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#this was so nice bc I have been really struggling with my art lately

wiltkingart · 8 months

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Do you have any advice on how 2 not overwork a drawing? Over-detailing my art (to the detriment of the final result) is a big weakness of mine, and ive been working on it lately, but simplifying my art is way harder than I thought itd be. I keep getting stuck in a mentality that less detail = less effort, even though all my struggling should prove that isnt true lol. & I almost always like my simpler drawings better, even though that makes me feel kinda lazy…as long as it’s fun tho, right? [1/2]

I’m asking here bc one of the things I adore about your work is how confident and striking your paintings feel. I really admire the way colors and shape language interact in your art…I always want to keep looking to see what I can find hidden in the details, but they don’t take away from the main focus of the image. How do you manage to strike that balance? [2/2] (sorry for the long question lol)

honestly this is still something i struggle with at times! but some things that have helped me are:

- identifying which parts i tend to overwork the most. for me thats faces so i have made it a conscious habit to render faces last. that way i can match my level of face rendering to the rest of the piece.

- working on all parts of the painting at once. some artists are able to work on a painting from section to section. this is not me, regardless of detail level. jumping around all over the place keeps me from focusing too hard on one section above others. i even take this one step further by working on 2+ paintings simultaneously but there is something wrong with me for this one i'll admit.

- staying zoomed out for as long i can. this goes in hand with the previous point but when you're zoomed out its easier to lay down the biggest/primary color blocks without the temptation to detail. once the main color blocks are nicely balanced its easier to pick out a few points of interest to add spots of detail to, and restrain myself to them. (easier said than done! but i try!)

- getting comfortable with backtracking / deleting overworked sections and layers. this might seem scary but this has saved my ass more times than you might think. i always save a version of my drawings before i merge everything / start rending so i can always copy over earlier sections if needed.

- cold turkey removing details from the equation for a while. i did this more from necessity than choice, because i was struggling with my health a few years back and had zero energy to sink into art for long hours. but looking on the bright side it helped me realize what details are/aren't necessary and how to build my features from big -> small. this progression of my patho art shows pretty well how i introduced details back into my work over time.

but yeah! sometimes i do still find myself creeping a little too close to overwork territory for comfort, even with all these safeguards in place. in that case i have to accept that not every piece i put out will be my 'best' and that perfection has no place in art. that's not the point of it!

simplifying forms isn't easy, the same way abstract art isn't lazy. but with all things it can be learned with enough practice. and if you decide at the end of it all that you still like drawing a lot details, it might be a matter of readjusting how / where you implement them. best of luck <3

#long post #ask wilt

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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Am I the asshole for wanting to find a different nail salon?

I (25f) don’t often go to nail salons anymore due to it being expensive, but also due to bad experiences as of late. Nothing major, just the annoying experience of trying and failing to get what I am paying for.

The Story: Most nail salons around here are Asian run and owned, and genuinely I do not have any problem with that! Idc who runs a business so long as the job is done well and they are nice and all. In the past I’ve not had many issues beyond maybe a language barrier, and ultimately have been very happy with the results! It was worth the money on the rare occasions I went.

Lately though every time I’ve gone to various salons in my area, I’ve struggled to get what I want. I never want any complicated art, which makes it worse that I’m paying $40 or more (plus tip bc I tip well regardless of result) and can’t even get the color I choose from the book. As in, pointing to the exact shade advertised and labeled with a number, confirming it 2-3 times, watching them either bring out a completely different color or one that is labeled right but still not the chosen shade, and trying to correct it before just having to give up bc the wrong color is now on my nails and I might as well accept my fate 😂 I’m really easy-going so I feel bad about getting mad, and after the 5th time trying to correct them, I feel like it’s too much of a bother. The nails will always look nice in the end, but not the exact thing I wanted.

Example being last time I went I chose a dark teal, and the color they brought out was like. Pastel blue. So… it looked fine, but it’s like they didn’t even care to notice the extreme color difference. At the same appointment, my cousin(15) was requesting white tips, and they told her “no, we can’t do that, because your nails aren’t the right color”….????? Like. I don’t even know how that matters. It’s paint. Paint it on the nails lol. It’s not hard! We’re paying for it aren’t we? Why would they refuse to paint a white tip on her nails because the natural color of her nails is “wrong” according to them?

Anyways: where the question comes in is that my mom(48) suggested finding a salon “not run by Asian people”, because she assumes the root of the problem is a language barrier. It could be, and she’s right I guess that it would be easier to communicate what I want to someone who speaks English more fluently. However, my sister(23) got mad at us and said we were being racist about it. To be extremely clear, neither of us said anything beyond mentioning the language barrier, and of course I’ve never treated any worker at any salon poorly no matter what. But, sister says that because we are white and wanting to find a salon not solely Asian-run, that’s racist. My sister is known for being very dramatic and kinda “Fake Woke” about things… but hey, it’s something I worry about too, even if I feel like my reasoning for this is solid.

I’ve been to every salon in the area that I’ve previously had good experiences with, and suddenly it’s a struggle to even get the correct color. I don’t know why this is a problem, or why even after mentioning that it’s wrong multiple times I’m just not listened to. I feel like it’s mostly an issue of just. Bad service. I don’t think it’s racist to want to get what I pay for, especially when it’s as basic as color choice, even if the core issue may be a language barrier. But, I want to open it up to others.

So, am I the asshole for wanting to find a different salon? Specifically one which is run by people who are more fluent in English, for communications sake?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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beebundt · 3 months

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“Nine People you want to know better” tag game

omg i can't remember the last time ive played one of these tag games thank you @demekii for the tag!! i hope you enjoy boy and the heron, it was fun watch for sure 🫶 🫶 also ive been watching analog horror video essays lately as well so i totally feel your struggle LOLLL😭

Last Song: my song on loop for the week has been Killing Eve by Benét. i rlly like this artist

Favorite Color: give it up for my primary color gang ⁉ specifically these. i will use these colors at every opportunity it's so yummy to me. plus a green bc im learning my affection for green this past year

Last Movie/TV Show: i rewatched arcane.... i can't wait until season 2, i really love the art direction of that show. also rewatched howl's moving castle, most beautiful film of all time my beloved.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet, savory, then spicy. im not a big fan of super spicy but a little is fine! and i always love having a little sweet drink or smth

Relationship status: do you think miss karlach/laezel baldur gate 3 will crush me like a soda can if i ask nicely enough

Last thing I googled: Orin The Red wiki page.......... ive been playing my durge playthru on bg3 lately and getting rlly fixated on the sibling relationship between durge & orin and just reading too many wikis than necessary .....

Current Obsession: my favorite thing is just watching 1-4 hour long essays on things ive never heard abt or dont haven't thought abt super in depth before. ever since i watched this one random video essay on Brave (the disney movie) that perfectly summed up what was bothering me in that movie that id never put into words like 3-4 years ago, ive been chasing that high ever since. did you know learning is so fun (*if the video essay is actually well researched and good). outside of that i love watching charborg twitch vods while im drawing or playing smth

Last Book: i have trouble focusing on reading books sometimes bc ive had bad experiences with them in the past....... 🧍‍♂️ i ache to be a book girlie. but i have to push myself to read more in order to find good books. however smth i WANT to read is the locked tomb series

Looking forwards to: playing a oneshot this coming february with my dnd group where ill be playing a mean pretty twink. guys i have to come up with an insult list of things he might say ahead of time, imagine that being ur homework. also i joined a lgbt club ? that i didn't know my college had so very intrigued with whatever may happen with that in the future. what does an lgbt club even do. crime ? gay ?

dw abt doing this if you don't want to 🫶 tagging kind moots/ppl i would love 2 get to know more. blinks cutely @myagletismissing @notskeleton @66dataa @rascheln @vasirah @kornyo @dreadfutures @shouty-y @rennybu @rnangopantsu

#tagged #bee buzzes #THANK UUUU 🙏🙏 it rlly has been forever since i did these. man

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cherry-alive · 3 days

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So, okay, I made a post a bit about this yesterday, but I've had a lot of thoughts since then and a useful conversation with my therapist. So. Complaining about dyspraxia below

I haven't been formally diagnosed with dyspraxia. It's actually pretty much the only diagnosis I've given to myself without at least medical confirmation. But I've given it to myself based on both a lot of research and comments I have received from medical practitioners (e.g. my pediatrician commenting on my weak grip, not meeting developmental milestones on time, comments from teachers, etc). And today my therapist said she's pretty sure I have it based not just on what I've reported but what she's observed in the way I physically interact with the world over the years, so that was helpful and validating. And we contacted my doctor today to hopefully get a referral to an OT, who will be able to actually assess me, which would be very cool. Because I still doubt myself all the time and go "you don't really have this" except like...I do though lol.

Part of the reason I doubt myself about it is that it hasn't had that much impact for many years. But recently, that has changed, and I've realized that it's not that I got better, it's that I went on disability and stopped trying to do a lot of things I used to do and spent like all day on my computer and got assistance with most physical tasks. I'm doing much, much better mental health wise lately, which is amazing, and as a result I'm engaging more and more with the physical world around me, whether that's going on walks or to the grocery store or cooking or dressing nicely or eating in restaurants or trying art or whatever. Which is great!

But it's all. so. fucking. physically. difficult. Not in an exhausting way, in a coordination way. Pushing carts at the grocery store? I bump into things constantly and get really overwhelmed by it and a few weeks ago dropped a glass bottle of olive oil that shattered all over the aisle in the store. Cooking? I love to cook, but it takes me at least 2 to 3 times the time to make any given recipe because I know myself and know I can't multitask so I do all the prep all at once up front, and slowly at that bc cutting vegetables is hard. Putting on makeup? Better set aside 10 minutes just to try to put on lip gloss without going outside the lines. Going to a restaraunt? Often a mortifying experience where I a) bump into other tables and/or b) have food all over my shirt by the end of the meal, which is so embarrassing but I've struggled with it my whole life. And it's just. It's all really really difficult and often I feel so ashamed when I drop something or bump into something or get messy or whatever in public and it just...it just sucks. And I get so so so frustrated and flustered and overwhelmed when I'm trying to do basic tasks at home like hanging up clothes or whatever and it's just so difficult and frustrating for me.

And I had forgotten how hard it all was because for years I just spent all my time on my computer. But I'm not doing that now. Which is great! But I trip and stumble and knock into things and get lost outside and can't do the things I want to do and I'm just constantly reminded that the physical world is very challenging for me. My probable dyspraxia has really been interfering with my life lately in pretty significant ways that have surprised me, I had kind of forgotten how frickin hard it makes a lot of things. I consider myself able bodied for the most part but I'm remembering now that like...not exactly 100% actually. And it just kind of sucks. A lot.

The good news is that as I mentioned, we contacted my GP about it and hopefully I'll get an assessment and maybe even some OT and/or PT, which could hopefully really help me. Because I'm trying very hard to recover and regain some independence, and this is proving a more significant challenge towards those goals than I had expected.

#text post #my post #also fun fact: childhood dyspraxia is a significant predictor for adult non-affective psychosis (aka schizophrenia like i have)#which is just kind of fascinating to me. what's going on in that there brain of mine???#anyway. annoyed that physical tasks are so hard. but my therapist did show me how to use claw clips in my hair today which was helpful #waaaaay easier than hair ties #i just need to find workarounds like that for things #and i have! i have ways of compensating for most of it that i've developed throughout my life #i can certainly do lots of things now that i very much could not as a child like tie my shoes and do up zippers #even if i learned those things years late at least i learned them #but like. yeah. just bc i've figured some things out and have workarounds for others doesn't mean it's all easy #and i'm kind of hoping it's not too late for OT to help me (and that insurance will cover it if my GP refers me)#anyway #this has been: today's vent post

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apprenticestanheight · 2 months

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All is Well That Ends Well: Lawrence Gordon x gn! afab! reader: Part II

oooooooookay!! Here we are with part two in this series. If you missed it, here's part one.

This one is coming out eight days later than originally planned--work has absolutely kicked my ass since I started a week and a half ago and most of my days off have been spent sleeping and relaxing in recent, so I haven't really had too much of a chance to edit this like I'd been hoping to do, but here it is eight days late and I promise, as long as I remember to use the next two and a half days wisely, part three will come out on time.

Fic type - It gets very spicy very fast, so this one is both fluff and smut. Minors, do NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES.

Warnings - slight petplay (the nickname puppy has once again taken the stage bc I will never ever stop blanking on petnames), mentions of praise, degradation, somno, free use, masochism, there are mentions of watersports + scat (they're both barely talked about and, not to yuck anyones yum, both stated as hard nos), the reader has a slight oral fixation (they enjoy sucking dick), begging is mentioned and depicted in a kinky way, the word cunt is used, plus Lawrence is vanilla, eating drywall is mentioned once (I love me an unhinged metaphor), car crashes and driving after having drank is mentioned (lawrence does so, but he's not drunk out of his mind and is sober by the time he does the driving)

A week and a half later, you find yourself at that dive bar again. That time, you’re with Aurelie Summers, fellow struggling PhD student and best friend of twelve years, having walked to the bar together as it was within walking distance of your apartment.

You take the bar in a bit better that time around—it’s nice despite how small it is. There's a bar counter at the back and several different booths littered across the space. Aurelie tells you she’s covering food and drinks and you let her do so because there’s no point in refusing as it were, and the two of you sit down at the bar counter. She buys you a double brandy and orders whiskey for herself, watches the way that you look around the bar keenly.

“Did you and one of your hook ups meet here?” She asks, tucking a strand of bright blue hair behind her ear. She slides her dark blue, thinly-framed glasses up on her nose, wrings out her hands as she waits for your response.

“I wish,” you laugh. “I did meet someone, I just didn’t have the sense to fuck him. He was older than we are by at least a decade, but fuck was he handsome. Tall, blonde, doctor, sexy as hell voice.”

She laughs, brown eyes squinting. “If you see him again, I’ll find a girl to take home so that you’re not fucking him in our apartment.”

She was a year older than you and had been your best friend since you were eighteen, and she was nineteen, and the both of you were getting your bachelors in the arts. You’d met in your first class of the semester, struck up a conversation at random, and had been stuck together like glue ever since. You’d been living together at your crappy apartment since you were nineteen and twenty, and your bond had been one that you knew would out last both of your degrees and the full-time jobs in your careers of choice that you’d take up in the aftermath.

Her skin was a warm brown and her hair was bright blue all around, typically done in protective braids that framed her face well and sat just a few inches below her shoulders. That day she'd worn a black button up with white pants and the heeled combat boots she cherished since buying them the previous decade, and per usual, she looked gorgeous.

“Thank you,” you grin. “If I do see him again, I am to regale him with tales of art history and some about writing.”

“And I think I owe you some medicine talk?” The sound of his voice makes you jump, which in turn makes him laugh. Aurelie scans the handsome man just a few paces behind you, watches you watch him approach.

“You do,” you grin, recovering from the shock easily. “I want to hear all about oncology so that I can stop thinking about art and writing technique for a few seconds.”

Lawrence looks so good that it has to be criminal to some extent—he wears a black button up, a maroon tie and black pants. It’s clearly not something he’d wear in his day to day, but the black looks fucking marvelous, and it matches the glasses he wears in a way that makes you want to start eating drywall as a means of distracting yourself from noticing it.

“Tell him about surrealism. The residents I’ve met have always found interest in that sort of thing,” she whispers, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “If he’s an attending, go with surrealism still. Very interesting artistic genre. As for authors, all white men are prone to enjoying a Stephen King novel or two.”

You laugh, flustered and nervous. “This is my friend, Aurelie Summers. I believe I might’ve mentioned her to you when we met initially.” In a throw-away style that Lawrence probably couldn’t remember, even though you could.

Lawrence holds out a hand to her, and you watch them shake hands.

“It’s lovely to meet you, but on another note, take care of my Y/N,” she says. “They’ve got studying to do tomorrow, and I bet them the next five takeaway orders we do that they would procrastinate at least half of this month away. Quiz them if you want—I am going to flirt with the pretty brunette giving me sex eyes in the corner now.”

She glances at you, winks and mouths “have fun!” as she walks away.

You let Lawrence buy you another brandy when you’ve finished the one that Aurelie had bought, end up sitting with him in a booth near the back right corner of the bar.

The two of you spend the next six or seven hours talking. Lawrence eggs you on about art history first and so you blab about surrealism, street art, the art of the renaissance era, and the pop-art era of the 50s and 60s until you’ve run out of things to say.

When he bugs you about writing you blab for a bit about classic lit, and accidentally go on a rant about how The Great Gatsby is not as great as the title makes it seem, the sheer excellence of all of James Baldwins work and the fact that you’re not really privy to much of Austens work, however, given that Pride and Prejudice was your introduction to the classics genre as a whole, it’ll always hold a place in your heart unlike anything else is capable.

You talk about how you think Stephen King is prone to going into a bit too much detail—which is a point that Lawrence laughs at and agrees with, noting that he doesn’t hate Kings prose, but often finds that the excessiveness with which King can go on about something random is too much for his particular tastes—and after that, you blab for a bit about Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

Then you listen to Lawrences discussion. He regales you with tales of medical school, basic medical stuff and a couple of different tactics and techniques. You listen almost gleefully because he’s clearly very smart and has a very interestingly unique way with his words. It’s an amazing adage to the fact that the talk of all things medical pretty much shuts your brain off—in that it lets you focus on something other than writing, art, or the troubles of your day to day—and eventually, you know a lot more about medicine and surgery than you did beforehand.

Then suddenly, it’s nearing midnight and Lawrence is leaning back, pressing his back against the leather cushioning of the booth.

“There is something more I find myself wanting to discuss with you,” he says. “But for that to take place, I would admittedly find it preferential that we went back to mine. The type of conversation I’m looking to engage in shouldn’t really occur in a dive bar.”

You’re agreeing before you can even think about it, checking your phone to find that Aurelie had texted you when she and the brunette left the bar.

Thirty minutes later, it’s gone midnight and you’re sitting on the couch of what clearly used to be a family home, waiting for Lawrence to open up the discussion he has planned and wanting for a glass of red wine to ease your nerves, though you don’t go so far as to ask for one directly.

The living area is dimly lit—a few lamps, the kitchen light coming in from behind you, but not much else. A wooden coffee table with magazines and books sits in front of you and there are stairs to the upper level of the house in the left corner of the room. The walls are a dark beige that borders on light brown and Lawrence stands across from you, face showcasing that he’s deep in thought, trying to figure out how to phrase whatever it is he wants to say.

“This might seem a little forward,” Lawrence begins. “But—you have student loan debt and you’ll end up with more come the end of your PhD, and from what you told me in between your attractive ramblings about Stephen King and other sources of modern lit, you’re living in a crappy apartment with a roommate. I figure this way we can do something a bit more mutually beneficial. I have a condo I don’t use because Alison gave me this place in the divorce, and I cannot will myself to move out.”

“A bit of clarity as to what you’re trying to be forward about would be nice,” you murmur before you can stop yourself. “And if it is what I think it is, you’ve had a week and a half to think about it. I have, but that is not to mean I've thought about it consistently, let alone consistently enough to make a decision of any kind.”

The remark you’d made as a joke but had thought about in fits and starts since. You’d not a clue of Lawrences finances and thus wouldn’t’ve insinuated it otherwise, let alone mentioned the idea you’d come to think was stupid even if you’d meant for it to be a joke.

“You mentioned that you spoke of being a sugar baby in jest with the friend I was introduced to, I believe? Aurelie Summers was her name.” The stupid, idiotic joke you'd made haphazardly but hadn't been able to stop thinking about. The one that you'd thought Lawrence had forgotten about, though it seemed he hadn't.

You snort ungracefully, lean forward and stand. “No. This is not a discussion that’s happening without a glass of wine. The brandy that Aurelie bought me and the one you bought me have worn off and I will not do this without at least a sip of good quality red stuff down my guzzle.”

Lawrence laughs, and you follow him to the kitchen. He grabs a bottle from the small cellar next to his fridge, pours you a glass and watches you take a sip of it.

“Okay,” you nod, take a deep breath in. “The sugar discussion can happen now. First and foremost, you’re a handsome guy, yeah. You’re within the pool of men I’m willing to have sex with, and you make it sound like you have a lot of disposable income, but I’ve met you twice across the past two weeks and we’ve talked for a grand total of maybe seven and a half hours. What do you want out of this potential arrangement? How can I trust you won’t try to kill me or turn out to be completely insane?”

Lawrence laughs. You hate yourself for it, but your guard slips and you find it attractive.

“I promise you, your death is not among my interests,” he says. “I find myself quite vested in your remaining alive, though, so if someone does try to kill you once we get to know each other more, I’ll do what I can to ensure you’re protected.”

You nod. “And what—generally—from this arrangement, do you want?”

“Firstly, the aforementioned condo—you should move into it, otherwise it’s collecting dust.”

“Why the fuck would a married man have a condo as it were?” You ask. “What, were you cheating on her over the weekend and using that as some kind of fucking bachelor pad? If that’s the case, then I am not moving into what used to be a sex motel.”

Lawrences gaze turns cold. You take a sip of your wine.

“I did not use the condo as a sex motel,” he says. “But—for your information, they were mine and Alisons fail safes, so that, if the marriage didn’t work out, we’d both have a place to go in the fallout. She divorced me and moved into the condo she’d bought that’s an hour into the city. This house is in my name and selling it is too much of a hassle now, but I really do like the condo and selling it wouldn’t be worth it anyways. If you move in, it stops collecting dust, you don't have to live with a roommate in a shithole anymore, and I can sleep a bit easier come nightfall for the knowledge that the condo is no longer sitting unused.”

“Secondly?” You ask, referring to his earlier words which implied that the condo was only the first point of the discussion he’d aimed to have “What’s next?”

“These types of arrangements typically involve sex,” Lawrence says. “Ours will, if you say yes. I can give you at least four thousand dollars a month and still be living well within my means after bills and other expenses.”

“If I say do yes?” You ask. “What does that mean from here on out?”

“Then ground rules will need to be discussed, of course. Rules will need to be set, too—things like days to meet up, other forms of compensation that are allowed, the specifics of the arrangement that we have yet to make clear.”

“I’ll move into your condo,” you shrug. “Aurelie loves me but I know she hates the fact that I never really leave the apartment except to study at the uni library, grab take out, or go to work, so she’ll be glad to be roommate-less and might just be overjoyed that she’ll finally be able to bring the rarer hookups back to our apartment instead of going to theirs. Now lets discuss the rest of it.”

“You’ll get four thousand a month for meet ups at least two or three times a week,” he says. “In two installments—the first at the beginning of the month, the second during the middle of the month. I won’t ask you what you use the money for but if you’re making the minimum payments on your loans and give a shit about your credit score, don’t use too much of the money to pay them off. Paying off your student loans will worsen your credit score, something I learned when I paid the last of them off circa ’99.”

“First rule: no staying over,” you say. “Second: no Mondays. I work 11:30 to close on Monday because my classes are in the morning and I will be pissy if you try to approach me when I’ve worked ten hours.”

“Third: no feelings,” Lawrence says. “Neither of us are allowed to fall in love. The minute feelings start coming through, the arrangement ends.”

You nod at that. “I promise not to fall in love with you, Doctor Gordon.”

“We both should pass an STI screening,” Lawrence says, ignoring your remark. “Unless you’ve done one in the past six months? I get them done after every sexual encounter just to be safe.”

“Aurelie makes me do them with her once every two or three months to steer clear. Last one says I’m clear as crystal and sexually transmitted infection-less.”

“That makes this easier, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve always liked things convenient,” you shrug, taking another sip of your wine. “Kinks. Go. All of them.”

Lawrence laughs at your directness, takes the wine from you and takes a sip.

“I like to be dominant,” he says. “Don’t mind ordering people around—it comes with my job—but that’s about it.”

You lick your lips. “Very vanilla, Doctor Gordon.”

Lawrence scoffs. “Well, in a loveless and sexless marriage, there is not a lot of room for kinky bedroom play. In terms of kinks I will never engage in as those are just as important: if you have any interest in watersports or scat play, this ends now.”

“It seems our hard nos are the same,” you laugh. “My kinks, which are by far a lot less tame than yours: free use, somno, praise, degradation, pet play to an extent—you call me puppy and I am at risk of being smitten—I can also occasionally be masochistic, have somewhat of an oral fixation from time to time, and have a thing for arms, hands, and voices. I also don’t hate being ordered around but I like directives to be specific as vagueness is just flat out fuckin’ annoying.”

You take the wine glass from him, take a sip. He steps forward. “Mind if I do a quick test?”

“Test of what kind?” You ask, head tilted. You want to know what he’s thinking, are so curious to find out what thoughts are running through his mind that you almost say yes right out the gate.

“Just to see how good you are at doing what you’re told,” he says it like it’s the most innocent thing to ever befall his lips. You don’t know whether to find that hot or extremely annoying. “Our meetings can begin tonight if this is to go well.”

“I have studying to do, and I already said no staying over.” You want to agree to do whatever he wants, though. You have to fight yourself in order not to.

“I can drive you back—a few sips of wine and a scotch on the rocks is pretty much nothing.”

“That’s not very doctor-y of you,” you say pointedly. “I would assume even oncologists are against driving after a few drinks.”

“I feel very sober,” he says. “I promise, if you let me drive you back, not to crash into a tree. Do you want to do this?”

You bite your lip, nod before you can stop yourself. You want to give in, and so you do. Lawrence grins at that, juts his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Be a good puppy for me, yeah?” He pauses, watches the way that your pupils dilate when he calls you that and laughs a little. “Kneel, mm?”

You set the wine glass on the counter and do as he instructs, gaze moving to find his. His hand ghosts near your face and you lean into it, grinning when he slaps you lightly before pressing his thumb against your lips.

“Wait,” he says gently. “Don’t lean into my touches, mm? Good puppies wait until their owners touch them.”

You nod. “’M sorry, Lawrence.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “Go on.”

You take his thumb into your mouth, licking the tip and moaning. The oral fixation is something that pops up randomly, but Lawrence seems to be the type of guy that’ll enjoy it and use it to his fullest advantage.

He laughs contentedly. “Good puppy,” he whispers. “You’re loving this, yeah?”

You nod, wanting desperately to fuck him until you’re seeing stars.

“Good. Gonna stand up for me?”

You do as he tells you, whining slightly when his thumb slips from your mouth, fighting back a scowl as he laughs at you for it.

As one hand unbuttons your pants, two fingers from the other slip into your mouth. You lubricate them without thinking, core growing wetter by the second. You want to feel him somehow—his fingers, his cock, his gorgeous mouth would even be acceptable—but you’re also wanting to witness how he dominates someone as a guy who’s been divorced for five months and thus can’t have very much experience.

He slips his fingers from your mouth, moves them to your clothed clit. “Want me to fuck you, puppy?” He asks, his tone dripping with sweetness.

“Lawrence—yes. Please. Please. I’ll be so good for even just a taste of your fingers inside me, please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He laughs. “Add begging to the kink list,” he whispers, rubbing slow circles around your clothed clit. “You sound so good when you beg for me.”

You whimper at that, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

Lawrence grabs the glass of wine, uses his free hand to gently move your head from his shoulder. “Don’t want to waste this, do you?” He asks. “I mean—I’m not finish if off because I’ve gotta drive you back. I’d just hate for this to go to waste.”

You drink the last of the wine without him needing to ask you further, and when your head once again falls to his shoulder, Lawrence calls you a good puppy and moves the glass to a spot on the counter where the glass breaking isn’t a risk.

After a long, mind numbing few minutes of him rubbing circles over your clit through your underwear, his hand pulls away in order to pull your pants down. You let him, horny and dazed, moaning when his fingers find your bare clit and the other hand slips beneath the fabric of the white cable knit sweater you’d chosen to wear.

“Lawrence,” you moan. His hand moves up your torso until it finds your nipple, and when his cold hand meets your warm skin, you grind against him thoughtlessly.

He stops the ministrations on your clit, smacks your cunt in a way that both makes you wet and makes you jolt.

“Such a slut for me already, yeah?” He asks. “It’s been what, twenty minutes since the discussion about your being my sugar baby so much as began, and already you’re such a slut. Just a toy for me to use when I want, mm?”

You level your gaze with his, fighting the urge to be a bit bratty.

You grind against him again while you make direct eye contact. He laughs.

“You did mention masochism,” he tsks while shaking his head, slapping your cunt a little more aggressively. “Should’ve remembered that. Don’t know how it already slipped my mind. You like being slapped, yeah?”

You nod, a little flustered. “Feels good.”

“Take off your sweater,” he says. “I promise, you’ll benefit from it more so than not.”

You do as he tells you eagerly, moaning when he slaps your cunt for the third time.

It makes him laugh, and when he starts rubbing circles over your clit again, the pace speeds up just a bit.

“Fuck,” you moan when his lips kiss along your shoulders and down to your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and bites harshly, moaning when you grind against him.

“Good puppy,” he says, pulling his mouth away from your nipple as he slaps your cunt again. “Tell me what you want, yeah? Gonna make you come. We can worry about me in the meetings ahead.”

With the end of the sentence, his teeth are on your nipple again, the force of his bite increasing just enough, and you’re so turned on that you’re just about ready to go feral.

“Fingers—inside—fuck, Lawrence. Your mouth is so good.”

Lawrence obliges, slipping two fingers into your cunt while his lips move up to yours and he captures you in an open mouthed kiss that devolves into your moans and his praise within seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he says. “You like how this feels, yeah? Like how my fingers feel?”

You moan in response, grinding against his hand. He laughs.

“Gotta use your words, puppy,” he says. “Gonna be a good puppy for me and speak?”

“So good,” you moan. “F-fuck, Lawrence. Please keep going. Please don’t stop.”

Lawrence kisses your top lip in response, lets you come over his fingers.

As you’re coming down from the high, all Lawrence does for clean up is simply lick his fingers clean, helps clean you up with an unused, clean washcloth.

Then, he kisses you deeply, and all you can taste is yourself and his saliva and fuck, it’s so depraved but it’s so fucking hot.

Lawrence buttons up your pants, zips the zipper as you pull your sweatshirt back on.

“Move into the condo this weekend,” he says. “I have a spare key, and if your free use kink doesn’t hate me for it, I’d prefer to be able to meet you per my convenience as well as your own.”

“I can send you my schedule so that you know when you won’t find me there,” you say. “Meet me at the bar tomorrow. I’ll get you a paper copy.”

He nods, and you let him drive you back to your apartment.

You’re surprised to find it empty, but even despite that, you only pack a little bit before you end up going to sleep.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw (2004)

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matrix--lazy · 4 months

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Hello hi :D, I found you had a Tumblr account (does it sound like I'm stalking you? 👀 Bc I really like your art and I'm thinking starting an account if I have the courage for, anyway-) and I had a question about your Au (the Sonic with pink eyes). Did you start writing a story about it or just put up some ideas?

Have a nice day :D (or night idk)

Heyyya ₊˚⊹≽^•⩊•^≼₊˚⊹

Well hehe I also have insta acc, anyways I don't think it's stalking lol, as long as you follow me cus you like my art and/or content it's completely fine ^^

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Um starting art account isn't a bad idea as long as you sure you want to show on the internet I guess. Nothing is stopping you, if not now then you can always do it later. -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠-

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Hmmm... Pink Eyed Sonic, yeye (I should get some better name for it ugh) Well I'm planning to write some story for it. For now it's all in parts, I have some lore-like explanations for some things but it's not a full connected story. I'll be slowly working on it and I hope I'll come up with something soon (I suck at writing stories fr)

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Currently I've been creating some other new AU on the side which actually has a bit of lore and story...

I've been struggling with motivation lately tho so might say I'm kind of in a break state, I just doodle some but no new full piece for now, but when I (hehe) "recover" I'll probably draw something full and cool! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Thanks for question! If you have something more don't be scared to ask again, I'll gladly answer 🩷

(It's night for me now... Literally 2AM I should be sleeping but I can't and unluckily, I have to wake up at 6AM and go to work soo um cool :'3)

#💕👁️Sonic AU Answers

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raysletters · 7 months

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Ask game!

thank you @read-and-write-, @suseagull04 and @daisymae-12 for tagging me <33

name: ray (or the less common name that is my actual birth name that ppl on discord might know 💀)

sign: aries sun, virgo moon and escorpio rising

time: 7:47pm (what's with all these specific questions?? 💀💀)

favorite band/artist: this is so hard yall this changes by seasons ajdbkzhsdbjwdbkasbansjsj rn its taylor swift and no, i dont have tickets to see the movie and im very sick atm so if i ever see a spoiler i might scream and cry.

fun additions (bc i have never been able to decide 💀) are måneskin (AND IM SEEING THEM THE 24TH), conan gray, and twenty one pilots

last movie: i- i think it was something about rock art for my audiovisual narrative class??? bc it was either that or rwrb i think

last show: the other two on hbomax (thanks to dany's recommendation and i finished it up in like a week ahdndjsbdjsbsmdhsj), before that was heartstopper season 2 that im waiting a bit to rewatch shsksjsksjsksjskssusksj

when i created this blog (and other blogs): i have absolutely no idea. ive created several blogs for different fandoms ive been in, and then have deleted most, if not all, of them because as soon as my hyperfixation passes, i cringe at myself from literally a year ago. learning and growing and all that jazz ig. though, replying to the actual question 💀, i guess this one started to become active by july for @the-brownstone anniversary fic exchange(?

do i get asks: i think the only time ive gotten asks was on nice ask day and it was really cool, but y'all can absolutely ask me anything always (not that im really interesting, but i can give you colombian food recommendations :DDDD)

average hours of sleep: its either 4 or 12 hours, theres no in between. it all depends on my blood sugar levels yaaay /s

instruments: i have a piano in my room and all, i learned to play with my right hand thanks to youtube, but then my motor skills have never been really good, so im still struggling to learn to use both hands correctly, but oh well.

what i'm wearing: pijamas (mainly bc im really fucking sick and it hurts to breathe oh yay /s)

dream job: writer, be a book writer or script writer or journalist writer (my top three in that order), i just want to put my ideas out there in the world (which is incredibly funny when you realize ive had a writers block for ages and the diabetic!henry fic has gone more than a year without updating)

im incredibly late to this as always, but oh well. is there anyone that hasn't do it?? idk but if u see this and u haven't, ur absolutely not obligated to do it :D

#ask game

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chromochaotic · 11 months

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Reads of 2023 Part II (so far)

i was sad i couldn't fit all the cover pictures in my Part I post without it going off the screen, so might as well split it into 2 posts! update as of 6/11!

thoughts/reviews:

Heaven Official's Blessing: Volume 1

It's happening! My friends have been deep in this author's works/fandom for a while now, I'm pretty late to the party... Well, I guess I've dabbled in some of the animated/live action content that's out there for the different series. Anyway, this was a fun read! There's something so lush about historical dramas that definitely comes through here. When you add in the bits of humor and adventure, the whole story is really refreshing.

Even though the translation is still a tiny bit unprofessional, it's clearer than other options, haha. I was able to get a way better sense of the world and characters on this attempt (I had a good time watching the animated show! But as my friend put it, the season moved lightning fast, so it brushed over a lot of things). I don't have any other real nitpicks, other than like... the odd sexism that pops up now and then. Lmao

I am ofc in love with the main characters... They invented love... They invented devotion... I'm also delighted by the pace of things! Their relationship has managed to be both teasingly slow (like, the gradual reveal of Hua Cheng's true identity) but also very satisfyingly forward (the escorting!! the painting!! the righteous anger!!). Excited to see where things go with them, and the rest of the cast! (3.5/5—would be a 4, but the translation still kind of hampers things.)

Naomi Vandoren's Forest of Light

The second art book I bought from this artist! Same thoughts as before; for a quick browse, this was a refreshing little collection. Her style is just nice and soothing, with some fun surrealism/dreamscape vibes thrown in.

I'm not sure I'll buy any more of these, since the book didn't add quite as much insight into the works as I was hoping. Plus some of the concepts don't really resonate with me/seem that well researched...

I think one of my favorite things included was this abstract work the artist did—she wrote that she started with random watercolor mark-making, and then turned that into a piece. Those were very cool explorations! (2.5/5)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Last Olympian

Done!! With the series! (Unless... It looks like there might be some followups to the main story?) I understand why the darker tone got dialed up, and other than the excursion with Nico, why the story kind of broke from the wacky-roadtrip vibe of the others. It made sense, while still keeping some of the lighthearted narration from the others, which was nice. I think what I appreciate the most about the series is the fun it has with its world. (Side note—I watched the movie based on the first book recently, and I can only assume it didn't do well! Bc omg, it completely missed the mood of the books. Instead of lingering on the whimsy, they focused on... making Grover a very cringey stereotype? Nah.) (ALSO??? THEY CUT OUT MY DAUGHTER CLARISSE????? THE AUDACITY???????)

I think my biggest gripe with the book was the very weird way the Annabeth-Percy-Rachel dynamic was handled. Like, it just got kind of tiring after a bit, especially with the way Annabeth acted so uncharacteristically catty at times. Plus, like, Percy's off falling in love with Calypso after like 5 minutes, the girl is right that he's kind of flighty. Rachel's ending also felt, just... eh.

Other than that, I was very into the last book!! There were some really moving character moments, like, Nico struggling with his place in the story, everything we learned about Luke... AND THE BIGGEST MASTERSTROKE OF ALL!!! I have been waiting to scream about the sapphic Patrochilles take??? At the end??? Clarisse has two hands and she can hold both Chris's and Silena's. She was moved to go into battle!!!! For her!!!!! She defeated one of the most terrifying foes in NO ARMOR just with a SICK ASS SPEAR and I LOVE HER. Anyway no notes, except they better do Clarisse justice in the new adaptation or I will riot. (4/5)

Secrets of the Oak Woodlands

Ooo I'm out of practice doing these reviews... Mostly from a funny cocktail of outside factors slowing me down, but also because nonfiction can be such a slog for me to get through. Tragic, because I do want to learn more ecology, I'm just... bad at it. Anyway! Bought this book on a fun West Coast road trip, I think I picked this up in the Sequoia National Park gift shop? The writing itself is great, especially how it tackles some pretty complex concepts in a way that's approachable. The book doesn't feel like Baby's First Nature Guide, but it also doesn't completely lose me when it explores why coyote populations actually rise when they're hunted or why Oak Mistletoe is a keystone species.

Even though the watercolor illustrations in the book were lovely, I sort of wish the visuals could have focused more on the tougher scientific concepts being explained. Like, instead of the illustrated "anecdote" of a quail sitting sentry, it could have been good to have a cross-section diagram of an oak gall or something. I guess it's always hard to balance interest and clarity in scientific writing, though. Overall, I think this was a pretty good eco-starter book! I'm just a square peg trying to force myself into a round hole, reading these nonfiction books. (So... 3/5?)

The Dragon's Bride

Hoo boy... Hoo boy... Listened to this audiobook at the recommendation of my friend who's very into erotica/romances. Which was an adventure, for me! To start with the good points, I really like the founding premise of this whole world/story. Deals with demons walk that perfect line for me of intricate and taboo power dynamics—and at the same time, the author satisfied my inner hopeless romantic by making all the demons (that we've met so far, at least) morally viable! So yeah, the world building and characterization is really nice, tbh.

I think my two sticking points are the smut itself, and that I didn't find these particular protags very compelling... It's interesting comparing this to, say, an above-average smut fic. On the one hand this has better prose, but on the other hand the smut veered into being a little too flowery now and then... (not to say all the sex scenes were like that. Uh. There were some choice ones.) I also personally found the frequency of the sex scenes a little ridiculous, but for most people that's probably a positive! 😂 And then, when it comes to the main characters themselves, I think they were well-rounded and the dynamic itself made sense. The personalities just aren't the kind I normally latch onto, though—they're not my blorbos, you know? So, where I'd go into a smut fic already attached (and therefore more into the smut itself), these... I could take it or leave it, haha.

That said, this installment did pique my interest for others in the series. I'm curious about the one with the succubus........ And the one with Eve..................... Those tidbits seem more up my alley. :] Also, the voice acting was pretty fun, tbh. They got separate VAs for Briar and Sol, the two POV characters, and they knocked it out of the park (even/especially in the smut scenes)! (well, except for a very funny instance where the guy VA had to voice Briar's lines in a smut scene in a Sol POV chapter. Damn, did he try.) Might pick up one of the other installments... if they come out on audiobook! (3.5/5)

Legends & Lattes

Another recommendation!! From a different friend! Apparently this book is popular on booktok but since booktok sounds like a cesspool (not really—pls don't come for me) I'm glad I didn't know that going in. As a purveyor and avid consumer of slice-of-life fluff.......... I loved this!!! First of all, the main character is My Kind of Girl, and exactly the kind of character I want to see getting a happy ending. Then, the rest of cast provided so many different kinds of delight—the warm Found Family feeling of a grumpy kind father figure and an adorable little Creature baking actual cinnamon rolls and a prim but secretly dorky girlfriend and and and—so many greats! Even the antagonists were enjoyable, in their way.

Hmmm... for the negative part of my postive-negative-positive sandwich, I think I'd just echo what I've seen in a few other reviews—I could have done with a teensy bit more of the romance. Or I guess, more of the cuteness of it? All we really got was a little bit of lead-up and then a big get-together, but I feel like the romance scenes I like most (shy flirting, a tiny bit of pining) got sort of skipped over. It's not a huge negative! Especially for this story, which seemed like it hit exactly the balance the author intended. Yeah, I might have just had the epilogue cover the main ship being cute and in love, instead of the little righteous vengeance scene that we got.

So this was a perfect little comfort listen (audiobook again! with really nice acting done by the author himself!). I saw other people calling the first chapters slow, but tbh I loved the steady, hopeful mood that came from all that straightforward hard work happening and then paying off. A great story, if you go in with the right expectations! (4.5/5) (P.S.: also this article touches on some other L&L points that I think explain why it resonates so well in post-pandemic life) (P.P.S. now I'm trying to parse out why I liked this book so much more than House in the Cerulean Sea... I think part of it is that the cast felt more respected? Like, it was more than just The Most Special-est Pretty Boy and his Plucky Boyfriend Fix Fantasy Racism)

#hi my name is chromo #book review #?#i got real slowed down on the other nonfiction ecology book that i might dnf #plus i picked up some old crafting hobbies #AND fell into binging some comfort shows after getting bad news from the vet (that turned out maybe not so bad?)#so anyway!#been an interesting few months

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Hi Bee, welcome to Belgium. I forgot to warn you about the lack of English in Brussels-midi, Tbf I rarely go their unless I have a connecting train, which I did today. Also, yeah, you tend to have to pay for public bathrooms in Belgium, usually it’s only like 50 cent or one 1 at most. A lot of restaurants work with a code on you bill so you have to buy something first to get into the bathroom. Though that’s more the informal stuff like McDonald’s and such because anyone could walk in there. You also have to pay at gas stations like 99% of the time, but they then give you a coupon worth those 50 cents to spend in the store.

Also, I assume you were taking the Eurostar and it’s kinda shit it got cancelled (at least you got a new one the same day). Also, there were a lot of issues with international traffic today (my Thalys got delayed and things like that tend to richorcette for a bit) I do hope you managed to get to England and I hope you have no more travel issues. I wish I saw this sooner cuz there’s a really good takeaway pasta place at Brussels midi.

Oh yeah, coffee shops sell weed in Amsterdam. It’s very legal there. And once you smell weed, you will forever recognise the sent. Although it sucks that you lost a day, the Rijksmuseum is one of the mos fun museums in Amsterdam. So it’s nice you did get to do that one.

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Oh my god you were at Brussels-Midi today?? I was there for like 3 hours waiting for my connection imagine if we walked by each other at one point thats so funny

Yeah that makes sense I suppose, still was a bit of a shock to see for the first time lol. Good to know it’s all across Belgium tho so I’m not taken by surprise when I go back there next week

Yes I was taking the Eurostar it was such a mess trying to figure out what was going on while we were on our way to Brussels 😭 I’m very glad we got another train the same day tho. Sucks that your Thalys train got delayed!! Also ooo I wish I’d heard your rec I only got a coffee at the station and I’m so hungry rn

I’m omw to London at the moment and from there I gotta catch a train to Brighton so hopefully I don’t get to my hostel too late. We’ll see but at least we didn’t have any plans for today bc of all the traveling

Oh yeah I’m familiar with the smell of weed lmao I live in California and weed is extremely legal there too. I just wasn’t expecting to struggle finding coffee bc all the weed places just call themselves coffee shops 😭 I’m so glad we went to the Rijksmuseum though I’ve been to a lot of art museums and I have to say that’s one of my top ones so far

#ask #spruce anon #bee travels

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hopefulstarfire · 1 year

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Day 4 of my valentines ship prompts!!

Prompt 5: Dance.

So. This one's fun bc I finally get to do one for the comfort ship!! I love getting to write Mason, he's one of my favorite ocs and Celeste, who belongs to @kohakuhime, is the love of his life and they bring me joy. This is gonna take place post series as another imagining of their path together

Previous Days Prompts

Day One || Two || Three

Hope you enjoy!

Mason knocks back the shot of whiskey with ease, before he went back to flipping through his noted. The music in the bar thumped loudly in the speakers just barely drowning out the lively conversations happening all around or the slamming of hands from art wrestling competitions just mere tables over.

It was one of the nicer ones he'd been to since Paradius fell apart; and he couldn't turn something down when they were offering a discount night. He and his traveling buddy would be able to get their fill -- whenever she got there -- at a decent price with the money they still had left over and it was a nice enough night for them they could sleep in the truck if they had to, before they'd pick up and move on.

Being in Texas so far hadn't resulted in any luck. He had had his doubts to begin with. Frankly, he wasn't even sure that his boys would be in the states, probably having scattered themselves across the world. But, well...he had to start somewhere. Even if it took him until his last breath, he was going to put the effort into finding them and making sure they were safe and know that they had a place to turn to, someone to turn to. That they were still loved.

He wasn't sure they'd even want anything to do with him. He understood if they didn't; after all he had done, all for the blind devotion to the man who ruined their lives and they didn't know it until it was too late, he didn't really want to be around himself much either. But Raphael and Alister had cousins that would probably desperately want them home; the papers he found at the ranch the one night he snuck back home were enough to prove that.

And Valon -- Valon, his brave, wild, and fearless boy -- had someone special trying to find him. She had for years; and there was no way that he wasn't the baby she had had ripped from her arms. It wasn't like there were that many Valons his age and from Australia, or with a thick brown mane of hair like hers or a laugh like that.

He had to make sure they got reunited and then he could disappear. Once all his boys were taken care of, he'd just. Disappear. If that's what they wanted. It'd probably be for the best, anyhow. A man still struggling to get all his memories back and who had stupidly done what he had, who committed unforgivable horrors when he was old enough to know better, wasn't what they needed. They needed stability.

He just...probably should stay hidden, after that. The boys probably hated him anyhow. His family...his siblings, his Mama, his son-in-law...his still living daughter...

Well. They wouldn't want him back. He didn't deserve to have them back, either, not after he resented all of them but his Katie for all those years, because of a lie.

...He just had to set things right. That was all he could do.

The shuffling of footsteps and somebody scooting into the booth in front of him made him look up from his cheap spiral notebook. Mason couldn't help the laugh that rumbled in his chest as he saw the excitement practically vibrating off of Celeste, hands folded perfectly in front of her as she grinned at him. Three months of traveling together and she still found new ways to be even cuter. "I take it ya got some good news?"

"I just found us a way to make an easy five hundred bucks."

Well. That was good. After their meals, they'd probably have maybe $100 left over; that would be used for gas and any immediate necessities. $500 could go a longer way; cheap motel room for a couple of nights, restock on a couple of essentials. They could get close enough to the next safehouse for him to check for the boys. He didn't want to touch the money hopefully still stashed away there, just in case they came by one of them and needed it more; and also because a very petty part of him didn't want anything from Dartz. At the very least, this money was a good push in the right direction if they got it.

"Great! What do we gotta do?"

"They're hosting a dance competition here tonight!" She told him, voice lilting in glee. She dug around her pockets for a moment before unfolding a flyer and sliding it across the table for him to look over. It was an advertisement for the very bar they were in; a dance competition for anyone to compete in for a chance at a $500 cash prize. "We enter into this, win the prize -- we might just be able to get to sleep in real beds for a night!"

He tilted the black ball cap he wore to keep attention off of him down further as he hesitated. "Celly, I ain't exactly much of a dancer -- I don't think I'm good enough to get us a prize like that." He glanced up, hands shooting up in defense as quickly as the words left his mouth. "Not that I wouldn't love to dance with ya -- I would, it ain't you; I'd love to get to be your dance partner, any guy would be lucky to, i just--"

God he was bad at this.

Why? Why did he have to get so tongue tied and googly eyed over Celeste? He wasn't supposed to get these kinds of feelings again. The first time around had done enough damage to him as it was; he knew a second relationship could just end in heartbreak and this time it'd be his fault. He didn't want to put anyone else through that.

But she was also an angel on earth and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was kind, but a spitfire and nothing could hold her back from what she knew she needed to do. She was funny and patient, never put on airs, and she was a pinnacle of strength.

He'd been falling for her from the moment he first laid eyes on her and it scared the hell out of him.

It also tended to make him jumble his words.

Celeste didn't care. She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "Mason, don't sell yourself short! I think we've got a chance!" She told him. There was a faint dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks as she tucked some of her hair back behind her ear. "B-besides, it'd just be a nice way to relax and I think you'd be a great dance partner. A--and, it looks like we only have a little bit of competition."

Mason eyed the dance floor for a moment, shifting in his seat. Well. He wasn't lying; he didn't really dance. If he ever had, it was before the accident and he couldn't fully remember if he had or not to begin with.

But there was something hopeful in her and he couldn't say no to that face.

"Guess it wouldn't hurt none to try," he finally relented, giving her a smile. " 'Specially if it means real beds for us and a shower."

Celeste grinned, pushing herself up from her seat and she stepped out, holding her hand out to him. "Well, then, how about we get some practice in?"

He laughed, letting his hand wrap around hers as she tugged him along. "I can only promise I'll try not to step on your toes."

"I could just step right back on yours; make the judges think it's a new dance." She teased, giving him a wink.

"Celly, I think ya could sweet talk anyone into anything."

°°°

The competition started about a half an hour after they started practicing. Celeste had been right; there was only three other couples that moved onto the dance floor when they announced it would begin. They would, as they found out, would be judged on style and passion, as well as how long they could stand out on the dance floor.

There had been some nerves as they practiced together, Mason trying to be conscientious of making sure he didn't step on her feet, or stumble or otherwise make a fool of himself. Celeste had seemed just as nervous originally, letting him guide her through it. But, as soon as they realized what they were doing, they laughed and it made all the difference.

Once the competition properly kicked off, they were practically gliding across the dance floor. The other competitors, the spectators and even the judges soon began to fade out of their thoughts and attention. All Mason saw was Celeste grinning at him as they tapped along to the country songs playing.

They gave a bit of a line dance (it was one of the only ones Mason found himself remembering), hands locked together. He'd pull her into his embrace to guide her around the dance floor or twirl her around as they got lost in each other. At one point, he spun her out for them to both get some freestyle each and he smirked playfully as he picked up a rose from a vase on one of the tables, sticking it between his teeth and offered her a wink, clapping his hands to the beat. Celeste burst out laughing, still keeping up with trying to shake her hips, her arms out stretched to him to come back to her.

Two of the other couples, for one reason or another, quit about halfway in and left them with only one other couple to compete against.

"I got an idea." He whispered with a grin, swaying with her.

"What's that?"

He almost asked if she trusted him. He knew that was too dangerous a question to ask; it wasn't like he really was that trustworthy.

"I'm gonna do a lift. You okay with that?"

His back would probably hate him later. But this would be worth it.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, a blush settling on her cheeks before she finally nodded quickly. He offered a reassuring smile and spun her once more before pulling her back by the waist to lift her into the air. His hand found her thigh for support as he then proceeded to dip her.

Their faces grew close and they were both red.

But the grins settled in and, in, any other case, he would have kissed her and not stopped.

Maybe in some lifetime he would have deserved her.

But, in this, he was just happy to dance with her for one night.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #friends ocs #my writing #kenzs valentines prompts #mason mercer #celeste harbringer #pathshipping #paradius

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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For the other ask game

🎶

🌞

✨

🎨

🤗

😬

✅

You don't have to do all of them, there were just so many good ones

-Small brain anon

🎶 : do you listen to music while you write? what song have you been playing on loop lately?

ABSOLUTELY i do, i cannot write without music,, hHH i've been listening to one song in particular lately bc it's the one for the horror oneshot i was talking about, but for actual music my serenity playlist is taking up all of my time, also a playlist i found that just has arctic monkeys, cigarettes after sex & thenbhd !!

🌞 : do you have a preferred time of day to write?

yeee !! the night hours like 11 pm-2 am (i don't let myself write past 3 am UNLESS i am fully awake)

i also like writing as a pastime while i'm in the car, usually either really early in the morning or at night. so whenever i'm tired basically

✨ : give you and your writing a compliment. go on now. you know you deserve it. 😉

RAHH idkkk UHHH i feel like i've been getting better about accurate dialogue for people?? i struggled with it a LOT but over time it's gotten so much better

🎨 : how do you feel about fan art of your stories?

*shakes violently* I LOVE IT. SO MUCH. SO COOL !!!! honestly it's so weird to think that people will have so much brainrot over something that they create full-fledged ART. LIKE BRO????

🤗 : what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

hMMM don't overthink ANYTHING, not dialogue, not "impressive" scenes, nothing. we are only here because the brainrot over our blorbos is just too much so we have to WRITE and READ in only fic. so any content is still so much content!

😬 : which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

ANY of my vore fics (maybe less of the panic-induced ones like the unofficial prologue to spy au orrrr idk anything like that but STILLLL). i can explain g/t and stuff cause yeah wtv size difference is a genre consumed by non-g/t fellows, but VORE?? the EATING OF A LIVE BEING??? it's harmless in reality but i get so awkward reading over a conversation on tiktok about vore and how vilely people react to it, i can't imagine people finding it,,,

✅ : what's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

i've answered this before but humans curling their hands around the edge of counters while looking at a borrower!! it just. UHHGHH i love the vibes of a human doing that,,,,

nice to see you around sb, thank you for the ask :]

// ask game !!

#brickquiries #brickquiries games #small brain anon #sb my beloved :]#tw vore mention

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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AH OK @rose-nebulijia asked about Theatre AU part 4 and vishie i love you u are the love of my life i am sending u soft and gentle kisses.

idk if this will be the final part or not? unclear yet (I’m gonna say probably not bc I love this au way too much so I’m sure that I’ll find something else to do with it) but anyway I HAVE to explore zhang rishan in that universe i HAVE to. I was talking about it with @highpriestessofjogan the other day bc i had reread the theatre au and was like “wow zhang rishan is a mess. like hyper-competent, but absolutely a mess” and that’s SO INTERESTING TO ME???

this one’s going to be a little bit more serious in tone than the other theatre au pieces, partially bc of that, but also because this one is really more of a reflection of my journey as an artist and a theatre maker, especially during the pandemic. i identify with zhang rishan in this au a LOT, and having been getting back into theatre as of late I’m having a lot of feelings about it and reflecting on that type of thing and now it’s time to put Zhang Rishan through that ringer lmao.

It’s very much about isolation and art and Hamlet (as always lol) and theatre and trying to find your place in an industry that doesn’t have space for you. It’s also about finding happiness outside of productivity and work, and learning to live and feel and be without constantly attempting to make it about something, which is definitely a problem I struggle with. So far it’s dramatic and beautiful and I’m sooooo excited to finish and share it bc idk it’s going to be a piece that means a lot to me, I think. Kind of like i wish you would love me.

also foba get married :) here’s a snippet!!!

“I’m marrying Ba-ye,” Fo-ye murmurs to himself, even though Zhang Rishan is in the room. Or maybe he is talking to Zhang Rishan, because he turns to him in the next moment, his smile trembling and candescent, seeking some sort of warmth that he himself possesses in spades.

“You’re marrying Ba-ye,” Zhang Rishan agrees, and doesn’t stand up. His hands twitch, wanting to help Fo-ye with the tie, but he doesn’t think that it’s his place to be doing so.

“Did you ever think that would happen?” Fo-ye asks, going back to the mirror, and Zhang Rishan doesn’t know if he really wants an answer, but he thinks about it anyway, so that he can give Fo-ye a good one.

The easy one is yes, because Zhang Rishan had thought that it would, from the moment he saw Ba-ye and Fo-ye together. They looked like soulmates, fated to be together by the tendril threads of the universe, knit up just like a kiss. They looked like they would slide easily against each other, friction negligible, something so, so easy. Zhang Rishan isn’t jealous of them, exactly, because what Ba-ye and Fo-ye have is special, and not everyone in the world deserves that.

Still. He thinks it might be nice.

#i love this au I LOVE THIS AU #dmbj theatre au #now i am alone #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #yes there's foba and what about it #dmbj #fic #my writing #tag game #wips

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hexhomos · 1 year

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I know that you've been receiving a ton of writing questions as of late, but as I have found out that our process is quite similar and we come from a very similar technical background I wanted to ask about something I usually struggle with. Titles.

Do you have any tips on titling pieces? Because I tend to follow ye olde school of fishing around for lyrics of a song in the piece's playlist or poem that inspired it, but maybe you could offer some more insight in how you go about it.

Love your art and writing, ty in advance 🧡

OH man thank you so much!!! I am 100% a quote title enthusiast. Cannot hide it whatsoever. Titles exist in a sort of weird space for me, because I'll either instinctively Know what I want the pitch to be called as soon as I have drafted the initial idea (most of my one-word titles and some of the weirder ones come about this way) or I'll be a few paragraphs in and scratching my head while trying to figure out what nice little quote can wrap up whatever I'm writing with a bow.

The main purpose has to be that for a title to stick with me. Early on development, finding a Key Word or a Key Quote(s) can be super helpful in developing the feeling and atmosphere of a story; and it's something i'm always looking for. I have an ideas-graveyard doc where I paste a lot of scene snippets or setups or words / themes / quotes that call to my attention while i'm browsing the net, and it's really useful as an habit bc sometimes these turn out to be great titles, and other times The Feeling(tm) they are expressing leads me into writing something interesting. Think of it as like....... digital journaling......? I have multiple of those docs depending on character pairing.

#hexposts #resources #writing resources

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suedrawl · 1 year

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sue ramble/vent, trying to get brain to process and figure out how to tackle social media and interacting with others

i guess while i am in the process of using tumblr more—it might be a good idea to reconsider a lot of social media, and by default, friendships/socializing/what i really want to do vs what i am doing out pure habit. like, It’s Always Been that Way without having any awareness to consider…hmm, maybe that’s unhealthy, maybe this isn’t fun. so on. not all of it is inherently good or bad, but ready to move on and find a better path

it’s a variety of things that interconnect. small stuff like making sure i’m following/unfollowing/setting more practical tactics. to putting my foot down and communicating firmly over anything that may come up. this also will help me hopefully to figure out how i want to handle art and business side of my persona. i run a discord server and ultimately at the end of the day, a lot of that is my responsibility and there’s no way in hell i’m going to neglect it. but it’s not my job—i got fussed at that a year before, was grounded by my friends. so i’m far from flaws—fawning, people pleasing, helping. it’s a weird balance and sometimes goes up and down. then there’s my struggle with handling 1v1 and connecting to friends individually. and finally, real life and touching grass

so that mess of a paragraph shows the chaos and goals that are all over the place. but it’s progress. one thing that has been helping me is trying to spin both irl world and my internet usage on similar fields. ie—no, i do not need a ton of friends here and just because i dont go out every weekend means i’m not being social enough. or that “if i was hanging with irl friends the way i do online?” which made me realize that it’s not necessarily healthy to spend hours with a friend or a group everyday for hours at a time. i couldn’t handle that—going to a coffee shop, a meeting, meeting multiple friends throughout the day? Either of these sides don’t translate perfectly, and sometimes can vary.

and finally, i’m beginning to feel more on track with being myself, taking up space, and embracing my hermit aura. i think for years and years i was scolded for my like of solitary, and still clashed with my inherent habit of getting involved with communities, how important it is to help others, and loving to meet new people. but i’m getting pretty clear signs from others and the universe about where i need to shift—and if not, then it’s all learning in the end

i might make a simple to -do list, post it here? lately lists have done nothing for me, which is usually one of those time management techniques i need. some i think is forcing myself/i am out of practice. but the other bit is exhaustion. i always ramble about this, but god i can do so much more and it’s easier to do basic tasks to actual goals when i feel well. my brain is <insert some computer analogy>, so it keeps having BSODs, memory problems, the limited CPU can’t handle all the things that need to run inside my brain. so everything feels twice as hard and exhausting

mmm it is nice to be able to go beyond a word limit and just blog XD, it does help. i’ve been struggling as well to keep up with journaling and other practices that help with self-therapy

rn tho, feeling pretty anxious—I think it’s bcs I had too much coffee. but i turned off the PC, moved to the bedroom to quietly read or do art. Pablo’s already crashed; I feel safer if he’s right by me when i get all antsy

#sue personal #chronic illness #im sick and tired of being sick and tired!!!

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beaniebabysnails · 1 year

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tumblr vent moment

tl;dr impostor syndrome + art block

im struggling so much with making art lately to the point where it really puts me in a low mood to even think about trying to draw :') i feel like no matter what i sketch or try to conceptualize, it isn't going to turn out the way i want it to, so i just end up not trying at all and deleting all my sketches.

i've been enjoying making my fakemon designs but even that is teetering on burning me out, and i really don't want that to happen OTL

i think i have a lot of issues with perfectionism (not think, i know, just being sillie lol). i compare my work to others consistently and see everyone else posting often and maintaining a consistent art style in their work and it bums me out to look at my own stuff and feel just.. not as good. this is exacerbated by the fact that i'm nearly done college and am going to have to genuinely start looking for jobs in game art, which just makes life feel so much more high stakes. trying to put together an art portfolio that doesn't make me feel like crap has been very, very difficult :( i miss just making art for fun, i'm happy to be doing what i'm doing but i miss being able to just sketch whatever i wanted into a sketchbook without wondering whether it was good enough, without picking it apart, etc.

related to college, my impostor syndrome is WILDDD bruh i will go through so many hoops and do so many mental gymnastics telling myself that i don't actually deserve to be where i'm at. that i'm just coasting along because of a series of mistaken successes, and eventually it will come crashing down when everyone realizes that i'm actually a fraud. it's so textbook, but it's so difficult to stop.

i don't do new years resolutions or anything but this year i'm hoping to get the ball rolling on therapy, it'd be nice to get unbiased opinions and actually figure out what's up with my brain bc by golly there's so much !!

#vent

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