#i did a full body drawing yall!!!

[quintinh43]

All My Heart | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn has been off the ice for two weeks, and he isn't dealing with it well.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety/panic (attack?), general questioning of existence. Feelings, Angst, the whole roster basically.

Notes: yall please be careful reading this one! I did not mean for it to go the way it did but here we are. Please please please keep the warnings in mind, and if ever you need to stop reading please do. Take care of yourselves first loves. More notes at the end!

Wc: 1.6 k

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Quinn felt like he was going insane. He'd been off the ice for two weeks due to an upper body injury, and it felt as if the restlessness had buried itself beneath his bones. He currently lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes and a mind that wouldn't relax.

His foot shook incessantly beneath the blanket as he tried to fall asleep, but the thoughts kept whirling. He had been having trouble sleeping since he'd been benched. The constant string of anxious thoughts preventing his mind from quieting down enough for him to slip into a blissful sleep.

"Quinn." You grumble, voice laced with sleepiness. His constant foot shaking had been pulling you in and out of sleep since the two of you had settled down for the night. But you had kept quiet in the hopes that he would be able to fall asleep eventually.

"I'm sorry," Quinn whispers sheepishly, his fingers start drawing soothing circles into your waist, from where his arm is wrapped around you. "I didn't mean to wake you," he murmers, pressing his lips against your hair in a gentle kiss.

"It's alright, love. But can you please please stop shaking your foot?" You mutter, still half asleep.

"Yeah, sorry baby," he murmers sheepishly. He stills his foot, and somehow, the thoughts become ten times more intense. He's going on a full week with a total of maybe four hours of sleep. It's fucking hell. He's been getting snappy during the day. Although you mostly leave it be, because he usually apologizes right after, and you know he doesn't mean when he says it, and it's just his anxiety about not being able to play.

Deciding that there is no use in trying to sleep, he waits until your breathing evens out into a quiet snore before untangling himself from you and slipping out of the bedroom quietly. Quinn finds himself in the kitchen, with no plan on what to do. It's nearly three in the morning.

He settles onto the floor in favour of stretching. Hoping that it will help calm him at least enough so that he's no longer obscenely jittery. Unfortunately, it does nothing useful for him. His next idea is to watch a movie. Maybe something stupid and mind-numbing will put him to sleep.

He makes himself a cup of chamomile tea and sinks into the couch, turning on the first Despicable Me movie. It's perfectly stupid enough to get him no longer thinking about hockey. Except, then there's a freeze-ray. And then Vector's in-house shark aquarium is reminding him of the Canucks.

He pauses the movie and puts down his empty mug on the coffee table with such a deep sigh. It feels as though his bones are rattling. He presses his palms to his eyes in desperation, wishing oh so terribly that he could be skating and playing hockey. He feels chained, having not been allowed on the ice for so long.

His second home, his freedom. Where it feels like he's flying. Where he feels invincible, like he can do anything. Quinn springs up from the couch, and he's pacing. He paces around the living room with such fervor that he might wear a hole into the floor.

He needs to get on the ice. Now. Or he's going to rip his hair out. And then, on top of being injured, he'll also be bald. Which would be the second worst thing to ever happen to him. The first being the fact that he hasn't been allowed on the ice for two full weeks.

With no coherent plan, he creeps around the apartment, throwing his skating equipment in a spare duffle bag. He's grabbing his car keys and slipping on his shoes when the bedroom door opens with a creek.

"Quinn?" Your voice is tired and confused. You're hugging your arms around your body to protect yourself from the chill of the apartment.

Quinn looks like a deer caught in headlights. His hair is sticking up in every which direction, his eyes are red from exhaustion, and his eyebags are so so dark. He's wearing two different shoes, and for fucks sake he's not even wearing a shirt.

You amble over to him cautiously, gently tugging the duffle bag from his hand. You can see the blades of his skates sticking out of the bag. "Baby, what are you doing?" Your eyes dart over to the time on the microwave. It's 3:47 am.

"Y/n" he breathes, it's desperate and pleading, and all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and take away all his pain and worries. "I need to go- I need to get out. I'm going insane." He whispers. There's a tremor in his hands as he runs them through his hair.

"Ok, my love, we're gonna go. Let's go put on some proper clothes first." You say lacing your fingers with his and tugging him towards the bedroom. He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. Like he needs the physical reminder that you're with him. Otherwise, you'll disappear.

You successfully coax him into a hoodie and a touqe and pull a pair of sweatpants and one of Quinn's hoodies over your (his) t-shirt. Making sure Quinn is wearing the correct set of shoes, you grab the keys off the hook, sling his duffle bag over your shoulder, and grab his hand. As soon as your hands are linked again, his grip is tight. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You throw his bag in the back seat and slide into the driver's side while Quinn slips into the passenger seat. As soon as he can, he grabs your hand again. You hold your intertwined hands tucked under your chin while you drive.

"Talk to me, Quinn," you murmur softly, stroking your thumb over the back of his knuckles.

Quinn sighs shakily. He wants to talk to you. He really does. But he's so used to burying everything down, to not be a burden. He's the oldest. He's supposed to be the leader, the strong one. He knows in his heart that if there's anyone he can talk to, it's you. You don't push. You know he'll talk when he's ready.

His leg is bouncing, and he's running his hand through his hair nervously as he formulates his thoughts into coherent sentences. "I feel like i'm going insane," he mutters. "i need - i need to get on the ice. It's my freedom. I feel chained to existence because I haven't been able to skate for so long."

Your heart breaks for him as you squeeze his hand, letting him know that you're listening.

"I'm sorry, that doesn't make any sense," he sighs.

"No baby, it does, I get what you're saying," you say softly.

"It's like, I'm being punished for something. Am I a bad person?" His voice is cracking, and if you thought it impossible for your heart to break further, you were just proven wrong.

"No, Quinn, you aren't a bad person. Injuries are inevitable. You didn't do anything to deserve this. I promise you, my love." You kiss the back of his hand, hoping that your lips can pour all your love and reassurance into him.

"Where are we going?" Quinn asks, squinting curiously at the rapidly passing treeline. You had exited onto the highway a little bit ago, with no plan or intention.

You shrug your shoulders, "No idea, I'm just driving."

Guilt washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. He tugs his hand from yours and covers his face, with embarrassment and exasperation at himself. He sighs into his hands, and all of a sudden, the emotions are too much again.

"Quinn?" You glance at him with concern. He's breathing deeply, trying to keep the anxiety from spiking again.

"I'm so sorry, I woke you up and dragged out at such an ungodly hour. And fuck- you have work in the morning. Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -" he sounds like he's on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Quinn, baby, look at me." Your voice is so gentle as you wrap your hand around his wrist and tug it away from his face, "You are the most important thing to me. Forever and always, especially especially right now. Please, please, please, don't beat yourself up about it. I would drop everything for you in a heartbeat, my love."

His breathing is still shallow. You rest his hand on your chest and take deep, slow breaths. "Copy my breathing, Quinn."

It takes a minute for his breathing to match yours, "Good job Honey" you smile, keeping his hand pressed against your chest.

"Can we go home?" He whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Of course, baby, whatever you want." You take the next exit and head in the direction of your shared apartment. The drive is mostly silent, only the sounds of deep breathing and the occasional shuddering sigh fill the car.

As soon as you're back in the apartment, Quinn is pulling off his hoodie and toque, "I need you to lay on top of me," Quinn all but begs.

"Alright, lay down wherever you want." You say, stripping if your own hoodie and sweats. He lays on the floor. The bed is too soft. He can't handle the sinking feeling. You lay directly on top of him, and he let's out a relieved sigh, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Love you so much, Y/n," he murmers into your cheek.

"I love you too, Quinn, with all my heart," you say gently, stroking his hair soothingly. He falls asleep within half an hour, and you pass out right after him.

And when the two of you wake up, if you take him skating. Well, that's no one's business but your own.

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I know I said I probably wasn't gonna post for like a week and a half cause of school, but the inspiration hit, and I wrote this in like... an hour. So if it's really bad, well...

And just cause I haven't said it before, everything I write is purely fictional! I don't know how the hughes act in real life! I am simply writing them as characters.

I might end up taking this one down, so...

Anyways. Please take care of yourselves, yall. Leave comments! And as always, Love Soph.

#qh43 #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #angst #ANGSTTT #this ones sad! #take care of yourselves #captain quinn #vancouver canucks #love soph

[mrthful]

YOO MFKR DID U RLLY RLLY LIKE THAT TRICKSTER ART???

Well, u can commission me!! im opening some slots cuz mfkrs gotta get back to that grind TM

more under the mfkn cut brothers n sisters n all in betweenesses

ok idk how many of these ill take bbut probs NOT MANY cuzz yeahhh but! rules!!

ill draw p much any characters but i prefer homestuck characters more than anything, that jus means if theyre from homestuck or smth similar (hiveswap, vast error, fantrolls) ill draw it (both human and trolls)

FYI these are COLORED SKETCH COMMISSIONS meaning theyre definitely not going to be the most clean nice lookin thangs, will end up bein my choice if i make it a full or half body, and ill try to make it as brightly colored and eyestrain as i can mfkn stand (unless told otherwise)

also i take payment first, want a slot? jus dm a mfkr!! i also accept most forms of online payment, i gots all the mfkn accs so whatev works for yall < 3

YEAH!!! thats it, mfkrs gotta put food on his plate n fuel the creative buzz, these kinda count as emergency comms for me so mssg a mfkr!!!! hit a clowns dms up!!!!!

#homestuck #hiveswap #friendsim #fan troll #trollsona #homestuck oc #hiveswap oc #friendsim oc #troll oc #commissions #commission #open commissions #commissions open #xiegoz megara

[chweverni]

HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.2)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 614 author's note; pt.2 is here!! wooo what are yall's thoughts on a taesan fic involving love potions? i got the idea a while back but idk if the commitment is there lmfaoo

read pt.1 here !

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KIM DONG HYUN - physical touch/gift giving & receiving !

ESFJs are.. interesting. when they're in love, every little thing their partners do, affect the way they judge their relationship. here, leehan would definitely be the one who's into physical affection a lot. for him, a day without your hugs and kisses, or cuddles right after waking up, is enough for him to jump into conclusions that maybe your day was bad, or that you had a nightmare. he'd do everything, in his favors to make your day better. leaving you in bed, with a forehead kiss, and going out of his way to bring you breakfast in bed is something i definitely think he'll do a lot! the type to be totally into pda because he desperately needs people to know that he has the most prettiest, cutest, sexiest, smartest and loving girlfriend on this entire planet!

think of gifts such as flowers, hand-made cards, CDs or cassettes, rings, things he made in art classes such as little pots, drawings, tickets to concerts or amusement parks, because he loves to spoil his babe a lot and would swim across oceans just to get you the things you like. and this would totally go both ways, too. you would exchange gifts whenever there's a special day you both would like to cherish together.

he'll probably get you hot water bags, chocolates, snacks and warm blankets when you're on your period and would check up on you frequently to make sure you're doing fine. he would give back rubs whenever you're having cramps, while you sleep helplessly on your bed.

"i made you this during pottery classes.. see the flowers here? they're real! i glazed them afterwards.", he'll say proudly, with his adorable eye smile.

you'd kiss him immediately right there and then, which he would return in a heartbeat.

KIM WOONHAK - quality time/physical affection !

another ENFP, who has an unhealthy obsession of being with and around you 24/7 because he just loves you a lot, he can't help it okay? for him, one second without you feels like eternity. you two spend every second together, being literally attached at the hip. the type to send you messages like, "i wish you lived next to me, so that whenever i wake up, i could just stick some notes in my window, wishing you good morning, hoping you'd see them.", knowing that you'd have to literally run out of your house to reach school on time if that happened. he's the one who yaps a lot in the relationship, while all you can do is either listen with full interest, or feed into his interests by asking him more. and if you do both, he'll probably be planning a future with you, far away from the main lands, because he wants you to himself.

the type to give you surprise hugs whenever you're fully focused on something, like reading a book, to see you flinch. he'll probably be into the concept of cheek touching, as a form of greeting you. be prepared for random kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips, hands and knuckles through out the day, because poor baby just cannot get enough! think of teddy bear hugs, and him resting his chin on your shoulder.

he's totally the type to fall asleep in the bus/train ride home after school, leaning to your body or shoulder, while one of your earbuds is still playing faint music, to help him sleep.

"can you come over, baby? pretty please? i promise this is the last time i'm asking you this! i miss you.", even though it probably will continue to happen every single day.

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that's it! i hope i did them justice as usual <3

thanks for checking in on my blog, love you, bye!

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr !

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor #leehan fluff #leehan imagines #leehan boynextdoor #leehan x reader #woonhak imagines #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor woonhak #woonhak fluff #these two <3333

[psychwxrdd]

Hiii! Can you please do one where you are at a party and Rafe is your boyfriend, and you accidentally kiss/ fall asleep on another guy, and when you and Rafe get home he hurts the reader so bad that her face is full of blood or something like that? You can make it as dark as possible!!!!!

i loved your request baby! so i decided to mix all of these at once, lmk if you liked it or want a part two!!

gone girl

summary: you're so much happier now that you're dead.

everyone can start again, not through love, but through revenge.

warnings: domestic violence, dark rafe, she is just like amy dunne!!!! i love writing about unhinged girls soooo much yall have no idea

Sarah got the journal in hands, staring at John B in fear of what they might find. It was Y/n journal. Their missing friend's journal.

I was hiding inside the closet, desperatedly trying to stop crying. My whole body was shaking, i knew that Rafe was above mad at me. The guy of my dreams, the love of my life. I knew he was about to hurt me real bad.

"Y/n!" he shouted, making me close my eyes and pray to a god i didn't even believed in. I covered my mouth, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible.

He punched the door of the room several times, and all i could think of doing was whisper to myself that it was all going to be fine, that maybe heaven did exist and i would finally see all my loved ones again. Thats when he shouted again.

"I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK, YOU HEAR ME? I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

I softly placed my hands on my face, covered in blood. The blood was coming from my forehead, making a mess, my clothes were full of it. All started when i drank a bit too much and started acting like a normal person. Talking, smiling to people, making new friends. Rafe hated it.

Rafe wanted me all to himself. He didn't wanted me to interact with the outside world, it was already hard enough to convince him to let me go with him to this party... He hated seeing me happy if it wasn't for him. Maybe not happy at all, anywhere.

He would freak out for the smallest reasons. I even considered his actions reasonable at the first ones, but now, he really just wanted any excuse to hurt me. He saw me as his personal punch bag. His pretty doll to brag, have sex with and take his anger out. Nothing more. It wasn't like i even existed to him.

I knew i had to do something, but i couldn't. I swear it takes the strench of a god to set boundaries and respect yourself when you're someone like me and you're in love with someone like Rafe. So i just let him. And look at what this has lead me to.

Sarah had her eyes full of tears, John B hugged her. She knew it from the beggining, her brother murdered her friend. They all knew it.

It all started when i showed up at Midsummer's party. Being the new shy and sweet girl makes people create their own versions of you, the versions they want to. You're nothing but a blank paper for them to draw. You're whatever they want you to be, especially when they're rich fuckers.

It's so easy to trick people into believing your new lies of a life. You just need some stupid girl to be your friend; I got Sarah. She liked me so much for "who i was." People will love you when you don't stand for yourself, they love it when you're quiet and just let them vent and talk about themselvs for hours. It wasn't hard for Sarah to trust me and allow me in her life.

Then you have to act like you're a dumb whore, for guys like Rafe to fall in love with you. They just love a bitch with no brain, someone they can feel like they have the full control of. Pretend you're so sweet they can't help but crave you as their trophy.

Rafe had his eyes on me since i walked into that stupid party. Full of shallow, sad people hiding behind those ugly dresses and suits. All women like me, pretending for their husbands, who were also putting on a masculine performance. For who?

"You know i'll take care of you for the rest of my life, right?" He asked me, between groans, still inside me "You're mine, nothing will change that"

And i smiled, as the sweet and submissive girl i was to him. Nodding my head. I wasn't bothered by anything he did because i had his money. I was getting something out of this. I was being paid to act, he just didn't knew it.

Then he started acting phisically abusive. Well, that wasn't part of my deal. And he was no longer giving me money, as he started a theory about how i wanted to keep this money to runaway and start a family with some pogue, JJ of course. He was some creative piece of shit, but i had my good laughing.

He started being obsessive about this JJ topic after i pushed him away in a fight, after Maybank was mentioned. He couldn't believe his sweet girl would disrespect him like this. She always behaved, always let him hit her to teach her some manners, why was JJ suddenly a trigger?

I knew exactly how insecure Rafe was. How he used violence to hide how small and stupid he felt inside. And i knew how much jealousy could drive him insane.

He stared at me with wide eyes.

"Yo- you just... You fucking mad cause i'm talking about JJ? Is this what it is?"

"No Rafe, it is not. You're acting crazy"

"Don't fucking tell me i'm crazy!" He pointed his finger at my face.

"I didn't said you are crazy, i said you're acting crazy"

He slapped me. Hard.

"Fix that tone to talk to me"

I stared at him for seconds before i let tears fall from my eyes. Slowly coming closer and doing the best puppy eyes i could ever. "I'm so sorry daddy, you know i love and respect you more than anything. I just want you to trust me. It hurts me that you would ever think i want anyone else when everything about me belongs to you"

His eyes softned at that, and he sighed. He felt weak. His hands went through his face and hair, anxiously.

"My princess...I'm so sorry." he hugged you. "You make me crazy, fuck. I just love you so much it turns into this. It's sick."

And i faked it so real, i was beyond fake.

"It's okay" i reassured, caressing his back. "I love this part of you, too"

His eyes were tearing up, he smiled.

"Say it again."

"I love this part of you too"

And there he was. The scared boy who just needed love. The pathetic little boy who never had attention or love from neither of his parents. The fuck boy who saw girls as mere objects to warm his dick for a while. The tough guy who punched everyone that slightly bothered him. The elitist son of a bitch. I got him.

"I wanted to make a surprise for you tonight" I smiled, cupping his face with my hands. Staring at him like i loved him unconditionally. "Can you come home after 9?"

He kissed me.

"Course, baby"

I'm so much happier now that i'm dead. Now that Rafe killed me.

I got everything i needed, his money. Not all of his money, just what i really needed. Half of it. I dye my hair a different color, a new haircut. Some different clothes i usually didn't wear, and here am i. In my way to the other side of the country. Leaving my journal and blood at his house. Making sure not only everyone would have sure that he murdered me, but my ghost would haunt him forever. He would never be able to know what happened, and how he killed me in the literal way. I didn't cared if he would rot in jail or not, he would die of insanity at some point. I can say that i killed for him. Who else can say that?

#rafe cameron #outer banks #x reader #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader

[444rockstargf]

Maybe a bit of toxic Jack tharlow? Cheating on his wife on his trip, moaning things like, “never felt something so good,” “where were you before I tied the knot?” Mwah mwah mwah :3

i know the perfect lana song for this omg.

"i know your wife and she wouldn't mind." | jack thurlow

cola. - lana del rey

female!reader x toxic!jack

contents: cheating, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, blood, creampie

please read: i dont support cheating at all. this is just a story :)) also thank you all for being so patient with me for all the requests. they are all currently in progress.

he carried you into his room, locking the door as the two of you aggressively made out. you had met hit at the club that night, and you felt an immediate connection. he noticed when you saw his wedding ring, but stuff like that never stopped you from having fun.

so here you were now, being thrown onto his bed and watching as he quickly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. he climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply. his hands travelled down your tight little dress, stopping right at your thigh. his fingers pried underneath the fabric and he started rubbing your wet little pussy through your lacy panties.

you gasped, him rushing through this process quite quickly. he slipped your panties to the side, getting full access to your pussy. he rubbed the entrance a little before slipping in two fingers. he pulled away from the kiss as his fingers pumped in and out of you. "so tight around my fingers... i can't wait to feel you around my cock." you moaned softly as his fingers started stretching you out.

you could hear how wet you were, making a mess all over his fingers. he curled them slightly inside of you, making you lose your mind. jack chuckled as he saw you falling apart, wanting to destroy you tonight. he pulled out of you, looking at his fingers that were covered in your liquids.

he pulled himself up a little, freeing his cock and lining himself up with your entrance. he pushed himself into your tight, wet cunt, pounding into you until you were screaming and begging for more. jack groaned as he filled you up. "you feel so good... my wife never lets me do this..." you wrapped your legs around him as he started hitting that sensitive spot inside of you.

he started kissing you again as you ran your hands through his long hair. he pulled away and pinned your hands over your head. seeing you in this helpless position made his body heat up even more. his thrusts got slower but deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "where have you been all my life, huh?" he said, breathlessly.

he brought his other hand down to your thigh, squeezing it roughly and drawing some blood. you whimpered slightly, but you liked the sensation. your cunt tightened around his cock, and you found your body trembling slightly as jack abused that spot in you.

"fuck... so close... cum with me?" he said in between groans. you nodded your head, feeling blood rushing through your entire body. you felt jack's cock throbbing inside of you, and that set off your orgasm. you came all over his dick, and he was filling you up at the same time. he fucked you through your high, making your back arch as you came once more.

he pulled out, panting. "you... are incredible..." he laid down beside you as you caught your breath. you smiled and rested your head on his chest. then a thought came to your head. "what about your wife? don't you think she'll be pretty heated about this?" jack chuckled and shook his head. "don't worry about that, doll. she doesn't have to know about us. she'll never find out." and she never did.

author's note: gonna post the rest of the requests pretty soon. they're are like 6 or 7 of them so thanks for being patient with me yall :))

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack thurlow #jack goes home #lana del rey #444rockstargf

[burntb4bydoll]

I wondered if you could do some domestic life hcs for 2023 Bill? He strikes me to be the most amazing and fun person to live with

I LOVE YOU FOR THIS I LOVE CURRENT BILL AND I LOVE WRITING HEADCANNONS

Domestic 2023 Bill Kaulitz headcannons

•Bill is just so full of life he would be so so fun to live with

•he would make you have little dance partys with him whenever he feels like it

•you guys frequently hangout with Tom and Heidi so they are at the house a lot

•you’ll walk in and Tom is just standing in ur kitchen like 🧍

•Bill would totally sneak around corners to jump out and scare you😭

•He would scream so loud if you ever did it to him tho hes so damn dramatic

•he would eventually laugh about it but he needs a minute to make sure his soul didn’t leave his body💀

• he makes sure that your favorite foods are always in the house

•Also makes sure that you have some of your guys favorite alcohol in the house

•Bill love a lil drinky drink

•yall watch so many movies

•like 2 or 3 per night

•and theres a 90% chance one of you fall asleep during them

•HE WOULD LOVE TO DECORATE FOR HOLIDAYS

•hes so extra i just know he would go all out for the holidays

•loves to go on walks and hikes with you, hes probably got special places he takes you that have a pretty view

•literally would love to do anything as long as it’s with you

•especially grocery shopping

•like he just loves how normal he feels while doing it. After so many years of crazy fans and paparazzi he would love to just do normal everyday things with you

•you both definitely have a massive closets

•like, you each have your own because that hes just like that

•he’s got a tattoo gun so he’ll give you matching little tattoos wherever you let him. Just silly little drawings and sayings (totally got this idea from @meryldian lol)

•he’ll give you a little heart tattoo with your anniversary date inside of it because hes so cheesy like that

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz smut

[miseries-mistress]

ALL TO KEEP YOU SAFE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: Your mission was supposed to be simple: get on a Separatist cruiser, find the time-sensitive information they possess, and leave. Of course, nothing happens to plan because, within seconds, tens of droids surrounded you, there missed blaster shots hitting the wall behind you until her; Ventress. She caught you, Anakin, and your troopers off guard, so while you dealt with her, the rest of the clones escaped with the information you came aboard for. Luck is really not on your side, ever. 

Warnings: female reader, slight smut, anakin in his protective era ig, making out, no smut, injury/reader in pain, canon typical violence. W/C: 2396

Notes: I am so tired yall, i can't even (sorry for the grainy gif)

star wars masterlist

What happened?

Amidst the battle, for a second, time seemed irrelevant. Your heart pounding in your ears was all you could hear as the deep red blade swung in an unpredictable attack. The smell of ashes and fumes drifts through the air. The bumps and curves of your steel weapon tethered you to your insufferable reality and the taste of copper filling your dry mouth was all you could focus on for that millisecond before you felt it; the feeling of your flesh being boiled from the blow he had dealt you was enough for the pain to cloud your vision.

Your head was fuzzy, like it was packed full of cotton balls. Your entire body throbbed like a thousand needles dipped in alcohol were being jammed into your skin. The people bustled around, yelling at each other in what seemed like a foreign language, their voices so muffled it felt like your head was underwater. 

The room spun like a top as someone shook your shoulder, contributing to the agony submerging your body. Why was the room spinning? That's a good question to ask.

You're propped against something hard, a wall, maybe? You must be on the floor. How did you get here? Another good question for Anakin. 

"Y/N!"  

Was someone calling your name? Stars, your ears kept ringing at such an incessant high pitch that it was hard to hear anything at all. Finally, you blinked, and a blurry figure appeared before you. It was difficult to tell who or what it was from the pixelated outline and the dark colors cladding most of it. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and capture the details of this mysterious person. 

"Y/N!" the person in front of you shouted, shaking your shoulders, and if you could spare the energy, you would have smiled. But, instead, Anakin's hands leave your shoulders now that he has ensnared your attention, busying himself with a medical kit on the floor. Why would he be fiddling with a med kit? 

"What are you…?"

"Shh," Anakin drapes his hand over your shoulders, beckoning you to the wall. "You're injured right now, Y/N. Try not to move." 

He just answered most of your questions at once. How productive of him. 

Anakin rips the sanitary seal on the Bacta Pad and presses it over your wound. It pulls you back up to the surface from the drowsiness trying to pull you under, and your back arches off the wall. A searing pain rises over your thigh where it was once numb, and you bite your lip to contain your scream, tears falling from your scrunched-up eyes. All you could see was a multitude of colors dancing across your closed lids, a sob of pain escaping your bare lips. You wanted more than anything for it to end, to pass out, bleed out, whatever it takes to make it end.   

"Shh, I know, I know, it'll feel better soon, I promise," Anakin coos, drawing gauze from the kit. The scalding burn dissolves into a dull throb while Anakin silently but efficiently finishes patching you up. He sits back, admiring his work, and brushes your hair away from your sweat-stained face. The colors around the room began to blend together, blurring the image in front of you. Blobs of dark color drift by as your heavy eyelids resist the need for rest. Each blink took longer, your eyes burning with the need for slumber. 

Anakin, who was reduced to a lump of dark color, intertwined his hand with yours, his fingers smoothing over the skin of your hand. You barely felt the sensation, the ache in your body too intense. 

"Sleep, my love. I will be here when you wake." Those were the last words you heard before submitting to the desire for sleep

—

At first, you felt the cold breeze of a fan brushing over your exposed arms. Then, the faint crinkle of the sheets and a warm hand residing on yours. And the smell of rubbing alcohol hanging in the air, mixed with something you couldn't quite put your fingers on. Your body felt like it was glued to the bed, incapable of so much as a twitch for a couple of minutes. But, with each passing second, your strength and awareness slowly returned to your body, filling the previous numbness with the power you didn't realize you possessed. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you squinted at the harsh light beaming down on your unadjusted eyes. Someone besides you gasps, the grip on your hand tightening 

"Y/N!" The sound of your name hurriedly proclaimed from such tantalizing lips put your body at ease. You were with Anakin wherever you were, and that's all you needed. 

"Where am I?" you croaked, and Anakin, learning of your parched throat, seized the glass of water on your bedside table and leaned back over. You slowly raised your head to graciously accept the water, consuming large gulps as you did. Once you were finished, he set down the glass, his hands folding neatly in his lap. 

"You're in the infirmary on the cruiser. You passed out," Anakin explained, keeping his voice level while his heart felt like it was beating in his throat. He watched your eyes flutter cautiously around the room before you settled back into your cot. 

"Thank you," your voice was weaker and softer than you anticipated. "But I have to report to the council so–"

"No," Anakin spoke firmly, his grip on your hand strengthening. 

"Anakin, I–"

"No, Y/N, because I almost lost you and Maker when you were dying in my arms…." Anakin took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes squeezing together while he composed himself. Emotion was building in his chest, spreading to his throat rather than his eyes.  

Anakin sniffed, his eyes incapable of meeting yours. "The doctors have ordered you to stay on bed rest for the next couple of days. The council will meet with you tomorrow about the details of your mission."

Anakin's hand attempted to slip from yours, but you squeezed his palm, silently pleading for him to sit back down. Instead, his eyes trail down to the simple point of contact, again taking his seat. He seems to analyze your intertwined fingers, his leg nervously bouncing while you run your fingers over his callouses. 

"What's wrong, Ani?" you ask, and his eyes flicker to yours for the briefest moments. You frown, ignoring the sharp pain in your thigh as you scoot closer to him. 

"Ani?" you call his name quietly, waiting to provoke a reaction out of him, and for what seems the first time since you've woken up, your eyes meet his, and he doesn't pull away. You expected to find admiration mixing in depths of blue irises, but you were met with a fiery fierceness that took your breath away. 

"Why? Why did you have to put yourself in danger?" His voice was a mock calmness, with the first pinpricks of something akin to anger seeping through. 

"If I didn't, those clones would have died, my love. You of all people–" your clear explanation was interrupted by a growl, Anakin's hand ripping from yours. 

"You put yourself in needless danger. You almost got yourself killed! That was reckless–"

"Anakin–!"

"You were acting irresponsibly! You treated your life as a gamble for the "greater good." What a bunch of bullshit!" His hands delve into the strands of his hair, running through those stained with the ashes of battle.   

You scoff. "That was hardly the case, Anakin."

"It was exactly the case. You were selfish, putting your life on the line like that." Anakin takes a couple of steps closer, his eyes alight with anger. 

"You're the selfish one yelling at me for doing what I was bred to do, Anakin! Get your head out of your ass and realize that information was much more important than my life." 

Anakin stomps over to you, his hands fisting the pillow beside your head. Your eyes widen, your heart beating outside your chest as Anakin hovers menacingly over you. 

"Don't you ever say that again," he snarls, his tone low as it rumbles through your ear. Your brain searches for words, for a phrase that could counteract Anakin's threat, but your mind is wiped blank. Goosebumps run down your arms while your eyes flicker from his lips, back up to his piercing blue eyes drilling holes into yours. "Not so brave now, are you?"

His eyes catch your movement, the subtle squirming under him, your breaths coming out in short pants, and your hands clenching the sheets. 

A part of himself that he doesn't let himself indulge in often relishes in you entirely at his mercy. You look so innocent, pure with those big, helpless eyes, pleading for him. Such a good girl. His thoughts turn possessive the longer he stares at you, drinking your body spread out so nicely underneath him. A smirk, a confident and cocky one he often bore, makes its way to his face. He glances down to see what has you so compliant and what he sees makes arousal flow through him like a drug. 

His knee, which was thrown over the bed in his haste to get to you, was parted between your legs, a pillar against your wet heat that seemed to throb around him. His eyes trailed back up your body, discovering your eyes staring at something beyond him. A wave of control moves him to grab your chin, forcing your face twisted in embarrassment to focus on him and only him. 

"You like that, don't you?" he asks tauntingly, purposely phrasing it as a question despite already knowing the answer. The almost unnoticeable buck into his thigh and the whimper you so desperately tried to subdue confirms and washes away all suspicions of anything else; you are enjoying this. 

You gulp the wad of spit seemingly stuck in your throat, your eyes unable to meet his while his mind moves a mile a minute. Finally, he grabs your chin more forcefully this time, his eyes hardening. "I asked you a question."

"Yes…" you respond meekly, your voice failing to bring the authority it seemed to always carry. 

If possible, it seems to rile up Anakin more, sending him further into an untamable turmoil of lust. In an instant, his lips descended on yours with feverish hunger and wicked desperation that knocked out your senses as his lips molded perfectly to the curve of your mouth. Hard. Passionate. Hungry. That's how Anakin kisses you. His lips sinfully moved haphazardly without a definite purpose or path, just filled with the desire to consume and derive every part of your being that you have offered to him. His tongue pushes past the barricade of your lips as they press firmly over yours. He explores every crevice of your mouth to get a quick reminder of your delicious taste. His wandering hands corrupt every inch of your body, and you can't find it within yourself to care, only focused on the blooming sensation of arousal rushing through your veins as opposed to the admiration he usually spills over you like water.

Aggressive. Impatient. Devouring. You feel it all in the Force, each emotion spiking it to another degree. 

That was until he pulled back, mindful of the injuries you had procured, while his face flushed a deep red, chest heaving. His eyes dilated a fraction, taking note of his surroundings before running a gloved hand through your disheveled hair. You placed a hand over your chest to steady the erratic beating of your heart. The rage you saw sweeping over the blue of his irises had vanished, and something like sorrow replaced it. The sudden change of emotions started you briefly while you attempted to compose yourself.   

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his gaze finding its way back to yours. You could sense in the Force the remorse he felt for giving way to his emotions. Your eyes softened as you patted the space on the bed, inviting him to sit. He appeared hesitant at first but eventually settled down by your side. 

"It's okay," you smiled up at him. His hand grabbed yours, raising your joined hands and placing a chaste kiss on the back of your palm. You took your connected hands and set your lips delicately on the back of Anakin's palm. His pupils enlarged for a second before softening with their familiar warmth. "Come, sleep with me."

Laughing, Anakin raised his eyebrows at your question, and you internally slapped yourself. So be it to Anakin for his mind to descend into such thoughts. You fixedly glare at him, and he rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. You carefully scooted over to give him enough space to lie down as he got comfortable on the small bed. When he was satisfied in his spot, you placed your head on his chest, your arm circling around his torso. His flesh hand fell to your hair, softly stroking it while you fought the urge to submit to sleep. Your eyelids drooped, and before you knew it, you gave way to sleep's temptation, wrapped in the arms of General Anakin Skywalker, every doubt and worry swept from your mind by the Jedi's skillful practice, allowing you to sleep peacefully until you would be pulled away from him again to resume your duties. 

But for now, Anakin could keep you to himself before you, and he would part, swept up in the endless misery of war.

#tcw anakin #reader insert #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x fem reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker #anakin star wars #anakin fluff #star wars #star wars tcw #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker one shot #star wars oneshot #the clone wars #fluff #slight smut #slight spice #female reader #almost smut

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

In simple terms here's a infodump abt how i hc hobie's appearance

• FIRST OF face, face, eyes EYEESS ik I always say this but he has sectoral heterochromia, has a little bit of blue on his left eye like the drawing below

The drawing is kinda ugly but bare with me

• I really love the idea that his eye brow piercings are little spikes instead of studs. He actually draws on his Eyebrows cuz he shaved half of them off

• he tends to change around his piercings alot!! His favorite lip piercings are spider bites. And that goes for his ears aswell, Likes to change and style them bc he has like 4 piercings per ear?

• has little side burns and chin hairs bc I SAID SO !!!!!!!!!!! Not a full on scruff but little hairs.

• tongue piercing mhm mhm.

Ok so body

• we all know he's lanky and has this skinny muscle to him, I'm not gonna change ANYTHING abt that, tee hee stickbug

• but man is so beaten up, scars everywhere on him.

• one big scar on his collarbone, cat scratch on his left pec and one on his stomach, most of his scars are on his arms, he has a really bad one on his right due to him going into water and then proceeding to get into radiation when he got bit by his spider

• his spider bite was on his right hand :] (he has a weird hand bump still where he got bit)

• honestly I see him being so beaten up bc of everyone 😭 a lot of spider men aren't depicted with scars, even if they had a drone got smacked in their face.

• hobie has had a baseball smack his face.

• he kinda has little hairs on his hands? More like the base of his hand and then trail up his arm, even if he doesn't have arm hair.

• NAIIILLLLS loves to paint them, his right thumb glows bc of the damn radiation 😭😭 (when he first got bit, it went away)

• but another headcanon of mine is spider people have this weird grip on the pads of their fingers not like paws, but think of the first spider movie where they did a close up of his hand? Hobie has this like sandpaper texture on his fingers because of it.

• hands also being calloused from guitar playing/drum playing, and in general spiderman duties.

• did yall know he sometimes used barbed web instead of regular.

• and finally belly button piercing, bc fuck you

#kat text #gush post #🧷 #long post #ALDO #scar mention

[lizaluvsthis]

you draw the boys so good how long did it take you to learn how to draw them?

It wasnt that long- I mean it was back in Nov 12 where I drew Smg3's full body and suit and it was my first time to draw him this well if I remember correctly this was a gift for @zippityday

And I started to draw pages for "Indigo Secret" with my lazy ass cuz I thought it would be funny-ly interesting to drive smg4 insane again :) and so if you're seeing all of my recent arts back there- those are my first time and all in progress even in the present :0 what actually inspired to make more about the pages was from zippityday's reblog and people's likes and attention coming from the comic

Slowly started to grow- then now I'm here :)

I wouldnt be here without yall thankya somuch for the support and love :D

#lizaluv #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #my art #wotfi 2023

[ticklish-touch]

Decided to post my Backrooms chapter illustrations separately. The links to all the (SFW) chapters can be found here:

I really wanted to push myself not just as a writer, but also as a digital artist for this story.

You can read some rambles about my art process for each illustration below the cut.

Ch 1: For this chapter cover, I wanted to do my best to replicate the eerie, sickly vibe of Level Zero. And that resulted me in really playing around with the lighting and shadows in a way that I hadn't before. I also wanted to give it a bit of wonky perspective and feel a bit like an illusion-house.

Ch 2: Lookit this cheeky fucker. Totally isn't a Tower of Terror employee luring you into a false sense of security. 😁 My initial idea for this illustration was to make it look as if the Manager's cuttlefish head was really morphing & bowing out from within the wallpaper. I tried a couple drafts where I attempted to line up his tentacles and facial patterns with the wallpaper patterns. And idk, it just didn't end up looking as cool as it did in my head. (Also hallelujiah for Clip pattern brushes, they helped me make the trim around the elevator.)

Ch 3: Fun fact: This chapter was originally going to be the second half of my hotel chapter. But I'm glad it became its own thing, cause otherwise it would've robbed me of the chance to draw Rags acting like a supervillain in a construction helmet and flannel 👍

also Clip Studio Assets are a godsend, they prevent me from having to draw out an entire freakin warehouse floorplan. I did color it all myself though.

Ch 4: I remember this drawing taking me longer than I would've liked.Then again I've always struggled to draw somewhat realistic-looking water. The shadow off-shooting below the smaller cube pool into the deeper water was actually a complete accident.

And in case anyone was wanting to see a close-up of Lionfish Rags:

And again, Spike and Drake are temporary names for the sake of this AU setting until I think of actual names (for if and when I ever get around to making a Mer-Nautica AU like I've been wanting to). The silhouettes show how big they were when I first saw them in my dreams:

Ch 5: I had visuals in mind for a group of Wanderers/ Survivors since before I wrote this chapter, and grew even more attached to them as I wrote them. I was originally going to just have them depicted here, but I also couldn't get the stupid image of Rags and his megaphone out of my head and decided it needed to be shared 👌

Ch 6: When I tell yall that it was a struggle to get through drawing this. And not because of genuine art struggles; No, because of the pure Lee Panik that gripped my soul when having to zoom in close on Rags' sadistic unhinged Ler face hhhhhhfdhdfjgkfghl-

This was one of the chapters I was most looking forward to writing. It's still one of my favs in terms of pure unbridled ruthless gang-tickling, the culmination of my pred/prey/chasing fantasies revolving around laughter-hungry monsters, along with some good ol Mad Scientist roleplay.

...Oh and the first official introduction of the final antagonist, there's that too 😛

Ch 7: Yall have no idea the absolute childlike glee I felt when discovering that there's a freaking Bouncehouse/McDonalds Playplace level of the Backrooms. But holy hell, drawing the Toon Monsters was more of a challenge than I thought. There's a surprising amount of finesse in depicting that wacky, slightly-unnerving/uncanny toony charm. (Ballpit brush is best brush, change mymind)

Ch 8: Since this chapter was more or less meant to be a sort of mid-series Climax, a hint of what the battle with the Keymaster would be like, I really wanted to push myself with making this chapter cover truly stand out. It was fun to come up with a full-body design for the Court Jester (based on his Wiki interpretation of course), and it was fun to experiment with the ideas I had in mind for his magic visuals.

Once again, Clip Studio assets are a lifesaver, you can catch me actually attempting to draw a rollercoaster or carousel when I'm six feet under 👌

Ch 9: I was both excited about, and dreading, the chance to play around with various different light colors & sources. I wasn't sure how I was going to make neon blues, purples and magentas work in contrast to Rags' color palette, but I'm very happy with what I came up with.

The Dark Sovereign was also a chance for me to play around with chiaroscuro, an art technique that I've always admired (and actually really liked to do with chalk & pastel back in college). As much as I'm a slut for bright colors, I love stark contrasting black & white.

Ch 10: I went through about three iterations of sketches for this chapter cover. I felt like I just couldn't figure out how to angle the perspective of the treeline in comparison to the Giant. I'm still not even sure if I thoroughly pulled off the proper perspective of the greenhouse in the far distance. But once I added all the pretty, spooky fog effects, I became much happier with it.

Unfortunately I do not have a standalone drawing of Naga!Rags. It will definitely happen one of these days.

Ch 11: For this chapter, I wanted to draw a very cramped, stark, foreboding stretch of environment: Basically, a quintessential scene that one would see in the Backrooms if they were wandering through them alone. This is meant to be a much more down-to-earth chapter than the rest, with an air of melancholy and uncertainty. Turns out it actually lined up quite well with some of my own mental and emotional struggles that I was going through at the time.

Ch 12: For the final hurrah, I really wanted to push myself as a digital artist for this piece. (Though that doesn't mean I was about to draw all those goddamn keys from scratch, lmaoo you can thank Clip Assets for that key ring.) I wanted to try and find a way to make the Keymaster the more imposing figure in the piece, despite the fact that Rags is fully powered-up and closest to the viewer. I'm not sure if I entirely succeeded, since my end solution for making him stand out more was "MOAR GLOWY KEYS!!!"

But it was still fun, and very rewarding to get it completed.

Ch 13: I was very happy to finally get the chance to fully render Kenni for this fic. As much as shading his tendrils still drives me up the wall, it felt nice drawing the good soff boi. And I was happy to give an idea of how his Dream realm looks, with all its pastel clouds and close proximity to the Astral plane.

#backrooms #backrooms fanart #tickling #tickle fic #oc #original character #original characters #monster #monster boy #tickle monster #artoftt

[5iceroy]

tagged by @albontology (btw if u change ur pinned i will riot. art cannot be lost to the annals of history)

are you named after anyone?

dad enjoys the english alphabet -> “lets start w A and work our way down”

when was the last time you cried?

april 7th watching this korean animated music video series (cock_shame.png)… sorry the doomed yaoi about a man who throws his life away to save another got to me… sorry… like its my fault 😒 let me put yall on tho: Alien Stage (start w round 1 🙏)

do you have kids?

LMAOOO funny. no. 

what sports do you play/have you played?

if by “play” we mean “partake in semi-casually” and by “sports” we mean “semi-active full-body exercises” i had priv tennis lessons (much less chic than it sounds) / ballet / oh my god also COLOR GUARD 💀💀💀

do you use sarcasm?

yes

what is the first thing you notice about people?

the shape of their nose and mouth. and jaw. [points at stranger] You Have An Easily Draw-able Face. 

what is your eye color?

brown

scary movies or happy endings?

^ false dichotomy. but happy endings 🤍

any talents?

cracking my second toe on my right foot

where were you born?

california 🔥🔥🔥 

what are your hobbies?

art. scrapbooking. taping pretty things to my wall. stamp-collecting. reading. dressing up to study in cafes. have been floating the idea of Going on Nature Walks.

do you have any pets?

no

how tall are you?

5’1 / 155cm

favorite subject at school?

in hs, AP bio :] we did a baby pig dissection and identified all its organs! college… either systems neurobio or my foundations of western civ gen ed class 

dream job?

owning a bookstore but its only books i like + i spread my Pretentious Fan of Speculative Fiction prions globally via the medium of scathing book reviews in the new yorker

come... play with me... [gestures at empty lot and pile of dirt] @vegasgrandprix @beechersnope @glasscushion

#ali talking #tag game

[moonylilies]

2023 Art Summary!!

so here's a single piece from each month i did!! i really wish i did more art this year, so hopefully (and most likely) next year i will!!

below under the cut are links to the ones i managed to post along with my art goals and some thoughts for the next year

thank you so much for those who have been following me this year and i hope we can continue to grow doing what we desire in the next year :3

yall can skip reading this if you just wanna go see the links; most of you probably know i went back to college in january, which unfortunately caused me to gain major art block (ew) when my depression creeped up. i also had like no time this semester with the large ammt of courses i took (i took 6 classes and it killed me with the course load since most of them were online. never again i will be making that mistake). when i go back to classes in january, i hopefully will not be as dying as i was this semester since i am taking a majority art course load. im even taking a printmaking class which means yall will be gettin some goodies posted hopefully

my art goal for next year besides getting more commissions lol (which if you are interested can see about here) is to be able to draw full bodies - i still can't and ive been drawing humans as my main thing for at least 6 years now. i will def be practicing next year by doing many figure studies lol. i also hope i can manage to figure out how to do backgrounds besides the basic ones i tend to do i also hope that with my shop i can break some of my records like getting new states i haven't shipped to yet so that my state ammt goes up from 8 to maybe 10, having my total ammt going up to around 50 sales from 35, getting more fans for my art who love the stickers and prints i am making, ect ect i wasn't able to this year. while i am on winter break, i am trying to set up a shop update for before classes start again which i will be updating on here about when i remember to do so (honestly the hardest thing for me while having an art acct to promote my art and shop is making content besides just posting my art online and hoping people like it)

links for art + what the ones that don't have links are lol: january: lunar new year rabbits feburary: ft ferris bueller's day off au (this one is the one i am the most proud of) march: lucy redesign april: team shadowgear hehehe (this one's my favourite i did this year) may: yuki got hit by a car june: sketch of my oc alyss july: levy for part of my colour wheel challenge that is still a wip (tiktok one two ; reels one two) august: wally ice cream (aka a future sticker) september: art of my oc adora october: the sun tarot card feat sting eucliffe (wip portion is linked) november: bisca icon december: ramen sticker (a sticker soon to drop in my shop once i do a shop update soon)

#mk talks #my art #original art #digital illustration #2023 art summary

[pathetic-gamer]

obligatory 2023 highlight reel 😤

This isn't by interaction metrics, but by how much I like them/how proud of them I am. Also, I tried to pick these to show some range lol

Fics:

Lost and Found - a fun little netteflix romp full of twists and turns and violence :)

Angels in the Architecture - going all the way back to Jan for this one! the angstiest of angsty netteflix

How Terribly Strange - fluff and romance ^-^ mostly netteflix, but some background dimimari!!

Art:

(list first, then the art)

tie between Lyn, emblem of blazing, and Felix, shield's successor - picked these ones for the "inked" art style, which I did quite a few of this year! most of my favorites from the year were actually in this style, but for variety's sake, I'm only including two lol

felix color wheel, i mean, this one is obvious, right? I think it really accurately represents my art style, down to the messy sketchy vibe and the overwhelming amount of Felixes lol

All-in-all, I think it was a good year for my art/writing, but there's always room to improve! I'll talk about my goals for 2024 below the cut. I'm including these mostly so I can have them clearly stated in one place for the sake of keeping myself on track ^-^

enormous thank you to yall for being so kind and supportive!!! this feels like a silly thing to say when there are like maximum 3 people actually reading this, but I really do appreciate you, my beloved friends and mutuals and all my fellow weirdos who live in my phone ❤️❤️❤️ Happy new year!

okay, sorry for getting sappy - i really do feel a little weird being like "thank you to my loyal fans 😌" LMAO

anyway, my goals for 2024 are mostly quality oriented - I want to spend more time on things in general so I don't feel like I'm just generating stuff for likes. specifically, I want to:

Do more full-color, complete illustration type pieces, setting a tentative goal of five. That doesn't sound like a lot, but I only made one in 2023, because I'm just not patient enough and get intimidated.

practice drawing a wider variety of poses and expressions. enough 3/4 busts/headshots! draw some bodies! draw someone other than felix!!

stay more focused on individual fics/spend more time on each one to keep the quality, style, and tone more consistent.

and, of course, I do want to draw more things for other games than fe3h, especially triangle strategy. I also want to write something for kentlyn (fe7).

We'll see how far I get with literally any of these goals, but my hope is that this post will at the very least keep me on track 🙃

okay that's all, love you bye!!!!

#fe3h #fe7 #felix hugo fraldarius #annette fantine dominic #lyn fire emblem #netteflix #my art #my writing #2023 recap #fe3h fanfic #fe3h fanart #☕️🥧

[gamerbearmira]

SIREN GUPPY ANTONIO

My beloved <333

You know I had to supply y'all with some mermay writing❗❗ I don't have any drawings yet cause. I don't have my charger so my iPad dead BUT IM NOT GOMNA LET YALL GO WITHOUT ANY CONTENT

It's been a while since I've written for a non fic au, so. Please excuse any terrible writing (all of it) BUT ENJOYYYY

Lea get it 🤠🤠🤠

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Antonio yawned as he stretched in his makeshift bed, the fins on his ears perking up as he did. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, looking down from his perch. He saw his family, all of them still sleeping, their massive bodies stirring slightly as the sun rose and filled the cave they resided in.

The boy carefully climbed down, using the rocks as a ladder to get down. He dropped down and landed in his mamá's long, curly red hair, which had cushioned his fall. After untangling himself, he moved over to her, climbing into the palm of her hand and looking at her serene face for a moment as she slept.

He wondered when he would get to be that big. Sure, he could sing like them, but he couldn't join them when they went out to see. He had been used as sailor bait a couple of times, but after the pirate incident, he always had to wait underwater. But he always had fun with his family. They made sure he was safe, and he knew they only had his vest interest in mind.

Antonio plopped down in his mother's hand, her finger being taller than him even. "Mamá," he said, but she didn't stir. "Maaaamá," he said again, louder this time. He felt her hand instinctively grasp his small body. He wasn't being crushed or trapped, though. Her grip was rather gentle as she brought him close to her chest, and he could hear her steady heartbeat.

"What is it mijo?" Pepa asked, her voice thick with sleep. Antonio popped his head up, his small hand running across the scales on her hand.

"I'm hungry. Can we go eat?" Antonio asked, and Pepa set Antonio down.

"Go ask your tía Julieta," Pepa said, turning to the other side, facing her husband who was still asleep. Antonio pouted for a moment but made his way over to his tía Julieta, who was sleeping next to her husband.

The small siren guppy went up to her, patting her cheek. "Tía," he whispered and Julieta stirred, looking down at Antonio. She had a gentle smile as her large hand patted his hand.

"You're up early," she said and Antonio nodded.

"I'm hungry, can we go eat?" Antonio asked, pointing to the sea that was outside the cave. Julieta nodded, sitting up to her full height, her tail unfurling.

"Why don't you go wake up your prima and you two get the rest of the family up, and we can go, ok?" Julieta said, and Antonio nodded, beaming as he rushed towards Mirabel, finally happy that he could get some food soon.

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SO WHAT DO WE THINK...

Idk what this us I just. Think lil guppy Antonio surrounded by his massive family is so kool. Fun fact Antonio also hasn't grown into his tail yet, so he's just got fins on his legs. It does make him feel a little left out though <\\\3 ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKED IT BYEEEEE

it's mad short, I know, and I'm sorry 😭 but like. I have no ideas for mermay writing but you know ill think of something. BUT ALSO...IF YOU GIYS HAVE IDEAS...ESPECIALLY FOR THIS AU...MY ASK BOX IS OPEM HINTHINTWINKWINK

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto antonio #encanto Julieta #encanto pepa #giant siren au #mermay #mermay 2023

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TW: Do not read if sensitive to violence!

Part two is out!

Hope you all [4 of yall] enjoy!

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The Experiment Massacre

PT: 2 / ???

The Experiment Massacre:

Nori's Pov:

"It's quite easy to control this, I'm sure of it!"

I say, full of confidence while resting my head on a dingo (Sentinel)

I turn to my best friend, Yeva

"Ain't that right, Yeva?"

Yeva is holding a hand over her eyes... which seems to be bleeding.

"The suffering only gets worse... each day, it feels like my body is less and less... being taken away from my grasp...as if something was tearing me from my soul."

She said with grimmness in her voiceI stare for a little, then back at the humans

"Eheheh. . .See?"

The humans turn to each other and shrug, writing something down. Suddenly the walls start twisting, as if they were alive...my breathing gets more rapid and intense...darkness fills the corners of my eyes...

"Oh ho! Looks like I need to take a break!"

I say with a tensed voice

"002? Are you okay?"

Said a human"

Y-yeah... I'm fine... I just need to rest in my quarters. "

"Well then, we'll escort you,"

"Thank you ma'am"

I look back at Yeva, who gets taken away in another direction than me

"Hey...where's she going?"

I ask

"Maintenance room..."

"But isn't the maintenance room this way -"

". . .She-"

"Where's she going?"

I say with a look of worry on my face

As I arrive in my room, I can't help but wonder where Yeva is...

"Where did they take her..."

I whisper to myself, laying down on the bed.I sit down and think, draw, and think some more.

Suddenly, the darkness comes back...the deep thoughts...the breathing living walls... the urge... to kill...Suddenly, I'm fighting for control over my own body

I laugh and chuckle, the laugh of a sadistic murderer...I spread my wings and flick my tail...All of its really a blur...I jump the heavy metal door, bursting it down. Alarms blare, red lights flash...painting the hallways red...like the blood of the slain

A bunch of humans come running over, guns locked and pointed

I laugh more as I dodge all their shots swiftly and with ease.

I jumped onto one, pinning them and biting their throat open, enjoying the carnage.Something inside... something deep inside tells me to kill everything I see. As I scuttle through the hallway, I see the nursery...so full of delicious food...

(Nori eating babies, naw 💀)

I pry open the door by stabbing it with my long claws and laugh

I jump onto one of the cribs, picking up the child that was in there.

It wails...I laugh... its fear... fueling me...

Then I stabbed it with one of my long slim claws... and pop the rest in my mouth, tearing it to shredsI continue to do this until I come across one with blue eyes, I perch on its crib...and pick it up...

"What a tasty snack..."

Suddenly, humans interfere once more... and shoot at me.

I pounce at them, dropping the baby and toppling its crib.

The humans run, some still shooting, others terrified for their lives.I pounce on one. He has a look of fear... the look of knowing you're going to die. I rip off his limbs one by one

"Looks like you need some maintenance, pal"

I laugh and crawl onto the ceiling, down the hallway, into the red Aybss.

[End of Nori's Pov]

Authors Note: I'm really hoping people enjoy these! Maybe one day I'll get popular idk

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ty for the tags!! @cashweasel @jerzwriter

this week has been absolutely insane so ive barely done any drawing or writing but i did start my tattoo concept designs :)

i have a full model as well but yall don't need to see that <3 but basically it's going to be a full body concept piece

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