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yoon-kooks · 2 years

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Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

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A/N: no smut in this one;;;;;;

◆ the one he drew for you ◆

Thank god for midterm week. For an art major like yourself, the usual midterm exams are replaced with art projects that you don’t really need to worry about. This actually allows you to squeeze in more tattoo appointments than usual throughout the week.

While you’re busy in the studio, your super hot smartypants boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, is busy studying for all of his comp sci exams that you know he’ll ace. The timing is a little too convenient, but you’re just happy you don’t have to make up any excuses for why you’re too busy to hang out with him this week.

It’s not that you don’t want to spend time with your new boyfriend—in fact, for the past 120 hours, you’ve been yearning for his smile, his touch. You just need to focus and power through all of your appointments now so that you can make time for him this weekend. Because this is the weekend where Jungkook learns that you and his favorite tattoo artist are the same person.

You’ve even been dropping subtle hints throughout the week to see if he can put two and two together.

Y/N🍑 [MON 11:13PM] “so i may or may not be planning a surprise😈”

Jungkook🦆 [11:14PM] “It’s not gonna be a surprise if you give me a heads up, silly”

Y/N🍑 [11:14PM] “i could give you a million hints and youd still be surprised”

Jungkook🦆 [11:14PM] “👁👄👁”

Jungkook🦆 [11:15PM] “What are you up to?”

Y/N🍑 [11:16PM] “nothing!👼”

During class on Tuesday, he bribes you with coffee in exchange for more information about this “surprise.” He knows you can’t say no to caffeine in the morning.

Snatching the hot cup of coffee out of his hand, you offer him a single hint. “Try searching through the lizard tag on Instagram.”

“You’re such a dork for lizards, you know that?” He pulls his phone out and scrolls through the many charming reptiles on social media. He swipes past all the chameleons and leopard geckos until his thumb pauses at the sight of a happy little bearded dragon. “Okay, I’ll admit that one’s really fucking adorable.”

You nod and point out a baby albino alligator. “This one’s cute too, right?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles. “Wait, is this part of your evil plan to get me to like lizards? Are you trying to start a lizard family with me?”

“No, no, I promise I’m not surprising you with a new lizard friend,” you assure him. As much as you adore lizards, you shudder at the thought of feeding them live insects.

“Then why are we looking at all these little guys?” Based on his bright smile, he’s clearly not against your lizard agenda.

“Remember when I mentioned the lizard tattoo?” you ask.

“The one you supposedly had an appointment for on the day we went to the duck pond?” Jungkook tilts his head. Then he furrows his brow. “I thought you were just fucking with me. Did you actually get it?”

You shake your head with the smuggest smile. “No, but it’s probably the biggest hint you’re going to get.”

The albino gator you pointed out earlier was the exact photo you used as a reference for that tattoo design—the one you tattooed onto a man’s calf shortly after your first kiss with Jeon Jungkook. You posted the final product on @snowsleeve’s IG just a few days ago, so there’s a good chance the boy has already seen it.

Unfortunately, Jungkook doesn’t quite make the connection.

“Then… Are you planning on getting it?” He taps the back of your hand holding the coffee cup. Even the smallest amount of physical contact between you and him is enough to give you butterflies. “Because a tiny lizard would look cute on you.”

If you weren’t in the middle of class, you’d hop out of your seat and into his lap. Instead, you lean in closer toward his side of the table and settle for something flirty.

“I’m sure you’d look cute on me, too, Jeon.”

On Wednesday, Jungkook takes a break from studying to work on the next art project assigned by your professor. The two of you claim an empty studio in the art building and get to work.

For the assignment, your professor keeps it simple with few directions. All you need to do is pick an artist with a unique style and replicate that style in a drawing of “whatever your heart desires.” To put in the least amount of effort into this project, you go with the artist you know best—snowsleeve.

When you turn to Jungkook, he’s doing what appears to be intense research.

“Should I go with Murakami or Naoko Takeuchi?” he asks. You could easily see him replicating the work of Murakami, known for his bright and bold pops of color. You haven’t seen Jungkook use much color in his art so far, but you know he’d at least have fun with it.

“You can’t go wrong with Murakami,” you shrug. “I don’t know who Naoko Takeuchi is, though.”

Jungkook holds out his phone with Sailor Moon’s squad gracing the screen. “Oh, she’s one of the lesser known manga artists out there. Guess that’s why you’ve never heard of her.”

“Fucking smartass.” Your glare lasts about three seconds before you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss. You’ve been deprived of that hot sensation against his lips for far too long, and the taste is divine. “But now that you mention it, I’m actually curious to see what you can create in the iconic Sailor Moon style.”

“Okay, that settles it. I know exactly what I’m going to draw.” The boy begins sketching an outline on his canvas with the most enthusiasm you’ve seen from him when it comes to schoolwork. He may not always show it, but Jungkook’s passion for art runs deep. And his desire to create isn’t all that different from your own. You just watch him in awe until you remember you have your own piece to work on.

The second the tip of your pencil hits your canvas, Jungkook looks over, curious about what you might be drawing.

“I’m going with body art that our good friend snowsleeve would design,” you say before he can even ask. You outline a masculine torso, strategically twisted and posed in a way to hide body parts that would otherwise need to be censored. You’re going to cover every inch of that torso in ink that would look so hot on a certain male friend of yours.

“Isn’t your style already pretty similar to hers?” He continues drawing, occasionally glancing back at panels from the Sailor Moon manga. “That wolf you drew on my hand the other day was definitely giving me snowsleeve vibes.”

“This project shouldn’t be too hard then,” you hum. At the very least, Jungkook isn’t oblivious to the similarities between the art you’ve shown him and snowsleeve’s tattoos. “The faster I finish this, the more time I can spend on preparing that surprise for you.”

“Oh? The surprise is something you need to prepare?” The tip of Jungkook’s pencil makes a hard stop against his canvas. You can see the wheels turning in his head. “Are you sure you aren’t setting up a huge lizard terrarium in my apartment?”

You burst out laughing. “I’m sure.”

“The lizard thing is throwing me off,” the boy groans, tossing his head back. The naughty side of you sees this vulnerable state as an invitation to climb on top of him and relieve some of his frustration. But you know Jungkook needs to finish this project today so that he can focus on the rest of his exams for the week. As much as it pains you, you have to control yourself. Thankfully, art is the perfect distraction.

When you’re satisfied with your snowsleeve-inspired piece, you lean back as Jungkook leans over you to check it out.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think snowsleeve drew this herself.” His eyes wander across the torso, from the playful fox rolling in grass to the dancing forest fairy to a familiar wolf wagging its tail like a good boy. With its long snout, the wolf nudges a carrot toward its bunny friend as a peace offering. Among the rest of the art that fills your page, it’s the wolf and bunny image that really stands out.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say, turning your attention to Jungkook’s Sailor Moon-inspired work in progress. The beautiful heroine has your cozy vibe, your cute fashion sense, your lizards, and your personal superpower—art. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re drawing me.”

“Oh, it’s definitely you, Y/N.” His face is all smiles and crinkles as he reaches over to pinch your cheek.

“No wonder why you were so passionate about it,” you tease. You look at the heroine again. He’s right. It’s definitely you. She radiates warmth and good vibes with her goofy grin and the fun little lizard drawings brought to life by her powers. It seems the boy will never let the lizard thing go, but you love that this is how he sees you.

Jungkook nods. “I’ve realized art is a lot more enjoyable when I’m creating it with someone else in mind.”

You couldn’t agree more. The pure happiness that reflects in the eyes of your clients after their appointment is what makes it all worth it for you as a tattoo artist. Because you’ve created something personal that they can always look back on and feel some type of way about.

“That’s a good mindset for a future tattoo artist.” Your finger runs along the outline of every tattoo on his hand. He watches patiently and flips his palm up as soon as you’ve traced them all. He’s clearly asking for more of your touch. You quickly draw an imaginary smiley face on his palm before slipping his pen back into his grip. The two of you can save the handholding for this weekend.

Jungkook pouts, giving you a chance to reconsider the physical contact before continuing on with the project. Shortly after, he pokes his head up from the canvas with a sudden request. “By the way, can you give me another hint about that surprise?”

You tap the torso covered in snowsleeve’s art. “This is a pretty big clue.”

“I like my theory of you getting a tattoo,” he says with a thoughtful gaze. “But it couldn’t be that simple, could it?”

Thursday isn’t as exciting as Wednesday because you don’t have the luxury of seeing your boyfriend in person. Instead, you’re stuck in your studio from sunrise to sundown while Jungkook crams for his final and most important midterm.

After your last appointment of the night, a mischievous idea comes to mind so you decide to stick around a bit longer. First your sweater comes off, followed by your strappy bralette. You lay the client chair horizontally and hop onto it.

With one hand just barely covering both your nipples and the other holding your phone up, you snap a series of not-so-innocent photos of your bare skin against the black leather. The best pic is one where your expression is more sultry than angelic, and there’s also enough shit in the background to serve as a clue to your whereabouts.

Along with the faux nude, you send Jungkook a few messages. Hopefully, you won’t be too big of a distraction from his studies.

Y/N🍑 [8:56PM] “this is the last hint im giving you, jeon👼”

Jungkook🦆 [8:56PM] “Your boyfriend is very lucky”

Jungkook🦆 [8:56PM] “omw”

Jungkook🦆 [8:58PM] “Wait”

Jungkook🦆 [8:59PM] “Is that a tattoo place?”

Jungkook🦆 [8:59PM] “You’re actually getting one huh”

Jungkook🦆 [9:00PM] “Show me?🥺”

Y/N🍑 [9:01PM] “dont you have an exam to study for?”

Jungkook🦆 [9:02PM] “Y/N please I can’t focus on studying after seeing you like that”

Y/N🍑 [9:05PM] “good luck on your exam!👼💖💖💖”

Thankfully, your naughty photo only costs Jungkook two points on Friday’s exam, and he still manages to score the highest among his peers. To celebrate the end of a busy midterm week, you send him an official invitation to the unofficial Bring Your Boyfriend to Work Day at your studio on Saturday—the same day as his appointment with snowsleeve.

“Is Bring Your Boyfriend To Work Day a real thing?” Jungkook shoots you a skeptical look as the two of you stroll down the streets of the art district. He’s been cautious all morning. Probably due to the big surprise you won’t shut up about.

“We’re making it a real thing,” you say. “Aren’t you curious about the work I do outside of school?”

“I thought you said people just commission you for your art?”

“...Yeah.” Your voice has that but-there’s-more-to-the-story tone.

“Y/N, you’re killing me.” The boy places two hands on your shoulders and gives you a little shake in mild frustration. Eventually, though, his arms fall into a warm embrace around your waist.

On instinct, you spin around to face him. He still has dark circles from all those late nights of studying, but that doesn’t make him any less cute. With a big fat smile, you hook your arm around his and say, “The surprise will be worth it. I promise.”

“I know it will.” Jungkook lets out a dramatic sigh as you drag him along and into your studio.

It’s a cloudy Saturday morning. The studio is quite dark, but you make the executive decision to keep the cream curtains closed and the lights off for dramatic effect. But despite all the tattoo equipment staring him in the face as soon as he walks in, your boyfriend doesn’t look half as surprised as you’d anticipated. Either he’s known all along, or he’s just pretending to know.

With your arm still around his, you give him a rambling tour of the small space. “Here’s my art wall, this is fancy equipment that no one cares about, that’s the futon for when I need a nap, the back wall has some cute pictures… oh, and I have an espresso station set up in that corner. I’m learning how to make latte art.”

“Latte art makes a little too much sense for an artist who thrives on caffeine.” Jungkook grins. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that this is your second home. Your boyfriend takes the lead and sits you down in a familiar leather chair. He shamelessly stares at you through the camera lens formed by his thumbs and index fingers. “And this is the infamous chair you took that naughty photo in?”

“Maybe.” You glance up at him with the same inviting eyes from that photo. You rarely sit in the client’s seat, and the shift in power is painfully obvious. In this studio, you’re usually the one in control, the one leaving your mark on someone else’s skin. But now, Jungkook stands over you with nowhere to hide. You’ve never felt so vulnerable in your own studio. And if he wanted to, he could really mess you up.

He presses his weight against the armrests and leans himself over your body. His lips find yours and smother them with an endless wave of fervor and affection. For a long while, you forget the entire point of the outing. Nothing else matters aside from this intimacy between you and the boy you adore. You feel like you’re in a dream, the kind you never want to wake up from.

Jungkook eventually pulls back to let you breathe but holds your gaze with a subtle smirk. “I think it’s almost time for my appointment, Miss Snowsleeve.”

You study his face quietly for just a moment. There’s not a shadow of doubt to be found. His confidence is so fucking attractive.

“How long have you known?” you ask.

“In my mind, it wasn’t confirmed until today, but I’ve been considering the possibility since that night at the pool.” The boy watches as you get up to finally turn the lights on. On your way back around, you gesture for him to follow you to the back. “Did you know you and snowsleeve have the same exact texting style? Exclusively lowercase.”

“That was the dead giveaway for you?” You encourage him to take a look at the collection of photos hanging on the back wall.

“It couldn’t have possibly been the glaring similarities in your art,” Jungkook says with sarcasm. He examines the polaroids of your favorite tattoos on some of your favorite people—fellow artists like Amber and Zico, celebrities like Park Jimin and Min Yoongi, and regulars who’ve supported you since the beginning. Even Seokjin has a place on your wall with a serpentine ankle tattoo that he rarely shows off outside of your apartment. Your boyfriend points to the pic of you and Amber and adds, “Couldn’t have been your extensive knowledge of local tattoo artists, either.”

“Definitely not,” you play along.

“And the more I thought about it, I realized it wasn’t a coincidence that the snowsleeve stalked my IG and liked one of my posts on that first day of art class.”

“Hey, first of all, I wasn’t IG stalking you.” You were totally IG stalking him, and both of you know it. “And second, I guess your attention to detail isn’t that bad after all.”

“It’s kind of hard not to notice the quirky little things about you.” Jungkook’s eyes pan from you, to the wall of polaroids, and to the art you’ve poured your heart and soul into. “Is there a reason why you choose to keep this all a secret?”

You nod. It was a conscious decision to keep your art detached from your name and face. Sure, it’d become less and less of a secret as your list of clients grew, but you just wanted to prove something to yourself.

“I’ve relied on my art for most of my life. It’s always been my ice breaker, my security blanket, my escape, and it’s become the only thing I’m known for.”

You think about how in every class and every friend group, you were labeled “the quiet one who was good at art.” Everyone would make small talk with you about art galleries, awards you’ve won for your art, and Pablo freaking Picasso. Your 9th grade math teacher even tasked you with decorating her classroom in geometric art. No one ever talked to you about your favorite reptiles or your love of pineapple pizza. Because what else did anyone know about you aside from art?

“I only know you as the number one lizard enthusiast in the world,” Jungkook jokes. His down-to-earth smile is both contagious and comforting. “I get where you’re coming from, though.”

“It’s not all that different from you and your two Instagram accounts. One is for here,” you say, poking the charming dimple on his cheek. “And the other is for here.” You interlace your fingers with his tattooed ones and hold his drawing hand up. You aren’t the only one who wishes to separate themself from their art—perhaps for opposite reasons.

You want to be seen as more than just your art, just as Jungkook wants to be seen as more than his pretty face.

“Yeah,” he says softly as he threads his free hand through his hair. “By the way, I’m sorry I spoiled the big reveal.”

You shake your head. “In all honesty, I preferred you to figure it out on your own.” In an instant, your grin goes from angelic to devilish. “And besides, I have one more surprise for you.”

“Why are you smiling like that? Should I be scared?” The boy spins around and frantically checks every corner of the studio. He searches high for hidden cameras, low for booby traps, and all around for possible lizard friends. You can’t help but laugh. You’re dating a complete goofball.

“Relax, it’s behind the espresso machine.” You pull him over toward the nutty aroma of roasted coffee beans. With a straight face, you add, “Try to be quiet, or else it’ll lash out at you.”

Jungkook does a good job of staying silent, although his wide-eyed expression speaks volumes. If you had to guess, he’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “I fucking knew it. It’s a fucking snake. This is what I get for dating that adorable reptile-loving dork.”

“I’m just fucking with you, Jeon.” Despite your evil cackle, the boy lets out a sigh of relief. “It’s not something nearly as exciting as a bearded dragon.”

“What is it then?” He tries to peek over your shoulder, but the object in question is already tucked away in your hands behind your back.

You gesture for his hand, and never once has he hesitated to give it to you. After placing the small metal object in his palm, you fold his fingers around it. “Take a look.”

Jungkook unfolds his fingers and finds a shiny key.

“You’re giving me full studio access?” He definitely wasn’t expecting this one.

“You can come in anytime to practice or borrow equipment or—”

“Or make myself a vanilla latte?”

“Exactly.” You plop yourself back into the leather chair and catch the boy by his wrist. He stumbles forward with the momentum and nearly falls on top of you. “You can even do the honors of giving snowsleeve her second tattoo.”

You flex your fingers, drawing attention to the outer edge of your hand. If you want to start small, a hand tattoo sounds appropriate. And besides, you find all of Jungkook’s tiny hand tattoos so dang charming, and that may or may not be what’s inspired you. When clients ask you about it, you can tell them the story.

“I know you’re in high demand, but is there any chance I can get an appointment with you today?” you ask innocently, ignoring the fact that you’re supposed to be having a consultation about Jungkook’s next tattoo. But that can wait a little longer.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckles at your aggressive puppy eyes. If you could be an emoji, you’d be an angry one with puppy dog eyes and hearts. “But I suppose I can squeeze you in right now since you’re so fucking cute.”

You use this opportunity to give Jungkook a step-by-step tutorial on a proper tattoo setup. You show him your signature plastic wrapping technique, give him a rundown of your favorite machines, and share everything else with him that’s become second nature to you.

“So are we actually doing this?” he asks after a few practice doodles on fake skin with your favorite pen for lining. His lines are smooth, his hand is steady, and the depth looks about right.

“I’m in if you are.” You sit curled up in the leather chair, doing your best to mask the nerves building up inside your chest. The last thing you want is for your own uneasiness to rub off on a boy who has yet to tattoo an actual human being. “We can do something small and simple, just so you can get the feel of digging into real skin.”

“Bet.” Jungkook gives you a confident nod. “Any special requests?”

You point to the side of your hand, just below your pinky. “Something cute that you can freehand? Like a bunny fairy?”

“The biggest surprise of the day is that you don’t want a lizard.” He rolls in on your stool, takes your hand, and draws out exactly what you ask for. And it’s super wholesome. He leans back to get a glimpse of your reaction. “Good?”

“The best.” You can’t take your eyes off the floppy ears, the delicate wings, and the cute little heart nose. The love you feel for the boy and his art is starting to eat away at your nerves. You better keep yourself in check. Otherwise, you might do something too bold or reckless. Because that’s how safe you feel when you’re with Jungkook.

After making the switch from marker to machine, a few butterflies come fluttering back, but you’d like to believe you’ve still got a good poker face. In one hand, he wields the buzzing machine that seems a whole lot more intimidating when you aren’t the one gripping it. He slides his other hand beneath yours, against the plastic-wrapped armrest. Maybe he won’t feel the jitters vibrating through your body.

His gloved hand feels more like a fuzzy blanket keeping you warm on a gloomy rainy day. A boyfriend could say a lot of things to put his partner at ease in this situation. He might say, “It’s okay,” or “Let me know if the pain gets to be too much,” or even, “You don’t have to force yourself. I’d love you with or without this tattoo.”

Jungkook isn’t that boyfriend, though. He doesn’t need to speak into existence what you already know. He has his own way of doing things.

“Do you remember that first day in art class? When I drew that other bunny for you?” He holds your gaze for a moment. The buzzing fades into the background, and you feel the muscles in your hand loosening up. “I held your hand just like this.”

Of course you remember. No boy has ever made you feel so comforted by a single touch. That day, you were so happy. And for the first time in a while, you felt excited for the days to come. It marked the beginning of something precious with no end in sight.

You nod, prompting him to continue on with his storytime. He gives you one last squeeze before retracting his hand so that his canvas is resting on a flat surface.

“I still think about that day a lot, you know.” His voice is soft, yet everything comes out so clear above the humming. How can a boy like him be so sweet? It still blows your mind that you had this bad boy image of him when he first entered the classroom that day.

“Me too.” Your cheeks are starting to hurt from how much you’re smiling. “Little did I know, that bad boy with the tattoos would turn out to be the biggest dork and sweetheart ever.”

“FYI, you’re the only person who’s allowed to call me a sweetheart.” The face he makes at you is a mix of a pout and him trying not to smile. Whatever it is, it serves as the perfect distraction for the needle hovering above your hand.

The first needle contact is more of a graze against your skin. He glances up for your reaction. You mouth, “A little deeper,” and he makes the adjustment several times. You don’t mind that he’s slowly easing both of you into it. He could spend a week chipping away at this simple tattoo, and you’d still love him.

When he finds the sweet spot in your skin, you stay quiet to let him focus. You want to praise him for how crisp and clean his lines are, and how pretty the bunny is turning out, but you bite your tongue and save it for the end.

“Anything else I should add in?” Once he's gone over every line, he sets the machine down and lets you admire the art he’s left on you. It’s tiny, adorable, and so so special to you. You don’t need anything else.

“It’s perfect.” You hop out of the seat and stretch, admiring your beautiful new ink in the studio lights. You’re glowing. From the stool, Jungkook lets out a healthy sigh, both exhausted and relieved to know his first attempt went as well as it did. You lean over, lift his chin, and steal a kiss. “Thank you, Jungkook,” you whisper into his mouth.

He kisses you again and licks his lips.

“So, are we still having my consultation?” His eyes wander across your body, from the tattoo he gave you to wherever that other tattoo might be hiding. Something tells you he wouldn’t be against rescheduling the consultation. “If not, you can come over and play with the cat.”

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 11 months

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Hi, Atticus! Question first: Do you know anything about tomistoma? I'm a huge reptile fan, but I'd never heard of them until recently; I'd love to hear anything you know about them :) Anecdote and praise second: I LOVE YOUR BLOG! I check it literally every day to see what new, cool stuff you've shared. I recently went to the Smithsonian National Zoo, and when I walked through their Reptile House, I checked all of their enclosures for the stuff you mention in your posts :) They seemed great!

Yeah, the Smithsonian zoo is a national leader! I had the opportunity to work with Murphy, one of their komodo dragons, as part of an event for PhD-persuing herpetologists and it was a wonderful experience. I love visiting their zoo and catching up with their keepers every time I'm in the area.

Now...tomistoma!! These funky little freshwater crocodilians are so mysterious and cool.

If you know anything about crocodilians, you're probably looking at that snout and thinking "okay, so these guys eat almost exclusively fish, right?" WRONG! They're actually generalists and will eat anything that comes their way.

The long narrow snout is great for catching fish, yeah. But it's probably because they're very closely related to gharials (they're called false gharials in some areas!). The snout is probably a gharial trait, and tomistoma snouts actually widen near the base - probably they've kept the long snout for fish, and then widened it to catch everything else.

Tomistoma might have the largest eggs of any extant crocodilians!

Tomistoma are unfortunately endangered and threatened with extinction throughout much of their range. You can help by raising awareness about these awesome crocodilians, speaking up against drainage of freshwater swamplands, and avoiding purchasing any crocodilian-skin products.

#not a rating #crocodilians #crocodilian facts

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fucksurass · 1 month

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Redraw of my oc look look look hes so so DUMB

Lines to no lines. Stubby to less stubby. Circles to fingers. I love how my art just randomly changed one day bc I was experimenting with my style. L-look at it please.

More about Norman Nick Nasher under the fucking cut⬇⬇

Norman is a totally normal boy with a completely normal family. Hes an only child so its just him, his mom and dad. They love him dearly and try their best to raise him correctly. Normal right? The only thing not normal about his family is him which is weird because his name is "Normal" with an N instead of an L. Yeah I lied when I said he was normal.

Norman has a little frog under his hat named Froggo. He loves reptiles a lot but loves frogs the most which is why his hat resembles a lilly pad. He will not believe frogs are not reptiles and no matter how many facts you throw at him he will likely call you gay at the end of it. If he likes you he will talk endlessly about frogs and/or reptiles and he wont stop unless something trivial catches his attention. If he doesnt like you he quite literally will not speak to you at all.

Craig. Doesnt he look like Craig? He doesnt know who Craig is. He has no idea who the guy is which makes you wonder why Craig doesnt like him. They met each other one day and Norman would not stop asking who Craig was. It was- Just imagine this:

"Hey."

"Hi. Who are you?"

"Im Craig."

"Who?"

"Craig."

"Whos Craig."

"Me? I just told-"

"Craig... I have no idea who Craig is."

"Craig is ME."

"My name is Norman. Whos Craig?"

"Dude. Im Craig..."

"Oh. Wanna see my frog?"

"Not really."

"What?! Frogs are cool what-"

"Look I just need you to understand who Craig is. I am Cra-"

"No I dont. Could you tell me who he is? People keep saying I look like him."

"We look nothing alike. Look my name is-"

"Anyway about frogs did you know that [insert very long paragraph on frogs]?"

"Shut up, Norman. Stop talking."

"You must not like frogs... Weirdo."

"No I dont have anything against frogs I- Im leaving."

Would you hate Norman too?

Norman knows he is gay. He is fully aware and uses that to his advantage. He will call anything gay and anyone a fag. He will not stop. Oh youre on your phone too much? Thats gay. You like men? Thats gay. You study for an exam? Thats gay. Youre depressed and in need of a hug? Fag. Why he does this? Scientists have yet to figure it out. Now Norman is in fact in a relationship. Who is he dating? Some kid named Chris. To see gay art of them look into their blog @normris wanna see me cry of yippe? Follow it peas. (And thats how you sell a product)

What is Normans favorite food? Oh its just the most delicious meal ever. Broccoli. Just loves it so so much. Why? No one knows. As far as his parents know they accidentally deprived him vegetables trying to keep him happy. Norman was a quiet baby and they thought he was sad so they spoiled him. He was not sad. He just had beef with his parents because he was shaken up in the womb. Anyway about broccoli!!!! He loves the stuff. He eats it as a snack, for every meal, even just randomly takes some out of his pocket and chows down. His boyfriend recalls the time he pulled out a pack of frozen broccoli while they were coloring together.

Our last unsettling fact about Norman is that he doesnt like the bible. No this is not because his parents are atheists. Its because they encourage him to believe in anything he wants. Because of his he believes in a frog god. Why does he hate the bible? Because it, and I quote, "made the snake a bad guy. Snakes are cool maybe he just wanted eve to be healthy. The bible is gay."

The end. (If you got this far I have a lollipop for you 🍭)

#south park #southpark #south park oc #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #oc artwork #oc art #ocs #my ocs #my oc art #my oc stuff

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azulera · 1 year

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Pets at Home

Pairing: Bukayo Saka x Black Reader

Summary: You and Bukayo visit the pet shelter on a whim, and leave with a special plus one.

Notes: Saka my beloved … the most babygirl of all the babygirls. To be honest I was having a rough week, so I wrote this to make myself feel better LOL what is the point of writing if not that? anyways pls enjoy, and let me know what you think🫐

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The spotted tail of the salamander bumped against it’s cage as he chewed, and you pulled on your boyfriend’s sleeve, fascinated.

“Woah, he almost ate the whole thing in one bite.”

Bukayo leaned in closer to the glass for a better view.

“He’s hungry, isn’t he? Do they only feed my man leaves?”

The little critter started in on his second leaf, and you watched, still mesmerized by how its little body moved and blended into the foliage around him. When the third plant was securely in his belly, you looked up to find that your boyfriend was gone.

There was no sight of him among the other reptile cages, or the nearby aisles of food and pet care products, and you hadn’t noticed his leaving. You thought of calling his phone, but decided to browse around and find your way to him instead. There was one section of the shelter you two hadn’t yet visited where you thought he might be.

You followed the sound of squeals and barks, and ended up at the rear of the building, where the bigger animals were held. It only took a moment before you saw Bukayo, his red jumper catching your eye, seated in one of the play rooms for customers who wanted to interact with the animals before taking them home. He was cross-legged and enraptured by a tiny chocolate lab who was gently nibbling the tips of his fingers.

The smile on your face reached your ears as you tapped on the large window.

Your boyfriend's eyes shined as you caught his attention, and he gestured toward the creature in his hands.

“Hey, I was waiting on you! I think he likes me, you know.”

The puppy was dark brown with light spots around his eyes and on his belly, and a loose red collar on his neck. It let out happy little yelps as Bukayo cradled him against his chest, and you filled with softness, and questions.

“Baby, when did you – how did you get in here?” You asked through the glass.

“Didn’t you get my text? I was trying to find the beta-fish, yeah, but then this one here wouldn’t stop staring at me. So I asked one of the staff if I could play with him – haha, look!”

The puppy had leaped from his arms and now stuck his behind up in the air, wiggling his tail like he was about to pounce. Bukayo curled over in laughter, and gave a small tap to the side of his head.

“Oh my days, he thinks he’s a big man, innit!”

The pup barked back, and the two started to “spar”, Bukayo taking little swipes at the animal without ever putting him in any real harm. Already he handled him so carefully, you thought, making sure to avoid his teeth, and their matching red garments were picture-perfect. After another moment, he lifted his little friend with a hand around his belly, and brought him up to his face.

“Why are you so cute?” Your boyfriend whispered.

In answer, the puppy licked his tongue curiously against his nose.

The pure joy bubbling in Bukayo’s responding laugh sent butterflies flapping in your chest. You hadn’t thought it was humanly possible for your boyfriend to get any cuter, but the sight of him cuddled up and giggling with a bite-sized dog made you feel like you would melt into your shoes.

“Baby, come in here!” He suddenly called to you. “Come hold him.”

You walked into the small room and sat next to him, unable to resist rubbing your knee against his. Once you settled, the puppy in his lap scrambled over to yours, pressing his paws against your chest.

“Oh, wow, I see how it is, then.” Bukayo complained.

“Hi buddy,” You laughed and cooed to the little furry face in your hands. He let out little whinnies as he licked you. “Oh, babe, I think he likes me more.”

“Nah, it’s calm, I get it,” Bukayo spoke to him. “I feel like that about her, too.”

You smiled at him, scooting closer, and set the dog down to roam again. He went straight into your boyfriend’s arms.

“I always wanted a dog, you know, since young. My mum weren’t really having that, though.” Bukayo reached to scratch him under the chin. “We should get him.”

Your eyes widened, unsurprised by his suggestion, but feeling an intense responsibility to be the voice of reason. As adorable as the baby labrador was, today’s trip to the local pet store had been an impromptu one, a fun way for the two of you to spend a free Saturday afternoon. The plan had only been to look, not shop.

“I don’t know, babe.” You set a placating hand on his knee. “You’re away from home a lot, and I have work, and classes. Who’s going to look after him?”

“I will! We will!” Bukayo looked at you like the answer was obvious. “We can make a schedule or something, and switch off. And I’ll find a doggy daycare place, don’t they have those? For when we’re too busy.”

He grabbed your hand that was closest to him, and leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Please?”

When you didn’t respond, he pressed another one, closer to your lips this time. The puppy even leaned over, nuzzling his head against your hand.

“Pretty please?”

You sighed.

“A dog is a big commitment, Bukayo. It’s like having a kid.”

“No, it’s not, you’re gassing it! You can’t buy kids at the store.”

“We don’t even know if our flat allows dogs?” You countered.

“They do! I’ve looked it up just 5 minutes ago.”

Bukayo held his accomplice up to his face again, this time so that both their eyes were trained on you. You realized then that you’d actually enjoy having a pet, but you also wanted time to weigh the pros and cons before making such an important addition to you all’s life. Their matching puppy-dog looks and the excitedly wagging tail just next to your boyfriend’s face threatened to tip the scale.

“Okay! Okay.” You threw up your hands. “We can get him, but let’s give it a week, okay? Just to think it over, and work out the logistics. Then, if he’s still here, we’ll adopt him.”

“Yes! Haha!”

Bukayo kissed you on the lips this time, then lifted your future pet up in the air. You watched the two of them play, already imagining the chaos they would get into at the flat and in the back garden as he grew bigger and faster. It didn’t stop your chest from warming, as you leaned your head on Bukayo’s shoulder.

“He is pretty cute, isn’t he?” You mused. “What should we name him?”

The newest member of your household looked up at you both with his big eyes, as if awaiting the answer, too. Bukayo reached down to scratch his head before he turned to you, the corners of his mouth already lifting.

“Gunner.”

#bukayo saka x reader #bukayo saka x oc #bukayo saka fanfiction #bukayo saka imagine #bukayo saka fanfic #football imagine #football fanfiction #football fanfic #footballer x you #footballer x reader #soccer imagine #soccer fanfiction

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ejzah · 7 months

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I was wondering if I could make a prompt request. In season 2 episode 5, Deeks finds out that Kensi likes first dates at the zoo. Could you write a story where he surprises her with a day at the zoo?

I love all of your stories and I read them often. You are appreciated!

A/N: Thanks so much, Anon!

Random fact, but I have not been to a zoo since I was a baby (which I obviously don’t recall).

Since it wasn’t specified, I decided to place this in the six or seventh season, after Kensi and Deeks got together.

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Lions, and Tigers, and Bears. Oh my!

“You better not be taking me for some off-Broadway production of Hair or Cabaret,” Kensi warned Deeks as he drove down Route 134. About the minutes into the drive, she’s toed off her shoes and propped her socked feet on the dashboard.

“First of all, I’m impressed and touched that you remembered two musicals,” he began, lifting a hand off the steering wheel to tick off points. “Secondly, I would never take you to an off-Broadway show.” He paused as Kensi settled back in apparent relief. “That’s for our next date.”

“I can hardly wait.” He didn’t need to look to know Kensi was rolling her eyes. They were quiet while Kensi scrolled in her phone for a couple minutes. “I’ve got it! You’re taking me to Disney Land.”

“Uh-uh. Though that would have been a good one.” Deeks smiled to himself, both amused and impressed with Kensi’s commitment to discovering where they were headed. Personally, he was pretty proud that he’d successfully kept his plans a secret.

Kensi continued throwing out increasingly ridiculous suggestions (including some kind of kids fun place) until they were nearly on top of their destination.

“The Los Angeles zoo,” Kensi read, sitting up with a truly surprised expression. Deeks found one of the few parking spots available, which left them with a good little hike to the entrance. “Seriously, we’re going to the zoo?” she checked.

“Yeah. I remember it was on your list of things you liked to do on first dates. Charlene St. James,” Deeks said, grinning at the blush that rose in her cheeks at the reminder.

“Oh my god, of course you would remember that,” she groaned. “You do know I made half of that stuff up, right?”

“Mm, maybe elements, but you do hate back hair—” Kensi shuddered—“unless it belongs to yours truly. And there were other facts that have turned out to be mostly true.” He nodded towards the gate. “C’mon, let’s go see some baby monkeys.”

They purchased tickets and made their way to the reptile section first. The zoo offered a shuttle to get to specific locations more quickly, but they decided to walk, allowing for a more leisurely exploration.

There were several groups of kids in attendance, running around, shrieking at the snakes, and pressing their faces against the glass to get a better look at the grizzly bears.

Deeks caught Kensi grinning at them, her reluctance seeming to evaporate with their enthusiasm and the farther they traveled around the facility. She seemed to have a particular fondness for the tiger enclosure, spending several minutes interacting with a surprisingly adorable tiger cub.

By lunch time, they’d barely made it halfway through the attractions, but they decided to stop for food anyway. Twenty minutes later, they sat side-by-side on a little bench outside one of the food venues, Kensi armed with a slice of pizza in one hand and a churro sundae in the other. Deeks had gone with an Italian sausage and fries. A small stuffed tiger (purchased from the gift shop on their way to get food) perched between them.

“I know I was skeptical at first, but I’m having a really good time,” she said, leaning her on Deeks’ shoulder. “Thanks for planning this.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He kissed the top of her head, feeling content and relaxed. “I know it’s not super adventurous.”

“Sometimes adventure is overrated.” Kensi leaned forward to kiss him, leaving behind the taste of chocolate and cinnamon. “Sometimes adventure is overrated.” Leaning back with a satisfied smile, she finished off the rest of her food in record time, and then stood, brushing crumbs of her hands.

“C’mon, we better get going. There are a lot more animals to see and I want to circle back to the tigers before we leave.”

“I think I’ve created a monster,” Deeks mused, watching as she got a few steps ahead of him. “Hey, if I see you with a River cub sticking out of your bag, I’m calling security!”

Kensi just looked over her shoulder with a grin, holding out her hand for him as he jogged to catch up.

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A/N: Hope this is ok.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #post humbug #fluff #references to 2x5 #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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humhalle1ujah · 11 months

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"i don't know when it became me and the mean old lady i work with against the world but i guess that's how im coping with the current economic state of america"

i spent so much time with the

silly little characters in my head that the

sky turned pink at noon and i realized

i'd forgotten to eat breakfast.

i still call her my best friend but i've

been putting off responding to her text

for weeks.

i'm so sick of the melodrama.

all my friends have problems i

can't control and i'm such a good

listener for the same reason i'm good

at customer service on

phone calls.

i think that makes me a bad person.

i think i might be okay with that soon.

i think i should remember to tell her i

love her and i think i should ask how his

new job is going and i think i should have

something to eat but all we have is the

same thing i had last night and i think

if i have to pick a flavor of unhealthy

i'd rather pick the one that

makes me pretty.

i want to make tea and enjoy it.

i want to start my laundry.

i want to make enough money to

pay for half of a three bedroom

apartment and feed another reptile.

i want to get my poetry published.

i want to keep promises i made when i

wasn't so lazy.

i want to take a nap that lasts for

three years and wake up as a

more productive version of myself.

i want to sit in my mom's lap forever.

i want to leave the country and never

speak to her again.

i wish i could exist without being such a

contradiction.

i wish i remembered how to be happy

like i was when i was twelve. i cried

while sitting on the floor sometimes but

i had a best friend who'd come over and

play chess with me and it was never

two o clock before i did anything i said i'd

do in the morning.

i need to send that email.

i need to clean my room.

i need to tell my sister i love her.

i need to be better than i know how to be.

i need to stop lying to the world every time

i open my mouth.

i need to finish this poem before i write the

same thing over and over again.

#my poetry #this one goes out to deb from cracker barrel you were a huge bitch and i loved you sorry i quit

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Sugarpie

Sugarpie, honeybun, you know that I love you

"Get that away from me," David pouted at you, looking at the snake in his hand, "where did you even find it?"

He shrugged, walking back to his chair and plopping down, watching as the reptile attempted to nip his face.

It was a small garter snake, as evident from the thick brown and yellow lines dragging along its body.

You didn't mind it since it wasn't the kind that could kill you, but you still didn't appreciate having a danger noodle dangled in front of your face while you were trying to read.

Marko was equally unimpressed, standing on the other side of the cave with a few of his pigeons bundled in his arms.

"I think I'll keep it," David mused, petting its outstretched head affectionately, "c'mere pick a name with me."

Laughing softly you rose, bringing your book with you to stand beside him, bending at the waist to inspect it while maintaining a safe distance.

"It looks like a Ralph."

"It looks like a threat," Marko piped up, if he was a bird you were sure his feathers would be fluffed out by now, not that his little pointy fangs were any less of an indication that he was in a bitchy mood.

Rising you looked towards him, grinning teasingly, "awe Markie, worried our new pet is gonna eat all your birds babe?" he huffed turning from you to put them back in their cubbies.

"Oh come on, it's tiny I think they're more likely to eat it than it is them," a long set of arms encased your waist, while the figure buried their face in your curls, breathing you in.

Long blonde hair brushing your shoulders told you it was Paul, placing your hands over his as he swayed the two of you.

"Babe," you hummed, letting him pull you in deeper, "your hair smells like honey."

You laughed at him, hearing his sleepy voice as he buried himself deeper, bringing a hand up from your waist to tug on the tight ringlets.

"So, what do you wanna do today love?"

That's how you found yourself in this situation, watching Dwayne floating through the vent of the convenience store you were breaking into.

You heard a click and the back door was slid open, your pretty boyfriend smiling at you with a toothy grin.

"My liege" giggling you accepted his hand, letting him pull you through the back of the store and to where you wanted to go.

It wasn't really that surprising to find out that Dwayne knew where all of the good hair products were, no one gets hair that silky without some nice ass conditioner.

"Here," he passed you a bottle after inspecting it, looking down you gave it a nod, it was apple-scented too which was your favorite, "grab a bag, might as well stock up sugar."

Both of you were in there for well over an hour, trying out everything you could get your hands on. Dwayne even went so far as you massage oil into your hands til they were softer than ever.

It was a small slice of intimacy, but it set a calm tone for the rest of the night.

He had brought you back to the cave, more than eager to get you in the lower cave's water pools with him so he could pamper you.

You were floating in the cool water, dressed only in a pair of shorts with your arms resting on his slightly spread thighs, sighing in delight as he dragged his fingers across your scalp.

He had gone for a vanilla-scented conditioner you didn't have to wash out, suggesting something easy he could massage into your thick curls.

It was a dream. His skin warming you while you had a perfect view of his tones abs.

"You okay baby?" nodding you pressed your lips to his thigh, blinking up at him while he swirled his hands, bringing his fingers up to the ends of your hair slowly, "I'm almost done if you're getting cold."

Nodding you raised your arms, letting him raise you up and bringing you closer and wrapping a big fluffy towel around the two of you.

You both stood there for a moment, breathing in the sweet scent of vanilla and leaning your heads against one another.

Perfect

#tlb #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #david tlb #marko tlb #fluff #the lost boys imagines #poly lost boys x reader

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darkjazzpunk · 1 year

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My Baizhu headcanons so far (1-6 +1):

Just thought about putting my personal, little headcanons (6 so far + 1 from my side block) about Baizhu together since they' re scattered pretty far over my whole dashboard ^^"

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Fell free to ignore them, use them as inspiration or just laugh about them (in a respectful way):

Baizhu starts to lisp...like a snake, if he gets flustered or ashamed... or to angry. Normally he takes great care not to lisp, thats why he speaks some words with a lot of care ( or with a weird pronunciation) and slowly like 'Herbs' or 'chance'

(Snakes are reptiles, and do not have the ability to digest dairy products like milk. Milk is designed for warm-blooded mammals. But sometimes doesn't stop them from drinking it when offered...) I imagine him as highly lactose intolerant. He can't even stand the smell of milk because he knows what it would do to him and his diggestive system. He probably tried it once for the sake of knowledge but he regreted it extremly. He was probably the one who introduced Coconut milk to little Qiqi.

No one is allowed to be present when he does his accounting (not even Gui or Qiqi). Calculating with his abacus is like meditating for him... and his snake-tongue flicks on his own every few clicks...he just can't do anything against it. It's too emberassing for him...

Baizhu swings his hips quite a bit when he walks. He gets therefore (and because of his long, sleek hair) often catcalled by foreign sailors who only see his backside. It depends on his mood that day if he turns around to shock them or just lets it slide and takes it as a compliment.

Baizhu can't blush, because he's cold blooded (at least a part of him is snake... I mean look into his eyes!) He isn't the type to blush anyway (he's seen a lot as a doctor), it takes much to flatter or embarrass him but it can become chilling that there is no body reaction from his side if he doesn't artificially shows his mood.

Our snek doctor doesn't care about gender typical behaviour. He actually likes to wear lipstick now and then (blood red is his favourite). He doesn't wear it often in puplic (just because he doesn't care, unfortunately, doesn't mean the rest of Liyue doesn't care -> it could lower his reputation) but now and then he puts it on when he's alone in his private quarters or on the Pearl Galley. Or when he sees the possibility for a nice deal trough crossdressing... "In the animal kingdom, it's also the male who accessorizes with colors, what does that have to do with my gender or sexuality? Humans are so small-minded…"

Technology hates Baizhu and he hates it back! It never seems to work when he tries it or when he's even near it. But some of the technic advances from Fontaine would make things so much easier for him. Alas there is not a Chance it would work for him anyway. He just got used to it by now and keeps his hands off of it for the safety of his fragile self and others. He acts like that typical technology hating grandma because he doesn't believe he can survive another electric shock...

#baizhu headcanon #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #Dr. Bai #genshin baizhu #baizhu #changsheng #sexy snek doctor #baizhu naga #naga raja #snake doctor being a naga hihi #pre baizhu release

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cassiopeiagarcia · 6 months

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Once upon a time, in what is now Jaén, Andalucía, there was a king. And a war. Such stories usually begin this way, don’t they? Two swords clashing; the leaders of two opposite sides, the last ones standing. Around them, nothing but corpses. The sky darkened by the amount of crows flying towards the battlefield, attracted by the smell of blood, even if they yet couldn’t see it. Hungry, impatient to claim the soft tissues, to rip eyeballs from their sockets. While both kings fought and fought and fought to the death.

Moors against Christians. The year 1212. Moroccan and Arabian forces crossing the Strait of Gibraltar and ending the reign of the Visigoths. The creation of Al-Andalus, a place that would become a center of production and cultural interaction. A home for bright minds, with even brighter futures. But not all agreed – some others, of fairer skin and lighter eyes, consider the land as theirs. Could someone really claim that a piece of soil belonged to them? It seemed to be the case.

And as such, wars were fought and won and lost and treaties were sent and none of them accepted by any of the sides. ‘We won’t retreat,’ had the Moor king said. And as such, he had gone to war, in shining chainmail and armor, arm raised, holding a sword. Him and his horse disappearing into the horizon were the last things his most adored treasure, his daughter, had seen before being hidden underground, locked inside a secret room only her father knew about, with enough provisions and oil lamps so that she could survive until he was back. He hadn’t told anyone about it, hoping he could keep her safe. His last, and most fatal mistake.

Because he never returned. The Christians were victorious; her father’s heart had been punctured by a spear. She hadn’t been there to see it, but had she been, she would have watched as the king was standing there, in his white steed one second and then… not anymore. Strides behind it, he laid now, with the blade deep inside of his chest and a red stain that grew bigger and bigger and bigger. Eyes open, misted, that watched no more.

But Cassiopeia hadn’t been there. And as such, she trusted in her father’s prompt return. Prayed for it, even when madness started to get a grip on her mind, even when she had run out of oil for the lamps and of things to eat. Soon, she knew the truth she had refused to accept: no one would be coming for her.

Winter and hunger, worse enemies than entitled men. A battle she couldn’t really win. Desperation and insanity. Cassiopeia thought she would die – but she didn’t. Feverish, she couldn’t feel her frozen legs any longer, but when she touched them with numbed fingers, she found scales. Like that of a reptile.

It wasn’t long until despair became anger. And thirst for vengeance.

No longer could the big stone that acted as the door to the secret room keep her in. No longer was she scared of venturing out. No longer did she care about anything other than blood and killing and separating heads from bodies and sticking her sharp teeth on warm bodies be it woman, or man. The last vestiges of humanity she had left, she used them to sing. On dark nights, walking around, with her serpent tail acting as legs, the top half of her body covered only by red curls that reached her hips.

Whoever listens to me sing

Won’t see the light of day

Or the night of San Juan…

It was precisely the night of the 23rd of June that she found out something that would change her immortal life forever.

She woke up, ready to kill and rip and murder, as hungry as ever, to realize she didn’t crave blood. Instead, bread and potatoes and spiced meats like her mother used to cook filled her mind. Shaking her head to dispel those thoughts, she stood up from the humid floor of the castle dungeon she had made her home, only to find she still had legs.

A pair of white, sickly-looking things, filled with bruises but not with scales.

Each step felt like a thousand knifes stabbing the soles of her feet, and yet, she danced and sang and cried of happiness and did so some more when she found an old dress that had belonged to a maid once and put it on and went to the nearest town and was served mead, and bread with meat and potatoes and danced to the tunes of the local tavern’s bard, until he asked her if she wanted to spend the night with him, and she did, kissing him until her lips were sore and stroking his skin, his hair, until her hands were tired.

However, by morning, a blinding pain.

And she didn’t have to lift the sheets to know, she was half serpent again.

Because the bard’s meat had been ripped from his bones, his blood sucked and the tender hands that had caressed her body were not anymore attached to his.

Cassiopeia ran away. And hid. And started eating only lonesome travelers that deviated from the road, or those that wanted to see the legend of the Tragantía, as the locals had started to call her. She cured her bloodthirst with those that invaded her privacy, furious with their behavior, feeling rage travelling through her body instead of blood, plasma, and other fluids.

And still, every San Juan’s night, she went out. She bathed, carded her curls, wore a dress. She was still a celebrated beauty; slanted brown eyes, full lips, a round face. Too thin, from the famine before her transformation, but nothing a blouse and a skirt couldn’t mask.

Every year, she wandered the world. Stood wide eyed in front of new things – a television, you say this is called? Are there little people inside? – and heard people’s stories, mostly in bars she entered, pretending to be a foreigner, justifying that way the way in which she spoke Spanish; using strange words, that were out of fashion. But Cassiopeia still managed to make herself understood and to learn, so that hopefully, the next year, she wouldn’t draw as much attention to herself.

It was 2020 when she met him.

A man, another traveler. Perhaps looking for something else in that small town, but finding her. And she knew; finding him was one of the reason why she had been alive for over 800 years, why she hadn’t wished to die any of them. A scholar, maybe, asking questions about eternal life, immortality, a deity he called Sleep. Local legends.

‘I can tell you all about them,’ Cassiopeia said out loud, with a smile, drawing shapes on the wooden table using a finger as a pencil.

‘I would be thankful…’ He seemed to be looking for a way to call her.

‘Cass.’ Her smile grew wider.

Hearing her name come out of his mouth was like a dream come true. Telling him all about the Tragantía, the beast who many used to scare their children when they misbehaved in Cazorla, didn’t. And that’s why she confessed, after their lips had met in a dark alley, remembering the fate of that bard and not wanting this to happen to him. To Alexander.

She told him everything. How she had been left to die. How consumed by hunger and thirst she had gone crazy. How she had cried, waited for her father to return, but he hadn’t, he hadn’t and her prayers had been directed towards a deaf God who hadn’t replied to them, and…

Others would have questioned her words. Would have screamed in horror. But not him. Instead, he placed an unruly curl behind her ear, and looked at her straight in the eyes.

‘You’re the most beautiful monster I have ever seen, then.’

Was he joking?

They had gone their separate ways, after the light of the morning had started to illuminate the small hotel room they had rented for the night. With a promise. One that she hadn’t thought he would fulfill.

‘See you next year.’

However, there he was in 2021. And 2022. And 2023. Waiting for her, spending hours simply talking, holding her hand, kissing the top of her head, her cheeks, her lips, her shoulder… as if he had truly missed her.

As if he loved her, as much as she loved him.

@j-ofspades

#monthlyau002 #j-ofspades #based on the legend of the tragantía in jaén #lskdakdasldj bye love u small pressy

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elsquibbonator · 6 months

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Check out my new web novel, Dragon's Blight!

Milno Kesk has lost everything. Her friends, her family, even her entire village. All she has left is the memory of the dragon attack that destroyed them-- and the burning desire to avenge them. Despite knowing that her people, the Tergaronese, are subject to horrific discrimination, she makes her way to the capital of the Tolan Kingdom, and volunteers to begin her training as one of the fabled heroes who battle the dragons.

In her new job, she is both the pilot and the soul-mate of a colossal living suit of armor known as an Iron Knight. While she adapts quickly to her new life as a dragon-slayer, Milno soon begins to question her kingdom's plans for her people. While the royals, the elites, and the privileged majority live safely in walled cities, the Tergaronese have been banished to the desert, where they have spent generations struggling against famine, wild beasts, disease. . . and worst of all, the dreaded plague known as Dragon's Blight.

What can you expect from the story:

A unique spin on the "giant mecha" genre: The Iron Knights, colossal living suits of armor powered by magic, are the only things capable of killing dragons. Much more than mere metal constructs, Iron Knights have souls, and each one bonds with a single person who will, from that moment forward, be the only one capable of controlling it in battle. An Iron Knight's weapons and its fighting ability are limited only by what the soulmate's mind contains.

An exploration of privilege and environmental racism: The kingdom of Tolan has grown wealthy by exporting dragon products-- their blood, their skins, their organs, and the valuable gemstones in their heads. But dragons are destructive creatures, spreading poison and destruction wherever they go. Milno's people, the Tergaronese, have been exiled to the desert surrounding the kingdom-- where, it so happens, most dragon attacks take place. After Milno's village is wiped out by a dragon, she volunteers to become a dragon-slayer, but then discovers the truth about her people's oppression.

Dragons as you've never seen them before: You think you know what a dragon is-- a big, fire-breathing reptile with wings. Well, the dragons here aren't like that. For one thing, they're huge-- Godzilla-sized, at the very least. Most of them aren't reptilian, and instead borrow more from deep-sea invertebrates. And where your stereotypical dragons have fire, these creatures have acid and poison gas.

Complex, creative world-building: You'll learn a lot about both the kingdom of Tolan and Milno's Tergaronese people-- their history, their customs, and ultimately why the Tergaronese are oppressed. Plus interesting quirks like clothing, cooking, and even architecture.

Giant robots fighting giant monsters: Do I really need to explain any more?

Read it at the link above. It updates every Thursday!

#web novel #creative writing #writeblr

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simpingandprocrastinating · 1 year

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I wanna know more about your OCs, but I don't know what specific things to ask about. Is it alright to ask for five random facts about them?

No problem sweet anon, I've got you!

I wasn't sure if you meant just 5 facts or 5 facts for each of my OC's so I went with 5 for each. Also because it took me a little longer to answer, I added some extra Hogwarts AU facts.

She decides to become a vet because WoL gives her the opportunity to understand what's wrong with the animals.

‌She visits Nepal with Koichi to see Polnareff, the last man who saw her parents before they were killed.‌

Bini loves to slowdance with Josuke on the music of Prince or Roxette. ‌

Bini sees Tomoko as her mother figure, because she lost her own. ‌

When Bini was younger her favourite stuffed animal was a duckling called 'Dukkie' (Dutch translation: Duckie)

‌Jouichirou is the only child of Josuke who got to meet Joseph (Chirou was still a baby). ‌

‌He acts like he's all tough but when he's alone and listens to his favourite songs, he will sing them aloud. If he's in a good mood, he'll even dance to them, but if someone catches him, he'll be really embarrassed and even try to deny he was doing it.

‌At the age of 25, Jouichirou is 6'5"/195cm in height.

‌5-year-old Jouichirou had a crush on aunty Alexandra Parker. Since Jotaro is married to Alex and is his big example, Chirou also asks her to marry him, but with a candy ring.

‌Chirou's earrings are based of Jotaro's signature part 6 look: the chain hook and the star on the left side of his collar.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Jouichirou would be in Slytherin.

His patronus is a Bat.

‌When a girl comes to admits she has a crush on him, he'll be humble. He rejects her in a way she won't get hurt, maybe loves him even more. He will kiss her hand and tell her there's someone better out there for her than him.

‌During his school time, Touma took it upon himself to become class president.

‌Touma is on the school swim team.

‌His favourite season is winter, because he used to go outside with aunty Gogo when it was snowing. They'd build snowmans and she even learned him how to ice skate.

‌He's scared of heights.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Touma would be in Hufflepuff.

His patronus would be a Newfoundland.

He's is actually pretty great with little kids. ‌

Sei is bisexual. ‌

Seiua's type are proud, loyal, and headstrong men/woman. Let's say if Seiua would meet Ermes Costello, he'd definitely ask her out.‌

This boy can't cook. If he's in the kitchen, he'll burn it down. Keep him away from the stove!

‌He loves reptiles.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Seiua would be in Gryffindor.

His patronus is a Stoat.

Kazumasa is interested in history and wants to become a history professor.

‌He likes fashion alot.

‌Kazu was born on th 2nd of February.

‌He is lactose intolerant so he has to take lactase tablets to digest dairy products.

‌Kazu does have a stand (hence the ability to see stands) but he can't use his own because its locked away in his soul. This means he doesn't know it's name and what it can do.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Kazumasa would be in Ravenclaw.

His favorite spell is Capacious extremis, an extension charm.

Minami's love language is physical touch. She loves to hug her friends and family.

‌She was born on the 25th of December (Christmas).

‌Nami is a sweet tooth, she loves candy.

‌Minami is definitely a morning person, and even a bit too energetic for some people in the early hours.

‌While visiting the Kujo household, Minami first met Narciso Anasui and instantly got a crush.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Minami would be in Gryffindor.

‌She would be in the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Chaser.

Fumihiro is actually a pretty intimidating young man.

Hiro has green eyes and auburn hair.

At the age of 25, Fumihiro is 6′1″/185cm in height.

He is very protective of Bini and doesn't like Josuke in the slightest.

Fumihiro and Rohan are good friends.

Hogwarts edition:

‌Fumihiro would be in Slytherin, just like Bini.

His favorite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Alex belongs to @ahoge-fish & Gogo to @helpimhyperfixating.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #josuke higashikata #jojo josuke #jojo's bizarrre adventure #josuke #mun bini answers #Jouichirou Higashikata #Touma Higashikata #Bini Sugimoto #Fumihiro Sugimoto #Seiua Higashikata #Minami Higashikata #Kazumasa Higashikata #Higashikata family

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logically-asexual · 2 years

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I wanted to be seen

summary:

Superheroes AU. Roman, Patton and Virgil are a team of good guys who fight against Evil (Janus and Remus). They get Logan to work for them with like hacking and getting important information from the villains. But Janus tries to convince Logan that he deserves better.

I wrote this in a bit of a hurry because I have schoolwork to do but I also want to procrastinate so I just translated this part of a daydream I've had for a while into words. So sorry if it's not great.

Title from Not What I Meant by dodie.

warnings: Even though he has no dialogues, i made roman (and patton and virgil) kinda mean to Logan again. i'm sorry (not) but i'm not creative and it's really the easiest way for me to make Logan suffer and want to move to the Dark Side lol

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Logan walked inside the building as silently as he could, following close behind Anxiety. Prince was leading the group, with Morality by his side, Anxiety was just behind them and Logan was last, struggling to keep up with their pace while also staying quiet. He had a habit of bumping into things.

They made it through the back entrance all the way to the stairs without crossing a single person, Logan had made sure they’d come at an hour when the way would be empty, and he also disabled the cameras with which they could be spotted. At this point, Prince decided it was time to split up. Each of them would search in one of the four floors of the building, Logan got the second one. He followed the instruction and began exploring the labyrinth of hallways on his own.

He didn’t really want to participate in this. He did his best work from a safe distance, sitting down and staring into a wide computer screen. Alas, Prince said it was urgent that they found and retrieved the stolen relic before anything happened to it, and they needed Logan to cover the most distance in the least amount of time.

To “look in every room for the small, golden crown” sounded easy enough. However, Logan struggled to move fast while keeping quiet. It was hard to tell if he was making any noise through the pounding of his heart in his ears. He had never done anything like this. All he hoped was to not get caught. He prioritized being quiet over velocity, walking slowly and carefully.

He picked the lock of the third room in his second hallway and walked inside. The entire building was mostly empty and extremely clean in an uncanny way. The rooms in this floor seemed to be for offices, some bigger, with several desks and file organizers. This one was smaller; it was probably for storage. It had no windows, only illuminated by a yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was an empty shelf rack on one side and a few plastic containers of cleaning products on the floor. He crouched down to look for anything on the floor between the shelf and the wall.

As he did so, he heard the door close behind him. He stood up, but before he could turn around he was shoved to the wall and his mouth was covered by a hand in a yellow glove. Logan didn’t have to look up from it to know who had caught him. The yellow gloves were his signature. Logan breathed deeply through his nose, as much as he could, as the pounding in his ears returned. “You had one job,” he heard Prince’s annoyed voice in his head say.

Once he gathered the courage, Logan looked up.

He had read many descriptions of what Deceit looked like, his job was to research him and get inside his computer systems to allow the team to stop whatever he was planning. He had seen a few cryptic pictures of him, low quality camera footage. He knew he wore a black mask that covered the left half of his face, a bowler hat, a cape, and the famous yellow gloves. Still, all this knowledge wasn’t enough to prepare him to face the man in person so closely.

He was smiling. His right eye was brown, appearing completely normal, while the left one, behind the mask, was a vibrant saturated green, slitted like a reptile’s. Logan was captivated by both of them, so different and yet both had the same hypnotizing effect.

“You’re new,” Deceit said, with a low pitch that shook Logan to his core.

Logan just swallowed.

“You’re going to stay quiet, right, little mouse?” Deceit asked as he raised an eyebrow.

He was too frightened to even consider moving a muscle, let alone speak. He did his best to nod ever so slightly, never moving his stare from the criminal’s eyes.

“I know who you are,” Deceit said as he pulled his hand away, without stepping backwards, staying too close to Logan for his comfort. “You’re the one that has been meddling in affairs that are not of your business.” His tone was calm, but Logan could feel the threat in his gaze. “I know they got someone else because none of those airheads could even get close to the information you’ve been trying to find. I might need to improve my security.”

Logan knew he was lying. He might have been able to find some information, but nowhere close to what could actually be useful. He had the suspicion, but now he was in this situation it was confirmed that all he could find had already been laid out intentionally by Deceit. It was better than nothing, though, he reminded himself of that.

”Do they pay you?”

“No, sir,” came out of his mouth before he could think. Perhaps Logan’s brain had translated the intimidating demeanor of this man into an authority figure, and addressed him as such.

There was a moment of silence. Logan had lowered his gaze but he could still feel Deceit studying him. Suddenly, the villain took Logan’s hands in his.

“Strong fingers,” he muttered, rubbing his thumb over Logan’s knuckles, “do you play piano?”

“I code.”

“Right.” Deceit hummed, still staring and Logan’s hands. “What a shame… I could teach you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Oh, nothing at all,” he sounded almost offended by the accusation. “I just wanted to talk and get to know the new team member.” Deceit let go of his hands slowly. Logan pulled them up to cross his arms as soon as they were free.

“You’re wasting your time.” Logan’s irritation was allowing him to become a little braver.

“Ah, you mean because of your friends? Don’t worry about them, they won’t find anything.” He said with a smirk.

Logan bit his lip, ignoring the urge to correct him about the others being his friends. Only Virgil talked to him sometimes. Prince wouldn’t even tell him his real name. Logan wished Virgil was here now, he always knew how to escape difficult situations. He looked towards the door, trying to figure out a way to get out of this.

“Waiting for them?” Deceit asked with a mocking tone. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Maybe they forgot about you.”

“They didn’t.”

“How are you so sure?”

He wasn’t. He stayed quiet as Deceit grinned. His fangs were visible, and Logan couldn’t help but stare at them. He wondered if Deceit was venomous as some kind of unknown superpower. There were never civilians around to witness when he committed a crime, people only knew of his appearance through rumors. He never needed any supernatural ability to defeat Prince and the others, who all had their own, but maybe he kept it hidden, just like he did with everything else.

“You know, if you worked with me I wouldn’t leave you behind.” He gently uncrossed Logan’s arms to hold his hand once again. “I would appreciate you for the brilliant gem that you are, unlike those ungrateful, egotistical attention-seekers.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.” Logan said. He couldn’t deny, however, that he had thought about leaving the team before. They needed him, though. And he needed them, they gave him a place to live and he had nowhere else to go.

“How about some proof, then? Since you’re such a pragmatic guy.”

Logan looked into the other’s eyes in confusion.

“Here’s my proposal,” he said, lifting Logan’s hand from the wrist. Then he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, to which Logan reacted by trying to pull his arm back, but Deceit was too strong. He gave up before getting hurt. “I’ll leave, and give you three minutes to make a choice.” After closing the handcuff over his wrist, he leaned over Logan’s shoulder to cuff both hands behind his back.

Logan had to make an effort to pay attention to what the man was saying over the panic growing in his chest.

“I’m going to leave that door unlocked for three minutes. If you leave, then this never happened, but I will keep trying to show you you’re better off on my side of the equation, where your work would actually have an impact, instead of leading those losers to more humiliation.

“After that, though, the door will lock, and you’ll have a chance to prove me wrong. If your friends still look for you and find you here before the day ends, then it’s proved that they care, and I’ll leave you alone. I won’t even interfere with your attempts at breaching my digital storage.” He smirked again, as if reminiscing about having fun with that. “So,” he laid his hands on Logan’s shoulders and whispered in his ear, “do we have a deal?”

Logan wanted to ask what would happen if no one found him, but he felt like doing so would be admitting defeat, which the faint hint of pride he had left wouldn’t allow. He was already too embarrassed from how hot his face felt from Deceit’s touch. He simply closed his eyes and nodded slightly. As if he had any other option.

“Wonderful!” Deceit’s smile showed his fangs off once more, as Logan tried to control his tachycardia. “I’ll see you later.” He finally said with a wink, before swiftly walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

The lock was electronic, Logan observed.

His immediate impulse was to run out and get away as far as he could. He didn’t even have to go back to the team of heroes, he could find somewhere else to go.

As he struggled to reach the door and turn around to try to hold the handle with his cuffed hands, anxious thoughts plagued his mind.

Could he go somewhere else? Would he constantly be haunted by Deceit and other villains he had worked against? He didn’t have any powers, he wasn’t even strong or fast. Who knows what they would do to him if they found him. Would he survive out there on his own, without protection?

Maybe he should just look for the others. But what if they had left already? From what he could hear, the hallways were dead quiet. Logan didn’t know how long it had been since he split up from the rest. They didn’t bring any electronic devices to avoid being tracked. What if they were still here but Logan got lost searching for them? People said it was best to stay in one place if you wanted someone to find you. But could he stay there doing nothing?

What if Deceit broke his promise and was waiting for him right outside the door? That wasn’t improbable given his name. Would he mock him for being a coward? Did Logan care about being a coward more than his own safety? What if he wanted to hurt Logan, not before playing mind games with him for a while? What would Logan do without help? Would he take Logan hostage and threaten his life to get away with whatever he was planning on doing today?

He stopped for a moment to think, resting his forehead on the door. This was supposed to be easy. They promised him it would be.

Maybe Prince, Morality and Anxiety would find him. They did need him. Even if they didn’t always voice their appreciation Logan knew he was a crucial part of the team now. Even if they didn’t care about him as a person they should at least care about what he could do for them. Perhaps they would save him just for appearances, so Prince could have his heroic act of the day, since they probably weren’t able to find the relic they were looking for. Maybe they were looking for him right now.

Logan breathed deeply.

Then he heard the click of the lock activating.

There was nothing left to do now. So Logan waited.

In a security room somewhere else inside the building, Janus was looking at the cameras’ footage with Remus sitting by his side. On their left side, Logan was now sitting on the floor, with his back rested against the door. On the right, the entrance to the building was empty. Prince and his teammates had left hours ago, showing no sign of planning to come back.

“How long till we tell him?” Remus asked, propping up his feet on the desk and leaning his head back on the chair’s backrest.

“I told him that he had until the end of the day, can’t break a promise.”

“But you do that all the time!” Remus whined. “Last week you told me I could buy some arsenic with our booty and then you took it all!”

“I simply saved it for later.”

“Yeah, right. And tomorrow there will be another golden snake statue of mysterious origins in your house.”

“Listen,” Janus said, dismissing Remus with a wave of his hand. “I have to teach him a lesson.”

Remus looked back into the camera, where Logan still sat in the same position as before. “What are we going to do with him after?”

Janus shrugged. “We’ll find him some use.”

Logan didn’t have any way of telling how much time had passed. There wasn’t even any natural light in the small room, it could have been night for hours already and he wouldn’t be able to see any difference.

He estimated that an hour had passed when he began trying to escape. He tried everything, breaking the handcuffs, breaking the lock, sliding his hands free, tackling the door, looking for something to deactivate the lock, to dismantle it, or turn it off… Nothing worked.

Eventually he grew tired, sat back down on the floor, in one of the room’s corners, and waited some more. His head hurted, there was a knot in his throat, his eyes stinged and his muscles were shaking. It wasn’t long before he drifted off, and was fast asleep before he could realize.

Later, he felt he was being picked up slowly. With one arm on his back and the other below his knees, Logan could faintly see Deceit lifting him from the floor and pulling him close. He let his eyes close again, and rested his head against the other man’s chest, letting himself drift off once more as he was carried out of the storage room.

He opened his eyes fully as they walked out through the main entrance. It was dark outside.

Deceit put him down to allow him to sit in the back seat of an old car. Logan couldn’t see anything outside, he didn’t know if it was because of the darkness of the night or if the windows weren’t fully transparent. He counted his breaths as Deceit moved to the front seat. The driver’s seat was occupied by a man in a green suit covered in glitter.

“Where are we going?” Logan whispered when the car began moving.

Deceit made eye contact with him through the rearview mirror with a jarringly earnest expression. “Home.”

#loceit #pre romantic loceit #kinda #or platonic if you want but i wrote it as kinda romantic #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #i wanted to be seen #my writing #logic #deceit #ts #lunas writing

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