#popping greenbean

[thevampirelevi]

Stuffed Like A Turkey | NSFW

cw: eddie x fem!reader, holiday fluff, drug use, smut, p in v, creampies, 18+ only! MDNI

The Munsons are invited over to your house for Thanksgiving dinner, so you really show out and slave the whole day away cooking the meal to perfection. To show his thanks, Eddie rewards you with a cream pie.

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You grab a dish towel and wipe flour from your hands, the sound of the phone ringing interrupting you as you ask your best friend Parker to take your place and finish making the biscuits.

"Hello?"

"Y/N," you can practically hear the man's smile through the phone, "Hey, um, it's me Eddie. Just wondering what time you want me and the old man to come over?"

You look back at the kitchen to approximate an estimate time. You're about to say an hour from now when the sight of Parker struggling to pry dough from the rolling pin makes you guess again. Better make that two hours.

"How about five thirty?" you answer finally.

"Sounds like a plan," Eddie says. "D'you need me to bring anything?"

"No," you respond, before an idea pops into your head. "Well, actually. Do you have any magic mushrooms?"

The sound of Eddie's laugh fills your ears from the other end. "I'll see what I can do for you, sweetheart. See ya soon."

"Bye Eds," you hang the phone up, sighing as you turn around and come to Parker's rescue just as she's about to put the unrecognizable mounds of dough into the oven.

She looks up at you, embarrassed, "Maybe I should just stick to bringing the cranberry sauce next year."

You take the tray from her, laughing as you set it on the counter to fix. "What the hell happened?"

She shrugs, "I warned you I wouldn't be much help."

You flour your hands once more, chuckling as you salvage what you can and shape the deformed biscuits back into dinner rolls. "Well I just got off the phone with Eddie, I told him to come a little later but I figure everyone else'll probably come at the same time. Think you can handle getting the door for them?"

Parker nods affirmatively, chestnut curls following the movement. "That I can do!"

After you put the biscuits into the oven, basting the turkey while you're there, you get started on the mac-n-cheese. Parker's in charge of shredding the cheddar while you begin a roux, mixing a concoction of eggs, flour, paprika, garlic salt, and onion powder. When that's done, you breeze through making greenbean casserole and mashed potatoes, Parker proving herself to be helpful after all (as long as the tasks are simple enough, like peeling the potatoes and boiling water.) Just as you're finishing the stuffing and buttering the biscuits, the doorbell rings.

Bruce Kyle is the first to arrive. A friend of Parkers is a friend of yours, though lately it's become clear that the two are not just friends.

"Hello party people," greets the tall Poindexter. "I bring you candied yams. And rum."

You and Parker cheer in response, Parker helping him inside and pouring herself a glass as she snacks on olives and cheese. You wiggle your eyebrows at her when Bruce isn't looking.

The next to arrive are actual guests of your own, the newlyweds Harrie and Minnie. When you open the door, you're surprised to learn that Minnie will be eating for two tonight.

"When did this happen?!" you exclaim, hugging her as Harrie and Bruce introduce themselves to one another.

"I'm thirteen weeks today!" she beams.

Everyone is taking their coats off as you guide Minnie to the bathroom, heart full from the news. You'd known her long before Harrie, going way back to Hawkins Middle School. Harrie was her high school sweetheart, the two finally tying the knot last year.

Finally, Harrie is carving the turkey while Bruce and Parker set the table. You're making trips to carefully carry everything to the dining room, now on the pumpkin pie made by Minnie. The doorbell rings, and your heart flutters as there's only one household missing.

"Hi Wayne," you smile as you swing the door open. With him is a mousy brunette with wrinkles around her hazel eyes. This must be the date he told you about when you'd first invited him and his nephew over for the holidays.

"Nice to see you Y/N," he starts. "This is Carlie."

"Nice to meet you," she greets, smiling. You step aside to let them both inside, now able to see Eddie further back at his van parked across the street. The butterflies return.

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At first, you'd been very nervous since you first woke up this morning. This being your first time ever hosting Thanksgiving at your place, you worried about how everyone would like what you cooked and even moreso how everyone would get along. The theme this year was 'found family.'

But your doubts proved themselves to be baseless, everyone easing into the ebb and flow of conversation as soon as everyone was seated comfortably. You'd also been on your fifth compliment of the night, promising Eddie as many leftovers as he could carry.

Eventually, your party was reduced to 'Friendsgiving,' Wayne having to be back at the plant tomorrow and taking his date home with him. You nudge Eddie under the table, motioning for him to follow you outside.

"Did you bring it?" you whisper, as if anyone would hear you from outside over the sound of the game on the television.

Eddie grins, dimples making their timely appearance, holding up a baggie he'd hid in the pocket of his leather jacket. "Just what the doctor ordered."

You both take seats on the stoop mere inches away from one another, Eddie producing a joint from the sandwich bag and a zippo from his pocket. He flicks the lighter open, holding the J to the flame.

"Couldn't get my guy to bring me shrooms at last minute," he mumbles as he holds the joint with his teeth. "But I figured you wouldn't mind."

"Even better," you smile, taking the blunt as he passes it to you, blowing smoke from between his plush lips.

The two of you spend enough time away to start raising concern. You sigh out a puff of reefer, standing up as Eddie ashes the J out on the bottom of his boot.

Everyone, apart from Parker, are all too polite and too engrossed in the plates in front of them to be the first to make a comment about your absence. As soon as best friend's eyes are on you, you know what's coming.

"So," she starts, smirking. You're rolling your eyes already as you and Eddie both sit back down at the table. "Where did y'all go?"

"Just a little smoke break," you assure her.

"Without me?" she pouts.

"Don't you worry," you grin, "I've got goodie bags for everyone - except Minnie, sorry."

Minnie fakes hurt, but everyone else is hooting.

"Courtesy of yours truly," Eddie adds. Everyone thanks him while you pass around dessert, munchies now taking over.

Eddie's hand is on your knee and you can see him watching you from the corner of your eye as you squirt whipped cream onto your slice off pie.

"Don't get too full, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear, voice husky. "I've got more for you later."

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Guests don't start to leave until around ten, too wrapped up in catching up with (or meeting) one another to notice the passing time. But Eddie sure noticed.

"Call me when you get home safe," you tell Parker inside of a hug. Bruce tangles his arm with hers, helping the woman down the stairs after too much to drink. You laugh, "Take care of her."

Bruce gives you a thumbs up, "Thanks for having us," and the two are off.

You close the door with a sigh, full of food but your social battery empty as you start to feel tired from all of the cooking, all of the interaction, and from the weed.

"Hope you're not too tired," Eddie's hand is in yours, pulling you towards your bedroom. Tingles radiate through out your body, still buzzed and still excited after all of Eddie's teasing through out the entire night; his hand under the table trailing up your thigh, the naughty words he'd whisper in your ear, his eyes undressing you.

Your creative mind, enhanced by your high, wasn't helping either. It was hard to keep your hands off him and remain proper in front of your guests when all you could think about was his hands gripping your waist, fist squeezing your throat, fingers pumping in and out of you while you couldn't peel your eyes away from his rings, Eddie flashing his hands as he'd tell a story.

"Go easy on me," you plead, limbs still heavy, knowing already that it's fruitless when Eddie's eyes darken down at you.

"No dice, sweetheart," he mumbles, trailing wet kisses from your ear down to your chest as he exposes more of it, nipping at the crook of your neck and your collarbone. "You've kept me waiting all night..."

"But, I cooked for you," you pout, sighing as he leaves a new hickey on your neck.

He stops, thinking for a moment. "Fine, I guess you have earned yourself a reward."

The next thing you know, he's pushing you down onto the bed, your hair fanning over the pillows as he bunches up the hem of your dress. You lift your hips to help him as he pulls down your panties along with your tights, you give his belt loop a tug.

"Uh uh," he tsks. "Not yet."

The whine you let out is interrupted by a moan as his fingertips graze over your clit. He licks his lips, tracing a circle as he watches your reaction. He's going painfully slow, dragging out every minuscule movement of his finger making you ache more and more in the process.

"Eddie," you breathe exasperatingly. "Please."

He smiles, that being the magic word apparently as it's all it takes for him to push his now wet finger inside of you, hissing at your warmth. He curls his finger, slowly pulling it out and earning another whine from you. Remembering his promise of a reward, he adds another finger just as he pushes back in, curling again. He's tickling that spot now, making you squirm. Your hands trail his body before finding the spot growing in his pants, palming it. When his lips attack your neck once more, it sends heat directly from the spot where he sucks on your carotid straight down to your core, making your eyes flutter closed.

"Open up wider for me," he mumbles. You do as told, wanting more of him but only opening yourself up to be teased even more. He's practically edging you as he plays with you, refusing to touch you anywhere else except to give you a lovebite. You're on fire where his hands are, but feel cold and lonely everywhere else - this keeps you in the middle, never quite teetering over the edge yet.

But then suddenly he's moving faster, lowering himself to attach his lips to your pussy. You gasp, instinctively closing your legs at the sudden stimulation. Eddie sucks on your clit, groaning as he harshly opens you back up, one hand pinning your thigh to the bed and the other spreading your wetness.

"That's it, princess."

You can't help but to cum, both at his words and the way he's practically making out with your pussy. He doesn't stop, tongue flicking your clit as he overstimulates you.

"Eddie please," you moan, fingers tangled in his hair. For a brief moment, you open your eyes to see him staring up at you in a devilish manner. He releases his grip on your thigh, easing the strain, ghosting his free hand up your body under your dress - the movement gathering the fabric further up and revealing your breasts. His rings graze over your nipples. He's still eating you out, eyes never leaving yours. His fingers work faster than the first time, forcing your second release as you arch your back.

Finally he finishes, lips leaving your clit with a pop. Pulling off his shirt to wipe off his mouth, you let your hands touch his v-line. Your head's still cloudy as you do away with the rest of your clothes, feeling way too hot and just needing there to be nothing separating your bodies. You saunter over to the edge of the bed, biting your lip as you undo his belt. He breathes deeply, caressing your hair. You waste no time undressing him, his dick smacking his stomach when you finally free it.

You can see that he's rock hard, veins bulging from his shaft and his tip swollen with a bead of precum. It throbs as you wrap your hand around it, laughing at the hiss that escapes his swollen lips - glossy from your climax.

He cups your jaw, gently moving your gaze up to meet his. His hips push forward and you don't hesitate to open your mouth for him, blinking up at him through your lashes. Cottonmouth makes it harder for you to breathe than you normally would, but when he juts his hips too suddenly at the sensation of your tongue swirling his tip and hits the back of your throat, saliva starts to pool in your mouth. You pull off of him slowly, teasing him slightly, coming up for air with a string of spit connecting you to his dick.

"You okay baby?" he checks in, caressing your cheek. You nod, not giving him a moment to adjust before you're swallowing him whole, eyes watering. "Oh my god-"

Eddie's biting back his moans as you gag on his dick, head bobbing. You can tell he's close, only punishing hisself when he was teasing you earlier. Just as his hips begin to stutter, you stop again. You glare at him as you kiss the head of his cock, tracing circles with your tongue, enacting your revenge.

He throws his head back, hair falling from his shoulders. "Y/N, baby."

But before you know it, he's the one stopping you, pinning you back onto the bed by your wrists. He laughs darkly before he kisses you, tongue swiping your lip and tip lined up at your entrance. He holds himself up with one hand and uses the other to move his dick up and down, rubbing your pussy. You gasp, giving him entrance into your mouth as he pushes both his dick and his tongue into you simultaneously.

You take every inch of him, practically pulling him in. You moan into eachother's mouths as he finds a rhythm.

You break away from the kiss, moaning when he grinds into your sweet spot, "Oh Eddie,"

"Right there?" he hums into your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Fuck baby-"

You're wrapping your legs around him, thrusting up into him, both still so close but wanting to make it last forever.

Your everpresent high still having the effects of an aphrodisiac of sorts, you feel the horniest you've ever been in your life - especially when Eddie's eyes meet yours, deep and glinting. Both way you're biting your lip and the way you're looking at him do something wicked to Eddie, giving him butterflies as he gets closer and closer.

"Nut in me," you beg, not an ounce of inhibition left as you become desperate to fall over the edge. "Please Eddie, I need you so bad,"

Eddie whimpers in response, head falling down into the crook of your neck as he bites you, fucking you harder and harder.

All that can be heard is the bed creaking, threatening to break as Eddie pounds into you, and the moans you can no longer bite back as Eddie whimpers into your neck. You tighten around him, squeezing like a vice, making his hips snap into yours - you practically scream as he bites down on your clavicle.

You can feel him release inside of you, his load hot and plentiful. He's still grinding down into you, riding out both of your highs. "Fuckkkk..."

You're still cumming, throbbing while stretched around him. He kisses you sweetly, shushing you and mumbling sweet nothings. Finally he pulls out of you, both of you whimpering as his cum spills out of you and onto the sheets.

Eddie trails his fingertips against your entrance in a daze, tasting the both of you as he brings his fingers to his mouth.

"Compliments to the chef," he laughs, collapsing next to you, out of breath.

You tangle your sticky limbs together, your head on his chest as it rises and falls, cuddling as your eyelids begin to droop.

Suddenly you can't help from saying, "Thanks for giving me your banana cream pie."

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an: this was my first time writing smut (for eddie) ever, i hope u liked it! obviously i'm loving the idea of smoking with eddie a lot rn, as you can tell by this and the latest chapter of adventureland lol

-levi

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[enbydemirainbowbigfoot]

Finally pinned down my trollsona!

Ref sheet:

Name: Coffee Sourbear Greenbean

Nickname/s: Coffeebean by friends)

Genre: Folk/Rock/Pop

Gender: transmasc (they/he)

Sexuality: bi

Laid-back, socially anxious, affectionate

Likes: reading, writing, drawing and painting, exploring, listening to music, relaxing

Dislikes: bullies, confrontation, clowns, spiders

(They’re mostly folk- the tall pointed ears and hair that grows down- and rock, with pop coloring from his grandmother. I’ve seen a few designs out there for folk trolls that are deer-like, so I made my own similar. My folk trolls look like satyrs, and (depending on where the folk trolls live) can have shaggy fur and antlers. Coffee has no natural antlers because they are transmasc, but has a few fancy wooden ones attached to a headband for special occasions.)

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #DreamWorks trollsona #my art

[semothekat]

I posted 1,553 times in 2022

That's 1,435 more posts than 2021!

211 posts created (14%)

1,342 posts reblogged (86%)

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I tagged 1,190 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#also would you guys care to see my reactions to the new updates cause i kinda feel bad for spamming the group chat every time there’s a new-

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WHAT HTE FIRDGE WAHT THE FIRDGE

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#4

Klee with her beloved magikarp

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#3

wait, Carmel arrow finding the main 5 in the tundra and is like: "WHO THE FUCK ALLOWED 4 KIDS AND AN ADULT IN THE SNOW WITH NO PROTECTION!?"

Go on adventures together, rob people together, become ice cubes together

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My #1 post of 2022

TEARDROP BELOVED

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[somniumfae]

Ahh the banner on your page looks so cute!!

thank youuu!! it is by popping-greenbean!!

g!evie and diluc take a little trip to dragonspine (more like g!evie marches into dragonspine because she wants to reach the summit [she has a thing for heights] and diluc tags along because he does not want her to walk into a dangerous mountain and never come back)

shenanigans ensue. it's at the point where they're both in love with each other, but they're both different about it because gevie has come to terms with it basically and is deciding to ignore it, but diluc has Not had that same amount of time to grow accustomed to his new reality so he is Feeling A Lot Of Things. and keeps getting nervous when g!evie does ridiculous shit like reach for an obviously dangerous beating heart or creep just a bit too close to the edge of a cliff

also they beat up fatui while they're at it and that's diluc's pretense for tagging along LMAO

#asks #kind of an important part of Evieluc Timeline #gevie is realizing a great very many things #and it also has setup for Future Gevie Arcs #because she sees the light from the grand narukami shrine #atop skyfrost nail #and that starts all her ponderings about inazuma again

[dkniade]

In Your Image, the Midas Touch 

(以你的形象，点石成金）

July 29, 2021. // August 22, 2022 Reupload

Characters: platonic Barbatos, Morax, Nameless Bard

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warning: memory of character death, major spoilers for Venti’s backstory

Synopsis

At the thought of Morax’s shapeshifting ability, Barbatos asks his old friend to shift his appearance into his image. Barbatos then reminisces fondly on his memories of a certain bard.

Author’s Comment

This one’s based on the comic by my dear friend @popping-greenbean who loves Venti very much. Dialogue straight from greenbeans’ comic, actions based on their visuals.I read their comic and was so inspired I started writing this and finished it the next day. I don’t usually cry when writing something myself, but I nearly felt like crying when I wrote this.

Please listen to “A Storm, A Spire, and A Sanctum” when reading for full effect.

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The form I take is in your name. Every time I look into the looking-glass, I see your image.

So Morax, won’t you be my looking-glass even for a little while?

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A playful breeze parted through a certain young girl’s hair, tied up in two buns. Her amber eyes softened and flickered towards the direction of the wind. 

Contrary to the small frame of the girl, her eyes seemed to be far more knowing. 

And it would seem she was familiar with this particular breeze.

From the air before her there materialized a young boy with a cloak, floating. He took hold of her hands, as though excited to see an old friend. The glowing tips of his braided locks matched the colour of the blue sky.

The girl looked at him, silent.

“What do you want, Barbatos?” she asked calmly. 

“This is the first time I’ve seen you so small!” True, she had taken many forms in the past eons. 

But this one was so small, as small as... his form.

“Don’t get too used to it.”

“It’s really making me wonder… What can’t you turn into?” 

From the air, Barbatos loosely hung onto the girl’s thin arm, an innocent smile on his face.

“Trees? Dogs? My Ragvindr Knight?”

It was just a faint desire, a sliver of hope that maybe, maybe, he could meet that friend once more.

Morax exercised his small wrist as Barbatos let go of him. Golden crystal-shaped particles appeared as the flowing white sleeves of a robe materialized, draping over his arms gently. 

“Hey, you could probably even turn into an actual rock, right? Right? Right??” 

Barbatos flew behind Morax, playfully holding onto his shoulders. The gesture was perhaps a guise behind which hid the desire of, he would admit, not wanting to let go of that shoulder he once floated near.

If Morax could turn into a rock, then surely a human boy who so yearned for that sky would be no problem too…? 

Morax ran a hand through his hair, which flowed out into long, silky locks with golden tips. More floating Geo crystals materialized around his body as his arms glowed the same colour. What was once a young girl’s form gradually transformed into the image of a young man. 

Ah, his dear, dear friend, Morax… Surely he’d understand this yearning of a familiar face? 

To turn into an actual rock? Morax looked at Barbatos in silence. Surely this was just the God of Wind messing with him, mischievous as usual?

No, wait, he wanted Morax to construct his appearance based on the Barbatos’ own image, right? His old friend was always one who enjoyed these tricks, after all.

“You want me to turn into you, is that it?”

Surely Morax would understand his desire to see the face that would forever be reflected by Barbatos’ form? A face that he so yearned to see again with his own, sky-coloured eyes?

He looked at Barbatos, who in turn looked at the ground meekly. A breeze blew through the Archons’ hair, carrying the silence between them into the sky.

He knew it was selfish of him to ask such a thing. Morax was his friend, but not him. He was gone. 

“It’s no problem.”

What? Ah, but it was just to play along with Barbatos’ jokes, right? 

Well, a chance was a chance, and he wouldn’t let it slip past. That feather was never delivered to his friend. This… was the closest thing to a reunion.

Barbatos grinned at his old friend as Morax’s form shrank from his usual tall stature down to the young, small body more similar to Barbatos’ own. He brushed his long, golden locks to one side, trying to get used to this small body.

“Morax, why didn’t you have your statues made with this shape?” Barbatos asked, bubbly.

“Stop talking before I change my mind.”

His dark hair shrank to a messy short haircut. Trying to replicate the features of Venti’s form with his calm amber eyes, he ran his side bangs between his delicate fingers, his Midas touch repainting the now-longer strand of hair. 

That memory Venti thought would only be preserved in ballads from his tongue and melodies of the whispering winds finally appeared before his own eyes. With his hat in his hands, Venti watched like a puppy seeing his owner return home from afar.

Before him was the exact image of that young bard, smiling and doing his braided bangs. 

The young boy smoothed out his long side bangs with his right hand—that hand which the wind spirit Venti had so longed to hold in his small, wisp-like form. The golden tips matched his eyes.

Ah, how difficult it was for the little wisp of wind to braid the young bard’s dark, beautiful locks! He had no hands! Yet despite his clumsy attempts to help, the bard had always smiled in happiness in the wisp’s presence.

How difficult, and yet Venti had always held onto the sweetness of such simple times. The young bard’s hand was warm as the sun, and his laugh, clear as the jingle of a windchime beneath the green shade of the large oak tree in Windrise. The gentle breeze that was his image seeped through the old but never abandoned temple that was Venti’s mind.

And such a temple crumbled as the breeze blew through the age-worn cracks. Rain fell from the blues above. Venti felt a discomfort in his throat as raindrops flowed down from his sky-coloured eyes. The breeze caressed his hat, his cloak, his hair—everything—as the thousand winds blew through the temple, still.

Previously, Venti could only feel the bard’s resolution from within the wind and his victory from the laughter of Mondstadt’s children. All this, but never his face again. The song of freedom had to be sung alone and without—

“Barbatos…” the young bard asked, having finished braiding his gold-tipped hair. “Are you… alright?”

Venti looked at his friend, teary.

Oh, dear blue skies...

Finally, we’ve reunited after millennia of separation, my friend!!

A sudden weight made itself present in the body of the young boy with golden eyes as Venti leaped into his arms and hugged him tightly. 

My friend, the most undying spirit of determination, the poet whose soul cut through the storm and shaped the future of Mondstadt. My friend… My dearest love…

The young bard stumbled backwards and the two fell to the ground with a thump. Venti’s green hat fell off somewhere but he couldn’t care less.

Oh, at long last… I can finally embrace you with my own arms and feel your warmth on my body, my dearest friend… How I so yearned to touch you all those eons ago, but couldn’t because of my form…

The wind blows through the City of Freedom. Yet even though this breath flows through the land so easily, how many arrows did it cost? 

On your behalf, in your image, I’ve decided to travel through this land. It’s all for you.

Along with the bard’s shoulder, Venti’s blue eyes were stained with tears.

Please… Let the wind blow through both our hair at the same time… 

Morax held the back of Barbatos’ head in his hand, and his amber eyes softened at the direction of the wind. 

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The form I take is in your name. Every time I look into the looking-glass, I see your image.

So Morax, thank you for being my looking-glass even for a little while.

#dusk fan writing #fan fiction #nameless bard #venti #Morax #Genshin impact #not ship #genshin fan fic #genshin fan fiction #hurt/comfort

[hamausagi]

i hold up my skrunkly *holds up venti to your face*

How I feel about this character

love the boy !!! i hold him gently. best archon no cap, i was a venti kisser at one point in time but not anymore. he did steal 30$ from me to come home tho so i'm kinda mad at him about that LMAO

but anyways i love the drunk little bard, i pat his head like i would rub a cat's head

All the people I ship romantically with this character

i don't really have any venti ships :>

My non-romantic OTP for this character

this isnt really an OTP or anything but im obsessed with the idea that if he ever died he would make jean the new anemo archon in his place

My unpopular opinion about this character

i love the idea of catboy venti even tho he's allergic to cats LMAO

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

see the jean hc I JUST THINK IT WLD BE SO COOL IF BEFORE HE DIED HE PASSED IT TO HER AND SHE BECAME THE NEW ANEMO ARCHON OK. THATS ALL (yes this was completely inspired by popping-greenbean's art)

ask game !!

#> box ! #> msg from the berry stealer !

[gludgenbell]

Do you know any other artists with a somewhat similar art style to yours?

I do not unfortunately...!

However I take inspiration from these tumblr users:

Popping-greenbeans has an amazing cute style I enjoy

doodlerh 's art is also very sweet looking and edible <3 their ocs are immaculate

777els is has a very attractive art style

oooocleo is amazing with their art I find myself wondering how the hell they draw like that

cccrystalclear has. Such. Good. Art. women,,,

linisabluepancake 's art oh my god... look at it its so?? sexy?? And!!

vbyg 's art style kills me god if only I could draw men the way they do

On Twitter I aspire to have art like

artbynips their style is just??? I am actively being amazed with the realism yet cartoonism of their faces hwjzs if only I could do that man

Nudeerah hehe their art is scrumdidlyumptious and just wow man...

Maybe one of them are someone you're looking for/will enjoy?

#alas I am unique/j #I genuinely just dont know but these guys are like my idols so #gludgen answers! #anonymous

[miidorikawa]

does anyone else in the mutual circke follow popping greenbean bc. anons going wild over there

[frogg1eee]

Happy birthday to me!!!!

Art credits:

1.) Golden Freddy — shockpinkrosary(from Tumblr), rayhantochtli(from Tumblr), LesieVivelfnaf(from Twitter/X), _Lvigilantes_(from Twitter/X);

2.) Toy!Bonnie — melwermalwar(from Tumblr), acid-fangs(from Tumblr), omg_Meferesu_hi(from Twitter/X), Kodokusho2(from Twitter/X);

3.) Marionette/Puppet — miiilowo(from Tumblr), bruhvies(from Tumblr), Monika48256026(from Twitter/X), Bloodbathbaker1(from Twitter/X);

4.) GlamRock!Freddy — popping-greenbean(from Tumblr), garchamp(from Tumblr), BoxFeral(from Twitter/X), Daniux_shit(from Twitter/X).

Edit audio by me.

#video edits #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #golden freddy #toy bonnie #fnaf puppet #fnaf marionette #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #my birthday

[stellaronhunt]

Chapter one: Kazuha ponders languages and guiding stars. Inspired by this comic by @popping-greenbean.

travel notes: rhythm & rhyme is a silly lil collection of short fics that probably don't yield enough for a proper fic but still wanted to be written out.

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #kaedehara kazuha #beidou #stellaron writes

[victorluvsalice]

Okay, after last week’s “oh hey, the house got an upgrade, let me show you it” update, this week we are back to actually playing my beloved Valicer trio through this rather busy Fall Tuesday! Let me catch you up with how they were doing:

-->The first five pictures were actually taken before I did the house upgrades, as you can see from the unpenned chickens and the messy greenhouse -- mostly because I had to wait out a) the darkness of the night (the stupid game kept turning off the lights whenever I tried putting new wall decorations up the first time I tried the house upgrades, so I had to wait for daylight to make sure I could SEE) and b) Alice’s latest rampage (I tried to have her regain control a couple of times, but no dice), as she ran around scavenging through the fields and ducking into the house to howl as the weather got worse and worse. Smiler, for their part, spent a couple of hours gaming, then tended the chickens before using the weather machine to get rid of the latest damn thunderstorm to pop up. That thing was a GREAT investment, let me tell you.

-->Once I was done with upgrades (and gotten a few final good shots to show off, like the dragon dragonfly in its enclosure), it was time for the gang to PROPERLY start the day -- Alice went to do a bit of painting on the front porch, while Smiler flew to the barn to start working on their very first real robot -- a party-bot, natch. :D And Victor woke up with an urge to plant something, which was good, as I had plenty of stuff for him to plant in his new freshly-organized greenhouse! Greenbeans and mushrooms and mandrake, oh my~

So yeah, busy morning for them all doing some of their favorite activities -- and as you can see, Alice did a very nice painting, while Victor got the greenhouse sorted out and everything watered and weeded and all that! And Smiler?

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #the smiler #also if Alice's outfit looks weird in the 'changing back' picture #for some reason it glitched out a bit color-wise? #I'm not sure what the game did #but I was able to get her back to her OWN outfit pretty quickly soo #but yeah ran into some annoying glitches early on #(like Smiler just REFUSING to stay at their computer and play games for aspiration points) #so the house upgrades took a little while #ah well they got done eventually! #and I'm very happy with the new place #I think they are too :) #queued

[dkniade]

In Your Image, the Midas Touch: Story Teaser

(以你的形象，点石成金）

Characters: platonic Barbatos, Morax, Nameless Bard

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warning: memory of character death, major spoilers for Venti’s backstory, crying

——

The form I take is in your name. Every time I look into the looking-glass, I see your image.

So Morax, won’t you be my looking-glass even for a little while?

~

Surely Morax would understand his desire to see the face that would forever be reflected by Barbatos’ form? A face that he so yearned to see again with his own, sky-coloured eyes?

~

With his hat in his hands, Venti watched like a puppy seeing his owner return home from afar.

Before him was the exact image of that young bard, smiling and doing his braided bangs. 

~

Finally, we’ve reunited after millennia of separation, my friend!!

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Genshin Impact fan fiction based on greenbeans' comic.

See you soon in:

In Your Image, the Midas Touch

—以你的形象，点石成金—

——

Characters and setting by HoYoverse, scenario and dialogue by greenbeans / popping-greenbeans, fan fiction by Dusk / dkniade

#dusk fan writing #morax #barbatos #nameless bard #fan fiction #story teaser #genshin fan fic #genshin fan fiction #genshin impact #I'm reuploading my first ever Genshin Impact fic #this time as my own post #a year later #please attend this tale

[hamausagi]

when i say i love tighnari i mean popping greenbean's tighnari. he is the tighnari ever the best tighnari

[gludgenbell]

Recs for blogs that have generally good vibes?

I've got two in mind!

popping-greenbean (their vibes are fantastic, they don't post their art too too often but everyone deserves time to do whatever they want and I like their art

They've got minty green vibes, generally calm and nice to see)

doodlerh (they have orange and apple vibes, they're a blast and make tons of ocs and art)

#gludgen answers! #anonymous

[captain-nohbody]

could u pls,, draw your favourite genshin character(s) just doing whatever ?idk like,, eating a snack or hanging out or something

friend u and ur art are v cool thank u <3

AAAA, here’s my faves! Venti is a big comfort character for me and Beidou has really comforting big sister energy. I actually really love playing with the funkier playstyles in the game a lot. So, Venti is my dps too!

Greenbean you’re great :3 Your art v wholesome v good

#my art #cap draws #digital art #genshin impact #artists on tumblr #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #venti #fan art #beidou #reply #popping-greenbean #asks

[especdreamy]

hi all ive been understanding about recent dsmp is that the fluffy black and white guy turned into a bedsheet ghost??

THE FLUFFY BLACK AND WHITE GUY. that's so cute. Yes he has. You're right.

#Dreamy answers #Popping-greenbean #He died like 'permanently' #So now hes a ghost ^_^