#i'd get on my knees for this skeleton

[caycanteven]

Him. The legend himself.

Rex is hot as fuck, all I gotta say. Anyway thank you sweet moot fren @tenderribcage for lettin' me go ham sobbing uncontrollably

also sorry for double ping, i fucked up the first time, was staring too hard at the skeleton.... QvQ

#I did it #i drew him in his lovely formal suit #he's so handsome #so hot #foaming at the mouth #heart be thumping #not me simping so hard #i just #i have a soft spot for it all #he's pulling it off so well #god i had so much fun #moots watched me do it #witnesses to my simpery #i had no restraint #no regerts #forgib #moot oc #my art #caycantdoodle #caycanteven #cay is simping again #can't help it #i'd get on my knees for this skeleton #do not even tempt me. #cays fanart

[oneforthemunny]

I'd imagine that every time Halloween rolls around, Rockstar!Eddie and Nepo Baby are on the cover of at least one magazine with a spooky Halloween photoshoot. I'm seeing a werewolf eating (out) a fair maiden. Or a pregnant Nepo Baby tied to a table and a Rockstar!Eddie getting ready to sacrifice her. Or them recreating a scene from the biggest horror movie of the year.

Only over the years, as the kids accumulate, it goes from Playboy to Parade. And instead of tits with fang punctures, you've got a line of tots in skeleton pajamas.

(This was originally meant to be a blurb prompt and I got carried away so now I think it's more just a Spooky Thought I had to share with you. Whatever, Happy First Day of Fall! 😂)

oneforthemunny's spooky stories: rockstar!eddie x reader's time warp

or how halloween looks through the years for rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader :) ps pics below are for inspo that i used not specific more of just how the photos looked or what the idea was based off of!

October 31st, 1992

“Look at you.” Eddie grinned, dimples and shining eyes when they rolled over your frame. “My bride.” 

That you were, both in and out of costume. It was the only recognizable part of yourself right now, your engagement ring. Your skin had been tinged a pale green, the SFX artist made your ‘gashes’ and ‘stitches’ look far too real for your liking. Tonight, you were the bride of Frankenstein, instead of Munson. 

“Look at you.” You pouted, eyes rolling over his costume. Not Frankenstein, but… a vampire? “What-What are you wearing?” You huff, throwing an arm out at his costume. “We’re supposed to be Frankenstein and-” 

“-Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s monster.” Eddie grinned, fake fangs making his smile more sinister looking. “I had a last minute change. Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein together? That’s scandalous. So much better, baby, believe me. No one’s done this before.” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the torn white dress to cover yourself. “When did you change your mind? While I was in makeup for six hours?” 

Eddie laughed, hands running down your skin. “I like your hair.” He muttered. “Think you should do this more often. Pretty metal look for you, baby.” 

“Yeah?” You hum, running a hand lightly over the electrified updo. “Too bad it’s a wig. Maybe I’ll keep it. Put it in the dungeon for you, when you want to get really weird and freaky.” 

“I always wanna get really weird and freaky with you.” Eddie growled, a low rasp in his tone that had your knees shaking. His lips ducked down towards yours, the fake blood around his mouth making your stomach turn. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Get these pictures first, then you can kiss me. I’m not sitting in makeup again, Munson, my ass was falling asleep. I was sitting there for so long.” 

“I can help you with that.” Eddie growled, a playful smack to your barely covered backside that had you shrilling, glaring at him through white contacts. 

October 31st, 1993

“You can barely even see the bump.” You huff, cradling your bare stomach in the mirror. “It just looks like I’m bloated.” 

“You’re out of your mind.” Eddie shook his head, inked hands cradling your torso. “You look so pretty.” 

Your lips settle in a pout, turning to the side, pushing your stomach out further in the pink, frilly lingerie from the 60’s. The sheer robe tied at your collarbones, flowing over your frame beautifully, parting so your belly could poke out. It wasn’t the pregnancy announcement you expected to have, but a fun one, regardless. One that would leave a shocking impression when it was sent to the press. 

Eddie’s ‘costume’ hung around his waist, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. You grinned at the green, scaly suit- designed to subtly resemble Creature From The Black Lagoon’s monster. 

You smirked to yourself, looking at Eddie through the mirror. “My parents are going to hate this.” You grin, nearly proud. It made Eddie’s heart skip. 

“Good.” Eddie snorted with an eye roll. “Not their baby. Not their choice.” He shrugged, hands roaming protectively over your soft, stretched skin. “Victor shouldn’t hate it too much, right? It’s a movie reference, at least.” 

You laughed lightly. “True, and I’m… more covered than last time, right?” You grin, smoothing your hand over your exposed skin. 

“Definitely, much more reserved than last time.” Eddie grinned, chin hooking over your shoulder. “We have to be more appropriate, Button, now that we’re going to be parents.” Eddie mocked your father’s posh, droning tone, quoting what Victor nagged about over the last brunch you had together- a month ago when you told them you were expecting. 

Eddie’s lips pursed at the pinch still unfaltering in your brows, hands still smoothing over your belly. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie rasped, hand cradling your jaw gently, pulling your eyes to meet his. Those soft eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time you found yourself in their gaze. 

“Fuck ‘em, alright? This isn’t their baby, it’s our baby.” Eddie muttered. “You wanna do this? We don’t have to. I’ll tell them all to go fuck off if you want me to. Or we can do something different. Do the Mummy things if you want to. Just say the word. Your call-” 

“Ed.” The smile he’d been looking for graced your face finally. “I still want to do the photos. I’m just… I’m having a moment. I’m hormonal, and-and I’m just having a moment.” 

Eddie grinned, plush lips pressing a kiss to your nose. “Have a moment. You look hot, though.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered, eyes fluttering to look up at him through the strip of false lashes. “Not bloated?” 

Eddie snorted. “Definitely not. Very pregnant. Very, very hot.” 

October 31st, 1994 

“Ed, is she looking?” You say through a smile, eyes still trained on the camera. 

“No, she keeps looking at you.” Eddie huffed, lowering the camera. “Looking at your webs.” 

No crew this time, oh no, Eddie wanted to do it all on his own. The set up wasn’t elaborate, but your costume was. The Black Widow, finished with webs that attached to your dress, hung around you for the perfect dramatic effect Eddie was looking for. In your arms, your little itsy bitsy spider, Persephone. 

“Sephy,” Eddie cooed. “Fuck, babe, where’s the rattle thing? The lamb?” 

“I grabbed it. Look behind you.” You nodded, cradling Persephone closely, her little hands reaching for you and pulling the fake spider arms with her. “You’re just a pretty little spider, aren’t you? The cutest little spider!” 

“Found it!” The camera bounced on Eddie’s chest, shooting you a dimpled grin that had you flushing. “Look at me, Sephy! Look at Daddy!” 

You fixed her in your arms, cradling her to your side. “Is she looking?” 

“Yes, she is!” Eddie lilted in that babbling baby talk that had your heart swelling. “Look at my little spider. That’s so good, look at Daddy!” 

“You sure you don’t want to be in this one?” You asked, hoisting Sephy up higher into your arms, swaying her lightly. 

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, looking down at the camera, pulling out the film. “Just wanna look at you, baby.” He winked. 

October 31st, 1999

“Kensie,” You coo, looking down at the red faced four year old, desperately trying to keep her from tearing off her ears, two fuzzy clips that mimicked a cute werewolf. “We just need to take a couple of photos, and then we can change and go Trick-or-Treating, I promise.” 

“I wanna go no-o-ow!” Kensie wailed, a piercing sob that had you cringing, the twins stirring in their black bassinet prop. 

“Kensington,” Eddie grit, adjusting Persephone’s cape. “Trick-or-Treating hasn’t even started. There’s nothing out there right now. No candy.” 

You glared at him lightly, though Kensie’s sniffles did ease. “No?” She asked, head tilting to the side sweetly. 

Eddie shook his head, green painted frown softening lightly. “No, baby. Doesn’t start until six. We have plenty of time.” 

“Better quit frowning, baby.” You hum, tapping your finger on Eddie’s creasing forehead paint. 

This year's theme was a take on the classic, creepy show from the 60’s. What better way to celebrate your still growing family than this? Everyone else was favoring the Addams Family this year, but not the Munson’s- Munster’s. 

“Are you ready, Mrs. Munson?” Phil asked, looking up from his camera at you. 

You nodded, fixing your dress while you stood next to Eddie, one hand on the bassinet. “You think they can tell?” You grit through your smile, your dress snug when you turn towards him. 

“No.” Eddie gritted back, eyes flickering down to your abdomen, just starting to swell with baby number five. “You look good, baby, always do.”

#oneforthemunny #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson au #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson smut #oneforthemunny spooky stories #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson x pregnant!reader

[wellfine]

HII I love your art so much it's so expressive and it feels like theres so much movement in it! I was wondering if u had any tips or advice to help with that? I practice anatomy and expression so much but it seems like everything I draw on my own is so stiff!! Anyway I hope you have a great week :)) <3

Hi there! Firstly, thank you so much for the kind words, it means a lot that you would take the time to tell me!

Second- my advice is to take everything you've learned about anatomy and THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW!!!!!!!

... For now. Just into the front yard so you can keep an eye on it. But I have seen many artists concentrate chiefly on studying anatomy only to feel like their art ends up too stiff. My own experience has been to treat anatomy as a tool best used to correct an image in the later stages of construction rather than as your driving foundation.

If "correct" anatomy (however you choose to define that) is the priority of your undersketches, I find that you end up with a sort of Skeleton Song approach to drawing - y'know, the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone, etc etc. Whatever energy, emotion, or intent you wanted your drawing to convey is getting lost each time you split it into another anatomical segment. By over-focusing on individual parts, you lose sight of your image as a whole.

The key to conveying dynamic movement in motionless art is to ensure every element of your image agrees on and communicates the same action, the key to which is something called the line of action.

A line of action is simply that - an implied "line" with wich you lead the viewer's eye and communicate movement. Think of it as the core of your figure's action, simplified to its rawest form. By knowing this, you know what to emphasise and what to de-emphasise.

Well, art is a visual medium and I am better explaining with drawings than words or I'd never have picked up a pen in the first place, so:

Images can have multiple lines of action, lines of action can complement and contrast each other, and a line of action isn't always as obvious as something like running. Imagine you're tring to make your art more "aerodynamic" to the eye. Since I draw a lot of One Piece fanart, I assume you're also familiar with it, and you can probably imagine how Oda uses "lines of action" when composing panels of Luffy punching something, Zoro slicing something, Sanji kicking something- etc etc. He's really good at selling the "oomph" of action shots by reducing visual clutter so that the impact of the action is greater.

(The Monster Trio's abilities are all designed in such a way that allow for REALLY striking lines of action... you can tell Oda loves studying manga fight scenes and wanted to create a world where he could push these concepts to the limit, and it's no wonder One Piece caught the eye of animators even before it was serialised by Toei)

You're probably already noticing how line of action also feeds into composition and silhouette when it comes to conveying movement in an image. Basically put, once you've isolated whatever action it is that you want to convey, the more visual clutter you can streamline away from that action, the stronger an impact that will have on the viewer. A firm line of action, an uncomplicated silhouette for your figure, and a readable overall composition of your image/panel are all ways to minimise visual clutter.

You can also use this information to achieve the opposite effect! Sometimes the ideal action you want to convey is not fast, or powerful, or confident, and you can use the same principles.

In fact, you can apply line of action to images that don't have any "action" in them at all. You can make a drawing of someone simply standing there feel more lively by applying these same principles to their body language:

You can develop an eye for how to simplify movement down to its "lines of action" by studying real photos and other people's art. Try simplifying a figure to its silhouette, and then simplify that silhouette further to a stick figure. And honestly, a lot of this could be boiled down to "see your image as a whole and not just a collection of individual pieces". Set anatomy aside during the composition stage and bring it back in when you start building up the sketch.

Moving away from the line of action, my second piece of broad advice is simply to exaggerate more. Lots of artists subconsciously hold themselves back from pushing motion, expression, etc. out of concern that it will look "too much". Well, maybe it will- but you won't know that unless you try! You can always walk it back if you think you took it too far, but I think you'll be surprised by how far you can push your art before you hit that point.

My final piece of advice is to work on line confidence. Even if you follow the rest of this advice, if you have hesitant and scratchy lines, you're undermining the flow and punch of your art. The best way to improve line confidence is simply by practicing! Do a lot of quick, timed studies, and use a permanent medium like a ballpoint pen or marker. Focus on unbroken lines wherever possible even if it makes your studies look like garbo. I find traditional studies are best for improving line confidence, but if you'd really rather stick with digital then just don't let yourself use the eraser tool, and try using a chunky brush with limited pressure sensitivity.

And that's it! Don't stress about it too much though. Loosen up with your art and, like any other skill, you'll improve with practice, time, and analysing what you like about other people's art. Good luck!

#long post #sorry this is so long I just didn't want to hide it behind a cut because I think a lot of people would miss it #I hope this was helpful in some way! I'm always flattered whenever anyone thinks I'd know enough to ask HAHA #if I have the time then I'm always happy to answer questions like this! :) #not that I am an expert by any means but I can at least share what's worked for me

[gingerjolover]

What I Want - Lucy Dacus x fem!reader

Synopsis: Lucy and her gf go to a halloween party and jealous!lucy makes an appearance.

G's notes: this was a request, shoutout to the anon who requested and the anon who asked for one of the boys and soft!gf to go as shego and kim possible (idk if ur the same person or not hehe)

wc: somewhere around 800?

warnings: RPF, alcohol, partying, touchin n grindin, slightly insecure soft!gf, jealous!lucy, no fundamental physical descriptors?

"You're sure it looks okay?" you ask, adjusting your shirt, the ribbed cropped 3/4 sleeve riding up slightly. Lucy smiles pulling your hands away, her own going to the hem to adjust it for you. "You look fine angel, why are you stressing?" she asks, a smirk on her face.

You run your hands down your cargo pants, turning around in the mirror. "I don't look funny?"

"Baby, you look hot," Lucy laughs, her own body adorned in black and green, her black hair styled and framing her face, her upper lip painted black. "I'd kiss you, but," Lucy says, pointing to her lips.

You pucker your lips anyway, your girlfriend giggling as she leans in to kiss you sweetly, hand moving across your back, pulling you in.

"Okay, c'mon, we're gonna be late," Lucy says, pulling away, her thumb rubbing your upper lip.

"Let me just grab my lipstick. I'll meet you in the car?" you ask, kissing her cheek quickly as you run to put some last-minute things in your fanny pack.

Lucy nods, grabbing her phone and heading out to the car where some of your friends are waiting. You lock up, head outside, and get to the party surprisingly quickly considering LA traffic.

You and Lucy walk in, fingers laced together, seeking out Phoebe, Julien, and some of your other friends. There's mandatory mingling, walking around, feeling out the vibe. The compliments you receive on your costumes help ease some of the anxiousness, Lucy holding your hips as you move through the crowd.

She eventually leaves you with Jo and Kelli, your eyes wide as you stare at what looks like... the beast with tits? They have you doubled over in laughter, Kelli wiping her eyes when you feel a pinch on your butt. You turn around and see Julien, Phoebe, and some of your other friends, immediately hugging them. "Look at you!" Phoebe says, winking.

"Me? Look at you PB," you say, looking at her costume, her skeleton body suit, knee-high boots, and black lipstick (you guys know the photo) are eerily close to her everyday attire. She smirks softly and looks around, "Where's Luce?"

"Getting drinks, did you-" you start to ask when "What I Want" by Muna starts to play. You and Kelli share a look before Phoebe grabs your hand, twirling you into her, a bunch of you getting into the middle of the backyard where people are already dancing. It takes no time at all for Phoebe to have her hands on your hips, moving your back against her front, grinding against you, both of you giggling wildly. Julien is holding your hands, moving them back and forth to the beat. Eventually, Julien pulls you from Phoebe, smacking a wet kiss on your cheek before twirling you playfully.

"Having fun?" Lucy asks, appearing out of nowhere, holding two drinks in her hands. Naomi stands behind her with wide eyes, looking at you and shaking their head playfully. You cock your head to the side, a confused look on your face. "Come dance Lu," you beckon softly, loud enough to be heard over the music. There's a twinkle in Lucy's eyes; they darken just a little as she stares at you. Phoebe smirks before taking your drink from Lucy's hand and handing it to you. "Someone's jealous," Phoebe teases in a sing-song tone.

"No she's not," you say scoffing, before looking at her again. "oh my god are you?" you ask, a bit shocked.

"Nope," she says, sipping her red solo cup, walking towards Jo.

"Wait-" you start, before Julien pulls you back in as another song starts to play. Your body moves however Julien pulls you, your eyes locked onto Lucy. She smirks softly, nodding at you as she raises an eyebrow. You turn back around, allowing yourself to move against Julien and Phoebe, relishing in the feeling of your girlfriend's eyes boring into you.

Several songs later, Phoebe lets you go with a "you're welcome dude," a kiss to your cheek, and a small push on your ass towards Lucy.

"Hi," you say slightly out of breath, Lucy wrapping her arm around you, kissing your hair as she hands you her drink. "That's not my lipstick on your cheek, is it?" she asks, her voice low and raspy in your ear. You gulp down the alcohol, shaking your head. "No, it's Phoebe's," you breathe out, her hand sliding down your back. One of the straps from your cargo pants proves to be the perfect anchor, Lcuy grabbing it and pulling you closer. "I'll remember that tonight," she says, tones dangerously low as she kisses a spot under your ear. She licks her thumb, wiping off Phoebe's lipstick before placing small kisses all over your face and neck, marking you quickly and possessively.

"There," she says nonchalantly.

"What? Why did you do that?" you ask, unable to see your face or the black lipstick covering your skin. You're fighting a smile, Lucy's jealousy very rarely bubbles to the surface.

"You're mine," she says low, kissing and biting your neck before patting you on the ass. "Just want to make sure everyone knows who you're leaving with tonight..."

#anon cutie requested #lucy dacus x reader #lucy dacus mini fic #boygenius mini fic #boygenius x reader #gingy’s halloweekend #i can't tell if i like this one #she needs to be more jealous i think #im working on it

[familyvideostevie]

hugs that last a beat too long for Eddie please? <3

i think every hug with eddie lasts long because he's a hugger <3 here you go dear! i tried to make it a little festive too, so happy Halloween! __

"Fuck!" you scream. Robin fists her hand in your jacket, her knuckles pressing into your back.

"Go, go, go!" she yells. In hindsight, the haunted house you're in was a bad idea. Neither of you is well-equipped for this kind of terror no matter how much money you bet Steve and Eddie that you'd make it without bailing.

"When is this thing fucking over?" you hurl behind you as you dodge a clown with a chainsaw. You've been in here for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, an hour, you don't know. "Shit!" A nurse with blood down the front of her uniform laughs at you.

"My eyes are closed, I don't know!" Strobe lights flash and a skeleton launches out of the wall at you so you grab Robin's hand and yank her down a hallway of mirrors and then --

You exit into the fall evening, maniacal laughter and scary stuff behind you, gulping fresh air with your hands on your knees.

Slow clapping comes from somewhere in front of you. "Nice work," Steve says. "Looks like you earned twenty bucks."

"I'd like to see you give it a go, Harrington," you say. Robin punches him in the arm.

"Nah, Steve's a wimp." He doesn't deny it.

"Hey," you say, "where did Eddie--"

"Boo!" You jump about three feet in the air, screaming louder than you did in the house with Robin. You whirl around and find the boy you were just looking for with his hands in the air and a smirk on his face.

"Not funny," you yell. "Come on!" You're not really that mad, but your adrenaline is still pumping and he can tell. Maybe that's why he gathers you in his arms and pulls you to his chest.

"Aw, sorry, sweetheart," he says into your hair. "Couldn't resist." His embrace is firm and his neck smells sweet. "Forgive me?"

You should let go, but you don't want to. Eddie's heartbeat against yours calms you down, even though yours doesn't slow. But now it's not so much the adrenaline as it is his closeness. "Maybe," you say. "If you buy me some kettle corn. And I mean a big bag, Eddie."

He squeezes you once, just a quick tightening of his arms. "Okay," he says in your ear.

"Jesus, guys," Steve moans. "We're freezing over here. Can we get a move on?" Eddie releases you but tucks your hand into the crook of his elbow. His cheeks are a little pink and he smiles at you crookedly.

"A big bag, huh?" he whispers. "Bet we could get Harrington to get us two."

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #blurb

[helaelaemond]

Who Walkedst on the Foaming Deep - Tom Bennett x male reader

Pairing: Tom Bennett x male reader, mentions of past Tom x female reader (third person POV)

Summary: Tom Bennett needs the touch of a lover, but in the middle of the Atlantic, options are limited. In a quiet corner of the HMS Exeter, he finds something akin to satisfaction.

Anal sex (reader receiving), mentions of homophobia.

Rating: E

Word count: 1.8k

Thank you @arcielee for helping to guide this fic in the right direction!

Tom bites his lip to keep quiet. His fist is tight around his hard cock, and he strokes himself hard and fast. Behind his closed eyes, he still sees her. She had been so fucking beautiful on that dock, leaning back and eyeing him like she wanted nothing else in the world but his mouth on her cunt. The salt of sea spray reminds him of her fucking taste. Within ten minutes of meeting her, he'd so gratefully sunk to his knees in front of her and had her on his tongue until she came undone.

It makes his heart race. His teeth dig into his lower lip in a poor imitation of her biting kiss. And his cock remains hard.

Getting over that final edge is fucking difficult tonight. The tiniest grunt of frustration escapes him and he lets his cock go. With the other hand, he rubs his face. It's well into the early hours of the morning, and most of the crew, like him, are cramped into bunks to try to get some rest.

The night watch are about, but it's a skeleton crew in the dark. No one notices when he slips silently from his bed. He puts a small pot of petroleum jelly into his pocket - there's no shame in keeping his skin protected against the dry sun of the South American Atlantic - and slinks out of the communal cabin.

Everyone knows where the nancies go. He's not a nancy. But maybe one of them will let him sheath his cock and find the release he needs.

Past the galley kitchens and into the little hall used for dining, Tom goes, and he checks over his shoulder now and again to make sure no one sees him. He's still noticeably hard, and the strain is uncomfortable. The hall's dark. He stands still as the door closes behind him with a quiet creak, and looks into the gloom.

"Didn't think I'd see you here," a low voice greets him.

Tom's lip curls. "Your lucky day, eh?"

The sailor, hidden in the shadows, snorts. "I always wondered if you were one of us."

"Hate to disappoint, mate; just need a hand."

"You got two of them, last I checked."

"You check me often?"

The other man walks slowly towards him until he's caught in a sliver of pale moonlight. "D'you want me to?"

Tom grins. "You can do whatever you like, mate. But don't expect nowt from me in return."

"I don't think anyone expects anything of you, Tom Bennett."

"D'you like the way my name tastes?"

"You're a right cocky bastard. You know that, right?" the sailor replies. But he wastes no time in finding the waistband of Tom's trousers. Why wait? They both know whey they're here.

"Might have been told that before." Tom glances down between them. "You gonna suck me off, then?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I thought you came here to get fucked." And then his arms are around the slender man and he turns him quickly and tries to bend him over one of the dining tables.

"'ey, what d'you think you're playing at?" Tom protests in surprise.

"I know what you want," he replies with a smug smile. "All that posturing, winding everyone up, you just want someone to put you in your place, don't you?"

Tom laughs dryly, and manages to turn around to face him. "I'm not a bender, mate."

"Yet here you are."

He sniggers. "Look, I just wanna get off. And as the girl I really want is an ocean away, you're the next available thing. So either let me fuck you, or I'll find someone who will."

The other man considers him for a moment, but then he grins. "Got a johnny?"

"Nah." He reaches into his pocket and brings out the little pot of Vaseline. "Got this, though."

"Ever fucked a man before, Tom?"

"No."

"Ever thought about it?"

"Maybe."

The other man chuckles lowly. "Does it make you hard?"

"Doesn't matter what does. You gonna help me?"

"Yeah." His voice is low, sultry. "Yeah, I am."

When he tries to kiss him, Tom turns his head away with a downturned mouth. "Not on my face."

"Got it." The other man wastes no other time, and he slips his hand into Tom's trousers. He finds him hot and hard, and when he rests his head between his collar and jaw, the slender man sighs through gritted teeth. He gives him a few experimental strokes, and he's rewarded with another sigh.

Tom's eyes close for a moment. The attention between his legs is such a welcome relief after weeks - months - without the touch of another person. Doesn't matter right now that it's a man. Whatever. He could die tomorrow - might as well go satisfied. And his fellow sailor knows what he's doing. Shit, he twists his hand around him and covers his tip with his thumb, and it pulls a choked moan from him.

"You like that?" the other man asks in satisfaction.

"No," Tom lies, but he's grinning. "What else you got up your sleeve?"

"You're such a piece of shit. Give me the jelly. Cover your cock in it, too."

Tom scoops a small amount onto his fingers before handing the little pot over, and he watches through the darkness as the man pulls off his trousers and bends over. He reaches behind him and rubs the Vaseline over his puckered hole for Tom to see. It's with curiosity that he watches, stroking himself until his cock is slick and smooth, too. He swallows thickly when the man slips two fingers inside himself.

This shouldn't make his cock twitch. This shouldn't fill his mind with the haze of lust. But it's the most erotic thing he's seen in months. He shouldn't be this turned on by a fucking man bending over and presenting himself. When the man meets his gaze and nods, Tom grins.

"Go slow," he tells him.

Tom nods, and presses the blunt head of his cock against his entrance. Inching forwards, his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck, it feels so good. He's missed this, feeling engulfed by the heat of someone else's body. And this is so different to the pussy he's been given before. The tight ring of muscle welcomes him into an entirely different tightness, one that relaxes and contracts like a heartbeat. It makes him grunt quietly.

"Shit."

Below him, the man hisses through his teeth. "Give me a moment, Tommy."

"Yeah. Yeah, take your time." Using every ounce of his self-control, Tom holds still as he groin presses against a soft backside. But he can't resist leaning over and biting the back of the man's neck. He chases his teeth with a hot kiss there. It feels so good to press his lips against skin. It's unfamiliar skin, it doesn't taste like her.

But if he closes his eyes, he can see her again. The woman on the docks. The woman with stars in her eyes.

"Alright," the man grunts. "Have me, Tom."

Something about the gruff neediness in his voice makes Tom's stomach flip in excitement. He thrusts against him in a few experimental movements, hands digging into narrow hips, and the noise of their skin slapping brings shivers along his spine. He does it again, and then again, harder this time. Faster.

And then he's fucking him, he's really fucking him. Tom grits his teeth as pleasure begins to wash over him steadily, and he pulls up his tunic to watch where his cock disappears into the other man's body. It's obscene, how it glistens with the jelly in the moonlight, how hot and slick it feels, how the noises of their joining mingle with their breaths.

"Fuck," he grunts. The word is drawn out, and rumbles deep in his chest.

Beneath him, bent over the table and with knees that are beginning to tremble, the other man tenses and relaxes over and over and soon, Tom's thrusts match the beating of his body. He's soon lost in pleasure, and whether he should touch the man under him or not doesn't matter anymore. He can touch himself, after all.

The tightness around his cock is exactly what he needs. The warm body under his hands, the heartbeat rushing through sensitive skin, it's all exactly what he's been craving. Pleasure builds across the back of his shoulders and down his thighs, crowning his scalp and tightening in his stomach.

"Fuck," he breathes, "shit, shit, shit, I-"

When he tries to pull out, his partner throws back a hand to touch his hip. "Inside," he begs. Only then does Tom notice how quickly and firmly the man is stroking his own cock.

The sight of it pushes him over the edge, and it's the sound of his begging that chases him into oblivion. He fucks him hard as he comes, reaching onto his toes and leaning forward and pressing as deeply as he can inside the pliant body. "Fuck!"

Seed spurts from him into the man's passage, and after a moment, he feels as much as he sees him come apart, too. The clenching of muscles around him makes him whine softly, and he winces as he pulls out too fast. His cock is dark and glistening as he withdraws from the man, cum oozing from his hole and cooling in the air. He grins in satisfaction. It makes his head drop back. His smile is smug.

"Nice one, mate," he says after a moment. He pulls a tissue from his pocket and wipes his cock as clean as he can, before pulling his trousers back up.

"Yeah," he chuckles breathlessly. "That was better than I expected."

"Exceed your wildest dreams, did I?"

"Fuck off, Tom." He grins. Straightening up, he reaches for him, but Tom doesn't let him touch him.

"Right then," he answers after an awkward pause. For once, he's lost for a smart comment. "Well. Best not to tell anyone about this. Got a reputation, and all."

The sailor snorts. "Yeah, me too. Can't let anyone think I'd stoop so low as let the likes of you near me."

"Ouch," Tom mocks. "I'm wounded."

He gives him a tight-lipped smile, before walking past him. "Let me know next time you need a hand. Or a mouth."

Infuriartingly, the words slide over Tom's skin like silk, making it difficult to retort. He clears his throat. "You should be so lucky."

"Yeah. That's the hope."

#tom bennett x reader #tom bennett x male reader #tom bennett x you #mine #ewan mitchell

[aceghosts]

Rooney and Jack Shepard (Cyberpunk 2077)

If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at sea I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe I've got you, brother

Brother by Kodaline

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Transcript of the middle part: From a young age, the Shepard siblings have always been close, especially as the only two survivors of an attack on their small Canadian town. Both manage to thrive, with Rooney joining the military and Jack continuing his education.

In 2071, Rooney is killed in action. Distraught, Jack seeks answers on their death, only to be told nothing. When it becomes clear that Arasaka might be involved, Jack joins Arasaka in Night City in 2044, hoping to find more information on Rooney.

On a rainy night in 2075, Jack finds Rooney alive on his doorstep, looking the same as ever, except for their new Arasaka arm. Ecstatic to be reunited with Rooney, Jack demands answers, yet Rooney refuses, telling him to drop it. He doesn't, continuing to watch for any information he can find on what happened. When Yorinobu becomes CEO in 2077, both siblings are about to get more than they bargained for.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp2077edit #cyberpunk 2077 oc #I won't let fear compromise who I am #Commander Rooney Shepard #Jack Shepard #I'm a little iffy about how this turned out #but I'm feeling the love for Rooney and Jack's sibling relationship tonight #I love them so much and really wanna talk about them #if I did a lore post would people be interested? #I can tag y'all if you want #also I included the middle part as a transcript as well #since it's kind of hard to see #also I still can't tell if they look alike #i'm bad at trying to create characters in a CC lol

[randomgooberness]

WHATS UP. SORRY THIS COMIC IS 15 IMAGES LONG LMAO I HAVEN'T USED THE NEW POST EDITOR YET SO THIS IS FORMATTED BADLY. Here's a scene from the hlvraifm au! It takes place not long after the scene where Mind was mean to Gordon about breaking his knee GFDHFDKSJ

THE BASIC CONTEXT HERE IS: Gordon shot at the skeleton that only He Can See, and Mind was already at his breaking point because his withdrawals were setting him off- so nausea with the sudden rage and screaming meant he got sick. He and Gordon have a talk! It doesn't go well(at first)!

If you want to see this conversation resolve itself, the rest is written by me and @shineyfish under the cut! Just read the warnings lol

WARNING: THE REST OF THIS SCENE CONTAINS SOMEONE TAKING DRUGS. IT IS CONTROLLED BUT STILL UNADVISED! It should be obvious but we do NOT condone it LMAO

"Just- just forget about it."

"No, I-! I-I want to know- I want to help-" Gordon said, scooting closer. "And- and you're sick, too- is that what you're mad at me for? That I- that I didn't notice? I-I don't know what even caused it you and I are the only ones who haven't drank the fucking...gross sewage water- but we can- man, I-I'm sure we can take another rest day if we need- or- or I could try to carry you? Dr. Coomer probably could, too-"

Mind was shaking, shuffling backward a little. His eyes were wide as he stared at Gordon, expression filled with fear.

"I'm, I'm good! Get the- back away, please. I need space."

If he wasn't paralyzed with fear he would run. He would run so far from this place, aliens be damned. He needed to get out of here alive. He needed to get out. 

When he said he wanted more answers about him, he didn't mean like this. This just gave him more questions, and made his teeth hurt. 

"I'm just in pain. A lot of fuckin' pain. I can keep going."

Gordon backed up, looking down guiltily. 

"Shit- sorry," he muttered. "...I... I-I dunno if you're...if you've got like, a fever- or how I'd check right now- but-" 

He paused and furrowed his brows. 

"...no...no your suit would treat you for that. Your suit would give you medicine if you got a virus or something- so you're..." 

He blinked, tilting his head the other way now, looking at Mind again. 

"...The fucks going on with you, man?"

Mind’s breath hitched. Shit.

"What are you, a fuckin' cop? Get off my ass about it, I don't need to tell you anything."

He wheezed again, raising his hand to his mouth. God, he felt horrible. Everything ached. He needed something. Pills, morphine, god he will take getting into a fight with someone just for the adrenaline at this point. 

"God I hate this."

Gordon stared at him, worry in his expression before his brows furrowed, and he huffed out his nose, pursing his lips. 

He looked away and opened his mouth to speak, failing a few times in a row, as if he were trying to say something more calm and nice, before looking right back at Mind, lips drawn back in a snarl. 

"You DO need to tell me!" He snapped. "So I can fucking HELP you! You just THREW UP and you expect me not to fucking do anything!?" 

He made an angry, and pained noise, turning his hands towards the ground so they could push him up onto his feet- which made him hiss in pain, but he stood, staring down at Mind with gritted teeth. 

"You're fucking hiding shit and it's setting us back! If you- if you can't trust me how the fuck am I supposed to trust you!?"

That made Mind shut the fuck up. Very suddenly he was Listening Intently, shoulders raised and curling in on himself.

He felt sick again. How his stupid body could even do that to him after already throwing up was a wonder and a curse.

His voice was very quiet when he answered.

"You wanna fuckin know so badly? Fine. I need Oxy, I haven't had pills in days and was banking on the stash I had here, but someone must have fuckin' snitched, cause I couldn't find shit in my locker. Everything hurts and aches, I feel sick and gross and I have had a killer fuckin headache since the stupid rescas even happened."

He growled at Gordon slightly, defensive.

"I wasn't gonna bring shit up because it doesn't matter. I've dealt with withdrawals before, I'm not useless. I know what I'm doing."

Gordon flinched, and blinked at him. 

"...Ohhh. Oh shit-" He said, looking to the ground. "...Ohhh fuck that's- not good! Okay- well, thanks for telling me-" He paused. "...Your suit has morphine, y'know."

Mind's expression withered.

"I am... I am very aware. I'm apparently not in enough pain for it to give me it."

God, he was not having a good time here.

"...Uh," Gordon played with his hands. "...I...look, I-I've never really- gotten the time to look at the blueprints for the HEV suit other than the uh. medical module- mostly so I could uh- know what the fuck it was doing- I...I can see if I can...trick yours into giving you a little? If it'll help?"

Mind yawned again, but his eyes went wide.

"I don't know if I fully trust you to do that."

He weighed his options though, and man he really needed something.

"... Sure."

"...Alright, cool, uh-" 

Gordon moved to scoot closer, before pausing. 

"...Do you still need space, or?"

Mind didn't answer, instead just moving closer to Gordon himself. Being in the same position was starting to kill his muscles.

Gordon sat there, still playing with his hands. 

"...Uh, y-you need to turn around."

He did so without complaint!... Towards Gordon. He was hissing practically the entire time about his joints.

Gordon let out a small, good-natured chuckle. 

"Thanks," he said, before tilting his head at the module. Four screws...

Ideally, he really, really would've liked a screwdriver right now. But he didn't have one. 

...He did have a combat knife he found off of a soldier, though-! 

Twirling it in his hand a few times, he looked at the screws, lined up the tip of it, and made a noise of triumph when it fit! He didn't fucking expect that! Oh my god- why did it-? Nevermind. Didn't matter, he got right to work unscrewing the cover.

"What is that noise for, what did you do-"

Mind was so incredibly uncomfortable with the position he was in. He did not like having potential enemies out of his line of sight, but he couldn't complain about shit or he wasn't getting that sweet sweet relief.

"Nothing- nothing I just- didn't expect the-" Oh, don't tell Mind you had a knife against his back. "Don't worry about it, we're making progress." 

He took off the cover, and if Mind could see him, his eyes would light up a little at the sight. He stuck his tongue out as he focused, trying to be quick for the guy but genuinely fascinated by the machinery. Black Mesa sucked, but the soldiering of the wires was amazing. 

After a few moments, he found a small screen, and an even smaller keypad- annoyingly small. He made a noise of frustration as he decided to use the tip of the knife instead of pressing them with his gloved, giant fingers. 

"Shit...The manual override is locked with a passcode," he muttered. "Uh...Hmm. Okay, gimme a sec, I'm going hackermode."

Mind snorted, trying to keep himself from shaking too much.

"What the fuck do you mean by that-"

"It means I'm trying to crack the damn passcode. Sorry, this might take a WHILE, it- wait what." 

He paused, before letting out a long, long sigh. 

"Was the passcode SERIOUSLY 1234?"

Mind Cackled.

"THERE IS NO WAY THAT IS THE PASSCODE. YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME."

He was in so much pain. And the number holding him back from pain relief was the easiest to guess thing in the world.

"That doesn't even surprise me! Knowing this place, it's probably the code to other things too."

"Let's- lets use that code for everything, now. Fuck it!" Gordon laughed, a grin on his face. 

There was a few rounds of beeping, before he let out a sigh. 

"...Okay, uh- th-the suit uh, has the automatic amount to um- it's automatically a decently high dosage for uh, your weight, I think? It should be the same amount I was given, but uh, I-I'm worried about...it messing with you too much. Are you sure you'll be alright? I can lower the dosage," 

The expression Mind made at the thought of lowering the dosage was something to behold. It took everything in him to be casual about this.

"I can handle it. I don't think this thing accounts for muscle and joint pain, and if it does the threshold is incredibly fuckin high."

"...Okay, man, but uh- let me know if you need me to- I-I dunno. Lemme know if we need to stop for the day cause you feel too fucked up, okay...?" He said. "...Are you ready?"

"Gordon. Please just give me it."

Mind sounded a little out of it.

Gordon stared at him for a moment. 

"...alright man." 

He pressed the confirm button, and watched Mind carefully, making sure he had no adverse reactions.

Mind let out a shaky breath, honest to god about to cry over this. Finally.

It took a minute for the morphine to kick in, but the second that he could feel it he visibly relaxed, pupils dilated. It wasn't as high as his normal dosage for shit like this, but it was close enough to get rid of the pain, and for that alone he was thankful. If he can get through a bit more of Black Mesa without feeling dizzy or sick, he'd be golden.

"Thank you."

Gordon felt himself swallow and looked at the ground. 

"...Right, yeah, of course-" He said. "...Sorry it took me so long to notice you were going through it, man." 

He started to put the cover back on, screwing everything back into place.

" 's fine, wasn't exactly jumping to tell you 'bout it."

Mind seemed... Chiller, honestly. A little disconcerting from his previous demeanor but that's drugs for you. 

He was tapping against the ground now, mostly just to do something with his hands.

"...I can get why. I-I'm a little worried, but I'm not going to judge you, or anything." 

He let out a sigh once the panel was back on, tight as he could get it, and he rubbed at his face. 

"...Are you still mad at me?"

Mind stretched a little, shoulders popping.

"Nnnope. It's just a clip anyway, we'll probably find like... A million more from the military around here."

"Wh- really?? Just like that??" Gordon blinked a few times, tilting his head. Mind turned to face him, a little confused.

"Yeah? Told you, man, 's just the clip I was pissed off about."

"...Okay, that's...alright." He let out a sigh, before struggling to get up again. He grimaced, still not liking walking on that knee. He took a moment to adjust, before stiffening, staring at something behind Mind, who looked over as well, seeing nothing.

After a few moments, Gordon shook his head and whispered something to himself, something about not questioning your own insanity. 

"Let's try to catch up!" He said, eyeing the pipes the others had walked on, and climbing on.

Mind stood up, shaking his hands out a bit as he did. 

He looked at the pipes with a grimace.

"Y' sure you can climb that with your fucked up leg? Don't think the HEV suit can protect you if you fall into the radiation pit."

“I’ll just take it slow,” Gordon huffed. ”Fuck it, right? We’re both drugged up enough, we can figure it out.”

#doodles #artists on tumblr #hlvrai #freeman's mind #hlvraifm #cw: eye strain #eye strain #cw: emetophobia #cw: vomit #cw: drugs #long post

[slamminslamminmcgill]

thinkin abt working w gene takovic & being generally shit at the job and he gets tired of reader slacking off and decides to give reader a little motivation to do better ……….

workplace harassment but if it was epic 😌

my immediate thought was "reader comes into work high and gets disciplined" so im adding intox to this hope that's ok :3

warning: intox, possibly dubcon? (you're high and he's your superior)

You hated your fucking job.

I mean, it wasn't horrible. It was just a run of the mill food service position at the Cinnabon in the mall. Standing for 8 hours, shitty customers, all the glitz and glamour you could expect, but hey, free cinnamon rolls was a nice perk. It's not like you were planning to make a career out of this anyway. You could afford to dick around on the clock from time to time. Plus, y'all were short-staffed anyway, so what were they gonna do, fire you?

Well, today, you had pushed your luck too far.

It was supposed to be a busy day, some huge sale happening in the mall, and that meant a bunch of entitled pricks needing their cream cheese frosted insulin bombs. You didn't want to risk strangling the first boomer that yelled at you, so you figured why not pop a few edibles before your shift?

Big mistake. You realized that when you clocked in.

One of your coworkers called out, and another was coming in late. That meant it was just you and your manager Gene tackling the first few hours. He wasn't horrible to work with, but a skeleton crew was no one's idea of a good time. Let alone the fact that you'd be stupid high in about an hour and there'd be no one else to cover your ass.

When they kicked in, it didn't take long for him to notice. You were staring at the register blankly for maybe 5 minutes, but it felt like eons in food service time. Once your other coworker came in, Gene took you into his office to reprimand you, making sure to lock the door before he slumped down at his desk.

"Look, kid. I get it. I don't wanna be here either, but you can't be doing that. Not only is it against the law, but it's dangerous. If you're spacing out like that you could cut or burn yourself, and-"

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. You ever talk to your cat and wonder if they can understand a goddamn word you're saying? That was basically this. You were just staring at how his nipples poked through his officially licensed Cinnabon® polo shirt. He was kinda cute, for a sad old man. Wait, fired? Did he just say fired? You snap out of it and make eye contact with him.

Gene sighed. "You haven't been listening to me, have you?"

You shook your head.

"I said, corporate has kind of a zero-tolerance policy for drug use on the job. I'm supposed to fire you, but," He got up from his chair and approached you, stroking your cheek with a pensive look on his face, no doubt a dumb, ditsy look on yours. "you're a good kid. I'd like to see you do better. I'm hoping there's another way we can work this out. Call it positive reinforcement, yeah?"

You nodded. Positive reinforcement. Sure, whatever.

He smiled. "Good boy."

You whined. Oh fuck, that felt nice to hear. He could tell.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees in front of him, servicing his cock with your mouth, messily. Drool was seeping out from your lips, pooling onto what you hoped was the floor and not your shirt. The weed was making this far more intense than you'd ever imagined. His taste was addicting. However deep you could take him just wasn't enough. You ran your tongue all over him, his head, his shaft, his balls. God, it was so fucking good. Shit, you were probably enjoying this more than he was.

That's not to say Gene wasn't enjoying it. He threw his head back and sighed. He rested his hand on your scalp and ruffled your hair, making you whimper around him. "That's a good boy."

Positive reinforcement indeed.

#anon #ask #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #gene takovic #saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill x reader #gene takovic x reader #saul goodman smut #jimmy mcgill smut #gene takovic smut #brbabcs #breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #bcs #bcs x reader #better call saul x reader #brba x reader #intox kink #better call saul smut #breaking bad smut #saul goodman imagine #jimmy mcgill imagine #gene takovic imagine #breaking bad imagine #better call saul imagine

[imnotavamp1r3]

♡ Scemo clothing haul! ♡

A couple of weeks ago, I got to order some stuff from Hot Topic, so I thought I'd do a bit of a haul and show you guys some of the things I got! I took all of the pictures for this post so some of them might look kind of weird since I'm not great at taking photos but I tried my best.

🎀 Accessories

I got a pair of fishnet gloves, skeleton gloves, leg warmers, and a black and pink studded belt. I'm really happy with all of these, especially the fishnet gloves since I've been wanting a pair for the longest time and I've been wearing them almost every day since I got them. I'm also really glad to finally have a pink studded belt for my pink outfits!

🎀 Hole Pretty on the Inside shirt dress

This is actually my first piece of Hole merchandise which I'm really happy about because I've been listening to them since I was like nine. I also really love these sort of oversized dress length shirts because they're great for when I want to go for a more grungy look. These types of shirts styled with a cute necklace, a flannel, boots, and some over-the-knee socks just makes for a great outfit.

🎀 Leopard print skort

For a short period during the summer of last year, I was pretty into the rockstar's girlfriend aesthetic and one of the staples of that aesthetic was leopard print, so I got a leopard print skort. I don't have many skirts that aren't black, so this is a pretty different addition to my wardrobe.

🎀 Monster High hoodie

This was one of the items that I was most excited about since I really love Monster High. I haven't really had a chance to wear it yet, but I definitely will soon because I really love it.

🎀 Ruby Gloom crop top

I've been watching a lot of Ruby Gloom recently, so when I found out that Hot Topic carried some Ruby merch, I just had to get something. The shirt's so cute and I especially love the sleeves because black and red stripes remind me of the mall goth aesthetic. This is definitely one of my new favourite shirts!

🎀 Misfits shirt

I already had a Misfits shirt, but I didn't have any of their shirts that have the Crimson Ghost on them. Plus Johnnie has this shirt so of course I had to get it. It also goes great with the skeleton gloves.

🎀 Skull tutu skirt

The main reason I got this was actually because it reminded me of that one skull outfit Eugenia used to wear a lot. I also don't have too many gothic clothing items so I wanted to get some. Plus this skirt styled with a pair of fishnet tights, the Misfits shirt, and skeleton gloves would just be so perfect.

That's it, byeeeee!! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

#emo #scemo #scenemo #scene #girlblogging #rawring 20s #rawr xd #scene queen #pink scene #emo style #hot topic #mall goth #emo girl #monster high

[ghostbandxyou]

I saw Ghost on 9/11 !!!! No one cares but I'm gonna ramble about it because it was fantastic. I will also share the one photo I got as we left. I'm just gonna do bullet points my brain is still mush

• First off the staff at the forum were amazing they were so nice and very helpful (I'm only mentioning it because a lot of the time at concerts venue staff looks miserable)

• I chickened out last second and didn't wear my habit and I regret it.

• Everyone looked amazing it was so cool to see just crowds of people in costume Jesus was also there so that was pretty cool

• There was a guy dressed as papa with like full mask and he could do the voice it was a creepy tbh like uncanny valley

• So many popia dolls I wanted one but it was 40$ and I just don't have that rn

• Shout out to my best friend who isn't a ghost fan but went with me because I have no irl friends that like ghost. They are a sweetheart and they even went and got me water during he is because I almost passed out which was so nice of them

• I WAS THERE !!!!

• yes there were dancers in Skeleton morphsuits they did a lot of dancing and picked papa up 2 times

• People are saying there are new ghouls I'd describe them more as wraiths they only did one song papa got on his knees and kissed one of their hands though

• If you have Ghosts with a sweet speech in the middle

• Yes there were golden bedazzaled boxing gloves and blue robe he went through the crowd back to the stage

• I felt really self conscious at first but then I decided fuck it I'm gonna dance and sing a long I don't care if I look stupid

• I did almost pass out at one point so idk how the fuck they manage up there

• I've never gotten emotional at a concert and cried I got very fucking close this time

• my glasses kept fogging up

• Hot take on the ghouls kissing idk who the fuck saw that because I didn't they hugged once

What I have learned

1. I will put my self in debt to see them again and I will buy the good tickets because fuck it you only live once

2. I need to get contacts

3. Allways buy a water bottle

4. Don't be afraid to dress up

Here is the one photo I got as we were leaving

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls

[shinxeysartgallery]

So about your MD analysis about the Solver...

So if the Solver is a living entity and all the blood and flesh is going directly to its stomach wouldn't it get full itself eventually? Also, regarding the flesh portals wouldn't it have digested/converted what it's eaten into energy already?

(This is the post for context - for new viewers/readers.) (Minor Episode 7 spoilers)

Well, for a comparison that comes to mind:

If you've ever seen Fullmetal Alchemist, I can compare my idea of the Solver to Gluttony. When Father created him, he attempted to recreate the Gate of Truth in his stomach, but failed. That failure instead created a False Gate in his stomach that left it as an infinite void of nothing. Now, Gluttony lives up to his namesake, as no matter how much he eats, he will never satiate his hunger or become full.

I think the Solver entity has something similar going on, especially considering all the black hole imagery associated with it. Black holes are infinite voids that consume all - not even light or sound can escape its vacuum; it truly is all-consuming. If I had to guess, I'd say the Solver entity is some sort of eldritch being with an endless void of a stomach, much like Gluttony. This is why it wants to consume so much and why it seems almost like it cannot be satisfied, no matter how much it eats.

Going back to FMA for a moment, we also see when Gluttony accidentally swallows Ling, Edward, and Envy, the three wander through the endless void. There is just an endless sea of blood up to their knees, as well as several skeletons/corpses and pieces of buildings/etc. that he's eaten over the 160 years he's been alive. There were even pieces of Xerxes' ruins, which very obviously had been there for a really long time. None of these things would still exist (or be as intact as they were) if he was able to completely digest it; this seems to imply that he can't (or at least not with stuff swallowed via his False Gate ability), which likely contributes to his endless hunger.

Much like that, if the Solver entity has a similarly endless void of a stomach, it also might not be able to actually digest everything that it eats. With the Disassembly Drones consuming oil to keep from overheating, it seems to be more-so acting like coolant for them, rather than them actively digesting/converting it to energy. We don't exactly know WHAT the entity is, so what if the blood and flesh it's consuming is for a similar purpose? That's probably not the case, considering Cyn explicitly said she was hungry and referred to eating things. But is it a case like Gluttony's, where it just can't digest what it eats, contributing to its endless hunger? And if that's the case, that would also still explain the flesh portals being holes into its stomach as well as it basically using wormhole magic to transport flesh places when its powers are invoked by users.

Or is it a case of the method of eating for the entity? As mentioned before, it seemed Gluttony was unable to digest things eaten using his False Gate ability, but he probably can digest stuff that he actually puts in his mouth to eat. Maybe this is a similar case? Maybe the giant NULL void is the entity's actual "mouth" and that's the only way it can somewhat satiate its hunger and digest what it's eaten? Could be at least partially why the Solver is so fixated on consuming the entire planet, rather than just Drones and/or humans specifically.

I kinda rambled a bit there, but I hope that all makes sense. shifeeofs

#anon ask #shinxey's asks #murder drones #murder drones spoilers #murder drones theory #absolute solver

[papytonpropaganda]

Hello! So, I've been really bored recently, and have been in full Walls brainrot mode again, so I wrote this little... i don't know what I'd call it... a fanfic of Walls? A fanfic of a fanfic? Basically, I took what I know about Walls and wrote a little paragraph or two of how the ending could (and almost certainly will not) go. If you have any problems with people doing this, please feel free to tell me! I don't mean to be rude or try to steal your work, and I'm not going to publish this anywhere, I'm just writing it for fun lol- sorry if you're not comfortable with that!

Anyway, here it is, because I really wanted to share it with you.

TW FOR SU!CIDE AND DRUGS

***

Papyrus sat in the hospital bed, Mettaton standing next to him, the two of them holding coffees in their hands. The two of them smiled awkwardly at each other, an orange blush spreading across the skeleton’s face, and was he hallucinating, or was the robot’s face slightly pink?

“So, what did you want to tell me?” Mettaton asked him, finally breaking the thick, stiff silence. 

“I-” Papyrus hunched over in embarrassment as he tried to get the (metaphorical) guts to say it. Rubbing his arms awkwardly, he took a deep breath. “So… Mettaton, I- I just want to say that I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” he began. “I just- you’re such a kind, lovely person, and I- I like everything about you.”

Mettaton looked worried. “Papyrus, this isn’t a goodbye, is i-”

The skeleton cut him off. “Mettaton. Just listen to me.” His soul began to burn brighter. “I wish I could do more for you, I really do- I wish I could give you bunches of flowers and gifts and clothes and cars, and I wish I could be a better person for you, but this is all I can do, so I’m going to do it.” He took one last deep breath before saying the words he’d wanted to say for such a long time. “Mettaton, I love you. I love you with so much of my soul that none is left.”

Mettaton’s mouth fell wide open, the cup of coffee he was holding shattering onto the floor. “I-” He took a step back, and another, and another, to the door.

Papyrus’s eye sockets widened. “Mettaton?...”

Mettaton stepped out the door and ran. 

***

Papyrus was being discharged from the hospital in around a week. He sat there, skull buried in the blankets and knees up to hide his face. Sans, Grillby and Toriel had come to visit there, but Papyrus said nothing. 

“Papyrus, you must talk to us! We cannot do anything if you do not speak. Please, let us help you,” Toriel waved her huge paws around, speaking with an anxiety-ridden voice. 

Sans’s smile was almost gone as he walked up and put a hand on the taller skeleton’s shoulder. “Russ, please, you gotta wake up. We know you’re awake.”

Grillby, despite not being that close to Papyrus, had come with Sans, and signed at Papyrus although he knew he wouldn’t be able to see. Please talk to us.

Papyrus simply shook his head an inch to each side and resumed his silence.

***

Once the three older monsters had gone and the sun had set in the sky, Papyrus stepped out of the bed and walked down the corridor. There were a few doctors around, but they just assumed Papyrus was a patient taking a walk - and they weren’t wrong. In truth, he was a patient, and he was taking a walk. But he had something more to do. 

The door to the medical supplies was unlocked, as usual. The doctor who had her shift around this time was new and always forgot to lock it. Nobody had realised except Papyrus, who was now slipping into the cupboard in silence, taking a small jar of some of the medicine. 

And another jar. 

And another. 

***

“Fuck!” Undyne slapped her forehead

“Is there still time to visit Papyrus? I forgot my bag at the hospital…” she mumbled to herself whilst messaging those words to Toriel. 

“I should think so, but I cannot come with you! Apologies, I and QC are busy shopping,” Toriel responded over text, typing slowly with her big paws. “But I should think if you run, you should get there before visiting time is over!”

Undyne took a deep breath and sprinted to the hospital, managing to get there within enough time. She slammed open the doors and ran into Papyrus’s room just in time. 

He wasn’t there. 

“Papyrus?” She called out, but there was no answer. Assuming he had gone for a walk around the hospital, she nodded to herself, happy he was up and moving again, and took her bag and left.

It would be nice to walk back through the forest near the beach, Undyne thought. Around this time of year, it was dark enough for only a few people to be there, but early enough that it was still warm and the birds were still singing. So she went back through the forest, feeling an odd sense of serenity wash over her. Flowers to the left, grass in front, sea behind… and trees on her right, dappled lighting falling through the leaves, and birds singing in a bush just behind them. Stepping nearer to the trees, she noticed a figure hidden in the bush - clothed in a pale blue and white gown. Confused at why someone was in it, she went to check. 

There was something - no, someone - there. Covered in dirt, hospital gown on. Limbs - or were they limbs? No, bones - splaying everywhere. 

Papyrus. 

Her eyes widened in horror as she grabbed him, shaking him hard. 

“Papyrus. PAPYRUS!” she screamed. 

*** 

Mettaton, trying to clear his head, took a walk through the forest too, using the birdsong as a method to calm him down. Well, he would have been, if he hadn’t gotten a call from Devon. He smiled at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, listening to him talk on about his day at work and ignoring the nasty feeling in his throat. And the world did seem to be against him today, because he would have been able to talk to him a lot longer if he hadn’t encountered Undyne, tears running down her face and a death grip on his arm. He used his other arm to turn off the call and put it in his pocket hastily. 

“Ow, fuck, Undyne! What’s wrong?” He rubbed his arm and scowled at her. Undyne wasn’t having it, hiccuping and wiping her eyes. 

“I- It’s Papyrus. He’s- he’s-” She shook her head and yanked Mettaton over to where Papyrus was lying. The pit in the robot’s stomach grew. 

“Papyrus? Papyrus. No, Papyrus,” his eyes widened in horror as he ran over to the skeleton’s limp body and shook him. “Papyrus, wake up. WAKE UP!” he screamed. Undyne rushed away to see if there was anybody that could help them. “P-Papyrus,” he sobbed, tears pouring down his face as he clutched at the skeleton’s gown and wailed. “Papyrus, please… I love you too, Papyrus. Papyrus, don’t go, please…” This was his fault. It was all his fault. If he had just told the skeleton sooner…

He took out his phone to make a call to the ambulance, and saw that his phone was on the ‘Recent Calls’ page. He stared at it, speechless, the pit in his stomach growing by the second. 

It read, ‘Devon: last called - 5 seconds ago’.

***

Please do tell if you're not comfortable with this! Again, I'm very sorry if you are - anyway, I hope you liked this little thing! It's not fantastic, since I haven't had a lot of practice at writing, but I hope it's good enough. Have a good day! :3

OH MY GOD EVERYONE IT JUST HAPPENED I JUST WON EVERYTHING

anon you are the FIRST person I know (or remember at least) who wrote fanfic for Walls which is the DREAM. dude I know very few fanfic authors who wouldn't be honored to receive a fanfic of THEIR fanfic of this caliber in their inbox. this is INCREDIBLE thank you.

I honestly don't mind if you did post it on like AO3 or something, I believe AO3 even has an option to mark the fic as "being inspired by another work" or something like that. I do not see this as "stealing" from me at all, you don't know how amazing it feels to have inspired someone else to write about my story.

you are correct in that what you've written was not what I had planned (in fact the ending of the original was far, FAR off from where we left off). but it definitely invokes the kind of feeling I go for for the angst in Walls and it's a nice little continuation of the point where I decided the whole thing needed a revamp. I'd actually really like to see how your version ends!

thanks so much again, you don't know how much this means to me.

#long post #suicide #drugs #the walls around our hearts #anonymous #thank you for asking!

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: You get Nico, as a treat-Danny Words: 2,013 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Out Of My League' -by Fitz and The Tantrums

XXXIX: Fates' First Mistake Was Giving Me a Body, the Second? A Will

"Nico!"

"Ara!" Lily shouts, running after her friend.

Ara's never compared to her in speed, no matter how good she is at other stuff, so Lily reaches Nico way sooner.

"Don't listen to her!"

The boy looks at the girls with confusion. "What happened?"

"She made a fool of herself," Ara pants and supports both hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, gods, how can you run uphill like that? You're a cyborg or something?"

"You must be thirsty, Neeks, let's go get you something!" Lily tries to take him away.

"Wait," Nico smirks. "Is this boy-related?"

"Yes!"

Lily glares at Nico with determination. "Yesterday Leo used his shirt to clean his face and Ara was staring so hard she walked straight into a wall!"

"Connor heard Leo calling me sunshine," Ara acts like she didn't hear anything. "And he was making fun of us, so he called Lily 'My sweetheart' as a way to mock Leo, but Lily was drinking coffee—"

"He caught me off guard!"

"She spat it all over Connor!" Ara cackles. "Her face was redder than a strawberry!"

Nico never really laughs, but he enjoys hearing their funny stories, especially if they have to do with how they embarrass themselves in front of the guys they like. Ara and Lily rarely fail at stuff, so he thinks it's fair they suck at this.

"I hate you," Lily tries to seize Ara.

Ara sneaks away giggling, she uses Nico as a shield and he stays out of it. Nico moves forward while the girls chase each other around him until they reach the Big House.

"So you two are in your boy-crazy era?" He asks, sitting on the porch steps.

Ara wrinkles her nose. "Is that what this is?"

Lily blushes. "I'm not boy crazy! My brain works just fine, don't compare me to the Aphrodite!"

"You can judge me all you want, but I have a boyfriend and you can't even take a compliment without gagging."

"Lily's just playing the long game, aren't you?" Nico teases her. "I'm sure she'll tell Connor right before they die, so they can spend eternity together."

Ara snorts and Lily raises one fist as if to punch the boy, but he lifts one finger to stop her.

"Attenta, Saggio," he grins. "Don't wanna anger your patron, right?"

"Let me anger him for you, babe," Ara gets up to punch Nico, but Lily trips her.

"Stay away from each other," Lily warns them. "Now's not only my patron I've got to worry about, Nico. Did you know Leo can summon fire?"

"Leo won't fight my battles," Ara states calmly. "Especially when it comes to Nico. Kicking his ass is the highlight of my weekends."

"Likewise, hobbit."

We have no problem finding the palace, but Lily keeps glancing back at Cerberus longingly.

"It'll take a while for him to get in," I say, unable to utter Mike's name out loud. "We still have time."

Nico's sulking on the front steps of the palace, and as soon as he sees us he runs up to us. "How—"

I roughly seize him by the jacket. He's taller than me, but I'm too angry to care. "You backstabbing piece of—"

"Let go of me!" He snarls.

"Ara," Lily urges me, looking at the skeletons rushing forward to get us.

I toss Nico to the ground. "Call your father," I point at the dead guards. "And tell them to back off."

Hades agrees to see us, mostly because he's super insulted by my audacity. 

"I can't expect you to give up the fight, Lily Saggio," he says. "But I thought you knew better than to bring a Jackson to my palace."

Lily keeps her head down. "She's not here to offend you, my lord."

"No, of course not," he says with a hint of mockery. "An Aphrodite is no challenge for a god, and even if she's Perseus Jackson's sister, I'd like to think she's not as stupid."

"Lord Hades," I get on one knee in front of him. "If you let me, I'll explain why I'm here."

"And why would I care about that?" He asks.

"I know you won't fight if you're not promised respect, recognition worthy of your sacrifice," I glance at Nico without lifting my gaze, "and a place for your children amongst the rest of us."

"A charmspeaker, aren't you?" He points out sharply.

I go straight to my point. "I think can help, my lord."

"You think?" He presses.

I'm not sounding like I want to. Michael believed in me the most, and I'm not an expert at looking confident. Without him, I have no one to speak for me, so if I only have myself, I can't guess, I have to get things done.

"I'll give you what you want," I look up at the god. "If you accept my offer."

He laughs, but he doesn't throw me out of the palace, so I can still convince him. "What can you offer to a God that he can't get himself?"

"A daughter of Olympus."

His eyes flash greedily, but he isn't convinced. "Children of Olympus can't favor a god above others, Jackson."

"If the god favors them beforehand," I reply. "They can."

"You're asking for my blessing?"

"Something of heavier meaning. Show faith in me, obliging to my request."

He takes a heavy breath. "And what would that request be?"

"Fight with us," I look at Nico. "I'll make sure your son has a place in our camp, and you'll get to be one of the gods that didn't turn his back on us, you could be the first patron of the first daughter of Olympus."

He ponders this, looking me up and down. "Do you even know how to use a sword?"

I pull Almighty out of my pocket and show her off, now I have his full attention. "I've been trained, yes."

"Pantodýnamos," Hades's grip on the throne tightens, he leans forward, staring at my sword in awe. "How..?"

"The fates chose me," I continue confidently. "Will you?"

He fixes his posture and glances back at Lily and Nico. "I've heard enough."

"Thank you," I smiled politely, bowing to him. "I'll know you accepted if you show up to fight."

He mutters some stuff as we walk out of the palace. 

"That's what you were trying to do?" The boy inquires as soon as his father is out of sight. "I thought—"

"That I was going after Achilles's curse," I glance at him with annoyance. "That should teach you— When I ask you to do something, just do what I tell you."

He scowls at me. "I did what I thought you wanted—"

"You did what you thought would make you look better," I stop to face him. "You don't fool me, Nico Di Angelo. I know you're not a bad person, but you're very stupid if you think I'll ever forget this. I don't trust you, and Percy never will."

He reaches for his sword, but Lily yanks me onwards. "Let's go back now, or they'll realize we're missing," she says. "And I wanna sleep before our next fight."

I know we have a few hours left before we could be at risk of getting caught. Annabeth is injured and Percy's probably still sleeping—the only person who would've noticed our absence fast enough would've been Mike, but he's gone, and that's given us a type of freedom we never asked for.

"You want to be a hero?" I press, still glaring at Nico. "Convince your father, then maybe Percy will reconsider."

I'm being an ass for manipulating Nico like this, but I never said I'm not like the other charmers in my family. Also, I'm a matchmaker, and that works in more ways than just romantically. 

Hades is a good match for my ambitions, and Nico's a good match for the cause. I'm merely working with what the fates laid down for me. I can only hope... 

No. I believe this is enough.

Ara's studying a map in the rec room when Leo finally finds her. She feels him before she sees him, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and kisses her cheek. "I've got something for you."

Ara glances up at him a little distracted. "What is it?"

"Two things," he pulls something out of his tool belt. "Here's a snack so you stay motivated for the rest of the month!"

Ara looks down and laughs. Leo is holding a stack of photographs of him in various places of camp. He made an effort to look ridiculous in every single one of them.

"What is this?" She asks, looking through them.

"I can't Iris message you every hour of the day, so these will have to do."

"How thoughtful of you!" Ara replies, half-amused and half-bashful. "Who took this?"

"The Stolls. Piper helped with the costumes, though."

"They're great," she puts them in her pocket. "I'll put them up on my ceiling back in New York, so you're the first thing I see when I wake up."

"Damn, you love me too much," He jokes, squeezing her shoulders.

"What's the other thing you wanted to show me?"

"Right! Look at this!" 

He steps away to pull a larger item from his belt: It looks like an ancient scroll, but when he rolls it open a projection starts playing on it. Ara gasps and picks it up.

"What!" She watches as a tiny projection of Leo walks around the bunker giving the viewer a tour. "How did you make this?"

"I'm very smart," he grins. "You like it?"

"This is so cool!"

Leo starts glowing, he's comfortable with her praising nowadays, though it still makes him slightly dizzy. 

"Last weekend you couldn't come cause you had a pile of homework, so I thought I could send you this with a weekly report. Everyone can record a short message for you, so you know everything that's going on around here while you're away."

Ara beams at the idea. "That's awesome. Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he pinches her chin as a brief affectionate gesture. "It's the least I can do to help my stunning girlfriend."

"True," Ara nods solemnly. "That, and sharing your full name with me." 

He snorts. "Nice try."

"Leo!"

"Pretty close. It's Leobard."

"Liar."

He laughs. "Are you sure?"

"Why are you torturing me with this?" She scowls.

"You don't need to know my full name, sunshine," Leo brushes it off. "Cause the only way you're allowed to address me is either by a cute nickname like 'Baby' or 'Honey', and plain Leo when you're in General mode. See? Easy."

"I'm not calling you any sweet names unless you tell me your full name!"

"I can live with that," he taunts her. "Can you live with the doubt?"

Ara groans. "C'mon! It can't be ugly."

"It's not that I hate it," Leo grins. "I just like to give out different names when people ask me, and if you go around shouting my name then the joke dies."

"I promise not to call you that in front of the others," Ara pouts. "Pleeeease?"

Leo frowns. "Hey! Not fair, don't look at me like that!"

Ara gives him the most pitiful look she can, placing her arms around his neck and leaning closer. "If you tell me your name," she continues quietly. "I promise to call you ridiculously long fake names in front of everyone else."

The boy sighs, shaking his head a little. "You know the way to my heart..."

"Being real for a moment," Ara says, smoothing out the front of his shirt. "Why can't I know?"

Leo's eyes brighten with amusement, he holds her face and kisses her briefly. "Well, I already dropped the L bomb and took you on a picnic date on the beach, I'm running out of options to keep you interested, and my name is the only thing I've got left!"

Ara laughs, pulling him closer. "You know... next month is Valentine's Day, we can convince Chiron to let you visit the city that weekend?"

Leo hums, half-listening. His brain gets all fuzzy when Ara stands this close to him. "Could be fun..."

"We can go to the movies and you can meet my parents!"

"Movies and parents," His eyes regain focus and they grow worried. "Parents?"

Ara kisses him again. "And if everything goes as planned, then maybe you won't need to keep me on my toes, and I'll know your full name."

"Are you sure you want me to meet your parents?" He asks anxiously.

She nods, eyes bright with affection. "You'll love them."

He makes a face. "That's not the part I'm worried about."

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[osleeplessflowero]

hi!! i JUST finished reading your cowboy!stretch x reader oneshot on ao3 and i absolutely loved it, would you mind making a continuation of it? probably with them riding a horse. thank you so much for writing that i love it so much!!! :D

// HII omg!! I'm so happy you liked the oneshot, that one was super fun to write! I'd be more than happy to write a continuation. Hopefully I do your request justice! (Especially considering it's my first one!!)

🧡You can find the first oneshot Here. :)🧡

❤️ Reader has They/Them pronouns, and their SOUL type is up to you! 🧡 Country AU! Cowboy skeletons my beloved.. 💛 This takes place in a Crossover universe, so common fandom nicknames will be used!

It's been a few weeks since you met that dashing skeleton, Stretch, at Grillby's. After taking a few days, you worked your hardest and finally managed to fix up that old barn. Now she looks good as new, and you..need to find something else to do.

You sit in your house, kicking your legs back and forth as you lie on your stomach on your couch. Some random show plays on the tv in front of it you recognize, but you're not really focusing on it since you're facing your left scrolling through your phone. Nothing really sticks out to you, searching for something of interest before you see a little notification pop down from someone. You miss it the first time, pulling down the top of your screen and realizing it's from Stretch.

You sit up abruptly on your knees, shifting to face the tv and letting your legs rest on the wood floor. It's always nice to see what he's up to.

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> heya, what are you up to?

You - now <- nothing much, just watching tv and dying of boredom lol ive got nothing to do now that the barns all fixed

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> you could come over to me and my bro's place, it's just us here today

You - now <- rsally? *really?

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> rsally

You - now <- stfu

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> lmaoo but yeah im fr could show you the animals and stuff

You - now <- bet uh idk where you live tho

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> i'll send you the location or i could just come get u if u want

You - now <- i think ill drive there i wanna remember the way in case i come over again :)

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> alr sounds good to me lol i'll wait at the front gate for you sent attachment

You hop up from your seat on the couch, petting one of your dogs who'd decided to lie down in front of the couch and walking into your room to change.

"Okay, he..he lives on a ranch?? Well, I guess I should've gotten that from the cowboy getup, huh? I should probably wear somethin' I'm okay with gettin' dirty.." You browse through your closet, picking out some casual clothes that'll keep you cool and comfortable in the summer heat.

"Time to go." You walk out of your room, playing some music from the stereo in your living room and giving your dogs some pets before bidding them goodbye. You walk out to your truck and climb inside, turning the key and beginning to drive to the location you set your GPS to. A few familiar songs play while you make your way down several sets of roads. You promptly bop your head to them, lip syncing some of the words.

You knew you were at the right place the moment you saw it. The house was huge based on what you could see from the gate as you drove up to it, plenty of land surrounding it with fences up to keep any unwanted visitors out. You see a familiar shade of orange pop up as the skeleton opens the gate, walking over to your window and leaning his arms on it.

"howdy. glad you could make it, didn't get lost did you?" "Nope, got here a-okay. This place is massive- are you guys loaded or something?" You ask, flabbergasted. He chuckles at that, looking back at the house. "well, it just kinda happened when we exchanged monster currency for human currency. so I guess you could say we are." "Jesus." "you can go ahead and pull up wherever, it doesn't matter." He stands on the step just below your door, holding on. You smile at the action, driving further in and parking in a spot next to someone else's car.

He jumps down onto the ground and lets you get out, closing the door behind yourself and locking it before jumping down too.

You hear a faint "Hello!" in the distance as someone runs over, grinning wide. A skeleton, a pretty large one at that yet shorter than Stretch. His attire is pretty similar to the former, only his is buttoned up much more neatly and is blue rather than orange. Stretch's top button is currently loose, exposing a little bit of his sternum. You also notice how the two stick to one color scheme, Stretch sticking with orange and this one sticking to blue specifically.

"you're in luck, they just got here." "Yes, I'm Not Late! Hello, There! I'm Stretch's Brother, Blue. We Live Together Close To Some Of Our Friends." "It's nice to meet you, Blue. I'm.." You tell him your name, and the two of you chat about this and that before Stretch steals you away to show you around. You both walk around different parts of the ranch before you decide to go and visit the animals, saying hello to each of them promptly.

"You have so many horses-" "like. ten of them." "JESUS-" You pause, looking towards one, before turning back to him with a smile.

"..what?" He raises a brow, smiling as well with crossed arms as he observes you. "..Can we ride one?" "..you want to ride one?" "Yes- please-" "i mean, yeah, i don't see why not. though, we'd probably have to ride together. are you okay with that? if not, i can figure something out." "I'm okay with that. Won't bother me." "alright, just gimme a sec."

You wait patiently as he goes to get a proper saddle, walking over to a few horses and letting them smell your hands so they know to trust you. One in particular takes a liking to you, a black horse with a stripe of white from its muzzle to its forehead. It nuzzles its nose against the side of your head until Stretch returns, smiling as he walks over.

"somebody's attached. no, you can't bring the horse home with you." "Aww-" You fake pout, before smiling and gently petting its head. "but, you can come back to visit." "You bet I will." A determined look crosses your face. "you wanna ride this one?" He points with his thumb. "Yes- if they are okay with that, of course."

He nods, and after a few seconds the horse is saddled and ready to go.

"so, you're gonna have to sit in front of me. is that alright?" "Yeah, that's fine." "alright, cool."

He helps you get up onto the horse first. It's a bit of a strange sensation at first, but you gradually get used to it. He then climbs up and sits comfortably behind you and the saddle, gently taking hold of the reins. Feeling his arms around your waist has you feeling a bit flushed, your face heating up a bit as you hope he doesn't notice.

"comfortable?" He speaks calmly so as to not spook the horse, his head just above your shoulder. A shiver goes down your spine accompanied by an anxious smile. "Y- ..Yeah, I'm all good." You mutter, cursing yourself internally for stuttering as you hear him chuckle behind you. You don't realize at first when the horse starts to move before you snap out of a daze, looking ahead with a smile.

You feel..safe with his arms around you, even as you're very flushed. You can just blame it on the heat if he asks. What you don't know, however, is that he seems to be fairly flushed himself..a bright shade of orange lightly making its way over his cheekbones. He keeps his lazy smile as he looks over you, making sure you're alright and comfortable.

Blue has a cheeky grin as he watches you both ride around the field, leaning his arms on one of the fences.

His hold on your waist tightens a little when the horse picks up its speed, causing your face to heat up even more before that feeling is overcome by excitement. You cheer as it runs, carrying you both around.

This continues for a little while before both the two of you and the horse become tired. Stretch slides off and helps you jump down, guiding the horse back to where it can rest.

"That was fun! I wouldn't mind doing it again." "..maybe you can, next time you come over." "Yeah." You avert your eyes, your face admittedly still a little flushed. You can't fully bring yourself to meet his gaze until he reaches up to get some grass out of your hair.

"i wouldn't mind." He smirks, his eyes relaxed as he looks at you. You clear your throat. "Yeah, uh..looking forward to it." You smile in return as Blue walks over to greet you both.

"Why Don't You Guys Come Inside? I'd Love For You To Stay For Dinner. We Can Talk More!" He suggests with a friendly smile. You look over briefly at Stretch for a moment before turning back to him.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that. I'd better get home before dark, though. I've got dogs waiting at home for me." "you have dogs?" Stretch perks up, curious. "Yeah, two." "i wanna pet 'em-" "Well, maybe you can visit me next."

He grins as Blue guides you both inside, gently closing the door behind him.

Part 3? Ao3 Link:

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[anneimaginesundertale]

How about a meet cute injury with G? Cause you know, detective work XD

Someone slammed into you as you stepped out of the shop. Both of you fell to the ground in a tangle. The stranger on top of you was too heavy for you to move, which meant you were currently trapped, with your left leg twisted in a very uncomfortable position.

"Get off!" you tried to say, but your face was pressed against the pavement.

"Gotcha!" a new voice cried and then the person was lifted off of you in a great shout of profanity. They managed to kick you in the side as you were set free. You moved your leg, curling yourself into a ball on the pavement. You didn't trust anyone around you to let you get up safely. You'd just stay here until it was all over...

You listened to the ensuing struggle. The person who had landed on you was screaming and shouting about how it wasn't fair and they'd never hold them and all kinds of things you thought only got said on those stupid cop shows.

Another voice kept saying, "Yeah, yeah, tell it to the cops" and "Just shut up already. You're boring me." It was a sarcastic voice, with a hint of a laugh in it.

Sirens. More voices. The belligerent voice grew muffled and you heard a car drive away. Then a hand reached out and touched you gently. "You okay, lovely?" It was the sarcastic voice.

You dared to lift your head and found yourself looking into...eye sockets? They were lit with sparkling golden flecks of light, but they were definitely eye sockets. In a skull. And the hand touching you belonged to a skeleton. Any words you might have had vanished at the sight. You gaped like a fish.

The skeleton sighed. "Oh, geez," he said, "I'm sorry. That guy landed right on you. He kinda messed you up. I'm so sorry. That's my fault."

You blinked. "What?"

"I was chasing that idiot around the corner and he smacked right into you. You've got a scrape on your cheek there and, well, are you hurt anywhere else? You need a ride to the hospital or anything?"

"Um..." You tried to get your brain to focus long enough to take stock. Your cheek did hurt, and your knee, and your shoulder. You hesitantly touched each one. When you touched your cheek, your fingers came back slightly bloody. Hoo boy...

"Can I call somebody for you?" the skeleton asked.

"I...um...I..." You took another look at the blood on your fingers and felt the world swirl around you. You'd never been good with blood, especially your own. The last thing you heard was the skeleton saying, "Oh, shit!"

You woke up in a much more comfortable position. Looking around, you found that you were laying on a bed. The sarcastic skeleton was sitting in a chair next to you, engrossed in his phone. He looked up when he heard you shifting. "There you are, lovely," he said. "You doin' better?" He grinned at you.

"What happened?" you asked.

The skeleton's grin turned sheepish. "So, uh, you fainted and I figured I'd better just bring you to the hospital. They let me stay with you because I told 'em I was in charge of you."

"In charge of me?"

"I, uh, kinda made it sound like I'm your boss. I didn't wanna just leave you here on your own. 'Specially since it is my fault you got hurt. If I'd thought about it, I wouldn't've let that guy get back into town. It's lucky you were the only one who got hurt."

You blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. "Why were you chasing him?" you asked. "Who was he? Who are you?"

"He was a crook," the skeleton said. "I'm a private detective. Somebody hired me to catch him. Which I only did because he knocked into you and you both went down. So I guess I kinda owe you." He fished in the pocket of his black leather jacket and pulled out a wallet. "You ever need anything, you call me, okay?" He handed you a business card. You read G Osseus, Private Detective, along with a phone number and an email address.

#I think that's as far as I want to go with this one #I could do more but I'm not sure where to take this #obviously it would go somewhere #this is good enough for today though #g!sans #g!sans x reader