#some pose practice kinda got away from me

[mugwot]

someone

#act 5 my beloved my beloathed #at this point in the game i think my brain was a bit fried cos i legit forgot how stories happen and was like yep this is how i die #made it so i straight up exploded afterwards lol just inconsolable #mal du pays #is me when i fucking gets you #cracking open a boy with the cold ones #oh to have your head grabbed in a vice grip by your inner demons <3 #isat spoilers #like kinda big ones #isat siffrin #isat mal du pays #in stars and time #some pose practice kinda got away from me #turns out if you change up how you sketch it can make you a bit looser with it which was nice c: #in this case i sketched with light colour on a dark background #my art

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

May I request a Top!Lee Know x Btm! Mreader. The reader decided to tease Lee Know by sending some nudes and even the reader wearing lingerie. Lee know couldn't do shit so he called home earlier and the reader gave Lee know a lap dance and riding him in the process.

SEPERATE WARNING(S):

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READER:

role(s): Dominate/Power Bottom

genitals: Dick

name(s): Kitten (for a bit), baby (?)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ LEE KNOW:

role(s): Submissive Top

genitals: Dick

name(s): Bunny

WARNING(S): Lap dancing (never done this before), kitten/bunny name kink (I'm not into pet play), moaning and groaning, Dick riding, kissing, honestly that's all I can think of. You are wearing white lingerie with cat ears. Lee wears a bunny headband. Butt plug. Rushed writing. This might suck ass.

AUTHOR: Some of these requests got me really thinking like my writing skills aren't that good y'all..but thank you for requesting and I hope this pleases you!

P.S: Not only that, I kinda rushed this. I kept on going then stopping then going so I'm so sorry if this turned out bad.

Please like, comment or/and reblog! Thank you!

"GIVING YOU A SHOW!"

Fuck, he was hard. Why were you doing this? You knew he had practice to do with his members, yet you do something like this.

He bit his bottom lip, looking intently at the photos you are sending in full nude.

He saw you naked a couple of times, like changing, showering, and, well, sex, so this didn’t phase him one bit until one photo caught him off guard.

You are in white lingerie wearing a white cat-ear headband, posing sexually just for him.

His face looked neutral, but his ears were burning red as he tried not to get too hard in front of the cameras for SKZ-TALKER for fans who were excited to see next.

He kept staring until someone sat down next to him, making him immediately turn off his phone and throw his phone to the side. Luckily, it didn’t hit the floor, which could grab everyone's attention except the one who sat next to him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?"

He slowly side-eyes the man beside him until he quickly softens, noticing it is just Jisung.

Lee Know sighed as he tried to adjust himself to get comfortable, trying to hide his bulge from Jisung, others, and most definitely the cameras. “Yeah, it's just, something happened at home with [Your Name]...I might need to leave early..."

"Oh? Are they okay? Do you need any help?"

Lee Know just shook his head. "No, it's just a fever. Can you let the others know I'm leaving early? I promise tomorrow I'll make it up to them."

Jisung nods as he stands up and walks away to Chan to tell him. He watches as Chan stares at him and nods, letting him go.

He quickly grabs his stuff, bowing down a goodbye as he steps out of the dance room then leaves out of the building.

He can handle you later.

He lied; he cannot handle you later.

He found himself allured by your moves. Your hips were swaying as you pulled him by his collar, dragged him to the couch, and put on a bunny ear headband on top of his head. He even noticed his kids, the cats, weren’t here, so he assumed they were getting taken care of by one of your friends as per usual.

He was technically trapped by pleasure.

The way the white lingerie compressed your body, it was so hot, he could cum untouched, which was kind of pathetic now that he thinks about it.

You kept on teasing him with your dancing until you finally landed yourself sexually into his lap, your thighs between Lee’s thighs. You started to move your lower body, almost like you were giving him a lap dance.

Lee Know groans a bit as he feels your ass touching his bulge, struggling not to touch you to ruin your performance.

“Aww, my little bunny, you seem to be having a hard time trying not to fuck me... How cute." You whispered into his ears, smirking at your lover's weak state.

“Kitten, please…” Lee wanted more than just teasing; he was technically begging for the next main performance.

All you could do was laugh a little as you stopped moving your hips, stopping the friction as you just sat on top of his hard bulge.

Lee whimpers as he stares at you.

That’s when you sat up, leaving his lap, causing Lee Know to look at you confused.

“It’s the next performance, the main performance... Shall you join me, my bunny?"

Lee Know’s aching, hard dick twitched through his sweatpants as he quickly took it off along with his boxers. You laughed as you slowly took off the white panties that were holding your hard dick in place.

He was looking at you all hungrily; he could finally feel your pleasure from all the teasing you gave him.

You walked back to him, swaying him again as you sat on top of his lap, feeling his dick touching yours.

“Kitten, where is the lube? We should prep you first."

You shook your head as you grabbed Lee Know’s hand and reached behind your rim to feel the handle of the end of the buttplug inside of you. He groans as he pulls the buttplug out of you, feeling the lube spill a bit onto his fingertips.

You bit your lip as you sat yourself up again, lining his cock near your rim, teasing him again.

“Fuck, please stop teasing me, kitten; you have been teasing me." You cut him off by putting his whole dick inside your hole, and you both moaned.

You felt so full, while his dick felt so warm and a bit tight.

You grinned your body as you kissed his neck, Lee Know letting you take control.

That’s when you started riding his dick up and down, feeling his dick hitting your prostate, making you moan louder.

Lee Know moans as you continue riding him, almost at both of you guys' limits, as you feel his dick twitch inside of you, indicating he was about to come.

“My bunny, are you close?” Lee just nodded as you bounced harder until, finally, you both came. You leaned into Lee Know’s sweating body with your body, breathing heavily.

This shit was ass, my bad y'all 💀🙏🏽 I fr was having writers block and I cannot write smut for the sake of my life.

#ftm reader #male reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #straykids x reader #straykids x male reader #skz imagines #stray kids x male reader #x bottom male reader #bottom male reader #x bottom reader #lee know x male reader #lee know x reader #gay #lee know fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #mr.offstory #mr.off #kpop smut #this might suck ass

[patdkoala]

Paris Fashion Week

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Smut, Long Hair Seb (Yes that's a warning), hickeys, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, pet names (baby), switch Seb, public (kinda), tummy bulge

I was walking the red carpet in front of Sebastian the whole time. we didn't arrive together but he had his eyes on me the whole time.

I wore the most eccentric outfit I could come up with for Paris Fashion Week.

It hugged my curves in every way that I knew Sebastian craved.

He had his long hair pulled back into a bun and he wore sunglasses that shaded his eyes so people wouldn't be able to tell his eyes were on my ass and tits the whole day.

I was seated next to him so I rested my hand on his thigh as we posed for pictures.

"I can't wait to rip this off of you," He said as he leaned into my ear.

I smiled and tried not to change my expression so that no one took pictures of us.

We are totally okay with people knowing we are together. But we also think it's kinkier keeping it a secret.

Sex behind closed doors is what we do best.

We continued the evening into the after party where Sebastian seemed to have lost his over shirt and was just walking around like a slut with just a tank top.

I was practically drooling over how large his arms were.

I just wanted to bite them.

I walked over to him as he was talking to some people. I dragged him by the arm and away into the restroom, where I then locked the door.

I pushed him against the door.

His large frame made a loud thud as he hit the door.

"I need you," I said as I grabbed and tugged at him as I kissed all over him.

I sucked on his neck like I was a dying vampire. I accidentally left a few hickeys.

"Fuck, baby you can't do that. It might be in pictures," He said as I stood behind him and took his bun out, and let his long hair cover his neck.

"Now no one will see it unless they are looking closely. But I swear I will kill anyone that is standing that close to you," I said as I smacked his ass before opening the restroom door.

"Don't objectify me," He smiled as I walked away and back into the crowd.

It got cold and I was still wearing my skimpy outfit and Sebastian had found a sweatshirt. He was wearing the sweatshirt and was standing across the room but we were staring at each other.

We were both standing in large groups being talked at but we weren't listening. We were just staring at each other from across the way.

I watched as Sebastian gave me a silent queue. I watched as he walked over to the exit.

"Excuse me, ladies," I said as I left my group and also headed towards the exit.

Sebastian was getting photographed while getting into his Uber so I called my own and I also got photographed getting into my car.

My car dropped me off outside of the beautiful El Bristol hotel where Sebastian and I were staying. Together.

I got out and walked past the paparazzi. I made it to the lobby and over to the elevators.

Sebastian was standing there by the elevators. We quietly just stood there and waited for the elevator to ding.

When it reached us. We both got in and stood on opposite sides of each other.

I stood against the wall as I felt Sebastian eyeing me up and down.

We silently exited the elevator and I followed him closely as he unlocked the door with his key card.

I then quietly followed him inside and I sat on the bed closest to the door as he closed and locked it behind him.

As soon as the door was locked, Sebastian slammed me against the door and pressed heavily heated kisses all over me.

He practically ripped my clothes off of my body.

"Hey, be careful this is designer," I said as he giggled. "Oh, sorry," He said as he undid his belt and quickly removed his shoes and pants I kicked off my shoes as fast as I could so could continue feeling him up.

He picked me up and held me as he carried me through the giant hotel room and into our shared bedroom.

He threw me on the bed and I stripped away the last of what I was wearing as he did the same and then got on top of me.

"I wanted to fuck you so bad in that restroom but I didn't because what would we have done if paparazzi saw the cum dripping down your legs?" He asked as I just lay there speechless.

He kissed me from right above my core all the way to my neck.

"Now it's my turn to give some hickeys," He said as he then started sucking on my neck like the Romanian vampire he is.

I moaned into his body as he touched me.

"Fuck, baby don't do that. You know I can't resist your sounds," He moaned back as I then saw an opportunity.

I flipped us so that he was on his back and I straddled him. I sunk my body down on top of his and I moaned out at the feeling of him filling me.

"Fuck," He moaned out behind gritted teeth as he held onto my hips to steady me and himself.

I moved slowly and to my own speed but it obviously wasn't enough for Sebsatian.

He started bucking his hips up and pushed himself further into me.

At this point, I was screaming and I looked down and saw himself inside of me.

"Fuck, I'm in so deep," He said as we both looked at the tummy bulge.

"I-I think I'm close. Fuck-Seb-please," I moaned as he nodded quickly.

"Me too. You first," He said as he continued the speed he then waited as I came on him.

In the split second of me cumming on him and him having to cum he flipped us and lifted my legs to lay on his shoulders as he hit that spot so deep in me.

"I'm going to fuck you so not only you can't walk but everyone is going to know that you are mine," He said as I realized he meant he is going to cum in me.

He usually pulls out because we were both filming so a baby just never sounded like the best idea. But now is a better time than any.

"Fuck- I- hmmm-" Sebastian came and stuttered out his sentence as he then took himself out of me but put pillows under my legs.

"Better make sure it sticks this time," He said with a wink as he then went to bed with me and held me the whole time.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan can do whatever he wants to me and i would be grateful #sebastian stan paris fashion week

[imashoe69420]

Rise!Leo X Reader Headcanons☆彡

Some points are from my other works I’ve written on here so some stuff may look familiar lol

Relationship: Dating (official)

Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (but in second person)

Warnings ⚠️ : Swearing

Genre: mostly fluff, some angst

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• One thing about Leo is he is a very touchy person.

• Whenever you're around, he has to hold your hand or set you on his lap with his chin resting on the top of your head or something of the sort.

• He would never tell his brothers, but he loves to carry you around. If he has to go anywhere outside of viewing distance, he will carry you like a koala wherever he needed to go. Yes, it slightly inconvenienced him, but at least he could occasionally kiss your cheek or neck as he prepared a snack in the kitchen.

• Although he was charming, he often poked fun at you. Especially when he found your diary from the 5th grade where you had an obsession with this one boy that's presently kinda ugly.

• “Dear diary, Colin is soooo cute!" Leo read in an exaggerated breathy voice.

•"Leo, don't!" You screamed playfully as you tried to reach for the diary, but he held it away out of your reach.

• "Hold on, just one more page!"

• "Leo! Give it back!"

• But sometimes, he didn't register your mood before making a crude joke.

• One time, he made a joke about something you were insecure about. Usually you'd just laugh it off, but you had had a bad day and that was your breaking point.

• He felt like the worst boyfriend seeing you cry because of him. He apologized over and over until he practically went horse. "I'm sorry, that was dumb. I'm dumb. That was stupid. I thought it was gonna be funny. I'm sorry, don't cry!"

• "No... it's just... today kinda sucked." You told him.

• Leo was relieved that it wasn't solely him that made you upset, but he was still pissed at himself.

• He got you a few blankets to wrap you in, and then he tried to cook you something that epically failed, so he settled for some canned tomato soup that he tried to pass off as his own. Which epically failed again.

• "You did not!" You accused him. "You don't know how to cook.”

• "I do too!"

• "Do not!"

• "Do too!" Leo grabbed you, smothering you with kisses as you giggled and tried to push him away.

• He always knew how to make you feel better.

• During every one of his missions, he would send you a selfie of him posing with the villain in the background. The villain was usually getting their ass kicked by his brothers.

• Be back soon, babe! He would text you.

• You laughed and texted back, You shouldn’t be texting me! You’re gonna get hurt!

• Just checking in w the love of my life, he texted back, making you blush.

• Of course, Leo can’t meet new people often, but you had introduced him to your younger siblings when he had swooped in through your open window and your eight (8) year old sister stood staring at him in awe.

• Leo didn’t know what to say as he didn’t even know you had siblings. He just stared awkwardly for a bit.

• “(Y/N) has you on her screen saver.” Their sister ratted on them.

• (Y/N)’s ten (10) brother stalked out of his room to see who his sister was talking to. He screamed when he saw Leo. “(Y/N)! There’s a monster in the living room!”

• (Y/N) rushed out of their room and sighed when they just saw the turtle still staring dumbfounded at her little sister, Harriet.

• “Harri, Carson, this is Leo.” (Y/N) said slowly as they approached Leo rested a hand against his shoulder, finally shaking him out of his stupor. “He isn’t a monster. He’s… uh, a friend.”

• Harriet quickly took advantage of Leo’s social awkwardness and forced him into a tea party, then a makeover. She kept asking him question after question: how old are you? Where do you live? What’s it like being a turtle? Do you go to school? What grade are you in? Do you like to color? What color lipstick do you want: red or purple?

• Although he was uncomfortable, Leo tried his best to be nice and charismatic.

• Your brother sat in the corner of his sister’s room to make sure that what you said was true and Leo wouldn’t to eat her.

• “Are you and (Y/N) in love?” Harriet asked the turtle. He tried to laugh it off, but the little girl stared intently at him, waiting for an answer.

• Of course Leo’s in love with you, but he’d never said it verbatim. Maybe an “I love you” or “you’re the love of my life”, but he’d never said he was in love with you.

• “No duh!” Carson scoffed before Leo could answer. “They’re always talking about him but didn’t think to tell us that he was a big green monster!”

• “Stop it! You’re hurting his feelings!” Harriet threw a dusty eyeshadow at her brother. “You’re being a bad brother in-law!”

• “He’s the in-law, not me!” The boy retorts.

• “Hey, can we just—” Leo tried to deescalate the situation for the sake of his heart mere seconds away from pounding out of his chest at the idea of him and (Y/N) getting married.

• The kids continued to argue until (Y/N) came into the room with a plate of cheese, crackers, and grapes cut in half. The siblings flocked over to the plate, leaving Leo in a chair that was way too short for him.

• (Y/N) stifled a laugh at the makeup smeared all over Leo’s face.

• “Looks like Harri likes you.” They took a makeup wipe sitting in a pack on their little sister’s dresser.

• The turtle shrugged, a smile on his face as you wiped away his colorful yet messy “makeover”.

#fanfic #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt reader insert #x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader #headcanon #rottmnt headcanons

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @ellipsis-dotdotdot, based on the prompt: “one of the Pedro Lives!Isabelas running away, if you please?”

I went with Fracture AU.

Isabela plans to run away. Thoughts of identity, change and freedom.

(As she’s kicked out anyways in Imperfect, her disappearance wouldn’t be noticed; and Luminous Isabela would be very open about it and that takes away the drama).

Comments are always appreciated.

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Perfect Practiced Poses

While flittering around Antonio’s party, one question pops into her mind.

She had passed a group of kids talking, describing each of the gifted Madrigals - their traits and abilities - only for Isabela to wonder the same thing.

Of course, living in the family and outside of it warrant very different viewpoints from herself and the kids. And then there’s the age and education differences too. But one thing remains the same:

Who is Isabela Madrigal?

She was never herself for more than two minutes.

She was everyone else on a daily basis. It was brief, it was harmless, it was helpful, it was fun. And she didn’t mind that.

She was the echo of her late Abuela. As far as appearance was considered. She was the only resemblance of her left - Isabela had destroyed the one portrait years ago.

Despite their strained relationship, Abuelo often had her painted or photographed. Just so he had something to remember his beloved Alma by.

At the same time, he had her shapeshifting as much as possible. Not only while working, but even just at home. Just so he didn’t have to have a reminder of what he’d lost. Just so he didn’t have to see her face of anger and hatred.

And she did mind that.

Not at first. No, she could understand. If she lost a loved one, it would be hard for her too. And she was a child, who didn’t look to much like her at that point.

But as she got older and her sympathy for such a terrible person wore incredibly thin, she really started to mind.

Why are the Madrigals always going to church with Señora Alonso?

How lucky for Señorita Martinez to be invited to dinner at La Casa Madrigal!

It is so considerate of Isabela to change her appearance for her poor Abuelo!

The whisperings of the townspeople didn’t help either. She knows they mean well. To an outsider, it must be strange or compassionate (that Pedro does not deserve).

She is so sick of it.

She’d do anything to put an end to it.

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It was a day like any other.

“Okay, everyone to the table. Now.” Abuelo called as he stepped outside. The family fell into line as usual. Or most of them, anyways. “I said now, Luisa.”

“Ah well, I was just—”

“Now means now.”

Luisa stopped talking and took her seat with the others.

“You aren’t still making stuff up about the cracks?” Camilo whispered, leaning up to his cousin. “Like it was a good joke and seeing Abuelo yell at Mirabel was utterly hilarious - highlight of the evening if you ask me - but it’s kinda dry now.”

“Will you two shut up? I can’t hear.” Isabela, who was unfortunately sat on Camilo’s other side, grumbled.

“I wasn’t even talking!”

“LUISA!”

Her sister slowly turned around, eye-twitching under the confused and irritated gazes of the rest of the family from her outburst.

Abuelo sighed with disappointment. “Luisa, if you are struggling to act properly at the table, perhaps it is best you sit closer to the front, where I can keep an eye on you. Casita?”

Before Luisa could make an argument, Casita shifted her chair. The seating plan rearranging itself to leave her directly beside the patriarch.

“As I was saying,” he said. “Antonio’s gift could not have come at a more perfect time. But we should not take our miracle for granted, so today we will work twice as hard.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” offered an enthusiastic Luisa. “Isabela would benefit greatly from my—”

“In case it wasn’t clear for some of us, the non-gifted family members will be staying at home to complete their usual chores.”

With a hard glare, Luisa changed her focus onto drinking her coffee.

Pedro took a breath, standing up. “In other news, how goes our arrangement with the Guzmáns?”

Isabela opens her mouth, but doesn’t get the chance to answer herself.

“Dolores?” He inquired.

The woman paused. Her irises briefly flashed red. “I foresee that he is going to propose tonight, with a song on the piano that he has composed himself. And I see five cribs.”

Isabela felt her soul leave her body.

“Five new blessings? At least we’ll get some use out of Isabela. Thank you, Dolores. That will be all. There will be lots to prepare for tonight - Isabela, you’ve dropped your form. Control yourself. …Back to the point, Antonio, this is a wonderful opportunity to make the most out of your new gift. You can help your father with the decorations.”

“Okay, Abuelo!” Antonio beamed, orange flowers blossoming in hair in excitement.

“Our community is counting on us. ¡La familia Madrigal!”

“¡La familia Madrigal!”

Isabela doesn’t blame Mariano.

Not at all.

She blames her family.

She gets made to hold some random townsperson’s form at every meal - she isn’t allowed to be herself - and nobody has defended her or pointed out this unreasonable request of Abuelo’s.

She is getting made to marry and produce more little miracles because she isn’t useful at anything else, and nobody has thought to ask how she feels about it all.

Hell, Pedro has her valued like a donkey at market and nobody is even batting an eye!

The bitter irony is not lost on Isabela.

Her parents are always praised, both inside the family and out, by what great parents they are.

The greatest parents of all of Encanto… One daughter who is only useful as a wife and mother or when she’s anyone but herself. One daughter who has absolutely no worth at all. One daughter who barely associates herself as part of the family now.

This house is a fucking nightmare.

No wonder Bruno left.

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January 1940

“What do you think would happen if we left?”

The question takes her sister by shock.

The eight-year-old arched a brow. “You mean like… running away? Like Tío Bruno did?”

“Luisa, you aren’t suppose to say that!” Mirabel gasped in horror, replicating the shushing motion the adults often did by pressing a finger to Luisa’s lips.

“Yeah,” Isabela nodded. She looked up at the mountains. “When I’m suppose to be listening to the teacher, I think about it. What I’d take. How I’d do it. Where I’d go. …Don’t you ever think of just packing a bag and running away?”

“No! You can’t do that! You’d be in so much trouble!” Mirabel was completely appalled. Age four and her moral compass was already developed.

“You’d die, sis.” Chimes Luisa. “Nobody knows what’s out there - except bad people. That’s how Abuela died.”

“Not even just running away… what if we were just a normal family? Without gifts?”

Luisa shifted away.

“You’re asking the wrong people, Bela. I am normal and Mirabel doesn’t have a gift yet.”

The ten-year-old looked guilty. “Right. My bad. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Luisa questions, hurt.

Nobody said anything.

“Say sorry, Isa,” Mirabel offers, helpfully, from where she’s sat in Luisa’s lap. “Sorry makes everything better. That’s what Mama says.”

“…Luisa, I’m—”

“No. I don’t wanna hear it.” Luisa grumbled.

Luisa stands up then, setting Mirabel aside.

“Where are you going?” Isabela asks, after a beat.

“Inside,” she huffs. “I got homework to do.” Isabela has a feeling that Luisa might be lying; just wants an excuse to leave.

Mirabel squeaked, “Can I come too? Can I help, Luisa?”

Luisa nods, holding out an open hand for Mirabel to take. They start walking.

Isabela pulls herself to her feet and runs after them. “I could help,” she suggests, as a way of an apology. And she’d like to think she is going to be more help than a kid who hasn’t yet started school. “I mean, I probably did it a few years ago, when I was your age.”

Her sister just growls at her. “Don’t you have magic stuff to be doing, princesa?”

With that, they were gone and Isabela was left alone.

She really doesn’t belong anywhere, does she?

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Screw it, Isabela thinks.

There’s nothing for her here.

And if Bruno managed to leave, why couldn’t she do the same?

She packs a bag - money, some clothes, some food and drinks. She won’t need much else.

She shifts into some random townsperson before leaving her (soundproof) room for the last time. The rest of the family are busy working, as usual.

And starts walking. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but anything would be better than here.

She barely makes it through one street before a man is already coming to greet her.

“Ah, Isabela! I was wondering if you could help me with my door again?” He asked. “It appears to have gotten stuck and I could use another me to help balance it.”

“I’m not Isabela.��� She replied, waving him off.

“Uh… yes, you are?”

Isabela turned on her heel, ready to argue that she definitely was Señora Alonzo, but only caught that flash of indigo fabric and black hair as she did.

“What the fuck?” She questioned, looking down at her own hands.

She hadn’t changed back into her own form.

She headed up to the nearby bride, dropping her bag to the side for a moment. She leaned over and looking at her own rippled reflection in the water.

“What the fuck!?” She said again, louder this time.

She kept repeating the phrase as she tried concentrating on shifting but her reflection didn’t change once. It stayed perfectly the same.

She couldn’t even get rid of her mole.

Her outburst had clearly spooked off the man who had asked for her help, as she found herself alone. Carefully examining and prodding each part of her features, only for nothing to change.

Or she thought she was alone.

“Hey, Isabela! Am I glad I found you! I was just wondering if you maybe knew something about the magic last night?”

#encanto #encanto fracture au #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pedro madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mariano guzmán #my writing

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 16)

your the light in my darkness, I don’t deserve you.

A/N: Hey all! I know i’m killing y’all with this angst but trust me it will be worth it <3 alright, enjoy🫶🏻

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Conrad POV:

From the moment we were kids, she caught my eye.

One of my first memories of the summer house was her. She came with her family for the first time at 3 years old, and even though it’s vague I remember it. Her.

Something about her hair, her eyes, those dark eyes I could stare into all day. Some people say blue eyes are alluring, and they might be, but dark eyes drive me crazy. Hers especially.

The true beginning of our friendship was when she was 10, I was 11. We had all gone to the boardwalk that day and I came back from ring toss with Jere to see yn staring off into space. I then realized she wasn’t staring off into space, it was someone.

Belly, Laurel, and my Mom. All posing in this cardboard frame you put your head in. It occurred to me there was only 3 spots, and yn was the odd one out. I knew she always felt left out, different. When your parents die like that, it’s hard not to.

I heard her sniffle and that’s when I walked over to her and placed my hand on her back. She turned around and jumped a little. She was always really jumpy.

“Conrad- what are you doing?”

I furrow my eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“I thought you were at ringtoss.”

“Me and Jere- we finished.”

“Oh.” She whispers and she begins to shy away from me, right before I grab her wrist.

“Wanna play a game?” A slight smile escapes my mouth when I see her eyes widen. She nods and we began to walk over to the carnival games, except my hand never left hers.

That day, we played for hours. We played for so long we lost track of time, and when Susannah and Laurel scolded us for running off from the group, it was okay because I knew I made her happy.

That was just the start.

After that day, we were inseparable. We did everything together and everywhere. We would surf for hours and eventually just float on the water talking about our lives.

“You should come boating with me and Jere tomorrow. My dad would be fine with it.” I said as the water drowned my feet. The salt got in my eyes occasionally.

She laughed, a beautiful and honest laugh. “I’m kinda scared of boating.”

I sat up on my board and steadied myself, making sure not to fall. “I’m sorry, what? You never told me that!” She sits up as well and shrugs her shoulders a little bit. “It’s never something i’ve really thought about, and it’s really embarrassing considering we stay here all summer.”

I paddle closer to her and touch her board, keeping me at arms length so I could get closer to her. “I could teach you, you know?”

“I don’t know..”

“Think about it, we’d have so much fun. Besides, i’m already your tutor for everything else.”

She splashed me with water and the salt burned my eyes, but It didn’t matter because as soon as I gained vision again I was tackling her in the water.

It was true, though. I really did tutor her through everything. Like literally almost every subject.

One summer, going into her sophomore year she had to do summer school. She hated it, like she hated a lot of work. She practically forced me to stay inside, but I would have done it anyways.

“I don’t get it.” yn digs her head into her hands and aggressively groans. I chuckled a little and gently grabbed her hands, making her face me.

“It just takes practice.”

She huffed at me, “I’m so dumb.”

“Hey, no your not.”

“I try and get it, but I just suck at math. Geometry is so hard.”

A smirk escapes my lips, “Well, that is why i’m here.” My hand inched closer to her and our fingertips grazed each others, but we never held hands. That night I stayed up with her until 1am to finish her homework. I even made us coffee.

But I wasn’t just there for her, she was there for me. When I bled, she bled.

We had only ever gotten into one fight, and that was years ago, summers ago. Me, Belly, yn, Jere, and Steven had all gone to the mall and Belly, only being 11 needed supervision. Yn said she would watch her and we would all meet back at the foot court in 1 hour.

1 hour passed, and they didn’t come back.

I blamed myself, after the fact because yn didn’t have a phone to tell me anything, but I was worried sick. If something had happened to her- them, I don’t know what I’d had done. I would’ve gotten in a shit ton of trouble too.

When I couldn’t find them, I made my way back to the food court only to see yn and Belly at our table. Anger and relief filled my lungs and took over my body all at once.

“Where were you guys?!” I raise my voice, startling Belly a little bit. She hide behind yn and Jeremiah even looked startled.

“Con—”

“Don’t, yn.” I shake my head, “You were supposed to come back here in an hour. We all trusted you with Belly, and I thought something had happened to you guys! What the hell were you thinking?!”

Her face was something I never forget, the sheer and utter look of embarrassment. She looked scared.

Steven and Jeremiah stayed silent, obviously not wanting to interact and get in the middle.

“I’m- i’m sorry..” She whimpered. My heart was breaking

“We’re leaving. Let’s go.” I groan and grab the bag me and the boys got with our prizes from the arcade. No one said anything, and I stole glances at yn but she never looked my way.

Later that night, I felt like utter shit. I wanted to apologize, but how? We’ve never fought before, and it was an unfamiliar feeling. I knew I was too harsh, the truth was I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to her.

I knocked on her door that night. I never knocked, but now I was. There was no answer so I made the decision to open the door anyway.

She was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. A smile crept up on my face without realizing it. She was always so deep in thought, so deep in life. That’s something we always shared. It bonded us.

“Mind if I come in?”

“I guess.” She mumbled against her pillow. I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. There were so many things I wanted to say. I felt shitty.

“I’m really sorry about today..” When she didn’t say anything, I titled her head to make sure she was looking at me. “yn, I’m serious. If something would’ve happened to you and Belly—”

“I know. It’s just weird..”

I raise an eyebrow at her statement because I really don’t know what she means. “What’s weird?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, I mean.. we’re friends and all but—”

“Your not just my friend, your my best friend, yn.”

“Okay, so you yelling at me was kinda weird.” Even in the dark, I noticed her cheeks light up. A small grin appeared on my face and I crept in bed next to her.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not!”

“Mhm, baby.”

A groan slips from her mouth as she wacks me with her pillow, “I am not a baby! Only a year younger than you, you know.”

“You aren’t a teenager, yet. Like me.”

“Shut up, you dork.”

The rest of the night was spent talking and laughing, and we never discussed that day again. Everything went back to normal.

Now, things will never be the same.

—

“You ladies get serve first.” The ref looked at me and Frankie and I nodded. This game was important. Really important and if we wanted to beat Taylor and Belly, we had to win this.

Conrad’s eyes burned into my back, I didn’t even have to look to know what he’s doing. Out of the corner of my eye was Nicole handing him a glass of water. Typical.

The game was intense, but we ended up winning by a landslide. Throughout the game I heard Conrad say my name and cheer me on but I couldn’t tell if it was one of his mind games.

Belly clapped but I could tell it was getting to her. The competition. We had always been on the same team and we both had a point to prove. We both wanted to win but only one team could. It had to be me.

After a couple of rounds Belly was on again, and Jeremiah was looking at her intensely, this confused yet admirable look.

I walked closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder, making him face me. “Hey, yn.”

“What’s got you so stressed?” I motion to Belly playing and he shakes his head. “Oh come on, you don’t get to badger me about Conrad and then think nothing else comes out of it.”

“I don’t know, I mean, we kissed and all-”

“I’m sorry, huh?” Jeremiah’s face turned red and I couldn’t believe my own eyes. “I’m gonna take a guess and hope it’s not Conrad your talking about?”

He flicks me on the forehead before shaking his head, “Yeah, you idiot. I kissed Conrad.”

“Ew—”

“Okay i’m being serious!”

“Okay okay,” I sigh, “So you and Belly kissed? When? Like was it yesterday or were you alone—”

“We were in the pool a couple of nights ago and I kinda confessed to her.” He pauses but I nudge his shoulder because I know he has more to say, “Then we were kissing but— I just don’t know.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Shouldn’t this be good?” And It should be. There was always a vibe between them that I couldn’t ignore. Nobody could.

“It should be, if she didn’t still have feelings for Conrad.” The words took me by surprise even though I shouldn’t be. Belly loved him. I could never really tell if he felt the same way because I never brought it up. It was never something I wanted to know because I think it would hurt me too much.

Me and Jeremiah are interrupted by Taylor yelling, “Hello! Can you sub?”

I look at Jeremiah and shrug before he takes Taylor’s jersey. Belly and Jeremiah playing volleyball was never something I imagined. Jeremiah wasn’t that good but he kept up with a cranky, crazy, volleyball obsessed Belly.

Belly and Jeremiah won their round and when it was me and Frankies turn, my throat throbbed. I was way more nervous then I should have been.

“Hey, why are you freaking out?” Frankie tapped my shoulder and I shook my head. I was in my own thoughts.

“I’m fine.”

“No, your not.”

“I really am.”

In reality I don’t think I was because I felt my hands begin to shake. This desire to win had become bigger than ever. It wasn’t just about volleyball, it was more.

I had to prove myself, nothing else mattered.

The nerves didn’t get better when the game started but I was able to manage it for a while. We were winning at first but I could get the thought out of my head.

Belly hates you. Laurels fed up with you. Something is wrong with Susannah this summer. Conrad is so fucking complicated but I still love him. Everything—

“Yn!”

The ball comes flying to us and before I can respond to the voice, the ball falls straight in front of us.

“What’s going on with you?” Frankie comes close to me but I shake my head. I don’t know what was wrong with me. This never happens, ever. I never let the pressure get to me. I looked at the scoreboard and it was 19-15. Two more points and we were out.

“I can’t play.”

“Yes you can, yn—”

“No, I can’t.”

Frankie’s face changes from confused to content and she grabs ahold of her knee. “Ah, shit. I think I might have slammed it on the way down. I’m still not fully healed from the injury this season.”

“We can drop out?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, yn. Someone else will sub in.” And when she gestures towards the only person who can sub in, my heart drops.

Conrad looks up at us and Frankie motions him to come on the court. Our timeout was ending soon so I could exactly run. I would embarrass Susannah and make everything more shitty. What if Conrad was still angry about before? I had every right to be angry but what if he was for some reason? What if—

“Hey, hey.” I felt a hand on my cheek and when I turned around I saw Conrad. My body turned to flames but then a calm wave washed over me. He always left such a strange feeling in my stomach.

“Conrad—”

“It’s fine. We’re fine.” It’s fine. We’re fine.

Those words stuck with me as I gulped the fire in my body down.

I thought playing with Conrad would only worsen everything I was feeling, but weirdly, I was fine. We were fine. We ended up tying the match 20-20 and before the last point Conrad cupped my face and said, “This is ours, okay?”

It was no secret I used to teach Conrad how to play volleyball. Conrad wasn’t bad at anything, that was for sure but when we were younger I was convinced I would teach him something like he taught me things.

Looking back at it, he knew how to do all of these things, but he pretended for me. Classic Conrad.

We ended up winning the point when Conrad had a really good hit. Without thinking I ran into his arms and squeezed him tight. He didn’t hesitate to embrace me back.

“Told you.” I didn’t have to look to know he was smirking.

“Shut up, Connie.”

Connie.

“Connie now, huh?”

Now, it was time to face Jeremiah and Belly. Jeremiah had improved in their recent games, but I still felt confidant. Conrad was on his game.

The game was tied the whole time, each team going back and fourth. It’s almost surreal that in the final we’re the people who have been such an enigma to me. Jeremiah and his confusing feelings for Belly. Belly the same to Jeremiah, even though she gets mad at me for Conrad. I know she does.

Frankie, Taylor, Shayla, and Steven were all cheering on the sidelines and my energy level had never been this high. My digs were great, Conrad’s serves and hits were on point, everything was great.

it was 20-19 and we were up. Just one more point and all of this would be over.

Conrad gave me his charming smile before going back to the service line, and I knew we would be alright.

And we were.

We won the point and before I could react Conrad hoisted me up into his arms, and nothing else mattered. Win or lose, (even though we very much won) this was perfect, this moment.

Grow the hell up yn, there’s more going on then your petty feelings for me.

Except for that.

Once Conrad lowered me, Susannah and Laurel came over with the trophy, and Susannah was beaming. She even winked at me before handing me the trophy.

“You guys were amazing! You’ve always been the best team, you know.” I blushed at her words and Conrad hugged my shoulders before saying, “I knew that.”

Susannah then looked pleadingly at Conrad, studying his face. Eventually, she said “Well, you haven’t asked her yet?”

Conrad’s face dropped and I cleared my throat. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, well, I thought Conrad might ask you to the deb ball since you haven’t found anyone to go with? Besides, Conrad would do anything for you—”

“Oh.” I whisper.

I gently pushed Conrad away and my throat felt like it was closing. I don’t know what came over me but it was strong enough to push Conrad Fisher away from me.

“I- we should probably get going.”

“Wait—”

Before he could finish I was rushing away. Anywhere but there. Unfortunately Conrad had long legs and was so fast, which was something I used to admire but not anymore. Not in this moment. His hand wrapped around mine which prevented me from moving.

“Hey- wait, did I do something?”

I scoff and face him, “Do something? Are you serious?” I noticed his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “If i’m not mistaken my petty feelings for you get in the way of everything.”

“No, no. They don’t. I’m sorry yn.”

“Are you? Because it seems like you’ve been saying a lot of shit to me lately.”

“It’s because I care too goddamn much, okay?!”

“So because you care, you scream in my face and make me feel worthless? Is this your way of asking me to the deb ball?”

“I- I was gonna ask you, I just—”

“No, no. I get it. Nicole wouldn’t really like that, would she?”

“Are you serious?”

“You know, I am. I’m not playing your fucking games anymore Conrad. Whatever this is, or was,” I motion between him and me, “It’s done. Please, just stop. Okay? Your causing me unnecessary pain I wish I didn’t have.”

He didn’t say anything and I didn’t want him to. I walked off without saying anything else.

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A/N: IM SORRRRRY GUYS! Only 3-4 more chapters left, I can’t believe it. This story has developed sooo much and i’m gonna be so sad to see it go.

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Stood up

Summary: when (Y/n) gets stood up for prom Eddie swoops in to save the day. Loosely based on that episode of friends ❤️‍🔥 it’s kinda cringe lol don’t like the ending that much but at least there’s no sadness.

Applying the last bit of gloss to her lips (Y/n) smiled into the mirror of her vanity. It was the perfect last touch to her prom night get up. Senior prom was here and she had been asked by Andy one of the most popular guys in school. She had hardly believed it when he asked her by her locker two Friday’s ago. The big night was finally here and (Y/n)’s heart was practically racing from nerves.

With a deep breath (Y/n) made her way out of the room and down the stairs. Her parents were already waiting at the bottom a camera in her mom’s hand. In the living room sat her brother and a few of his friends and surprisingly enough Eddie Munson. He was leaned against the door frame arguing with Dustin about something. As she got to the bottom stair everyone’s attention has moved to look at her.

Her mom gasped a hand quickly wiping a tear from her cheek. “You look beautiful honey.” Her father smiled offering his hand to help her down the last step. “Thanks daddy.” She grinned moving towards the living room with everyone else. The boys had already gone back to their conversation but Eddie was still watching her his eyes moving from the dress to her face. He had the slightest hint of a smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You clean up nice (Y/l/n).”

“Thanks Munson, not going to your last prom?”

“Nah we’re gonna go get started on a new campaign instead.”

“Oh of course prom is obviously too conformist for Eddie Munson.”

He rolled his eyes grinning but giving a small nod. His smile practically made (Y/n)’s heart melt every time she saw it. After all she had practically had a crush on the guy since they met but since she was fairly certain he didn’t feel the same (Y/n) was more than fine being one of his best friends. His calloused ring covered hand reached up and tucked a stray hair back into place letting his fingers linger on her cheek. The slight contact gave her goosebumps as she barely managed to suppress a shiver.

“Okay you saw her can we all go now?” Mike asked impatiently. Eddie gave him a warning glare making the younger boy groan and slump back in his seat. “Waiting up for me?” (Y/n) questioned quirking an eyebrow. Eddie scoffed chewing on his bottom lip clearly embarrassed he had been called out. “Just figured I’d see you on your big date with Andy.” He responded a bit of malice peaking through his tone at the mention of the jock.

“Don’t worry Eds your still my favorite guy.” She teased with a wink. Any thought of Andy was pushed away as Eddie smiled again a subtle blush to his cheeks. (Y/n) nervously shifted on her heel covered feet noticing the way one of her puffy sleeve was lower than the other. She struggled trying to get it right catching Eddie’s attention. “Here sweetheart turn around.” He commanded making a spinning motion with his finger.

(Y/n) spun around and he made quick work of carefully rehooking the fallen strap. His one hand lingered on her hip the other warm against the exposed flesh of her shoulder. As if he had been snapped out of his brief trance he pulled away stepping back. “There all fixed up.” He coughed. “Thanks Eddie.” she smiled turning back around to face him.

“Here sweetie let me get some pictures before Andy shows up.” Her mom requested. With another smile at Eddie (Y/n) moved back over to where she wanted her and posed for a few shots of herself, with either parent and even a goofy one with her brother. By the time her mom was satisfied (Y/n) noticed the clock on the wall read 7:15 Andy would be arriving any minute. The nervousness in her stomach was back as she thought about the night ahead. She anxiously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Wanting that anxious feeling to go away she decided to preoccupy herself with talking to the kids and Eddie about their DND game. The whole time the group talked (Y/n)’s eyes kept flicking back to the minute hand on the clock that seemed to speed up. It was as if the damn thing was mocking her. I’m what felt like two minutes the numbers 7:45 were staring back at her tauntingly. Her mother’s gentle hand found (Y/n)’s shoulder seeing the time as well.

“I’m sure he’s just late.” She assured me. “Yeah he probably got stuck in traffic.” Lucas offered. “Totally all that prom traffic on the road.” Dustin continued confidently. “He’ll show princess don’t worry.” Eddie even added. (Y/n) sent her friends a worried smile nodding her head despite not believing them.

Not soon after the phone began to ring slightly startling the girl. “There see that’s probably him now saying he was running late due to car trouble.” Dustin grinned. (Y/n) nervously reached for the phone her mother giving me a hopeful smile. “Hello?” she asked with a sigh into the phone.

“(Y/n)? It’s Robin.”

“Robin why are you calling me aren’t you at prom?”

“Yes I told Miss. Tatums I needed to borrow the reception phone for an emergency. Andy just got to prom.”

“H-he did?”

“Yeah and he’s not alone, he came with Kylee.”

“Oh.”

“I’m so sorry apparently it was supposed to be some big joke. God what an asshole. Do you want us to come get you Steve wouldn’t mind really.”

“No that’s okay Robin I’ll be fine. You two have a nice night.

(Y/n) was hardly able to hang up the phone before the tears started to fall already smearing her mascara. “Oh baby what’s wrong, was that him?” Her mom questioned. “H-he’s not coming.” (Y/n) whispered sniffling. Eddie leaned down on one his knees in front of her his face scrunched up in confusion with somewhat hidden anger. “What do you mean he’s not coming sweetheart?”

“Apparently i-it was some prank. I’m not going to prom.” (Y/n) sobbed. She stood up brushing past Eddie as she ran upstairs locking herself in her room. Everyone was looking around unsure what to do or say. Eddie had yet to move from his spot his fist clenched at his side.

(Y/n)’s mom followed after her hoping to bring some comfort. “I knew that asshole was up to something.” Eddie grumbled pulling himself up to his feet. “You know Eddie this might be your chance to finally tell her how you feel.” Dustin said quietly. Eddie was just going to roll his eyes but instead he stared at the steps. This definitely wasn’t how he wanted things to change between them but then again there was nothing happening before.

“Dustin’s right man why don’t you just take her?” Lucas suggested. Eddie pondered their words chewing on his bottom lip. “I’m sure she would really appreciate it.” This time it was (Y/n)’s father who spoke up causing some surprise amongst the group. Most parents would definitely not want their daughter going to prom with Eddie “the freak” Munson but the (Y/l/n) family was always a little different towards him. “What about Hellfire?” Eddie asked not wanting to ditch his friends.

“We’ll reschedule dude this is a once in a lifetime thing.” Mike agreed. “I can take the boys home or they can stay here.” Mr (Y/l/n) added pulling some of the weight off Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie took a deep breath heading towards the door. “Can you distract her just make sure she doesn’t change I’ll be right back!” Eddie exclaimed running out the door to his van.

He sped his car out of the driveway and didn’t slow down or stop the whole way to the trailer. Leaving the key in the ignition he hastily made his way into the trailer yanking off his vest and jacket. Wayne watched confused as his nephew hurried into his room losing articles of clothing. “What the hell you doin kid?” He asked standing in the door of the room. Eddie was flipping through his closet trying to find something halfway decent to wear.

“(Y/n)’s date stood her up and its prom which is this huge deal to her and so I’m gonna take her but I don’t have any nice clothes and she’s dressed up so beautiful and I’m freaking out.” Eddie panicked running a hand through his hair. Wayne didn’t bother to hide the amused smirk on his face at his nephews somewhat normal behavior. “Hold on I’ve got something.” He chuckled making his way into his own room. A minute or two later he came back with a suit in hand.

“I got this for your graduation but as long as you don’t make a mess of yourself you could wear it tonight.” He explained handing the hanger over to his nephew. Eddie’s eyes were wide mouth slightly hung open at the kind gesture. “I um don’t know what to say.” Eddie said staring at the suit in his hands. “You ain’t gotta say anything if this means you’re finally gonna go out with that girl. Just try and have a good night and for the love of god don’t get her pregnant.” He teased making his way out again.

Eddie blushed but quickly started changing into the suit. It was way fancier than anything he had ever worn but for (Y/n) it was all worth it. He added his chain to the belt hooks and left his rings on giving the outfit that slight touch of his own personality. Hardly lacing his white sneakers and snatching up his leather jacket Eddie was out the door with a quick thank you to Wayne. As soon as he pulled out of the trailer park it set in that he was really about to go to prom with (Y/n).

His palms were sweating heart pounding so loud he could hear it over the loud music coming from the radio. “Jesus Christ this is so stupid she’s your best friend. But what if that’s all she wants between us and you go and ruin things by thinking it something it’s not? Or what if you fall even deeper in love with her and she doesn’t even notice?” Eddie rambled to himself. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles were ghostly white.

“Mom I don’t want to go it will be humiliating to show up now!” (Y/n) cried hugging her pillow to her chest tears now streaming down her face. “But honey it’s your senior prom you could have fun dancing with Robin and Steve .” She tried to console her but it was to no use. “This was supposed to be perfect! I was gonna get all dressed up and dance with a handsome guy and feel like a princess instead of a loser.” (Y/n) choked out burying her face in her pillow. Her heart was broken this night was supposed to be different than the rest of high school.

There was a soft knock at the door followed by it freaking open just a little. “Hey sweetie your knight in shining armor is downstairs.” Mr (Y/l/n) said softy smiling towards his confused wife. (Y/n) lifted her head slightly. “Just tell Steve and Robin to go back without me it’s fine really.” She sniffled. “It’s not Steve baby.” He replied leaving the room.

“Well come on let’s get that makeup cleaned up and you can go see who it is.” Mrs (Y/l/n) said gently helping her up from the bed. (Y/n) sat in the chair not bothering to smile or move an inch while her mom fixed her makeup. She had no hope in whoever at the door would make this night any better. There had been a lot of let downs in her four years of high school between the bullying and only hanging out with the so called freaks of the school. Not that she’d change a thing given the opportunity since she loved her friends and the club.

Once her mom was finished the two made their out to the hall her mom quickly joined her husband who now had the camcorder out pointed at the steps. Confused (y/n) continued down the stairs being met at the bottom with Eddie all dressed up a small bouquet of flowers in hand. “Eddie?” She questioned her voice almost a whisper. “Ready for prom sweetheart?” He beamed. Offering the bouquet forward.

“W-what are you doing you hate school dances.”

“I know but i hate the idea of you sitting home crying and miss out on something you were excited for more.”

“That’s sweet Eddie really but you don’t have to I promise.

“I want to go with you, please be my date to prom? It would be my honor to take you.”

(Y/n) unsuccessfully bit back a grin nodding her head. “Okay Eddie let’s go together.” She giggled throwing her arms around his shoulders. He happily hugged her back earning a thumbs up from the kids and the parents. Mrs (Y/l/n) took a couple more pictures of the couple in various poses with what fin she had left. “You two better get going if you want to make it.” Mr (y/l/n) said excusing the two.

“Alright m’lady ready to go?” Eddie asked still grinning like a mad man his arm extended. (Y/n) looped her own arm in his and they made their way out to the van. He made sure to open the door helping her into the vehicle before getting in himself. The two shared an awkward smile before Eddie pulled out onto the road. Things were quiet with the occasional discreet look over the shoulder.

“So um I’m sorry your date didn’t turn out. I know I’m no Andy but hopefully you’ll still have a good time with me.”

“Screw that ball throwing dick I’d much rather go with you anyway. Besides miss out on an opportunity to see Eddie at a school dance no way!”

“Oh yeah you’ll get the full Eddie Munson date package. A ride in my trusty steed here, followed by a majority of the school staring when we arrive, followed by some bad dancing, great dinner conversation, and we can throw an after party at my place if you want. We’ll get your favorite snacks and watch whatever movie you want.”

The young girls heart practically skipped a beat at the fact that he had yet again referred to this as a date. Not only was he going to a place he hated full of people he hated, he had gotten dressed up and offering to dance with her. His selflessness for not only her but for the rest of the group always caught her off guard. “Eddie?” she questioned placing my hand over his on the gear shifter. He turned to look at (Y/n) slowing the car to a stop at a red light.

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“You keep calling this a date? Is it?”

“Well yeah I’d like it to be if you want to. Truth is I’ve had a massive crush on you since that time you punched Jason Carver so hard you broke his nose.”

“Eddie that was the first day we wet.”

Eddie just smiled his big brown eyes practically sparkling from the glow of the moon. (Y/n)’s heart felt so incredibly full at his revelation. “Then it’s a date Eddie Munson.” she said pressing a kiss on his cheekbone. The two had pulled into the school’s packed parking lot parking the van in a back corner it’s usual resting place. They both took a deep breath making their way into the school.

Before we opened the doors Eddie grabbed (y/n)’s hand turning her to look at him. “Getting cold feet on me Munson?” she teased. Rather than roll his eyes or joke back his eyes fell to his shoes. “Are you sure you want to go with me? I’d understand if that would just make all this more embarrassing.” He mumbled swallowing nervously.

“Oh Eddie I would love to be your date for prom I promise you. I don’t care what those losers have to say.” (Y/n) reassured him. He looked up smiling at her again a slight gloss to his eyes. He nodded squeezing my hand. The two of them made their way into the auditorium hand in hand.

Their peers stared practically gawking at them as if they had three heads but neither seemed to care. The two just shared a smile and made their way to the table with Steve and Robin. Robin smiled but Steve looked shocked to see both of them. “Holy shit (Y/l/n) you got Eddie Munson to go to prom.” He gasped. “Yeah she’s lucky she’s so beautiful.” Eddie teased.

“I’m glad you’re here, I mean it’s bad enough I had to ask Steve to be my date but you not being here? That would have sucked!” Robin joked earning an eye roll from Steve. “Gee thanks Robin.” He scoffed. Someone tapping on (y/n)’s shoulder made both Eddie and her spin around to see Andy. Eddie’s grip tightened just slightly and he was now scowling.

“Is there something you need?” (Y/n) asked glaring at the jock. “What are you doing here with that freak I thought we had plans?” He asked like the lying little scum bag he is. “Hmm nope she’s going with me that’s always been the plan dick.” Eddie spat. “Seriously you chose that psycho over me?” Andy chuckled dryly. “In a heart beat.” She grinned.

Andy scoffed rolling his eyes before going back to his friends his prank unsuccessful. “Okay that was kinda bad ass.” Robin laughed. Eddie sat his leather jacket on the back of a chair before offering out his hand. “Ready to dance?” He asked. (Y/n) nodded letting him lead her to the dance floor.

When they stepped out onto the dance floor his arms wrapping around her it was like everyone else disappeared the rest of prom fading away. (Y/n) focused on the weight of his touch, the subtle feeling of his calloused fingertips. His eyes stared into her own warm and soft like the sun just as it rises. He carefully pulled her closer removing any kind of space between them. The song was slow and poppy something Eddie normally hated but right now it was the thing getting him closer to (Y/n) and that was beautiful.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“You clean up well too Eds. Thank you for taking me tonight. This is better than anything I had imagined.”

“Really sweetheart?”

“Yeah it’s perfect.”

“I’ve always dreamt about doing stuff like this with you.”

“Oh you have mr cynical?”

“Oh yeah dancing with you, holding you, kissing you.”

(Y/n)’s breath hitched at the last part heart thumping in her chest. “Can I kiss you? Please let me kiss you.” He whispered in an almost pleading voice. (Y/n) nodded as an answer too excited to speak. He wasted no time in pressing his lips against her own.

His right hand moved across her jaw to the back of her head deepening the kiss. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Eddie’s shoulders. When the two separated both grinned ear to ear. “That was so worth the wait.” He chuckled. “Yes it was my knight in shining armor.” (Y/n) giggled right back.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie stranger things

[myrmica]

do you have any tips for getting better at drawing anatomy? your poses are always so fluid and realistic

first of all THANK YOU!!! that makes me happy to hear!

under the cut because i got long winded... i hope something in here is useful! some of it may stray from the point, and i have no idea what stuff you already know.

in my experience a lot of it is about paying attention to form/volume. at one point or another i realized i vastly prefer art that emphasizes this, as opposed to flatter more stylized anatomy, as far as things i want to emulate in my own work go (flat styles can be cool when other people do it; this is a huge thing with art i think, developing a sense of discernment when it comes to the art you Want To Make versus the art you like but wouldn't want to mimic...)

so i add contour lines to everything i draw as i sketch because it helps me figure out where the object is in space, in relation to the viewer. doing this immediately establishes where the subject is in relation to the "camera" because lines curving one way mean you're looking up at something, and vice versa. if you've ever seen the coil method of foreshortening before, it's the same principle.

while construction lines won't always be there in a finished piece, you can communicate form in the curves of your lines. the round end of a sleeve is a countour line, so are fabric folds (although they have their own volume too), etc.

the feeling of looking up at someone, or their arm moving towards you, or their back turned away from you, that's where a lot of tension and dynamism comes from--some of the "fluidity."

another thing is to focus on weight, and how things interact when they touch... if you grip someone's arm, how does the skin fold/warp under pressure? can you actually draw it doing that, instead of leaving the arm being grabbed unaffected? stuff like that. a huge inspiration for this (and i think it shows in some of the artistic choices i've been making lately) is margot maison's work. like, check out this panel from bora the brain:

or this one of mine, where i just grabbed my own arm like that to see how it felt and what the skin did...

these are both examples of smaller details but the same principle applies any time you're drawing two people touching, or even a bent leg where the thigh and calf meet. i'm more interested in how skin/fat moves around than i am in getting the nitty gritty details of muscle groups and bones right. knowing the muscles and bones certainly HELPS; my personal favorite bones are the radius and ulna in the forearm, and keeping the way they move in mind Is useful because it reminds you that the arm isn't a uniform tube shape, it's a flat rectangle type thing, and it'll look wider or narrower depending on the angle... etc. see pronation/supination gif below:

they get recomended all the time but the morpho books are my favorite reference for doing actual intentional anatomy practice & in redrawing stuff from them a ton of tricks for constructing bodies have stuck in my head. like, here i was focusing on how they simplify the shoulder/armpit in relation to the ribcage:

(you can download most of 'em for free off of libgen btw.)

you can also get something kinda special drawing bodies from life. if you don't have other people to draw, your own hands/legs work too, and it's good for foreshortening and perspective because you're always seeing them in relation to your own viewpoint:

granted both this and the morpho studies are things i find fun to do. on the off chance that you're someone who finds studies tedious or boring, rather than pushing through it you might want to paint a character you like onto the pose you're practicing or something like that to keep yourself invested?

i also use references gratuitously. usually many pictures at once, where i'm combining them to get the pose i want. either just referencing different photos as i draw different things or literally editing them together depending on what it is. over time, i've gotten better at coming up with dynamic and interesting poses without a ref, because using them has built up my understanding of the body (it's actually way easier IMO to draw a dynamic pose without a ref than it is to draw a dude just standing there without one ?!)

there's sort of a push and pull for me between accuracy/realism ("can the arm Actually bend that way???") and exageration/stylistic liscense ("if it doesn't, does it look cooler like that?") where it helps to KNOW if you're drawing something that isn't technically "anatomically correct."

there's also a lot to be said for tracing over photos for practice!

thank you for the question, i love to talk about these things ^_^

#m #asks

[mo0dy-succubus]

Omfg why do i have a 2yeon idea like they are being in the practice room,all lights closed except the leds from the mirror there,miyeon fucking soyeon while filming that w her phone *she had her blitz on so no one could see their faces* and miyeon asked smth like "are you a good girl for mommy's cock,right?" And soyeon answered by a high pitched moan followed by a "yes mommy" KDJSHSHSJ

-🍜

Say Cheese

Dom!miyeon x sub!soyeon, Squirting, mirror sex,voyeurism(???), G!p miyeon,

Miyeon and soyeon were both in cubes dance room talking and eating after they both got done with learning more of the choreography for their upcoming comeback. As they both joked and laughed on the floor miyeon couldn't help but to think of how hot soyeon would look with her body against one of the mirrors surrounding the room.

"Miyeonie. Are you listening to me?" Soyeon says,snapping Miyeon out of her sinful thoughts. "Huh? sorry I'm just out of it" she responded. "Oh should we call it a night I'm kinda tired too?" She said flooping dramatically.

That's when it clicked in miyeons heads. "I've got a way to wake you up! Then we can go!". "Oh what do you have in mind?". Miyeon got up walking over to soyeon looking into her eyes deeply before kissing her. Soyeon was caught off guard a bit bit didn't fight back against her. Miyeon travels down her neck a bit, knowing all of soyeons sweet and sensitive spots since they use to kiss each other back in there trainee days.

Miyeon attacks her most sensitive area causing soyeon to gasp out a bit. Her moans causing a tent to form in miyeons sweatpants. Soyeon noticed smirking a bit before moving her head to allow miyeon more access. Miyeon pulled away before picking soyeon up. In the process miyeon grabs her phone and goes to her camera, ready to record their dirty act.

Soyeon gets down on her knees pulling miyeons pants down revealing her hard cock. Miyeon recoding every move soyeon made on her through the mirror like it was their own porno. Miyeon then moves the camera down to show soyeons face as she went down on her.

Miyeon let's out a sigh of pleasure as she combs through soyeon dark hair. Soyeon let's go of miyeons cock with a loud pop before stroking it a few more times. Soyeon turns around pulling her pants off slowly teasing Miyeon by shaking her ass a bit. "What are you waiting for mommy are you gonna fuck me or no?" Soyeon says challenging the older one.

Miyeon starts to line up her cock with soyeons wet pussy before slamming in. A loud moan comes from soyeon from the unexpected roughness of Miyeon. Miyeon waste no time making a fast Pace with her thrust. Soyeons eyes screw shut, her mouth agape with moans falling out between her lips. "You are such a good girl for mommy's cock, right baby?". Soyeon screams when miyeon starts abusing her G-spot yelling out." YES! yes! I'll be such a good girl for mommy."

Miyeon starts thrusting faster making soyeon reach her climax very fast. Soyeon screamed as she squirted hard on the floor and on miyeons cock and legs. A puddle of soyeons arousal at miyeons feet. "Such a mess,hmm?". Soyeon looks down before saying her signature "sorry". Miyeon pulled out of soyeon stopping the video recording.

Miyeon rest soyeon on her knees again before making her suck her off again. A string of praises fall out of her mouth. Before miyeon came she got out her camera once again. "Don't swallow till I tell you to ok baby?" Soyeon Nods before miyeon pulls out and finishing the job herself. Her seed spilling out in spurts of thick hot liquid some on soyeons face,tongue, and a bit on her eye.

That's when miyeon stopped the second recording of her cum shot onto soyeons face before taking pictures of her nut that's painted her face. "Say cheese hun". Miyeon said snapping a few photos as soyeon poses for her. "Good girl~"

After cleaning up their mess they both headed home to call in for the night. Back at home miyeon goes to her phone and edits the video a bit censoring out their faces and the cube entertainment logo that hung in the dance room to hide their identity and stop any scandals from the public before posting the video on a porn site. Laughing a bit at the title she checks in before sleeping.

#gidle #gidle smut #kpop #kpop smut #smut #gidle soyeon #soyeon #soyeon smut #jeon soyeon #cho miyeon #miyeon #miyeon smut #miyeon gidle

[matenrou-fan]

Hi!!! I have been reading your fics and hc and I must say, I love your writing!! Anyway, I saw your requests are open so I wanted to request, maybe Ichiro and Kuko(separately) with a Fem! S/O who works at a Maid Cafe? And bonus they saving her from an inconvenient customer?

Ichiro and Kuko with a fem! s/o who works at a Maid Cafe

ommmg thank you!!! ahh you're such a sweetheart <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;; slight harassment?? (in bonus part)

-He's in heaven now.

-Well.. Maybe your boyfriend will never admit it, but sometimes he loves to watch some moe wholesome anime about maids or witches, so..

-So he absolutely adores you and your cafe, as you look even better and cuter than any of his favorite characters!

-Ichiro always preferred to eat in his house, as cooking by himself was much cheaper than in cafes and restaurants.. But maybe he starts to visit your place too often now.

-It's just.. You just.. You just look so adorable in your cute dress..! Ichiro is very loyal so his eyes would be only on your cute figure, other maids will never interest him.

-So that's why he is always hoping that you would be the one who will be waiting on his table, he's your boyfriend after all..!

-"Oh, you switched to a summer uniform now?" - Ichiro smiles when you get closer to his table with a little smile. He noticed even the smallest detail about your appearance every day. - "That one is so cute..! Hm, can you then show me a little heart, hehe..?"

-Oh.. And of course.. Taking the photo when a client pays the check is the standard method practiced at many maid cafes, so if in your place clients have this benefit.. Then of course Ichiro would ask for this every time, dressing in his best clothes just to have the sweetest photo with you.

-"Ahh, it's so hard to not kiss you right here.." - he mumbled, posing with you in front of the camera with a wild smile. - "You're just too cute today.."

"Sh.. or you will break hearts of mine other fans.." - you whisper with a little chuckle.

"Huh?? Other fans? So you're popular now, don't you..?" - you can't help but giggle, noticing Ichiro's jealous gaze. Yet then he smirks too. - "Well, it's okay. They can admire you as much as they want, but you're still only my little girlfriend, hehe.. But if someone will try something, tell me immediately, okay..?"

-What a visionary..

Right after this you get to another client who also pays their check and waits for his turn. Your friend, another waitress, took the camera again and was ready to make another casual shoot, but you suddenly froze in place. Man was standing close enough so maybe no one saw this, but you definitely felt his hand on your waist and got absolutely confused.

Of course before starting working here you listen to some briefing about what a waitress should do in such a situation, but you get so scared, unsettled with this unexpected touch.

All you were able to do is look at your boyfriend, who still was not that far away. Ichiro just now noticed a new menu for next month, and was standing there, yet he kept glancing at you from time to time. And when he notices your scared shocked look he immediately gets closer.

"Oh, is everything alright here?" - he said loud enough so few other clients turned in your direction. Of course Ichiro's sharp suspicious gaze laid on a strange man near you and you immediately felt how he quickly let go of your waist.

Another maid, who was kinda confused now, just sheig her shoulders and took a picture. So all this jerk gets in the end is a photo of his scared and your happy faces as you both were looking at Ichiro.

.. should I say that he will get another, longer talk with your boyfriend after..?

-He.. Oh, it's hard.

-Kuko doesn't understand this fanaticism around moe anime and 'kawaii' girls..

-Yet an uncontrollable urge to protect you rises in his chest every time he gets inside your cafe and sees you in this adorable uniform, walking around like a porcelain doll.

-Despite his hot airheaded behavior, your boyfriend has a caring side that relieves itself around you. There's some soft spot in his soul for any cute and innocent things that he doesn't want to admire. But you clearly can see his loving gaze, full of adoration, that is fixed on your figure.

-And who would have thought that Kuko can be so quiet and shy when you look at him with such cute eyes, asking what you can get for your Master.

-"S.. stop calling me like that, it's embarrassing.. Do all these people actually enjoy such nicknames?" - he scoffs, trying to hide his blushing face. - "Strawberry milkshake would be enough."

-Yes, he always criticizes your cafe yet keeps returning here just to talk with you and watch how cheerful you serve clients as he drinks his casual milkshake. Kuko still didn't remember anything more from the menu, acting like he was not interested.

-yet he really wants to order omurice one day here so you will draw him a little hearts with ketchup..

-Despite the fact that he loves you in this adorable uniform, he is kinda grumpy to see other men here, as though about you sharing your adorable smile with them too tickle his soul with jealousy.

-"Are you here for another milkshake, Kuko?" - you giggle, welcoming him once again. You got a really busy schedule this week so you didn't get that much time to go on any dates with your boyfriend. That's why Kuko started appearing here much more often, already visiting your cafe for the third time this week.

"Yeah, yeah.. You know my taste very well.." - he mumbled, sitting down at the table for one.

"It's not your taste, you just don't want to try something new.." - you can't help but chuckle and show him a menu. - "We have a new offer, maybe you would at least try these pancakes, pretty please?"

"Are you trying to win me over with your fan service?" - soft blush appears on his cheeks as he tries to cover his face with the collar of his jacket. - "Fine, I guess I will fall for you games this time, but-"

"Hey, don't you think you should serve my table too? Im waiting!"

Kuko gets silent, as you and him look with wider eyes at another client who was sitting not that far away.

"Did you not hear? Hurry up..!" - this arrogant jerk continues, looking at you. You smile awkwardly, trying to calm him down with a sweet voice and apologizing, but there's no way Kuko would tolerate this.

"Do you have a problem?! Try to learn basic manners and then returns here!" - he scoffs and then laughs. - "Or your stupid head is too small to learn something more than the alphabet?"

"Kuko, I think you violating some basic manners right now too.." - you whisper but he just shakes his head.

"If you're so bold then why don't go out for a minute?" - man gets up, showing his pretty large height.

..Well, maybe your boyfriend can't show off his great height, yet he has enough power to teach a lesson of etiquette for some stupid asshole.

Of course he returns, all alone, with a proud smirk on his face.

"Yes, I will take these pancakes. But make sure they add an extra one as a reward for my help here, hehe.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #ichiro yamada x reader #hypmic ichiro #ichiro x reader #ichiro yamada #hypnosis mic ichiro #kuko x reader #hypmic kuko #kuko harai #Kuko Harai x reader #hypnosis mic Kuko

[lenny-rambles]

About nothing in particular, a bit of Zolu in general, and some fics here and there

Holy smokes, I've had a week. In between exams, my cat getting lost, more exams and work I haven't got the time to actually ramble about anything, which is pretty sad (to me).

HOWEVER.

This doesn't mean to suggest I didn't read anything at all. Oh no, you'd be greatly mistaken to assume that's the case. I devoured a lot of fics this week, in an attempt to release stress because my house was also inhospitable for some days. So, I decided to read and re-read some fics, because that's how I deal with my problems (that is to say, I don't).

It's very interesting to see how their relationship's been depicted through the years! Like, one of my favorite tags for them is "Devotion" (because that's SO them), and the tag's got 60 works, barely. And it was first used in 2019, for a romance fic. That's barely any time at all in OP time! I don't know why though, maybe everyone knew it but struggled to put it into words (like them). As in, everyone would assume right out of the bat that that's their dynamic. Or maybe not! You can never know with fandoms, the fact that Agenda Piece exists still surprises me.

Also, I've grown the habit of reading through an author's works rather than just searching with tags. Like, if there's a fic I really liked I'll go into their profile and read more. And almost every time they have more! It's always a thrill when they have like old works, it comes to show how much they've improved, and how their characterization also evolves with them!

One of my favorite examples of this, that I discovered this week, is the series Fantastic Idiots And Where To Find Them.

Title: Fantastic Idiots and Where To Find Them (series)

Author: Mir4le

Relevant Tags: magic school AU, ASL brothers (my beloved), Law, Zoro, first person POV, on going, maybe there are ships maybe not

Now, disclaimer from me. No one here's endorsing the terf's work as in "go read her stories, they are good", because they aren't. And giving her money in anyway is terrible (in my humble opinion), she poses a lot of terrible ideas for both Trans and Feminism Activism. I hate the woman, and her story is not even that good. She holds A LOT of unethical and incorrect social theories (like eugenics, ew) in her books, AND REFUSES to reconsider or anything. She thrives in the attention she gets from that, I'm sure. Sadly, nostalgia is a bitch, and her books where probably the first I read entirely in english, and through piracy, so I still have some sort of appreciation for them, as terrible works of fiction as they are.

The good news is that the setting is so unbelievably generic that you could say "generic witch society" and that would do just fine, so that's what I'm doing. It's a generic witch society boarding school AU. Ah, the thing. The fic's written in first person POV (sighs), so if that's no your cup of tea you should stay away. The narration improves, the POV never stops being first person. I'm not exactly a fan of first person POV, but I was looking for fic with Law in them, so I picked it up.

Now, the first few chapters where... an experience. They were the author's first work, and you could tell. I don't mean anything mean with that, it's just Difficult to pin the POV for me, so I struggled a bit. Nevertheless, the prompt was interesting enough to keep me going, even if I kinda rushed through some stuff (sorry). It was also noticeable how much the author liked the characters, and the story, even early on, so that also kept me going. Rarely a story loved that much doesn't improve on quality, both because the strive to be better for the story and all the practice they get by putting it out in the first place. So congrats and thank you to the author for your work, it paid off.

Now, another thing about the fic, I'm not exactly what you'd describe a Law fan. I like his story, it was OP most angsty backstory for a while in my opinion (before Kuma, oh Kuma), so that just drew me in. Sadly, it didn't get me like I wanted to. Maybe it's because I binged the anime in an unholy amount of time (another day I'll talk about that) but by the time we got the why of Law, I just wanted Dressrosa to be done. So while I appreciate his character, the anime just made me want to get over with it. All of that to say that I usually avoid fics with Law, because I just don't like him that much. But I stayed. For the potential this had.

And my staying paid off!!!! It was awesome to see another take on ASL, and adding Law to the mix, not through Luffy, but Ace and Sabo was Not something I was expecting! It is also one of the key factors as to why the fic is so entertaining, you keep trying to imagine how the relationships in canon will translate to the setting. I got a lot of them wrong, it keeps you guessing, I love it. The way it shows Law involuntarily warming up to Ace and Sabo is so good. It feels a lot like something 11 y/o Law would write in his diary, it's cute.

Plot-wise it isn't that strong in the first installment (even the author said so), so you are really looking out for character interactions rather than worldbuilding. So it delivers on that, a bit chopped here and there, but by the time you get to the final chapters (there are like, 5) it's way more dynamic.

Ah, I've run out of juice, all right speedrun.

The whole thing, plot and narration improves a lot. Getting to a point in the most recent chapters where I can say that the author nailed down at least Zoro's and Ace's POV to the t, I can't say for Law though, not my area of expertise.

Surprising to no one, I like the Zoro POV chapters best, because we get Strawhat crew, and Luffy and Zoro, and I really like them.

I like the professors and classes they teach they teach. Who is which head of house and all that, nice, very in character.

Whitebeard's kids are a thing here, and I love it, they are fantastic.

Oh, Robin in particular has a lot going for her in the fic, you should also stay for her, if you are a fellow Robin fan.

The shenanigans are AU typical, that's not bad at all, I like how much emphasis they give to pranks and all.

CORAZON IS ALIVE AND WELL, more beautiful things.

Idk, I wish I could tell you more but I kinda read the whole thing for the experience and enjoyed it a lot. Even if it's unfinished.

Oh well, I guess that's it.

Also, "When All the Embers Die" also updated, as well as the other Zoro fic from the same author. And "Treasures for your Treasure (The Pearls Pale in Your Eyes)" ALSO updated, a Zoro update (thanks author) to say the least. I might say some things, I might not, probably I will, once I'm out of this hell hole called midterms.

Anyways, if you read this far thank you very much. Please read the fics mentioned above, even if it's for the experience, they are wonderful stories.

#rambles #txt #zolu #zolu fanfic #fanfic

[bosskie]

Molluck Anatomy Practicing

Man, it happened again... I just had to draw before going to sleep but yeah, finished after sleeping. I should try to do more sketchy sketches but it just happens that I just gotta do details and stuff... I still cannot really stand my line art, so I gotta kinda hide it under shading and stuff...

I'm not good at anatomy but I'm doing my best to learn it, though it's trickier here since Molluck ain't easy to draw... He got so long arms that I kinda had to make him have an odd pose to have at least one hand visible... My original sketch just didn't have big enough hands, so after fixes, I just had to accept this situation. I feel like I'm still not drawing his body proportions right... Also, just some weeks ago I realized that I have drawn his hands incorrectly multiple times, his fingers I mean... It just feels like I keep learning new things about him...

But well, this one feels like the best one so far. I guess that at least after getting that proper (poseable) 3D Molluck model done I start to understand how his anatomy, proportions and such work... I just see that there's something wrong with the anatomy and pose here but well, I just need to practice more. Though, it's kinda difficult to pose his legs since well, they are pretty dead, atrophic from not being used... I wonder if he is even able to move them, even a bit, or do they just hang around... But his odd little legs are somehow endearing, at least for me. Also yeah, I don't know why but Molluck looks somehow confused here... Like he had just woken up.

Oh, and this did remind me of one older traditional sketch similar to this I have never shown:

You can see him having incorrect hands here but it's just the amount of joints in his fingers. I might like the style better here but his body has more problems here.

Oh, and I just feel like adding that sometimes I just think about that how there seems to be less 'Molluck thirst' than it used to be like 3-2 years ago. Well, I can get it but mine hasn't faded away, at all, just getting 'worse'... Man, after two months it's been 3 years of Molluck for me. It just feels like I finally have found the right one for me. Getting into the Emperor (BG3) just strengthened this feeling since I just saw how strong my feelings for Molluck are, preventing me from really having other characters around me. Though, the Emperor only started to interest me because his appearance reminded me of Molluck (and I love octopuses) but he is still my favourite character in that game and I love him but only as a friend. (I even bought the whole game because of him... But it was worth it and I'm currently doing my 5th playthrough...)

I do understand if someone thinks that I'm 'crazy' or something since yes, I do am crazy about Molluck! Also, I'm used to be seen as 'odd', like my whole life, so yeah, it's just what I am. It's just that Molluck is so 'me', like I have said many times; he felt like me as a Gluk and that's what got me into him. I remember feeling nothing toward him when I saw him for the first time, both in AO and SoulStorm. I'm just kinda immune to appearance stuff... Someone can look pleasant but eh, it evokes no desire in me. I don't even wanna call someone beautiful before knowing the person. Stereotypically 'hot' people look even ugly to me... Well, I often see that I have different opinions than the others but I don't even find Molluck ugly, even he is kinda meant to be ugly, at least to humans, since the SoulStorm art book calls him ugly and says that he is even uglier now, but he is said to be attractive by Glukkon standards, so... Well, I seem to be attractive by 'human standards', so a good match, eh? I have said this earlier but I have just heard from multiple people that I'm (very) handsome... I don't even know what to do with my appearance, it's just for identifying me, what else it needs to be... I mean, I'm not even interested in looking attractive, just pleasant enough for myself.

I don't know what has made the others thirsty for Molluck but, like I said, my reason was that I saw myself in him and only after that his appearance catched my attention. But even it was so, man, he do is such a beautiful Gluk! And well, even if there do are some difficulties due to his body since it limits him, there are ways to deal with it and I'm glad to help him out; he can give big hugs and kisses! I still honestly don't know about these terms, like what he is to me, thought many terms can exist at the same time but the main one I mean... I prefer friend-like love but it's more than that still... Romantic love is something like seeing the other as ideal, not about true love, just being in love, if I have understood correctly (I have seriously needed to read multiple definitions for it and I'm still not sure...). I see that Molluck isn't perfect and I don't want him to be perfect either but he is perfect one for me still. I'm basically trying to say that I don't really feel like using this 'fictional other' term like many self-shippers seem to use since it doesn't describe mine well enough. Well, whatever, I just love this Gluk so much!

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

[satoruvt]

just me, just you

pairing → kwon soonyoung x reader

word count → 635

genre → fluff, vaguely mentioned neighbors au, vaguely mentioned college au LMFAO, friends to lovers? kind of??? ↳ tags: random vague trip!, neighbor hoshi, CUTE hoshi, rooftop chats ?, soonyoung being sweet and stupid a little bit also, holding hands, a City, taking pictures kinda, flirting ????????, umm its cold. thats it

song inspo → older by 5sos feat. sierra deaton <3

warnings → none !!

a/n → can i be honest. i have been on a trip recently and this has been the only thing on my mind. literally in pieces over it. also i wrote this in like 25 minutes so absolutely nothing is proofread and you guys are getting this as is enjoy stay warm uhhh. horanghae

“Aren’t you cold up here?” 

Soonyoung’s voice almost gets carried away by the wind, but it manages to reach you somehow. You turn around to look at him, briefly, watch for a moment as he walks closer to you. Pulling the sleeves of your new puffer jacket down to cover your hands, you shrug.

“A little,” you say when he gets close enough. His nose is already red from the cold. “The view’s worth it, though.”

It is, truly. The skyline of an unfamiliar city is more beautiful than anything you’ve ever seen, yellow and blue lights from windows twenty stories high gleaming in the dark. The bridges reaching across the water from one part of the city to the other glow over the barely visible waves. It’s cold, but not bitter. You’re thankful for your hotel’s rooftop access.

“Wah,” Soonyoung says, like he’s just noticing the lights around the both of you. You snort at him. “You’re right, it’s so pretty.”

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, taking in the distant sounds of police sirens and car horns. It’s peaceful, somehow, ambient all the way up here. You feel wistful thinking about the nature of things – on a barely-planned, week long trip with your neighbor slash friend from college. The timing was the least impulsive part about it, despite it being two weeks before finals start rolling out; the calm before the storm, maybe.

With no itinerary and no clue about what was even available to you in the city, you’ve spent your time gently and without any rush. Too many things to do, so might as well just go for the things that seem the most interesting. 

“Hey, look over here for a second,” Soonyoung calls suddenly, and you wonder when he got so far away. You turn a little to see him halfway back to the stairwell door, his phone pointed at you. You blink, but offer a little smile for one picture and a cute pose for another. 

“How long were you taking pictures of me?” You ask, jokingly interrogative. Soonyoung smiles, shrugs, scrolls through a few in his camera roll as he walks back up to you.

“Long enough,” he responds, then, looking at you, “you looked pretty. I wanted to capture it.”

Oh, you think, blinking at him. He smiles, but you can practically feel him start to get nervous at your lack of words. “I see,” you say. “Thank you.”

And maybe it doesn’t have to mean what you think it does, maybe it could mean something sweet and friendly. Something kind and a safe distance away.

But maybe it’s something close and gentle. Something warm and romantic. With just the two of you here…

“You didn’t happen to bring any hot packs up with you, did you?” You ask suddenly, feeling the chill of nervousness start to reach you. You shiver when a breeze flows by.

Soonyoung shakes his head. “No. Should I go get some? I think I brought some with me, they’re just in my suitcase –”

“No,” you interject. Your face feels warm despite the cold, and you think of introducing yourself as his neighbor, and then seeing him on campus the following Monday. You think of his big, eager grin and all the times he’s come over for dinner because you cook so much better than him. “Just, uh. Give me your hand?”

Soonyoung is notoriously a little slow, but he must catch onto you quick, because he grins that big, eager grin and holds your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours gently. It’s impractical, does little to actually keep either of your guys’ hands warm, but you think both of you know and neither of you care.

Besides. With a view this pretty, you can’t even feel the cold.

#caratwritersclub #kdiner #bruh its been so long tumblr doesnt even remember my tags. sorry guys #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt hoshi x reader #svt hoshi imagine #seventeen hoshi x reader #seventeen hoshi imagine #hoshi x reader #hoshi imagine #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung imagine #kpop x reader #kpop imagine #x reader #imagine #reader insert

[the1weepinqguitar]

tally hall sketches and other assorted doodles

Here ya go guys! I also have improvement pics from last year! Almost two years in the Tally Hall fandom! Woohoo! My Marvin's CD is gonna hate me even more after all of this

A Ross sketch! I'm super proud of how it turned out! Below is a close-up!

The aforementioned close-up, showing the shading on his face and the folds of his sleeve!

Zubin! I love the side profile, and I used his picture in the MMMM booklet as a reference! Close up below, so you can see some of the more fine details/shading

the close-up!

Here's Andrew! His hair is kinda hard to not fluff-ify, but I dealt with it anyways and tried my best to keep it close to reality. Obligatory close(r)-up below.

next will be some other random stuff, mostly tally hall, but some of it is oc art

drew this drawing of Ross last September. Not amazing but very stylized, which I love/hate. the tag on the bottom left reads, "he's rather disheveled but this is the best I could do back then"

wtf is he doing? He in an action movie or something? btw this was last-year's andrew. very stylized. i hate it.

decided not to include the other last-year Rob cause i hate it deeply. this one's much better. very fluffy. i dont like the collar tho

just me poking fun at my horrendous attempts at stylizing joe. im not gonna draw him as much as the others btw.

This is from an au created by @bonkdd, but i did rob and andrew's designs bc i never saw his designs for them. i also added a lot of lore and plot stuff because i really liked the concept. in simple terms the tallies are robots that were abandoned by Marvin after he passed away so now they're falling apart n stuff without him to care for them (that's why rob hides his face). Anyways, huge thanks to Bonk for the original idea! They're a great artist, you should go check them out!

Edith, drawn/sketched with a ballpoint pen.

Another one. I like this one better, but I spent two days on this one versus a half on hour on the other so i guess it makes sense

Adrian and Reuben (OCs), done in a college-ruled notebook bc i ran out of pages in my sketchbook. next is a close-up so you can see more shading.

probably my favorite gay couple i've ever written ngl

Ace again, but wearing Reuben's favorite sweater.

Looking mighty fine!

He's lookin' tough, he's got the stuff, he's got the spiffy shades... (/lyric)

pose practice

Boll weevil, why don't you get out of your home? (/lyric)

old art jumpscare - i actually kinda like this one, might redraw it. Below is the full thing

why is zubes staring like that??? its creepy

here's another. i don't know why it's sideways. andrew is scared of joe btw, this isn't the entire drawing

Did an embossing peice. It's the Mojo Chessmaster! I tried by best to make it as detailed as possible, and I think I did pretty alright. The neck was probably the worst part to do. Below are close-ups

the head of the guitar was a pain in the ass.

This part was also pretty tricky but it came out okay. the dials at the bottom are raised as much as I could get them to go, so I'm not worried about them. My issue here was the pickups.

I also added Flansburgh's little signature guy but i drew his hair because why not? Anyways this piece took me a good hour or so to finish, I think it'll fetch a good grade (it was for my metal design class).

I'll add a sketch I just did as a bonus:

it's from a tally hall fanfic/au i made back in may after my grandpa passed away. It was a great stress-reliever and I still really like how it turned out. It's about cryptids and monsters and shit. I'll post a summary on a different post because this one was mostly for the drawings. I might post a few installments of it on my ao3. It could be a weekly thing since i usually have time on fridays to write.

Once again, a close-up is available below.

I put literal hours of research on cryptids and of the area (ann harbor, MI) while writing this fic. It was fun though, and it helped me a lot. Feel free to ask me anything about the plot or world-building !

#ivan's art tag #tally hall fanart #oc art #random assorted sketches and stuff #buh-bye

[tamelee]

hi! I really enjoy your art, it has a very unique touch to it that I really like. do you sell prints of your art anywhere?

I've never been much of an artist myself, but lately I've been feeling like I would really like to try and learn how to draw. I know it takes a LOT of practise and that some have a more natural touch to it than others, but do you have any tips for a beginner? where should I start? I have tried reference pics and stuff like that but I never seem to get them right. how can I keep myself motivated when nothing I try turns out the way I imagine it?

sorry if you've already answered something similar to this, I would love to read that too. sending you good vibes and many thanks in advance ✨

Aaaahh thankyou so much! 💕 I don't yet but will soon I'll update on that 🎉🫶

Absolutely!

And wow that's great to hear! I'm really excited for you honestly because it's really fun :3 Well, my ways have always been a little unconventional but most teachers would tell you to pick up a pen and paper and.. just start drawing/doodling with whatever reference you have. Or if you have a pen tablet already, explore the program you're working with. Any kinds of brushes, try them out, try functions the program has- see what it does, make it a fun experience because you can't make any mistakes. It isn't something you have to deliver to anyone, this is practice and this is for you. Put on some music or watch a show on the side that's easy to follow (not one you have to pay close attention to) and just scribble away. You can use an extra program like 'Pureref' (which is free!) that allows you to drag in any references you need on top of your drawing-program or create an extra window where you can drag in any images and rearrange everything just the way you like it, like this:

And then let's try a Sasuke sketch in that pose upper-left corner.

I usually flood the document with a bunch of references in case I need it. (It's always more than I need but I hoard my files a lot 😂.. I think it's a fear of it not being enough "just in case"- but it's okay.) When I'm coloring a sketch, I think of colors beforehand but it kinda depends on my mood. Most of the time I don't bother until I get to the lighting stage. If you feel like you don't really got the hang of using a pen-tablet yet, there is a good tutorial with exercises here. And don't worry at all!!! Because it'll get much easier and easier overtime, just please take care of your hands and stretch gently always. Remember it is never supposed to hurt.

Honestly the way to improve fast with art is... just get obsessed over something 😂 and draw that. Find something you like and enjoy drawing it at least from my understanding that is what happened to many people. For me it's.. well.. If you want to get inspired, go to places, preferably professional spaces and make a board with art in styles you really like. (Or a folder for example!)

This way you can use references to make something and it's a good start/practice ^^! At least it was very helpful for me! If you feel like nothing turns out the way you imagine it, then don't worry about it please.. creating something involves so many steps it is nearly impossible.. or it is impossible actually to have something turn out exactly as you imagine it beforehand. It is more important that the end-result is something that is satisfying which has more to do with the actual process itself. And I know that is not something you might want to hear now but I guess you'd have to experience it? At least for me, every new art I make involves something along the lines of "oh I kinda liked that" or "ew, no, nope, no, not doing that ever again" it's a constant process. Here are some helpful video's for beginners because I think visual inspiration would be more beneficial for you than just a bunch of text from me!

5 FIRST STEPS TO LEARN TO DRAW

HOW TO DRAW SIMPLE FACES

HOW I STUDY DRAWING

Advice for Starting your Art Journey

Extra (not necessarily for beginners):

Why BELIEF Is More Important Than TALENT

How I Reduce TOXIC Perfection As An Artist (Best Drawing Exercise TO Do)

What to do If you aren't Improving

Why it takes so long to get good at art

I hope any of this is helpful to you and I hope you have a nice day 🌷💕! Happy drawing!

#asktamelee #art tips #art tutorial

[kingkatsuki]

Imagine having a crush on Steve (I feel like everyone has one at some point 😂) and whenever you hang out with the group you always notice how he acts around Nancy and how she’s always looking at him. It had been a common thread throughout your friendship to be the third wheel. Having Robin around made it less lonely but she was rooting for them to get back together while you were pining for him like an idiot. All of that changes once you meet Eddie. He caught onto the secret crush right away and even though he teased you for it a bit he still made an effort to cheer you up.

The first time he noticed was the same day that you met. Since he didn’t know you that well, he didn’t know the best way to make you laugh. So he did what does best: be himself. He starts telling you this story about his band and how he’s seen you around before (kinda like that moment in the woods with Chrissy) but the way he tells it is so exaggerated and colorful, you can’t help but laugh. You become fast friends and hanging out with just Eddie instead of everyone else was the first thing to change the dynamic. You’d sit in on his band practices, join the Hellfire club whenever they had a meeting and let Dustin teach you how to play. Hang out at his trailer or sneak him into your room when your dad was home. Your little sister always knew and she practically idolized Eddie, trying to mimic the devil pose or acting like him. He thought it was cute.

Eventually, Steve starts to develop a disliking for Eddie and your friendship with him. He’d frown whenever he saw you talking to him or get irritated whenever your bring him up. When you told Eddie he only laughed. “Harrington’s got his panties in a twist because he misses your attention. You’ve been giving it all away to me and he feels threatened.” You still didn’t understand where it was coming from, it’s never happened with any of your other guy friends so why Eddie?

I just love the idea of this because we’ve all been there? You know when you have that huge crush, but it just hurts because you know they’ll never like you back? And even though you know there’s no chance you still can’t shake the feelings? So you’re just there painfully in love with someone that doesn’t feel the same way.

And then Eddie comes and he’s a welcome distraction. He listens to you when you talk to him about how much you fancy Steve, comforts you when he can tell you’re upset that there’s no hope at all and I can’t really see him sugar coating shit either? So he’s like the perfect friend to have— you find yourself hanging out with him more because it makes you forget about the crush that’s eating away at your heart, and the more time you spend with Eddie, the more you find yourself forgetting about Steve? You’re not falling asleep thinking of him anymore, or having those random daydreams in the shower- you’re slowly but surely getting over him. And it’s all thanks to Eddie.

And the more time you spend with Eddie, the more you begin to see him in a different light? He starts to fill you with the same feelings that Steve used to fill you with, butterflies tickling your rib cage whenever he’s near— and it feels different with Eddie? Because he makes it clear he likes you back?

But then Steve starts to take notice, and you find him talking to you more and more. Trying to get closer to you? And it’s so confusing because you’d thought you were over him, that the feelings had disappeared, but he starts making that ache in your chest reappear.

And now you’re stuck because things were going so well with Eddie, but Steve is now back in the picture?

And Eddie can see it, he’s not stupid— but in Eddie’s mind, who the fuck can compete with Steve Harrington?

#not mine #I LOVE THIS anon #so so much #soft eddie munson