#doodled with the author's permission

[linda-from-the-bird-site]

So to those of you as yet unaware I’m currently running two raffles which include books by @neil-gaiman

The first book is a copy of STARDUST there are ONLY 2 of these particular copies anywhere in the world and I have one!!

Funds from both books will go towards supporting non-referral foodbanks, homelessness, wholly volunteer led charities such as The Biscuit Fund and a few smaller charities I’ve supported for some time now, there is a lot more information on the link.

The 2nd book is a numbered edition of CORALINE- The Red Thread Edition it is number 174/200 and it has some additional doodles from both Neil and the artist Rovina Cai you can no longer buy this edition either.

If you’d like to enter the first thing I’d say is ***PLEASE READ THE SHIPPING INFORMATION***

You’ll not need to sell any major organs to buy tickets as was previously suggested to me, but there are only 2000 of the STARDUST tickets available at a mere £20 each for a book that you couldn’t ever possibly dream of affording any other way so this is going to make some lucky persons day.

The Coraline book retailed at £600 I’ve seen resales on eBay for over £1000 but you can buy a ticket for £5 there are 5000 tickets available and we are well on our way to selling the first 100 in each category of book.

I’ll add the links below but again PLEASE make sure I’m shipping to your country and please read the shipping information BEFORE you rush out and buy your tickets.

You can check out my Raffall profile to find the other link (and previous raffalled books)

#neil gaiman #Stardust #coraline #rare books

[tsyvia48]

Author & Mensch: Reflections on the impact of @neil-gaiman on my life, in essay and doodle

As a woman of a certain age, I am a well-practiced overthinker. Nerd, geek, know-it-all, intellectual, the names have been biting or praise depending on who wielded them. They’re all true, and I embrace them. 

In the early days of adulthood, when I was a wee 20-something overthinking nerd, geek, know-it-all, intellectual (20+ years ago), I became deeply interested in image and text and text-as-image. While friends were watching and arguing over Survivor, I was obsessing over Peter Greenaway’s The Pillowbook and Prospero's Books and Neil Gaiman’s Sandman. (To this day my copies of the Sandman graphic novels and the English translation of The Pillowbook of Sei Shonagon are proudly displayed on the good bookshelves—you know, the ones I want people to peruse.)

Sandman isn't merely good storytelling and good art, it teases at some of the fundamental questions to which my religion-major heart was consistently and reliably drawn. It modeled a way of rendering the questions—and suggested answers—I would never have imagined on my own.

In those days, I created an artist's book: an altered gift edition of Hamlet. I explored Ophelia’s femininity and the inevitability of her break with her mental health, caught as she is between Hamlet and her father. I imagined her story if she’d had true agency. I investigated the way art (fan art?!) had shaped my understanding of the play and my relationship to it. I layered in my story—my resonance and dissonance with hers—and my art, along with images of famous and not-so-famous paintings of Ophelia. I proudly named Greenaway and Gaiman as influences. 

I imagined myself an artist. And, truthfully, I suppose I was one. 

I read Good Omens back then, too, delighting over the religious tropes and subversions, the humor, and the fundamental faith in humanity that shone through. 

In the two decades since then, below the din of “responsible” choices (that have mostly moved me away from imagining myself an artist) there has been a melody quietly bringing me comfort, shifting my perspective, and reminding me who I want to be. When I stop to listen for and name the music, I realize much of it generates from Neil Gaiman. 

The Graveyard Book gave me comfort and hope as a new parent. 

Ocean at the End of the Lane reminded me of the layers and the depths⏤the archetypes and metaphors⏤present in everything around me, if I am willing to seek them.

Neil’s anecdote about meeting Neil Armstrong has been a talisman against imposter syndrome. Or, more precisely, it has been a permission slip for forgiving myself when the imposter syndrome inevitably surfaces.

The episode of Dr Who he wrote (“the Doctor’s Wife”) changed the way I understand the entire Dr Who experience before and since. 

Lucifer (tv), which his work inspired, gave me joy, comfort and distraction through a tough time in my life. 

When, a few years ago, I realized he is Jewish, I had that swelling of pride and resonance that I always get when someone I admire shares that identity with me.

And now there’s the Good Omens tv series. It has opened something in me I didn’t realize was closed. Crowley and Aziraphale are helping me better understand myself, and love, and gender, and storytelling, and, believe it or not, Torah. I am writing again for the first time in ages. I'm drawing more often and with more joy than I’ve known maybe since childhood.

I’ve been getting back into my gratidoodle practice, drawing and writing what I’m grateful for. And when I decided to add Neil Gaiman’s face and some words about my appreciation for his work to my sketchbook, I realized he’s brought me full circle.

Text and image and text-as-image + Neil Gaiman + story is an old constellation for me. And once again, I find my thoughts dancing, shifting, blossoming to the quiet melody of (one of?) the greatest storyteller(s) of this generation. 

And now that I am actively engaging with other Gaiman fans, I see how responsive and kind and encouraging he is to those of us who love his work, and his name is permanently etched on my heart: a benefactor, a teacher, a role model.

How satisfying and fitting that such a powerful and resonant voice, miraculously, thankfully, beautifully, also seems to be a genuine mensch. 

B”H (thanks to God) that I am alive at the same time as such a one.

#I didn't realize I was going to write AND draw when I started this #but I felt I needed both #I wish I had a flatbed scanner #this photo doesn't do it justice #there's greater nuance in the color in person #Stories matter #Art matters #like, really matters #Neil Gaiman is a gift to this world #Good Omens #Crowley and Aziraphale #Ocean at the End of the Lane #The Graveyard Book #Neil Armstrong and imposter syndrome #The Doctor's Wife #So grateful for tumblr

#crowley x aziraphale #good omens #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable husbands #jewish good omens #aziracrow #jumblr #my art #ocean at the end of the lane #the graveyard book #the doctor's wife

[mandoalorian]

delicate

Pairing: High honour Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Summary: When Arthur and the gang are out in Valentine, you can’t help but notice that he left his journal by his bedside, unattended. You’re aware that Arthur is never careless enough to leave something so valuable to him in camp and see you see it as an opportunity. Upon reading his journal, you discover something that changes everything…

Word count: 2,000

Author’s note: My first Arthur fic! It’s been a long time coming. This is also cross-posted on my AO3. I do not consent to my fics being posted anywhere else, or translated without permission. If you enjoyed this fic please reblog as it helps increase support!<3

Masterlist 

You saw it as an opportunity.

Arthur, John, Micah, Javier and Sadie were out in Valentine, following Dutch’s well-convoluted plan to rob the local bank. They’d been gone for three hours already and with Micah part of the team, you dreaded to think how they were getting on. Dutch and Hosea had gone to scout out a manor northwest of Lemoyne, in Scarlet Meadows. Hosea was following a lead he’d heard from a guy at Emerald Ranch – that apparently, a well-off family were residing over there. An excellent opportunity for a cash grab, Dutch was also sure. Lately, any possibility of getting money, Dutch got excited over. You didn’t understand why because the ledger appeared more filled out than ever. Perhaps it was merely nothing more than a sin of greed, although you were in no position to question it. 

Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen were doing laundry as Miss Grimshaw supervised, and Miss Molly O’Shea was napping in Dutch’s cot. She’d been sleeping a lot recently, you’d noticed. Uncle was nowhere in sight, probably sleeping or drunk or getting himself killed by Raiders. And Abigail was with Jack, nursing him back to health as influenza he’d developed after your time in Colter hadn’t yet subsided. The camp was empty. Not a soul in sight.

There was a small crate in the corner of his tent and organised neatly atop was a framed photo of his mother Beatrice, a small vase of flowers that were native to New Hanover, and a beat-up leather journal that he kept close to his bedside. Arthur was so protective of his journal, you’d often tease him for it. Sometimes, you’d admire him from afar. After a hard day, he’d often sit by the lake, slumped against a tree, jotting down his thoughts or filling the pages with doodles of his ventures. 

And this time it was calling out to you.

You wondered why he hadn’t taken it with him. Had he really just ‘left’ it at camp? Forgot to put it in his satchel before he left this morning? You were hyper-aware that you’d more than likely never get this chance again. The curiosity was begging to be explored and you took one final glance around camp before slowly inching towards the crate by his bedside. Arthur’s tent was really just a canopy and once you were under you felt a pang of guilt in his heart. You shouldn’t be snooping around his business like this. He had done nothing to warrant you doing that.

It wasn’t malicious. It was harmless. Just a little peek…

You sat on the edge of Arthur’s cot and picked up the journal, feeling the worn leather between your fingers. Undoing the clasp, you pulled it open midway and were greeted with an illustration of a girl. It was the back of her, so there was no way of making out her face, but as you took a closer look at the pattern on her ranch boots, you couldn’t help but recognise the embroidered swirls and shapes. They were your ranch boots, and Arthur’s illustration was a depiction of you. It was dated noon, 5th July 1899, just a few weeks ago. It appeared to be a drawing from observation, and you were pictured helping Pearson put away an assortment of canned goods. 

It took a moment for it to dawn on you. He’d drawn you.

Now you were invested. You turned to the next page to see a verse of words:

‘Sometimes I wonder when she sleeps

Is she ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into her eyes

I pretend she’s mine all the damn time’

To the left of the words was another illustration of you but this one had a lot more detail. A delicate flower was placed in your hair and this time, you could see your face. You could see the shape of your nose and the creases in the corner of your eyes when you smiled. It had never been so clear. Your gaze flicked back towards the words as you reread them over and over again. Could they have really been about you?

Surely not. Arthur had never done anything to suggest that he’d had these feelings for you. As far as you were aware, he was still hung up on Miss Mary Linton. You’d never met her before. You’d only heard tales from Hosea, how Arthur was sweet on her and she broke his heart to the point he didn’t want to leave camp for days. You couldn’t imagine Arthur that way. You supposed that since then, he had changed, and maybe since meeting you, he’d changed again.

On the outside, Arthur was rough. His skin was sun kissed and his clothes were old, his boots were muddy and he could go months without shaving. You’d heard stories of his questionable temperance but with you, he was patient and soft and gentle. You’d seen him be kind around little Jack too, and that relationship spoke volumes since John was mostly absent from his son’s life. Arthur was a good influence on Jack. Hell, you could argue he was the best influence around camp in general. Although he was often gloomy and he would, on occasion, pick fights with Micah or Bill, you saw through that. He had a good heart, wether he believed it, that didn’t matter.

A loud cough interrupted your thoughts. You froze, and it was like you could feel time moving. Arthur’s journal was still in your hands and you could feel the eyes of a cowboy bore into your back. You hoped and prayed it was anyone but Arthur. At least then you’d be able to potentially mangle yourself out of the fact you went behind your friend’s back. You wanted to put the journal down, hell, you needed to, but it was like your feet were glued to the ground and your hands were locked in place.

“What you doing snooping through my stuff, girl?” 

Oh, it was Arthur. You winced under his question and took a deep breath. You carefully placed the journal back on his bedside, just as it was before you took it. Perfect. Like it hadn’t moved an inch. Not that it mattered anymore…

“Well?”

Fuck. You cursed under your breath. Say something. Anything.

“Arthur-I’m-so-sorry-I-don’t-know-what-I-was-thinking-I-just-saw-it-there-and-you-always-got-your-head-down-in-it-and-never-show-anyone-and-I-was-just-curious-and-I-know-it-was-wrong-but-I-just-“

“Now, why you talkin’ like that? Like I’m holdin’ you up at gunpoint? Turn around and look at me.” He cut you off, his question was rhetorical and his voice stern.

You immediately obliged and spun around on your heel. Your stomach was in knots. You wish you had never looked. Never betrayed him like this. Arthur’s eyes were a piercing blue like you’d never noticed, and his lips were curled into a frown. But still, he remained stoic. It’s like he was trying to appear unbothered, but you could see right through him.

“You know now why I let nobody look in here?” Arthur muttered, leaning over you and snatching the journal from his bedside.

You nodded apologetically and watched as he stuffed the journal into his satchel.

“I’ll be on my way now.” Arthur tipped his hat to you before turning around. He paused and when he was looking away he muttered, “’Am sorry if… you thought it was weird, miss…” 

Your mouth felt dry as you watched him walk away.

Weird? He was worried that you thought it was weird.

You chased after him and caught up pretty quickly, placing the palm of your hand flat against the broadness of his back. “Arthur, what you wrote in there was the sweetest thing… not weird at all, I promise.”

Arthur stopped and looked down at you, still frowning. 

“I just had no idea you felt that way,” You continued, shaking your head. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I overstepped your boundaries and we can just forget about it if that’s what you want…”

To clarify, forgetting about it was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, this wasn’t about you anymore. You would do anything for Arthur’s forgiveness and if that meant pretending like today never happened, then so be it.

“Forget?” Arthur whispered. “You really expect me to forget about this?”

You pursed your lips together, holding back a sigh. “I don’t think you should. I know I’d struggle to forget what I saw in there… but also, I don’t want to forget. I… I’ve been sweet on you since the moment I met you, Arthur. Tilly and Mary-Beth would always tease me for it. Abigail knew too, but she said you’d never be interested in pursuing someone in camp. Hosea made it seem like you were still hung up on Miss Linton, and so I never said anything. Oh Arthur, you’ve always been so kind to me. So gentle and soft, you’re different to the others…” You placed a hand on his bicep and Arthur practically softened into your touch.

“I’m a bad man,” Arthur shook his head gruffly. “I’ve done bad things.”

“Haven’t we all?” you snapped back, exasperated. “I may just do the chores around camp but you forget my history, Mr Morgan. All of us are Van Der Linde’s and we are not good people. Hell, I struggle to even tell the difference between good and bad anymore. But when I’m with you, I feel good. Really good. I feel safe and protected and God, Arthur. When I saw you felt the same way… that you think about me in the same way…”

Arthur cut you off with a kiss. His lips were soft and plump and contrasted with the roughness of his stubble and quick-growing moustache. You let out a small gasp when his lips crashed atop yours but quickly melted into it, bringing your hands up to his head and running your fingers through his dark blonde hair. His tongue tasted like fresh mint and other herbs you couldn’t quite recognise, and you had never been closer to his musky familiar scent. Arthur’s big arms wrapped around your body and he held you tight against him. When he finally pulled away, he nudged his nose against yours and lingered for a moment, staring into your eyes.

“Forgive me for saying miss, but if it wasn’t already clear, I think I’m in love with you.”

The revelation made you giddy, your heart racing in your chest with the thrill of it all. You couldn’t believe it. Abigail…. Hosea…. They were all wrong. Arthur actually felt the same as you.

“I’m in love with you too,” you squeaked, tears filling your eyes as Arthur enveloped you in a hug.

When you finally pulled away from him, it was only to ask him another important question.

“Do you forgive me for what I did, Arthur?” you asked him sadly. Arthur could see the guilt; it was written all over your face.

“If you didn’t do that, none of this would have ever happened,” Arthur smiled, pressing his index finger to your chin and picking your face up so you were looking at him in the eyes. He was smiling. He was okay…

“I s’pose that’s true,” you shrugged. “I’m still sorry, and it won’t happen again.”

“I believe you,” Arthur said, lacing his fingers with yours. “Now let’s go grab some of Pearson’s broth and we can take it to the lake. I think we have a lot to talk about…”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. You and Arthur walked side by side to the campfire and the entire way you felt yourself bubbling with anticipation over what was to come next.

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x you #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan fanfic #John martson #dutch van der linde

[error4343]

Ah yeah, Faith, my favorite soaper without soaper. Additionals doodles and rumblings under cut.

It's still training doodles where I'm trying to figure out how to draw 'em. Absolutely in love with idea of Ward wearing a blue coat from here, so I'm using it too (with permission from original author, ofc).

Additional doodles: all hail the Ukranian memes and hampter.

Rat also from there, but you already saw him so. And yes, I don't know what normal doodle organazing is.

I've tried my best to give at least a hint on what John is reading, but failed miserbly, so just know it's "Roman Ritual".

#faith the unholy trinity #faith #faith the game #faith john ward #faith molly #idk if she has a tag but now she is #art #my art

[sagesskies]

ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ II

✒ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

✒ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.

ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴍ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴄᴜᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟɪɴɪɴɢ ɢʟᴇɴɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅᴏɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛᴇʀʏ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢʟᴇɴɴ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ

You were in the gardens, napping on the bench in a manner unbefitting of a nobleman, when you were alerted by his new attendant, Curtis’ nephew Samuel, that a man by the name of Glenn Alston was waiting for you in the parlor. 

You sighed, and rubbed at your weary eyes, “So, you just let some random man inside the estate without my permission?” 

Samuel flinched, “I… I apologize, my Lord…” He gulped, “He knew the guards, a-and they just let him in…” 

You glared at him. If Curtis were here, he would have made sure Glenn would be waiting not in your parlor, but rather outside by the gates, as was custom for those whose entrance wasn’t authorized. Unfortunately Curtis was on his honeymoon in the south with his new husband. 

You didn’t mind the fact that he was marrying a man, you just wished he sent somebody more capable as his replacement.

You sit up, “Alright.” You stand and stretch, “Tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You may as well do it, now that he’s here. Sure, there’s the whole wanting to marry you shtick, but you can fix that somehow. You don’t really have an idea how but you never needed to plan ahead, ideas just came to you naturally and things always worked out. 

You walked at a leisurely pace to the parlor, deciding to take the scenic route this time. The scenic route being the route where you pass by all the old dusty paintings of your ancestors looking snobby. You still remember doodling on one of them with Glenn, who was absolutely mortified. 

You pass by the doodled-on portrait, a smirk forming on your face when you see the little stick man on the edge of the painting. You give it a small pat, and whisper a sorry to your great great uncle Bartholomew. 

You arrive at the parlor, only ten minutes later. Unsurprisingly, your brother James is also here, alongside your sister Ophelia. It’s silent in the room, as they all stare at you. You’re only looking at Glenn who has grown from an awkward 16 year old to a handsome man in his prime. His messy dark hair is coiffed and styled to perfection, and he wears clothes that aren’t as expensive as yours, but he wouldn’t have been able to afford the last time you had seen him. What hasn’t changed are his hazel eyes, which were as piercing as ever. 

You notice that at his feet, lies a polished leather suitcase. You wonder what could be inside.

“Good day, all.” You drawled, and go to settle in between James and Ophelia, who shuffle aside to make room for you. 

“It’s 3 in the afternoon,” James grumbled, then his voice dropped to a whisper, “I thought you said you wouldn’t let him in.” 

You roll your eyes, and don’t bother to whisper back, “It wasn’t me who let him in, it was the guards.” 

Ophelia groaned, “Ugh, we should really upgrade our security…” She buried her face in her gloved hands, “Why on earth would they let him in anyways.” 

You glance at Glenn, who gives you what you recognize as a lovesick smile. You resist the urge to gag. “Well? How did you manage to get in here Glenn?” 

“I grew up with some of the guards,” Glenn reminded you, “I was just lucky that the ones I knew were on duty.”  

His voice takes on a teasing tone, “You really should get better guards, I only had to ask and they let me in.” 

Samuel entered the room, and set down a tray that held a teapot, four cups, and a jar full of sugar cubes. He avoided the gazes of you and your siblings, as he poured you all tea. He bows deeply, you swear if he bows even deeper his head would touch the floor, and then quickly leaves the room. 

Glenn takes a cup, and sips, “Who is that young man anyway?” He glances at you, when he asks this, “Usually it’s Curtis serving tea.” 

You don’t deign to answer him, taking a sip of your own tea. 

“Curtis is on a honeymoon,” Ophelia opens the jar of sugar and puts a teaspoon of it in her own cup, and steadily mixes it, “We’re left with his nephew, Samuel.” You notice the way her eyes shine the same way it does when she talks about her horse Galadrielle. A small smirk forms on your face. It appears your little sister has a crush on the lousy servant. 

James grunts, “Curtis could’ve at least taught the boy how to make proper tea,” His frown intensifies, “Tastes like dishwater.” 

“How would you know what dishwater tastes like?” You raise a brow, sipping your tea that, while not the best, doesn’t taste like dishwater. 

Glenn clears his throat, “Anyways, I would like to apologize for my intrusion, and whatever shock I may have inflicted with my arrival,” He glances at you from the corner of his eye, no doubt wondering about your reaction. 

You simply raise your brow as he continues to speak.

“I am aware that you do not want me here, but I have come to propose an offer to you,” Glenn pulled out the suitcase, and set it on the table beside the platter. With a click, it opens and he pulls out a thin stack of papers, “I assure you, it is worth your time.” 

James takes the paper, and reads through it. Since he was young, James was always the most expressive of your siblings. So when you saw the whirlwind of emotions that went through his face, you braced yourself for what was to come. 

He passed the papers to you, his uncharacteristic silence worried you. Guess you’ll find out what all the trouble is about.

The first page was innocuous, it had his name, age, gender, date of birth, all the usual stuff. It was the second page that started to get interesting, it included his involvement in multiple famous cases, most of which you heard of in passing but you knew how famous they were even with your shallow pool of knowledge. What caught your eye however, was one near the end of the list of long accomplishments: 

12. Involved in the campaign for the legalization of same-sex marriage in the country of Ethain as well as the first to propose the notion to the high court, and is known to have written the Eros Papers, which aided in persuading the high court to approve of the legalization of same-sex marriage. 

Your eyes widened, but you didn’t allow yourself to react more than that. You continued to flip through, till your eyes landed on a text that stated that if you were to refuse to sign the papers, information would be released of the family's involvement in… less than moral acts. 

Your hands moved quickly as you read faster, how did he know all of this? Your cousin Maddox’s drug addiction, your mother’s affair, your own affair with the Grand duke, your grandparent’s stealing of the rights to Johnathan Shaffer’s patent. The family’s darkest secrets, all in a few papers. 

You glared at Glenn, “How did you know all of this?” You wanted to wipe off that expression on his face, preferably with your fist. 

“Know what?” Ophelia had a confused expression on her face. James’ reaction was concerning enough, but you actually showing at least a modicum of genuine anger was even more so. 

You handed her the papers, and got up from your spot on the sofa. You racked through your mind as you tried to figure out how Glenn discovered these secrets. Even when Glenn lived here, he was still only the gardener’s son, privy to the same amount of secrets as all the other servants. Which was none. Zero, zip, zilch, nada. 

Ophelia gasped, and dropped the papers. Her eyes, the same hue of [e/c] as yours, were widened in shock, “H-how?” She looked at Glenn, who lounged casually on the sofa he sat on, “What do you want from us?” 

Glenn smiled, it was beautiful, just like the rest of him. God, you hated how you were still so weak for him. Even after all this time, even after he left you without anything more than a shoddy note. 

“What I want from you, is the position as the family’s lawyer,” He paused, and then his smile grew as his hazel eyes locked with your [e/c] ones, “And [Name]’s hand in marriage.” 

You stifled the urge to groan. Glenn was always such a weirdo, and that still hasn’t changed, even if it’s been over a decade. You made your way back over to the sofa, and plopped back down, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at Glenn who simply kept on smiling. 

This felt wrong, you weren’t used to not being the one in control. Despite how lazy you are, you’re always the one in charge in any situation, that’s just how things are when you’re from the [L/N] family. 

But Glenn, for all of his weirdness, was by all accounts a genius. He was always meant for something more than tending to the gardens, you knew that from the moment you met him. And it always made you feel so inferior. The current situation didn’t help negate that feeling.

Your hand in marriage was one thing, but the position of the family lawyer belonged to Glenn’s own uncle. Erik Alston. You didn’t remember him much, but he was always kind to you and to Glenn. 

“Do you really want to take Erik’s job?” You raised a brow at him, “He’s your uncle, if you recall.” 

Glenn shrugs, and then takes another sip from his tea, “That’ll be between me and my uncle,” He then asks you a question, “Do you want all your secrets to be exposed to the court?” 

You purse your lips. The [L/N] family was of a high esteem, despite simply being a ducal family. If the public knew about the crimes of your family, anybody bearing the [L/N] name would be shunned from the court, and you could be subjected to a public execution for your family’s crimes. 

“Why are you bringing this to us?” James asks, he stares at Glenn, “Why not our parents?” 

Glenn chuckles, “Your parents are… how do I put this?” He hums, “Well, they wouldn’t really care. Your mother is too busy banging Baron Hensley, and your father is too focused on tending to his hunting dogs to care about his own children.” 

He takes another sip of his tea, “Besides, they’re getting old,” Glenn sets his cup down, now that it’s empty, “And I don’t want anything from them. All I want, I can get from you, [Name].” 

You bury your face in your hands. A younger, more naive, you would’ve been thrilled to hear this. The boy you were in love with telling you all he wanted, you could give him. You would’ve thought it was so romantic. 

But now all you can think is that you’re so screwed. And not in the way you’d like to be. 

“James, Ophelia,” You lift your face from your hands, “Leave us.” 

Ophelia furrows her brow, “Are you sure, [Name]?” 

James gets up from his spot on the couch, and walks over to Ophelia, and pulls her up, “Let’s just listen to him,” He glares at you, perhaps he blames you for what’s happening right now. You can’t help but agree with that notion. “Maybe he’ll get us out of this.” 

James leads Ophelia out of the room, she sends you back a worried glance, and then the door shuts behind them. 

Now it’s just you and Glenn in this room. It feels like you’ve been caged in with a rabid dog, ready to lunge at you and rip into your jugular. In another world, if you were just a bit more classist, you’d be treating him like one. Perhaps this wouldn’t happen if you just beat him into his place, scolded and disciplined him like the bad boy he was being. 

Glenn gets up from the sofa, and makes his way over to you. He sits down where James was only earlier, and runs a hand down your cheek. Before, his hands were always warm and rough from a day of work. They were still rough, but they were colder now. Suddenly, Glenn’s hand grabs your chin, and you wince at the harsh feeling of his nails digging into your skin. 

“I missed you…” He breathed in your scent, “God, I fucking missed you.” Glenn released your face, and then pulled you in, arms wrapping tightly around you. He gripped you like a child would grip its favorite toy, it felt suffocating, and you hated how he smelled like leather. 

“You know, when I found out about your affair with the grand duke,” Glenn rests his head on the crook of your shoulder, “I was devastated. I was in the capital when I found out, and I wanted to march over to the duke’s palace and beat his smarmy little face in.” His grip tightened on you as he said these words. 

If he wanted you to be guilty about sleeping with the grand duke, he had another thing coming. Sure, Christopher Avery was a dickhead, but he was an attractive dickhead, and he was surprisingly good in bed despite his family being highly religious and always preaching about ‘marriage before sex’ and being vehemently against the legalization of same sex marriage. 

And unlike Glenn, you weren’t willing to wait a decade for him to come back. 

“But… I get it,” Glenn’s voice grew soft, “You were lonely, and you needed somebody to keep you company. I.. I can’t say I haven’t slept with others.” Now that’s surprising, you fully expected him to still be untouched. You always expected him to have saved himself for you, not because that’s what you wanted but because it just seemed like something he’d do. 

“Who did you do it with?” You asked. Was it with a prostitute? A fellow student? Perhaps some man he met at a bar? 

“I don’t know. All I know is that he looked like you,” Glenn’s arms wrapped tighter, his hair tickling your neck, “But don’t worry about it, he’s gone now.” He said that like he expected you to be relieved or something, but instead you were starting to feel unnerved. 

“Let’s get married,” Glenn unwrapped an arm, and brought it to your hair, which he played with, “Like we said we would, when we were younger.” 

You sighed, “Glenn, we were kids, you don’t actually think…” But he pressed a finger to your lips. 

“Shhh…” From his expression, you could tell he wanted you to keep your mouth shut, “The marriage will be good, for both you and your family. You won’t have to worry about managing the estate, and your family gets to keep all its secrets.” 

“And you?”

He smiled, looking so much like the boy you fell in love with, “I’ll get to be with you, and that’s all I want.”

You could care less about not having to manage the estate, that was already assured for you through James, who grew up wanting nothing more than to be the next duke. But keeping the family’s secrets secret, that… you’d kill for that. 

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad for you to be with Glenn. He was smart, good-looking, and no matter how long it’s been, he’s still the boy who stole your heart the day he left all those years ago. 

You shift your body, so that you’re now resting on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist, and you drape your arms around his shoulders. You’re so close to his face now, his eyes are wide, and his cheeks are starting to become red. You run a hand through his dark hair, and give him a peck on the forehead. Delighting in the way the red on his cheeks starts to spread to his ears. 

“Alright then,” You smirk. Although Glenn is the one holding all the cards, you’re still his greatest weakness, and that means you’re the one in control, “I’ll marry you, Glenn Alston.”

You press your lips against his, and smile, “Till death do us part.”

#yandere oc #yandere male #yandere male x reader #Glenn Alston #x reader #male reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you

[missartistabby]

Couldn't stop thinking of Lucifer calling Diavolo up to ask permission to handle the doctor situation regarding Beel. So I doodled it at work 😂

Caption:

Lucifer: Hello darling~ This new doctor said I didn't have the authority to listen to what he had to say about Beel. Can I have permission to handle this as I see fit? Of course I won't do too much damage~

Doctor: Plz don't kill me

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer fanart #art #fanart #traditional doodle

[ediedoodle]

Rules

Moe Doodle x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, sadist!Moe (ish) and masochist!reader, pet names (baby, slut), P in V, riding crop punishment, degradation

Author’s note: sorry, it’s not letting me tag u <3 i’m gonna be honest w u, i completely forgot abt this request up until this morning bc i was so caught up in my work load that i hadn’t written anything down yet. so excuse how rushed this is and i sincerely apologise if this isn’t what u wanted 😬❤️

It was a usual Friday night; Deedee and Rooney were out at the park, you were propped up on the couch flipping through an old book, and Moe was playing with a loving dote you'd come to silently envy.

Now, there was no denying that Moe tended to your needs and handled you with as much care (and not so much), but without real distraction to keep your mind busy, your eyes glared toward the drumsticks gripped in Moe’s hands, willing the snare drum to rap away and the floor tom to make hollow rumbles.

You'd spent the evening trying to get Moe’s attention to no avail; he drowned out your humming and directed coughs with a heavier bang on the crash cymbal, thrown a simple "almost done, baby" your way when you sighed and asked how much longer he'd be.

You knew the rules: you were not to touch his drumsticks without permission. You knew not to cross that boundary, and knew even better how failing to comply would end, but you'd had enough.

With a frustrated groan, you got up and carelessly grabbed his drumsticks, attempting to remove them from Moe’s hold. Without missing a beat, Moe had lifted you to your feet, paying extra mind to gently place his drumsticks down on his stool; his other hand roughly grabbed at your hair and painfully twisted until he had a fist secured against your scalp.

You froze.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? You know the rules. I thought I taught you better than that." You could do little more than whimper as you lifted yourself on tiptoes to meet his pull on your hair.

His collarbone harshly met your right ear and he turned his face with a fanning breath against your temple, whispering a vile promise as you struggled in his grasp. A small giggle slipped past your tongue before you could stop it.

A mistake.

"You're gonna regret that, slut", and with a harsh bite to your neck, Moe released your hair with a shove, sending you down onto the floor beside his drum kit.

You took a second to collect yourself silently - knowing better than to make a sound - before shifting to kneel at his feet, your scared gaze meeting his emotionless eyes as they stared down at you. A swat of his foot against your thigh reminded you of your manners, as you quickly placed your hands on your lap, palms spread open and facing up towards the ceiling. 

With a low hum, Moe circled you as you fought to keep your gaze straight forward, knowing you'd be scolded otherwise. A few paces more and Moe pivoted towards the guitar double-doors.

“Don’t move a muscle,” he said. You could only nod in reply.

He swung the doors open and walked towards his bedroom. Yanking at the handle of his bedside table to open up the drawer, Moe’s eyes scanned over the various items set out in the drawer. The belt deemed too typical, the paddle too wide to get the point across, while the riding crop brought a wicked smile to Moe’s face. 

With a quick jab at the drawer to close it, Moe jogged back into the clubhouse to find you still exactly where you were. He turned to you, his eyes glanced down at your exposed palms, tormenting you with a swat to the air with the crop. As he approached you, your eyes flinched closed for a second as you braced for the sharp sting you had acquainted yourself with a few times before.

Instead, you felt the gentle caress of the pad of leather against your cheek as Moe lazily toyed with his weapon of choice. Forcing back the shiver fighting to release itself through your body, you flinched as Moe’s sharp tone broke through the silence of the room, barking at you to twist on your knees to face the couch.

Once situated, the crop was brought down onto your thigh, the edge of it catching your awaiting palm. Moe’s grip on your hair stilled your wince, his lips ghosting your ear as his lips spilled venomous words. 

"Needing my attention all the damn time. Pretty pathetic, don't you think?" His words somehow hurting more than the sting of the crop, sending a chill down your spine as you swallowed the lump forming in your throat and your face burned from embarrassment. The rhetorical question left unanswered as Moe smirked at the redness dwelling on your cheeks.

You had little time to wallow as Moe gave his orders, "Stay still and keep those palms spread. No counting today, brat. Instead, you're going to apologise to me with every hit. You miss one, I’m gonna have to start again. And if I see those palms even start to close, I start again too. You got it?" With a small nod, you bit your cheek as the first snap of the crop met your right palm. 

A small wince and a quiet "sorry, Moe" began a succession of harsh thwacks to your palms, leaving behind marks that would surely welt.

The tenth hit elicited a small whimper, one that Moe chose to ignore, as he brought your aching palms to his lips to place soothing kisses to the abused skin; a small glimpse of your Moe, to praise and encourage you. 

Soft green eyes stared into yours as Moe mumbled a gentle "Colour, baby?" into your ear. All it took was an enthusiastic squeak of "green" and a small smile from you to darken those eyes to pools of black and the grip on your wrist to tighten. His other hand beckoned you up from the floor, small stings left in the wake of the floorboards that scorched at your knees, as he held your wrists steady you as you adjusted to your feet.

The shiver of excitement that travelled down your spine was harshly subdued by the booming voice to the right of you. "We're not done here” accompanied a harsh shove to your back as your knees met the edge of the couch, digging uncomfortably into the frame as you held yourself there.

Moe wordlessly ripped your pants and panties down your legs until they met the bend of your knees, a slap to your arse urged you to kick them off and position yourself on all fours on the bed. As you tugged your shirt and bra off too, Moe stepped back; a small growl left his chest before heat rushed up to the tip of your ears at the demand barked at you from behind. 

“Present yourself to me properly, slut. Have I not taught you well enough? Or are you just plain stupid?" His stinging words had tears brimming your eyes.

You shifted to widen your legs apart with a mumbled "Sorry", your left cheek pressed to the mattress and your hands grasped at your arse cheeks to spread yourself; leaving you completely under the scrutiny of Moe’s darkened glare, and utterly vulnerable to his wrath. 

You barely heard the taunting "much better" leave his lips, the sound of his jeans zipper reverberated around the room, the ruffle of denim and the snap of underwear elastic following suit. 

You felt a warm calloused hand grab at the swell of your arse, roughly kneading as you felt his warm breath fan across your entrance and the nudge of his nose against your skin. The cold bit at where Moe’s hand had been on your arse as he pulled away, only to bring it back down with force; a warm sting in the shape of his palm gracing your skin.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood." 

You released a breath you hadn't realised you were holding.

A calloused thumb roughly met your clit without warning and you lurched forward with a gasp, the tight grip on your hip preventing you from escaping. The circling of Moe’s thumb grew quicker as your whimpers grew louder, the tip of Moe’s dripping cock tapping your entrance had you edging backwards to gain friction, eliciting an unapproving noise from Moe. 

"You going to be a good girl and show me that you've learnt your lesson?" A small nod and a moan from you were all it took for Moe to press the head of his cock to your entrance, grabbing your wrists and binding them together with his hands as he steadied himself.

Moe tightened his hold on you, spreading his fingers to reach up your forearms, using his grip to force your body back onto him, your pussy sucking him in with an embarrassing squelch.

"So fucking wet. All for me? Like being put in your place, huh, slut?" You could only let out a pathetic whine in response as Moe found a rhythm in his thrusts, one hand reached up to wrap your hair around his fist, tugging back harshly. 

"I asked you a question." The venom in his voice had your knees buckling underneath you and a gush of arousal seeped out of your entrance and down Moe’s shaft.

You shrunk in on yourself as a pathetic "Y-Yeah" left your lips, seemingly enough to satiate Moe for now.

A harsh thrust sent a guttural moan spilling over your tongue, your pussy clenching tightly around Moe’s cock as he tightened the hold on your hair; the leverage allowing him to bring your back flush against his chest and pound mercilessly into you. 

“Ah, fuck" Moe’s composure dropped for a second as you continued to tighten around him, your rushed gasps and the rapid rise and fall of your chest telling him that you were close. He regained composure as his thrusts became harsher. The tip of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside you, bending you to his will even more. 

"You wanna cum? Think you deserve to cum on my dick?" Nodding uncontrollably, moans broke through the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet squelch of your arousal. You felt a rough thumb meet your clit once again, bullying the bundle of nerves as a white heat threatened to spread through you. 

"Use your manners, ask nicely.” You could hear the smirk on his face as your panting quickened, and you thrusted your hips back to meet his thrusts with urgency.

"Please, Moe, please. Need to cum— Been so good. Need you to cum in me". The words tumbled out of you, rambling as you felt yourself about to burst. 

"So desperate for me to claim you, huh? Go on, whore. Cum for me.”

Your fists tightened in Moe’s grip, the sting from your welted palms helping to send you over the edge. 

A shrill scream of Moe’s name broke through your chest and out of your mouth; a gush pouring over his dick with the same urgency. His thrusts became sloppier as he lowered your weight back onto the bed, tensing as you felt the delicious throb of his cock inside you, his seed painting your insides.

Stilling his hips, Moe loosened the grip on your wrists, laying them gently next to your head as you regained your breath. The loving glide of his fingertips against the soft skin of your back coaxed you back to him from your hazy headspace. He gently pulled out, soothing you with a kiss to your spine when you gasped at the emptiness.

#doodlebops #moe doodle #moe doodle smut #the doodlebops #ediedoodle

[ogumotion]

Over the years i drew so many nejiten drawings but i never posted until now T.T I don't know if anyone is interested in it so i will just dump random things i can find here ahsgwhahsh

The first 2 drawings are from a comic I never posted.. the third is a family concept art, the fourth one is just a doodle, and the fifth one is from another comic!! Maybe I will post them one of these days... if i find the confidence ahsgdhs

Also!! I am not sure if ppl will see this post but I have had this question for a very long time: is it rude to draw art of a fanfiction ( T_T)? Over the years I have read a lot of nejiten stories and I've drawn scenes and even full comics of some but I never posted them because I wasn't sure if it would be rude to the author.. Usually I would ask for permission but some of these stories were written even before I was born (￣д￣;) so I doubt the author would see my message.. Plz let me know!!!

#nejiten #neji x tenten #one day i will muster the confidence to post my full Nejiten portfolio... #these are from 1-4 years ago i think?? most of my older drawings are in ms paint but I dont think i want to show those >.<

[mr-badjokes]

Bunch of doodles I made while reading The Devil Beneath The Mask by @seijohs-manager :3

It's barely starting but it looks super promising!! super excited for Goro and Akira's reunion asfsfsf

Live Akechi reaction to this lucky fucker that had the NERVE to awaken during his first time in the metarverse who does he think he is-

Nerds

Goro trying to protect Akira and him being like: fuck u i want to go to the deadly magic place and u cant stop me

After killing Wakaba ...

Goro Akechi's Metarverse For Dummies!! Now on Sale by 9,99¥, including the guides: "Killing my first shadow" and "So you became a Metarverse assassin, what now?"

I love Akira taking Goro's half-assed metarverse explanations as a comparison point for everything XD

Ryuji and Ann: He is so nice and kind!!

Akira: I'm such a horrible person, a murderer, a manipulator, I don't deserve anyone...

Now here it comes, me designing an alt outfit for Joker because I think his 14 year old self image of a rebel was different from the one he had on canon (with permission from the author ofc)

SO, my idea right now is a more survival-oriented outfit, disheveled and that is ideal to hide in the shadows. Like, Akira believes that he has to do everything for himself and that he has NO ONE, so it reflects on an outfit that can be suited for solo palace explorations and quick scapes.

I kept the original color palette but I didn't vary it a lot bc I didn't have lots of colors at hand at that moment asfsfsf

Also, I added a hood bc why not, he deserves it. I wanted a vibe of a puffed out cat with lots of pointy corners...

Expect more later when I actually have my PC and can do digital drawings

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SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG POST AAAAA

And it's just a bunch of skechts and nothing digital bc I don't have electricity and I couldn't wait 😭, I hope you like it (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

#my artwork #p5 #persona 5 #fanart #fan fiction

[literaticat]

Can an author secretly sign copies of their own book on the shelves in shops? Is it legal? I’ve heard Neil Gaiman does it at airports? What does an author say if they get caught doing it?

For what? Like could you not?

Here's the thing: If you have been invited to do a signing, or you have said hello, introduced yourself and asked to sign stock -- fantastic. We love that. I'd give you a good pen! I'd make sure that the books are all pulled out of wherever they might be in the store so you don't miss a copy! I'd put "autographed" stickers on them and take a picture for social media and promote the books! Yay! We have signed copies!

If you are a random customer in the store and you just start pulling books off the shelves and writing in them with a sharpie -- ummm.... WTF???? I am pretty sure that's vandalism?

If I were to walk into a shoe store and whip out a sharpie and start doodling on the Air Jordans, that'd be wild behavior, right? I'd probably get kicked out of the store, at least. But IF I WERE MICHAEL JORDAN and I was doing that -- I'd be creating collector's items. Probably the shoe store would have ZERO problem with Michael Jordan doing that, and would in fact encourage it.

I have seen posts from some very (VERY) famous authors, like Neil, about doing things like this. How cheeky! Good thing he's the MJ of SF and pretty much every bookseller in the entire English speaking world knows what he looks like, so hey, if he just really wants to have that little shenanigan, go for it bro, I guess. If he "got caught" -- he and the bookseller would have a laugh, probably. Or if he ran across the one bookseller that doesn't know him, he'd be like "uh - I wrote this" and they'd look at the back of the book and see his face on it, and they'd I guess say "oh ok, carry on then?"

But personally, as a bookseller, I would MUCH prefer that he introduce himself, let me make sure he has all the stock and a comfortable place to sign, let me put the "autographed" sticker on the books so people don't just think it's random scribble-scrabble, etc. Then I'd know that these books were in my store like, ON PURPOSE, rather than worrying some joker off the street might have come in and vandalized them.

And I would DEFINITELY prefer that you, Not-Neil, ask before you sign. You won't have to think of something to say, because you won't "get caught", because you'll have permission. Yay!

[andydrysdalerogers]

He’s A Yankee Doodle Sweetheart, But She’s His Yankee Doodle Girl 

A Following Team Orders One Shot 

Song: Best Day of My Life by American Authors 

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: It's Steve's birthday and he doesn't want to celebrate. He just wants a day with his girls. But he should know, always expect the unexpected, especially on your birthday!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; SMUT; mentions of traumatic delivery

Mood boards by me but dividers by @firefly-graphics

AN: A surprise one shot to celebrate Steve's birthday. To the people in the States, Happy Independence Day! To everyone else, Happy Tuesday :)

Taglist - I'm including everyone on the current taglist from Sliding Into Home but if you would like me not to do that, please let me know.

@patzammit @texmexdarling @slutforchrisjamalevans @firephotogrl74 @before-we-get-started @jennmurawski13-writes @tinkerbelle67 @bunnyforhim

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Steve Rogers doesn’t like his birthday.  

Never has.  

Never will.  

Sure, it lands on the 4th of July and there are fireworks and food, but it’s always about the holiday and not his birthday. So why bother? 

He hasn’t been home on his birthday for a few years now anyway, a race is always scheduled during that time.  His mother makes an effort to make it out for said race and Olivia has tried to make it special in the seven years they have been together. But he hates that its always overshadowed.  So, this year, he asked if they could just not.  His mother is staying the states this year and he, Olivia and his girls take a couple of days in Austria.  

The night before, his wife lays next to him and they cuddle, exhausted after running after their three-year-old twins. God, he loves his girls, but Davina and Matilda are mini Olivias and well, the world is not ready for them.  

As he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the day when his girls are older and ready to be put into race cars. Liv had retired when they were born, wanting to raise them and allow him to pursue his third championship. They traveled with him now, at least until school starts.  Then they would be based in California. They never talked about having another, Liv saying that what they had was perfect.  Steve always dreamt of having a son to carry on the Rogers/Williams legacy. But he wouldn’t voice that to Liv.  Her pregnancy with Davy and Mattie was difficult at the best of time and at the worst, he almost lost all three. No, he wouldn’t let that dream out. His girls were enough.  

His dream morph in the middle of the night into something more pleasurable.  Dreaming of his sexy baby momma, riding him hard, soaking him to the bone. He moans in his sleep, fuck it felt so real. She slipped off of him and slide down, taking him in her mouth.  She sucked her arousal off of him. Fuck, Livie, baby, such a dirty girl, he moaned.  My good girl.  He reached for his cock to pump it in his sleep when he felt a tangle of hair bobbing on his rock hard dick. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife staring at him as she swallowed him whole.  

She popped off as she continues to pump the base of his cock.  “Happy birthday Stevie.”  She went right back on him as he tangled his fingers in her hair.  

“Fuck, Livie, that mouth is so warm, so good,” he praised her like he knew she would like and she moaned, the vibration radiating down over his cock. “Shit, baby, c’mere.”  He pulled her off of him and pulled her on top, kissing her hard.  He flipped them so he was on top. “You are a naughty one, Bug.” 

“Only for you,” she replied with a smirk.  

“Fucking love you, Livie.”  He kissed her as he spread her legs and slid right into her soaked heat. “Favorite place in the world,” he moaned as he thrusted gently.  

Liv sank her nails into his bacl. “More, Stevie, fuck me more,” she moaned.  

Steve smiled as he pinned her hands by her head and thrusted harder and deeper into her. “I love you baby so much.”  

“I love you.  Stevie, shit, gonna come.”  

“I’ve got you Liv. Go on, baby. Give it to me.” 

Liv arched her back as her legs shook and her release washed over her. Watching Olivia cum was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen and always caused him to follow right behind her. He grabbed under her ass to lift her slightly as he chased his end and cummed harder than he imagined.  

Their bedroom was silent, bar the heavy breathing as they came down from their highs.  

“So, good start to your birthday?” 

Steve laughed hard as he held his wife and kissed her head.  “The best.”  

As Steve stirred his coffee, he smiled as he heard the soft sounds of his girls waking up with Liv. He loved his girls, truly, but they were sassy as fuck. Luckily, he did have his nephew, Simon, Bucky and Natasha’s boy, to get his “son” energy out.  A pitter of feet hit the staircase at their vacation home and the girls bounced into the room.  

“Happy Birthday Papa!” 

“Thank you, my Angels.”  He kneeled down to receive their hugs. He pulled back to study his girls. Davy took after him, blonde curls, and his nose. Mattie took after her mother with her dark curls but both girls had his ocean blues. 

“Papa, we go for a swim?” Davy asked.  

“Gonna make me a picnic?” 

“Momma says we will,” Mattie offers.  “Pwease papa?” 

“Its sounds like a perfect day Angels. But let’s have some breakfast before we get ready, ok?” 

The girls scramble to their safety steps to help make breakfast with Steve. He put their bowls out and the fruit they would use.  He loved teaching his girls healthy habits in the guise of helping papa with meals.  Once he had them settled in their booster with their breakfast, he scrambled some eggs and bacon for himself and Liv.  

“Baby, it’s your birthday.  I wouldn’t have done it,” Liv says as she comes in, typing her hair up.  

“It’s just another day, Bug.” Steve smiled. “Buck, Nat, Frank, Sam and Tony are stopping by later for a drink but otherwise is, this is all I ever wanted for a normal, non-celebration day.”  

After jumping and splashing all day with his daughters, Steve relaxed into the daybed chair, his daughters asleep for their nap.  Liv came over, beer in her hands for him, a soda for her. “Hey baby.”  

“Hi love.” He took one of the beers and clinked with her glass. “It’s so calm here.” 

“It is.” She took a slip and laid her head on his chest. She sighed, the sound coming out a little despondent.  

Steve frowned as he lowered his sunglasses. “Livie, baby, what’s wrong?” 

“Been thinking about stuff.”  

“What stuff, honey?” 

“Just future stuff.  Wondering what you would think.”  

“About what?” 

“Just,” she sighed again. “Maybe I just miss the girls being babies is all.  They are going to be four this year and we have to start thinking about school and stuff…” 

Steve smiled softly. “And you miss your babies.”  

“And I miss my babies.” She went quiet for a moment. “We never talked about whether we wanted another after…” 

“After you and the girls almost died,” he said softly. “Baby, I didn’t want to bring it up because you were so scared after. The post-partum was so bad, and I was just scared that you would spiral again if I brought it up.” He pulled her all the way onto his lap. “Do you?” He swallowed.  “Do you want another?” 

She looked up at him and gave a small nod. “I mean, if you want.”  

“Honey, it’s your body.” 

Liv looked at him pensively. “I think I do.”  

“I loved seeing you pregnant, and experiencing all the changes, feeling the girls kick,” Steve said with a smile. “So, let’s try for one more.”  

She snorted. “One more. You and your super sperm gave me two.”  

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m an overachiever.”  They laughed and Steve hugged Olivia closer to him.  

Maybe this was his chance. 

As Liv went to get the girls ready for their guests, Steve was picking up from the art project the girls decided they wanted to make for their aunt and uncles. He loved that his girls got his art skills. The doorbell rang and he went to let his friends in.  

“Hey punk, happy birthday!” Bucky reach for his best friend to give him a one arm hug as Simon was in his arms.  

“Thanks, jerk.  Hey, my little man, how are you?” He took the 18-month-old from his father’s arms and tossed him in the air.  It made him excited that he would get to do that with his own little one again in the near future.  

“Hey guys,” he greeted as Nat, Sam, Tony and Frank came in.  “Liv and the girls will be down in just a few minutes.  We had an incident with some finger paints.” He pointed to the art on the table. “There is one for each of you.”  

“I’ll take the pink one,” Nat said. “I know they thought of me when they made it.”  

“How do you know they weren’t thinking of me?” Frank asked.  

As the friends began to bicker, Tony handed a bag to Steve. “Here you go.”  

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Steve looked at the bag with a sigh.  

“It’s your birthday, you get a gift.  Them the rules, Rogers.”  

“Thanks Tony.  No Pepper?” 

“She had to head back to the London office early.  Something about an Ultron program going haywire,” Tony waived his arm like it wasn’t important. “Anyway, open it.”  

Steve opened the bag to see a 25-year-old scotch. “Tony, wow.”  

“Figured you might need it with the mini Olivias around.”  

“I heard that Shell-head,” Liv said, holding her daughters’ hands as they walked down the stairs.  All the girls squealed as their company was scattered around the room.  They greeted everyone as they sat to chat and have a couple of drinks.  

Mattie grew restless with her sweater.  “Momma, can I take this off now?” 

Liv bit her lip.  “I guess so, baby.  Have papa help you.”  

“C’mere, munchkin one,” he said as he picked up his daughter and sat her on his knee.  “Let’s get this off.”  He pulled it off and saw a pink shirt with writing.  He pulled it taut and read, ’Rogers #1’ 

“This is cute,” Steve said. “C’mere Davy, let me get yours off too.”  He pulled the sweater off and straightened her own ‘Rogers #2’ shirt.  “Very cute Bug.”  

“I thought you might like them.” Liv blushed.  “I know you said no presents, but I got you something.” 

“Bug,” he sighed, “you promised.”  

“I know but I think you’re gonna like this one.” She handed him a small blue bag. He took it warily and gave a tight smile.  His friends all looked, well kinda smug.  He shook it off and opened the bag.  Inside was a bracelet box and a blue shirt.  He opened the box and froze.  

“Livie,” he swallowed, “baby…” 

“So, remember in Montreal I wasn’t feeling great,” she started. “Turns out, I’m pregnant.” She chewed on her lip as she waited for Steve’s mind to catch up with his eyes.  Eyes that are fixated on the positive pregnancy test in his hands.  

“We’re having a baby?” 

“We’re having a baby.”  

Steve pulled his wife into his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He kissed her hard as the group wolf whistled and yelled out their congratulations.  

“You didn’t see the other thing in the bag,” Liv said.  

“Don’t much care,” as Steve continues to hold his wife.  “A baby.  I can’t believe it.”  

“But Stevie, you gotta look,” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and pulled the blue cloth from the bag. Its smaller than he expected but he shakes it open.  

Rogers #3, Like Father, Like Son  

“A b- a boy?” 

“They did genetic testing, everything is fine,” she reassured him, “but they were able to tell me the gender. Now we have our boy. I know it’s what you wanted.”  

“How did you know?” 

“I see the way you are with Simon.  You’re a brilliant girl dad, Stevie but I know you wanted a boy as well. And now we have both,” she said with a loving smile.  

“How far along are you?” 

“Eleven weeks. Been dying to tell you but with our schedule and flying and the girls I just didn’t have the chance. Are you mad?” 

“Mad? No Bug, I’m not mad.” He kissed her softly. He looked back at his friends who were standing to start hugging. “They all knew?” 

“Well, someone, Tony, heard me talking to Mom and your Ma and couldn’t keep his mouth shut. So we set this up because it’s your birthday and…” 

He stopped her with a hug.  “This has been the best birthday ever.”  

“Really?” 

“Really. Thank you Livie.” 

“Happy birthday daddy.” She pat her stomach as his girls came to hug him around his legs. “We love you.” 

Everyone here at the FIA are sending their heartfelt congratulations to Red Bull Racing and their driver Steve Rogers.  The team announced that Steve’s wife, former champion Olivia Rogers, has given birth to a healthy baby boy, Christopher James. Team principle, Andy Barber confirmed that mother and son are doing well, and that older siblings Davina and Matilda are excited to have their brother join the family.  Rogers is set to return to defend his third world championship in March in Bahrain. We wish the Rogers family all the best! 

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #following team orders #following team orders one shot #chris evans au #steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x ofc Olivia Williams-Rogers #formula one au #happy birthday Steve #Happy Birthday Cap

[chromatic-lamina]

Any number you haven't yet answered but want to for the writer ask meme!

Heh-heh! Great ask ❤️

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue? One with no dialogue, because I can always throw in reported speech and thought processes. Takes a particular skill to make a fic that is all dialogue authentic and interesting.

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who? Sometimes. I won't name 'em cos' I don't want to clutter up their notifications, but especially for exchanges, or if I've used someone's art (with permission) as inspiration, or for zines, etc.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it? Okay, I guess the most recent is valuta from the Corazine (aftersales almost finished, but that's just an aside). I thought I did a pretty good job on portraying what the Donquixote brothers went through, also Cora's relationship with Sengoku and Law, and then Law with Sengoku, but maybe it was too much for the word count. It got very little interaction in the way of comments, at least. I like the KidLaw fics I did for the 2022 exchange and for the OP secret santa that year, but they remain two of my least popular fics (in terms of hits).

I like valuta for story parallels (Cora and Doffy, Law and Lami, etc.). I like the KidLaw fics because they make me laugh.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful? Yeah. I think I've answered this before, and it's not massively popular compared to some fandom behemoths, but the Usopp vs the Heart Pirates fic: Dark like the North Blue Sea (aka The Sea-Hill you Die On) . I think it grew in popularity because it's canon compliant (also, maybe funny). Once a fic gets a certain number of kudos or hits too, it feeds its popularity growth, because people sort by kudos and hits, so all those hidden gems remain hidden! I'm happy that people enjoy it though!

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written? Probably the one that @afterdeck-ace gave me of: Chopper and Law talking about courage or Jolly Rogers. They're talking about both in softening the fall of snow. That's followed or on par with screen / shiki-e, which was inspired by a tsute doodle. You can see the doodle and links to tsute's art on the AO3 page.

47. If [taxi] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

Her jeans cost more than his weekly pay, hell — monthly— and her sneakers were scuffed and used in a way that hid or emphasised their one-of-a-kind design. Pretty cool. A red tonbo — dragonfly — from what he could see, stretched from the toe, its thorax and segmented body running along one side of the shoe, a blue chrysanthemum and pond reeds rising from the heel and undulating in the air below the insect.

I used a ref for that, but can't remember where I sourced it from.

I changed a few things, and the maker's name is on the jpg, fortunately!

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Yes! I recommend it: Ours lives like sand in the gears of the world by @afterdeck-ace (Lily_Amazon). A platonic Law & Robin ficlet that explores the parallels and differences between them so well.

Also, a quick but satisfying read (sounds like Borsalino's possible reflection on Akainu) with this fic, In The Dappled Sun. Lemon mentioned (tumblr's being silly with throwing out community settings left, right and centre, so sorry for the return to FFN vocab). Fic author @kookoofufu

Am continuing to read saltyrock's It Takes a Lot to Know a Man but haven't read the latest chapter yet. LawBin and CrocoBin. Endgame LawBin.

There's a lot of good stuff out there, and so little time!

#one piece #lawbin #fic recs #kidlaw #tony tony chopper #trafalgar law #nico robin #eustass kid #fanfiction writer asks meme #chromalami #long post #donquixote brothers #chromafics #chromafic #chromask #rimetin

[binarybitex]

Since today is appreciation day, I obviously had to send something in ^^ This is going to be really long because I have a lot to ramble about -w-

Let's start with the obvious. Cardboard Castle. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!! I feel so lucky to have been graced with an over 100k-long slow burn with my favorite pair. You had my ass checking the tag every day to see if it had gotten an update. Every chapter is amazing, but 4 and 5 have to be my favorite. Something about them is just… idk. Maybe it's because I absolutely love carnivals and go to them every chance I get, and the way you described them it just made me feel like I was reliving them. Plus the corn maze scene?? Dawg you had me feeling like Sebastian thinking “Just kiss him!!” The fact that it’s not really a date, but totally is. Just reading it makes me feel so festive, no matter the time of year. Thinking about it now I have the urge to make some apple cider. With all the inspiration I get from it: here’s a little mood board based on it!

As for chapter 5, I really just enjoyed the dialogue at the end. The vibes are also immaculate. I can enjoy a good angsty fic like the next guy, but David and Max just bonding with each other and being mundane makes me feel so soft. The dialogue really felt like two people just going over old memories. In your author’s note, you mentioned it would be a boring chapter, but I feel like it was anything but boring. Whenever I want to read something fluffy, I always go back to that chapter. Plus what Max did to Charly was hilarious. I don’t have as much to say about this one as I did chapter 4, but nonetheless, I love it!! To be honest, it was after reading chapter 5 that I really got into writing and decided to upload my work/become more active in the maxvid community as a whole.

And onto Heart Hallow ;D I don’t usually find myself getting into OC projects, but when webtoons recommended it to me, I was like “I’ll give it a go” AND I’M GLAD I DID BECAUSE AJDGWMEOWHFE. I adore the characters, the drawings (particularly the coloring you do for each panel!), and the little stories they go through each chapter. I can tell so much love went into it from just seeing how you talk about it when asked. Kara is up there as one of my favs (yes because she’s Aroace but it has a good personality!! I just like seeing Aroace characters >w>) but Lewis and Zeke are my top too. On several of my assignments, I have Z + L scribbled on them surrounded by hearts. It has driven my friends crazy trying to figure out who they are LMAO.

And just like I do with all my favorite media, I had to insert my OC in there somewhere :3 So, Spencer! I had a lot of fun filling out her card and doing the little edit. She managed to sneak her way into employment at HH (I’m not creative, please just accept this.) and is one of the housekeepers. So two things about her. One, she’s an artist. She does a lot of landscapes/portraits. And two, she’s super messy. Which is why she has a bunch of paint all over her! She’s good at getting it out though.

Anyways, the reason that she has paint all over her is that she noticed a lot of the walls at the hotel needed to be touched up, and since she’s really good with matching colors (make-up artist), she used what paint the hotel did have to create the color needed to re-paint the walls. Then she heard about the old murals that used to be on the walls (probably from Lewis) and was like, “Wait a second. I can paint landscapes. I should do that!” So she got (dubious) permission from Mr. Wright and got to painting! She does it whenever she has time. Mr. Wright seems like he wouldn’t care, cause free art. So yeah. She does a lot of painting so constantly dirty, much to Lewis’s annoyance. And every holiday she gives all her co-workers paintings because it's cheap and easy.

And some doodles :> Not the greatest artist but I like to think I’m funny.

She suffers from having bad taste in men disease :( Her two friends, Ava and Mia run a bakery and anytime they have leftovers they give them to her. If she has anything left from that she’ll take in with her to share the next day. She is also super tall (6’5) because it's funny to insert her into a show/movie/comic and have her be the tallest person there. I also had another meme in mind but I don’t think I’ll finish it in time so be prepared for a random meme in your DMs one day.

And that’s it. Sorry it’s so long, I just want to make sure I say everything on my mind!! You’re super cool and I love your stuff and keep up the good work :3 Have a great day!!! (again your art is really nice to look at ok bye)

hi omg!! this is the most pleasant thing to open my phone up to and I just have to thank you for taking the time to write all this to me! 🫶

I'm beyond elated you've loved cardboard castles as much as me. it's my baby, and chapters 4&5 are my favorites too! I LOVE the moodboard!! omg!! srsly you did such an amazing job with it!

and Spencer is adorable !! I had a feeling you might have been coming up with an OC 👀 she'd fit right in with the cast. love how tall she is... the fact that she's taller than lewis is just 🤌and we're definitely missing a creative personality type at Heart Hollow! (for now. a new character gets released soon towards the end of book 1. she's an eccentric artsy kinda woman herself!)

your art is so cute, I love your style!! and the fact you filled out an employee sheet for spencer makes me so happy 🫶

have a lovely day and I hope that you'll send some more stuff my way! my asks are always open :-)

(btw ur ask totally made my day!!!!)

#heart hollow #max speaks #asks #oc #oc writing #original writing #original characters #ocs #original character #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writeblr #writblr

[ughmaru]

[Part two: Dummies]

Your turn to die headcanons: Hinako Mishuku

* Hinako has had a difficult past that has caused her to develop trust issues. She finds it hard to trust anyone, even those closest to her, and she feels like she always has to be on guard. Therefore, she tries to mask her insecurities by putting up a facade of being mature and sophisticated.

* Hinako is not a violent person, but she often has violent thoughts about people she doesn't like, which she tries her best to keep to herself. However, there are times when she feels truly threatened, and her violent thoughts can turn into actions.

* Hinako has a soft spot for hot chocolate and would never say no to a warm cup. She likes the taste, but also the feeling of comfort it gives her. The world around her can be tough and cold, but a cup of hot chocolate is like a warm embrace. (It’s already canon she likes it, but I wanted to put why she probably does ahh)

* Hinako really likes to sit next to a window where she can look outside and be wrapped in fluffy comfy blankets.

* Due to Hinako's pink hair being a distinct feature, people often touch or pull it without thinking. She finds this incredibly irritating and feels violated when someone touches her hair without permission. She wishes people would respect her personal space.

* Hinako is a night owl and struggles to fall asleep before midnight. As a result, she is often sleepy in the morning and has a tendency to nap through some of her classes.

* Hinako's humor is dry and sarcastic, which can make her come across as rude or impolite. She doesn't intend to offend, but sometimes her jokes can be misconstrued.

* Despite her lack of interest in schoolwork, Hinako is actually quite knowledgeable about certain subjects, especially those related to history and mythology. She has a fascination with the supernatural and enjoys reading books about ghosts, spirits, and mysticism.

* Hinako has a secret talent for drawing, and often spends her free time doodling in the margins of her notebooks. She's especially fond of drawing animals, and is surprisingly skilled at capturing their movements and expressions.

* Hinako has a bit of a rebellious streak. She doesn't like being told what to do and will often push back against authority figures. She's not outright disobedient, but she will sometimes test the limits of rules and boundaries.

* Being alone at night makes Hinako feel a little paranoid, she even becomes startled by the slightest of noises in these times.

* Hinako loves watching movies and shows that feature revenge and murder, as they tend to stimulate her intellectually. On the other hand, she really can't stand romantic comedies or dramas, as they often come off to her as insincere and superficial. Hinako's morbid curiosity also leads to her fascination with true-crime stories highlighting murders, kidnappings, and tortures.

#kimi ga shine #your turn to die #yttd hinako #hinako mishuku #ughmaru

[subway-boss-jericho]

Hey all! Announcement stuff!

Thank you to everyone who has been very patient with me. I swear to god i could turn into one of those Ao3 authors thats like "hahaha sorry i havent updated in so long i died and then came back to life and then i had to work 7 jobs" and im being so fucking brave about it!! ANYWAYS THATS NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!

Tomorrow is the 1 Year anniversary of steady tracks chapter 1! 🥳(and also my birthday. yes that was on purpose)

So! I wanted to give you all some updates and stuff to look forward to because oh god it sure has been an entire fucking year since I uploaded stuff and I refuse to feel bad about it but my brain is trying so hard to make me! I am working on chapter 2. Progress has been terribly slow because of severe life events, thank you for your understanding.

So!! What's next? Well, over the summer I am really fucking hoping to finish chapter 2. I know I keep saying this but literally i stg. I'm going apeshit. do you know how hard it is to think about something for an entire year and never have the time, motivation, or energy at the same time to make it exist?? fucked up!! Before that though, I have a few things.

I TOLD you all that I would talk about an AU of mine, whichever was highest voted in that strawpoll I did, and then surprise i fuckin didnt do that. I would very very much like to do that! The problem, I realized, is that I operate super hard on a reactionary basis so I am not prone to talking about anything that is mine until prompted about it or given permission. Fucking, Wack. This is my house. I should be cringe and free but nooooo. Anyways, because of this, I am planning on doing 2 things -> Actually tell you guys about spirit keeper! You all voted for him back when, and especially with that ✨Fucking, Gorgeous✨ commission from Fronomeeps I got (for me birthday :]) I really really really want to do that. And post my art more. and shit like that. seriously i need to get out of my head or I'll explode. someone needs to scream about how cool these stories are with me or I'll dissolve. -> I am thinking of doing a day long event where I stream an Aggie/(Magma?) where I draw my AUs and let people hop in to join in (as long as it stays on topic!) as well as answering as many asks as I can about my many aus and basically setting you guys up to trick me into infodumping. Because let me tell you i have a year and a halfs worth of words in my head and i am 100% confident ingo and emmet enjoyers would really like to hear them. So I wanna do a big ask party Q&A and really get things rolling!! Hopefully with drawings and doodles involved! as a celebration for myself, and as a way to open up to the greater fandom (Please leave a comment if you think that sounds cool, I'm trying to gauge interest because if i went all out and no one showed up it would be Extremely Depressing!)

ON! THAT! TOPIC!!! I am actively (literally interspersed with as I am typing this) making a UQUIZ about all of my significant AUs. For the record, there are 23 results on this quiz. I currently only have 3/23 final results completed, but it is my active focus over the weekend to finish as many of those as I can to try and complete the entire thing within a week or less. Also poking at my phrasing here, when I say my significant aus I Mean It, I have more than 23, but these 23 are the ones with stories tangible enough to start somewhere and elaborate on. I have about 10 that I would consider my main AUs, but some of the smaller ones are huge sleeper favorites.

SO YEAH!!! PLEASE LOOK FORWARD TO THAT AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!! I really wanna do fun stuff and get to know people in the fandom more than just. that person who wrote 1 chapter of a cool fic that one time. I have so much more to offer and I struggle so much to offer it. Please draw me out of my shell, I wish to enter the fandom sphere 🥺

thank you for giving me a great year <3 ((and hopefully the next one will be better <3))

#Status Update #AUs #Long Post #Ingo pokemon #Emmet pokemon #Submas #i feel a little bad about putting this on the main tags but im not joking when i say i really wanna break out of my head and do something #fun and exciting #Subway Boss Jericho Taking The PA System Aux

[missis-maple394]

SKETCH 15USD COMM - PINO'S BEE STING PLUSHIE

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Quick SKETCH15USD illustration comm for @/FlickyNicky! This one is funny, I was happy to work on this! This is referenced from animal getting stung by a bee, it looks painful at first; but goofy to look at them around! This is my character name Pino U. Polaris; He is a plush doll of polar bear variant, and an Ice Prince Commander. An abrasive, ruthless and straightforward prince taken the role of being King. One of eldest Ursus Siblings, in total of 3; pictured in my doodle section!

I'm very strict of my characters/stories, so please be respectful of my works to avoid flanderization. My client is great friend of mine who enjoyed our silly jokes together, that he knows this isn't canon to my story when it comes meme-y template. I hope you'll find amusing with this commissioned work, I had a great time drawing over. :)

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#missmapleart #msm2023 #my art #myart #ART-PORTFOLIO #digital art #digital drawing #artist on tumblr #artists on tumblr #MsMapleOCs #oc #ocs #original character #Character design #concept design #msmcommission #commisions #Castellar TRINKETS #Ursus Siblings