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leewritestoomuch · 23 days

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hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3

Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I don’t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? I’m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???

And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.

Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. I’ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol

Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs

Naruto Uzumaki

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

You might want to turn the stove off.

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yukidragon · 3 months

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May we have a story about Jack's clingy side and uses his puppy dog eyes to make MC to cuddle with him longer? (He uses the puppy dog eyes whenever he wants something and it works 100% of the time) Jack kind of reminds me of a giant puppy.

I love this idea! Jack definitely knows how to channel puppy energy to his advantage, and my MC Alice definitely falls for it every time.

In fact, I love this idea so much that it inspired me to turn it into a quick writing prompt. I also remembered that I owe everyone a nice little Jack x reader fic from the poll I made last year, so I wrote this writing exercise in 1st person gender neutral perspective.

So here it is, just a short but sweet first draft story about clingy Jack giving his sunshine some puppy dog eyes and pleading to get a bit more cuddle time. I don't think any real warnings apply, though it does get a little suggestive. Also, I think this might count as GrovelCore?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my writing, and consider leaving a comment please!💕

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It was nice to have moments like this, just the two of us on the couch cuddled up together. The way Jack wrapped me up in his big, strong arms made me feel so safe, so content. Even though I was tucked comfortably in his lap, he practically surrounded me with his warmth. It was the perfect way to spend a day off from work.

The show on TV was entertaining, but it wasn’t enough to draw my attention away from Jack for long. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to it at all. Every time I looked up at him, I never failed to see those beautiful dark brown eyes of his gazing back at me. His mouth was shaped in a gentle curve of a smile, his expression almost dreamy as he admired me with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it sent my heart racing. I had to look away when the butterflies in my chest fluttered so hard they were ready to burst out of me.

Fuck, I was so down bad for this man, I was down atrocious.

A gloved finger brushed against my cheek, slowly tracing the contours of my face until reaching my chin. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and my eyes returned to Jack as he gently guided my face back towards him.

“Looks like the show’s over,” Jack said. I blinked, caught off-guard, before my eyes darted to the screen to see the credits scrolling by. His honeyed voice drew me back before I could get distracted from his loving gaze for long. “What do you want to do now, sunshine?”

The first thought that popped into my head made my cheeks burn and brought back those damn butterflies. The second thought reminded me to check the time.

Ah damn it. Curse must-watch binge-worthy television. Why must I always fall for your siren song of “just one more episode”?

“Not run errands, that’s for sure, but it’s getting late,” I said with a heavy sigh, banishing the butterflies and steamy thoughts to whence they came. “Groceries aren’t going to buy themselves, and I’ve got a bunch of other stuff I should get out of the way while I’m out too.” I sighed again, shoulders slumping.

Being a responsible adult dealing with all the responsible adult bullshit sucked sometimes. A lot of the time. Actually probably most of the time considering how many hours in a day got eaten up by a cringy job and entitled customers.

I twisted away from Jack and tried to stand, but his large muscular arms kept me locked up tighter than iron bars. I turned back to him with a questioning look, only to see him pouting at me.

“I know it’s important to be responsible, sunshine, but don’t you think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately?” he asked. “We have plenty of food to last a few more days, and you’ve been working overtime for the past five nights in a row. You come home too exhausted to do anything but sleep, then you go right back to work. It’s not good for you.”

“I know,” I said with a helpless shrug. “But what can I do about it? Bills aren’t going to pay themselves either.”

Jack adjusted his hold on me, not enough that I could slip free, but I could feel his hands glide slowly along my back, sending a shiver up my spine. “I know, but it’s just been so long since we’ve had any cuddle time,” he said, his pout making its way into his voice now.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the way his lower lip jutted out just a little further. “You see me every day,” I teased, trying to lighten up the mood. “Besides, we woke up cuddling this morning, didn’t we? You sleep with me every night.”

“You’ve been too tired to cuddle lately,” Jack said, whining a little. “Even this morning, you didn’t really wake up until halfway through breakfast. This is the first chance in days that I’ve had to really have you all to myself.” He dipped his head down, closer to mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the TV’s gentle glow made his dark eyes shine. “I missed you, sunshine.”

His big soulful eyes tugged at my heartstrings, and his gentle caress along my back made me want to melt into him. “I missed you too,” I admitted after a moment. We couldn’t exactly talk when other people were around, and work had been too busy for us to even sneak a kiss without the risk of getting caught in the act.

I was pretty sure Jack wouldn’t mind even if someone else could see him making out with me. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might even enjoy getting caught. Sometimes this man acted like he had no idea what it meant to feel shame.

Then again, Jack was always painted up like a clown 24/7. If he wasn’t embarrassed by the bright face paint or his silly jokes, then he probably didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Sometimes I wished that I could say the same. The idea of being seen making weird faces while holding onto the air left me feeling a level of cringe that not even the greeting at my job could match. It probably would be a kiss with tongue too knowing Jack.

The thought left me burning, both with mortification and the memory of the way his kisses made me feel.

Maybe it would be worth the embarrassment considering how good of a kisser Jack was.

As if reading my mind, Jack brushed his lips against mine, just a peck, but it was enough to snap my attention entirely to my boyfriend. “Then stay with me,” he said with a hint of desperation to his breathy voice. “Please?” He planted another kiss on my lips, just a little longer but still only a tantalizing taste of what he could offer me. “I need you.”

Jack finished off the last of my resistance by saying my name in that same pleading tone while looking at me with so much love and need in his beautiful dark brown eyes. His desperate voice and puppy dog eyes made me melt like cotton candy in water.

I gave in to him. I couldn’t help it. I was weak to him when he begged me like this, and I needed Jack just as badly as he needed me.

“Jack,” I sighed as I looped my arms around his neck and drew Jack in for another kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips, and he murmured my name again before his tongue slid into my mouth to get a taste of me.

Soon I was pinned against the couch, breathless and panting, with Jack looming above me. His arms were a cage that secured me there and ensured that I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Not that I wanted to with the way his mouth moved along my neck, hot and wet. I couldn’t help but moan his name as he sucked on my skin, arching up into him.

Even before Jack started tugging at my shirt, I had a feeling that I wasn’t getting any errands done today, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every touch, every kiss, and every murmur of my name along with sweet praise made the world around us fade away, until nothing else existed but the two of us and our love.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #Sunny Day Jack x Reader #Yandere x reader #X Reader #Reader Insert

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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Bestfriend perv!Eddie headcanons bc whoops I’m obsessed with him (I may have to write a full perv!Eddie fic this was so hot…)

Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, somnophilia, masturbation, grinding, secretly taking pictures.

Perv!Eddie who’s your closest friend, you guys have hung out everyday for years but you’re so sweet and innocent that you don’t realise his true intentions… or so he thinks.

Perv!Eddie would be such a horny mess for you. He’s a virgin and he’s completely touch starved, so having a best-friend as fucking hot as you drives him literally crazy. He’d be completely infatuated right away, feral for you and everything you do, worshipping the ground you walk on and using your innocence about all this to his advantage.

Perv!Eddie would 100% sniff your panties. Whether at yours or his, if you go to have a shower Eddie will find the panties you just took off and get himself off with them. He loves the fresh scent of your cunt on them, the slight glisten of your arousal on them if he’s lucky enough, that he will bring up to his tongue and lap at desperately. His eyes would be rolled back as he inhales your scent, cock painfully hard and movements frantic, imagining how divine it would be to actually taste your pussy. It gets him off even more if he hears the shower switch off and knows he has to cum within minutes otherwise you’ll catch him red handed.

Perv!Eddie would have a literal boxed collection under his bed of magazines with girls that look like you that have pages crusted together from all the fun he’s had with them. He’d even go the step further and start taking pictures of you himself with the neat polaroid you got him for his birthday, because the girls in the magazine could never look as good as you. You always somehow innocently reinforce his perverted nature, which makes Eddie begin to believe that maybe you like it. Either way, these become Eddies new favoured pictures and he becomes obsessed with trying to get the most risqué pictures of you without you noticing. His favourite picture is a close up of your sleeping face, he likes to cum over your parted lips.

Perv!Eddie who absolutely dies when you wear a short skirt, it burns him up with the desire to bend you over, flip that tiny skirt up and fuck you senseless. He can’t draw his eyes away from your thighs and will probably also ‘innocently’ put his hand on your thigh while you’re talking, stroking soft circles with his thumb that make it hard for you to breathe let alone continue talking without stuttering. This makes Eddie smirk, filled with pride that he can make you squirm like this. He just wants to fall to his knees between your legs, kiss and spread those delicious thighs and then absolutely devour you. He would eat you out for hours if he had his way, having you shaking and begging for him to take you.

Perv!Eddie who has loads of cute nicknames for you, some definitely more so than just friendly, but its Eddie saying them so you love it. Dollface, pretty girl, sugar, pumpkin, sweetheart, Eddie will use any word under the sun to describe his favourite girl. He even crosses the line and dares to call you baby, which to his surprise you love hearing.

Perv!Eddie definitely has a corruption kink, the thought of how sweet and innocent you are to all his actions gets him painfully hard, and he would love nothing more than to ruin you. The thought of you reciprocating his feelings, actually wanting him to do all the perverted things he thinks about doing to you drives him insane. He constantly wants to try and push the boundaries to see what you’ll allow, which is seemingly anything he does.

Perv!Eddie would also sit you on his lap way more than would be appropriate for friends, it doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re with. More often than not you get mistaken for a couple which makes Eddies heart want to burst from his chest with joy. His favourite is to have you on his lap when you’re all playing dnd, seeing the jealous looks of the other boys around the table fuels his superiority. His hands will rest in your lap more often than not, slowly drifting under your skirt and holding your thigh gently. And you’re such a sweetheart that you don't ever mention his hard cock pressed up against you, though you’ll admit you find yourself grinding on it ‘accidentally’, loving the chokes and groans it draws out of Eddie.

Perv!Eddie looks at your tits like constantly, and obviously you notice it but you think it’s just a guy thing. Lord help Eddie if you are wearing anything low cut because he will be mesmerised, watching the way they bounce when you move or jiggle when you laugh. He’ll be practically drooling as he imagines his face between them, or better yet imagines what it would be like to pull your top down, expose your gorgeous tits to him. Eddie only managed to see your bare tits once when he walked in on you changing, and it was only for a fraction of a moment, but the image is still burned into his mind and he is desperate to see them again.

Perv!Eddie who insists you guys spoon at sleepovers because that’s what best friends do. When in reality he just wants your ass pressed right up against him and his arm draped tightly over your tits. He’d try his best to contain himself while you’re awake, but once you’re asleep he will slowly grind against you, obsessed by the heat of your cunt against him through your clothing. It becomes a new favourite thing of his to do because of how often you sleep over, and he often finds himself cumming in his pants cause he’s a sex-starved virgin and he literally can’t take how good it feels to be pressed against you. He’s naive enough to think his rutting has never woken you up.

Perv!Eddie who loves that you’re so comfortable around him that you don't mind walking around in your underwear or changing in front of him. Again, he insists you’re besties so it’s cool, hell he’ll even take his shirt off to show you that it’s chill. But he is watching you like a hawk and drooling over every exposed bit of skin he can see. And your ass has him wanting to get on his hands and knees and beg you to let him touch you, he has way too many photos taken when your back was turned while you changed.

Perv!Eddie will find any excuse to touch you, always having a hand on your lower back or your waist when he walks behind you, holding your hand when your walking together, hugging you from behind and pulling your back to his chest. As well as just his desire to be close to you, he does it as an act of possession, to show other guys that he is the only one who can be this close to you, you’re his to touch only. He’s extremely jealous and wouldn’t stand for anyone else getting to be with you like he is, so he counts his lucky stars that he’s the only one you let get that close to you. In his mind that reinforces that you’re his.

Perv!Eddie will always insist ‘ladies first’ when you’re going up a flight of stairs, so he can drool over your ass the whole way up. It’s his lucky day if you happen to be wearing a skirt and he gets an upskirt view of your panties, just that small view of your pussy getting him hard. He’d almost trip up the stairs because he’s so fixated on you.

Perv!Eddie has definitely gotten into the habit of not announcing himself when he goes round yours, hoping he might catch you in a compromising position. And Eddie got exactly what he wanted when he came to your house one night and was met with your soft moans as he approached your bedroom door. He thanks the gods that its open a sliver and he can peek in to see your hand in your panties, rubbing slow circles on your clit. Eddie was hard as a rock watching you get yourself off, in pure disbelief at the sight in front of him. You looked like a goddess, head thrown back and lips swollen from where you were biting them to keep in your moans. His eyes watched the rhythmic moving of your fingers in your panties, rubbing a soft circle against your clit, fist wrapped tightly around his cock as he fucks himself into his palm. He wants nothing more than to watch you take your panties off, finally see your wet cunt exposed for him, but watching you writhe as you got closer was good enough for him. Eddie already wanted to cum but he held it in, desperate to watch you reach your own end so he can cum with you. His movements quickened with yours, biting his lip to keep in his grunts as you came closer to the edge, mewling out a word that stopped Eddies heart. His name. You’d just fucking moaned his name when you came. He couldn’t help the loud groan that escapes his lips as he cums hard and desperate over his hand, head thrown back and swears spilling from his lips like a prayer as he rides out his orgasm and prays you didn’t hear him.

#perv!eddie #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson headcanons #stranger things smut #stranger things headcanons #st4 smut #stranger things imagines

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ceilidho · 3 months

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I’ve only ever interacted with you before by (obsessively) liking your fics so forgive this being so random but I feel like part of the reason people are more okay with artists charging for their work over writers (and I think everyone should get paid for it tbh) is the perceived accessibly of writing skills over drawing skills. Like I don’t think it’s malicious but I feel like a lot of people at least subconsciously look at fanfiction and think “I could do that, I have Microsoft word and can physically type” meanwhile they look at art and think like “I wouldn’t even know where to start to get there” not realizing that it would take probably the same amount of work and time to get as good at writing as Umiko is at drawing (is drawing even the right word lol idk)

Like I think it’s subconscious right now but if a writer did pay wall their fics it would almost immediately become something they would say to the writer like “why would I pay for this when I can do it myself”

Fwiw, from a customer service rep making $16 an hour, if I could give you $900k a year I would, if for no other reason than you’ve given me terrible Soap brain worms (I was so blind, but now I See™️) (also just to be clear I, in no way, think learning to write is just easy, just that easy access to the tools to do it with make it seem like it must be and thus people undervalue it as a skill in pretty much all areas of life but for this purpose, especially in fandom spaces)

no but you're like 100% right. when people ask me for tips and tricks to get better at writing, i try to be super encouraging and tell people like "you can do it too!!!" because i like making people believe in their own abilities, but it is an incredibly hard thing to do. i think i undersell how hard writing is. but you're so right, i think subconsciously most people think it's not as challenging as creating art is. i completely get your point and agree.

#this isn't specific to writing btw i think there are lots of jobs that people look at and go “i could do that”#when in truth no they could fucking not lmao #this also goes for any customer service job like im not being facetious i think customer service ppl work harder than CEOs

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himbo-in-limbo · 7 months

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Now this is probably just because I’m a huge simp for Monty, but while I do think he’s lazy with aftercare, I do think he’d snuggle you. But that’s about it. And not just because he’s lazy. He’s also just a little stupid and doesn’t know what to do 😭

Now, since I rambled about Bonnie and Monty, and you rambled about Freddy and Bonnie, I’ll ramble about Freddy and Monty. And maybe another little surprise!

Now Freddy and Monty are both himbos. So two sides of the same coin. In other words, Freddy’s so sweet and gentle and telling Monty to be gentle with you. Not like Monty listens, so maybe. Jusssst maybe, Freddy gets aggravated and starts dominating Monty. Like we’ve established, Freddy doms brats. Monty is a brat. You see me?

And maybe you also get a bit of fun with Monty!

And then there’s after. Where he gets his revenge. Yeah you and Freddy are both gonna get a bit roughed up. Just imagine Monty dominating you while Freddy watches. I can just imagine all the dirty talk Monty says. Especially if this is a situation where you’re in a poly with Fronnie (Obvi with both Freddy and Bonnie being okay with this… okay not alright with it, but they both said you could smash Monty.) and Monty stroking his own ego and degrading you while Freddy just watches, knowing Monty’s about to do the same to him after.

I said I’d give you a surprise so here it is! Glamrock Foxy. Except I’m not mentioning bottom Foxy cause I do not hc that Foxy is ever a bottom. At most he’s a sub top.

So. He’s a half time cowboy half time pirate. According to SB and RUIN anyways…

Pirate Foxy: Definitely into knifeplay with his hook, teeth, claws, maybe a sword if he’s feeling extra frisky. And also, hammock. I’ve never banged in a hammock (Actually I’ve never.. actually banged. Irl. Just in fan fic and my imagination. Yknow that’s kinda weird cause I’m represented as a cro-) but Foxy definitely would smash you in his.

Cowboy Foxy: COWBOYS HAVE BIG DIC- ahem. So cowboys use rope is what I meant to say. (Unrelated but I find it extra hot to see Freddy all tied up in wires. Like imagine he went to go fix something and accidentally got all tied up in the wires and you just find him.) So Foxy ties you up. Anyways, milks you like a cow JSNAJKDJDN BYE

-🐦‍⬛

TW SPICY TOPICS N RAUNCHY SUBJECTS 🔥KIDDIES BE GONE!!!

I think I’ve finally perfected the way I will draw Monty….(hopefully)

Anyways, yes 100% these two would only (in my opinion) hate boink each other bc theys got tension (it also happened to be sexual tension…) I feel so sorry for Freddie bc 😭 Monty would be giving him such a hard time (in more than one way 😏)

And he’d DEFINITELY hog you like expect to get topped by Monty the most bc he’s a greedy bastard. oh but the degrading remarks he’d make at Freddie…..oof they way Monty would make you beg for HIM instead of Freddie and like you said that’d eventually piss off our Honeybear…if they start wrestling in bed I’m throwing money…

Uhhh…now for Foxy….honestly I don’t feel much for him LMAO not even enough like I do for Monty 💀💀💀 cute guy tho!

Maybe that’ll change if we get more lore about him? If he even is canon in SB (like yeah we see his old cardboard cutouts) but atm to me it looks like Foxy could have been Roxanne’s old model??? So she’s trans maybe?? If so good for her!! ♥️

#crow asks 🐦‍⬛#tw spicy #spicy writing #spicy talk #limbo writes #my art #digital art #digital illustration #original design #blog ask #blog stuff #fanart #fan service #glamrock foxy #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #monteddy

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Poetic Tragedy (Part 1)

Pairing: Reader X Billy Russo

Warnings: Cursing, angst, sadness, substance abuse, mental health issues. This one’s a little dark and not really in a violent way (okay, it does have the typical canon violence lmao). Just more the themes explored, I guess?

A/N: So I legit have like three other Billy multi-chapter stories I’ve come up with since being back and I get like one chapter done and another idea hits me. This one came to me when writing another and I hope you guys like it. I'll be honest, I usually like waiting until my multi-chapter fics are completed before posting them. I have a habit of starting them and then I get stuck or whatever and they get abandoned. But I'm onto my third chapter of this and I figured I'd post it and see what people think.

Name for this one is from a song of the same name by The Used.

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say

As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup

A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge

Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere

He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was....

Is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles

Succeeds getting nowhere

And submits to the substance

That first got him there

Then in violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one

Is there a point to this madness and all that he was....

Is just a tragedy

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“The vigilante duo, The Punisher and Jigsaw, once again took down a crime syndicate last night with the help of their soldiers. We don’t have details right now but the CIA and FBI have said they're looking into it,” the newsreader said gravely and you rolled your eyes, leg bobbing up and down as you waited impatiently on the sofa. Josh came back out from his room then. He’d been on the phone when you got here and told you to wait. He chucked his phone on the dirty coffee table before he licked his lower lip and tilted his head at you. He was skinny, scarily so and his blonde hair looked dull and hung over his eyes.

“It’s gone up, sweet cheeks,” he smirked. It made your skin crawl and you glowered at him.

“What do you mean it’s gone up? It went up last week. Do you think I have money coming out of my ass?” you asked in a snappy tone, your hand sweeping across you and drawing attention to the dirty jeans and the holey, far too large for your frail frame, dark gray sweater. He let out a condescending snort and shrugged his shoulders.

“That's not my problem, Y/N. You’re not my problem. It's gonna be $100,” he smirked. You stood up, hands clenched to fists as they shook. You felt the desperation clawing at you as you grabbed the only money you had out of your pocket, waving it at him.

“I have $50! 50, That we agreed on! It’s all I have!” you yelled, your voice tinged with panic.

“Well it's not $50 anymore, princess,” he grinned darkly. You growled, gritting your teeth so hard they felt like they might shatter.

“Or…. you could give me the 50 and make up for the rest in another way?” he smirked leeringly at you and you recoiled, feeling sick. You’d only ever stooped that low once before and you’d never do it again. It made shame fill every pore of your body to think about.

“Go fuck yourself!” you snarled, stomping to the front door.

“Come back with the money or your pussy or don't come back at all, Y/N!” he called out after you and you slammed his door forcefully.

That slimy piece of shit. You hated him. Hated that you had to rely on him and hated that he could easily screw you over and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. You had about a day before things were about to get really fucking bad for you. You knew the only option was to steal the money you needed. Stealing wasn't exactly new to you, it was how you made most of your money these days. But with the amount so high, you didn't think you’d have enough left over for food too. And with no food in your stomach for 4 days, it made you feel depressed. You knew what you’d pick, what you’d always pick. You heaved a sigh and brought your arms around yourself to stave off the cold. Your sweater wasn't thick and all you had under it was a ratty old black tank top. The same clothes you’d worn for the past 3 years after a local church wanted to help those in need. You didn't believe in god, didn't think he'd bestow the life forced on you if he was real. Still, you were grateful for the good Samaritans that helped in the name of Jesus. Your boots had holes in them and were a size too small. You’d found those in the dumpster a few years back too. You glanced to the sky and you knew it would be dark soon. That's when you’d strike. It was best like that. Less people around to try and intervene.

By the time darkness blanketed the sky, you were on the prowl. You hadn't come across anyone suitable yet. No one alone and an easy target. You might be desperate but you weren't stupid. A flick to the nose would have you on the floor so you had to be careful. There had been plenty of people, although not half as many as in the daytime. Mostly groups of drunk people having a good time on a Friday night. You scratched your face with a sigh, a hopelessness consuming you as you worried you wouldn't find anyone. But then luck seemed to hit you across the face. A woman was crossing the street, coming over to your side. She was chattering on her cell phone, looking like her head was in the clouds. You eyed her up, noticing her Louboutin heels as they clicked against the sidewalk. You might be broke as shit but it didn't mean you didn't know designer when you saw it. Your eyes lit up gleefully. Maybe you'd be able to get your food too after all.

You steeled yourself as you walked, the girl walking your way as she yammered on to whoever the poor victim on the phone was. Her purse was dangling precariously off her forearm as she strutted down the sidewalk like it was a runway. You rolled your eyes internally. Didn't she know how dangerous New York was at night? She was lucky you were the one to meet her and no one else. As you walked past her, your hand darted out with the reflex only an experienced thief would have as you snatched her purse.

"Hey!" She squealed at you, but you didn't stick around as you took off running. You knew with those heels, she wouldn't be chasing you. You ran until you got to the alley a block away. Your alley. You finally looked at your goods then. A Gucci purse, figures. You knew it would fetch a pretty penny if you could sell it. Issue was that no self-respecting business would allow you to step foot in their store. Holding no value to you, you opened it, snatching the money from the pocket inside before you tossed the purse to the damp and dirty ground. Your face split into a grin as you counted it. $500. That would be enough for what you needed plus food for days. Maybe even for your next few trips to Josh's. It sent a wave of relief right through you. You'd never managed this much before. It was getting harder and harder to steal here in the city. Maybe since crime rates went up and vigilantes became a thing all over the news.

You were basking in your accomplishment, too distracted to hear anyone behind you at the mouth of the alley you'd just come from.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" A voice rang out, making you whirl around to come face to face with two men. Your eyes darted from one to the other in quick succession. One was shorter than the other, his face unobscured but his chest emblazoned with a skull. The other was wearing a black hoodie, the hood pulled up and a weird white mask with painted cracks on it. He looked like he should be in a horror movie. But you knew looking at them who they were and once your shock wore off, you scoffed and shook your head. The Punisher and fucking Jigsaw. Of course.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you huffed, jaw clenched. No, god really didn't exist.

"Stealin's wrong, sweetheart. Hand the money over," The Punisher smirked, holding out his hand. Your hand tightened around the money as you gaped at him.

"Don't you have real crime to be dealing with? You know, like rape and murder?" You asked dryly.

"Stealin’ is a crime," Jigsaw muttered, tilting his head at you. He was far more unsettling than his counterpart, only his dark eyes visible from his mask. He was standing tall and imposing, legs slightly apart and his shoulder squared.

"I'm not giving you the money," you growled, squinting at them both.

"Yeah, you are," The Punisher smirked.

"Or what?" You asked defiantly, raising a brow. Jigsaw reached around him, grabbing a handgun from his waistband before cocking it.

You let out an incredulous laugh as you shook your head for what felt like the millionth time.

"Are you serious?" You asked, looking half amused and half stunned.

"As a heart attack," The Punisher answered.

"Did you see who I stole this off? Bitch looked like she has a penthouse with a maid. Fucking Louboutin shoes and a Gucci purse. Meanwhile, I'm over here living in a goddamn alley," you swept your arm behind you where a meager blanket lay near the wall on top of a large piece of cardboard.

"I haven't eaten in four days, but no, I'm sure Miss Penthouse will really miss a few hundred dollars," you seethed. The pair looked at each other, Jigsaw rolling his shoulder a little. The Punisher gave you an uncomfortable look as he stepped forward, making you tense as he held his hand out. You scoffed a mirthless laugh, roughly slapping the money into his hands.

"And I thought you guys were supposed to be the good guys," you sneered.

"We are," The Punisher muttered tensely. You snorted at his words.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that. You go out there trying to rid New York of crime but you don't ever question why stuff like this happens? You really think petty crime is the same shit as murder? You tar all of us with the same brush when some of us do this out of necessity. To survive. But yeah, we're all just criminals. I'll remember that when I'm lay there freezing and starving," you bit out, anger swirling around inside of you before you stomped over to your blanket.

"Now get the fuck out of my alley!" You bellowed, glaring at them. They exchanged another uncomfortable glance with each other before Jigsaw made a move to grab the Gucci purse from the ground. With that, they left.

You sat heavily on the cardboard, pulling the blanket around you although it did little to ease the cold. It was turning winter and you dreaded it. Those were always the hardest months here. You couldn't believe those two assholes. Now you had no money for food, no money for… You felt a lump in your throat as the panic clawed at you again. It wasn't like you did it because you liked it. Not anymore. But now you needed it to function and you hated it. You lay down as tears pricked your eyes and you willed yourself to get to sleep. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now. The idea of having to go and pay Josh that way again made you feel sick but you were starting to think you wouldn’t have a choice.

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The next morning, you lay wrapped in your blanket, eyes unfocused and gazing at the opposite wall. You’d been awake for hours but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. It had started. Withdrawals. Your body was aching like a bitch and you felt colder than you knew you were supposed to. Your head was thumping and you were exhausted, yet unable to sleep. You heard your stomach growl loudly on its fifth day with no food but you tried to ignore it. You didn't want to face the world, didn't want to have to sit there and beg for change. It certainly wouldn't help you right now, give you what you needed. And while you knew you also needed food, the thought made your stomach roll. You still had the $50 burning a hole in your pocket, but you weren’t touching that. That was for something else and you needed to make up the rest of the money and fast. You heard the sound of boots in the alley and struggled to sit up. When you glanced over, there was a figure walking down it. It took you a moment to recognise him without the skull over his chest, but there was The Punisher. He was wearing a dark green hoodie with the hood pulled up, some jeans and boots on. He held something in his hand. You groaned inwardly, not in the mood for his bullshit. Your nerves felt raw already and you didn't want to deal with him after last night.

“I thought I told you to fuck off,” you huffed weakly as he stopped a little in front of you. Your face felt clammy and you leaned back against the brick wall as you sat there looking at him.

“You did. But I… I brought you breakfast,” he muttered, looking uncomfortable. He held out a styrofoam tray and cup of some kind of hot drink but you made no move to take it.

“Wow, didn’t realize breakfast and a drink cost $500!” you smiled mockingly at him. He shifted on his feet, eyes darting all over the place before back on you. When you didn't take the food, he sighed and placed them on the floor next to you. Despite your salty words, you picked up the drink, not caring what was in it. The heat on your hands felt relieving and you sipped on it gingerly. Coffee.

“Your little pal Jason not with you?” you quipped hotly after another sip and him just awkwardly watching you. A confused frown graced his face.

“What?” he asked, squinting at you.

“Jason… Friday the 13th?” you asked, raising a brow with a blank look on your face.

“Look… About last night,” he started, completely ignoring your question.

“Unless you got my $500 in your pocket, I don't care,” you smirked darkly. He raised his eyes heavenward for a moment with a sigh.

“I know shit ain’t black and white, alright? I’m not stupid. But you can’t go around takin’ shit that ain’t yours,” he huffed. You laughed but it wasn't a pleasant sound as you blinked up at him. You felt like shit and you had no patience.

“Listen…” you trailed off, not knowing what to call him. You didn't know his name and calling him The Punisher to his face felt weird.

“Frank,” he supplied. You squinted at him for a moment.

“What?” you asked slowly.

“My name is Frank,” he offered easily, his eyes boring into you. You didn't know what to do with the information. You weren't sure if his name was common knowledge or not or if he’d just willingly given you something that could hurt him. But you didn't really care.

“Listen, Frank. Spare me the lecture on mortality, okay? You're standing there with enough money to buy a random stranger breakfast and a coffee, with your nice warm clean clothes and wherever you are, I bet you have a roof over your head. You have no idea what it’s like living this life, the shit I’ve had to do to just survive. So you don't get to stand there and act like I’m some hardened criminal. Because tell me, Frank, who’s the murderer here?” you asked darkly, raising a brow at him. He swallowed thickly, shifting on his feet as he looked away for a moment. You were glad. He had no right coming here and trying to make you feel bad for doing what you needed to just to live. You lost the guilt you used to carry with you for stealing long ago.

He was silent for a long moment and you slurped your coffee. You knew you should eat the food but your stomach churned and you knew soon you’d be throwing up and you hated it. After a while of him seemingly not knowing what to say, he looked you over again.

“You feelin’ alright? Look a little… ill,” he muttered.

“Oh my god. Can you spare me the little sad puppy routine? Stop acting like you care. Thanks for the coffee and everything, but please just go away,” you sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You heard him move and your eyes snapped open to find him digging something out of his jeans pocket. He pulled out a piece of paper before crouching next to you. You instinctively tensed and squinted at him as he held out the piece of paper. There was an address scrawled onto it along with a phone number. You didn't make a move to take it.

“We got a place, alright? You need a warm bed or… or food or whatever. You can just… come to us. Whatever you need,” he murmured, that stupid pitying look on his face. Your jaw ticked as he placed the paper on your lap when you didn't take it from him. You wondered if he was stupid. Wondered if this was their secret lair, the base of their operation that he’d just handed to you. You didn't know much about the pair of vigilantes, it wasn't like you owned a TV to watch the news, but you’d caught snippets whenever you were at Josh’s. You knew it wasn't just the two of them, though they were the leaders. But they had a whole group and the news called them soldiers. You could easily hand this to the police and you both knew it. You wouldn't though. As much as they were assholes to you the night before, you knew they did good on the street. Made it safer. The streets were very unsafe for anyone homeless, especially a girl like you. Especially in your condition. You’d wasted away out here and your little problem hadn't helped that issue any. There was nothing to you anymore and you knew just how cruel these streets could be. The statistics of homeless people murdered each year were sickening, the number of them going missing even worse. Because homeless people weren't viewed with the same lens everyone else was. They weren't seen as people. People thought they could do what they wanted to someone on the street because they had no one to care for them, no people to miss them when they were gone. Not even the police cared. People were conflicted when it came to the vigilantes. Most people thought they were a good thing, getting rid of crime and doing what the police couldn't or wouldn't do. But the NYPD weren't happy with having their toes stepped on, being made to look bad. And they’d called in the CIA and FBI to help catch the crusaders. It could be dangerous. Make other people feel bold enough to turn vigilante themselves and wind up hurting someone innocent or hurting themselves. It got messy when people thought they could take justice into their own hands. You glared at the paper for a moment, not knowing what to say. You didn't want his pity. You needed the money he’d taken from you but you knew you weren't getting it back.

“My number’s on there… if you ever need anything, need help… give it a call,” he sighed when you didn't speak.

“With what? My invisible cell phone?” you snorted derisively. You couldn't help it. He’d annoyed you and now he was trying to help you. No doubt felt he needed to save you or fix you. You were beyond fixing. He gave you a look for a minute before he rummaged in his pocket again, placing 50 cents with the paper on your lap.

“Use a payphone if you need to. I’m just trying to help,” he murmured sadly.

“Well I don't need your help, so go away,” you muttered with a frown. He nodded, not looking happy about it but at least doing what you asked as he stood. He gave you one last lingering look before leaving the alley and you felt yourself relax a small amount. As much as your pain-riddled body would allow you. You picked up the paper, recognising the address as an abandoned industrial estate. You knew it because homeless people would once go there. You knew you should throw the paper out, never planning on using it. But something tugged at the back of your brain and you sighed, slipping it with the 50 cents into your pocket.

A few hours after Frank’s visit, you were lying unmoving, staring at the ceiling as Josh moaned above you. You felt nothing but a hollow emptiness as he rut into you, jostling your body a little. You knew you would end up here out of your desperation. But as your symptoms got worse, you couldn't hold out any longer. You couldn't go through full withdrawals, not again. You’d stupidly tried to get clean two years back. Decided your addiction was costing you far too much and making you ill. But going cold turkey when you're out on the streets is impossible. When you have no one to take care of you, help you through it. No safe space to go through something so traumatic. You hadn't lasted a day until you’d caved. After a large groan, he pulled out of you, taking off the condom and tossing it carelessly into the wastebasket near the bed. He padded off into the bathroom and you sat up, picking up your clothes as you started to dress yourself. You didn't feel upset. Didn't feel shame. No, that would come later. Once you were dressed, he came back in with a sly smirk, holding out the bag to you. As you made a move to grab it, he pulled it away with a wicked smirk.

“What do you say?” he asked with a raised brow, looking smug. You wanted to hit him. Wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. But you knew what he was like, learned that lesson the hard way and he’d broken your nose for your troubles. You clenched your jaw, right eye twitching.

“Thank you,” you ground out, feeling the prickle of shame start to eat at you. You hated that you’d been reduced to this. All by the shit that was in the bag he was holding. His smirk widened and he let you take the bag. You didn't wait around before you scurried out of his apartment. You’d have enough to last you a week. That's how it usually went.

You rushed to the shit hole that was your ‘home’, your hands trembling with the need to use. You sat on your makeshift bed, opening the bag quickly. You grabbed the piece of paper Frank had given you before carefully tipping some of the powder onto the back of your hand. You rolled up the paper before snorting it hurriedly. You’d never injected it. Back when Josh first approached you and tried to convince you to use it, how it would make you feel better, you’d told him you didn't want to get addicted. He’d promised you that you wouldn't. You couldn't get addicted if you snorted it. He’d lied. The only real difference between snorting and injecting was the fact it took between 5 to 10 minutes for the high to kick in compared to the instant results of injecting. You felt an instant relief that was more mental than the substance, knowing you finally got what your body needed. You moved to lay down, waiting for it to kick it. It never quite hit the same as when you first started using. You still got high and it helped numb you a bit but you never felt the euphoria you once felt. You’d used for too long, your body had gotten used to it. You’d slowly been having to use more and more as time went on to even feel high at all. You slowly started to feel the effects of the heroin take its hold and you closed your eyes with a breath of relief. At least you’d sleep tonight.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine

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fullscoreshenanigans · 11 months

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Do you know of any fics about Ray looking like Isabella or having her her eyes?

The one that most readily comes to mind with Isabella and Ray's relationship as the main focus is They Don't Know You're Hers (2019) by NigiyakanaAki (there's also a sequel one-shot fic from Emma's perspective on Ray's looks, although she's not directly making the connection between them so much as noting they have a similar aura about them and how Ray's pretty like she was).

Although I'd also recommend always a riddle inside my head (aesop's kin) (2019) by evanescent.

It doesn't place as much focus on the physical similarities between them, but rather on their personalities and choices.

With this passage directly confronting what underlies any potential angst he might have associated with his features.

“It could, but you’re scared,” Isabella says then. “Of how my mind worked. Of how your own brain is wired. Is being similar to me really that terrible?” - “You made your choices…are you happy with them?”

To plagiarize myself from this post:

I don’t know if I would phrase it as him hating himself more because of [their physical similarities]? Because no one can control their genetics, and he never delves into angst over his black hair and other physical traits he inherited from her. He instead focuses on the actions of himself and others:

His phrasing of the “true nature” of demons in chapter 123 makes me think back to how he justified his self-immolation in chapter 32:

He fully convinced himself that the only way he could atone for what he did was by committing suicide as the linchpin of his plan. He views what he and Isabella did—using the children of plant no.3 for their respective machinations—as reprehensible. So I feel he would still beat himself up over this inherited nature/loathsome predisposition and how their brains must be wired similarly more than actually hating any physical traits he might have gotten from her, but they would be triggering for him any time he’s having a negative thought spiral (you could easily write all of this off as pedantic semantics though lol).

While I'm 100% on board for Ray having purple eyes, I'm not keen on them being the focus of his inner turmoil and him repeatedly drawing attention to them (or worse, other people doing this with how awkward it feels on multiple fronts) as I am for them acting as bonus visuals and triggers to kick off a deeply embedded fear of an inescapable, inherit nature that dooms him. He made the choice to use people, proved the lengths he was willing to go to, just like she did (not getting into the circumstances behind it because for all the nuance he'll afford other things, when pushed this is something he's very stark about and won't budge on.) It's not all-consuming because that places him at odds with his vow to live and take care of his family, but something he falls into now and again, believing he'll never be able to truly atone for what he did and for that he doesn't deserve happiness.

Facsimile (2020) by banana_slug_army is another fic that follows this line of thought.

Enjoyed all four of these, but it's far from an exhaustive list, so opening it up to followers and others if they have any other recs on the subject.

#not sure if you already saw that earlier post anon in the event you were one of the people going on a binge in my tags recently lol #The Promised Neverland #Yakusoku no Neverland #TPN #YnN #TPN Isabella #TPN Ray #Isabella #Ray #Isabella and Ray's Incredibly Fraught and Complicated Relationship Tag #Purple-eyed Ray Tag #FSS Chatter #FSS Asks #TPN Fanfic #NigiyakanaAki #banana_slug_army #i can think of a number of other fics that reference him having purple eyes but it's just for the reader's angst #knowing everything entailed in that link while he doesn't explicitly dwell on it and their relationship isn't the main focus of the work #so apologies for potentially only suggesting one that was up the alley for what you were looking for #shoutout to evanescent for this particular bit that fucking wrecks me (the whole fic does but just wanted to highlight these lines):#[“𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟?”]#[𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦‚ 𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎’𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 #𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑅𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑.#𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘‚ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.]#[“𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤‚ 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡‚ 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘‚” 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒 #[What does that even mean? 𝑅𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠‚ 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒.#𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡‚ 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙‚ 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔‚ 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤…]#sobbing crying throwing up x100 #also me if I ever get my shit together for the Isabella Raids the Bunker AU #for the “𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛.” line dkjl </

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cleflink · 2 years

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Kaishin undercover Kaito ficlet

Hello! I’ve had some new follows recently AND I wanted to write something silly and quick after the chaos marathon of ksbb fic writing, so have an incredibly self-indulgent snippet of Kaito being hot and Shinichi being very put out about it. Post-canon pre-slash

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In Shinichi's defense, he hadn't been thinking about the personal consequences when he'd made the suggestion. He'd been thinking about catching a murderer.

Story of his life, really.

"I need your help with a case," he'd told Kaito.

Because who else would he ask when he needed someone young, male and decently attractive to go undercover in a night club as bait for a sting operation? Kaito was a master of disguise, an adrenaline junkie of the highest order and a man completely capable of defending himself if anything went wrong. He was the most logical choice, and he owed Shinichi a favour, besides.

The worst part was how long it took Shinichi to realize what he'd done to himself.

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Kaito arrived exactly on time, letting himself into the house without bothering with normal human things like knocking. Or a door key. "Shinichi?"

"In the kitchen!" Shinichi called back, not looking up from the text he was writing to Takagi. "Division 1's ready to move out on my signal."

"You know," Kaito's voice preceded him down the hall. "Playing bait for a fetish murderer isn't my usual definition of a fun Friday night."

"No," Shinichi agreed dryly. "You'd rather antagonize the police force instead."

Kaito laughed as he stepped into the kitchen. "Okay, fair. And at least I'm going to look good while doing it."

Shinichi snorted, glancing up with a mocking smirk. "You think style is a white top hat and a mono...cle."

His words clattered off into awkward silence, as Shinichi realized that he had made a grave error.

Because interacting with the Kaitou KID in a hundred different disguises over the years was in no way sufficient preparation for the reality of seeing Kaito - his Kaito - wearing trendy, far too-well-fitted club clothes with his fetchingly dishevelled hair perfectly framing a face rendered utterly devastating by makeup that enhanced rather than hid those familiar features.

Shinichi stared, unable to help himself.

Kaito caught the look and raised an eyebrow. "What? Too much? Not enough?" To Shinichi's slow-dawning horror, he put one hand on his hip, the graceful weight shift making Shinichi uncomfortably aware of just how lithe and smoothly muscled Kaito's long, long legs were. Those jeans were far too tight. "I can put on something else if you don't think this will do it, but I draw the line at hotpants. The quest for justice can only demand so much."

Shinichi was still staring. He wrenched his eyes away with an effort, fighting to get his mind back on task. "It's fine. Are you ready to go?"

Kaito rolled his eyes. "Yes, because that's what your reaction signified."

"I was distracted by the fact that your hair looks even messier than usual," Shinichi said, in a passable imitation of his usual deadpan. "I didn't even know that was possible."

Predictably, Kaito squawked and lifted his hands protectively towards his hair. The motion made the tiniest tantalizing sliver of his toned stomach appear beneath the lifted hem of his unfairly snug shirt. "Excuse you? You and your cowlicks do not get to judge. I am artfully tousled, thank you very much!"

"Keep telling yourself that. Let's get moving," Shinichi added, standing and striding for the door before Kaito could tell him - loudly and at length - why he was wrong. "It's getting late."

"My hair looks great," Kaito grumbled as he swept past. There was glitter on his cheekbones. Shinichi hated everything. "Heathen."

Shinichi followed silently. The only other option was to admit that Kaito was, for once, 100% correct, which wouldn't do at all. At least focusing on the soft, tousled mass of Kaito's hair and how much he wanted to sink his hands into it was better than getting distracted by the sight of Kaito's ass in those jeans.

Shinichi was in so much trouble.

#kaishin #kaishin fic #my fic #dcmk #ficlet #Kuroba Kaito #Kudou Shinichi

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zutaralesbian · 9 months

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Tag Game 2️⃣'sDay

I was tagged by both @auds-and-evens and @such-a-barbarian Thank you ladies ❤️

name: Danielle

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home? Washington State. I’ve lived in the northwestern part of the USA my whole life. And don’t plan on ever leaving unless it’s to a different country.

favorite animal: Elephants. I’ve loved them since I was small

cereal of choice: Cocoa Krispies 100%. That could be the only cereal I eat for the rest of my life and I’d be content tbh

are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? I’m usually a pretty good visual learner. For certain things I have to be a kinesthetic though

first pet? My parents owned animals when I was a baby. But the first pet that was mine and given to me was a cat named Cera.

favorite scent? Coffee grounds. I’ve always loved that smell

do you believe in astrology? Kind of? I do think it’s fun to play with but I definitely don’t base my life off of it

how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? Like 10 lmao

sharpies or highlighters? Depends on what I need it for. But I probably use sharpies more often

a song that makes you cry: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman. I used to love that song but now I have a hard time listening to it because it was my brother’s favorite 💔

a song that makes you happy: Ho Hey by the Lumineers

and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! I’m a mediocre fic writer under the name we_were_younger on ao3

Since I’m late to the game I feel like most of my Shamey mutuals have already been tagged. But if you’re a Shamey fan that follows me and haven’t been tagged to do this yet, feel free to take this as me tagging you!

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rollercoasterwords · 11 months

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Regarding recommendations of your fic, are you more comfortable with people not ‘advertising’ it on tiktok and such? I know that the comments people make on there can be pretty intense. My point of asking this is, where is the line for you about how much you want your fic talked about outside of tumblr? I think we’ve all seen it before, fics blowing up online is a double edged sword, so I understand you wanting to keep in ‘contained’. I just love to gush about my current favorite reads, but I also don’t want to cause you any trouble.

okay i feel like this answer is gonna get long lol but. yeah generally speaking tldr is i'm not really comfortable w people posting abt my hp fics on tiktok anymore

and like. i don't wanna come off as like...ungrateful ig. like it does make me happy when people like my fics enough to recommend them + i appreciate the kind words + love etc but!! honestly if someone is wanting to let me know that they appreciate my writing the best way to do so is by commenting or sending me a message here, bc im not gonna see any tiktoks unless i go searching for them. and while i appreciate people reccing my fics i also like. have no desire for any sort of 'advertising' like i appreciate recs to the extent that they're someone telling me 'hey i loved ur writing!' i don't like. have a desire to grow an 'audience' or whatever so! that is not something i am asking anybody to help me do and if someone does decide to try and make my fics more popular i'm not really gonna be grateful bc like...i didn't ask for that lol.

and the two big reasons i'm specifically wary about tiktok are:

1. every time i have seen a fic go viral/gain popularity on tiktok there has been a simultaneous influx of hate, entitlement, and just general fuckery that has made the fic writer's life worse. so in this case, specifically with atwmd, i am 100% sure that if it did gain popularity via tiktok that i would get an influx of hate, especially bc it's like. a complex story with very fucked up characters lol. i mean just look at the people who take up arms bc atyd wolfstar is 'toxic' or whatever...i do not want 2 see what would happen if that crowd read my wolfstar in atwmd lmao

2. i have very mixed feelings abt writing hp fic in the first place and am trying to limit my personal contribution to hp's popularity. like. with ao3 people aren't going to be stumbling across hp fic unless they're already seeking it out; tumblr is, for the most part, a similar type of self-curated space where my hp fic pretty much remains limited to what are already hp-fic reading circles.

but bc of tiktok's algorithm, my fic could end up on the fyp's of people who aren't really interested in hp and pique their interest, drawing in new people to start engaging w hp fandom who otherwise wouldn't. and i don't really like the idea of that happening! i don't want the fic i'm writing to contribute to like. growing hp's popularity. i'd rather keep it in circles of people who are already choosing to engage w this content, rather than have it float into the lives of people who might otherwise not see it.

i also feel like. on ao3 anyone finding the fic is gonna be someone searching for like. those specific tags--someone who wants to read a story like the one i'm writing. on tumblr, the only people really hearing abt it r people who follow me + so have like....seen me talking abt the fic + are basically knowing what to expect. on tiktok, any posts tagged like #marauders or whatever could end up crossing paths w a bunch of people who specifically would not read this type of fic, and i do not want those people to read it and then get upset with me when the story isn't what they wanted (something else that i have seen happen to other writers). so that's kinda what i mean by the 'breaking containment' thing

anyway. i don't have any issue w people reccing my fics to like their friends or closed discord servers or whatever--spaces where like. u know the people ur reccing it to are people who would like the fic + not treat it like a product for consumption etc. and as stated previously i appreciate those sorts of recommendations bc it does mean a lot 2 me when someone likes my writing enough to want 2 share it!! there are just specific pitfalls w tiktok that i have grown uncomfortable w to the point that now anytime someone mentions seeing my fic over there and i go search up the vid, even if it's super sweet and has like lovely comments that make me smile and literally nothing negative i still get a kick of anxiety at the thought of who might see this video or what might happen if it goes viral.

i've accepted at this point that i can't control how people are going to respond to my writing once i've posted it on the internet; all i can do is say 'please don't do x with my fics' and hope people listen. but i'm not gonna like get mad at people for posting on tiktok or whatever bc obviously not everyone is gonna see this post or read my faq, and i don't want to send any hate towards people who are posting tiktoks abt my fics--like i don't need anyone defending me or whatever. usually those vids are just out of sight out of mind 4 me. but!! since u have taken the time 2 kindly ask (ty btw) this is like. the very long answer abt where i currently stand on tiktok lol

#ask #wfrau #faq #<- putting it in this tag so i can find again easily

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ezrasfics · 2 years

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So I wanted to post the first part of the first chapter of this fic plan, and so here you go. Criticism is much appreciated, especially on how the two interact + the dialogue.

“So, my friend!” Hob starts. He doesn’t really know what to say now. The initial euphoria of seeing his friend has faded slightly, both sitting in companionable silence. “What have you been up to this past century? I hope it was important enough that you felt you could stand me up 30 years ago!” There is jest in his tone, but he's still curious. This man has met him every century for almost 800 years. Surely he didn’t not turn up just because of a petty argument? Right?

The tensing of his friend’s shoulders told Hob he was right. Something must have happened. His friend seemed to think for a minute, most likely trying to find the right words, “I… First of all, I feel I should tell you my name. I’ve heard it is appropriate for friends to know each other’s names." Hob couldn't contain his grin at that, silently encouraging his friend to continue "I have many names, but you may call me Dream."

"Dream," Hob repeated, savouring the way it felt to say. He definitely felt like he was dreaming. “Not what I was expecting, If I’m being honest.”

Dream cocked his head to the side slightly, “And what were you expecting, Hob Gadling?”

Hob laughed “Ah, I don’t know. Dream suits you, actually.”

“Thank you.” It’s small, but Hob hears it. “I suppose I should tell you what happened to me, shouldn’t I?” He sighs, pauses for a moment, “An occultist, a man named Roderick Burgess… Trapped me in a cage of glass and iron for a century. For 100 years, I listened to them beg. Beg for gifts they do not deserve. Wealth, power, immortality, even. It was humiliating, staring at my naked reflection in that cage, while men of all sorts watched me, bet on who or what I was, or when I would talk.” He took a sip of his drink, something he had never done when meeting with Hob. “I escaped only recently, and had to search for my belongings, which were stolen from me and scattered. My sister was the one who suggested I meet with you today, actually”

Hob didn’t know how to react. A hundred years? Did he have food? Water? Air? A single sentence came into his mind: But you can be hurt, or captured. A thought struck his mind, “Hold on, you have a sister?” Probably not the best response to Dream’s… situation. But it had caught Hob’s attention.

“Ah yes, Death. She is the one responsible for your immortality, not me.” Dream smiled.

“Hold on, hold on. What are you? How am I immortal? And why is your sister named Death, of all things?”

Dream huffed a small breath. A laugh, of some sort? “You are a curious one, Hob Gadling, I will give you that. My title is Dream of The Endless. I rule the kingdom of dreams and nightmares. When you sleep, you are brought to my domain, The Dreaming. I have many siblings, although I do hope you don’t have to meet some of them.”

“Dream of The Endless… That's definitely something,” Hob sips his drink. What else is he supposed to say in this situation? “Hold on, you said you got out recently? When?” he asked.

Dream thought for a couple moments, “Tuesday, I believe. In your sense of time, Why?” Obviously Dream did not see how much of a problem this was.

Hob simply sighed, resisting the urge to facepalm. This man would be the end of him, somehow. “Dream. It's Friday. You’ve been out for 3 days. Shouldn’t you be, I don't know, resting or something?” His arms were assisting his words, drawing attention from some of the customers. Dream didn’t respond. Hob looked away from the stares, at his friend. “Dream? Did you hear me?” Silence. He was getting a bit worried now. Dream’s hand was resting on the table, had he always been slightly shaky? He looked deep in thought, almost like he was analysing something. Oh. He waved the current waiter down, “Hey, would you mind cleaning this up for us? We’re in a hurry.” The waiter smiled and took their drinks, disappearing behind the Staff Only door.

Dream looked up, snapped out of whatever memory he had been in, “We’re in a rush, are we? Where might we be going, Hob Gadling?” He sat up, fidgeting with his hands slightly under the table.

Hob smiled. “Back to my place, of course. I still have 130 years of experience to enlighten you with, don’t I?” He stood up, and started leading the way. Looking back, he noticed Dream following him, he didn’t really expect him to actually want to go to his house, but oh well.

“Well then, we had better get going then. Lead the way, my friend” Dream smiled, following Hob through the doors of The New Inn.

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #netflix the sandman #dream of the endless #hob x dream #dream x hob #dreamling #every hundred years

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marimosalad · 1 year

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hey baby, can you tell me some secrets of your creative process? :)

I’m happy to! 💕

I usually get an idea of a specific theme/subject matter when I’m consuming other media, like fics, rewatch of episodes, scrolling through other people’s artwork, or even music — the most successful ones for me are inspired by an emotional moment that I want to capture, or explore further.

First thing I’ll do is decide on landscape or portrait orientation, and block out the composition on the canvas with super rough sketches of the subject’s poses and background/foreground elements, if I have an idea of those yet. But the first real thing I develop is always the facial expression, specifically the EYES. I believe eyes can tell so much story and emotion, and I don’t consider my drawings finished until I’m 100% satisfied with the eyes.

While developing the eyes and eyebrows I like to also block out the hair, because I can’t visualize the character correctly without the right hair. Then comes the body and clothes (if applicable 😆) and then the skin tones. Background is the last 5-10% of the work tbh, but I want to get better with environment/scenery so that I could meddle with more epic styles, especially with fantasy elements.

So long story short I think I generally like to approach it from a specific feeling or expression. Some moment that I could communicate a story through. I do expect my creative process to evolve and change though, as I gain more confidence to come up with drawings from my own imagination instead of relying on references.

Thanks so much for this question dear!!! 😘😘😘

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hey there! :DD

I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if I could get an (romantic or platonic, it’s up to you) Overwatch Matchup? Headcanons, or a small drabble if you prefer (cooking or shopping together?)

Sorry, this is gonna be all over the place, but:

I’m a demigirl and gay asf (women iykwim). A bit taller and kinda chubby? My hair is pretty short and I have a tendency to impulsively dye it with wash out colours. I’m also an audhd kid lmao. Born and raised in Austria, so I’m fluent in german as well as english (I know a tiny bit of spanish too!)

I live for cute things!!! It’s round and soft? I need it!But I come of as kinda scary because I dress more punk/alt, which is a shame because I’m touch starved and want a hug real bad. I also have a very strange sense of humor, which I’d need a partner who wouldn’t mind that.

I love vocaloids and goth music and I think that sums up my personality perfectly haha (my favorite musician rn is Shilpa Ray!!!) I listen to music pretty much 24/7.

Ideally, I’d like someone who’s fun to be around, yet still respecting of my boundaries. My love languages are gift-giving, parallel play and physical touch and I’d need a partner who would be excited about randomly getting leaves or just memes from me. I love baking and cooking for people I care about!! I also draw a lot, alongside other creative things like sculpting, photography, cosplay and writing. I tend to stim when really excited and if someone joined me in doing that, it’d actually make me want to marry them or keep them in a glass terrarium to observe their activities. I also just LOVE shopping, even if I don’t end up buying anything.

To sum it up: scary looking chubby girl with a love for cute things and way too many hobbies who makes too many jokes for their own good

I hope that’s alright? Also no pressure to write this at all!!

(Btw I love your writing style!!! <3)

hi there!!! this was perfect!! it was super easy for me to pick a character for you!! and seriously, thanks for asking for an overwatch matchup because i do not do enough overwatch requests lol. alright im rambling, now onto your character!

the character I chose for you is...

MEI!!

like women you say??

LIKE CUTE THINGS YOU SAY???

this is the cutest woman in town!

plus y'all are both a lil chubby making cuddling THE BEST

like cuddles are the absolute best with this girl!

she will 100% help you dye your hair

round and soft you say???

here's your new girlfriend!!

she doesnt mind if you come off as a little scary, if anything, she's obsessed with the dynamic of the both of you

she's super cute and wears just soft outfits and you look all grunge and punk

it's awesome

she likes the music you listen to, but it definitely isn't her go to, so just know that she will be putting on lofi and you will be groaning in the background, waiting for the aux back lmaooo

she LOVES to laugh

she doesnt mind a weirder sense of humor because she definitely has a goofy one

like those really random gen z memes are her shit

send her those at 3am and she will be laughing for hours lmfao

SHE NEEDS PHYSICAL TOUCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO

i mean, she is cold all the time, so warm cuddles are what she needs the most

expect a lot of random hugs from out of nowhere

she loves baking and cooking just as much as you do (that's what your mini fic below is gonna be about tee hee)

please tell her about your hobbies

she loves to see you excited

and please ask about hers

she loves talking to you for hours <3

she thinks it is sweet when you stim, so she will grab your hands and jump in the air with you when you're both excited

definitely not bothered by your adhd at all

she will help you when you need it most

she will 10000% go shopping with you and even end up buying you stuff even when you say she doesnt have to

and you will do the same lmaooo

just know that she loves you with all her heart and couldnt ask for a better girlfriend/partner!! <333

NOW FOR THE MINI FIC TEE HEE

MINI FIC

You giggled and watched Mei as she was fully focused on icing the cake you two had made together. Her tongue was slightly sticking out to help her focus and she had a dot of white icing on her nose.

She pulled back for a second to look the cake over and you needed to help get rid of that icing that was annoying you so much. You kissed her on the nose and licked off the icing making her giggle. "Ew, don't lick me!" She said jokingly, lightly pushing you away.

"You had icing on your nose." You said, taking the piping tool from her to finish up the details on the cake.

"Did I really?" She asked, her face going a bit red.

"Yeah, but it was cute." You stopped icing for a second to give her a kiss on the cheek, making her smile.

"You know, I think this is the best cake we've made yet," she said, putting her hands on her hips proudly. "What do you think, babe?"

"Oh, definitely!" You finished icing the cake, satisfied with your work and stood to admire it for a moment before taking a picture.

"Are we gonna eat the crap outta this thing?" Mei asked, already grabbing a fork.

"Oh hell yeah we are!"

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Mod Miri here! Today on the blog we have Upside (she/they), who can be found here on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own.

General FF7 Questions

Who is your favourite character from the FFVII setting? What do you love about them?

I write most often with Sephiroth and Cloud, but my favorite character is Barret. I love Barret and I always have. He starts out rough and gruff, but you find out fast he is not at all. He fights because he feels he has to. Most of all I love that he is a great father. It's a huge point of contention that he leaves Marlene behind, but I think it gets glossed over that it kills him to not be with her. If he's with her, however, it means he isn't fighting to make sure she has a future worth living, but every moment away he is thinking about her and missing her terribly. I love him. I love that inner conflict and the guilt he faces and fights past. He's just so *chef's kiss*

Favourite party (three person team) idea when playing FFVII? They don’t have to actually work mechanically (or even be possible in the game), just that you like the idea of them together as a fighting party.

Cloud-Barret-Nanaki. I don't know why I played as these guys so much. I forced myself to try and even out the team XP, but I always came back to these guys.

Is there a headcannon or AU you want to see more of?

That's a question I'm more likely to ask everyone else. I'm always coming up with headcanons and AUs. They just pour out of me. I can't really think of one that's stuck with me for super long.

Do you have a favourite memory associated with FF7 (any part of compilation) or something particular you did while playing (such as what you named the characters, or how you arranged your materia) that you think is unique that you'd like to share?

Creator Questions

Who has been the most difficult character to write/draw? Who has been the easiest?

Aerith. I love her and her characterization, but she is a tough nut to crack for me. She is a far, far cry from a damsel needing rescue, but there's a lot of issues to unpack for her. A lot of secrets she never told and probably planned to. I struggle to reach the parts of her that probably did need help without taking away the chaos and the strength she 100% had.

What’s your ideal creating environment? Background noise/silence, indoors/outdoors, desk/couch, etc.?

I am a freak of nature. I write best in a silent room, laying down or sprawled over a couch. It doesn't have to be dark, but it does have to be inside.

What’s your creative process look like? Pantser/Emotive Writer/Gardener or Planner/Structured Writer/Architect? (Do you outline or just go with the flow?) If you’re an artist, do you do a lot of sketches, or just dive right in? Backgrounds first, or the main focal point? Multiple layers or all in one?

I'm a definite pantser. I go with the flow, but it only works so long as there is a flow. I'm trying desperately to at least make a general outline of fics now and I write those in pencil so I can't say I lost the drafts.

What do you do when you get stuck on a project?

Walk away. Sometimes literally. I'll go for a walk and just think it over, try and walk a mile in the character's shoes. Sometimes (often) I walk away for far too long.

Do you do commissions, requests, or prompts? (If you have a page for it, drop a link.)

I take headcanon prompts almost all the time on tumblr. On occasion I will do full-fic requests in exchange for a charity donation (your choice).

Which of your works is the most memorable to you? I don’t necessarily mean favourite or best work, it could be the work that taught you the most through making it or that holds a special reason in its creation. Drop a link.

Test Notes from the ShinRa Handheld Portal Device is a fic I wrote, in several large chunks during Do Good Weirdly sessions in the Summer and Winter. This event is a huge challenge but a ton of fun. Authors and Artists from fandoms all over spend a set amount of time just creating non-stop. At the end, the creators donate to a charity of their choice. It is an amazing time to spend with some rad and creative people and I highly recommend joining us this winter for the next session

Without them I never would have written this crossover fic I'm insanely proud of: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32666962/chapters/81036598

It’s hard for me to go through everything you’ve done to pick stuff to mention. Is there a particular piece you’d like plugged, other than the one in the last question?

Nerd Chic is my most popular fic. It's an ASGZC slow burn where Cloud gets glasses: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3170231/chapters/6884306

I also particularly love You are What you Eat. It's cheesy, sappy soul mate fun and good for a rainy day: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22742071/chapters/54342010

Community/Fandom Questions

What aspects of fandom spark the most joy for you?

The people. There is negativity everywhere, but once you curate your followers and your friends there's nothing that can beat just seeing what the people you let around you create. Y'all are amazing.

Is there something you'd like to see more of in the community?

Commenting and Reblogging. I'm guilty of liking and moving on and forgetting, but art and fic die if it doesn't spread around. Reblog and Comment if you like it and want to see more. It means more to the creators. It really does.

Anything you’d like to say to the community?

Thanks for making this a space that has sparked so much joy. I've loved this game since I was a kid and I'm so happy to just sit and talk with others who do too.

Is there a work belonging to someone else that you’d like to plug?

I love Pedulum by Evil Robot Cat: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3170231/chapters/6884306

And also all of the Cat's artwork. It's good stuff

I would also recommend all of Illusioneery's work art and fic. There's a lot to pick from.

Thanks so much for joining me, Upside! You are a pleasure to have in our community.

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