#i'm excited for this revamp and to be here!

[belasso]

howdy! >:)

[scoobywrites690]

Simons favourite Cam Girl pt2

As I’m writing this we are 100 followers away from 1k followers and I’m so excited! I’ve gotta think of what to do for a 1k special. If anyone has any ideas feel free to let me know. Also what do we think of the account revamp? This piece is so fucking long it’s like 2k words but I love it so much. Part one here

cw: blow job, toys, penetration, cream pie, pussy eating

Even though you earnt a living by exposing yourself to a live audience every night, doesn’t mean you actually know what you’re doing when it comes to having any form of sexual relations with a man. Yes, you’ve slept with a handful of men. But that’s it, so when you offered your favorite and most loyal viewer an offer, you weren’t actually expecting him to agree. 

Yet here you stand face to face with the man who’s supported you right from the beginning of your career. He’s not entirely what you expected, and in all honesty you were expecting some low life loser who lives in their parents basement, which you can now confirm is the complete opposite of the man that you now know as Simon. 

He’s absolutely massive compared to you, in every possible way. He towers over you, dwarfing your entire frame just by standing next to you. His arms are thick and fat with muscle to the point that he doesn’t even need to flex for you to be able to see them, his chest so broad and wide that you’d completely disappear if he stood in front of you.

You had never seen a man so big, which had you questioning if you were ready to take on a man of his size. But it’s too late to back out now. 

“Listen, there's something I need to make clear before we start.” You state, twiddling your thumbs as you find yourself intimidated at the man that stands before you. 

“Anything, doll.” He says, his voice thick and rough.

“I’ve only ever been with a couple of guys. So, I'm not actually a hundred percent sure on what to do.” You admit, looking up to meet his lingering gaze. Scanning his features for any shock or disappointment. As most people would expect a cam girl to have plenty of experience. 

“Don’t you worry, luv. I’ll guide ya.” He says, cupping your face with his giant hands. His hands are rough and hard against your cheeks.

“You sure you still wanna do this?” You ask.

“Of course, I’ve been dreaming of this day since I first discovered you.” He remarks, his voice filled with such joy and happiness that you could have sworn there was a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Okay then, I wasn’t sure if you’d want your face being shown. So I went and grabbed this.” You say as you fish out the mask you brought this morning. It’s not much just a skull mask that comes down over his nose, but it’ll hide any recognizable features if he wants them hidden.

“I didn’t think about that, thank you.” He says, taking the mask from your hand before securing it over his head making sure it’s nice and snug to avoid it slipping down. 

“Okay you ready?” You ask once the mask is secure. 

“Go ahead.” He says, taking a seat on the bed behind you as you start up the live. Your webcam flickers on as the view of yourself soon fills up your screen, it doesn’t take long before the live chat starts filling up with people all greeting you as they enter. 

“Hello everyone!” You exclaim, waving at the camera whilst flashing them a smile.

“I’ve got a little treat in store for you all tonight.” You remark as you watch the chat load comment after comment of people expressing their curiosity. Rolling your chair to the side a bit you reveal the hulking form of Simon sitting on the bed, looking every bit intimidating with his mask on. 

“I invited a very special viewer to join me today! He’s a long time subscriber and a trusted one at that, so I thought he deserved a reward for being so loyal.” You explain.

“I won't make you guys wait any longer though.” You state with a chuckle before making your way over to Simon, his hands reaching out to wrap around your waist the minute you are close enough. Dragging you towards him and hoisting you up into his lap your thighs on either side as you straddle the mammoth of a man. 

His lips meet yours, soft and warm as they press together before his tongue darts out to meet yours, in a sloppy tangled mess. Locking your arms around his neck, your fingers tugging on the short blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you slowly roll your hips grinding yourself against him. A growl like moan rubbles from inside Simon as his hands on your hips help to move you against him. 

“I feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ burst, doll.” He states pulling away from you, his eyes blown with lust as he rakes his eyes over your body. 

“Where’s that toy from last time?” He asks.

“In that box over there.” You state pointing towards the plastic box that sits in the corner. 

Lifting you up and placing you on the bed Simon heads towards the box, removing the lid in search of the fake cock from your previous live stream. It looks nowhere near as big in Simon’s hands compared to when it was in yours, making the struggle that you had using it seem ridiculous and maybe even fake. 

“Open wide for me, dollface. We gotta get you prepped.” He asks, standing in front of you.

“I-I um..I’m not actually very good at doing that.” You admit, your cheeks flushing as embarrassment washes through your body.

“What? Sucking a dick.” He asks, earning him a nod in response as you meet his gaze. 

“I’ve not had a lot of practice.” You say as you twiddle your fingers in your lap.

“S’alright don't worry yourself. I’ll help ya.” He says before dazzling you with a comforting smile. 

“Now open wide. Tongue out. Nice and flat. Like you’re begging for it.” He gruffs gripping ahold of your jaw. Opening your mouth nice and wide sticking your tongue like he asked has Simon groaning at the sight of you sitting so pretty in front of him, as he slides the silicone cock against your extended tongue.

Pushing it back Simon watches as the fake cock fills your mouth, lips thinning as you wrap them around the girth. Dragging it back out watching as your saliva coats the surface just to slide it back in again.

“Can I go deeper?” He asks as he works it in and out. Nodding in response has Simon pumping the fake cock just that little bit deeper.

“Suck for me, but no teeth. Nice and wide just like that.” He demands as he watches you hollow your cheeks.

“Fuck me, I could blown in my jeans just at the sight of you. So fuckin’ beautiful.” He groans as he works the fake cock deeper down your throat, but taking enough care so you don't choke around it. Saliva coats your lips as he pulls the cock out a string of it stretching between you and the toy before he’s pushing it back in.

“You’re doing so well.” He coos running his fingers through your hair making sure to keep it out of the way. 

You can’t help but whimper out at the praise, as you stare up into his piercing gaze. Reaching for his hips you bracing yourself against him, letting your wandering hands roam the expanse of his body. Before palming over his rock-hard cock.

Using both hands you begin tugging at his waistband fumbling with his belt before yanking his jeans down just enough to allow access to his aching cock. Reaching in and pulling it free from the confinements of his boxers. Staring at him as you work your hand up and down his length, with his hips bucking forward in response.

“Fuck!” He exclaims. Pulling the fake cock free from your mouth and throwing it aside before reaching down to lift you. Throwing you further onto the bed. 

“Spread those legs. Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby.” He says from where he stands at the edge of the bed still, removing the jeans that sit at his ankles. Dropping your thighs apart, nice and wide you let him marvel in the sight of your soaked panties.

“Well isn’t that just the prettiest sight.” He remarks tugging his cock, before crawling towards you. Gripping a hold of the flimsy lace that covers you tearing it clean in half. 

Hooking his arms under your thighs spreading you nice and wide before burying his head between your thighs. His tongue is soft and silky as he licks up your slit flicking hard when he meets your clit, that you can’t help but arch up off the bed. 

“Mhm you like that.” He murmurs against you before draping your thighs over his shoulders. Going in for another taste he laps at your slick, sliding his tongue between your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“God, yes!” You moan as you squeeze your thighs around his head. 

Simon slipping a finger inside of you has you groaning out as you grind your hips against his face. 

“Do you want another one? Get you nice and ready for my cock, mhm?” He asks, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.

“Yes!” You nod, frantically as your claw at the sheets beneath you. 

And he does just that, slipping another finger inside your sopping core pumping them nice and fast in and out of you as he sucks at your clit.

“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.” You curse.

“Cum for me, baby. All over my face, give it to me.” He demands. Your body jerks as your muscles spasm, clenching around his fingers before releasing all over him. Simon laps at your pussy, licking up every drop of cum he can get before sucking your release off his own fingers. 

“Fuck me.” You pant, chest heaving as you lay there in the middle of the bed.

“You like that?” He smirks, knowing damn well he just made you cum harder than any toy has been able to. 

“You okay?” He chuckles, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling you up onto your knees.

“Yeah, j-just gimme a second.” You pant, as he positions you at the end of the bed again. 

“Here, wanna have a proper go?” He asks as he tugs at his cock, his tip throbbing as it drips pre cum. And you can't help but nod eagerly at the opportunity.

“Take it. With both hands. Get it nice and wet for me.” He says aligning his tip against your lips. The taste of the salty pre cum coats your lips like gloss.  Your tongue darts out lapping at the liquid. Slipping your lips down over his swollen tip, you let yourself feel every ridge and vein as you glide across them with your tongue.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. A bit deeper f’me” He coaxes. 

Pulling more of him into your mouth the same way he did with the fake cock earlier, you let his length fill your mouth and the noises of pleasure that slip past his lips has your pussy getting wetter and wetter, dripping with arousal. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He moans. His hands gripping at your hair before pulling you off of his cock. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worry flooding your system at the thought of doing something wrong.

“Nothing, luv. I’m gonna end up blowing down your throat if you keep it up. And that’s not where I want it.” He says as he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the expanse of your cheek before planting a kiss to your forehead. 

“How do you feel about sitting on me cock, baby?” He asks.

“I think I can do that.” You answer.

“Just say if you don’t wanna, alright?” He says whilst propping himself up against the head board. 

“Okay.” You nod before straddling him, his massive hands coming down to grip your waist.

“Nice and slow, okay.” He says as he helps you position yourself above his cock. Splaying your hands across his chest you inch yourself backwards aligning yourself with his tip.

Your legs straining as you lower yourself down, his tip hitting against your entrance has you stifling a moan as you sink yourself down onto him. Slowly each inch disappears inside of you stretching your tight little pussy around his massive cock. He’s so fucking thick that you find yourself letting out a whimper as he rubs against your walls.

“I feel so full.” You groan, earning you a chuckle in response as you work the last few inches inside of you. 

“You look so beautiful right now, doll face.” He says, releasing his grip on your waist to pull your tits free of the lace bra that you’ve still got on. 

“Fuck me. Look at these beauties." He remarks, squeezing at the fat of your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your rock hard nipple. 

“Fuck!” You moan as you slide the last inch of his cock inside of you, your pussy flush with his pelvis.

“How do you feel?” He asks releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop.

“So fucking good.” You groan “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.” You state. 

Simon chuckles at your statement before planting a firm grip to your waist.

“Come on then. Move these hips, baby.” He says, giving you a slight tap to the ass before beginning to lift you upwards. The feel of his cock dragging against your walls has your eyes rolling back as you bounce yourself up and down his length. Rocking yourself backwards and forward has your clit brushing up against him causing you to squirm and clench around him. 

You can't help but pant out curse after curse as you swivel your hips on top of him.

“Atta girl. Ride me.” He groans, folding his arms behind his head so he can marvel in your beauty. 

Sweat coats your skin as you grip and claw at the skin of his chest, every part of your body trembles as you force yourself to keep going. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He asks.

“Yes. God yes!” You moan, your hands coming up to play with your own nipples as you bounce back onto his cock. 

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby.” He coos. His hands coming back to your waist to help you rock yourself back against him. His cock fills you to the brim as you clench down around him, your body shaking with the intensity of your approaching orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby.” Simon groans as he slams you down onto his cock, holding you in place as he releases inside of you, rope after rope of thick pearly cum coats your walls as you milk him dry. 

“Fuck.” You pant, rolling yourself off of him and onto the bed. 

“You okay?” Simon asks, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. 

“I’m so good right now.” You state, as a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“That’s good.” He says smirking, before placing a kiss against your lips. Soft and gentle before pulling away, to get up. 

Walking towards the webcam, Simon takes a quick glance at the live chat, that’s flooding in message after message. 

“I can see you all enjoyed that, very much.” He chuckles.

But I’ve gotta go take care of her now.” He says before switching the camera off, not even bothering to say goodbye before he's turning back towards where you lay, taking the mask off.

“Let's get you cleaned up, aye.” He says, scooping you up off the bed and walking you towards the bathroom. Where he perches you on the counter so he can start running the bath.

[emmyrosee]

Osamu has to stay with Suna for a few days.

It’s barely anything serious, a game from when they were kids is getting revamped and naturally, they want to spend the entire weekend reliving those memories as best as they can with the material they’ve got.

Osamu bounces like a little kid at the prospect of seeing his friend and playing his games, excitedly explaining the game’s lore and story line to you; you listen fully, of course you do, it’s precious to see him get so zealous about something so dear to him (it's also funny to hear him tease his brother for not being able to come indulge too).

The meetup was simple enough, dropping Osamu off in front of Suna's house early Friday morning, pick him up Sunday afternoon.

What you hadn't expected, was Suna standing outside of his home, arms crossed over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. You quirk your brow, "is... he okay?"

"I haven't heard anything from him," Osamu shrugs. "Pull up, I'll ask him."

You do as you're told, rolling up next to the angry looking Suna and rolling down the window. Osamu leans out slightly, "everything alright man?"

Suna looks past him and directly at you, his green pools intense in their glare. “You’re late,” he hisses.

You snicker and shake your head, secretly relieved he's playing an act and not destroying your boyfriend's excitement, “I'm sorry, I was just-“

“You were just nothing,” he barks, and Osamu laughs as he gets out of the car. “Do you know how worried I was? How sick I was, waiting for you to show up! I thought something had happened to my sweet boy!”

You roll your eyes, “he’s fine, I like him too much. You, however…”

“Bring it on, bestie,” Suna snickers.

“Alright, alright,” Osamu chuckles, resting a hand on Suna’s shoulder to pull him back just slightly. “Thank the nice chauffer for getting me here safe.” Then, he smirks slightly, “and then take me to get breakfast, they didn’t feed me.”

“YOU DIDNT FEED HIM? MY GROWING BOY?”

“You were just complaining how late we were being!” You’re laughing, and it give Suna the go ahead to continue.

“Oh. Oh,” Suna begins, raising his hands in disbelief. “Oh, I cannot believe you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he hisses playfully, face scrunched in annoyance, but his grin is telling you otherwise. “Count your days. Clearly, my lovely, perfect, sweet osamu isn’t having fun with you.”

“Oh we have fun,” osamu interrupts. Suna’s face contorts into one of disapproval, all while you laugh in embarrassment.

Suna points at the front door, “osamu, get in the house.”

“Yessir,” the chef chuckles. He makes his way to the entrance, and with his back turned, Suna directs his index and middle finger at his eyes before flicking them out at you, making you gasp at his audacity before he spins on his heel to leave, smirking at himself.

When Osamu blows you a kiss from the threshold of the door, Suna leaps in the air in a dramatic catch, and you honk at him while Osamu laughs.

"This isn't over!" You call after him.

"He's mine now, no givesies backsies!"

"SUNA!"

——

HEHEHEEHEHEHE

[howmanyepsofmlseason6areleft]

Miraculous Ladybug Season 6 Airdates January and February (+some other junk)

THAT'S RIGHT WE ARE FINALLY BACK!!

These dates have been out for awhile now, so I'm sorry for how late this is! My motivation for this blog has been entirely tied to personal life/ interest in the show, and since it hasn't been airing consistently and I've been busy with school it's been rough. But... here we are!

Before I get to more yapping, here are the dates! All of these can be found on the Disney Channel US website (if you're looking for a source), but honestly I wouldn't be surprised if another international network beats Disney in premiering at least one of these episodes in the next month or so. However, I'll make sure to be on the lookout so I can let you guys know/ update the post if necessary.

THE ILLUSTRHATER ✔️ Airdate: January 24th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

THE ILLUSTRHATER ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: January 25th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

SUBLIMATION ✔️ Airdate: January 31st Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

SUBLIMATION ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: February 1st Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

WEREPAPAS ✔️ Airdate: February 7th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

DADDYCOP ✔️ Airdate: February 8th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

WEREPAPAS ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: February 15th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

So- it seems like this new era of miraculous is already off to a great start in the world of out of order airing with episodes 2-5 airing before episode one [EDIT: WE ARE NOW ALSO GETTING EPISODE 11 BEFORE EPISODE ONE ARE YOU KIDDING] , so I'm sorry to anyone who wants to watch it in order! However, hopefully nothing too crazy happens in the first episode that isn't recapped by the 2nd, so maybe you can watch these episodes as they come out anyway without too much confusion (doubt) [AGAIN, PROBABLY NO LONGER APPLIES W/ EPISODE 11 AIRING BEFORE OTHERS 💀] Either way, I'll try to let you guys know what the vibe is in that department (in the least spoilery way possible) , and at the end of the day its entirely up to you guys as viewers what you want to do! I'm sure we all have our routine with out of order airing by this point in time haha.

As for the blog, new pinned post dropped, partially revamped the look, and I will continue to post as necessary!

Excited to go on this journey with y'all, and here's to the new season :)

(Chronological order under cut)

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG SEASON 6 CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

S6E01- Climatiqueen

S6E02- The Illustrhater

S6E03- Sublimation

S6E04- Daddycop

S6E05- Werepapas

S6E06- Sleeping Syren 

S6E07- El Toro De Piedra

S6E08- Vampigami

S6E09- Mister Agreste

S6E10- The Dark Castle

S6E11- Revelator

S6E12- Wreckless Driver

S6E13- Yaksi Gozen 

S6E14- Grendiaper

S6E15- The Ruler

S6E16- Noe

S6E17- A Fairy Good Night

S6E18- The Dirtifiers

S6E19- Riginarazione

S6E20- HeartFixer

S6E21- The Chained Titans

S6E22- Lady Chaos

S6E23- Sadnansi

S6E24- Queen of the Dreadzone

S6E25- Secret Protocol

S6E26- Nemesis

[wonryllis]

dear future husband (m) | lee heeseung.

i can't say i do without you.

PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

OR WHERE, bimbo heeseung has no idea what the fuck to do with his feelings for you who are oblivious as fuck and your brothers who are overprotective as fuck.

MEET THE CAST. insanely love struck lee heeseung with his spoiled rich girl!reader ft. yeonjun, soobin, the rest of txt and the rest of enhypen. NSFW VERSION: BRAT TAMER heeseung with his BRAT girl.

GENRE & WARNING(S). social media!au + written chapters, SMUT MDNI!!! in the form of written chapters later on in the series, fluff, humor & crack, minimal angst, lots and i mean lots and lots of swearing and dirty jokes and everything nsfw. college!au, nonidol!au, neighbors to lovers!au, childhood friends to lovers!au. heavy on sister complex! rest other warnings will be stated in respective chapters.

UPDATE SCHEDULE. discontinued.

ׅ ꢾ꣒ profiles, character introductions & the groupchats. ( PLAYLIST ) theme song, code blue!

YEONIE NOTES. incase someone wonders if this is incest, no it’s not, they are not related by blood. sister complex. a state of strong attachment and obsession to sisters, always having them as their first priority. FIC ASKS: ask about the characters!

EPISODES rolling ..

000. prologue: the backstory.

001. arranged date gone wrong

002. it's a shame yn wants you

003. all good when all delusional

004. can you afford her a McLaren? TWT + WRITTEN ( 2.4k )

005. heeseung finally— [REDACTED]!

006. you went as my arm candy

DISCONTINUED!

i think its obvious enough why, the lack of response and enthusiasm from readers has made lose all motivation to continue this any further. i was so excited to revamp it but it seems it isn't the case for the other side. feedbacks are what keep most if not all writers going and absence of it for this one has just rid me of all interest i had to share it with you all. thank you to those who read it, and i apologize those who were looking forward to read it. this is it. over and done, with this kind of support i'm never doing a series on here again.

FIRST TAGLIST @s00buwu @lilyuwon @pockyyasii @nctislifue @shawnyle @enhastolemyheart @aaa-sia @criminalyun @oddracha @satan-223 @diorsyun @hooniehon @fakeuwus @caramelcandescence @intromortal @kookify @yutasberryy @sumzysworld @nikiswifiee @shuichi-sama @primroselover @rayofsunshineeee @aishigrey @yjwluvs @soraokkotsu @nyfwyeonjun @srhnyx @trashx678 @wondipity @winuvs @hoondiors @niniissus @firstclassjaylee @biancaness @enhaz1 @sophi-ee @un06 @heelariously @d-earlog @pharaways @ethelia @eneiyri @secretbarbariangardener @seochangbinnnnnnnnnnn @microwavedstrawberr1es @randomanothercreature @thatsoraya @graythecoffeebean @rikibun @jaeyungxrl @mxxnintheskyreblogs

[chantellechapman]

I've been working on a revamped inventory of my past artwork, and finding a lot of pieces that haven't been posted yet, which I'm excited to share! Here's one of my greeting card designs, called 'It Takes Two to Flamingo'. It's traditional pen & ink and watercolor, and measures 5.75 x 9 inches. 🦩

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[adore-laur]

CAKE

——

Harry pulls into the parking lot of the bakery he used to work at irregularly, the faded burgundy bricks a familiar sight. It hasn't been revamped much from when he was in his mid-twenties and struggling to earn a livable wage by juggling pastry-making, bartending, and training to be a chef. While he's not necessarily fond of those stressful workplace memories, the one that stands out the most is when he saw your pretty face again in the bakery. It was fate at its finest, and the rest is cherished history. He'll always be grateful for this place.

Over five years later, he is back with exhilaration thrumming in his chest. He's older now, his life wildly different than before he met you—now, he has a steadfast romance that keeps getting better, two precious daughters, and another baby on the way, all in a house where the ocean breeze kisses his skin every morning. He never envisioned being lucky enough to live out his dream so profoundly.

Harry steps out of the car, enjoying the subdued sunshine. He spins his key ring around his pointer finger, a smile already lifting his lips as he shoulders the front door open. The scent of baked bread and hints of vanilla greet him, along with the bakery's owner, Doreen, who gives him a cordial wave. She's a short woman in her sixties who has been running the place since before Harry was born. The long grey braid tapering down her back swings back and forth as she wipes the storefront windows with a rag. An apron is tied around her waist, the well-worn fabric dusted with flour and smears of blue frosting. She hasn't changed one bit.

"Hello, dear," Doreen says, briefly pausing her cleaning to kiss his cheek. Even on her tiptoes, Harry has to bend down to close the gap. "I know something you don't!"

He inhales deeply, that warm thrum returning. "You sure do."

She grins mischievously. "It's in the fridge, top left shelf. Help yourself."

Harry walks toward the two-section glass fridge behind the counter. A week ago, you did a blood test that could detect the baby's gender earlier than an ultrasound. At your request to keep it a secret for now, the obstetrician wrote the results down and sealed it in an envelope, which Harry then brought to the bakery and ordered a two-tier vanilla cake with either pink or blue frosting inside. Only the baker would know until it was sliced into by you and him. You both wanted a different type of reveal this time around. Last pregnancy, it was kept a surprise until birth. You're both too excited to wait this time.

"Thank you again for doing this," Harry says, taking the white bakery box with a yellow sticky note that has Styles Family scribbled on it. "If you ever need extra help around here, don't hesitate to give me a call."

"Oh, don't worry about me." Doreen places her hands on her hips, winking at him. "I'm sure you have your hands full at home."

He laughs softly. "I do, but they're wonderful little helpers. I could always bring them in, even if it's just to taste test."

"How old are they now?"

"Four and one. Our oldest is in her first year of preschool."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "Goodness, how time flies. Plus a bun in the oven?"

"She's eleven weeks," he replies, smiling proudly.

"How is she feeling?"

Harry thinks back to when he left this morning, leaving you lying in bed sandwiched by the kids still in their pajamas. "Pretty fatigued, but she knows what to expect by now. She's doing everything she can to stay motivated."

"Well, I was happy to hear the news and so honored to be one of the first ones to know such a special secret," Doreen says, pinching his earlobe affectionately. "I baked my best cake for you. Oh, that reminds me!" She scurries over to a nearby table to retrieve a wrapped plate with an assortment of desserts, no doubt baked by her. "These are for you and your girls."

Harry's heart swells, and he pecks her cheek with gratitude. "We appreciate it so much. And I'm serious: I'll put my old apron back on if you need me to. I still know how to make a mean batch of macarons."

She shoos him away with her cleaning rag. "Go on, you silly boy. Be with your family."

He beams on his way out of the bakery, wanting nothing more.

——

Harry arrives back home in the late morning, feeling grateful that it's the weekend. The house is quiet, and he'd bet money that his girls are in the same position he left them in an hour ago. Arguably, that's what Sundays are for—cuddles under warm sheets and no obligation to be anywhere else.

The front door snicks shut, and he walks the short distance to the kitchen to set the cake box on the island. His fingers itch to open it and sink a knife into the layer of frosting, but he refrains. The time will come.

Instead, he heads to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light. Sure enough, you're curled up with two little girls tucked into the outline of your body. Harry commits the view to memory before sitting on the edge of the mattress. You stir awake from a light sleep, your eyes opening and finding him. The first-trimester fatigue is obvious, and it's as endearing as it was the first time.

"Morning, lazybones," he says softly.

You yawn, stretching your arms, and the fierce urge to hold you close and never leave this bed rushes through him. "Hi. Did you get the cake?"

"I did." He strokes the bridge of your nose with his knuckle, sensing your lethargy. "Feeling okay?"

"So-so. I was a little queasy earlier."

"Did you eat yet?" he asks, and you shake your head in response. "Want me to make something?"

"I don't have much of an appetite, but I'm sure the girls would love a big breakfast," you say. Harry smiles, taking a moment to admire their innocent faces still deep in sleep. He hopes they're having pleasant dreams.

"Okay. I'll be in the kitchen."

"Wait for me, please." You carefully sit up with a dazed and adorable look in your eyes.

Harry sighs fondly and says, "You need to listen to your body. Don't resist rest."

Pouting, you shed the blanket and swing your legs over the bed, ignoring his sensible advice. "But my body's telling me that it misses you."

"Sweetheart..." He cuts himself off, realizing he has no way to refute that. He knows wholeheartedly because he feels it too. Working full-time and coming home to parent with you leaves little room for quality time together. Consequently, there was never time to squeeze a babymoon in the past four years. He'll have to ponder that idea more in-depth, especially now that your pregnancy is swiftly heading to the halfway mark. Probably smart to plan a trip during that sweet spot, when you're not too physically uncomfortable. He wants to have fun with you, away from the kids. Explore an exotic place and luxuriate in romance with no one around.

"Harry?" you say, pulling him out of his titillating trance. He was just beginning to envisage you naked on a canopy bed in Fiji, the evening sun casting over your dips and curves. Lying there all majestically, waiting for him to feast on you. Paradise personified.

"Sorry, just musing." He clears his throat and thinks of innocent things, like buttermilk pancakes and hash browns.

"Uh-oh," you reply playfully before standing up and leaving him with a tempting view of your bare legs. As you freshen up in the bathroom, Harry leans over his daughters and kisses their heads. They both stir minimally, their disheveled curls rustling against the pillows. He wonders if his genes will ever have mercy in that department when the next baby arrives.

Eventually, you follow Harry into the kitchen, and there's a familiar thrill in having a brief window of alone time before the kids require attention. He smoothly pulls you into his embrace and asks, "How's our baby?"

You look down at your stomach and lift the silk camisole covering it. "Finally making an appearance, I think."

Pulling back slightly, Harry assesses the tiny protrusion—it's much tinier than the last two were around the same eleven-week mark. "Oh, hello there," he murmurs delightedly. The proof of you carrying a child is nearly unnoticeable, at least in a physical sense, but the smallness keeps it a secret from any outsiders. Inside this home, it's his to savor.

You laugh, silently marveling over it with him, then glance at the cake over his shoulder. "We could have cake for breakfast."

Harry pulls you close again and waddles your conjoined bodies forward until your back meets the island. "That depends on if you want to find out now or later. It's up to you."

Looping your arms around his neck, you contemplate for a few seconds before saying, "Let's wait until later tonight—at least until I'm feeling better."

"Absolutely. Maybe we can head down to the beach at sunset with the girls. Have a mini celebration."

You nod. "I'd like that."

"Done deal." The thin strap of your silk camisole slips down your shoulder, and Harry groans when the curve of your breast peeks out. He cups it in his palm, and your body reacts by pressing into him even further. "So, what's your final prediction?" he asks, kissing the tender flesh there and readjusting the strap. Focus, he tells himself. The girls need breakfast.

You make a show of thinking long and hard. "Unforeseen quadruplets? I'd be a medical mystery."

Harry narrows his eyes, suppressing a grin. "Hysterical." He widens his stance until he's the same height as you. "C'mon, give it to me."

"Final prediction is... girl," you say assuredly. That word tugs at his heartstrings, the ones belonging to the instinctive protectiveness he has toward his daughters.

"I'm sticking with boy," he says for the sake of a friendly husband-wife competition.

You quirk your brow and slowly back out of his embrace. "I can't believe you're not trusting my womanly intuition."

"I've guessed correctly the last two times," he reminds you. "Don't underestimate my mojo."

"All right. Best of luck, baby."

——

Harry shivers in an overdramatic fashion while holding his youngest daughter, and she giggles, thoroughly entertained. He always enjoys the walk down to the private beach, where the expansive view never ceases to amaze him. At sunset, it's even more phenomenal. The wind carries a coolness to it, and the sky transpires into heavenly hues of lavender, teal, and marigold. No matter the weather, he makes an effort to watch it fade into the night alongside his family.

Tonight is extra special, and as he glances back at you trailing behind with the cake box and two empty champagne glasses in one hand and your eldest's small hand in the other, his excitement intensifies. He was patient all afternoon, even crawling back in bed with you and the girls to bask in a catnap under the warm sheets. Afterward, the laziness continued as you all watched a movie together on the couch and ate takeout. Now it's time for dessert.

Near the shoreline, Harry sets down his youngest and removes the quilted blanket from around his shoulders. He shakes it out and watches her toddle on the sand. She just started walking on her own last month, and he can never be too cautious with her curious nature. There's nothing more bloodcurdling than a child wandering off without a sound.

The girls go off to play with their dolls near the sandcastle they built near the hammock. It's far enough from the waves for them to be semi-unsupervised.

Harry lays the blanket down and sits. You join him, passing over the glasses. He brought a bottle of grape juice as a substitute for wine.

After pouring juice into each glass, Harry hands one over to you and lifts his in the air. "Cheers to growing our beautiful family. Cheers to being happy, healthy, and perpetually sleep-deprived. We make an amazing team, and... I just love you. Inexplicably so." He clinks his glass with yours and takes a hearty sip, never taking his eyes off you.

"Cheers," you say, letting the tart liquid travel down your throat.

Harry rubs his palms together and says, "Ready?"

You give him a smile only he knows the meaning of. "Let's have some cake."

He slides the box over and fingers open the seal. When he lifts the top, you shuffle forward and melt into his side, staying there as he stares at the coating. It's only plain white buttercream frosting with swirly pink and blue dollops caressing the circular edge, but the part that makes him teary-eyed is the cursive icing that reads Baby Styles. Although it's his third and most likely last child, the feeling never gets old. Each experience challenges him in an entirely new way. It's unexpected, enlightening, and emotionally rewarding. And to do it by your side is the greatest accomplishment he'll ever know.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Harry picks up the knife. You place your hand over his grip on the handle and kiss his bicep. "No peeking," you say, closing your eyes.

Harry does the same and rests his forehead against yours. Slowly, he maneuvers the knife to blindly cut a triangular slice. His heart pounds in anticipation. The bet he made with you doesn't matter anymore. Either way, he'll be ecstatic.

"You look first," he whispers, his lips brushing yours with each syllable.

"No, you do it," you whisper back.

"You know, we never discussed what the prize is for whoever guessed correctly," he says, shifting the knife so the slice breaks free.

"I know what I want."

"Yeah?" he murmurs, nudging his nose with yours. "Tell me.”

"I want to go on vacation somewhere far away, just me and you."

"Remember what happened last vacation?" His eyes are still closed, and vivid memories play behind his lids.

"Yes, I do,” you say. “You got me pregnant, but that was only because there was something in the Italian air."

He laughs and captures your lips in a quick kiss. "Is that the only reason? I seem to recall you—"

"Daddy, what flavor is the pink stuff?"

Harry's eyes shoot open, and for a split second, he sees that yours are still shut as his head whips toward his eldest daughter skipping over with her favorite doll in tow. His youngest follows her, picking up handfuls of sand along the way.

Brows furrowed, he looks at you again to find you staring at the cake with a dumbstruck expression. He honestly forgot it was there, too caught up in the intimate moment he was sharing with you, where the darkness enhanced the warm sensations of his skin touching yours, the grape scent of your breath, and the way your sensual words sent shivers down his spine.

All that floats away when he sees creamy pink frosting in the middle of the sponge cake. It's a delicate shade of pink similar to the newborn hospital hat they put on his firstborn daughter. Similar to the sunrise the day his second daughter decided to come into the world.

Pink. Another baby girl.

Making a spontaneous choice, Harry pulls his sweater off and sprints full speed toward the ocean, shouting with glee. He hears your shocked guffaw as he tumbles forward into the shallow water. The coldness is a shock to his system, but it doesn't compare to the fact that you're having a girl. He hoped for it deep in his heart. He dreamt it.

You walk over to him, eyes glassy and holding a large forkful of cake. "I was right!"

Harry heaves big breaths, adrenaline rushing through his blood vessels. His sweatpants are soaked, but it's the last thing on his mind. He clumsily reaches you and places his palms on your stomach, kissing it repeatedly. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he says, overwhelmed with emotion. He looks up, his next words intended for you. "You made our dreams come true, baby. And I don't know how to repay you, but I’ll try. I swear it.”

"You've already repaid me, Harry, by being the most devoted and dependable father to our girls."

He smiles, his cheeks hurting. "Three girls now. Holy shit.”

You collapse in his arms, crying and laughing with happiness. He catches you and gently brings you down to the sand. The wind whips around both your bodies, not able to penetrate the heat of this unforgettable moment.

Amidst bites of cake and promises of a couple's vacation to wherever your heart desires, a shout of "It's strawberry-flavored!" carries over, nestling deep in Harry’s heart.

Life couldn't be sweeter.

——

[valiasims]

WIP#48

Hey everyone!

Sorry for not updating you earlier but after I published the last set I started working a revamp for my tumblr to look more professional and to feature all my downloads in one place. I thought since I work in the field I could put together something. Well, don't look yet because it isn't updated yet, I still have a lot to work on it. But step by step it will be done hopefully, and you can easily download everything because on Patreon it's so annoying to scroll to oblivion.

Since I worked on the web design last weekend I only started doing the new set a couple of days ago and I've been doing modeling, UV etc. up until now. These are the first items I could finally see in game and as a visual person I need to see something to motivate me that what I'm working on for days not gonna turn out trash. :D

As I said earlier this set is gonna be something I think will go well with the new expansion pack. Ever since I made Baker's Kitchen last year I wanted to do a proper bakery collection but I was really excited that time to start creating and wanted to try ot different things so I never got to do it. I couldn't let it go though so I thought this would be perfect for the start of the spring. Also someone suggested a similar idea on tumblr and I was like, yeah this could be interesting.

I don't want to repeat myself so this set will look different and more focused on sweets and cakes and the community lot aspect of it. Also I think I learned a lot since those earlier sets too.

This may will be separated into two sets because I want to focus on the guest area (tables, chairs etc. ) and the baker area (baking clutter, trays etc.) as well. My inspiration came from the japandi style and its elegance but I want to bring in nature and flowers.

These kitchen islands are not finished because I have to do the top still but I wanted to show you something because I like the communication and being here with you. I tried to design these to be a full kitchen and be usable on residential lots as well. I'll add cabinets too and of course the counters. I hope you'll like this because I'm really excited to finally step away a little from the cabin theme. Although this seems modern at first glance I want to add charm and personality with clutter and as I mentioned flowers!

Sorry for the long post this happens when we meet rarely. :D So much happens in a week, we reached 14 000 followers! We're halfway to 15 000. Thank you so so much! I appreciate every one of you!

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

The Sweetest Sanguine, Prologue

Vampire!Arthur Morgan x Modern!Female Reader.

Summary: As a bartender putting yourself through grad school, you never thought your life would get more exciting in the college town of Rhodes...until you meet a certain man of the...undead variety. Word Count: 1,637 Warnings: Mature themes such as cursing, violence, blood, and smut. A/N: Here's the beginning of the revamped Vampire!Arthur series. I'm very excited to get this one off the ground! | Next Chapter >>

11:57 pm.

If there was one thing that you could say about Arthur Morgan, was that he was a romantic at heart. 

He held you in his arms, worshipping you, your body, your very soul. It was as if his entire world revolved around you, and only you. 

His lips caressed yours, devouring your mouth in a sensual kiss that left you breathless. His hands trapped you to his body, your soft curves molding to his hard angles. 

Your own hands explored every surface within your reach. His soft hair, his broad shoulders, the expanse of his back. Everything about him was...strength, power, a force of nature. Since you learned his secret, your better senses told you time and time again to run. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not when he treated you like a goddess. Not when everything about him was so alluring. 

You bit his bottom lip, dragging it slightly as you parted the kiss for a breath of air. Your hands were gripping the shirt he wore, tugging it off without hesitation. His blue eyes smoldered in the moonlight streaming into your bedroom window, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

“Eager, sweetheart?” he asked with a chuckle, his hand reaching to caress your cheek. 

A smile tugged at your mouth. “Maybe,” you responded, placing your hands on his chest and pushed him. 

Well, more like he gave to your pressure. He lay back onto the plush comforter and soft pillows, to which you straddled his hips. His cool hands rested along your bare thighs, gaze never leaving your face. 

Your one palm remained against his chest, above the still heart that hadn’t beat in over a century. Sliding it down, you could feel every ridge of muscle, marveling at how they flexed at your touch. His abdomen rose in a deep breath when you paused below his navel, just at the waistband of his jeans. 

He smoothed his hands against your thighs, thumbs swiping the warm inner skin, close to your heat. You bit your lip in anticipation, a flush crowding your cheeks as you unzipped his jeans. His arousal barely concealed by his clothing peeked through, just as those lingering hands of his skated underneath your shirt. 

The stark difference in temperature made you twitch in surprise, before the sudden feel of it melted into one of soothing pleasure when he gently squeezed your breasts. Your nipples budded between his fingers, the tips rolling against the peaked flesh. 

With minimal effort you freed him of his confines, his length standing ready and waiting. You wrapped your hand around him, pleasantly surprised by his girth. Slowly you stroked him from root to tip, earning a low groan from him. 

A smile formed as you continued, thoroughly enjoying the way his eyelids fluttered, and his breath hitched from your touch alone. The sight sparked a deeper heat in your core, unfurling and growing with need. And as if he read your mind, one hand skimmed back down your belly to between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties the only barrier between his thumb and your clit. 

He pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your toes to curl and your grip on him to tighten. You sighed out his name, hips twitching in search of more friction. Seconds passed before his hand met your skin again, granting you the pleasure you needed. 

But the ache wouldn’t be satisfied by his fingers alone. You wanted him, needed him. And from the way his half-lidded stare met yours, the feeling was mutual. 

His lips parted, and in a split second the tips of elongated canines were noticeable. The sight made your heart skip a beat, stirring an instinct that told you to flee for safety. But you quelled it, knowing he would never hurt you on purpose. 

Gaze meeting yours, his ministrations slowed but didn’t stop. His expression softened as he sat up, removing his other hand from your shirt to cup your cheek again. “You nervous?” 

You stared at him for a split second, momentarily distracted by the pulses of pleasure still spreading through your body. His words made sense, he was, for all intents and purposes, a predator. You should be nervous, even he himself said it many times since your first encounter with him. 

But he’s been nothing but kind and gentle to you. Always asked if things were okay before proceeding with anything. To hold your hand, to touch, to kiss… 

And you wanted him from day one. 

“No,” you answered, although your heart rate picked up with the anticipation. Your free hand raised to his mouth, fingers gently grazing his fangs. He parted his lips further to allow you the exploration. The edges felt sharp, and if you pressed harder, you’d for sure puncture the skin. 

“I can hear your heart racin’,” he spoke quietly, reaching to gently grasp your wrist. “You don’t gotta do this.” 

“I want to,” you affirmed, twisting your hand along his length. You smiled as his head tilted back, face slack. “I won’t back down now.” 

Arthur breathed in deeply, leveling those gorgeous eyes with yours. “You tryna undo me?” 

You giggled softly. “Arthur, if I wanted to do that, I’d be on my knees and taking you in my mouth, sucking YOU dry.” 

His eyes flared at your words. “Not that I’d complain ‘bout that,” he groaned, the finder at your core sliding through your folds to find home in your entrance. The invasion was welcoming, and your muscles clenched. “God damn,” he breathed. “You’re…ready.” 

Another flush crept across your face, although there was no need to feel shy. He wanted this as much as you did, and you ground against his hand. “I am,” you moaned. “Don’t make me wait.” 

You could feel his hand spasm underneath you, and the desperation flitted across his face, before being replaced with a look of…what you could only describe as hunger. He moved his hand to your underwear, shoving it aside while his other hand pushed his jeans down further. He then guided you to hover over him, and then you sunk down, the head of his dick parting your inner walls until you were fully seated upon him. 

There was a moment of silence, you allowing to adjust to the fullness, and him…his fingers pressed hard in the flesh of your hips. Every muscle in his body was tense, as if ready to snap. But he waited for you, fixated on your face for any signs of unease or pain. 

But there was none. Once the initial stretch settled, your body waited for more. You rolled your hips, allowing every inch of him to caress you. And the moan he uttered…decadent. 

Your rhythm picked up, rolling and bucking against him slow and deep, the pleasure even more intense with each movement. A swear slid from his lips as he began to match your movement, a roaming hand once again disappearing under your shirt. Your arms wrapped around his neck for extra leverage while he toyed with your breasts. He leaned forward and placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck, the graze of his fangs against your heated skin caused you to jolt. The heady arousal and anxious anticipation mixed, and you moaned his name. 

Fingers curled into your hair when he moved to crush his lips to yours. It was sloppy, all tongue and teeth and heavy breaths. Even with those razor-sharp canines, he was careful to not puncture your tongue, even the thought of him sucking blood directly from your mouth sent a shiver down your spine. 

A cool finger danced across your clit, igniting you even further. You gasped into his mouth, arching your back against his solid torso. Every part of you was on fire, and an all too familiar sensation coiled deep in your belly. 

“Arthur,” you mewled. “I’m gonna cum!” 

He was relentless then, moving faster than what you thought was humanly possible, fiddling you like a well-practiced instrument while he thrust up. Within seconds you imploded in a wave of pure pleasure, and your cries were swallowed by his kisses. 

As you came down, he leaned forward, his weight pushing you down to the bed. Your legs wrapped around his waist to keep from separating. Somehow, he didn’t stop his hips from grinding against yours, though had slowed significantly when he caged you between his arms. 

Those eyes were gleaming in the moonlight with an expression of awe. He smiled down at you, reaching to caress your face. His features grew serious, even when he was still moving in and out of you. 

“Last chance to get outta this,” he murmured. “You sure?” 

You nodded, knowing he wasn’t talking about sex. 

He was silent for a moment. “I…ain’t gonna feed on anyone else then. You okay with that?” 

Again, you nodded. He’d explained this to you before, that in vampire and human relationships, the act of taking blood was exclusive between the two unless absolutely necessary. It was an intimate act, based on love and trust. And even if the concept scared you a little, you absolutely trusted Arthur. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” 

Arthur smiled again, one full of…relief. He dipped his head and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and whispered, “It’ll hurt for a second, no more.” 

“I trust you.” 

You heard his intake of breath then, as if he were shocked at your words. But his actions said otherwise, as he placed sweet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, against your pulse point. His rhythm deepened then, and your mind was quickly diverted to the pleasure he elicited. Your back arched again, sighing out your pleasure as the fangs grazed against your skin. 

And then, he struck. 

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[olderthannetfic]

I don't like the Disney LA's. Don't really need to go into it, everything has been said. But here's the thing I don't get. Why the fuck isn't Disney at least redoing their "worst" movies, I don't even mean for 100% accuracies sake either, but like Pocahontas. Either do a proper retelling, probably too dark, or do a revamp, give some Native American indigenous people the chance to make their own fantasy retelling of their own folk lore or a fusion between reality and fantasy. Like, sure some people love the movie. Right. But this is a case where the LA would give the people a chance to fucking break free of the colonialist and whitewashing of history, and the plight of the indigenous.

Or even redo the Frog Princess movie, because even though it had some good points, a lot of people had issues with how certain parts where handled, and how the story played out.

Nope, let's do movies where people preferred the original, and where it shows how little of a shit you give about actual diversity and giving people roles that are wholly their own. Where you're doing a less exciting and much more boring version of the original. (I know HTTYD isn't Disney, but that's also an example, why the fuck make a shot for shot remake with boring ass real life humans, when the original was good enough already? Just so people can abuse the poor actors? Thanks you fucksticks.)

(I'm not gonna go deeper into that either, because there was a submission last year that specifically pointed out that just because you reskin a European fairy tale, doesn't make it not European, or smth. And that there's nothing stopping Disney from actually adapting an actual cultural fairy tale from outside Europe, especially since there are culture specific variations of different fairy tales in other places, I think one example given was Cinderella, which also has a Vietnamese version and so on.)

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Money.

The reason they do or don't do these things is money.

[allieebobo]

Monsoon Games: Vision for the Future

Hi everyone!

As you may know, November is coming up, and that marks the 2-year anniversary of writing CT:OS and Merry Crisis part-time!

I have big dreams for where to take Monsoon Games next! A little about me: I'm a full-time urban planner, but I'm considering taking a 1 year break in 2026 to see some of my game ideas to fruition. I want to know how viable this is, and what you guys are interested in, to best plot out my next steps. 

I've created a google form to better understand what to prioritize and what next steps are viable for the next 2 years.

If you're a coder/programmer or artist and excited to find out more about collaborating, I'd be really interested to share more about the project(s) and discuss!

(For more information on the roadmap I've got in mind, click here. For more information about some of the projects I'm interested in pursuing in the future, click here.)

Click read more to also read the revamped 'mission statement' for Monsoon Games - but it's also updated in the current pinned post!

Monsoon Games is a small indie game studio that creates story-rich, character-driven games. We want our games to create a cozy space that feels like home - in all its varied and unexpected forms.

We are passionate about making games that tell diverse stories and experiences, feature strong, memorable characters, and most of all, create moments that are both heartwarming and thought-provoking.

Whether it’s exploring the rollercoaster of navigating life as a college varsity athlete (College Tennis: Origin Story), or the bittersweet struggle to figure out where ‘home’ is after a messy breakup (Merry Crisis) - or quietly carving out a new life as a diner-owner on a distant moon (Space Diner-WIP), our games invite players into rich, unique worlds full of colorful, diverse characters.

[seeminglydark]

Prom Night: Special Edition for Thoughtbubble

I'm SO happy with the revamped cover for the new print version of PN! For those of you who don't know, this was my first printed comic ever, a tropey horror short featuring teenage Caro as Carrie Greensburo, Henderson High's Prom Queen, and John as Hurricane Sully O'Sullivan, all around delinquent and trouble maker. I wrote and drew the original in about two weeks which is insane, and it holds a very special place in my heart, and also features Caro's Coming Out moment, because of course the best time to come out to your neighbor is when you're being chased by monsters in a corny B-flick.

I wanted to give this story the care it deserves that I didnt have the time to do back when i made it, so I've been fixing up some panels and adding some small context pages to flesh the story out juuuuust a little bit, so of course, it needed a new special edition cover, and here we are! I love the original cover, but its really cool to see where my style has taken me since then, and I'm excited I could make it look more like the cheesy horror movie poster it was meant to be. I cant wait to get these printed!

Heres some links to context for the comic and other posts for it!

Coming Out Caro, Cute Continuation

Teaser and Links to read for the original version

[diabolica45]

I've Cooked!

The quality of the dish remains to be seen... but we're not going out to eat!

I'm revamping and changing up a bunch of plot points in "Don't Save Her", to make it flow better, and to better personalize the Reader character. You can also check it out on AO3 - I'm Diabolica45!

Chapter 1: Homelander Versus

Homelander watched from the top of the stairs as New York's finest milled about below, the anticipation of tonight's events nearly tangible to his enhanced senses. They were excited, he noted with vague distaste, for the New Year. Ready for fresh opportunities to mingle,  to rub elbows with fancier people. It was better than what ordinary people did, he conceded, smirking as Stan courted a gaggle of senators; better than believing the lie of this year being any different than the previous one. 

Still, though, he thought, where the elites had succeeded in avoiding one trap, they fell prey to another. At the top of the food chain, Homelander knew, better than any of them, that their pursuits - the hobnobbing, the wheeling and dealing - were just as worthless as striving to do cardio three days a week. Some of them, he thought, knew better. And yet... they dove back in, nonetheless. It was a Chanel and Dior scented rat king, any taste of decadence long since evaporated - but to be denied entry to it was unacceptable. Homelander cleared his throat, and descended the stairs, holding his hand out for Maeve.

Maeve smiled softly as she took his hand - but found the gaze of the cameras as they made their way down, effectively avoiding his eye. Tactful, he snorted. "PR says we should look at each other, dearest..." Homelander muttered under his breath. The flash of the cameras lit his blue eyes to a near white. Maeve beamed for the cameras regardless, subtly angling herself toward NSNBC's crew - away from him. "PR's the least of your worries," she breathed, tossing her hair perfectly at another camerman. The shutters clicked furiously, highlighting the auburn wave of her hair. He felt his eyelid twitch. She'd promised not to humiliate him in public.

And, of course, she was right. PR was the least of his worries. Between the recent scandal Vought was embroiled in - an embezzlement lawsuit, how crude - his slowly declining percentages in the polls, and Maeve's disinterest, which even the tabloids were beginning to notice, Homelander had his choice of topics to ruminate on. But, still, the thought came, wheedling and, God help him, desperate: Would it kill her to try? To look at him?

They'd made their way to the bottom of the stairs, and, like clockwork, Maeve found the ear of some influencer with a microphone to talk to, blathering on about resolutions, thanking them for coming. Maybe it would kill her. Maybe it would kill him, too. Homelander parted the crowd in the opposite direction, detirmined not to follow her.

She'd been like this for who knows how long, Homelander stewed, making his way to VNN's camera crew. Truthfully, he couldn't pinpoint when it had all gone sour. Had it been after the last botched save? An interview gone awry? Maeve had sworn to him that she didn't care about these things - that the media machine was just a means to an end. He knew she'd meant it; her own lackluster performance was testament to that, Homelander sniped, lips quirking into a smirk. Her points sank faster than his on average - but then again, they were liable to shoot right back up, after an event like this, with her sober, glossy, poured into a deep burgundy dress that hugged her body in all the right ways... But if the game wasn't what mattered - if that wasn't why she jerked away from him, even in private - then what? 

"Homelander! Homelander, over here!" a reporter clamored for his attention. Homelander snapped out of his reverie, training his gaze onto the man, a dark satisfaction rising in him at the sound of the instant race of his pulse. Maeve was wrong; this was what it was all about.  Quickly, the reporter steeled himself, raising his mic to Homelander's face. "Homelander, this has been an eventful year, wouldn't you say? What was the best part of it all, in your opinion?" 

Homelander took a brief moment to consider, though the pre-discussed points PR had drilled into him echoed in his mind.

Working With Toys For Tots. Christening the babies last June. Being the Most Requested Supe for the Make A Wish Foundation. Anything to do with children; they were good for points. Everyone loves a family man.

Do not, under any circumstances, bring up personal points. 

"Well," Homelander started, taking hold of the mic, "I'd have to say... any moment with my better half here," he said - and, with that, he plucked Maeve out of the conversation she was nestled in, wrapping an arm around her waist. She quickly fixed her mouth into a smile, holding a hand to her heart. "Oh, you," she grinned. Homelander held her closer.

She almost seemed genuine, if he squinted. 

"This whole year has been the best, thanks to this one - but, if I can tell you something... I've been more excited for midnight than anything else." He winked then, sending the crowd around them swooning, the chorus of 'oohs' breathy and reverent, before they left, chasing the next soundbite. Maeve smiled again. Homelander watched the muscles around her mouth twitch.

This wouldn't be so hard if she'd just play along...

Was he really so unlovable?

The question lingered, unwelcome, in his mind - before, as if on cue, a voice rang out, cutting through the darkened tangle of his thoughts.

"Your 'better half'?" it teased. "What about me?"

A slender hand curled around Homelander's forearm, and the scent of amber wove around his brain. Homelander smiled, genuinely, and turned to look.

Madelyn gracefully disentangled Maeve from Homelander's grasp, watching with a slight smirk as she danced off. She was wearing a sparkly black number, her hair curled to perfectly frame either side of her face. 

"She's making this difficult," Homelander pouted, looking after Maeve's retreating figure. She had her back to the two of them, and had moved further out, to ensure she wouldn't be grabbed, at least until midnight. Madelyn patted his hand, frowning sympathetically.

"I know, dear," she said. "But, you're doing all you can, at the very least. That's what matters."

"I just... I'm trying," Homelander sighed. He leaned in to whisper now, making sure no cameras watched, before taking her hand for a brief moment.

"She knows I am! But she just keeps... keeps... making it so hard to keep on. Like - you remember when she wouldn't hold my hand at the premiere of Troubled Waters II? It was embarrassing!"

Madelyn sighed as well now, quirking her lip as she thought. Homelander always loved that expression; the muscles underneath her skin created the cutest little shapes; little squiggles and wobbly patterns - once, if he squinted, a heart. She looked up at him, and furrowed her brow.

"What did I say about X-raying me," she said, raising a brow. Homelander looked away, slightly abashed. "Sorry," he said, smiling. 

"Anyway..." Madelyn continued, "Maeve is... complicated... but at the end of the day, she's still a woman. Your woman, no matter what she might have to say about it. You've got to make her miss you. Pull away a bit - let her reach. She doesn't like to be fed - she likes to hunt." Homelander frowned.

"But I've done that!" he said petulantly. "She didn't call. She didn't write! She seemed glad!" 

Madelyn swirled her drink in her hand as she deliberated, before taking a sip.

"Maybe, then..." she said, giving him a sly smile, "you should stop worrying about Maeve, and focus on women who invite your attention. Hmm?" Taking his hand in hers, she led him to the dance floor, just as the band began to play. Homelander tried to hold his pout.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Madelyn teased; her smile was rueful again. Homelander rolled his eyes, but his frown gave way to a small smile in turn, and he took his place with her on the floor.

With Madelyn in his arms, he felt... not whole, but at least... not as broken. Certainly not as hollow as it would feel to be holding Maeve - but he wasn't thinking about Maeve, Homelander reminded himself. He looked down into Madelyn's face, and, noticing the light dusting of rouge across her cheeks, furrowed his brow.

"You don't wear makeup," he said, puzzled. Madelyn met his glance with a sly one of her own, tilting her head. "I'm not," she countered innocently. "Rouge doesn't count."

She leaned in then, slightly tightening her grip on his arm. "That's not the only thing I'm not wearing," she whispered. Homelander raised a brow. "Meet me on the balcony after midnight," she murmured.

Well. That was more like it, he thought, his mouth curving into a smile. If he squinted, if he tilted his head just so... it almost felt real. Almost.

"You can't go - you promised thirty more minutes! At least until midnight!"

"But New Years is on a Tuesday! You can't expect me -"

" Thirrrttyyy more minutes! Then, you can go slliink back home, an' work - an' work on your revolutions, or whatever." You looked at your assistant, politely exasperated - before sighing and patting her hand, chuckling when she snatched up yours instead. "Resolutions, Alicia. I'm going to go home and work on my resolutions. Even I can't plot a revolution in an evening," you say as good naturedly as you can.

"Same thing," she slurred, conducting you ike a wayward train, around the bar crawl you hadn't found a reasonable excuse to dodge in time.

Of course she meant well... you thought as Alicia lead you to the next bar, with you in one hand, heels in the other - but night like these never had the effect your co-worker seemed to have in mind. Being draffed out to bars on work nights only made you antsy - but, despite your no-nonsense demeanor, you never found the will to stand up, and tell her that you would rather die than go out to a bar, holiday or otherwise. 

You checked your phone again, fidgeting in place as you entered the bar. It was still only 11:45 - but, it seemed that, in her haste to keep you from leaving, Alicia had chosen the wrong bar. She'd meant for the loud, overpacked place next door, you were sure... but this bar was a place you might have visited organically. The lighting was dim, with faint house music playing from the ceiling speakers; the walls, you noted with surprise, even lined with climbing ivy. You nodded approvingly, though Alicia edged towards the door, disappointment clear on her face. 

"Wait a minute," you said, striding towards the bar, "I kind of like this one." Alicia groaned, though part of you felt slightly vindicated at dampening her spirits. Now both of you were annoyed. Her New Years was soured, too.

You sat at the bar, ordered an old fashioned, and watched as Alicia busied herself with the menu; she whined lightly when you plucked it out of her hands, and ducked her head when you raised a brow. "It is still a Tuesday," you said, voice matronly, "and I know for a fact that your presentation needs more work. Let's not get sloppy." Alicia rolled her eyes, but laid her head on your shoulder, conceding.

"Why can't you be a cool mom?" she slurred, settling her head into your lap. "Sso bossy..."

You absentmindedly played with her hair, smoothing down the errant baby hairs that framed her face. Not unaffectionately, you smiled down at her.

"You love it," you said, chuckling when she sighed. 

"I love it..." she repeated, her voice dipping as she closed her eyes.

The two of you sat there, you with your drink in hand, Alicia and her hair tumbled over your lap - when a loud bang had the both of you whipping your heads around in the opposite direction. You caught sight of the creator of the commotion - and groaned, while Alicia immediately perked up, phone at the ready.

It was one of your main stressors at work - arguably, the reason your entire department received funding at all: a beligerent Supe, flying off the handle at the cruel realization that the world did not, actually, bend to his whims. In fact, in terms of Supes you had bones to pick with, he was top contender - one that had borne so many complaints and investigations that he practically had a wing of files dedicated to him.

"Hey! Don't leave when I'm talking to you!"

The Deep.

He was gesticulating wildly at the woman seated across from him, face curled up in rage, as she collected her purs and phone, clearly in the process of leaving this date. But Deep wasn't having it; he slammed his hand onto the table again, wincing when his palm connected with a shard of glass - he'd broken his glass in his first outburst, and hadn't realized. You felt your mouth turn up into a smirk as the first droplets of blood began to bloom.

Interesting. You'd thought Supes were invulnerable. You fished through your bag, and made a note, while Alicia continued recording, her sprawled position across her lap acting as cover.

The bartender heaved a heavy sigh, making his way to Deep, but the Supe had his hands raised, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, alright. There's no need to - hey, stop! I said there's no need to get TMZ! I'm leaving! Okay?"

He tried his hand at an abashed smile, looking in the crowd of wide eyed patrons for a sympathetic ear. "Women - right? I take her out to this fancy bar, and she - okay! I'm going!" Muttering to himself, he snagged the cloth napkin from the table and wrapped it around his hand, before loping out the door, head hanged. You chuckled; he'd tripped on the rug on his way out, to a chorus of shuttering cameras. It seemed the bartender had called TMZ, anyway. Good.

"I thought the Seven were supposed to be at Times Square ..." Alicia mumbled, watching as Deep slammed his coat into the door of his cab and sped away. 

"They changed it to the St. Regis," you replied, watching the paparazzi disperse in his wake. "Maybe they couldn't book the time slot this year," you mused. 

"With antics like that, I'm not surprised," Alicia said, raising a brow. You chuckled. Alicia was almost pleasant to be around when she was like this; when she was in her element, instead of trying to play matchmaker, or hostess - or any of the other hats she wore that didn't spell out "Investigator". It was hard to square her away in your mind, sometimes - often, you just relegated her to the role of childish assistant in your mind... but, as if she knew what you were thinking, she surpised you. See, she seemed to say. You've got me all wrong. You don't have to treat me like a child. 

"Where's the bathroom," she said suddenly, interrupting your thoughts. She lurched from your lap and steaded her hands on the bar. "I think I'm going to be sick."

You sighed. Maybe you hadn't been wrong. "Let me walk you," you said, gingerly taking her arm, and leading her to the stalls. 

"Thanks, Mom," she hiccupped, her heels clacking in your hands.

Homelander dashed over to Maeve as the clock lurched one minute to midnight. "Sorry - gotta steal this one real quick," he told the gaggle of paparazzi, winking and grinning into their lens of their cameras. 

"Homelander - "

"You promised."

Maeve scoffed. "I'm getting tired of you just snatching me up -"

"Because you keep running!"

Homelander took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. That had sounded… desperate.

He culed his lip, disgusted, before closing his eyes, hard, and opening them to reveal a practiced resolve. He set his jaw, and stared Maeve down.

"You promised."

Maeve paused, her brow creased, before she nodded, head bowed, and sighed, offering her hand to him.

"Fine. But we're not staying longer than we have to."

"Fine," Homelander agreed, his spirits brightened. Taking Maeve into his arms, he bounded to the rooftop, where the rest of the party awaited, and the giant clock counted the seconds down.

The crowd cheered upon seeing them enter, and Homelander beamed, rising in the air as they all counted, climbing higher and higher until Maeve grabbed at his arm.

"Five!"

"This is high enough; I told you, it's cold."

"Four!"

"I want to get us centered with the Moon. Come on. Live a little."

"Three!"

Maeve rolled her eyes. Homelander shifted her in his arms, looking her over with a furrowed brow.

"Two!"

"Maeve... please?"

The world beneath them seemed to hold its breath as Maeve weighed his words in her mind; Homelander raised his brows, looking expectant.

"One!"

 He leaned in, tasting her resignation in the frigid New York air - and Maeve let her eyes slide closed, as she took his face in her hands. When it was like this - when she couldn't see him, could only feel the structure of his face - she could almost pretend that he was still the man she knew, one who she wouldn't have spent the entire night ducking and hiding from. She slid closer to him, his grip secure against her body, and pressed her lips to his, just as the clock chimed midnight.

"Happy New Year!"

Homelander cupped her face in his hand, smiling against her mouth - but before he could deepen their embrace, she nudged him with her elbow, and pulled away. But Homelander wasn't finished. He drew back, boyish smile still faint on his lips, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Happy New Year, Maggie."

Maeve held back her wince at the use of her real name.  She did promise, after all.

"Happy New Year... John."

Homelander smiled softly, and pecked her on the cheek - and, satisfied, lowered them back down to the ground. 

Alicia wretched as volley after volley of vomit surged up her throat. You sighed,  rubbed comforting circles into her back, your hushed murmur interspersed with the endless spray of upchuck. 

"Oh, Alicia..." you fretted, holding her hair back. "I told you not to go for the Peach Schnapps..."

"I wanted to see if I could handle them this time! It's not -" she vomited again, cutting herself off. You winced, standing to refill her water at the sink. She took it gratefully, wiping her mouth.

"Thanks."

"It's not stupid," she started again, "it's... scientific." 

At this, you had to laugh. She was only two years your junior... but sometimes, she really did feel more like a daughter than an assistant. But perhaps you'd been the same when you first started out. This year, you thought, you'd try a little harder to be less condescending towards her - even if her actions did warrant it.

"I'll be sure to alert Bill Nye," you said dryly. That, you told yourself, wasn't entirely fair; she had asked for that one. After this, you'd stop. Maybe.

Alicia fished through her bag, whining loudly as she checked the time. "Oh, noo! We missed the countdown! I'm sorry..." she pouted as you rose to your feet, and offered her your hand.

"It's alright," you said. "Just... don't die within the next 365 days, and we can try again next year." She took your hand, and fixed herself in the mirror.

"I would never," she said with mock seriousness. "There's so many places I have to drag you to! Did you know they're opening up a crepe shop right next to the office?"

You smiled in spite of yourself. "That sounds dreadful," you teased. "I'll be sure to find an excuse not to go."

"Oh, shut up..." Alicia mumbled, pulling you into a hug. The action shocked you into stillness; her tight embrace sending the breath from your lungs in a great whoosh. "I know you're lonelier than you let on."

You opened your mouth, trying to think of something to say - but found yourself at a loss. You tried again, only to come up blank - and so you patted her back once more, before leading the two of you back out, into the bar.

"I think you should resolve for a Dry January," you said finally - but she'd already won the exchange, you both knew. Alicia gave you a rueful expression and laughed. 

"Whatever. Happy New Year. Stop being an old crone."

"Happy New Year. I wouldn't bet on it."

[foldingfittedsheets]

An FAQ!

Does your ask tag stand for "Folding Fitted Sheets" or "For Fuck's Sake"?

Both! I had been using the handle Foldingfittedsheets for a long time and someone shortened it to FFS and I immediately realized that it was hilarious. All ways of reading it are valid.

Before asking a bed question:

Here’s my helpful guide, I may have covered your question already. There’s also a “bed talk” tag full of info and advice!

Before asking a sex ed question:

Here’s my other helpful guide! Includes lube tips etc.

Can you actually fold a fitted sheet?

No. I thought it was a funny handle that was easy to say and hard to do. A metaphor for life being messy and complicated. A task that you can only ever try your best at although failure in inevitable.

When I moved in with my beloved I packed the linen closet and told them that I didn't know if we'd have enough room. They spent a day refolding everything beautifully and it took up a third of the closet. So some people are just built different.

Have you seen this guide on how to fold them??? It's easy!

I am content at my current levels of adequacy and would prefer to spend my time on other pursuits. Thank you for thinking of me, but I'm good.

Will you put a read more on comics?

No. I have tried to put out comics under read more cuts and they do not get the same traction. It's also unfair to ask me to change how I present my work. No one will ever have to scroll through them as much as me and I promise it's never more than 30 seconds which does not feel unreasonable.

Tumblr has a setting that will automatically shorten long posts, and I have provided a tag "do you love the color of the comic" so that you can take initiative to reduce the space they take up. You can also block the new individual comic tag after you’ve read it to stop seeing repeats.

Comics take months of my time to produce and I reblog them a lot when they first launch because I'm excited to share something that I worked really hard on.

I won't be offended if you unfollow me, but I will if you ask me to cater to your sensibilities on how long my art should be.

Will you reblog my mutual aid post?

I’m sorry, but no. If I don’t know you I don’t have the time to check for scams and Tumblr just really isn’t the best platform to ask for help if you’re in dire straits.

If you send a link to a gofundme I’m gonna block you. It’s not personal but I have no time to sift through what’s legitimate or not and I’ll assume you’re a scammer who did not read this.

Why don’t you have lesbian flags?

I prefer the rainbow and I have very negative connotations with it, which I talk about more here.

Why are all the ace flag creatures sleepy?

An ace friend loved the ace dragon in the first set and said, “It’s sleepy like my sexuality!” I thought that was very cute and when I did gryphons I made them sleepy too. I’ve since gotten a lot of really cute comments on how much people liked the sleepy ace creechurs.

When I went through and revamped the unicorns I noticed the ace unicorn wasn’t sleepy. I made a poll to ask if I should switch it to be consistent with the dragons and gryphons. It was an overwhelming yes so now all the ace creatures are sleepy.

[sunflowerrosewood]

First Thoughts of You ~ Stardew Valley Bachelorettes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

These are their first thoughts when they met you and when they began to fall for you...

~~~

Haley

"I'm surprised someone came out into the forest. They seem new. They were picking up something. They introduced themselves as the new farmer. They seem okay. I want to go back to taking photos."

🩷

"The farmer was coming by today. They had a present for my birthday. I was surprised to see a pink cake. My heart skipped a beat. I can't help but want to see the farmer. I want to be with them."

Maru

"I met the farmer today near the house. Dad was talking about the new farmer earlier today. He didn't want me to delve from my studies. They still seem rather interesting. They are not just a normal farmer."

🩷

"The farmer came by today and I felt my heart jump for joy. I was excited to tell them about my invention. They also love science and love to ask questions about my projects. I show them everything. I miss days when they don't visit me. Usually they are in the mines or working but I do worry about them."

Penny

"The farmer came by while I was reading and they seemed nice. They were asking about what I was reading and who I was. They introduced themselves. I remember Mayor Lewis talking about them. I found myself wanting to know more."

🩷

"The farmer came by the museum when I took Jas and Vincent outside. They wanted to check on me since they hadn't come by in a few days. I felt my heart skip a beat. They have such a bright smile. I would love to help take care of the farm for them. Do they think the same of me?"

Abigail

"The new farmer came by dad's shop and was buying new crop seeds. They introduced themselves to me and to me, they seemed cool. Mom discussed they would be new so I wonder how they will be here in our town."

🩷

"The farmer always seems to have amethyst for me during the week. It's nice they think about me with their tasks. Mom teases me that I like them. My heart races when I see them around and they say hello. But I do not know if they want the same..."

Leah

"I was on my way to the saloon and ran into the new farmer. They immediately introduced themselves to me and I said hello. They seemed to be gathering items around the town. They do seem interesting."

🩷

"The farmer came by to give me wine from their farm. They were making strawberry wine. I look forward to when they bring me this gift. It usually begins conversations of how we're doing and my art. I gave them a piece and they have it in their house. My heart feels elated that they did that for me. Do they care for me like I do for them?"

Emily

"I met the farmer rummaging through the trash. They apologized as they ran into the trash can. I pretended to not notice them pick up the bread. They introduced themselves to me and I did the same. They seem rather unusual but kind."

🩷

"The farmer came by the saloon today. They brought me an emerald they found in the farm. I got so excited that I was bouncing up and down. They called me cute and was glad I was excited. I felt my heart race and I thanked them. They left soon after and Gus teased me of my feelings for them. Even if I do have feelings for them, do they feel the same?

[heatherfranzen]

HELLO

I'M BACK

So much has happened this summer (I finished grad school! I moved halfway across the country!) and I'm trying to get back into a routine that involves having a life again: reading books, watching movies, playing video games, and, of course, drawing and painting again.

I am currently revamping my website. For many years, my website was solely a professional portfolio and shop. White background, simple links, zero personality. Purely a hub to point to my social medias, where all the fun stuff was. I hated going to my own website because it was boring and uninspiring.

Last year, I made a neocities account and learned HTML/CSS for fun. I became obsessed after realizing how much more exciting it is to NOT have a bland, minimalist, corporate-esque website. I love exploring everyone's fun neocities sites, which are nostalgic and truly personalized. It made me hate my old website even more. Then I had a big brain moment: incorporate the fun elements of my neocities site into my website. LOOK AT IT NOW. There is COLOR. Silly fonts. There is a pixelated space background. Tiny gifs sprinkled about!

I will be actually be maintaining my website's blog. That's where the main, long-form content of all my art-making will live. Social media will just get snippets of that content. I do think there is a way to connect Tumblr to my blog so that whatever I post there will be posted here, too, but I haven't tried it yet.

Anyway, Hello Hello Hello Tumblr!