#constructive criticism is always welcome!

[ryez-loveyz]

"That's for leaving and letting me think you were gone..."

as always, proship dni! :( op is a minor! divider by @/sisterlucifergraphics (so sorry for not crediting earlier!!)

I THINK THIS IS GENUINELY ONE OF MY FAVE PIECES IVE EVER DONE!!

aa this is my first time drawing dawn,, tips nd constructive criticism are welcome!!

ts so kevin bro 💔💔💔💔

taglist! @chrysalispilled @telepath-kisser @mashedpotatosinacup @maddieinheaven @scrunkalicious

[halexxsam]

WIP Wednesday

i've finally got something cooking, so heres a little sneak peak!! (comments, suggestions, constructive criticism, thoughts, and ideas are always welcome!!)

warnings: mention of sex, teasing

pairing: dewdrop/aether

Everyone was beyond exhausted tonight. The ritual had been great, no doubt, but with some stage issues and venue problems, they had started almost an hour past their original start time, which led them to cut into the mandated sound curfew. All was well until the city had showed up and pulled Papa immediately after bows, corralling him and some high members of the clergy in an office for another hour. 

Papa eventually left the office looking exhausted, makeup smudged from the amount of times he had to scrub at his eyes to keep awake. The stage was still not down and packed away, the ghouls were still in their costumes and the tour buses were nowhere to be found. 

“My ghouls, I am so sorry. Everything has gone to hell and back, and I’m trying my best to get us out of here as soon as we can. I had your clothes brought up, you can all go change and get comfy in the dressing rooms while I finish us off here.” He sighed, looking at his ghouls with exhaustion. “I’ll come get you when we can leave.” 

They nodded, understanding that their anger shouldn't be aimed at their Papa, instead keeping it bottled and heading to the dressing rooms. They quickly got rid of their costumes and changed into comfy clothes, piling onto the couch and loveseat. 

“Wonder how long we will be stuck here for?” Aether questioned, falling back onto the couch, Dewdrop immediately climbing on his lap. 

“Probably for fuckin’ ages, knowing this venue.” Mountain grumbled, a hand running through his sweaty hair. “Told Papa we shouldn’t have come back here.”

Dew started up a purr, nuzzling into the quintessence ghoul. “I’m sure we can figure out some way to fill the time.” 

Aether grinned, tilting his head down as far as he could with the ghoul wedged under his chin. “I’m sure you could, spitfire, but I think I speak for all of us when I say we are beyond exhausted.” 

Dew just huffed, wiggling around in Aether’s lap, causing a growl to come from the bigger ghoul. A rough hand gripped his hip, holding him in place. “Dew.” Aether warned, hand tightening enough to bruise. 

The fire ghoul just whined, trying to catch Aether’s eye but the ghoul knew better than that. “Nope, nuh uh, not going to fall for it.” He said, looking directly up at the ceiling. 

“Aeth…please.” Dew moaned, desperately pawing at his shirt. 

From across the room, a laugh was heard. “Uh oh, Aether’s in trouble now.” Swiss said, pointing at the couple. 

Rain peeked an eye open, the sight too much to ignore. Even as a water ghoul himself, it was near impossible to resist the allure of his former kin. Rain loved to watch him at work. “Come on Dew,” Rain cheered on, “get em.”

[novahaze-335]

Breaking: Warrior Cats community doesn't care about predators & putting minors in danger. What's new?

Warning: this post involves a creator who has been known to be a danger to minors. If you are under 16, I advise that you don't engage with this post due to its themes. All you need to know is that Sagutoyas is a predator and you should stay far away from her. If you are still a minor, I do not advise you try and contact anyone involved for your own safety. And no matter who you are don't witch-hunt/harass anyone or all of that. Constructive criticism, not bullying or harassment.

A warrior cats MAP has recently been springing back to life, with new parts being posted. This is always great to see, except that Sagutoyas is being kept in this MAP. For those who don't know, Sagutoyas sent explicit images to minors and dated a minor 4 years younger than her. She had VERY inappropriate relationships with children.

She is seen both in the parts list and the playlist.

I commented my concern and gave the host a solid week to respond. Even after, as seen below, they responded to a comment made the same day as mine, and responded when my comment was already up. (DO NOT HARASS OR CONTACT THIS PERSON. They are just a random commenter I used as an example of timing with responses, not involved at all).

I even messaged the host on Instagram. No response.

It enrages me that people don't care about this. Do I think that it poses an active risk to minors who watch this MAP? No, probably not. I doubt they will go and seek Sagutoyas as a friend simply from watching a MAP, and Sagutoyas is seemingly gone from the community.

However this sets a precedent that predators can get away with these actions unscathed. This is not about petty drama. Sagutoyas is a CRIMINAL and should never be able to inch her way back into a space with A MAJORITY OF MINORS. Letting her run free like this, still using her work in this community, makes an opening for her to come back if she really wanted to. We can see some portion of the community would still gladly welcome her. This is NOT OKAY. Why do the adults in the Warriors community act this way and ignore literal predators? It pisses me off to no end. And it is literally endangering people. Not just any group of people; KIDS. We should NOT let groomers roam free with no consequence like this.

[nekrosmos]

Cw: 18+ (MDNI), first time

Nikolai had thick fingers.

Which was a good thing, as there was no way that John would have been able to take him fully during the first weeks of their relationships. Someone more experienced than he was could have, but John needed time, needed gentleness and care.

When the two first shared a night together, back in John's Liverpool apartment, Nikolai had him shower, clean himself up as he prepared the bed. Clean sheets, a large, soft towel for him to lay on, and a tube of lube on the nightstand. He dimmed the light, a certain shyness still very much ingrained in a recently out of the closet Price. Nik understood, of course, and was happy enough to offer him the perfect setting, hoping to have his friend and lover relax. He knew that the captain was nervous. Excited, but nervous, and he wanted to make sure that John felt safe around him, no matter what.

When Price came out, slicked wet hair, skin red from the hot water and smelling like the most enticing thing Nik had ever smelled, all Nikolai could do was smile, the view so hypnotizing he almost forgot what they were here for.

Gently, he guided John, taking his hand, kissing it, kissing his skin, his face, his lips as he had him sit on the bed, then lay on his stomach as he climbed on top of him.

Nikolai wouldn't go too far with him tonight, that was their deal. Small steps, one at a time, as John grew accustomed to him and his own pleasure. 

So, Nik laid next to him, an eager hand running against the naked body of his most trusted friend, lips kissing his freckled shoulders while his fingers wandered lower and lower, making sure that John was alright, every step of the way.

He felt him tense up slightly when his fingers reached his entrance, caressing it slowly, carefully for a moment, while his dark eyes observed his partner for any reactions. John was flustered, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow, groaning when he felt Nik touch him.

Even then, with John's face almost fully hidden, Nikolai thought of him as the most beautiful thing he ever had the pleasure to have his hands on. The perfect shape of his body, his ruffled hair, the blue eyes peaking through their hiding spot to glance at him from time to time, and the way he reacted to his every touch. It was intoxicating. Nikolai placed a kiss against John's forehead, his free hand running through his hair before grabbing the small tube, opening it and spreading the cold liquid against his fingers.

From the corner of his eye, he could see John's hand squeeze the pillow he was laying against. Nik smiled again as he placed more kisses against his skin, this time his back, almost as freckled as his shoulders were.

"We can stop any time, John. I won't hurt you."

This got a reaction out of him, John's head turning and glancing at Nik, his cheeks flushed with red.

"I trust you, Nik. I'm just nervous." 

Nik nodded, moving himself up so he could kiss John’s face again, and then his lips, both of them eager, hungry as Price groaned against him, leaving him almost breathless, until Nik began to push a finger inside of him, the groans replaced by moans as they kept kissing sloppily. 

The resistance against Nik’s finger was natural, the heat of John’s body almost intense against his fingertip. He was slow, gentle, listening to every single sound coming out of John, ready to move back if something was wrong. 

He was barely a knuckle deep when John tensed up again, Nik immediately stopping himself. A few more kisses and sweet praises whispered in his ear and John’s body relaxed, his hole opening up as Nik pushed deeper. 

The way John’s body was able to take his finger was beautiful. Nik could feel his entrance stretch around him, but slowly give in, soft muffled moans coming from John as he was experiencing something new, something intimate and special that Nik knew he had been craving for a long time, perhaps even without realizing. By the time he had pushed his finger as deep as he could inside of him, John was fully relaxed, limbs limp as he laid on the bed, head in the pillow he was holding. 

The moans and groans echoed louder when Nikolai began to withdraw his finger before pushing it back inside, making sure to make it as pleasurable as he could for John. His hips began to move as Nik’s hand moved, looking for friction against the bed, his cock probably hard under him, although Nik wanted to wait a little longer before touching him there as well. For now, he wanted John to experience the pleasure of penetration, relax into it and allow himself to discover what he liked. It was going well, judging by the swears now leaving his lips. 

“Fuck, Nik, That’s already so much.” 

“Da, but you will be able to take more, in time.” 

This got another swear out of John, and another one as Nik pushed deeper again, fucking him so thoroughly with just a single finger, his thighs shaking ever so slightly under Nik’s touch. 

This continued until Nikolai could feel John getting closer, his body heating up and his moans getting more desperate, hole fully relaxed around the intrusion. 

So, Nik rolled on to his side, guiding John to do the same so that his free hand could wrap itself around his hardened cock, slick with pre-cum and begging to be touched. The sounds escaping John’s lips were outright sinful, a perfect melody to Nik’s ears as he dragged his palm up and down his shaft, thumb playing with John’s tip as he quickened the thrust of his finger inside him. 

It didn’t take long for John to finish, hot white seed spreading inside of Nik’s palm and on the towel he had laid under him earlier, body tensing up for a second before giving up, the bliss of his orgasm spreading through him, unable to form a coherent sentence as he rested against Nik’s bigger body, shielding him, protecting him as he felt John’s ecstasy coursing through him. 

John was breathless, his skin burning hot, cheeks red and lips parted as he tried to compose himself. 

It was getting difficult for Nikolai to ignore how hard he himself had become, his cock pressing against John’s ass under his sweatpants. 

One day, he would take John, fully. But not tonight. Tonight was not about him, but about John and his pleasure. 

Nik smiled as he pressed another kiss to John’s temple, then his cheek, stopping right under his ear lobe, the skin of his neck sensitive to his touch. 

“You did so good, John. I think you could take another finger, da?” 

The shiver that ran down John’s spine was all the answer he needed, as he leaned back to grab back the tube of lube. The night would be long, and he would make sure that John enjoyed every inch of his fingers as he basked in the bliss of his pleasure.

[eyeheartboobiez]

-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 4!! 𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗎𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗐/ 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗀😭🙏🏿

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@y/nforeal: me n the bestie🤞

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user1: “bestie” girl just tell it like it is

user2: she dropped the brother and picked up his sister instead we love to see it

user3: can someone explain this in pop culture terms?

⤷ user4: this is like if princess diana went and hooked up with hayley kiyoko after she divorced prince charles

⤷ user3: girl WHAT😭😭 (i completely get it now)

user5: THE DUO WE NEEDED 🙏

@/cass.cain: heyy mamas

⤷ @y/nforeal: hey girlie🙈

⤷ user6: LETS GO LESBIANSSS

user7: this post alone single handedly set feminism forward by a good 50 years

Y/N Y/LN and Cassandra Cain take a Friendship Test | Glamour

How well do these two friends actually know each other? Singer Y/N Y/LN and songwriter Cassandra Cain share first impressions, shower each other in complemets, and more to prove they're as thick as thieves.

Be sure to check out their latest single Kill Bill out now!

8.9M views October 8, 2022

Tell us how you met Cassandra.

"Gosh, where do I even start?" Y/N huffed out, trying to collect her thoughts.

"I mean we always hung around the the same crowd, you know, with her making music and me in the booth all the time. Officially though, I'd say we met at the billboard music awards back in 2020."

A sentimental look plastered itself on her face as she continued, "She had won for songwriter of the year, and when I saw her at an after party later that night, I knew was that I just really wanted to congratulate her more than anything."

Grinning at the fond memory, Y/N wrapped up the thought, "So, I sought her out from across the room and basically stroked the shit outta her ego, and yeah. The rest was history."

----

What all can you tell us about Y/N?

"I think a better question would be what I can't tell you." Cassandra let out a short chuckle at the comment.

"No but seriously, there's just so much to like about her, y'know?" Her eyes drifted behind the camera towards the singer, a smile blossoming in her face at the action.

"For sure, if I were to tell you anything about her, I'd talk about how giving she is."

Looking back at the cameras, Cassandra said with her full chest, "She'd give anybody the whole world if she could, really."

----

Exercise One: Stare Into Each Other's Eyes for 2 Minutes

"I don't think I've ever stared at you for this long before." The vocalist confessed.

"All the more reason to now."

The artists giggled as they stood hand in hand, staring into the eyes of someone who understood them better than anyone else. Both felt as though they were looking into a mirror, when really it was just the eyes of a friend.

"You have really soft hands." Cass confessed, breaking the short lived silence.

"Thanks, it's the new body butter I've been using." The pair continued to stare into each other's eyes, with the songwriter casually swiping her thumbs across Y/N's hands.

Eyes gazing into the ones before them, Cassandra couldn't help but mentally curse her brother for being so stupid.

The past few weeks had been full of nothing but damage control after Jason's mishap at the club last month.

Cass had been the main one wiping away tears and distracting the singer from all her problems, whisking her away from the avalanche of pain.

For years now, she had dreamed of being in her brother's place, practically praying for his downfall. But now that she was here, she couldn't help but feel selfish.

Regardless of her feelings, Cassandra knew better than to use her brother's slip ups to her advantage.

She knew for a fact that Jason loved her. He did. How could she just swoop in and and pretend to play hero knowing that?

The entire situation was ridiculous, almost laughable even. She couldn't help but scoff at the irony of it all. Despide the artist's mental turmoil, the girl in front of her didn't seem to have a clue in the world.

“What's so funny?" Y/N accused teasingly, "I wanna laugh."

The silence was broken as Cass's chuckles continued to fill the room. Pulling herself together, she responded, "Nothing hon, nothing's funny."

"You sure? Because it looked hilarious." Jokingly, the singer continued to taunt the artist before her.

Even though Cassandra was never a woman of many words, Y/N on the other hand, always seemed to have a way of keeping the mood light.

A timer went off in the room, signaling the end of their two minutes. While Y/N was quick to break her gaze away, the other musician's eyes seemed to linger in a way that would leave most viewers speculating.

----

Exercise Two: Compliment Each Other

"Looks like we're back where we started," Y/N commented, "me stroking the shit out of your ego."

The remark made the Wayne double over in laughter, almost dropping the pen and notepad in her hands as she went to clutch her stomach.

"Aight now, it wasn't that funny."

As their giggles died down, a comfortable silence filled the room as Y/N and Cassandra started jotting down what they loved most about each other. After just a few minutes, both were ready to begin.

"Who wants to go first?" Asked a producer behind the camera.

Instantly, Y/N spoke up, "I'll go first, for old times sake."

"So," She stared off, "You're insanely observant, like you can literally read anybody like an open book. I love how independent and confident you are. You're very supportive, you're always listening to what I have to say. And last, but not least, I love how close you are with your family.

Once again, the grin on Cassandra's face never seemed to falter.

"Starting off, I love your smile. I admire how you put so many of your emotions into your work, and how you wear your heart on your sleeve. I love how when we first met, you took it upon yourself to learn sign language so for me."

The singer's eyes started to become glossy at the thought. Back when Cassandra was nonverbal, Y/N was more than determined to find a way to communicate with her.

Pausing before she continued, Cass took in a shaky breath, "The last thing I put on here, is that I admire your strength above all else."

"-We talking about the same Y/N here?"

A handful of soft chuckles could be heard from both Cassandra and Y/N, with the former still trying to keep her emotions in check. The statement, while so simple, seemed to be absolutely nerve wracking.

"After everything you've been through this past month, your strength and resilience are something that I really admire." A pregnant pause settled within the room, the light atmosphere dying with that last statement.

Although no words were being exchanged, a conversation was being held between the two as their eyes remained locked with each other.

The only noise that could be heard was the cameraman signaling it was time for the next segment of the video.

----

Exercise Three: Hug For One Minute

Before the tears could escape her eyes, Y/N quickly stepped in to her friend's arms, shielding her face from the camera. Cass was swift to embrace her, hands rubbing soft circles onto her friend's back.

The silence still remained heavy. If watchers listened closely, they could hear a faint you okay? spew from Cass's lips, leaving viewers beyond thankful for whoever was woking the boom mic.

With her head still buried in Cassandra's chest, Y/N gave a slight nod, indicating that she was fine.

One of the crew members eventually called time and the intimate moment was finished as soon as it began.

The pair caught each other's eyes and quickly broke away, once again, silently communicating the words they couldn't say.

Clearing her throat, Cassandra stepped back. Not knowing what to do with herself, she crossed her arms.

Suddenly becoming much more aware of her surroundings, she looked back towards the camera with her best award winning smile.

As if she had finally come back to reality, Y/N attempted to appear as relaxed as possible as well, silently praying that her mascara didn't run.

"So, any last words?"

To give the star a chance to find her voice, Cass spoke up, "Well, this was a great experience, and I'm glad we got the chance to come here and test our friendship."

Knowing they had to wrap up, Y/N went onto conclude the video, "Thank you so much Glamour for having us here today, and make sure to check out our new collab Kill Bill, which is out now. Bye!"

"See ya!"

— COMMENTS —

@/yn'scoochiehairs: i js know jason is tighttt rn💀

⤷ @/gilmoregirly: fr he polly punching walls n shit😭

@/gojoluvr: am i going crazy or was somebody crying towards the end??

@/cassie's_girl: i feel like im interrupting something here🧍‍♀️

@/livingrosetoy: the way cassandra kept touching y/n to comfort her plsss i can't take this anymore😭

@/jasonsmellslikeboucedatass: j*son bro keep playing w/ my girl and see what tf happen🤣🤣😐

@/igthatcuntgettingeaten: the way cass kept looking for her approval🥹

@/magiclizard: OUUU JASON WHEN I CATCH YOU

@/delulupills: everybody in the comments is talking about jason like can't we just focus on the two people who are actually in the video🤦‍♀️

⤷ @/ynstan4life: no that nigga need to die like today

@/cassandra'strophywife: i need bofa them like so bad like it's not even funny

a/n: lesbian cass save me.. lesbian cass.... save me lesbian cassandra...

[the-one-who-lambs]

daily doodle challenge except i accidentally worked on this for five hours straight and only stopped because I needed to go visit the stray cat i've been befriending for two weeks (was also supposed to make dinner but my dumb ass forgot to defrost the fish so. cup tteokbokki it is). i'm still working on shading and texture stuff but this is a wip for now. the sketch for this was in my not-so-daily-oops-drawing-challenge journal and I actually ended up really liking it? so i wanted to render this ft. @ninjasmudge's lamb. take they

[pomegranateee]

Crawling back to you.

you can tell I was listening to Cardigan and do I wanna know while writing this. ( hoziers cover! )

Listening to Kipps talk is the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, people tend to cover their ears and cry for it to stop. So it didn't seem so exciting when you ended up having to spend time with him in the archives today. You only went to help Bobby with some research for the new case you got assigned. Walking around searching for files and books, staying close behind Kipps seemed like hell until you heard Kipps talking and walking towards a group of three in the archives. “Well done, Tony. Doing your research before the job this time.” Kat turns to you upon hearing Kipps “Hmm. Is it Tony? Or is he Andrew now?” you pop out behind Kipps, honestly just curious to see what the big fuss was about. “Keep it down, Kipps. This is a library, not a braying gallery for bellends.”  you drowned out the rest of the conversation. Staring at the boy in the group, Lockwood and co. Only taking your attention off the boy when you suddenly heard the loud sound of a rapier being thrown up to the ceiling. And the sight of a smirking boy you could only assume to be Anthony Lockwood looking quite proud of himself to Kipps in his place. Aside from The blast to Kipps's ego, everyone was all right. Leaving the boy with glasses and the girl to scramble to get their stuff and leave. As the three of them walked away, you couldn't help but turn back around to have one last look at the boy. Only to find he was looking back at you, before quickly turning back to his friends. Ignoring the lingering feeling of your eyes on his back. 

When your supervisor sent you out to the Fittes furnaces to drop off some files, you didn't think much would happen. A walk, maybe some boring paperwork, and then walk back home. That was all. So when you entered the lobby of the Fittes furnaces and were met with those familiar curls you saw a couple of days ago, you assumed it was fate. Pushing that thought aside, you strategically tried to figure out a way to get this boy to have a conversation with you, without seeming creepy of course. “...You're the guy I saw at the archives. Something about a braying gallery for bellends?’ the boy quickly turned around. Pushing his glasses up, looking you up and down “ I believe that was directed at Kipps.” you chuckled “ I don't blame you. He tends to have that effect on people. Annoyance.” the boy gave you a small smile and went back to whatever he was doing. You didn't pay much attention, perhaps you came off as rude for interrupting him, but you didn't care. You were desperate to talk to him. “ I don't think I was told your name.” “It's George. I would have assumed Kipps would have gossiped about it to you by now.” you smiled “He might have, I need a face to remember the name.” 

The next time you saw George was during a case. A small home with a possible type one. It was supposed to be a simple case. So when you were running to grab your rapier in the middle of the case and accidentally ran into george. It was a bit of a startle. You crashed into him, making you fall to the ground, along with him. Ignoring your bloody hand from the fall you looked up. “George? “ he looked up, scurrying to grab his stuff. “oh, it's you again” ‘What are you doing here?” you asked. Taking the hand he extended offering to help you out.  “I'm on a case, which seems you are as well- your hand is bleeding” You looked down at your hand, the blood dripping onto the hardwood floors of the house. “Ah. I must have cut my hand on my rapier when I fell.”   you walk to your bag, grabbing some gauze you packed specifically for moments like these. You let out a hiss while applying pressure to the wound. “I'm sorry. I didn't see you- here.” George reached out for your hand. The gauze was filled with blood at this point. Painting your hand and his with your blood. The smell of the metallic liquid making you queasy. “ You're turning white,” George says looking up at you. “I'm fine, I'm just-” you glanced down at your hand “I'm no good with blood.” he gave you an odd look “You're an agent but you can't handle blood?”  you both chuckled. George noticed the gauze was completely useless at his point, with more blood than cotton. “Got any more?” you remembered back to all the times you had to use your stuff because Bobby made a stupid mistake and got injured during a case. “ I don't think so” George looked around, looking for anything to soak up the blood. “ uh- here,” he said, taking off his flannel, wrapping it around your hand.  After that day you and George seemed to bump into each other much more. Seeing each other in stores, sidewalks, the archives. Always stopping to talk to each other. Causing you two to just start planning to see each other. 

Portland Row was always a comfortable place. The smell of tea and the loud clanging of rapiers meeting each other was comforting to George. He sat on the kitchen table, mixing the spoon in his tea. The oat milk carton sitting in front of him. He recently started drinking his tea with oat milk due to your suggestion. At first, he was appalled that tea could be made with anything but whole milk, but he came around to it. “Oatmilk?” questioned Lockwood.  “I know. I should be thrown into prison, but I quite like it.” Lockwood chuckled and grabbed the milk carton. Putting it back in the fridge. “ me and Luce were planning on goi-” George interpreted him. “I can't. I have plans, I'm going to the archive soon.” Lockwood gave him an odd look “By yourself? Won't you be lonely?” George looked back down to the newspaper he was reading. “I won't be alone.” Lockwood sat down in front of George. “... you know you've been out with that fittes girl a lot lately. Are you sure you're not planning on leaving us, George?” George scoffed. “ and deal with Kipps? I'd rather you shoot me.” Lockwood chuckled”.... She seems eager to know you.” “She is a very eager person I suppose.” Lockwood rolled his eyes. “ that's not what I mean... She seems to enjoy your company. And from what I can see you enjoy hers.” George folded his newspaper and sat it down on the table. “.. I don't like what you're implying.” Lockwood laughed and smiled at George” All I'm saying is that... You should notice the way she looks at you as if she's planning the wedding in her head already.” “Don't be ridiculous.” 

“ Do you like me?” you nearly choked on your drink hearing George say that. Whipping your mouth and keeping your composure you respond.” that's awfully blunt” George shrugged” I suppose. But you're avoiding the question.” you and George are currently sitting on a blanket. Sitting upon a hill, giving you two a nice view of London. You decided to take the fool approach. Taking a sudden interest in the strawberry in your hand rather than George.” of course I like you, George, you're a good friend.” George suddenly took the strawberry from your hand. Placing it back on your plate. “That's not what I meant. If you like me, then I think we should stop meeting up like this.”  your heart dropped down to your stomach. Not only afraid of not seeing your crush again, but the thought of losing a friend seemed so awful to you. “ Where is this coming from? George I do-” “I need a yes or no.” putting together all your courage.  You inevitably decided you'd rather lose George than force him to be with you, knowing he wouldn't want to.”...yes george. I do like you.” George gave you a look, not of disgust but of regret for what he was going to do. “...right then. I suppose I should get going then.” as George walked down the hill, you watched him. Leaving you sitting on a blanket. Two cups, two plates, food for two, but one person.

“For Christ's sake George. Get out of the house!” Lucy says watching a somber George look out the window. “What's going on with him?” Lucy said looking back to Lockwood. “ he messed up with the fittes girl and I suppose he's in mourning for what could have been?” George quickly looked back at the two of them. Sitting on the couch in front of him. “I am not in mourning!” “But you do miss her?” said Lockwood. That shut George up. Lockwood chuckled, “Do whatever you need to feel better, just don't dig yourself too deep.” Lockwood walked off to the kitchen leaving him and Lucy. After a while, Lucy got sick of George's sighs. “God george. Would you just tell the girl sorry! “ “I have nothing to apologize for,” he said, rolling his eyes. “ Well, you obviously like this girl. You like her enough to push her away I suppose. What I don't understand is why you won't let her in. She's a lovely girl! She's smart, she's funny. Are you truly so dense you can't figure out that you love her? All you've been doing is trying to find flaws in her so you have an excuse to leave! Or maybe you're just scared. Scared you found no flaws. And scared of how she makes you feel.” Lucy got up and went into the kitchen. Letting George sit in his thoughts. Just before Lucy could make it to the kitchen, she heard the loud noise of the front door slamming. Lockwood peeped his head out the kitchen, seeing George's shoes were gone “Where is he going?” Lucy walked into the kitchen “ Ever seen the notebook?”

Georges heaving was all he could hear while he ran. The loud sound of his heart pumping was in his ears. He didn't even know he could run that fast. Running as fast as his legs could take him to your apartment. He got to your front door. The front porch light stinging his eyes. You've been haunting all of his whats-ifs. He didn't even know what he would say to you if you even opened the door. He knocked on the door. Trying to control his heavy breathing. When you opened the door, he stopped. He didn't know what to say. He assumed the words would come to him, like those films you two would watch together.  A part of you knew what he was here for. You have missed him of course, but having him actually in front of you seemed so daunting.

“Crawling back to me, are you?”

“...it feels like that's all I've been doing lately.”

You smiled at him. “.. would you like to come in” George looked past you into your apartment. It seemed very tempting to go in with you. Go back to normal. But George didn't want to go back to normal. “I'm in love with you, and-..I'm sorry for leaving you there. I got overwhelmed and I-” you cut George ranting with a kiss. Pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. You somehow managed to get yourself to pull away, “ you don't need to apologize to me, George. I forgave you the moment I opened the door..now would you like to come in?” George must have still been in a state of shock. His eyes lingered on your lips.”... yeah. Yeah. I would like that.” you smiled and opened the door a little wider for him to walk in.

[sir-heichou-smith]

I had just finished a lil thing with poly!141 x fem!reader. However, I'm still new to the Tumblr posting mechanisms, and I accidentally deleted the draft I had saved 🤦‍♀️

Should anyone like me to rewrite it, I gladly will. Just know it wasn't very good lol, just a thought. Maybe once I get the hang of this more I can start turning them into actual fics.

[abandoned-quiche]

question for any and all monsters; if you were human, what soul type do you think youd be?

(ooc list so mod doesn't have to go look em all up)

HELLO !

IT APPEARS THAT, FOR ONE REASON OR AN OTHER, OR PERHAPS NO REASON AT ALL, YOUR QUESTION HAS FOUND ITS WAY TO ME.

WHAT A JOY !

SO!

"SOUL TYPES"!

IT HAS LONG BEEN DEBATED IN THE SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE THE CAUSE OF DIFFERENT COLORS OF SOULS IN HUMANS.

IT APPEARS TO, IN SOME WAY, RELATE TO THE PERSONALITY OF THE INDIVIDUAL, BUT IT IS UNCLEAR HOW.

I UNDERSTAND THAT,

ONE WAY OR AN OTHER,

IT HAS BECOME YOUR BELIEF THAT THESE ARE THE SEVEN "SOUL TYPES".

BRAVERY.

JUSTICE.

INTEGRITY.

KINDNESS.

PERSEVERANCE.

PATIENCE.

"DETERMINATION."

THIS IS NOT SO.

THOUGH,

I CANNOT BLAME YOU

FOR COMING TO THIS CONCLUSION

WITH A SAMPLE SIZE OF ONLY

EIGHT.

IN REALITY, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS "SOUL TYPES".

THESE ARE MERELY

CHARACTER TRAITS

PRESENT IN THE SIX FALLEN HUMANS BEFORE FRISK.

MOST HUMAN SOULS ARE SOME SHADE OF ONE OF THE COLORS ABOVE,

BUT A HUMAN SOUL CAN COME IN JUST ABOUT ANY COLOR.

A BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW OF HUMANITY'S PUREST ESSENCE.

ISN'T THAT WONDERFUL?

. . .

AS FOR "DETERMINATION."

THIS SUBSTANCE IS PRESENT WITHIN ALL SOULS.

IT WAS DISCOVERED BY MY SUCCESSOR, DOCTOR ALPHYS!

SHE IS A WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL PERSON.

IF ONLY SHE COULD SEE THAT AS WELL.

. . .

I'D LIKE TO THINK, THAT IF I WERE A HUMAN, MY SOUL WOULD BE A NICE SHADE OF

PERIWINKLE.

NOT FOR ANY PARTICULAR REASON - I JUST LIKE THE COLOR!

. . .

THANK YOU

FOR THE QUESTION,

EVEN IF IT WAS NOT MEANT FOR ME.

IT IS ALWAYS

A DELIGHT

TO CONNECT WITH YOU ALL.

. . .

OH, AND MY APOLOGIES IF ANY OF MY TEXT IS HARD TO READ DUE TO THE COLORS.

I AM BEST SEEN IN THE DARKNESS!

[chomfoolery]

hellooo every1… ctubbo art 4 u…

[donttouchmeillkillyou]

Pff, why does Laptop look like key man LMFAO

They have some stuff in common related to their designs but I don't think Lace looks like Steve......

[feralrabbitboy]

originally I just made it to test a setup for when I play songs for my friends on call to check the levels. maybe someone might like it! posting it here either way because I wanna get used to posting stuff so that it's less scary when I do my original work...

[ichbinmeltdown]

The Triple Changers!

I tried a different shading technique for this one, I hope it helped somewhat ^^

[ur-local-cryptid-0]

Public service announcement to all my dear moots so all you lovelies know! If you guys reach out to me about any problem or boundaries, and I'm really really apologetic, it's not because you hurt my feelings or anything! I just want to be very polite and show that I care! If any of you have a concern, tell me and we'll work it out!

[effervescentmelody]

Day #11

Repost of day 11 of my art challenge. It was brought to my attention that in my original posting I used a skin tone for Kenji that was inappropriate and played into harmful stereotypes. This was not my intention. I apologize and will be conscious of these decisions moving forward.

[the-one-who-lambs]

Lamb design be upon ye. Some Lambert outfits for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God: standard outfit, casual fleece, and wedding outfit.