#sorry the lighting in this picture is not very good its the middle of the night so i cant just use my window for good lighting

[sonknuxadow]

did some minor customization to one of my neutral chao figures so cream could have cheese with her if anyone cares

#sorry the lighting in this picture is not very good its the middle of the night so i cant just use my window for good lighting #anyway. to be honest with how small cream is compared to the average sonic figure despite being the same price as all the others #they should have had her come with cheese as her accessory to make up for it #but then again a chao costs the same amount as mini figures of other characters so they would probably never consider that #also im once again trying to rearrange my sonic shelf. things are looking slightly less chaotic but im still not satisfied #so will probably mess with it some more #my main issue i have is i can never decide How exactly i want to arrange things #like do i wanna arrange them based on what kind of item it is. what character it is. the specific media its based on. #idk . i have so much stuff that i never know how to arrange it all #little guy images

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

lost in the fire — LH44 x reader

cw: switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #smut #formula 1 #f1 #fanfiction

[gamermattsgf]

Horror movie hot takes // Matt + Chris

Again, I’m sorry that this is not my proper writing, but don’t worry! My breeding kink oneshot is on its way, I gotchu guys ;) I’m hopefully going to be dropping it some time in the middle of the week, so this is just some light and fun reading to do until then whilst you wait - if you want of course… pls humour my stupid ideas lol.

Thank you to whoever suggested this because I’ve been dying to give u guys my breakdown. Horror is one of my FAV genres, idk why, I just love scaring myself. Also, I don’t have just one to share with u guys, but three different options each because it’s such an expansive genre with so many probable things to pick from. You guys can probably tell that I have way too much fun with these things… (Plus they’d look good in multiple different genres and I rlly wish I could add more but I don’t want these to get too long bc they’re meant to be hot takes).

Obviously, a couple of the pictures I’ve used for the visuals may be potentially triggering as they contain blood and other disturbing bits of paraphernalia, so please if you’re squeamish, proceed with caution!!

But anyways…

Matt:

First up Matt’s most likely to star in some type of rural corn maze horror. I’m thinking proper Southern gothic style, low quality, out in the sticks and with only a small population in the farming town where he resides.

I could so see the storyline following the main character who moves to this place, but very quickly gets that sinking feeling in her stomach that there’s something not right about the town, from the way the locals look at her to the way Matt speaks when she first arrives. There’s got to be that cliché plot line where something suspicious is afoot, something that she wants to unearth.

Matt’s character gives off creepy neighbour vibes, like the kind that watches the main character from behind his curtains as she unloads the moving truck. This Matt is properly country too, from the cowboy boots on his feet to his red flannel shirt and his shotgun that he randomly carries around because he’s a sheep farmer (do I envision him using his country accent, yes, yes I do).

Long story short, the rural town isn’t just a town, it’s actually a cult, and the reason the farmers rear cattle and mind sheep is so that they can conduct ritualistic sacrifices with them.

(I lowkey wish this was a movie I’d eat this kind of twisted shit up)

For his second movie I’m absolutely obsessed with the idea of putting him in a domestic psychological thriller- so proper stalking vibes. I’m thinking something like ‘You’ but almost making him a more extreme version of Joe Goldberg.

Possibly he’s maybe the main character’s co-worker, who takes the secret affection he has for her a little too far? Or even just an absolutely psychotic ex that refuses to let her go… In short this is the kind of movie that doesn’t quite give you that exhilarating rush of jump-scares, but instead tries to make you as physically uncomfortable as possible with an absolutely horrific instrumental soundtrack playing underneath it.

I’m not sure why I chose this branch of horror, but something about the way Matt looks just really did it for me, it’s so difficult to explain but his physical appearance fits the overall image of someone with an obsessive attitude towards a loved one.

Three words. Found footage horror. These kind of horror movies scare me the most because of that idea of it being ‘found footage’. Equally, ‘based on true story’ horrors also mildly unsettle me just because of that idea that it’s been reimagined from a real life event.

Matt’s found footage is giving ‘The Blair Witch Project’, I can defintely see him out in the wilderness with a bunch of his really close friends, all with camcorders in their hands as they document their time camping in the woods. Until everything goes terribly wrong. And they get lost. And are picked off one by one until Matt is the only one standing.

There is no soundtrack this time, just heavy breathing, crunching leaves underneath running footsteps, the sound of the wind in the trees and the occasional blood curdling shriek of whatever is hunting them down.

(I should seriously become a director lmaoo)

Chris:

Now onto Chris… most people often think Chris would thrive in a classic 90’s slasher flick- like ‘Scream’ or ‘Friday the 13th’ which I’m not going to argue against because he really would look great in one. It fits his overall vibe of being the jock boyfriend that is one of the first ones to die after him and his girlfriend stupidly break off from the group to ‘fool around’.

HOWEVER, I personally think that a game show gore horror is more his speed, it fits his skill set better. I feel like Chris would be really versatile in this kind of high-pressure environment and I’d honestly love to see him in a franchise like the ‘Saw’ movies (I want to hear him whimpering in pain) -WHAT…? Who said that??

This Chris is just an ordinary guy who works an ordinary but depressingly mundane job that does not come with the best pay… so what happens when he gets an ad mailed through his letter box promising money to whoever volunteers to try out this new and exciting game for a reality tv show? Well it’s simple, Chris would do anything for a dollar, so he signs up- not taking into account at all about how advertisements like this aren’t normally personally mailed to a person and that quite possibly this letter had actually been specifically targeted to people who were known to be in desperate need of some spare change.

The result? A wicked sadist trapping these poor people into machines and torturing them for his own personal gain.

(Fuck I love this idea)

This next one is a bit of a curve ball but roll with me here… a deep sea horror. Fun fact about me, I have horrible thalassophobia, and a severe fear of sharks (I know, stupid) but I can’t help it lol, they terrify me. However, still rolling with the overall cocky/jock/playboy characterisation of Chris, I could definitely picture him being some form of deep sea diving protege that’s a cave diving expert.

He’s a side character in the thriller that is called in when they need help with locating whatever monster lurks beneath the waves. Due to his speciality in the field, he’s one of the best, and co-leads a team of divers through a cave to see if they can sus out its location.

This Chris likes to wear a lot of blue things, and he’s constantly either smugly chewing on gum or is biting a toothpick within his teeth with an air of superiority about him. The soundtrack helps with the overall gritting suspense of the movie and keeps you on the edge of your seat constantly with jump-scares around every corner.

And finally, who the fuck would I be if I didn’t rope Chris into a zombie/pandemic apocalypse horror? Because this kind of movie has Chris written all over it, real TWD style. For some reason, within the whole horror genre in its entirety Chris fits the branch of gore horror the best, blood, guts and big spectacles of action packed violence. You name it, Chris looks like he could be apart of it.

In an apocalypse kind of situation, Chris would definitely be either a side character who you meet maybe about half way through the series - possibly from some other rival gang that threatens to steal your weapons - or one of the original main characters that have survived thus far. His weapon of choice is definitely either a trusty crowbar, or a classic metal baseball bat, something that he can really swing and satisfy his frenzied killing needs with.

Aesthetics wise, he wear a black bandana to keep the hair out of his face, a white tank top and army green cargo shorts. Pair them with some heavy duty black boots and you’ve got yourself a mighty attractive apocalypse survivor to spend the rest of your shortened life span with.

Author’s notes: someone needs to take my phone AND my imagination away from me immediately at this point, it’s too powerful when they’re put together. I get wayyyy too carried away with this shit lol. I have such a vivid imagination it’s insane to me, I be writing whole ass screen plays for these Jesus Christ. But anyways, I wanna see those two in a horror movie so fucking bad (if you couldn’t tell hehe). Or maybe just watch a horror movie with them… like- dw baby boy I’ll hold your hand at the scary bits hahahaha.

Again, a list of people who I think would entertain my silly little ideas: @luvmila444 @luv4kozume @luverboychris @mattestrella @mattslutt @nicksmainbitch @ellie-luvsfics @orangeypepsi @sturniolosreads @sturniolowhore @sturniolosstar @imwetforyourmom @thesturniolos @strniohoeee @rootbeerworshiper @lacysturniolo @matthemunch @1800chokedathoe @asturniolos @vecnasnose0 @meanttomeet @mattscokewhore @stursweet @breeloveschris @kvtie444 @lovingmattysposts @bernardsgf @fake-sturniolos

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolos

[rachelsfav-queer]

Fingers crossed you do this one

As we all know, Wednesday gets her phone at the end of series 1. Enid, of course, all but threatens Xavier to give her Wednesday’s number and he does. Only Wednesday never texts her. Enid constantly messages her over the holidays but to no response. Disheartened, Enid gives up and accepts that she’ll next speak to Wednesday back at school.

Only one day, she’s sat at dinner with her family and her phone dings. Dinner is always chaos with her family so they don’t notice her pulling out her phone to check the message.

It’s from Wednesday. The notification just reads: ‘The Google tells me this is how the youth of today expresses their desire to court. I do hope this is to your satisfaction. Please respond promptly. Sincerely, Wednesday Addams.’

Confused, Enid opens up the text and immediately begins choking on her drink, not that her family notices.

Because what Wednesday has sent her, in front of her full body mirror in her bedroom, is a photo of her in nothing but her boots. Her braids still perfectly in place, no fancy pose. Just a simple, standing up straight and holding up her phone nude image of Wednesday.

(Gods, anon!!! It’s been so long since you sent this, I’m so sorry!! I really hope you’re still around. I honestly feel so bad for taking so long with this. ITS SO GOOD!!)

Holy shit anon!! 😳😳😳

That is- goddamn!

I’m not exactly sure what you meant when saying you hope I do this, but if you were hoping I could add to this, well, I’ll try my best lol

Enid is beyond happy that her family is known for never noticing her because she has absolutely no idea how to explain herself suddenly almost choking on her food, nor could she give a proper excuse for her sudden disappearance from the table to go… relieve herself.

As she reaches her bathroom, she pulls her phone out again and notices another message from Wednesday, this time a video. When Enid opens it up, she sees Wednesday, in the exact same spot and exact same position, continuing to stare directly into the camera. Slowly, Wednesday raises her free hand to her chest and begins, very robotically, to massage her boobs and releases one single, yet intensely explicit moan. A few seconds later, the video ends, no fanfare, nothing.

Enid barely even registers tearing, literally tearing, her shorts off and before she knows it, she’s lightly circling her clit with her middle finger. The werewolf leans against the bathroom counter, her bare butt providing ample cushion against the cold, hard surface. But she stops for a moment realizing that she has to repay Wednesday for this incredible “courting gift” somehow, right?

After about a minute of deliberation, Enid decides to return the favor in kind with some nudes of her own. Enid realizes that she’s already in the perfect spot for it and so she simply hops up fully onto the counter and spreads her legs as far as she can manage. Then, she switches to her camera on her phone and holds her phone so it’s pointing up with her unshaven pussy in the foreground. As she messes around to get it so the bathroom light reflects the wetness on her groin, Enid gets another idea.

She takes two fingers and spreads her pussy open, giving the perfect picture that she’s been aiming for. Finally satisfied, Enid presses the button and a few seconds later, presses send on the photo along with the message “I accept your proposal 😉” and anxiously awaits Wednesday’s response.

End <3

(Gods, I am so sorry for the late response. I really do feel terrible.)

#anon ask #ask answered #wenclair #wenclair nsft #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #my writing

[talkfastromance4]

Achilles Heel--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

An Arrangement Masterlist

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word count: 1k

warnings: none just fluff

Feedback, asks, comments/reblogs mean the world to me!

Enjoy!

You’d had a wonderful dinner with Jake, he surprised you after work. The night was still young with stars just starting to twinkle in the sky and as he was driving home you saw a billboard advertising a nighttime mini-golf course.

“Can we go mini-golfing?!” you ask him excitedly. “It’s two exits away!”

Jake looks at the billboard apprehensive but replaces it with a soft smile.

“Sure, Sugar.”

He takes the proper exit and finds a parking spot right in front. It’s packed with families and other young couples doing date night. There was an Icee machine, cotton candy, and big pretzels in the concession stands near the entrance. Jake opened your door, helped you out and held your hand all the way up to the ticket booth.

A teenage girl stared wide-eyed as Jake smiled politely at her.

“Two for mini-golf please?” he asks. He releases your hand so he can pull out his wallet, his black Mastercard shining in the night as he hands it to her.

“S-sure,” she stutters. When she grabs the credit card she drops it and it clangs on the metal countertop. She turns tomato red as she swipes the card but it’s approved instantly and she slides it back to him. “You can pick out your ball and putter over there.”

“Thank you,” Jake smiles then tugs you along. 

You pick a neon pink ball and Jake wants you to pick one for him so you find a green one to match his eyes. You write down your names on the scorecard and wait your turn at the first hole as a family of three are going. It’s two women and a little boy about four years old, he hits the ball and follows it down the green while both moms are encouraging him and snapping some photos.

“You two can go ahead, Louis likes to whack it in,” the one closest to you says. 

“We don’t mind waiting,” you smile then turn to Jake, “Isn’t he adorable?”

“He is determined,” Jake grins. 

When they make it to the second hole, Jake has you go first and you line up for the shot. The first hole is winding with rocks alternating down as obstacles so you’re trying to aim in between them. You hit it with your putter and the ball doesn’t hit a rock until the very last one which lands your ball against the wall but it’s near the hole. 

“Good job, Sugar,” Jake praises and you smile proudly at him before moving out of his way.

It takes him a bit longer to line up his shot as you watch him carefully, he seems nervous and antsy. He swings his putter and the ball hits the very first rock, rolling right back to him.

“That’s okay, go again,” you tell him. 

He moves the ball back to its spot in front of his feet, his leather shoes shining against the outdoor lights. You back up a little to admire him in his fancy outfit playing mini-golf so you inconspicuously pull out your phone to snap a picture. 

“Hey! No flash photography,” he warns.

“Sorry,” you giggle pocketing it back into your Coach crossbody. Another gift from Jake.

He lines up again, biting his lip and hits the ball. It goes halfway down the green so you follow him to the spot. He hits two more rocks before he finally makes it to the hole. He lets you go first and you tap it in easily but he takes two more strokes. Jake looks mildly irritated as you move to hole number two but you pass it off as not playing in a while.

As you move along the course Jake becomes increasingly irritable as it takes him double the time to score than you. You get to the fifth hole where you have to hit your ball into one of three holes so it will drop down below. Yours goes in the middle and you get a hole in one but Jake’s ball is hit a little too hard and it smacks off the back wall rolling right to him. 

“Fuck,” he hisses quietly and you snap your head at him. You’ve never heard him swear before. He’s gripping the handle of his putter tightly.

“Have you played mini-golf before?” you ask carefully.

“Of course I have,” he grunts and goes again. The ball goes in the hole on the far left and you run to the edge to see it roll into a makeshift sand pit. “Where’d it go?”

“In the made-up sand pit,” you smile apologetically. The muscle in his jaw ticks and he walks past you to go down the small flight of stairs. 

You follow him just as he angles himself awkwardly on the green and wood chips so he can hit his ball. He hits it a bit too hard and goes way past the hole. He grunts again and you move in front of him.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down,” you place your hand over his hand gripping the putter too tightly. His grip relaxes at your touch but his expression is still hard as he looks down at you. “Are you sure you’ve played before?”

“Once when I was younger. I’m used to regular golf, where you have to hit it hard. This putter is too small and this course has too many weird obstacles,” he huffs.

A snorted laugh escapes you and you cover your mouth while Jake tries to move out of your way. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” you move in front of him again grabbing hold of his cheek. He pointedly avoids your eyes. “I’m not laughing at you, honey, I swear. It’s just…you’re so good at everything else, I thought this would be a piece of cake for you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s my achilles heel,” he grunts.

“If you don’t like it then why did we come?”

“Because you seemed so excited and I want you to be happy,” he finally meets your gaze.

“Oh, Jake, that’s so sweet,” you rise on your toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “We can stop if you want to.”

“No, we’re almost done and you’re enjoying yourself. Just promise me one thing?” he asks. 

“What’s that?”

“Don’t tell the guys I suck at mini-golf?”

#an arrangement #an arrangement series #jake x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake and sugar #top gun maverick writing #jake seresin fluff #hangman fluff #hangman x reader

[the-likesofus]

merry go 'round

9-1-1 on Fox | Pre-Buddie | 700 words | phone call, buck gets existenial about lounge furniture, taylor speaks in riddles, post s6

Buck is having an existential crisis over his life, his girlfriend, and his furniture. He calls Taylor for advice.

“Why are you calling me, Buckley?” Taylor sounds groggy and vexed, which Buck supposes makes sense and in all honesty, he isn’t sure he has an answer but he’s been pacing his apartment for hours and the sun set without him noticing, and then it started rising again while he was still pacing.

“I don’t know.” He says eventually. 

Taylor sighs and he hears her shuffling around on the other end of the line. “You don’t know? Buck, it’s five am, on a Sunday. I was asleep.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He really is sorry. It took a while for him and Taylor to get to where they are now but nine months on from their break up they’ve talked and reconciled a few sore spots between them and are friends again. Friends who catch up every couple of weeks, who go for coffee or to a bar for drinks. But not really friends who call each other at five o'clock in the morning in the middle of an existential crisis. 

“Why didn't you call Eddie?” She asks.

“Eddie’s asleep.”

“I was asleep, Buck.” She spits and then breathes heavily. “So, why didn’t you call Eddie? Or is this about Eddie?”

“It’s not,” Buck says as he sits on the barstool in his kitchen and looks out at his empty loft. His coffee table; is clear of books, puzzles, and remotes. His bookshelves; are tidy and decorated, but almost to the point of looking like they've been staged for a home magazine. His new couch, the new new one. Not the one his Mom brought, the one that Natalia helped him pick out. It looks nice in the same way that the bookcases do. It fits the space well, it's a good size, and the color ties in well with his other furniture. It’s decidedly more comfortable than the one his Mom brought. But like the bookcases, it looks—put on. 

All of my couches came with girlfriends.

“Am I going in circles?” He asks eventually and Taylor laughs. It’s light and polished on the edges just as it always was.

“Physically or metaphorically, because you sound like you’ve been pacing? Have you been pacing?”

“How do you know I’ve been pacing?”

“Because these questions sound like you’re overthinking, and when you overthink, you pace.” She says matter-a-factly. “It was quite annoying actually. You overthink a lot.”

“Duly noted, thanks.” He rolls his eyes and rubs the cuff of his sweatshirt back and forth between his fingers. “Seriously though, do you think I’m going in circles?” 

“In what context?” Research, facts. This is why he called Taylor.

“Life? Relationships?”

She sighs again, she does that a lot now. Like Buck is something to be pitied, or frown at, or maybe she just wishes he could see whatever she thinks is so obvious. He wants to, he just doesn’t know where to look. “I heard you got a new girlfriend.”

“It’s been almost a year since we broke up, Taylor.” 

“I’m not jealous, Buckley. I’m not fourteen and cursing your name in my diary while telling it every terrible, no good thing you ever did to me.” She scolds then her voice changes. It doesn’t soften, not really, but it evens out and loses its sharpness. “She seems nice from your pictures. Very pretty.”

“Yeah, she is nice.” Natalia is very nice, probably nicer than Buck deserves, particularly when he could put her in a lineup with his bookshelf and his couch and probably wouldn’t be able to pick the difference. 

“Buck, what makes you think you’re going in circles?” Taylor asks.

Considering it’s all he’s thought about for the last eight hours he’s been haunting his own home, he doesn’t have to think long on his answer but he pauses anyway. Maybe for dramatic effect, maybe just to breathe.

“I just–. I feel like every time I’m making progress, doing better, learning things, learning from things, and then finally feeling ready to step into a relationship again, it doesn’t feel like progress, it just feels like falling back into the same patterns.” He bites his lip and it stings. “Like I’m going in circles, like getting on and off the same Merry Go ‘Round.”

“Are you going in circles to find something or around something?”

She talking in riddles and Buck’s too tired and too stressed to decipher them. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Taylor is quiet for a moment. The breeze outside brushes the leaves of the palm on his balcony against the window. 

She shifts again. “Are you sure this isn’t about Eddie?”

Maybe it is. Maybe it should be.

#evan buck buckley #taylor kelly #buddie #meegs writes stuff #911 fox #911 s6 #911 abc #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #eddie diaz #911 on fox #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #911 on abc #911 ficlet

[c0ffinshit]

Hiii can you please write some more Nathan Bratt headcanons? It can be any kind you want to write, I’m just desperate for more content with him and you’re like the only person I could find who writes him. 😭

its alright, don’t worry. lucky for you, i do have some general/romantic/smutty hc that didn’t make the cut the first time around. so, those little headcanons get second life in the form of this post. so i hope you enjoy!! xoxo

warnings: fluff, pet play mentions, bottom!nathan mostly (sorry to the top!nathan truthers), like two mentions of public sex

general and romantic headcanons:

- i will continue to repeat this til i die: THIS MAN HAS AUTISM AND ADHD.

- no i will not elaborate or explain any further

- because literally THIS MAN will take like 2 years to figure out you like him

- but when he does tho… WOOO NELLY he is going to use that fact and NEVER. BRING. IT. UP.

- he is so scared that he’s wrong EVEN THO its so obvious even a helen-keller-type could figure it out

- yknow how people have like a childhood blanket or stuffed animal that they have had since they were a baby… yeah he has one and its a loin

- and he can’t go ANYWHERE without it

- ‼️ROMANTIC HEADCANON ALERT ‼️ okay so he loves watching romcoms with you and cuddle up with a big soft blanket

- was willingly in his school’s D.A.R.E program (iykyk)

- owns and collects star wars legos, will cry if you get him the latest/most expensive set for any holiday

- speaking of holidays, during christmas, he is the type to go ALL OUT in terms of decorations

- big christmas tree with topic of those hallmark ornaments with like snoopy and shit

- the lawn has those big tacky inflatable snow light thingy (like the ones at home depot)

- christmas lights EVERYWHERE. and i mean everywhere

- MATCHING. CHRISTMAS. SWEATER. EVERY. YEAR.

- actually scratch that, he LOVES matching outfits every year

- loves going to the big box stores (macy’s, jc penney, etc.) and taking tacky 80s style photos if they have a photo studio

- his humor is if the phrase “rawr means i love you in dinosaur X3” and the other phrase “well erm… that just happened ☝️🤓” had an unholy baby

- is a bit immature (aka he will giggle if you say “im coming!” in a non-sexual context)

- if you give him a card with a sweet message in it, he will tear up a bit, even if it just says “i love you”

- scared of roller coaster and most other theme parks ride, including dark rides

- scared of the dark in the same way that wiston from new girl is scared of the dark (aka DEADLY AFRAID)

- he thinks you are WAYYYY out of his league

- if you have a pet, he will dress them up in stupid costumes and sent them to you

- speaking of texting, will randomly send you big paragraphs in the middle of the day just talking about how grateful he is to have you in his life

- the KING of good morning and night messages

- he just really really loves texting you even if you are a dry texter (like me)

- he can always make something out of nothing in terms of one word message

- will send pictures of random things with the text “This totally reminds me of us/you! Thinking about you everyday! Love you ❤️❤️”

- this is my long winded way of saying he texts like he’s a nice old lady

- like he will write an entire paragraph talking about his day and if u reply with “okay” HE WILL JUST KEEP GOING ON (asking about your day, talking about stuff that reminded him of you, etc.)

smutty headcanons:

- probably cried the whole time when you had sex with him for the first time

- is open to toys, any toys expect for the first time you made love with him

- has this weird thing about your neck (he focuses on it wayyyy too much)

- very good at fingering and cunnilingus

- will call you ‘miss’ or ‘mistress’ when you top him

- “please miss… i’ll be a good boy. i’ll get on my hands and knees so you can use me as your toy.”

- AUGHHHHH ALSO he has a dirty secret (kinda related to my ‘he secretly has a pet play kink’ thingy)

- okay so the dirty secret is this: when you and him dressed up for halloween one year; the same year you dressed as a sexy cat… he was trying SO HARD to hide his hard on from you

- probably also related to pet play thingy, when you wear those collar chokers-style necklaces, he also gets a hard on

- NO SRSLY THE MINUTE HE SEES YOU IN IT BOOM BONER

- you just look so cute and sexy in anything and everything that you do HE CANT HELP IT

- also doesn’t help that you abuse this fact to your advantage

- you need something? sex? money (which he doesn’t have)? a dog? just wear those hot topic collar chocker things and he’ll give it to you IMMEDIATELY ASAP

- also ALSO hates the term master and daddy

- except for when he was possessed by biddle

- LOVESSS WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS LAP

- its like all the pet play shit HE WILL GET A HARD IN IMMEDIATELY if you sit in his lap

- loves dirty talk (mostly when you do it… since he is a bit rusty at it)

- has a weird thing about smell? (idk i can’t really explain that one im sorry but you’ll have to figure out this one lol)

- also, you’d think because he basically is obsessed with texting you that he would like nudes or sexting

- well you’d be DEAD WRONG. he hates nudes and sexting

- his main reason being “why would i send it in a text when i can say it to you right here?”

- phone sex… is a very different story

- loves phone sex like LOVES LOVES phone sex

- will do it if he’s far away from you and wants to cum so hard

- he also seems like the type to get those long distance relationships sex toys where its like a dildo and a fleshlight and it feels like your partner is fucking you? do you know what im talking about? cuz if you dont, google is free

- if you are also a switch with him, he will get confused on which role to play at first

- you have to be crystal clear with your intentions and his role

- he isn’t the brightest bulb on the christmas tree in terms of sexual and social cues but we (aka me) love them anyways

- has fantasies about you and him having public sex but is too scared to actually commit

- actually, he probably would’ve done it one time at a restaurant where you both teased each with remote controlled vibrators but swore it off after that

#nathan bratt x reader #nathan bratt x reader smut #nathan bratt #justin long x reader #justin long #goosebumps 2023 #goosebumps #justin long x reader smut

[bonesandthebees]

I only just now figured out how to do the ask thing on here and just remembered you have an account on here so hellooo

I finished reading stars for the first time like yesterday and finished it in like 4-5 days— it’s so good o(-( 💖 My brain is already wanting to do a pmv for it— it may or may not have become a favorite of mine

I wanted to ask though, do you have any descriptions of what the planets roughly look like from afar?

fire!! aaa thank you so much I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! stars is my BABY it's genuinely the best thing I've written I think. no pressure ofc but if you did a pmv I would sob /pos

uhh I can try to provide example images if you want but those will be hard to find, so I'll give descriptions for now and if you need reference pics lemme know!!

(also fire I hope you know you're always welcome to dm me lol)

anyway! description time!

Eldingvegr - the planet is tidally-locked, meaning it doesn't spin. one side is always facing its sun, while the other side is always cast in darkness. the sun facing side, Sólsid, is a vast desert so the planet looks mostly brown and yellow on that side. the dark facing side, Nóttsid, is permanently shrouded in darkness, but if someone were to point a giant flashlight at it it would mostly be white and grey because it's largely made up of stone and ice with a few small settlements here and there. most of the planets population lives in the Røkkrring, which is the middle band of the planet where the day and night sides meet. I actually did find a reference picture of what a sunset looks like from space so

in my mind the Røkkrring looks like this from space—a band of varying shades of soft pinks. I know that's a lot going on with one planet lol sorry about that

Zephys IV - this planet is extremely cold, with the entire population living underground because the surface is essentially just ice and a few extremely hardy tundra plants. from afar the planet essentially looks like a ball of white and blue ice.

Kinoko - as a planet Kinoko is heavily forested with a huge variety of mushrooms and trees found on the surface. from afar it looks relatively similar to earth, except it's more land than water and the land is extremely green

Mantle - schlatt's planet is a moon that orbits a gas giant (like Jupiter in our own solar system). the gas giant Mantle orbits is a light orangish color, while Mantle itself looks kind of like Saturn's moon Titan with it's kind of hazy green/blue/orange glow

And then we have the Badlands, which are a trio of planets that all orbit another gas giant that govern together. Of the Badlands we have:

Nona - this one is like Kinoko in that it's a heavily forested planet with lots of green. whereas Kinoko though looks roughly to have 55% land and 45% water, Nona has 70% land and 30% water. It's mostly just masses of extremely green continents with a few splashes of blue lakes here and there.

Decima - in my mind Decima has the same haziness you always see with Saturn's moon Titan, but the color scheme for Decima is entirely yellows. the surface of Decima is uninhabitable due to high temperatures and toxic gas, so all populations live in floating cities in the upper atmosphere

Morta - Morta is a bit of a hell planet that only gem hybrids like Skeppy and demons like Bad can survive on. the planet itself is dark grey and red with no visible water anywhere from afar. there technically is water on the planet, but it's very far below ground in the extensive cave system that runs through the entire thing.

And then the gas giant these three planets orbit is kind of a hazy dark orange/reddish color in my mind but I'm not super picky about it

okay I that's it! I hope that helps!

#ask #firexima #the stars and their children

[tf2-oneshots]

hello! can i request a soldier x spy fic that spy takes soldier to go on a victory date because they won over the blue team and they go to a Really fancy restaurant and solly get embarrassed that he doesn’t know how to use fancy forks and spoons and spy helps him out, spy not getting frustrated with solly lake of knowledge on all the fancy stuff and in the end enjoying their meal (sorry for being a long request i just NEED more content of them and Thank you very much in advance!!!)

Never be sorry for long requests!! You have no IDEA how much i love these goofballs

Warnings: none!

Rating: General

His collar is itchy. His blazer is sweaty. His shoes are too tight. Soldier gives his tie a gentle tug, hoping to loosen it enough for him to breathe. He looks down to his arm where Spy linked hers. He looks so graceful. Every step in her heels is smooth as if he’s worn them hundreds of times. He probably has actually. The same goes for her dress. A smooth burgundy that hugs her figure down to the knees. Beneath it, a pair of nude stockings sit upon shaved legs.

The waiter guides them to their table. Soldier does his best to squeeze through the sea of tables despite the strange look. The waiter probably doesn’t realize that Soldier is, well, a soldier! He knew taking off his helmet was a bad idea. Even if Spy knows, it’s not enough for Jane. What good are his medals if he never shows them?

“We’ll start with salads.” Even her words are graceful. Soldier looks around, trying to make sense of the whole restaurant. It’s Italian, which explains the strange decorations. It should be American themed with flags and steaks!

“Is everything alright, Jane?” Spy looks up from her menu. His red lipstick shines in the low lighting. How the hell is anyone meant to look at the menu let alone see?

“I am perfectly fine!” A few odd looks. Damnit, too loud. Soldier lowers his head, focused on the menu. Where are the pictures? What the hell is ‘mersalsa’? If anything, he can point to something random and hope for the best. That usually works.

Soldier glances at the glasses of wine poured for them. He grabs the neck with his fist, which makes Spy raise her brow. Okay, maybe just his thumb and index? No, that’s not it. Damnit, how does Spy do it again?

“I’m surprised to see you interested in wine, mon étoile.” Spy can’t count the number of times he watched Soldier guzzle cans of beer. Certainly enough for him to wind up blackout drunk, and naked, in the common room. A traumatic sight for a very unfortunate Scout.

“I like wine. It tastes…good.” He takes a sip, resisting the urge to gag. Damn thing tastes like rotten grapes. How can Spy sip it so easily? Soldier watches her drink and quickly fixes how he holds the wine glass. Its a shock that his big, meaty hand didn’t shatter the thin glass.

Their salads finally arrive. Soldier isn’t sure why it has little red things that look like raisins, but he doesn’t mention it. He unrolls the silverware only to see three forks, four spoons, and two knives. Soldier reaches for the middle fork. No, wait, the one on the left. The biggest fork has to be for the main course, right? So its the tiny one, or is that the dessert fork?

As Spy bites into her cranberry salad, he notices the turmoil Soldier is in. His hand hovers over the forks, and the spoons for a brief minute, struggling to pick the one for salads. Her hand lays atop his, guiding him to the middle one.

“That one, dearest.” Soldier thanks her and finally begins eating. He tries to shovel massive clumps of lettuce into his mouth, but Spy clears her throat. He takes the smaller knife, demonstrating how to cut into their starter before taking a bite.

Soldier wants to beat the crap out of whoever made so many different types of utensils. He gives a grumble, trying to cut the lettuce without shaking the table. He’s not trying to be so brutish, but its all he knows! How can Spy do this with every meal? They should just get rid of forks and only use hands like nature intended!

“Jane, I don’t mind if you don’t know which one to use.” Their empty plates are set aside. Soldier tries to relax, but his shirt is one slouch away from bursting open. He grabs one of the rolls from the basket, ripping it in half only to groan. He’s supposed to use a knife! Is he even allowed to pick it up with a bare hand?

“I wanted to impress you. I know you like fancy men, but I learned my manners in the trenches.” Meaning Soldier would roll around in abandoned war zones and pray he didn’t step on a landmine. Would be fun now since he has respawn, but not so much as a 10 year old digging for free memorabilia.

“I’m not dating you for your manners. I’m dating you because I love you.” Spy reaches over, cupping his face affectionately. The two share a kiss, and Spy does the unthinkable. He takes a dinner roll and rips it in half like a barbaric animal. Soldier laughs, raising one of his halves like a glass and clinking it against Spy’s.

While not a perfect man, nor one with refined taste in any way, Soldier is a good lover. Spy doesn’t mind his improper ways of eating or the amount of sauce that managed to stain his mouth. She loves Soldier, flaws and all. Even if they get a few side eyes during dinner. He can always stab anyone that gives them trouble.

Need me a girl like Spy -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #freedom fries #soldierspy

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Flesh wound ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Jesse Word Count|| 837 Tags|| dad!Jesse, mild injury, blood is mentioned, fluff, Jesse being a good Dad. Synopsis|| You come home to find your loving husband tending to your ad'ika.

Blood prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Low chatter draws your attention as you enter your apartment, the gentle back and forth of its occupants making your heart swell with love. The first voice was deep and rich, his distinct flash-trained accent rounding each word as he spoke. It had mellowed over the years, smoothed and softened by years of listening to his commander, but it was no less familiar - your smile growing as he addressed his companion.

“This is going to sting, but I know you can handle it. Right trooper?”

A low sniffle follows, the lighter voice of your son muted by a small hand wiping a tear stained face.

“Right.”

“Atta boy.”

You can just picture the smile on Jesse’s face, the upward curve of his lips and crinkle of his eyes making the lower end of his tattoo distort. It was one of your favorite sights in the whole wide world, the light that shone in your eyes more than enough to make you fall in love with him all over again. Stars, even the sight of him standing opposite your small child made you gush, his broad frame near hiding the toddler from sight as he fiddled with the sprawled contents of a first aid kit.

“I want you to take three deep breaths for me, count them for me ad’ika.”

“One -- two --”

Your son never got to three, the world hissed from between taught lips as Jesse wiped his bloodied knee clean with a sterilizing wipe. Poor kid. You didn’t like the sterilizing wipes either, especially when they made contact with an open wound, and it made you want to run in and wrap your arms around him. But you didn’t. Jesse seemed to have the situation more than handled, the ease in which he tended to the scrape making your head spin as he whispered soothing words to the toddler.

“You're doing great kid, Kix would be so proud.”

“He would?”

The youngster’s voice trembles, his innocent tone empathized by the whistle of a lost tooth.

“Absolutely! He’s seen grown men flee at the sight of a sterilizing strip.”

That earns him a hesitant giggle, the pain of the scrape long forgotten as he continues to clean the wound. You can tell at a glance that it’s one of those scrapes kids are prone to, that your excitable toddler had probably fallen over in the middle of one of their games, but that doesn’t stop you from gushing at how competent your partner is. He has the wound dressed in no time at all, his eyes sparkling with warm pride as he fishes a sucker from his belt pouch.

“In fact, he’d insist I gave you one of these for being such a good patient.”

You laugh as your son drops down from the counter, his rounded cheeks dimpling as he catches sight of you in the doorway.

“Mommy! I got a sucker!”

“You did? You must have been very brave indeed.”

He nods his head emphatically, his wild curls bobbing as he rolls up to his toes and back down again.

“I was! Daddy said ba’vodu Kix would be very proud.”

“And daddy’s never wrong, right ad’ika?”

“Right!”

You grin as you ruffle his curls, your head tilting in the direction of the living room as you turn him gently towards it.

“I think my brave boy deserves to watch some cartoons, don’t you?”

You don’t think you’ve seen him vacate a room so fast, your laughter rolling pleasantly in your chest as Jesse curls his arms around your midsection. He’s so warm and firm, the breadth of his torso making you feel oh so safe as he pulls you flush against him.

“Sorry. I should have com’d you the second he took that tumble.” 

“You know you don’t need to.”

“But you’re his mother. Kix told me before his birth that you’d be very upset if I didn’t tell you he’d sustained an injury in my care.”

You snot, as ever entertained by his brother’s wild interpretation of natborn emotions.

“I think that brother of yours regularly forgets you’re an ARC, with all the training that goes with it.”

You reach up, curling your arm to palm the back of his head in a gentle hold.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust your judgment, stars, just watching you with him makes me think we’re ready for another child.”

His breath catches, an odd stuttering sound that makes you smile as he nestles his nose against your temple. You know what being a father means to him, that he enjoys and treasures every single moment of it, so for you to add to his boundless joy? It means the galaxy to him! The vibration of air filling his chest makes you giddy as he pulls you closer with a growl.

“Kriffing love you.”

“Love you too.”

You always would, for in him you’d found the perfect husband and father, your life a blessed thing as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

#cfb2023 #arc trooper jesse x reader #dad!Jesse #Clones as fathers #I'm soft for this! #He'd be such a good dad! #they all would! #HOLD ME! #star wars fanfiction #one shot #drabble #prompt challenge

[eaudera]

What do you think about the fieroo1225 miles morales fanart debate on twitter?

sorry for the late response! i actually had no idea what you were talking about before i searched it up. my general opinion is that he was whitewashed plain and simple lol. i know nothing about miles morales or the story line but just from taking a look at his character design from the movies it’s pretty apparent he was whitewashed in fieroo1225’s rendition of him… people seem to think direct lighting will lighten even your middle tones (the area on someones skin in any given picture that appears to be the least affected by shadow or light), thats not true. not to mention lighting does not whiten/brighten your skin tone but only reflects off your skin. on the left is fieroo1225’s fanart, the right is the actual character design of miles morales. the light reflection on the right is a clear example of direct lighting reflecting off your skin. the lighting on the left is over blended+over affects its surrounding areas, considering it’s meant to be direct lighting (as in the light source is extremely close to the subject, leaving little room for it to spread) it shouldn’t travel that far (i.e, his neck is over affected, the areas behind his ear should be darker given his mid tone).

if u need a second argument for why these two are not the same skintone, the middle tones (or where they should be) in the miles fanart are the same value as the shadows… not good. anyways thats all i have, i actually think the right is great art when removed of all context lol, it is just not miles morales in my very honest opinion.

#inbox #should note* that the artist didnt seem to do this intentionally so we could use this as a great learning moment abt rendering darker skin

[foster-the-moths]

If you don't mind, could you give us a tutorial or brief explanation on how you render hair? /nf

YES!! unfortunately i got. very tired after making this so this is only one hair type :( was gonna go into all the different types of hair textures but. i will just have to do that later. also keep in mind i drew this in like. 7 minutes its just a simple guide to get out the basic steps

^i didn't put music in this so. listen to whatever u want while ur watching this (its 6 minutes 40 seconds). also its slightly sped up this isn't real speed

elaboration of each step under read more:

step 0: look at other hair tutorials/pictures of real hair to figure out how light reflects off of them. then completely disregard that and just make things up (this is the best artistic process trust me i do it every day)

step 1: just get out that basic shape. it doesnt have to be anything fancy,

step 2: just fill it in and adjust the shape as needed

step 3: figure out how the hair moves and flows, which parts go out more (highlights), which parts are closer to the head (shadows/base), etc. i highly recommend just looking at pictures of hair online, or taking pictures of your own hair. for coily/curly hair, you just kind of have to do this for each curl/coil. one thing to keep in mind the highlight is in the middle of the curl/coil and the shadows are on the edges (usually). i'll elaborate more on that once i have an actual video for it

step 4: just make it so the edges of the highlights transition a bit more smoothly into the base color. it just helps for later steps tbh. try not to over do it, don't want to completely get rid of the highlight, just soften it

step 5: add more highlights with thinner brush. this should be where the light would bounce off the hair the MOST. i think i forgot to say in the video uhhh add in some base value too. maybe a few shadows. mostly this step is for highlights tho.

step 6: idk what else to put here sorry. ngl just get silly with it

step 7: it is very important to do one stroke per area in this one. do not lift your pen off the screen/tablet/whatever until the little area youre working on is one smooth transparent shade, then move on to the next. idk if i'm explaining this right hopefully this makes sense.

step 8: complete opposite as step seven. make as many strokes as you feel it needs. not TOO many, just enough to get some texture and then some yk? i recommend making a copy of the layer youre working on before doing this so that if you mess something up you can always go back to square one.

also a lot of these steps apply to pretty much any hair type just. in a completely different shape with completely different rules. which is to say its exactly like this but it actually isn't like this at all. which is why i plan on making other videos some day (hopefully) also look up "hair texture chart" it will help you find the words you need to look up good refs

remember: always get silly with it. the only rule to to make things up and change your mind 400 times. bring a 'fuck it, we ball' mentality to your art program that the haters (your brain) really won't like. practice makes perfect and all that, do NOT expect to get something good first try, sometimes i still struggle with drawing hair in a way that i like and just scrap the whole thing. also i'm not kidding about those real hair reference pictures it helps so so much

hope this helped at least a little bit bc i am not good at explaining things 👍

#foster's art tag #asks #someday i will make refs for how i draw long/med length and straight/curly/coily hair but. todays not that day rip #edit: just realized a bit of text pops up in the middle of step 3 that is. not supposed to be there so i editted it out👍

[anime-is-godlike]

dainsleif x reader

Xx angst xX ..meation of fire blood and death

If you are uncomfortable Reading anything related to the bit above please click away and read some fluff

I was walking around the market in the kingdom of khaenri'ah my home and the home of my husband dainsleif who works as a guard and our 3 year old daughter clover who’s accompanying me today on our shopping trip as we walked I hear her yell out

“Daddy!!” I look up and sure enough it’s my husband he looked in our direction with a smile

“Hello you two” he lifts clover in his arms and give me a peck on the cheek and riffles clovers hair a huge smile plastered on his face the whole time

“I was just getting ingredients for dinner tonight” he smiled and put clover down

“I see, I need to get back to work I’m running a little late and you know what those twins are like” I giggle and wave to him as he runs to the castle, as we were walking clover stops dead in her tracks and stairs at something or someone it was a boy a little older then her with blue hair and he seemed to be alone my momma instincts kicked in and I went over to check to see if he was okay

“Excuse me young man are you okay?” He looked up in shock but then smiled

“I’m alright Madam sorry I’m just waiting for my father” he looked around then looks down with a frown

“Are you okay big brother..um” clover piped up trying to think of a name

“Alberich you can call me that” clover nodded with a giggle

“Okay big brother al” I’m guessing his names to difficult to pronounce I giggle to myself, he then looked up his eyes sparking

“My father has arrived thank you kind madam and little lady” he ran of waving that sight made my giggling worse he reminds me of dain when we where younger, I grabbed clovers hand and nudged her to walk with me as we made our way home.

Me and dain met when we where very young our families where friend and often we went to each others houses, yes we where childhood sweethearts as we grew older our feelings never change we got married and soon after clover came into the picture life was amazing…..I wish it remained that way

—————

I was in the kitchen fixing up dinner and clover was in the living room playing it was still early and everything was peaceful

I was just about to light the oven when I felt the ground shake and a glass fall to the floor

“What was that?” Earth quake’s don’t happen here so….

“Clover?” I walked into the living room to see her looking out the windows unmoving

“Sweetie?” I look out with her

“Mummy what’s going on?” I was in shock everything was red it was

“Fire?” My first instinct was to run but what about dain? I then looked to clover..no I need to protect my daughter I pick her up and walk way from the windows in case they shatter

“Mummy?” I look down smiling I need to be strong and not panic I don’t want to frighten her

“Don’t worry hunny everything will be fine we just need to go find daddy okay” she nod and nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck and closed her eyes I take a breath in

Dain don’t worry about us we’ll see each other again, I look out the window it seems the fire is spreading closer to our house we need to get out of here so where not trapped I grab a scarf from the coat rack and tie clover to my chest so she’s got more security in case I need to run with one last knot, I open the door smock filled the air and was nothing but fire and ash I look down to clover so see she’s dozed of that’s good just let he sleep

I look around to see if I can spot my blond and blue eyed husband but to no avail as I was looking around I noticed people gripping there heads in pain I wanted to see if there okay but I have clover with me I need to get out of the kingdom fast

I was now jogging to the edge of the kingdom I was trying to reach the forest outside the walls

“Ehh reee” I then Heard this weird clunky noise and this Machine I’ve never scene before was right in front of me it was huge and had a single hole in the middle of its chest with long arms and legs

“Wait I think dain told me about this I think there called field tillers?” He walked past me and toward the kingdom engulfed with flames…our home I’d no more what are we gonna do now, I look around

“Dain!!?” I yell out to the kingdom

“Dain!!” I call out again I can find him where is he?

“Well, well, well who do we have here?” The voice which spoke out was echoing and didn’t sound human at all I look around and didn’t see anything

“Wrong way human!” I look up to see a figure on the roof of a building in armour head to toe with a huge spear hanging by his side

“Nothing personal” he jumped down spear in the air he was aiming for us I turn around protecting clover with my body and hug her close

“Mummy?” I hear the groggy voice of my now awoken daughter

“Hey sweetie did you have a nice dre-” I then felt something sharp go through me and blood trickles down my back

“Mummy!!” My strength gives out and I fall to the floor still keeping a tight hold on clover

“…Y/n?” I look up to see

“..da..i..n” I see him dash over his face was completely pale and his eyes where in shock, I felt him hold me

“Daddy!!” Clover yelled out hugging me

“Take clover and run” I look at him, he gripped my hand and I smile at him, I could feel my body getting weaker by the second I can tell I’m dying soon

“Hate to brake up this family moment” that voice echoed out again

“I have but one mission” he points his spear at us

“To eradicate all of khaenri'ah” I tug on dains sleeve

“Take…..clover run” he looked at us then to the figure and stood up

“I won’t let you harm my family you piece of shit!!” He ran forward and lunged at the man, the man dodged, I looked down at clover and she looked pale I tried to comfort her but I have no strength in my body to move but I could still speak

“Clover” I felt her more her head slightly

“Mummy loves…..you and will forever….love you” she didn’t really respond to that but I felt a slight nod..why is she so quite?

I heard a huge crash and I saw dain fly into a building I wanted to get up and help but my vision went slowly dark

Is this the end for me?….clover…dain I’m sorry everything was going black and cold

“…n….y….Y/N!!” I heard dain but where is he?

“D..ai…n?” I think he grabbed my hand and I felt something warm against it

“Ple…ase look af..ter clov..er” I felt drops hitting my face..is he crying

“My sweet kni…ght live…and lov..e again p..promise me” I lost all sensations and took my finale Breath

“I’m sorry!! I’m sorry I wasn’t here quick enough please..please stay with me both of you…Y/N!! CLOVER!!!!!” Dainsleif cried over the body of his wife and child the side of his face was badly burnt and he was trying his best not to completely break

“Come back please!!” He pressed his forehead to his wife and child what his wife didn’t know was when the spear went through her it also went through clover as well they both died moments apart

Dainsleif was left alone without the two people he loved the most in the world, no longer will he come home to a smiling wife and his daughter running up and asking to play, no longer will he parole the streets to protect his home he looks out to the burning city with one thing on his mind…………revenge

Revenge on those who destroyed his home and most importantly revenge on those who killed his family

He was a changed man after that day he never opened his heart to anyone ever again the once bright cheerful man was now cold and alone

#dainsleif #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif x reader #genshin angst

[mrallnight57-blog]

The Island of Dr. Spy

Chapter 1

Rough Rough Rough Draft

Jenny Ramirez had finally been given the opportunity to go back to Roswell New Mexico. Up to now she had been busy following up leads, and trying to learn more about the criminal organization that funded the Gothic Lights over five years ago.

She knew the Organization had gotten its start, in her home town of Roswell New Mexico. Now though, the organization operated all around the world. So getting back to Roswell was not an easy endeavor.

Another thing that made her job hard, was the fact that cosmic children had now become mainstream. She had learned about them five years ago, and was even part of a conspiracy to cover them up. Unfortunately their battles on the streets had far too many eyewitnesses. Then the media got involved. So Jenny and other government agencies had to admit there existence.

Jenny was in her childhood home. Her mom was in the kitchen preparing her a cup of coffee, and her dad was at work. Even at 69, her dad was still busting his ass in the oilfield.

Jenny was looking at old family photos. As she looked through the photos. One caught her attention. It was a picture of her, and her older sister Maria.

Maria was ten years older than Jenny. Even with this age gap. The two of them were very close. Maria was basically Jenny's babysitter when she was a kid, and the two of them would play and watch cartoons together.

When Maria was eighteen, she went to college. She was always very smart, and had straight A's in school. In college she met a man by the name Andrew Drakos. His family was from Rhodes Island Greece. Maria would end up dropping out during her junior year in college, because Andrew had knocked her up.

Andrew would finish college and become a doctor. He married Maria and they had a son name Nicholas.

Nicholas was a genius. At five years old, he had already graduated from grade school, and was taken middle school classes. At ten years of age, he had already graduated from high school. Had Nicholas been around today, he would have probably been a Nobel prize winning scientist.

The reason he wasn't around anymore was because by the time he was eleven. Someone had broke into his house. Tied up his parents, kidnapped him, and set the house on fire. Killing both of his parents.

This all happened when Jenny was twenty-two. After police failed to get any leads. Jenny decided to become a police officer, and solve the case herself. Sadly all this happened sixteen years ago. Fortunately for Jenny, five years ago she got a lead.

It all went back to the night at the Gothic Lights compound. It was there she met Litias. A creature from another world. The two of them became friends. In fact when the creature left. It broke Jenny's heart, because deep down, she had fallen in love with Litias.

Before Litias left, she told Jenny about a man name Stan Maverick. Three months later, she met with the man, and it was him who had given her a lead on the people who were responsible for her sister's death, and her nephew's kidnapping.

Jenny was now sitting at the dinning room table. Still looking at the picture, when her mom came out of the kitchen, bringing coffee, and homemade cookies.

Jenny's mother Sofia, sat the cookies and coffee on the table. Then she sat down next to Jenny and started talking. "So tell me sweetheart. What have I done to deserve a visit from my world famous daughter?"

Jenny's face turned red. She was embarrassed by her mom's words. It's true that both her involvement with the government, and her high standings in the LGBTQ+ community had made her famous, but she really needed to spend more time with her family.

Jenny continued to blush. "I'm sorry for not visiting much. It just lots of stuff keeps getting in the way. My new position in the FBI, has me running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. The good news is though. I think I finally cracked the case on who was responsible for Maria death."

Sophia eyes widen. "Is that even possible baby girl! That happened sixteen years ago. I figured if you hadn't found the creeps by now. You would never find them!"

Jenny looked her mom in the eyes. "I will though! I finally have a lead, and a possible connection between Nicholas and the people who kidnapped him."

Jenny pulled a satchel from underneath the table, and set it on top. Then she opened it and spoke. "You remember all of stuff you sent me, that belonged to Nicholas? Most importantly his drawings."

Sophia nodded as Jenny began pulling out some old drawings. Jenny began organizing the drawings. Which were very well made, and very descriptive. Almost as if they were made by a professional architect, but in actuality was drawn by a nine year old child.

Sophia watched as her daughter began showing her different pictures. Some were of weapons that couldn't be made, because technology was just not that advance yet. This included a ray that could drain someone's energy and make the target as weak as a baby. It was called a weakness ray.

Jenny looked over to her mother as she pointed at the weapon. "I've seen this weapon. It's true purpose is to be used on people with powers. Like the Cosmic Children, but this drawing was made many years before anyone even knew cosmic children existed. I think Nicholas knew about them. In fact I'm incline to believe he was one of them!"

At this point Sophia was confused. "Are you saying our little Nicky had powers!?!"

Jenny nodded. "Could explain why he was so smart."

Jenny pulled up another picture. This time it was a picture of an island.

Sophia looked at Jenny and asked. "What's special about that?"

Jenny grabbed a couple of other pieces of paper and said. "These are the schematics of the island. It is a man made structure, that is one hundred miles long, and not only would the island float, but it would also be able to fly. It has a cloaking technology that can keep itself from being detected during travel."

Sophia chuckled. "Wow! Nicky sure had a hell of an imagination!"

Jenny pulled out a satellite photo of an island. "This island appeared six years ago outside the islands of Greece. Five months ago it disappeared, and reappeared one hundred and fifty miles away from the coast of Florida. Everyone who has been sent there has disappeared. Also on close inspection. It looks exactly like the island Nicholas had created."

Sophia looked at the pictures, then back at Jenny. "What do you think this means?

Jenny put her hand on her mother's wrist, and softly spoke. "I believe Nicholas is still alive, and whoever has him, knew about Nicholas's abnormal intelligence, and is forcing him to help them in their criminal activities."

Sophia was taken off guard by Jenny's words. "So you believe he might be on that island!?!"

Jenny softly squeezed her mother's wrist. "I'm sure of it!"

#my writing #my words #writers

[angelatsumu]

Oh my god, I stumbled in your Haikyuu Firefighters AU because of Ushijima and I AM IN LOVE!!!! So, I am really just hoping that with time you will do all of them (your writing caused my brain to just imagine all the Karasuno boys in the fire squad) but for now I have some options and ANY of them you choose will make my brazilian heart very happy: fave bean pole Tsukki, Iwa-chan, sunshine Hinata or dad Daichi. Any of them, really. Congrats for your writing, its truly awesome! Sorry for my english

hello!! i got an ask about iwa forever ago, and i forgot to reply bc i am a clown. I would love to do Hinata because I don't think there's enough Hina love out there... (also, don't apologize for your english...you're a sweetie <3)

firefighter!hinata is definitely an engine boy <3 (which saddens me, but alas). he's a beam of light, a hunky and strong beam of light. he has so much energy that he just needs to be on an engine so he can get some time to play.

that being said, engineboy!shoyo loves a good fire where he's first on scene and in charge of pulling his own hoseline to the door, masking up, and going in with his captain to get a knock on the fire. engineboy!shoyo loves a commercial structure fire because there's so much opportunity to put the fire out and still have things to do. he loves to stay busy, and his stamina makes him a fiend for long scenes.

engineboy!shoyo was the recruit class president because of his ability to motivate people just with his high energy. he's a smooth talker, tactful strategist, and he's the best at deploying new tactics for the same old job. his skill is being adaptable under pressure, and that's what makes him the best at what he does.

engineboy!shoyo loves to send cool fire-related pictures and articles to his lover, and he takes his training seriously. he even goes as far as to drive around his first-due (the area of the city where his engine would arrive first) to make sure he knows all the building construction and where the best places for entry would be. usually he brings you along, and he's sure to get you a silly little drink along the way.

engineboy!shoyo is great with kids, and he's the face of the department. he does public educations at elementary schools with his engine company often, and he loves to send you photos of him and the little ones wearing his helmet. it makes your heart melt.

engineboy!shoyo's sex drive is through the rough. his stamina combined with his need to please make him insatiable in bed. whenever he comes home you, he's sliding himself between your legs so he can bury himself inside you. you aren't one to deny him, either.

engineboy!shoyo noticed he had a raging breeding kink when he was in the middle of showing some little school kids his firefighter gear. seeing the littlest one in his helmet and climbing into his lap had his mind foggy, thoughts of filling you to the brim with his seed until he was certain it took were swimming in his mind. soon after, he calls you to hear your voice as he quickly rushes to his bunkroom to relieve himself.

engineboy!shoyo begs you to start trying for one. he comes home from a 72hr shift to find you sleeping peacefully in his teeshirt, and he's harder than ever. breed. breed. breed. it's all he can ever think when he sees you like this, so pliant and serene. he quickly slips his cock inside you, fucking into you as his sensitive tip teases your cushy spot that has you creaming around him. he spills buckets into you until you're protesting softly, overstimulated and teary-eyed. he kisses your knuckles as he peers down at you lovingly, smiling sweetly. "shh, baby, 'm just makin' up for lost time," he calms you as he cums inside you once again.

OOF. this? this was sexy. an engine boy that isn't a hoe? outrageous.

#i'm an engine girl by the way...lmao #chile anyways #firefighter!hq #hinata x reader #hinata smut #shoyo <3 #shoyo smut #hinata drabbles #hq headcannons #hq smut #hq thirsts #hq thirst #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #hq au #hq drabbles #hq drabble #shoyo thirsts #hinata thirsts #i’ve been such a hinata simp lately idk #pup talks #pup’s thots #mac mail <3

[aliceblossoms]

The stationary series

Part III

Tinfoil Chef and Rendog

Synopsis: a series which depicts my view of what type of stationary each of the hermits would use, and how their office would look! To avoid a massive post this has become a series. Under the headcanons of each hermit I’ve includeda list of the stationary used for reference.

A/N: I’m very sorry to hear about TFC’s passing, and his headcanons for this series is extra long and detailed as this is my way of remembering him. 

Tinfoil Chef:

He is a true hermit at heart, spending most of his time down in the mines

There is enough light, provided by torches and other light sources in his bigger, more complex roads, so he definitely carries notes with him

From block palette's he used to make the broader, more decorated parts of his mine, to a small map with directions, he jots it all down

He's mostly a fan of mechanical pencils, they're easy to use, and the lead doesn't break as easily with the metal encasing (alike to the rotring rapid pro-0.5)

They are also way easier to clean all the dust off from spending the days carving new passages out of stone

He makes the lead refills himself, as they are made from the carbon of all the coal he finds deep down

Using the coal for this also leaves the lead darker than the average pencil which is convenient for low light levels!

Some fellow hermits seek him out, the short moments he spends above the ground, for his brilliant craftsmanship of the lead fillings (especially Iskall)

For the times when he does prefer ink, he tends to go for a plain metal dipping pen

There are no complicated ink channels and cartridges to keep clean, or prevent from drying

Just the nib that has to be cleaned with water after use, and he prefers the simplicity of it

The wooden handle is worn, and the position of his hand is carved in the worn gloss that had once covered the wood

Because he is quite attached to it, though he most likely wouldn't admit it directly, it is almost always placed on a small stand in his small base under the ground as he is too afraid it would get damaged if he took it with him on his travels

This does mean that once he returns, sometimes after a few days, to draw the new passages on the large map he has on his wall of his cave     system, it can be covered in a small layer of dust which will always be  gently and carefully wiped away before use

The ink he uses is most often black, he likes the neutrality of it, and how visible it is in low light levels, he also has grey inks in various degrees of darkness

He uses these mostly for drawing passages on his map he plans to add later or things he isn't quite sure about yet

His actual base underground is small, simple, and optimised for its tasks

He has a bed, a lot of storage for all his materials, and a small wooden desk against the wall

His desk is quite neat, a lantern sitting on the edge to provide adequate lighting, the pots of ink ranging lightest to darkest on the other side, a small wooden (personally carved) stand for his pen and a spare mechanical pencil against the wall

There are some notes on the wall, sketches of what he thinks would look good when he creates the main hallways, countless of coordination's of which some he has forgotten what the destination was, various other notes and- off to the side- hangs a picture of him with his wife

One entire wall is covered in parchment paper, a lantern hanging from the ceiling on its two sides, once he had hung one lantern in the middle of the room and called it a day, however his shadow started to bother him increasingly  when he added details to the map and so he had come up with this solution

The map is surprisingly neat; however, it has the occasional drop of ink running down a line, or the splatter of a drop of ink

It is the cost of convenience, he'd said

With his base in the middle, the passages featured different access points to the surface (with some even leading to someone's base) with small notes where they ended up, and broader roads for his intricately decorated halls

left to right: metal dip pen with wooden handle, brand unkown, several grey ink swatches of several inks, specifics can be read in the picture, Rotring mechanical pencil 0,5mm width, and a sketch of what i’d think his map would look like in charcoal

Rendog:

Before Ren became a king he thrived with simplicity and a more modern \ technical aesthetic

Regarding his writing in ink needs, he likes to use a TWSBI eco white RGT fountain pen (picture below)

The reasoning is actually quite simple, it writes quite nice and smoothly but above all it is practical

You can see far in advance when the ink will run dry through the see-through barrel of the pen so if he will be out for a long time building and the ink is almost empty, he can refill before he goes

Not only that, but if there are problems with the pen, he can see the ink, where it is, and observe what the problem is and how to fix it

Maybe it will be fixed by a run through with water, or he'll haveto take the pen apart to some degree, at least he'll know before acting

He is also secretly in love with the modern design of the pen, the aesthetic of which reminding him of the GIGA Corps space station in a sense

Ren would be a hoarder of some kind, be it different brands and colours of ink, or a fast growing collection of more fountain pens, possibly with similar designs or the same brand that do not fit on his display tray anymore, or perhaps different types of paper and parchment until he has found the best paper to use, but he hoards something, and it probably won't be something a lot of hermits know about

He is less fixated with pencils, and instead of using one, or a few designated pencils he will leave those small (Ikea sized) pencils all over the place

Ren after he has become king has a more different style than before, everything is a bit more classical, everything has to be shown off a bit more, and above all, it should show he is the king of the server

His modern designed fountain pen will have to make room for the more extravagant Forbidden City HRH Limited Edition pen by visconti (picture below)

The gold, silver and royal red colour is, in his opinion, more fitted for a king

With this, one most write in a similar extravagant coloured ink, for which the gold resembling ink Golden sands by diamine (pictured below) would be used (for the record I DO NOT recommend putting any shimmer inks     near a fountain pen of that price, but I digress)

Though for the less official documents one can occasionally see the king reaching for his retired TWSBI pen, or at the very least, use a more muted royal red colour such as the ink Red dragon by Diamine which was  probably a favourite of his from before he became King

Maybe he would care to invest in a better pencil as King, but most likely would he leave the drawing of any drafts to his loyal subject Bdubz

This doesn't mean however that his hoarding abilities cease, instead (with the newly acquired budget) it would most likely get worse

The castle (or Crastle) must have a separate office room to suit his needs, with a grand desk for all the paperwork that is needed to rule over a server as big as Hermit craft

The room would be big, two walls covered with bookshelves, a dramatic window with his desk in front of it, a chair across his for small audiences, and a red carpet on the floor

The desk would have a small stand for his fountain pen, while he'd keep his old favourite pens in a drawer for easy access, two pots of ink for easy refilling (the red and gold previously mentioned), a whole lot of papers and a set of candles off to the side

Ideally his office window would overlook the shopping district, so he'd have something to watch when he gets bored or distracted

left to right: TWSBI eco RGT fountain pen in white, Red dragon diamine ink, Golden sands diamine ink,  extravagant Forbidden City HRH Limited Edition pen by visconti

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft imagines #tinfoilchef #tinfoil chef #hermitcraft tinfoilchef #hermit tinfoilchef #hermitcraft season nine #hermitcraft season 9 #Headcanon #tinfoilchef headcanon #Stationary #stationary headcanons #rendog #ren the king #ren the dog #hermitcraft rendog #character oberservation #hermitcraft headcanons