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I don't know what possessed me to sit for 4 hours straight, drawing tiny squares, flowers, and circles, but here we are.

They have my heart 💛

This was beautiful and I need you to NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN, please do it again I want to be tortured.

💔 for Orion. >)

💔 - A heartbreak

Orion walked fast through the sparkling walls of a temple of the Veron Mystics. He wanted to leave the place as soon as he could. The cold air hit him on the face as he opened the heavy metal door and walked outside. He supposed it was nighttime already, but it was hard to tell. The skies in Koraladol were always clear by the reflection of the gems of the planet.   

Of course, he didn’t have time to look at the sky or anything. The black monkey just was desperate to find an exit of this damned planet. And he knew he had to be fast, because if he didn’t she would– 

“Orion!”

Well, it didn’t matter anymore. 

He refused to turn his back to the female voice that called out to him and kept walking. He only stopped when she grabbed him by the arm.

“Orion! I’m talking to you!” Althea exclaimed, gasping in between, as she ran to reach him. “Where are you going at a time like this?”

The black monkey didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

“… Are you really leaving us?” The white monkey mumbled softly… almost apprehensive . That didn’t last long, as the rage suddenly fired up inside her. 

“Are you out of your mind!? We’re supposed to be a team! What’s if something happens?– You’re our main attack strength! Without you, we’re done for!” 

“Like it matters!” Orion finally replied, turning back to her and pulling her hand away from him. He was clearly infuriated. “Nothing ever happens here! I’m tired of all this— Pretending we’re some kind of heroes or something like that!– We’re nothing but a joke!”  

A moment of awkward silence surrounded them. Both of them were aware of their situation, but they never really addressed it before.

“Still…” Althea said, calming herself as she broke the silence. “I have the duty to protect my team.” “I’m not stopping you.” Orion replied, gritting his teeth as he spoke. “Do as you please.”

He turned around and started to walk away again, only to be held back by her once more. This time, her grip was soft. 

“That means you too… I need to protect you as well…” She said, unsure of what her voice tone was trying to tell him. 

“I don’t need your protection.” He answered, coldly. “Also, I couldn’t care any less about this team facade we’ve been holding up until now.”   

“And what about me?” She interrupted him. Orion glanced quickly at her, she seemed really uneasy. “…Don’t you care about me?”   

He felt a shiver. Whether was hers or his… he didn’t know. So far, he has never seen her like this. Orion knew that she had her own insecurities, but she didn’t let it show. But now, she seemed so scared… so helpless.   

“Please, don’t go…” Althea insisted, trying her best to keep the composure. “You know I can’t do this without you.” Her grip tightened around his wrist. 

And for a moment, Orion doubted. He was about to lose all he knew up until now, and even if he never felt he belonged there…Was it really worth it to risk it all now? 

Was it really alright to ignore what he felt for her until now?

“…” Orion stood quiet for a few minutes that felt like hours. “… That is not my problem anymore.” He replied coldly, as he pulled away from her and walked away. 

The black monkey didn’t look back and she didn’t try to stop him again. He felt his chest heavy, but that wasn’t going to make him go back. Back then, he was sure that it was the best choice to make.

If he knew that that would be the last time he would saw her, he might have looked back…   

[9:23pm] ー 제이

warnings: making out, suggestive narrative (kinda??)

@entypens @softforyeonjun @jakeysim 👀

“are you sure nobody can see us?”

you were not opposed to taking risks. in fact, you considered yourself a risk taker, especially when paired with your oh-so-lovely boyfriend, jay park. but as you sat in the backseat of his car, stradding his waist, you couldn’t help but feel heat rush to your face as you looked around, your eyes constantly searching for the presence of a stranger.

it wasn’t often that you made out, not often at all because of one; both your and jay’s schedule, and two; your parents. your parents hated him, as cliche as it may sound- with his ‘expensive mustang and bad boy tendencies’ (as your parents described him). he wasn’t the type of boyfriend your parents had hoped for.

their hatred for the boy led to this moment, in the dimly lit back of a parking lot belonging to a closed chuck-e-cheese. it wasn’t the ideal make out spot, especially with an extremely terrifying mouse sporting green and purple clothes staring you down with every move you make, but it was the only place not populated.

“baby, the whole area is closed down because of the curfew,” he sighed, his thumb rubbing circles against your clothed thigh. time was running out and he wanted nothing more to have his lips against yours. “plus i have tinted windows, no one’s gonna see us.”

you let out a quiet sigh, swallowing harshly as you looked around once more, finally convinced, “okay.”

he took notice of your stiff figure, placing his hand on your chest when you leaned forward hestitantly, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to anymore. the theaters right down th-“

“jay?” you interrupted, hand on his as you moved it away from you. he hummed, eyes burning into yours, “please, just shut up and kiss me.”

and so he did, wasting no time pressing his lips to yours.

the kiss started off slow and you found yourself relaxing to his touch, lips molding together like they were a match made in heaven. and then the intensity set in. his tongue delved inside of your mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced in the few times you had done this.

you suddenly understood why people describe kissing the way that they do.

your fingers gripped jay’s hair, pulling him closer. you had never craved him like this before. he found himself leaning further against the seat, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer (as if that was even possible). his lips tasted like honey, you couldn’t help but think.

his hands traveled everywhere, and it didn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of yours, you wanted jay closer, closer and closer. but you could only wish, as the blaring of your ringtone left you jumping back, startling both yourself and your boyfriend.

your breaths were ragged as you searched for your phone, which was propped in the cup holder of the front seat. you cursed under your breath at a single glance of the dimly lit screen, “it’s my mom.”

jay couldn’t hide his frustration as he ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh as his head fell back onto the seat, “convenient timing, huh?”

“yeah.” you gave him a sympathetic smile, your hand reaching to rub his shoulder. you carefully watched his expression at your next words.

“can you take me home though? she’s gonna kill me.”

Prepare for trouble,

And make it double.

hello stickmin community

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Kinda run out of steam in the end, but I wanted to get this idea out of my head. @frozenjokes cubscar(ian) is living rent free on my brain.

my take on the "Drawing other Hornets" because I am incapable of being serious unu

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bonus: what theyre looking at

Hopping onto the hornetpocalypse :D better late than never

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May 11 | Prompt: Secret

It’s no secret. Well, okay, maybe to most it’s a secret. But to John, it isn’t. 

It’s no secret Sherlock likes the name love. Or darling. Or really, any other pet name John gives him when intimate. 

John has always been fond of pet names. In previous relationships, he’s used it casually and his girlfriends seemed to be keen on it. Sherlock, however, has a reaction John would have never guessed.

John discovers it when they first get together. Days after their confession, they’re practically inseparable. After a long and tiring case, Sherlock is just about to lay on John’s chest like he always does on afternoons like this when John says, “Actually, love, you mind handing me my book that’s on my chair?”

And Sherlock stops dead in his tracks. Dead. John wonders if he’s okay, if he’s even capable of breathing. He stares at John, his cheeks flushing crimson. Once he regains his mental stability, he nods and goes to the other end of the room to get John’s book. John’s still eyeing him with concern when Sherlock comes back to hand him the hardcover. 

“You alright?” John asks. 

Sherlock nods curtly. “Yes, fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Do I not look it?”

John huffs a laugh. “No, you look…fine. Just…” John nods his head in a gesture. “Come lay down,” he suggests, not liking Sherlock so far away. 

Sherlock seems to calm at the request and he practically pounces atop John, nuzzling his face into the blogger’s neck with a long sigh. John holds a grin as he props the book on Sherlock’s back, pretending to read. But in truth, he’s thinking of Sherlock’s reaction, silently pleased with his new discovery. 

He decides to experiment. While Sherlock is sitting on one of the high chairs at the kitchen table, inspecting whatever form of scientific specimen he’s interested in at the moment through his microscope, John comes toward him and soothes a hand down his back. Sherlock doesn’t have an outward reaction, but John can sense the shiver that crawls through him. 

“I really am quite busy, John,” Sherlock says, not looking up.

“Mm, sorry, darling. Missed you, is all.”

And that’s when Sherlock freezes. Everything goes still. Usually, Sherlock would respond with a scolding statement to not be so sentimental and that they’d just gone out for lunch at Angelos. But he doesn’t say anything, only peers up and looks John in the eye. John grins, squeezing the back of his neck fondly. 

“But I won’t disturb you,” John says, and he catches the look of disappointment in Sherlock’s eyes. “Was gonna go down to Tescos anyway.”

Sherlock nods dumbly. 

John pecks a kiss to the limp detective’s lips, then heads off with a winning smile. That’s interesting. 

The third time is the final conclusion. Though, it isn’t as fun. Frankly, John has been careful with this use of pet names, just in case he finds a time when Sherlock truly doesn’t like it. But this situation proves the point that any time is a good time. 

Sherlock has just had an outburst in front of all members of Lestrade’s group. Anderson ticked him off by saying something idiotic, as always, but it was during the brink of a case. A case that Sherlock can’t wrap his head around and is losing himself quickly to. Sherlock stormed off to the break room, ignoring the stares. Lestrade gave John a nod to follow him and after sending a deadly glare to Anderson, John did. 

John finds him pacing, hands on his hips, and muttering to himself. When Sherlock sees John, he waves a hand. 

“Go away, I don’t want to talk,” Sherlock sneers. 

“You don’t have to,” John says. “I’m just here to check on you.”

“This is stupid,” Sherlock hisses, continuing to pace. “Anderson always knows how to open his mouth and say something that’s equivalent to a meaningless pit. He doesn’t know what he’s blabbering about, and I can–will, I will solve this case.”

“Sherlock–”

“It’s ridiculous how brainless he can be, and he acts like he is capable of making valid points when he only knows how to spit out jabs. He acts like he can solve a case when he’s proved his idiocy numerous times.”

“Sherlock.”

“I will solve this,” Sherlock repeats, voice cracking. “I’ve already planned out the potential coordinates of where the perpetrator may be, and I want to see the look on Anderson’s face when I–”

“Love.” John doesn’t know when he stepped forward to get into Sherlock’s line of touch, but he does and he cups the detective’s face to calm him. Sherlock stops his rant and clicks his mouth shut, staring at John with wide eyes. “Take deep breaths. Follow my breathing, hm?”

Sherlock does, and John sees his chest moving up and down in slower movements.

“Just focus on me,” John whispers, bringing Sherlock close and rubbing his thumbs across his cheekbones. “Don’t waste your time on him when you have me here.” John sighs, running a finger over Sherlock’s bottom lip. Sherlock’s eyes turn glassy. “You are the most brilliant man I know,” he continues. “You’re right. Everything Anderson says is absolute bullshit. So, I don’t want you worrying about whatever he says, do you hear me? You are intelligent and smarter than everyone in this building combined and you will solve this case with a leveled head.”

Sherlock’s jaw juts, and he releases a shaky breath through his nose. “But what if I don’t? What if–”

“None of that,” John interrupts. “Sherlock, you will solve this. And I will help you and make sure you eat and rest, because my god, you’ve been all over the place for the past week and I’ve had enough of it. We’re going home and I’m taking you to bed.” John leans up to kiss him softly, not giving a damn if the break room door is open. This is necessary. When John pulls away, their breaths intertwine. “I don’t like seeing you so overstimulated, darling. And you know I leave you to your work, but this has gone too far. I won’t let it get this far again, I promise.”

“John–”

“No,” John says softly. “Let me take care of you.”

Sherlock seems hesitant, but John can see it in his eyes that he wants it, he wants to be taken care of because, for some bizarre reason, no one has done it properly before. That’s going to stop. 

“Alright,” Sherlock whispers. 

“Okay,” John agrees. He takes his hand. “Let’s go out the back.”

Once they’re home, John does as he says. He makes sure Sherlock changes into pajamas and he cuddles up to John in bed. Even if John knows he won’t sleep properly (he simply can’t when a case is going on), he at least holds Sherlock tight, allowing him to slip in and out of consciousness.

 It’s not a secret any longer that Sherlock likes the names. Not just the names but the caring part, too. He likes this new feeling of adoration that John gives, the odd sensation of feeling relaxed in his lover’s arms as he’s stressing about every little thing in the world. And John is more than happy to provide strong embraces and reassuring kisses and occasional pet names when needed if it means that Sherlock can finally get the full experience of what it’s like to be loved. 

Prompt by @calaisreno !!

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