#you can tell who i drew first and last cant you

[factual-fantasy]

(post in question) @elegysonnet

Thank you! None of my ideas are really solid yet.. but I can explain the reasoning behind their designs and tell you a bit of the back stories that I've got so far! :}} (prepare for a WALL of text-YOU ASKED FOR IT--)

First, Jevil. I pictured my Jevil being locked away in a cell for many many years. Like I think canon Jevil was. The wear and tear you see on his clothes is just wear that developed overtime from being in that cell. I might update his old outfit later.. but so far the torn gloves, missing bell and worn shoe are from the years of being locked away. Now eventually he is able to break out of his cell and escape into the multiverse. I'm not sure how, but thinking its gonna have to do with mirrors. He probably wanted to go back to his AU, but if he did he'd just wind up right back in that cell. So he.. left. And just kind'a roams the multiverse now, looking for a new home I guess.

Now during his travels he was able to find bits of clothing to replace/repair his old outfit. Replacing his shirt, finding a new cape, cutting out a corner to patch his new shirt- Finding a cheap Christmas bell to replace his old one. Using standard bandages to patch his shoe- cutting a square out of the overalls to fit his tail and patch his torn hat- <XDD stuff like that.

Now turning to Grillby.. My Grillby's AU was suddenly destroyed. And Jevil saved him from being destroyed along with it. But Grillby isn't exactly grateful.. rather he's overcome with grief over the loss of his world and family, and is actually angry with Jevil for having saved him. He would have rather just been extinguished along side his wife and daughter..

Because of this emotional turmoil, Grillby tuned blue and stayed blue. (See this post for my Grillby color headcanons-) I drew him in his bartender outfit but that wont stick. He ends up wearing what ever trash clothes he can find. His uniform is the last existing thing from his AU. And he dare not let his emotional instability burn it up. So he keeps it folded up neatly in his backpack and just tosses the backpack aside when he gets upset enough to start burning things uncontrollably..

Now for the creepy one, Spamton! He comes from an AU where things function a bit differently then our usual Deltarune. One of the big differences is the acid in the queens castle is blue instead of green. And yes! I did go with the acid lake theory :00-- but instead shrinking when falling into the acid.. my Spamton just kind'a.. fell apart. Its like the structural integrity of his body just collapsed. He kind'a got Gastered- The outer layer of his face and hands got so dry that huge splits formed all over his face and knuckles. His teeth got stuck together and became one big glob of hard mass. His hair melted together, his pants and shirt became part of him.. Its pretty yucky. He was in so much pain and he didn't know what to do.. Well, that's when Jevil showed up.

I'm thinking that taking Spamton outside of his AU didn't eliminate his pain.. rather.. being away from his world effected his body and.. changed his pain. Changed how it hurts or where it hurts. In a way, Spamton is in "less pain" when he's outside of his AU, because the pain is different and more.. tolerable..? Somewhat.?? So he chose to leave his AU and stay with Jevil. Its not like he was leaving anything behind.. the people in his AU treated him horribly. As they traveled, they got a cloak and some goggles/glasses for him. Spamton also struggled with motor function in his hands. like Gaster.. So Jevil wrapped them in bandages to keep them together and help them move more coherently.

Also Grillby kind'a envy's Spamton for having an AU to freely return to. And thinks that despite the pain and struggles, he should return. He still has the opportunity to make a life for himself there. But you cant really blame Spamton for following the only person who has ever shown him kindness and changed his blinding pain into something else..

Then there's Goner kid. I'm thinking that she is from an AU where she fell into the core perhaps? But she's not a part of Gaster. She doesn't have anything that ties herself to him. She's just, out there. All alone..

Jevil finds her and feels sorry for her.. so he helps her to get back to her AU. Only to discover that another version of her already exists and took her place. In order to bring her back to her world, you would have to destroy her other self.. But her other self is a person too.. someone who can love, who can think, its a person. Jevil wont kill her and Goner kid doesn't want him too. But she's still heart broken.

Her entire identity was stolen. She has nothing left to her name.. not ever her name. Its not hers anymore. So to cheer her up Jevil gives her a new name. One completely unique to her. Goner kid smiles, and decides to follow Jevil where ever he goes. She cant have her old life or name back, but she can live a new life, with her new name and new best friend. (I might reveal that name in a future comic👀👀)

Eventually during their travels they come across an AU where Alphys made robot arms for Monster Kid. Now MK is like a teenager in this AU so he doesn't need the other arm models that Alphys built for him. So she simply gives a pair of little arms to Goner kid! The pink bow was also a gift from Jevil so there's that XD-

Now River person.. I haven't really been able to flesh her out too much actually. But I'm thinking that River person is in a similar situation to Goner kid and Grillby. She cant go back to her AU for some reason and is heart broken. Maybe it was destroyed like Grillby's was? I imagine that she's not mad at Jevil for saving her though. And I don't think she'd be grieving her life like Grillby is. More of.. she's grieving for.. everyone else's life?? She would take people on trips down the river and hear about their life and stories. Their hopes and dreams.. Hear about what the children wanted to be when they grew up. Only to have all that snuffed out. Gone. Yet she remains? Why her? She feels that compared to the others from her world.. She was simple. Was of less value then those that she spoke to. She feels like someone, anyone should have been saved in her place. Maybe survivors guilt would be a good way to put it?

But she's not angry with Jevil for saving her. Just.. hollow. Conflicted.. appreciative..? But still conflicted-

ANYWAYS, wall of text over XDD I hope you enjoyed reading all of that and I answered all of your burning questions. :}} Feel free to send more!

#my response #deltarune #undertale #jevil #spamton #grillby #goner kid #river person

[dandelionxbby]

The Grudge - Spider and Neytiri

I have nightmares each week about that Friday in May - Spider often has nightmares about the day on the Sea Dragon

Trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers - Spider felt betrayed after Neytiri held him hostage, he was confused as to why he had to pay for the sins of his father

Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers - Neytiri often tried to spoil the relationships spider had with her children

And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did - Its very unlikely that Neytiri feels even an atom of guilt for what she did to him

But I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it - Spider was still a child and this a was traumatic moment of him, its hard to forget details when someone almost ended your life.

My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge - Spider has always loved the Sullys but how could he trust them now

And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough - Neytiri has expressed her hatred for Spiders more than once, it possible he still hears her voice

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream - He has to be calm he can't scream, he can't rage. He would seem crazy, it would only be another reason to outcast him

How could anybody do the things you did so easily? - Neytiri held a knife to him and was going to take his life without a second thought

And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine - he has to be ok, he cant let anyone know hes hurt by what she did

But you know I can't let it go I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long - He wants to move on and be okay but its hard

It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong - Neytiri was a mother to him, he wants to forgive her because its the right thing to do so that he can be happy, but he just cant

The arguments that I have won against you in my head - Spider was hurt and he wants Neytiri to know but he doesnt have it in him to say it to her

In the shower, in the car and in the mirror before bed. Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone and I make you feel so guilty - The only way he can confront her is in his head and he often tell her how he feels when hes alone

And I fantasize about a time you're a little sorry - all he wants is for Neytiri to acknowledge what she did was wrong

And I try to understand why you would do this all to me - of all the humans that have wronged her, why did he have to bear the brunt of it all

You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy - he knows she hurt

And I know in my heart hurt people hurt people And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal - He knows why she did it, while the last part it very literal, it also could be mental and emotional scars, what she did to him hurts worst than anything he has ever done to her.

Ooh, do you think I deserved it all? - did she really hate him that much

Ooh, your flowers filled with vitriol - he only became part of the family once their first-born son died, he always wanted to be part of the family but do they really want him or do they just want a replacement for Neteyam

You built me up to watch me fall - she watched him grow up just to be the one who almost ended it all

You have everything and you still want more - he has done all he could to fit in but he will never be enough for her

I try to be tough, I try to be mean - hes tried to not let his guard down, he knows at any moments she could kill him

But even after all this, you're still everything to me - even after all thats said and done, he still love the Sullys and Neytiri

And I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine - to Neytiri he will never be one of the people and thats okay

But you know I can't let it go I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long - he has tried to take the blame for what happened to move on but he still hurts

It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet - forgiveness is something that takes time, he wants to forgive not only Neytiri but also Jake and he will but hes not sure when it will be.

It takes strength to forgive, but - the cut off of the line show that he wants to stop making excuses for why he cant forgive yet and just wants to do it.

#avatar twow #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x human reader #loak x human reader #loak x tsireya #atwow loak #loak sully #loak x reader #avatar loak #avatar 2 #spider socorro #spider soccoro x reader #spider soccoro sully #jake sully #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #sully family #kiri sully #tonowari #ronal avatar #neytiri #omatikaya #tsireya #aounung

[makeyoumine69]

Congratulations to 1k!!! You deserve it and even more:D

Well,after i read your smut,where Reader was top,i thought almost all night like:

If Patrick Bateman was sub and Reader was..how i can tell it without shy...sexual sadist,dominant,charasmatic bitch,which will say all sorts of her dirty thoughts while they are fucking. Prefer fem,but only if you want tho. I just cant stop thinking about Pat has S/O,who can compete with him in dominance and horny as hell-

— A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it!💗

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"Yes! Ah...fuck y-yes!" your loud, shameless moan made Patrick's thick cock throb in your womb as you rode him hard, pressing him down with your succulent hips. "Mmhhm...your dick feels so good, SO FUCKING GOOD!"

"(Y/N), baby..." Bateman whimpered as he tried to grab your waist and take the lead, but you brushed his hands away. "I'm so c-close! Please..."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you to beg me," you cooed with him, pushing two digits into his heated mouth. "Open it!"

Patrick hesitated for a moment, but then submitted and began to suck on your graceful fingers.

"You should see yourself, Bateman," you glanced down at his flushed face, then raised your eyes to look around his fancy bedroom. "God...you were so pathetically needy that we didn't even make it to your bed," you slowed down the pace, rolling your hips against his solid ones and leaning on his perfect abs. "So I had to fuck you right on the floor!"

Patrick only moaned in response, especially when you added one more finger, shoving them deeper into his mouth, almost harshly.

"Mmm... I'm mm-gonna cum!" The way he was trying his best to pronounce something clearly made you laugh, and you couldn't help but rock back and forth on his dick — the friction was too intense, but you kept yourself in balance as you wanted him to cum first.

"Do you think you were a good boy enough to let you cum?" You asked him, pulling your fingers out of his mouth and wrapping your hand around his shaky throat.

"Mmmm...yes!"

"Are you sure?" You drew closer to his burning lips and stopped moving, causing a pitiful whimper to erupt from his massive chest.

"What do you w-want me to do?" His hot breath was almost scorching, but you stayed still, squeezing his cheeks and leaving a wet trail of small hickeys along his neck.

A devilish smile flashed across your face as you came up with the idea of what exactly you wanted him to do.

"Oh boy, since you're so obedient, I'll tell you what I want," you murmured, getting up only to change your position, so now you were facing his blushing cock and giving him an astonishing view of your dripping slit. "I want you to use your mouth properly," wiggling your ass slightly, you turned around to give him a cheesy smile. "You want that pussy, baby boy?"

"Yes," he didn't wait for your permission, and you gasped once you felt his puffy lips encircle your pulsating little bud. "Mmm, cum all over my face," Patrick was so fucking thirsty, lapping at your cunt like a hungry kitten. "I want to drink you dry so fucking bad...mhhm!"

Bateman couldn't hold back a low growl as you pressed your hips closer to his face, silencing him and forcing his beefy shaft to twitch in your hands as you pumped it vigorously before taking it inside. Skillfully, you sucked him off and rubbed his heavy sac. This little whiny bitch didn't last long, so you let him explode into your mouth, because you were in a good mood. Although Bateman was so fucking dazed from the huge orgasm, he didn't stop licking, sucking and devouring your luscious pussy, and soon you joined him in the ocean of ecstasy, pinning his head to the floor with all your might.

God, Patrick was such a perfect fucktoy, and maybe he was even more than that, but right now it didn't matter.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale #patrick bateman imagines

[lab1rynth]

YAN!HALLUCINATION

(there is major talk of prescription drugs in this, nothing of using it for harm or overdosing)

Yan!Hallucination who you've seen for years now, you just woke up with it watching you one day, it was always in the room with you, talking to you or watching you from afar. Everywhere you looked, the shadowy mass was there. Despite its hellish appearance it was always quite kind, its whispers flooded your mind when it spoke to you.

Yan!Hallucination who when you spoke of it to your parent, they got worried and tried to talk to you more about it. It stared at you from the corner of the room, as you spoke to them, trying not to upset it. Your parent got up and immediately decided you needed to get treatment, telling you about schizophrenia and such. You shook your head explaining that you didn't want treatment, you just wanted to be understood.

Yan!Hallucination who lays beside you that night, it stares at you while you rant. You could go on for hours but you finally tire yourself out after thirty minutes, your eyes slowly start to close as your speech slurs before you fall asleep. You wake up to you parents ushering you out of the house and to the hospital, saying that they're getting you evaluated. You and it were both quite offended at this, you pushed yourself of the car but they yelled at you to get back in, so you did.

Yan!Hallucination who watched you through the next few weeks, it didn't like how you were going through with trying to get rid of him, how your parents manipulated you into thinking it wasn't real. Of course when you started medication you apologized to it first before downing your daily dose.

Yan!Halluncination who hadn't gone away after the pills were taken, you thought you'd have to give the medicine time but that time never came, it was still there over your shoulder, whispering in your ear, "Poor thing, your parents are such fools. They're trying to get rid of me, Birdy, the only thing that knows exactly what you are," it murmured, "too bad no pill can stop me from seeing you, I am not a delusion; I'm the realest thing you know." Yan!Hallucination who one day you catch looking at the pill bottle with a small hum, you ask it what its doing, "Get rid of them," it demanded. You felt as if you needed to do this, this 'hallucination' was the closest thing you could call a friend. You nodded and picked up the bottle in front of it, it walked to lead you to the window in your room. You had opened it and tossed the bottle before, gulping, before looking back at it.

Yan!Hallucination who figures out this power it has over you, and uses it for benefit at times, having you get stuff for it and or do things for it. Always ending in praise and a small little gift of your choosing, mostly cuddles. It had basically started training you to do its bidding in return for almost nothing, but to you it was everything.

Yan!Hallucination who you woke up to one night, it was staring out the window before turning to you, its glowing white eyes piercing through the dark, "I want you to do something for me, birdy," it hummed, "Go down to the kitchen," it ordered, you silently nodded and stretched, rubbed your eyes of sleep and stood up, following orders and walking down the creaky wood stairs into the darkness of the kitchen.

Yan!Hallucination who you cant see in the darkness, other than its white eyes, "Go to the knife block, get a steak knife," It kept its orders sweet and simple, and you don't dare to question its orders. The last time you did, it went off at you, and you didn't like the thought of that happening again. You drew the longest steak knife you could find, "Good Birdy," it coo'd, "We're going to your parents room." Yan!Hallucination who quietly watched as you followed its orders once more, quietly opening your parents door and walking inside, seeing their sleeping bodies covered, it showed up behind you, feeling pins and needles where its hands touched your waist, it whispered in your ear, "Stick the knife.." it whispered, "In their eyes," You gasped and looked at it, shock overcoming you, "Do it for me, Pretty Bird. Stick. The. Knife. In. Their. Eyes."

Yan!Hallucination who laughed at you audibly gulped, you took a step forward, your knuckles white as your hands tightened around the knife, "We'll be able to stay together forever, birdy, don't you want that?" It asked as you stood there, hesitating. You gave it a nod, looking back at it with wide teary eyes, before looking back at your parents, shuttering before walking forward and raising the knife, ready to kill for it.

#yourprettyboyswriting #male reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #yandere x you #x masc reader #x you fluff #x y/n #x you #x f reader #x female y/n #x ftm reader #x m reader #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #x trans woman reader #x transfem reader #x mtf reader #yandere writing #yandere #tw yandere

[a-boca-do-inferno]

you already did, part 2 (vincent mancini x reader) [request]

part 1

summary: Vincent is not a man not to admit his faults. He could be violent, stubborn, a little impulsive, too, but never prideful. At least not with the woman he loved.

warnings: angst, swearing, verbal abuse (sorta), fluff (sorta), just rly toxic stuff what can i tell ya

words: 3.3k

notes: this wasnt supposed to happen but yall cant stand just an angst oneshot 😭 cowards. (self-criticism.) and of course this is loosely based on rebel heart by first aid kit because i was listening to it while writing this. enjoy <3

Silence. 

Ever since (y/n) left, Vincent’s life seemed to have gone completely, utterly silent. Soundless were his heavy steps against the wooden floor, so contrary to the natural order of things; as was being away from the only person who ever understood him in this godforsaken world. But to anyone else, he was as bright and strong as ever. Reckless and ruthless as ever, ruling the Corleone empire with an iron fist, a cold heart and little humanity left. And he saw fit that even the last glimpse of his human side would’ve gone away with (y/n). It was as poetic as it was pathetic, and the dense sigh dancing in his lips was as soundless as one would expect from him those days. He felt suffocated. Muted. Silenced. Carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, yet Vinnie was as free as man can be. 

Shamefully. 

“Dinner’s ready, sweetheart”, a quiet voice comes from the door. His aunt has a soft, inviting expression that’s always there for him, but as soon as her gaze meets his troubled one, Connie frowns slightly. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m just tired”, he grumbles, looking back down at some documents. It’s not long before he huffs in annoyance, pushing them away and taking a deep breath. He can’t pretend, not with Auntie Connie. Vinnie closes his eyes for a second, rubbing his temples. “I’m just tired”, he repeats, his tone a little gentler now.

Connie shuts the door behind her and takes a step towards him, clasping her hands together. “Is it (y/n)?”

Vincent snorts, raising his brows in humourless amusement. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

She shrugs, taking a seat in front of him. “I won’t lie and say that I understand what it is that you see in that girl, not after the spectacle she made before leaving, but I know how much you miss her.”

Connie sounds faintly accusative to his ears, albeit her words are careful. He was well aware his family had a strong opinion on (y/n) from the beginning of their marriage, especially because she wasn’t Italian, but he never paid mind to them. It would be a cold day in hell when he’d let anyone dictate what he did with his life, no matter how unwavering his loyalty was to the Corleone household. He knew how to separate personal matters from work, always did. Perhaps that is why Vincent had been luckier than Michael as Godfather in that area; while he was ruthless, his passion could never be dialled down to serve some grand, ultimate purpose. Not with (y/n). His miserableness without her around was proof enough of that fact. 

“Yeah”, Vincent smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, as his memories can’t help but show the face of his angry ex-wife yelling her lungs out at the most dangerous people he knew. He lets out a low chuckle, looking at the ceiling, “she’s a little crazy, she’s always been, but that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I can’t do peace and quiet, you know me.” He pauses, only to breathe through his nose and glance back at her, with his brows furrowed. “I think I’m going crazy myself without her, anyway.”

He doesn’t usually open up like this with anyone, but his aunt had a way about her that felt like he could lay himself bare, and not hide anything. Apart from that, it was no overstatement to call it like it is: there was a darkness growing inside him with each passing day. And he was alone because he refused to accept it sooner, he knew that much. (y/n) was not one to take ungratefulness kindly, and he admired her for it to no end, even when it meant her letting him go. Vincent knew from the start he married a woman who wouldn’t budge on what she deserved. Maybe that was what hurt him the most; to see things so clearly now. There was no way she could’ve stayed by his side, not without conditioning herself to receive but crumbs of affection.

Connie shakes her head with a little grin, getting his attention. “Then what the hell are you still doing here feeling sorry for yourself?” She nods once, speaking convictively, “go after her.”

Vincent is surprised by the suggestion, and he goes back to staring at the papers in front of him for a moment. Could he, really? The thought had never crossed his mind, funnily enough. As deep as he was in his well of self-pity, any hopefulness from his part just felt childish and petty. Because on top of it all, he understood her decision, mayhaps even supported it internally. (y/n) was worth more than anything he could offer her right now. 

And so he sighs again, leaning back in his chair. He snaps his knuckles, studying his ring, “I appreciate the advice, but I reckon (y/n)’s gonna shoot me on sight if she ever sees me again. We’re done, she told me so.”

His aunt grunts, glaring at him. “Is that any way for a Corleone to talk, nephew? I know you better than this!” She gets up and stands by his side, squeezing his shoulder in encouragement. “Listen to your heart. You’re a dead man walking without that silly girl”, she jokes, pushing him slightly.

This goddamn woman. She can see through him like no one can. Vinnie snorts quietly, rolling his eyes and nodding. “Fine, but I’m sending you my hospital bill.”

Vincent was never a man not to admit his faults. He could be violent, aggressive, stubborn, a little impulsive, too, but never prideful. And especially not with the woman he loved more than anything, but their last meeting wasn’t the friendliest of them all. The last time they spoke to each other, (y/n) sat across from him with her unresting look glued to the table while their lawyers sorted out the divorce agreement. As opposed to his cutting words when they fought, both parted ways each with half of their patrimony — which was mostly Vinnie’s —, despite her protests against putting her hands on his “dirty money”. 

In that last hearing, his soon-to-be ex-wife kept to herself as best as she could, although she did speak up whenever he couldn’t hold his tongue and would make some resentful and sarcastic remarks. The bickering was inevitable with them, but it now left a sour taste in his lips, so agonisingly different from the lighthearted nature of their banter a few months prior. Vincent experienced a sense of betrayal somehow, and his mouth was known to be working overtime when he was unhappy. He was angry then, he just couldn’t help himself. 

And he still was livid, even now; surrounded by striking sorrow and her helpless absence. Vincent was mad at her for making him feel so pathetically small, forced to remain trapped in his own insignificance, only further proving her point of his becoming of a shell of a man because of the family business. And that was all he ever did since she went away, as if the universe’s ultimate laughter at his circumstances: work, work, work. With no soft lips to come home to. With no loving eyes to watch him take off his coat and hang it purposefully on the chair, with the sole motive of trying to get a reaction from her. Vinnie often did. She’d give him one of her fiery, yet sweet stares, ordering him around like he wasn’t the vilest guy in the block. And he complied gladly, crawling into bed the next second. 

For that, Vincent was a deeply angry, wrathful man; because he had lost his opportunity at redemption. (y/n) had slipped away right before his eyes, but he was as blind as they came. Like any angry man, he only saw red. Never her. 

It was almost like nothing had changed, after all.

Tom points at him with his cigarette, pulling Vincent out of his thoughts. “You sure about this?”

“No. But I’m going insane”, he mutters in reflex, resting his hands on his hips as his uncle gives him a short nod, blowing the smoke. 

Dinner’s finished and everyone else has left the table. It was a normal Friday night as any, and he quietly hoped it would continue like this. His week hadn’t been exactly the best one now with the FBI tracking his every move, and he was about to make it even better — or worse, terribly worse — with (y/n)’s certain rejection later on. But it was a change for once, and he couldn’t stand the silence and the dullness of his routine anymore. Besides, he could use some yelling right now. Perhaps it’d make him come back to his senses a bit.

“She’s a nuisance in the business”, Tom’s voice is quiet, level-headed, and Vincent stops his glass halfway through his mouth before his uncle resumes his speech. “She can’t handle this. She’s too soft.”

Vinnie scowls immediately. “Why the hell are you telling me all this as if I didn’t know, eh?”, he snarls, making a sour face as he gulps down his drink in one go. “I fucking married the broad, for Christ’s sake.”

Tom’s face stays neutral and he reclines in his chair. “I’m just asking, Vincent. You gotta be sure about this, ‘cause you already know where she stands.” There is pause, until he adds, “what sacrifices are you willing to make to get her back?”

He meant leaving the business, of course, and Vincent’s knuckles turn white as he squeezes the edge of the table unconsciously. He shakes his head and lets out a fake laugh, his core boiling up with contempt. Vinnie wants to punch Tom, but ends up containing himself. He was getting very good at that. “I don’t even know if she’ll take me back, Uncle Tommy. Let’s be more realistic here, Jesus.”

“Cut the bullshit”, his tone becomes more serious, and Vincent tenses up. It was not everyday he saw this side of Tom. “You ain’t a boy no more, Vinnie. A Don has responsibilities. That girl makes you soft and you know it.”

There it is: the judgement. That was what he couldn’t take anymore. The constant watching his back, always waiting for the next “innocent” suggestion on how to do his job. That the world was out to get him, he knows. But now his own family, the one he swore to protect, the people he’d give his life for? That couldn’t be. He needed some fresh air, and some nice cuddling with his girl. And that’s what he’d do right now. 

Fuck that.

“I don’t gotta listen to this”, Vincent stands up abruptly, grabbing his coat and giving one last glare at his uncle. He raises his voice, widening his eyes furiously, “and I don’t wanna hear you say her name again, got that?!”

He left without another word, marching out the house with his chin up and his usual thug walk. Vinnie got into his car and drove away into the night, enjoying the breeze on his face. (y/n) had moved into her old apartment even prior to the divorce papers were ready, and thankfully he knew where that was. He stepped on the pedal and accelerated, eager to see the face he missed so much. His heart was pounding into his chest. Suddenly, his vision appeared to be clearer and something burned in the pit of his stomach, resemblant to the effect of a drug. Just the thought of his baby close again ignited him in such a way. 

Almost six months without her scent, her voice, her touch. Would she even let him in, he wondered, this late at night? All alone in her house... Or so he wanted her to be. Nevertheless, as much as it made him irate to think of her in the arms of another, Vinnie couldn’t blame her for going out with other people. On the other hand, he just couldn’t fathom the thought of having anyone other than her. Not just yet. So different from the Vincent he was just before they met. She really had left her mark on him.  

He stopped the car in front of her building in a halt. His jacket did nothing to warm him up through the cold wind hitting his face as he got out of the vehicle, shutting the door with a thud that was surely louder than necessary. Vincent took a deep breath and stomped towards her front door, clearing his throat and staring at his shoes for a moment. He adjusted his suit and his hair, brushing it backwards anxiously. Goddamn it, what would he even say? “I missed you, let’s get back together, even though you hate my guts and I can’t compromise because of my family”? He should just leave. This was a bad idea.

He’s turning around when the wooden surface simply disappears from his rear view. The door opened to reveal (y/n) with her hair tied up, staring at him with concern and faint surprise. She had her pyjamas on, like a normal person would so late at night, but his look automatically fell over her bare legs. She looked as beautiful as ever, even more so than he remembered. His heart hammered inside his chest and he tried to appear unaffected at her presence, even though it was useless. 

Noticing his intense stare, the girl cleared her throat, raising a questioning brow. “What on earth are you doing here, Vincent?”

Right, he had to speak. “I wanted to see you”, he breathes out, almost choked up, and it’s pathetic, but he’s past caring about that. Vinnie takes a step closer, uninvited, because it’s so much stronger than him at this point. “I miss you, (y/n).” His voice comes out strained, yet resolute. 

(y/n) pauses, taking in his sudden approach. “Vincent...”

“Don’t turn me away yet. I just wanna talk, okay?”, he spits in a rush, and he looks like an eager puppy, probably, but he’s also way past caring about that. This is the woman of his life. He can bear to look a little stupid in front of her. “Please, baby, you just gotta listen to me.”

His wife closes her eyes and sighs, making way for him to enter. “I’m not your baby anymore, you know?” 

Vincent grins in relief, walking past her to sit on the couch. His palms are sweating and he rubs them against his pants back and forth, rocking his body nervously. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to answer, he’s never been the romantic type, but the words pour from his mouth anyways, “you’ll always be my baby.”

She looks unfazed by his directness, but her orbs still avoid him. “What do you wanna say that you haven’t already, Vincenzo?” (y/n) crosses her arms and takes a seat across from him, keeping her distance, and he can’t help but feel his chest tighten at this. 

“I miss you”, he repeats, blinking a few times. He’s so bad at this, but he’s got to do it. For her. “You’re my life. I can’t be without you, you know that.” She remains silent as he rambles, and he frowns despite himself, the feeling of being suffocated by the nothingness coming all over again. “Talk to me, (y/n)”, Vinnie’s being too demanding for the occasion, but he’s just so fucking tired of this. 

“I have nothing to say”, comes the noiseless murmur.

Vincent can spot the water fighting to escape her sombre look, but all he can think of is how fed up he is with these games. “Don’t you lie to me”, he growls, balling up his fists. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, sweetheart.”

“Get out of my house”, she stands up in the blink of an eye, glaring at his direction. 

He huffs and gets up only to glower right back at her, ignoring her request. “I won’t leave until we talk this through, okay?” He grabs her arm in a tight hold, mindful not to hurt her. This wasn’t how he was wishing things would go, although he should’ve known. She had left him for a reason. He tries to calm himself with a deep breath and lets go of her forearm, looking into her eyes intently, “tell me the truth, don’t you love me anymore?”

Tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t break their gaze. “You know I do”, she whispers desperately, gripping at his jacket with all her force. 

This very moment has happened before, a few times. The same tension and eagerness to make things just work, swimming against the current. This was so like them; to be running towards each other when they should be running away. He touches her fingertips ghostly, caressing them in silent request. (y/n) gulps and squeezes his hand softly, resting it over her pounding chest. His whole body shivers with their closeness, and he has to try his best not to pull her into a kiss right there. He’s never been one to respect boundaries, and that was yet another proof of just how strong his love for that woman was.

“Come back home”, Vincent coos, bringing their foreheads together. His orbs are as watery as hers now, and he bites his trembling lip, waiting for her assured decline. 

“That house is not my home, Vincent”, (y/n) whimpers, still holding his palm securely. “You know I won’t ever go back to that place.”

“Damn you”, Vinnie sighs, shutting his eyes tightly. He much preferred her yelling than this again, anyday. “You know I can’t leave, honey.”

“But you want to”, she gives him a piercing stare, and their noses are touching. 

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, their bodies flush against one another, and her hot breath made it all okay somehow. He was almost imploding with emotion. (y/n) knew him too well; just one look at him and she had the perfect words, the perfect timing, as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud. The moblife was killing him from the inside out, and being away from her was only the last straw. When she hugged him back slowly, there was nothing but them at that moment. Everything else faded. This was real. 

“They’ll never let me go”, Vinnie considers gently, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Hell, they might even kill me for this.”

“We can run away”, (y/n) smiles, cupping his cheeks and leaving a quick kiss on his lips. He presses himself against her, devouring her mouth with no further ado. It’s been so long. All the anxiety and anger dissipated under her tender touch, and he deepened the kiss hungrily. When they pulled away, she chuckled, “someone missed me, huh?”

“Don’t joke with that, sweetheart”, he pleads, and his words come out smaller than he intended. Vincent pecks her mouth again, biting her lip weakly with a smirk. “I’m still mad you left.”

(y/n) snickers, swaying their bodies unhurriedly. “I had to.”

He lets out a quiet grunt, nuzzling her jaw, “I know.” His fingers reach her hips and he pulls her closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too”, she purrs, holding him delicately.

And then came the silence. Yet this time, it felt like he could breathe at last. In her arms, it all meant something again. Never mind his other half, (y/n) was simply his entire being. More than whole, Vincent was himself in her presence once more. They could take on the world together, and that’s what he was willing to do for them both. He had the answer for Tom’s question now. For (y/n), he’d give his life. 

Shamelessly. 

#the godfather #the godfather x reader #the godfather imagine #vincent mancini x reader #vincent mancini #the godfather part iii #andy garcia #vincent corleone #vincent corleone x reader

[marcsburnerphone]

Harmless (sierra six x F reader)

Warnings:smut (in future chapter), its all tease, Training i guess.

(PART TWO FROM SLEEPLESS)

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You woke up five hours later at exactly 8 AM you always had. Doing your casual morning routine you put on some socks and headed to the kitchen to start some coffee.

Now you swore you've used this same machine countless times but in this very moment you could not get it on, you huffed and leaned your hands on the counter staring at it for a few moments.

“Maybe it'll help if you plug it in.” you jump and slowly turn around, low and behold the super spy who made no noise like he was floating around the house.

“Im really gonna have to put a bell on you.” you relaxed your arms he had a small smile so small that if you didn't know six that could be assumed his resting face.

When he saw you in the kitchen it almost felt wrong looking at you knowing you hadn't known what he saw last night it was like his one sided secret.

“Itd save you alot if you did.” he said moving past you into the hallway looking around evey other corner even though you can see him walking you still cant fucking hear him, also what the hell did he mean by that.

You got it started then proceeded to make breakfast for you all. It was routine and it has been for the last year and a half after finishing and putting everything on the table you went to wake Claire around 9:00 AM.

“I just want to sleep.” Claire said walking into the dining room and sitting down letting six know he should take his seat also at the end of the table.

“But you go to bed at 9pm claire that's like 12 hours of sleep.” you said with a small laugh she rolled her eyes while taking a bite. Six had always found your guys conflict amusing as he ate he watched you the way you ate the way your lips formed around your fork the way you roll your eyes at yours and claire's banter.

“Six.” his eyes snapped out of their haze and began focusing back on the present moments. You wore a confused smile along with claires but hers was more mysterious.

“Yeah, yeah.” he said, taking another bite looking everywhere but you.

“Nothing we just lost you for a second.” you smiled softly at him and fuck fuck fuck he was screwed so royally screwed he felt like he had to have you more than ever but that was so against the rules donald laid out for him.

“Yeah sorry um thank you for breakfast i should get back to work.” he said before standing up abruptly putting his plate in the sink then disappearing into the house.

“Was that really weird or am i reading into it.” you asked claire leaning back into the chair a bit chewing your bite looking to her.

“Nope definitely weird.” she replied warily finishing up her food before telling you she was going to shower and get dressed.

You did some online assignments your uncle still let you do. It's the only way you could do any work in a way that still kept you safe. You missed it training and doing missions physical assignments not online ones then suddenly you had a wonderful idea.

“SIX” you yelled from the dining room before standing to go find him before you saw him appear from outside he looked slightly panicked.

“Did you call me?'' he asked while sliding the door shut behind him he looked …… so fuckable the tattoos that sat on his forearm drew you attention and the beige pants with your knowing of the ankle gun he always wore had you weak pathetically almost.

“y/n did you call me.” he asked again taking a step forward bringing you out of your moment he knew your telling stance.

“Yes sorry yes i was um i have a favor or more like a i dont know a well i wonder-” you didn't know how to ask you've known six for a year and a half you lived in the same home you ate together yet you didn't even touch unless for when you shook hands when you first met.

“Come on you got it.” he joked with the most serious expression but the tone of voice let you know he wasn't serious.

“Can you well technically can we train or can you train me or-” you got it out in a single breath before he cut you off from your rambling once more.

“Yes I can help you do some training go get dressed.” he ordered before walking past you with a smirk he knew it'd be different but he had to get his hands on you one way or another unfortunately this was the best he could do.

You did as told walking outside in your old training wardrobe making your way to the matts that always lied on the grass claire had sat on her tree swing on her phone. Six made his way towards you long strides intimidating his walk was intimidating.

“Your not going to change.” you asked he was in his everyday formal attire you quirked your eyebrow as you watched him roll up his sleeves higher.

“I can do it just like this.” cocky, you thought he proceeded to step on the matt with you making claire look up amused she had seen you train but never with six she was intrigued.

“Okay hit me.” he laughed should he be easy or should he treat you as his equal.

He threw his leg to kick up under yours which you fell a pawn too but not so easy cause on your way down you hooked your foot behind his knee making him fall to a kneel.

“Nice.” was all he said undercover praise you smiled as he reached out a hand to you pulling you up before kicking you back down putting you in headlock.

“Come on you make it too easy.” he whispered to you making you shiver.

“How do i get out of this.” you asked you were not his equal you wanted to be but six was the gray man he was unbelievably skilled, in how many ways you wondered before he spoke again.

“Pull my arm down and flip me with all your weight i should roll in front of you onto my back.” you tried to flip him but this man was pure muscle he was pressed up right behind you your focus was slipping to other things.

“I cant.” you whispered hopelessly his arm draped around your neck you would've been knocked out by now in a real situation.

“Come on i know you can.” he encouraged you were going to give it your all and with one final attempt you had finally gotten him over but he was on his feet in no time offering you another hand.

“Yeah right no thankyou.” you said standing up on your own he had laughed at that watching you dust yourself off throwing your head back before looking back at him.

“Distracted.” you smirked at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Never.” he threw his hand towards you which you ducked before kicking his side making him fall to his knees putting him in the same position he had you in. what you hadn't thought of is he could definitely get out of this he flipped you with ease before placing knee between your legs and the other on the side of you pinning your arms under his.

You looked down to see his knee between your own making you blush slightly hopefully not noticeably.

“Penny for your thoughts.” he questioned staring down at you his stare was strong holding you down with an even stronger grip.

You smiled embarrassed before trying your best to get out of this contradicting position he laughed watching you struggle once more.

“Use your words.” he said slyly you wanted to wipe the fucking smirk off his face.

“I need help.” you huffed.

“I figured but i think you need to learn on your own.” you rolled your eyes trying again and when you almost had it he proved you very wrong only maintaining a stronger hold on you.

“Six please.” his mind instantly went back to the way you said those same words last night while pleasuring yourself he now saw you sweaty beneath him with a floral essence he was quickly losing his train of thought.

 in that very moment you found the advantage and had kicked him off you onto his own back straddling him before he could get up placing his arms under your knees.

“you went somewhere princess.” you spoke he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a small sigh.

“I can get out of this very very easily princess.” you stared at him and he did the same you reminded yourself of the position you had him in once more you've dreamt of it but in very different ways for a split second you felt his eyes flick to your lips which made you do the same.

“Six” you whispered you both knew so horribly morbidly even how bad you needed this man.

“GET A ROOM” claire yelled from her seat making you look up to her letting six kick your leg off him and onto the floor.

“Thats enough for today.” six said helping you up fixing the collar of his shirt and walking away.

shit.

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PART TWOOOO!!!!!!!!! Let me know what you think please and leave your thoughts its greatly appreciated.

I had to do the scene.

@lust4lucille @mata0-0mata

Final part here.

#sierra six x you #sierra six x reader #sierra six #courtland gentry x reader #courtland gentry #the gray man #court gentry #Spotify

[fairlylino]

SECRET SECRET / hwang hyunjin au / CHAPTER 1

word count; 2.2 k

authors note; im so excited to be sharing the first episode of secret secret with you guys! im hoping that you enjoy reading this as much as I did with writing it !

Hyunjin loved it. He loved every second of doing this. 

He felt so much at peace, so much comfort and so much relief in what he is doing. 

Drawing, painting, sketching. 

In his apartment, alone, with soft music playing in the background of his slight messy room due to paint brushes and paper, with his hair being brushed back with a hairband, and wearing a glove to not get his hand messy. 

His friends always call him an old soul. They cant seem to understand the passion the long haired male has for art. 

But he didnt mind that. 

They got along nevertheless, having the time of their lives together, being best of friends ever since attending highschool. 

Now theyre adults, free from school and deciding to work together. Even living at the same place. 

Hyunjin, Bangchan, and Jisung. 

Its a weird trio, honeslty, because their interests are nothing alike. 

Well, only some of them aren’t.

What they equally find interesting is music. Making, producing and dancing to music. They loved it.

Thats the reason why the young three males own a little group, gaining a bit of followers on soundcloud, following to grow even bigger on youtube.

Jisung being the songrwriter, Bangchan the producer and Hyunjin the dancer.

They loved what they were doing. Music was like a golden pear keeping them as best friends.

They do say you get along best with people that are nothing like you.

No one believes the story on how they met. Because how can three people who absolutely hated the guts of each other, end up sharing an apartment, living together ever since?

They dont know how that worked out, but it definitely did and theyre glad it did.

All three have different kinds of interests besides music, and they all respect that.

Hyunjins interests just happened to be art.

He loved painting his surroundings, his thoughts, pictures he captured, moments he shared with his friends full of joy and happiness.

As well as his dreams.

He cant seem to get tired of it. Ever.

Ever since that one dream.

It was something about dreaming, that inspired him so much. He found it so interesting to think how the human brains works and how it processes past experiences through dreaming.

Every now and then he remembers another detail of the dream, immediately sketching it, so he wont forget.

See, some people write down their dreams, Hyunjin likes to draw them.

Which is honestly way more difficult.

Since with every day that passes, the fear of forgetting grows bigger.

Sketch after sketch he would try his best to draw every detail of the female.

Why was he so invested in it?

Because it was the first and last time he’d seen her. Every night he would pray to see her once again, how he would do everything to talk to her, hear her beautiful voice again, looking into her angelic eyes again.

But nothing.

Thats what made him so invested. He understood every reason behind his dreams, associating them with his reality and experiences. But what was this one about?

He softly drew her hair, how they swayed in the wind and breeze, the hem of dress following the movements, and her gentle, sparkly face.

Her eyes were the most difficult part.

Why is it that, the part he remembers the most were her eyes, but also were the hardest to draw?

Sketch after sketch he’d try again, thinking the more he’d draw her, the more perfect he would remember her.

Did he tell his friends about his dream?

Yes.

Did he tell them she was the girl he kept drawing?

No.

They didnt, and shouldnt know anything about him drawing the girl of his dreams.

What they know is that one dream keeps him up at night, that he wishes to dream the same thing again.

His friend realised ever since that one specific dream, he has been acting different.

As if he got reminded of something bad happening in his past life.

But they never dared to ask. Because even Hyunjin didnt have an answer to that.

With a knock on the door, he got distracted from his thoughts.

“Jinnie, we are going out to eat, wanna come?” Jisung asked, not fully entering and only reaching his head out the door.

Hyunjin sat on his bed, the sketchbook in his hand taking a look at it again.

He hated it. It looked nothing like her.

He always messed up her eyes.

He sighed.

Maybe he needs a break, some fresh air.

“Sure, I’ll get ready.”

They were at their favourite cafe, being regual customers ever since they moved here, across the street. It was small, never full and fit their vibes and comfort just perfect.

“Not going to lie I am a bit nervous…” Chan fiddled his fingers, playing with the straw of his drink.

Jisung rose an eyebrow. “Why? Everything will be fine. We’ve been waiting for this since forever,” he replied.

Chan sighed, nodding. “I know but… arent you nervous one bit? After all we have been working with them for so long, and are finally meeting them in real life…”

Hyunjin agreed. As much as he was excited to finally have some movements in their career, he would lie if he said he wasnt nervous or anxious.

What if they dont get along? What if they’re completely different than what they acted like through all the video calls?

“Listen, guys. We know them for what, six months now? We know them, theyre our friends. We are finally going to meet and work with them. Theres no need to be scared.”

Jisung was right.

They werent strangers.

"Im really excited to see Changbin. That man is a genius," Chan praised his internet friend.

How they met wasnt really anything special. Chan just happened to scroll through instagram, seeing one of his mutuals follow Changbin, talking about how thankful he is to be promoting their newest work.

Chan checked Changbins page out. And was immediatly amazed.

Changbin was also a producer of a small group of 4.

The male never showed shame to slide in his dms, complimenting Changbin for his amazing work.

And thats how they met.

Talking about music from day until night, they eventually started to work on tracks together.

Which finally lead them to see each other after 6 months of working together.

"Im excited to see them all," Jisung added.

"There were two people we havent met even online though, right?" Chan asked.

Jisung nodded. "Yep, We heard them, but didnt get to see them yet. Cant wait."

Bangchan pulled out his phone, opening instagram. "I think Changbin posted a pic recently with them,” he said, scrolling through Changbins page.

“Oh my god, that guy looks so cute,” Bangchan said, zooming on the blonde guy, face covered in freckles and his smile brighter than the sun.

“Damn, and the other one looks… intimidating,” Jisungs eyes widened slightly, grabbing Chans phone out of his hand to see if theres more.

“Wait, whos the girl?” Jisung asked, showing Chan the photo on his phone.

Chan looked confused, since he has never seen the girl before. But on the picture Changbin looked very close with the female.

“Friends, I guess? He would’ve introduced us to her if she was in their group as well.”

Whilst Chan and Jisung were scrolling through Chabgbins Instagram page, Hyunjin took his time to get out his sketchbook again.

He took every chance he could to spend time trying to perfect his drawings, yet he was never ever satisfied.

“Your book is going to be full again if you keep redrawing, Hyunjin…” Jisung interrupted him, making him sigh.

“Is it still about the dream?” Chan asked.

Hyunjin was embarrassed. Because it was still about the dream. It has always been ever since the dream.

“I just cant get myself to like it. Its never the way I saw it,” Hyunjin sighed, closing his book.

“Maybe if you’d actually show us what you’re drawing all the time, we could help.”

But Hyunjin never showed them. Even he thought its weird that hes obsessing over that, so what would his friends think if they see him draw him a girl 100 times a day.

“I want to show you guys when im fully comfortable with my work,” he explained, which he said everytime.

And his friends respected that.

“Are you drawing us maybe? A little gift?” Jisung pouted, making Chan giggle and hitting him on his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah,” Hyunjin laughed. “Sure Jisung.”

The rest of the night the three guys took their time to get back into work, being in their full element of doing their thing.

“You two better at least today get some sleep. We need to be fit and presentable tomorrow,” Jisung yawned, slowly making his way to the door, to his room.

“We’ll try,” Chan smiled, waving his friends off.

When it was just the two, Chan stretched himself, walking towards the blonde male. “You’re ready to sleep?”

Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders. “I have to try, but before that i will clean my room a bit.”

“Good, then go, ill finish up some work and will head to bed as well.”

Which was a lie.

Chan cant sleep, hes been struggling with insomnia since forever, yet his friends still encouraged him to try, though it was helpless.

Hyunjin on the other hand, was just a night owl. He loved sleeping, but also enjoyed the silence, peaceful nights.

So the second he plopped on his bed again, he took out his sketchbook.

Flipping through the pages, he took his time to observe and focus on the details.

Her eyes.

Her eyes stood out the most, her eyes were the first thing he noticed and the last thing he remembers.

So why, why cant he draw them just like he has them in mind?

He shook his head, closing the book. He knew if he goes into grabbing is pencil, hed not stop until its daylight.

Hyunjin wasnt a perfectionist, yet he wanted the girl of his dreams to look perfect, just like he remembered her.

He hopes, he wishes and prays to see her just once. This one more time.

And it looked like his prayers didnt work out once again, since he groaned with a stretch, turning off his alarm clock.

But its fine.

Thats what he always tells himself after waking up.

At least today, he tried not to think about it too much.

Today was all about meeting the other boygroup.

What do you wear when you’re first meeting up with people?

Though Changbin and his friends saw each other at their most comfortable state, in nothing but joggers, oversized pyjamas, he still wanted to look good, to at least have a good first impression in real life.

Everyone admired Hyunjin for his sense of fashion. He enjoyed simple things, yet his style was far from simple.

Even if he doesnt try to be stylish, and just puts on whatever, he always manages to style any outfit.

Today was all about black pants with a white buttoned shirt. He decided to keep his hair in a side part, and finished himself up with some perfume.

“We’re going to meet our friends, not a royal Family,” Jisung dropped, after Hyunjin entered the living room.

He stopped and looked down at himself, “Too much?”

With a “yes” from Jisung and an “Only if you’re next to us which is always the case” from Chan, Hyunjin decided to leave it on.

And just like that, they sat at their place in the diner again, waiting for his friends to arrive. It might take awhile, but they werent sure for how long.

“If they take any longer im going to fall asleep,” Jisung sighed, dropping his head on the table.

“Im sure theyll be here soon,” Chan said, starting to lose patience too.

“Ill just go to the toilet,” Hyunjin said, and as he was about to get up, Chan grabbed him.

“But they could be here any minute.”

Hyunjin sighed. “You said the same thing ten minutes ago, itll be fine and im quick.”

Hyunjin went to the bathroom with his head tilted down. He was so upset with himself. Washing his hands he looked up to his reflection in the mirror.

He hated it.

He hated how obvious it was that he's not in the best mood. He doesn't remember the last time he looked cheerful or actually enjoyed doing something.

Even his most favourite activity was pressuring him, so he couldn't even enjoy what he loved doing most.

He kept repeating in his head that he got this, trying to cheer himself up with a sad smile on his face.

He didnt even understand why that dream was affecting him that drastically. And the fact he has no other drives him even more insane.

Trying to shake the overthinking off, he walked back to their table, where he stopped walking midway, when he saw that the new people arrived already.

He didnt realize how long it has been since he last met new people. He was praying his first impression wouldn't be a complete disaster.

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[pasharuu]

this is a collage of pages and each single one was taken from a different comic, every single one that existed so far, including the very recent one. well i only missed the valentines comic that is

we are not talking about it.

and u can def tell something changed yeah. and that im focused on arama maybe too much. but he is really a character who got a ton of headcanons that i want to talk about. and some of them were basically build in that public ask, such as ears touching that we are not talking about either. i really had some crack time with it.

i was just having a lot of fun. with the requirement of 1 comic (thats actually not necessarily for it to be a comic, but i love making comics) per month, in the very first month i made three, each of which was 3 or more pages long. i even got a second role of, you wont believe who, ararycan because i was just as confident... but ended up with just 2 comics one of which was 1 page long before i left it behind. that was jus too much.

so uh, what i wanna talk about is my funky ref sheets for these because goddamn these are the hilarious.

the very first refsheets i used, except for cinnamon arama one cuz it sucked and was made long before i introduced cinnamon arama to the public and his design was a bit different. i think it was the very first time i ever showed cinnamon arama anywhere, somewhere in the end of november? but this ref most likely was made about a month earlier, alongside with my names comic (the third one) when i started my book long tractate (its really long trust me). that tractate started with discussing names and language so i think it was that time.

and u can see the very first cinnamon arama encounter with the very first page that has him among others.

also i used to make actual gradient on his cap, but with gradient maps over it, that started looking like two separate colors and i took it as a feature, up until now. and that applies for every single aranara i ever drew, i never used gradients.

and since i got a role of ararycan at that time, i added him here as well. he doesnt have that gradient too. its also the time when their mouths could open finally, and for long these were rather catlike for whatever reason. but i like it. my necoarc drawing expirience def helped me with that.

this is the very first ref of cinna arama that i used up until recent. i for some reason made him kinda reddish... but i think thats because under gradient maps he looked more yellowish. then i stopped using these and didnt change the design anyway. and as u can see, the pattern on the cap is still incorrect, while we are somewhere in january, when my last cinna arama comic was made lol, not including the one im working on now ofc. this refsheet looks like arama lore btw.

in the meantime i only changed his bud into flower* with one petal bended. this is what i was talking about when i said that u can differ regular arama and cinnamon arama even if i wont color them. cinna also has shaggy scarf tip, in case u didnt notice.

and we are finally at the current moment, this is the most recent refsheet. simple yet accurate, and i love this one. i love how it took me half a year to finally understand the design. they look kinda yummy like that, but its unwelcome to eat aranara and shriveled seeds somewhere near me. thank you.

i cant say anything in conclusion other than im super dumb.

*these are not flowers.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanart #aranara #arama #and there are also a plenty of peeps but i wont tag em if u dont mind #thoughts

[chlopieno]

what art pieces are you most proud of? ✨ show and tell time✨

It's a bit if a tricky question, because i rarely draw full finished illustrations, but here are my favorites from past few years.

Traditional art:

First picture features my OC Charlie, who's like my main oc, mostly because her level of gremliness makes it easy to put her in Situations. I like this piece bc of the perspective and because i dont draw backgrounds often, so im double happy with how it turned out. I even overcame my allergy to references for this one!

The second one is a fancomic i made to a supernatural fanfiction i read longlong time ago. It was a roleswap sabriel fic, where Gabe had a kid and lived in a post-apo universe and Sam fell from heaven (if i recall correctly lol)

Here, the first picture is a screenshot redraw from a Clone Wars episode! I cant remember which one it was tho, and i long lost the og picture, so no comparison, but i really like how it came out even tho if i drew it now Rex would probably look less show-accurate and more actual-20-sth-old-accurate :d

The secind picture is a piece of art i couldnt describe if i tried, and truthfully it belongs in an art gallery, not my sketchbook. The lines, the position, the composition perfect for the genre's standards, my opus magnum /j

When it comes to digital art, i think my favorite piece rn is the art i drew for the fem!dnf week which you can see HERE :)

And here are two drawings i drew on my phone that i like:

Both are featuring my star wars ocs :)

And last, but not least, i used to get super into doll customising, so here are the dolls i painted:

#thank you for the ask! #ask game #pytajno

[procrastinova]

art summary 2022 vs art summary 2023

individual 2023 artworks below (plus some thoughts on them because why not. Said thoughts will include me critiquing some of the pieces, especially the ones from earlier in the year.)

also here's a link to all the artworks from my 2022 one if anyone wants to see them

JANUARY - Art piece i did right before For the Future aired of Luz and the rest of the hexsquad having a much-needed group hug. I didn't really look at any references for this one (apart from for the character's designs) so the poses look really awkward and stiff tbh 😭. That being said, I'm still glad I gave it a shot, and it looks a lot better than the one I did before Thanks to Them's release, since I was more used to drawing the characters.

I'm not going to go too much into some of the... questionable... anatomy choices I made, since they aren't exclusive to this artwork in particular, nor is this the worst example of them (*cough cough* my old King's Tide screenshot redraw).

Overall I think this is an okay art piece. Definitely could have been improved by actually using references for the pose though.

FEBRUARY - This one is actually another redraw of a REALLY old piece I drew in 2021. With my finger. Not a good combination to say the least. This one is miles better especially in terms of anatomy, facial expressions and composition.

That's not to say that it's without it's flaws. I do think that lining up Betty and Amber's poses better would have improved the overall look of the piece. Another thing that I did end up changing a little while after I drew this was removing the shine from the black parts of the mirror to make it look like it was actually cracked, which I didn't do in the original version (that one's on my scratch account if you want to see it). It's a subtle difference, but I think it makes the piece look a lot better.

Again, I think this is an okay piece overall. Looks like the mona lisa compared to the 2021 version, but honestly I think anything would.

MARCH - Yet another Owl House artwork (bet u guys cant guess what my favourite tv show is). This one I created for a zine which I was working on for my multimedia class (this artwork in particular was supposed to be an advertisement for the finale). You can kinda tell I still wasn't that confident in drawing King, since his pose is pretty stiff (I don't think I ever really got used to drawing him tbh).

I do think this piece would have benefited from some more shading and lighting that wasn't the singular multiply layer I placed over the characters then erased some parts of. (There is some other shading but there's no other lighting).

Most of the other issues I have with this pieces are just issues I have with my old art in general so I'll leave it there.

APRIL - This is the last Owl House artwork I promise. I made this one for Zeez Vov Gee 2's watching and dreaming art contest. I actually do still quite like this one, which might partly be to do with the fact that I really like all of the character's timeskip designs, but whatever.

Some of the proportions on the hands are a bit weird, and I REALLY wish I put the shading on the lineart as well, considering how light of a colour it is.

One thing I do really like which I didn't notice while I was drawing it, is the pose Luz and Amity are in forms a sort of heart shape, which is really adorable akdjfhskhdf ;w;

Anyway, overall a pretty good piece, might remake it later. Who knows 👀

MAY - as you may immediately be able to tell, I did not make that much art in May (I might've had a few tests on at the time. Or I was just lazy). This one is actually OC art for once (wow shocking never seen before).

It's kinda just a doodle/a more doodley art piece, but it's pretty alright. I actually really like the pose that Robyn (the OC in the drawing) is in. This is also kinda the first time I drew their design, so yeah. The background isn't great, but I can't really expect that much from a doodle -v-

overall, pretty decent doodle. (for anyone wondering if I'll ever post more about Robyn... maybe? I'm mainly using their story for writing practice, but I think I posted something from it on here)

JUNE - June was literally the polar opposite of May. I'm not kidding, there were like 3 artworks that I was debating putting for June (this one, some deltarune fanart and a TOH screenshot redraw). I eventually went with this one because HOLY CRAP am I proud of that background.

This one was really heavily influenced by cartoon backgrounds (in particular ones from Gravity Falls and Hilda), and while I do think there are a few things that could be improved (like some of the trees), this was the first time in a while that i'd tried drawing a background that wasn't grass and a couple of trees (and i think the first time ever that i'd done something this complex).

I think another reason that this one turned out so good is that it was a birthday card for a friend. And if there is anything that I am constantly trying to do better at every time I redraw it, it's birthday cards (probably bc they're for my friends, love you guys sm /p).

anyways, overall a really good piece, 11/10 background.

JULY - behold... the first artwork I posted on Tumblr! I drew this shortly after seeing Across the Spiderverse in cinemas (which I have to say was one of the greatest experiences of my life).

I wanted to mess around with lineless art a bit on this one, as well as sort of try to give it a watercolour feel like earth-65. And I gotta say, I think it turned out pretty good. Though I did spend a good 15 minutes looking for references because ATSV wasn't out digitally yet ;w;

overall, I like this piece, I tried something new and I made fanart for the greatest movie of all time (in my opinion)

AUGUST - I don't think I drew nearly enough Omori fanart when I was super into the game, so I'm making up for it now. I wanted to redraw one of my favourite photos from the photo album for this one.

I probably could have put a bit more detail into the background for this one, but I really like the warm lighting, and the dappled light effect that I used for the characters. The lineart is also a bit sketchy, but I was (and sort of still am) in the process of figuring out how I actually want my lineart to look.

overall, I really like this one, nice colours, nice lighting, has the omori characters being happy in it :]

SEPTEMBER - like in May, I didn't get as much Art Stuff TM done, so it's just a doodle of some of my OCS (except this time it's Copper, Lapis and Peg, who I have posted about before).

I kinda just wanted to draw something cozy, so I didn't put too much effort into the background and stuff. One thing I will say, is that I wish I drew them looking a bit older, since they are all 16-17 lol.

overall, this one's ok. Could be better, but it's just a doodle.

OCTOBER - ohohohohoho we are SO back. Yet another birthday card. I love the perspective and poses on this one (because, you guessed it, I used references for them). Everything about this artwork was really fun to draw (especially the characters).

Overall, really good artwork, 11/10

NOVEMBER - redraw of an artwork from 2021 part 2: electric boogaloo. I remember being so proud of the original artwork, so I wanted to make this one an artwork I was proud of too (which was a success).

One of the main things I wanted to do for this one was to actually draw a background, instead of getting one off google. The one I drew was simple, but I think it really works, because I wanted the focus to be on the character, not the background. I also added some slight perspective to the drawing to make it look a bit more interesting.

Overall, amazing, especially compared to the original

DECEMBER - and finally... December's artwork! Aka my banner. I wanted to do something kinda simple for this, because I'm probably going to redraw it or make a new one later. I really like the contrast between the colours in the foreground (which is supposed to be inside a train, but it's kinda hard to tell), and the background.

Also something I've started doing for a few artworks is making a duplicate of the artwork, blurring it slightly and lowering the opacity, which makes it look a lot more visually interesting :0

overall, love this one, good artwork to end the year off with :] (i'll prolly still draw more stuff tho)

(fun fact - I was going to put the redraw I did of the 'get in loser we're going shopping' scene with the characters from TMC for December because it's the highest quality meme i've ever made but it looked weird next to the other ones bc it was in black and white 😭)

#art evolution #art improvement #my art #nova.txt #long post #like seriously long post i should not be allowed to ramble about this much stuff sorry guys

[insertdisc5]

How you decide what character emotion portraits to make for Start Again/Stars in Time? Do you do the script first and then make portraits based on that, or do you have a different system? :0

it's been a while but at the start i think i just drew The Big Emotions (talking while smiling, talking while being sad, being sad, thinking, surprised, and maybe a Special Character Emotion for each (like the housemaiden going all awawawa!!! or the researcher reading. thats their Special Character Emotions)), and i add portraits as needed!

as an example from the prologue, i already had an angry face for the kid ready (left), and then when I got to implementing the King battle dialogue and the kid gets mad, i thought that face wasnt angry enough- they wouldnt get mad here the same way they get mad while talking to everyone else, thats the KING who FROZE THE COUNTRY IN TIME!!!! THATS THE BAD GUY!!!!! so i drew another one (right). more desperate, more childish/protective (fetal position!), more teeth (because when you get angry you show teeth!), with eyes closed because theyre so!!!!! mad!!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!!

i usually think about adding new expressions at the script stage, but i tend to leave the drawing till i actually have to add the expressions to the scene. if im at the adding expressions stage and i cant find a face that fits (expressions i have are too tame, or too extreme), thats when i draw a new one. usually i just draw over an existing pose, but sometimes the pose isn't cutting it, so i draw a whole new one. in the last few weeks ive drawn a couple more for odile and bonnie and sif! moments need to hit! i draw comics! i know what emotions are! etc

i do tend to go very granular in my expressions drawings and ive accepted this about myself. see look you might think this is the same emotion but it is not. notice the eyes. in the first one she is giving me "haha... this is awkward... i am telling an awkward story about myself.... dont laugh at me..." or even "haha, what?" vibes but in the second she is giving me "oh... YOU are telling me an awkward story about yourself... i think you were stupid to do this but i am well behaved so i will just laugh awkwardly..." or even "you're lying to my face rn.... its fine... i guess you dont trust me that much.... oh no...." like in the second one you can feel the pity/shame/pain in her eyes you can feel it its DIFFERENT!!!!!!!! this is why my portraits count is currently at 340. save me

#ask tag #reference #question mark? #start again start again start again #in stars and time #those are all prologue portraits. ive revamped everyone's portraits a tiny bit and also i didnt wanna use a portrait thats NEW

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

mayyyybeee 4*town and reader (separate) get into a fight??? mayyyyyybeeeee they as well make up at the end because my heart cant stand breakups 💔

Okay when I first saw this ask I rubbed my hands like a raccoon and cackled, I'm really gonna angst it up-

Second note from a few days later: So uh... Robaire's was 1.2k words... And I don't want to cram these all into one enormous post, so I'm going to separate these into multiple little parts!

Robaire | Jesse (wip) | Aaron Z (wip) | Aaron T (wip) | Tae Young (wip)

With that...

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CW: Pet de@th mentions

Type: Angst

Age Rating: 16+

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

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Robaire x Reader - Dinnertime Blues

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. Him standing in public with broken glass and red stains all over, flashing lights of cameras blinding him to you, his partner, shaking on the floor. This isn't the Robaire you love, this is a different man. The question of how it started can't be answered easily from this point, you play back the whole day in your mind to think of what to say to Robaire.

It started that morning. Dim red sunrise cascaded into the room where you and Robaire spept soundly. While you were snuggling in his shadow, Robaire laid awake. His deep brown eyes lazily gazed at the ceiling while his mind ran wild. 'I have to tell them today. Shit, what are they going to think? They're going to break up with me over it, but I can't keep lying either. God, today's going to be hard.'

Breakfast. Agent meeting. Lunch. Band practice.

Everything was going greater than normal. You had been off with family errands while Robaire kept to his normal routine. The only exception to Robaire's day was a little gift you left for him in the band's recording studio, with the note reading:

"Hey love, I noticed you left this at home! Wishing you a good day at band practice <3

- Y/N"

Lord have mercy, dinner was going to be tough.

Dusk settled in the bustling city, the neon lights kicking on and complimented with music of all genres changing with every building passed. Y/N had finished up her errands early just to look nice for dinner while Robaire paced all over the bedroom of his house in anxiety.

5:57.

He had to be at the restaurant by 6:15, but no amount of anxiety relief worked on his congested mind.

5:58.

Each second ticked on and on with Robaire dreading each one passed. It's already two minutes until six?!

5:59.

It's no use dreading the inevitable, so... Why was it so hard to tell you? So difficult to come out about it?

6:00. It's time.

The commute couldn't be long enough, but he knew he had to face whatever you were going to throw. Ready or not, Robaire couldn't run anymore.

"Sweetheart! There you are!" You rushed up to him and lovingly pecked his cheek. "I was wondering where you would be. Let's get to our seat!" "Yeah- uh- Table for two please," Robaire managed to sputter out to the hostess, who nodded and led you both down the isles.

"Listen, Y/N, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while-" Robaire stopped himself, but Y/N just stared awkwardly. "Which is?" Now Robaire wore the confused look, "You... Aren't going to stop me so you can order?" "Sweetheart, I'm not that oblivious. I can tell something is bothering you, and I want to know as soon as possible."

The inevitable couldn't be denied anymore.

"Y/N, remember the cat we were caring for last year?"

"Yeah, the one that ran away? Why are you bringing her up?" You gasped, "Did you find her? Did you find Little Missy?!"

"No... She didn't run away at all. Mon Amour, she, uh," Robaire choked down his uncertainty, "She was ran over by our band manager."

"Say that again." You gripped your hands into fists, "Say it again, Robaire! Tell me it isn't true!"

His silence spoke volumes. The chatter of other patrons and clinking of silverware drew further and further away from your mind, the agitated breathing from the man in from of you growing louder with each tick of the clock above. Why? Why? Why did he lie for so long?!

"YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME THAT YOUR MANAGER KILLED OUR LITTLE MISSY?!"

The waiter that walked by cocked his head towards you and him, but tripped on the carpet he didn't watch for. The two red wine glasses toppled from the tray and onto the table, to which shattered glass spewed across the wood and onto the both of you.

This all caught the attention of the paparazzi outside of the restaurant who regularly droned the place for celebrities, who all trampled each other for photos of the esteemed 4*town member and his angered lover. The blinding white, red wine stains, and broken glass had you backed into your seat and overwhelmed.

Robaire's face was one of pure shock. The man before you wasn't the man you loved for years. He was a scared and lost young adult who didn't know what to do. Even if your overwhelmed judgement wasn't the best, you mustered up the best response you could.

"Robaire... Call me when you're ready to actually talk about this."

It takes him two days to call you. His manager, the band, and PR reps have all been trying to get a hold of him but all have been trying in vain. He gathers his courage and picks up the phone with a huge breath.

-Ringing...-

"Y/N? My love?"

"Robaire, you had me worried sick! I didn't think it would take you two entire days to actually talk to me."

"Listen, I'm so sorry I brought you into the public and told you there. I just thought you'd take it better if it wasn't in the house."

"What are you talking about? That would have been the best place to tell me you lied!"

"Look, I'm-"

"No, Robaire, listen to me. Save the apologies for later. I want to know why the hell you kept that a secret for so long. Do you know how long I hoped for Little Missy to return? For her to be in my arms again?"

"..."

"Don't you even care that she's gone?"

"I do, Y/N, I do! It's why I kept it secret! I... I didn't want you to harden your heart. I love how you can just keep being so hopeful after so long... I kept seeing everything you were doing for Little Missy after she passed. How could I break you? How do you tell someone so hopeful that it was all for nothing?"

"...So your manager did it?"

"Yeah, but... I didn't want you to hate her for it."

"I... Don't know how to feel about her. I won't talk to her until I can think straight."

"And there's one more reason why I didn't tell you."

"And what could that be?"

"Please come home, I can only show you."

"Alright. I'll be there in an hour."

-Call Ended-

Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound of you at his door sends Robaire running to the door, shifting to hide something tiny in his shirt. "Y/N..." He greets you at the door, only for you to wrap him into a tight hug. "I missed you, sweetheart... Don't ever scare me like that again." Robaire places a kiss on your forehead, leading you into the house.

"Y/N... I wanted to tell you for a week now about this... Surprise."

"Surprise?"

"Yeah. I didn't buy it, I found it on the side of the road. It's... Not in the best condition, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"Baby, that's... What could be so good from the side of the road-"

Mew!

#4 town robaire #4 town x reader #4town robaire #4town x reader #4 town #4town #4 townies #turning red 4town #turning red x reader #requests open

[andvys]

Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

okay fuck you then robin 🤨 nance is my girl now 🫶

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’ 

uhuhu we get songs now?? i love being a rockstars gf

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

oh hell no drew i can see he's the one who's gonna catch my hands

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

you're kind of asking for a whooping bro 🤨

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

HELL NO WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

not him and his little pitbull 😭

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

DAMN OKAY THATS VERY JAMES BOND OF HER

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

yes you better be creep 💅

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

this man has experienced so many ass whooping idk how he doesn't have concussions all the time

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

well what can i say... we're just irresistible like that 😌

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

OOOOOOOOO TELL HIM GIRL!!

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

oof the call out 🤭

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

bro.... that's even worse steve 😭😭

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

i mean... karma? 😳

“I don’t forgive you.”

OH SHIT SHE IS RUTHLESS HAHA

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

SHE JUST KEEPS GOING BRO

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

oh how bad he fumbled huh 🤭

Everybody leaves him.

now he can feel like y/n 😙

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

eeeeeEEXUCE ME 😳😳😳

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers. 

SORRY?????

ANDY... what is going on in that gorgeous mind of yours huh? 🤭 CANT WAIT FOR MORE I AM ADDICTED

I'M DYING OVER THE "not him and his little pitbull" I FUCKING CANT LMFAOO

And omg ikr? He always ends up in the worst fights but walks away with just scratches and bruises 😭

R finally stood up for herself and told him off 😌

He definitely lost a goooood thing here

And hhehehe Eddie for sure wants to be a daddy 😏 & the last line might not be what you think........

I'm so happy you like it so much 🥺❤️

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

[ickmick]

Inktober days 11-15!!

I PROMISE I DIDNT FORGET TO POST THIS, I HAD IT WRITTEN AND EVERYTHING BUT YET TUMBLR DIDNT POST IT??? So erm.... I scheduled it for 'today' at like... 2 pm i think? my time, that is... LOL (turned out the queue didnt work! so its 6pm!)

so anyways, I'll upload yet again on sunday (tomorrow!) since I also need to post on Halloween!! oh boy!! so theres my uploads for the rest of the month, if you want to check back :D

I've actually gotten further than I thought I would! very proud of myself! and you should be too, even if you've only done a few days!

heres week one and week twos posts!

this one actually has the doc drawing >:3c

plus some other fun ones! its all under the cut, enjoy!

heres the key as always, referring to my prompt lists!!

wh = welcome home

hc = hermitcraft (I have 2!)

ink = official inktober

gore = goretober

(actual gore will be triggerwarned! so far none has any blood or violence!)

Day 11

wh: butterfly

hc: mischief

ink: wander

life: lava

oh noooo... our local pesky bird!! he fellll... (attempted a new perspective!! a lil wonky but I tried lol)

and can I just say I LOVE how peaceful grian is in the last drawing? hes so pretty and soft looking!! i surprised myself!!

Day 12

life: soulmate

I got that major life series brainrot... if you cant tell, haha... and dont even get me started on secret life!! more on that in the final notes >:D

also I didnt finish bigb im sorry BFMSVSSB

Day 13

hc: fashion

life: safety

GRIAN IN CUTE CLOTHES !! feat mumbo in the corner to make up for the last few times of neglect rip

also, was low on spoons and unfortunately did not finish the potentially adorable moment between the buttercups in grians wings... smth... xD

Day 14

hc: hermit with a background

gore: parasite

ay more like parasyte, am I right? *ba dum tiss*... ... yeah ok sorry LOL that was def more of a meme drawing ngl

AND THE FABLED DOC DRAWING!!! I posted it on its own already because im unbelievably proud of it!! listen... i know it meant to draw a bg... like a forest or smth... BUT!! i thought it was kinda funny... and I swear i was going to actually di the prompt right! but I ran out of spoons XD

Day 15

ink: dagger

life: spyglass

gore: fungi

another low spoon day, alas! but hey, at least we have some AHAA shenanigans (simply grian giggling) and a not so scar safe object!! (a dagger!! who gave him that?? /silly)

whew, there we go!! i think this weeks set was pretty good! (not that I actually drew any THIS WEEK, but thats not the point XD)

also, thank you for all the love so far!! you guys are very sweet :D

Im especially blown away from this post of tango, because it was rushed!! but im appreciative still because the post is sort of funny!! <3

*vauge talk of first secret life episodes!!*

PLUGS OVER LISTEN.... SECRET LIFE? THE SYMBOL? JIMMY POINTING IT OUT? AHHHHH!?!? /VPOS

its so good already omg... ive watched quite a few of the povs lol... i wont say anything specfic because I havent properly spoiler warned! so I will leave you simply with the wise words 'the fanfic writes itself' /silly (and oh my god scar giving grian the dang blocks ACK /pos /pos /pos)

heres week fours, 5.1s and the last post (5.2)!!

okay!! have a good week!! and remember to be easier on yourself!! I hope to see you next sunday for the next week of drawings!! 💜

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #grian #trafficblr #ickymicky #inktober #hermitshipping #docmc77 #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hermittober #hermitober #i still dont know which one it is lol #oooh cows cows cows started playing! i like the beat on it #i generally recommend songs satanicpornocultshop works on! very good stuff imo #anyways back to proper tags sorry #cubfan135 #the buttercups #life series #double life #desert duo #i need to tag that on my other ones... #ok im done byeeee #scheduled #my first premade post!! wow!! #it was an accident but neverthless is exciting #i get to come back in the evenings tomorrow and smile at my small handful of likes #notes? likes... both!! #I appreciate all the support!!

[moregaythanyourealized]

Hi! Not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'll just leave this one here and hope you like it lol.

So basically (y/n) is the daughter of eddie brock, but falls in love with peter parker. so like there's a duo of venom and eddie parenting (y/n) who like maybe is seeming distant lately and rebellious but they're really just trying to figure out stuff on their own. I also thought it was cool if they had a symbiote of their own or also got bit by a spider so then peter's like nah ill help you but eddie's like nah ill help you and (y/n)s like conflicted about it all? Oh and a side plot I thought abt was they don't know about venom whole eating people thing at least at the moment lol. Sorry it's so specific, but I hope you like it as much as I do :)

Thank you for sending in a request! Sorry this took awhile. I got it right as I began working backstage for a production of Chicago and was working 12 hours a day! But here it is…I hope you enjoy!

Peter Parker x Reader

“Why can’t I go out tonight?” Your dad sighed and tries to explain again,

“It’s too late for a young girl to be out on her own. You can stay here with me and Venom, yeah?” Venom nodded and continued to eat popcorn out of your dads hand. He always did this, you could only leave the house for school or if he was with you. You’re a teenager! You need personal space,

“Fine, then I’m going to bed.” Stupid dad. Stupid rules, stupid parasite that lives with us. I mean is it that crazy to ask for a little free time? The door felt cool on your back as you stared at a crack on the ceiling. You switched off your lights and locked your door. Grabbing a sweatshirt and water bottle you slowly opened the window, wincing every time it’s old wood creaked and groaned. You’d be back in like 2 hours, dad will never know.

It was breezy summer night but thankfully not too cold. The air seemed crisp and you couldn’t help but take deep breaths as you walked down the street. School was only a few blocks away. Why would you go to a school in your free time? Let’s just say someone is waiting for you there. The one and only Peter Parker, crush/classmate/the amazing spider-man. You two only started talking after he noticed something was…up with you. Not like puberty though, Peter noticed the way your eyes would constantly dart around and scan things and how you seemed to never raise your hand in class anymore. He didn’t realize at first but every time he’d look at you was because his senses were telling him to. He came up to you after school one day and offered to tutor you. Just as he suspected, you had powers. You had powers and no idea how to use them.

The football field was deserted. The bright flood nights now dark. The only light was from the buildings down the block and the small blue screen light from under the bleachers. Trying to sneak up you ducked low and followed the sound of Peter scrolling through his feed. You were about six feet away, the darkness being your only cover. He stopped suddenly and so did you,

“Boo!” Peter screamed and shot a web straight at your face,

“Jesus! You scared me. Don’t do that again.” You said your apology, though it came out muffled. He grabbed your arm and drew you close to him so he could get the webbing off. Gingerly he pried it off and smiled once your face was in full view,

“So how was your week? Ned and I have been working on our short film for class but it’s not going great.” Leading him out onto the field you got yourself ready,

“Decent! My dads being a jerk though. I cant stay long.” Peter nodded and shot a web at you. Raising both your fists you created a barrier knocking it to the side. The barrier was like a force field. A small blue glowing shield that appeared when you really put your mind to it. Peter got to higher ground up on the lights and began slinging left over chairs at you. 3 you managed to block but the last one knocked you off your feet. The dirt was squishy from lasts nights rain. Rolling over and dodging another chair he jumped down,

“You must always be ready in the face of battle! Be quick on your feet! Like…a spider.” He smiled and helped you to your feet. Forgetting he was using the full extent of his strength you toppled forward into his arms. Quickly pulling yourself back the both of laughed before falling silent. His hand still clamped around yours.

“Um…can I kiss you?” your hand fixed the collar his sweater vest. Your mouth felt dry as you nodded and leaned in. You both closed your eyes and waited, you waited for a good three seconds before Peter realized he was the one that was supposed to be leaning in and close the gap. His lips were soft and you both were too afraid to touch each other but man, for your first time sneaking out this was going great. He cupped your face and he pulled back to look at you. He had that stupid smile on-

“Y/N M/N Brock!”

“Oh shit.” Turning around, Venom was booking it down the field and straight towards you both. Having nowhere to run you shoved Peter away and ducked down.

“Let’s eat him!”

Venom picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder before you had time to explain. Your dads face peered out from venoms and stared Peter down,

“I don’t know what the bell you two were doing but if I catch you with my daughter again I’ll-“

“Dad stop! He’s helping me!”

“Helping you with what? Breaking into private property?” You decided to use a tactic that worked well when you were a toddler. You began to scream as high pitched and as loud as you can, causing V to drop you cover his ears instinctively. Once you were out of his grip you ran to Peter and created a barrier between your friend and your father. Venom shrunk down into your fathers back and he looked at you,

“You…got powers? How? Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“If I told you I’d never be able to leave the house again! I wanted to help people like you but I can’t. So I asked Peter to help.” Honestly your father couldn’t care less about Peter. All he heard is that his baby girl wanted to be like him. Taking a knee he looked at you and sighed,

“I’m sorry kiddo. I should’ve been a bit easier on you. It’s just that it’s a scary world out there already. I didn’t think you needed anything else to worry about.” You put down your shield and ran to hug him. He gave Parker the stink eye while you buried your head in his shoulder.

Getting home that night you talked over the discovery of your powers with your dad and what you both could do to help control it. For the first time in what felt like years you went to bed happy and content. Pulling out your phone you messaged Peter.

⭐️: You make it home okay?

PP: Yeah! Are you and ur dad cool now?

⭐️: Yeah

⭐️: So…should we like talk about what happened? Because I really like you. I’m not gonna let my dad get in the way next time

PP: I really like you too! Maybe next time we can go on a real date :)

You pushed your phone to your chest and kicked your legs in excitement

⭐️: Cool

From then on you had more personal time. You and your dad had set boundaries with each other. If you got to do whatever you wanted on the weekends it meant he would go to every training session between you and Peter for “safety” reasons. It was gonna take awhile for Peter and your dad to trust each other.

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15 questions for 15 mutuals

hahah thank you for tagging me @slut4drudy and @runningfrom2am glad to know ppl actually want to know more about me. 🤭

1. Are you named after anyone?: yeah, my middle name is my moms middle name and my grandmas and my great grandmas and i think one of my aunts… 😒 (i hate it because it’s basic 😭)

2. When was the last time you cried?: last week…. i hit a fucking coyote on the highway and started crying. i’m horrible i know ✋🏻 no need to tell me. i even tried to dodge it and was tbh probs close to hitting the car in the lane next to mine. i’ve just come to the conclusion i suck at driving.

3. Do you have kids?: no 😭 but i better have some. and it better be with a hot, tall man who can actually tan because i don’t want my children being cursed with my poor genetics of being short and pale as a ghost to where the sun literally reflects off my skin 😭 it’s horrible. i hate it. it’s unfair. and before anyone says “use tanning lotion” babe it doesn’t fucking work on me. i got those strong scottish/celtic genes.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: idk probably just a little bit?? note: i’m going through this reading my answers and have realized i am quite sarcastic. my apologies luvies.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?: played basketball in the third grade but never again because kids in my tiny town are stupid geezers who make fun of you if you’re not perfect even though they sucked too. i mainly stuck with marching band like a good, innocent girl that i am🤭

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?: their vibe? and maybe their style? idek

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: HAPPY ENDINGS. i cant take scary movies. i get too scared 😂 i just hide my face the WHOLE time.

8. Any special talents?: i know how to play the flute if that counts. and a tad bit of piccolo. i played the flute for 7 years in school. i don’t play it much now but i still know how to play OH and read music for the most part. i’m so cool.

9. Where were you born?: missouri of all places 💀 i hate it here. get me out. it’s misery not missouri. the amount of morons in this state baffles me every day. legit. like people here are so absurd it hurts my brain.

10. What are your hobbies?: i like traveling. i have only traveled on my own. i’ve never taken a trip with someone where flying is involved. so i save my money and blow it all on a trip like once a year…. i’m terrible with money. next stop is nyc 🥳 maybe i’ll fun in to brooke starkey and say she’s a queen and fashion icon (i’ll pretend i don’t know her. just be like omg i love that outfit!)

11. Do you have any pets?: like personally mine? i used to… but then she got mauled to death by my sister’s dog 4 years ago💀 (i have to joke about it or i’ll be depressed for the next year again) (after she died my ass didn’t give a shit about myself and was lowkey reckless while driving and didn’t eat and hardly showered) nah but my family has 4 springers who are crackheads.

12. How tall are you?: 5’4 1/2 but i leave off the half. i’m the shortest in my family and get teased by it all the time 😌 that’s okay though. i need a tall man to reach the higher shelves anyways.

13. Fave subject in school?: math because i was in advanced math in high school and never tried but was getting C’s and some B’s. i think it just came naturally to me.

14. Dream job?: zoologist or marine biologist. that’s what i planned on doing until i dropped out of community college and then decided to go back but then dropped out again 💀 i cant make this shit up bro. all in under 2 1/2 years #slay

15. Eye color?: i get to flex on this one to all my drew/rafe girlies… i have like light blue eyes which pairs well with my egg white skin tone. ✌🏻 hahahaha. they get even more blue when i cry. so often.