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Creator Spotlight: @mimimar

Hi! I’m Michelle (Mimimar), an illustrator born and raised in Venezuela, currently based in Italy. I enjoy making colorful illustrations that reflect the things I love: fairy tales, fantasy, tenderness and queer (especially sapphic) stories. Occasionally, I also make paper dolls, comics and animatics. I have a lot of interest in book illustration and I’m currently developing my own stories that I hope to share as an author-illustrator someday!

Check out our interview with Michelle below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I always enjoyed drawing when I was a kid, but it only became a hobby that I did almost every day when I was around 11. At first I only used traditional mediums, but I decided to make a serious effort to learn how to draw digitally when I was 15, and once I got the hang of it I never stopped!

I didn’t go to art school so all of my learning was done through studying the tutorials and resources that other artists generously share on the internet and lots of practice / trial and error.

How do you want to evolve as a creator?

I want to do many things but what I want to do the most right now is work on books! I want to make art for other authors’ stories and also my own stories as an author-illustrator. I want to grow as a storyteller and create art and stories that will really resonate with people emotionally. I’m always striving to improve my skills as well.

I also really love dolls, so working on doll box art or as a doll designer is something I would love to do someday. I actually have been designing paper dolls on my Patreon for the past few months, it’s been a fun project that is still ongoing right now!

What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as an artist?

Probably using a lot of purple! It’s my favorite color so I find myself using it a lot. If I can find a way to sneak a little bit of purple into an illustration or a character design then I will.

Congratulations on finishing your Ivy Comic! Did the outcome turn out like how you expected or were there some unexpected bumps along the way?

Thank you! It’s a project that I worked on very slowly in between other art because I wanted to really take my time with every spread and make each of them a fully detailed illustration. I thumbnailed the full comic before starting but I kept changing the sketch for the final spread until the very end! Overall I’m really proud of the end result. I sprinkled a lot of hidden details in every page that I hope some of the readers will notice. For example: the meanings of the flowers in each page represent what the characters are feeling in that moment, and the colors of their wardrobe become gradually lighter as the story progresses to represent their emotions, as well as the changing of seasons.

We’ve noticed that you have created some amazing cover art for TGCF. Is there another series you would like to do something similar with?

That was another passion project that took some time to complete. Initially, I didn’t intend for them to be specifically covers, it was just a series of illustrations based on the 5 books/main arcs of TGCF. But since they were well-received and I had people telling me they wish they could use them as covers for their books, I decided to rework them into dust jackets for the english translation of TGCF!

I haven’t thought of any other specific series but I love doing cover art so maybe I’ll do something similar again in the future!

What’s your favorite part of your style? Why?

I’ve heard from other people that there’s a delicate quality to my art, this is something that I like a lot! I like pretty things, fairytales and vibrant colors. I think all of these things probably reflect in the art I make as well.

If there is one thing you want your audience to remember about your work, what would it be?

I hope that they remember how it made them feel. Feelings and colors are the two things I give priority to in my work. Most of the time I like depicting tenderness, softness and emotional intimacy. If that could reach the viewer and stay with them it would make me very happy.

I make a lot of art with queer (mainly sapphic) themes because they’re the kind of stories I personally like and want to see more of, so whenever people tell me that my art has helped them in their journey to discover and accept themselves, or that they see themselves and their partner in my art, it is always extremely meaningful to me. When art that I made to give myself comfort can provide comfort for others, no matter how small, it reminds me once again that despite any hardships art is genuinely worth pursuing.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

So many artists! To name a few: I love @sakizo’s amazing eye for fashion and detail, @paneeps’ gorgeous style and striking colors, the sweetness of @bevsi’s art, @vickisigh’s pretty colors and concepts, @idledee’s warm and heartfelt art, @littlestpersimmon’s dreamy wonderful art, and @loish has been an inspiration for as long as I can remember.

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing, Michelle! Be sure to check out their Tumblr blog over at @mimimar.

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #tgcf #ivy comic #mimimar

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accio-victuuri · 1 day

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5/16/24 LRLG post + interpretations ❤️💛💚

so it’s not enough that we’ve been struggling for the past days, they really put meaning to the saying of “when it rains it pours”. at least they let people sleep and then released this in the morning. it is an unusual posting time cause it’s usually evening or even late like 1:00 AM but not this early.

original link from the rumor house is here. i will omit some parts and just explain what happens but i tried to preserve the integrity of the post. all of this is fake. if i missed some cpn related to this, feel free to comment or just reblog and add on. enjoy ^^

XZ: "Do I have to buy the flowers myself? I can't spend hundreds of dollars."

WYB: “You don’t need to buy it and use it at home. The bottle is also pretty.”

XZ: 🙄

WYB: “Your skills are really top-notch now.”

XZ: "Why don't you try to be more yin and yang?"

WYB: "Well done. Well done."

XZ: “Don’t let me go if you don’t have any symptoms”

WYB: "You know if I have a fart or not, I'm so awesome."

XZ: "gun"

WYB: 😘

XZ: "There is also gas in the mouth"

WYB: 🙄

XZ: "Hey, your skills are also top-notch."

WYB: “I can’t compare to you, but practice makes perfect”

XZ: “It’s boring.

WYB: “Come and play”

XZ: "If you don't want to play, you won't come from xx"

👧: "Looking for me, I won't delay the fun of you two"

WYB: "Then shall we leave?"

👧: “I also know that practice makes perfect”

WYB: “Excuse me”

XZ: "Whose number should I use?"

WYB: "I'll log in for you

Yibo really be buying useless stuff again. lol. I can only imagine him scrolling through shopping apps in between takes and ordering everything. Thank you ZZ for being the voice of reason. LOL. and them complementing each other’s skills in gaming, even the log-in, we think is for the game. && how they are trolling each other talking about gas/fart, it’s so them 😂😂😂😂

the part about the kiss emoji makes us think that wyb kissed xz but then xz had to comment like that lol and be a gremlin 😂😂😂

i saw one guess that the bottle/vase he is talking about where you can put flowers may be a souvenir from abroad that wyb gave him

WYB: XZ believes in Buddhism and doesn’t believe in anything.”

XZ: “Watch me assist”

WYB: "You are not playing support role."

XZ: "Okay, I won't go even if you call me daddy."

WYB: “Don’t help, you still have to help”

No but seriously i will pay good money to watch them livestream a game lol. to those who are not familiar of why XZ was saying “call me daddy”, it’s a common quip among people. kinda like saying “im your father” cause i’m helping you and more superior than you— nothing kinky okay?

WYB: “Where did the cat come from?”

WYB: "Can I not hear it when it’s meowing at me? "

WYB: "What to record"

WYB: “So where did the cat come from?”

WYB: “Questioning you on behalf of 🌰🌰”

WYB: “Oh, great shooting”

people are thinking it’s this chonky cat that xz got attached to

and all of us are cackling at how wyb is “asking for 🌰🌰” because his dad is being a traitor and looking at other cats! 😤😤😤 yibo is so loyal to their daughter lol

WYB : super cold, i’ll eat a fried egg for you in awhile

WYB: look closely, i’m going to eat one for you (fried egg = sun that just appeared ☀️)

WYB: i ate it too early, it’s not fully cooked yet

WYB: sure, i’ll wait for you to eat a cooked one

i swear their conversations don’t make sense unless you have some background. cpfs are saying here that it means, wyb gave xz a fried egg ☀️ and then xz ate a cooked egg, the way he did it in that milan vlog

and like, if we are talking about a literal egg, that was featured as well in the Milan vlog 🍳 so could that be a bit for bobo? a literal easter egg? lol.

next part is bobo asking xz why doesn’t it look the same to him and how xz hasn’t responded to the group chat. and how he will call him later 📲

them having a gc is not even a secret but just 🥹🥹 that must be one hell of a group chat to be in.

WYB: “How was the restaurant you ate at last time? Let's go there when Zhan ge comes."

🧔‍♂️: "Their ribs are amazing, but the chops are not as good as they should be. Why don't we order one for you tonight and try it?"

i won’t include this part anymore but it’s a conversation between yibo and members of his staff about food and what to eat. i love how wyb is always thinking about xz when he sees something that is good to eat. feeding xz is really his love language. i’m cackling how they are conscious about the carbs to eat. planning what and where to eat with your loved one seems so simple but really special too. there were talks about fruits, which we know what xz is fond of eating in CQL BTS. ( sorry for the screenshot lol xiao zhan i love youuuu. you have no bad angle! )

there was also a part that wyb was telling them to buy blueberries and the staff is like: "Just tell me what you want to eat and I'll give you whatever you want" but yibo was all "Let's see what he wants to eat" 🥹🥹🥹 it all depends on XZ.

and then this scene in the wedgwood ad. which is most likely a coincidence. but still 👀

WYB: “Look at this big pot”

XZ: Saw it

WYB: "I won't let you try the dishes in advance."

XZ: "If you want to eat, just say so and don't take the blame."

👧: Boss Xiao, we have already eaten it.”

XZ: "Grateful and thankful"

WYB: "Why are you so happy?"

XZ: You guys are going to have another meal in two days.

WYB: ☺️☺️🤭☺️🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

XZ: "Eat quickly and fight again when you get back."

WYB: “🫡Received”

XZ: "Idiot, hang up, bye"

WYB: "Bye"

with this fake rumor i feel so soft cause having a meal together is something they look forward to. i especially loved this comment from a cpf which u think perfectly explain why this romantic: But I especially understand how dad feels. . . When you are in a long-distance relationship, if you already have a date for your next meeting, you will really feel like you don’t want to taste the delicious food you want to eat with you before meeting! Just like "I want to share the surprise of the first bite with you" is the real thing. I only want to taste one-fifth of the taste. I want to wrap this little bit of deliciousness with the anticipation of seeing you soon. I want to see you soon. I have been stuffed to the brim these last few days, so that the day I see you I will explode with happiness!” 🥹🥹🥹

next part is wyb talking to a staff about eating and then this one, yibo! give your assistant a vacation! and well the boss is not taking a vacation too sooooo….

👧: “When can I take a vacation?”

WYB: "Anytime, if you have anything to do, just take a break."

👧: “Want to take a big vacation”

WYB: “It’s early then”

👧: “This year’s Qingming Festival and May Day are all in vain”

WYB: "Have arrangements been made for May Day?"

and the final part of the rumor contribution:

WYB: "Where"

WYB: “Okay, be safe.”

WYB: "I don't have time to ask you to keep the fake house.

WYB: "good"

-END

#bjyx #yizhan #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #eversince i joined this pit i have never known peace 😌😌😌#is it over yet or are they gonna hammer us again??? 🔨🔨🔨

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myouicieloz · 3 days

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Huh Yunjin x 6th member!reader

Synopsis: you can’t take your eyes off her, specially when she’s dancing. thankfully, yunjin makes sure to put up a show for you.

Warnings: suggestivee. safe for work ma babes ^^

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: I SHALL PERSEVERE. fuckass writers block 😤. i will noooooot proofread this ^^

“Oh my God. Are you ok?” Yunjin asks, turning her attention away from her choreography as soon as she catches you desperately choking on water.

You throw your phone on the other side of the couch— as well as the bottle you were holding, in hopes of controlling the coughing fit that has you shaking rather violently. Still trying to gasp for air, you manage to nod, thumbs up to let Yunjin know you’ll most likely live.

“Just fine.” Your voice comes in between breaths, still accompanied by weakened coughs. “I drank too much at once.”

She giggles, walking towards the couch so you can sit side by side. You make sure to grab your phone back so your bandmate doesn’t reckon the cause of your coughing fit: scrolling through TikTok, you found a fan cam of the red-haired girl performing at their showcase just days ago.

Her bare waist, tight cropped and low-waisted jeans were enough for you to breathe in deeply, looking anywhere in the empty room but at her; carefully to not be reminded of the sin that was your bandmate’s body. Not only that, but the way she moved, too— sharp and flawless, skilled as she played with her hair and bit her lip while looking at the damn camera. Yunjin is well aware of how hot she is, and she sure as hell makes good use of that when performing.

It’s torture.

“Are you sure?” She frowns, and it’d be adorable if your mind wasn’t clouded by how she’d react if you just pushed her down the small sofa and ruined her relentlessly until someone had to barge in, worried about the screams coming from the room— only to find her whimpering under your touch, begging for more. “Your face is all flushed, and your skin feels hot. Y/n, are you sick?”

You shake your head, doing your best to duck from your bandmate’s attentive touches. It’s comforting to have her hand cupping your cheek, but her touches are electrifying. A single brush of her fingers is and your heart skips a beat, along with a familiar ache that starts growing in your core.

“It’s nothing, unnie. Don’t worry.” Her smile is so pretty. She loves to be loved by you. “You might want to take a small break, though. Come on, you’ve been here for hours already! Don’t push yourself too hard.” You offer, even though it’s obvious she’s going to decline. Yunjin’s too much of a perfectionist, so much so that it’s incredibly common to find her in that same practice room during late hours of the night, rehearsing the group’s choreography so she’ll be nothing but perfect once they go on stage.

The hate train Lesserafim’s been receiving has been getting to her, you know it as much. It’s easy to see in her chapped-off nails, disheveled hair, and how she never stays still, due to the amount of coffee she consumes on a single day. She’s too hard on herself, and you wish she’d open up more. How much better would it be if she just didn’t bottle it up so much, and relied on you instead? You’re bandmates, after all.

Touchy as she’s always been, Yunjin grabs your hand and leads you to the middle of the dance room, in front of the mirror. You’re left standing awkwardly, with a confused face until she rushes back with a chair. “Actually, I needed your help with something.” She gestures for you to sit, which you do. “It’s my turn to record something for TikTok, and manager-im asked it to be a dancing piece. Can you tell me if it’s good?”

You gulp when she launches her jacket lazily onto the ground, setting up her song of choice on her phone. The beat starts slow as the singer’s sweet voice echoes through the room, and Yunjin walks towards you in unhurried, precise steps. There’s not enough air, with all your mind clogged by her, and you can feel the slick dripping from your cunt. Once she finally reaches you… it’s insane. Her fingers brush your collarbone, the shadow of a proper touch has you shivering as she places both of her hands on your elbows and pushes herself down, her hips swirling just as the melody drags on— you can’t do anything but hold her by the hips, adding pressure to her rocking back and forth in your lap.

Her covered cunt brushes against yours and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever experienced; it feels heavenly, to have the friction just right where you need it. Yunjin’s arms go up in an arched movement, leaving her pretty neck all exposed. It’d be so easy to just push her in and suck on her porcelain skin until no makeup could hide such hickeys. Along with the song, she breathes in, which rides her crop top enough that you can see her lack of a bra.

It’s borderline painful: the way her actions lit your body on fire, the desperate need for more, the way she does a hair flip, still so attentive to the music you don’t even hear anymore. The only bang in your head comes from the pleasure building up down in your lower abdomen, waiting. Anticipating.

Yunjin grabs you by the neck just as the chorus hits, brushing her mouth against yours. She makes her way down to your neck, teasing her teeth against your clavicle whilst her other hand toys with the hem of your sweatpants, tapping in the right rhythm. “Do you want it?”

“More than anything.” Your response comes immediately. You’re soaked, and there’s nothing more in the world you want more than for her to touch you. “Please, Jen… Want your fingers inside.”

Yunjin is always eager to please, and you’re so glad for that. Her hand makes her way past your panties, and she smirks once she’s met with the mess you’ve made. “Does my dancing turn you on that much?” Her sultry tone does nothing but entice your moans, “Oh, Y/n… that’s pathetic.”

In any other situation, you’d give her mockery an answer just as filthy. But as her fingers brush your slit, gathering slick as Yunjin uses your juices to press her thumb on your clit, you can only muster a loud whine. Tangling your arms under her neck, you lift your hips a bit further, in hopes of having more.

More. It’s all you want. You need more.

“Jen, f-fuck. Please, I need—“ Two of her fingers enter your cunt unannounced, making you grasp. Yunjin’s movements are just as precise as her choreography, thrusting in and helping with the ache in your pussy right where you need it.

You’re not proud of how lewd you sound, all at your bandmate’s mercy as she fastens her pace on your dripping sex. She’s still in your lap, and the combined pressure feels just perfect.

Yunjin’s mouth leaves a trail of kisses in the valley of your boobs, her wet, cherry lips enticing the fire in your body. “I know what you need, baby. Just let go for me, you can do it.”

One command of hers and the tingling sensation that has been building up in your body explodes, allowing you to feel the wave of pleasure you’ve been so eagerly anticipating from the moment you entered the room. You cum with a high cry, with Yunjin’s fingers going even faster as you ride out from your orgasm. It’s not enough, though — you still need more. You think she’s going to give it to you, but your friend’s fingers retreat completely.

Yunjin’s left you a breathless mess, hot and bothered and just so desperate to have her in any way as you stare at her, hopeless and confused.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine, puting.

Yunjin laughs at the sight of your puppy eyes, so big and watery from frustration.

“Because that was it.” Her answer is resolute as if she didn’t make you cum seconds prior. With a fake frown, she adds, “Should I post it? Is it good enough?”

Taking a deep breath, you bite your lip as your hands find their way to her waist, bringing her to your lap once again. Even the smallest amount of friction _hurts_, from how horny you are, and you wince.

Noticing your struggles, Yunjin giggles as she leaves small, wet kisses on your jaw. You decide to play coy, too, “Not at all. In fact, I think you need a lot more practice. Go again, from the beginning… please?”

Yunjin laughs so hard she drops her head back, pinching your nose. “Sure, baby. I think so too.”

You kiss her again, exploring your way into her pretty mouth as your hands lift her shirt, groping her tits. Yunjin makes an effort to be perfect, and you’re so glad for her hard work.

“Oh, and Y/n?” She calls you, her tone all innocent. Yunjin’s lips are addicting, and she’s such a good kisser… it’s nearly impossible to focus on anything else. You hum in acknowledgment, and that seems to be enough for her, “You should lower your phone’s brightness before watching my thirsty edits, next time.”

You’d for sure choke again, if it weren’t for her devious laugh, silencing your shock with her sultry movements on your lap.

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop x y/n #sol writes #huh yunjin x you #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin smut #huh yunjin imagines #huh yunjin x y/n #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim smut #Spotify

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funera1pyre · 3 days

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vessel nsfw alphabet

was inspired by a few other writers to make my own!!! here’s vess, i may do the other members

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

vessel will spoil the fuck out of you after sex. you’re his everything, and he treats you with upmost respect. getting you water, wiping you down, running you a bath, anything you desire. will always tell you how good you were for him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

imo vessel loves his stomach. he loves when you kiss his abs down to his dick before you suck him off. also his hands, loves seeing how small you are beneath them.

for his partner, he loves your thighs. always leaves bite marks all over them and loves having them wrapped around his head when he eats you out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

vessel LOVES to cum inside you. the intimacy of it, also he has a huge breeding kink 🤭 will also cum on your face if you ask nicely

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he sometimes jacks off above you while you sleep. don’t hate me cuz im right

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s fairly experienced, and the more you two have sex, he memorizes all the things that drive you crazy

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

basic but he loves missionary because of the closeness of it. he gets to see the expressions you make and kiss you, and vess is such a romantic. i also think he enjoys fucking you against the wall

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

serious. he takes every act of pleasure with you as worship, a whole side of him takes over when the two of you fuck tbh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

definitely keeps hair down there but keeps it trimmed, has a happy trail ❗️

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

vessel is super romantic and intimate, not only just during sex. he’ll hold your hand, tell you how much he loves you as he cums deep inside you.. you’re his everything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i really don’t think he jacks off much (except watching you…. see above). he’d definitely like to keep himself pent up if he’s away from you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding kink 100%. as mentioned previously he loves to cum inside you and the idea of getting you pregnant drives him fucking crazy. LOVES when you bite him hard and will practically beg you to. also, overstimulation. he won’t stop making you cum until HE’S finished. will literally eat you out for hours

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

imma go basic and say the bed. again, vess is a very romantic person and he wants you to be comfortable. occasionally fucks you in public/risky places too

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in his clothes, when you kiss his neck, hearing you beg

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i definitely don’t think he’s into rough bdsm (ex. pain play) even if you consented to it, he wouldn’t like the idea of causing you pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

vessel LOVES sloppy blowjobs and fucking your mouth. on the other hand, he can spend hours between your thighs. bro is a munch

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can be both, but more often than not its slow and he takes his time with you. but if you’re being a brat? he can definitely be rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

vess doesn’t do quickies, as stated in the previous sentence he likes to take his time with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

absolutely. vess will try anything with you if you ask him to. also likes to fuck you in situations where you could get caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go all fuckin night ❗️ legitimately. he’s able to get hard again quickly after cumming and can cum multiple times in one session

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

tbh i dont think he would really be interested in them. he def has a collar for you, and will use your vibrator on you but nothing other than that

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s SUCH a tease. will tease you around other people/his bandmates all the time. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy and get you begging for him. he’s obsessed with the effects he has on you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

vessel talks dirty a LOT. he’s especially loud when he’s cumming, panting and groaning lowly, saying obscenities as he fills you to the brim

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

as i mentioned in one of my most popular posts, vessel LOVES to share you with the other members. it makes him so fucking turned on to watch them fuck you. his favorite sessions by far are with you and iii, domming both of you and having iii fuck you in doggy while you suck vess off 🫥

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

shouldn’t come as a surprise…. but vessel’s dick is huge. it still is hard getting used to.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high. i’d say if the two of you are together, you’re most likely having sex nearly every day

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he can definitely keep himself up for a while after sex. he makes sure he takes care of you first before relaxing, often waiting for you to fall asleep before he does.

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i hope you liked!!!!! i may do the other members but idk yet, thank you for reading :3

#sleep token smut #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token #sleep token imagines #sleep token x reader #vessel x reader

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karaonasi · 3 days

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BaxterMC Week hosted by @minthe-drawings

Entry #2 for Date Night

Lovely artwork by @rui-drawsbox

Midnight Romeo

Playlist: Crazy For You

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My hands shook as I held my phone in my hands. Honestly I wasn’t used to texting Baxter. Usually, we utilized our own little system of ‘calling cards’ left on each others’ doorsteps to communicate. But this time that wouldn’t work. It needed to appear out of the blue.

[Hey]

No. I deleted it.

[Good evening to you, Mr. Ward]

No. Lame.

Shit.

I made a couple more attempts before I finally decided to just type something polite but to the point.

[I hope I am not bothering you this late.]

[Actually, I was just wondering if there was a ‘too late’ for visitors for our resident Night Owl.]

SEND

I bit my lip as I held my breath waiting for an answer.

In fact, I knew that Baxter was still up. I had watched from the front entry window as the downstairs light in his house went out. So he would have gone up to bed but would not be sleeping yet. Yes. I know it’s bordering on stalking my boyfriend. And I would be lying if I said it was the first time I had looked out our windows for our hot neighbor up the street--even before we had officially started dating. But this time there was a reason behind it.

My phone started playing ‘Made You Look’ which I had assigned to Baxter and I thumbed the screen lock open…

[My most charming neighbor, Kit. What a welcome surprise to hear from you this evening.]

I snorted. Yup this was my boyfriend alright. Sexy as hell but his texting skills…well, they were odd to say the least. I continued to read:

[I am accustomed to my schedule at university where 11pm is merely the start of the evening. So I would say that generally anytime before 2am would be acceptable. Was there a reason for your query? ~Sincerely, Your Suitor, Baxter Alexander Ward]

I had to take a moment to stop laughing my ass off before I could truly process the text. He really could be adorably ridiculous at times.

[Just clarifying appropriate…foot placement in our dance]

[Wouldn’t want to step on any toes]

I bit my lip and stared at my screen, trying to decide if and what I should send by way of a goodbye. I was saved the trouble by a new incoming message.

No. Not a message, a sound file! I pressed play to be blessed with the sound of a deep purring laughter. “Oh my god…” I breathed Cove’s customary epithet, falling back onto the couch, clutching the phone to my heart as if shot with an arrow. When my heart calmed enough, I propped myself up on my arms and made sure to save that amazing sound in my phone. Then I realized there was another message attached.

[My Dear Kit,]

[To clarify]

[For you, I am available for practice--or lessons at any time.]

[Sincerely, Baxter Ward]

Seriously…this guy was soooo bad for my heart…

Quickly I ran upstairs to change into the outfit I had created just for this evening. I had planned this for a while, intending something fun and unexpected. But after both relatively disastrous ‘drink’ dates, I figured a life lesson in simple things might be worthwhile for my type-A boyfriend.

Several minutes later, I was standing below the balcony on the back side of Baxter’s condo. I was relieved to see that the light was still on. I wouldn’t want to wake him up. I wasn’t sure what time in the early morning hours would begin ‘Morning Baxter’ and the last thing I wanted was for him to fall off of the balcony in his morning haze due to me.

I pulled out my phone, holding it over my head ‘Say Anything’ style and played the theme song from the 1968 Zeffirelli version of ‘Romeo and Juliet’. This was plan A. If Baxter didn’t come out, then plan B was throwing pebbles at his window. Luckily, I didn’t have to resort to such tactics. Out came the man in question, my heart clenching in my chest just from the sight of him stepping out onto the balcony.

Confusion was plain on his aristocratic features as he leaned over the railing, brown eyes blinking down in the darkness below. “Kit?”

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Baxter is the sun.”

Yes, it was cheesy. And I had a hard time keeping a straight face as I recited the lines--with minor alterations. I almost wished Lee was here. Almost. Because I wouldn't have shared this time alone with Baxter.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief

That thou, her master, art far more fair than she…

The brightness of his cheek would shame those stars…”

I continued to the end of the verses before taking flight, my feet finding footholds in the side of the house until I could grab the balusters and lift myself up to climb over the railing. I’ll be honest with you. This wasn’t my first attempt. While Baxter had been up in Northern California I maaaay have practiced this once or twice (or more than twenty times) until I could do it as well as I saw in the YouTube videos I had researched. I’m just lucky that the neighbors are used to the sight of me and Cove climbing in and out of our houses at any hour of night so that I didn’t get the police called on me.

Having made it safely onto the balcony, I sat perched on the corner of the railing, unable to suppress the fact that I was rather pleased with myself. I just hoped Baxter was as well.

Baxter simply stared at me, blinking for a moment and I thought that perhaps I had miscalculated and he had fallen asleep already and I woke him. But no. After a moment, he seemed to recover himself. “Kit, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

A shiver ran down my spine straight to my lower region with the slight but definite emphasis on the word ‘pleasure’. Not helping was the easy view of his very inviting queen sized bed through the open sliding glass door to his bedroom. Neither was his attire: black silk pajamas practically calling out to be touched. As opposed to his customary black and white button down shirts that were always buttoned to the very top, the collar of his pajamas, even fully buttoned, left an enticing view of the hollow at the base of his throat. Not to mention a glimpse of where the dip below his collar bones swelled slightly into the very top of a lithe but defined chest…all covered by pristine pale pink skin that made my mouth want to--

I swallowed hard, tearing my thoughts away from that dangerous line of thought. I hadn’t come here to lust on my boyfriend and, even if I had, I knew that these impulses of my newfound libido were more than I was prepared to handle. I blinked and refocused upon the handsome face of my much too tempting boyfriend. He leaned casually against the doorframe to his open bedroom and I had to mentally redirect my unruly body’s impulses again from the sensual grace with which he moved.

My lips tilted into a lop-sided smile as I stood, leaning against the corner of the balcony. “In the spirit of our discussion after the theatre outing, I thought we could have a nice impromptu date tonight,” I explained, though I was also looking for consent from him.

His gaze raked over my long body, taking in the medieval-style doublet I had managed to put together and tight leggings, making everywhere his gaze touched seem to tingle. Then he looked down at his own attire, holding out his arms to more effectively show off the pajamas. “Alas, I fear I am not attired for such an occasion.”

I shook my head with a chuckle at the fact that he was purposely speaking with more antiquated formality than even his ‘normal’ due to the theming. “No. You are perfect as you are, Bax.” I couldn’t help the slight huskiness of my tone from just how attractive I found him—and not just on the outside. I loved his playfulness and sense of fun (when he wasn’t berating himself for small offenses), as well as the sharp wit of an even sharper mind. I stepped closer to him, reaching over his head to the eve of the house and batted at the edge so that a string white twinkle lights that I had rigged earlier fell into view. “I thought we could simply have our date here—“ I pulled out my phone, turning on the playlist of songs suitable for ballroom dance and set it upon the railing. Then I turned to him with a formal bow and held my hand out to him, “if you would be so kind as to favor me with this dance.”

His beautiful eyes lit up in the twinkling white lights and he kicked off the doorframe to take my hand. “Certainly, my Dear Kit,”

My breath hitched as his other hand found my waist, pulling my body close to his as well as from the small endearment. And we moved in synchrony, making full use of the small space.

“See? Something doesn’t have to be ‘ideal’ to be perfect, Bax.” I commented as we danced. “I don’t know about you but I find this, tonight, pretty damned perfect,” I murmured slightly huskily into his ear. And it was: the lights, the warm salt breeze, the ¾ moon in the sky, and the boy whom I had dreamed of for so long in my arms.

His lovely elfin face turned up to meet my eyes. “Yes,” he purred though his tone was softer, less…sensual than usual. “You know, we haven’t danced since that night at the Cypress. Not truly.”

Actually, we had danced on the boat Lee had hired for the day--even Cove. But that had been club dancing to a techno beat—which was definitely not the same thing as Baxter’s favored ballroom variety. Still it had been fun for the short time it lasted. I bent so that my forehead touched his. “No, but we are right now, which is what matters,” I murmured, caught up in the dreamlike moment that simply being with Baxter conjured…so much like 5 years ago and yet so much more. Eventually he rubbed the upturned tip of his cute little nose to mine. I returned the gesture. Before I knew it, my lips slanted against his. The kiss was light and sweet. But my body’s reaction was anything but. My eyes widened as I felt the sudden spike of desire and pushed away from him. “I'm sorry!” I blurted out, my cheeks flaring hot.

“It’s okay, Kit,” he soothed. He paused, with a speculative expression upon his handsome features. “Sometimes you make me forget about your dating history.” He nodded to himself and then held his hand out to me. “And there’s nothing wrong with that,” he repeated the gentle reassuring words he spoke that day on the shopping street. I bit my lip, still not able to meet his eyes. But I took his hand and felt him pull me closer once again, though perhaps not fitting himself against me quite so tightly. “Honestly, it’s rather flattering. And cute.”

It still was hard to meet his eyes, even as close as they were. “I bet you say that to all your partners,” I teased.

He paused and I wasn’t sure if I had made another blunder. I was about to apologize again but I felt him take a small breath, then he let out a soft but definite, “…no…” My gaze now did meet his, and there was something almost…sad in those beautiful deep brown eyes of his. But it was gone quickly as if it had never been there, to be replaced with a flirty yet somehow open smile. “In any case, it’s the truth this time.” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my features, my chest warming with happiness at Baxter’s unexpected confession. I bent my head to his again, our foreheads touching as our bodies continued to move in time with the music.

We spent a pleasant evening just dancing with each other on that balcony and learning more about each other…like how his favorite style is the waltz, and how I had come to favor modern dance styles recently. We attempted to salsa to contemporary music that wasn’t quite conducive to it until we both fell into laughter. By unspoken agreement, we declined a repeat of the club dancing. While fine in a group on a boat for a bit of fun, here alone together in the middle of the night…well, I was struggling enough without throwing kerosine onto the fire.

When it was time for me to go, I kissed him. Slow and a little deeper than my previous attempts this evening…tasting the edges of his parted lips, sharing his breath… I let go of him reluctantly and I wondered if I felt a similar reluctance in how his hands lingered on my clothing, or if that was just wishful thinking.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Darling Kit.”

“Sleep well, Bax,” I replied, knowing my face must be glowing from the joy bubbling up within me as I collected my phone. I swung one long leg over the railing, but Baxter stopped me.

“You know, you could use the front door,” he suggested with lifted brows.

“What kind of Romeo would I be if I didn’t use the balcony?” I chuckled playfully.

Baxter’s eyes closed and he shook his head with his own laughter. “You Californians really are wild.”

I winked at him before slipping the other leg over the railing. Impulsively, I turned around, quickly leaning toward Baxter to give him one last brief kiss before lowering myself in a controlled drop to the ground. I took one last look up at the slender figure on the balcony, giving a little wave before bounding off, my run turning into a solo dance of slow twirls, feeling like Eliza Doolittle in ‘My Fair Lady’:

“I could have danced all night

I could have danced all night

And still, have begged, for more…”

#baxtermcweek #kitkat #baxter ward #our life #our life beginnings & always #our life beginnings and always #olba #gb patch games #our life baxter #our life: beginnings & always #olba baxter

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aowyn · 3 months

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i have never been as good at art as i would like to be. however i have decided to stop being embarrassed about this. the only way to get better at art is to do art! so im going to do my best to 1. draw more and 2. post it on here

#i want to create for the sheer joy of it like i did when i was a teenager!#that quote like the time will pass anyway has been resonating with me lately #i wanna do projects that are creative output direct from my brain #since most of the creative projects ive been doing in recent years have been transformative of existing works like recording podfic #which i LOVE to do!!!#but i want to practice other skills as well #tldr im gonna DO ART #no matter my current level of skill #said el

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autisticaradiamegido · 9 days

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day 129

so was anybody going to tell me @adorkastock had their own random pose generator now or was i just supposed to find that out on my own

#day 129 #year 5 #aradia megido #homestuck #so hey genuinely i think adorkastock taught me to draw???#well among other things obviously. BUT.#in high school when i was just starting to like. understand anatomy as skill that i could Actively Practice #instead of just drawing whatever the hell i wanted and hoping it looked okay #i spent entire art classes just TEARING thru their deviantart page and drawing my blorbos in the poses i found #because my art teacher didnt know what to do with me since i was blowing through all the regular assignments WAY too fast #so she really just let me go nuts #and this was still homestuck mind you. like. it was 2013-2014 i was very much in the rabbit hole already #so fundamentally i have changed as a person in the last decade but also no i havent #ANYWAY it was adorkastock and line of action that basically got me Actually Improving at art at that point. cant recommend them enough trul

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puppyeared · 8 months

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#UAUHGG im havung oc thoughts. plaguing myBRAIN. i can feel my heartrate spiking holy shit #ok so. i rly wanna touch up presto and shuffles story without scaring myself out of it by overthinking it. esp the implications of #them having animal features and what they would eat. as well as worldbuilding character dynamics setting background characters ugghh.#constantly have to tell myself its just for fun. basically theyre rival magicians who keep their identities secret and fuck it up in #the funniest way possible LMAO. they rent the same apartment and the landlady accidentally gives it to both of them without them knowing #so they end up walking in on each other out of costume and have this weird tension around not revealing each others identities despite thei #borderline malicious rivalry. blackmail may or may not be involved i havent decided yet #they DO consider backing out of tenancy but they decide not to so they can make sure they dont reveal each others identities #thats the idea but its really abstract bc i dont have a direction or writing in mind. they just rattle in my head like spare change #other stuff i have rn is. they both consider each other a copycat and they have the same skill level of magic #but they have different styles and techniques theyre just too focused on outperforming each other to notice #presto likes to make people laugh so they probably include gags and impossible feats. shuffle is more elegant and focuses on #smooth movements and dangerous stunts. i want to make that reflect in their costumes but its hard bc stage magician costumes tend to stick #to suits and capes.. so idk. then maybe side characters like the landlady and other tenants but i havent given em much thought orz #i really should practice with concepts because i have a bad habit of making everything similar to the first try so its frustrating #and i suck at writing characters. but im doing this for fun so im trying not to get hung up on whether its generic or not #yapping #stares at the floor. maybe i should make a carrd for my ocs #oc talk #presto #shuffle

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catastrxblues · 6 months

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i hate group assignments so much oh my god

#i want to scream #fuck that #i still have to do another assignment and it’s 12 am #and tomorrow is sunday i have exams on monday so i can’t just leave it for tomorrow #well i mean i can but i don’t trust my time management skills enough to do it #the thing is #most of my friends *have* read the messages and some did contribute #but it’s mostly the two of us AND SOME DIDNT EVEN FILL IN THE TABLE WHEN ITS ABOUT *THEM*#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #i’m not cool about this i hate group projects so much #getting passive aggressive in texts because what the hell guys 😭#some i can understand because i know they were busy and booked due to competitions and practices and such #but YOU #you who responded in other groups YOU WERE ON #okay going to listen to some songs to let out this frustration and then continue on goodbye <3 #nadirants

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pinkfey · 11 months

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for the past four or so years i’ve been trying desperately hard to find joy in mediocrity but it’s so difficult </3

#like when u KNOW u don’t have talent in your art be it writing or graphics it’s so??#it’s a rlly strange. i think being aware of your lack of skill is a good thing and i don’t think i put myself down all that often #but i never improve. i try but i don’t improve. practice makes perfect and whatnot but what if it doesn’t !!#i don’t know how others just like. do it.#i write with zero depth and i knowwww i have depth within me!! i have brilliant concepts!! i just cannot!! write!! i am not gifted!!#it’s a repetitive and devastating experience #there is no moral value to creating art but like #how does one feel okay abt it when they know it’s a 4/10 at best??#i want to just be good. everyone in my life is good. why can’t i be good too!! why can’t i develop skill and talent as well!!#anyways i’m just talkin’ 🫶🫶#anyways.txt #negative.

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void-tiger · 9 months

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Well…if there’s one (1) good thing about having a crush, it’s that when I’m (for the moment anyway) not worrying about the other person’s boundaries and terror about whether I’ve stomped on them or not + my own frustration at how slow things are to just communicate verbally and directly instead of constantly dancing around nonverbal reads (that are two-way, I suppose but still no substitute, can still mean just about anything)…

…yeah. I do let myself be selfish. Acknowledge what I want instead of burying it so deeply away from my consciousness to not “take up space” I suppose. Finally give myself some damn permission to fall in love with another person “despite” being ace, and “despite” being chronically ill and struggling with my mental health.

And what is it I want?

To feel cared for. Cherished. By someone here. To wake up and have someone greet me with a gentle embrace mindful of the constant chronic pain especially in the mornings to not accidentally pinch things, but not treating me like glass, either. To be given autonomy instead of having it taken away—to do things together, FUN things, without being made to feel guilty about that “taking away” spoons from chores or “well why won’t you just work a job then!” but also respecting my need to rest periodically or take a longer rest after the fact.

To feel heard. To trust that there’s love enough for us to disagree and feel angry and frustrated and sad around eachother and with eachother without judgement, without the risk that things are forever one disagreement or misunderstanding away from falling apart completely or worse.

And please tease me. Teasing is a love language just as much as communication and encouragement and acts of service and finally being held. It’s verbal play, and I trust you to not bully me.

And…I’ve shown as much as I can, I think. I know you’re trying to mirror at least some of it. And I think I’m reading you correctly, but I wish I understood why you seem so terrified to talk directly to me.

#tiger’s musing #screw it. ‘don’t say i’m in love’ or whatever #and well. it will fade eventually. and I am very practiced at Behaving and keeping my feelings to myself #legit always have to do that the very few times I’m liked someone This Ain’t ‘Just’ Platonic Is It #because…guess what. the other person’s comfort and boundaries matters more to me #and friendships aren’t a ‘consolation prize.’ they’re the Good Shit #it’s…just that much harder when there isn’t that Direct Communication With Frequency for me #…bUT!! if he didn’t like me…why does he keep looking at me Like That?!#…right. hang in there for a few more weeks. I did hand over a script as..#…yeah. wonder if he realized /he’s/ the reason I finally found my nerve to write it the way I want #and for all my current ‘will you just RELAX and TALK to me yET?!’ frustration? he’s my muse for joseph!#I needed to see what a GOOD man even remotely looks like just as much as I needed someone like him #to accidentally or intentionally show interest (look. if ya gripe about wanting to do something. PUBLICALLY #(and it’s within my skills to make it available. guess what. I’m gonna call your bluff #(I’m too much of a writer and actress. if I see Checkov’s Gun I’m firing it!)#…does he realize that I basically told everyone off for pressuring him via social media and semi privately?#that the only reason why I started using facebook again was to get people to leave him alone?#(who knows. but that + him…kinda witnessing just How Bad my mental health is? is…when I think there was a turning point. maybe. probably.)#…I suck at socializing in Initial Stages. so much. it’s so uncomfortable #but…screw it. I’ve learned that I’ll use what power I have to change environments and make opportunities #even when it’s (deeply) uncomfortable for me to do so #…because sometimes you gotta blink first to make someone else feel safe. and hopefully latch onto that #and…yeah. guess I am patient. but also griping the entire time

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raskies456 · 1 year

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perhaps the most unexpected benefit of doing my own t shots is that the same skillset translates really well to loading samples into gels

#I remember back in bio lab 101 being like wow I’m weirdly good at loading dna gels for a beginner #and I became the designated gel loader for my group #but yeah I realize that it’s prob bc I self inject #esp now that I load protein gels and really tiny dna wells #bc it is the same idea of going the right depth into a small target with a fine point #keeping it steady #and releasing the fluid at the right pace #without bubbles #and it’s weird that I’d just pick up gel loading so fast without having former experience #bc when it comes to physical coordination and finesse I tend to take a lot of practice to do things #like I AM capable of fine motor skills but I don’t pick new ones up easily #so I was surprised that I was a natural with gels but then I realized I wasn’t #I just had been doing essentially the same thing for a while prior #and also in a situation where if you mess up you get immediate physical consequences of it hurts more #so yeah. Im getting a good grade in loading gels. something that’s normal to want #like compared to other lab techniques my gel loading just started out so much better #esp in regards to doing it well with speed #a lot of other stuff I can do but I can’t do fast without sacrificing accuracy #like it still takes me forever to pipette out a lot of samples #I’ve gotten much better but I’m still comparatively slow #enough so that If Im doing sterile stuff i either have to do small sections at a time or light the burner #while other people are fast enough to open all the tubes and pipette and close them without issue #but boy I can load a protein gel or dna gel with the maximum amount per well #456 words #lab tag #scopophobua tw

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gottagobuycheese · 1 year

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well, as the saying goes, out of the frying pan into the autoclave

#off work for the next 2.5 weeks but god at what cost #(the cost is small and entirely predictable and on purpose)#okay well the MONETARY cost was not small lol but at least they'll pay it back #note to self #SUBMIT THE CHANGE OF DATE RECEIPTS YOU WALNUT #the emotional cost on the other hand #t-minus one week until execution TuT #*slams pots and pans together* I! DON'T! WANT! TO! TAKE! A! SEVEN! TEEN! HOUR! TEST!!!!#I suppose there's some consolation in the fact it's no longer a 25-27 hour test. but. u g h #I wish out of all those years of school I could've at least learned how to study #but if nothing else I hope I have at least retained the mediocre skill of Taking Standardized Tests #Cheese's personal molasses #PROMISES TO MYSELF:#IF I PASS THIS EXAM ON THE FIRST TRY I WILL #A) JOIN ANOTHER MARTIAL ARTS CLASS #B) PRACTICE SOME MUSIC EVERY TIME I HAVE A DAY OFF #C) RESUME LANGUAGE LEARNING WHERE I LEFT OFF #D) WORK ON AT LEAST ONE DRAWING EACH MONTH AND/OR STUDY ONE ASPECT OF ART I WANT TO GET BETTER AT EACH MONTH #if I do not pass this exam on the first try...I will. study better. or at least more lol #assuming the entirely disproportionate and self-wrought shame does not annihilate me on the spot #BUT #reGARDLESS of how next week actually goes #it is t-minues TWO weeks until WICKEDDDDD #honestly very surprised my family have agreed to see it again #I figured it would be an over the hedge situation and they'd be sick of it with how many times I've re-watched it by now #but then I realized they were never there through the dozens of slime tutorials I've watched #and neither of the tour preformances I saw #so technically they only watched me watch it once #which is. much less than over the hedge back in the day #bummed I'm gonna have to be offline for orvww though :(

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ampharos-posts · 2 years

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the terrible part of being in an obscure fandom is that there is no merch being made for it anymore

#okay yo-kai watch isn't that obscure in japan #but it's fading into obscurity sadly #and i really want some damn hovernyan plushies #perhaps I will take up textile crafts instead #although my pursuits at the art of crochet have not gone well due to the complete and UTTER lack of safety eyes in my area #so the plush i was trying to complete cannot be completed #and i don't want to start new crochet projects if i can't finish the other ones #which means i can't practice #which means that currently on a scale from 1/10 my crochet skills are at about 0.5

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seraphdreams · 7 months

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JJK MEN AS YOUR PERSONAL TRAINER. | TOJI FUSHIGURO, GOJO SATORU, CHOSO KAMO, SUGURU GETO.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. having private sessions with the men prove to be an experience. what type of trainer are each of them?

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. smut, edging, degradation, praise, dry humping, fellatio, switch!choso, overstimulation, emo boy!choso, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, they are all whores. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 3.1k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! oh em gee ?? headcanon format ? yup! i originally wrote this as a little joke since i started pilates but then my mind wandered and it wasn’t a joke anymore. other than that, ino was supposed to be on the list but he couldn’t make it :( something about being busy .. regardless, comment / reblog if u like ! it would make my day, thank u ♡

TOJI — THE CORRUPT TRAINER.

there must’ve been a clear distinction as to why your trainer only allowed sessions from 9pm up until midnight, but your desperation when it came to relentlessly searching for a personal trainer didn’t leave enough room in your mind to think deeper about the true nature of its shadiness. all you needed was a spotter, and toji’s services claimed to provide just that.

and what happens when you combine height, a monsterous build, superhuman stamina, and a handsome face? well, you get toji fushiguro in all his abhorrent glory.

his chiseled body virtually doubled your frame with biceps the size of your head, shoulders wide enough to emphasize the narrowness of his waist, and veins crawling up his limbs even when the muscles weren’t flexed. a mean looking man with a scar over his mouth like some battered veteran. whatever he got into during the day was truly nothing you’d want to take part in.

inviting him over to your home gym was one thing, but it was looking to be another when his “help” took the form of sensuality; his large hands running along the back of your thighs when he’d seemingly fold you over with your legs on either side of your head for warm-up stretches, or even the occasional groping of your ass when it came down to squats, he was barely doing his job, what you paid a hefty price for, and yet you loved every bit of it.

“c’mon, you can take more of it, cant’cha?” toji’s gruff voice goads, watching the way your tiny cunt struggles with swallowing the head of his wrist-thick, bulbous cock. you were put in the awkward position of doggy, yet another one of his sessions derailed and he deemed this new workout could help you build up some much needed endurance. you were going to need it if you planned on keeping him around.

it surely seems that way when you’re practically running from the pleasure he pistons into you, thick cock kissing your cervix with each skillful, angled thrust of his. large hands were wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place for him — because if there was one thing your personal trainer was strict about, it was form. and your form was beyond perfect.

“‘s just too good.” you mindlessly whined, attempting your hardest to grip onto the thin cushion of the yoga mat beneath you. toji lets out a deep scoff at your vocables, driving his hips against your ass once more, this time a bit sharper with a hint of fervor as its aftertaste. “and you’ve been training with me for how long now?” his question came out in a mocking tone as his lips stretched wide in a crooked smile, that of a statement rather than a query.

“t-two weeks .. fuck.” you respond, mind going hazy from the gaining intensity of his potent movements. the feeling was all too much, it came as no surprise when pleasure began to surge from your spine to coil at your core, building up that high you've been chasing for the past hour, that grumpy ol’ toji continued to rip away from you.

pressing a heavy hand to the small of your back, he arches you forward, groaning at the sight of how swiftly you position yourself for him, your face pushed against the mat.

maybe his training has paid off. . “two weeks and you’re still struggling to take my cock?” he pulled your hips back against his, leaving you defenseless in the ministrations. “guess i need to train this pretty little hole of yours more often.”

with the end of his sentence, he snakes his thick arm around your waist, the pad of his thumb finding your achy, puffy clit, rubbing the nub in tight, harsh circles. if your moans weren’t already loud enough, you were sure the whole town could hear you by now, crying out his name like no tomorrow while your legs trembled with your impending orgasm. “‘m cumming! so hard!” you cry, drooling into the mat as he fucks you through your orgasm.

it wasn’t until soon after that he finally reached his high, sending hot and sticky ropes of cum into your womb. not once had a session with toji ended with him shooting his cum in a more responsible way, with a rubber. it was clear to you since the very first time you allowed his fantasies to come to fruition — toji didn’t believe in condoms.

your body went lax as soon as he pulled out, and he tucked his cock back into his pants, hovering over your sad frame with an amused smirk on his scarred lips.

“good session. i expect $800 wired to my account by the mornin’.”

GOJO — THE ENABLING TRAINER.

when you first showed up to the private room of your local gym in search of your assigned instructor for the night a.k.a “the strongest,” you were expecting some big burly man with a cocky attitude — someone you didn’t particularly get along with. but much to your surprise, instead, he was handsome; fluffy white strands of hair that strayed upwards and a million dollar smile with just the charisma, the charm to back it up.

gojo stood over 6 feet tall, and although he was on the lankier side, there was no denying the lean muscles that peeked through his skintight black top. he smiled, throwing a loose cloth over his broad shoulders.

“you ready to get started?”

your eyes greedily took him in, scanning over the finer details of his gorgeous build. it wasn’t until about thirty seconds of daydreaming about what he’d look like unclothed that you finally gave him a response in the form of a nod and hum.

of course satoru wasn’t an idiot, he could tell from how dazed you were during the first few minutes of instruction that you were focused on something else, not that he minds though, it’s truly an honor that a girl as pretty as you is capable of fawning over him, just as many others do.

after having to shake your thoughts whenever it came to watching him take a large swig from his water, droplets of the liquid streaming down his chin to graze his prominent adam's apple, or the soft appraises he’d coo when you finally got the hang of his workouts, it was the end of yet another vigorous session with him, sweat dripping from your chin down to your chest that was scantily clad in a baby pink sports bra. you held on taut to your water bottle as satoru carried conversation with you.

“you improved so much in just an hour. i’m proud.”

his praises barely reached your ears before you looked at him with adoration glossed over those pretty eyes — there was something about him that you just couldn’t get over, but you knew you needed him badly. you dabbed perspiration from your forehead with a matching pink towel, soft smile forming on your doll-like features.

“thank you,”

he nods his head slightly before starting, “you seemed a bit distracted today, though. something on your mind?” his query pulled you from your gojo-induced hypnosis, causing you to blink away the embarrassment pooling up within you. were you truly that obvious?

“hm? there’s nothing, i’m fine,” your reply came out low and sheepish while your eyes struggled to find anywhere else to settle besides those bright baby blues. he took it upon himself to inch closer to you, studying your features until you gasped softly once your back hit the wall. “nothing?” he asks for confirmation, and you affirm. “nothing.”

“all you gotta do is use your words if you need me.”

gojo’s hands found their way at your thighs, creeping them upwards underneath the thin spandex of your shorts. his touch felt hot against your skin, each brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your inner thigh causing shivers to trickle down your spine while he watched with mirth at your pitiful attempt to keep your whines at bay.

“i think .. i think i need you.”

with that, satoru smirked and lifted your leg up just enough so that it fell over his arm. his lips met yours with a salacious that only the whorest of whores could possess, skilled tongue angling its way inside your mouth to gently clash with yours in the sweetest harmony that had you buckling underneath the frame of his body.

it must’ve been a spur of the moment when you found yourself rutting your hips up in search for satoru’s, a pitchy moan sounded into the kiss when he matches your ministrations, grinding his sweatpant clad and half-hard, leaking length into the seat of your shorts; creating the most delicious sensation as the tip nudged against your clit.

his free hand took purchase at your cheek, his thumb rubbing ever so gently against the heated skin while his movements increased in greediness. your mind’s too hazy to make out anything besides the pleasure and build up of your orgasm — so much so, that it pulled you back to reality as soon as it hit, your sloppy kisses coating gojo’s soft lips in a thin sheen and the seat of your shorts sopping wet from the release of your high.

yet, gojo kept at it until he too came to a falter, cumming an ample amount in his sweats while groaning deep into your mouth. he separated from the kiss for just a split second before he took it upon him to goad,

“we can add 30 more minutes and i’ll give you more than just a taste.”

CHOSO — THE INTIMIDATING TRAINER.

a pierced tongue, some tattoos running along both veined arms, and a deep, monotonous voice were a recipe for your timidness when it came to the kamo, who you’d invited over for your very first home training session. it didn’t help that he was on the quieter side, responding to whatever small talk you’d make with one or two words while his intense eyes would follow every move you’d make as he’d help with your form.

he truly wasn’t a bad guy, or so you thought. even now, during your session with him, his praises were appropriate, he wasn’t too handsy nor did he seem to have any ill intent; being with him felt surprisingly comfortable and refreshing just as the crisp, cold water you two were currently drinking, made fresh from your refrigerator’s tap.

“was it too intense?” he’d asked in regard to the exercises you had just completed. intense was an understatement, you didn’t know how you could move your body in such ways that you did, which wouldn’t have been possible without his expertise. choso set the chilled glass of water down onto your coffee table, feeling coy from sitting on your couch, something he’d never done even with his regulars, and in response, you shook your head at the query, settling yourself by his side.

there was truly no denying how absolutely stunning you were, like some angelic being brought to him from the heavens up above in the form of the sweetest thing he’s ever met. he was afraid that if he blinked too hard, you’d vanish.

the more his eyes focused on your lips when you talked, how you’d massage the sore muscles of your thighs and even let out cute whines because of the fact, the more he found it harder to contain his thoughts, rapidfire in his mind. those perverted thoughts that only some horny teenager could have, not a well off adult like him.

yet, it wasn’t enough to stop him from getting hard in his sweats, a dark grey patch spreading at the crotch, what he’d hoped you’d mistake as spilt water.

“shit,” with that of a husky sigh, he ran his hand over his face, tinges of pink battering the tattooed scar across his nose and cheeks. “i’m sorry.”

oblivious to his situation, you were quick to express your inquiry. “sorry about wh- oh.” the head of his cock practically peeked through the barrier of the hem of his sweats while he made a futile effort to cover himself with one of your pillows once you had realized.

he looked cute like that, embarrassed by something so natural that it even spurred on your arousal, the thought of him getting worked up over you doing virtually nothing. “i-it’s okay.. i can help you if you want.” you offer, moving your position to sit between his thighs.

violet hued eyes widened from your newfound boldness, the clearing of his throat being the only true source of sound he could make in that moment.

“nah, nah. it’s-“ before he could inch out the words, you were drawing featherlight circles at his tip over the fabric, causing his breath to hitch and resolve to falter.

choso wasn’t someone who’d allow himself to be in such a pathetic situation, yet the thought of you carrying out his perfect porn plot fantasy was all he needed for that internal morality to fly straight out the window.

you chuckled at the way he hiked himself up when you finally took him from his bottoms and into your hot, wet mouth. just the sight of his cock disappearing past soft, glossy pink lips has his temperature rising, feeling as though he could pass out.

it’s hazy for him — your hand at the base, the rhythmic bobbing of your head slowly while gradually picking up speed. he never would’ve thought the job he took on for extra cash to fund his college textbooks would end up with someone as gorgeous as you giving him a chance. every pump of your hand around what couldn’t fit into your mouth had him groaning, bucking his hips up as gently as he could without battering the back of your throat.

though, he wouldn’t mind if he did.

staving off a gag, you ultimately increased your pace, determined to get him off while your other hand fondled his plump balls.

from the faint touches alone, he could feel his high approaching, embarrassingly quicker than usual. yet, he couldn’t help it when you started to grow sloppy, a mix of spit and precum dribbling down his shaft.

“w-wait, fuck.. ‘m gonna.”

it took no time for him to shoot his seed into your awaiting throat, his head thrown back against the headrest while he bucked his hips to jettison every last drop. you swallowed all he had to offer before pulling away, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

maybe he wasn’t as intimidating after all.

GETO — THE CHARMING TRAINER.

you were his favorite. you had to be. even in the long line of women waiting to have their own turn with him, you were always a top contender. he had always made time for you, and you alone.

geto’s popularity made perfect sense in your mind. he was tall, handsome with narrow features and dragon tattoos strung along both arms, a man ahead of his time. not to mention, his docile, gentle demeanor. he was charming as all get out and you were beyond aware of your superstar status of being the only one he wanted.

“are we actually going to get some training done or is there something else you want to do?” he straps his fingerless gloves around his palm, tank top tight around his torso, carving out each and every trace of his abs while looking over you, a pleasant smile quirked at his lips.

you felt sheepish under his sharp gaze, a feeling that comes all too natural with expert trainer, suguru geto. “i’m fine with whatever you have in mind, sugu.”

if you didn’t know any better, you’d swore you saw his cheeks dust in the lightest shade of pink at the endearing nickname. you were cute, too fucking cute and perhaps, that was the reason he kept you around.

“i’m thinking we test that stamina ‘nd see if you can hold up riding me?” he hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up just slightly. “no help, all on your own.” in all honesty, you could definitely take up his challenge. how hard could it be to take some dick?

or so you thought.

“fuck, sugu! ‘s too much!”

you wouldn’t want to be caught dead in the miserable state that you were in but it ultimately did seem as though geto’s lessons had gotten you nowhere. the tip of his cock wasn’t even an inch past your cunt while you rested your hands on his broad shoulders, pathetically trying to take what was the easiest part.

he smirked at you, resting his hands behind his head. “i’m not helping, princess. i meant it.”

you continued to try and sink yourself down onto his unreasonably thick cock, a soft crack of a whine tumbling past parted lips when your pussy engulfed another half inch of him. “but-“

“if i have to help you, we’re not finishing until you’re a mess.” he grits, not harsh enough to come off as daunting but stern enough to warn you. yet, the warning fell to deaf ears when you began to whorishly beg pleas of “help me, sugu. help me.”

from that, he let out a low groan, his hands on your waist sinking you all the way down to the base before he gained stability, flattening his feet onto the floor and fucking his cock into your fluttering cunt.

with the way he moves, you were almost positive you had the wind knocked out of you from those first few thrusts alone. soft babbles resonated throughout the room while you clung to his body like it’d comfort you in the hell that was his potent ministrations.

you felt far more sensitive than you ever felt, white hot pleasure coiling within you in no time, your pussy tightening around his shaft in such a suffocating way, geto felt as though he couldn’t breathe either. “s-so tight, princess. i know you wanna cum, cum for me, baby.” he goads through a strained voice, his thumb now working between your folds to find purchase at your clit, rubbing the puffy nub in moderate circles.

“if you do t-that, i might—“

and before you knew it, you were gushing around his pretty cock, face twisted in the prettiest picture of pleasure. the aftershocks of your orgasm were way more intense as you were fucked to overstimulation, a sly grin on his lips.

“told you we weren’t stopping, darling.”

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hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

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