yall ever think about edging carmen or is that just me…whether you do it intentionally or on accident he’s going crazy. hips bucking and clutching at the bedding, a groan escaping his throat as you visibly see his cock twitch. he definitely likes it but once he’s had enough he’s either playfully warning you that he’s just gonna go jack off or he’s desperate, whiny and pleading for you to just let him cum -💫
Oh god. I don’t think it happens often because Carmy likes being in control, but when it does….
I’m just thinking about him with a blushed face and chest, panting as sweat forms on his brow. His hair is all over the place, sticking out in multiple directions.
He’s so fucking hard and precum keeps collecting on his tip. You’ve edged him twice now when you grip the base of his cock again. Carmy’s hands instantly clutch at the comforter underneath his finger tips as a pained groan escapes him.
You move your hand slowly, squeezing as you reach the head of his cock. “F-fuck, baby. Shit—“
“Is it wet enough, Carm?”
“I-I-uh,” he stumbles over his words. You don’t let him answer the question, leaning over to let a glob of spit leave your mouth. Carmy hisses when it makes contact.
You waste no time to speed up your movement, and Carmy becomes a moaning mess because of it. His hips buck restlessly against your hand. He can’t take another round of edging. Using your free hand, you gently grasp his hand, taking it into yours. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
His fingers intertwine with your own, squeezing hard. “I need to cum. Please, can I? I’ve b-been a good boy.” His voice is desperate, full of arousal. His cock twitches in your grasp.
“That right? You’ve been a good boy?” Carmy nods his head quickly in response, not trusting his words. “Do you think good boys deserve to cum?”
“Fuck—yes. Please—fuck please. I c-can’t take anymore. I-I don’t wanna cum without permission, please,” Carmy whines. He doesn’t care how he sounds. He needs you to let him cum.
“You can cum for me, baby.” As soon as you finish your sentence, Carmy spills over your hand with a deep groan.
“T-thank you. Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbles out while you continue to gently stroke him through his high.
After this Carmy is definitely okay with you edging him… but only every once in awhile… he would rather edge you let’s be honest here.
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Hey there! I’m a longtime Zelda fan, especially BOTW/TOTK, and in my time in the fandom, I’ve never been overly fond of the idea of ZeLink, that is to say, until I saw your gorgeous art and read your headcanons, they are such a wholesome couple and so supporting of each other and ahhh! I ship ZeLink because of you!
im always hugely into ship art and seeing what others come up with, but so far you are on top of my list of fav Zelda ship artists, I get excited and tingly whenever I see that you posted 😂🫶
Along with me gushing about your 👌👌👌 art, I wanted to ask because I love your style; how do you go about choosing the colors for the shadowing on the characters, I noticed yours always comes out so perfectly contrasting and vivid! and I noticed that you use different colored line-art depending on the base colors of the subjects, (and I’ve seen a lot of other artists do it too) I have wanted to try it out for awhile, but I haven’t figured out how to pick the right line art colors, and was hoping for some tips if you’re willing 💜💜💜💜💜 again, love your art
OMG @stellercherry you adorable PERSON! Let me virtual hug you!! 🤗 The idea of my art making you receptive to Zelink makes my heart melt! Thank you so much for your kind words!! YAS THEY ARE WHOLESOME!!! I love BotW Zelink because of it's stark contrast with my other fav Zelink, OoT! oh no...i must not think of OoT, i will crawl under my desk again and cry.
So, yeah, I got a few tricks up my sleeve cuz i am actually a Senior 2D Artist in the game industry irl 🤭 I will gladly share with you (and everyone who is reading this reply because you are not to first to ask :) a couple of art tricks I wish I knew when I was a junior artist. I sincerely believe in knowledge sharing and no way i'm gonna be a gate keeper. Gate keeping artists are not cool imo.
English is not my first language, and explaining art with words is tedious... i'm gonna ask Drake and visual references to help me out!
yeah.... this makes me realise this Zelink piece could've have way better contrast value lol. Oh well!
I really hope this will be useful! Good luck with your art projects, and, as corny as it sounds, don't forget: have fun!!
Cheers!!!
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BLINDSIDED and HELPED for the meme!!
(Yes these are taking me awhile. I do not control the rate at which I respond to prompts. You'd think so, but you'd be wrong. *pokes OCs with a stick, gets slapped back*)
send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them
“I can’t use magic,” Aeryn whispered, the admission stinging. “I’ve tried and tried, and I know it’s there, but it just…won’t come.”
The old woman nodded. “Perhaps one day you will find out how to change that,” she said. “But there is more than magic.”
Aeryn couldn’t help wrinkling her nose.
The old woman chuckled. “Yes, all the platitudes and reassurances you’ve doubtless heard before—but also more than that. Aether is not the only way in which we interact with the world.”
“But aether is everything,” Aeryn answered.
The old woman chuckled. “Spoken like a well-taught academic. Well, my teachings are not those of a university curriculum.”
Aeryn watched and listened, a small frown on her face, head tilted in curiosity. There were those who said the old weaponmaster’s wife was a witch. She hadn’t given the rumors any thought, when her stepfather had arranged her instruction for her requested nameday gift.
The old woman smiled, reaching a hand out. “Tell me, dear, in all your many readings, what did you learn of akasa?”
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(This one got a little long, so going below the cut, BUT how about something from my Free Company’s FF16 AU "On Our Fates Alight"…)
send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did
Everything was supposed to have been better, once Emelia brought her children to Thavnair.
Away from Coerthas, away from its never-ending war. Away from the Inquisition and the dragoons, away the betrayal of the village priest.
Away from the loss of her husband and home.
Instead, she stood in the opulent chambers of the Meghaduta, trying not to tremble in the face of divinity.
The great wyrm sighed heavily, pain in his motions. Her eyes flicked to the wounds and burns scarring his massive form. “Worry not,” he intoned, the words clear in her mind as much in her ears. “I shall heal.”
“I’m so…sorry,” she said, the word trite and absurd for the enormity of the situation. “I had no idea…”
Aeryn, so small and young, so timid now since the events in Coerthas, had panicked—and the Manusya Eikon of War, Asura, suddenly stood in her place, roaring in fury, light and fire and storm flashing with each of her many blades.
So Zaine, to protect his sister, had rushed forward, heedless of danger. And then in his place stood Daivadipa, the Mrga Eikon of War, drum rumbling, snakeheads hissing, as he met Asura in battle.
It had taken the island’s protector and true ruler, the Great Wyrm Vrtra of the First Brood, to stop them from leveling Vanaspati.
Her children were Dominants. Her children were Dominants.
Vrtra shook his head. “Thou has but recently returned to our shores, and while the Eikons often take time to manifest, thy recent struggles hath primed thy children to accept the gods’ favor.”
Favor. Not how they would say it in much of the world. Memories of the Inquisition, rumors of Garlean hunters, crowded her mind.
“What do I do?” she asked, voice small.
“The children must be guided, as well as guarded,” the wyrm answered. “They shall be my wards, and I will teach them to control the divinity within. To the rest of the world, they shall be under the care of the Satrap—those of Alzadaal’s line who maintain my secrecy. You understand you are now part of this secret.”
Emelia nodded, mouth dry. “I want to stay with them.”
“Of course,” Vrtra replied, a warm gentleness in his tone she had not expected. “I would not separate them from thee.” He looked away briefly in thought, and she could swear he was frowning. “Emelia, what dost thou know of Aeryn’s Eikon?”
She blinked. “Asura is the Goddess of War; not always well-regarded among our people, who ever strive for peace, under your all-seeing eye. She wields many blades, and has many faces, all aspects of why one fights in war—justice, vengeance, conquest…”
He nodded, stretching his torn wings with a groan. “I hath known many a Dominant of Asura in my time. Yet none have also wielded the power of dragons.”
“What do you mean?”
“Asura drew not only upon her own power, but upon Aeryn’s own. The inherent qualities of her bloodline have affected this manifestation of the goddess.”
“What are you talking about?” Her voice came in a hoarse whisper, her heart hammering in her chest. What was happening to her baby?
Vrtra’s head hung low. “Many Coerthans carry within them part of my sister, Ratatoskr, betrayed by mortals a thousand years ago. And in the time since, those men call heretics have found ways to strengthen the dragon within, by consuming the blood and essence of other dragons, as their ancestors did her.”
Emelia stepped back, bile rising in her throat. “That’s not how I’ve heard the story,” she said. “They only speak of Nidhogg, and his rage. Regardless, my daughter is five—she’s no heretic, and we’ve never…eaten…a dragon!” The very idea was blasphemy, even if it wasn’t already disgusting.
“No, she hath not committed such a sin herself,” Vrtra agreed. “And yet I sense my sister’s daughter’s blood within her. Thou hast obviously not partaken. Which leaves—”
“No,” Emelia sobbed, clinging to herself.
They had said the old priest was a heretic, secretly corrupting others for decades. Corran had been one of the men in town to spend time with Father Comfraire. Corran had so often worked longer, later, than some of the others, with certain comrades. Strange behaviors, strange scents and stains, strange secrets she had never looked much into; she had her own harmless friendships and interests, didn’t she? She trusted her husband implicitly, why shouldn’t she?
Emelia had seen Asura’s red draconic face, in the place of fiery Vengeance. Heard the goddess cry out in the draconic language as she had slammed magics into the wyrm repeatedly as Daivadipa tried to wrestle her down.
Vrtra tried to continue to explain in his gentle, rumbling tone, but all Emelia could do was fall to her knees and scream.
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(No I did not proof Vrtra's Elizabethan language maybe later when it goes on Ao3.)
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nah cuz i gotta mention it. season 1 and season 2 feel like mainly Mike’s POV, s3 and s4 feel like mainly Will’s POV.
BUT ALSOOOO, s3 and s4 Will kinda feels like s1 and s2 Mike, JUST HEAR ME OUT.
s1 Mike loses Will to the upside down, he searches for him, he finds him.
s3 Will loses Mike to El. Will tries to get Mike to play dnd but it doesn’t work out, but they end up having that whole “not possible” moment at the end.
s2 Mike had realized something was wrong with Will, Will was opening up to him and only him about how he felt, Will knew that the Mindflayer was spying back but he didn’t tell Mike.
s4 Will had noticed something was up between Mike and El, Mike was opening up to Will about how he felt, but Mike knew he couldn’t tell El he loved her and never once mentioned that to Will.
They’re not like, exact, but Mike losing Will to the upside down and Will losing Mike to El, all for s5 to be THEIR SEASON TOGETHER. idk it’s messy and there’s plot holes and shit but, it makes a bit of sense
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