#i like him so much cannot stop sketching the man

[wri0thesley]

SO glad someone else is in the "Just the tip" hole, so here I am like a little kid, cupping my hands for any spare thoughts (preferrably anyone besides Sampo), if you have any to share? 🤲🖤

loni i was going to write a post anyway but being able to reply to asks with my thoughts - proof that there is Demand (tm!) makes me feel SO much better about the brainrot!!! i have many thoughts abt sampo too so i am eagerly awaiting ur drabble, just the tip is really a concept of all time!

ft: gepard, welt, himeko, serval, jing yuan, luocha cw: reader is afab with no pronouns used. public sex (luocha), straps, sex toys (himeko and serval), a little size kink (jing yuan), a little soft dom (welt). not sfw, minors dni.

Gepard doesn't quite realise how big he is. He's not got all that much experience; he's never really thought about it, far too busy with all of the responsibilities that come hand in hand with being Captain of the Silvermane Guards. So when your eyes widen and your fingers can't quite meet when you wrap them around his length, he lets out a ragged breath and a moan and pushes his cock between your thighs. You have to breathlessly curl your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and whisper out his name. He's already on the edge just by being close to you. The silky softness of your thighs, the inviting shine of your lips and the way that arousal makes your eyes blow dark and wide - when you whisper softly into his ear; "I don't know if I can take it, Gepard . . . J-just the tip, alright? Go slow--", he worries that he's about to embarrass himself right there and then and come before he's even gotten inside of you.

You whine and whimper as he slowly pushes you open, your wetness smearing all over the ruddy head of his cock. Your fingers tighten in his hair even as a soft strangled noise falls from Gepard's own mouth and he struggles to not ram himself inside of you - you have no idea how good you feel. How hot and tight and wet and perfect the embrace of your walls clinging to him is, even on just the head of his cock.

But he did not get where he is by not having self-control. His muscular arms, corded with scars from practise battles and real battles alike, cage you in on the bed beneath him. He looks at you like someone who cannot believe how lucky he is.

"I'll wait here," he promises you, his voice lust-soaked and cracking with the effort. "As long as you need me to."

Welt sees how your lip trembles, how you take in a slow, steadying breath, and he cannot help his desire to take care of you a little. To coddle you and fuss over you, to make the most of the age and experience that he has and you do not. So he smiles at you, crow's feet crinkling the edges of his eyes behind his glasses, and traces the pout of your bottom lip with his thumb. His voice is patient and soft when he speaks to you.

"I'll go slowly," he tells you, as he gently slaps his cock against your wet folds where you sit on his desk before him, animation sketches and research papers pushed to one side in favour of the tempting treat that is your body. He has spent so much of his time working - nobody could blame him for taking a break and finding himself again in the silky tightness of someone younger and prettier than he himself is. "Just the tip first."

"Alright, Mr Yang," you breathe to him, your hands locking about his neck, urging him forward. You sigh as the head nudges your clit, as his precome mingles with your own slick arousal. You're a sensitive mess already - Welt is certainly not the kind of man who'd leave a partner unsatisfied, and his fingers and his tongue have already learnt every petal-soft fold of you, every spot that makes you shiver and whimper until you'd had to bite into his shoulder to stop your cries waking up every other crew member of the Express.

Slowly, slowly, carefully, he eases into you. Watches with rapt attention every movement of your body; the stretch of your cunt as it accepts him, until your hips are wriggling and squirming and you're tugging on his shoulders.

"Mr Yang," you're saying to him, your lip trembling, your shoulders racked with gasps. A whine leaks into your tone as he rests the head of his cock inside of you, enjoying the feel of it. Your sex pulses around the modicum of his length inside of you, fluttering, waiting to be fully claimed. "It's -- it's not enough!"

Welt laughs softly and presses a kiss on the top of your head that is almost paternal in its comfort - a reminder that he's old enough to be your father, your grandfather--

His voice is soft with just a hint of admonishment in it.

"You're really going to have to learn some patience."

Himeko has you wrapped around her little finger, but that doesn't mean that you don't eye the toy that she shows you with a little trepidation. She laughs at you when you do, pulling you into her, kissing you with the taste of coffee on her tongue as she talks you into her bed.

"If you're frightened of it," she's saying, even as your mouth is going dry as you watch her disrobe, "We'll go as slow as you need, darling. We'll start with just the tip."

You lose the ability to speak at the sight of her, auburn curls tumbling down her back and over the milky pale spill of her breasts and shoulders. Bathed in the starlight from her cabin window, she's unearthly, and your entire body sings out with desire for her. She smiles when she sees you looking.

"Always such a flatterer," she teases affectionately, as she wraps the toy carefully around the curve of her hips. It looks just as striking on her as everything else does. "Now, you just lie back. I've done this before. Let Himeko handle it, hmm?"

You're helpless to a command from the beautiful navigator, and you let yourself fall back on the pillows as she walks towards you with all of the elegance of somebody who knows exactly how lovely she is. She gives you a soft smile, her golden eyes gentle in the light, even as she gathers herself onto her knees and her fingers lightly dance over your bare skin. Electric pinpricks of desire radiate from every touch.

"Aren't you beautiful?" She muses to herself, as she wraps her hand around the toy and pumps it a few times - when it comes away, you see there's something thick and clear and viscous dripping from it. She laughs softly again when she sees you looking.

"You're already wet," she whispers to you, in a low, musical voice. "But if you're still nervous . . . well, there's nothing wrong with a little help, is there?"

Her fingers dance over your skin. She knows every part of you intimately by now; the spot on your stomach, the way you whimper when she pinches your nipples, the place on your hips that makes you breathe in a deep sigh and your own lashes flutter. Through her touches, she keeps murmuring soft platitudes to you - how pretty you look like this, for her. What a precious treasure you are. How she can't wait for you to come apart--

And by the time she is sliding the tip of the toy inside of you and you are fair dizzy with want, you can do nothing but whisper out her name. She leaves the tip of the toy inside of you, smiling down, as patient and beautiful and dazzling as ever.

"I told you," she murmurs, as her long fingers return to pluck and play with your nipples, and you get used to the new stretch of having something thicker than Himeko's fingers inside of you. "We'll go as slow as you need. Any new territory worth exploring is worth doing . . ." She leans down, her mouth full and soft and wet as it meets yours and you whine into it. "Thoroughly."

Serval is a tease. You'd known she was up to something the moment you'd stepped into the workshop and she'd flipped the sign to 'closed' with a feline grin on her face as she'd beckoned you over to her and told you she could really use your help with some new gadget she was tinkering with.

So now, as she has you bent over her workbench with something vibrating pressed in the valley between the folds of your sex, the tip pressed just so - buzzing and tingling - against the swollen pearl of your clit, it's all you can do to keep your fingers tight around the edge of the workbench and your knees locked so you don't collapse.

"Kitten," Serval is purring, her hips slowly rocking back and forth, the phallic toy strapped to her hips rubbing through the wet mess of your cunt. "Don't you like it? I made it thinking of you!"

Your words come out garbled, a mess of moans and sighs. Your own hips thrust back when she pulls away, trying to get her to keep the toy pressed against your clit for long enough for you to get off. Instead, she just laughs, nipping at your bare shoulder.

"You're getting desperate," she teases you, her voice deep and throaty and satisfied. "Beg me, kitten, and we'll see what I can do for you."

"Serval--" Your voice comes out a whine. "Please . . ."

Her clever fingers, calloused palms, slide down your bare skin, leaving electric zaps wherever they touch you. You shudder under her practised touch - you are an instrument, and Serval has already proved she is a master musician.

"Seeing as you asked so nicely," she says to you, and you sense the wicked cat-like grin on her mouth. "How about I give you just the tip?"

"Not enough--"

"You're getting greedy!" The buzzing toy slides a scant inch inside of you without the smallest hint of resistance; you're wet enough from the teasing already. You can feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, and Serval sighs happily as she dips one of her fingers between your thighs to toy with your clit as the tip of the toy rests inside of you.

"You're lucky you're so cute," she whispers to you. Her finger slides back and forth over your clit, drawing delicate circles - she always knows how to use them. "Come for me on the tip, and I'll fuck you with the rest of it too."

Jing Yuan's patience has long been mistaken for occasional laziness; but you know better than most that there is nothing of the kind, when it comes to him. And there is certainly nothing of the kind when it comes to trysts like this.

Oh, you and he have gotten used to rushing moments when you can, in between him being needed for meetings and work - but now? In the evening, loose ends tied up, with nothing but one another to spend the night on?

This is a tryst that will last.

Jing Yuan is not lazy - he merely likes to take his time. For a man whose being is tied up in his past warfare, he knows how to handle delicate things like you - but that doesn't mean he's going to rush it. Not when you look so pretty laid out like this for him, clothes rumpled and discarded beneath you, looking up at him with your eyes all soft and wanting and your mouth aching to be kissed.

He hums beneath his breath as he lets his mouth learn the shape of yours; pushes you gently back when you try and kiss deeply into him, to make him hurry up. His cock nudges against your inner thigh and he sighs a slow, indolent sigh of pleasure that makes your heart beat double time in your chest.

"We have all of the time in the world, little bird," he tells you, with an insouciant smile on his face. Your face scrunches, an adorable expression of impatience taking over your features, and he smiles down at you like someone looking at the finest treasure in the world.

"Impatient," he chides you, but there's nothing but warmth in his tone when it comes to you. His hands find your thighs, digging into the soft skin as he parts them. Warm eyes like pools of molten gold find your core, and he sighs as he looks at you. You squirm under his gaze, and as he softly leans down and lets some of his own saliva drip onto your cunt, you whimper at the feel. "This is impatient, too," He says to you, and laughs. "Drooling all over the place. Mm. Is that how much it wants me?"

"I want you," you respond to him, mouth petulant. Jing Yuan shakes his head fondly at you but readjusts himself, hand around his cock to guide it to your sex. He taps the thick head softly against your clit until you squirm, pouting. "Jing Yuan--"

"Ah, I know, I know," he looks down at where the two of you are not yet joined. "I'm always reminded how . . . small you are, when I look down at you like this."

"It will fit," you insist to him, and he raises one eyebrow.

"Oh, I know it will," he tells you, still smiling at you. "But it's a tight one, isn't it?"

"Jing Yuan, you're stalling--!"

He laughs again.

"Ha. My apologies, little bird." Slowly, he guides his cock to your opening - resting it against there, just for a moment. Exactly as he said, he seems so much bigger than you - his tip thick and blunt and rounded, your entrance small even as your hole pulses and oozes slick in preparation for him. "I simply like looking at you."

"There's something you'd like more than just looking," you encourage him, and he shakes his head so that his mane of hair falls over his shoulders.

"You're incorrigible," he tells you - and then he is pushing forth into you, and your mind goes white of anything but the feel of Jing Yuan inside of you, his cock, your cunt, where they meld together and you become one--

Wait.

Why has he stopped?

"Jing Yuan--!"

He swallows your cry of his name with a kiss that is anything but lazy, tongue exploring your mouth, teeth tugging at your bottom lip until you're dizzy with it all. He tastes, just a little, like sweets.

He pulls back just enough to look at you half-lidded, the tip of his cock just stretching you out.

"I'm merely taking my time," he tells you. "Whilst I have it."

Luocha is mean, you think, even as his words remain unfailingly genteel. Even as his face remains a polite mask, he leaves his cock not-quite inside of you as you tremble against the wall he has you bodily pressed up against.

"Please," you breathe out to him, teary-eyed, lip trembling. "Y-you can't just leave it there--"

He cocks one eyebrow, his face unfairly pretty - unfairly unruffled, even with the tip of his cock buried in you. He's unfailingly still - almost as if the hot tightness of your cunt pulsing around him has no effect on him whatsoever. One long, elegant hand curves around your cheek as a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips.

He's big. You can't help but squirm against the concrete, your cunt wrapped around only the head of his cock but feeling like you've taken far, far more.

"We're in public," he says to you, voice just a little condescending. "If I were to go about this more . . . vigorously, surely you wouldn't want the attention of every person in the vicinity on you?"

Your own need feels like a thrum inside of you. It's hard to think, as Luocha moves his hips the barest fraction and you find yourself whining aloud. Firmly, he moves the hand on your cheek so that it's pressed over your mouth, muffling your noises.

"You can't take more than this," he tells you, voice calm and patient. "Not here. Not now."

You whimper into his gloved palm, tears beading in your eyes like little diamonds. Even that doesn't seem to move him, though he tips his head to one side, vaguely considering. He moves his hand just enough for you to take a breath, and whisper beseechingly;

"I-if not here . . . will you do it somewhere else?"

He laughs only one soft, musical little noise. He leans in close, his breath cool against your neck.

"Mm . . . but when you ask like that--"

You cry out as he pushes another inch of himself into you, eyes widening as the noise breaks the calm, cool air. Luocha pauses.

"Oh dear," he says. "I suppose we'll have to both come quickly then, hmm?"

#hsr smut #hsr x reader #writing #not sfw text #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x smut #so much tagging to do.... #gepard x reader #himeko x reader #welt x reader #luocha x reader #jing yuan x reader #serval x reader #hsr posting

[yaekiss]

Congratulations on the 400! If I'm not too late, may I send a #mailroom open letter to a yan!Albedo? Any gender neutral or feminine nickname would work and, if it so pleases you, a nsfw reply would be lovely.

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To my lovely Albedo,

How are you, love? Are you taking care of yourself while I'm away? As I sit here, working away in Inazuma City while I enjoy a sweet dessert, I cannot help but think of you... and your tendency to get swallowed up by your research when I'm not there to reel you back.

I was hoping that my business here would be done far faster than this. I suppose it isn't all bad, though. I can't say that I've ever been a social person, but people have been nothing but kind to me thus far. I may have even made a friend. But still, my heart belongs to you- and as such, no matter how I may enjoy my time, I can only eagerly await the moment I am able to return home.

I miss you dearly, my prince. I'll make sure to work even harder so that our time apart may be shortened by even a little bit. I can't to have you in my arms again, to feel the warmth of your embrace and know that everything is right with the world.

We both know that I could go on with the sweet words for pages and pages, so it's probably best that I stop here. Stay safe and take care of yourself, alright? I love you so, so much.

May my affections cross what feels like an eternity apart,

Your Wistful Lover

(Alongside the letter are various, shockingly well-preserved Inazuman sweets including Sakura Mochi and Dango milk, as well as a small pouch containing a handful of carefully-chosen Sakura Blooms. Lastly is an intricately designed silken blindfold, with its own little note attached that reads, "I had this custom made for you. I wanted to make one myself, but I couldn't find the time. Hopefully you like it anyway!")

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Albedo, no gendered terms for reader, Albedo calls you "my constant", mentions of blindfolds and a vibrator used on Albedo, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Albedo, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Albedo sure is a busy man to track down... I had to look for him all over Mondstadt since he was gathering quite a collection of alchemy ingredients. It was quite the staggering assortment too... I never understand what he's planning. ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Placed at your hotel doorstep is an innocuous package. It's decently sized, the box a lovely shade of pale indigo and shifting it slightly under the light shows an underlying iridescence hidden in the pigment.

Undoing the sturdy rope securing the lid down, you gain access to the contents within the box. You first retrieve a wondrous blooming bouquet of cecilias, wrapped in a sheer gauzy yellow fabric and tied with a teal satin ribbon. The petals are soft under your caress and for a moment, you reminisce about the first cecilia Albedo gifted to you after showcasing his alchemy.

Next, you fish out a cloth drawstring pouch. Peering into it, there's an assortment of all your favourite Mondstadt candies, enough to last you weeks. A little tag is attached to one of the strings, it reads: “In case you miss your usual sweet treats and need a boost of energy. ♡”

Unwrapping one, you pop it into your mouth before you pull out an envelope. The paper is smooth under your fingers and an impressive sketch of Dragonspine decorates the front. Flipping the envelope over, there's a wax seal, a cursive letter “A”, with flecks of gold dotted in it.

Carefully, you open it and obtain the parchment inside. His handwriting is a sight you've missed, from days spent watching him jot down his hypothesis and findings in his laboratory. Albedo's response to you reads:

“Replying to: My beloved constant.

Thank you for writing to me, my constant, I was growing somewhat nervous with your prolonged silence and I feared something unsavoury might have happened to you. As such, I am writing back to you to assure you that I've been doing alright as well. Though, I'm sure I would do a lot better with you by my side.

Next, I must thank you for the gifts you sent me. I shared the sweets with Klee and she has been pleading nonstop with me for more. Also, the sakura blooms were of high quality and proved immensely useful in my research. If you're willing, I can share my findings with you when you return, my constant.

Now, I can't help but ask what went through your mind, gifting me such a sly gift as a blindfold. What scene did you picture in your head? Was I blindfolded and tied up on your bed while begging for you to please touch me? Or perhaps I'm laid on my laboratory table, my sight obscured with the silk, pliant and willing as you drag a vibrator across my skin in an attempt to find my erogenous zones? Did you fantasise about muffling my moans with a kiss as you toyed with me? You should reenact it with me as soon as you get back, my constant, I feel as if I'm about to burst with how much I long for your embrace.

Ahem, getting back on track, I too have been working hard. (Fret not, I have not been overworking myself. I do not wish to worry you after all.) And I've made discoveries of my own and uncovered intriguing new possibilities whilst ruminating alone in my laboratory. I heard of the Inazuman archon's dedication to eternity.

Eternity... goes against natural orders, but lately, I have been finding myself relating to her obsession with such a concept. You might think it strange, my constant. However, I can understand how fearing the loss of someone close to you can affect your decisions, despite the morality of said actions.

You are golden in my eyes, unforgettable, and the time I spend with you feels like I'm the closest to unravelling the truth and meaning of this world. Is it my greed talking when I say that I want more time to uncover all of you, to understand the very fibre of your being, to see what has irreversibly drawn me to you and what makes you stay by my side? Maybe it is, but that is a question best saved for another day, my constant.

I shall end my letter here. I sincerely hope that the rest of your stay in Inazuma goes smoothly and safely, and that your return will be swift. I cannot wait to have you by my side once more, my constant. I love you so, so much as well.

Ever and eternally yours,

- Albedo -”

You fold the parchment and place it back into the envelope. One last item rests in the box. It's a handpainted painting of you, framed in an intricate wooden frame. Albedo captures your smile in the sunlight, the background featuring one of the picnics the both of you went on recently before you left for Inazuma.

However, you notice that one of the corners is a little wrinkled. Removing the backing of the frame to fix it, you discover another layer of canvas material behind that first painting. Gingerly, you peel it back to reveal a haunting portrait of the both of you. 

In dim lighting, you're seated on his laboratory table whilst he's knelt at your feet, his head resting on your lap. You almost don't recognise yourself. You're familiar with his art style but in this, you're ethereal to an eldritch degree... almost devoid of humanity. It's unnerving, to say the least. 

Perhaps Albedo's research has veered into more forbidden territories, challenging the principals of nature, all in the name of love. You muster one more look at the portrait.

A matching star rests delicately on your neck. In the bottom corner, he titles it “New birth.”

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[jeonzaxs]

reciprocated ⋟ kth

SUMMARY; you wont, you never will.

pairing; kim taehyung x reader

genre; unrequited love

warnings; just pure angst and angst, unedited.

word count; 700+

notes; i really dont know what this is lol, its messy, i solely blame lana and her music for this. arghhh this might even be gone when im in my right mind later but anywayss. feedback and reblogs mean so much to me, please dont be shy to.

Taehyung loves you like the sky assists the stars, he is always behind you, he is always gazing at eyes filled with love like you are his favorite yet precious piece at the art museum he visits regularly. 

He reminds you regularly that you're beautiful, that you are his muse and his vice. That he would stare at you all day, if he got the chance to.

Taehyung sits with you as you ramble about your day, simply nodding and laughing at the jokes you both share, your warmth bringing him comfort on a snowy day.

Taehyung smiles at you like you deserve everything he wishes to offer, everything you ask for, he tells you that you deserve everything.

Taehyung loves you selflessly, selfless enough that he forgets that you're hurting him. That you're going to leave him for another man. Truth is, you're getting married in a week and Taehyung has loved you for years. He has loved you throughout seasons, throughout day and night, They all changed, summer changes into winter, winter changes into autumn, but his heart doesn't. He cannot change. Days pass into nights, the bright sky turns dark but his mind is as bright as ever with thoughts of you, with the image of your smile and your crystal eyes.

Loving you hurts Taehyung, it hurts when he watches you kiss your fiancé, his throat pokes as he watches your fiancé drop to his knee and propose, But Taehyung claps, even though his eyes are filling up, he tells himself that you deserve it. That you deserve the happiness another man brings to you even though he wishes it was him.

That night Taehyung sits at the edge of his chair, opening up his book of sketches of you, and he continues drawing, he doesn't stop, he tells himself that it's okay, that you're still his best friend but his eyes tell otherwise, drops fall to his book, like the rain outside. Taehyung lulls him to sleep with the image of your smiling face.

When you begged him to assist him with your wedding all Taehyung did was nod and smile at you like you were the moon he gazed at every night. He followed you through countless shops as he watched you try dresses with the biggest smile, looking gorgeous as ever, but you were dressing up for another man, not for him. He ignored the ache in his chest and just smiled like he always did.

And when he returns home, he picks up his sketchbook again his thoughts guiding him, you in your wedding dress, gazing up at him. He smiles and runs his finger through the drawing of you.

When he receives your wedding invitation, his heart shatters. Did he believe that he stood a chance? He ignores the shattering of his heart and simply jokes with your soon to be husband, he simply watches the both of you, as you hold on tight to your fiancé's hands and Taehyung’s hand throbs at his side, he wraps it into a fist like he wrapped up his dreams of ever being with you deep inside him.

Some days Taehyung wishes he forgot your face, that he wakes up without thoughts of you, that his heart would just stop beating whenever you're beside him.

Taehyung is a fool, he is a coward, he stares at himself dressed in a suit, hair combed back in the way you like as he presents himself for your wedding. He takes one last look at the sketches of you sitting at his table and rushes out to you.

It's a bright summer day when you kiss your fiancé and share vows of marriage. The same sunny day Taehyung fell in love with you two years ago on the beach. He smiles as brightly as ever when you look at him happily, he is content. He makes himself believe that he is content just with you being happy. He hugs you, closing his eyes into your scent as he mutters a “Congratulations” with his voice cracking and shakes your husband’s hand.

That night Taehyung simply watches you, like he always did. He sips on the champagne, it burns his throat but he gulps it down just like he did with his feelings as he watches you across the hall, your hand in your husband's as you both sway gazing at each other with the brightest smile.

Taehyung loves you more than you ever will, because you wont, you never will.

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#dr; reciprocated #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #bangtan au #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #bts au #bts scenarios #taehyung fanfic #taehyung imagines #taehyung drabble

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

The Hope in a Hug

So a while ago, @citrusbunnies mentioned that they wanted to see something about Karlach being able to touch people after forever, and I dunno if I quite hit what they were aiming for, but I thought I'd try my hand at it.

Happy New Year!

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For ten years, Karlach has suffered in the Hells, betrayed and sold by a man she trusted completely, a man she looked up to. When she finally found her chance to escape, she was so sure that things would be better.

And to a degree, they are. She is no longer trapped in the endless, pointless Blood War. She is free from her mistress, free to make her own choices, to live her own life.

At least, that’s what she repeats in her head and as she goes to sleep—alone—every night.

It is autumn when Karlach returns to the material plane, and those first few days that she is back are utterly glorious. To see the world in its full array of colors, leaves changing, the sky a cold blue, to catch sight of the occasional woodland creature flitting into the woods, to see frogs at streams of cold, clear water…

It is a balm on her tortured soul.

However, even though she has left the Hells, they have not left her.

She walks through the material plane now, but she is still so far removed from it that part of her wonders if she wouldn’t be better back in Avernus. It is a part she always quells quickly, but the question resurfaces again and again.

She knows the air is crisp, but cannot feel it through the flames that flicker in her veins and across her skin. The water is cold, but it steams when she dips her hands into it. Flowers wither and smoke at her touch. She doesn’t dare try to coax any of the animals to her.

And people…

Gods, but she wishes she could touch someone. 

She misses sex, of course, but what she wants more than anything, more than that, is just simple touch. She wants to brush a leaf off a friend’s shoulder without leaving a scar. She wants to hold their hand, tousle their hair, sling an arm around their shoulders without them yelping in pain. 

But if she touches anyone, she burns them.

Her new companions are sympathetic, mostly. They help her find an infernal blacksmith on the material plane—what luck—but even as they promise that they will keep searching for a cure, even as Dammon swears he will try to come up with a way to settle the fires in her engine, they hurt her.

It is unintentional, and she feels terrible for even thinking it, but the truth is it hurts to watch the rest of them. Hands on shoulders, elbows nudging, and—as it gets colder still—the others often find themselves huddling together at night, bodies pressed together for warmth.

Karlach wishes she could curl around them, with them. She wishes she could just feel them. 

Gods, but it really is like she’s still trapped in her own personal bubble of Avernus. 

She keeps her tone cheerful, tries not to think about it.

There are moments when the flames burn so hot in comparison to the world around her, that she thinks she might melt away. She dares to complain once, and her companion is quick to assure her it will be alright.

But it is so hard to believe that blind optimism.

It is the sort of hope that has fueled her for the last decade and now that she is here, now that she is so close to home, it feels like that hope has become too strained, like with the miracle she has managed, asking for more is too much.

Karlach presses on because that is all she can do. 

When they find Dammon again in the shadowcursed lands, he meets her with a wide grin and a handful of schematics he has been sketching. She almost cries when she realizes that he has not stopped thinking of her since they last parted ways. 

That never would have happened in the Hells.

More so is her disbelief when they hand him their hardwon infernal iron and he knows exactly what to craft. He makes the adjustments, she sets them into place.

And then there is a terrifying moment where she stands there, wondering.

Is it enough?

Has she finally regained what Zariel took from her?

The answer to that is that there are things that she will never get back, and she knows this, but in the moment when arms loop around her, tug her tight, she knows that at least a small piece of her has been returned.

Even an archdevil couldn’t take everything.

More arms encircle her, and soon she is standing in the middle of cluster of friendly embraces, held for the first time in a decade, by half a dozen people who love her.

Damn, it feels good.

There is nothing comparable.

In the coming days, when she finds herself still halting her hand before thwacking a friend’s arm only for them to playfully reach out and nudge her, when she finds arms looping with hers and heads resting on her shoulders at the campfire, none of it feels real.

As she lays in camp, with companions squabbling over who gets to cuddle up next to the best heat source in all of Faerun, she sometimes wonders if this is a dream. If she lets herself drift off to sleep, will she wake up surrounded by charred corpses? 

Will she wake up in Avernus?

Each morning that greets her with that pale cold that makes her breath puff in front of her lips strengthens her hopes, renews them. 

By the time they reach Baldur’s Gate, she does not hesitate when she reaches out to grab shoulders, does not stop herself when she tousles hair and laughs at the way her companions become so playfully disgruntled.

She can feel the strain of the engine inside of her. She knows that it will not last much longer.

But damn if these aren’t some of the best moments of her life.

It’s not fair that a few short months are all she gets after a decade of utter despair, but she tries not to think that far ahead.In the moment, in the now, if she needs a hug, she can reach out for one, and that is enough.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #karlach #fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[cvsmixnaya]

aot cast with an art student partner

pairings: various!aot x art student!reader

pronouns: none used but its gender neutral.

a/n: these are for my art babes out there. coming from an art student which is me‼️ i’ll do fashion next cause i’m into that too😋 enjoy this random ass headcanon. also the middle pic is my art hehe

eren

he’s more of a music guy but art and music go hand in hand and i’m here for it. hell he’ll even play tunes on his guitar while you’re working on art projects cause it’s so relaxing. if he’s not playing on the guitar he’ll play music on a speaker and just sit with you and watch you work. sometimes you two are fighting over what song to play it’s actually hilarious. you will want lana del rey and he will want post malone. yall take turns to play music but you both can agree on arctic monkeys. this guy won’t admit but he loves watching you do your art. he just loves how focused you look. overall he can be a jackass cause it’s eren but you two get along perfectly because like i said, music and art go hand in hand

armin

you guys just don’t understand how much i love this man OH MY GOD. he admires you and your artwork so so much he keeps complimenting you and you just look at him like ‘🥹’ ok idk if it’s just me but it’s always the art students or any kind of design student that has such good fashion and that’s what armin also loves so much about you. he loves all the different outfits you pull off he literally said “you are the definition of ‘wear the dress don’t let the dress wear you” like OMG???? KISS ME??? but this guy does not like it when you stay up late working on art projects and consuming a shit ton of caffeine. he forces you to go to bed and work on it the next day cause he cares about your health and you cannot stop him. He loves watching you work and if you needed anything while working he will get it for you. in general he’s such a cutie and a sweetheart and i love him sm and if anyone hurts him, it’s over for you

mikasa

i feel like she would be an art student too so she understands the work and stress that goes down in assignments and tests. occasionally you two would sit together and work on your assignments together but most of the time yall prefer doing it separately. it’s nothing personal but you two agreed that nothing would get done so it’s better to do your thing alone. mikasa honestly admires your creativity so much and is just so impressed by your talent. she’s just so proud of you she’ll be like “that’s my partner!!” but plzzz i beg you to compliment her art because it makes her so happy that you think she has potential when she really does :(( sometimes you sit at starbucks with her and go over some ideas and brainstorm together, showing rough ideas while drinking iced coffee

levi

he really loves the quietness in the room with some music playing through the speaker connected to your phone. it’s not anything loud or chaotic. mainly cigarettes after sex cause it’s giving levi so much. he tends to give some suggestions with your work on how it can be better and most of the time they’re actually helpful and you look at him with squinted eyes wondering if he’s secretly an art student. he likes you watch you work while he drinks his tea and you drink your iced coffee or redbull (i love redbull sm). at night however, oh god. you love art so much that you’re willing to stay up till 2 am drawing random things and it’s not even an assignment. this man is DRAGGING you to bed and your literally just fighting for your life to go back and finish that sketch but he makes you sleep and you get so pissed about it but fall asleep when your head hits the pillow😭

hange

they’re like armin but with some extra energy. they are genuinely so curious with what you work on and what kind of materials you use. if you’re working on a canvas they love seeing how well you use acrylic paints and mix them to make a new colour and they find it so aesthetically pleasing and they don’t know why. they just stare at you like a god/goddess with heart eyes. they love it so much they asked you to teach them basics. you of course said yes but poor hange just could not understand what was happening i feel so bad for them. you both came to the conclusion that hange was not made for art but they still admire it.

porco

this bastard literally teases you but you know he means well. he actually helps around a lot which shocks you. if you needed something, he will speed run to get whatever you need. let it be water, paint, tissue. whatever it is, he suddenly becomes a track star and gets what you need. even though he teases you, he loves what you do knowing damn well he can’t do it. he does tend to distract you though just so you can pay attention to him while you’re working and you just look at him like ‘boy wtf-’ but in the end, he’s so proud of you and he does love you. he just likes to make fun of you but dw he’s a sweetheart and doesn’t mean it. he just has ego issues PFFTT

live laugh love art😇‼️‼️

#mikasa x you #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #eren yeager x reader #mikasa x reader #hange zoe x reader #aot imagines #levi x reader #porco x reader #art #armin arlet x reader

[misti-chan]

Hey, I discovered your blog recently and I’m loving it. I really like your writing, please, keep along with <3

I was wondering if you could write some headcanons about how would Brook, Sanji and Caesar react if they caught the person who likes them secretly drawing them, please.

Thank you <333

Hi!! Thank you so much kind anon! ♥ I loved your request really because I love those three characters so much!! QQ ♥ I hope you like it!

❤ Sanji, Brook and Caesar reacting to the person who likes them secretly drawing them ❤

Unlike you, Sanji is the strict opposite of discretion and would usually smother you with his affection and definitely his food. He would go to great lengths to show you his feelings, even though they might not be reciprocated. He always thought that you were not interested in him since you never responded to his actions. But who could blame you? Sanji was a true gentleman to everyone, and gentleman was an adjective far too weak to describe him.

So when he came to you to give you something to eat and drink during one of your drawing sessions it hit him like a truck. He was so unbelievably surprised to see you secretly drawing him in your notebook that he almost fainted right here and then. The poor Sanji almost cried right in his place.

He couldn’t trust his eyes. He was so pleased to see that you thought of him so kindly that you were drawing him. After all he had gone through Sanji thinks of himself as unloveable and pathetic, especially after Whole Cake Island. So knowing that you have some affections left for him warmed his feeble heart.

He wouldn’t let you know what he saw. Sanji would just walk towards you as nothing happened, but inside his heart, he is content and happy. After that Sanji would calm down with his overly showing side. But strangely his most serene face feels more real and not just a façade.

Brook, just like Sanji, isn't really confident with the idea that you could reciprocate his feelings. After repeating his jokes about him being dead countless times, Brook knows too well that he’s only a skeleton with nothing to offer, no warmth during cold nights, nor any kind of skin contact, only the coldness of bones and death. But one man can dream and hope for the better. He still has the faith that one day he will tell you how he truly feels.

So when he approached you to show you his newest song he was bewildered to find you drawing him in your notebook. At first he thinks that maybe you just wanted to practice drawing anatomy or whatsoever, however his heart was trying to tell him something else. His desire for it to be something completely different couldn't stop spreading in his heart.

But unlike Sanji, Brook came nearer and struck a conversation with you asking if you were drawing him hoping that you would open up to him. He sat next to you, visibly content. Happiness was radiating for him and you could actually feel it too. His mood could only rub on you and you thought that maybe you could show him too.

This little moment between the two of you encouraged him to not give up on his feelings yet. Maybe, maybe he had a chance, after all. He just cannot possibly go a day without your smile and laugh. This poor skeleton definitely needs you to bring up some spice in his gloomy life.

Like the others, Caesar thinks of himself as unworthy of love, especially after everything he has done in his life. He may not feel guilty, but the man knows that what he did was clearly not acceptable. So when he caught feelings for you, Caesar didn't think he had any chance with you. He dismissed any thoughts or wants to act on his feelings, as he knew it was a waste of time, even though he wanted it so badly.

Caesar is definitely the type to pry and to watch you from afar secretly. So, when he saw you sketching him in your notebook, the man almost let out a screech, completely taken aback by what he saw. He even might rub his eyes to be sure he is seeing right. Why in your right mind would you draw him out of everyone?

He is also the type to overthink a lot. Maybe you think he is handsome? Or maybe you also caught feelings? But he dismissed those thoughts as soon as they arrived. After all it is very unlikely that you reciprocate his feelings. You are his perfect opposite. You are someone kind and welcoming, someone that everyone would fall for.

So as pathetic he thinks he is and feels, he sits still far away from you hoping that one day you could love him back even after everything he did. But as for now, watching over you is enough for him. His only fear is to lose you to someone else, but how could he win you over?

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #brook x reader #brook imagine #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji headcanons #sanji imagine #caesar clown headcanons #caesar clown x reader #caesar one piece #caesar clown imagine #brook one piece #sanji one piece #brook headcanons

[lilac-hecox]

HI, I'm in love with your kinktober works 💞💞 I just wanna ask if you could write about Golden retriever Ian AU, something sweet with the other cast members (You can add Cat Anthony too but thats optional)😭😭

Just all love for him, I will love everything you'd do

Dog boy!Ian/Cat boy!Anthony - Wag

--

For a golden retriever hybrid human, Ian was never as expressive as people imagined he would be. He knows it can be disappointing, his stoic nature, but he just isn’t as outwardly expressive as most people, or even most hybrids. Shayne is also a golden retriever, and he is the total opposite of Ian in every sense. He’s easily excited, ears shooting up with interest and his fluffy golden blonde tail wagging at the slightest hint of joy.

So, when Anthony returned to Smosh Ian suddenly finds all his puppy instincts kicking in. They’ll be filming and Anthony will be telling some story, some joke, and before Ian knows it, his tail wags a mile a minute as he giggles along.

“That’s so cute,” Courtney says, cooing at him.

Ian flushes a delicate pink, and his co-workers laugh fondly, the way they always tease each other within the company. Anthony is a black cat and he’s sleek yet affectionate by nature. He doesn’t have direct outward displays of his happiness besides the extremely rare times he purrs, so he’s quick to speak about those things that make him happy, that bring him joy.

“It just means he’s happy,” Anthony says, his voice dripping with fondness, and his own long, black tail laying lazily over Ian’s. The feeling of sleek fur against his own fluffy tail only makes Ian flush a deeper shade of pink and somewhere off-screen Kimmy calls cut for them to take a break.

--

They are filming their updated take on the Pokemon in Real Life sketch in the new Smosh house. It’s a break between filming scenes and Ian is curled in the giant bean bag chair they are using in the video. He’s fucking around on the working Gameboy, playing Fire Red and leveling up his Charmander, just as Anthony strolls into the room.

“You’re still playing that?” Anthony asks with amusement.

“Yeah, I caught a Pidgey.”

“Pff, Pidgey sucks, dude,” Anthony says with a laugh.

He comes to stand next to the bean bag and then with no preamble, Anthony is nudging Ian over with his elbows and urging him to scoot over. Then Anthony is settling into the giant bean bag chair alongside Ian, his cat tail curling across Anthony’s own thigh and then Ian’s.

Ian keeps playing the game and wills his tail to stay still where it’s tucked against the chair. He hates that he loses control so easily now around Anthony, and while there is no shame in being happy and letting his tail wag, he doesn’t want to come off as some dumb eager puppy, he doesn’t want to weird Anthony out.

Anthony though, tilts his head back against the chair and his cheek touches Ian’s shoulder. He watches Ian play on the borrowed Gameboy. Ian can feel one of the fuzzy tips of his ear brushing against Ian’s neck just barely.

It is quiet and peaceful between them, a new dynamic in their older years. A comfortable silence that doesn’t need to be filled with jokes and stories and laughter to hide a tension under the surface. They can exist together in this space, in the quiet, content, and comfortable.

It takes a few minutes before Ian hears the deep rumble of Anthony purring. He doesn’t say anything, just glances over at the other man, his best friend. Anthony’s eyes are closed, and his head is nestled against Ian’s shoulder, but he’s purring warm in his chest. It’s cute, sweet, makes something heavy and fond shift in Ian’s body. As much as Ian hates wagging his tail in public, Anthony hates purring, and Ian hasn’t heard it much since they reunited. He remembers being a teenager, sleeping in the same bed, and the kind of happiness that comes with being a kid, how the rhythmic rumbling of Anthony’s purr always lulled him to sleep when he spent the night.

Hearing it now was like coming home in a way and Ian cannot stop the way his tail wags even trapped under his own body, the happiness filling him like a warm summer day. He doesn’t say anything, and his wagging doesn’t disturb Anthony, and they stay that way, together, comfortable, quiet, purely happy to just be around each other once again.

#dog boy!ian #cat boy!anthony #golden retriever!ian #black cat!anthony #only-frann #ianthony #fluff #smoshships #polysmosh #can be seen as platonic ianthony #ian's day #Ian's day 2023

[ventique18]

Generous

(Full image + fanfic under the cut)

Type: Fanfic + Sketch

Pairing: Malleus x afab!Reader

Warnings and notes:

Smut! 🔞 Minors DNI!!

Malleus POV

Oral (Y/N receiving), Dom!Mal, pseudo-public

Sketch: suggestive (MC in underwear) but not too graphic

Links to other works: https://ventique18.tumblr.com/post/686055226886832128/masterlist

- Fanfic start -

“Outrageous. Utterly odious.”

The heels of my shoes resound in the hallway in sharp clacks. I thunder across the stone floor; aware that the mere pressure of my stride is battering the poor, weathered pathway— and yet, not caring enough to calm myself out of my turbulent thoughts. Too impassioned to slow down if only for the sake of the footsteps behind me.

“Mal,” you breathe, frantically trying (and failing) to catch up to me, “I’m so, so sorry. We all thought you were just running late—“

“And you deem me not important enough to wait for, or even inform, before you all began your merry tea party? Diasomnia, my own dorm, downing tea and stuffing their faces full of cupcakes without their housewarden?” I whirl around to face you, and you stop abruptly, “What is the purpose of this cellphone you humans are so fond of, if you cannot even utilize it to send a simple notice?”

I see your body freeze, eyes wide in what I surmise is guilt. You bring your hands to the hem of your slack’s pockets; fidgeting and not meeting my eyes, “Grim borrowed it earlier to watch spelldrive videos."

“I believe other students have phones, Y/N,” I snap back.

You clamp your mouth shut, and I sigh. It’s not as if I do not grasp the concept of getting carried away by the moment, and indeed I am guilty of such in many moments of my daily life. It’s only that… Whenever I think of how happily you were chatting with my subjects— the way you chuckle at Sebek’s eating habits and how you prod at Silver’s arm to stir him awake…

If I were in that picture, you would be laughing with me instead.

Still, I suppose it IS rather unfair to put all the blame on you solely because I was… jealous, of my retainers. Ah, how degrading it is to admit such paltriness, even in my private thoughts.

I sigh again, “No matter. I’m quite used to such audacity,” I turn my back to you again, intending to return to my quarters at once, “Now, forgive my rudeness, for I wish to retreat for the day.”

In one stride, my hand was on the door to the dorm’s throne room. And then I stopped when you hesitantly tugged at my coattail.

“Mal,” you look at your shoes; likely stringing your words in your head, "I'm really sorry for earlier," your eyes flicker up to meet with mine, "I really thought you were just... busy in the restroom or something."

A faint blush creeps up your cheeks, and I do not know what kind of foolishness you're thinking.

I let you continue, nonetheless, "But I want to make it up to you. Twice, ten times, I don't know. I hope I'm still your favorite person even if I accidentally ate your share of cupcakes."

I blinked, "You ate my cupcake?" I asked, honestly not knowing what to say. I do not understand the relevance of this cupcake in this conversation.

Your face grew noticeably more embarrassed, "Any-anyway, if you're free, let's go on an ice cream date at Sam's? I'll treat you!"

I almost burst into laughter right there and then. Leave it to you to turn any situation twice lighter. I already forgive you, of course I always do, both for the lack of notice and for eating the cupcake I care so little about. And yet who am I to reject your gracious offer to make it up to me?

If I were a common man, I would have already taken your hand and pranced our way to your idea of a childish date. I would have kissed the cream off your lips and exchanged fruity flavors with you. I would have held your hands and whispered to you how much I loved you.

And yet that was not me. Such colorful imagery was not me.

You give me an inch, I'll take a mile. You know how the fae work.

"Ah, but I'm not quite in the mood for anything sweet," I gently pry your fingers off my jacket and into my hold, "But I have a different flavor in mind, if you would?"

I narrow my eyes at you; a heavy meaning deep in my tone. I watch your pupils dilate, and whether it be from fear or excitement, you do not voice. Yet, you nod greedily at me-- too quickly to be innocent, and my lips tug into a wide grin.

Thud. Your back hits the door with a dull sound, but you do not react at all to the pain-- too entranced by the pleasure brought about by my mouth on your neck.

I run my tongue from the base of your neck to the edge of your jaw; sucking and licking your plump flesh as if I'm melting a ripe peach on my mouth. I flick at your earlobe and watch you shudder. I chuckle. To see your trembling in my hold, your hands clinging onto any part of me you could hold, feet helplessly dangling and pressing against the door as I keep your weight from touching the ground.

Truly, seeing you so desperately depend on me sends a perverse wave of satisfaction to my core.

More.

My hand wanders to your stomach; squeezing tightly to inflict just a little bit of pain while my tongue massages the column of your throat.

I want you more.

And so my fingers, sinful as they are, glides between your thighs-- and you close them shut.

"My," I draw circles on your thigh with a finger, unimpeded by your action, "Do you dislike my touches, my darling?" I whisper languidly before blowing a hot breath to your reddened ear.

You shiver once again, eyes closing as your breath catches in your throat. You don't respond to me, however.

"And yet you seem to like my kisses, no?" I provoke, a low chuckle rumbling within my chest, "Very well. Luckily for you, I'm feeling rather generous today."

I drop you down, and you squeak. Not out of the sudden impact on your toes, I don't think so, but perhaps because of me suddenly kneeling in front of you on one knee. I laugh at your bewildered expression.

I see. I believe this is how humans profess their undying love to each other, correct? How adorable. The way your cheeks redden like round apples is adorable. Your innocent thoughts are entirely adorable.

Though, I am no such romantic.

Without bothering to comment on whatever it is that is running in your mind, I quickly bring my hands on your waist and undid the buttons of your slacks. I've done this a dozen of times, and so it didn't take long for me to bring both your pants and underwear to your ankles.

You gasp and throw a hand on my shoulder on reflex, "Malleus, what are you doing--"

Exactly what you see I'm doing, love.

My mouth opens, and your knees buckle at the hot breath that caresses your labia. I prod your bud, ah how small and cute it is, with the tip of my tongue and an unintelligible garble flows out of your throat. I sweep a circle around your bud before taking a straight line towards your awaiting hole.

A drop of salty honey drips in my mouth. Thick, viscuous, slick. Hot. I greedily suck at your folds; desperately extracting more of the heavy scent invading my senses.

My nose hits your bud and you muffle a scream. Why are you holding back?

Sing.

So my tongue stabs at your hole; mercilessly, impatiently. I run it through the ridges of your cavern. I explore urgently, wanting to taste every nook and cranny of you, drinking myself silly with the intoxicating tincture of your nectar and your sweat. I silently thank my anatomy for giving me quite the long tongue. Reaching the deepest parts of you proves to be fascinatingly easy, and the melody of your moans turns out to be an easy reward.

"Mal, Malleus!" You groan, and I feel a tightness in my underwear at the thought of you dirtying my name with your lustful mouth, "Public, we're in public..." You manage to choke out.

The door is tightly locked. The room is enchanted so that not a sound would escape through any gaps at all. I do not delight in the prospect of others seeing or hearing your lewd body.

But of course you have no awareness of that.

And I like that.

I like seeing you writhe.

Instead of answering, I close my mouth around your bud and give it a hard suck. You scream in surprise, but I do not let up and instead flick my tongue across it multiple times. Front and back, sometimes left and right. I put a light nibble in between, and then a light bite to throw you off the rhythm.

I watch in perverse satisfaction as you throw your head back and knock it against the door, legs shaking wildly as the balls of your feet lift off the ground. Your fingernails scratch at the wood. Your drool dribbles down your chin. Your chest, still clothed, heaves up and down to catch the air that escapes your lungs.

How annoying. That shirt is annoying.

And so magically it's gone, and you are left completely naked with your pert nipples completely exposed for me to feast my eyes upon.

Stiff and supple. Cute.

"Mal!" You yelled, embarassment amplifying your heavy arousal, "What if," you moaned again as I plunge two fingers inside you, "What if someone... someone.... Nhhn, ah!"

Three now. My fingers are long, and I reach the entrance to your womb. How cute the little button inside you is. I caress it, and you collapse forward, hands tightly grabbing on my horns.

I must punish you for that.

I send a shockwave to your womb, and you sputter. Your walls clench and unclench in such an erotic way, as if you're begging me for more. Holding tightly onto me like a death grip. Releasing copius amounts of honeyed liquid as if weeping for me to put my cock inside you, fuck you hard, and inject you with so much semen you're sure to wake up carrying my child in your stomach.

"Malleus!" You scream once more, loud enough to rattle your entire body against my hold, "I'm going to--!"

And then I pull out. Your eyes open wide. I let go of you, and you almost slide down to the floor with how weak your knees have become.

I turn my back to you and walk away.

You, using your bewildered, shaky voice, reach out to me with an echo, "Where... Where are you going?"

I stop, "Why," I half-look at you, a huge grin splicing across my face, "this is the throne room. My throne room. And I am to take a seat, as its King."

I see you tremble from the unsatisfied arousal leaking out of your petals. I laugh wickedly, "If you have any requests, I shall listen to them."

I lazily stroll forward, taking my time to lower myself onto the throne all the while watching you struggle, "But only if you prostrate yourself before me and beg, Child of Man."

I raise a finger and beckon. You lower yourself on the ground, as if glamoured. But you were not. Of course not. It was only you, and only your own lustful thoughts, only your lewd body, that obeyed my ridiculous words.

You inch forward, breasts swaying, naked. Plump ass up in the air. Your core exposed, reddened, swollen from how much nectar is leaking and dripping and oozing out of your desperate hole.

Such a beautiful, sinful fruit. Molded by me, ripened for me. Only for me.

I lick my lips, "Now, what shall it be? Luckily for you, I am feeling quite generous tonight."

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #smut #malleus x reader #twst fanfic #twst fanart

[bosskie]

Practicing Molluck

Last night, I had an urge to draw Molluck with traditional art supplies since I have felt like drawing some traditional art for some days. This is basically a sketch practice thing again. I felt like drawing him from an 'unusual' perspective for practice reasons.

Last time I drew a pencil portrait of Molluck like this was about 2½ years ago:

I'm kinda just getting tired of drawing with a computer mouse and I feel like I enjoy doing traditional art the most, even I have done it rarely during the recent years. The main reason why I haven't done more traditional art is my self-hatred since I have felt like I'm just gonna waste those art supplies for drawing/painting some trash.

Man, I got so many art supplies to try out and it would be nice to have a challenge where I draw the same thing with different art supplies; I did such a thing in high school with five different supplies for the art course. Oh, and I really wanna do a Molluck statue to myself, like a lil golden bust, like the one on his blimp!

This is just such a nice little detail we can barely even see. I mean, I would love to take a much closer look at that bust!

But yeah, my point was that after all, I feel like I don't enjoy doing digital art so much. I used to like drawing with the mouse and that's the main reason why I have kept drawing with it but over the time I have just seen better and better how it restricts me and that's why I feel like I do draw better traditionally than digitally even I have drawn mainly digital stuff for a decade. Maybe one day I try out some proper digital art supplies but I don't know if it's truly my thing. I just feel like I can also draw more precisely when I do traditional stuff.

But yes, both medias have their own pros and cons but I do enjoy doing traditional art more. Man, sometimes I think about painting a huge portrait about Molluck... I bet that Molluck would love it too! I just kinda love it that Gluks love their own faces so much. And I also just would find it fun to paint a portrait and frame it like it was something that Molluck would have hanging on his wall. I just agree with him that he is such a beautiful Gluk and I just cannot get enough of him...

I have started yet another digital practice thing but not sure if I finish it, or I more like might redo it. It's quite a WIP to me but I can show an edited one:

I guess that you can get it why I chose those colours (It's the logo!). I know that some spots don't look right but it feels like it would be easier to draw this traditionally, so this is what I mean with redoing this. I also haven't used reference to this one like to the those pencil sketches since I kinda wanted to practice building 'a mental 3D model' of Molluck. Yeah, practicing drawing Molluck over and over again feels like precising my mental image of him. Drawing him both without and with a reference is a part of that.

Oh, and I remember loving drawing on a black paper with colour pencils, so I would like to draw something like this traditionally. I'm still not stopping digital stuff and I got some digital WIPs to finish but I would just like to focus more on traditional art. Just screw this self-hatred; I'm gonna use those art supplies!

I do hope that this 'art year' is gonna be better than the previous one. I really need to draw more to improve and get these ideas out of my head... Yeah, even I have been drawing mainly Molluck for 2½ years, I feel like I still have a lot to learn about drawing him.

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

[arashikohedervary]

As much as I love Ed and Stede I literally like any member of the Revenge Crew better, so here are five more background character that have deeper personality than the Atlantic Ocean:

Spanish Jackie: Is she Jackie? Yes. Is she Spanish? No. The perfect combo. She's the strong female character every media needs. Having her own pirate bar, kicking out everyone and everything she doesn't like is the best life anyone can ever have. At this point if she asked me to marry her I'd gladly be her twenty second spouse.

Karl: One minute silence for the memory of Karl please. I think everything has been said about him already. Good friend, navigator, great husband, loyal companion. Rest in peace Karl.

Olivia: Imagine being the cool heroine who - after her husband not coming home - finds his best friend, learns how he died, helps to avenge him and then stays and fills the position he used to be in. I think she doesn’t get enough credit. More 👏 love 👏 for 👏 Olivia.

Fang (Kevin): Man, look at that jawline! I cannot believe he haven't been sketched before. I really like about him that even in those first few episodes where he was supposed to be a scary big guy he just looked like a big marshmallow. (*in Spanish Jackie's voice*: but I love me a marshmallow.)

Ivan: the guy is the kind of man who goes like 'I don't like drama' but then literally brings popcorn. I'm in love with both him and his axe, fight me about it but I think it's an underrated weapon. Also, I will not stop missing him. It hit so hard to hear that he died, I won't forget the way he was always there for Fang. Love🖤

Archie: I almost forgot our crew-quenn. Excuse me, she isn't 'the new guy', she is the most badass person you'll see in this century. And man, somebody get her a snake! I think she misses her days in the snake cult and it would be just cool addition overall.

PS: Do not worry, my (as it turns out very-very long) Izzy essay is coming along.

#our flag means death #our flag means gay #ofmd #ofmd spanish jackie #spanish jackie #karl the seagull #olivia the seagull #ofmd fang #ofmd ivan #crew of the revenge #ofmd archie

[meraki-yao]

List of thoughts while listening to the RWRB audiobook while drawing Alex during my drawing class (27 9 2023)

Preface: I have an hour of sketch class every week that I've been taking for 11 years now, I love it and my teacher is basically my Godfather at this point.

I'm learning to draw portraits and my teacher lets me pick the photo. I picked Alex, and I listen to the RWRB audiobook while I draw. Today's my second lesson on him, and I went through Ch6 to the first ten minutes of Ch7 (so that's state dinner, Alex's room, polo, the first few emails, Paris, Alex's birthday, to Alex's learning more about both Henry and himself)

I had to press my hand against my mouth to stop me from laughing out loud or grinning too crazily

The narrator is good at the delivery of Alex's line (I mean he's not Taylor but as a performance on its own it's pretty good) but Henry's lines DO NOT WORK. I didn't realize it on my first listen, but the British accent is just... It doesn't work, and neither does the line delivery itself. Alex's lines sound like a young man but Henry's lines sound like someone in his forties.

The corresponding movie scenes flash before my eyes whenever I listen to a scene that's in the movie

Also, certain things appear in a different order in the movie but there are a lot of smaller lines and details from the book that the film included

This morning found another AI-generated reading of the emails (this one is "you are a dark sorcerer with both Henry/Nick and Alex/Taylor, but I'm guessing the database used for the generation of this one isn't as complete cuz honestly it sounds kinda off) but that and listening to the actual audiobook made me realize as much as OH MY FUCKING GOD I NEED A FULL CAST AUDIOBOOK suddenly I can't imagine the boys reading it as an audiobook anymore? Like I'm used to hearing them in character full on acting out the scene but I just realized an audiobook is an entirely different form of performance: a dialogue, a quip like the one in the movie After the ass grope in the state dinner, the boys have a quick, continuous rhythm, but with narration, an audiobook doesn't have that. Plus I can't imagine the spicy scenes having the same intensity of delivery as a performance without being a continuously spoken through scene with kissing and wet noises, as it has be interrupted by the narration (that being said I NEED THE FULL CAST AUDIOBOOK)

It's just the second lesson/hour so all I have is a very, very rough outline sketch (I cannot emphasize how true "trust the process" is in art, it will look awful for a while until you slowly add in more details) but my teacher said I improved a lot and you can tell it's Alex (won't post any progress photos because it's... It's a long as fuck process, it's gonna take a couple of months, but when I'm done I'm definitely posting it)

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #rwrb thoughts #rwrb audiobook #drawing progress #yeah idk why i wanted to make this list but ii wanted to make this list #my rwrb list

[honey-minded-hivemind]

OHBOY, let's see what I can come up with, excited to see how this AU progresses!

The Professor, man... If Charles found out that reader was his child too, one he never knew existed, and one that he lost before either of them knew about the blood they shared, he would change, and he'd probably never be the same person. He wouldn't become emotionless or bloodthirsty per se, but he isn't the man who believed in things the way he did when he'd created the X-men. He didn't lose everything, but what he had lost was far far too much for him to be unchanged by the seemingly unending guilt of it, especially after he finds the handbook they had tucked away and buried in the space between their bed and the wall, where reader had written about insecure they felt about how they were viewed, they tried their hardest to believe they weren't loved any less, I imagine reader probably looked up to all of the yan adults in some way.

On another note, if readers' mutation allowed them to turn into a were/monster-like forms of different creatures of the same/a similar genus, like canids, felines or ursids, maybe multiple families (of animal) or just one! All that is just an idea but I'd like to explore any thoughts you have!

Lamb Anon

Oooooo... I like what you're thinking, 🐑 Anon! I love doing these! Please, have a treat:🌮🌭🍕🍟

I do think Charles would be a changed man after this. He'd lost two of his students/kids, his friend lost his only son, and they lost Reader... Who, as it turned out... was his. His child. Someone who he never knew was his, and someone who never knew he was their's. And it stings, an unending, poisonous bite at his thoughts and mind, conflicting with his inner turmoil and guilt and fear. He lost them...

He should have known better.

He is aware that what he is about to, he cannot come back from. Once he's crossed this line, there is no returning to the before. But he's already paid a price, and so have his friends, his children. And they cannot pay that price again.

Taking control should have felt wrong. It should have felt awful, terrifying, villainous... It doesn't feel that way at all. If anything, he feels more powerful, more secure... like if anything else were to happen, he could actually stop it this time.

The others... they don't need much convincing, if any, over the course they're taking. He does try to help them with their nightmares, their guilt, as some of the younger students were unfortunate enough to see what had happened to their friends and their siblings... It was... horrifying.

He sometimes wishes he could forget it. To scrub it from his mind and to move on.

But if he did that... he'd forget them, and he cannot bring himself to do such a thing.

He sometimes feels like he can still hear them, or imagines they are there with them. He knows it isn't true... but he wonders, truly, what they would think of the world they made for them. What they did because of their death, would they hate them? Hate him? Or would they see it as the necessary evil it is? Because that's what it is, is it not? A hard decision left in their hands, with no better option than to take control themselves. And even if it was wrong... There is nothing he can do. They've finally achieved peace; finally made a paradise for themselves and other mutants; have fostered a new era of acceptance and care. Have they not?

He keeps a few pictures of them, on his desk. On the walls of the mansion. A few of the sketches Reader made are in the drawers by his bed, detailing the people they loved most...

He truly misses them...

Maybe one day, if they are fortunate, a mutant will come along who can contact the dead, or bring about reincarnation, or at least let them know if someone is at rest. So for now, he waits, and keeps peace amongst his friends and remaining students, his family. He has already lost one family; he will not lose another...

And he hopes, deep down, that Reader forgives him... That wherever they are, they know they were, and still are, loved...

(Who do you want to explore next, 🐑 Anon? Three down (Magneto, Beast, and the Professor), and four to go: Storm, Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Mystique... You pick who you want to explore next😊)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere xmen evolution #yandere platonic xmen #yandere platonic xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #🖤dark au

[cerise-grenadine]

March 1995, Hogwarts.

The sound took her by surprise.

Over the last few weeks, she had relished hearing his voice turning friendlier as he mellowed to her company, loved seeing his manners becoming livelier and his fine hands gesturing more and more freely, just like the words now came out of his mouth in an unabashed flow. She had seen him smile sometimes, a frank, unguarded smile that had melted her insides; she had even heard him chuckle a couple times.

But the laugh, the genuine, bright, unexpected burst of cheerfulness that escaped him took her breath away. And in that minute, she wanted nothing more than to seal the sound on his lips forever.

— That was an interesting technique, he said lightly, his face still lit by an amused smirk. But you’d rather want to position your hands like th- — There’s something I need to tell you.

His fingers stopped an inch from the keyboard at her sudden seriousness, and he turned to her with a quizzical look.

— I really, really want to kiss you right now.

His eyes grew wide and his face froze in unfeigned shock. She couldn’t help but flick her gaze to his lips, slightly parted in a silent gasp.

Had he really had no idea all this time? It wasn’t really a surprise, as she figured he would have put an end to their rendezvous had he realised, and he had not shown an inkling of non-academic interest so far, but still the man was candidly clueless. While she had been on her best demure behaviour during their first tea parties, she had carefully shed layers of restraint over time as he had warmed up to her, and had long stopped conceiling her admiration. It was quite a feat someone usually so perceptive could be this oblivious.

— Would you mind if I...

She shifted on the bench, tentatively approaching a hand before stopping mid-air. He didn’t move. Mouth, eyes; eyes, mouth. She bit her own lip and inhaled sharply, then finally threw caution to the wind.

As she kissed him unceremoniously, he recoiled so violently he fell off the bench.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

Context: miss DS (she’s over 19) has successfully managed to invite herself regularly in Professor Snape’s quarters to discuss Potions, Arithmancy, music and the beautiful mathematics that hold all these together. For him, it’s a welcome respite in-between classes, Triwizard Tournament shenanigans, "Moody's" and Karkaroff’s company and pre-war meetings (he is not having a nice year). It’s not like there’s anything improper going on, they’re just like-minded scholars exchanging theories over a nice cup of tea. Or at least that’s what he naively thought, as he proposed to show her a couple tricks on the piano that she couldn’t quite manage (she plays more instruments but he’s a far more accomplished pianist). She, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing — until now.

As for what happens next, he gets back up with a big stress nosebleed (and a bruised tailbone) and she feels quite bad about it and apologises a lot on her way out. And apologises again the next day, asking if they can pretend it didn’t happen and resume their normal tea times, promising she won’t do it again (she will absolutely do it again)(but she’ll be more diplomatic about it).

ok i'm not entirely happy with the colours on this one but i guess i'm learning and that's it i'm done. for the life of me i cannot understand why she looks so much better on the black and white sketch but i've been trying to fix her face in vain for hours and i'm fed up haha. but overall i'm content :)

#SlythenclawAU!Snape #snape x oc #not lily #severus snape #snape #snape fanart #hp fanart #love and fluff #ficlet #my art #feel free to fix my english #severus snape fic

[kaltacore]

Some time after the Blight ends, they're invited to Redcliffe. There's going to be a statue in their honour, the letter says, made by one of the best Fereldan artists — and it needs their approval for some reason. A formal one, of course. “At least they didn't pay Orlesians. Let them stick to their fancy chateaus,” Alistair says jokingly, but he seems excited — and Keeris, well, not that much. She doesn't tell him about it anyway. He deserves to feel like a hero for once. Statues and celebrations and all.

It's nice to see Redcliffe rebuild though. It's nice to see anything rebuild — no more darkspawn and barricades, no more walking corpses and burning roofs. Former wastelands are green and full of blooming spring flowers that cover the ruins of something that cannot be restored anymore, completely destroyed houses and fallen mill wings that no one had time to take away; it's a beautiful sight. She'd better stay here instead of going to the castle. She's, frankly, sick of the castles — and they are probably sick of her.

People inside are still friendly, though. Cheerful even. Keeris sees the shade of nervousness crossing Eamon's face when he shakes her hand, but it's not unexpected, really — he couldn't be that fond of her, not after what happened at the Landsmeet, she's aware of that.

The Fereldan sculptor, on the other hand, is very proud and just can't stop talking — about the greatness of his project and how honoured he is to work on it and set the Heroes of Ferelden in stone. Before he bows his head, he gives her a brief look, a strange one for sure, almost terrified — Keeris doesn't know what to make of it nor she wants to try.

Then, he shows it. The art, the concept. It's a big, big piece of paper full of little sketches and drafts and one glorious drawing of a statue in the middle of it.

For a moment, no one says a word.

“What is that?” Alistair asks and his voice sounds genuinely baffled. There are tones of anger in it, loud and clear. Keeris slightly squeezes his hand.

She's not surprised at all.

The statue is a man and a woman in Grey Warden uniforms standing in pretentiously heroic poses. A man resembles Alistair very well, with the same features and even the way he holds his shield. It's almost like him, really, just lifelessly stony grey.

A woman is slightly shorter than him: her features are smooth and pretty, her braided hair is long and wavy, scattered by the wind, and her ears are flat. Her face is so strangely, unfamiliarly bare.

Oh, it does make her angry, furious even. Just a little. Even if she shouldn't care.

She shouldn't care, a girl with vallaslin and sharp features and sharp ears and hair too short to cover them.

“Somehow,” she says calmly, looking Eamon straight in the eyes, “I didn't expect less from your kind.”

They argue. Alistair and Eamon, mostly — she herself wouldn't waste time on it nor she thinks it would change anything, but now they can't go away and loudly shut the door.

Eamon says something about his gratitude. Something about the gratitude of his people and how they all cherish both of them here. Something about the cruelness of the world around. Something about the vile, vile people, who are obviously not there, but they will come and they will not tolerate an elf standing in the middle of their beautiful human town. They will not let it be.

Of course, they won't. She saw the alienage in Denerim. She saw what Anora did to it after she gave her a crown and was proclaimed a friend. It always ends up like this. All the promises and gratitude — they never matter. She learnt it the hard way.

“Then,” she says finally, “Don't make it. Don't place it here. If not for my people's sake — don't lie to your own at least.”

Nobody dares to object.

They leave in awkward, unpleasant silence: no farewells, no partings. They don't even stay for the night at Redcliffe. Alistair keeps repeating he's sorry, that he never wanted it to be this way, that he was sure his uncle would do better than this — Keeris laughs with just a little bitterness in her voice. He shouldn't be sorry. She was the one who took his statue away, wasn't she? He promises they will get a nice, proper one. Maybe somewhere in Amaranthine.

Another letter comes, informing them it is going to be a griffon. A beautiful creature, a symbol, a compromise, it says. None of them respond.

When they get to Redcliffe a couple of years later, there it is, standing in a square. No faces, no names and no shameless lies.

People here still recognise them. They wave their hands when they pass by and promise to buy them a beer if they happen to be around. An elven servant in the crowd blesses her path with Mythal's name. A young girl throws her a flower crown.

They do not put portraits in the archives of Weisshaupt after all.

At least there is no woman who never was.

#i'm sorry. i've been rotating this headcanon in my brain for a year now #and i don't have time nor ideas to put it in a fic. so here it is. #anyway really was thinking a lot. about that statue. i know bioware made it the way it is so it could symbolise all of the players' wardens #but uhh. was thinking about it a little too much and got carried away. and here we are #gonna start posting my stuff here more for practice ig. also i got too confident bear with me #my writing #oc: keeris mahariel #alistair theirin #dragon age

[rabbithaver]

hey there tumblr user rabbithaver! I'm gonna be honest, I've never drawn silver before but I totally relate! I get sick sooo often (I have the flu right now too and man does it suck!) so I decided to make you a quick sketch... its not much, but I hope it cheers you up a little. get some rest, eat an apple, and I hope you're feeling better in no time!

WAUGH??? THIS IS SOOOO CUTE??!?! HOLY MOLY THANK YOU?? THIS TOTALLY DID CHEER ME UP THANK YOU !!! literally i cannot stop looking at this with a big dumb smile on my face. your style is SOOO cute i love it so much!!!!! i honestly never would've guessed that you had never drawn him before, you captured his energy perfectly!! he would have a big silly grin and he would absolutely do a little peace sign when someone's taking pictures of him!! i bet he saw amy doing it when posing for pictures and asked her what it meant, and when she told him he was like ":0!!!! i'm gonna do that forever!!!"

ALSO i am sorry to hear that you are also sick!!! i am telepathically sending you powerful healing rays!!! we will power through our diseases together!!!!

#rabbit.asks #art for me #save #silver the hedgehog #this is just. so cute. mwah i love it so much

[fourtyfourcatss]

-> for @bokutosbiceps !

bungo stray dogs - nikolai gogol ✦

✰ nikolai thinks you are unbelievably attractive in every sense of word; your intimidating countenance yet vibrant personality, the way the sun lights your hair from black to brown as you rode the currents…

✰ an absolute romantic, just like you. i’m sure this man is a grade-A gentleman despite his sadistic attitude, which he definitely tones down and uses to tease you instead. first he invites you for a date, before asking to court you. nikolai, we are in the 21st century, there’s no need for any more courting around here. but expect him to randomly whip out gifts from his cape or pockets of his clothes. you’ll probably be mid hug and feel something plushy press up against you. ta-da! a plushie! its probably one of those really funky looking ones like this

✰ he is not a big fan of bathing in sunlight for too long, so behind you, he’ll definitely have some sort of cover for his little area of shade. why doesn’t he just get in the house? why is he even out with you? he doesn’t like bathing in the sun, but he definitely likes bathing in your presence ;)

✰ you can sing, dance, AND play intruments??

✰ this man is so happy. you know that trope where you set side by side on the piano and play together? thats what he does. he actually actively seeks you out for your sing and dancing and playing, being an appreciator of arts.

✰ he adores that philosophical mood! if he was in rapid-fire with questions when you are in your normal mood, he becomes a gatling gun when you start in your serious mood. he wants to sketch out your philosophies and the values you hold on paper and trace it lovingly with a dynamic hand, he wants to know everything he can about you and jot it down. he’s a bit obsessive, you can see, but its not… too bad? lol.

✰ he’s definitely a contrary figure being both honest and deceiving. when he is honest, when he is guilt-ridden, he speaks from his very heart without abandon or hesitation. he truly admires and loves, so it may be hard to see at first, but his feelings are very much real! he wouldn’t deceive you of all people, не знаю, не знаю. not only so, with this, it is your guarantee of his loyalty. when he has to be, he is fiercely so. your own only heightens his caution regarding not seeming outwardly attractive to you.

kuroko no basket - murasakibara atsushi ✦

✰ look it’s not because you like him, its because you were onto something because the two of you would genuinely would go well together. on another note i found this really nice fanart i think you’d enjoy.

✰ with your passion in athletics, the two of you first see each other in a sports meet. then, it spirals from there. in some way, the two of you have a conversation regarding your individual athletics, and while watching you play, those words flare up, and suddenly, he is with a jittery urge to play basketball again.

✰ the two of you are one hell of a duo together, and mainly, you’re the one talking with him adding his remarks. after people see how you really are, expect them to come flooding at you! murasakibara often gets jealous, and himuro often teases him for how he acts. he’s like a young boy with a crush… its endlessly both entertaining and annoying. not only that since you dont dwell on things too much, he can speak more freely with you, and rarely does he hold back any thoughts with you. this is very freeing for him, since he's a big man with many restraints he placed on himself. he’ll seek in a smile during an embrace, so you cannot see.

✰ often he helps himself to your food, what can you expect? if you can cook, nothing else matters. the two of you work out together sometimes too, and he’s watching the way the sweat curves around your muscles… ok bad thoughts mura, need to stop. he’s very fixated on your lips the most, and he definitely would use kisses to steal candy from you mouth! pocky game, and little teasing kisses is the game for this!

✰ surprisingly very good at taking care of plants especially if its edible, he is your green thumb. reads through an article or two, and immediately sets to work. within a few days and if the damage done is not too horrid, he successfully revives the plants! not only that, he definitely asks you to plant vegetables and fruits lol.

✰ why did he do that previous action? murasakibara’s love language is likely action. because of how he is inherently, he holds gratitude when people does things for him, so he gives that back to people. so whatever you’ve done for him, he pays back in full, not because he thinks he owes you, but because it’s a way he expresses he loves you back! so he hides little snacks in places like the hood on your jacket or digging a hand in your pocket to leave some pieces of wrapped chocolate. the little things. mostly, he endeavors in looking at your figure doing whatever you set to do, holding you in his irises.

✰ the atmosphere around you are languid but unbelievably filled with romantic tension. the kind people feel like they shouldnt interrupt.

[a/n] - i enjoyed writing this matchup!! i hope you enjoy it <3 the fact you can make time for matchups is incredible, especially since you’re in med school! i applaud 👏

#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket matchup #kuroko no basuke x reader #hope you enjoyed! #murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara x reader #bsd matchup #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai x reader