#can’t wait to share it with y’all in march!!!

[puhpandas]

sneak peak for ggy week :)

#i love drawing rab #my design of him is so fun to draw #can’t wait to share it with y’all in march!!!

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon || Chapter 12: The sun || Chapter 13: The sun || Chapter 14: The moon || Chapter 15: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 579

Thank you for making it this far!

EPILOGUE

I got back at working on my usual, had to company and assure my mother that everything’s under control and that I am fine (haven’t recovered from that experience but I’m making progress) my friends scolded me and got worried, I’m actually fine right now since I know a man who would go lengths just to come to my aid and rescue.

The same man who stalked me, kidnap me even then gave me a tour of his own home. Sharing his stories and experiences as I take in that we live in different worlds—yet he choses to be with me. Opposite attracts, right?

He lives in the dark, and I’m in the light.

Like how the moon loves the sun, that’s why every once in a while there’s an eclipse.

Funny how he was the obsessed one, I won’t be lying that he isn’t good in bed.

It’s been a few months, I still go to therapy because Scara refuse to stop paying for my sessions, he still believes that I still need it. “what do you mean that I don’t have to pay for your therapy?” he said and give me a judgmental look.

I even ask Ajax about it and he said he can’t do anything about it, and that Scara gets snappy when Ajax talk to him on my behalf.

The Tsaritsa has been doing good and her health was improving when I’m around (she thinks I’m her daughter but I really don’t mind) she would give me gifts on many occasions, I still remember she almost bought me a car, since my old one is shit.

The more I know them like friends, the more I forget that they’re wanted criminals. My mind drifting off that they’re old friends when they’re literally a dangerous and powerful mafia.

Behind the café counter, I take orders for my customers and work on the usual routine that I normally had. But this time, something different—after taking the last order, I move my neck as it cracks some of my stiffen muscles.

I go over and clean the counter top, then made a bitter black coffee, just how he likes it.

Ding—

The sound of the bell of the door opening. I greet that customer with a smile and present him his usual.

“Welcome, here’s your usual.” I greet and hand him his bitter black coffee, “did you make sure you made it with extra love?” Scara teases, as his hand brushes over mine as he takes his coffee from my hand.

I could only chuckle at his remark, he leans in the counter—coffee in hand as he took my hand with his free one, “date at three?” he kissed my knuckles, I roll my eyes and nodded.

He smirks and got to his table to drink his coffee and wait for my shift to end.

My friend pops out of nowhere and gave me a scare, “jesus!” I yelp, she cock a brow and look at me up and down, “y’all better behave.” I chuckle at her and wink.

I watch the man who sat beside the door, drinking his coffee and reading—the same man who has dangerous connections, who is morally grey. The same man who saved me, obsessed with me.

I smile, knowing that my safety will be in his hands.

Assured that he’ll give me the future that he and I vision.

The same man I didn’t knew I fell in love with.

A/n: Hello! This series has finally comee to an end, thank you for reading and for sticking around 😭😭🙏 I appreciate you reading my works, comments were really appreciated and motivates me to write more stories!

Started writing this at March 1, 2024

Finished writing this day, March 22, 2024.

Thank you for sticking with me!

#genshin impact #dark romance #darkened desires series #genshin smut #tysm for enjoying this series😭😭🙏 #scara x reader #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #Mafia!Scaramouche #Mafia!Scara #thank you for making it this far<3 #Love lots<3

[avergehistoryenjoyer]

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official! I’m writing a musical!

For those of you in the community who have known me for a while, this is nothing new, but I’ve been working on it for quite awhile, so I finally want to unveil what I have so far.

The show is officially called “Tyrant! The Story of Robespierre” or just “Tyrant!” for short, and here’s my first concept for the album cover below!

As for the actual story and songs, right now I’m planning on having 16 songs per act, and I’ll format the songs I’ve written or am currently in the process of writing! 

 Italic = work in progress

Bold = fully written

With that being said, this is the song catalogue and all I’ve gotten done so far!

Act 1:

Tyrant! (Show opener) - immediately after his death

Address for the King - early childhood

Never shall we part - transition from childhood to adulthood, meets Camille

Song addressed to Miss Henriette - young adulthood

And So I Reminisce - trio song for the siblings

He Just Can’t Stop - lawyer career in Arras

Let Us Speak/We Swear - Estates general + tennis court oath

Camille’s Address (Bring It Down) - Storming of the bastille

Hey Ladies! (Theroigne’s song + Women’s March on Versailles)

Bienvenue aux Jacobins - Joins the Jacobin club and meets Danton, gets elected president of the club

Never shall we part (1st reprise) - Camille’s marriage to Lucile

Escape (Louis + Marie flee Paris, Champ de Mars massacre)

There’s Safety Here (Robespierre meets Maurice Duplay, moves into the Duplay house)

This Means War! (Speeches against the war and Brissotins, war gets declared anyways)

The Tuileries Tango (Storming of the Tuileries and overthrow of the monarchy)

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité For All (Establishment of the republic, Robespierre at his height, his big “I want” song)

Act 2:

Incorruptible (Saint-Just’s debut and Robespierre’s election to the National convention)

So Ends the Reign of Tyranny (Louis’ trial and execution)

Bienvenue aux committee/ Bienvenue le Jacobins (reprise) (Appointment to the CPS)

Choose Your Side/And So I Reminisce (reprise) (Charlotte and Augustine’s fight, fracture in the family, duet with Élèonore, PLATONIC, NOT ROMANTIC)

Principio Ad Finem/ A late night’s walk (“darker” ‘I want’ song, NOT A VILLAIN SONG )

What is he doing? (Camille publishes his paper and says stupid stuff)

Never Shall We Part (2nd and 3rd reprises) (Max and SJ duet, Camille’s denouncement from friends to enemies)

A Meeting/Make Him a Monster (CPS meeting, Thermidorian villain song)

You’re Unwell (Eleonore and SJ duet, Max falls ill/ slowly loosing his sanity)

So Ends the Reign of Tyranny/ Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité for All (reprise) (Arrests and executions of Camille, Danton and their followers, closest thing to a villain song for Robespierre)

This Glorious Day (Festival of the Supreme Being, more Thermidorian conspiring)

Principio Ad Finem (reprise) (Max writes his 8 Thermidor speech)

My Final Bow (8 Thermidor speeches for the convention and the Jacobins)

We Swear/Let Me Speak! (9 Thermidor denouncement and arrest)

Requiem (Hotel De Ville siege, bullet to the jaw, death, 11th hour power ballad)

May You Ne’er Be Forgotten (basically charlotte’s ‘who lives who dies who tells your story’, her 11th hour power ballad, grand finale of the show)

I know that was a lot thrown at y’all, and obviously I’ve still got a long ways to go, but I’ll be working hard at it all summer, and I hope to have at least half of the first act finished by the end of this summer! I’ll keep working on asks too now that my schedule’s freed up, but I thought it’d be a fun announcement to share with all of you for Max’s birthday, and I can’t wait for you to see the rest of it! Love you all! ❤️❤️❤️

-Syd

#robespierre #Maximilien Robespierre #Tyrant! The story of Robespierre #musical #musical theatre

[ev4npeterslover]

jpm x reader (warning: smut, and all that stuff that’s in smut’s😭)

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You and Liz were talking and drinking at the bar like y’all always do. Liz were always curious about your relationship with James but you would always that “it’s just fine, nothing special” but this time you were a little bit more drunk that usual

“So now are you going to tell me a little bit more about you and James?” Liz asked you

“I don’t know, I mean I love him but I don’t think he loves me as much as I do” you responded quietly

“Wait what do you mean?”

“I love him so much really, but I still think he love the countess, I try not to think like this but this shit is hard”

“Oh honey I’m sure that he loves you and you don’t have to worr-“

She didn’t finish as she looked behind you, she stared to pretend that she was looking for something

You laid your head on the table and lit up your cigarette as you heard loud footsteps, suddenly someone grabbed you by your arm and dragged you to the lift, when you were in the lift you saw that James was the one that took you from the bar

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked angrily

“What am I doing? What are you doing talking about me like this darling?”

He grabbed you by the waist at lifted you up by your arms and kness, he carried you to your shared bedroom with him. He putted you down on the bed and started kissing your neck and also leaving hickey’s. You let out a soft moan so he know that you enjoy this and you want more. You wanted to take his pants off but he stopped you.

“No darling, you have to beg me now as your punishment for accusing me of not loving you”

You were so wet already just by the kisses that you would do anything now to feel him

“Oh please mr.march I beg you please fuck me”

You said with puppy eyes, and sweetes voice you could manage to do.

“I can’t resist you anymore darling” he said and started to take your dress off.

You were all his you wanted to feel his every inch, move just him in you.

“I’m so sorry mr.march that I said such cruel things about you I will never forgive myself I love you.”

The dress was already thrown out on the floor, your panties as well, you were laying only in your bra while James was also only in his boxers kissing you on your neck but slowly going down, he was unzipping your bra as you felt his erection getting bigger and bigger, you slided your hand into his boxers and slowly jerking james off, you could hear his moans in your ears so clear that you were getting also more wetter second by second.

You felt his hand sliding down and rubbing your cunt slowly you started to moan and gently whimpering you wanted more from him, you wanted to feel him inside you.

“Fuck me mr. March” you whispered to his ear

He took of his boxers, you could see his pre-cum, he went in. Out let out the loudest moan anyone could ever imagine you were sure everyone in the hotel heard you, you felt your walls hugging his dick around

“Oh Y/N you’re so tight and wet, you’re perfect”

He started to move more quickly and started to be more rough on you, his dick felt amazing in you, you could never have enough of him

“Harder mr. March! I’m so close” you screamed

He just smirked

He moved even faster which made you go to your climax right away, you cummed and moaned that loud that James cover your mouth with his hand. He didn’t stop moving, he was still going fast

You could feel that he was close too.

“Cum inside me mr. March” you moaned

“Always my dear”

You could feel your insides getting filled up my James cum, your legs were shaking, you were in heaven you don’t remember when was the last time you had such a great sex with james.

“I love you my dear Y/N” james said playing with your hair, laying next to you.

“I love you too mr. March” you said kissing his on the cheek.

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#evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #james patrick march #James Patrick march x reader #jpm x reader #jpm smut #ahs smut #ahs hotel smut #ahs #tate ahs #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #kai anderson #kai ahs

[waywardrose-archive]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 6

stranger things | eddie munson x reader | rated e | 5.5k

spotify playlist | for @punk-in-docs​​

fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, tags will be updated as needed

Eddie would have to wait until  his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which  flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: We’re really in the spicy territory now, y’all. 🖤 Check the #em tagd tag ⬇️ for previous chapters!

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6

You swayed with Eddie down the street. He stopped you at every corner to kiss — each like a star in the black sky. His skin gleamed in the streetlight. His warm lips sealed unknown promises against yours.

He laughed with you as you both hopped from sidewalk to roadway. Hand in hand, you walked, bumping shoulders and sharing looks. A crisp, lake-scented breeze embraced you. The city was yours, with its plastic ghosts and rotting pumpkins. The world was yours, with its beauty and pain.

The motel was yours, too, with its curtained windows and busted blacktop.

Eddie nuzzled your neck as you struggled to unlock the room door. He gripped your waist as you angled your head to the side for more. Your mind went blurry, your grip on the key loosened.

He whispered, “Smell so good.”

“Eddie, please.”

You couldn’t concentrate.

He purred. “Say that again.”

“Please, Eddie, let’s get inside.”

He held your hips, fingers digging into your hipbones. He softly mouthed at your neck. A powerful shiver trembled down your body, goosebumps rose over your arms. You couldn’t keep your eyes open.

“Open the door, baby.”

You smiled.

“Then quit distracting me.”

“I’m distracting you?” he asked. “I can’t think of anything but you.”

He eased his hold and rested his chin on your shoulder. His sheltering warmth spread across your back. You breathed deep, forced the key into the lock, and turned the knob.

Inside was cozy and dark, smelling of soap. You didn’t get long to appreciate it. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, knocked the door closed, and marched you to the table. He didn’t even give you time to turn on a light.

As you opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, he spun and pulled you close. The table edge dug into the backs of your thighs. You laced your hands into his damp hair to urge him to kiss you again. You couldn’t get enough of him, the way his swollen lips felt against yours, the assertive way he kissed your mouth open. His belt buckle dug into your stomach, making you hyperaware of his lean frame.

His hands snaked up your torso until his thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts. Your nipples pebbled and dragged against the sleek lining of your bra. You arched into it with a little encouraging sound. He grunted, then sucked on your bottom lip. Both sensations had your eyes rolling back and cunt clenching.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he said against your lips.

You put a hand on his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb.

“You are.”

Because he did. His heat, his breath, his skin, his touch. Fuck, his touch. He left bright afterimages on your skin. Soon enough, you’d be nothing but a reflection of his affection. You’d gladly be that if he kept touching you.

You kissed him once more. This time you nipped and invaded and tasted. His tongue moved with yours, and you drew it out to suck on it.

He groaned and palmed your ass. He rocked you against him, the hot mound of his erection pressed into your belly. You moaned deep in your chest at the feel of it, lost in the thought of him wanting you. How would it feel? To be naked, skin on skin, with him? Breath mingling, sweaty skin sliding, the stretch of his cock.

You broke the kiss to get some air and shrug off your jacket. He took your lead and tossed his jacket away. It landed somewhere with a heavy crumple of leather.

Then his hands were on you, tight under your ass. He hoisted you onto the table and shoved his way between your legs. He dragged you to the edge until you were flush with him. His lips crushed yours, his kiss urgent and hungry.

You hung on and allowed yourself to be swept away. Nothing lay beyond this room, beyond his kisses, beyond the way he made you feel.

“Can I touch you?” he asked at a natural pause. “I promise to make you feel good.”

“What about you?”

“Fuck, I’m halfway there.”

You laughed, not unkindly, and kissed him. Before he could pause again, you slipped a hand down his body to cup his erection. His hips pushed forward as he groaned, lips going slack. His cock pulsed in your hand.

You kissed a line up his elegant neck, dragged your teeth over his skin. Under all his wavy hair, you found his earlobe and sucked on it. He hummed and braced himself on the table. You fondled him, trailing your fingers down to stroke his tight balls. He widened his stance with a gasp.

“You gotta stop,” he said, panting. “Gonna come.”

You undid his belt and jeans, and spread the fly wide.

He gurgled something akin to a protest.

You toyed with the thin material of his underwear — definitely cotton boxers. He squirmed as if in indecision. The heat from his groin filtered through the flimsy layer. You could so easily wind your way underneath to touch him and learn the heft and thickness of his cock.

You whispered, “I want to make you come.”

“You already have — so many times.”

“Can I do it for real?”

He groaned. “Fuck.”

“Eddie, please?”

“Ah, god...”

It wasn’t permission, per se, but you slid your hand between his jeans and boxers. Precome soaked the cotton over the tip. He was so hot and all yours. You curled your hand around his cock, and holy shit...

“You’re perfect,” you said against the hinge of his jaw.

He shuddered and rocked into the half-tunnel of your hand.

Eddie’s cock was long enough and plenty thick. You snuck your thumb into the slit of his underwear and teased the side of his cock. He cursed lowly before putting a hand over yours outside his jeans to tighten your grip.

“You shouldn’t... I—hn... But I can’t stop—” He bent his neck to hide his face. “Don’t stop.”

“Show me how you like it,” you said softly.

He moved your hand up as he inched his hips back. He thrust and moved your hand down. You kept your thumb against his hot, sticky skin. He continued thrusting, and you shifted with him. The motion reminded you of nights in your bed with the lights out. You'd circled your clit to the same voluptuous rhythm.

You suddenly wanted to see him — all of him — but you wouldn’t deny him any pleasure.

You nosed into his hair to kiss his temple.

“No,” he said, and wrenched his hips back. “Not like this.”

You yanked your hand from his jeans, saying, “I’m sorry,” as you scooted away.

You’d read him wrong. Your thumb was wet with his sweat and precome. You wanted to lick it clean — and that was wrong. You’d pushed for something he obviously wasn’t ready for and fucked up so badly.

He asked, “What?” and reeled you in by your hips. “No, get back here.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders. He was giving you mixed signals. You didn’t know who was at fault, but he didn’t have to make you feel better. You were the one to make it right.

“It’s okay,” you said.

“The fuck it is.”

He put his hands below your ears and tilted your head up. You could barely discern his features, but you’d bet they showed how incensed he was. You held the backs of his hands to gentle his anger.

“Eddie, I’m sorry...”

He shushed you. “We’re going to try this again.”

“What? You don’t—”

He cut you off with his lips. You groaned in relief and desire. He kissed you once, twice, giving you a taste you didn’t want to give up. You’d never have enough. He dragged you off the table. With your feet on the floor, he maneuvered you around the broken bed. Each step he punctuated with a kiss or a nip or a suck.

The back of your knees hit the mattress. You squeaked as you teetered and latched onto him. He chuckled, controlling the fall with a knee between yours and an arm around your back. The bed whined under your combined weight. The back of his rings wedged below your shoulder-blade. Then part of his body pinned you to the bed, sure and hard.

You hooked a calf over his hip and said, “You keep catching me, sir.”

“You keep catching me, milady.”

You gnawed at your lip for a second.

“I didn’t mean to push before.”

“You didn’t. Push, I mean.”

You nodded, though he probably couldn’t see it well.

“Hey,” he murmured gently, as if to keep from spooking you. “Still want to try again?”

“Yeah, let’s soldier on,” you said with a grin, and pulled him down for a kiss.

His lips curved into an answering grin. The kiss remained light until that familiar rush of want returned. Humor faded as you both yielded to it. Previous mistakes blurred. You fisted his t-shirt and arched to press your breasts against his chest.

The solid arm behind your back lifted your ribs as he ground his pelvis down. You rolled your hips against his thigh, the seam of your pants riding perfectly between your legs. He rolled with you, but his movements were uneven. Then his knee slid off the mattress, and he flopped against your side.

“Goddammit,” he said with a huff.

You laughed, because there was nothing else to do. “We can’t get this right, can we?”

“Rough start,” he said, a smile in his voice.

He found his balance on his knees. With a soft grunt, he hauled you diagonally across the bed, which whined again. You bounced with a laugh, your head landing half on his pillows.

Eddie knelt there, straddling your thigh. His backlit silhouette looked like something from a wet dream: a dark-haired stranger to do things you’d only fantasized about. He pulled the loose belt from his jeans and threw it aside.

“Take your top off, baby,” he said.

You bit back a ‘yes, sir’ — which was a new response — and did as he ordered. The wash-worn sheets warmed as you tried not to squirm. Every sensation was a distraction. You wanted him closer, yet you wouldn’t push. However, the thought of him dissolving with you into the night had you hoping he liked what he saw.

He squeezed his erection through his jeans.

“God, if you only knew...” he said.

“Know what?”

“Know what I do to myself when I think of you.”

You could imagine, and it had your stomach swooping and cunt aching to be filled.

You asked, “What do you do?”

“I fuck my fist in the shower. Jerk off every night — most mornings, too.”

He fell forward and caught himself on his hands to hover above you. His hair shaded his face, but you pictured it wet and combed back. Water would cascade down his body to wet his flushed, heavy cock. With ringless hands, he’d start at the root and skim fingers to the crown. Then he’d encircle it, sighing — knowing relief was near — and begin thrusting...

You held his sides, glancing at the shadowed triangle of his underwear.

He let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I have to wash my sheets a lot now. Going through detergent like crazy.”

Unbidden, you confessed, “I don’t bother with underwear when I go to bed, anymore.”

He lowered himself to an elbow and rested his body against your side once more. His stiff cock dug into your hip. He cradled your cheek, touch light enough to send shivers through your body.

“Because of me?” he asked.

You nodded and fingered the ends of his hair. Meeting his eyes in the dark, you drew him in to kiss. When he deepened it, your head swam. He was better, more, than you’d hoped. He’d ensnared you, which you hadn’t foreseen when you traced his name carved into that picnic table weeks ago.

His hand glided down your sternum to follow the band of your bra.

“Can I touch these pretty tits?” he asked.

You nodded, whispering a ‘yes.’

He cursed lowly as he cupped one of your breasts, hand heavy and warm. Your nipples pebbled again before you pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed you hard and squeezed your breast. His thumb teased your nipple. An electric zing sped from your chest to center at your core. You arched as your pussy got wetter.

And you needed him there; wanted him fingering you, filling you, making you come.

He broke the kiss to say, “Wanted to touch you for so long.”

You guided his hand down your body.

“Keep going.”

“Yeah?” He stopped with his hand hot on the curve of your belly. “You need more?”

“Need you.”

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he said, voice strained, and rested his forehead on your temple. “Whatever you want.” He slid his hand between your legs. “Shit, so hot.”

You whimpered and braced yourself — hand splayed on the mattress and the heel of your free leg planted on the bed — before spreading your thighs. He hummed as he traced fingers along the seam of your pants. You couldn’t stop the shimmy of your hips. You needed more.

“Please.”

He grazed his nose up your hairline.

“I got you, sweetheart.”

With nimble fingers, Eddie unbuttoned and unzipped your pants.

Yes, you thought, and bit your lip. Anticipation had your stomach tightening and hips canting.

Then he stopped, hand on the vee of your pants fly. You nearly clawed at him.

“You sure?” he asked.

You bit out: “Yes, don’t stop.”

He snaked his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. His touch left lines of warmth down your already overheated skin. He raked through the pubic hair on your mound. His middle and ring finger dipped into the sopping slit of your pussy.

You gasped the same time he groaned.

His pelvis flexed, rubbing his straining cock against your hip.

“Fuck, so wet.”

You tucked your face in his shoulder as you fought not to beg outright. You nearly lost the fight when he pushed two fingers inside you. It felt so good, too good, and you wanted more.

“So tight.”

He stroked the front wall of your cunt, all slow and delicious. You rolled your hips as your head swam with the beginnings of genuine pleasure.

“Have you thought of me doing this?” he asked as he stroked.

You gave a sound of assent and nodded. You’d thought about this and more. You’d thought about riding his cock, sucking him off, pulling his hair while he ate you out. There’d been so many scenarios, they now hazed together in a riot of flesh and noise.

“I bet you taste good,” he said. “Can’t wait to find out.”

You mewled as your cunt clenched.

There was a smile in his voice when he asked, “Like that, huh?”

You nodded before he continued:

“Anyone ever do that for you? Taste your little pussy?”

“Once.”

“They make you come?”

You shook your head with a ‘no.’

He sounded earnest as he said, “Tell me how.”

“Touch my clit.”

Before he eased his fingers out, you turned your head to catch his swollen lips. He made a pleased sound and rocked his hips. You almost asked him to take you when his fingertips slithered over your tender clit. Words left you. Your lips went slack at the electric shock, like your nerves were live wires.

You moaned and gripped at him.

“Good?”

“Yeah, circle it, please.”

He pinned your thigh with his and obeyed, massaging your clit. Your body tensed with each round. His arm flexed against your torso as those deft fingers worked. You quivered and rolled with him, unable to keep still against the onslaught.

“Eddie, please.”

“C’mon, baby, come for me.”

He pressed harder, worked your clit faster.

You moaned in response and closed your eyes. You scraped your lip with your teeth as new heat spread across your body.

“Fuck.”

You didn’t know who said it — or if you both had. You couldn’t catch your breath, couldn’t focus your eyes. All you could do was take it.

Eddie panted beside you. He strained with you, his body a fire against your side.

“Come with me,” you whispered.

He nodded as his brow furrowed.

That heat built and roared and rushed through you to center between your legs. You cried out, your back arched. Ecstasy surged to burn you from the inside out. It was a flame shared. Your cunt throbbed and gushed. Tears pricked your eyes. It should’ve hurt. It was too much. Yet the torrent went on and on, pulling you inexorably to Eddie—

Who’d hidden his face between your head and the mattress. His humid breath ruffled your hair.

You didn’t know when his fingers had stilled, but it hardly mattered. You felt like you’d survived a storm. As orgasm ebbed, you turned your head to kiss whatever part of him you could reach. He grumbled something unintelligible and nuzzled into your affection. You grinned and relaxed, letting his weight ground you.

The slip of his fingers from your clit had your cunt throbbing in an echo of orgasm. Your saturated underwear clung to the added wetness between your legs. You hazarded a guess the crotch of your pants was saturated as well.

That was easy to ignore, though, as you watched Eddie prop himself on an elbow and lick his wet fingers clean. He groaned a curse before focusing on you.

“Nice being right,” he said.

“About what?”

“How good you taste.”

“Yeah?”

He hummed. “Yeah.”

You put a hand on his nape and tugged him down. His mouth was already waiting like an offering. The salt of your sweat and tangy sweetness of your come glazed his soft lips. You sucked it off his bottom lip. He groaned again, resting his sticky hand on your chest. He then skated his arm around you to hold you close and deepen the kiss.

After a long, heady moment, you asked, “Did you come, too?”

He snorted. “Holy shit, yeah, I’m a mess.”

You grinned.

“Me too.”

“Guess we should clean up.”

You sighed, satisfied. “Guess so.”

Like a big dog who thought themself a tiny dog, he flopped on you and tucked his face in your neck. You let out a playful ‘oof,’ yet wrapped your arms around him. If he could tolerate gooey underwear for a few more minutes, so could you. Besides, he was a delightful weight to bear.

He made a contented sound, kissing your neck without urgency. He breathed deep, as if to get you deep in his lungs. You petted his hair as he smoothed his lips and nose over your skin.

He paused with lips on your neck. You let your head loll to the side. The wall heater droned, filling the room with white noise.

Eddie tightened his hold and gave you a sloppy raspberry below your ear. You shriek-laughed as he did it again. You kicked against the bed to buck him off, finding little success. He let out a villainous laugh and gave you another.

“Oh, milady, I’ve lured you into my trap!”

He raspberried you once more.

“No!” You laughed, scrunched your neck to block him, and pushed at his shoulders. “You— You knave!”

“Muah-hah-hah-hah!”

-

You woke to the room door closing. It was ass o’clock. You didn’t need to check the bedside clock to know that. The watery blue light leaking between the drapes indicated pre-dawn.

You rolled to face Eddie’s empty side of the bed. The sheets were still warm. You buried your nose in his pillow with a hum. It smelled like him: his shampoo, Djarums, and musk. You could get used to that scent in your bed.

How long would you have it, though?

Once he found out what you were, he’d suspect every feeling or thought he’d had about you. Or he’d think you crazy. Because magic wasn’t supposed to exist outside of D&D. Yet there it was, in you, defying all logic.

What if he told anyone who’d listen?

Then your parents would know. They’d send you to a shrink, put you on drugs — as if that would cure you. And Hawkins seemed very much like a town that would burn witches. It had been easier in New York, because no one gave a shit. Your parents had been too busy schmoozing to notice the odd things about you once puberty had hit, too.

A nor’easter had rolled in with your first period. Like it had come for you. For days, rain had pelted the windows and poured down the subway stairs, gusts blew umbrellas inside-out. Weathermen said it was the storm of the decade. You could barely pay attention to the television between the jackhammer drilling away inside your skull and the blood oozing out of your cooch.

Mom had given you a Percocet and twirled away to another gala.

You’d wanted to cry, but it hurt too much. The Percocet hadn’t dulled the pain. You stared at the sheets of water sluicing down your bedroom window and growled for the storm to go away. Just go away already.

And it had.

Within minutes, the rain stopped. In a few more, the clouds went from heavy gray to white. They left junctions of evening mauve and marigold as they parted. The pain then receded, and the Percocet struck. The room had gone fuzzy and golden. The air tingled against your skin. The floor vibrated with a subtle energy.

You’d laid across your bed and hadn’t woken until the morning alarm.

At school, you’d made the mean girls’ lunch-trays flip onto their laps. You knew when pop quizzes were coming. You compelled teachers to pass over you when they wanted class participation.

You’d purchased spell-work books from occult shops, asked the owners about old witches’ handbooks, and left your number for them to call if they got something like that in. What you wanted was hard to find. Guides for properly chanting under the full moon were useless. Paganism didn’t encompass what you were. Worshiping old gods wouldn’t gain you what you wanted. The gods were fickle, anyway, and couldn’t be trusted — that much you knew from reading myths.

A month passed. Two. Three. Then on a Saturday afternoon, Tom, the wizened owner of Cunningham’s World Trade & Books, called. He reported An Elementary Treatise, Formulary, and Encyclopedia of the Occult Sciences by Agnes Jemimah Israel, dating from 1923, had arrived. The owner warned you its cover wasn’t in the best shape, but all the pages were intact. He’d asked if you were interested.

You were, naturally, and rushed to Cunningham’s. There, Tom gave you further warning. The book was not to be misused. There were dire consequences for mishandling magic. You hadn’t understood until he slipped a blank index card from the book and requested you sign it. He said if you misused the information in the book, the card would blacken.

You held the card to the sunlight coming through the plate-glass window. A shimmering aura surrounded it, flashing green and pink and blue. You asked what he would do if the card blackened.

“Why, Miss,” Tom had said. “I would summon it, and its copies, of course.”

The room door opened, letting in a blast of colder air. You sat up and watched Eddie step inside while you attempted to tame your hair. In his hands, cans of orange Crush and bags of potato chips. His sleep-pants bloused over his untied boots and his jacket hid the faded AC/DC t-shirt. He’d tucked his hair behind his ears, which were pink from the chill.

Voice still rough, he said, “Morning, milady.”

“Morning, good sir.”

He placed the cans on the nightstand, gave you the bags, and turned on the lamp.

“Breakfast of champions,” he said before kissing your forehead.

You grinned.

An orange-flavored liquid seemed appropriate for this time of day, you supposed, and said as much.

He chuckled as he hung his jacket on a chair back and toed off his boots.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“My friend used to say, ‘Two idiots, one thought,’ instead of, ‘Great minds think alike.’ She was German.”

You missed her.

“I like it,” he said, smiling.

He sat by your crossed legs, resting a hand on your calves. You cracked open a can and handed it to him. He murmured a ‘thanks’ as you opened the other can. As you sipped at your soda, he said:

“So, last night was fun.”

You narrowed your eyes at him to hide the utter dismay that froze you to the spot.

“There a ‘but’ in there?” you asked, your bottom lip against the icy metal of the can.

His eyes went wide as he choked and nearly sloshed soda on the bed.

“No! Fuck no!” He wiped at his mouth. “Holy shit, why would you think that?”

You shrugged and lowered your drink to your knee.

“‘Last night was fun, but...’ ‘I like you a lot, but...’”

“No ‘buts,’ I swear. Last night was fun, and I do like you a lot.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” He set his drink on the nightstand, then rubbed his palms on his thighs. “Did you like—” He waved a hand in the space between you and him. “—what we did?”

You set your drink next to his.

Be brave, you told yourself.

You cupped his stubbled cheeks in your hands, hoping they weren’t unpleasantly clammy. His expression softened as he leaned into your touch with a sigh.

“I did,” you whispered. “You’re special to me.”

“You, uh— You too, you know.”

You moved in to kiss him, but he met you halfway. His lips were soft counter to the bite of orange soda. The droning heater faded, as did the bleak world outside. Everything disappeared. You were alone with him and his citrus kisses and the scuff of his facial hair.

He pulled you closer by the hips, his grip muffled by the blanket. You braced a hand on his thigh, tilted your head, and kissed him deeper.

After a syrupy-long moment, he groaned and broke the kiss to lean his forehead against yours.

“Goddamn,” he said, and closed his eyes.

You smiled at his swear.

“I want you too much.”

“Is that possible?” you asked.

“Beginning to think it’s not.”

You hummed in agreement, though you secretly doubted his desire would continue for long. Nothing ever did. Besides, things like last night were too intense to last. Ecstasy saw to that, but it only added to the sparkly newness. That would fade with time, and one of you would get bored.

“Hey,” Eddie said conspiratorially. “Let’s go smoke a joint.”

But what if neither of you got bored?

You grinned.

“Okay.”

He gave your lips a peck and stood. His sleep-pants did little to hide his half-hard cock. He threw you a wink as he adjusted himself.

You laughed, because that shouldn’t be flattering and charming. And yet, it was. You were coming to understand Eddie could make something stupid, even semi-gross, like that endearing.

You needed to use the bathroom first, though, so you told him you’d meet him outside. With a two-fingered salute, he went to his duffle. When you finished, he was gone — along with the pack of Djarums. You slipped on your jacket, stuck your feet in your Docs, and grabbed the room key.

Honeyed pyramids from the parking lot lights contrasted the stony purple sky. The air held a crispness only found in autumn. Your breath fogged as you shoved your hands in your pockets, thankful you’d packed thicker pajamas.

Eddie waited for you at your car, resting a hip against it while smoking a Djarum. You stole it from between his lips to take a drag. He squawked in mock-offense and plunged his icy hand under your jacket.

“Don’t you dare,” you said, warning him off wiggling his fingers under your top, and blew smoke out the side of your mouth.

He pouted as he pivoted to rest his ass on the car and pulled you between his spread legs. Then his look turned sly, and he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll dare later.”

“Only if you warm those hands first.”

“I’ll think of a way.”

You twisted your mouth to keep from smiling.

“Here,” you said, offering the last draw from the Djarum. “Finish it.”

He bent and wrapped his lips around the filter — eyes on yours, lips against your fingers — as he inhaled. It made you think of his lips elsewhere; his tongue and hot breath tripping over your skin.

Heat bloomed in your cheeks. You inched back to drop the butt on the blacktop and grind it under your boot. He held onto your jacket as though ensuring you couldn’t run. Like you would.

He nodded to the blocky wheel stop in the adjacent parking spot and said, “C’mon, let’s sit.”

He led you over and sat to face the scraggly brush separating the parking lot from the back of a strip mall. The concrete was frigid, and you tucked your jacket as far under you as you could. In the meantime, Eddie produced a lighter and a perfect cylinder of a joint. He lit it carefully, rotating it in his fingers before handing it to you.

After taking a drag, you handed it over. You two passed the joint back and forth as dawn began painting the sky with orange. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. He propped his head on yours in reply.

Your earlier doubts reduced to ash with each inhale until the joint was nothing but burnt paper. There was nothing to fear here. Not with him. All you wanted now was to know him, discover his every nook and cranny.

Like he was an English muffin. Eddie Muffin.

Take one bite and you’ll want another!

You giggled.

The original, one and only, good lookin’, nerd bookin’, your very own Eddie Muffin!

He made an interested noise.

“I just remembered that English muffin ad,” you said, smiling and hiding your face in his shoulder. “About nooks and crannies.”

He snorted before singing, “How could something that looks so funny taste so good?”

His inflections were perfect.

“Yes!”

You hugged his bicep and giggled again. He leaned into you, giggling too.

He asked, “What the hell’s an English muffin, anyway?”

“Is it even English?”

“Why’s it called a muffin?”

“Why’s a muffin called a muffin?” you asked, releasing his arm to waggle your hands.

“What are words?” His hands seesawed. “And what do they mean?”

“The world may never know!”

You met his twinkling eyes and dissolved into laughter. He laughed, which fed into your own until tears streamed down your cheeks. You kept telling him to stop, but he wouldn’t.

He put a finger to his lips.

“We gotta be quiet — shhh!”

You curled around your knees and wheezed to calm yourself. Your tears dried in the cold, leaving your skin stiff and itchy. It would be nice to have his infamous handkerchief now.

“Hey, Eddie?”

You rested your chin on your shoulder and looked up at him.

“Yeah?” he said, lips twitching with amusement.

“Hey, I need to ask you something.”

“‘Kay.”

“You—” Your mouth was gummy, and you swallowed. “You like girls, right?”

He blinked wide eyes and gave you a double-take.

“What?”

“I mean, you can like guys, too, that’s cool, I just— With your handkerchief...”

He looked as if he were attempting to solve long division in his head.

“What about it?” he asked slowly.

“It’s the hanky code.”

“The what-y code?”

“Hanky code? Flagging? What you’re into?”

“Wha— There’s a flag for what you’re into?”

“No! Like, a black handkerchief in your pocket means you like S-and-M? And that you’re into guys? You’re saying, like, you’re a dom or something, I think?”

He flailed and nearly fell off the wheel stop.

“Jesus Christ, it means what?”

“It means—”

“I heard you.” He twisted a messy lock of his hair, getting his fingers caught in it. “Jesus fuck, I just thought it was cool.” He freed his fingers with a laugh. “Yes, I like girls. Guys are...” He shrugged. “I haven’t met one I wanted to fuck.”

“Okay, that’s cool,” you said, rubbing your chin on your shoulder because you didn’t know what to do with your body.

“I like you.” He angled to you, eyes dancing as he studied your face. “You’ve been worried about that.”

“The S-and-M part? Or the gay part?”

“Both.”

You whispered, “I... I wasn’t sure you were into me — like that — at first.”

“Oh, I’m into you.” He leaned in, a challenging glint in his eye. “Wanna see how much?”

-

FYI: The muffin jingle is from an ad for Thomas' English Muffins from 1984. Watch here! 🍞🕺

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #em tagd #waywardrose writes

[yourlocalartsonist]

PSST! The fanfic is officially out now! Read it here <3

Hi uh I decided to start a ROTTMNT fanfic ;w;

So it kinda started out as just random “what if” scenarios of me and the turtles interacting but then got out of hand when I officially started developing my self insert character a bit more and giving them a backstory and creating an overarching narrative, blah blah blah. And then it just got more set in stone when I ended up actually writing an entire chapter and having way too much fun doing it. I wasn’t sure whether or not to announce this now or later when the chapters actually start going up on AO3 but I got too giddy to just not say anything so here we are :D

Introducing my dumb little rise fanfic: Moths Fly in Packs!

So this story is meant to take place a few months after the movie events. In my head canon, the movie takes place in August 2020 and the story starts March 2021. I’m not sure how long it’s gonna be yet but I know for sure it’ll cover a few years of their lives since I want the dynamics to seem believable and not hilariously rushed

SO! I actually had two versions of this story planned out. One is just continuing the Rise series in general with the turtles being the main characters and this fanfic’s MC being more on the level of April or Casey. That whole stuff I wanted to save for a future comic series if I ever get to it with a more similar tone to the show. The fanfic is showing that story from MC’s perspective, having them be the main character and following the events of her life with the turtles and the tone being SLIGHTLY darker than the main show. It doesn’t feel too different though since I think the show kinda already nailed the blend of fun and trauma that I love, just increased the trauma a teensy bit. Oh also cursing I guess

Speaking of MC, here’s their design! :D

Salena Moni :D she/they

LOOK AT MY DARLING BASKING IN ALL HER GLORY! She’s half Japanese half Bengali and is actually (unknowing to her) part luna moth Yōkai and I’m not gonna talk more about that as it would spoil parts of the story. She’s the same age as Mikey, both 16 in the story, and yes this is gonna be some turtle x oc shipping since I’m a simp for Leo and I’m not wasting an opportunity to create a fictional relationship with him <3 Aside from that, Salena is sweet, spunky, and chaotic, wonderfully fitting in with the rest of the gang. Of course, she has her dose of trauma and baggage too since it wouldn’t be a rise fanfic without that! Their weapons are mystic sickles and their powers are still in the works

For any of my fellow character design nerds: I tried putting some luna moth elements into her design. Her color palette is inspired by the green, pink, and yellow palette of luna moths and the spots on her sickles are meant to resemble the spots on their wings. They’ve got gold earrings in the shape of feathers to emulate the cute fuzzy antennas on luna moths. The bag isn’t related to moths, it’ll get explained in the story it’s a pretty sweet moment I don’t wanna spoil. There’s probably more but I’m forgetting that right now ANYWHO

Um yea I think that’s everything? Apologies if I sounded like an awkward dork, it’s because I am and still not used to posting on tumbler. I’m really excited to share this story since I think it’s a lot of fun and just a really sweet found family story. It’s kind of my little comfort fanfic as a lot of the original characters are inspired by people I knew in my life and a lot of the events are a mix of things I struggled with and the potential life I would’ve had if certain events ended more tragically than they actually did. I struggle with feeling lonely a lot and this story lets me breathe in another universe as a character who eventually finds their true family despite the things they’ve been through. A family that accepts them for who they are, weird quirks and all. It’s a wholesome ride and I can’t wait to share it with y’all

As in literally can’t wait, I might honestly just put the first chapter on tumbler instead of waiting for my AO3 account to activate since there’s APPARENTLY A WAIT TIME FOR THE INVITATION but anyway enjoy a little fluff drawing I did of Salena and Leo that’s now my homescreen

#rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rise leo #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo hamato #rise donnie #rise raph #rise mikey #rise casey #rise april #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt season 3 #rottmnt fanfiction #oc x canon #comfort #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt hamato #rottmnt moths fly in packs #leo x oc #god help me im so nervous posting this

[self-shipfromtheeast]

Okay, the charade is over. I think it’s finally, FINALLY time to reveal my secret f/o that I’ve been going on about for months.

*deep breath in*

Ta-da, Here he is! Morceau Oleander from the Psychonauts game series!

…What? Y’all thought I was pulling your leg? Intentionally? Nah, that’s what a competent person would do…😅

Seriously, I feel extremely silly for letting this drag on forever. Hand to God, the reveal was supposed to originally happen after the holidays. But that was a trip I needed a while to recover from, so the curtain stayed closed. Until now!

I love this man with all my heart and soul. No other character has even come close to uprooting him in my mind. Having the extra time was actually somewhat of a benefit in that regard! Experiencing the massive wave that is Hazbin Hotel, filled to the brim with attractive characters, was a true test during that time. The most I got out of that, however, was nothing but crushes. Morce still reigns supreme! 🥇🏆 🥰

So much so, in fact, that March 31st is going to be the day that he and my Psychonauts S/I officially become a couple! I’m beyond excited and relieved to share this with everyone at last. And I can’t wait to show you more about this ship! 💖

#Secret f/o reveal! #Self shipping #F/O x S/I #OC x Canon #Not a prank #Morceau Oleander #Psychonauts

[goldenseresinretriever]

Blog Update: 3/7/24

I’m BACK, baby!!! Well, not entirely, I’m still technically on vacation until Monday, but I’ll be active on here as opposed to the last five days~

I’m so glad to see y’all enjoyed my little presents while I was gone! I can’t wait to go through and read all the wonderful comments that y’all left on One Man’s Trash! I’m so glad I was able to finish that up before I left for vacation! As for Chapter 18 of YCMBWH… I’m sorry…? The story is coming to an end so it’s going to be full-speed to the finale! I hope you’re all as excited as I am!!! I would LOVE to hear y’all’s predictions for the ending 👀

As I’ve talked about before, March is going to be such an exciting month for the blog! I have a bunch of cool projects that I want to work on and share with y’all! On top of that we’ll be kicking off False Confidence which I know a lot of y’all have been excited for!! And lastly we’ll most likely be getting back to Hangman and Widowmaker in BTSOTY! I’ve missed them 😭

That’s all for today, y’all!! Hope everyone’s doing well, it’s good to be back! 🥰

#goldenseresinretriever blog updates #ruthie rambles

[delikaitxx]

CHAPTER TWO IS LIVE! I’m so excited to see where this is going. I keep having ideas flowing and I’m so happy I’m sharing it with you guys! I’m trying to work on a master list so that i don’t have to go back and forth or y’all don’t have to. So, for now, I’ll keep the new chapters pinned until the next one comes out every Monday! Thank you guys so much for your support. I’ve been writing since I was 12 and never ever published anything until now at 25 and it’s all thanks to Eddie! Thank you! 🖤

‘86 // Chapter Two: Our Lips Are Sealed

The Afternoon Of March 21st, 1985

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Eddie says smiling, holding my waist with one hand and my cheek with the other. “Okay, I love you.” I say standing on my tippy toes. He lifts me up a bit and our lips touch. “I love you too sweetheart. See you after third period for lunch.” “Okay, don’t be late for Spanish.” We share a kiss once more then he struts off. “Rox!” I hear my best friend Robin call from afar. “HEY!” We embrace in a hug. “How was this morning? How did Eddie like the cabin?” I giggle trying to hide the smile forming on my face.

“He LOVED it! He felt so bad though.” Robin’s eyebrows furrow. “Why?” I pull out Eddie’s gift. “He made me a Hellfire Club shirt. Like, specifically for me. It’s literally the sweetest thing ever. He just feels that…. That’s a smaller gift compared to mine.” Robin gets distracted by Vickie, her classmate and band mate. Also, her crush. “Robin, Earth to Robin.” I say snapping her back to reality. “Oh… Sorry. Yeah that’s such a sweet gift.” She picks it up and holds it out. “Yeah, this is so cute! It’s the thought that counts too!” “See that’s what I’m saying. I love it so much! I truly can’t wait to wear it.”

Robin is still distracted. “How’s Harrington?” I ask. “He’s good. He’s having some issues with the dating scene.” I crack up as we make our way to the inside, then stop. “Wait, you don’t think it’s all that Farrah Fawcett hair spray that’s turning girls off? Or all of that chest hair?” I pretend to be scared. Robin can’t help but to laugh. It’s not that I don’t like Steve, I don’t mind him. He helps Dustin out of his shell. He’s Robin’s other best friend. The thing that grinds my gears was the way he came between the friendship I once held with Nancy Wheeler.

When they were together, and before Barb died, Nancy would blow me off to hang out with Steve. Not only that, but when Barb went missing and Nancy started hanging out with Jonathan Byers, Steve humiliated Nancy by putting “Starring Nancy ‘THE SLUT’ Wheeler” on the marquee for Hawkins theater. That was cruel. I was so mad for her. And I was mad at her for choosing a guy who’d do such a thing over her best friends. I don’t blame her for Barb’s death, I don’t. I don’t blame Steve either. I always knew Nancy wasn’t a slut. I hated Steve for parading it around Hawkins. I grew resentful between the two when Robin and him became best friends. I found my opportunity to set him straight. That’s when I knew who he really was. I kind of warmed up to him. Not so much to where I’d call him family, but who knows.

“Okay, so this morning, at the pep rally, he had a date with Brenda. Oh my god, it was so awkward Rox. I felt so bad for him. And for her.” I snicker. “I would too. I hope he finds someone soon. It’s extremely annoying hearing him go on and on about girls.” Robin giggles and messes with her hair. “It is, but it’s kind of funny, hearing you care about Steve.” “Oh yeah…… it does sound like I care about him huh.” “Look at you warming up to him.” She teases. I can’t help but to cling my books to my chest and laugh. “He may be an asshat, but he is the older brother Dustin never had. And by a weird twist of fate, y’all became best friends. So, I just tolerate him.” “Ah, you ‘tolerate’ him. Interesting.” She squints at me and smirks, knowing she’s absolutely right. We both laugh.

“What are you and Eddie planning for spring break?” Robin asks. I bite my bottom lip thinking about it, then figure I can have some fun. “Oh Robs, I plan on climbing him like a tree. And he plans to deflower me. Dive deep into my ocean.” Robin fake gags and sticks out her tongue while rolling her eyes. I roll my eyes and laugh. “Oh c’mon don’t act like you wouldn’t do it with Vickie. I see your eyes pop out of your head any time she’s around. Like right now.” I say from a medium volume to a very quiet whisper. “ROXIE!” “Sorry… but I think you should go for it. I mean, I would.” Robin gets nervous. “But? I don’t know if she would like me. And she’s so beautiful. Ugh, Rox I melt every time I see her.” I nod smiling. “Plus, I don’t know if she likes….” I raise my eyebrows and motion to my breast subtly. “Boobies?” Robin laughs at me dumbfounded. “Steve said the same thing this morning.”

I smirk. “Figures. It’s a hive mind. Honey, as a fellow boobie lover, I can see it. Kudos to Stevie boy for that too. Great minds indeed think alike. But seriously, go get your girl. You guys would love each other’s boobies.” “Roxie.” “I mean seriously. ALL ABOARD THE BOOBIE TRAIN.” I make a “choo choo” motion with my arm. “Okay. I get it. I have to make my move.” “Yeah. Don’t be scared. Vickie is a sweet girl! You two will hit it off. I better be the maid of honor.” Robin laughs nervously. “Don’t worry you will.”

“Roxie!” Gareth sees me walking down the crowded hallway. “Hey!” He hands me notes from English. “Notes over Romeo & Juliet, the biggest bullshit love story there is.” I snort. “Oh you’re telling me.” The three of us laugh. “Yeah….. where were you?” Gareth asks me quietly. I smile at the thought of Eddie’s face seeing the cabin. The way it glimmered from the Christmas lights. “I… uh….” I chuckle thinking of words. “Gave Eddie a little surprise.” Robin laughs out loud at my struggle. “Yeah… it was little alright.” I crack up with her. Gareth’s mind seems to go south. “EW ROX! What the hell?” Robin and I can’t keep it together. “I gave Eddie his gift early… remember the cabin I was telling you about?” His mind clicks. “Oh yeah….. he loved it didn’t he?” “YES HE DID AND LOOK HE MADE ME THIS.” I show him my shirt. He lets out a little chuckle. “So….” He looks uncomfortable. “Does that mean we have to call you ‘Mistress Munson?’”

Robin’s jaw drops and my eyes widen. “Bro….. only Eddie.” “EW!” They both say making me almost choke from laughing. I give Robin a subtle smile then compose myself. I look over the notes with Gareth and Robin looking as well. “You know, Eds and I would be Bonnie and Clyde. It would make plenty sense. Our families don’t hate each other. We’re not forbidden to see each other. Although, we are each other’s person. Shakespeare just really knows how to write some shit.” Gareth then chuckles. “You’re not wrong, but wait until you get to the end.” I flip to the end. Shock roams through my veins and I gasp. “Jesus H. Christ. That’s fucking wild. Shakespeare really went for it.”

The three of us continue to walk and talk. “Thank you again dude! Eddie and I owe you-“ I turn my head to the right and for a split second, it’s as if my eyes can deceive me. “What the hell?” I exclaim panicked, making the five of us jump. Right before the three of us, is Eddie, my beloved, talking to the queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

#joseph quinn #maya hawke #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #eddie x oc #eddie fic #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #joe keery

[redux-iterum]

Update on Iterum

Quite a bit of progress is being made on the next book! Chapter outlining is nearly complete, with actual writing hopefully beginning within the next month. The plan is to start publicly posting chapters in March - that way, the book can be actually completed, or completed enough that I’ll have time to keep writing, so there will be no pauses or delays unless I’m personally incapable of posting them on the scheduled days (which will be Saturdays again).

I know that’s a long time to wait, believe me. I’m making a caveat that before public posting begins, the Patreon will be featuring previews and chapters as I’m writing the book! Much more frequent updates and discussions about the story and characters are on the lowest tier - that’d be why I’ve been so silent on this blog. If that catches your attention, feel free to check it out!

I apologize if you can’t afford the support. I’ll still be here to talk and share lore posts; it’s just a lot less frequent than on Patreon. If you want to wait until actual chapter writing begins to get your money’s worth, I’ll be posting a link here again when that happens! In the meantime, I’ll be here with lore entries (that are posted a week early on Patreon by the by) and answering asks about whatever y’all care to throw my way.

#i speak #announcement

[poisonpeche]

Taking a step back & looking at everything I’ve made since I joined Tumblr again in March…

And holy shit, I have improved so much since then.

I was getting tunnel vision and really needed to look at everything as a whole. Needed to be a bit kinder to myself today.

Just really proud of myself is all. 🥹

Also, I’ve gotten to work with so many brilliant clients on Custom Art Commissions!

I hit the ground running and I’ve enjoyed it so much. Y’all have been so kind and excited about my work and it means the absolute world to me.

To see y’all have my art prints in your space, wear the clothing I designed, or share your commissions has been very healing for me, and I can’t wait to do more.

P.S. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my Art Tag List, so you will be notified as soon as I post new artwork!

As always, if you’re interested in a Custom Art Commission, email me at [email protected] for a FREE consultation & quote!

Visit my Art Print Shop, Anime Merch Store, and Online Portfolio here!

#I’m just so happy I’ve met y’all and get to see you create every day #me 🤝 cornball behavior #art commissions #artist on tumblr #self affirmation #art talk #art commissions open #custom art #art prints #anime #anime art #anime commission

[queenofbaws]

how the fuck is it wednesday again already, my dudes??? the inexorable march of time, i stg.

while i’m still more than happy to gab about any of the stuff in my wip folder with anyone who asks, i thought i’d maybe...perhaps...give you guys just the sneakiest of sneak peeks into the (hackett)s before i force myself to close that word doc to work on other stuff for a bit ;P as i’ve said before, boy oh boy, i can’t make any promises about when this story will see the light of day, but i just...had to share one of my fav exchanges so far, so.

“Ha ha,” he said flatly, eyes rolling as he brought his bottle back to his mouth. “Real funny, wiseass. But I’m being serious, all right? It’s a real issue—the kids need a mom in their lives, y’know? Kids need moms!”

“I dunno, Chris, I mean…Uncle Jack didn’t have a mom, and he—”

“Turned out to be a real prince, yeah,” Travis finished for him, rolling his eyes away from the rest of them. “Great point.”

“Yeah, see?” He flared his fingers out, Chris did, using his other hand to whip his beer around. “Prime example of what happens when there isn’t a feminine influence in your life! I don’t want my kids growing up thinking it’s okay to, y’know…”

“Be Jack.”

“Yeah. Can’t have that. One of you’s enough.”

Jack’s answer retort so quickly, Constance had to figure he’d been sitting on it for a minute, simply waiting for an opportunity to strike. “So grab a townie and take her down to yonder Applebee’s,” he deadpanned. “Buy her one a’ those fruity drinks they serve in punchbowls. See where the night takes you.”

Chris shot him a glare that quickly became a glower when Bobby laughed out loud. He moved to cover his mouth, maybe act like it’d been a cough, but the damage had already been done.

“Ohooo, liked that one, did you? Glad I didn’t say fuckin’ Chili’s…you mighta pissed your pants.”

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are all a real laugh-riot,” Chris sneered, using his thumb to jam a wedge of lime down into his beer so hard, she had to reckon he was pretending to pop Jack’s good eye out of his skull. “Glad my shitty love life’s what brings you morons together.”

as always, i hope all y’all are doing well and hanging in there as best you can <3 and if YOU have a wip you want to share, pleasepleaseplease just...do it!!! and tag me so i can see it and gush over it ;)c

until then, just remember, hacketteers...what doesn’t kill you WILL make you stronger.

#writing woes #queenie writes supermassive #the hacketts

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - March 🥺 2024 - Cancer

Whole of their energy towards Cancer: 10 Pentacles

Feelings: Page of Cups

Intentions: Knight of Wands

Actions: 4 Swords, Strength, 10 Swords

Hmm. This could be someone you’re with, you’ve built 10 Pentacles together and them or you have emotionally dumped all of your pent-up feelings onto the table - which may have caused some wounded feelings. In that case they want to apologize and make it up to you. For others, this could be someone who has a crush on you, they think you’re hot and would be happy to have a quick rendezvous - they think about that, but you’re taken. This could also be someone you’re splitting up from, and they’re trying to take their time before rushing into something new (though they are tempted) because y’all might have kids together or something, they’re trying to be mature while things are sorted (or they’re telling you that anyway). Regardless of who, if it’s romantic whatsoever then they want to rush at you full of passion, have SEX, like now, yesterday, that’s where their head is at.

They won’t, because you’re mad at them, you’re going through a difficult time, they know it would hurt you if they fkboy/girl’d their way in and out of your bedroom (which may be their intention…), or if they moved on too quickly. This could be like, say you’re getting divorced, your ex doesn’t want to move on, they’d rather still mess around with you until it’s done done, if that makes sense. Like hate them sure, now get naked 😆 I’m laughing at them not you. If you’re worried about them juggling other people, they’re not, they’re waiting. They want YOU. But they’ll be patient while you figure things out or change things however you do, it feels like the ball is in your court with them. You could be the one changing things up. Or for the crush person, they know you’re taken, and they’re holding back, not trying to break up happy families and shit. Feel flattered 🤷🏻‍♀️ The messages are encouraging for the new person, if you are both single & ready, or want to fix your relationship either one.

Messages:

Their side:

- Yearns for your love ❤️

- LOUD 📢

Your side:

- I feel so drawn to you.

- I’ve wanted you for a long time.

Possible signs:

Sagittarius, Pisces & Libra

If you’re dealing with:

Page of Cups shows loving energy generally, sweet gestures, handwritten notes, good morning messages and compliments. Flirting, crush energy, or just being a sweet friend. You show your friends genuine care and consideration. For some of you/them, there could be a happy surprise involved, or good news. Some Cancers have good news to share with everyone & it doesn’t even matter who 🐠

Aries - feels good to work with you on something, you’re both really busy or it’s taking a lot of work but it’s successful 🥂

Taurus - sees you as a heartbreaker but they don’t say anything about it, or they’re hurt

Gemini - a mature example, could be a parent, if they’re your person they’re committed and very attracted to you

Cancer - telling you all of their secrets because they love you, any relationship

Leo - planning something around a home, maybe to come visit or you will - platonic love/family

Virgo - can’t leave you alone, you’re what does it for them

Libra - 10 Cups, you’re everything they could ever want and they’re perfectly happy here 😊

Scorpio - could be dealing with car problems, travel delays or cancellations, they don’t have a choice with whatever this is - expect delays

Sagittarius - patiently waiting to see you again, could see you differently now/switch

Capricorn - could be this person, they want to rush towards you all passionately, but don’t, or they feel like you wouldn’t want that/switch

Aquarius - possibly worried about work & finances, has a lot they don’t talk about

Pisces - feels passion for you, but moves slow because emotions are more important…they seem genuine about you, it’s love or nothing. Could just have exciting ideas & they’re putting the work into it - taking their time.

#cancer #thinking of you #march 2024 #astrology #tarot reading #tarot #tarotblr

[cyarskj1899]

Black Twitter reacts after tickets for Jazmine Sullivan's "Heaux Tales Tour" sell out within minutes

Resellers are now selling the tickets for higher prices.

Tickets for Jazmine Sullivan’s highly anticipated “Heaux Tales Tour” went on sale on Friday (Dec. 3) and fans are upset that many locations sold out within minutes.

As REVOLT previously reported, the “Pick Up Your Feelings” singer announced the 25-city tour on Nov. 30 through her social media accounts. “Ask and you shall receive. ‘The Heaux Tales Tour’ is finally here,” she captioned an Instagram post. “I can’t wait to see all of you there.” The voyage will kick off next year in Vancouver, British Columbia on Valentine’s Day (Feb. 14) and continue through Canada and multiple U.S. cities, including Portland, San Francisco, Phoenix, Houston, Nashville, Atlanta, Brooklyn, Detroit and more, before finally ending in Chicago on March 30.

While this tour will serve as a way for Sullivan to move back into the public eye after a six-year hiatus, many fans are disappointed that they won’t be able to get the chance to see her live. Several people took to social media to share their frustrations with the tickets being sold out and resold for higher prices.

Twitter user @kaedanae tweeted, “Not y’all bought up the Jazmine Sullivan tickets for $40 just to resale them for $200 a piece. Y’all will not see heaven!”

Not y’all bought up the Jazmine Sullivan tickets for $40 just to resale them for $200 a piece. Y’all will not see heaven! — 𝙺𝚊𝚎 𝚂. 𝙼𝚂 ✨ (@kaedanae) December 3, 2021

“To everyone who bought Jazmine Sullivan tickets just to resell them… I hope you stub your toe whenever you walk barefoot,” wrote @lildebbycakezzz.

To everyone who bought Jazmine Sullivan tickets just to resell them… I hope you stub your toe whenever you walk barefoot. — debby doo (@lildebbycakezzz) December 3, 2021

Social media user @jaejay626 tweeted, “Whoever bought them Jazmine Sullivan tickets and plan to resell them for 4x the price, FUCK YOU!!! I was the one who was there when she was bustin them windows out that car!! I handed her the crowbar!!!”

Whoever bought them Jazmine Sullivan tickets and plan to resell them for 4x the price, FUCK YOU!!! I was the one who was there when she was bustin them windows out that car!! I handed her the crowbar!!! pic.twitter.com/6wk24A9CPy — Jaeda🦋👑 (@jaejay626) December 3, 2021

“If you’re white or non-Black and you bought a Jazmine Sullivan pre-sale ticket, you bought MY ticket. Hand it over,” tweeted @AyeeBruhHam.

If you’re white or non-Black and you bought a Jazmine Sullivan pre-sale ticket, you bought MY ticket. Hand it over. — Pro-Black nose account (@AyyeBruhHam) December 1, 2021

Check out more Twitter reactions below.

If Black Lives Matter, give me your Jazmine Sullivan ticket. I can see who skips. — Blonde Bushwick Girl (@d4denz) December 3, 2021

Y’all. Them Jazmine Sullivan Tickets sold out in less than 10 minutes. Please don’t talk to me for the rest of the day. — Shalima (@shalimazandria) December 3, 2021

All of Jazmine Sullivan’s tour tickets are sold out and the only ones left are from resellers who quadrupled the price😭pic.twitter.com/nG90nEnWWr — johnny🧞‍♂️ (@yoo_johnnyy) December 3, 2021

the jazmine sullivan tickets selling out as i’m putting them in my cart….im boutta cry fr WTFFFF — 💲🤍 (@makeupbyshaniah) December 3, 2021

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[mamiinmiumiu]

Ulta Haul & Review - March '23

Slight reup! [+tt included]

Author's Note:

Hi babes, this haul actually happened in February [and was supposed to be released then] but ya know how shit gets. I still wanted to share this though, especially now! Since I've had time to actually try the products out.

I've updated the blog to have my reviews ;)

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Ya girl has been itching for new makeup and luckily, I was blessed with an Ulta gift card 🫶🏽 So y’all already know, I raaaan to Ulta! I bought majority drugstore products & one high-end item.

I watched a few YouTube vids and TikTok’s to get me up to date with what’s new since I don’t really keep up with makeup news like that anymore. And, honestly? I’m super happy with my purchases + can’t wait to try them out.

Here’s what I bought,

HIGHEND:

NARS Radiant Creamy Concealer — Soooo excited to try this! This is my second (I’m pretty sure) NARS product and it’s honestly been a cult favorite since I got into makeup in 2015/16. Type embarrassed it took me so long to try 🫣

The Verdict: Don't fight me cause I know y'all like to tussle but honestly.. this ain't all that..? Like it’s def creamy and thick but I don't understand the hype over it..? It's a regular concealer. I'd pass and save the $$. It does what any regular concealer will do. 5/10

DRUGSTORE:

Elf Holy Hydration Makeup Melting Cleansing Balm — I use the Versed Day Dissolve Cleansing Balm but this one peaked my interest so I decided to give it a try.

The Verdict: Does what it states but that's it. It's nothing special. I won't be repurchasing and will be going back to Versed. 5/10

L’Oréal Infallible 24hr Fresh Wear Foundation — I really want to perfect my base make up this year and wanted something medium-to-high coverage & all the reviews were raving about this one so I’ll let y’all know!

The Verdict: AMAZING! It's medium to FULL coverage, doesn't dry immediately, doesn't feel heavy on the skin either but covers everythingg! It def lives up to the hype and has become my go-to foundation. 10/10

Elf Power Grip Primer — Been meaning to try this primer for a minute now! I heard it’s a dupe for the Milk Hydrogrip Primer and I can’t wait to test it out.

The Verdict: Another 10 outta 10. Lives up to the hype and really grasps onto your base, helping it last!

LA Pro Girl Concealer — My old reliable. I’ll never stop using this concealer. Ever. I love using this as my “foundation” too.

The Verdict: A cult classic. I'll always recommend. 10/10

Juvia’s Place Blush Duo in Volume 4 — Another dupe 🫣 This time apparently for the viral pink Dior blush! I def want to get the Dior one but I want to save up and do a big high-end haul. Plus, I’ve heard amazing things about Juvia’s Place so why not give them a try? The lighter pink seems pretty similar to the Dior blush and even if it’s not exact, it’s still pretty af! The deeper shade is pretty as well, I’ll probably leave it for Fall time though..

The Verdict: Such a beautiful blush. Super pigmented and lasts long. Alsooo, lives up to the hype. 10/10

NYX Butter Glosses — In shades: Fortune Cookie, Crème Brûlée - I love these glosses! Affordable but amazing quality! Not sticky & super pigmented.

The Verdict: I already knew I loved the formula so I picked up some new shades I didn't have. Perfects shades to make the prettiest nude lip. 10/10

Milani Gilded Eyeshadow Palette in shade: Whiskey Business — Okay, so this is another dupe.. alleged “dupe” because I’m not 100% sure. BUT, I thinkkkk it’s similar [enough] to the Artist Couture Mini Supreme Nudes Matte Eyeshadow Palette! I wanna splurge on it but $30 for a MINI palette with 8 shadows? Mmm.. Chile.. Anyway;

As y’all can see, the shades are pretty similar! I think I’ll def be able to achieve the looks I’m going for if the pigment pay off is good!

The Verdict: I wanted to love this. I wanted this to be amazing. It.. was not. The color story is perfect but the shadows lack soo much pigment. I really had to pack the shadow on and even then, it didn't make much of a difference. That being said, it's not WOC friendly. Ugh, ode wack. On top of the poor pigmentation, the shadows were chalky + had a lot of fallout.

While the price point is great, the product itself could be better. I think this could work with someone with very, very fair skin but if you got any type of color to you, pass on this. 3/10

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Until next time,

I hope y’all enjoyed this latest post! Let me know your latest pickups, current faves, and your opinions on the products I picked up! Did they work for you or na?

H 💌

#mywriting

[witwibf]

More on the Midwest Mac BBQ / Wine Event

A huge thank you to Mike Potter for having me on his “For Mac Eyes Only” monthly stream on 24 March 2023. I’m excited to kick off the Macstock VII “Weekend” by having a party at my place (near O’Hare Airport) on Thursday, 20 July, 2023.

The event will start roughly around 2:00PM CDT - but if you arrive earlier no worries - just let me know ahead of time and we’ll accommodate you.

How late will we go? Those that have been there can attest I don’t like saying goodbye so you are welcome to stay as long as you like.

What will we have? Good times and food. Specifically for food - BBQ! Want something vegetarian or vegan? Other allergies? Please let me know.

What about drinks? In the past, it was a variety of juices, water, soft drinks and all sorts of beers. This year - in addition to those - I’ll be hosting several wine tastings through the late afternoon and evening.

Why wine? As some of you may know, I’ve relocated out to San Francisco for work. It’s an amazing opportunity, but I left my home and heart in Chicago (and my favorite baseball team, the White Sox!) I have enjoyed traveling to Napa regularly to do research and have really gone “all in” on the wine scene. I’d love to share some of the wines I’ve discovered and do informal (or formal) tastings.

Please let me know if you are interested in attending the MWMacBBQandWine Event!

Best bet is to email me at [email protected] or [email protected]

Updates will be on barryfulk.com

Can’t wait to see y’all!

#mwmacbbq mwmacwine macstock23 macstock