can you do me a solid

anonymous asked:

My parents won't accept that I'm trans because I have schizophrenia. They think it's just another delusion, and I'm scared that maybe it is? Do you know some way I can show them it's not?

Hey! So I’ve actually always had mild hallucinations, not schizophrenia, but I have been known to have delusions and different things like that. But to me. My gender realization is one of those things that sticks out as definitely real and solid. Maybe explain to them that this is something that does feel solid and real to you, if it does. And it’s ok. Also feel free to private message us if you want to discuss this further, this is a tricky topic to answer shortly in an ask
-Rowan

anonymous asked:

OK! You can make it up to me by doing 83 for Nadine and Mike B pretty please!!!

83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

Taking Hits ‘verse. My last drabble request! :) I started doing these because I thought it would help get me back into my WIPs (no such luck), but these were a ton of fun to do in their own right.


“Dr. Cole said the rods have come about halfway out of the bone on their own - isn’t that creepy?” With the lightest touch, Nadine brushed her fingertips against the tender and still-bruised skin of her collarbone, as if she expected to feel them protruding from underneath. She carefully tilted her head to the side so that she might get a better view in the bathroom mirror.

Mike grimaced. “That’s gross. Let’s not talk about it.”

“What are you gonna do when you have to take me for surgery,” she said, turning to look at him, “and there’s nothing holding me together afterward except fishing line?”

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I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

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Uncoiling All Of My Plans

Context: I dm a group of players in a heavily homebrewed game and we were coming to their characters end of the mission sequence so that they could make new characters and all of that. One of my friends used to play an elven bars that never really did much, but they always collected items that boosted charisma.

They make it to the cave entrance

Me: you come across a large cave entrance and-

Bard: I’m going to start drinking all of my charisma potions as we walk down.

Me: ok go ahead then.

Final fight rolls around:

Me: as you walk into the end of the cave, you are met by… the bones of ancient dragon. You see a woman riding atop the creature, staring down at you all.

Me as Boss: Leave here, retched creatures. You need not know the power that you try to best.

Me OOC: everyone roll initiative

The elven bard gets the highest initiative.

Bard: Why leave now when I’m struck by your everlasting beauty?

Bard OOC: and I say that to seduce her

Me OOC: I mean if you want to… roll everything plus those potions you’ve been drinking. How many of those did you have?

Bard: 287…

Me: *wideyed* what?

Bard: yeah… plus I have all my charisma gear… my whole armor set is dedicated to boosting my charisma…

After a solid minute or rolling all of his die

Bard: the final score comes down to… 363

Me: I still have to roll a check to see if she defeats that score…

*rolls Nat 1*

Me: YOU CHARISMATIC ELVEN SON OF A GNOMISH WHORE!!!!

Long story short, they married and had 8 children…

What The Signs Mean to Me

Aries: My very first best friend. I love how you never let anything hold you down. You’re brave, artistic and a bit immature, but that gives you that child like flair. I hope you’re happy wherever you are, and I’m sorry things had to end the way they did. 


Taurus: Everything comes back to you. The rock solid foundation of my life. A beautiful chaos, art in every sense of the word. I love how you love, and I’m sorry for your pain. No one can find your light for you, but when you do you illuminate the lives of everyone around you. 


Gemini: You little rascal, mischief unmanaged. You don’t always have a plan, but at least you have a pla-. The way you navigate the world with your emotional intuition makes me want to be more like you, always true to yourself no matter what. Learn to forgive and let go, your life will be so much easier. 


Cancer: You always do what you need, and what you need is not always legal. You always showed me kindness, and calmed me when I was restless. Your love was brotherly, and I hope the fog lifts over your life soon. Something tells me it already has. 


Leo: I hate that I love you. I hate how powerless I am around you, how all logic goes out the window and I’m standing in front of you, naked, with nothing to offer you but my heart. But here’s the thing, everybody loves you. And the way you look at me tells me you’ll wait for me, but I’m terrified that you’ll leave me behind. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Please don’t lose sight of who you are. 


Virgo: You amaze me. How you handle everything so effortlessly, surrounded by your adoring friends. Sometimes I can’t believe we’re related. You will always be better than me. But in those moments when you don’t feel perfect, please know that you’re never alone, and that we will always be here for you. I swear you’re not human, you are an angel on earth who’s just visiting.


Libra: You are the coolest, most chill fucking person. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me, you are one of those rare people who are truly selfless. Your humour is everything, and how you always seem so at ease calms me down on the most stressful days. You love the world and it loves you right back. 


Scorpio: You know me better than I know myself. Your soul will be forever wrapped around mine, co-existing. You taught me what it means to be a friend and what it means to be the enemy. I hope you realize what your power is some day, because your wrath is beyond unparalleled. 


Sagittarius: If I would die tomorrow I would be content, knowing that I truly experienced what it means to share a bond with another human being. Why the universe decided to have us cross paths I will never know, but one thing I know for sure is that I would not be me without you. You are a nomad, child of the world. You searched it and found home. But it wasn’t easy, and it took time and a lot of pain but it was all worth it. You give me hope. That no matter how far down I fall, something beautiful will rise from the ruins. You just have to believe. 


Capricorn: With you I can just be myself. You never judge me, you see me when I don’t see myself. When we’re together hours pass by in comfortable silence. Or, they used to. You never say much, but when you do it’s always pure genius. I wish you would be kinder to yourself. I know I’m responsible for your broken heart but you never made the burden mine. I will always respect you. I just hope you’ll someday let someone thaw your frozen heart and let yourself be happy. 


Aquarius: You are everything I want to be. You are absolutely hypnotizing. I never know if you’re flirting with me or just being friendly. An ice queen, everyone always envies the one that has your love, even if it’s just for a night. Eloquence and elegance, and so much passion. It is scary how well you do what you do, and how your body moves with such grace. Everybody is intimidated by you, and yet you treat everyone as an equal. Your insecurities are crazy to me, if I were you I definitely wouldn’t be this humble. 


Pisces: You’re two faced and completely insane, but you’re such a bad bitch wearing either mask that I can’t help but worship you. Your voice could stop wars, and you can make the most absurd things sound completely reasonable. I wish you wouldn’t take everything so personally, sometimes it gets tiring to walk on eggshells around you. Empathy is a virtue worth cultivating. Make sure your integrity and morals are well placed, because if they are nobody can stop you. Not even if they wanted to. 


This was originally a post by @kanyenoodles, and I really wanted to make my own version of what the signs mean to me.

Truth or Truth

Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.

Warning: smut, masturbation

Word Count: 2300

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO

“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.

Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.

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Rhythm | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 7,233
warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity
a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)

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There’s Nothing Wrong With You

One of the best pieces of advice I ever heard was “There’s nothing wrong with you”. 

It was a Monday morning and I was relaxing with friends in a hotel pool after playing Lollapalooza. A lady bobbed opposite me sipping a ginormous glass of rose, and we started chatting. She was a stylist and told me that, when her clients tried outfits on and looked at themselves in the mirror, she would tell them “There’s nothing wrong with you”. I asked her why and she said, “because we all think there’s something wrong with us ”. It was such an odd, simple notion, but I felt like a little flower had opened up inside of me. It hadn’t occurred to me that it could be a universal feeling. There was always something so wrong with ME, I hadn’t considered that other people might feel the same. The comment stuck with me like glue for the next year. 

Illustration by Lan Truong

 I lived most of my life feeling like there was something deeply wrong with me. Everything I did was somehow geared towards fixing the parts of myself I thought were bad or ‘broken’. There was also an odd safety in being broken. I could quietly blame it for anything that went wrong in my life: “It’s not my fault: I’m f**ed up and I am very sorry!”. For a while, I had counselling, and though it was extremely helpful, I started to feel uneasy at the idea of chatting about my problems, potentially for years, if I chose to. Like, really… When would I be fixed?

For me, life =  Experiences + reactions to those experiences. The only power I have is choosing how I react to them. So, though I might have uncomfortable emotional reactions, I can choose to a) accept these emotions, instead of resisting them, and b) not interpret my thoughts as the Solid Gold Truth. Whatever your problems may be, (diagnosed or not), they don’t equate to you being broken. In my own life, it’s been unhelpful to think of mental health problems in this way, particularly when you’re struggling. You are who you are at this moment in time, and you’re doing your best. Brains are plastic. People can, and do, change.

Illustration by Lolrel

  If you follow my music, it probably won’t come as a big surprise to know that I’ve dealt with mental health issues for a long time. There have been 3 things that have helped me decrease periods of depression though. For anyone in the same position, I hope this helps.

1. Meditation

This changed my mind + my life. I started doing meditation in 2013 after Electra Heart had ended. I was burnt out and desperate for change. I took no classes, read no books - just looked at a 5 minute explanation on the internet. I didn’t even do it every day. Just 20 minutes in the morning or evening. In the beginning, I felt a little dubious about the idea of “wasting 20 whole minutes” on meditation each day. But here’s the thing: Meditation is like a vacuum for your mind. It sucks up all the dust and rubbish thoughts. I can easily waste 20 minutes looking at something on the internet that I’ll never think about again, so I can invest 20 minutes in something that changes the quality of my life. This blog described Meditation as “one of the best responses to modern information overload”. I truly believe it can be an antidote to our digital lives.

Illustration by Lolrel 

2. Exercise

I know, I know. When you’re depressed, the last thing you want to do is go outside INTO THE REAL WORLD! But if you’re bottom-of-the-barrel depressed, you have nothing to lose. For years I loved to declare that I “didn’t have a body that could run”  (in order to escape ever having to actually run). But when I start meditation, the negative thoughts about myself decreased and I started to want good things for myself. The motive of exercising was not to lose weight, so it had a different energy to it.

3. Identifying With Thoughts

The reality is, I still deal with depression, but my reaction to it is different. I am more aware of its mechanisms so I don’t take my thoughts as seriously. I try not to identify with a thought and interpret it as truth just because it came into my mind. Why? Because the way I think and respond to events is largely based on my past experiences, so how can I know that my thoughts are my own and not coloured by my past? This is why I don’t always trust my thoughts, particularly when they are of the negative variety. A book I hugely recommend on this is called “Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle. 

I’ve wanted to write this post for a long time for people who struggle with similar issues. Our culture has taught us to see happiness as some kind of end goal, but for me, the best thing about it is that it doesn’t stick around forever. Human beings need to experience some level of suffering in order to evolve emotionally and consciously. And though depression often feels like you’re stuck, or stagnating, it can also be a healthy way of your mind telling you that something isn’t quite right, and that it’s in the process of changing. We tend to view sadness as something unnatural, or negative, but perhaps viewing it as a necessary process might help us accept the low periods, and move through them more easily.

Before writing my last album, I honestly thought that I had just been born unhappy and that depression was a permanent part of me. I don’t believe that anymore. When I was writing ‘FROOT’ I felt like I was kissing goodbye to a big chapter of my life. That portion of my youth was heart-splitting and lonely at times, but it was also dazzling and beautiful. And that’s how life is for a lot of us. If only I’d known all those years that it was just part of being human.

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Love, Marina

a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not

It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).

But this is probably a new low.

Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.

‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.

“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.

They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.

As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.

Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.

Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.

What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.

Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.

His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.

His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.

Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.

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tfw when not even death can save u from dumb politics

eyyy it’s my Gangrel boi enjoying a Refreshing Beverage + two of his ghoul pals because they need some love too (or fanart at least)

this was just a random doodle at first inspired by my ‘vampire capri sun’ post but then i got in dat Art Mood™ and it got way more elaborate than i intended  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

rinodf  asked:

hey how u doing? your models are beatiful so if i may ask could u tell me what is your process for texturing them or what materials do you use for them?

im doing good, and yeah no problem! the computer i did it on i never did a recording but basically i start with a concept and in blender i do like? shift+A then find image empty or empty image? and i put it upright 90 degrees

and so i start building my guy (you can use Z to switch between like the solid mesh form vs just the lines form/frame

this is the current render of the model finished besides the hair cuz i like doing that last

and the materials i use is just the normal face coloring but I have it marked as “shadeless” option! as you can guess it just keeps it from having any shadows so you can get that lowpoly 2D look!

i use Adobe mixamo which is like a library of poses and animations? things like running, jumping, to certain poses (i used this to make a game with my character also! so it’s very useful if you don’t know how to rig, it uses an algorithm to rig your character for you. you could stop there and download the version with all the bones now to pose yourself or you could look at the adobe library!) 

and heres another example! so making that concept drawing is super helpful and makes things look right (the first model I ever made looked so wonky because I didn’t)

so you want to start with simple shapes then progressively make them more complicated, you can add more sectors by i think control+r and that creates something called a loopcut which is very helpful

thanks for reading, im sorry this is so choppy and fast but these are the images i have on me! I used youtube tutorials to teach myself, Blender Guru is a GREAT resource and I’d watch his stuff

My Headcanons on the Dads and Sexuality

Robert: Bisexual, but possibly repulsed by sex. 

  • While he has shown attraction to men (The MC/Joseph,) and women (His deceased wife,) the fact that having sex with him at any point of his route locks you into his bad end, gives me the vibes that sex for him isn’t as pleasurable as it may have once been.

Damien: Asexual.

  • He’s one of the few dads that will not have a sex scene with your MC. While it may be because, at the time, he’s not 100% open to you about him being transgender and fears how you would react (It’s implied by his son, Lucien, that people aren’t exactly the nicest to his dad,) I like to think it’s a case of Damien simply not caring much for sex.

Craig: Gay. Especially for the MC.

  • Yes, Craig was married to “Smashley” for a significant portion of his life, but it’s very possible to still be gay while having past romantic relations with women. The fact that River is so much younger than the Twins also gives an idea that him and Ashley may not have had much of a sex life, further cementing the idea that, while he cared a lot for Ashley, he may not have felt that way specifically for her.

    Oh yeah, and the whole way he’s extremely friendly to the MC, even before the first date, sorta gives me the idea that Craig has a far stronger view on the MC than just “bros.” You can’t tell me you haven’t seen an old college roomie/friend in presumably years (At least one year, since the MC had no idea about Craig and Ashley’s divorce,) but can still immediately recognize them while you’re on a jog. From a distance, no less, considering he was calling out for your attention.

Joseph: Dads.

  • You know why.

Mat: Bisexual, or whatever sexual orientation Vernon Shaw is.

  • Mat had a wife in the past, before her untimely demise. And of course, he shows clear interest in the MC. I can see him being Bi, Pan, or any sort of combo of sexuality that doesn’t just limit on one gender specifically.

    Or, well, since Mat is supposed to be Vernon’s self-insert, his sexuality is whatever sexuality Vernon has. I don’t know, I really don’t keep up with the Grumps.

Hugo: Gay.

  • The only dad to mention he has an ex-husband, over an ex-wife.

Brian: 

  • Brian is one of two dads who we have no idea what their past spouse was like (The other being Damien.) So it’s hard to gauge with that fact. I mean? Maybe he’s Demisexual? Only experiences sexual attraction to people he develops strong emotions for. I could see this, considering the fact he’s one of three dads where sex isn’t an option (Damien and Robert are the others, tho Robert you can still have sex, it’s just real fuckin’ bad to do that.)
Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start: This is the first installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

We have about 6 players and we’re taking a rest at an inn. It’s a one-stop town so some of us are resting and others are out doing stuff. It’s DARK. Nads (elf) and Ardar (human) are hunting a bear. Except Ardar can’t see in the dark. At all. Luckily Nads can and they’ve resorted to tying a rope to eachother to make sure Ardar doesn’t get lost. They finally find the bear they’ve been tracking.

DM: roll.
Nads: *rolls low, trips falls and not only takes damage but also damage from the bear*

Nads, now at 2 hp (ooc): I tug on the rope once to tell Ardar to pull me back.

DM: okay..Ardar-you feel one solid strong tug. What do you do?

Ardar (ooc): …I follow the rope.

Nads(ooc): what are you doing you’re going to die were both going to die in the woods you can’t SEE.

DM: you follow the rope, one hand holding it to guide you, the other out stretched. You touch somthing fuzzy. Not really soft, more of a prickly kinda stiff-

Ardar (ooc): I CAST LIGHTING BOLT ON THE THING IM TOUCHING.

DM, with a long sigh: …are you sure? This is the only chance I’m giving you if you mess up both of you could die.

Ardar(ooc): YES. *rolls a nat 20*

DM: OKAY WELL….You did it..fuck…with a burst of Electric power through your hand the bear takes enough damage to not only die, but you’ve cooked it. A little bit overdone, as the smell of burnt flesh floats through the air..it falls to the ground, very dead and very very cooked.

Ardar: hey nads you okay I got you some dinner.

Nads, failing to stand up: I’m not eating that and also fuck you.

isackthesasquatch  asked:

I love your gouache paintings! They look so solid, and almost graphic like. Do you think you could do a tutorial on using gouache? It's a medium I really want to start using. Thanks!

First of all, thank you for the compliments!
I think my paintings look graphic because I mostly use flat colors and a limited palette I can play with.

I took advantage of the Summer break to do a small step-by-step of the gouache painting I did today for the last Character Design Challenge.
I have to warn you, I don’t really have a special technique and don’t use tools like drawing gum or tape to delimit the shapes of the drawing : for me, it’s mostly the amount of time I spend on the paintings that makes them look clean and “solid” like you said aha.

This is my setting :

That’s what the inside of my paint box looks like.
I made the colors myself, with some cheap Pebeo paint, mostly with the 3 primary colors (that’s why I have some fancy colors on the side, that are harder to make yourself, like Raw Umber, Raw Sienna, Ocher, Gold…)

I then do a light sketch, that I tape to my desk.
Sometimes, I do a rough pass on Photoshop first, to find the colors and composition I want.

I can finally start mixing my colors on the tear-off palette.
I use a water spray bottle to humidify the dry paint inside the paint box.

Tips on how I manage to be “precise” : I use the edges of the brush to keep a straight line (and A LOT of layers of paint until I get the result I want aha!)

For this painting, I started with the blue color because it was covering the bigger area but the wise thing to usually do is to start with the lighter color aha! But that’s the great thing with gouache : you can always cover a dark color with a lighter one if you’re willing to wait for the painting to dry and do a few layers on top of it.

At this step, I finished covering all the blank spaces with the colors I wanted : it’s mostly colouring at this point aha!

You can now spend some time getting a “clean look” : try to get the colors as evenly as possible by painting one or two new layers on top of the first pass, while at the same time getting the shapes and lines right and solid.

Finally, it’s time for the details! I use a small brush for this step and spend a lot of time correcting my mistakes (stains, strokes…) then adding the last details like patterns, face, hair. You can also use a Posca or even a colored pencil if the brush is not small enough.

When the painting is finished, be carefull while removing the tape so it doesn’t get ripped off!
I usually scan it (but this time I had to photograh it) and then use Photoshop for the Levels and Color Balance to respect the orignal colors as much as possible.

This is the final result.
I hope this was useful enough, that’s my way of doing gouache, but it’s mostly about practice. Find your own way! :)

anonymous asked:

can you write a drarry fic about draco trying to get away so he goes to hide in a closet but little does he know that this is also a hiding place for a certain dark haired,green eyed,lightning scared boy

Harry runs down the hallway, making far more noise than he should be for hide and seek.  But he is  drunk.  Well they are all a bit drunk really.  So he hopes the noises he makes as he stumbles into the wall will be lost in the choas of giggles and heavy footsteps he can hear as the other 8th years take off running around in opposite directions throughout the darkened corridors.

All he knows is he can’t get caught.  He is good at hiding.  He can definitely do this.  If only it didn’t seem to take so much concentration to put one foot in front of the other.

“Buggering fuckity fuck,” he curses, tripping and stumbling into a suit of armor.  Except this suit of armor is solid and warm, and smells really fucking good.

“Unhand me this instant! Oh, Potter, should’ve known it was you.  My god you’re loud.”

Oh, so not a suit of armor then.

“What’re you doing here?”  Harry is rather proud of himself for getting out a full sentence.  Even in the dark he can see the other boy rolling his eyes at him.

“I’m playing this ridiculous muggle game like the rest of you.  Though Merlin only knows why because its incredibly juvenile and unbecoming of-” but Harry cuts him off, shoving his hand over Malfoy’s mouth when he hears someone coming.  He tries really hard not to notice how soft and warm Malfoy’s mouth feels beneath his fingers, and curses the fact that he’s wearing a thin pair of joggers and not a robe like the other boy because if he does any more noticing about Malfoy’s mouth and skin its gonna become pretty damn obvious.

Malfoy looks rather annoyed at being interupted, but he’s also clearly heard someone coming too because he doesn’t hex Harry.  Instead he grabs him by the front of his jumper and drags him into the closest broom closet a few feet away, shoving him inside roughly.

Harry swallows down a lump in this throat, not at all pleased to be in a fucking cupboard with his entire body pressed up against Draco Malfoy who has his finger held up to Harry’s mouth as if to silence him.  As if Harry is too stupid to know not to make a noise.

Or perhaps the problem is exactly that he’s far too pleased to be in this situation.  All he knows is he’s too drunk for this, too drunk not to reveal far too much.

“We can’t…can’t both be, um…be inside.  You can be inside, um me.  Or no I mean I want to be inside.  Wait no…fuck.”

Malfoy arches one elegant eyebrow at Harry, making him try to tug his jumper down farther as if that would hide his obvious reaction to being so close to the other boy.

“Your powers of articulation never cease to amaze me.”

Harry feels like his head is spinning and he doesn’t think it has anything to do with the copious amounts of firewhiskey hes had tonight.  “Why the bloody fuck aren’t you drunk?”

“Because unlike some people I have an impeccably high level or decorum and self preservation and had no desire to spend our last night at Hogwarts making a complete and utter arse out of myself.”

Harry just huffs out a breath, wishing now he hadn’t had so much to drink because try as he might he can’t think of anything remotely smart or funny to say back to that.  To his horror all that comes out of his mouth is a tiny sort of huffing sound as Malfoy presses him back into the wall.  Malfoy is talking, asking him something as his hand comes up over Harry’s shoulder and presses into the wall.  His voice is in Harry’s ear, whispering something but all Harry can focus on is that fact that even though Draco is barely an inch talling than him he feels him practically looming over him, as if Draco’s body is consuming it.  Harry blinks at him suddenly when he realizes he’s stopped talking, trying desperately to look in Malfoy’s eyes and not at his lips.  “What?”

“Suppose that answers my question about how drunk you are.”

“M’not that drunk,” Harry lies, clenching his hands at his sides to stop himself from touching the other boy.

Malfoy laughs.  Harry wants to blame the alcohol for thinking its the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“I’m quite certain whoever was looking for us is gone you know.  We can leave now.”

It doesn’t escape Harry’s notice that despite his words Malfoy doesn’t look like he’s about to move.  It gives Harry all the courage he needs before his hands are fisted tight in the front of Malfoy’s robe, pulling him closer and slamming their lips together.  He swallows down the noise of surprise Malfoy makes, making up for what he lacks in finesse with enthusiasm,

In the back of his mind Harry swears he hears someone yanking the closet door open, swears he hears someone shouting they’ve been found and can move, but he ignores them in favor of sucking Malfoy’s bottom lip into his mouth and grinding up against him.  He doesn’t care about the game, about whoever is there watching them, all he cares about is making sure that Malfoy never ever stops touching him.

Two Soldiers, One Girl

Note: that title though. ;) omg. but I’m not sure how this turned out? fair warning: it’s pretty long…. let’s hope for the best. feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Can I request Steve x Bucky x Reader experimenting with different kinks (dom/sub, BDSM, control etc.)? I love your work! - @widow-made-me-do-it

-SMUT WARNING-


The whole team wanted to chill out and have a solid quiet night. You were glad you weren’t due for a mission for at least two days. Everyone was relieved to hear that until Nick could get any further information about the mysterious attacks circling the world, there was nothing you all could do, and there was no reason to get into any trouble while digging up dust and dead bugs, as Nick said.

So, you all sat around the common room, sharing funny stories and happy memories you all had. Even Bucky joined in, his smile bright and kind, the laugh he belted made your heart skip. As did Steve’s as he finished Bucky’s words when Bucky couldn’t form a coherent sentence any longer.

As the sun went down, you were sitting on the sofa with Nat and Wanda, resting your head on Nat’s shoulder while Wanda’s was on your opposite shoulder. Sam was smirking, looking around at everyone. He had the bright idea to play a game he and his friends used to play in college.

“The game is called “Top 3”. It can be about anything.“ Sam explained, his smirk deepening. “Uh, we usually played the dirty version. But, ladies are present.” Sam added as he chuckled, tipping his beer bottle towards your side of the room. All the men laughed and Nat scoffed. “Hell no! We’ll play the dirty version!” She shouted as her words slightly slurred, causing you to laugh beside her.

Wanda groaned and sat up straight. The cool air from the absence of her body heat made you shiver. “You men, always underestimating how far us ladies will go!” She said, crossing her arms. Tony snickered and shook his head. “Let’s play then!” Clint chimed in with a grin.

You and Nat sat up now, looking at Sam. “Alright, alright. We’ll go around the room. Oh! If you come up blank, ask a naughty Q!” Sam said before his eyes landed on Tony. 

“Tony, top 3 positions?” Sam asked, making the room laugh. You snorted and watched Tony’s face turn a bright shade of red. He took a long swallow of his beer and sighed, sucking his teeth afterwards.

“Doggy, missionary, against the wall.” Tony rushed out, his eyes focused on his beer bottle. A few hums and snorts sounded through the room. Tony cleared his throat and looked at Steve. 

Steve’s face held a smirk and he patiently waited as Tony figured out what to ask him. “Steve, top 3 body parts.” Tony said, feeling a little more comfortable since he didn’t have to answer for a little while.

Steve chuckled and rubbed his chin as the room grew quiet. “The obvious: ass, breasts, vagina.” Steve stated simply, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. His eyes glanced towards you and you bit down on your lip, shifting your gaze elsewhere. It happened to land on Bucky, who was also staring at you, his tongue circling his plump lips.

The three of you always had a little sexual tension together. You never acted on it, until you were alone in your bedroom at night. Sharing a floor with the two super soldiers had its advantages and disadvantages. 

You would hear them both grunting through the night, sometimes you would run into one of them in the hallway, shirtless and a towel wrapped around their waist. You would immediately become shy and flustered at the sight of either of them almost completely bare.

Your bathroom was in your room, whereas they shared one that was in between their bedrooms, too bad it didn’t connect through. One time when they both came back from a mission, you let Bucky shower in your bathroom. It was late and he had walked in on you being intimate with yourself, and well, you heard his own grunts not too long before he got out.

Neither of you said anything to the other after that and the next day, a similar thing happened with Steve. Now, there’s a lot of built up tension between-

“Y/N?” You heard your name being called, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You asked, turning your head towards the voice. Nat was smirking down at you. “I asked you your top 3 kinks.” Nat said, her brows raised.

You hadn’t noticed that it was already your turn, most of what was said had been drowned out. “O-oh. Umm.” You nervously looked around at everyone. You got really shy when everyone’s attention was on you and you sank in your seat, your cheeks turning red. “I-I don’t really know.” You said quietly.

Nat nodded and tapped her chin. “Fine. You have to answer a question then.” She said in a sultry tone, resting her hand on your thigh. You gulped and looked up at her. 

“Would you ever have a threesome?” She asked, her teeth bright as she grinned down at you. Your heart sped up and you tried your best not to look at Steve or Bucky. With a tentative nod, you answered Nat’s intimidating question. 

You knew for a fact you’d let the two super soldiers devour you and make you their own little mission for the night. Nat gasped and giggled, slapping her hand on your thigh. “No way! Shy miss Y/N would have a threesome!” Nat yelled, seeming quite shocked. The room was full of laughter, gasps, and low hums. “Now that’s something you don’t hear every day!” Clint chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

You finally gained the courage to look at Steve and his eyes were on your chest. Your eyes then moved to Bucky and he was adjusting his pants, his eyes focused on your mid-section, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Their stares caused your spine to tingle and a wave of pleasure to surge through your body, shooting straight to your core.

Nat called your name again and you quickly thought of something to tell Wanda. Wanda nudged your arm and you smiled shyly. “Top 3 places to do it?” You asked softly, unsure of how she’d react. She giggled and you heard the room laugh. “Oh, boy. This is gonna be good.” Sam snickered as Wanda thought for a moment.

She smiled and bit her lip. “Anywhere, really. But I like public places, this couch is pretty nice.” She giggled, making you and Nat gasp. “Wandaaa! Not my cooouch!” Tony whined, standing out of his chair and shaking his head. “Okay, that’s enough for me.” Tony grunted, stumbling off to go to his room, you figured. The team laughed and you shook your head at your naughty friend.


As the night went on, other members had filtered out of the room, ready for bed. You were quite ready yourself, though you had other plans than sleeping. You were pretty flustered and turned on after this, and seeing how Bucky and Steve were staring at you like hungry animals caused you to feel a ball of energy building in your core.

You sighed and stood from your seat, causing all eyes to fall on you. “Well, this was fun, but I’m ready to hit the hay.” You said softly, nervously rubbing your arm. Steve and Bucky looked at you and you heard Sam sigh. “Yeah, I’m going, too. I’ll see you all in the morning!” Sam said, leaving the common room.

Mumbling a small goodnight to your friend, you turned to look at Nat and Wanda. They smiled and gave you a kiss to your forehead and a hug before leaving to their bedrooms. You were facing with your back towards your floor mates and you slowly turned around to face Steve and Bucky.

They stood up and you nervously smiled at them; you could already feel the heavy tension in the air. “Well, I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said softly, watching them smirk before you turned around. You walked off towards the elevator and you could hear their faint whispering and footsteps behind you. Your neck heated up and it reached your cheeks.

Bucky followed closely behind Steve as they stepped into the elevator with you. You took a small nervous breath, smelling both of their cologne’s invade your senses. Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes for a moment. You needed to calm down. Steve pressed the button to your shared floor and you sighed softly.

The elevator was quiet and the two men were standing either side of you, their bodies dangerously close to yours. You gently glanced up at Steve, noticing that same smirk plastered on his lips. He was staring straight ahead and you turned to look up at Bucky.

Bucky smirked, noticing your movement from the corner of his eyes. “It’s impolite to stare, Y/N.” Steve said, his body now facing you. You flinched a little and immediately blushed, his body moving much closer. “I-I-”, you stuttered, your eyes holding Steve’s.

You suddenly felt Bucky step closer to your back, his hands resting on your hips. “Now, now Steve. Don’t scare her. Doll, we came up with an idea.” Bucky said, moving your hair off of your shoulder with his metal hand.

Steve smirked and raised his hand up to brush his index finger along your jaw. The small action and the feel of Bucky’s hands on your body had you trembling in the knees. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you loved it. “Wh-what is it?” You asked, feeling Bucky’s lips ghosting over your neck.

A gasp fell from your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “We want to help you find out your kinks.” Bucky whispered against your soft skin as Steve’s thumb brushed over your parted lips. “Would you like that, Y/N?” Steve asked lowly. You opened your eyes to meet Steve’s stare.

After what felt like forever, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. You nodded and let Steve and Bucky pull you towards your bedroom. Bucky locked your door while Steve sat you down on your bed. Bucky joined Steve and they stood in front of you, their muscular arms crossed.

You licked your dry lips, fiddling with your hands in your lap. “You’re shy so I’ll bet you like to be dominated.” Bucky smirked, stepping forward. You creased your eyebrows and watched Bucky’s every move.

He bent down and placed either hand beside you on the bed, his eyes level with yours. “I want you to strip.” Bucky rasped, his breath fanning across your red tinted cheeks. “Now.” Bucky ordered, the serious undertone and all around huskiness of his voice sent a shiver to your core.

You inhaled shakily and nodded your head gently, gripping your shirt in your hands. Bucky stood out of your way and watched with Steve. They licked their lips at the sight of your chest, their eyes soaking in every inch of exposed skin.

Next were your leggings and you kicked them off. Your arms covered yourself and Steve almost cooed at your shyness. “Y/N, you’re beautiful. You don’t have to hide from us.” Steve spoke softly, reassuring you.

You sighed and slipped your hands behind your back, unhooking your bra. The chill in the air caused your nipples to harden and Steve groaned. “Fuck, look at her, Buck. I’ll bet your panties are soaked, aren’t they, Doll?” Steve asked, every word that dripped from his mouth drew you in and made your pussy throb.

You pulled your panties off and you were about to throw them to the floor along with your other clothes, until Steve gripped your wrist. You thought you did something wrong, until he took your panties from your hand and brought it up to his nose.

Steve inhaled your scent and groaned, his eyes falling shut. You guessed a woman’s scent was a kink for him, but as he passed them to Bucky, maybe both liked it just as much. “Fuck, Y/N, you smell amazing.” Bucky moaned before dropping your panties to the floor.

You blushed and bit your lip, anticipating their next move. “So, how do we start?” Steve asked, rubbing his chin as he thought. You honestly didn’t know what you liked, or you just never paid attention the few times were intimate with someone else.

Bucky discarded his shirt and motioned for you to lie down. You did just that, resting your head on your pillow in the middle of your bed. “Spread those legs for me, Doll.” Bucky said, climbing onto your bed after sliding his pants off. You could see a bulge in his black boxers and your mouth started to water.

“Maybe we could try tying your hands together? Would you like that?” Bucky asks you, his finger trailing down your torso. The simple act caused your skin to cover in goosebumps. 

“S-sure.” You all but squeaked out, feeling Bucky’s finger stop right where you needed him. “I like that idea, Buck.” You hear Steve rasp, the clicking of his belt coming undone near your ear.

You looked over, watching Steve slide his pants off. His shirt was on the floor and you couldn’t help but drink in his toned body. Bucky suddenly grasped both of your wrists tightly, eliciting a rather sensual gasp from your parted lips. Your eyes met his and he bit his lip.  "Oh, she’ll love it.“ Bucky said with a chuckle, noticing your reaction. Bucky’s hands slid down your arms as Steve started to tie his belt around your wrists.

Making sure you couldn’t break free easily, Steve dropped your arms above your head. You found that you actually liked this. Not being able to move your hands made your adrenaline rush through your veins; every move Steve and Bucky made wouldn’t be able to be stopped by you. It caused you to be more alert, and it made your pussy throb with anticipation.

Bucky’s lips placed soft kisses along your chest, his tongue lapping at your hardened nipple. You moaned and tried to grind your hips against Bucky’s, but his hands held your waist down harshly, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin.

You bit your lip and you couldn’t help but try to grind against him again, loving the reaction you pulled out of him. Bucky growled and pushed your hips down again, his metal hand flying to your neck. You let out a moan at the pressure, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Move again and you’ll be punished.” Bucky ordered you, his breath fanning across your face. You whimpered at his sudden dominance and opened your eyes, seeing Bucky’s eyes staring into yours. You nodded obediently and Bucky pulled his hand away with a smirk. “Steve, we’ve got a sub on our hands.” Bucky chuckled deviously as he moved to your side.

Steve was straining in his boxers as he climbed onto your bed, his lips finding yours as his hips settled between your legs where Bucky previously was. “Fuck, I love a submissive woman.” Steve whispered against your mouth.  “You call me Captain and you call Bucky Sergeant. If we hear our names, you’ll be punished.” Steve said, trailing his lips along your skin. “Yes, Captain.” You submitted to him.

His lips were on yours again and you let out a small whimper, allowing his tongue to start wrestling around with yours. Pulling away too soon, Steve’s hand caressed your cheek. “What do you want?” Steve asked, his nose rubbing gently against yours.

Your wrists twisted in the belt, your breathing becoming heavy. “I’ll be back.” Bucky called out before you could answer, his body leaving your bed. All you could focus on was Steve’s hand moving down your body towards your pussy. 

His middle finger rubbed small circles on your clit, pulling a gasp from your parted lips. “Is this what you want? You want me to play with your pretty pussy?“ Steve asked, his eyebrow raised. You nodded frantically, remembering not to grind your hips. Even though you wanted to so badly.

Steve moaned and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it before pulling away. “Captain, I need you.” You whined, feeling his finger sliding down your wet folds, teasing your entrance. “You’re so wet, Y/N.” Steve whispered, kissing down your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed his way down to your collarbones. “Are you gonna be a good Doll?” Steve asked, his eyes watching your face.

You nodded and met his intense gaze, seeing him smirk. Steve moved away from you and you watched him reach for your silk scarf on your chair. He walked back over and placed it over your eyes, tying it around your head, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose. 

A nervous breath fell from your lips and you tugged on your bottom lip, darkness consuming your vision. Steve resumed his position and your ears perked at every movement you heard. “Do you like the blindfold?” Steve asked, his mouth resting on your hip.

Before you could reply, Bucky appeared back in your room, you had no idea where he went or what he was planning on doing.  "Playing already?“ Bucky chuckled, slipping his pants back off. “Blindfold. Nice one.” Bucky said with a smirk. He plopped down on your bed beside you. “See if she likes this.” Bucky rasped, the sound of something jiggling around in a ceramic mug catching your attention.

Since you couldn’t see, you wondered what he and the other super soldier wanted to do to your body. A whimper fell from your lips when you felt something cold and wet-no doubt an ice cube-running along your inner thigh. “Mmm, she likes it.” Steve chuckled, your muscles twitching in your thighs as his hand carried the ice cube down to your pussy. Bucky gasped when he saw your pussy clench as a cold water droplet fell down your slit.

“You’re such a responsive girl, Y/N. Who knew you’d like such naughty things?” Bucky asked, his voice closer than before. “Please, I-I need your mouth , Captain.” You quietly begged, raising your hips off of the bed. 

Steve repeated Bucky’s action from earlier and pushed your hips back down. “Remember, you said you’d be a good Doll.” Steve said firmly, tossing the nearly melted ice cube in his mouth. You felt a few droplets fall onto your pussy and you moaned. It took everything in you not to jerk your hips again. 

Bucky’s mouth was on your breast in no time as Steve let his mouth close on your wet pussy. You gasped and clenched your fists, the sucking motions coming from both of their mouths sending a wave of pleasure through you. “Oh, Cap!” You cried out, Steve’s cold tongue licking you from your entrance up to your clit.

Both men moaned against you and you squeezed your thighs around Steve’s head. He chuckled and sucked your clit into his mouth, letting one of his fingers slide into your tight hole. “Captain, oh yes!” You squealed. Bucky’s lips came up to yours and he swallowed your moans as Steve made out with your drenched core.

Steve curled his finger inside of your pussy before inserting another one. He pulled his mouth away with an obscene pop and finger fucked you fast and hard. “I want you to cum, Y/N. Cum for Captain.” Steve ordered you before attaching his lips to your clit again. Your head turned to the side and you bit the skin of your arm, broken moans falling your lips.

Your hips were grinding against Steve’s face as you felt your first orgasm of the night quickly approaching. Bucky was sucking and biting your exposed neck, no doubt giving you a few marks. 

“Fuck! Captain, I’m so close!” You yelled, digging the back of your head into your pillow. Steve smirked against your pussy. His fingers curled one last time and your back arched off of the bed, ‘Captain’ rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

After you came down from your high, Steve kissed his way up your body. “I want you on your knees.” Bucky ordered, helping you down onto your floor. You licked your lips and Bucky’s thumb pulled your chin down so your mouth was open. Steve was stroking himself on your bed now, a clear view of what was about to happen.

Bucky slowly slid his thumb into your mouth, rubbing it over your tongue. Without a second thought, your tongue stuck out, ready to submit to Bucky’s needs. "Doll, you’re killing me.“ Bucky groaned, his eyes glued to your mouth. You felt Bucky pull his thumb away and he gripped a handful of your hair so you could sit higher on your knees.

You whimpered at the sting. “And she likes hair pulling.” Steve chuckled, his thick cock resting in his large hand. You could hear his ragged breathing from behind you and it sent tingles to your core. “Are you gonna be a good Doll and suck Sergeants cock?” Bucky asked, keeping his hand gripped onto your hair.

You licked your lips and nodded. “Yes, Sergeant.” You said softly, wishing you could see Bucky’s cock. You felt the tip rub against your bottom lip and you gasped, moving your head forward only to have Bucky jerk it back by your hair. You gasped again and moaned, biting your lip. “Tell me you want it.” Bucky growled. “I want it, Sergeant. Please. Let me suck your cock.” You pleaded, tears springing in your eyes under the blindfold.

Bucky groaned lowly and you figured he liked controlling you. You didn’t mind because you were definitely up for letting him do anything to you. You felt Bucky’s cock rub against your bottom lip again. Making sure Bucky wouldn’t jerk your head away again, you slowly stuck your tongue out, twirling it around his swollen tip. A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you.

You moved your head forward and sucked his tip into your mouth, tasting a bit of pre-cum. You hummed against him, taking in more of his thick cock. “Oh fuck, your mouth is amazing.” Bucky grunted, his hips jerking into your mouth. You moaned and urged him to keep going. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” Bucky asked you even though your mouth was occupied and you couldn’t answer.

You nodded and took more of him in your mouth, feeling his hand rest on your cheek. Inch by inch, he slid inside of your warm, wet mouth. “Fuck, Doll, yess.” Bucky choked out, his tip inching towards the back of your throat. You knew how to hold your gag reflex and Bucky gasped as he watched you take him all the way, your nose nuzzling against his pelvic bone.

Bucky’s hips pulled away, only to slide back in with more force. You moaned against him and he continued the movement, his hands resting on the back of your head. “Such a good Doll.” Bucky groaned, letting his head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut. Your head bobbed back and forth, your mouth sucking Bucky back in. You let Bucky fuck your mouth, the wet sounds making your pussy throb again.

You could hear Steve jerking himself off behind you and Bucky pulled your mouth away from him, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his cock. Bucky inhaled deeply, watching your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. “Captain, Sergeant, I want your cocks. Please.” You begged, the aching between your thighs becoming unbearable.

Steve chuckled deeply as Bucky helped you onto the bed. Steve pulled the scarf off of you and you blinked a few times. Steve’s cock was standing proudly and it was just begging for some action. You blushed and looked between the two, licking your lips. They were a heavy breathing mess, eyes blown with lust.

You bit your lip and looked down at the belt around your wrists. Bucky took the belt off and threw it to the side. “Who do you want first?” Steve asked you as you sat there on your knees. Bucky came up behind you, placing kisses to your shoulder. “I want both of you.” You whispered, nervously looking into Steve’s eyes.

His eyebrows raised and Bucky hummed behind you. “Double penetration. Such a dirty girl.” Steve whispered as you felt Bucky’s hands coming in front of you to grasp your breasts. You moaned and let your head rest against Bucky’s shoulder. His hand started moving down your torso as Steve was busy grabbing a bottle of lube Bucky had brought along with him just in case.

You felt Bucky’s hand cup your pussy and wiggle his hand against it. “I want your pussy.” Bucky growled, moving away from you before you could respond. You whined at the loss of contact but Bucky pulled your by your wrists to hover above him. “You’re such a pretty Doll.” Bucky said as he bit his lip, making you blush.

You turned to look at Steve and he was coating himself in lube. “Are you sure about this?” Steve asked, coming up behind you. You nodded and bit your lip, gently moving your hips back and forth. “Please, Captain.” You whimpered. Steve smirked and settled closer to you, his tip rubbing against your ass cheeks.

A shiver shot through you and you pushed back a tad, feeling his tip slowly start to push inside. You gasped and looked straight at Bucky, feeling the tip of his cock rub against your pussy. 

Slowly, they both entered you and you held your breath, your mouth hanging open. “Breathe, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, both of their cocks sliding further inside of each hole. You inhaled deeply, your eyebrows creasing and your eyelids drooping a tad. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Steve growled, his hands gripping onto your hips.

Bucky shifted down lower, bending his knees to get a better angle. You felt them both twitch inside of you and you moaned at the feeling of being so full. “Oh, please move.” You begged the two men, hearing both of their heavy breaths. Steve’s lips were on your back, pressing soothing kisses as he started to slide in and out of your ass.

Bucky reached his hands to your face, pressing his lips against yours as he started to fuck your pussy, his cock stretching you just as much as Steve’s stretched your asshole. A string of grunts fell from Steve and you whimpered against Bucky’s mouth. 

Your heart was racing and your holes were throbbing, but it felt so amazing. You never thought you’d be in this situation, and you didn’t want it to end. But feeling their huge cocks both fucking you, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Neither would they.

Steve started to speed up, his cock sliding in as Bucky’s slid out. They kept a rhythm going and it made your head spin. Steve gripped onto your hair, jerking your head back as Bucky’s mouth attached itself to your breast, his hand grasping the other.

You squealed as they both slammed their cocks into you at the same time. “Fuck, it’s so deep!” You yelled, your body shivering with pleasure. The room was filled with skin slapping against skin, manly grunts, and your high pitched moans.

“Your pussy is so good. You’re such a good Doll for us, Y/N.” Steve growled from behind, his forehead resting against your back. You gasped as you felt one of their hands reach down to rub your clit, causing your pussy to clench. “Fuck!” Bucky yelled, his cock slamming into your pussy harder as Steve slapped your ass.

Bucky’s cock twitched inside of your pussy, his tip bumping against your g-spot full force. “You’re gonna make me cum.” You breathed, watching Bucky’s eyes roll into the back of his head. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his neck, licking a stripe up and back down. Both of your holes clenched around their cocks and they moaned simultaneously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky groaned, the veins in his neck popping.

Steve was breathing heavily and all it took was one thrust from each of them to send you into ecstasy. “Oh, Sergeant! Captain!” You cried out, your hands tugging on Bucky’s hair. 

They continued to slam into you, chasing their own release. “Oh god. Oh go-” Steve’s words were cut off by a loud, drawn-out moan, Bucky following right after.

You breathed heavily as you felt them fill you up with their hot cum. They were shaking above and beneath you, your holes throbbing around them as they rode out their orgasms. Your head fell onto Bucky’s sweaty chest and he was breathing rapidly. Steve pulled out of you, falling to your side.

You heard Steve chuckling and you lazily turned your head to face him, feeling Bucky slide out of your pussy. “I can’t believe it took us so long to do this.” Steve said, turning his head over to look at you. Bucky chuckled under you and you blushed. “Well, I know some of my kinks now.” You said softly, your cheeks hot.

Bucky rubbed your sides and you noticed his metal hand was now warm instead of cold. “You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky breathed, his hands moving your hair out of your face. You reached your hand out for Steve and pulled him in for a kiss. Bucky watched with a smile on his face.

Steve hummed into the kiss and Bucky gripped your chin, your lips making a wet sound after you pulled away from Steve. Bucky’s lips met yours and Steve huffed beside you. “Such a selfish man. I get her pussy next.” Steve said with a small chuckle. You pulled away from Bucky and looked between the two.

“Wait, so this is gonna happen again?” You asked with wide eyes. Bucky laughed and you got off of him to sit in between the two. Bucky turned on his side, facing you. Steve did the same, both of their hands resting on your thighs. “If you want.” Steve whispered, placing a kiss to your arm.

You blushed again. “There’s a lot of kinks out there, Y/N.” Bucky said lowly, his tongue licking up your other arm. You bit your lip and smiled. “Well, who’s ready for round 2?” You asked, hearing the two men chuckle.

“I am.”

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5.5.17 // 7:05pm // guide to exam season

hello hello! i know i’ve been a little absent the past few days, but i had my last exam yesterday and now i’m finally home. i asked for advice/masterpost topic suggestions, so without further ado, here is my guide to exam season! (as requested by @rivkahstudies)

whether it’s high school finals, college finals or ap/ib exams, i’m sure we all know how it feels to have to learn (seemingly) all the knowledge ever known in a few weeks. here’s how to come out relatively unscathed:

1. pretty notes are nice, but they also take forever. i’m a huge fan of making summaries and study guides so, to spice up my notes efficiently, i pick two colored pens that I alternate between for each section/topic. 

2. on a similar vein, don’t use a billion different colors/pens/highlighters. it takes time to switch between pens or to pick up a highlighter. and to figure out what color the term/fact should be classified as. underlining and writing in all caps is just as effective to provide emphasis on something. and way faster.

3. study guides are your friend. like i said earlier, this is one of my favorite way to study for big cumulative exams. go through your notes (or the textbook) and summarize, but make sure you understand what you write down. write things in a way that makes sense to you (don’t just copy). going back over lecture notes is great because it forces you to put pieces together, calls things you didn’t get to your attention, and allows you to skip over concepts you are already very solid in.

4. learn from practice problems. if your teacher/professor give past exams or practice problems, use them. i like to go through them and, if i don’t know how to do something and wasn’t just being dumb, i take notes on key concepts/strategies used to solve the problem. this way, it’s on my radar and i can apply those strategies to other problems. if you really don’t have time (or are lazy like me), go through the solutions and take notes on any solution that you wouldn’t have immediately thought of. not quite as effective as actually doing them first, but it still helps.

5. memorize strategically. this one is really great for vocab or classes like ap spanish lit where you need to know facts about lots of different works. start by memorizing the “easy” ones that stand out. maybe you have a personal connection, or it’s the only work in that style or time period. i find starting there and working towards the more “difficult” works builds confidence and helps you be really sure of the ones you do know. if you get down to the end and there are two works you always get confused, at least you’ve narrowed down the list by having everything else locked in.

6. breathe. one of the worst things you can do is let yourself get overwhelmed (either while studying or while test-taking). don’t let yourself get to that point. if you need to take a step back, do it. pushing yourself too far can lead to a complete shut down, which will put you out of commission for (possibly) days and only fuel your sense of helplessness. exams are important, but they’re not so important that you need to sacrifice your well being.

best of luck with all your exams and please feel free to message me/send me an ask if you want more advice. i love giving it :D -m

Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by hardyness

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.

rinnnnnnggggg

the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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Merciless Princess

Pairings/Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: smut smut smutttt, Sub!Seb (do I hear a fuck yes?), oral sex (both receiving), face riding, orgasm denial

Summary: You’re extremely busy but Sebastian doesn’t care, he needs to be near you. He needs to be touching you. Always.

Word Count: 1559

A/N: I hope this was okayyy! Please leave me some feedback I’m sweating loRD! Based off of this request :)

Originally posted by gliceria

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