#oc is not mine ofc

[cardo-de-comer]

10/10 - "all is gone, none is won"

[cobaltfluff]

competitive aquarium date

bonus: the night before

[myokk]

Hi! I'm still feral for these two, would you mind giving us some art of them in their later years together!?

Hello angel!!!!

Sorry it’s taken so long to respond🫶🫶 but I wanted to draw some new art for this ask💓

We have: Sebastian and Eloise trying out their new fancy camera with a selfie, pictures of them with their daughter, and finally…idk I just always felt like this drawing is when they’re a bit older💓

I want to take this ask as an opportunity as well to talk a little about how I imagine their future (I have no chill & you can ignore this and just enjoy the art if you want😇).

I am a COMPLETE pantser - I never know how a chapter’s going to end when I start writing it (I always just have a few scenes I know I need to include to keep the plot moving forward). Although I have different *big* scenes I’m always writing towards, and themes/plot elements I’m always foreshadowing (shout out to @elliecutte for catching *almost* all of my hints and appreciating my general no chill😆), IM STILL NOT 100% SURE HOW I WILL END THINGS !!! 😳 I have a lot of endings I see as possible, and I think soon it will become more clear to me what will work the best💓

HAPPY ENDING:

Eloise and Sebastian become Unspeakables. I have a LOT of thoughts on this profession that could be its OWN post, and I feel like Unspeakables are generally specialized in one or two departments, but as their interests/research change they also change.

Eloise becomes an Unspeakable in the Mind and Death departments, with the occasional foray into Time. Her ancient magic is connected with all of these things (my version of AM is NOT like the game) & the Department of Mysteries is one of the only places that gives her any useful information about these things. Plus she thinks too much (it IS her hobby after all😆💓) and is very introverted so a hermit job like this is a perfect fit.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable as well, but I feel like it takes him a long time to specialize in anything, if he ever does. I just feel like becoming an Unspeakable is the adult equivalent of sneaking into the Restricted Section🥹🫶

They grow old together (I won’t explain TOO much) & have a lovely little family🥹 at least one daughter that they both dote on. Sebastian had an amazing childhood (idyllic until it wasn’t), and wants to give his daughter the same, and Eloise works hard to make sure their daughter feels the love that she never had growing up🥺

When Sirius is burned off the family tree, Eloise and Sebastian take him in🥹🫶 (they’re like 100 years old but WIZARDS LIVE LONGER…) The same happened to her all those years ago, and she wants him to know that his whole family hasn’t abandoned him.

Eloise LOVED her nieces - Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa - when they were younger, but as Voldemort becomes more powerful & people realize WHAT he’s doing, she has to separate herself from them. Her heart breaks seeing Bellatrix go mad, and seeing Narcissa engaged to a Malfoy out of obligation😔 (iykyk)

I haven’t thought any more about happy ending but I think it’s fun to think about how their future story might weave in with the actual canon events, ESPECIALLY since Eloise is a Black🥹💓

SAD ENDING:

After Sebastian gets his hands on Slytherin’s relic, it really starts to consume him and makes him even MORE obsessive than his natural tendencies - I imagine it similarly “talking” to him like Slytherin’s locket/horcrux did in Deathly Hallows (😳)

Eloise is deathly afraid of the changes she’s seeing in Sebastian and steals it from him (he would never willingly give it to her ESPECIALLY if it starts to feel like a precious item to him)

BUT the relic triggers the latent Black Family Madness in her - the madness that afflicts almost every woman in her family since…🤭 - and she herself starts to lose touch with reality. Her body and soul are already destroying themselves between the curse and the ancient magic inside of her, and the relic is what triggers it in her.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable, focusing on the Mind, in a desperate attempt to find a cure for his Eloise🥺

He never gives up his research, and sometimes when he comes home she is lucid and they talk about his research - otherwise, he just loves and takes care of her.

(He’s never successful in finding a way to reverse what he feels he caused in the first place - his ambition and single-mindedness is, to him, the reason why all of this happened)

Honestly who knows if I end their story either of these ways😌 I just love thinking of AUs and different endings and I have a few others I’ve considered as well!!! And whatever endings I don’t write will be immortalized on this blog and in my art as well🙏

[sideswipesjetpack]

i cant ask from my sideblog but its meee

talk to me abt webs and irn tell me all their little secrets !!! Whats their storyyy

i wanna draw them

OUGHHHHH HIIIIII!!! EHEHEHEHE

GASPPPPPPPP @aghostsnail GET YOUR ASS OVER HERRRREEEE

WOULD LOVEEEEE IF YOU DREW THEM OH M GEEE THEYD BE SO CUTESY IN YKUR STYLE DUDE AAHHHHHHHHH @ US IMMEDIATELYYYYYYU IF YKU DO PRETTY PLEASE 🗣️🗣️

Anyway, lore 😈😈

ILL KEEP IT SHORT AND SWEET!! As we’re still working out the lore mostly mwahaha but trust snails cooking HARDD for webb lore 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️✍️🔥😈😈 🗣️🗣️

So essentially, Irns from junkeon he resided on a desolate scrap pile floating alone through space during his adult life but prior to that he was in the pits.. ooo new lore drop.. anyway

Thus irn really struggled to fit in and meld in, major sideswipe fanboy ofc, he found a poster of the guy (no idea how to read his name at the time) and became obsessed with his gorgeous bright colours, and his overall coolness i mean cmon it’s the sideswipe

Irns a scrappy little guy, essentially the DIY king (literally) he loves Looking pretty, and ofc a mechanic ✍️🔥🔥 borderline medic but he’s never trained officially, everything he fixes he’s done on himself to know it works and or how to do it (with FEWWW exceptions ie solar panel wings.. mwahaha)

Webb lore.. is cooking greatly so I shan’t spoil TOOO much, but but he is a scientist, the James webb telescope? Thats him he’s built for long distance journeys through the coldness of space he requires little energon output (he’s built different ong he’s too cool) taking pictures of the surrounding stars, planets etc etc mapping out different sectors 🗣️🗣️

As to how they met by chance IRN found webb within a stasis like state, at first he was gonna take some supplies but quickly realised the big guy was alive by the weak ‘em field projecting, so he got to work and gradually started making repairs enough so he can transform back to bot mode again, who knows how long he’s been like that, days, weeks, vorns, centuries? More? No one except the stars know,

There trope consists of strangers->friends->lovers, major slowburn as their bond flourished through their travels through space 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Webbs a pacifist, so irn keeps him safe through their journey, either with repairs or from space pirates 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ or any other rogues…

Irns completely infatuated he’s never met a bot like webb, a huge satellite with probably a shit ton of destructive capabilities yet is a gentle spark, one he’s quickly come to adore who he’s ready to either kill for, or die for, he’s always awed that the big guy actually reciprocates, (Webbs the prettiest bot irns ever seen, and he knows pretty)

BUT YEAH THERES SOME MORE CONDENSED?? Lore, eheheh subject to tweeks here and there but this is the rough layout we’ve got going on 🗣️🗣️

(They have matching fuzzy dice in the others colour palette 😈✍️🔥🔥)

Bonus doodles mwahaha….

And for their tag! If you wanna scroll back to see all their art it’s “Irn & Webb silliness” I’ll tag it in this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[schwarzgeier]

Nothin amazing tonight just some misc doodles but they do include a very mid sketch of @lynxfrost13 HOPR! Brain wanted to draw both orange plated gals.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[nanotomik]

a vampire and her reanimated corpse boyfriend

[ilikedetectives]

End of the day, I'm used to counting on myself. It's how it's been.

[my2t3rry]

CONFOOZLEDFOX TRANSFORMERS ANIMATION!

Hey so like...You should totally check out my friends transformers animation...y'know? cause like- cause like- y'know--

[toastthewolfie]

hi uhm…. would anyone be willing to have their ocs interact with my cod ocs? I wanna doodle 👉👈

[swordmaid]

talking abt the hag romance murder mystery au that now transformed into a much more bigger and elaborate murder mystery/film noir sequel bg3 au with a friend last night and here’s shri’iia, about to participate in a swanky party wearing a disguise 🤭

[23swife]

I’LL SURELY DIE

pairing. dean w x oc and sam w x oc.

wc. ongoing

summary. the rhodes were a happy family of hunters, usually moving from one motel to another and teaching their daughters all they know about the world of the paranormal, from vampires to wendigos, the girls were properly educated. they often hunted alone even. one day their parents left for a hunt and never came back. the two girls spent years trying to understand what happened, calling everyone they know, asking all the right questions, until they decide to go after the people who killed their parents. the winchesters are in for a very subtle surprise.

tags. kinda post-season 9, bobby’s still alive, witchy things, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

notes. really old story that I totally forgot existed, mostly didn’t post because I know oc doesn’t do too well but i’ve always wanted to write a love story for both brothers with sisters so here we are. keep the cheesy comments away from me, i know what I am.

— meet melissa and mary rhodes

[ act one ]

꩜ .ᐟ looking back

꩜ .ᐟ remember?

꩜ .ᐟ the sky is black & white

꩜ .ᐟ clearly between the lines

꩜ .ᐟ on your own

꩜ .ᐟ intertwined

[ act two ]

꩜ .ᐟ cycles

[demonidoodles]

hello wh fandom I have art (ft wh ocs)

[ooftale]

I DONT THINK IVE EVER SHARED THIS HELP 😭 im doing it now

[fereldanwench]

dancy pose pack by @busyvampire -`♡´-

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[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

checkmate

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “you're cute even when you make that face."

Summary: tony invites himself to keep you company while you drink away a bad day, and it very quickly develops into something more salacious.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, people), alcohol

Word Count: 2,084

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You rested your cheek in your hand as you watched Tony rim another batch of shot glasses with salt, setting the glasses he’d already filled on the board in front of you. He was dressed surprisingly casually in a black polo shirt and oil-marked jeans, his hair stylishly mussed. Your eyes idly travelled to the muscles of his biceps for a moment despite yourself.

“This still feels like a really convoluted way to get drunk.”

Tony smirked, pouring the last round of shots into his prepared glasses. “Are you worried you’re not up to the challenge?”

“I’m worried you’re an even bigger nerd than I already thought you were,” you replied dryly. Tony snickered, meeting your eyes from under his brows as he set the remaining glasses in place on the board. You returned his smile despite yourself. He’d found you raiding his bar about twenty minutes prior, and after a few semi-irritating jibes aimed your way, he’d offered to blow off his evening plans in favor of joining you for a night of commisatory drinks. “Let’s just start already.”

“You’re so pushy,” he teased, turning the board ninety degrees with a finger. “It’s kinda hot.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Keep your kinks to yourself, Stark. I’m just here to get drunk.”

He snickered again, waving a hand at the board between you. After you’d agreed to drink with him instead of alone, he’d produced a chess board from under the bar. Instead of pieces however, he’d brought out what felt like way too many shot glasses emblazoned with the different chess pieces – presumably so you could keep track of which piece was which. He’d made some joking excuse of it being a ‘training exercise’ for your problem-solving skills. The dick.

“Ladies first.”

“Alright…” you sighed, cracking your knuckles. “But, just as a warning… I have no idea how to play.”

Tony laughed aloud, rounding the side of the bar so that he could pull up the stool beside you.

***

You wrinkled your nose as you downed yet another tequila shot, the alcohol making your head pleasantly fuzzy. You reached for the bowl of limes you’d cut while he was pouring, sucking on a quarter with a frown. “So… am I winning yet?”

Tony chuckled, his knee bumping against yours in a way that you were almost sure you could mistake for affection. He’d pulled his stool right up to yours, and now one of his knees was pressed between your parted thighs. You tried to ignore the warmth that tingled along the inside of your thighs at the feeling of it. His temple rested against his fist, his elbow on the bar as he watched you set the glass down beside the board. He was watching you with an amused smile, the deep brown of his eye ridiculously warm and strangely comforting.

“Not even close. But I love the enthusiasm.”

“I ever tell you that you’re kind of a dick?”

He sighed, faux-resigned. “No, but I’m familiar with the tune.”

“Yeah? Well, let me sing you a reprise.” you sniped, staring at the board for a long moment before picking up a shot glass and replacing it with one of yours. “A-ha!”

Tony hummed, taking the shot from you and downing it with practiced ease. You swallowed as his fingers brushed against yours, surprised again by the way something so casual made your stomach flip. He set down the glass beside the board. “You get cocky fast, sweetheart.”

“Says the world’s biggest…” you rolled your eyes as his smirk widened. “Shut up.”

Tony laughed loudly, picking up another shot and tossing it back.

“Hey, I didn’t even make a move!”

“I’m levelling the playing field,” he replied easily. You stuck your tongue out at him childishly. “God, you’re cute.”

You scowled, moving another glass across the board. “I am not.”

“Ridiculously so,” he insisted teasingly, selecting a slice of lime and replacing that glass with one of his own. You sighed, taking the shot obediently. Your frown deepened as you picked up another quarter of lime. “Hell, you’re even cute when you make that face.”

Your lips parted to make some biting response, falling silent as you met his eyes. He seemed to be studying you as he sucked on the lime, and the moment hung between the two of you before he reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. He tossed the lime aside seconds before his mouth met yours, his hand curled in your hair.

The sweet burn of salt and lime lingered on his lips, heat radiating wonderfully from where his lips pressed against yours to tingle through every one of your limbs and curl within your belly. Your hand came forward to brace yourself against his thigh, fingers pressing into the denim. Tony hummed against your lips, his fingertips tickling at the back of your neck.

His other hand came up to clutch at your hip pulling you further towards him. The sound of surprise you made as your stool tipped was muffled by his lips, your hand tightening on his thigh. Tony chuckled into the kiss, standing and pushing you back so your stool was upright again without breaking away from you.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he teased against your lips, his stubble teasing your chin. “Can’t have you—”

“I swear to God, Stark, if you’re about to make a ‘falling for you’ joke this ends right here.”

He laughed, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He tucked hair behind your ear, trailing his fingertips down the side of your neck to tease along the neckline of your shirt. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good,” you replied, hooking your fingers in the front of his shirt. You smiled up at him, warmth rising in your cheeks and settling in the pit of your stomach. “Because you’re on thin ice, Tony.”

“Noted,” he grinned as you tugged him forward and brought his lips back to yours. His kiss was languid, his hand continuing its journey down to claim your hip. His other hand came ton rest between your thighs, bracing him against the edge of the stool. The heat in your belly flooded through you; your head was spinning with it.

Tony’s lips travelled down over your throat as your hands moved to fumble with the buckle of his belt. His fingers covered yours, intertwining them. “Eager.”

You brought his lips back to yours, kissing him again for a moment before speaking against his mouth. “I need you to fuck me, Tony.”

Tony gave a soft groan, his forehead resting against yours. “Yes, ma’am.”

His lips met yours again, hungrier than before, and you curled the fingers of one hand in the hair at the back of his head. Your other hand cupped the bulge in his jeans and squeezed, shivering at the way he moaned into your mouth. Tony’s hands smoothed up over your knees, skimming along the bare flesh of your thighs. Goosebumps followed as his fingertips slipped under the hem of your skirt.

Tony’s lips returned to the side of your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as he hooked his hands under your thighs and tugged you to the edge of the stool. Setting your knees against his hips, you moaned, head falling back, as his fingers found your cunt. Even through your underwear the brush of his fingers against your clit was godly, and you unbuckled his belt eagerly.

“Already so wet, baby,” he murmured against your throat. His teeth caught your earlobe, and he exhaled heavily as you slipped your hand past his waistband to wrap it around his hardening cock. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

You ground against Tony’s hand as he pushed your underwear aside and teased your clit in earnest, his mouth sucking a heady pressure into your collarbone. You stroked the length of him, squeezing him at the base with each downstroke.

“Evil little hands,” Tony muttered, running his tongue along your pulse point before kissing you again. His breath caught as you wrapped your legs around him and urged him closer, the head of his cock pressing slowly into you. “Fuck…”

“You sound so pretty, Stark.” you teased, your next words devolving into a moan as he thrust further into you. “Oh, Christ…”

Tony laughed brokenly, his forehead falling against your shoulder as he began fucking himself into you steadily. He pressed a kiss to the mark he’d left on your collarbone before returning to your face, dusting kisses over your cheeks and nose before claiming your lips.

His grip was bruising on your hips, and each inch he filled you with made you whimper with need. The stool rocked with each thrust, and hands clutching at his shirt. The rough denim of his jeans teased the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, and Tony broke away from your lips so you could pull his shirt off over his head.

Your hands found his chest greedily, your mouth finding the base of his throat. Tony moaned, his fingers on your clit. “Needy little…”

“D’you think…” you moaned as he adjusted his hips and he brushed against the sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. “…that we could stop making fun of each other for the next… five minutes?”

Tony chuckled, kissing you again. His tongue slid against yours, his hands tightening deliciously on your hips.

“Depends,” he replied, kissing the tip of your nose in a surprisingly affectionate gesture. You moaned aloud as he contradicted it with a particularly hard thrust. “Think you can control yourself?”

You pinched his nipple, and he laughed. “Nope.”

“Good,” he replied. “’Cause I’m gonna need more than five minutes.”

***

You were quickly coming to the conclusion that fucking Tony was like some kind of drug. You could feel your first orgasm dripping down your thighs, the second building quickly inside you. Tony’s hand was spread against the small of your back, his head dipped down to tease the soft skin of the swell of your breasts with his lips and tongue. You had your fingers curled in his hair, rolling your hips forward to meet his with every thrust. Your other hand clung to the edge of the bar in the hopes it would be enough to keep you from falling off the stool.

“Fuck, Tony…” you wrapped your arm around his neck as he brought his mouth back to yours. Your hand clutched at his shoulder blade, nails scoring his bare skin. His fingers found your clit again and your hips jerked against him. “We’re going to get caught…”

He chuckled, quickening his hand. “Sweetheart, if nobody came running the first time you screamed my name, they’re not coming.”

“Asshole.”

“See, that’d hurt if you weren’t currently dripping all over my—”

Tony gave a muffled laugh as you cut him off by kissing him again, your teeth grazing his bottom lip. His thrusts quickened just as he pinched your clit, and you moaned brokenly as you came again, your whole body jerking into his. Tony took hold of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he thrust into you firmly a few more times before pulling out. He groaned, gripping the base of his cock as he spilled himself over your thighs, his shoulder shuddering as he exhaled.

You closed your eyes as you fought to regain your composure, and felt Tony dust blind kisses over your face as you did. He lingered each time he caught your lips, his own chest heaving as he came down. He smoothed a hand over the side of shoulder and down your bicep, his thumb brushing over the bare skin.

“Remind me to invite myself to drinks more often.”

You breathed a laugh, letting your head fall forward to rest your forehead against his, your hands still resting on his shoulders. Tony moved to press a kiss to your hairline as his breathing steadied.

“Wouldn’t have hurt to wait ‘til we found a bed, though.”

He smirked softly, moving back to meet your eye. You felt warmth in your cheeks as he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know, you look so pretty sitting there all dainty, thighs covered in my—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. “Tony?”

“Mm?” he hummed from behind your palm, amusement shining in his eyes.

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Mm-hmm.”

You smiled despite yourself, removing your hand and kissing him again.

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