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rose-lunaire · 1 year

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Hi!! How you think Hannibal and Will (separate) in a situation where the reader is a nurse and for some reason she finds with them and both falls madly in love with her? Like they follow her, admired her and simply adore her??

brace yourselves, ‘cause it’s gonna be a long one! thank you so much for this idea, i had a great time writing this, enjoy <3

pairing: wiill graham x reader, hannibal lecter x reader

warnings: stalking themes, a lot of blood and inaccurate medical descriptions

(Y/B/T - your blood type)

hannibal lecter

it was a really nasty case, bodies carelessly abandoned in a forest, like a beast haven’t finished feasting on them

by the time hannibal and will arrived, it had already turned into a bloodbath

the culprit, ambushed in his agony, shot at the fbis weakest link: the two consultants

the older man suffered a concussion and wills leg was repeatedly pierced by bullets

it was jack who rushed the to the hospital, knowing damn well it would take hours for any ambulance to arrive

hannibal kept insisting he’s fine, but the policeman was having none of it

he collapsed on the hospital floor

the man woke up to the rhythmic sounds of the operational room: monotone beeping, a clock idly signaling its presence

“you gave us quite the scare, doctor lecter”

a soft timbre brought his closer to consciousness, but an excruciating headache soon followed

torn between slumber and awareness, he groaned quietly

“doctor lecter? can you hear me, doctor lecter?”

the voice soothed his aching body, poured life and yearning into his soul

he squinted his eyes, as from a blur of white light came to life an angel

hair of raphael’s venus, rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes worthy of rubens’s paintbrush, steady and powerful pose of velasquez’s infants

they were perfect like doryphoros or artemis of versailles, sculpted by apollonius himself

the stoic warmth radiating from their eyes couldn’t compare to debussy’s finest works

hannibal felt the sudden urge to take this light with him and never let go

to protect and worship it like gods of ancient times

his killings are not in vain, they are a token of adoration, a promise for a better world

for them

for so the angel wouldn’t have to suffer existing in between such impure souls

he’s always on the lookout for any people in their environment who might have foul intentions

he’s eternally great full to have met them and shows his feelings in subtle ways, like leaving home-cooked meals for them, a note full of gratitude always attached to the gift

he once used his connections to move them to a different department, so that they wouldn’t have to work so hard

they’re his muse, his god(ddes) and he’s just a lowly apostle

he wouldn’t dare bring them into his world, it was too cruel, too dangerous for such a radiant creature

but believe me, he’s always there, a loyal knight guarding their safety and happiness

will graham

he was losing a lot of blood

one of the bullets came through his leg, cutting through his aorta and no amount of pressure could stop the bleeding

his mind was getting fuzzy, but still stuck in painful awareness

he remembered having been sat on a bed, the sting of a needle and helplessness in the voice of a surgeon

“we don’t have enough type y/b/t blood for the operation”

as the anesthesia was wearing out, will felt an unfamiliar presence next to him

calm and unsuspecting, a nurse was sleeping in the corner of the operation room

he finds himself attached to a blood transfusion set

will rested his head in his hands, tired and almost ashamed

the nurse had their sleeve harshly tugged on the forearm with a welt straining their delicate skin

he perceives himself as repulsive and unworthy, yet they gave up their own blood without any hesitation

he’s deeply moved by their dedication

he can’t seem to draw his eyes away

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to stare” - he panicked

“don’t worry about it”

they were graceful even in exhaustion, it send chills down wills spine

maybe it was a crease they a smile painted on their face or the eyes scrunched in kindness and warmth, he didn’t know but in that moment he fell in love

he would ask a million questions about the equipment and the surgery, then their daily life and work

it brought him peace and reassurance and the conversation seemed to flow naturally for hours

after he left the hospital, he often called them

a confusing wound? he calls. a drug found on the scene? he calls. hannibal is hosting a dinner party? he calls every time

his heart is desperate for closure and they provided it, never asking questions, just being there for him

there was one time when a dog got severe diarrhea and vomited a lot, and will was scared it may be parvo or other dangerous dog disease

he called almost immediately, for help and comfort of his favorite person

after this incident he became paranoid when they weren’t around, so he does everything in his power to keep them at arms length

will means no harm, but he simply can’t imagine his life without them

#hannibal x reader #hannibal imagine #nbc hannibal #will graham #will graham x reader #murder husbands #yandere hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal reactions #bedelia du maurier #hannibal preferences #hannibal headcanons #hannibal fluff #hannibal #mads mikkelsen

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maxillness · 4 months

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Secret Love Song || LH44 x Russell!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age-gap, degrading kink, praise kink, sub!lewis

Wordcount: 1.4k

“Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby” He moaned from above her. His hands were tangled in her hair as his back was pushed up against the door of his drivers room

“Your lips feel so good around me” He couldn’t stop praising her, even though he knew she was gonna be in charge when they got to her place after the race later

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this; saliva dripping down your chin, red cheeks, my cock in your mouth” His body was starting to sweat as he twitched in her mouth

“Just like that. Fucking hell, I’m gonna-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he shot his hot loath down her throat

She stood up as she swallowed his cum. He zipped his trousers back up before kissing her tenderly “I’m gonna return the favour when we get to your place after the race, okay love?”

“If you win” She kissed his cheek before leaving the room. They both managed to get back to the others without being seen leaving his drivers room

“Where were you?” George asked her with a hint of concern in his voice

“I was just at the bathroom, no need to worry your pants” She chuckled as she walked over to him

“I’m just looking out for you” He said with soft eyes

“George, I’m 20, you don’t need to look out for me anymore” He had always protected her through out their childhood, he was worse then their parents

“You’re right. I’m sorry”

Normally after her and Lewis had fucked or she would have sucked him off, they would be clingy with each other. Her lips would be all over him. On his lips, cheek, neck, throat, chest, stomach, anywhere they could be, they would be

But they couldn’t this time. Nobody knew they were together, and god forbid they ever told anyone, her brother would absolutely destroy him, both on and outside the track

I wanna kiss you so bad rn

She heard the ping of the message she had sent across the garage. She looked over to Lewis who had picked up his phone. He looked over at her before typing

I want to kiss you too love, but you know we can’t <3

She knew it was true, but what if they fucked with the rules? What if they stood in the corner and it was just a little peck before going back to talk to people they were talking to before

Win the race and my lips will be all over you ;)

She smiled as she sent the text. She looked over at Lewis who was blushing hard. He was talking with Bono who looked confused at him

She could hear their conversation, but she guessed Lewis’ excuse for his slightly red cheeks would be something like it was hot in the garage

It gave her some kind of rush, knowing she was the only one to draw this kind of reaction out of him

It also made her folds wet, but she would never dare to tell him that

She spend the rest of the day in the garage, sending him texts with either different kinds of praises, promises to fuck him when he wins, or wishes about the two of them

You’re always doing so good for me

You better do good on the track, Hamilton

I’m gonna fuck you dumb when you win

I’m gonna fuck your brains out

I wish you could hold me in your arms

I wish you could kiss me before your race

Every time she sent a text, she looked over at Lewis who would just blush harder every time, if that was even possible

Her brother had questioned her multiple times who she was texting, but she would always say it was one of her friends

Like wise did he ask Lewis, who said it was either his parents, his neighbour who was sitting Roscoe, or one of his friends

Stop sending me all those text love

Why? I can see you like them <3

She looked over at him, eyes went down to his slight boner in his trousers

You drive me crazy woman

At least I fuck as good as I drive you crazy ;)

He won the race, of course. I mean, if he hadn’t my won, maybe he wouldn’t get to fuck his teammates sister

“You need a lift home?” George asked her

“No thanks, George” She didn’t give him a reason why, but he brushed it off like he was used to it

“You did so good, baby” Her hand was on his inner thigh as he drove them to her apartment. His breath was heavier as her handed hockey closer to the place where he needed her the most

“Thank you, love” He said, his words almost getting caught in his throat. Her hand started stroking his thigh, making him harder by every stroke

They had barely entered the apartment when Lewis was all over her. His hands on her waist, pulled close to him as his lips were on hers and her hands were on his ass, squeezing him every so often

“Fuck, I want to return the favour, love” His lips traveled over to her jaw

“Then get to the bedroom, Lew” Her hands traveled him to stroke his sides

“No, I want you now” He backed her back so her ass hit the dinning table “Please” His hands went to the back of her thighs, lifting her up on the table

“Lewis, we should go to the bedroom” He had already gone to his knees as she spoke

He didn’t listen to her words, he instead proceeded to pull her closer to the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt up, giving him access to pull down her panties as she bucked her hips

She gave in, and let him do what he wanted to her. He threw her panties the floor beside them before spreading her knees, giving him more access to her cunt

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder before darting his tongue out to lick through her folds

She moaned at the contact between his tongue and her clit. He flicked over it with his tongue as he entered her with on of his fingers

As her moans started getting loud, he inserted another finger “What wouldn’t your teammate think, huh? If he knew how you fuck his little sister” He hummed at her words giving her extra pleasure

She bucked her hips into his face, grinding on his tongue she came close to her orgasm “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good for me” Hs Eleanor’s her head back, rolling her eyes into the back of her head “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, and she came around his fingers. He rode out her high before pulling out of her and standing up

She got to the ground “The bedroom, Lew” He kissed her quick before going to the bedroom

She chuckled at his eagerness. She walked into the bedroom, seeing him already stripped naked and laid on the bed

“Good. You’re already ready for me” She smirked as she walked over to him

“I’m always ready for you, love” He said pulling her into his lap. She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She threw them both to the floor

She spit in her hand, and started stroking him slow. She lined herself up with his cock, slowly pushing him in making them both moan

“Fuck, you always fill me up so good, Lew” She smirked as she started moving. She loved hearing his moans and whimpers coming from him

“You sound so pretty” She kept praising him as he started bucking his hips up into her, meeting her thrusts

He gripped her hips tighter, slamming her down onto him. Both their moans were loud and heavy as they came closer to their orgasms

“You feel so good around me. Fuck, love. I fucking love you” He spoke between his moans “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, fuck, please”

Her fingers went to her clit, circling it between her fingers. Her actions pushed her closer to her orgasm

“Cum for me, baby” He came into her, holding her down onto him. Him coming into her, sent her over the edge, coming around him for the second time today

She pulled off of him, going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean them both up. She laid down beside him, scooting close into him under the duvet

“I love you” He sighed holding her close kissing her forehead

“I love you too” She kissed his chest laying down hearing his heartbeat

#smut #dom!reader #formula one #lewis hamilton #Lewis Hamilton smut #Lewis Hamilton x reader #Lewis Hamilton x reader smut #Spotify #sub!lewis hamilton

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zinzabee · 4 months

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A Message for the RotTMNT Fans

For everyone who is afraid of drawing Rise Raph because of his large body type and proportions, I am here to give you this message: I promise you, I would much rather see you try your best effort and it look a little wonky than for you to exclude him entirely from your art and doodles.

The reason I am able to draw Raph as well as I am right now is because I learned how to draw fat/muscular/chubby body anatomy in my early art career. But it's really never too late to start practicing! I encourage you, I implore you even, to take a few small steps out of your comfort zone for a bit and see where it takes you. If you want to draw him (or any favorite character from a piece of media you love, really) but are intimidated because of their size being abnormal from the thin/skinny, I want you to know that it's okay to be scared. What's not okay is giving up, quitting, or not even trying to attempt their bigger proportions at all. Because then that will bleed over into the rest of your art style/mentality, and there are aspects of your art that you may never improve on because of that. You don't know until you try.

I know it may feel awkward at first, and you may be intimidated by the pressure of getting it right, less anyone make fun of you or you get caught by peers or non-artists and be judged. Trust me, I know. I have been there! It's not a pleasant experience. But if you want to get better as an artist, you need to learn different body types. You need to unlearn the internal fatphobia that society has ingrained into your brain. You need to free yourself and allow yourself to make mistakes as you learn and practice to get better.

Raph is such a wonderful character and he deserves just as much love as all the other brothers, but I've talked to so many artists who all repeat the same thing; "He's so hard to draw." "I can't get his shapes quite right." "I don't draw him that much because I'm intimidated." You are 100% valid for these feelings, I promise. But I think it's for these reasons that you should draw him anyway, and learn his shapes, and learn to draw larger bodies and bigger muscles, because it helps you grow as an artist. And besides that, representation matters. I know there's plenty of fans out there who would love to see more representation like Raph.

So go for it. Even if you're scared. Even if you're unsure. Give yourself a little grace if you wanna draw that big lovable turtle, and do your best. And when it comes down to it, I bet that if he was real and you showed it to him, he'd love it and appreciate the effort no matter what. <3

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #fatphobia #fat positvity #I mean this all in a very positive and encouraging tone #I don't want it to come off like I'm being mean or pointing fingers #but I notice Raph doesn't get as much fanart as the other three #and I understand it might be because of his proportions and body type #so idk I just want the younger artists to know that its okay to experiment and try #also kind of saying this in light of a really popular artist of a popular show recently admitting she is scared of drawing larger body type #and it reflecting heavily in her art style and character design #and if you know then you know

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deacblues · 4 months

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In your opinion, what makes a good spider-variant design? I'm trying to avoid the pitfall of "bunch of normal ass clothes over the suit" I typically see, but also struggling to come up with anything that's clearly a spider-man when you look at it and doesn't confuse with peter parker's spider-man

That's a good question! So good that I'm going to bust out the proper capitalization and everything.

I'll give you a freebie right off the bat, because this is probably going to be a long post: one easy way to distinguish your character from Peter Parker is to draw them with a different body type. That way, even if their costume was similar to Peter's, it would obviously not be him.

Now, before getting into what I think makes a good Spider-Man design, I feel obligated to speak on what makes a good superhero design. Namely: Keep it simple, stupid! The best superhero costumes are pretty easy to draw, probably because they were designed to be drawn a million times by a million different artists. These costumes are simple enough that they can reduced to bands of colour and stay recognizable.

I promise that keeping your design simple will undoubtedly make it better-- or at least more superheroic, because this applies to Spider-Man, too!

Onto making a Spider-Man costume that is recognizably Spider-Man, but clearly not Peter Parker's. Obviously this costume is going to look different than Peter's classic costume, so we could start by figuring out what about that costume we can change. Thankfully, they already stripped Spider-Man down to the essentials in 1984.

Mike Zeck's black costume identifies these necessary elements of Spider-Man's costume:

Those luchador eyes

The front and back spider emblem

Form-fitting tights

The rest of the costume (the segmented colours, the web pattern, etc.) are basically fine for you to ignore or change at your leisure. Okay, maybe not... you could just draw Green Lantern and put a spider on his chest and back, and that probably wouldn't make for a great Spider-Man. But it's a place to start, at least. As long as you're putting serious thought into this costume, though, you should be able to ignore pitfalls like that.

Hey, speaking of thought, I thought I should cover some of those extraneous details Ditko included in his iconic Spider-Man design! Namely the way he chose to segment the reds and blues, he actually put loads of thought into it:

Namely, the high-rise gloves and boots help Peter's costume remain invisible beneath his civvies. I actually think these logistics are important to consider when designing a Spider-Man costume (or really any costume).

Anon mentions the "bunch of normal ass clothes over the suit" trend in spider-design in their ask, which I was happy to see because it means I can talk about something that really bugs me about recent Spider-Man stuff: How does Spider-Man stick to walls through regular shoes? No, seriously? Think about it for a second! When Miles wears Jordans over his Spider-Man costume and tries to stick his feet to a wall, wouldn't his feet just stick to his shoes instead?

Ditko rationalized this by deciding that Spider-Man can stick to walls through thin fabrics, but that rule has basically been forgotten. Despite how I sound, I'm mostly fine with this change (this is a textbook 'rule of cool' case), but these kinds of things are worth thinking about.

In that vein, keep in mind that Spider-Man's superpowers really lend themselves to acrobatics. Your spider-character probably shouldn't be wearing a suit of armour, or something that would greatly restrict their movement or sticking ability. That's why I labelled "Form-fitting tights" as a necessary characteristic of a Spider-Man costume earlier on in this post.

Before I wrap this up, one more thing you can try doing if you're stumped is looking at real life for inspiration. Whether that's going back to the old strongman outfits that gave way to the original superhero costumes, looking at modern day equivalent athletic wear, or even looking at actual fashion (as long as you're not just putting that fashion over the suit), there's bound to be something that could give you ideas.

#spider-man #peter parker #costume design #questioning #tumblr keeps fucking my post formatting

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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—𓆩[in our next life || VII]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.9K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || smut || mentions of past prostitution || trauma with being clean || not feeling 'clean' || Finnick not feeling enough & promising he'll do better || mentions of the age difference || playful banter || unprotected sex || creampie

The rest of the games flew by. You don’t even remember being lifted by a crane into the sky, but you do remember being hooked up to countless machines as someone holds your hand. When you opened your eyes, you stared up at the gray skies that were too metallic for your taste.

You look around, eyes hazy until you see the sleeping form of Finnick next to you. He laid head down on the metal bed, hand in yours as he softly snores away. Finnick always had a way of sleeping away his worries, which often led to a messed up sleep schedule until you forced him to go to bed at a certain time and made him wake up.

“Finnick?” You mumble, slowly attempting to sit up before your head begins to pound.

The attempt to sit up pulled your hand out from his, Finnick quickly sitting up as his only sense of comfort was pulled away from him. “Darling don’t, don’t try to sit up, you’re on medicine and fluids and shit-”

“Where are we?” You asked, looking around as you ignored his warning and sat up. “Finnick, where are we?”

He shook his head, stroking your hair. “Don’t worry. Don’t worry at all, darling, we’re safe. I’m going to keep you safe.”

You shook your head, pushing him away. “Finnick, you always promised me no secrets, don’t start now.”

He inhaled deeply as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m going to keep you safe no matter what. We’re going to District 13.”

Your brow ruffled, maybe you were dead. “District 13? District 13 is gone-”

“You’ll see.” He says quickly, kissing your head again. “You’ll see. I promise.”

You inhaled as you grabbed his wrists, leaning into him before looking up at him. “Finnick, are we done? Is it over?”

He inhaled, nodding. “Yes. Yes darling, it’s done. It’s over, I promise.”

It didn’t take long for you both to get to District 13, hands rubbing against your sides as he laid in bed with you. Your limbs were tangled into each other, his hands gently rubbing against your sides as you pressed your lips to his cheeks. There was no sex, not tonight. It was just touching, holding, worshiping each other's bodies as his lips pressed to yours. “You feeling okay?”

You nodded. You were a little nauseous coming out of the games, but not anything you were too worried about. You had found out that Peeta and Johanna were taken by the Capitol, and as much as you felt concerned and bad for them, you didn’t care as much as you wanted to. You were too focused on being here with Finnick that you truly didn’t care. “I think I’m going to take a shower soon.”

He hums. “You took like three when we got here, darling. If you take another one, you could get sick.”

You leaned into him, arms wrapping around his body as he dragged his fingers along your back, drawing all kinds of shapes. He pulls you closer, the cool sheets underneath you making you shiver as you lean into Finnick’s body heat. You were thankful for the fact that District 13 was always more on the cold side, and with Finnick’s body always radiating heat, it made everything better.

“I just… I don’t feel clean, Finnick.”

You had said those words before, many times before. It was something he wanted to forget, when he would take showers with you almost five times a night after you both were sold off. He wanted to get to the point in life with you where you felt clean, where you felt trusted and comfortable in your skin. He wanted to make you feel clean and safe and everything good.

He nods into your head. “Alright, darling. You want to go take one now or later?”

You shook your head, your leg sliding between his as you curled as close as you could up against his body. “Later. Later, I want to stay with you.”

His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He sighs as you pull back, your hands going to his hair to softly drag your nails against his scalp. “One day darling,” he whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I’m going to make you feel clean. I’m going to make you feel safe and loved. Comfortable. I’m going to give you everything.”

You gasped softly, eyes watering as he smiled down at you.

“You’ve done everything for me, darling,” he continued, pulling back a strand of your hair as he kissed you again. “Let me do the same for you. For the rest of time. I’ve taken care of you since you were born, and I failed way too many times. I’m not going to do that again.”

You begin shaking your head, but Finnick hushes you. “Finnick, don’t say that, you-”

“I’m not done,” he mumbles, kissing you again as he pulls you closer. “I’m not done. I couldn’t save you in the games, and what you were pulled into afterwards. I’m never, ever going to let you go through something like that again. I’m going to build you a house right on a river bank with a giant backyard full of wildflowers on the edge of District 4 where we used to go when we were little, you remember that?”

You nodded immediately, wiping at your eyes with a giggle. “Yeah, yeah I remember it. How could I forget it, hm?”

He laughed as he pressed a kiss to your head. “First kiss I had there. With you.”

You hummed, rolling your eyes. “Your first kiss wasn't mine,” you joked with him, a dramatic gasp falling from his lips.

“What?! How dare you!” He says playfully, laughing along with you. “There is no way you could’ve had your first kiss with it not being me. I kept all those little fuckers away from you.”

You laugh with him, stroking his cheek. “Yeah, because you were a perv.”

He shook his head. “I was not a perv, we have a two year age difference!”

You shake your head, pulling him down for another kiss. “Still a perv,” you mumble playfully, kissing him again. “Just my perv.”

Finnick shook his head. “Stop calling me a perv, people are going to start thinking I really am a perv.”

Laughing, you softly graze your teeth against his lips. “You are a perv, but so am I. For you, I’m a perv.”

He grins cheekily, pulling you closer before throwing a leg over your waist to kneel over you. “Oh yeah? You’re a perv for me, huh?”

Giggling, you nod as you pull him down for a kiss as he grabs your waist and pulls you lower to have your waist lined up with his. He groaned as you arched your back to grind your waist into his. Your tongue pushed into his mouth before he pulled away, leaning back to pull your legs around his waist. You giggled as he leaned forward just a bit, his hand grabbing the shaft of his cock to push his head slowly into you, your pussy already wet with arousal.

He laughs as you whine, head tilting back as he slides his head up between your slit, pressing it to your clit. You gasped, groaning as precum leaks out of his pretty head as he basically slathers it all over your pussy. Finnick always loved to paint you with cum, sex wouldn’t be complete without it.

Your eyes rolled back as his tip pushed back down, teasing your entrance that had basically already grown accustomed. “You want to be stretched out first darling or do you want me to go straight in?”

“Straight in, Finnick, you know you don’t need to stretch me out anymore.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down as he supports himself with his hands.

You both had gotten used to having sex with no protection and with no preparation, mainly because Finnick could make it feel like bliss with his self control.

Just like that, he groaned loudly as he started to push into you, hissing as your nails dig into his back. The wires of pleasure and pain have been crossed since you and Finnick started having sex, and you could feel your stomach twisting as that familiar knot of pleasure starts to form. You groaned out as one of his hands softly trails down your body, grazing and stroking at your tummy before his strong fingers rub firmly against your clit.

You let out a loud hum as his finger circles around the puffy bud and pushes down, the feeling making your eyes roll back. “Feel good, darling?”

“Yes! Yes, so good!” You say immediately, groaning as his finger flicked against the sensitive bundle of muscle as you gasped. “F-Fuck, Finnick!”

He laughs, smiling as he snapped his hips forward to make you groan with pleasure watching your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open, watching with pleasure as you show off how good he was making you feel. He bites his lip, groaning loudly as his hips snack back, watching as your mouth lets out a loud whine at the emptiness feeling that settled inside of your stomach.

“Finnick, please, please don’t torture me,” you whined, trying to rut your hips into his before he sad back, forcing your hips with his hands back onto the bed. “Finnick!”

“No, I’m going to fuck you,” he says, his thumbs pushing into your pelvis to force you down before pushing his hips back forward. “I’m going to watch you fall apart.”

Your eyes rolled back. You have heard these words before, but none of them made you feel as good as Finnick did, none of the words spoken by other people made you feel as good as he did or as safe as he did. You gasped loudly as he pulled out, before snapping his hips forward, using the same force and speed that you loved.

You could feel yourself letting go, letting your body gladly be used by Finnick, this time being so fucking full and pleasured by everything he did. Your eyes rolled back as your nails dragged down Finnick’s back, almost pornographic moans falling from your lips every time he fucked into you.

His hands moved from your hips that already got used to being still to your upper torso, one of them to your tits and the other around your throat. It wasn’t tight, it never was, but it had become a sort of feeling that made you feel safe. It wasn’t even sexual at this point, it was comfort. His hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your chin up a bit as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You gasped, groaning as his other hand intertwined with your own hand.

His thrusts get rougher, hips stuttering as he groans against your lips, your other hand pulling him closer. “I love you, Finnick Odair.”

He smiles. “I love you, Y/N Odair. For the rest of time.”

“And when we meet in our next life.”

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iliektehhaxs · 8 months

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hi, can I request headcanons for boys from ff16 when they are jealous of their lovers? I really like your headcanons so much, thanks for it!!❤️

This took me so long to do, I don’t have access to a computer rn so I had to type this on my phone, super weird experience. Anyway, hope you enjoy and I hope mobile doesn’t screw up the formatting! 🙏

Clive Rosfield

He tries to keep it inside but he’s not subtle at all. He’s in a foul mood, doesn’t respond like he normally would and gives you one word answers. He never takes his anger out on you, but watching strangers hit on you just makes him upset. (He’s NOT jealous, he’s just protective.) Trusts you but not other men.

You’re an attractive woman, he tells you as such every day, but to see men flock to you is a different story.

“What’s your name? I haven’t seen a pretty lass like you around here.”

You’re far too kind for your own good, entertaining their questions while Clive stands aside and brews in his annoyance. An ugly feeling rises through him as he watches the scene unfold, and his legs carry him without warning when one of them asks you if you have a man waiting for you at home.

Before you can answer Clive stands behind you, chest puffed out. “Yes, she does.”

The mans face contorts from laid-back to frightful, taking his leave at the sight of the much larger man at your side. You can’t help but laugh when you turn to meet his gaze, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Someone’s jealous.” You tease, smiling as you do. He doesn’t answer right away, leaning over you and placing his hands at your sides.

A smirk graces his features as he speaks.

“Jealous? You must be mistaken.” He rumbles. “That would imply he had a chance to begin with.”

Joshua Rosfield

He gets pouty, makes it known that he doesn’t approve but you make sure to calm him down, hold him close and reassure him that you’re not leaving his side, not now and not ever.

Perhaps a bit insecure, he can’t help but get upset at the latest man to try and vie for your affection. You shoo him away, but the amount of times you’ve had to do so makes him worried. What if one day you don’t send them away?

You walk over and see Joshua deep in thought, following his eyes they’re trained on the young man who was just talking to you.

You know him far better than anyone else, so when your eyes follow his line of sight it’s no surprise to you what your boyfriend is thinking.

You take his hand in your own as reassurance. “Joshua, you know you don’t have to worry, right?”

Your voice drags him from his thoughts. “I know love.”

His words and his body convey a different message, still staring off at the fleeting visage of the young man.

Sighing, with a shake of your head you open your arms, inviting him in for a gentle hug that he gladly takes. It’s as if the stress leaves his body the moment you hold him tight.

“I’m not going anywhere baby, that’s a promise.”

Cidolfus Telamon

Rarely gets jealous, but on the off chance he does it’s very obvious, and he doesn’t try to hide it either.

You and your fellow bearers are celebrating a job well done at Martha’s Keep, with Cid close by you, sharing in the merriment. When his glass runs empty he leaves you to go ask for a refill, in which time a young man takes his place next to you.

You two chat about nothing really, idle conversation, but you do talk for a while, which was enough for Cid to bring himself close to you as you spoke.

“Darling, you didn’t tell me you made a new friend while I was gone.” He says in a deep voice before turning his attention towards the young man.

A hand at your hips pulls you closer into his warm body, suddenly very aware that you are in public and Cid is currently pressing himself against your back.

The two men make idle chatter, none of which you register, too focused on the small circles he draws against your skin, and the low rumble of his voice beside your ear.

Deep in conversation, he pulls up a seat, and then pulls you into his lap in a smooth motion. You squeal in shock, and the young man seems more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment. After a while he excuses himself, leaving as Cid waves him away.

“Gone so soon? Such a shame, he was nice to talk to.” He says to you, not apologetic in the slightest.

You roll your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “I never took you for the jealous type.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek in response. “You bring out the worst in me darling. Take it as a compliment.”

Barnabas Tharmr

Lord help anyone who even so much as looks at you, much less tries to talk to you. He is very possessive, and if you’re in a relationship with him know that he will protect you from anyone and anything.

You’ve enjoyed the ball so far, indulging in the tasteful wines and elegant music. Your husband is not with you, but he is close by. Even though he is not one for celebration, he enjoys the sight of you happy.

Your mood is then soured by an older man, flushed and slightly swaying. It’s clear that he’s had far too much to drink.

There’s a crooked smile on his face as he makes his way to you, introducing himself as Lord…something or other. You don’t bother to pay attention as he rambles, most of it unrecognizable under his liquor-borne accent. You try to tell him kindly that you have a husband, that he wouldn’t like you talking to him, but he’s far too deep in his glass to pay your warnings any mind.

Barnabas catches a glimpse from the corner of his eye, ever watchful of his most prized possession, and the sight irritates him. But a drunk fool is little cause for concern, so he does nothing.

It’s only when the man gets bold enough to place a hand on your shoulder do you see, or rather feel Barnabas’s reaction, almost as if the room has grown several degrees colder. He slowly steps towards you, a welcome sight to your sore eyes. Immediately the other man backs away, looks between the two of you and slowly pieces together why the king is suddenly doting on you.

He apologizes, bows his head and runs away with his tail between his legs. Barnabas only smiles at his retreating figure, and makes no move to follow.

The moment he leaves the air is somewhat calm again, but you know your husband far better than to assume he would forgive and forget.

You kiss his cheek tenderly before speaking. “He was drunk. I’m fine.”

There's a rumble of appreciation from the warden of darkness before he replies. “He dared touch you.”

His hand moves over your shoulder, the same spot where the nobleman's hand formerly laid and his eyes darken. “Dared to lay his hands on my queen, my wife.”

His tone becomes more and more sinister the longer he speaks about the man, eerily calm. “What kind of husband would I be to let him walk away freely?”

“I am fine.” you reiterate. A hand at his chest and the anger leaves his face in an instant. “You will not hurt him. Are we clear?”

As much as you loved his possessive nature, you’d rather not make a scene tonight.

A sigh, his eyes fall to you as he relents. “Only because you asked nicely.”

Gav

Almost confrontational in a way, if he sees you getting flirted with he doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and tell the guy to fuck off. He’s very proud that you’re in a relationship with him, and isn’t afraid to show that in the slightest. He’s also a bit of a drama queen.

You’re in the markets buying some supplies for the hideaway when a salesman whistles for your attention. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his behavior before turning around, the man gesturing to his wares.

“All exclusive, very rare herbs and essentials darling.” He says, and the nickname makes your stomach turn. Only one man is allowed to call you that.

Ignoring him, you notice that he actually has a few items you need, albeit a bit overpriced. When you ask, he gives you a smirk and leans closer, and you instinctively lean farther back.

“For a pretty lady such as yourself, I’d be willing to give you a discount,” he drawls, taking the time to look you up and down.

Your eye twitches. You get ready to leave but a familiar head of blonde quickly moves between you and the salesman.

“Piss off!” Gav yells, giving him a nasty look as he pulls you away. “She’s not interested, yeah? Go find some other poor sod to harass.”

They throw various insults between each other, each one worse than the one before. You have to sit back and admire the display, Gav sure can be creative when it comes to cursing. At one point he called the salesman a “morbol-breathed wanker” and you nearly lost it.

Eventually you manage to pull him away before the guards are called, and only when you two are far enough away does he show his concern.

“He didn’t try anything did he?” He asks in a thick accent. “ ‘m sorry lovie, I was gone for a second—”

A smile spreads across your face, kissing him into silence. He reciprocates instantly, still holding onto your waist when you pull away.

“Don’t be sorry for defending me, okay? But I think maybe we should get going now before the guards come looking.”

He nods in agreement, holding your hand as the two of you make your way to the docks. “I’d fight him for you, y’know that?”

“Of course darling, I know,” you laugh, his own mixing with yours. “But let’s try not to get arrested, okay?”

#robo writes #ask #final fantasy xvi #Clive Rosfield #clive rosfield fluff #Joshua Rosfield #joshua rosfield fluff #Cidolfus Telamon #cidolfus telamon fluff #barnabas tharmr #barnabas tharmr fluff #gav #ffxvi gav #hoping praying this shows up well on desktop because tumblr mobile is well #hell

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his-red-right-hand · 3 months

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his red right hand, Chapter Six

“So, what’s your favourite scary movie?”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. It was him. He found you. You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry, your stomach doing an odd flipping thing that you’re pretty sure wasn’t related to your dinner. Wait, shit, he asked you a question. Scary movies, right.

“What kinda scary movies you talking about? Like, there’s lots of different types; and I got different favourites depending on the type. Like, do you want to know what slow creeping scary I like, or like monsters from beyond the stars and outside of comprehension scary? Do you mean gothic scary, where it’s building tension more and more until it all breaks at once, or lots of little jump scares to keep the popcorn flying? Are we just implying violence or is blood splattering everywhere? Or do you just mean masked men with knives chasing around after barely dressed girls?”

There was a pause, oh god you’d fucked it all up, stupid horror obsessed stoner brain; then a chuckle, dark and rich broke you from your spiralling thoughts. “I kinda like the sound of that last one. Maybe with the blood splattered everywhere to.” You could hear a soft rumble from him across the phone line. “You looked so pretty wearing yours.”

Your heart seizes in your chest, letting out a shaky breath as your mind flashed back to being there in that moment, the wall pressed into your back and him so closely against you as he made you bleed. “Are you going to come and kill me?”

“Not changed your mind about that? No brush with death to make life more worth living?”

“If anything it made me want it more.”

The voice changer made it a little crackly, but that was an undeniable groan from him. “You want me to break into your house, hold my knife up against your throat and make you beg me for it?”

“Yes.” Your knees started to shake as you pictured it, sinking down onto the arm of the couch for stability. “I’d do whatever you wanted me to. Anything. As long as you promised to kill me.”

“Not every day a man gets an offer like that. Makes me want to draw it out, have some fun... What if I came to you, someone else’s blood on my knife. Would you lick it off for me?”

You swallowed slowly, of course he would want to talk about the thing you’d been trying to avoid thinking about. Flirting with death was easy when he had been there; looming so large that the bodies he left faded from thought. But just because you were a willing victim didn’t mean that he had any others. You were talking to a serial killer, who had killed and was going to kill again. “I don’t-”

“Turn the light on.” He cut you off abruptly, and you jerked to your feet with a start.

“Why?”

“So I can see your face better while you think about it.”

He was watching, right now? How long had he been there?

“You want to stay on my good side, right? Turn on the light Sweetness.”

You were trembling, not sure if it was from fear or excitement or something else, walking over to the light switch, staring out your open back door as you flipped it. You flinched as you squeezed your eyes shut, the sudden brightness painful to them after becoming used to the dim half-light of the evening.

“Good girl.”

Warmth built inside you at those two words, a small part of your brain telling you that it was worth any moral event horizon to hear him call you that again. Fuck, you were too stoned for this.

“Now think about licking somebody else’s blood off my knife. Yeah, that’s it.” You could hear shutter clicks over the line. He was out there, and he was taking more photos of you, enjoying your struggling feelings.

“Why don’t you just come and kill me now?” you asked bluntly, wanting to change the subject.

“Just skip to the main event? But there’s so much foreplay to be enjoyed Doll. I’m having way too much fun to rush this. Don’t worry, you’re gonna enjoy it to.”

A sane person would hang up the phone right now. They would lock the back door, draw the curtains, and call the cops.

A sane person doesn’t want the killer on the line to mean it.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

A beat.

A breath.

You stared out into the night, where Death was watching you.

His voice crackled down the line, an almost playful note to it. “Lift up your shirt. I want to see it.”

You shifted the phone handset so it was propped against your ear by your shoulder, stepping towards the door as you used your hands to slowly gather up the fabric of your shirt, revealing the plain white bandage on your side.

“Take off the dressing.” He sounded strained, breaths coming faster.

You winced a little as you plucked the adhesive away from your skin, angling your body so he could see the plain row of stitches in your side. The bruising around it had mostly faded to a mottled yellowing now, the skin of the wound itself a light pink at the edges and around the stitches.

He hummed his approval before groaning out an “Oh yeah...” A few more clicks of the camera shutter. “I’m gonna cover you in such pretty marks Angel. You’re going to feel me for days. Not going to be able to look at yourself without seeing me there.”

You bit at your lip as you heard rustling, more groans, then a long breath of satisfaction. A high pitched keening laugh escaped despite yourself, maybe you weren’t stoned enough for this. Your knees decided to give out on you, sinking down into a heap on the carpet, and you just couldn’t stop laughing.

There was a growl, Ghostface’s voice a roiling threat of violence in your ear. “Is something funny?”

You dazedly shook your head, the handset clattering to the ground, which just made you laugh harder as you picked it back up with shaking hands. “N-no,” you gasped out, taking quick harsh breaths in between the peals of laughter that were starting to turn into sobs. “It’s Hellraiser.”

“What...?” The voice changer couldn’t hide the absolute confusion in his voice. Well, at least he was as lost as you were in this conversation.

“My favourite scary movie.” You swallowed back some tears, trying to get some vague control over your raging emotions. “It’s Hellraiser. You asked, so...” You felt like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, everything you felt had been so dull and dead for so long that you didn’t know how to cope with the force of your emotions hitting you.

His sigh had a mechanical crackle to it, before asking bluntly “Did you smoke today?”

“Yeah...” you sniffled softly, you really were just the best at ruining everything, weren’t you?

“Get up off the floor, get a drink, eat something, and go to bed. We’ll continue this another night.”

“Promise you’ll come back?” You sounded so needy in that moment, feeling like the entirety of your vague connection to sanity hinged on his answer.

Ghostface chuckled, almost sounding fond. “Oh trust me Babe, you’re not getting rid of me.”

Dial tone echoed in your ear and you slowly lowered the phone down to the floor, hitting the end call button. You sat there for a moment, limbs splayed like a broken marionette. Slowly, slowly, getting onto your knees, pushing up onto your feet; swaying unsteadily you stood. Instructions were easy. Something to cling to in the roiling mess of your brain.

Get a drink.

Eat something.

Go to bed.

Wandering into the kitchen, you put the phone back into the base on the half-wall between it and the lounge, then going to the sink. Taking a glass that had been languishing on the drying rack you filled it with water, drinking it down in long mouthfuls and tasting better than it had any right to. You had granola bars in your bag, left where you had dropped it on the table. Picking up the box, you ripped into it, pulling one out and undoing the wrapped with your teeth before biting into it. You needed to take your antibiotics, probably should replace the bandage to. You never thought your tendency to just leave everything in the kitchen would come in handy, but it was paying off for now at least.

Downing the pill was easy, swallowing down more water and finishing your granola bar before looking at the small pile of spare dressings you’d been sent home with. Your hands were still shaking a bit, but it wasn’t too hard to peel the backing off of it. You pressed it to your skin with a soft hiss of pain, pressure on your stitches fucking hurt, but it was clarifying.

You refilled your glass, heading towards your bedroom, hesitating at the coffee table for a moment, then leaning down and picking up the little container of sleeping pills you’d been given last time you’d gone to the doctor. It’d been for stomach flu, but he’d asked if you had any other problems and you’d been wrung out enough to mention your issues sleeping. And what couldn’t be fixed by a prescription pad these days?

You opened it and downed one quickly before you could regret it, taking a swig from your glass to chase it down, turning off the main light before heading into your bedroom. It was somewhat of a stranger to you these days, only really used to store clothes in the three piles of clean, kinda clean, and needing to be washed. You mostly passed out on the couch after hours of nothingness. But you had your instructions.

You put your water glass and pill bottle on the table next to the stack of unread books. A moment’s thought, before turning on the small reading lamp next to your bed. Stripping down to just your t shirt was perfunctory, you knew he was still watching you; but he’d already seen what he’d wanted to and you were in no mood to try and tease or titillate.

It was nice to get under the covers, cocooning yourself in their weight and softness as you closed your eyes, content at least in the knowledge that you were that much closer to doing so for the last time.

#ghostface x reader #fiction #danny johnson #ghostface #dbd #dead by daylight #danny jed olsen johnson

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science-slapfight · 1 year

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ROUND 2 POLL 6

16. Anton (He/Him) @poicyss

Sooo... Kicks my feet... Anton is a little different :)

You see, he IS the study! Sort of. Anton is a shadow creature (named A Shadow of Doubt by researchers before he named himself) whose whole deal is to shapeshift to fit into other groups for survival, usually preying on them and their resources. He was captured by the agents of a certain Lobotomy Corporation to be in locked into containment. However, he took a liking to the agents who observed him, and quickly developed his own human body to help them do their jobs and contain and observe other monsters. Because he's all about fitting in he's really good at gathering information through attachment type work, and since his body isn't real if he is harmed in any way he'll appear the next day under the shadows of the rising sun like brand new. It's very neat! But nobody likes him because he's scary! Even if at this point, he's basically just a normal guy... He's been playing human for so long, the only thing really separating him from one is his appearance. He's very eager to help and no longer wants to destroy, but to learn and make friends :) He's nice he promises! Just look at that big ol grin.

Relevant Links: https://toyhou.se/12298764.anton

28. Lady (She/Her) @forkdork

Lady is a cold-hearted scientist who would do anything in the name of science even if she has to commit horrible actions. After all, in the end, this is for the better of the world even if she has the break a few hundred eggs to get the results she wants. Who else would sacrifice the things she has to get to this point? Who would go to such extremes to the point of the only thing you have left is your work and your name? Well. Lady would even from a young age this was the case her whole life pretty much leading her to the point she is now. Her twin sister didn’t even get in the way of her goals. Being one of the first to figure out how to use science to manipulate magic due to this headset of hers

This pretty much led Lady to be ‘respected’ or feared more then anything in her workplace with the actions she has committed. Lady being responsible for hundreds of documents, subjects, and scientific discoveries to be made. While also being responsible for hundreds of families to be torn apart.. Lives to be lost… people being driven insane due to her experiments… Obviously, this has bitten Lady in the ass many MANY times. With subjects escaping and attacking her when they get the chance, but of course, they never go far and just end back in Lady’s grasp.

Relevant Links: here! it has uh alot of violence! and blood! i dont normally write alot but i do draw a bunch https://toyhou.se/12615920.lady-/gallery

(Image credits: @spellboundcities and @forkdork, respectively)

#round 2 #polls #16. anton #28. lady #blood #abuse mention #medical abuse mention

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alevolpe · 5 months

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Hi! Idk if this is unintentional or a style choice but I'd like to give constructive criticism. The limbs of the human figures are often too long. Maybe you would benefit from sketching different body types. I really enjoy your art style and the compositions. You get the essence of the characters really well. I just wish their bodies were a lil bit different from each other. I hope this is okay for me to say. Love your art.

Hi!

First of all I would like to thank you. Thank you for liking my art, but also thank you for feeling comfortable enough to post this for me to see. I'm happy that I seem like the type of person who is cool receiving comments of this type, cause I am! I love receiving feedback for my art, being posite or negative, I'm always looking to improve.

Back to your point, it's not my artistyle tho it's neither a conscious choice I make while drawing.

I do not want to blame my lack of skill, but being a pretty amateur/intermediate artist I still heavily rely on references, which is mostly official art from the show, where the girls seem all 8 ft tall with chopsticks as legs, so I think subconsciously I do tend to prioritize anatomy and perspective looking right rather than giving more realistic proportions for the girls.

I want the girls to feel and look unique and I'm sorry I haven't nailed the latter quite yet.

I promise to make a better effort with my art going forward.

Thank you.

#sailor moon #thank you for the feedback #i always seen art of the senshi were the girls all look unique and diverse and said to myself 'why can't we see more art like this'#just for then to fall back on my words and not providing enough diversity in my own artwork #it's never something that I counciously do but thats not an excuse

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peapod20001 · 5 months

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Taking a moment out of my study time to share some ways to help u feel more comfortable an confident when drawing characters :>

1. Try drawing characters from memory: no one wants to draw a character wrong, but sometimes you gotta see what parts of their design really stick with you and which ones kinda fade away. When u always check a reference you may subconsciously just redo the same thing over and over, and that can make every drawing just seem like a copy paste of the original. I promise no one is going to kill you for forgetting a detail or 10 lol so just wing it every once in a while

2. Try drawing at a different size than what you normally do: something I found can help is drawing either bigger or smaller than your normal drawing size. Having to compress or enlarge proportions can actually be very enlightening as to how you draw specific things (when I draw smaller I tend to make facial features bigger, and I do the opposite when I draw bigger). You may even find that you actually LIKE drawing at a different size, so it’s good to try at least once lol

3. Purposely make characters with traits or body types you need practice drawing: speaking from experience here when I say that nothing makes you wanna better yourself more than a guy you love but can’t draw lmfao. This also goes for things you don’t even necessarily LIKE drawing. Give characters what some deem as “ugly” features, it’s actually the best thing ever and I love it and I will fight someone over it (crooked teeth and overbites and big ears and fat all over and body hair and fucked up hairlines I am kissing it all with my mouth)

4. Draw existing characters/others characters: am I telling you to make fanart? Yes. Draw that character from your childhood cartoon, draw the dude from the comic you like, draw that pretty handsome lady oc you saw cross your dash. Even if you end up not sharing it, the practice with drawing something NOT from your own brain actually helps quite a lot with figuring things out that ARE in your brain

5. Just get fucky with it: ok so pretty much, just go ham. Draw fast and loose, draw rigid and dark. Try different line weights, make em scratchy, make em clean. Just try every possible thing you can (maybe not all at once, or do. That’s fun too LMAO) and hold nothing back. Try something you have NO practice in at all just to see how it goes. Try to add shading, try making everything flat, try adding color, try adding different filters. Worst case scenario you don’t like how it looks, best case scenario you LOVE it. I know this point is kinda vague or whatever, but really doing just whatever without rules is so fun! I didn’t like making digital color things until I fucked around and did smth I liked, and now I color things a lot more. Really truly, just try things!!

#random post #that’s all I got lol this is stuff I use sometimes and I found it helps :>#ESPECIALLY if you aren’t trying to spend hours of your day drawing figure study 1237272. and figure studies are helpful don’t get me wrong #but some ppl view that sort of thing as more of a chore than smth fun. so this is my way of having an enjoyable experience #while still getting practice in!!!

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the cheerleader and the freak

*The above image is not intended to force the reader to identify with any of the people in it. Its purpose is to present the concept of the story.*

pairing: eddie munson x reader

theme: fluff, a bit of angst and a lot of flirt

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of weed, mentions of struggle with public image

word count: 1675

summary: basically you are chrissy but you don't get murdered by vecna; you go to eddie to buy drugs but something else happens

a/n: ok the original plan was a smut, but i think that this is much better :)

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The breeze flows into your hair as you wait for Eddie. He's late as usual, but this time his tardiness could put you in real danger. Anyone could find you in that clearing.

It is actually really peaceful, with a picnic table and a shed as decorations. The trees that surround it are home to many birds, in fact they make beautiful noises as you are sitting down the bench.

Suddenly the quietness of the chirping is disturbed by the trampling of branches and dry leaves. You flinch in that direction just to see a thick-haired figure walking towards you.

«I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,» Eddie says, approching and sitting before you. He has a little metal box with him, so you immediately assume that it is where he stores his weed.

«Can I just say that this whole situation is surreal? Never I would have imagined selling drugs to the cheerleader captain,» he confesses to you. «But, hey, I don't judge,» he shrugs.

It is, in fact, very strange. You are a cheerleader, the prom queen, the most perfect girl in school. But it is not easy to stay that way. Nobody knows what’s behind all that and turning to weed to escape from this reality, even for a little while, says a lot.

Eddie notices that you haven't said anything yet. «Hey, don't worry, nobody can find us here, I promise. Beside we don't have to do this, just give me the word and I'm outta here,» he reaches out his hand to touch yours, but then he reconsiders it.

«Oh, no, no, it's okay, it's just that this is my first time... buying drugs,» you finally speak, reassuring him but also yourself.

He smiles. «I get it,» he says, hiding his box. A moment of silence passes by when suddenly Eddie stands up.

«You know, this isn't the first time we hung out,» he walks in circles laying his eyes anywhere but you. He's waiting for your answer.

«Oh really?» you try to remember when you first saw him.

«You don't remember? You're hurting me,» he puts his hand on his heart, mimicking a fake pain in his chest.

«No, I'm so sorry,» you laugh in embarrassment. You really can't remember him.

«Okay, I'll help you: middle school, talent show, you were doing this cheer thing, while I was playing with my band–» he is suddenly interrupted by you.

«Corroded Coffin! Oh God, how can you forget a name like that?!» you clap happily, your laugh is genuine this time.

«Yes, I knew you were a freak y/n y/l/n,» he laughs with you, jumping joyfully.

«You were so different back then,» you say smiling at him.

«Well yeah, my hair was buzzed and I didn't have these sweet old tattoos,» he says while showing one of his tattoos on his chest.

Your eyes wonder on his body in search of all his tattoos. His arms are muscular and full of gothic and dark drawings. You start to wonder how many does he have.

«So, should we start our business?» his question breaks the cute moment that he created and your expression falls again from serenity to anxiety.

He sits down again and he opens his metal box, which is more likely an old lunch box. He shows you many small sachets with small doses of weed inside.

«How much do you need? I have several doses and types,» he starts to explain all the kinds of weed he has, but as he describes them you are not convinced on their strength.

«Look, just for you, I can do a 25 percent discount, so only 15 dollars, how does that sound? You're robbing me,» he finishes his speech, but you don't answer.

Your eyes are fixed on what's in the box, then they move on him. «Do you have anything stronger?»

He seems confused by your question. «Well, yeah, but not here,» he closes the box.

«Look, y/n, if this is your first time I don't think you should go for something stronger than this, I really don't want you to get hurt, they're gonna blame me and I really can't do this right now,» Eddie tries to explain.

He keeps talking as fast as a train, the words flow out of his mouth in total panic. He stands up and walks away from you, gesturing his way out of this deal.

You get up and try to follow him while he walks with great strides around the clearing. You try to call him.

«Eddie, wait please, I'm sure of what I'm doing, believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't need it so bad, you have to trust me,» your hands land on his shoulders, trying to stop him and turning him towards you.

He's towering you, but your eyes are still fixed on his. There's a moment of silence that you both decide to soak in. Your breaths are synced and his eyes are wondering on all your body pressed against him.

You finally notice it, you scroll away your hands from him and take a step back. Your gaze falls on your shoes. «Please, Eddie, I need this, I need you to trust me,» you beg trying to fight back your tears.

Eddie takes a big breath as he tangles his hands in his hair. «Let's get this over with.»

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«Welcome in my castle,» Eddie exclames as he enters his uncle's trailer. You step in right behind him.

«Excuse me for the mess, I forgot to call the cleaning lady this morning,» he jokes, hinting at the chaos.

«Oh, it's okay,» you take another step in what seems to be the living room. «May I?» you ask pointing at the couch.

Eddie sprints on it to clean it from the clutter and old pizza boxes, or at least he tries. Just as a sit clears out, he points at it, bowing theatrically. «M'lady, you're sit is ready,» he says.

You laugh in response as you sit matching his energy. «Thank you, My Lord.»

Before standing up straight, he turns to you. Your faces are inches away and your eyes are intertwined. You smile at each other before he speaks.

«Okay, wait here, your order is coming right up,» he says with a sigh, as if he didn't want to break away the gaze.

You look around the trailer. It is very messy, but homey at the same time. Between the shelves you see many pictures of Eddie and his uncle, many are very old. You decide to get up and watch them closely.

The frames are a bit dusty, but it doesn't discourage you to pick them up. You grab and caress each one to let the dust fly away and reveal who the people in the photos are.

But the only picture that stands out is one of a child holding a little guitar. You smile as you immediately recognize Eddie's features. The background of the photo is the same trailer park as the one where he lives now. It reveals much about his life.

As you put the photo back to its place you hear a presence behind you. «I've lived here as long as I can remember,» he explains, «and I've played the guitar as long as I can remember.»

You turn around and you find him very close to you, with an hand on the shelf, enclosing you between it and his body. You look up to him and smile. «You were very cute,» you admit.

«"Were"? What about now? Am I not cute enough?» he asks pretending to be offended, but gifting you with a smirk.

You suddenly feel your cheeks on fire and you mentally thank God that the trailer is not that much lit. You chuckle as you try to answer his question. Finding the correct words is hard since you have to reconcile the truth, which is that yes, he’s very cute, and the detachment, which is that you just came to him for drugs and nothing else.

You clear your throat. «So, uhm, do you have it?» You squat to pass under his arm that still blocks you.

Eddie sigh. «Yeah, it's on the counter, but forget the discount for that.»

You approach the little packet with the green substance in it. You pick it up and suddenly many thoughts came in mind. Do you know how to smoke it? What would happen if anyone found out? Do you really need it?

You stay there for a moment, while Eddie is right behind you waiting for a reaction from you. But as soon as he hears you sniffle, he sprints to your side.

Your face is hidden by you hair as little drops fall on the counter. Eddie moves your hair behind your ear.

«It's okay, you don't have to do this,» he says cupping your shoulder. You sniffle again, taking your hand on you face and wiping the tears.

Eddie picks the sachet and he hids it in his pocket. «See? There's no need for that,» he smiles at you even if you're not facing him. At the disappearance of the packet you turn to him and look him in the eyes.

You never noticed him at school, or at least that what's you were supposed to do. He's the freak and you're the cheerleader. There's no place for you to coexist, but here you are.

«I'm sorry,» that's the only thing you can say and do, apologize for how people treat him, for not getting to know him before, for being named 'the freak' or 'the banished', for everything that goes on in his life.

You englobe him in you arms, hugging his waist. He's caught off guard, but he soon reciprocates, hugging your shoulders and caressing your hair.

His smell of cigarettes and old aftershave assails your nostrils, but it doesn't bother you, because you know that, from now on, it won't be the last time hugging him.

And he knows it too.

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comet--cove · 8 months

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rambling and random facts about my mcsm au because I'm hyperfixated on it!

disclaimer: none of this is canon to the mcsm universe and is only my au. this is going to be long.. so if you get bored of reading easy, whoops!

the general premise of this au is that the command block was alive (in the same way that skulk is, in a way?), and the witherstorm was actually a giant parasite. yes, I can hear some of you going "oh, man, here we go towards some generic zombie apocalypse au".. but I promise you this is different. I won't bore you with cliche love stories or that ONE character being like "omigosh, I'm immune!" and you knew it would happen because they're the main protagonist. I also won't explain too much of the actual au details because it's complicated and long (unless some of you want to hear about it.. wink wink).. so I'll simply tell you this: some of the cast-- including our beloved main character-- is mutated. think about hybrid creatures, or perhaps what the warden (deep dark warden, not the sunshine institute warden) would look like if it was more humanoid. yeah, that's them. with that out of the way, however.. here are some of my rambles and facts.

my favorite jesse skin is gsj (green suspender jesse), so my entire jesse design was initially meant to be paired with that skin. this also means that the canon jesse of this au is technically male (gsj). (I like to use they/them pronouns for canon jess-- yes, my nickname for them is 'jess'-- because the player can go male or female, but when I speak of this au I'll use he/they because I'm referring mostly to this canonically (in terms of this au at least) male-presenting character.) however, due to the changes I've made to the actual character.. he kind of stands along as his own skin now.

I've seen a lot of fanart of enderbeings and witherbeings in the minecraft community, so I made his design to kind of fit in with those-- not in the sense that i lacked ideas, but rather to have him fit into the fanon and have people at least somewhat recognize what he is. however, I have many unique designs elements that I saw from the actual game.

I make it sound like our protagonist has an official design... but in reality, I'm only in my first stage of designing him! he only has one concept design as of right now.. despite me having many ideas of how exactly he looks. that's just on the part of my art skills and me not exactly being good at drawing mcsm characters yet... my skill is pretty limited.

most of the armor choices in the au (for jesse, at least) are still the same! however, when we are speaking of jesse as a character, his favorite armors are slightly modified versions of 'ender defender' and 'dragonsbane'. he-- along with most of the cast-- agreed that these two armors fit with his color palette the best, due to his new color palette having a lot of blue and pink. YES, this jesse is very aware of fashion and what looks good on him.

in this universe, wither-sickness is called wither-infection.. since, y'know.. it's basically a wither-zombie apocalypse.

lukas and ivor co-wrote a journal! using ivor's studies of the wither-infection and lukas' journaling skills (along with his art skills, because he's somewhat of an artist in this au), they made a complete study of the stages and types of infection. they also have a part in the journal where they have brewing recipes for what specific potions help to slow the effects of wither-infection or at least make a person more comfortable if they're too far gone.

like canon mcsm, when the storm was vanquished, the people who were sick got better. however, in this au, the process was gradual (as the infection lost connection to what really kept it alive, and therefore slowly died). the mutants stayed as they were, since the infection caused physical changes to their bodies that couldn't be undone by natural means.

yes, ivor was the creator of the storm.. and yes, in a twist of fate and cruel irony.. he was, in fact, mutated. however, he had no idea that the command block was alive and would create an infection instead of simply a wither that he could control. due to this, when he saw both jesse and petra get mutated as well, he felt immense guilt and often has sleepless nights where he works tirelessly in his lab in an attempt to have some sort of cure for the mutation. these attempts have all been futile, and no cure has been made. all he can do is keep the others comfortable until their bodies get used to the additional changes that the storm brought upon them.

jesse was the last person to ever be infected.. and his actually came from when he was inside of the storm. instead of destroying the command block as what happened in canon.. the block actually fused with him in a last-ditch effort to save itself. so, naturally, he got very sick. wither-sick. this worried the absolute hell out of his friends, since "the storm is gone, he should be getting better and not worse!" I'll keep the story of his sickness short (unless someone wants to hear about it... wink wink v2), but the basic jist of it is that everyone thought he was gonna die, he got so sick he went into a coma for a few days.. and then he disappeared from the makeshift infirmary that they kept him in. when they found him again, he went from being a very, very sick human to not being as sick, but having undergone the mutation and looking completely different. that scared the everloving fuck out of everyone.. but then two days later, he woke up with no sickness whatsoever as if nothing happened. THAT part is still a mystery to ivor.

everyone who has been mutated experiences some pain for a while, since their bodies need to get used to the changes (as previously stated). a lot of the time, they also need to relearn some things-- walking, talking, coordination, etc.-- depending on what the mutation did to them.

aaaagh anyway.. I feel like I've made this just a bit too long, so if you want to hear more about this au, just put it in my asks and shoot out whatever questions you have. if you do so, please make sure to specify that you're asking me about this specifically by either blatantly stating it or saying something like "(wau) question", etc.

("wau" is short for wither au.. that's my very unoriginal placeholder name until I get a better one.)

anyway, sayonara for now! hope that those of you who decided to read all of this-- or even just some of this-- enjoyed the silly rambling from me.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm wither au #mcsm au #im so sorry for how long this was.. i needed to get some of this out of my system before i exploded #this au has me in a chokehold #this au lives in my head rent free #this au makes me want to explode /pos #what are tags #i feel like im adding tags on some cracked up ao3 post please help me #wither au #wau #this au is very silly to me #mcsm silly

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house-of-mirrors · 2 years

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can you spare some Wines headcanons?

I interpret each of the Masters as symbolic of one of the ills of the Victorian Age. Fires is industrialism, Veils is political corruption, Pages is obviously censorship. Wines represents the corruption of the leisure class. Perched on its throne with all its riches and luxuries while the majority of the population go without, throwing parties while entire countries starve. It embodies every empty promise of the Gilded Age. An era that promised fortune and excess to people when they had "earned" it with no intention of ever delivering, promises that were worth nothing more than golden paint.

The real horror is never the monsters, but the 19th century. But anyway, that's enough of period-typical existential suffering! Onto more fun things!

Simply being around Wines lowers your inhibitions. You're more inclined to forget about whatever work or trouble you had and want to relax and join the party. Being near Wines especially makes you want to drink much more than you usually would. Major Dionysus vibes.

But we know the friendly appearance is all a façade. Wines, similarly to Pages, is one of the most dangerous masters because it doesn't look like one of the most dangerous. Under the "approachable" surface is ruthlessness and callousness. Wines has quite the temper that we only see the surface of in situations like "Totentanz" and "Fading to a Coda." It's very old and very patient, and its antagonist is in steep danger when it decides to act in retribution. Then again, a threat is like a promise and Wines is notoriously bad at keeping those. Yes this is an explanation for the player's plot armor. Please game I just want acknowledgement for players who dedicate themselves to ruining the Masters' entire careers at every opportunity. Like, why would Wines willingly accept a drink from my Nemesis PC at Station VIII? Lmao.

For physical appearance, we have text describing Wines as one of the bulkier masters, which makes sense given it represents plenty and indulgence. We're all entitled to have our own headcanons for fan content, especially with a text based game that gives little solid descriptions of appearances, but it does irk me a bit when people draw the Masters thin, especially Wines. Different Body Types Exist, and like, the Masters are from a cold environment, they're gonna be dense and fluffy.

Spoilers for the Exceptional Stories "Cricket, Anyone?" and "Adornment" under the cut

"Cricket, Anyone?" leads me to firmly believe that Wines used to be a Judgement before it was deposed. "A cosmic monarch." Don't know if you ever were into The Magnus Archives, but I'm still a slut for the Vast. There is just something about space that my aroace mind has always been attracted to, for lack of a better word. Imagine sitting across from a being that used to be a star. Someone who existed before your solar system. Someone who may once have forged in its heart the iron that flows through your veins and gives you life. The attention of something billions of years old, something unfathomable, focused entirely on you.

I'll pause it there before we go too deep down that rabbit hole. I'm planning to write a fic about Wines once I muster up the constitution and will be exploring these thoughts in more detail.

Finally, a headcanon that I just find funny. In "Adornment," Stones refers to itself as "the merchant prince," and in "Cricket, Anyone?" Wines refers to itself as "the merchant king." This leads me to headcanon that Wines was the Judgement that Stones was imprisoned by. Just imagine you used to be a CEO before getting caught for fraud, and now the only job you can get is for a shady publishing company, and on your first day of work you find out that one of your fellow board members used to work for you and you fired them for embezzlement. Isn't that the most hilarious situation. The Bazaar is space's most tragic circus and the Masters are its biggest of clowns.

#thanks for the ask #fallen london #wines is terrible and i love to torment it so so much #but also i'm a little bit gay for space #don't even look at me when i finally post that fic #fl spoilers #es spoilers #headcanons

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maiji · 7 months

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Heyo Maiji! I'd love to get a reading from you. I'm going to hold the question to myself (I promise I won't forget), but numbers are 17 and 23. 🙏

Oooh~! A mystery reading! *claps hands excitedly*

This is the kind of reading I often do at events, where I have zero idea what the nature of the question is. The constraint is that I'm less able to provide very specific suggestions; the opportunity is that the person asking the question has a lot of room to imagine and fill the space with their own ideas and find their own path. Basically, you're able to generate more of the reading yourself, with a little bit of guidance/support on the framework from me!

#17 pulled The Stork. #23 pulled The Fish.

Remember, dear anyone reading this: I have no idea what the question is. I'm looking for possible directions to help the querent connect the two cards in a way that can point to insights for their question. It's essentially a challenge of storytelling, and one we're all very much up for because our brains are really good at finding patterns everywhere. We're always telling ourselves stories about what we think is happening to/around us!

The Stork is one of my favourite cards because it breathes a kind of refreshing opportunity. (I think of it in a similar way to the Tarot's "Death" card, which as experienced Tarot readers know is not literal death, but transformation.) The Stork represents movement and metamorphosis. Think of something changing and shifting from one place or state to another. This could be literal - a move. It could be external - a situation. It could be internal - a perspective. It could be physical - your own body. And so on.

The Fish is a card with a lot of positive energy, associated with abundance and wealth! This could be commerce and monetary wealth, but it could also be wealth of another kind - peace of mind, for example. It could also be very literally fish, or associations with water. If this were a creative prompt-type question, for example, maybe we're talking about turning into fish or merpeople. What about movement via water - going overseas?

A fun thing that can sometimes be overlooked is that, because oracle decks are tools for reflection, the art itself can also be taken as points of reference to inspire or guide your interpretation. In other words, different decks can offer different ideas because of the images on them. This is why people often talk about picking a deck where the imagery resonates with you personally - that it appeals to you in a way that inspires you to imagine and make connections. If the Stork card showed a bird carrying a baby in a bundle, for example, there might be certain directions your brain will start going in depending on the question. In the Fortune Lenormand deck, my drawing depicts Lan Caihe, one of the Eight Daoist/Taoist Immortals. They have no definitive gender (being sometimes depicted as a beautiful man/woman, an old man etc.) and was known for being quite eccentric. The stork in this story was the one who ultimately bore them to the heavenly realms. So, a symbol of transition to a different, "higher" plane - finding a better place, a freedom of some sort?

Amusingly, Lan Caihe loved to drink (they were super drunk when the stork carried them off), and The Fish can also be associated with alcohol. I am not advocating for drunkenness, but I just thought that relationship was interesting, and who knows, maybe it could be relevant.

I hope this offered some ideas for your question!

By the way, thank you, while doing this reading I found a minor typo on the overview and I have updated the document file, haha. You'll see the free downloadable is now dated today, October 28, 2023!

Thanks for requesting a limited time free reading to celebrate the new edition of the Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck!

Want to dive deeper?

Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck - there's a free downloadable overview of card meanings!

humangray.com/lenormand - more info and resources/links!

(Note: these readings are being done with my old card deck from the original printing. There's not much difference with the new edition available in the link above - the biggest one is that the new edition has a custom box ooh ahh!)

#lenormand #readings #fortune lenormand #and-his-hands-were-24-crows #replies #reply

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icannotgetoverbirds · 2 years

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Please for the love of god infodump at me

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Writing Sideblog

I go by Byrd for short. I'm an intersex autistic trans man, I use it/he pronouns (unless it's funnier or gayer not to), I'm plural, and I'm over 18. I'm also an ex-mormon. Do not fucking proselytize any fucking religion at me. You will be blocked.

I mostly reblog about random shit, but sometimes I'll make original posts and/or respond with my take on a situation - those should be mostly tagged as #byrd chirps.

My exmo tag is #byrd is an exmo. Sometimes, my moot @twiggyfrogblog sends me birds, sometimes other people do too, so if you're looking for fantastic bird posts, the tags #byrd's birds and #ty twiggy! should take you there. Ask games are tagged #byrd's ask games. Transparent gifs are tagged as both #transparent gif and #transparent gifs.

I also have some new tags - #byrd's silly art, which is for my artwork (currently just me tracing photographs to try and wrap my head around concepts like shapes and shading), and #byrd's writing, which is how I tag any posts about my writing.

I am currently writing a fanfic - I've started to try and tag that as #stt and #byrd's silly little fanfic - once someone finds the fic on AO3, I'll put a link in here.

Some of my posts/reblogs contain triggering/heavy/nsfw topics. I do my best to tag these, but I'm not perfect. Let me know if I miss anything. I don't generally tag swearing, and I do use the word queer as a self-identifier unapologetically.

I have a few sideblogs - some of which are currently inactive. I won't link them here - see if you can find them!

I'm friends with Kea, a writer who distributes his work under a pseudonym, and I have his permission to post his writing. Here is my favorite of his, The Model and The Letter.

Lots of links below the cut, including resources and ask games.

Current ask games:

Not Like The Other Ask Games™

Who Am I To You?

Gentle Cottagecore

Iconic Tumblr Post

Vibe Check

Why Do You Tolerate Me

What am I the patron saint of?

Colors

Character Opinion Bingo

what 3 fictional characters do you associate with me

?????

Another Character Opinion Bingo

????? 2 electric boogaloo

Another Colors

Pokemon types

Literally anything (I make no promises of answers, however)

❤

send me a shitty summary of my blog?

want me to pick a sentence from one of my WIPs to share?

the blorbo blingus (character ask game)

litcherally just ask me anything about my ocs

who am i to you?

toss me a gender, why dontcha

polyamory asks

squishmallow character ask game

In addition, I really enjoy helping to name things like fictional characters and whatnot. I have a method that I use that creates original names with meaning - it's not foolproof, but I've come up with some great names through it.

If you need help naming someone/something, feel free to send in an ask at least giving me a few words you'd like associated with the thing - more information is better, though! There's no cost, either - it's a fun exercise in creativity on my end. These will be tagged as #byrd's name game.

DNI is in my bio.