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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Hyunjin x FEM Reader!

cw : photographer Hyunjin, needs a muse, reader and him will meet in his exhibition, blood, murder, nudes, sculpture classes, dead body tw, if you are sensible pls don't interact, MDNI. SENSITIVE CONTENT!

sw : blood kink, hair pulling, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, anal, oral (both receiving), riding, humping, teasing, touching, masturbation, blowjob, marks, biting, choke kink, they'll have sex covered in blood.

wc : 9.025

synopsis : Hyunjin's a photographer and meets reader at his own exhibition. He falls in love with her beauty and the way she talks about art, so he proposes to her to attend his sculpture classes and then, after some of them, to be his model for a nude photography project, which will lead them to have sex. One day, she arrives before the appointment and begins to explore his study, finding a cupboard where he keeps all the heads of the girls he has seduced before her. But she's not afraid, she's excited. After a few minutes he shows up, catching her in the moment and she tells him her little dark secret, so they set up a murder and then fuck in the bloody mess.

a/n : hii... that's the first time for me writing here and writing in English so PLS im sorry if there are some errors!! I hope u enjoy this anyway 🎀🎀

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You have always been an art lover, which has led you to visit many exhibitions over the years. Photography and sculpture were your favourite subjects, and you have lost count of the number of exhibitions you have visited in your lifetime. However, it was a bit of a contradiction that art was not what you studied. You were a student of anatomy at university, which of course helped you to understand the human forms you so admired and loved to create. Although your studies were far from your true passion, you couldn't help but attend the private lessons that were often advertised in flyers around the city. That year alone, you attended no less than five classes, loving the way your hands shaped the clay beneath them. Its softness, the way it escaped your touch when wet: it was smooth, soft, elusive and malleable. Almost unpredictable, one might add. Once, because of a few air bubbles, you had to redo your work because it had burst in the kiln. Yes, one of the great faults of clay was its ability to burst if it was not perfectly formed. You were like clay, unpredictable. But you also loved the unpredictability of a photograph, the immediacy of a shot. The reality it represented. It was no coincidence that these were your favourite subjects.

You were walking around, sipping your caramel milkshake, after a long and tiring day at university. The music was on your mind, you imagined yourself in the scenarios that the soundtrack was transporting through your ears, but nothing could have distracted you from the sight of a giant billboard announcing a photography exhibition that weekend: The Art of the Body. This particular billboard had caught your attention not only because of the type of photography on display - nude exhibitions were rare in your town these days, too much of a scandal for the citizens. You were different, you appreciated every single muscle, every single feature of the human body. - But also for the way in which that body, unclothed, had been immortalised. Enclosed in a net that did not completely cover it, the woman's features were fully visible; she looked almost like a sculpture because of the contrast between light and dark.

You were enraptured by the image, your thoughts had clouded your mind, you had barely paid attention to the name of the photographer who was going to present this exhibition. But you didn't care, the subject matter was already of great interest to you. Nude photography by those who could not understand or feel it was considered almost scandalous. You found it a contradiction because very often the same people who criticised this kind of photography were the first to admire sculptures of the calibre and genre of Michelangelo's David, who, by the way, was naked.

For you, this kind of photograph was just like a sculpture. But warm, soft, even more real and expressive. You were sure that you would love that kind.

When you got back to your flat, the first thing you did was take a shower. It was the most plausible option after a long and tiring day, not least because you would have to clean up the mess left in your kitchen. In fact, by the time you found yourself having to clean it up, you were starting to get bored, so television would have been a good idea for entertainment at a time when all you wanted to do was sleep. You watched the news, and once again the topic of the day was the countless missing girls in your area. You wondered what was going on and why so many girls had mysteriously disappeared in a matter of days. There were no traces of mysterious serial killers, or even traces and statements from the victims themselves, if there were any. They had not been seen with anyone, nor had anyone talked about them. They had nothing in common. Or at least the police had not been good enough to find out. Well, in fact, the police had failed miserably from the start with the story of these girls' disappearance.

After all, there were no traces of the girls, and you had to clean up quickly because of the stench that was starting to fill the room.

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Finally, the long-awaited day of the exhibition had arrived, and you were excited just to think that you would be able to see such works live, even more so if they were all close to the one on the poster that had caught your eye. You were well dressed for the occasion, you wanted to make yourself presentable. You were also excited to meet the artist. You hadn't read the name, you weren't even interested in meeting him, but as the days went by, your curiosity grew and you did some research to find out who the man was: he was a young man - well, very young - his name was Hwang Hyunjin, a photographer and professor of sculpture. You were very interested in that because those were your two favourite subjects. So you had to admit that you had made yourself beautiful in order to look like that in the eyes of such a man. Also because you had seen pictures of him on some magazine covers and on the Internet, and you had noticed that he was indeed a handsome man. Maybe even more than handsome. He himself seemed to be part of a collection of sculptures.

His features were delicate but masculine, his body seemed well proportioned and he was tall and lean. He had dark, feline eyes and lips that were sure to drive all the women who had ever met him crazy.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and, after spraying on your ever-present perfume, you left the house, heading for the exhibition. It was Saturday night, the streets of your city were crowded, kids ready to go to some club, men with wives were ready to go to dinner. Saturday night chaos was, as always, inevitable.

You found yourself having to turn down your best friend's invitation to some club just to go to this exhibition. But she understood, she knew how much you loved art and you hadn't missed a single one of these exhibitions that came to your town every year. It was true, you had never missed one. Once you even got a cold and covered yourself well with a huge scarf and a heavy coat. Unlike the way you were dressed today. A tight black dress that stopped at mid-thigh, a long black coat, your beloved lace-up boots and a chignon that gathered your hair delicately. You were truly charming.

When you arrived at the exhibition, you immediately took a glass of red wine that was offered to every visitor. You were enchanted by the splendour that surrounded you. Photographs of all kinds: coloured, black and white, bodies covered in nets, naked bodies, bodies covered in liquids - water, blood - lying in the soil , all one with nature. But the photograph that struck you the most was of a body whose head could not be seen and it was crushed below the knees, while a long stream of blood was falling on it. It was strange, the photo was in white and black, well contrasted, sharp, but the blood had not lost its colour: warm red, carmine. You could feel its density, its fluidity, through the photograph. It had given you goosebumps.

A warm, but not too deep voice distracted you from your thoughts.

«This painting is called Passion's Flood.»

You turned to see the boy you had been searching for, for the past two days, and your mouth almost fell open.

His beauty was even more ethereal in person. The complexion of his skin was almost golden, and those eyes seemed to bore into you. The articles were not wrong, this was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was elegant, refined, attractive. You didn't even know what adjective to use to describe him, to do justice to such beauty. You were so dazzled that you almost forgot everything you wanted to say to this man.

«Why this name? More to the point, why the adjective 'passion'?» you said as soon as you awoke from your almost trance-like state. The words slipped from your tongue, as did your curiosity as to the real reason for this choice.

It was strange to hear that such an image had been given such a name. You were curious about the definition of 'passion' for this man. Why it was associated with the image of blood. That rich red liquid dripping onto a naked body, accentuating the shape of the woman portrayed. This made the man behind you smile. He approached you and studied you carefully. He examined you from top to bottom. From head to toe. It was inevitable that he would find you a beautiful, attractive, girl. He bit his lower lip and glanced at the work in front of you, then shifted his gaze back to the subject of his interest: you.

«Interesting question, I see you also pay a lot of attention to the names of the works.» your eyes were fixed on his lips, watching them move at the sound of his voice. How he licked them and made them shine. Perfectly swollen and red. Watching him had become more interesting than watching his work. «Inevitably, the intrinsic meaning of the work itself could be understood from the name, but it is interesting how you used the adjective 'passion' to describe a body covered in blood. The work itself is interesting, it is rare to see something like this in an exhibition. You have a fascinating mind, Mr. Hwang.»

This only inflated the ego of the man at your side, who wasted no time in positioning himself in front of his own work. He flashed a smug, satisfied smile, interested in how your mind was working at that moment. He could not stop the instinct, the primal instinct, that inevitably drew him to you. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time and crossed his arms over his chest, allowing the fabric of the jacket he was wearing to fit better over the obviously defined muscles. «Call me by my name. I don't think there's much of an age difference. In any case, the definition of 'Passion Flood' in this case refers to the fact that passion can flare up in any way, at any time. The association with blood is not only because it automatically brings to mind a warm colour, such as bright red, but also because passion flows in our veins, in our blood. The blood itself evokes the heat, the impact, the sensation that passion can give us. A unique adrenaline rush. For few.» you were enchanted by the way his mind worked, the man was a genius.

Not only was he good at shootings, but the way he spoke to you, the tone of his voice, was like a mermaid to a sailor. He would lure you out to sea and then grab you by the tail. His piercing gaze was as if he wanted to trap you and drag you down with him.

«Your definition of passion is interesting, Hyunjin. I can also say that this definition fits perfectly with the way you create your works. If I may say so, this photograph is extraordinary, perhaps one of the best in this exhibition so far. After all, passion is what you do. Photography is in your blood, it is your passion. Art itself, right? Looking at this photograph, I can see the body of the liquid, the vivid colour and the contrast with the chiaroscuro of the body. I can see the softness of the flesh, its silkiness.» When you stopped talking, the man in front of you licked his lips, pleasantly pleased with what your mind could conceive in terms of art.

«Your mind fascinates me, ...?» he paused, clearly inviting you to tell him your name. You felt the blood boiling in your veins, a heat permeating your body. As if him had set it on fire. «Y/N,» you whispered, once again entranced by his beauty. You were sure he had bewitched you somehow. His charm was beyond anything else. Hwang Hyunjin was not just an artist, he was art itself.

«Do you also work in the field of art?» he asked, moving dangerously close to your body. Your mind went blank, he was far too close. You could not say a word. He was like a magnet, the closer he came, the closer you wanted to be. It was crazy how a man could have such an effect on you, who had always declared yourself a woman who would not be intimidated or subjugated by men. But with Hwang Hyunjin it was different. You were under his spell and would let him do anything to you just to feel him near you.

«I take anatomy classes, but in my spare time I take classes in photography and sculpture. Let's say they are my biggest passions», you could see his eyes light up when you said this. That was his moment. Hyunjin could not fail to use this moment to invite you to one of his classes. Yes, among the thousands of things Hwang did, there were also private lessons in sculpture and photography. And you could not help but be delighted, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. The one and only, the magnetic Hwang Hyunjin had personally asked you to join his sculpture class.

As he walked towards you, your bodies colliding, you found yourself squeezing your legs together, you felt a jolt penetrate your intimacy. His lips came to your earlobe and caressed it, «I expect to see you there, Y/N».

Needless to say, when you left that night, all you could think about was Hyunjin's pointed hands running over your body.

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It had been a really tough week at university, you had to dissect several bodies and your placement was about to start. You were going to be a trainee in a forensic laboratory, so your lectures were now harder and the level of attention they demanded was higher. However, the thought of attending evening classes that Friday, taught by Hyunjin - the man who had been on your mind for the past week - helped you relax.

Your best friend was aware of the little fixation you had developed with the man and often used it to tease you. When you told her you were going to meet him in class that evening, she made so many dirty jokes that you wondered if it was still her. But other girls had disappeared in those days and she didn't want you to be one of them. So she was worried. As you prepared to go to class, she had given you more advice than your mother had given you in your entire life. In fact, you felt like a daughter, a little girl to her. It was obvious that you would be careful, you wanted to return home safely.

So you prepared and made yourself beautiful, just to impress the man of your thoughts, and then you left the house, leaving a trail of fruity perfume behind you. That evening, even though the occasion was nothing more than a sculpture class, you had dressed well. You had on a light sweater that left a strip of your belly uncovered, burgundy with vertical stripes of fabric. Loose, baggy jeans below your navel and flats that matched the colour of your shirt. But the breeze that had risen that evening had forced you to put on your beloved leather jacket.

Your hair was loose, falling over your shoulders as one hand held the strap of the bag tightly. You were eager to see how Hyunjin taught during his lessons, eager to see those hands you dreamed of every night on you, running over the fresh clay, shaping it, imagining it to be your body. You were curious to see what this evening would bring, whether it would be as interesting as you thought it would be, or whether it would be a total disappointment.

Arriving at the location indicated on the flyer Hyunjin had given you, your eyes met the moment you crossed the threshold of the hall. He stood out like a marble statue, his hair tied back in a ponytail, a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and baggy jeans covering a pair of brown and white Nikes on his feet. The piercing in his eyebrow made his gaze at you even more captivating. You entered, bowed and took your seat. They weren't all taken yet, surely he hadn't started because he was expecting a few more people to attend the class.

Behind him were blocks of clay and a table with all sorts of tools and materials for modelling. You assumed that he would be distributing these materials to the students himself, and were not at all surprised to find that most of them were women who were just as interested in the art as they were in the man who was going to teach it to them.

Your gazes were chained as if nothing could break it, it was only interrupted when Hyunjin realised that the hall was now full and it was time to start the lesson. He stood in the middle of the hall with a smile on his face, he was really handsome. He managed to be delicate and attractive at the same time. You were sure that this boy would not be easy to get out of your mind. It was clear that you wanted him more than you thought. «Welcome everyone, this is the first lesson of this course where we will cover the basics and modelling with clay. I have some tools here with me, after I give you a general introduction to the subject, I will hand them out to all of you, along with a lump of clay, so that we can begin the actual course.»

Needless to say, you lost focus after his introduction, too focused on watching his lips move and the vein in his neck throb. You watched his movements carefully, the way the fabric of his shirt occasionally allowed a glimpse of the hollow of his v-zone, the way the material of his jeans clung perfectly to his slender thighs. The man was a dream, and yet he looked like a demon disguised as an angel. His elegant, almost princely movements had managed to hypnotise you. You felt your body go numb and shot through with a long series of electric shocks, all of which landed in your stomach. The sexual tension you felt when standing next to Hyunjin was now sky-high.

It was Hyunjin himself who distracted you from your unchaste thoughts about him. He placed a series of objects on your bench and winked and smiled at you. That made you glow red, and not just on your cheeks. You felt a pleasant warmth spreading through your body and you weren't sure what it would lead to. Certainly nothing good in the state you were in now. «Good to see you here, Y/N.» he whispered in your ear, making you blush again. You lost your words.

As Hyunjin took his place behind a table with all the materials needed to mould the clay, it was fascinating to watch how his wet hands began to caress the block, softening it. Kneading, massaging the malleable material. But the thing that took your breath away again was the way his eyes locked on you as he spoke. As he explained how to handle the clay, as he squeezed it, as he moulded it in his hands, his gaze was fixed on you. You squeezed your legs together, and you were sure he noticed because of the smirk in his eyes. This made you even more embarrassed.

You watched as his tapered fingers created shapes, sweeping over the material, smeared with clay, to shape it to his liking. You wished you were that lump of clay. You wished he would touch you the way he did with that slippery material.

As you began to shape the clay yourself, you hardly thought about Hyunjin's fingers caressing you as you wished. Your mind was lost in the farthest reaches of your thoughts as you concentrated on shaping the lump. You hadn't even noticed Hyunjin watching your hands move as you did with his. His gaze devoured your body and hinted at what was going on in his mind. He was curious how those skilful hands would move around his member. It made him quite aroused, but he could not afford to have an erection in the middle of class by having unchaste thoughts about you.

As the classroom began to empty, the teacher greeted everyone politely and took the opportunity to approach you, who had not noticed anything, still lost in your world and the little statue you were forging. He positioned himself behind you as soon as the last student had left the room, and began to stroke your arms and blow on your neck. It was what brought your head back down to earth. You bit your lower lip as his hands moulded the clay with yours and his warm body clung to yours.

You found yourself gasping as his lips touched your lobe again. This boy would be the end of you, you were sure of it.

«You know, I noticed how your legs tightened at the sound of my voice. I also noticed your eyes burning into my form as I gave this lecture. I'm very curious to know what fantasies are running through your head, little Y/N,» he giggled, then washed his hands in the next sink and invited you to join him. And once again you were hypnotised, enchanted by his voice and his touch. When he took you by the hips, placed you on the only clean counter and spread your legs, you couldn't help but gasp. Words were dead in your throat now, you looked at him with bated breath and all you wanted to do was sink his face between your thighs. «Look what we have here, - he said, stroking your intimacy from above the fabric of your jeans, which he could feel were already wet, - there's no need for you to hide now. I got you,» he whispered again against your neck.

«Hyunjin... Please,» you murmured, your thoughts now clouded by the pleasure of his touch. «What? Tell me what you want,» he taunted you again. Your hand moved to his wrist and pushed it towards the crotch of your jeans. That drove him crazier than you thought.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down to your knees, his gaze resting on the crotch of your now wet panties. You felt no shame, the only thing running through your body now was the adrenaline of being fucked by this man. Your rational part had been switched off by the only one part that had to take over. «Look at you, I haven't even touched you properly and you're already all wet, you little whore. For now you'll be satisfied with what I'm going to give you tonight, if you're good enough you'll get another prize after this one,» your head had fallen back and your back was now arched. It was only with his words that he had been able to bring you to this state. Giggling, he moved the fabric of your panties with two fingers, the same ones that slowly began to massage your walls, while his eyes carefully scanned every corner of your body. You were going crazy, you wanted more and your grip on his wrist let him know it. «Look at you, so needy for my touch. I have a crazy idea that you can't refuse. I need this favour. No one inspires me, attracts me like you do. Be my muse and let me photograph this beautiful, unclothed body,» he whispered into your ear, pushing his fingers further between your pussy lips.

He did not penetrate you, but you were sure that only with this type of touch you could come. You nodded, reeling from the spell he had cast on you, and he smiled, pleased at the state you were in. He moved closer to you, not a kiss, just a bite on your lower lip and one in the hollow of your neck. Which made you quite dizzy with the sensation of his fingers now moving in a circular motion over your intimacy.

«Very good, Princess. Now why don't you cum for me? Like a good girl,» he whispered and began to move his fingers at a speed you didn't think possible. But your mind was clouded and you needed to feel under your hands how much he needed your touch too, so with a grin you grabbed the crotch of his trousers and began to move your hand up and down, feeling how great his length was. But there was no pleasure in doing this from above his jeans, so you inserted your hand into the fabric and with quick movements began to masturbate his intimacy. His moans were satisfying and made your head spin, you were almost in the same state. He growled, moving quickly on your vagina as you did with his member, now a moaning mess, playing with the tip of his member, stimulating it.

It was obvious that after a few minutes you would cum in each other's hands with a loud orgasm, and you did. You screamed her name as her teeth sank into the hollow of your neck, biting it. «I have no class on Tuesday, come here, to this address, my long awaited project will finally come to life,» he whispered in your ear as he licked his fingers covered in your juices, just as you licked yours, soiled with his.

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To say that you had been thinking about what had happened with Hyunjin all weekend was an understatement. The boy hadn't left your mind for a second, nor had the feeling of his fingers over your intimacy. You were constantly thinking about what you had done and the desire to go deeper was alive and growing inside you. It was obvious that you wanted to be fucked by him, so much so that you almost forgot your own name. When Hyunjin was in front of you, all rational thought went out the window. When he had asked you to be his muse, a warmth had grown in your chest and spread between your legs. You couldn't wait to pose naked for him. To let his hands move your body as he wished. Even at that moment, his hands were touching you in your mind, as you rubbed against the pillow in your room, with another news report of a missing girl in the background. But your mind was too busy thinking about Hyunjin to listen to how this girl, unlike the others, you had actually seen in the course of sculpting that the man you dreamed of every night was taking.

When you reached your orgasm, certainly not like you did with Hyunjin's hand, you decided it was the best to take a shower. The next day was the big day you had been looking forward to. You were going crazy. Your best friend had called you to find out the details, but you still hadn't told her what had happened between you and Hyunjin, you would when you maybe had sex fully. Also because that was what you had hoped for most. To hear how he wanted to fuck you. You giggled to hear how she imagined possible scenarios for your encounter, if only she knew how far you had already gone.

When the time and day finally came for you to meet Hyunjin for 'his long awaited project', you couldn't help but feel the shivers running through your body. You wore your hair in a slightly dishevelled bun, a tight black skirt covering you to mid-thigh and a slightly unbuttoned blouse with a burgundy lace-embroidered bra wrapped around your torso. Black boots on your feet and the usual leather jacket over your shoulders.

You gasped as Hyunjin's slim and elegant figure appeared behind you. He was wearing a blue silk shirt that showed his chest, tight black jeans and pointed ankle boots of the same colour. Sunglasses and a necklace surrounded the beauty already present in the man, and the loose hair falling down his neck made him even more attractive in your eyes.

His gaze gave you goosebumps; he approached you with an almost devilish smile and greeted you with a kiss on the lips. At that moment, you felt the ground give away beneath your feet. You looked at him as, smirking at the way he was making you feel, he opened the studio door and let you in first like a gentleman. «I see you've made yourself pretty for me, little Y/N. I like the way you're dressed, that bra fits you like a glove, it's a shame we have to take it off,» he whispered as he slowly removed your leather jacket and put his glasses elsewhere. His voice guided you, sending shivers down your spine. You noticed that all the materials he needed were already arranged in every corner of the studio and understood that he didn't want to waste any time in arranging what he needed. Kissing your neck, he began to remove your shirt, gently running his fingers down your arms and then your torso, then removing your bra as well, cupping your tits with his hands and massaging them, causing you to give a moan of pleasure that made you throw your head over one of his shoulders. «They are perfect, they have a wonderful texture, a perfect shape to be cupped by my hands,» he blew on your shoulder, biting it almost violently. But this action only made you moan even more.

Slowly he began to move his hands down, caressing the rest of your body, making you gasp as he pulled off your skirt and then slowly your panties. You were completely naked to his eyes this time. He bit his lip as he caressed every part of your body, from your breasts to your bottom, cupping and massaging one of your buttocks. «Like a good little girl, take off your shoes and lie down on this wooden hoop,» he said, and you obeyed. Without a word. You felt his eyes burning on you, like fire. You lay down in front of him and let him touch you in any way that would satisfy his desires. When he grabbed the camera, you squeezed your legs together, already feeling the effect of his intense gaze on you.

It made him laugh, but not in amusement. Not at all. It was almost diabolical. You saw how he approached you by getting on top of you and opening your legs, he began to watch how your pussy shrank around nothing, completely wet. This made him move his nose closer to it and blow on it. It had driven you so crazy that you not only let out a long moan, but arched your back so that your vagina was closer to his nose. And he grinned as he slipped two fingers inside you without warning, taking a picture just as your back arched again, your head fell back and your lips parted in a moan. « Very good baby, you are the perfect muse for this project. No one could have done as well as you,» he whispered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and brought them to his lips, sucking away your juices.

You went crazy, your body was burning even though you were naked, craving his touch, his hands on you. Every time he approached to take your picture, you hoped he would touch you, something more than mere caresses. Even if they were not 'mere caresses'.

But when he put down his camera and caught up with you at a fast pace, you realised that maybe he didn't just want to take pictures. And in the end, that was what you were hoping for. He towered over you with his body, observing how perfect yours was. He caressed every part of you until he lowered himself to your lips and began a ravenous, passionate kiss. You moaned at the contact and his hands began to massage your breasts until, running out of air, he pulled away from your lips and then lowered himself to your breasts and sucked on them voraciously. Your head was elsewhere, you could do nothing but give way to his touch. Your hands were harpooned in his hair, pulling at it. Your legs tightened around his torso as his pelvis moved in search of yours. Hyunjin was mad. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins; he needed to release all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. «My bitch, that's what you are. Just fucking mine. And like a good girl you are going to feed me now,» he smiled almost maniacally as his face settled between your thighs. He had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, which were now too tight to contain his obvious erection. You clutched his hair as he began to bite your inner thigh, leaving bite marks and bruises everywhere. But you didn't care, you just wanted to feel him between your legs.

Hyunjin began to take long laps on your cunt, spreading it with his fingers so that he could better slide his tongue between your walls. You were a whimpering mess, all too pleasurable. He sucked and moved his tongue voraciously, as if he really wanted to eat you. He pulled at the lips covering your clit with his teeth and then sucked on them almost violently. You felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn't want to come like that, you wanted him to fuck you. «Please Hyunjin...mh...stop...it's too much, I'm about to come...!» you gripped his hair in a vice grip. But that did not matter to him, if it meant making you cum several times in one evening, he would do it without fail.

His mouth was harpooned between your walls, his tongue moving as if he were kissing you and not what was between your legs. You were going out of your mind and the closer you came to orgasm the more he felt it and went fast. «Fuck Hyunjin!» you shouted before cumming all over his face. Which pleased him by the way. He licked his lips and without a second thought started to kiss you again, so much so that you could feel yourself on his tongue. But that was not enough, he wanted you. «I'm going to fuck you so hard you have no idea. Now behave as well as you have so far and suck me off,» he said as he removed the last of his clothes. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his erection, certainly getting him all the way in your mouth would have been quite a challenge. You watched him ravenously, having dreamed of this moment for far too long. You began to slowly run your hand down the length of him, massaging his balls as well, you were slow, running your fingers along the veins and playing with his head. He looked exhausted to see you like that. His moans became louder. You smiled and took him in your mouth, all the way to his uvula. This made him tighten his grip on your hair, which was clenched in his hands. He pulled hard on them as he fucked your mouth. Your hands were tight on his thighs as you slid it over your tongue. You spit on the tip, then took it back into your mouth and ran your tongue along every vein. Concentrating especially on the tip. «You are fucking phenomenal. My good whore, keep it up, faster,» he said in a broken voice as he used his pelvis to push against your mouth.

It did not take many more thrusts before it poured into your mouth in hot streams. You stared at him intently as you swallowed the liquid. With a grin, now his umpteenth, he ran his thumb between your lips, cleaning them of his own seed and attacking them with an almost violent kiss. It was so quick that you didn't even notice when he slipped two fingers inside you and began to move them quickly as his member became erect again. Seeing you under him like that drove him crazy and he couldn't wait to fuck you the way he wanted to. He wrapped one hand around your neck, making you moan. You didn't know that these things could ever turn you on, but with Hyunjin, with his hands on your body, it was impossible not to. Soon his fingers became four inside you, and the way he twisted them inside you made you think he already knew what your walls looked like.

It was unexpected for you when you were turned over and positioned on all fours with him standing behind you, erupting like one of your many beloved sculptures. He rubbed his erect member against your entrance, making you shiver as only he could. «God, I can't wait to fuck you, if only you could see the way your butthole is clenching around nothing as I rub against you,» he grinned. But you could feel it, you could feel it all right. «P...lease put it in, I need it Hyunjin mmm - make it quick please, fuck m...e» by now you were beside yourself. Your brain was disconnected.

You heard him laugh, pleased that you felt so weak under his touch. But you couldn't help it; it was as if he had cast a spell on you.

Without a word, he thrust into you in one swift motion. You let out a moan, just as he had. He pushed your back down so that your face touched the floor. You were a fire, you felt your body burning and you just wanted more, more and more. «Fuck,» he shouted. He had your hair in his grip as he squeezed your buttocks and began to thrust into you. You felt the floor turn and collapse beneath your body. You felt full and also heard the sounds Hyunjin made. He growled as he thrust into you with dry, precise strokes. «You're so fucking tight and hot. I could come right now,» he growled thunderously. You couldn't answer, too busy enjoying the feel of his dick inside you. But you needed to feel him deeper, you wanted to feel all of him.

You moved your pelvis closer to his, driving him crazy, he bit his lip while you were a moaning mess, doing nothing but mumbling unrelated words to each other. You were going crazy, you wanted to feel him burning inside you, between your walls. «Fuck, yes, shit!» you heard him say as he held your pelvis tightly against his. The strokes were faster, you felt his cock touching your sensitive spot, stimulating it. You were sure it would not be long before you came. He pulled your hair hard towards him and with the hand holding your pelvis he began to push your body against his own, as if you were standing up. He tightened his free hand around your neck and you moaned at the lack of air.

«Plea...se Hyunjin... harder... faster... fuck the...re...» you said incoherently as he bit your neck, leaving an obvious signal. «Shut up, I decide.»

He whispered in your ear, then increased his thrusts. He forced you back onto the cold wood and you felt his body crush yours as he squeezed your neck and thrust into you at a relentless pace. It was impossible at this point not to let out a loud, high-pitched moan along with your humours.

«Very good, Princess. Now make me come, like a good girl,» he said, overstimulating you, by this time you had reached your limit, your body was weak. But the sound of his thrusts drove you even crazier. After a few final thrusts, you toothed in the hot, sticky fluid that filled your hole. You moaned along with him, riding out his orgasm as his seed dripped from your thighs. He growled and let go of you, kissing your shoulder.

You never expected him to clean you up by putting his tongue between your buttocks and licking away his own cum. This made you moan at his touch, causing him to giggle, which made his tongue vibrate inside your hole.

As he stood up and began to clean it up, including you, he leaned towards your face and blew on your lips, leaving a slow, passionate kiss. «I want you here this Friday, Y/N.»

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

Days later, you were still thinking about the way Hyunjin had fucked you so well in the photo room. You couldn't get it out of your head. Even when you found yourself cleaning up the huge stinking mess you had made. That day you had made more of a mess than usual, you had to be more careful the next time.

When you had finished cleaning up the mess, you decided it would be better for you to eat: you had to cook lunch. The next day you were to meet the man who had been in your thoughts for two weeks. You couldn't think of anything else. Hyunjin really seemed to have cast a strange spell on you. But you didn't mind. Just like it hadn't bothered you to feel that his body was completely connected to yours.

After a quiet lunch you decided it would be best to organise your tools and materials, after this morning they were all in a mess and you hated mess. You had even left them out of storage the last time. So you stood patiently in front of your cupboard, arranging the duffel bag that you jealously guarded. Meanwhile, you wondered why the police still hadn't found anything about the girls. The number had increased enormously, and whoever was making them disappear had to be an expert to get away with it without leaving any evidence. You'd like to ask yourself who would ever be able to go unnoticed for almost twenty days while the police still hadn't found anything. After tidying up the mess you had made, you decided that it might be best to think about what to wear to meet Hyunjin tomorrow. You were extremely impatient.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

And there you were, in front of the usual studio. Where Hyunjin had arranged to meet you. You had dressed up, a black over the knee coat, your usual leather jacket, black boots and this time your long hair was over your shoulders. However, you noticed that the studio door was already open; maybe Hyunjin was already inside, just waiting for your arrival. You bit your lip, unsure what to do.

What would be wrong with going in?

So you did, but no one was there.

«Hyunjin?» you called, hoping that the man would appear before you. But curiosity got the better of you and you started walking around the studio, which was large but not too crowded. There were scattered tools, pieces of clay and photographic paper. But there was one thing that caught your eye. The door to a small room was half open, and from it came a strong smell that you knew too well. You were used to the smell. But you wondered why it was coming from the cupboard in Hyunjin's study and why you had never smelled it before, since you had been there twice before. So you went to the door, opened it and put your hand to your mouth.

You had just found the culprit behind the disappearance of so many girls in your town.

There were so many heads arranged in rows on tables, the blood had been cleaned off, but the skin looked intact, as if it had not decomposed. They looked like so many porcelain dolls. You started to get closer when you felt a presence behind you and your breath caught in your throat. «Someone found something they weren't supposed to see, don't you think, Princess?» you turned around so slowly that when you saw him covered in blood, an electric shock almost ran through your entire body.

But you were not afraid; your curiosity had overcome your fear.

«How did you make them so porcelain-like and not get caught?» you whispered as his body clung to yours, crushed against the wall. He chuckled, trying to see an edge of fear in your face. He was surprised to find none. That made you even more special and unique in his eyes. No one had ever been like you before. «Aren't you afraid? Ask me how I made them like this instead of running away and reporting me to the police,» he laughed. But you smiled, grabbed his hair and brought his face closer to yours. Lips on lips. «I'm not afraid. In fact, I'm curious. You made them look like so many disembodied dolls. Where did you throw their bodies without getting caught? It takes talent,» the answer made his eyes sparkle.

You were definitely different.

He grabbed you by the neck and tightened his grip. But you weren't afraid, you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He was just angry because you made him feel different. Because it was you. You made him want you more than anything.

He slipped a hand under your dress, felt how wet the crotch of your panties was.

You giggled.

«You are different. You are not afraid. You're turned on by all of this, you sick little whore,» you laughed. At the top of your lungs. You pulled him closer with one leg and rubbed your pelvis against him, moaning. «I may have a dark little secret of my own, my dear Hyunjin. How about we take advantage of it?» you bit his lip. His head was spinning, he felt his hands burning. «First tell me about this dark little secret you little bitch,» you pressed your bodies together and felt yours almost catching fire, you wanted it. Again. At least you wanted him to make you come.

«Haven't you ever wondered why I take anatomy lessons when my passion is something else?» you giggled, leaving him confused. You were like him. «I love dissecting corpses even more when they are fresh and made by me, squeezing organs in my hands, and I would love to see them intact forever. Why don't you tell me your little secret? How do you make those heads like that?» you moaned under his touch, quickly rubbing your cunt against his thigh, wetting it. «You're fucking crazy,» he laughed maniacally and then began a fierce kiss, as if your bodies were about to catch fire. You continued to move on his thigh, moaning his name on your lips as you jerked him off over his trousers. All this was turning you on more than you thought. Your breath was short, you couldn't hold back any longer, so you let out a long moan, you on his leg and him in his trousers. It was fast but intense.

«How about cooperating, princess?» he laughed, still above you. «With great pleasure,» you whispered growling into his mouth.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

After that day, you invited Hyunjin to your house and showed him your collection. It was funny to see his surprised face. He never expected to see that side of you. That day, you orchestrated the perfect plan. Your victims had rarely been women, and his were all women. He also explained to you how he chose his victims, his modus operandi : he often went to this café frequented by students, and often heard these girls squawking like chickens and insulting art, a thing he revered. So did the woman's body. So why not get rid of them after seducing them and keep the body as a prize? It was a perfect idea in his mind. So he decided to prove it to you himself.

You stood at the table behind him and a certain Sasha, he had met her that morning when he brought you your coffee and decided that she would be the ideal victim. You watched as he tried to seduce her with a grin, running his hand down her back to her bottom. You bit your lip, a little jealous of the touch he was reserving for her.

When they got up, you followed them silently, already knowing where Hyunjin was taking her: at the back of his study was a large chamber where he carried out his murders and burned the remaining bodies: the clay oven, a very good idea, you thought.

Everything happened very quickly, the way he undressed her and she undressed him. You trembled. You hated to see the way the girl touched him. He was almost ready to fuck her when, with a wink, he moved you forward and handcuffed the girl's hands and feet. But she screamed in vain, the walls were soundproofed, Hyunjin really had thought of everything.

He took off your clothes, stroking your body, and put them aside with his own so they wouldn't get dirty. After all, it was impossible to remove blood stains from the fabrics. He bit your shoulder and patted your ass, then stood statuesque in front of the girl. You watched closely as he slit her throat with a sharp knife, splashing blood everywhere. And you flanked him as he opened her chest and began to harvest the organs that he would soon show you how to embalm. You loved it.

Soon a pool of blood spread beneath your bodies. You sat on his naked pelvis, as bloodied as he was. He brought the knife between your mouths and you did not hesitate a moment before licking the blood off the metal, crossing your tongue with Hyunjin's. His vermilion hands cupped your breasts, your thighs. Your body. You were the woman he adored. His muse. The half he shared his madness with. His illness. Your mouths met, you drew your lips together, biting your tongues. It was a fierce, ravenous, passionate kiss. Your intimacy rubbed against your naked pussy, wet and warm. You couldn't wait to fuck him. He bit your neck ravenously. As if he wanted to eat you. You loved the way he was so impetuous with you, so passionate. He drove you crazy. «How about we play a little princess?» he grinned, then put two fingers to your vagina and began to move them quickly. Your moans were disconnected and his lips were tight on your breasts, sucking on your nipples and pulling on them with his teeth. Your hands were harpooned in your hair, pulling at it. You definitely wanted more.

He entered you slowly, playing with your walls. As he licked the blood from your body. «Mhh, Hyunjin faster please,» you begged him, pressing your pelvis against his. You wanted more, you wanted him inside you. Your hand reached his intimacy and began to play with his glans, pressing your thumb on the tip so that he moaned. You loved seeing him like that under your touch, even more so when he was completely covered in blood. His hand reached your neck as you decided his fingers were not enough to satisfy you and stood up, sitting straight on his cock. This caused him to moan sharply. «Have a good ride, Hyunjinie,» you whispered in his ear. And he grinned. He took his fingers, smeared with blood and your fluids, into his mouth to lick it all off and then push it into your mouth, playing with your tongue as your walls adjusted to his thick length. You pulled your head back as he tired of waiting and gave a precise thrust inside you, gripping your neck tightly. You loved it when he did this. You began to jump up and down on his length, letting out moans that fortunately no one could hear thanks to the soundproof walls. Hyunjin bit his lip hard as you humped him. He loved the feeling of watching you riding him. He felt a unique warmth running through his body.

But he was tired; speed and strength were not enough for him. He made you lie down in that pool of blood, put his hands under your knees and bent your legs towards your breasts. He entered you with a precise thrust, as if he knew just the right spot to hit you, and your loud moaning let him know that was exactly where he needed to thrust. So with almost animal speed he resumed his thrusts inside you. He put your legs on his shoulders while he held your neck tightly with one hand and played with your clit quickly with the other. It drove you crazy. Your moans were now as uncontrollable as the times Hyunjin had cried out in pleasure. «Fuck Princess, how good you take me. Your pussy is perfect for me, so ,warm. You fucking hold me so well, you little whore,» he growled. You couldn't help but moan loudly at those words. You couldn't speak, every time you tried to say something the words died in your throat.

«I'm... coming... fucking H... Hyunjin for fuck's sake! Ther...e yeah!» you moaned one last time before tightening your warm walls around his cock. «Fuck I'm about to come too, squeeze me so fucking tight.» And he, now at the top of his lungs, poured hot streams into you, filling you. But he didn't come out; he decided to tear himself all over you as he filled you, letting his cum drip out of your cunt.

You stroked his long wet hair as he kissed your breasts. «You are mine forever, just know that,» he whispered, biting you. You giggled. «I wasn't planning on looking for anyone else after you, Hyunjin,» he smiled, then looked at you and licked a drop of blood that had fallen from your shoulder.

«I like you covered in blood.»

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Shooting my shot asking for a Kaku x adult Lucky fic rather than headcannons this time (you don’t have to if you don’t want to)

Oh trust me, I want to!

I decided to make this a little what if scenario for if Kaku had been successful in running off with her after Enies Lobby

Not So Bad

3.4k words

warnings for yandere content and pregancy mentions (not for Lucky)

Life had taken many turns that you hadn’t been prepared for. 

It started with more tame things such as your parents throwing you out when you dropped out of college and the absolutely unhinged shit customers put you through at work. Then you went and got yourself sent to a whole different world, as one does, and after that your life appeared to be speedrunning batshit insane events.

This ultimately culminated in your current situation: Being abducted and forcibly married to one of the many people who had become obsessed with you since entering this bizarre world.

Waves crashed against the ship from outside, lightly jostling you and everyone else on board. Kaku’s arms instinctively tightened around you. The small bed you were both crammed into left no room for personal space, every inch of your body was squeezed against his so as to prevent either of you from falling off the bed at the slightest movement of the ship.

The soft fabric of his nightshirt pressed into your face, likely leaving an imprint in its wake. The steady rise and fall of his chest stuttered slightly from the disturbance of the particularly large wave hitting seconds before, but it evened out again. He’s such a light sleeper that you’re honestly surprised that wasn’t enough to wake him.

Quiet grumbling could be heard behind you as one of the other people you were bunking with complained about how rough the sea was. You could understand why she would be irritated by this. Her morning sickness had been bad enough already, the motion of the ship rocking as much as it was definitely didn’t help.

This particular situation was hardly anything new for you. Ever since Kaku had “eloped” with you after you failed to fight him off at Enies Lobby thanks to your clammy hands dropping your impact dial, you’d been on the run. It made sense, you suppose. You were a wanted pirate after taking part in the attack on Enies Lobby, and he was a former CP9 agent who not only ran but was also being blamed for the situation. It was rare for you two to stay on an island for more than a few weeks. If you stayed any longer you ran the risk of being tracked down by other assassins.

While Kaku’s distinct features made hiding a little more difficult than it needed to be, you lucked out by not having a photograph on your bounty poster. No one had been able to get a picture of you, so they had to settle for a drawing instead. It wasn’t very accurate, though you had to admit it looked much better than Sanji’s. You damn near pissed yourself from how hard you’d laughed after seeing his.

Kaku was outwardly optimistic about your circumstances, assuring you that the manhunt would calm down as the years went by. You’re not sure if he actually believed that or if he was just saying as much to try and comfort you. That was admittedly something he was good at. Lord knows he’d needed to do this more than a few times in your time together.

At first you had resented that tendency of his because he had been the primary cause of your stress. The audacity of him to try and get you to calm down after kidnapping you made you want to scream. Or when he would wildly misconstrue why you were upset. Like the time he thought you were having “pre-wedding jitters” because you’d been fighting him tooth and nail on the way to an extremely shady chapel, and didn’t ONCE consider that maybe you just didn’t want to marry him.

Your kicking and screaming had done nothing to stop it. The officiant didn’t care about your willingness, and Kaku was delusional enough to excuse your behavior as just being nerves or whatever. He’d gotten what he wanted, insisting that he wanted to “do this right”, and now he was your husband whether you liked it or not.

As time went on, your disdain for him was becoming less and less, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Sure, at first it was easy to dig your heels in and resist. The Straw Hats would be here any second to save you, you were sure of it. But they never showed. You tried to rationalize it. They didn’t know where you were. With Robin they knew exactly where she went and how to get there, it was easy to chase after her. With you, you had up and vanished without a trace. You’re not even sure they had enough to go off of to know that you’re with Kaku.

Jealousy was an ugly emotion, but that didn’t keep it from brewing within you. You hadn’t seen so much as a hint of the Straw Hats, and that led to you questioning if they were even trying to find you. Were you just deadweight that they were glad to be rid of? You tried to tell yourself that wasn’t true, but it became harder to convince yourself of that as you saw reports of the Straw Hats gaining new members.

Had they replaced you? That easily?

Surprisingly, Kaku had been the one to assure you that likely wasn’t the case. He pointed out how hard they fought to get you back when you were still in Water 7. While he definitely wasn’t a fan of theirs by any means, even he could admit that they cared for you. It was… confusing to hear him of all people defend the Straw Hats. 

The real tipping point came after you saw the paper announcing Ace’s death. That broke you.

For a solid month after that, you were inconsolable. There was nothing that anyone could do or say to ease the pain. After the crying had gone from a constant to only happening in random bursts, you had fallen into a deep depression. You wondered if there was something that you could have done to prevent this. Would you have been able to save Ace if you’d been there? The idea that his death was avoidable made you feel sick to your stomach.

All throughout this depressive episode, Kaku had been nothing but kind and patient. He’d been a shoulder to cry on, someone to ramble to about your time spent with Ace in Alabasta and how he was like the brother you never had. Kaku didn’t once get irritated with you over being upset, and he never criticized you for being useless when you were too depressed to get out of bed in the morning. It made him very hard to hate.

Then one night he brought home a kitten he’d found at the construction site he was working on temporarily, one of his many odd jobs he’d picked up. The poor thing was underweight and so filthy that you couldn’t even tell what color it was supposed to be. A rather lengthy bath in the sink had revealed him to be orange, which reminded you of Ace and made you cry again.

Kaku had encouraged you to keep him saying that having the little guy around might help you to feel better, and you saw no reason to argue. You’d always wanted a cat. The kitten was a total sweetheart. Very mischievous and dumb as a brick in true orange cat fashion, but undeniably loving. The idea to name him Ace came to you easily.

Having cat Ace around did wind up being a turning point in your mood. You couldn’t sulk in bed all day when a tiny kitten was raising hell in your room and demanding attention. It was nice having something to take care of.

Ace was presently snuggled up in the crook of your neck, thoroughly worn out from Ellie playing with him for hours on end during the day. Ellie was the daughter of the couple you were sharing a cabin with. The six year old had been ecstatic to see she was rooming with a kitty and had all but begged you to play with him, which you were fine with. Her mother, Clara, had simply been grateful to have her daughter occupied while she struggled with a combination of morning and motion sickness.

Due to both you and Kaku having a wanted status, you typically chose to stay in the cabin of whatever passenger ship you happened to be traveling on so as to minimize the chances of being recognized. This led to you getting to know Clara and Ellie quite well. Not her husband though, who you’re not sure you ever caught the name of.

Kaku had butted heads with him a couple of times over his behavior, starting with when you were boarding the ship and saw that he’d left Clara to haul on all of the luggage herself despite being very noticeably pregnant. Both of you were quick to help her, while Kaku made a jab at him for being a “ninnyhammer”. Honestly you think he was more mad about not knowing what that meant than being insulted.

None of you saw much of him after that. He’d spent the day socializing and drinking, only coming back to the cabin after everyone else had already gone to bed.

You’ve been awake since he came back. Partially because you’ve had a lot on your mind as of late, but mostly because you really needed to pee. You thought that it could wait until morning at first, but it had become clear that wasn’t going to be the case.

There was no use in trying to sneak out of the bed without waking up Kaku. With how closely pressed you two were, even a heavy sleeper would be awoken from the movement. The second you shifted yourself up onto one elbow, his eyes shot open.

“Is something wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep, but his eyes were alert.

“I need to go to the bathroom. Hold Ace so he doesn’t run out after me,” you pulled the kitten away from your neck and handed him over. Ace mewled in protest.

“Alright, will do,” Kaku murmured while holding the feline gently.

After slipping on your shoes and a housecoat over your pajamas, you quietly snuck out of the room. 

One of the downsides to being sent to a world that was in a time period before your own was that things were less advanced than you were used to. Unfortunately that applied to the bathrooms. In the absence of plumbing, the “toilets” were in cramped rooms at the front of the ship that essentially just had a hole in the floor hanging over the ocean below.

Admittedly, this ship’s toilets were bougie in comparison to some of the others you’ve been on. At least these afforded you some privacy, unlike a few of the others that simply had you out in the elements for anyone and everyone to see your bare ass.

You’re not sure you made it ten feet from the room when you could hear the door open and close again. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Where could Kaku possibly think you would go while on a ship in the middle of the ocean? You hadn’t tried to run in months after learning quickly that you had no hope of being able to get away from him, not with how athletic he was.

With a huff, you stop and look over your shoulder. Instead of seeing your paranoid husband, your eyes fell upon Ellie. She jogged over, nightgown bouncing with each step, “Are you going to the toilets? Can I come with you?”

“Oh, yeah of course,” you waited for her to close the gap before continuing.

Ellie reached up to grab your hand as you made your way down the dimly lit hall, “Thank you! I really needed to go but was too scared to go by myself, it’s so spooky in here at night.” That it was. The sparsely placed oil lamps did little to illuminate the halls, the moonlight shining in through the windows was doing more than they were. “And I didn’t want to ask mama since she doesn’t feel so good.”

“Aww, that was very considerate of you,” sadly she appeared to be more concerned for her mother’s well being than the woman’s husband was. It wasn’t surprising that she hadn’t even considered asking her father to go with her, you don’t think you’ve seen them speak to each other once.

She tugged on your hand and looked up at you expectantly, “Hey, can I play with Ace again tomorrow?”

“I don’t see why not, he seems to be quite fond of you,” you couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. Ellie squealed and walked with a skip in her step. 

Distantly, you wondered how Ace would feel about you naming a cat after him. He might be a little indignant about it at first, especially if you talked about how dumb the kitten was, but you think he would come around. Cat Ace is charming in his own right, he’d be able to win over human Ace. If… If he’d had the chance to. You shook your head. No, you weren’t going to let yourself spiral again tonight, and certainly not when you were escorting a child to the bathroom. 

After a somewhat long trek, the head finally came into view. Ellie let go of your hand and ran into one of the private rooms. She must have really had to go. You entered your room of choice with a decidedly calmer gait. It was very dark in there, with the only light coming from the slits in the wall letting in both fresh air and moonlight. 

Wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible, you got down to business. The choppy waters did not make balancing yourself particularly easy, but you managed. After washing your hands in a bowl of water that you were trying your hardest not to think too hard about the cleanliness of, you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror.

Pushing back the partial bangs Kaku had given you to hide your scar- that he swore up and down he wasn’t bothered by, this was purely to hide your identity- you traced over the scar. It had long since healed over, but the memories associated with it felt fresh.

Again, your thoughts drifted to the Straw Hats. A few months ago, they had disappeared. No one knew where they were and there was talk of them having disbanded. You didn’t buy it, Luffy was far too determined to give up on his dream, and his crew was too loyal to leave him, but where did that leave you?

When they first left the public eye, you had thought it was done intentionally so they could come rescue you. It would be harder for Kaku to avoid them if he had no idea where they were. That never happened. It was really starting to feel like they had abandoned you. Makes sense, you suppose, you were quite the handful for them. What with all the people chasing after you and fighting them to get to you. It was probably nice to not have to worry about that anymore.

It hurt. A lot.

But not as much as you thought it would. Kaku has told you time and time again how much he loved you, and you did believe him. At first you thought he was just obsessed and nothing more, but as time went on and he went out of his way to try and make you happy, you found yourself doubting him less and less.

You wouldn’t say that you loved him, but you’re not sure how much longer that will be the case. He’d been successful in making you at least a little fond of him. You would willingly engage in conversations with him and honestly didn’t mind him holding you at night anymore. There have also been a few instances of you getting… carried away, but you didn’t want to think about that right now.

Were a few kind words and gentle touches really all it took to make you overlook the extremely dubious beginning of your relationship with him? Were you really that easy to win over? How pathetic.

Another rough jolt of the ship snapped you out of your thoughts. A dingy bathroom was hardly the kind of place you should be staying in any longer than necessary. The wooden door creaked loudly as you forced it open, making you wince. 

Ellie was standing on a bench beneath a large window, taking in the sight of the ocean at night. She flashed you a large grin and hopped down when you approached. The walk back to your shared room was filled with speculations about what the island you were heading to would be like. It was a welcomed distraction from your previous train of thought.

As you rounded the corner of the hallway your cabin resided in, you spotted a figure stationed outside of your room. Your pulse quickened, briefly panicking as you wondered who it was, but then he turned and his side profile gave away his identity immediately. Ah, it was just Kaku. Though you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing out here.

He likely spotted both of you the second you entered the hall, and he spoke up once you got close enough to hear him. His eyes were focused on Ellie, “Your mother’s fretting over you, you should go in and let her know you’re alright.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you for walking with me, Lucky!” Ellie gave you a quick hug before scurrying into the room

It wasn’t until then that you noticed a disgruntled Ace in Kaku’s arms who was all but clawing at him to get to you. Naturally, you scooped him up and brought your dear pet to your chest, causing him to purr.

“Did something happen? Why was Clara so worked up?” You lightly stroked the kitten’s face, making him purr even harder.

“She didn’t realize her little ankle biter had slipped out of the room after you and got into a tizzy over where she had gone. She settled a bit after I said I saw her leave with you, but I figured she’d prefer to see Ellie in the room again.” Kaku sidled up to you, one of his hands found purchase on your shoulder and his head rested against your own. You allowed it, even leaning into him.

A comfortable silence blanketed you two as you lingered in the hall, swaying lightly with the current of the ocean.

“You do so well with children. Ellie adores you.” Was murmured into your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You knew where he was going with that. Kaku had been open about his desire to have children since your encounter in Enies Lobby. Over the months that you’ve been together, he’d made several comments about it. From observations that you were good with kids when you did interact with them, to asking what kind of names you liked best. He wasn’t subtle, but he never pushed it when you changed the subject.

“I guess so? Ellie’s a good kid, it’s hard not to get along with her.” You honestly weren’t sure how you felt about the idea of having children of your own, you were hardly in the best state of mind to be thinking about such things.

Kaku hummed in agreement and held you to him just a little bit tighter. After a moment, he released you, “We should hit the hay, it’s late.” He didn’t wait for an answer before gently guiding you back to the room.

Slipping off your housecoat was slightly difficult to do while holding Ace, but he was too cute for you to want to put him down so you made it work. Kaku was already in the small bed and helped you climb in, keeping a firm grip on you so that you wouldn’t be thrown to the floor from a poorly timed wave. 

Yet again, you were squished against each other from the lack of space. A couple of months ago, you would have hated this. Now? It didn’t seem so awful.

Your face was buried in his chest as Ace squirmed around in an attempt to get himself comfortable. Kaku’s lips pressed against your forehead for a brief kiss and he mumbled out a quiet “sweet dreams” before fully settling into the bed.

Maybe loving him wouldn’t be so bad.

#lucky break #kaku one piece #kaku x reader #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @fourbrickstall​

I’m a photographer who likes to shoot portraits,  acro, and toys. My favorite themes are medieval fantasy, steampunk, and apocalypse. I manage a fan community about LEGO photography called BrickCentral, and I am its LEGO ambassador.

Check out our full interview below!

How did you get your start in photography?

I think I have always really liked looking at things through a lens—I had plenty of microscopes and telescopes growing up—so photography was a natural progression. I started out taking photos of nature, architecture, and travel but really became a photographer in my mind when I learned studio photography. I love creating interesting light on people in particular.

What inspired you to work with LEGO specifically?

Several years ago, a couple of photography blogs I followed featured a 365-day phone photography project by Andrew Whyte about a miniature traveling LEGO photographer. It was the first time I had ever seen toy photography. And LEGO! It had been years since I had ever even looked at LEGO, but it brought back memories of smiley-faced space explorers on lunar bases. I was surprised by how modern LEGO minifigures had become: this LEGO photographer was so urban with a beanie hat on its head and a cute camera in its hand. I immediately wanted to create a little LEGO version of myself, too (called a “sigfig” or signature figure, I later learned.) Around that time, I had my hands full with a toddler and was looking for a way to keep shooting creatively. But I only had space for one bag at a time—a diaper bag or a camera bag—so a phone and a minifig seemed like a fantastic way to keep taking photos.

Once I got my LEGO minifigure in the mail, I started shooting and became instantly hooked. Not only on the photography but on the collecting aspect too. I now have hundreds of minifigures and even more LEGO minifigure parts to create custom characters with. So it was the LEGO that caught my attention right away, but the photography workflow is what sealed the deal for me.

What is your favorite piece of all time? Why?

I really love this photo for lots of reasons. It’s the kind of photographer I want to be: someone who doesn’t let weather or terrain or whatever become an excuse for not doing what they love. I also like that this shot looks like I found this great location in the forest, but the reality is that I shot this on my window sill with just some bark, twigs, and moss that I collected from around Brooklyn. It doesn’t get more metropolitan than NYC, but with just an idea and a few materials, I created a completely different environment. Atmospheric effects are another thing I like to add to my photos, so the “rain” hits the spot. It’s just spray from a water bottle.

From idea to final piece, how long does it take for you to create something?

The great thing about shooting LEGO is that it can be as easy or as complex as you want it to be: from subject to gear, to lighting, to location. As a portrait photographer, shooting an unusual or interesting character is part of the thrill, so I spend about an hour creating one custom minifig from my hundreds of loose parts.

Sometimes I use official LEGO models as a subject or as a background, and these take some time to build, depending on the size of the set. I build my own models and scenes, too—known as My Own Creations (MOCs) in LEGO lingo. These take me forever because I’m not a great MOC builder, and I don’t have thousands of LEGO parts at my disposal. It’s not unusual for MOCs to take days or weeks for me to finish. 

This tiny red house on wheels took me about 5 days to build:

This Japanese alley took me a month:

When shooting outdoors, I look for locations that scale well to LEGO minifigs and models and also have beautiful light. I seek out pockets of light through trees to put my subjects in, but I also make sure to have patches of shadow throughout the scene to give it some depth.

I already have some favorite locations, so it’s really just a matter of getting to them or waiting for the right time of day. Indoors, I can get shooting rather quickly at any time of day in my studio nook, which is an alcove I’ve set up with lighting and supports just for my LEGO photography. Having that dedicated space and grip really accelerates getting into a flow state. Negentropy is my friend.

A custom minifig in a MOC photographed in my studio nook is my favorite kind of work to do, but that also takes the longest because of the build time and more complex lighting.

What are 3 things you can’t live without as a creator?

My camera, my lenses, and Lightroom are three things I can’t live without as a creator. I love the whole process of shooting—seeing how different settings and gear change an image—and then taking that image and making it truer to what I feel in post.

What do you wish you knew when you first started out creating content that you know now?

I wish I knew that it’s easier to find your tribe when you figure out who you are as an artist first. I think it’s tempting to try to belong immediately because it’s exciting to find other people who share the same interests as you. But doing that too quickly and investing too deeply can influence your art or trap you in a style that isn’t really you.

What are your file name conventions?

FBT-desc-of-lego-subject.jpg I’m not as organized as I would like to be, but I have my folders set up descriptively and by date in Lightroom. It’s great for managing thousands of photos.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

I love the DnD artists on Tumblr! I’m so inspired by their beautiful illustrations, character creations, and storytelling. I played a few campaigns with my Dungeon Master brother as a teenager, so I know and love that world. I guess my affinity for custom LEGO characters is rooted in the character creation part of DnD.

My favorite characters these days are artificers and tieflings, so I follow those tags on Tumblr to see all the stunning artwork by the community.

Check out more amazing LEGO photography over at @fourbrickstall​!

#creator spotlight #lego #photographers on tumblr #lego community #fourbrickstall

[w2soneshots]

Camera girl -W2S

Words: 0.8k+

Warnings: none.

In which you begin working for ChrisMD and meet a cute boy when he features in one of his videos.

I've been one of Chris MDs photographers for almost two months now. I'm really enjoying it, don't get me wrong most of the videos are filmed outside on football pitches so it's usually freezing but I still always get great photos. Today he's filming "we took 100 shots vs an amputee keeper and scored __ goals" with Harry and Ethan. I've met both of them before at a different shoot and they were polite but we didn't really interact.

I wore blue baggy jeans, a black coat and a thick blue scarf to keep me warm along with my Uggs. I put my hair into a claw clip and applied a little bit of makeup. When I was ready I got in my car to head to the football pitch, thankfully it's only a 15 minute drive since we use this place almost every time.

Once I arrived I got my camera from the boot then shut it and locked my car. As I went to make my way towards the pitch I walked past Harry's car just as he was getting out. I smiled at him lightly. "Here let me carry that." he said taking the heavy equipment from me. "Thanks." I said simply.

When on the grass Harry placed my bag down and went to say hello to Chris. Ethan and the goal keeper arrived soon after, I set up my camera and filling began. They were having a stinker and ended up losing (it was close tho). I'd been talking snaps of the shoot but it was time to get the photos for the thumbnail.

"Ok, thumbnail faces!" I said as I looked through the camera. Harry's mouth turned into a large O shape, Chris put on an exaggerated smile and Ethan looked... angry? I clicked through the pictures. "yup, got it, thanks guys." I said and they nodded. Then I began packing up my things.

As I went to grab my bag to leave someone else's hand grabbed it first... "what are you, my personal assistant now." I said with a chuckle. He smiled and shrugged "I was leaving too so-" Harry said with a shrug. He brought my bag back to my car and placed it in the boot. "Thank you." I said appreciatively. "No problem, see you next time y/n." he said.

The next week I was back filming a football video on the same pitch. This one is another "100 shots vs" but this time it's vs the sidemen. We already filmed Josh, Tobi and Vik's half of the video a few days ago and today it's Harry, Ethan and JJ's half (Simon couldn't be here). It was another cold day so I put on some warm clothes. I put my hair up and applied some makeup.

I left my apartment and just over 30 minutes later arrived at the pitch (due to traffic). I parked and quickly grabbed my camera out of the boot. I struggled slightly as I brought the bag with me towards the field. "Hey!" I said to the main camera man as I scrambled slightly to get my equipment out of the bag, since I was late. "Sorry I'm Late, awful traffic." I said to Chris. He nodded "no problem."

JJ introduced himself since I hadn't met him before. Ethan said a quick hello and Harry flashed me a cute smile "hey, how've you been?" He asked. I smiled "ye good, you?" I asked. But before he could answer the main camera man called him over to do the intro. I gestured for him to go and he did.

The shoot went on for ages and I now was freezing. When they finally finished I walked over towards the boys to take the thumbnail pictures. They all did their usual thumbnail faces and I laughed a little at how funny they all looked. I shivered slightly as I packed my camera away. "Do you need help taking that back to your car?" I turned quickly to see Harry in front of me. "sure, thanks" I said with a smile. He picked up the bag and we walked towards my car.

I opened the boot and he placed it inside. "I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner sometime?" Harry asked hopefully. I smiled, I've been waiting for him to ask me out for a while now "I would love that." He nodded "could I get your number and we can organise a time?" He asked. I nodded and he passed me his phone. I typed my number in and he thanked me. "See you soon." I said and slid into my car. He waved me off as I pulled out of the gravel car park.

Once I got home and looked at my phone I saw a new text from an "unknown number"...

Unknown:

Hey it's Harry

Are you free anytime this week??

y/n:

Hey, I'm free Friday night?

Harry:

That's perfect

Do you like Nando's?

y/n:

Of course

Harry:

Good because I don't think I could have finished this conversation if you didn’t

y/n:

Haha, 6 work for you?

Harry:

It does, I'll pick you up.

I have a good feeling about this…

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #chrismd #behzinga #jj #ksi #ethan payne

[sirfrogsworth]

This might sound like a weird question, but have you ever come across a camera with a Bird Watching setting? I have an Olympus SP-800UZ and one of the modes it comes programmed with is literally called that, for taking pictures of birds in the wild.

As someone whose special interest is birds, I love this setting and use it a LOT, but I've never been able to find another camera with a setting like it, and at some point I told myself I didn't want to replace the camera until I could find one with a similar setting.

The reason I ask is because I've been following for a while, and I've come to respect your opinions on photography.

I tried researching your camera and figuring out what exactly the bird watching mode does and even the official manual did not say. If I were to guess, it just sets the camera up with certain parameters that are usually ideal for photographing birds, but I don't think it does anything special that other cameras can't do. You would just have to set a different camera up to those parameters rather than the camera doing it for you.

If I were to guess, it probably enables a certain autofocus mode for small subjects and limits how slow the shutter speed can go so you don't get motion blur when very zoomed in.

However, I know exactly which features are important to get good bird photos, so as long as the camera has the following features, you don't really need a dedicated bird mode. Though if a camera has a "pet mode" it would probably work similarly to the bird mode you are used to.

Most important bird photography features...

Good autofocus

Good zoom range

Image stabilization (Either optical or sensor, not digital)

Autofocus has come a long way in the last few years. It's difficult to assess the autofocus from specifications alone, so you will probably need to rely on reviews to know if the camera locks in on subjects well. Some cameras have pet and wildlife autofocus features that can be very helpful in tracking smaller subjects like birds. So I would look out for any camera that has a pet autofocus mode or a review that says it locks onto smaller subjects well—even if they don't mention birds. If it can lock onto a chihuahua, it can usually do so with a bird too.

Birds and wildlife in general tend to get spooked easily and it is often difficult to get close without them running or flying away. So having a longer zoom range can really help you keep your distance and not startle your subject. I would say the minimum focal length for getting good bird shots is around 300mm (on a full frame camera). Some cameras only quantify their zoom by magnification (20x, 30x, 40x, etc.) and don't really say what that is in relation to. So focal length is a better metric to assess how zoomy a lens is. 10-35mm would be wide angle. 50mm is about like our eyes. 100mm is slightly telephoto. And 300mm and above would be very telephoto.

You may need to google the focal range equivalent to a full frame 35mm camera. So you would search "[camera model] 35mm equivalent focal range" to figure that out. And as long as it goes past 300mm, it might be a good candidate for birding.

When you have a camera that zooms in that far, any movement will be exaggerated—especially if you have naturally shaky hands. Not only can that introduce motion blur into your images, but it can make it very difficult to track your subject. Looking through the viewfinder will result in a wiggly mess and you won't know what you are pointing the camera at.

Image stabilization helps negate that exaggerated movement.

There are 3 kinds of stabilization. First is optical, which is built into the lens with a floating glass element. Then there is sensor stabilization (often called IBIS for "in-body image stabilization") which allows the sensor to shift and move to counteract any motion introduced by your hands. And the last form is digital stabilization which is done using the camera's software.

The first two are physical solutions that can adjust on the fly much like a chicken's head.

The digital solution is mostly just fancy image cropping. It zooms in a tiny bit on your image and then aligns a continuous crop to give the appearance of a stable image.

The lens and the sensor are still a jiggling mess, but this constant cropping allows you to see the illusion of a stable image in your viewfinder and in the videos you take. And while this is very helpful for tracking subjects and capturing video footage, it will not help you negate motion blur—which is why the other two methods are preferred for still photography.

Bigger cameras can often forego stabilization because the zoom lenses are bigger and heavier and don't shake as much and they let in a lot more light so you can raise your shutter speed to freeze motion. It's still nice to have, and if you have IBIS and optical stabilization combined on a big camera you can almost take pictures in the dark without camera shake, but all of those conveniences can get costly.

The camera you have now is called a "bridge" camera or a "superzoom". These are (relatively) inexpensive cameras that use a smaller smartphone-style sensor but with a more classic camera body surrounding it and a non-changeable lens. Small sensors have one big advantage where if you put a zoom lens in front of them, they can see from Alaska to Russia.

For instance, your camera has an 840mm equivalent lens. That is near telescopic.

For reference, this is what an 800mm lens looks like for a full frame professional camera.

It weighs 10 pounds and costs about $13,000.

Granted the image quality of that lens is in another universe compared to your superzoom, but if you are mostly interested in documenting the birds you are encountering, a superzoom is a neat tool to have. It's like digital binoculars.

So I guess the question is, do you just want to document your bird adventures or do you want to delve into artistic bird photography?

You can upgrade to a nicer superzoom and get some improved clarity and ease-of-use features, which is totally valid. You could even get a "premium" superzoom that can do artistic bird photography in ideal lighting conditions.

Or if you go with a more professional interchangeable lens camera system (ILC), you can achieve some stunning artistic photos like these...

Freezing a bird midflight while catching a fish is just not really feasible with a basic superzoom.

Let's talk about the advantages and disadvantages of a superzoom bridge camera as compared to a more professional ILC setup.

Superzoom Pros

No learning curve. These cameras are designed for novice photographers and have very good automatic functions. You can pretty much pull them out of the box and start taking pictures without knowing the fundamentals of photography.

Incredible zoominess. You can get amazing zoom power for a fraction of the price.

Budget friendly. The top of the line superzoom camera is still only about $1500 as compared to the top of the line mirrorless ILC (for wildlife) which is $6500 *without* a lens. And the lower to mid range superzooms are even more affordable, especially if you consider used options.

Superzoom Cons

Noisy images in low light. These cameras are mostly suited for bright sunny days. The small sensors and cheaper lenses do not capture very much light. In more challenging lighting situations you will tend to get very noisy images due to using a high ISO to compensate.

Inconsistent image quality. Under the best of circumstances, you can get some really beautiful photographs. But when you push the camera to its extremes, the image quality can start to deteriorate. Low light causes noise. The more you zoom in, the softer your images will get. Low megapixels limit your options to crop in on far away subjects—which is often an issue with wildlife.

Deep depth of field. A lot of bird photographers like using shallow depth of field to blur the background so the bird really stands out in the photo. Small sensors can have a very hard time blurring the background unless the subject is quite far away and you are zoomed all the way in. But when you are all the way zoomed in, the image can get soft and lack detail. So you trade image quality for a blurry background.

Lack of professional features and accessories. There are many advanced features that can make bird photography much easier. Some cameras have advanced motion tracking that can allow you to capture birds in flight. The latest generation can even track a tiny bird's eye. There are also accessories that are only made for ILCs. Like motion activated shutter triggers that will take a picture of a bird automatically if you set up a camera near a feeder. There are flashes that work at very long distances. You can get camouflage skins for your lenses so the birds can't see you. Stuff like that.

ILC Pros

Lower image noise. With a bigger sensor and better lenses you can shoot with a very low ISO in good light and get incredibly clean noise-less images.

Better high ISO performance. If you are in low light, you can increase the ISO and still get a very good image. The noise on an ILC is much less distracting and easier to deal with—especially with advanced noise reduction software.

Background blur is easy. Due to the much larger sensor and telephoto lenses, almost every telephoto image will have beautiful blurry backgrounds no matter how small the aperture is.

Sharper, faster lenses. The lenses are much sharper and let in a lot more light. The quality of the image does not decrease as you zoom in. And the sharp optics allow a lot of leeway for cropping. So even if a bird was super far away, you can crop the image after the fact and it will still be quite detailed.

More megapixels. A lot of bird photography needs to be cropped in due to subject distance. Having more megapixels allows for more cropping. (I know I keep talking about cropping, but it really is a huge aspect of most bird photography.)

Advanced autofocus. This is the big game changer, especially on the new mirrorless cameras. The latest Canon and Sony cameras have eye detect autofocus for animals. You can literally lock onto a bird's eye while it is in flight and get perfect focus. It's bonkers.

ILC Cons

Steep learning curve. A lot of people think they'll get a big ILC and immediately get better pictures than their smartphone. They are often disappointed when that isn't the case. You really need to learn the fundamentals of photography to get good photos out of an ILC (free course here). They do have automatic modes, but without learning about aperture, shutter speed, and ISO (the exposure triangle) and how to balance them and when to prioritize what, you might end up with *worse* photos than a smartphone.

Wildlife photography can get very expensive. Big lenses with a lot of zoom are some of the priciest available. There are some budget options, but you will have to sacrifice quite a bit of zoom and light-gathering capabilities. The quality of the photos is usually worth it, but you may have to learn how to get closer to birds to photograph them.

Heavy as heck. Superzooms are very light and portable. A wildlife ILC configuration is very unwieldy. The camera is heavier. The lens is long and heavy. Carrying all of that gear into the wilderness can be quite a hassle.

Some camera suggestions...

Superzoom Options

If I'm being honest, in the sub $300 range, I don't think you'll be able to drastically improve over what you already have. All of the cameras in this range are quite similar and while a few might have some features that are helpful, the image quality is going to be roughly the same.

You are probably going to need to spend at least $400-700 to get a meaningful upgrade from what you have.

The top-of-the-line superzoom would be the Sony RX10 Mark IV at $1100 used. You can get the previous model, the Mark III, for about $900 used. It's a wonderful camera and the image quality and features rival or even surpass some ILC options. If you don't have the time to learn an ILC system but want the best possible quality, this might be an option. But an ILC will still give you better results if you are willing to put in the time.

For more mid-tier superzooms, you might look into the Panasonic Lumix models. They use slightly larger sensors than most superzooms and are known for their lens optical quality along with their stabilization.

The FZ1000 is getting very old, but it is still a powerful camera at a good price. The only downside is the focusing system isn't as advanced as newer cameras. But it will be better than what you have and you can find one used for around $400.

The newer FZ1000 II or the FZ2500 would be great options that have more modern autofocus and a lot more bells and whistles. They are fairly similar and can both be found for around $650 used. They do great video as well.

These are not the only options, but they are ones I know of and models I have heard positive things about. If you want to see what else is out there I would google "bridge superzoom cameras" and then maybe add your price range as well. Read reviews and watch YouTube videos to get a sense of the cameras you are interested in. As long as the camera has decent autofocus, I don't think you need a specific bird feature—so I wouldn't limit yourself in that regard.

ILC Options

When trying to come up with a good bird photography setup for interchangeable lens cameras, there is basically an easy, medium, and hard mode depending on how much you spend.

As I mentioned, the top-of-the-line mirrorless cameras have autofocus tracking that can lock onto a bird's eye while in flight. They have both IBIS and lenses with optical stabilization. They have burst modes that let you take 30 photos per second. They have 50 megapixel sensors that allow you to crop to your heart's content and still have megapixels left over.

It's quite dreamy if you have the money.

But I'm guessing if you are coming from an Olympus bridge camera that is probably a bit more of an upgrade than you were thinking.

So if easy mode is not viable, let's talk about medium and hard mode.

If you still want the bird detecting autofocus, in body image stabilization, and a pretty zoomy lens, Canon has some newer mirrorless cameras that would take amazing artistic bird shots. It's still spendy, but not $9000 spendy.

The Canon R7 is a great APS-C mirrorless camera with IBIS that can be found used for about $1300. It has 32 megapixels and due to having a slightly smaller sensor, you even get some bonus zoom out of all your lenses at about 1.6x. It's still a much larger sensor than a superzoom, just not quite the size of the Alpha 1.

Alpha 1 is Full Frame. R7 is APS-C. And Superzooms don't get any bigger than the 1" sensor.

Pair the R7 with the RF 100-400mm lens ($600 used) with optical stabilization, and you would have a stellar bird photography setup for about $1900. (It would be a 160-640mm equivalent lens on the R7 due to the 1.6x crop factor.)

Which is probably still way more than you want to spend.

So we have the hard mode option.

No bird eye autofocus. No stabilization. You have to learn the fundamentals and practice in order to get good shots. However, wildlife photographers have been getting AMAZING photos with the gear I'm about to suggest. In fact, all of these photos were captured with the hard mode ILC combo.

The Canon 7D Mark II has been a beloved camera body for wildlife photography for many years. Many pros still use it to great effect to this day. It doesn't have bird autofocus, but it still has one of the best DSLR autofocus systems that was ever developed. It can even track moving subjects, it just doesn't know it is tracking a bird so it is more prone to error on occasion. It can be found used for $500-600.

The Canon 400mm F/5.6 telephoto lens is one of the most affordable lenses Canon ever made for wildlife. It is an old lens, but it is sharp and takes beautiful images. No stabilization, but it is big and heavy so that isn't a huge deal. You can also carry a monopod rest it on. And on the 7D II, it is the equivalent of a 640mm lens. It costs around $650 used, which is very inexpensive compared to other telephoto lenses.

So you are looking at around $1200 for the combo. But the photos you can achieve with these two items will blow pretty much any superzoom out of the water.

To sum up...

ILC photography is always going to have a steep learning curve and expensive barrier for entry, but you can achieve some truly stunning results.

Superzooms are getting better and some of the newer ones can still take excellent pictures of birds under the right circumstances. They are lightweight and hassle free and allow you to get incredible zooms for a low cost.

If you mostly take photos of stationary birds outside on bright sunny days, you will be fairly happy with a superzoom.

If you want to take photos during darker times like sunrise or sunset or in a dense forest... or if you want to take photos of birds mid-flight, you will probably have to get an ILC.

I hope that was helpful. I know I overdo these answers, but I try to help as many people as I can by giving a broad overview of the topic and the myriad ways to go about things.

#photography #long post

[adventuresinobx]

Caught on Film

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Drew is a budding photographer and it just so happens his favourite subject is his girlfriend 📸

A/N: Inspired by this photo - this was @starkeyobx’s idea so I hope I did it justice! It was meant to be cute but it ended up a bit smutty...

Warnings: Cute fluff to start with, and some smut at the end 👀

Your boyfriend had one big obsession - well two big obsessions - you, his girlfriend, and photography. And it just so happened both of them went hand in hand.

Drew loved to take pictures - of things, of landscapes and of people. But his favourite subject was snapping photographs of you. The two of you had been dating for several months now and and it had been going great. He had a weekend off work and the two of you decided to head to Miami for the weekend for some time in the city and a break from Charleston. Sure, Charleston was great - but it was nice to explore somewhere new.

“You look beautiful in that bikini,” Drew said, his eyes flicking down over your body and the way the little material hugged all your curves. There was so much of your skin exposed, but enough covered for him to continue undressing you with his eyes. The two of you were walking on the beach; Drew following slightly behind you with his camera around his neck and it resting on his toned - and bare - stomach.

Every now and again, he would lift his camera up and snap a few pictures of you, getting all the best angles and showing off your incredible figure.

“Hey, turn this way for me baby,” he said, you doing as he asked and smiling at the camera. He stood there for a moment, snapping a couple of photos and dropping the camera around his neck. You took a moment to stand there looking at him as he looked at you. He walked towards you, his hand lifting up to stroke your cheek sweetly with his thumb.

“Oh you look so beautiful today,” he said, brushing his thumb against your delicate skin before kissing you sweetly on the lips. He pushed away a bit of your hair that had fallen over your face, tucking it behind your ear before he went in for another kiss.

The beach was beautiful, golden sands for miles and the super blue ocean hitting the horizon, but despite the stunning view, Drew could only look at you. He thought you looked so perfect, so peaceful - and all his. He threaded his fingers with yours, walking towards the edge of the beach with you so you two could get back to the hotel, Miami was hot.

You ran a little ahead as he snapped pictures of his favourite view (you walking in front of him and him snapping a few cute pictures of your ass). As you turned around, a smile formed on his lips as he felt your gaze on him. “Come here,” you said, waiting for him to catch up with you. As he did, he leaned in for a quick kiss, which you reciprocated, and then you reached forward and tapped the camera.

“Can I borrow it please?” you asked. He was usually precious with his camera, not letting anyone touch it. But of course, you were different. He handed it over, taking it off his neck, as you turned the lens on him and made him the subject of the photos. You walked backwards, snapping pics of him as he perfected his ‘resting bitch face’ - or ‘model pose’ as he called it. You nearly bumped into someone and laughed at yourself, and on hearing the laugh fall from your lips, he too started laughing. The genuine smile on his face was featured in the next five photos.

“God when you laugh,” you said, looking through the last few shots you’d taken on the digital camera. He was perfect. This was perfect. And he looked incredible. His body was so sculpted but not too much. His broad shoulders had you weak and biting your lip as you surveyed his body. You must have accidentally snapped a photo as the flash all of a sudden went off.

“Distracted?” he asked in a teasy tone, as he noticed the confused look on your face. You nodded, giggling at the photo you’d taken. It was of his crotch - and you swore it was a complete accident. You showed him, a little embarrassed, but you found the situation funny. He laughed too, smiling at you as he shook his head. “Horny today, are we?”

**

An hour later, and a long walk around Miami, with plenty more photos taken, you two headed back for some much needed air conditioning away from the heat. As soon as you got in, you quickly took a shower, washing the heat of Miami off your body. You changed into a pair of lace panties and a matching bra and threw one of Drew’s old tops over you. He was so tall compared to you that it might as well have been a dress for you.

“Comfy?” he asked, lying on the bed with his camera on his tummy. He was just in his boxers, the muscles of his abs still glistening from the droplets of water from his shower about five minutes before.

“Very,” you replied, “What you doing?” He looked over at you, holding the camera up so you could see all the pictures he had taken of you in a multiview window on his camera. 

“Just seeing how the shots came out today,” he said, surveying them, “This is my favourite.” He picked one, which showed your bum a little more than the others, and held it up to you. You crawled onto the bed, taking a closer look, but you being so close to him had him distracted and he put the camera down, his hands instead moving to your waist to pull you on top of him. You licked your lips, straddling him, as you leant forward to press a kiss on his lips. You had meant to keep it innocent, but he pushes his hips up to meet yours and all bets were off now. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, biting his lip as your lips made their way to his earlobe, where you playfully nibbled at the soft flesh there before making your way down his jaw line, placing chaste kisses along the bone. You were just about to kiss down his collarbone when he stopped you and with great ease, managed to flip you over so he was in charge.

“Wait wait,” you said, causing him to instantly pull away. He looked at you concerned, his thumb on your cheek as he quizzed you on if you were ok or needed anything from him. You smiled at him, grabbing his hand reassuringly to insist nothing was wrong. You flicked your eyes to the camera, which Drew had placed on the bedside table earlier for safety.

“I just thought we could use the camera, you know, make something together.” His eyes lit up at your words.

“A sex tape?”

“I guess so,” you said, blushing at his words, “I mean, let’s just call it a home video.” He hopped off you, clearly eager and dragged his tripod in front of the bed, keen to get the best angle. He put his camera in place and switched on the record button, a grin forming on his face as he admired the view of you lying there on the hotel bed looking hot as fuck in his clothes.

“Let’s do this,” he said, crawling back onto the bed with you. You would have never put Drew down as a guy who liked to do this but suddenly you found yourself lying on the bed waiting for him to join you.

“Recording?” you asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous. You blushed as he nodded, licking your lips for a moment as you tried to move down the bed so you could help him out first.

“No; me first,” he said, pushing you on your back and moving between your legs. He lifted your top up, and over your head, kissing all the new skin he had exposed and focusing on your tummy specifically, which was a particularly sensitive spot for you. You gasped as his lips trailed across your skin there and down to your thighs. He’d angled the camera to the side so it could perfectly catch what he was doing and that turned you on even more. You gasped when his hands trailed all over your body and up to your breasts, which he squeezed, before tugging the lacy material off them and exposing them completely. The coolness of the air in the room making your nipples instantly stand to attention, one hand reaching up to pinch them with his fingers, making a moan spill from your lips.

He placed a few kisses on your inner thighs before using his hand to push them apart more, the other one still busy massaging your breasts like you loved. “Use your words please baby,” he said softly, “Camera needs to hear you.” You moaned at what he said, bucking your hips up and nearly colliding yourself with his lips which were just hovering above where you needed them most.

“Please touch me Drew, taste me,” you whined out, sighing in relief as his lips finally made contact with your soaking wet core. He pushed your underwear aside, checking the camera was getting a good view as he dove back in, his tongue swirling inside you in a steady rhythm which had you begging for more. He licked up and down your slit, using his fingers to part your folds before pushing his tongue deeper. He would only stop or slow down when you didn’t say anything.

“We’re putting on a show for the cameras baby, they need to hear you.” You could feel that sensation building up inside you as he flicked his tongue over your clit relentlessly, his fingers pushing in and out of you in a steady rhythm that had you coming in seconds. You gripped onto him, wherever you could as you released, a wicked smile on his face as he lapped up your wetness. He stayed there for a few moments, the movement of his tongue slowing ever so gently as he made sure all the mess was cleaned up. You were in a state of bliss, but he deserved the pleasure too and soon you had moved to in between his legs, swapping positions.

He was rock hard, you unsure how he could have taken that for all that long. Being so restricted in his boxers, so you didn’t waste time on pulling them down and freeing him for his clothed confines.

“Mmm,” he groaned at the feeling, you looking at what you had to work with with great pleasure. You swirled your tongue around the head first, taking the time to focus on where the pre-cum was leaking from his cock. You slowly took him inch by inch, never forgetting to stop the slow movements of your hand on the base of his length as you delicately focused on the tip - and his pleasure. He was so quiet, biting his lip furiously to hold it together - and that was when you stopped.

“Words, the camera,” you said, copying his warning from earlier and he nodded furiously.

“Please baby, give me more, go deeper,” he said, his hand twisting in your hair and pushing you onto him. You liked him taking control and the sensation of you hollowing our your cheeks for him made his hips jolt forward. “Good girl,” he said softly, stroking your hair as your mouth threatened to gag over how deep your were taking his length into your mouth.

“I love it when you do that princess, taking my cock so well, so good,” he managed, his words punctuated with moans as he tried to keep it together. You did as he asked, taking him deeper into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat. It was so good, so hot with the way he was speaking and gosh he made you melt. He was incredible and absolutely perfect.

“One more time,” he said, very lightly pulling on your hair to pull you off his cock before helping you use your mouth to take all of him again. With one more hit of the back of your throat, he came. He shot his load down your throat, his hand holding you there to swallow it all. He knew that was your favourite part of making him cum. You eventually moved off him, your heart racing. You had forgotten completely about the camera, until he made his next comment, your cheeks flushing red.

“Right now, on your hands and knees in front of that camera,” he said as he laid out the next ‘scene’, “We’ve still got a few things to get on tape.”

A/N: Hope you liked it! Le me know if you’d like a part two!

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[multifandom-worlds]

Still Under Your Spell

Genre: Spicy but not smut

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: N/A

Authors Note: This is a part 2 of @holdmytesseract's fic Under Your Spell feature model!Tom Hiddleston. Give that a read if you haven't yet!

It has been months since I got my Calvin Klien photoshoot done by her, and she has been on my mind since. Many people have photographed me throughout my career, but none like her. I found every waking thought to wander back to her; how is she doing? Does she think of me too? Should I be reading more into our interactions, or was it strictly professional on her end? Was I the only one feeling these things? On impulse, I booked another session with her for today.

I walk up to the door, palms sweating. I have no idea why I'm so nervous; I've been here before, and I've been photographed millions of times by now, but this photographer just makes me feel some type of way. 

Sam was there to greet me again. 

"Back again, I see. You're not the first model to return for my little shutterbug. Go on in; she's just finishing up with another model. I didn't tell her it was you coming back." She spoke before ushering me back to the studio. I wanted to get some photos done for my own personal collections and some to send to my family - at least, that was the reasoning I used. 

I stroll back, watching her work. She was professional and dignified, not the stuttering, flustered woman I had met months ago. Leaning against the doorframe, my thoughts begin to drift, wondering what her lip would feel like, wondering what kissing her would be like. Would she be receptive and let me lead her? Would she take the lead? Would her hands be around my neck or in my hair? Would she even let me kiss her, or does she have a partner? These questions plagued my mind as I watched her.

My thoughts turned less savoury as she crouched down for a shot, her jeans pulling tight against her ass, accentuating the delicious curve. Thankfully, she stood up shortly after; objectifying her like that felt wrong. I tried to shift my thoughts to more benign things, but all I could think of was her and feeling her body beneath my hands. I want her so bad; I almost walked out to prevent anything from happening, but just as I was leaving, I caught her eye, and she blushed. It looks like I’m going through with it after all.

She finishes up with the other client before hurriedly him to the front of the studio for Sam to finish up with, leaving her and I alone. She bites her lip before nervously greeting me. “H-hello again, Tom. What brings you back?” She questions, fiddling with her camera. 

“I loved our session last time; I want some more casual photos done to send to my family,” I said, hands in the pockets of my jeans. I could see her eyes trailing down my body before flicking back up to meet my eyes. This is a common occurrence for me, but I can’t explain why with her, but it feels different somehow. 

She shifts some furniture around while I head back to the changing room to change and freshen myself up. I pop in a mint to freshen my breath while throwing my hair back into a bun and exit the room to see the studio switched around. The bed that was there is now returned into a couch, and several artificial “walls” and doorframes were erected. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. She is an impressive woman; my infatuation with her grows stronger the longer I am in her presence. 

She goes over some basic ideas she had for the shoot before we get started. She took a few shots before coming to me to get my opinion. I decided now would be as good a time as any to test the water to see how receptive she would be to my advances. I look over her shoulder, gently brushing my hand against her hip. She blushed, swallowing hard before trying to focus back on her camera. 

I return to the couch, sitting on the back of it with my feet on the cushions, looking at her intensely, hooking my tongue piercing against my teeth. That got a reaction out of her. “You know,” I spoke, standing up and slowly walking towards her, “I’ve heard kissing someone with a tongue piercings can be quite the….experience.”

She shutters slightly, meeting my eye. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never kissed someone with a tongue piercing before,” she replied, biting her lip. I could see her nervous excitement as she looked between me and the door to her studio. I made it to her before placing my hands on her hips, pulling her roughly into me, our hips colliding. “Would you like to kiss someone with a tongue piercing? And a lip piercing on top of that?” I question, leaning in until our lips were only a hairsbreadth away. What happens next depends entirely on the following words that leave her perfect, painted lips.

“Y-yes…”

I closed the distance between us the second the word left her lips. Her lips were incredibly soft, much softer than I imagined. She didn’t hesitate to return the kiss; the way her hands trailed up my arms before coming to rest on my shoulders gave me goosebumps. Her touch so so gentle, but the implications behind them were so heavy. I pull her closer and carefully walk her backwards until her back slams against the wall, but her lips never leave mine. I ran my tongue across her lower lip, curious if she would give me entry and to my surprise and delight, she parted her lips slightly. 

All thoughts in my head disappear as soon as our tongues start battling for dominance, the low moans that bubble in her throat, the way she arches her back, pressing her hips into me even more. Breaking the kiss to catch my breath, I take in her appearance, committing it to memory. Flushed cheeks, smeared lipstick, I could so quickly get addicted to this, to her. Letting go of her hips with one hand, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before resting on her cheek. Her already-flushed face deepened, and she cleared her throat.

“No one has kissed me…like that.” She mutters, her eyes downcast. Was she embarrassed? Did she not like it? I drop my hands before attempting to step back, but she gently pulls me back, her eyes meeting mine. “Do…can you do it again? I liked it..”

That was all the confirmation I needed.  "With pleasure," I spoke before returning to kiss her, slipping my tongue back into her mouth and continuing my exploration. She tasted so fucking good; I can’t get enough of her. My hands roam downwards slightly before coming to rest on her butt. I needed more; I craved more.

“Jump; I can hold you,” I ordered between heated kisses. She jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist without breaking the kiss, clinging onto me as I walked her over to the couch and carefully dropping her onto her back. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” I growl in her ear, kneeling over her, hands skimming her body and watching for any signs of discomfort. All I saw in her beautiful eyes was a desperate want, a want I was more than happy to give into.

I quickly pull my hair out before returning my attention to her; I want her to realize how a woman like her should be kissed and worshipped. I want her to be mine and mine alone. Her fingers tangle in my hair as our lips collide again, her desperate need palpable. She was enjoying herself, and that’s all I needed to keep going. I will give her every inch of me if she asks, right here, right now. 

She was the one to break the kiss, breaths heaving as she looked up at me. She was about to say something, but Sam’s voice was calling from the doorway, interrupting her. “Shutterbug, your next client is here!”

I quickly stand up, offering her my hand to help her to her feet before wiping some of the lipstick off her lip with my thumb and pulling out a piece of paper from my pocket. “Here’s my number; I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, outside the studio, that is..” I say before handing her the paper and walking towards the door connecting the studio to the lobby before turning back and winking at her. “Thanks for the great session, Shutterbug; I look forward to hearing from you soon.”

#tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom Hiddleston

[rainbowsky]

Perspectives on the Mystery Man

In reference to this previous post, here are a few more things to consider...

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I asked someone familiar with the equipment they are seated by, and they told me that they are racks of wireless microphone receivers, and the only time anyone would be interacting with those racks is when they're setting the mics up. They don't require any sort of regular monitoring.

Which is exactly what it looks like. None of the three sitting there are doing anything. They don't even look at the gear.

And it's very 👀👀👀 that someone who happens to look like GG, dress like GG, wear glasses like GG, laugh and do other gestures like GG's, have uncannily similar features, hairline, skin tone and ear shape as GG... just happens to show up in the background of a SDOC3 shoot, as a bystander who is there for no apparent productive reason, never once showing his face.

I'm going to stop short of saying it's GG because we can't verify it 100%, but it is definitely a strange 'coincidence'.

For those of you who remember, GG did a similar thing when he was on Produce 101. He posed as a photographer and went into the room where the contestants were and started taking pictures and acting like a photographer and he had a fake name and everything.

The girls figured it out, I'm sure in part because the crew were not acting normal and I think they kind of outed his disguise, but it does show that he is up for that kind of fooling around, and he seemed to really enjoy it.

As I said in the notes for this post, Huang Bo, GG and DD, and the producer of SDOC are all known pranksters, this is a segment specifically devoted to pranking. It's not that much of a stretch to imagine that this was just a bit of clownery on their part. A way to put GG in a little cameo for the show without anyone knowing.

It's no different, really, than GG leaving DD's name in his Qingdao snacks video, or putting little candies in his ideal life painting or in other drawings, or the heart mole, or DD making all of his Nike posts about GG. If we believe that those things are genuine candies, then I don't really think it's a stretch at all think that this might have actually been a planned prank.

But it's completely crazy as well, to think they'd engineer a secret GG cameo for SDOC3. But I guess if he was visiting DD on set it would be a lot more fun to wait in the shot for him to be done filming than to sit in some back room. 😅

Of course it's all 🤡 and we don't know for sure and probably never will, but it is a fun one, and a bit of a weird mystery.

Edit: more here.

#the mysteries of yizhan #🤡🚙 #sdoc3 #🤡 in the twilight zone #dd drops candies gg drops bombs

[photogrivy]

The thing about photography, as an industry, was that there were so many different avenues that you could go down. You could pigeonhole yourself to one specific area and, so long as you had the clients and were a success, make an absolute killing without ever having to branch out and try new things. That wasn’t for Ivy, though. She enjoyed trying new things, exploring different elements of her craft. She loved uncovering new parts of herself and the art that she created. 

Her first ventures into photography had been a chaotic mix of street art and portraiture. She’d worked with the city as her canvas, trying to turn the things she saw every day into something far more beautiful. Over the years, however, she’d finally be lucky enough to gain new opportunities and branch out with her work. She’d previously been thrust into a studio with a band of four, never before having handled lighting equipment to that scale, nor adjustable backdrops and an array of costume changes. Her world was growing larger every day, and today was yet another example of that. 

It had been a last minute thing, the event she had lined up. She’d gotten an email and a follow up phonecall at 8am from a publishing company she’d never heard of – one that had sparked Wardo’s interest momentarily before he’d turned his attention back to Harlow’s instagram – telling her that their photographer had gotten caught up in Maine. Apparently, there’d been a snowstorm and they wouldn’t make it in time - not that Ivy gave a single shit what had caused their delay. She was benefiting from their bad luck, and she’d be the one who’d be getting the paycheck at the end of the day. 

With very little time to prepare, Ivy had asked them to send on as little information as necessary – she really only needed the location of the venue, the times, and a base outline of what the starting rate would be – and she’d set about getting ready for the day. All she knew was that it was an event featuring a few publishers, some hotshot literary agent, and some author whose book was in the process of being published. She had no idea what his name was or what his book was about, and she didn’t really care, either. She figured she might be able to swing a free copy for Wardo, at best, but aside from that she was just happy to get the work. She just needed to introduce herself to the team, stick around for the event, and get a few shots. There’d be some snaps of the author talking, some crowd shots, and then a few posed photos of him with his book. Easy stuff, she figured. 

With her bag slung over her shoulder, heavy with her camera and all her equipment, Ivy used her boot to push open the door in front of her, not wanting to accidentally bump any of her valuables against it in the process. Carefully making her way into the building, she stared around her at the empty lobby. The lady she’d spoken to on the phone had said there’d be someone waiting for her at the desk to point her in the right direction, but so far there didn’t seem to be anyone. Still, she was a little early, so she figured it was best to try her hand at being patient for a change and wait until she was called on. Stepping aside from the doorway so as not to block it, she set her bag down on an empty chair, hovering awkwardly beside it as she waited. 

A few minutes passed when Ivy finally heard the faint whoosh of the door opening again behind her, the sound of New York traffic filtering in momentarily until it clicked back onto its latch. Turning her attention back, she plastered a polite smile onto her face, eager to greet whoever had just entered the building. A man wandered into the lobby; his head hung low as he stared down at his phone. A strange sense of déjà vu overcame her as she tried to make out his features, quietly willing him to look up. As bizarre as she knew it sounded, there was something vaguely familiar about the man, right down to his gait. 

“Hey, uh, are you here for the signing?” Ivy called out, trying to catch his attention. He clearly hadn’t noticed she was there, and she figured if he also had no idea where he was going that it might be helpful for them to be lost together, at the very least. 

At the sound of her voice, the man lifted his head and Ivy’s heart stopped in her chest. Her throat constricting, head spinning, she stared back in horror. It was like every bad thing Ivy had ever done in her life was finally catching up to her; like some kind of God that she didn’t even believe in was punishing her for every sin she’d ever committed by bringing Louis fucking Denver back into her life. 

Rage filled her chest as she glared at the man who had broken her best friend’s heart. He looked different, somehow. Like a man who was happy and healthy and hadn’t destroyed Wardo’s entire livelihood and any last notion of hope and happiness that he’d managed to concoct all those years ago. She took in his features, the curve of his jaw, the sharpness of his cheekbones; he looked prettier, somehow, and it made her angry. She wondered if he looked shorter than she remembered, or if she was just seeing what she wanted to see in her own furious haze. 

“What the FUCK are you doing here, Denver?” she demanded. 

#thread: louis1 #ft. louis

[jakesuit0]

Still Review

“Still” is pretty overlooked, with it coming only a few episodes after the amazing feat that is “Hitman”. While “Still” isn’t nearly as funny (but still has a lot of great jokes), or even as good, it’s more committed to Ice King, Finn, and Jake interaction. Ice King freezes Finn and Jake, forcing unadulterated silly interactions between the three. Ice King wanting to be Finn and Jake’s friend is a pretty consistent goal of his from here on out, after being briefly surfaced in episodes like “What Have You Done?”. 

Ice King’s been spying on Finn and Jake (as seen in “The Eyes”) enough to make some pretty accurate observations, like Finn’s favorite food being meatloaf, which is a consistent character trait. Ice King notes that Jake is afraid of real emotion, something expanded on in “Cloudy”. Finn goes into the astral plane to try to summon an astral beast. I assume this ability ties to his past life as a catalyst comet making him more in touch with spirituality, with his heightened senses from being frozen helping Finn to access it. This leaves the rest of the episode to explore Jake and Ice King’s relationship on their own. This is unique to this episode, as there’s unfortunately no episodes dedicated to just the two of them. Ice King dresses up as Finn, making for a fairly creepy outfit. He definitely dresses up as Finn sometimes when he’s alone in the Ice Kingdom. I’m sure he has fantasies of being Finn. Jake is having none of it. He’s easily irritated by Ice King, more so than Finn. In addition to just seeing him as a creepy weirdo, Jake still isn’t totally past Ice King’s murderous streak in the season one era, as he reminds him of earlier in the episode. 

It’s always a treat seeing Ice King’s artistic side, and I love him going into detail of the meaning behind close up shots of penguins. The idea of Ice King as a professional photographer is just really funny. The exchange between Ice King and Jake about crushes is probably their funniest interaction in the series, with Ice King acting like a 13 year old at a sleepover. Ice King and Jake are both romantics, but both have wildly different perspectives on dating. Ice King views romance like a child, calling women “girls”, and thinking Jake’s feelings for Lady Rainicorn are a big secret. I also love Ice King acting like his “crush” on Bubblegum is a big revelation. 

By the morning, Jake wants to rip Ice King’s fucking throat out. Ice King saying he’s gonna “put his foot in it” (referring to the omelet), which is a very quotable Ice King line. Jake looks so uncomfortable when Ice King tells Jake that he’ll be inside of him (need I comment more on how that sounds?). Finn wakes up, but accidentally summons butterflies, due to his past life as one. Even Jake is able to manipulate the butterflies due to his enhanced brain sense. The butterflies smack Ice King with the steel sword Finn got in “Morituri Te Salutamus”. Ice King accidentally uses the freezing potion on the three of them, ending the episode very similarly to “Hitman”, with an unresolved ending. This episode could have even picked up on the end of “Hitman”, with Finn and Jake instead being frozen in ice. Maybe BMO will save them. Speaking of BMO, where the fuck is he in this episode? Missed opportunity to have some Gunter and BMO interaction, something I’ve always wanted to see. Gunter added a lot of funny moments throughout this episode, and he finally gets to smash the unfreezing potion at the end. Ending on Gunter dancing is a pretty inspired choice.

“Still” is a pretty funny bottle episode (that also features bottles) and is funnier than anything done with the Ice King roommate arc in season 5

Grade: A-

#adventure time #finn and jake #jake the dog #finn the human #ice king #gunter #still

[lily-drake]

The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Twelve

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Something just wasn’t adding up.  There had to  be something that he was missing.  Tim sighed as he stared at the screen in front of him.  Two months, it had been two months since Sabine had first contacted them and no one in the entire family had been able to find even a clueas to what happened.  They had tracked the emails that “Marinette” had been sending her parents and friends, hacked into the video and phone calls, had watched every last bit of security footage that they could find with her in, and nothing.  Cameras were almost always down during Akuma Attacks, so it made it even harder to see if someone was watching her while she was transformed.  There was no physical evidence of anything, Tim had spent so many sleepless nights trying to figure this case out with the rest of his family and there was nothing .  

Tim took a sip of his coffee only for nothing to spill into his mouth, empty.  Alfred would kill him if he went to get more, but goodness did he want some.  Tim sighed, he would rewatch the footage of one of her last fights onemore time before he switched to the Riddler case.  Everything was the same as the last time he had watched it, causing him to sigh, but right before he was about to close it out he noticed something in one of the shadows of the shot.  Tim glared at the darker part of the shadow, how had he missed that before, how had all of them missed that?  

Tim zoomed in and brightened the photo, looks like his time as a photographer was coming to use once more.  There.  It looks like some type of dark cloth, and while that doesn’t necessarily tell him who it is, each villain had their own MO and that meant their own style of costumes.  Even lackeys needed to follow that style.  So if he was able to figure out the type and style of the cloth, then he had the potential to narrow down the list of potential villains.  Of course, he’s going to need more than just the corner what appears to be a sleeve, but that won’t be too much of a problem.  Looks like he’ll be looking at the darkest shadows of different videos and images.  Tim glanced at the coffee machine and sighed, looks like he’ll be suffering Alfred’s disappointment stare in a few hours.  With one last sigh he stood up to grab some coffee and look closer at their very first and possibly biggest clue.  

__________ Talia wanted to train with Marinette today, she was not looking forward to it.  She was tired of fighting, tired of poisons, tired of weapons, and tired of life.  She could barely sleep, the food was always the same making even the spices become bland, and she didn’t think she would be able to handle the insults today without having some sort of breakdown.

She stared up at the woman who towered a few heads over her.  Her face was a mix of both smooth and sharp features, her skin a dark tan, with piercing green eyes the same shade as the boy’s.  Marinette hated her.

“You are a strong fighter, even before this training you were an impressive opponent.  It is one of the main reasons my son chose you.  You have already shown your capabilities of leadership, the brilliance of your mind in Paris.  If you had better technology and preparation I have no doubt you would have figured out Hawkmoth’s identity far sooner.”  Marinette stared at the woman in shock.  She had not been expecting that.  The woman’s face was stoic as she said this, but Marinette could tell that she wasn’t lying to her (at least she liked to think she could tell that).

“I can see it in your movements, the way you hold yourself, the conviction that burns in your eyes that you wish to leave this place at all costs.”  Talia continued, never wavering as she addressed the child.  “But I want you to truly think back to your life in Paris.  Think back on how people treated you even before you became a hero for the masses.  The sacrifices you were forced to make for a responsibility you were forced into.  The person you were forced to become through no choice of your own.

“You are stronger because of those experiences, but they weren’t experiences that should have been forced upon you.”  Marinette didn’t even notice that Talia had slowly been falling to one of her knees.  They were now eye to eye, and Talia had placed a warm gentle hand against Marinette’s cheek.  It felt almost motherly as tears began to prick at her eyes with the words she didn’t know she needed to hear after so long of violence.

“You never wanted to be here either.  You were taken from your home and you feel trapped once more; except you no longer have your companions with you.  You must feel all alone here, I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you when you are such a social person.”  Her voice was soft, bringing images of her own mother back to the forefront of her mind.  “I have no doubt that one day, you will surpass my son; if only through your will to escape.  

“All I ask is to lend him your patience as he was never allowed to grow like you.  He was sheltered here, can you imagine the sort of strain that would leave?”  Marinette shuddered at the thought.  She had only been here for maybe a few months, she couldn’t imagine spending her entire life here.  “I knew you’d understand.”  She whispered, placing her forehead against Marinette’s own.  It was strange, but it was something so tender that Marinette missed that she happily allowed the action.  They must have stayed like that for a few minutes before Talia slowly pulled back, tucking invisible strands of hair behind Marinette's ear.

“Now let us spar, I wish to see how you fight, soon to be mighty General for The League of Assassins.”  Marinette felt her chest swell with a warmth that she hadn’t felt in a long time.  Conviction to do more than just escape fueled her movements as she whispered to impress the woman who had shown her compassion when she could have acted like everyone else in the base.  She never once noticed the sly smirk on Talia’s face as Marinette turned towards the mats.

__________ “You know”, the strange black cat began, it’s tail moving side to side at a lazy pace; “I’m sure that Marinette would be more open to this if she had one of us with her.”  Damian rolled his eyes, this wasn’t the first time they had attempted this.  He ignored them.  He had already stated his opinion on this and he would not be doing so again.  Words were weapons, and overusing them, just like any other weapon, would wear it out.

Knock knock pause knock knock knock

“Come in Mother.”  Damian replied cooly, leaning back in his chair slightly as he watched his mother enter the room with her usual grace.  

“Damian darling, you have fine choice in warriors, though she was far too easy to manipulate.”  Damian raised his brow, a silent motion that asked her to continue.  “She has been trapped here for months My Darling, she is trapped and restless.  She is unused to the way of the League, and thus she struggles here from her old way of life.  Show her the village down the mountain as a reward.  She has deserves it, especially after our spar today.

“You fought with her?”  Damian asked.  He wasn’t concerned, he knew his mother well and knew that she would not cause any serious damage.

“Indeed.  She is a strong warrior with an even stronger mind.”  Talia placed a gentle hand against her son’s shoulder, her eyes softening the way they only did when it was just the two of them.  “Take her to the city Damian, both of you could use the light.”

Damian gave her a small nod.  “Yes mother.  We will leave tomorrow.”  Talia smiled at her son one last time, giving his shoulder a small squeeze before she left the room once again.  

It was silent for a few moments as Damian collected his thoughts before Plagg’s voice rang out, “Looks like the little prince will be going on a date.”  Damian let out a put upon sigh.  With a simple roll of his eyes he stood.  He had his annual meeting with the Grand Guardian of the recently revived Guardian Temple where he would finally rid of the curses that had plagued the lives of so many; including that of his new general.

Next

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[dearfr1end]

under the cut putting this incredibly sad scene i wrote of forrest finding the old hideout he used to spend time at with dustin when they were kids!! this takes place after dustin's ghost has moved on, and is written in screenplay format because i wrote it for a screenwriting course i was in. enjoy!

INT. THE HIDEOUT - AFTERNOON

The middle of the woods, but the trees are not the focus. In the middle of the frame is a small little... building?

It's hard to really call it much of anything, a bunch of wood having clumsily been constructed together at some point. It doesn't make much sense from an architectural point of view, but it somehow stays together, and seems to block a small area from the rain falling down.

Instead of a door, there's a small curtain, which is slightly soaked. Not a great design choice. None of it is.

For a moment, nothing, but then, Forrest enters the frame. He is shaking and cold, wet hair stuck to his head. With a gentle movement, he pushes the curtain out of the way, and heads into the little hideout.

He has to crouch to fit in the place, obviously having been constructed for someone who wasn't as tall. While it's drier inside, the ground is still wet beneath his feet, and there are a few holes that water gets through.

Forrest begins to go through his backpack, which is also soaked, making sure that everything inside isn't entirely ruined.

While he does, there are a few shots of the interior walls. We see drawings stuck up to the wall, the quality of art ranging from that of a child, to someone who has spent a lot of time on it. There's a couple of posters, things like "power rangers", or child favorites.

Focus goes back to Forrest, who is frustrated with the state of his backpack.

FORREST: Fuck.

Fingers flip through the pages of a notebook, which are sticking together due to the water. From the sounds of things, it's not like the rain is leaving any time soon. While he looks through a couple of the holes in the wood, and thinks for a moment, he eventually decides to stay put.

Things are (gently) put back into his backpack, and he decides to sit with his back against one of the walls, (we see the building shift just slightly from the weight). A moment or two passes, and then out of the corner of his eye, Forrest spots something.

A trunk would probably be the best way to describe the box that sits in a far corner.

It's one of the only places without a single drop of water, and obviously furniture that had been taken from a parent without permission.

There's a moment of hesitation, but then he decides to move from his spot, undo the latches, and open up the trunk. There's a couple different things that had been long forgotten. A couple of toys. A notebook. He doesn't seem overly interested in those, though.

Instead, he finds a couple of photographs, stuck at the bottom of the trunk. They feature young Forrest and Dustin. They're maybe ten years old, and the images feature them with big grins, probably taken by parents or another friend.

(Maybe Dustin is wearing a power rangers costume in one or something, a direct indication that he had a hand in building this little hideout and decorating it.)

His grip on the photographs tightens a bit, and his body begins to shake more. Finally, we realize that Forrest is crying.

#out. #abt.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Puppy Riding a Bike

This adorably named figure was inspired by Gong Jun's OK! Magazine photo shoot from April 2022.

As you can see, this is the 10th anniversary of the magazine - pretty cool to have Junjun featured!

His legs look a million miles long here. The black and white photo, however, doesn't give the full vibrant effect of those blue flowered pants:

There we go! Looking handsome as always, Junjun.

The puppy and his bicycle arrived safely in their respective pieces. They were well-packed - you can see the extra chunks of polystyrene that were used to keep the items from moving around in transit. I really appreciate when they do a good job of packing these at the warehouse!

And here all those pieces are. My heart always sinks a little when I see figs I have to assemble! I worry I am not up to the job.

The bicycle pegs fit in the holes in the base just fine, but as you can see they are a bit too small for them. The bike lists to either side depending on which way you tilt it.

So glue it is. A few drops and letting it set overnight made it upright and secure!

Look at how cute he is. His little feet fit really well on the pedals, but as you can see I didn't quite manage to get both of his hands holding on to the handlebars. I'm going to have to move the fig around a bit!

I love the stars in his eyes!

If you look carefully in the inspiration picture, he is standing up on the pedals while cycling, so he's doing that here too.

Those blue pants are so bright and cheerful!

I love that he's standing up in the pedals! I wasn't sure I would (plus the mechanics of it all), but he's perfect.

I have definitely evolved in my fashion sense. Previously, I would have looked at bright blue daisy flowered pants in a fashion shoot and just been vaguely horrified. Now I see them and my first thought is still vague horror, but now I think, hmm, bright and colorful, would look good on a fig! and then suddenly I see the look in a whole different light. Sounds ridiculous (because it is) but I'm actually very grateful. I like to think I have great taste, but if left to me Junjun would only wear beautifully crafted ultra formal tailed suits in different subtle patterns and gorgeous fabrics, and that...would be super boring. Instead we have what I would objectively consider insane outfits (sexy exterminator, anyone?) that end up being really amazing. I have a whole new appreciation for fashion, and I have these two to thank for it!

Anyway. He's really cute.

I'm quite proud that he is exactly vertical! If you've been reading my posts, you know I can't see very straight, so I'm really happy that I got this right!

One more shot of this total cutie!

I know you've already seen this bottoms-up angle before in all the bicycle pictures, but this pic caught some particularly good light, so you can see finer details.

The fig maker said she made the base green because Junjun was biking on grass.

My poor box card got crushed a little bit! Sometimes the warehouse doesn't pay a ton of attention when they put everything back in the boxes after photographing them. That's ok, it's still very cute. Very pastoral and dreamy. What a nice place for a bicycle ride!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 428

Scene Count: 29

Rating: Pure summertime!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#gong jun #junzhe #word of honor cast #figthusiast

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

I nEvEr GeT aSk GaMe StUfF

✨🦋🌿🎀💝💥💎💌

Geee, alright already! 🤣🤣🤣

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Okay, first things first, I'm pretty satisfied with how all of my fics have been perceived so far, so I can't really complain. 

That being said: Someone who cares is doing significantly less good than Hic sunt dracones, statistics-wise. It is my own emotional support fic and incredibly close to my heart, so I really am delighted about every positive comment I get about it. 

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Erm, everything? Can I say everything? 🤣

I'm literally a nervous wreck after posting, anxiously hitting F5 and waiting for feedback, mind in a constant loop of self-doubt.

What if my characterization is off?

What if the premise sucks?

What if my readers don't like the direction I'm taking the story? 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! 

🌿how does creating make you feel?

So many things!!! 

For one thing, it scratches the brain itch. I’ve always had to create things, as far back as I remember. When I was a kid, my parents could stick me in a corner with some paper and scissors and crayons and glue and wouldn’t hear from me for hours. 

Even during the 15 years that I didn’t write, I always had to be doing something creative. Knitting, painting, drawing, photographing, you name it. It’s an urge that I need to fulfill and I get crabby if I can’t. 

Seeing the end results makes me feel insanely proud and accomplished. It may not be perfect, but I made that! I sunk my teeth into it and saw it through and made this wonderful thing that I love. 

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

How dare you make me say nice things about myself?! 

Okay … I guess my writing does something to other people that makes them want to create their own stuff. People have repeatedly told me that reading my fics kickstarted their own imagination into creating stories or art of their own. And every time that happens, I get so incredibly happy because that is like a god-tier compliment right there! That somebody found my writing so engaging that it made their brain spin off on a tangent and they created something out of it! 

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Dragons! Dragons dragons dragons dragoooooons!!!! 

The feedback I am getting for this fic just won’t stop blowing my mind, seriously, and every time I think it’s done, you guys hit me in right in the feels again with your gorgeous comments and rec lists mentions and fucking FANART! I am incredibly happy and humbled and awed that people are loving it so much! 

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

That would be Someone like you, which is a little bonus story to Someone who cares. It's a purely self-indulgent little one-shot featuring married Steddie and a baby. This universe is my emotional support AU and I loved visiting the boys again. 💕

💎why is writing important to you?

Wow, where to start? 

Because it's incredibly fun and allows me to completely immerse myself in the story I'm creating. Because I get to be self-indulgent and spoil myself and make the story exactly like I want it to be. 

And because I have met so many amazing, creative, lovely ppl through it over the past few months, who bring me joy and make me smile every single day.

I honestly don't know how I could ever go without it for so long! 

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Okay, so I'm still firmly stuck on the demon!Eddie brainworm and fully planning on turning it into a chaptered fic. I'm still figuring out a lot of the specifics, but I've already got some nice twists and details planned. There'll be demon besties Eddie and Chrissy, a nice side of Buckingham, lots of smutty goodness, Dustin running a mystery YouTube channel and so much more, it will be glorious! 

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #my writing #fanfic #asks and replies #hic sunt dracones #someone who cares #demon eddie munson

[horsesarecreatures]

Book review: The Good Pig: The Extraordinary Life of Christopher Hogwood by Sy Montgomery

This book was soooo cute; I loved it! I instantly connected with the author, a naturalist whose childhood was largely spent in New Jersey. She decided to move with her husband to New Hampshire to escape the crowdedness and lack of nature there. At a time when her father was dying from lung cancer, they took in this runt pig from one of their neighbors. It was a very difficult time for her because she had been estranged from her father for a few years after her mother disowned her for marrying a Jewish man (amusingly, the father was actually both Jewish and Italian, but his father and grandmother had changed their last names because they wanted to become lawyers, and Italians and Jews didn't have a particularly great shot at being hired by big firms during their time. But the author’s father told the author’s mother that he was of English and Scottish heritage, and the truth wasn't discovered until a long-lost relative contacted the author to say that she loved her book. So the mother’s husband was also technically Jewish since all children of Jewish mothers are considered Jewish lmao). The author and her mother semi-reconciled after the father’s death and talked mostly about the pig Christopher, though sadly the mother never accepted the author’s husband Howard. 

Christopher became the small town’s largest celebrity. He eventually grew to be 700 pounds, but was affectionate enough to be trusted around children, who would come to the author’s house daily during the summer to give Christopher “pig spas.” Neighbors enjoyed saving their leftovers for him, and he even got gourmet cheese and pastries delivered to him almost daily from local shops. He became a very picky pig, choosing only the most delectable morsels. He would flop over on his belly to be pet. He would also escape regularly, making headlines in the town papers. But everyone loved him. Interestingly, he never tore up the masterful vegetable garden of the author’s tenant. He was featured on the radio, in documentaries, and in photoshoots with famous photographers. He had a profoundly positive impact on the lives of many people, much more so than if he had been turned into bacon.

I also learned so many interesting facts about pigs from this book. Wall Street, for instance, was so-named because the wall around it was constructed specifically to keep out the city’s loose pigs. Loose pigs were a major part of all New England villages, and most had specially appointed “hog reeves” whose job was to coral them (interesting how historical movies and tv shows rarely show this). The author’s other books also seem captivating. One is about Sundarbans, where for reasons no one completely understands it is common for tigers to hunt humans. Yet, the tigers are still treasured there rather than hunted to extinction. The book explores why the human relationship with animals there is so different than almost everywhere else. I will probably be reading more books by her.

#book #memior #bookblr #the good pig #sy montgomery #book review #biography

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Squid!

@gaydragonwizards You asked for something with your OC Melody and Beckett, and I remembered one of our previous convos about Melody drawing some of their adventures with Beckett -- and hiding a few incriminating sketches featuring a certain Tzimisce’s creations from their mom -- and decided to go with that! Hope you like!

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“Melody?”

Melody looked up as Becket approached them. “What are you doing?” he continued, tilting his head at their little notebook. “I thought I was the designated note-taker in our little duo.”

Melody grinned and held up the book, revealing a sketch of a rather disturbing creature with blades instead of hands and a mouthful of knife-like teeth. “Ah, I see,” he said with a nod. “Indulging in the visual arts. Suppose I should be grateful you’re not spraying it all over the walls.”

Melody smirked. “I could.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Beckett said, in the tones of someone who fully expected to come in one evening and find the cabin just a blaze of interesting colors. He took a moment to study the drawing more closely. “It is very good, though. . .have you been doing these the whole trip?”

“Eh, about halfway through?” Melody shrugged, going back to their drawing. “Just – sometimes it’s quiet, and it’s something to do.” They poked their tongue out of the side of their mouth as they added some shading. “So I can remember the trip.”

“I’m surprised you think you’ll need help with that,” Beckett noted with a smirk. “You’re supposed to be the young whippersnapper here. Leave the memory loss to those of us who have been around a few centuries.”

Melody directed the tongue at Beckett. “I want souvenirs that aren’t your dumb notes.”

“My notes are never dumb. Often strange, many times baffling, and every so often verging on the absolutely ridiculous, but never dumb.” His expression softened a bit. “But by that same point, I understand the urge to keep a record. Perhaps our methods are different, but I get wanting to have something physical to look back on. And it’s been quite the journey, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Melody agreed, grinning. “Why I wanna draw some of it. So I can show everybody back home. Since, you know, you don’t have a camera on ya when we go out.”

“It’s a potential Masquerade violation if I take a picture of the wrong thing,” Beckett reminded them.

“Yeah, but you could take pictures of other stuff. We’ve been around just regular statues and shit.”

“That is a point. . .but on the other hand, I’m not exactly the best at developing film, and my attempts to learn how cellphone cameras work have more often than not led to me photographing my own thumb,” Beckett confessed with a chuckle. “So I wouldn’t rely on me for a visual record of our adventures.” He leaned over Melody’s shoulder, observing the creature taking life under their pencil. “I think your drawings should fill the gap nicely, though.”

“Thanks.”

“Mmmhm.” He let a moment go by, then added, “I’d – rip this one out of your journal once you’re done, though. Keep it to yourself.”

Melody shot him a weird look. “Huh? Why?”

Beckett raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want your mother to know you and I personally tangled with the szlachta of Sasha Vykos?”

Melody stared at him for a moment. Then, slowly, they put down their pencil, turned back to the notebook, and carefully pulled the page out. “Uh – might leave this one with you,” they admitted.

“Wise choice.”

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#gaydragonwizards #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #Melody is the OC adopted Caitiff kid of their OC Arianna and Nines for reference folks #but yeah I remembered that conversation about Melody drawing stuff #and making sure Arianna didn't see anything referencing Sasha #and figured it was a good idea to flesh out a bit more #hopefully you find this all in-character! #I genuinely don't know how good Beckett is with cameras canonically #but as he seems a bit bad with technology I figured it was safe to say he couldn't figure out cellphone cameras at least XD #queued