The way you both looked at each other from time to time would already confirm that you weren’t. Not to mention the sleeping and cuddling together, the stares or the subtle touches. It was obvious both of you had feelings for each other. Yet neither of you had the balls to actually take it to the next stage.
He got jealous whenever you were around other men, and so did you when he had one of those music video shoots where all of these girls on set have a hunger for Christian and the fame that came with him. But when you or him ever got mad out of jealousy, the argument was always brushed off because the obvious question would linger. “Why are you even jealous, we’re not together are we?”
Every time you heard or said those words something inside of you would just break. Why couldn’t you just open your damn mouth and tell Christian how you really feel. Because you’re scared he’ll be done with you after he tests the waters? He’ll eventually get bored and leave right? So if you keep him at an arms length, but still close enough to hold, then that won’t happen… right?
“Stop thinking” you quietly mumble to yourself. You knelt down in front of your TV to connect it to your laptop.
“What?” Christian asked.
“Uh- Stupid thing.” You quickly ‘repeat’ yourself.
Christian was on the couch, patiently waiting, enjoying the view of your ass basically hanging out of your too short shorts. You didn’t even notice as you were so deep in thought, fumbling with a few cables that would connect your laptop to the TV and sound system.
Christian laid himself down on the couch sideways, supporting his head with his hand, watching your every move. “Need a hand?” he says amused biting his bottom lip.
“Nah, I’ve got it” you say getting up. You turn around to look at him seeing he was already laying down on your couch. It’s like his body was presented to you on a silver platter, but you quickly get those thoughts out of your head diverting your attention to the smug grin on his face.
“You better not fall asleep; I’m not watching Naruto while you snore.” You say throwing a pillow at his face which he oh so conveniently catches, putting it behind his head for support.
“I promise I won’t, c’mere” he says holding out his hand. You walk towards him swatting his hand away. He chuckles as you do so. You sit down in front of his torso and lean back folding your legs over each other. The intro ended and just as you wanted to start focusing, he grabs your arm and slowly pulls you down with him.
“We’ll both be more comfortable this way” he nonchalantly states, pulling you closer as he put out his arm for you to rest your head on. His other arm wraps around your waist after he brushed your hair out of your face.
“Comfy?” he asks. “Yes” you lie.
How could you possibly be comfortable with all of this sexual tension and unspoken frustration. How could you even concentrate on the damn anime like this? Your head was close enough to Christians chest to hear his heartbeat over the speaker sounds.
Your hands. What the fuck do you do with your hands. You awkwardly intertwined your fingers so you wouldn’t be tempted to touch him more than you already wanted to.
“Are you cold?” he asks grabbing your hands. “Jesus they’re freezing Y/n, let me get a blanket.” He said before you could answer the question.
A blanket? Sure let’s share the damn blanket.
You’re not cold. Your insides are at a dangerously high temperature every time he touches you. You were everything but cold, even though your hands state otherwise.
He quickly got up, pausing the anime, and got back just as fast with your favorite beige fleece fluffy blanket. He laid back down, grabbing your arm again to get you to lay back down with him. He sweetly caresses your hair and covers both of you with the blanket. It was soft and warm. Just like Christian.
“Better?” he asks bringing his hand down your waist again where it was before. You look up at him and nod giving him a shy smile, hiding your face in his arm.
He chuckled kissing the top of your head.
Like that you watched Naruto, with every minute that passed you started to feel more and more comfortable in Christian’s arms, because of that, the tension in your body left as well. You were able to relax. Sometimes as Christian would adjust his hold on you the tension came back, but it left quickly afterwards. It was like this was how it was supposed to be.
After a while you find yourself not paying much attention to your TV anymore, you started to lightly trace Christians tattoo’s on his underarm with your index finger.
Little did you know that Christian hadn’t been paying attention to the TV either. He was in a trance just like you, watching you retrace your path on his tattoo’s every now and then, making random circles on his skin, or writing things. Things he didn’t feel good enough to know what you were writing, but to him it was sweet and endearing. Your soft touches felt good, your touch was just the right amount of ticklishness and softness mixed together.
He inhaled and exhaled strongly, which was just enough to get you out of your trance. As you snap out of it you immediately stop your movements as you look up at the television screen to see that the credits were rolling. Your eyes widen as you feel Christian’s hand creep up under your shirt onto your stomach. His hand was warm and soft on your skin.
“Why did you stop” he whispers in your ear. “It felt good” he started to teasingly trace his fingers around your belly button and all you could do was hold your breath. You didn’t even notice your hand was tightly holding his other hand on the arm you were resting your head on.
His finger went lower, he teasingly stopped at the hem of your panties, and stroked his fingers back up to your belly button.
You were ticklish and sensitive, and didn’t really know what was happening. Was this going to be the day where that damn barrier between the two of you was going to be broken? And all it took was a little Naruto?
You hold your breath but can’t keep it in anymore as he brings his lips closer to your ear. “Does that feel good to you?” he asks whispering in your ear, planting a wet kiss in your neck.
You whimper as he takes his hand from up under your shirt. Losing all contact to your skin.
He smirked to himself and suddenly put his hand over your clothed heat. Like a reflex your hand quickly grabs his wrist down there, stopping him from moving his hand any further.
Your eyes dart to his dark ones, the look in his eyes is one you hadn’t seen before. They were dark and full of lust. His sweetness disappeared too by the looks of it.
“What, you don’t want me there?” he asks cocking his head sideways. “Not even like this?” he says stretching his index finger in between your clothed folds teasingly rubbing your clit a little.
“I-ahh-Christian…” you moan his name trying to close your thighs.
“Yes or No?” he says with hunger in his eyes.
You don’t even dare to hesitate. “Yes”
That word was like music to his god damn ears. He quickly turned you on your back throwing the blanket on the floor, taking his arm from up under your head and supporting his own weight with it as his other hand disappeared under your panties.
“So wet” he breathes attacking your lips with his while his fingers dance around your clit.
You moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an invitation to play with yours. You hungrily kiss him back. Your hands disappear into his hair, tugging at it as the intense pleasure overcame you. You feel his finger work its magic inside of you, moaning loudly into his mouth as he inserts a second finger into you, pumping you at a faster pace.
“Oppa-I’m” you can’t even finish your sentence as your walls clench around his fingers. You throw your head back, giving Christian the opportunity to suck on your sweet spot in your neck. Your moans got caught in your throat as you find your release. Your juices start to flow as your body shocks from the much needed orgasm.
“God you’re so fucking hot when you cum baby” he says biting your earlobe.
Just when you thought you could finally breathe again, Christian gets up from the couch in one swift move, removing his shirt showing his just right sculpted upper body. When his shirt fell to the floor he took off your clothes, only leaving your panties in a matter of seconds.
“You look so good baby…” he says admiring the view, kneading your breasts with both hands. He got on top of you, taking your left breast into his mouth while playing with your other breast, sometimes slightly pinching your nipple.
You were a mewling mess under him. You could feel his bulge press onto your stomach which made everything so much more intense. You wanted him inside of you, but he quickly grabbed your hands and put them above your head when you tried to get your fingers on the hem of his sweat shorts.
“No baby, I haven’t even tasted you yet” he says smirking down at you. He lifted himself off of you, kissing you again with a little less desperation than before, as if he found the comfort of knowing that you weren’t going anywhere, and you were his for the moment, or moments to come.
“Christian I need you…in me” you pant after your lips detached. “Soon” he says sweetly putting a strand of lost hair behind your ear.
His sweet demeanor quickly disappeared as he roughly turned you on your stomach, smacking your right ass cheek harder than you expected. You squeak as his hand landed on your bum.
“Ass up, face down, hands together between your tits” he demands with a low voice.
You quickly do as he says. You liked this, you’ve never been bossed around with sex like this before, and the mixture of sweet Christian and dominant Christian was turning you on even more if that was even possible.
You couldn’t see him.
The darkness in your living room made it easier to concentrate on sound. You waited for a few seconds but all you could hear was soft sounds of Christian readjusting himself on the couch.
Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel your panties being moved aside when a warm tip pushes against your entrance softly. “I-I thought I had to wait” you say trying to look back at him.
“You do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you.” He says spreading your liquids between your folds with his tip. It was driving you absolutely insane how he would lightly brush against your clit. The friction felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“Ch-Christian please.” You almost beg. Your voice was cracking and raspy. Your mouth was dry from all the screaming and moaning from just a minute ago.
Just like that he removed his tip from you, again leaving you without any contact to your skin. The loss of touch made you groan in frustration.
“So impatient” he says caressing your upper back to your lower back with just his fingertips. His fingers reached the hem of your panties and he pulls them down. You help him by lifting your knees up off the couch for him, waiting for whatever he had planned next.
You hear him take another position, but since you can’t see what he’s doing, your anticipation lingered.
Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your torso pulling you down. You let out a little yelp as you feel his mouth envelop around your heat. You sit up out of shock and the intense pleasure he was giving you, fucking you with his tongue. His hands were still on your waist as he ate you out.
Your hands grab onto his, not knowing what to do because you’ve never done this before. You tried lifting yourself off of him, but he made you take it, keeping you in place with his hands still firmly placed on your sides.
He stops for a second. “Does that feel good baby?” you nod furiously covering your mouth trying to mute your moans a little, thinking of your poor neighbors at this hour. He kept going, flicking his tongue faster against your clit, making you go crazy as you reached your high again.
You screamed out his name as your whole body shocked, as if he sensed it, he quickly got up from under you to catch you as your body fell numb. He placed you on the couch softly, kissing your lips ever so gently wiping two tears from your eyes with his thumbs.
You didn’t even notice the tears. You didn’t even notice he was completely naked. You tried to calm yourself down, trying to take in the view of this beautiful man.
“Shhh it’s okay, are you okay? How do you feel? Do I have to stop?” His questions seemed to come all at once, but you couldn’t answer him as you were still trying to calm your breathing down.
“Baby answer me” he says still worried.
You close your eyes, trying to regain composure. Baby huh, you liked your new nickname.
“Your turn” you say, opening your eyes.
“What?” he asks confused. “I said, your turn” you say getting up. You push his chest against the couch making him sit up straight. His eyes followed you like a hawk. You got down on your knees, sitting between his legs on the floor, that’s when he finally realized what you were up to. Taking his length in your hands you slowly started pumping him, attaching your mouth to his balls, sucking on them slowly.
He threw his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. He moaned softly when you attached your mouth on his tip, licking and sucking on just the right pace.
“Oh fuck baby, just like that” he moaned gathering your hair together as if he was making a ponytail, slowly making you go deeper on him, following every head bop with his hand pulling on your hair.
You smiled. Fully content with yourself. You’re a big girl, you can handle yourself. You might not be the most experienced lover, but you did know how to make a man want to return to you.
You took all of him, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. You took him like a fucking champion, focusing on trying not to gag while you let him fuck your throat slowly.
His hands let go of your hair and grabbed his own.
“Fuck baby…” is all he could say. Various types of groans and moans were escaping his lips, making sure you knew how much he loved what you were doing.
You knew when the timing was right, so you detached your mouth from his length and climbed on top of him on the couch. You put your knees beside his legs, guiding him to your entrance.
You made eye contact with him. His eyes had a different vibe to them now, it wasn’t just lust anymore was it? Was it…love?
You couldn’t think as you guided himself into you. You could feel the soreness already. Both of you let out a groan as your walls tighten around his length. He filled you up perfectly. This was what you wanted from the start. This incomparable feeling.
His arms enveloped you into a hug as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. You start to slowly move on his cock. The friction was just right. It wasn’t too intense like before; it was just right.
You moan, sucking and biting on the skin of his neck.
As you both got more used to the feeling of each other, your pace started to quicken. You bounced up and down on him a little faster, his arms which where so securely holding you, went down to lightly grab your thighs.
“Oppa you feel so good inside of me” you say in a raspy breathy voice.
All he did was answer you with a groan, throwing his head back. You were getting tired, and he noticed as your pace started to slow down. Just like that he put you down with your back to the couch and started fucking you with your legs up on his shoulders, you could feel him deeper inside of you like this. Your moans started to turn into mewls again and by the increase of Christian’s groans you knew he was close as well.
He fastened his pace, putting your legs down beside his. After a few more deep and hard thrusts he came, and so did you. He rode out his high while the both of you try to catch your breaths.
A wave of exhaustion washed over you as he pulled out. He grabbed a tissue from your coffee table, cleaning you up and his tip as well.
You closed your eyes, not wanting this moment to end, unsure of what he might say next. Or what this meant to your ‘friendship.’
He sighed, putting your panties back onto you, grabbing his t-shirt and helping you put it on. You felt more secure with some clothes on now. You watch him slip into his boxers and sit down next to you.
You pulled your knees up to your chest making eye contact with him as he sat in front of you taking your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, lost in thought.
He knew he was the one who was going to have to say something, cause you sure as hell weren’t going to.
“Y/n” he eventually says.
You look up meeting his gaze.
“I’m more of a man than this” he says.
You raise your eyebrows, confused to his words. “What do you mean?” you ask for clarification. This certainly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. Did he honestly think he did a bad job or something?
“I mean that” he paused biting his lip. “I should not have taken advantage of you like that, knowing we have so much to talk about regarding our obvious feelings for each other, I just didn’t know how.” He confesses.
You’re dumbfounded not knowing what to say. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you in that way.
“Christian.” You start, but that’s how you end, you don’t even know what you wanted to say next.
“No, It’s okay, I understand if you don’t want to see me again. My judgment was clouded by the lust I have for you. It was wrong and we shouldn’t have but- “
“Whoa there.” You cut him off. “I fucked you back just as much as you fucked me. I never told you to stop or anything because I wanted this too.” You say. He looked down, trying to avoid your eyes.
“Christian I-I think I kind of love you” you say. There. You said it. It’s out there. No taking it back now.
What type of confession is that? You think, you kind of love him?”
His eyes dart to yours in shock. Shit. Did you just scare him off? Did you just fuck everything up then and there on your own?
He opened his mouth to say something but then closes it again. You just keep looking at him, straight into his eyes. You didn’t know where the rush of confidence came from to do so, but you might as well be butt naked right now, you had nothing to lose anymore.
He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. “I think…I kind of love you too Y/n.” he says smiling shyly.
“The only problem is that I never told you because I don’t know how to relationship.” He says shrugging.
You exhale out of relief. “Oh my god these were the most intense thirty minutes of my life.” You say yawning as the exhaustion comes flooding back.
Christian smiles at you pulling you into his arms, caressing your hair while tightly hugging you.
You close your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s talk about how to relationship tomorrow okay?” you say sleepily yawning again keeping your eyes closed.
He smiled picking you up bridal style, carrying to your bedroom, softly placing you on the bed. He turned off the light and went back to the bed to lay back down with you. He rested his head on a pillow. Relieved with how much weight was lifted off of his shoulders right now. You rolled to his side, resting your head on his chest, hugging his torso.
He kissed your forehead, putting your blanket over you so you wouldn’t be cold, just like he did every time he stayed over.
Tonight was different though, because tonight meant that tomorrow your future together would finally start.
(A/N) I really hoped y’all liked this, I was contemplating whether to write a smut or not since I barely write anything anymore, but I feel like I see Christian Yu everywhere lately, and with that comes a bunch of lusting ladies. But checking his tag on Tumblr I noticed there weren’t much scenarios or smuts on him. If anyone has any requests I will happily take them! Again excuse my awful writing, it’s three in the morning.
By the way I really hope this guy doesn’t have a tumblr and searches himself cause this was ungodly.
ahhhh do you ever get into those weird introvert/anxious mood states where you just want to be distant and not really engage in conversation with anyone other than a few select people and just disappear for a while???
Request: “I came up with this thing about pre death Kyle having sex with his so and telling her how much he jerks off about her and asking if she touches herself idk man it just hypes me up. So maybe a HC on that?” - Anon
Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, maybe a little bit off-prompt, masturbation by both people, dirty talk, PROTECTED SEX (FINALLY, GUYS! FINALLY I WROTE SOME CONDOMS IN!), probably more
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Couldn’t figure out how to make this a set of headcanons, so I decided to write it as an imagine instead. Hope that doesn’t bother you! & I’m so horrible when it comes to describing/talking about masturbation in general. This turned out pretty… Like, okay-ish, though.
ALSO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE WEEKND? LIKE? YES? ALL OF THIS SMUT RECENTLY HAS BEEN FUELED BY HOUSE OF BALLOONS AND I’D LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT. IT’S REALLY GOOD. IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER ON VINYL, TOO.
Kyle never liked skipping classes. He honestly never saw much of a reason for it. You’re going to college for a reason, right? Why not bother to show up? He had worked his ass off in high school for his scholarships, so he definitely wasn’t going to disappoint whoever was paying for his education.
Well, this was one of the rare occasions where he didn’t want to sit through another one of Professor Jackson’s long, boring lectures about lord-knows-what. It was usually something mundane, such as bridges or roofs. He would stand in front of the projector and talk about different types of bridges and their purposes for the entire hour and a half long period, never pausing or taking a single silent second.
Kyle simply didn’t feel like attending that today, and because it was his last class of the day, he decided to head home to the fraternity house. His brothers (well, most of them) would be in class, so he could probably catch a small nap before you or them got home.
You always got home before Ky. This was because your last class was a shorter walk to the house than his. Because of this, you would usually greet him at the door every day. But he knew he would be the one greeting you today. When he stepped inside of the house, it was weird not seeing your big smile in front of the door. Anyway, he sighed, beginning to walk up the stairs, only to stop midway up when he heard a light sound.
He stayed absolutely silent, continuing up the stairs. Upon hearing it for a second time, he was almost certain that it was moaning. Was someone really having sex in his room? If one of the boys was fucking some sorority girl in his bed again… He knew it was Archie. It was always Archie. Well, it was Brian that one time, but still, mostly Archie. He was going to kill him.
Grimacing, Kyle braced himself, unsure of what ungodly sight was going to lay before him as he opened the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a needy moan of his name made him freeze, unable to open that door. His mind rushed with every possibility of what could be happening behind it, but he couldn’t decide on just one of the hundreds of crazy scenarios to side with. Suddenly, his mind jumped to you. Of course it was you. You had to have come home early, and he wasn’t going to accept another thought about it.
Somehow a bit relaxed by the thought, he took a deep breath, reaching over to flip the hallway light off. He opened the door slightly, peeking inside. It was you. He let out the breath, still staying silent as he looked over at you.
You were almost completely naked, laying on Ky’s side of the freshly-made bed, your clothes laid in a neat pile on your pillow. Your hand glistened with a certain shimmer as your body arched in a pleasured angle. The bits of your hair that wasn’t in a ponytail was stuck with sweat to your face, framing the heavenly expression on your face.
It took him a second to process the sight. Within those few moments, you had noticed him standing at the doorway. He had pressed the door open farther, now clearly visible through the white frame. He wasn’t sure how to react. He didn’t know whether to fulfill his urge to strip off all of his clothes and join you, or to run away and never look back.
“Kyle,” You spoke up, not stopping your actions, only slowing the small rubs of your thumb across your clit. “come over here.”
He instinctually moved forward, pressing the door shut and locked behind him. He was numb as he stepped towards you, examining your exact position. He swallowed hard as he waited for your next instruction.
“Take off your clothes.” He was eager to follow your orders, beginning with the jacket on his shoulders. It landed on the floor as he kicked his shoes off, using each of his feet to pull the sock from the other. Soon, he was left with only his boxers on. “Come. Here.” The obedient boy walked to the edge of the bed, standing still.
Noticing his strained boxers, you laugh. “I want you to touch yourself. On the bed, with me.”
Quietly, he laid on the bed next to you, not quite sure of how to start. Did he just whip it out and go to town, or was he supposed to await further instruction? Kyle was never particularly good at being submissive. The two of you usually had somewhat equal roles when it came to sex, so he never much got the chance to, anyway.
“Take off your boxers.” You purr. He raises his hips without another thought, sliding the shorts from his body. As he looked at you, he noticed that you looked satisfied with the job he was doing. You began to slick your finger against your wetness again, slipping a single digit into your entrance. Ky whines lightly, resisting the urge to stroke his member.
He continued to moan and fuss while he watched you, feeling himself somehow near his release. He had never, ever been able to do cum without some sort of contact. “Baby, please? Fuck me.” With a nod, you agree, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. Handing it to him, he rolls it on with ease.
It took only seconds before you were on top of him, guiding his cock into you. You sank down, letting him fill you up. His breath was heavy, deep moans straining against his throat.
“Kyle?” You ask, easing yourself down all the way. “Do you get off on watching me?” He felt somehow ashamed when you asked him that, but still replied with a small nod. Satisfied with his response, you move your hands to grip the headboard, beginning to rise up. He lets out a throaty moan as you slide back down. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I know you do. I always know, Kyle.”
“I always think about you.” He whimpers. “I love thinking about your tight pussy sinking onto my cock, just like you’re doing right now. I can’t control myself when you do that. You always feel so good, and I want you so bad.” Another strangled sound escapes him as he tries to continue his sentence. “And I fuck you until you can’t feel your body anymore, until you scream my name so the entire house can hear who makes you feel that way. All of my brothers, shit, know you’re mine.”
Grinning, he thrusts up to meet your hips, knowing that it’ll take you by surprise. “Kyle!” You squeal, laughing lightly. The process repeated for a few more minutes until Kyle couldn’t take it any more. He squirmed in the blissful agony under your body, his beautiful face contorting into one much stranger. You came shortly after, but continued to ride him for the remainder of your rush.
Eventually, you dismounted him, rolling onto the now-messy bed. Kyle slides the condom off, tying it at the base and tossing it in the trash bin next to the bed. He lets out a small groan, rolling over towards you.
“God,” He laughs. “That was amazing.”
“Maybe I should be more dominant sometimes.” You roll over into his open arms with a big grin on your face, knowing that there’s going to be an even-better round two later.
‘ let me just make one thing clear… i have no clue what’s going on, ever, at any moment, at any point in time. who knows what’s going on? not me. not ever. ’ ‘ i would just like to publicly announce that i have no idea what i am doing ’ ‘ we came from the same star and we will come together again in the end ’ ‘ i have a ‘why am i like this’ moment at least five times a day ’ ‘ did i need it? no. did i buy it? yes. ’ ‘ the most dangerous game is resting your eyes after you turned off the alarm clock in the morning ’ ‘ petition for stars in the day time please??? ’ ‘ i love it when i wake up and stretch and something cracks. makes me feel like a glo-stick ’ ‘ drop whatever you’re doing right now and climb a tree ’ ‘ the most fucked up part of adult life is how you can just decide to do things ’ ‘ i’m a person who wants to do lots of things trapped inside a body that wants to SLEEP at all times ’ ‘ i’m so tired but i’ll probably be awake until 3 am for no reason ’ ‘ time to kick my own ass. bitch had it coming for too long ’ ‘ honestly ‘thanks i hate it’ is one of the funniest phrases in the english language ’ ‘ do you ever wonder how many people have loved you and never told you? ’ ‘ the internets one true talent is making me sick of things i’ve never seen or read or heard ’ ‘ i’m permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, i’m chill ’ ‘ all cracker barrels are dimensionally linked. you could walk into a cracker barrel in georgia and walk out of one in arkansas and feel nothing ’ ‘ ‘you look different with makeup’????? you think i’m buying shit for hundreds of dollars to just keep looking like my ugly self … ok ’ ‘ why did the fray go off so hard in ‘how to save a life’? ’ ‘ anyone else bummed they have 2 sleep alone tonight and uh not in some1s arms ’ ‘ not to be too controversial but i like it when people are nice ’ ‘ the sun has no business tapping out at the tender hour of 5pm bitch i have depression ’ ‘ i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm ’ ‘ what time do you need me? i am unavailable whenever that time is ’ ‘ look i may have made a few typos and committed a few murders but nobody’s perfect okay ’ ‘ i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself ’ ‘ i’m aiming for the “she’s a badass and cute as hell but i wouldn’t touch her without asking” look ’ ‘ haha if you’re bored you could kiss me idk just sayin ’ ‘ i see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. why is that. ’ ‘ 80s music wont solve all my life’s problems but it certainly distracts me from them ’ ‘ i cant believe what walkie talkies are called ’ ‘ some people think life is like a rollercoaster but my life is more like one of those rides that spin really fast so you’re pinned to the wall and can’t do anything about it ’ ‘ hey girl do you want to make a fragile human connection in the vast and unfeeling infinity of a chaotic universe ’ ‘ all these fuckboys but who is the fuckfather ’ ‘ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ’ ‘ do you have those people that you’d go anywhere with unconditionally, like they could say “lets go check out that dumpster” and you’d be like “im in” ’ ‘ nah sorry i cant go out tonight, i have plans to spiral into uncontrollable anxiety starting in the early evening and ending at roughly 3 am ’ ‘ me: queen of having had enough ’ ‘ she needs a hug (i’m she) ’ ‘ is it acceptable to start an essay with “listen here you little shit”? ’ ‘ 90% of my day is me being nervous ’ ‘ cons: i’m an asshole. pros: i’m your asshole. ’ ‘ give me 10 reasons why i shouldn’t just turn into a slug right now ’ ‘ are we gonna fuckn hold hands tonight or what bitch ’ ‘ dear soulmate, where the fuck are you ’ ‘ i’m so easily revitalized by small, loving gestures ’ ‘ i dont know what im feeling but there is a lot of it ’ ‘ let’s be friends with benefits. the benefits? you get to be friends with me ’ ‘ you ever just sit back and think like… yo… i really don’t care ’ ‘ im surprised no one has ever punched me in the face ’ ‘ what if mike was short for micycle ’ ‘ hey fellow regular kids what’s up ’ ‘ if u ever called me pretty i love you. ur pretty too ’ ‘ do you ever just ‘there’s probably something medically wrong with me but i’m just gonna ignore it and hope i don’t die’? ’ ‘ why did we stop building castles? i feel like humanity might live to regret that ’ ‘ i’ll never be as lazy as whoever named the fireplace ’ ‘ i am so glad you exist, even if you exist so far away from me ’ ‘ i can hold a wet bar of soap better than a conversation ’ ‘ she is beauty, she is grace, she got her feelings hurt 42 times today ’ ‘ 13 years of school and im still not sure if its ‘grey’ or ‘gray’ ’ ‘ hope u like bad girls because i’m bad at everything ’ ‘ got a problem with me? kiss me on the lips dude ’ ‘ too many songs about love. not enough songs about sword fights ’ ‘ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ’ ‘ i just did a tarot reading… it said ur a bitch ’ ‘ a good substitute for love and fulfillment? a crunchwrap supreme from taco bell ’ ‘ i fucked up? idk what you’re referring to but probably ’ ‘ *in a high-pitched mocking voice* “are you okay?” what the fuck. ’ ‘ how do u just….. not believe in aliens ’ ‘ a coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care ’ ‘ “you’re up early!” jokes on you i didn’t sleep at all and am in between energized and dying ’ ‘ dont wanna sound like a slut but i really need a hug right now ’ ‘ casual fan? no sorry i only know how to invest my whole livelihood into something and spend every waking moment thinking about said thing ’ ‘ i have a dozen hearts swirling around my head irl like that isnt a filter its permanent ’ ‘ i worry about you even when you say you’re fine ’ ‘ i will never hurt you. i will always stick by your side. i will always try to make you smile ’ ‘ true love: having to hold back your adorable, violent girlfriend to keep her from straight up murdering a dude ’ ‘ cute date idea: be nice to me ’ ‘ im so jealous of people who know what they want to do with their future i dont even know what t.v show to watch next ’ ‘ me? clingy? yes please don’t leave me ’ ‘ hey….,.,.. no offense but,,. i want someone to love and cherish me ’ ‘ i need someone to lay in bed with me for hours ’ ‘ dark hannah montana….. show me the worst of both worlds ’ ‘ someone has to say it: come on eileen is a fucking banger like that shit snaps,, a bop for the century ’ ‘ roses are red, i’m going to bed ’ ‘ bless netflix for creating the skip intro button honestly ’ ‘ they call me… 7 Knives. because that’s how many knives it takes me to cook things because i keep puttin em in the fuckin sink without thinking about it ’ ‘ i wanna burry my face in someone’s chest right now til i fall asleep and wake up 4 hours later just to find i’m still in their arms ’ ‘ the internet has ruined me honestly i’m numb to everything. it could be the end of the world and i’d be like “tag urself i’m the acid rain” ’ ‘ lately i have been…….dying to be in love…,..and that’s the mood sadly ’ ‘ not to be ns fw but i’d cry if someone kissed me on the cheek ’ ‘ sexting? nah. i’m into spexting. spooky texting. ever seen a ghost? hmu. ’ ‘ not to sound cocky as shit but i’m a fucking good person with a big heart and i deserve a lot more than the shitty hand life has dealt me this far ’ ‘ i say i love you a lot because i do ’ ‘ i’m sorry. i can’t come to the phone right now? why? oh. cause i hate talking on the phone please text me instead. ’ ‘ low on self esteem, so u run on mac & cheese ’ ‘ who’s gonna come lay with me in bed and let me wrap my legs and arms around u like a small bear ’ ‘ youre a coward if youre not on the way to my house right now to give me a kiss ’ ‘ my personality is like 90% the song i’m currently listening to ’ ‘ the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself ’ ‘ no offense @ life but can i have a breath.. a break… some slack… ’ ‘ the best kind of alcohol is a lot ’ ‘ 911 i hate to be “that guy” but i glued myself to the ceiling again ’ ‘ having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch ’
AHH thank you!!
I’m really bad about using smart correct ART terms for what I do lol so idk how useful any advice I give would be but
Main source of inspiration is just.. I really love colors lol. Colors make me SO HAPPY and I guess using more = more happy lmao, that’s why most of my stuff is so saturated.
As far as character palettes go, what I do is figure out 3-4 dominant colors that fit the character and then make every other color compliment those colors. For in-game characters I’ll eyeball the palette straight off the models and then alter each color so they work together a little better.
In Photoshop I put every color on it’s own separate layer and then mess with the sliders in Image>Adjustments>Hue/Saturation on each individual color until I like it. I might find one color I really like and alter the colors around it to compliment it.
90% of what I do is push those sliders around until I like what I see. \o/ If you do this enough you’ll start to passively learn what colors feel best together and against each other. I’ve been doing it for yeeears.
Sometimes even if I like a color it’s good to slide it around anyway to see if I can make a stronger or more interesting palette.
Most of my stuff is very saturated and rainbowy because I LIKE EVERY COLOR and every color can work together if you mess around with it enough lol
Design is important but the colors you use should be part of the story too. Color should always make you feel something because color speaks! Sometimes it’s very soft and sometimes it’s very loud, but it’s like the music that goes along with the narration. It sets the atmosphere of a piece.
I LOVE using limited palettes too, though. Limiting my colors to just 3-4 forces me to tell the story more clearly because I can’t rely on colors to make certain things obvious. Makes me think a lil different because layers and opacity can turn few colors into many.
I usually only use limited palettes for comic/storytelling stuff, otherwise I make everything rainbow lol COLOR MAKES ME SO HAPPY and I wanna share that happiness!
one of them has a really rough day and for some reason all they want to do is cuddle the other person but they haven’t done that before?? but it feels like a thing they should be doing.
one of them tries to cross a line they haven’t crossed before, like just something small. Hugging for a long time, a touch that lingers, a cute nickname. and it’s weird, right? and a little awkward? but it also feels really nice pls keep doing it.
eventually they start acting more cuddly and close in private and it’s not that weird anymore. it’s actually really nice. but hey? does this mean I get to kiss you too or is that a line we don’t cross idk man.
one of them calls the other one ‘babe’ in front of their friends and everyone’s like ???? what ?????
and they eventually have to dicuss it bc this last month has not been like the last couple of years and we really need to talk.
they have a really nice talk about it but now what? do we just kiss? do we go on a date? how do you do this?
their first kiss is so awkward because they don’t know how to do this.
and at first their friends are very worried because what if it doesn’t work out? everything has changed? and of course they’re happy for them but it’s also so risky.
and even though it’s a little awkward at first it does work out, because they actually fit pretty perfectly once they get the hang of it.
I didn’t know how much I needed a Jester hat until we had it sewn.
I have to admit I have no idea what I’m doing becuase I’ve never sent fan art to anyone before and this isn’t technically fanart. But… I figured out what I wanted to be for Halloween, and that was my favorite character, the one I wish I’d been clever enough to come up with.
Really, the Princess and the Jester is my favorite story pretty much ever, and I’ve learned a lot about how to draw simply by looking at your art. I wore it to a party, and didn’t talk once the entire time. I even got to wear it to work on Halloween, and I plan to wear it to a renaissance festival soon.
I’ve got to thank you for your wonderful stories, the amazing ongoing plot of TPoH, and especially the Duck Doodle Comics. Its all amazing, and inspired me towards something I’d like to do one day (write comics, that is.) My art needs major improvement, but practice makes perfect, after all, and your style and work has always impressed me to no end.
I’m going to hope there isn’t a character limit and ask two questions as well, as I’m not sure where else to ask them. Is Clip going to be continued eventually?
And, might you ever do a story on how the Jester came to his job and met the princess? Becuase if not, I may very well someday try my hand at a small fancomic, becuase the story behind those two is something that will stay with me for a long time :)
Thank you again for all the work and love you put into your art. Its shaped at least a little of who I am today!
idk just thinking about 20 year old phil, still in uni, uncertain about his life and what the right path for him is, wishing he could be more confident and put himself out there more, sitting in his room, writing a letter to his 30 year old self, asking such nice, down to earth questions like “do you live in manchester?” or “do you still keep in touch with your friends?” not knowing what an amazing life awaits him, how many people he’s going to influence, how many incredible things he’s going to do, how many people he’s going to help and how special he is going to be to so many people around the world, makes me so emotional :’0
nct dream reaction to your cousin trying to flirt with them
request: Hilo~Can I request a reaction with NCT dream, where your cousin is flirting with them a lot when you’re not around, and insulting you and stuff. To try to get them to cheat. But they’re not having it
a/n: my first reaction request!! i hope it did it well lol idk how to format these,,
AOKI!!!!! I had a random burst of enthusiasm last night and it wore down a lot cause I obviously had to sleep but do you have any side ocs (that aren't related to the comic or are already revealed) that you would be willing to talk about??? Also I don't wanna devalue the phrase but your art is still fuckjng astounding as always, keep up the great work dude!!!💙💜💜💜💙💙💙💜💙💜💙💜💙
Oh my goodness, thank you! You’re so kind!
I have too many side characters that aren’t related to the comic (both human and splatoon ;; ), but there are just a few I really wanted to bring up more, but no idea how. Here are some brief info on them!
the first is Damien’s boyfriend… I thought about him before I even thought of Damien kdjfksdjfks.. He still doesn’t have a name tho. I just call him big brows
He was originally Eli’s little brother. In a long, sketched out comic I didn’t finish, I went into Eli and Zeno’s childhood a bit. They lived with their mom in an apartment above the mom’s salon.
Honestly, I was a little indecisive if I wanted to keep Zeno as Eli’s little brother?? I drew Naoki (the blue and white octoling) while playing with that idea that they were two separate characters that didnt know Emilio or Rocco. But, Zeno looks so similar to Eli that I couldn’t completely throw away that idea.
Speaking of Eli…
GOD I WANTED TO GET INTO THEIR STORY WAY MORE THAN I DIIIDDDD!!! There is so much about them that I wanted to go over and build up! But it would’ve been WAY too long. I sketched out some scenes and wow, it was waaaayyy too much.
Anyway, their relationship was very important to the story. Eli and Emilio’s relationship is actually the reason why Trent became so terrible towards Emilio. This was something I wanted to touch on in the most recent chapter, “Memories”, but it ended up being too long as I said. I hope I can go into it sometime!! I think it helps explain Emilio’s character.
There is plenty more (especially related to Rocco) but some will be revealed later or just doodles. Thank you for your ask!! This was fun!
Personally the reason I love Zelink is because I find the “lovers who are reborn over and over again and keep getting separated with each new life but somehow always finding each other again” a really great ass concept that’s extremely sad yet touching and it’s even more angsty™ when you consider that sometimes they don’t even get to be together in the end (take Time Link in the child timeline for example).
And then theres those moments where they sometimes vaguely remember something about each other. Like that time when Zelda in oot recognized Link’s name and that part in Hyrule Warriors where they lock eyes for the first time and you could clearly see that they felt something and I just UUUUUGGGGHHHH IT’S SO GREAT.
idk maybe people don’t like the ship because of how often Zelda gets falsely portrayed as some damsel in distress who needs to be saved by her man™ by fans (which she’s really not, she’s actually incredibly clever and self-sacrificing) and I can see how that would make the ship look boring, generic, and deteriorating rather than epic, tragic, and poetic like how I see it. Also some of the fans can sometimes get annoying for no reason sometimes.
Y’know usually I don’t have the energy to care about people using OCD as an adjective to describe themselves when they like things neat and orderly and don’t actually have OCD, but today I literally had to call out of work because I saw a mouse in my room and I felt physically ill with anxiety and I haven’t left my bed for the past 8 hours because of it. Walking five minutes between the train station and my house is exhausting because of the specific sidewalk cracks I have to step on. I had a meltdown in the grocery store last week because I noticed a dirty napkin in my grocery cart, after I had already placed (packaged and sealed) food inside of it because I was worried I was going to die from eating the food that the napkin had touched, and I couldn’t put the food back because then it would kill other people.
I can’t remember the last time I went more than 5 minutes without feeling the need to perform a compulsion or encountering an intrusive thought. I’ve found it easier to just say “lmfao I’m just crazy” when people see me performing a ritual/compulsion because it’s easier to write off that way as a joke, then trying to actually explain what OCD is and how it works.
So, idk. Maybe don’t say you’re ‘so OCD’ when you don’t have OCD. Because it is absolutely ruining my life, and if even a fraction of the stigma around it was removed or lessened, it would be that much easier.