#not sure how i wanna draw them yet but really wanted to do this idea

[myhaikyuuacademia]

Totally Fake | Ant Vaughn x reader (Heartbreak High) ||

This is officially a series haha, trying to make it slowburn-ish but let's see if i can hold myself back

Fake dating, fem!reader

@foxxyhun

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Thankfully you had managed to get Ant’s number by Friday, not so thankfully you spent all day chatting with him about stupid, irrelevant stuff and Not about what your gameplan was going to be. And if, IF, you were actually going to the party later this evening, he’d probably be too wasted to talk about it anyway.  Which means SLUTS was the last chance you had with him still sober and not hungover. Except you had no idea how to go about it, especially without drawing the attention of your friends who had been watching you like hawks all week. You were the first one in the classroom, anxiously ripping your notebook paper into tiny shreds while thinking about all the logistics. You didn’t get very far when you sensed someone sitting down next to you. “What did the poor paper do to deserve that?” Ant asked amusedly. “Wrong place, wrong time.” You grimaced and shrugged, immediately stopping and throwing all the paper shreds into your pencil case. “Oh no, don’t stop because of me, I’m sure it deserved it.” He joked before settling in his seat. “You don’t wanna sit next to your friends?” You asked, with a nod to the table they usually sat at. “Nah, I’d rather sit with my girlfriend.” He said casually. You didn’t feel very casual as you choked on your spit. God how embarrassing. It took you a minute to calm down, Ant worriedly asking if you were okay, and offering you some of his water, which you declined with a hand gesture as you were starting to calm down.  “Sorry, sorry, I’m fine.” You coughed out. “Actually, that’s what I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” He looked at you, almost disappointed, “You’re backing out?” He assumed. “What? No!” You hurried to say. “I wanted to talk about lining up our stories and everything, ground rules and stuff, you know?” Relief flooded his face, “Ah, okay gotcha!” He seemed much happier. The class was slowly filling up and you were dreading the moment your friends would enter. “Well I already told pretty much everyone that you’re my girlfriend.” He added, catching you completely offguard as you watched the doorway waiting for the inevitable arrival of your friends. “Oh.” Surprised you turned your head to look at him. “Okay.” You added after a second. “What about your mom?”

“Nah, not her yet. But like, Spider and Dusty.” He clarified. Your face felt warm. “Did you tell them it was fake too?” You leaned in closer to whisper it, now that the class was almost full. “No.” He grinned at you conspiringly. You grinned back at him, his answer, and the way he looked at you, making your whole body tingle. “Oh. My. God.” Darrens dramatic voice came from opposite the table. “You two totally ARE together.” Amerie beside them looked satisfied with herself, while Quinni stimmed excitedly, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. They sat down at your table while Ant put an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah, so what?” He asked. Your face was burning, as was the parts where his arm touched you. Darrens mouth wide agape, while Quinni looked just as excited as before. “Oh my god, y/n, that’s so cute!! Congrats!” She said, happily, but after a second she looked a little less happy and a little more confused. Disappointed, even. “But why didn’t you tell us?” She asked. “Thrill of a secret relationship I bet.” Amerie added, feeling much cooler than she actually was. “But really, him?” Darren pointed at Ant. Wow rude. Your brows furrowed and you leaned into the boy next to you a little more without noticing. “What do you mean? You don’t think he's cute?” Trying to paddle back Darren stuttered out something a long the lines of, “No, that’s not what I mean, I just, I didn’t think he was your type is all.” “well, to be fair, we never knew what her type was.” Quinni added. “She never told us who she was crushing on, or what she liked in a guy, or girl.” You nodded, she was telling the truth, you usually kept things like that to yourself. “Well, I for one, am happy for you two, though I totally didn’t get any vibes when I was asking for a slap band earlier this week.” Amerie said, crossing her arms. She sounded accusing, like she was about to interrogate the two of you, when thankfully Miss Obah asked everyone to pay attention and started class. Ant didn’t take his arm off your shoulder the whole time.

When he finally did, after class ended, you couldn’t suppress your pout. Logically, you understood it was so both of you could pack your things, but this whole thing didn’t feel very logical, no matter how hard you tried. So instead, once both of you had finished, you grabbed his hand and threaded your fingers with his. Still slightly pouting. He looked down at you and laughed, “What now?” “I think she’s upset you took your arm off of her.” Darren, eagle-eyed gossip lover they are, supplied. “Oh, really?” Ant seemed surprised and looked at you for confirmation. “Yeah, kinda.” You mumbled embarrassed, avoiding his gaze. He chuckled before leaning in close and whispering in your ear. “I’ll touch you all you want at the party later.” Your face was beet red. “Ant!” You whisper shouted, scandalized and wide-eyed. He just tugged you along with him, towards the school exit. “They’re so cute together.” You overheard Quinni say to Amerie and Darren behind you. “Something’s fishy.” Both of them replied in unison. You ignored it, keeping going with Ant. “What now?” You asked once outside the school gate, still holding his hand. Refusing to be the one to let go, actually. “Well, I have some time before the party starts, which, you totally are going to right?” He asked in such a way that you felt a no would break his heart, so you just nodded. How come you are immune to peer-pressure when it was your friends but not when it was the guy you’ve been fake-dating for less than a week. “Great! Well, wanna hang out until then?” You smiled. “Sure!! Oh, we can talk about the logistics of it all, like when did we even start dating and what church do I go to? Or is that even something that’s important to your mother?” You dragged him along, totally rambling at this point about all the different things you had to decide on for the story to be foolproof. When you turned to look at him, waiting for him to say something, you noticed the way he was smiling at you. “Oh, what? Am I overthinking?” You questioned out loud. “No, no, it’s fine. I just don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk that much.” He still looked at you in a way you had trouble deciphering. “Oh. Well, I guess I don’t talk a lot. Usually. But also we haven’t really spoken before this week so…” You trailed off. “Hmmh, yeah, but we’ve been in the same year for a while now.” He said, before turning back to look at the way ahead. “You usually only talk when spoken to.” Oh. He had noticed that? He had noticed you? Before you ever talked to him? “Oh, um. I guess that’s right.” You squeezed his hand subconsciously. “I like hearing you talk.” He squeezed your hand back. “Plus, you’re so smart, I wouldn’t have thought about half of the things you mentioned. Maybe we should write it all down.” You nodded. “Yeah, good idea.”

“Woah, your room is awesome.”  Ant was currently walking through your room looking at all the little trinkets that were… everywhere frankly. Picking them up and putting them down again. “Haha, thanks.” You sat on the edge of your bed, not knowing what to do with yourself as you watched him. “Woah, you like Marvel?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “Uh yeah, I love it.” You laughed. He put the action figure down and turned around, very serious all of a sudden. “This calls for a movie night.” He explained. You grinned. “Sure, I’m always up for a movie.. But let’s talk business first.” You scooched to the side and patted the spot next to you. He groaned dramatically and walked over before sitting down. “Why does this feel like homework all of a sudden.” Your face scrunched up at that. “Sorry. But this is just so our story doesn’t fall apart.” He turned to look at you, head hanging to the side. “You really think it’s necessary?” “Well. Yeah.” You reply. “What if your mom asks us how we met, our what our first date was, and we say different things. Better to be prepared.” He pouts playfully, “Well, fine I guess.” In the end you agree on simple things, you met at school, duh, and worked a project together, after which you became friends, before Ant asked you on a date to the diner, and then a second date to the movies, before asking you to be his girlfriend. Easy enough. He said it was okay not to go to church as long as you were still acting Christian enough in front of his mom. Whatever that means. The reason he was only introducing you now was because you could disprove what was written on the map. You were scared of meeting his parents, so it had taken you a while to gather the courage, and he wanted to be sure before bringing a girlfriend home. Easy. Plausible. Good story. Boring, but believable. In the end you wrote it all down, twice, one copy for you and one for him, just in case you needed it. “Can we finally watch a movie?” He whined as you gave him his paper. “I don’t know, the party is soon, and I don’t know about you, but I definitely have to get ready. You think we can manage to squeeze a movie in?” He nodded, completely convinced. “How long can it take to get ready.” Not believing this was an issue. “Oh buddy…If only you knew.” You patted his shoulder before getting your remote and turning on the tv. It was difficult, at first, to concentrate on the movie, when he was so close and warm, shoulder against shoulder, and legs touching. Your body felt on fire. After a while he wrapped his arm around you too, pulling you ever so slightly closer, if that was even possible.

“Oh! I love this part.” He pointed towards the screen with the hand not resting on your hip. “What? No way, that’s my favorite part.” You looked up at him excitedly. “No way!” He turned to look at you too. You nodded emphatically. “You’re so cool.” He gave you a squeeze. He turned back towards the screen, and you did too, after staring at him for a little while longer. In the end, he ended up staying, watching you get ready, since there was no time for him to go home before Dusty’s band performed. “Whoa, wait, what is that?” You were about to put on your fake lashes, putting glue on the strip when Ant’s head popped up next to you, dangerously close to poking your lash with his finger. “My fake lashes.” You explained. “Your lashes are fake?” He turned to you, staring intensely into your eyes, inspecting your lashes. “No, well yes, sometimes. I have real lashes. The one you’re looking at right now.” You laughed. “But sometimes I put on fake lashes, which looks kinda-“ You  leaned towards the mirror to put your lashes on. “like this.” You said, leaning back to show him. “Oh my god that’s crazy.” He breathed out, totally stunned, which made you laugh even harder. After that he stayed next to you, watching you apply your makeup closely. “Hmmm..” You pursed your lips as you put the last thing in place. “I think that’s it.” You concluded.  Before you could even turn to the side to face him, his voice piped up as he asked: “Can you put some on me?” The request came unexpectedly, but you happily obliged. You opted for some chrome glimmery dark blue green ish, you didn’t really know how to describe it, glitter shadow to put on top of his eyelids. Dabbing it in softly, he leaned in closely and you could feel his breath on your skin. “Okay, try opening your eyes.” You requested softly, holding his chin in your hand and looking at him intensely, assessing your work. He opened his eyes hesitantly. Chewing on your lip you came to the conclusion that this look needed some black liner, so you added a line underneath his eyes on his waterline, dragging it out into a straight “wing”. A difficult job, with this being a sensitive area and Ant not used to having stuff put this close to his eyes. He kept squirming and blinking, but eventually you got the job done to your satisfaction. “This looks sick.” You say as you remove your hands from his face and lean back. Giving him time to admire himself in your mirror, you put away your brushes and powders and liners. “You want to do something to your hair too?” He turned to look at you at that. “Kinda.” You look on your phone to check the time, before grimacing. “Sorry, I don’t think we have time. Actually we really need to go if we wanna make it in time.” You stand up and hold your hand out to him, pulling him up from where he was sitting. Your friends were definitely going to give you shit about barely reaching out to them later.

#x reader #fanfic #oneshot #fanfiction #imagine #hbh #heartbreak high #heartbreak high x reader #hbh x reader #hbh imagine #heartbreak high imagine #heartbreak high fic #ant x reader #hbh ant x reader #hbh anthony vaughn x reader #anthony vaughn x reader #ant vaughn x reader #anthony vaughn imagine #heartbreak high ant #heartbreak high anthony vaughn #mhaf-writes

[pitot-0]

Easter eggs for player's name (spoilers ahead if u wanna discover it urself!)

I'll be including the dialogues when you enter it as the name/nickname

-maleyanderecafe

"Clever, are we? Do you want a round of applause?"

"Well, then you should know how it ends..."

"Don't you?"

-C4, Candy, Lunar

"Haha, what a sick individual."

"Perhaps it's best not to act so innocent..."

"When you know what you are already."

-Alpha, P1

"You just wanted to be accepted into the world, didn't you?"

"To be friends with everyone just like in the stories..."

"But what happens when..."

"You finally break?"

-Beta, P2

"You just wanted to be loved, finally and forever..."

"But they never would have stayed with you otherwise."

"I mean it's not really your fault..."

"It's theirs."

-Scientist

"Kind of a strange name for a prodigy, wouldn't you say?"

"But the guilt you feel is pretty immense..."

"This is all your fault..."

"And it always has been."

-Gamma, P3

"Why do you always pretend to be the villain?"

"You try so very hard to be unlikable and yet..."

"Hahahaha..."

"When will you finally succeed in making sure everyone despises you?"

-Delta, P4

"It must be really sad all alone like that..."

"You want to forget, you really do but..."

"Well, you just know more than you ever should..."

"Maybe like the fact you're playing on a ___ system or something?"

"Haha...just kidding."

-Emil

"With a smile of gold to hide a darkened heart..."

"Doesn't it feel like it's in your nature?"

"First Impressions are everything."

-Thella

"What a noble person to tarnish."

"But then again, it's just as they say..."

"First impressions aren't everything."

-Ryan

Eris: Why would you ever want to be him?

Eris: How disgusting.

-Milo

Eris: That's your perfect creation.

Eris: Let's not tarnish him just yet, alright?

-Desmond

Eris: Why would you want a name like that?

Eris: He's simply too meddlesome for his own good.

-Seph

Eris: Oh dear, that won't work out at all...

Eris: He's only interested in monsters after all...

Eris: And not the kind that you are.

-Valli

Eris: She's a bit too much of a chatterbox, isn't she?

Eris: That's not really your style though...

-Holly

Eris: It's a bad idea.

Eris: She will have your head otherwise.

-Y/N

"What a dull an unremarkable name."

"That doesn't suit you at all."

-Bussy, Fart, Butt

"Hahaha!"

"Very clever!"

"Now watch this!"

game closes

-Dick, pussy, bitch, boobs

"Ah, a prankster, are we?"

"That's pretty funny, I have to say."

"But oh well."

game closes

-Espoir

"My, hello there. It's you. And everyone else."

"You know I heard that using a certain Ashy name might give different results."

"But that's just a simple rumor..."

"Who knows if it's true."

-Ally

"Oh? Ally? How curious."

"It's such an Amiiable name..."

"It's unfortunate you won't live up to it."

-Tsu, Tsumachi

"Oh? It's you."

"Sorry...there's not really any white hair boys in this game..."

"Haha...hope you're not too disappointed."

-Reiynm

"Oho. It's you."

"Such pretty drawings you make."

"I adore them so."

"I wonder just how pretty the thumbnail would be..."

"Haha...it's nothing. Let's continue."

-Lionel

"Ah, so I'm not the only one who is watching."

"I've been watching you for a while."

"So I hope you enjoy."

"Alright?"

-Cherry

"The one and only."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll end up in the attic at some point."

-Mari

"You know, I have something special for you."

"Deep inside of the code..."

"Let's check it out, shall we?"

-Veronica, Jason Dean, Heather

"A song hums in your brain."

"I was meant to be yours..."

"We were meant to be one..."

"Don't give up on me now..."

"Finish what we become..."

"How fitting."

-Strade

"Oh, it's you."

"Well, isn't that something..."

"You'll fit right in!"

-Vance

"Don't you wish you were held more?"

"Don't you wish that someone could hug you...?"

"Even if it drove them insane?"

"So desperately you will crawl to make someone love you..."

-Virgil

"Child of the stars. Child of the galaxies."

"You take on many forms, many shapes..."

"Stay with me, you tell them."

"Force them to stay if you can."

"They have no choice."

-Mychael

"Was it hard living in the forest alone?"

"Some terrifying being that wanted to be loved..."

"Well, don't worry. You'll be loved soon enough."

"By force or by..."

"Suggestion."

-Nick

"...You look awfully hungry."

"Should you get something to eat?"

"An arm or a leg...perhaps?"

-Momo

"A peach grown with a small child that comes out."

"A demon ritual made to get the love of your dreams."

"What will be the ending for this tale?"

-Toma

"A older figure to some, or a cage for others."

"You will be taken whether you like it or not."

"It's a promise."

-Cro

"It's weird... I feel like I remember you..."

"Somewhere in a train going down the line."

"You didn't let me leave."

"Did you?"

-Catsket, Dorian, Aeron

"...A god?"

"...No, the devil..."

"Bloodless Art, perhaps..."

"Remake him into your own."

-Cassanova

"Let's try not to get our hands too dirty."

"We can't eat him up just yet."

-Theo, Riese

"Oh my, you should be careful where you tread."

"I've heard vampires like to come about around here."

"Just be careful when you walk around baring your teeth."

-Ezra

"My, I've heard that you have experience..."

"Let's put that to good use."

"Let's hope it ends up well."

-Krow

"An omen of something to come."

"Be careful of what misfortune you bring."

-Fone

"Don't worry, I can hear you."

"You will be found soon."

"I promise."

-Jack

"A ghost of that who comforts."

"At least, that's what it seems

-Alan

"A song hums in your brain."

"Do you know the Hatchet Man?"

"The Hatchet man, the Hatchet man..."

"Do you know the Hatchet Man?"

"Who lives within the woods...."

"How fitting."

-Louie, Mica, Allar, Josh

"My what a colorful name."

"So pretty and yet unexpected."

"Well now, Valentine."

"Try not to eat his heart out."

-Ren, Redacted

"There's no need for you to try to be someone else."

"You will make them accept you and love you."

"He doesn't have a choice.

-Tenebris, Keith

"Of flowers and monsters."

Keith:

"Such a pretty person...and for what?"

"Being too jealous isn't a good look for anyone."

"Tenebris:

"Ah, be careful that your rage doesn't break them."

"It's unfortunate to destroy something before they're even made."

-Aster

"An angel. Someone who lives for you."

"Well, that might have been what you were suppose to be."

"But now it's time to find someone else to be able to fufill that role, hm?"

-Leumin

"It's raining, it's pouring~"

"Milo is snoring~"

"Hahaha..."

"Let's see if he'll enjoy this rainy weather we'll be putting on then..."

-Koolie

"Ha. Are you some sort of dog?"

"Ah, that's kind of funny..."

"Hopefully this doesn't turn out to be as tasteless as milk."

-Zecharias

"Just as memory serves right?"

"Sometimes you can't find your perfect muse..."

"You have to make them."

-Sal

"The evil white shark of the waters..."

"You just wanted to be loved right?"

"Well..."

"Don't we all?"

-Sol

"A name like the sun..."

"Or so they say."

"When you're simply the kid in the back..."

"Would anyone even notice?"

-Eli

"You were made to be loved, weren't you?"

"Sometimes though, you have to make sure you follow your directive."

"And you just have to do it yourself."

-Zachary, Simon, Seth

"This world isn't really that colorful..."

"At least thats what you think."

"Don't look at it through some colored gaze then, alright?"

-Bo, Dachabo

"You look like such an innocent puppy."

"But it's wrong isn't it?"

"You're more like a wolf who lusts for more."

-Liu

"Watch carefully through that door of yours."

"Your eyes darting about."

"You had always watched him from afar."

-Ashton

"Ah, did you jump from another game or something?"

"Don't forget your garden sheers."

"Maybe you might need them."

-Harper

"Ah, are you taking a break from camp?"

"Well hopefully, you find someone for you..."

"And try not to murder anyone, okay?"

-Morgan

"Hm? Are you a librarian or something?"

"Ah, sounds like a quiet job."

"Well, you can hear a lot of secrets, I'm sure."

-Riker

"Ah, so many different endings, so many different faces."

"Keep it together for your love, okay?"

"You're going to need him."

-Griffin

"Ah, like the bird, huh?"

"Did you guys meet on IndyCent or something?"

"Haha, I jest."

-Dameon, Stalker

"What a fluffy figure you have..."

"You must be good at following the things you like, don't you?"

"Well, let's track him down then..."

"Our Perfect Love"

-Nial

"A parasite bringing someone to death..."

"A blue enigma with a killing blow..."

"Let's hope you can keep him alive..."

"He's going to need it."

-Z

"Ah, a real demonic character, huh?"

"Have you taken interest in someone?"

"Let's keep them closer to you..."

"So they can never leave."

-Gold

"Ah? What a peculiar name."

"You wouldn't perhaps have someone who is in a coma, right?"

"Ahaha. It's just a jest."

-Klein

"How long did it take you to finally get what you pleased?"

"Behind that plastic cover..."

"You'll finally break free."

-Friend

"Ah, what a friendly name you have."

"Despite all that, it's quite ironic."

"After all, being friends with you is rather...unfortunate, isn't it?"

-Adam

"Ah, you have experience hurting others, don't you?"

"Says the one above..."

"I'm sure you will get what you deserve."

-Doc, Dre

"Do you like vengeance?"

"You probably do, don't you?"

"Then please..."

"Enjoy to your heart's content."

-Valk

"May you be watched and possessed..."

"Just as you deserve..."

"I hope it's to your liking."

-Melencholy

"Ah, I remember you. You do your best, don't you?"

"Carried us when we all needed it..."

"Please, let's have fun..."

"Creating our very own perfect love."

-Sox

"A perfect househusband or a perfect wife..."

"Maybe both, maybe neither..."

"Well, I'm sure that this will end with someone being taken care of."

"Whether you'd want it or not."

-Calem

"As I've heard, you really are something."

"You love it when someone watches you from above."

"Like a cat, ready to pounce."

-Meru

"The one of the stars, the one of love."

"I've heard them say you're quite the artist."

"Let's make him into a piece of art, shall we?"

-Techno

"Oh? What a curious name..."

"Like a small, little hamster..."

"Well, they do say that if someone dies next to a hamster..."

"They use their face as bedding."

"That's a fun fact, huh?"

-Madelyn

"I did promise something for you, didn't I?"

"Someone or something that's quite cute or cuddly..."

shows image of a cat

"Someone like this then, hm?"

"Haha. I did promise."

-Jablue

"Can you hear him hiding in the walls?"

"Watching...waiting..."

"There's always someone out there, you know..."

"Begging for your love."

-Bambi

"A deer in the headlights, watching so carefully."

"Will you enjoy the corruption that has been brought?"

"It's more fun when they fall by your hand, you know?"

-Song

"A monster in the making is just as fun..."

"Watch as he twists and turns into his new form..."

"Watch as he hatches into something that's just for you..."

-Flaine

"Ah, welcome back, boss!"

"The cheeriest of all, the one who speaks loudly..."

"May we corrupt the one we love the most..."

"Don't forget to finish your comic..."

-Quiet, Quietaxis

"Did I forget about you?"

"You seem familiar..."

"Like you'd be friends with a cute pink character."

image of kirby

"Kind of like that? I suppose?"

"Haha, that's cute."

-Stranger

"Surprising..."

"I didn't think you'd be here."

"The god of death themselves."

-Manly, Manlybadasshero

"Ah, so it's you. And everyone else."

"I've been wondering if you would pick this up."

"So hopefully you enjoy."

"It would be a shame if you didn't."

whew that's a lot lol

I'd separate the nickname one since there is a lot

#perfect love vn #perfectlovevn #random

[spaceratprodigy]

right now tho I'm really fixated on rogue trader lmao I want to work on Ceciliana ✌😔

#her key details are there #I've been wanting to just keep playing more of the game tbh most of my ideas are small and simmering rn #I would love to play around more with her personality details and some of her past more for sure #biggest thing rn is wanting to play around with her design #I really dig her default drip for how I built her bc it's just so fitting but I might tweak some minor details #I mostly want to construct her face in more detail! see what direction I want to go with her! #her hair too tbh #my placeholder design for her was to just make my DOS2/Hero Quest character Agitha until I really Got To Know Ceciliana #and right now I think I might keep her white hair.. I really dig it.. might make it look a lil peppery.. not sure yet gotta doodle it out #style tho I'm really not sureeeee that's gonna be my biggest challenge to find out what I'm satisfied with 😩 #I have an idea I wanna try but idk if it's gonna be satisfactory when I see it #IDK YET #I do have some doodle ideas tho lmao #I just want some silly drawings of her with abelard and argenta and pasqal #but probs won't get to them for a whileeeee #okay I just wanted to ramble and get some thangs out of my brain just thinkin out loud you know how it is #I'm excited abt new oc #I love when I get passionate abt something #bf is also very excited bc he loves warhammer and I've been listening to him talk abt it for like 10 years now #and he knows I've been interested in diving further in for a long time #so he is LOVING seeing me be this invested and talking abt Ceciliana #he is my biggest consultant on all the necessary details #rambling #ceciliana von valancius

[thegnomelord]

Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.

The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.

So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.

Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is 👑 anon available?

I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be 👑anon!

It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"

Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.

CW:NSFW

But Gaz? Oooh Gaz—

Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.

It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.

Only problem — you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.

Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?

You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.

When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.

It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.

You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).

You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.

Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.

You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.

Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.

Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.

You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."

Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"

"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."

"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."

"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.

When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.

He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.

"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.

"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.

But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.

You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.

You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.

Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.

His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.

"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"

One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.

"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"

"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."

You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.

"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.

"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.

Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.

#cod mw2 #gnome correspondence #x reader #Gnome's Spittballs #trinkets from the hoard #male reader #top male reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod mlm #cod modern warfare #monster cod au #cod smut #cod x male reader

[cupcakeslushie]

You seem to draw Donnie covered in Spray paint (pink and blue) a lot. Why is that? What got him hooked to it and why doesnt he have to mix the colors himself?

(BIG fan of the angsty separated au!!!!)

Draxum’s lab is pretty dull color wise, and Three wanted to differentiate his tech from Draxum’s. Huginn and Muninn are the ones who buy Three his spray paints! One of those small, nice things they try to do to make the kid a little bit happy. Purple is Three’s favorite color, but sometimes they’re limited in what they can bring him. (Also the pink and blue colors are a nod to Jinx—It’s kinda funny that her colors, pink and blue, when mixed, make purple)

It would be maximum shock if they all met right when Leo and Donnie rejoined the family, before they kinda started their healing process, cause they’re probably the most different at that point.

Rise!Donnie would be appalled at AU!Donnie, from silly things like the way he accumulates layers of grime without a care—to the rude way he treats April. AU!Leo and Rise!Leo would keep a wide birth from each other and probably stick to a buddy system with their respective brothers just in the hopes that they don’t ever get left alone with the other (their bros of course conspire to do exactly that, so they can get to know each other)

Rise!Raph would probably be really worried about AU!Raph just cause he thought his brother’s make him stressed and tired? But between dealing with Leo’s anger issues, and Donnie’s…everything, AU!Raph looks ready to drop any second. AU!Mikey would love Rise!Mikey, cause he’s adorable, but he’s a little sad when he looks at him, cause he acts just like he used to, before he was thrown into the arena, so he tries to tone down the bad and make it sound more exciting so that Rise!Mikey doesn’t know how horrible AU!Mikey had it.

The Kraang would def be the Rise Kraang version. The movie would take place a little while after the defeat the Shredder. I’m still working out the timeline cause when I was first deciding their ages, I forgot about the two years from the end of the series and the start of the movie 🙄. So I’m doing some reworking on that end. I think I’ll either change them to be a few years older at the start of the AU than I made them, OR the AU and the fight with Shredder will go for a longer stretch of time than it did in the series. That way there’s not a huge two year gap of unknown time between Shredder’s defeat to the start of the movie. EDIT Now that we know the series took place over two years and it was only a couple months between the finale and the movie. Their ages are gonna be the ones listed on their character charts!!

I’m still not even sure if I’ll manage to make it that far, but hopefully we will get there eventually! Cause I really wanna get to Casey. In fact, I’d probably make it less about Leo growing into a more serious role (cause obviously he’s already there), and more about him really accepting the love of his family. We might even see a future Leo come back with Casey?? It would be so hard not to go that route cause I love that idea so much 🤣

But I honestly don’t know yet what I’d really like to do. And I’d hate to give an answer that I’d have to redact later. I’ve got a lot of ideas, but I can’t even think about them, until I put out all the other stuff I’ve got planned. So let’s all cross our fingers and hope we get there some day lol!

2012!Leo would go MOM MODE™️ EXTREME, 2012!Raph and Don would take off like a rocket with the intention of hunting down and murdering Draxum, Shredder and Big Mama, and Mikey would probably be caught between holding back tears and doing his best to tell jokes and ease the tension, or following after his brothers in their murder spree.

Basically as much as the 2012 boys would be thrown off at first over how different the AU boys are from the other versions of themselves they’ve met, they’d go HARD as the protective older bros. But the only one who’d probably actually appreciate it would be AU!Raph cause he never gets to be the little brother lol.

@smoldevelopingcookie @c00k13san2 @luvrbug @organisedchaosstuff @uniqueness351217

Separated AU tag

#ask slushie #separated au #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt separated au #rise of the tmnt #my art #sep!au life #sep!au crossover

[valeskawhore]

VOX

HAZBIN HOTEL! RANDOM THOUGHTS.

I’m hitting on Sherlock Phones yall.

Someone help this man.

Someone PLEASE help this man.

Let's be real with ourselves lonely sinners, vox is not the man we need but he is the man we fawn for. I’ve done a lot of research on his character, his voice actor, his background and his main focus in hazbin hotel just to come up with the most canon version I can write him as.

He is NOT “that guy”. Vox is conniving, manipulative, egotistical, rude,and has been described as not “a nice person” by Vizi herself.

I'm pretty sure he was the “where my hug at?” guy back in college for computer science and theater arts. The guy who no one liked; laughed at not with and continuously thought that everyone was intimidated by him because no one wanted to approach him. Yet it was really because— No one thought he was cool whatsoever.

Of course this man took dance lessons and acting classes, his mind is quite literally a computer even back when he was alive. Vox understands the concept behind “good television” and how to appease his audience.

The lack of attention in his life to early childhood/adulthood was made up when he became a TV host. Vox wanted everyone to love him just so he could push them away and be this “Awesome guy who's too busy and successful for everyone”.

He totally speaks to everyone like they are 4-12 years old. Someone could be older than him, taller, or stronger and he’s just going to immediately deem them imperior to him because of his success.

“My dear, whatever could be the problem?”

“Awe cupcake, are you sad? panties in a twist? Is your bra too tight or are you just going through shark week?”

Vox will literally say one phrase when he knows things aren't going his way.

“Let’s think about this.” Not TALK– THINK. Let's THINK about this.

And darling, he’s not talking to himself but to you and again, immediately placing you underneath him–trying to have you use that “big brain of yours”

This man will plant shit in your head causing you to draw conclusions about things so you can focus entirely on what HE wants. As done with Valentino in episode 2 SE1; when valentine is flipping his shit and all vox does is control the situation.

He’ll flip his shit, igniting fear into the person he’s talking to, allowing the victim to find him ‘scary’ enough to break into submission and shut their mouth.

He’ll take this time to plant thoughts into their head. “What do you think going half cocked around hell to find angel dust will do to our image?”---”U-uh.. fuck it up?” DING DING DING. “Good boy/girl”

And then praise when they come to their “senses” (What he wants them to do)

“Such a big brain you have, you’re so smart.”

“Aren't you a pretty doll? hm?”

“That’s right baby, I knew you had it in you.” No he didn’t, you surprised him but he’s gonna take on the ‘caring best man role’ to cover up his surprise.

He gets hard easily. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.

*~*~*~*~*

ok so I really wanna write like a whole freaking series of events for him, just one shots and I’m interested in all kinds of ideas, these are really just random thoughts that came to my mind while writing. If you guys like the way I write him or the ideas I present— totally let me know if I should continue my obsession with this man.

#funny story #funny content #x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #voxval #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x human reader #vox x reader #vox x reader angst #vox x reader hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin art #hazbin hotel

[palioom]

go camping, they said

summary: wanting just a nice weekend away, frankie takes you on a camping trip. the whole thing doesn't quite turn out as expected.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); unprotected p in v; fingering; established relationship

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Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Sure it was fun, having to carry heavy bags through the woods, swarmed by insects. Her skin itched and her muscles burned, trying to keep her annoyed groans at bay.

Tripping over the roots of trees, scratching her skin open on bushes and smaller branches.

She told Frankie as much. How much she fucking loved camping already.

“C’mon, baby, we ain’t even there yet and you wanna complain already?” Frankie responded, that bright, beautiful smile still on his face. As always, it was like nothing could ever really dampen his mood. “You’ll love it, cariño, trust me.”

She huffed, readjusting the backpack on her back before stepping over a large branch, almost tripping. His hands immediately shot out to her, ready to catch her should she fall.

Like always, so quick to react when something happened.

“It better, right now I really don’t like it.” She said, brushing some hair out of her face, then swatting away some more mosquitoes.

He laughed, smacking her ass as she walked ahead and past him, just grinning when she looked back to glare daggers at him.

Finally at the campsite, she was glad to let the heavy bags fall, even though it was nothing compared to what Frankie was carrying, his muscles flexing, biceps bulging as he threw his load down.

Still all smiles, looking through the bags.

While he had wanted to start on putting up the tent immediately, she took a moment to walk around, just checking out the view.

It was beautiful, if he put up the tent just how he planned to, they would have a perfect view on the lake that stretched out before her. A breathtaking sight, the sun reflecting off the blue surface, a few ducks disturbing the stillness of the water by drawing ripples into it.

He really had picked a wonderful place to camp, even if she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of it yet.

But just being with him here was good enough for her right now.

“Oh fuck.” She heard behind her, spinning around to see Frankie rummage through the bag the tent was in, the dark green fabric already splayed out next to him. “Seriously?”

Walking back to him, she heard him sigh heavily, kneeled on the ground as he kept looking.

“What is it, baby?” She asked, a little concerned. Everything seemed fine to her as she looked at the splayed out equipment. Had they forgotten something important?

“Missing some fucking pegs.” He said, searching through another bag in the hopes of finding them. “Must’ve fallen out or something.”

Crouching down next to him, she took the ones he had gathered in her hand. “Won’t these be enough?”

She really had no idea about any of this, what they had looked just fine to her. But he was the expert.

Frankie gave up with a long sigh, moving to get started, picking up the tent.

“Might be.” A long groan left him, rubbing a hand over his face. “But looks like we’re missing a tent pole or two, too. So let’s hope the thing doesn’t collapse in the middle of the night.”

She went to help him, letting him instruct her what to do. Settling to put the tent poles in.

“I told you to check if we had everything, you know…” A small smirk was on her lips, which earned her a gentle squeeze of her ass.

“Yeah, yeah, just help me get this thing up, baby.”

She giggled.

“I can help you get another thing up.”

Looking up at him, he just shook his head with a wide grin, continuing to put everything together.

It took a little longer than either of them expected to set up the tent, but in the end they managed, even if it was a little wobbly.

She was sure it would do for the two nights they had planned to stay here. Even if Frankie wasn’t entirely convinced about that, he just hoped for the best.

While he moved on to get the air mattresses set up, she walked around to gather some smaller branches to make a fire.

Frankie had promised her a campfire and she was more than just excited to get one going.

It had been one of the main points to get her sold on this little weekend trip.

Honestly, she was most excited to cuddle with him, maybe make some toasted marshmallows.

It would be fun. 

Wrapped up in some blankets, cozy and quiet while listening to the fire crack.

Maybe all the insects and scratches could be forgotten.

By the time they had managed to get a fire going, the sky had darkened. Not only just because of the sun setting, a soft orange glow shimmering on the water, but also because dark clouds had started to make their way over.

They ignored it for now, huddled on a camping chair together, a blanket around them and sharing a marshmallow.

“Maybe it’s gonna pass.” She said, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek as he held another sweet treat into the fire. Thunder rumbled in the distance, letting her look up, feeling a little less optimistic. “It better pass.”

His hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, humming.

“Sure. It’ll just pass so I can make you more of these.” Frankie said, pulling the lightly toasted marshmallow out of the fire and presenting it to her.

She smiled, taking it off of the stick with her mouth before leaning closer to him, wiggling her brows.

Frankie understood, biting into it and chuckling at their little Lady and the Tramp moment, kiss and all.

Meeting in the middle, lips slotting against the others’.

She laughed too, swallowing the sweet, caramelly treat  before kissing him again, deeper this time.

He tasted like caramel and beer, his beard tickling her. 

Careful not to knock his cap off of him.

Putting away the stick, his other hand wandered over her thigh, up and down in a slow motion.

“See, camping ain’t that bad, baby.” He said with a wide grin. Almost cocky, knowing he was proving her wrong right now. It was all fine. “We should test those mattresses, see if they’re any g-”

His words were cut off by the sudden downpour of water on them, making her gasp in surprise and scramble to move off of him.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the cold rain drenching her almost immediately, thunder cracking above them, lightening the sky as she quickly ran over to their tent, Frankie following close behind.

Once inside, kneeling on the hard floor, she threw the sopping blanket off of her, looking over at him.

“Camping ain’t that bad?” She repeated his words, laughing in disbelief, seeing how drenched he was. “You wanna repeat that, Frankie?”

He just looked back at her, taking his button down off, leaving him in a dark t-shirt that now clung to his body.

There was a moment of silence between them, only the sound of the rain hitting their tent hard above them, before they both broke out in laughter.

Of course this happened to them. It just had to.

Missing tent pieces, some bruises and now soaked by the rain.

What else could go wrong.

“You look pretty when you’re wet.” He laughed, making her roll her eyes in response as she wrung out her hair.

“Funny.” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Taking off her cardigan, she threw it at him, spraying him with water when he caught it. 

Suddenly, he was on her, pulling her into him as he kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. His hands roamed over her body, settling on her ass.

“Still wanna test out those mattresses?” She asked, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Or do we have to fear them exploding or something?”

He laughed, raising his arms so she could take his shirt off, her fingers on his chest immediately.

“They’re pretty sturdy.” He took off her tank top, cupping her breasts through her bra. The whimper that left her was music to his ears. “But let’s see if they can handle us.”

The thin material let her hard nipples poke through, making her moan as he brushed his thumbs over them.

“If they don’t, I’m never going camping with you again, Francisco.” She said, cupping his cheeks and pulling him against her, sounds muffled.

Frankie made quick work of her bra, leaving her shivering in the cold air, moving to lay her down on the bed.

They felt nice, different but not too bad.

“I like these.” She giggled, the air moving in the mattress when he hovered over her, making her wiggle around. “Good pick.”

His lips attached to her neck, hungry and passionate, leaving some bruises to bloom later, his hands cupping and groping at her breasts.

Like he had never touched them before, fingertips rough against her soft skin.

They both flinched when thunder cracked above them, taken out of the moment for a few seconds, wondering if this tent would hold up.

“Nothing more romantic than fucking during a thunderstorm.” He joked, drawing her back in with a soft laugh. “Just the right atmosphere.”

Her hands found the button of his pants, opening them.

“Can do that at home, too, Frankie.” She said, smirking. “Nothing special about that while camping.”

He smiled against her skin, dragging his nose all the way up which he had just kissed down, finding the corner of her mouth.

“It wouldn’t feel the same, cariño.”

Just before she could reach into his pants, he sat back on his haunches and opened her jeans.

“Oh sorry, forgot the mosquito bites and the scratches and the fact that I’m fucking soaked but it’s not your work at all. Adds just the right touch.” 

He grinned, pulling off her pants, throwing the wet denim behind him somewhere.

Her panties swiftly followed, hands pressing her legs open by the inside of her knees.

“I’d say this is all my work.” Two of his fingers ran through her soaked folds, making her squirm and throw her head back. “Pretty, little pussy. Bet you can take me already, querida.”

He pressed them against her entrance, applying just a little bit of pressure.

“Frankie- Fuck, please, baby.” 

When he pushed inside, she tensed up a little, her hand coming to grab his wrist. Not to stop him, just to make him slow down as he stretched her open.

“Knew you could take me, just breathe, baby.” He said quietly, barely audible over the rain still hammering onto the tent. “How’s that feel?”

It felt good, amazing. Legs opening wider, feeling him slowly drag his fingers in and out of her, humming lowly.

“Really good.” She said, biting her lip. “But I want your dick, Francisco.”

His fingers flexed inside of her and she would have laughed at the reaction he had to her saying his full name, if only he wasn’t hitting that sweet spot inside her that let her moan loudly.

“Was hopin’ I could get some late night snack first.”

That made her laugh, rolling her eyes.

He sped up just a little, feeling her clench around him.

“Can eat me out all you want later, but I want you to fuck me first, baby.” She almost whined when he curled his fingers again, back arching. “Let me see your cock, Frankie, wanna feel it.”

She sounded so desperate, voice so small with the thunder still raging on, that he couldn’t resist, pulling his fingers out of her.

His pants and underwear quickly joined the pile behind them, and soon enough he was nestled between her legs, pressing his hips forward slowly, making her gasp while he kissed down her neck.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He moaned, hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder, the sound making goosebumps appear on her skin.

Or maybe it was the cold, only now feeling warmer with his chest close to hers.

If there was one thing she would never get used to, it’s how fucking big Frankie was, stretching her just right and always hurting just a little no matter how well he prepared her.

And with her leg over his shoulder he only felt bigger, making her whimper.

“And you’re fucking big.” She said, watching the slight blush on his cheeks.

He loved hearing it, but it always got him a little red in the face, chuckling quietly.

Her hands moved to his sides when he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her cry out and dig her nails into his skin.

“Francisco, fuck!” 

He did it again, setting a slow, but rough pace, filling her completely and making her head spin when his lips found hers.

Still tasting of caramel and beer, which only made her hungry.

“You sound so sweet when I’m fucking you.” He said, groaning loudly when she squeezed him tight. “Love hearing you, querida, you’re so stunning.”

Rambling already, he was so easy to get drunk on pussy and she loved it, moaning and gasping his name as he pounded into her, his own impatience making him speed up.

Making that coil tighten inside of her. 

No longer feeling cold. Quite the opposite, burning up from the inside.

When he sat up, pulling her other leg over his shoulder too, he watched how her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her back arching off the mattress.

Moving just a little differently to change the angle, he had her squirming underneath him, their sounds echoing in the small space.

“Baby, please-” She whimpered, groping her own breasts as he held her legs up, kissing the inside of her knees. 

Not much left, just a tiny little more.

“I got you, querida, c’mon.” He rasped, feeling her spasm around him, not too far from the edge himself. “Want you to soak my dick, c’mon.”

When he bent over her again, the pain of the position delicious as she felt the stretch in her legs, he kissed her hard. The coil snapped, making her cry out and dig her nails into him so hard she thought she was breaking skin.

“Frankie, fuck- Fuck!” She trembled, bent in half beneath him, still pounding into her at a rough pace. “Francisco!”

That did him in, pushing his hips against hers and staying there, spilling himself inside of her and swallowing her moans, his own slipping into her mouth.

“Baby, fuck-”

When he stopped twitching inside her, he gently moved to let her legs down, kissing her deeply now that they were coming down from their highs.

The rain had finally stopped, the thunder more distant and only a few drops hitting their tent now, dripping off the trees.

It was peaceful. 

Nice, even.

Just wrapped up in one another, limbs tangled.

Frankie kissed along her jaw, soft gentle kisses as she cupped his cheeks, keeping him close to her.

“See, camping really ain’t that bad.” He repeated himself from earlier, laughing.

That wonderful laugh she adored so much, the corner of his eyes crinkling a little.

She was just joining in, giggling loudly when suddenly their tent came down on them, making both of them yell out in surprise.

For a moment they each just cursed under their breath, with Frankie holding up the roof just high enough so he could see her.

When they locked eyes, they both began laughing, the whole thing so ridiculous they couldn’t not laugh.

“You need to stop saying that, baby.” She said, tears in her eyes and her stomach hurting, barely noticing that he was pulling out of her. “First the rain and now this.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He responded, acting all innocent as he sat up, pulling her up as well. “Camping isn’t-”

She slapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him with a giggle.

“Stop! I don’t wanna hear a loud bang and find the truck has exploded when we get back!”

“The loud bang already happened…” He said, almost sheepishly now.

God, he was adorable like this.

“Wanna sleep outside? We got more blankets?” He suggested, still holding up the tent, his arm slowly growing tired.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why the fuck not.”

So they got up, laying down a blanket in the dirt before moving the mattress on top of it, the tent just a little pile now as they threw all the pillows and blankets out.

The air wasn’t too chilly, but nice and crisp after the storm, and the sky was visible over the lake as they quickly hopped into bed, still laughing at how stupid all of this was.

His head rested on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, feeling heavy on her but finding it a welcome weight.

This was nice. Looking up at the stars, naked under the covers and his warm body on top of hers.

His hand caressing her side, mouth finding her neck again.

“I know you’re thinking it, Frankie. Don’t say it.” She giggled, her hand threading through his hair. “If we get another rainshower at night I’ll blame that on you.”

He just laughed, patting her hip.

“I’ve never said a damn thing.”

She hummed, burying her nose in his hair.

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Maybe they were right.

Camping could be kind of fun.

Especially with someone like Frankie.

#frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal characters #my writing

[lara-cairncross]

I'm gonna dub myself babbling anon because I know I probably babble a lot. Anyway;

I was thinking about you AU and then I saw a picture of Draxum and thought about him being the pixie dust alchemist or a garden fairy, and then, when I thought about the pixie dust, I thought about the moon stone, which I'm getting off track about. Here are my questions! And sorry again.

1. Do you think any of the brothers would be selected in taking care of the Moonstone?

2. Has any of them been curious about the frost fairies? I'm sure Raph and Donnie has been part of the crews helping the animals cross and making the baskets respectively before.

3. Isn't it common for fairies to use mice to pull their wagons? Wouldn't it be awkward for Splinter to be just a rat?

4. Do you think April would be intrested in Pixue dust alchemy? In the series, she wanted to learn magic in witch town.

That's all my questions, so sorry for the new pile of them. But I also wanna tell you about things I thought about with characters like how Meat Sweats can be a baking fairy, i think that's what they are, and Mikey would drop by the baker fairies' workplace sometimes to watch (imagine Meat Sweats in tiny freaking wings that shouldn't hold him up but it does, haha) but I think I'm being too overwhelming and I should probably not be bothering about this but anyway, babbling again. Thank you for taking your time on this and sorry for wasting it too, haha.

First of all-- I LOVE the idea of Draxum as some kind of Pixie Dust alchemist!! I don't know if I'll ever get around to drawing that, but it's an excellent idea :DD Originally I was trying to figure out if I wanted Draxum or Big Mama to step into Queen Clarion's shoes, but now I'm leaning towards Big Mama as the Queen and Draxum as some kind of fairy alchemist on the lam!

I'm not sure if any of them would be selected, honestly? I mean, the only one who would really be chosen to create the scepter is Donnie-- and although he's talented, he and the rest of the boys are infamous in Pixie Hollow for being, like, SUPER reckless and adventurous! I don't think anyone would trust the four of them around a priceless artifact lmao

Raph definitely takes an interest in the frost fairies/the Winter Woods! He loves helping the animals cross over and seeing their pelts change color, but he does have to be careful-- not only because his wings can get damaged by the cold, but also because it's really easy for him to switch into brumation mode if he accidentally crosses the border. That'd be a disaster all around. Donnie doesn't really care about the frost fairies or the Winter Woods-- he has too much work to do back on his side of the border-- and Mikey doesn't like it over there at ALL, since it's much colder and cloudier!! He thrives off of warm temperatures and sunny skies :DD Leo would probably be pretty indifferent to the Winter Woods, but I can see him challenging himself to fly across the border and get back before his wings get damaged, just to test out how fast he can fly.

Man, I need to figure something out for Splinter. I honestly have no idea where he fits in here! Maybe he could take over Lord Milori's role in the Winter Woods? That could be a fun dynamic to play with when it comes between him, Big Mama, and the turtles :D

April would defffffffinitely be interested in all things related to magic/pixie dust/fairies in general. The turtles tell her all kinds of stories about Pixie Hollow and show off their magic to her, but I imagine that she'd always be sort of disappointed that she can't experience Neverland for herself-- not yet, at least.

Thanks for the questions, dearest babbling anon! They were fun to answer 😚🧡🧡

#rottmnt fairy au #fairy au

[bbybluemochi]

bbybluemochi's F.A.Q. ✧･ﾟ

Hi! Arun here! I thought that instead of answering your submissions one by one I’d gather all the frequently asked questions and answer them in a single post (this is a mix of art/OC/commissions related q's)!

Please note that I do read all your messages and I’m so grateful for every one of them!!!! I keep all your words really close to my heart, thank you for liking my art and loving my Ocs as much as I do, it means the world to me <3

What’s the name of your OCs?

They’re called Cotton (the blonde one) and Puppy (the dark haired one). The original idea for them was to make some silly wolf/bunny OCs (that’s why Cotton is called like that, it was supposed to be a joke about her tail…) but somewhere along the way they took over and became something completely different!

Is there a webcomic for your OCs?

Not currently! I don’t have the time or the skills (for now) but I’d love to give it a try in the future! 

I was wondering if you mind people using your OC art as character art/inspiration for DnD?Just games with friends that are for fun, nothing for commercial.

Go ahead! I find that really flattering.

Just out of curiosity, are any of your OCs bisexual?

Both Cotton and Puppy are lesbians. That’s what I feel comfortable drawing since I’m a lesbian myself. If I ever do draw a bisexual OC I’ll make sure to mention it! <3

I think you said Cotton was a dominatrix in a previous ask, but is Puppy on the opposite side of the spectrum or is she just glad to be there whichever way?

Puppy is very much a sub. They both switch (Puppy as a service top and bottom and Cotton as a top and power bottom), but the dom/sub dynamic never changes. Also I wanted to mention that these dynamics do not transcend outside of the bedroom that much, there’s more to them than their kinks but I do love to draw them deep in their submissive/dominant headspaces. 

Are one of the lesbian fairytale characters trans?

I didn’t design either of them with that in mind, but I’m super OK with people headcanoning them as trans!

May I use your art as a header/icon?

Of course! Remember to credit me tho~

Do you allow people to use your art freely?

I don’t allow reposts of my work (not that it matters that much, since almost all my art has been already reposted a million times ))): but I’d really appreciate it if you just shared my posts instead of reposting my art). As for phone backgrounds/wallpapers or stuff like that, yeah!

Do you have an instagram account or other social media, I would love to follow you there.

My main platform is twitter (same @), I post all my drawings there and I’m usually more active over there. Tumblr is kind of like an archive. I really like the community here but I find it easier to reply/interact with people on twitter! As for instagram, I do have an old art account (same @, again) but I haven’t posted in so long. I may start posting there soon if a certain rich guy decides to keep destroying the bird app tho. 

I’ve always thought about this… how do you think it’d look if the aesthetics/styles [of your OCs] were reversed?

I’ll have to explore that in a future drawing, I haven’t thought much about it! 

Do you write fics for your characters or has anyone else written fics about them?

Not yet! A couple of my friends have offered, tho! I usually like to stick to drawing because that’s what I do best, I don’t wanna subject anyone to my writing (it’s not very good,,,,). When I share some of my Ocs stories, I think it will be in comic format. 

What's the story behind your OCs? 

There are several, actually!! I like to put my OCs in different universes. As for now, there’s the Fairytale AU, the modern setting AU (this is the original one), and now the Werewolf/Vampire AU. I also did a drawing of them as spiderwoman and black cat but I don’t think that AU is gonna make a comeback for a while. I’m also planning a scifi AU but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull off that aesthetic with my current art style so I’m still working on it. 

The Fairytale AU is the one I’m working on most of the time. I wanna release a small artbook with their story + illustrations. That was my main goal for 2023 but life got in the way, so maybe,,, 2024??? *crosses fingers* 

Is your shop down? It’s saying that it’s not available.

I open my shop for 1-2 weeks every now and then, that’s why it’s closed most of the time! My plan is to open the store again in september, if i manage to finish all the merch in time! I’ll announce it on my twitter and tumblr account when I do. 

Would you ever share a tutorial on how you make your art?

Yes, of course! I’m not very good at explaining my drawing process but If it helps anyone I’d love to! Just let me know what part of the drawing process you’d like me to focus on, because If i try to make a full illustration tutorial it’s gonna be too long/difficult to follow. 

May I ask what brush do you use for your lineart?

I use a different brush almost every time I start an illustration, I’m not very consistent when it comes to that (I think it’s mainly because I haven’t found the perfect brush yet!). But let me know what illustration you’re curious about and I’ll try to remember which one I used!

Do you come up with poses off the top of your head or do you use some type of reference? I always struggle with them.

It depends on what I’m drawing! Some of my drawings are reinterpretations of paintings (I’m obsessed with pre-raphaelite painters and arthurian legend paintings in general), so in those cases I try to adapt the poses to my art style. Even If I’m trying to recreate an already existing painting I end up changing the poses/proportions a lot along the way to fit my personal taste/art style. 

Other times, I just sketch from imagination (this is more entertaining, I think, since looking at references can make the drawing process a bit tedious). If I find it hard to draw a certain pose/part of the body I will look up references on printerest, no shame in using pictures! If I still can’t find the pose I need I’ll just take a picture of myself (this is like, a last resort for me. I’m too lazy for this). 

My personal advice would be to use references for the pose and then tweaking the pose and trying to make it more personal 

I love the way the armor was designed and rendered! Can you share some tips on designing armor? 

Drawing armor is something I still struggle with most of the time. I think I’ve learned a lot in the past year (please don’t look at my armor drawings from 2022,,,,, sigh) but I still struggle to draw certain poses/angles. My advice is: don’t hesitate to draw non-functional armor!!! There’s always gonna be someone like “actually, that armour makes no sense :)” well !!!! it looks cool as hell so who caresssss !!!!! 

I think it’s more important for you to get comfortable drawing armor before you start beating yourself up for not drawing accurate ones. It takes a lot of practice (I’m still learning!!!), especially if you’re trying to draw historically accurate ones, so start by having fun, and then work your way up from there.

Most of the tips I can think about are really hard to explain without a visual example, so let me know if that’d be a tutorial you would be interested in and I’ll try to make one (I’m cringing a little just saying this bc I swear, my armor skills are so bad compared to some amazing artists out there………..).

Do you allow cosplays your OCs?

YES…. YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOUUU ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!! *rattles my cage* 

Do you allow fanart of your OCs?

Again,,, PLEASEEEEEEEEE !!! Just tag me so I don’t miss it and remember to give me credits if you do !!!!!!!!!!! :D

I was wondering if you use procreate , clip studio, or similar apps?

A mix of both. I used to draw on procreate only until I got a tablet and now I’m a clip studio user (csp sponsor me please), and now that’s all I use. I’m so used to drawing on PC now that I don’t think I’d be able to go back to procreate, but I still like that app a lot! All my drawings (even the ones I do on csp) always get retouched on procreate because I like some of the effects (*dreamy sigh* chromatic aberration filter,,, love u). 

I wanted to know if the marks Cotton has on her waist are tattoos or like a scar? 

Those are tats! Puppy is a tattoo artist ~~~ (I’m actually not sure if i’ll keep the waist tats on Cotton or if I’ll end up redesigning them,,,)

I was wondering if you take commissions?

Not right now. I also don’t have any plans of opening commissions any time soon! When I do, I’ll post a google forms on twitter and here on tumblr with the prices and type of comms I do. But there’s nothing scheduled. 

Even tho I'm not doing commissions atm, I’m currently looking for illustration jobs (specially book covers), so don’t hesitate to email me at [email protected]

That's all for now, thank you for reading!! I think I covered most of the questions, I'll make another q&a post in the future! Bye~~

#frequently asked questions #faq #ask

[neo404]

Reader not even knowing he is into guys till he meet and starts liking nick after harboring feelings for a while he randomly asks nick out while they are hanging out

New Feelings.

Summary: your friend Chris introduces you to his brother Nick, not knowing that you’ll develop feelings for him.

Tw: cursing

I don’t remember when I started feeling like this. I think from the first time I saw him something changed inside of me. It was fall, Chris wanted to go hang out at a park and said his brother will come too, when I saw Nick for the first time something clicked in my brain, maybe it was his tattoos or his messy blonde hair, either way, I was infatuated with him. I got closer to him and started to hang out alone.

Most times I find myself looking at him, staring at his blue eyes, his smile. At first it was scary, I have never felt this way towards another guy, but after a while thinking and listening to him laugh, I realized this feeling is not momentarily.

I know Nick likes guys, I know he would date someone like me, I just don’t know if he would date me. It makes me go crazy to think about him rejecting me, but I’m more scared of never telling him how much I want to be with him. I truly believe he is the most amazing human being alive, he’s funny and handsome, hard working and kind.

‘’Are you fucking listening?’’ Nick softly punches my arm. We are sitting at the same bench we were sitting the day we met, it has been a few months since that day, a lot has changed.

‘’Sorry, I was thinking.’’

‘’Yeah, like you can think. What where you thinking about?’’

‘’Do you wanna go on a date with me?’’ I say without hesitating, he looks confused.

‘’What? Is this some kind of joke?’’

‘’Of course not, why would I joke about something like this?’’

‘’A date? Aren’t you like… straight?’’ he seems nervous.

‘’I’m not.’’

‘’I didn’t know.’’

‘’Me neither… Nick, look. I like you, a lot, I can’t stop thinking about you and us being together, I’m scared of this not working out, I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way but to be honest, I was more afraid of never having the courage to tell you. So, yeah, just tell me hat you feel, no hard feelings.’’

‘’I can’t believe this. I thought you liked girls.’’

‘’I do.’’ I mutter.

‘’I know. I mean like, only girls. Whatever, what I want to say is I like you too, I thought it was obvious, I had to force myself to act a certain way so you didn’t notice it. But I guess I should have just shown my true feelings. I’d love to go on that date with you.’’ He smiles warmly at me.

‘’Really? That’s awesome.’’ I smile widely, my cheeks burn a little. ‘’I already have a plan, oh god, that’s embarrassing, I said it before I though.’’

‘’You are so cute. Tell me about this plan.’’ He laughs at me and grabs my hand softly; I smirk and quickly glance at our hands.

‘’So, I was thinking. Picnic, arcade and ice cream. At the picnic we can do cute things like draw each other or something like that.’’

‘’Oh my god, I have seen people do that all over my tiktok. We have to do it.’’

‘’Great. So, maybe this weekend? Like Saturday maybe.’’

‘’That’s good for me… Have you told Chris about this’’ he says the last part looking at our hands.

‘’No. I wanted to tell him after I made us official, so, not yet. And about the also liking boys too, I don’t think it’s necessary to come out to them, maybe I can casually drop it in one of our conversations.’’ I say calmly.

‘’Sounds great. So, when do you plan to make us official?’’ I chuckle at this.

‘’After a few dates, I want to make sure that you fall in love with me as much as I fell for you, but I think that’s impossible.’’

‘’God, you are smooth. I like that idea, having dates, with you. It sounded almost impossible to me.’’

‘’We’ll we are here now. Sorry for making you think otherwise.’’ My thumb starts to rub his hand.

‘’It’s not your fault, I’m glad you said something about it.’’

‘’Me too.’’

Even when my confession wasn’t conventional, or the most romantic one, I know my feelings for him are real, and I’ll give my best for our next couple of dates to be the best he has ever had in his life. I’m gonna make sure that he sees how good of a boyfriend I will be. I can’t wait for us to finally be together, and for me to not hide my feelings for him anymore.

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

[azuphere]

Okay but you still haven’t explained what the glitch theory is, like what does it mean??

omgg lore dump time this is so exciting, more under the cut but the glitch theory basically revolves around this merch from phil from november 2019 !

(re: this ask)

so like at the time, this piece of merch had ppl like 👀👀 bc the concept and the graphic novel vibe and the way it said ‘to be continued’ had ppl thinking this might be a hint at a secret project!

and over the years, phil would keep hinting at wanting to channel his creative energies into a project, and how he'd love to do smth interactive like bandersnatch ! esp in 2019/early-2020:

in an interview from february 2019, he said that his plans for 2020 included: "a few projects on the burn which I'm not ready to announce fully yet. They all involve writing. There are some stories I'd like to tell, so with some hard work and a bit of luck I might be able to share these with you on-screen on in print next year."

in 'The Scary Reason I Didn't Buy A House' (april 2019), he said: "I do actually have a story in my head, I'm just not quite sure how I wanna tell it yet. So it could be a book, it could be like a TV series-style screenplay, it could be a movie script. I just need to consolidate all these ideas in my head and turn them into the thing. But I have been thinking about it for about five years, so it's just when the right time is to actually release the ideas."

in 'draw my life: part 2' (august 2019), he said: "maybe for the next secret big project, it's time for Philly to think about the big dreams he's always had! [...] What I've always dreamed of doing is writing stories and directing films to take what's in my mind and share it with the world on your screen, maybe even a bigger screen. Now remember the rule of secret projects! Who knows what's going on and if it'll ever be real, but let's just say some writing is happening."

in the TalentWorks podcast from vidcon london (february 2020) at about 29:35 (spotify link | acast link), he said: "I think I've reached a point where I'm ready to sink my teeth into a new big project [...] I'm ready to do something new that's also very Phil and very my own thing, so I've been looking into- I'm really obsessed with interactivity. I think there's been a big boom of it since Bandersnatch [...]. I already pitched one interactive thing which didn't work out, but I got a lot of other ideas that I'm thinking of."

and in one of the stereo shows, dnp also confirmed that they tried pitching an interactive show to netflix but it fell through cause of covid ! and there was this insta story of dan being in LA in january 2020, which aligns with the timeline mentioned in the podcast. a transcription of that stereo moment is here

so it was never confirmed whether the glitch hoodie was actually supposed to be smth greater or if it was just a fun merch idea, but it was a common fan theory that glitch was supposed to be one of phil's projects!

and i think one of the most notable theories that supported the glitch concept was that a couple weeks after the merch release, phil tweeted this:

bc the suspicious thing is that it's nearly identical to smth he tweeted 4 years prior on literally the same day and almost the same exact time ! so we’d joke about how it was like a glitch (!!) in the simulation and he even responded to a tweet about it. and he also talks about it in this liveshow (at 24:39), where he just jokes about how he's living in the matrix

so yea! tldr: glitch is just one theory about what (one of) phil's secret projects is <3

#but then again he didn't say anything about his nose twitching on dec 3 2023 so does that kill the theory. #the answer is no i still choose to believe #and after compiling all these quotes like. maybe i will make a 'phil secret projects' gifset one day <3 #also me re-listening to the whole podcast again just to find where he talked about ~secret projects~ and the podcast was so lovelyyy ;-; #like the way he speaks 🤌🤌

[lemongogo]

what's your process for coloring like? the look of that elendira is so textured and interesting, i can't figure out how you do it

AA THANK YOUU ^__^ !! textures & brushwork are my favorite things abt my art, so im happy you find it interesting hehe . its SOO cool to look at & so much fun to draw imo

i prefer to color by building in layers , if that makes sense 🤔!! hundreds of them !! such that i'm always drawing on Top of previous layers, working from big & messy blocks of color to, eventually, small and refined blocks of color until it feels processed enough. as a result, i rarely ever erase (!!) and i rarely ever draw lineart aside from the initial sketch

a rough, patchy textured brush is key here, as it'll give you dimension and variability w/ your colors. i recommend "Brush and various sets of fountain pen style (万年筆風ブラシと色々セット)" on Clip Studio (ID: 1679706) !! :3

im terrible with explanations though, so i'm going to show a step by step of that elendira drawing if you dont mind :3

sketch layer !! because i mostly render through color alone, i try to make this as close to the finished thing as possible . ^__^ i hateee drawing the same thing over and over and like the expressivity and movement of my sketches anyways , so the more i can preserve at this step, the better. if u were to look at a side by side of my sketches and finished pieces, youd notice a lot of those og lines are present in the final drawing :3

2. flats !! pretty self explanatory, but the solid background gives me an idea of where the figure begins & ends while the colors themselves help distinguish whats what . i stick to ambient lighting @ this point because im usually not sure what i want to do with the overall palette or lighting yet . having two tones (ex, dark and light in her hair or dark and light on her skin) can also help in identifying key features early on that u wanna preserve. as you build layer by layer, sometimes these areas will remain untouched and i think it makes for a rly lovely feel at the end

3. start blocking !!! to be totally honest with you, i dont really know what i do here HAHAHA. like i just scribble the shit out of it, usually focusing on what i might want to do with lighting (ex: grey areas to accentuate folds in her costume). i think i like to start "erasing" the sketch where possible by coloring on top of it .. like if you look at her hat or her arm , you can tell i'm starting to get a sense of the shapes i like vs the ones i dont. it's at this point that the final image starts to emerge in my mind , like im gradually pulling her from a tarpit of scribbles until shes recognizable lol. chipping away at the marble until i can free her. tbh.

4. keep blockingg...when u think u are done , block some more . as you can probably see, the brushwork becomes more intentional as i add more shape, with specific focus on line weight. this is also where the patchiness of that textured brush comes in - notice how none of the colors seem totally uniform (ex: the red cross or the original sketchlines for her waist). you can see bits and pieces of the layers underneath pushing through and i really like that !! ^__^ its very fun and sketchy to me, so i try to keep them around. those areas are also great to colorpick from, because it'll give you "new" colors to work w/ that are already part of your palette.

5. GRADIENTS & GRADIENT MAPS !! TONE CURVE !! COLOR PICKER !! this is the best stage tbh. flatten your image so its all on one layer and just go crazy with all the color settings in ur program. add gradient layers and set them to darken, or overlay, or subtract, orrr. lighten or dodge glow or divide or soft/hard light.! OR!! edit the hue, saturation, luminosity and contrast.and then color pick from these edits, block even more on top of ur image, flatten, color edit again, etc. etc. until u feel satisfied.

ANYWAYSS . i hope that makes sense @__@ sry i wrote this out and deleted it like 23 times trying to make it make More sense but thats what ive got HAHA i hope its useful though :3 !

#SRY I STRUGGLED 2 EXPLAIN THIS #dude its like my brain bcomes stuffed w/ cotton anytime i try 2 write #i hope it makes sense tho.. #it also probably sounds so redundant to make new layer one after the other for just a few brushstrokes #but those brushes i linked have a multiply property so if you draw on top of prev lines they'll create dark patches #and so if im working over a large area ill generally need like . 5 layers each with one brushstroke :sob: if that makes sense #this one had . 84 i think. total. layers i mean. the merylvash one had 300+ HAHAH so it rly depends #like YEAAH i could just use a normal brush but i really like the way this looks #andd sometimes the multiply function works really well or will give me the proper shadow tone im looking for #anywas.wanywaysn anyways #asktag #anonymous #long post

[wehaveimagineshere]

Hmmmmmm. Noticed no one has requested some Carlos smut yet and that last fic gave me an idea. How about a fic where the two "break in their new bed" for the first time. afab if you need specifics. Happy writing!

(Also idk if this will be an issue but could you avoid the topic of degradation? It's a bit of a trigger for me. Just wanna make sure cuz sometimes people add it in when I don't specify. Thanks.)

Thank you for being my first Carlos smut request <3 I've been so excited to write this, you have no idea.

Of course! Honestly, I'm not much of a fan of degradation myself. Besides, I think Carlos has a huge praise kink and wouldn't even think about degrading unless it was something his s/o was into. Thank you for specifying and making sure (: I always want to write something that makes the requestor happy, so I never want to make you uncomfortable. The more specifics, the better!

~*~*~

A new place always came with an undercurrent of excitement. Finding where each little nick knack belongs, decorating just the right way to scratch that long time itch, learning more about the person you're with by seeing how they unpack with you.

It was always a lot of work, but by the end of the day, seeing all the new placements and knowing everything is yours can't be beat.

"Look at it," you hear Carlos from the bedroom as you peek your head in. Hands on hips, you find his eyes surveying the bed.

"Look at...the bed?" you ask, lips pulling up.

"Yeah, look at it. It's so...neat."

"....Yeeaahh?"

"We can't have a neat bed."

"....Wwhhyyyy?"

"Because you and me don't do neat beds." He smiles at the utterly confused look you give him. "We need to break it in."

"Break in a bed?"

"Yeah. You. Me. Naked. On this bed. Having the hottest sex of our lives."

Your eyebrows raise as you give the bed another, different appraisal, and the heat in your eyes as you shift your gaze back to your husband makes him smirk. Giving a dramatic sigh, you lean against the doorframe. "I really wanted to get the kitchen all unpacked before the day was over though."

He takes a step toward you. "Did you?"

Looking at your nails in faux attention, you sigh again. "It might take all night."

You hear him chuckle, then feel his hands glide down your sides to rest on your hips. "You need to take a break at some point." His fingers find the edge of your shirt and push up, fingertips grazing your skin.

"Breaks are important." Abandoning your nails, you wrap your arms around his neck and plant a kiss to his jaw. "What did you have in mind?"

Warm hands trail up your sides and spine, tugging your shirt up with them. "You, me, and this bed." Before you can respond, he steals your lips with your own, diving his tongue into your mouth almost desperately.

You immediately draw closer, pressing your body up against his, returning the kiss with equal fervor. He breaks apart only to shuck your shirt off, hands immediately going back to trailing fire across your skin as your own fingers find their way into his hair.

His kisses are always intoxicating, and by the time your knees hit the edge of the bed, you've lost your pants and he's lost his shirt. As your back hits the brand new comforter, his lips find your collarbone, trailing down your sternum, find a nipple and suck it in, teeth biting down just enough to smart.

Your back arches without your consent, flames licking down your veins as his tongue flicks across your nipple before moving to the next, a stray hand stroking gently down your stomach and along the edges of your panties.

You're squirming by the time his lips abandon your chest and move lower, that incessant hand still stroking, teasing. It's not until his lips graze your panties that that hand hooks and takes the fabric down your thighs, bearing you to the tongue that quickly slides between your folds.

Hands grip the comforter as your breath hitches, and you can feel Carlos' smile against your skin as he licks you again, and again, gripping your thighs to keep you still. He keeps a slow, agonizing pace, pressure almost a whisper, and you love and hate that he's pressing your hips down to prevent the friction you so crave.

When your nerves are wired and anticipation drips between your legs Carlos finally leans back, quickly chucking the rest of his clothes to the floor and slides up, positioning himself at your entrance as he kisses you, your taste flooding your mouth.

"Ready sweetheart?" he asks, voice husky, and all you can do is nod.

He goes slow, giving you time to adjust as he slides in. Your hands grip his shoulders as he fills you, stretches you, the fire turning to molten lava when he makes it to the hilt and slides out. A nod from you tells him you're okay, and that's when he really moves.

Not too fast, not too slow, he finds just the perfect rhythm to get you a squirming, sweating mess. Breathing becomes an afterthought as his thumb pressing against your clit and all you can feel is him, the pressure, the movement, the friction, and you know he's driving you the climax when your stomach tightens.

"Look at you," you hear him breathe, thumb rubbing circles over your swollen clit.

"Carlos," you nearly beg, language slipping from your mind and tongue like sand.

"I know, baby. Cum for me."

So you do.

It slams into your hard and fast, wiping your vision into white as you arch back and cry out, nerves fraying and snapping as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into you.

"I've got you," you hear him beside your ear, not knowing when he'd wrapped his arms around you. "I've got you." Kisses pepper your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw. "I've got you."

Finally you can take a breath, the stars in your vision fizzing out. Carlos brings your head to his chest, his heartbeat loud and fast. "Give us both a couple minutes and we can keep going."

A chuckle escapes as you lean over and give his cheek a kiss, a hand already gliding down his stomach. "You think you get a rest, big guy?"

The smile he gives you is absolutely wicked.

#resident evil #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira/reader #carlos oliveira x reader #smut

[karereiko]

Lianne Holmes’ story.

After like 3 years of drawing break I was kinda pushed by myself to draw something for sherliam because of “party” surrounding twitter post about “Lianne Holmes” (it was very funny) and it gave me idea for this short comic.

Mycroft really cares for Sherlock safety and helps their relationship as much as he can, but Sherliam still needs to be quite careful since law and social problems with male-male relationship in those times. No one want for them both to need run away from the country as criminals again.

And 5th page idea came to me a little later. Now I have a headcannon that Albert and Louis knows everything about those 3 years of William and Sherlock live in America because of Billy. They just gave him fruits, sat down and Billy just tells everyone how much Ponytail-senpai and Will love each other and what they did.

I did it mostly with my pencil as I’m very unsure about drawing digitally again after so long break and for sure it would took me a lot more time than with traditional art. I didn’t want this silly thing to take me like forever to do :D. It was fun to do, I only wish the end game after scanning was looking as good as original on the paper. I feel like it lost a lot of charm after I scanned it and pencil text panels looked awful so I re-added them digitally in the end.

Sherlock hair and face was a nightmare to draw. I can’t translate him in my brain to draw him down. I will need to redraw some manga panels with him in order to study, maybe in next short stories I have in my mind he will look better. It will probably take a moment to draw those other comic ideas since for now I wanna write some fanfiction idea I got for Sherliam week first. My felted figure of Sherlock doesn’t even have head finished yet and I wanna finish editing manga panels for amvs and start to make one. At least there is still progress in everything so I will finish those projects all soon or later. 

I hope text is fine too, English is not my first language and I’m always anxious about stuff like that. If there are some mistakes, I’m sorry.

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sherliam #william james moriarty #Sherlock Holmes #mtp #yuumori #albert james moriarty #louis moriarty #billy the kid

[momotonescreaming]

❤️ for starbara

I had so much fun writing starbara again, you have no idea. So thank you anon, this one is just for you 💜

Prompt: ❤️ first kiss / realization

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Barb never thought she’d one of those girls. The type of girl others were jealous of. The girls who attracted the popular guys. Boys who invited girls out to the movies, or to a party, or walked through the halls of Hawkins High with girls on their arm. Who’d wave at girls in the halls and smile as they passed. Barb always figured she’d coast through high school single, go off to college, and then date an equally nerdy boy who thought she was just kind of cute.

But here she was, with a note from Steve Harrington in her locker. Written in blue marker on lined paper, signed with a heart.

Meet me under the bleachers - Steve ❤️

So she went. She had the time, and Steve was waiting. It was like he had memorised her schedule or something, picking the perfect moment to slip it into her locker. Right when he knew she had time before her next class. She wasn’t the type to skip class, not for a boy — but if she had free time anyway…

It wasn’t against the rules, what she was doing. She wasn’t skipping class, but Barb felt her heart beat faster all the same. Apparently, she was the type of girl who snuck out of school to go and see the boy who’d been flirting with her in the halls. Barb was the type of girl Steve Harrington wanted. And she wanted him back. So she ignored her steadily racing pulse, her sweaty palms, and focused on the thought of Steve.

Ducking down around the back of the bleachers, it was secluded, shaded from the sun. The perfect place to go where no teachers would see them. And Steve invited her there. The dirt crunches underneath her shoes, and Steve looks up as soon as he hears her. Posture straightening up from where he’d been slouching on one of the posts, waiting for her arrival. Giving her his full attention, smiling the second he locks eyes with her.

It’s like her heart eases in his presence, calming her — before it traitorously speeds up again. He’s so handsome, in his well fitting polo and jeans, with hair that looks soft enough to touch. With the way he seems to melt in her presence, the mask fading away. King Steve fading into the background as it reveals the goofy guy he really is.

“Hey you,” he says, pushing off the post and making his way over to her. ”You came.”

“You invited me,” she teases back, not holding back her own smile as she moves further under the bleachers, almost closing the distance between them. They’re so close now their shoes are almost touching. Close enough for her to reach out and grab, close enough to smell him. His musk, his shampoo, the cologne he puts on in the morning.

“I did, yeah,” he says, smiling and biting his lip. He looks almost as giddy as she feels, her heart speeding up even more.

“Couldn’t get enough?” She teases, flirts, even though she’s not quite sure how. Barb’s never had to flirt with anyone before. But it appears to be working, as Steve laughs. She watches the bob of his throat, feels the exhale of air on her face.

“That obvious?” He asks, ducking his head. Almost shy, coy.

Barb giggles, the sound bubbling up her throat, light and airy. She feels positively girly. She loves it. “I didn’t say it was bad.”

“Well good,” Steve says, reaching out a hand to gently take hers in his. Calloused fingertips brushing along hers, before holding them tight. Anchoring them together. “Because I missed you.”

“Oh yeah?” She flirts, cheeks flushing, finding herself leaning in towards Steve. Drawing her in like a magnet, face tilted up to hers. The pair of them moving slowly, softly, and yet perfectly in sync. Squeezes his hand, ignores the temptation to grab on tight and tug. Pulling him in towards her, their bodies pressed together.

“Yeah. Wanna know something else?” He says, voice dropping slightly as he looks down at her. Lets his gaze drop down to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. The flush on her cheeks deepen, a burning red, she can feel it radiating between them.

“Yeah?” She repeats.

“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?” Barb inhales, sharp, air cool against the tightening of her throat. They haven’t kissed before. Haven’t even named this thing growing between them. Her all encompassing crush. Steve’s eyes soften, concerned, squeezing her hands gently. He’s got a reputation, sure, but Barb knows Steve. He isn’t going to push.

“More than okay,” she exhales, words tumbling out her mouth, falling off her tongue.

He doesn’t let go of her hand, and she’s grateful for it. Squeezes tighter, feels his thick hand in hers, warm and comforting. Brings his other hand up to her face, cradles her jaw, and Barb doesn’t think she’s ever felt a touch that tender. He tilts her head, just slightly, brushing across her cheek with his thumb.

She lets her eyes flutter shut, brings her own hand up to his waist, and then they’re kissing. Their first kiss.  She doesn’t think she’s ever going to forget it. He’s gentle with her, lips sliding against lips, moving soft and sweet. Holding her in his arms, keeping her close, Barb holding back.

Steve slowly pulls away, almost entirely too soon, and Barb finds herself chasing his lips with hers. Tilting herself back towards him. Eyes fluttering open, she looks over at Steve to find him looking back. Biting his lip and smiling.

Barb tries not to giggle, giddy and happy and desperately wanting to be kissed again.

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[1galaxia369]

PISCES RISING ♓️

I'm seeing that you guys are dealing with stressful relationships. It seems to be a lover or someone you have close relationship with. Whoever it is I'm getting that they are deceiving you, I'm so sorry. You just have such a pure heart, in a world full of selfish people that makes you a target. You are wealth to a person that has nothing. I'm getting that this entity has been watching you grow and evolve into a beautiful person and they do not like that AT ALL. They want you to be the docile background character, they want you to feed them and not feed yourself, they want you to take care of them and not take care of yourself. These people are narcissists and they have the audacity to demand you to give your life energy over to them. I'm not sure if you are aware of this yet but if you are, you might have tried putting your foot down with them or setting some boundaries and they trampled all over it and disregarded what you said now you’re confused on how to proceed. Furthermore, you might have tried talking to them and expressing how feel and how their behaviors affect you but they never listen, they might just say what you wanna hear and proceed to mistreat you. I'm also getting bully energy, intimidation, someone who gets aggressive or has an attitude anytime you don't do what they want. Anytime your opinion varies from theirs, they get nasty and messy and you do not deserve that at all. They talk about you behind your back and I know you don't trust them with your secrets, you prolly heard it back from someone else or this person throws it back in your face whenever you guys have a conflict. This person wants you under their foot. They want to destroy you because as long as you are around they can never be top dog, they can see your greatness and they are trying to convince you that it isn't there. It doesn't matter if this is your significant other either they will do the same thing,as a matter of fact, they will beat you down worse. Spirit is asking you to do some soul searching, start reviewing everyone you have in your life:

Do they make you happy? Do they make you feel confident and beautiful? Do they support your ideas and dreams? Do they say little things to hurt your feelings? Do you feel like this person always wants to put you in your place or humble you? Can you talk about anything without judgement? Do they even show up for you as much as you show up for them??

Baby the universe wants you out of that situation--NOW. The red flags been there, the messy behaviors been there, the suspicions been there. You know what's up, if you need to journal out all your feelings you need to, a release is needed. Go talk to someone who always been there to listen, that you can vent to, talk it out, release it, cry it out. Then you show up and stand on business, we're not repeating cycles around here. You have to choose to walk away from hating ass people and I'm just being real. These people or that person really has you feeling low and depressed, you're reaching your breaking point. Cut out anything that isn't serving you, put some distance, set boundaries and STAND ON THEM, who cares if they want to argue, never waiver when you make a decision for yourself. Self love is sticking to what you said you were going to do for the betterment of YOU.

I see your cries for help being answered. There's new love coming or maybe it's been trying to come in for a while now but there's so much chaos in your relationship life. All your relationships need to go under review, you need to make space for love, for people who love you for you and aren't using you as a energy conduit and a punching bag. Your support team is coming, that love and adoration is coming for you. No more alienation and disgrace, you don't deserve that at all, your such a beautiful soul. Magic and harmony oozes from you and it draws people in, be careful with your magical energy, not everyone deserves it. Some of you are being called to use that energy and put it towards your creative projects, you have a lot things you've been working on quietly. I understand why you would want to keep it a secret, you were smart to do this. When your intuition tells you things you gotta listen to it, imagine sharing your most desired dreams with people who are envious and lowkey hate you. It's time to start spending some alone, focused on the art, focused on the projects you want complete, what's that idea you been playing around with? Revisit that.

I see a lot of confusion and fear within you, this confusion comes in to play with your dreams and goals. There's a lot you want to do but you can't see how that will happen, or you don't think it will work. So many fantasies about doing all these different things but you don't think you can do them. What you don't understand is that these desires aren't there for no reason, that's your true soul peaking through showing you your true desires and life's purpose. So many things your keeping to yourself and so many thoughts and ideas rustling through your head. So much potential to fulfill these things, if only you believed. You need to do a big clearing, you can't heal this with negative people around you. That's all the universe is waiting for you to do in order for your new life to start, the life where you finally chase your dreams and actually gain success. I wish you all the luck in the world, you deserve this. Please take the time to cleanse and remove what's blocking you, blocking your light, keeping you stagnant, it's time for a fresh start.

I recommend you start journaling for feelings and review it, sometimes you have to look at things from a different POV to see what's really going on. Spending time alone in nature or around water will be good, water is good for cleansing old energies. Work with Pyrite, Carnelian, Citrine, Obsidian, Rose quartz,Hematite, Amethyst.

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