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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Mark Em’ Up

Warnings: Sexual content, NSFW, Minors GTFO

A/N: Listen, inspiration struck. Eddie’s got a good neck, we all wanna bite it, just admit it.

He’s just sitting there, stretched out on his couch like a gangly cat. Head resting on his fist, elbow propped on the arm of the couch and you standing still at the edge of the carpet. Between getting up to grab a drink and turning around the sun has shifted, the earth has turned, and Eddie has tilted his head a fraction more to the side and that pale expanse is a siren song.

You’ve kissed him there before, so many times in fact. Had a nibble or two sure, but this angle on this afternoon with this lighting and whatever you two were doing before is coalescing into a fervor. Never before have you felt the need to sink your teeth into him like the sweetest treat you’ve ever seen. Oh you know he’d love it too, would probably yelp and squeal a little while you grazed your teeth along that tendon. Ran your tongue up the rest of the way to his ear to give that a bite too. Really you want to set your lips from his collar to the nape of his neck, marking him up an down like a map of the Andes. Red and purple ridges like lay lines of your obsession with him.

Maybe it’s your heavy breathing or the fact that you’ve been hovering like a horny poltergeist for a second too long but Eddie turns to look at you.

“You okay?” He asks, frown forming on his face. The turn of his head creases that pillar of throat you’ve been eyeing and you huff. Setting your can down on the counter to free your hands up so you can snatch his collar when you get to the couch. Determination set in your features while Eddie tries to scramble away from you. “What the fu-uuck.” He strangles out when you snatch him, climbing over his bent knees to straddle his hip. He’s still sideways under you but that’s where you intend to keep him so you can get at his stupid neck taunting you. “If you wanted to fool around you just gotta say sooo-“ He pulls the syllables out when you descend, lips eager to suck at his skin, teeth aching to sink in softly and mark. Normally it’s him leaving you with little love bites. Some hidden, others left on the edge of your jaw or just along the collar of your shirt, a reminder for you and a notice for others, ‘hands off’. You’d refrained from leaving any on him, mostly because the urge never struck you like this before but also to save him from any ribbing he’d receive at the shop. Now though you’d gladly send him out into the world, baring your fine artwork up and down his throat. “Baby.” He whines (actually whines) and you can feel the vibration of his neediness along your lips. You’re still clutching his shirt in your hands, holding him in place under you but now he’s clutching your hands, fingers grasping at your fist, breath coming out in little gasps. You can’t get enough of this, laving your tongue up to his earlobe, biting down gently and pulling another little whimper out of him. His eyes are squeezed shut, teeth worrying at his bottom lip, little puffs of air from his nose making his hair dance around his face. You do exactly what you had intended to do and start behind his ear, lips stuck to the tender skin there, sucking it between your teeth to pull that color in. You don’t even lift up, just slide your mouth down leaving a wet trail of spit in your wake. Leaving him wet and purple and red under your lips. Your knee is tight against him and you can feel him getting hard against your thigh, can feel him trying to wriggle out (or maybe further) into your touch. You won’t deny him anything today, but you came over to this couch with a single motivation and you aren’t leaving until the job is done. He tastes clean and vaguely salty, the warmer weather making him sweat so soon out of his after work shower. You can smell his shampoo, the coconut one you bought him that he secretly really likes, and the lingering smoke from his cigarette. It closes in around you, swirls together with the homey smell of the trailer and you get lost in your work. Eddie is slowly going insane, whining and gripping your arm, his hands searching for something he can wind his fingers into. Your hair is pulled back in a clip, away from his fingers so he settles on bunching your shirt in his fist and trying to grind into your leg. He tries to say something and stutters when you bite down a little harder, rolling the skin between your teeth before soothing the burn with the flat of your tongue. You shush him anyways and move one hand off of his collar to grip his jaw and push it up slightly, shifting his face up and away. The line of hickeys trailing from his ear is varied, little burst of darker red where you’d gotten a little ahead of your self and sucked a little too hard.

“Honey please.” He begs (actually begs). You can feel him tense under you, can feel his jaw working where it’s cupped in your hand. You leave another line of marks to meet up with the first and finally detach yourself to look at your handiwork. Running a finger down that tendon makes it flex under your touch, his mouth falling open to gasp when you run your nail lightly over his skin. There’s too much space here, too much pale you want to mark up. It’d take you all afternoon, you’re sure of it, to get it as decorated as you like but you’ll take it for now. You lean down one last time to suck hard at the hollow of his throat, feeling the vibrations of him groaning against your mouth. With a wet pop you let him go and finally sit all the way up, wiping your face where you’ve smeared spit over your cheek.

He looks wrecked, red faced, neck flushed and marked. His chest rising and falling rapidly and his hands flex where they’re still wrapped around your forearm now resting on his stomach. He turns his head slightly to look up at you, eyes dark and heavy. You can see the shine of wetness on his neck where the sun catches it and you grin.

“What the fuck?” He’s breathless.

“Sorry, you just looked so tasty.” You sound so satisfied. Thighs still squeezing him tight you can feel how hard he is and you wonder just how he’ll exact his revenge. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll stay pliant and whiney, stay under you on this couch and let you leave a longer trail of marks down his chest. Down his stomach. Down his thighs.

He turns under you to face up, finally releases your arm to run his palm over his neck and makes a face when he feels the heat and the wet. “Oh you really went to town didn’t you?”

“Mhm.” Still satisfied but now you can plant your hands on his chest and hold him down, watch his eyes grow big and shining when he looks up at you in complete adoration. “I just wanted to make a little statement. Thought you’d wear it well.” You run your finger lightly against his throat, right over that last hickey you left. Under your palms his heart beats faster and you feel that swoop of warmth in your chest, reserved only for him. “If you want, I can leave a few more around.” You tilt your head and glance down his chest, his hands running up and down your thighs in anticipation.

He spends the afternoon becoming your own personal canvas and when he goes to work the next morning, coveralls tied around his waist it’s Jeff who notices first. Flicks the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt and gives him a shit eating grin.

“Did she at least by you dinner first?”

“I think I was dinner.”

(Sacrifice for the readmore)

#Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fic #my work #my fic

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!! AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king

iwaizumi:

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off

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gay-opossum-in-the-garbage · 1 year

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DoeBall

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Summary: You don’t recognize Doe in his true form at first

Warning(s): Mentions of obsessive behaviors, not proof read

Pairing: GN Reader X John Doe/Can also be read as You X John Doe

Perspective: 2nd person past tense

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You had been cleaning for god knows how long. You wished that you could just lay in bed all day with your day off, but with how dirty your love was and how small the apartment was, it was a necessary evil.

Speaking of your love, he had been gone for a while now.

He was constantly wracked with anxiety when you left the house to buy groceries without him because of how dangerous the Valley was (and his general clinginess) so he insisted on doing the grocery run while you cleaned the apartment.

And you were perfectly fine with that, sure you loved him but his obsessiveness got a bit tiring at times. It was nice to spend a little time alone.

But it was a tad bit odd that he had been gone for so long. You checked the digital clock on the counter.

6:64 pm

He had left 3 hours ago. Usually he only took around an hour to do groceries since he only needed to visit one general store. That combined with the fact it was raining heavily outside made your stomach twist just a bit. You sighed and decided to focus on cleaning for now.

He’s fine. He’ll be fine.

No matter how many times you swept there was just more and more dust. You made another dust pile and sat on one knee, struggling to sweep the dust into the dust pan with the strange angle. Trying to maneuver the broom with just one hand was straining your wrist.

You sat there for what felt like 30 minutes just sweeping up the little lines that the pile made. You had finally whittled it down to one little line, and you finally breathed a sigh of relief as you swept it into the dustpan. You stood up and looked down at the floor.

There was still another line of dust.

You breathed a long frustrated sigh and slapped the dustpan on the kitchen island. You were going to put the broom away when you heard something from the living room.

*CRASH*

You jumped and tightly gripped the broom, eyes wide staring at the closed door separating the kitchen and living room.

You silently listened for any other sound, staying stone still.

You breathed in and out deeply and consistently, slowly creeping towards the oak door. You gripped the cold door handle, the cold contrasting your sweaty palms.

You breathed in and flung the door open charging head first into your small living room.

You let go of your breath and felt your shoulder relax a bit as your stared confused at the scene in front of you.

A big 2 foot ball of wet, black, curly hair with a big, yellow eyeball in its center was standing (well it didn’t really have legs, sitting?) in the middle of the room. It simply stared at you, looking shell-shocked.

It suddenly pounced at you at lightning speed. You let out a quick but loud yelp and smacked the broom down in front of you, missing the hairball by just a few inches.

“Get! Get back!” You said assertively as you threatened the creature with the red handled broom. It whimpered like a dog and jumped away like a cat being scared by a cucumber.

You pushed it back towards the door and cornered it against the couch.

With your newfound control over the situation you finally fully relaxed and actually looked at the thing. The more you looked at it, the more it looked… familiar.

“Doe!?” You dropped your broom and found your hands on the sides of your head, holding your hair, “what the hell happened!?”

You reached down and scooped up the big ball of hair, which you now knew was your lover, and held him at eye level while you spoke.

He had talked about his “true form” but you had never actually seen it before.

You had no idea his hair was his actual form.

He swung his tendril-like strands of hair around like arms, making chirps and other animalistic noises like he was trying to explain something to you.

You cocked your head to the side. He stopped suddenly and wrapped himself around your right arm, small whines coming from him.

You sighed and petted him while you grabbed a soft towel from the kitchen. You put the towel on his back and flipped him onto the towel like you were getting a cake out of a pan.

You fully wrapped him in the towel, making sure to leave his eyeball exposed. You held him close to your chest, the warmth of your body cutting through the cold of his wet one.

You sat down on your soft couch, him purring softly in your arms. He wrapped some tendrils around your neck, pulling you closer and purring even louder.

It was nice just cuddling like this, but you felt awful for attacking him and extremely confused why he hadn’t shapeshifted back yet.

“Hey baby?”

The little hairball look up at you, a little heart replacing his pupil. Well at least you knew he wasn’t mad at you.

“I’m sorry for threatening you, I thought you were some feral cat that broke in or something,” he let out a strange little noise that resembled a laugh, you smiled and continued, “and I love cuddling you like this, but why haven’t you shapeshifted back yet?”

He looked at you for a couple of seconds, pupil back to normal. He jumped out of your arms and and started walking towards the door of your shared bedroom, scratching at it like a cat.

You sat up and let him in, where he immediately started rummaging through his drawer. You shared a dresser, the top two being yours and the bottom being his.

He rummaged through the drawer for a few seconds before pulling out a mason jar with teeth and clothing scraps. He shook it, the contents shaking around. You looked into the drawer to see similar containers, with some being filled with…well you didn’t want to know. You swore one blinked at you.

“And you showed me this…why?” You questioned.

He untwisted the jar and started eating the contents right in front of you. A mouth that reminded you of a leech’s opened at the base of his eyeball and a long snake-like tongue wrapped around the contents in the jar.

You knew he ate teeth and you found some bite marks in your old clothes, but seeing him do it right in front of you and in this fashion was, well disturbing to say the least.

Finally he was done with his feast and shooed for you to the leave the room. After what you just saw you were perfectly fine with that. You closed the door, but pressed your face against the door.

There were strange fleshy noises for a couple of seconds. He opened the door, causing you to fall into his arms. He giggled and patted you on the head.

You looked up at him with a smile and cupped his face in your hands and warmly kissed him.

You pulled away and put a hand in his lips so he wouldn’t go in for another kiss.

“Okay, explain”

“I need materials for my faux body before I can fully shapeshift back. That’s what my snacks are for”

He giggled a little near the end with a big goofy smile on his face.

“And about the groceries?”

“It started raining, my fake body can’t handle water. I lost them darling, I’m sorry”

He nuzzled into your neck and you could feel him frown.

“That’s okay hun, we can just order some”

You could feel him start to smile softly after that.

“Oh, and I forgive you my love~”

He talked into your neck, softly purring and pulling you closer.

“You sure forgive quickly honey”

“How could I not!? You’re the love of my life! I love love love you! I could never be mad~”

You still felt a bit bad, but for now you just held him close, loving the warmth of his body. You stroked your fingers though his still slightly damp hair and kissed him on the neck softly.

He grabbed you by the small of your back and lifted you up, swinging you around and holding you bridal style, lovingly kissing you on the neck. He closed the door of your bedroom behind him and plopped you on the bed.

He wrapped a soft blanket around the both of you and held you tight to his chest, stroking you on the back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your head under his.

You knew you still had to clean, the house was still quite dirty.

But.

This was more important.

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#john doe #john doe game #john doe x you #john doe x reader #fanfic #house hunted game #bad fanfiction

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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf · 14 days

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Gem let out a low groan as she stretched her arms over her head, wincing at the distinct POP of her back shifting back into place. She’d had a long day in her shop- some tourists passing through looking to try some local cuisine had sapped most of her energy for customer service work. Why they hadn’t decided to stop by Impulse’s soup stall instead of her dreary fish market, she had no idea. She was thankful for the business, at least.

The fishmonger made sure to flip the sign in the window from Open to Closed before she clicked the lights off and made her way out the door. She only had to jingle with her keys for a moment before she heard the familiar click of the lock, turning to head off. She was already dreaming of a warm meal and a relaxing bath to soothe her aching muscles as she headed back. She’s gonna be sleeping hard tonight.

The walk home was as it usually was, and thankfully not very far either. Both the lighthouse and the fish market were passed down through the family, as well as the house, so it would only make sense they would all be in about a ten minute walk from each other.

As she listened to the rhythmic tapping of her boots against the docks, her mind wandered to a certain man across the river. She could see the dim light of his lantern flickering in the distance, and she wondered how long he’d been up. She could swear she’d seen it lit in the middle of the night yesterday. Had he been up since then? Maybe she should check up on him. She made up her mind, changing course to head down the beach and through the underwater tunnel between her and Scar’s.

Grian was in the same spot as he had been for about a week now. He’d even thrown together a small fishing dock, which she gladly allowed. Who’d turn down more areas for boat traffic? She noted the barrels filled to the brim with fish and other trinkets pulled from the water behind him, as well as a couple piles of random items he probably put there to sort through. All in all, the area looked like a mess. Gem hoped he’d get around to cleaning up soon.

Grian was still in his usual spot on the edge of the dock, already having his rod cast out. Or… rods? From where she was, Gem could see two lines stretched out into the water. Was he using two fishing rods?

“Why do you have two?” She questioned the man as she stepped onto the wooden platform behind him.

He doesn’t flinch, even though he should have had no idea she was there. “Can you see- you see it?” He asked in disbelief as he turned his head to face her. His face was painted with the same confusion she was sure hers displayed as well.

At this angle, she could clearly see that, no, he wasn’t using two rods- his line had split. “Why do you have two?” She reiterated, shouting. Gem continued, too shocked to lower her volume. “With one rod- that should be impossible!”

“You see it too? Okay, it’s not just me,” Grian chuckled as if nothing was wrong, turning back to the water. “Almost thought I was going mad!” He barked out, sounding more like an inside joke between him and himself.

Gem ignored his words, rambling on, “They’re both bobbing, they’re- they’re both catching fish?” She yelled in disbelief as she watched him reel in two fish at a time. He frowned at his catch, unhooking the wriggling creatures and placing them in the rapidly-filling barrel beside him. “You gotta take a break,” she urged, genuine concern dripping from her voice as she crouched next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. This has to be some kind of unhealthy obsession.

“No- I’m never- I’m never leaving,” he stuttered out (most likely from the sleep deprivation, she would guess) as he grinned smugly.

“How are you even using them?” She interrogated, eyeing the lines’ unsynchronized bobbing.

Grian hummed, as if he’d never considered it. “I’m not quite sure I understand it, either, but I don’t wanna question it,” he giggled highly, which didn’t quell Gem’s concerns.

Footsteps coming up next to them interrupted the two. Gem glanced in their direction to see Etho on their way over. She assumed they’d stopped by her house, deciding to look around after not finding her at home.

“Do you see this, Etho?” She asked as she watched them approach, checking for confirmation that both her and Grian weren’t crazy.

“Why does he have two?” They point at the rod, head tilting like a dog.

“I’m so good at fishing,” is Grian’s only answer.

“Oh, I gotta know how you did this,” they laughed, their voice filled with speculation at the sight in front of them. Gem’s almost certain they think this is some kind of ruse.

“I don’t know how I did this!” Grian shouted defensively. “I dozed off and when I came back to, the line was like this!”

Gem and Etho look at each other. They raise an eyebrow and Gem only shrugs, no answer to be given. “Well, we’re not leaving until we figure this out,” she announces, stepping over and pulling a fishing rod from one of the piles where Grian had at least attempted to sort his loot.

“Same here,” Etho chuckles, joining her in grabbing their own.

Surprisingly, Grian doesn’t protest as they join him. Gem wonders if it’s sleep deprivation again.

After a bit of silence, Etho pipes up. “So, what kind of good stuff have you gotten?” They hum, eyeing the small piles Grian had built up over time.

“Go check it out,” the fisherman waves them over to the heaps. Etho takes the offer immediately, standing up to go pry through his barrels, ever the nosy bastard.

“Ooh, nice,” they soon comment, pulling out a stunning seashell dotted with different shades of green- a turban? She can’t be sure, given her vague memories of the different types of shells. Etho holds it up to the light, spinning it to see its full array of colors.

“Take it,” Grian offers.

“I’m sure Joel would like it,” Gem grins slyly as she watches the tips of Etho’s ears redden, giving away their blush, even under their mask.

“I’m not obsessed,” they retorted, giving away the fact they’re definitely obsessed. “I’ll see if he wants it.” They pocket the shell in their thick green coat, and Gem can practically hear them thinking overly hard about what the new resident of the Mountains would like.

Etho returns to rummaging around. “Gem, you’ve got one thing going for you and Grian took it,” they tease, twisting in a way that looks uncomfortable in order to snicker at the lighthouse keeper’s offended expression.

She scoffs. “Truly,” she snorts at their jab.

As they continue to fish, mostly in silence, people start to crowd around. Etho’d fished up three lily pads at this point, and had started making a quaint path of them across the river- something Gem’s quick to comment on, being as they were skeptical at first. She’s quickly told to stop talking. Even Impulse stopped by to chat, and had gotten sucked in as well.

A familiar boat sailing into sight catches Gem’s attention, distracting her from her bobber and ending up missing a fish. Cleo soon stops in front of the group’s area to stare at them quizzically.

“Ah, another one joins!” Grian grins, waving her over. They don't move.

“What are you doing?” She asks, taking in the sight of four people out fishing as the sun sets over the horizon.

“What does it look like we’re doing?” Grian laughs.

Cleo snickers, rolling their eyes fondly before gearing up to drive away. Gem starts to wave them off before Grian interrupts.

“Nope! Get back here!” The man calls out.

Cleo stops once more and locks eyes with Grian.

“Look down,” he says, rather ominously in Gem’s opinion.

They do as they’re told, looking down at the water that’s started to ripple below them. Right in front of their boat, a fishing rod emerges from the depths, almost as if offering itself to them. She looks back up to Grian, a question in her eyes. Gem follows their lead.

“The sea’s asked you to join us,” he only grins wider.

Cleo pauses for only a moment before shrugging, climbing down the ladder to grab their newly-acquired rod and join the group. They seem to be much less concerned about Grian’s weird ocean-related knowledge than Gem is currently.

Nothing else strange really happens, Gem notes. Grian continues to catch cod, even throwing them in a furnace to cook at some point, filling the air with the familiar scent of seafood. Etho announces their catch of another lily pad to expand their ever-growing path, which Gem promptly makes fun of them for.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I don’t want to stop,” Impulse voices, and Gem notes the hidden confusion laced into his voice. She had to admit, it was a bit addicting. Something deep in her mind urged her to keep going, keep searching. For what, she had no idea. It made her slightly uneasy, if she were to be honest. But another tug on her rod, and she pulled a beautiful shell out of the water, drowning out her thoughts. What was she thinking about again?

Gem was suddenly pulled from her questioning thoughts by the group’s synchronized sound of wonder. She looked over to see what the commotion was about, finding Impulse holding up his rod, a book attached to its hook. The pages are dripping wet and look weathered by the sea. It’s splattered in a strange ooze and its cover seems to glimmer in the dimming sunlight.

Before he can move to retrieve his treasure, Grian is quick to snatch the novel from its place, turning away from everyone to wrench it open and flick through the pages. Gem and Impulse lock gazes, Impulse giving her a confused look which she returns.

A snapping sound shocks everyone from their silence. Grian’s slammed the book shut with little care to its contents. He looks furious.

“Grian?” She inquired cautiously, lowering her rod and moving a hand out to clasp his shoulder. The man jerks out of the way.

“Impulse, you are not welcome here,” he hisses lowly, sending a chill down Gem’s spine. She didn’t think the man was capable of sounding so dangerous.

Impulse perks up in shock. “What?-”

“Get out!” Grian snaps as he shoves the book forcefully into Impulse’s chest, causing everyone to take a step back.

The air is frantic as everyone makes moves to leave. In the blink of an eye, the area had been put back to its original state. As everyone else rushes off, Gem ends up lingering near the dock. She can hear Grian grumbling something under his breath about “getting it whether they like it or not”. She's not sure what that means. She doesn’t dare question it.

Gem approaches Impulse as he walks off, stopping him far out of Grian’s earshot. “What did you get?”

Her friend shrugs, unease in his eyes. “I don't know! It doesn’t mean anything to me- take a look!”

He hands the book over to her, which she takes uneasily. It drips onto her hands. It’s a lot heavier than she expected it to be. She examines the cover- it has no title, no author, no nothing. Not even a summary on the back. It looks beautiful from where it isn’t splotched with black, boasting a thick leather cover and gold bindings. She cracks the first page open.

The pages seem unharmed, with no ink even smudged. She investigates what she assumes to be an author’s note closer, noting that it’s written in a language she doesn’t recognize. It’s not anything she would find around here- or even similar to any alphabet she’d seen before. She quickly returns the book to Impulse, shaking her head in confusion. She doesn’t want to be touching it anymore.

>Previous< | >Next<

#fanfic #my fanfic #hermitfic #geminitay #grian #ethoslab #impulsesv #zombiecleo #hermitcraft #hermitcraft 10

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Anonymous: Same anon yes that one specifically gets me feral and on my knees 🥲

Obsessed

“Does this feel good, baby?” Jack was hovering over you, his strong arms allowing him to tower above your naked body as he slowly drove his hips into your throbbing pussy over and over again. More muscle memory than active participation, your core clenched around his cock, watching his face as he let out a guttural moan, his cheeks flushed pink from a single glass of red wine at dinner. You gripped his arms to steady yourself, your nails digging into his flesh as he quickened his pace, his tip hitting against your cervix with each thrust. Jack opened his eyes, looking down at you at your lack of response.

Your eyes were following the line of his triceps, your fingers tracing up the vein that ran from his forearm to his back, the thought of his safe, warm body enveloping you making your clit pulse. He slammed into you with a snap of his hips to grab your attention, chuckling at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your head, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips. “Speechless, huh?”. You blushed, hiding your face in the crook of your arm, knowing that Jack had caught you ogling him. “Take your shirt off, baby.” You gave his forearm a light kiss before he sat up, his stomach peeking out beneath the hem of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. You grazed your fingers against his happy trail, making him shiver. There wasn’t an inch of this man that you didn’t love, but something about his arms and chest made you absolutely feral.

He lifted your lower half, palming your ass with both hands, and placing a pillow underneath your hips. He quickly returned to lay atop you, this time leaning down further so his forearms framed your face. He started off with slow shallow movements, the new angle the pillow provided allowing him to hit your g-spot with pleasurable precision. “Fuck, yes, Jack. Baby, I’m close.” Your orgasm was building quicker than you would have liked, especially in this current position. Jack peppered kisses along your jawline, encouraging you as you reached your peak. The flexing of his biceps around your head with each movement was almost too much as you came, releasing around his dick, Jack cuming seconds after you, his pace continuing steady even though you had already reached your climax. “Fuck, please.” You instinctively pulled away, overcome with sensation, your legs shaking. Jack pulled out of you, sitting back on his haunches, giddy at the sight of you squirming beneath him.

He grabbed a towel from the nightstand to help clean you up, wiping up and down your inner thighs as you were still too blissed out to move. “What was it this time?” he asked as he laid down beside you. You giggled; he knew you too well. “You know that vein that runs down the back of your arm, especially when you flex?” Jack’s eyebrows lifted in confusion. “I could have got off looking at that alone, tonight.” He let out a deep chuckle at your confession, wrapping his arms around your neck, nibbling on your earlobe. “Damn baby, that’s all it took?” You flipped him the middle finger, too tired to bite back. You settled into his hold, both of you drifting off to sleep.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine

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larcenywrites · 2 months

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Hiii! I really like your stories, thank you for what you do for us <3 You recently wrote that you want to write something clean and I just thought, maybe you want to write my request. But just ignore it, please, if you don't want to write it, it's okay!! I was just thinking about how attentive Tony is to his girlfriend and, you know, I'm obsessed with moles for some reason. I know it sounds weird, but I just want to lie in bed with Tony in the morning while we cuddle and he kisses my moles. I'm a little insecure about my body because of them and I just want to see something soft about this thing. Once again, a huge excuse for such a request 💀💀

Aw omg no it’s cute! And don’t feel insecure, I have a fairly big mole right on my cheek (my face, I mean; but I do also have one on my asscheek 🤣)! I have quite a few moles and freckles everywhere so I get it, but now I love them though I think moles and freckles are super cute 🥰 obviously idk where your beauty marks are, nor anyone else’s, and I’m not just gonna use my own for reference (maybe one or two 🤭), so hopefully there’s a little bit here for everyone? Tbh I do focus on Tony a lot as well tbf! I haven’t written in so long I hope it’s okay 😰

Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: none except technically Tony and Reader and naked lol but I don’t explicitly say that | no pronouns used or specified for reader | just cuddles and fluff and kisses 😚

Word count: 920

Tracing over his sun-warmed skin, your fingers followed the rise and dip of his back. The morning light shed over him, illuminating your path between each mark and mole, some flat, some raised, becoming more scarce the lower you went. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he squirmed and arched as your touch drifted down his spine. You settled halfway onto his back, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and affectionately resting your head on the back of his neck.

Your laugh turned into a giggle when he promptly rolled onto his side, throwing you off and backing into you. You only took it as your opportunity to be the big spoon, throwing your arm over his waist and burying a hand in his hair, lining up the dark freckle in the center of your chest to the mole beneath his shoulder blades. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you noticed a group of freckles on his neck and promptly swooped in for a quick kiss.

With a tired hum, he stretched out, tilting his chin to reveal the mole under his jaw that was only visible when he shaved. The back of your finger drifted over his jawline.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled sleepily.

“I don’t know,” you chirped. “You’re pretty.”

With a yawn, he rolled onto his back. You kept your hand on his waist as when he settled on his back and made you move once again. You sat up on your elbow, rubbing over the soft skin of his tummy and thumbing over the dark brown mole near his belly button.

“You’re pretty, too,” he replied with tired eyes that heavily gazed at you from over his chest. The corner of your lips twisted up with an amused huff. You sat up more to straddle his waist. Instantly, his warm hands were on your arms and feeling their way up to your shoulders. Tony’s gaze stayed with yours as he did so. As his thumbs rubbed over your freckled shoulders in an act of comfort, you reached down to peck at the faded freckle on his wrist.

From this angle, his face was hardly freckled or blotched, aside from the redness in his cheeks from lying facing down in the sun, and the tan spot near the corner of his eye that was honestly more like a cherry-on-top. He was naturally perfect, already cleaned up for the cameras.

“What are you thinking about,” he mumbled, poking your side and playfully pinching at your skin, making your stomach tighten from the sudden contact. As his hand settled above your hip, you couldn’t help but use your arms to hide the line of those beauty marks across your belly.

You look down at his chest as you tried to come up with something to say, and at the very least something that wasn’t exactly a lie. “I read somewhere that moles and freckles go away with age,” you quickly recalled, looking back down at him as earnestly as you could. As if he knew where this was going, the hand on your hip was still able to trace over your stomach, as if checking whether or not they were still there. He hummed in thought as he did, still waking up.

“That’s sad,” he mumbled, pausing before looking back up at you with innocence. “I’ll miss the one on your ass,” he said with an exaggerated pout, putting all the energy he’d built up so far to smack your ass.

“Ow,” you pouted back in a drawn-out whine. That innocent look quickly turned into that usual mischievous grin, teeth showing as you fell into his side again. That same hand kept your thigh straddled over him even as you slid off. With you by his side again, he quickly took his chance to steal a kiss. You weren't sure if he realized your insecurity, but he probably wouldn’t understand anyway. He didn’t have very many. A cluster below his ear, the Orion’s Belt on his forearm; a stray below his collarbone, a mole on his shoulder; an array over his upper back. Unnoticeable enough to leave him without a flaw.

He probably didn’t quite get it, why you trace over his skin, but he copied your sentiment anyway. It was your turn to feel his callousing hands drifting down your back and fingertips knowing the paths on your arm. Nose-to-nose and skin-to-skin, you relaxed under his touch.

But maybe the innocence in his unknowingness made it sweeter. He saw the stars on your skin with his natural love for your beauty, and copied you in playing connect-the-dots because he simply associated it with affection. And if he did it long enough, you could probably find his star sign etched into your being.

“I’ll miss that one, too,” Tony softly mumbled, tearing you from your thoughts as lips met the corner of your own. You smiled and opened your eyes, but you still scrunched your nose at the mention of the mole by your mouth.

“You know, all my favorite models have one,” he reassured you in a more suggestive tone.

“Oh, and who’s your favorite model?” You sassed sternly. His reply was another toothy grin that pressed to your lips.

“You,” he finally said pointedly, making you roll your eyes. From this close, you could see another faded brown spot on his cheek. Taking your hand from his chest, he kissed at even the smallest of freckles between your knuckles, but he didn’t need to say anything.

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okay i’m officially obsessed with robin’s high school band experience (i say officially, i’ve been thinking about this for a while and now i’m finally caving and writing about it), so here are my Robin Buckley Band Geek(TM) headcanons for you to enjoy or ignore at your leisure

Robin is actually surprisingly into basketball. did you see her at that game? yeah, she’s there to shred the melody line on 25 or 6 to 4, but she’s also here cheer on/laugh at the Hawkins High team

you bet your ass she has had a crush on like half the girls’ basketball team btw

some of her first jabs at Steve were actually about some of his worst moments on the court. until she saw that those actually hit kind of hard, and then she laid off and started mocking his inability to talk to girls instead

once she and steve become friends, he’s actually surprised when she can keep up with his and lucas’s basketball chats. they ask her to practice with them exactly once, and it goes as terribly as you’d expect. but she still hangs out sometimes and gives lucas pointers when steve isn’t there

her favorite pep band song is Sweet Caroline. it just is.

sweeeet carolliiiiiiine. dun dun DUNNNNNNN

she is not supposed to be standing next to Vickie during Lucas’s game (seriously what even are their lines?? trombone trumpet clarinet? a random baritone row behind them? @ hawkins pep band wtf is going on here)

but she’s a senior and she can do what she wants

Vickie lets her, which is very cute imo

she has a vendetta with the percussion line

this is band kid law. you have to have a vendetta with either the percussion line or the trumpet section, and since she plays trumpet, she only has one option

she’s actually not bad at marching band. she has the discipline, she can think on her feet, she can focus on her steps and the angle of her trumpet and the set list and everything all at once with no issue. it takes her a while to stop stumbling over her feet freshman year, but once she has the fundamentals down, she’s absolutely fine

she took a french horn solo to state contest her junior year and actually ranked pretty high. but between the stress and the ptsd, she just didn’t have the motivation to do it again her senior year

it’s just as well. contest would’ve been after the events of spring break, and even if hawkins high had the resources to send a group of band and choir kids to contest after the “earthquake,” she definitely would’ve backed out

speaking of spring break, the first time she tries to play trumpet again after facing vecna hurts. that’s a lot of air to get through a throat that’s been nearly crushed by upside down vines. she fakes a lot of her playing for a few weeks, and by the time graduation rolls around, she’s mostly just going through the motions

it’s another thing the upside down has taken from her, and it makes her livid

Nancy absolutely understands why Robin is pulling away from band, but sometimes she thinks back on her vague memories of Robin in the bleachers--the crisp jacket, the clean white gloves, the sharp angle of her shoulders as she snaps her horn to attention--and she wishes she’d paid more attention to her back then

Will joins band his sophomore year! he wants to try something that’s just for him. he asks Robin for advice and she tells him how to get on the director’s good side as well as which kids to avoid. she also tells him that if he joins percussion she’ll never forgive him.

i think he’d play sax personally--lots of melody, great for solos, but also not the center of attention and really good at blending in

Robin finds herself going to a lot of hawkins high games during her gap year, which is completely unexpected but also a lot of fun. she and Steve sit in the stands and cheer Will and Lucas on in equal measure

(Will being there for all of Lucas’s games, too <3 it’s what he deservessss)

Robin’s parents are broke and she never ever spends any of her money on herself, so she doesn’t actually own any of the instruments she’s played. which means after high school, she has no access to any of it even if she wanted to keep playing

Nancy, Steve, and all the kids pitch in to get her a really nice trumpet a couple years after high school. we’re talking King brand, silk-lined case, the works. she cherishes that thing like it’s the fucking crown jewels

if/when Robin goes to college, she won’t join band but she’ll befriend a lot of the band kids. they’ll find out she used to play a couple different brass instruments and encourage her to pick it up again, even if it’s just in her free time

she does, and she joins some small groups--not class related, just having fun and performing with her friends

(steve goes to every single performance, even if it’s not even a show or anything. he’s been known to sit in on practices and grin at her with the proudest, dorkiest look on his face)

(Nancy also goes to every performance she can. she surprises Robin once, flying in at the last minute to go to one of her concerts. she shows up with a bouquet of flowers and it takes all of Robin’s willpower not to fall to her knees and propose right there)

#robin buckley #band headcanons! we as a fandom should talk more about band geek robin buckley #and by that i mean i as an individual am prepared to keep talking about band geek robin buckley #also some crumbs for #ronance #writing things #band geek robin my beloved

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quohotos · 9 months

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I present to you, my Magnum Opus. The Underland Chronicles rendered in the style of an early 2000s flash based point and click adventure game (the MNOG)

I have spent so long on this. Inkscape doesn't log total project time the way Krita does, but it's the most time I've spent on any single piece of vector art. Even then there's still a million things I want to go in and change but... aaaaaa you have to cut it off somewhere. I have been copy pasting rats for hours, and don't even get me started on the shadows. The shadows look good, they are not physically accurate. I tried.

Here are some bonus features!

No text overlay. Clean if you want to print it or make it a desktop background.

Close up on Solovet and Ajax I've never actually drawn Solovet, or any underlanders really. I definitely am phoning it in by framing her from behind. When it came to designing what kind of armor they'd wear I took inspiration from both Greek and Roman designs. Ajax was originally much more saturated red until @paksenarrion-dorthansdotter corrected me. The books describe him as dried blood colored. (please don't look too close at the rats they don't hold up to scrutiny)

Close up on Ripred. He looks just a little bit small and fat in this one, but that's just because he's slouching. When he stands up it all stays in his hips and ass. I always draw Ripred like he appeared on my cover of Code of Claw. The scar on his face isn't really visible from this angle because it cuts left to right and he's looking left.

Lastly, here's Gregor and Ares. There is an official design for his armor as seen on the cover of my copy of Code of Claw. I redesigned it because I thought that version looked kinda pants, tbh. Little goofy and hard to take seriously.

The great thing about vector art is you can zoom in and obsess over tiny little details that end up only being like 4 pixels wide in the final export. Case in point, these rando flyers. Such minute detail that gets flattened out to a single pixel in some cases.

Sidenote: I always imagined the flyers as more microbat inspired, which is why I draw them with tails... but these ones end up looking very flying fox-like and have also some megabat proportions. This isn't really an intentional artistic choice, it's just a compromise I had to strike to make them look decent. I need to practice drawing microbats more.

Oh well. The author isn't that descriptive about their proportions so I guess it's up to interpretation.

Lastly, here's the original sketch that I traced over. A lot of features ultimately got cut, as well as the dimensions to the side being changed. Solovet originally was going to have a braid but then I remembered that line from the first book where Luxa explains that you have to cut your hair to go to war. Ripred also looked a lot more teddy bear like in the sketch, so I ended up not even tracing him. Bane was a redraw, and I actually did trace part of Ajax and then just frehanded the rest.

If anyone is reading this far and hasn't read the underland Chronicles, now is a great time to go to your local library and pick it up. These books slap and this tiny community would love to suffer our brainrot welcome you into our fold.

Fly You High

#my art #tuc #the underland chronicles #the underland chronicles spoilers #tuc spoilers #the code of claw spoilers #vector art #mnog #bats #rats #fantasy #tuc20 #inkscape

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sarelcon · 1 year

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EVA Foam Detailing

Since I’m currently working on a new panel for EVA foam detailing, sharing an abbreviated version of this so that I actually have some posts on my account. This is definitely not a complete list of every technique that could work, but these are ones that I have used before and found to be quite useful.

Sanding

This is probably the most well-known technique for detailing. A rotary tool is a must-have for working with EVA foam since it’s such a versatile tool. A basic sanding drum is great for beveling edges or carving in battle-damage and weathering. Grinding stone tips can smooth and even out sanding. Depending on how the tips are angled on the surface, you can create a hammered metal look, soft leather-like crinkles, or circles that look like screws or bolts. Sanding is also the single best way to clean up rough seams. Be sure to wear a respirator and eye protection when sanding since the foam will generate a LOT of dust. You will your workspace will get covered with dust.

Burning

A soldering iron or wood burning iron can be used for detailing. These hot tools can be used to engrave precise or geometric lines or can be used to create a feather texture. These can also be used to make more organic textures like wood grain. Very much like a rotary tool, a wood burning or soldering iron has endless possibilities only limited by creativity. The foam can be easily burned through, especially when it is a thinner sheet (1-3 mm). Burning foam creates very nasty fumes so be sure to work outside with a respirator on.

Heat stamping

This is a more subtle technique but can still be very useful. The most common application is using crumpled tin foil to make a leather texture. Once foam has been heated up evenly (using a heat gun), it can pick up the texture of anything pressed against it.

Google eyes

For a cheap and easy way to get rivets or bolts, try using googly eyes. Once these are painted over, they can blend in perfectly (just don’t shake the armor or prop because they will rattle). Though real rivets can be used (that is my next point), googly eyes are easy to install and are very easy to find in a variety of sizes. These can be glued down with pretty much any type of glue.

Metal hardware

If authenticity is the goal, eyelets and rivets can be installed into EVA foam. The key to these is leather hole punches. You can buy these either as a pack of hole punchers or as a single tool that operates a lot like a paper hole puncher. For real leather or fabric, these are normally hammered into the material to generate a hole. Because EVA foam is so soft, a twisting motion works better for cutting a hole without crushing the surface. Eyelets will require a bit of glue but rivets have two separate ends that snap together nicely without any adhesive. O rings and metal buckles can also help with making realistic-looking armor.

Foam clay

Foam clay is an obsession of mine, but I have to admit that it is a detailing material and only works for specific tasks. Foam clay is great for adding organic textures like bone, monster skin, etc. It can be free sculpted some, but is limited due to being such a soft clay. It sticks to EVA foam without any glue required. It can be sanded or burned once it is completely dry to add more texture. It can be used to fill deep gaps in seams. It can also be pressed into molds.

Pre-cut bevels and scales

With cosplay becoming more common and mainstream, specialty products are readily available. Bevels are pre-cut strips of foam that can be used as trim. They most often come as half-round or triangular though some shops may carry less common shapes like low profile triangles or trapezoids. Scales are another great pre-fabricated material that can be bought from cosplay supply shops. They are sometimes sold as individual scales in packs of 50-100 or as scales attached to a strip.

Primer manipulation

I just recently discovered this technique while making Gyurato’s blood sickles. When using a brush on primer that has a slower drying time, it can be manipulated while still wet. Pressing something like upholstery foam or a sponge into the primer can add additional rough texture. I also used plastic wrap to add creases and wrinkles to the surface of the dried foam clay. Another thing to keep in mind with primers is that the finish (satin, matte, gloss) can change out a paint looks. Picking the right sheen, like gloss when painting a metallic, can help with achieving the right effect.

Hopefully these tips give you some ideas for future projects.

#cosplay making #cosplay #cosplay tutorial #evafoam #cosplay armor #cosplay props #cosplay tips #foamsmith

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thenerdysewist · 1 year

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Making My Morgana Cosplay

I watched Merlin for the first time in 2015/2016, and was immediately obsessed with Morgana's Season 4 Coat.

At the time, I hadn't really gotten into sewing yet. I knew how to sew, but I'd only made one project bigger than a pair of pajama pants. But then the pandemic hit, and I was stuck inside with too much time on my hands. I rewatched Merlin (and have multiple times since 2020), and realized that I likely had the skills to make that coat so it became my pandemic project.

Materials:

My first concern was the materials. The coat is full length, with full sleeves and a train. That would require a lot of specialty (expensive) material, and I was pretty broke considering I had been laid off. Plus, new fabric is also pretty bad for the environment. So my goal was to thrift any and all material I could. I got lucky.

I found a king size comforter set at the thrift store for $10, and that meant I got both the specialty material and the lining in one

I found a lace skirt at a different thrift store for the sleeves of the under-dress, and a green prom dress to modify.

After much digging and swearing I found left over fabric from another cosplay to use as the green fabric in the hood and sleeves

A friend was moving and cleaning out her closet, meaning I was able to thrift the belt buckle from a belt she was going to donate

The only material I purchased new was the trim I used for the belt.

Process:

The first step was picking apart the comforter set. I probably could have just cut it open in order to render it into two flat pieces of usable material, but I knew the yardage would be a tight fit, so I used a seam ripper to separate the three layers of fabric from the layer of batting. (I think while I introduced a friend to Merlin).

I used a combination of patterns from my stash to get the pieces I needed. I used the hood from Simplicity 1771A, and the sleeves and skirt from Simplicity 8013. Looking back I likely could have used the bodice as well, but I felt the angle of the neckline was wrong, so I drafted my own bodice pattern using a t-shirt and the angle from the neckline of McCalls M7502.

I decided to make a mock up first. I only had the fabric from the comforter to set to work with, and there wasn't a lot. I didn't want to risk cutting into it, and then realizing it didn't fit. So I used an old white sheet to make the first draft.

Initially I thought the coat was a coat-dress, but noticed the detail that when Morgana walked, you could see the lining flash at the front. So I cut the bodice on the fold, and turned the skirt backwards. The front was meant to go on the fold and the back was two pieces to accommodate for a zipper. However, knowing I needed a train, I added a train to the front panel and made that the back, and then made the two back panels the front panels. I sewed them part of the way down to give it a skirt look, but left the bottom open so that the lining would flash when I walked. It ended up looking like this.

As you can tell from my face, I didn't like how it was laying. It didn't have the same shape as her coat, at which point I realized the front should be separate to make it close like a coat would, rather than a dress would. So I seam ripped the front skirt panels apart and cut the bodice front up the middle. I tried it back on and it looked like this:

(You can also tell by image quality that my old phone gave up the ghost and I had to get a new one, which had a much better camera)

I liked this a lot better, but there were still more adjustments I needed to make. I didn't like the angle of the neckline, and I felt like the train was too long. So I made those adjustments to the pattern, and made a second mock up out of a sheet set that my mom had cannibalized for her own sewing project.

With all the adjustments, the second mock up ended up looking like this.

I was now happy with the angle of the neckline and the length of the train, and felt ready to move onto working with the actual materials I bought.

I cut out all the pieces twice; once from the specialty material and once from the black backing material from the comforter set I used for the lining. I also cut additional lining for the hood and sleeves out of the green fabric since Morgana's coat has that contrast lining. I started by stitching the specialty fabric together.

Once that was done, I stitched all the lining pieces together. Then I pinned the specialty fabric to the lining with the hood in between the two layers so that it when I turned everything inside out, the hood would be on the outside.

I ended up not liking how the hood looked.

It came from too far back on the neckline. and that meant I had to pick apart the shoulder and neck seams and redo it. I redid this step probably four times because the fabric was thick, heavy, and slippery. It refused to stay in place, and I was constantly catching parts of the fabric I shouldn't.

Next was the sleeves. Which literally made me cry from frustration. Sleeves are my kryptonite at the best of times, but I was also working with fabric that was heavy, slippery, and thick, in a narrow arm hole. After several screaming matches with my sewing machine, and a stress and frustration induced break down, my mom ended up inserting the sleeves for me. (Thank you, Mom!)

Then I finally got to see the fully assembled garment and I was thrilled! It really looked like it was shaping up to look like Morgana's coat.

I completed the hem on both the lining and specialty material and the bulk of the garment was complete! But I still needed her belt, and I wanted to make have an under-dress since you can see a flash of the skirt under the coat while Morgana walks. For that, I just adjusted a prom dress that I found at the thriftstore. I shortened it, moved the skirt to be right under the bust, and added straps. I didn't think to get photos of that process since it was mostly pinning and cutting.

I did however, have to make my own lace sleeves for the dress since you can see lace sleeves under Morgana's coat. For this I traced the sleeve of a shirt I already owned.

Then I made a mock up which was way too tight. I added a little extra width, and made another mock up which fit. So then I was able to cut the sleeves out of the lace I removed from the skirt, and I stitched it into the armhole created by adding straps to the modified dress.

As you can see it wasn't the neatest job, but I didn't care since it was going to be covered by the coat anyway. If I wanted to submit this for a contest or anything, I'd probably go through the trouble of making her under-dress too, but this works.

All that was left was her belt. For that, I had ordered a precut YaYa Hahn pleather trim and that gave me the width of my belt. It also gave me the length since there was just enough there to wrap around my waist with some overlap. I cut a strip from the green fabric I used for the sleeves and hood, and black fabric for the belt lining since I was out of the green fabric.

Stitched those together, and flipped it right side out. I left one end open so I could insert two loops to attach the belt buckle to the belt. Then I pinned the trim to the belt and ironed it on. It was iron on trim so I didn't have to sew it.

I inserted the loops through the belt buckle, then tucked the ends into the belt and stitched it closed.

Reveal:

Final Thoughts:

Overall, I am jazzed by how this turned out. I think it looks so much like Morgana. I might need to fix the hem since the first time I wore it, twigs started getting caught in the hem, but that is an issue for future me. My issues are actually more with my makeup. I tried to learn contouring for this. I literally haven't worn makeup since 2019 and I only did basics then. So if anyone wants to let me know tips and tricks, my ask box is open. I also still don't know how for photos.

This project took well over a year to complete. Part of it was the amount of mock ups I did, but part of it was the process of tracking down materials. It took weeks for me to find the right green fabric and I actually bought multiple other fabrics that I returned because they weren't right for it. That it was in my own stash was such a relief while simultaneously the most annoying thing ever. The second snag was finding the belt buckle. I had to get one in the right dimensions to fit the trim for the belt, and apparently belt buckles are impossible to find in a size bigger than an inch. It was complete luck that my friend found something in her closet while she was moving. (If you have buckle resources, please hit me up. I need buckles for another project I'm working on now, and can't find buckles small enough.)

This is the biggest project I've done so far, and I am so proud of myself for it.

#bbc merlin #merlin #morgana #merlin cosplay #cosplay #sewing #cosplaying #cosplayer #morgana pendragon #the adventures of merlin #merlin tv

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romanarose · 1 year

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Steven with a Reader with OCD

Steven Grant x GN!Reader with OCD

You are struggling with obsessive thoughts late at night, and worry how Steven will react.

Warnings: OCD, compulsions, bleeding, aggressive nail clipping ig?

AN: I've been doing a lot better with my OCD lately, I always do better when I feel in control of my life, and I'm always more in control when Im in a stable living environment. Living with my parents was never stable, living with my last roommate was not either, but living in this dorm has been such a sanctuary. Still, there are some things I struggle with, compulsions that have been a part of my life for so long, I don't know if there's a way to go back, I don't remember a time when I had normal nails. Just wanted to write this for a little comfort.

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When Steven woke up and saw you weren't in the bed, he assumed you were in the bathroom, but when you didn't come back to him, Steven was worried so he came outside the bedroom for you. Steven saw you sitting on the couch, legs crossed, the finger tape you had been trying all unraveled on the coffee table.

You saw him, immediately closing your eyes in defeat before going back to work, trying to make your nails 'right' "Sorry" You mumble.

"What are you sorry for?" Steven asked, sincerely.

You tried to stop from crying, angry at yourself. "For failing. I really wanted to break this, but... laying in bed I just could feel everything, and it was wrong, and it was bad and-" You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, and angle the nail clipper far in, proceeding to take off most of the nail on your toe, not that there was much.

Steven saw your low cut, abused nails and fingers, the sensitive skin that wanted to be covered and protected by callouses but now open to infection, the little bits of blood on your feet.

"It's okay, my darling, I know you're trying"

"Not hard enough, apparently"

"Hey" Steven tilted your chin up to him. "You've done really, really, well with others things, love. This is just something that's been around a long time, it's hard to break"

You pull away from him, embarrassed, but unable to stop. "I wouldn't do this if I didn't feel like I had too."

"Yeah, it doesn't seem like something you'd do for fun" Steven offered sympathetically, earning a small smile. Steven was familiar with strange quirks. Steven's bedtime routine before he met Marc was extensive, and Marc was intense about cleaning, so when you began dating, he didn't think too much of your strange eating habits. As things progressed, and you met and fell in love with Jake and Marc, you opened up about your obsessive-compulsive disorder, Steven tried his best to support you, reading all the books and articles possible, and holding your hand when there was nothing to be done.

"It's fucking humiliating" but you don't stop, you can't stop, you're trying so hard to get a nail that was in the skin, digging in at the calloused layers of your body trying to protect you. "Ow!" You missed your goal, clipping the skin and causing blood.

Within a flash, Steven stole the clippers from your hands.

"Steven!" You shout in a panic, never mind it's 3 AM

He stands up, trying to play keep-away but he's not tall enough for that. "You just cut yourself open!"

"Give it to me!" You're in a panic, you need to take care of it, need to make it right even though you know it will never be right.

"I draw the line at you hurting yourself."

"Fuck you." You storm into the kitchen, dropping blood on the carpet as you put on your slides and grab your keys.

"Bloody hell" He sighs exasperated, following you. "Where are you going!"

"To the fucking store to get another fucking nail clipper!"

"You're not driving when you're this upset."

"You don't get to tell me what to do" You clutch the keys to your chest and press your body against the door as he fights to take the keys back, but the pressure of it was all too much. Steven was mad at you, he thought you were weird, and your nails still weren't right and it was bad and things were bad and you had to fix it but he won't let you fix it and can't he see you needed to fix it?

When Steven heard you crying, he stopped, backing away immediately and giving you the clippers. His heart hurting for you, he watched as you, still crying, sink to the floor and start going back to work at your poor toes so fast, like it was the most important thing in the world. "I can't stop" You say through tears.

Steven sighed. "I know." He kissed the top of your head before stepping away. "Do what you need to do, then come to the bathroom when you're ready."

You only barely register what he said, and you certainly don't register the water running in the bathroom, your only though being fix it, fix it, fix it.

When you finally satisfy that ache enough, everything hurts, and you know damn well it's going to hurt more in the morning, multiple infections on your hands and feet, then more as they nails grow in again. Tired and ready for sleep, you pad over to the bathroom with bleary eyes, finding Steven sitting on the tub, looking up at you worriedly.

"Hey. You feeling better?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm like this."

"No" Steven stands up, taking you in his arms. "I'm sorry you're going through this, I know it's a lot. Here."

You look at the tub, realizing now theirs steaming water in it, only a few inches high.

"Is that for me?" You ask, curious.

"Yeah, it's really hot, so be carful. I just, I know they usually hurt, I thought we could try and prevent infection?"

You felt like you could cry again. "That would be great. Thank you"

The water was very very hot, Steven first put your fingers in the hot water and washed them with gentle soap, cleaning out all the blood, then after patting them dry, Steven put triple antibiotic gel on your fingers, bandaging the worst one. He then repeated the action on your toes, very careful but thorough on the toe that had been clipped.

As he laid you down on the bed again, tucking you in, he asked. "How are you feeling? Any racing thoughts?"

"No" you shook your head. "Just shit hurting" Before you or him could say more, you broke down crying again. "Im sorry"

"Oh love," Steven quickly embraced you. "You have nothing to be sorry for"

"I'm so fucking weird and gross" You sob.

"No." His voice was firm as he guided you to look at him. "You are not weird, and you are not gross. You are suffering, and it just hurts me to see you like this. I promise whatever I can do to ease your pain, I will. I'm sorry you're hurting, but you're doing so well, and I'm so proud of you."

Steven held you tight that night, the way that always comforted you, relaxed your mind, and although you swore you could feel your pulse in your thumb, and you still felt embarrassed, you felt safe knowing that Steven, Marc and Jake would always love you

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IDK who would even like this but @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @howaboutcastiel and @welcometostayingawake bc ur my buddies and you support my weirdly specific shit

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progressive-waves-art · 4 months

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Character lineup, Transitus historical redesign edition. In their sepia tone versions, in actual artwork they’d be drawn against some pretty vibrant painted backgrounds. Come back to me on that. Been meaning to do this for a while!

Have some design notes:

Daniel - Third from left. In @hawthorn-crow’s words: "like a stiff breeze would blow him over." His shoulders/upper body have deliberately been scaled down from that of real-life Tommy Karevik. I don’t know how else to say this but if I were Henry I wouldn’t be easing around in my brother’s personal life if he could drop kick me directly into the sun. Looks pretty normal, all things considered. The "standout" trait comes from the trust fund kid status: his clothes have a LOT of variety. Literally a different jacket, vest and tie almost every single scene in a period where that was not something easily attainable. Common thing between all of the ‘normal’ outfits is the little watch chain, somewhat prominently displayed.

Abby - Third from right. The exact opposite as Daniel; cycles through two or three outfits maximum outside of her work uniform before 1884. Her box braids are thicker than the original design. Has a pair of emerald drop earrings; gift from the himbo. As for the shoes, homegirl is working minimum 13-hour days, for Christ’s sake, put some treads on those industrial strength high heels. She likes quilting Why? Cause I said so and wanted her to have hobbies like human beings do. The dress shown here is one fabric/color all the way down, but the seams form a fun little pattern that looks nothing like fire haha what.

Henry - Second from left. Lots of age lines, grey streaks. Visibly much older than Daniel. Loads of aggressive angles, you want a sense of the douchebag aura from a distance. Literally Andrew Carnegie but with none of the redeeming qualities. Really narcissistic and intent on showing off his status and is thus obsessed with outward appearance. Sharply dressed and deliberately so. Flashy, patterned waistcoats and one very expensive and painstakingly tended to pair of sideburns.

Lavinia - Second from right. Same as Abby, just a few outfits to her name and sturdier shoes. Though she comes off to me as someone who has expensive tastes that can’t be pursued to their fullest extent. Don’t we all. Pays close attention to new fashion and alters her existing clothes (and hair) accordingly under budget. Is keen on appearing above her station, though not with any malicious intent. More just a desire to fit in and look nice.

Abraham - Far right. The beta version of Abraham of from the earbook bonus pages is peak and this is very heavily inspired by that. Has not purchased any major clothing items for himself since the mid 1860s; he’s got other priorities. Any new stuff is smaller, and usually cut from the same material as Lavinia’s skirts. Fabrics are worn out (along with their dyes) and lots of layers are worn as a result. Outermost layer that he wears pretty much everywhere on account of it being the only coat he has is a bleached and dyed Union army jacket.

Dee - Far left. Entire character is defined by being stuck in the past. Like Abraham his clothes are very 1860s based but in a more fashion forward and emotionally stunted, "I never got over my wife dying a d am making it my kids’ problem" way, as opposed to the much more reasonable "being impoverished" route. Hair is also very much mid-century and meant to look out of place next the shorter, clean-cut 70s/80s style that Henry has. ….old. Like basically on death’s door, he kicks the bucket almost immediately after Daniel does.

#ayreon #Just….transitus #man….#So excited to have some genuine notes for their design that work within the era AND inform their characters it is POSSIBLE #tommy karevik #cammie beverly #paul manzi #amanda somerville #johanne james #dee snider #arjen lucassen #character design #character illustration #character sheet #Period drama #the gilded age #1880s #historical fashion #Lavinia’s arms look a little weird but whatever

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mxanigel · 4 months

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Fic update: Cut to the Feeling

an Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) fanfic

[Read on AO3]

An in-progress longfic that asks the question, What if they lived?

Chapter 24: Gambits

Despite the odds stacked against them, Levi and Hange's squads successfully attack the cavern below the Reiss chapel. Other than Hange's extensive injuries. And the massive Titan charging toward a populated city.

Rating: M

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/OC, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë & OC, eventual Levi/Hange/OC

Additional Tags: They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë Being Hange Zoë, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Friendship, Banter, Swearing, Lots of Cursing, Angst, Love and Loss, Asexuality Spectrum, Levi Ackerman Is Obsessed With Cleaning, Falling In Love, Literal Sleeping Together, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Eventual Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Torture, Blood and Injury, Demisexual Levi Ackerman, Bisexual Hange Zoë, I'm writing this because it's taken over my brain, I have spent so many hours on the wiki lol, Eventual Romance

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The two of them slowly, gently, painstakingly bring Hange to a standing position. They wobble; Jonas places a steadying hand on their good shoulder as Shion slips her arms around their waist. “Am I holding too tight?”

“No. This is good.” But Hange’s tone is lined with discomfort.

Shion frowns. That’s not an encouraging sign for their ability to walk right now. “Jonas, can you pass my controls to me? I don’t want to let go.”

“Sure thing.” He gingerly reaches for the grips dangling from her gear and then presses them into her waiting hands.

“Thanks. Hange, wrap your good arm around my neck. Apologies in advance for hurting you.”

“There are much worse ways to get hurt.”

“Ha.” She peers at her right side, then her left, assessing how her cables will launch given Hange’s current position. ODM gear isn’t designed for more than one person, yet here she is, trying to maneuver with two people a second time. At least this attempt is being planned in advance. “Jonas, see any enemies?”

“No. You’re clear.”

Shion looks upward; these bizarre walls curve away from her but abruptly stop above the top of the stairs, giving way to a mixture of natural rock and brick that may have been the base of the original chapel. Whatever substance is glowing seems to be conducive to their hooks. So she fires at a slight angle into the ceiling. “I’m going to test our setup. Hold on to me as tightly as you can.”

“Mm.”

She slowly retracts her cables until her feet leave the floor.

Hange’s weight shifts in her arms, but they don’t fall. “I could get used to this.”

“Oi. This is an emergency.”

Their breath tickles her ear as they laugh. “Please let me enjoy one thing in this shitty situation.”

“That’s fair. You good?”

“Good enough. Let’s go.”

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#attack on titan fanfic #aot fanfic #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #Hange Zoë #Levi Ackerman #OC: Shion Miller #fic: Cut to the Feeling #fic update #angst central #longfic #OT3: what we have is each other

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