#but it is my right as an artist to half ass it whenever i want

[inf3ct3dd]

loser!ellie headcanons pt.6

summary: ellieeee my chiquitita my baby my love

warnings: none :3

authors note: ik yall missed herrrr

masterlist. help palestine.🇵🇸

- ellie tries to be soooo cool and wear her cool people jackets (leather jackets, canvas, those carhartt hoodie jackets etc) but they’re very not helpful against the cold and you’ll be out with her and shes just SHIVERING the whole time…

- she’s obsessed w those “general knowledge quizzes” on tiktok. that girl is a hoe for trivia she’s sitting on her bed at three in the morning saying her answers OUT LOUD while she watches them. she gets so upset when she gets literally any wrong… “man…im not a quiz master 🙁”

- ik in the games she walks around with her little journal and shit but i feel like shes definitely jus constantly typing shit in her notes app… random thoughts and jokes and shit that she most definitely shows you at the end of the day

- she barely ever baby talks to babies… she’ll go up to a baby and just be like “wassup dude” and have a full blown conversation with him while the babies just sitting there babbling and giggling at her

- thinks those “im nothing like yall” slideshows r so hilarious…. like you’ll be on the couch and she’s just giggling at her phone at paracetamol 😞

- references the most niche memes ever constantly and literally googles them to explain herself. you guys went camping and she said “boy you want hot dog” and you were like ????

- so strangely particular about how her stuff is arranged 😭 her desk looks like an absolute hot mess 90% of the time but SHE UNDERSTANDS IT and if u try and organize it for her she just puts it back how it was

- always says “guys” and “yall” when she’s talking to literally one person. and CHAT. she just constantly adds it into conversation like “chat how are you today”

- loves asking if things are “fire.” she’ll cook you something and you take a bite and shes like “is that shit fire???” she has to know

- obsessed with “i barely know her” jokes. the second someone says something ending in er shes like “rider??? i barely know her!!” and she’s laughing her ass off

- that girl will go HAM on some mac and cheese. but it can only be really good baked mac or the shitty kraft mac and cheese. she puts like- hella pepper and red chili flakes in it and eats it straight out of the pot 🔥 its always at like three in the morning and you just walk in the kitchen to her with a pot in her lap watching glee or some shit

- SPEAKING. OF. glee is most definitely one of her guilty pleasure shows…like shes rewatched it a million times and glee cast was one of her top artists on apple music wrapped

- shes an apple music user. send tweet.

- got yelled at by an old lady once cuz she picked her flowers out of her front yard and gave them to you

- when i tell you that girl goes ham on those tiny clementines… she’ll eat like 10 in one day and theres just PEELS. EVERYWHERE.

- also she fw grapes heavy. especially green grapes (shes a weird little freak red grapes are so much better)

- OBSESSED WITH THOSE BLIND BAG SHITS. especially mini brands oh my god she definitely has the whole lil grocery store set and she’s so obsessed with it.

- her house slippers are definitely just a pair of crocs with the fur inside and a bunch of stupid ass jibbits. she buys the mega packs off amazon and changes them whenever shes bored

- has SO MANY drafts on tiktok and they’re all her trying filters staring at the screen like 😯

- most annoying person to sleep next to ever . snoring, sleep talking, moving around CONSTANTLY and hitting you accidentally, the only way she sleeps peacefully is if you’re holding her or she’s holding you, otherwise shes insane

- weirdly into linguistics…that girl is using humongous words for no good reason just for fun and half the time she has no idea what they mean and when she googles them and shes right about the definition she does that little fist pump and “fuck yes”

- speaking of. that girl is SPEEDRUNNING DUOLINGO . she’s fluent in (bad spaniard) spanish from it, and just learns random languages for fun. you speak a different language? she’s learning it immediately. definitely leaves notes for you in random languages she learned and you have to pull out a translator to understand wtf shes talking about… she also sleep talks in spanish sometimes and its so funny

- loves trying out different recipes…like i said my girl is a CHEF she will be at home fucking up a salmon bake she made and making you homemade pho for dinner

- had a phase when she was younger when she was really into the la bamba movie and dressed like richie valens for two years

- also cried so hard when she watched selena with you…that girl was devastated 💔 every time she hears “dreaming of you” she almost sheds a tear

“when that yolanda bitch gets out of prison….im shooting someone . its obvious who its gonna be.”

- she definitely begged joel to buy her a gun for christmas and he would take her to the range all the time so she can SHOOT. that girl is goated at lazer tag she gets down…does not play

- thought that candy cigarettes were the coolest thing ever when she was little… everywhere she went she had one hanging out of the side of her mouth and shed hold them between her fingers like they do in movies. if you two go to a candy shop shes for sure buying a pack

#loser!ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou

[pshaven]

hii I’m back 😋 jake has been bias wrecking me so bad lately. can I request makeup artist!reader practicing a new makeup look on him at home for enha’s comeback? he’s being a lil perv and ogling at her curves :,) it can lead to more if you like idc, you take the wheel!

💫 - thank you <3

anon i love you

cw! oral (m receiving), pervy jake, RAMBLY JAKE RAHHH

“are you sure you don’t have any scheduling today?” you ask jake as you prep your makeup on the table in front of the mirror, your back facing the boy in his designated chair. you learned some new tricks from another makeup artist a week ago, but had no one to practice on other than your mannequin but you desperately wanted to try it on a real person. 

“of course i don’t, or else i wouldn’t be here right now. my manager would be getting on my ass right now if i had skipped anything,” jake chuckles, watching you fondle and organize all your products in a neat order. you sigh before turning around, your hands reaching for his face as you cup his jaw, maneuvering his head around to get a good look at the lighting in the room. 

“thanks for doing this again, jake,” you say for the nth time since he walked into the room. he smiles as he lets you move his face around, “of course. i gave you my number for a reason, so you can call or text me whenever you need something.” you bite the inside of your cheek at his words, your hands leaving a lingering touch on his jaw before you fully turn around to grab some products to get to work. 

you can’t say being flirted with by jake of all idols you’ve worked with is the worst thing, because it isn’t. the only bad thing is that it’s hard to not reciprocate it, especially when he makes it so easy with the pretty boy face of his. 

but you underestimate jake, with you being blissfully unaware at the way he is shamelessly ogling your ass through your tight jean shorts that have him sucking in a breath. he’s thankful he wore loose sweats today, feeling his lower abdomen swirl with arousal especially when you cupped his face earlier. 

you quickly get to work on him, your non dominant hand cupping his jaw as you focus on his eye makeup. he’s doing his best to be subtle, he swears he is! but you make it so hard, your tits basically hovering by his face, just asking for him to suck sweetly on them. he’s extra fidgety today, much to your naiveness so you grip his jaw a bit tighter, thumb digging into the side of his cheek slightly that causes his lips to purse together. 

“stay still,” you mumble with a smile on your face, eyes still trained on his own to focus the shadow on the outer corner. he gives you a boyish grin, his hands surprising you when they touch your waist. 

“then you should tie me down,” he muses, expecting you to react like you always do— caught off guard and surprised as if he doesn’t hint anything suggestive when given the chance. 

but you open your mouth before thinking, too consumed with getting this new technique down on him. “didn’t know you were into kinky shit like that,” you snicker. now jake is caught off guard, his mouth goes slightly agape despite your hold on his jaw. you furrow your brows before shutting his mouth for him, your index finger tapping the side of his cheek. “now be a good boy ‘n shut up for me, okay?” 

what was his half hard cock in his sweats is now fully rock hard, the fingers on your waist twitching a bit from your words. you’ve always been good at ignoring his flirtatious attempts whenever you would do his makeup before performance and award shows. he would’ve gotten you alone sooner if he knew you would start acting up like this. 

you smile satisfyingly when the chatty boy in front of you finally shuts up, letting you work on his eyeliner in peace. “oh shit, sorry—“ you apologize when you drop one of your brushes from his hands and onto his lap, you immediately reaching for it without looking. your apology falls short when your hand brushes over something… particularly stiff that is way bigger than a makeup brush. 

his eyes meet yours sheepishly, your own darting back and forth between his lap and his face. but jake doesn’t apologize. why should he? you’re the one who got him like this in the first place, and he likes the saying don’t start what you can’t finish. 

like what you said earlier. it’s hard to say no to jake, with his stupidly handsome face, so how can you say no when he asks you to help him out? in the confines of your small makeup room, you’re in between his thighs on your knees, heavy cock in your hand while jake’s chest is heaving up and down. 

“spit on it,” he tells you, but with his hissed tone it’s more of a demand. you do what he says, straightening your back to hover over his cock and letting your drool drip down messily onto his length. “my god, you’re so hot. you have no idea—“ he gets cut off with a gasp when your mouth envelopes him, a sigh leaving your lips in doing so. 

he lost his words, his head thrown back as he throws his free arm over his mouth to muffle his moans. “y-y’know… every time you do my makeup- hahh- i get hard just thinking about you like this… down on your knees, taking my c-cock in your mouth,” he rambles, hips occasionally lifting off the chair as he gently thrusts. 

“i-i love it whenever you- um—“ he hisses when you go even deeper, letting your tongue run down the underside of his cock. “fuck! oh shhiit. l-love it when you do my l-lips… just wanna kiss you everytime- ah!” his moans get louder each time your throat contracts around him. the noises that leave his lips only encourage you more, his rambly praises leading you to reach your free hand down your thighs, rubbing your neglected clit. 

“you enjoying it that much?” he groans, catching a glimpse of your hand reaching down. “shit, if i knew you were like this i would’ve gotten you alone much sooner,” he mutters, entangling his hand in your hair and pulling you off his cock. you whine in protest, a thin string of spit connecting your lips with his cock still.

“awh-” he coos in fake sympathy, his hand that was in your hair now cupping your cheek as his thumb swipes around your lips in a weak attempt to clean up your messy spit. “don’t worry, next time you can spend all day sucking on my cock.. but now, let me see how wet that sloppy cunt is for me.” 

#enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen #jake x reader #jaeyun x reader #jake smut #jaeyun smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen jake #enhypen fanfic #sim jake #sim jaeyun

[rimunagenius]

Best Friends Don’t Kiss

❦ Pairing: Naomi Mcpherson x reader

❦ Word Count: 3.1k words

❦ Warnings: Fluff, a lot of kissin ;) , confessions

❦ a/n: so i’m pretty sure i can speak for everyone when i say that the julien and jo, lucy and katie, kisses, in one concert…broke the internet and the whole munagenius fandom. so obv had to incorporate that into this fic…that’s it. Just those earth shattering kisses and Naomi and Reader breaking the fucking internet.

This was lowk ass i’m ngl LMFAO

Having multiple features on Muna's album, Muna, and as their bestfriend since college, you make a decent amount of guest appearances on their tours. You don't have a music career yourself, and your not even on the featured title, opting to not out yourself out there under the guise of releasing your own music. You stuck to being the bands photographer and part time tour manager when you could, but continuing having your job as a tattoo artist.

But your favorite featured song to perform had to be 'Solid'. You and Naomi may have caused scandals during the performance of that song at any show you have attended. Maybe not scandals but on stage personas. It was speculated among Muna’s fans, and your own friends, that you two had been dating. Ever since college, you and Naomi were not beating the allegations.

Muna’s whole thing was similar to boygenius. Your favorite band besides Muna of course, of course duh, kissing eachother whenever the moment felt right. But the kissing wasn't how you and Naomi happened to attract attention to yourselves.

Recently, for the last 6 shows you accompanied Muna on, either Naomi was caught looking to you when they sang background for the chorus or you were caught being more provocative towards Naomi. That could have easily been misconstrued as you two being inlove and in a secret relationship. But if it wasn't Naomi creating an uproar, it had been you.

The fans have caught onto Naomi but you quickly counteracted by slowly sauntering over to them or Jo, mostly Naomi, and grabbing their face while singing the same lines in the chorus. All too much passion for two bestfriends. Atleast that’s what the fans thought.

Needless to say, your onstage personas were definitely two queers in love with one another. The fans ate that shit up.

Tonight, Muna was opening for boygenius. The concert was moving along perfectly. The energy was alive, and the crowd was jumping. You honestly loved watching your best friends have everything they have ever wanted out of their passion for music. Naomi especially.

You had met Naomi before they met Katie and Josette. Photography being the reason you went to school with them, music or Naomi, being the reason you changed your major halfway through your sophomore year of college. Never having the intention of pursuing it, but full intentions of helping your closest friends get to where they wanted.

Naomi was a special person in your life. Watching them grow and the ambition to pursue the dream they have wanted from a young age was something so surreal and exciting. Which brings you back to tonight. Watching them play alongside y’all’s lifelong friends.

Side stage, a few feet away from Naomi, they smiled at you, signaling your entrance, to sing one of the featured songs you are apart of. Solid.

Moving about the stage, dancing with Josette, big smiles on your faces while Katie took the first half of the song. Singing supporting vocals for Katie, you eventually found your similar path that led you to Naomi. She’s so solid. You sang as you moved your hips to the rythm.

Reaching Naomi, you looked to the crowd, seeing eyes on you, you grabbed Naomi’s face, My baby’s so solid, you sang. The crowd screaming.

As you sang the words into the mic, Naomi looked at you, singing the words right back to you. She’s so solid, My baby’s so solid. They sang. You smiled at them, your noses brushing close together, gauging the reaction from the crowd before kissing their cheek and moving to Katie.

You sang your half of the song, soon turning it into a duet with your bestfriend Katie. Josette occasionally jamming out with you two. The rest of the set was short, Muna ending it with Silk Chiffon. You occasionally in awe of Josette as she played guitar on her knees infront of you and Katie. Performing was so fun when you were with them.

You and the band eventually went back and side stage decompressing while the headliner band, your dearest friends, boygenius, set up for their show.

“You think Y/n and Naomi broke the internet yet?” Josette asked, wiggling her eyebrows at both of you.

“If that didn’t break the internet, this for sure will.” Katie said as she put her phone up, taking a picture of you and Naomi. You again, grabbed Naomi’s cheeks with one hand, softly pinching their cheeks, kissing the corner of their lips. A little too close for best friends.

“Oh, wow. Okay, Katie. Let’s not.” Naomi said as they waved one hand in the air to her, their other hand holding your waist, as you had been seated in their lap.

“I really thought you guys were hard launching whatever this was out there, not gonna lie.” Katie said, pointing towards you both, looking to Josette for agreement.

“No seriously. Thought Y/n was going to start fucking you, Naomi. Was about to have Frankie get you guys a room.” Jo laughed as she looked to Kelli.

“Haha, very funny Josette Maskin.” You laughed before turning to Naomi. “What exactly did she think we were hard launching?” You asked.

“I don’t know but that just means we have undeniable and palpable chemistry, baby. We got the whole world thinking we’re in love.” They laughed, kissed your cheek, and continued talking to Katie.

You weren’t going to lie and say that you weren’t inlove with your best friend. It was pretty fucking obvious to anyone in the room. You and Naomi just always shut it down. You didn’t know if it was because they didn’t reciprocate the feelings or if it was so they didn’t discover a truth neither one of you were ready to admit.

Either way, you’d continue to make the harmless jokes and suggestions, until one day they reciprocate it. Or better yet, admit they love you just like you love them.

Soon, a stagehand found you guys backstage, Julien apparently wanting all of you on the stage to perform with them. You had all been a close knit circle considering all of your age differences. You all just bonded over the same passion for music and doing what you love infront of thousands of people.

The set for ‘Salt in the Wound’ just started, Naomi on piano/keyboard, Josette playing background guitar with Julien, Katie, you, Pheobe, and Lucy all singing.

It got to the chorus and all of you were singing, the crowd matching the volume and energy. Suddenly something had been in the air. Everyone had been loving on eachother. Lucy the first one to make rounds with everyone.

You and Pheobe started hugging Julien and Josette. You letting go with a kiss to both their cheeks, Pheobe pushing them together. They shared a kiss on the lips, the crowd losing their minds. You and Pheobe looked at eachother, you grabbed her hips and pulled her in. Your hand now holding her head against your lips as you two kissed eachother passionately.

Pulling apart, Lucy and Katie were rolling on the ground full on making out. Eventually Lucy had pulled away, Katie scrambling from under Lucy to then snatch you into a kiss and a meaningful hug. Lucy had made her way from Naomi, over to you, kissing your cheek. You looked at her face, her red lipstick smudged, hair tousled.

She then winked at you, as you made eye contact with Naomi, your smile already taking over your lips. You were originally going in for a small kiss on the cheek, knowing how Naomi doesn’t really feel comfortable with the lip kissing since everyone is kissing everyone. Germs and stuff.

What you hadn’t known was that Naomi had dodged any pass that anyone had made on them. But as you were about to stand on your tippy toes, tilting your head to reach their cheek, they grabbed the bottom of your jaw, pulling your lips onto theirs.

The impact immediately set fire to your skin. Warm fuzzy feelings alive and around your stomach as you both kissed eachother. Your hands landing on their hips, their hands on either side of your face, holding you to their lips. The contact not breaking until either one of you run out of breath.

The crowd was losing their minds, your kiss projected on the big screen behind the band. There’s no way no one was missing this, and there was absolutely no way you guys were beating the couple allegations now.

You smiled as you both pulled away. The crowd losing their shit. They had suspected it for a while now, just seeing the passion and affection conveyed through the kiss live and well, was a change for them. A significant change for you.

Before you started to walk away, Naomi had grabbed your hips, yet again pulling you into another kiss. Your lips moving in sync. Your tongues meeting each others. Your hands on their cheeks. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you pulled apart.

This concert had to be your favorite of this whole tour. Hands down. Once Muna and boygenius closed the concert, you all had met backstage.

You were all standing in a circle, talking and laughing about what you all had just done and making plans for later after everyone was done. The usual debrief, of course. “Okay, lets talk about Naomi and Y/n. What the actual fuck was that?” Pheobe asked, giggling.

“Yeah, that wasn’t very ‘we’re just friends’ of you.” Lucy looked at you. Her knowing glance towards everyone else and then to you two. The constant deferring you used to do whenever she brought up you and Naomi. Julien laughed as she hid her face in Lucy’s arm as she continued to belly laugh.

“Yeah, explain.” Katie looked quizzically at you both. Her eyes jumping to both of you every second. Josette standing with her arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

“Hey man, I thought we were all just kissing. So I kissed Y/n.” Naomi shrugged their shoulders. Their arm slinging around your shoulders.

“Yeah, totally.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Can’t friends kiss?” You smiled as you looked at your friends knowing they have all kissed eachother. Including the ones who have significant others. You guys do it all the time on stage. Nothing was different about this kiss, right?

“Best friends don’t kiss like that.” Jo pointed between the two of you.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. It was just for the show.” You shrugged her comment off. Really hoping this wasn’t because you two were ‘just friends.’

“Was it just for the show?” Naomi found themself standing infront of the foot of your bed in the hotel room you both wanted to share. You were performing here again tomorrow.

“Was what for the show?” You asked. Putting your phone down, the lock screen of you and Naomi posing in the mirror of your bathroom back home.

“The kiss. Practically the make out on stage.” They sat down near your feet. Awaiting your answer.

“I don’t know you tell me, Nomi. You’re the one that kissed me like you needed me to breathe.” You chuckled awkwardly, sitting up fully, looking at the person across the from you. The person you had been inlove with for soooo long already. It wasn’t normal.

“Because I do. I wouldn’t have kissed you like that unless I knew for sure that I wanted you. I do. I need you. But I just want to know if you need me and wanted me too.” Naomi wasn’t afraid to admit that they had been totally enamored by you to the point of insatiable desire. Granted they weren’t one to publically display their passionate makeouts with a partner infront of thousands of people, but they couldn’t possibly hold back from you in that moment.

“Of course I want you.” You whispered. The confession leaving their lips leaving you shocked and breathless. A weight lifting from your chest as the relief of the years worth of longing, yearning, and desire was matched by the one person you wanted it from. Naomi moved from the foot of the bed, now sitting next to you, forcing your bodies to face eachother again.

“Yeah? No bullshit?” Naomi asked. Suddenly becoming nervous at the thought of you reciprocating their feelings. “I didn’t actually think-“

“Hey, Naomi?” They stopped speaking, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah?” They asked you, their eyes focused on yours. Butterflies becoming an overwhelming sensation in both your bellies. Both your guys’ skin on fire; the cold hotel room blankets and sheets not doing a goddam thing.

“Kiss me.” You said. Immediately there was contact. Your lips found theirs. The feeling a lot more sensual and real. The kiss you had shared on stage was passionate and full of love. But this one; in private with no prying eyes to watch you exchange the love and affection you two had for one another. The feeling was unmatched.

You moved into their lap. Now straddling their hips as they sat under you, in the bed you two were sharing tonight. Your hands enveloping their face. Their arms pulling you in by wrapping completely around your waist.

Another make out ensued but this time, a lot slower. A lot more intimate than before. A moment you knew you’d both cherish forever. No one else, just you two.

Pulling apart, you continued to hold their face in your hands. Suddenly and totally enamored with every small detail about them that you realized you never took the proper amount of time to admire before. The crappy hotel room lamps casting the perfect glow on their face. You started counting all the small freckles across their face, the shiny and polished jewelry of their nose piercings.

Each individual curl that fell onto their face. You just couldn’t get enough of Naomi. They consumed you. Everything to you was about them. “What are you looking at?” They chuckled nervously, as their eyes scanned over every inch of your face.

“You, and how amazing you look.” You smiled, your eyes meeting theirs. Naomi’s nose scrunched, a big cheesy smile, their perfect teeth on display.

“Oh my god, baby. That was so cheesy.” You both giggled, Naomi rolling you guys over so you’re laying on your back, with them hovering over you. Kissing again before looking at eachother in the eyes. “Guess we can’t say we’re best friends anymore, huh?”

“No, because best friends don’t kiss.”

“Uh yeah, they do. Me, Katie, and Jo do it all the time.” Naomi said, giving you a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Oh, my bad. They don’t make out in each others arms in the bed that they’re sharing. That’s something couples do.” You replied, pushing loose curls out of their face.

“Oh, so we’re a couple now?” Naomi asked, semi serious look on their face, in a joking tone. Full intent on making you their girlfriend whether you were suggesting it or not.

“I don’t know, are we?” You wanted them to say it. To hear it come from their lips, looking at you, is something you have fantasized about for the longest time. The better part of your friendship. You obviously never saw yourself making it official…why do it now? You wanted to so bad but you wanted them to. Selfish, but you wanted it. You were gonna make them your partner, whether you had to act like you already were or for them to say it.

The little game of back and forth was eating you both up alive. One of you needed to say that you were together. Your eyes daring eachother to.

“You wanna be my girlfriend, gorgeous girl?” Naomi’s eyes grew soft, their long lithe fingers pushing your hair behind your ears. Naomi loved that they could see all of your face like this. They loved you like this. You, lying under them, them asking you to be their girlfriend. There was nowhere else Naomi wanted to be then right here over you. Looking at you like you had hung the moon and the stars.

“I would love to be your girlfriend, baby.” You kissed Naomi, smiling into the kiss. Rolling over again, you ending up back in their lap, straddling their hips. Pulling apart, your foreheads resting on each others, you simultaneously whispered ‘finally.’

Unbeknownst to you both, the sudden synchronous exclaim had you in a fit of giggles before you decided to take a picture of Naomi. To announce that what you two shared was real and not some show for the fans or some way to express your love for eachother while being completely and utterly in denial of the other loving you back.

Your hand pinching their cheeks, because when did you not take pictures of them like this…literally never. You still straddling their lap, Naomi smiled widely. We’re talking the biggest smile you have ever seen grace their handsome face. You put your phone up, making sure to get your legs wrapping around their hips before taking the picture. You changed the filter to black and white, captioning it ‘my baby💍💋’ before posting it.

You set your phone down, and kissed Naomi passionately once more. Turning off the big lights in the room, the small lights creating a nice calm, romantic ambiance. You both layed in eachothers arms. The total bliss you felt to be together—officially. It was amazing.

You two turned on the TV, and about ten minutes after turning it on, fifteen minutes after posting your hard launch, Josette, who happened to be sharing a room with her girlfriend next door, started yelling.

She was so loud you could hear her through the walls. It didn’t take any longer to gather what she had been yelling about. “Fucken finally! They’re finally official!”

You and Naomi both laughed at your bestfriend before interlocking your fingers together and enjoying the rest of your peaceful and romantic time together. As a couple. The allegations definitely got to you and were in no way gonna be beat now.

#tumblrpost #writers on tumblr #muna #munagenius #naomi mcpherson #fluff #josette maskin #i love muna #i love josette maskin #muna band #love naomi mcpherson #i love naomi mcpherson #naomi mcpherson fluff #naomi mcpherson x reader #naomi mcpherson fanfic #i love katie gavin #pheobe bridgers #lucy dacus #julien baker #i love boygenius #boygenius x reader #naomi mcpherson post #gayotic #queer fanfiction #lesbian #nonbinary #i need them #so badly #before i combust #they’re so hot

[thiswasneverthat]

jealousy

❅ lee know x fem!reader 

❅ smut, celeb!au, make-up artists!reader

❅ wc: 2.9K

❅ dom!minho, light choking, no sexual intercourse, nipple play

"Would you be fine with this scene? I could try and ask the director to make a slight alteration with the entire thing, you know?" Minho said as he reached out to hold your hand. 

"I am fine, don't worry about it. I have seen you kiss so many girls," you chided in a teasing tone and playfully sway his hand away before resuming to put on his make-up.

Since he brought the matter to you a few weeks ago, you told him that he had your undivided support for his career. You didn't even bother to ask for the details because you trusted him.

"Oh, please," acting as if he was offended by what you just said, he rolled his eyes. "I have always made it up to you whenever I kiss a girl in a drama or movie."

You only shrugged a little. "I don't know, I don't remember." 

"You want me to remind you about that here?"

"Just.. Shut up."

Minho only snickered as he watched you biting your lip— you always did that when you were nervous or flustered. He knew better than anyone how you were going to react whenever he brought any subjects about your sexual activities in a public space, where walls have ears.

Though it wasn't like the other staff who worked for him were entirely oblivious about your relationship with him, but they didn't need to know the details. No one needed to know, except the two of you.

"Come to my place tonight, I have no schedule tomorrow," Minho whispered as he leaned forward, his right hand finding its way to slightly squeezed your ass.

"No, if you keep on doing that!" a slight hiss past your lips as you gently landed your clenched fist on his upper arm, which caused him to let out a silent groan.

And right about when he was about to shoot you a complaint, a filming staff called him out from the doorway. "Minho, we're all ready."

"I'll be right there!" he quickly nodded to the staff before looking at you again.

"Go, hurry. I'll be right there in a moment to watch you on the bed with her," you said with a smirk, knowing very well that it would add a little pressure on him. 

"I promise I'll make it up to you," Minho pledged as he swiftly kissed you on the lips before dashing out of the waiting room.

Once he was out of sight, you immediately tidy up all the make-up kit and made haste toward filming the set. You were feeling somehow eager to watch Minho shoot a bed scene. This was his first bed scene since you two started dating half a year ago.

Before getting into a relationship with you, Minho never had a problem shooting a bed scene, but after dating you, he felt bad to shoot such a scene. However, you always convinced him that you didn't mind. You had watched him kissing or making out with his co-star before, and you never felt jealous. You knew it came with the jobs, beside, he always made it up to you after filming.

When you reached the set, the other staff were already gathered around. Tough crowd to watch a bed scene, you thought.

"I bet she's going to take an advantage of this," you heard a staff whisper to her friend.

"It's true then? She really had a big ass crush on him?"

At the mention of crush, your brows furrowed skeptically.

"It's true! I am surprised words haven't spread around, her own staff always talked about it. I heard she even asked one of her stylists to get his number for her."

You were stupefied for a few seconds as you tried to fathom what you just heard.

"Uh, nonsense," you mumbled to yourself and immediately shook your head, trying your best to not let the things you just heard get into your head.

After all, those were probably mere rumors that circulated around the staff. You knew that kind of thing happened all the time, especially around actors and actresses. 

"Maybe you are right, just look at the way she dolled up like that," the two staff continued whispering.

And you.. You knew you better walk away but your feet refused to move an inch. Something inside your head told you to listen more.

"Exactly! She persuaded the director to let her wear whatever she wanted for this scene."

Oh, well.. you couldn't help but felt something poking a gear inside your head. And it might be way too quick to change your mind but your assessment of these rumors might have altered a little.

As you let the curiosity get the best of you, you stepped closer to the set to take a better view and then you saw her— the actress that the two staff had been talking about.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pleated nightgown with unlined lace cups that could barely cover her tits, her nipples were slightly visible through the lace. Even the pleated chiffon bodice was seemingly not enough to cover half of her body, you bet you could see her white silk panties if she spread her legs a little.

"Damn," you hissed lowly to yourself.

When Minho said he was going to film a bed scene, this was clearly not what you had in mind. Not with this circumstance where the co-star allegedly had a crush on him and not when she explicitly dressed like that to.. seduce him?

The regret had now slowly dawned on you. You should've asked your boyfriend about the details back then.

In other occurrences before, seeing Minho getting immersed in character when he kissed another girl, you admitted that was kind of hot. When the two of you watched his drama from a year ago, you even teased him for passionately sucking his co-star on her chest.

However, this time, everything suddenly felt different. Even though you knew Minho wouldn't deliberately do something that would make you upset, now you had a tainted sentiment about his co-star.

"Minho, get on the bed."

You snapped out of your musing as you heard the director call his name. Your eyes immediately scanned the set, searching for your boyfriend.

And there he was, you found him walking nonchalantly to the bed, not a single thread of clothing concealing his upper body. His honey skin and chiseled abdomen were in full view for everyone to see. As if it wasn't enough, he was only wearing ripped jeans that were hung so low on his hip bone. He was so fucking attractive and you had to restrain yourself to not shield him from the prying eyes.

"Oh God," you let out a heavy sigh. The thoughts of him and his co-star in bed together had begun to mess with your head. Surprisingly, you were nervous and you had never been this nervous to see your boyfriend on set.

As Minho settled himself in the middle of the bed with his back resting against the headboard, you caught his co-star biting her lower lip.

"You will walk from the door and slowly crawl on the bed," the director said as he pointed to the girl. "Don't sway your hips too much, just keep it a little bit sensual. You got it?"

The girl nodded gingerly as she tucked strands of her dark brown hair behind her ear, looking eager to get into action.

"Minho, make sure to maintain eye contact as she approached you. Once she straddled your lap, you begin to gently kiss her on the neck. From there, you both can improvise."

"Got it," Minho answered curtly before clearing his throat.

Once the director finished giving additional instructions to the other staff on the set, the shot was ready to begin. 

With bated breath, you attentively watched how the co-star strode closer to the bed before crawling on top of it, and as you had guessed, her scanty babydoll could hardly cover her butt. Her silk panties and the swell of her buttcheeks were visible to everyone around the set.

As the camera continued rolling, she was more than eager to straddle your boyfriend's lap. Both of their eyes were locked on each other as Minho placed his hands on her sides and started kissing her neck. 

You felt something caught in your throat as if you had just swallowed a giant pill when she moaned and hauled Minho closer to her, she was enjoying his touch and kisses, much to your dismay.

It was so fucking hard to watch. 

When one of her hands suddenly seized Minho's hand and guided it to her tits, you shut your eyes tightly. The memory of the nights you spent with him flashed before your eyes. He did that to you all the time, he loved to fondle your tits as he fucked you raw.

And now he was doing that to another girl, except for the latter. Your head was reeling and your heart was aching. You knew it wasn't on purpose, you knew he was just doing his job, but more than you'd like to admit, you felt a strong wave of jealousy surge through your whole body.

"Cut!" the director called out and it brought you back to your senses.

Your eyes instantly flickered open and then the first thing you saw was the girl talking to your boyfriend with a seductive smile on her faceㅡ and she was still straddling his lap. He was nodding to something she said before a chuckle slipped past his mouth.

Fuck. Without you knowing, your hands clenched into tight fists, eyes glued to the view in front of you.

"Director, can we retake the scene? We feel like something is missing," the girl questioned as she removed herself from Minho's lap.

The director then walked to approach her with a frown. "Well, that was good, I think we can proceed to the neㅡ"

"Right, Minho? We can do better than that," she cut in and glance at Minho.

While still sitting on the bed, Minho only shrugged his shoulders. "Well, yeah.. it's fine with me either way."

"Alright then, let's do it one more time," the director agreed with a nod before telling the other crew to get ready for another shoot.

Fuck again, fuck.

Right at that moment, you just wanted to disappear. You doubted you had the strength to watch that one more time.

Jealousy was clearly a new element in your relationship with Minho. You know people said that there was always a first time for everything yet you never thought that the first time of your jealousy would be quite.. intense. Hell, you never even thought that you would ever be jealous at all.

Minho was the perfect boyfriend. An immaculate lover, in bed or anywhere else. He always made time for you despite his busy schedule, he cared for you like no one else, he only had eyes for you and he put you as one of his priorities. And now, you somehow felt bad for being jealous yet you couldn't really help it. Maybe some kind of demon just possed you out of nowhere because this wasn't like you. 

Your heart told you to walk away from the set and just wait for Minho at his apartment like you usually did. Waiting for him to come home and make it up to you, spending the entire night in each other's embrace. However, this time your mind said otherwise. The jealousy was a little too prominent to ignore, undoubtedly troubling your heart and mind.

"Everyone get ready!" the director called out again and the echo of his voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Involuntarily, your feet took a few steps closer to the set, though you were still hidden behind the other crews. From where you were standing, you doubted if Minho could see you.

"Action!"

As soon as the shoot started, both of your hands curled into tight fists and you felt a lump forming in your throat, eyes focused on the pair. 

This time around, your boyfriend's co-star deliberately pulled the strap of her nightgown down, revealing her plump tits to him as she straddled his lap. When he began kissing her neck, she reached for his hand and placed it on her tits.

You swore you were about to lose your shit the moment you watch Minho starting to fondle her tits in his handㅡ if it wasn't for your fellow make-up artist who came out of nowhere and pulled you away from the set with her. You were so taken aback that you couldn't say anything or even simply refuse.

"I have been looking for you, you know?" she breathed out in relief as she dragged you with her along the hallway. "We have a meeting with Minho's manager in five."

Right. You were too busy indulging your jealousy that you forgot about the meeting. Minho had an overseas schedule by the end of the month and the team got a lot to discuss.

During the meeting, it was decided that you would also be joining the team for this overseas schedule. It would be one week trip and you were already dreading it. 

And almost an hour later after the meeting was over, you quickly packed up your things because there was nothing else you want more than to get back home as soon as you can. So, in long strides, you walked down the hallway, heading out to the parking lot. 

However, when you were about to open your car's door, you were hauled to the sideㅡ causing you to yelp a little. 

"Where are you going?" Minho deadpanned as he pinned you between his sturdy figure and your car.

You weren't expecting to see him in front of youㅡ for all you knew he was still on the filming set. And before you could weigh your answer, the words just rolled out of your lips. "Going home, I am tired."

Minho's brows raised skeptically at the answer. "I thought you were coming to my place tonight?"

"Next time, okay?" you answered halfheartedly as you tried to open your car's door again but he immediately stopped you. This time, he gripped your wrist tightly. 

"You were at the filming set earlier, weren't you?"

With his sharp gaze locked on you, you couldn't help but tilt your head to the sideㅡ avoiding eye contact with him.

"Answer me, I asked you a question."

If it wasn't for the jealousy that was bubbling inside your chest, you would have squirmed a little at the way he was talking to you at that momentㅡ his voice deliciously dropped an octave, making him sound authoritative as ever.

After you gulped thickly, you nodded your head. "Yeah."

"What did you see?"

And even though you were still avoiding staring at him in the eyes, you could tell from his voice that he was smirking.

"Not much, I guess," you uttered hesitantly.

Minho then clicked his tongue in mock annoyance as he reached his hand behind you to unlock your car. "Get in."

"What?"

"Get inside, now."

You couldn't hide the surprise on your face, however, you heeded his words. And the next thing you know, you were straddling his lap in the cramped backseat of your car.

"This is what you see, right?" Minho questioned with a frown as he eagerly unbuttoned your shirt.

"Minho, whㅡ what are you doing?" you stuttered, watching him undressing you with wide eyesㅡ however, you did nothing to stop his action.

"You saw me kissing her and playing with her tits, right?" he asked again, this time the frown on his face had been replaced with a wicked sneer.

In a matter of seconds, you were left with only your braㅡ your shirt was nowhere to be seen, he has probably thrown it on the front seat.

"What else do you see?"

"Uh, that's all, I swear Iㅡ" your words ceased in your throat the moment he loosely wrapped his slender fingers around your neck. It wasn't like you couldn't breathe, but his action totally caught you off guard. 

"You don't like it when I touch other girls the way I touched you, right?"

"Mhm yes.." that was all you managed to say as you placed one of your hands on his shoulder for support.

"And you're jealous?" he demanded with a raised brow, his fingers around your neck tightening a bit. "Why would you? You know it meant nothing more than a job for me, don't you?"

You instantly nodded your head in response and shifted slightly on his lap. Because instead of frightening the shit out of you, when this particular side of him came to the surface, you couldn't help but yearn for more. You knew he meant no harm, he never did even once. 

And when he swiftly unhooked your bra and brought his face closer to your tits, you instinctively arched your back.

"This what you saw?" he whispered as he trailed wet kisses on your tits, his hot breath hitting your nipple causing you to groan. "It was different though, I would never do this to someone else."

"Fuck!" a breathless moan escaped your throat the moment he nibbled on your nipple.

"So, enlighten me, why are you jealous again?"

"It's.. it's because youㅡ" it was truly a struggle to force your brain to think of a reason while he was stimulating your tits with his fingers, mouth, and tongue.

"What?" he urged, his other hand found its way to palm your cunt through your jeans.

"You are.." your head was thrown to the back the moment he unbuttoned your jeans and slipped his hand inside. "Fuck, mine only, Minho. Just mine."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic

[arunneronthird]

so let me tell u a bit about jason todd, yall probably know this but let me tell the story anyway

as we all know, jason has black hair with a white stripe, or does he?

when he was created in the 80s, he was basically the perfect grayson replacement, good kid with a tragic past and a circus bg that wanted to do good and was sweet and had a beautiful relationship with batman and selina. he was also ginger

(these first images are from batman 1940)

in this timeline, jason died his hair black on his own to resemble robin

he was also the sweetest kid in existence btw

anyway someone decided that fuck that noise and remade jasons story entirely not soon after, this time hes a delinquent with good-for-nothing parents, with black hair and some interestingly violent tendencies

"jason todd was the sweet robin" my ass, anyway he became a gremlin of a robin who no one liked and then he died, v tragic (im only half joking, the writers despised him)

then he came back years later! yay! and when he came back, he looked like this

black hair, right? no white stripe yet, that one is harder to explain

so morrison, new batman writer, brings jason todd again as a ruthless antihero, and this jason is... ginger again? so basically even though he kept the delinquent jason story, he gave a wink to the first sweet boy jason

plus, this ginger jason has the white stripe! as explained here

basically, the explanation morrison gives is hes been dying his hair black all this time cause bruce needed him to look like grayson cause robin was a symbol, which honestly is kinda insane and i live for it

the problem comes further down the line, the timeline becomes a bit blurry cause flashpoint happened, n52 happened, we were all disappointed, let's move on

his next appearance is in red hood and the outlaws (i think, this timeline is insane) and he goes back to this

from this point on, i genuinely think the white hair stripe is a stylistic choice cause it makes an appearance whenever it pleases, he usually just has black hair like this

this is nightwing 2016, but it's also black in robin 2021 and robin war

he famously has the white stripe in the wayne family adventures (the canon status of that series being whatever you want it to be), it's also there in robins 2021 but uh, what was that, and gotham knights, seen here!

in conclusion: no one actually knows what color jason's hair actually is, my preferred idea is that he dyes it but does a terrible job, but honestly make canon whatever you want it to be, clearly the artists already do and i support them

#why did i make this post u ask? no fucking clue i just felt like infodumping #do not take this as ''ur hc is wrong'' i LOVE jason todd hcs and clearly theres no clear canon so that means free real state #batman #jason todd #red hood #dc comics #shoutout to the nightwing comic for being the only one to draw jason looking like a normal 20 year old person #also this may be incomplete so do add anything u want #ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well. #read the comics

[errantsquam]

Why Donald Duck is a Duck Centaur

Or rather, a thorough analysis on the anatomy of anthropomorphic ducks.

So I'm playing a certain Nintendo game ahead of time, and a duck character's anatomy caught my eye. It was interesting, and ripe for the ol’ art brain to overthink to the logical extreme.

Naturally, I don't want to get struck down by the Nintendo ninjas, so today we'll be talking about Donald Duck.

Behold.

Standard cartoon duck anatomy, right? Well, there’s more to it than it seems.

We’ll be breaking down his anatomy using the human anatomical structure, since he’s anthropomorphic, and going down from there.

And for reference, we’ll be using a diagram of a real duck skeleton.

I will also be adding on with my own diagrams, though the skeletons illustrated are in no way perfect. I also do not claim to be an expert on animal or human anatomy, and this is purely for fun and morbid curiosity.

Let’s start with the head.

The Head

Donald Duck’s eyes are front-facing, and from existing material, we can conclude that his neck connects to his skull from below, not from the back (as with real life ducks).

Therefore, it’s safe to say that Donald has a mostly-human skull structure, minus the beak. Since his eyes are so large, he likely doesn’t have much of a forehead at all.

The Body

We can conclude that his ‘chest’ area is similar to that of a human’s. His arms are very identical to human arms (besides the four fingers), and is stylized to look like wings. There should be a ribcage to give his chest that shape, as well as to connect to his arms.

In many animals, the clavicle/scapula helps articulate the forearms, and is located next to the ribcage, so we can conclude this is the same for Donald.

Now, moving on to the lower half of Donald’s body. It looks something like this.

It does kind of look like Donald has a thicc booty, but we can see something similar in the bodies of real life ducks.

They don’t have a human upper-body, so it’s less like a fat ass and more like…a duck.

So, how does this look like in the skeleton?

…uh oh. It’s another ribcage.

But wait! If Donald’s anthropomorphic, maybe it’s just a pelvis? Well, maybe, but that distinct shape is hard to replicate with *just* the pelvis of a duck.

The duck pelvis, if you will. ^

Maybe it could be fat. Maybe he does have a really fat ass. Maybe it helps cushion his weird duck spine when he sits, or keep him warm while swimming. Well, maybe. But it would be odd to have such a fat distribution without a skeleton to give it that shape.

For context, the blue whale has the most body fat out of all animals, and you can see how its skeleton guides its shape:

(Unfortunately I had to get this diagram from Shutterstock, which is not a very accurate anatomical resource, but just look at a blue whale skeleton and at an actual blue whale.)

But I digress. Since we’re taking this essay to the logical extreme already, it stands to reason that, if we’re comparing to real life ducks, Donald Duck does, in fact, have two ribcages.

Excuse how tight the drawing is. I’m not very good at ribcages. You can tell I’m the kind of artist who uses shorthands whenever they sketch a ribcage.

Anyway.

A centaur has a human upper body and a horse lower body. Donald Duck has a human upper body and a duck lower body. Therefore, he is a duck centaur.

However, we are not done with this analysis yet. We still need to talk about his legs.

The Legs

So, duck legs, right? Well, we already know they connect to the pelvis the same way as a duck. They’re kind of shoved to the back, because that’s where the pelvis is located. Still, they’re not quite actual duck legs.

From existing material, we see his knees bend the same way as a humans, and therefore, we can conclude that Donald is plantigrade. What does this mean? Well, his ankles stay planted to the ground, basically.

Here’s an example diagram, going in the order of: Plantigrade, Digitigrade, Unguligrade. Plantigrade is mostly primates, like humans. Digitigrade is most common amongst animals, like dogs or birds. Unguligrades are stuff like horses. (Unrelated, but did you know that this means that horse legs are just advanced fingers?)

Anyway, the advantages of being plantigrade is a better balance as a tradeoff for speed. (Source, because I am a cool person: https://www.nsf.gov/news/news_summ.jsp?cntn_id=190923)

This aids animals in fighting, as opposed to fleeing.

Which checks out, because Donald has canonically been shown to fight, especially since he’s not very good at healing:

The Conclusion

By analyzing Donald’s anatomy and comparing it both humans and ducks, we get this:

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Image Citations: Well, I was actually going to cite my image sources, but Tumblr only allows me maximum ten links per images, so I'm just going to leave what I put into Google Images.

"digitigrade vs. plantigrade"

"duck"

"duck skeleton"

"indian runner duck"

"donald duck"

"donald duck kingdom hearts"

"blue whale skeleton"

#art essay #donald duck #anthro #skeleton #anatomy #duck #ducks #human anatomy #kingdom hearts #shitpost

[thebawdybaldurian]

More Ice Storm Drabbles

As usual, this will eventually get made into post-game chapters of Tale of the Tadpoles. :)

Context: Tav and SpawnAstarion are married and live in Tav’s artist cottage in Baldur’s Gate. Halsin is a reoccurring third in their relationship, he sees them whenever and for however long he can stand to be in the city. They have acquired a pair of magical rings called The Sunlovers’ Bond that allow Astarion time in the sun, as long as Tav stays in the shadows, transfusing his sun allergy to her. Each silver band has a gem, one black, one gold, and had a small pin that punctures the skin, allowing the blood bond spell to work. Tav and Astarion have planned to be child-free due to their past/childhoods. Elven births are uncommon in Faerun.

Content Warning: Mention of menstrual blood drinking, and, and oral sex. Mention of abortion. Vomiting. Oral sex. Rough sex. Light choking.

Astarion climbed up the ladder to the loft, finding Tav dozing in her reading chair by the fire. He didn’t want to disturb her, so looked for something to do until she awoke. He glanced over at her desk with a sigh. Her usual chaos had increased exponentially due to the deadline of her latest book. There were dishes with dried crusts of bread, loose sheets of papers, empty ink pots, a few encyclopedias, among so much else that had collected in the last month. He began to straighten it, the noise of his work waking her from her light trance. “Hmmm, hi,” she said sleepily, wiping a bit of drool from her mouth. “Is it late afternoon already?” He typically finished his work at the atelier by then.

“It is, love,” he smiled at her, wondering if she was feeling well. She didn’t normally sleep during the day, unless she was on one of her writing binges where she would be up for three days and then sleep another two. He tried his best to prevent this, but she was stubborn as ever. “Darling, you might as well set this desk on fire instead of trying to organize it. I don’t know how I let it get this bad,” he smirked at her.

“Because every time you would come to bother me about, I’d give you a blow job instead.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” he laughed, remembering a few of them. She was as skilled with her mouth as she was with her mind. “They’d have to be spectacular blow jobs for me to allow this.”

“They always are,” she grinned.

He flipped through the calendars on her desk, just doubling checking that everything had been checked off. Her concept of time was terrible, as well as her task management. The calendars helped keep things a little more focused for her. That is, unless she’d written and been using the same month twice, each with only certain goals checked off. Had she not noticed she was using two? His one appointment on her calendar was “moon blood break” with little fangs drawn underneath. This was the day she would skip her monthly tincture to prevent it and let him taste her for the few days it lasted.

It was checked off, as if she’d skipped her tincture, but it was well past the middle of the month and she hadn’t began her bleeding.

She’d gotten up from her chair by then and sauntered over to him. “So anal and you’ll forgot about all this?” She grinned devilishly at him.

“Not a chance,” he grabbed her ass. “So, tell me, love, did you know you had two of the same month, that you appear to have been using interchangeably? I have no idea if half of this stuff is even done.”

“I wouldn’t have checked it off if I hadn’t finished the task, so unless there’s some big mix up, it should all be done, regardless of which calendar I checked it off of.”

“Okay, so see here,” he pointed to one date and flipped the page to the second calendar. Both dates said ‘moon blood’ and either ‘break’ or ‘re-make’ underneath. “Did you make a new batch or skip your last one?”

“Uhhh, well, it’s the 18th right? I must’ve remade the new batch and taken one or else I would’ve started my courses by now,” she flipped the calendar to the current month.

“Look up there though?” He pointed to the little shelf above her desk where she kept various tinctures and potions for easy access. “You have one left. You should have two if you remade and took one.”

“Or none if I’d skipped one this month,” she trailed off, feeling a sudden panic in her stomach. She had the vaguest recollection that she’d intended to take her last tincture, checking it off the calendar, when Halsin had surprised them with a visit. They spent the first full day in bed together, just fucking slowly, eating, and pampering each other. The second, they’d done that half a day, then gone to dinner with Wyll and stayed out until almost dawn. They’d slept in the next day and then did their usual routine for the week Halsin was there. She’d gotten some really beautiful figure modeling sessions out of them, contemplating putting out an art book of erotic illustrations and drawings.

“Tav!” Astarion brought her mind back to the present. “Are you feeling alright dear? You’ve slept a lot the past week and have been unusually head cloudy. You didn’t mix up a tincture or been to any less than hygienic taverns for a sausage roll?”

“No, I don’t think so, but a sausage roll sounds amazing…I…I think,” she paused, closing her eyes and trying to sense within her body. “I think I might be pregnant.”

“What?” He looked at her in shock, though everything immediately made sense. She was hornier than usual, hence the copious amounts of blowjobs, then she had been sleepy and horny. Her honey began to taste a little different and her strange snacking had begun. He couldn’t walk five feet without seeing something she’d left out to nibble on. Crackers, dried fruits, stable sausage, chocolates and other sweets. The past few days had been all sausage. Sausage rolls, sausage for breakfast, smoked sausage with taters, charcuterie boards. She was a trained chef who rarely cooked, but she’d been in and out of the kitchen suddenly. He’d just thought she was decompressing after her deadline.

“Halsin…arrived on the day I was supposed to take my last one, I must’ve gotten distracted right between checking it off and taking it.”

He released the grip on her ass and moved a hand to her belly. “Do you really think so?”

“There is one way to check for sure.” She knew the recipe for the tincture by heart.

It was one of her best sellers when she’d had her potion business. She’d also had to use one herself once before. She was mid-breakdown, after being stalked by an obsessive sorcerer who had ended his life in front of her. She had just joined the cloister of Sune, but still hadn’t learned to love and respect her body behind sex. She had no idea who the father could be and she never wanted to have a child period, let alone under such circumstances. She thought her parents would steal away their new heir if they ever found out about her having a child. Then they’d finally have their sorcerer progeny to carry on their legacy.

She had been sick for days, both from her shifting body and the thought of someone else being subjected to her narcissistic parents. She’d taken a different tincture, spent a day in bed in agony, and come out the other side, ready to re-learn how to be a person. Some other lucky mother would birth that soul into its next life. Someone who could properly care for it.

Tav turned away from him, beginning to feel the slightest bit of nausea. “I’ll just go over to the apothecary shop and grab something,” she headed towards the ladder that led out of the loft.

“I can go, if you like,” he said anxiously. “You can stay and rest and I can take the ring and go out.”

“No, they’ll just try to sell you some other shit with it. ‘Don’t send a man in to buy women’s potions’ was a saying among the herbalists around town.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been more easily distracted these past few days as well. You might go out and come back with everything but.”

“I’m sure,” she grinned widely, him knowing her moods so intricately now. Their relationship was built around her chaos and his need for a little control. It was a benefit to both of them, as his control was never at the benefit of only himself. He helped her stay a little more efficient and organized and only occasionally tied her up on her knees when they were feeling a little extra kinky.

She blew him a little kiss and climbed down the ladder, grabbing her cloak off its hook. It was not particularly cool outside, but her body temperature had also been all over the place. The test would just be total confirmation, she was almost sure of it now that she thought about all her symptoms.

Astarion climbed down the ladder as well, kissing her goodbye before she went out the door. He immediately began trying to calculate how long it would take her. Fifteen minutes to the shop, but adding five if she lingered to browse windows, her attention span either hyper-focused or non-existent. He hoped it would be the former. So likely half an hour give or take.

He looked around for anything he could do to pass the time, otherwise he was just going to pace. Her snacking had left quite a few unwashed dishes, so he decided to tackle that. They ate out quite a bit for dinner, her a large meal, and him a delectable drink from her thigh. Sometimes he couldn’t wait until they got home, pulling her into an alley, like a sinister fiend, pushing up her dress and drinking her right there. They’d usually fuck in the alley after, so it happened quite often.

He wondered for a moment as he scrubbed a pan, if there was any possibility it could be his child. He came inside her often enough to produce a whole brood, if not for their lower elven pregnancy rates, and his seedless spawn theory was just that. He had no idea if it was fully accurate or just even more rare for an elven vampire spawn to achieve. He would abide by whatever Tav wanted, as the possibility of children had never really been in his mind. He didn’t hate them and liked the tiefling orphans’ particular brand of scamming, but he never pictured himself as a father.

He finished the dishes, wondering how long it had been, starting to pace and straighten the blankets on the back of the couches before she returned. She had a cloth sack in one hand and a sausage roll in the other. “Do we even need the test?” He grinned at her.

“Shut up and hold this,” she pouted at him, handing the sausage roll to him and pouring the contents of the sack out on the kitchen table. There was a single tincture bottle and several sachets of loose ingredients.

“I thought you wouldn’t be sold extra unnecessary stuff,” he playfully licked the end of her sausage roll. He was surprised it actually had an appealing taste to it. “What this?” he asked.

“Oh, a blood sausage roll. Despite my appetite, I wasn’t planning to stop for anything and come straight back, but I smelled the blood and just had to have it. Gods, maybe this is your baby,” she joked, as Astarion had previously told her spawn couldn’t impregnate anyone. “This is just some extra ingredients to make my own testing potion. I didn’t much like the seller’s formulation.”

“Are you going to finish this?” His eyes widened at the mention of her blood craving.

“Eventually,” she looked over at him. “Don’t throw it away, I just have to try to piss in this bottle.”

“I wasn’t going to throw it away, I was going to eat it. It actually taste okay,” he added as she turned towards the hall.

“Really? I thought all food tasted terrible to you? You can have it if you want,” she blushed a little. “I finished the first one before I got home.”

He waited anxiously, gnawing on the sausage roll and straightening some more things in the kitchen. How long had it been? How long did it take? He eventually walked down the hall, hearing quiet sobs coming from the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub crying, the tincture bottle now glowing slightly. The glow of life, some people called it. He sat down next to her, hugging her tightly. “My love. It’s going to be alright,” he said softly to her.

“This is supposed to be a miracle, a rare thing that deserving people get,” she cried. “But I can’t do it. I…”

“It’s alright,” his throat tightened. “We don’t have to make a decision right away. We have a little time.”

“Halsin,” she sniffled. “He deserves to have a child of his own.”

“We should talk to him first,” he held her tighter, knowing the Druid would also go along with whatever she decided.

“One of his birds, the ones at the Elturel Enclave, will get to him the fastest,” she nestled against him.

“How about we stop by there at dusk and then have dinner? Four courses.”

“Okay,” she let out a long sigh. “But could we try to find seven courses? The firsts are so small.”

“Seven courses and an extra dessert,” he pulled her chin up to kiss her gently. “I love you, my nightingale, my little angel,” he spoke to her in elvish. They tended to use their native tongue only in their most intimate moments.

“I love you too,” she pressed her forward against his.

He helped her up from the tub, feeling suddenly a little nauseous from his unexpected meal. He couldn’t really digest solids, yet had swallowed the entire sausage and roll, the craving too powerful to deny. “Love, I think I am going to be sick,” he made a face, gently pushing her towards the doorway. She managed to get out the door before he vomited the contents of his stomach back out, tasting much less pleasant the opposite way. The sound was enough to make her sick as well.

“Move, move, move,” she hurried back into the bathroom, gently pushing him aside from the toilet. He grabbed her hair out of her face and turned away as she retched. “Ugh,” she sighed when she was done. “I suppose I don’t need to make a second testing potion. I had morning sickness the first time.”

“First time?” He rubbed her back gently.

“Oh, I uh…I become pregnant when I was very young. Shortly after everything with Quinn happened,” she sighed. She hadn’t ever told Astarion about this. “Pretty fucked up that the Gods chose me twice to be a mother and I haven’t wanted it either time.”

“The Gods are idiots,” he helped her to the sink so they could both rinse their mouths out. “How about you sit on the couch with your feet up and I can fix your hair for tonight?”

“Okay,” she watched as her hair moved in the mirror, touched by his invisible hand.

They walked to the living room together and Tav sat on the chaise with her feet up. Astarion stood behind her and finger combed through her hair before beginning to braid it. Now that they were traveling less, she’d let it grow long, much to his delight. He finished with her hair and moved his hands down to her shoulders, giving her a massage. “Mmmm thank you, my love,” she sighed and relaxed a little more.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “You know,” he began, the thought still gnawing at his mind. “I’m not completely sure vampire spawn are infertile. I was never told either way. I just figured after 200 years of…well…since I never to managed to…it must be impossible for a spawn.”

“Really?” She leaned her head back to look in his eyes. “Does that change your mind about things?”

“No,” he looked down at her, letting his fingers wander up to her face. “I will respect your wishes, either way.”

“You aren’t leaning in either direction though?”

“I can’t imagine either of us with a baby, to be honest,” he gently rubbed her ears. “But Halsin…”

“I know,” she sighed and closed her eyes. “He’s so wonderful with children…and the rest of his family is gone.”

“Would you…have it…for him?”

“I…I don’t know. Maybe. If he wanted to raise it.”

He joined her on the chaise, resting her feet in his lap so he could massage them as well. They talked things over, decided that they would wait to speak with Halsin before anything was set in stone. At dusk they set out towards the Enclave, arm in arm. Astarion rarely went inside when they visited, but did this time. The palace was almost unrecognizable by now. The tieflings had torn out everything but the foundations, rebuilding it as a safe refuge. Tav went to the aviary to send a bird to Halsin while Astarion minded himself inside the home he formerly haunted.

Tav rejoined him and then they walked around the city looking for a place to eat. Tav had to settle for a six course meal, which she housed happily and they grabbed a pair of sweets from a confectionery after. They made out on the walk home, Tav eventually pulling him into someone’s side garden. “Aren’t you stuffed already, my love?” Astarion grinned, gripping her ass tightly.

“Always room for more,” she kissed him. “Do you want a drink before or after?”

“Before of course…well,” He paused. “Actually…is it safe for me to feed on you now?”

“Oh,” she stopped pulling up her skirts so he could access her thigh. “I don’t know. I can’t imagine it’s…shit.”

“It’s alright,” he smiled. “We have blood in the icebox at home.”

“Do you…just want to wait until we get home then?” She slid her hand up his thigh. He was still only half hard and they weren’t far from home.

“It might be a while before I get to fuck you in a public again,” he leaned against her a little more. She made a pleased noise in her throat, rubbing her hand against his cock to get it fully hard, as he began to kiss her neck. He soon knelt down, pushing up her skirt. “At least I can still taste this,” he grinned, pulling her underpants down. He took a generous lap of her as she moaned softly.

“Gods, I will never get tired of your tongue,” she trembled, gripping a handful of his curls.

“You taste even sweeter now, you know?” he looked up at her, licking his lips.

“Really?” She grinned.

“If Halsin gets a taste of you, we’ll have to pry his mouth away.”

“Or I could just stay in bed all day letting you take turns,” she gasped as he sucked on her clit. He tasted every inch of her, making her legs tremble. “Oh Gods. I need you to fuck me right now. Very, very hard.”

“I can do that,” he grinned, standing up.

“Like this,” she turned around, pushing her ass out a little, wanting it from behind. “And choke me…just a little.”

“Oh my,” he cooed, unbuttoning himself. “I’d ask what’s gotten into you, but I already know,” he whispered in her ear, rubbing his cock up and down her entrance, sliding her honey around it.

She braced herself on the stone wall, clawing her fingers into it as he pushed inside her. He knew she wanted it hard, but he still wanted to be a little gentle with her. He thrust slowly in her at first, speeding up when she began to make impatient moans.

“Mmmm, that’s right,” she purred as he fucked her a little harder. “I’m not completely fragile all of a sudden.”

“Bend over more, then,” he grinned, nipping the tip of her ear with his teeth. She bit her lip, pressing back against him, so she could, spreading her legs a little wider. He played with her hips more, testing the depth of his strokes as she made soft cries. “Are you going to be able to stay quiet enough, love?” He thrust into her hard. “If someone comes upon a vampire ravaging a pregnant woman, I’ll be dodging stakes left and right.”

“I’m working on it,” she bit down on a wad of her dress as a makeshift gag. “Now fuck me harder,” she demanded between her clench teeth.

He grinned and happily obeyed, thrusting harder into her, his balls slapping loudly against her thighs. He gripped the nape of her hair so he could pull her upright, lightly wrapping a hand around her throat, guiding her hips with the other. She continued to brace herself against the wall with one hand, the other on her clit, eager for climax.

He fucked her vigorously, choking her with a little less force than usual, overly cautious with her new condition. They came together in loud, satisfied grunts, quickly recovering themselves in case anyone got curious about the noise. He pocketed her underpants so they could make a quick getaway, cum dripping down her thighs as they made the short walk home. He undressed her when they arrived, washing her with a warm cloth before putting her to bed for the night. He found it hard to rest, however, his mind racing about their new predicament.

#astarion #astarion x tav #daddy astarion #bg3

[collecting-stories]

Hey! Happy 11K girlie!! You deserve it!! Also funny enough I just left OBX and didn’t realize until I saw one of your posts and put 2&2 together that that stood for OuterBanks lmaoo anyywayyy:

I’d love to request a Jess Mariano x Roommate! reader

The first bullet point on the Roommate AU’s where they move in with a mural friend it’s like enemies to lovers: what if the mural friend is the Readers Brother (Foster , biological, adoptive whatever). They know Jess from the publishing scene and their sister (Reader) needs a place to crash for a while. Jess and the brother have been living together for a while and are comfortable but like the sister comes and messes up what Jess calls in a sarcastic tone “the  Feng shui”.Maybe Reader is an Artist and fills the flat with art and that’s how her and Jess bond? Or

((This is the Roommate AU : We’re both moving into the same apartment with a mutual friend of ours but we didn’t know each other and it’s dislike at first sight, but now we’ve got to live together))

Thank you!!! And 🤣 about the obx/outer banks thing!!

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Roommates - Jess Mariano

Summary: you move into your brother's apartment and clash with his roommate, Jess.

A/N: You know I wrote this whole thing and forgot the feng shui line! I really wanted to use it too but then I couldn't figure out where to fit it in and I really wanted to post this so I apologize for that!!

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Maybe if he closed his eyes and opened them again, or punched himself hard enough, everything would be back in its place. His mug, sentimental in that he’d swiped it from Luke’s the first time he moved out of Stars Hollow, would be sitting right there inside the cabinet door above the coffee maker (the only valuable thing you’d contributed to the apartment, in his opinion).  

“Are you having an aneurysm or something?”  

Jess turned around almost comically slow, hand still on the doorknob of the cabinet, to find you standing behind him with the exact mug that he was looking for in one hand, eyebrow raised skeptically. No one had ever claimed that Jess wasn’t judgemental, but you might have outmatched him in that category. The look on your face right now surely beat half a life’s worth of judgement on his end.  

“I was trying to have a cup of coffee, couldn’t find my mug.” He made a point of looking at the mug in your hands, his mug, as if to get his words across. Passive aggressive maybe, but when he moved into this apartment with another editor at Truncheon he hadn’t expected to be saddled with you too.  

You were only supposed to be down in Philadelphia for a week. At least, that was what your brother had led Jess to believe when he’d first posed the idea to him. “Hey, my sister’s in town for a couple days, would it be cool if she crashed with us?” Jess wasn’t heartless, he agreed to a couple days (your brother apparently didn’t understand the definition of a couple) but this wasn’t visiting. You had all your stuff in their apartment, crammed in with their stuff. Clothes and wound up in the wrong pile, in the wrong room. Art supplies that littered countertops and desks.  

He’d admit that you were a talented artist, he’d admired a few of the pieces that you had in your room whenever he happened to be in there (returning pairs of socks or taking back the pen you borrowed and never returned).  But being a talented artist didn��t make you less of a pain in his ass.  

“There are other mugs.” You replied, finally stepping around him and refilling the mug that was in your hands. His mug.  

In all honesty it was a simple mistake. You hadn’t intentionally taken the mug that apparently had such a sentimental place in Jess’ heart that he was debating not having coffee at all, you had just reached for the first one available.  

When Jess didn’t say anything and made no move to acknowledge that there were, in fact, other mugs in the cabinet, you finally spoke again, “I can throw this out? I’ll even rinse all the girl cooties off it,” you teased.  

Your brother had described Jess as ‘super chill’ and while your brother had never been spot on with descriptions you hadn’t expected him to be so far off either.  

“I don’t want any.” Jess finally said, closing the cabinet and moving passed you into the hallway.  

“It’s a mug Jess, it’s not the end of the world,” you remarked, setting the cup of coffee on the counter and going into the refrigerator for cream.  

“My mug,” Jess clarified, turning back around to you, “and my printer because apparently yours is busted and my t-shirt cause you don’t wanna get stains on yours. You know; I put up with a lot of your brother’s shit at work, I don’t feel like getting stuck with your shit around the apartment when I’m home.”  

“First of all, the printer is in the living room, you don’t want me to use it? Move it. Second of all, do you even listen to Metallica or was it just some stupid ‘don’t talk to me’ shirt you got in high school to repel people? Cause you don’t really strike me as the heavy metal type.” 

“Stay out of my stuff.” Jess replied, leaving the kitchen and heading to his bedroom. He was half-tempted to rip the mug off the counter and pour the coffee in the sink but he was thirty and that seemed a little childish for thirty.  

- 

Things with Jess didn’t get any better when you extended your timeline in Philly to include a couple extra months (“I’ve got a show in D.C. but it’s stupid for me to move everything down there for a month when I can just commute on the weekends”). Jess made a comment about you grifting your way along the east coast despite both of you knowing that you paid your share of the rent every month on time. Things didn’t get better, necessarily, but they didn’t get worse either. You stayed out of his way for the most part and, aside from the Metallica shirt that had paint stains on it, you made a mental note to stay out of his things.  

“I already told you I wasn’t going,” Jess commented, hanging his keys by the door and dropping his backpack. He was on the phone, switching it to speaker and placing it on the entryway table as he kicked his shoes off.  

Your brother’s voice came through the speakers, “Oh come on man; I can’t go. I thought I could but I’ve got a date tonight and I can’t cancel again.”  

“That’s not my fault, I told you I didn’t wanna do these parties.” Jess replied.  

You had been working on a painting in your room, door ajar, and you could hear Jess on the phone. You weren’t one to eavesdrop but you couldn’t help yourself, stretching your arms and heading into the hallway, slowly making your way into the living room. Jess was still on the phone, attempting to make a case for not going to the party. It was more a wine and cheese night to schmooze the people who gave money to Truncheon and that wasn’t Jess’ scene at all but your brother was never good at scheduling himself, or being responsible, and Jess was usually the one to pay the price.  

“I’ll go with you,” you spoke up before you could even really think about what you were offering. Spending an entire evening at a stuffy cocktail party in a used bookstore with a roommate who actively hated you; it wasn’t your best decision but you were art blocked and Jess was a surprising source of inspiration.  

Your brother asked what was happening as Jess stared at you, mildly surprised, “your sister’s gonna go with me.”  

“Maybe you guys can resolve all the weird sexual tension.” Your brother announced and Jess scrambled to quiet the phone.  

“You were on speaker you moron,” he snapped, carrying his phone and his backpack into his bedroom.  

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Jess didn’t give you much more information but you’d been to plenty of events like this for galleries and knew most of what to expect. You dressed nice enough, you sipped at a familiar red wine and you talked to some older man about the Subsect and tried to keep an eye on Jess just in case you needed an excuse to make a get away.  

A couple of times throughout the evening you made eye contact, raising your eyebrows in amusement or offering a smirk at something someone else said. Jess would smile or roll his eyes and you couldn’t help that little flutter in your chest, you were actually enjoying his company even if you were mostly separated. This was better than you expected it to be. Long and tiring but better than you had expected.  

“Thanks for helping out,” Jess mentioned, as you tossed the last of the small plastic hors-d'oeuvre plates into the trash bag he was carrying. 

“Oh, this isn’t the first time Chris has dropped the ball and it definitely won’t be the last. Besides, I don’t mind cleaning up.” You replied, honestly. You weren’t sure you wanted to outright admit to him that you were actually enjoying the evening; bickering with each other at home wasn’t always ideal but there was a part of you that enjoyed the relationship you and Jess had.  

“I meant coming along tonight.” Jess answered, “I hate these things...made it a little more bearable.” 

“Are you saying you enjoyed my company?” You laughed. 

“From the sounds of it you enjoyed that shitty book I wrote.” He replied. He’d overheard you mention it a few times and talk like someone who truly understood the subject matter.  

“I’ve read it a couple times, I really do enjoy it.” You replied, setting down the cups in your hands, “you should be proud of your work Jess, it’s really incredible.”  

“You too,” He finally said after a long pause, “your talented, your art pieces are really something. Almost makes up for you being a terrible roommate.” 

“Hey! Would a terrible roommate have come here with you?” You asked. This was the most you and Jess had really gotten along with each other since you moved in and you were enjoying the chance to really talk to him. 

“They would have forced me to go in their place,” he replied, obviously insinuating your brother.  

“Oh, I’ve got no control over Chris,” you moved over to the desk that they’d converted into a makeshift bar top, checking for empty bottles of wine. In among them was your favorite red and you realized than that you’d been sipping it all night. Jess had gotten drinks for the both of you when you’d first arrived and you hadn’t even realized that the wine was that until you were standing there holding the bottle. “This is my favorite.” 

“I know,” Jess commented, “I asked Matt to get it for tonight.” 

You couldn’t wrap your mind around his admission, whether because you were slightly tipsy or because the evening wasn’t quite going the way you had expected. “How’d you know?”  

“I remember you bringing it home a couple months ago, you said you couldn’t believe the wine store had it and that it was your favorite.” Jess recalled. You’d been so excited that night you had poured Chris and Jess both glasses and insisted they each had some. 

“Sorry I just...I didn’t even know you were paying attention.” 

“I’m a writer,” Jess shrugged, “I have an eye for detail.”  

You laughed and nodded your head, replacing it on the desktop. You wanted to say more about it, ask him what other details he might have noticed about you, maybe even mention a few that you had noticed about him, but this didn’t quite feel like the time yet. Maybe soon, hopefully soon, but just not yet. For now, cleaning up Truncheon after a party and talking about stuffy rich people who thought they were cultured because they liked indie books was good enough.  

#ems 11k sleepover #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x you #jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano fanfic #jess mariano fanfiction #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano fic #gilmore girls fanfic #gilmore girls fanfiction #gilmore girls fic #gilmore girls imagine #collecting stories imagine

[rennyrose]

(Feel free not to publish this ask)

Just wanted to let you know as much as I love Kirkewood I hope you continue it at your own pace - if that means years between panels then so be it! But seriously take care of yourself and don’t feel pressured by randos on the internet to make things when you’re not in the right space (mentally or artistically) to make them. A project as big as Kirkewood is its not like you’ve got a team of artistic and storyboarders helping you get it done, so taking a break or hiatus or whatever you want to do is understand and frankly encouraged. It’s best to make art and share it when you want to, not when other people want you to.

Anyways this is rambly sorry again feel free to delete this I just wanted to let you know that as a long time fan of Kirkewood I’m happy you’re taking a break and drawing other stuff that makes you happy in the interim. :]

Dannngg man I appreciates that yeh thank you, it does bring some good feels whenever someone says they like the stuff that’s come out so far-

I understand people asking about it, wanting to know if/when’s and updates- it’s tiring but I get it and that’s my fault of course

I’m not gonna drop my whole ass script publicly of course for anybody cause a.)that’s kind of a weird thing to do to just appease people and b.)paranoid someone’s gonna snatch story and plot from me but I can understand why someone would ask for that

If I make something that’s meant to be somewhat important I want it to be a reasonable quality so I’m not gonna half ass the art to the story even if it’s something I’m not interested in doing- but I also don’t like saying “no” or telling people “I quit” so I’ve stuck myself in an uncomfortable spot

#thank you for reals tho #i see artists all the time pumpin out comics and I can’t lie and say I don’t get jealous for that kind of drive #but I also have to remind myself that I have a full time job with an inconsistent schedule #and when I get home I just want to chill and draw silly cowboys

[red-might-be-dead]

alright, alright fine, ugh, i'll drop some more headcanons GOD -- (no one asked for these, they have been forced upon you, deal with it) --

just a reminder that tilin 100% braids flippa's hair and that it is like my favourite headcanon alskajkaksfjls

- juanaflippa wears braces

that's the whole thing, idk what you want me to tell you, they are the same purple as the java minecraft wool texture, deal with it.

- juanaflippa hates these kinds of shoes -- (definitely not me projecting onto her nope uh uh) --

not for any reason other than the fact the lack of pressure around her ankles and the part of her legs above them makes her extremely uncomfortable. -

she likes to wear hightops that she ties pretty tightly so that there is pressure on her lower leg and it makes her feel comfortable :) -

she also hates those stupid ass trainer socks cos wtf are those, she'd much rather wear longer socks, no matter how mismatched it makes her outfit look -- (i have a juanaflippa design that i might show at some point if i get it looking right :D) -- .

- juanaflippa loves to paint (precious angelll)

she paints all the time with her dads and likes to paint flowers and butterflies on photos, she also paints flowers on the walls of her room and on the walls of tilin's room too -- (not without permission ofc, she's a good kid) -- -

whenever she paints she manages to get it somewhere on her, whether it's on her hands, her face, her shirt, it always gets somewhere. most often the ends of her braids, no matter how hard she tries they often end up with at least a little paint on them :,) -

her dads have her paintings hung up all around their homes, the walls of slime's house are absolutely covered in her little drawings and paintings, as in they are ON the walls -- (he thought 'the property value is shit anyway, maybe when flippa is a famous artist we can sell this house and buy a massive ass mansion') -- , but mariana just has them on paper, as his house is actually nice -- (he thinks it would look nicer with juana's art all over it but he might need to sell his house one day and no matter how nice her art is it will lower the property value, and he would NEVER paint over them either) -- but he thinks that having drawings on paper is better as he can take them with him wherever he goes :)

- slime wears his wedding ring on a chain (this was for my character design purposes mwahahaha)

he is part slime so some of him is just made of it, his left cheek, the middle and lower part of his right leg, almost the entire left half of his torso and the lower part of his left arm are slime -- (meaning you can see his skeleton in these places but shhh this is irrelevant rn) -- . but due to his gelatinous body, specifically on his left arm, it means that heavy things, like a metal wedding ring, will sink right through him and end up catching on his bone

uhhh, i hope you enjoyed :]

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons #slimecicle #el mariana #juanaflippa #slimeriana #fliporiana #you can thank the little brain worms that whisper things in my head at 2am for all of my silly little headcanons <3 #I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM PLEASE TELL ME I READ LIKE ALL OF THE REBLOGS THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY :D #red rambles relentlessly

[gummiewerm]

you probably get this all the time but your neocities site is so amazing, do you have any advice/resources for people who are new to html/css or just coding in general, i eventually really want to achieve the same sort of perfectly cluttered vibes but I don't know where to start 😵‍💫 your site is seriously impressive!

aw thank you!!!

main html/css advice would be if you don't know how to do something/something breaks, search it on the internet! w3 schools and stack exchange are your best friends. also like everyone on neocities im gonna point you towards sadgrl, who has a ton of resources for this kind of stuff. my in general coding advice would be to start with a relatively easy language, but imo html is a PERFECT starting point so you're already on the right track.

AS FOR WEBSITE SPECIFIC ADVICE.... I have a few things :)

1. GO INTO IT KNOWING WHAT YOU WANT TO MAKE AND HOW YOU WANT IT TO LOOK!! this saves SO much time and heartache. I spent maybe a good 4 months debating what I wanted my site to look like before I actually started coding, and I'm glad I did. which brings me to my next point..

2. draw out a thumbnail of what you want your site to look like! try drawing a few different ideas too, it'll save you time if you draw them instead of code them in.

[Image description: A pencil and paper thumbnail for the site on the left, and the finished site on the right. The overall layout is the same for both.]

3. i highly recommend learning how to use iframes if you plan on doing a container-based layout! this is especially useful for graphic heavy sites like mine since it helps cut down on loading times

4. position: absolute and left:...px/top:...px are your besties. this positions a div wherever you want on the page (relative to the dimensions of whatever div its in) and keeps it there. great for positioning images like stickers!

5. this might just be a me thing but REUSE YOUR CSS CLASSES AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE AND CUSTOMIZE THEM WITH HTML... if it's like 1-3 properties difference I don't like to make a new class because after a while the stylesheet gets rather lengthy. my stylesheet on odditycommoddity is so fucking messy because I didn't know i could do this starting out lmao

6. last one and most important imo.... USE AND EXTERNAL CODE EDITOR!!!!!! WHY DOES EVERYONE USE THE NEOCITIES EDITOR IT SUCKS ASS.. check out BRACKETS, it's open source and free and very sexy. if you're on a chrome book check out PHEONIX, which is web-based and by the same people. using an external editor makes it easier to jump between files, and it keeps your site from updating while it's half baked.

in terms of stylization advice/"How To Make Shit Cluttered", treat your web page like a scrapbook! hoard transparent pngs! put them all over your site like stickers! use patterns for the backgrounds instead of solid colors! whenever I make a new page on the site, i think of it as "digital scrapbooking" since it's basically the same thing as doing a physical collage.

some good resources for that would be gifcities, transparentstickers, other people's graphics pages, but you can also find some good stuff in just the "transparent" tag here on Tumblr. the only thing is I would advise against taking an artist's transparents on here + follow usage rules for transparents if theyre there, obviously regular nettiquette applies.

uhh that’s all i can really think of! have fun and good luck webmastering!!

[Image description: A divider gif of a worm wriggling across the screen. End ID]

#SORREY this took me so long i remember seeing it and being like ohoho!! and then writing everything out and being like ok ill add links #later. and then forgot #hope this was helpful at least a little bit!! i have a habit of being disorganized in my advice-giving lol #wormwerds #neocities #magic 8 ball

[philtstone]

Sam and AJ and Cass, 29

#29 -- a story that never gets told

a prequel of sorts to my belovedly unhinged magical realism au, the original of which can be read on ao3 by clicking here. i wrote this prompt in random snippets on the subway, so hopefully its coherent. it kind of got away from me, but im leaning into the multiple indulged elements. most importantly, to answer zainabs oft asked question, "is this the one where he can turn into a whole ass wolf?" yes. yes it is.

Sam, as he has told his sister many a time, could learn — hypothetically — to be a great parent if he wanted to. Instead, he nobly chooses to fight for what’s right. This involves on occasion saving innocent lives amidst the unexpected collapse of Kingdoms, and more often petty magical crime, like that idiot who started going around stealing peoples sheep by herding them into his backyard, which he’d doused in a layer of magically un-solvent superglue. Thank God for Clint’s solvent arrows, which is a sentiment Sam brings up smugly whenever his sister expresses disdain towards the usefulness of magical items in completing household chores.

All of that was before Steve vanished into thin air, leaving Sam with custody of an ancient shield and a perpetually moody shapeshifter.

Hypotheticals are abounding just now. Hypothetically, Steve could just be on one long spontaneous vacation that he even logged in the shared magical calendar, which Bucky inconveniently misplaced on that last trek from North country down here. Hypothetically, Steve could have been kidnapped by a unicorn — those things are known to fuck with you just cause they can — and is currently being held in a magically enforced glade and subjected to a game of 21 riddles. Hypothetically, Steve could just be dead. Smallpox, common cold, unanticipated ogre attack on side of road. If Sam might say so himself, even the best of ‘em can get jumped sometimes; ain’t no shame in it.

“If Steve was dead, why hasn’t his ghost shown up to tell us that?” Bucky asks. He has elaborate theories on the matter, half of which involve the unicorn. The other half involve deep and cutting betrayal. Or murder.

“Steve Rogers did not just up and decide to play double agent,” Sam says, rolling his eyes. Bucky is never truly serious about this. He brings up potential intrigue in every conversation purely out of habit. And, Sam supposes begrudgingly, experience.

“So, murder.”

“Maybe ghost Steve is havin’ too much of a good time,” Sam says. “Remember that fae chick he was sweet on, and they got separated decades ago? Got him all stoic and single tear-y when her name came up? Carried her picture in his dumb little locket? She could be dead. They could be partying it up in the afterlife.”

“Bastard,” Bucky says grumpily, about Steve. “I’d tell you guys, if I died without you knowing.”

“Accidentally died,” insists Sam.

Bucky scowls. “I maintain we haven’t ruled out the double agent angle.”

“Oh my God!” says Sam, and throws his hands up in the air.

They have this exchange multiple times.

Sam sees the merit in the murder angle, but doesn’t necessarily like acknowledging it out loud. First of all, admitting Bucky might be right is always annoying, so he avoids doing it. Second, that shit’s bad juju, especially down here; you never know when a shadow man is listening in.

Just in case Ghost Steve really was murdered and forgot to tell them, though, Sam decides to conduct some scientific experiments. He makes Steve’s favourite gumbo (Sam’s mom’s recipe, of course – no one else’s can hold a candle) and bangs the pot lid loudly over the stove in case there are any spirits around to notice. He flips through Steve’s private sketchbook, left behind in Sam’s napsack — another clear evidence that he hasn’t turned coat — and makes childish faces at all the nude figures to trigger Steve’s artistic sensibilities. Then he leaves it out where the kids could find it, to trigger Steve’s moral sensibilities. 

Bucky takes more extreme measures. He goes out into the yard and yells, “Hey, jerk! You ever thought about what a basket case I’d be without you here? You don’t even got the decency to explain yourself?” after dark, into the droopy shapes of the mangrove trees. 

“Is he gonna start howling at the moon?” Sarah asks Sam one evening, though not unkindly, while they do the dishes and watch Bucky go at it through the small kitchen window.

Sam doesn’t say anything. Privately, he kind of feels like doing the same. 

Then, about three months later, after a near-coup and the revelation of multiple conspiracies and a big old honking blockade being put up all through South country, the Wakandans show up. With – holy shit, Sam thinks – a message from Steve.

“Uncle Sam, you’ve already told us that story.”

Okay, so speaking of parenting. Yeah, yeah, Sam would be a great parent in some alternate universe of events decidedly different from this one. In this universe, getting his nephews to bed at a reasonable hour when only this afternoon, a bunch of fancy people in red armour were holding a super secret outlaw meeting in the barn is proving harder than it looks. Sam almost wishes he was dealing with old Paste-Pot Pete and those sheep again.

“Uh, no I have not,” says Sam. “This version has added embellishments. The Wakandan King never challenged me to a duel, that was all Bucky’s bad luck.” 

“We’re calling ritual vengeance duels now?” asks Bucky dryly. 

“I’m just sayin’, I’m making a bunch of this up here. I am exercising creativity. Story version number one didn’t have any flying dwarves in it.”

Bucky is sitting in the doorway to the kids’ bedroom and attempting to de-encrust his favourite boots, which went through the ringer a bit on their way down through the bayou to Sarah’s three months ago. That was just after this all started. A lot’s changed since then.

Like the fact that Bucky is even in this house, cleaning boots. Or Sam’s newly discovered inability to lull little boys to sleep via adrenaline filled adventure stories while their mother takes a care package to the neighbours’ pregnant daughter in law. Sarah was very excited to see the newest in maternity fashion, which apparently Marlene had been sporting in the village all week, purchased from traveling dressmakers who might have had fae blood. Those guys always do know how to cut a cloak well. 

Bucky sniffs loudly at Sam’s defense and pulls an exaggerated face, raising the poor boot up to eye level to inspect it. “Maybe you’re just bad at telling stories,” he says finally.

While AJ and Cass giggle like the traitors they are, Sam makes a loud offended noise.

“Alright,” he says. “Fine. Fine. You know what? Just for that, I’m telling the story of how all of Petruski’s sticky sheep started followin’ your fluffy white wolf ass around.”

AJ dissolves into even harder giggles. Cass says, “Not the sheep story Uncle Sam! All you do in that one is complain!” and Bucky says, more primly than he has any right to, “I was consciously being as non threatening as possible, Samuel.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, “so non threatening they thought you were one of ‘em.”

AJ is really starting to wheeze now, so Sam hauls him into his arms to disrupt the hilarity before it gets medical. Cass brings his pillow up over his head like a crown to smother his own laughter. And Bucky winks, before – in a devastating play – letting out a quiet, plaintive pair of baas in quick succession.

Routines like this one are becoming more and more real. More and more comfortable, Sam thinks, amidst the boys’ shrieks of laughter. Being here, being in this home (their home – The home?) it fills his heart with something warm and solid and unmoving. Like he has put down a heavy load. Sometimes it is hard to imagine what is so important that makes it worth picking up sword and shield and leaving this behind. Without this, where would any of them even be?

It’s just, that thought doesn’t stop the rest of the world from banging on their door sometimes. 

Just look at Steve’s cryptic as hell note. The me you know isn’t dead. Seriously. What the fuck. Sam almost wishes he really was dealing with a unicorn.

He settles on telling the story of how he and Steve once met that tiny shrinking guy and between Captain Rogers’ knightly loyalty to his friends, some of Redwing’s more heroic moments, and the addition of the brilliant mage-princess who gifted Bucky the enchantment for his arm, both boys are appeased.

“Uncle Sam,” Cass says, sleepily, towards the tail end of the story. “’S no fair that magic skips a generation. I wanna help save the kingdom like you do.”

Sam quiets, his hand stilling where it was in the middle of brushing over AJs forehead. AJ is already fast asleep. Knocked out cold, snoring and everything. 

Thing is, Sam’s brand of magic is pretty limited — some gimmick, even, nowhere close to what his Titi had. All Sam’s good for, practically speaking, is translating messages from carrier pigeons. But it got him into this bigger world, tangled him up in it. 

Sam can see, even though Bucky’s head is down, that his friend’s expression has taken on a slight grimness.

“Cass. Hey.” Sam knuckles the boy’s nose gently. “What do you mean, like me. You know how I keep this old kingdom safe? I help your mama do the dishes.”

“Uncle Sam,” Cass says, rolling his sleepy thick-lashed eyes. 

Sam sighs. “Cass. Just because it doesn’t make for a good story doesn’t mean it isn’t important.”

More important, even. Running this old house, and its garden (with all those gnomes, little pains-in-the-ass) and its boat.

“Muh huh,” Cass manages. And then he has drifted off, the side of his face squished against the pillow.

Sam and Bucky quietly relocate to the kitchen, where Redwing is awaiting them with a new note and a dead mouse.

“Jesus,” Bucky mutters.

“You better not be about to get in a piss fight with a kestrel when there are sleeping children in the next room.”

As if on cue, Redwing flaps over lands happily on Bucky’s shoulder, startling him. The little bell on his foot jingles, and Bucky glares, which does nothing to deter the little bird’s impulse to start throwing up what appears to be more mouse. 

Bucky stands perfectly still and looks awfully close to raptorcide. 

Dude, can you like, be normal for once, Sam says, to the bird. Redwing fluffs out all of his feathers in Bucky’s face in response. 

“I don’t get into piss fights with your kestrel, Sam,” Bucky says, gritting each word out with individuality. 

Redwing twitters happily. 

He’ll come around eventually, Sam replies. He scoops the bird up in both hands and re-situates him on his own arm, and begins untying the little package wired to Redwing’s foot. Out loud, he adds, “You know, he wants to be your friend so badly –”

“He’s the one who chews through my best leather breeches twice a month –” Bucky cuts himself off, grumbling under his breath and reaching over to fumble the parchment scroll out of Sam’s hand while its messenger hops in one place and nuzzles the crown of his feathery head into Sam’s armpit. Sam’s poorly concealed smile fades when Bucky openly frowns.

“Note’s from Nakia,” Bucky mutters, tapping the amulet bracelet on his right wrist against the similar shape of beaded stone etched into the scroll’s covering as Sam strokes Redwing’s head. 

“It’s – what?”

“What what.”

“From another dimension,” Bucky reads aloud, looking increasingly incredulous. 

“What?” 

“You already said that.” Sam rolls his eyes. Bucky makes a face at the scroll. “Always gotta be another fuckin’ gimmick. Well. She’s got a guy to decode it.”

“Didn’t she cast the spell?” asks Sam, who is still processing the dimension thing. As in, like, different from their own?

Is that where Steve is?

“Yeah, but only to keep anyone else from decoding it. The bracelet itself already had a message stored in it.” 

“Beyond Steve’s disembodied voice materializing outta nowhere the first time I touched that thing to prove he hasn’t kicked the bucket.”

“Which,” Bucky starts, “for the record –”

“Was not your theory.”

Bucky frowns harder. Refocuses. “Yes. The bracelet, which was clearly a magical object enchanted to respond to your touch –”

“Could’a been our touch, you never held it before I did –”

“Fine, sure, our touch – double enchantment. This thing is stolen, and someone – my guess is Steve – managed to layer another goddamn spell on it before sending it our way.”

Sam sighs, staring at the gleaming dishes in the drying rack. A box of Arm and Magical Hammer’s peroxide sits orange and to the side. Maybe this is why Sarah refuses to use any of the handy dandy domestic enchantments he brings home for her. 

Because magic’s a pain in the ass.

“So?” says Sam.

“Uh, yeah. She’s got a guy to decode it …” Bucky grimaces, “on the other side of the river.”

Oh. Oh. Yeah, that’s gonna be rough.

“I can’t go through a GRC checkpoint,” Sam says. Redwing makes a mournful sound of agreement. Bucky is still turning the note over and over as if maybe reading it upside down will change its mystifying contents. 

“They’d recognize your beautiful knightly face,” he agrees, reciting Sam’s proffered explanation. “And then search all your bags and spook your horse. You know, she’s way too sensitive.”

“Clara ain’t sensitive, she’s emotionally intelligent. There’s a difference,” Bucky mutters something about Sam busting out his inner kingdom social worker lingo on them and Sam adds, “and you can go through a GRC checkpoint even less, by the way.”

“To be fair,” Bucky says, “they have kinda fucked up my nose in all those wanted posters. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize me.”

They both sit down at the table, resigned. It’s a sticky problem. Sam supposes, as Bucky pulls his favourite dagger out and begins flipping it in a broody manner, that they could take Sharon’s smuggler’s detour behind the wall, but she’d ask too many questions. Sending Redwing on his own is too risky (Sam admits, begrudgingly and in the privacy of his own mind). Clint’s roped into a local problem with a gang of overall-wearing gnomes, Bruce has started teaching a yoga of ogres class, even Joaquin just set up shop marketside selling his scroll encryption services … Sam’s stomach growls, and the lingering smell of spiced rice hits his nose. Sarah’s left a potfull on the stove, for them, probably. She blusters plenty, has real right to be angry plenty, and has a mean right hook, but she loves him. And she’s a lot tougher than she looks, Sam’s come to realize. Kept this whole village alive over the years with her caring, and even after they set up the blockades she charmed the border officers better than Sam or Bucky ever could.

Sam clicks his tongue against his teeth and says, “Huh.”

“What,” says Bucky.

“Lemme run a hypothetical by you.”

“Oh no.” Bucky rubs a finger over the bridge of his nose. “You always do this to me. I started like that once –”

“And have had many terrible no good get Sam’s ass in trouble plans since, brother.” Sam crosses his arms; Rewind flaps over to his little perch by the bookshelf in deference. “Hypothetically, you don’t have to look like yourself. Right?”

Bucky looks at him warily. “Well … no.”

“And … hypothetically –”

“Sam …”

“If a familiar person, say … the nice lady who used to take her gumbo to the community house every week. Was to have that bracelet in her box the next time she went –”

“You wanna send your sister through the woods on her own in this economy?” Bucky interrupts, baffled.  

Sam lifts his chin. Raises his eyebrows. Wags his head a little bit. Chirp, says Redwing from across the room, which Sam might roughly translate to it’s not rocket science, pal.

It takes Bucky a moment to get it, but when it clicks, it’s obvious.

“Oh, no,” he says, a slow horror growing in his face. “No. No, no, no, no way. I refuse, Sam.”

“I haven’t asked anything yet!” Sam says, very mildly put out.

Bucky levels the pointy end of the dagger at him. “No. You’re not entrusting me as the sole keeper of your sister’s safety in the wilderness!”

Sam leans back in his chair, eyebrows raised. “And who the hell else am I gonna entrust as the sole keeper of my sister’s safety in the wilderness?” Bucky makes a disbelieving little cawing noise, like a sad crow, to which Sam adds, deliberate: “Come on, Buck. Be serious.”

Bucky does not answer, as he seems to go through twelve different emotions at once, silently. Sam, who can acknowledge at sword-point that this is maybe a little mean of him, given Bucky’s profound loyalty to his friends and poorly-concealed devotion to said sister (hmph), gives him a minute. Finally, Bucky manages, 

“Anyone! Someone who didn’t spend the last eighty years magically entrapped by a cabal of fascist wizards in the body of a murderous rabid animal!” 

He waves his free hand, which was previously clutched in his hair for something to do. He’d look a bit wild if he didn’t look so thoroughly mundane sitting there in his shirts with his boots off. 

Well, okay. The knife’s a little intense. But it’s not like Sarah’s kitchen isn’t stacked with em.

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Okay, first of all. Rabid is just flat out inaccurate.”

“Sam,” Bucky grinds out.

“I’m just sayin’,” Sam says. “You’re not diseased. And like, present day wolf you can even be kinda cute. You seen how fluffy you are? Those sheep definitely did.”

Bucky actually growls at him.

“That doesn’t actually dispute my point,” says Sam, “which is that this, right here, is objectively our best plan.”

“I won’t do it.”

“I’m asking you, Bucky.”

“It’s a terrible plan!”

“Says the guy who only ever comes up with the most unhinged plans ever!”

They glare at each other, for a prolonged, stone-headed moment. Sam thinks that next time he tells the kids a bedtime story, he should include a Mexican standoff somewhere in there. Then Bucky raises the knife again, very very slowly.

“Only if Sarah says yes.”

“Which,” Sam agrees, “is extremely unlikely. If magic could be wrapped up in a tiny little football, she’d probably drop kick that thing into the Mississippi like a quarterback.”

Marginally, Bucky’s face relaxes.

“Yeah,” he says, and now Sam is starting to feel some relief too, because really, what the hell is he thinking? Sending his baby sister out into the wilderness so they can all uncover some great conspiracy … “Yeah. Yeah, okay. If she says yes, I’ll do it.”

And then, of course, she does.

#the logic of this au world is essentially what if the witcher got crossed with ella enchanted #thats all u rly need to know #im retconning endgame in my own au by having steves disappearance be for correct reasons #like he got trapped in another dimension where he could have a happy ending but it was an accident and not on purpose #my writing #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #steve rogers #sam x bucky #cass wilson #aj wilson #sarah x bucky is implied and def present in the og fic

[t1oui]

ok so i’ve seen a ton of different interpretations of harry’s scar (by different artists, mostly) and i wanted to give one of my own

ik i never pay attention to canon (i am on tumblr, after all), but personally, i think that the movies were really lacking on harry’s scar. it’s supposed to be so obvious, to help identify him, and the movies just gave him a faint little cartoon lightning bolt on his forehead.

personally, i — and many others, considering the drawings i’ve seen — think it would be much more interesting if harry’s scar looked like an actual lightning bolt, with lots of lines and squiggles and all. but i still want to add onto that. what if harry’s scar went as far as to go over his right eye, leaving him half blind? just imagine with me for a sec.

the boy who lived, otherwise known as the hero who’s constantly running into things because his depth perception is ass (tm).

harry being the person who does a full 180 whenever his friends says “don’t look now, but…” because he can’t see otherwise.

constantly running into walls, furniture, people, etc. that end up in his blind spot

only one of his eyes is green, and the other is pale blue/almost white, which would look kind of creepy if he wasn’t constantly hitting his face on things

because he’s really clumsy, his glasses are in need of repairs constantly.

sometimes people will go to say “you have your mother’s eyes” but only one of them is green so they awkwardly say “you have your mother’s eye” instead

harry has a cane that he sometimes uses when he’s in an unfamiliar place or just somewhere like diagon alley, which has a lot of tripping hazards/just hazards he might not notice

just. half blind harry.

#harry potter #harry potter hc #i just had another idea #what if he’s really bad at winking #b/c he either can’t see at all (if he closes his working eye) #or it doesn’t feel any different (if he closes his blind eye) #just some extra thoughts #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #tas rambles

[swirlmup]

Get ready lads, it’s a double feature this time for scene art made by moi!

First scene is the opening, and was my first assignment for this episode. I hadn’t gotten the chance to draw tyrian or hazel yet in my works for this series, so I really wanted to amend that by doing some villain work. However, shortly after beginning work on this scene, I had to put it on hold to work on the later scene which I’ll talk about later.

A redesign was done by one of our artists for Salem’s castle, heavily modeled after the emerald city in the wizard of oz, and I went off the art they did for drawing it.

Lots of people caught on to the presence of others at the castle! I’m so pleased when people pay attention -w- Basically they’re followers of Salem, and are the staff who inhabit and maintain the castle for Salem and her crew. You know, doing all the menial shit like storing the airship, cooking, cleaning, searching their mail, all that jazz. Hey, it’s a castle, and a castle has gotta have servants, right?

I wanted to sketch the characters in a more detailed way for this scene, I didn’t feel like copping out with one of my simpler art styles, even if it would’ve been slightly faster. Although I was still having to work pretty fast, so even these sketches aren’t as polished as I would’ve liked. xD I got put on this episode a week before it was due to come out(my own doing since I requested the scene), but even so I had confidence in myself I could get it done in time.

the heights are a little scuffed whenever Hazel’s on screen. He’s 8 feet tall, and technically should be even bigger next to mercury and emerald than he is here, but in the interest of easier framing and not having to shrink them just to fit their proper heights all together, I played it a little loosey-goosey and allowed the other characters to essentially stand on apple boxes when needed.

Drawing Tyrian being a creep is so fun~ I love creepy characters~ I saved drawing Tyrian for last, Emerald before him, Mercury before Emerald, and I drew Hazel first in all the frames. I wanted to make sure I was primed for drawing Tyrian, since his face is a complex shape.

Drawing such an exagerated, sparkle-eyed expression for Tyrian was also super fun. xD I wanted to match the rough sketch I made for this scene as closely as possible, which was sorta more spongebob-esque? it was this lmao

truly a lovely face for a lovely place.

Anyways, I was also glad I saved Emerald for one of the last characters I drew, since her design has a lot of intricate details. Her guns I 100% half-assed though lol, I figured if I could make them vaguely convincing then it’d be fine.

I had to think carefully about Tyrian’s approach in this scene. Whether he would cut his cheek like he does in canon, whether he walks forward to cut his shoulder, or grabbing it like he does here. In the end I decided him grabbing her blade and cutting his hand was more malicious, especially since he’s in the middle of lecturing Emerald about the importance of not spilling blood on Salem’s hollowed ground. It’s like he’s purposefully trying to create an excuse for himself to hurt Emerald, consequence-free. In addition, it communicated strongly the amount of control that Tyrian had over the situation, even with Emerald brandishing her weapons, she has no power over him.

I always loved this scene in canon!! i’ve been an emerald/mercury stan since the two were introduced, so i gotta appreciate the little breadcrumbs as they come lol

this frame is actually pretty accurate in terms of the height different between tyrian and hazel. tyrian be a toll man

prancing tyrian~ it was about this frame that i really began to understand the sort of character tyrian was when drawing him. in that he’s like a preacher for a cult who was also given liberal permission with a knife.

not much to say about this shot. it’s nice that there’s an airship landing pad at salem’s castle and a direct entrance from there lol.

Now the second scene I worked on! I actually wasn’t assigned this scene, but an emergency came up where the artist who was originally supposed to do this scene just wasn’t available anymore. This was a cowabummer, because it was actually one of the most important scenes in the episode and had been listed as high priority. Seeing the distress and emergency of the situation, I put my first scene on hold and volunteered myself to take over the jaune and saphron scene, presented celtic with the finished rough sketches first thing in the morning.

Since speed was once again the #1 priority, I opted for a simpler and looser style. However, I didn’t fall fully into my old stickman style, and instead ventured to create something of a new iteration on that style? My art has been pushing towards smaller/more realistic facial features, and I started wanting my stickman style to reflect that somewhat.

I went through a couple different iterations of this frame before I decided it would be best if it was shot from the other side of the door. I was having issues illustrating both jaune sitting down and saphron standing and looking after ruby in the same shot, as well as showing saphron’s worried expression. In the first iterations I favored putting the camera over on Jaune’s side and letting him take up most of the frame, but I like this positioning much better.

This was kinda tricky to draw. I don’t normally draw characters rubbing their brows to communicate weariness, so it was an interesting challenge. Although it turned out more of a forehead rub than a brow rub, lol

I love it when I can be economical with my art, and a single drawing can last for an entire exchange.

serious jaune making a serious face, fighting back against the dark of saphron’s realism, oh yeah.

I may not be very good at drawing people in foreshortened poses, but i still think it’s fun xD I like how tender this moment between Jaune and Saphron is, she gives off such kind big-sister vibes, and Jaune takes her advice seriously.

And that covers it for this episode! Thanks so much for reading, and I look forward to seeing you all the next time there’s art to share for Fixing RWBY!

Toodaloo!

#art #fanart #rwby #fixing rwby #tyrian #hazel #emerald #mercury #jaune #saphron #tyrian callows #hazel reinhardt #emerald sustrai #mercury black #jaune arc #saphron arc

[tempural]

I have read Omoulo's "R U AN ARTIST" page, and it's really turned my perspective around. I don't want my art's value to rely on people's attention, but at the same time, I feel this need to share it. I can't tell if this need is born from ego, or if it's a natural wish of sharing that humans have. Thing is, I end up making things so that other people see it, and that makes me feel conflicted. Have you ever felt something similar?

Yeah, I want to share my art too. That's why I'm still posting here right? I made a 4am thread about how my followers and "engagement" have fallen the more I jump around niche subjects, and I still stand by my 4am thread!

Get ready for some old man rambles.

It is very natural to want attention. I want attention. We all like ass pats. But why?

How many people do you want that attention from?

Are you willing to deal with the fact that most internet attention is negative and will affect your mental health?

Is attention measured by numbers like likes, kudos, retweets?

Do you want attention for ego reasons?

To relieve loneliness?

Do you need to make money off your art and thus want attention?

Does random, unfocused social media attention even lead to making money off art?

I've found that I'm much more satisfied by even just a short comment rather than numbers. That's why I shoot all my ideas by my best friend/wife, he gives me the best sort of attention I need: engaged analysis of both our art and how we can weave our art together! Not just my wife, but having actual discussions and satisfying conversations with friends (that vaunted community that we all search for...) fulfills my sims attention need in a more nutritious way than waiting for numbers. I don't have to post everything I draw or think or write online because I have an incredible, amazing, sexy IRL friend that I can mash my brain juices with.

I'm very lucky that I've been able to make the art I want (rather than chasing trends and fandoms(because people keep hounding me whenever I do anything fan related LMAO I’ve been forced to just keep to myself)) and have people support me emotionally and financially. Even if I don't get more than like 5 notes on tumblr on a piece I worked 20 hours on, I'm getting the fulfillment I need to keep going and buy groceries.

Finding people you vibe with is half the battle. It's very hard to find people who engage in art the same way you do. I'm too boringly vanilla for the eXXXtreEEME DEAD DOVE PROBLEMATIC crowd, and I'm too fucked up for the "FREAKS DNI IF YOU SHIP ABUSE" crowd. But hey, if you put out the emotions they will come. Doesn't matter to me if it's one person or 5 people. I'm glad if a conversation can be sparked.

I highly recommend browser extensions that block numbers on social media. Like Calm Twitter. I feel much better online now that I don't see likes, retweets, followers, and so on on my art and others. The numbers make you compare yourself to others, and that breeds weird feelings. I like to be able to talk to people and look at art without the numbers game distracting me.

#asks #hella long posts

[whats-wild-to-you]

The Chosen One (Jay Park fiction)

Chapter 7

After that late night incident with Jay you tried your hardest to avoid him. The song he let you hear that night was the last one he had written for his album. Soon after, he released his album and promotions started. You were actually struggling with the workload for the first time, as you needed to juggle multiple artists' promotions and schedules. AOMG's co-CEO, DJ Pumkin, saw it and gladly hired an assistant for you. Steve ran errands, managed some artists' schedules and helped you with organization.

Whenever Jay wanted to go over his schedule, you sent Steve, stating that you were simply swamped with work. You knew it wasn't right, after all Jay hired you as his personal assistant as well. But no matter how you looked at it, being in the same room as him, alone, was something that made you uncomfortable. Maybe it was what Soo Min said that got to you. Either way you couldn't focus or be productive whenever Jay was around and that wasn't fair to the rest of the artists you looked after.

"Jaebeom asked to talk to you about his schedule."

"Steve will be on his way, I need to finish this here."

"He asked for you, specifically!"

You looked up from the screen, locking eyes with Woogie. He came to see Jay and share some demos he had been working on. It's been a while since you talked to Woogie and you made him promise you he would buy you food later.

Defeated, you got up from your chair and grabbed your calendar. "Don't go anywhere, it won't take long."

Inside Jay's office you sat down, opening your calendar, determined to finish soon.

"How you been?" He asked in a chipper tone.

"Good. Busy." You answered, without looking up.

"Right." He sighed, opening his laptop.

20 minutes later you were back in your office, where Woogie was waiting for you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You quipped.

"Then why is your face like that?" He inquired.

You sat down at your desk, your face mirrored on your laptop screen that was on stand-by. You looked like you just had an unpleasant meeting with your worst enemy.

Eager to lighten the mood, you asked Woogie if he was done for the day. He nodded and so you wrapped up work and headed out for that dinner he promised you.

After the short meeting with you, Jay couldn't focus on anything else. Something was definitely wrong with you, of that he was sure. Maybe it was due to the heavy workload but he seriously doubted that. He saw what you were capable of, even under immense pressure.

Desperate for answers, he turned to the only person who could provide them. Junwon.

Where are you?

Home, why?

Can you come? It's important.

On my way.

When Junwon arrived, Jay wasted no time getting right to the point.

"What's up with Ji Won? She acts strange these days."

"Hyung, I don't know what you mean. Besides, I haven't talked to her in a while."

"I see. I thought maybe she had some issues that affected her."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No. That won't be necessary. But since you're here how about we order food. Woogie is here too."

"Cool, I'll order. Hyung, what do you want?"

"Anything is fine." Jay said while peeking out his office. "Hey, Woogie!" He called into the hallway.

"He already left!" An office staff member called back. "He went out with Ji Won."

Inside, Junwon heard their little exchange and quickly texted you.

Are you with Woogie?

Yes, we're having dinner, why?

Me and Jaebeom will join you. Where are you?

"Oh, hyung! I almost forgot. Ji Won mentioned earlier she would be at that new soju bar with Woogie. Apparently he owes her dinner."

"Let's join them then!" Jay said excitedly.

"Should we?" Suddenly Junwon wasn't so sure about the half-assed plan he came up with on the spot.

"Sure! Let's go!"

At the soju bar, you informed Woogie about Junwon and Jay joining you, but you couldn't hide your displeasement.

"Did something happen between you and Jaebeom hyung?"

"No! Why would you say that?"

"Because you're avoiding him!"

"I'm not!"

"Yeah, keep telling that to yourself. If he's with Junwon right now, it means he thinks that too. It means he called Junwon to ask him about you!"

You tried to act nonchalantly, but on the inside you were panicking. What Woogie said made absolute sense.

Jay surely caught on, I mean, suddenly the work becomes too much and I need an assistant? One that coincidentally only deals with him? And why did DJ Pumkin insist on hiring a male assistant anyway?

All these questions were clouding your mind, so you did the only thing you could. Drown them in soju.

You were pretty tipsy when Jay and Junwon arrived. Woogie raised his hands defensively.

"She wouldn't stop drinking." He simply stated looking at Jay.

Junwon sat down to your right, while Jay occupied the seat to your left.

"Oh, you're here! Quick, have some soju." You filled their glasses to the brim, careful not to spill anything. When you went on to pour yourself another shot, all three men protested.

"I think you had enough!" Junwon took the bottle away from you and handed you a bottle of water instead.

"Party pooper!" You mumbled, sticking out your tongue at him.

The place wasn't full, there were only a few more guests because it was still early. Junwon tried to shield you from any curious onlookers. Luckily, for you, and them, you became incredibly quiet whenever you drank. You just sat there, listening to their conversations, occasionally being fed little pieces of pork belly or kimchi.

Eventually you were the last remaining guests, the owner practically had to throw you out.

"Where to now?" You asked, your speech still a bit slurred. No one was sure whether it was from the alcohol or exhaustion.

"Home!" Junwon replied sternly.

"But I wanna go dance!"

You heard Jay chuckle next to you and you turned your head in his direction.

"You're cute when you do that!" You mumbled, but everyone heard you. Jay, Junwon and Woogie all looked at each other, certain you wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

"Don't do that! You can't be cute!" You added, giggling. It became clear to them that you were still drunk.

"Okay, I won't." Jay said, trying his hardest to sound serious.

At home, Junwon guided you up to your apartment while Jay and Woogie waited downstairs in the car.

"Did something happen between you two?" Woogie suggested carefully.

"That's what I wanna know!" Jay replied in return, eyebrows furrowed.

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Chapter 8

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