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shobolanya · 7 months
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I'm listening to Till's new songs and here are my first impressions
From Nass I really like the beginning, Till's voice is gorgeous there, I like how the singing increases, the guitars are awesome too, and I like how sometimes Till sings certain words, in this case "Nass", not sure how to feel about the autotune, but on Zeit I liked it (after readind the lyrics which i didn't do properly yet)
Lecker has a sound I really like, as someone who enjoys harsh vocals I love this and I like the parts with the clean(?) voice in contrast with the harsher one, no comment on the lyrics
I like Schweiss the most I think after the first listen but mostly because of the chorus that has one of the most beautiful melodies I ever heard in my life, reminds me a bit of Blut also the keyboard is cute (lmao idk)
I'll listen to them again and maybe I'll write more about them, overall I like them!
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chimchiri · 4 days
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Different practice doodles
Ianthe ended up looking like she has a chicken leg arm. Yum!
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arttsuka · 11 days
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Woops my hand slipped and I drew them again
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imperceiveable · 2 months
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bending unit
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briviting · 2 months
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neeew sona reeeef
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officersnickers · 3 months
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About this Brown Eyed!Norman AU, can i ask some questions?
1) How are his memories? I mean a clone is a physical copy. It's like a perfect twin. Except there he has eyes in another color. I guess that they managed to copy his genius side. But how have they copy his memories?
2)Or... about his memories, did he just spoke with the real Norman and fill the gap with things that he guessed and then just perfectly play comedie when the GF kids were here?
3) A clone isn't the original, he can't ave the same feelings and stuff like that, so how much his personality and feelings are different of Norman? Is he colder with Emma and Ray because he doesn't feel the deep attachement that his orignal had? He doesnt' theorically knew them after all. So did He fakes his feelings for them to not make them suspicious? After all, everyone want the real Norman, not him, even at lambda! and he knows that he had not a lot of time to life, still because of Lambda. So if it make them happy to have Norman...he can pretend for few months...it's that?
*lacking memories, changes in behavior and preferences and of course their heart telling them that’s not their Norman led Emma and Ray to investigate Norman’s private rooms* Can you tell more about it? Give us some exemple pleae?
Oh, for sure! I love talking about stuff that's going on in my mind! 🤎
1) Norman 0.4 actually lacks several memories of the original, but only instances that didn‘t „run too deep“ in Norman from the start. For example, he remembers very well his childhood and everything he went through in Grace Field, since it affected him quite a lot, like his friendship to Emma and Ray, his relationship with Isabella, or „all the important stuff“ from the escape. But, some memories are lacking, like seconds missing from his brain, or certain names or faces. Like, Ray gets super suspicious of him when „Norman“ can‘t remember Carol‘s name the first time hearing she‘s still left in Grace Field House with Phil, Sherry and the rest; of course he then knows who Carol was again, but since the baby arrived at a time when Norman’s mind was occupied with the escape, he didn‘t quite bond with her as well as with all the other children.
So, Norman’s mind (and genius…?) were transmitted into this copy of him – please don‘t ask me how ^^‘ - but the process of transferring memories and habits wasn‘t as stable as intended. With time, Norman 0.4 gains access to more and more memories, but it‘s a process he got no real control over, with sudden flashback he can‘t quite understand, supressing them even if he becomes too overwhelmed. After all, he doesn‘t want to be Norman, he wants to be his own person, with own experiences and memories, while having to accept he got to rely on his genetic material to make this charade work in the first place. So, he not only got a God complex too, but also a clone complex. Neat.
2) Norman 0.4 wasn‘t able to speak with the og Norman since he died before this specific clone was even „awakened“ by the scientist in Lambda. He‘s like a child born from a dead father, only learning about his origin through others, videos and pics taken of Norman as well as stories told about „the very special boy“. Of course 0.4 learned through this he wasn‘t the only clone before and it also very replaceable. But, if you just started to breathe and live, you don‘t want to be tossed aside almost immidiatly because everyone just looks in your face and says to you „You‘re just not like him… and that‘s not acceptable.“ (I would go on a murder spree too if I was in 0.4‘s shoes, ngl)
3) He doesn‘t really feel anything for Ray and Emma when they appear in his life for the first time, actually. He‘s genetically bound to „like them“, that‘s what the real Norman would have done, and to prevent the mask from slipping, he tries to be exactly the friend they thought they lost… and actually did. He‘s a bit more distant, but the same degree Norman was in the manga due to his William Minerva-phase and his plans to wipe out the demons.
So at first, he did „fake“ these feelings to a degree… but slowly realized he actually longed for people to love him the way his family and friends do. With Barbara, Cislo and Vincent, they love him too, but as their Boss, their savior, not their friend (yet). The power imbalance is just too great between them, but with Emma and Ray, he feels like a „real boy“ for the first time. He enjoys hearing their fun stories about the past, enjoys sitting with them at the table, playing chess and just being with them because they want to.
But all the while, he‘s also highly conflicted, because they want Norman. Not him, the clone. He has to hide away his true (eye) colours, has to wear contact lenses which make him feel very icky all day just so they can be happy, has to pretend he knows everything about playing tag in the woods and having staying late up nights parties or a happy childhood… and he even knows. The original Norman knew, and so does he, because he‘s him, but also not, and all these emotions botting inside of him and slowly killing him, even more than the Lambda disease does (haven‘t decided on that yet though).
So to say simply – it‘s complicated.
4)*lacking memories, changes in behavior and preferences and of course their heart telling them that’s not their Norman led Emma and Ray to investigate Norman’s private rooms* Can you tell more about it? Give us some exemple pleae?
For sure! Ray begins to suspect him the first evening they are back together (much like Norman suspected him being the spy right away back in the first arc), due to a different style in playing chess. It‘s an detail explainable with new experiences and Vincent‘s influence, but once you start doubting something‘s off, you can‘t stop, not when you‘re Ray scanning everything, not when you‘re Emma with a feeling that something feels out of place. From there on, only small instances make their suspicions grow; Norman putting his hand in front of his mouth when laughing to be polite, while he did show his smile freely before; him actually drinking a cup of fennel tea offered by Ray, despite the fact he loathes the taste like nothing else after having to drink it all his sickly days in the orphanage. Avoiding their looks, mostly because his lenses are annoying him, but making it seem like he can‘t stand being viewed by them. Joining them for a meal and sitting besides them, while Norman always sit at the table across them*, to be able to look at both of them the same time. Then he can‘t remember Carol, insinst on killing the demons, acting like an adult around the children from the other farms… Small details, but enough for them to realize. Emma and Ray can‘t wrap their heads around why they are feeling like this, but they do, and they can‘t shut up their hearts, so they have to make sure once and for all.
* just like here and here:
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Just some more thoughts I had while writing this:
Norman 0.4‘s image song would be „What the World Needs“ from Ride the Cyclone The Musical (imaging this song while he cuts off the life support of the other clones lol)
this scene really gets an aftertaste in this AU:
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considering Norman 0.4 was only awakened roughly a year ago, he‘s even younger than Zazie, Hayato or Jin! Now call that a Boss Baby! 👶
Thanks a lot for asking! Your questions help a lot developing this story even further, and I hope you enjoyed my thoughts this far ^^
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yurimartyr · 7 months
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I love fancy and unnecessary synonyms I love intelligent I love superficial I love hyperbole I love convulsion I love superfluous I love specimen I love vernacular I love virtually I love retrospect I love serendipity I love leucotomy I love violet I love wolfram I love sum I love unusual I love genesis I love notwithstanding I love quicksilver I love Tellus I love antonym I love perpetual I love finite I love perplexed I love courtship I love reproduce I love procreation I love copulation I love coitus I love wow that's just a lot of fancy words for sex huh
But I also like the regular words. I like smart I like shallow I like exaggeration I like spasm I like unnecessary I like creature I like vocabulary I like basically I like second thought I like happy little accident I like lobotomy I like purple I like tungsten I like total I like weird I like beginning I like despite I like mercury I like Earth I like opposite I like eternal I like limited I like confused I like relationship I like fuck I like sex I like banging I like SEX
Woo.
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semprelibera · 1 year
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Do you think that monolingual USians know that you can learn a foreign language on your own instead of expecting your parents/grandparents to teach you or...
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stuckinakillingjar · 2 years
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i hate men. I HATE MEN.
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I’ve been fired exactly once in my life. In my early twenties I was working at a pizza place. The pizzas were artisanal, thin crust and personal. They’re a huge chain now but when I first started the company was in its infancy. It was the wild west of management, and the core investors would frequently stop by to check on things. One of these people was this round little man with rage issues. A knock off Danny Devito with no charisma at all.
His favorite thing to do was to come in on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd be at our stations: taking orders, making pizza, manning the oven, finishing orders off, running the cash register. He'd shove his way onto the line and start rearranging people. "You, get off orders and work the cash register, you come over and make the pizzas!" With a line of customers snaking out the door he'd throw off all our grooves and rattle us.
Then, inevitably, a mistake would happen.
When it did he'd call the person over and say, "Hey c'mere. You're fired." Just like that. No inflection, just a flat "You're fired." It was absolutely a power kink, and because of his involvement the average turn over was three months. You were a veteran at five months.
One night there was only three of us manning the front. I took an order than went to the cash register to ring them out before I made the pizza. This horrible man watched that then called me into the back. I didn't know if I was about to be fired. But I wasn't. In fact, he had one other move besides firing people. He yelled.
In the back he absolutely lost his mind screaming at me for being on the cash register. I'm talking veins popping, spit flying, red with rage, this man just started bellowing nonsensically about where I should be and how I was just such a failure. It was truly like his brain had shut off, nothing he was saying even made sense. I stood there in the face of this tirade for a minute and then set a record for being the first person to ever cut him short by bursting into tears.
He instantly stopped yelling and it was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was remorseful and consoling, deeply embarrassed by my display of emotion. All my male coworkers just took the abuse but faced with my weeping he about faced and instantly backed off. I went outside to cry and when I came back in he pretended it had never happened.
That was the state of things. The investors knew they desperately needed to keep this man out of the stores, but they couldn't just give him the boot. They needed to move him aside and fill his position with someone. The store manager was this lovely woman who had hired me on the spot at my interview. The entire staff adored her. She was the best fit to get this roided out investor out of the stores for good.
Her replacement was this man called Anthony. He was instantly loathed by the entire staff. Condescending, critical, and lazy he started off his reign by letting go a core lead who "back talked." He spent a whole morning berating the opening crew because the closing crew (who had sold 100 more pizzas than we were even supposed to have on hand) had forgotten to windex the doors. He left the entire crew to close without him while he flirted with a girl who wasn't his pregnant girlfriend. He hired his roommate to replace the lead he fired and even that guy hated his guts.
Our antipathy toward him made him paranoid and resentful and one by one he started finding excuses to fire the whole staff, certain that if he could clean house he'd be able to do the job. My time came, and he sat me down with his boss, my former manager. She cried as he announced I wasn't personable enough and used too many pepperonis.
I looked at her, the woman who had trained me on how many pepperoni to use, but she said nothing. What could she say? He was the boss now and had determined I was going to be let go regardless. Too many in this case was seven. Seven pepperonis on a personal pizza. The correct number was five according to him, which is one pepperoni per slice, and one in the middle.
I sat there for a moment, taking it in. I smiled at my old manager, obviously miserable. I looked back at him and said, "You're a terrible manager, you're doing the worst imaginable job." I outlined some of the things he'd done so she could hear them, then I stood up and left. I made it to the back room before I started crying.
I found out later through a bus boy that he replaced the whole staff with college kids who had such limited availability that the store couldn't run, then quit three months later leaving the whole place in shambles. Most of the old staff returned, but I'd moved onto the sex shop already and was enjoying a job with significantly less risk of being fired on a whim.
However I do have to disclose on job applications if I've ever been fired. I always says yes and list the reason as, "Excessive use of pepperoni." It has never failed to get a laugh from my interviewer.
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matcha-goblin · 9 months
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Neurodivergent people are never undiagnosed. We are misdiagnosed. Our symptoms don't go unnoticed, and people will always attribute them to some sort of cause. They'll just attribute them to personality and blame the individual for their symptoms.
For example. My autism is not undiagnosed, it's been misdiagnosed as "too sensitive," "awkward," "rude," "obsessive," and "too intense." My brother's adhd wasn't undiagnosed, it was misdiagnosed as "lazy," "impulsive," "annoying," and "can't seem to get any work done."
Growing up without a diagnosis is growing up believing that you are to blame for your differentness. Your symptoms are a personality flaw. You are diagnosed by everyone around you as "weird."
Edit: Some people have pointed out that I'm using the word misdiagnosis here rather loosely. I'm aware that it isn't quite correct definitionally, and I don't mean to say that medical misdiagnosis and the type of social misattribution I'm talking about are identical--just that they are related phenomena, and neurodivergent people are often victims of one or both. There isn't an exact term for what I'm talking about here, so I used the closest one I knew of. Terminology is important and some words need to be used with precision to retain their influence. At the same time, sometimes meanings change, and bending words to fit new circumstances is a natural way that language evolves. I'm not sure which situation this falls under, so while I don't want to change my post (not even sure what to change it to), I thought I'd edit and add clarification. Additional feedback on this is welcome.
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wombywoo · 6 months
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Ok! I've finally decided to put together a (somewhat) comprehensive tutorial on my latest art~
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Please enjoy this little step-by-step 💁‍♀️
First things first--references!
Now I'm not saying you have to go overboard, but I always find that this is a crucial starting point in any art piece I intend on making. Especially if you're a detail freak like me and want to make it as realistic as possible 🙃
As such, your web browser should look like this at any given point:
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Since this is a historical piece, it means hours upon hours of meaningless research just to see what color the socks are, but...again. that isn't, strictly, necessary 😅
Once I've compiled all my lovely ref pics, I usually dump them into a big-ass collage ⬇️
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(I will end up not using half of these, alas :'D)
Another reference search for background material, and getting to showcase our models of choice for this occasion~
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When picking a reference for an actor or model, the main thing I keep in mind (besides prettiness 🤭) is lighting and orientation. Because I already kinda know what pose I'm gonna go with for this piece, I can look for specific angles that might fit the criteria. I should mention that I am a reference hound, and my current COD actor ref folder looks like this:
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Also keep in mind, if you're using a ref that you need to flip, make sure you adjust accordingly. This especially applies to clothing, as certain things like pants zippers and belt buckles can be quite specific ☝️
Now that we've spent countless hours googling, it's time to start with a rough sketch:
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It doesn't have to be pretty, folks, just a basic guideline of where you want the figures to be.
The next step is to define it more, and I know this looks like that 'how to draw an owl' meme, but I promise--getting from the loose sketch above to below is not that difficult.
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Things to keep in mind are--don't go too in-depth with the details, because things are still subject to change at this point. In terms of making a suitable anatomically-correct sketch, I would suggest lots of studying. This doesn't even have to be things like figure drawing, I genuinely look at people around me for inspiration all the time. Familiarize yourself with the human form, and things like weight, proportions, posing will seem a little more feasible.
It's also important at this stage to consider your composition. Remember to flip the canvas frequently to make sure you're not leaning to one side too often. I'm sure something can be said for the spiral fibonacci stuff, which I don't really try to do on purpose, but I think keeping things like symmetry and balance in mind is a good start ✌️
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Next step is just blocking in the figures. Standard. No fuss 👍
Now onto the background!
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It's frankly hilarious how many people thought I was *hand-drawing* these maps and stuff 😂😂 I cannot even begin to comprehend how insanely difficult that would be. So yeah, we're just taking the lazy copy and paste way out 🤙
I almost always prepare my backgrounds first, and this is mostly to get a general color scheme off the bat. For collage work, it's really just a matter of trial and error, sticking this here, slapping this there, etc. I like to futz around with different overlay options until I've found a nice arrangement. Advice for this is just--go nuts 🤷‍♀️
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Next, I add a few color adjustments. I tend to make at least 2 colors pop in an art piece, and low and behold, they usually tend to be red and blue ❤️💙There's something about warm/cool vibes, idk man..
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Now we move on to coloring the figures. This is just a basic block and fill, not really defining any of the details yet.
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Next, we add some cursory values. Sloppy airbrush works fine, it'll look better soon I promise 🙏
And now--rendering!
I know a lot of beginner artists are intimidated by rendering, and I can totally understand why. It's just one of those things you have to commit to 💪
I've decided to show a brief process of rendering our dear Johnny's face here:
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Starting off, I usually rely on the trusty airbrush just to get some color values going. Note--I've kept my sketch layer on top, but feel free to turn it on and off as you work, so as to not be too bound to the sketch. For now, it's just a guideline.
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This next stage may look like a huge jump, but it's really just adding more to the foundation. I try to think of it like putting on make-up in a way~ Adding contours, accentuating highlights. This is also where I start adding in more saturation, especially around areas such as ears, nose and lips. Still a bit fuzzy at this point, but that's why we keep adding to it 💪
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A boy has appeared! See--now I've removed most of the line layer, and it holds up on its own. I'll admit that in order to achieve this realistic style, you'll need lots and lots of practice and skill, which shouldn't be discouraging! Just motivate yourself with the prospect of getting to look at pretty men for countless hours 🙆‍♀️
I'll probably do a more in-depth explanation about rendering at some point, but let's keep this rolling~
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Moving forward is just a process of adding to the figures bit by bit. I do lean towards filling in each section from top to bottom, but you can feel free to pop around to certain parts that appeal to you more. I almost always do the faces first though, because if they end up sucking, I feel less guilty about scrapping it 😂 But no--I think he's pretty enough to proceed 😚
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They're coming together now 🙆‍♀️ Another helpful tip--make sure you reuse color. By that, I mean--try to incorporate various colors throughout your piece, using the eyedropper tool to keep a consistent palette. I try to put in bits of red and blue where I can
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Here they are fully rendered! Notice I've made a few subtle changes from the sketch, like adjusting the belt buckles because I made a mistake 😬 Hence why you shouldn't put too much stock in your initial sketch~
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The next step is more of a stylistic choice, but I usually go over everything with an outline, typically in a bright color like green. Occasionally, I can just use my initial line layer, but for this, I've made a brand new, cleaner line 👍
And the final step is adjusting the color and adding some text:
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Tada!! It's done!
All in all, this took me the better part of a week, but I have a lot of free time, so yeah ✌️
I hope you appreciated that little walkthrough~ I know people have been asking me how I do my art, but the truth is--I usually have no clue how to explain myself 😅 So have this half-assed tutorial~
As a bonus, here is a cute (cursed) image of Johnny without his mustache:
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A baby, a literal infant child !!! who put this wee bairn on the front lines ??! 😭
Anyway! peace out ✌️
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railingsofsorrow · 5 months
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I'll do anything for you
summary: soft moments between spencer and reader after work.
pairing: s.reid x reader
warnings/content: mentions of exhaustion; nightly skincare routine; taking care of a loved one.
a/n: not proofread we die like emily prentiss!
“may I?”
you let out a hum of agreement.
the make-up wipes dangled from your fingertips as you scrolled through your phone absentmindedly. your hunched over frame and slumped shoulders confirmed how tired you really were. but you hadn't moved from the edge of the bed for a long moment. your skin care routine being delayed a few minutes from usual.
you blink in bewilderment when a soft touch dabbles around your face, starting at your cheeks.
“what are you doing?” your lips twitch slightly when he kisses your temple after requesting you to close your eyes so he could take your eyeshadow off.
“removing your make-up,” he says, pausing. you don't need to have a look at him to know he's concentrating on getting every bit of make-up off your face without hurting you. “am I doing it right?”
you hum again, this time it reveals satisfaction. his touch is gentle, much like he is on a daily basis with you. always caring and loving and spencer.
“you put lipstick on today.”
he comments after he finished cleaning off your face, although his hands are still very present on your cheeks, stroking them lovingly.
“you looked pretty.” a peck. “no, you always look beautiful.” he corrected himself with a huff as if it was obvious.
“thank you.” your smile is shy and lazy. you're too sleepy to even blush. spencer caught a hint of pink ascending through your neck anyway.
“do you want to take a shower now?” he asks because you're about to fall asleep right there and he knows you hate to sleep without showering, no matter how tired you were.
“i'm tired.” you mumbled into the croak of his neck, his body shaking as he chuckled at your assumption.
“just shower, angel. I'm tired too,” he clarifies, poking your waist. you protest halfheartedly, pushing him in a joking manner. “i'll wash your hair.”
your eyes sparkle at the offer and you simply refuse to say no. “would you?”
spencer's lips stretch in a soft smile. he stares at you for a bit just because he can, then he tilts down to kiss you once. twice. three. four times. until you can no longer hold back your giggles.
“i'll do anything for you.”
and you know he would.
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half-lightl · 2 years
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thr roundtables taught me that you don't have to be passionate about your career, sometimes people just show up and get the job done lmao
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angelltheninth · 11 days
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YOUUUUU... YOUU.... ( :゚皿゚) YOU'RE THE CULPRIT WHO CAUSED MY EXTREME HSR BRAINROT GRRRRR (/pos)
i loveloveloveloveloveLOOOOOOVE your writing first of all (*σ´ェ`)σ
AND SECOND OF ALL THE WAY U WRITE HSR MEN HAS MY TOES CURLING AND CRAMPING. anyways! we need more love for DR RATIO plsplsplsplspslsplspslsspdlshq
i am humbly requesting for headcanons of veritas as a lover (husband) sfw and nsfw pretty pls :3
(can i be 👾 or ⛸️ anon if any of those are available ?? if not, i give u free real estate to pick (ФωФ))
You got me, I'm guilty lol.
Pairing: Veritas Ratio x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, fluff, smut, domestic bliss, eating together, working too much, lazy sex, bathing together
A/N: I'm not smart, I can't do math at all.
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Your husband Veritas Ratio wakes up before you and plans his entire day while making sure he leaves enough quality time to spend with you and leave enough time for a good night of rest
Your husband Veritas Ratio looks forward to you visiting him at work and bringing him a meal that you can eat together, he's had enough of those snack bars
Your husband Veritas Ratio always leaves notes around your home, he's organized but it doesn't make any sense to you cause you don't see the patterns he does so to you it's just chaos
Your husband Veritas Ratio mistook his work notebook for your notebook of potential baby names and spent whole day thinking about what a perfect mix of you two might be like, it was that night that you decided to try for a baby
Your husband Veritas Ratio gets carried away with talking about you, he gets carried away with everything so everyone at work knows so much about you now, which he hates but it's his own fault
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Your husband Veritas Ratio remembers your anniversary so he can take the whole day off, but for that he worked extra hard the weeks before so he has a lot of stress to fuck out, you better be ready
Your husband Veritas Ratio likes to play a game where mumbles equations in your ear and then wants you to repeat them back to him, for each one you get correct you get an orgasm
Your husband Veritas Ratio blushes pretty easily when you wash his back, he likes to be in the bath with you, not the in his opinion, too soft side it draws from him so he needs to balance it with sucking on your tits while he rapidly moves his fingers in and out of your already wet pussy
Your husband Veritas Ratio spends a lot of time in his study so you get needy, prompting you to suck his cock under said desk until he loses his focus and has to pay attention to his loving wife
Your husband Veritas Ratio never thought he'd go crazy for your small baby bump but there he was, kissing and rubbing it while desperately fucking his cock between your soft, clenched thigh because he doesn't want to risk hurting the growing baby
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Dividers by: @/cafekitsune
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slutforalastor · 24 days
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you never thought this day might come, sat down with the Radio Demon's head in your lap, his gaze lazy and half-lidded as he allows you, generously, so generously, to touch the pronged antlers that extend from the top of his head. His lips pass soft white noise as you run a finger from the base to the tip of his antlers, the vibration that you can feel beneath the hard exterior somewhere between the hum of a domestic appliance and the throb, throb, throb of a heartbeat
You can feel Alastor's shoulders tense up whenever you put too much pressure on them, his calm breathing briefly interrupted every time you push his sensitivity past his tolerance. Each time you find yourself being too exploratory, you correct yourself back to the safety of gentle strokes, letting your fingertips soak in the unique texture. They are somewhere between the firm smoothness of exposed bone, like his teeth when they drag across the topmost layer of your skin, leaving perfect streaks too shallow to bleed, too pronounced to refute their creator, and the spongy give of delicate flesh. You know the trust he's imparted to you to be given this kind of access; not only does he so limit incoming touch, but resents any reminder of his reincarnation as a prey animal.
"I'm surprised you're okay with this," you murmur to him, so unwilling to compromise the sanctity of this moment.
"Only because it is you," Alastor assures you, his tone just as hushed.
You continue, relishing in this opportunity. You explore every hook and divot of the black extensions, marveling at the current of demonic energy that pulses through them. It was your impression that they only grew when Alastor was angry, but not quite: any overwhelming passion, be it joy, theoretically speaking, or fear, or sadness, and they will billow out. You wonder if you can elicit such a response. Your opening gambit is strong: you lean into his ear, whispering "If anyone else were to do this, you'd tear them apart, wouldn't you?"
"For even less than this, dearest. I'd assumed that was obvious."
"But not me?"
"But not you."
"Maybe I want you to tear me apart, love."
The first sign; you feel a shift through the skeletal system they're connected to, a tremor of recognition, of sudden awoken desire.
"I'm sure you just aren't aware of what you're asking for."
"No, I'm all too aware. You want something deeper, too, don't you? It can't be enough just to meet in such a temporary union, only to separate. I want you to bring a little piece of me along with you, knowing you've claimed more than just one part of me, but any you desire."
He shudders, deeper this time, and you feel growth. Sharp edges and deeper curves sprout like curling ivy where there had once been certain ends, like a blossoming tree bursting into life. Your loving strokes down the length of his antlers grow deeper, more pronounced, almost incessant.
"What game are you playing at?" Alastor pants, his breathing hitching every time you push against them with any kind of firmness.
"I love seeing what you do."
His body has seized, but doesn't do anything else. You can feel the efforts of the sinew across his back against your lap. Best of all are his facial expressions; his initial contentment has evolved, firstly into surprised, the edges of his bladed grin peeking out from his thin lips, his eyes squinted and playful. Now it's become a look of desire, his mouth open slightly, droning a steady song with no melody but a captivating refrain, nonetheless. His eyes plead with you; so uncharacteristic, for him to be putty in your hands. To think you could hold the high ground in any situation, much less as a result of this.
"Don't toy with me," he warns, but his voice doesn't sound assured. It sounds needy, like a request for more.
"I would never, love."
"Then end this teasing," he begs.
You do as he asks, taking your hands away from his antlers. With some strain, he manages to get his breathing back under control, his antlers receding like the retreating tide, back to their typical size. "Did you enjoy yourself?" you wonder, after he's calmed himself.
He looks at you with mischief etched in his features. "Not as much as I'm sure I will soon enough." ~~~
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