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little-diable · 14 days

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We Can't be Friends - Spencer Reid (smut)

Since y'all loved my other mother's best friend fic so much, I wanted to write another. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: JJ's daughter, the reader, has joined the BAU a while ago. She and Spencer have been fooling around ever since, even though both know they can't be more than just friends and yet even at being friends, they fail. At least until an incident finally lets the others in on their love.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), age gap, blood, reader is shot (she survives ofc), mother's best friend, stupid lovers, hidden relationship

Pairing: Spencer Reid x JJ's!daughter!reader (3.2k words)

The gasp rumbling through (y/n) echoed through the room, loud enough to draw a gritty laugh from Spencer. The tall man towered over her, hands cupping her cheeks as their lips moved in sync. No words were spoken as he guided her towards the hotel bed, pushing her down to shuffle out of his clothes, all while (y/n) hastily undressed herself.

“We don’t have much time, Spence.” (Y/n) mumbled against his lips, naked body searching his like they had done numerous times before. It was a dangerous game they were playing, (y/n) had joined the BAU only a few months ago, always followed by her mother’s watchful eyes. Too many fights had happened between (y/n) and her mother, JJ, since she had joined the team, making the young woman feel as if her mother wasn’t trusting her – rightfully so, and yet neither (y/n) nor Spencer dared to let others in on their back and forth. Nothing but friends – a lie both kept on telling themselves.

“Then we better make the most of it.” His lips kissed their way down her naked body, eyes flickering up to (y/n)’s, watching her with mischief swimming in his pupils. It was scandalous almost, her mother’s best friend, the one who had watched her grow up for years, was now the man whose closeness she searched at any given chance, drawn to him like ancient lovers fulfilling their prophecy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” Spencer’s thin fingers brushed through her slit, spreading her arousal on her pulsing bundle with a smirk widening on his lips. Wordlessly, she tugged on his brown curls, begging him to finally fuck her after a day filled with chases, with clues they had tried to follow and a killer still on the loose.

“Spencer,” (y/n) choked on his name as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, spreading her walls like he had done just yesterday evening. They were desperate for any and every moment together, hidden away in empty rooms, broom closets, or their hotel rooms while the others were out and about. “Fuck me, I need you inside of me.”

“You know how to ask nicely for it, be a good girl, (y/n).” His condescending tone left her groaning, eyes fluttering close as he curled his fingers against her g-spot. It took her a few seconds, with shaky exhales and trembling fingers clinging to his locks, to finally speak up.

“Please, Spencer, I need you inside of me, I need you to fuck me. I’m yours, forever yours.” The growl ripping through him at her words left (y/n) grinning in success, a grin that was wiped off her lips the second he forcefully pushed into her, letting his cock spread her fluttering walls. For a second, both held still, needing to adjust to one another, to the intense sensation ripping through them like a tsunami, about to drown them in the waves of lust.

“You’re still so fucking tight for me, I’ll never get tired of fucking you.” Her walls clenched around him at his words, struggling to put her feelings into words. All (y/n) could do was cling to him, claw her fingernails into his skin as he fucked her into the mattress, the hotel bed she shared with her mother.

(Y/n) couldn’t keep her moans bottled in, unable to stop her sinful sounds from clawing through her as Spencer fucked her into oblivion. Both were stuck in their trance, solemnly focused on one another, all until his phone began to ring. Her eyes shot open, watching Spencer reach for his phone while he kept fucking her.

They held eye contact as he answered the call, forcing (y/n) to keep quiet. Her moans were swallowed by the hand he pressed to her mouth, struggling to focus on the words Spencer spoke, telling whoever had called him that they’d be at the station soon.

“That was your mom,” his grin kept widening as Spencer stared down at (y/n), taking in the fucked out expression she couldn’t shake, unable to speak any longer. “They found another lead, we gotta be quick, baby. I need you to cum for me.”

Spencer’s fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle to push her over the edge. (Y/n) came within a handful of moments, calling out his name as he fucked her through her high. It was pathetic almost how much power he held over her, how much love she fostered for Spencer – a love that could never be.

He followed her seconds later, pulling out of her to relieve himself on her stomach, painting her skin with his cum. Both were panting, unable to hold back their laughter as Spencer pressed another kiss to her swollen lips before he rose to his feet, “We better hurry before your mom picks us up herself.”

……

“I don’t want you on this, (y/n), stay back and wait for my call.” JJ’s voice echoed through the small office, bright eyes staring at her daughter. The team kept watching their interaction, too focused on the both of them to pick up on the uneasiness radiating off Spencer.

“Stop treating me as if I am not part of this team. It’s my job to chase this man as much as it is yours.” The spite dripping from (y/n)’s words left the others cringing, trying to keep themselves from interfering as (y/n) turned towards Aaron. “Will I be able to join, Hotch?”

She watched the man’s dark eyes flicker from her features to her mother’s, silently studying the two for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, “You will, but I need you to stay close to me, you haven’t had enough field experience yet.”

JJ was out of the room within moments, followed by all others – all besides (y/n), Aaron, and Spencer. An almost uncomfortable silence wrapped itself around the three, knowing that there was something else the Unit Chief needed to communicate, a conversation (y/n) desperately wanted to flee from.

“I hope the two of you know what you’re doing. The others haven’t picked up on it yet, but it won’t take long for JJ to figure this out. As your boss, I need to warn you of the chaos this will bring to the team. And as your friend, I beg you to figure this out before I am asked to pick sides.” Aaron left the two without waiting for their reply, forcing heat to flare up in (y/n)’s system, and confusion in Spencer’s.

“Come, we’ve got a job to finish.” (Y/n) turned from Spencer as she spoke the words, following Aaron out of the station and towards the black SUV he was driving. No further word was spoken between the three as they drove towards their destination, the house that had been surveilled the past days. The others had arrived moments ago, wearing their vests, clinging to their guns with their eyes focused on the house.

“Is he alone?” Aaron’s voice rang in (y/n)’s ears, she stayed glued to his side, the man who had always been like a father to her, more than her mother’s husband, Will, could ever be. Aaron was the one she trusted more than she trusted herself, the one she’d ask for guidance, the one who’d hold her when everything began to close in on her. The one she’d always fight for.

“Seems like it is. How do you want to do this?” (Y/n) tried to catch her mother’s gaze as Derek and Aaron spoke, but the blonde-haired woman kept staring ahead, seemingly still fuelled by her anger. (Y/n) and JJ never had a close relationship, just enough to make it through their day-to-day without any big mishaps. But the second (y/n) had joined the BAU, her mother had turned into an overprotective form of herself (y/n) wasn’t used to, not understanding where JJ’s concern suddenly came from. Perhaps this had also been one of the reasons why she hadn’t felt any guilt the first time she had shared a kiss with her mother’s best friend, Spencer, not tied together by any strong mother-daughter bond.

“(Y/n), Reid, you’re with me. JJ, Prentiss, you take the back with Morgan and Rossi.” Everything began to blur by, and within seconds (y/n) found herself following Aaron and Spencer into the house, checking every room. And then she saw him, their unsub, the man who had kidnapped three girls for his sick pleasure.

The man had his gun trained on them, telling (y/n) that he was ready to shoot, aiming at Spencer who hadn’t seen him yet. It was a natural reaction of her body, throwing herself in front of the man who held her heart in his hands, oblivious to the depth of her feelings. And the next second, his bullet pierced her collarbone, the spot that hadn’t been protected by her vest.

Shots echoed through the air, sounds that rang in her ears as (y/n) sank to the ground. Blood poured from her wound all too heavily, an amount of blood her eyes hadn’t ever taken in before. (Y/n)’s vision grew blurry, she heard her name being called, and could feel somebody cradling her hand in theirs, but within moments she passed out.

“(Y/n)? We need a medic! Please!” Spencer’s panicked voice filled the house, instantly guiding JJ towards them. His glassy eyes found her wide ones, watching his best friend sink to the ground next to her passed out daughter.

“What happened?” It was just a whisper, a whisper that was almost drowned out by the sound of nearing sirens, telling them that help was close.

“She pushed herself in front of me, she took the bullet for me.” Spencer kept rambling away, telling JJ what had happened, how he hadn’t seen the man Aaron had instantly killed after (y/n) had been shot. Words that kept leaving him like a waterfall cascading down his chin, only stopping himself from speaking a further word as JJ reached for his blood-covered hand, tightly squeezing it.

(Y/n)’d be alright, she had to be.

……

“Fuck,” (y/n) woke with a curse. She had to blink a few times to adjust to her surroundings, the bright light she was engulfed in, trying not to gag at the sterile scent crawling up her nostrils. The first person she focused on was her mother, sleeping on a chair close to her bed. (Y/n) allowed herself to study JJ for a moment before her eyes found the person sitting on the other side of the bed, Spencer.

“Hi,” he whispered the word as he squeezed the hand he was holding with his. Without letting go of her, he reached for a glass of water, helping (y/n) drink a few sips to find her voice.

“How long was I out for?” She tried to keep quiet, not daring to interrupt her moment with Spencer just yet. Tiredness clung to his features, telling her that they must have been here for a while, waiting for her to wake as her body tried to regain its strength.

“Almost two days. They had to repair your collarbone, but everything went as planned, you’ll be good to leave in no time.” Both their eyes snapped towards JJ, who watched the two with something swimming in her pupils (y/n)’s tired self couldn’t pinpoint. (Y/n) expected Spencer to hastily pull his hand away as JJ spoke, but he kept holding onto her, not loosening his grip on her.

“Good, I’ll have to apologise to Aaron for the extra paperwork, huh?” She had expected her mother to smile at her, to speak some kind of soothing words. But all JJ did was stare at her and Spencer – instantly telling (y/n) that her mother knew about what was going on between them.

“You won’t return to the BAU, (y/n).” She froze in the bed, wide eyes staring at her mother as JJ kept speaking. “Not only did you risk yourself, but you also have been too reckless, and reckless behaviour is unacceptable. I am sure you knew that before you began this relationship or whatever it is between you and Spencer. I am disappointed in you, (y/n). We raised you better than that.”

“Better than what, mother?” (Y/n) didn’t allow her pain to stop her from speaking, fuelled by her anger and her exhaustion. “You should be grateful I found a man like Spencer to love, a man you’ve always trusted more than anybody else. You know he’ll be good to me. And you also know I am a worthy asset to this team. I won’t leave the BAU because you can’t get over whatever it is you’re struggling with.”

“We’ll speak once you’re back home.” JJ was out of the room within seconds, leaving (y/n) and Spencer behind, wrapped up in the sounds of beeping machines and the voices of nurses and doctors hallowing down the hallway.

……

“Do you need anything else?” Concern dripped from Spencer’s voice. He was standing near her bed, weary eyes following (y/n)’s every movement. He had temporarily moved into her apartment the past few days, not daring to let her out of his eyes once – while skillfully avoiding the talk both desperately needed to have.

“Mhm,” (y/n)’s eyes wandered over his tired features, the face she’d seen in her dreams, the lips she hadn’t kissed in days, the curls she hadn’t been allowed to tug on for way too long. “Come here, Spence.”

“I should check on the food.” He tried to turn from her, tried to leave the room with hasty steps, but the sharp call of his name forced Spencer to freeze in his movements. Slowly, he turned back towards (y/n), eyes filled with the plea to avoid this topic for a tad bit longer, at least till he’d find a way to escape should they spiral into a fight neither of them could rip themselves out of.

“I’m tired of this, Spence. We knew from the beginning that this wouldn’t be easy should my mother realise what's going on. But I didn’t think you’d drop whatever this is between us just like that.” She stared up at him, gaze torn between anger and hurt, and yet she couldn’t shake the love she felt for Spencer, a love that ran deeper than any laws, any promises. “If you don’t want to be with me, I need you to leave. I appreciate you trying to take care of me, but I’d rather do that on my own if you keep treating me with this distance between us. You don’t have to work off any debt just because I took the shot.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing here? Work off a debt?” No longer did his voice tremble, no longer were Spencer's eyes weary and uneasy, but rather filled with a determination she had tried to coax out of him for days. Spencer took a step closer, and another until he sat down near her. The hairs on her arms rose, fuelled by the excitement his closeness always managed to push through her. “This is nothing but torture for me, (y/n). I can’t touch you, whenever my hand finds yours I am reminded of that moment, I thought you were about to die in my arms, and it’d forever be my fault. I can’t concentrate whenever I’m near you, but I can’t breathe whenever you’re away from me. Your mother is my best friend and I curse myself for going behind her back like that, with her own daughter. But as selfish as that may be, I can’t let you go. I don’t know what to do.”

Her lips found his before Spencer could move away, drawing a groan out of him. Their tongues met with excitement urging them on, but the spell was broken the second a pained gasp left her, forcing Spencer’s mouth away from hers instantly. His hand cupped her warm cheek as she tried to chase his lips, unable to stop her annoyed huff from clawing through her, “You haven’t touched me in days, Spence. Please.”

Spencer studied her for a few more seconds before a small grin tugged on his lips. Once again he kissed her, softer this time – almost teasingly, “Lay back down for me, baby.”

She watched his every move with curiosity swimming in her twinkling pupils, following his frame as he settled between her legs, as he pressed his lips to her naked legs, wearing nothing but her panties and a shirt of his. Just from the way Spencer was touching her, (y/n) could tell that he wouldn’t fuck her, not tonight, but he seemed to ache for her just as much, kissing his way up to her already damp panties.

“It’s been torture for me, I fucked my hand in the shower every evening to the thought of you.” His husky voice left her gasping, while her mind imagined Spencer fucking his hand, just a few metres away from her bed, hidden in the shower while she patiently waited for his return. No word managed to leave (y/n), too focused on his touch and the way her body trembled at his words – unable to come up with any teasing words. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already dripping for me. Such a desperate girl for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Spencer, please.” They held eye contact as he pushed her panties aside with his slender fingers, making enough room for his tongue to brush along her folds, groaning at her taste. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as if they were hunting an unsub, racing through streets to catch up with those running from them. But as much as (y/n) loved the high of a chase, this was so much better, a touch that left her burning, buzzing through her like a wildfire spreading all too quickly.

Spencer’s eyes were filled with a longing that left (y/n) breathless, unable to stop her moans from clawing through her. Two of his fingers dipped into her tightness, perfectly filling her, without stopping his tongue from moving. He brushed the strong muscle against her pulsing bundle, feeling her shudder beneath him – already close to the edge.

Her trembling fingers tugged on his curls, drawing a breathy moan out of Spencer as he curled his fingers. Spencer couldn’t rip his eyes off her pleasure-drunken features as she came, head thrown back, lips parted. It was a sight he’d never forget, willingly remembering it with every rising of the sun as if she was his own deity to pray to.

“I love you, Spencer.” (Y/n) choked on the words, gasping in surprise as he hastily moved up her body to kiss her breathless once again.

“I love you too.” His words left her grinning, relaxing back against the mattress as he laid down next to her, letting his eyes wander over her gorgeous features. “JJ will understand, it may take some time, but I won’t give you up, (y/n), I never will.”

#Spencer Reid smut #Spencer Reid imagine #Spencer Reid x reader #criminal minds

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b1mbodoll · 5 months

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Matthe hcs? Or literally any zb1 I BEG

pairings: seok matthew, kim taerae x f! reader

warnings: size kink + breath play + strength kink + impact play + oral + dacryphilia + degradation + sadist! taerae + ruined orgasms + omorashi

💌: chose matt n taerae bc the brain rot has been awful :D also thank u to my beloved lil bella (@bubbleseo) for letting me use an idea we talked abt in dm’s !!! be sure to follow her i <3 her writing ‘nd she has the best thoughts ever ૮꒰。• ༝•꒱ ა ♡ ૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

˚ʚ seok matthew ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ matthew’s strength kink ties into his size kink. he loves how easily he can toss you around because he’s just so much stronger than you <3 he’s hunky and beefy and absolutely ripped, using his strength to his advantage by slapping you across the face when you get a little too mouthy for his taste, eyes watering and cheek stinging. despite the pain you clench your thighs, squirming a little and moaning each time he hits you, becoming more and more desperate to feel his cock inside of you and filling you up

❤︎₊ ⊹ he’s a fan of breath play as well. wraps a strong arm around you, tucked beneath your chin and flexes, restricting your oxygen intake and making you claw at his bicep. you’re never able to make him stop though, forced to gasp and struggle for breath until he decides you’ve had enough, your cunt dripping and chest heaving when he lets you go. matthew’s kind of a meanie, but only sometimes! like when you go down on him, deepthroating his cock ‘nd gagging around him, knowing how much he likes hearing you struggle to take him. if you try pulling off before makin’ him cum he just lays a heavy hand on the back of your head, using his strength to force his length down your throat. he pinches your nose and uses you like a cocksleeve until he blows his load and his cum floods your mouth, not bothering to check whether you’re conscious or not.

❤︎₊ ⊹ while he does enjoy titles like sir or daddy, he prefers hearing you moan his name while he’s fucking you. he likes knowing that he’s the one making you feel good and every little whimper or mewl of “matty please” and breathy moan of his full name makes him crazy, bucking his hips wildly to draw more cries from you and grunting when your hands find their way to his biceps, digging your nails into them and making him hiss, cock twitching inside of you because he loves the pain and little reminders of you littered all over his body

˚ʚ kim taerae ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ taerae is such a sweetheart but there’s something about him that screams sadist to me. he gets off on your pain and humiliation, cock impossibly hard when you start to cry as he degrades you, calling you his dumb little breeding bitch and slamming his cock into you harshly. each thrust is powerful, the fat tip of his dick kissing your cervix every he pushes his length deep inside and ripping squeals from you.

❤︎₊ ⊹ he likes making you feel so good it hurts, forcing you to cum for him over and over until you’re shaking and tears are streaming down your cheeks. it doesn’t matter how much you beg him to stop because you’re a toy for his pleasure and if he wants to use you until you’re nothin’ but a cockdrunk dummy then that’s what he’s gonna do <3 but if you struggle or push him away, taerae gets even meaner. he’ll bury his face between your thighs and lap at your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and bringing you closer to the edge, pulling away right before your orgasm hits to slap your sore pussy, sobs and wails like music to his ears.

❤︎₊ ⊹ there’s nothing he loves more than dumping his piss inside your messy little cunt :( he fucks you from behind, each thrust calculated and powerful, making you sigh and whine softly. you’re so dumb for thinkin’ he’s nice enough to fuck you without an ulterior motive, and it shows when your pussy clenches around him as your orgasm washes over you, pushing yourself back onto him and focusing on making him cum. he lets you enjoy yourself for a bit until the pressure on his bladder is too much to bear and he’s draping himself over you before letting go. his piss is warm and you can feel the steady stream splash inside of you, moaning loudly at the feeling. “you’re so fucking nasty,” he spits, teeth clenched as his hips stutter, pelvis wet with cum and piss. “aren’t you ashamed? can’t believe my princess enjoys bein’ used like this.” taerae’s words have your lip wobbling, eyes squeezed shut as you try not to cry but he doesn’t stop, he won’t until you’re sobbing so hard your body shakes. “this is what you were made for, isn’t that right?” you nod in reply, cunt clenching around him and milking his cock until you’re so full his piss leaks out of you, pooling on the bedsheets below.

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 10 months

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Just the Way You Are

Pairing: JoeQuinnxReader

Request: So, I always see fics where the reader is self-conscious and struggling with body image issues and Joe or Eddie make them feel better. What if Joe was struggling with it because so many people commented on his changing weight and the reader had to make him feel better?

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“I really don’t feel like cooking. Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” you called from the kitchen as you rummaged through cupboards.

You had plenty of groceries but absolutely zero motivation to cook. It had been a long week. Everything that could have gone wrong at work had and you felt like you’d been running full throttle, putting out mini fires everywhere. On top of that, you hadn’t had sex all week. Every time you tried to initiate it, Joe would gently turn you down and it was really starting to get in your head. Maybe a nice dinner out and a couple glasses of wine would relax you both and he’d finally be in the mood.

“Oh, you know darling, I am not even that hungry,” Joe called back and you sighed, pressing your forehead against the cabinet. “But if you’re feeling peckish, you can always order something in. Maybe I’ll nibble a bit later.”

Alright, it was time to go in, guns blazing. You’d never known Joe to go this long without sex, at least not willingly. Sure, when he was shooting or off somewhere for a con or a photoshoot, you’d have to go longer but not when you were in the same damn house together. He usually couldn’t keep his hands to himself and you were exhausted, but for an entirely, far more pleasant reason.

“Love?” Joe asked quietly as you stomped past him and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

You rummaged in your underwear draw, finding the purple lacy matching set that Joe loved. If this didn’t work, you didn’t know what would but at this point you had to try something. You were getting in your own head, wondering if he was even attracted to you anymore. Had he met someone else? Was he just too polite to tell you it was over? Well, you’d find out soon enough because he didn’t jump on you while you were wearing this, you would have all the answers you needed. Pulling off your clothes, you slipped it on just as he was knocking gently on the bedroom door.

“Are you okay, darling?” he called softly through the wood, trying the knob but you’d locked it behind you. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”

You flipped the lock and swung the door open. Joe’s soft smile instantly morphed into wide eyes and jaw dropped as he took in the sight of you, nothing covering you but that flimsy little lace. Your nipples hardened just from his eyes moving over your body and his tongue running along his bottom lip. Joe’s hand came up to his chin, running over his beard.

“Wow,” he rasped, his voice strained, barely a whisper. “I…uh…I wasn’t expecting all that. You only wear that when…I mean, you know that’s my favorite.”

“Yeah, I do. So what are you going to do about it?” you challenged, sliding your fingers along the door frame, leaning forward into him.

Joe cleared his throat, his adam’s apple visibly bobbing as he held his hands up and took a step back. Your heart dropped. It was as if he was protecting himself from you, warding you off, as if you might suddenly pounce and attack him. To be fair, you just might. You were getting that desperate wondering if this man, this beautiful man that you loved more than life itself, even wanted you anymore.

“Joe?” you asked softly, hoping the hurt you felt deep inside your chest wasn’t obvious in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he said, his eyes focused on anywhere but you. “You look amazingly fit right now but I just…I’m so tired. Maybe tomorrow, m’kay?”

“Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn, what in the hell is going on?” you shrieked, hands flying up as you finally lost it.

Those little forehead wrinkles became real prominent as his eyebrows almost reached his hairline, his entire body tensing at the use of his full name. He knew you were angry and he was in full anxiety mode, brain working overtime to try to figure out how to fix it.

“I…nothing…I just…tired, you know…” he stammered.

“Bullshit! You’re the horniest guy I know. You can’t ever keep your hands to yourself. I am usually the one who says I’m tired. We haven’t had sex all week. We watch Netflix and you sit as far from me as possible. I tried to lay my head on your stomach and you claimed you had indigestion. You’d laid next to me in bed and haven’t even tried to sleep with your hand on my boob or my ass. So, what is really going on? Do you just not find me attractive anymore?”

“What?” Joe asked, that anxiety quickly turning to panic. “No. I think you’re gorgeous, love, you know that! Seeing you standing there in that little purple number…I mean, fuck, all I want to do is ravish you.”

“So, what the hell is stopping you!?” you yelled, completely lost as to what was going on.

“Me!” he cried, hands coming to his chest, fingertips pressing into his shirt. “I’m stopping me. I…”

Joe spun the other way and you watched as his chest rose and fell hard with the inhale he took. You moved toward him, placing your hands on his back and he flinched for a moment but then relaxed under your touch. But when you went to slide your arms around his middle, he grabbed your hands, spinning to face you, keeping hold of them to stop you from trying again.

“Baby, why can’t I touch you?” you asked. “I don’t understand what is going on here. If you’re still attracted to me and you still love me, then what is the problem?”

“I…shit…” he muttered, pressing his lips together, closing his eyes. You stood quiet, waiting for him to be ready to share. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at you. “I wonder if you’re still attracted to me.”

“Me? Joe, I put on lacy underwear to try to get you into bed. Of course I am still attracted to you.”

“It’s just that I’ve seen a lot of comments lately and I think I’ve been letting them get into my head. I got real self conscious and I didn’t want you to see me bare-assed because I thought…”

“You thought what? What comments?”

Joe groaned, “It’s so bloody stupid. I don’t know why I let it get in my head. But ever since Stranger Things, people have been commenting on my body. After the show, when I was doing all those interviews, people were commenting on how much weight I put on…”

“Yeah, because you dieted to the extreme to get a teenage body. That wasn’t your natural state. So what?”

“I know, but then they commented when I lost weight again and it just seems like my body is never okay with anybody. I don’t know why so many people care anyway. It’s my bloody body!”

“Well, I happen to care very much,” you told him.

“You do?”

“Yes, but I care because this body is attached to the man I love. I have loved every single shape your body’s been,” you assured him. You pulled your hands free, placing them on his waist and you felt him tense. “Joe, you are perfect. You are sexy no matter what the scale says and the only time I would care is if you weren’t taking care of yourself because what I love most about your body is this.” You placed your hand over his heart. “This belongs to me, and I expect you to take good care of it because I want you around for a good, long time.”

“Oh really?” he asked, a small smile curving his lips. “How long?”

“If I have my way, forever,” you insisted. “Baby, please don’t ever feel self conscious around me. I love you because you’re you. I don’t care if you're twenty pounds heavier or lighter. If I suddenly put on weight, would you leave me?”

“Of course not. I always think you’re beautiful.”

“Smart man. That was the right answer,” you whispered, gripping his shirt in your hands as you pulled his lips to yours. Joe groaned when your tongue slipped past his lips, rolling over his, her nails gently scratching the nape of his neck. You weren’t concerned about whether he was attracted to you anymore because you could feel the evidence of that pressing against your belly. You pulled back, just barely, saying, “Why don’t you let me show just you how fucking sexy I think you are.”

“Yeah?” he whispered and there was that little cocky smirk you loved so much.

“Oh yeah.”

You shoved him back onto the couch, dropping to your knees. Joe watched with dark eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of what you were about to do. You held his gaze as you undid his jeans and he raised his hips so you could slide them down. As you pulled on his boxers, his rigid member sprang free, smacking against his stomach, hard and at attention as if it was just waiting for you.

“Every goddamn inch of you is perfection, Joe.”

“You really think so, love?” he asked quietly, fingers moving through your hair before tightening, pulling it just enough that your scalp was tingling.

“I don’t think so. I know so.”

You gripped his cock in your hand, your fist moving along his length and he groaned, eyes slipping closed. You continued working him with your hand, appreciating all the little sounds of pleasure that fell from his lips. Fuck, nothing turned you on quite as much as knowing the power you had to make him lose all control. You could already feel how wet you were between your thighs and you hadn’t even done much yet.

A little bead of precum appeared on the tip of Joe’s cock, and you leaned forward, your tongue flicking over the slit, collecting it. He hissed, fingers tightening in your hair and you gasped at the sharp bite of pain it left behind. Running the flat of your tongue along the underside of his length, following the vein there, Joe whimpered, head falling back against the couch. Your poor boy. It had been far too long since he’d let you take care of him and you had every intention of remedying that situation.

“Fuck, I love this cock so much,” you purred, one hand holding the base as your tongue explored every inch. You nibbled the flesh gently and he grunted, hips bucking up. You knew what he wanted but you were enjoying making him wait for it. “It’s so thick and it fits me so well. It’s a goddamn work of art, Joe.”

You’d remind him every fucking day how perfect he was if you had to. How could your beautiful Joe think he was anything less? You hated those people who had made him doubt himself. He was the sexiest goddamn man you’d ever seen and you would make damn sure he knew it.

“Jesus Christ, darling,” he panted, his hand trying to move you where he wanted you but you were resisting him. “You’re driving me bloody crazy. Just take it, love…put my cock in that pretty little mouth. Come on…”

“You mean like this?”

Your eyes held his as you wrapped your lips around him, taking his cock fully in until he was scratching the back of your throat. You gagged and pulled off slightly. Working to relax your throat, you swallowed him down again, this time successfully.

“Fuck me…” he groaned, fingers going lax in your hair as he lost all ability to function at the feel of your mouth fucking him, your tongue swirling around and flicking the tip, your teeth gently scraping the sides just enough to drive him out of his mind. You knew exactly what Joe liked. You were an expert in what got him off.

Your free hand came up to cradle his balls. You pulled at them gently and he roared with pleasure, hips bucking up, sending his cock straight to the back of your throat again but you didn’t stop. You rolled them in your palm, all the while tormenting him with your mouth. That hand found its way into your hair again, pressing you down against his cock until his coarse hair was tickling your nose.

“Bloody hell…I’m not gonna…shit…beautiful, if you don’t stop…”

You were not stopping. You had gone into this with the intention of worshiping this man like the deity he was. You weren’t stopping until he had no doubt how amazing, how beautiful, how perfect he was. You wouldn’t stop until he knew there was nothing that would ever make you not attracted to him. He was everything.

“Fuck!” His hand pressed against the back of your head, holding your mouth against him as he bucked up into you and his release filled it. You kept your lips wrapped around as his cock twitched, until you were sure you had collected every last drop.

Sitting back on your heels, you swallowed him down, running your finger along your lip to collect the drips and then sliding it into your mouth with a smile. Joe watched you, eyes heavy lidded, spent, but you were not done with him.

Rising to your feet, you slid your panties down your legs slowly, tossing them into the corner. Then you straddled his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head, sending it the same way as your panties.

“You are beautiful, Joe,” you told him, running your fingers over his chest, his stomach. “I love every single part of you. There is nothing about you that I would change and even if it does change, I don’t care because I love you.”

Your tongue slid down his neck, eliciting a guttural groan from him and you kept going. Slipping back down his body, your lips moved over his collarbone, his chest, pausing to take one of his nipples between your teeth.

“Shit, love…” he whispered, hand coming to cradle the back of your head, but this time gently, lovingly. “You really mean all of that?”

“Every single word,” you assured him, tongue slipping down his stomach, dipping into his navel.

His hands gripped your arms, pulling you back up to him and his lips found yours. This kiss was different. It was filled with all the doubt he’d been feeling and the relief he now felt. It was filled with all the love and desire he had for you. It was filled with his gratefulness that you saw him for him, not as some commodity to be commented on like he belonged to anyone but himself.

“I fucking love you so much, do you know?” he asked, palm cupping your cheek gently.

“I know.”

“You are so damn good to me, darling. I want to be good to you, too.”

“You already are,” you breathed, words whispered into his mouth as your tongue slid against his, your hips moving over him.

You both moaned at the feel of his cock, already hard again, slipping through your slick. Jesus, you needed him so badly. It didn’t matter how many times you had him, you always needed Joe.

“Need to be inside you, love,” he murmured between kisses, one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip. “Need to feel you, to be with you…completely.”

You reached between your bodies, gripping his cock in your hand and slowly lowered yourself over top of him. Your forehead fell against his as he filled you completely, finally getting what you’d been needing for days. It seemed he was too. You felt his muscles quiver under your hands as you gripped his arms and began moving against him.

“Yes…you feel so fucking good…” he groaned, keeping you close as if he needed this connection and you were more than happy to give it to him.

“So do you,” you whispered, using your grip on his arms as leverage as you lifted and lowered yourself over his sock painstakingly slow, relishing every single movement. “I love you, Joe. I love you so damn much. Baby, you are so damn sexy, so gorgeous. I am so lucky that you’re mine. And fuck, this cock is the only one I need for the rest of my life, the only one I want.”

“Well, good because I don’t plan on sharing,” he grunted, laughing softly, his arms coming around you, pressing your bodies together as if he could make you one being and in this moment, it kind of felt like that.

You rolled your hips in a circle, keeping your foreheads pressed together, moaning every single time his cock hit you in that perfect place that sent sparks straight through you. You were like a firecracker ready to go off. Joe released his hold, leaning back against the couch, his hand slipping between you and then his thumb was on your clit, teasing it as it moved back and forth over it.

“Wanna see you come first, darling,” he urged. “Want to take care of you like you did me.”

“Oh Jesus,” you groaned, leaning back, placing your hands on his knees, continuing to roll your hips. You were struggling to focus as Joe’s thumb sent you right to the ledge, ready to fall off at any moment. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

“Yeah. That’s what my pretty girl likes, isn’t it?”

“Yes…Joe…Jesus!”

Your hands gripped his knees, back arching as you didn’t just fall off the ledge, you plummeted, certain to shatter on impact. Joe’s hands grabbed you, pulling you back against him as he took control, hips thrusting up into you with a fury. He didn’t last long. Soon, he bellowed, fingers digging into your flesh, clutching you to him as he filled you again.

Joe’s hands came up, smoothing the hair back from your face. Those massive hands held your jaw as he pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally your lips. You smiled, a lust drunk, completely satisfied smile.

“Thank you,” Joe whispered, more soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

“For what?”

“For being you,” he said, cradling you to his chest as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m sorry for being so weird.”

“Baby, it’s okay. You don’t think I get in my own head sometimes and think awful things about myself? We all do, but please don’t let what complete strangers have to say ever make you doubt yourself. And definitely don’t let it make you doubt how I feel about you. I love you always. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you forever no matter what changes your body goes through.”

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” you giggled, nuzzling his neck.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked. “I’ve fucking missed this.”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want,” you replied, snuggling into him, happy to have your Joe back to his usual self and determined to always build him up so none of those assholes could ever tear him down again.

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #joe quinn smut #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #chocolate button eyes #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fluff

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roxtron · 10 months

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I've gotten an absolute spike of motivation lately so I've been drawing a ton lol. I figured it might be nice to draw fanart based on the more recent events since they're pretty fresh in my mind, and others. This post might have a bit more words than I try to put on my art posts so I'll just start it off by showing the panel of @somerandomdudelmao 's comic I redrew.

Ok so the main thing I wanted to talk about more in this post is- I'm not great with backgrounds and stuff, working off the gray is hard for me, which is why the last fanart I posted didn't have a background lol. I thought about making the lighting more inspired by one of the screenshots of the Hidden City. (Since I assume that's where this scene takes place. Funny enough I tried to find screenshots of any trees for the leaves blowing but I could only find glowing mushrooms haha.) At the end of the day while I was getting ready to start working on the redraw, I clicked the link for the post that helped inspire the next update, too. And oh boy I was absolutely inspired as well. https://www.tumblr.com/tapakah0/722593112900403200/somerandomdudelmao-cass-sensei-this-is-the @tapakah0 Mayybe this type of ramble is better saved for a reblog but I absolutely fell in love with the environment she created in this scene, and that's why I chose to go with that color palette for the environment. Considering my initial plan was the bright yellows, oranges and greens typically used for the hidden city- I gotta say I don't think it would've come across with the same vibe it intended to. With the post I was heavily inspired by, it's just such amazing art, really. I struggle to put it into words but the bright blues really just help give it the calming atmosphere while also keeping the uplifted/hopeful nature of the environment I feel in the recent updates. If you can't tell from some of my votes I really like to work with glows and dramatic lighting lol, and the lighting in this was just amazing, I feel like it worked so well. Wished I could've worded my praise better but unfortunately I am not the best at describing things, especially when they get technical.. If you haven't already I highly encourage checking out Cass' AU and Tapakah's post I linked to especially. I plan to check out her AU too but I haven't gotten around to it yet, but the work I have seen from her is amazing as well. Sorry for getting really rambly on this one. I had a lot to say I guess lol.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #redraw #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt future raph #digital art #cass fanart tag #cas fanart tag #somerandomdudelmao #tapakah0 #cass apocalyptic series #cass apocalypse series

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Where is my fic where the humans never return and the Sully’s and Spider and Norm and Max and Mo’at and all the Omaticaya get to live together all happily and confront their trauma and issues in a healthy and supportive environment? It still can have plot without colonization drama okay here’s what’s happening and here is the plot:

-Neteyam is now in charge of training all the younger hunters, and he’s iconic at it. He’s very nice, but also stern and intense. He’s like Neytiri in his skills but he’s very calm and supportive, they all feel like they can trust him and come to him with issues.

-Neteyam and Jake are subtly trying to get Lo’ak to help Neteyam with this current group. They want Lo’ak to be in charge of training when Neteyam has to become Olo’eyktan. Jake has a secret ulterior motive: having his sons share the burden of being in charge of the hunters and the training, so they can both have a chiller time in the many many years (knock on wood (throwback to my sayings Jake brings to the Omaticaya post)) that they have to take charge.

-Kiri has now like, fully taken over for Neytiri as tsakarem in everything but like, official title. I’ve always had this belief that Neytiri doesn’t fit completely as tsakarem. She is a warrior more than she is a healer. She isn’t built for sitting still, staying home from the fight to heal the wounded. She has great healing skills, and she has a very strong connection to Eywa, but not as much or as strong as Mo’at and Kiri. Neytiri was never meant to be tsakarem, that was Sylwanin. The feeling of taking her sisters place has to be weird.

-Lo’ak is not a bad teacher at all. At first he struggles because he literally can’t explain how he does anything. He’s like “you draw back the bow and shoot the bow” and Neteyam is in the back facepalming like oh, my god. But, eventually he learns. He recognizes someone doing something wrong and what it is and is able to translate that into explaining how to do it right from the get go. Ironically Tuk is the most helpful in this, all of her friends are too nervous to say shit to their teachers but Tuk is just in Lo’ak’s face like “THESE DIRECTIONS MAKE NO SENSE,” and Lo’ak is deep breathing attempting not to kill her in front of Eywa and everyone. He is here to set a good example and to prove to his dad and Neteyam he can be a leader, and killing Tuk will not help with that image. Even if it would be satisfying.

-Mo’at and Spider have been testing Kiri’s Eywa connection for months. It’s a secret. Spider brought it up to Mo’at one day, and Mo’at was like “Very good observation young one, I have noticed this too. Let’s try to figure it out.” And Spider’s all pleased because she basically said she can tell he’s observant and sensitive to Eywa just like her. They clear entire days and tell anyone if it’s an emergency to find Neytiri, and then they just tell Kiri to go and they follow her into the forest and see what happens. Kiri thinks they are overreacting, but she likes a chill forest day with two of her favorite people. Sometimes they find a rare herb Mo’at was running low on, and then the next day they happen to need it for something. One time Kiri found a palulukan pup trapped under a piece of Sampson that had eroded and fallen. One time they just ended up finding some really good fruit and Kiri fell asleep surrounded by atokirina while Spider and Mo’at ate the fruit and chatted over her. One time while she was sleeping a sunbeam started to really beam right on her face, and then a tree sort of shifted and the leaves covered it. They both saw it and maybe it could’ve been the wind, but that was the best Kiri observation day.

-Jake and Lo’ak’s mission to get Neteyam to chill out has been going on since he was like seven and told on Jake to Neytiri for balancing Lo’ak on one hand, which scares Neytiri. Jake told him snitches get stitches and he didn’t know what it meant but he took it very seriously. Now, Neteyam is not a tattletale, but he is a stick in the mud. Maybe Lo’ak steals a little extra alcohol (I know they have alcohol it’s in that deleted scene but idk what it’s called okay) from the clan’s celebration one night to share with Kiri and Spider, and Neteyam isn’t tattling but he is judging. Judgmentally. Maybe Neteyam hasn’t told Jake about Spider and Lo’ak practicing Spider jumping off of cliffs for Lo’ak to catch on his ikran, but he is definitely watching with the most disapproving looks he can manage. The mission is daunting, but Jake and Lo’ak will get Neteyam to relax if it kills them. And if it does, they can always resort to Lo’ak’s final option that Jake keeps vetoing: drug him when he isn’t expecting it.

-Tuk’s band of friends are all obsessed with Spider (especially the war orphans). It’s truly the worst thing that has ever happened to the Omaticaya. Tuk brought a bracelet he made her to her friends once, it was the most delicately woven bracelet ever. Kid has small hands and an extra finger, he can weave. What else is he gonna do while he’s sitting there watching Kiri trance/sleep for hours? All of a sudden, every single child needs a Spider original. He’s the Louis Vuitton of the Omaticaya. Mo’at, who’s been wearing Spider originals since she first met him when he was three and decided he was Eywa’s child, is very smug. No one dares to call her out. In fact, every Sully has a Spider original except Neytiri. Even Jake, who got an armband when Spider was very little. He still has it but that is between him and Eywa. The parents all hate this, because it means they kind of all like him. Spider’s now been around so fucking long everyone would be really sad if he left, and now they actually know it.

-How do they know they would miss Spider if he was gone?? He got sick for a month one time when he was thirteen. He caught some human sickness from a sample in the lab and because he’s literally never sick due to his mask and generally sterile environment AND the fact that he mostly lives with a different species, he got wrecked by it. Just destroyed. Everyone got kind of worried he might not make it for a while? The first few days he wasn’t there no one really noticed, besides every once and a while a “good riddance the Sully’s and that human aren’t causing a ruckus.” But the kids miss him, because their ringleader Tuk is a mess. Lo’ak and Kiri are simply moping around. Neteyam is really trying to buck everyone up and be the leader but he’s kinda lackluster. Even Mo’at is snappier than usual. Neytiri is kinda pissed, like she knew they all liked him but god at what cost? The human child was never going to make it, right? He just doesn’t belong there. Her mother of all people should know that. They’d seen what destruction humans brought, but also how fragile they were, how easy to kill. But if she has to look at Jake’s face one more time she’ll punch something so she goes storming over to the human compound to ask to see the kid. Jake and the kids can’t go see him, they don’t know if they could catch what he has. But Neytiri knows Mo’at has been going, so she’s fine. She brings him medicine and just things she knows he likes that the kids have. She does not ask or tell anyone she is going, and when the kids question where their stuff is she pretends she had no earthly idea what they are talking about. It’s fine, how many wooden “space ikran” does Lo’ak really need for his pretend assault on Earth? Neytiri visits him daily for the rest of the time he is sick. One time, towards the middle of his quarantine, he gives her a woven bracelet. It’s not up to his usual craftsmanship but it is still beautiful. The child was obviously delirious and didn’t intend for her to have that. She keeps it but does not wear it. He needs the space and the time, there is too much between them.

-Spider was not delirious. He did intend for her to wear it. He totally noticed she isn’t. But he has also noticed she doesn’t ignore him anymore, treats him almost normally. Maybe just a little too carefully and formally.

-This is particularly dramatic for the plot, but I’m partial to Eywa blessed Spider. I want him to complete his iknimaya and uniltaron and be a full member of the clan. I am a particularly huge fan of the headcanon where he can bond lightly through the back of the neck or his wrist, I like the wrist one (Bitter changed the culture of our society). I also enjoy him finding an ikran to bond with who has a deformed or cut kuru. I don’t care how, but get my man his ikran. Ooh, maybe a forest ikran, the ones the Na’vi are too big to ride. Fun-sized, Spider-sized. Here is where the drama comes in: Spider and Lo’ak dare Norm to go through the trials with him. I’ve always thought it’s odd Norm never tried, he was so jealous of Jake and he lives in the village basically. I want the drama of Norm Spellman clowning his way through the very serious rites of passage while Jake, Spider, Lo’ak, and Norm’s band of 47 adopted orphans all try so hard not to laugh at him. He’s being so SERIOUS and trying so hard but he’s not really made for this lol. I think he’s secretly doing it for Spider, to make sure no ones looking or laughing at him for being different when Norm is right there acting a fool. I think Jake would be the most ecstatic and supportive friend while also ruthlessly bullying him.

-I think a diplomatic visit from the Metkayina and TO the Metkayina could totally happen at one point in the plot, and if we really wanted to spice it up... we could sprinkle in some locorro, but this is getting far too long already. Anyways where is this fic for me.

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midwesternvibes · 24 days

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This one is currently winning on my little motivation poll so here we go

SEPERATED LEO AU!!! (because we don't have enough of those already lol)

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So, I wanna talk more about how they all refound each other (link to how they met here)

Just to recap, Big Mama has Mikey, Draxum has Raph, and Splinter has Donnie. Big Mama's in her Nexus Hotel, Draxum is in NYC with a cloaking broach, and Splinter's in the ever iconic sewers.

Big Mama is actually a very kind mother to Mikey! She loves her little baby, and especially loves how he has her beloved Lou's smile. She spoils him to death and lets them express himself however she'd like. (If you haven't picked up on it yet, Mikey is genderfluid in this au and generally presents as a feminine man) Mikey absolutely adores skirts and zip-up hoodies, and usually wears a very bright suit top with a big orange ball gown skirt to formal events that Big Mama matches at Mikey's whims (I cannot draw for the life of me so if anyone is willing to draw this for me I will work out some kind of trade with you if you'd like 🙏)

But yeah, Big Mama does not let her fight in the Nexus, and has even toned down the brutality of the Nexus due to Mikey's pleading. There aren't any more lethal fights and she rarely makes binding, lifelong contracts because it made her baby upset to see all the sad and scared people.

They are a very cute duo and both genuinely love each other very much

Then there's Draxum amd Raph! Draxum luckily snagged two cloaking broaches before his lab exploded and slapped them on both him and his 2 year old son before heading up to the surface. The two of them then got a apartment in the.....*shuddder*........human world. Draxum tries to hide them in mostly secret, only leaving the house for groceries and necessities, but eventually realizes that poor Raphie is very lonely.

This is made so much worse when he meets the little girl downstairs and wants so desperately to follow her to school after their playdates.........Draxum finally caves.

With the help of Mr. and Mrs. O'Neil, he enrolls Raphie in the same Kindergarden as April and lets him finally go to school after years of homeschooling. Raphie struggles with the transition a bit, but eventually he gets the hang of it and thrives! Draxum encourages him to join as many clubs as he can (without getting overwhelmed of course) and is his biggest fan.

Once Draxum is able to settle down, he's actually a huge soccer mom and goes to all of Raphie's events, he gets totally embarrassed sometimes. Draxum and the O'Neils are really good friends and try to have dinner at least once a week

But once again, a very happy family! They struggle to show it sometimes, but they truly love each other and only want what's best for each other

Then we have Donnie and Splinter! Splinter was mutated with the DNA from his pet rat that he picked up on his travels with Big Mama and Draxum to get the turtles, and he was only able to grab Donnie and retreat to the sewers before Draxum's while lab collapsed. He, along with the other two, belive his partners and other children to be dead, so he never goes searching for them. Instead, he raises his son in the sewers on his own, foraging for all that they need just like in canon.

However, their sewer home is PREEEEEEEETY nice, since Donnie doesn't really doesn't have anything better to do other than make their home as nice as possible. He's has all major appliances working since he was 6 and only makes improvements from there. He also has his little pet project, but Splinter doesn't know about that yet!!!!

Speaking of Splinter, he varies pretty dramatically from canon. He's a lot less depressed because he had a much better experience with the yokai world and doesn't feel nearly as ashamed to BE a yokai (or yokai-adjacent) and keeps himself in much better shape, helping him with the dysmorphia that he does have. Overall, Splinter's doing pretty well, and he's a pretty attentive parent overall!

He was able to access some of his funds from his Lou Jitsu days and pays for Donnie to go to online school, and by the time Donnie meets up with the rest of his family at 11, he's halfway through high school work and has plans to go on to college so that he can start building up his tech empire by the time he's 18

But yeah, yet again, a overall happy parent/child relationship!

(Then there's Leo. All the angst had to go somewhere, right???)

Moving on! Now, the adults all lived separately with each of their respective kid, but when Raphie was about 8, he got really sick. Like, really really sick. Draxum went to as many human doctors that he could trust, but none of them were able to figure out what was wrong with his baby. He finally musters up the courage to go down to the Hidden City, and finds out that Raphie has Mystic Overload Syndrome. While he's running around trying to find stuff to help his little boy (he's so affectionate guys), Raphie sneaks out! He starts running around the Hidden City unbroached, and he feels truly seen for the first time in his life.

While running around, he literally runs into another turtle yokai, one who's dressed in expensive orange clothes...........

This post got REALLY long, so stay tuned for more! Next post will probably be how Draxum and Big Mama finally met, and then how Splinter and Donnie come into play!

(Don't worry about Leo this isn't about him he's fine)

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(Also stay tuned for the name reveal of the AU!

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cozylittleartblog · 3 months

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Just wanted to mention this to someone who does art and get their opinion on it:

Sometimes I see some artists do redraws of their old artworks or characters and think "Wow, uh... their older art looks better." Sometimes it's only mildly better, but other times it's vastly better. Like the Upgrade, Go Back! meme.

I understand that art skills are supposed to develop and change, hopefully for the better, but sometimes it just feels like they got... worse? Somehow? Idk. Maybe it's because they were copying another artist's style while finding their own, and it's their own style that doesn't vibe with me? Just curious what your thoughts are about this.

Also, your art has consistently been great, so this isn't directed at you.

I do see this on occasion yeah! usually (in my experience anyway) its because people take a sharp turn towards a stylization that either isn't to your or most people's tastes, or that they don't understand or are still developing. switching up how you stylize your art is like starting over in a sense, you're changing from what you have practice with and that's always going to cause you to revert some as you have to re-learn things you understood in your previous style. i had a pretty big style shift in 2014 when i took up the basis for how my art looks now, and i remember feeling like some of the stuff i was drawing might have looked better if i was using my older style instead. that's something artists just have to push through and figure out, and they'll likely come out of it a better artist than they were before. constructive critiques are a good way for them to figure out why their art might not be as "good" as it used to be, if they're open for those.

art is not always a linear journey, and i would also say things like passion and motivation have a part in it too. feeling inspired sparks you to make something the best it can be, if you're not feeling it (and esp if that feeling lasts for a long time) it'll leave you making decisions you otherwise would not have let fly, and that can result in worse art. and some of it is just personal preference! it's not that their art is better or worse, it's just different now, and maybe that doesn't vibe with you the same way their old stuff did. and that's fine 👍

(thank you! :3 i admittedly struggle a bit with Not Feeling It sometimes like i just described, so it's nice to know people still enjoy what i make when that feeling hits.)

#ask #anonymous #anon #art talk #or occasionally its because they let the h-rny take over and um. they get Grotesque about it whhjbdfdfg #i saw someone post a before and after fanart pic of tasque manager on twitter and everyone was like omg you've improved so much!#and they were all talking about. the older piece. because the newer one had some Proportions that werent even sexy they were just uhhhhhhhh #deviantart would be impressed. lets say #and just generally some of the other anatomy and rendering got way wonkier and broken from the earlier one too. it was strange #the weird thing is the older one was also a lil spicy/exaggerated but it was like tasteful and the anatomy was solid and it had some good #coloring and rendering choices etc etc. idk thats always the first example i think of because there were so many comments #pointing out - inadvertently - that the new art was Worse. but i do see it sometimes. i also think of um #there is some notorious artist whos style suddenly got really transphobically stylized. and racist #you'd think it was a troll but it was real. and most of their older art was actually p good is the weird fuckin thing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#why'd you kneecap yourself like that bro. i dug around a bit and the artist was rcdart #i feel like most of the examples i've seen of this are COMICALLY bad. like the artist got brain damage #anyway thats a novels worth of text but tldr yeah it do be like that sometimes. rip

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 27 days

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People are so jealous of you it’s insane! ❤️ You don’t have to post this if you don’t want to stir the pot, just wanted you to know that to me, an objective third party observer, all this drama clearly stems from how jealous other people on here are of your ability to write beautifully and in-character. They WISH they had your talent and insights. The reason you get asks and people interacting with you is because you’re interesting, funny, smart, witty, kind and all over wonderful. They envy you! I know it’s easier said than done but please don’t let them get to you! If they have a pathetic group chat talking shit about you, let them! The only thing it shows is how jealous they are.

Hoping you read this and feel the love I am channeling here through this anonymous ask. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU CREATE! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ KEEP BEING YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU EXACTLY AS YOU ARE! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I really appreciate the kind words and the sentiment behind this, and I love you for it! I am a big believer in complimenting people without it being at the expense of others though, so I will never put another person down in order to raise another up. For a long while I did think it related to people’s perception of me being what they considered a “big blog” and the negative connotations they associate with that. However, having some time away has given me a new perspective on things.

I am back by the way, hello! Using your ask to springboard off of that and speak my mind a little. Hope you’re okay with that!

The time away has been nice, but I’ve realised without the immersion of fandom, I really struggle to write, as being surrounded by others all being creative fuels my own motivation.

I have yeeted all asks that name usernames or allude heavily to the drama. I am drawing a line in the sand and moving on.

I think a lot of these issues stem from people’s inability to just make peace with the fact that they are not going to get along with everyone. Sometimes you just find people annoying and you need to block them, so that you aren’t subjected to their presence. There is nothing wrong with that. You do not need to play morality police and twist people’s words and actions to make them out to be a bad person to justify your dislike or ensuing block.

The people ragging on me publicly aren’t bad people, they just dislike me. I hope they find their peace with the block button and move on.

If you block someone, don’t go out of your way to visit their page to find things to be upset and angry about - that is emotional self harm. Move on and engage with the things you do enjoy.

I hope this is the last I ever have to speak of this. If you see people speaking ill of me, ignore it, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know. I want to leave all of the negativity in the rear view and just focus on the aspects of fandom I do enjoy.

I’ll get to all asks, etc. throughout the day - will most likely queue stuff, so I’m not spamming up the dash.

#asked and answered

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sincerely-sofie · 3 months

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Check-in for 01/28/24

It's been a while since I did one of these. Time to remedy that!

I've been doing well in my assignments, but due to some registration issues at the start of the semester I was unable to sign up for any web development or programming classes :< It's nice to take a break, but I'm really worried about getting stagnant in those skills, and maybe even losing what I've learned over time.

This is where a couple of new projects come in: A blorbo database and a tool for drawing pokemon from memory. These things are going to keep me avoid stagnancy and help me develop my web dev and Python programming skills, and I'm real excited to talk about them.

First up, let's talk about that tool for drawing pokemon from memory. I love drawing pokemon from memory, but it's a bit of a struggle to find tools online that work well for a solo experience when you're doing this challenge alone. So I made a program in PyGame to solve this problem, and I've actually already completed it! It was a great learning experience when it came to getting a taste of APIs, and PokeAPI really helped me do all the heavy lifting with it. I also ended up using ChatGPT to help me understand how to phrase my questions and the things I needed to research. This is the end result:

If you click "Get Random Pokemon", the program will provide a pokemon's name. The point of it is to draw the pokemon as best as you remember it, and then click "Show Pokemon Image" to see how you did. You will then have the option to get a new random pokemon, which clears the image from the window.

There's a lot of stuff I don't understand about how the program works--- APIs evade my understanding, and Tkinter is a dark art beyond my comprehension. But I was able to make a program that solved a genuine problem for me for the first time, and that's super exciting to me!

Now, for web development--- long story short, I'm making a website dedicated to cataloguing my OCs that's very much inspired by tumblr user @snekkerdoodles's personal site on neocities, which I regularly stare at in an effort to motivate myself to make cool things like it (everyone reading this should check his page out IMMEDIATELY and tell him how cool it is). Here's the screenshots of the WIP I'm chipping away at right now:

I don't have much to say about it, as the interesting stuff will really be the content of the pages, and I still have yet to finish the template page I'll be filling with my OCs' information. However, I can say that I'm very upset with the lack of proper teaching that took place in the first (and currently only) college web dev class I've taken. I spent an entire semester doing my own research to learn everything they were supposed to be teaching us. I'm still very peeved about that.

To summarize this very rambling post I'm too sleepy to edit properly, I'm making a digital blorbo encyclopedia, and I finished making a little desktop app thingy, which means I need to summon a new programming project. I'm tempted to make it a video game... maybe I should turn back to that visual novel idea I had ages ago and boot up RenPy!

#let me know if you'd prefer I untag you!#I'm still so uncertain of tagging etiquette on Tumblr #stuff by sofie #sofie checks in #web developers #web development #web dev #programming #coding #codeblr #python #software development #app development #pygame

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femmefatalevibe · 7 months

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hi :) I apologise if this is too vague, first of all. How do I stop doing things the hard way? Ever since I was young, I’ve always been told to work hard and do things with 100% effort.

Now that I’m in the workplace - in a corporate environment - how do I stop doing this? I’m currently in a professional struggle with transitioning in my career and I realised that this process was a straight line for other people while it’s been full of delays and rejections and standstills for me. I don’t know what I can do to (a) not take things so seriously and do things on hard mode (b) still work hard but work smart so things work out easily for me.

Hi love! I relate to this one, deeply.

The first thing I would say is to try to reframe your mindset from "there's so much to do and so much at stake" to "I have a few priority responsibilities and a few other things that are probably in my best interest to get done. These tasks involve a step-by-step process that I can follow if I focus and am motivated to complete these tasks, so I can get them off my mind "

Some reframes to help you let go of this stress & perfectionism:

Completion is better than perfection – starting a task and seeing where it goes is usually the best course of action. Relying on feeling inspired doesn't work often enough to be a sustainable method. Try the smallest step possible to get you started and allow yourself to get momentum as you get your body/mind into the work. You can always revise and edit your work later, but getting it laid out is essential to have great revised work anyway

Ensure you're prioritizing correctly. Keep a list of things you must do for the day/over the course of the week to meet the deadlines/metrics that matter (in this case to your boss and boss' boss). Make sure these tasks and projects are always done on time/ahead of the deadline and revised carefully after you first make yourself complete it (but take breaks, please)

Be organized but flexible with the rest of your tasks/priorities. Consider these tasks as "nice to haves" that can move the needle if done with organized effort and some passion to do a good job

Communicate with those around you to get a temperature check on the importance/urgency of any of your tasks. If your boss isn't too worried about a certain task, just ensure to complete it on time with your best effort available at the time – overthinking it or placing more emphasis than necessary on a given projection/situation only draws more attention & scrutiny to this assignment and yourself/your performance

Hope this helps xx

#perfectionism #work culture #work life #work place #career advice #career tips #professionalism #productivity #healthy habits #success mindset #personal growth #personal development #femmefatalevibe #q/a

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Hi i just wanted to say I love your works and profile sm, I love how you represent fireafy and coinpin and each of their respective characters, and I especially love how you represent Coiny. I feel like from what I've seen people don't see how Coiny really is, they usually just reduce him to a jerk or a firey slapper. But he's so much more and so different from that lke in canon he's so driven and serious but then fun and chill when needed, and how he can be fun and silly but then empathetic and sweet when given. and I feel like the way you represent him is so accurate and takes evey aspect of him in canon as well as headcanons that just FIT HIM SO WELL and idk it just makes me so happy. I also LOVE your headcanon of him being able to pull both masculinity and femininity, I love it so much it emulates the essence of him so well so be so comfortable in himself and not have a shred of toxic masculinity or anything like that. And I love how you make him adore pin like YES HE ADORE AND LOVES and does whatever pin wants it just makes me so happy esp with how gorgeous she is and as someone who is also plus sized and having issues with self image seeing coiny adore pin like that makes me believe in myself more idk how to explain it but YEA hahah just really like how you depict his charcater as a whole

I also love all your designs for every character

But ye I just want to say that hahah

i saw this when it was sent yesterday and i was in school and i was SOOO HAPPY i was telling all my friends with tears in my eyes and squealing over how sweet of a message i received LIKE I HAD TO FORCE MYSELF NOT TO CRY AND I KEPT GETTING UP AND PACING AAHH😭😭😭 i have waited for when i have free time where i’m not super tired to respond better than i would tired But! THANK YOU SOSOSOSO MUCH!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME!!! YOU REALLY DONT!!! thank you thank you so much!!! i’ve been struggling with forming my thoughts and feelings into words recently so forgive me if this is a messy reply but AHH!!!

coiny is one of my favorite characters he’s sooOOO FUNNY AND CHARMING! i love expressing his silly side and how dumb he is sometimes so i do it in most of my work (because it’s lighthearted almost every time) and it makes me so happy to see him being so.. coiny! he is genuinely such an amazing character and the perfect balance of cool, kind, and idiotic(affectionately) he’s so nice and so compassionate and i appreciate that about him so much and I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU CAN ENJOY MY PORTRAYAL OF HIM BECAUSE HE IS SO AWESOME! I LOVE EVERY PART OF HIM!!! and you like my headcanons!!! i forget what kind of coiny headcanons i have represented on this account but YESSS!!! COINY PULLING OFF FEMININE CLOTHES IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS TO THINK ABOUT! he is SO proud of it. he will put on a pink frilly dress and walk with confidence and feel as pretty as can be! i’ve been meaning to draw him in a dress for months actually (i have so much i want to draw all the time but i’m either really busy or i have zero motivation But this message gave me the motivation to actually try soon KEEP AN EYE OUT! maybe ill draw pin and coiny with their outfits swapped 🤫) he is one of the most positive and caring contestants on bfdi and he makes me so happy!!! he can wear both girly clothes and masculine clothes HE CAN WEAR WHATEVER HE WANTS and he will look TOTALLY AWESOME IN IT! and OMFGGG DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW MUCH HE LOVES PINNN SHE IS HIS WHOLE WORLD AND COINY IS HERS AS WELL! coiny will do anything for her he loves her so bad… AND!!! AHHHH!!!! I AM SO SO SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY MY PIN HUMANIZATION MAKES YOU FEEL THAT WAY!!! BRINGING PEOPLE SELF-CONFIDENCE AND EMPOWERMENT THROUGH MY DESIGNS AND REPRESENTATION IS MY ABSOLUTE GOAL WITH WHAT I DO!!! it seriously means everything to me that i’ve Actually been able to achieve that and help people with how they feel about themselves indirectly. my eyes are watering while typing this ARGHH i really just want everyone to know how beautiful they are no matter what their size or weight or height or color or LITERALLY ANYTHING is. and as someone who also struggles with their self-image/esteem it means even More to me because i know how it feels!!! seeing yourself in a design of your favorite character or a character you enjoy in general feels SO GOOD so i strive to do that as much as i can. body diversity and diversity in all aspects is incredibly important to me and i want to sprinkle it everywhere in whatever i do!!! everyone is so beautiful and different and i think that is a blessing!!! whoever is reading this is beautiful and whoever in the WORLD is too just how they are now!!! EVERYONE IS GORGEOUS!!! it may take a while to feel it and that’s okay but just know that you are!!!

in short i am happy i was able to touch your heart and make you smile and give you at least a little bit more confidence in yourself. you are amazing and so kind for sharing this all with me!!! i think you can tell now how much this did for me by how much i wrote (SORRY ITS HUGE BLOCKS OF TEXT) and i can’t thank you enough for liking my work from characterization to design. every time i get a message like this i will not stop thinking about it and i hold it close to me every time i draw Like those other messages about my pin gijinka from months back I STILL GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER. i’m really glad i can make you feel that way and i hope i have made many others feel the same way too. THANK YOU!!!💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶

#ps i’m trying to make a Not lighthearted comic about coiny and pin having a talk about bfdia and stuff #LIKE when pin said Let’s talk later… in tpot 2 ITS IF THEY ACTUALLY DID TALK LATER ABOUT ALL THAT STUFF #idk when it’s gonna be done but it’s going to have much more emotion and intensity than my usual fun and silly art #it’ll express their POVs and whatnot #I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN ILL FINISH IT BUT I HOPE YOU CAN LOOK FORWARD TO IT!#SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH IM JUST SOOSOSOSO HAPPY AND TOUCHED #I REACHED THE WORD LIMIT #joyjibberjabber

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sakarrie-creates · 4 months

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It’s that time of year! Here’s my 2023 art summary! After two years of having to include non-colored pieces, I finally did enough ‘full’ pieces to fill my art summary template! I did have to get a bit creative with the months since I was able to draw a LOT more during the summer, but I’ll take it! Sorry it's a bit blurry. I'm not sure if that's just for the preview or not, but it was a smaller file than normal and since these reflections are 99% for my own interest, I decided it wasn't worth trying to change.

As usual, I got rambly so reflection questions are answered under the cut. The template I used is available here in case anyone else wants to make their own! My fic summary will be coming in a week or so, so stay tuned for the stats and round-up there. :)

What events did you participate in (with art)? Player Appreciation Week, Fandom Trumps Hate, Dear Fellow Traveler (Animatic), Weird People (Editing), SPN Comfortably Queer Zine (dropped), and lots of zine applications for page artist, merch artist, comic artist, and spot artist roles!

What was your biggest challenge this year? While time, like last year, was still a challenge, I think my biggest challenge was a mix of low motivation and an intense perfectionistic mindset. At the start of the year, I got super into TOH and was super hyped about all the zines with apps opening. I really REALLY wanted to get into them and figured I should apply for art too just cause it would increase my overall chances of getting in. After the finale, I did a screenshot redraw that ended up being absolutely fantastic for where my skill level is. I went deeper into rendering than ever before, and somehow it worked for me.

That probably was the start of my unreasonably high expectations, and I got it into my head that maybe if I could make a whole portfolio of artwork at that quality level, I actually stood a chance at getting into a zine as an artist. From then on, I was hardcore crash-coursing perspective, rendering techniques, and generally trying to improve without allowing room for mistakes. While I do think it helped me grow a lot, it burnt me out so I struggled to work on stuff past summary (when all the zine apps were) and even dropped from the SPN Comfortably Queer Zine cause my imposter syndrome was so strong. (Though that was also partially because it was a ‘sign-up and you’re in’ zine, so they never saw my art during the application process and had no way of knowing if I was good enough.

What was something you were surprised by? I’m pretty sure I discovered the perspective tool is CSP this year! CSP has so many tools I’m not aware of (despite watching tons of tutorials and guides), so it wasn’t super surprising but it was nice. I have to say, they’re a serious hassle to work with and require a higher understanding of vanishing points and such than I currently have, but I could see it being very useful for future scene art pieces.

Did you try anything new this year?

Yes! This year I kicked down the door to the merch world and have been collecting and designing throughout the year. Though the designs have mostly just been for zine app portfolio’s, everything has worked out really well for me and I hope to produce charms for my collection as I improve my skills. Where do you think you most improved? Definitely my confidence in rendering! And probably my rendering itself too. I did a ton more pieces with it this year and it’s definitely a favorite part of the art process for me. I think I’ll have a lot more fun with it this year too, since I’m trying to keep it lower pressure, so I can experiment more to find out what brushes and styles I like most. What are you most proud of? I think I’m most proud of how ambitious I was with my zine apps. Though I didn’t get into any for art and it burned me out a fair bit, I did a lot of hard work and made pieces I can be mostly happy with. As for specific pieces, I’m very proud of my animatic clip for the Dear Fellow Traveler MAP (which is what the Belos art from the summary is from). My portion was about 5 seconds with 24 fully colored and shaded frames. A few of those were moving frames too, so the end result is the closest thing to actual animation I’ve done. I also really like the rendering on the Huntlow Epilogue art and generally how the Steve&Matt hug turned out.

How’d this year compare to your 2023 goals? I honestly couldn’t remember what my goals were, but all things considered, I didn’t do too bad! Thankfully past-Sakarrie was wise and made it a bullet list so I can just check things off. Met: -Player Appreciation Week -Add to zine portfolio -Apply to at least one zine as an artist (fine if don’t get accepted) -Keep experimenting with backgrounds and shading -Pull out some old WIPs -Build more consistency of style

The checked off ones I definitely met, so good for me! This was a very zine-focused year, so I way exceeded those goals. The last two I did do, but they’re a bit subjective. Specifically, I think the ‘WIPs’ I was referring to were old sketches, but most of the old WIPs I revisited were already colored and I was either adding rendered or cleaning them up for zine usage. As for style, I’m REALLY bad at telling haha. That said, my characters seem reasonably similar when I draw them, so I’m going to tentatively count it. Kinda: -One fully colored piece per month

I’m gonna give myself a half check on this one. I didn’t have a fully colored piece every month, but I did have over 12 fully rendered pieces in the end, several of which had backgrounds. So while I didn’t meet the letter of the goal, I feel like I met the spirit of it.

Did Not Meet: -Finish Huntlow comic -30 minutes animatic digitalize rough draft -Maybe make some fanart of my favorite fics

These don’t shock me. They’re all personal projects and this was a very external-goal-driven year for me. The Huntlow comic is a big love of mine but it’s definitely ambitious for where my skill is. I’ve got the whole thing messy-sketched and most of it has been clean sketched, but the jump from that to lineart is gonna be hard, and I have no idea what I’d be doing with color since the panels don’t have a background. That said, I do feel like it’s some solid work and I adore the angst vibe of it, so maybe I’ll get it done one day. I could also see myself posting it as a messy lineart comic so that others could enjoy the concept being executed in case it never gets finished.

As for the 30 Minutes animatic, I still 100% intend to complete it eventually. I love the way it fits to the music and I’m so proud of the thumbnails. Even if it never becomes a full animatic, I want to digitize the frames and line it up with music so I can share the concept I see in my mind with others. My brain was somewhat overtaken suddenly by TOH this year, so now that that’s settled and I’m hoping to follow my muse more this year, maybe this will be something I can get excited about again.

The fanart for favorite fics is no surprise since it’s kinda the tack on. With low motivation and projects with deadlines that needed my focus, personal art like this was buried way below other priorities. It’s a nice though for sure though.

Alrighty then, now it’s time for 2024 goals!! Oh goodness, I really don’t know what to expect of myself. I definitely am going to try to allow for more personal projects with lower pressure, but I do still have some goals. Hopefully most can be accomplished without applying big pressure though.

2024 Goals:

-Number One Priority: Create for my and don’t put myself in a place to get crazy burnt out and still have requirements. If I meet this goal, then it’s okay if I don’t meet any of the others. (It would be sad.... But I would still count it as meeting overall goals.) -Participate in Summergen and PAW Week (Art or Fic) -Design Handplates charm as anniversary gift (November) -Design CS Charm -Have a fully usable Zine Portfolio (Currently need more merch samples and rendered pieces with backgrounds) -Apply to new TOH Zines or other loved fandom zines. If I end up getting into any, I can pull back, but since that doesn’t seem likely, I want to get into the habit of always being ready to apply with what I have. -Make an ongoing project list to pin to my tumblr. This applies mostly for fics, but that way people coming to my page can see what fandoms I’m actively creating for and what they can look forward to (as well as have an opening to ask questions if they’re interested). -Post more (at least 10 times throughout the year) and add my best pieces to instagram (8+ pieces by end of year). -Do ONE of the following: 1. 30 minutes digitized so it can be shared with music 2. Open Up Your Eyes fully thumbnail 3. Fanworks for other people’s fics 4. Participate in an extra bang or exchange with art 5. Design and manufacture a pin -Play with different brushes and rendering styles -Draw something from scratch every month, no matter how small -Not exactly art, but I want to have a finalized long-term merch display plan for all my items Overall, how’d the year go? I think I did well! I didn’t meet all my goals and I pushed myself too far, but I learned and improved a LOT this year. All things considered, I made pieces that last year me would be blown away by, so I think that’s an automatic win. I’m pretty uncertain on how this next year will go (even more so than last year, which is surprising since I was changing schools last year), but I’m hoping to enjoy what I do and create art semi-regularly. Here’s to 2024!

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starry-briar · 1 year

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A fic idea I’ve had rotating in my head for a while:

I headcanon Sucrose as aro/ace. While she doesn’t particularly struggle with this aspect of herself, her lack of interest in sex and romance contributes to the alienation she feels around her peers. She genuinely does not understand how most people find that more interesting than, say, skeletal anatomy or the chemical composition of sweet flower nectar. She just eventually learns to take it as a given that they do.

Enter Albedo. Sucrose struggles to make friends in general, and Albedo has the added awkwardness of being both her mentor and a higher ranking member of the Knights. But slowly, during the breaks in their lessons and other work, they get to talking about their lives.

Eventually the topic of romance comes up. Albedo largely disdainful of the subject: it can make for some interesting drama and character motivation in the novels he reads, but the appeal of it in real life is completely lost on him.

Sucrose is ecstatic. She thought she was the only one who felt that way, but it turns out there is at least one other person like her! They spend some time bonding over this shared difference before moving on to talk about alchemy, biology, and other such things that, to the both of them, are far more interesting than romance could ever be.

A while later, Aether shows up.

And Sucrose realizes that Albedo isn’t like her after all.

She actually notices before Albedo himself does. She sees the excitement on his face when talking to Aether, the droop in his shoulders when Aether leaves, the pages upon pages of sketches of Aether in his notebook. When asked what the thinks the source of his fascination with Aether is, he says it’s scientific curiosity, but Sucrose is dubious.

She knows it’s silly to feel betrayed but...part of her does anyway. They had just started to become good friends; what will happen to their friendship if Albedo gets a partner? Will it continue on the same as before, or will he redirect his attention and let their friendship fall away?

Thankfully, even once Albedo and Aether do figure their feelings out and get together, Albedo continues to put effort into his friendship with Sucrose -- more so than he used to, in fact. Sucrose attributes this to Aether drawing him out of his shell. (She’s not entirely wrong, but there is a bit more to the story than that; see my previous post about Cinnabar Spindle.) At some point, Albedo mentions that, while Aether follows along admirably for a lay person, it’s refreshing to talk to someone who is both knowledgeable and passionate about alchemy.

When Sucrose meets Collei during the Windblume festival, their friendship feels radically different than Sucrose’s other friendships. It’s more emotionally open, intense, intimate. She considers whether she can feel romantic love after all, but somehow that doesn’t seem...right.

Collei also doesn’t know what to make of it. Partially it’s that she’s still recovering from getting turned down by Amber, her childhood crush who apparently views her as a little sister (even though, at least for the purposes of this fic, they’re only a year or two apart in age). She wonders if she will feel differently once the pain from that subsides.

Collei brings up the subject of kissing, once. She doesn’t really want to do it, but she is curious how it would feel. She also figures the scientifically-minded Sucrose would appreciate a chance to conduct to gather data to better understand her own feelings. The visceral horror Sucrose feels is data enough, though, and they both breathe a sigh of relief that kissing is officially off the table.

But holding hands is nice, and they spend Collei’s last night in Mondstadt cuddling together.

#genshin impact #sucrose #albedo #collei #headcanons #sucrose x collei #but in a qpr way #albedo x aether #(not putting this in the aebedo/albether tags because this really isn't about that)

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