#doodle will go public in a couple of days

[todayisafridaynight]

pocket-square sized

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 3 #yakuza series #yakuza #yoshitaka mine #snap sketches #HIIIIIIIII my wrist still hurts #i WAS just gon watch nakai movies while i rested but i fear ive watched all the available ones with eng subs.. //screams// #my bro picked me up onea them neat wrist support gloves tho so the pain is significantly gone and i can move my fingers better now #ill still let it rest for another couple days but recovery times lookin optimistic :] #as for this doodle.... i tolds you i MUST draw despite the injury... its my duty... #also i finished a comm today and since i had some practice drawing one handed working on that i figured id try drawin somethin small #and since it been a while since drawn mine... teehee.. #def wont be doin any comics any time soon or even more detailed stuff but this is cute nuff for now #lol this is the timeline if i worked on my rgg stickers long enough to get to y3 #since ive drawn mine tho ive been reminded.. i wont be able to go to animenyc this november :( too expensive for me this year #mabes ill go to animenext in like june or wait until next year to go to animenyc but </3 public dont get to see me mine cosplay </3 #mabes when my wrist gets better ill wear it for fun but anyway typing like this still sucks so byee !!!!!!!

[totheblood]

more modern!ellie headcanons

a/n: just a little something... as always AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated

ellie is a complete night owl

like you actually are concerned about when she sleeps

if you have an early morning class together she is always running late

or just doesn't show up so you would have to call her and wake her up

"hey baby, what's up i just woke up"

"ellie, class is about to start."

"oh shit, we have class today?"

she would sit next to you in any class you shared and scribble little doodles over to you

or communicate with you through notes

ellie hates going out in public but she loves going with you to do your errands

you're going grocery shopping? ellie is there

you need to find new shoes? she is there

barnes and noble? she would probably be there before you

she likes to do this thing where she will pick out a book for you and you will pick out a book for her and you will sit in the back and spend your day reading together

sometimes she hates the books you pick out for her

"ugh, another colleen hoover book? i gave you a cool book and you give me colleen fucking hoover?"

"little women is cool?"

"i can't believe you just said that."

if you two are out in public together she likes to pretend that the two of you are a married couple

like for example if you're at the cash register and she brings an item up to you and asks if she could get it

"no ellie, put that back."

she would turn to the cashier and say something like "what the wife says, goes... am i right?"

even when she's not with you and she's out drinking at the bar with dina and jesse she would randomly be like, "the wife's not gonna like this one" and take another shot

or when she buys you lingere that is obviously not for her she would be like, "you know what they say, 'happy wife, happy life'"

ellie is really not a social person either

unless she is a few drinks deep which leads us to... drunk!ellie

drunk ellie is soooooo clingy and sentimental

not that she isn't regularly, she's just way more affectionate when drunk

her usual comments would be like, "you're so lucky i love you so much..." or "you're so cute when you're not patronizing me..."

but her drunk? "i think you're the best thing to have happened to me, please never leave me."

"being in love with you is all that matters to me right now... take your clothes off."

she's always touching you in some way if she's drunk

if she's drunk at dinner and she's next to you, her hand in on your thigh or her head is resting on your shoulder

if she's drunk at a party, her hands are on your waist at all times whether she's dancing with you or talking to others

she just wants to be around you

she also can't sleep without you if she's drunk

you would be trying to put her to bed and she would just grab your wrist and mutter a, "please stay"

ellie always orders something you like so you can pick off of her plate

"you want some, baby? i knew you were going to ask for some anyways."

she's always thinking of you

when she sees little trinkets she's like "aw my girlfriend would love this."

or when she sees someone trip in public she's like "i wish my girlfriend was here, i know she'd die laughing."

ellie reads you books so you can sleep

if she knows you had a particularly rough day she will be like, "you okay, babe? want me to read you something?"

and then your climbing in her bed and resting your head in the crook of her neck as she reads to you

she will send you a picture of any animal she sees on the street

loves getting you things because she loves your reaction to gifts

... the two of you study by getting to take an article of clothing off each time you get something right

let's just say you pass most of your tests

ai audios:

extras:

what the wife says, goes

happy wife happy life

the wife's not gonna like this one

you want some baby?

#mine #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

[lissiesposts]

PEETA MELLARK HEADCANONS PT.2 ¡! 🧡

thanks for all the love in the first part! <3

he loves to comb your hair, or just brush it, he even would learn how to braid you hair

he loves everything about you, even those things you consider ‘ugly’ of yourself, he just sees perfection every time he laid eyes on you

touchy af, he is ALWAYS touching you, not in a sexual way, he just likes feeling your skin against his, in public, he is always taking your hand or with his arm around your shoulders or waist, in home, his hand is on your thigh, under your shirt touching your waist or giving you hugs where he puts his hands under your shirt to rub your belly or back.

he loves when you expend the night in his house, sleeping with you wrapped in his arms and waking up, seeing your messy hair and your mouth slightly open while you still sleeping, he just loves it

your dad loves him, of course, and don’t even tell about your mom

he would write you love letters.

when he is bored, he usually doodles about you, even if is just some sticky persons, in his mind that’s you and he, living in a big house with a little puppy.

he DREAMS having kids with you, having a little kid with your eyes and hair, or his, or your hair and his eyes, or viceversa, he just wants a kid with you.

he literally kiss the ground you walk by.

always speaking good of you, even better than you would ever do

he’s always paying attention to your little things and habits, maybe a little mole in your skin, maybe a scar and how you play with your hair without realizing or how you always cover your mouth while laughing

he is always following you like a stray puppy

if you’re tinnier than him, he would love tease you about it, always looking in the mirrors the size difference between you two, loving how small you looked by his side

the most caring bf in the world, galaxy and universe.

even if you two are already a couple, he is always saying the worst pick up line ever and being the one who ends flushed

he could hear you talk for hours without getting tired, always with a smile in his face

he loves dancing with you, even if he isn’t good or if you aren’t either, he loves it, always laughing when you accidentally step on his foot

he would go to your house at late hours of the night, and when you ask him why, he just says ‘i missed you’ like is obvious

he likes teasing you every time he catches you looking at his arms, even if that make him feel way better with himself

always trying to make you laugh, even the softest sound of your laugh lights up his day

always looking at you with those shiny puppy eyes of him, smiling widely when you get flushed by them

he lets you comb his hair, maybe some pigtails or some braids, do whatever you want with his hair

#peeta mellark x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #the hunger games #x reader #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games x reader #peeta mellark #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #josh hutcherson #gn reader

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Hello! Just wanted to say your sea monster au has never left my head and I wanted to doodle my lil version of y/n with pirate Eclipse. Your work is so inspiring and amazing, it makes my day when you post! Tysm for all your effort and for sharing it too us!

More talk of the doodle but I was thinking how they’d both fight to the death to defend each other, like not just from physical wounds but mental as well. Super aggressive with it like damn u insult my beloved like that??? Looks like ur swimming with the fishes. It kinda also what pushes them to be that super amazing power couple because they don’t let anything slide when it comes to each other, they r each others support, their rock in the storm, their ride or die in and out of combat and it just makes me go GWAH cause I know they act all tough and dangerous outside but in privacy they r just the most dopey lovey dovey sickenly sweet couple. These r just my thoughts that I have not stopped thinking about haha, sorry for the long post.

Ty again, your work and ideas are amazing!!! Have a night n day!

ME WHEN U GUYS SHARE UR SEA MONSTER-Y/N DESIGNS ASJDFGSDFGSGDHG

aLSO ME AT UR ECLIPSE DESIGN SJKDFHSDJFHSJDHJHF HOLY SHIT,,

they have matching ring necklaces,,,,,,,, ;; i love them ur honor

also also YEAH THEY REALLY R THE 'u talk bad abt my boo ur ass is shark chow' TYPE AND THEY R SO NOT AFRAID TO MAKE IT OBVIOUS they are like absolutely called smthn like 'the tyrants of the sea' bc they are both equally as vicious and unstoppable as the other and they love to show it off, ESPECIALLY in public sjkdhfsjdhfjd but u bet ur ass theyve been caught being all cute n mushy sappy by everyone in the crew at least once and nothing will change my mind (they r scary enough that no one says shit abt it tho lmaooo)

dammit now i wana draw more sea monster au,, as if i aint got enough aus to draw as it is >:c i cant believe u've done this (/j)

#bones of a rabbit #asks #art submission #sea monster au #sea monster y/n #art to be adored #au fanart #fanart of the au #upforrent #bones of a rabbit au #sea monster and pirate #pirate eclipse #god i love to see u guys' takes on my silly au concepts hhjkdfh #thank u i needed this tbh #stares at this for the next ninety six hours

[dross-the-fish]

I found myself thinking of Jekyll today and wondering if it causes him physical pain to have to fake a smile. To what extent is Henry Jekyll, pleasant doctor and sophisticated upperclass gentleman a painful mask he has to wear and does the discomfort ever feel physical?

I was at the local aquarium today (this is the perfect time of year to go because it's open but there are no tourists so it's never crowded and admission is cheap) hanging out and doodling on one of the benches while I watched the fish. I had on headphones to listen to an audio book and to provide a buffer between myself and anyone who might try to talk to me and I had been looking forward to relaxing for a couple of hours when a family walked up and the father waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. The minute they started asking me questions about what I was drawing I was filled with what I can only describe as intense dismay.

Obviously the family being present isn't in of itself an issue, it's a public aquarium, it's aimed at families and parts of the aquarium are geared specifically at children, but the family noticed me drawing and stopped to talk to me.

I reiterate that this was not something they did wrong, they were just being friendly, but I was really not prepared to have a conversation and I found the whole ordeal to be...well an ordeal. They were interested in what I was drawing (a sketch of Henry Jekyll because he's been on my mind off and on) and just the thought of having to explain who this character was, hoping they got it, and having to potentially explain why I was drawing him felt overwhelming.

And it was, they did not know who Henry Jekyll was, they were vaguely aware of Jekyll and Hyde but weren't the type of people to read classic literature and had never heard of the musical or actually seen for themselves any movies featuring the character. The mom commented that he looks like "a Disney villain from back in the 90s" which...fair assessment, I can't pretend I don't see why she would have thought that. The older kid was probably the most interested and wanted to see more of my drawings which made me really uncomfortable but I let him look through my sketchbook anyway because his parents kept saying he was interested in drawing and he loves art and I felt too anxious to say no.

I made small talk with the parents for a while, all the usual, "what's your name, where you from, what's your job?" (I hate those questions, they are usually the least interesting things about any people, myself included) and I wondered if this is what Henry does on a regular day. Has ordinary conversations with reasonably nice people and feel completely like a fish out of water the whole time. I felt pretty terrible about it too, I didn't have any hard feelings or resentment but the whole time I was thinking "Stop touching my things, go away, please fucking leave so I can get back to my audio book and my drawing. I just wanted to sit with the fish for a few hours because it's supposed to be quiet here this time of year."

No one ever seems to catch on that physically talking to people is an effort for me. I've gone my whole life and no one has ever noticed that I'm anxious or uncomfortable in situations where I have to speak out loud because I've gotten good at faking small talk and I know how to make my voice sound pleasant.

It's strange because I express myself easily enough in writing and I like messaging with people over text but the minute I have to be verbal with people I don't know I feel like I'm putting on an immense effort. I have to consciously choose a tone, figure out what words I want to say, be ready with an explanation in case I'm asked questions and I have to do all of it in real time on the spot. It feels like improve, like I'm constantly doing an improve routine and I know most people would say "Just be yourself!" But myself doesn't want to be doing this at all. Myself wants to be drawing and looking at fish. Even as a child I was never very social, I liked to doodle or daydream or build with my lego sets. I got reprimanded a lot for being too quiet. So I made myself more talkative and learned how to hold conversations. I learned to blend in but it's so tiring at times and I can swear when it's at its worst it feels almost physical. The discomfort becomes a suffocating "texture" on my skin and in my brain and I have to keep pretending like I don't notice it because every time I try to articulate how I feel people don't understand it. It's just not a thing they experience.

So I just keep "acting normal," and wonder if there's something wrong with me, like I'm operating on a different frequency from the people around me and I'm the only one on that frequency so other people don't even know it exists. It's...incredibly isolating at times. Even my partner doesn't seem to hear the world as loud as I do or experience the "texture" it's just a strange THING that I'm stuck with by myself. I wonder if it was the same for Henry Jekyll? Except instead being of too quiet he was too loud, too boisterous, threw tantrums, didn't know when to stop rambling about anatomy and weird gross medical facts. So he learned how to cover it and move through life pretending to be interested in everyone else but keenly aware they could never share his interests because his favorite subjects were too grisly and if he started talking about diseases he'd put everyone off. I head-canon Jekyll loves what he does, but he doesn't love it for reasons a doctor should, he doesn't care that much about healing the sick, he cares about conquering illnesses, he likes to learn about symptoms, he enjoys the disgusting viscera of his work. But he can't let on that this is what he enjoys about his work because that's not noble or heroic, it's something most people would find creepy of him. So he buries it and pretends he cares about curing the sick. He pretends he enjoys talking to people who don't know anything about who he is or what he does but they think they do because they are aware of doctors and understand that medicine exists. All the time he loathes it, it exhausts him and he can't even indulge in activities he enjoys to blow of steam because he enjoys things like brawling, doing drugs, and fucking. All things a man of his status shouldn't be seen doing. There's an image people associate with Henry Jekyll and it's an image he can't afford to tarnish...

but it's not really HIS image, it's just a buffer he keeps up to make himself more palatable. I wonder if that ever hurts him physically, if the mask ever feels like a "texture" muffling him.

there are times when I feel like it's no wonder he wasn't repulsed by Hyde when he first saw his reflection. Because I can only imagine by the time Hyde showed up he was already completely burnt out on being Jekyll.

#kind of a vent #kind of headcanon talk #jekyll and Hyde ponderings

[glasvera]

Making It Up To You

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Description: Eddie fucked up last night and wants to make it up to you... you certainly weren't expecting just how he would make it up to you. (Takes place just before the summer of '85)

Warnings: Smut (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!), semi-public sex, inappropriate use of fitting rooms, absolutely appropriate use of mirrors, fingering, light choking

A/N: I tried to leave the reader as open to interpretation as possible including the colors and patterns of clothes you pick out! I also sprinkled some self-confidence in there because you all deserve it. Hope you enjoy ;)

Word Count: 4369

You yawned lazily, Mr. Mundy’s lecture on the complexities of geometry nothing but a drawl of white noise as you propped your chin on your hand and stared out the window. You’d long ago filled the margins of your notes with small doodles, decorating them with an array of fantasy characters and dragons and flowers, and twirled your pencil around in your fingers absentmindedly. There were only a couple days left of school before summer vacation as well as your graduation, and you were antsy to say the least.

It was a sentiment your boyfriend shared, especially knowing he would be doing this another year again next year. He bounced his leg restlessly, stealing glances at you while he softly tapped his fingers on his desk to some song only he heard in his head. He was always fidgety, but knowing that he wasn’t exactly on your good side after having ruined one of your best pairs of fishnets wasn’t helping matters. 

It wasn’t so much the act of ruining them--it was inarguably a huge turn on when he tore them open and thrust into you in a sudden and inspired fit of passion last night--as it was his rather nonchalant attitude after the fact. His habitual snark got the best of him and the comment of “You didn’t seem to have an issue at the time,” did not go over well, to say the least.

So there you two sat, you ignoring him for your D&D inspired fantasies and the calming blue of the sky, and him trying desperately to mull his way through the static fuzz and random tunes that seemed intent on occupying all of his brain space. He wanted so desperately to make things up to you, but all of his ideas were things that he would want to do to relax, not you. Sure, you had a lot in common, but he highly doubted a few joints in the back of his van or a quick fuck would count as a worthy apology on their own.

As his eyes darted back and forth between you and blankly staring at the front of the classroom, he found his gaze traveling lower and lower down your body with every look-back. Of course you were wearing another pair of fishnets and a short black skirt; it wouldn’t be the first time you’d sought to tease him relentlessly for pissing you off. You were wearing a pair of thigh high fishnets today rather than the full tights, and his eyes were now glued to the way the elastic band squeezed into the plush of your thighs just beneath the hem of your skirt. His nostrils flared and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he felt the blood begin to rush south. 

Miraculously, his focus on your legs and choice of attire were actually the perfect inspiration for him. He tore his eyes away from you and pulled out a sheet of paper, frantically scribbling on it before folding it up.

As soon as the bell rang, Eddie practically launched out of his seat as he walked over to you. You looked up at him, annoyed at having been snapped out of your daydream, and raised your brow expectantly. His eyes took a tour of the ceiling before settling on yours and, with a tight-lipped smile, slid the note onto the desk under your hand. He leaned down and gave the top of your head a quick peck of his lips and you tensed up slightly, still wanting to be mad at him but touched by the affectionate gesture, before he gave a small nod and walked out of the classroom.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help a small smile as soon as he left, and your fingers closed around the paper he’d left you. Unfolding it, you chuckled at his rushed chicken scratch.

“Babe,

I know you’re mad and probably don’t wanna talk.

Meet me at the van after lunch. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.

Love,

Eddie”

You sighed, knowing his idea of “making it up to you” was probably gonna be eating you out in the back of the van. Not that you were totally opposed to it, but rather you’d hoped he would have something more romantic in mind, or even just a new pair of fishnets.

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Lunch was coming to an end and Eddie leaned against his van, hands in his pockets as he scuffed his shoe in the dirt impatiently. He was pretty sure you weren’t gonna show, realizing now the implications and that he should have been clearer in his note. It felt so middle school of him, but every time you got upset he was used to you going quiet on him. Not necessarily the silent treatment so much as you just needed time away from him to think.

So when you did finally show up, even with your clearly cautious expression, he nearly jumped up to greet you.

“Alright, Eds, I showed.” You stopped about a foot away from him and cocked your head, waiting for his response.

“Yes! Right this way, Milady,” he answered, gesturing towards the other door to his vehicle. 

You hopped into the passenger’s seat, curling an eyebrow at him as he got in and put the key into the ignition. “You do realize the school day isn’t over, right Munson? If you wanted to fuck your forgiveness into me, we could have just done it in the back and gotten it over with before class started.”

“Ah but that is where you’ve confused my intentions,” he replied, pointing a finger at you, “You and I, Miss Y/L/N, are skipping the rest of the day.”

You cleared your throat in surprise. “We- I am days away from graduation. If I get in trouble right before-”

“Tsk tsk, I wasn’t finished. Besides, I doubt one day is gonna get you held back like little old me.”

It was true and you knew it, and it was far from the first rebellious act you’d committed with your outcast boyfriend. Hell, you were barely even learning anything in classes anymore since most of your finals had already passed. You threw your hands up in mock surrender as he pulled out of the parking lot of Hawkins High.

“Okay, I give in. What’s the plan?”

“You,” he nodded sharply in your direction, “and I are going to Lovelace. And whatever other stores you want. My treat.” He glanced over to see that your jaw had dropped, and he chuckled. “Supplying lots of end-of-the-year parties means a little extra income for me. Figured I’d use it to spoil my girl.” He flashed you a toothy grin as you blinked at him. Sure, he’d gotten you gifts in the past, but he’d never offered to take you out shopping. Something about how “girls take too long in the dressing rooms” or something to that effect.

“Eds, that’s- I mean, you really don’t have to-”

He put a hand on your thigh, the sudden contact and warmth startling you out of your oncoming rambling. “Hey, look. I was a real jerk last night. Let me make it up to you, okay sweetheart?” he said, voice soft and sincere as he gave your leg a gentle squeeze. You relented with a small smile, taking his hand in yours.

And then it dawned on you.

“Wait, Lovelace Lingerie???”

His huge grin turned devilish and he snickered. “Okay, so maybe this isn’t exclusively for your benefit.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose between two fingers but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. “You are such a perv, Munson.”

He hummed in agreement. “Yeah, but you still love me.”

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For the most part, your shopping trip was fun and uneventful. It was still early enough in the day, and a weekday at that, that the mall was rather sparsely populated. You found yourself in JCPenney to start, and Eddie had surprisingly good taste in women’s clothes. You found yourself loving most of the things he picked, and internally lamented the fact that there was no way he’d be helping you clothes shop on a regular basis; his input was actually incredibly helpful.

You shimmied your way into a tight pair of skinny jeans and a scandalously low-cut shirt that came in a print you never would have considered wearing before today. Eddie sat just outside of the dressing room waiting for you to pop out and model your latest look for him, fiddling with the many rings on his fingers. When he heard the latch of your dressing room door click his head snapped up to attention as he looked you over appreciatively.

“Those jeans look really good on you. Really show off your ass…sets,” he quickly smoothed over as a couple of younger children ran by.

“Nice save, babe,” you giggled behind your hand. “What about the top?”

His eyes traced the neckline and he felt his mouth water at the sight of your exposed cleavage. He did not realize when he’d picked that one out that it would frame your tits so nicely. 

“It’s uh…” he cleared his throat. “Looks nice. Really nice,” he punctuated with a vigorous nod. 

You smirked and bent forward slightly, the loose fabric hanging off of your shoulders and barely covering your bra. “You think? I’m not sure if this pattern is my style. Feels a bit… flashy for me.”

Eddie inhaled deeply and gave you a warning look, and you giggled as you disappeared back into the dressing room.

Lovelace was the last store you went to, seeing as it was further back from the entrance you’d come in. You could see the blush creep up Eddie’s entire neck and face as you walked around the store, browsing through the different bras, panties, and tights, several mannequin legs and lower halves sensuously displaying various ensembles.

You were holding up a silk and lace thong when you looked behind you to see Eddie scratching his head nervously and turning his gaze to the floor.

“Getting cold feet on me, tiger? Thought this was your idea,” you teased him, waving the pair of undies in the air in front of his face.

He caught your wrist in his hand and gave you another pointed look before sighing and composing himself. “Baby, today is all about you. Don’t worry about me,” he replied, moving your wrist to inspect the article of clothing in your grasp. He appraised it for a moment, and you couldn’t help the warmth that blossomed at the way his fingers wrapped around your arm, his thumb stroking along your pulse point. 

You were sure he could feel the way your heartbeat quickened, drumming as it was in your ears, and felt your cheeks warm at what would normally be such an innocent touch. 

“This one’s cute. You should try it on.” He reached over with his other hand, grabbing the matching brassiere before tossing it at you as you fumbled to catch it. He gave you a firm pat on the shoulder with a tight-lipped smile before ushering you to the fitting rooms with a guiding hand on your back.

“I um… yeah sure!” you replied, arching a brow and giving him a weird look.

You folded the clothing over your arm as you tried to keep up with his rushed pace, giving the cashier a nervous chuckle and a shrug when she gave you both a once-over. She rolled her eyes and went back to organizing the inventory at the counter.

The fitting rooms were in the far back corner of the store and you hurried into one of them, wanting to get this over with so you could figure out what it was that had gotten into your boyfriend. You stripped out of your clothing, and right as you fastened the garters to your thigh-highs you let out a small startled squeak as the door was yanked open behind you. You moved to cover yourself, backing into the corner as you tripped and stumbled over your shoes. When you looked up, Eddie, looking almost as disheveled as you, was closing and locking the door behind him.

“Eds, what the fuck?” you hissed, trying to keep quiet.

He openly ogled you, taking in the way the sheer silk and lace barely covered anything and how the straps accentuated your waist and hips. The wire of your bra didn’t support your breasts so much as it just outlined them, more lace fabric filling the gaps between straps that went right over your nipples. He licked his lips hungrily, eyes dark, before finally meeting your gaze.

“Looks like I was right. I’ve got good taste,” he whispered under his breath, offering you a hand to help you stand upright. You took it, still baffled, and he pulled you flush against his body. He was hot, both literally and figuratively, and you could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans. Holding you firmly against him by your waist, he reached up and brushed your cheek with the back of his hand, his rings a stark contrast to the heat rising in your face.

“You’ve been getting me all worked up today, sweetheart,” he accused, a saccharine sweetness to his tone, and tilted his head to look at you. “Do you know how hard it’s been keeping my hands off of you?”

You bit your lip and decided to play coy, shaking your head at him. His fingers on your waist dipped down to play with the elastic band of your thong.

“Hmm… you sure you don’t know anything about what you’ve been doing?”

You opened your mouth to give a witty reply when he suddenly yanked up on the back of your thong, the fabric now digging into your front as it slipped between your pussy lips, and you gasped as he grinned devilishly.

Eddie took advantage of your surprise to grab you by the shoulders and turn you around, forcing you to look in the mirror with your back to his chest, his hard-on pushing against your ass. 

“Look at yourself. Now you tell me… how am I supposed to control myself when you look like this?” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

All the snark and fight you had in you a few minutes ago had vanished, your knees almost wobbly as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear. 

“I-I… I dunno…” you stammered.

You were suddenly very aware of the lace fabric as it rubbed against your pebbling nipples, and you still hadn’t moved to fully fix the frontal wedgie he’d given you. There was something incredibly hot about seeing him stand right behind you, fully clothed as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms and stared into your reflection like a predator would look at its prey. Not to mention you looked damn good in this lingerie--Eddie really wasn’t lying about that. The juxtaposition of you two looked like something out of one of Eddie’s nudie mags.

“Mm…” he hummed into your ear. His hands gripped you by the hips and pulled you harder into his groin, a small moan escaping your lips. “Shh shh shh,” he shushed you, face now in the crook of your neck, never breaking eye contact with you in the mirror. You remembered where you were and clamped your mouth shut, expression turning sheepish.

“Now, as much as I’d like to bend you over right now and fuck you in that sexy get up,” he paused, delighting in the way you shuddered at his dirty talk, “I promised you that today was all about you,” he murmured, one hand traveling lower to grip the plush of your thigh as he gently urged you to spread your legs slightly, “and I intend to keep that promise,” he added, squeezing the flesh as his other hand moved from your hip to lay flat on your stomach, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to the band of your thong.

Your mouth watered and your breath hitched in your throat, hyper aware of the possibility of getting caught yet finding it harder and harder to care as he traced light, almost ticklish circles with his index finger on your abdomen. You brought one of your hands to wrap around his neck for support as you felt your legs start to give. His lips were hot on your neck as he kissed you, bringing one of his legs up slightly between yours to support you as he rubbed the skin of your thighs just outside of your dampening center. You grabbed his forearm, urging him to move further in as he ghosted a finger over the material of your thong. You bit your lip and tried to grind down against his thigh, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend that thrummed pleasantly against your back.

“Eddie,” you whined, “please.”

He traced the underwire of your bra before reaching up and cupping your breast in his hand, your skin hot even underneath the fabric as he molded and fondled it in his grasp. He swiped the pad of his thumb over the strap across your nipple and you bit your lip harder to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Your body was on fire and incredibly sensitive to his ministrations, and the way his skin rubbed against you through the lace felt like pleasurable licks of flame with every pass.

You watched his hands in the mirror for a moment before looking back into his eyes, pupils blown out with lust. You inhaled sharply under his gaze and he simultaneously moved the hand on your thigh to cup you fully. You bucked into his hand, turning your head to kiss him until he gently took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at your reflection again, tutting.

“This is all for you, baby. I want you to watch,” he groaned into your ear before giving you a peck on the cheek. He slipped the straps of your brassiere off of your shoulders before pulling it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air conditioned room as he tugged on one of your nipples. Your movements were limited in your current position as you held onto him for dear life, rutting shamelessly against him as he pressed a middle finger into your slit.

“So wet for me,” he growled, sliding his finger up and down. “How are we gonna explain this to them when you try to purchase an absolutely soaked pair of underwear?”

You whimpered softly as he applied more pressure, your nails digging into his arm through his leather jacket. “Please,” you begged, “n-need you…”

He kissed behind your ear before biting the spot, your hand leaving his arm to cover your mouth as you keened in pleasure. “Anything for you, babe,” he whispered into your neck before removing his hand from your core to slip it back underneath your thong. Your eyes widened as you watched him, the thin scrap of fabric doing little to mask the way his fingers teased your entrance. His rings glinted in the bright lights of the dressing room as he slipped a finger inside, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and stifling another moan as he began to curl it in and out of you. 

It was so surreal; you almost felt like you were watching a porno of yourself and experiencing it at the same time, and it was getting you worked up much faster than usual. When he ground his palm into your clit, you nearly fell forward before he caught you, chuckling darkly against your neck as he pulled you against him again. 

“Somebody’s sensitive,” he cooed. You whined against your hand as he pumped another finger into you, moving his hand on your breast to rest lightly against your throat. He made eye contact with you, silently asking for your approval, and you nodded, hand coming up to wrap around his as he began to choke you slightly. His breath was hot in your ear as you watched him, hand wrapped around your throat and fingers driving in and out of your cunt. 

“You like this? Like watching me pleasure you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment and nodded, too scared to uncover your mouth lest your moans be heard by an unsuspecting party. You could feel him starting to grind into you, his arousal getting harder to ignore as he picked up the pace with his fingers. He swiped his thumb over your clit, rubbing light circles into it as he mercilessly drove into you. 

The muscles in your abdomen tightened as you felt your pleasure building. He knew you so well, hitting the perfect spot within you as he clamped his hand around your throat a little tighter. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, drunk on pleasure and lack of oxygen as he peppered kisses along your shoulder. 

“Come on, baby. I can feel you getting close,” he whispered as he started rubbing your clit more fervently, swiping over it in tandem with each thrust into your sopping core. Your senses were heightened and the wet sounds of his fingers dipping in and out of you sounded deafening, but the thrill of being caught only turned you on further as you felt the coil in the pit of your stomach start to tighten.

Eddie groaned softly against your shoulder as he felt your walls flutter and clamp around his fingers. “Gonna fuck you so hard when we get home. Hell, might not even wait that long. Might just drive you to a nice secluded field and make sweet, sweet love to you in the back of the van.” You whimpered through your fingers as you threw your head back against his shoulder, your arousal mounting higher and higher as he kept murmuring dirty words into your ear. “Fuck, you’re so sexy, sweetheart.”

You were so close, teetering on the precipice of your orgasm when he inserted a third finger into you and you gasped, hand flying off of your mouth to hold onto his forearm as he curled them deeper inside you, his thumb a blur on your clit as you held your breath, your mouth held open in a silent cry, so close to snapping but still hanging onto the edge.

Eddie could sense it, knowing you just needed a little bit of encouragement.

“Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, punctuating it with a squeeze to your throat and a deep thrust of his fingers.

You snapped and he quickly brought his hand up from your throat to cup your jaw and smash his lips onto yours, swallowing your cry as you came undone on his fingers, ripples of pleasure spreading through you like a tidal wave as you spasmed around him, your body convulsing as he moved to catch you with an “Oh shit!” and a chuckle as you struggled to maintain your footing.

Your heart was warm and your brain was foggy in the buzz of your come down, and you giggled as he held you in his arms, doubled over you as he laughed and peppered your neck and back with kisses. He hummed into your back as he hugged you and you held onto his arms.

A knock on the door startled you two out of your stupor and you froze.

“Is everything alright in there? I thought I heard a noise,” you heard the voice of the cashier muffled on the other side.

You both exchanged a wide-eyed glance. “U-um no I’m okay! Just tripped over my own two feet!” you chuckled nervously. “I’m not used to this many straps!” Eddie pursed his lips and snorted, muffling the noise in your shoulder.

There was an uncomfortably long silence, drawing out a few seconds into what felt like an eternity, before you heard a long, dramatic sigh. “Alright. Let me know if you need anything. Your satisfaction is our priority,” she drawled, clearly reading from a mental script as her heels clacked away from the door.

You scrambled to get dressed and gather your things while Eddie watched with attentive amusement, a soft grin on his face. As you started lacing up your shoes, he snatched the thong from the seat next to you and shoved it into his pocket, holding a finger up to his pursed lips.

“You perv!” you hissed with a barely contained chortle. “I haven’t even paid for those yet!”

He tilted his head to the side in mock contemplation. “I think you’ll thank me when you don’t have to explain the wet stains to the cashier.” He gave you a cheshire cat grin when you blushed and gaped at him and shrugged his shoulders.

You went out of the dressing room first, practically running to the cashier to purchase the brassiere, forcing a smile the entire time during your transaction. Eddie followed out a minute later, pretending like he’d been browsing the entire time until you called him over to leave.

You left the store, dashing out to the parking lot as the giggles finally broke through and you both exploded into a fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” you exclaimed with your hands on his shoulders. “We were this close to getting caught, Munson!” you emphasized with your fingers mere centimeters away from each other. 

He threw his head back and laughed. “Totally worth it,” he replied. “Aaaand,” he lilted, pulling the balled up garment out of his pocket while simultaneously reaching into a shopping bag and grabbing the new pair of tights you’d gotten, “none of your clothes are the worse for wear this time. I’d call this little mission a success.”

You rolled your eyes at him and leaned up, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Come on, lover boy. You still owe me that fuck in the back of the van somewhere,” you reminded him with a wink.

Eddie immediately perked up as he hurried to put away your shopping bags. “Yes, ma’am!”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #glasvera writes #glasvera ridiculously pines over fictional character no 345

[agathaharkness-simp]

random robin buckley headcanons yea (ft. ronance and platonic stobin)

(i also projected extremely on her btw, it’s not my fault her whole personality is also mine)

- so we all agree that robin is at least neurodivergent right? anyways robin has so many rings and stuff to stop herself from picking at skin/nails. they don’t work as a distraction all the time but it’s better than having her fingers covered bandaids 24/7. steve would notice sometimes and give her something to occupy her hands or, if they’re someplace where they can’t goof around, he’ll let her play with his hands.

- robin loves having inside jokes with people but absolutely hates when she doesn’t understand other peoples inside jokes.

- robin is an abba lover.

- robin has a really messy room but still organized in a sense. everything is where you can see it, not put away in a drawer and forgotten, making it easier to locate her things. she will get upset if someone moves something and doesn’t tell her where they put it.

- her sleep schedule is not even a schedule at this point. there’s no pattern at all. she’ll be sitting on her bed with like dozens of papers for like a new language one night. and then a couple days later, she’s in steve’s car and telling him about the great 16 solid hours she slept.

- speaking of sleeping, she has the most bizarre dreams (like argyle in my jargyle hc’s) and will retell each dream as many times as it takes for everyone to hear about it. but as she’s telling this one person about a dream, she’ll remember something else that happened in that dream and then everyone gets the same story but slightly different from each others.

- won’t wear any other shoe except converse.

- has been rotating the same 4 outfits for like 2 years now. she’s very picky about whether this plain shirt should go with blah blah. she’s just gotta look cool in public.

- secretly loves her hair as much as steve loves his.

- robin obviously likes to doodle on things (her shoes) so steve and nancy will let her draw on them. they both got a little too trusting with the maturity of her art and then ended up with male and female genitals drawn all over them (she switched out her sharpie for a pen on those ones because she would feel bad after). she writes little jokes and would just wait for her victim to question it.

- she likes rocks. not like a full on collector but just likes to point them out when seeing a shiny one. ok yea she’s not a collector but she definitely does have some cool rocks in her room somewhere.

- robin is a warm person. her body temp could get so high that she just wants to climb in a freezer. on the other hand, nancy gets super cold. her hands, nose, and ears specifically. so naturally, nancy is always staying really close to robin like robin’s her personal heater. robin unintentionally flirts with nancy using her furnace hands. like nancy would be wearing earmuffs and complaining how she’s just getting colder by the second. and then in comes robin taking off nancy’s earmuffs and holding her hands on each side of nancy’s head. nancy sticks to robin like glue after that.

- robin hasn’t lost one single staring contest (not counting the ones who cheat aka steve, dustin, and max). steve has to warn everyone who goes against her because he’s seen her stare at a wall for 4 minutes straight during their shift in family video. only one person has gotten close to beating her and that was jonathon.

- steve and robin have matching best friend necklaces like the cheap necklaces that would break in a millisecond. yet they still treat it as if it were sack of diamonds. they agreed that they’d bring the necklaces to the grave with them.

- robin gets super excited for other peoples birthday. like she gets to show her friends how much she appreciates them with gifts on the day of their birth!!!! so steve would give her a whole bunch of cash and just tell her to go crazy. and so she does. after his shift at family video, he gets to his house and finds decorations on decorations. there’s presents set by the table and everyone is there. the byers + the hoppers, the wheelers (minus t*d), the sinclairs, and the hendersons. his house has never truly looked like a home more than it has in this moment. robin knew this too. and robin wasn’t surprised when steve tried to wipe his eyes without anyone noticing. robin then hands him a wimpy looking cake with a giant cake art rendition of steve’s hair. it was the best god damn cake steve ever had.

(anyways i think imma leave it on that giant hc that definitely felt like more of a short fic lmao)

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #ronance #platonic stobin #robin buckley headcanons #ronance headcanon #platonic stobin headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4 #maya hawke #stranger things headcanons

[itstokkii]

hi! could you talk more about gerkor? it's a ship i hadnt thought a lot about before but your drawings of them are making me interested!! what do like about them and/or what headcanons do you have?

first off thank you for sending this ask!!! i'd love to talk more about gerkor!!

both germany and south korea share a lot of similarities, the main one being that they're the youngest out of their sibling pair, with the older one being separated from them due to the imperialist forces of the us and ussr.

i like to imagine they'd both find comfort in each other that they can't find in their neighbors due to WW2 and before then. both are resentful towards the allies for their respective partitions. they'd both plan to leave the nations' meeting afterparties/galas early and just go home to cuddle. sure korea pulled up to the party bc america dragged her over but she's leaving with germany because they're playing board games at his place.

i've also heard of people calling gerkor the "river pair" because they both experienced a boom in economics and development, with korea's being called the "miracle on the han river" and germany's being called the "miracle on the rhine."

in the modern day, they'd both be workaholics(more like they have to, esp korea with our record of a 60hr workweek lol) but with different ways to relax and unwind after work.

korea will drag germany along to the best korean grilling restaurants, sometimes she'll take him to karaoke(where germany slowly loses his mind as korea slowly loses her voice), and sometimes they'll order delivery food and drink flavored soju(germany's the first to tap out) as they binge watch netflix.

though germany would initially be surprised that korea would have to go to work dinners(회식) after work in the evenings. He insists on coming around the end of it and being her ride home. it's weird to him because shouldn't work stay in the office?

germany leaves work about 1 or 2 hours earlier than korea(4~6PM), and sometimes even earlier on fridays. he cooks dinner until she arrives home, to which they both eat. Then they spend time together(playing video games, baking, watching a movie, what are other things couples do at home,)

its interesting because both germany and south korea are associated with the work culture, and yet they're both on two different areas of the spectrum. if korea comes home tired from work, they both take a nap(or just sleep, given that it's maybe about 8 or 9 as she comes home due to traffic).

germany sometimes gets irked with the way korea randomly drags him along somewhere when she's feeling bored("im bored lets go shopping") tell him at least a day in advance im soojin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he's still completely floored every time her age comes up. she's just a 2000 year old nation cosplaying as a 20 year old. hes only just about 150....

as per the small doodle i did, i do think south korea is maybe that big push to finally convince germany to have a skincare routine. all of a sudden his skin glows brighter than usual, and others are able to recognize the difference the moment he steps into the meeting room.

she loves gift giving and will regularly have at least a few gifts ready for him when he visits, ranging from luxury goods to giftcards to plushies. he does this as well, but mostly likes to gift her things that are practical and personal. if she really liked that german snack he gave her last time, he's sure to give her more as a gift.

they both love hiking and absolutely will go on hiking dates. korea is generally a very mountainous region, so there's plenty of mountains and hills to check off the list!

she likes hugging and holding hands in public. when they're waiting in line for whatever reason, she'll wrap her arms around his waist and wait that way. i can see germany not necessarily being a fan of that, aso she's had to limit her pda sometimes.

has joined germany for oktoberfest before and despite 1000 years experience of drinking, become absolutely wasted. neither of them were able to drive that night.

sometimes she sees the way he dresses and almost dies inside. sandals with socks are for when you take out the trash or a trip to the convenience store, not for...shopping? save the cargo shorts and windbreaker for hiking, not for a picnic!!!!! with the way he shows up to world meetings("it's like you shoved a giant stick up his-" she usually says before she's cut off by germany) she'd expect him to dress in a similar ilk in everyday life, but she has no choice but to accept it...

though sometimes she cheats the system by texting him "we're going somewhere fancy, make sure to dress up semi-formal" and he's sure to show up in an outfit put together with thought.

there's been times where she feels jealousy and anger for how she's been separated from her brother and how that split is regarded as "positive," whereas the partitioning of germany was seen as "negative" and its reunification "positive." she holds no ill will towards germany as most of it was beyond his control, and germany has also expressed support towards a reunified korea in the past(at least, merkel has). but sometimes she sees prussia and germany and can't help but wish that was her and north.

#wow that turned a bit sad at the end #tokkii writes #tokki answers #aph south korea #hws south korea #im soo jin #hws korea #aph korea #aph germany #hws germany #ludwig beilschmidt #gerkor #hetalia #hws #hetalia world stars

[pineappleciders]

Omori rw gang x s/o on their period comforting headcanons? (I’m only asking cause I’m on mine and it’s hell 😭)

A/N: sorry if it sucks i tried to get it done before yours finished so u wouldn't have to wait a month to relate to this. sorry if im late LMFAOO

OMORI RW GANG with an S/O on their period headcanons | includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, MARI, and BASIL

SUNNY

headcanon that SUNNY doesn't know shit about periods

he'll definitely be incredibly sympathetic, especially if you're cramping up

if you need pain relief meds or a heating pad, he'll have it in an instant

he likes to stay inside anyways so he doesn't mind if you don't feel like going places. you two often end up snuggling together on the couch watching movies with hot chocolate or tea

he really tries to make you feel better as best as he can, by drawing with you, playing your favorite music, getting whatever you want

he tries his best to comfort you with words but he really can't so he gives up and just,, shows his affection by doing things for you or cuddling

(pre-incident he'd probably ask MARI for advice or something)

he rips off pieces of sketchbook paper with a shit ton of doodles of random stuff. characters he/you like, animals, flowers, people, whatever. he might even throw in a couple words too

AUBREY

she's definitely quick to get you anything you need or want

you guys spend a lot of time in your bed just chilling

if you're in public and you're acting funny or something, she'll immediately know that you bled through your pants or need to change a pad or something

she's quick to make an excuse and pull you off to the side or to the bathroom

i mean this literally when i say she would steal money from people to buy you a craving food or medicine

surprises you with little comic books from hobbeez or other knick-knacks she knows you like

lots of hand holding and talking about whatever in your bed. she's sleeping over at yours every night no matter what and you guys always end up staying up all night just talking. she really enjoys your company but she eventually makes you go to sleep because you need rest

KEL

he kinda doesn't wanna get in your business so he doesn't mention or ask about it unless you say something first

he understands though, he'll kind of be softer just so he doesn't annoy you or anything

HERO taught him that liquids help cure sickness and he probably thinks it works for period pains or something

if you ask for a certain medicine from the cabinet he'll come back with like. vitamin gummies

he gets it the second time though

he feels pretty bad knowing you're in pain so he'll be quick to help you out with anything that you need,, (he always is quick to help you but more on your period)

lots of sleepovers

tucks u into bed every night. don't ask why

he also does your laundry. nothing else like cleaning or work or anything he just really likes doing laundry for some reason

his first instincts would probably be to leave you alone or give you space. but if you want him to stay with you he absolutely will

HERO

you need comfort?? food or medicine?? heating pad????? to be left alone????? he's on it faster than you finish the sentence

he doesn't know a lot about periods but he's definitely super respectful of it and tries his best

gives you the best medicine combos to combat cramps

cleans all ur shit and does all of your chores and cooks you breakfast in bed every day. he may as well be your fucking butler

brings you hot chocolate with marshmallows in bed and tucks you in with a big fluffly blanket

lots of watching shows together and snuggling

he the type of guy to go "just found out people have periods dhmu" on his story or somethign /j

if you ask him to buy pads or tampons or something he will buy the highest quality, 24-hour overnight max flow fucking gold plated pads you've ever seen

not to spoil you, he just imagines periods as the most hellish flesh-ripping experience someone can go through

he's not far off tbh

MARI

strange headcanon but i think she has the most horrific and painful cramps of all time when she has her period

so she is incredibly soft and sympathetic with you on yours because she understands too well

if you're rotting on the floor in pain she'll snap at anyone that comes in to get out

she's quick to hold you tight, get you pain medicine, water, food, whatever you need and she'll get it

she's anxious to leave your side. she always is, but more than usual

she cleans your room, tidies up around your house and does your chores every time you're on your period. even if you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself she feels obligated to

feeling cold? gives you all of her blankets, her pillows, turns the temperature up, brings you hot herbal tea, and cuddles you and MEWO

feeling warm? takes your overcoat off and hangs it neatly and gives you shorts, turns on all the fans and gets you nice cold water or lemonade

and not to mention the COMFORT. she's always talking to you and holding your hand squeezing it and speaking softly,, holding your head in her lap and giving you words of encouragement

BASIL

similar to KEL, he immediately thinks you want to be left alone and gives you space

but if you don't, then he's always there for you when you need him

he gives you little notes with drawings on them of flowers and whatnot, encouraging you and building you up (he loves praising you)

speaking of flowers, he probably shows up with a bouquet of flowers he grew himself that remind him of you. no special occasion, no date, he just wants to make you as happy as possible

i don't think he's big on physical touch, but he'll definitely stay the night or read you a story before bed to help you relax

he likes hand holding though. he'll probably sweat and run off anyways

he goes to the drug store at midnight to get whatever you want. be it menstrual products, craving foods, supplies literally anything you need he'll get it

hc that he knitted you a blanket and you cuddle it all the time but esp during this time of the month

#omori #omori x reader #omori headcanons #omori mari x reader #mari omori x reader #omori hero x reader #hero omori x reader #omori basil x reader #basil omori x reader #kel omori x reader #omori kel x reader #sunny omori x reader #omori sunny x reader #aubrey omori x reader #omori aubrey x reader #omori fandom #omori comfort

[atinylittlepain]

I'm Your Venus - Chapter 3

Robin Buckley x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

Robin really likes candy, and the new girl in town.

warnings | 18+ angst, era-typical homophobia, fluff so sweet it'll give ya a toothache

Robin thinks that this is the best summer she’s had in the whole eighteen years of her life. She’s been seeing Duckie for two weeks now, spending nearly every night at her house half-watching movies she’s been renting with her employee discount and half-making out until she can’t feel her face anymore. It’s been so, totally, perfect. Except for maybe one little thing.

It had started during one of her shifts when a couple came in to rent some tapes. They were laying the PDA on thick, holding hands and giggling into each other’s ears as they browsed the aisles. Normally, that type of thing didn’t even register to Robin. But that day, seeing their lovey-dovey display, she started getting really pissed off. It came to a head as she was checking them out, slamming the drawer of the cash register and bluntly glaring at them, no “have a nice day” to be found as they awkwardly walked out. Steve had witnessed the whole bizarre interaction.

“Uh, Robs, pretty sure that wasn’t in the employee handbook of how to treat customers.” She groans, leaning against the counter and dragging a hand down her face.

“Did you see how annoying they were being, I mean, wooh! Get a room, perverts.” Her friend raises an eyebrow at her, sidling up next to her and nudging her with his elbow.

“People come in here like that all the time, and it’s never bothered you before. I could practically see the smoke coming out of your ears while you checked them out. What’s the big deal?” She sighs, both knowing exactly what the big deal is but also being too proud to admit it. She doesn’t give Steve any real answer, just shrugging and telling him that she’s going on her break, heading towards the backroom to take a breather.

She sits back in a folding chair with her legs propped up on one of the shelves of inventory, studying the new doodle Duckie had left on her converse. It was a heart with their initials in the middle, a cartoony arrow speared through its sides. She had looked so smug as she finished drawing it with her sharpie, grinning at Robin who was blushing furiously under her ministrations. It had been the one piece of their relationship that Robin got to carry around with her all day, in public. 

She sighs, her thoughts coming back to her total fit over that couple that came in. Her anger hadn’t really been at them, and it hadn’t really been anger either. It was more frustration, specifically that she knew she and Duckie couldn’t really ever do anything like that, at least not in Hawkins. Robin would give both her kidneys, maybe even her liver, if it meant she could walk down the street holding her girl’s hand, landing a kiss on her cheek without even having to think about it. But that isn’t the world they live in, and it drives Robin nuts.

Her frustration was compounded that night when she went out to dinner with Duckie, getting burgers and milkshakes at Benny’s. Duckie always tended towards the bold, even in public, and was playing serious footsie with Robin, sliding her sneakered foot up her calf before wrapping her ankles around Robin’s legs. Their little bubble was rudely burst, however, when some guy shamelessly slid up to their booth, flashing a broad smile at Duckie. Robin’s ears were ringing, but not enough to block out this guy’s thick flirting with Duckie, who admittedly looked deeply perturbed by his advances.

Robin hadn’t even been thinking, just acting on impulse and pointedly asked him if he minded. But of course, he didn’t interpret that the way Robin wanted him to, instead telling her that he could set her up with his friend over at the bar. Duckie nearly choked on her milkshake when he said it. Robin just felt sick to her stomach. She was dating the coolest girl she had ever met, and nobody, except for a few friends, could know. 

Since that night at Benny’s, Robin’s frustration had only continued to fester, leaving her sullen and quieter than usual. Annoyingly, Steve had noticed it, and confronted her during another of their particularly slow shifts.

“Are things still going good with you and that girl?” Robin just shrugs.

“As good as an eternally secret relationship can go.” That makes Steve frown.

“S’not a total secret. I know about it. Munson knows about it. Her sister knows about it. She told me she thinks you’re the cutest couple ever.” Robin scoffs.

“I forgot. You’ve fallen head over heels for a punk chick, so weird. Though she is pretty cool.” Steve just rolls his eyes at her.

“Let’s just keep the focus on your relationship, yeah? And besides, what’s the big deal? You know she likes you and she knows you like her. Isn’t that all that matters?” Robin crosses her arms over her chest.

“That’s easy for you to say, Steve. You can take your girlfriend out whenever you want, and let everyone know that you’re together. Meanwhile, if we showed up at a fancy restaurant with a reservation for two we’d probably get driven out of Hawkins.” A tense silence settles between the pair, until Steve finally speaks.

“So you wanna take her out to a fancy restaurant?” “Steve.” He holds his hands up in surrender.

“No, no, I’m just saying– I think I could help you out with that, you know?” She raises her eyebrows at him, shaking her head in confusion. She can see the gears turning in his head.

“Listen, Saturday at seven, be at my house with your girl, ok?” She looks at him in exasperation.

“Steve, what are you–” he cuts her off with a wave of his arms.

“Robs, I’m trying to do something nice for you here, alright? Just– my house, seven o’clock. And dress nice, the both of you.” Robin just huffs, giving into Steve’s persistence. 

…

That had been Wednesday, and it’s now Saturday night. When Robin had told Duckie about Steve’s invitation she had looked a bit perplexed at first, but easily melted into a smile at the idea of getting to get dressed up for her. And so now, Robin finds herself on Duckie’s doorstep, waiting for her to come down. She had settled on a pair of black slacks and a short sleeved button down, still adorning her beloved converse though. That was about as dressed up as she could get. However, she thinks her heart stops for a beat when Duckie finally opens the door. She’s wearing a dark purple dress that stops at her shins, a perfect slip along her body with thin straps that lay rather delicately along her shoulders. Robin can’t help but smile when she sees that she’s also wearing her requisite converse. Duckie offers Robin a broad smile.

“Hey, Robs, looking very good.” She brings her hand up to finger at the collar of her shirt. Robin stutters a bit, still so easily flustered by her girl.

“H-hi. You, um, wow– you look so pretty.” Robin’s mentally kicking herself for her lack of finesse, but Duckie just grins impossibly wider, tilting her head to the side. She twirls the station wagon’s keys around her finger.

“Well, shall we venture to chez Harrington?”

…

Robin’s stomach drops a bit when she sees Eddie’s van in the driveway of Steve’s mcmansion. What the hell is he doing here?

It’s hard to keep worrying about it, however, with the way Duckie’s kept their hands entangled over the console the whole drive over. She’s a good driver, had promised she’d teach Robin how to drive before the Summer’s over after all.

Once they park and ring the doorbell, Robin starts getting anxious again, having no idea what Steve had possibly conjured up for them. Just then, a shout can be heard through the door, as well as the clanging of what sounds like pots and pans.

“Munson, get the fucking door, goddamnit!”

“Don’t get your panties twisted, big boy. I got it!”

The door swings open abruptly, and Robin chokes on her breath due to what she sees. Eddie Munson, shoved into a black button down and black dress pants that look too short (they must be Steve’s) dipping into a dramatic bow as he opens the door.

“Miladies, welcome to ristorante de Harrington, please do come in.” He affects a horrid italian accent that Duckie snorts at as they come inside, being quickly ushered into the dining room. The lights are dim, a hodgepodge of candles shoved into the center of the table really the only source of light next to the glow streaming in from the kitchen. 

Eddie pulls out both their chairs for them, seating them across from each other at one end of the long table. Robin cranes in her chair, trying to peer into the kitchen, only catching a glance of Steve frantically stirring pots on the stove before Eddie waves her attention back to him.

“May I interest the ladies in something to drink, perhaps?” He’s still doing that damn accent, completely mortifying Robin. Duckie however seems to be loving it, playing along without missing a beat.

“Well, what do you have to offer?” Eddie grins, shuffling over to the corner of the room and squatting to grab something from behind a very large houseplant. It’s a bottle of very expensive looking wine. He brandishes it like fucking Vanna White.

“Only the finest for the lovely couple. Tis a musky brew from the old country. A very good year if I may say so myself.” He fiddles in his pocket, producing a bottle opener and quickly popping the cork. As he pours it into their respective glasses, he stage-whispers to them both.

“Don’t tell Steve I went looking in mommy Harrington’s cellar. The old broad won’t know a thing.” Duckie bubbles with laughter at Eddie’s antics, while Robin is still stunned by the whole production. Eddie sets the bottle between them before standing with his hands behind his back.

“Chef Steve is preparing his specialité, spaghetti and meatballs. I shall be right back with some garlic bread to titillate your palette before your main course.” He swoops away into the kitchen and they can hear Steve muttering to him.

“What was that sound? Did you get in my mom’s wine collection? Munson, I swear–” “Don’t worry about it, Stevie. I didn’t go near Diane’s stash.” 

Robin and Duckie share a look before dissolving into exasperated giggles. Duckie rests her elbow on the table, propping up her chin with her hand. She reaches across the table with her other hand to entangle Robin’s fingers with hers.

“This is certainly something else, Robs. Can’t say I’ve ever experienced such fine dining on a date.” Robin lightly laughs, giving her girl’s hand a squeeze.

“Eddie can kinda be, alot. He means well though, I swear. Steve too. They just knew I wanted to, uh, do something nice with you, so, yeah.” Robin feels like she’s going to melt under Duckie’s gaze.

“It is really nice, Robin. I know we have to do things a bit different. But I wouldn’t wanna do different with anyone else.” They share a very dopey smile that’s promptly interrupted by Eddie blustering back into the room with a basket of breadsticks. Robin recognizes them when he sets them down. They’re the frozen kind he likes to get to eat when he’s high. She can’t help the knowing look she shoots his way and he just grins right back.

…

Steve’s taking a while to prepare his “specialité” but they don’t mind, sharing breadsticks and sips of wine and very sweet conversation. Robin can’t help feeling like it’s a dream. Sure, the service is a little questionable, but she’s actually on a bona fide date with her girl, and it’s lovelier than she could have imagined.

Finally, Steve and Eddie come out of the kitchen, both carrying rather heaped plates of spaghetti. Robin makes a mental note to give Steve hell about the little apron he has around his waist. They set the plates down in front of them and Eddie does another dramatic bow.

“Madames, dinner is served.” Duckie grins.

“Compliments to the chef, of course.” Steve lets out a light laugh at that, shaking his head. Eddie’s performance, however, is not quite done.

“Shall I serenade you whilst you dine?” He takes a deep breath in, getting ready to belt something out, but Steve rather harshly swats him on the back, causing him to deflate on impact. He grabs Eddie’s shoulders, steering him back into the kitchen with a muttered “why don’t you help me clean up, you menace.”

The food is actually good. Robin had no clue Steve could cook, having to admit that she’s pleasantly surprised at this effort. By the time they finish their meal, they’re both in a cheesy, carby haze of goodness. Duckie lets out a long sigh, smiling lightly at Robin.

“This was the best, Robs. Thank you for taking me out.” Robin grins, toeing at Duckie’s foot with her own.

“Thank you for coming out with me.” She catches Steve and Eddie peeking around the edge of the doorway and she clears her throat.

“We should probably get going, I think the staff are getting ready to close.” Eddie and Steve sheepishly step back into the room. Eddie flashes them a bright grin.

“Thank you ladies for dining with us tonight. Will that be cash or credit?” Steve elbows Eddie in the ribs, offering them an apologetic smile.

“Come back anytime.” As they’re leaving, Robin mouths a “thank you” at Steve to which he just shakes his head, just the hint of a smile. 

…

They drive back to Duckie’s house, Robin’s bike still tipped over in the front yard. Robin walks her up to her front door and Duckie sighs.

“Well, I’d invite you up, but for once my parents are actually home tonight.” Robin just smiles, shaking her head.

“That’s ok. This night was already kinda perfect.” They lean into each other, pressing their foreheads together and smiling.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Duckie presses a sweet kiss to Robin’s lips before dipping back for another and another and another until finally Robin has to pull away. 

“Goodnight, Robs. Thank you for a perfect night.” Robin just smiles, stealing one more kiss from her before she slips inside.

Robin bikes home that night, thinking about how she owes Steve, and his crazy sidekick, big time for helping her have the best date ever.

#robin buckley fluff #robin buckley angst #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[oddeyecadia]

a compilation of my pricefield headcanons on twitter bc i feel so normal abt them i need to spread these brainrot like it's the bible

just read an hc that max likes playing with chloe's bracelets. what if she fidgets with them whenever she's anxious too and chloe knows this that's why she keeps wearing more of them. chloe changes them up sometimes but would always keep the one max plays with the most

max definitely does the tiny pinching the back of their shirt thing to chloe whenever they're walking together but not in a cute anime girl way, moreso in a keeping chloe from doing chaotic shit in public way

funny shit abt chloe is she knows behind max's act of indifference, she gets jealous easily. chloe's just more loud about hers. so whenever other people flirts with chloe she just straight up makes out with max in front of them like what happened to hello? how r u? ? my name is?

other than polaroids max would also randomly give chloe rocks when they were kids and chloe kept every single one. years later max grew up to be a crystal collector she has a big ass amethyst tower in her room

chloe is shit at videogames. she plays valorant and is unfortunately a bot frag regular (viper main of course) also she never really grew out of her strategy in fighting games which is basically just press all the button until something explodes. max on the other hand is an absolute god in video games despite not giving a shit about instructions and meta she could still somehow carry the whole team in multiplayers and provide the highest damage when fighting bosses

as much as i love the idea of chloe putting a bow on her pussy or smth as her bday/xmas gift to max i think she'd also be the type to do cheesy shit like taking max to 27 different picture worthy places or drawing the both of them as characters in max's favorite video game or show

max doesn't reply for two minutes and suddenly chloe's doing thirst traps to cope

2022 pricefield would have the noteit app and would send each other notes and pics everyday to display as a widget on their phone. max would often send sunset or nature pics and cute selfies while chloe would use the drawing tool to send max little doodles (and lots of dick drawings)

idc if the general consensus is chloe can't do make up bc in my head she can and she does max's eyeliner by sitting on her lap

baby pricefield crushing on each other is so fucking funny like you have chloe crushing on the quiet kid who's voice would crack during attendance no matter how many times she'd practice beforehand and then u got max crushing on the girl who was caught picking her nose and eat it

my random pf hc of the day is when chloe and max were still a new couple, max went in to give chloe a kiss before going to class/work and they both froze up because WHAT THE FUCK MY BEST FRIEND AND I JUST SMOOCHED before realizing oh yeah we're together, we can do that now. and they just. melt. smiling at each other like idiots cause holy shit they are officially a couple !! the transition from bffs to gfs is so weird in the best way

i just think max kisses chloe's little cheek mole every time they cuddle

#pricefield #max caulfield #chloe price #life is strange #i forgot how to post on tumblr sorry lol #my twt is @SOULPRlCE with a small L if anyone wants more of these

[cheese12cake]

Important moments

Pairing: Wilhelm x Gn!Reader (although I won't really mention any pronouns)

Fandom: Young royals

TW: kissing? Is that even a TW? Idk.

1. How you met

It was a rainy day at Hillerska, rain pouring down the window and the leafes of the trees swaying in the chilly autumn wind. You were sitting in your seat, doodling away in your notebook, waiting for the teacher to arrive. You saw someone enter through the doorway. It seemed to be a boy. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him walk towards you.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" he has asked, looking between you and the empty chair right next to you.

"No. You can sit down if you'd like." with that he sat down. Only now did you look at him, and boy when you noticed who it was!

"Uhm, I- uh....it's a pleasure meeting you, Your Highness?" it came out more of a question but you didn't care at this point.

"Oh, please, none of that formal shit. Just call me Wilhelm." "Alright."

You then noticed he was staring at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

"I'm (Y/N) by the way." this was going smoothly.

"Pretty name" "Thanks, could say the same for you." you smiled.

"Thank you!" by now the both of y'all were smiling at eachother, that was until the teacher walked in.

After a couple minutes you could here a low "shit" coming from beside you.

"Hey, you don't happen to have a, uhm, pen do you?" he asked, nervous for some reason. You gave him a pen with a little smirk.

"Huh. Didn't expect the prince, of all people, to forget his things." he laughed at your response, not so tense anymore.

After class you saw him in a couple more places, like the hallway, so you both eventually gave eachother your phone numbers. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

2. The first date

Wilhelm was a nervous wreck.

After months of being friends he decided to ask you out on a date. To his surprise you said yes! So now he had to come up with a great first date idea.

So he goes to Felice! Because who else knows more about dates then her? Together, they managed to plan the whole night.

It wasn't easy ofc, you would have to avoid going to public places so it was hard to come up with a place that wasn't public, so they decided that since it was a first date it didn't have to be the most glamorous date in the history of dates.

It would be a Netflix and chill night in Wilhelm's dorm, ordering take out Vietnamese (if you don't like that just change it to something you like) and listening to music.

So that's what y'all did. And it was so much better then a quick dinner in some fancy restaurant. You actually got to know eachother so much better, and by the end of the night Wille knew he was in love. And so did you.

This was only your first date, with many more to come.

3. First kiss

It happened maybe after the 3rd date. You guys were out in the park, the lights giving you the only source of light.

It was too romantic not to do it. And Wilhelm so wanted to. And here was his chance.

Y'all were turning back to go back to campus. Suddenly Wilhelm grabbed your hand and led you to a park bench.

You looked at him confused, not understanding what he wanted.

"Are you okay? Didn't you wanna go back?"

"I am, just.....You look so beautiful right now." you probably blushed harder then you ever had, but it wasn't too noticable due to your cheeks already being red from the cold.

"You look really good too, I'll have to admit." subconciously you both moved closer to eachother, to the point your noses were touching. You blushed again, asking : "Is this o-" but you were cut off with Wilhelm's lips on yours, you both sharing a sweet, loving kiss.

Lemme just tell you after this you looked like this 🍅. Literally. He just started laughing at your face & oml it made butterflies erupt in your stomach for the I lost count how many times today.

After the kiss you walked home in a comfortable silence with goofy smiles on your faces, feeling giddy.

4. "I love you"s

He's such a straightforward person with you oml😭. Like one day he will just blurt it out leaving you question yourself if you heard him correct.

He will also say this to win in something against you bc he's a bastard :)

No but for real now, his "I love you"s are always, always sincere. He says those 3 words with so much love & passion, with the biggest heart eyes.

And when you say it back! Boy will melt right there and just start blushing so hard he'll also look like a 🍅.

I don't think he usually got told this, maybe by Erik, do when you tell him how much you love him he'll tear up a bit.

Even though he craves affection bc he wasn't given a lot he still makes you feel like the most loved person on the whole ass planet.

5. Meeting the parents

Your parents : they were chill about you getting a bf, but they sure as hell didn't expect the Prince of Sweden standing infront of their door. They did a doubletake for sure. Maybe even a tripletake. Anyway, after some awkwardness they got along well, welcoming him into your family with open arms.

His parents: They were strict asf. Like during the whole dinner they kept looking you up and down, which made you slightly uncomfortable. Once dinner was over they went to talk about this situation with Wilhelm. Half an hour later he came back with the biggest smile on his face.

"They accepted it!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you. In that moment you two were the happiest couple in whole Sweden.

A/n : this person asked me to tag them in the wilhelm stories so @chaoticlittledamon

#edvin ryding #young royals #fanfic #wilhelm x reader #young royals netflix #television #netflix #prince wilhelm #x reader #gn reader #first kiss

[porchtart]

May I humbly ask who Nikolae and Katya are? (I assume they're your ocs??)

I've seen you tag half the stuff you've rbed from me with them and they sound p interesting ngl 👀

AHHHH omg of course! So sorry, they're all I think about these days so I'm sure most of my blog at this point is tagged with them haha! Nikolae is my OC, and Katya is my friend @angeyrot's OC! We are writing a long rp with them right now that we're going to turn into a more readable book series when we're done. We've written something like 300k words in the last 3 months alone, so there will be plenty to work with when the time comes to make it available for public consumption.

Nikolae is a very old, very violent and fucked up vampire that lives in a cursed living castle that is slowly dying. He's a very unpleasant, miserable person that I often describe as more animalistic than human, kind of like a maneating tiger that eats people that wander into his territory.

Katya is a vampire slayer that tracks Nikolae down with the intent of slaying him as revenge for the fact that he killed her mother. She's a very clever and cunning girl, but is not very wise. She's also extremely brutal and good at killing, like him.

Katya ends up being imprisoned by Nikolae in his castle, and their relationship develops from there. It's very Beauty and the Beast in a lot of ways, but like.... if they were both deeply traumatized and kind of horrible. She goes from actively trying to kill him to trying to learn more about him in order to hurt him very badly before killing him, and they end up sexually and romantically entangled. In the story we deal with a lot of themes of queerness and shame, and cycles of abuse and trauma.

Here's a post of angeyrot and I talking about the Themes and Vibes.

These two OC asks here and here have a little more info about Nikolae.

Tags: #katya tag/#yekaterina muzafarova, #nikolae tag/#nikolae horvatinčić, #nikkat tag, #slayerverse

Some more recent drawings of them:

Aaaaaaaand for posterity, a couple of old doodles with their old designs before Nikolae became bigger and more unkempt <3

#thank you for asking sorry i'm always tagging shit with them LMAO #babbles #asks #del-phin #nikkat tag #romcomdraws #rape mention #age gap for ts #blood tw #long post for ts

[dddragoni-drabbles]

I've been thinking a lot lately about the differences between writing and art as forms of creation and expression. (Yes, I know writing is a form of art, I'm using "art" here to mean drawings, don't get semantic on me.)

I've written a fair few things. Most of stuff ive posted publically is fanfiction for Blaseball, but I've got a couple original story drafts that have yet to see the light of day, as well as stuff I've written for dnd campaigns or dramatizations of games I've played. I've also doodled a few things, but I'm far more of a writer than I am an artist.

And what gets me about that is that art is able to be simple in a way that writing just... isn't. I'm not saying that as a way to put down art, to be clear. Doing art is hard work and takes a lot of practice, artists have earned their skill. What I mean is that while art can run the gamut from a doodle to a magnum opus, writing is locked to the top half of that scale. There's no written equivalent to a sketch or a portrait, something simple that is complete in and of itself. While art can tell a story, a written work, by its very nature, must include a story. And a story, by its very nature, must be dynamic.

There are a couple of things i feel like this impacts. First is the ability to create stuff for people. If I message a friend of mine and say "hey, I drew a picture of you," that's fun! It's cute! Totally normal thing to do. But if I tell someone "hey, I wrote something about you," that's a little weird. Because in writing, there must be a story, and in a story, there must be things happening. By writing an actual person into that story, I'm not just representing them, I'm ascribing thought and actions to them. Not a great thing to do to a real person. It leaves me feeling like I can't make things to show my friends how much I care about them without some convoluted workaround, like inputting us all into a simulator and narrating the result. I'm not making the decisions. I'm just the messenger.

The other thing that this affects is the ability to practice. Artists have sketchbooks, doodles, studies. References and techniques they can learn from. They can draw something over and over, refine their skill. There's no way to do this for writing. If you write out a story over and over, all you refine is your carpal tunnel. A story must have substance to it- not just to be good, but simply to exist.

So I'm going to try something. An experiment. I'm going to make a sideblog (the one that posted this,) and on that blog, I'm going to try and "sketch" stories. Little scenes, a few paragraphs long probably, without a greater context to them. No beginning, middle, and end. Different genres, different styles. Some original, some maybe fanfic-y. Some characters might show up again. I don't know. We're gonna see where this goes.

My goal is for this to be a daily thing, but I can't guarantee that because life happens.

#writing #personal #explainer #i guess the writing equivalent of a portrait would be like writing a description of someone or something? #i dunno doesnt feel the same

[octahedral-chaos]

Okay, your concept with Sonnet and Sakari is low-key very cool! Love the amount of detail you put into this stuff.

Anyways, I have a couple of things:

Kinda intrested to hear about the setting-

Also want to know a little more about Sonnet. Like, you said she was trapped in her own weapon for doing something terrible. I think you said something about killing another Light Starfolk. And if so, for what reason? Or was it accidental?

And... um... How is the public/ government going to react to a half-human, half-eldritch Sakari running around their community? I wonder if she'll become an urban legend-

Glad you love them! I'll be (hopefully) doodling their offical designs this evening!

Basically, I'm thinking of an urban-fantasy setting? Like It's the modern day, but there's monsters and stuff as well. Also magic... but it can only be used by specific sapient beings and humans aren't one of those (Unless they have an artifact of sorts).

Sakari's apartment is located near the Capital city of her country, which is also in the tropics! So she don't experience winter and stuff (Sonnet would be fascinated by the seasons, though).

Also for Sonnet, their story is a bit... sad, so to speak. They're a relatively young and inexperienced hunteress, who much rather explore than fight. In fact, while fighting their counterpart, there was another hunteress with them, trying to help. But... tragedy struck: their scythe slashed at their counterpart... and their fellow hunteress. This resulted in the death of both the hunter and the hunteress.

Due to this, they were banished by their kin for a simple mistake, and They weren't happy. In a fit of rage aimed at Sonnet, They sealed the little hunteress in their own scythe, cursing them for all of time. However, there is a way to free them... but unfortunately only They know... except LUCA just so happened to be eavesdropping on TOFA's plans.

I think Sakari would try to hide her starfolk traits to the best of her abilities. She usually wears a pretty long cloak currently, but as it progresses, she might have to hide from people entirely.

But all hope is not lost, as Sakari accidentally ends up with a random travelling party of adventurers while trying to find a way to break Sonnet's curse... and she would ask someone from said group to get her stuff from her old apartment, as she's going to be a similar type of starfolk to Angel, and she's also most likely would be 9 feet tall as a full-blown starfolk...

Plus, she did mention the whole ordeal with her and "her" scythe, which just also happened to have a trapped eldritch being in it, to said party, so she's not going to be pretty lonely. Other people, however.... let's just say that they'll be a bit freaked out-

So Sakari unintentionally becoming a sort of local legend is a thing that could happen...

#OCTAfan says stuff #OCTAfan answers #My ocs: Sonnet #My ocs: Sakari #Asterism Borealis #Long post #tw death mention #Ask to tag #Mystic-131

[definitelyy-not-a-vampire]

ASK GAME SPAMERO AYO! (ahem)

Let's see #s 1, 7, 8, 13, 15, 18, 25, and 30 :)

(yet another artist friend who is gonna have to deal with SOO MANY QUESTIONS haha, sorry not sorry, I AM ENDLESSLY CURIOUS AND MUST KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT MY ARTIST FRIENDS AND THEIR PROCESS AND SUCH! 🎊🎊🎊

PLS DON'T APOLOGISE, ASKS MAKE ME V HAPPY INDEEDY! 🥰☺️

This is much more… ex-art student orientated than character design/TSC/CS/ML orientated, I'm sorry! But it was quite nice to reflect on my uni degree and the body of work that I produced during that period of my life!

To make up for it, however, here are a couple of doods :D — a rather surly-looking Jack (wip; you can just about see Lucy in there too) and an adult!Fiera! (I need to update her design, this is just a prototype!)

Art programs you have but don’t use. Adobe Illustrator! I learnt to use it at uni (I studied Illustration and Design) but am much more disposed to Photoshop and Procreate.

A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate. Like a physical medium? Hmm… I’m going to say pastels. There are very few mediums I don’t work in (when I’m actually producing art, that is, lmao). I love oils, acrylics, charcoals. Pretty much everything. But pastels… I’ve never really taken the time to get to know them. Maybe I should!

What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in? During my final year of uni I wrote and illustrated my own children’s book. I am, to this day, quite proud of it and hope to one day finalise the illos. …Maybe. Possibly. I wouldn’t therefore say that I’ve “lost interest” in it, necessarily, but it’s certainly fallen to the wayside (it has after all been four years). 

A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing. This is very tricky bc I’m hard pressed to think of any creators whose work isn’t “my thing”. If it’s artsy then I’m gonna enjoy it, no matter what! With that in mind (and if it’s okay?) I may have to amend this to, “a creator who you admire but whose work you could never emulate”, and that creator is Georgia Lowe (@georgialowpapercuts on insta). She makes the most sublime paper cut outs — stunningly intricate, extraordinarily delicate! I adore them! I’m not sure I could ever have the patience to make something that time-consuming.

*Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth). In my flat. Typically while sitting (pretzel-like) on my sofa. I’m very boring! Although I have been known to take a sketchbook to the V&A or the Tate Britain, every once in awhile. Or on a walk around Hyde. It’s not a common occurrence, though. I don’t like to draw in public spaces lest someone ask to see what I’m working on! I’m extraordinarily shy about my work. 

An estimate of how many art supplies you’ve broken. Countless, lmao. I am a clumsy bean and shit happens. The most frustrating was when I tore a newly bought canvas. A very big canvas at that. Oh and when I dropped a bag full of chalks and charcoals — makes them so much harder to use! I also snapped a paintbrush once, because I didn’t realise how badly I was bending it while pouring over an exam piece. 

Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by. One of my editorial pieces was once likened to Escher's work, which — while enormously flattering — had not been my intention!

What piece of yours do you think is underrated. Looking back, there are several pieces I submitted as part of my overall body of coursework which I deeply disliked at the time (having been staring at them for months) but am now fairly fond of! One charcoal image of a horse, in particular, springeth to mind.

#TYVM Dani! #This was a lot of fun 🤩 #askbox games #art #I'm so sorry for how behind I am in posting Various Things That I've Mentioned Over the Past Few Weeks #I promise it's all coming #reviews #sibling hugs! #life's just a wee bit hectic atm!! #tsc #the santa clause #jack frost #character design