#paint water 😔

[rozugold]

Question about painted illusions..

While he was still with dream, what would happen whenever tommy woke up from a nightmare screaming, waking up dream in the process? Would dream comfort him in some messed up way? Get mad at him for waking him up? The angst possibilities are endless :D

Also I absolutely adore your au and the aus of the au lmao. It’s probably my favorite dream smp au ngl :)))

Dream doesn’t do a lot of sleeping so he’s usually the one waking Tommy up. If he’s feeling nice he would comfort him in his own way (aka the way that takes the least effort)

#cw abuse #dream smp #protégé!tommy au #rozoodles #comics #rozu asks #anonymous #Tommy gets a little glass of water and a snack.. he deserves more 😔 #painted illusions

[mariaddity]

😶 i can explain…………….

#I ship them 😔 cringe be damned #for anyone wondering ‘wasnt she gonna b shipped with macho?’ #and weeeeelllllllllll no. not necessarily #val simping for him was originally just gonna be played off for laughs #i headcanon macho man as not being the most— loyal too so #the relationship for me wouldn’t have worked out 💀 #i also just simply lost interest in vals actions being strickly simp orientated #and as an unapologetic masked muscle enjoyer 😔 i just knew he was the best choice #def gonna develop them more💖 this is just a sillie doodle to test out the waters 😩 #myart #clip studio paint #doodle #sketch #super punch out #masked muscle #valeria #punch out oc

[bmpmp3]

I WANNA get back into painting so heres a little gouache picture

#art #traditional art #gouache #specifically acrylic gouache but i find acrylic gouache much closer to gouache than acrylics #like its basically just gouache thats slightly harder to reactivate. not even impossible just slightly harder LOL #oc art #ocs #oc group: tbai #oc: maddy #had to take a pic with my phone because my scanner cant deal with the neon red paint i used for the underpainting LOL #besides my scanners like dying rn this honestly is probably a better quality pic than any scanned image rip #but i still really like scanning images 😔 i'll deal with my busted scanner someday #anyway painting is very fun but recently i learned oil painting and after doing that it is kinda hard to go back to water based stuff #i miss how smooth and easy to paint and layer it was orz i should try doing it again some time #i need to sort out the clean up regimen for home first (i learned oil painting at school and was using the schools studio exclusively) #but oil painting is sooooo fun its unreal #but gouache is fun too #and acrylics are fun in their own ways #and you know i love my watercolours

[pansyfemme]

ppl ask a lot abt my traditional coloring process but its rlly not that complex u just rlly water down inks and layer thin layers until you realize you’ve been working for 9 hours straight and pass out with all ur supplies still in bed w/ u LOL

#i clean my paint water like. twice a week and i paint everyday 😔 #i use a variety of translucent mediums dependin what im going for #if i want somethin a little more pigmented. high flow acrylics + matte pouring medium. esp for neons since neon acrylic inks and watercolors #r pretty weak. flourescent paints tend to be transparent so gouche or acrylic is ur best bet bc neon watercolors are hard to come by and #basically only show up on white paper. and flourescent inks are ok. but a little gloopy usually #also golden has a rlly good color range of neons so. #i also like holbien acryla gouache neons bc the luminous red is prob my most used paint color i use it watered down in about all of my #paintings its just. that fucking beautiful #I also use concentrated watercolors bc they are hypersaturated and transparent and only semi-liftable which is a lot of fun #some ppl dont like them bc despite the name they are not watercolors or liquid watercolors. #they are first and foremost. inks. they are dye based and heavily staining so if you put them down you can lift a little bit but the stain #isnt going anywhere. which is fun bc i like playing with lifting. i also like them being dye based bc if you mix them. when you apply them #they sometimes settle color wise and there are slight blooms and inconsistancies in color which i adore #kiiinda like granulation? but not rlly #ofc for areas where i feel i need something less saturated i use tube watercolors #and acrylic inks for areas that i dont want to lift. #u gotta be careful tho bc a lot of inks r hyperpigmented #i dont like thick opaque paints i find them rlly dull and boring to work with #so everything has to be thin and layerable #bc thats where u get those nice color interactions

[dbphantom]

I love being useful. Love and peace of planet earth 🤞

#My friend texted me asking me for information about the H2O merms 😎 #That's right I have a niche babey #I don't know how concerning it is that I immediately texted back with the answer 😔 #Cruddy rambles #I'm... Slightly worried because he said he didn't need to know the exact %age of water content to trigger the transformation #For the thing he's working on and also didn't tell me what he's working on #But I'm gonna have faith in him #Because he's my friend and I love him and I'm sure he means no harm #It's 32% btw #In case YOU wanted to know. Now you don't need to check episode 4 #I don't remember the timestamp ahdggdks I just remember it's the sleepover episode bc Rikki's painting her nails #And I only know that because 2 years ago I needed the exact water percentage to write Tannis in my b/l3 H2O au and so I had to check #Episode 4. So now I remember both the percentage AND which episode it's mentioned in! #But I can't remember what age I am most days 😔

[rosicheeks]

i wish we were roomies, i hate having people over so you can paint in the living room every night if you want! i’ll make sure you stay hydrated and bring you tons of snackies too :3

- 🐝

Omg pls pls pls pls this is my DREAM 🥺

#stop I’m literally going to start crying cause I want this SO BADLY #idk if you mean it platonically and we can just be friends cause that does sound absolutely lovely #or or or #what I’m kinda dreaming of having a little lovey dovey thing with my roomie 🥺 #like what if we are just friends at first #but then after time we slowly start to fall for each other #ok ok ok so many scenarios are running through my head right now hahahaha #but for painting #that sounds absolutely amazing #I want to just be chilling out in the living room and playing music or a movie #and then you come out and bring me water and some fruit and tell me to stay hydrated #and then when I’m finally done with my painting I’ll excitedly yell/sing your name while I try and find you #maybe you’ll be playing a video game and have your headphones on so you don’t hear me #so when I finally find you I sneak over to you and if it’s a game you can’t pause I’ll sit behind you and watch while you finish your game #or if it’s a pausable game I’ll tap on your shoulder and maybe even kiss your cheek #‘uhm hi hi hi sorry to bother you but uhhhhhm my painting is done 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 do you want to see?’ #and then I’ll hold your hand and bring you over to my paint area #I’ll look up at you while you’re inspecting the painting #*sigh* ‘sorry rosie……. this painting……….. is fucking amazing!’ you’ll tease me at first and maybe pretend you don’t like it so i go 😔 #and then when you turn it around i instantly smile and look up at you like really?? 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #after I give you a small thank you I quickly grab a little bit of leftover paint on the table and put it on your nose *boooooop* #I laugh and smirk at you and before you can react I quickly run away and hide before you can catch and punish me #ughhhhhhhhh #I don’t even need a lovey dovey situation. just having a place I can comfortably paint sounds like a dream #it’s sad but if anyone actually lived near me and I *somewhat* knew them…. and they had space and wanted a roomie??? I would move in #I know stranger danger and I would probably end up dead but like……. #do I care? ehhhhhhhhhh 50/50 hahah #hopefully they kill me in an interesting way at least hahahahah man I’m so morbid I’m sorry #but seriously thank you cutie! this ask is so fucking cute and helped me get out of my funk #🐝 anon

[homiebromantic]

it's been a weird of year of not being the worst but still bad /:

#its me...im the problem #.. the common denominator 😔😔 #in other news my last baby chick died i think the adult ones bullied her and since the others also died one vanished she got cold #they wouldn't let her perch with them 😔 chickens are so mean sometimes... #my DOG disappeared and nobody has seen him amd hes not on the animal shelter sites or craigslist or nextdoor. #andy 3 of my cats ranaway and disappeared as well. #and i didnt plant anything. or do any wood projects. or paint. or traditional art. #i DIDNT work on any of my wips a.sigmificant amount. #my cousin keeps leaving water pooled on the bathroom floor so now theres water damage on the flooring #the fucking. caulk is so nasty I never fixed that #my truck is stuttering. AGAIN. #sigh. i neverrrrrr planned to be an adult pls let me rest #also i need to go to sleep likeMEOW bc ive messed up my morning routine BADso bad #I don't think this 5-2 shift over the winter esp. is good for me

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 1/?

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. swearing, reader and charles are oblivious idiots but they’re cute so it’s ok, ending is annoyingly abrupt (sorry)

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note: so this is a multi-part social media fic inspired by this ask that i’ve been working on for a while. as always, all media and pictures used in this belongs to the original creators. hope you guys enjoy! ps, all i really know about art is what i learned in my gcse class (and my teacher was awful) so if i use any incorrect terminology at any point in this series i’m so sorry! i’m trying my best 🫶

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[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟰]

synopsis. you got your period & satoru bought too many pads.

words. 996

warnings. reader cusses like once

note. i got my period and thought, hey why not turn this into some cute fluff for the series 😔🤞🏻

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

previous || next

odd.

no calls, no text messages and the ones satoru sent you all remained on delivered.

usually, you’d ask satoru how megumi was doing, ask for pictures of the dogs, but this time it felt like your very presence was erased from the face of earth aka the display of his phone. a coil of worry sat in his abdomen like a snake, just waiting to crawl up his neck and slowly suffocate him before it’d eventually eat him up in one go.

“are you still alive?”

after thirty minutes of no reply, satoru got up from his seat on the couch and made his way over to your apartment. with a spare key — which you’d given him for emergencies — he unlocked your door with a quiet creak. “[name]?” he called out carefully, but got no reply. satoru swore he heard a shuffling of blankets from the living room.

with the curtains half-drawn, only a few sunrays dappled the living room. on the coffee table rested an empty pack of painkillers, a half-empty bottle of water and an empty bowl of chili chips. the tv was still running on the lowest volume, playing some movie satoru didn’t care about; not when you laid on the couch curled in on yourself and buried underneath a fluffy blanket like a hedgehog.

“satoru?” you raised your head from the pillow and rubbed some sleep from your eyes. you’d been taking a nap, satoru guessed.

taking a seat on your couch, satoru peered into your tired eyes and the pained expression painted across your face when you moved. “you look like shit,” he deadpanned, “what’s up? you haven’t been answering any of my messages.”

with a little hiss slipping through your teeth, you sat up on the soft cushion. a hot water bottle was stuffed in the waistline of your sweatpants. “sorry. i got my period and i’ve been feeling like shit all day. thanks for pointing it out, by the way.”

there was a little tug at satoru’s heartstrings when he saw your face so unusually pale and the discomfort in your body. he knew there was little he could do, yet he still asked. “is there anything i can do for you?”

satoru was too good for his own good. he didn’t have to check up on you and make sure you were alright. after all, you were supposed to be nothing but his son’s babysitter. or nanny. or whatever satoru called that arrangement. yet, here he was, in your home and looking at you with eyes that betrayed the worry in his abdomen. how could you refuse such an offer? you couldn’t, that’s how.

“actually..could you fetch me some pads and painkillers? i’d go myself but– oh fuck.”

as another cramp seemed to stab your womb, satoru gently put his palms on the slope of your shoulders and pushed you back down onto the soft cushion of your couch. to see you so out of commission tugged at his heartstrings in way it probably shouldn’t. “say no more. you just rest. i’ll be right back.”

all you managed was an affirmative grunt and a nod of your head before satoru made his way out of your four cozy walls to fetch you some pads and painkillers.

about half an hour later, he came back with a bag of the things you asked for and some salty and sweet snacks as well as some heat patches for your lower back.

“..why’d you get so many pads? these are enough to last me a year.” a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled out item after item.

satoru shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. “you didn’t specify which pads you needed, so i asked the lady in the aisle for help. well, in the end, i wanted to be sure and bought a little bit of everything.” he filled the bowl on your coffee table with some salty chips and stole one or two chips for his own before letting you have a taste. “i think i did a good job. i made sure all of them have wings, too!”

laughter bubbled in the back of your throat and for a moment, you forgot that your uterus was made of knives – or maybe it was thanks to the painkillers you had swallowed. “yeah. you did the best job.”

when your praise went in his ear like sweet honey and you looked at him with those sweet eyes, satoru swore his heart skipped a beat under his ribs. a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long, but it wasn’t too bad. at least, it was better than the snake of worry in his tummy.

“you didn’t have to buy all these things though,” you said and turned around so satoru could reveal the skin of your lower back. with careful fingers, satoru stuck the heat patches to your skin before pulling your shirt back down.

“you’re right. i didn’t have to, but i wanted to,” satoru replied, sitting back on the couch and casually draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you a bit closer to him. “besides, you looked so miserable that i took pity on you.”

“..i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t hear the last part,” you grumbled and snuggled up to the taller man who took up half of your couch, but you didn’t mind. in fact, you appreciated the warmth he radiated and so willingly shared with you.

satoru found a piece of home as you were cuddled into his side and watched the movie running on tv. how sweet it was to have a pretty woman in his arm, finding amusement in the silly lines of the characters and eventually snoring away on his shoulder like it was where you belonged.

satoru made a mental note to come by in four weeks again when your period would start just so you’d let him cuddle you.

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[irishmammonagenda]

“What do you think you’re doing?” The Avatar of Gluttony says, uncharacteristically angry, demon form out, bhí a sciatháin ildaite ag bualadh go feargach.

You’re trembling still, the previous altercation sparking in your nerves, although, cool, refreshing relief courses through your veins as you look up at the redhaired Demon.

Beel’s eyes. That was all you could look at. You had seen a plethera of emotions painted in his purple pupils, most commonly serenity, or joy, hunger or thirst, less commonly sadness poisoned his expression, rarely anger, annoyance yes, the expression he’d make before he went on a rampage that was a mix between hunger and anger, yes. But you’d never seen the pure unbridled fury ablaze in his eyes like you were seeing right now.

Not directed at you, never at you. Rather directed at the demon who had tried to give you a beating; Beel had stumbled upon it whilst looking for his twin, and A Thiarna is a Dhia, was he furious. You shivered, it was a scary sight.

Iridescent ildaite wings buzz angrily. The air is thick, Beel runs his tongue over his fangs threateningly, staring menacingly at the demon, who, gaining its senses, flees, tail between its legs. Beel lets it run, having a longtime learned from Lucifer how to play an cluiche cleasach.

Besides, letting the demon wallow in its fear for a while would make it taste a lot better when he disposed of the threat.

He wouldn’t tell you that, though, to protect your soft, pure, sparkling human soul.

Leaving you alone with a seething Demon, you trembled. Normally, you would trust Beelzebub with your life, but the sheer power buzzing around him paired with the rage doused you in icy cold water, a strong reminder that your reisdent softy was ifnfact capable of horrors beyond you comprehension.

You whimper, Beel snaps his head towards you in an instant, the fury in his eyes softening. Suddenly, his hands are on you, pulling you into strong arms. You shake involuntarily.

Beel coos at you in a language long dead, the syllables are harsh and guttural, like waves crashing into the shore. A huge hand comes up to pet your hair, so gentle it almost hurts.

You stay there for a while, in that empty classroom, enveloped in Beel’s arms. Slowly but surely you lean into his touch, your heartrate calmed, your head resting against his muscled chest, it was silly to think even for a moment that he would hurt you, laughable even.

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dia daoibh (hello to you [plural]) grma for reading as per usual 🫶🫶, heres the meanings of the words:

‘A Thiarna is a Dhia’ (A year-nah is a Yee-ah’) is a way of saying, ‘Goodness Gracious’/‘Good God’ etc

as per usual I cant write pronounciations😔

‘An Cluiche Cleasach’ (An Clue-Heh Clah-Sa) -The Sneaky Game’, bc i have no idea how to say the long game in irish and cluiche fada sounds wrong.

Now for the big one😰:

‘bhí a sciatháin ildaite ag bualadh go feargach.’

(pronounced: Vee ah Scee-ah-han ill-dat-che egg beh-whale-oo go fair-eh-gawk’)

as per usual the ‘k’ sound in feargach is pronounced with your throat, its technically right to just pronounce it ‘k’ (like the word chick in english) but its not the way native speakers pronounce it‼️

this roughly translates to: ‘His colourful wings were flapping angrily’

bualadh comes from the verb ‘buail’ which can mean a lot of things, but paired with ‘ag’ and ‘sciatháin’ it means ‘flapping wings’

heres a photo of me trying to explain it, please ignore my handwriting i tried to make it neat😔✊

#also i have an ask im working on and im actually really enjoying writing it #for anyone wondering i like to add 🇮🇪 words in my fics/drabbles bc i can and i want to #i cant speak fluently but i can get by; i like getting to hopefully teach yousens some words and revise my own vocab #bc in my opinion languages should be shared; irish is a class language as well so (im biased) #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #omswd #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #om! beelzebub #om! beel x reader #obey me drabble

[ur-dad-satan]

Subby OM bois are my Roman Empire 😔

I need to make them beg. On their knees. Flushed. Pleading to let them cum. Damp hair and a layer of sweat painting their skin.

I want to tease Lucifer until he lets go of his pride and beg me to let him cum.

I want to edge Mammon until he's gasping for air; every touch lighter than a feather but making him jump because he's so fucking close.

I need Levi to whimper for me like the little slut I know he is. Make him look at me and just smile and watch him try to hide in overstimulation.

I need to bend Satan over and use him like a fuck toy. Put him in the cat maid outfit and make him scream.

I need to fuck Asmo till he screams. Make him cum oh so many times. I'm talking sweat covered, toe curling, eyes watering, sheet gripping, needs a minute to catch his breath, body shaking, orgasms.

I want Beel on his knees, hands behind his back, face buried between my legs. Spit dripping down his chin and onto his chest because he's such a good boy who will do anything for MC.

I need Belphie's face buried in the sheets as muffled moans and a bit of drool drip from his mouth. I need him overwhelmed and begging so loudly for me.

I need -and I cannot stress this enough- Diavolo to be in his demon form, in nothing but a thin layer of sweat, on his knees, worshipping me.

I know this is cliche, but I want to see just how much I can order Barbs around. I want to push him to his limit and see just how I can make him BEG.

For Solomon, I feel like you just need to praise him a little bit. He's already pretty subby, but just butter him up a little bit and he'll be at your every beck and call in the best way. Anything for his cute little apprentice.

I want to break Simeon in the unholiest way possible. I want to be the cause of his sin. I want to make him sweat, make him moan, make him swear. I want to have him on his knees, around my pinky. I need him in the most carnal way possible. I want him so bad.

I wish they were real 😔

#obey me smut #obey me! #obey me brothers #obey me undateables #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #hornyposting

[jadewritesficshere]

Painting

Modern!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Contains: nudes, mutual masturbation, phone sex

18+ only

Eddie flopped face down onto his mattress with a sigh. After working all day, playing at the Hideout, and then hauling all of the bands' equipment, he was wiped. He wanted nothing more then to smoke and go to sleep. His phone pinged with a notification. A contact under the name "Loser" had messaged him, causing a split second of confusion before a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized it was you (he had forgotten he changed it when high). You had been unable to come see Corroded Coffin play tonight as you had made previous plans.

Loser: How did it go?? Good?? Bad??

Loser: Was that one chick who wants to be a groupie there??

Eddie: went ok. Y u jealous?

Loser: just curious lol

Eddie: sure. Wbu?

Loser: Good! Robin and Nancy came. We had a nice dinner. We did paintings! Robin's looks better then mine. Mine looks like shit 😔 now just taking a bath and relaxing.

Eddie: show me?

Loser: lol no???

Eddie: y not? I'm sure it good

Loser: you sure?

Eddie: yes

Loser: fine

Eddie doubted your painting looked bad. You always tore yourself down, even when you did amazing things. He always wanted to throttle you, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. Eddie rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He would convince you one day that you were awesome, but until then he would just have to keep reminding you. His phone dinged with a new message from you. He opened it and saw a picture attached and-

Immediately dropped his phone. His heart picked up speed. His eyes widened and face flushed. Eddie dove for the phone as if it were a life preserver and he was drowning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He licked his lips and stared at his phone.

A picture from your neck down. Bubbles in the bath around you. Water was running down your collarbone towards your tits. Your nipples barely covered by the bubbles. One boob having no bubbles around it at all, but your hand flipping him off blocked him from seeing more. He was greedy. He wanted to see more, and had never imagined you would send him this to begin with. Eddie looked down at the tent that had formed in his boxers.

Loser: ask nicely next time 😤

Eddie groaned and his dick twitched. You had totally misunderstood him, he had wanted to see your painting- of course he was more then glad for this outcome. However, he couldn't quite unsee what you had sent, nor would he want to. Eddie reread your text. Next time means more than just this once. Means maybe he could see more. Means maybe he has a better shot with you then he thought. He already overthought things with you many times, and now his brain had just switched to overdrive.

A million thoughts ran through his head as his hand traveled south. He paused briefly," Oh fuck it." He grabbed his dick over his boxers, causing the outline to be very noticeable. He took a pic before sending it to you. He would have felt bad about not sending a message with it, but he would have sat there for ages trying to think of a response. And he couldn't find it in himself to care as he pressed lightly against his dick.

He dropped his phone on his stomach. All Eddie could think about was you as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your soap covered tits. How beautiful they looked.. He licked his hand before slowly grasping his dick and squeezing the base, causing the tip to flush more. The pressure causing him to moan. He slowly stroked up and down his length. He picked up the pace, canting his hips up to meet his hand. Part of him wanted to go slow, but the rest of him wanted to get this over with quick so he could do it again and again and again. His chest heaved and sweat started to form on his brow. A sigh fell from his lips that quickly turned to a moan at the thought of it being your hand wrapped around him. How small your hand would look on his dick. How-

His stomach tensed and he jolted as his phone started vibrating and your ringtone played. The vibrations on his lower stomach felt so good, he was tempted to let it keep playing, but the urge to hear your voice was stronger. With his free hand he grabbed the phone and answered. "H-hello?" Eddie asked, panting into the phone. "Oh fuck, Eddie," your voice higher than normal sounded like music to his ears. Eddie moaned and your response was a whimper. "Fuck babe, see what you do to me?" Eddie's voice felt like sandpaper, he was surprised he could even find words. "Uh-huh." The sound of water splashing caught Eddie's attention," holy shit. Are you touching yourself?" "Wish it were you."

Eddie's mind went fuzzy as he picked up speed. The schlick noise picking up, his mind filtering out everything except your moans. "Sound so good. Wish I was there." Eddie mumbled, feeling his tip leaking generously. He was so close. "Fuuuck Eddie I'm gonna-" your sentence was cut off with a moan and he lost it. His hips bucked without rhythm and cum spurted everywhere. He never understood the phrase of people seeing stars behind their eyes until now, but they were more like fireworks. He had never cum this much in his life, not even when he had first found porn.

He slowly came back down, a euphoric feeling enveloping him. A warmth spread in his chest as it heaved, trying to catch a breath. He looked down and saw his shirt covered with his release. Your chuckle pulled him back to earth. "Uh so that happened...so whatcha gonna do about it Munson?" He hummed," Think i should ask you for a date." "You should."

Eddie had the biggest grin when you finally got off the phone, date planned for Friday night. He looked down at your contact name before changing the s to a v. He was going to find that painting you did and make sure it hung over his bed, so he could remember this night forever.

#Eddie eventually tells you about the misunderstanding and you just become more and more embarrassed #You asked him to delete the pic out of embarrassment and he goes on and on about how it is art and how beautiful it is and refuses #He later comes back to you and tells you if you want him to delete it he will and you just laugh and tell him to keep it #He agrees tho that your painting does suck to which you say “yeah I do” and give him a pointed look and he doesn't catch on #Until you huff and grab him and look him in the eyes and flat out tell him what you're offering #Shoutout to my friend who did this to me (it was a clothed pic tho) and I went BRO? and immediately clarified #But it started this thought and it wouldn't shake me loose until I wrote it so here yall go #Idk how to end things and idk how to write smut so take this and do with it as you will #My dumbass over here getting too lost in my own mind to write well fjdjsls #Eddie Munson #Modern!Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x female!reader #Stranger Things #Also Eddie absolutely uses only text speech and you get frustrated with it #Jade is Talking

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hii! Mini hcs for M6 making art, how they turn out and what type of art they like the most?

I'm assuming Lucio's favourite art genre is just fanart of himself and would admire them on a daily basis 😔😔

-👾

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 making art

Julian: his creative gifting leans heavily into acting and music and dancing - anything involving a quill pen is half-legible at best. once he learns how to make artistic, edgy collages, though, it's over

Asra: they love painting. enjoys the process more than the result, especially if it involves water balloons full of neon dye, a pair of white canvas shirts, and the two of you in swimsuits and a playful mood

Nadia: she does art as far as playing the organ goes, but prefers spending her free time tinkering. that said, if it's calligraphy focused, she's unmatched. nobody wields a quill and ink like she does

Muriel: if you ask him, he'll tell you he doesn't do art. if you watch him, you'll see the carefully maintained carving tools and embroidery kit on his shelf and the steady precision typical of a true craftsman

Portia: not really into it - she enjoys admiring other people when they do it, and drawing the occasional silly Pepi doodle on her emissary documents, but she'd rather read a book or go dancing with you

Lucio: well hey, if you're going to make art of something, your greatest muse ever just so happens to be your partner, so what do you say? he'll pose! and then he'll take half the credit for the piece too

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[bitchiswild]

About You

Jennie x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst

A/n: damn 😔🤚

Requested

In a dimly lit bar, the ambient sounds of clinking glasses and murmured conversations blended with the soft strumming of a guitar. Y/n, the lead vocalist of a local band, stood on the small stage, her fingers lightly grazing the strings of her guitar. The crowd hushed as she began to sing, her voice filled with raw emotion.

"There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember," Y/n's voice resonated through the venue, capturing the attention of everyone present. The lyrics were a reflection of her own heartache, a melody that echoed the pain of a love lost. As she continued, memories of a past romance surfaced in her mind.

~~~

(past)

"What are you writing about, my love?" Jennie, her girlfriend, asked, her fingers gently caressing Y/n's shoulders. Y/n sighed contentedly at Jennie's comforting touch, looking up to meet her eyes, which were filled with adoration for the girl before her.

"I'm working on a song about you, actually. I'm calling it 'About You'," Y/n replied, a soft laugh escaping her lips. Jennie joined in, their laughter intertwining in the warmth of the moment.

"Can I hear it when you're done?" Jennie asked, her curiosity blending with a genuine interest in Y/n's creative expression.

"Of course, babe. Once I perfect it, I'll let you be the first to hear it," Y/n assured her, a radiant smile illuminating her face.

"Anything you write, Y/n, is perfect in my eyes," Jennie whispered sweetly, her words carrying a sincerity that melted Y/n's heart. The air between them filled with an unspoken understanding, a connection that went beyond the words shared. In that intimate exchange, the love they felt for each other was beautifully woven into the fabric of the moment, creating a tapestry of affection that lingered in the air.

Weeks passed, and the song "About You" evolved into a beautiful melody that resonated with the emotions Y/n harbored for Jennie. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues across the sky, Y/n invited Jennie to their cozy apartment to share the finished piece.

The room was filled with the soft strumming of Y/n's guitar as she began to sing. Jennie sat on the couch, captivated by the heartfelt lyrics that seemed to paint a vivid picture of their love story. Y/n poured her soul into every note, and as the final chord resonated, a profound silence enveloped the room.

Jennie looked at Y/n with tears shimmering in her eyes. "That was beautiful, Y/n. It's like you've captured the essence of us in every word and melody," she said, her voice filled with genuine emotion.

Y/n smiled, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and satisfaction. "I'm glad you think so. It's all about you, about us."

As the last notes hung in the air, Y/n set the guitar aside and moved closer to Jennie. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, the unspoken connection between them deepened. Jennie reached out, tenderly wiping away a tear from Y/n's cheek.

"You have a way of turning the ordinary moments into something extraordinary," Jennie confessed, her fingers gently tracing the contours of Y/n's face.

Y/n leaned in, capturing Jennie's lips in a sweet and lingering kiss. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft melody of their love lingering in the air. The song had not only become an ode to their journey but also a bridge that reconnected their hearts.

After the kiss, they held each other, savoring the warmth of the moment. "I love you, Y/n," Jennie whispered, her words echoing the sentiment expressed in the song.

"I love you too, Jennie," Y/n replied, a profound sense of completeness settling between them.

~~~

"I don't get it," I asked, confusion and heartbreak intertwined within my words. Jennie's revelation felt like a sudden plunge into icy waters, a shock that left me breathless.

"Y/n, get it in your head. You and I have different dreams," Jennie declared, her words hitting with punctuated finality.

"But... but, I thought we were each other's dream?" I stammered, my voice barely audible as the weight of her words pressed upon my chest.

"I lied. I can't be a low-ball artist's girlfriend. You won't make it out there. You've been playing in the same five bars for the past three years, and there has been no movement," Jennie uttered venomously, her words cutting through the air like shards of glass. Each syllable felt like a blow, a relentless assault on the dreams I had nurtured and believed in.

My heart shattered into fragments. Being an artist was not just a career; it was my soul's yearning. Being a singer wasn't merely a profession; it was the rhythm of my existence. And Jennie... she was my dream personified. Yet, here she was, dismantling them all with ruthless precision.

Tears welled in my eyes, betraying the depth of the pain coursing through me. Jennie noticed, her gaze faltering for a moment, a fleeting acknowledgment of the devastation she had just unleashed. "Y/n, I—" she began, an apology clawing its way out.

"No. Just leave, Jennie. Never come back," I interrupted her, my voice devoid of emotion, each word a struggle to push past the lump forming in my throat. My lips quivered as I turned away, unwilling to let her see the extent of the devastation she had wrought.

The air between us hung heavy with the shattered remnants of dreams, the echoes of love, and the profound ache of betrayal. As I walked away, the weight of her words clung to my every step, a haunting melody of heartbreak playing in the silence she left behind.

~~~

(Present)

"It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender," she continued, her eyes closed as she poured her soul into the song. The lyrics unfolded the story of her love for Jennie, the only woman who had left an indelible mark on her heart.

"I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning," Y/n's words hung in the air, expressing the ache of loneliness that accompanied Jennie's departure. The crowd listened intently, drawn into the narrative woven by the heartfelt lyrics.

In the midst of the audience, unbeknownst to Y/n, Jennie stood watching. Her gaze fixed on the stage, she felt a mix of emotions listening to the song inspired by their past. The lyrics resonated with her own journey, the sacrifices she had made to chase her dreams, leaving Y/n behind.

As Y/n continued to sing, the intensity of the moment reached its peak. The bar was silent, captivated by the emotional performance. That's when Y/n opened her eyes and, to her surprise, locked eyes with Jennie. A bittersweet realization washed over them both.

The song reached its poignant conclusion, and the crowd erupted into applause. Y/n, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected gaze, collected herself and graciously acknowledged the audience.

After the performance, as Y/n made her way off the stage, she noticed someone waiting for her backstage. It was Lisa, the new drummer of the band, accompanied by a familiar face—Jennie. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as the two approached.

"Y/n, meet my girlfriend," Lisa grinned, introducing Jennie to the bandmates.

Y/n and Jennie exchanged glances, the unspoken words of the past year hanging in the air. In that moment, surrounded by the music that once united them, they felt the possibility of a new beginning. The echoes of the song lingered, serving as a reminder that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies emerge from the symphony of life's unexpected twists and turns.

#bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #jennie kim x reader #jennie ruby jane #jennie x reader #blackpink jennie #jennie blackpink #kim jennie #blackpink fanfiction #blackpink imagines #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x reader #Spotify

[weirdcatlover1]

Luffy First Date hcs + bonus

Cw: gn reader & sfw

Only lord knows how much miscommunication it took to even get to the confession

But luffy isn't oblivious he knows what dates are, and with the help of the crew he planned a whole restaurant fancy dinner

You were surprised at first and then quickly got dressed up and left for yalls date

But luffy being luffy he obviously got you both lost and don't ask me both of yall ended up fighting for your lives while running away from marines

Don't worry tho it actually ended cute because he took you on a beetle date as an apology where you guys just went into forest and he got to yap about his favourite beetles and if your are scared of beetles or any bugs then he definitely shoved it into your face ( it's okay tho cuz he's cute)

Your dates with him will always end up going crazy and never going as planned which is really fun if you are an adventurous person.

Sometimes, you guys do have lazy days where you just lay on top of each other in comfortable silence ( yes, he can do that)

His favourite was when you guys ended up in a carnival, and you guys went on to those round roller coasters that move slowly and don't ask me how but it ended up breaking and it rolled onto the streets for a couple of blocks while yall were still on it

I cannot exaggerate enough about the beetle dates. Honestly, he will come to you while you're doing your hobby and will be super curious and would want to participate

He is such a physical touch type of guy and I mean he will be CLINGING on to you 24/7 and honestly might as well as become a kangaroo and have a little pouch for him because he will be trying to mold himself into you <3

I can just imagine you and luffy to making forts in the most randomest places and just chilling there and cuddling in your pillow fortress until the crew comes to join, and you all watch a movie together

I can also imagine water painting dates (plz keep the water away from him so he doesn't accidentally drink it) where he just uses his fingers and draws the chibi kinda demonic version of the crew

Your first kiss happens when you're just yapping while he's staring at you mesmerised, and he asks randomly, " Can I kiss you?" And you're taking off guard, but say yes, and you share a cute but short kiss <33

I headcannon that luffy can go crazy on the dance machine lol, but don't expect him to be elegant ^_^

A/n: That was my first fic ever, so I help you readers like it 😊 and no, I don't take constructive criticism because I will cry 😔/j unless it's from a friend also I plan to do this with other op characters so just wait ^_^

#luffy x reader #op x reader #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy headcanons #op headcanons #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs

[dearshelby]

Reddish marks | A.S

Summary: You're an artist and Alfie is your favorite canvas.

A/N: I can't believe my first Alfie fic is 600 words of pure thirst 😔 it's not smut btw, just spicey and this wasn't proofread

The sun hadn't shone in Margate yet when water sounds woke you up. Differently from the waves in the sea, the noise was closer and you quickly realized what it was, the sink in the bathroom.

Stretching your arm, you touch Alfie's side of the mattress, cold and neat, meaning he hadn't come to bed yet. Since you moved out of Camden town he'd been reducing his working hours, but his rare absences during the night still bothered you.

You walked to the bathroom slowly, dragging your sleepy body through the hallways until you met him and the view you had was delightful.

Alfie stood in front of the mirror with a switchblade in hand, shirtless, trimming his beard, some trickles of water in his body hair told you he just had a shower. His green eyes soon met your figure.

"There you are, love, help me with my nape," he handed you the blade.

In silence, you trimmed the line of his hair, cleaning the few remaining pieces with paper. His skin quickly turned red with the friction and you chuckled at the irony, Alfie was a tough man and yet his skin was terribly sensitive.

Giving him the switchblade back, you wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him close, his skin stuck to yours and you nuzzled at the back of his neck, next pressing a warm kiss to the spot.

"No, don't start with it," he complained, "I need focus,"

"So focus," you whispered, gently biting his shoulder.

Alfie huffed, continuing to work on his beard, in the meantime you ran your hands from his stomach up to his chest, feeling his scars on your palms. A shiver ran down his spine as your lips attached to between his shoulder blades, sucking a red spot. His jaw clenched, but he remained unreducible.

Lowering your head, you dragged your teeth along his broad shoulders, leaving a red trail on his skin. From behind, you slowly cup his jaw, Alfie put the blade down and watched you through the mirror.

"Fucking hell, can't give me a second, can ya?" he cursed, but you could sense the humor in his voice.

Your hands met his waist squeezing his flesh, that was enough to make him turn to you, holding your wrists in his calloused hands. His attentive eyes soon met the tiny paint marks on your forearm.

"Green?" he arched his eyebrows.

"Your eyes are really hard to capture," you explained, "to fit all of that into one dimension,"

"Matter of fact?" he rhetorically asked and you giggled.

Getting rid of his grip, your nails immediately met his chest scratching spiraling patterns at the same time you kissed his neck. Alfie's breath got heavy and he wasted no time in lifting your nightgown.

However, you held his hand, determined to finish your job before letting him bed you. His grip then moved to your face, squeezing your cheeks together, holding his wrist you bit the skin between his thumb and forefinger, next to his crown tattoo. The fact you had the king of Camden town under your mercy, or at least something near it, was a huge boost to your ego.

The cold feeling of his rings on your skin traveled straight to your core, a tiny moan left your lips as Alfie's hand gently wrapped around your throat.

"Are you done?" he asked.

Stepping away from him, you admire your work of art with a huge grin. Reddish marks covered his body, his pupils were dilated with desire and didn't leave your figure for a second at least, not to mention the obvious bulge in his trousers. You'd dare say the sight was one of your best works.

"Uhm?" he huffed again.

"I thought you were trimming your beard and needed focus," you teased.

"Yeah, well," he grabbed your wrist guiding you to the bedroom, "I've set another priority to focus on now!"

MASTERLIST

#alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic