#so I read a lighter tone where there wasn't one

[maitadori]

WEAK WILLED KNIGHT part 3. nsfw. blade x fem!reader

word count : 4.7k

part one. part two. part three

summary : in which you miss blade since you haven’t seen him for two weeks and he decides to greet you with a breathtaking kiss and fucks you dumb.

content / cw : creampie, degrading, praising, fingering, breeding kink uhh idk that’s all i remember

a/n : this took days to post because i nitpick my writing literally all the time. i used a few of my fave smuts as reference for this so if u notice a similarity or two that’s why. anyways hope u all enjoy!!

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI

"is there something wrong?" jing yuan, once again, called you into his office. you found it odd that he was always absent yet conveniently there when you needed scolding.

during the weekly cloud knight training you got too drowned in your thoughts, causing your partner to easily take control of the duel— which was unusual, for everyone knew that you were one of the most adept among the knights, and to see you so out of form… it hasn't been just today this has happened either, ever since the run-in with kafka, you haven't been able to think straight.

it's come to the point where you were taken to jing yuan, that's when it hit you that this has gone too far. but what could you tell him? would you be able to admit to him that this man was the reason for your sudden downgrade in skill?

the mere thought of that idea had you recoiling. you were too prideful to admit that some man was making your mind so jumbled.

your silence seemed to be the exact answer jing yuan needed, you both hated and loved how well he could read you.

"maybe you should go home for the day."

"huh?" you question, perking up. "there's no need for that."

"it's obvious your mind is elsewhere, and it has been for over two weeks. i can't have you holding us back, [name]. this issue needs to be fixed. and if it means giving you a day to solve whatever this is, then so be it."

his words stung. holding us back...

you had to remember, before he was your friend, he was your general. you got too lost in the privilege of being special to him that you forgot what being under him as a subordinate was really like.

"i see..." you bowed your head, burning your gaze into the ground, trying and failing horribly to hide your emotions. "i understand, general. thank you for your consideration."

"he'll visit you." he suddenly spoke.

you jerked up, looking at your general with widened eyes. "w-what..?"

"you think that man can survive longer than two weeks without seeing your face?" jing yuan chuckled, crossing his arms.

you blinked, surprised, before you spoke in a shaky tone. "i'd like if you dropped the subject, general. i'll be taking my leave now."

he could only hum as he watched you leave.

you were quick to dress into something more comfortable as you tried erasing jing yuan’s words from your mind. you fumbled with your armor slightly, groaning in irritation. over the years, it wasn't too difficult to get used to the heaviness of your uniform, but it could still be a nuisance to you. yours was like sushang’s, lighter in weight than the average male, but you could still admit the clothing’s annoyance to you.

you approached your window, cracking it open and watched as it swayed your curtains. you could only sigh, lean against the window sill, and battle the crisis in your mind as you watched your people.

the kiss hasn't left your mind since it happened. as embarrassing as it seemed, you couldn't get blade out of your head. whether it be his haughty smirk, his voice, or his lips. you groaned and dropped your head in your hands. you didn't even notice how much it was affecting your behavior until someone as clumsy as sushang dominated the fight.

"that bastard... he has me wrapped around his stupid fucking fingers." you whispered to yourself in a low, angry voice.

for someone like blade— who before, you saw as below you— to make you feel such a way...

in front of everyone else, your pride was powerful, yet the sight of blade's face stomped it down in a mere second.

i miss him... you admitted to yourself. it was something you'd never say aloud. what the hell do i even miss...? even before the kiss, the only moments with blade were him trying his hardest to get under your skin and get reactions out of you. you'd never forget the time he grabbed your fingers through his cell bars to interlock his hand with yours.

all you could remember after that was blowing up at him, words jumbled as you tried to find an excuse for your embarrassment.

you shook your head back and forth in hope of ridding yourself of these thoughts. but even as you closed your window and laid in bed to sleep, the kiss made home behind your closed eyelids. you turned on your other side, hoping it was just you needing to get comfortable. but you felt no drowsiness.

"dammit.." you groaned to yourself, pillow tight in your grip.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying the hardest you could to put yourself to sleep, even if forcefully. all you could think of was blade and what he was doing. and it wasn't until a full seven minutes later that your body finally decided to give you the pleasure of slumber.

noises that were lost on your sleeping form resonated through your bedroom. the squeak of your window was loud, it had you shuffling in your sheets. blade at first, tried to quietly sneak through the window after finding your front door locked before deciding not to care. you didn't keep your door unlocked like he instructed, so if you woke up, that was only your karma.

but then the thought of a possible intruder getting into your house and faltered. his steps became lighter. he neared your sleeping figure and looked at you. he wanted nothing more than to disturb your sleep and kiss you breathless. but when he took another look you looked as if your sleep was exhausting you more than replenishing you. you tossed and turned, eyebrows furrowed. maybe you were having a nightmare.

well, kissing could come after. your wellbeing came first. his hand caressed your face with the intent of soothing you, yet you only jolted awake. it was dark outside, the sun finally set. you could only see your room from what the moon decided to illuminate.

but your eyes adjusted to the dark and you instantly recognized the familiar silhouette standing above you. "b-blade..?" you asked, voice still heavy with sleep.

he only hummed in response as he climbed to hover over you, not hesitating to get his face near yours. your breath started going off track instantaneously. you lazily put your fingers over his lips, trying to feebly stop him from coming any closer. he was already making your heart going crazy enough by simply being here and letting you wake up to the sight of him, you didn't need the pounding of your heartbeat resonating in your ears next.

"i-i'm not dreaming, right?"

in response blade pinched the skin of your waist that your ridden up shirt exposed. you squeaked in pain. "what the hell!?" you whisper shouted.

"you're not dreaming." he said, tone soft. you hated admitting that the sound of his voice soothed you.

blade grabbed your wrist easily, removing your hand from his face to push it against your bed, and gently laid you against your pillows with his own body, leaning over you. his hair draped over you like a curtain, leaving you with nowhere to look but him.

any earlier resistance disappeared and you gave in the second his lips brushed against yours, going lax on your bed. the hand that held yours squeezed tighter, his other hand traveling up to hold your cheek. you leaned further into him once his lips finally met yours, giving you that sweet relief of having him against you once more.

even if you tried denying your feelings, they were apparent to blade, who could easily see through you. him and jing yuan were definitely rivaling in that aspect, and you weren't sure whether or not you hated it.

he moved the hand the held your face to your back, arching you up into him. you could tell from the way he was biting your lips and caressing his tongue with yours that this might escalate. and as he kissed you even harder you admitted to yourself that you wouldn't mind if it did.

his harsh kisses were definitely waking you up from your slumbered daze, it was then that the events that transpired earlier today seeped into your mind, causing you to lose your confidence in the kiss. blade must've noticed, for he pulled away to speak, "what's wrong?"

"why... do you even like me?" you asked in a trembling voice, deciding to be straightforward. if you thought about asking him for a second longer, you would've lost the will. plus, the question has plagued your mind for awhile and you needed answers. it’s not as if you were opposed to blade taking after you, but you couldn’t understand exactly why.

he hovered over you, moving his hand and letting your back ease into the mattress to tap the back of his index finger against your lips. "there's a lot of reasons why. but one... i like seeing the different expressions you make. whether it be when i make you angry, your brows furrow and you pout your lips, and you don't even notice." he whispers, and even in the dark you can tell he's smirking.

"or... when i kiss you and you get that desperate look on your face."

desperate!? excuse me!? you screamed in your head, flushing.

"why do you ask?"

you look away, too humiliated to say a word, but you speak up anyways, "no reason. just curious..."

blade observed you, he was good at reading people. it must've came with the job. your expression was very telling, and the fact that you were having a nightmare before he arrived was a huge factor as well.

"i like you."

it was random, and it had you sputtering, but it immediately helped assure your worries. you knew blade most likely figured out what was up, or he wouldn't have said something like that out of nowhere. though, before you could savor his words, he spoke up once more.

"can i touch you?"

would he cut it out!? if he kept saying and asking things like that so boldly you'd probably explode.

"you're already touching me..." you say snottily.

"you're right, which means i basically have permission." he whispers, loosening his hold on your hand to travel down to your thighs, spreading them open sharply.

you gasped, immediately using your free hands as leverage to cover your expression.

"look at me." he demands.

"..." you peek at him through your fingers, body going weak once you catch sight of his expression. his face is so full of want, and his face adorns a small cocky smirk. you hated how it made the heat between your legs increase. you know you shouldn't be into the way he stared at you, but you really couldn't help it.

"i'm gonna touch you, okay? will you let me?"

"do whatever you want..." you reluctantly relent.

blade ignored your attempt at veiling your actual needs and traveled his fingers higher up your thigh, tugging on your bottoms. "take these off.." he mutters.

you listen and does as he says, so he lifts himself sightly to give you space to slide your shorts down your legs. he grabs them for you and throws them aside, in a rush to get his hands on you. he rubbed your bare thighs, caressing higher up, thumb catching onto the hem of your panties.

"you said i can do whatever i want, right? i'm gonna hold you to that, we might not even leave this bedroom," he says casually, not noticing your flushed expression as he continues to ramble, "you don't know how long i've wanted this. haven't seen you for days." he hisses. "ever since i kissed you, i've been thinking about your lips since."

you wrap you arms around his neck quickly, tipping your head to the side the second his lips touched your collarbone.

his admittance had your mind hazing with a heavy blanket of need and want. words started spilling out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself. you whispered desperately, "me too..! i can't stop thinking about you.. so much to the point where it's hindering my work.. why'd you take so long to come and see me?"

blade's control is wearing thin at your whiny voice, he groans out, "my job doesn't really give me leeway. but god, i wanted to see you so bad, you don't even know." he leaves light butterfly kisses from your neck to your jaw, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin of your thigh.

then he tugs at the hem of your shirt. "i want this off, too." next thing you know, the only thing covering you are your undergarments, but you could tell from the way he kept caressing you near your panties that those would soon join the pile.

once he threw your top aside, you bring his face to yours, instantly interlocking your lips. it was the first time you took initiation and blade couldn't help but smile into the kiss. his hand ventures higher, hands intentionally swiping over the place you needed him most before pulling back to caress your hips.

you grunt into the kiss in irritation, trying to pull his body closer to you to get that friction you crave.

blade notices, and wants to tease you more than anything, but he couldn't deny how much he missed you. once you finally let him kiss you, he swore he couldn't get enough. had you not avoided him for a good two weeks he could've had moments like this with you before his work swept him away. and going two more weeks without you made it even worse. blade could only think of how it was true that distance certainly did make the heart grow fonder.

blade uses his kiss with you as a distraction and slips his finger past your undergarments to finally touch you where you craved. you instantly pull away from the kiss with a gasp, your back arching up slightly as you whined aloud.

"so pretty." blade muttered, placing kisses on your shoulder before pulling away to watch your expressions. he could feel how his erection tightened his pants uncomfortably at the mere sight of you drowning in pleasure. "another expression to add to my list." he whispers, eyeing your face with a carnal, predatory hunger.

blade slides one finger into you and stares at the way you twitch and thrash. "w—waaait..!!" you moaned, trying your hardest to catch your breath. he ignores your pleas and speeds up the pace, slowly adding in a second finger.

with your reactions, he could tell how sensitive you were. he could only grin and think about how fun teasing you in future will be.

blade curled his fingers in a way that had you keening and flailing, trying to kick him away. he put a hand on your abdomen to still you. "nnn...noo..! if you.. hngg.. keep doing that... i'm- i'm definitely soaking the sheets..." you whimpered in a whispery voice. in response to you, he starts rubbing your clit in circular motions, your cries becoming louder.

"promise?" he kissed your cheek.

you whined more and blade buried his face in your neck, conveniently placing his ear right by your mouth. a perfect place to hear your noises at full volume. that was before you decided to go and try to cover your mouth.

the muffled noise of your cries let him know what you were trying to do immediately. he sits up to glare down at you, slowing down the pace of his fingers.

“w—what..?” you cry out, confused.

“let me hear you. if you do that again, i stop,” his voice is commanding and it has your legs trembling. you obey him easily. helplessly under his mercy, and remove your hands from your face.

“good.”

he leans down to kiss your face and continues his previous pace. you cry out in relief, feeling your peak climbing its way up.

"you'd look so pretty wrapped around me, you know?" he speaks into your skin. you whimper at that.

the rhythm of his fingers made you a moaning mess, you couldn't help but thrash and kick, the pleasure all too overwhelming— but it still wasn't enough. you desperately needed what he had hiding behind his zipper.

"cum for me..." he coos softly into your ear, voice condescending yet fond at the same time.

"i— i want..."

"i know..." he cuts you off, "i'll stuff you with my cock like you want, just cum on my fingers first." he rasps, letting you know he was enjoying this just as much as you.

he curls the pads of his finger against a certain spot that makes you jerk in his hold. a loud moan leaves your lips and you try your hardest to push him away. blade doesn't give you the chance, keeping you stilled against the bed, thrusting into you even faster. your vision goes white and the brunt of your orgasm hits you full force, you whine loudly and try your best to push blade away, weakly hitting his forearm with your fist. he helps you ride out your orgasm by rubbing your bud, watching you with a hot, burning desire. his control is on the verge of snapping. if you keep making these noises and faces he can't guarantee he'll continue being gentle with you.

"haa...hahh.." you pant loudly, chest rising up and down. “dammit, i definitely ruined that pair.”

you're too distracted to notice blade undressing himself, only opening your eyes to look at him once you hear the unbuckling of his belt.

"blade..." you cry.

he hushes you with his lips, adjusting your position once his bottoms are off— joining the pile of your clothes. you squeak at the sudden breeze of cold air once blade starts sliding your garment down your legs.

“you’re so soaked. fuck.” he mutters breathily, eyes dark. your cunt pulses at the realization that his expression isn’t only because of lust but also him trying his hardest to hold himself back.

you’re both surprised and slightly disgusted with yourself because you’re aware that if he were to snap and be extremely rough with you, you wouldn’t mind— you’d even enjoy it.

“i said you could do whatever you wanted with me, right?” you lean up and unclasp your bra, tossing it aside— you’d usually be humiliated by such boldness, but you were too busy reveling in blade’s awed expression— for once it felt like you one-upped him.

“i suggest you watch your tongue.” he grumbles, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. you’re obviously riling him up, and enjoying it to the fullest.

“but i need it, blade. you promised you’d give me your cock, didn’t you?” you whined, fully aware of your effect on him.

he huffs, shoving you down on the bed to loom over you again, before hissing, “remember who has the authority here.”

you only smirked cockily, a face blade could admit that he really liked. “well maybe you need to remind me,” you say cheekily.

blade, in response, pulls his cock out of his boxers, and it shuts you up immediately; the mere sight of it. he caught sight of your eyes glued to his length and could only smirk.

“maybe i didn’t need to remind you.” the words of ‘you reminded yourself’ went unsaid, but you both knew.

he leans down to interlock your lips and starts grinding himself against you.

there’s no way that’ll fit!! you screamed internally, it’s not like you were inexperienced, but you can say with confidence you’ve never laid with someone so well endowed.

your mind hazes as his tongue delves into your mouth, and you can’t bring yourself to worry.

the tip of his cock catches your clit and you both groan.

“stop teasing.” you complain, brows knitting together.

blade pulls away to pump himself a couple times before finally lining himself up to your slit. he sets a heavy finger right above your belly button, pressing it into your skin.

you eye the indent he creates in confusion. you try to catch his eyes but he can’t seem to pull his gaze away from where his finger is placed.

“here.”

“huh?”

“i’ll be right here.” he taps the spot again as if solidify his words into reality. you flush once you realize his implications, and as much as you wanted to knock him down a peg, you knew he was probably right. with how big he was you’d probably be able to feel him in your throat. your breaths become labored at the idea of it all, anxiously waiting for him to fill you like he promised.

“give me a safe word.” he says, voice guttural.

“red!” not only did it mean stop in a lot of circumstances, but it also reminded you of his eyes.

with that being said, he pushes himself into you, burying himself in to the hilt. your eyes roll back and you grip his biceps to ground yourself.

“you can take all of me, right?” he asks huskily, grabbing your hips for leverage and setting his forehead against yours.

“i can i can, i can!!” you chant out dizzily, on cloud nine from this alone.

“good.. so good for me.” he whispers through gritted teeth. he pulls out till the tip, groaning at the harsh resistance. it’s either you were too tight or he was too big. he assumes it’s because you’re squeezing the life out of him but you’re guessing otherwise.

he abruptly thrusts all the way back in, slamming you against his pelvis. you jerk in his hold, tears lining your bottom lashes as you sob loudly.

blade repeats the process, but this time with more ferocity. your mouth waters at the intensity of it all, eyes rolled back to your brain. he catches your expression and decides he won’t have mercy on you as he previously insisted.

the only thing leaving your lips is a mantra of his name as he starts a rhythm. he doesn’t spare you a single breath, his own lungs drying up and in desperate need for air— because he’s just so deep.

he slams into you harshly, your clit rubbing onto his pelvis with each grind into you, your sobs resonate through the room and your legs twitch violently.

“fuuuckkk! blade blade, blade!! cant! i cant.. i— nnnn!!” your nails dig into the muscles of his arms, making crescent shaped dents.

“you can. you promised, right? you’ll cum for me just like this, right sweetheart?” he coos condescendingly.

the mean tone of his voice is lost on you, for all you can think about is the term of endearment— you squeeze him harder.

“shitttt.” blade groans at the sensation. he grabs your face desperately, locking lips with you to hide his noises. it’s a sloppy kiss, your own drool slipping down your chin. you can’t even focus on the raunchiness of it all, the way he slams down into you— tip of his cock kissing your cervix— you can’t bother to think of anything else. you moan breathily into the kiss, hands gravitating to blade’s back to let your nails make their mark there.

“you like that, huh? when i call you sweet names? tell me you like it, baby,” he says, lidded eyes trained on you.

“i love it!”

his hand travels between your bodies to make circular motions on your clit, other hand massaging your breast, and you swear you see white. squeaky little ‘blade blade, blade!’s come out of your puffy, swollen lips.

“want me to cum inside you? give you my kids.. let them keep you company while i’m gone. you’d like that, yeah?” he pulls away from you slightly to babble senselessly— his mind mush, and mouth running on auto pilot. his words set a fire off inside you, and the knot in your tummy tightens further, on the brink of snapping.

“yes yes, yes!” you sob, your nails raking up and down his back.

“course you’d like that. look at you, my little cocksleeve. you were made to take my cock, admit it.” he grabs your face with one hand, squishing your face together. your moans take on a different tone at his degrading.

“i was.. ohhhh— i—” you couldn’t even finish, the tip of his cock kissing and stroking your sweet spot. blade doesn’t like your lack of answer, so his hips slow their pace, dropping to mere strokes.

“n—no, what..?” you blink out of your daze, your pleasure riddled mind slowly coming to.

“answer me, i asked you a question.”

desperate to get the pleasure you were quickly becoming addicted to, you obey his needs without another word.

“i’m your cocksleeve! i was made just to take your cock. so please! use me!” you cry out in little to no hesitation.

“fuck.” he mumbles. before you can exhale you’re immediately inhaling from the shock of his abrupt, sharp speed. he’s drilling into you harshly, lifting your legs and arching your back to hit your sweet spot with each thrust. his thumb finds your clit and your mind instantly blanks.

the quickness of it all quickly overwhelms you and your orgasm climbs the ladder with quick succession. you’re sobbing now, nails making red lines on his back as he pounds into you.

you can feel him in your stomach. and you knew if you were able to keep your eyes open, you’d be able to see it too.

“please let me cum, i wanna cum!” you cry out brainlessly.

“fuck. fuuckkk. cum, pretty thing. cum on my cock so i can cum deep inside you.” he buries his face in your neck, kissing dark purple blemishes into your skin.

his voice does you in, the roughness of it all, and the fact that he sounds just as wrecked as you. you’re only able to give a whiny warning of, “cumming— i’m cumming!! ohh god!!” before you finally burst. your body convulses brutally and you squeeze blade in a vice grip, punching out a guttural groan from him.

the feeling has blade reaching his peak before he can even compose himself. his hips stutter and he’s slamming into you, gripping your hips harshly — which will definitely leave bruises— and his finger rubs your clit to help you ride out your high.

“fuck fuck, fuck. fuuuckk. i’m gonna fill you up just like you want. make you round with my kids. gonna give it all to you. you’ll take it, right? you’ll take it all, i just know it,” he chants, mind blank.

“please, blade— ohhh goddd, please fill me up!!” you sob, tears running down your cheeks.

one last slam of his hips has him filling you up to the brim. more more, more— until his burning hot cum squelches out of you and drips onto the sheets. it prolongs your orgasm and you’re whining at the feeling. small praises leave blade’s lips as he leaves small kisses all over you.

he sits up and slowly pulls out of you, watching, entranced, as all of his cum slowly seeps out. with an empty mind that’s only filled with the image of you, he puts his fingers in your cunt to plug you up and prevent anything else from draining out.

a spike of pain and pleasure shoot through you. your mind starts clearing and you squeal, “hey!!”

he meets your gaze, eyes your messy form, and says simply, “sorry.” he pulls away.

blade hated that you looked so good that way. your body riddled with sweat, brows furrowed, lips pouted (that expression he loved so much), and hair mussed all over your pillows.

you can’t tear your eyes away from how he stares at you. this time, you notice the fondness that swim in his irises and your tummy flutters. your lips curl into a sweet smile and you speak to sweep away your embarrassment, “you’re really obsessed with me.”

blade’s eyes widen, and you assume it’s because of your words; but you couldn’t be any more wrong.

this is the first time you’ve smiled like that in his presence. he couldn’t deny that he loved your other faces, whether it be anger, prideful, lust, you name it. but this one… it was definitely his new favorite.

you predicted he’d say something along the lines of, “i am.” and make you further embarrassed. but if anything, he said the opposite.

“spread your legs.” he orders simply.

you blink at him, noticing his eyes that filled with desire once more.

“y—you can’t be serious!!!”

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[38sr]

Hi! I really love the way you color, and I was wondering If you could make a tutorial about it, I of course completely understand if you Can't/don't want to do it thanks in advance If you decided to do it and have a good day/night.

Hello hello! Ooooh, a color tutorial! I've never done one before so I'm not sure if I'll be any good at it haha. But I don't mind sharing my thinking process when it comes to coloring my works. So when it comes to color, I very much have a traditional painter's approach since that's how I learned color in art college. My painting professor never allowed us to use black or white paint, we could only use other colors to create darker colors or new colors altogether. And you're probably thinking, "What the hell? That's insane." And I wouldn't blame you haha. But this approach helped me a lot to not rely on tints (colors mixed with white) and shades (colors mixed with black) when I color. For the most part, I purely thinking about value and hues when I'm coloring.

Finding the right values:

So for this drawing, I did two different takes (one with direct harsh lighting and one without). The reason why I'm showing this is because when it comes to color it's very important that your values aren't clashing with each other. When I started out, all my coloring felt flat because I was using colors with the same values so there was little to no depth. A lot of people don't realize this but color does have value!

If we put the primary colors on greyscale, you notice how each color has its own value. Blue tends to be a dark value, red has a mid to dark value , and yellow is a much lighter value. This is why if you ever look at my work, the color I use for shadows lean into blue/purple tones. You can also have warm shadows since red does have a deeper value compared to yellow. But these values are when the primary colors are at the highest saturation. What would happen if we knocked down the saturation levels?

The values start to become more similar. Since we're not always using the most saturated colors, it's important to understand the values behind the colors you'll use. Once you unlock that, you can pretty much do whatever you want with color haha. That's why I hardly ever use black or white in my digital art when mixing (also I don't mix color with a brush, I just pick from the color wheel which might be insane).

While it's not wrong to use white or black to create darker/lighter colors, color in real life doesn't always act that way. Shadows and highlights can have color. For myself, letting go of white and black has opened a world of color combinations that I didn't think of before taking my first ever traditional painting class. Now, I can freely pick colors and experiment with palettes since I've blocked out what values I need (like the image below).

Even if I'm using blending modes like in the next image, I'm always thinking about making clear value separations. If I can't understand the image in black and white, then I'll have a hard time seeing it in color.

And when you get very comfortable, you can start placing characters in different color environments and match them (which essentially is the job of a color designer in TV animation).

The right image is the official color palette for my character which already uses a lot of blue/purple for the shadows. But on the left side, she's in a night-time environment so I leaned even more into the cool colors to the point that the white T-shirt is actually a very very light purple/pink color haha.

Or like this example where the left drawing gives a more sunset/golden hour lighting while the right one is more blue hour/night time lighting. But you can read the colors clearly 'cause the values are clear to begin with. While that wasn't really a tutorial this is pretty much my thought process when I'm coloring my digital works. ^^; I very much do follow an academic approach to color theory but even then I think it's okay to break the rules. As long as you have understanding of colors' value, I think you'll be able to unlock any color style you want! I hope that answered your question and was helpful!

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[ruija]

Well I really love your art, may I ask how do u color? I struggle with coloring turtles and I wasn't to know how do u do that?

Hi anon! That's a very broad question, so you've given me a great excuse to ramble anything I want about my coloring, eehehehee~! This will be in two parts and I'll start with talking about my simpler coloring style.

As in, when I color characters on a white background, with a limited or light palette.

The driving force behind this style is me being lazy. My time, energy, and attention span are pretty limited, so if I want to finish anything, I gotta do it fast. And with fanart, I'm usually just doing it for fun and relaxation, so there's no need to push myself to polish it too much.

Despite that, I rarely post just black and white sketches or line arts. I always try to add at least a little bit of toning or shading, because that makes the image easier to read. The characters and their shapes pop out and catch the eye of the viewer better.

However, in this particular example, just the couple toning colors don't quite do the job. The way Don and Leo are entangled makes the center area of this illustration very busy and hard to read.

As a comparison; this pic has only one tone + mask colors, and it works. This is because all the characters are standing separately and their poses are very stationary and simple.

So for the Don + Leo pic, adding some shadows helps in bringing out shapes and depths. Also in general, if you don't feel like drawing BGs, it's good to at least add a shadow below the characters. It grounds them and makes them feel like they exist within a space.

Sometimes if the posing looks too complex and busy, it might just be best to color in the characters fully.

However, even if I do full flat colors, I tend to use a lighter palette. Putting characters in their neutral/default color on a white BG can look a bit jarring as if they're floating in a void. It feels less immersive and like the picture is unfinished.

Using lighter colors makes the image more cohesive, and fits the characters into the white environment a bit more naturally.

If I'm too lazy to draw a BG, I prefer using stylized and limited colors. It feels deliberate and that the whiteness is just part of the palette, whereas the character-accurate colors on white don't match as well, even if they're more pastel.

That being said, there's nothing wrong with just slapping the flat-colored characters on a white background. As you know, I do it too. I'm just exposing my 'fancy coloring style' for what it is; me being lazy, hah!

Limited and monochromatic palettes are a nice shortcut even when you do actual backgrounds. It's faster and you don't have to worry about clashing colors. And you can still convey atmosphere and mood.

Also, on the topic of conserving your time and efforts; I think it's very common among younger/less experienced artists to think that the amount of time you spend on your art piece = how good and well received that piece will be.

Which has some merit to it of course, but it can lead to putting too much effort into areas where it's not necessary. E.g. filling the piece with tons of details and clutter that don't serve an actual purpose, but rather make the image hard to read. Or doing really complicated shading for a meme/comic, where simplicity would deliver the joke better.

So whenever I'm drawing something I intend to publish, whether it's a quick doodle or a more polished piece, I try to follow these two principles: Make it easily readable and do the bare minimum that needs to be done to convey what I want to convey.

Putting time into practice is important, but if you draw for work, it's also crucial that you know how to prioritize and use your time efficiently!

Anyway, thanks for reading! In the next part I'll go into how I do my fully colored pieces, so stay tuned for that!

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[wintrcaptn]

Wish I Loved You In The Nineties

Joel Miller x Reader

Summary : right person, wrong place, wrong time.

A/N : this will be a few parts. I just wanted to write some angst cuz I miss it 😭

This was just a quick intro. Cuz the next few parts will go into more detail about their feelings, the tension, the cute angsty moments, etc., I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings : cursing I guess? Age gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is 26) virgin. 2.2k words

"Wait, there's a library! I'll be five minutes." You said.

Joel turned on his heels to face you but before he could even say a word, you were off. Annoyance washed over him instantly as he followed you to the library.

"One day im gonna put a damn leash on you." He groaned, walking few paces behind you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him completely.

Joel was the only consistent thing in your life lately other than books. He had saved you from raiders a little over a year ago.

And though he fought himself for a short moment on whether or not he should even care to help you, he couldn't just turn his back.

And ever since, you stuck around him. Following him wherever he went. Even when he told you to leave, over and over again.

But that was the thing, you really had no one to go to. All the people you ever cared for had died, and well...you were tired of trying to fend for yourself. Look how well that went.

Now, here you were. Annoying Joel for the hundredth time.

He had grown used to having you around by now. And a part of him began to feel protective of you.

Even when you pissed him off, and pushed every single button of his from all your constant questions of life before it turned to shit.

You were only 5 when it happened. And now, 20 years later...those memories have only faded more and more.

But there was one thing that always shut you up...books.

If you weren't annoying him with all your constant talking, he would find you curled up with a book, pens and high lighters.

You always knew how to lose yourself in a story. And you read anything you could get your hands on. Didn't matter if it were thriller, romance or science fiction, and fantasy.

Anything that took you away from the real world.

"One book. Got it? Ya already got too many."

"You can never have too many books, Joel. Maybe you should grab one for yourself." You said, as you quietly opened the door.

He rolled his eyes.

The library had books all over. Some on the shelves, some tossed on the floor, and tables. There had been moss growing from the trees sticking through the broken windows.

"It's so beautiful." You whispered.

"Don't go too far. You stay where I can see you. Got it?"

"Mhm"

"Repeat it."

You stopped in your steps and turned to meet his gaze. "Go far away where you can't see me."

"Dammit, kid—"

"I'll be right in this aisle, where you can see me. Okay?"

Joel could care less about the sarcasm, but he enjoyed having you around. But he would never admit that to you. Not even to himself.

"Ok, I got my book." You said, walking over to him.

"Just one?"

You shrugged a, soft smile forming on your lips.

"How many?"

"Only four! Look, they had 'An Offer From A Gentleman.' And 'The Time Travelers Wife.'"

"More romance books?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ain't ya tired of the predictability?"

You sighed, shoving the books into your bag. "Sorry for wanting to read books with happy endings sometimes. It's not like I'll ever get that in this lifetime."

Joel swallowed hard as he took in your words. He had the luxury to remember life before the infection. Before life was a blur.

It wasn't as simple as the books, and it sure as hell didn't always end up in happily ever after for everyone. But he did have the chance to fall in love, to feel the butterflies after a first date, and the build up anxiety before a first kiss. Even having gone through break ups...

You never had any of it.

"Come on." He said. Feeling a bit off when he noticed the different tone in your voice. "We should head back to camp before it gets dark."

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You were quiet most of the walk back. Reading the third book in the Bridgerton series.

Reading Benedict Bridgerton's story had made you swoon. It reminded you of Cinderella, a story your mother used to tell you before she died.

He was whiny at times, sure. But the way he knew what he wanted...which in this case, was Sophie. He didn't care about his rank in society. He wanted her. And when he fought for her, you heart swelled.

"God, what I would give to be loved like this." You stated, closing the book.

"Ya finished it already?"

"It's not like I have anything else to do."

Joel shrugged in agreement. Once you had reached the campsite, he made you both coffee while you got some food prepared that you found on your quick supply run.

"Were you ever in love?" You asked absentmindedly.

Joel furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest. "What'd I say bout personal questions."

"Come on! I've been following you for over a year now. You know almost everything about me!"

"Not my choice."

You looked up at him and glared at him with your tired eyes. "Just give me something. Anything."

He rolled his eyes, glancing at the coffee next to him.

"Please? You don't even have to tell me anything really personal...just..idk—what was your go to pick up line?"

"Out of all the people in the world, I get stuck with you." He groaned. "I ain't doin this with you."

"Fine, then where was your favorite place to take a date to?"

Joel stood there, leaving against the truck. He had already been annoyed, but here you were, annoying him even more with questions he didn't want to think about.

"Please? I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night if you just answer at least one of my questions."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew he should just ignore you, but today...he just couldn't.

"Fine. Didn't do much but take 'em to a drive in and maybe an arcade if she were into it." He said. "Now leave me alone, already."

A smile formed on your lips and you pulled yourself up to your feet.

"So you did go on dates." You teased. "There's a heart in there."

"Shut up."

A little chuckle escaped you as you stood next to him, watching the sun begin to set ahead of you.

"I wish I could've been born earlier. So I could've experienced that at least once in my life."

Joel let out a sigh. "Trust me kid, you ain't missin much."

"Easy for you to say! You got to live it. But all I have are books and my imagination."

"Maybe get ya head out of those damn books and go find someone."

"Where Joel? In the abandoned library? Or what about the open field behind us? Last time I trusted strangers, they tried to kill me."

"You trusted me."

It was true. Joel had been nothing but a stranger to you. But for reasons you weren't sure why, you couldn't help but feel as if you could trust him.

He was such an ass, and at times you wanted to punch him in the face and leave but...you also needed him. You needed him like breathing. He made you feel safe, as if nothing bad could ever happen to you again.

With Joel, you were home.

"You just don't get it." You exhaled, walking back toward your sleeping bag.

Joel knew he should just drop it there, but he hated seeing you this way. It wasn't like you to shut down, and lately...you were doing that a lot.

"I'm just sayin, falling in love ain't all it's cracked up to be like your little books."

"No shit. I know it's not going to be like the books but still...there is some truth to them. But I'll never know...I never even had a first freakin kiss."

You stopped for a moment and turned to look at Joel.

He furrowed his brows for a moment, holding your gaze before the realization dawned on him. He shook his head immediately. "No. Don't even think about it."

"Come on!" You exclaimed, walking back to him. "It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or something!"

Joel shook his head once again and stood firm in his stance. "I said no. Keep me out ya weird fantasies."

"Please Joel? Just one kiss. That's all I'm asking for. Just one so I at least know what it feels like."

He tried to ignore you as he turned his back to you but you continued your pleading. The constant "please" in his ear. It was starting to frustrate him.

"If I do this for you, will you finally shut up?!" His voice was louder than usual.

You only nodded, holding his gaze with yours.

"I'm gonna regret this." He mumbled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. He thought to himself for just a moment before letting out a groan and stomped over to you without any hesitation. Before you could react, his hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to tilt your head just before his lips pressed firmly against yours.

In that moment, your heart began to race. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted of his coffee. It didn't take you long to motion back.  His tongue danced along yours, forcing chills to cover you completely as his hands traced down to your waist, pulling you in closer.

Joel deepened the kiss, hot and urgent. As if he needed this to survive. He couldn't stop himself, and he didn't want to.

In this moment, it felt like all of the world had disappeared and it was only you and him.

The kiss was intoxicating. And suddenly your body grew hot. Every part of you wanted him. To feel more of him in places no one had ever touched except for you.

Joel was ready to lose himself to you in this moment. He knew it was wrong and he should stop but the longer you were against him, the more he craved you.

The urgency of the kiss was palpable, a relentless hunger that left you breathless.

His hands trailed up and down your body, feeling the thin fabric of your shirt clinging to your torso, wishing to feel your skin against his.

He could feel himself growing harder just by the thought alone. He wanted you. More than anything.

Joel didn't have time to think about what was right or wrong. He just knew in this moment, you were all he cared about.

In an instant, he lifted you off the ground and sat you on the bed of the truck. His lips never leaving yours.

Until you had accidentally knocked over the cup of coffee and the sound of the mug shattering on the ground, stopped you from continuing.

Joel quickly took a step back, wiping his mouth and catching his breath, as you sat there, heart beating fast in your chest. He turned his back to you, trying to collect his thoughts. For a moment, he almost let himself go. He almost caved and gave in to you.

You didn't even know what to think. And for the first time in your life, you had no words.

Things are far too complicated in this world. Joel wasn't someone who let anyone in. He knew giving someone that much power, it would destroy him if anything were to happen.

And he tried so damn hard to keep from feeling anything for you. If you had walked away after saving you that day, he wouldn't have thought twice about you. But now?

You were all he could ever think about. Every morning, he'd flash a soft smile seeing you already awake...reading a book like always with coffee ready. Every night, he felt a little more at ease having you there. Even when he didn't show it, he was slowly starting to fall for you.

And it scared him. More than anything. You were the right person, but it was the wrong time.

He couldn't promise to love you the way you deserved. To be the man that you hoped he would be. For so long, Joel was someone people feared. He never hesitated to do what he had to in order to survive.

So how could a girl like you ever love a man like him?

"Joel...s-say something." You stammered, nervously picking at your nail.

He turned to meet your gaze and wanted nothing more than to kiss you again. To feel you against him. But he swallowed hard and straightened his stance.

"I held my end of the bargain...now it's your turn." He groaned, then stomped over to the fire and kicked dirt into it to put it out.

"But—"

"Don't." He said with a stern voice. "Get some sleep. I'll keep watch."

"Joel—"

"I won't tell you again."

You didn't want to fight with him. So many different emotions washed over you, it was overwhelming. And all you wanted to do was sleep.

Maybe you shouldn't have asked him to kiss you. Because then you wouldn't be laying there wishing you could kiss him again. Maybe, you wouldn't have realized you were falling in love with him.

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Chapter two

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[blue-sadie]

The Bad Influence

Marcus x Preppy Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 2 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in an unknown place untouched by wounds and another version of your husbands.

Warning: smoking

Yn/3rd person pov

I groaned stretching out my sore limbs, yawning taking a deep breath in as I stirred from my sleep tap tap I huffed hearing the tap against my window then I stopped.

I shot up my breath hitched as I ran my hands over my body checking for injuries my eyes searching around the room I wasn't in the hospital, my apartment or even Steven's "where the fuck am i".

The tapping continued as I rose from the bed my eyes adjusted to look around the dark room the only light coming from the window I slowly crept closer to it seeing the tapping was coming from.

I peered out the window my eyes widening as I saw marc but he was different I squinted my eyes as he gestured to the window "open up" he mouthed I hesitantly obliged he came closer to the wall to climb up the trellis.

My eyes went back to wondering around the room a few pictures catching my attention I walked up to one it was me and him I bit my lip I always wanted marc to grow out his hair a bit.

I flipped the picture over and read the few words on the back 'yn x marcus for ever' marcus? my brows frowned before realization hit me and I turned my attention to the man who sat half in and out of my window a toothy grin plastered on my face as he stared at me.

"Fucking doppelgangers" I whispered to myself placing the photo back where it came from "how've you been baby" he asked biting his lip as his eyes traveled up and down my body.

I settled my arms over my chest which was barely covered by a thin white nightie "good and you" I murmured something about him was alluring to me "better now since I'm with you" he winked taking out something from his pockets, it was a cigarette and a lighter.

'Smoking really' I rolled my eyes he put the cigarette into his mouth cupping his hand around it as he lit it, a puff of smoke escaping from the corner of his lips.

He took it out his mouth holding it between his fingers "how's that asshole of a father doing" he words were laced with venom as his eyes looked onto a photo next to me.

I glanced towards I cringed as I remember taking family photos just like that, it was doppelganger me and her family in full white prepply posed, everyone had their legs crossed and their hands settled on their knees.

I turned back to marcus shrugging my shoulders "I honestly don't know" I murmured the sides of his lips twitching up wards "so my bad influence is finally taking a hold of you" he chuckled leaning his head onto the window frame blowing his smoke out the window.

"Your bad influence" I asked giggling his brows rose up in surprise he flicked the butt of the cigarette outside before climbing fully in "are you disagreeing with me" he murmured in a teasing tone as he slowly made his way to me.

"I mean how could me not knowing how my dad is be the effect of your bad influence" I murmured, he stopped just a few inches away from me "because when I first met you you were a daddies girl, a preppy girl but look at you now" he's eyes ran over my body his gaze making me shudder.

"Your my girl now" he growled before leaning down to press his lips against mine in a rough kiss his hands grabbing my waist tugging me closer to him "marcus" i murmured against his lips my hands slowly running up his chest my body shivering with excitement.

His hands moved to my ass patting it slightly "jump" he said and I did my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my ass as he slowly moved to my bed, he dropped me onto my mattress smirking as he heard my gasp.

"Such pretty sounds" he bit his lip his eyes looking up and down my body with a more lustful gaze "I wonder what your dad would think if he walked in on us, his precious girl begging for some cock" he muttered pulling his shirt over his head.

My eyes were glued to his chest he was more toned then marc and fuck I loved it, he chuckled at my distracted state and used his hand up to my face making me look up at him "to see what a slut you've become" he grinned devilishly.

It felt as if my breath has been sucked out of my lungs as he pressed his lips to mine once more his hand moving from my chin to my neck his hand wrapping around it, slightly squeezing it in a teasingly manner.

"Fuck I need to see my cock buried inside you" he muttered his hands moved to tear off my nightie, I gasped as my bare skin was exposed to the cold "f-fuck" I breathed out I looked down my body seeing my nipples become perked and hard.

"Marcus" I murmured moving my gaze to look up at him, he groaned loudly "fuck I love it when you say my name baby" he growled as his hands drifted up and down my body.

"I wonder what you'd sound like screaming it" he whispered a smirk plastered on his lips as he leaned down attaching them to my neck, licking a long stripe up along my neck before sucking and biting my skin.

"Marcus" I whined my hands threading themselves through his hair gripping it tightly pushing his head into my skin "eager baby" he nipped at my skin causing me to skip a breath.

One of his hands slipped down to my core using his middle finger to run up and down my slit teasing my pussy lips, "m-marcus" I moaned pushing my head back into the mattress he chuckled darkly and slowly pushed in a finger making me moan out again.

"That's it baby take it" he grinned as he added another, scissoring me he licked his lips hungrily as he racked his eyes up and down my body, the thrusting of his fingers only increased intil I was on the edge of coming "c-cumming" I squealed and as I was about to cum he pulled out making me cry out.

"W-why" I whimpered, my hands falling from his hair down to my sides as I stared at him with pleading eyes "you can only cum on my cock" he grunted tugging down his pants to reveal his hardened cock which was slightly pulsing and leaking precum.

His eyes filled with lust and hunger stared into my as he positioned himself infront of my entrance "I'm already leaking for you" he whispered and slowly pushed himself inside making me whine out and grip his shoulders.

He growled out as he slowly started to thrust in and out "you feel so good" he panted closing his eyes tightly as he thrusted, his head leaned back as he groaned and grunted.

My breathing quickened as more moans and whines escaped my lips, my muscles clenched and unclenched as he moved in and out "marcus fuck" I whimpered my nails slightly digging into his shoulders as I felt my climax nearing again.

His grunts got louder as I clenched around his cock and he to started to pulse inside me "cum with me baby" he said through gritted teeth as his thrusts fultered before stopping completely as he finished inside me "fuck" we both moaned breathing out loudly as we tried catching our breaths.

"I hear your father coming baby, I'll see you tomorrow ya, don't miss me to much"

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[blingblong55]

Garden Nights- 141

A/n: I just felt like I needed to add this cute little thing to it

Everything Stays

Based on a request:

This past mission, things were rough for everyone. It was around 1 am when the team had found themselves looking at the ceiling of the safe house. You could sleep pretty easily, but not them. So you did as you knew best when problems like this would present themselves. You had recently started to sing yourself to sleep when alone, so if it could help you, it must help the others.

Soap and Gaz were giving each other rude glares and Price tried to pretend he didn't see it by placing his hat on his face. Ghost watched it all but didn't care.

You rested against a wall by the door as you watched this all unfold.

You stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

"stop looking at me like that Mactavish" "why don't YOU stop it first Garrick" "Let's go in the garden You'll find something waiting" You in a soft tone sang as the men all focused on you.

"Right there where you left it lying upside down When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded"

Your eyes closed, but your voice remaining so soft and sweet.

"The underside is lighter when you turn it around" Price smiled as soon he was the first to sleep to this trap.

"Everything stays right where you left it Everything stays But it still changes" Gaz nods at you and he crossed his arms as he too was the second to fall into this.

"Ever so slightly, daily and nightly In little ways, when everything stays"

You turned to the men, your eyes softening as your captain and buddy were asleep. Soap gave you a little smile and he rested his head on Kyle's shoulder, adjusting himself as his eyes closed. "Go down to the ocean The crystal tide is raising Waters' gotten higher as the shore washes out Keep your eyes wide open, even when the sun is blazin' The moon controls the tide, it can cause you to drown" You looked at Ghost. In this light he looked so peaceful, but he wouldn't sleep, no, not until you finished this little song. Although he wore his mask, you could read his eyes, they were so beautiful with this light, he and you sat across each other, he gave you a small nod, you knew under that mask he had at least a small smile on. You smiles at him, your eyes never leaving his "Everything stays, right where you've left it Everything stays, but it still changes Ever so slightly, daily and nightly In little ways When everything stays" He gives you one last nod and he adjusts himself, he closed his eyes. "thanks kid" He whispered before he too fell asleep. You smile as you looked around the room, the men all asleep, their little snores filling the room. A little song wasn't what you needed, no, it was watching them all sleep comfortably, making them feel better made you feel happy and..sleepy.

TAGS: @warenai

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[guizika]

One Night

Gojo Satoru x GN! Reader

Cw - GN! reader, you/yours pronouns, cursing?, angst, comfort, drinking, Maybe it's a bit ooc, no curses AU!

Synopsis - After a break-up you feel totally broken, drinking and doing everything you can to forget your ex-lover.

Word count - 629

You and Gojo Satoru were dating, you had a complicated relationship, so when life's difficulties came up you decided to break up. In reality, the person who confirmed the break-up was Gojo, you just agreed to it.

Gojo made a lot of mistakes, he didn't pay enough attention to you and he treated you badly, but you made mistakes too. However, you loved him and even after the break-up you still wanted to get back with him, so you tried to nurture the lack of him with other people.

When the night came, you went out and went to parties, kissing various people while trying to forget about him for at least one night. But even with all your efforts, you still thought about him, wanting to apologize.

The night ends and soon the day comes, and with it the hangover. Your head hurts, but not as much as your heart, and you feel nauseous, just like when you had your heart broken a week ago.

You pick up your cell phone to check the time and then you see a notification, it's a new post from Gojo. You quickly throw your phone on the bed and run to the bathroom, feeling the bile rise in your throat.

You lean against the bathroom wall, panting and with your throat scratchy from the gastric acid. Hot tears run down your face as you stare at the ceiling, your head spinning from the mind-blowing pain in your head.

In an act of desperation you run to your room and call Gojo, the phone rings for a few moments and then falls into voicemail. A sigh of resignation escapes your lips and you lie down on the bed, putting your cell phone on the dresser.

"I'm really pathetic..." You whisper to yourself, drowning in a sea of self-deprecation and suffering, but you're soon pulled out of this chaotic atmosphere when you hear your cell phone ringing and vibrating.

"Sukuna?" You read the name on the screen, blinking a few times in disbelief. After a few moments you decide to answer it, wiping your hand across your face to collect yourself.

"Uh, hello?" Your voice comes out in a hoarse tone, holding the cell phone tightly. "You finally picked up, I thought I was going to have to go to your house." His words make you feel confused, leaving the phone on speaker you go to the call log and see that he has called you several times during the night.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry about that, I wasn't very, huh, well..." After these words an uncomfortable silence falls over the two of you, however, the sound of a sigh can be heard, a sigh emitted by Sukuna. "Look, I know it's not easy, but you can't keep acting like this."

You stay silent for a while, sighing and massaging your temple. "What do you mean?" An ironic laugh comes out of your phone, making you roll your eyes. "In that completely irresponsible way, you know that there are people here who really care about you." His words shut you up, preventing any sarcastic comments from coming out of your mouth.

"I know how you feel, but believe me, drinking yourself sick and kissing random people isn't going to solve anything," Ouch, those words were very direct. "Just trust me, you know I can help you, and besides, I care about you, even if you are an irresponsible idiot." You laugh lightly, feeling lighter, still choosing not to say anything.

"Then stop being stubborn and let me help you once and for all." His words come out in a grumpy tone, but you notice the softness behind them.

Maybe it's time to accept the help, who knows where the future might take you...

Warning: A new fandom has been added to the masterlist, so feel free to make requests!

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

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[mysweetlixe]

Hello! <3

I wanted to say that I really love your works, they are detailed which makes it interesting to read!

I also wanted to request a series where skz s/o has dark skin and they are insecure of it. So skz comforts them and tells that they have most gorgeous unique shade.

A short note to everyone! Everyone is beautiful in their own skin and size. Because it defines you as YOU! So love yourself utterly for being the most amazing person out here <33

-Skin insecurities 

Words: 3.5k

Chan marveled at Y/N's beauty, particularly her skin. He walked into the room to find her standing in front of the mirror admiring herself.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle at how beautiful and unique Y/N's skin was. She has a warm, dark complexion that often left Chan in awe - her deep mahogany shade of brown brought out the perfect contrast to her bright hazel eyes. Chan stepped closer and gently placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder reassuringly as he watched her studying herself intently, looking for something she thought wasn't there.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" He asked softly, diverting Y/N from whatever thoughts were running through her mind just now.

Y/N finally shifted away from the mirror with glassy eyes before replying "I'm always so conscious of my skin colour when I see everyone around me is fair", she admitted quietly without meeting his gaze directly as if ashamed by what had been said moments earlier".

Chan reached up with both hands cupping either side of Y/Ns face forcing eye contact before speaking: "You have the most gorgeous and unique shade of skin around sweetheart, it's like nothing I've ever seen."

He smiled warmly at her as he emphasized each word. The corners of his eyes crinkling slightly with a hint of sincerity that made Y/N's heart soar.

Chan continued, "You don't need to wish for lighter skin because your dark complexion is simply stunning!

Every time I look at you my breath catches in my throat and it takes everything in me not to tell everyone how lucky am I". Chan bent down planting a passionate gentle kiss on Y/N lips before adding "Dark complexions exude such sophistication that lighter shades just can't replicate."

Y/N felt tears prick her eyes as released all the pent up emotions she'd been suppressing moments ago - letting herself feel loved for who she was without changing anything about herself.

She grabbed onto both sides apologizing against Chans chest while nodding silently along to what had been said earlier reassured by Chans words of affirmation that she was already good enough, just the way she is.

Her hands gripping onto Chan's shirt tighter still as he spoke in a low voice, "Your dark complexion is special and beautiful - I wouldn't want anything to change darling".

Y/N looked up at him finally her eyes bright with hope and joy this time before replying "Thank you for understanding and always being here when I need you"

At that, Chan smiled and kissed her forehead as Y/N finally felt secure in the knowledge that despite all the things society deemed "beautiful", she was beautiful too - simply with being who she naturally is.

Minho couldn’t stand when Y/N talked about how much she hated her skin become so effortless and enjoyable.

Y/N smiled peacefully, in that moment no longer was she self-conscious or insecure about her skin tone. Minho had just outdone himself yet again with making her feel beautiful for who she really was - he truly loved every part of Y/N, from the color of her skin to how it lit up when a smile found its way onto his lips.

The darkness already existed but the light within them sparkled brighter than anyone could ever imagine with just one simple loving gesture; watching him made emotions bubble inside.

When their hands joined together, Y/N felt an overflowing fountain of warmth flooding through them and radiating out from their bodiesthis sensation even further; there were wishes still unfulfilled and dreams still lingering amongst stars which would keep on fighting until they reach one's destiny at last, but life by itself felt complete because these moments sure did fill in plenty for what seemed to be missing before now as comforting words washed away fears.

Minho gently lifted Y/N's chin, tenderly wiping away the tears that trickled down her cheeks. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he gazed into her eyes with understanding.

Immense amount of passion and tenderness put forth through this simple yet powerful statement was more than enough for Y/N to realise that despite any insecurity she felt about her dark skin, Minho loved it just as much - if not even more - then some others may have regarded it with.

Something within these moments seemed almost magical; there was a sense of pure bliss radiating off their embrace which neither wanted nor could break free from like two souls being sewn together after so many years apart.

All those inhibitions regarding shade or beauty discrimination suddenly vanished right before them because in each other's arms they were both special and remarkable beyond measure regardless of all else that may exist around them telling otherwise.

As long as love and comfort were shared between the two of them, Y/N no longer needed to worry about anything because with Minho she felt not only safer but truly accepted too.

Changbin's eyes were gentle - something Y/N had rarely ever seen before in a man but when Changbin looked at her she felt like no one else mattered.

His gaze upheld her with warmth and acceptance that was never once denied, he saw the beauty in every imperfection of hers; tenderly Carroll his thumb along Y/N checks as he repeated "My love, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, your dark skin is beautiful beyond compare".

It was almost like seeing through any silly social standard regarding complexions because if there were such things none existed for him anymore; its magnificent texture can only be celebrated rather than belittled or ignored.

The dissatisfaction which consumed so much of Y/Ns heart suddenly evaporated whatever doubt remained within it upon being embraced by words of sincerity that proclaimed her complexion to be indescribably lovely!

Suddenly all those doubts about how socially unacceptable some may consider darker hues vanished - allowing one to genuinely bask into an atmosphere full bliss with no fear of judgement or contempt.

Despite any criticism one may of faced prior to this moment, being loved and accepted by Changbin gave Y/N the confidence she needed to come into her own and show off every part of herself; all inhibitions lifting away which until now had only held her back from revealing who she truly was due solely because doubt started settling in instead!

The courage that arose alongside love inspired a new kind bravery within as soon proud smiles lit up so beautifully illuminated faces it seemed like stars themselves were beginning shine through eyes when partners leaned closer indulge more - illuminating remarkable beams magnificence around them produced reverberating effects much further than just two others touching but rather an immense feeling joy radiating outwards anyone willing witness.

Y/N was overwhelmed with emotion as she looked up at Changbin, tears streaming down her face. She had been so insecure for so long and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly. Changbin held her close, stroking her hair soothingly until she calmed down.

He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes again, "Don't ever doubt your beauty again, my love. You are perfect just the way you are."

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling more loved and cherished than ever before. With Changbin's words, all of Y/N's fears and doubts vanished. She knew that she was beautiful and that no one else's opinions mattered. As long as she had Changbin by her side, she could conquer anything.

Hyunjin stood in front of Y/N with a look of awe and wonder on his face. "Y/N," he whispered, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

" His eyes caressed every inch of Y/N's dark skin, admiring the unique and captivating shades that made her stand out from the crowd. He reached out and ran his fingers down her arm, relishing in the softness and warmth of her skin.

"When you speak of your skin colour like it's a bad thing, it breaks my heart," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "Your dark complexion is a gift. It's what makes you who you are, and who you are is absolutely stunning."

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes at Hyunjin's words. She had never felt so seen and appreciated for something that she had always been insecure about. Hyunjin's words were like a balm to her soul, soothing her insecurities and making her feel beautiful in her own skin.

She embraced Hyunjin tightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotions."Thank you," she whispered, burying her face in his chest.

Hyunjin held her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. His words were like music to her ears, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

"I love every inch of you," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I love your dark skin, your curves, your flaws - everything about you is perfect to me."

Y/N looked up at him, feeling a newfound confidence and self-love stirring within her. She realized that she didn't need anyone else's validation or approval - as long as she had Hyunjin's love and acceptance, that was all she needed.

"Thank you for loving me for who I am," she said, smiling up at him.Hyunjin grinned back at her, cupping her face in his hands.

"Always, my love," he said, before leaning in to kiss her deeply. In that moment, Y/N felt like she was on top of the world- with Hyunjin by her side, there was nothing that could stop them.

They were each other's support system, rock, and home - and nothing else mattered,the passion between them intensified with each passing moment as Hyunjin continued to shower Y/N with love and affection.

His lips were like a magnet, pulling her in and igniting a fire within her that she had never known before. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their skin enveloping one another as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

As they parted from the kiss, Y/N looked up at Hyunjin with a newfound confidence and love. "I don't need anyone else's approval," she said, her voice full of conviction. "As long as I have you, I am complete."

Hyunjin smiled down at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "You are always enough for me," he said, his arms tightening around her waist.

And with those words, Y/N knew that she would never have to worry about her insecurities again. With Hyunjin by her side, she was unstoppable - and together they would conquer the world.

Jisung came home to find Y/N crying on the couch. He rushed over to her side, taking her in his arms and holding her close.

"What's wrong, my love?" he whispered soothingly.Y/N sniffled, tears streaming down her face. "I just feel so ugly," she said.

"Everyone is always talking about how light skin is better, and I just can't help but feel like I don't measure up."

Jisung shook his head, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. "That's not true at all," he said firmly. "You are the most beautiful woman I know, inside and out."

Y/N felt a little better at Jisung's words, but still felt a twinge of doubt. "But why do so many people think that lighter skin is better?" she asked.

Jisung's expression softened as he stroked her cheek lovingly. "It's just society's standards, my love," he said. "But you don't have to buy into those standards. You are unique and beautiful just the way you are - never let anyone make you doubt that."

Y/N's heart swelled at Jisung's words and she leaned into him, feeling comforted by his embrace. She knew that she was lucky to have someone like Jisung in her

life - someone who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally. With him by her side, she felt like she could conquer anything.

Jisung continued to hold her close, running his fingers through her hair as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. His touch was like a balm to her soul, soothing her insecurities and making her feel loved and cherished.

"We don't need to conform to society's standards," he said. "We can create our own standards - ones that are based on love and acceptance rather than superficial appearances. And in my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling a newfound confidence stirring within her. Jisung's words were like a beacon of light, shining brightly and guiding her towards self-love and acceptance.

"Thank you," she whispered, snuggling closer to him. Jisung held her close, feeling grateful for the chance to comfort and support the woman he loved. He knew that there would be more challenges to come, but as long as he had Y/N by his side, he felt like they could conquer anything together.

Y/N looked up at Jisung, feeling a sense of gratitude and admiration for the man she loved. He had always been her rock, her support system, and her confidante - and she couldn't imagine going through life without him.

"You always have a way of making me feel better," she said, smiling up at him. Jisung grinned back at her, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I will always be here to make you feel better," he said.

"That's what love is all about."Y/N leaned in to kiss him softly, feeling a surge of passion and desire as their lips met.

Jisung's touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as he caressed her body with his hands. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Y/N looked up at Jisung with a sense of wonder. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have someone like him in her life - someone who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally.

"I love you," she whispered.

Jisung smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling with emotion. "I love you too," he said softly. "And nothing will ever change that.

"They both knew that there would be challenges to come - but they had each other's love and support, and nothing could come between them.

Felix was using Y/N’s phone when he saw her twitter and all the mean comments about her dark skin.

Felix's heart sank as he scrolled through Y/N's Twitter feed, reading the hurtful comments about her dark skin. He knew that the world could be cruel, but it was different when it was directed towards someone he loved so deeply.

He looked up to see Y/N watching him, her eyes full of sadness and shame. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said quietly.

Felix shook his head, setting the phone down and reaching for her hand. "You don't have to apologize," he said firmly.

"Those people are just ignorant and don't know how to appreciate beauty when they see it." Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "But what if they're right?" she whispered. "What if I'm not beautiful?"

Felix's heart broke at the insecurity in her voice. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said firmly. "And your skin color has nothing to do with that."

Y/N looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or hesitation. When she found none, she felt a flicker of hope stirring within her. Maybe - just maybe - Felix was right.

"I just wish people could see past my skin color," she said softly. Felix's expression softened as he stroked her cheek.

"I know," he said. "But you don't need their approval or validation. You are beautiful just the way you are, and anyone who can't see that is missing out on something truly special."

Felix smiled down at her, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I love you too," he said softly. "And I will always be here to remind you of how beautiful you are."

Any obstacle that came their way. As they stood there, wrapped up in each other's arms, Y/N could feel her heart racing with anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for months - ever since she first laid eyes on Felix and felt a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore.

Now, as they stood there together, she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey - a journey that would take them through ups and downs, but ultimately lead them to a place of deep love and connection.

With Felix by her side, she knew that anything was possible. And as they continued to share tender kisses in the soft glow of the moonlight, Y/N felt her worries and fears melting away.

All that mattered now was the love they shared - and the promise of an incredible future together.

Seungmin wrapped his arms around Y/N, gazing into her eyes with love and admiration. He knew that she was insecure about her dark skin - but he also knew how wrong that perception could be.

His fingers traced a path down her arm, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he murmured, smiling softly.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. She had always struggled with her self-image, but Seungmin had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world. "I'm not sure I see what you see," she admitted.

Seungmin's expression turned serious as he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "You are stunning, Y/N," he said firmly. "Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

Y/N blushed at his words, feeling a flutter in her stomach. She had never felt so seen and appreciated before. Seungmin made her feel like she was truly worth something.

He leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips tender and sweet against hers. Y/N felt herself melting into the kiss, losing herself in the moment and forgetting all of her insecurities.

As they pulled away, Seungmin looked at her with a sense of awe. "I can't believe I get to be with someone as amazing as you," he said quietly.

Y/N smiled up at him, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. She knew that she was lucky to have someone that loved and supported her the way Seungmin did. And with him by her side, she knew that she could face any challenge that came her way.

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful," she said softly, nuzzling into his chest. Seungmin held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"You are beautiful, Y/N," he whispered. "Inside and out."

Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her, as if all her worries and fears had been lifted away. Seungmin had a way of making her feel like she could conquer anything - and with him by her side, she knew that she could.

They stood there together for a long moment, their bodies pressed close and their hearts entwined. And as they gazed out at the world around them, Y/N felt a sense of joy and hope stirring within her.

She knew that they would face obstacles in the future - but with Seungmin by her side, she had all the strength and courage she needed to tackle them head on.

From this moment forward, their lives were intertwined...and Y/N couldn't be more grateful for it.

Jeongin cupped her face and kissed her forehead lovingly. "You're so beautiful," he spoke, his voice soft and gentle.

Y/N felt the warmth of his affection radiating through her body, easing away all of the insecurities she had about her dark skin.

Jeongin saw something in Y/N that made him love her even more, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for it."Thank you," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Jeongin smiled down at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "Don't ever forget how beautiful you are," he said firmly. "Your skin color doesn't define you - your heart and soul do."

Y/N felt herself melting into his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his arms. With Jeongin by her side, she knew that she could face anything that the world threw at her.

As they stood there together, Y/N felt a sense of gratitude and love wash over her. She was so lucky to have someone like Jeongin in her life - someone who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally.

And as they shared their love in soft whispers and tender touches, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.

Whatever the future held, she knew that they would face it together - nothing could ever hurt her. As their lips met in another longing kiss, Y/N knew that she would be safe within the warm, loving embrace of his arms.

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If you love me enough.

Can I have Dwayne and David fic being pampered I’m fine with a reader Drabble but god damn today has been stressful. Oaky love you drink water

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

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I love you too and yes I'll do this since, sigh, you're my bitch

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pairing ❚ dwayne x fem! reader x david

category ❚ imagine

warnings ❚ she/her pronouns. bratty reader. childish reader. little space... kind of. slight mention of trauma. use of the word daddy (in a comforting way). david being softer than usual. slight mention of an ed but it's brief.

summary ❚ you aren't acting your usual self again, and dwayne and david know exactly what's wrong. they do their best to comfort you.

this was not proof read so if it's fucked up, sue me.

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“ psst, david! ”

paul had his palms cupped over his mouth much like the gesture of one that'd blow a dart. he whisper yelled to his brother, brows drawn together and voice slightly shifty. it was unusual, and due to david's sensitive hearing he heard as such.

the lighter blonde turned his head to look over his shoulder at paul, whom had stepped away from his conversation with you and marko to crouch in the walk-way to get his attention. he looked idiotic, beings as he didn't need to be so dramatic, but that was just paul for you.

arching a brow, cigarette hanging from his lips, david rolled the wheel to his uncapped zippo under his thumb. “ what is it? ” he asked simply, only... a slight tone of interest actually surfaced. he wanted to know why paul sounded off.

“ c'mere, ” the vampire waved his fellow coven member over, arm above his head. david rolled his eyes, but turned in his wheelchair, only to get up from it. he circled the chair to walk over to paul.

paul got up from his crouched position on the floor, only to grab david by the shoulders and yank him into the darker part of the cave where they could speak in private.

“ what the hell, paul? ” david growled, shoving the sandy blonde off of him once they were in closed quarters. he didn't like being man handled - especially by someone who knows he hates that. “ keep your paws to your fucking self. you know I don't enjoy being touched. ”

paul shrugged, raising his hands in surrender. “ sorry, man... ” pausing, he clicked his tongue. arms lowering slowly. “ but, uh, it's y/n. she's acting weird. ”

this immediately caught david's attention. squinting, the male eyed his brother in suspicion. “ weird, how? ”

paul raked a hand through his messy hair with a sigh, tosling it out of nervous habit. “ I don't... know? ” he grimaced from his lack of explanation. “ I just- man, she's not her preppy self. I'm not sure how to explain it. ”

david, rather calmly, placed a hand onto paul's shoulder - only to down so hard, a crack was heard. the sand blonde winced, but since he knew something like this was coming, said nothing.

“ well use your fucking head, ” david spoke through gritted teeth, a now dark expression masked onto his face. “ if something's wrong with our girl, I'd like to know. don't pussy-foot around, paul. ”

“ well-! ” paul scoffed, snatching his shoulder back. he had no trouble snapping it back into place with a harsh grab of his elbow, and a shove. “ fuck, man. you know I'm not good at explaining things! ” he was getting frustrated at this point, because you meant as much to paul just as you meant as much to david. if not more. he just wasn't sure about what was going on with you and didn't know how to get it out of you.

for one, you were unusually quiet; not talkative like you usually are. for two, when he asked you what was wrong, you refused to answer both him and marko. he has no other choice but to come to david, dwayne was no where in sight.

“ I care about her too, david... ” paul grumbled, not letting his glossed over orbs meet the brutal killer's. instead, they were pointed to the ground, a fresh coat of worry etched in them. “ I just don't know what to do. this isn't like all of the other times she was upset.. ” he briefly paused. “ - it's different. she seems different. ”

david studied paul for a moment. from watching rhe crease of his brow tremble, to smelling the fresh scent of known salt. he knew paul was on the verge of crying cause he couldn't tell what was wrong with his baby. stuff like this ate him alive.

“ I'll handle it. ” david sighed. after stuffing away his lighter into his pocket, he wrapped an arm around the back of paul's neck; hooking his hand onto his opposite shoulder. pressing a kiss to the sandy blonde's forehead, which was a rare tender approach, and then leaving the small space.

paul was left, stunned, but didn't bother going after david. a smile took over his lips.

“ baby... please tell me what's wrong. ” marko was rolling his thumbs gently over your knuckles, while standing in a crouched position to look up at you. you sat on the edge of your bed, in which was positioned in the middle of your own room; looking not at him, but at the wall on the left.

“ no.. ” you grumbled again, lips turned down in a pouty frown. your supple lips were so puffed out that they looked damn kissable, but the coiled blonde knew he couldn't think such a way at the moment. you were the main priority.

“ honey... ” his voice was pure softness; breathless as the fluffy clouds on the sky. “ y’gotta tell me what's wrong or I'll never know how to solve the problem. ”

you glanced at marko, just briefly, enough to see his blue-green eyes staring at you sadly. the reflection you saw of yourself in his shiny orbs was... ethereal. but you paid no mind to that, much to scared to tell him your issue. so you snapped your head away once more, choosing to bite down on your lips and shake a little no out.

a sigh could be heard leaving him, before he let go of your delicate hands and stood up. that's when marko sensed a presence behind him.

“ david.. ” the coil-haired vampire muttered, turning he blonde's way. david gave him a knowing look, and marko nodded.

“ I'm gonna’ go hang with paulie, angel face. ” marko spoke lowly to you after he turned back in your direction. you gave him no reply, but he expected that; settling to step forward and cup a hand to the back of your head, before pressing a kiss to your temple.

then he was gone.

and then there were two.

“ y/n... ” david's voice nearly made you flinch, but you caught yourself; instead, managing a shaky huff out. you didn't reply, just like you didn't to either paul or marko. it was... strange, how you were acting, but the head blonde had an inkling of what could be the problem. he just didn't want to voice it right away in case you were scared off.

so, he silently walked his way over to you; the light trudge making your breath quicken in anticipation.

it was scary... david. it was scary how david could be. you never knew what he was thinking, or how he'd act, and quite frankly it intimidated you. you felt safe around him, but that never stopped his presence from making the back of your hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

you're probably thinking, how the hell does that even make sense? well, it does.

you know he'd never hurt you. he'd never lay a finger on you without your consent, nor bruise a piece of skin on your very body. but... just his aura, his high confidence was a fright. it made your stomach swirl in a weird way you couldn't describe. and, for someone who hated being yelled at, it was terrifying never knowing what could set him off.

trauma response if you will.

“ kitten... ”

damn, that nickname. the one that always seemed to calm you down around him. In any other circumstance you'd probably hate the name, but the way david said it was so addicting.

he placed a finger under the round of your chin and applied pressure, forcing you to look him in the eye. and, god, his eyes... they were so pretty. you could sob.

that's why you clutched at your cotton dress, bunching the fabric between your fingers out of habit. it rode up from your knees, revealing the cute stripes of your knee-highs.

“ I heard you weren't acting yourself. ” david spoke in a softer tone than usual, as to not make you flee or retract from his touch. his face was also more... calming. brows tilted in an oppositely slanted manner, while his plush lips formed a gentler approach instead of his usual, stiff lined frown it rested in.

due to his nature being more open, like a night time breeze, you relaxed. your stiff shoulders falling into a small slouch, while your still back finally rested.

you didn't answer him, though. you lips, however, did for you... choosing to quiver violently. he knew you were gonna cry if he didn't do something.

the male leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. his kiss was so caring and light, it's almost as if his lips weren't even there on the first place. the way he slid his hand to the back of your head in a gentle cradle- you were nearly sent into a blissful spiral.

It's like your breath was taken away, though. the anxieties, the welling in your tummy, all gone. the burn from before had vanished, too... you could sigh in relief.

“ sh... ” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “ it's alright. ”

“ I'm guessing you're in pain again? ” a new voice entered the conversation, much deeper, but feather like. It was so silky soft that the tone could wrap around you like a much needed blanket.

“ I don't know, dwayne. ” david answered him, since you still wouldn't speak. “ she hasn't spoken to any of us. I think it may be her wanting to not eat again... but I rather her tell me herself, so I'm not forced to pry into her mind. ” his thumb drew swift circles into your cheek in a gentle manner, while he stared at you. “ but she has yet to tell me... ”

dwayne's presence was no longer across the room, but behind you. your breath hitched as you felt his legs cage around you from behind; legs comfortably homing themselves beside yours. his arms circling your waist, loosely.

“ you have t’talk to us, sweetheart. ” dwayne mumbled in your ear, his addicting voice sending shivers down your spine. he felt the tremble, causing him to chuckle.. but said nothing of it. “ what's wrong, princess? ”

“ ... I don't wanna’ talk ‘bout ‘t... ” you finally voice out your thoughts, but your voice was multiple tones softer than usual. if the two were human, there's no way they would've heard you. thank god for their over-active hearing.

“ you have to, sweetie. ” dwayne used a single hand to circle the side of your neck. a thumb pressed into your pulse point gently, while his fingers cradled your throat lazily; a gentle rhythm of smooth rubs from his thumb instantly going to work to soothe you. “ how else are we supposed to know what's bothering you? ”

you frowned, knowing he was right. of course the boys could always read your mind, but they knew you hated when they did that unless it was during intercourse. they respected that opinion of yours, so they decided to throw away the thought all together, even if it meant nagging you for hours on end for you to speak about how you felt.

sighing, you looked down to your clothed thighs, brushing your hands over the material that covered them, “ m’tummy is burning again... ” you swallowed harshly because you were afraid to continue, but david sensed your wariness. he reached forward and grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it warmly.

“ and... and I wanna’ eat, ” your lip sucked in between your teeth, you biting down on it as to not cry. “ but my mind keeps convincing me not to. I hate it. ”

both of the men knew words couldn't convince you it'd be okay to eat, nor would it help your mindset. you were someone who thought no one understood, which was okay to think- but, because you felt that way, you hated to accept any type of verbal comfort and advice.

that's why, instead, they showed you it.

david looked up at dwayne, and dwayne nodded; tightening his hold in you and leaning back. your figure was pulled up over his own, causing you to gasp and snap out of your spaced out state. but, also, causing you to whine and try n’ wiggle away from him.

“ dwayne! ” you cried out, trying to actually elbow him. “ let go! ”

“ no. ” his tone was sharp and stern, and it instantly knocked you into stopping your movements. you whimpered out, “ but- ” only for your words to die down into your throat once your dress was lifted.

gasping, you looked down, watching as david, who had one knee pressed into the mattress as he leaned over you and dwayne, lifted the material without a care. a look of concentration was actually on his face. and, although the act seemed suggestive, he actually did not have those intentions. “ daddy-! ”

“ hush, ” dwayne took ahold of your jaw and angled your face upwards, to where you were looking at him with those pitiful eyes. “ look at me, sweetheart... ”

you felt the coolness of the air draft up against your now bare stomach, causing you to shiver, the peach fuzz on your thighs turning into goose bumps. “ daddy.. ” you whispered at dwayne, voice low, causing him to smile.

“ hey, baby.. ” he cooed. a small kiss was given to your lower lip. “ talk to me... you're okay. I promise I got you. ”

feeling soft lips not only press to your lip, but belly as well left you whimpering. “ stop’t.. ”

“ stop what? ” dwayne was innocently looking at you. so far, he's done nothing - so what's the case?

“ you two ate teasing me! ” your voice came out really whiny, so cute, making the two men chuckle. you could just feel david's smirk on you.

“ sounds like someone is cranky. ” david's hands were gently massaging your thighs, while his lips trailed up your body; kisses going to the vast between your breasts.

another whine.

“ I'm not! ” you huffed, gently kicking your legs - but david stopped you. forearm pressing down on your legs, holding them in place.

“ I think she's hungry, david. ” a wolfish grin formed on dwayne's lips while he continued to stare at you, his half lidded eyes holding nothing but the call of mischief. “ don't you? ”

“ I know a hungry girl when I see one.. ” david rumbled, busy leaving kisses on every inch of your body. you were flushed by now, but pushes every dirty thought in your mind, away.

“ you two are mean. ” huffing, pudging out your cheeks, you gave up on calling out the two vampires that were being nothing but asses. settling on just laying there in dwayne's arms while david smothers you.

“ maybe, ” dwayne hummed. he kissed your hair, while brushing his thumb over your lips, which you replied to by lightly nipping his thumb.. “ but we distracted you, didn't we? ”

“ you didn't- ” the burning in your tummy was gone. now, it was just replaced with yearning, and a bubbly feeling in which the boys always gave you. a giddy one that you loved.

gasping, you tilted your head back to look up at dwayne. he gave a toothy grin to you. “ it doesn't hurt anymore! ”

dwayne proudly laughed, but that laugh only got louder once you broke free of his hold and twisted in his arms. david got shoved away, which made a growl leave him- but you paid no mind to it. Instead, you hovered above the dark haired vampire and began peppering his face with kisses.

“ I love you, I love you, I love you! ”

“ hey! ” david's bark caused you to pause your adorable abusiveness to dwayne's face. lifting your head, you gave a slow turn in his direction, blinking at him owlishly.

“ what? ” his eyes narrowed. “ I just get shoved aside like a piece of raw meat? ”

you blinked again.

It took a minute to register what he had said, but once you did... a big smile broke out across your face.

you hummed, got off of dwayne, and bounced yourself over to david preppily. he watched your movements with a sour look, but couldn't deny that his heart was swelling.

“ no, daddy.. ” your arms circles his waist, and as you stepped closer, you rested your chin on his chest; looking up at him with great big, die eyes. “ I love you, too... thank you both. ”

david stared at you for a moment, with that usual blank look that usually slid onto his face. he... wasn't sure what was going through his head - and at first, you thought he wouldn't reply because of how silent he was, but he surprised you by leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.

“ I love you, too.. ” he whispered. “ so fucking much. ”

#david x reader #david powers #the lost boys david #david tlb #dwayne x reader #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

[multiverse-imagines]

um… so I literally just binged read all your Vash fics. Planning on watching the anime on Saturday.

but I’m even tho I’m a newcomer……

can I get a Vash x Reader, where maybe homeboy gets her pregnant.

👉👈

he’s already taking over my life…

A/N: so I'm not typically comfortable with writing this kind of thing, but for specifically you, (and Vash) just this once, I'll indulge a pregnancy fic request. It gave me a chance to think about things I don't want to write in the future. It's my fault for not putting it in my pinned post. I will say this was one of the cutest things I've written in Vash's pov, and probably how I would react if I got told I was gonna be a dad. I do appreciate getting out of my comfort zone sometimes. ^-^

On the lighter notes, I'm so excited for you to be joining the Trigun cult we've amassed on Tumblr! Give the manga a read too if you can! Don't worry about being a newcomer. I've only been in this fandom for a year. (Where has he been all my life?) It's never too late to start a new series!!! If you want someone to gush about the series with, hit me up!

I've only had Vash for a year, and in my head we've already been married for 10. xD

Sprout

I carried a box of donuts, sandwiches, and a couple of sodas towards City Hall, where she worked. She, My Lovely Mayfly, worked there as a volunteer coordinator. I decided to surprise her with lunch. She always works herself too hard, and sometimes forgets to eat. I entered the main lobby, quickly finding the office she worked in. It was empty. I came in early enough where she wouldn't have gone to lunch with anyone else. The hairs on my neck stood on end as I thought of the worst. Making my way back to the front desk, I asked the receptionist where she was.

"Oh, She went out for a bit. She said she had a doctor's appointment. Said she'd hopefully be back by lunch." The receptionist took a sip of his coffee. A doctor's appointment? She hadn't said anything about an appointment this week. Before I could make my way back to her office to wait, a chime of the front door revealed someone entering City Hall. I turned around to see her, My Mayfly. She almost seemed troubled, looking at the ground, not quite noticing me yet.

"Hey, Mayfly!" I cheerily greeted her as always. She seemed to stiffen up, but was immediately happy to see me.

"H-hey, Angel. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I brought us some lunch! How was your appointment?" She stiffened up again at this.

"Why don't we eat lunch!" She seemed to panic as she dragged me into her office, shutting the door, almost too quickly. She leaned against the door with a sigh. She was acting strange, well, more so than usual.

"Mayfly, is something wrong?" I let my voice drop to a concerned tone. Her breath hitched, and the facade of being around other people faded. Her face was almost… scared. Vulnerable, Worry, such things I never wanted to see on her face.

"Do you remember when I said sometime last week that I was feeling kinda funny?"

"Y-yeah, I thought it was the burger from the bar."

"Well, it wasn't the burger, I guess…"

"You didn't get sick, did you? You're not dying are you?" I began to worry. Humans didn't live too long on this planet. Taking a chance with her as my partner was a struggle for me. I often distance myself from others where I can, even though it doesn't ease the pain when they die. We had spoken on this topic a few times when I tried to deny her advances, even though every fiber of my being wanted her. What if she really was dying? I couldn't take her with me as I continued to run from bounty hunters and the like.

"Vash." My name leaving her lips broke my panic, and I hadn't even noticed she had taken my hands, "I'm not dying. I…." She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

"P-pregnant." I repeated back to her, "wh…what?" My face relaxed from panic to surprise as my gaze drifted to her hips, "I.. I didn't think that was even possible." A wave of emotion was flowing through me all at once. How was my DNA compatible with human DNA? How was I supposed to keep the two of them safe? Raising a child on the run? What if Knives targeted them? What if I died before I could see the kid go to school? Or get married? Oh, Rem, help me. What if they died young? What if I lost Mayfly during the birthing process? What if I lost both of them?

My body moved on its own as I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. I rested one hand on her back, the other rested on her cheek. I allowed my mind to clear as I lost myself in her kiss.

I whispered her name when I parted from her lips. Holding her chin to keep intimate eye contact.

"I love you. Let's have a family together." I found myself laughing a little bit as a smile came across my face. The laughter spread as I pressed more little kisses to her lips, "I'm gonna be a dad." I toyed with the idea of teaching the little sprout how to color, ride a Tomas, reading them bedtime stories, falling asleep with them cradled into my chest on our ragged couch, and even teaching them good morals if I could help it.

"I'll keep you both safe. I promise."

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #tw: pregnancy

[yes-divine-ruler]

Warren Lipka (Evan Peters in AA) x Fem!Reader Smut - “Coffee and Sex” (18+)

Requested! Enjoy <3

Summary: strangers meet in Amsterdam outside Coffeshop Smokey, and are both just as high and horny for eachother.

CW: strangers-with-benefits, weed smoking, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, cream pie

Words: 2025

I sat outside Coffeeshop Smokey, a spliff to my lips. I exhaled, blowing out O's until I couldn't. I was bored, and very high. All I've done tonight is smoke and play pool with a couple of friends, that then decided they were too tired and had to go back to our hotel. Now I sat, waiting for someone to walk passed that might strike my interest.

Almost as soon as that thought crossed my mind, a young guy in a suit and long curly dark hair stood outside the cafe, staring in from across the street. He looked like a first time tourist, bewildered by the fact that it was okay to smoke weed on the streets of Amsterdam, like he hadn't done his reading.

He caught me staring, his dark eyes locking with mine, almost unnoticed if not for the dimly lit street light. He made a beeline for me, as I put out my joint and sat up straight in my cafe chair.

"What is this place? Doesn't smell like coffee to me?" He asked, scratching the top of his head in a joking way and flashing me an adorable smile.

I raised an eyebrow at him, amused by his ignorance. He sat down in the chair in front of me, his eyes set on the ashtray with the burnt out joint.

"Can I go- buy one?" He asked me, putting a cigarette between his lips from his jacket pocket and lighting it with my lighter.

"Go ahead," I said to him, waving a hand towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

"You sound foreign too," he picked out, laughing in relief, like he wasn't the only one outside of his home country.

"Yeah, I'm on vacation," I said, leaning back in my chair, taking in his appearance again. He was hot, I thought, lean and toned, with the perfect facial features and dimples. I would sit on his face.

"I'll be back," he said, dropping his cigarette in the ashtray and disappearing inside.

Moments passed before he was outside again, a pack of 3 rolled joints in a plastic bag. He sat down again, ripping one eagerly from the packaging and placing it to his lips. He reached over and grabbed my lighter again, this time holding it up as if asking if it was okay to use it. I nodded, my bottom lip between my teeth as I watched as he lit it, taking a big draw.

He coughed as he exhaled, slumping down in his chair and hitting his chest with his fist.

"Good- shit," he got out, making me laugh. He was funny, and confident. I liked that.

"So how long are you here?" I asked him, bringing my drink up to my lips and taking a sip from the straw.

"Uh- only a couple days, business trip," he said, referring to his suit. I didn't know if I could believe his business was very official, he seemed unsettled, anxious, and the suit didn't seem expensive.

"Right," I said, as he looked at me as he inhaled again from his joint.

"You're really fucking hot," he blurted, sucking in his cheeks as he bit them from inside, showing his deep dimples. I knew he felt like it was risky complimenting me so forwardly. I laughed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What's your name?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I waited for a response.

"Uh Warren, Warren Lipka," he said, taking another hit of his joint. When he exhaled he asked, "what's yours?"

"Y/N," I replied, watching him finally put down the joint.

"Where are you staying?" He asked me, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"Uh with some friends, a few blocks away," I replied, shrugging.

"Right.. do you wanna come back to my room? It's just down the street," he asked, and I looked at him with narrow eyes.

"Why don't we just hang out here?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"Well I can't get to know you better here, can I?" He teased. We were both high, I almost didn't even hear what he said, until I processed it. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Alright," I said, getting up. Warren looked at me with wide eyes, not believing that what he said actually worked. It didn't, but he was hot and I was bored, I just wouldn't let him know that I was in control of the situation.

He followed me, saying that his room was to the left of the coffee shop.

"So, have you been to Amsterdam before?" He asked, catching up to me with a small jog. I didn't look at him as we continued walking.

"Yeah, every year," I said, finally looking at him.

"Oh, lucky, love it here," he said, looking out onto the busy street, "it's so different to back home,"

"And where's that?" I asked, as his hand landed on the small of my back as we wove through foot traffic.

"Kentucky," Warren replied, as he stopped outside a tall motel, small steps leading up to the entrance.

"What about you?" He seemed interested in getting to know me, or maybe he just needed to seem like he was to get me inside his room.

"(Your Country)," you replied, following him into the small lobby, watching as he nodded as a greeting to the receptionist.

"I can tell from your accent," he said, climbing up the stairs near the entrance.

"What, no elevator?" I teased, as we made it to the first floor.

"Not exactly in the budget," he said, reaching for a key inside his pocket and unlocking the room door.

"I thought you were on business?" I asked him, as I watched him take off his suit jacket and toss it on the couch. He went over to his king size bed, sitting on the edge and kicking off his dress shoes, laying down in just his button up, slacks and socks.

"I am," he said, craning his neck upwards to look at me, "come here," he suggested, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

I obliged, taking off my own boots near the couch, and pulling my thick sweater above my head, leaving me in a thermal tank top and baggy jeans. Warren looked at me as I shimmed off my jeans in front of him, keeping my panties and tank top on. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Someone's keen," he teased, big smile on his face as I went over and laid down next to him on the bed, laughing as he crawled on-top of me, our faces inches apart.

"I'm so fucking high," Warren mumbled, as my hands ventured to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his soft curls. He moaned softly, I guess he liked having his hair pulled.

"So am I," I mumble, as we both let out a laugh.

"Kiss me," I whispered, watching Warren close his eyes and come in towards me, finally connecting his soft lips with mine. Oh my god did it feel good.

His hands rested on the bed next to my face as we kissed, his lips soft. He tilted his head to the side getting better access, his tongue darting out and licking mine. I let him in my mouth, our tongues coming together during every kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, my head dazed and my stomach in a knot, full of hunger for this man. He broke the kiss, sitting up on his knees and unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off. I took the opportunity to lift up my tank top, throwing it to the side and gasping as it landed on the lamp by the bed. Warren stopped, then we both burst out laughing.

"Shh shh," he said, covering my mouth with his hand as we continued laughing. I opened my mouth, taking his middle finger in my mouth and sucking on it. He bit his lip and looked at me, before his eyes averted to my breasts.

"Now when did those come out?" He said, dipping his head down and taking my nipple in his mouth. I gasped, my hands tugging his hair again as he sucked softly.

I reached down and undid his slacks, pulling them down the best I could until he was just in his underwear like I was. He groaned, as I took a hold of his hard and prominent erection in his underwear.

His thumbs dipped into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down off my legs and throwing them onto the floor. His eyes travelled down my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I laid there watching him, before he cupped under my thighs and brought them up over his shoulders.

"You're so.. perfect," he said, letting out a deep breath he'd been holding in. I raised my arms above my head, resting them on the pillow and his hand travelled down between my legs. He flicked his thumb over my clit, provoking a soft moan to leave my lips.

His fingers slid over my folds, collecting the wetness that pooled there, before he inserted a finger. I let out another moan, as his fingers worked inside me at a steady pace, his thumb coming in contact with my clit and rubbing circles on it simultaneously.

Having sex high was my favourite thing in the whole world, my heightened senses made it feel like I was on cloud 9, my pleasure indescribable.

"Baby you're so wet, it's dripping," he said through clenched teeth, pulling down his own underwear and taking his hard cock in his hand. He stroked it, as I watched, totally taken off guard by his length.

"Fuck me Warren," I mumbled, as he lined myself up at my entrance, slowly pushing inside, his eye contact never wavering. His eyes closed as he entered me, pushing himself all the way in. I grabbed onto his biceps, my fingernails digging into his skin.

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he moaned, slowly thrusting into me, my legs still over his shoulders. It was pure ecstasy, feeling him inside me deeper than I could’ve imagined.

“Warren- oh my god,” I moaned as his thumb started to rub small circles on my clit again.

His thrusts got faster, curse words and sounds of pure pleasure escaping his lips, one hand wrapped around my leg, the other still circling my clit. I was going to cum, and I think he could tell because he thrust into me deep, hitting a spot inside me.

“Warren I-” I could barely get a sentence out, it felt like I was seeing stars from how good it all felt. His forehead collected swear, the tattoos and veins on his arms jumping out to me.

I came, clenching around his cock, my pussy wetter than ever. His thrusts didn’t falter in speed and I rode out my high, grabbing onto both of my breasts with my nipples between my fingers.

“I’m gonna cum, holy shit,” he cursed, cumming inside me, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

He pulled out, sitting on his heels, as he watched his own cum trickle out of my pussy, collecting in a pool on the bed sheets. He groaned, letting out a laugh of disbelief.

“Fuck your pussy is amazing,” he beamed, coming down beside me and scooping me into his arms, our naked bodies warm and sticky with sweat.

I moved to look at him, moving his damp hair out of his eyes. He stared at me from hooded eyes, both of us breathing heavy, before planting a soft kiss on my shoulders.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked in a quiet voice, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.

“Another joint then round 2?” I suggested, as he got up and almost ran to his slack pocket, pulling out 2 joints.

“Read my mind, Y/N baby,” he said, as I wrapped his sheet around me and followed him onto the balcony of his motel room.

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[softquietsteadylove]

Ahhhh second first date! Second first date! Of course i need to know how it goes!!

"And the server was definitely super jealous of me."

Thena laughed again. That was all she'd been doing since they left the house, she was quite sure. Since Gil 'picked her up', that was to say.

It was very sweet. He had showed up at her guest room door, dressed up and with a charming smile, even making an attempt to look nervous. He asked if she was ready, offered his arm; he was the perfect gentleman for their first date.

Her second chance.

Of course she had to know more about their first-first date. And Gil was happy to elucidate her once she insisted enough that telling her that much would not cause her brain to catch fire (as the doctor seemed to have implied in some way).

"But it was a nice dinner, then I walked you back to where you were staying at the end of the beach," he recounted, his eyes completely starry. "I had never gotten to actually have a romantic walk on the beach, before. Total bucket list stuff."

"It sounds lovely," she remarked mildly, without much choice with no memory of it for herself.

"The moon was out and everything, and it looked really pretty with your hair and your white dress, and the shawl thing-y you had on over it." Gil gestured vaguely to simulate the flowing garment she had worn over her bare shoulders. It certainly painted a picture, and she was quite sure she knew what he was referring to, having glimpsed a long white shawl in their closet.

She tried not to laugh too hard, mindful of the gentle atmosphere of the bakery. The tables were really just for people waiting for orders. They didn't have a fancy coffee machine, or an official barista. But Gil did bring out cups of real, boiled hot cocoa from the back--a secret only for their own, of course. They were waiting on their fresh baked pastries to come out and cool.

"I was so distracted by you that I didn't even realise when we were back at your doorstep," he sighed, but his comedic tone faded. He looked at her more softly, leaning his cheek against his hand. "I told you flat out that I was having such a good time I wished you were staying further away."

Thena attempted to laugh into her mug, this time.

"You laughed at it then, too." He sounded more wistful now. "But I told you I was serious and asked if I could see you again. I don't know why you were so surprised."

Probably because she had never been one to be asked out by someone like him. Men, sure, but not very sweet, very funny, very honest gentlemen like Gil. Just...men. She wasn't approachable enough for someone as sweet and charming as Gil.

She still thought that, to a degree.

"But you agreed, and I asked if I could kiss you too," he at least smiled at this part of the story, although his longing for the past remained. "You said I didn't have to ask, which wasn't a yes, but I guessed I was supposed to read between the lines."

Again, the Thena in the story and Thena herself in the present were different people. But she felt her stomach clench faintly at the idea.

"I did kiss you," Gil sighed, returning to his lighter, more jovial tone. "And it totally blew my mind. I mean if I wasn't in love with you already, that would'a done it."

"Gil," she admonished lightly, partly laughing and partly sheepish at the description of this passionate kiss she couldn't remember at all.

"What?" he chuckled before taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. "You wanted to know. And that date changed the rest of my life, sweetheart."

She liked it when he called her that. She nodded, looking down at her mug. "I suppose I did. It's a nice story."

"Yeah," Gil concluded, although his sigh felt a little heavier.

She still didn't have any memories of her own to contribute. But she attempted to jump over that wave of guilt, trying to put a smile back on his handsome face. "What was our second date like?"

He clearly knew what she was trying to do, but he kept quiet about it at least. He pulled himself up in his seat and started his next story. "Well, we were still on vacation. I asked a little more about you, and you at least told me you were an artist, and you were there on leave because you found teaching wasn't really your thing."

Thena winced faintly. She was sure that was an understatement. She did have memories of teaching before moving to their current residence, and none of them made her glad to have them instead of memories of Gil.

"I told you that I had been a boxer in college, and that I was just working some boring office job and also wanted," he paused to shrug and make a face, "a change of scenery."

They were both in the midst of becoming different people when they met. How fascinating, Thena mused. Although she was quite sure Gil had always been sweet and charming and funny. Just a feeling.

"It was actually you, on that date, who asked what I liked to do for fun," he admitted much more quietly. He looked down at the table, picking at a chip in the lacquer. "I told you I liked baking and you said I could try working part time in it, just to see if I liked it enough to make it my job."

"It sounds like something I would suggest," she agreed. It was hard to imagine the man she knew now doing anything else, really. Although it was almost funny to imagine him stuffing those muscles of his into a regular office suit.

"I said I'd give it a try," he chuckled, reaching for her hand. She gave it reflexively, sense memory knowing Gil much better than her own mind. He kissed her knuckle. "And now I have the best job in the world."

She smiled down at their adjoined hands as well, feeling as if the weight of the world were on top of them. "The date, Gil?"

"Right, right," he chuckled, allowing her to move the story away from the more emotional of the topics. "Well, you suggested that, and I asked about your art some more. And since the restaurant looked kind of full, and I didn't think that was your scene, I asked if you wanted to walk along the boardwalk a little first."

"We walked by a bakery there, and you asked me what everything was, since I was 'the expert' and all."

That also sounded like something she would say; Thena attempted not to roll her eyes at herself.

"I pointed out the regular stuff," he shrugged and even looked at the pastry cases in front of them in the moment. "Croissants, cupcakes, they had some tarts. You asked about one in particular."

Thena tilted her head as he paused, but she leaned back as he did, having been so sucked into the story that she didn't even notice Ajak coming over with two small plates.

"Thanks," Gil smiled at the petite woman, obviously familiar with her.

"Thank you," Thena added, keeping her eyes on the woman who only smiled and waved in response. Ajak knew her, Thena was aware, but Gil had been determined that they could meet formally when Thena felt more ready to reintroduce those parts of their life to herself.

"This is called a petit four, just a small cake," he chuckled, turning his own plate so she could admire the little dessert from all sides. "It's pretty old school, but you asked me about it when I pointed it out to you. I bought one so you could sample it, even though you told me not to."

Thena eyed the little dessert. It seemed to be vanilla, small and glazed completely white. There was something on the top of it.

"I add just a little sea salt to mine. Call it a secret ingredient."

It was just a hint of salt, but it sank into the sweetness immediately. Just like on that day five years ago, she had tasted the saltiness of the ocean air around them as she took a bite. She could remember the wind on her skin, and how warm Gil's hand was in contrast. The smell of the little shop and the breeze around them, and Gil's cologne wafting gently over to her.

Thena whipped her head up at him. He blinked at her sudden movement but didn't say anything. He was trying to read the expression on her face.

She didn't have any other memories of it. Just that one moment had jumped out at her as she had tasted that same taste--perhaps an improvement upon it. She could remember Gil's smile as she had told him that she liked it.

"You promised."

"Hm?"

She blinked, trying not to cry over a silly little cake. "You promised you would make me one sometime. I told you I expected it to be better, since you were indeed, 'the expert'."

Gil teared up immediately. Of course he did, the gentle hearted giant. "Y-You-"

She looked down at her cake again, the pressure immediately mounting. "It's just that one moment. I can't remember past that. But-"

Thena startled as he launched from his seat across the tiny cafe table from her. He caught her lips at a funny angle, but they both tasted like chocolate and vanilla and sea salt. Her eyes fluttered.

"Sorry," he chuckled, offering a sheepish grin as he seated himself, ignoring the worried glances of other bakery patrons. "Couldn't help myself."

"Hm," she pursed her lips faintly, and he returned to his cake, unable to keep himself from staring at her. She dabbed at her lips, resisting the urge to fan herself. She still had her coat on, but it felt far too hot now in their little corner by the window. "Whatever happened to asking?"

"You told me I didn't have to ask."

#Thenamesh Vow AU #thank you so much sweetheart! #I love this au so I'm very happy to write more believe me #so in the movie she actually never regains any memories at all #which I did find interesting #but I think Thena and Gil have been through enough #taste really can unlock a deluge of memories and sensations #and now that they've made this progress #Gil is gonna be obsessed with making her stuff they've had together #Thena tells him not to get too ahead of himself #she's worried about disappointing him if she doesn't remember more #but he's just so overcome with happiness #people in the bakery look at him like dude calm down #and he's like #sorry can't a man kiss his WIFE in a moment of passion? #Thena drags him back into his seat because he's embarrassing her #Ajak is just behind the counter like ah young love #Now Gil wants to repeat all their dates #in a sense of the word #They literally get home and have brunch right after this but still #Thena texts Kari like wow had a wonderful first date #Makkari: WITH WHO #Thena: my husband obviously

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Old-fashioned Cupcake 2

Title: Old-fashion Cupcake with Capuccino (オールドファッションカップケーキwithカプチーノ)

Author/Artist: Sagan Sagan

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/12/22

Cast: Azakami Youhei x Okitsu Kazuyuki

Review Proper

What to say? Maybe it's the ADHD or the fact that I just came from two long BLCDs, but I'm always in a bad headspace when I listen to OFC. 😅 The second volume just went the second route of sequels: misunderstandings/insecurities featuring third-party appearances. I really get where Nozue-san's coming from and I'm not saying that his insecurities are invalid or whatever—it's just that he's the one who wanted to make their relationship low-key, but he was doing the worst job at it. 🙄And like what I've said in my review for volume 1, they don't have a big age gap, so this age gag with Nozue-san just annoys me. It doesn't help that they mention it every five pages or so. The more Sagan Sagan does it, the more Nozue-san's age sounds more like an excuse than a gag.

Yoneda Kou's spoiled me to the point that I can't accept anything less, it seems. 🤷Don't blame me for comparing, they also have a Togawa over there.

Anyway, that's enough of the plot.

Chil-chil 2023 was a lie. There is no way Okitsu placed fourth while Youhei placed 13th. If anything, they should be reversed—and that's coming from me, one of the biggest Okitsu whores on this site. But being an Okitsu simp also means I know how that man sounds like, and that man sounds awkward af in this tone. His Nozue-san is too slow and too light for him. Nozue-san does have moments where he'll explode in panic or anger, but considering how light and slow Okitsu's portrayal of him is, you would expect his explosions to be more on the lighter side, right? WRONG. HE GOES FULL JONATHAN JOESTAR TO DO IT LMAO

SUNLIGHT YELLOW OVERDRIVE!!!

I failed to mention in my first review that Nozue-san looks like Italy from Hetalia which is why I wanted NamiD for him... if he wasn't so problematic. Anyway, thankfully, we have a live-action. I very much prefer Kouhei Takeda over Okitsu as Nozue-san. HAHAHAHAHAHA

Youhei was the true MVP of this BLCD. I don't get how he placed so low. He was very stable, and his sex appeal shined throughout the CD. It kind of reminds me of Maeno's tbh. Chil-chil 2022 might've robbed him, but this man has earned his seat at the "tops you should look out for" table in my view. Congratulations!

The BLCD was pretty accurate to the manga. Read-alongs are indeed possible with it, but I will say that I had an issue with SuBLime's localization. For one thing, the second volume wasn't consistent with the first. Togawa calls Nozue-san "Mr. Nozue" in the first volume while he calls him "Nozue" in the second.😑I don't want to go on a long rant about honorifics, but when it comes to stories where age is an important factor, I am firm in my belief that the Japanese or a close English equivalent should be used. It's a Japanese story set in Japan; it's not your culture to localize. There, I said it.

Also,

Yes, we stan being redundant even when the original wasn't. 😌 I wouldn't be nit-picking if y'all just licensed Koi ga, SuBLime.

Still, please try supporting the official transla localization if you can. I can't say that the production was great because of Okitsu, but this actually placed fifth in the 2022 awards, so do with that info what you wish. If y'all want more office bl, then I shamelessly recommend Yoneda Kou's Doushitemo Furetakunai (Ishikawa Hideo x Nojima Kenji) and Soredemo, Yasashii Koi o Suru (Morikawa Toshiyuki x Nojima Hirofumi).

#blcd reviews #blcd 2021 reviews #old fashioned cupcake #sagan sagan #fifth avenue #azakami youhei #okitsu kazuyuki

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Oh Bushman and his super racist backstory (not that he wasn't a stereotype before). Again it could be done well, but it very much wasn't

also why is bushman and some domi are colored grey when African-American characters like Gena are colored a more brown color often in the same comic? Do you think there was a choice there or it's just the colorists fucked up?

(compared Shang-Chi being orange and his father Fu Manchu being bright yellow but all the other Asians and Asian americans were beige)

Hi there! Yeah... Any time a comic heads into Africa for a villain story I have to take pause and wonder just HOW racist this story is going to get. Or at least the art and the depictions of the locals.

I think in the case of the coloration of Bushman, if you look at the other characters that are coming from his homeland, they all have the same ashen black/brown color. Or… At least the bad guys are.

There's a lot that can be said about that.

I'm going to tred as carefully as I can but it's going to get dicey.

You might have noticed that people come in different colors. Even those colors come in different colors.

Not all black people are 'brown'. Some are lighter and some are much darker. The same goes for Asians and white people and all sorts of ethnicities.

BUT. How do you show that in comics? Comics are printed. And sometimes that printing isn't done well. And not all shades of ink print well.

If you use a darker color, you aren't going to see any shading, details, or ink. You can't use black or you lose everything and you have to start outlining in red, white, or green. Which can be jarring if you are using black outlines everywhere else.

So you get the gray color to show darker black toned skin.

HERE'S WERE THE RACISM COMES IN. Boy howdy.

Remember a moment ago when I said 'the bad guys are'?

There was a very popular notion for hundreds and hundreds of years that the darker you are, the uglier and more inhuman you are. (Thank you colonialism). In fact, there is still a notion in beauty standards that many people are trying to change. The notion that dark is ugly. ANd good luck finding cosmetics for the darker colors. Again, companies are trying to change that and be more inclusive, but this is a VERY recent event.

So it's not uncommon in Hollywood to use the darker colored skin to signify the bad guys.

The same goes for comics.

You have "Beautiful and warm brown" for our heros like Luke Cage and T'Challa and Storm! Then you get ashen gray for Bushman.

Yikes.

And Asians? Well… The more yellow…

So next time you are reading a comic that actually includes POC, take note of the shades that are being used. Then take note of where those people stand on the good vs. evil scale.

If you are reading something more modern and they are still using that scale of shading to denote evil, you might want to stop and think about who wrote this and WHY they might be using that color scale. If you are reading an older comic, this is going to be hard to avoid. But pay attention to it. Realize that even the best comics were not immune to racism.

Good job on noticing this, my friend!

Comics can often show us a pretty good idea on the politics of what was going on during the time it was written as well the mental ideas/pictures of people.

I'm sure there's SOME paper or dissertation or thesis out there that talks more about this. If not, someone should absolutely do one! I'd love to read it!

#Ask away #Talk to me about Moon Knight #Racism in comics

[moondorian]

❤️ kakashi hatake x you ❤️

(for @sharingangirl)

All characters are 21 years old.

🦋 🦋

“You're not going on this mission,” you look at him and realize he's not kidding.

“But!”

“I said no. That's an order, Chi.”

You press your lips together in annoyance.

“May I know the reason, hokage?”

“It's dangerous. Even for you. I'll send more people than I planned, but you won't be there,” he keeps his gaze fixed on you. Reading your every emotion.

“You think I'm weak, hokage?”

“I think you should stay home. This is out of the question. If you disobey me like last time, I will put you on a leash. Do you understand me?” he says seriously, causing you to shiver. You can feel the anger growing inside. You feel a little more, and you're going to snap into a scream.

“I heard you, hokage. Can I go now?”

“You may,” he drops his gaze to his papers and loses interest in you.

You walk out of the office. How dare he…? His concern goes beyond all bounds. This is the second time he's ordered you not to go on a mission with your team. He thinks you can't take care of yourself? What nonsense!

The sun seems too bright for a spring day, and there's mud underfoot. You wish you could send the whole world to hell, but the world sends you first.

“Hi, Chi. Is something wrong?”, you turn around and see Ino in front of you.

You exhale heavily, closing your eyes tiredly. Only one thought popped into your head.

“Actually, yes. Would you like a little drink?”

“It's only morning, and you already want a drink?” the girl grinned. “Of course I'm up for it.

Good thing it was the day off and Ino wasn't working at the flower shop.

Well, it didn't seem that bad.

* * *

"Chi, the Hokage summoned you. This is the third time. Where's your conscience, Chi?" the man under the mask asks. You only wave him off, pouring another serving of sake for yourself and your friend.

"Lost, my friend. Tell your hokage I don't want to see him."

The man only sighed wearily and disappeared. Ino laughed drunkenly.

You talked about everything. You listened to each other with interest, bursting into laughter and tears. You didn't even notice how the sun went below the horizon and the stars lit up in the sky. It wasn't until Ino came to get Sai that you parted. You refuse the offer to walk you home.

You feel more awake and lighter. There is no more of that storm inside, no more stubbornness. You've come to terms with it. You've even, in a way, understood Kakashi's difficulty in sending you on risky missions. However, what did you expect when you started dating with him?

You enter the apartment. There are no lights on anywhere. Isn't Kakashi back yet? You listen to yourself. No, you can feel his presence.

You turn on the light. Kakashi is sitting in the chair, looking out the window. He turns his gaze to you.

"Kakashi? Is something wrong?" you ask, frowning.

"Nothing happened, dear. Except that you ignored me when I called for you and came home so late," his serious tone gives you goosebumps.

You find it sweet. His caring, his show of affection, his guidance, his control.

You walk up to him and put your arms around his neck. He smells divine. You don't say anything. He speaks instead of you.

"I was wrong."

"Me too, maybe," you smile.

"Maybe, Chi?"

The day ends much better than it began.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi hatake #x reader #fanfic

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Avatar The Live Action: The Ian Ousley controversy

Before anything I wanna start saying that I'm not picking sides. I'm trying to be neutral as possible.

What is the controversy?

It all started when Ian casting was released and people started to complain that he didn't look "native enough". In a Instagram post, Ian introduces himself as mixed, being part Cherokee.

After all, a recent created Twitter account expose some email of the supposed representatives of the Cherokee Tribes saying Ian wasn't in their records. And that his registry proved to be a fake one.

After that people started a campaign, calling the casting a whitewash and all.

Is Ian really Native American or not?

I don't know. But I've read a post about it in a Brazilian Well Known Avatar Portal saying that the registry ain't obligatory for the tribe to be recognized. So he being a part of a tribe that ain't register doesn't mean it is a fake tribe or that he ain't at least a part Native. Their fonts for this statement was the US Interior Department and reports from Native American people.

Ps: I'm Brazilian. I am no way in hell qualify to judge if a person is north native american enough or not, I'm just talking about what I've read about this case. Again, not picking sides.

People still complain that even he was native, he was only half and because of that he was "too white" for the role. Even tho the Inuk people, the biggest inspiration for the WaterTriber have a lighter skin tone since they live in the poles.

What I think?

I think he can be mixed, maybe is gran was native or something. To be mixed you don't necessarily have to be son of a certain ethnicity to be considered mixed, or at least this is the view a have being a Brazilian since we are all mixed af and a son or daughter form two white passing people can still have some African or native look because of their Gran or Gran Gran.

Looking at the whole cast, Netflix has done a surprisingly good job. And since the controversy was aired at the time shooting begin, they could have recasted Ian. And the cast also seems fine with him, and we know when the cast have problems backstage even when they don't speak about it. There's no way the producers or the cast haven't heard about this from internet or a friend or wherever. So if they choosed to keep him after that, I think they know something we don't and he must have done a good ass screen test or else it would be so simple to just recast him to please the fandom (not bothering is the allegations where real or not)

#Avatar the live action #avatar #avatar netflix #sokka #ian ousley #avatar the last airbender #the last airbender #atla #tla #lets talk about