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Womp, womp! I'm back! (🥩anon) I didn't realize that you have respond to my suggest or request (wtv) until I realized that I accidentally anonymous myself ‼️
Anyway, I have been thinking about this for a while. Ghost with a male or ftm reader who has a body that is feminine than a female has(no offend to female)
Oh, btw, you up for Ghost x M!P★! Reader part two 😏(/hj). Anyway that's all! See ya <3
— 🥩 (can be ignored if wanted)
Ghost falls for a femboy
18+
M4m
Thank you for your request, you’re giving me a lot of free rain so I appreciate it, and yeah I’ll for sure make a part 2 to that at some point, I’m happy you enjoyed it.
Anyone who sees this, feel free to make a request
Ps. I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve not had as much motivation recently, but I’m here and I have a few ideas!!!!
Ghost has been striking out a lot lately, ever since he got out of the 141 he’s been looking for someone to settle down with…and maybe fuck the brains out of, but he just can’t. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t really been in a relationship since he was a teen, or because he’s just so damn scary. He’s went up to so many girls and they always look terrified, it doesn’t help that he stumbles over his words or just stares at them. He just wants to love someone and empty his balls into them, is that too much to ask?
It was another night at the pub, just staring at girls, almost looking like a creep, he’s not but…he just looks like it. That’s when he spots you, sitting at the bar sipping on some bright red fruity drink. You were….perfect to say the least, small, petite, long hair, soft face, and an ass so big it’s barely covered by the skirt you have on, in fact your panties stick out the bottom, and is that….a bulge? No it can’t be. He finally decides to come up to you.
Ghost-“h-hey love, I couldn’t help but notice you sitting alone”
You look him up and down, taking note of his stature, muscular physique, and scary yet sexy mask. You smile softly
Reader-“hey, yeah, came here alone. It’s my first time in a bar for a while”
Ghost nods softly while thinking of what else to say
Ghost-“can I get you a drink?”
You nod and order a fruity drink
Ghost-“so, you ask you’re here alone. What’s a girl as pretty as you doing alone?”
He gains a bit of confidence in his speech after seeing how receptive you are. You chuckle
Reader-“well, hate to burst your bubble, I’m a guy”
Ghosts eyes widen as he’s at a loss for words, that was a bulge he saw, a plethora of confusion feelings in his mind, is he really into a guy? Does he really wanna fuck a guy!? He turns back to you
Ghost-“I-that’s fine, I’m ok with that”
You look at him surprised
Reader-“really? Most people aren’t”
Ghost-“well, I’m ok with it”
He gives you a smile before remembering he’s wearing a mask and feels stupid. You look back up at him and smirk
Reader-“well big guy, I think we can talk then”
You stand up off the stool you were sitting on, taking ghosts hand.
Ghost-“can I-can I take you home love?”
You chuckle and roll your eyes
Reader-“of course, what did you think was happening”
Ghost takes your hand nervously and helps you off the chair
Reader-“I won’t bite, not yet at least”
That draws out a nice laugh from ghost, who leads you too his car, he help you in his big jeep, because of course he has a jeep. Then he gets in the drivers side.
Reader-“so, what do you do for work?”
Ghost puts the car in drive and starts driving to his place.
Ghost-“well, I just got out of the military actually, retired”
You let a a chuckle and a nod
Reader-“really? Guess that explains the mask. You must be a big strong boy, with a big strong cock”
You lick your lips and reach into his lap, feeling his steadily growing bulge. He gains a bit of confidence
Ghost-“yeah well, I’m a bit out of practice, but I am pretty big”
You chuckle
Reader-“good”
You guys sit in silence for a few minutes, your hand on his throbbing hard bulge and him letting out soft grunts as he drives. Soon you arrive at his house, he gets out and goes to your door and picks you up, not wasting a second
Reader-“someone’s eager”
Ghost-“sorry it’s just…..it’s been a long time”
He carries you inside with you grinning ear to ear as you look up at him. He closes the door behind you two before laying you down on the couch
Ghost-“do-do you need anything or….”
You chuckle
Reader-“no I don’t need anything, we can get right to it”
You strip your clothes off, which wasn’t really much to begin with but you take it off nonetheless. Your body is smooth and hairless, your frame slender and petite, and your cock small and cute. Ghost stares in awe
Ghost-“you-you’re beautiful”
His bulge fills his pants even more as he starts to strip as well. His chest toned and firm, his body fairly hairy, and his cock, long and thick, just how you like it. Weirdly he did keep his mask on though, whatever. You gesture him over
Reader-“well are you just gonna stand there?”
You chuckle and ghost rushes over, taking your and his cock into his hand and rubbing them together, pulling some soft feminine moans from you and some deep grunts from him
Ghost-“this-this is my first time with a guy….but this is bloody great”
He grunts and keeps rubbing his hard cock against yours, some pre cum leaking out already. Then you reach down and wrap your hand around his, both of you now stroking each other. You look into his eyes
Reader-“I’m glad you like it. I do to”
You smirk and move your other hand down and pop out the butt plug you had in just for an occasion like this, already pre lubed and ready.
Reader-“you can put it right in”
You smile and look at him. He lets out a soft gasp and pulls away before lining up his cock with your asshole, prodding the entrance and making his tip slick.
Ghost-“I-I’m putting it in”
He says as he slides his cock into you, spreading your hole open, feeling his cock move inch by inch into you. He feels your wet, warm insides cling to his shaft as he goes deeper before he starts to thrust, they’re inconsistent and clearly inexperienced but it still feels amazing for both of you, you letting our girly moans and him grunting and growling as his cock moves in and out.
Reader-“fuck you-you’re doing really good”
You stammer out through moans and your asshole clings to his cock. Your own cock bouncing back and forth as it leaks all over the both of you. He leans over you and whispers
Ghost-“this-this is so good, it feels amazing. I-fuck I think I love this”
He grunts and keeps thrusting, clearly getting close
Reader-“well big guy, you can have it whenever”
You smirk and moan as he hits your deepest part, causing cum to leak out of your cock as it bounces back and forth. He grips you hard and grunts
Ghost-“I’m cumming”
He squeezes your thighs to the point it hurts but you don’t even care because his hot, sticky cum filling your ass is the best feeling ever. He collapses on top of you
Ghost-“I…..fuck”
You chuckle
Reader-“good job, that was really good”
You say through pants while you catch your breath
Reader-“now, gonna get me some water or just gonna lay on top of me”
Ghost-“oh y-yeah”
He heat up and stammers off to get you a glass of water, you watch as his bare ass bounces with every step
#cod x reader#smut#18+ only#gay#bisexual#m4m#simon ghost riley#cod smut#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x male reader#ghost x you#ghost cod#ghost smut
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alright, the other day i loosely implied that i would make a behind the scenes/tutorial type of thing. momma didn't raise no liar, so here goes nothing i guess!
step 1) rough sketch
honestly i skip this entirely if have a really concrete idea of what i want to do. sometimes compositions are just beamed into my brain from On High and a sketch is unnecessary.
step 2) 3d ref
this is where i refine the composition, lighting, camera angles, props, etc. i use DAZ studio for model posing and blender for almost everything else (props, horns, lighting, rendering).
here's a 10 minute video on how to pose models in DAZ if you're interested in doing something like this! it's not very hard! basic posing requires almost no technical know-how.
i've heard magicposer and virt-a-mate are also good for model posing, but i don't have any experience with either program.
after i'm done posing, i transfer the models to blender so i can work on props, environment, and lighting because doing it in DAZ is ass. you can see that i went overboard on the ref for the paladin i worked on last year by modelling armor.
step 3) lineart
at this stage i'm synthesizing my 3d models, reference images, and style choices into lines.
the 3d likeness of my models is poor because I don't have time for that shit, so this is where my humongous folder full of bg3 screenshots comes into play.
for example: looking at my screenshots, astarion's forehead tilts back towards the back of his skull, much more so than my reference model. his chin and jaw are sharper and longer, and the transition between his brow ridge and nose is almost a straight line. if i combine the information from my 3d model and astarion's face, i get something like this:
3d models aren't fleshy (ie, tummy rolls, wrinkles, muscle deformations, butt squish) unless one puts in A LOT of effort like absolute madman chris jones.
you guys know bernini, right? he has a couple great examples of this. see how hades' hands press in on persephone's leg?
this is what we want to add in the lineart because it's too much effort for 3d. laziness is king.
i guess i draw clothes at this stage too, but for some reason there aren't many in this image. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
step 4) base color
i have a little color picked palette that i use for everybody so i get their skintones right before i start messing with colored lighting. i'll use overlay and hard/soft light layers clipped to the base layer during the shading step later.
step 5) shading
if you thought we were done with the 3d part, guess again! i posterize my 3d reference so i can see the shapes of the shadows and highlights better. if i'm not feeling it, i can go back to 3d and change the lighting really easily.
could I make a cel shader for this? yes. am I going to? No. custom shaders are for people with intelligence and I am fresh out. posterization it is.
from there, i do a pretty standard cel shading deal that i usually blur and set to low opacity. (for this image i stuck to no blur because i had been looking at a lot of morebird's art and was really feeling the hard edges)
photoshop is what i use for final rendering because it has bangin tools. the brush customization alone make ps worth it, but i also particularly abuse puppet warp, noise generation, the camera raw filter, and layer styles.
step 6) background
i put the least effort possible into a background and then i blur it into oblivion so you can't fathom the depths of my ineptitude.
and then i have a finished image! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
#art tutorial#this got long!! the rest is under the cut#i encourage everyone to try out DAZ and blender! theyre both free!!#i love goofing around in 3d
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Ta da!!
My goodness I love these two. it’s so much fun for me to make art from these stories I love it so much! I did keep things slightly more simple this time around but that’s mostly just for my own sanity. I get a little too excited occasionally and realize if I don’t reel it in I’ll never finish things 😅. These are bits mainly from chapter five and a little bit from four. I wasn’t sure how we feel about like…actually drawings of vomit? I don’t want to push it (and frankly idk if I’d be comfy with it lol I’ll have to think about that) but I still want to include like…the energy ?🤣
I can’t wait to draw more stuff as fics continue!! I hope to expand too and draw other pairings and moments as well!! But I think sick Cyno and caretaker tighnari will always be my number one hehe 😊
(Ps…personally… I hate the clothes I put them in??? Like I had to stop eventually cuz I was waaay over thinking it and it’s really not the point at all, but at the same time I was like..wait how many outfits did they pack? How many times do they change clothing? Would Tighnari even look good in that color?? It doesn’t matter and kinda made me laugh but I was this close to doing online window shopping to get better inspiration 🤣)
OMG IT'S HERE!
I don't know how you do this but you always manage to blow me away with your art JUST LOOK AT THEM!! LOOK AT OUR BOYS!! THEY'RE SO- AH! You have no idea how happy these make me 😭
They're my favourite pairing to write right now too, so you can bet I'll be spoiling you with a lot more content of them! Especially sick Cyno, he melts my heart.
AAHH I don't know what to say without rambling! I'm so giddy, I can't stop looking at these!! (I love that drawing of Cyno sitting on the edge of the bed and throwing up- you somehow captured just how miserable he is, even with only his back showing!)
And I think the clothes are cute!! I love that you drew different outfits in both pages of sketches! Tighnari is 100% the type to over-pack, he definitely had an absurd amount of spare clothes. Which, good thing, I think Cyno sweated through several pairs between chapter 4 and 5 😭
AGAIN! Thank you so so much for all the beautiful fanart you've shared!! It means so insanely much to me to see fanart created of my works, and your art is so good too!! I am one very happy writer right now!
(on the topic of drawings of vomit! Absolutely only draw what you feel comfortable drawing. I think you portrayed nausea really well in your drawings, and I really like how you drew the sketch of Cyno throwing up! I am not at all phased by vomit in drawings, so whether you choose to draw it or not, I don't mind at all. As long as you're comfortable with what you're creating! Also if you were to submit drawings that included actual vomit, I would probably just put the art below a cut with a warning, for any of my followers who'd rather not see it.)
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hi, i’d just like to take a minute to say thank you to everyone who has followed me! i’ve been on here since late july and i’ve loved it the whole time! i’ve loved all the ppl i’ve interacted with on here and i’ve loved making content for all of y’all!
i’d like to give my appreciation to my favorite ppl on here! (written in no particular order)
@muichinno- you’re so silly! i love every interaction with you! it’s been great watching you grow and i love roleplaying with you! I love you!
@muichirothehashira- you were one of my first followers and i cannot express just how thankful i am for you! you’ve been so encouraging to me the whole time! i love you!
@tokito-dulya20- i love your drawings! they’re so cute! i love talking to you and doing art trades with you!:3 I love you!
@cloudymistedskies- Your art gives me sm life and joy! I love it sm! I love interacting with you! Your personality is literally the most amazing thing, I love it sm! I love you!
@sakurasunkiss- The silliest of them all! I love you sm! I love your art style sm! I love talking about tbhk with you! I love you!
@yuichiroleftarm- I’d give you some of my hair and my left arm any day. You’re so funny and I love interacting with you! I love you!
@theyslaydemons- does snow even know you adopted me? i love your fanfics! your oc, kansa is so fun! i love her design! i love you mama slay! (btw i burned down the mcdonalds)
@colourstreakgryffin- i literally love your fics sm! i take sm inspo from the way that you write! I love you!
@vexinghearts- you tag me in so many picrews and stuff and i’m here for it! thx for healing my boredom! I love you!
@unofficialmuilover- i love it when i get reqs from you! you always have such good ideas! (not saying the others don’t cause they definitely do, i love them all) Your oc is also super cute! I love you!
@cherryblossomsenpai- you were the first person i ever followed! i love your stories and i take inspo from you in my writing!:3 I love you!
@pinkpeachmitsuri- you were my first follower, you started it all! I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am to you! i love you!
@muitsuri- hi eva! i love your fics! your oc is outa this world cause of how cute she is! i love you! (ps: you’re super pretty)
I think this is everyone? idk anymore lol. there might be more and if i forgot to put you i’m sry!
once again, thank y’all sm for all the support! i love each and every one of y’all from the bottom of my heart! ❤️ have a great day/night/whatever and i’ll see y’all in my next post!^^
#appreciation post#thought it was time for me to do this#i’ve been here for a few months#so it’s time#love y’all!#❤️😭🍓#i can’t believe im almost at 50 followers!😭❤️#just 2 more left!😭❤️
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hello vic, it’s vatican garden anon again back from my european vacation…. i’ve been trying to figure out how to put this in words and will probably come up short on what i want to express BUT lemme give it a go.
i know when you replied to my initial ask you said “take that back” in regards to me saying your words matched the artwork i was viewing but no girl, i stand by that statement wholeheartedly. a couple days after being in the vatican i visited the borghese gallery and got the chance to see bernini’s rape of proserpina, a piece i have been wanting to see irl for about 10 years and was finally able to do so. and though it’s beauty and magnificence struck me like a dagger to the chest i couldn’t stop remembering your words in TCC when din is chasing reader and finally catches her. i couldn’t stop seeing them in the stone. the way you are able to help create distinct images in your readers’ minds rivals that of published authors. i’ve read so many books and fanfic through the years and none of it has stuck with me in such a deep way like your pieces do. like dude, i’m out here looking at sculptures and paintings and what comes to mind is something you wrote and i read weeks ago.
i don’t know much about anything but i do know your writing matches thousand year old masterpieces AND that i will be here tooting your horn whenever you post new pieces. you are a gift to this community and i hope you continue being unhinged as hell here and on twitter cause man do you give me some laughs with the stuff you post over on that hellhole.
ps PINK — fantastic magnificent jaw dropping panty soaking piece of writing there. i don’t know how you came up with that idea but girl am i GLAD you did. the daddy kink the slight breeding kink the fucking your ex-husband’s DAD, my god. you ticked a good chunk off my list. i can’t wait to see how you bring it all together in the last chapter.
hugs and kisses,
vatican garden non 🫶🏽
hello, my friend. apologies for sitting on this for a few days, but you’ve truly left me speechless this time. a mere thank you seems entirely ineffectual and redundant so i’m only going to say it once and not go on and on and that’s it. thank you truly from the bottom of my heart so much. your words and your kindness mean everything to me because to be honest my writing means everything to me and for you to share the way you feel about my work with me… there are no words. i really truly appreciate you so much.
i love the borghese, one of my favorite museums in the whole world. i feel like the focus is always on proserpina’s face, so tragic, unbelieving, etc. but pluto’s expression is what i always remember the most, that evil smirk like he knows he’s caught is prize and is so triumphant in it. i have a lot of bernini saved in the tcc pinterest board so it seems as if i’ve somewhat captured the atmosphere i was going for.
i hope you had an amazing time on your trip and i’m so glad to hear you’ve finally gotten to see the sculpture. i hope it was all you’d imagined and more. and please, let’s not draw attention to my very personal private internet diary where i act completely normal and sane and not at all unhinged.
one million hugs and kisses in return :)
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Marron bullshit to put on @writing-heiress twst avatar au part 1
Bringing up the fact I made Jasir unique be the literal avatar. This man would be from the calmest reasonable prince Freya can respect to get influenced by her and Minako for a few moments of life to get involved in danger to not give a shit and be ready to spout out roasts out of no hesitation.
Probably also get his ass beaten for not telling Freya he learned to bend gold (I call this the gold bending/ he can find gold nuggets in lakes and caves and bend them into pure gold coins for currency), probably also knows bloodbending, somehow knows to glass bend for a split moment, and might’ve studied more medicine then his family to fucking mess with them.
But the Minako influence being rubbed off him thing? Yeah. YEAH HE WILL BE DEBATING TO TELL HIS FAMILY HE ACTUALLY HAS MASTERED FOUR ELEMENTS AND KNOWING HE COULD’VE RULED THE EARTH KINGDOM HE JUST CHOOSES TO WAIT FOR THE BEST OPPORTUNITY BUT REALLY LOVES TO SHIT TALK ABOUT HIS OWN FAMILY WITH NO HESITATION
Jasir, very done after being dragged everywhere: man I want to tell my shitty family bend every element just to fuck with them.
Freya: exCUSE ME WHAT-
Jasir: but I really…… really want to tell my brother I hooked up with his ex two weeks ago. She said i was the better twin.
Minako: *wheeze*
Jasir: I learnt to bend Gold by accident but I find it useful because if they disown me. I would be rich to steal gold from mines or lakes and no one will give a shit about it-
Yuu: WAIT YOU CAN WHAT-
Jasir: I am going to ruin my family some day…..
Srs he is ready to bend everything and probably destroy his own home and get away with it while also taking the family tiger too. Liliana is just suffocating Minako with her giant height and fur. She just a hint tiger who probably almost killed the twins few too many times and they accept that would be their way to go.
@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @liviavanrouge
Jasir after Mina dared him to burn his house three times and this was his wanted poster which he refused to let it be changed:
Update to my tag: it’s actually 1 am now.
Ps: no I won’t fucking sleep I live for chaos
Me when my brain thinks of the stupidest idea yet so genius to me:
Funny thing is I’m fucking listening to “fun facts with Wan” on TikTok and next shit happen for me to think Jasir can actually see the avatar spirits and never fucking said a word of it and just waited on a very serious moment to just say “oh yeah. I see the avatar spirits. Yeah. Yeah for my entire fucking life.”
Freya: ….. ARE YOU KIDDING ME-
Jasir: im surprise as you, I ain’t the avatar but here I am bending four elements with no relations to any avatar or nomads in that order. My best friend who I confide secret is a tiger, my family dote on a boy who blood bends his way around anything, and I fucking can gold bend. My life should’ve been normal. I would’ve been fine if I was just an earth bender but granted someone said “hey let’s fuck up this kid” look where I stand! I stand on a wire!
I should be asleep but my brain just refuses so if anyone wanna talk about crazier ideas for au’s or somewhat. I’ll be open until my brain thinks about more info or how unhinged the avatars would be to guide Freya or encourage her to go apeshit on someone.
And maybe I’ll draw her about to bend someone existence out again, making it the third time I’ll draw her. Maybe. Unless I debate on drawing her smacking the shit outta Jasir for holding the boiling tea then so be it. Someone will be smacked on sight.
This post got too long then I expected but I can just say this.
I have no control, I am just the embodiment of chaos and I want to eat soup so late.
#I keep forgetting I made Jasir the avatar in Twst canon I forgot about it#Jasir: I am so fucking done I am at my fucking limit with this family I will pay you to sock them a#Freya and Minako: Bet#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twst#marron ocs#twst oc#Jasir Horglas#It is nearly 1 am here#Twst Avatar au#muts ocs#Muts au#freya grimoire#minako sakamaki#Revoke my brain but y’all need it for the chaotic ideas I make on the spot
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A lil bonus infor about the comic: the semi-transparent text in the second row (which is partially obscured by other panels) has a bit of Wednesday's internal monologue/response to thinking Bird is planning a murder. I can't remember exactly (i.e. word for word) what I wrote and it'd take, like, three minutes to check, but it's roughly as follows:
"She's going to get her fingerprints all over the crime scene. Does she even have the anger to take a life? I can't believe she didn't consult me first. And she's openly plotting out on the quad?" babygirl can't believe how many murder mistakes her gf is making lmao
It's hard to tell how many layers I actually used, considering each reference and section had their own layer, each of the crows has its own layer (even if it's just two drawings manipulated in different ways), and some panels were colored separately, but my program tagged the final layer as 70. I'd estimate there being maybe 25 active layers? If I merged them together in groups (all the panel lines in one layer, all the dialogue on another, etc) there would probably only be, like, 7.
I genuinely have no idea how long I actually spent on the comic, considering there was some multitasking, as well as a lot of it being done while I was Not Aware of the Passage of Time. I'd guess at least six hours of Working? but, like, mainly because this is not my usual format and I had to figure out how to do what I had in mind
PS I'm gonna be grinning like an idiot for a week, I am Loving this serotonin :D glad you like it!!! ❤️❤️❤️
-signed, your friendly neighborhood crow
Poor Wednesday, she's like "god she's so stupid, what an amateur, can't even plan a murder properly"
Bestie that is INSANE, you put so much hard work into it! God, that's absolutely amazing, you did so good! I still can't believe it, I've been looking at it all evening, you should be so proud! AND it's not your usual format? Stunning, beautiful, amazing, jaw droppingly gorgeous
Here, as a thank you, I drew a picture for you too. It's us holding hands inside a heart because I appreciate you and all the hard work you put into that lil comic :)
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hiii! firstly, i just wanna say i live for your work and think that you are a reincarnation of a ancient greek poet(think like sappho of lesbos)! i am a new user to tumblr, but ive always been an avid writer and was wondering how you got your start on regularly writing and posting on tumblr without getting embarrassed or discouraged. i will be waiting on the edge of my seat for a response.
(ps- thank you for being you🩵)
😳
Okay, i am ACCEPTING that very big and beautiful compliment of you, likening me, to some greek poet who may or may not have existed at some point in time. I'm definitely no sappho or lesbos! But in the slightest chance that I was at least once, some greek poet, then that's a win baby!!! Thank you 💌!
I got my start on writing in school, because I was on the Humanities and Social Sciences track ~ and I had 2.5 hours of creative writing classes every other day plus a very invested professor who wanted us to love writing (and whom I wanted to impress).
On regularly writing... OOF. I... Don't :( You found me on a writing high, but before March this year, this account was left to marinate for 6-7 months (maybe more), with the occasional reblog. This account was dead silent before then. I write when I can and I write when I want to, badly enough.
What helps me write as regularly as I can manage is finding inspiration from quotes, short reels, other people's writing, and... 💃 SPITE 💃. Oohhhhhh. Yeah, I'm a spiteful writer. I have something to say that's usually in response to what I see within the fandom (which is why this blog tends to get whiny). I say find one emotion you can really milk. Draw on that and let a few ideas come to you.
On getting discouraged, I... Hehe. A good part of the discouragement is dealt with by spite 🥹 (I'M SORRY). This blog was made out of frustration and I think it shows 😭😭😭. I write to deal with my frustration and I write so I don't end up fighting with people on the internet, like a random dude who gets into fights at rundown parking lots at 3am. While I do, also, want to bond with people over writing and my love for Regulus, I didn't come here wanting people to like what I write or expect people to admire my writing. I WAS ANGRY 😭😭😭😭. I wanted to litter the Regulus Black tags and the Black Brothers tag with as many "contrary" pieces and meta because I was so tired of the shit I was seeing!
I still am 😠. My attitude towards writing is that if I have to see other people's bs then they're dealing with my shit too ❣️. People directly hating on Regulus? Deliberately misunderstanding his character? HAHA, well it's time to get typing 💅. People wanting to shit on Sirius and Reg's brotherhood? Well, here's twenty different ways, they will literally die for each other ✨ xoxo 💋
I guess sometimes the numbers do sway me, and on the occasion that it does happen, I'm grateful that I don't write things I don't genuinely like. I mean yeah, it's kinda sad (like how little love my Black Sisters piece got when I know for sure, that if it had been between Sirius and Reg it would've gotten the usual number of notes similar pieces tend to get) but if you loved what you've written before you hit the post button, rereading the pieces that don't do well will always hit you with that warm feeling, of being proud of what you've made :)
(it also helps that I'm such a small account)
Also FIND FRIENDS TO BRAINROT WITH.
The common people might not enjoy such cultured writing but folks with similar disease, will. And you'll find, that most of the time, that's all you need. (Source: ME, BITCH.)
On embarrassment, well, you gotta own your platform. This is YOUR HOUSE. Would you get embarrassed walking naked in your own home? No 💖. There will always be people as messed up as you are or WORSE. So be the freaky freak that you are. Take no shit. It's your blog!!!! No matter how many people follow you, it's still!!! Your blog!!!
Just be reasonable about the tags you use. Don't put hate on character tags, use #anti [character name] instead. Don't cross tag!
Find something (an emotion, a really good idea you want to bring to life, friends you want to write for) that can eclipse your need to hold back. Most people won't care :)
I hope you find what makes your writer brain do the happy dance :)
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Raising of Lazarus
Scriptures: Ezekiel 37:1-14; Ps. 130; Rm 8:6-11; Jn 11:1-45
We are drawing near the climax of the Lenten season, and the gospels get longer and more intense as we prepare for the last week of Jesus' journey to the cross. The scriptures raise many great questions that continue to reveal God's awesomeness.
Ezekiel's vision of the Valley of Dry Bones is inconceivable. Ezekiel lived in exile in Babylon in 597-587 B.C. The Babylonian army had captured Israel (2 Kings 24:10-16), and for several years, Israel was "dead" as a nation, deprived of her land, her king, and her temple. She had been divided and dispersed for so long that unification and restoration seemed impossible. The people were living dead, pining away with no end to their judgment in sight. They wondered if God could hear their prayers so far away from home. In Chapter 36, Ezekiel prophesied to them to assure them - that God has not abandoned them. In Chapter 37, we hear how God transported Ezekiel in a vision to a valley full of dry bones. This vision symbolizes the whole house of Israel in captivity. The idea is to show Ezekiel that God is present– and will bring them home!
It would help to have a vibrant imagination to catch Ezekiel's vision story. So, imagine a long stretch of an arid valley – all you see is a multitude of human bones – dry bones. Then the question to you is – "Mortal, can these bones live?" How would you answer? Be careful because your answer may affirm or betray your faith. To say yes means you trust and believe that God can resurrect the dead; He will put his Spirit within dead and dry bones, and they shall live again.
And, if God has the power to bring a "multitude of dry bones" to life, it's no surprise that the Son likewise can. Lazarus had been dead for four days when Jesus arrived in Jerusalem. For his disciples and friends, time was of the essence. But Jesus was not working in man's time, and we don't understand his worldview. However, his perspective enabled him to tell the disciples, "Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I am going there to awaken him."
Awaken him up? An outsider hearing Jesus' remark might even have said the first-century equivalent of "What planet is he from?" Jesus' behavior in delaying seems heartless (in our eyes), given that Lazarus was his friend. And when he arrives in Bethany, Lazarus has been dead and buried for four days. He joins Mary and Martha and 'the Jews' in their grief, even to the point of weeping. But then, he goes to the grave site and calls Lazarus from the grave; the man emerges, fully resurrected.
Questions - Did Jesus know that he would raise Lazarus? If so, why did he weep? The questions are many, but since WE know how things ended, we can say, 'but of course, he knew,' and he wept because the Son of Man is full of compassion, so he cried alongside the mourners – showing his human side.
At the question of why he was four days late? His answer was, "… it's for the glory of God so that God's Son can be glorified through it." Sounds familiar? Jesus gave the same answer to the disciples before he gave new eyes to the man born blind - to explain that God is present even in our tragedy – even when we feel our bones are dry – meaning when we think we have reached the end of the rope and there's nothing left. Let's bring this home:
A Norwegian fisherman and his two sons set out for a day of fishing as they had done hundreds of times. This was before modern navigation instruments, and a heavy fog rolled in on this day, obscuring the coastline. And then darkness fell, and a fierce storm threatened.
Meanwhile, back home, the fisherman's wife faced a trouble of her own. A fire ignited in her kitchen, and before help could arrive, the home was engulfed in flames. As the wife sobbed outside the smoldering ruins of her home, her husband and sons came. She turned to her husband and said, "Everything is lost!"
"Not everything," he replied. "An hour ago, our sons and I were lost at sea. Then we saw a small light through the fog and headed for it. The light grew brighter and guided us home. It was our house aflame. You see - The same fire that destroyed our home also saved our lives."
From the fisherman's perspective, the house fire had a different meaning. It left them with some problems, but because of it, the things that mattered were okay.
There are a lot of remarkable stories like this – personal or otherwise – that reveal God's constant presence and sovereignty. But there are also many questions we cannot answer or may never understand. However, in trust, we can set our minds on the Spirit and be content knowing that whatever the outcome, God's Spirit is at work to make things right and satisfying on our behalf.
You see - the absolute marvel of the Valley of the Dry Bones and Lazarus' story is not only the mystery that God and Jesus can restore the dead to life, but it gives a sign that God can provide a life impervious to death. Both scriptures are theological symbolism; they show us the depth of God's might; they confirm that God can change things around by his might. And when it comes to His love, there's no doubt; he offered His Son on our behalf so that we might live. And even now, Jesus pleads for us at his Father's right hand. Amen!
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Job list:
- Adding an end shot in animatic
- Animation creation
- Animation modification
In this week's work, an end section was added to animatic, mainly based on the changes made last term. As well as making changes to the animatic test section.
I have been thinking about how I could show that the family is still happy after the parents' divorce, and ideally also show the family members living happily ever after at the end. In the end, I decided to use a family photo as the end of the animation. In this shot, the main inspiration was the process of taking pictures with the camera. The process of taking a family photo is done by bokeh and focus. After the group photo was taken, the two sets of photos (of Kathy and her parents) were placed together.
In the closing shot, the painting is done mainly through procreate. I drew each keyframe in procreate and used the animation assist function in procreate to complete the shot.
Afterwards, I revised the animation test that I produced last term. The main problem with this shot was that the character's movements and expressions did not make sense. In this shot I needed to convey the father's impatience and helplessness towards the mother. So, my idea was to add a motion to put the phone down and to change the father's expression.
The animation of this shot required some attention to the transformation of the arm layers and whether the movement would cause the shot to be overdone. As you can see from the image, the right arm is playing with the phone with the layer on top of the body. But after putting it down a new layer needs to be created to put the arm on a layer below the body. A blank keyframe needs to be used here.
Next, I started to create shots of my mother decorating the Christmas tree. Firstly, I drew the environment file in procreate. It is important to note that different parts of the painting are drawn using different layers, this has the advantage of making it easier to adjust and animate the image later on. Next, I will choose to save the original file on the ipad, with the expectation that the finished file will be imported into Photoshop for layer merging. This will also reduce the file size and allow adobe animate to run more smoothly. I will then import the collated PS files into AI for conversion and then into Adobe animate. I am used to resizing scenes in Adobe animate, which also saves more time. But the issue that needs to be taken care of is to make sure that the image is sharp.
After the preparation was complete, I started to put the figure into the frame. In this shot the figure is changed mainly by the side view of the figure. In this shot there is also the box that decorates the Christmas tree with the ball, and the shot of the ball. So I used Adobe animate to draw the box and the ball. This makes it easier to animate. One thing to note in this shot is that I needed to be clear about the position and colour of the balls, as the Christmas tree is shown in many of the later shots, so I couldn't have a cut through. The animation part of this shot focuses on creating a process of holding and releasing the ball. The main focus is on the movement of the character's arm and the movement of the ball following the hand.
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I just saw a drawing Eddie with a tongue piercing and I have so many thoughts and none of them are holy
Link to the drawing
Summary: Eddie gets bored one night and decides to make himself more metal by sticking metal in his face. And, honestly, he has no idea how his girlfriend will react.
Ps. Please don't do this!! Get piercings done professionally.
Tags: lip piercing, Smut, Established Relationship, Gags, Handcuffs, Shameless Smut
Song Recommendation: Hurts So Good by John Mellencamp
Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here
Piercings are fucking rad. Everyone knows that. Admittedly, it is best if they're done by professionals in proper, sanitary conditions and not a grimy trailer at 2 am.
Eddie was bored. Bored out of his mind. Y/N was at her own house. Uncle Wayne was at work. All of the other Hellfire members would surely be asleep by now. So, Eddie was alone. And that's never a good thing.
Arriving at his house at around 10 on a lovely Saturday morning, Y/N let herself in as she often did and immediately saw a small, very drippy trail of blood leading to the bathroom. Oh no, what dumb shit has her boyfriend done now?
For the most part, the bathroom was clean. He'd managed to clear that bit up without much trouble. Originally, he'd intended to get rid of the trail but he felt lightheaded and needed to lie down before he had the chance to.
Moving into his room, Y/N gave his sleeping form an ocular pat down, a surveillance of sorts, just checking for where the injury was. She couldn't find it. Not for the life of her. Maybe it was because he was lying on his stomach. The wound could be hidden at this moment.
Waking him up by straddling his butt, she placed her hands on his shoulders, lightly rubbing and giving him a massage. He let out a low groan, slowly coming back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes and looked back, he found Y/N looking down at him.
"What the fuck did you do to yourself?" she asked.
Muttering into the pillow, he groggily replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Lie. Big fat lie.
"Show me your mouth."
"No."
"How have you gained a lisp overnight?"
Busted. He was absolutely busted. She lifted herself up a little so he could flip around to face her, grunting as he did so. He was still tired and sore. Why couldn't she have come later when he was up and ready? Not that he didn't want to see her. Of course he did. He just needed to come up with a good explanation for his actions, which he didn't have.
"Let me see."
"Nothing wrong with me."
"Let me see your mouth, Edward." She put a hand under his chin and used her thumb to carefully pull his bottom lip down, causing him to drop his jaw so she could see.
Swelled and still bright red, his tongue had a steel barbell stuck through it. Honestly, he hadn't done that bad of a job. Getting it professionally done would've been monumentally better though. How he got blood everywhere, she had no idea?
"You pierced your tongue," she stated, tilting his head from side to side, trying to look at it from every angle.
Desperately, he was trying to gauge her reaction. Did she like it? Would she hate it with a burning passion and decide to break up with him for it? That would suck. He didn't want that.
"I wanted a piercing," he declared sheepishly, shrugging dramatically.
"It looks painful."
"Yeah, it hurt like a bitch," he replied, rubbing his tongue against his teeth, still not accustomed to the feeling. "On my first go, I stopped half way."
He said it as if it were nothing. As if he couldn't have potentially fucked up so hard and lost all feeling in his tongue. Still, he could get an infection and that's not happening on her watch.
"Well, that explains the blood," she pointed out, relieved that it wasn't anything serious. "I'm glad that-"
"You should get one too," he blurted out, making her jump a little. "I think you would look cute with one."
Tentatively patting his cheek, she got up and went to the kitchen area. They had to have painkillers somewhere. She made sure to keep the rummaging noises to a minimum as Wayne was in bed after his night shift and she didn't want to wake him.
When she finally did find the painkillers in the back of the cabinet, she came back to the room with a cool glass of water and held it out Eddie, who gratefully accepted it as he sat up. "Thanks, babe."
"You do know that you're not supposed to smoke or drink for the next two weeks now."
"What!? Since when?" Truthfully, he knew absolutely nothing about piercing maintenance and just did it on a whim. It was like all those times he'd given himself tattoos. He never planned it. It was an impulse feeling.
"Fiona. You know Fiona, right?" He nodded. She was one of Y/N's friends that he met maybe twice. "She got hers done last month so that's the only thing we've heard about since then."
Still, that didn't answer his query. "What's that got to do with booze?"
"It irritates. Bad for the healing process."
Running his hands up her waist, he joked, "I can deal with irritation. I deal with you on a daily basis."
Placing a hand on top of chest, she playfully pushed him backwards onto the bed and leant down, brushing the tips of their noses together before coquetting, "But you love it when I irritate you."
True. It was what kept his constant state of arousal at a manageable level. He had to constantly be stimulated, otherwise he'd go mad.
Staring into her eyes, he said, "You're lucky I love you."
"I love you too, handsome."
As she straddled his lap, she lazily started placing sloppy kisses down his neck. It was a gesture of endearment more than anything, but it turned him on nonetheless. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as she began to softly nibble and lick his skin, causing his dick to get harder. God, he loved her.
When she finally stopped, he opened his eyes and looked into her face. She smiled, finally giving him a kiss on the lips that he returned wholeheartedly. He intertwined his fingers into her hair and tried to deepen it, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
"Ow!" He whined, rearing back quickly. Guess he couldn't deal with the irritation. "That hurts."
After quickly surveying if he'd actually done any damage, she let out a laugh and extra gently kissed his cheek.
"Don't laugh at me."
"Don't do idiotic things then." He grinned, loving the way she had made him feel. No matter how much he messed up, she still loved him. It was unconditional and he appreciated it more than he could ever tell her.
She rolled off his lap and stood up, leaving him a little disappointed as he watched her hips swaying seductively in front of him. "Where are you going?"
"Someone has to clear up all that blood."
"All that blood? It wasn't that much. You're over-exaggerating," he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt off before following her into the kitchen. She smugly grinned as she looked at him over her shoulder and gestured to the trail. "Okay, so it's a little more than I thought."
"You, think? That's the first I've heard of that," she teased before collecting any cleaning equipment that he owned (which wasn't a lot). "Now help me clean up, you big baby."
With both of them working, it was gone in no time. Eddie couldn't help but look at her ass as she worked on her knees. The boner he was sporting before had gone down, but watching her had it threatening to pop back up at any second.
"Stop wiggling your ass so much," he groaned, earning a smirk from her as she glanced over her shoulder and winked. She had no idea that she'd been doing that, but she could use it. Use it to further annoy him.
Reaching back and slapping her own ass with her non-dominant hand, she listened as he let out a frustrated sigh. As her hand moved away, she flipped him off playfully. "You are having too much fun watching, so why would I stop?"
"Because I don't want to have to take responsibility if my uncle catches me fucking you on the kitchen floor."
"I'd love to see you try."
He had to turn his head and groan out loud. "You're determined to drive me insane aren't you?"
"It's my job." She continued her work, not looking at him as he stared daggers into her ass.
The minute, no, the second all traces of his botched attempt was clear, Eddie slung Y/N over his shoulder and made his way to his bedroom, putting a hand over her mouth to quiet the giggles that were bound to fall from her mouth. He flopped her onto the bed and hovered over her, waiting for her to calm down before he started to passionately kiss her, completely ignoring the pain in his tongue as he did so.
Slipping his hand up her shirt, he let his fingers brush over her bra, before he moved it out of the way and started to gently pinch her hardened nipple. She couldn't help but squirm under his touch, loving how his smile seemed to get the better of him every time she let out a quiet noise of pleasure from him.
Sliding his underwear off, he moved to lie beside her and groaned, "God, you're a brat, you know that?"
Another giggle escaped her as she crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs, her nails dancing down his chest as the other found its way to his cock. "I prefer the term 'sexy minx' myself."
"This is true," he agreed, playing with her hair as he tried unsuccessfully to ignore the pleasure she was giving him. His nonchalant manner faded quickly since she unhurriedly let her fingertip trace the entirety of his shaft, from his balls to his tip. He groaned, letting his head fall back as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft.
"You like that?" she whispered.
"Makes me crazy," he grumbled. She smiled mischievously before leaning down and giving him a light peck on the tip. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but she just laughed before taking him into her mouth. She took him in slowly, her eyes focusing on his as she gave him a look that screamed 'take me all you want'.
His hands found their way into her hair as he directed her movements on his cock. It wasn't long before he was begging her to take his arousal all the way down her throat. His hips moved restlessly, desperate for her mouth.
"Shh... we don't want to wake your uncle up, Eds," she reminded him, replacing her mouth with her hand as she spoke. The feeling of her fingertips moving up and down his length was driving him out of his mind.
"We're swapping. I'm about to cum all over your face," he informed her, halting her hand so they could switch places.
"You are not going down on me."
"Why?"
"Want to run the risk of an infection, you dumbass?" He really hadn't thought his piercing through. Still, it looked fucking sick. It would be fine. Surely it would be fine.
Yet, he pretended. "No, you're right. Yeah, that would be stupid," he said, giving her a smile that should've given away that he was planning on disobeying her.
"Good." Moving up, she let him flip them over and begin undressing her. Eddie didn't waste a second. He slid his fingers into her, delving into her wet core, finding her already damp and ready for him. He wasted no time in plunging in. His hand found her G-spot almost immediately. He pushed a few times and was rewarded with a quiet lustful moan.
"Fuck, so wet, princess," he whispered as her lips found their way to his neck, moaning into his skin as a way to muffle the sounds she was making. He began to speed up, keeping his movements steady and sure, focusing only on pleasing her. She was the only thing on his mind.
So, when she prepped, he retrieved the cuffs from his wall and slapped them around her wrists, restraining them above her head to his bed frame, leaving her unable to move.
"Beautiful," he complimented as his head moved down, pressing kisses to her bare body, going lower and lower until his nose rested on her arousal.
Before he could even think about starting to eat her out, she wiggled her leg up and gently pushed him in the forehead with the heel of her foot, chastising, "Stop being pussy mad and think for once."
"Pussy mad? You're saying I'm pussy mad?"
"Yeah."
Removing her foot from his head, he childishly retorted, "Fuck you, you're pussy mad."
Well, "I have a pussy and I'm getting mad, so yeah, guess I am."
Shit. Shit. He'd made her angry. That was not what he wanted to do. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Y/N angry was not a thing he liked seeing. He'd not seen it very often. Stopping his attempt, he panicked and asked, "Wha- why are you mad?"
Men. Men are idiots.
"Because my boyfriend isn't listening to me." She let out an exasperated sigh and gave her best puppy eyes as she explained, "Just hold off for 2 weeks, and after that? You can eat me out all you want."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart, hope to die," she swore and totally would've done the action if she had free use of her hands. But the good news was that he gave in. He'd promised to wait for a few weeks.
And wait he did. That didn't mean he wasn't impatient. Every moment they were alone, he was either whining about his new life as a pierced man or whining that she wouldn't let him go down on her. He couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the two weeks were up, exactly at 12 am, Eddie arrived at her house. She'd been awake and heard the familiar rumbling of his van.
Letting him quietly through the backdoor to not wake her parents up, they crept up to her room and as soon as her door closed, he practically pounced on her, kissing her deeply. "Two weeks are up, sweet cheeks."
Seconds before she could reply, he went back in for a passionate kiss, backing her up towards her bed and pushing her down against the mattress.
"Take off my clothes," she told him, a grin on her face. So he did just that, slowly undressing her before taking off his own clothes and joining her on the bed. With one final kiss on the lips, he trailed his hands up her legs, finding her sensitive clit with his mouth and giving an affectionate lick. She let out a small squeal, her head falling back as her back arched.
The addition of the cool metal bar in his mouth was different. A good different, but still a strange difference. It made his movements more forceful and the coldness of it made her shiver. He kept his movements slow, soothing and gentle, moving his mouth over her clit so she could feel every part of his tongue, both hands clamping down on her waist, his thumbs caressing her skin as she rode his face.
And, she was getting louder and louder.
Usually, he was the one with the noise issue. But today? Whatever he was doing, whatever was new, she seemed to really like. Maybe she was too loud? He could rectify that. Quickly grabbing her panties that were still around her ankle, he ordered, "Open your mouth," and stuffed them between her lips when she did as he said.
It must've been a record. A record of how fast he made her unravel on his tongue. The friction and the taste of her arousal made his dick throb with excitement. He continued to focus on her pleasure until she begged him to stop, which was clear by the way she whined into the gag.
Pulling the underwear out of her mouth, she looked at him with adoration and panted, "Holy fuck, that was… wow."
"I take it you like that, huh?" he asked, basking in her approval.
"Oh, you have no idea." She awkwardly moved her tongue around in her mouth, the fabric of her underwear having depleted all of the moisture from it. "Not going to lie, my mouth feels like the fucking Sahara though."
"Want me to spit in it?" He joked, fully thinking she'd understand that he was just messing about. So, when she opened her mouth once more and stuck her tongue out, he couldn't believe his luck. He leaned in and spat in her mouth before bringing her into another kiss.
"You know the drill," she commented, getting out from under him and moving to the rug she had by her bed. Her bed was way too creaky. Without waiting for him because she knew he'd follow, she lay down on the comfy fabric and watched as he removed his underwear, complimenting, "Nice ass."
"You say that every time." He got to his knees and loomed over her, staring down at her naked body and taking in her perfect features.
"It must be true then." She pulled neck down to kiss her way from his jaw, his ear, up to his cheek before running her hands along his collar bone. When she got to his lips, her fingertips lightly stroking his bottom lip, she said, "Come on, we don't have all night."
"So impatient, baby." He lifted her hips and with one long stroke, he pushed into her needy body, entering her in one smooth motion. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of him so deep inside of her, the hard length of him rubbing against her most sensitive spot.
He set a steady, slow tempo, never rushing, always being deliberate. He let her get as comfortable as she needed, letting her legs come up around his waist and his hands moved to hers, pushing them into the rug beneath them as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
Putting her hand over his mouth before a moan could escape his lips, she warned, "Do I need to get the underwear?"
"No," he groaned in reply, his voice muffled by her fingers. He gave a few more long, deep strokes and soon, he was pounding into her, his movements growing faster and faster. She pulled his hair, digging her nails into his scalp as she took his cock, taking him deeper and deeper inside of herself.
Not breaking the rhythm, he reached down and grabbed her ass with both of his hands, moving her up and down on his erection in perfect unison, until she breathlessly whispered, "Gonna come, Eds."
Just before she came, he squeezed her ass cheek, holding her in place as he fucked her with hard, fast strokes. She came for him, her body tensing in orgasm, her inner muscles squeezing tightly around his cock. With his heart thundering in his chest, and sweat dripping down his body, he came seconds later.
They stayed that way, entwined, for several minutes. She was still catching her breath when he asked, "So, the piercing? You like it?"
"Mmm… I do." She smiled and snuggled closer to him, their naked bodies pressed together, her leg thrown over his thigh, her hand resting on his chest. "I really like it. A lot."
"Good," he said with a grin. "I really like you liking it."
The pair got redressed and climbed into bed just in case they fell asleep and her parents walked in. They'd be able to deny that they did anything if they were clothed. Or at least they'd have a chance to lie.
Resting her forehead on his chest, Y/N listened to Eddie's heart beating and his deep breaths. He'd already fallen asleep, but she was still awake, content in his arms. She smiled and closed her eyes, and soon, she too was fast asleep.
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1. breeding kink (with the yautja never having had a child before but always having wanted it pls)
Human with a Yautja mate that has a breeding kink
Warnings: cussing, mentions of impregnation, overall sexual themes
Pairing: fem! reader x male-bodied yautja
Thanks for the request @dawnlightsilhouette , I really loved this idea and I tried my best, I hope it met your expectations! 💖
((ps: I made them (the yautja) a virgin because I just thought it'd be a nice add))
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Ever since you and your mate became a couple, they'd always sort of shied away from physical contact. Don't get me wrong, they'd give you headpats and stroke your arms gently when you were stressed- they even sat you in their lap sometimes and wrapped their arms around you, their purring almost instantly causing you to fall asleep.
But when it came to more than that, like big hands barely grazing your hips, only to quickly snap away from them, eyes lingering on your body just a little too long for you to not notice, or the heavy breathing whenever you shifted a little too much on their lap. They always seemed to be wanting something from you, but were too afraid to admit it.
Perhaps they were afraid of hurting you, perhaps they didn't know how to put their intentions into words, perhaps they didn't even want you to notice. But you did. And it was getting to you.
So now and then you started returning their gestures- laying a hand on their thigh, hugging them a little too tight, insisting their lap were the most comfortable spot to sit in. They were getting to you, and surely enough, you were getting to them, too.
And soon, everyday you tried doing just a little bit more, drawing them a little bit closer to their breaking point. Until... They snapped.
They were sitting on their bed with you in their lap, watching something on a projector you'd requested. And as usual, for some reason you just couldn't sit still that day. What was not usual though, was that when you went to go get some snacks, your mate's hand stayed wrapped around your waist.
"it's alright, I'll be right back" you smiled, once again attempting to leave their lap. But their iron grip, gentle as it may be, kept you in place. "What is it?" You furrowed your brows, looking back at them, until you saw the fire in their eyes. It was as if they weren't looking at their mate anymore, it was as if they were looking at prey. As if they wanted to devour you whole.
It was intimidating, knowing this creature, your mate, could kill you within a matter of seconds. But knowing it was your love in front of you, and also seeing the adoration in their eyes, even when it was clouded by this raging lust and possible rage, it was more arousing than anything else.
"what's the matter?" you asked again, causing them to loosen their grip on you. Yet hearing that small sigh from your big alien mate, couldn't help but earn a chuckle out of you. Waiting for your answer, you turned around in their lap, impatiently looking into your mate's eyes.
"You..." they began, stopping midway as in thinking of what to say "I'm not sure you know what you do to my body..."
Grinning that your teasing had worked, you decided to edge them on by playing stupid. "I'm not sure I know what you mean. Are you not feeling well?" And you swore you could see the flusterdness and irritation in their eyes, as they kept looking anywhere but your face.
"I am a proud warrior, I have fought many battles and earned a title of respect and honor," they took a deep breath, straightening their back and looking down into your eyes as if to add to their words "yet I... Had not met a suitable mate before I met you. I have not sired any younglings-- but I always wanted to. So now that your right here I just can't stop thinking about it-"
Their breath was shaky, their hands gently caressing your thighs, as if at any moment they were to break them. "And now I fear I desire more- I desire to be with you, to touch you, to feel you- I desire to truly make you my mate and sire many younglings with you"
Flustered, you shifted impatiently in their lap. If it were up to you, your clothes would already be forgotten on the floor along with your mates', but you wanted to let them finish explaining first.
"Then why didn't you ask sooner? I think I have given you enough to show that I want the same" you stretched your back, laying your arms around their neck and kissing one of their mandibles.
"I want to, but you're a human, you're so small and our mating is very rough so I'm afraid I'll hurt you" you chuckled at that, "I wouldn't mind that."
They looked at you with worry and confusion in their eyes. "You are aware I am much stronger and bigger than males on your home planet, and I am proposing to mate with you-"
Impatient, you cut them off by pressing your body against theirs and pushing them onto the bed. Straddling their hips, you smiled down at them as if to say you'll be alright. Your mate looked up to you, their breath heavy as they put their big hands on the small of your back.
"You want this too, right? You're not doing this just to please me?" they asked, already purring from the amount of physical contact. You chuckled, leaning down and kissing their neck, causing them to purr even louder. "Of course I want this. I've wanted this since we met."
Their mandibles clicking with satisfaction, they sat up with you still in their lap, eyes moving up and down your body. They held that same look as before. And once again, it didn't fail to make a shiver run up your spine.
Slowly, one of their claws went to grasp at your shirt, tearing it apart like it was nothing, and throwing it mindlessly to the side. Your skin meeting with the cold air, goosebumps overcame your body. Your mate seemed to like what they saw, as they gently ran their sharp claws over every inch of your exposed chest.
Their fingers started playing with your now sensitive nipples as their free hand went to take off the bottom part of what you were wearing. They undressed you until only your panties were left, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable to them.
Soon, their big hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing you through the fabric of your panties. Their yellow orbs still watching every move you make, studying the way your breath quickens everytime they graze against that specific spot. It's not like they didn't know what they were doing, they'd studied human anatomy way back when they first fell in love with you.
The thing is, they knew exactly what they were doing. And they were enjoying every second your hips desperately grinded against their fingers, just to get that little bit of extra friction. There was just something about seeing you this willing, this at their mercy, that made them want to ravish you ever so slowly.
Leaning down to the crook of your neck, they took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of your sweat and arousal, before they used their long slithery tounge to taste it. Once they heard a tiny moan escape you, they took their fingers away entirely, leaning back to look at your worked up form.
"enjoying yourself?" They growled, a look of satisfaction on their face as you whined in frustration.
"Come on, keep going. Don't make me wait anymore. You were the one that started it!" Startling you, they almost immediately started to undo their lower body armor, roughly tugging at the fabric. "Very well..."
Once their armor was cast aside and you both sat there in your bare nude, your panties now pushed down to lay lazily at your ankles, you finally got to see what they'd been keeping you from. Though what you did see, confused you a bit.
Instead of what you assumed was gonna be their erection, you were met with a button. Sort of like what you'd see if you pulled down the pants of a male mannequin. Amused by your confused stare, your mate cupped the place between their legs, making their cock spring out at you, pulsating and leaking with pre.
Gulping slightly at the size, you looked up at them. You being visibly nervous, they layed you on your back, towering over you. "Afraid?" They simply asked.
Flustered you shook your head, looking to the side. "nh-nh"
Leaning down beside your ear, they chuckled deeply "you should be." Soon, their hand found it's way between your thighs again, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Their other hand found it's way into your soaking cunt, thick fingers stretching you out and preparing you for what's about to come.
When they got a few moans out of you and decided you were wet enough for them, they sat you on their lap once again. Your legs barely being able to fit around their waist they held you up just above their throbbing cock, nails digging into your soft skin.
Words didn't need to be spoken as they lowered you down, as your expression could already tell how much you wanted this. Your mate didn't even fill you up halfway when they started groaning quietly. "so...tight..." they breathed out.
They went quicker as the inches went on, until finally you were completely filled with their shaft. You both being a panting mess at this point, your mate grabbed your hips and slowly starting thrusting into you, their cock reaching something inside of you you were never able to before. It made you quiver and moan at just the slightest touch.
"fuck... I needed this-" your mate groaned out, trying hard to go slow, but you could see how badly they wanted to be rough with you. "Good little mate, you're so good for me"
Their thrusting became faster the louder your moans became, yet they still tried to hold back. At least until you ran your fingers through their locks and assured them they don't have to hold back
"Don't-- don't wanna hurt you" they sighed, slowing down a bit to look at you. "Please, I want it, I've waited for this for a long time" you pleaded, roughly rocking your hips against theirs, causing them to release a loud throaty moan
Finally, they stopped holding themselves back, and started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, bouncing you up and down on their leg until the slapping of skin was all one could hear in the room aside from all the moaning. "You wanted it this way, so don't complain-- gonna fill you up with all my seed. Gonna sire all my younglins-"
A moaning mess, you held onto their shoulders for support as you'd long given up thrusting your hips to meet theirs. They kept telling you things but you didn't answer, any words that left your mouth being slurred a breathy. Any coherent thoughts leaving your mind as you were being thrusted into oblivion.
"so tight and wet for me," your mate groaned as their thrusts became slower and harder. "I'm gonna fill up your pretty womb, gonna breed you and make you mine,"
Eventually they laid you back on your back in a mating press, their hand once again finding it's way to your clit as their thrusts became slower and slower until with a loud groan, they came to a complete halt.
Both of you cumming at the same time, their seed filled you up until a small bulge was visible on your stomach. Leaving their cock inside, they leaned down beside your spasming form and whispering praises into your ear.
"Such a good little mate, taking my cum so well-- gotta give you a reward later for being so good for me"
#this is really long mainly because I'm bad at smut and don't know how to get to the point^^;;#but I still hope you like it#💚fics💚#💚requests💚#(if anyone is good at smut plsss hmu and gimme some tips because I wanna get better ;; )#💚long post💚#💚nsfw💚
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I think we should start a protection squad (although they don’t need it because they can protect themselves) for Sun Wukong and Guanyin
“Begone monkie kid fandom trying to down grade these really interesting characters with interesting personality’s and backstory ( the both of them like seriously Guanyin backstory is so cool) to a villain wile trying to justify your angsty backstory (that are no where near as cool as monkey who fights gods and Person who has 1000 arms and heads to help people in need) for the actual villain”
So who wants to join
Me:*raises my hand*
Ps: sorry if I got Guanyin backstory wrong am not an expert on it.
Haha okay so some critiques on the jttw & associated media western fandom & fandom in general coming up, so please skip this upcoming text wall if you don't want to encounter my undoubtedly ~devastating~ words (i.e. don't like don't read as people love to say, & if I have to be inundated with images of my notp every time I go into the sun wukong tag then I imagine people can be chill with me expressing my opinions & giving people fair warning that I WILL be critiquing common fandom trends, but no need for you to see that if you don’t want to. Cool? Cool.)
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PFFFFFTTT oh man there are many times when I feel like signing up for such a protection squad...when it comes to the current western jttw & Sun Wukong fandom I do feel like I'm often swinging at a rapid pace between "well it's fandom & people are allowed to make the stories they want" & "I am once again begging my fellow monkie kid enthusiasts (& sometimes creators) to do more research into the og classic/show it more respect so you can avoid any potentially offensive/off-the-mark misunderstandings of the status & cultural context of the characters in their country of origin (I promise it's super interesting & I can provide you with links to free pdf copies of the entire Yu translation, i.e. the best one ever created, so feel free to ask!) & maybe also stop constantly stripping away all the nuance of Sun Wukong's character for the sake of either making him an entire asshole so your little meow meow can look completely innocent in comparison and/or making the monkey king's entire life & character revolve around said meow meow."
Like I get that fandom's supposed to be a kind of anything-goes environment, but one thing that honestly seems to be true of a lot of fandoms--and the western one for Sun Wukong & co. is certainly not immune from this--is that there often seems to be a kind of monoculturalization at work in what stories are created & what character interpretations are made popular. Across a multitude of fandoms, you frequently see basically nothing but the exact same tropes being made popular & even being insisted on for the canonical work (especially hasty redemption arcs & enemies to lovers these days), the exact same one-dimensional character types that characters from an original work keep getting shoved into, the exact same story beats, etc. And I get it to an extent, as fandom is generally a space where people just make art and fic for fun & without thinking too hard about it & without any pressure.
This seems to, however, often unfortunately lead to the mentality that it’s your god-given right to do literally whatever you want with literally any cultural figure without even the slightest bit of thought put into their cultural, historical, and even religious context, even (and sometimes especially) when it comes to figures that are really important in a culture outside your own. For such figures--even if you first encounter them in a children’s cartoon--you should be a little more careful with what you do with them than you would with your usual Saturday morning line-up. It of course has to be acknowledged that there exists a whole pile of absolutely ridiculous & cursed pieces of media that are based on Journey to the West & that were produced in mainland China, but for your own education if nothing else I consider it good practice for those of us (myself certainly included) who aren’t part of the culture that produced JTTW to put more thought into how we might want to portray these characters so that at the very least (to pull some things I’ve seen from the jttw western fandom) we’re not turning a goddess of mercy into an evil figure for the sake of Angst(TM), or relegating other important literary figures into the positions of offensive stereotypes, or making broad claims about the source text & original characterizations of various figures that are blatantly untrue, or mocking heavenly deities because of what’s actually your misunderstanding of how immortality works according to Daoist beliefs. Yet while a lot of this is often due to people not even trying to understand the context these figures are coming from, I do want to acknowledge that the journey (lol reference) to understand even a fraction of the original cultural context can be a daunting one, especially since, as I’ve mentioned before, it can be really hard & even next to impossible to find good, accessible, & legitimate explanations in English of how, for example, the relationship between Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque is commonly interpreted in China & according to the Buddhist beliefs that define the original work.
That is to say, I do think it’s an unfortunate, if unavoidable, part of any introduction of an original text into a culture foreign to its own for there to be sometimes a significant amount of misinterpretation, mistranslations, and false assumptions. There is, however, a big difference between learning from your honest mistakes, & doubling down on them while dismissing all criticism of your misinterpretation into that abstract category of “fandom drama.” The latter attitude is kind of shitty at best and horrifically entitled at worst.
Plus, as I’ve discovered, there is a great deal of interest and joy to be drawn from keeping yourself open to learning aspects of these texts & figures that you weren’t aware of! I can say from my own experience that I’ve always really enjoyed & appreciated it when individuals on this site who come from a Chinese background--and who know much more about the cultural context of JTTW than me--have taken the time to explain its various aspects. It often leaves me feeling like woooooaaaahhhhhHHH!!!! as to how amazingly full of nuanced meaning JTTW is like dang no wonder it’s one of China’s Four Great Classical Novels.
And I guess that right there is the heart of a lot of my own personal frustration and disappointment with the ways that fandoms often approach a literary work or other piece of media...like don’t get me wrong, a lot of the original works a fandom may grow around are just straight-up goofy & everyone’s aware of it & has fun with it, yet the trend of approaching what are often nuanced and multi-layered works in terms of how well they fit and/or can be shoved into pretty cliche ideas of Redemption Arc or Enemies to Lovers or Hero Actually Bad, Villain Actually Good etc...well, it just seems to cheapen and even erase even the possibility of understanding the wonderful complexity or even endearing simplicity that made these works so beloved in the first place. Again, I feel like I need to make it clear that I’m not saying fandom should be a space where people are constantly trying to one-up each other with their hot takes in literary analysis, but it would be nice and even beneficial to allow room for commentary that strives to approach these works in a multi-faceted way, analysis & interpretations that go against the popular fandom beliefs, & criticism of the work or even of fandom trends (yes it is in fact possible to legitimately love something but still be critical of its aspects) instead of immediately attacking people who try to engage in such as just being haters who don’t want anyone to have fun ever (X_X).
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Anyway, I know I didn’t cover even half of the stuff you brought up in the first place anon, but I don’t want any interested parties to this post to suffer too long through my text wall lol. I was asked to try my hand at illustrating Guanyin, but as with you I’m nowhere near as informed as I should be about her, so I want to do more research on her history and religious importance before I attempt a portrait. I’ll try my best, and do plan to pair that illustration with my own outsider’s attempt to summarize her character. From what little I do know I am in full agreement that her backstory is so incredibly amazing...just the fact that she literally eschewed the bliss of Nirvana to help all beings reach it, and even split herself into pieces in the attempt to do so (with Buddha granting her eleven heads and a thousand arms as a result)...man, I can see why she’s such a beloved & respected deity.
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As for what western fandom commonly does with everyone’s favorite god-fighting primate...I can talk about this at length if there’s interest, but for this post I’ll just say that I guess one lesson from all of this is that for all the centuries that have passed since Journey to the West was first completed, literally no one drawing inspiration from the original tale in the west (lol) has come even slightly close to being able to equal or even capture half the extent of the nuance, complexity, religious, historical, and cultural aspects, and humor that define Wu Cheng'en's story of an overpowered monkey who defied even Buddha.
So thank the heavens we'll always have the original.
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I'm. The new covers, op. The new covers. Gosh. Both of them hold so much symbolism. And technically they both are canon, they are both original ideas that could perfectly be valid. Horikoshi simply found something better. But anyways, I'm going to go ahead and ramble about it because Im- Op, prepare for a long ask! Hope you like it!
So!
On the one where Katsuki's the one in the picture, he's not on his knees like he is in the other two covers. Instead, he has his face down, body forward, one hand on one leg, the other one holding out for something...He's bowing. Bowing in Japanese culture is a pretty big deal. Hes not just tilting his head a bit, his head and body are on full on commitment.
Such a tilted bow means a LOT, specially from THIS guy, Mr dont let anyone walk in front of me. Even more when hes not just bowing, but accepting such an open display of given help, Mr shonen anime lone wolf. Accepting something he always has trouble admitting to. Accepting the past, accepting the wrongs. Accepting Izukus help means so much, and that's what these three covers have in common.
His hand is sctretching out. He's ready to say yes to that hand out in the air.
(Ps. I wonder if he's watching his own reflection on the water in this panel, as well?)
Hes in middle of the picture with those childhood friend at the back, which means audience. It means letting people see what hes done, what he's sorry for. He is being open and exposed and vulnerable. That's no fighting stance.
Remember guys, in case you haven't noticed before, Horikoshi puts lots of metaphorical value in his manga and on his covers. Sometimes you've got to dig in deep and think to get the bigger picture. And in this case, the bigger picture screams regret and wanting to make things right from the start.
This cover occurs in the past, at the moment where everything started, and Katsuki fully remembers this. Katwuki has thought of this, is thinking about this. He's had eye bags for gods sake, he's clearly troubled by all of what it means.
These three covers are the visual explanation of what's going on inside Katsuki's head, because this is clearly focused on him and his perspective.
(Ps. Rivers symbolise the massage of time. If that doesnt add to everything else, I dont know what to tell you.)
So! Next!
Wow, if this isnt one of my favourite things ever. Okay. Christ.
I have two options here. Scratch that, three options. Scream into the void, scream into this post, or actually make a good presentation of my inner turmoil. I'll have to go by the third option. (Haha. Just like horikoshi did. Dont # me, I'm funny in my head.)
This cover melted my insides, froze them all over, and hit me with them like a hammer.
I know they're kids, but let me get this straight-so kids seriously look at their friends with these looks in their eyes and think "ah, yes. This is my very good friend. This gentle smile and kind look I'm giving him as if he was my whole world? Well, hes just a very good friend."
I looked at my childhood crush this way, I dont know what to tell you.
Anyway, let's actually jump to the information at hand.
This panel seems like it's making a reference to what Katsuki wishes could have been. And if that's not absolutely soul-crushing...this cover is Katsuki's feelings, guys. These are probably his very thoughts. This scene has gone through Katsuki's head at some point.
We've got Izuku in his stuck up pose all over again, in just an awkward angle. It's like katsuki isnt looking AT this katsuki right now, but at the spot where the actual past Katsuki, at some point, was. As if this Isuku is frozen in time. Dont believe too much in this paragraph, I still have my doubts about that, but I feel it's a possibility. Izukus eyes seem to be focused on the water, while Katsuki is just the tiniest bit back, reaching for Izukus hand. And gosh.
I dont think I've ever seen older NOR child Katsuki have this look plasted into his face before. He's...sheepish. Kindly, awkwardly sheepish. No hate, no anger, no shame, no nothing. His face is clear and sweet and has this "Whoops. You got me. But thanks." kind of expression on.
The hand behind his head, just the tiniest but embarassed? That little smile? It's all so soft.
Rambling about softness though- I really liked the hand scene in this particular panel. If you close up your view, you realise that theres no effort to pull anyone out of nowhere. In this panel, they are simply holding hands in frozen time for no purpose at all.
Katsuki has his hand around Izuku...simply holding there.
Again, because the angle is awkward, it's kind of messy, but you get the point.
It's all simply beautiful. Horikoshi clean likes give me life.
And lastly. The actual cover.
I screeched so hard when I saw this. My first instinct when seeing this for the first time was to straight up go trigger happy fingers and write about it to my friends. Christ.
Everything is so...SOft. horikoshi made a good decision by mixing both previous drawings in one. We have parts of the two covers in one, which is amazing. In this one, Katsuki isnt alone, as Izuku's there too. But we dont have the audience either. Probably because the main focus on this panel is no one else except them two.
Again, Katsuki looks like he's bowing, but instead of looking all the way down, he's in the middle. Not looking at Izuku nor looking at the ground, like it shows in the previous covers. Instead, Horikoshi found a middle ground. He's looking at his hand. At the gesture.
Hes not holding hands quite yet, but his hand is there. At arms reach. Not close enough but there. Wanting.
Theres so much regret and again, softness.
Again, like you Op said a bit bad, the angle is off here. This is present Katsuki remembering his past. The angle is off because this Izuku isnt holding out for our Katsuki. This is a memory. A wish. Katsuki's wish.
(Ps. Izukus trousers drenched in the rivers water. This detail was so nice. It's a subtle action that describes Izukus characterization so much. Izuku went in the river with Katsuki in mind, not caring if he got his clothes soaked in the process too. For Izuku, only Katsuki was there. And for Katsuki, only Izuku is.
As a plus, I can't believe the cover of this is literally called Bakugou Katsuki rising. They named the entire thing after that one chapter. Actually, I very much, totally believe it. It's the moment so many people have been waiting for, after all. The moment so many scenes have been amounting for, little by little.
*dreamy sigh*
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little thing, I had to get it out of my system and dont want to bother my dear friends anymore than needed.
Have a good day, OP! I'll stay updated!
You kinda just...took my heart and curb stomped it, not gonna lie. Your observations are so beautiful and so accurate. The sketch with little Bakugou taking Izuku’s hand is so...raw, and yeah, that expression is definitely one of love. Those eyes, the way he is HOLDING Izuku’s hand, not TAKING it. He isn’t taking it to stand up, he is literally just...holding it.
That isn’t the way you take someone’s hand when you’re trying to pull yourself up. It’s an awkward angle and just...wouldn’t work right. No, he is literally just holding his hand, and that’s exactly what Bakugou wishes he did all that time ago. He wishes that he not only took Deku’s hand, but held onto it. Held it as if it were something precious, something to be cared for and protected.
These are Bakugou’s true feelings expressed in these drawings, and I think Horikoshi released them on purpose, to show us more of what he wanted Bakugou to be feelings through all of this. Since after all, we know that Bakugou expresses himself in action, not so much words. And because Horikoshi is an absolute genius, he thought to give us these other glimpses in how he feels through these actions.
And the other sketch with him bowing his body to Izuku, and the way the log looks like it’s on his back with his ‘friends’ on top of it.
The pressure of needing to be the coolest, the strongest, the best. Those kids put that kind of pressure on him, even if they never realized it. They encouraged his behavior and fed his ego, and it never allowed him to see how he was wrong. But now he is realizing it, and he is bowing himself in light of that acknowledgement. He is lowering his head and putting his pride away, so he can get back what he lost all those years ago; the opportunity to take Izuku’s hand.
To take the hand of the only one of those kids that ever loved him unconditionally. Who never pressured him or expected him to be invincible. Who saw all of his flaws and was completely prepared to support him despite all of it. The only one.
I’m just a mess over all of this, and I am so incredibly thankful to Horikoshi for creating this beautiful relationship. AND IN A SHOUNEN MANGA, NONETHELESS!!
Thank you friend, for your beautiful thoughts. I think they’re spot on, and I am so emotional all over again because of this.
#bnha spoilers#bnha#mha#bkbk#bakudeku#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#kacchan#deku#bnha meta#bnha analysis#blackiee-is-heree#asks#basketball idiot#basketball idiot replies
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Charlie's Helping Hand
A/N: For all who don't know @am-i-space and I are (healthily obsessed) with freckled gingers who steal your heart because they are adorable and pure! Two of those are the one and only Charlie Weasley and Commander Gren from The Dragon Prince.
We have made up quite a few stories about them (separate and together) and about a month ago we came up with Charlie being friends with Gren and Amaya. @am-i-space had the idea for a drawing of the 3 of them at once and without really knowing we were doing it, we started working together on this little project below my rambling!
After definitely not losing their mind about the eyes and Charlie's hair EVEN ONCE and me finally getting the inspiration for how to bring Charlie into a different universe, we are ready to post it!
As you might've figured by now the drawing below this author's note belongs to the beautiful, talented and amazing @am-i-space who pleasantly surprised me with every draft piece I received of this drawing and the story behind how this drawing "came to be" belongs to yours truly.
PS. Read to the end to find out how this beautiful piece of art came to existence in the story 💙🖤
“Charlie, you are going to love Katolis.” Gren grinned at his friend as they were walking up the path that will take them back to Gren's homeland.
“I love traveling so I think I will have no problem with it,” Charlie smiled back at him, “and besides you said that it's full of magic and dragons just roam free. It's like you are describing a dream.”
“It wasn't always like that. Dragons were feared and people and magic folk didn't know how to live together.” Gren sighed, remembering the days before their land became one.
“Right, king Ezran and his brother were running away from an elf assassin and they found an egg and joined forces to return it to its mother.” Charlie narrowed his eyes, trying to get the facts straight.
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It's been almost two years since the great battle at the Storm Spire. The dragon queen has awakened and Zym was finally reunited with his mother. She took care of him, taught him how to fly better – even though Ez did an incredible job already. She also showed her son how to roar and how to use his electric breath.
Xadia was one land again and it thrived like never before. The magic spread to the Five Kingdoms and the people and the magic folk could move freely without sneaking around and fear each other.
Everything was perfect until one day when the dragon prince went flying and got caught up in a giant storm. Because he was still struggling to control his wing movement – when the winds were strong – he got caught up in a whirl and got smashed into a mountain.
Azymondias was found by his mother after she went looking for him as he didn't return home. At first, he appeared to be fine but when the queen wanted to take him flying she noticed that one of his wings was damaged. She sought help from the king of Katolis and his friends.
King Ezran's heart was broken when he found out and gathered a party to visit Zym at once. He couldn't believe it was even worse than he imagined it would be – all of Zym's bones in his left wing were broken and no matter how many elves and how many mages they gathered, nothing could mend his wing.
It seemed that all was lost and that the dragon prince will never be able to fly until one night when Commander Gren was finally ready to talk about his experience of being locked up in the castle dungeon by lord Viren.
He told his best friend general Amaya about everything he heard and seen happening. With his help, they were able to find the coins in which Viren stored souls and with the help of a high mage from the kingdom of Duren their lives were restored and Runaan was safely returned to his husband Ethari and his adopted niece Rayla.
Because Gren found it hard to talk about the whole situation and would gladly completely forget about the horrid experience, he decided to visit Runaan at his home in Silvergrove.
Every time Gren woke up in the middle of the night, having a nightmare that he was back in that dungeon, he felt like he was missing something. He knew that Viren was going down there for a reason and not just to interrogate Runaan. The thoughts kept him awake and he tried his hardest to remember where he was going and if he heard any noises that would help him figure it out.
As Gren expected, Runaan wasn't keen on talking about his experience in the castle of Katolis either but when Gren explained his feelings and the need to talk about it and to help him find out what was happening while they were there, Runaan put his feelings aside and decided to share his part of the story.
When Runaan told Gren about the weird questions Viren was asking him about a mirror and what does it do and how important it had to be for the lord because he seemed very frustrated when he didn't get his answers, Gren decided that it was time to put his fear aside and head down to the dungeons once more.
After telling Amaya everything and informing her of his plan to go and investigate – being so sure that the guards missed something when they rescued him – Amaya wanted to go with him.
She knew Gren more than anyone and it still pained her to this day that she was so far away when everything Viren was doing back at the castle went down that she simply couldn't allow him to relive that alone. She knew Gren was brave and just about the most optimistic and cheerful person she will ever have a chance to meet but she also knew that behind his bubbly personality Gren was hiding all the negative feelings and the trauma of what he went through in those few weeks while being down there.
She knew there will be no way of stopping Gren from going because he has never been so sure that something Viren was hiding down there could help Zym so instead of arguing with her lieutenant she decided to go with him.
As always when they go on a mission they geared up – better be too safe than sorry – and headed to the dungeons.
Before they opened the door that led to the lower parts of the castle, Amaya turned to Gren one more time.
Are you really sure you want to do this? She signed.
I am. I have to see what is down there or I will never have a peaceful night's rest. Gren signed back, his brows furrowed in determination.
Amaya just nodded, admiring how brave her best friend was for facing his problem head-on, and opened the door.
They walked down the stairs and came to the place where Gren was cuffed.
Amaya gave him a worried look while Gren avoided looking at her and the wall he was chained to. Taking a deep breath he first headed to where he knew Runaan was kept. They only found an empty cell with a small window with bars on it so they headed in the other direction.
They have been looking around, opening doors to empty cells for about half an hour until Gren tried turning the knob of a wooden door and it didn't open.
He exchanged a look with Amaya who nodded to him that he should force-open it with his foot. Gren did as he was told but the door still didn't move.
Amaya frowned – not liking when something didn't go her way – so she stepped next to Gren and counting to 3 on her fingers they repeated the action together. The door gave way to their force and they stumbled inside.
The room was a bit bigger than the others they have found. It was windowless making it completely dark with only a small wooden table, a chair, and something covered with a cloth.
Is this it? Amaya signed at Gren who was observing the covered artifact with his mouth slightly opened.
Gren could only muster a small nod. Amaya knew that this was hard on Gren and even though her curiosity was growing she gave him the time to make the step toward it and uncover the object.
The commander shook his head to collect his thoughts and swallowed thickly before approaching it. He lifted his arm slowly, grabbed the cloth, and pulled it down. Amaya and Gren both gasped, not prepared to see a mirror in front of them.
At the first glance, it looked like any other mirror, but then something shone inside it and their reflections disappeared. They saw what looked like an empty office or a library. They knew at once that this was no ordinary mirror and that it would be best if they don't meddle with it but call in someone who might better know what this mirror is for or better yet what it does.
After a month of searching and inviting the best mages in the whole land, including elves from all parts of Xadia, they figured out that the mirror served as a prison in another realm for a startouch elf. They were able to find an elf that knew of startouch elves and who they were.
The only one of their kind the king of Katolis and his aunt Amaya knew was Aaravos who they had to fight to keep Zym alive at the battle that brought them peace. Since lord Viren was associated with Aaravos it was only reasonable that he was the one who was inside the mirror.
King Ezran wasn't delighted to find out that this wasn't the last they would hear of the elf and wanted to resolve the mystery behind the mirror at once.
“You mean the little bug that turned into an elf with a bigger bug around his shoulder?” Soren asked, perplexed when Ezran was telling him, Callum, Corvus, and Opeli what was going on.
“Do you know anything about him?” Ezran gasped, encouraging Soren to tell him more.
“Well, not really. Father was very secretive about him. I remember when we were marching to Lux Aurea he was talking to the little bug on his ear. If my memory isn't deceiving me, Viren was telling him about how he and your dad, Ezran, defeated the dragon king.” Soren said, rubbing his chin and trying to remember more.
“Why would Aaravos want to know about that?” Opeli failed to understand.
“Perhaps he was trapped in the mirror when that happened?” Corvus suggested.
“Viren sounded very proud of his accomplishment, speaking with the voice he uses when he brags about something to someone for who he thinks he did them a favor.” Soren continued.
“Why would killing Zym's dad be a favor to Aaravos?” Ezran thought out loud.
“No!” Callum gasped and stood up.
“What? What did you remember?” Ezran wanted to know.
“No, it's too farfetched.” Callum swung his hand for them to stop paying attention to him.
“No, no. Do tell,” Opeli encouraged him, “perhaps you are onto something.”
“Well,” Callum cleared his throat, “would it be possible that the dragon king had something to do with Aaravos' imprisonment inside the mirror?”
“Get aunt Amaya and gather the elves and the mages again! We have to discuss this!” Ezran stood up and gave the order to Soren and Corvus who nodded and rushed out of the throne room at once.
“It would be possible for the dragon king to entrap the elf inside a mirror.” The high mage of Bel Dur said after hearing the proposal from prince Callum.
“However,” a mage from Neolandia cut in, “in order to do that Thunder would need someone from the realm on the other side of the mirror to help him, making your idea invalid.”
“Why?” King Ezran wanted to know.
“Well, to do that sort of powerful magic, the dragon king would have to have a dragon on the other side of the mirror from which to draw that kind of power.” The mage explained.
“Why would that make my idea invalid?” Callum asked.
“Because there is no such thing as dragons in other realms,” the mage said confidently.
“An hour ago you didn't even know there were other realms and now you are trying to convince us that in those other places dragons can't exist?” Opeli raised her eyebrows.
“Alright,” the mage sighed, “let's say that a place where Aaravos was entrapped does have dragons, how exactly does this help us with the dragon prince's wing?”
“Don't you get it?” Ezran stood up. “Nobody in Xadia can help Zym and this other realm could be full of dragons. What if there is someone who could heal Zym? What if they possess just the magic we would need to help Zym fly again?”
“You do have a point, your majesty,” the high mage of Bel Dur bowed to the king, “however...”
“However, how do we know whoever lives on the other side isn't a threat to us? To the dragon prince, to our kingdoms? Who is to say that they would be willing to help us?” The mage interrupted him.
King Ezran decided to call a meeting with the dragon queen to ask her if she could confirm their speculations and wasn't all that surprised when she told him that it was the dragon king who imprisoned Aaravos in a realm called Earth where magic works differently than in Xadia and despite Aaravos being the strongest and the most ancient of elves, he wouldn't be able to use their type of magic.
After much deliberation, king Ezran has decided to take the risk and explore the realm on the other side of the mirror.
“We have to help Zym. No one in the whole Xadia could mend his wing and we have to try. We can't have the dragon prince not be able to fly. I know it's dangerous and a lot of you will think that I am making a rash decision based on my feelings and me being a kid, but this is how I decided and I am willing to take the risk for Xadia and our kingdom.” Ezran said, his brows together in determination. “We needed years of war and conflict to unite our lands together again and if we aren't willing to help and take the risks needed to move forward then we are back at the beginning and I will not allow that to happen.”
The crown guards and the king's advisors nodded, agreeing with him, while some of the mages from other kingdoms had their reservations.
In the end, it didn't matter as only a day later were they gathering a team courageous enough to walk through the mirror and seek help.
You want to do what? Amaya was signing as fast as her fingers allowed her, frowning at the idea Gren just proposed.
I need to go. I feel that I need to go. I had the feeling about the mirror and look where it brought us. Gren tried convincing her.
You did enough, Gren. Amaya pleaded.
It's been so nice to have him by her side again after being separated on so many occasions during the war and now it will happen again and Amaya wasn't sure she can let it happen.
Soren is going. I have to try. This could be my chance to prove that I am not only good at interpreting.
Nobody is saying that Gren, and you know it.
You never protested so much before, what has gotten into you? Gren wanted to frown but his expression softened instead, looking at his best friend.
I guess I got used to the fact of you being by my side again. Amaya moved her fingers slowly as if she was hesitant to admit this.
“Oh.” Gren breathed out loud before stepping closer to Amaya and pulling her into a hug.
I know. I feel the same but please give me a chance to do this. I will be back before you know it.
Gren bestowed Amaya with one of his warming smiles to which she never could stop her lips from curving too.
Alright, but promise me you'll be safe and cautious. She playfully nudged him in the ribs before hugging him again and saying goodbye.
The next day Gren, accompanied by 5 of Ezran's most trusted crown guards – including Soren – and a mage made their way down to the dungeons once again to walk through the mirror and seek help from the other side.
It took 7 mages to figure out how the mirror works and how to get the crew through it. They warned them they will have a small window to do this that's why they couldn't take more people.
Gren was standing in front of the mirror – the last one to be transported through it.
“Here we go,” he whispered to himself, took a deep breath, and without turning his head to see his best friend one more time, disappeared.
—
“And this is where I come in.” Charlie wiggled his nose, trying to hide that he was nervous as Gren told him the story for the fourth time.
“Look, I know it sounds insane.” Gren sighed. “We found a mirror who entrapped the most powerful elf that ever lived in Xadia and then we went through it, followed the roar of a dragon, found the Sanctuary, and for some reason you were mad enough to say yes to our proposal.”
“In my defense, you said that a baby dragon... No, no, let me correct myself – a storm baby dragon – which is a myth here on Earth, needed help and then you said that you are not from Earth at all but from another realm so you tricked me.” Charlie sniggered.
“Well, my hidden talent to know when someone cares for something deeply has finally come to use.” Gren smiled proudly.
“Just don't get your hopes up. I might be a dragonologist but you said that no wizard...”
“Mage.” Gren corrected him.
“That no mage could help Zym so I am not sure how much I can do.” Charlie bowed his head.
“I know, but it is admiring that you are willing to try and I believe that you will be able to do something, if nothing else advise us what we can do to help the dragon prince,” Gren said cheerfully, looking at his friend.
He and the guards have only been on Earth for a month and they are already going back – needing far less time than Gren or anybody expected them to need to figure out how the people on Earth could help Azymondias.
They were lucky enough that the late dragon king set Aaravos' prison near the Carpathians mountains which also happened to be the secret hideout of the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary.
They were walking for 2 days before they heard a dragon roar and followed the sound for another day before they arrived in front of what looked like an abandoned gate. The mage tore down the enchantments and without thinking twice about it, they entered.
To say that the people working in the Reserve were in shock and not really sure what they were looking at was an understatement. It doesn't happen every day that a group of people with armor and swords walk straight through the gate.
Luckily, dragonologists are very simple and open-minded people – Gren has noticed – so it was easy to explain what was going on.
The second they said that a dragon needed help, a bunch of them volunteered but Gren knew that they can only take one person back so he asked the kind people if they could stay for a few days to observe their work and then pick the one that seemed the best suited for the job.
Charlie stood out to Gren immediately, because he was one of the few that simply raised their hand to volunteer instead of being loud and jumping in the air. His calmness suited him and he intrigued Gren the second he followed him around the next morning and saw how he handled the dragons.
The fellow red-haired dragonologist reminded Gren very much of king Ezran and how he talks to animals. The second Gren decided that this business was too urgent for him to be shy and not talk to him, he approached the dragon tamer and asked him about his ability to talk to dragons.
Charlie cocked an eyebrow at him and laughed a little, thinking the commander was joking, only to compose himself a second later when he saw just how serious Gren was.
With observing his work and asking him all sorts of questions Gren deemed him perfect for the job.
He wasn't even that surprised that he got Charlie on board without any effort.
The second the sun rose the next morning and Charlie said goodbye to the dragons and his co-workers, they made their way back to the mirror.
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Gren, you are back! Amaya was waiting next to the mirror for them to come back and hugged her friend the second he came out of it.
I'm alright. It went pretty smoothly. Gren smiled proudly.
Who is this? Amaya signed, nodding at Charlie and scanning him from head to toe.
This is Charlie Weasley, he's a dragon tamer back in the other realm and he is here to help Zym. Gren explained.
He's cute. Amaya winked at her friend.
I thought you were in a committed relationship with Janai? Gren giggled.
I meant for you. Amaya nudged him, making Gren's face as red as a strawberry.
Without replying, Gren rushed everyone out of the room, making the excuse to see Zym as fast as possible.
Amaya sent a squad to bring Zym to Katolis so that Charlie would have the time to settle in and get some rest and that he wouldn't get too overwhelmed by his surroundings.
The second he saw the dragon prince and heard his cheerful squeaks despite having an injured wing, Charlie's eyes glowed and he felt like all his dreams came true to see a dragon that not only doesn't breathe fire but can zap you with electricity.
Gren explained to him to the best of his abilities why they call Zym the dragon prince but when he bowed to the young dragon and heard the people behind him giggle, he knew he took it too far. With his cheeks turning scarlet, he cleared his throat and asked everybody to give him and Zym some space so he could do a proper check-up on him.
Amaya, Gren, Ezran, Callum, Soren, and Opeli all watched as Charlie sat down next to the dragon and started whispering something to him. It only took about a minute for Zym to trust him which – with everything Gren saw back in the Sanctuary – wasn't surprising at all.
Zym let Charlie position him in a way to have full access to the wing, while constantly murmuring something under his breath.
“So, did you manage to find out how to help him?” Ezran asked the second Charlie stood up and walked to them.
“I...uh...” Charlie stuttered not knowing how to begin.
“What? What's wrong?” Callum put his hand over his little brother's shoulder.
“I don't want to be rude so I don't know how to say it.” Charlie was embarrassed.
“Hey, we trust in your expertise so don't worry about it.” Gren encouraged Charlie to speak.
“Well, his wing is broken, you got that right but because dragons here and on Earth are magical creatures, magic can't help them much.” Charlie shook his head.
“So, there's nothing we can do?” Ezran was on the verge of tears.
“Quite the opposite, this is very good news. I thought that we would have to mend his broken bones with magic.” Charlie said in a cheerful voice to put Ezran in a better mood.
“And we won't need to use magic?” Soren got curious.
“No. Because Zym is still so young and will need years to grow fully, we would just have to immobilize his wing as much as possible until his bones mend themselves.” Charlie explained.
“It's that easy? ” Amaya signed, looking impressed and Gren interpreted.
“Yes. Zym is still growing and like with children it's easier to have a broken bone when you are young than when you're an adult. If Zym will be a good boy and obey when I put bandages on him, he should be better somewhere from around 6 months to a year if he is like the dragons we have back at home.” Charlie couldn't hide how proud he was of all the knowledge he had on dragons and healing.
“How are you going to wrap him up?” Ezran was beyond happy to know that his friend is going to be just fine.
“With magic, of course.” Charlie pulled out his wand.
“You made a mistake of trying to heal his wing with magic directly, that simply doesn't work with one of the most powerful beings in the world. In cases like this, you have to turn to the good old remedies.”
He walked back to Zym who extended his wing as much as he could for Charlie to do his magic.
Gren and his friends couldn't quite decipher what Charlie said for pieces of cloth to start flying out of his wand and bandage Zym's wing for him not to be able to move it.
“So our mission was all for nothing?” Gren bowed his head.
“On the contrary, commander,” Ezran grinned at him, “if you hadn't brought Charlie here, we would worry about Zym for years and his bones could regrow in a wrong way, and from what I can see, you wouldn't have made a friend.”
“True.” Gren gave the words of his king some thought.
“Also, I think that mister Weasley doesn't mind meeting another species of dragon.” Opeli giggled.
Gren turned around to where Charlie was trying to make Zym hold still so he could cast the spell with bandages on him a few more times and smiled to himself.
“Yeah, you're right. It was completely worth it.” He observed his friend doing his job for a few seconds more before the heat on his cheeks became too much and he turned to Amaya who winked at him with a smug expression on her face.
Gren playfully rolled his eyes and walked to Charlie.
“So, after you do this, how long is it going to last?” He wanted to know.
“Well, Zym is a very energetic and jumpy dragon and these bandages have to be tight for as long as possible so I would have to change them a few times per day.” Charlie chuckled when Zym let out a happy squeak.
“Meaning you will stay here?” Gren tried sounding normal but was bad at hiding his excitement.
“Would that be okay?” Charlie scratched the top of his head. “I mean I don't know how realms work or if this is even allowed?”
“We can ask the mages but since we stayed on Earth for a month, I think it wouldn't be a problem.”
“Well, I love traveling and would love to help Zym for as long as I can, so I wouldn't mind at all.” Charlie couldn't believe how lucky he was to embark on this amazing adventure.
“What about the people back at home? Won't they miss you?”
In the time Gren spent with Charlie, he had the opportunity to get to know him very well and it became evident early on that Charlie was a man who would do anything for his family and his loved ones.
“They will,” Charlie shrugged, “but they are used to seeing me only a few times per year and besides, it's work-related and they understand how much my job means to me.”
“In that case, I would...” Gren cleared his throat. “...I mean we would love to have you.”
“It's settled then. I am staying. I would just like to ask if there is a way for me to send a message home?”
“I am sure that can be arranged.”
Charlie and Gren turned around to the voice and saw king Ezran smiling at them.
“I would like to thank you personally, mister Weasley...”
“Please, king Ezran, call me Charlie.”
“Only if you stop calling me king,” Ezran giggled, “my friends call me Ez and I think it's safe to say that you are now a friend. Wouldn't you say so, Gren?”
“Exactly!” Gren exclaimed.
“As I was saying, I would like to thank you for doing this. You have no idea how much this means to the magic folk, to us people, and me personally.” Ezran walked to where Charlie was kneeling next to Zym and wrapped his arms around him.
Charlie let out a suppressed chuckle, not expecting a king to hug him, but then returned the embrace before standing up.
“I will need a place to stay.” Charlie giggled nervously as they were standing in front of the castle door, waiting for the guards to let them in.
“You can stay with us,” Gren said and pointed behind him.
Charlie turned around to see Amaya signing to Gren for him to interpret.
“I think you will fit in with us just nicely,” Gren translated while Amaya sent Charlie a wink.
No amount of freckles could hide the dragon tamer's burning cheeks as he couldn't believe just how nice everyone in Katolis was.
Gren and Amaya took him to the garden the second he came from the much-needed shower from all the kisses and licks Zym gave him. They were sitting on the bench and conversing – Charlie trying to take in as many signs as he could because he was determined to learn sign language.
“Charlie, I bring good news!” Prince Callum came out of nowhere. “Ez told me that you want to send a message home and asked me to talk to the mages. They can prepare the mirror for you tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you, Callum. That is indeed great news.” He grinned at the prince, relieved that he will have a chance to explain to his family where he has gone to.
“Now that it's official and you're staying I think we have to give you a rank.” Ezran appeared next to Callum.
“A rank?” Charlie tilted his head in confusion.
“And armor!” Callum exclaimed.
“What are you two talking about?” Gren chuckled at how excited they were and glanced at Amaya who just giggled as if she was hiding something.
Amaya, what did you do? Gren's curiosity got the better of him.
Well, since Brandon retired last year I am without my third in command so I am giving that position to Charlie. Amaya explained.
“To me?” Charlie jumped in his seat after Gren told him what was going on. “But I can't fight!”
“You are doing admirable work, worth of a title.” Gren interpreted.
“I-I don't know what to say.” Charlie was left speechless.
“Oh, I know what you could do!” Callum gasped loudly before running away from them.
Not even 5 minutes later, he came back with his sketchbook in his hands. Without saying anything he ordered Gren, Amaya, and Charlie – who were sitting on the bench – to stand up.
“We will celebrate with your official portrait,” Callum explained his actions.
The trio exchanged a look and then turned around when they heard someone clear their throat.
“Callum, you can't draw them without Charlie being in his new uniform.” Soren shook his head and handed Charlie a package.
The redhead was looking at it in awe before being rushed to the closest bathroom to try it on.
“Oh, look at you!” Soren and Ezran said together, admiring the scales on Charlie's chest.
“You look...” Gren's mouth fell open, lost for words.
Dashing. Amaya signed and winked at her best friend.
“Uhm, yeah.” Gren nodded.
Come on, Gren. Say it to him. She encouraged him.
“Dashing. Uhm, you...you look dashing.” Gren knew there was no way to hide his strawberry freckled face but seeing Charlie blush at his words too, he no longer cared.
The trio positioned themselves in front of Callum who drew them and as the crew watched him hard at work, sneaking looks at Charlie, they knew their group gained a new friend.
#tpd#the dragon prince#harry potter#charlie weasley#tpd gren#the dragon prince gren#tpd amaya#the dragon prince amaya#commander gren#general amaya
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Cupid’s Arrow || A Valentine’s Special
pairing: jisung x female!reader
wc: 2.85k
genre: cupid!au, fluff, humor
warnings: none!
description: every cupid has one job: shoot the arrow at your assigned human. What happens when someone misses?
a/n: ok so I started writing this at 9pm and it’s currently 12:46 am on valentines day so obvs this won’t be perfect but this was a cute idea so I hope you guys like it! you’re all my valentines you don’t have a choice ok mwah love u
(ps: pls don't be mad at me for how I ended this lmao if yall like it enough i’ll write a pt 2!)
taglist: @dom--minnie @sparklemin @minholuvs @hanflix
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the week leading up to Valentine’s Day is the busiest day of the year for angels like Jisung-- assignment after assignment of soulmates coming across his desk as the romantic holiday looms closer. don’t get him wrong, jisung loves his job. He loves getting to watch the moment two people, fated to each other finally meet-- the soft smiles, the faint blushes and shy introductions are something that makes his entire week. this time of year, though, all he really wants is to go home for the night.
he turns off the multiple screens on his desk, videos of intended lovers fading to black as his day comes to an end. closing the door and making sure to turn the lock, jisung sighs in relief as he makes his way down the hallway to the elevators, a few fellow cupids waiting for him by the door.
“hey jisung! we’re taking a trip down to earth to walk amongst the humans for awhile. do you wanna tag along?” Minho, the oldest of the bunch asks. next to him, jisung spots hyunjin, changbin and jeongin looking at him expectantly.
jisung met the group of angels five years ago, when he first started his job. inexperienced and ridiculously nervous, he clung to his coworkers throughout all of his training. although a sarcastic and rather rowdy bunch, jisung was quickly accepted for his bright smile and love for..well, love.
he had always found it interesting, the concept of love. it was merely a human emotion, but at the same time something so inhumanly complex. the idea that everyone has a person that they absolutely can’t live without, and some of them don’t even know it yet? crazy to him, but oh so fascinating.
the early days are always his favorite to watch once he’s successfully struck two people. everything is new and fun, and so unpredictable. there’s the first dates, shy hand holding, stolen glances. you never know when someone is going to finally make the first move, shyly moving closer and closer to their lover to gauge their reaction. jisung had always wondered what love felt like-- the closest he could get was his job as a cupid. he figured that would have to suffice.
when he finally reaches the doors to the elevators, he flashes a smile at the boys in front of him. “last time we went down to earth, hyunjin literally caused a traffic jam because he smiled at a dog. are you guys sure this is a good idea?” he quips, and the boys laugh while hyunjin rolls his (absolutely gorgeous) eyes.
“first of all that's not true,” he begins, and elbows jeongin in the side when he hears a sound of contradiction leave his mouth “and we aren’t going anywhere crowded, just to a café that I saw the other day when I was working.” he says, and jisung nods his head in contemplation.
“sure, that sounds like fun. I haven’t had a good cup of coffee in awhile,” he agrees, and with that, the five make their way into the elevator.
stepping out onto the sidewalk, jisung took a moment to feel the sun on his skin. this was one of his favorite parts about earth, so warm and so bright. of course, it’s nothing compared to heaven, but sometimes the change of scenery made it easier for jisung to relax.
the group is quite chatty as they make their way to the suggested café, commenting on the different humans they pass. everyone is so unique in their own ways, and it fascinates the five angels, who rarely get to walk among them. Lucky for them, they look like any other human being, meaning no one will be able to tell the difference.
the café that hyunjin brought everyone to had a light and airy atmosphere. the walls a bright white, flourishing greenery all around the restaurant complimented the white and yellow tables and matching chairs. It felt like they were in the middle of a field of wild flowers. jisung absolutely adored it, the smells of coffee and pastries filling his nose as they found a nice table next to a window.
looking around, the jisung watched as a girl made her way across the café and sat close to the entrance, with a laptop in front of her and headphones around her neck. She seemed content, sighing to herself with a small smile on her lips as she opened her laptop and took a bite of the muffin sitting in front of her.
“wait wait wait, that’s one of my humans! I’m supposed to shoot her once th- oh my god! there’s the soon-to-be soulmate too! I can’t miss this opportunity!” Minho exclaims quietly while he reaches into the backpack he had brought with him. The other cupids turn to look at him incredulously.
The ‘soon-to-be soulmate’, as Minho put it, seemed rather dull compared to his supposed counterpart. He wasn’t bad looking, but there was something about him that just didn’t seem right to Jisung. this girl seemed to match the vibes of the café-- like a warm summer day, not a cloud in the sky. the kind of day that lasts in your memories for years to come, and this man...he just was not it. Hair disheveled, seemingly in a rush as he was tapping his foot impatiently at the counter. Jisung knew that opposites could attract, but he just didn’t see it in the cards for this one.
“is this why you wanted to come down here?” jeongin asked with wide eyes, knowing that they shouldn’t be meddling unless they’re on the clock. The others turn to Minho who has now gotten two arrows and his bow out from his bag.
“Uhm….no?” he says sheepishly once he sees the stares that are being thrown at him. He takes one of the arrows and lines it up on his bow, pulling his arm back and aiming at the girl peacefully enjoying her day.
“Minho do you really think this is the best time?” jisung asks apprehensively. almost too focused on getting a good shot, Minho didn’t answer him.
He lets go of the arrow and it zips through the air, hitting the girl in the shoulder as she starts to work on her laptop. Humans can’t physically feel the arrow when they get shot-- that almost defeats the belief in soulmates. She continues on as if nothing happened, and jisung almost rolls his eyes as he watches Minho line up his second shot.
“Look,” Minho begins, “they’re supposed to meet tomorrow anyway! why not speed up the process?” he says as he draws his arm back.
Out of nowhere, a customer in the store drops a coffee cup. The sound of the glass shattering startles pretty much everyone in the café, including the group of angels. In fact, it startles them enough that the unbelievable happens.
Minho’s arm slips, and the arrow is released...straight into Jisung’s shoulder.
The two look at each other in absolute disbelief, and Jisung wants to strangle the older cupid. A very quiet “oops” leaves Minho’s mouth.
“Are you kidding me?!?” Jisung says a little too loudly. Everyone is looking at the two of them, including the girl that Minho just struck.
When the two make eye contact, Jisung feels something...strange. He knows it’s a reaction from the love arrow, but is this what love is supposed to feel like? He feels like he wants to throw up, butterflies flying in his stomach as he notices the faint blush on the cheeks of the girl across the room. That’s when he really sees her for the first time, like, really sees her.
He isn’t sure how he didn't see it before. Her hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, and her eyes that are staring at him in slight confusion still shine brighter than any star he’d ever seen..and he’s seen a lot of stars.
He’s silent for a few moments, and the other boys start looking at each other with concern. “Wait, no, what the hell? Cupid’s can’t get struck! What is going on?” Changbin says as he watches the way the two are staring at each other.
This isn’t allowed. Cupids don’t have many rules, but one of the biggest rules for any angel is: Do not associate with humans. It’s the reason why they can’t-- or shouldn't, really-- feel love in the first place. Messing with the rules of the universe could have big consequences. It’s never happened before, but there have always been enough myths that get spread around that would deter any angel from even thinking about it. Yet, here jisung is, absolutely head over heels for a human, even if it is all Minho’s fault.
“I don't know, this hasn't happened before. Oh my god, what did I do,” Minho starts spiraling. Its at that moment that the others know they need to get the hell out of there. Scooping up Jisung, who is currently still staring at the girl who has now focused on her work instead, they rush out of the café. Once Jisung is out of eyesight of the girl, he shakes his head in confusion and comes back down to earth (pun intended).
“Ohhhh no, no no no. This is bad,” Jisung says, running his hands through his hair exasperated. “Minho what the fuck happened?!” he asks.
Putting his hands up, Minho tries to defend himself. “I don’t know! That person dropped their cup and it threw me off!” he says quickly, and it makes Jisung want to roll his eyes.
“You dumbass, that’s why we shouldn’t even be down here in the first place! If Chan finds out, we’re dead! That’s it! We’re gonna be out of jobs and not able to pay our bills and-- oh my god there she is,” Jisung exclaims once he sees the girl exit the café, looking around confused. Turning around, she spots Jisung and starts to make her way towards him.
“Oh no, nope. Not now, this is a bad time,” Hyunjin says while they try to drag Jisung away from the girl. He shimmies out of their grip as she approaches him.
“Uh, hi. I think one of you left this in the café?” she says. Looking down, Jisung sees his cellphone in her hand. “I saw it sitting at the table you guys walked away from, I’m glad I was able to find you when I came outsi-- Oh, wow, hi..” she cuts herself off, awestruck when she makes eye contact with Jisung. Hyunjin rolls his eyes as he watches the two of them. Jisung doesn’t know what to say.
“Oh, yeah this is..mine..thank you,” he says as he holds out his hand. He swears he can feel electricity run through him when her hand makes contact with his. He has never experienced a feeling so strong like this before. He knew that love was dramatic but he didn’t think it was like this.
Reminding himself that this isn’t supposed to be happening, he clears his throat. “Okay well we have to go. Thank you for my phone, goodbye!” he says quickly, leaving the girl and his friends in complete confusion has he turns on his heel and starts to almost sprint in the opposite direction. The boys quickly follow him after offering a small wave to the girl, who returns it as she turns to walk away.
“Jisung, you cannot possibly see her again” Hyunjin says once they finally catch up to him. And even though Jisung knows that, there’s something that is inevitably pulling him towards her.
When they finally make it back to heaven and Jisung gets home, he pulls his phone out to check his messages. To his shock, he finds a new contact added into his phone, with a photo of a girl who’s eyes remind him of galaxies.
Y/N, aka Café Girl
As you walk down the street, you smile feeling the warm sunshine on your shoulders. It may be the middle of February, but you seemed to be blessed with a particularly warm day. This day had been nothing out of the ordinary, but for some reason you felt lighter, walking with a bounce in your step that you haven’t had in a long time.
Your mind wanders back to the boy you saw at the café not too long ago. His honey coloured hair shined under the artificial lights in the room, and his brown eyes reminding you of the warmest hot chocolate on a cold winter day. He hadn’t left your mind since the two of you made eye contact for the first time.
It’s been awhile since you’ve found someone that caught your interest so quickly. You never believed in love at first sight, but after today you just might be changing your mind. It seemed like fate that he left his cellphone on the table in the café, and it was definitely a risk that you had put your phone number in his contacts. You’ve never done something like that before, but something was telling you that you just needed to take the chance and make the first move.
Eventually, days and then weeks pass, and you haven’t even received a text message from him. You feel a little disappointed every time you check your phone, hoping that you’ll see his number come up on your screen. You didn’t even know his name, nor when (or if) you’d ever get to see him again. You should’ve been prepared for the sinking feeling in your chest, but you had still been hopeful.
You still frequented the café, mainly because it was a calm and quiet place to work, but also because you were secretly hoping you’d run into him again-- you at least needed to learn his name. That’s all you could think about while you try to focus on your work, but to no avail. You decided to give yourself a break, letting your thoughts swirl with chocolate colored eyes.
As your eyesight wanders the café, you hear the front door bell ring and you’re forced to meet eyes with the man that has lived in your head rent free for the past two weeks. You almost can’t believe it. He seems like he’s searching for something, or someone.
As he looks around the room, you get nervous. You wonder if he’ll remember who you are, or maybe he’s already deleted your number and rejected you without even telling you? Maybe he already has a girlfriend? Maybe even a boyfriend?
The thoughts running through your head completely distract your from the fact that he’s sat down in front of you. “Uhm..excuse me?” He says quietly, and your breath gets caught in your throat when you hear his voice.
“Oh, i’m sorry, I didn’t scare you did I?” he asks, and you shake your head quickly. “No! No not at all. I, uh..hi,” you say with a light blush on your cheeks, and it makes Jisung’s heart soar to the sky.
He’s definitely not used to feeling like this. He’s been trying to avoid it for the past few weeks, hoping that if he had ignored it these weird feelings would go away. He searched for hours and hours for a loophole in getting struck with a cupid’s arrow, but even hyunjin couldn’t find anything.
After nights of tossing and turning while images of you danced through his head, he knew he needed to see you. He got lucky that you were at the café, this was the only place he had ever seen you so he was hoping he’d get to catch you here.
“You never texted me, you know. Did you delete my number?” you asked him, feigning hurt. You saw his eyes go bigger as he tried to defend himself. “N-no! I definitely did not delete it. I was just so shocked that I didn’t know what to say...how did you even know the phone was mine?” He asked, laughing quietly. Jisung won’t lie, that was a pretty bold move. He was actually impressed once the initial shock had passed.
“Oh, I definitely wasn’t not staring at you across the room or anything and saw you on your phone. Definitely not,” you say with a flirty laugh, and it immediately sparks intrigue in Jisung.
The line rolled off your lips so easily, and Jisung is convinced that it’s an effect from the arrow. “Oh, were you now? How did I not notice someone as pretty as you looking my way?” He asks, and his eyes go wide when he hears himself speak.
What was that? All of this is so foreign to him, but when the blush on your cheeks gets a little darker he decides that maybe, just maybe, this will be worth the consequences he might face if Chan ever finds out about this.
“Listen,” he begins cautiously. “I have...a lot of things that I need to tell you. But let me start with this: How about I take you out on a date?”
#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fluff#han jisung#jisung fluff#bxngchxn fics#this was so fun to write#i'm probably gonna write a pt 2 whether you guys want one or not#jisungie
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