#used to be prints to buy and maybe put them out again i hope

[cyyfics]

Hello! May I please request some SFW headcanons for both Simon and the Winter King with a feminine and girly S/O?

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Girly S/O Hc’s

Pairing: Simon x reader x Winter King

Warning(s): None!!! Yay!!!!

Note: I hope I did this right aaaaaaaa

Mainly just did some of the ‘girly stuff’ (I consider girly stuff) that I do basically

IM SRRY ITS A BIT SHORT I didn’t rlly know what to write hhhhhh

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Simon

- he loves seeing the outfits you wear, he likes how some of your high heels make your legs look longer, he likes how when you wear frilly skirts you twirl around so it moves with you.

- he likes watching you put makeup on, he can’t understand how you’re able to do it. Until maybe you force him to let you try it on him. He doesn’t enjoy it, hates the feeling of all the brushes and powders and liquids put onto his face but he doesn’t say much “I think some of it got in my mouth.” But in the end he’s feeling real pretty.

- does not enjoy it when you wear lip gloss, yes he finds you absolutely gorgeous. But he hates the feeling when you kiss him, leaving sticky prints on his skin. Not in a bad way though, most times you wear it you kiss him just to annoy him.

- he will talk with you and keep you company while you do things, wether you’re sitting at a mirror putting on your makeup or you’re by a power point trying to blow dry your hair. He will be there hanging out with you, maybe helping you if you ask for something.

- I’d say that you force him to watch silly chick flicks with you, but it’s honestly the other way around. No one would expect but he’s really into those movies, and it just helps that you are too! You two love to cuddle and lay together on the couch watching mainly 2000’s girl movies or romcoms.

Winter King

- he will buy you clothes. If he can. if he has the money to do so I assure you that he would buy you whatever you wanted from the store, even if your eyes just linger for a moment too long at something he would be buying it for you.

- He likes it when you kiss him and leave prints all over his skin, either on his cheek or smudged onto his lips, he loves it. he likes other people seeing him afterwards and having them know that you two shared a kiss, that he was yours.

- He will straighten/curl your hair for you if you ask him to, even if you don’t he will still be there with you while you do it. I feel like he could do something to help your hair with the heat of the iron damaging your hair, but I’m not sure how to describe it. Something to do with his ice powers.

- he cleans your pillow for you when you’re out of bed. He will be picking up each strand of hair and will be disposing of it before the two of you go to bed again.

- he loves seeing the makeup looks you can do, he finds it amazing- beautiful, wonderful, he can’t just use words to describe it. He finds it very artsy.

- he will at some point attempt to help you with your makeup and he will fail. Somehow.

#fionna and cake #send requests #adventure time #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time x reader #send asks #anon ask #simon petrikov x reader #simon petrikov #winter king #winter king x reader

[vanessagillings]

I love your art so much!!! I've also been starting to paint with gouache, and I'd love to know a little more about your process! What kind of paints do you use, do you sketch first or start with paint, do you paint in layers over several day or all at once?

Hi and thank you! I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly and apologies for length, but:

MY ART PROCESS!

Supplies: I use winsor and newton gouache and arches cold press paper blocks, usually 140 lbs (the lime green ones) and sometimes 300 lbs (the teal green ones). Even though this paper comes pre-stretched in blocks, I actually take the sheets off and stretch them myself because I've found arches' glue isn't as strong as it used to be. This is how you get watercolor paper to lay flat! I recommend youtubing some videos on how to do it -- there's a lot of great tutorials out there. Also, I use princeton brushes, and kraft paper tape and these boards to stretch my paper. (these aren't affiliate links, I just shop at blick)

A word about art supplies: these are the exact tools I use but everyone uses supplies differently and two people with the exact same supplies might get different results! A lot of it is about what works for you and what you like, so I always suggest that gouache/watercolor beginners just buy a few tubes from a couple of different paint companies and some small pieces of paper from different manufacturers to see what you like. Just changing one ingredient in the above has created massively different results for me, but maybe that'll end up being something you'd like! The first step in learning a new medium imo is to play. Just have fun!

ALSO: gouache isn't super light permanent, check your tubes for which ones hold up to sunlight. Here is winsor and newton's color chart explaining which ones will fade when exposed to sunlight -- all manufacturers will give you this. I only use the colors rated A and AA, and I still frame my pieces with UV glass just to be safe. Not all gouache is re-wettable, but winsor and newton is. I just put it in my palettes and refill my palettes if it runs low. AND SOME PAINT IS TOXIC. A lot of paints have cadmium and cobalt in them. I don't use any of the toxic colors, but if you do, make sure you don't eat while working and wash your hands thoroughly afterwards. This information is also usually available on manufacturer's websites. As more people are rejecting cadmium paint, you'll see more tubes labeled things like cadmium-free yellow. This is why. More artists should be aware that their tools can be dangerous. You don't need that many tubes of paint to begin, just a warm and cool red, warm and cool yellow, warm and cool blue, white and black. I have around 50 colors and use 20 regularly. I always mix all my colors myself, and never use straight tube paint. Most of my colors have about 5-6 different tube colors mixed together. If you use re-wettable paint a tube of paint will last you years; even as a professional I only buy new paints every 5 years or so.

Process: I ALWAYS start with a sketch first. Not everyone has to, but because I do illustration work -- where sometimes a client gets input on a drawing -- I always do a lot of preliminary work before I even begin to paint. At this point, even my personal work usually involves the exact same process:

I start with a 3" or so thumbnail that I scan (left; I traced it quickly digtally for clarity to myself here) and then either clean up digitally or print out and clean up traditionally with tracing paper (right):

Then I scan the cleaned sketch in and color rough it digitally (left, this was for a gallery show, so no one had to approve my color roughs, so it's messy!) then I transfer my sketch to my paper (with either carbon transfer paper or a light table), stretch my paper, and paint (right):

I obviously changed my mind about the color of the ribbon in the trees, ha, and made everything a lot more vibrant. The benefit again of gallery work is no pre-approval!

You are correct, I paint in a series of washes, going from lightest to darkest, where I apply the same color beneath all shapes that are the same warmth (cools under all upcoming cools, warms under all upcoming warms). I paint a piece usually in one or two days, depending on complexity. I didn't take pictures of the above painting, but here's a different painting to show you a little bit what I mean:

I painted the peach color under everything (and twice for skin tones), and the gray color of the sky under everything that would be grayish (the rocks, trees, her pants, her skirt, and coat). I do this to stop me from getting darker lines where two different colors butt up against each other, and also for color harmony. I have step by step photos of this in my process stories highlight on my instagram; also check my FAQ and tip highlights for more info on all this stuff. Most pieces take around 25-30 washes before I start adding in the details (sometimes I add in face details early though because if I mess those up it's not worth finishing the rest of the painting! 😅)

All this might seem like a lot of work (...it is) but I do it so that I can show clients previews of the final piece and so I don't have to repaint the finals. I also used to pre-test all of my washes on scrap paper like this:

I still recommend doing this if you're just beginning! But at this point I only do it when testing techniques because I know my paints really well. (the above was my test for the pine boughs in this piece)

Painting by far is the longest part of the process, so I do more work up front to not have to do it twice. Every piece takes about 6-24 hrs of actual work time to produce. Stretching watercolor paper takes about 24 hrs to dry, and because I sell most of my originals in galleries, they need to be flawless, so planning ahead is useful and in the end saves me time.

And to conclude this novel of an explanation, don't be overwhelmed by all the information I've given you! I put it here so that people at various stages of their artistic journey can maybe find something useful in it. But seriously, the first step to learning how to paint whether it's traditionally or digitally is just to have fun. Try it out, see what's working and what isn't, and then try to solve specific issues that you're struggling with. I've been doing this for a loooooong time at this point, but here's my first watercolor piece from when I was re-teaching myself how to paint traditionally nine years ago:

Obviously, I was destined for greatness. Ha, yeah, no. If you scroll back through my tumblr archive, you can see me learning how to use these paints in real time. And keep in mind that I'd been working digitally for years before then, and years before that where I didn't post my work online at all.

So for anyone who needs to hear it: there's no such thing as talent, just hard work, patience, and trying again and again and again...and sometimes again. What I do is a skill and anyone can learn it. Sometimes, progress is slow. I'm 38. I only really feel like my art was half-way decent starting a few years ago, but I've been making art my entire life, and I went to art school at 18. 20 years later I'm kind of figuring it out.

The best advice I can give, whether it's about art or not, is find the thing you love so much that you'll keep at it even when you suck at it, because most skills you'll suck at to begin with -- and perhaps for a long time. I sucked at art for yeeeaaaaarrrrs. On top of the usual learning curve, I struggled with fine motor control and dexterity. But I loved it so much I kept trying every time I failed. If I can do it, so can all of you, no matter what stage of art you're at now, and no matter how old you are.

Anyway, thank you to those still reading this deep in. I wish you all the best on your artistic journey. Art can kick your butt sometimes, but it's also pretty dang rewarding 💛

#art tips #process #art tutorial #asks

[enbesbians]

‘PHEROMONE FLOWER’

perverted! abby x dom bottom! reader

cw: abby is extremely perverted so beware, bed humping, panty sniffing, scent kink, face riding (r! receiving), asphyxiation if you squint, creep! abby, manipulative! reader, mentions of masturbating to the sound of you

MINORS DNI

summary: it started off as a harmless crush, admiring how cute you looked, thinking the clothes you wore looked compliments on your figure and adoring the way you smiled - it made her heart warm. it led onto wanting to be the guys you had interest in, then obsessing over the fact that you just smelt so goddamn good. she knew this was wrong but her body needed you.

a/n: i apologize if this was a bit too perverted... i had a quick thought of what abby would be into and i kind of had the idea that she'd have a major scent kink (from her love of smelling like pine...) this is heavily inspired by one of my favorite reddit audio creators, juilenbadlands!! i do hope that you find some type of enjoyment while reading... again, this is not proofread.

this is a repost and i copied it all from a screenshot so if it looks ‘weird’ (and you might see what i mean), i apologize.

abby picked on the littlest things. if anything was out of order, she'd loathe at it's misplacement. it could be the bathroom light being on after someone came out of it, or the droplets of a water falling from the faucet that hadn't been turned all the way off— the smallest of things would upset her and it would make her even more mad knowing that all that anger was unwarranted. she'd think she was just being overdramatic, grumbling at the fact that the fridge hadn't been closed all the way or if the front door wasn't locked. she didn't want to be that way, but she couldn't help herself. she was usually very calm and self put but this was the last straw.

the laundry had been mixed again. it's happened a few times before and with two other roommates, one being you, it was prone for something like this to happen. with your shirts being lodged in the bottom of her basket or maybe a few of your socks, or the other roommates scarfs that she'd oddly collect. each time it did happen, one piece of her own clothing would be missing— whether it be her own shirt or sock, the pair that once was, now rests at one. it was obvious that the stuff that was fondled within her fabric was not hers. she had nothing but muscle tees, big shirts and pants with hundreds of pockets on the sides of it's leg, not panties with yellow printed flowers.

its funny, the personality someone has just from their underwear. abby loved her boxer briefs, they were comfortable and soft. she'd fold them and have them neatly placed in her dresser just so she can pick one that felt right for the day. the first time she had owned a pair was when she used her birthday money, going down the maple road of her neighborhood to buy a six pack of men's underwear and blue raspberry flavored bubblegum. she felt elated- anything deemed as masculine in the form of clothes made life easier for her to walk in.

the thing is, abby has grown up with you both- the roommate and you. being a trio since ten has granted you some gifts within life that would forever be etched into her memory. it was euphoric, having someone like you both in her life as she'd go through the horrid times of puberty. it was like you were her safety blanket, a person she could hide behind if anything got too out of touch for her liking.

abby was a kind soul, people often called her gullible-the sight in her view painting sublime as she had been laced with innocence, believing that the sun would always shine and never fall. she didn't think that the person she is now would be the complete opposite, pessimistic, overindulgent, vulgar and with an enormous sex drive. something within her changed, her warped outlook on what seemed to be now in an uncertain zeal.

one thing that she didn't expect that would be the biggest downfall that gave her shame as well as pleasure is that she couldn't stop sniffing your panties.

she'd often watch you— see how you chatted and made yourself so pretty and composed for any guy you ended up having a crush on. the giggles you'd give when they gave you any type of attention like giving you a smile or asking for a pencil. it hadn't been until this one specific guy you had a crush on became the main topic in almost every conversation that made her realize that a crush was in the process. the way your friend group tried so hard to make you and him a thing, placing down chest pieces, aiding moves to make you and him as one. abby was in on it too, of course, but only at the sidelines.

she'd noticed how oblivious he was. when you tried to ask him out for lunch or get any time to just have some one on one conversation. he just didn't fucking get it. it annoyed her... she wondered why a guy like him wasn't noticing a girl like you and your advances. if she was able to swap bodies with the guy, she'd steal you in a heartbeat- just from the first advance, she'd take her chance and make you feel content and not feel like you had been chasing tirelessly for a guy that barely paid you much attention.

each time you tried, batting your eyelashes or swishing your hips while wearing a skirt you had bought with the money you had in your piggy bank, abby found herself admiring you as if she were him. she noticed that she liked the color of your eyes and how they sparkled when the sunlight hit it just right. or the way your thighs looked whenever you wore a dress. it was harmless of course, nothing shameful in finding a friend attractive. but it wasn't until the night of a friend gathering where she had come to her senses that she didn't just have an attraction towards you... she wanted you.

at the age of eighteen as you all hold onto plastic red cups off illegally bought beer, sitting in a circle around a campfire, abby sat beside you- with her dark flannel and ocean colored jeans- eyeing you as you tried so desperately to not let the wind make your skirt fly up. a little game of truth or dare was orchestrated by some guy- he was an asshole and only played it just to get a quick fuck from one of the girls. it started tame, if you could call it that, guys asking other guys to do stupid stuff like eat dirt or run around with their shirt off. then it slowly gone sexual like give said person a lap dance or suck another's tongue.

the question had been turned to you, giggling cutely as you've always done- the clear gloss on your lip with the shining rays of the sun gleaming against it. it had been asked to kiss the guy you found most attractive and it had been him. the one you had sought out for for the longest time. abby could feel jealousy arise in her, clenching on the cup, almost breaking the plastic with her fingernails as she watched you. it wasn't just a peck of the lips, you indulged him fully, taking his lips and sucking in the bottom of his lip like he had been the only source to your hunger.

abby wished that could've been her. her eyes hadn't left from where your lips had connected, feeling the familiar wet patch dampen her boxer briefs, seeing your hand slide so delicately beside his cheek. her attraction only deepened from that moment, realizing what your mouth could do and what you opted to be a kiss— which was really a heated makeout session.

through the years of all three of you being friends, the hunger that lies within abby festered into something much greater than she'd like to admit. she daydreamed about you— she remembered the way your lips moved when you spoke and when you kissed him. she remembered the little quirks you had that you hated and she loved. each waking second, she found a sensation in watching you be the woman you were. the silly little slumber parties that you'd all dress up and try on the shittiest makeup you could ever find in your mom's makeup pouch, and when it was time to sleep, how you flung yourself to lay on her.

it wasn't until the day after graduation when all three of you went to different colleges. she felt like she was able to breathe knowing that you wouldn't be around. abby dabbled in her sexuality, learning the pros and cons behind being inexperienced during sex and coming to terms that men just wasn't something she desired. she had been in numerous relationships, thinking that the thought of you and the image of you would finally pass and for those good five years of being away, she truly thought the obsession she had struggled with had finally led itself to rest.

but it didn't.

the three of you made a decision of living together once you all finished school— the feeling of dread obliterating your mind as all the reminiscent memories and emotions puddled back to her. she couldn't say no, she didn't want to live with her parents again, she wanted to be her own person and live with people she cared about.

the day of the move, she had seen you. the honeyed look of your eyes as you smiled so gleefully at the fact that you hadn't seen her in such a long time. she had gotten muscular, bigger than she had ever been, with arms bulging in the muscle top she had worn. you hugged her and she felt her whole body wither in arousal. she immediately remembered the obsessiveness she had once had and came to terms that it truly never left her.

the days of you living in the same abode had given her nothing but whiplash— you walking around in those pajama shorts as if you hadn't realized how good your ass looked in them and the way she stared so feverishly. surprisingly so, abby was quick with her glances and you still thought of her as the same shy, quiet and innocent girl who had hid behind you when needed be.

the first few times of mixed laundry was the worst and knowing that some of her favorite articles of clothing had been missing or even in you or your friends dressers by mistake was something she couldn't let go at the price of her anger.

and yet, the cloth of your underwear was now in her hands, her thumb running across the seems of the elastic lace, and flowers that ran all over. not only was it obvious that these pair of underwear wasn't hers, it was the scent that alluded her to smell them in the first place. they were clean of course, but you had this aroma that would sink into every one of your clothes. each hug you'd give abby, she'd sneak and inhale the sweetness your body gave off.

it was embarrassing, how she was so driven off the smell of you. she could remember the day you started to care more about your image, sitting beside her with your adoring smile. you'd put golden star stickers on the sides of your binder and draw hearts over your i's and j's. you'd scribble with your sparkle gel pens and drink from your insulated cup. she thought you were silly and overcompensated for something as simple as history notes, but she unconsciously found it cute, enjoying the randomly placed strawberry stickers she'd find on her worksheets.

in the first few days of her developing a crush, it had been one time where she had a quick whiff of your shampoo, something similar to ocean breeze and the perfume you were, sweet like sugar plums. each day, she made sure to give you hugs just for that reason, it was her excuse that she chose not to accept and let it build in her desire.

her mind swam with a million thoughts with most being shameful indulgences. she already liked the lotion, perfume and shampoo you had on, but what was your natural scent? was it just as good as how you already smelt? there was only one option and she knew it wasn't the right one.

turning to her left and then to her right, she made sure she was alone. her fingers twitched as she hesitantly lifted the cloth towards her face, burying her nose in it's crotch, eyes flickering shut and taking in the warmth that embedded itself in your panties. a long inhale and hallowing lungs, she could feel herself get dizzy from you. she felt a high she hadn't ever felt before. the erotic nature of your scent made her feel like this had been her first time getting turned on— and the shame of this action made it worse but strangely erotic.

she imagined the way they'd look on you, the elastic hugging your waist and how your clit would prettily poke from its cloth. she thought about how you'd get aroused, the light patch of wetness dampening it- and once you pulled them down, how your slick would connect from it's cloth to your slit.

another deep inhale. she took you into her, the entirety of her airway enveloped by you, blocking any other scent that filled the shared apartment. the feeling of arousal crept up and feathered down her back, wrapping around her clit as it began to swell.

"oh my god.." she breathed, moaning out not able to understand how someone could smell this good. "the smell." she wanted to touch herself, run her hands all over her body and let the enjoyment of this shameful bliss grant her growing pleasure.

she took one last inhale, the rush of her eagerness came crashing down as nothing in her mind that seemed logical began to flood through. removing it from her face, she looked at it, seeing the indentation of her nose within its fabric, already missing the feeling of it rubbing against her skin.

she stared, zoning out, realizing what she had just done. the obsession never went away, it only grew into something so psychotic and so perverted. how does one go from liking the spritz of your perfume to natural aroma of your panties?

‘you can't find out’ she mumbled to herself. there's no way she'd let you know that she had done something so vulgar, so impulsive as smell your panties. she stuffed it in her pocket, making sure it wouldn't fall out if it could even with how deep her pockets usually were. she continued to sort the laundry, thinking and regretting.

that was the start of it all. the need to feed off of your aroma was something she couldn't tame. whenever you were off at work and your other roommate had went off to run errands, she'd sneak into your room, finding a pair of your panties that she could lose herself in, drinking in each hitch of breath as she could feel herself falling into the abyss.

the scent of your pussy was like magic, like all those fantasies of her fucking you and how the air would smell gave her something she'd be able to touch and keep in the back of her mind. laying in her bed, legs spread as she vigorously rubbed her clit, panties pressed up against her nose, cumming over and over again until she felt like the scent had lost within her air waves. her fingers would prod into her cunt, the walls within clenching onto them, humping down and fucking herself onto them like it had been your own fingers.

there would be times where she'd hear you in your bedroom— fucking a man who had pounded you

deeply into the mattress. she tried to put in

headphones thinking it would be indecent if she heard

something as vulnerable as your moans, hearing you cry on how good it was feeling. she noticed that you didn't like it when your partners fucked you slow, you liked it when they used you like a slut, imagining how you'd bounce on them like a primal animal.

she couldn't take the tune of the song she tried so desperately to distract herself with, and so shelistened. the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as you wail in pleasure, asking them to keep fucking you and not to stop. she wanted to be him... she wanted to fuck you so badly.

and so she'd wait. through the shared shower you and your partner had after the sexual engagement, she went in your room.

"what the fuck am i doing...?" she whispered to herself. her mind and body not linking together in what was the most sane thing she could°ve done which was stay in her room. instead she laid in your bed, smelling the

scent of sex that had interlocked itself in your sheet, getting an even greater sense of what you smelled like when you were turned on.

you smelt so fucking good. she already felt her clit swell with excitement, her underwear soiling itself as her nose lodged itself in the sheets of your bed. she just laid their, inhaling it, letting it eat her away and satisfy her perverted torment.

her body slid off the bed, with one leg still draped on it as the other kneeled on the floor. her fingers clutching onto the sheets as she mindlessly moved her hips against the mattress. she could feel the friction run and strike her clit with the greed of what she wished she could have.

the movement of her hips quickened— staggered and inconsistent, rutting against the sex scented bed while she let her clit pleasure itself onto your bed. she could hear how wet she was, she could even hear the moans that once were bouncing of the walls of your bedroom, fucking herself to oblivion as she mindlessly humps to thought of you getting fucked deeply.

"fuck... god... why am i doing this?" she mouthed, eyes rolling back at the satisfaction this action was giving her. it was so dirty, so grotesque, so riveting, so embarrassing. i wanna fuck you... holy fuck i wanna fuck you... please... please let me fuck you you." she mumbled, feeling herself needing to cum desperately.

it wasn't until the sound of the shower had gone silent when she scurried out of your bedroom and tried to seem as if she had just been watching tv on the couch. it took awhile, but then she saw you walk in. you were glowing so brightly- ocean breeze now filling her airway again as you walk over towards the kitchen.

'god im such a pervert’ she sighed to herself, the familiar feeling of regret washing over her and hitting her like a truck.

it was as if she couldn't stop. at each inhale, she needed more. anything and everything that has your fragrance on it, she needed to indulge. there was a handful of times where she'd lodge your pillow in between her legs, riding it slowly, moaning your name gently, enjoying the idea that her own scent would be on your pillow— but she couldn't allow that. any time she rutted against your bed and pillow, she'd wash it. you hadn't found anything odd about it since abby was usually the one who washed everyone's things when it was wash day. so everything went according to plan as she continued to discreetly fall into her obsession.

she ended up keeping some pairs of your panties and hid them in her own clothes, hearing the confused comments of where they could've possibly went. you didn't know that the culprit had been your childhood friend, your roommate. abby anderson.

she tried to get a relationship again, or even a fling where she could possibly get something other than the aromatic taste of your ravenous essence. she'd fuck them good and hard— her frustration burning at the form of her hips as she relentlessly gave them what she would've given you. her strap deep inside them, with their legs curled over her shoulders, letting the angle of her pounds be in direct contact of their sweet spot.

even through the action of lust with another, she couldn't get you out. it was like she had been trapped. what kind of spell did you have on her? the angry eroticism that filled through every encounter she had made her sexual partners feel as if they received the best strap down of their lives. the way she'd bury her face in their pussy and ate them, devouring every hole and every slick their cunt leaked.

it still didn't fill that void.

when she'd heard you touching yourself beyond the wall, she do the same and somehow that gave her an even greater orgasm than she had with any other girl she tried to forget those thoughts with.

the way you sung and the buzz of your toy— she imagined it pressed up against your clit, the flesh of it rumbling so prettily as you tried to reach the ultimate bliss. her body would contort and shrivel in the immense thrum of delectation.

"cum with me." she'd moan to herself as she heard you through the connecting wall, "cum with me please...”

for the last time, she wanted to savor the piquant taste of what you had engraved in your panties. she needed to let this die out even if her mind, body and spirit wouldn't allow her to. she needed to take this one time and finally let go of her filthy salacious thoughts, her perverted dream. she knew she had no chance. after years and years of wanting to be something with you, wanting to run her lips against your skin and take you in with the urgency to devour your whole being.

thing is, she didn’t hear you come home. you were let off work early and you hummed at the fact that you’d be able to relax since you were off the next day. the simplicity of hearing your keys unlock the front door gave you the upmost joy knowing that you were allowed to be lazy in the warmth of your home.

you didn’t know anyone would be here. you didn’t know abby would be sitting in your bed, hands sliding into her underwear and rubbing her clit fast just to get off this one last time just as she promised herself.

odd sounds came from beyond your bedroom door, unsure of what it could be since abby and your other roommate supposedly— by your own self awareness— never came in. the door had opened, and to your surprise, you found her, captivated by her own dirty conviction, smelling your panties like some type of animal. all you did was stand there, watching how her wrist turned and her the imprint of her fingers collided with her boxer briefs while she had then stuff inside of her cunt.

it would be a lie if the confusion you felt was also intertwined with arousal. the beating of your heart paced faster than you ever thought it could. your childhood friend was sniffing your panties and you didn’t know what to do.

as her eyes slowly opened, she swore her life felt like it had ended. the grasp of the door handle was tight, and the glow of the sun that fell behind you was bright-the darkness of the room only showing a shame filled abby that had ripped her hand from her cunt.

"look!" she exclaimed, throwing the panties behind her,

"i…..im sorry. i know this looks weird but i promise it's not what it looks like... i just... i uh!" she couldn't think of one excuse that could take the spotlight off of her.

she couldn't tell what expression that drew on your face but no matter what it was, the embarrassment of what could've been avoided consumed her.

in all honest, even if you hadn't went out as strong as abby did, there was a lace of attraction you had for her. growing up, she always had this tall and strong stature about herself even though back the she lacked a lot more muscle than she did now. each year, abby grew and her body formed into the goddess build that she had today. the day you all reconnected, you saw the way her body had came to be. the way she looked bigger and stronger than any man you had been with, with an expression that looked as though she could lead an army, there was an enticed curiosity of what was underneath the layers of abby anderson.

you heard when she'd play with herself and you respected her enough to let her know that you hadn't noticed, no matter how quiet she tried to be but you definitely heard her when she would fuck women— her moans were hunger filled grunts and groans like she had been so angered by how good she was feeling that she had to relentlessly use her partners like sex toys.

as you did, you wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked that hard, you asked your partners to do the same, mirroring what you thought abby would do, hammering your cunt with their cock, feeling your insides flutter in a pleasure you didn't think existed before your knowledge of how abby used her own hips.

you didn't go as far as smelling her clothes, hump her bed or anything she probably had done that you didn't know, but yet and still, there was that slight curiosity.

"abby..?" you stood, frequently swallowing the drying spit you left on your tongue. "wha...what the fuck are you doing?" you added, taking one step in, feeling the heat of her body swell amongst your bedroom. you couldn't come to terms that you had self consciously found yourself growing wet at the image.

she sat in her normal man spreading pose, seeing her light briefs painted with a dark patch of her arousal that led to her clit. veins drawing up the sides of her arms and scattered on her big... enticing hands.

"nothing... i…" her lips ajar, frantically looking around as she looked at the inanimate objects that were placed randomly in your room. her shoulders dropped, her braid sliding over her shoulders as she gave up in trying to save face for her perverted intentions. “i was.. sniffing your..." she mumbled, it almost coming out inaudible.

biting on the skin of your lip, you felt the pain of your heart erupt as it pounded at your ribcage, your feet walking without much thought as you continued your stroll until you were met up with her up close- her worrisome eyes wavering thinking that you'd slap her or scream at her. and in some ways, she wanted that. she felt like she deserved to feel like the disgusting girl that she was and came to be. she welcomed it.

any form of engagement was enough to satisfy her even if it were to be nothing but pure anger coming from you. “if you need to hit me... do it... what i did was wrong... it's pathetic... im a pervert... i..”

"shut up." you spat, not knowing if you wanted to be angry or turned on. her lips pressed together almost immediately, her eyes at her legs, not wanting to face someone as beautiful as you and witness the betrayal in your expression.

you grabbed her face in your hand, her eyebrows waved in a solemn state. with your jaw clenching, you looked at her. oh how stupid her pretty face looked when ashamed. the bottom of her lip jutted out in a pout and her body rose as she hitched each breath she took.

the feeling of your fingers were electrifying, like she'd cum in an instant only from that simple touch and color in your eyes. she tried so hard to not let her eyes wonder but she couldn't help as they trailed down your body to look at the shape of your breast in your fitted shirt. noticing this, you yank her head up, making her look at you again— what a fucking pervert, you thought.

"you're disgusting." you told her, your tone turning into a taunt as you started to enjoy the fact that her submission- the girl that fucked women so roughly-was in the palm of your hands. "pathetic. perverted. nasty. that's what you are abby... just a filthy pervert."

she nodded her head, humming in acknowledgment, “i know...”

out of all the things abby thought of, she could never prepare herself for you pushing her back onto your bed, her back bouncing against the mattress. a quiet gasp exited from her lips as you sat yourself on her lap, holding her wrists and placing them above her hands.

"you're into me that much... you're in my bed, sniffing my underwear... so idiotic." you laughed.

"wait." she breathed, a glimmer of enjoyment coming from the dominance you placed between you both and how you pinned her down underneath you.

"shut your fucking mouth. im talking." and she nodded. what a good girl.

the corner of your lips tugged in a smirk, noticing the effect you have on her. no parter you've had went out their way to do something as belittling as smell her underwear. if only you knew the many things she has done with the thought of you, with all her wants and desires in the bundle of her aching clit, it'd be safe to say that it was hot that she was willing to do all that and try so desperately not to get caught.

"since you're here, sniffing my underwear like a rabid animal.." you led on, your face inches from her, voice now soaking in sultry warmth, "im gonna ride your fucking face and i want you to show me what you do when im not around"

after all these years, torturing herself, swallowing down the need to pursue you, it all was given to her in this moment. she thought she was hallucinating- that it was her guilt imagining the entire thing, thinking your body was nearly a haze and that you had still been at work. all she did was lie there, dumbfounded at the words you spoke, itching to know your next moment, the next breath of words you'd speak. anything you'd do, she accept in a heartbeat.

slipping out from your pants, your huddled your way to hover her face, your panties showing the wet spot that abby had made by her filth. with no warning, you planted yourself down, feeling the form of her lips and nose prod against your clothed pussy.

abby laid their limp, feeling as if she'd suffocate, not by you sitting on her face but the daze in which she couldn't grasp at the shock her body was going through. she admired the way you looked, so sexy in just your panties, the way your clit poked against it- it was just like she had envisioned- and how it felt as it placed itself on her face. she latched on with her lips, sucking through the fabric frenetically, humming pure delight at the scent she encapsulated. her tongue ran along your clothed slit, letting it bury in its floods, feeling the warmth heat her face.

rocking your hips back and forth, you could feel your heat rise up from within your body, hands still grasping onto her wrists. something about this was different— it was passionate, sharing a moment with a person you trusted throughout the years and now engaged, enabling her impulsivity. it felt good, it felt wrong, but your hips couldn’t stop.

“god you’re such a dirty girl abby…” falling in love with the way you held so much power over her. still this wasn’t enough as good as it felt, you wanted to know what her tongue could really do. momentarily, you rise, taking your panties off to see yourself dripping down from your entrance.

“oh my god…” she breathed, “oh my god… oh my god, oh my fucking god. yes…”

lowering yourself once again, her head lifted before you could even fully sit on her face, lips latching on and inhaling your pussy into her mouth. your eyes rolled back, your body trembling loosely. the way she moved her tongue was better than any man that had given you head— she wasn’t careful, she was direct. she knew the weak spots that could make a girl cum in an instant, using her entire face to stimulate you. moans filled abby’s ears, heightening in volume as your hips snapped, fucking her face, feeling the curve in her nose hit the base of your clit.

"your voice is turning me on so much" she whimpered, her mouth full of you.

her face was buried deeply into your cavern, her salvia adding to the mess your slick had already made. she slurped at the skin, your vulva fluttering in and out from her lips, leaving damp kisses at the bud of your clit. the sounds eliciting from her lips were absolutely disgusting and delicious, the tepidity soaring from both of your bodies-abby's underwear absolutely drenched and aching to be touched yet the high from devouring you fulfilled her to the max and she wanted so much more, she needed to bathe in it, feast on it. abby licked a sloppy thick stripe, letting her tongue reach any place the position would let her in. "god you smell so good... you taste... so fucking good." she breathed out heavily- her wet pink lips rotating around your clit, jaw jittering as she tried to study herself towards your orgasm.

you lost as her muscle swam against your slit, tongue plunging in your opening which made you sing a series of uncontrollable moans. your fingers curling into her golden blonde locks-loving the feeling. she wanted you to tug at it, show her how good she's making you feel by your actions, ride her face like she's perverted scum is. she could feel the tingle wash from down her scalp and spine, making her groan deeply against your cunt, feeling it almost itch her own throat. raising her hand over your thigh, she rests it above your clit, pressing the bottom of your stomach- letting them create small indentions in your skin- while placing her thumb down on it's bud, rolling its skin up as she sucked hungrily, flickering her tongue at its exposure.

you squirmed, seeing how pathetic she looked looked as she tried to get you there. her body humping into the nothingness of air, needing for some type of friction. "fuck... oh fuck." she whined.

your thighs clamped her head, feeling the pressure pound in a glorious headache. “you need two breathe?" you joked drunkly, the sound of the bed creaking from the nonstop movement. abby could care less about needing to breath, she wanted to bask in this as long as you'd let her.

as much as you wanted to hold it, you couldn't, your body was in too much of a rush to even control itself. it kept moving, rutting on her face as abby felt herself needing to breathe.

“im gonna cum.." you announced, looking down to her barely visible face, her eyes directed right at you while she watched every movement your face made. the contact made your high arrive faster than you comprehended, letting out a moan louder than you ever let out, your high shooting through every part of your body.

clenching your eyes tight, you held your breath, body jolting forward as your high took over, calming yourself down as it started to subside. "holy fuck.." you sighed, coming to your senses as you lifted your leg from her face, sitting beside her to see her face covered in your cum and slick. she looked content, breathing in as much air as she could, still smelling the scent fill her lungs.

"wow…" she whispered, not able to get over the fact that you just rode her face. she stared at the ceiling, thinking that she had seen the gates of heaven.

"and just for that.." you spoke trying to catch your breath, "you don't get to cum. get out of my room." you demanded, her body turning towards you, showing a puzzled look.

“but..”

"oh abby... you've been such a bad girl. why would i let you cum? if you be a good girl, maybe one day, id let you fuck me." you cooed, biting down on your lip as you watch a thousand expressions form into one on her face. "now get out."

getting up from your bed, she looked confused but pleased at the fact that she just has a face full of your pussy. running her tongue over her lips, she wanted to savor the mess you had left, her finger gliding against her chin to gather the dripping slick. with one last turn, she looked at you, a devious glow brightening your face.

now you understand what you meant to abby. you understood how you'd control this goddess of a woman. you needed time to think this through, debating whether you should let this be the first and last time or make her your pleasure doll. nonetheless, she left, and you laid on your back, still feeling the throbs of your vibrating clit.

"goddamn." you breathed, "she really knows how to eat pussy…”

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #abby tlou #abby anderson #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson the last of us #abby the last of us #abby x masc!reader #abby x y/n #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby x you #abby smut #abby x reader #abby #abby x black reader #the last of us abby

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 1

Prompt: Costume Pairing: San x fem!reader WC: 1,900 Summary: When you and your boyfriend have a minor disagreement on what to do for your halloween costumes, you hatch a plan to have him see your side.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent San or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

TW/CW under the cut

TW/CW: Sort of petplay, reader called “kitty”, “kitten” as well as “babe” and “sweetie”, oral (m. receiving), unprotected intercourse, finishing inside, tail plug mentioned. I think that’s about it.

Staring into the monochrome abyss of San’s closet you huff. “Babe? What are we wearing for Hongjoong’s Halloween party?”  He doesn’t turn from his game, frantic clicks of the mouse filing the space where his reply should be.  “Babe?” You ask again, foolishly hopeful.  More clicking, punctuated by a flood of curses under his breath.  You purse your lips and turn to him, the silhouette of his chair blocking him. “San?”  His fist slams into the table, “SHIT! Sorry. Dead. I got 1 minute. What? Sorry.”  “Costume. Halloween party?”  “I was thinking we’d buy a couples-”  “BUY?” Your eyes bug incredulously. The thought opens wide a can of childhood trauma. Years of your parents insisting that you create your costumes with clothes either from the second hand store or existing closet pieces with minimal single use articles. While others got to dress as Jesse from Toy Story or Cinderella, you had to figure out your best approximation of what a witch would look like in modern dress.  San’s brows furrow in confusion. “What? Yes? How else do you get a costume?”  “Where is your spirit of creation?! I might as well dress up like a cat if you’re just going to buy some shitty costume.”  San rolls his eyes, exasperated. “You can’t make a cat into a couples costume.”  “You go ahead and buy the costumes. I’ll put together mine and show you how much better it is.”

 It’s manipulative, you know it is, as you examine yourself in the mirror. You’d probably never wear this ensemble out, but it was about the message. Fuzzy ears clipped to the top of your head matched beautifully with the tail plug tickling the back of your thighs from under your skirt. It was almost unfair, almost.

 Leaning against the doorframe you watch him click away, unaware of the treat sitting mere meters away from him. You knock and wait patiently with a small smirk tugging at your lips.  “He-holy shit,” San turns and stops in his tracks, eyes racking over your body. Whatever he was doing or going to do long forgotten he launches himself from the computer chair. He whole body throbs for a second as his arms tighten around you and lift, moving you with ease. For a second he considers tossing you fully onto the mattress but decides better, it would be a waste instead placing you in the center of the bedroom. “Such a pretty kitty,” San purrs, pushing your hair behind your ear. Nails scratching lightly at your scalp, his eyes shine as as shiver runs down your body.  “So you like it?” You tug slightly at the half gloves covering your wrist, smoothing them taut to you. Small rubber paw prints adorn the palms, soft and squishy and pink. Your stockings have them too, just at the ball of the foot, with matching pretty pink bows at the tops of the thighs. You twirl, tripping lightly as the rubber paws grip the ground more than you’re prepared for. San’s arms wrap around you again and secure you as his chest blocking your tumble.  “Maybe a little dangerous to wear out,” he muses, hand trailing your spine.  “We’ll have to take care of that, won’t we kitty?” His mind feels hazy as the blood flow redirects southwards. He shouldn’t be as attracted to this outfit as he is. You just look so cute, so so SO cute it makes his head swim.

 It’s impossible to hide the pulse of interest in his sweatpants, comfy and breathable grey cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. “Take care of what?” You bat your eyelashes dumbly, prolonging the game. Your hands skim down to the waistband of his pants, feeling the flex of his lower abs as his breath catches. His own hand pushes up the back of your skirt, tugging lightly at the tail, stirring the plug within you just enough to make you whine.  “Don’t worry kitty, just follow me,” he smiles, palm cupping your ass. “get on your knees for me, won’t you?”  You’ve never dropped to your knees faster, looking up at his toned body with wide eyes. He barely moves his head to look down at you, only his eyes following. Your mouth waters, staring at the tented outline pressing insistently to the fabric.  “Be a good kitty and open your mouth for me,” his thumb strokes your cheek, your jaw softening and falling open in his hand. One handed, he pushes the top of his pants down, thick cock springing from the confines. Heavy and musky he taps the head on your outstretched  tongue, sucking in air through his teeth. It the eager twinkle in your eye as you patiently wait for his next instruction that stokes the fire in his gut. “That’s it, now just the tip sweetie, just a little lick for me,” he coaxes.

 Tongue flicking gently against the underside you listen for his breathy moan, mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You barrage him with sweet kitten licks all over the head of his dick. As much as he can control his body he couldn’t control his expression, fighting to keep his eyes open his eyelids flutter. “Li’e tha’?” You ask, words slurred with your tongue lolling out.  “Just like that,” he sighs, “just keep your mouth open babe, let me do the work.” Letting the weight of his member rest heavily on your tongue you hold your head still, eyes fixed upwards, gazing at his face. Gathering your hair into a loose fist at the base of your scalp, his hips press forward into your inviting heat. It’s barely halfway down before he feels the resistant tight ring of your throat against him. Hazily he shallowly thrusts against it, the sound of your soft gags awakening something primal in him. Tears welling in your eyes you work hard to breath through your nose as he loses himself briefly to the rhythm. “Doin’ so well-,” he gasps, “a lil’ more. Such a good obedient kitty. A lil’ more for me.”

 Your core throbs impatiently, gut twisting and tightening. His choked back moans and lack of oxygen have you lightheaded, your own hand wandering between your thighs to provide some relief to your unattended sex. Subtle twitches of his thighs and cock tell you he’s close, an unrepressed moan burbling up from your lungs has him retreating quickly, strands of spit and salty precum bridging the gap in your bodies.  “Don’ wan’ cum?” You gulp and gasp, wiping your lips on the back of the arm warmers.  San shakes his head, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily.  You don’t have time to question why before he is pulling you up by your forearms and tossing you face down into the unmade sheets of the bed like you were little more than a misplaced pillow. He’s on you nearly as fast, hand running up the back of your thighs to your slit.  “Practically dripping,” he growls and giggles all at once, giddy. You push back on his hand with a moan.  “All for you,” your voice is horse and ragged.  “Good kitty.”

 The blunt pressure of his cock breaching your entrance forces a harsh exhale from you. Your skirt is bunched and balled into his fists at your waist, little more than makeshift handles for him to use as he pushes his way into your tight heat. The slickness of your arousal eases the push as his hips roll against you, deeper and deeper with each stroke until he’s fully seated in your cunt. Elated, you wiggle back at him, shaking the tail still snuggly held in by the plug.  San marvels at how your walls stretch and hug to accommodate his thickness. The audio visual experience of your small moans and tight hole eagerly sucking him back dulls his wits. For a moment he drops the skirt to palm your ass, spreading you so he can better watch himself disappear as he shallowly fucks into you, absentmindedly stroking the fur of the tail draped down your back. It’s just enough to jostle the plug, tight ring of muscle flexing to hold it in.  Your chest tightens and vision blurs, elbows faltering and falling cheek first into the mattress. “It feels good,” you try to say, only bubbles of spit and moans managing to make their way out of your mouth.  “You’re so fucked,” San laughs as his hips snap into you faster. “You’re so hot.”  “Fuuuuck,” you groan in agreement. “I’m fuuuuucked.” The words bounce with the shaking of your body, uncontrolled and automatic. San fists your strip of a skirt, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder and faster. You can hardly breathe as your orgasm rolls over you, one after another, walls clenching and spasming around his cock. Fingers claw at the bed, twitching as you pant and groan and swear underneath him.  He drops his hold on your skirt, unceremoniously allowing you to crumple to the bed as he pulls from you.  “Nooo,” you whine pitifully at the loss of sensation. Exhaustion plagues your muscles but your gut needs more, craves more. You ragdoll as he pushes you to your back, clambering between your thighs again. It’s rougher than he’s every been with you. You stomach flutters and flips and he practically folds you in half, pressing your knees up to your armpits and sliding back into you.  “Don’t worry kitty, you’ll get your treat,” he murmurs in your ear, breath tickling your jaw.  This angle is a different kind of intense, his body weight heavy on your lungs, restricting your airflow just enough to have you buzzing. His biceps flex as he holds himself and your legs up as best he can, your stockinged feet waving loosely in the air with each thrust. You hold onto him, clinging to his back with all your might. Your ears ring and rush as you lose yourself in his motions.  “Cum, please, cum,” you chant into his shoulder. “Fuck your cum into your cute kitten.” Spit and sweat commingling on your lips. You curl up, forehead pressed to the junction as you climax, vision darkening and eyelids fluttering.  You’d scream but your lungs are empty and diaphragm clenched. Everything burns from the inside out. Gasping, you bite down on his trapezius, his strangled groan of pleasure and surprise breaking through your haze as his hips stutter and slam as deep as he can go into you. The warmth of his release coats your walls as they work him.

 San whimpers and then giggles quietly.  “Sorrysorrysorrysorry,” you spew in a whispered prayer.  “Don’t apologize to me,” he kisses your cheek. “Intense right?”  You don’t answer, eyes closed in bliss. All is quiet except for your breaths and the occasional light smack of lips to skin as you pepper eachother with pecks. You let him lower your legs to the bed, release slightly seeping out around his cock as he moves you. “You like the costume?” You trade an obvious question with a second obvious question.  “Skirts ruined, sorry,” he giggles again. “Pussy ruined.””

 You glare at him. He shifts slightly, balancing himself on one arm as he grabs an errant ear from between the pillows. “See? Pussy ruined. Besides, not a couples costume so-” it was such a San answer, letting you win the battle but not the war.

I’m really not promising much if anything but I wanna write more frequently sooo here you go. As usual, please let me know if I am missing tags or if you’d like me to add any TW/CW that are sensitive for you to any upcoming fics!

Also i noticed the formatting is a little fucked on mobile i’m so sorry i think it’s that i copy paste in from another doc but like...it’s hard to tell. It’s the first paragraph. Sorry!!

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ateez smut #san smut #choi san smut #atz smut #ateez kinktober

[bettysupremacy]

omg what abt steve getting a crush on this more rebel, punk-like reader? usually sees her with a guitar or smoking out back somewhere, but he’s worried that he’s not “cool enough” to talk to her

maybe she comes in at the family video to rent a horror movie or something and he finally tries to start a conversation

ajdkdk sorry hope this isn’t too specific, have a great day!!!

hi aster!! thank you for the request it’s adorbs

Robin sits under the counter of family video sorting return movies into boxes.

It’s a perfectly tedious task that she doesn’t mind doing. In fact, she usually fights for it, leaving Steve to take her assortments and shelve them. Except today he forfeits his duties, opting to stand and complain. Loudly.

It’s not that Robins over it, but she’s over it.

“You don’t get it, Robs.” Steve eyes the front door morosely. “She’s so cool. She plays guitar.”

Robin laughs loudly, pulling Gremlins out of the kids box and into the horror box. “So do like, a gillion people, Steve.”

“But she’s good at at.”

Robin shrugs. He got her there.

“And she likes that one band.”

She nods. “Thank you for that.”

“You know which one I’m talking about.”

“Because you gave me so much to work with.”

He glares down, but she doesn’t see. “Long hair?”

“Kiss?”

“Long hair, no face paint.” He adds.

“Iron Maiden? Van Halen? Dokken? Metallica?”

“Metallica!” He nudges her with his foot excitedly.

“Well she likes all those bands.” She shrugs, kicking the loaded romance box away.

His head shakes. “Eddie got his grubby little hands on her.”

“Eddie is her brother, and liking the same bands as your sibling is normal.”

“Still.” He sighs.

His inability to talk to you haunts him. A painful reminder that he’s no longer king Steve.

The door chimes.

“Who is it?” Robin asks.

Steve kicks her, she punches him.

You walk in, destination in mind. He watches silently as you move to the horror section, smiling as he sees you mouth your ABC’s to find Friday the 13th.

You look exceptionally pretty today, he thinks. Black band tee, black skirt, black headband, you look like you’ve shopped in Eddie’s closet. Not that he’s complaining.

You hop up to the counter.

“That was quick.” Steve smiles as he scans the bar code with the little red light. He drops it to the counter when it beeps, typing into the new computer Keith ordered a week ago. “Friday the 13th?”

“Uh huh.” You smile. His knees buckle.

“It’s a great movie, you’ll love it.”

“I don’t know,” Your finger traces the wood countertop. “I’m easily spooked.”

He looks away from the computer, waiting for the receipt to print. “You watching it alone?”

“No,” You laugh. “Definitely not.”

“Oh,” He deflates. “With you’re boyfriend?”

Robin pinches his calf, he resists the urge to kick her again.

You laugh a little louder, a little sweeter. Steve finds the contrast of your look and the sound dizzying. “No, Steve, my brother.”

“Right.” His soft laugh is an air of relief. You roll your eyes, smile plastered onto your face you fear permanently.

“Yeah, Ed’s really tears up these horrors.”

“You look like you would too.” He puts the receipt in your bag. Dropping it to the counter with a soft thud.

“What does that mean?” Your head cocks.

“No I just.. you know- like..”

You laugh, and even though it’s at Steve’s expense, he hopes it’ll happen again. “I was kidding, Steve.”

“Oh,” he breathes, smile playing on his lips. He looks down at the counter. “That was mean.”

Your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t look too sorry.” He laughs, a little breathless.

“What can I do to apologize?”

His smile stutters. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

You look around the store and his mind wanders places he feels guilty for. “You wanna come watch it with us?”

You kick the wall softly, nervously. Robin can feel it.

“What?” This isn’t real.

“Yeah, come over tonight. We make popcorn, and he’s buying candy right now.” You search for his eyes now. “Please say yes it’s the least I could do for being so mean.”

“I don’t know.” He hands brace against the wooden counters, a gentle reminder that this is real. Like Robins pinch. “..Eddie would be okay with it?”

“You’re already friends with him, it’ll be perfect.” You grab your bag from the counter, the plastic loud as you wind it around your hand. “And then I’ll have someone to protect me.”

He hears Robin breathe out and dares a look under the counter. She’s grinning like a madman.

You don’t give him room to object, walking to the door and turning around when you hear the chime. “See you tonight. Bye Robin!”

Faint giggles are heard under the counter. Steve feels sick.

And then you walk out. Steve’s heart dragged along behind you.

Robin hops out of the counter. “You got a date, Steve!”

His shoulders droop. “With Eddie.”

“So what?” She claps his back “I doubt he’ll actually be there.”

“Yeah.” He breathes, “It’ll be fine.”

Robin nods once, walking into the back room. “And I’ve finished sorting. Have fun!”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve x you #steve harrington x fem! reader #steve stranger things #steve x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve x y/n

[snow-at-twilight]

Casual Clothing Refs Boards: Nightcord at 25:00!

With this post, we conclude the casual clothing ref boards series! Kanade's was super fun to put together LOL. Mafuyu actually had a startling lack of art in casual clothes since she's usually in her school uniform, but you know...

And just to reiterate: all of the art in these posts are either from cards or collab/promo art! I created these boards and shared them as a resource for everyone to use! Feel free to reblog/save as reference! I hope they help you in your artistic/writing endeavors!

L/N | MMJ | VBS | WxS | 25-ji

Some notes/personal observations under the cut:

KANADE

What do I even say? LOL

She really does only wear her sweats/tracksuit and shorts.

'Faintly Glowing Elpis' actually has her in a slightly different jacket, but it was from a year ago in PjSk timeline so she's seems to have shifted to a different jacket.

She also has one 'formal' outfit, which she wears in 'Determination Ignited' and 'Opening Ceremony Held in the Classroom' - collared white shirt and grey sweater (oversized?).

She also has a black winter coat she wears when it's snowy/chilly out!

Kanade is peak 'what is comfortable and practical' and doesn't futz around with fashion much.

If you (as a creator/artist/writer) want to put her in something beyond what she usually wears, you can probably chalk it up to Ena or Mizuki taking her clothes shopping.

MAFUYU

again, usually is wearing her school uniform in card art, but from what we get of her casual attire:

Usually is wearing her 2D live outfit.

blue, white, beige, purple colors. Sometimes black top.

Long skirts or pants, plenty of cozy sweaters/cardigans over button-downs/collared shirts.

Something about her attire screams 'nurse' -> Probably the light/muted colors.

Another character who rarely has short sleeves.

ENA

I just want to note she's usually drawing/painting in the long-sleeve print shirt and shorts, but may also wear a hoodie as seen in 'I Want To Capture That Expression'.

Sometimes goes for cardigans.

You can count on her shirts having a collar and some sort of ruffle or soft puff sleeve.

Also has ribbon around her neck or the black choker on her 2D Live.

Skirts enjoyer, you don't really get her in pants.

As for colors, go for white, beige, maybe a black, and also pink!

MIZUKI

They have a lot of different ribbons to tie their hair up in!

Wears their 2D Live outfit a lot, but the outfit you first see in 'A Moment of Jest' with the white shirt and black/pink suspenders + skirt is actually something they seem to wear often as well.

Usually has a ribbon/bow around their collar as well, but it's a lot bigger.

Frilly/ruffled dresses and whatnot, but also wears suspender-style too.

Blue, white, pink, and some black.

I think the only piece of art we actually have of them in some form of pants (aside from their middle school 'What Gave Me Courage' card) is their most recent 'You Gotta Come, Or Else I’ll Be Sad' card.

Reminder that Mizuki will buy and alter clothing if it isn't to their tastes.

You can see their closet in 'A Long-Awaited Notification'. Plaid patterns!!

#pjsk #project sekai #kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #nightcord at 25:00 #25 ji nightcord de

[dennydraws]

Here is to 2024!

Hello, hello ~ I didn't get to do a proper new year journal entry about 2023, about plans for 2024... so here it is! \o/

I think 2023 was a year of growth for me. I finally invested into getting an ipad and procreate and while it was the cheapest possible I could grab, it tremendously improved my art in both speed and quality. I realized my biggest issue with digital art was how tired I was after work. I just couldn't bring myself to hunch over my desk and even if I was dying to draw I just couldn't. But the ipad made it possible to draw everywhere and after work, drawing from the couch was like a blessing! I don't look into investing further into bigger ipad, the gen 9 one is absolutely perfect for my needs so far. :>

2023 was no buy new art supplies year! I attempted to do big art challenge where I use my current art supplies with reckless abandon ...but for one reason or another (ok lets be real, I just juggle too much at once xD;; ) I couldn't keep up. However, I did resist buying new art supplies and gave away most if not all that weren't working for me! Which felt great! It's just so sad seeing art supplies that aren't used and seeing someone excited to receive them just gave me ultimate warm fuzzies :D Going into 2024 I think to continue with the no buy art supplies until my current stash is reduced some. Not that I have abundance of brands and things but I tend to be on the minimalist side and I don't enjoy having clutter of supplies if I can help it.

Onto 2024 with... hopefully a Youtube Channel! That's right! That's a new thing :D;; I want to start doing art youtube videos! But also, again let's be real. I don't know if I will be able to keep up with it. So I don't want to overly invest into it money wise but also, it's something I've wanted to do for years now but something kept getting on the way. So I think I want to try it now! I have this giggly excitement over the idea of planning what pictures to draw and editing and showing the process and talking about it... or talk about art and life in general, I hope it will be fun! And I hope it will be fun to watch for whoever might be interested to give it a look :D Return of the sketchbook flip through videos? :D;; Of course every beginning is hard and awkward and it will be sloppy but also, that's also part of the fun! I want to keep it casual and fun - no stress, only good vibes!

Sneric Comic, Sneric Comic! Oh, boy I need to get back into the gist of things again! XD I have outlined chapter 10 but the story bits after are a bit on the vague side. I'm still looking forward to putting the story together and printing it one day to have it on my shelf and be like - another one done! \o/ I'll get there, slow and steady!

So... onto 2024 where I hope I will do more with my art than scatter images through social media. And of course new adventures in FF14! And at last Eiyuden comes out (I backed it way back during kickstarter :D!) and maybe we'll finally see the Suikoden remaster come out too!

Okay that got too long! Thank you for stopping by, dear reader! I hope 2024 is amazing for you and full of positive growth!

#Good Morning! #Journal #Denny Rambles #let's gooo into 2024!

[kindafooey]

Hey! I may be a *little* late to the party, but recently I discovered Blood Chains and BOY I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since, it plagues my mind all the time, and I guess what I want to say is that it's one of the best books I've ever read. Tysm for it. I wanna ask if physical copies are still a real thing, the last update I was able to find on them was 2 years ago. If they're avaible to order plz tell me what I gotta do. I hope I'm not a bother, SO anxious rn ;w;

OMG HIIIII and thank you so much for this ask!! I'm physically making the teary-eyed emoji face rn that my phone won't allow me to use on tumblr for some reason haha 😅

The situation with the printed copies is uhhh something I should've addressed a long time ago, tbh. The thing is I still really want to make it happen, but honestly I'm just. kind of stuck? Simply put, I got overwhelmed trying to figure out both the practicalities and economics of it and ended up shelving the project indefinitely. Having three separate books printed, shipped over to me, and then shipping them forth all around the world is something of a financial commitment (I was initially prepared for maybe five people tops to be interested in a printed edition but I've received well over 20 inquiries since the fic was finished, which is. trippy), and after I ended up buying a house two years ago, I had to reprioritize a little. I've been considering alternatives like investing in a better printer and producing the copies at home, but, well. Life has sort of gotten in the way of that. At this point it's mostly just a matter of whether I can set my mind to seeing this whole thing to the finish line at last.

So to sum it up, while I can't promise anything at this point of time, it could absolutely still happen! I feel like I'm becoming more scatterbrained by the year lol, but I really really really want to hold printed copies of my magnum opus in my hands one day, as Blood Chains is still something that I'm endlessly fond and proud of. So if you want to sign up regardless of all the uncertainties surrounding the project, drop me a dm and I'll add you to the list of interest! Again, thank you so much ♡♡

#blood chains

[tacosaysroar]

1) I’m very much in denial that we go back to our regularly scheduled program tomorrow. Booooo.

2) Adelaide had to make a WWI diorama over the break, and although it was very much her project, I participated more than I ordinarily would. Because it was pretty fun. There was clay to squish and barbed wire to curl. We even put boot prints in the mud and had mustard gas coming out of the woods toward the trench (my mother’s idea). I hope it goes over well.

3) Niece H thoroughly enjoyed playing with the leftover bag of army guys. My sister and I particularly enjoyed them building a barricade out of my mother’s romance novels.

4) I completely avoided escape rooms during that whole craze. (I feel neutral at best about puzzles and I emphatically don’t like the idea of being locked into a small room.) But Adelaide really wanted to do one, so my sister booked a time for us last night. And actually, it was pretty fun. I get it.

5) Less fun was Adelaide saying afterwards, when I said we’d probably need more than just the two of us to go again, “Maybe if one of us gets a boyfriend this year we can take him.” Lots of reasons to feel weird about that little gem.

6) We’ve been bending our sleep schedules around people trying to stay on either Pacific or Mountain time with small children. Lots of very late bedtimes and very late mornings. We’re way off kilter and neither of us is going to be happy when the alarm goes off tomorrow.

7) I used credit card points to buy things for the very first time the other day. Why have I not been taking advantage of this until now?! I need to learn more about this and start taking advantage.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Managed to obtain wifey's computer chair but finally got outbid on the luggage kit (should have known $10 was too good to be true lol, I'll wait til we're more liquid and try again with a larger budget on a different lot). Hopefully going to be able to pick up the kitty bench tomorrow if it's still available (here's to hoping it doesn't get snagged today) but if it isn't I'll just keep my eye out for new opportunities there too, probably on Saturdays instead of Fridays so I can schedule pick up immediately the next day.

I need to get ahold of some fabric with decent stretch to it, so maybe some old shirts or dresses with decent prints but some wear and tear that can be upcycled. A button jar would be nice too if I can find one, but I'm not too fussed, I can order buttons if I that's the only thing I need new.

The biggest thing that still needs buying is new clothes for wifey, and some of that I can take care of myself with fabric and my sewing kit, and some can be managed with thrifting and time, but at least a couple of items will need to be purchased newly tailored, so we'll have to save up a little for that one (next paycheck I think should have room for it). I may go through some of my clothes and see which ones can be turned into fabric or upcycled for wifey into something new. I know I have an undershirt that I can use, and I think a pair of leggings which would work well for something.there's a dress that doesn't fit me anymore with a black and white gingham pattern that could be good for upcycling into a blouse for wifey I think if I go about it right. I'll definitely have to ask her to let me use her as a model while I drape the pattern though and she'll HATE that lmao, my love does not enjoy standing still long enough for me to drape a blouse. I can picture it though, with a nice deep neck, a little pop of crepe and color at the cleavage, maybe a racerback or thick shoulder but sleeveless straps to make it a nice summer blouse and so it wears well under short jackets or fall sweaters, a scooped hem at the waist so it tucks well or wears gently at the tummy rather than being constricting.

So that's probably 4 items or so I can make with what we have at home. Not quite a wardrobe, but a start! And we'll see what else I find in our closets that can be put to use. I have a skirt that needs badly to be upcycled but no idea what to do with it. The underpinnings could probably be repurposed for...well more underpinnings, and the skirt itself is a breezy cotton, so maybe another blouse? It has a lot of pink, which really isn't wifey's color, but maybe I could pull it off. Maybe for the color pop on that shirt with a matching bonnet for her to wear with her twists once we put them in? We'll see what I manage. There's a lot of skirt to work with, I could probably pull something fun off. Oooh. A matching pullover. That would be cute as hell, and real summery. Maybe I can pull off all three if there's enough fabric and give her a whole set.

Okay, so that's 6 items to go for, largely shirts and underpinnings, which is good and important. But we still need to figure out some pants and a few more shirts before I'll be ready to set this project down, so we'll see what else comes of it. I think I'll take the weekend to break out all these pieces I'm going to alter and break them down to the fabric I'll need so I can just sew when the time comes. Maybe Monday since wifey and I both have the day off we'll do some draping if she's up for it and she and I can listen to podcasts while I get started on the shirt at least. I might be able to make two of the shirt in different iterations if I'm lucky and sizing works out the way I think it will. We'll see. If not, I'll see if any of wifey's old shirts are in a state enough to be upcycled.

I may look into the idea of a patchwork shirt? Scraps from various smaller or damaged garments that wouldn't be able to make a whole garment alone but can be fitted together into a neat design? And some sheet slacks. Those would be nice to do for wifey. Easy to buy sheets for cheap from the theift store and turn them into tailored slacks if I have enough buttons.

Okay. I have my plan. I have enough fabric to work with between now and the end of the month, and then at my end of month payday, we'll go thrufting and I'll get more along with a good button jar so I can start expanding into more complex garments.

#sewing plans #personal notes

[goof320]

random goof ramble omg,,,

i hope whatever the valve deckard is is its Good and the same price as psvr2?? but i also dont care about new vr,, i only want valve deckard or new valve vr headset or whatever because it means they'll come out with a new game at the same time

half life alyx was *so* good and i dont think there's been a vr game to come close to how good it was and still is 2ish years later. i think half life 3 coming out with their new, not super expensive (~$500 please valve) headset would probably bend over and spank the other 5 billion standalone vr headsets coming out. half life 3 should *not* be only vr, fucking Obviously, but if it didnt have native vr support id be pretty upset because holy shit the end scene of hl:a ***you were HOLDING the fucking crowbar*** i need that for a 10-15 hour long campaign

valve,,, if yoy use tumblr,,, please.,.,.,.. youd make so much money hl3 wouldn't even have to come with the headset it could be $70 and youd be PRINTING money for the rest of time PLEASEEEE

also, it'd be really cool for a new valve game that's not a tech demo,,, i dont think hl:a was a tech demo for vr, but it.. kind of was? a really really good tech demo, but they probably wouldn't have made a spinoff half-life game if not for New Cool Technology. im pretty sure all of the recent valve games have been glorified tech demos. which i like them!! they're fun!!!! i adore hl:a and aperature desk job. and their vr game with the minigames is cute. the aperature game with the hand robots is cute, too. im probably missing one but all of them have been cute fun lil games.

hl3 tho,, new full valve game not just for a specific new tech thing? wooh.,.,. works on their new (and old) vr thing, steam deck, and a normal pc? Wooh,,,,, money printer right there.

more deckard rant... i hope to got its not a standalone.

maybe a standalone that doesn't play games.. hear me out wait hold on

valve doesnt like splitting up steam im pretty sure. if it was standalone, itd run on the xr2, an ARM chip, whereas all of steamvr is x86 because fucking duh yeah its for computers. i don't think valve is gonna have that thing running proton and like.. box86 or whatever. itd be TERRIBLE!! and theres no way in fresh hell they're putting the steam deck chip in there, or any other x86 thing, because it'd SUCK!!!!!! but if it was like... xr2 without steam. you can stream from your desktop, play those games wirelessly (or with displayport pls valve) or just look at your monitor in vr and browse the internet Whatever. i do wonder if a valve standalone with ARM would run linux ARM or android... knowing valve i bet it'd be linux. something thatd be SO fucking cool is- ok hear me out again this is a long one

steamvr home is cool... it sucks right now because valve hasn't done anything with it forever, and it just tanks your computer the second it starts, and there's.. not much to do BUT WHAT IF there was... what if it was like.. steam home (corny idc) and-

hello. i just spent 10 minutes describing neosvr. i deleted all that because i realized, i want valve to buy neosvr and put it in steam. just, right in the client. the whole thing. share media with ur friends, have a home world u can do Whatever the Fuck you want with and custom avatars and whatever you Want. neosvr is in a weird spot and if valve just fucking swallowed them whole and rebranded it as a Steam Home thing id ascend into the 6th dimension. neosvr is so fucking cool.... it makes me very sad though because again its in a weird spot and im sure they'll figure it out but Eeeeee,,,

anyway as i was saying... neos but in steam .. u start ur Valve Deckard or whatever its called.. new shiny vr ... and you sign into your steam account and ur put into steamvr+neos. its some new home lobby, there's a desktop sitting somewhere that you can boot up and its just fucking. linux arm with kde. because that'd be insane. or u could set it up to stream your big beefy desktop (maybe a vr headset modeled sitting next to it u can physically put onto your head to turn on the streaming as long as ur pc is accessible on the network). but also you could go outside or maybe just open a menu and go into whatever public world and do social vr things and neosvr things. please. itd be so cool,,, all the deckard could run would be steam home 2.0 and game streaming but itd be So Cool.... kind of a tough sell to people without computers untill vr cloud streaming becomes viable but i think people with computers (already valve's main demographic lol) may consider it.

#half life #valve #vr #hl3 #hla #i havent actually beaten half life episode 1 and 2 #i just beat hl2 last night and i thought it was really cool #i will bootlick valve till the day i die #im not ashamed to admit it #they are my comfort corporation /j #neos #neosvr #ramble #awesome #words

[bloodsbane]

ive been thinking about my ~resolutions~ wrt my art for 2023, and i think the main thing is i want to re-learn how to let myself sink into a picture and do stuff just for fun

mainly, i want to develop the patience it takes to put a lot of work into something that i know won't be perfect, because being too scared to start holds me back. in particular i want to make more detailed pictures. not in terms of realism, but like... STUFF. draw more objects, more small details, flavor, personality. i want to try drawing more interior settings, get used to furniture and walls and ceilings and everyday objects. learn to fill in spaces in ways that convey a lot of personality and/or story

i also wanna make more comics!! but newspaper myself when it comes to longer-form projects. excluding MOIRA, which i hope to pick back up again this year, i am going to try limiting myself to short story comics that are only a handful of pages. my problem is that i like slow development of concepts and dialogue-heavy stuff. i want to train myself to be better at just having fun with a simple concept that i can play around with in like, 2-3 pages max. it's going to be tough, but im hoping this will help make me even more proficient in drawing comics and sand down some of the rough edges i feel grating on me still

i also want to make more merch! ever since getting a book specifically for the stickers i collect, i've gotten even more into stickers and want to make more of them. i hope to re-open my etsy store this year, though i may also try to FINALLY do what it takes to set up my own website. i think that would be a good Main Goal for this year - a site to make a porfolio out of, even if i'm not personally interested in securing, like, Professional Art Jobs... I did do some work as a colorist for someone else's comic and I think I'd love the chance to do something like that again? maybe!

a site would also be good for setting up a way to buy merch from me more directly, though there are some perks that come with doing things through etsy... no pay cuts would be pretty sexy though, especially because something as small as stickers or A5 prints are really easy to package on my own. i'll have to look into it and see.

OH AND THE LAST THING IS THAT I WANNA MAKE ZINES! little ones that I can send to friends, and then less-little ones that I can put for sale digitally and physically, maybe for limited runs. gotta research that a bit but i've already got a couple of fun ideas and I'm super excited to find the time to work on stuff like that.

so... here's to hoping, i guess, for a productive year. im hoping my move and major restructure of my life/schedule, and not living with family anymore, is going to give me the space to be more myself irl in ways that will benefit my energy levels and creativity... so here's to hoping i guess!

#banebabbles #ref

[wiseoldowl72]

Fate Strikes Twice

It was raining and the only place Dean found to park was outside a shop that sold different olive oils. His intended destination was a few shops down to pick up spices for his kitchen. He walked past a bakery with “Pies’ screen printed on cafe curtains that caught his interest. Even in the rain he smelled them. The warm partries, sweet and savory filling floating from the storefront.. 

“Christ on a cracker,” Dean murmured to no one in particular. Though he had been doing business down the street for years, he had never seen or heard of this business before.. Probably because he usually parked on the other block.

As Dean walked in the shop the bells above the door jingled.

The smells hit him, fresh apple, pumpkin spice, mixed berry, toasted pecan, and banana bread. 

“Welcome to ‘Pies’! Can I take your order?” He heard from behind the counter before he had even turned to look at all the baked goods on display. Dean was surprised by the amount of his favorite desserts.

There were mini-pies of at least a dozen kinds. Large pies, cookies, other baked good. Then there was the home baking needs, assorted pie printed merchandise… So much Dean didn’t know to look at the home goods or food? It was all heaven on a plate to him. He put his index finger up, indicating he’d need just a moment. Then he lowered it and said, “I’ll take a blueberry mini-pie, a large cherry, and a plain black coffee to go.”

“I’ll get that started for you,” a deep voice said. Then questioned,  “What brought you out buying goods in this nasty weather?”

“I usually only go shopping when I’m on a hunt for something I’m out of in my pantry. Today it was spices, and I had to park on the other end of the block because all my usual places were full.” Dean replied. “I went around the block and ended up here. I saw your shop window curtains and that’s the story Morning Glory.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry for your inconvenience, but I’m glad you came in. I’m Castiel, owner and head baker.” He stuck his hand out after removing the food service gloves he wore to assemble Dean’s order.

“Dean Winchester, Pie enthusiast extraordinaire.” He responded while shaking Castiel’s hand.

“Thank you for your business. I hope you come in again soon.” Cas said as he handed Dean the pastry boxes and his coffee.

When his pie order was handed over the counter, Dean then gripped his boxes under his arm, with the look of a dragon finding shiny trinkets. His eyes looked right into Cas’ and he acknowledged, “I hope so too.” 

Dean walked toward the door, turned around and meaningfully said, “No, that isn’t right. I will come in again.” 

~~~~~~~~~~

He took his boxes to the car to safely store them until he returned. As he was walking down the street to the spice shop, Dean noticed writing on the coffee cup: a phone number and the name, “Castiel.”

After making his stop at the spices store, Dean walked back by ‘Pies’ and waved at Cas through the storefront windows, making sure to walk under the window awnings to try to stay dry.

He shook his head and thought about his perpetual desire to give people nicknames without their request or permission. Dean realized he had already done this with “Cas” and he laughed at himself and got in his car. He made a mental note that he needed to go into the olive oil shop next trip.

As a confident home chef and lover of things unique, he shopped in his favorite stores looking for new ingredients to add to his pantry. He loved the sound of his feet on the linoleum floors, the unique hardware used for displays, the sounds of the different bells, and smelling or tasting new products. 

But his routine was just that: routine. Maybe it was time to move out of his bubble. After all, today he found a Pie shop, a new olive oil supply store to check out, who knows what he might find on his next trip.

Once in the car, he pulled up his rock playlist from the 2010s and from the speakers blared 3 Doors Down, Theory of a Deadman, Ed Sheeran, and Dean’s guilty pleasure, Taylor Swift. Driving home, he thought about that phone number and what it might or could mean.

Did he want to meet up with a man? Was he ready for small talk? Ed Sheeran’s voice came over the speakers,

Said, “Baby I just want to dance”...

How long had it been since Dean had been dancing? Been to a bar to hustle pool or darts? Been anywhere but work, home or with family? When was his last relationship? The song played on and Dean just drove,

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool

After dancing toCèilidh singing to trad tunes…

The next line stood out to Dean and made his decision.

Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week…

Dark hair, azure blue eyes, full lips, everything that pushed Dean’s buttons. Then there was that voice. Deep, gravely, but still velvety. Everything he wanted. It had been months since he’d met anyone new. Work and home was really all he knew anymore.

After he arrived home and put his goodies away he thought one more time before grabbing his phone to text Cas.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This is Dean, from your shop this morning?” He wrote tentatively, but with conviction. “I would like to get together .” He silently prayed to a god he didn’t really believe in.

After thinking for several more minutes Dean wrote, “Are you familiar with the pizza shop at the end block where your shop is?”

“...” Dean read on his phone.

“Hello Dean, yes, I eat there or have a pizza brought to the shop for all of the employees at times.” Castiel wrote back. 

“Can we meet there this weekend?” Dean asked, again praying he was doing the right thing.

"Yes, I’m off at 3 on Saturday. Meet you there at about 3:30pm, if that’s agreeable?” Castiel wrote back.

“You’re on. See you then.”

#ao3 fanfic #supernatural #destiel #bakery au

[dontjudgemeimawriter]

Perozinosaurus and therizilophus! (I think I spelled those both wrong. They're next to each other in the dino asks list)

I was gunna say usually dinos have "saurus" at the end and then realized you switched the suffix XD

Parasaurolophus - share a scene where a character is/gets embarrassed or flustered

Idk if you did this with this scene in mind XD but I wanted an excuse to share this bit on here and it's pretty close to the prompt.

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“You betrayed [Zachary] first,” I said.

[Abigail] nodded. “Yes. I did. For the Judge, the only person who would ensure that he didn’t retaliate.” She moved around behind me, taking the back of my chair. “I’m impressed you’ve deceived him that long.” She took the chair, leaning it back to drag it, and without full support of my neck muscles, my head fell backwards. At least the back of the chair wasn’t so high that my head hit wood. “And all for Raymond? I always thought you’d cross us for Zachary. If you’ll cross us and Zachary for him, he must be very special.”

Of course he was special. “You know he’s powerful. That’s why you went to all this trouble, isn’t it?”

She’d been about to drag me, but she let the chair balance again, and my head swung forward now. Just drag me out already, being swung around like this sucked.

“Oh is that why you faked his death and risked your life for him? ‘Cuz he’s a good Nyp?” She laughed, and I remembered back when she’d worked with its, when I’d almost fooled myself into thinking of her as an older sister. Her laugh was teasing and somewhat patronizing. “I highly doubt even you are that pragmatic, especially given how much trouble it got you into. Seems to me he’s a bit more important to you than to us.”

She ruffled my hair. Ruffled my hair. “Just hope it’s even a fraction requited,” she added.

I glared, which was pretty much all I could do at that moment. I didn’t like her insinuation. She knew nothing about him. She didn’t even know me, not really. And she had to get her likely ship-dust-covered hands out of my hair. Of course Raymond was important, important to me, even. But what she didn’t get and what I hadn’t got until spending time with Raymond is that other people were worth saving, especially someone I’d gotten to know, who’d been there for me. She hadn’t had those experiences, hadn’t gotten to know him. Maybe she would have saved him, too.

She was, as much as she tried to assert herself as better, part of a world that, like Zachary had, saw love as the only excuse for resisting their authority, and killing anyone who threatened them. I wasn’t even that much better, as I’d be happy, in that moment, to take my gun from her belt and pull the trigger right on her chest if it meant Raymond would be safe. But Raymond was better than that, and that was why I protected him. Abigail would never understand that.

--

Therizinosaurus - share a scene that you’ve put a lot of work into

Going to share the only scene that's been really edited, or a part of it anyway. Of course, you've seen this plenty, as you have what it was printed in, which is why more work was put into it.

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The walk wasn’t all scenery. Most of it was along the wooden walkway parallel to the river, with a few steps when the rocky beach jutted out to become a cliff. Stands were set up throughout to make a dispersed market along the walk. Raymond paused to look at craft and food stands, always complimenting something on display before not buying anything, and then the walkway would thin out and it was just the two of us for a bit, and though he’d chat about the stands or sights we’d seen, the conversation died quickly. I only had four hours left with him and I was wishing I was better at talking to him, when finally he suggested we play a game.

“A getting-to-know-each-other game, because that’s the point. Two truths and a lie.”

I raised an eyebrow. “We’re both good at telling when we’re lying.”

“Yeah, but lies work differently when you play this. And I won’t look in your head to find out.”

“Fine,” I agreed, willing to go with whatever he suggested and hoping he wouldn't make me go first since though the rules seemed self-explanatory, I had hardly ever played. 

He nodded. “Okay,” and took a moment to think. “I don’t like jello. I had three cats growing up. And…” He grabbed his earlobes, and I didn’t realize why until he said, “and my ears are pierced.”

I glared at him and he laughed, not moving his hands. I stared at his grinning face, trying to remember, and when I couldn’t I playfully grabbed his arm, trying to pull it away so I could see.

“No cheating!” He pulled away from me and I found myself laughing. I wished I was sure, but that must be the lie, right? It made sense that I wouldn’t notice if they weren’t pierced, because that was expected. I thought over the other two statements just to be sure. I couldn’t remember him not liking jello specifically, but I did remember him being picky about foods with certain textures. And Mika had mentioned having cats. “You don’t have pierced ears.”

“Wrong!” He moved his hand to reveal his earlobes and stepped closer to show me. No earring, but sure enough, there was a hole. Without thinking much about it I raised my hand to it, brushing my finger over his earlobe. I couldn’t feel the hole, but his ear was soft and his skin was warm. 

“How’d I not know that?” I asked.

“Well I got them pierced when I was really young—both Mika and I did, and by the time you knew me, I’d transitioned and wasn’t wearing earrings ever. But they haven’t closed and in the last year I’ve occasionally put studs in.”

“Still.”

He smirked. “You’re observant, but only about things you deem important. This,” he pulled at his earlobe, “wasn’t important.”

Fair. “So what was the lie?”

“We had two cats.” He grinned. I glared at him. “See, lying works different! Your turn.”

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Ty! You got 2 very gay scenes, good job.

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#We have reached the point of Denial #syndicate #syndicate excerpt #wip excerpt #dino ask game #y'know I love the 2 truths and a lie scene but damn I've seen it so many times now #Idk if I'd really call Terran flustered here but it's close at least #eh maybe yaeh he is #oh also ty for your help in the first scene :)

[awkwarddystopianwarlord]

SOS (Save Our Stuffies)

Why do parents tell their kids to get rid of their toys and stuffies at a certain age? I never understood that because having possessions isn’t bad. I could understand if one’s child is hoarding a ton of junk that they don’t use or play with or seem to like anymore and doing a bit of a clean out. However, adults do that with their own things as well. I spring clean my closet every now and again because clothes are what I have the most of. Even with my books, did I go through them recently to clear out what I no longer read. So, unless there’s a ridiculous amount of rubbish that’s being neglected and taking up space, why do kids need to get rid of their kiddish things? 

Humans are naked bipedal dragons, they like to collect things and pile them up in their house-lairs. I had to give away a bunch of stuffed animals as a child, and as an adult, I’ve gone and purchased more. Granted, I am not the best example for this argument because the largest stuffy sacrifice occurred because we were moving to Canada and transporting a lot of shit is expensive. That said, this is just such a thing for parents to do. Like, you’re supposed to give away your dolls and action figures and plushies and knick knacks at an arbitrary age because….I guess that means growing up or whatever…but, then you do and you buy a bunch of crap later anyway when you finally get a job. And that crap is great, and you love it since it’s an expansion of you! 

One of my supervisors yesterday told me about how his seven-year-old daughter brings a stuffed animal to school every day. But also, so does everyone else in her class. They switch up what stuffies they’re going to bring each day and they play with them and each other and the entire concept is so cute and wholesome. And he said, rather jokingly but still, “at this age it’s stuffed animals, but when they’re teens, it’ll be drugs”. Which I thought about for a moment since it was a sad concept. Whilst this may be overly optimistic of me, I’m hoping that with the normalization of adults having less adult things now, that those kids will hang onto the stuffies instead of tossing them to the side for drugs. I’m hoping that the concept of growing up will become softer and cuter and more wholesome rather than scrambling to rebel in detrimental ways. 

I guess I just find it funny that children need to get rid of all their children things only to repurchase children things maybe a decade later. I find it even more funny that we put so much weight on childish things, like why can’t we love dolls and plushies after the age of nine? It’s ultimately just stuff in the grand scheme of things, and like I said, humans like to have stuff. I have Sears catalogues from ages ago and Teen Vogue magazines and a third printing of The Hobbit and records and dvd’s and hand-me-down sweaters from ninth grade. I have them because I like them and they bring me joy and I haven't outgrown them, just like I haven’t outgrown the stuffed animals I have. Despite being an adult, I still like comfort things, most people do I believe. My mum has been re-reading childhood books she read to get me to sleep as a wee one. I keep rewatching animated fantasy shows for kids because I’m a sucker for magic and whimsy. One of my friends just purchased a new addition to her doll collection. These things are comforting, I think, in part because they were fashioned for children and one of the huge tasks of an adult is comforting a child. Thus, childish things are comforting. Thus, why should we get rid of said things, as we will still need comfort throughout many points in our lives? 

Again, if it’s getting excessive and it’s based solely in consumerism and immediate desire but not prolonged want, then sure, by all means tone it down a bit. I don’t want to promote being wasteful. I just also don’t want kiddos to have to sacrifice their memories and sentiments in the name of getting older. Kids will always have things, just as adults will always have things and I know that things take up room and are heavy and cumbersome but that’s the reality of being a person I suppose.

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[josilverdragon]

"I'm a whiner, give me money." - my cousin at the county fair

I've really gotten further into "Spare" and while Harry has some wins, there's a lot of emotional and mental issues he's dealing with and sharing in this and I think my empathy is strong right now because this evening after taiko practice, my mood really dropped and I had to just put my phone on do not disturb and read for a couple hours.

I keep going through ereaders, color e-ink, kindle paperwhite, oasis, etc and reviewing them and trying to decide which one I should get and then I remove it from my cart and just get a new screen protector, a new clear case for the fire hd 8 I have and got a new clear case for my phone. I've had 3 (cases for my phone) in the last 4 years or so because clear cases always turn yellow because of the oil and dirt and sun exposure and so on. I use a pop socket (or phone grip) for all my kindles as well as my phone because it makes handling them so much easier. I wish I could just buy that ereader, whatever it might be or could have been, and not feel guilty about it.

In the back of my mind, I think Binderary will be a bust for me. But that damn cold threw me off and like tonight, I'm just a mess still. Just because apparently I am.

I never received a Christmas card from my grandmother. My one biological grandmother left. I did send her a nut mix from Swiss Colony and a large print crossword book that she apparently picked up and started working on it as soon as she received it. I called her and talked with her and made sure she got her gifts and that she was well. Honestly, I grapple with feeling sad and ignored because I didn't get a card while my cousin, with his wife and baby, got theirs as well as gift money, while also remembering that my grandmother does not owe me a damn thing. None of my family does. But Grams was the one who kept sending cards without fail, while everyone else in my family forgot about me because my biological father (her son), was the black sheep. He was gay, got arrested and was in jail and here I am, his daughter, his child, not following with the traditional American Family (TM) rules and expectations. Anyway, it just hurts. Even if I know that she had car problems and I keep hoping I might get a card saying sorry and merry belated christmas, even if there isn't any damn gift money in it. Acknowledgement.

Also, my mood could be because I said in practice that the person who ends the song with the final "te ke" on the shime drum should be the person who's senior most and they ignored me.

So essentially, I think it may be I just feel like no one listens to me, no one cares, no one looks for me. I know I'll be fine in the morning, but man these emotions fucking suck.

At least my weight is going down again after stalling during the week I had a cold. I thought maybe it might have been something I did, but no, it was just I didn't move around a lot and slept a lot. And I ended up with a lot of eating out that week (take out rather).

Anyway, I'm going to stop whining now and continue working through my fic hoard organization. I'm on the last 2500 line items! lol

cross posted here

#personal #whining