#sooooooo it's begun

[earthnashes]

Fitness update time baybeeeeeeeee! I once again had to gather the balls to post the photos here so uh. Ye. :D

Like the last one, more details will be under the cut, but for the TL;DR crowd:

Last Update Here

Current: 177lbs | Estimated BMI: 24-26% | Push Pull Legs split at 6 Days a week

Notes: Training stimulus for this block focused on lifting basics and intensity: establishing a stronger mind-muscle connection and knowing how training to true mechanical failure feels like. Additional challenge: Finding maintenance calories and maintaining weight in the general range of 175-180lbs before re-attempting 1st Lean Bulk attempt.

Results: All lifts have seen an increase in working weight. Noticeably more muscle definition overall over the course of the last two months. Weight largely remained the same; assume maintenance calories has been accurately found.

Sooooooo the last two months have been kinda crazy. I took a look at my past lifting logbooks and found that despite my PRs being higher than the last recorded attempt, my overall working weights for all of my lifts hadn't really moved much. Partially out of fear of injury, but mostly due to the noticeable lack of real intensity in the training.

On top of that I found that my weight wasn't going down or up at the calories I was eating at, but my energy had begun to drop and recovery was suffering. Originally I was meant to be in my first bulk, but my weight never moved, and that ultimately resulted in me switching strategies for my nutrition too.

Basic idea: dial up the intensity, RPE of 8-9.5. Find true maintenance calories.

For nutrition: I used the TDEE calculator for my calories this time. It's supposedly more accurate than most other calorie calculators including MyFitnessPal's calculator, which gave me 2200 calories as my "bulk". Welp, turns out that's wrong; 2200 is my cutting number with my current activity level. And given how long I've been in a cut, it explained why, even in the deficit still, my weight never moved: it's too low to gain weight, and with how long I been in a deficit up until then my body was adapted too much to continue losing fat. So I instead switched focus onto finding my actual maintenance calories by immediately bumping my calories to the number the TDEE calculator gave me (2600 cal) and adjusting based on how my weight trend.

Result is, over the course of 2 months I gained 2 pounds but I'm certain this is almost entirely muscle (based on look, measurements, and performance in the gym); I've otherwise hadn't changed weight wise. This is good to know; it means I can eat more than I initially thought and gives me a stronger baseline for when I do actually go into a real bulk.

For training: First thing I focused on was my legs, which was arguably my weak link. This is largely due to an old injury in my left knee made it hard to reach full range of motion, and the strength discrepancy between my left and right leg because of it was pretty noticeable. Correcting it is one of the reasons why I switched to PPL training split, with Legs being trained first every cycle.

For both my legs and my isolation exercises I utilized unilateral versions of all my exercises; working each limb separately instead of together. I also incorporated a different set program: 2 working sets of 6-10 reps, 1-2 sets taken to true mechanical failure. The failure sets were meant for me to get used to the very uncomfortable sensation of training the muscle to- and past - it's actual limit and not my mental limit while maintaining proper form technique. That shit is rough, but it ensured that I was training with actual intensity and I was taking the muscle to true failure for growth, which in turn would help with building better muscle-mind connection with each muscle bilaterally and unilaterally.

For compounds I didn't take any of the lifts to true failure due to the higher fatigue and recovery toll. Instead I focused on building strength skill, so the set program was: 1 Topset (heaviest set of the exercise) 1-3 reps, 2 working sets for 5-8 reps. Any hypertrophy work for these lifts were always done with machine accessories for stability and safety.

Results thus far has seen my overall strength increasing, my knee is much stronger and stable (tested my squats and I can safely squat my own bodyweight without pain or wobbling, which is a feat due to being unable to do that months ago), and I confidently can say I have better form and idea of intensity.

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SO! With all of that said I'd say this block was overall a success after much trial and error. Now that I've gotten a better idea of a few things, my next move right now is to take a deload week for some much needed rest, then structure my next block for a more strength focus alongside my 2nd attempt at an actual lean bulk. The goal is to gain at least 4-5 pounds of muscle by the beginning of next year and make a new maxout for my PRs, so I might look a lil soft the next time I do a progress report but hopefully I'll be much stronger and ready for my second cutting phase.

This shit is hard, but I'm loving it to death man. I'm having a lot of fun learning and going through the journey and now I can confidently say that I'm at the Intermediate stage of lifting! I also think I know the type of weightlifter I am now. I've heard the term "powerbuilding" a few times now and I feel it fits; primarily lifting to build strength, but also throwing in some bodybuilding rhetoric for aesthetics.

Like I said a while back I'm seriously considering recording my workouts and posting those as I go on my Instagram, and I've actually bought a lil phone stand to practice recording and being more comfortable in front of the camera. We'll see how that goes I suppose!

But uhhhhh YE! That's all my yapping for now. Thank you for listening, and if you have any fitness goals feel free to share them with me! :)

#weightlifting #powerlifting #powerbuilding #ash talks #earthsong talks

[amhrosina]

I'll Never Let Anyone Hurt You (Frank Castle x gn!Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This was requested by another nonnie! As soon as I got this request in, I knew I was going to have sooooooo much fun writing it. Who doesn't love protective/soft Frank???

My requests are open!

Summary: After a customer yells at you for dropping their coffee, Frank comes to your defense, knowing how sensitive you are to loud voices and aggressive confrontations.

(Warnings: cursing, mild threat made by Frank, someone says something really mean to reader (and shitty in general), super!soft!frank!, let me know if i missed any) 

There are good days, and there are bad days, and today, you decided, was turning out to be a bad day. It hadn’t started that way. You’d been woken up by Frank’s soft lips trailing down your shoulder, his nose nuzzling into your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You’d wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you and showing him exactly how much you wanted him. It was gentle and slow, limbs entangled in each other and the sheets, lit only by the early morning light filtering through the curtains. Love didn’t begin to describe what you and Frank had together. It had been the perfect morning. And then you got to work, and that’s pretty much when the day went to shit. 

A bead of sweat followed the curve of your spine, disappearing into the waistband of your pants. Your body ached all over the place, and your eye had begun twitching two hours ago on its own accord. You were grateful that your shift would be over soon.  

You worked at a diner in Hell’s Kitchen; one that attracted enough attention for you to make good tips, but not so much attention that you would get overwhelmed with customers. Today, though, the rush had never stopped. A film festival nearby had a revolving door of customers flying in and out of your section all day. You were exhausted, you hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning, and you were nearing your capacity for rude customers.  

Two of them had already raised their voices at you, and you had very nearly crumbled to the floor when they did. You had always been sensitive to loud noises, and when people raised their voice, you had to resist the urge to cover your ears and flee the room. Frank hadn’t been there to witness the incidents, which you were grateful for. You would run out of rude customers if he had any say in the matter. 

He was currently sitting in a booth towards the back of the diner, watching you as you flew between the tables, barely stopping long enough to breathe before your feet were moving again. He always showed up towards the end of your shift, ready to ask about your day as he walked you home. Usually, he’d follow you into your apartment and stay for a few hours before leaving to handle the business he needed to handle. Frank always, always came back afterwards, though. You hadn’t spent a night apart since the first time he’d crawled into your bed, searching for the comfort of your hold and the gentle run of your fingers through his hair.  

You approached Frank, coffee pot in hand to refill the coffee he’d ordered.  

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else I can get you, sir?” You asked, politely, winking at him with the eye that no one else could see.  

Frank chuckled. “You on the menu, baby?”  

You diverted your eyes, smiling shyly as you refilled his cup.  

“Not for everyone, no.”  

“But for me?” He asked, watching your nimble fingers place the mug in front of him.  

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by a customer from a few booths down. His whistle carried across the room, and you bristled. He began to snap his fingers at you, even though he could clearly see that you had noticed him. 

Frank stiffened, fingers clenching into fists. You could tell he was itching to say something, to defend you from the douchebag who thought snapping at his servers was the right way to get good service, but you didn’t want to cower behind him every time you had a problem.  

You mumbled a quick, ‘no’, under your breath towards Frank, and made your way to the man, who was still snapping his fingers.  

“Need a refill, sweetheart.” His voice was nasally, and you cringed at the way he used the same nickname Frank was so fond of using. You grabbed his mug, tipping the coffee pot over it. 

“Couldn’t help but notice how much attention you were giving the hipster over there. Is that what it takes to get your motor going? A shitty haircut and a beard?” 

You balked at his bold statement, glancing towards Frank and then back at the man. A scalding heat hit your wrist. Your gasp was loud as you realized that you’d accidentally spilled the hot coffee on your arm. The mug and the coffee pot dropped to the floor and shattered, scattering pieces of glass and droplets of liquid across the floor, and of course, it splattered on the rude man in front of you.  

He jumped up, flinging his arms into the air. You tried not to let your flinch show too much. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Are you fucking slow?”  

Your mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water, and you couldn’t get your voice to work before he began screaming again.  

“Do you know how much this suit costed me?” His voice was still rising. You could feel yourself dissociating from the situation. You wrapped your arms around yourself, cowering into the hold. The burn on your wrist felt miles away, the pain fading as you distanced your mind from your body as much as possible.  

A warm hand on your lower back brought you back into yourself. You’d know that glowing presence anywhere. A gentle caress across your shoulders had you breathing again. Frank slid in front of you, eyeing the man who had stopped yelling as soon as Frank had appeared behind you.  

You knew Frank to be a gentle, kind, and caring person, but you knew how scary he could be to others. When the man looked Frank in the eyes, he was staring down the face of the Punisher. 

The conversations around you had come to a halt long ago, but now it was silent enough to hear a pin drop.  

“Look man,��� the guy started, holding his hands up in a way that reminded you of a wounded animal, “this suit was expensive. You’d yell too if you knew how much money I spent on this thing.”  

Frank chuckled dryly, shaking his head. His voice was low – threatening. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as he spoke.  

“I’m gonna give you ten seconds to get out of here. If I ever see you hanging around here again, I’ll throw you and that nice little suit of yours into the Hudson with cement blocks chained around your feet. Then we’ll see how loud you can yell.” 

The man looked between Frank and the rest of the diners, who were all trying very hard to look like they weren’t listening in on the conversation.  

“Five seconds.” Frank grumbled. 

The man scrambled towards the door, having to inch past Frank’s tall frame. As soon as he was out the door, you turned, quickly making your way towards the back exit of the diner.  

You leaned against the brick, watching your breath float through the air. The cool air felt good on your burn, but you knew it would only alleviate the pain for so long. Frank walked through the door a few moments later, carrying your jacket and the backpack you had brought with you today.  

You shook your head. “I have to go back in there.” 

“Your shift ended five minutes ago. Your manager said it was okay.”  

You shrugged the jacket on, taking Frank’s arm as you began your walk home, which was only a five-minute walk. When you made it into your warm apartment, you removed the jacket, getting a better look at the burn on your arm. 

Frank gently took your arm in his hands, blowing on it to sooth some of the pain. 

“Are you okay?” You knew he was asking about both, your arm and your emotional state. His constraint was admirable. You could see in his eyes that he was resisting the urge to follow the man and beat his head into the concrete. He had known since early on in your relationship that the sound of yelling or arguing caused you to shut down. Frank had always been gentle with you, talking softly even when you had disagreements.  

You nodded, sniffling. He saw through your lie, but he didn’t call you on it. Instead, he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you. You melted into his chest, tears welling up in your eyes as he kissed the top of your head. He held you until your tears started to subside, only letting go when you picked your head up to look at him. 

“No one can ever hurt you. You hear me? Not when I’m around.” 

“I know, Frankie.” You mumbled, wiping the stray tears from your face.  

“I love you, alright? I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”  

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. He found the first aid kit and began to treat the burn on your arm. It wasn’t too bad, but it would definitely need be visible for a few days. Afterwards, when you had curled up next to him on the couch, he began to hum a familiar tune, gently lulling you to sleep. The last thing you remember before complete unconsciousness is the soft press of Frank’s lips on your forehead. Frank may be violent and scary to other people, but to you, he was just Frankie, and it was just love.  

End Note: I hope you liked it, Nonnie! I loved this request soooo much. I'll never get tired of writing Frank <3

Tag List:

@alexxavicry @xleiaorgana @mukbee @dilfs5678 @kokoterainonago666 @blackwidownat2814

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fluff #frank castle imagine #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #the punisher x y/n #the punisher x you #the punisher x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel #requested #amhrosina

[thelov3lybookworm]

When Shadows Ward Off The Darkness (Prologue)

Summary: The mermaid has a secret mission, and she is nervous.

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A/n: sooooooo....... I AM YOUR SECRET SANTa MY LOVELY @bibliophiliaxvignette !!!!! siiiikeeeee!!!

im hoping me pretending to not be your santa worked and i hoped i was successful in fooling you lol

hehe im so excited aaahhhhh

i hope you like it 😉🤭❣

(also, this prologue happens after a few parts, towards the end, ya know? it only really exists to get your interest piqued 🤭)

anyways, enjoy!

@acotargiftexchange

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The sun beat down on Gwyneth, and she turned her head towards the light, savouring the feeling of it on her skin.

It was not everyday that she got to feel the feeling of the air in her lungs and in her hair, the sun and wind caressing her skin, what with her being holed up underwater by her mother.

But being able to come up to the human lands wasn't fun either when you had an agenda behind your visit.

Gwyn sighed, glancing to where she could see the silouhette of the homes the humans lived in, before she dived into the water, moving her lithe body in the way that her mind knew how to before her body did, the way that had been embedded in her blood before she was even born, before she even knew of her heritage.

As she swam her way towards her destination, she observed the fishes that swam alongside her, the way the light from the fading sun danced on their colourful scales.

Thinking about how beautiful the scene under the water looked was better than thinking about what she had been tasked to do.

Before she knew it, she had already reached the place where she always met him, and she took in a deep gulp of oxygen from the water using the gills on her neck, and let herself surface, hoping that he would not be there.

Of course, fate had begun being cruel to Gwyn recently, and she found him reclined on a fallen tree, one of his leg propped up and the other stretched out, looking as carefree as ever.

He didn't notice her at first, whistling softly as he leaned back on an elbow, staring up at the birds circling near the still standing trees, and her being in no hurry to have his full attention on her, simply studied him. It was already difficult enough thinking about what her mother had tasked her to do, and she knew if he gave her his signature charming grin, she would crumble.

At that moment, the force of how unready she was hit her, and her gills fluttered, trying to do the job her lungs were failing at.

To no avail, as the moment she tried to draw in a breath, he glanced towards the waters, and a beautiful smile split his face.

"Gwyneth."

FUCK.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

#gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #gwynriel fluff #gwyn berdara #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyneth x azriel #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #azriel fluff #azriel shadowsinger #acotar series #acowar #a court of silver flames #acotar headcanon #mating bond #a court of thorns and roses #acotar writing #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #acotar fluff #acotar fandom #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar gift exchange

[shima-draws]

Kieran really does have great characterization so far which is why I really want part 2 of the DLC to really nail the ending! I am sooooooo eager to see how they handle Kieran and Carmine as well as Kieran’s relationship with the two of them in the next part! Also I really hope the game has the three of the them properly make amends with each other for the falling out. My biggest fear is that they’ll put everything on Kieran to fix/not have Carmine (and to a somewhat lesser extent the player) properly apologize for the mishandling of the Ogerpon situation.

YEAH SAME;;

And tbf Carmine did already apologize to Kieran for keeping him in the dark about Ogerpon, she clearly regretted not telling him anything especially bc of how he reacted to it. What I want to see from her is a genuine apology for being a bad sister. Bc she treated Kieran quite poorly at the beginning of the DLC and we can assume she's been treating him that way for a LONG time. Kieran clearly has a lot of self esteem issues and general problems with speaking up for himself, which is possibly a result of years of verbal abuse. I'm not saying Carmine is doing it on purpose; she probably doesn't even realize that her words have such a negative effect on her brother, and she doesn't know that what he's going through is way more than just "teenage angst" as she put it lol. But I think she's starting to find out that maybe she's going about things the wrong way. Especially because Kieran's begun to act out and is more aggressive with his words and actions around her and the player. I really really hope she comes to terms with the fact that yeah, she hasn't really been a good sibling, that maybe Kieran feels like he's been in her shadow this entire time and the way she handled things during the Ogerpon incident made things worse between them. And that she actually feels sorry and wants to make things better 😭

Now, as for whether or not Kieran will ACCEPT that apology from her. We'll have to see :")

#Generally I hope ALL of them say sorry. Lol #They were all at fault for what happened in different ways #I'm looking forward to Kieran's villain arc (lying) (also not lying) #Shima answers questions #Pokemon #Pokemon SV #Pokemon Kieran #Pokemon Carmine #The Teal Mask #Pokemon SV DLC #Pokemon SV spoilers #That one scene where Kieran complains about Carmine stealing the player from him. #I have a feeling that's not the first time smth like that has happened;; #How many times has Carmine done smth that she thinks is good for Kieran but is actually not? 🤔🤔🤔 #God I LOVE complicated sibling relationships. HIT me with that shit

[korcariiwitch]

for all the fellow durge x astarion brainrotters out here.

Sooooooo I kind of wanted to throw this out there as an experiment/tentative prelude, but I’ve been considering for a good long while that I’d like to start posting some BG3 writing on here.

Specifically a dark urge x Astarion story that has been rolling around and banging against the bars of its enclosure inside my head. I think I could also make it a mixture of Astarion x reader/Tav and Astarion x OC!durge too. (And a sprinkling of durgetash too).

Please be aware if you read ahead and haven’t played the origin yet, there will be spoilers. So I’ll leave the rest under the cut!

Essentially I have begun to write about the dark urge origin and my character’s journey. Also about Astarion’s and various ways in which their stories parallel one another. Not that the game itself doesn’t already do an incredible job at this. I just have a lot of headcanons that I think could be fun to explore and flesh out and honestly the brain rot is so bad that if I do not put it somewhere, I will absolutely turn into a mindflayer.

I don’t really have anything linear in mind, closer to a cluster of a bunch of different ideas/moments that I just really want to get out of my brain and word vomit them somewhere. It would be a mixture of post-game adventures, moments during the game’s acts, and also quite a bit of pre-amnesia dark urge and some durgetash for good measure because I am a degenerate.

All that being said – I do absolutely want to be inclusive as much as I can. There will be moments where the story can be written in a more neutral way regarding gender and also not include appearance at all if people would like to imagine themselves/their Tavs/OCs instead. Not everything will be just my OC!durge specific and for those particular moments I will tag them as such (including things like content warnings, etc. so people are aware what they’re fulling getting into).

Don’t get me wrong, I still very much want to write about my durge and flesh our their story and  really get into the nitty gritty of what I felt their journey was like. Also just their own personal character development in juxtaposition with their relationship with Astarion.

It has been a very very very long time since I’ve posted anything online and I know there’s always a risk with doing so, but I’ve just been honestly so genuinely inspired not only by the writing in the game but the incredible content other people have been creating because of this game and I just want to give a shot. To be a small part of it, even if it truly is just only for me (not to sound presumptuous) and no one notices.

At least, I don’t want to make that the main point but I know there’s a lot of you dark urge enjoyers out here and was essentially just wondering if people would be interested in a story like this?

It’d also most likely be 18+ so I was considering either just making a whole other blog or a side-blog to post there since this account is very very old and I wasn’t sure if it’d be safer and more comfortable for people who might want read this.

Again, I really REALLY don’t want to sound pretentious at all. Just thought it might be cool to share and honestly, I’d love to have people to talk about this game with. Especially about the dark urge, I just have so many feelings about it and I enjoy getting to read all the interesting and insightful meta/thoughts/headcanons people have come up.

To quote our favorite fanged boy, “Honestly, I have no idea what we’re I'm doing. Or what comes next.”

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 writing #durgetash #astarion fic #bg3 fanfiction #durge #astarion x durge

[eyesxxyou]

Sooooooo progress has begun

Ooooou I like it. If you wanna make it more accurate, make him just a tad skinner. He's a little string bean

#{eye's inbox} #{👁️ inbox}

[shesthespinstersimmer]

Seven Sins Challenge: Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on...

Hi friend!

Lemme see:

Judith

She’s certainly a work in progress, but I think her biggest Achilles heel is her pride. It’s hard for her to ask for help, it’s hard for her to admit when she’s hurt, and she certainly doesn’t want to admit when or if she’s wrong. It serves her well in some situations, but it doesn’t do much for her personal growth.

Sumner:

If you’ve read WEIRD & WONDERFUL , this doesn’t need much explanation. Sumner is about Sumner. He wants more in every facet of his life. Some might argue it’s because he’s trying to fill the void Judith left, but he was just as greedy when they were married. I will agree. It’s gotten worse since they divorced. 

Cora:

So glad she’s begun her therapy journey. Cora has spent the bulk of her life pushing down her pain. As a result, her wrath has done nothing but build up inside her under her stoic demeanor. She convinces herself there’s no reason to think about things she has no control over, but it’s starting to bubble up. thankfully, she has Jude to hold her hand through it.

Shalom:

Sooooooo very glad Miss Thing aged up; I wasn’t sure any of us were gonna make it. But there’s is still a seed in Young shalom; some may call it middle child syndrome. this will be a good time for Bruce and Esther to bolster her self-esteem.



Redd:

His father, the Captain is right – play stupid games, get stupid prizes. So much so, he could shimmy right up there with Judith for the pride category. No matter what he’s been told, he still thinks he’s smart enough to play with fire and not get burned. Guess we’ll see. 

Sweetie:

She’s spoiled. The end.

✏️ thanks for tagging me, friend!

I’m gonna reach out and tag @therichantsim @cinamun @madeofcc @wannabecatwriter @vay2008 @storiesbyjes2g @ladybugsimblr 

#shesthespinstersimmer #oc ask game

[narrators-journal]

HIHIHIHIHI:3 I saw ur request box open can u pls write Loki helps goro breed (f)Reader ?

My brain has been absolutely NOTHING but Ryomina. Be it Smut or general thoughts, it’s alllll just Ryomina EXCLUSIVELY. Sooooooo, I. Struggled. Akechi never struck me as someone who would hook up with anyone outside of mayyyybe joker, and even then I don’t entirely see their chemistry. Loki? Yeah, I could see him being a horny bitch, but not so much his user lololol. So cooking up a scenario that fit the prompt was a bit tricky.

So! I just went HAM. I just leaned into some fun experimentation on how to portray some smut. So! It’s short, a lot is left up to imagination, it’s a little vague, but I hope it’s still enjoyable and fun in some way.

CW: implied non-con, teratophilia, and pregnancy! Be warned! There’s also pretty blatantly stated blackmail. Please be very mindful as you read below the cut.

The human body is almost known for its durability. A tumble down a cliffside, gunshots, stabbings, freezings, all had a chance of survival. So, it wasn’t a surprise that the human body was capable of being stretched and filled to an insane amount, right? Your belly may bulge, and your skin may be littered with varied cuts and bite marks, but you could survive. You didsurvive.

Your skin was decorated in scars that varied in their severity, and the strength of your reputation as a star was hung over your head like some fucked up version of mistletoe, but you were alive to tell the tale. If...it wasn’t a story that would’ve gotten you thrown into the grippy sock hotel.

But, regardless of whether or not you’d be believed, you were alive. You’d survived being stuffed to the brim with an inhuman cock, and you’d lived when the nightmare Zebra, bull thing that loomed over you had filled your belly with enough molten desire that your skin had felt ready to split apart. Of course, you couldn’t mention what had happened with that demon, but you...could move on from it. You could...do what Akechi demanded and hopefully get him to erase the video he’d taken. Then, you can finally completely forget what had happened.

The way that demon’s cock had slowly drug against every inch of you, the feeling of his claws when they bit into the skin of your sides and back, the...way something seemed to lingerin your body, even after the demon had filled you until boiling...fluid, had begun to drip out of you. You could leave it all behind, get rid of it in some way. Right?

All you could do was hope. Hope, and survive the rancid predicament once again.

#Persona 5 #Persona #Loki x reader #Akechi Goro x reader #kinda #persona 5 royal #x reader #scenario #ask #not sfw #spicy #dark #lemon-scented #short

[zalrb]

Memories [SE Xmas Fic Pt. 2]

*Requires some engagement at the end

Part 1: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/703687556774215680/be-neighbourly-se-xmas-fic-pt-1

Stefan hadn't visited Elena's apartment since that night but somehow ended up spending a lot of time with her over the next week. She wrote in the coffee shop by their building and he would see her at a window side table with her laptop. What had become a quick in-and-out morning routine had turned into an extra thirty minutes to drink coffee before work. They ran to each other in supermarkets or the park after work, each conversation longer than the last,

and then on a Saturday, Stefan got a knock on his door. When he opened it, Elena looked sheepish and slightly surprised like she didn't actually expect anyone to answer.

"Hi." He could barely get the word out.

Elena said nothing right away; he'd answered the door in pyjama pants but no shirt and found that words were difficult for her to form. Stop staring, stop staring, stop staring ---

"Hey," she said.

He waited a beat. "Would you like to come in?" 

Yes.

"Uh, subway's actually outside, this way," said Elena, pointing behind her.

Stefan cocked his head, confused. "Subway?"

"Right. So here's the thing," said Elena. "I haven't actually taken the subway yet because it's scary--"

Stefan chuckled and Elena playfully punched him on the shoulder.

"Don't laugh at me! Those platforms are way too narrow. But I really want to go to the holiday market at Union Square, sooooooo," she cleared her throat, "do you want to be my escort? Save my life in case I trip into the tracks."

Stefan grinned. "I'm... surprised you'd ask me."

"Well, I don't know anyone else in the city," said Elena. "So...."

Stefan nodded. "Ah, so I'm your choice by default."

"Of course." She giggled. "No, Stefan, I..." she bit her lip, getting serious. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you told me, you know, about your brother, about the last Christmas you celebrated?"

Stefan shook his head, lowering it. "Elena..."

"I just think you deserve better memories of this time. Not that I think that I can magically erase everything," she said quickly. Now that she thought of it, her idea didn't really make much sense. He had lived in this city much longer than she had, he wasn't a tourist, he'd probably passed the holiday market dozens of times. "I just -- I just mean that I could maybe -- well because we seem to get along, I -- I just wanted to try." She took a deep breath and gathered everything she wanted to say.

"You won't be sad on Christmas forever," she said simply. "You can't be. I don't think I could stand that."

He looked at her then. 

"Look, I'll even make it interesting," she said.

Stefan raised his eyebrows. "I'm listening."

"If I give you one amazing Christmas memory then you have to come over to my place on the day, hang out with my friends, my brother, drink eggnog, watch the classics, you know, Christmas stuff."

"Mm," said Stefan. "And if you don't?"

"Then I'll buy your coffee for the week."

Stefan smiled, nodding. "Deal," he said softly. "Let me just get ready."

He stepped into his apartment, keeping his door open so Elena could follow him inside.

"Shouldn't take long," he said, disappearing down the hallway.

Elena glanced around at the living room. She couldn't believe she was there but at the same time, it was inevitable. She wasn’t getting anything done. Sure, she had been writing but what had begun as a literary novel had turned into a romance, more accurately a piece of fanfiction of her own life. She found herself writing down scenarios between two neighbours, meet cutes and passionate love scenes, just a series of wish fulfillments that made her yearn and cost her sleep. Perhaps it would one day be a classic romcom or a cheesy holiday classic, but at the moment, she knew it wouldn't stop until she did something about it. 

She walked around the apartment, taking in the kitchen, the books on his shelves, the furniture -- she wanted to know everything about him. When he finally returned to the living room, he looked clean-cut and dapper in a wool topcoat. Elena got suddenly shy.

“Ready?”

“Mmhmm.”

            Neither one of them could have predicted how far the day would take them. It had already begun with a casual intimacy. When they took the subway at 72nd and Elena felt a wave of anxiety looking at how close the tracks seemed to be, Stefan had taken her hand, helping her along the platform and Elena felt a jolt that made her heart thud at the feel of his skin against hers. When he’d let go on the train, she resisted the urge to take his hand again even though her palm tingled with a kind of absence.

They walked the maze of garland-strewn shops at the market, talking to the vendors, sipping coffee, sharing a soft pretzel. She'd talked him into taking selfies at shops with colourful lanterns and they tried on different hats and scarves, looked at different drawings and paintings, took in the different ornaments for sale, some of which Elena bought to add to her tree. There'd been a necklace that caught Elena's eye, she stared at it --- a silver heart-shaped locket that she stroked gently before deciding it was too expensive to get,  and when she'd stood in line for some pierogi, Stefan had bought it, handing it over to her with a bit of a bashful smile.

"You didn't have to---"

He shrugged. "It looks good on you, I wanted you to have it."

Elena smiled up at him. "You haven't even seen me wear it..."

"Everything looks good on you, I can tell."

Elena surprised herself and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you and Stefan felt like everything around him stilled and greyed and he and Elena were the only things in living colour. She turned around so he could put the necklace on her and his finger brushed the nape of her neck, causing her to shiver.

"You been to The Strand?" he asked when they'd visited every corner of the market.

Elena shook her head.

"You can't be a writer in this city and not visit at least once."

"Well, now you have to show me."

They walked over to the bookstore where there was a Christmas tree of books in the display window. They could've spent the rest of the day in the stacks, perusing books, learning about each other’s tastes,

 but after an hour they decided to keep walking, ambling along fifth avenue, looking at the different holiday window displays, snow gently falling as they shared a bag of roasted nuts. Elena could feel her phone in her pocket buzzing with incessant texts, which had started when she'd posted the selfies to Instagram.

By the time they'd made it to the Rockefeller Christmas tree, the sun had set and after craning their necks to take in the lights, Elena turned to Stefan.

"So," she said. "This has been a fun day."

"Yes," he said. "I'd say so."

"But has it been perfect?" Elena raised her eyebrows. "Or has there been a perfect moment?"

Stefan looked at her.

"What?"

He shook his head. "It wasn't a fair bet."

"What do you mean?"

"You were always going to win, Elena." He shrugged. "You won before you even made the bet." 

He gazed at her, a combination of nervousness and intensity, which made Elena both lightheaded and bold. She pressed her palms to his chest and kissed him softly but not chastely and she had barely pulled away when he went in for a second kiss, the tree dazzling with lights behind them.

They'd held hands for the rest of the evening, even when they'd stopped for dinner at a nearby restaurant, they kept their fingers entwined on the table.

“You know, Kendra’s probably watching through the peephole, right?” said Elena when they made it back to their building and stopped outside of her apartment. “And so is anyone who can without opening

Stefan grinned. “Really?”

“Well, I did bag the mysterious bachelor in 3205.”

His grinned widened. “Did you?”

They kissed again, a bit more urgency in the way Elena gripped his coat, in the way Stefan circled his arm around her waist, she stood on tiptoe, moaning deeply, which invoked a moan from Stefan as well and he pulled away before he lost himself.

"Well," said Stefan hoarsely. "Goodnight."

He started to head over to his unit but Elena hadn't let go of his hand when she took her keys out to unlock her door,

and she guided him into her apartment, laughing at the audible gasps from up and down the hallway.

 When he stepped inside, they kissed again, deep and giddy.

Stefan used his foot to close the door so he could keep his hands on the sides of her face. She started unbuttoning his coat and when he shrugged it off, she quickly unravelled her scarf and took off her jacket, letting them both fall to the floor, before clutching his head, bringing him closer to her, fervently embracing.

Stefan lifted her onto him and she squealed in delight, grinning at the feel of his strong arms around her body.

He walked over to her sofa and they both collapsed onto it. Her hands explored his back, clawing at his shirt, as he kissed her neck, her throat, her chest, she nipped his earlobe, panting into his ear.

Stefan looked up briefly and then disentangled from Elena, scrambling backwards.

"Oh, thank God," said a voice, "because this was getting a little uncomfortable to watch."

Elena's eyes widened and she sat up, looking behind her, seeing a petite woman with long, curly blonde hair and blue wide-set eyes sitting on the armchair.

"Katherine," said Stefan through gritted teeth.

"Katherine, what are you---"

"Katherine? As in Katherine?"

She looked incredulously at the woman who sat, cross-legged, in her chair like Elena was the one who had walked into her home. Katherine looked at her nails and then flicked her eyes up to Elena, tilting her head to the side.

"Looks like vanilla is the flavour of the month.”

Elena jerked like she was about to walk over to her, but Stefan held her by the wrist, shaking his head slightly.

Katherine put her head in her hand and smiled. “It’s good to see you, Stefan.”

"See you're up to your old tricks," he said. "How are you in here?”

“I have my ways,” said Katherine vaguely.

“I mean,” he said forcefully. “Why aren't you in my place? Why are you in Elena’s?"

"Saw the pictures on Instagram. Very… cute," said Katherine. "Clearly she was going to invite you to her place for a stimulating night of missionary---”

Elena tried to move again but Stefan kept her in place.

           “Katherine,” said Stefan. “I’m not doing this here.”

           “Then by all means let’s go to your place.”

           Stefan sighed and turned to Elena. She saw that he intended to leave and she held onto him.

“Stefan, no.”

           “I don’t want her here with you,” he said, looking at her.

           “And I don’t want her there with you. Alone.”

           “That’s smart,” said Katherine.

           “Shut up,” said Stefan without looking “I’ll be fine. It’ll be fine, OK?” He mouthed, “It’s better to just see what she wants.”

           Elena didn’t like it but she gave a slight jerk of her head as an agreement and he kissed her on her forehead and then looked at her. “I’ll be right back.”

           Katherine smirked as she passed Elena and followed Stefan out of her apartment but huffed when Stefan didn’t hold the door to his unit open for her, letting it slam in her face.

           “Rude.” She opened the door and walked over to the kitchen. “You have any Perignon? You know I how love champagne and you can afford that now.”

           “Don’t go through my kitchen,” said Stefan, leaning against his door, glaring at her with a mixture of exhaustion and hatred.

He kept the distance.

There could be a dizzying affect to Katherine, to the revulsion she inspired in him, a vortex that twisted him into doing things he didn’t want to.

           “You know how I feel about rules, Stefan,” said Katherine, taking a bottle out of the cooler.

           “Mm.” He sighed. "So, how's Damon doing?"

Katherine raised her eyebrows. "How would I know?"

"Isn't that where you've been all this time."

"I haven't seen him for as long as you have," she said, pouring herself a glass. "I told you back then that it was over between us, it was you who decided not to believe me."

"Why should I have when you lied about everything else?" said Stefan, his voice getting louder.

"I never lied about loving you."

"No, just that you were also fucking my brother."

"I got greedy." Katherine shrugged, taking a sip. "We all have flaws."

Stefan laughed humorlessly.  "OK well, whatever game this is, keep Elena out of it."

Katherine put her glass down and walked back into the living room. "So protective over a girl you just met?"

"She means a lot to me," said Stefan firmly. “I mean it. Don’t go near her again.”

Katherine exhaled and shook her head. "I don't like feeling jealous, Stefan."

"I could give a damn about how you feel, Katherine. And you don't get to feel anything about me. Why are you even here anyway? After all this time..."

"‘All this time’?" Katherine repeated. She laughed. "Don't be so naive. I've always been here. Keeping an eye on you.”

Stefan blinked.

“You look so surprised! Of course, I’ve been checking in on you over the years, but you asked for space and I gave it to you, I was being considerate, respecting your boundaries.”

Stefan rubbed his head. “I can’t deal with your level of crazy right now. You don’t get to just show up and fuck up my life.”  

           Katherine grinned and sidled up to him, tapping her fingers on his chest, making his jaw clench.

He hated her. He did. But he hated her even more for the heat that tinged his loathing, for the way his body reacted to her presence.

“If I remember correctly, Stefan, you love a little bit of crazy.”

           He moved her hand. “Stop.”

           She looked at him knowingly. “Hmm.” She laughed. "So, the princess---”

           “Elena,” said Stefan sharply.

“Does she know about us?"

"She knows," said Stefan.

"No, she knows how it ended. Does she know the beginning?" She whispered in his ear, "Does she know the middle?"

Stefan closed his eyes as the memories surfaced, panting and sighing

and writhing bodies…

“I know you feel it,” she continued.

… pleasure that melded with a hatred, screaming and yelling and broken bottles, shattered ornaments.

He shook his head. “Leave. Get the fuck out.”  He started to move away from her but she pulled him back to her, turning his face to hers.

 Elena was pacing in her apartment, her phone propped up on the coffee table.

"Wait a minute, she was in your apartment. Like inside your apartment?" said Bonnie. 

"Yeah! Like some fucking stalker! Stefan said that she used to follow him wherever he went, I didn't realize the extent."

"You need to call the cops," said Bonnie.

"No, no, that can wait," said Caroline.

Bonnie shot Caroline a look. "Caroline!"

"Um, hello? Crazy hot ex-girlfriend in the apartment of the guy she's vibing on?" said Caroline, pointing toward her phone. She turned to face the camera. "That takes precedence. You need to mark your territory."

"I'm not a dog, Caroline."

"But you need to out-bitch her."

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

Elena stopped pacing, rubbing her forehead. "I do kind of want to go over there, Bon."  

"Elena," said Bonnie. "Be sensible!"

"I just don't like it, Bonnie. Them shacked up together?"

Elena paused and in that brief moment the image of them together flashed before her eyes and she clenched her hands. 

"We don't know how she's going to react! Didn't you say she played him and his brother off of each other and it destroyed their relationship? She broke into her house!”      

"Yeah! She's doing all this just to get him back and I don’t know … I just … I can’t let it go.”

           Elena hung up the phone, storming out of her apartment and wrenching the door open to Stefan’s only to find him and Katherine pressed up against the wall and --- 

 Elena bolted upright and hit her head square on the bunk above her.

“Shit!”

She pressed her hand to her forehead as she oriented herself in reality. What was her reality? Right. The on-call room.

Her breathing was haggard and she had to calm herself down, let the jealousy and anger from her dream melt away only for the torturous reality to set in --- Stefan couldn’t kiss Katherine, couldn’t sleep with her, couldn’t do anything because he was gone, he’d been gone for a while. Elena felt herself begin to cry and then took a breath – she was at work, she had to keep it together, she could be paged any second.

But…

She couldn’t let it go. The dream felt real, too real for it to simply be dream, it had the same tactile realism that the visions had. It felt supernatural. Quickly, she took her phone out of her pocket and made a call.  

"Bonnie, it's me," said Elena, holding her head. "I guess you’re still on the plane back home but … I had a weird dream. A vivid dream about ... Stefan. It seemed, like, I don't know, a warning ... a, I don't know, it just feels like something's going on. Call me back when you can, OK?" Elena hung up, pensive.

Bonnie picked up her suitcase from the luggage carousel and made her way out of the airport. She had to remember to ask Caroline if she had a charger she could use for her phone, it’d died midway through the flight. For the first time, coming home felt nerve-wracking. She came bearing news, bearing gifts, well the potential of both, and she didn’t want to get everyone’s hopes up if it turned out to simply stay at being potential.

When she walked outside to the dropoff, she spotted Caroline immediately, leaning against her SUV, her hands pulling her cardigan over her shirt.

“Hey!” said Bonnie jogging up to her.

“An eighteen hour flight and you still look this good? Ugh, you disgust me.”

Bonnie grinned as she and Caroline hugged. “Let me put your luggage in the car.” “Thanks.” Bonnie rolled over a small suitcase and handed it over to Caroline who didn’t move. “Oh, is that it?” said Caroline. “Yeah.” Caroline nodded. “OK.” She popped the trunk and put the suitcase inside. “Say it,” said Bonnie. “Nothing.” Caroline opened the car door and got into the driver’s seat while Bonnie got into the passenger’s side. Caroline started to drive, pressing her lips together and Bonnie laughed. “Say it,” she said again.

“Nothing!” She shot her a look. “Caroline.” “Really, nothing, you just, you know, you packed light,” she said. “I always pack light.”

“It’s Christmas,” said Caroline. “Did you get any shopping done?"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "Afraid I didn’t get you a gift?”

“No,” said Caroline, playfully hitting Bonnie on the arm. “It’s just if you still need to do your holiday shopping you’re cutting it close.” “Oh, let me guess, you finished your Christmas shopping two weeks ago.” Caroline snorted. “Try a month.” Bonnie laughed. “Overachiever.” “It’s in my nature,” said Caroline. “I’m just saying it’s going to be hard to find good presents for everyone."

Bonnie shrugged and sighed breezily. "I’m not worried, I have the perfect Christmas gift.” Caroline smiled. “Are you going to make it snow again?” “Better.” “What, you’re going to conjure our very own Saint Nick?” said Bonnie looked at her, grinning, until Caroline looked back. “Better,” she said.

Caroline furrowed her eyebrows and bit the inside of her lip. She kept glancing at Bonnie who giggled.   “The suspense is killing you, isn’t it?”

“Literally killing me!” Caroline exclaimed. “No one talks about how cruel you are Bonnie Bennett. I am actually dying.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” said Bonnie. “So,” she cleared her throat. “I won’t wait until Christmas, I’ll give the present today.” “What, right now?” “No, not right now,” said Bonnie a little more seriously. “It’ll have to be at night.” “Mysterious,” said Caroline.

“Not for long.”

Four Options:

1. I can continue the Katherine/Elena/Stefan AU but that would mean the ending would change because Katherine and Stefan only kiss so Elena can wake up

2. I can continue the ff as it is now

3. I can write a toxic Stefan/Katherine relationship that would be like season 5 and then have Elena lose her mind over it.

4. I can do the same thing but instead of Stefan/Katherine, it's Stefan/Rebekah.

#stelena #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #the vampire diaries #dobsley #paul wesley #nina dobrev #stefan x elena #elena x stefan #stelena fanfiction

[andvys]

NO BECAUSE I CAN'T STAY THE FUCKING CALM- IT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO RELAX AFTER THAT CHAPTER?!? 🫨🫨🫨

"You're still jealous?"

"Shut up"

CHRIST ALMIGHTY?!? HELLO?!? EXCUSE ME?!? AS A CERTIFIED EDDIE MUNSON GIRLIE- THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL ABSOLUTELY CRAZY- I FUCKING GASPED WHEN IT FINALLY HAPPEN BECAUSE GODDAMN I REALLY THOUGHT ACTUALLY THEY WOULD END UP IN BAD TERMS BUT THANK GOD FOR MY BOY EDDIE!!!!! HE FIGHT FOR READER AND LITERALLY FIGHT FOR HIS FEELINGS AND MY GOD- THEY BOTH TAKEN THE LEAP AND IM SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT IT DID AND ALSO?!? THE WAY YOU WRITE EDDIE ON THE PHENOMENAL SMUT THAT YOU JUST DID?!? MAKES ME EVEN MORE SO EMOTIONAL BECAUSE MEN LIKE EDDIE MUNSON ONLY FUCKING EXISTS IN THE FICTIONAL WORLD- NOT ON REAL LIFE 😩😩🫠🫠😭😭

YOU'RE THE BEST EDDIE MUNSON FANFIC WRITER OUT THERE- MY GOD- I'M STRESSING OUT SO BAD I CAN'T STAND IT I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER- EVER SINCE EDDIE CAME INTO MY FUCKING LIFE- HE YEETED MY ATTENTION TOWARDS STEVE LIKE HE OUTDID AND OUTSHINED HIS RIDICULOUSLY ADORABLE METALHEAD PERSONALITY ON ME?!? (I still like Steve tho- hell- I love Joe Keery) BUT EDDIE?!? I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS WITH HIM?!? 2024 STILL GOING ON STRONG- DEFENDING IN MANY WAYS AS POSSIBLE- I SWEAR‼️‼️‼️‼️

ANDY?!? PLEASE LISTEN- YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT BECAUSE WOW- I NEED YOU TO CONTINUE TO WRITE MORE BECAUSE IF YOU STOP- MY LIFE WILL END LIKE FOR REAL- DON'T EVER STOP WRITING- I ALWAYS CHECK YOUR PROFILE FOR MORE STORIES AND IM HERE SINCE "LOVE WILL TEAR US APART AGAIN" AHHHHHHHHHHH STILL ONE OF MY FAVE SERIES OF YOURS- I AM INCONSOLABLE!!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING omg please take good care of yourself 😭😭💖💖🙏🏻🙏🏻💯💯✨✨

ARE THE LADIES OKAY?!? THE EDDIE MUNSON DOMINATION HAS ALREADY BEGUN 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

HELLOO???? IM GONNA START CRYING RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE SO SWEET AND NICE TO ME 😭

THE BEST EDDIE MUNSON FIC WRITER????? STOPPP (there's definitely so many good Eddie fic writers, I love them all) THANK YOU 🥹🩷

I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING, I WILL CONTINUE WRITING EDDIE FICS EVEN WHEN I TURN INTO A GHOST, I WILL GIVE YOU FICS FROM THE AFTERLIFE

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WRITING, MY STORIES, THIS FIC AND THIS SMUTTY CHAPTER 🫶🏻

thank you for reading, for leaving this sweet and funny comment, I appreciate that sooooooo much!!

#andy’s asks #THE PIC THO LMAOOO

[shares-a-vest]

for the ask game: 3, 8, & 9 🥰

Wynn!!! 💖

Link to Steddie Ask game

3. Favorite three Steddie fanfics?

Oh boy, do I have brainrot over this question. Too. Much. Fanfiction. Also, I'm sooooo bad at keeping up with fics that are in progress or committing to anything over like 15K words (my brain won't focus).

Date me instead by Zhuletta: It combines faking-dating with too-dumb-to-realise-they-are-dating. I was in such a chokehold waiting for each new chapter and I was actively unwell waiting for the final chapter.

alone again, or by 96tears: Steve and Eddie still live in Hawkins a few years later and spend all their time together. Reads like an indie movie. Sooooooo well written.

You've Begun To Feel Like Home by nobetterlove: 5 (+1) of Steve and Eddie getting fake married then for real. I shouted on here about it when I read it. Weddings just get me, man. (This also contradicts my thoughts about Question 9 but idk lmao)

8. Favorite Steddie Headcanon you’ve read or written?

I answered this on my first ask:

How do I narrow this down??? I am obsessed with anything/everything that explores their physical trauma (this is absolutely personal stuff factoring in with this one for me). This is something I wrote about Steve's neck scars. The show doesn't explore it and probably won't so we have to do it. HoH Steve is canon to me at this point (which people write so well).

I'll also add my current love of Steddie as parents to a daughter. I wrote a little thing the other day about it that I'm expanding into a fic (who knows if I'll finish it lol).

9. Do you imagine they would have been childhood friends?

Honestly, no. I think Steve's parents (yes all aboard the Harrington parents hate train) really curated who he hung out with as a kid which eventually morphed into the high school King Steve era. I think of Eddie as a loner as a kid. Maybe having a friend or two in other kids that were outcasts so they hung out perhaps more out of circumstance.

Like Steve, I think Eddie's parents had an effect on his social life as a kid - but more so other people passing judgement on the Munsons (Eddie parents). But he starts to make actual friends when he begins living with Wayne because Wayne actually takes him to age-appropriate gatherings/activities and explains to the other parents their circumstances plainly and that cuts through the judgement a bit.

#lily answers #steddie ask game #steve harrington #eddie munson #lilys fic recs

[toastedbuckwheat]

hello buckwheat hopping into your asks to tell you how much i love your inktober art . i love your traditional coloring (the blue shadows, the lighting, the insane backgrounds) and the concepts (the birth of mairon art: i mf gasped) and the anatomy is sooooooo good ...... you are a huge inspo . also can i ask u what materials u use bcs i love the look and texture of the pieces 🤲

hope you are having a great day and thank u for sharing ur art with us 🫶

Hiiiiiiii aaaaa thank you so much 😭😭😭😭 it means a lot because as much as my background is in traditional art, I would rarely create full illustrations this way and tbh I didn't know how to make them look effective. this inktober is me forcing myself to really practise and create finished pieces in their own right within my sketchbook and like. Stop running away from anatomy and perspective lmao. I'm glad to know that ppl enjoy the results!!

I should take some photos of my materials, but essentially the whole turquoise theme begun almost by accident as i decided to finally use That Sample of a Sennelier Ink Brush Pen I've Had For Ages And Never Used Because It Was Green-ish. And it turned out to be the perfect shade for uhm.. constructing a piece in layers of plain colours as if i was doing screen printing or woodblock (I'm not sure if any of my rambling makes sense xhxhxh).

So for the turquoise palette pieces it's a processed of outlining the sketch + filling in all the dark areas with The Brush Pen, the rest being coloured in with alcohol based markers (red going on top of turquoise gives a nice shadow),,, i used gouache/white ink in some pieces for touch ups & Fuckup Coverage,, black lines go last where I think I need them.

I hope this makes any sense and can be helpful in any way, the whole thing is a bit of a string of happy accidents i feel i have zero control over gjcuffufufuf

#thank you so much #nailsinmywall

[miroyuuu]

Sorry work sucks right now for you. Sooooooo, what have your ratties been up to? :)

👀 lately two of my ratties that were a bit reserved in the past have suddenly realized that actually LOVE cuddles and have become such sweethearts! They used to shy away from touch but now they love getting pet and scritches 🥺 minnows even begun boggling from pets, which he's never done before ❤️🐀

Last night we made burritos and ate them with the ratties, they'd crawl into our lap and tug little bits of tortilla off our burritos hehe

#thanks! my shift ends soon luckily

[baylardo]

I heckingn love that Basics is essentially right after Resolutions ESPECIALLY FOR AU PURPOSES EHEHEGGHGG,,,,,,,

It’s funny to think about how they’re essentially in the same circumstance they were in on New Earth where they’re stranded on a planet hahahaghh. A little bit worse off now but I bet Kathryn and chakotay are like K WE KNOW THE DRILL very mom and dad camping trip survival mode with their crew hehe. Also VERY cute to consider that chakotay never had to make a fire on New Earth cause it’s in Basics where he’s like IM THE WORST 😭 at making fires haha.

I also always forget that there’s a scene where chakotay offers to carry lil baby Naomi for Samantha while they’re down on the planet and my brain ALWAYS ENVISIONS whenever I watch this ep that on top of doing this he’s probably got the triplets all in slings on him that he’s carrying as well heeheeeee. AND AND,,,, there’s a hecking series of scenes where naomi has begun showing symptoms of illness and hehehehegeh it makes me wonder if on New Earth that’d have been something Kathryn and chakotay would have had to deal with, likely with Edward. :333 but their response to it was very DOTEY and cute.

IVE SAID IT BEFORE but SOOOOOOO fitting for threshold au that chakotay is conflicted about fathering a son conceived without his consent and that his father consoles him over this and reminds him of a legend where the women got R WORDED and had a bunch of babies who were accepted among the people despite the means in which they were conceived which is VERY THRESHOLD CORE AHAGRGAGAG. And I bet ESPECIALLY after Resolutions if that’s where Kathryn calls him Papa in front of the kids for the first time, I’m sure that now that they’re back to their lives off of New Earth, he’s uncertain of his place once more. But to Kolopak he’s probably project these insecurities in referring to Seska’s child, which he’s probably concerned about as well. But I like to think Kolopak’s a LITTLE more omnipotent/aware of chakotays circumstance and knows where his son needs to find peace and acceptance of his position as a father hehe.

#resolutions through basics is suiuuchchcchch an endearing little segment of time for threshold au for me #I think it’s a very pivotal point for both Kathryn AND chakotay and their roles as parents :) #it’s very cute to think that New Earth was like practice mode for Kathryn especially HAH #she seems so much more patient (annoyed but patient!) about being stuck planetside #and she’s taking care of so many more people now heeheeeeee #threshold au

[burning-fcols]

Don't mind val he's just feeling the sheep up as he feeds him some bon bons. "That taste good baby? Anything you got a craving for daddy can provide." for collin - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟᴜᴠᴀxʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Happily perched on Valentino’s lap, Collin hums as another treat is placed into his eager maw. Giddy at the sensation of rich chocolate melting over his tongue, releasing a rewarding burst of sweet alcohol hidden within ( further relaxing him ), he wriggles in delight. Fluffy tail wags, softly bumping against the diligent hands affectionately groping him. Drowning in pleasant sensations— touch and taste and even ears delighted by the sound of Valentino’s praise —Collin can barely muster up the ability to talk, his first attempt cut off by a pleased bleat.

Fidgeting with Val’s fluff, the sheep’s touch is more innocent yet no less reverent than the hands caressing his curves. Shivering in delight at a shameless squeeze, he emits a trembling moan meant to encourage his Master. Loving how soft he is under Valentino's hungry hands, the treats he's been showered with providing even more cherub for the moth to fondle, he snatches up another offered bon bon. Tongue flicks out to playfully lick Val's finger after he's taken the chocolate.

❝ It's sooooooo yummy, Daddy! ❞ He says through a mouthful, remarkably not mortified by his lack of manners. Bumping his muzzle into the palm of Val's hand, he nuzzles it with a happy bleat. ❝ Almost as sweet as you~ ❞ Comfortable around the moth, Collin's sappier side has begun ashamedly leaking out. Treating Valentino as a lovestruck fool might, big eyes gaze up at the moth with undisguised fondness. Cheeks flush at the intrusive thought that the bon bons, incredible as they may be, aren't nearly as tasty as Valentino either... but he keeps that to himself.

Eyes twinkling with excitement, he asked in a hushed tone as if sharing a secret between the two of them, ❝ You know... I'm not even all that hungry anymore. I'm just eating now because I like when you feed me. Does that— ❞ Gaze flits from side to side, like someone might be listening in on their private conversation despite it only being the two of them in Valentino's room, ❝ Does that mean I'm being gluttonous? Am I partaking in sin right now? ❞

What used to bring the sheep to the precipice of tears at the mere thought, now sends a buzz of adrenaline down Collin's spine. Valentino having opened his senses to the euphoria of Sins, chest swells with pride at potentially succumbing to one on his own. Hoping that Val will be pleased at him shamelessly indulging his desires... even if those desires were as simple as some chocolate. 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ¦ 「 Collin IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴇᴀʜ; ᴜᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ— ʏᴇᴀʜ... ɴᴏ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Collin 」 #helluvaxhazbin #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Valentino 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Collin and Valentino 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[paintwithtears]

im so grateful to know you.

I apologize because today’s post was written for someone else who is not you [A]. because this morning I cried for you—it’s really morning where the day has just begun, nothing special in this day because all day long, you are around me. (your booth class next to mine). you also don’t do much that really amazes me. I feel bad, sorry.

and here I am. tell about your friend who surprised me so much today.

yup. Yafa Izyan.

I guess I’m not the only one who never thought he could play such a cool instrument, like…. WOW A PIANO???? really surprising me loh, Yaf. and I never thought that you would played “surat cinta untuk starla” by virgoun.

when you started playing the intro, I could already guess the song you were playing. and not long after that, i started to cry. don’t ask the reason why I’m crying, BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW TOO???????? maybe because I remember something. or because this song is also a song that is quite memorable for me. there is a sacred story behind this song, so when you play it makes me suddenly cry.

but the funny thing is, before you get into the chorus I’m already crying. my tears are heavy. beat my tears this morning.

you look so fucking good on there. (ok. no compare. you are sooooo gorgeous today). I can’t dodge. on the one hand I know I’m crying because you play the piano up there. and you... huh I don’t know how to compliment you anymore? you look so real, yet so unreal.

I’m grateful because it’s you. you were there.

Yafa Izyan. not anyone else.

I can’t just thank God enough.

I’m also happy when golden hour is played. you sing at backstage, with great depth. which is golden hour is my favorite song too. I’m glad if you like the same song. but on several occasions, you and I do have the same tastes in choosing songs juga sih.

today I got another side of you. cool. I’m happy. I’m sooooooo happy because it’s about you!! 1-0 between you and Andrew hahahaha!!

nice to see you today, Yaf. since i can’t tell you how amazing you are, so i write my compliments here. you really really amazed me with your performance. you’re the best, lil boyy!!