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monicahar · 2 years

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drunken nights.

when they get a bit too wasted...

characters; cyno, scaramouche, tighnari, kazuha, nilou, shenhe

; gn! reader, alcohol/drinking, established relationship, slight nsw themes of scara's hehe, this is so unnecessarily long

if you somehow manage to get this man to drink away his burdens, CYNO would be the goofy type of drunk. usually, he'd keep his jokes to himself, waiting for an opportunity to insert them in a conversation. but when he's utterly besotted, that boundary completely disappears into thin air. think of it as a barn of chickens, once his mental capacity is impaired due to drinking, all those chickens escape, about to enforce chaos. you and your friends now have to listen to his horrible jokes throughout the entire night, even if they have no correlation to the topic of the conversation whatsoever. it also doesn't help a bit that he contagiously cackles at all of his jokes. his soar laughing fills the entire table with a sense of melancholy. even after you both get home, he's still cracking horrible jokes whilst you're trying to shove water down his throat.

“hey, hey, [name], do you know why I love you so dearly?” you stay quiet, minding your own business until he suddenly wraps his arms around you—earning a small yelp as he breaths down your ear. “because you're perfect.” “cyno...that's not even funny...” you struggle to surpress the incoming blush. “it's not a joke, you walnut...”

if SCARAMOUCHE ever entertains the thought of getting drunk to momentarily forget his burdens, he'd probably only want to do it alone with you. which is why you're both now in his inazuman-styled bedroom, cups of sake in each other's hands as you both quietly talk just about anything, throwing in some insults here and there because we know how he is. i see him becoming almost becoming a completely different person when drunk. he's more chill, and is definitely a lot more talkative than when he's sober. “i saw a cat today, it reminded me of you.” you lean onto his shoulder, feeling the headache already. “was it mean to you?” he throws a slight glare. “bingo. it was cute though. much like you.” he doesn't have the heart to get mad at the moment. not because he's drunk or anything, but because of how grazing hot your skin is against his. both of your kimonos are loosened due to the growing heat of the room.

he catches a glimpse of your bare shoulders and collarbone, a canvas ready for him to paint with...ahem. suddenly feeling a carnal desire burn inside him, he quickly shifts his position, looking more carefully at your flushed face, dilated eyes as you breath heavily. “kuni, is it just me or is it getting warmer—” you're unable to finish talking as he crashes his lips onto yours. good night ;)

TIGHNARI would be too refined and busy for such activities, so i will use his status as a researcher to my advantage. he's come across a wide variety of plants, but one of your favourite discoveries of his would be that one particular mushroom that enacts alcoholic symptoms upon a living being that consumes it. you both come across it during an expedition, and unsurprisingly—he wants to see its capabilities, ordering you to record it's effects, and to bring him back to ghandarva ville if it turns out serious. he chews on it, slightly grimacing at the taste before he says he feels nothing. making sure to take a sample, you both trudge home just in case it has delayed effects. his guess was right it seems, much to his dismay. you remind yourself to record the effects as he had instructed, but...he's so cute! you can't help but coo at his flushed state, clinging onto your waist as he babbles about nonsense.

“okay, tighnari...i have to write your paper, let go of me for a bit...!” you freeze when he slightly growls in annoyance, tightening his grip on you. his tail wags when you start rubbing his ears, “no...forget it for now...it's just some alcoholic shroom anyways...” “it could turn out more serious, you know?” “don't care...just stay close to me.” he says that, but the very next morning—he's now scolding you for getting distracted from your objective. you had it coming.

we've all seen it. the legendary drunk KAZUHA during the golden archipelago event. he's canonly a slurring mess when drunk, much contrary to his usual poetic self. he leans onto your shoulder, hugging your arm as he coos at how “beauti'fuuul” you are. you can hear venti snicker in the background, earning him a glare from you. he raises his hands in defense and winks, "ehe, he's really intoxicated, isn't he? not just by the beverage, but by you as well." "how romantic!” xinyan cheers. deliberately returning your gaze towards your drunked lover. “kazu, it's time to go home. stand up for me will you?” you attempt to pull him up, but you're surprised to see that he immediately shoots up from his seat, swaying a bit from his dizziness. “hehe, anything'fo my super amaziiiing luvwer...” it reliefs you to know that he still recognises you despite not being fully rational at the moment. arriving at the inn you both rented a night for, you clean him up before plopping down on the bed, exhaustion taking over your sense as he suddenly crawls over you.

“kazu, you need to sleep early. we have a trip tomorrow...” he pays no mind to what you said, leaving butterfly kisses on your neck as you tremble under his hold. this is escalating a bit too fast, you think as you slightly lean back. “mm, i'll sleep, dun' worry...” he hums, muttering an apology onto your neck before snoozing off. what a handful.

as a renowned dancer in sumeru, NILOU is often invited to many parties or celebrations. after dancing for her audience, she'd of course get invited by people to their tables, in hopes of getting to compliment her for the amazing performance. she never drinks alcohol though, choosing to drink juice to maintain her composure and image. except for that one time you were getting forced to drink, but obviously didn't want to so she drank a cup in your stead, earning howls of laughter from your fellow buddies. “how bold of you.” you tease her, causing her to blush. “it's just—you seemed uncomfortable so...” “you're lightweight though. will you be alright? sorry in advance if this gets you in trouble with your manager.” ahhh. :D she completely forgot about that part. raising a brow at the way her expression freezes, you giggle at her usual airhead self. “don't worry. i'll explain it to them in person.” you hold her hand as she starts to sway, her eyes staring to close from the headache that's already growing. that cup of sake was probably a bit too much for what she can handle.

as she's currently freed from her subconscious need of containing her image, she's now smiling like an idiot as she leans onto you, hugging your waist as she nuzzles her face onto your neck. her thoughts are eventually blurred as she starts doze off, only thinking about the way you smell very nice.

someone who you'd never expect to be a fun drinking buddy would be SHENHE. the line that her red seal creates between her soul and her emotions are blurred when she gets intoxicated. choosing to get drunk with you would mean she's intentionally dropping her guard around you, wanting you to see a more vulnerable side of hers. "i often wondered if me having an adeptus's diet would affect how alcohol would take effect in my body. turns out, no...this drink is a dangerous weapon.” you snort at the seriousness in her tone, “yes, very dangerous indeed.” she perks up all of sudden. “your laugh just now.” you blink at her statement. what was wrong with your laugh? you tilt your head, beckoning her to continue. “it was very...cute...? is that how you use that word?” “you only found it cute just now?” you say with a false expression of hurt. “i never thought you to be so cruel with me shenhe...” she tilts her head much like you did earlier. “i've always thought it was 'cute'. i have to constantly tell you?”

you slightly pout, “yes. you do. i want affirmation from you too, you know.” and with that, she suddenly stands up, leaving her cup at her side of the table as she makes her way towards you, abruptly leaning down as she awkwardly cradles your face with her hand. you can smell the alcohol from her lips as your breath hitches. “[name], you're cute.” the words come out more stiff than she intended, but you still found it heartwarming nonetheless.

#tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #nilou x reader #shenhe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #har❗fiction

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miwtual · 8 months

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hey kai if you want could you do a tutorial on how to put gifs inside shapes (like your MARGOT ROBBIE as HARLEY QUINN in the DC EXTENDED UNIVERSE) it looks so good

howdy anon! i’ve answered something similar to this before, but i figured that a proper tutorial would be nice, so thank u for sending an ask about it :)

as per usual, you will need basic giffing knowledge for photopea, as well as the website itself, to complete this tutorial. this tutorial is also very wordy, but i do have some images to help with the process. if you have any questions about the process, please feel free to send in another ask.

without further ado, let’s go!

so, when making your gifs, the first thing you need to do is make sure that they are the same amount of frames. otherwise, your gif will end up looking strange with one gif looping faster than the other one.

once you have all of your clips you want to use for the gif you’re making (i will be using two, but you can use more than that!), decide which one you want to be in the shape that you’re going to be choosing. for the sake of this tutorial, i am going to be using a simple circle shape, but you can use any variety of shapes however you’d like. i have some notes below about different ways to get different shapes:

on your left toolbar, directly under the “move” tool, there is the option for a “rectangle select” tool. right clicking this option also allows for you to choose ellipse select for circles. by adding a new layer to your canvas (on the top options, go to layer > new > layer), you can use either of these shapes to make a rectangle or circle, which you can then fill in by going to edit > fill…

on your left toolbar, above the “zoom” and “hand” tools, there should be a rectangle. right clicking this should give you the option for other shapes, such as ellipses, lines, and custom shapes. depending on what you want for your gif, you can choose any of these options for your own gif shape, but beware that these shapes are all fairly limited to what photopea has to offer.

for other shapes that photopea doesn’t offer (like the starburst shape that mattel uses for barbie edits, for example), i will go to google and just look up things like “mattel logo shape png”, or whatever other shape i’m looking for, and try to look for a transparent png. while this does give you a lot of options, you may not be able to find a transparent option (i use remove.bg to help with that!) or you may have to do some editing around the edges to get the shape the way you want it (many of the mattel logos have a big MATTEL in the middle that ruins the edges of the starburst shape, so you’ll have to fix that, for example)

more notes about choosing your shape:

if you get a shape off google, make sure that your cropping fits that shape! if you have a shape that is some weird dimensions that arent a 1x1 ratio, your gif cropping will have to reflect that so it fits in the shape.

you should also know how big you want your shape to be on the finished product — for me, the entire gif canvas is going to be 540x540, so i’m going to make the shaped gif 240x240 so that both the big gif in the background and the shaped gif are visible in the final product. this will all depend on what you are doing for your gifs, though, so play around with different shapes/sizes in another canvas the size of your final product.

first thing’s first, make your gif for within the shape however you want. as you have (probably) seen from other gifsets of mine, there’s multiple ways you can choose to make the gif within your shape: you can do like this edit and have a colored overlay, or you could do like this edit and have normal coloring with a pop of color, or some other thing that you’d like to do! for this edit, i’m going to keep the sanji gif within my shape colored fairly normal with a pop of blue to match his shirt. my gif, as of now (without the shape), looks like this:

from here, add your shape on top of all your layers (as i said before, your gif should be cropped so the shape fits perfectly within the cropped gif!). go to the very bottom of your gif frames, and put that shape directly under the first frame (which is likely titled “_a_Background” or “_a_frm0,50”, depending on how you gif your gifs) while still within the gif folder you most likely have, especially if you follow my tutorials. this part is tedious, but starting with that first frame, go through every frame of your gif, right click, and select the “clipping mask” option. because you have that shape at the very bottom, every layer above it will follow the same clipping mask to put the gif within the shape. after your done, your frames should look something like this:

and now my gif looks like this:

which isn’t what i want, because i want that blue color in the shape with the rest of the gif! there’s an easy way to fix this, if you’re like me and have that gradient color: click and drag all of your adjustment layers into the folder with your gif (i know, goes against everything i’ve said before in my other tutorials, right?) so that you can do the same thing you did with your frame layers and create a clipping mask for those gradient color layers. you don’t have to do this for the other adjustment layers for your coloring, by the way, just for the gradient color layers! now my gif looks like this:

much better! and now that we have the shaped gif finished and in its shape (make sure you save the psd!), you can sharpen and export your gif by going to file > export as > .GIF and you’ve made your shaped gif!

now you can make your other gif to be behind the shaped gif; i won’t provide a tutorial for how i made this gif, other than it follows my usual coloring + a gradient layer to make the entire gif blue:

now that you have both of your gifs, we can move on to putting them on the same canvas!

after putting both of your gifs on the same canvas, position the shaped gif wherever you’d like to place it on the canvas. you can center it, place it in a corner, whatever you want! it’s your gif, your choice. i placed my circle sanji gif towards the bottom left corner of the canvas because i wanted to be able to see both the little gif and the larger gif clearly. :)

from here, you can do a number of things to make the shaped gif stand out; what i did for mine is add a shadow behind the gif and an outline of the circle that’s off centered from the circle gif itself. here’s how i did both of those things:

shadow: double click the shaped gif’s folder to open up the “blending options” pop up menu. check the “drop shadow” option towards the bottom of the list, and adjust it to how you want it to be. once you’re happy with how the shadow looks, click “OK” to close the pop up menu. below are my settings for this particular shadow on this gif, but this may change depending on your own gif (feel free to play around with these settings!):

off-centered outline: this is specifically for circles/rectangles; if you have another shape that you got off google, for example, this part of the tutorial will not work (but if you want to know how to do something like this for a shape like that, i can create another tutorial! just ask <3). create a new layer (layer > new > layer through the topbar menu) and create an ellipses the same size as the circle i created earlier. from here, go to edit > stroke… to make the pop up menu show up (you will not be able to preview this when you edit this layer, so if you’re unhappy with how it looks once you click “OK”, use CTRL+Z to undo and try again!). once you have the shape as you want it, go to select > deselect on the topbar to deselect the section you just made, and use the move tool to move the shape around however you want. if you want to make the shape less intense, change the opacity located near the layers menu (i put mine at 30%). below are the settings for my shape, which you can of course play with as you'd like for your own gifs:

now that you’ve done that, do anything else you’d like to do to your gif — add text, put a watermark, whatever you’d like! after you’re finished with that, save your psd and then go to layer > animation > merge to merge all of your gifs together before going to file > export as > .GIF. and then you’re done! congrats, you’ve just made a shaped gif in photopea! :)

#kai.answer #anonymous #mystuff #mytutorials #photopea tutorial #photopea gif tutorial #photopea #gif tutorial #completeresources #usergif #userars #userlace #tusersai #tusergeo #usernaia #hopefully this helps anon!! again feel free to send another ask for clarification :)

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adachicuto · 9 months

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last date before wedding with skz

warning(s): food and wine mentions

↳ bang chan: your relationship would be filled with date nights at the studio and even though chris would want things to be much more special, the two of you would plan for there to be hiccups and would decide not to make any reservations etc. so, he'd be so proud of himself bc he'd get everything done at the studio a lot sooner to ensure he was completely yours for the day but of course, he'd get a call just as he was leaving the studio and he'd text you to let you know. this wouldn't be a problem for you as you both planned for something to come up and you would even have to finish up some work as well so it'd be okay but you'd have a feeling that chris would beat be hard on himself about it. so, you'd make sure to reassure him about it when he'd get home and the two of you would make homemade pizza. i could see him goofing around and trying to toss the dough and would nearly drop it. there would be lots of back hugs, soft kisses, and excited giggling when the pizza would come out much better than you'd expect and chris being excited about the cookies you'd surprise him with.

↳ lee know: i think a nice meal and a movie would be the type of date that you'd both enjoy but a few days would've passed and neither of you would leave due to all of the planning. so, i think a nice outing and getting some fresh air for a few hours would be good for both of you. you'd decide to go to a place that both of you would like and would order your usual meals and you'd both decide to get smoothies or something after. on your way to the smoothie place, you'd happen to notice a cat cafe which would look fairly new. minho would notice you staring and he'd smile before grabbing your hand and walking in the direction of the cafe. you'd go to a cat cafe minho wouldn't really care for super fancy dates. it would be difficult for both of you to not smile, especially when a bombay cat would rub against minho's leg and he'd look down and grin. minho would leave to get some drinks while you'd find a table near one of the many cat trees and maybe you'd take a quick photo of the cats lazing on it just as it would start to rain outside.

↳ changbin: with all of the stress from planning your wedding, a little getaway would probably benefit both of you. so, you'd leave the city and stay at a hotel in a cute little town a few hours away. the bed and breakfast you'd stay at would be so nice and homey that you'd both be in awe the entire time. even though it would be pretty early in the day and the two of you would plan on exploring as soon as you'd arrive, both of you would end up crashing. so, the two of you would explore the next day and would start out your day with breakfast and iced coffee. then you would go see the tourist attractions and even go wine tasting. to end off the day, the two of you would get dinner and wine at a local restaurant and you'd both get so excited about the free dessert. overall, you'd enjoy yourselves and finally get time to relax before you'd start counting down the days until the wedding.

↳ hyunjin: even though the two of you would be very busy with wedding prep, hyunjin would decide to paint a few pieces for a local animal shelter and even a preschool. you'd gladly help him, even if you wouldn't be as good as a painter. it wouldn't really matter to you because it would be a welcome distraction. there wouldn't really be a set deadline for the pieces so, you'd pick a day or few out of the week and paint together with glasses of wine and your favorite snacks and it would become mini date nights for you. even after you'd finish up the pieces, you'd still continue to paint together. then, hyunjin would come home one day with a huge canvas and he'd suggest that the two of you could work on it leading up to the wedding as a little project and you'd hang it up in your new home. so, then you'd work on filling up the spaces with different things together some days and would end your nights with face masks, your favorite drinks, and a show you'd get into.

↳ han: you and jisung would probably spend most of the day inside napping because there would be so much to do and so little time when it came to wedding planning, even if you'd want the wedding to be more on the simple side, there would be so many details and things to take in consideration. when both of you would decide on going on out, you'd go play mini golf together and you'd both get a little competitive but then one of you would miss badly, and then you'd both have to try and catch your breath from all of the laughing but then jisung's laughing/wheezing would make you laugh even more. so, it'd be a good thing that any other mini golfers were too far away to witness that lol. after that, jisung would take you to get something to eat at an amazing family-owned restaurant and you'd have to stop yourselves from wanting to order everything on the menu. when you'd leave the restaurant it would still be pretty early out and you'd happen to pass a sign advertising a pottery class. it would take both of you a minute to decide on going and you'd get lucky because the class wouldn't be full. within an hour or so you'd have matching coffee mugs that would be far from perfect but the decorations would make up for it.

↳ felix: it would be pretty fun for the two of you to spend most of the date recording tiktoks but make a date out of it and only if you'd be comfortable with that. it would be more of a comfort food crawl because of all the wedding planning and stress that comes with that. so, you'd try a few foods from some of the different restaurants and bakeries near your apartment and rate them while also pointing out what made the foods really good. the first place you would go to would be just for appetizers and the portion sizes would be huge, which would earn it an extra point, so you'd probably only have to get one. the next place you'd stop at would be a family-owned restaurant and you would both become fast friends with the owner because they'd be so sweet and would even give you something free after they'd hear you talk about the wedding. of course, you'd take funny pictures of each other getting really excited about the food and then changbin and minho would text the group chat and clown felix lol. you'd finish up with an iced coffee bc hot coffee in this heat? no way, or maybe, and the trending s'mores cookies and brownies.

↳ seungmin: seungmin has always given me coffee shop meet-cute and coffee date vibes so i think that's what kind of date you'd go on. seungmin seems like a realistic person so, i think he'd realize that neither of you would really have much time for a super fancy date, not that he wouldn't try bc, of course, he would, but i think he wouldn't want to rush things, mainly since you'd both be limited on time and something familiar would work. so, no matter how many coffee dates you'd go on during the course of your relationship or how often, they would never feel the same. even though you'd be in the midst of planning your wedding, both of you would still have jobs and work to get done. so, you would leave your place a little early one morning with your laptops, chargers, etc. and since the coffee shop and bookstore wouldn't be very far, it'd be an enjoyable little walk to get coffee and breakfast. after his first cup of coffee, seungmin would open up his laptop and work on a song that he and the rest of skz were planning to release soon. you'd also get some work done as well as catch up on a show that you missed. an hour or so would pass and then you'd move to a booth and naturally, seungmin would inch closer to you and rest his chin on your shoulder to see what you'd be working on. he'd notice your laptop wallpaper, a candid picture of the two of you at the beach smiling at each other with stars in your eyes courtesy of jeongin, and he'd have the biggest grin on his face.

↳ i.n: both of you would agree on going to a local fair. the rides and the smell of fried foods would take both of you back to your childhood. for whatever reason, you'd both get on the gigantic slide and would have matching smiles on your faces after. then jeongin would rush towards the bumper cars and you'd laugh the entire time because neither of you would be able to move from the spots you started out in and get bumped into constantly. after that, you'd get slushies and a bunch of other snacks before heading toward the photo booth. the first few pictures would be silly and you'd both stick out your blue tongues and the last would be of him kissing you. you'd end the night off by getting on the ferris wheel and you'd rest your head on his shoulder and he'd interlace your fingers, a huge smile on his face.

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maelstrom-of-emotions · 8 months

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BakuDeku fic idea

Okay, so I had this idea, and it's been nagging me for like, forever, so, naturally I gotta talk about it.

So, maybe, years later, after they've gotten married and all, Katsuki is organizing Deku's desk because for all that the damn nerd is a genius, he's terrible at organizing things.

And then he comes across Deku's notebook collection, the notebooks that Katsuki would swear up and down were practically an extension of Izuku's soul.

He opens them, having seen them occasionally when Deku would get nostalgic and turn the paces, tracing the intricate lines with a sense of wistfulness, or when he would get right into Katsuki's face saying ‘I figured out where I saw that quirk Kachaan! It was here,’ but he's never flipped through them, despite having Izuku's consent to do so.

And so for the first time, he flips through them, starting from the first, of course, because Katsuki is many things, but he's no madman.

The first one is all bright and wide-eyed, filled with sketches of All Might and other top heroes, and Katsuki can't help the fond smile that spreads on his face as he sees the small doodles of himself dotting the margins of the notebook. It was like staring at a damn kindergarten art project. Deku's admiration for them practically oozed off the pages.

The leading notebooks that came after that were filled with scribbles, points and additions, edits and mentions, but it was all still pretty wholesome (and so Katsuki may have taken a photo of a particularly adorable sketch of a chibi him, with the words 'Lil' Victory upon it, so he can make it into a custom keychain, sue him.)

And then, out of nowhere, they get intense. The sketches were detailed, showing fights, strategies, and damn, even the villains. And the proud smile that grows on his face is entirely deserved, because, that was his nerd, alright. It was like seeing inside the mind of a madman but in a good way. Deku was getting serious, that adorable little nerd.

Somewhere along the way, Deku had begun to record the injuries caused by the quirks. The pages were stained with reds and purples, like some kind of twisted canvas. Bakugou winced, remembering the pain that had carved itself into Deku's skin. The scars on Deku's body had a story, and they were all right there, etched in ink.

(He hates the fact that he had been the cause of most of those scars. Hates the thought of Deku, staring at the scars on his body and copying them on paper, having been familiar with them for so long, that he doesn't even need to double-check. Hates the way that it brings tears to his eyes.)

The notebooks after that were a whole new world. he sketches were practically alive, the movements fluid and precise. It was like watching a damn animated movie. This nerd was on the edge of genius.

The points on quirks had improved too. Notes on how they worked, weaknesses, and strategies to counter them. It was like Deku had cracked the code to every damn hero he'd ever faced. Bakugou couldn't decide if he was impressed or annoyed. Probably both.

That notebook was the culmination of everything Deku had ever learned. The battles were fierce, the strategies ruthless. This was Deku at his damn peak.

He's just about to put them back, telling himself that the tears in his eyes were due to the dust when he sees the last notebook. It's the newest notebook, the cover bright and glossy.

He opens it and expects another one of Deku's meticulous quirk analyses, but this...this was something else entirely.

Page after page was filled with details about their friends, their likes and dislikes, little facts that even Bakugou didn't know. It was like Deku had become some kind of damn detective, gathering every scrap of information he could find.

And then he turned a page and was greeted by an explosion of orange and black, and there it was. His name, his figure, drawn in causal clothes, with little notes written in beautiful handwriting.

The details hit him like a damn sledgehammer. There's an arrow pointing to his middle finger 'wears a ring on this one.' An arrow to his clothes with the words 'prefers soft clothes (best hoodies to steal),' there's one pointing to his neck followed by 'wears a locket with parent's photos' and on, and on, they go. His eyes start to water at 'rich laugh' and 'bright grin.'

He pauses at the one written in red ink with the words 'softest heart' written right next to it.

This damn nerd, he knew him better than anyone else. Knew the quirks and intricacies that made up Bakugou Katsuki.

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe, just maybe, Deku wasn't so damn bad at understanding people after all.

And if Izuku finds himself bombarded with bowls of Katsudon, well, that's nobody's business but his own. Even if the nerd cries when he sees the keychain.

#bakudeku #bkdk #idea #fic idea #deku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #notebooks #fluff #thoughts #random

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kanene-yaaay · 3 months

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In Between Feathers and Smiles

Kanene's notes: As it seems when I wasn't looking ??? Fucking Felipe Minecraft just came here and made a nest in my mind and refuses to leave so now I have a new comfort character as it seems.

Also I know that Richas and Philza didn't interact a lot but I like to think they are final bosses for each other. The day Richas adopts him as his father and Philza adopts him as his son the island explodes and life come to a full cycle.

Warnings: None! Just a tad of angst with plenty of fluff and some silly cheer up tickles. Ticklish!Richarlyson and Ler!Philza. Around 4.000 words. Richas uses all pronouns here.

[~*~]

Tio Phil had a nice place.

Richas didn’t spend a lot of time there. Important talks were usually held in other secured spaces and he would rather spend some time building with her parents or causing some ruckus somewhere in the island than constantly invade Tallulah and Chay’s home. Even if they got closer after the Egg Island, it didn’t mean that he stopped feeling awkward around his siblings.

But today… They was tired.

So they hiked to the top of the wall, turned off Philza’s collecting machine and fell in the middle of the potato crops, watching the clouds as they calmly danced around their always-perfectly-sunny sky.

Looking at them, she wouldn’t have to think about how much she missed pai Cellbit and Pa Roier every single day, about how scared Empanada looked and the way she was always clutching her scythe now or how she and mãe Bagi barely came out of their securated base anymore.

If he watched enough the fading forms of the fluffy clouds and the occasional birds that came and went, he wouldn’t have to think about the sharp shapes and bright colors he saw today when he woke up in his old room in pai Cellbit’s castle, full of new stinging scratches covering entirely his arms and legs, the canvas and room filled with red drops of paint and blood. Nor how it felt to burn the piece of art and bury the ashes aways before anyone could see it.

Yes. The Wall was nice. It was calm and beautiful and since her tio and siblings were sleeping like rocks somewhere well hidden he could sneak a few jumps in their trampoline before coming back to a second nap by the plants.

From time to time he would feel something bump on his hand and turn around only to see a cute, small tortoise calmly biting and chewing on a leaf of the crop, probably a fresh fugitive from Talullah’s pond. They could respect its chaotic nature.

“Holy fuck!” A shout nearby almost made him jump out of his skin, fastly turning around, sword in hand, only to see his tio in a similar situation, hand on his heart as he tried to regain his breath amidst his surprised laughter. “Gods, Richarlyson you scared the shit out of me.”

That fished an amused crackle out of Richas, who didn’t feel much like it, but got up and waved a few times, writing a greeting for the adult. She kind of was in his home, afterall.

“Hi, tio! Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” Philza answered, putting his tools back on his trusted backpack once again, now already realizing what was the reason for his machine to have stopped working out of nowhere. He instead pulled a basket out of it.

It has been a while since he harvested his own potatoes by hand, but he had no hurry or plans today. Besides, it was quite a calming activity.

“Were you looking for me? Sorry, me, Chayanne and Tallulah have been spending a lot of time in our… other house.”

It was definitely a way to explain Rose’s protected sanctuary, but he couldn’t tell the kid about that.

A crossing thought made Philza’s body freeze and his eyes became wide. “Wait, is it about our trip? Is it time? Ok, I already got everything prepared but I still need a couple more minutes to leave Tallulah and Chayanne somewhere safe with someone and then we can go… Let me see who is already awake…”

A push in his arm stopped his sentence and called his attention to the dragons’ words.

“It’s fine! :D” Another blue sign quickly followed the first, the sentences being written fast and messily. “It’s not the time for our trip yet, don’t worry. I was just passing by here and decided to take a nap.”

The small dragon, a barely nestling, crouched and let their tail drag across the soil in a calming manner.

There was no rush today. Philza felt his muscles untense.

“Alright then. That is good.” The adult smiled, more relaxed. Richas never commented this with anyone, but sometimes his tios looked like they’re a thousand years old. “Sorry for interrupting your relaxing nap then, mate. As I said, I already got everything covered. The moment you need me, just call, ok?”

Energetic nods. Philza answered with one of his own and turned around, going back to his activity. It was already a habit at this point, to watch a kid with the corner of his eyes as he went on about his day, always aware to any danger or enemy that could appear. That is how he watched as Richas swayed in the same place when he turned around, expression falling to a neutral face as they broke their signs and threw them out of the wall before falling on the ground again, closing her eyes.

Richarlyson was a good kid. An energetic little shit rocketing from one place to the other with an adventurous and reckless spirit almost as big as his heart. Anyone who spent more than 2 minutes with him would see, clear as day how much he loved his parents and loved even more to give them gray hair, always ready for a playful chase, a harmless prank or a fun playdate with his siblings. They didn’t stumble on each other too much nowadays, but at any given time Philza would protect and take care of him just as much as his own kids if needed.

He was a good egg (literally).

That is why it was easy to see that something was off with her. Seeing her walking around without one of his parents or Bad was rare, but not an alarming sign itself, being as independent as they was. But that together with the way that her gestures lacked their usual uncontrollable energy, how he fell the moment Philza turned away and how tiredness clung in his form and brought shadows to her eyes and a weight to her shoulders was definitely something worth noticing.

Something had been bothering the boy and knowing his family and their history on the island… Well, not a single islander had been free from the horrors that permeated every corner of the place, but the brazilians seemed to receive a special - and not in the good way - attention more often than not.

Needless to say, Richarlyson probably had a lot to get worried and sad over, unfortunately.

All of them, the guardians, did their best to save their nestlings the best they could from the enemies and disasters that seemed to follow their every step. However there was just so much a small group could do against gods knows how many entities before their children also began paying a parcel of the price.

It was sorrowful to see the young one like this, but Philza wouldn’t pry. If the kid wanted to come and vent he would happily lend them an ear and give his best comfort. If Richas wanted to just hang out in silence and enjoy the refreshing breeze from the top of the wall then Philza would let him be, as well.

Therefore, he kept collecting the potatoes, humming one of Tallulah’s songs while putting them in crates and organizing the crates in a pile next to the security fence together with the other thousands crates that were already there.

Maybe he should follow Pierre’s example and start selling them to the Federation. Getting paid and becoming an official provider or something like that.

… Nah, he would rather die.

Philza turned around to get another round of potatoes, this time to make more avocado toast to nibble on until dinner, where his daughter would oblige him to cook actual true food for them - which is unfair, because avocado toast is a very good, healthy and energetic, fulfilling food! - when he saw it. ‘It’, more specifically being Richarlyson, who was still around three feets away from him, just like she was after the end of their conversation. Which didn’t make any sense since Philza had moved a good distance further away from his initial spot while harvesting and taking care of his plantation.

Hm.

Interesting.

He kept his gaze forward and his hands moving, not actively watching the kid but still paying attention for any kind of move.

A few steps away, he crouched to adjust a crop that had been almost removed from its spot, planting and firming it back on the soil before getting up again, his wings partially open to lower the sun rays hitting his back.

(With them being destroyed as they were, there was little use he could give them, but this would have to do.)

Pretending to stretch, he tilted his head just slightly amount, in the perfect angle to see that Richas, once again, had moved somehow in this short period of time and was now closer to him, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, a light snore coming out of her muzzle in a quiet ‘mimimi’ sound.

Philza held back a snort.

They kept this up for a while, almost as a game. Philza would continue his task, turn his head for half of a second and when he turned his attention back to the young one it was to see that they was already close again, “napping” with no worries, dead to the world as a rock, all across the field. There was a moment when the winged blonde could almost swear that he saw him crawling amidst the potatoes while following him.

Philza thinks he did a pretty good job in not laughing out loud at their antics, only letting out one or two small snickers here and there fly in the air before being swept away.

He was taking the toasts out of the furnace and storing them in pots when the little dragon “woke up”, yawning and stretching, an amused grin blossoming in his face.

“Hey, king, glad that you're awake. Just made a fresh stack of avocado toast. Here, take some, take some, make sure you have enough for any emergency or attack.”

A loud wheeze was pried from his lips at watching her previous grin quickly turn into a sour face at the sight of the toast, stepping away from them in a half of second.

Richarlyson quickly shook her head as she emphasized that he “would rather have a short and happy life instead, thanks” and that “Tallulah told me terror stories about these when we were in Egg Island 0_0 I am traumatized”, as the signs he placed on the ground said.

Philza had to hold himself on the fence so he and the toast didn't fall from the wall with the force of his laughter.

“Alright, alright.” He quickly acquiesced, putting the rest of the food in the remaining pot and disposing them all in his backpack, planning to bring it to the pantry later. “What if we shared these sandwiches Chayanne made me this morning, then? He is trying a new recipe and it's just delicious.”

The disgusted expression quickly melted away when they heard the mention of a new snack. Philza unwrapped it under Richas’ wide attentive eyes and offered him only to have his hand pushed away, the kid shaking his head furiously.

“What? Why? Did Tallulah tell you scary stories about her siblings’ cooking abilities too?”

Richas denied, looking a tad out of the place before apparently deciding on their words.

“You can keep it, tio! Chayanne made it for you and it's no problem, I am not hungry >:D”

Another sign.

“Besides, if I need some I can just go to Tio Bad's house and steal his refrigerator! I still have a lot in my backpack though.”

To show his point, the small one began pulling pot after pot of cooked goodies from his backpack: lasagna, soup, candies, more candies, chocolate, a not very good looking or even fresh bread, tamales… He proudly showed his collection, bouncing on the same spot before starting to put them back from where they came from.

This nestling…

“I am not saying that you don't have food. I know you're always prepared and I am pretty sure you even have one or two illegal items in your backpack too.” He rested his back on the tree behind him, careful to avoid hitting Missa's painting, smiling as his nephew stared at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, bouncing on the same spot, not denying or confirming his suspicions. “But I still want to share a good sandwich with you, mate.”

Richas still didn't look convinced. He seemed to be listening, though. That was a good step.

“I am sure that Chayanne wouldn’t care too. He actually loves giving everyone good food and showing his skills to the island. Which is perfect. I can send him your thanks later.”

It was interesting how, even though all the similarities, every sibling was still very different from each other, in both their personalities and actions, and sometimes Philza liked to muse about it. At his words Richarlyson didn't nervously twist his fingers like Tallulah used to do when thinking hard about something or deviated his gaze like Chayanne when he knew what he wanted but thought that he should want another thing. Instead, the dragon fledgling watched him intently, looking for something.

They must have found it, because they smiled in an embarrassed manner and let his tail wag excitedly once, breaking the signs and walking to his side on the tree.

Philza handed them their sandwich and Richarlyson began eating, satisfied, small growling sounds escaping between each bite as they enjoyed the moment.

Without meaning to or even thinking too much about it, Philza answered back with a quiet, pleased caw, his right wing expanding to surround the little one, not locking her amidst his feathers, but creating a shield from the Sun.

(If only it could completely shield them from the dangers.)

“Do you like it?” Richas answered by taking a large bite and ripping the sandwich in half, ears wiggling in contentment. The adult chuckled.

“Good to know, king.”

They spent some time like this before a sign was placed, successfully calling the other’s attention.

“How is it to have feathered wings, tio? Yours are so pretty! :D”

Flashes began filling his mind. The feeling of the wind hitting your face, the sound of the birds singing and chirping when flying in flocks, the adrenaline of falling without a single fear of hitting the floor, of expanding his wings and feeling each one of your feathers bristle in the air…

A light touch in one of his primaries shook him out of his memories and his eyes automatically flew to the… mess that were his wings now, with weak muscles and feathers missing from some spots.

Grimly, Philza could surely think about plenty of adjectives he could give them, “pretty” definitely weren’t one.

It was quite hard to focus on that when the fledgling kept carefully touching and looking at them with so much curiosity, however.

“It’s incredible.” He sighed, a mix of longing and awe painting his voice. “They can help with so much stuff, like, I’m not even kidding. Mine are very roughed up, especially after Purgatory, but when they were in their prime they were perfect not only for flying but also for shielding, holding stuff, attacking…There is a lot you can do with them. You also will probably be able to do all of this and more when yours grows.”

“You could attack with them? 0-0”

“Pff, yeah. Actually, you would be surprised about how many people wouldn’t be prepared to have a face full of feathers swinging with full force when fighting an avian.”

At the mention, he shook his black, glistering feathers in demonstration, finishing his sandwich with a final bite when a snorted squeal cut the air.

Philza turned around to see Richarlyson rubbing a spot on his neck, their other hand pushing his wing away while a small smile grazed his lips.

Hm.

“Also, you see those muscles?” He purposely brought his wing down, letting all the black feathers hit and briefly wiggle on the young’s face and neck, pretending to not notice the way he squeaked and jumped away, shoulders bouncing with the uncontrollable giggles that naturally resulted from the tickles. Philza continued as if nothing happened. “Lot of people don’t think too much about them, but to be able to carry a whole person, the muscles, tendons and bones need to have a lot of strength. So, being punched by them usually hurts a lot more than attentive enemies are prepared for and gives you plenty of time to run away or finish the fight.”

Richas rubbed the buzzing, tickly tingles left by the sudden attack of feathers away, airy titters still escaping from their mouth while they squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who seemed distracted enough by his explanation to realize the onslaught of accidental tickles.

The dragon risked a step closer. The conversation continued to flow without interruption.

“That is also why it’s important to always keep exercising your wings, especially during their initial growth or periods of recovery. Have you been building your core strength, mate?”

Brushing off the previous episode aside, Richas nodded, not helping the excited thrill that filled the air.

“Yes! Tio Bad taught me how and pai Mike has been trying to build a machine to fly with me so he is studying a lot of mechanics about how it works and accompanying me with the exercises. Pa Roier also said he will help me when he comes back, since he used to watch a lot of tia Jaiden and Bobby training.”

Philza tried to not visibly frown at the words. How long has Roier been sleeping, again?

He would have to ask Bagi and Fit for news later.

For now, he had a kid to distract.

“Sounds good. If you need any help you can call me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few tips. Even if crow wings aren’t that close to dragon ones, they still have a lot in common.”

“Can you teach me the attacks? I want to surprise Dapper the next time he tries to fight me.”

The avian laughed. “Sure, king. Come a bit closer.”

Richas gave two more steps in his direction with wide watching eyes. “Alright, it depends a lot on your wingspan but usually you will need to be in close combat to use these techniques, so that is something to pay attention to. A good tactic you can have is to use them as a distraction.”

With a mischievous smirk, Philza began quickly moving his wings around the kid, letting them get close and then moving them away before he could touch them, the feathers skittering freely across his neck and ears with each swipe. When Richas squirmed to one side to hide, trying to push them away while firmly pressing his mouth shut so no squeak or squeal would escape, Philza simply attacked the other side, even managing to slip a few wiggling of the fluff feathers on his belly and armpits when the shirt would move up enough to reveal a bit of the scaled skin, catching a new giggly growl every time.

“And, when the target is sufficiently confused by them is the moment that you attack.”

Before the words could sink in the kid’s mind, Philza striked, giving to one of his sides a quick tweak, successfully fishing a loud yelp and managing to free a string of snickers that only grew louder and gigglier as he kept the soft, light feathery tickles intertwined them with more and more surprising squeezes and tweaks.

“You can keep it up as long as you need. Remember: confuse, confuse and attack.” Swipe. Swipe. Squeeze. “Again: confuse, confuse and attack.”

Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Richas gave up trying to push his wings and hands away, instead trying to hug himself to hide his most ticklish spots. However, the playful, soft and silly tickling kept following them no matter how much they wiggled or squirmed around, totally surrounding him with those fluffy bristles that made every single patch of skin buzz with a funny kind of electricity, freeing more and more squeaks between peals of uncontrollable laughter.

She started walking backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the tickles, almost stumbling on his own tail by how hard it was wagging in adrenaline and joy.

Philza’s eye twirkled with a gleeful shine.

He stopped his playful attack, but the young one kept stepping away.

“Another good technique that you can use is to create a physical barrier with your wings. It can be dangerous since your enemy can get a hold of them if you’re not careful but very useful in the case you want to stop them from touching you or, in our case,” Richarlyson’s back hit something soft but immovable and suddenly the wheezy titters and snickery snickers were back in full force once again, bordering on a hysterical laughter when skillful hands began scribbling and scratching his ribs. “Preventing them from getting away.”

His fingers danced and burrowed themselves in the space between their ribs, vibrating on the spot, which made a funny kind of squeaky growl escape from the dragon, more high pitched, bouncy laughter and unstoppable wiggles taking over him when the hands kept running away and attacking all over his torso. They spidered over his ribcage to then poke his armpits, or washed down to sneak some digging and squeezing on his stomach and also even skittered across his spine, pulling all kind of yelps, chortles, snorts and high pitched, wheezy laughter over and over again.

It took a few more minutes and a bunch more of snickering and wiggling - which was actually even worse now because each squirm made him sink even more on the tickly feathers - before the avian eventually let him go, chuckling in amusement at the way Richarlyson fell on the floor and curled in a ball, shoulders bouncing with the leftover giggles.

An amused snort was pried from the adult when they showed him their middle finger, trying with no success to frown in his direction while still smiling and snickering non stop, remnant sniggers twinkling freely in the air.

“That is a surprise tickle avian attack for you. Now you already know a few uses for your wings in a battle.”

The dragon nestling ignored him, dramatically rolling and turning around and away from the avian, still fully stretched on the floor as if he had just survived a fight for his life and not some harmless playful sillness. Philza chuckled a bit more, not resisting and giving his unprotected neck one last tickle, which immediately melted the half heartedly pout in a smile and made him turn back again and hold a tnt as a threat, making the adult laugh and pull his arms up in rendition.

Richas showed off his tongue and then fell dramatically on the ground again.

(It was good to him in a lighter spirits, again.)

Philza then got up, stretching and shaking his wings fervently, wincing a bit when their muscles trembled a tad more than normal while holding them, probably from getting so much exercise after being kept so long hidden and immobile.

Maybe he should follow his own advice and build more of their core strength.

Letting them rest, he went back to adjust a few more crates around before checking on his communicator to see if Chayanne or Tallulah had woken up.

It was almost evening now, and yet it showed not a single signal of life.

Hm.

Well, he could give them their cookies tomorrow if needed, there was still plenty of time before the end of the week.

A light poke hit him right below his shoulderblade and suddenly a loud giggly yelp was ripped from his throat. He turned around quickly only to find his own nephew looking at him with a malefic grin in his expression.

“No.” He said, wagging a finger in warning at them, already realizing their intentions just by the slight slow drag of their tail and the step they gave in his direction. His tune tried to come out as stern, but he was pretty sure that even the kid could see there was no real heat behind his words.

Richas answered him with an excited thrill, ignoring the threatening caw - more like a soft chip but he wasn’t about to admit it - he gave her in return.

“No. Richarlyson, you do not want to get into this fight with me, ok, mahahate?! Hey! No! Lehehet go!”

There was indeed a valiant and grandious fight. One of the most playful, silly and joyful ones to ever graze that land, they said. The winner was never revealed at the end but passing friends mentioned listening to plenty of surprised caws and giggly growls falling like waterfalls from the wall, especially when certain two other kids woke up to the lack of their father and went to investigate his whereabouts. They said that the growing match continued until the sun set.

Who knows, who knows.

And since that day, if Richas decided to visit his tio Phil more frequently and if Philza would take the habit of turning off his harvesting machinery from time to time to watch the clouds, that is nobody’s business but their own.

#Richas: a// Philza: silly dad mode activated #qsmp tickles #qsmp tickling #YOU CAN PRY. YOU CAN PRY RICHAS RECEIVING THE COMFORT HE DESERVES FROM MY DEAD COLD HANDS #Ticklish!Richas #Ticklish!Richarlyson #Ler!Philza #This came to me as I was about to fall asleep making me promptly awake and write the idea down #Which was basically: Richas sad. Potatoes. Philza's wings tickly. Philza silly dad mode awakes.#Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #Was sad so wrote this let's goooo fluffy soft cheer up tickles yesh yesh #Also I miss Romero Richas Lore pls bring it back pleaseeee

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blushinggray · 1 year

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Excessive cum

Kirishima Eijirou x gn!reader // nsfw

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The first time you fuck kirishima eijirou, he takes out an XXL sized condom, which is completely understandable considering his size. But then he only pulls the condom on about two-thirds of the way up, leaving quite a bit of a tail at the tip.

At first you think it’s some sort of joke, or that he’s one of those selfish guys who wants to just feel it raw as much as he can and sacrifices the integrity of the condom for it. But when you ask him what’s going on with that placement choice, he actually gives you a sheepish look.

“Uhhh… I know it’s gonna sound like an exaggeration, but… I come a lot.” He says, rubbing a hand on his neck, “Like, if I don’t leave at least this much space in the condom, it’ll probably break open.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I know it sounds kinda unbelievable, but I swear it’s true. I would never do anything to jeopardize your health, I swear!”

And, well, he sure wasn’t lying about that. By the time you finished your (incredible) romp, that condom had ballooned up completely when he pulled out. Honestly, despite filling up a third of the condom it still looked like it was about to burst.

It’s no wonder he stopped himself halfway every time you fooled around so far. He would stop you from making him finish in your mouth or hand because he said it would be a mess. Clearly, he meant it.

It doesn’t just happen like that the first time and eventually filter down the more he comes. He spurts out that much cum every single time. You have no idea where he stores it all, even with balls of his size.

When you eventually (inevitably) start fucking raw, it becomes your new favorite thing. Just making a huge mess or piece of art of yourself with kirishima’s cum.

You let him come inside you, literally stuffing you with gobs and gobs of cum like you’re a main dish for a family dinner, until you can’t fit anymore and it just starts to spill out.

You let him come in your throat, feeding you like a pump until you eventually choke on the sheer amount of it. As many times as you try, it’s still a challenge to swallow down all of him, so some of it inevitably ends up dribbling down your face.

You let him paint you like you’re suddenly artist and canvas, shooting his special white paint all over your shoulders, face, stomach, thighs, back, anywhere he wants. Because he’s got more to spare.

You love it, how he could paint an entire room with what’s in his balls, but he chooses to fill up and paint your insides instead. You grow a rather disgusting obsession with his cum and he slowly becomes less and less self conscious about the messes he leaves.

Because he knows now that you’ll eagerly welcome and clean up all of it with him.

#kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou #bnha x reader #drabble #I was in the middle of reading smth else and suddenly this nasty thought occurred to me so I just whipped it up quickly on my phone #anyway big dick kiri who comes a lot is essentially fanon already but the initial surprise part is always fun #no beta #mine

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loupy-mongoose · 11 months

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That last piece aaaaaaaah beautiful and sweet, really captures how Lav feels about Randy :D

Also I love how you colour and shade everything, how do you do it? Do you think you could record a speed paint or something? What brushes do you use? Canvas size? How do you painstakingly colour within the lines? What device do you use?

Sorry for so many questions in one ask, I’m really curious lol. Hope you can answer these! No rush :3

First off, thank you so much!

I use Procreate on iPad, which has a handy-dandy little feature where it automatically records everything you do on a canvas, and you can create a time lapse of it. So, yes, I can give a speed paint. :3

(Yes I painted this specifically for this ask.) For comics (and this painting sample), I use a canvas that's 1813X2263. For doodle dumps and other less dedicated projects, I use a 1955X2357 canvas, rotating as I want or need to. If I have a bigger project I want to do, I start with Procreates "Square" canvas default (2048X2048) and crop as I need to as I work.

I've been sticking to this Jingsketch brush set for a while now, though I've modified some to make them more comfortable. As of now the set is free to download. (There appears to be a larger Jingsketch set that costs about $15--I may get that someday lol)

For smudging of shadows and markings, I use the Jingsketch "Jittery Smudge".

Alright, prepare for a thorough rundown of the time lapse. X3

As for how I color, the video shows my two most used methods. I do the Momo method when I want it to look a little neater or smoother, and the Midas method for when I don't care how unpolished it looks and just want to show a colored image.

For flats (the solid red seen in the video) I do it on a layer under the lines. I usually put all the flats on one layer, but this time I did their flats on separate layers for demonstration purposes, and merged them once they were both filled.

For Momo, I colored by drawing just inside the lines, erasing what went outside. Then used a Freehand (or equivalent) selection tool to fill in the inside. This is the more time consuming but smooth of the two methods, in my opinion.

For Midas, I specifically drew the outer lines thicker so that I could use the "automatic" (I guess that's "wand" in other programs? I'm not sure) selection to do a quick fill. This method will usually leave the colors with a hard, semi-unappealing edge. (Feathering the selection a little or smudging the flats can probably help with that, but I don't do that very often.)

What I do is select the OUTSIDE of the lines, expand the "Selection Threshold" so that it barely selects JUST outside the lines, then invert the selection so that it filles everything INSIDE the lines. With this method you need to be careful to get all the negative zones as well--I didn't think about demonstrating that in this painting, so here a mini-tut on that.

For the actual colors, I usually do each color on a separate layer set as a "Clipping Mask" to the flats layer. Eyes usually get a layer of their own--The iris colors and pupil (if present) get the Clipping Mask treatment until I'm satisfied with them and merge them into one eye layer.

For shading, I'll fill an entire layer, still Clipped to the flats, with my color of choice, usually set it to the Multiply blend mode, and adjust the opacity as I want. I usually shade the main body separately from the eyes, but try to match the blend mode and opacity settings.

For more high-effort projects, I'll fill a layer with a solid color under the shadow layer but above all the other colors so that I have a better idea of the shapes. Colors like on Midas here can really badly mess with the perception of the shapes and shadow locations. I may also add more Multiply layers if necessary.

And that's my lengthy and extensive look into how I paint~ Keep in mind this is MY process, and I admit I work in a rather quick, dirty, and even somewhat lazy way. So take what you will from this, and go arting as YOU please! ^w^

#kittydragonart #ask #art #babbies #tutorial #info

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qu1etwolf · 2 years

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I took that little stray thought from the other night and wrote a small story because I needed some fluff. So without further adieu and probably eith a million mistakes (just ignore them, pleeease) I give you —

Hands

Bucky makes a point to never touch anything with his prosthetic. Until now.

Warnings- Just heaps of fluff, needy Alpine (she's her own warning), a little bit of triggered ptsd

Word count - 1263

You and Bucky have known each other for a handful of years. He refused Stark's offer to move into the giant tower in the middle of Manhattan with several of the rest of the Avengers and opted for a quieter life in a small run down apartment in Brooklyn. He gave up having a staff and a continuously stocked kitchen for crying children down the hall, a sometimes faulty heating system, and windows that rattled any time a storm blew through.

It made perfect sense to you. He seemed much calmer and much more at home among the residents of your small apartment complex. Bucky had been trapped and forced to be in close proximity with people who made him uncomfortable for nearly his entire extended lifespan. He wanted to make the choice to live where he wanted, in a mostly quiet little one bedroom on the same street where he grew up. It was home.

Alpine lets out a loud meow at you as you crack open his apartment door without knocking. You have a pie from the bakery down the street in a canvas bag in your hands filled with plums - his favorite. You were just going to leave it on the edge of his counter and sneak back out as if you were never there.

It had become a game between the two of you. You would pick up a pie, a new toy for Alpine, a small bag of snacks, or something similar on your way home from work and see if you could get past his extensive super senses by making it back out without him noticing. Bucky did the same after missions. You would wake up to leftovers in your fridge that hadn't been there before, a small note to let you know he was home safe, a bowl of fruit on your table. He always won. You never knew he had been there.

Alpine paws at your foot and yowls. You reach down and scritch her on top of her little white fluffy head and shush her.

There is hardly a noise before something solid and cold grabs you by the wrist. The pie hits the floor and your chest hits the wall faster than you can blink.

The adrenaline recedes quickly as you process what had just happened, you gather the bag from the floor with a hopefully not ruined pie inside before you carefully ease yourself around the wall of the apartment toward the kitchen. You make a solid effort to move slowly but deliberately toward the countertop.

Just as quickly, you are free and the large frame of the occupant of the apartment is scrambling backwards and apologizing profusely, his eyes cast down at your feet. "Oh god, did I hurt you?" came tumbling out of his mouth as he gawks at the shiny metal that is his hand as if it was forgien and didn't actually belong there. It is the first time he has actually touched you without gloves with his left hand. He always avoided touching anyone, even Alpine, with the titanium limb.

"Hey, Buck. It's okay. I'm not hurt. You just get home? I didn't realize you were gone."

He nods quietly as he continues to stare at his hand.

"Rough mission?"

"Very," he coughs out as his voice cracks.

"If I'd of known, I'd of just saved this for tomorrow and let you rest." You pull the aluminum pie tin out of the bag and wince a little as pieces of the crust stick to the cardboard when you uncover it. The smell of fresh baked dough and plums immediately fills the apartment. "It's still warm. Sorry it got a little banged up."

A soft practiced smile spreads across his face as his attention finally snaps away from the metal. "Is that what I think it is? From Lucas' place down on the corner?"

"Yep. They were on sale. A catering gig got canceled and he had too many. Who would of thought?"

You place two crumbling pieces on a pair of plates before sitting them down gently.

He slowly moves from where he had been standing to one of the stools on the opposite side of the counter. He runs his right hand through his hair, still clearly very shaken.

"Buck, it's okay. You had a rough one. I know how your brain gets. Breathe." You reach down and take his metal hand in yours in an attempt to ease his guilt. Bucky scrambles backwards off of the stool, almost landing square on his ass on the floor.

You lift your hands, palm out, in front of you quickly as an apology before rushing to help him up. He shrinks back away from you.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'm going to give you some space to breathe. I will be literally just across the hall, okay? The second you need me, just knock. Save me a piece of that, would ya?" You gesture at the pie still sitting untouched in the kitchen. "You get some rest. Movie night tomorrow? I'll order pizza. I promise to save Alp my pepperonis."

Bucky smiles weakly at you and nods, curling in on himself. "That sounds good, doll. Im — I'm sorry, this one messed me up. I'll knock if I need you. I promise."

The knock came at your door three days later. You hadn't heard a peep out of him all week. It's rare that it takes him that long to get his head on straight, but sometimes it happens. You open the door to a broad chest that nearly fills the frame. A plastic container is in his hands. His eyes are still a little wild, wide and darting around the room.

"Hi. I, uh, brought you leftover pie," a soft smile plays across his lips sheepishly. "Sorry it took me a couple days."

You pull the container from his grasp and stash it away in the fridge as he walks in, the little white fluff ball on his heels. Alpine never leaves her daddy's side when he's having a rough go of it. She would have just annoyed the entire hall if he had left her across the hallway.

You pull the promised bag of pepperoni out of the fridge before you close the door and feed her one for being such a good girl.

You watch in slight shock as Bucky tugs his gloves off and drops them onto the chair beside the door. Letting out a small measured breath he says quietly, "Baby steps. My therapist keeps telling me baby steps."

He walks further into the apartment as if it's just an extension of his own and wraps his arms around you tightly in an almost desperate hug. You feel as if you are anchoring him to the floor. His chest heaves in a long sigh as you stand there for a moment just wrapped in the solid warmth of his body.

Bucky is the first to back away. The sudden lack of body heat makes you frown slightly.

He smiles and cups your cheek with his calloused right hand before extremely slowly and carefully placing his left hand against the other side of your face. You can barely feel it. The touch is feather light. You lean your cheek into the metal palm and grin wide at him.

You feel his soft lips press against your forehead and he murmurs "baby steps…" against your skin.

He takes a step backward, shakes himself gently and gives you a toothy smile. "Still up for that movie night, doll? Alpine wanted me to ask."

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tomgreg sand mites microfic

Tom wasn’t entirely sure how far down applying lotion on his assistant for a severe case of sand mites in Dundee, Scotland, fell on his bucket list, but it certainly seemed as if it may be getting crossed off any moment now. That is to say, he was seated on the bed with Greg facing with his back toward him, a tube of medicated anti-itch cream in his hand, and an earful of the same incessant whining he had heard all day blaring in his head.

“It’s like, did you know they can actually lay eggs under your skin?” Greg sputtered in disbelief, frantically pawing at the reddened spot on his neck he had been attacking all afternoon. “I could be filled with hundreds of these things at this point and I don’t even think the number for the sand supplier Connor gave me even works, really? It just keeps ringing?”

“You know I think I saw a guy a few seats over from you scratching his arm as he was leaving the play, Gregory. We may have a class action lawsuit on our hands if you play your cards right,” Tom chimed back as he twisted open the tube of cream.

“Really?” Greg asked in complete earnest, spinning around where he sat to face Tom with those familiar big doe eyes only to be met with a suppressed chuckle.

“Of course not, you idiot. Now, turn back around.”

Greg huffed in frustration but obliged the demand just the same, repositioning himself to face away from Tom again. Then, without further hesitation, he tugged off his sweater and deposited it on the bed beside the two of them. “Be honest, how bad is it?” he asked.

Tom sucked in a deep breath glancing over the sight in front of him. To be honest, it was much worse than he was anticipating. The pale skin of the boy’s back was entirely covered with unevenly distributed clusters of tiny, bright red dots. Some sections of the skin were more irritated than others, even breaking open into slight gashes from where he had reached around and scratched himself through the thin material of his sweater throughout the day. It was a bit like a young child had been let loose with a container of red finger paint and instructed to use Greg’s poor back as a canvas.

“Tis but a scratch,” Tom lied in reassurance, catching his lip between his teeth as he took in the full sight of the matter before him. He could only imagine just how much pain Greg was actually in. It almost made him feel guilty for scolding him for whining all day. Emphasis on the almost. “You’ll be back to frolicking around and making merry in no time as soon as you stop scratching the damn things.”

He squeezed a somewhat generous amount of the anti-itch cream into his palm as Greg huffed again. Tom didn’t need to see his face to know that his lips were curled up in that signature pout of his.

“Yeah, well, you try dealing with these things crawling over your body all day and see if you don’t do the same!” Greg protested, folding his arms over his chest like a child.

“Oh, just hold still for a second, would you? I probably will have these disgusting things crawling all over me by the end of this,” Tom said with a roll of his eyes in response.

“Fine, just hurry up.”

Tom was the one to oblige this time, gently beginning to apply a thin layer of the cream over the surface of his back only to have Greg immediately tense up at the sensation.

“Jesus, that’s cold,” he whimpered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I need to warm it up for you first too, princess?” Tom teased, gliding his fingers over Greg’s shoulder blades and reveling just a teensy bit in the feeling of watching him shiver beneath his touch.

“It might’ve been nice, sure,” Greg answered, ever-entitled and needy without shame.

Tom simply laughed in response, concentrating on rubbing small circles of the product into the clusters of bites on Greg’s back. Even despite the bumps and gashes, his skin was incredibly soft, easily manipulated even with the slightest touch of Tom’s fingertips. It was kind of addicting in a way, trying to cover every square inch of his flesh with the pasty pink cream like it was some sort of game he was determined to win.

“You can relax, you know,” Tom said after Greg’s shoulders never strayed from where they had seized upward at the first touch. “I’m already committed to the task so it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you or anything.”

It was Greg’s turn to laugh now, albeit a bit nervously, as the tension slowly relaxed from his body beneath Tom’s touch.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly, then, without thinking, added, “It feels really nice, Tom.”

An uneasy silence settled in between them as Tom froze in the motion of applying the cream across his back at the sound of Greg’s words. What happened to the man that had chucked water bottles at the guy, pushed him down in the snow, and wrestled him against his will, and why had he been spontaneously replaced with some tenderly caring nurse in a too-short white dress and matching hat? Who was this, really, rubbing circles on Greg’s back with a smile on his face? Had he completely and totally lost it?

“Tom?” Greg asked suddenly without turning around, snapping Tom out of the downward spiral he was racing through.

“Sorry,” Tom said under his breath, deeply embarrassed at each and every one of the thoughts that had raced through his mind. It was only once he recognized the discomfort in Greg’s voice that he remembered why he was here in the first place. As a friend helping another friend. Greg would do the same for him, after all. It was only fair.

More cream was added as he once more applied his hands to the man’s back, paying close attention not to press too hard on any of the sections of broken skin. His hands lingered over a knot in the muscle, hesitating before gently massaging it out. He was almost too distracted by watching the muscle loosen at his touch to hear it, but he did. A high-pitched, involuntary moan tumbled out of Greg’s lips and into the deafening silence of the room around them.

Tom should’ve paused here. He meant to. To rip his hands off of Greg’s back as if he was removing his burnt hands from a searing hot stove and gasp at his indecency. To make some cutting joke about this reaction was only appropriate given it was probably the most intimate physical touch Greg had ever and would ever receive in his life. To storm out of the room and avoid speaking to him for the next few days.

But, instead, he just laughed, feeling the warmth from Greg’s body filter up through his fingertips and into his chest.

“Sorry,” Greg chirped out, a reddish tint settling over the tips of his ears. Clearly embarrassed by the sound he produced. “You’re just really good at this.”

“Try not to sound so surprised, will you?” Tom taunted, easily undoing the tension between Greg’s shoulders with his fingertips. “You’re not the first to crumble at the Wambsgans rubdown.”

“Don’t call it that,” Greg whined in response, earning another chuckle from Tom. “That makes it sound like you’re-like you’re out just giving back massages on the street or something.”

“And if I was?” Tom asked. His hands moved lower on Greg’s back, dancing just above the waistline of his pants.

“You’re, uh, not though?” Greg said, entirely too confident for Tom’s liking. “You wouldn’t do this for anyone.”

“I see,” Tom said quietly, watching his hand creep dangerously around Greg’s waist. He didn’t remembering telling it to do that. It was almost like a reflex of some kind. “You think you’re special, then?”

At this, Greg closed his eyes, leaning backwards into Tom’s hands which were now embracing either side of him. “I know I am,” he hummed.

baby’s first tumblr post. idk if i’m doing this right but heyyy <3 also if ur looking for a better version of this scenario, @/ezlebe wrote a fantastic one.

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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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On the far edges of the galaxy, there was a planet called Savath. Savath was very attractive to the eye - trees of all colors, oceans, rivers, grasslands, and of course, the tall buildings of the capitol city, Tregore. Each structure was decorated in shiny silvers and golds. To any foreigner, Savath would be seen as literal Heaven. The entire planet was ethereal in every way possible, and no one dared attack the Savathians for fear that the attacker would not make it out alive, for the planet was inhabited by dragons. Not the dragons you are well accustomed to, but rather dragons in human form. Only the Elders are able to take full dragon form.

The Elders were the ones who founded the planet. Six dragons, to be exact. Three males, three females. Ryvyr, Kesoss, and Ailzram were the three males. Cigri, Ita, and Syphy were the female counterparts. Each dragon had a power that they brought to the world they inhabited. Ryvyr was a water dragon, thriving with the many bodies of water Savath had. Kesoss, being an earth dragon, found solice in the forests and mountains. Cigri was a dragon of fire and found the many small (not inherently dangerous) volcanoes fascinating. Ita was a dragon of air and could often be found sleeping on a cloud.

The last two dragons, Ailzram and Syphy, were embodying the light and dark. Ailzram had a dark personality. He never attacked anyone, but he seemed rather uninterested in every topic and would seem to anyone looking in that he was depressed. He could not live without his counterpart, Syphy, who was sunshine incarnate. She was always smiling and was rather childish at times, but in a sweet way. She loved Ailzram no matter what. They needed each other like the moon needed the sun.

Together, they made Savath what it is today - beautiful and prosperous. There was none who dared stand against them and none who defied them. They were content, and through the years, the population grew. There was never a shortage of food or water. There was always space for everyone, and just as such, everyone was welcome.

The most interesting part of Savath was the culture, more specifically, a ceremony called The Selection. This was a rite of passage for every citizen and happened when one was thirteen years of age. Prior to The Selection, every child has porcelain white hair, referring to that of a blank canvas ready for an artist to create a masterpiece.

You are probably confused as to what The Selection is, and this question will be answered soon.

For now, our story follows that of a young dragon named Ember. Like every child, Ember had hair as white as snow. Most describe her as reckless, and she is. She longs for adventure and has a driving desire to leave Tregore - to leave Savath all together. This ideology was frowned upon by her peers. Why would she want to leave such a perfect planet?

Our story begins mere weeks before Ember turns thirteen and before The Selection.

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"Rhae, come on! It's not much further to the top!" Ember exclaimed, rushing up the grassy hillside under the warm sun. She was very carefree and curious, always looking for more places to explore.

Ember's friend, Rhaelrivera, had already gone through The Selection and had joined the water dragons in all their glory. She now donned sea foam green hair and deep blue eyes, matching the colors of the water. "Ember, we should be getting back. It's late."

Ember sent a blank stare over her shoulder towards Rhaelrivera. A soft breeze blew through the atmosphere, causing their hair to gently caress their faces. "If you didn't want to come, you could have just said so."

"I did!" Rhaelrivera countered with a scoff. "You dragged me along anyway."

"Yeah, because I'm awesome!" Ember smiled and continued to the top of the hill, gazing down at the flower filled meadow below. She turned to see the towering silver and gold buildings behind them before turning back to face the meadow. In the distance sat a mountain range where a faint smog sat around the snowy peak. A lot of dragons were taken to this point for practice with their powers. Some fire dragons must be there right now.

Rhaelrivera soon joined Ember on top of the hill and looked around. She had never been up here before, even though it was a mere five minutes away from the city. Rhaelrivera let out a soft gasp. "Wow..."

Ember grinned and bumped Rhaelrivera's shoulder with her own. "Told ya." Rhaelrivera rolled her eyes and continued to gaze out at the scenery before them. The sunlight gently kissed the freckles on Rhaelrivera's dark skin in a way that made her feel angelic. Because she was a water dragon, the sun reflected off her skin like ripples on water. Ember always thought this was fascinating and often brought Rhaelrivera out into the sun, just so she could see this phenomenon. Going along with this, the iris of Rhaelrivera's eyes had the same effect, and the color seemed to shift like waves.

"Okay... maybe I should have trusted you about this..." mumbled Rhaelrivera.

"Ha! I knew you'd like it!" laughed Ember. Rhaelrivera smiled and slightly shook her head at the excitable girl.

The two sat in the grass, perfectly content with saying nothing in the moment and listening to the gentle breeze blow through some nearby trees. The silence between them was pleasant until Ember spoke up softly. "Hey, Rhae...?"

"Yeah, Em?"

"Was it... scary...?"

Rhaelrivera looked confused and turned her head to look at Ember, who appeared rather... timid, an emotion she had never shown before. "Is what scary?"

"The Selection... is it scary...?" Ember asked, her voice hushed as she picked at some grass.

"In a way... but once it's over, you have this sense of relief and belonging," Rhaelrivera explained, hoping to ease her friends worries.

"Yeah, but... my family has been all fire for generations, and I just know I'm not going to be... I'm deeply frightened..."

Rhaelrivera seemed to understand Ember's concerns. She nodded slowly in thought before looking back to the white-haired girl. "If you aren't fire, then that calls for a celebration. If you are, that also calls for celebration. Whatever clan chooses you, you'll be amazing. I know it."

Ember smiled gently. "Thanks... you always know just what to say."

"Well, I am a year older than you, so I better be wiser!" Rhaelrivera laughed. Ember joined in with her own laugh and slightly shook her head.

"Don't go getting an ego on me, now!" Ember teased.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Em."

The two girls sat on the hill well past sunset, talking and laughing about seemingly meaningless stuff with no relevance to anything or anyone other than them. When the moon began to rise over the horizon, they finally decided to head home. They began the trek back to the city and eventually parted ways. Ember headed inside her house, only to be greeted by the darkness and silence of the empty hallways. She made her way up the stairs to her room and sat on the windowsill, gazing outside. In the distance, the first star she saw that night flickered, so why not make a wish?

"Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight," Ember whispered as if speaking to the star itself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

I wish for an unforgettable adventure...

Little did she know, the universe was listening, and planning out the adventure of a lifetime...

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The closer the days got to Ember's Selection, the more nervous she became. She knew that she could get in trouble if her family wasn't pleased with the clan she was placed in, but what could she do about it? The absolute fear that came with The Selection was near the fear of death... it was terrifying in ways most minds couldn't comprehend...

Ember often found herself full of worry and anxiety, wondering what will happen and praying that she didn't disappoint her family. That would be the worst part of it all... letting people down...

As she sat on her bed in her room the night before her Selection, she could only stare at the white dress hanging in her closet. A blank canvas that she would design tomorrow. This seemed like a lot of responsibility for someone barely turning 13 in mere hours, but... there was something nervously exciting about it all. When she thought over the events happening the next day, she felt like things would be okay... that things would go right in the end...

But what truly is 'the end', if not for another beginning to an even better adventure...

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limehaspassed · 1 year

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Crystal Waters

(Jason Voorhees x Reader)

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In which you get a job at a summer camp centered around Crystal Lake.

Part Two (Soon)

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Part One

The peace of the still waters calmed you, the serenity of the sunlight reflecting off those shimmering waters consoled you. There was a part of you that longed to stay here forever, that yearned to bathe in those cool waters until your body disappeared from the eyes of every creature. However, you could never do that, the need was one that required a certain resolve, a certain resolve you hadn’t built yet. So, for now, you would capture the beauty that is this crystal lake within the measurements of a canvas.

Soft clouds floated along the top of the canvas, their fluffy texture alluded through the use of dark swatches and warm highlights. Gentle highlights shone off the water, their very essence being captured in the roughened texture of pale dots along the canvas. Splotches of green littered the painting, individual blades defined by shadows to form the grass that surrounded the perimeter of the lake.

You put hours into this piece, both your body and mind hurting the second you took a break, yet you were far from done. You had wanted this painting to be a one day thing, knowing that you probably wouldn’t have much time left that summer to complete it. However, you’ve known the entire time that this painting wasn’t that simple. There were so many small details that you wished to capture within this piece that all took up time in their own right, excluding other needed elements to add context for the overall piece.

The sun was fading behind the horizon now and you still needed to get ready for tomorrow. Slowly, you packed up your supplies and headed back to your cabin, the one you shared with three other counselors. With a wooden box slung under your left arm and your canvas held firmly in your right, you made the small trip back to your cabin which sat just behind all of the campers cabins.

When you arrived, you slung the door open and approached your quadrant of the open room, tossing the box onto your bed. With both hands, you held your painting out for you to see, going over the lines and textures as a means to commit the piece to memory. A pleased smile quickly overtook your expression, a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment filling your every thought. The painting, a piece that was close to done, had captured nearly everything you wanted it to capture, a masterpiece within its own right.

The beauty that was Camp Crystal Lake was a beauty that never failed to amaze you.

A knock came from the front of the cabin, a voice following close behind. “When will you finish that one?” The voice asked.

You turned around to face the person, offering a hopeful smile. “Not soon. With the new campers arriving tomorrow, I won’t have any time to finish.” You relied, a solemnity underlying your tone.

The person, who you knew to be your cabin mate Lynn, shook her head ever so slightly. “You’ve been working on that all summer and it’s still not done. Personally, I don’t think I would be able to commit that much time to just one piece. It seems to be counterproductive at this point … in a sense.” Lynn paused for a moment to rethink her words, clearly not agreeing with what she had said. “Forget it, I’m talking out of my ass.” She brushed off her previous statements.

You turned to the wall and hung the piece in the same spot it had hung all summer, progressively becoming more intricate with each passing week. Resting your hand on the side of the canvas, you fondly looked over your work. “No, I understand what you mean.” You started, addressing Lynn’s redacted statement. You turned to face her, speaking with an almost distant voice, one that wasn’t quite there. “It’s insane to spend so much time on one piece but it means something’s to me, this piece that is. Sentimental I suppose.”

Lynn just gave a hum of acknowledgement , walking over to her quadrant of the cabin and taking a seat upon her bed. Kicking her shoes off, she then stretched her legs out along the mattress.

“Well, I hope you had a fun day off. Cleaning was a bitch today. Those campers better be appreciative of all my work.” Lynn grumbled with her eyes closed. She grabbed a nearby blanket and threw it over herself.

“Don’t even start with that.” May, another cabin mate of yours, spoke as she walked in through the door with an empty basket under her arms. She tossed the basket into the back of the room, disregarding it for the time being. “At least you didn’t have to do the boy cabins, those were absolutely covered in filth. It’s crazy how much those heathens mess up a basically empty room.” May complained, a disgusted look twisted into her features.

Lynn turned in her bed, facing May. “You should see the girl’s bathrooms. You know how hard it is to scrub up hair dye? Do you?” Lynn asked in retaliation, she grabbed her back with hand and gave a pained look. “My back is killing me from how hard I had to scrub those damned showers.” She let out a groan and fell completely down upon the bed, facing the ceiling once more.

May simply rolled her eyes at Lynn’s dramatics before turning to face you. “And how was your day, dear?” She asked, approaching your side of the room. Her eyes shifted to the painting upon the wall, a look of amazement shining with her eyes. “Wow, you added so much detail today. How did you paint so many little leaves?”

You blushed at her words, redirecting your eyes to an adjacent wall. “I just repeated the same pattern for a bit until the tree was filled.” You spoke shyly. You had never been good at receiving compliments, always failing to find a proper way to respond.

May stared at the painting for a bit more before patting your shoulder. “It’s good work.” She spoke before heading over to her own bed.

Both Lynn and May seemed to want an early night, so you decided to take an early night as well. Jess, your fourth roommate always came back late in the night so you never tried to stay up and wait for her. Besides, tomorrow was a big day and you were tired from repetitive actions all day. It is going to take a hundred percent of your energy tomorrow to settle all those kids in, so you wanted to get as much rest as you could until then.

Night came and went, soon it was the next day.

Monday morning, the last Monday morning you would have to wake up at dawn in order to beat the crowd, had finally arrived. Like any other morning, you would wake up and get ready for the day, which typically included taking a shower and picking out an appropriate outfit to wear around children. You would then go around the camp and double check that everything was okay before greeting the first few families to arrive.

“Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake, we’re glad to have you joining us this week.” You greeted a family of three with a warm smile, always sure to keep up good appearances with parents.

The mother of the family smiled back warmly, gently squeezing the arm of her son. “I’m just glad we could find a place for him. He decided he wanted to go to camp last minute and we were afraid we wouldn’t be able to find any that were still open.” The woman spoke honestly, her words fast yet pronounced.

Giving an assuring nod, you sympathized with the lady. “Well, I’m happy it worked out in the end. We always love a good camper no matter how late they sign up.” You replied, giving a teasing look down to the younger boy. He turned away in embarrassment, cheeks tinted red and ears covered with blush. You couldn’t help the cheeky smile that spread across your face.

It was always so fun to tease the little ones, their reactions were always so cute. At times, you thought about having your own child just so you could tease and pick at them, always in a playful manner though. You would never think of speaking ill against a child, they were too young to already be faced with the crude actions of this cold world. You only wished to keep the world warm a little longer for their growing minds.

“Alright.” The mother started looking down at her watch. She then slung a bag off her shoulder and handed it to her son. “Well, we’ll leave him with you. We’re running a bit behind so we hope it’s okay if we just leave the rest up to you.” The woman spoke quickly as she handed a smaller bag to you, one she previously had stashed away in her purse.

“These are his medications. He takes one pill every night before he goes to bed, it’s to help with his sleeping. He should be fine besides that, no allergies or other problems.” The woman then turned to her son, who was facing her with a saddened look, one you could easily recognize as a newcomer's home sickness. “Alright, Momma has to go now. I’ll come pick you up Saturday morning. Have fun and listen to your counselors. I love you and I’ll miss you.”

The mother pulled her son into a tight hug, leaving him a kiss on the side of his face. “Now be a good boy for your counselors and have fun. I’ll see you at the end of the week.” She said while pulling away from the hug.

“Bye bye Mommy. I love you.” The boy replied before the mother took her leave.

The boy then turned to you with a nervous smile, one that you returned with a pleasant tone. You held out your hand towards him, to which he took. Immediately, you could see his nervous attitude flee from him as he recognized your welcoming presence wasn’t just an act.

“Alright, let’s go take you to the mess hall where you’ll get sorted into your cabin.” You explained, leading the younger further into the camp, heading in the direction of a large building.

This process would repeat for a few hours as all the campers slowly trickled into the camp. By mid afternoon, you had finally brought the last kid to the mess hall, your legs already tired from walking the same path nearly a hundred times that day. However, despite that exhaustion, you kept up your smile, knowing that you owed the children your warmest pleasantries. You were here to make them happy, not complain over the work.

Besides, you didn’t want them to worry then feel bad. This was supposed to be a week of relaxation and fun for them, you weren’t going to let anything ruin that for them.

You watched as the other counselors sorted the campers into different cabins before having them sit towards the front of the mess hall, where a small stage stood. For a while, the children sat there and socialized as the counselors went about making sure everything was set. There were still a few last minute children who needed to be sorted, including the one you just brought in. Within fifteen minutes, everyone had been settled and attention had been called.

“Good afternoon, campers!” Josh, the head counselor in the boy’s cabins, called out from the stage.

The campers were quick to quiet down, a noticeable improvement from last week's campers who refused to do anything you told them. The last week of camp always had the tamest children because they had already goofed off the entire summer prior to arriving at camp. The majority of their summer impulses had been long spent, their minds now focused on relaxing for what little time they had left off.

“How are we all doing today?” Josh yelled across the room, exciting a wave of children's cheers. “Lovely. Now, as you all might know, the day of camp is spent on getting to know those around you. So, I want everyone in this room to find someone they don’t know and talk with them for …. we’ll say around three minutes. Alright, go!” Josh yelled the last part like an announcer at some type of relay race.

The room descended into mild chaos as everyone got up and talked with someone else.

The air buzzed with a light energy, one that tickled your skin and pulled the edges of your mouth upward. You always enjoyed watching others meet someone new, there were so many emotions passed, expressions presented, and stories told. Many long term friendships were built at camp, it warmed your heart to think that your work will impact someone so greatly down the road.

After all the kids were introduced to at least one new person, Josh ordered them to sort into their cabins. Each cabin had a cabin leader, who would call out the name of the cabin for the children to find them. Counselors who weren’t cabin leaders were to walk around and help any lost children. You were not a cabin leader this week, having been it the week before, so your duty was to help anyone you could.

You were making your way through the crowd of children, now partly split into different groups, when a hand slightly tugged on your shirt. Turning to the source of the movement, your eyes landed on a little girl, one no older than ten years old. She held a worried expression, eyebrows bent upwards in anxiety ridden confusion.

“I can’t find my cabin.” She spoke, words slightly wobbling.

You bent down to her level, placing a firm hand on her shoulder for comfort, a soft smile present on your face. “That’s why I’m here.” You said with confidence, contradictory to the younger’s state. “Now, what’s the name of your cabin?” You asked in an even voice, making sure to keep a calm tone around the latter.

“Beavers.” She replied, having to glance down at her nametag before answering.

“Let’s go find your cabin, shall we?” You questioned with a regal tone, pretending as if you were her knight in shining armor. You held your hand out in front of the girl, slightly bowing your head.

With a giggle, the girl took your hand, her mood lighter than before. “We shall.” She smiled, a bright and splendid smile.

You stood up fully and led the girl through the crowd, making your way to the beaver cabin. Once you got there, you squeezed her hand and let her run off with the other children. The cabin leader of the beaver cabin gave you a thankful nod before you once again made your way into the thinning sea.

Once all the children were rounded into their cabins, the cabin leaders led them out to their respective cabins. The rest of the counselors, including you, were left in the mess hall to clean up and prepare for an activity later on in the night.

“Hey, saw you bowing down to that girl earlier. What was that about?” Lynn asked as she walked up to you, two brooms in her hand. She handed you one, which you happily took.

“She was anxious so I just tried to lighten her mood.” You responded.

Lynn elbowed your shoulder. “You looked silly.” She chuckled.

“She was happy in the end.”

The rest of the day went by rather smoothly. All the campers were settled down into their cabins and introduced to their bunk mates. Dinner was served with little to no interruptions and evening activities flew by in a blur of fun. By the end of the day, all the children were ready for bed, everyone eager to lay down in their beds. Even the counselors finished cleaning early, all heading off to bed alongside the campers as well.

The day had gone by smoothly, perfectly even.

You were glad to finally lay down and enjoy some well needed sleep, yet you couldn’t get yourself to fall into that inviting land of dreams. You were sleepless, eyes boring into the dark color of the ceiling, its wooden texture hidden in the night’s shelter. You couldn’t name what it was but something was off, something was eating at your very core, screaming at you that something wasn’t right.

Your brain was in shambles trying to shake this feeling and find itself resting, it laid heavy in your skull, outside itching to be set free of this unwanted anxiety. Nothing had gone wrong that day, it all went rather smoothly in your opinion, so you didn’t know why you couldn't go to sleep. You couldn't pinpoint the reason as to why you were so restless, your body so against much needed sleep.

Throwing your covers off your body, you slipped from your bed and quietly made your way out of the cabin. Inhaling deeply, you breathed in the fresh air, hoping that it would push this feeling aside. However, it only seemed to worsen it. You sighed in exhaustion and annoyance, just wanting this feeling to go away.

“I might as well check on everyone.” You mumbled to yourself, making your way to the nearest cabin.

Slowly opening the door, you peaked your head in, scanning the room in the little light the moon provided. Everyone was asleep and nothing seemed off there but that nagging feeling still sat antsy in your gut. Closing the door, you trudged your way over to the next cabin, checking the children in there as well. Still, nothing seemed off, yet the feeling resided. This would repeat till you got to the last cabin.

When you peaked into the last cabin, you scanned over the children, making sure all of them were in their beds, which they were. Glancing at the back of the cabin, you watched through the thick shadows, something shift. Your blood ran cold and stared hard at the spot you saw move. For what felt like hours, you stared at that spot but nothing happened again. Taking a deep breath, you backed away from the door and calmed your brain down. You had simply syked yourself out, nothing was there.

Closing the door, you made your way back to your own cabin, laying down in your own bed. The feeling had left but it had been replaced with a slight sense of dread, one that feared the upcoming future. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to sleep, telling yourself that these feelings were nothing more than your imagination.

In the morning, the feelings had passed.

“Good morning campers. I hope we all had a good first day yesterday.” May was the one to address the campers this morning, leading the day off with an encouraging speech. Each cabin leader took a turn giving a speech throughout the entire week, a rule set in place to make sure everyone was included. “Are you ready to have fun today?” She yelled, exciting the younger kids all around her.

The room lit aflame with energy as May only continued to excite their little brains. She spoke of all the activities planned for today, which included swimming, ultimate frisbee, free time, a relay race, and as many other things the camp planners could squeeze into one day. The second day was always so active, the counselors trying their best to wear the kids out earlier on in the week. Most of the time, it worked. This tactic very rarely failed to miss its intended mark.

“Alright, let’s settle down. Before we get into all that cool and exciting stuff, we have to go over safety precautions. The last thing any of us want is for someone to get hurt, so here are just a few general rules to get this week off on a safe note. Rule one, always have at least one person with you at all times. Rule two, stay near counselors or adult supervisors you can trust.” The list went on for a little while.

You could already tell some of the kids were bored. It wasn't until May got to the last rule when the campers began to pay any attention. “And finally campers, please no swimming without a lifeguard. We do not want anyone to drown alright. If you see someone in the water without a lifeguard present, please inform one of the counselors around you. Everyone in this room is trained to help.” Her tone was serious and stern, one she used to make words stick inside campers minds. This trick always worked.

Once the rules were finished, May had the campers split up into cabins and make their way over to the dining hall. It was time for breakfast. It didn’t take long for everyone to file out of the mess hall and make their way over to the dining hall, leaving behind you and a few other counselors. Quickly you guys clean up, following after the others only five minutes after they had left.

You were about halfway to the dining hall when you realized you had left your jacket in your cabin. “Hey Lynn, I’m going to head back to the cabin, I forgot my jacket.” You called out before turning around. As you walked away, you could hear Lynn say something about how it wasn’t even that cold in the dining hall, a statement that caused you to roll your eyes.

As quickly as possible, you rushed back to your cabin, hastily grabbing your jacket and running back out of the cabin. You struggled to put the jacket on as you made your way to the dining hall, your arms getting stuck on the folds of the sleeves. You had pulled the jacket over your shoulders when your eyes made contact with the lake.

For a moment, you stopped, your mind always so enthralled whenever you looked at that shining lake. Each small ripple shimmered in the warm sunlight, casting such a gentle ambiance across the shore that surrounded the lack. Even at night, when the lake was dark and the sky had fogged over, there was still a haunting charm that surrounded those crystal waters.

As your eyes scanned over the lake and your attention was pulled away from getting breakfast, your lungs let out a relaxed exhale. You made your way to the dock and stood at the end, your eyes glazing over those still waters with an admiration you’ve never given to anything or anyone.

Reaching down, you placed your hand in the cool water, smiling down at your wonky reflection. You retracted it a moment later and decided to head back to breakfast, a warm smile ever so present on your jovial face.

The day went and came. Then the next and then the next.

It was on the last day of camp that you saw a figure across the lake one early morning. You were painting when you noticed them from the corner of your eye, their presence looming over you like a hawk, stalking your every move. The presence reminded you of the one from nights before in the cabin.

A chill ran down your spine and you went to turn and leave when the figure vanished. You didn’t see where they went or what they fully looked like but you knew that it was trouble. You knew that whatever the figure was, it was across the lake and was far from your reach. You hoped that they would keep their distance.

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chainsofaether · 2 months

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Does your character like their appearance/does it fill them with a sense of pride? Do they take full ownership over their body and engage in things like hair dye, body piercings, tattoos, etc? Or are they shier, whether due to outside expectations or their own dysmorphia?

A very basic picture for reference.

Nyxathe is pretty aware she is generally attractive and she makes effort to enhance that where she can. She uses makeup rather often, partly to draw attention to certain features but also to add a bit of color to her otherwise extremely pale skin. She's a bit of an oddity for someone that lives in Ul'dah though.

Very tall for a woman in Ul'dah considering most are Lalafel or Hyur. She also doesn't tan at all. She just burns if she spend to much time in the sun. Her eyes are pretty, if mismatched. Full lips, often painted in a pale red to add more color.

But without getting in to more detail as we trail down past her shoulders, yes she's proud. Though she might not admit it. Bragging isn't really her thing. But even without the admission it's easy enough to see that she spends time on her appearance, picks out clothes that flatter her shape rather then hide it. All that leads the suggestion of pride.

Of course few people are entirely narcissistic about their appearance. Does she really find her eyes attractive? After all the right is rather odd. That's closer to something she's learned to accept then outright have pride in. It's a unique aspect if nothing else though.

A small hit to her pride though is her memory of her mother. A small part of her thinks she doesn't quite live up to her beauty. While Nyx knows she's nothing to be ashamed off she does wish she was a bit more. Nyx forgets though that she hasn't actually seen her mother in more then half her life. Her memory is less reality and more a figment. Plus, just maybe, if she ate more she'd get what she wants. Put a little weight on girl. Stop hyperfocusing on experiments and enjoy a cupcake or something.

As for the second question, Not really. One she likes her stark white hair. Not that she doesn't look good in other colors and styles. Plus the white makes taking on any color extremely easy.

But have you ear tired to dye your foot plus long ears without getting the dye in them? It's something of a nightmare. She can do it but it's extremely time consuming. Plus she has another problem. Thanks to her messed up aether her hair grows at rapid rate. So any dye job would be obvious if she didn't reapply almost daily. Which also means long hair styles are a must if she doesn't want questions.

So dying her hair is largely off the table. The ears present another problem though. They are extremely sensitive. She does not like random people touching them. She really doesn't like the degree of pain they experience. So ear piercings aren't really her thing.

The rest of her body is untouched too though not for any particular reason beyond she's content with her appearance. She could probably be convinced to try some piercing elsewhere. Or one day she'll find a piece of jewelry she'd really like to wear.

Tattoo are another topic entirely though. Nyxathe has some skill in Alchemy so she can make her own grimoire. But this has put the thought in her head of applying magical symbols to her skin. She knows some tradition of magic go that route and she's curious of the benefits. She's been considering a nontoxic, but highly conductive ink she could use. A lot of grimoire ink isn't really appropriate for the body though all of it is Aetherically conductive.

So one day she'll turn herself in to a canvas. One that she gets someone to stain with geometric patterns.

But no, not shy. She's comfortable up to just straight up striping down in front of people if it's more expedient, the situation is more important then modesty. They can look if they want, just no touching without asking.

Thank you Sea for the ask! I hadn't really thought about piercings that much in regards to Nyx. Give her magic ones and she'll put get pierced immediately though. Now I have to sit here and think what she thinks about piercings and tattoos on other people. First thought, hot. Well see if that's really her thought though.

#ff14 #asks #nyxathe #queue

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hxneyhxrts · 2 years

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Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 5)

Part 4

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God Must Hate Me

Jake almost couldn’t bring himself to attend the graduation.

Since his little revelation (could it be called that if Rooster had to practically beat it into him?), Hangman had successfully and narrowly avoided Gwyn outside of any professional setting.

For the most part.

There was the occasional run-in in the hallway or casual glance during meetings, but those interactions were enough to shake him so thoroughly that he had avoided her like the plague.

Unless they were flying.

In the sky, they were just pilots with a job to do and drills to work through. He had something else to focus on, somewhere to put his hands so they wouldn’t traitorously reach for her instead. It was also the only place he allowed himself to really talk (honestly, “flirt” was probably the better word) with her, pushing at pulling at her over comms from the safety of his plane where he couldn’t see her face light up or twist in annoyance. Treating her like everyone else could be done, so long as he had the buffer of open air between them so she couldn’t see him wiping his hands across the canvas covering his thighs every few minutes.

Drills became his favorite part of the day.

The utter helplessness Jake felt was what had him casting off attending their graduation altogether, but Bradshaw had given him a knowing smirk and teased him about being a good squad leader and making a good example.

So he sat through the ceremony, completely tuning out whatever instructor they had deemed important enough to speak about the eliteness of Top Gun, and keeping his eyes glued to the back of Gwyn’s head from her seat in the front row. He hadn’t seen her face yet, thank God, and he had spent the entire ceremony thus far mentally preparing himself for the inevitable.

Too soon, the speeches and clapping and whoops were over, and Jake steeled himself with his signature smirk as graduates filed their way around him with grins that he met with small, “congratulations”. His eyes snagged on the very person he had been eyeing since he arrived, holding his breath until he saw her quickly peel away from the crowd and stalk away alone.

He wanted to follow her. Wanted to chase after her and ask if everything was okay. He could easily blame it on being a concerned squadron leader, he reasoned.

Alec slid up next to him as he stared at the spot she had just been, the other man’s eyes scanning the crowd as he spoke. “It’s too goddamn hot to have these things outside.”

Phoenix appeared at Jake’s other shoulder, the brunette only glancing at him strangely before addressing the younger lieutenant. “Where’s the rest of you?” she teased.

Laughter peeled from Alec’s chest. “She ran to change her clothes real quick. Hates the dress whites.”

Jake blew out a sigh that had lodged itself in his throat, the noise immediately drawing the attention of both of his counterparts, but he drew on a smile before Phoenix pushed her way into figuring him out the way she always seemed to do.

Guests and graduates alike mingled all around them, and he half wondered which were here for her. He couldn’t spot any with the same wild hair or curve to their nose, and no one seemed to be looking around for her the way he was.

Strange.

“Oh, darling, thank God! I was starting to think you forgot how to do the zipper,” Alec hollered, a few people turning to gawk at his volume, but his eyes (and Jake’s) remained on the girl sliding through the crowd. “It goes up and down, by the way.”

Her laugh was short but filled with mirth nonetheless. She slid under Alec’s arm, and Jake wanted to laugh at the pathetic jealousy that cracked itself open inside of him.

Jealous.

He was jealous.

Of fucking Alec.

Phoenix congratulated them both with a polite smile as Coyote came up behind the pair and shook their shoulders. “Look at you two! Freshly graduated and already landing a spot with the big boys, huh?”

Words blurred together and Jake tuned them out, not really in the mood for teasing and talking, until a hand landed at his elbow softly. Hesitantly.

Looking up was useless, he knew who it was immediately from the tingles he felt where her hand met his body, but he did it anyway. Her eyes were on him and she was smiling. Not the full, broad grins she handed out freely during drills or when Alec made some raunchy comment that made Jake look like a saint. No, this smile seemed private, like it was only meant for him.

Fuck.

“I wanted to say thank you, Lieutenant Seresin,” she started, pulling her hand away while Jake resisted the urge to grab it and put it back on his arm. “Alec and I are really excited to join the team and work with you.”

“Jake,” he barely choked out past his own tongue. “You can call me Jake.” His hands clenched by his sides and it was the weight of Phoenix’s eyes on the side of his head that forced him to grin that infamous Hangman grin when he spoke next. “Since we’re on the same team now, and all.”

Gwyn smiled again, this one happier, and God he wished Trace would mind her business so he could swallow and short circuit in peace.

“Jake,” Gwyn said, finally.

“Gwyn,” he replied.

“Alec,” her RIO announced, inserting himself into their bubble. He smiled down at his friend and Jake watched as color filled her cheeks. “So Jake,” Alec began, tone light and teasing, “what’s the job?”

“Not today,” Jake insisted. “Today is about you guys. We can talk specifics later. For now, just enjoy the day with your families.”

Alec’s face dropped at the mention of family, head whipping around to scan through the faces gathered. His brown was pinched as he turned back to Gwyn. “Where are they?”

The younger girl looked sheepish and Jake zeroed in on the expression. “Not here,” she muttered.

Alec’s jaw tensed before he slid his arm from her shoulders and spun on his heel. “I’m calling them,” he decided and Gwyn was quick to snatch his arm to yank him back.

“I will tell them!” she insisted. “Just not yet.”

Shaw looked at her wearily, his gaze more serious than Jake had ever seen it. With a sigh, he pulled his arm free, but remained where he stood. “Fine,” he relented.

Natasha had struck up a conversation with Payback, leaving Jake to witness the conversation play out alone. The look on Gwyn’s face told him now wasn’t the time to pry.

So he smirked instead, faux cheer and coolness clouding him. “Now that you two are finished with your lover’s quarrel, we have speed drills tomorrow at nine.” He turned to leave, and realized his fists were still clenched at his sides. “Don’t be late,” he threw over his shoulder before charging away as quickly as he could without raising suspicion.

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California had taken a noticeable break from its unrelenting heat, and the crisp morning that greeted them was refreshing. The sky was clear and bright and Jake had secretly relished in the dew he had to wipe from the canopy of his plane before takeoff.

The perfect morning, he mused.

The drills were to be done solo today, each pilot running through routine speed drills and the like by themselves. ‘Back to basics,’ Maverick had said. A way to keep everyone fresh and alert in case they got called out. Jake didn’t mind and found it a bit easier to focus without others around him.

The threat of attack was always looming over them, a counter strike against their last mission, but the urgency seemed to be fading with every day that passed. Jake reasoned that if an attack were actually planned, it would’ve happened by now. Yet, he kept that to himself, content to enjoy the quiet days with his team.

And now Gwyn, he could begrudgingly admit.

Gwyn, who was now taking her laps out at the clearing. He had decided against listening in on comms, preferring to give himself a little bit more time before he had to be consumed by her for the day.

He had leaned himself against one of the makeshift desks in the hangar, chatting with Payback, and silently counting down the minutes until he knew Cheek and Rev were scheduled to return. If his friend noticed him anxiously glancing at his watch every few minutes, he didn’t say anything.

The sound of boots pounding against the cement echoed suddenly, a fast and angry stride filling his ears. He turned his head to find Maverick trying and failing to keep pace with a much larger man. A sailor, by the looks of his uniform, mixed blues and boots that thunked with every heavy step he took. The man was broad, just a hair shorter than Jake, but not weaker by any means. And by the look on his pinched face, he was pissed.

“Where is she?” he all but yelled, and Maverick’s stumbling steps caught up to him as he replied.

“She just landed, it’ll just be a moment, Commander.”

Jake’s spine straightened unconsciously at the title, but the man didn’t seem to care who was around or who was listening as he stormed closer.

“Gwyn!” came Alec’s holler from the opposite direction.

Jake’s head swiveled to find Alec chasing her much like Maverick had chased the newcomer, desperately trying to match her pace.

If he thought the commander looked angry, it was nothing compared to the malice that poisoned Gwyn’s usually open and bright face.

“What the hell are you doing?” she sneered, chucking her helmet to the side as she stomped, coming almost toe to toe with the sailor, and Jake actually cringed at the way her voice rattled through the room.

A voice that was directed at someone several ranks above her.

Christ.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he fired back, hands on his side in a pose that screamed authority. Gwyn didn’t even flinch.

The tension in the room could’ve been sliced with a knife and every single team member who had gathered for drills watched the exchange like a tennis match, eyes bouncing back and forth and rapt with attention.

“What are you even doing here?” Gwyn hissed, and Alec eyed her nervously from where he was rooted just a few feet behind her.

“No, no, no,” the commander barked. “It’s not your turn to ask questions. I want to know what you’re doing. Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were at Top Gun? You didn’t think to call me and let me know?” his voice rose with each word, and Jake clamped down on the urge to step in. “I had to hear that you were not only here, but had graduated, from my fucking coworkers!”

“So you think it’s okay to drive down here and jump on my radio?” Gwyn shouted, throwing her hands up in a rage.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” her opponent pressed.

The young woman laughed in disbelief, gesturing to the space between them. “Look at how you’re taking it. Would you tell you?”

“I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation with you,” the commander hissed. “I mean didn’t a kid die in this program a few years ago? And you thought ‘oh that’s perfect’? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I finished top of my class,” Gwyn raged, moving in closer now, getting a wary glance from Maverick. “None of this has anything to do with you.”

The sailor’s face deepened several shades, and Jake noticed Phoenix cringe beside him as the man practically roared at his team member. “It has everything to do with me!”

Hangman couldn’t help the small surge of pride at seeing Gwyn hold her ground so well against someone who made men cower for a living. A ridiculous feeling, but one he reveled in.

“How?” Gwyn shouted, more of a demand than a question. Jake’s ears were beginning to ring at the sheer volume, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. It was like watching a plane crash that you desperately want to look away from, but watch in morbid fascination, eager to see what happens next.

“Because I love you!”

A stone dropped in his stomach.

Gwyn scoffed, putting her hands on her hips and perfectly mirroring the commander’s stance as he barreled on. “And when you love something, you tend to want what’s best for them. And this-” he gestured around wildly, “-is not necessarily what I think is best. It’s dangerous. It was one thing for you to enlist and just fly, but Top Gun?”

Jake had never considered the possibility that Gwyn had someone waiting for her at home. He had never stopped to think that there could be someone out there who saw the same obvious appeal in her that he did. Now being faced with it, watching an actual lover’s spat play out in front of him…

He swallowed down that now familiar pang of jealousy.

Because of course she had her person. No one that charismatic and alluring stayed single for very long, and Jake had been too naive in his blooming feelings for her to consider that she had already been plucked off the market.

Not the perfect morning, then.

Gwyn spun on her heel, heading back out towards the tarmac. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

The commander huffed. “I don’t want to spend our first day together in months fighting. I’d rather talk this out now before we end up bickering at dinner.”

“Too bad,” Gwyn snorted, snatching her helmet from where it had skittered across the cement.

Jake watched Gwyn’s partner clench his fists, nostrils flaring. “Lieutenant Canadee, I am not asking you, I am telling you.”

Gwyn stopped a few feet away, shoulders tense and hand curled into a fist where it white-knuckled her helmet.

Then all hell broke loose.

Gwyn turned on him, quicker than Jake could process, striding to do him fast enough to charge him before Alec grabbed her forcefully by the arm. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” She was pushing against Alec who had now inserted his full body between her and the sailor. “You’re pulling rank? We aren’t even in the same division, dickhead!”

“Canadee!” Maverick chastised, seemingly without realizing it. At his voice, Cheek stopped bucking against her friend, but her eyes remained locked on the commander.

Rev’s hands were firmly planted against her chest as he spoke to the man over his shoulder. “If it makes you feel any better, Mo, she has a fantastic flying partner. Real handsome guy,” he joked, trying to dispel the tension even though his voice was strained.

The man, Mo, broke his stare, and the look he leveled Alec with was venomous. “That doesn’t give me any sort of relief, Lieutenant Shaw.”

Alec’s face fell slightly and Gwyn was lunging again while he pushed at her shoulders. “Watch how you speak to him.”

Alec blanched, the pure panic in his eyes finally registering. “G, it’s fine. Just-”

“No, it’s not.”

“It’s fine, I promise-”

“I’m not going to let him-”

“Gwyn, I am begging you to just let it go and walk away,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Gwyn’s eyes were still steely, but she relented and turned to leave once more.

Mo scoffed. “See you at dinner!”

Alec’s hand grabbing the back of her suit was the only thing that kept her from turning around.

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Drills came and went, Gwyn remaining silent throughout the entire day and stomping off once four o’clock rolled around. Jake tried not to envision her getting dressed for her dinner date, tried not to think about how she’d pick out something nice to wear despite her irritation, and how badly he wished he was on the receiving end of her efforts.

‘This is fucking stupid,’ he told himself. ‘Who cares that she has a boyfriend?’

‘Or a husband,’ came the reply in his head.

He wanted to throw up at the thought.

Jake Seresin had always been a jealous person. Vehemently so. Old girlfriends had teased him for it, but he had never minded it. He was man enough to admit that maybe he toed the line of being possessive, but it had never bothered him. Not like this.

She was in a relationship. Someone loved her. There was someone waiting for her at home, someone who cared so deeply about her that they’d risk her wrath just to keep her safe. Sure, Jake thought it a bit ridiculous for her partner to try managing her so closely, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that there was someone to try and manage her, regardless of how controlling it seemed.

It wasn’t his place to be angry. It wasn’t his place to quietly simmer at the man who had waltzed in and tried to outrank her feelings and aspirations because it wasn’t what he wanted. Jake knew it wasn’t his business how their dynamic played out, but he couldn’t help disliking the way Mo had spoken to Gwyn, the way he had tried to dictate her with such authority. He could understand being upset. Hell, Jake would even be upset if his girlfriend (or wife, he thought bitterly) hadn’t told him about shipping off to Top Gun. Maybe even livid. But he wouldn’t try to stop her. He’d never even dream of it.

It wasn’t about what he would do, though. Gwyn wasn’t his girlfriend (or fuck, his wife), and it wasn’t up to him how their relationship unfolded.

And besides, he had only known her for about two weeks. Two weeks was nothing compared to a relationship with someone in love.

He knew all of this.

It didn’t lessen the sting.

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The Hard Deck was just as deafening as usual. Aviators and civilians alike crawling their way through and around each other filled the space, and God even the air felt sticky.

Gross.

Jake’s foul mood was absolutely to blame for the bitterness in his attitude, but he couldn’t be assed to care. He lost count how many times Rooster had ribbed him for glaring at anyone who brushed too close to the group, joking that the Navy had invested in guard dogs. Even biting back at Bradshaw felt like a chore, so he just let him ramble on.

Maverick had showed up not long after them, choosing to sit at the bar and longingly stare at the older brunette mixing drinks behind it.

A man in love.

How awful.

Jake was just starting to find amusement in the love-stricken face of his instructor when a bawdy cheer and holler tore his attention back to his team. Coyote had his arms raised in greeting before bringing them down to clap Alec across the back as the man stumbled in with a placated smile, Gwyn trailing closely behind him.

And behind her, the commander.

The elder had dressed out of his uniform, like the twins, opting for something much more casual. The way Gwyn pulled at the hem of her denim shorts snagged his attention, and fuck, he wished California wasn’t so goddamn hot so she didn’t wear those goddamn shorts that strung him out.

She was smiling, a complete switch in her scowl from earlier, as she shoved at Payback affectionately before turning to him. Her eyes lit up just a fraction, small enough that he questioned if he had imagined it, but she was walking up to him with a bounce in her step and wait fuck she was walking up to him.

“Hi,” she started, playing with her hands.

“Hi,” he responded and God he needed water or something.

He hadn’t expected to see her tonight. She was supposed to be off on some dinner date while he sulked around the bar until Penny kicked him out so he could drive himself home and wallow in his own misery for the remainder of the night. But now she was here, and this wasn’t part of the plan. He needed ample time to mentally prepare for her but now he was thrown right into the middle of her orbit, no lifeline or tapping out.

She already has someone who loves her.

Gwyn settled into the chair next to him, her arm brushing his as she settled her elbows on the high top table. A thrill ran through him at the contact and he wanted to flex his fingers so he could run them across her skin and see if it was as soft as it looked.

Jake wanted to tell her how pretty she looked in the low lighting of the bar. Or how he had memorized the curve of her cupid’s bow instead of paying attention during the team meeting. Maybe tell her that he hadn’t stopped thinking about her all day even when she wasn’t around and that his little crush was bordering on infatuation and that he had never dealt with this kind of feeling and how sick it made him to see her walk in with someone else.

“I thought you had dinner plans,” he said instead.

Her eyes softened, looking behind him at Mo quickly before turning her attention back to him. “I’ve had enough of him for the day, I wanted to hang out with you guys.”

Jake didn’t want to think what “enough of him” meant, so he just nodded instead. “So, you didn’t tell him about Top Gun?”

Gwyn tensed and he wanted to take the words right back, snatch them out of the air and swallow them whole just to wipe the soured look on her face away. “No,” she sighed. “I didn’t.” Her fingers played nervously with the cotton of Jake’s sleeve, a mindless gesture she didn’t seem to notice she was even doing, but fuck he did. He had honed in completely on the caress of her fingers through the fabric and almost missed her words altogether. “He’s just a worrier. I knew he’d be upset and try to convince me not to go, so I told him I had been stationed out in the Carolinas. I figured I’d tell him after I finished, but it looks like naval gossip beat me to the punch,” she laughed.

Jake swallowed. “He must care about you very much.”

Gwyn looked at him, almost through him, when she smiled. “Yeah. He does.”

As if sensing the discussion surrounding him, Mo popped up behind her and slung an arm across her shoulders. “Lieutenant,” he greeted them with a small smirk.

Jake’s entire body was rigid. “Commander.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes, and this time, her fingers splayed across his arm completely and intentionally. “You don’t have to call him that.”

The man laughed, shaking her shoulder a bit where he held it. “God forbid someone has some respect around here,” he laughed as he detached his arm from her shoulders to offer his hand to Jake. “Mo,” he introduced.

“Jake Seresin,” he replied, gripping the hand held out to him a little tighter than necessary.

Mo’s eyes shifted, suddenly unreadable. “Hangman,” he concluded while pointing at Jake, and the callsign sounded accusatory. He nodded his head, glancing down at Gwyn while he continued. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

‘I’ve heard all about how cozy you are with my girlfriend,’ the unspoken words hanging in Jake’s head.

‘Or wife.’

Fuck.

The air was thick around them. Gwyn had taken to nervously glancing at Mo, some unspoken conversation passing between them until the commander detached himself with a small serpentine smile.

“Well I’m gonna go play pool. You two have fun.” And with that, he was gone.

Leave it to Jake to develop feelings (and God, even flirt) with a taken woman. He deserved to get his ass kicked thinking back on all the little remarks he had made to her in an attempt to “treat her like everybody else” and the urge to stand up and deck Maverick for the suggestion was overwhelming.

“Sorry about him,” Gwyn mumbled, fingers recoiling from him and no, no, no he wanted to beg her, come back. “He can be insufferable.”

Treat her like everyone else.

“Probably just checking that I’m not putting the moves on his girlfriend,” he swallowed, itching to flee to the bar and drink his sorrows away right next to his captain.

Cheek’s eyes flew to his face, searching for something before her lip curled. “Oh my God, what? No. No, he’s not my boyfriend.”

Husband, then.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Mo’s my brother.”

Oh.

Shame pulsed at Jake’s temples at the immense relief he felt (fuck, he needed to get a grip). Gwyn was still sputtering at him, and he only half heard as she fake gagged.

“Christ, did you think he and I were dating? Oh my God, no. Ew.” She shook her head, brows completely pinched. “No, that jackass is alone forever as far as I’m concerned,” she mumbled while she played with the label on his beer.

He was her brother.

Brother.

Jake couldn’t help the grin that split his cheeks, staring at her openly and unabashedly as she ranted. He took the chance to rub the pad of his finger across the back of her hand while she talked, basking in the silk feeling until he spoke again. “I must have misread that, then,” he smiled, and he had never been happier to be wrong.

“Big time,” she laughed, eyes flickering to where his finger danced across her arm. “Besides, I don’t think any sane person would want to date me with as much as I have to move around. Not very appealing, huh?” she joked as she bumped her shoulder against his.

Single. She was single.

“You never know,” he grinned without trying, full and unguarded and he hoped she couldn’t see how completely taken with her he was.

She scoffed, but it held no malice. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

They certainly would.

Part 6

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Celegorm NSFW Alphabet

Request: Heya...Can I get a SFW or NSFW with Celebrimbor or Celegorm? They needs more love! - anon

A/N: I chose Celegorm for now since I had a ton of requests for him already, perhaps I'll do Celebrimbor another time when requested. Here you go, everyone's favourite horny feral elf. I feel like I've went seriously in depth with his character due to his constant-like horniness lol.

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

Aftercare is the last thing on Celegorm’s mind when he’s finished fucking the life out of you. When he's thrown his body on whatever surface you two were going at it, the most he’d do is pull you close to him and cling to you like some oversized child. The sweatiness between you two doesn’t bother him and he pays no mind to if it bothers you because in his mind, you two were sweaty while fucking and you weren’t complaining. If for some reason Celegorm was overly rough and realised that you can’t move or walk, then he’d act on caring for you while making some smug comment about how his skills were great and you couldn’t keep up. He’d prep you a warm bath with healing herbs and would most definitely get in with you, in an attempt to initiate some more intimacy well giving you a massage. He’s still affectionate as ever and it doesn’t change before and after sex, if anything, it might become unbearable at times, but it’s Celegorm. What else to expect?

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

Like all his muscular cousins, Celegorm loves every part of him that showcases his strength. From his arms to his chest and abs to his thighs and legs. He’d even go as far as tell you that he loves his cock because of the things he can do with it to you. Very vain with his appearance and prides himself on being probably the strongest. As someone who spends time in the forest, he would adopt many animalistic traits, and like animals who adore showing off their strength to their lovers, Celegorm does the same. From pinning you, or picking you up in mid-air, Celegorm never lets you question his strength because he’s always proving it to you.

On you, this elf loves your ass and anything he could do to it. Has coaxed you into trying anal and it has become his favourite part of sex. During the activity, his hands would be greedily on your ass, slapping and pinching, groping and rubbing your flesh as if he was kneading dough. You can bet that during the day, it doesn’t matter if you're wearing a dress, skirt or pants (better if it’s pants) Celegorm’s hands have found purchase upon your ass and smacked it numerously. Complaining about it doesn’t help either, because it gives him leeway to touch your ass more by offering to rub it. But during sex, he’s a menace when it comes to your ass. He has stuck his finger in your ass while fucking you and rimming is a fav of his to show appreciation.

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

He’s at times, a bit selfish when it comes to cum. As much as he’s fucking you, he puts his pleasure on the front burner and demands to be pleasured rightly so he could cum. Celegorm doesn’t have a problem with creating mess and would cover you in his cum if he could, and he probably has before. He considers it a privilege to have his cum either in or on you, so it’s best to not complain. He paints your body with his cum as if it’s a canvas, your face, your chest, your stomach, your ass, your back, heck even your folds. The sight of you covered in his cum makes him find you more beautiful or maybe it’s his hunter-like traits of wanting to mark you and keep you away from other males. When he does decide to cum in you, it’s for the sake of his undeniable breeding kink that his entire house adopted. Celegorm will fill you to the brim and remain logged in you, refusing to allow one drop of his cum to seep out. when he fucks you, he tends to adopt an animalistic approach after spending years in the forest intermingling with other predators.

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

Not really a dirty secret, but it’s no joke that Celegorm has a talented nose that can sniff out anything within a mile. He could even sniff out whenever someone lying. So, he uses this ability of his to sniff out whenever you’re fertile and your pheromones are at their highest before cornering you. Very predatory about his approach and would chase you like a wolf and bunny, throwing in the pet names to make the chase more exciting. He likes to spend a good portion before the actual sex smelling you. Yes, and I mean he'd bury his face between every crook of your body and legs to smell your arousal before having a taste. It is practically impossible to hide your arousal from him especially when he’s the reason behind it.

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

This ellon is experienced with pleasuring himself and understands the inner working of the body of others and that’s all everyone needs to know. When he approaches you, whether it’s the first time or five hundredth time, he’s professional with his movements. They make you question if he’s experienced or not, but that’s just Celegorm saying that he’s the best at what he does. As a Feanorian, he never does anything half-assed and would hate to have rumours spread about him not excelling in the department of pleasure, it would kill his pride as a Feanorian. The first time the both of you got together, there wasn’t an ounce of fear or nervousness in his eyes or body language, his movements were that of a predatory stalking its prey.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

An elf with a taste for your ass would obviously love to fuck you doggy style. Just to have his hands all over your ass, touching, biting, slapping until it’s a bruising red, groping, you name it. Celegorm has done it all to and with your ass in that position. He’d go as far as to accidentally say “oops, wrong hole” before taking you anal. Uses this position three-quarters of the time when he wants to be rough (which is all the time) and feral or that animalistic side to him takes control. He loves to rest his full weight atop you in the position, sandwiching you between the mattress, so you can’t do anything but lie there and take it. Whenever it gets rough in that position, he’d arch your back in the most painful arches and then tug your head back to look him in the eye.

This goes without saying, mating press because it’s Celegorm, enough said. The other quarter of the time, you’re in the mating press and whenever he’s finished with you, aftercare is extremely important. Sex with Celegorm is something no one should take lightly. He’s rough and aggressive with his movements, thus, it takes a great toll on your body when he’s finished with contortion. Whether he’s in the breeding mood or not, it’s a popular go-to position for him that gets his blood pumping. It makes his brain fuzzy because you’re so much smaller underneath him and you’re struggling to take him all. Brings out that size and stomach-bulging kink.

Loves when you ride him because he loves to watch you struggle to stay upright as you attempt to take him all. In between, he’s thrust upwards just to make you fall onto his chest, only for him to plant his feet into the mattress and drive himself into your heat. He’ll pin you to his chest and force you to lay there and take his cock. When he’s feeling a bit forgiving, he’ll lean back and let you do your thing without helping. Teasing you about how you require help but you’re a big girl/boy, so you could do it on your own. It’s a position that gives him free access to your chest and neck. When he’s finished, you’ll look as though a vampire had its way with you.

Being someone who’s one of the strongest in the family and super buff, Celegorm does not shy away from picking you up and bouncing you on his cock. He’s more than strong to hold your weight and move you along his length. Behind a pair of curtains, in public in an alleyway or in a cramped closet, he makes use of the position. Also uses it to show off his infamous strength if you ever doubt him.

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

It’s impossible to laugh during sex with Celegorm given the way he’s fucking you. He’s majority of the time rough, and in no way can you catch your breath to laugh about intrusive thoughts or his actions. Celegorm would literally fuck the laughing jitters out of you, he hates it. The noises you should be making are moans and cries of his name from pleasure, scream if you want to, but only from pleasure. He becomes aggravated whenever you laugh, it gives him the right to assume you’re making fun of him and as a Feanorian, it wounds his pride. This leads him to prove that sex with him is no laughing matter.

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

Our hunter-elf doesn’t have a spec of hair or even a happy trail, disappointing. He’s completely shaven and clean, he’s never had to worry about the growth of hair down there. You’re lucky he doesn’t have hair, if he did, he’d keep it trimmed but never completely bare.

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

It’s rare for Celegorm to be interested in intimacy given his rough nature during sex because whether you make eye contact or not, whether you have your lips attached to his or not, it doesn’t bother him – all he wants to is to be buried in your heat and nothing else. Perhaps when it was your first time, he decided to be a bit soft by looking you in the eyes and wanting to have his lips attached to yours, but as times rolled on by, it didn’t really matter.

There are times (rare times) when Celegorm gets hit with sentimental feelings and decides to be softer – tell me what spell you cast. During such moments, you can expect to hear him whisper how much he loves you or he’s grateful for you in his life.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I agree with numerous headcanons about him his sex drive being the highest in the family because of his hunter-like characteristics. Spending years in the forest among the animals and understanding their nature prompts Celegorm to adapt their behavioural traits. He acts as though he’s always in heat and has to relieve himself 25/8. Not someone who’s ashamed about his sexual desire but makes the effort to relieve himself somewhere quiet. If someone were to come across his, it’s not his fault but theirs. Any clothing attire of yours would do since he has an excellent nose, but the best article is your underwear. He’ll wrap it around his cock and imagine it’s your mouth sucking him off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I’d break my wrist if I wrote all this elf’s kinks, he’s the kinkiest of them all. Let’s start with the most obvious, breeding kink. Celegorm comes from a huge family, and even though thoughts of having children may have or have not been circulating in his head, the urge to breed you is strong. It’s like breeding kinks hereditary among the house of Feanor. The idea of you being all round and stuff, consumed by him and his cum is the tipping block that makes him ravenous. He doesn’t care if you could barely contain all the cum he’s giving you and some is spilling out, he’s filling you up. By the end of the session, there’s normally a small bump that clearly indicates that’s his cum.

Exhibitionism all the way and it’s something as his lover, you’re going to have to become familiar with performing. He doesn’t necessarily have a reason for when his kink strikes. He’ll make you sit on his lap while his cock is buried in you as he speaks with his brothers as if he isn’t fucking you. Celegorm has no shame. Curufin being his closest brother would sometimes walk in on you both in his study or room and simply sit and wait until you two are finished. Curufin has seen it all and I’m surprised he isn’t scarred. There is no part of the palace where you two haven’t fucked and almost no work has not come across the both of you in very provocative positions. It’s worse when his jealousy is boiling because he’ll go as far as to fucking you in his cousin's room and have them sit and watch.

Dacryphilia is high on his list as well. To him, seeing tears of pleasure streaming down your face as he’s giving it to you hard and fast makes his pride swell. You’re so riddled by the pleasure he’s donning, that you can’t help but shed tears which makes you appear more beautiful. The level of filth that gets spewed past his lips as you're crying is phenomenal. He has it in his mind that if you’re not crying from pleasure, then he isn’t fucking you right. It pushes him to overstimulate or become even rougher, and lots of other kinks get whipped out.

A two-in-one, Celegorm is an avid dirty talker and tends to humiliate you with a tad bit of degradation, but it’s never overdone. His form of degradation is more praising if you get what I’m saying. It goes up a notch when he’s feeling to breed you. I guess that’s three in one, but he combines it all into one and layers them on you. Reducing you to a pathetic mess that’s hungry for his cock, but is willing to please him well, are the main topics he humiliates you on. Pinning you down while burying his fingers in your heat and mocking you with your voice, laughing in your face and dragging things out. it’s a surprise that he had the patience to do tease you given his insatiable appetite. His favourite thing to call you is his 'cock sleeve'.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere that allows him to have you is good enough for him, however, he can bend to your wish if you aren’t a fan of public sex and prefers to be indoors. The exception he got you to allow was forest sex once you were far from civilization. He’d take you deep into the wood near a hot spring or waterfall and have some outdoor sex with you. Celegorm is grandiose and spontaneous, so it’s expected of him to be open to trying adventurous sexual acts with you. He's open to taking you wherever he pleases. He’d take you behind doors and leave the door open for the thrill of getting caught, so if you’re having sex behind closed doors, tell him to lock it.

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

Just say the word and Celegorm is ready to go. He has a lot of pent-up frustration during the war and oath, so initiating sex would be pleasing to him as an output. You could wear anything, and Celegorm would find you appetizing with the desire to have you. Low cuts, revealing back and legs, tight clothes and pants, he’s licking and biting his lips imagining that it’s your skin. Furthermore, any sort of high-pitched whines and gasps from you, makes his cock hard and he’s pulling you away from any activity you’re busy with to fuck in some room.

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

The only few acts that Celegorm wouldn’t engage in are things like watersport and scat. He doesn't mind sharing despite being an extremely jealous person (Curufin is the exception). Not to mention possessive which is why you’re constantly covered in hickeys and appear as if you’ve been attacked by a vampire. They are many kinks that Celegorm would definitely try because it was thrilling and brings excitement to your sex life. He isn’t a boring person, he’s grandiose and over-the-top, thus things that would make his adrenaline pump is perfect for him. He fancies a literal game of wolf and bunny and would hunt you just like a predator.

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

Celegorm is aggressive with his oral skills. He’s eager and doesn’t hesitate to tear off your clothes before you’ve even had the chance to remove them yourself. At times, he’ll just pull your underwear to the side or rip them and just dive in. He has no problem if you want to sit on his face and ride his tongue like a rodeo, go right ahead. He loves seeing how crazy you become and lose yourself on his tongue. Very skilled and second to his older brother in the orals department. Doesn’t have an oral fixation but enjoys it when he can sit between your legs and spend some time savouring your essence. There are moments when he’s very cruel with his oral skills – he’ll hold you down and overstimulate you, prompting you to squirt on his face. He doesn’t let you control the pace and demands that you bask in the pleasure he’s giving.

Never will he ever says no to you sucking him off and doesn’t fancy letting you control the pace. Everything for Celegorm is hard and fast, which also includes when you’re sucking him off. Terrifyingly dominant and either guides your head along his cock or holds your head still and thrusts his hips hard and fast. He loves when he hears you gagging on his cock because it fuels his ego into him believing that his cock is big. He loves his blowjobs sloppy and messy, so cry and drool all over his cock and makes him feel as if he has the best in the world. Celegorm would be honest that he prefers to receive over giving, thus sucking him off is more highly performed than him going down on you.

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

I don’t know if he understands what slow and sensual mean given that he’s beyond hasty and quick-tempered. Doing things with precision and accuracy is all Celegorm, but he knows how to mix those two attributes with rough and fast and still get the job done to perfection. Even in soft sessions with praising and worshipping him would happen, he's still rough. Fast and rough is the rightest pacing for someone like Tyelko given his nature and animalistic personality.

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

Loves them wholeheartedly because he’s still able to enjoy himself and get you both off given his phenomenal skills. He doesn’t care if he has to fit you both into a cramped spacing like a broom closet or in a closet, he’s making that quickie work. Celegorm would simply drag you off to some empty room or area in the palace and remove whatever clothing into the way before taking you right there. He indulges in his kinks during quickies and the intensity of the session heighten. In ten minutes, Celegorm would have gotten you to two orgasms and spewing filth about how you’re gonna cum again for him.

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

Outdoor and public sex as well as having an exhibitionism kink are the risks that he’s willing to run with. He’ll try to get you to indulge in his hunting kink of playing chase in the woods – wolf and bunny. The most unsure kink of his you’ve attempted to incorporate into your lives was his knife kink, and even that was a challenge until you found some way to incorporate it into your lifestyle. Threesome are also on the list, he pairs up with his brother, you can guess which one. The only thing is that, Curufin doesn't get the pleasure of cumming inside you at no expense, that's reserved for Celegorm alone.

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

How long he goes for depends on your stamina because if you don’t speak up then you’re in for one hell of a night. When he starts, he doesn’t stop – he’ll keep you up from sundown to sunrise. In one evening, Celegorm would be greedy and go for four or five rounds until you call it quits. Sometimes, you feel insure because of your inability to sedate his hunger but he’s quick to reassure you that your performance isn’t the reason. “Kitten, I just can’t get enough of you – every time I feast my eyes on you, I get hungry.” That’s his response whenever you begin to feel insecure in your skills. Aside from that, Celegorm’s hunger is that of a wolf, he’s passionate about sleeping with you, and makes every minute count and enjoyable.

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

This is a hard nut to crack because Celegorm is always there to please you, so the idea of you turning to a toy for extra pleasure or desired pleasure because he isn’t around is an ultimate slap in his face. All your pleasure must come from him and no one or nothing else. But at the same time when punishment and teasing you come into play, he loves the idea of tying your arms and legs to the bedpost and fucking you with a dildo. He’ll use it to overstimulate you and listen to your cries and pleas. If vibrators existed, then he’d use that as well as you’re tied to the bedpost. He puts his brother in misery when it comes to making all sorts of dildos for your pleasure. As for Celegorm, he doesn’t mind using toys (fleshlight) on himself, but it isn’t a comfort since it doesn’t compare to your heat.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Celegorm has no sense of danger and would definitely finger you under the dinner table as you converse with his family. He’ll wait until you’re in deep conservation with his siblings and just run his fingers up your leg, slapping your hands away and just finger you. He laughs as you struggle to remain composed as you speak because your orgasm is approaching – the sucker makes you cum right there and forces you to hold in your moans. Have him deny you orgasm after orgasm and watch as you cry and beg him to let you cum. Have him whisper in your ear and drag you off to some corner to go down on you and leave you wanting at the last minute. It’s in his nature to tease, so from the start, you were playing his game.

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

Loud as a howler monkey and proud as a peacock with it – no shame, wants the entire world to know that his lover is making him feel amazing and to show off your skills. Wants to make everyone around jealous that he’s getting a little something and they aren’t. Furthermore, he wants you to know just how good you’re making him feel and to boost your confidence. However, he can be quite loud and alert the entire vicinity of your activity, so it’s best if you have sex outdoors in the wildlife (but you might scare them off) or ask him to dial it down. Lots of grunting, growling, swearing and dirty talking.

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

Probably the most shocking thing about Celegorm and he would die if the rest of the world knew about it is pegging. He hates invoking the idea but loves the pleasure that surges through his body. It’s the only time Celegorm would allow himself to be submissive, and even as he’s being pegged, he takes control of the situation. He wants to be in control of how he’s being pleasured. He’ll ride you like a stallion and make you question if he’s done that before.

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

The veiniest cock out of all his brothers and packs the most weight to it. His tip is bulbous and gets red while the rest remains the same complexion as his body. Celegorm is a grower, hence his reason for being super cocky. He knows that when his cock is erected, it shocks people who didn’t think he had length on his side. He does stand out with girth more than length though, but it doesn’t give his cock a disproportionate appearance. Celegorm’s cock is straight as a needle without the slightest curve.

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

There isn’t a member in the family whose sex drive is as close as his, some might come close but it’s still nowhere near. He would have sex no less than four times a week, and the rounds he goes for adds to his drive. His sex drive never dropped during the times of war, if anything, it remained the same. His desire for you just increased. Whenever Celegorm sees you with children, his mind pushes his body into heat to breed you which makes his sex drive in one week equivalent to a month’s worth.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He’s out like a light once you’re not looking like the dead and isn’t broken. Once you’ve shown the expressions of comfort, Celegorm will drag you into his embrace and fall right to sleep. He sleeps like a log and the house could be burning down, the earth could split in half, the dead could rise, God could walk the earth and an apocalypse could be happening, Celegorm is still snoozing. Once he’s out, you simply have to lie there in his embrace and suffer.

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I saw you in a dream… Part one: A blank Canvas

Japanese House - I saw you in a dream

Why was it like this. You aways felt so close to him, since the day you turned 16. You started hearing him, seeing his world, feeing his warmth. You felt his happiness, you felt his sadness, his frustration, you felt him. But you never met him.

Your entire life you hated your soul bond. Those dreams. You felt him but it was just a hollow reminder that you were nowhere near him. Still, you waited. Until you couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to go be happy, to live for yourself and not a dream.

You hadn’t seen Min in ages, it felt. You left the country just after your 16th birthday, he flied to see you when he could but then the traineeship got serious and you guys had to settle for texts and calls. But now you were back. “Bestie! No way I actually missed you this much.” “You bitch, it’s been years. You definitely missed me this much.” “Yeah sure, keep believing. C’mon let’s get you home.” “Roll your eyes again, maybe they’ll get stuck.”

The car ride to the dorm was filled with laughter and smiles and a few sniffles followed by scolds of “I’m driving yn, don’t make me cry.” Finally he pulled up at a large plain looking building and pulled his hood up so it cast a shadow over his eyes, and with a mask pulled up over his mouth and nose he ushered you out of the car as he grabbed both of your heavy hard case luggage bags from the trunk. Knowing what you were to face next, a buzz of nerves and anxiety settled into your stomach.

“So, we’re sure me staying here for the month is not a problem? Cause I have savings set aside, you know?” “Lee knows, Lee doesn’t care. Its so not a problem, look we’re on a break right now so it’s totally chilled. I mean you should really just be worrying about Yongbok cuddling you to death and Jeongin using your conditioner.” “His is probably way better so he should be worrying.” You pout with your arms folded as you both finally stop in front of a door you assume must be the entrance to his dorm. “See, you shouldn’t be worried… but Felix might actually cuddle you to death.”

“Wait, I missed you.” You wrap him in you arms before he can even turn the door handle but someone on the other side must have heard you two in the hallway because it opens anyway.

“Oh my god! The hyungs have to see this! You’re showing affection!” “Fuck’s sake Jeongin. Way to ruin a moment.” “OOOOOOOhhhhhhh, a moment you say.” “Oh shuttup dude. Move or grab a bag I got a jet-lagged girl over here.”

Moving away from you, Minho grumbles an apology of sorts about the younger boy before you can even see him. But there he his, the younger boy you’d seen on facetime and everywhere else really. He was always curious about his hyung’s best friend, so you’d spoken to him on your movie night face times a couple times over the years.

“Yn, hi. Come in before he starts wondering what I’ve done with ya.” He says with a light shy blush coating his cheeks. “Ok, but first we gotta do this… hug?” The word is barely out in the air before you’re wrapped in his arms, the two of you both giggling like you always did when you spoke through Minho’s phone. “Finally, somebody my age in our house. Finally, you in our house.”

He pulls you into the dorms, past the kitchen and through the passage to Minho’s room. He stops your luggage in the room next to your best friend. “Why did you two take so long? Oh god, surely he’s not your dream boy is he?” he chuckles softly. And while you do turn slightly sour at the reminder, you chuckle too. “I hope not. Doesn’t paint does he?” “Heh, haven’t got the talent for it. That reminds me, Hyunjin said something about telling you to say goodbye to Han because of something with his paint and viciously murdering him with a paintbrush.”

“My viciously murdered husband must wait because my yn is here and Chan should be here too soon. And we got food to get to.” “Min, can we get takeout, m too tired to dress up.” “Nope.” “But why not-“ “Minho! Jeongin! I got the groceries, I need a hand though.” “Ah, that’s Chan. And no, because I’m cooking for you.” “Wait-“ “It’s been years and I haven’t been able to cook for you in all that time and well, I gotta show ya how much I love you somehow.” “I missed your cooking.” “I know, we can cry later ok. You still have to tell me why you finally came back, remember?”

There was that sour feeling again.

“I know you’re going to SNU for your PhD but like come on, you were so set on waiting for dream boy.” “Yeah but I figured, I have to live for me. If soulmates are so destined then it doesn’t matter where I go, we’ll meet someday. I didn’t wanna wait for it anymore. Plus you know how much those dreams suck.” “Ugh yeah don’t we all, Hyunjin has them too and at this point we all wanna sew his lips shut. We’re practically stuck in that nightmare with him.” “Well then, he gets it. Do I get to meet the others soon?�� “Yeah, Yongbok and Seungmin should be here soon. But you need to be getting to bed, look at you half-asleep on my shoulder.” “Ok, but in the morning, by the way Chris is pretty cool.” “They all are. But you’re way cooler.”

The next morning having been woken up at 8 by Minho’s constant texts you realize that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon and cave.

“Min, I am personally gonna shove your head so far up your ass it’ll be your new party hat for the next five years.” You say as you stumble into the kitchen. Where, to your realization, you are met with three other shocked faces. “I told you guys she’s not that sweet.” “I am pure fucking sugar and rainbows, after coffee that is. But sorry for the rude first impression.”

“I made you coffee, hyung said you’d be grumpy if you came out here after his texts and there wasn’t any.” Seungmin chirped at you with the most heart melting smile you have ever seen. “Oh thank you, that is the nicest thing in the world.” “Nice to meet you, by the way I’m gonna need all the dirt you can give me on him.” “Anytime, m your girl.” “Coffee every morning in return?” “Deal.”

“Oh my god, she fits right in. I like her, we’re keeping her if she can shut Minho hyung up like that every dance practice.” “Yongbok, you’re supposed to be the sweet one.” “Just cause m not a heathen like the three of you, doesn’t mean I’m sweet.” “I like him, m keeping him.” “Y/n, no.” “Yesss, besties.” Felix lights up with the prettiest smile and you are in pieces for his beauty. But Minho sees how the boys immediately pull you over to the dark side and sighs. “What have I done?” “Will there be tequila at the party?” “Yes, y/n. And whiskey, don’t worry we got this. Jeongin, tell new bestie that we got this.” “We got this.” “I love it here.” “What have I done?”

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