#but not everything is going to be a perfect work of art

[voidinblve]

perfect strangers ; two — satoru gojo

part one!

pairing ; onlyfans creator!satoru gojo x reader

words ; 1k

about ; a fic in which gojo satoru is a popular onlyfans creator who asks for your instagram handle on a rainy day. you don't know who he is. he finds that kinda hot.

warning(s) ; eventual smut, eventual fluff, no curses au, no jujutsu society au, satoru gojo is a very popular onlyfans creator, shameless talks about sex

chapter specifics: flirting, onlyfans, descriptions of sex (oral), description of sex (p in v), cringe gojo flirting

authors note ; a little shorter, trying to juggle this with other fics and work. smut in the next chap!

You forced yourself to take a shower before even daring to look at your phone again, still sitting at its place that you had put it in time out, the far corner of your desk. You tried to focus on normal things like shampoo, conditioner . . . the satisfying click of your body wash bottle. You even took your time wrapping yourself in the softest towel that would somehow ground you back into reality. 

But the second you stepped out and saw that little black rectangle waiting across the room, all self-control vanished. You didn’t even dry your hair as you marched across the room and picked it up. And . . . yep, still there. 

All happy in the notification like you won some type of prize: satorusix requested to chat.

You stared at it for a full thirty seconds. Processing. He requested to chat. He didn’t just follow, he wanted to talk. You opened it and there it was, waiting like a trap. 

satorusix: Hey, barista. 

You started typing, then deleted it. Started again. Deleted. Were you supposed to be cool? Sarcastic? Ignore him entirely and pretend that you weren’t sweating in a towel with dripping wet hair and a mental spiral labeled Satoru Gojo in your DMs? You stared at the blinking cursor like it held all the answers. It didn’t. Eventually, you decided to just type and send. 

you: Is this part of your attempt to get more OnlyFans followers? Stalk the barista? 

You flung your phone across the bed like it might explode. It didn’t. It vibrated. Twice. 

You lunged for it. 

satorusix: Rude. I don’t need more followers. But if you do want to follow back and support the arts, who am I to stop you? Did you look at my videos yet?

Staring at the screen, you were caught between laughing and launching yourself into orbit. This was unreal. This man was unreal. Somehow both a walking ego and a fully functioning flirt machine. And no, you hadn’t looked. You couldn’t. It was . . . wrong. 

Although, no one would know. 

Going back to his profile, your finger hovered over the OnlyFans link for only a moment before clicking on it. Just one peek, for scientific reasons only. The site loaded slowly, a little bit too slowly like the universe was trying to judge you. And then . . . bam. There he was, shirtless and smirking, leaning against a kitchen counter with some other woman who was barely dressed herself. The caption read: new content just dropped, you’re welcome. There was a video underneath, like a little preview of paid content wrapped in a little bow. 

You couldn’t help but click it, just like everything else. The video started out vanilla enough, both of them sitting on the bed and just talking and touching each other a little bit. She was giggling and kissing him, taking off his shirt like it was the easiest thing in the world. The camera cut and they were both in their undergarments, Satoru on top of her and his hands exploring her body. His voice was low and teasing, the same way that he talked to you over the coffee counter. The girl whined, her fingers inching towards the waistband of his boxers and then the video cut again, her mouth fully wrapped around his perfect cock on her knees in front of him. 

And oh, oh god. He looked perfect. Like he was some statue that had been carved into stone. His abs were chiseled, lean muscle, with that same cocky grin at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at her like she was his favorite sin. You stared, somewhere between horrified and aroused. You really shouldn’t be watching this, seeing him like this with his hands in her hair, jaw clenched, head tilted back in pleasure. You weren’t supposed to feel the heat crawl down your spine at the sound of his low groans as he praised her through gritted teeth. The camera panned to the next scene and you watched as she was bent over the side of the bed like it was nothing, him pounding into her like it was all he needed to stay alive. His hands gripped her hips with the kind of possessive focus that made your breath hitch, his pace was relentless. 

Your hand had gone still on the blanket beside you, your thighs clenching underneath the towel. It wasn’t just porn, it was him. And now you couldn’t unsee it, couldn’t unhear the way he moaned. You definitely couldn’t forget the look in his eyes as he told her she was doing so good for him. You felt flushed and stupid and achingly turned on. 

satorusix: sooooooo, did you look yet? 

Your soul left your body. 

You hadn’t even moved from the last position, still curled in the towel, still a little too warm everywhere, still reeling. 

Another message popped up. 

satorusix: it’s okay if you did, i mean, i’d look too if i were you. you curious, barista?

Swearing softly under your breath, you buried your face in the nearest pillow. He was teasing you. Probably sitting somewhere, shirtless, smug, thrilled that you were in a full-blown mental meltdown because of a free OnlyFans preview. And the worst part? You were curious. A little bit more than curious. 

you: you should really consider a warning label.

satorusix: well, it is onlyfans.

You bit your lip, smiling despite yourself. 

you: you’re exhausting.

satorusix: sooooooo coffee tomorrow?

you: i’m a barista. coffee is kinda my life. pass.

The bubble of him typing popped up and then dropped down. It didn’t come back up. You stared at the screen way too long, suddenly way too aware of how quiet your apartment was. It was the kind of quiet that made you hyper focus on every single second that passed by. He always replied fast. And now, nothing. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that it was a joke. 

Maybe he was over it. Maybe you’d killed the vibe. 

Pretending like it wasn’t a punch in the chest, you threw your phone to the side of your bed and got ready for bed. When you got back and snuggled under the covers, you went to grab your phone to set your alarm for the morning. Though, a bright notification greeted you. You must’ve not even seen or heard it while you were dressing. 

satorusix: lunch it is! pick you up at 1. send me the addy. 

[goldensunset]

been trying to find a way to word this for a while but. in my opinion (aka this is just me rambling so don't fight me) a principle of really good writing is mastering the art of narrative threats, and what you actually want them to mean. if you put your characters in danger, you gotta ask yourself- do i want the audience to be merely curious, or actually afraid?

curious- it’s obvious that the storyteller is almost certainly not going to deliver on this threat. of course the main character in this children’s show will not die halfway through season one. of course they’re going to get that important thing back. the story wouldn’t work otherwise. so the question becomes not what, but how? is our hero going to successfully convince their enemy to change their mind? perhaps the shy side character is going to suddenly show a side of themselves they never have before and come up with a brilliant plan?

'fake' danger like this falls flat when the writer is trying so hard to legitimately get you scared but any observant viewer with an understanding of solid narrative structure knows a tragedy wouldn't work here. this type of situation is best executed as less like a threat and more like author and audience watching the scene together going oooh i can’t wait to see them get out of this somehow! like idk. it doesn't have to be about fear it can be about fun or tension or epicness! it's gonna be so cool to see them solve this puzzle and get out of this trap!

afraid- the storyteller very well could deliver on this threat! it would make perfect narrative sense for this important secondary character to die during this season finale, it would make it so much more fascinating to lose the thing everyone's hope was riding on here, it would be thematically fitting if these guys could never go home, etc. and the story as a whole has been serious enough- whether outright or implied- for a tragedy like this to fit in. so you get people going oh snap this could very well happen the danger is absolutely real.

imo it's best when you don't make it too obvious- it really could go one way or another. they might get out of that scrape fine but also if they didn't we can still imagine a working story. when the audience can foresee two different possible narrative directions and both are equally compelling and satisfying in their own way, and they therefore don't have a clue which way it could go? that's the good stuff. that's when the crazy anxiety and tension starts

(obvious disclaimer that you have free will etc etc you can do whatever you want in stories, including delivering on seemingly weak threats to catch the audience off guard. but that's shock factor. which is something different from what i mean by a threat, or rising tension. but you have to really really know what you’re doing if you go for that, otherwise it feels frustrating and unsatisfying

like from my own experience. if a character gets killed off at a weird time it's so offputting that i will be distracted just waiting for the part where they magically come back, just waiting for the story to make sense. and whether it comes or not, it's hard for me to pay anything that's actually happening at that point. unless what happens then is the story appropriately dealing with the emotional aftermath. so like if you don't give people time to prepare at least give them time to heal)

the reason i like say all this is that a well done threat is what's going to evoke the most emotion out of me. if a character is actively dying i am going to shed the most tears if i am willing to believe they will actually die and stay dead. or even if they do come back, that the writing is good enough for this event to still have material or psychological consequences for the foreseeable future. if all hope seems lost in a narratively appropriate moment i can feel the weight of everything on me just as much as the characters do. otherwise it's like hmmm so melodramatic but we all know where this is going nowhere so it feels cheap. i love serious emotions and danger but you have to use all that correctly or else it weakens itself!

[littlepinkbirdie]

Soft Cotton and Baby Dreams

The sunlight filtered lazily through the windshield as Lewis pulled into the little boutique-lined street on a quiet Tuesday morning. You could already feel it—the shift in the air, the knowledge that today was another first. Your hand rested over the soft swell of your stomach as you looked over at him, a half-smile playing on your lips.

“You’re sure you’re ready to be emotionally overwhelmed by tiny onesies and impractically small socks?” you teased.

He cut the engine and turned to you, his grin crooked and boyish. “I’ve been ready since the second you showed me that little test and cried all over my hoodie.”

You laughed, bumping your shoulder against his. “That was a hormonal masterpiece of a moment.”

“It was perfect,” he said, and kissed your knuckles before climbing out.

The first shop was all pale pastels and wooden toys, a warm, calming place that smelled faintly of lavender and new beginnings. You wandered hand-in-hand past tiny knit hats, cloud-patterned blankets, and impossibly cute rompers.

“I swear this is doll-sized,” Lewis said, holding up a newborn onesie with ducks on it. He looked at it like it was made of gold.

You took it from him gently, smiling. “That’s because you’re used to adult-man proportions, Pullman.”

“Still,” he murmured, holding it up to your stomach. “Our baby’s gonna fit in this?”

“For, like, five minutes. But yeah.”

He tucked the onesie into your growing pile and kissed your temple. “I can’t wait to see them in it.”

You hit the next store just as the clouds started to roll in, a bigger baby boutique with racks of maternity dresses and nursing bras next to shelves of gender-neutral everything. Lewis got distracted by a crib shaped like a little cabin, while you gravitated toward a sundress with a stretchy waist that actually made you feel…kind of cute again.

You stepped out of the fitting room in it, and he turned immediately, eyes trailing over you like you were art.

“You’re glowing.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s sweat, babe. That dressing room was a sauna.”

He walked toward you anyway, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Still. You’re glowing.” A pause, then, softer: “I love you more every single day.”

You folded into him for a moment, letting the dress go for now. “Even when I’m cranky and swollen?”

“Especially then. That’s when you need love the most.”

Later that afternoon, bags in the trunk and hands clasped between you on the console, you made your last stop: a giant baby superstore that nearly swallowed you whole.

Lewis immediately steered toward the strollers and car seats while you got distracted by the mobiles. One played soft piano notes and had stars dangling above a crib setup. You stood still, imagining your baby there, dreaming under those tiny golden stars.

“Hey,” he called gently. You turned, and he was standing next to a rocker, testing it with a sheepish smile.

“You’re rocking nothing.”

“Practicing.”

You snorted and joined him. When you sat down together, the creak of the rocker was steady, peaceful. The aisle buzzed around you with other expectant parents and background music, but for a second, it was just you two—and the future coming fast.

Lewis reached for your hand, placing it over your belly again. “I know it’s early, but I already love them.”

You leaned into him. “Me too. So much it scares me sometimes.”

He kissed your cheek. “We’ll figure it out together.”

You stayed there for a while, swaying in sync, dreaming up a life made of lullabies and first steps and quiet nights wrapped in each other’s arms.

That night, the nursery was still a work in progress. But the bags were unpacked, and the crib instructions lay on the floor in a chaotic sprawl.

Lewis lay beside you, scrolling through a “how to build a crib without crying” forum, while you ran your fingers through his curls.

“Did we get too much?” you asked softly, glancing at the piles of soft things and delicate colors.

He looked over, his expression full of sleepy affection. “We got just enough for the little person who’s already got us wrapped around their finger.”

And just like that, the baby kicked.

Your hand flew to your belly, eyes wide. “Did you feel that?”

He stilled, then pressed his palm gently over yours. Another little thump.

His eyes watered immediately. “Hey there, baby bean.” His voice cracked a little. “We can’t wait to meet you.”

[cricky-butspicy]

No idea if this has been asked before, and there's too many answers to go through for me to ACTUALLY find it- question for Slasher boys!

If the reader was, let's say, hurt by their family and possibly kicked out for coming out to their family as gay, bi, trans, or anything along the LGBTQ+ spectrum before they went off to college, how would the Slasher boys react to finding out that tidbit of knowledge?

ANOTHER THING- EXPECT ART OF MY READER INSERT AT SOME POINT IN TIME WHEN I FIGURE OUT MOST OF HIS DESIGN. You have a moth lover reader insert coming at ya, prepare yourself for tiny, moth color painted desk helper robots he collects and names, and prepare yourself for cute, moth themed jackets

I think there is a way to go to the magnifying glass and search posts by words/tags they contain! It's easier than going through the whole blog. If anything, I usually will link you an answer if it's been previously answered! So, no worries! This one hasn't been answered.

They seem fine at a glance. Of course they are sorry you had to go through that and are upset by it, but really, it's hard to see how upset they are by it. Like the tight fists and the bitten tongues and the pure rage trying to seep out of their skin. They focus on you when you tell. They make it about you and how they are worried about you and your feelings. They don't let you see just how worked up they are from hearing something so terrible.

Hope that these boys don't know your home address and hope that you don't give them time to find out! Also hope that you are clear on who was bad and who was good to you in your family. Otherwise you might just find that they are taking a "trip" for a few days! Where are they going? Oh, nowhere special. Just a little place they know that they want to spend a little time at. Oh? You want to come? Sorry, but maybe next time! They just need a little them time is all!

And if you look and see in the papers that your family was massacred, don't even worry about it! You get calls about them all passing away under a mysterious attack? Murderers that look to have killed in cold blood. That's so strange! Who could have done it? And Soleil and Atlas come back and ask you how you've been while they've been away and you tell them of this "tragedy" and they wonder what on earth could have happened! They comfort you a lot; they do know even separated family can have complicated ties to a person, but they assure you everything will be alright. They were so cruel to you. They didn't deserve you. You're better off without them. They'll help you through this. Everything will be ok <3 And you know, you are perfect just the way you are, right? No one could ever tell you differently, you know? Not on their watches. Not. On. Their. Watches.

In reality, this is a hard one for both of them to hear. Soleil has some major problems accepting his own sexuality while Atlas's mom has major problems accepting his sexuality and his older-half sibling's, Deimos, sexuality and gender identity. Soleil is scared his family and the world would despise him for coming out and accepting his feelings (which I will tell you, would never happen with his family. They are a very accepting group of people and love him no matter what) while Atlas's mom wants to save her children for her god (who she assumes is their god naturally.) Atlas thinks it's horseshit, and will openly flaunt how in love he is with Soleil around her and that Deimos is fucking Monty behind her back (which she full-heartedly denies,) and that her god can screw themself. He's not worried about other people's opinions like that. Especially not his mom's.

They take care of you in the way they know how.

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I look forward to your self insert!!! I live to see them all! 🥰💕 Poor Soleil will have a time! He's terrified of most flying insects but especially of butterflies with moths as a close second! He's a fearful guy! But I LOVE MOTHS SO I'M EXCTIED!

[diarylogbook08]

🌈 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 🏁

“Welcome to the underground—where speed is law and ATEEZ rule the roads.”

Headcanons for the crew tearing up the streets one race at a time—chrome, chaos, loyalty, and adrenaline. Each member's got their own vibe, their own car, and their own way of dominating the blacktop.

Pairing : Ot8 Genre : Racer AU, action, found family, slice of chaos W.c : ~ 1,5 K Requested : Not at all. Just a full-throttle gearhead girly obsessed with cars, street racing romances, and everything in between — This AU was surely inevitable. Warnings : no specials warnings to give here Taglist : If you want to be tagged in future headcanons or updates? Drop a comment or DM me anytime! I Requests : OPEN ✨click here to send yours. Please note that I may politely decline if I don’t feel comfortable with the topic. Kindness only here 🫶

Fasten your seatbelt—this ride’s about to get wild !

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Kim Hongjoong — The Mastermind

Is the tactician of the crew—meticulous, sharp, and always thinking two steps ahead. He doesn’t always go for brute force or showy stunts, but instead beats rivals with precision and planning. He’s the one who plots the route, finds weak points in opponents, and keeps the team unified. Off the road, he's a passionate artist, often customizing parts of his car with his own hand-drawn designs. His rebellious creativity bleeds into every race.

His car : A red crimson Nissan GT-R35 Skyline with a Liberty Walk Widebody Kit. A fusion of precision and power. A blend of modern tech and raw racing heritage, his R35 is a custom-built beast. Wrapped in a deep metallic crimson red with a carbon fiber hood, lip, and spoiler. Under the hood: upgraded twin-turbos, titanium exhaust, forged pistons, ECU tuning — the works. He's added an active aero kit for better cornering and a custom interior with LED interfaces to monitor every stat in real-time.

“Every race is a puzzle—and I never leave one unsolved.”

Park Seonghwa — The Tactician

Cold under pressure and flawless in execution, Seonghwa is the crew’s razor. Every turn, every drift, every gear shift is timed with unnerving accuracy. He doesn’t race with brute force or flair—he races with mastery. He’s the cleanest driver on the team, making impossible lines look effortless. Calm, collected, and impossible to shake, Seonghwa is the one you never see make a mistake. Off the streets, he’s composed and thoughtful—almost too perfect to be real.

His car : A deep British Green Manhart TR 900 Porsche 911 GT2 RS. A barely whispered legend dressed in British Racing Green and brushed-gold accents, this Porsche is as much a work of art as it is a weapon. Customized with a full carbon-fiber wide-body and aero kit (splitter, diffuser, fixed wing), 900 hp twin-turbo flat-six with titanium exhaust and custom ECU tune, adjustable coilovers with anti-roll bars, center-lock gold forged wheels on semi-slicks, and six-piston carbon-ceramic brakes.

“I don’t need chaos to win. Control is power. Every turn, every second—I make it count.”

Jung Yunho — The Juggernaut

Is the most reliable and consistent driver on the team—a dependable beast. Once he locks onto the finish line, nothing stops him. He’s got speed and power, but also a warm, goofy energy that keeps the crew’s morale high. A gentle giant off the track, he becomes a beast in the driver’s seat—pushing his machine to the limit with ferocious tenacity. His driving style is loud, confident, and relentless. Loves to show off with burnouts, drifts, and thunderous take-offs. Often has music blasting mid-race because why not?

His car : A radioactive green Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat Widebody with black accents and glowing green halo headlights. The ultimate muscle car. Painted in neon green with black racing stripes and neon underglow. Upgraded with a massive digital wide-body fenders and front splitter, carbon-fiber hood with oversized scoop, forged black multi-spoke wheels wrapped in drag-spec radials, and supercharger and high-flow intake for an extra 200+ hp, fully adjustable coilover suspension, line-lock burnout system, and a straight-through titanium exhaust that rattles the pavement. The inside is custom with LED-lit dials and a booming sound system.

“If you can’t handle the thunder, get off my road.”

Kang Yeosang — The Phantom

Mysterious, calculating and deadly quiet on the roads — Silent, precise, and utterly untouchable on the street. He is the team’s silent sniper, the crew’s ghost: you never see him coming, but you feel the presence of something unstoppable in your rear-view mirror. He speaks little, but his eyes never miss a detail. He values finesse over flash, exploiting every ounce of grip and aero to slice through corners with surgical precision. He often appears out of nowhere in a race often shocking rivals with unanticipated overtakes and deadly speed and vanishes just as fast. Off-track, he’s calm, elegant, and introspective, with a sharp edge when it counts.

His car : A stunning metallic white McLaren 720S, with exposed carbon fiber accents and a matte black hood. The aggressive widebody kit gives it a planted, track-ready stance, complemented by massive concave forged wheels and ultra-low air suspension. A roof scoop and oversized rear wing hint at serious performance, while the sharp front splitter and extended side skirts cut through the air with purpose. Underneath, the suspension’s been lowered for optimal grip, and the car likely hides a tuned ECU and upgraded exhaust system, pushing well beyond the stock 710 hp. Subtle in no way—this build screams speed and precision.

“If you hear me coming, it’s already too late.”

Choi San — The Wildcard

Is pretty much unpredictable and spontaneous, making him the wildcard of the group. He's always trying out new tricks and techniques on the road. The risk-taker of the group. He thrives in chaotic situations and isn't afraid to push the boundaries of what's possible behind the wheel. His fiery personality matches his aggressive driving style. Off track he’s a very sweet guy despite his appearance.

His car : A glossy purple Ford Mustang GT500 Shelby with a matte black hood an purplish-blue LEDs. Would put discreet black decals on the sides of the car just to give it some personality, as well a wide body kit that gives an aggressive stance. He added adjustable coilovers and sway bars for improved handling, the brakes have been beefed up with larger rotors. As well under the hood the engine has been swapped for a high-performance V8.

"Why follow the rules when you can rewrite them? There’s no point for boring races."

Song Mingi — The Titan

Is the powerhouse of the crew, known for his brute strength and intimidating presence. He's fiercely competitive and just like San his driving style is aggressive and also relentless. He likes to show off and impress woman. Is often using his size to intimidate rival racers. Despite his tough exterior, he's a gentle giant that is always willing to lend a helping hand. He’s also fiercely loyal and protective to his friends and loved-ones.

His car : A striking dark blue Lamborghini Huracan STO with big flames decals. His car is a symbol of exotic performance with lots of decals to personalized his car, like a tiger, stripes on the hood, his lucky number and especially big red-orange flames that takes the whole both sides giving it a menacing presence on the streets. As well under the rear hood, the V10 engine has been tuned to perfection, with upgraded turbos, intercoolers, and exhaust system for blistering acceleration and top speed.

"Feeling the power coursing through every rev. That's what drives me."

Jung Wooyoung — The Charmer

Charismatic and stylish, Wooyoung is the showman of the crew. He loves to dazzle spectators with his flashy driving maneuvers. Known for his infectious energy and outgoing personality, he's always the center of attention commanding the spotlight with his natural charisma. Despite his outgoing nature, he's fiercely competitive and always gives his all in races.

His car : A chic expensive sleek black Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+. Would keep the outside very simple, no decals or whatever fancy to personalized his car. Only the front grill would be personalized with his lucky number. Otherwise the suspension would been tuned and boosted for both maximum comfort and performance as well. The car would also be equipped with a loud engine and exhaust system. Also would have a spoiler on the back of the car to reenforce it’s aerodynamics and stability. He's upgraded the engine with larger turbo.

"Why blend in when you can stand out? The road is my stage and I'm the star”

Choi Jongho — The Smart Beast

Is unstoppable once he hits the road, with his immense strength and determination driving him forward. Bulldozes through obstacles with sheer force. His brute strength and raw energy. Might be the youngest member, but don't let his age fool you. He's strong-willed and fiercely competitive. Off track, he’s humble and down-to-earth despite his impressive skills behind the wheel.

His car : A sophisticated matte black Aston Martin Vantage GT3 with blue leds. Keeps it simple on the outside, as he’s not at all the fancy type. He's upgraded the engine with with deep black aerodynamic detailing and wide flared fenders, an aggressive carbon fiber front splitter, prominent rear wing, and sculpted side skirts all point to a full track-focused widebody kit. As well the suspension has been upgraded with track-ready dampers and reinforced sway bars for precise cornering. Massive drilled rotors and upgraded calipers peek behind the deep-dish black rims, ensuring serious stopping power. Under the hood, the V8 engine has been tuned for maximum performance, with upgraded intake, exhaust systems for improved airflow and power delivery and reinforced chassis to withstand the impact of his thunderous acceleration.

"I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to win. Try to stop me. I dare you."

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╭┈─────── 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙇𝘼𝙋 ───────╮ Thanks for riding with me this far 🏁 ╰┈────────────────────┈╯

💌 Got thoughts? Questions? Which member’s is your fav ? Drop a comment or reblog and let’s talk 👀

— want more ? Specific scenarios? Don't be shy drop 'em in the comment sections or directly into my dms !

☠️ Street’s never quiet for long. Have a good day y'all !!

[arrow-guy]

i think people have forgotten the art of vibes-based enjoyment. not everything has to be explained or perfectly planned out or morally correct. sometimes it's okay for a book or movie or show or whatever to just be fun and sometimes that's all a piece of media should be. just fun for the sake of fun

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[clockworkreapers]

so... today is 413. I am not sorry.

[fairie-bread]

couldn't stop thinking abt how much this pic reminded me of a rennaissance painting so. decided to take matters into my own hands

[rambunctioustoons]

not so fun on the other side (shut out).

[wilting-fl0wer]

The only correct form of caltam, as far as i am concerned

[javierduffy]

just a few javieran horse headcanons because i like them a normal amount

branwen

- tall AND fat. kieran makes sure he’s always fed (maybe even accidentally a teensy bit overfed. just because kieran can’t help but indulge him when he butts him with his head or nuzzles at his pockets when he knows there’s treats in there. but never too much because ‘obesity is a problem, even in animals !’). probably about 17hh, taller than average for a kentucky saddler but nothing too big. especially since kieran himself is quite tall

- VERY well-tempered, both naturally, as well as because kieran has literally made him bulletproof. bagged him, blanketed him, stood, jumped, backflipped onto and off of him. this kindly gentleman of a horse only spooks when he wants to be bratty specifically.

- i think he’s about 6 or so, came from the stables kieran worked at after being orphaned, he was just a colt when kieran was just a kid. kieran learned how to birth foals quickly, and branwen happened to be one of them. with the way that they fell in love with each other and the way that branwen whinnied and pranced up to the fence when kieran came back to buy him after the army didn’t work out, you’d think that horse was born just for him.

- his favourite treats, in order, are rutabaga (kieran’s secret for branwen’s glossy coat. also why he’s kinda fat.), boiled potatoes mixed into his oats, apples, and fresh greens. he’s simultaneously incredibly easy to please because of the simplicity of the latter parts of his favourites list and also very needy and complicated because kieran so loves to make his pony happy with his absolute favourite treats, so he tries his very best to get branwen’s eccentric tastes pleased once falling into the VDL’s.

- i always say “a horse’s favourite thing to do is hurt itself”, and i think this statement holds relatively true for branwen as well, though there’s a 25% chance that he’s actually hurt, a 50% chance that he’s only mildly injured or spooked and he’s playing it up to get kieran to dote on him, and a 25% chance that he will protect kieran with his life when they’re in a dire situation (see: snake on the ground or gunfire nearby. or even god forbid a spare tumbleweed find it’s way rolling nearby.) despite kieran’s last wish being his horse getting injured. branwen thinks that he’s gotta be The Man and protect his dad sometimes. it does not help in any situation ever whatsoever.

- branwen is the PERFECT companion for a trail riding date. he’s settled, calm, has a great gait, and as a gelding, truly is not worried about other horses being “faster” than him, so he never gets rowdy nor has any problems when partner riders/horses crowd him. kieran is allowed to ask for as many kisses as he pleases because branwen will never jump when javier’s gold-tipped boots poke him in the side and boaz irritatedly flicks his flank with his tail. truly a goated wingman. also never complains about long rides, and enjoys being out of camp with his rider for as much as physically possible for both of them, so he’s never barnsour in either direction.

boaz

- as an american paint, he’s naturally short and stocky. saddle ends up being a bit loose, though, as javier isn’t as dedicated to keeping him perfectly fed or groomed. he loves him, sure, but horses are somewhat of tools to him, so he kinda does slightly more than bare minimum to keep him kempt and healthy. around 14.5hh, slightly shorter than average and quite dense with muscle

- temperamentally a bit volatile. this horse has just as much drama as his rider, if not a little more. doesn’t like something ? ridden too long ? that stick looks too much like a snake ? hasn’t spent enough time with kieran that day ? he will snort and grunt and bunny hop if javi isn’t on him, and shudder hard enough the saddle shakes underneath him if he is. boaz likes to please his rider, but he also demands pleasure himself, and has no issue with “accidentally” placing a hoof on his owners nice, intentionally clean boots, and subsequently slowly leaning more and more of his weight onto it when he doesn’t immediately get what he wants. bratty pony. generally, he keeps javier safe, though, when it comes down to it.

- around 5 years old. after dutch found javier trying to steal chickens the first time they met, he soon took him back to that ranch and their first take as gang leader and member was a 1 year old grey paint colt for javi to train and subsequently ride. until he was rideable, javier rode a morgan that was formerly hosea’s, named carolina, while he lead boaz everywhere behind him.

- favourite treats, in order, are corn cobs (especially dried), prickly pear fruit AND cactus, sugar cubes, and sliced apples. will force javier to share his maiz with him. javier has always sliced his apples up since he was a colt, not only because javi simply finds comfort in toying with his knife, but also because boaz will not eat them otherwise. javi will also cut all of the spines off of the cactus before letting boaz eat them.

- in terms of injury, boaz is the most dramatic tank on the planet. this horse could arthur morgan-style run face first into a tree and then fall off a cliff and walk it off. but not before he gimps and limps and whines and teeth grinds his way into javier leading him instead of riding him for the next mile or two. once kieran started taking care of him, there is also a 25% chance of boaz faking a terribly painful injury just to get kieran to dote on him.

- kinda the worst wingman ever LMFAO easily annoyed, easily aroused, easily offended, and as a stallion, HAS to walk in front of the “herd” (his rider’s boyfriend and his horse). pins his ears back, smashes into personal space, flicks branwen with his tail (and preferably kieran, if he can reach him) even sometimes will nip at branwen if the latter tries to calmly make this date a date and not a life or death race (whoever loses, their dad is gay) and walk side-by-side to aid their riders’ hand holdings. will make executive decisions via stopping or veering off for fresh green grass beside the trail, will at points actively attempt to shudder javier out of his saddle (has succeeded once when javi was distracted by a story being excitedly told by kieran), and will also spook and take off running so fast javier thinks it must have broken his neck from the velocity. generally makes trail rides a living hell, but kieran finds it charming, and it makes for some cute shoujo-style “omg … *reaches out to help you up after your horse bucks you off because he saw a log that looked nothing at all and everything like a cougar and pink and white soft bubbles surround me* are you okay ? here, let me help.” moments. maybe some day boaz will be allowed off of the national american terrorist list written by javier “rizzless rider” escuella

ok im tired and that’s all i can think of please enjoy and feel free to contribute 👍 i love them so bad im gona cry

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I'm still working on this btw. Chipping away at it one little panel at a time 🥲

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tumblr said draw something bad so I did but I'm mad I still didn't feel anything

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babe oc babe oc babe oc

the Silliest Gal(TM) . the whimsiest in all the lands

pinterest ref used below because god forbid i draw a person without using a base /silly

artist wasn't tagged or mentioned on the thing so if u know lemme know so i can actually give em credit

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I drew another Chara- living with the Dreemurrs edition

"The King and Queen treated the human child as their own. The underground was filled with hope."

I don't like this as much as the last one but oh well... I ended up rambling a huge amount in the tag, so if you want details and headcanons about the actual drawing again, you'll have to look pretty far down this time, sorry (Also, I ran out of tags after a while. Tumblr is tired of me, lol. I might reblog this more tags later if I remember what I was going to say.)