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brainrotfm · 4 months

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the world put you in front of me and we aligned

pairing: ryomen sukuna x reader

word count: ~1.5k

short description: the king of curses has never been asked for comfort before, but that doesn't mean he won't indulge you.

notes: no beta barely edited probably ooc; no content warnings just the fluffiest lil thing you'll ever get from me, mwah! manga credit used for header image [nsfw, 18+]!

"Tell me what you need, little one, while I still feel patient."

"Well I-I... I don't know how to ask for that," you reply sheepishly, ducking your head to hide the flush that was starting to prickle across your cheeks at your own discomfort. Two fingers caught your chin, evading your retreat into yourself, tilting doe eyes back into the intense, scarlet-hot gaze of the man towering over you still, not one to back away from an uncomfortable situation so easily.

"Use your words, brat," Sukuna purrs cheekily in return, gravelly and low but warm like molasses, trying to lure you out of whatever self-conscious spiral he was watching you fall into - it wouldn't work. Not when he was willing and able to catch you.

The way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you: it would sound silly if you tried to say it out loud, but there was no other word that came to mind but reverence. Utter devotion or nothing at all, there was no in between with someone like him. Were you projecting? Did the passion between you two feel too good to be true, not because of him, but because of you?

Because you couldn't handle being seen by him, could you?

It wasn't easy, but it was familiar; you didn't, couldn't, ask for help, because you didn't have the vocabulary to explain what you needed help with, exactly. No one could snap their fingers and make all your problems go away; if they could, you wouldn't ask for that, because a charmed life had no real value. And yet... no matter what you said, there was an unflappable feeling in your gut that Sukuna would scorch the earth to give you whatever you desired, the closest thing to a god you may ever see.

"I just want you to hold me," and the words sounded silly as soon as they left your mouth. He was a CURSE for god's sake, or at least, he was one. By all accounts, he was a monster, a being of the lowest morale, and there was nothing that would make him to succumb to the petty whims of the human he just so happened to have a dalliance with. A blip on his cosmic radar, a temporary satisfaction in an endless lifetime. He didn't have the time to waste, the capacity to care, the attachment to give --

Except as soon as the words left your mouth, the smallest of smirks twitched the sides of his lips. As always, you yielded when given a command, and he was always filled with a silent pride by your willingness to succumb for him. Without a word, Sukuna scooped you from the couch bridal-style, earning him a startled yip that turned his smile wider. You felt the echo of his chuckle rumble deep in his chest as he carried you into the bedroom, a protest on your lips that this isn't what you meant, not everything was a code for sex... "Sukuna, I..."

The complaint died in your throat though, not having time to manifest as you squeaked instead; Sukuna had kneed his way onto the bed, still not dropping you as he set his back against the headboard and gingerly, with all the tenderness in the world, set you down across his lap. It would've brought tears to your eyes, if you hadn't been so bewildered by this side of your lover, one who got you both off thanks to his penchant for sadism, but this time...

This time, he used his immense reach to grab the comforter, pulling it over your bodies. This time, he used the hand still wrapped around your back, propping you up, to begin tucking in the seams of the blanket, bounding you tightly against him. This time, the heat of your combined body warmth overpowered your cyclone spin of anxiety. This time, his free hand came up to cup your cheek for a moment, looking into your watery, hazy hues before placing the most delicate kiss against your forehead. This time, you would even call him chaste, not a word you ever imagined using in reference to Sukuna. This time, he looked for nothing more, wordlessly pulling your face into his chest as the arm around your back tightened its hold. This time, he really did just... just hold you.

It was too much.

By the time your cheek had pressed against heat of his skin, you were a goner. Maybe you were just that obvious - maybe he saw how pathetic and hopeless you felt, and knew that no amount of his usual teasing would cajole you out of your reverie. You're not sure he could feel sadness; you're not really sure he ever had, but you appreciated this act of softness from him. (He could, though rarely, and he did, though oftentimes only because of you, or in this case, for you). Shaking like a leaf in the wind, you curled as far into him as you possibly could, and with a heave, an onslaught of tears began to leave your body like the damn had broken at the end of a wet summer.

Where did he learn comfort like this? A large palm rested against your lower back, splayed open and anchoring you to his lap, not letting you budge an inch, even if you wanted to. His other hand had curled around the side of your neck to its nape, pressing you against him, silently insisting you stay as near to him as possible, to ride out whatever anxiety had taken you so far from him tonight. He would wait. You had only asked to be held, so he remained silently, trying not to focus on the way your pathetic little hiccups would make his heart squeeze, or why the white-hot lick of anger curled beneath his skin at seeing you in this state.

The more you succumbed to your sadness, though, the worse it seemed to get; the riptide of emotion had grabbed you by the ankle and sought to drown you in its depths tonight. Sukuna noticed immediately when your breaths had grown panicked and short, hiccups faltering into staccato sobs, and your heart began hammering out of rhythm with his own.

No, no, that would not do. You were supposed to be soothed. You couldn't see his brow furrow sullenly, confusion flickering behind maroon eyes, a sound akin to a growl unfurling in his chest. His exasperation with your befuddling human emotions was short-lived. The growing rumble in his chest had finally moored all your senses to the same shore, grounding you in tandem with the anchor points of physical touch.

Once he realized you liked it - and he should've realized you'd like it, you often enjoyed his primal sounds in other scenarios, too - well, of course he continued, your emotional fulfillment his main concern at the moment.

You must be dreaming. That was the only thought in your head as your hiccups waned into pitiful sniffles, doe eyes sore and half-lidded in the shelter of Sukuna's chest. "R-ryo...?" you managed to bleat, softer than he'd ever heard his name on your lips before, and the use of his first name had your lover purring again with a low timbre hum, giving your entire form an encouraging squeeze to signify his attention.

"Don't go... please, don't go," you whined, barely above a whisper, and something in chest shattered at your unwillingness to be without him, now that you had let him in to that tightly locked room he'd call your heart. If he had thought dominating your physical body had been pleasurable, there was an absolute intoxication that came from you being this kind of vulnerable with him; where he had always assumed he'd feel disgust, he felt a dizzying delight in pacifying you this way, still a dance of your bodies, just with different choreography than he'd ever known before.

"Oh, little one," the king of curses assuaged in a tone of equal measure, his whisper husked as he ducked to kiss your forehead again, reveling in the enchanting sigh he earned from you at such a simple affection. With that, he began to rustle you into place for sleep, more delicately than he'd ever handled you before; though, it could be noted that he was still a selfish man, and didn't give you any room to move or curl away from him, intent to keep you tucked against his chest for the rest of time if it meant witnessing you like this, at your most docile.

Your pretty face was folded into the juncture where his chest met his neck, and he could feel your breathing settle into dreamy sighs, comforted and cared for exactly the way you'd asked, so trustful that you would dare to sleep in his presence, the sweetest of lambs curled up and comfortable in the middle of the lion's den. He could kill you, right there. He would kill for you, right then.

"There is nowhere I could go that I could not take you," Sukuna promised softly into the darkness of your room, hoping you'd hear his promise in your dreams. Now that he knew this, he never wanted to know anything again.

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#writesfm #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #don't look @ meeeeeeee this is the softest thing i will ever write #my ultimate comfort fic. this is where i go to rest <3 #i wanted to share that w the world <333333 #anyway have u ever been touch starved? me 2

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pigdemonart · 1 year

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Battle Subway Depot Agents (by pig-demon)

When I made designs for these guys last year I didn’t really think they needed colored references/master post, but since then I’ve drawn them a lot! Also people have added them to their fanfics and drawn fanart! So I figured it was time I made a post for easy ref. :]

These designs are obviously free to use, just give credit (and link me your work if you're comfortable, because it makes me happy to see!) All I request is to stay respectful to their pronouns and skin colors, ya knooow… 👍 note: The pokemon on their cards are all companions, not the ones they use on the Battle Subway. Except Jackie...the litwicks are just there to fill space/give them company.

More info under cut:

Edit: Important disclaimer:

These are again my designs/interpretations for the agents. Please don’t treat them as canon or as the only, quintessential designs for these literal background npcs. Many people have done takes on them before and after me, even back in 2010. It feels silly to ask, but due to past experience, I ask that you please DONT hunt down anyone that does a different take on the depot agents!! 👍

Tags:

I'm gonna start tagging them individually, but for now all Depot Agent comics and art on this blog are tagged under Depot Agents.

Height chart:

I’m not too strict about heights, so I don’t really care about actual measurements. Here’s an approximation of what I tend to visualize though:

Sexualities/Gender Identities: I don't have official labels for each and every agent because I like keeping things fluid for characters to develop these traits on their own. However, as a queer person, I enjoy designing characters who are also queer, therefore I can safely say none of these characters are straight. The ones who are set in stone are Ramses (gay man), Cloud (lesbian woman,) Jackie (non-binary.) Furze uses he/they pronouns but their gender is undetermined. I also welcome anyone giving the agents a different gender identity to suit them (as long as it's done respectfully.)

Notes about each agent...

Cameron:

- Cameron dyes parts of his hair blonde and keeps other parts in black. This is because he is a big fan of Elesa and her fashion choices. - Though there have been a few occasions to meet his idol, he is always way too nervous to approach her, feeling deep down that he'll mess up somehow. - He practices modeling poses in secret. He loves flourishes and flare, but is simply too insecure to put it on display. - Of his coworkers, he gets along the best with Furze. He's the easiest to talk to because Furze will do most of the talking. - Cameron is easily intimidated — even mean Pokémon can make him nervous. Though, his two worst fears are being left in a room alone with Jackie, and being left alone in a room with Isadore. - He takes advantage of his height to sometimes hide behind some of his coworkers. - Cameron is much better at Pokémon battles than he gives himself credit for. Emmet and Ingo were pleasantly surprised by this, since Cameron was promoted to fit a temporary role on the Battle Subway. They happily made him a permanent member when he proved himself capable. - His Dwebble (Pebby) is secretly very strong, and rushes to protect Cameron when it can. Cam sometimes thinks Pebby helps him feel more confident in himself too. - If he stumbled into any of his coworkers outside of work, he would simply explode of embarrassment. - He is the youngest child and only son of his family. He lives in his own apartment in Nimbasa.

Cloud:

- Cloud (like Ramses) knew the twins when they were very young. - She used to be an ace trainer in her youth, even going so far to compete in the Pokémon league. Winning and becoming the champ was the most important part of her journey, but something happened along the way that changed that outlook. - It seems with age, her competitiveness has mellowed out. However, she maintains an intense energy when battling. - Her favorite types are Psychic and Flying types. Swoobat (Sweetie) is her ace. - Her favorite hobby is baking, and she often bakes sweets for the crew. She knows all their favorite flavors by now! - She prioritizes keeping a friendly relationship with all her coworkers and thinks of them fondly. She considers Ramses family after all the years of working together! - She is a big fan of Brycen's movies and can recite the lines. - She lives with her wife in Anville. - Cloud loves doing maintenance work both at home and in Gear Station. She enjoys bringing her own tools and industrial flashlight.

Furze:

- Furze only has one volume setting (mid loud,) but he finds himself feeling right at home when talking to either one of the twins. - Furze has ADHD, and this is reflected in some of his habits, most visibly is his fidgeting when sitting still for too long. - He rides a bike to work every day. When he is late, Cloud clocks in for him so he doesn't get in trouble. - This is a kind of a guy that sits crouched gargoyle style on chairs. Only outside of work, of course. Bad posture could get him in trouble. - While working on the Battle Subway, there will be times Furze feels sorry for his opponents and offers to quietly let them pass anyways. This...has also gotten him in trouble. :[ - He went to the same elementary school as Isadore in Castelia. Though Isadore seems to have forgotten their short-lived acquaintance, Furze has not. This is part of the reason Furze claims they are in fact good friends!!! - Furze is the middle child of a big family. He lives with his mom and takes care of her, along with his many Darumakas and Darmanitan. All of his Pokemon have famous trains names. - He collects model trains. Naturally.

Isadore

- Isadore had plans to become the station master the moment he was hired as a depot agent, but alas... (sad trumpet sound.) - As a youth, he was more interested in science and engineering over Pokemon battles. He enjoys the strategizing aspect, at most. Not so much the competitiveness. - In addition, his Pokemon are all rescues and not used for battling. He's had his Watchog (Winston) since he was in his late teens. - His Electrode (Gregor) and Voltorb (Leonard) were rescued from the likes of Team Plasma. - Isadore admits he understands Pokemon better than humans. This has been apparent his whole life. - In spite of acting like a sitcom villain, Isadore cares about the management of Gear Station and the safety of the passengers to an incredible degree. He sees it as a personal life goal to assist in the management of Gear Station, as well as the success of the Battle Subway. - Though it pained him to become a subordinate to the twins, he begrudgingly accepts it for the greater good. - His almost militant efficiency certainly made up for his years of antagonizing the twins before they became the bosses. Ingo and Emmet understand this better than anyone. - Isadore keeps tabs on all of the staff members. So he very well knows all their birthdays and makes it a point to celebrate it. This is by no means a -happy- or -festive- event. It's just customary. - Like Furze, he was originally from Castelia, but now resides in Nimbasa. Isadore's only family is his mom and she lives in his childhood home with their Stoutland. - Isadore would have probably been voiced by every glasses guy ever J. Michael Tatum had he not already been cast as dear Emmet lmao

Jackie

- Jackie is a mystery and they like keeping it that way. When they talk, it's practically impossible to determine what is a lie or truth, especially if the subject is themselves or their background. - They love scaring Cameron the most and will ask to be paired with him whenever possible. They claim Cameron is their "favorite coworker," while Isadore is the least favorite. - It's plain to see why -- Jackie is the only one that doesn't passively tolerate Isadore's tirades. - Though my comics sometimes may allude to Jackie being a ghost/supernatural, this is not confirmed nor canon. I just personally enjoy toying with the concept. : ) That being said...

- Item #: SCP 7453

- Object Class: Euclid

- Special Containment Procedures: The ████ ██████ is ██████ within ████-██████. - Ingo and Emmet choose to not question anything about Jackie, since it's clear they're one of the more efficient workers. However it can be a safety concern... - Cloud and Ramses have worked with Jackie for a long time, though they've forgotten somehow. They believe Jackie is a new hire since they appear to be young. - Anyone trying to make sense of Jackie's employee records simply can't bring themselves to any conclusions. It's better to ignore the inconsistencies. - Jackie has never been seen to leave Gear Station. Jackie has never been seen in anything but their uniform. Jackie has never been confirmed to eat, drink or blink. Jackie knows your secrets. Jackie thinks it's... amusing.

Ramses

- Ramses sometimes misses having a full head of hair, but he thinks his signs of age make him look distinguished. (he is correct.) - Ramses is sort of the "mom friend," making sure everyone's concerns are heard, as well as trying to keep the peace whenever a conflict might arise. - If another coworker is feeling low, Ramses will try to cheer them up with a lighthearted joke or offer advice if they'd like it. - When the twins were promoted to bosses of the Battle Subway, Ramses cried because he felt so proud. - In most circumstances, he is a very simple and logical man. He is quick to find solutions and tries not to fret over the little stuff. It's not good for his heart after all. - His ace is his Pikachu (Musa,) though the mouse is more of a lap pet now. At home, he also has an Audino (Sara) and a Manectric (Nubi) who keep Ramses' husband company. His Klinklang (Moli) is the only one of his personal pokemon that accompany him to work nowadays. - Ramses considers Cloud family. They are best friends and love having family gatherings outside of work. They also gossip a lot, and don't mind when Jackie decides to join. - Ramses jokes about looking forward to retirement, but really doesn't want to leave until he is physically incapable of working anymore. Gear Station is like a second home to him.

In-Game Quotes

The most important reference of all are their in-game quotes, of course, so I'm adding it to the post. A lot of their personality traits can be extracted and interpreted from these few lines. And I personally love that about Pokemon NPCs -- there's a lot of room to explore and play with. Some appear very obvious. Cameron practically announces that he isn't ready for the battle that's about to ensue and seems genuinely surprised to win. Furze comes out the gate talking about the subject they actually care about, which is their job and their love for trains. The two of them are very easy to understand. Now, Ramses lines allude to a gentle and simple personality. He views himself with humility, and maybe even with a bit of humor comparing himself to a train and to his opponent to a station. If he loses he shows no signs of disappointment, he just accepts defeat with one last honest quip. It s also amusing to see the Depot Agents all use train metaphors to describe themselves since it falls in line with how Ingo and Emmet talk.

In comparison, Cloud does the same thing calling herself the terminal instead. Immediately, she is way more daring, though still keeping a sense of professionalism. To me, it's obvious she is competitive as she even admits she was expecting to win ("Ah...I didn't see it coming.") Jackie's lines are fun since it's up to interpretation if they are being literal or lying. It's almost like they are more interested in confusing/creeping out their opponent than actually beating them. To me, it gives off a mischievous vibe. Isadore's opener "There are only two roads in life." is a curious one because it almost feels like he is trying to be philosophical. Definitely a guy who views himself as an intellectual, regardless if that’s true or not. I like to think it's a saying he really believes in, and it applies to his life. The road he likes (long route) vs the road he hates (shortcut) -- fighting tooth and nail to become boss vs biting his tongue and accepting Ingo and Emmet as the Subway Masters.

Those are just my thoughts on how I write these characters. Please have fun playing with these lines too!

#depot agents #depot agents master post #my art #submas #submas adjacent ahaha #will probably edit as time goes on but who knows really #if you spot any typos no you dont kiss kiss #cameron #cloud #furze #isadore #jackie #ramses

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dopscratch · 9 months

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My Slugcat Designs

gaze upon the glory of my slugcats, i have gone full mollusk :)

feel free to use with credit! also show me if you do hahaha

fun design details/headcanons under the break

edit: find out why they're all tubemammals instead of felines here

All of them are mostly Smooth Creatures, no fur in sight. Also all of their limbs can be retracted into their bodies because slug. They each have a maximum of 3 fingers and 2 toes, though some have none at all. They are all toothless and instead possess radulae. Some have beaks and some don't, but I haven't decided which ones. The hunter is the only one with a confirmed beak. Beaks are all dark in color.

Monk is Tall because I said so. Lonk. Also I noticed its tentacles are slightly larger than survivors. Also I like the tall little sibling thing because it's funny to me.

Survivor is very average all around. Maybe slightly on the short side.

Hunter is squid. That is all (Not really). Hunter is an absolute beast and I really liked the idea of rotating colossal squid hooks instead of claws. Also squid worked really well for its long legs form :) Edit: As its rot progresses, its orangey color fades (read: parts of its skin start peeling off) and it becomes pinker like its ingame sprite until it becomes that sickly pink of Hunter Long Legs!

I thought the Spanish Dancer really invoked the tattered ribbons of the explosion spears. Also I know it's an aquatic slug and Artificer is terrible in water but I think the flailing to swim around really fits it haha. Also its a skunk because of the whole chemical weapon theme.

Gourmand is an absolute unit. It is very round. I don't have much else to say about it.

I love axolotls but they're overrated, so instead of having the gills of everyone's favorite neotenic Mexican salamander, Rivulet is an octopus. It can use the pink tentacles around its face to hide its big silly eyes if its scared. It can also stretch them out to look bigger. the space in between is webbed, just like in an octopus, though the webbing is not always visible when the tentacles are folded back or in a relaxed position. It has suckers on the back edges and can twist the tentacles around if it wants to use them to grab or hold something near its face. Its arms and legs can extend to great lengths but they cannot support Rivulet on land very well so they usually stay short then (or will only push it up a short height). A siphon on its underside lets it move faster underwater and it may spray water with it playfully.

Spearmaster is also very long like Monk. The spears are pulled from underneath the shell rather than straight out of the tail.

Saint is a sea sheep, complete with the silly closely placed eyes. Its "tongue" is just a tentacle. Also it's short. And a raccoon because I just felt like it fits.

Nightcat is a scaly-foot gastropod because I said so. I think that since it's a pretty mysterious creature it can get a pretty mysterious feature, though with a generally basic silhouette.

Enot/Inv/???/whatever you wanna call it is just cuttlefish. A wild, crazy creature whose colors, shape, number of arms, and texture are never consistent. It is dense and will not float well. Usually its tentacles and limbs have a bit of a curl to the ends.

I think a flamboyant cuttlefish was perfect for its design, and I chose a yellow mongoose because a) silly creature and b) it's not actually a mustelid so it kinda fits how incredibly weird this guy is.

and that is all, hope you enjoy my slugcats.

#slugcats #rain world #rain world slugcat #slugcat designs #mollusctelids #dop's slugcats #rain world headcanons #rain world downpour #rain world downpour spoilers #slugcats are polecats #slugcats are mustelids #slugcats are slugs #trashmann treasure #rancid ramble

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effortandmore · 11 months

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worth all your while (ch.6) | knj x f!reader

chapter summary: you figure some things out, namjoon figures some things out, and the two of you finally talk about what that means for your future

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+ please)

genre: smut, fluff

au: celebrity

chapter warnings: swearing, this is like... 4k of smut with feelings and then a few other words. it includes: unprotected piv sex (use condoms irl pls), oral (f!receiving) which includes biting (a little bit), nipple play (kind of), a little bit of cum eating, there's some hair pulling (but not like... aggressively), they finally DO communicate well which is such a departure it feels like it should have a warning

chapter word count: ~5.9k (total 35.6k)

a/n: hello, this story is finally over! thanks for going along with me if you have, i really appreciate the support this one's received. thanks to @the-boy-meets-evil and @ugh-yoongi for their support of this fic, although this chapter is unbeta read, so all mistakes are my own. please feel free to lmk what you've thought, i always appreciate your kind feedback so much!

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Even though you’re upset, you think the least you owe Namjoon is a reply to the messages he’s left.

After a lot of thought, and a lot of listening to Taehyung (who is always so smart about this kind of thing), you send him a simple, “I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.” It’s true, and you will, but you can’t quite get there yet. It’s not even mostly his fault—at least your irritation about the night before isn’t. The clearer light of morning helps you see things less emotionally, a little more rationally. The immediate sting of him saying there was no one special in his life is gone—you get it, you really do. What’s left, though, is the wondering why the two of you never really talk about your relationship, why you’re more than six months in and he still won’t say he loves you…

It’s not the public denial of your relationship that’s really bothering you. It’s the silent, private ones. It’s the way he was clearly still upset about Jeongguk when he said it—you’re not sure if he said it because he was mad. That kind of pettiness doesn’t sit well with you.

Without all those, what happened the night before wouldn’t have stung so badly.

To his credit, he accepts your message, doesn't push you, replies quickly. “Whatever you need. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

And it’s a conflicting feeling, because you believe him. You really, deep in your bones, know that he will. But you need something more. Something solid and concrete and true. There’s a prior version of you that would have thought it was silly. Thought that words are words and they only mean as much as you let them. But now, you need him to say it. Because he says what he means (you know that much by now), you want so badly for him to say he loves you, because you’ll believe him, because you’ll know he means it, just like he means it when he says you can take as much time as you need and he’ll wait.

Is not saying it the same as not meaning it?

You can’t decide. It’s unfair, you know, to discount all the kind and wonderful things he’s done for you, to not count them as small (or big) declarations of his feelings. You know there’s meaning in the everyday, in the way he’s made space and time for you in his life.

But he’s a poet; words are his tools and his weapons and his offerings. So, as selfish as it is, you want his words more than anything.

These are the things you think about all week. You go back to work, and mercifully, you don’t have to proof or help edit the interview with your maybe-still-boyfriend. You spend relatively quiet nights in with Tae and Jimin, and you spend a lot of time on your own, just thinking. You write in your journal, you drink too much coffee, and you do the hard (but silent) work of figuring out how you want to move forward.

On Friday, you’re at a small cafe by your apartment, one you used to spend a lot of time at before you started spending most of your time at Namjoon’s. Headphones on, journal out, you’re sort of mindlessly scribbling out short writing prompts while you nurse your latte. It’s something you’d taken up with Namjoon—gave you something to do while he worked and kept you feeling creative, which your job sometimes doesn’t. You’re not sure if it’s been fruitful professionally, but it’s cathartic to weave fiction, to let sentences meander across your page with no direction sometimes, no deadline. It’s a good way of working through all the noise in your head that can be so, so loud.

“Hey,” you hear above your headphones, a familiar voice that you don’t place until you look up from your notebook.

“Oh! Hey, Yoongi.” You slide your headphones off and motion for him to sit. Seems like the polite, if awkward, thing to offer. And to your sort of surprise, he takes you up on it.

“How are you?” he asks cautiously.

“Is that you asking, or Namjoon?”

“Does it make a difference?”

You smile. He’s got a point. “I’m okay,” you answer. “You can tell him I’m okay.”

Yoongi leans back in his chair and considers you. “Maybe you should tell him.”

“I’m getting there. What’re you doing here, anyway?”

He hums and drinks his coffee. “Your roommate told me you might be here. Had to come back three times this week before I caught you. He misses you.”

It’s a partial answer, but it’s enough. You’ve seen Namjoon in a bad mood before, you wonder how it’s affecting his work; Yoongi’s work. It makes your heart take a little pause. You figured he did, you miss the hell out of him, too. But it’s still nice to hear. No reason for Yoongi to say it if it wasn’t true.

“I miss him, too. But it’s not that simple.”

“I know. And I also know that it gets more complicated the less you talk about it.” You nod, not sure what to say, but Yoongi keeps talking, so you don’t have to know quite yet. “Have you thought about what it would be like for you if he’d said he was in a relationship? Really thought about it?”

You get the sense that it’s a rhetorical question, so you don’t give him an answer, just take a drink of your latte and wait for him to continue.

“It would maybe take less than a week for people to figure out who you are. Then it’s cameras and reporters and fans following you everywhere. All the time. You see how it is for him—it would probably be worse for you at first. They’ll dig up everything about you. Even thought about being mean to someone in high school? You’re a bully. Ever drank too much and made embarrassing drunk videos with your friends? They’ll be on the internet. If it’s hard now, it’s going to be almost impossible after.”

“Almost feels like you want me to walk away…” you say carefully.

“No.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I think you’re good for each other. I think you love each other even if you two can’t figure it out. What I’m saying is that you might think it’s not fair for him to keep things between you private, but it’s a lot more unfair if he decides to make things public without talking to you first. It has to be your decision, not his. Your life is the one that’s going to change.”

You pick at the corner of your notebook. It seems so simple when Yoongi says it, but you’d never thought about it that way. Makes a lot of sense when you consider it.

“I think I understand that,” you concede. “But what he said that night isn’t the problem.”

Yoongi smiles. It’s a little smug, a lot knowing. “Let me guess—it’s what he hasn’t said that’s making you nervous.”

“How’d you know?” It feels a little weird that this guy you don’t know that well yet can see through you so easily.

“I’ve known Namjoon for a long time.”

“And?”

“And I know he loves you.”

“I wish he’d tell me that himself.”

“What did he say when you said it to him?”

And that stops you in your tracks. Because you, logically, know you haven’t said it either. But now that someone’s sitting in front of you making you face it, it seems a little unfair that you’re holding him to a standard you can’t even meet. Or haven’t yet, anyway.

“I—”

“Look,” Yoongi says, standing up from the table. “I don’t know you well enough to know your reasons, but I know his. Just talk to him. Maybe it’s less complicated than you think.”

You tilt your cup toward him and give him your best smile in exchange for everything he’s given you to think about. “Thanks, Yoongi. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I know. And we’re lucky to have him,” he says, soft and fond.

The thing is, you know Yoongi’s right.

It’s late when you find yourself standing outside the door to Namjoon’s studio. You know the code to get in, but you don’t know if you’re in a place where letting yourself in would be welcome. Feels like you’re back to the beginning, where you might need to announce yourself. Your finger only shakes a little when you reach to press the small button with the lightbulb icon on the keypad. The first time you’d seen it, you’d thought it was so clever—of course he’d never hear anyone knocking, but the flashing light gets his attention quickly. It’s just a matter of him being in a place where he can stop what he’s doing to open the door.

You shift your weight from left to right and wait.

You fiddle around in your pocket with a gum wrapper you’d shoved in there after lunch. It’s one thing you don’t get about Seoul, how it can be so relatively clean compared to cities back home, but there’s never a trash can around when you need one.

You should have texted, shouldn’t have even assumed he was here.

Maybe he just left the light on last time he was here.

Maybe those aren’t his stupid custom Nikes sitting outside the door.

Mayb—

“Hey,” he says, a little surprised sounding as he opens the door.

“Hi.”

Neither of you move for a long beat. It’s not awkward, it’s never been awkward with him, really. You just aren’t sure where to start, don’t know how much you can ask for, so you start small.

“Can I come in?”

But Namjoon’s already pulling the door open wider, gesturing for you to come into the room. You notice right away that there’s still your favorite pair of slides by the door. It makes you smile even though this whole thing seems so serious.

“You thought I’d get rid of them?” he asks, eyes fixed on you while you stare at the shoes.

“Didn’t know what to think.”

“You want to sit?”

You nod, slip your shoes off and exchange them for the slides, and pad over to his couch. It makes you feel a little nostalgic—it’s strange how much can change in a matter of days. You hate that your last memory of being in the studio was weird, desperate, jealous sex with him. You hate that you haven’t taken the time to replace it with any better memories. You especially hate that you don’t know if he wants more memories with you.

Namjoon looks a little wild when he sits in his studio chair and swivels it around to face you. Behind him, you see the pile up of water bottles, spent konjac packets, a couple chicken boxes, a few beer cans… The man himself has mussed hair under his hoodie and dark circles under his eyes, looks like he’s been throwing himself into work at the expense of everything else. Well, you see gym clothes in the corner, so maybe not quite everything. He’s predictable in that way, likes a physical manifestation of his moods, whether it's in his music, exercise, or anything else.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” he says cautiously.

“I think we should talk. Sorry it’s taken me so long.”

He shrugs, and there’s the Namjoon you know. A little pouty, a little selfish, always battling to let a better version of himself come out—one that’s more confident than you think he truly is. “S’okay,” he mutters.

“It’s not. Even if we’re fighting, it doesn’t help anything to shut you out. I know that, and I’m sorry I did it to you.”

“Thank you,” he says, raising his eyes to meet yours.

You let out a long sigh. You’d thought about what to say the whole way here, but nothing sounded quite right, nothing really conveyed wholly what you wanted. Sometimes, you think it’s because you know how important words are that they’re so hard for you to find in situations like this.

“This isn’t working,” you start.

Namjoon lets out something that can only be described as an honest to god whimper. He looks like you just broke up with him or something.

Then, you realize it sort of sounds like that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“Let me finish,” you add. “This thing we have? Where we laugh and fuck and go on dates… Where you’re basically my best friend—don’t tell Seokjin—and the best sex I’ve ever had at the same time?” This, at least, makes him smile. “This is working. But the thing where we don’t ever talk about it? That’s not working for me.”

He nods in agreement. His smile is gone, but at least he doesn’t look hurt anymore. Looks like he’s thinking, like he’s trying to decide what the best response would be. Really, given how little you’ve spoken over the past week, month, months if you’re being honest… you’d take anything.

“That’s fair,” he says. “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Is this about the jealousy or about the interview?”

You smile. “Neither and both?”

Namjoon laughs. It’s still shier than you’re used to, but bit by bit you feel the chill between the two of you beginning to thaw. It’s starting to get easier the more you talk, and you kick yourself for thinking you couldn’t have always just been this honest.

“I think the jealousy and the interview wouldn’t have been issues at all if we were better about talking to each other in the first place. Sometimes, I think… I guess I’m just not sure where you stand. I want this so much… Want you so much. I know why you said what you said at the interview. It only stung because I thought you were still upset with me about Jeongguk. Saying that because you’re mad is hurtful. Saying it because it should be my choice, not yours, to tell people I’m your girlfriend is actually very kind. But being with you… like loudly and publicly? It’s a lot to put on the table when I don’t know where your head’s at.”

He looks a little bewildered, and that’s understandable, because you feel like you just talked the equivalent of a marathon. “You don’t know where my head’s at?” he repeats as a question.

“I think you like me?” you reply, just as unsure.

Namjoon scoffs and stands up from his chair. He crosses the room and sits on his knees in front of you, takes your fidgety hands in his. “No,” he says firmly. “I definitely love you.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, not expecting that. Not expecting the way it rolled off his tongue so easily.

“I thought a lot about us this week,” he says, squeezing your hands in his. “And I realized that all the times I was sure I’d said I loved you and you hadn’t said it back? Turns out, I hadn’t really said that at all. I said I wanted to see you, I wanted to know you, that I didn’t want you to push me away… But now I am saying, and I really want you to hear me, that I fucking love you. And whenever you’re ready to say it back, I’ll be here. Even if it takes another 200 days. Another 200 of our 200 days.”

“Joonie, we’ll be dead in forty thousand days.”

“I’m not a mathematician.”

“I’ll probably still be in love with you though,” you admit softly. “In forty thousand days.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon sits up so you’re eye level with each other and grins the sappiest of wide, dimpled grins.

You nod and squeeze your fingers around his.

“I’m sorry and I love you,” you say.

“I’m sorry and I love you, too,” he says right back. Just like that.

And Yoongi was right again. It’s not that complicated.

It’s not complicated when Namjoon’s lips press into yours, slow and unhurried, sweeter than you’d let yourself remember. Certainly softer than the last time you’d been in the studio together.

It’s not complicated when you then reach down to pull your sweater off. Namjoon’s eyes widen watching you on his couch in your bra—like he’s never seen you this way before, and you find it helplessly endearing.

“You want it off?”

All he does is nod as you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra. Grinning, you take it off slowly and let it drop to the floor.

And you want to savor the moment, memorize the look on his face, the way his fingertips trace careful tributaries across your ribs, the way he sighs like he’s at peace just looking at you. But it feels like you’ve been waiting to be back with him forever, even if it’s only been a week. It’s hard not to touch him in return, hard not to chase the pleasure you know he’s capable of giving you.

So, you reach down to guide his hands up to your chest and say, “You can touch. I want you to touch me.”

A groan escapes him and he stretches up to kiss you again as he begins to knead your breasts in his hands. You lean your head back and sigh as he takes a nipple between his fingers and teases it out taut. In your vivid imagination, you can see the smirk he’s giving you before he takes the other between his teeth, gently biting, then running his tongue over it, alternating between the two in a steady pattern.

It’s a helpless feeling—you’re reduced to just soft moans and snippets of his name rolling off your tongue. You think you almost tear up when he caresses your jaw, tells you that all he wants is to be able to make you feel good, to hear that you want him, to hear that you love him.

Overwhelming in the best way.

The only time he pauses is to lift his head and capture your mouth again in his, tongue more insistent than before.

“I can’t do what I want with these on,” he whispers against your lips and tugs at the waist of your jeans.

“And what’s that?”

“Fuck you so well you forget the last time,” he says, with too much regret and too much sincerity.

You lean back on the couch to let him unbutton your jeans and pull them off. “How about we remember the last time a little,” you say with a grin, “because the hair pulling was kinda hot.”

“Oh baby... you can’t just say things like that.” He sighs as your pants hit the floor, “You’re beautiful.”

He takes a minute to let his eyes run up and down your body; his hands follow them, tracing your curves. When you let your gaze drift from his face, you can see he’s hard just from looking at you and from teasing your breasts.

Everything in you tells you to kiss him again, but just as you start to sit up, Namjoon halts the movement with a kiss and gentle hand on your chest to push you back. You move so you can sit up on your elbows instead and watch him run his hands down your thighs, pushing your knees further apart as he scoots closer. And you’re already so wet; skin slick, ready for whatever he has planned next.

“Is this okay?” he asks, breathing against you and kissing the insides of your legs as he reaches out to hold one of your hands.

“Yeah... really okay.”

Two fingers meet your clit and he starts stroking you softly, giving you a second to adjust. But when you squeeze his hand and whimper, he moves a little faster and your noises get more insistent, a bit louder.

“Can I taste you?”

“Oh god… please Namjoon.”

You almost laugh; you think you’ve never seen him move so quickly; replacing his fingers with his tongue. Long, flat strokes over your clit and lower, letting out a moan against your core, and then pausing to tell you how good you taste, how much he’s missed you.

His fingers tease at your entrance as he sucks your clit into his mouth… runs his teeth just barely across it.

You reward reward him with a, “Fuck, Joonie… yes,” so he does it again as he pushes a finger inside you.

You’re all whines and whimpers and trembles as he adds a second finger, and then a third; not even bothering to be patient anymore. How can either of you possibly be patient with each other? You: squirming and dripping wet and saying his name like it’s the only one you can remember—him: persistent and knowing exactly what you like, exactly how much you can take.

As he licks over your clit, his fingers curl inside you and he strokes there, moving with a bit more purpose as you push your hips up to try and take him deeper.

“Namjoon, please...” you whine when he lays a hand across your hip to hold you in place and slows his movements, trying to draw it out for you and for him, too—it’s sweet the way he’s still trying to make it last.

But it won’t, not much longer. “I’m so close,” you breathe out.

Your head falls back as your thighs start to tremble against his face, and you grab a fistful of his hair, forcing him to keep his mouth on you as he lets your hips go. The moan he lets out when you tug a little just pushes you even closer—you finally get to arch your back up to push his fingers deeper inside.

“Oh fuck… oh my god.”

A small smile makes its way across his lips as you buck your hips up into him and go stiff, pulsing around him and giving a drawn out moan of his name as you come on his hand and tongue.

As you collect yourself, or at least catch your breath, Namjoon climbs onto the couch above you and starts kissing and sucking on your neck, mindlessly brushing one of your nipples with his thumb.

“Joonie?”

“Sorry, is that too much?” He freezes and you almost laugh again. It’s such a 180 from the last time you slept together.

“No... no, it’s great. I mean, you could do anything to me right now and I think I’d let you.”

He smiles at you, “That good huh?”

“You’re always good to me.” You scoot up to get your legs underneath you on the sofa and he matches you, sitting upright so he can keep eye contact. “It’s just that this all feels very one-sided.”

“I’m having a fine time.” Grinning, he moves his hand to his mouth and licks your orgasm off of his fingers one by one as if to prove it to you. And christ, you’ve never been so turned on by anything in your life—a million options rush through your head, wishing he’d let you get your lips around his fingers, his cock, anything just to make him feel good, really.

“But we’re not done,” you say as you reach over to stroke him through his joggers.

Namjoon chokes on whatever he was going to say when your hand makes contact with his cock.

“Can I?” You ask as you sit up and move to start lifting his shirt off.

“Yeah, ‘course you can.”

Bold fingers skim over his skin once his shirt is gone. As you watch him watch your movements, you swing a leg over and straddle him, feathering kisses over his neck and chest, capturing each of his freckles between your lips.

“Love you so much,” you say as you catch the one right below his bottom lip. Every single part of you feels like it’s absolutely on fire thinking about how he makes you feel so much more of everything than anyone else ever has. “Namjoon, you’re gorgeous you know?” you ask as you place hot, open-mouthed kisses over his neck.

“Fucking love you like crazy,” he groans when you hit a particularly sensitive spot under his chin. “Can’t believe it took us this long to get it right…”

His muscles flutter beneath you, and it’s incredibly cheesy, you decide, that it matches the sensation inside your chest. Beneath you, his cock is filling out, fully hard now. And you’d been nervous before, to even show up here under the circumstances, but now you’re just ready.

You’re ready to do anything for this man, and it still wouldn’t be enough. All you can think about now, worries forgotten, is everything he’s given you. As ridiculous as it sounds in your head, you’re ready to spend as long as he’ll let you giving him something back, figuring out how to keep making each other happy. Shimmying back to give yourself room, you notice him looking at you like you’re his whole world, and god do you want to be. “Still okay?”

He nods, watching watching watching you touch him, still letting one of his hands skim your skin anywhere he can reach, as if he can’t bring himself to stop touching you now that he’s been granted renewed permission.

You lift off of him to pull his joggers off, and this part, this you’re sure you’ve always been good at together. “Gonna touch you now, Joonie,” you whisper before you lean back in to kiss him.

“I’ll die if you don’t.”

It’s an easy laugh you let out against his lips between kisses and you wrap one hand behind his neck to play with the short, soft hairs at his nape. With the other, you run your fingers through your own wetness and then begin to stroke him, grip on his cock firm and steady. You run a thumb over the tip and then stare in his eyes as you bring it up to your mouth and lick his precum off.

Payback.

“I’ve always loved the way you taste,” you tease, as Namjoon groans and lets his eyes roll back. “But now you should remind me how you feel,” you say as you slide off his lap and lay back on the couch and let your own hand drift between your legs

“Jesus...”

“Please? I want you to fuck me like you love me,” you say quietly.

“I think it’s the only way I know how,” he admits, looking just as lovestruck as you feel.

Moving in between your knees, he slides his hands under your ass to pull you closer. It’s a strange fit on the couch, but you just barely manage it—one of your legs dangles off the side, but it gives him better access. He strokes his tip across your entrance and sighs at the contact, at how wet you are maybe, at how you’re literally begging for him, and then he lets himself push inside of you slowly.

It’s completely attention-stealing: watching the way he slides into you, his kiss-swollen lips twitching as he starts moving his hips, skin shining under the effort. This is it, you think—you’ve never been so hopelessly in love with anyone before. And instead of being overwhelmed staring at this man who you know is your future, it’s all contentment and peace in your head. This is perfect, and having him love you, having him inside you knowing that he loves you is better than any other feeling you can think of.

“Oh my god,” you moan as he thrusts into you.

“You feel so… fucking good...” His speech is a little stuttered, it would be cute if he wasn’t doing what he was doing to you.

He slows his movements while you circle your own clit—it’s driving you a little wild feeling your fingertips brush against his cock, hearing the little breathy moans he lets out each time he fucks into you—and he’s played you a lot of music, but those are your favorite sound.

“Fuck...” he groans, “love you… can’t believe you’re real.”

His hands slide up to your face and he cups your cheeks as he kisses you, tongue moving with yours. Feels like he’s trying to channel all of the everything you know he must be feeling into some kind of action. That physical manifestation thing again. So, you start to move your hips up a little harder, getting him deeper than he had been. It’s more of a demand than a request.

“Namjoon, more...” you whine.

He runs his tongue up your neck to your ear and murmurs, “Can I make you come again?”

It’s all you can do to respond with a long moan as he moves one of his hands down to replace yours, stroking your swollen clit.

“Harder... please...”

Namjoon rocks back onto his heels while he grabs you and pulls you up to rest your thighs on his. It shifts his angle inside you, and he fucks you harder just like you asked, matching the movements of his hips with his fingers, seemingly not able to stop his eyes from fluttering shut.

“Come on baby, one more time?”

“I’m close again,” you sigh as he increases his pace.

There’s barely any time before the combination of faster and deeper and a better angle has you clenching up around him, and your arm up snakes around his neck to bring him closer. Namjoon kisses you hard, all messy and hurried tongues and teeth as you both start to come.

A moan pours from the back of your throat and into his as you come again, squeezing around his cock while you ride out another orgasm. He follows you with a few final snaps of his hips as you throb around him.

It’s almost like you can’t breathe, can’t feel or see anything but him as he spills into you—you’d gladly live every moment of the rest of your life this way if he’d let you, you’re sure. It’s a sappy, ridiculous thought and you wonder if you’ll ever be rational about him again. Probably not for a while, anyway.

Your foreheads press together as you breathe heavily in between lazy kisses and grins. You run your thumbs across his cheekbones and then push them into the divots where his dimples should be as you kiss him again. When you finally catch your breath, you say, “Love you, Joonie. You’re incredible.”

“You’re welcome.” He smirks at you and pinches your side before you roll your eyes in mock exasperation, but start laughing. Slowly, you sit up and pull away from him, letting him scoot back. His couch might never recover from the mess you’ve made.

Namjoon finds a t-shirt and wipes the both of you off as best he can, then lays sideways on the couch and pulls you down into him, your back pressed tightly to his chest. He places lazy kisses along the skin between your neck and shoulder.

“You know what I thought when I ran into you at Heathrow?”

“No... do I want to?”

“I thought you were the girl of my dreams.”

You smile, it’s cheesy, but you love it. “And now?”

“And now I know you are,” he whispers into your ear.

It’s exactly what you’ve needed from him, the simple and direct confirmation that you’re not alone in the way you feel. Turns out, clear communication is pretty sexy. “You’re gonna make me want round three, Joonie.”

“We could set records together.”

“I bet we’ll have a lot of chances to try in the future.”

“I hope so,” he whispers.

“Thanks for waiting for me.” You say it quietly as you slide your hand into his at your waist.

“Completely worth every minute,” he murmurs into your skin.

A month later, things feel like they’ve fully righted themselves between the two of you. There has, of course, been a little fighting as you negotiate the terms of what is about to be your new, public relationship. On the plus side, there’s been a lot more fucking and a lot more of actually saying what you’re feeling on both sides. It’s not easy, but it feels inarguably good to do this with him—to do it the way you should have from the beginning.

You know now that love should feel easy, but it only feels that way if you work at it. It’s a contradiction you think he’s going to write at least a couple of songs about, and you can’t wait to hear them. He always makes things make just a little more sense.

So, you’re not even that nervous as you walk up the steps to the small gallery in Hannam-dong. The terrace on the second floor is filled with people you know from work, everyone excited to see the Villet installation that’s opening officially tomorrow with a VIP preview tonight. You don’t know how, but Taehyung spots you from up there, camera hung around his neck, and gives you the dorkiest thumbs up you think he could muster—it’s cute, really, how he’s always there to support you, even when he’s working.

“You ready?” Namjoon whispers as you get to the last few steps below the gallery doors. He looks more nervous than you feel. His palm is a little sweaty against yours, but he’s solid next to you—it feels like you’ve brought a little piece of home with you when you feel the cool metal of his ring against your own warm fingers.

When you look up at him, you smile and nod, swallowing down any residual nerves. These are your people, and even if you’re not working tonight, even if you’re meeting them in a different capacity, you know it’s going to be alright. Tae calls your name, and you both turn to face him, to see his camera pointed at you with your joined hands, your dress matching Namjoon’s tie. He gives you a few extra beats, longer than any other photographer would, and then he’s snapping the picture—later, you’ll know it looks like this: looks like you looking straight into the camera with a bright smile less serious than the occasion calls for and Namjoon looking at you like you contain the whole universe.

Later, it will become a favorite, framed in the bedroom of the apartment you will share.

But tonight, it’s an announcement.

Once you get inside, you have minutes, maybe less. Just enough time to grab flutes of champagne and start toward the next set of stairs that lead to the main gallery space. You’re stopped by a familiar voice before you can head up, though. A colleague from an online art magazine—you’ve known him since you were just out of grad school.

He looks delighted, and you know why—Namjoon’s fingers tighten over yours. When you look over at your boyfriend as your colleague starts asking him questions, he looks delighted, too. It’s your favorite thing, to see him happy like this. You’re lost in it and you don’t even hear the questions, but you do hear a response.

“...Yes, let me introduce you to someone incredibly special.” You stifle a laugh—you know Namjoon knows the two of you already know each other, always running in the same small social and work circles.

But you stop laughing and just give him a beaming smile when he adds, “She’s the love of my life, actually.”

#namjoon fic #bts fanfic #rm fanfic #kvanity #btshoneyhive #namjoon smut #bts smut #rm smut #namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #rm imagine #bts imagines

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fbatcat · 5 months

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I made a silly saint pfp for myself (edited on that official monk art) and my friends asked for an arti and a hunter version so here it is

Feel free to use as a pfp just credit me :3

#rainworld #rain world downpour #rain world #slugcats #saint #saint rain world #rain world saint #artificer #artificer rw #artificer rain world #hunter #hunter rain world #hunter rw

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dawnstar-33 · 3 months

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TWST Head cannons: Octavinelle Edition

Azul:

Much like Riddle, Azul has issues with food stemming from his childhood, often resulting in restricting and calorie counting as a result of being bullied relentlessly as a child. Going through a couple chats and past events, I think its possible Azul may have some form of Avoidant eating disorder (ARFID), some symptoms of this specific ED include social difficulties due to the lack of proper nutrition, while Azul is clearly very smart, its been demonstrated that social interactions aren't his strong suit, and he constantly feels as if he has to have some sort of edge over someone. Demonstrated in Book 6, when Azul and Riddle get into a fight over academics.

[Please feel free to correct or educate me further on this one, I tried my best with what knowledge I had and research I had available, but if its wrong, please let me know]

Jade:

Jade's signature spell 'Shock the Heart' can only be used on someone once forever, however, I like to imagine he has an uncanny ability to know when others are lying without using it to a certain degree, after abusing the FUCK out of the spell with his former classmates, so he spent a lot of time observing the common tells of lying, and uses his unsettling demeanour to force the truth out of someone without relying on his signature spell.

Floyd:

While Jade is the calmer of the Leech twins, Floyd is undoubtably the most brash, "Brains vs Brawn" type of dynamic. Floyd is undoubtably unsettling, both the Leech twins are, I personally really like Floyd and his overall character, and he's a lot smarter than most give him credit for, and also extremely loyal if you've earnt that trust with him. Even if he's a wildcard, I think you could count on Floyd to defend you (with repayment) should you develop a real, genuine friendship.

[Inspired by Book 3, where both Jade and Floyd said that once Azul became boring, they would drop him, however, both Leech's were the first ones at his side when he overblotted, and I think that says a lot about the trio.]

These are just some silly head cannons I think about when playing the game, don't take anything in this post seriously! Entertainment purposes only.

#disney twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #heacanons #twisted wonderland

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androidcharles · 7 months

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More info under the read more, since it gets a bit long!

Unwatermarked so you can crosspost to any site you wish, however, please give proper credit if you do repost.

Since I haven't seen any Stickmintober prompts (or if there are any I'm stupid and haven't really looked for them), so I decided to create a prompt list for myself (mostly because a while back I told someone I'd consider hosting this).

Anyway, as a small bonus, since I know it's difficult writing a small story for 31 whole days in a row (writing like that should be saved for NaNoWriMo), I thought I'd throw in a bonus writing prompt list as well! Feel free to get creative with the prompts or if you want, use the prompts from the top list.

I will be tracking the tag #stickmintober2023 for those who participate but you can also @ me if you want to see your pieces as well. I understand this is a bit short notice, I am angry w/ myself as well for taking this long to announce something like this (HELL there's prob a better prompt list on Twitter that peeps are prob preparing for that I'm not aware of) but either way, I hope you guys enjoy this little prompt list nonetheless.

That being said, this isn't a competition! Don't burn yourself out trying to chug out equivalents of the Mona Lisa and The Last Supper everyday, just try to keep it simple, esp if it's your first time! And as always, have fun with it too!

Thanks in advance for participating!

Prompts for Screenreaders:

First Image: Stickmintober 2023 Prompt List! Day 1: Breaking the Bank Day 2: Henry Stickmin Day 3: Police Force Day 4: Escaping the Prison Day 5: Rupert Price Day 6: Dave Panpa Day 7: Stealing the Diamond Day 8: CCC Day 9: West Mesa Day 10: Charles Calvin Day 11: Infiltrating the Airship Day 12: Reginald Copperbottom/RHM Day 13: General Galeforce Day 14: Favorite Past Toppat Leader Day 15: Toppat or Government? Day 16: Ellie Rose Day 17: Fleeing the Complex Day 18: Dmitri Petrov/Grigori Olyat Day 19: Dance Day 20: Glitch Day 21: Sven Svennson Day 22: Completing the Mission Day 23: Favorite Ending Day 24: Underrated Ending Day 25: AU (favorite or your own) Day 26: OC (favorite or your own) Day 27: Silly Day 28: Angst Day 29: Favorite BG character Day 30: Costume Day 31: Halloween

2nd Image: Stickmintober 2023 Writing Edition!

Week 1 (Oct 1st-7th) Write about Henry Stickmin. Whether it's a headcanon interpretation of his past or about his life before or after certain events in canon.

Week 2 (Oct 8th-Oct 14th) Write about Toppat life. Either from the point of view of a character, minor or main or before or after certain events in canon.

Week 3 (Oct 15th-21st) Write about your interpretation of the events after an ending from Completing the Mission. Whether it's an ending you don't think about much or your favorite

Week 4 (Oct 22nd-28th) Write about the hypothetical past of a Toppat Leader of your choice. Special challenge: No Terrence or Reginald ;)

Week 5 (Oct 29th-Nov 4th) Two this time! Write a Halloween-y themed story or just a write something involving your favorite ship, rarepair or otherwise.

#the henry stickmin collection #stickmintober2023 #henry stickmin #prompt list

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spiderwh0re · 5 months

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me everytime there's a stream/event that announces games

(manifesting february but i know I'm delulu ill get in the clown car now)

edited ver specifically for any lacenet fans here (take your free girlfail lesbian sticker)

also feel free to use for whatever if you want

credit would be cool but it's just a phone doodle so consider it optional lmao

edit it or make it a meme idc im just here to have fun and make my silly thoughts other people's problems

(im aware clown hornet isnt new i just wanted a low quality doodle version)

#hollow knight #i am feeling silly #hollowposting #my art #silksong delulu

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smalltimidbean · 4 months

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Hi! I'm Ruben, and this is my art blog! I mostly post silly OCs and original stuff, or whatever I happen to be hyperfixated on at the time! Read on to find out more!

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About

I am Ruben, but most people call me Bean, and I also go by Ben - so feel free to use any of those names, I'll respond to them all!

I'm 27, Non-Binary, and I use They/Them pronouns. I've been doing art pretty much all my life, and I do it somewhat professionally. I enjoy all types of art, but my mains are drawing and animation - but don't be surprised if there are some crafts or other medias here and there too!

I am autistic, and have severe social anxiety (among other disabilities), so please be patient with me if I take a while to respond, have an under/overreaction to something, or do not understand something right away! I also tend to forget things a lot, so you can always give me a reminder, if it has been a while - just please do not spam me!

I love getting asks about my characters, and AUs, even if I cannot answer them all - I have many askblogs for more specific characters/settings, which are linked below if you wanna check them out!

Please keep in mind that some of my characters are villainous, aggressive or just plain mean, and any actions or responses may be rude, violent or upsetting! When I respond in character, I am just playing a character, and their actions do not reflect me, and should not be taken personally!

DMs I am more hesitant about bc of the mentioned anxiety, so if you wish to DM me, please have a reason to be doing so - I don't tend to respond to just 'hi', and asking for free art will probably end up in a block. I also do not RP at all, so please do not ask.

I tend to vent a lot! I use art as a form of catharsis and to avoid hurting myself irl, so there might randomly be some upsetting content posted, but I do tag these with 'vent tag', and the appropriate CW tags - please see below for them

My art (and characters) is not for free use! So please do not repost, edit, trace my art, and please do not use it in videos/games, or for AI bots/databases. If you see my art somewhere, that I did not approve of, and regardless if it is credited or not, please let me know!

That being said, if you really want to use my art somewhere, please ask first! Usually the use as an icon, or in a silly meme, is fine - just ask first!

I don't do requests for things I am not interested in, and I probably will not draw your OC for free. I do take suggestions for things I am interested in, and might do the occasional art trade with mutuals/friends. I do also take commissions (but my sheet needs a big update, so prices may change soon).

I switch sonas around a lot! Bean is my main one (in a semi-realistic style and a more cartoonish one), but do not be surprised if I am sometimes depicted as a furry or a monster now and then.

These sonas are also both a representation of me, and characters in my stories. I try to define when I am 'in-character' and 'out-of-character', so please keep this in mind when commenting/asking.

Fanart of my characters and AUs is okay, and always appreciated! Please try to represent the characters(s) the best you can, and ask before doing making significant design changes (such as a 'Genderbend' or 'Species Swap' etc). Again, I am forgetful, so if I do not acknowledge it within a week or so, please give me a nudge!

I don't mind minors following, as most of my stuff is SFW, but please keep in mind that I am an adult, and may upload an occasional suggestive post or joke. These are also tagged as needed.

Good golly this is so long, but I think that's it for this part

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Interests

I am currently mainly into Pizza Tower, and the OCs I have created for it, so that is mostly what you will see at the moment! - I have currently two AUs I am focused on, mainly the one where it's just my interpretation of the game (no name for this one yet), and then my secondary called 'Cheeseshop AU', with Brick the Rat as the protag, and species are swapped! (So Brick is human, Peppino and Gustavo are rats etc)

I also have a lot of original stories, characters and concepts, and will post those too! I tend to jump from idea to idea and back again, so do not mind if I am talking about one genre in one post, and then it completely changes the next post. (Although most are just slice-o-life with fantasy elements)

Other interests are: FNAF (previous hyperfixation, kinda comes and goes and may have occasional posts here), Bugsnax (also a previous hyperfixation, mainly when the game came out but not so much any more), Pokemon (not a hyperfixation, I just think they're neat), and... That's pretty much it, that I can think of! I don't tend to get into fandoms much, and I just focus on one thing for years haha

I am also not really looking for other things to be interested in, so please do not take it personally if I do not look at or get into anything suggested to me.

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Content Warnings

As mentioned before, I vent a lot, but I also enjoy drawing some body horror or gore for fun, if the mood strikes! These are tagged simply as '[thing]' for blocking purposes, but please let me know if there are tags I have missed!

Common, will not be tagged: Mild Body Horror (things like extra eyes or limbs, or slightly melty people etc), Scars, Foul Language, Depictions of Panic Attacks/Meltdowns, Use of Caps and Glitched/Zalgo text

Uncommon, will be tagged: Eye Strain, Alcohol Use, Smoking (mostly regular cigarettes, but maybe weed too), Partial Nudity (bare chests mostly), Mildly Suggestive Jokes or Imagery, Emetophobia/Vomit, Blood, Violence, Moderate to Severe Body Horror (like excessive amounts of extra eyes or teeth, beings fused together etc), Guns, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Gore, Implied Cannibalism, Implied Death

Rare, will be tagged, and under a read-more cut: Very Suggestive Jokes or Imagery, On Screen Cannibalism, On Screen Death

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Tags and Other Blogs/Links

My text post/ask tag is 'bean talks too much' and OC tags are 'OC: [OC's name]'. Other tags are for organisation, or just me talking to myself - and I do that a lot.

I am SmallTimidBean pretty much everywhere, although I mainly only post here, my characters to my Toyhou.se or ARPG stuff on my DeviantArt - and I have a Kofi, if you want to send a tip my way! (Not necessary, but very much appreciated if you do!)

I do have a Discord, but I am not comfortable giving it out unless we have interacted at least a few times! If you do find it by chance, please do not just send a friend request, I am unlikely to accept it for my own comfort.

My main blog, and the one that I follow from, is @smalltimidbean-reblogs - mainly just reblogs of art I like, animals or funny posts.

My currently active askblog is @ask-the-totally-real-peppino - an ask blog for Pep (my version of Fake Peppino from Pizza Tower)

I have several other askblogs, and just blogs in general, but I will put them under cut, as most are inactive or plain dead (I just keep them for archival sake, or the rare chance I may return to them)

@ask-the-music-man - Inactive FNAF askblog for Music Man, DJ Music Man and other FNAF characters, might return to it at some point but not right now

@we-bear-wicked-smiles - Inactive FNAF askblog for Nightmare and the other Nightmare animatronics, might also return to it but also not right now

@ask-lionel-ottaviani - Inactive askblog for a monster security guard named Lionel, will probably never return to it bc the group it was a part of disbanded, and I have bad memories with it - however Lionel and his friends show up here and an AU version where he is human feature on the Music Man blog

@bensnax - Inactive Bugsnax blog, was mostly reblogs, but I did intend to post my Grumpus characters there too (I think there's like one post of some of them) - probably will not return any time soon, as Bugsnax is not a major interest right now

@ask-a-genectric - Inactive Pokemon askblog for a Gengar/Manectric hybrid called Lexus, would like to return to it but unlikely

@the-bashful-skuntank - Inactive Pokemon askblog for a Skuntank named Fleur, would also like to return to it but unlikely

@thedailyzangoose - Previously a daily blog for the Pokemon Zangoose, but was revamped into an askblog for a troop of Zangoose characters, inactive and unlikely to return to it

@little-beast-bakery - A suggestion based blog to create little characters for people to adopt, never got off the ground and probably never will

I have a few other blogs that were OC specific askblogs, but I never posted to them, so no reason to link them. I did also have two NSFW blogs that are still technically up, but were nuked after the NSFW ban of 2018 - I am not going to link them for obvious reasons, but if you do somehow find them, keep it to yourself please!

Okay, this is very long, but I think that is it! Thank you for reading if you are down here!

#info #rules #pinned #about #reference

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