#still working on how to do pacing and layout

[moon-rivr]

hear me out, we already know Miguel is probably touch-starved, but imagine him being really touch-starved. Maybe the reader is a baker or smth so she's naturally sweet (wink wink nudge nudge) and maybe just a little chubby. Miguel is always shy about asking readers for small things, like kisses and hugs, but she's really nice about it.

One day, Miguel has had a bad day and goes over to the reader's house for cuddles and is very grumpy about it, which makes reader kinda surprised and flustered to see how demanding he is about it. But as he's cuddling with her, he is very touchy per se and won't stop kneading parts of reader's thighs and shmoobis, which makes her really flustered but she doesn't want to ruin Miguel's moment

this could be smutty but fluff and the end because Miguel deserves a little sweetness in his life

sweetest bite

pairing: miguel o’hara x chubby fem reader

contents: thigh fucking, nipple play, mating press, miguel being a munch (as per usual), oral (m), improper use of frosting, aftercare(ish)

author’s note: i’m so behind on requests i’m so sorry, i promise i’ll get to work on them 😭 i hope you still enjoy this though. trying sum new with the whole layout so lmk your thots 🥸

word count: 6.8k (yeah idk how to explain this one chief)

You were the sweetest thing miguel allowed himself to indulge in. Well, you and your pastries. He'd gotten so used to sacrificing his happiness for the better of the multiverse, of sacrificing everything that he had to give just to make sure that it stayed intact. But, he couldn't stay away from the little baker that set shop on 11th street in Nueva York.

"You should go and visit this little shop I found a couple days ago. The empanadas are to die for," Jess had told him after the last batch at the HQ hadn't been up to par with his standards. He wasn't expecting much out of his visit, the most he was hoping for was decent replacement for the botched empanadas and a cup of coffee. After all, Jess had never strayed him in the wrong direction in terms of food.

The scent of cinnamon and a pinch of vanilla filled up his nostrils as he walked into the shop, the aroma providing a homely feeling. It didn't compare to the other shops scattered around the city, the ones who smelt like stale bread and probably had rats scattering around in this back. Every single space from the shop looked clean, the white floors beneath his feet almost showing his reflection.

No, this was one was nice. From the peonies that you had on a vase at the front desk to the sheer decoration of the walls, a couple paintings scattered across the pink and white walls. Nothing looked out of place, everything seemed to coordinate perfectly. The lofi music playing in the background only added to the atmosphere, putting him in a more relaxed mood than he originally was. His jaw unclenched and his muscles were slack, a sense of calmness rushing through him.

The people inside also seemed to have a silent understanding that the atmosphere was supposed to be relaxing, conversations exchanged in light whispers. It was a nice change of pace from the usual bustling streets of Nueva York, almost like a place where time seemed to stop completely. A place that was an escape from the city, a safe haven of sorts. It provided him with a sense of normalcy he wasn't even aware that he wanted.

He normally didn't spend time appreciating the aesthetic of a place given how busy his schedule was, but he could see the appeal of this little shop. He almost regretted not finding this shop earlier, it provided with more relaxation than he'd ever find at the empty tables of the HQ cafeteria. There was nobody here that knew him, nobody there to avoid his presence or criticize his actions. Everyone just regarded him like he was one of their own, continuing on with their conversations.

What Jess had failed to mention to him before he came here is that the owner would be so enthralling. You weren't doing much apart from tapping something into the register yet you still managed to capture his attention. He wanted to look away to avoid coming off as a creep but his eyes seemed to defy his brain's instructions, keeping his attention solely for you. The chatter in the background died to a low hum as he watched you hand a paper bag to the man in front of you.

"How's your wife and kids?" He couldn't help but be taken aback when the question slipped from your lips, surprised at the gesture. Most of the people in Nueva York were so consumed in their own lives that they didn't bother to remember much about anybody else, much less ask any questions that didn't serve them an individual gain. Even with his enhanced hearing, all he could focus was on what you were saying like a siren luring him in.

He could tell from the little smile on your face that the man was engaging in the conversation, your hands struggling to keep up as you talked with him. He'd overheard you mention something about packing in a few extra cookies for the kids, his heart swelling at a gesture that wasn't even meant for him. You and the man kept talking for about another minute before he told you goodbye and you waved at him as he departed the shop. Miguel was next in line, but he felt his feet stuck to the ground like quicksand.

He was so enticed by the sight of you, the way your eyes illuminated under the white lights. Lighting that would normally make someone appear sickly only seemed to accentuate your features out to him even more. "Next, please," your voice came out like sheer honey to his ears, snapping him out of the trance he was in. He took two steps forward, coming up to the register. He'd spent so much of time simply just looking at you that he hadn't even bothered to look over the menu. You didn't annoyed at him for holding up the line, your finger tapping against the marble countertop as you waited for his decision.

"I'll get two of your conchas and three of your empanadas with a hot roast coffee," he finally spoke up after a while, looking over from the menu to you. "You want the empanadas made out of flour or corn?" You inquired after typing the order into the register. "I’ll get corn, please," he pulled out his wallet as he spoke, handing you much more than the amount showing up on the screen. You tried to give him back the change, but it only ended up in the pink tip jar you had set next to the register.

"Can I get a name for your order, please?" You asked him before he had the chance to walk away, his footsteps coming to a stop before he turned over to face you. "Miguel," he responded before he finally stepped away, leaving you feeling flustered and confused. The way his voice sounded to your ears was something out of pure sin, a part of you wanting to indulge in that as much as possible. But you refused to make a big deal out of the mildly handsome customer, refused to make a big deal out of the fleeting glances he shot your way and the way he also seemed to feel a spark between the two of you when your hands touched.

You could feel his stare as you kneaded the dough, but you didn't seem to mind it all that much. It seemed more like he was analyzing you, the way that you moved rather than something predatory. You had a small radio set up in the back to liven up the mood while you were baking, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the salsa song playing. You hummed along to the beat, setting the pan in the oven. You leaned against the counter as you waited, all the other goods pretty much set for another couple hours.

"Miguel!" You called out, watching as he got off the spot he was leaning on and walked over to you. He thanked you once you handed him the paper bag, his fingertips almost seeming to purposely want to touch yours this time around. Nope. Not gonna make a big deal out it. You forced yourself to look away from him as he stepped away from the counter, plastering a smile on your face as you greeted the next customer coming in. Greta. You'd taken the time to learn these people's names and learn what it is that they tended to get just to give them a sense of being seen.

The first bite of the concha had been delectable, a low moan escaping from his lips as he savored the taste of the warm cinnamon and vanilla blending together. He hadn't had a concha like this one since he took a business trip to Mexico. While Nueva York was quickly adjusting to fit the needs of the diversifying population, it didn't mean that every restaurant provided that taste of home he was longing for. Most of them just felt like a cheap replacement of the real thing, the taste usually bland and lacking seasoning.

But now he had an entirely different dilemma on his hands. a part of him wanted to eat the concha slowly, savor every bite of the treat while the other part of him wanted to scarf it down as quickly as he could. Eventually he lost the battle against his self control, eating the two conchas and one of the empanadas. Every part of this evening had surpassed his expectations, the empanadas being more than 'decent.' He would normally be more careful in the way that he ate, but now, crumbs were making their way down his black shirt and to his pants. Yet, he could seem to care less.

"How'd you like the treats? I haven't seen you around before so I'm assuming it's your first time," You asked him as he stepped up to the register, your head tilting back slightly to look at the man in the eyes. The afternoon sunlight coming from the door accentuated his eyes, almost making them look like a melting pot of rubies. While your shop was met with various different people everyday at almost every hour, you knew that you couldn't forget him even if you tried. His name still rang like a melody throughout your head.

"Liked them so much i'm planning on buying another concha," he told you, sliding one hand into the pocket of his pants to take his wallet out. "I'm glad you liked them so much. That'll be two dollars," you told him, taking the money from him and setting it in the cash register. You waved at him as he left, convincing yourself that the look back he gave after stepping out of the shop hadn't been for you. Even if you really wished that it would've been. All you could do was just hope that he would come back again soon.

Going back to work had proven to be more of a struggle than he originally thought, His mind replaying the small moments between the two of you. Your hand grazing against his as you handed him the cup of coffee. The smile that seemed to be just a little bit wider when directed towards him. He could still feel his hand tingling from the spot where you'd touched him, your touch electrifying him every way possible.

"For fuck's sake," he muttered to himself as he opened up one of the files on the monitors, the words blurring together despite his best efforts to maintain his focus. He felt like a fool, being in his 30s and obsessing over somebody in this manner like he was a school boy. Despite the fact that he felt like a fool, he couldn't help the smile that threatened to overcome his features at just the mere thought of seeing you again in that little pink apron. All he could do was munch on the extra concha that he'd bought, his mind constantly wandering back to you.

Miguel hadn't attempted to be in a relationship after finding his ex and his father sleeping together, the experience being enough to traumatize him for this lifetime and the next. He'd given up on being a romantic, of going through the motions of learning what a woman's favorite color was and gifting her flowers that ended up wilting by the hour. He'd engaged in a few hookups from time to time, though he only ended up feeling like an asshole afterwards. They expected his call back, only to have their text not even go through. But.. he wasn't interested in you for that.

Sure, he could admit it to himself that you were probably one of the most beautiful women he's laid eyes on. The way your hips moved in the shop was hypnotic, the small movement making all sorts of domestic thoughts run through his head. But he wanted to know what it was that made you tick, what made you laugh, what it is that made you cry. He didn't see you as a prize to gain, but rather as something that he wanted to treasure. Someone that he could see himself coming home to after a long day of work.

The week following his first visit, he'd been buried under mountains of work. Whether it be misplaced files, a sudden surge of anomalies popping up, or just the daily Spider-Man activities that he was tasked with. He'd been looking for a spare opportunity to go back into your shop, maybe ask for your number this time around, but that opportunity usually got shot down with the amount of work he had due. He'd only managed to get a couple glimpses of you when he happened to swing by your store a couple times, his memory saving the moment like an sd card.

He'd managed to get a few moments to himself on a Friday, leaving immediately to go to your bakery before he got stopped by one of the members. He'd barely had one interaction with you and he was already starting to feel depraved having to go a couple days without talking to you. The bell placed on top of the door announced his arrival as he came in, your attention shifting from the counter you were restocking over to the door. You looked as beautiful as every time he's had the pleasure of seeing you.

"Thought you might've found another bakery to go to, Miguel. After you complimented my conchas too," you spoke first, giving him a teasing smile as he approached the counter. "There's no other bakery that would be able to size up to this one. I just got busy with work is all," he knew that you were just teasing him, but he still wanted to explain himself to you. Though he wasn't sure if you'd even thought about him that much. but surely you had, since you noted his absence. He was struggling the same as you were not to let these little gestures go to his head.

"Do you want what you got last time?" You asked him, his heartbeat thundering against his own ears. It was like you were trying to kill him now. He could understand why so many people came to your bakery now, for that feeling of being seen by you. Of getting that sense of meaning something to someone, well at least enough for you to remember their order. "Make it three conchas instead of two this time, please," he responded, once again giving you way much more than the amount had totaled out to be before going to wait for his order.

All he knew was that he had to have more than the complimentary conversation with you, but he couldn't figure out how to approach it. "The shop isn't too busy, what would you say to having a cup of coffee with me?" He mustered up the courage to ask you, his gaze almost burning into your soul as he waited for an answer. He hoped that he wouldn't push you away with this sudden offer, hoping that it hadn't been too forward on his part. He'd meant for it as a friendly outing for you to relax a while, but he wouldn't be able to deny the fact that he was already thinking of how to ask you on a date.

You looked around the shop to find that it was indeed empty, only a couple people talking amongst themselves left. Even if someone walked in, you had another employee that would be able to assist them. "Sure, let me just go hang up my apron and I’ll go join you," you finally spoke up after taking a couple seconds to consider, turning around to mask the excitement threatening to overcome your body. You slid off your apron and set it to the side, getting yourself a cup of coffee before walking over to the booth Miguel was sitting at. It almost felt ridiculous to admit to yourself that you were able to now find him in every room that he stepped in with ease.

"How long have you been a baker for?" He asked you after taking a bite of his concha, wiping away the crumbs that lingered onto his white shirt. "I've been baking for some time now, since I was in like middle school? I used to practice with an easy bake oven when I was younger before evolving into actually edible things," you shared with him, your eyes practically lighting up at the prospect of getting to talk about something that meant a lot to you. Conversation flowed easily enough between the two of you, an exchange of questions being asked from both sides.

You looked up over to the door when you heard the bell ringing, the second wave of customers walking in. As much as you would've liked to continue talking with him, you knew that your one employee wouldn't be able to handle the rush by themselves. "It was lovely talking to you. but I have to get going back to work," you stood up from the table as you spoke, grabbing the empty cup of coffee. Before you got the chance to walk away though, Miguel wrapped his arm around your wrist. Not tight enough for it to hurt, but certainty enough for it to make you stop in your tracks.

"I want to go on a date with you. I'd really like to keep talking with you, if that's something you wanted," he told you, his grip around your wrist loosening before eventually letting go. You grabbed a napkin from the corner of the table and a pen from your pocket, hastily scribbling out your number on it. "Just text me and we can work something out. I want to keep talking to you too," you responded before you went back to work, though your mind wasn't too much on the baked goods as much as it was on Miguel for the rest of the evening.

Your first date with Miguel was something that you'd never forget, the way he looked over at you every time you had something to share about yourself or the way that he let some of his walls down to let you pass through. But the way that his lips felt against yours was the most memorable part of the evening, your apartment lights just illuminating enough for you to make out the shape of his face. Every date following that one was a moment of absolute bliss, time seeming to stop whenever you two were together.

You were at the dining table when he came back from work, your brows furrowed in concentration as you mixed the bowl in your hands. The sweet aroma of vanilla reminded him that he was home again. The light at the end of a tunnel. it almost got him out of the mood that he was in. Almost. The exhaustion and annoyance from the day managed to maintain their claws on him, his footsteps trudging up the stairs as he went to change. He deactivated his suit, pulling a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tee over himself before going back downstairs.

You'd heard the door open but you were surprised to find that Miguel didn't bother to greet you the same way he used to. 'Cariño, ya llegue,' he'd say after a long day at work, (honey i’m home) Usually taking a seat across from you at the dining table just to hear you talk about your day. You figured that he just needed some space, that he'd come to you if he wanted that sense of intimacy from you again. You busied yourself with mixing in the dry ingredients along with the wet ones, almost ready to put the batter in the oven.

"Missed you so bad, hermosura," you heard from behind you, large arms wrapping around your stomach while his head rested on your shoulder. You were about to tell him that the sentiment was mutual when you felt his hands making their way up to your breasts, kneading them in his hands. He let out a contented sigh as he felt your body mold underneath his hands, having you turn into putty at just the smallest touch. He'd never been this touchy with you before, well he'd never been the one to start off this type of contact.

As much as he liked the feeling of your lips molding against his, the feeling of having your body pressed against him with every hug that he gave you, he never asked for it. He was just.. too shy to even try to start it off. He figured that it would come off as something weird, that his inexperience towards having intimate moments would be shed into the light. He knew that you wouldn't make fun of him for that, but a part of him couldn't help but be wary. He usually just tended to wait until you came up to him, wrapping your arms around him as you sought out for the comfort that only he could provide.

You felt your body being ignited into flames from the way he was touching, your body a manual that he had read thousands of times before. He knew everything that would turn your little head off to anything other than him. You didn't want to stop him now that he was feeling comfortable enough to initiate contact with you, but you'd almost mixed in a spoonful of salt rather than sugar. You willed yourself to finish up with the batter, your hands shaking as you brought the electric mixer down to the bowl.

"Miguel, lemme focus on finishing up with this batch and we can do whatever you want after that," you tried to negotiate with him, the plea landing on deaf ears as his hands travelled down to the expanse of your ass. Your back was arching instinctively, reacting solely to his commands. Sometimes it felt like he had more control of your body than you ever did, every little thing that he did serving a purpose to arouse you even further. He squeezed gently, his hands coming up to rest on your hips as he nestled his head into the crook of your shoulder.

"Don't let me interrupt you. Sigue con tus pastelitos e ignora mis caricias," his voice dropped about an octave as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to your ear. (keep at it with your cupcakes and ignore my caresses) Surely he must've known that what he was telling you to do was pointless. He knew the effect that he had on your body, knows the effect that he's having on you at this moment. You let out a small sigh of relief once the batter had finished mixing in, pouring it in slowly into the pan. You stepped off to the side, putting the pan inside the oven before turning to face Miguel.

"Let me just have your thighs, I won't ask for more," he murmured, his hands coming down to your thighs while his thumbs rubbed small circles on them. At your approval, he went over and sat down at the dining table, his legs spreading to give you access to sit down. He looked like a king sitting down on his throne, his large thighs taking up most of the space on the chair. Almost like he demanded respect. His thighs flexed with every movement, your legs moving on their own accord to get closer to him.

"You have approximately," you started off, your eyes shifting over to the small clock on the kitchen counter, "ten minutes." He let out a small chuckle, lifting his hips up to slide his sweatpants just underneath his balls. He'd made it a habit of going commando underneath his suit, the habit following into his daily attire as well. His cock was already starting to leak precum onto his stomach despite the fact you two hadn't done anything too extreme yet. "That's okay. I only needed nine anyways."

You sat down in between his legs, squeezing your thighs together while the tip of his cock prodded at the underside of your legs. You felt the chair creaking underneath you as he thrusted his hips into your thighs. "Would've done this sooner if I would've known it felt this good. Love your thighs so much, mami," despite the fact that he tried to keep up with his dominant persona, he would do anything if it meant he got to have you like this again.

His hands travelled up his your shirt, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. Your back was flush against his chest as your mouth slightly opened, heavy breaths escaping from your lips. His slick coated the insides of your thighs, wetting them in his essence. Your hand went down to where the tip of his cock was poking through, your thumb rubbing small circles alongside the tip.

"Close your legs a little more for me mami."

"Yeah, just like that," he managed to get out through labored breaths, your thighs squeezing his cock in a similar way that your pussy would. You felt his mouth making its way down your throat, nibbling on the sensitive spots that would have you squirming. His touch was everywhere except for where you needed him the most, your desperation towards the situation growing even further. For someone who'd only agreed to thigh fucking, you seemed to be regretting it already.

You felt your slick leaking down from your folds down to the thin material of your panties, one of your hands reaching down to alleviate the tension building inside you. You hadn't even managed to make it to the waistband before Miguel was already pulling your fingers away, holding it with his other hand. "So greedy. Only I'm allowed to please that little pussy, remember," he warned you, though his voice carried no actual sense of danger to it given how needy he sounded. He made it a point to be the only one to please you, not your own fingers and certainly not anybody else's fingers.

He was rutting into your thighs at an erratic pace, no sense of stability as he felt his balls start to tighten up with every second that your warm thighs enveloped him. That was until he heard the loud 'RING' from the countertop. "No te pares. I'm almost there," he tried to speak over the sound of the timer's ring but you were already standing up by the time he'd finished speaking. (don’t stand up) You wiped away the sweat that accumulated on your forehead, taking a couple deep breaths to get your breathing back to normal.  "What happened to only needing nine minutes?"

He let out a small huff as he pulled his sweatpants back on, staying seated at the dinner table. Miguel wanted nothing more than to take you right now, but he was willing to be patient for a couple more minutes. You bent over to take the cupcakes out of the oven, the scent of vanilla hitting your nose instantly. You almost jumped at the feeling of miguel's hands rubbing your ass through your panties if it hadn't been for the fact you had a hot pan in your hands. You placed the pan down, taking the cupcakes out of it and setting them on a plate to get them ready for the frosting portion.

"Ah fuck," you trembled out as you felt Miguel's breath fan against your wet cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sensation. "Already so wet and I haven't even touched her yet," he murmured, spreading your folds with two of his fingers. He let a globe of spit trail from your ass down to your cunt, feeling his cock strain against his sweatpants. He could feel your clit pulsing underneath his fingertips, your body betraying you when you said you wanted to wait. You wanted this as much as he did. If not, maybe even more.

You pushed your hips back onto his face as he pushed his tongue into your wet cunt, feeling your slick coat every single one of his tastebuds at the contact. He knew how proud you were of the baked goods you made, but none of them would ever compare to the taste of your essence. The frosting on the cupcakes started to come out lopsided as you tried to squeeze it on, your hands shaking every time you tried to bring the pipe up to them. "Don't stop," you moaned out, eventually just giving up on the task of trying to keep frosting the cupcakes. The perfectionist in you couldn't stand seeing the sight of the uneven plaster of frosting.

Miguel ate out your cunt like he was a starving man, the task messy as he spat into it and pushed his tongue inside you. Your slick mixed with his spit, the taste of you almost making him delirious. You gripped the countertop tightly, your eyes fluttered shut as you basked in everything that Miguel was giving you. His tongue swirled around your clit in small circles, the sudden stimulation having your toes curling and your eyes seeing stars. You turned around to look at him, your slick coating majority of his chin while some of it dribbled down to his shirt. His eyes were tightly shut as he focused on the task at hand, almost seeming more into it than you were.

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging at the roots as you pushed him closed to your pussy. He'd vocalized before about how much he liked the mixture of pain and pleasure, a moan vibrating into your cunt as a response. You felt yourself getting closer to that climax, Miguel’s tongue continuing its motions on your clit while his thick fingers opened you up to take his cock later on. You let out an exasperated sigh when you felt him pull away from you just as you were about to cum, though that was quickly shut down when he pressed his lips onto yours.

You got down on your knees, wet kisses marking his tan skin as you made your way down his stomach. You looked over at him, the sight in front of you truly something to behold. His head was lolled back, half-lidded eyes as he met your gaze. His chest heaved with every breath that he took, growing heavier as he felt your lips starting to make their way down his happy trail. He'd stopped bothering to shave it after noticing how much you liked it, the way you licked your lips every time his sweatpants clung a little too low on his hips.

Though his cock was twitching with need right in front of you, painfully erect, you decided to take your time. You kissed his inner thighs, occasionally marking him the same way he'd do to you. Your fingernails raked their way down his thighs, the muscles tensing underneath your touch. You wanted to tease him just as much as he'd teased you earlier, wanting some type of comeback after your ruined orgasm. You delivered a couple more kisses before making your way to his cock, pressing a kiss on the reddened tip.

“Hand me that bag of frosting, please," your voice came out uncharacteristically seductive to your own ears. You'd grown so used to being the sweet girl at the bakery that you hadn't expected yourself to even be a seductress. Miguel reached over to grab the pipe with vanilla frosting inside, handing it over to you. You squirted a little bit of the frosting onto his shaft, setting the pipe aside before leaning in. Your mouth wrapped around his cock, your tongue licking the stripe of frosting up before pulling away. "Think you're gonna kill me, little minx."

Miguel's hands went down to the sides of your head as you took him in your throat, soft moans escaping from his lips. Spit dribbled down the side of his shaft, your hand wrapping around it as you worked it up and down. Though your hand was smaller than his, he enjoyed the feeling of having you jerk him off. Your touch felt more delicate than his own, which tended to be a series of harsh thrusts just to get a quick orgasm. Your mouth came down to his cock again, taking him in much deeper than last time.

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock to make up for what your mouth couldn't reach, both working in tandem. Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take him in deeper, willing the muscles in your throat to relax while you did so. "That's it, taking me so well. Nadie me lo chupa mejor que tu," he praised you as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth.

As much as he wanted to cum inside your mouth and see the way that you struggled to sometimes keep his heavy load inside, he wanted nothing more than to cum inside your pussy beforehand. He pulled you off as the height of his peak, watching your eyes flicker over to his in confusion. You were pretty sure you were doing everything that he wanted you to do from his reactions, the way his moans just so freely escaped from his mouth.

"You didn't do anything wrong. just want to cum inside you before anything else," he assured you after seeing the expression of your face, helping you up from the floor. He wiped away the precum mixed in with your spit from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, holding it against your lips. He watched as your tongue darted out before enveloping his finger into your mouth. The way your tongue wrapped around it was heavenly, your eyes shutting as you cleaned off his finger.

Miguel went over to the sink and ran a paper towel under cold water, cleaning any remnants of the frosting that might've been left behind. The last thing the both of you needed was for you to get a UTI as a result from this encounter. He came back over to you, kissing your cheek and muttering some apology about the cupcakes. Not that you cared about them anyways, all you could think about was Miguel having his way with you. He grabbed your hand and intertwined with his, leading you out of the kitchen and out into the living room.

Miguel led you over to the couch, raising your knees up to your chest. You placed your hands underneath your legs, watching as Miguel gave himself a couple languid strokes before slowly pushing his cock inside. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned out as he felt your walls fluttering against him, your cunt stretching to adjust to him. Your mouth was parted in a 'o' shape as he pushed his cock even further, your wetness coating his shaft with every delicious inch that he pushed inside.

He loved looking down at you in this position, at how your face contorted into one of pleasure as the sting from the stretch settled in. The way that your tits bounced in sync with every single one of his punishing thrusts. He loved every single part of you, even the parts that you found yourself complaining about at times. He wanted to drill into your head that you were desire embodied, that nobody would be able to compare to the way that you do. No one was even close to comparing to you in his eyes.

Your body was basically bent in half as you laid there to take every single inch that he had to offer, the tip of his cock bulging against your tummy. "Feel how deep I am in you, mami?" He murmured, pressing his hand down where he was at before retreating his cock in one swift motion. The loss was quickly replaced when he thrusted back inside you, relishing the feeling of your walls clenching around him like a vice.

His heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust that he made, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the otherwise empty apartment. The loud squelch of your essence coating his cock added onto the symphony of sounds, moans escaping from the two of you as he started to get deeper with his thrusts. You felt filled up to the brim, yet it almost felt like you weren't getting enough. The desire you felt for Miguel wasn't something that was easily satiated, if anything it only grew more with the attention that he was giving you.

The hand that wasn't holding your legs came over to his arm, gripping it tightly for some kind of thing to tether you down to the moment. Your pussy clamped around him a vice, prompting him closer to his orgasm. He prolonged it as long as he could, reciting useless science facts inside of his head. An octopus has three hearts. Though his stamina was high enough to get hard after his orgasm, he didn't want to ruin the moment between the two of you by cumming prematurely.

One of his hands went down to your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves between his thumb and pointer finger. He rubbed small circles on it, his speed matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Your nails dug into his forearm the harder that his thrusts got, the pain only serving to accentuate his pleasure. "Fuck. Pussy's practically milking me," he uttered, his voice coming out in a groan at the way you were squeezing around him.

Your legs dropped down from your chest, wrapping around his legs as you held him close to you. If he'd even fathomed the idea of pulling out beforehand, the idea was quickly removed from the forefront of his brain the moment you did that. "Cum in me, please," your voice came out whiny as you felt yourself getting closer to that release, your toes curling from every rub being given to your clit. "Cum with me."

His hand enveloped yours as he slid in and out of you with ease, his pace having no rhythm now that he was approaching his orgasm. His thrusts were erratic as he worked the two of you towards that cliff, his fingers gripping yours tightly as if you were a lifeline. Warm ropes of cum shot up your cunt, your walls coated in white up to the brim. His orgasm had prompted your own, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you creamed over his shaft.

Your release mixed with his to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, some of the liquid leaking out from your cunt. He stuffed it back in with the tip of his cock to the best of his ability, a moan escaping from your throat at the feeling of him sliding in once more. While you could usually match his stamina pretty well, it'd been days since you'd last had sex with him. You were starting to feel worn out from the physical strain he'd put your body through. You wouldn’t change this feeling of euphoria for anything else though.

Miguel slid his softening cock out of your cunt slowly, careful not to overstimulate you in the process. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on your forehead, wiping away the sweat from your forehead. "You did so good for me, lindura," he whispered in your ear, stroking your thighs in soft circles before standing up from the couch. "Stay there and I'll come back with some clothes."

You looked over at him and gave him a nod, your body falling limp on the couch as you felt an ache forming on your legs. You closed your eyes for a second, or what you'd assumed was a second, only to open them to see Miguel standing over you with a pair of pajama shirts and one of his t-shirts. "Try to sit up for me. You don't have to anything," he reassured you, getting to work on cleaning you up before dressing you after you'd sat up.

The two of you sat on the couch with a cheesy romance movie the two of you weren't watching, each holding a cupcake. His hand wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to his body as his hand lazily drew circles on the side of your stomach. "I see why you liked that thing with the frosting. It's pretty sweet," he noted after taking a bite from his cupcake, leaning over to grab some that was sitting on your nose for a while. You let out a small contented laugh, poking the side of his cheek. There was no other place that you'd rather be other than his arms at this moment.

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[fuxuannie]

Wanted to request maybe hsr men with a partner that's their exact opposite?

* pairing(s) : various hsr men (i actually do all of them i promise) x reader

* prompt : opposites attract, amiright?

* authors note : so you may have noticed a bit of a.. redesign.. in my layout 🙏 but hi requester!! here u gooo ♡ cleaning up my requests sweep sweep. also thank you for 200 u guys r crazy omg.

* brief warning : blade is blade, sssadism if u SQUINT RLLY HARD.

(my love for gepard rlly shows in this im sorry. HABSGJABA 😭😭!!! some r rlly long.. ooc.. or short.. sbsndhsks HANDGSHWS i love gepard IM SORRY HES PRETTY BOY)

DAN HENG appreciated his silence and alone time, you however, could not go 5 minutes without his supervision.

While he liked to plan and execute said plan perfectly, you were reckless and went into anything head-first with worrying about the possible failures later.

And because of this, Dan Heng was protective over you. He was a gentleman after all, and he would do the same for March 7th back then, so it's no surprise he'd do it for you now. Especially with your tendencies to get yourself into unnecessary fights.

It aches his heart, you know? Having to see your wounds and bruises as he patches you up. But you've made a compromise to give him the equivelant amount of kisses equal to the bandages he put all over you. (and there were A LOT)

Even if you make him worry 24/7, he'll still love you. It's not bad to have a chance of pace after all.

JING YUAN is a man with many routines, calm and collected, with many worries on his shoulder.

You were more outgoing, a trailblazer who rode the express and were the one helping people with their worries.

He was always surprised with how helpful you really were in your first meetings, not that he doubted your abilities, but didn't expect someone to be able to do his asks as well as you did.

What didn't surprise him was how he fell for you, the way your heart was always pure and gold, and you lived a life to protect and help others.. he admired you. You were his inspiration, his muse, to be a General with that kind of care for his people.

When you two decided to date, Jing Yuan had to get used to your impulsive actions. He was always used to doing the same thing everyday, but with you? He found himself doing 50 other things before the next part of his schedule.

Not that he minded, he likes the excitement, and he really really likes you.

GEPARD, the Silvermane guards leader, falling for his sisters co-performer.

He LOVED to watch you perform or practice, Serval always saw him with such a love-struck smile, head resting on his hand as he sat and watched his sisters and you practice. She'd tease him about it afterwards, calling him loverboy and such, but he never confirmed nor denied her teasing about him liking you.

Sometimes the guards would hear him humming your part of a song or the general tune of a melody you play, considering how much he watched you, it was no surprise that you were stuck in his head like a popular song.

He quite literally, loved you like a love song, because it's ALL he ever listened to. He'd be in bed, white shirts and shorts, his arm covering his eyes as he listens to the CORNIEST love song and smiles while doing so because he thinks of you.

When you two started dating, he was quick to realize your differences. He was a leader, an intimidating figure, and had goals and missions he swore on his life to constantly follow and pursue even outside of work hours.

You on the other hand, unless you're onstage, you're pretty shy. Not really standing out in a crowd when you're in your civilian clothing, and you liked it that way. Almost like you lived a different life from your almost idol-like persona.

Gepard did find it incredibly cute though, how you'd have an explosive personality infront of a crowd. But with him? You were at the mercy of his soft kisses and his chuckles as your face turns warm from fluster.

SAMPO was the COMMON ENEMY between the Overworld and Underworld.

Okay, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. But YOU?? Natasha's sweetest nurse and sibling?? with the likes of HIM??

He was a liar, seemingly the type to decieve people who put their trust in him, only to repay them randomly out of nowhere with random treasure maps or save them from tight situations. It seemed like any suspicious activity was ALWAYS tied to him.

You, on the other hand, worked with your sister in her clinic. Often times praised for your kindness and patience, how amazing you were with children and people in general. Nobody would've expected that you fell for him, hell, he didn't expect it either.

But you saw that somewhere, in that heart of his, he truly did care about his friends and loved ones. Somewhere buried in his rather annoying antics, were the intentions of someone who was just worried for the others well-being. He proved it to you when he caught you crying in a dark alley, wiping your tears as you were so tired and overworked. He listened to you for hours on end, and he got to see a side of you that you didn't show to people, and vice versa. You saw the side of him people thought they'd die to see exist.

WELT YANG was always rather serious at times, with his status and achievements, people expected it of him.

You were his closest companion, one of the few he had left from his journey, but you were also his partner. Despite being just about his age, you were so calm, so gentle. Compared to his seemingly stern nature.

You loved plants and flowers of the such, always telling Welt about the newest one you learnt from a new planet on each expedition through the galaxy. You warmed his heart with how you spoke, explaining each and every plant with such detail. He loved it whenever you spoke, 'music to his ears', he'd tell people. Anyone would be enamoured with your voice and way of speaking, he admired your intelligence, but more importantly, he admired you.

BLADE.. with Kafka's partner in crime?

Kafka can't say she's surprised, hell, she'd love you too. But the pairing was rather odd.

Blade was monotone, cold. His stare as sharp as daggers, and could care less about those he hurt.

You, on the other hand, found immense joy in hurting others. A wicked smile on your face whenever you're permitted to do so towards anyone who dare stand in their way.

Whenever you two would kiss, the difference once again shows. You're clearly enjoying it, but Blade's expression is blank. But I guess don't judge a book by its cover? As the kiss he initiated is passionate and intimate, he's enjoying it I promise, he just doesn't show it.

Either way, you're both stuck babysitting Silverwolf most of the time. Oh well, more time with him.

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[aliaology]

LOOK AFTER YOU

summary: luke decides to ultimately end his relationship with his girlfriend because he knows hes not good enough for her

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

warning: just lots of angst!

rushing was never your thing, but right now you were racing to your boyfriends dorm room in hopes to see what was so important. he rarely texted you at midnight, because by then he was asleep. he needed it for hockey.

you walked into his dorm building, making your way to the stairs and heading up. you had his building memorized. you had his room layout memorized. you had him memorized.

thats why your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw the look of guilt on his face as he opened his door. you didn’t even get to knock.

“luke, are you okay?” you blurt, watching him softly shut the door.

“sit down, please.” he requested.

you obliged and sat down on his bed. the only thing lighting the room was his cheap LED lights that you strung up for him.

you looked at him, concern swimming in your eyes. “whats going on?”

luke sighed as he paced in front of you. he didn’t know how to say it. how to just easily break someones heart. he wishes he could, that way it wouldn’t be hard on your or him.

of course, he didn’t want to do this, but he had to. he wasn’t good for you. he barely had time for you. he opened his mouth to speak, but the words got stuck.

“luke— what is it?” you pressed.

“i think we should break up.”

yeah, not what you were exactly expecting. your eyes widened, shock fulfilling your body. “what— what?” you stuttered.

luke looked guilty. shame plastered across his pretty face. he watched as tears welled in your eyes. the look of hurt spreading across your face. oh how he wanted to kiss your tears away.

“i—i dont get it. did i do something wrong?” you cried. tears started to fall.

luke crouched in front of you. “no— god no pretty girl. none of this is your fault baby. i— i just dont feel an us anymore.” he lied.

he lied through his perfect teeth. he needed you to stay away. to not be with him anymore. he didn’t want you trying. he wouldn’t survive. he’d fall right back at your feet.

“im so sorry, baby. i just don’t want to make you feel unloved or like this is one-sides. its not fair to you.” he told.

you cried softly. your heart ached. how did he lose feelings? when?

“and hey— hey, just because we aren’t together anymore doesn’t mean you have to be a stranger. i want you to live happily, i just don’t want it to be with me.”

you cried harder. “im so sorry baby.”

how could he be sorry and still call you baby? you got off his bed and walked out. you couldn’t stay in there. you felt like it was getting smaller.

luke watched you walk out with sad eyes. he felt horrible, but it was for the best, right?

you walked outside, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. you cried on your walk back. you cried on your way into your room. you cried yourself to sleep. luke cried himself to sleep.

but it was for the better.

you: i miss you

luke: you have to stop texting me, y/n. its not healthy for you.

you: i tried working on the project we started together

you: i made it white, like we wanted

luke: go to sleep, y/n

you: i got our mini house halfway down

you: its close to finished

luke: y/n, why are you still texting me?

you: because i miss you

luke: you need to stop.

you: i bought mini furniture

you: it has your favorite pattern on the couch

you: i finished the house.

you: please dont make a mini house with her though

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[painted-bees]

I decided to take up teaching myself piano for funsies, and...4 days in, I am enjoying myself. Autistic rambling behind the cut lmao

I've got the layout of the keys committed to memory, and I can find notes, [major]scales, and chords very easily (patterns!!). So--I'm dumping all my concentrated effort right now into building hand independence, and it would be feeling nearly sisyphean if I didn't know how brains worked. I'm still struggling to play through a five note scale with both hands at different paces [one playing in half notes, the other playing in quarter notes.] Literally the most basic of the basic exercises...but I figure there's no point getting much fancier than this until I can do it with some relatively clean consistency, and at a good tempo. It's brain neuropathway stuff--so really, so long as I take my time[extremely slow lmao] to be clean and accurate, I should be able to do it faster and faster as the days go by. And then once it feels like a relatively easy exercise [rather than something that blends my brain into soup], I can introduce some more difficulty.

I'm kinda curious to see how long it take to build the skill. Not even learning how to play songs, just learning how to make my hands and fingers move independantly, deliberately, to a set tempo. That shit's SO HARD lmao I thought I would graduate past this first exercise in a couple days, but it's gonna take...a bit longer. I can tell I am improving, though, because it takes less time for me to stop tripping up each time I sit down. Can't hold a steady tempo just yet tho, no matter how slow.

When I'm not doing that, I'm just playing around with random chords and trying to figure out why certain combos sound so good, and why others don't. And it really is all just...patterns. Which is cool! The theory side of things is making a lot more sense to me than I expected it to, and I really like it.

Anyways, I've been hammering on this thing a lot, since I only just got it and the novelty has me captivated. Like...a couple hours each day. I recon that'll slow down once the novelty wears, but I hope I never lose interest completely. So long as I can sit down and practise consciously for half an hour each day, I figure it'll get me to a point eventually where I can produce something that resembles...music lmao

we'll see, I guess. The exercises are actually fun to do tho...which is more than I can say for drawing 😂

[dailyadventureprompts]

Drafting the Adventure: Dungeons Without Walls

I love the idea of dungeons, but there was a significant portion of my life as a DM where they didn’t feature in my games. While Pathfinder and 5e provided a great framework for character building and tactical skirmishes that I could build story on top of, neither was really great when it came time to detour into a  dungeon. My players tended to get confused when we headed out to plunder the local ruin or cave system, spending a lot more time figuring out where they were and what they should be doing than actually doing anything. 

The problem as it turned out was limited information.  I had a picture of the dungeon in my head/notes but I couldn’t telepathically infer that to the party, and the back and forth questions where they tried to orient themselves within my mental labyrinth ate up a lot of session time prevented us from attaining that snappy pace that every table needs to keep the players invested.

Recently though I had an epiphany about overhauling exploration in d&d, and wrote up a whole post detailing how you could build and run wilderness adventures the same way you could a heist or a murder mystery. Because I was already writing a series about dungeon design it didn’t take long for me to realize that this exploration overhaul was 100% applicable, and could solve a lot of the delay and confusion my players usually faced on their next trip underground.  Spoilers: it worked amazingly.

 The key to this overhaul was giving my players enough information to see the dungeon as a sort of abstract checklist, and then giving them the power to investigate and check things off that list in whatever order they wished, when they enter a new level of the dungeon they get a new checklist to fill out which still keeps that sense of exploration. Folk love checking things off lists, and I as a dungeonmaster love it when players engage with the content I’ve spent so much energy creating even if it’s only poking their head in the door to realize they want to run away as fast as possible. Likewise, designing the dungeon this way let me tackle much larger concepts without having to sweat the details of filling up every little room as I would have to in map-centric design.

To summarize my exploration mechanic as It applies to dungeons:

During Design: After you’ve got the dungeons’ major concept, you divide it into unique “zones” (essentially what might be levels in a regular dungeon) with an interconnected theme, mechanic, or threat.

Each zone has a number of points of interest, which can be anything from trails to follow, odd sights they might investigate, to full complexes of rooms that you’ve mapped out. You don’t need to map out the points of interest otherwise, they sort of float abstractly within the zone 

When players enter a zone, they become aware of its name and general descriptor, as well as how many total points of interest are in that zone. They also become aware of some points of interest immediately to serve as landmarks and give them a direction for their exploration, but most remain undiscovered until they venture off the path and start checking out their surroundings. Hidden among these points of interest are the doors that lead to zones deeper within the dungeon, encouraging the party to explore in order to progress.

During Play: When the players enter the dungeon, one player is appointed as the surveyor, who’s job it is to keep track of the zones, fill out that checklist, and check things off when the DM tells them that they’ve fully explored a point of interest.

Rather than needing to be aware of the exact room layout, the party just need to know what zone they’re in and what options are available to them, Because this information is delivered in the form of a checklist with empty spaces, the party know exactly how much of the dungeon they’ve explored, what’s left to explore, and when they’ve cleared out an area.

Lets take the image above as inspiration. Say the party is trying to make it up to the tower, you can easily see a progression of zones and maybe imagine a few to go alongside them:

Ruins & Foothills: The first area, filled with the remnants of an ancient civilization. Picked over by looters and now a home to all sorts of wildlife,

Mountainside: The obvious next goal, but locked off behind a challenging climb, Filled with hazards that threaten to knock the party back down to the foothills if they’re not careful

Caverns: Secret area accessible only if the party explore a cave on the mountainside, or make a beeline towards the old aqueduct landmark in the foothills, realizing it might be easier than the climb. 

Spire Foundations: The door connecting to the foothills is guarded by a complex puzzle and arcane ward, but the party might be able to sneak in through the caves where erosion has caused a breakthrough into the cellars.

Spire Peak: High among the clouds, the party’s prize is somewhere here.  Access to the upper sections of the tower are guarded by a territorial sphinx under arcane compulsion, though the party might just be able to skip that fight if they figure out the riddle to make the portal mirrors work in the foundations.

Trying to design all this by pencilling it in on a gridmap would take weeks, to say nothing of the headache it’d cause you trying to make things fit together and fill up empty space with content. Designing it first as a sequence of zones and then filling those out with interesting fights, puzzles, and encounters is the work of an afternoon or two. Likewise, its easy on your players: five zones with six to ten points of interest is far easier to tackle when you can make a checklist and see how much progress you’ve made, despite the fact that the area they’re exploring is quite vast. 

I hope you find this as useful as I have, and if you need a more concrete example of how it might work, don’t worry, I’ll have one of those for you in the coming days.

#dungeon design #dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #5e #dm advice #dm tip #dm tips #dm tools #writing advice #pathfinder #ttrpg #homebrew #5e homebrew #homebrew mechanic #exploration

[aluhnim]

Hello!! When you start a comic, how do you go about deciding your panelling layouts?? If this is too big of an ask for covid brain, how about your favorite song of the moment / a song that really inspires you?? I hope you feel better soon!

I was searching around for an old write up I did for some Original Character Tournament folks who were interested in my thoughts on panels and layouts. To try and answer your question, I go off of vibe now that I’ve made a LOT of comics. However, as much as it doesn’t seem like it at times, I do typically stay as “conventional” as possible to make sure my readers are still following the plot. I make a lot of adjustments along the way. Smarter layouts allow me to draw less, and drawing less is better for me in the long run! It’ll allow me to put more time in other places of the comic.

Anyway, here’s my write up back in the day that’ll hopefully answer some comic drafting questions!

More conventional paneling is a necessary stepping stone because you know your reader won’t get lost and the structure will have you more focused on flow and pacing. It seems remarkably easy to do comics with more “static” or traditional panel layouts but they work for a reason. There’s no real need to break out of something that works, unless you want to! Breaking out of the structure can really add some OOMPH to your important pages.

Some tips, note that these have been my preferences and some definitions don’t quite match their descriptors.

Bleed

I consider open panels or panels that stretch out beyond the edge of the page to be considered bleeds. They’re simple ways to make you feel like your not just sticking within your margins and making your page feel less static without much extra effort. Manga does this quite often, and Western American comics, especially during action packed moments or large splashes.

Some examples of things bleeds can do:

- They can also be used as transitions between pages (first panel bleeding in, last panel bleeding out).

- They can be used to interrupt or add a beat to a moment. Although the example below is mostly bleeds, you can see the one full panel at the bottom stands out because it’s not like the others. A subtle beat.

- They can also just be used to extend a panel to make it bigger. That seems obvious, but larger panels do make people spend a bit more time on them, regardless if there is text or not. Though, “more time” means probably several milliseconds or even a few seconds more than usual.

- Collaging with a bleed is a really great way to think beyond panels and open the space. You will be spending more time thinking of how much you can cram in along with the flow of how your text is going to lead through a series of images.

- Removing panel borders can really open a space and allow for more room without having to go above and beyond the ideas of comics and panels. (sorry, gale galligan is just good)

Gutters

The space between panels is almost just as important as the panel itself. That’s where readers and inferring actions and time. You can only control so much of what the reader is doing between their eye shifting between panels, which is why composition within panels and clarity are so important.

Gutters can also be played with! A simple example is changing your gutters from white to all black. It can be a subtle shift in time, a transition to a new space.

Even the amount of space between panels leaves an idea of time! I think webtoons/manhwa really work well with the gutter space, leaving you to physically scroll and feel the effects of time passing with the amount of empty space you encounter.

It’s important to understand that the gutter has a lot more to do with reader imagination, and your goal is to have them understand that the next panel is somehow plausible.

THIS SCENE EMFIELDS DID IS VERY FUCKING GOOD. TIME, SPACE, GO OOOOOOFFFF KING

Panels themselves can be a part story!

This one is a difficult thing to write for, since I feel like there isn’t many examples out there. There are very structural examples of panels out there, like Watchman. While the 9 panel grid was intentional, it also was likely the only way to deal with Alan Moore’s script effectively without missing details. The panels themselves don’t ENHANCE the story, but a means to an end.

But it’s also an incredibly good example of how conventional comics paneling can still be effective, especially when you start breaking that mold just a little bit.

But then you have comics like M. Dean’s “Baby fat”. Where the comic paneling itself never strays from its original structure, but is indicative of the story itself, representing tiles, mirrors, patterns.

Or Robert Hunter’s “The New Ghost” which he uses circular motifs and has circular panels representing the telescopes sight line.

Predicting Reader Navigation

These are my rules of thumb when doing general sight reading panel by panel.

1. Text is what people gravitate to first. It’s the context needed to approach the next panel.

2. Faces are next, this provides context to what the subject is feeling.

3. Familiar people/animals/objects and SFX.

4. Everything else!

This is an example of sight reading notes I gave to my friend Holocene when we were collaborating.

#long post #asks #blogging

[real-life-senshi]

SAILOR SENSHI 20TH ANNIVERSARY ALUMNI REUNION - FANSUBBED

EDIT on Jan 3rd: SORRY. I couldn't stand how many mistakes I see in my edit despite multiple checks I've done before Jan 1st... I ended up reuploading the videos instead. Can't guarantee it's perfect now, but it's much better (from the creator's perspective.) Anyone who reblogged before Jan 3rd will have the old link that's now broken.

This is the TV version, aired on CBC in Japan on December 25th, 2023.

Due to YouTube's upload length limit, the show has been split into 3 parts based on the provided commercial breaks. The videos are unlisted on YouTube, so cannot be searched, instead only accessed by the proper web link.

Some notes & disclaimer:

1. I’m not a fluent Japanese speaker, but I do know Hiragana, Katakana, basic Japanese grammar and kanji, and a few good tools to use for translation. All’s to say, all mistakes are mine. Sorry if there’s any!

2. I’m also not a professional translator. Due to the grammar differences between Japanese and English, some sentences will sound awkward in English for the conversation to make sense.

3. This really was a casual chat for the ladies, so they kept talking over each other. I tried to highlight all the chit-chats with colour-coded subtitles matching their Senshi colours. Because of this I tried different formatting and decided on the layout you see now, even if it's still a bit messy, and some subtitles are quite fast-paced. Sorry if it doesn't look good or is tough to read. :(

4. The character “会”(kai) in “戦士会” (senshi-kai) can be translated into: - “Club”, a noun for group; - “Meetup” or “reunion”, a noun and synonym for “event”. Depending on context, you will see “戦士会” (senshi-kai) translated into “Senshi Club” or “Senshi Reunion.”

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

Upcoming:

I will be working on a subtitled version of Miyuu's behind-the-scene video of this program. (JAN 7th EDIT: The subbed version is available here!)

A Director's Cut version will be made available in Japan on Jan 9, 2024. I'll keep an eye out if there's a copy floating around. If there's any difference in that version, I'll also make a subtitled version for sharing as well. If there are any translation mistakes I've made in this current round of subtitling, I'll also take the chance to rectify them in the new version.

PLEASE ENJOY, REBLOG AND SHARE! 🌙

#pgsm #pretty guardian sailor moon #sailor moon live action #kitagawa keiko #sawai miyuu #izumi rika #komatsu ayaka #azama mew #sailor senshi 20th anniversary alumni reunion #pgsm 20th anniversary #pgsm cast #pgsm cast reunion #senshi reunion #khmyh translates #khmyh's fansub & translations #Youtube

[ronancexists]

Chaggie/Starmoth Week of Firsts

These will also be posted on my AO3 account which is the same as my Tumblr username, ronancexists :) Day 3: First Fight

Vaggie couldn’t believe that she and Charlie had been dating for close to three months now. It was more than she could have ever dreamed of happening between the two of them, especially considering how they’d met.

When Charlie had asked her out on that first date, she’d been over the moon. The evening had been splendid, with Charlie’s constant compliments, Charlie asking her on a second date, and Charlie asking her to be her partner in running the Happy Hotel.

She couldn’t have been more ecstatic about the idea. She cared deeply for Charlie, and whatever she could do to make Charlie happy, she would.

What she hadn’t expected, however, was just how into this project Charlie was. She’s known from the moment she met Charlie just how passionate and dedicated she was, something Vaggie deeply admired about her, but she hadn’t realized how much of her time it would take up.

And by how much, she meant all of it.

It hadn’t bothered her much at first. Charlie would eagerly chat Vaggie’s ear off about some new idea she’d had for the Hotel, and Vaggie would listen eagerly, scribbling all of Charlie’s thoughts down on a notepad, making a few minor adjustments here and there.

She didn’t think it would become a problem until that was all Charlie was able to talk about.

Vaggie asked her what she wanted for dinner that night? Charlie thought of ways to make dinner a group bonding thing at the hotel.

Vaggie asked her how she’d slept? Charlie hadn’t because she’d been readjusting the plans for the layout of the hotel.

Vaggie asked her about her plans for the day? Charlie wanted to workshop all of her current ideas for the hotel along with new ones that had been popping into her head.

Vaggie asked her if she was able to talk because she’d gone out to town and had a run in with her alcoholic piece of shit father and absentee mother? Charlie wasn’t able to because there was advertising that needed to be done for the hotel.

Vaggie asked her to spend even a modicum of time with her because she missed her girlfriend? Charlie couldn’t right now because she had paperwork to do concerning the legalities of the hotel, but maybe they could do something later.

Except that later never came, because all Charlie could think about was the hotel.

She did her best to not be affected by any of it, she really did, but dammit she missed her girlfriend and wanted to spend time with her and not have anything hotel-related involved.

However, Vaggie couldn’t work up the courage to bring up any of this to Charlie, because she didn’t want Charlie to feel as though she didn’t support her or her dream.

So she kept her mouth shut about all of it, despite how much it pained her to do so.

~~~

Charlie was frustrated.

And the worst part?

She didn’t want to be frustrated.

But she was.

With Vaggie.

Her wonderful, strong, caring, protective, fierce girlfriend, who she adored more than anything in the world.

She hated that she was frustrated with her, and she hated that she hated that she was frustrated with her. Because she deserved to be frustrated with her, but she didn’t want to be frustrated with her.

“Now I’m just confusing myself,” Charlie mumbled as she paced her room, tail swishing around agitatedly behind her as she stewed in her thoughts.

“Baa?” Razzle questioned, sitting on his haunches beside his brother, who directed a look of concern toward Charlie.

“It’s just, we’ve been together for almost three months now, we’ve known each other longer than that, but I still don’t really know her! She doesn’t talk to me about her past, and I try not to ask about it because I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I care about her and I want to know more about her, and that includes her past! Does she think I won’t want to be with her if she tells me about her life? Because she should know that nothing she could say would ever make me want to leave her, but I don’t know how to tell her that without her thinking I’m trying to come up with some scheme to trick her into opening up to me! Ughhh, when in Hell did dating become so complicated?!” Charlie exclaimed, flopping forward onto her bed and letting out a scream into her mountain of pillows.

She thought back to when she first found Vaggie, about how scared and uncertain she was when she approached her. About how cautious Vaggie was when conversing with her until she began to feel comfortable around her. About how it took a while for her to calm Vaggie whenever she had a nightmare. About how Vaggie started trusting her once she had proved she wasn’t out to hurt her. About how nice it felt when Vaggie became her friend, and even more so when Vaggie became her girlfriend.

But, she supposed it had taken a decent amount of time in each one of those instances. Perhaps Vaggie just needed some more time before she started talking to Charlie about her time on Earth.

Charlie hummed in thought, flopping over onto her back, absentmindedly stroking Razzle and Dazzle’s heads as she contemplated the idea.

“I don’t want to force her to talk to me, but I don’t want her to think she can’t talk to me if she wants to.”

“Baa?” Dazzle asked, head resting on Charlie’s stomach as he looked at her curiously.

“Baa. Baa baa,” Razzle responded, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“Baa!” Dazzle protested, sticking his tongue out at Razzle.

She chuckled. “Boys, play nice.”

They huffed out breaths of annoyance, but nonetheless ceased their arguing. For the time being, at least.

Charlie nodded to herself as she came to a decision.

She’d give Vaggie another week, and if she didn’t broach the subject, Charlie would.

~~~

It didn’t take Vaggie long to notice Charlie was acting weirder than normal. At first, she’d thought nothing of it, but as the week progressed and Charlie continued acting that way, concern started to fester.

“Hun, is everything alright?” she’d asked once it had reached a week, tilting her head as Charlie burst into nervous giggles.

The two of them were seated on the couch for one of their regular movie nights, bundled underneath a plethora of blankets and decked out in their coziest pajamas.

“Wha—yeah, everything’s great! Why wouldn’t it be?! It’s not like anything is bothering me or anything! Nope, everything is perfectly normal! Totally and completely normal!”

Charlie wanted to facepalm at how obvious she was being. Clearly, Vaggie had caught onto her slightly abnormal behavior, and now, like the amazing girlfriend she was, was checking on her because she was worried. She bit her lip, sighing as Vaggie placed her hand on her face, thumb stroking her cheek. She melted into the touch, meeting Vaggie’s concerned gaze with a hesitant smile.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Vaggie reminded her, knowing that sometimes Charlie got into her own head about what she could and couldn’t talk to Vaggie about.

Charlie frowned, pulling away from Vaggie’s touch, ignoring her shocked look as the frustration that had been seated inside of her finally reared its ugly head. “Yeah, I know that, but do you?”

“Charlie, what are you talking about?

Charlie shook her head. “No, don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m someone who needs to be sheltered! Like the truth needs to be hidden from me! Like I don’t know that there are terrible things out there!”

Vaggie was taken aback, lips parted in surprise as she tried to think of a response. “I-I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel like that.”

Charlie groaned, rising to her feet, needing to move around with all of this energy buzzing inside of her. “No!”

“No…what?”

“No, don’t apologize! I don’t need you to apologize! I need you to talk to me!”

Vaggie frowned, clambering to her feet as she watched Charlie pace. “I do talk to you.”

“No, you don’t. The entire time I’ve known you, you’ve never once talked to me about your past. I’ve tried not to ask questions because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I also really want to know about you! Except you never talk to me! Never once have you ever told me anything about your time on Earth!”

“Because my time on Earth doesn’t matter!” Vaggie shouted back, getting fed up with the way Charlie was throwing all the blame at her. She wasn’t being entirely truthful, but she didn’t want Charlie to figure out what the actual problem was. So, she played along with what Charlie thought the issue was. “Nothing in my past matters! What matters is that I’m here, and I’m with you!”

“But it matters to me! I want to get to know you, but I can’t do that because you won’t tell me anything about yourself!”

“Yes, I do! You know everything there is to know about me, Charlie. You know about everything that matters!”

“It doesn’t feel like it! It feels like you’re trying to hide something from me, like you think I won’t accept you. But I do, and nothing you could say to me, and I mean nothing, could ever change that.”

“I’m not hiding anything from you!”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?!”

“Because I don’t see any reason to!”

Charlie crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at her girlfriend. “So, what, because you don’t want to talk to me about your past, that’s it? End of discussion?”

Vaggie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as she exhaled sharply. “If you wanted to know about my past so badly, why didn’t you ever ask me?! You talk about how I don’t open up to you, but did you ever think that maybe it’s because you don’t make me feel like I can?! All you ever want to talk about is the Hotel, and whenever I try to talk about literally anything else, you find some way to bring it back to the Hotel! I’ve tried to talk to you, Charlotte, but you don’t fucking listen to me when I do!”

Charlie froze, both at the use of her full name and from the accusations thrown her way from Vaggie. “Vaggie—I’m—I didn’t realize—”

Vaggie scoffed, turning away from Charlie. “Of course you didn’t,” she muttered, wincing as soon as the words escaped her mouth.

Charlie flinched at the barb, a million thoughts racing through her head as she tried to figure out a way to rectify the situation.

“I’m going to my room. Don’t follow me,” Vaggie said firmly, angrily brushing past Charlie to reach the hall.

“Shit,” Charlie murmured as a door slamming shut echoed through the house, burying her face in her hands as she dropped back down onto the couch. “Shit,” she repeated, thinking over the past couple of months and realizing that Vaggie was right.

Ever since her girlfriend had agreed to be her partner for the Hotel, she’d talked about nothing but that particular subject. There were a ton of similar instances, but one in particular made Charlie wonder how she could’ve been so fucking oblivious.

Charlie was in her office, situated a couple of doors down from her bedroom, looking over the many different files she’d been sent by the graphic designer she’d hired to make advertisements for the hotel. She had looked at three of them so far, and still had plenty more to go. She was so laser-focused on her task that she hadn’t even realized Vaggie had entered the office until she had cleared her throat. “Vaggie, hey! I thought you were going out into the city,” she said, briefly looking up from her computer screen to make eye contact with her girlfriend before they dove right back to the screen, completely missing the fact that Vaggie was currently fighting back tears and was fiddling with her gloves, something she only did when something had really and truly upset her.

“I, uhh, I just got back.”

“How was it?” Charlie asked, shaking her head and frowning as she bypassed the advertisement she had been looking at, scribbling down a note to tell them she didn’t like that specific kind of design.

“It, well, umm, I kind of ran into my parents,” Vaggie said in a quiet tone. “I was actually wondering if you maybe had a minute? To talk? ‘Cause I really need to. Talk to you, I mean.”

Charlie sighed. “Sorry Vaggie. I wish I could, but the graphic designer just got back to me. I need to get through these advertisements for the hotel before tomorrow night. Could this wait until then?”

Vaggie blinked back her tears, sucking in a breath as her fidgeting increased. “Umm, you know what, it’s fine. I don’t want to disturb you or anything,” she responded dejectedly, swallowing past the lump in her throat.

“You sure?” Charlie asked, never even looking up at Vaggie. Instead, her eyes narrowed at the computer, as though it had personally offended her.

“I’m sure. I’ll see you later, Charlie. Try not to work too hard,” Vaggie said, exiting the office and shutting the door before she could hear Charlie’s reply.

“Fuuuuuuuck, I’m a horrible person. And an even worse partner!” Charlie whined, unable to comprehend just how she could be so focused on work she couldn’t even recognize that her girlfriend needed her. Instead, she ignored the fact that Vaggie had run into her parents (which, like, how the fuck?!) and had come to her, seeking her support, and Charlie brushed her off in favor of advertisements for a hotel that she didn’t even have an actual hotel for yet. “I’m such an idiot.”

Things were tense between them for the next couple of days, especially considering this was the first real fight they’d ever had. There had been plenty of playful arguments between them, like who got to choose the movie that night or where they should go to dinner, but never anything serious. This was the first time either of them had blown up at one another and become truly upset at the other.

It was killing both of them, but they didn’t want to admit it. At least, Vaggie didn’t. If Charlie wasn’t going to listen to her, then she didn’t see the point in interacting with the blonde.

She was hellbent on ignoring her, but Charlie was hellbent on doing whatever she could to make it up to Vaggie.

She’d tried apology letters, chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals, cards, drawings, her favorite snacks, heck, she even tried sending Razzle and Dazzle, but all of it remained outside of her girlfriend’s(?) door, completely untouched.

Charlie sighed, leaning her forehead against the door as she softly knocked on the door. “Vaggie, it’s me. Again. I know you’re mad at me and upset with me and probably a million other things, and you have every right to be. But I’m not giving up on you. I’m not giving up on us. I’ll apologize everyday if I have to, but please, please, talk to me. I miss you, and I promise to never let the hotel come in front of you again. You’re so much more important to me than some silly little hotel anyways. I don’t need it as much as I need y—”

She yelped in surprise as she fell forward, tripping over her feet as she hastily righted herself, looking at Vaggie and frowning at how out of sorts her girlfriend appeared to be.

“It’s not silly,” Vaggie said quietly, arms crossed over her chest as she studiously avoided Charlie’s gaze.

Charlie cracked a small smile. Despite how upset Vaggie was with her, she was still supporting her dream, and that little fact made her heart warm with adoration for the woman in front of her. “Can I come in?”

Vaggie nodded after a few seconds, stepping aside and allowing Charlie space to enter the room before she shut the door with an audible ‘click’. She made her way over to her bed, arms still crossed over her chest as her head turned in the opposite direction of Charlie. She felt the mattress dip as Charlie sat down, and an awkward silence filled the air between them.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie blurted out when the silence became more than she could bear. “I’m sorry I blew up at you, I’m sorry I put the hotel in front of you, I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you needed me, I’m just, I’m so so soooooooo sorry. For all of it.”

“Thank you,” Vaggie said, hesitantly looking over at Charlie. “I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?” Charlie asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“For not being honest with you. I should have told you how I felt instead of letting it grow into a bigger problem. I was just scared. I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t support you.”

“Oh, Vaggie,” Charlie said softly, scooching closer to Vaggie until she could take her hand in her own, squeezing it as she maintained eye contact with her girlfriend. “I could never think such a thing. Not when you’re the only one who’s been by my side, through all of the ups and downs. I couldn’t ask for a better partner, for me or for the hotel.”

Vaggie dove forward, wrapping her arms around Charlie, tightly, as she buried her face in the crook of Charlie’s neck and inhaled deeply, that familiar apple scent making her realize just how much she missed Charlie, making her feel like she was finally home.

Charlie instantly returned Vaggie’s embrace, forehead resting against Vaggie’s collarbone as she sagged against her, relief sweeping through her as she finally got to have Vaggie in her arms again.

The two of them remained intertwined with each other for a while longer, only pulling away when they heard Razzle and Dazzle at the doorway. They exchanged looks with one another and burst into giggles as the two goat demons frantically fled the scene, as if hoping they hadn’t been caught.

“Gosh, I’ve missed hearing that laugh,” Charlie said, loving finding the instant blush that rose to Vaggie’s cheeks absolutely adorable. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Can we please promise to never ever fight again? That was awful!

Vaggie chuckled, poking at Charlie until she laid down, burying herself in Charlie’s arms and resting her head atop Charlie’s shoulder, sighing in content as her girlfriend’s warmth and apple scent surrounded her once again.

“I don’t think we can make that promise, babe. Every couple fights, it’s a completely normal thing,” Vaggie explained, intertwining her fingers with Charlie’s and resting them on the blonde’s stomach, thumb automatically stroking Charlie’s hand.

Charlie pouted. “Well, can we at least promise to try our best not to hide our feelings from each other anymore?”

Vaggie thought about the offer for a moment. “I suppose we could.”

“Ok then. I, Charlie, promise to try to be as honest as possible when it comes to my feelings regarding my relationship with my protective girlfriend, Vaggie.”

“You’re such a goof,” Vaggie snorted, shrieking with laughter as Charlie started tickling her. “Ok, ok! I, Vaggie, promise to try to be as honest as possible when it comes to my feelings regarding my relationship with my adorkable girlfriend, Charlie.”

“There, now was that so hard?” Charlie asked, amusement seeping into her tone.

“Yes, it was,” Vaggie deadpanned.

“Do you want me to tickle you again? Because I will.”

“No, thank you. I’d just like to cuddle with my girlfriend. I’ve missed her.”

“I’ve missed me too.”

Vaggie playfully slapped Charlie’s stomach, giggling at her offended expression.

“Sheesh, so demanding. I suppose she’s missed you too.”

Vaggie arched an eyebrow, then slowly but deliberately pointed to the pile of apology gifts sitting outside her bedroom door.

“Ok, alright, she’s definitely missed you and is very sorry she ignored you and promises she won’t ever do it again.”

“And if she does?”

“Then her girlfriend has her permission to slap her upside the head.”

“Those are the terms?”

“Indeed, they are.”

“Hmm, I suppose they’re acceptable enough.”

Charlie grinned, a much more pleasant silence falling between them. Though there was something that was bugging Charlie. “Vaggie?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to tell me about your parents now?”

Vaggie sighed, cuddling closer to Charlie, playing with her girlfriend’s fingers. “Are you sure?”

Charlie’s heart broke at how small and unsure Vaggie sounded. She tightened her hold on the woman, silently vowing to never neglect Vaggie like that ever again. “I’m sure.”

She felt more than saw Vaggie’s nod.

“I was planning on surprising you with a frappuccino from Hell’s Coffee Shop because you’d been hard at work all day and I wanted to do something nice for you. I was on my way there after I’d gotten some new clothes for myself when someone bumped into me. When I saw them, I froze. I didn’t know what to think or do or say, so I stood there and stared at them until I realized they were talking to me. My parents weren’t, well, they were assholes, to be completely honest. My mom was never home, and when she was she didn’t pay us any attention whatsoever. My dad was an abusive alcoholic. Anything we did, we did wrong, and each time we were beaten on until he got tired of it and went back to his chair in the living room, drinking until he passed out. I always did my best to shield my little brother from it all, so I usually ended up taking the brunt of the abuse.”

Vaggie felt Charlie’s chest rumble as she growled, horns popping out of her head and tail curling protectively around her. She smiled despite herself, bringing Charlie’s hand up to her mouth and kissing the back of it.

“I don’t know why my parents were together in the first place, considering I’d never seen either of them show even an ounce of affection towards one another, but they were. My mom didn’t recognize me, but my dad did, and he started spewing all this shit about how I deserved to be down here because I was abnormal for liking other girls instead of guys, that I was a disgrace, a waste of space, that I was worthless and stupid and that he wishes I’d never been born in the first place. It’s nothing I haven’t heard from him before, but I guess it’s been so long since I had that it hit me harder than it otherwise would have.”

Charlie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sure, her dad was a bit absent from her life, but he’d always done his best, and he’d certainly never said anything like that to her. To hear that Vaggie was used to this kind of treatment only served to further break her heart, while also explaining so many things.

It explained why Vaggie would flinch whenever Charlie used her hands to tell a story, especially in the beginning. It explained why Vaggie was so shy and unsure of herself whenever Charlie complimented her. It explained why Vaggie was so protective of her when they were out together in public. It explained why Vaggie was able to hide her true emotions so well.

It was all because of the way she’d been raised. She’d been raised to believe when someone’s arms were raised, she’d get hurt. She’d been raised to believe she wasn’t worthy of compliments. She’d been raised in an environment where her first and only priority was to shield those she cared about. She’d been raised to keep her emotions tucked away unless she wanted to get into even deeper trouble.

Charlie hadn’t ever really understood hatred, but she certainly did now. She hated Vaggie’s parents. Loathed them. Despised them. Wanted to rip them to shreds again and again and again for hurting her beloved.

“They left pretty quickly after that, but not before my mom gave me one of those ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ looks while my dad just kept muttering insults towards me under his breath. I guess I blanked out, ‘cause the next thing I remember is walking to your office. And, well, you know the rest,” Vaggie said, tone softening so much by the last sentence Charlie could barely make out the words.

But she did, and it pained Charlie all over again to think she could have been such an oblivious idiot. Despite not knowing everything she wanted to know about Vaggie, she did know how to recognize what her partner was feeling. She’d gotten much more adept at that when she started becoming friends with Vaggie, and even more so when they started dating.

“I’m so so sooooooo sorry, Vaggie. I promise I won’t ignore you like that ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever mmph!”

Vaggie placed her hand over Charlie’s mouth, surprising her and effectively rendering her silent. “You don’t need to keep apologizing, querida. Ya te he perdonado.” [dear. I have already forgiven you]

“I don’t understand much of that, but based on your smile I’m guessing it’s a good thing?”

Vaggie chuckled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Charlie’s clothed sternum, where she could feel and hear her heart beating, the rate picking up as Vaggie placed her lips against her girlfriend. “Yes, hun, it’s a good thing.”

Charlie beamed, squishing Vaggie even tighter against her side. “You don’t have to elaborate if you don’t want to, but you mentioned something about siblings?”

“Hmm, yeah. I don’t really remember much about my older siblings, because they ditched as soon as they were old enough to, but my younger brother, well, he was my everything. I practically raised him, because both of our parents were shit asses who didn’t want to take care of another child. I changed all of his diapers, fed him every meal, soothed all of his tantrums. I potty trained him, taught him how to read and write and spell, took him to school and picked him up everyday. I hid him in our room whenever my dad would get angry, forbidding him to come out until I told him our little secret code. I came up with it after one of his favorite books, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. I’d say ‘If you’ll believe in me then I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain?’ and he’d respond ‘Yes, if you like.’ He was such a smart kid, and one that was much kinder and gentler and sweeter than anyone deserved, including me. You remind me of him.”

“I do?”

Vaggie nodded. “When I was killed, he was only fourteen, and he was all I was thinking about when it happened. He didn’t deserve to be left alone with our parents, especially our dad. I can only hope that he got out and made a life for himself, and that he didn’t let what happened to me stop him from living his own life. He’d be well into his twenties by now. I wish I could check on him, even for a moment, to see how he’d turned out, to see if he was alright without me.”

Charlie leaned down to press a flurry of soft kisses to the top of Vaggie’s head, hand stroking up and down her back in what she hoped was a comforting motion. “I know you said not to, but I’m really-super-duper-completely-totally sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about any of this.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing, sweetie. All is forgiven.”

“Pinky promise?” Charlie asked, completely serious as she held her pinky out.

Vaggie rolled her eye fondly, but nonetheless wrapped her pinky around Charlie’s. “Pinky promise.”

“Good,” Charlie exhaled in relief, jaw creaking as she let out a huge and unexpected yawn.

Vaggie chuckled, proceeding to pull the covers out from under them, having to poke and prod at Charlie to get her to move so she could, and then pulled them over top of the two of them, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Charlie to fall asleep once she began yawning. Sure enough, within seconds, Vaggie felt Charlie’s grip on her beginning to lax. “Goodnight, Charlie.”

“Mmm, ‘night Vaggie,” she murmured sleepily, snuggling closer to her girlfriend.

The two of them fell asleep in each other’s embrace, content with the knowledge that as long as they had one another and communicated, they could get through anything that came their way.

Thank you for reading! And here's the AO3 link as well!

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[rileyclaw]

Hii! First off i just want to I'm such a big fan of your art and animatics! Your art is just so expressive and unique its addicting to look at 💞💞

I was wondering if you could go over how your process or tutorial in making an animatic? Whenever I try to start to make one, I get jumbled up and end up ditching it lol

I'm sorry if you get this question a lot 😭

So sorry it took me so long to answer this- I was in a Busy time (diseaseridden with covid and being punched by finals) when I got the ask and wanted to answer it with some stuff Im using for my next TOH animatic!!

I'll say one thing first: I get jumbled up and ditch so many animatics. For every one animatic I release, there are three to five more I have that have NEVER seen the light of day (yet). And that's okay!! It's fun just to make them for me, and I hope it is for you too!! Animatics are scary because if you're working on it alone, it can be really hard to be your own cheerleader to keep up the mojo to keep going. So that makes it really special when there is that project that makes it to the finish line- cuz you can look at it and go "holy crap I made this. holy crap i MADE that look how SICK that is dude!! all that work and look at the turnout!!"

The following stuffh is just my personal process and is by no means representative of a professional animation pipeline, but this works for me as a Lonely Artist! It all begins with the idea - whether it's a song, or just a story you wanna tell. In the case of the one I'm gonna demo here with , I wanted to animate Hunter's first day as Del's apprentice!

The first thing I did was write a script. Not fancy or AO3-quality, but enough that I understand the pacing and the visuals of each shot. I usually just put this in a doc or put it in a script format, if I feel fancy.

Then, I take that script and find music that I think would fit for it- and remix it (if needed) to fit the pacing/mood/etc! This is what this new animatic looked like before I began ANY artwork- this is a me thing because I'm super inspired by audio as opposed to visuals first. But you might be different- this is just how I like working personally!

Then begins the research! I find references for characters, background layouts, and create a style guide for the animatic that tells me how thick lines will be for characters, backgrounds, if there'll be tons of value or no. I make a turnaround for each character so I can refer to them because Im gonna be drawing them over and over a LOT and want to be consistent! Luckily TOH has no shortage of references, so I based my work off them.

THEN, I can begin drawing. I'm a little,,, (a lot) ADHD and may not always do this process, but if you're new to animatics or daunted by the task at hand, make beat boards of the entire project.

This is just a page of rough thumbnails that get your visual idea down - look how rough and quick these are!! I try not to spend over a minute on each beat board if I dont have to, unless it's a particularly complex shot.

When it gets to the stage where you're ready to begin the actual scenes, I personally tend to do backgrounds first because I like to set characters into backgrounds - and for every animatic, I have the Awkward Blue Sketch Stage which is basically my beat boards timed out as an animatic.

I used Storyboard Pro for this (Toonboom, not free ): icky), but the process can be replicated across most art platforms in whichever way you feel most comfy with! This is so I can time the drawings before I devote time cleaning them up-- which can make for some Pretty Funny looking little guys but theyre important!! trust!!

Once a big sequence of shots is cleaned up (I usually do 40-60 second chunks at a time), I export the .mov and send it to my editing program (which in this case is still Premiere Pro) - and then repeat this process again and again until.. it's done??

Here's like a TL;DR list of basically everything I said summed up:

• Make a loose script or bulletin of the idea! Do your research!

• Depending on what kind of animatic you're making, time it to music!

• Make a beat board of very loose gestures for your shots, and time them - then move on to refinement & cleanup!

• Combine all shots, refine music cues and timings, add any last needed VFX, and export!

There's no secret recipe or anything, it's just learning a pipeline that best suits you, whether it is for something professional or something you want to make for fun because you just love to make!!

#riley talks #long post #SORRY ITS LONG but i couldnt just put a bulletin list like “this is the ONLY method that works” bc thats not true!!! #everyone works diferently especially artists #and this is just my specific method of working #im very fortunate to have programs that make animatic-making a little easier #so i hope whoever wishes to make one in the future finds something that works well for them!! i have a blast making storyboards/animatics!! #text post #ask #tutorial #idk how to tag this lol

[cbsxreader]

scout and sniper (seperate) x reader where reader is like ms pauling’s bestie/and or reader works for The Administrator and one day reader takes a shift for Ms Pauling and that’s how they meet scout/sniper ? kinda like a slow burn thing snd readr is like painfully oblivious 😭 thanks! and if you can’t complete the request don’t feel pressured to <3

Sure!

(Be prepared, I got way too carried away cus I really liked this idea hehe)

Scout and Sniper falling for reader who's Ms. Pauling's bestie!

Scout

He isn't thrilled at hearing that someone is replacing Ms. Pauling for a day. Mainly because, y'know, he's in love with her and he won't get to see her.

After the announcement given by Ms. Pauling, Scout follows her like a sad puppy, asking why she's having her shift being taken by someone else. Is she getting fired? Is she getting a vacation with the help of some miracle? Does she not like working with them anymore? Pauling has to reassure him that it's just a shift change and nothing else before leaving Scout with his thoughts.

And suddenly, he finds himself in a dilemma. If he flirts with you, he's cheating on Pauling. But she doesn't love him back, so if he tried to flirt with you, maybe he would have a chance at finding love?

When you arrive at the base, Scout is the first person you see, since he's standing right by the door, anticipating your arrival.

"Hey, toots! You must be the one who's stepping in for Pauling, right?" He greets you with a smile.

"Yes, I am. You must be the Scout." You confirm.

"The one and only! Now, how about I show you the team and the base?" He asks, eager to show you around.

Despite you already knowing about the mercenaries and knowing the entire base's layout from cameras, you accept his request.

Scout slightly bashes his teammates as he's talking to you about them and seems to dwell more on himself than everyone else. The base tour wasn't the best either, he constantly missed stuff or didn't assign something correctly just because he couldn't read or didn't know what the room was for. Not to mention him randomly throwing pick-up lines and compliments at you.

When you tell Scout that you actually need to go and do some work, he follows you around, still pestering you and going to see what you're doing.

He's disappointed to see you go so soon at the end of the day. He asks you again and again if you will ever take another shift for Pauling or help her with something around the base.

"Well, you never know what kind of a job you could get working here. Maybe the Administrator will think on it because of your warm welcome!"

You assure him that there's a chance you two will meet again before leaving. Scout watches you as you leave, hoping to get an opurtunity to talk to you again.

When you meet Pauling again, she asks you how your day went, and the first thing that comes to your mind is Scout.

"Damn, you weren't kidding, he really has a motormouth. Does he ever stop talking?" You ask.

"Haven't lived to see it."

Scout spends way more time thinking about you than he should. You've only met one time, why was he so obsessed over you? Maybe because you were warmer, more open than Pauling was to him. Maybe this was a sign to move on.

Days and, eventually, weeks go by without him seeing you. He ends up asking Pauling where you've been, which she sees as a nice change of pace instead of him flirting with her and trying to ask her out on a date.

So, when you make another appearance in the base, he's by your side like a dog, happy to see you. Once again, he's on your tail, flirting and complimenting you.

After a few more visits, you open up to him, having more heart-to-heart conversations with him. The conversations are genuinely light and fun, making Scout realize how one-sided his love with Pauling was.

The more time Scout spends with you, the more he misses you when you're away. There are rare times where all he can think about is you and actually is kinda quiet. It's just that he's used to seeing Puling so often, but since you aren't technically working with the mercenaries, it's unusual for him to see you come over so rarely.

Scout can hardly contain his love for you, eventually, an idea comes to his mind, he could ask Ms. Pauling to help keep you two in touch. Sometimes Pauling acts as a simple messenger, repeating Scout's words to you or taking one of his gifts to you.

Pauling sees Scout coming towards her with a bouquet "No, Scout, I don't want flowers.'' She denies.

"They're not for you, they're for Y/n.." Scout says, slightly embarrassed.

Pauling's eyes widen in shock, but she's still glad the flowers weren't for her "Oh, okay. I'll get this to them."

When Ms. Pauling reaches you again, giving you Scout's gift.

"Wow, he must really want to welcome me with open arms, he's been giving me gifts every time I've seen him!" You say, adding the flowers to the pile of gifts he has given you.

Pauling knows Scout has a crush on you, but decides to not say anything about it to you, so you can figure it out by yourself.

He always tries to confess last minute, or ends up being interrupted before he can deliver those final, meaning words.

Until, one time, before you can even reach the base's door, he just confesses, blushing madly. It leaves you both surprised at the moment and how quickly it unfolds. But it also explains a lot to you.

For the rest of the day, you freely let him follow you, letting him talk his heart out to you.

Sniper

He kind of doesn't care that Ms. Pauling's shift gets taken by someone else. All that matters to him is that you don't screw anything up when the time comes for you to see what the team is like.

"Remember, if there's someone who shows up in purple uniform, in a black car, on Tuesday, 08.00 a.m. sharp, that's who's taking my shift."

The reassurance of Pauling suddenly felt needed to Sniper, maybe she's telling them this because someone else could replace you and would need to be caught. Sniper brushes off the anxiety though and goes to do whatever he needs to.

When the day comes, Sniper is the one who decides to keep look-out, waiting for you to arrive in his tower. He spots a black car, you step out. Sniper views you through his scope, going over Ms. Paulings announcement.

Purple uniform. Black car. It's a Tuesday... Sniper lifts his head and looks at his watch. Just a few seconds after 08.00 a.m.

His anxiety eases, watching you go to the base's front door and greeting the other mercenaries. Not wanting to get too involved, Sniper decides to not come down. You're going to be here for one shift and he doesn't like new people and socializing, there was no need for a connection between you two.

A few hours later, in his camper, Sniper hears some knocking. He groggily walks up to the door, expecting one of his teammates to bother him, only to find you standing outside.

"Good day, you're Sniper, right?" You ask.

"Yeah." He gives a short, simple answer, again, not wanting to create a bond with you.

"I'm Y/n. The other mercenaries asked if you could join them for lunch." You quickly introduce yourself and reveal what you came to him for.

"Oi'll make my own, thanks." He says.

"Engie made a brisket that took him hours, he would appreciate it if you joined everyone else to try it!" Your tone is more sincere, trying to convince Sniper.

"What buisness do you have in what my teammates would appreciate that Oi do?" Sniper asks, voice stern and filled with suspicion.

"I'm taking Pauling's shift and a part of her job is ensuring that you have a strong team bond! And that's my job today, so I actually do have to step in your relationships as teammates." You explain in a more serious voice, reminding Sniper he should respect you just like he respects Pauling.

The explanation and change of tone in your voice convinces him enough to leave his camper and join the rest of his team for lunch. For the rest of the day, he carefully observes you and the other team members, looking for anything that may be off about you.

After your shift is over, Sniper doesn't even notice when you go do other stuff. He had achieved his goal of not getting in your way too much and he doesn't mind it's the first and last time he sees you.

Sniper kind of forgets about you in like, a week or two, only occasionally getting reminded that you exist by his teammates mentioning you. That is, until he picks up the contractor one day and hears your voice.

"Hey, Sniper! You remember me, Y/n, right?" You quickly ask.

He confirms he still knows who you are. He listens to you as you tell him about his contract, but after the contractor disconnects, he becomes suspicious again, trying to reach out to Pauling and asking her if he can accept contracts from you. Pauling, once again, reassures him, telling him it's just like receiving a contract from her.

Now Sniper is used to getting contracts from both of you. But after some contracts, he starts to act differently without him noticing. He starts to eagerly pick up the contractor, as if he's bored and needs something to do.

With Pauling on the other end he greets her with "Oh, G'day Pauling." And you with "Hey, Y/n! Got another contract for me?" He seems to sub-conciously open up to you, using more friendly language.

It's only when he's visibly a bit disappointed when Pauling gives him a contract, but his spirit lifts when you give him one when he realizes there's something special about you. He can't put a finger on it, but the feeling is warm and makes him want to talk to you and hear your voice.

And then, a slip up from Sniper showed him what that feeling was. After you tell him about the contract, he thinks for a bit before accepting it.

"Don't worry, love. You've chosen the roight man for the job."

"Love?"

"..."

"Sniper?-"

After a moment of akward silence, Sniper hangs up, leaving you confused. He suddenly got embarrased, his face flushing and heartbeat becoming faster. "Fuck, why did I say THAT???"

The incident doesn't bother him too much. Until you show up at the base again. Seeing you in person suddenly makes him nervous and he slightly shakes as you talk to him. Sniper secretly wants you to stick around and when you go do something else all he's left with is a lingering feeling.

Of course, he denies these feelings, not wanting to mix his love life with work. Sniper pushes his affection for you aside, bottling it up. But his crush overwhelms him too much for it to be ignored. Maybe he just needs to think to himself for a bit.

You just chat with Pauling about the mercenaries, when out of the corner of your eye, something shines way up high. You turn your head to the little shine, seeing it's in Sniper's tower. Suddenly, it disappears and Sniper, too, is nowhere in sight. Despite him turning off his laser, the light reflecting from the scope's glass still made you look up at him. Sniper sits on the floor, embarrased that you caught him spying on you. The fact that he had decided to look at you and got flustered when you noticed his stalking was enough for Sniper to realize there really was something special abaout you.

Meanwhile, down on the ground. "Does he do that to everyone?" You ask Pauling, confused.

"Well, in my first few weeks he did that too, so he's probably just still suspicious of you." Pauling explains and you shrug.

It takes him a good month or even two to do something about his feelings towards you. And during that time, he loses a lot of sleep, thinking about how he should confess, if he should confess, how the relationship would be taken further, etc.

Sniper EVENTUALLY invites you over for coffee with the help of Ms. Pauling. You both talk for a bit before you have to leave again to take care of the Administrator's buisness. By then, Sniper is sick of himself being too nervous to tell you about his feelings and gives you a speedy confession while blushing.

You're both kind of surprised, looking at each other with wide eyes for a little moment. After the akward silence passes, you invite him for a date. He's surprised that you feel the same, but glad to have you by his side.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x reader requests #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 sniper #freak fortress #tf2 sniper x reader

[judjira]

the college

tags: fluff pairing: reader x mina after hours wc: 1861 back to masterlist

“Aaaand done.”

That’s your last lab report done for the night. Thank God, your university has a 24/7 study hall. You wouldn’t have been able to get any of this done at your apartment.

The study hall is chilly, but then it always is because the administration has no idea what temperature regulation is. The fluorescent lights are actually of a rather warm color, allowing you to read and process at a rather consistent pace.

Your lab reports, rather neat if you do say so yourself, are handwritten, thanks to the demands of your rather uptight professor. You even get detractions for not having your letters being written straight. Which has caused you to spend an outrageous amount of time making sure your margins are correct, your layout is neat, and your formulae are even.

It’s a bit of a mindless exercise in futility, but you have to admit, it is kind of satisfying to look at your finished lab reports and their neatness. Certainly a gratifying reminder of how many hours you’ve spent redoing lines and numbers as compared to actually studying the formulae required for this lesson.

At this hour, the study hall isn’t quite what it is in the morning, when the full hustle and bustle of the university has students scrambling from class to class, cramming reports, and studying for exams.

Still, it’s a nice change of pace from that, with barely a soul inside, besides you and some other woeful student, busy typing something down on their laptop.

It’s a nice shelter from the real world, outside the walls of the university, where you get to witness the essence of human experience in its worst forms.

But also its best forms, too.

You bid your farewell to the night shift guard, who scans your ID and nods at you in acknowledgment.

If the study hall was quiet, with only the whirring of the air conditioner and the occasional flip of a page, outside is silence incarnate. The university, with its open-air walkways and open courtyards and gardens, is almost soullessly silent, the only sounds echoing being your footsteps.

There are barely any lights, the building all mostly closed, with only street lamps that illuminate the open walkways and fluorescent pin lights to guide through the closed hallways.

Idly, you wonder what there is beyond this. Beyond open books and laptops, lecturing teachers and noisy students, oral quizzes and final exams. It’s hard to imagine what life is like beyond what you know.

But you’ll get there eventually. And soon, all this will be gone. No more cramming late night papers, no more last minute studying for exams, no more frustrating group works where you do all the work.

As much as the work is frustrating and irritating and sometimes makes you want to jump off a building, you know there is only so much of it left before it becomes real.

And so, you make the odd, but sincere decision to savor it.

You cross another hallway, towards the campus gates, and hear the rattling of cans nearby, as well as some aggravated shouting.

“Stupid—fucking—ugh!”

The last word is punctuated by a slam, and you wince in response.

It’s not uncommon to see fellow students in the area, especially at this time, during finals season when everyone is struggling to meet their academic demands.

Turning the corner, you see the source of the noise.

A girl, with long blonde hair, wearing a bomber jacket and waist high jeans, is slamming on a vending machine, as the drink she’s evidently ordered is stuck.

It’s quite the break from the silence of the night. She is a break.

Because even her form, pristine and elegant blonde hair, almost glowing bomber jacket with decals, and the studs on her boots shining from the vending machine light, break the quiet monotony of your vision.

And then she punches the vending machine glass. You can swear you hear it crack, and you let out a squeak.

Then her head swivels in your direction, eyes screaming bloody murder. Her teeth are gritting, nostrils flared, and she’s clenching her fists so hard, you’d think they were bleeding.

Then she notices who it is.

And her whole body relaxes.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

You chance a hesitant wave.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mina.”

Her eyes untense and take in your form lazily, her lips quirk up into that lazy smirk you know her for, and her fists unclench and breathe.

Simultaneously, you unclench and breathe, as the anger she’s so known for is not directed towards you.

“I kinda expected to see you around here.”

Mina is…not someone you thought you would’ve become friends with.

She was your classmate a total of once, and in that one time you became paired for a project. The rest is somewhat history. If you can call last semester history.

The thing is, however, you and Mina are not…what people think of when they say the word friends.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, hm?”

You prod, walking forward towards her, her form illuminated by the glow of the vending machine. Mina shrugs.

“Just figured you’d be here studying somewhere is all.”

Of course, that would be fine, but then she has to continue.

“You’re a nerd, so…”

You sigh. The way Mina has so effortlessly dubbed you as a nerd reminds you of 90s highschool romcom movies and their tropes with nerds and jocks and punks. It is a bit of a cheesy way to refer to you, it is the 21st century after all, but you’ve never minded.

That’s the thing between you and Mina. To all eyes, except yours and hers, she is the stock trope and character of a bully, mirroring your somewhat admittable inclinations towards being a nerd.

But you know the real Mina.

“What’re you tryna get?”

“Hm? Just some Red Bull…cramming a paper.”

You raise an eyebrow. Mina’s never been one to put effort into her grades. It’s kind of what she’s known for, and you learned that firsthand when you were paired with her.

“Really, now?”

You see her eyebrows twinge in annoyance as she turns her attention back to the vending machine.

“What’s it to you?”

Her voice rings of…embarrassment. As it usually does.

“Well, I could have sworn you said you submitted all your papers already.”

And then, the subtle flush of her cheeks, caught in the act. But you play it out a little more.

“Ah, well, if you’re going to work on a paper, might as well leave you to it. I’m done for the day. So, I guess I’ll see you—”

Then her hand latches onto your wrist.

Her face steams of red, her eyes unwilling to look into yours, and her lips twisting into an unwilling frown.

She mumbles.

“I didn’t quite catch that.”

Then, she huffs, clears her throat, and crosses her arms.

“…I was waiting for you, okay? Are you happy?”

You laugh. Yes, you are happy.

No, not a lot of people will believe it if you say that Myoui Mina, batch delinquent and all-around truant, has a crush on you. Which is funny, since Mina does her best to hide that fact.

Not that she’s any good at hiding it.

“…I was…trying to get you some coffee.”

Mina admits, with a hand scratching behind her head sheepishly and her eyes pointedly looking anywhere but you, and your heart soars.

“And why would you do that?”

You tease, because you love to tease. The way Mina’s cheeks bloom red and her stutter comes up and her arms cross and fingers fidget.

It’s all so noisy.

And the way it disrupts the evening still, the studious calm, the college silence, is a blessing that you give your thanks for, everyday Mina is with you.

“…urgh, you’re impossible.”

Mina turns to leave, her cheeks about to burn if they turn any redder.

You laugh, and grasp her wrist, mirroring her earlier actions.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. You just make it so easy.”

Mina grumbles, as she is wont to do, and she scratches the back of her head again.

“Did you finish your work?”

You did, and nod to affirm that fact.

This was probably one of the hardest semesters you’ve ever had, and to have finally finished the last requirement fills you with a certain bliss you can’t even begin to describe.

“…I’m proud of you.”

And there it is. As she speaks, you see it bloom.

That cacophonous, reverberating, turbulent smile.

The smile that rings through your ears, disrupting any semblance of silence that maintains you throughout your days in school. It rings and echoes, yells and hollers, sings and screams, until you cannot hear anything else.

And you love it.

“…thanks, Minari.”

Then, her cheeks color pink like the rosiest sunset of the year, and you are smitten.

“I mean, it’s you, of all people. ‘Course you were gonna finish the sem.”

Even though she turns her face away, as she does when she speaks of anything positive, you take in her affirmations like water to a thirsty soul.

Mina, of all people, knows how much you’ve struggled. How you’ve toiled and troubled over every single paper, quiz, and grade. How often you stumbled in seeing your self-worth. How you clawed your way to excellence.

She was there for it all, after all.

At your side when you studied to body double. Offering you snacks and drinks to keep you hydrated and full. Reminding you to take breaks.

Every time you felt the silence would overtake you, Mina was there, in all her thunderous presence, there to shake you back into reality.

And you couldn’t be more thankful.

“If you say any more about me, Miss Myoui, I might think you have a crush on me.”

She scowls, and even her scowls are resplendent and vibrant.

“…is that a bad thing?”

But then, you hear it.

The hesitation. The embarrassment. The shame.

A moment of silence threatening to overcome her noise.

And quickly, you reassure her.

Your hand slips into hers.

“No.”

No, her noise is welcome.

In a universe where the great void of space is nothing but silence immaculate, with nothing to disturb it, Mina’s noise, above all things, is what you cherish.

“I think it’s nice.”

The hesitation goes. And the embarrassment. And the shame.

And suddenly, your Mina is back again, turning her face to the ground, eyes locked on your hand in hers, lips trying to stifle the smile that comes to her lips.

“…okay.”

Yes, this is okay.

“You wanna grab a bite to eat?”

Mina looks up. She looks at you.

Her eyes soften. Her lips curl. Her cheeks bloom.

And your world explodes into sound.

“Yeah.”

Nights are quiet. They usually are, in the university. It’s something you’ve learned to live with.

“Y’know, you can enter the library. You don’t have to be a weirdo and creep around the entrance, waiting for me.”

“…that’d ruin my reputation.”

“Alright, weirdo.”

“I’m so done with you.”

But when Mina is there, you find that you prefer the noise a little more.

#after hours #twice fic #twice fanfic #twice imagines #twice x reader #mina x reader

[artofalassa]

Tiny Update - WWL/TDDU + PINS

First off - thank you SO very much to all of you leaving lovely comments in the tags on the last (and any other) part(s) of Til Death Do Us / Wolfwood Lives AU.

How's the comic doing?

I decided to favor myself enjoying the work on it instead of spitting it all out asap and having it finished for May. No more zine ready in May for Animefest happening, unfortunately. It's too much pressure and I just. I wouldn't like it. The comic would suffer - both in terms of writing and art. Not to mention I don't ever want to pressure one of my best buds and my personal editor @Squeemu.

This way I can still think of the script a bit more, add new little ideas, enjoy preparing the layout and draw each of the faces in my own time. And maybe splash some colours into some other parts as well again. 👀 I MISS COLOURING STUFF SO MUCH.

The slower pace will also let me rest from time to time, maybe play a videogame and maybe not go crazy when 7R2 is out and I'll be biting table about it, bc I SHOULD BE DRAWING THE COMIC, bc I only have xy days til the end of April. (Trust me, it did happen, I went to bed counting pages, matching them to days in my head over and over and over.... and then broke down.)

So. That said - we are progressing quite nicely now! Even with the crazy amount of storyboarding work I had in Jan/Feb. I am having fun, I LOVE drawing the part I'm working on rn.

What about the PINS?!

Good question! The data's in the manu atm. However, as China's still celebrating Lunar New Year, the factories are closed. But - the break should end on 20th. So we should get some news soon. :)

#info #wolfwood lives au

[guildwuff2]

(Adapting and reposting this from a twitter thread I wrote in 2021 before it all exploded. Happy Wintersday!)

How Do Bells? A Wintersday Mini Guide

tl;dr: Most important things are to keep your pace, listen to the other parts, find the sweet spot of when you gotta press the button, and bring a buttload of karma boosters in with you. But, for a more in-depth explanation:

First things first, figure out what difficulty you're comfortable with! Low is easy, mid is, well, mid, and upper is a little more difficult, though different folks have their own preferences or idea of difficulty. Try each one out and see which one you like most (I like upper the most since I can hear them most easily).

Match the tempo. You get a a measure or two of metronome before you start, and that helps ya pace yourself out. It's more useful in the beginning when you're always on the first beat, but it gets a lil more complicated towards the last songs. tap your foot if it helps!

Listen to the other parts. Often times you'll be able to hear where your part fits in with the other players, and if they know their parts well, they can help you keep pace if you take cues from them. The BEST is when you get a stage for yourself and you hear the other parts played correctly by default-- if you're still figuring things out, try getting a solo stage and practice!

Find the sweet spot. The notes follow a guitar hero layout, but they work a bit differently; you gotta wait for the note to cross the white line into the blue circle and then "pop", and you get about a solid second or so of wiggle room to play the note (you can kinda see this in the gif). Remember to pace yourself, go by the tempo and listen to the other parts, those might help you figure out when to press your notes.

EXTRA ADVICE: bring karma! Banner, food, utility, guild hall, booster, and bonfire if you can get it! Also if your game lags, the notes will show up in the wrong order, but if you remember the notes and the order they'll still count-- being able to listen for your part and tempo by ear will help a bunch when dealing with a funky connection.

Hope this all helps! I'll try to respond to any further questions in the replies if folks have 'em. Best of luck!

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #wintersday #gw2 wintersday #gw2 bells #wintersday bells #tbh i ain't sure how to tag this but #enjoy the really old gif

[merakiui]

thinking about scaramouche who, after being defeated by the traveler and nahida, never regains consciousness in teyvat and instead wakes in another world entirely (a world from one of yae publishing house's light novels LOL). at first it seems fine because surely, even if he's reborn, he can still claw his way to the top and attain unfathomable power, yes?

wrong. very wrong.

scaramouche finds that in this particular world he is a nobody peasant working as a measly servant for an all-powerful monarch (you). given his position as a harbinger, he rarely had time to entertain such foolish pastimes as reading silly light novels, so he has no idea what sort of plot this world follows and whether you're a kind-hearted monarch or a tyrant. he supposes he should lie low for now until he learns more about this place and the people in it.

if only it were that easy.

some of the servants are rather cruel to him, and because scaramouche has never truly had to serve others before (rather it was the other way around) he's unaccustomed to the fast-paced lifestyle of a servant. the others like to tease and bully him, making him seem inept by slyly tripping him in the halls when important figures are around or by conveniently forgetting to notify him of his duties for the day so he's left to wander the palace aimlessly. he's scolded nearly every day and he hates feeling beneath everyone. scaramouche is one more "harmless mistake" away from committing the worst atrocity in all of history when he realizes that, if he really wants power, he shouldn't wait around like a fool! he's lord scaramouche, after all! how dare they make a mighty figure such as he get on his hands and knees and scrub mud from the floor tiles?!

his plan is rather simple: if he can work his way up through the ranks of servants and earn your trust, he will have his chance at assassinating you and taking the throne for himself. all he needs to do is become your personal butler and then he'll have far more access to you than he does now. currently, he's only caught glimpses of you or listened in on conversations in which you were the subject. your staff speak so highly of you. perhaps this will be easier than he thought.

but then, on the night of your birthday gala, someone tries to kill you. scaramouche, infuriated that there's someone else who might try to steal his spot at everlasting glory and kingship, is quick to defend you. he's only thinking of his own selfish goals when he does this, but everyone else sees his potential. tonight, he's proven to everyone that he is highly adept in combat. your would-be assassin flees and scaramouche attempts to pursue them, only to lose sight of them as they blend into the inky vastness of the night. he's so frustrated. if he had his power and strength from his original world, that person would have been dead the moment they stepped into his line of sight. he's silently fuming as he stands on the balcony overlooking the forest and town beyond the palace, assessing his next move.

he doesn't get too far into his thoughts before a cheerful round of applause is thundering through the ballroom, and he whirls on his heel, stupefied. they're...cheering for him. for him. because he's saved your life. because he's proven not only loyalty but strength.

scaramouche goes from a nobody servant to a hero in the span of one evening and you, so touched by his quickness to protect, appoint him as a knight. tomorrow morning, bright and early, he'll begin honing his skills alongside the rest of the royal military. this may not have been part of his original plan, but it's a solid start. even if he doesn't become your personal butler, he can work towards becoming one of your few most trusted personal attendants. and now that he has access to weaponry with this newfound position (and has memorized the layout of the palace) he will be unstoppable in his pursuits!

if scaramouche had read the light novel, he would know that it's a romance between monarch and knight. but with his murderous scheme, it's going to quickly become a different genre...

#meraki mumbles #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche from teyvat: i have ended bloodlines. i have brought ruin to all i have encountered. bow to me!!!! >:) #scaramouche in the light novel world: my weapon is a broom and some cleaning supplies. i will end the existence of every stain i see >:) #forgive all of my excessive scaraposting #he's so fine and i need him orz

[ronearoundblindly]

Hello 😇 I'm not sure why but heart would MELT upon seeing Steve giving Precious some of ⛑ oooooor Ari and his girl getting/giving some 🥰 Hope you're doing well - and no pressure (those scenarios already live rent-free in my head)

(Steve and Precious will be posted separately and linked back here when it's done, but I got too excited because I pretty much just eased myself to sleep by writing this...Enjoy!)

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader

Post-Nightmare Cuddles, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

Warnings for mild suggestive language. WC 620

It’s been a long, long time since Ari had a nightmare.

He’s not sure how he managed it. Perhaps work and personal things just took over his mind for so long that thoughts back to life in the military were kept at bay. Perhaps he ate something too spicy tonight. Who the hell knows.

You certainly don’t. You don’t know because you’re not in bed when Ari jolts awake covered in sweat and shivering.

He fixed the A/C a week ago and you both have been basking in the frigid glory, piling blankets on, using it as an excuse to snuggle up close skin-to-skin, but not now.

It takes him a long minute to catch his breath. He can’t tell if he shouted, if he made any noise at all, or honestly, if he’s even in the place he thinks he’s in because it’s dark and he’s disoriented and alone. He sleeps over, but none of Ari’s stuff is in your house. His one set of clothes on a chair to his right is the dead giveaway.

He tries to call for you. Nothing comes out of his vice-gripped lungs, so he tosses the bed layers aside and fumbles around the not-quite-familiar layout until he approaches the living room light, squinting.

He didn’t hold back his heavy footsteps, and you’re huffing before looking up from your laptop.

“I’m almost done, I swear. There’s just one thing I—“

The instant your eyes land on Ari it’s as if a completely different type of bomb goes off, something silent but no less devastating.

You don’t close the laptop. It’s haphazardously tossed to the opposite corner of the couch and the throw across your lap drops to the floor.

You’re in his arms lightning fast, and Ari’s just…grateful.

He drapes the full weight of his arms over your shoulders and back, resting his chin on your head, taking in how you’re there and real and warm compared to the empty, cold air everywhere else. He heaves out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and feels lighter, more human, almost magically.

He’s grateful still when you don’t ask him anything else. You just squeeze him gently and run your hands across his bare back, letting him breathe, making him live.

Finally, when his heart rate slows a little and he shifts to kiss your forehead instead, his beard soft and scratchy all at once, you give a sweet little tap to his butt.

“Let me just turn this stuff off. I’m right behind you, okay?”

Ari hangs on for a few more seconds before releasing you and shuffling back down the hall. He hears the snap of the laptop and click of the light switch prior to his foot even crossing the bedroom threshold, and you hustle in so fast that you both pull back covers at the same time.

You follow his lead on getting situated, Ari choosing you to hold him now, on your sides, your arm beneath his head, his face nuzzled to your chest, and your leg thrown over his hip. His top hand roams your waist and back for a minute as you feel everything around slow. His chest rises less and falls farther, his arm gets heavy and stops. Your own heart beats like uneven clockwork, lulling him into a softer pace of reality.

It can be reality, he thinks, and not be a nightmare. Those aren’t his only memories.

He can see the good ones more clearly when you’re here though. You are the good memories, and you’ll be in his good dreams, too.

Ari falls back to sleep with your fingers gliding through his hair, happily smothered in your sleepy comfort.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters."

Thank you for asking!

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OPEN / CLOSED

Hewwo beautiful people! I'm hosting this little collab because it seemed like a fun idea to do something a little icky. And it'll be my first collab on my new blog. Very excited to share. (also if you knew me from @fuwushiguro yes I'm going to be using the same collab layout and linking to the rules on that blog hehe). Anyway, stay toxic hotties 💚

(mdni banner by @benkeibear !)

How This Collab Works

So basically all you have to do is write a toxic 'lil fic. It's flexible, too. You can write dark content, cheating, fucking your best friend's boyfriend. Whatever you like! Just have fun and make sure to keep it TOXIC!

Rules

I’ve got a list of rules right here so read through them thoroughly before entering.

Minors do not interact. It’s not hard, please understand this is non negotiable.

When you post your work, please tag me or send it in an ask so that I can see it’s up and link it in the masterlist.

^ following on from this, please link this masterlist post in your completed piece.

All characters must be aged up.

If there’s anything you aren’t clear on, please don’t hesitate to message me with any questions you might have!

This collab is open to all anime fandoms ❤️‍🔥 I’m also allowing infinites of characters so if your character is gone, don't worry! You can still write for them. I'm sure everyone's stories will be unique so I'm not opposed to duplicate characters.

There is no due date for this collab! I just want this to be fun, relaxing, and something you can take part in whenever you're ready. There are so many collabs running all of the time and it can get overwhelming when you want to join every single one but worry about when they are due. That isn't a problem with this collab! Take your time and go at your own pace. I can't wait to see what you all come up with 💗

Masterlist Below ⬇️

BLLK

@duckiez

oliver aiku x reader

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@deskaisers

bully!otoya x reader

♡ click here ♡

JJK

@rinhaler

toxic ex!megumi x toxic f!reader

♡ click here ♡

@fushiguroshotwife

toxic!toji x f!reader

♡ click here ♡

GANGSTA

@suyacho

worick arcangelo x reader

♡ click here ♡

TOKYOREV

@sin-and-punishment

Haruchiyo Sanzu x reader

♡ click here ♡

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