#will I ever draw him with a shirt on again is the real question here

[im-no-jedi]

I uhh think he would look good with a beard just sayin’ 👀

(totally got inspired by this, big surprise 😋)

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #sergeant hunter #hunter tbb #tbb hunter #not my Hunter this time but uhh #y'all KNOW I'm making this canon in MLWTBB now hahaha #will I ever draw him with a shirt on again is the real question here #jury's out on that one ROFL #my dark and broody bandana man #star warz #my artz

[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 4

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 5

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Slowburn romance)

Description: Reader realizes her growing feelings for her traveling companion in Filly.

Notes: Okay, so I am SO proud of this part. Please let me know what you guys think. 

TW: Kinda angsty at the end.

"Find somethin' to do," Cooper says as he makes himself comfortable on a chair, watching the store across from him carefully. 

I huffed and crossed my arms before looking around. "A new shirt would be nice." I thought to myself as I looked down at my mud-covered clothing.

"You got any extra caps?" I asked, leaning up against the side of his chair.

"No." He responds shortly. 

I hummed in response. Just as I started to walk away I felt him grab my wrist, "Don't get into any trouble darlin'." He said, smirking, "Wouldn't want a repeat of last time. You'll scare away my target." 

Embarrassment crept up into my cheeks, "I'll be good." I mumbled. I was not sure If I was telling that to myself or him. Probably both to be honest, but it seemed to satisfy him as he let go of my arm. The last thing I wanted to do was mess up this job for him. He was finally warming up to me, and the idea of ruining that ate at the back of my mind.

Filly was an interesting town. It was packed to the brim with fiends and travelers alike. I couldn't help the nervousness that settled in my stomach as I got farther and farther away from my newfound companion. I felt safe with him, safer than I have ever felt in my life. Most people would think that strange. Safe with a ghoul? I thought back to the man who called me a freak for being with the ghoul as I blushed. He thought we were together. A couple. Butterflies found their way into my stomach as I thought about the possibility. Romance was something that I never thought I would experience beyond the tattered books my brother got me from a wandering trader.

"Stop being stupid, Y/n. He doesn't want you." I thought to myself.

Without any caps, I decided to find a place to sit and lay low. I was determined to stay out of trouble, so I found a nice tree to sit up against while I watched all the people go by. I found watching all the different kinds of people walk through extremely interesting. All different types of hair colors, hairstyles, clothing, and weapons. Not to mention odd couples, siblings, and partners. All the new experiences were overwhelming. I found myself sitting there watching for longer than expected. After I had my fill, I got up from the tree and started heading back to Cooper. 

"Right where I left you," I said to myself as his sitting form became clear. He had his hat covering most of his face, I assumed it was to avoid detection. The last town made it very clear that ghouls were not welcome.

As I made my over to him I saw his head tilt and his eyes peer up at me from under his hat. I smiled at him, "No trouble here."

He snorted in response as his eyes flickered over to the men wrestling each other across the way. "You might be the only one darlin'."

I leaned up against his chair again, letting some weight off of my feet. "My feet are-" I start to say before a person caught my eye. Her unique outfit and soft hair made her stand out from the rest of the crowd. 

"A vaultie," Cooper responds, anticipating my question before it even forms.

"Those are real?" I gasp before leaning forward, wanting to get closer to her. 

"Yeah, they are real." Cooper sighed as his hand shot back up to my arm. "Don't talk to her."

I frown but I keep quiet as I continue to watch her. He then kicked my foot gently to draw my attention back to him. "I mean it, darlin'."

"Fine," I say sighing as she disappears into the shop across the way. I felt sadness creep into my stomach as his hand dropped down to his lap and went back to fiddling with an empty Jet bottle. The butterflies from earlier returned as I thought about his touch. I bit my lip as I stared up at the sky.

"What has gotten into me?" I thought to myself.

We stayed there in silence for some time before a man and a dog came into town, making his way to the same shop the vaultie was in. I recognized him from the drawing. It was the bounty. I shifted in anticipation as he started making conversation with the vaultie at the front door.

"So now what?" I whispered, excitement laced in my voice. 

"Now... you find somewhere to hide," Cooper said back. "And you don't come out till' I say so, got it?"

I frowned, confused. "Hide?" 

"They ain't gonna let me just take him, darlin'." He responded, shifting in his seat as he readied for action.

The implication was clear. There was going to be another shootout. Not only was I unarmed, but I was unfamiliar with weapons altogether. Hiding was definitely the best course of action for me. 

"Right," I said as I looked around before making my way behind one of the buildings.

Once I was finally out of view I heard Cooper's familiar voice, "Whilzig!" He shouted.

I peeked around the corner to see him walking up to the bounty. At this point, they were too far away for me to hear. I could tell that the people of the town now saw him for what he was as all eyes were on him, a ghoul. "That is a lot of people." I thought to myself. I was starting to worry.

"Now last night a bounty came in through all six agencies!" He shouted again. 

I whipped back around and pressed myself to the building taking deep breaths as I tried to tamp down the panic in my chest. Once the first gunshot rang out I could hear the townspeople scrambling. "Maybe no one will give him any trouble?" I thought to myself. I was being naive again, but I didn't care.

"I got a thousand bottle caps for whoever kills that fucker!" I heard a woman scream out. "But you don't get shit if I kill him first."

"Shit," I whispered. I took one last deep breath before I peeked back around the building. I watched as Cooper moved in a circle, taking count of all the men lining up to fight for those caps. Our eyes met for a moment. While my eyes were filled with fear, his eyes were filled with confidence. He gave me a small smirk before continuing to circle around, waiting for someone to be brave enough to take a shot. 

Once the shots started, all hell broke loose. I could hear wood breaking and bodies being thrown. Some of the ammunition even made its way through the buildings and out the other side. 

In defense, I curled up in a ball on the ground. I was so worried about him that I didn't even realize that I could be shot too.

When there was a brief pause in gunfire, I fought the temptation to look out again. "Don't come out till I say so." His words echoed in my head.

As the shots started up again, I felt something pierce my arm. I fought the urge to shout in pain as tears started to run down my face. One of the men's shots went through the building and into my arm. I look down to see a nail and some wood splinters sticking out of me. 

"Fuck." I whimpered as I cradled the wound trying to take deep breaths.

As I did my best to steady my breathing I heard a robotic voice say, "She said stand down ghoul."

I look around the corner to see a knight making his way towards Cooper, "Knight Titus of the Brotherhood of Steel. Stand down, or be cut down."

I couldn't hear Cooper's response, but I saw a look of disbelief and amusement on his face. 

"Just do what he says, please," I whisper to myself. "Cooper." Just as I finish saying his name he lifts his gun at the girl and the knight makes a run towards her, jumping in front of her to take the bullet. 

I squeeze my teary eyes together as I turn back around. If Cooper was going to be killed by this knight. I didn't want to see it. 

Gunshots rang out again, this time it was just Cooper and the knight. To distract myself I looked back down at my arm, still bleeding. I had no idea what to do so I decided to pull the nail out. I took a deep breath in anticipation before giving it a good, hard yank. I couldn't help the loud cry that escaped my mouth. At the same time, I heard a body fly into some wood nearby. "It's not Cooper, it's not Cooper," I repeated over and over again as I fussed over my arm. 

"Well, I'd say come up here and get me, but it's hard to walk upstairs while wearing a 12-piece cast-iron skillet set." Cooper chuckled.

Relief flooded my body when I heard his voice. The sudden sounds of bullets, explosions, and crashing filled my ears. I closed my eyes tight as I waited for it all to stop.

Eventually, I heard the knight flying overheard, clearly having lost control of his suit. It was over. 

"Y/n?" I heard Cooper yell out. 

I unsteadily got up on my feet and shuffled out from behind the building, still cradling my arm. "I am here."

As his eyes raked me over and stopped at my arm a look of concern washed over his face. He jogged over to take a closer look.

"I'm okay." I try and convince him as he gently touches my wound. 

"Those crocodile tears suggest otherwise, sugar." Cooper responds, giving me a small smile. "Let's find you a stimpack."

I nod my head as he wraps his arm protectively around me and guides me towards the shop. He only lets go when we reach the dog, wounded and whining on the ground. He gently picks it up and brings it into the shop with us. After putting the dog down on the table, he starts to rummage through the junk in the shop. 

"There's gotta be one around here somewhere." He mumbles. 

Between sniffles I say, "When you find one, give it to the dog."

He lets out a small chuckle as he finally finds what he's looking for. "Well lucky for us I found two."

"And the bounty?" I ask as he makes his way towards me.

"Ah, I'll get him," Cooper says, brushing off my concerns before he quickly stabs me with the needle.

"Ouch!" I whine as he rubs my arm while shushing me.

"You are okay, Darlin'." He coos.

"The dog-" I start.

"I got the dog." Cooper interrupts before giving the dog the other stimpack, petting his head gently. A smile erupts across his face as the dog pops up, immediately feeling better. "There."

I smile wide as I watch him with the dog. "You like dogs."

He looks over at me still smiling as his eyes flicker over to my arm. The wound was healed and I am no longer cradling it, the pain completely gone. "Feelin' better?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

All the feelings I had experienced during the shootout came flooding back to me as my smile faded. I felt overwhelmed with sadness, fear, and relief. "I-" I started as tears filled my eyes. 

"I was so worried about you!" I cried out as I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him. 

Faster than it took to wrap my arms around him, I felt him rip me off. He dug his fingers into my shoulders as he held me at arm's length, shaking me gently. "Don't." He said sternly.

Embarrassment washed over me as I stared down at my feet. "I-"

"Just, don't." He interrupted, sighing before releasing me. "We will wait here until nightfall and then we'll follow Whilzig's trail. See if you can find anything useful around here while we wait."

"Okay," I whispered in response before shuffling to the other end of the store. The rejection stung so deeply that I could barely focus on what I was looking at. Right when he started to warm up to me, I ruined it.

tag list: @msrawog @valdemarismynonbinarylove @topiramateagreeable @whizbang-cap @sitkafay

#cooper howard #the ghoul fallout #cooper howard x reader #fallout #fallout tv series #the ghoul x reader

[blackleatherjacketz]

Good With All Three

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only!, NSFW, Explicit Smut, I horny-watched this movie, so I horny-wrote this story, I make no apologies!, Never Have I Ever, Alcohol, Kissing, Ari’s Magnetizing Gaze, Hands, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink (for him), Multiple Orgasms

Summary: You and Ari play a late night game of Never Have I Ever and things get very hands-on very quickly.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @bullet-prooflove​ @skittle479​ @letsby​

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“Never have I ever had sex in public.” Ari’s prompt leaves his lips as they curl into a smirk, their rosy color masked by the green beer bottle he nearly empties as he leans back in his seat, patiently awaiting your answer.

His questions continue to grow bolder with each sip he takes, ranging from ‘never have I eaten an insect’ to ‘never have I kissed a man’, and now to this. His eyes linger on yours a little bit longer as he draws the last few drops from his bottle, almost as if he can read your thoughts as soon as they darken. He holds your gaze until it finally breaks, venturing down to the patch of chest hair peeking out through his loosely buttoned collar.

You try your best not to envision him shirtless as you finally relent and take a defeated sip of your beer, giving yourself away.

“No shit?” He grins from ear to ear, setting his bottle down before quickly running his hands through his auburn locks. “I’m surprised.”

“Oh, really? Like you haven’t?” Surely someone as confident and attractive as Ari has ended up in a similar situation with someone in the past.

He shakes his head, sitting back up in his seat. “Too risky.” He grasps onto his bottle, examining its empty contents with a regretful sigh. “Gotta keep a low profile.”

“That makes sense.” You pause and think back on your experience in a JC Penny fitting room with your college boyfriend, remembering it with less fondness than you care to admit. “Mine was a long time ago, anyways.” You spin the base of your bottle between your fingers as one last drink swishes around inside it. “Back before all this.”

“Was it fun, at least?” He leans forward with an elbow on the table, a strand of hair falling in front of his eyes as his bottle nearly touches yours. “The thrill of it?”

You shrug your shoulders. “A little. It wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be, though.” You pretend not to notice as his knuckles brush against yours.

“Really? Why not?” His eyes have you again, the dim lighting of your fake resort matching them with the light blue denim of his shirt.

“It was a confined space, and even when he didn’t have that as an excuse… like most guys with big dicks, he didn’t really know how to use it.”

Ari gawks at you with genuine surprise, his eyebrows jumping up into his hairline as they wrinkle his forehead. “Has that been your general experience, or just with him?”

“Mostly everyone. They tend to rely on it too much, you know? And they aren’t very good with their hands or mouths, either.” You consider going into more detail about your past lovers but decide against it, the way he’s looking at you right now suggests a desire for more than historical knowledge.

“That’s a real shame.” He leans in close to you, barely whispering as the top two buttons of his shirt openly reveal his perfectly sculpted chest. “Because I’m big, and I’m pretty good with all three.”

Jesus Christ. He just came out and said it, didn’t he?

You blink a few times to properly register his words, a newfound heat brewing in your belly as you try your best to form a coherent thought. “A little cocky, aren’t we?” You manage to tease, your body picking up on his signals before your brain has the time to talk yourself out of it.

“More than a little.” He bites his lip and touches your knee with his fingertips, his thumb sliding swiftly beneath it. He grins as you try to stifle a gasp, the sudden act of intimacy shocking your touch-starved skin to the core as he gently encases your knee with his palm. He watches intently as you allow him to touch you, silently granting him permission to continue onward as you spread your legs even further apart.

“You don’t think women have lied to spare your feelings just because you’re hot?” You swallow hard and try to focus on the conversation as his hand ventures even further up your thigh, taking his time to close the gap between you.

“You think I’m hot?” He pushes the pads of his fingers toward your center, pressing them into your muscles as his thumb tickles the fine hair on the underside of your thigh.

“Maybe,” you whisper, just now noticing the rings of olive green that surround his pupils.

“Maybe?” He smiles, squeezing the bulk of your thigh as his thumb reaches the hem of your swimsuit. “I’m gonna need you to tell me the truth.” His tone shifts from playful to stern in a matter of seconds, tightening the muscles in your abdomen as he smooths his hand up your pelvis. “You think you can do that for me?” He brushes his thumb underneath the polyester just long enough to skim over your sensitive area.

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“I don’t want you to lie to me like all the other guys you’ve fucked.” He finds the tie on the side of your bikini bottom, pulling on the string that holds it together.

“Okay,” you start, trying your best not to hold your breath as his fingers warm your skin. “I definitely think you’re hot.”

“That’s good.” He unfastens the bow on your hip, his other hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as the back of your swimsuit falls onto the seat of your chair. “I think you’re hot, too.” He moves his hand across your hips to the opposite bow, unfastening it in nearly half the time. “Now if only there was a way we could solve both of our problems.”

“If only,” you whisper. You look down and watch him pull the unfastened swimwear off your body, instinctively scooting to the edge of your seat as his skilled fingers find themselves between your folds before you even have a chance to ask.

“Can you be honest?” He curls a finger under your chin and forces you to look up at him, spreading your other lips apart before teasing your clit with his index finger.

“Yes,” you nod your head as he deepens his touch, rubbing it up and down as your moisture begins to collect beneath it.

“Promise me you won’t fake it?” He looks down at his hand for a split second as he sends tiny little pulses of pleasure into your skin, smirking as your breath stills in your chest.

“I promise.” You can barely speak, his intense eye contact and skilled fingers quickly proving your theory wrong as each upward motion intensifies the bliss shooting up into your core.

“I don’t want you to worry about hurting my feelings.” He moves his fingers down the length of your folds, gliding them easily inside your walls as he cradles the back of your head, his lips merely inches from yours. “I can take it.”

“Okay,” you moan into the space between you, grasping onto the loose denim of his shirt as he pushes his digits in even deeper, his knuckles now flush against your skin.

“Tell me what you want.” He reiterates, curling his fingers up and toward him, pressing against that bundle of nerves in order to pull you in closer like a fish on a hook. The legs of your chair screech across the tile floor, almost deafening the both of you as he draws you near, your entire body taking the bait as he repeats the motion over again. “Tell me.”

“I need you to touch me here.” You reach your hand down and grab his thumb, lifting it up and placing it on your clit.

He smiles at your instruction, doing as he’s told before finally leaning in to close the gap between your lips. That stale, faint flavor of beer mixes in with the sea salt still on his skin as you breathe him in, savoring his lips and tongue as they explore your mouth with more fervor than any other lover you could bother to remember. That moan of yours turns into a needy whine as he presses on that special spot from both ends, massaging you from the inside out as his thumb sends signals of immeasurable ecstasy up through your spine and into your brain.

He kisses his way down your lips and chin, his beard scratching your jawline as he moans in return against you, reacting to your silky walls clenching down around his fingers. His mouth leaves a trail of fire down your neck and shoulders, his tongue and lips marking nearly every inch of your chest and stomach with his saliva until he pushes his own chair backward while getting onto his knees.

Instead of pulling his fingers out of you, he keeps his steady rhythm going inside your slick. He looks up at you with intermittent glances of salacious pride as he presses his lips against your inner thighs, sucking scattered bruises into both of them as you softly moan his name. “I don’t want you to say my name again until you come, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, running your hands through his hair as he lifts your leg over his shoulder before diving in completely.

Every bold claim he's made up until now proves to be more than true as he licks a tantalizing stripe up each side of your dripping wet length. He slows his fingers’ pace inside of you, removing his thumb from that special spot only to quickly replace it with his hungry mouth. You try not to sigh too loudly as he laps you up, those eyes of his glancing up from time to time through strands of hair that fall in front of his face as his tongue flicks up and down in a delicately delicious pattern. A mixture of short and long strokes sends signals of euphoria throughout your body, like dots and dashes on the telegraph sending a complete and layered message into your brain until it reaches every inch of your fingers and toes, curling them in on themselves in sheer delight.

You grab a fistful of his hair as you feel yourself shudder, locking onto his eyes as he doubles down, tasting every bit of your flesh as your inner walls clamp down around his knuckles like a vice. You tug on his scalp, holding his head in place as you ride out your orgasm with his name on your lips, gyrating your hips against the tip of his nose as he continues to devour you like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“Ari!” You finally cry out as the pleasure nearly encompasses you entirely, wreaking so much havoc on your nerves and skin that you’re unsure if you can physically tolerate any more of it. Without thinking, you lift your leg up even further as he refuses to relent, planting it on his shoulder before kicking him off of you and onto the floor.

“How am I doing so far?” He laughs, smirking as he lands backward onto his elbows, the light reflecting off of the clear coat of your arousal on his lips and beard.

“Jesus,” you start, unable to stop your body from shivering in the aftershock as he looks at you like that. “I mean… good, you’re doing good.”

“You’re not lying, are you?” He stands up from his spot on the floor and runs a hand through his hair, his erection more than prominent in his jeans as he approaches you.

Good god, you almost forgot about that part.

“No,” you admit, catching your breath as your muscles continue to shake. “Not after that.”

“I believe you.” He takes your hand and helps you up onto your wobbly feet, walking with you almost as if the two of you are dancing before picking you up and setting you down onto the dinner table in one fluid motion. Your weight pulls against the tablecloth, clinking the dishes together before Ari pushes them out of the way to make room for what he’s about to do.

You can’t help but keep your legs spread apart as he steps in between them, your palm finding its way down his chest and over his clothed cock before unfastening his jeans to finally reveal what’s underneath. “Holy shit.” Your mouth falls open as his dick springs up from the denim you pull down around his thighs, its length and girth more than matching the level of confidence he always seems to have.

“I told you.” He raises his eyebrows before leaning down to kiss your lips again, the tangy flavor of your cunt spreading to each and every one of your taste buds as he brushes his tongue against yours. You savor your own personal zest until you feel him smile and pull away, looking down and spitting on his palm to stroke himself. He grins as you watch him work on himself, cupping his head a few times before noticing your jaw dropping on the floor. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.”

You laugh in utter disbelief as he lines himself up with your opening, gliding the head of his cock over your clit a few more times just to watch you squirm as a deep, guttural moan brews in his chest. He finally decides to push himself in, that moan leaving his lips in little more than a whisper as he begins to fill you up, stretching your velvety walls to capacity. His breath hitches as he disappears between your folds, guiding himself in deeper with more ease than you thought was humanly possible before he eventually bottoms out.

You whine as he holds himself there for a minute, glancing up at you to make sure you’re okay before taking his time to pull out and thrust back into you, giving your muscles room to adjust before he starts chasing his own pleasure. He lets go of himself as he rocks into you, cradling the back of your head as the wooden table beneath you creaks louder with each consecutive movement of his hips. He keeps his other hand on your hip, holding you in place as he drills himself into you, breathing heavily into your kiss as trails of sweat drip down his chest, soaking little droplets onto the fabric of his shirt.

He growls against your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as possible as he feeds your body with a visceral pleasure you weren’t entirely sure existed until now. Keening against him as he continues to fill you up, your overstimulated flesh tightens around him in a rapturous wave that seems to flood your senses even more than it had before. You can feel it rush its way through you, seizing every muscle in your entire body as it squeezes the release right out of him, forcing him to twitch and spasm into your blissful heat. He grunts with his last push inside of you, grabbing onto your ass to get as deep as he can, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as he coats your inner walls with his orgasm.

He kisses your lips and forehead as he sputters inside of you, keeping himself between your legs as he memorizes how good the sensation of your muscles feels around him before slowly pulling out. “Did I…,” he runs a hand through your hair as he catches his breath, all the blood rushing up to his lips and cheeks. “Did I change your mind?”

“Yeah,” you manage to whisper, continuing to hold him close. “Yeah, you did.”

#Chris Evans #Ari Levinson #Ari levinson x reader #Ari Levinson Imagine #Ari Levinson x You #The Red Dea Diving Resort #chris evans fan fiction #ari levinson fanfiction

[kuroshokami]

Make it, make out.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x Fem! Reader.

You can't resist him, and he can't hold back from you either.

Tags: highly suggestive, fluff, comfort.

🌙 - To my dear Lyn @koumeowkami happiest birthday! 💜 I told you I'd try to write something a lil bit more heated with Kanata for your birthday and here it is. I'm afraid my writing isn't the best here, but I still hope it's somewhat enjoyable to you! You'll find this posted to my ao3 as well. ilysm <3

(I tried to include some Mitsuki references and a dear vocalist one too hehe I hope you like it!!)

The vibrant purple of dusk and artificial lighting mixes with the curve of his lips.

To you, he had always been beautiful; an angel with a shattered halo, whose tainted wings still wrapped around you protectively.

Right now, however, he reminds you more of a devil’s temptation.

His eyes of lavender nights are starry, a sort of blue flame dancing in them, the adrenaline of coming up with a new song still pumping through his veins, despite his… usually grumpy demeanor; his smile is the edge of the sharp moon he sometimes resembled, pointy canines showing in the inevitable tilt of his cheeks.

Right now, your lover is shining, a radiant star drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

And you’d gladly burn for him.

And if you keep staring at him, you just might.

The racket of a passing train momentarily pulls you out of your daze, the biting wind its stella leaves behind making the subway station all too real again.

Despite it not being an objectively pleasing place to find yourself in, you found a sense of comfort in it.

Perhaps it was the inherent oldness that came with it, graffiti littered walls telling endless stories, some of them still being written with the passing of that corporate worker carrying a briefcase, or that busy student that rushed past every morning, wishing life was easier.

Of course, this place, the trains, these walls, witness your story too. Only they know the desire in your heart when you look at him, and the erratic telltale pace of your infatuated heart.

You squeeze his hand now, tugging on it, a silent plea to retreat to a less conspicuous place.

He turns towards you, head tilted to the side, an answer to your unspoken question.

And because it’s you, he lets himself be guided to the violet shadows of this underground tunnel.

“Kanata…” You utter, a whisper lost in the loudness of train tracks, your lips on his, temporarily concealed by the train you two should have taken.

He burns. His cheeks, his lips, his heart.

And even if he was not one for public displays of affection, cozmez’s composer loves the sting of your searing mouth.

His hands go around your waist, finding hold on the skin right above your hips as he tilts his face to the side. Your hands are in his hair, slightly tugging on the silky lavender strands.

If it was on you, you’d let yourself be fully consumed by this moment, a dying star in bloom, prying eyes and judging stares be damned.

And Kanata would too.

But you are his alone. He doesn’t want this beautiful flame to be witnessed, snuffed or blown away before his eyes.

“Fuck…” Your boyfriend lets out, tone hoarse, like you adored it during his fast verses or in the quiet of shared mornings. “[Y/n]... Wait… Let’s go home… And continue there…” He manages, in between your teeth sinking on his lips.

Reluctantly, you pull away, pupils blown wide, lilac stars in your eyes as you take his pretty face in.

No train ride had ever felt so eternal.

—

The beat up door of Kanata’s apartment shuts with a careless clang, your back slamming against it as your partner’s hand rests beside your head, the other sneaking under the shirt you borrowed from him, in ways that were less than holy.

Utterances of his name leave your lips, skin flushed in the shades his mouth trails from your jawline to your collarbones, your head thrown back in starry bliss. 

You chase after his lips desperately, fumbling with the fabric of his jacket, as your fingertips trace the lean muscles his black tank top leaves exposed.

Kanata lets out a groan the moment you tug on the elastic holding his hair back in a half up bun, both of his hands cupping your face now.

You can feel the softness of them, even if he didn’t really take special care of his skin.

“Need you…” He mutters, forehead touching yours. The sweaty strands of his hair stick to your own face, you, burning up as much as he is. 

A string of saliva joins your lips even in parting.

You want more.

You need more of him, him, him.

And he does too.

No words are needed before your legs wrap around your angel’s waist, as his hands firmly scoop your thighs.

You relish in the sweet little whimpers and groans leaving Kanata’s lips, for anticipation beats with every pound of your heart against your ribcage.

You know you���re going to be the one screaming his name the moment he lays you down over his makeshift bed.

Hands you had held endless times as tears used to stream down his cheeks on nights where all he knew was a dark empty world, waste no time slipping your (actually his) t-shirt over your head.

Fallen roses bloom on the contours of your black, lacy, bra with every nibble and bite of Kanata’s small fangs over your skin.

And you know he’s entirely, irrevocably, consumed by frenzied addiction; the pull of you, him, afloat in nightly waves commanded by every curve of you his lips graze.

Like a starry sea with smokey clouds dimming its moon, you momentarily look away from your lover.

“Kanata…” You begin, with him hovering over you, arms on each side of you. “I…” Tears of stardust cling to your lashes, pieces of a shooting star over fields of violet. 

His eyes widen in worry. Did he hurt you? Is anyone after you?

One of your arms reached out, fingers tangling in the silken locks of his bangs.

“You did perfect,” You reassure him, detecting his state of alert. “But am I… good enough?” Your voice cracks a little, remnants of a shattered crescent in the tears staining your pretty face.

“What are you saying?” He frowns.

To Kanata, you were moonshine filtering through the cracks of his foggy window on starless nights. You are one of his main reasons to wake up every day, yours is the hand he reaches for when sunrise arrives.

Now it’s him returning the affectionate gesture from before, fingers brushing your brow as he combs your fringe away.

“Shut up…” He lets out. Soft, not his usual pouty answer when you teased him. “You’re more than enough, you’re my everything.” Are the words whispered in the starlit space between you.

The angel’s invisible wings wrap around you; a tight embrace, his protective arms circling you like a warm lit halo.

A few seconds pass.

Flecks of amethyst dance between your gazes.

In a world gone wrong, you found each other’s melodies.

Maybe just for once, the fates were on your side.

He kisses you again.

His arms never letting you go.

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #paralive imagines #paralive #paralive x reader #pararai #prri #kanata yatonokami #kanata yatonokami x reader #kanata x reader #paradox live fanfiction #paradox live headcanons #paradox live imagines #paradox live cozmez #cozmez #paradox live the animation #hailey writes

[kingdomofred]

Burn & Burn Again (Male Yandere!Writer x GN!Reader)

feat. Sun Vasileiou Nevrakis

♡ pt.4, approx. 1.3k words | prev. | next.

♡ post-specific warnings: slight NSFW content, heavy making out, reader's mind is in the gutter and will probably never make it out | series warnings: yandere themes, reader is a horrendous flirt

♡ a/n: this is purely a work of fiction. yandere behaviour in real life is a cause of concern. unedited, not proofread.

♡♡♡

Sinful. Absolutely fucking sinful. You understood, by all means, one should be comfortable in their own home, but wasn't he being a bit too comfortable? At least in front of you. You didn't know where to put your eyes, just that they surely wouldn't be leaving his body anytime soon.

He'd gone to change and then he said an idea struck him, and now he was sitting on the sofa, a meal made all for you with those sexy glasses and that sexy pen hanging from between his plump lips. No, they weren't sexy, it was him.

Sun shifted, leaning forward and writing something in his notebook. The look you got down his loose shirt had you feeling hot, and you'd found your favourite angle of him to look at for the rest of your life. His wrist flicked, looped cursive, black ink and bulging veins. Hands had never looked hotter to you. You wondered what they'd look like wrapped around your-

“A picture would last longer,” The tone of his voice, the smirk he sent you — he knew what he was doing.

You gulped. “I thought you didn't want me taking any pictures of you.”

He finished whatever he was noting down, then leaned forward further and whispered, sultry, “from the neck down, just for your eyes, I'm making the exception.”

Your blood cells would put sound to shame at the speed they were rushing south.

“Honestly, though,” Sun continued, straightening and removing his glasses to place next to his notebook and pen on the table, “I'd rather you draw me like one of your French girls.”

“You want-”

“I'll put it up next to that one.” Sun grinned, and you turned to look over your shoulder to what he'd pointed at. Oh. He really had framed the one from the café.

You'd wanted to ask him when he would be available to model for you, but you didn't really manage to pose the question when he'd just picked up his things and disappeared into another room. When you didn't follow after him, not wanting to intrude in his home, he called your name softly. You could swear there was a tantalising edge to it, but then again, you didn't really trust the way your mind could interpret things when you were very obviously horny and couldn't think straight. To be fair, you didn't trust your brain even when it was working optimally. Too many a time, it only caused you problems.

Sun was in the kitchen, larger than the whole first floor of your place, opening drawers and closing others, getting things out. You didn't bother trying to speak, your eyes just tracked him. His pretty eyes that were focused elsewhere, beauty marks mottled on his cheek, the way he bit his lip and pulled the skin from it and the blood that beaded as a result. You wanted to lap it up, smear it across his jaw and down, to where light and shadow hit his jugular, and sink your teeth into his flesh. He glanced at you, tucked some hair behind his ear and smiled like he knew what you were thinking.

“Coffee?”

No. Not coffee. You wanted him. You wanted him on that very counter. You wanted to rip off his shirt, the one that had been distracting you ever since he put it on, that bunched at his hips and exposed his collarbones. You wanted to kiss him senseless and make him cry, make him beg for you.

“Y/N?”

You hadn't even registered your feet crossing the distance until you heard his voice in your ear. Here he was, backed up with you so close against him. You were practically breathing the same air, but he didn't seem too bothered by it. Faintly, you thought you saw the same darkness as yours flicker behind his eyes, too. You wondered if he had it just as bad as you. Wondered if more than lust, it was obsession behind those honeyed browns.

You didn't ask before you did it. You anyway had to reach up for him, had to stand on the tips of your toes and grab his shoulder for support. He was leaning down, into you, so you didn't ask. The blood on his lips pooled, and you drank it down with everything else that was Sun.

He moaned, and wrapped his arms around your neck. Even the tang of metal was tasteless, overshadowed by the surge in your brain. You'd never been so entirely consumed by someone whilst you yourself were devouring them; everything you took felt like it was being stolen right back from you.

Every press, every lick, every touch. Not akin to melting and more like realising yourself. Who you were, was all up against his solid lines. Pushing and pushing because it was the pressure that was answering questions you'd never asked. Telling you that you were real, now that you knew what being real felt like.

Sun pulled away first, and the burn in your lungs flared.

“Y/N…” he said your name again, with the lips you'd just been on, and now every syllable sounded different. They sounded like they were yours.

“Let me.” Your chest heaved. You wouldn't ever get your breath back. Not from this. “Let me have you, Sun. Let me take you. Higher, to a place that's only mine and yours.”

His gaze was trained on yours, and you were in no state to differentiate apprehension from desire. All you knew was that he was closing that gap again, and your bones would build flesh and skin from it.

One of your hands splayed beneath Sun's shirt and it felt like it was searing from his warmth. You could've pulled away. Instead, you drew closer. Into him, licking along the roof of his mouth, across the back of his teeth. You didn't know where you felt the vibrations when he whined, they were just in your head, buzzing. They didn't dissipate even when you moved back, they even continued to shudder through the string of saliva connecting you to him.

“I want you to,” Sun hunched over, holding you so close you could feel his heart hammer. “I want you to take me.” He buried his face into your shoulder, and whispered his admission against your neck. “I've never done this before.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you scared?”

He shook his head.

“Look at me.” A hand tangled in his hair, and you tugged until you could see his face. “Are you scared?”

“No.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I…” his hands tightened around you. He looked like he wanted to say something, conflicted, and shook his head again. “It's because you were kissing me so hard,” he choked out a laugh, it sounded wet. His eyes wouldn't meet yours. “You misunderstood me. I've had sex before. I'm not-”

“Sun.” You interrupted him. “Why are you crying?”

The tears were rolling down faster now, almost endlessly. He made no effort to hide them anymore. “I don't know.” He pushed you back a little, stood to his full height. “I don't know. Stop asking.”

“Sun-”

“Shut up!” He snapped, finally. You flinched, and he exhaled. His hands ran through his hair, fingers curling in it, before they relaxed and quieter, he said, “just leave. Please.”

Suddenly, you were back to feeling how you usually did. Bland, in a body that barely knew the touch of life. All the puzzle pieces had scattered before you'd gotten the chance to complete yourself.

Now, you had to start your jigsaw again.

From scratch.

#redw.rites #redw.ritesocs #redw.ritesyandere #redw.ritesnsfw #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #gn reader #yandere oc #oc #my ocs #reader insert #male yandere #male oc #male!oc #yan x reader

[asmogorna]

It's obvious you're a huge Will Wood fan, so I wanna know what your favorite look/outfit of his?

OOHHH DONT GET ME STARTED

Sadly it's physically impossible for me pick only one so there's a list (not in a rating order just my favest of favs ok

THIS GODDAMN DRESS it just fits his figure so nicely and the outfit overall is so pretty

Bonus points because all the pictures of this dress that I've seen have been in bright purple lights and it looks beautiful

Sigh Mr Capgras Will Wood save me Mr Capgras Will Wood

He's doing all those things gay people on Twitter are talking about serving cunt mothering slaying etc etc etc

BEING A GINGER SURPRISINGLY FITS HIM SO WELL BROS MAJESTIC sighh he just looks real nice okay

I have no explanation for this one he just looks awesome and cool and I adore the aesthetic

The most gender envy I've ever experienced

I CANT WITH THIS OUTFIT ITS SO GOOD IT HURTS MY BRAIN

Bought the heart shaped sunglasses (the red the yellow and the purple simply because I'm normal) to have similar outfits to this

Here he looks like a human-shaped being and I fw it so hard

I should draw him in this crazy ass look because its ethereal in a way

This one is just really cute and fun to look at idk I love how he dressed in this time period

This outfit just makes him look really approachable and friendly which is awesomesauce

I generally like how Will looks with longer hair and a slight beard because it just kinda suits him idk

I think he should grow his hair out again at some point but I think he mentioned on litwtc that he won't be doing that again which is devastating 🥀

Also makes him look super friendly and approachable

CLASSIC you go Cruella De Ville

Not the best picture but I'm too lazy to find a different one

The shirt is just awesome I need it for myself right NEOOOOW

Makes him look like a fun magician from a children's book which is cool

This one is a bonus cus I think he looks silly in a cute way with a mustache ok

However this was my list of fav will wood looks ty for your question I've been waiting for someone to ask 😸😸😸

#will wood

[saninthebuilding]

"i need you more than i want to"

~

laying on my back, i stare at the ceiling from where i was on my pillow, unable to fall asleep. i could hear the cars outside the apartment racing down the street, and the occasional honking and braking of the drivers.

i grabbed my watch off the side table to my left, careful not to wake up the man sleeping soundly next to me.

2:34 am.

i sigh, placing it back on the table as quietly as possible, before turning to my side to look at him.

peeking through the curtains, i watch as the moonlight hits his skin just right, highlighting his features ever so carefully.

hair covering his forehead and eyes, i stare transfixed at how peaceful he looks. how his long eyelashes cast shadows against his cheeks. how his lips are slightly parted, and his jawline is sharp, even in the dark. i watch his chest rise and fall in time with his breathing, the black t-shirt he was wearing visible from beneath the covers. closing my eyes, i focus on the sound of his breaths echoing in the emptiness of our shared room.

on him.

opening my eyes again, i just lie there, allowing myself to take him in. it had been forever since i'd seen him this comfortable. since i'd seen him this calm and at ease.

he's beautiful.

pulling my arms from under my head, i quietly reach over, gently brushing jeon jungkook's hair out of his face. he stirs, exhaling as he turns towards me and shifts closer.

a soft smile makes its way onto my lips as i adjust the covers over him, tucking them under his chin and around his shoulders.

this causes him to stir again, this time letting out a low groan as he opens his eyes.

oops.

i watch jungkook run a hand over his face, the veins in his arm prominent in the dim light from outside. he sighs, pushing his head down into the pillow as he stifles a yawn. he shakes his head, attempting to clear the drowsiness as he turns to look at me through half-lidded eyes.

"what are you doing awake this late?" he asks, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me to his chest. "are you having trouble sleeping again?"

i stare up at him, still amazed at how he was beside me and now in front of me and around me. the fact that he was here, right here, right now.

the fact that he was real.

jungkook notices my silence, and his nose scrunches up in confusion as he looks down at me. meeting my gaze, he takes in how still i was in his arms and nudges my head with his, drawing me out of my daze.

"y/n?"

"oh, no, i'm okay, don't worry."

he tilts his head, a small pout visible on his lips.

"then what is it?"

i pull the covers up over us, then bury myself into his side. i look up at him with a smile, before placing a soft kiss to his collarbone.

"was just watching you."

pulling me closer, jungkook wraps his arms around my waist and places his chin on top of my head. after letting me get comfortable, he hums, curious, "what do you mean?"

i laugh to myself, "nothing, nothing."

he lets out a soft chuckle, before pulling away slightly to look down at me again. i raise my eyebrows in question, but he just smiles, his eyes creasing at the edges and his bunny teeth coming into view. he just looks at me for a while, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

i stare at him, unable to believe that he was really here, with me. i hug him tighter, and i swallow hard, feeling a tightness in my throat that wasn't there before.

"i love you so much," i whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

the darkness of our room seems to blanket the two of us, and the atmosphere is filled with life even in the dead of night. jungkook stays silent for a moment, before i feel him pull me closer, as if afraid i would slip away.

"i love you more than you'll ever know."

~

word count: 716

a/n: i miss him so much for some reason, and the fact that he's been doing lives so often and i still miss him is completely confusing to me but also like i get why??? i just love him so fucking much he deserves everything good in this world

#jeon jungkook #jeon #jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bulletproof boy scouts #bts army #army bts #jk #jeon jk #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts comfort #bts fluff #bts drabble #i love him

[iggyguyy]

if you ever wanna lore dump about your ocs I’m here I GRHRHRHEHKRHEJ I NEED TO MORE ABOUT THEM

You are now one of my favorite people ever I hope you know that <3

INSANELY LONG LORE DUMP UNDER READ ⚠️❌️

The over-all story of the silly guys:

It's about this 5 person band filled with weirdos in the very real Texas town named Round Top Senior (better version of round top). They live together in a small apartment and have a lot of playing gigs at the local all inclusive bar. Their main problem is money. Money for a new apartment. Their non human drummer is still growing, and is slowly outgrowing the current apartment. They are desperately looking for money to buy one that can actually house their huge drummer. One day this all changes when a 6th person gets sort of kidnapped by the banjo player and has to stay there for a while. No one really likes him and he has no idea how to act around neither queer people nor non humans. Chaos ensues when he finds himself slowly falling in love with the weirdo who got him in that situation in the first place...

THE 6 MAIN CHARACTERS:

Mama 🌞🪕: No one knows who or what he is, but he is sure there! His warm pink skin, his bright green hair and his huge chest make him very loved around the town; you'd recognise him anywhere! His species, age, gender, past and motives are all unknown, even to him. All he knows is that he likes stringed instruments (He plays the banjo, guitar, bass, electric guitar and harmonica) and that he loves befriending humans and learning more about them. There's something about him that really drives people to love him. His huge list of past lovers really shows this! Also oh god his backstory is LONG I am sparing you this time

He / him used on him mostly, he couldn't care less. He has a vagina and seems to be able to reproduce, no one has really tried. He has a very deep voice and a strong Cuban accent. 200 cm / 6'6 ft. Canonically doesn't have body hair except for mustache, 0 fingernails and never wears underwear. He also REFUSES to wear shirts / cover his titties. No Canon gender or sexuality but he will be with anyone who wants him. His favorite band is Buffalo Springfield. Old ass drawing but its still one of my favs!

Richard Kelly / Dickhead 🕶🎸: He thinks that he's the coolest guy ever but oh god he is STUPID! He tries so hard to be likeable that most people just end up hating him instead. From his neglectful parents and bullies in school, he's ended up being a very pretentious and dismissive person. He doesn't really "get" queer people, he thinks most people are beneath him and he doesn't even slightly respect non human people. Why is he even here? Good question! After getting mad at Mama for "stealing his girl" (His gf Jill broke up with him because he was yelling at her in front of Mama), he got so mad in his drunk state that he fainted mid-punch and woke up on Mama's couch the next day. The rest is history! He tries to pretend that he hates the band but oh god he's starting to love them so much. He also canonically loves goth girls.

He / him, cis male. 175 cm / 5'7 ft. Has a HUGE ass. Stubby beard paired with sad mustache. Cis straight man in the beginning of the show, cis BI man at the end! 25 years old, birthday is the 15th of August. His favorite band is Gorillaz. Haven't drawn him in ages whoopsies!

Julius Amadeus Usoro 🍎🥁: Big guy! This huge monstrosity is the head honcho of the band, their drummer and the one who owns the apartment! He has a huge fear of birds and insane abandonment issues. He tackles having 3 jobs at once, drummer for the band, ASL teacher for their deaf neighbour and he also teaches the drums! His other hobbies includes competitive eating, cooking, anything that has to do with apples, going on runs and walks, cooking even more, napping and cooking again. He is a mix between a sewerian and a Häll-horn, hence his purple skin! Most people just know him as "the demon" though. His brain is very small and he's not that bright, but he has a big heart and he is very loved by the band. He is illegal in many places and the band literally have to say that he's a guide dog to get out of some situations. The people of texas really don't like "demons". He legally adopted Marv in high school. Won't say his whole long ass backstory either but he was raised by a Russian lesbian couple who owned a big apple farm. He is also mute! He communicates through ASL or messy writing!

He / him, cis grayromantic bisexual male. 255 cm / 8'4 ft. 21 years old, birthday is the 10th of October. Huge titties on this guy. Gets winter fur but is pretty hairy all year round anyway! Paw-like hands. His favorite band is The Beatles.

His current design has him wearing headphones more times than not, but these old drawings still work to shoe his design :3

Marvin Juhani Usoro / Marv 🎺💣: The youngest in the band, but also the smartest by far! With 150 IQ and a concerning love for violence and explosives, this little pyromaniac is the main singer in this already weird band. He is completely blind, literally not having eyes at all under his opaque glasses, two of his limbs are amputated and his scarring is painful, so he uses his trusty crutch-cane wherever he goes. He's in and out of asylums and switches back and forth between psychologists, which is awful for him due to strong noscomephobia [fear of hospitals or care facilities]. He's diagnosed with bipolar disorder, autism and borderline personality disorder. His mother got killed by a faulty bomb he made, and his dad disowned him afterwards; making Julius and the band his only family. He was born in Borås, Sweden, to two Jewish finns, so he speaks english/finnish/swedish/jiddisch.

He / him, cis aroace sex+romance repulsed male. 177 cm / 5'9 ft. Big part of his nose gone due to explosion. 16 years old, birthday is the 3rd of March. His favorite band is either Insane Clown Posse or Children of bodom. Ignore that his foot is only missing on one drawing it's a pretty recent change !

[Dead name] Hernandez / Buddy 🎹🤙: They are the backbone and most street smart one in the band, without them the rest of them would be completely lost! They love messing with the others amd pulling small pranks. They're diagnosed with Adhd. As a side gig they like to play piano and sing during nights at the club without the band, usually with a bar specific backup crew. They are a recovering alcoholic and struggle with smoking. They used to be very ablelist and cruel to people, but they decided to leave that life and they're trying to become the bigger person. They write pretty much half of their songs [other half being by Julius], and being in this band is the best thing that ever happened to them. They've completely cut off the ties to their family who still lives back in Spain. They pride themself in their big amount of friends, always making sure to check in on them and hype them up. They don't use their dead name ever, except for legal instances, but it doesn't make them that uncomfortable so they can't be assed to legally change it.

Any pronouns, mostly they / them. AFAB genderfluid lesbian. They still view gender for them as fluid, but still primarily fem! They are 28 years old and their birthday is the 1st of April. 167 cm / 5'6. Their favorite band is Queen, but fav artist is Cass Elliot.

Dominic Smith / Dom 🎷🖼: The half raccoon half human who ran away from home and just happened to meet Julius! This sax playing maniac is so obsessed with Julius that he clings to him 24/7. He has autism, adhd, strong maladaptive daydreaming disorder and even stronger schizophrenia. He basically lives in his own little world and sees things as a jumbled mess of bland colours, and that's why he loves Julius and the band so much; they're a break from the same old same old! He grew up on a corn farm for most of his life, living with his mother and 2 older brothers. His dad was nowhere to be found, and Dom cant remember meeting him ever. He loves sporting his beautiful knockoff slipknot merch and jeans. He has a very hard time remembering things. His special interest is spongebob! [Although he calls him "monty spumbop" for whatever reason ?]

He/they/xe, amab but pretty much completely unlabeled. No one has ever explained the concept of gender to him in a way he understands, but if someone managed to do it he would most likely use xenogenders. He's silly like that. 19 years old, birthday is the 17th of January. His favorite band is slipknot.

SOMEWHAT IMPORTANT SIDECHARACTERS;

Barbra Scarlette Wilson / Barb 💄🎀: A 32 year old 190 cm tall texan dragqueen millionaire! He has the biggest, pinkest house in town, and he is PROUD of that! He uses he/him and is a cis gay man. His drag name is Scarlette Darling. He is absolute besties with Buddy and even gave them a specific pink flip phone that only has his number, so it's easier to contact him! He has a crush on Julius that pretty much everyone except Julius himself has noticed.

Kino 🟦💢: 29 year old unlabeled Häll-horn whos Ukrainian and Russian, very traditional one too. He has embraced the "demon" culture and is completely against all humans. He absolutely hates Julius because he thinks that he's a disappointment and embarrassment to the whole species, with how human influenced he is. He is very aggressive and mean.

Kaleb 🟥❔️: 20 year old trans ftm pansexual Sewerian whos Ukrainian, not very traditional one. He doesn't care too much about traditions or hating humans, he just wants to relax and live as he likes. The only reason he hangs around Kino is because they can relate over both being non human and "demons". He had to pretend to hate Julius just to make Kino happy, secretly he thinks Julius is extremely attractive so whoops that's not what Kino wants!

Oscar Pérez 🍊🍺: A 37 year old cis male gay human from Mexico. He used to date Mama and planned on getting married to him while Mama was in Mexico, after getting left alone completely randomly by him, Oscar swore to find him and get revenge on him. Now he's found him again, but he still loves him too much to go through with it. So now he's just in an abusive relationship with him instead! Oscar gets a lot of pent up anger he usually takes out on Mama, since he thinks he deserves it. Mama doesn't even remember who he is or that they're even together, but he still keeps letting Oscar treat him as if they're an item.

Jill Dimitry 🖤💫: Richards ex gf. She loves rock and is trying to learn the guitar. She is cis female and bisexual. She can get fed up very easily, so it's a surprise she didn't break up with Dickhead earlier! She doesn't talk to Richard anymore but she's talking to Buddy and Mama every now and then.

Rita Salvador ✏️💛: Julius' old high school roommate and girlfriend. She was a huge beatles fan and collected spongebob merchandise! She was a transfem autistic girlie who always wore her socks over her baggy sweatpants. She died when Marv was working on a bomb and accidentally knocked it to the floor, the explosion happening close enough to Rita to kill her, but only knock out Marv. Julius just lied to Marv and explained that she died of a heart attack, not wanting Marv to feel guilty. Rita named herself after the beatles song "Lovely Rita" !!

Alia 🌼🫒: The local florist shop owner! She sells handmade and homegrown bouquets and all kinds of flowers! She was very close friends with Rita. She loves meeting Julius during the week, even if she can't understand his ASL! She's a transfem Muslim who always sports her cool handmade skirts! ALSO SHE WAS CREATED BY THE LOVELY @animatronicthing [art in the photo below was made by schyr!!!!!!!!] GO CHECK THEM OUT

There are a few more characters worth mentioning who don't have a decided design or aren't that relevant but still!!!!!!!!:

The Abdullahi family. They are the band's neighbours whi recently moved here from Nigeria. Mrs. and Mr. Abdullahi don't know a lot of English, and their daughter Sani is deaf and autistic. Julius spends his free time teaching ASL to Sani!

War veteran neighbour: old man in wheelchair who lives across the street to the sillies and often goes out on his balcony at the same time as mama, making them greet each other every now and then.

Freddie: he's the local pizzeria owner and he absolutely loves getting visited by Dom and Julius, it really makes his day!!

That's pretty much all characters who are somewhat developed, but oh god there's more! TY sososososoosososoosososoososososoososo much for this ask i am literally going insane !!!!!!!!!

That's my sillies, bye ! ✌️

#GRAAAAGHHHHHHHHH SILLIES #Also fun fact my folder of silly guys fanart has 579 images #almost half of that artwork is naked drawings of Julius #insane #art #oc artwork #the silly guys #original character #asks / requests #gay people #bitches love my mustache #long ass post

[starsfic]

Valentine's Week, Day 3, Fluff Fic

Summary: Ford is sent to find Stanley and bring him back to the States. He fails.

AO3/Ko-Fi

-_-

So.

It had been a while since he had spoken to Stanley.

It wasn’t Ford’s fault. Stan had been the one to ruin his chances of getting into West Coast Tech. Of course he wasn’t going to talk to him. Ford had been more than happy just to pretend like Stan didn’t even exist.

And then the check, signed with Stanley’s name, had come in.

It…it had been ten times more than his grant. It had been more than he ever could’ve made with a West Coast Tech degree. Ford, of course, had called his parents.

His mother had been overjoyed. Apparently, Stanley had called her a week ago, right after a check for their parents had arrived, containing enough to set up their parents for life, enough to pay back all the lost millions. Before he could ask more questions, his father had grabbed the phone. He was less happy.

Stanley had told his father that he never wanted to hear from him or Ford again. Apparently, Ford’s machine had still been running when he left. He had never touched it. All of this could’ve been cleared up seven years ago. Because of their lack of trust in him, Stanley had been given advice just to cut contact, which he did.

But Filbrick Pines couldn’t handle that.

So, instead of running around the woods of Oregon like his muse suggested, Ford found himself in the streets of Wàn Qiān Chéng, China, looking for his twin.

“So, describe Stanley to me again?” 

At least he wasn’t alone. Fiddleford stood on his tippy toes, looking around. Ford couldn’t help but look around as well, drinking in the sight of the city. Wàn Qiān Chéng was known as the beating heart of the tech world, to the point that they could control the weather. If he had attended West Coast Tech, he could’ve attended so many meetings here.

“I told you, he looks like me, just without the glasses.”

“And the eyebags?” Fiddleford jabbed, not even looking at him.

“Yeah, sure, what-” Ford came to a stop. They had walked out into one of the city’s squares that seemed to host a farmer’s market. For once, he wasn’t looking at the advanced city. He was looking at the people.

Not the humans. The animal-shaped people.

They were everywhere, just casually going about their business. The humans occasionally had to dodge a tail or shuffle aside massive weight, but nobody seemed surprised. They were just doing their own thing.

“What?” Ford looked around, feeling his hand itch to write and draw the sight. “What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Fiddleford adjusted his glasses, looking around. “But it-”

“Hey!” Ford grabbed the arm of the nearest person. The young man yelped, nearly dropping his book, but Ford had questions. “The animal-shaped people, who- what- what are they?!” A memory of his advisor was rolling in, warning him, but he was too freaked out to think about it.

“The yaogui?!” the guy said, yanking his arm away. “What about them?”

“Why aren’t you freaking out?!”

The guy blinked. “Uh…have you been living in the woods or something?” Before Ford could say yes, he continued. “China revealed that magic was real, alongside their yaogui population, five years ago.” Before Ford could say yes, the guy started sprinting away.

Five years ago. That…that had been when his advisor said his study might be “dicey” before giving him his grant. That… Ford felt his legs shake. Before he could collapse, a hand landed on his shoulder. “Is that Stanley?”

Ford looked up, following Fiddleford’s gaze to a stall selling peaches. His heart nearly stopped. Because, yes, that was Stanley.

He looked like he had barely aged. He wore a comfortable white shirt and jeans, his hair long and tied back with a yellow ribbon. Stan smiled and laughed at something the seller said. Ford couldn’t hear it from across the square, but he knew the noise like it was tattooed into his brain.

“Yeah.” His mouth was dry. “Yeah, that’s him.”

Fiddleford hummed. “You forgot to mention that he was handsome.”

Ford’s first instinct was to deny it because they had the same face. But seeing Stanley smiling like the sun reminded him of old things. While Ford had been smarter, Stanley had been the confident one, always comfortable in his own skin. He could’ve made hundreds of friends, but he hadn’t, because he wanted to stick by Ford.

Except, now, he didn’t have Ford anymore, did he?

The resolve to never speak about Stanley crumbled, and Ford wanted to crumble too. He felt a smile form as he took a step forward, and another and another and another. He wanted to say something, anything. It had been ten years, and ten years too long since he talked with his twin.

“Stanley!”

The cry of his twin’s name broke Ford from his trance. Stanley didn’t move, but Ford found himself ducking behind a stall anyway. The stall owner gave him a weird look, but he didn’t care, even as he felt Fiddleford hunch next to him.

A man had run up to his twin and now had his arms wrapped around him. If Stanley was handsome, Ford could only describe the man as radiant. Glossy strawberry blonde curls were braided back, revealing a smile full of sunshine. A loose pink sweater drooped down one lovely shoulder. “Stanley, did you get my peaches?”

“I’m getting them now, see?” The stall owner chuckled as Stan accepted a bag of peaches. “Honestly, you eat them like they’re going out of style.”

“You don’t know that. They could be out.” Ford felt his ears light up as the man leaned close, stage whispering into his twin’s ear. “And I so wanted to make that peach dessert you loved.”

…oh.

This might be a little bit harder than Ford planned.

#Valentine's Week #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Gravity Falls #GF #AU #Ford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Sun Wukong #Stan Pines #Stan x Wukong #my writing

[cringecannon]

ive been reading ur posts for a while and i had a vision from god recently that i needed to share with like minds, so i hope this will be to ur taste... i've been trying to find others who i know this will appeal to (besides me)

but...... bhaalcest-- orin being incredibly possessive over durge and jealous over gortash and durge's relationship, so she changes into gortash when she knows durge is expecting him and has her way with durge, while they're none the wiser.

for the sake of everyone else (and urself) i wont get into the nasty gorey parts that really makes this so much better, i love me some knife"play" (is it really play if orin just outright stabs u) and woundfucking (that i really want to get into but!!!!! i have to find the right audience... hoping i can rant insanely about all that here i just didn't wanna outright plop it down when this scene is good by itself too LJDLASJFAL) -👻

To be fair, I already wrote about Orin fingering a wound. I’m all for insane fucked up knifeplay rants in my inbox. Anyway, obligatory Dubcon, Orin, and Improper Use of Gortash’s Body warning

Something’s wrong with Enver.

You only notice it sometimes. The look in his eyes is wrong, or his grip on you is far too tight. Whenever you mention the change in demeanor, he brushes it off. Or he gets angry. Yelling, throwing things, veins in his throat bulging kind of angry. There’s something wrong with him. The man you know wouldn’t act like this.

You love it.

You almost pounce on him the first time it happens, so turned on you don’t even bother removing anything but the bare necessities. He’s confused for only a moment, but quickly falls into place. You ride him until his eyes roll back, nails digging so hard into your hips that they draw blood. You leave your own bloody scratches down his chest, marking him.

Imagine your surprise when you get to see him again a few days later and the marks are gone completely. It throws you off- your hips are still bruised. You call him out on it, he waves his hand and says he had an image to uphold. He can’t walk around looking like he was attacked by a feral cat. The comment irritates you. You like seeing him marked up, proof that he’s yours. You reach for your knife subtly. You think he needs to be reminded of your real claws.

You’re frozen when instead an ornate dagger is suddenly held to your throat. That bastard. He’s stolen your trick.

He presses the point of it to your throat, drawing blood. You feel the warm drip of it down your skin and into your shirt. You should kill him for this. You should play in his guts while he begs for the mercy of death. However, feeling him cut through your clothes with no regard for your safety excites you more. Every thin slice into your skin as he hurries to get you nude is exhilarating. You’ll get him back for it, eventually. You just need him inside you.

He shoves you back hard, splaying you out on the table. You eagerly spread your legs for him, throwing your head back with a gasp when he bends down to lick the trail of blood all the way back up to your neck.

He groans into your ear, hips grinding against yours with a stuttered breath. He wants to savor your blood, forever remember it staining your pretty skin. He leans to the side to hold the dagger against your stomach, dragging the blade across it teasingly. The cut is thin, barely drawing blood. You arch your back, desperate for more. He laughs breathlessly, pulling the dagger away to instead hold it over your thigh. You ask what's gotten into him. He laughs again, biting down on your shoulder. He asks a question of his own- how far would you let him go?

The dagger dances on your skin and you writhe, holding back a grin. Anything. You'd let him do anything, so long as you could play with him too. He groans, mouthing at the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. Of course. It'd only be fair, he wants you to play in his blood too. Wouldn't it be divine, love?

He's never called you love, ever. You're not sure he's called anyone love in his life, but when the blade finally bites into your flesh... you can't seem to make yourself care. You just beg for more.

#this is so hard to tag. orin isn’t revealed a single time but also This Isn’t Gortash #.orin the red #.bg3 #notsfw #👻 anon

[ghostforwhat]

post it post it post it or i'll take all your controller batteries

malcom....think of the children (stardew farm animals) also i guess if i'm doing this @petrowriting hiii i scraped the rest of what i was rambling abt together but it's still rough

The thunder crackles and booms, chasing after Will as he hurries to the stoop of Hannibal’s office. 

It’s been a hell of a day. 

He woke up before dawn, shivering, standing in his living room with the front door behind him open and off its latch, his legs caked in mud. He had felt the beginnings of panic before he realized the only reason he came back to the waking world was his phone wailing on the nightstand. 

It was Jack, of course, no one else would call before the sun rises, even though today, it never did. He had driven through the morning dark and arrived at the crime scene just as the clouds split open and drenched everything. Not ideal for a display placed in some remote forest preserve, the investigators had groaned and hurried, snatching what physical evidence they could before it was compromised. 

Will had jumped when Jack asked, not bothering to question how high, imparting what he could divine but there were gaps. Not enough intention to point in any solid direction and he had been stuck there until Zellar protested that the weather would affect the body. 

He had tried to jump, again, that time off the ship, but Beverly had asked him to tag along back to the lab to help collect and catalog the larva that had hatched in the disemboweled corpse. Will couldn’t think of any excuse fast enough and grumbled assent. 

After all that, he had just needed a little release. A quick stop at a gas station on the way here had easily produced what he was searching for; a soft pack of cigarettes now bulging in his shirt pocket, hidden from the downpour as he ducks under the small awning over the office door. 

Will’s early, a good fifteen minutes before his appointment. He could have smoked in his car but then the smell would linger and he knows it would irritate him later, a reminder of momentary weakness and a siren call to indulge again.  

There’s a slight problem with this plan, there’s no real shelter offered here, the rain being directed harshly against the building by the howling autumn wind but he can shield it enough to light up.

The filter fuses readily into Will’s lips and he draws his shoulders up, cupping the cigarette and lighter until the red orange glow catches and holds.

The first drawn breath makes his body thud back against the door, exhausted but eased into a slight moment of relaxation. He lets the hand holding the cigarette fall limply and brings his other up to wipe tiredly over his face as he breathes out the smoke. 

It never once occurred to him to cancel this session, seeing Hannibal every other week has buoyed him through the worst of his increasingly erratic tendencies. There’s slight shame at how willing he is to use the man as a crutch and at Will’s growing interest in him. 

There’s an odd sort of shadow that clings to Hannibal as though Will’s only ever seeing him through a fog, it clashes with Will’s empathy, forcing him to draw blanks or bouncing off entirely in a harmonious echo. It makes Will want to hold him still and try to peel back the politeness, find what lurks beneath.

He straightens, moving over slightly to lean against the brick wall instead of the door, taking another puff and sighing, the smoke weaving in and out of the sheet of rain. 

He brings the cigarette up again and freezes when the door suddenly creaks open. 

Hannibal watches him from the foyer, his gaze quickly flicking up and down before settling on the cigarette hanging out of Will’s mouth.

He steps out onto the stoop with Will, closing the door behind him and seemingly uncaring of the rain as he turns to face Will, slipping his hands into his pockets and propping himself sideways against the door. 

Hannibal tilts his head, the ghost of a smile flitting over his face, “I was wondering who could be haunting my doorway, although, you’ll forgive me if I don’t express any surprise.”

The smell of wet pavement and leaf decay melds easily with the charring scent of tobacco. There’s a half second where Will almost puts out the cigarette in a panic, as if he’s eighteen again and sneaking smokes in the backyard before his dad gets home. There’s a familiar little nervous pitch in his throat that signifies juvenile guilt but he can only stare wide-eyed at Hannibal with the cigarette clamped between his teeth.

Hannibal sees his slight panic, Will knows he does, but Hannibal lifts off the door and takes a step closer. He ventures another when Will continues staring at him like a deer caught in headlights and then the damn man plucks the cigarette delicately out of Will’s mouth and brings it to his own. 

Before Will can protest, he flicks a tongue out to wet his lips and slots the cigarette between them, a carefully drawn suck before exhaling the plume of smoke between them. His lips lift in something that might be smirk as he asks, “Long day, then, Will?”

Will’s mouth is still open, the missing unhealthy coping mechanism lost to his psychiatrist, and he can’t find the muscles to snap it shut because it’s one thing for Will to indulge in bad habits but Doctor Lecter? The man who sources his own ingredients, the man whose office is spotless and smells always of cedarwood and vanilla, the retired surgeon? The sight is making puzzle pieces pop out and twist shape, it’s throwing Will off more so than the earlier crime scene, and beyond that, it’s sinfully attractive.

Hannibal’s sculpted lips purse around the cigarette to take another drag, his cheeks hollowing, while his heavy stare stays half obscured by secondhand haze. There’s a practiced ease in the motions and Hannibal’s shoulders have laxed minutely. 

Will’s stomach lurches hungrily.

Hannibal looks so oddly decadent and while he always has the faint air of hedonism around him, this is significantly more pronounced. A vision of excess, debauchery poured neatly into a plaid suit and paisley tie.   

“You could say that,” Will finally answers, swallowing roughly as he looks to the side and wonders if he could get away with adjusting himself in the shadows of the dripping alcove.

Hannibal smiles pleasantly, offering the cigarette back, caught in the gap of his long fingers.

Will’s hand threatens to shake as he takes it back and fails him entirely when it’s passed over, the cylindrical stick falling to the damp cement.   

The smoldering cherry of the cigarette winks out immediately when it hits the wet steps and Will can’t help the slight pout down at it but then Hannibal’s hand is reaching out, brushing along Will’s chest and Will locks up again. 

Hannibal is unbothered by his stiffness, simply sliding out the pack of smokes from his shirt pocket and opening them. He draws out another and sticks it loose against his mouth, his lips barely kissing around it to hold it in place as his warm hand comes back to Will’s chest and fishes out the lighter. 

Will raises an eyebrow at the soft rasping sound of the metal clicking a flame to life but Hannibal’s movements stay unhurried as he lights it, another calculated inhale before he demands gently, “Open your mouth.”

Will blinks rapidly, feeling his jaw unhinge without his permission. 

Hannibal rewards the action immediately, leaning in at an angle as he pulls the cigarette away from his mouth. Will’s heartbeat rabbits, tilting his head in answer, his body moving before he can think it through, his hand reaching out to clamp around Hannibal’s arm as their noses almost brush. 

The stream of smoke that unfurls from Hannibal’s plush lips barely makes it into the chilled air, Will gasping it into his lungs with an almost frantic need.

He’s never seen Hannibal’s eyes this closely before. They look like wine in a glass, spilled blood on hardwood floor; burnished and bright. They crease around the edges and Hannibal leans away to offer the new cigarette, his voice a teasing rumble, “Try not to drop this one.”

Hannibal goes to pull away after Will takes the cigarette, successfully this time, but Will tightens his hand around his arm.

Will knows he’s treading a thin line, there’s a boundary they should be maintaining, he’s here for a therapy appointment. But another part of him is more focused on the attraction that’s been festering between them, untouched and pushed aside in favor of what? Professionalism? Like that’s ever gotten Will anything he wants. Would it really be so bad to forget about it? Just this once?

He flicks his gaze over Hannibal’s face, searching and finding something there. Confirmation, maybe, or perhaps he’s projecting but he still tips his head down, eyes peering out through raincoated lashes as he asks quietly, barely above a whisper, “Let me?”

Hannibal pauses, glancing at the cigarette in question before he gives a slight nod.

Will keeps his grip firm around Hannibal’s arm, resisting the urge to squeeze as he lifts the cigarette to his own lips. The wet paper of the filter sticks and pulls when he places it there, the inhale he takes is a dizzying rush, nicotine filling his lungs and burning when Will doesn’t breathe it back out.

He leans back in, closer than Hannibal had ventured, trailing the hand holding him in place up to grasp Hannibal’s chin. Will gently depressing his thumb against Hannibal’s bottom lip, prying open his mouth for Will to access. 

Will moves his lips to hover over Hannibal’s, his hand still holding Hannibal’s jaw, and when he exhales the plume, it’s more of a content sigh shared between lovers. Hannibal’s draws in the gifted smoke, his pupils blow wide in the dark and his top lip catches the barest of hints of Will’s bottom lip. 

Will’s other hand surges up, cupping underneath Hannibal’s ear, the cigarette carefully pointed away with his first two fingers while the other two tangle in Hannibal’s hair and his thumb smoothes along the start of Hannibal’s jaw. 

Hannibal has gone unnatural still in his hold, watching Will with gleaming predatory eyes. Another beat goes by before he murmurs, “Will.” 

Will swallows, again, his throat clicking loudly, and his words coming out breathy, “Can I?” 

Hannibal doesn’t bother answering, lunging forward and claiming Will’s mouth with fervor, crushing their lips together with a soft moan. His tongue licks the taste of smoke from Will’s lips, asking for entrance as his hands find a bruising purchase around Will’s waist. 

Will opens for him immediately, his own groan spilling into Hannibal’s mouth as their tongues stroke against the other, it’s good, it’s better than good. It feels like the rain pelting them has doused him with heat instead of chill and he suddenly wants nothing more than to map out Hannibal’s mouth, to memorize every molar and lick across sharp incisors and he can, he realizes, so he does.   

The kiss is rough, the scrape of Hannibal’s shaved chin rubbing raw against Will’s stubble causing delicious stings from the spit slick friction. 

Will rears back, not far, just enough to take another drag and share it, before diving back in after Hannibal releases it to fade into the night. 

Will feels a quick stab of amusement, his smile curling against Hannibal’s mouth and threatening to interrupt them. Shotgunning cigarette smoke between hungry kisses with his psychiatrist is not how he thought this day would end but he’s a bit enamored with the outcome. 

They stay out in the rain far past Will’s session start time, the kiss growing syrupy slow as it prolongs. The urgency is still present but dim in the newfound curiosity, more eager to linger with each other. Hannibal’s hands take to roving up Will’s sides and back, slipping underneath Will’s coat to press his fingertips against Will’s shirt as if he could merge right through it to get to the skin underneath. 

Will drops the long since dead cigarette, cradling Hannibal’s head in his palms and tenderly threading his fingers through Hannibal’s hair, caressing until it falls from the swept back style and yielding to Will’s exploratory brushes. He scratches his nails against Hannibal’s scalp and grins into his teeth when Hannibal keens in answer.   

When Will finally pulls back, he sees Hannibal’s hair all mussed from the rain and Will’s hands, he sees parted lips that shine red from all their kisses, sees the distant unfamiliar shock on Hannibal’s face. He sees all this and feels such an overwhelming rush of affection. He’s just messed up the perfect picture that Hannibal Lecter presents to the world and Hannibal had let him. 

Will hadn’t realized how huge this thing inside him had been growing, every call of his name another bud of interest, every reassurance given unprompted making petals unfurl until his stomach felt fit to burst with vivid thorny blooms. He knows this isn’t something that will fade, if he thought he could only let himself have a taste then he’s more delirious than he originally thought.  

Hannibal clears his throat, another uncharacteristic thing for a man so usually well put together, and his voice is notably deeper when he rasps out, “Is that all?”

Will’s chuckles low before he hauls him back into smiling biting kisses, “I can think of a few more things.”

Hannibal nips him, hard, and leans away again. 

Will lets him, suddenly unsure, and goes to step back but Hannibal’s hands lock him in place. 

There’s a strained silence where Hannibal’s face is pensive before worry bleeds across it and his hand comes up to press against Will’s forehead. 

Will frowns and Hannibal returns it, his hand carding back through Will’s hair as he whispers, “You’re burning up.”

Will opens his mouth to reply but Hannibal shakes his head, extricating himself from Will’s hold and requesting, “Let me get my keys, I want to get you checked out.” 

Will freezes for the last time that night, his mind coming back online fast to replay the calculated gaze from moments ago. It had looked an awful lot like Hannibal had come to a decision.

There’s more there, strands connecting and overlapping, an epiphany trying to claw to the forefront.

Will cocks his head, licking his lips, before he nods, “Alright.”  

He does, after all, want to know what is behind the veil.

#smoking tw #this is so...impulsive #hannigram #hannigram fanfiction #long post #ghost fic tag #SORRY #LOOKS ROUGH AS ALL HELL #copy & paste my beloathed

[raytorosaurus]

but how do you know it was ray who drank the snapple piss. what if it was the other way around

NOW we're asking the real questions. believe me i've considered this long and hard. i was the same as you once, torn up by the uncertainty....true, it's impossible to ever be entirely sure, but i've looked at every angle and it just doesn't make sense any other way. not only has ray managed to remain close friends with every member of the rodneys besides otter but every other member of the rodneys to my knowledge has ALSO remained friends (george and otter co-owned a studio in 2006, and george and shawn were in another band together from 2007 etc). it affected ray enough that after the rodneys broke up, the next time he joined a band with george he started learning drums for it because it was the only way to guarantee otter wouldn't be there. did gerard way effectively utlise girlpower when he used his joan of arc destiny-driven wiles to trap ray in a band with his ex etc etc.

so it had to be ray and otter. we have our players. but who lost the game? i agree that it could have gone either way - and don't get me wrong, i also think this breakup was much more complicated than a simple piss-drinking incident, let's not minimise things here just because we don't have all the context. but the final nail in the coffin came in stockholm: "we ALL drink piss - or drank it, drank it." - gerard way, june 14, 2022. i don't see how this could have been anything other than an indirect at ray. now was it a friendly reassurance - don't worry, buddy, it happens to the best of us - or a loaded taunt - yeah don't think we've forgotten, you're never gonna live that one down, dude? again, could go either way. gerard does have a track record for teasing ray in public - poking fun at him in interviews he isn't there for, telling him to take his shirt off on stage only to compare him unfavourably to "a real man" (and not just to anyone, but to another drummer, mike pedicone. could certainly be less nefarious than it seems, but given ray's track record with drummers (otter, tucker rule etc)...gerard had to have known what he was doing). just like...why else would gerard bring up piss-drinking and bring the whole band into it given ray's delicate history with the subject yknow :/

so like. it's POSSIBLE that it was the other way around. but all the signs are there, i'll let you draw your own conclusion.

#maybe the did all drink piss on purpose to make ray feel better like some kind of reverse hazing thing and that's why it caught on #answered #rotter

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Moana Medley

For the second part of this series of mine, we're going with Voiceplay's most popular video on YouTube (and Facebook) ever: their Moana Medley! Released on the 19th of August, 2017 (just a few days shy of Geoff's 37th birthday), it currently has over 44 million views on Youtube, and it truly is impressive in its arrangement and vocal performance. But I'm not here to talk about vocals, I'm here to talk about the visual stuff! So let's go!

Group shot! I love how Rachel is wearing a cute red(?) tropical dress, and the others... barely even try with their outfits 😂

Layne is wearing long pants (or three-quarters at least), but he's at least wearing a "surf Cali" shirt, so there was at least some thought in it. Earl I will allow, as he's just kinda got Beach vibes here ngl (I think it's at least partially the hair). Eli kinda looks more like he's ready to go play golf, and Geoff is wearing a hoodie! Geoff, dude... 😅

I was thinking about this video a while ago and was like "wait, who did J play again?" and then I had to remind myself "oh right, this was before he had become a full-time member (for about 3 or 4 years) (but after Tony left the group to focus more on Pattycake Productions and behind-the-scenes stuff)

Kind of a lucky coincedence that this video was the one that introduced a lot of people to Voiceplay (before Oogie Boogie's Song at least), since they actually tell you in the video who everyone is and who they're representing from the movie.

"How many pounds of sand did we use to create our fake beach?" Voiceplay asks in the description. I don't know, but i'm guessing Quite A Lot.

Consider the COCONUT! (the WHAT?) Consider its treeeee!

(Voiceplay assured fans via video description that no coconuts were harmed in the filiming of this video 😋)

I said in another post that I was really tempted to do a thing studying the way Geoff's hair has changed over time and the various styles it has taken, and screw it, I'm doing it via this series! And this is what I mean by it:

A quick trace over a screencap (using a drawing app I have on my laptop), plus a few colour-picks from his hair (because I swear the shade of brown changes a lot just from the lighting alone). Anyway, we continue onwards!

Shoutout to Geoff's expression on "that's right!" from the opening song, Where You Are, love this boy

Who did the waves? Was that Kathy? (She's done puppeteering for other videos, such as Get Back Up Again). It's very cute, love the dedication

Rachel as Moana? Yeah nah yeah you don't say! 😂

"HEY!"

(Okay yes a lot of this is just going to be me pointing out amusing moments, but Voiceplay really know how to be funny, and I'm having fun, so eh)

Eli is underrated when it comes to comedic moments tbh, and also the king of Eyebrow Game (Geoff's a close second)

Well that answers my question about Earl's upper arm tattoo from the This Is Halloween video, anyway! (I.e. it is apparently real)

Layne was in charge of both the music arrangement and the video for this cover, so like, did he cast himself as Hei Hei? 😂 He could have been "Mini Maui", who is another nonspeaking character, but would have made more sense for his singing/rapping bit, but hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing! He makes a great Hei Hei 😁

(Also the fact that Layne's character card thing is orange, and this was before he earned the title of Carrot Lord! The foreshadowing!)

Geoff just deadpan handing a coconut to Layne, love that (also what is it with Voiceplay and nearly every single video screencap looking like a great Draw The Squad/Tag Yourself prompt? 😂

"Get the hook! Geddit?"

Geoff with not-yet-shoulder-length hair (i.e. Younger Geoff) is a different vibe to long-haired Geoff honestly. I very much love him as he is today, of course I do, but I still very much enjoy him here too <3

It's a freaking crime that they cut away from Geoff on the "I can't" part of the "I'll never hide, I can't, I'm too shiny!" line tbh /j

Geoff wears a watch a lot in videos (and since the last few years at least, he usually has something on the other wrist too), but for this video he apparently decided to not wear a more regular black or brown watch, and instead went with something a lot more, well, Shiny! (low-key drama queen vibes ngl, love that for him)

The "Know Who You Are" section is absolutely beautiful in every single way, 10/10, no notes

Love Rachel's dancing, she's a brilliant performer, both on mic and in front of the camera!

This might not be one of the biggest displays of "hey check out what I/we can do!" for any of the Voiceplay members out of all their videos, when it comes to vocal ranges and stuff, but it's still a great one to watch, and I'm happy that it did so well on social media! It's got the playfulness and silliness that has always been and continues to be part of Voiceplay's overall "brand", while still being a really good production and arrangement.

#voiceplay #acapella #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #earl elkins #earl elkins jr #rachel potter #moana #moana medley #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

[sunnykeysmash]

some question inspo for the livestream

So you just purchased a ticket (bless u 🫡 have fun) but now you're panicking because of the "interactive" feature of said event? You think of what you could possibly ask them about sunny but are drawing a blank? Do not fret, here are some ideas you can draw inspiration from, if you want. You don't have to of course, it's your money, but I think it's fun and it could be useful to make such a list in case the question you prepared gets asked by someone else first!

If some are worded weirdly, chalk that up to me being ESL, but feel free to reword them to your liking or change them up entirely, it's just for inspo.

Related to sunny:

What inspired you to write [your own favorite episode]?

Are there details such as the shoe print on Mac's The Gang Goes To Hell shirt in Hero or Hate Crime that you're disappointed the fans have missed?

Where is [the dildo bike, the RPG]?

What's [x character] favorite [y thing like singer, show, color, anything you want]?

What do you think Mac used the remaining money from his winning ticket for? (14$)

Do you have plans for Brian JR/do you know what happened in North Dakota/will you explore it more or do you plan to keep it up for interpretation?

S15 was different from all previous seasons, so what were some challenges that were unique to it wether in writing, filming or anything else?

Whose head did The Gang Does A Clip Show take place inside of, Dennis or Charlie?

Why four more seasons in particular?

What's the best season?

What is your favorite episode from each season? Least favorite?

What are some characters you would like to bring back?

How is Charlie and the Waitress' relationship like currently?/What is the Waitress up to?

What would happen if the gang made paddy a gay bar again in the present day? How would things differ from the pilot episode?

Will S16 feature a seasonal arc like S15 did or was it a one off thing?

Has Dennis ever used the algorithm featured in Paddy's Has A Jumper for other things/does he make up algorithms often to try to solve problems?

Do you really not have a show bible?

What are some other actors that you would like to see play Mac's boyfriend if Ryan Reynolds were unavailable or you decided against casting him?

Are there jokes that you're disappointed most fans haven't caught?

Related to macdennis:

Is Mac currently still feeding Dennis blended up pizza and soda shakes?/Dying his hair?

Did The Gang Chokes imply that Mac and Dennis no longer have dinners together but rather they do it with the rest of the gang?/What about movie nights?

Have you ever noticed that Mac and Dennis' names sound a lot like the protagonists in Brokeback Mountain, Jack and Ennis?

What prompted The Gang Gets Romantic to be made?

How was Mac able to afford the RPG?

Was there any reason for the lock in The Gang Escapes to be heart shaped? *insert playful knowing expression 😏*

In The Gang Tends Bar, Mac mentions that Dennis has been distant from him lately and insists it's because he's gay, but Charlie counters saying he's known that since forever so it can't be. Can you tell us a bit more about what the real reasons could be?

What is your favorite Mac and Dennis centric episode and why?

How does Dennis know so much about gay subculture?

Was The Gang Chokes inspired by Phantom Thread?

Related to RCGM:

Does Glenn plan to direct more episodes in S16?

What is Rob's favorite Ryan Reynolds movie?

What is Megan's favorite episode and least favorite?/What episode she wishes she could've helped write?/What has been her favorite episode to work on so far?/What is her favorite character to write for?

What's the hardest character to write for?

What are your impressions of the fandom?

What's your name for the dennis sex doll, and are you aware a subset of fans calls it "rubby reynolds"?

Glenn, what made you rediscover a newfound passion for writing sunny?

How has been the fan reception to the podcast?

Will there be more live events (streamed or in person) in the future?

Glenn, will you ever make more playlists?

You guys grindin'? 🤭 (I'M KIDDING!!)

Okay I have no more ideas left in me 😵‍💫 but if you feel like adding more please feel free to do so!! Maybe there's a question you're curious about but don't really want to ask yourself, and someone else might...

#iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny #macdennis #live event #im sure everyone has their one question they really wanna know already ready so feel free to ignore #SOMEONE PLEASE RECORD THE EVENT THO IF YOU CAN IF YOU'RE ABLE TO #think of these like plot bunnies... for anyone familiar #sunny fans when they cant go be like: i will make up 20 questions i couldve asked #everyone have fun!!! 🫡🫡 good luck. we have them in our palm friends #im sure im forgetting obvious ones but im dumb #some insane hero will outright ask if they know about macdennis ik they will and i would like to say that i wish their pillows always cold

[hmspogueobx]

Sunshine and Pine

Chapter Three: Glorious Muscles and the Smell of a Sweater

The smell of cookies wafts into my face as Emily pulls a sheet out of the oven. Seeing my opening, I snag a spoonful of cookie dough out of the bowl while her back is turned. I've been doing this for the past 30 minutes, and apparently my luck has finally run out.

"Lucy!!" She scolds, seeing me from the corner of her eye. I burst into a fit of giggles just as some of the boys walk in.

"Ugh, would you look at his face." Embry mocks, pointing at Paul. "Damn lovesick puppy."

I turn to see Paul admiring my giggles, leaning against the doorway arms crossed, looking at me like they do in all the best cheesy rom coms.

"Not two seconds before we walked in he was bitching about being wet and bored. Where was this Paul for the past 3 hours. I'd like to be on patrol with him next time please." Paul turns around and growls at Embry, shutting him right up.

Paul may have been complaining about the downpour outside, but I certainly wasn't. While Paul is scaring off Embry, my eyes rake up his body. His shirt is clinging to him in a delicious way, the thin material absolutely drenched. Every dip of muscle is on full display. I am all here for this wet t-shirt contest. It's not until Paul clears his throat that I break out of my daze. I'm almost afraid to meet his eyes. Peeking up at his face, he is radiating mischief.

"Smirk any harder Paul and it'll get stuck on your face." I sass, cheeks flaming red at being caught so blatantly staring in a room full of my friends.

"It might be worth it." He says, voice dripping cockiness.

"Hey, we're ALL wet over here! I feel like I should take this as a blow to my self esteem." Quil says, doing a full Vanna White to all of the other rain soaked abs.

Mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can, I twirl towards Quil.

"Wow, I'm so lucky to be in this room with so many breathtaking men." I throw the back of my hand to my forehead and pull out my best southern accent. "All these glorious muscles. I'm absolutely swooning! Emily-" I whip around to her and she's fighting a grin. "have you ever seen such strong, manly men in all your days?" She's giggling at me now, shaking her head at my antics.

"There, was that better?" I turn to Quil.

He holds his chin up high. "Much better. Finally, an appropriate level of awe." And turns and walks into the living room, plopping down on the couch.

Paul is staring at me with puppy dog eyes again, his smile growing once I've turned my attention back to him. I make my way over and snuggle into his waiting arms.

"Hi beautiful." He mumbles into my hair, taking a deep inhale. "Mmmm you always smell so good. Like sunshine." My face scrunches up in amusement.

"I didn't realize sunshine had its own smell." It comes out as more of a question. Paul draws his eyebrows together in mock seriousness. "Oh of course it does. Smells all happy and warm." I giggle at him, causing an adorable smile to crack through his facade. "Thank you?"

"It's my favorite smell." He smiles down at me, still wrapped up in his arms. "How was your night?"

"It was fun. We had a girls night. Did all the classic girl stuff. Made cookies, talked about the boys we like... you know."

"Oh yeah? You got a crush or something?" He plays along.

"Mmm can't tell you that. That's top secret girl talk." I look up at him. There's definitely a spark of playfulness from our typical back and forth. But something heavy lies in his eyes too.

My mouth morphs into a frown. "How was patrol? You end up getting anywhere near the wedding?"

"Very very close actually." His face drops. "Jake crashed it. We had to step in before he hurt Bella." I pull out of his arms at this, the mention of Jake's sudden reappearance startling me.

"It's kinda fucked up actually, everything was totally fine until Bella told Jake her and her vampire were going to have a real honeymoon." His hands thrown up in air quotes. "Jake totally lost it. Thinks Bellas gonna die or somethin."

"Wouldn't be the worst way to go." I can't help the joke that slips past my lips, Paul's eyes narrowing at my shitty comedic timing. Then my shoulders sag with the weight of having missed Jacob.

"I should never have told him to go."

"Hey," His finger under my chin lifts my eyes back up to his. "From everything you told me happened, he needed some separation. I mean look what being back here did. All you did was tell your friend to do what's best for him and not for Bella. You're an amazing friend." His speech brings a warmth to my chest that only he seems to be able to ignite.

I lean into his chest, a slow smile creeping onto my lips. "Smooth talker." I wink at him and lean in for a kiss. A soft hum escaping from my mouth as his tongue glides across my bottom lip, silently requesting entrance. "You mentioned something about a good way to go..." Paul mumbles against my lips.

Someone groans behind me.

"Ugh seriously dude! There are people trying to eat here." Embry calls from the kitchen table.

Paul throws a middle finger behind my back, not for a second considering moving away from the kiss.

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A buzzing from the coffee table pulls my attention away from my book. Throwing a bookmark between the well worn pages, I exchange it for my phone. My dads name lights up the screen, bringing a smile to my face.

"Hey dad! What's up?" I asked.

"Hi sweetheart! Good to hear your voice." I can practically feel the excitement coming off of him. "I have officially collected enough miles to meet this boyfriend of yours!"

Last time I'd seen my dad he'd gone on and on about how much better I'd seemed. When I'd moved away from him, I was still stuck in a full scale mental MMA fight with my anxiety and trauma. Winner takes all. And while I'd told him about how being in a pack had helped me heal, apparently I'd brought up Paul alot. My dads words were, and I quote "you look like you're floating when you talk about this guy... He deserve you?" And from that moment on, he'd been dead set on judging that for himself.

"Yay! That's exciting. When are you coming?" My smile growing bigger.

"Is this weekend to last minute?" Doubt creeping into his tone.

"Nope! Come on down. The pack is having a bonfire. It's a whole big family affair though, so I don't see why you couldn't come along. Meet everyone."

"I wouldn't be intruding?" My dad, forever worried about stepping on people's toes.

"Not at all! Everyone else's parents will be there. I'm part of the pack too, so why shouldn't my dad come along. Come on, everyone will be stoked to meet you!" I encourage him.

"Well alright then. There's definitely a few people I'm particularly looking forward to meeting." I could hear the mischief in his voice. Well, here's hoping Paul doesn't intimidate easily. He's a big bad werewolf, he can handle it...

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Paul is anxiously fidgeting with some random stick he found on the ground. One hand twirling it between his fingers, the other drumming on my knee. I'm sitting on one of the logs around the fire, Paul firmly planted on the ground between my legs. My fingers work their way up to comb through his hair. He instantly leans back into my palm, melting into my touch.

"You know he already loves you right?" I lean down, whispering encouragement into his ear.

His head tilts all the way back to rest upside down in my lap. The act is so endearing, I can't help but grin down at him.

"I've literally never been in a relationship that mattered enough to meet someone's father. I may be a smooth talker with you, but this is uncharted territory babe."

Billy Black, who's sitting close on my other side, overhears our whispers and clears his throat until we look his way.

"Son, I can confidently say as the father to two daughters myself. The way you care for this girl... He's going to love you."

Paul lifts his head to look Billy in the eye properly.

"Thanks, Billy." and with a nod, Billy's turning back to his friends.

My body jitters as a chill runs through me, the wind having picked up all of a sudden. Paul is instantly scooting his way to sit by my side, pulling off his sweater so he can pull it over my head, and wraps me up in his arms. It dawns on me then that it was rare to see Paul wearing a shirt, let alone a hoodie like he had been tonight.

"I didn't realize you even owned a sweater. How were you not boiling hot in this?" I question, balling my fists in the long sleeves.

"Oh I brought it for you. I didn't think you could even get cold as a wolf," he jabs at me with a smirk "but you still seem to. Wanted to keep you warm."

"Well that's very sweet. You could have just folded it though, you didn't have to sweat to death all night." As I'm talking, his scent wafts to my face and I can't help but pull the hoodie up over my nose and quietly inhale.

Paul hears me and looks over, eyes shining with some inside joke. "I thought you might like it more if It smelled like me... Guess I called it."

My cheeks flush red.

"Don't worry, It's super cute." He says chuckling to himself, pulling me into his side and planting a sweet kiss on my temple.

Peeking up to search the faces of the party, I catch the face of my father, who's staring straight at us from across the fire. Judging by the soft look in his eye, he's just seen that whole exchange.

I let out an excited squeak and bound up out of my seat, knocking Paul a bit off balance in my hurry.

"Dad!!" I scream, flinging myself into his waiting arms. Aunt Sue, who'd been his ride brushing past us to get warm by the fire.

"Hi sweetheart! Let me look at you" he says, pulling back to take in my face.

I'm grinning up at him. He's grinning right back before he looks over my shoulder.

"I think you might've been the only thing keeping that boy from rockin outta his seat kid." He says with a snort.

Turning around, I see Paul's knee is going double time and he's trying to look busy talking to Jared beside him, but I've already seen him glance over 3 times.

Suppressing a giggle I motion for my dad to follow me back to my seat.

When we reach Paul, I slip my hand onto his shoulder, a wave of peace washing over him.

"Paul, this is my dad Joel. Dad, this is Paul. I guess you've met on the phone... but it's so much better to be in his glorious presence." I exclaim in my best swooning girlfriend voice.

My dad's giving me a look like 'ease up, this boys clearly nervous enough'. But I can see in Paul's face, he's hesitating on whether he should be the polite well behaved boyfriend, or follow his gut and be himself. In the end his gut seems to win out.

"In her defense, it is pretty glorious." My dad let's out an unexpected snort.

"Ok I get it now. I'm glad she's found someone to match her level of sass." He says, reaching a hand out to Paul.

He stands and gives it a good manly shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you officially sir."

After my dad insists Paul calls him by his name, the two instantly start talking about all the things you'd expect. Football, fishing and all the most embarrassing moments of my life.

In other words, they talk all night. But Paul makes sure to keep his hand around my shoulders to keep me warm. Occasionally giving me little kisses on the side of the head, peeking down to make sure I'm alright.

I smile at him every time, and keep watching my two favorite people become part of each other's lives.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fluff #twilight #werewolves

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

So I have 3 twst OCs, 2 that have yet to see the light of day. I figured, after much anxiousness, it's about time I actually put them out there. And if y’all have any questions or anything, feel free to throw them at me. I'm happy to try and talk about them lol

Also here’s the picrew I used because I can’t draw ✌️

My Twst OCs Introduction

Mayumi

My Yuu-sona

90% a self insert

Very Gen Z child

Disney child: grew up watching a lot of Disney, knows all the villains in twst, most songs, and can recite a handful of scenes from heart (her favourite is Lion King, followed by my own favourite: Beauty and the Beast)

Horny: this is actually a defining character trait if you can believe it. She saw Malleus walk out of those bushes one night and now won’t shut up about how hot “the bush man” is and how desperately she wants him. She is also down real bad for Leona but we blame that on his severe lack of man tit coverage and the fact that he growls.

She’s usually in desperate need of grass touching

Decently social, but awkward and anxious

What is sleep

Pretty clingy and easily emotionally attached to things and people

Does not get along with Sebek, especially once the whole her desiring Malleus carnally gets out (typical must fight Sebek for Malleus shit)

Has real bad home sickness and crippling separation anxiety from her family and is prone to 3 am panic attacks about being in this random world with seemingly no way back home and the possibilities of dying without ever seeing them again

Exists in the same universe as @my-multi-fandom-blog’s Yuu-sona. Pray for them cause they have to share a room with Mayumi’s endless horniness

Visual

Tiny human child

She’s 5’2 or 158 cm (don’t even talk to me about height difference with Malleus man 🥲)

She’s has medium length dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and has pretty light skin (the lack of sunshine ain’t helping)

Freckles. Not a lot and they’re light, but they’re there

Doesn’t have much fashion sense. If it’s comfortable, it’s going on. She sometimes dresses in rainbow and Vil hates it

She likes to wear t-shirts or crop tops and pretty short shorts. There is no way her ass could ever pass as a boy when she lands in TW like that

Aziza

Leona’s girlfriend

She is a lioness

She’s not a mage. In fact, she really doesn’t use magic at all

She and Leona are childhood friends (their relationship gives heavy Simba Nala vibes)

She’s not royalty, but grew up in his kingdom. Leona being royalty has had a significant impact on her life

Since Leona refused to tell us how he got his scar in canon, I decided to have fun making shit up. Basically both her and Leona went off somewhere dangerous and almost died at like 11 years old, leading to her getting in massive trouble and getting banned from both the castle and Leona for putting him in danger

Leona’s parents don’t like her. They’re pissed she almost got their son killed

Her parents aren’t on the best terms with her either cause they’re mad she fucked their relationship with the royal family. They still get along decently tho

Leona wasn’t taking that ban shit tho so he decided to start sneaking out of the castle to see Aziza. They then spent all their teenage years being friends in secret and then falling in love. They figured out all their feelings just before Leona left for his first year at NRC and they’ve been dating ever since (still in secret cause their parents would not be happy)

They’re both clingy and nap times are good

Leona is soft around her (especially in private) but don’t ever tell that to him cause he will rip your face off

She wants kids. Like really wants kids. And we know how Leona feels about kids sooo. It’s like the one wedge in their relationship

Visual

Obviously being a lioness she’s got the ears and tail

She’s 5’8 or 173 cm with golden eyes

She’s not much lighter than Leona in skin colour, but her hair is much lighter. It’s brown that borders on blonde and is short, straight, and messy.

She has a pretty big scar on her upper back from the near death experience. It’s worse than Leona’s, but easy to hide under clothing

She also has a tattoo that matches Leona’s, just on her opposite arm. They got them together in a teenage rebellion fit

Ariel Thorn

Jade’s girlfriend (eventually)

She’s newer than the other two so there’s a lot more fleshing out to do with her

She is named after the Little Mermaid Ariel, much to her dislike

Her parents are weird cause they don’t particularly like the great seven/villains and whatever (hence being named after Ariel we don’t ask how they know this information we just accept it). This lead to a bit of a rift in their relationship

She’s a mage who attends the NRC sister school (that I decided is a thing now). She is in Octavinelle

As for her personality, I literally had sat down and just thought “Jade’s perfect girlfriend” and went from there

Essentially she’s Jade… but better. She does Jade better than Jade

She comes off as a sweet and caring person that Jade didn’t think anything of when they met first

Turns out she wants to see the world burn just as much as he does but she’s made it so like no one can read her that way unless she wants them to

Jade never even realized she was hiding anything until she basically outed herself to him as this top tier con not even he saw through. And once she revealed her true colours to him, he was genuinely shocked by her ability to fly under his radar and is immediately invested in her

The two of them don’t actually start dating like normal people, even when it’s fucking obvious they like each other. They know, yet choose to communicate and flirt using mind games instead of talking about their feelings properly

It’s essentially a battle to see who’s gonna cave in first really

She’s only oc with a last name just so she and Jade can aggressively call one another by last name with threatening undertones in a not flirty way at all

She’s touchy. But only with Jade. She’s not super into being touched unless it’s Jade and she will absolutely touch him unnecessarily. Like fixing his tie when there was nothing wrong with it just as an excuse to be close and touch him

Visual

Designed by my friend @my-multi-fandom-blog

She’s 5’5 or 165 cm with orange eyes

She has light skin and chin length, straight red hair

When not in her uniform, she definitely prefers to wear tight and/or revealing clothing

Both her and Jade give me sexy, sleek suit and dress vibes. They simply radiate hot and sexy criminal when they're together

Bonus fact: since Floyd and Riddle end up together in our world, both Leech twins end up with a red head. I just think that’s fun. They certainly have a type

#throws into the void and runs #ahhhhhhhhhhhhh #the anxiety lol #hope y’all like em #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #mayumi #aziza #ariel #ariel thorn #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland