#anyway i will almost definitely draw this. i have to. i have an obligation to draw bugs as cute as possible. and that includes BABY BUGS

[opennwindows]

If you can, could I request BEN Drowned fluff / smut headcanons like about himself, with his headcanon age, hobbies, facts, what he is into or would like & want in a relationship, and what he would be like with a gamer girlfriend/ s/o?

If ya taking requests rn still?✨😇😊💖

Ben Drowned general + NSFW hcs

A/N: yes!! absolutely. i love getting to talk about how the pastas do their pastaing in my mind. i have so many headcanons for everyone that im excited to share!! also sorry i forgot to include the gamer gf part but i don't think it would change a lot of what i wrote!!

btw sorry for fucking dying i have been busy 😭😭 but no one worry i will still continue to work on requests!! if anyone has any marble hornets stuff they wanna request i will zoom you to the front of the queue so fucking quick. anyways enough of me yapping.

cw: 18+ nsfw, toxic relationships, crying kink,

GENERAL

ben is mentally and physically 22, but he can be quite emotionally immature at times. when he died he never stopped growing and maturing, his soul was just stuck in limbo. think like the worst waiting room ever.

he's surprisingly tall, standing at about 5'9. he's lanky but not bone thin. could easily get pretty far in a fight without his ghost powers.

the link costume only appears when he’s in his ghost form. so for example, when he’s messing with someone on their computer he’ll appear as the canon BEN we’re most familiar with. when he’s just chilling in his physical body, he mostly wears beat up hoodies and sweatpants.

contrary to popular belief, ben's not the hardcore gamer everyone thinks he is. sure, he'll play some overwatch or whatever when he's bored but he honestly just prefers to watch tv and browse the internet. understandably REFUSES to play any zelda games. if you were trapped in a video game for decades would you ever wanna touch it again? exactly.

ben loves to draw little comics and troll (see: horrifically traumatize) people online. god forbid you get into twitter beef with this man because he will crawl through your monitor at 3am and leave you with a crippling fear of technology. dude thinks it's absolutely hilarious. a true knee slapper.

lowkey has a sugar addiction. will slam down 4 cans of pepsi in one sitting. he's very lucky that he's basically a ghost because the kidney stones would be plentiful.

ROMANTIC

you know that guy with the blown out speakers in his car, lives off of energy drinks and burnt blue razz ice elfbars, swears aphex twin is the modern mozart and works on the grill at your local wendy’s? yeah thats ben. or at least would be him if he was still human.

“why would you need a chair, my lap is literally right here babe.”

would absolutely wear your skin if given the opportunity. not in a weird way. he’s just EXTREMELY touchy.

he needs someone who is significantly more organized and motivated than him. he can go almost a week without showering and it should honestly be considered biological warfare when he tries to smother you with affection during these episodes.

after awhile of you guys dating he LOVES the idea of y’all showering together. he has a fear of water and while showers aren’t too much of a trigger, your presence helps ease his anxiety.

favorite pet names: bro, dude, dawg, babe, bitch (non derogatory)

not really a romantic but he tries his best. a perfect date for him is just getting some takeout, watching youtube, talking about stupid shit and play fighting. if you want something more traditional or extravagant then he’ll oblige to make you happy but those types of dates make him feel quite suffocated and nervous. try to save those for special occasions.

now let’s talk about his problems because just like the other creeps he is ANGSTY.

he’s probably the most emotionally stable and healthiest of the group but he definitely still has his toxic traits, after all this man is a ghost that mentally tortures and kills his victims through manipulation.

ben would never ever get physical with his partner no matter how enraged he is but he absolutely is the type to do some mental damage when he gets carried away. ben drowned? more like ben gaslighted.

the type to say some shit that would keep you up for years and then kiss you the next morning like the argument never happened. he finds it easier to ignore problems than to actively talk and fix them. you’re gonna have to teach him some important communication skills or else you’ll grow to resent him after all the bottled up rage.

a bit too brutally honest and blunt for his own good so if you have thin skin the relationship would fall apart pretty quickly. he wants someone who can drag him twice as hard as he dragged you. bonus points if your insults are consistently funny as hell.

please watch anime with him and discuss it. he would propose on the spot, especially if you play with his hair.

pro player tip: if you want him to clean his disgusting room, help him and make it fun! he just needs a little push and motivation at times. and being around you makes him want to get his shit together.

big fan of late night make-out sessions. i’m talking like 45 minutes straight of just slobbering on each other’s faces with tongues down throats. if you don’t want his hands running over every inch of your body then you’ll probably have to chain him to the wall.

NSFW

okay. so he’s a little inexperienced with his hands. he’s just a slow learner. be vocal with him about what you like!!

ben's about 7inches and slightly skinnier than average but he will have you seeing stars in record time. the dick game is no joke. he tends to go fast and deep most times.

i can see him being a switch in the idgaf-as-long-as-i’m-fucking way. dude will go with the flow and will try mostly anything.

definitely one of the least aggressive pastas during sex. he has sadistic tendencies but he’s more of a edge/overstimulate you until you cry versus a beat the shit out of you and rip hair out of your scalp type. he’s pretty vanilla given his occupation.

despite his love of roasting the fuck out of you on a daily basis, the only words that come out of this man’s mouth is heavenly praise. he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous being on the planet and he’ll let you know it.

he loves to whisper praises into your ear while you ride him.

he's more of a receiver than a giver when it comes to oral. he'll absolutely spend hours between your legs if given the chance but nothing beats the sight of you on your knees and teary eyed with his length in your mouth.

he can be a bit of a head pusher but just let him face-fuck you every now and then, hearing his loud moans will be worth it.

did i mention how much of a crying kink this man has? you guys could be on round three and if he stares at your teary eyed fucked-out face for longer than 10 seconds he'll immediately get hard again. you'll have to beg him to give your poor body a break.

he's also into choking but only if he's the one doing it. if you try to restrict his breathing he'll panic and the mood would get ruined.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #celia reqs #creepypasta x reader #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned smut #ben drowned x y/n #ben drowned x you #ben drowned headcanons #ben drowned hcs #creepypasta headcanon

[angelbitezzz]

Don’t feel bad! You’re not obliged to have anon on! :0

Also, idk if it’ll let you answer this ask, but if so… I’ll take one of each, if that’s ok!!

💕👋⚖️⭐️⚫️❓

(If not then just whichever you’d like to share!)

Okay warning, this is way longer than I thought it would be! So I'm putting my answers under the cut here

For the 💕, I think this one [It Takes Two] works (ik in the source material its a song between sisters, but i read it differently for crossbones and starstruck. It's definitely a bit more high-energy and peppy than either of them actually are, but I see it more like the romantic dynamic between their heroic personas. It's all geared up to eleven--both of them have to act differently in costume.

For 👋, I like Hummingbird. The song is mostly just vibes but there's definitely lyrical significance for some aspects of their relationship, y'know? Plus, the whole scene that the song is from in Across the Spiderverse is two superheros taking time away just to spend it with eachother. Kinda perfect?

For ⚖️, Sunlight by Hozier definitely feels right. It's a sweet song, and there's significance in someone who's never known the sun ascribing it to someone in their life. Just saying :3

It is. SO HARD to find a good song for ⭐️. Maybe I should make a playlist...what do you guys think?

Anyways, Tarantula by Gorillaz. It's one of their sweeter songs, and it's about like...well, not settling for someone? More like choosing eachother even with the shit in either of their lives? Thats how i see it

Oof, I already posted a rather angsty one with another ask. For ⚫️, I think This December by Ricky Montgomery is a good one--though I almost considered another song from the same album, Snow. There's conflict, y'know, if internal--how do you separate someone you care for from someone who's sacrifice would mean so much to everyone you know? Morally, Sans is an interesting character (I'm talking largely of his Undertale iteration, but since ts underswap tries to keep things relatively unchanged in regards to personality, he also counts) because while he is someone who I'd consider a good person, he's the same guy who more than likely would've attacked frisk on sight if he wasn't such a loyal character. There's love here. There's also the persistent, nagging knowledge of what needs to be done.

And finally, ❓. For the miscellanious song, we have Stars In the Sky by Kid Cudi for the second Sonic thr Hedgehog movie. I know it's a little silly, but lyrically I consider it a fantastic song for Crossbones and Starstruck! Angel is no stranger to the villain that is being mentally ill, and being separated from everyone she knew and essentially becoming the local semi-homeless human in a place that, while very silly and kind, is still hostile to her sucks. Doing the superhero gig--or rather, participating in the saturday morning cartoon gimmicks as either Starstruck or Koffin K's Spooky Servant is a good distraction. She likes it, and she likes getting to spend time with Sans like that. In a way the Starlight Isles are something of an escape for her, a dream-like forest suspended in eternal twilight where she gets to play the hero or the villain on a whim, with no real consequences. For now.

AAAAND that's it! I actually...did not expect to write so much. For your trouble, here is a drawing of the goobers.

#rb #art #my art #digital art #doodle #undertale #sans undertale #sans #ts underswap #ask game #ts underswap sans #underswap #self ship #self insert #ts underswap self insert #Crossbones and Starstruck #WOW i put more thought into this stuff than i thought

[parkitaco]

perhaps . 43 🤞

It's getting close to dark when they leave the lake, the sun dipping low in the sky. The summer is drawing to a close, but the evenings are still warm and peaceful, crickets chirping in the bushes as Mike and Will walk hand-in-hand back in the direction of Mike's house.

"So," Mike says, voice teasing as he leans into Will's arm, "Thoughts?"

Will glances at him, a small smirk on his lips as they pick their way across the gravel road that winds around the quarry. His face is streaked in orange light, hair wavy and half-dried against the sides of his face, and Mike knows he’s smiling like an idiot at him and simply can’t bring himself to care. "What, about today?"

"Yeah," Mike says, grinning all teeth, "How did I do?"

Will hums, considering, and his eyes flick back to the road. "A-minus date," he rates, trying and failing to hide a small smile, and Mike squawks indignantly.

"A-minus," he huffs, "Where could the minus possibly come from-"

"Well, we had to walk," Will points out, and kicks at a rock with his toe to prove his point.

"I-!” Mike gapes at him in mock offense, “My car stopped working! That's not my fault-"

"Also, you're definitely sunburned," Will cuts in, raising an eyebrow as he glances over at Mike. "Your arms are all pink."

Mike huffs. Will has a point - now that they've left the lake, he can feel the uncomfortable heat of his sunburn stretching across his shoulders, and the skin across his cheekbones feels too tight whenever he talks. "It's not that bad."

"You're going to be such a baby about it, though," Will complains, as Mike narrowly avoids tripping over a tree branch. "All week. You're going to be all whiny and miserable and I'm going to have to take care of you."

"You like taking care of me," Mike mutters, and Will laughs lightly, a small acknowledgement.

"Yeah, well,” he acknowledges, and his thumb brushes over the back of Mike’s hand like a reflex, “If you'd listened to me and put sunscreen on it wouldn't be a problem."

"Okay," Mike says, feigning irritation as he rolls his eyes and tugs Will closer into his side, "Other than that, though, it was- good?"

Will smiles, soft and genuine in the dying sunlight. "Yeah, Mike. 'Course."

Mike beams, and he's about to say something else, something along the lines of can we do this again, then, like, maybe forever and ever, because technically speaking this is only the fourth date they've been on but Mike is pretty sure he could keep going on dates with Will Byers for the rest of his life, but he doesn’t get a chance to say any of that before - 

Smack.

His shoe catches on a root, and Mike goes tumbling to the ground, landing hard on the rocky edge of the road as his hand slips out of Will's. He yelps, landing in the dirt, and Will is instantly beside him, gripping his shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Will says, eyes wide with concern, and Mike blinks at him, entranced by the sun-warmed freckles on his face, before he remembers to respond and bobs his head quickly.

"Yeah, yeah," he says quickly, shrugging Will's hands off and clambering to his feet. His flip-flop is busted, the strap broken off of the shoe, and Will notices it at the same time Mike does, brow furrowing.

"I told you not to wear flip-flops," he says, stern, and Mike grins sheepishly under his gaze. "You can't walk barefoot."

"Sure I can," Mike says brightly, plucking his broken shoe off of the ground and holding out his free hand for Will. "We're almost there, anyway."

He takes a step and immediately winces as a pebble pokes into the arch of his foot, and Will shoots him a disbelieving look as Mike winds his fingers through Will's. "You're an idiot," Will replies, and then- "I- here, come here."

Mike obliges, narrowing his eyes in confusion as Will draws him closer. "What?" he asks and Will blinks up at him.

Will sighs. "Just- here, you can’t walk like that, I’ll carry you.”

Mike blinks. “You’ll carry me?”

“Yeah,” Will says, blinking seriously at him, “On my back. So you don’t hurt your foot.”

“Wh- my foot is fine,” Mike says, even as a twig pokes into the side of his foot, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Will assures him, “And we’re almost to your house anyway.”

This is true - Mike can see the roof of his house from here, and the dirt is pretty uncomfortable on his bare foot, so he bites his lip and holds out his arms, and Will shoots him a grin as he crouches to help Mike climb onto his back.

Will is warm, his t-shirt tight around his shoulders as Mike drapes his arms around his neck and presses his face into Will’s neck. He smells like summer, and Mike can’t help but cling to him as Will’s arms wrap around his legs. Will stands, wobbling a little as Mike makes a small noise of alarm and wriggles closer to him. 

“Okay?” Will asks, smiling and tilting his face to look at Mike, where he’s clinging to him like- a koala bear, or something. Mike nods meekly, tightening his hold around Will’s chest, and he can feel the reverberation of Will’s soft laugh as he starts trudging in the direction of the house.

“You’re a dork,” Will proclaims, as Mike tucks his face away against the junction of his shoulder and his neck. 

“I’m your dork,” Mike mumbles, lips brushing Will’s skin, and Will shivers before tightening his hold on Mike’s legs and hoisting him higher. 

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, and Mike smiles to himself as he presses a kiss to Will’s neck, then another, before- “Mike, you can’t do that or I’m going to drop you.”

Mike grins, squirming a little higher and peering as far over Will’s shoulder as he can without toppling them both over. “Are you saying I make you weak, Byers?”

“I’m saying,” Will huffs, sounding a bit out of breath, but they’re on Mike’s street now, only a few blocks to go, “that you’re a distraction.”

“Same difference,” Mike says happily, and presses another kiss to Will’s shoulder to prove his point.

“Dork,” Will mutters, but it sounds like he’s smiling.

They arrive on the Wheeler’s back lawn, and Will takes the opportunity to immediately release his hold on Mike, sending him tumbling into the soft grass. Mike squawks indignantly, scrambling back to his feet, and Will grins sheepishly at him, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. “Sorry.”

“You could have given me some warning,” Mike points out, but he’s smiling, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist and kissing his cheek. 

“Sorry,” Will says again, not really sounding like he means it, but that’s okay, Mike doesn’t need him to - “You’re not all that light.”

“I know,” Mike says, as Will wraps an arm around his waist and guides him in the direction of the basement door, the grass cool against Mike’s bare feet, “That’s why I tried to warn you.”

Will shoots him a look, like he’s missing something obvious, and tightens his hold on Mike’s waist as Mike reaches out to open the door. “I wasn’t going to let you walk barefoot,” Will says, like it’s an entirely ridiculous concept to begin with, and follows suit as Mike flops down onto the couch, holding out his arms for Will. “You would have hurt yourself.”

“I might not have,” Mike defends, but there’s no bite to it. He finds it hard to be annoyed or defensive when Will Byers is this close to him, legs thrown over his lap and grinning at him. 

“You definitely would have,” Will says evenly, and Mike shifts around to tackle him, pinning him to the sofa and raising an eyebrow as he hovers over him. “You would have stepped on something and cut yourself and it would have been super hard to watch.”

“So mean to me,” Mike grumbles, and Will grins at him all teeth. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go out with me again on Friday, but maybe not now-”

“No!” Will yelps, laughing, and Mike loses all of his fake nonchalance as he collapses onto Will’s chest, grinning. “No, I’m sorry, we can do that, and I’ll carry you the whole way even if you wear your dumb flip-flops and-”

“Okay,” Mike cuts in, grinning and wrapping his arms around Will’s neck, shifting up just enough to kiss his cheek. “Got it. Lots of dates from now on.”

“Yeah,” Will agrees softly, threading his fingers through Mike’s hair, and his smile is brighter, even, than the fiery sunset outside, more beautiful and more precious to Mike by a long shot. “Sounds like a plan.”

#ty moon i hope u enjoy <33 #43 - giving them a piggy-back ride #byler ficlet #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #they're such idiots fr

[aliasrocket]

WIPS / REQUESTS. ౨౿ ⋆ ｡ ˚ this was long due and I originally didn’t want to do this but since I’ll be away for a while, I was thinking I should let you guys know I visit these all the time. They’re called wips / requests bc some of these are actually already in the making.

DISCLAIMER : I will be excluding the more disturbing requests for everyone’s sake. here’s if you’re curious about what I mean. (it involves … rocket and cosmo.)

request status : closed.

if you end up using any of these, please tag me so I can reblog and the anons might be able to see their request get fulfilled <33

fluff.

rocket has dreams of his s/o / reader meeting in different situations and being happy; dreams of them in college and coffee shops. — anon

reader tries to get closer to rocket by sharing his interests with him, like watching him make gizmos even though you can’t understand his technobabble but you encourage him anyway. — anon

reader knows only a bit about rocket’s backstory but he wakes up from a bad nightmare one night and he tells her what happened in full, and she comforts him and lets him know that she loves him and doesn’t think he’s any of the bad things he says about himself. — anon

rocket and reader take care of the baby raccoons together. — anon

angst.

reader and rocket get into a fight and stop talking for months, and when they meet again, reader is pregnant with someone else’s baby. — anon (2 anons requested this.)

rocket gets infatuated with reader after a night of drunken sex that ended with rocket crying to her about his past. he wants to have a relationship with you and you turn him down, which turns him into an even bigger asshole. one of the guardians asks reader to reach a resolution with him, and reader obliges because she don’t hate him and she even finds him attractive but she’s not ready to open herself up to him. reader offer him physical intimacy (pity sex) and of course it doesn’t end well for both of them. —anon on ao3

nsfw.

‘full fic’ of the drabble where rocket was introduced to bdsm, ‘full smut’ of reader being tied up and stopped from cumming. (I’m assuming anon meant cum control?) — anon

rocket builds sex toys to use on reader. — anon

rocket x reader smut where reader is helping to rebuild knowhere and rocket distracts her. — anon

rocket acting ravenous while giving reader cunnilingus. — @ajthefurry

rocket giving reader head, teasing, overstimulating her, holding her thighs/hips down, making her cum, etc. Bonus: hickeys on her thighs. — @caesarhamato22 <3

rocket and reader 69ing for 69 followers celebration. (this was so long ago I am so sorry) — anon

five times rocket and reader were almost caught and the one time they actually were. — anon

five times rocket and reader almost get spicy and one time they do. rocket and reader are finally getting comfortable with being physically intimate with each other (been making eyes at each other and such) but keep getting interrupted/being under attack/are on a mission and “it’s definitely not the right time.” — anon on ao3

general.

reader is quill’s older sister, smart, good at fighting and rocket and reader know each other when rocket captures quill in vol 1. — anon

reader is a fox humanoid who is an ex-ravager who betrays yondu alongside quill who is their good friend. She’s also a looter, and they both have bounties on their head. Takes place in vol 1. — anon

posessive (almost back go classic yanderish) cute rocket x reader. — anon (whoever requested this, thank you anon, I will try to take care of myself between writing and drawing. <3)

rocket x male reader — anon

rocket x male reader where rocket died in the thanos snap and reader helps bring him back after 5 years. smut ensues. — @ero-manga-sensei

reader gets badly hurt during a mission, and they’re mistakes have happened before but it wasn’t this bad. everyone is worried but rocket worries the most. — anon on ao3

reader pines for rocket but knows he has his own issues and doesn’t think her feelings are reciprocated. she’s rather close with the guardians and one night they play ‘truth or dare’ or ‘never have I ever’ and maybe drinks can be involved. it turns out rocket pines for reader too. — @alylee-s on ao3 <3

mutual pining between reader and rocket; reader is well-liked in knowhere but thinks he’s out of her league because he’s one of the guardians and he’s the captain and very talented and she’s just a normal person. rocket feels the same way for reader, but thinks he’s out of her league because he’s just some psychopath’s experiment who’s also kind of a dick. Shenanigans and misunderstandings ensues, along with smut. — Glynnavyre on ao3.

headcanons.

general headcanons of rocket — @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr <3

rocket with a plus sized reader. — anon

#.nav #.last updated : 08.06.2023 #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #rocket gotg #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon x you #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon imagine #gotg rocket #gotg v2 #gotg3 #gotg vol 2 #mcu gotg

[mythica0]

Lee-os weakness

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo

🍫: Donnie

Summary: after discovering that hearing the T-word flusters Leo as much as saying it(while in a lee mood, anyway) does to him, Donnie decides to mess with his twin

A/N: thank you to @someone1348 for the title idea! Nope you all enjoy!

Lee-os weakness

‘Hang on. That’s new.’ Donnie thought to himself.

Donnie had just been.. ahem.. attacked.. by Angelo. Then, he had said:

“Why did you have to tickle me?”

Mikey just smiled and didn’t answer, which wasn’t the new thing he did that all the time, no. What was new, was that Leo, who was walking by the door at the time, froze.

And, although Donnie couldn’t really tell for certain from this far way, he could almost swear that his twin was blushing.

After a second, Leo seemed to shake himself out of something and walked away. But that moment made Donnie curious.

‘He can definitely say the word, I’ve experienced that firsthand…. But has anyone ever used it on him?’

He didn’t think anyone had. Mayhaps, hearing the word from other people flustered Leo instead of saying it.

Donnie smirked. He was going to have fun today.

———————

Donnie was being mean.

All day, Leo heard it. Every time, from his twins mouth.

“I’m tickled that you would think so.”

“Well? Does that tickle your fancy?”

“Ha! Im tickled pink!”

Aaaaand so on, so forth.

It felt like every. time. Leo was in the same room as the soft shell, the word came out of his mouth. It was unbearable! (*cough* and putting him in a tremendous Lee mood *cough*)

At first, Leo didn’t think it was on purpose. Until eventually he saw the smirk on Donnie’s face, and knew he knew what he was doing.

And it was mean.

The next time it happened, Leo decided to take action.

After Donnie said it , again, Leo spoke up.

“Will you stop that?”

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” Donnie smirked.

‘Oh, he is way too proud of himself’

“You know exactly what you’re doing! Don’t play dumb!”

Donnie once again feigned innocence.

“I truly have no idea what you’re talking about Nardo.. care to tell me?”

“You keep saying it!”

“What? You don’t like me talking anymore? Come now, Leo that’s just rude. Unless of course… you mean a specific word?” Donnie dropped the facade.

“A very tiny little word that you seem to love using but can’t handle yourself…. What’s the word again?”

Leo knows what’s about to happen.

“Oh, right! Its… ” Donnie waits a moment, as if trying to draw out Leo’s torture.

“….Tickle. Isn’t it?”

And, instantly Donnie is confirmed right, as pink spreads across Leo’s face and he closes his eyes.

“But, hey, don’t worry, Leon.”

Leo peeked open his eyes at the comment, just to see a smug grin on Donnie’s face.

“I have follow through.”

And with no further warning, Donnie pulled Leo close to him, and began scratching all across his shell.

Leo immediately broke down into child-like laughter.

“Aww, is this tickling your funny bone?”

“Stahahahap thahahat!”

“Why should I? I know you love this. Tickletickletickletickletickle!”

Leo was redder than Raph’s mask at this point, giggling enough to fill the whole lair with the noise.

‘Why does this tickle so much?! And why does it feel so good?’

Leo asked himself. But hey, no need to worry. He thinks he’s just gonna laugh, for now.

Then, Donnie moves to his underarms. A pretty bad spot for the slider.

“DOHONnie!”

“Thats my name, yes?”

Donnie rolled his eyes at the lack of response, before finally moving to Leo’s death spot- his thighs.

“WAHAHAIT! DHAHAHANNIE! EE!” Leo all but screamed.

Only a few seconds later, Leo was calling for mercy. Donnie obliged, getting up to go grab his twin a glass of water.

After Leo could breathe again, Donnie smiled.

“Have fun?”

Leo, to exhausted and giggle-high to deny it, nodded slightly.

“Good,” Donnie started, then finished with a wink.

“Looks like I found Lee-os weakness, huh?”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickle community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #ler!donnie

[paperstarwriters]

(you don't have to publish the ask but make sure it's anonymous) please please please don't worry about the anon I think it might be the same person who made a harrass discord group...of course it's good to acknowledge wrongdoings of creators but it doesn't make anyone obligated to stay away from fandom. If you don't support the racist mess that happened it's totally fine if you stay in arcana fandom. Don't worry.

of course, of course. I'm not feeling pressured to leave the fandom right now don't worry about that. I know seeing it can cause a bit of anxiety, and for a little while it did make me feel anxious, I recalled why I wanted to write a lot of the fanfics I make in the first place, I didn't like how they wrote Muriel's ending, and I didn't like how they represented him a lot, so I wanted to make something that fit the image I had of him instead.

Anyways, I was much more curious about the note they made about the problems with Julian being a bird or the various bird motifs and that being antisemitic. I was wondering how or why that was the case, as when I tried searching it up I wasn't really able to find any definite explanations, so I was wondering if they could point me to a resource or something on the topic. I've heard that a merge between an owl and a human can often be antisemitic especially when that owl is presented as an almost demon-like entity with feathers forming horns like that of a great horned owl, and their beak being presented as a large hooked nose. That much, I do understand, but I'm unclear if it applies to the wider range of birds as well, or not.

In my initial search I found a story called Jewbird written by Bernard Malamud, an American-jewish author, and while it serves as the allegory of antisemitism not only coming from outside but inside as well, the nature of the intelligent bird being representative of an older more traditional Jewish individual (according to another source who were likely more able to draw the parallel than I was), presents him as a human-merged with bird individual and the whole point of the text seems to present it as the pure opposite of being antisemitic.

Of course, I can see the possibility of it, that he was presented as a bird in order to subvert the initial expectations and stereotypes, in the same way that Maus by Art Spiegelman does, but I would still like to be better able to understand the bird-antisemitism connection. Does it apply to specific birds? What kind of bird-like representation causes issue? Would the image of birds flying freely over the sky be considered problematic imagery? Why and how? is it the caged bird that is problematic? Why and how? Is there any possible way that this birdlike imagery can spread into other spaces and cause issue? Should Julian never be given feathered wings, regardless if you're creating a bird image or not? is his bird familiar problematic as well??? this is like telling someone unfamiliar with racism against African-american individuals that cotton is not good to them without telling them about the whole history about slavery and cotton picking, leading them to believe that they just take issue with the material of shirts or something.

I know I probably sound kinda nit-pickey, but I am genuinely curious and would love to avoid making any antisemitic mistakes when including Julian and Portia in my works. I wish to avoid this all the time, of course, but most especially now, as discussion on Palestine has spurred a lot of antisemitism due to the cultural genocide from Israel. And while it's clear that what Israel is doing, it's also clear that not all Jewish individuals support that, even though some news groups or people talking about it frame it as if it is.

Of course I'm open and eager for discussion on the other LIs as well and the intricacies of their problematic representation and how that must be handled corrected or re-framed, especially since in the early more.... hostile days of this fandom, I tended to stick to Muriel's route since I hadn't played the other routes in a while/all the way through so I'm a little unaware of all the other characters' misrepresentations (so if you're mentioning Muriel I probably have heard about and considered that one before—this man does not leave my brain lmao)

I can see the possible issues on Nadia being constantly represented as domineering failing to recognize softness in her (which I belive, though correct me if I'm wroing, is about dark skinned women being seen as violent and tough instead of soft or kind), and Asra being represented through Orientalism (mystic, but lesser other with messy foreign traditionalistic magic that must be corrected through the western logic and science—this partly originated in ancient greece so not entirely western as in America)

But yeah, I'm just really curious about it, cause my initial search only brought up news articles about people apologizing for being antisemitic, or the history of antisemitism. Rather than some of the various possible forms of antisemitism or it's possible relation to birds.

#answering asks #the arcana #I put it in the tags on that one post sorry. You probably didn't see because you didn't want to scroll through the hate post #and that's fair #but yeah I'm here for research purposes & to remember and learn from the mistakes of the others in the past. #Anonymous #julian devorak #portia devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel #muriel the arcana #Muriel of the kokhuri #antisemitism #lit analysis

[islandofsages]

hi omg tysm for doing my request i loved it!! if it's okay can i request being best friends with childe and venti in high school au this time??

summary: in which you two are best friend, and maybe not just for these three short years.

characters: childe and venti (separate)

tags: gn!reader, platonic, fluff + a bit of crack in venti’s, hc format

warnings: none

author's notes: hi again anon!! im glad you liked it :] also sorry if venti’s doesn’t really sound like a high school au i tried my best LOL i hope you like this one too anon <3

childe

he’s definitely the most popular kid at school though he has some rivals but he implores you not to mention them without his permission. with his good looks, charisma, athleticism and status as an honors student, he’s got everyone’s attention. and when i say everyone, i mean everyone. not only students and teachers - even the janitors and cooks have taken a liking to the boy. what does he do with all this attention? absolutely nothing. he hangs out with you anyway

if you’re also one of the popular kids then people won’t question your friendship but if you’re more on the down low or, to put it nicely, you barely have any you can genuinely call a friend, being best friends with childe is a bit suffocating. emphasis on a bit - you wouldn’t trade your friendship for anything. a little attention never killed anybody, you know? especially if you get to be best friends with one of the coolest people that’s ever graced this earth, popular kid status aside

he’d help you if you’re struggling with studies by tutoring you! whether it be at the school’s library or either of you two’s house, there is never a dull moment during your study session. even then, your study sessions are never unproductive either. if you beat yourself over how slow you’re progressing, he won’t hesitate to assure you that it’s okay to take baby steps. everyone starts somewhere after all even though your math test is literally tomorrow

“eh? our math exam’s tomorrow? well, that’s all the more reason to grind as much as possible today! c’mon, (y/n), go go go!”

that’s one of his flaws though - he can’t seem to remember any of the dates for any school event. midyears? you mean that’s actually in the middle of the school year? sports day? you’re telling him he’s been practicing track and field this past few days because it’s actually next week? needless to say, it’s great teasing material.

if he doesn’t have any after school activities, he likes hanging out with you at that one cafe after school. you like to joke around with him by saying every teenager likes hanging out at cafes and he shushes you every time by shoving whatever pastry he feels like having that day into your mouth. luckily enough, there’s a reason why he likes that cafe so much - its pastries are all to die for and the baristas are skilled in making latte art. he likes it almost as much as he likes you, which is saying something

one day, he even asked one of the baristas to draw a picture of you in your cup of coffee - and to his delight, the barista happily obliged. you were so flattered you had to take a picture of your drink. and childe couldn’t help taking a picture of your blinding smile too; and he won’t ever delete it. such a memento will stand the ravages of time and be a monument of your everlasting friendship, even after your high school years.

venti

he asked you to join his “emo band” once. it was…an interesting experience.

“quit your job, (y/n).”

“i don’t even have a job??? how do you know my name anyway???”

“shut up and join my emo band!”

despite what he says, he’s not really the “emo” kind. not always, anyways. he was just scouting potential band members because he was very hung up on the idea of a high school band for some reason. you rejected him at first but he was very persistent so you have no choice but to join even if you have little to no musical prowess whatsoever and you don’t regret making that decision as if you had any say in the matter in the first place

turns out, that was just his way of finding friends - you can’t say that it’s the most efficient way of befriending people but he did rope you in so you can’t really say it’s not efficient either. plus, he does genuinely want to form a band! it’s just that finding members hasn’t been that easy for him. in fact, you’re the only member other than him! so you just offer to do the best you can for him, though you worry how it will affect your studies and overall high school life

safe to say though, befriending venti has spiced things up for you - after all, when you’re in high school, people are always looking to make things interesting and eventually go out with a bang. venti in particular is one of these types of people; although not many tolerate him, those who do (including you, of course) find themselves heavily influenced by his lifestyle. whether that’s a good thing or not depends on the person, though you find it to be a little bit of both

you two like hanging out by busking around town after school it’s not like he’s a member of any clubs anyway. plus, somebody would probably report him to the student council for causing a disturbance. you usually just watch him strum his guitar and dedicate a song or two for his audience but on rare occasions, you’d join in. whether it be singing along or you bring an instrument of your own, you two are always guaranteed applause from whoever bothers listening. one time, a classmate of yours saw you two singing together and suggested to you two to participate in the talent show at school later that week

before you could decide anything, he immediately agreed to it. oh, typical venti, always doing things without waiting for your approval. but you can’t help but feel excited - and you were right to. you two killed it! and when he turned to look at you and offer his biggest smile, you knew your friendship is as timeless as that shining day; and that this whole high school band thing would soon become a regular band thing.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #childe x gn!reader #childe x gender neutral reader #platonic childe x reader #childe genshin x reader #childe genshin impact #childe genshin #childe gi #genshin childe #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x y/n #tartaglia x gn!reader #tartaglia x gender neutral reader #platonic tartaglia x reader #tartaglia genshin #tartaglia genshin impact #tartaglia #venti x reader

[infizero]

pokespe reread: yellow chapter - closing thoughts! 🟡

that's the end of yellow and gen 1 as a whole!! before i (very excitedly) move onto GSC, here's my closing thoughts ft. me talking way too long about blue for some reason

(before we start i want to reiterate that i use they/them for yellow. i just cant use anything else sorry. i also use "yellow" and "amarillo" interchangeably 👍)

ok, i wanna start by talking about yellow's personality bcuz MAN! i am so glad i reread this chapter in particular bcuz i really forgot so much. as a child i 100% woobified yellow very badly and basically any trait of theirs that wasnt "sweet nice pokemon-loving healer" got destroyed in the process

there's so much else to them!! they're headstrong, they're brave, they're determined.... and while inexperienced, they're literally stated to have power on the same level at red's at certain points!!! amarillo is not just a little cinnamon roll or whatever, and i really appreciate being able to remember that via this reread.

i also really love their pacifist streak! i like how they're kind and prefer not to fight not out of naivety or stupidity or cowardice, but as a conscious decision that they make because that is what they want to do. and i think that's really admirable! sticking to ur principles while being informed and everything. and it def leads to a lot of interesting situations where they're able to win without actually attacking, which is cool to see

ok you know me. ive gotta talk about yellow's gender.

i love yellow bcuz they're one of those characters where everyone has different interpretations of them gender-wise but we all sort of agree that they are not cis LOL. those kinds of characters are fun to me

i def can read yellow in different ways, but i personally see them as an afab non-binary person. (tho i dont think they would've had the words for it until later) that's just how they read to me. and im definitely even more attached to this hc now that i myself am trans LOL (not that i wasnt before. you know how it is)

anyways, when it comes to what's actually in the text, i actually like how yellow's gender was handled! i really like the fact that as a reader you go through almost the ENTIRE ARC thinking they're a boy before it's finally revealed. i think that's definitely preferable in this situation to the audience knowing from the start.

not only does it come as a surprise (i mean. if it's your first time reading obviously lol) but it sort of asks you as a reader to inspect your own perceptions of characters when it comes to their gender, esp probably when this came out. how does your perception of amarillo change once you find out they're actually a girl? should it change? idk i just find that interesting

i also do appreciate that yellow's abilities and personality (at least for this arc) dont change between before and after the reveal. like thats a low bar lol, but i appreciate that they're still shown to be strong in their ways once you know they're a girl, and they also still act the same. again low bar but it would've been easy to treat yellow more like A Girl afterwards so im glad that doesnt happen.

(im a little wary for the future since yamamoto definitely draws yellow more overtly feminine-looking than mato, but lets hope that stays about the same. ok?)

^ while im mentioning that btw. i fucking loveeee how mato draws yellow so much. they're so perfectly androgynous looking it makes me happy :) and again that doesnt change at all after the reveal so yayyyyyyy

but anyways. i also rlly like blaine's reaction to finding out in particular. he asks about it, a little bewildered, and when they request that he not ask about it right now, he obliges and does not bring it up for the rest of the arc! and doesnt treat them any differently! its fucking awesome i love blaine so fucking much guys

amarillo's gender in general was a lot less of a big deal than i remembered/expected it to be? like it really does not matter in the grand scheme of things and i think thats pretty cool ^_^

on the subject of that scene though...

bro im sorry this is not the reaction of a cis girl who's only been caught pretending to a boy 😭 the "dont ask right now" thing i could understand, but this line??? this feels wayyyyy more personal. fym you feel naked without that hat? the hat that hides your ponytail and girlness?? you feel exposed and bad without hiding the fact that you're female? interesting.

like to me. yellow might've had some preexisting feelings, but blue telling them to pretend to be a boy (i'll get to that later) and getting to go around like that was their trans awakening for sure.

but what i find interesting is that despite blue saying that, yellow doesn't... actually ever introduce themself as a boy? like literally not a single time. they hide their ponytail and dont correct people when they refer to them as such (although now that i think about it i actually cant recall if anyone actually calls them a boy or uses he/him for them in their presence, but it probably happens) but never do they actually call THEMSELF a boy or anything like that

like despite blue's instructions, yellow doesn't really pretend to be a boy so much as just go around with their ponytail hidden and have everyone just assume they're a boy. which i find interesting, and its why i so strongly see yellow not as transmasc but as non-binary. they're a "girl" but everyone assumes they're a boy, but yellow themself doesnt ever comment on the matter. truly goals oh my god if i could go around and just have everyone think im a boy even if its technically more complicated than that my life would be blessed. anyway

that's the sort of subtextual reason as to why i view yellow as non-binary, but in terms of my actual hc, this experience is their awakening not because of them getting to be a boy, but rather them getting to not be a girl. and i think once they get to live like that for a little bit that's def what leads them to think about it more and eventually figure all that out :)

ANYWAYS. getting back to the actual text. i wanna quickly talk about the other characters bcuz i really like how everyone was incorporated into this arc

i thought this arc did a great job handling all of the different characters. i like how each of them gets a chance to shine without it feeling too crowded, and it's really cool seeing what everyone's been up to in the 2 years since RGB.

obviously you've got blue leading yellow, green training them, and the whole thing with red (which i'll get to in a little bit), but also the gym leaders (both good and bad), bill, blaine and mewtwo... they all felt important in their own way. no one felt glossed over or anything.

that little peak we get of green's childhood + him teaching that little boy was cool :D i love green so much.

i particularly liked seeing blaine and mewtwo's bond after 2 years of them healing and training together, and the twist of giovanni being the one to let red out of the ice genuinely had me shocked, i did NOT remember that. him showing up at the end to save yellow (and using the same move red beat him with!!!!) was a really cool moment that had me freaking out

the elite four were also really fun (and very intimidating) villains! i like how they each had their own point of intrigue, they never felt like just one unit without their own personalities. lorelei is the one who froze red, bruno was being manipulated, agatha mostly sticks to the shadows but has her past with professor oak, and of course everything with lance. their goal is insane but they really do feel like actual threats so it never feels ridiculous

speaking of lance, he is the PERFECT foil/antagonist for yellow. having them both be from the viridian forest, both with the power to read pokemon's minds and heal them, but with vastly different outlooks on the relationship between people and pokemon is just suchhh a good dynamic

amarillo uses their power for good to help both people and pokemon, while lance uses that same power in pursuit of helping pokemon but via a plan that would've surely only ended up hurting both..... very very good...

i like how the story does sympathize with lance's cause and points out that YES, humanity has problems, and their actions and pollution and everything have hurt many pokemon. but that's not a reason to wipe out ALL humans; it's instead something to try and improve so that both people and pokemon's lives can be improved and they can live in harmony. lance's motivations are noble but obviously the way that he goes about it (attempted global genocide) is uh. not

i also like how its shown near the end that lance's efforts won't just hurt pokemon if he gets his way, but are actively hurting HIS OWN right now. his dragonite was suffering in silence in pursuit of his goal, and thats not to mention all of the trainers opposing him's pokemon who could've gotten seriously injured battling with him. and of course that's not even getting into the fact he FOR SURE killed at least a FEW people in the midst of destroying an entire city. and partially destroying several other cities. noble cause, but bad actions in pursuit of that cause. i always find that kind of thing interesting

rq before i talk about red and yknow. the main plot. i wanna circle back and go on a small tangent about blue because she makes me insane and even though i already said some of this in the tags of a previous post i need to get it out here

this line made me spiral into my years-long sadness about blue and the loss of her childhood and i just. need to talk about it. going ahead and giving the disclaimer that a lot of this stuff was definitely not meant to be that serious (because this story is written by a man who was definitely not thinking about the implications of stuff like this) but the way that it ties into blue's larger backstory makes me want to grab someone by the shirt and shake them violently

blue saying "until you can use the fact that you're a 'woman' as a weapon" is soooooo fucking sad dude. blue is a girl who has been using flirting and her position as a "woman" in the world to her advantage since AT LEAST 11 years old in RGB. literally in order to survive on the street

we can assume (and hope) that nothing bad ever happened to her, thank goodness, but that's still a very dangerous position for a little girl to be putting herself in. and it's always been really sad to me that she's had to learn how to weaponize being a girl from such a young age.

how did she learn that? somehow blue had to learn that she could get her way by flirting with men and making herself look and act as appealing as possible and i really dont want to think about a little blue out on the streets learning to play into the desires of men to survive, something she should NOT have to be dealing with that young. she should be getting to play!! to discover who she is!!

and this is AFTER already getting kidnapped, groomed into being a perfect trainer, and having to basically raise a kid only a few years younger than her in the midst of all that trauma. unintentionally or not, blue is literally like a personification of what it's like to grow up as a girl and how awful it can be and it makes me SO fucking sad.

blue had to grow up far too soon and i feel like this can even be seen in her want to get her own pokedex in RGB. she has had such a hard life and she's only 11 fucking years old (at the time). she's either had to play mother or be an object of desire to make ends meet, OF COURSE her deepest wish and motivation would be just to go on her own pokemon journey like other kids her age!!

so while again i could just chalk up blue telling yellow this to "a man wrote this and it wasnt meant to be that deep", i do genuinely believe blue WOULD say this. because this is what she's had to do to survive and she thinks it's fucking normal!!!

OK. ANYWAYS. SORRY. this chapter is not about blue i just had to rant for a second bcuz she makes me so sad and im not normal about her. let's move on and wrap this up lol

red's disappearance is such a fantastic event to base the story around. i totally forgot that we see him in the very beginning, but i like that all we get is him getting the battle invite, and then it cuts to oak and misty discussing how he's gone missing. (for whatever reason i thought that he was missing for way longer than a month? i guess my child brain just exaggerated that lol)

i feel like not seeing red at all before he goes missing could've been interesting? but i think getting that small glimpse at the beginning is good for reestablishing his character, especially since you've gotta account for people who are just now tuning in.

but anyways, the mystery of what happened to red is really well done. i like how it's really unclear what happened for a long time and even after getting hints like learning he was frozen by the elite four, it's still unclear exactly how he got out, where he went afterwards, why they froze him, etc.

you don't even SEE him in action besides the opening for quite a while, which i reallyyy like. all the information is coming from people OTHER than red, which gives him a really interesting, vaguely "haunting the narrative" type role in the arc as a whole. esp since the protagonist this time is yellow, someone who's only met red once or twice briefly when they were younger and therefore doesn't really know him.

the scene where we finally get to see red and bruno's battle is sooo impactful too. you watch as it starts off normal, as red is able to overcome challenges over and over again like normal, and then in an instant it all goes wrong...

watching red accept that he's not gonna be able to get out of this one by himself and sending pika away to get help.... his sad little smile before he falls..... him struggling on the ground, realizing that it'd be basically impossible for pika to be able to properly communicate with anyone, before he finally succumbs to the ice....

it really does hurt, ESPECIALLY considering his previous role as hero. he always manages to win in the end, but not this time. and his last thoughts before getting frozen are literally him starting to think that it might be hopeless. and reminder that he's literallyyyyy 13 during all of this. lorddddd

LAST THING I WANT TO MENTION

this arc does a reallyyy good job at subtly setting up for GSC. like throughout the arc, blue mentions how she's still working on trying to figure out who kidnapped her as a child; it never becomes relevant during yellow's plot but it keeps it in the back of your mind.

and then of course you get silver's cameo midway through + the direct tease for GSC with him showing up at the end and everything. obviously a very minor part of the chapter overall but it does a great job at keeping this plotline fresh in your mind so that it can be really delved into later. very awesome

AND SPEAKING OF GSC. I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THIS FUCKING POST oh my god its like 3am. i really did not mean to write this much but i just love pokespe so much and i have thoughts. ok?

ANYWAYS. it's officially time for GSC babey. i was thinking of maybe splitting gold & silver and crystal into two separate arcs? i know they're technically the same arc but this is also the longest arc in the whole series so maybe that would be good.....?

although then "gold & silver" would only be those first two volumes, and i also dont remember if those leave off on a good point.... idk i'll probably just put them all together. "gold & silver reread" and "crystal reread" just look better than "gsc reread" ....... T_T

oh well i'll figure it out tomorrow when i continue onward. it's finally time for SILVER BABEYYYYYYYYYY (and gold and crystal i love them all dearly. but i do have a favorite)

#serena.txt #pksp reread #yellow reread #also side note i realized that i've been pronouncing amarillo wrong my whole life and i feel very embarrassed. ALSO i learned today #that the spanish name was just an english localization thing and it/smthn similar doesnt exist in the og japanese?? i did not know that #normally i would be like ''well its not in the original so-'' but im sorry latina yellow is so fucking good that i cant let that go #its real to me. ok?

[cakeboxie]

Pardon my rambling. Illness of the mental flavour this fine four in the morning.

On one hand I want to post shit as soon as I’m done drawing but I also like keeping a queue bc then my account doesn’t die for 7-14 business days when my wrists act up not from an obligation to post just bc I like seeing people interact with my art and i know I could take a break and keeping a queue makes it so I can but also I love consistency and I just because I should take breaks doesn’t mean I like doing it and I think I may spend too much time on the internet but I’m not entirely sure what else to do with myself because what else is there to do for me as someone who can’t really go out or do most normal things. I suppose I could read but I already do a lot of that not even just fanfic I read a decent amount of novels im just horribly picky and I find the process of finding novels I enjoy exausting. I could write more music too but I already do that a lot and it’s debatable if that’s better because I end up obsessing over even minor flaws. I want to redecorate my room but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea or if I’m just tired bc I’m pretty sure I forgot to take my meds last night even though I slept what felt like a normal amount. I should also go to bed now bc I did take my meds and I know that’s definitely making my current situation worse but on the other hand I want to run. Which I know is a bad idea last time i tried to go for a run my legs gave out and I was stuck in the cold for 4 hours until my roommate woke up and could bring my wheelchair and I’m not sure when my knees got this bad. Like I could never run because I was asthmatic but it was a different kind of couldn’t like I could technically run it was just a bad idea because I’d have an asthma attack. But now I can’t because I’ll fall and won’t be able to get back up or I’ll be in such severe pain I can’t get home or one time I got lost and just kinda kept walking for almost 2 hours bc I forgot my phone so I couldn’t contact anyone and I shit you not I ended up in the neighbor town (it’s not that far and I didn’t remember crossing the highway either way) and after that I barely got out of bed for like a week. Not that I get out of bed often as it anyway and I think that’s why it feels like I spend too much time online. Because I only really remember being online because it’s the best part of my day. Like I know I have one irl I could be hanging out with but also that is so much effort and I love her dearly but it’s a different kind of yearning I think. I want to be normal just for like a day I want to have friends who want to talk to me and people to spend time with irl. But I also don’t. I don’t want people I don’t want friends and I know that. I want the romanticized version of friends that don’t have drama or problems or complexity and I think that’s why I value my online friends and my mutuals so much because it fills the social need without any of the issues that come with humans and I feel horrible saying that because I know my mutuals are human but online is comfortable and the block button is always a click away and I’m not afraid to use it but also I am because what if I’ve misjudged the situation not that I’ll ever ask.

Edit I’m expanding this because my brain has gone in a very irl dangerous direction and I need to keep my hands busy lest I do something fucking stupid. Sometimes I wonder how much my apathy shows and sometimes I wonder if it’s even apathy because I am apathetic in a clinical sense but I wonder if I’m exaggerating because I get bursts of excitement or feeling but it comes and goes in minutes like. Even then direction I was going isn’t out of and particular negative emotion it was a passive thought and I think that’s arguably more worrying bc instead of being jarring and worrying I considered making a catastrophically bad decision with all the care of someone picking want to have for breakfast. Maybe I’d feel better if I jerked off I don’t think that’s is a great idea but also there’s certainly worse options I’m wondering if this reads as much like a conversation as it feels because I don’t remember writing most of it but also reading it does sound like me but not and I don’t know why that is but I don’t want to think to hard on it so.

[zebuie]

CINNAMON GIRL

pairings; gf!ellie x fem!reader

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 SYNOPSIS:: You were making cinnamon rolls in the kitchen when Ellie walked in and tempted you into some steamy action. (SORRY I DONR KNOW HOW TO WEORD THIS)

WARNINGS— 2.6k words, smut!!!!, strap on usage (r receiving), eating out (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), pet names (good girl🙁, mama, uhemmm idk), ellie calls her strap her dick, Ellie fucks u on the counter, a little bit of fluff in the start?!? uhuhuhhhh sorry my brain isn’t functioning propoerly😆😆😆

a/n; writing this made me realize how single I am LORDDD anyways I’m so cramped with work I have sm to do I jus wnan sleep 😞 also might start writing for Abby and dina yusssss🔥 there’s a lotta (r receiving) in the warnings i need to dom Ellie

DAILY CLICK

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It was a Friday evening, Ellie had originally planned to hang out with her friends but changed her mind and decided to stay at home with you

You could hear her swearing and groaning from the other room while playing her video game. 

Suddenly, she switched off the console, walked over to you who was adorned in a pair of satin short shorts and a tank top wearing an apron around your waist, engaged in making cinnamon rolls on the flour-covered countertop. 

Upon spotting you, Ellie ambled up towards you and hugged you closely before pointing towards the half-completed dough on the counter 

“hey baby, need help?” she asked, You smiled at Ellie's unexpected surprise and hugged her back, happy to spend your evening together. 

"Yeah definitely thanks," you replied sweetly, "I almost got bored playing around with the dough. A little help would be great." 

Ellie smirked before helping you out on rolling and kneading the sticky dough until it became smooth and stretchy. 

As the two of you continued to bake, a playful banter filled the air as Ellie shared stories about her gaming adventures while you teased her gentle nature against her tough girl persona. 

You were getting along great while making those cinnamon rolls when you both ended up covered in dough. 

You laughed and joked about it before Ellie decided to take it a step further. 

She pretended to dodge you but eventually, she let herself get caught by your arms, flour all over her. It was silly, 

but so sweet. You brushed the dust off her shoulders and neck with one hand which made Ellie giggle even more. It's moments like these that make relationships worthwhile. 

You continued baking the cinnamon rolls and somehow managed to avoid any more dough-mishaps. Ellie felt a sudden pang of hunger which made you suggest trying one of the warm freshly baked treats. 

Excited, Ellie eagerly obliged; her eyes closing in pleasure as she bit into the soft, sticky roll coated with sweet cinnamon-sugar mix. She moaned quietly "babe! these are amazing," 

pulling you close for a tender kiss to share in her delight. As you basked in Ellie's contented sigh, the scent of warm cinnamon rolls filling the air around you, something deep inside urged you to pull her even closer. 

You couldn't resist any longer as your fingers intertwined with hers and gently tugged her into a more intimate hug. 

Ellie didn't protest but rather melted against your chest completely entranced by the warmth emanating from both of your bodies. 

Slowly, she tilted her head upwards to meet your gaze; desire flickering within her eyes like soft moonlight. In that moment,  everything else faded away leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms - sharing a gentle kiss filled with tenderness and longing. 

As your lips parted, you felt the urge to deepen the kiss, drawing Ellie closer until you were practically devouring her sweet lips. 

Your hands moved from her fingers up her arms, taking in every curve as they reached around to cradle her lower back. She sighed deeply as she surrendered herself to your embrace fully engrossed in the passionate exchange. 

Before too long, soft moans escaped both of your lips mingling together creating a symphony of desire that resonated within the peaceful serenity of your warm kitchen. Ellie slowly but slyly untied ur apron, gripping onto your thighs and propping you up on the flour covered countertop. 

“Ellie..” you whined, In that moment, there was no need for words - your eyes conveyed everything - want, desire, hunger for her sweet touch. 

Her fingers dug into your flesh as she pressed herself closer to you; a whimper escaping her lips. Without hesitating further, Ellie slipped her hands under the waistband of ur shorts and gently cupped your bare cheeks in her palms sending shivers down your spine. 

"God Ellie...", you moaned softly, burying your face in the hollow of her neck as she fondled your ass with skilled hands. 

Her breath washed over your ear sending jolts of pure lust down your spine. 

She kissed you hungrily again and then started to trail her lips downward onto your chest; teasing circles around the soft skin between ur pecs before moving lower. You watched through hazy desire filled eyes as she lowered herself even further until her lips were barely touching the fabric of your panties. "Ellie...want you so bad," you breathed out thickly, your hips bucking instinctively as she continued her teasing. 

Ellie's smile grew wickedly wide as she slipped a hand inside your panties; her eyes meeting yours. She leaned back slightly, pulling on ur panties until it finally came off - leaving you fully exposed to her heated gaze. Ellie palmed your pussy, teasingly stroking your slit causing wet warmth to flood between your legs. Her gaze never left yours as she blew a gentle stream of air against your moistened folds; a soft whimper escaping from deep within you. 

Ellie leaned closer, trailing her tongue along the sensitive seam while probing gently inside with one finger.

You cried out softly, arching your back at the delicious sensation flooding through you as she continued to lave her tongue along your slick folds. She slipped a second finger inside, stretching you deliciously while occasionally flicking her thumb across your bundle of nerves. 

she then slowly started to plant sloppy kisses on your neck, her hand on your neck. Ellie pulled back from your sensitive spots, admiring the glistening dampness she left on you. "so beautiful.." she whispered softly, trailing her fingers through the wetness before dipping them in her mouth teasingly. 

You sighed contentedly as her other hand moved between your thighs spreading you open just a bit more; giving her easier access to explore your body further with soft gentle kisses and lingering licks. 

She teased your most sensitive spot with gentle flicks of her tongue while her fingers danced around you, increasing the pressure as she gradually pushed you closer to the edge. 

Ellie moved her other hand between you, rubbing lightly against your hardening clit making waves of pleasure crash through you until everything became a blur; ecstasy washing over you as waves after wave of intense pleasure crashed down upon you. 

You moaned loudly in pure delight; trembling under Ellie's skilled touches until at last, your body relaxed completely leaving both of you breathing heavily in each other's embrace. 

As your shudders slowly subsided, Ellie pulled away to admire the flushed beauty of her lover. "love u s’much.. " she murmured before reaching up to pull your damp tank top off; tossing it aside. 

She ran her fingers softly over your chest, grazing the skin tenderly and gently cupping each breast while leaning in for a deep kiss. 

Her fingers teased circles around your sensitive nipples causing you to gasp slightly at the sweet pleasure emanating through you. 

Ellie slowly traced the curve of your breasts, her fingers sliding under you and around your body until she reached between your thighs; running her finger through the wetness there. 

She glanced down at it with a knowing smirk before glancing back up into your eyes; the strain in them telling her everything she needed to know. Slipping off her own sweat pants, Ellie revealed the strap on that was nestled against her core; a wicked gleam lighting up her eyes as she noticed your obvious intrigue. "ready?" Her voice was soft, You nodded wordlessly.

feeling a surge of anticipation course through you as she slowly began to ease the strap on between your legs. Ellie ran it along the swollen folds before sliding it gently inside you; stretching you even further causing shuddering moans of delight to escape your lips. 

She adjusted herself, getting comfortable and gripping one end while her free hand danced around your body playfully - occasionally caressing or teasing parts of your sensitive flesh until you were whimpering for more. 

With a gentle pull, Ellie guided you off the counter and turned you around so your ass was up in the air; her lips finding their way to the soft skin of your lower back as she explored every inch with loving thoroughness. 

As she rubbed against you, Ellie slowly began to push inside again causing hot waves of pleasure to crash through you. 

You moaned deeply at the fullness stretching you wide while pushing back against her eagerly. 

Ellie picked up pace, her hips moving faster and more confidently as she savored the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. 

Her fingers traced sensual patterns on your lower back, occasionally grazing the sensitive skin right by your buttocks; making you shudder delightfully in pleasure. 

"Please mama…fuckkkk-" Ellie breathed out huskily against your skin - her tone thick with passion and desire before withdrawing almost completely only to slam back inside leaving a soft grunt escaping from both of you. 

Ellie continued to plunge herself in and out of you, her rhythm becoming more intense as she growled deep in her throat - her entire body consumed by the pure bliss of being connected to you. 

She reached forward to wrap her fingers around your clit; rubbing it gently while alternately teasing your entrance with the tip of the strap on. You whined softly, desperately trying to control yourself but the pleasurable sensations were overwhelming. 

Sweat was dripping from both of you, but it did nothing to dampen the intense passion between you. 

Ellie's panted breaths filled your ears as she drove deeper, her muscles clenching around your wet folds causing shivers to dance through you. 

She continued to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves; her fingers moving in delicate patterns while thrusting harder and faster into your core. The feeling of being stretched wide coupled with Ellie's skilled caresses caused you to feel a pressure building low in your belly; every thrust intensifying it until all you could do was moan loudly. 

She sensed the impending climax and changed her pace once more - drawing herself almost completely out before plunging back inside fiercely, her fingers continuing to torment your clit. 

Ellie swore she felt your muscles contracting around her and she knew you were close. With a growl, she thrust herself harder, “cmon baby, takin’ my dick so well..” Ellie grunted. You cried out, 

a powerful climax washing over you as pleasure ripped through your body. Your muscles clamped down hard on Ellie's strap on and she groaned deeply - her hips stalling for a moment before resuming their frenetic rhythm. Ellie rode it out with you - her own orgasm surging through her at the sweet sound of your cries. 

The intensity of your orgasm sent Ellie over the edge and she grunted loudly as her own release surged through her; her body shaking with pleasure. As the sensations subsided, she gently pulled out of you and spun you around so you were facing her - a wicked grin spreading across her face. 

"Good girl..." Ellie teased lightly, reaching down to stroke herself through her sweatpants; giving an amused glance towards your dripping pussy. 

"Fuck, yes." Ellie finally spoke gruffly, her fingers disappearing inside her pants to find her throbbing clit. 

"made me cum so hard... I need your sweet pussy to finish me off." She gave a lustful groan as she tugged you closer - sitting on the couch and pulling you over herself. 

As you straddled Ellie's lap, she eagerly ground herself against your sopping folds - moaning loudly as she rubbed her clit against the soft flesh. She reached up to grasp your hips; tugging you closer and harder onto her grind. 

Your pussy pressed against Ellie's clit, causing her to shiver from the contact; her hips bucking in pleasure. "You like that?" Ellie husked out before giving your hips a hard squeeze.

You whimpered, unable to deny the pleasure radiating through you. 

Your pussy slickened even more, rubbing against her sensitive nub in perfect harmony. 

Ellie's breathy moans became louder and more frantic; her hips thrusting upward, 

chasing after the sweet edge that seemed always just out of reach. 

Sweat glistened on both your bodies as the intensity of your grinding grew stronger - pleasure swelling within you, threatening to spill over. 

Ellie dug her fingers into your flesh, her hips bucking fiercely against yours; she let out a fierce growl before burying her face in the crook of your neck. 

Her rough tongue trailed up your throat, suckling and biting gently at your earlobe as she moaned loudly into your ear - her body shaking from the force of her climax. 

As Ellie's orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure coursed through you; forcing a gasp past your lips as you also felt yourself approaching the edge. 

Her climax spent, Ellie gently eased you off her lap - a satisfied smile spread across her face. "Fuck babe, I needed that." She leaned in for a tender kiss; softly grazing her teeth over your lower lip before pulling away.

#ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou2 ellie #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #the last of us #Spotify

[erigold13261]

It’s amazing how much art you produced this month!

Oh thank you! You should have seen me when I was younger! I would put out fully rendered drawings with backgrounds and colored lines almost daily (sometimes every other day, sometimes 2 a day).

It felt amazing but I was also very much burning myself out so much it was not even funny. It stemmed from my want to only produce "good" artwork and never post anything that was just a wip or a sketch, or even uncolored.

Now, while I am still having trouble posting uncolored pieces, I can at least post more sketchy and doodle-y art, which allows me to just post more!

I'm also allowing myself to change things after I post them (like June's design) and just having fun being more collaborative with the little community I have rather than just being a performer.

I've definitely produced more in the past, but this month has actually probably been the happiest I have been in a long while posting art! Even during Mermay I felt more obligation to the challenge than anything else. But this month was fun and full of experimentation!

I guess if you factor in that I am working now compared to before (when I was posting daily I wasn't even in school), it probably is a lot more amazing! Me working is also another reason why I am happy I guess. Just having an income and not having to stretch money over months makes me just feel more free.

A lot has happened, and I guess if I am going to self reflect this is the best time to do so lol. I'm hoping to keep up posting more art, though I'm not gonna promise like a "doodle a day" or whatever because once that promise is made, something is going to happen to make it impossible to keep.

Anyway, thank you for saying this! Sorry for the rambling, I've just always had that time in my life of producing art consistently in the back of my head, and it's just nice to know I can be content with just producing anything rather than trying to produce "perfect" art.

#eritalks #asks #eriarts #persona #here's another lil art for ya! #:D

[bvannn]

Weekly Update October 13, 2023

This week had a bunch of ups and downs. It’s been busy but I’ve been trying to do what I can on the side.

I’m definitely falling behind on my inktober prompt sets, partially because of exhaustion but also partially because of time and social obligations. I was able to bring my sketchbook to dnd tonight and start inking everything up to yesterday’s prompt, although I need to go over it all with the bottle and brush before they’re finished. I do unfortunately need to sleep early tonight so I don’t think I’ll be able to do any more digital art tonight but I do have a sketch done for the next goretober prompt. I am very limited on time tomorrow (and this weekend in general) but once I get my comms done I can get to that and start sketching some more.

Animation hasn’t been too slowed by my busy schedule since I can work on it during lecture, but I am unfortunately still exhausted, so it is much slower than it was in early September. I’m almost back on pace, though. Jon’s animation for shot 1-4 is done except for his face and some cleanup work (Jon in particular has shoulders that like to fall apart). The sketchy assets for Emile are almost all exported, and reimporting them can also be done during lecture to save time. I’m not sure if I’ll begin animation on 1-4 for Emile or Tim once Jon is done, because Emile looks like more fun but Tim would give me an excuse to get some prop assets done that I’ve been meaning to. Prop assets take time from other drawings since k need my tablet for them so actually now that I think about it I’ll do Emile next to buy myself time to catch up on prompts.

I’m in a weird spot with music stuff, I’m finally getting an idea of what I want to do and how to do it, but then komplete kontrol decided to have a big ugly update that deleted a bunch of samples I was going to look at. If anyone knows how to relocate/reinstall/return the samples under the ‘loops’ tab of komplete kontrol (that is, the tab labeled loops, not any loops saved to the controller. My controller is not affiliated with Native Instruments and is not affected by the update), please please please let me know. I can try workarounds or other plugins, but my computer is a bit tight on storage space and I don’t know if I’d have room for another plugin. Looking into getting a new computer since I’m about at that point anyway but it wouldn’t be for a while yet. Idk I might try to work around it if I find time but that seems unlikely to happen until probably next Thursday.

I’ve been on and off thinking about OC story planning as well. I drew Vaughn the other day and people really seem to like him, plus I realized he could fit in pretty nicely into another underdeveloped story (the one with Parsley and Julie), but I’d need a basic structure for that before I can really do anything with it. I have a plasma appointment tomorrow morning so I’ll have time to think on it, although I’ll probably dedicate the time instead to music planning and shenanigans.

Lot going on, also a fair amount of homework stuff for uni as well, but I’m managing. Worst of this week is a lab report I’m not sure I’ll have time for but in the absolute worst case I can sacrifice my sleep on Monday or Wednesday night. I’d rather not but you gotta do what you gotta do. I’ll try to get going on the rest of the prompt set drawings but sometimes other things take priority.

#weekly update

[guytheporn]

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[arosebyan0thername]

im currently hyperficated on other people's ocs. please tell me abt ur ocs 🦉🐔

Hi! I have no idea when you sent this as I’ve been talking about my book on here for a while, but I am happy to oblige, whether or not you are still interested!

So! First is Ella my heart and soul, and honestly kind of a doozy to write about. She’s trans but she spends a lot of the book not out to the people in her life, especially her family, so she’s deadnamed a lot and misgendered even more, which sucks, but the narration will never ever do it. True to the cinderella trope, she’s very nice and sweet and very very very strong and brave. She doesn’t have the typical cinderella story father figure to teach her values, though, she just knows that that is how the world should be. She is doubted by a lot of people and overcoming that and the self-doubt it leads to is a big struggle, but she gets shit the fuck done, don’t you worry. Animals aren’t quite as big a deal with her, she doesn’t have any mice friends or anything, but she does care about animals and the environment more than the average person and it does help her. She’s pretty naive because of the way she was raised (although she has, of course, Seen Some Shit), but very quick to pick up on things, and she adjusts pretty well. I really cannot give a lot about her away without spoiling things, because most of her personality comes from her particular backstory and much of that isn’t revealed until later on.

Ian is my good good boy. He’s the younger of the two princes but first in line for the throne (more on that later), and he is very proud of his role and eager to become king and clean up the messes his country is still dealing with from his shitty grandmother. He is also very proud and defensive of his older brother (not that andrew has much trouble defending himself, physically or verbally). He meets Ella when she’s at a low point in her already troubled life. He is in fact a straight man, so with her not yet out and certainly not passing, it’s not love at first sight, but he does immediately want to help because, again, good good boy. He’s the kind of royalty who knows the names of every single member of the castle staff and he treats them with kindness and respect (I do not endorse monarchies irl but this is a book with magical fairies so I get to make the rules here). His love language is 100% acts of service, which I love for him as the future king, and, once they get there (it’s a slow burn for sure), he practically worships the ground Ella walks on (but in a healthy way. eventually). One of the first things to really draw him to her is that she’s very outspoken about her disapproval of the former queen (aforementioned shitty grandmother) in a way which he just doesn’t normally get to hear. She’s very open and earnest, but not just hostile for the sake of it, you know? Like she actually has opinions and reasoning and isn’t just “fuck queen genevieve because I said so.” She’s also open about her opinions of the current royal family in a way he never ever hears, since she doesn’t know he’s the prince right away. I’ll be honest, most of Ian’s characterization revolves around Ella, he’s almost kind of a mary sue. He does have flaws he’ll address tho don’t worry.

Andrew is maybe my favorite possibly, he’s very great. He’s the colonel fitzwilliam to Ella’s lizzy bennett, they’re absolute besties and I can’t get enough of it. I’m in fact very very defensive of their relationship and its platonicness, and I know i cannot avoid people shipping them but I need it to be very clear that that is distinctly not my intention. They’re very very close, definitely at least almost as close as she and Ian, but like andrew is ella’s man of honor at she and Ian’s wedding, you know? And anyway, he’s gay and she’s a woman so you can’t really ship them without invalidating at least one of them. They spend a few days pretty much alone together when ella first gets to the castle and she really just opens up to him right away; there are things she feels more comfortable telling andrew than ian, and she’s known Ian longer and also is in love with him. Being the older brother, it is his divine right and duty to bully the hell out of Ian, but in a way that they both always know is just joking - he knows very well how to not take things too far. He and Ella actually frequently tag team and just shit on ian relentlessly (bur affectionately, of course), it’s great. He’s also not at all afraid to actually call ian out on his bullshit in ways that no one, not even their father or ella will do. He doesn’t do it in a mean way, but a very flat out and honest way, without sugar-coating. if ian is in the wrong, andrew will tell him “you are wrong and you have to stop.” The position of royal heir was taken from andrew by force, but he grew to learn that he would not want it anyway. He sees how hard it is to have political power and not become corrupt or let it completely break who you are as a person and he wants nothing to do with that; he could never take himself seriously and would never want the pressure of an entire country’s fate on his shoulders (although he would be good at it and he frequently acts as advisor to his father, and later his brother). He is very very proud of his brother, though, and has absolute confidence that Ian will be the best king their country has ever seen.

Madame Louise Bouchard would have been on Dance Moms for sure, and honestly that’s an understatement. I also can’t say much about her without spoilers bc she’s the main antagonist and the driving force for most of the plot, but i do think dance moms sums a lot of it up. She would definitely be a republican; she’s for sure homophobic and transphobic but honestly that’s not even why she’s so awful to ella, shes just a horrible person all around. She has two daughters (who I genuinely have not given enough thought to yet to warrant their own section), Vivienne and Camille, and she loves the image of them :) she loves when people think she’s a good mom :) does she love her daughters? :) good question :) she is a single widow and she does everything she can to make sure she and her daughters have enough money to look good and be seen in high society. She grew up with money and honestly her parents were pretty good to her so idk how she came out the way she did but sometimes people just suck and there’s no reason and thats like,, a major moral of the story. Her husband was like a minor politician iirc?? idk i wrote his backstory a while ago, but he also moved in high society until he mysteriously died of being poisoned disease but that’s never confirmed. and her daughters do love and trust her and follow her lead, not questioning why shes so awful to ella and instead playing along, as they grow up and far past the age where they should be able to recognize basic morality. Like i said I’m not sure of a lot of their specifics bc they haven’t come into any of the parts ive written yet, but basically they have draco malfoy syndrome very bad. Louise also does everything in her power to hide how she treats ella from the public so as not to besmirch the buchard image, but that relationship is very complicated and, again, half of the plot.

Queen Genevieve isn’t even alive by the time the story takes place so there’s not a lot to say about her, other than that she was a bigot and a colonizer and pretty much everyone in the country, regardless of general political views, hated her. She caused a lot of really bad things and also stirred up a lot of distrust in the royal family.

I don’t think I’ve given the king a name yet, but he’s. he tries. He’s not the very best father on account of having been raised by genevieve who was awful, and also having to spend so much time and effort making up for the shitstorm she left the country with when she died, but he does truly love his sons and he wants them to be happy and successful. He’s not a bigot but he’s not exactly like, fresh with the times, either, so some things are a little bit of a battle to get him to accept and be normal about. he’s generally fairly liked, although a lot of people think he’s maybe a bit too much of a pushover, overcorrecting from his mom. He's not an A+ dad, more like a B average probably.

There will be a few more principle characters who I know the general idea of but haven't actually started writing yet (ella has a handmaid, who I've been referring to as Tiffany for the time being, and she's very sweet and 100% rooting for ella and Ian endgame), but those are like the main main cast. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#personal #ask #anonymous #3lla #ive been working on this for months now #i dont think ive ever spent this long seriously engaged in a writing project #makes me very very hopeful that ill actually see it through and get it finished someday

[bbeelzemon]

this baby dress:

me, barely resisting the urge to draw my baby grub oc in this baby dress:

#*jenny nicholson voice* see itll be funny because shes a bug #sorry i was watching her videos today and now my inner monologue is in her voice #nevermind if thats even remotely a sentence she would ever get close to saying #anyway i will almost definitely draw this. i have to. i have an obligation to draw bugs as cute as possible. and that includes BABY BUGS #*spongebob narrator voice* tomorrow for sure #also i feel weird having my other ocs (including bug people) wear clothes but what they just never made clothes for grubs??? unlikely! #listen. listen. im not mentally or emotionally ready for a child but babies are my FUCKING LIIIFEE #THEYRE SO CUTE if i look at a baby for too long i start crying #this character is actually a rehash of a neopets oc of mine. well two of them her and her father #his whole character is basically father by day....scientist by night....and also father by night as well #are these two characters thinly veiled shows of my wish to have a good relationship with my father? who knows!! probably!! but lets not look #into it too much shall we!! #in the meantime i love my grub daughter. her neopet name is bazeen but i have to rename her for my comic #her name........tbd......................................... #wow i havent made a post with really long tags in a really long time i think! enjoy it! i do my talking on twitter now sometimes! #i mean. emphasis on sometimes. im talking here now obviously #look at that all these words and not a single keysmash! who is this #im too tired to keysmash i need to go to BED!! i have to be in the right mental zone to keysmash #because i can only type things if i am personally feeling them at that moment #pros and cons to it but hey at least it means that when i write stuff you can rest easy knowing this is #litcherally exactly how my mind is giving these words to me. i just think it and throw it on the screen. no thinking about it here #okay shut the fuck up literally half of these long ass tags have nothing to do with my character shut up youre so annoying hgfjdsfhg

[greenorangevioletgrass]

sure as hell not jesus (but you're saving me) - b.w.

Masterlist | Ko-fi

pairing: bruce wayne x reader

summary: you and bruce learn to save and comfort each other in your own unique ways.

word count: 1,845

warnings: developing relationship, bruce is secretly a softie, reader helps him remove his makeup, savior complex galore, angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms)

notes: the brainrot is real y'all i finished this in a day! big thanks to @inklore @summertimestyles @cumholland @sersi-belovas for putting up with my pestering questions and providing me with mad inspo! follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass to get notified for my latest words <3 happy reading and please reblog if you liked it!

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As a long-time resident of Gotham, waking up to the pouring rain has almost become the norm. Even with the curtains left drawn, the orange daybreak is muted behind the clouds. You’d register the pitter-patter outside your window even when you’re mostly asleep and pay it no mind.

But sometimes, you’d hear another pitter-patter– this time from inside the house. The torrent of water hitting your bathroom tiles, and the unmistakable squeak of your shower tap as it turns to a close.

This one’s relatively new.

Through still-heavy lids, you watch Bruce come out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped low around his hips. His dark hair is still dripping, pushed back even though a couple strands stubbornly fall in front of his face as he makes his way to your dressing table.

You catch his gaze through the mirror, soft –apologetic, almost– and it draws you closer to him. “Morning,” you rasp out quietly.

Your fingertips find his shoulder, tension rippling through his lean muscles. Rubbing circles, hoping your restful calm rubs off on him. However miniscule the effect.

“Sorry I woke you,” he murmurs, although secretly content with your touch, if the way he pulls you into his lap is any indication.

“It’s okay. I need to get up anyway.”

“Oh.” There’s a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, like he’s hoping to join you in bed. It’s adorable, really. You always tease him about looking young and old at the same time. The puppy dog stare gives a boyish air about him, but his permanent frown makes him look like he’s lived a life ten times over. And the dark stains around his eyes…

It’s like traces of camouflage.

He doesn’t need that here. Not anymore. Not with you.

You stroke his cheek briefly. “Come here, let me clean you up.”

He shifts in protest. “You don’t have to–”

“I know I don’t,” you quip back, amused, reaching out for a pack of cotton pads and makeup remover from your dressing table. “Just sit back. You missed a few spots.”

Bruce lets out a long sigh, but he concedes. He settles underneath you, his calloused hands resting on your thighs, absently fiddling with the hem of the ratty gray sweater you nicked from him when he first slept over six weeks ago. It’s strangely mundane, and neither of you are quite used to it. He would never admit it, but there’s a little glint when he watches you work the soaked cotton against the remnants of black paint around his eyes. It looks a lot like fondness, or dare you say… affection?

Ha. Bruce Wayne showing affection. That’ll be the day.

“What?” his gravelly voice cuts through the comfortable silence.

“Nothing.” you eye him cheekily, wiping the smudge off from under his eye with featherlight touch. “You, uh, smell like my shampoo.”

“I… yeah, sorry. I just–”

“Don’t be. I think it’s kind of cute,” you admit with a light smile.

He doesn’t say anything, but the slightest tinge of pink spreads all over his face and neck, all the way up to his ears, and you’re fighting the urge not to tease him further. The poor man might just combust. It’s definitely cute.

“Look up.” you tilt his chin up with your forefinger, and he obliges.

You lean in closer to his face, making careful, precise swipes on his lower waterline. His eyelids flutter in discomfort, and you can’t help but chuckle. He takes on crime after crime every night without so much of a complaint, and yet a little micellar water might be the death of him yet.

“Hold still, I’m almost done…” you stroke his jawline softly, sensing his growing impatience.

You notice his Adam’s apple bobbing when you shift his face slightly to the side to cleanse the other eye. His hands trail under your clothes, tracing the waistband of your panties from your hip to your lower back. Neither of you possess superhuman abilities, but you can feel the racing heart rate emanating from his bare chest. And you’re damn sure he can sense yours, too.

There’s a dark mark under his eye that doesn’t go away, and it takes you a second to realize it’s just the exhaustion seeping through. “When was the last time you slept?”

“When was the last time I came here?” he replies evenly.

You pause, recounting the days since he woke you up in a similar fashion; one, two… “Jesus Christ, Bruce,” you sigh, stopping dead in your tracks.

He caresses your back in a desperate attempt to soothe your panic. “I’m fine, I’ve just been really busy–”

“Are you, really?” you search his eyes, and you can see how his half-assed excuse is barely concealed, if at all. Your voice drops to a whisper, hoping it’ll have a better chance of coming through to him. “Bruce. What’s going on?”

But instead, he rests his forehead against yours. His nose nuzzling yours, inching closer and closer to you, kissing you –tentatively at first. Chaste and brief. Like he’s waiting for you to let him in.

As if he hasn’t knocked down your entire walls already.

For every kiss, you return it with twice the intensity– burying your hand in his hair, gripping it selfishly as you deepen the kiss. He tastes like your toothpaste, although the way his tongue devours and his lips encapture you is unmistakably his own. His familiar, broken embrace is enshrouded in your scent; your soap, your shampoo, your whole presence. It almost feels like…

He’s yours entirely.

And the thing is, you’re fiercely protective of what’s yours. Maybe not in the way Bruce is, where he would come out bloodied and bruised, burning bridges in a city on fire. No. Your way is more tender. Caring. That’s why it kills you a little bit every time you see a new bruise. A new cut. Whatever new symptom he’s experiencing in his obsession for the kind of justice you don’t understand. But when he comes home to you; armor laid out on the floor, desperately kissing down your neck, groping underneath your clothes, holding you close like a wordless call for help… you accept your million little deaths anyway.

“Fuck. I need…” his calluses catch on the worn fabric of the sweater you’re wearing. He doesn’t finish his sentence –not verbally– he just tugs it over your head and tosses it aside. The pads of his fingers are rough against your sensitive nipples, ever so selfishly. And it’s not long until his mouth joins in the craving of comfort your body brings him.

It leaves a sick twist in your gut sometimes, knowing that his pain also brings you so much pleasure. It keeps him up for nights on end, and you get to take advantage of his manic episodes in your bed? How could you possibly live with that?

But he reaches between your legs, smearing his own digits with your arousal, touching you like it makes him feel good, and you rationalize the whole thing. It’s not his pain that pleases you— it’s his remedy that coincides with your own bliss. So you let him have it.

You brush his hand away and settle at the head of his cock, sinking down slow. The delicious pain of his girth spreading you open is always overwhelming at first, but he holds you close, cradles the back of your neck through it all. Drawing deep, slow breaths with you as you take all of him inside you.

He pulls you in for a hungry kiss, hips arching up into you as if he needs to be closer to you. However bound together you think you already are, he needs more. He yearns for that peace so painfully, and you’re oh so willing to lift yourself up and fall on his sword time and time again for him. Your ache, his groans, his grasp…

It makes you feel alive.

He claws at your back, arching up to meet your hips halfway, and you can feel him edging closer to his orgasm. He feels so nice and full and it takes you everything to say,

“It’s okay, I got you.”

But he shakes his head, nipping at your neck instead. The hand on your waist finds its way to the swollen nub between your legs again. You really shouldn’t be surprised; Bruce is nothing if not stubborn. And right now, your brain is too hazy to argue with him. Chivalry be damned. Amidst your erratic pace and the building fervor in your cunt, you give into the desire.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he echoes your words back to you, and you let it wash over you. The pleasure, pulsing and spreading to every inch of your body, gripping him like he’ll scatter away if you don’t.

Far from it.

He carries you to bed, not pulling out of you for a brief second until you’re laid out on the mattress. Thrusting in and out of you with all that’s left of him. Fucking you like his whole repentance depends on it, obliviously unaware that you’d give him that ten times over. He floods your senses, floating higher and higher towards another orgasm, but you almost don’t want to get there without him.

“Bruce… shit, I’m so close—” you choke out.

Ever so stubborn, he shakes his head still. “One more. Just one more. Please.” He is everywhere now; mouth latching on your tits, hands strumming your clit, cock pounding in and out of you.

Your second orgasm takes you violently, sending you convulsing around him. And it doesn’t stop. It just keeps going, fluttering tight around his hard length. He hits your spot, again and again until it hurts, and yet you don’t want him to stop. Maybe it’s not so sick to find pleasure in pain, after all.

Your name falls out of his lips, more obscene than anything you’ve ever heard. And there he is; pulsing and spurting deep inside you. Finally able to catch his breath, as if he’s been deprived of it. Just like he’s been deprived of sleep in the last few days.

You kiss him softly, cupping his face with one hand. And for the longest time, it’s all you do. He falls into the empty spot next to you, but he still finds himself tethered to your embrace.

“I should get out of your hair.” he murmurs into your lips, although he makes no effort to move.

“No, stay.” you smooth out his hair, twirling random strands that frame his face. “I’ll just be out for an hour or two, but you go ahead and rest, okay? I’ll… bring some bagels or something.”

You can see his eyelids growing heavy, slowly lulled into sleep, and you’ve never seen him so at ease in your life.

And who can blame you for wanting to keep this fantasy alive, even for just five minutes? Both equally damaged and fucked, finding solace in each other. It's not much, but it's more than enough.

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