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Practice Makes Perfect - Kai Parker Smut

“I have a proposal.” I slammed my books down on the table, sliding into a chair in front of Kai. My knees touched his and I smiled, taking off my scarf and grabbing my bag to find my mirror and reapply my lipstick.


“What do you want now, Barbie™?” Kai sighed. He held his coffee cup in his hands, his hair messy, dark circles under his eyes. I loved it. He must’ve been up all night writing the essay he hadn’t finished.


“I was thinking that I could give you oral.” I said. Kai’s eyes widened and he almost spit out his coffee, coughing loudly and causing attention to turn to us. I sighed, rolling my eyes.


“Anyway, I owe you for saving my life and I need to know how to do it since I’m planning on giving Tyler a blow job tonight, which I can’t screw up. That would be embarrassing.” I said, taking out my study materials, twirling the gel pen in my hand.


Kai was shocked obviously, breathing in shakily. “And this is your way of paying me back?” he questioned. I swear, if he rejected me, I’d move to Sri Lanka and raise elephants.


“Before you say anything, I have a list of rules.” I gave him a piece of paper. “If you agree with the terms and conditions, come to my dorm in twenty minutes.” I said, grabbing my stuff, hurrying away.


I meandered the hallways and finally found my dorm, sinking on my bed, I sat up and contemplated going topless just in case Kai wasn’t already aroused at the thought of me sucking him off. I decided that it was inappropriate.


What kind of friend would he be if he rejected my offer? I’m great. I didn’t really talk to any other boys besides Kai, Tyler, and my therapist.


I’d just let him guide me, no exposed skin or anything, anyway. I didn’t want him using this against me someday, which was one of the rules.


Kai opened the door. “Please don’t make this awkward. Sit down.” I ordered him. He chewed on his lip as he sat beside me. “Okay, tell me if I do anything wrong.” I said.


“Sure.” He agreed cooly, taken aback as I kissed him, putting my hand on his thigh.


He brought his hand up to my neck and I grabbed it, pulling away for a second to say “don’t touch me.”


I unbuckled his belt, I finally pulled away from his pink mouth and got on my knees in between his legs. “Can I talk?” He swallowed.


“Not unless you’re telling me something crucial.” I said, helping him drag his pants to his ankles. I almost laughed out loud at his themed superman boxers.


I took his penis out of it’s constraints. “Oh god,” he breathed out as I wrapped my hand around him. “Can I touch you now?” He asked shakily.


“No.” I said softly, exploring my hands over his cock.


“But I - I can guide you.” He bit his lip. His chest was moving up and down slowly. “Fuck.” He groaned as I swiped my thumb over the head.


“Watch your language.” I said. He half opened his eyes, his hands clenched in my newly washed sheets. “Is now a good time for me to use my mouth?” I asked, fluttering my eyes up at him.


“Yes, please.” He nodded, watching my every move nervously.


“Okay, tell me if I do something wrong.” I said softly, leaning up over him. I rubbed my lips together, smoothing my lipstick out.

I finally wrapped my mouth over the tip of his dick and his hips jerked up involuntarily. “Kai!” I pulled away. He was panting.


“You’re taking too damn long!” He said, flustered. He frowned, his jaw all clenched up.


“Okay, can you be patient? It’s my first time and I can easily replace you.” I glared, proceeding with my actions. I stuck my tongue out as I slowly took him into my mouth, the foreign taste of his fluids on my tongue.


“God dammit - shit - fuck.” He groaned, holding his jazz hands in the air as I took him in as far as I could, stopping momentarily.


My eyes began to water as I swallowed, taking him in further until my eyes blurred. I stopped until my nose was touching him. He clenched his stomach and I reached up to pull his shirt up and watch his abs.


I pulled away slowly, a tear rolling down my cheek. I took him into my mouth again, running my hand up to feel his heart beat under his shirt.


I made sure I drew in as I let go, taking a deep breath. “Am I doing good so far?” I asked, my voice a bit deeper, feeling excited myself.


“You’re doing amazing, baby.” He bit his lip. He put his hand in my hair. I would’ve been upset since I took so long doing it this morning. But I let him touch me, tingles flowing down my back.


“Great.” I smiled, kissing the tip of his penis. “You can – how do you say it – fuck my mouth.” I said, blushing.


“Oh my god.” He breathed out. I opened my mouth and took him in again. He bobbed my head up and down slowly, guiding my mouth with his hands in my hair. “Oh, baby.” He said shakily.


“Mhmmmmmm.” I hummed, running my hands up around his back. He thrusted his hips up against me, my eyes getting glossy as he pushed me down onto him.


“Fuck!” Kai yelled in frustration, pushing me down faster, lifting his hips up. “Please don’t stop.” He cried through clenched teeth.


I made sure I siphoned him further into my mouth. “Mmm!” I moaned, feeling his muscles tense as he stopped moving and breathing.


He took his hands away so I could freely pull away. But I didn’t and he warned me “I’m coming!” I looked up at him as he squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back.


“Ohhh…” He growled, letting go in my mouth as his breathing slowed down. I pulled away, my jaw aching as I stuck my tongue out, licking away the string of semen from my mouth to his dick after swallowing the rest.


I totally didn’t have to do that, I knew, but I loved over achievement. And the fantastic, satistying feeling I got when I saw Kai’s face.


I wiped my chin of saliva and he pulled me up by my arms, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back, letting him put his hand on my neck.


“I hope you’re happy that you’ve ruined my whole life.” He pulled away.


“The feeling is mutual.” I said. “But you can make up for it.” My eyes glimmered.

My hero

Pairing: Steve x bookworm! reader

Warnings: Robbery, fluff??, Cute steve??

Word count: 988 (sorry its short! I’ve been super busy with finals)

Request: By a darling anon, Maybe something with Steve meeting a bookworm girl? Like her bag got stolen and she’s running after the guy and Steve saves her bag of books? Fluff and all that :) Idk, just books and fluff!

A/N: Finally some Steve fluffiness! Hope you guys enjoy!

Originally posted by ncoleys

Your POV

Immediately after discovering that a new book store had opened no more than two blocks away from your apartment, you dropped everything you were doing, grabbed a tote bag and slipped out onto the street. You made your way through the groups of people cluttering the streets and finally came before the most charming little bookshop that you had thought you’d ever seen.

It had a small bell on the door which rang when you opened it and the inside smelled like fresh baked cookies. There were couches placed all around the shop and rows upon rows of books. You strolled down the aisles, occasionally running your finger along the bindings of the books as you scanned them.

You came across a copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’, one of your favorites. You tipped it out the the shelf and flipped it open to scan through the pages. You had a copy of this very same book already at your apartment but it was well read and very worn. At least that’s what you told yourself when you snapped the book shut and decided to buy it. You could never resist new books.

As you continued to wander the aisles you found the third book to a series you had been meaning to finish and a new thriller from one of your favorite authors. Deciding that you had done enough damage, you took all of your books up to the oak check out counter. A sweet older woman greeted you there.

“Will this be all for you ma’am?” she asked.

“I think so, yes, but trust me I will be back for more in no time. You’ll be seeing a lot of me around here I imagine.”

“Well then, I look forward to the next time you come around,” she beamed and handed you your books. You placed the books in your tote bag and smiled at her, then turned around to make your way to the door.

The sun was still bright in the sky when you left the shop. You could normally get lost in bookstores for hours and you weren’t sure what time it was. You plucked your phone out of your pocket to check, when someone snatched the bag of books right out of your hands.

You were shocked for a moment and then scanned the crowd of people in front of you for the person who robbed you. You started running after them but you soon felt hopeless as they gained more distance on you and nobody seemed interested in helping a woman who was being robbed. That was until you saw a very large man dart around you and continue to chase the criminal. You slowed your pace slightly and watched in awe as the man easily caught up to the thief and ripped the bag out of his hands. He gripped the man’s shirt and exchanged a few angry words with him, until shoving him away and turning to find you on the sidewalk. He cautiously approached you and handed you your bag keeping a respectable distance between the two of you.

“Oh my god, thank you so much! I was way too slow to catch that guy,” you exclaimed and almost wanted to hug the man who saved your books. He was very handsome after all. He had broad shoulders and a charming smile. The tiniest bit of stubble marked his cheeks and jaw and his dirty blonde hair caught the sunlight.

“It’s no problem ma’am. Just doing the right thing,” he said and shrugged nervously. His cheeks gained a slight pink tint the more you smiled at him.

“Don’t down credit yourself! You’re practically my hero! What’s your name?” You questioned him.

“Steve Rogers,” he beamed and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N L/N” you stated and shook his hand.

“That’s a beautiful name” he stuttered and then as if realizing that he had said it out loud, scratched the back of his neck and sent his gaze to the ground. You chose to spare him the extra embarrassment of acknowledging what he had said and just smiled.

“You have no idea how grateful I am. What could I ever do to repay you for saving my books?” His eyes darted to yours with a nervous smile.

“Well um, you could give me your number and I could pick you up tomorrow around 7? If that’s okay with you of course,” he stammered and if it was even possible his cheeks became even more overcome with a blush. A smile spread across your face and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Sure!” you beamed. His eyes widened as his gaze focused on your face.

“Really?” he stuttered.

Yeah really! Here, give me your phone! I’ll text you my address,” his eyes widened at your easy acceptance and reached into his pocket to get his phone. He handed it to you and you swiftly entered in your information.

“Here you go mister, and I will see you tomorrow at 7,” you said and dropped the phone in his palm as you turned on your heel and began to walk away from him. You swayed your hips a little bit more than you normally would with a massive smile on your face.

Gallery

A/N: I am screaming because I finally wrote something! I hope you guys like it :)
I tagged most of you guys from memory so if you do not want to be tagged let me know, and if you do let me know I’ll be more than happy to do so! 

@hanny-bananny @sithlordalice @arizonalovesher @marvelfanlife @xxx-its-like-im-sleepwalking-xxx @marvelfanlife @punkalnd1 @thepotatodespot @sebby-padalecki @helloiam-sad @gublersmind @gubler-cm 


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Spencer dropped his bag by the door, putting his keys on the table. He could hear the music coming from your room. He looked around the living room filled with paintings, some hanging some resting on the floor. 

 The way he was obsessed with books, you were obsessed with paintings. He stopped to look through the new colorful canvas you had created. You two were complete opposites, you spent all your time expressing your self, you were open about your feelings, you constantly spoke your mind. Everyone doubted that your relationship would work, but you both knew how to appreciate your differences. 

The music got louder as he continued walking through the hallway. He quietly opened the door, and stood by the door watching you. You were wearing an old shirt, stained with old paint, holding a tray filled with colors. 

He could watch you forever, how concentrated you were, the way you never took your eyes off of your work. He was constantly amazed by the way you could create such beautiful, colorful works of art.

He stood there for a while just watching you appreciating you, the way you appreciate art. It wasn’t until you noticed he was there that he walked into the room, you smiled from ear to ear. “My favorite person is here,” you said putting down your brush and throwing your arms around him. 

“How long have you been standing there,” you asked looking into his hazel eyes. “A while, I didn’t want to interrupt, plus I love watching you” 

“Creepy and romantic all in one, I love it” you pressed your lips against his. 

“I’m surprised you still aren’t ready, your show starts in an hour,” Spencer said as he watched you continue on your work.

 Tonight was a pretty big night, not only was your work being featured in a new gallery but Spencer’s team was coming to meet you. Everyone was skeptical about you, an artist dating Spencer, and FBI genius with a ridiculous amount of PHD’s. They would never say it to your face, but you saw it coming.

Many of your friends didn’t understand what you saw in him, you allowed everyone to have their opinions, when people said negative things they never bothered you. You knew why you we’re with him, what you loved about him, and you we’re secure in your relationship. If they didn’t understand you didn’t need to make them understand.

You rushed to get ready trying to pick something you usually wouldn’t wear, Spencer’s team was his family, and suddenly you felt the pressure to make sure you made a good first impression. Regardless of the thoughts the already had of you.
“Wow, you look amazing” Spencer said with a huge smile on his face.
“You like it?” You said spinning around, “I haven’t worn this dress in years” the white dress was clinging on to your curves perfectly.

Once you got there you wasted no time in socializing with everyone, after some time Spencer began to wonder on his own. When you saw him again he was surrounded by a group of people, you politely excused your self from the conversation you we’re having as you walked over you felt the pressure, their glares, each one of them ready over analyze everything you said or did.

“Well guys this is, Y/N” Spencer said putting his arm around you. You awkwardly waved and tried to flash a genuine smile. You heard a lot of “Nice to meet you” and “Hello’s.”

“It’s so great to finally meet you guys, Spencer’s told me so much about all of you.” You said nervously.

No body had a chance to reply, “Y/N, there’s a couple who would love to meet you” an older lady said approaching you. Within seconds she whisked you away to continue socializing. “So this is it, she just leaves you for the rest of the night?” JJ said watching as more and more people continued to talk to you.

“We’re at an art gallery, she’s a featured artist, it’s kind of her job to network” Spencer said defensively. “I didn’t mean for it to sound rude Spence, I’m just saying that—“

“I’m just saying all of you have already voiced your concerns loudly enough. It’s clear what you guys think, but have you stopped to consider how happy I am? I don’t care about the amount of degrees she has or what she’s doing for a living, I love her. If you can’t deal with some small details that’s fine but do not say a single negative thing about her” Spencer took a deep breathe and looked at everyone’s reactions, this time he was sure he had made it clear.

You had stopped listening to your conversation long ago, and all you could think about we’re the things that had just come out of Spencer’s mouth.

“Hey is everything okay” you said rushing to his side.

As the night came to end you and Spencer said your goodbyes and headed back home. “I heard what you told them today,” you paused to look at his reaction, “Not caring about the amount of degrees I had, the small details?”

“I just wanted to set the record straight, I really don’t care about those things they don’t define our relationship”

“Yeah one not so small detail is that you told them you love me?”

Spencer had never said those words to you, and hearing him say it to his friends was alarming, in the best way possible.

“I do, I do love you, Y/N. I love you”

“I love you too”

College student Dean running late for his study session with Castiel, the most beautiful guy Dean’s ever had the pleasure of being allowed to stare at for an hour whilst simultaneously studying for finals.

Dean running across campus in the low, lazy summer-evening sun, his bag smacking against his back, people stopping to stare at him as he hares over the off-limits, carefully-tended lawn.

Dean coming to an abrupt halt just as he makes it back onto the path, turning round and bending down for a moment at the edge of the grass, before straightening up with a contemplative look on his face.

Dean striding into the nearby library building and re-emerging a moment later with Castiel in tow, his face still pink from running so hard, talking quickly to hide his nerves and embarrassment.

“- sorry for coming so late, I know you’re busy and we should get to it, but I wanted to say I’m sorry and I was gonna… pick it for you? But then I thought you’d rather see it, so…”

Dean coming to a halt beside the smooth, immaculate lawn, and pointing down at a single rogue buttercup, nodding its head gleefully in the warm breeze. Cas crouching down to stare at it for a long, long moment with Dean watching him, biting his lip.

Cas looking up at Dean with a smile on his face, and saying, “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

Dean grinning back, pink for a very different reason now, and replying, “I saw it there, all ‘fuck the system’… kinda reminded me of you. Uh, in a good way.”

Cas standing up and saying, “We should get back inside, to study.” Dean clearing his throat and nodding seriously, leading the way back indoors.

Cas drawing level with him halfway to the library doors, and linking their hands with a blush on his cheeks.

Dean and Cas studying for hours that night, learning together with their hands intertwined on the tabletop.  (ノ∀`♥)

Laundry Shop /Dry Cleaning Station AU Scenarios


Suga lugging in a big bag of laundry which unfortunately got stuck in the doorway. While he was trying to pull it out, a larger hand grabbed part of his bag tugging it in effortlessly. Suga was going to say thank you with a big smile. Until Ushijima, the tall stranger said, “that’s a pretty big bag of laundry for someone of your size.” Suga accidentally set it down on his toes while saying a forced thank you.


Hinata clumsily puts in his load of laundry mixing the whites and colored in one wash. Suga looks on amused at the red head while he was waiting for his own set of clothes to finish. A little while later when Suga was waiting for his next set of clothes, he heard a loud gasp and panicked, “My school uniform has turned orange!!! What do I do?” Suga can’t help but shake his head and turned around to offer some friendly advice.


Suga was staring at the buff man beside his washer getting ready to unload his clothes. Oh yes, what wonderful arms he has. And no, he’s not shamelessly staring, please. But he may or may not be waiting to see what kind of underwear or work out clothes he’s gonna be washing. then Iwaizumi pulls out some pink and purple bundle and Suga let out a chuckle. Turning to the side, red faced Iwaizumi sputters out, “it’s my niece’s clothes, they’re not mine!” And of course Suga believes him Coz he began putting little skirts and dresses into the washer.


The laundry shop was full and Kuroo was waiting for someone to finish up. Spotting the silver haired guy putting away his dry load into a basket, he stood behind him giving a quick smile when Suga stepped back to fold. Kuroo was gonna put in his own clothes when he spotted something inside. He quickly turned around to Suga folding his clothes and with smirk told him, “I love cats like really. Especially when they’re printed on boxers.” Suga with a red face looked at him dangerously, snatching his boxers from the wash and retreating to the corner to finish folding.


Businessman Daichi, in a suit with a clip on head set rushing in first thing in the morning with a claim receipt in his hand. One of his fave jackets was supposed to be delivered yesterday and he was going to pack it tonight for a trip and had no spare time to get it later so he furiously rings on the bell for an attendant ready to scream his frustrations while speaking hurriedly to his secretary on the phone. Suga rushes out, coffee in hand clearly half way through his breakfast. Daichi was gonna burst into complaints till he saw Suga smiling sheepishly wiping away crumbs on his face asking, “what can I do for you today?”. Strangely Daichi spills coffee on his jackets more often.


Yaku bringing in a covered suit to the dry cleaners and asking his long time friend Suga, the owner, why he got a giant’s suit back. Suga apologizes and promises to find where his real suit has gotten to. While they were catching up, Lev comes in with a smaller suit carrier, saying “excuse me, Uhmm, I think my suit shrunk when you cleaned it?” Suga checking on the tag realized it was Yaku’s and informed Lev that there was a mix up. Lev cheerfully comments how cute they both were because they’re small and pretty. Suga and Yaku both felt strangely insulted yet flattered at the same time.


Suga’s the manager at a real big dry cleaning station but one of his steam machines got broken. He and his employees have been trying to fix it but they couldn’t get it to work. The main office sends in their best repairman. Looking at the bored bleached haired man Suga had his doubts. He was going to supervise Kenma, but he was called to the front to sort out some mix up. After half an hour of talking to an irate old man and his grandson, he was annoyed to see his repairman sitting next to the machine clicking on his phone, playing. “Excuse me,” Suga started. Kenma didn’t even look up from his game saying, “I finished five minutes ago, if you could just fill out this paperwork. It’s fixed and working fine.” Suga indignantly fills out the report for the office before asking, “Uhmm, what is this last page with only your name and number?” Kenma smiles into his phone, mumbling “that’s for you, in case you need help, in the future.”


Yes I’ve been inspired to write this because I’ve been imagining myself going to industrial laundry shops instead of doing laundry by hand. (Unfortunately my mum believes in doing it by hand even though it’s gone through the washer.)

Football

Simon x Reader #3

Warnings: literally nothing, just straight fluff

Requested: yusssss “ could you please write an imagine where you make a football video with the boys? And Simon helps you and you guys kiss and the boys get excited 😂😭😂 thank you❤️” (via @behzinga-trash)

Notes: This is cute but idk if its my best work tbh. but i hope you like it anyways. <3 ~K

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You had been friends with the boys from the start. You had known Tobi since diapers, when your moms took you to the same daycare place. With his friendship, came Josh, and eventually the others. Many times you filmed for the boys before and today wasn’t an exception. You had been called to help and film some football videos for the guys. You were packing your bags with your camera gear, and wear heading to the pitch where you were meeting all the guys.

As you pulled into the pitch, you could only recognize one car in the lot; that being a red Range Rover. Simon. You and him had an interesting friendship. It continually blurred the lines between friends and more. You two dabbled, but neither of you wanted to be the one to make the first move.

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Bubblegum

for the anon who wanted hinny + bubblegum. sorry it took so long! 

“I bet I can blow a bigger bubble than you.”

Harry has just picked out a piece of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum from the bulging Honeydukes shopping bag when Ginny says this. It’s the first Hogsmeade trip of the year, and the first time Harry has seen Ginny in a month since she left for her seventh year at Hogwarts. After reuniting at the Three Broomsticks, they’ve made their way to a small park at the edge of Hogsmeade. A milder version of Ginny’s well known hard, blazing look appears on her face, and Harry knows he can’t decline her challenge.

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This is part eleven of the teen!Derek thing, so as always here are the previous parts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

You had just gotten home from your daily hospital visit with Peter and you were already trying to figure out what you were making for dinner tonight.

‘Hey (Y/N).’

You look up and see Laura and Derek standing in front of you, they must have heard you on your way in.

‘Hey guys, what do you guys want for dinner, I’m thinking steak and potatoes.’ you said as you put your bag down.

‘Actually, we wanted to talk to you about something.’ Laura said.

‘Is something up?’ you asked seriously.

‘No no, everything is fine, its just, I’m turning eighteen next month and we’ve already started making plans for me and Derek to move to New York.’ Laura said.

‘We were hoping you would come with us.’ Derek finished.

You were stunned. You never saw this coming, them asking you to go with them when they left town. You thought when they said they wanted to get away from this town and all its memories that they meant ALL memories. You included.

‘Guys, I’m so happy you asked, but I cant just uproot my whole life. I have responsibilities here.’ you said softly as you lead the siblings to sit on the couch while you sat in the armchair.

‘What do you mean.’ Laura questioned.

‘I have a job here, and school, hell even Peter. Someone has to be here for him when he wakes up.’ 

You can quit your job. and it’s still summer we can enroll at school Derek.’ Laura tried.

‘Then what about Peter? Legally speaking my parents are the care givers, and when I turn eighteen I’m taking that position. Laura they are not going to let you take Peter with you.’ you explained as best you could.

You saw as she processed this and realized it was true. Your parents were legally the care takers, and if that wasn’t the case, she wouldn’t know where to start the process of getting custody or whatever.

‘Well we could wait, until you’re eighteen and leave then.’ Derek tried.

‘Derek, I can’t let you do that. I see the way you look when we go into town and we pass by the shops Talia liked, when you see the park where you and your family spent every birthday party. It hurts you to remember, and this place is full of reminders.’ you said.

You saw their eyes sadden and somehow you knew it was time to have the talk you had been avoiding since the fire.

You got up and sat in between them and put your arms around then.

‘You know that night of the fire, I saw them before the room collapsed.’ you said carefully.

You felt both Hales stiffen at your words.

‘Your mom she asked me to take care of you and Peter. She said you needed me, and at the time she was right.’

‘At the time?’ Derek questioned.

‘You guys don’t need me anymore, you need each other more than anything, but not me. I mean look at you two, you guys are out of your rooms daily, you eat right you guys train, you laugh; you guys are learning how to live again. I don’t have a doubt in my mind that when you two are in New York you’ll do fine.’ you said as you ran your fingers through their hair.

They were both quiet, but you knew they could tell you were right.

‘Peter is still here, still in a coma and who knows how long that will last? All I know is I promised Talia I would take care of you guys, and I won’t break that promise.’ you said leaving no room for negotiations.

‘I don’t know what we’re gonna do without you.’ Laura said.

‘You’ll do great and you’ll take care of each other.’ you replied.

‘What if we can’t?’ Derek asked.

‘Then you can always come back, I’ll always be here.’ you promised.

Introvert vs Extrovert

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 779

Summary: After an exhausting hunt, Dean learns something new about the reader.

Hey guys, I know TONS of you wanted the next part of Soulmates, but I won’t be posting it until tomorrow. Sorry! So, to hold you all over (hopefully), here is a short little one shot that I wrote after a very exhausting day a while ago. Hope you guys like it! And I promise, Soulmates Part 2 will be up tomorrow!!

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  • Reita: my name is REITA, the guy who obeys the police questioning even on such a cold day
  • Aoi: police officer: no, nooo, not just Reita and that’s it, there’s gotta be something more sensible, rightー? you’re pretty shady, aren’t ya? would you please show me what’s inside your bag for a quick momentー? (^.^)
  • Reita: I gave them my bag the moment they started talking to me!
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So I really really really REALLY wanted to draw a Monster from Monster Hunter, and make it a legit fully colored piece.

I’m kind of ashamed about forgetting to make a daily for the Great Wroggi back when I was doing Monster Hunter dailies. As much as I love our favorite punching bag monster the Great Jaggi, the Great Wroggi is my favorite of the original bird wyvern trio in MH3U. (I don’t much care for the Great Baggi myself.)

The Great Wroggi’s colors and patterns are just so neat to me, and I especially love the blue-purple tip on the end of its tail. And who doesn’t love the armor you get from farming them? Makes the player look like an awesome outlaw, male or female!

So I hope you guys enjoy this pic as much as I do. I had fun working on it, and I’m actually very pleased with the results! I managed to stylize a monster in my own way and I’m pretty happy about that. Also added the flat version without a backdrop because I liked how it looked.

MH © Capcom

Okay, now that I’ve made my announcement post, I’m just going to gush a little about everything we saw announced today, starting with this little guy right here:

Look at this adorable little guy. I am generally a sucker for the grass starters, and Rowlet here is no different. Owls are some of my favorite animals and I love the grass/flying type combo. Also, look at that little leaf bowtie. You can’t look at this little borb and his bowtie and not want to hug it.

Honestly, the first thing I thought when I saw this guy was that it was going to be a massive edgelord, but it’s grown on me. This starter is pretty lit-ten. I’m hoping it gets a dark secondary type, though a part of my brain is calling for a poison type, which would be a new and interesting type combo.

Popplio is a mixed bag for me. On one hand, I love how silly it is in some of its animations, but it almost feels a little too silly to me. I’m feeling an eventual secondary fairy type from it, but at this point I’m just hoping it gets a secondary type at all, unlike Blastoise, Feraligatr and Samurott.

These guys right here are some impressive legendaries. I haven’t been this pleased with the design of both of a version’s legendaries in a long time. We don’t know their names or their types, but I’m feeling fairy from the lion and dark from the bat. I’m hoping I’m wrong though, simply because that would make them exactly the same type matchup as Xerneas and Yveltal (though that bat is significantly cooler than Yveltal).

The rival and the professor are poc, and that is just incredibly refreshing and important. This is a region based off of Hawaii, and I was honestly very scared they were going to whitewash it. However, not only is the professor a poc, but our rival is too.

Look at this region, just look at it. The burned-out volcano, the reefs, the mountains, that beautiful little town, the nice little city, the view of the ocean at night, etc. Everything we’ve seen so far in this region shows it to be one of the most, if not the most, visually stunning regions to date.

I could not be more excited to explore the Alola region with my Rowlet on November 18.

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What’s In My Bag

Hi Everyone! It has been pretty requested that I make a “What’s In My Bag” post, so here you go!


My backpack is Herschel, and it has been through hell and back with me. It is very durable and it is pretty coffee liquid resistant (trust me I’ve learned this the hard way). 

[Fun Fact: I photographed these pictures on my cowhide rug named Betsy]

Inside my backpack, I usually have a variation of the following with a few staple items:

  • notebooks and folders for my classes
  • green accordion folder for homework assignments and important papers
  • Lilly Pulitzer planner that my mother gave me for Christmas (sadly its sold out for the rest of the year)
  • macbook air
  • TI-84 Plus calculator (this thing is my baby- I have had it for almost 3 years now)
  • headphones
  • hand sanitizer
  • small makeup bag with chapstick and other “goodies” inside
  • box of flashcards
  • monster pencil case with WAYYY too many writing utensils inside (but is there really a such thing as too many?)

Anyways, I hope you guys found this interesting. If you have any other questions just let me know :)

Study on!

-c.w.

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Just want to keep you guys updated on my work with the artstand. (Which is why im barely updating the blog right now) I’ve printed a shit ton of stickers and cut them all out by hand, and printed some art on t-shorts and cotton bags. The t-shirts are unique and there’s only one of each design since its very expensive to print on t-shirts. The bags are printed at home which makes them more fragile.

Hope to see one or maybe two followers at the con. There will be a goodie bag to the first Trixie follower that comes to my stand to say hi :D