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dvcky-duck · 7 months

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tried doing surreal art, really fun :D the 'sketch':

just kind of a big fat mess of photoshop <3 and here are the images I used/referenced

all from pinerest hehehe

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yakiswifey · 1 year

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Chapter 1

NOTES FOR THE READERS:

ok so i know this is clearly an aggressive yaki au but it doesnt have to be this was just the direction i started to go in. This is something I found in my docs and I’d like to share the concept with everyone. Yes, this is enemies to lovers. Anytime you see a separation between paragraphs this is POV shifting from you to Kyk. My inbox is OPEN, if anyone has requests.

“Congratulations, you made the team”

You’ll never forget the day you made it to what you consider the dream team, all your hard work paying off in the end. The day you opened up the letter signed to you announcing the news you had been waiting for. The sense of accomplishment flooded through you, pleased with yourself for once. All your friends and family deemed you lucky and were proud of you. You made a promise to yourself to not get distracted along the way. The sound of the fan running in your studio apartment, just arriving back from checking the mail. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of seeing the application addressed to you, as much as you wanted to scream you held composure. That whole night you could hardly sleep knowing what the future held for you, time passed slowly than within an instant you were starting your very first game on the team.

The air in the locker room felt hot and sticky, shouting could be heard from outside as you laced up your shoes for your first game. You were a freshman on the college volleyball team, another new face and considered a pester for your older teammates. You checked yourself out in the mirror before stumbling out onto the gym nervously, you felt like a baby giraffe using its legs for the first time. “Get it together…” You told yourself. Your talents were undeniable and you deserved your spot on the team, regardless of the anxious thoughts that ran through your mind. A deep breath filled your lungs and left in a moment's release, hands slightly shaky and clammy. People lined the rows, eagerly awaiting the game to start while everybody cheered for their favorite players and teams. Standing up straight for a sense of false confidence, you stood in your position ready. You could feel one pair of eyes in particular latching onto you, who? No other than your team captain, of course. Kim Yeon-Koung, one of the best volleyball players in the world was staring directly into your soul as if already displeased with you. Her eyes were piercing like a hawk and her eyebrows furrowed together as she had only one goal in mind, winning.

Yaki moved with grace across the gym, seemingly every time the ball came her way she could score a point. No matter who she was up against her expertise and professionalism shined through, she remained a true force to be reckoned with. You always admired how she made it look so easy, nearly effortless when it came to doing what she loved. As the game continued on, the focused look she had only left her face when it was time to celebrate. Her charming smile could switch off to an intimidating death stare towards the opposing team within an instant, that was the competitive nature about her. She was magnetic to you even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. She was so attractive it was easy to look past her defensive and stern demeanor. There has been a time too many when Yaki had gotten onto you, whether it was for hitting the ball in the wrong direction or simply not playing exactly how she wanted you to. When it had become game time she turned ruthless, at times she even hurt you and your other teammate’s feelings.

Regardless… She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Hit the ball, idiot!”

Somehow you managed to lose your train of thought midgame, the ball flew right by you and hit the floor allowing your opponents to gain a point. Yaki threw her hands up in the air, muttering curse words under her breath. Nothing made her angrier than when we royally screwed up, especially a mistake made by a younger teammate. Her attitude could shift from sweet to seeing red within an instant. You cuffed your face with your hands, wiping off some sweat. Pure humiliation and shame sent a shock through your body, knocking you back down to Earth once again. You wanted to run or hide, anywhere away from everyone else but you couldn’t. Yaki took a deep breath and made a “come here” motion with her hands and you knew all her wrath was about to be released upon you. You made your walk of shame towards her, keeping your posture as stiff and tall as you could in an attempt to not display your guilt.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not losing because of you. Get it together, Y/n.”

“Im sorry I-”

“I don’t care, that will not ever happen again.”

She scoffed and fixed her position, making sure to scrunch her face up enough to express her disdain for you. You hated that you could never defend yourself with her, as much as you knew you were in the wrong. Everyone held their places and the game continued, this time you were going to prove yourself. The winning team served the ball and this time your eyes were hyperfocused on it. One of your teammates hit the ball to the other side but the defense knocked it back over to you, this was your chance and you took it. You slammed the ball with your palm as hard as you could, your opponents scurried over to defend but they were no match. You scored a point, quickly recovering from your hiccup earlier. You threw your hands up and cheered with the team, a big smile covered Yaki’s face. Nothing made you happier than when she was proud of you. She always managed to shift your emotions, hitting every notch on the spectrum from anger to butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.

Both teams were now even and whichever team scores will be the winner. Yaki gave a quick pep talk, assuring everyone we could have this. Regardless of her rough exterior, she was an amazing coach and you knew that. You respected her even though you knew she saw you as an ant. Every time she switched from being angry to happy with you it tugged at your heartstrings, leaving you absolutely hopeless. You doubted she even acknowledged your existence sometimes but the high was enough to keep you confident for the remainder of the game. Your team served the ball and thus came the usual back and forth of the two teams. This one was tough since everyone was fighting for a win, footsteps squeaked across the floor as everyone shouted at each other. Sure enough, Yaki hit the ball and made it land smack across the floor. The team huddled together to give everyone a joyous embrace, Yakis hand graced your back before pulling away. Being within her presence never lasted long enough.

You hunched over on a cold metal bench, sweat running down your back and neck. The stench of gungy knee pads and sopping uniforms filled the air. Bodysprays and deodorant attempted to mask the hazardous scent. Your gaze stayed on the worn blue tiles along the locker room floor. The scuffle and rummaging of tennis shoes and lockers flinging open, cheering and laughter layered over. You grabbed a soft cotton towel and headed to the showers, a curtain covered the cubicles. You whipped the curtain open impatiently and began taking your clothes off, hanging them over the steel rod above you. Soapy suds and a thick lather coated your body, a holy cleanse after the intense game you endured. Hot water hit your back as your mind recalled Yaki lecturing you, the way her eyes seemingly filled with hatred and resentment. Though the game was won, your mind ate at your flaws and faults.

Never good enough.

You turned the faucet off and began to dry off, wrapping a separate towel in your hair. You felt clean and fresh, ready to go home and pass out. Upon leaving, you saw the girls all huddled around Yaki as she rambled. Laughter and giggles from everyone eating up one of her elaborate storytimes, admittedly she was funny. Looks and a good sense of humor, she had everything. You picked up your duffel bag and let it slouch over your shoulder before heading towards the door. It was obvious how a few girls just wanted brownie points with the captain, some kept their distance because they couldn’t stand her. At the moment you weren’t sure where you and Yaki stood until she called your name out just before you could leave. She stood up and cut her storytime short, feet scuffling over towards you. She cleaned up well as you could smell her musky perfume lingering from her body as she moved closer.

“Let’s talk.”

She pulled you out for some privacy, her hand resting on your shoulder.

You nodded your head in obedience, ready for whatever criticism she was about to give you.

“How did you not see it coming? I’ve never seen you freeze up like that before.”

Her hands cupped the air in frustration, the concept of it being your first game and never playing in front of that many people never occurred in her mind. Even though you knew, who was really distracting you at the moment. You paused, your eyes pointed at the ground as you tried to come up with an excuse. You felt the heat of Yaki’s intimidating glare on you, looking you up and down in pity.

“I made a mistake, there is no excuse for it and I’ll admit that. It won’t happen again but stop acting as you weren’t in my position before.”

“Because I wasn’t, I was much better than you at your age.”

She cocked a sly grin and tilted her head, she thought herself hilarious and cute. However, you found nothing funny about the situation. Your mind raced with a hundred scenarios where Yaki could have passed the ball to a better spot or times when she let her close friends off the hook when they messed up yet got onto you for the slightest mistake. Your eyes wanted to jolt all the way to the back of your brain but you didn’t wanna come off too rude to your senior. You smacked your teeth together and said nothing, the both of you making eye contact. The air grew quiet and tense as she knew you weren’t saying how you truly felt. Either way, she felt as though it was the perfect time to listen to the sound of her voice yet again.

“Practice tomorrow morning, eight o clock. Be there, your career depends on it.”

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Yaki switched into a shirt and shorts to assess her daily wine down, It had been a long day after all. Every day is a long day for an athlete, the body was in good shape but the mind remained heavy sometimes. She lives alone, on the days she isn’t busy she is usually staying out of the public eye. Her notoriety had sparked in recent years especially despite being well known for a long time now. Yaki, let out a big yawn before collapsing in bed and turning on something to watch, presumably her usual drama. The apartment was quiet but tidy and kept. For the most part, she was content with living alone but it does get lonely. The difference between going from loud cheering crowds to silence is hard to adjust to. Every night she did a quick rundown on what the teammates need to improve, at the end of the list was you. There was never a moment where Yaki doubted your talent, it was your focus that came into question.

What is that girl always thinking about?

Yaki sighed after closing her laptop. Silence, darkness then came the tossing and turning. Reaching over to the other side of the end table she grabbed her phone and opened up her socials, scrolling to see if anyone has posted anything new. She paused and clicked her tongue, feeling nosey enough to search up your name. You both followed each other but never interacted much, things were always friendly if they weren’t tense. Admittedly, she knew you were the easiest to get a reaction out of. The way you pulled yourself away from her was noticeable, whether you meant to or not.

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#kim yeon koung #kim yeonkoung #yaki #bread unnie #POV #alternating pov #SERIES #dabbling #plot #idea #submissions #Fanfic #yaki x reader #Kim Yeon koung x reader #alternate reality

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randomreasonstolive · 2 years

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Reason to Live #8035

Dabbling in my interests and practicing to get better! – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

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skye-high-multiverse · 10 months

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"Just because I can shapeshift, doesnt mean it's easy to find clothes."

"I'd just assume you'd stay in your true apperance. Doesnt changing your body's shape constantly tire you out?"

"Nah, I just find it annoying that my closet's the most weirdest fuckin' thing on the planet. I'm 6'1, why would I need clothes a shrimp like you can even wear, Mon?"

"You slightly change your apperance to make yourself look more attractive to girls."

"....." Mikal begins to recite a massive fireball spell.

-Monroe flees the battle.-

#dabbling #muses #dash commentary

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the-faultofdaedalus · 9 months

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magic system where “dark magic” and “light magic” are literal terms - dark magic consumes photons, making an area around the spell visibly darker, sometimes to an Extreme extent, and light magic releases photons.

because of this most dark mages tend to work in very brightly-lit areas (either artificial light or outside in the daytime) to fuel their spells and wear and use lightly coloured clothes and tools so that they’re easier to see in the dimness their spells create, whereas light mages wear heavy, sometimes leaden robes (depending on the work being done) and the magical equivalent of welding masks to protect themselves from what can be an extreme amount of light, and sometimes other kinds of electromagnet radiation!

needless to say this is incredibly confusing for anyone unfamiliar with the culture

#light mage about to unleash an absurd amount of infrared radiation wearing those heat suits volcanologists use:#of course many light mages dabble in dark magic as extra layers of protection #and vice versa - dark mages using light magic to light up their work spaces #though most specialize #sadly all theories of perpetual spell craft - light spell powering a dark spell #have been proven to not be feasable

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blueeyedskysblog · 6 months

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What a shame, what a waste of a weekend night,

All alone here, you're so far out of sight,

Distantly calling out my name,

Come to me darling, what a shame.

Two peas in a pod, birds of a feather,

What a shame that we just can't be together,

Shadowed love, seeing twinkles in your eyes,

Hold me so close, hold me tight.

Dancing in the dark, lonely stares from the eyes,

Softly spoken whispers of a treacherous goodbye,

Then a crash, what a shame for my mask to fall,

Sorrow dances, splendidly, slipping out to the hall,

So elegant and beautiful, all it takes is one touch,

Can we keep on dancing? Will it ever be enough?

Can you feel the rhythm? Can you feel my soul?

Heart beats faster, but where can we go?

Sorrow sees the tears I leave, holding me so close,

I see the pain, I know it hurts you to see me so,

Please don't blame me for how sorrow moves,

You cant help me, they know all my roots,

You're in the way, I don't want anymore goodbyes,

Sorrow is sporadic, creeping through our lives,

Tug of war, back and forth, ripping at the seams,

I promise to visit, you'll see me in your dreams,

Sorrows dance goes on and on, a never ending show,

I hear your warnings, pleadings, please don't go,

Your voice is angelic, I feel it deeper in my mind,

Please say you need me, is it already that time?

I wish this wasn't who I am, it's not who I want to be,

Locked in a cage, and it's filling, as far as I can see,

You wipe away my tears, please take me by the hand,

You keep on talking, I think you finally understand,

Gifts of peace, jealousy of a once happy life,

Gripping tighter, it's in the air tonight,

I can feel your heart again and again with me

Please, oh God, please, just set me free,

I feel your breath, your fingers trace my skin,

Compliments and pleasantries begging to come in,

Your comfort and sorrows chaos all at war,

I don't want this, always begging you for more,

Words crash to the ground like bullets from the sky,

You really think you can save me? Who better than I?

Reassurance, laughs and a soft hearted smile,

This war is going on forever, we only have awhile,

Sorrow pulls the strings of my quartet,

You cut them down, covered in a cold sweat,

Can we really win this? Can we really leave?

I want to escape, I know where we can be,

Thank you for the assistance, thank you for the help,

I said no more goodbyes hun, you know the pain I felt,

I see it creeping into you, I see it just the same,

So we flip the coin of you and I, damn, what a shame.

Once a beautiful smile, now gritted in the depths,

Is this really how I sounded? Peace after death?

Please just listen to me, please just come back,

I know all of sorrows moves, collecting their plaques,

You don't have to take this burden, not all alone,

I know the pain I've caused, I know what I've shown,

If I could take it back I would, regret is the worst,

Reach out to me, anyone, we know you're not the first,

Can you feel me with you? Can you hear my voice?

What did sorrow tell you? I know it's not your choice,

The void is darkness and misery all entwined,

Prayers and hope for anything, the stars aligned,

It starts small, but I can see it, eating at your flesh,

Please stay with me, please don't go to rest,

I know I'm being selfish, I can see all the signs

The pain we all cause, human nature's not divine,

I can cut the ropes, I can bring you out,

Take the first step, I'll build a bride, lose the doubt,

Come to me darling, what a shame,

Distantly calling out your name,

Two peas in a pod, birds of a feather,

What a shame that we just can't be together,

Shadowed love, seeing twinkles in my eyes,

Hold you so close, hold you tight.

I see the haze around us, don't know if we can stay,

Carry our war with us, couldn't have it any other way,

Leaning for support, lovingly goes on the name,

We won't slip, or back track, Sorrow lost this game.

#poem #poetry #sorrow #depressing shit #dabbling

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xtremeservers · 1 year

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EA is dabbling in a spot of democracy... https://www.xtremeservers.com/blog/the-sims-4-players-can-now-vote-on-the-themes-for-its-next-few-kit-expansions/?feed_id=72842&_unique_id=645ec6554be36&The%20Sims%204%20players%20can%20now%20vote%20on%20the%20themes%20for%20its%20next%20few%20Kit%20expansions

#PC #dabbling #EA #spot

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schmanguss · 1 year

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#smallplanescoffee #arboretum #coffee #grind #brew #bloom #frenchpress #mediumroast #washingtondc #roaster #dabbling #java #tastetest #adulting https://www.instagram.com/p/CpFvstYuDGq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#smallplanescoffee #arboretum #coffee #grind #brew #bloom #frenchpress #mediumroast #washingtondc #roaster #dabbling #java #tastetest #adulting

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amyrahrose · 3 months

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°Content warning: Oneshot with JJK men. Sexual theme, Adult theme, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) missionary, pet names.

Author's note: 18 and under, Get to steppin'! Everyone else, please enjoy! 🤎

“That’s it sweetheart, just like that. You’re taking daddy so well.”

You moan shamelessly as you clenched around him, enamored by the feel of the veins of his long, thick cock rubbing against your walls. The squelching sounds of your pussy becoming louder by the second, intensifying as his strokes became more fluid and deep, bringing you closer to that sweet release you desperately craved for.

“I think she’s enjoying this princess, just listen to her purr for me, fuck.” He groaned out. Looking down at where the two of you are connected, the sight of your puffy pussy engulfed around him like a glove had him going feral. Never has he had good pussy like this, he was obsessed. You were made for him.

“Daddy, I’m close. Please don’t stop.” You whine out.

“Cum for daddy baby, make a mess all over this dick.” He moaned out.

The sight of you coming undone for him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull, back arched off the bed and squeezing his dick was all it took for him to finish right behind you.

“Fuck.” He dragged out as thick ropes of his cum spurted out, filling you up and imprinting your walls with his seed. As you both took a moment coming down from the high and catching your breath, he captured your lips in a deep, sensual kiss before looking you deep in your eyes.

“Good girl.”