeting your colleagues uneasy glances. But after being in the agency for- god, you don’t even know how long- it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. At least it didn’t now, as you ran through them, desperately trying to hold onto the piles of documents in your hands.

You didn’t expect to have such a prominent variant case come by you today until Hunter B-15 stormed into your office in full armor.

“Mobius is trying to reason with the variant. Get in there and fix it,” she said, slamming the pile of documents on your desk before turning around and leaving.

“Um…okay,” you said to her retreating form.

You picked up the documents in front of you, carefully skimming through them before stopping at the first image you saw. It was of a lean man with smooth, pale skin and dark hair that flowed down right above his shoulders. His eyes, however, were what made you stop reading. They had a certain mischievous glint in them, almost a sparkle, even with the somewhat uncertain look on his face.

“No way,” you whispered as you scanned over his face again. “What the hell is the God of Mischief doing here?”

You’ve never run to see a variant before, but you had to see this. Once you reached Mobius’ office, you were completely out of breath, leaning on the pale beige wall beside you. You went to open the door and walk in, but stopped as you heard muffled voices.

“And then the Dark Elves attack the palace, and you think you send them to Thor. But instead, you lead them right to her.”

“I don’t believe you. You’re lying. It’s not true.”

“It is true. That’s the proper flow of time! And it happens again, again, and again because it’s supposed to, because it has to.”

“Where is she?!”

You abruptly stepped back from the door. The conversation felt too private, too intimate to overhear. You could easily tell Mobius’ voice, it was strong and firm. But the other - you’d never heard a voice that tortured before. It was almost reminiscent of a scared child.

Screw privacy, this is the TVA. We’re always up in everybody’s business.

You placed your ear back against the door.

“You weren’t born to be a king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be.”

“I thought I told you to get in there!” A voice booms from behind you.

You jump, quickly turning around to find B-15 behind you, a stern look on her face.

“Sorry, I was about to, I just got distracted-” you squeaked out.

“Move,” she said. You quickly stepped to the side, as she threw open the doors and barged into the room.

“What are you doing?” You heard her say as you peaked into the room behind her.

You’ve seen interrogation rooms plenty of times before, but you’ve never seen a hologram of the Avengers blown up in the middle of it. How do they always look so cool?

“My job. Is it yours to interrupt?” Mobius shot back, eyes glancing to your position by the door. “[Y/N], what are you doing here?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, turning back towards the three of them. And, for the first time since you got there, Loki looked at you, light eyes boring into your own. His expression was stone cold and unreadable, the scared child you’d heard in his voice nowhere to be seen.

“I…,” you stumbled before checking yourself. “I just wanted to check out the var- situation. I wanted to check out the situation.” Your eyes dropped to the floor quickly, so you didn’t see Loki’s eyebrows slightly raise as he watched you.

“Anyway,” B-15 grumbled, rolling her eyes. “We have a situation.”

“There’s always a situation,” Mobius sighed, before turning to you. “Watch him.”

“Yes, sir,” you said back, giving him a weak salute.

You stepped further into the larger room as Mobius and B-15 made their ways out, the door slamming behind them.

“And who are you?” Loki questioned, crossing his arms.

“Oh,” you let out, surprised he actually talked to you. “I’m [Y/N]. I help Mobius with dangerous variants, but I’m not a field agent, I mostly research sequence violations and do paperwork.”

“Hmm,” he huffed pretentiously.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It thickened the air. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know exactly how to go about a conversation with someone who wasn’t a co-worker.

“You know, I heard what he said to you… about your mom,” you blurted. You saw his shoulders tense and his face grimace.

Okay, [Y/N], maybe not the best first impression.

“He didn’t really mean it, though. He’s a nice person, but he’s also a trained agent. If you want answers, the best way to get them is by sparking an emotional reaction. It’s one of the first techniques agents are taught here”

Loki’s brows furrowed as he took in your words.

“That makes sense, I guess,” he said, shrugging. But he still looked incredibly uncomfortable, his arms crossed as if to protect himself as he scanned the unfamiliar room for an escape.

You sighed, walking over to the red chairs and taking a seat right beside him. His eyes no longer had the mischievous glint you saw in the photo- they looked haunted.

“There’s no point in looking for some sort of escape, you’re not gonna find one.”

His eyes snapped towards yours, glaring at you.

“We’ll see about that,” he scoffed. “And when I escape, I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”

“Oh, please, will you stop with all that conquering shit? Just because your life isn’t what you thought it was, doesn’t mean you don’t have a glorious purpose,” you told him, poorly imitating his accent towards the end.

“Don’t mock me,” He tried to say intimidatingly. Instead it came out as more of a whine.

“You had people that loved you,” you said softly. “I think that’s one of the best gifts time can give. Things like that don’t happen here. I’ll never have that.”

Loki’s eyes trailed over your face, fully taking you in for the first time. He spent a good moment looking at you, at the longing on your face.

“How long have you been here?” He asked, his voice matching your softness.

“Too long,” you laughed. “It could be hundreds of years, thousands? Or maybe even a week, who knows. Time works so differently here”

There was a long beat before he responded. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

You smiled at him and you swore you could see the corners of his lips slightly lift.

“If it helps,” Loki started, his voice rising again to its previous grandiose state. “It looks like I’ll be here for a while…” He trailed off, his tone now playful.

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at his words. His smirk turned into a full-blown grin at the sound. He couldn’t help but think that he’d happily listen to it for the rest of eternity, even if he had to stay in this hideous beige jumpsuit.

“Maybe, Loki. Maybe.”

Part 2

#loki x reader #Loki #loki laufeyson #loki layfeyson x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x oc #loki smut #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston x you #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #thor ragnarok #thor #thor love and thunder

[perfectlypanda]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home

♥ Please do not repost. If you like it and want to show people, share a link to this page instead. Thank you!

edit: moving the still image out from under the read more because Tumblr is only loading the gif about half the time when I look at this. Hopefully that fixes the problem. Bit of a shame, I really like the way the fireflies light up in the gif version.

“Fire Lord Zuko sure spends a lot of time with the ambassador from the Southern Water Tribe.”

“Of course he does, they’re old friends. Pass me the broom.” 

“I know that. I’m just saying they spend a looot of time together. Do you think…? 

“You’ve been listening to the palace gossip again. You’re here to work, not spread rumors.” 

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” 

“Besides, it’s none of our business if the Fire Lord and Master Katara take a lot of long, late night walks together.”

“You think so too! I knew it!” 

"Hush! Those shelves aren’t going to dust themselves.”

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[yn-x-animeboy]

Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.4

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

synopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

Parts: 1 here, 2 here, 3 here 

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Part 4 - Hotel? Trivago.

you started to sing and suddenly you heard a voice behind you singing with you, and you couldn’t even turn around to prove you were not mistaken, you knew that voice too well, the live audience was losing it, the crew looked excited, you went numb, you looked back and it seemed like a joke, a complete dream…..

The seven guys were coming out from behind the curtain, being led by Jungkook, he was singing the bridge of the song, mic in hand and just looking at you. Your knees gave out and you curled on your knees as you cried on your knees, ‘there is no way’, you could even begin to process what was going on, The boys were a little shy and stayed behind you as Jimmy lifted you from the floor and made you look at them. 

Once you could stand up/being held up by Jimmy, RM was the first to approach you, they all introduced themselves and after they bowed their heads out of respect and you did the same, you looked at them in awe. Then they greeted Jimmy too. Jungkook signaled you to keep singing the last part of the song and as a professional singer you did. You picked up your singing almost at the end of the song: “kkumeul geonneoseo supul neometro, seonmyeonghaejineun geu goseuro ga” holding the mic with to hands trying to hide your shaking hands Jungkook standing next to you to the left and the guys with Jimmy around the both of you; you lifted one hand from the mic and showed it to the closest people to your right which were Jimin, V and Jimmy; and just as you put it up to show how shaky it was Jungkook took your hand as he sang: “Take my hands now, You are the cause of my euphoria.” You really looked at him for the first time ever, you had never seen him in person before…. Your eyes met each other for a split second.

The guys, Jimmy, the crew, the audience, everyone cheered and squealed at this little interaction; you both blushed and dropped each other's hands. You turned back to hide your face covering your mouth as you got teary eyes. The guys near Jungkook hit him and teased him due to his ‘out of the blue’ confidence. He was normally more shy when it came to interactions with strangers, especially if it was with women. But even Jungkook seemed surprised at himself; he blushed too, but kept going. You both finished the song, harmonizing perfectly, facing each other, but avoiding his eyes, you felt so vulnerable looking at his eyes.

They all applauded once you finished and they cut to a commercial break. The guys were taken by crew members to get mic'd up, and Meg once again for the third time tonight fixed your appearance. They went back from break and sat on the couch next to Jimmy, they made a space for you in the middle of the guys, and you took a seat with trembling limbs as the ‘back from commercials’ music played and the audience cheered.

On the main couch sat RM nearest to the desk, then you to his right, Jungkook next to you and Suga on the end of the medium couch; behind you V, Jimin J-Hope and Jin sat on higher chairs all facing the front. Jimmy spoke “so I heard you introduced yourselves o y/n in english with the help of RM, but she can actually speak Korean. Y/n why don’t you introduce yourself?” They all turned to you from all angles; “Oh i'm so sorry; RM was so kind to translate when they introduced themselves, I didn't want to seem rude by interrupting him, but sure um-” you switched to korean and looked around you to the boys “Hello, my name is y/n, I am so pleased to meet you all, it's a dream come true, please take good care of me” The guys immediately made small comments at your cute Korean accent, “aww so cute” “wow you are good” “cute” even though a Korean person could probably tell Korean was was not your first language due to the accent difference, you where really good at it. 

“So I wanted to ask the guys a couple of questions too, thank you guys for coming, it's always a pleasure to have you all.” Jimmy said, after this he introduced them to the audience and gave them a proper introduction. Jimmy proceeded to catch up with the guys, asking them questions too; you helped RM translate too, which made the interview run smoother, you were making the guys laugh with your small contributions (by adding comments or opinions in Korean). During this time Jungkook and you were sitting so close to each other, you could see eachother out of the corners of your eyes, you were each other's celebrity crushes after all.

After a while you started loosening up and getting more comfortable; this was part of your personality, you were known to be a social butterfly, so even though this was a dream come true and you couldn’t stop crying like 15 mins ago; your body knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and that there is no time to be all shy and quiet. You got looser, bolder, and more confident, actually showing your real personality, the personality the boys knew you like from your videos and social media. (and the personality that made Jungkook so drawn to you in the first place.) Your change in personality even made the boys less stiff and more relaxed too.

After the catch up with the guys you all stood up to play another one of Jimmy’s famous show games/challenges/activities. “So now that you all are more comfortable with each other let’s play a game, this game is called ‘Guess The Jam’, Basically we will play a song and like earlier you have to dance to it; the difference this time is that the dancer will be wearing headphones and others have to guess the song they are dancing too by just judging the dance moves. 

Y/N will be dancing to BTS songs and BTS is going to dance to y/n songs, yes?” You were now standing WITH them instead of next to them/distant from them, you all seemed like you bonded. “yes” “Let’s GO!” “I got it”.

Again the game was a success you danced to multiple songs and they all guessed their title by your dancing to all of the songs that had been assigned to you; and you were so impressed at the seven grown a*s men, dancing perfectly to random songs of yours, you guessed most of them, but you got distracted at times form the hilarious scene in front of you. *J-Hope trting really hard to coordinate everyone in seconds to make the dance clear, they eventually would give up and dance their hearts out*, leaving you with no other choice but to TRY and guess what the hell they were dancing to. 

At some point the maknae line (V/Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook) made you dance with them to some of the songs (IDOL, Boy with luv, Burning up, etc) while the hyungs cheered you guys on, and also while J-Hope recorded you four like you were his children dancing at a school show. 

You all took a break after the dance segment and went to freshen up while Jimmy did another sponsorship. You changed back to your Fancy outfit and Meg AGAIN, for the millionth time tonight fixed your image, your team/crew would hype up and get all supportive since BTS arrived, telling you you were doing great, and how this was your dream come true, etc. You thanked your manager too, every time you briefly saw him during the ‘touch up moment’, then you went back to the studio couch with the boys in the same order you were sitting before.

You didn't notice but Jungkook looked at you in awe as you came out with a different outfit, the guys had been watching the whole show up to the point where they surprised you backstage, meaning he had seen the outfit before, but the view in person was different; he proved his hypothesis to be right...you truly lighted up a room the minute you walked in it. He composed himself, he was being shy and quiet while you were showing a more inviting and relaxed vibe. (Pfft he had no idea you were still shi*ting your pants hahaha).

“So  y/n and I talked about this earlier; she is going to be performing tomorrow for the Billboard awards, and I hear that you guys will also be performing. Is that true? RM was about to translate to the guys and then answer Jimmy, but you handled it and translated Jimmy’s question to the guys for him, letting him answer comfortably; sometimes he could have a hard time during interviews in english because he had to constantly translate for the guys; this little gesture meant so much to him. “Yeah, we too are going to be performing tomorrow, we are really excited and thankful for the opportunity, and we are also excited to watch the whole award show too,” RM said. They were also nominated and were going to watch the show, you got a little excited your were going to see them again tomorrow, even if you knew you probably were only going to be able to see them on stage due to how hard it was actually to ‘hang out’ with other celebrities on award shows due to the different schedules and hectic environment. Nevertheless you were trying to enjoy your little burst of confidence and take in every moment right now with the guys; you knew your friendship would probably last only for today. (a/n oHhH muahahah u thought y/n)

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The Jimmy Fallon Show was a complete success, the plan worked, your team and BTS’s team with the help of Jimmy were able to surprise you guys; the timing worked because you were both in the same place due to the billboard awards and your performances.

After the show you even hung out a little with them before you all had to go. The chemistry between you and the guys was unbelievable, it seemed like you guys had been close friends all this time. 

RM and you bonded over speaking english, even teasing others by speaking english and not translating back for them; Suga and you had bonded over producing music, you both talked about how the process is for the both of you, and he even said he would love to work with someone like you (even though he was normally a more chill, cold person to strangers, he immediately felt comfortable to show you his warmer side, that’s your charm); J-Hope and you bonded over dance, you both ‘fangirled’ about each others’ skills, you too both agreed that working with each other in the future would be so cool; Jin and you seemed like siblings I swear, he too is normally more shy when it comes to one-on-one interactions with strangers but due to your boldness, you immediately bonded by teasing each other, he would also try and make you cringe with cheesy Korean dad jokes, but you always had another cringier joke to fight back with; Let’s just say you passed Taehyung’s vibe check, he really likes your personality and you met all his expectations of you, he was not disappointed, out of all of the guys you had the quickest bond with him, he now even has a nickname for you and you too also start to call him ‘Tae Tae’ after just a couple hours of meeting; Jimin struggled a little at first to approach you, he was really fangirling over you once the cameras were cut, but you approached him and made him feel comfortable, he then immediately loosened up and bonded over your similar personalities, it was like hanging out with a literal different version of yourself, you even already had inside jokes with him too; and Jungkook…. oh Jungkook, you guys seemed to fit so well, in the little time you both hung out you were making each other cry laugh, you had small conversations about music, dance, about your cultural differences, he even said that if you ever went to Korea, he would like to show you around his favorite places, but every time you guys would chat with each other or literally by just existing next to each other, the guys would act weird and either make small comments and noises to tease you, or try and give you space in the small dressing room by standing up from the couch and dashing to the corner of the room (again imagine six grown men huddled in the corner trying to act ‘natural’ when Jungkook only handed you a bottle of water that was brought in by a crew member).

It was crazy how quick you all created this friendship, the guys had already talked amongst themselves and agreed that no matter what, they would really care for this friendship and that they would do everything in their power to keep you in their lives (Suga said that he was down to kidnap you from america and take you to South Korea in case you all became distant). 

You were currently sitting in their dressing room chatting, basically getting to know them and them getting to know you (y'all were having some deep conversations) you also learned you were staying in the same hotel and that the next day you all had rehearsals at the same time for your performances, you compared your schedules and  they seemed to match up for the most part. In conclusion you were staying at the same hotel, had rehearsals at 8:00 am in the same location the next day, and you guys wanted to hang out a little more.

Your managers came in to tell you that the cars were ready to take you to the hotel, you got a little sad you had to leave them for the ride back, but their manager said “Oh, y/n, you get to choose who you want to travel back with, we canceled your car so that you could drive back with the boys” you smiled from ear to ear and quickly introduced yourself to the bilingual man in charge of managing the guys behind you who were currently fighting over who you got to ride back to the hotel with. 

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Due to the fact that no one wanted to be left out riding back without you, you where currently eight adults...packed tightly into a small van on the back seats. Both of your teams/staffs watched as you all tried to get in the van, like children (screaming, pushing, laughing) they didnt know if they should find this cute/funny or drag you all into separate vans once and for all. 

“Dude I can feel your fuc*ing hair IN MY NOSE, move” Suga spoke, “Whose hand is that, ey they getting friendly” Tae said, as a joke you said “That’s my hand, my bad” making everyone laugh. “Jimin you know, you are not so light weighted, I need blood circulation” Jin commented, “Oy aren't you sitting too close to y/n kookie? If something happens I’m taking y/n’s side.” You all laughed, it was true tho, you were basically on top of Jungkook but weren't you all ‘TOO CLOSE’ to each other? I mean- 3 seats for 8 adults? It definitely defied the laws of physics but it worked out. 

The ten minute ride to the hotel was interesting; the first 5 minutes were silent, after 2 minutes you asked for the radio, but it was broken, after 2 more minutes you could faintly hear Jin’s moaning out in pain as he was being suffocated; due to the weird sounds he was making, the context and your ‘dirty minded heads’ you and JK burst out laughing, making the others infected with your laughter, this until you arrived.

Once you were at the hotel, your teams made you stand like disobedient children in a line ‘soldier style’ while they arranged the room situations. (you had stayed at a different hotel in the afternoon due to its closeness to the Jimmy fallon set and due to the fact you only used it to nap and shower, but this hotel was closer to where the billboard awards where and to where your rehearsals were so this was your temporary home for now, aslo your team had to rent a lot of rooms for the 20 or so people traveling with you. BTS had to do the same) 

While the keys were being activated one of the BTS staff members started to ask the guys for their room service orders, so the kitchen could start making them; your manager’s assistant also took your order and while you were busy choosing your dinner, the maknae line had an idea...

Once you finished ordering Tae and Jungkook interlocked their arms with yours tightly and Jimin spoke to staff: “Excuse me could you please be so kind to send all of our meals to Jin’s room, (turning to YOUR staff he again spoke in broken english) y/n would also like her dinner to be sent to Jin’s room, than you all, gudnait”, 

While Jungkook and V dragged you, Jimin bowed to the staff and followed you. Suga was cry-laughing at your cruising while being dragged away, he lifted one of your dragging legs up and RM followed him, lifting the other leg. J-hope started recording the whole ordeal. Jin was following them as he suddenly realized... “Oi why does it always have to be my room? I always end up smelling like steak '' he kept following anyway. 

Your manager speeded up and walked next to your now lifted body and told you to have fun and to go to your room early to be responsible and not stay up so late for tomorrow’s early rehearsals (cute scene: without putting you down the boys stopped and lowered you a little so that you could say good night to Sam and he could kiss your forehead, they they lifted you back up)  

You arrived at Jin's assigned hotel room and the guys comfortably all spread around the room; you walked in a little shy because you had never hung out  like this with anyone, plus you didn't know what to do…. Jin was the last one to walk in and he put his arm around you encouraging you to walk in with him, he even pushed Jimin off the bed so you could sit there and he took the desk chair while you all waited for the food. You all had dinner in Jin’s room, sitting on the floor and drinking wine (Jin and Jimin insisted on having alcohol) you were having so much fun. After dinner you all kept drinking while playing drinking games with the tiny alcohol bottles hotels provide.

It was really really REALLY past your bedtimes; just analize with me: if the Jimmy Fallon show ended at 12:00am and you  guys got to the hotel at around 12:30, you had dinner, played games, drank, etc.; imagine what time it is currently…. 

You all were at least little tipsy by now, RM spoke to everyone: “Guys-ss we should probably go back to our rooms, wE hAve to be aWake and readY to gOooooo. for tomorrow..” even though he was all sloppy and slow form the alcohol he was still following his ‘leader’ role. Everyone drunkenly cleaned up Jin's room and stood up to leave to head to your rooms. Out of everyone in here, you and Jungkook were the least drunk; not because you drank less, but apparently you both were better at handling alcohol than the others.

JK offered to walk you to your room because even if you weren't super drunk you were still a little sloppy (which he was too) and your team had rented the floor under so he didn’t want to leave you alone to find your way (you found this so cute, no one had ever treated you like this, he was a true gentleman). 

Obviously the guys teased when you both walked together in the same direction, you just kept walking, making small talk. Once the elevator arrived on your floor you thought JK would ride the elevator back, but he insisted on making sure you were safe inside your room before he left. You walked through the hall, heels in your right hand and Jungkook walking to your left. You suddenly passed by a clear door that showed outside to a terrazze (basically used for smokers, but other people could use it too) and not thinking it through you took JK’s hand and walked outside.

It was a warm night and the terrazze was pretty dark-ish and small, but the view was beautiful; the night sky contrasting the bright lights form the buildings’ skyline. You looked at the view, mesmerized by it, Jungkook could only look at you, he thought you looked too beautiful and as you tightly held on to the railing looking out wide eyed at the pretty lights. 

You turned to him and realized he was looking at you, you analyzed his face thinking: ‘waw he is the most handsome man I have ever seen’ as you looked into his eyes, even through your tipsy state you realized >OMG I'M STANDING OUT HERE WITH JUNGKOOK, THE. JUNGKOOK., FUC*K, I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SHIT DAMMIT, WAIT THIS IS MY CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHAT DO I DO 

You seemed to be getting physically closer and closer to eachother, he was looking down at you in such an adoring way, but in his head he was also thinking…> OMG I'M STANDING OUT HERE WITH Y/N, THE. Y/N., FUC*K, I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE SHIT DAMMIT, WAIT THIS IS MY CELEBRITY CRUSH, WHAT DO I DO , but even though you were BOTH freaking out, the two of you knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, having someone so special to you, like this, in front of you…

You were now standing inches away from each other's faces, “hi…” you said, almost whispering as you smiled sweetly at him, looking from his eyes to his lips.

“Hi” Jungkook said in a raspy almost sleepy tone, smiling with his teeth and suddenly dropping his smile back down as he followed your eyes; he wanted to close the space between you two, but he didn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or think of him differently. 

You were the first to speak, breaking eye contact and looking at his chest. “Um, could I, if it’s not too weird, um- put...my arms around you?” you immediately regretted it; what if he didnt understand your Korean, what if you translated it wrong in your head before saying it outloud what if-.... A small chuckle coming from in front of you stopped your train of thought, Jungkook put his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at him again; he took your arms and placed them around his neck; he then put his hands on your waist, but loosened his hold and asked if you were okay with that and you nodded.

You both stared at each other’s eyes; you both fit so perfectly in each other's arms you felt so comfortable. The tension could be cut with a knife, you looked back at his lips and he did too; getting closer, you could feel his breathing on your face, you both closed your eyes and barely touched your lips together when his phone went off for the millionth time startling you, you both separated your faces and looked wide-eyed at the other, a tint of blush on your cheeks… you kissed him, he kissed you, even though it was the tiniest, shortest, lightest kiss in the history of kisses you both felt happy about it. When you realized you two had the same expression on your faces you both laughed, you had never been this comfortable with a man before, specially in such a short period of time.

His phone ket going off and off, “My phone has been ringing for so long now hahaha, since we left the elevator it has rung, but I didn't want to answer and um- you know… I don't want to answer and not be focused on you” he said as you both took a step back from each other and as he answered the 37th call after ignoring other 36 calls. 

“PFFfffft ohhhhh he answered, hi guki, um ahahaha shut the fAq uP Tae ahahahah um…. we….. can't get into our rooms'' you could hear the snickers and slow words through the phone, you and Jungkook still felt a little numb and sloppy from the alcohol, how could they be so drunk?. 

“Hyung… ugh fine, i’ll be there don’t go anywhere, nobody move, okay?” he hung up and humorously sighed, he would normally find this situation to be hilarious but the fact that he had to interrupt a once in a lifetime moment with his celebrity crush so that he could help his older brothers….dam.

You chuckled at his reaction, you picked the heels from the ground and boldly kissed him on the cheek, you walked in front of him to head inside, knowing how caring he was to his friends; but before you could go inside Jungkook stopped you by taking your hand, “I know this is an embarrassing question but if I don't do this now I may never be able to have this opportunity again…” 

You were still facing the door, your hand in his hand behind your back; frozen from anticipation of what he might say next. 

“Can I um-, *deep inhale* can I kiss you one more time before you go?” you immediately turned around (and this might be the alcohol working it’s magic but you thought ‘he is right, if this was someone else you probably wouldn't have kissed them first day after meeting meeting them, but this was Jungkook, your ‘platonic crush’ from the other side of the world, what if after this weekend you never saw each other again?’) 

Dropping your heels, and letting go of his hand you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him in to you and kissing him; you both smiled against each other's lips form the sudden butterflies in your stomach and happiness you felt. He pulled you even closer with one hand on the side of your face and the other on your hip, then he wrapped his arms around your torso and you put your arms around his neck holding each other tighter. 

This was no ‘take me now’ R-rated kiss at all; it was a more soft, intimate, sweet kiss. You let go and hugged each other one last time on that terrazze; normally you both didn't really like the whole “corny lovey dovey” scene, so once you let go you both chuckled at your cheesy moment. You walked back inside with him to look for your hotel room, he even asked if he could hold your hand while walking down the hall, you laughed a little at him and took his hand confidently. You remembered your manager told you your room was 456B when the boys were dragging you at the entrance. You  finally arrived at the door, you turned to look at Jungkook and thanked him with a warm genuine smile; he leaned down and kissed the side of your mouth and smiled back and said goodnight with his bunny smile.  :,) 

You turned around and turned the handle to open the door, it didn't open… and something finally clicked in that drunken little head of yours…. SAM NEVER GAVE YOU THE FUC*ING ROOM KEY… you felt like panicking, it was almost 5:30 am, you had to be awake in 2.5 hours for rehearsals and you had nowhere to sleep, instead of crying you laughed, you burst out laughing; Jungkook covered your mouth and leaned over you with your back against the door; he was looking around with a quiet giggle to make sure you didn't wake anyone up.

“ahhh *small giggle* ahh um yeah I would normally just cry in these situations but I- I don’t have a key… Sam didn't give me one” Jungkook was about to come up with a plan to solve this but you knew what he was going to say:  “The front desk won’t open that room for me because it is not registered under my name, for security reasons; Two they can��t give me another room because I need my card and ID to get one and I only have my phone with me; Three, I can’t wake up sam or anyone in my team because A. it isn’t their fault and I would be disrupting their sleep, B. I will get in trouble because Sam told me to come back early, and C…. idk but I wanted to say ‘and C’ ” you said, Jungkook looked down at you and couldn’t help but laugh at you. “Hey don’t make fun of me, it’s not my fault” you poked his chest. He stopped, “No, I’m not laughing at you, the guys have a similar problem apparently what a coincidence” he answered. The both of you decided to go see the guys first before trying to figure out what to do, together, as a team of 8 drunk heads. 

When you arrived on the top floor, there they where, 5 drunk BTS members in front of you; RM was leaning over a hallway wall talking to ‘nothing’ as if he was practicing how to flirt with an invisible person; J-Hope was passed out in fetal position on the floor; Suga was cry laughing rolling on the floor while also trying to click the camera button on his phone as he wobbled back and forth clicking on everything but the camera icon; Jimin was standing still, phone still in his ear, he looked at a statue (remember Kookie said on the phone with Jimin ‘nobody move, okay?’ well Jimin hadn’t moved ever since Jungkook hung up the phone); Tae was literally in the middle of performing some sort of strip/circus/magic/dance show for Suga when they realized you two standing there they composed themselves “what… the hell? hahahahahha, what happened?” You laughed out loud and Jungkook immediately covered your mouth, he quietly giggled as he had done this exact thing minutes ago too. 

In summary, once Jin waved everyone off he went into his room, that's why he is not here; Suga struggled to find his key but eventually found it in his suit jacket and was able to go into his room, he barely spent one minute in there when RM knocked at the door and told Suga that he had no idea where is room was, the keys where not numbered, so Suga said ‘I can help you’ and went out to the hallway to help him but even Suga was confused as to how HE found his room so he told RM don’t worry, sleep in my room and tomorrow the staff can help you, when he turned around to open the door Suga realized he left the key inside. J-Hope had passed out in Jin’s room and Jin had said it was okay for him to stay in his room, but J-Hope had woken up and said good night and walked out so Jin though he was all good and on his way safely to his room...WRONG, J-hope gave up 5 steps down the hall and said ‘i need rest, here floor *thump*’ and dropped on the ground; Taehyung didn’t even know he had a room for himself, so he definitely he has no idea where his room was supposed to be; and Jimin did know where his key was and room, but it apparently was deactivated, but seeing how everyone was up here he opted to not go get it reactivated, he didn’t want to be left out.

Jungkook started losing it, cry-laughing at his friends; this time you humorously covered his mouth like he did to you, as you tried to think of a solution. BINGO, you rang Jin’s door insistently until he opened up. Once he opened the door with sleepy eyes he analized the scene behind you and your hand covering the youngest member’s mouth he sighed, allowing you all inside his room. 

All of you knew you had less than 3 hours to sleep and actually do a good job tomorrow so everyone took up a spot to rest. In the bed J-hope and Jin slept comfortably; Suga fell asleep sitting down on the desk chair; Tae slept in the bathroom’s bathtub; RM threw himself on the tiny couch for two with his arms and legs hanging out from the sides; you sat on the floor leaning against the wall, Jimin used your leg as a pillow and Jungkook sat next to you, he actually did have his hotel key with him and knew his room was literally the one next to this one, but he wanted to be where you where. You both also fell asleep sitting leaning against the wall.

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PART 5------> here

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