#I don't paint often so apologies if it's messy-

[cultist-bones]

OHHHHH GREAT @bunnieswithknives

OHHHHHH GREAT GREAT @bunnieswithknives

MASTER OF WORLD BUILDING AND CHARACTER DESIGN

I painted ya boy! :D

[mayfieldss]

Dating JJ Maybank would include;

First of all, JJ is protective.

Of course, he is, after all he's been through. He wants you to be safe because you make him feel safe.

He would never want to be anywhere without you.

constant PDA / physical contact.

He'll be touching you constantly. Hand on your thigh, arm around your waist, sitting shoulder to shoulder. All of it.

Hugs. Hugs from behind too, lots.

HAND HOLDING.

I can not express how much this man would love holding hands just so that he knows you are there with him when he needs you—and when you need him.

Sharing jewellery, clothes, and hats.

JJ loves it when you wear his things. It makes him feel important—like he matters to you, and you want everyone else to know it. And it helps show people like Rafe and Topper that he is the one that gets to call you his.

Plus, he thinks everything he owns looks better on you.

"You look so hot right now." literally all the time. He never stops saying it.

"Babe." "Baby."

The long, drawn-out 'Babeeee' when he wants something.

Cooking together (it's always a disaster and you end up getting takeout or eating cereal.)

JJ teaching you how to surf, drive *cough* fire a gun *cough* etc.

Dancing with you at parties or literally just whenever music is playing. Really it's just him spinning you around until you're laughing like crazy.

He also loves swaying to the music with you and kissing your neck.

He loves having you close.

Braiding your hair. Kie had to teach him to do it, but now, he is obsessed with doing your hair in messy little braids.

You do the same to him.

"Babe, stop moving I'm trying to give you French braids right now."

Always whispering inappropriate things in your ear, dirty jokes, and other things.

He hates it when you cry. He doesn't know what to do (and he hates feeling helpless) so he always makes jokes and tries to make you laugh.

Also cuddles, he finds they always work.

He hates it when you're mad at him too.

He's always the first to apologize after a fight, even if you were in the wrong.

Your fights with JJ are always short-lived. He can never stay mad at you, and you can't stay mad at him either.

He's loyal as fuck to you.

He is willing to die for you for sure. And he will fight for you no questions asked. We're talking punches thrown as soon as someone crosses you or even looks at you the wrong way.

He always defends you. Always.

Playing cards with you at midnight.

He loves sitting with you beside a bunch of candles (so you don't wake everyone else in the chateau by keeping the lights on) and playing cards until you're practically falling asleep sitting up.

JJ is the big spoon, but often the both of you just sleep entangled in each other.

We're talking, legs over the top of each other, hugging in your sleep type shit.

"I fucking love you."

If you're meeting up with the Pouges JJ always waits with open arms for you (literally) until you come over for a hug and of course, a kiss. (Or two, or three.)

JJ's camera roll is full of pictures of you.

Some are of you and him together, some you're smiling at the camera, and others you were completely unaware he'd taken.

His lock screen is a picture of you pulling a funny face. He says it makes him smile when he's having a bad day.

"That's my girl."

piggyback rides.

Once again, neck kisses. Face kisses. Everywhere kisses.

"I'm gonna marry you one day baby, You and me. I promise."

Secret handshake. You guys have one, and it's epic.

He wears your hair ties on his wrist.

Playing with his rings. You do it all the time, and JJ loves it.

He'll pass you notes if he's not close enough to whisper in your ear and they usually say the stupidest shit.

Sometimes he'll pass you notes with compliments written on them.

'You're beautiful' or 'I can't take my eyes off you.'

Even if there is a perfectly good chair beside him, JJ always pulls you onto his lap, because—cuddles.

He loves resting his head on your shoulder or in your lap.

And he loves it when you play with his hair.

He tried to paint your nails once and insisted on doing every nail a different colour. The next time he painted your nails, he painted every one of them black. He'd tried to add smiley faces in white, but they just turned into little blobs.

Holding your hand while driving, and if he can't do that, he's got a hand on your thigh as he drives for sure.

Staring contests at the most inappropriate of times.

It started as a joke, but soon developed into a way of calming JJ down and keeping him positive when the Pouges or other people were arguing. He hates conflict after all.

So, if Kie and John B are fighting, or the other Pouges are shouting at each other, he'll look at you and you'll have a staring contest until one of you laughs or blinks.

He squeezes your hand when he's nervous.

He squeezes your shoulder when he knows you're nervous. It's his way of saying "I'm here."

"You know, me and you baby, we're gonna get a dog, and chickens and we're gonna be one of those happy couples at like eighty watching wheel of fortune or some shit"

He can't see a future without you in it.

matching tattoos eventually (JJ wants to get them so bad)

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AN: Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Living with Arthur Headcanons

Warnings: Mildly suggestive, references to PTSD, period-typical toxic masculinity. Angst and Fluff ahead.

Relationship Hcs

Arthur is the sort of man that wants to appear to the world as strong and confident, because that benefits him a lot in his line of work. The men that answer to him fear him. As they should. Arthur Shelby is not a man to be messed with or teased without great caution. However, Arthur is simultaneously very sensitive and gentle. He reminisces about the past and longs for a kind future for himself. Arthur is also a man with wounds and scars he can’t quite close. So, it goes without saying that loving Arthur means to love two men at once. 

The Arthur who comes home to you on “a bad day,” is a man who melts in your arms. He comes through your door some days and just holds you. He can worry you a lot on days like those. Where he cries and can’t stop. Arthur just needs you so badly and he despises how useless it leaves him. All you can do is undress him and draw a bath for him. Depending on his state, you’ll join him and help him wash before helping him off to bed. 

He never means to rely on you like this. Arthur hates how his mind and it's jagged edges dig into you. You have shared many talks at night about "where his head is at." Tommy often comes up. And it is often Tommy that causes fights between you two. Arthur wants to be a family man and move to the country, but he won't. Not so long as Tommy needs him. And Tommy always needs him. But he put him in positions where he could be sent to prison for life, or where Arthur could be killed. The worst fights end with Arthur storming out of the house and coming back to you with bloody knuckles and a night where, "Nothing much," happened.

When you fight, Arthur is the one who apologizes first. Usually with flowers or a box of sweets. He likes to explain the entire process he went through to get the peace offering to buy himself time before saying, "I was wrong for that, yeah," or "I don't always do right, but I want to. I do."

Arthur wants to keep you clean from all the things he does for the family. He doesn't know what he would do if you were hurt.

Domestic Hcs

Arthur is completely helpless in the kitchen. He was totally content buying a meal or eating butter on toast. Coming home to you cooking was a welcome surprise. His own mother didn’t try to cook. Even if the meal you make is simple, or even burnt, Arthur will praise it like it’s the greatest thing anyone’s ever made ever. If you were to have guests over and they insulted you, Arthur would physically remove them from the house unless they were family.

You knew that Arthur’s trust for you was absolute when he asked you to help him shave. The first time you put the straight razor to his throat, you were terribly nervous. His eyes were closed, and his body relaxed. You carried on with his shave and from then on he only went to you for that task. It became a part of your routine, and a way to reinforce his trust in you. 

There are things that happen in your home that Arthur will never confess to. His pride won’t let him. One of these things is that he paints your nails for you. Neither of you can recall who suggested it. Arthur’s hands are so steady and he gets to focused, he paints your nails far better than you can. In a way, you think it might be his way of repaying you for his clean shaves. 

Arthur likes to watch you get dressed in the mornings, which isn’t always sexual for him… but it usually is. A part of his attraction comes from knowing that only he gets to see you this way. No makeup, messy hair, groaning and clumsy as you try to get ready for the day. There’s something hypnotizing about watching you do your morning routine. How you stretch from the bed and bring your nightgown over your head. The way your hair tumbles over your shoulders, the messiness of it. He would love to record the way you say, “G’morning love,” with that rasp to your voice that sleep gives it. It is a common thing with Arthur to pull you back to bed when you say that. 

He likes to make moments at home last. They make him feel at peace. They make him feel clean. Though he sometimes worries that all he's done is smear the blood from his hands to your pure soul.

[artvaris]

Hi Riikka, I stumbled across your art recently and am just blown away. It's absolutely gorgeous! *0* I am pretty new to digital art and was wondering what procreate brushes/settings/textures you use, especially for sketching (but also for painting)? I tried searching around your blog/links to see if you've answered this before and couldn't find anything so I apologize if this is a repeat question. ^^;

Hello hello! I'm so glad you enjoy my artwork so much! Thank you so much for your kind words - I try my best to level up and draw cooler every day haha Now about my brushes: I mostly draw in Paint Tool SAI 2 actually (I currently only use Procreate for simple sketches), and I've been meaning to make my SAI 2 brushes available for purchase for some months now since you are not the first person to ask me this. I mostly use textured, bristled, and round brushes, often with a custom brush shape. Nothing super "fancy", just a few versatile and functional brushes. But this is still a work in process since collecting and organizing my rather messy brushes into a nice brush set takes time, plus I also tend to change my brush settings a lot depending on what I need. So I've been creating and saving the brushes as I work (plus I've been rather busy with freelance work as well).

I also use the same brushes for sketching and rendering, because the way I render nowadays is more like drawing than painting. At least that's how it feels to me. I just change the brush settings (opacity, size, tip tapering, texture intensity, etc).

But I will post about this when the set is finally ready! But I also sketch in Procreate, and lately, I've been mostly using:

B Rough - as my main sketching pencil - from this free set: https://ghkim0045.gumroad.com/l/FREE_PencilSet

JF Grungy dilute ink Wash - I use this to fill in light gray values - https://jasonheeley.gumroad.com/l/keasb?layout=profile

I have also been experimenting a bit with this "PSKI" set, mainly using "PSKI pencil large rough" (a nice hard/soft edge brush): https://www.dropbox.com/sh/0vkcsrnf4wvtal5/AAAlVQYZGP4ZGHNMQ6kZwCTta?dl=0

I have also used the standard Procreate sketching brushes a lot, such as the 6B pencil (my favorite). I often like to amp up the texture intensity of my brushes though.

I have also used a brush called "DizzyTara's Oval Sketch 2" for sketching, but I've altered this brush a bit to fit my own taste (more texture and bigger max brush size). It's basically a pretty "basic" and textured oval brush, but often brushes like this are the best and most versatile tbh!

Other settings: In Procreate, I've also adjusted my pen pressure curve to be more sensitive so that I don't need to press so hard - this will save your hand and wrist as well!

[murmurlilies]

Less about OCs, but I'm interested to know what your process is like when creating a piece as detailed as that one you posted for Valentine's Day. How do you go about it? And do you happen to do time-lapse videos?

hmm can't say I can give an explanation that's terribly interesting or satisfying lol... I'm almost entirely self-taught, so "process" is a very loose and nebulous concept for me, and it changes from piece to piece. the one common thread among my works is that they all involve obscene amounts of trial and error. I don't have any recent time-lapses because I never think to record them, but if I did you would definitely see how often I feel the need to adjust and redo every little thing.

for the Valentine's Day piece, because it was a "remake" I had the benefit of a much more solid foundation than usual to start out with. however you can still see where I ended up deviating from the sketch phase - most obvious being her pose, the design of her hair, and the details of her sandals. (there were also meant to be candles on the dresser, but I forgot and didn't feel like adding them back in later and so I decided a vague suggestion of candlelight was enough lmao)

anyways, compared to everything else, sketching and linework are fairly straightforward and come most easily to me. there really isn't much to say, just scribble some messy lines and then whittle away at and draw over them till they magically become less messy!

when it comes to coloring and shading, things get a lot weirder and more complicated. this is where my process tends to vary the most, because it really depends on the mood of the piece. for this one I wanted something dark and seductive, so I covered the whole image in a layer of burgundy red, then painted the "lighting" on top across several Overlay layers. additional shadow details were brushed in on Multiply layers using deep purple instead of straight black, but ultimately I didn't want them to be too dark, as that initial layer of red was meant to serve as the primary "shadow" of the piece.

this is also usually where I decide which lines I want to "color" with clipping masks, which can either make certain elements pop or feel softer. it sorta brings the whole image together, giving it a much more painterly look overall. from there all that's left is to keep making adjustments and adding little details - the glittery effect on her dress was one of the last things I added, I thought it looked really nice!

...ok now take everything I just said and throw it all in a blender. because even though it might sound fairly orderly, the truth is I'm constantly making changes to all stages of my works, even the earliest ones, all the way to the end. I'll still be making adjustments to the linework and such after I've already put so much effort into the lights and shading! it's not the most efficient way of doing things... but again, trial and error. my perfectionism gets the better of me...

anyways I apologize if NONE of this made any sense, like I said I never had any formal training in art, so I'm not very good at teaching or explaining it!! at the end of the day my process is less about what makes logical sense and more about finding what feels right in a given moment. at the very least I hope it was a fun read lmao 🥳

[runningflowers]

Hi! I hope ur having a good day/night :)

I was hoping I could request ningguang x artist reader who uses she/her pronouns, where ningguang finds reader drawing her! (And honestly I'm fine with or without an established relationship, whichever is easier for you to write) anyway ningguang is like super flattered but teases reader about it, and reader is too shy to say anything back so she just lets ningguang see all of her drawings of her so she'll (hopefully) be satisfied and stop the teasing

ty for the request! seeing the layout and how stuff is received intrigued me a lot just now... hope u have a great day as well ☺️

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

and that's what ningguang happened to think. seeing you perched up before slumping back onto your canvas made her giggle. despite your messy appearance, she seemed to think that you were quite the view.

"hm? and what do we have here?"

she peeked onto your project only to see a sketch of herself. she gazed at it longer before-

"ah! lady ningguang!"

a pity. you covered the drawing urgently.

"i was hoping to see more of this," she feigned sadness.

your face turned so red that ningguang would've thought someone painted it. you slowly uncovered the canvas, allowing your art into her view.

"my! i'm quite amazed at the accuracy of this! what medium of art were you going to use after this sketch?"

"oh... um... i'm not too sure yet..."

you look away, but ningguang turns your head towards her with a finger.

"now now. didn't anyone teach you to look at who you're speaking to?"

you shake your head furiously and close your eyes. this cannot be real right now. your hair messes up, shadowing over your eyes. you're about to make a run for it when-

"i apologize sweetheart. i didn't mean to make you so nervous."

she cups her hands around your face, moving your hair in the meanwhile. oh my god. you want to fucking explode, and ningguang seems to notice as her eyes glint mischievously.

"don't blow up, baby girl. we can't have your talent go to waste. now, how is it you draw me so accurately? i don't think i've seen you around too often."

"i just- um... so basically..."

you're vibrating like a dog put on top of a cat tower in your seat. oh my god oh my god. your eyes dart around everywhere besides the beauty in front of you. shit!

"hm? your sketchbook?"

you nod furiously, eyes shut. you start hearing pages turn and forcefully peek open one eye.

"ahem! well. this certainly is something," ningguang covered her face, visibly red.

"i'll be confiscating this for now, so try to make do without it. i will visit you during your process and watch your progress if i have time."

"ah! oh! of course, lady ningguang!"

you bowed, not wanting to look up, but ningguang disagreed.

"head up, sweetie. then, i'll be on my way. i hope to see you and the drawing soon."

ningguang turns her back, waving with your sketchbook in hand.

"fuck. i gotta do her beauty justice."

end.

so uh im ngl this did not turn out like how i thought it would 😞 but ty for reading

[tiktokitssinoclock]

Hi, how are you? I'd like to ask for some Hc for the reactions of the agents of Valorant entering while the reader (not dating yet) is changing. If it's too overloaded, just do Neon, Jett, Fade and Raze. If you feel uncomfortable, you can ignore the request and I apologize for that.

Thanks for reading my request, ps: I'm loving your writing and your scenarios so much, best of luck! 💕✨

Ahhh I actually really like this concept! Especially the idea of how flustering it could be if the agents are beginning to realize they have feelings for the reader but haven’t done anything about it yet *maniacal laughter*. Thank you so much for your kind words, Anon!

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

The Valorant Gals- Accidentally Seeing you Change (p.I)

Neon

Neon would be walking into the locker room to get her clothes or switch shoes or whatever else and then BAM

She gets way more than she bargained for when she sees you changing out in the open

You're not really all the reactive because, well, it's a locker room and people are going to be coming in and out

But Neon?

Girl is flustered beyond belief

She'll avert her gaze and trip over nearly every bench leg as she hurries in

It really doesn't help that her locker is so close to yours

After fumbling with the code on her lock for a small eternity, she'll finally get it open and grab whatever it is she was needing

She'll probably end up dropping it, too

But because you're a nice person

You'll squat down and pick it up for her, offering it with a smile from where you're crouched on the floor

She's about ready to combust by the time she's finally back out in the halls of the protocol

If anyone notices the sporadic crackles of electricity or the sudden static in her hair, they don't mention it to her

Jett

Sleepovers aren't uncommon between the two of you because you guys are super close

You're also not shy about changing in front of Jett, oftentimes not even going to the bathroom to get into your night things

You'll just strip out of your clothes right there in her room

Jett basically does everything she can not stare

Her hands will be curled into fists so tight, she can feel her fingernails digging into the skin of her palms

Anything else becomes super interesting- the floor, the dog-eared posters on her walls, the dust collecting on the light fixtures

Trying so very hard to be respectful

We stan

This one time though, you're just standing there combing through your duffle bag for a shirt and realise you didn't bring one

You're in a sports bra and sweats anyway, so you just decide to leave it at that

That was probably the most sleepless night poor Jett ever had

She was laying in bed like a piece of wood, squinting at the ceiling so she wasn't tempted to steal a glance of your snoring form from the peripheral of her vision

Raze

You and Raze both share a love for art, so you'll often join her in repainting the designated mural wall in her room

The work can get super messy super quick, so before you two get started, you'll change into one of your many stained tank tops

While not outright oogling at you, Raze doesn't shy away from being a little flirtatious tease

She'll wolf whistle at you from her spot on the floor, a screwdriver in hand as she works on popping the lids off of her paint cans

Sometimes she'll get changed along with you, making a show of taking her shirt off and sending an overdramatic wink your way

You always figured she was just trying to make you laugh, and it was definitely working

Quite often, actually

She thought the same for a while there, too

But the flush on her cheeks and the way her face goes soft at the sound of your chuckles indicated otherwise

You'd have to threaten to pull teeth to get her to openly admit it though

Sweet, sweet oblivious Raze

Fade

Sheesh, if Neon was considered super flustered, I don't even know what you would call Fade

She'll be walking to your room so you guys can head out to the protocol's garden and do some yoga together

She isn't that big on yoga tbh, but she loves how excited you get to spend time with her

And she has to admit

It is a little relaxing

Just as she opens your door though, she finds you changing your mind on the top you had on and tossing it over your shoulders

You didn't even know she could squeak, but boy, she squeaks

She's immediately covering her eyes with her hands and looking away, her face cherry tomato red as she murmurs an apology

You try to laugh it off and tell her it's no big deal, practically all the agents have seen you in a bra at one point or another anyway

But bless her heart

The fact she walked in on her crush just leaves her mortified

Her hands stay firmly over her eyes until you give her the all clear

She can't look you in the eye without her cheeks flushing for the rest of the day

[dandyshucks]

okay okay here we go - very messy off-the-cuff oc intro under the cut with some design sketches + doodles (IT'S KIND OF LONG):

random other doodle (another system member's self portrait i think? idk djfkdl) for the last pic there sorry fhdksl it was just a handy photo i had on hand that had almost the same dimensions for tumblrs cropping shenanigans (also that one emoji is there in the first pic bc i couldn't get that eye to cooperate fjkdkl)

anyhowdy uhhmm heres Theodor and Philby... Theodor uses he/she and Philby uses they/it and I'm literally just now realizing that they cover the main four bases wtf ... that was not intentional but it is funky and fun !! Theodor has a few nicknames like Teddy, Dory, Theo, etc, while Philby is is just Philby (their full name is Philbert but only their parents call them that LOL)

Theodor has a port wine stain birthmark on his left cheek ! and Philby potentially has rosacea but I'm still looking into that to make sure I'm not pulling any shitty moves if I'm going to have that be a part of their character. they (Philby) use mobility aids occasionally, generally just a cane, sometimes crutches, but they also have a wheelchair on hand for more difficult days.

Teddy is an interesting mix of very patient and loving while also sometimes cocky and impulsive, so he sometimes say things that are unintentionally hurtful or offensive (but is learning to apologize swiftly to help mend his mistakes). to people who don't know him well, he might come across as arrogant occasionally. he enjoys designing clothing items that Philby will often sew up for him, as well as experimenting with different coloured art mediums (pastels, paint, chalk, etc) and makeup (he is absolutely a skincare girlie fjfkdl). he comes from a family that's well-off (definitely upper class but not necessarily wealthy) so he's used to having money to throw around and doesn't quite fully grasp what it's like to be poor or working (or even middle) class, so there's some butting of heads there.

Philby comes from a working class family, not poor but definitely lower class lol. they have a fair amount of pride and can be kind of prickly, but they're extremely thoughtful and can be very kind and patient when they want to be. they're very practical and well-organized, and is integral to keeping things running smoothly in the household. they're very skilled with sewing and they also happen to be a good cartoonist! it takes a bit for them to warm up to new people, but they're usually just neutral and maybe a bit blunt with people they don't know well. if they dislike a person, they tend to have an attitude of "i don't want to waste any of my time on this person" and avoids the person rather than taking the time and energy to decide if they want to be pointedly rude or remain polite.

both of them are really good with kids in their own way! Philby likes being fun and clownish while Teddy prefers to be more of a comforting ... well... teddy bear sort of presence LOL. both of them are super patient w kids though, and they love to spend time helping out with kids when someone needs a babysitter! (why yes this is almost entirely just an excuse for me to think abt how they'd be so good with the kiddos in our system LMAO) if they ever ran a daycare or preschool together they'd be absolutely phenomenal at it, especially since they make up for what the other lacks in their approaches to interacting with children.

Theo prefers kitschy grandma-type aesthetics in both clothing and decor, while Philby enjoys a lot of bright colours and fun patterns that would fit more into "c.lowncore" and "k.idcore" aesthetics (with some occasional punk influences). Theo enjoys a lot of clothing that is maybe considered more feminine, while Philby just wears whatever is comfortable and brightly coloured, occasionally with some blacks to make the colours pop more!

they have a really interesting contrasting dynamic, Theo being a "gentle giant" while also being somewhat impulsive and more prone to hurting people accidentally with his words, and Philby being smaller in stature and more prickly but also much more thoughtful and careful with their words and actions.

also bonus funny thing: Theodor had a trad g.oth phase as a teen in highschool that lasted a couple years hehe

[twyz]

Random chiffany headcanons before I go to bed <3

These are a mix of angst and fluff just because I can literally never have one and not the other (hurt/comfort basically)

Starting off with angst,, Chucky is a very messy crier. Like full force bawling with occasional snot and a VERY flushed face. He doesn't cry very often and usually isn't provoked to cry either (happy tears don't count),, but if he gets stressed out enough, he will let you know by doing this.

It's kinda distressing,, especially when Tiff is an empath jejwnwn

"Tiff why are you crying..?"

"Cuz you're crying and now I feel bad!"

Um

A fluffier headcanon is that Chucky's love of sunflowers has manifested into some of the cutest things

When he was still human, he'd have a yellow

sweater that he'd only wear if he was doing something special

That and he's constantly munching on sunflower seeds

Tiff finds it endearing! but the twins get lowkey weirded out (now that they know who Sarah is sjsjns)

Another kinda angsty headcanon;; Tiffany had really bad self doubt/self confidence issues

Sure! She definitely knows how to strut her stuff but she also happens to be a master at fake it till you make it

You can thank mother valentine for that

Anyways,, she'd talk down about herself when she thought Chucky couldn't hear her

Oh but our homeboy could hear her loud and clear

So you know what he'd do? He'd call her job (somehow he always got the number) and call her out sick for a day or two depending on how bad she was feeling and schedule a self care day for him and tiff

Does he know anything about self care? No,, he just cracks open a beer and paints and calls that self-care

But he learns!

He cooks for Tiff and coddles her for the entire day,, and generally makes her feel special

And he successfully makes her forget her insecurities for a long while

ALSO SPEAKING OF SELF-CARE,, I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE TIFF HAS AT LEAST TRIED TO GET CHUCKY PUT ON ONE OF THOSE FACE MASK THINGS SJJSNW

like as a human obviously cuz the strength of some of those things could literally pull out a staple or two

And that shit would probably hurt

BUT ANYWAYS,,, he would always get confused as all hell

Tiffany managed to sit him down and put it on him once, but he squirmed a lot when she put it on him jsjsne

"Sweetface,, please just stay still"

"but it's fucking cold"

"I know but p l e a s e,, if I fuck up it could get in your hair and I don't think you'd like ripping off your hair when you this off"

He'd groan and stop squirming eventually

When it'd come time to take it off, however, he'd get cold feet

Tiff would be able to just rip hers off no problem but him? Mr.sensitive-skin-king? No fucking way

"no tiff- can't we just wash it off? getyourhandsawayfrommyface"

"no, we can't wash it off"

"what if I just keep it on forever?"

"baby just lemme-"

"n o." And he'd swat her hands away

Eventually, he fell asleep and tiff took her chance to rip it off of him

She didn't think he was gonna make it honestly

Homeboy didn't handle it well, as he, quite literally SCREAMED like a little girl

Whether it was from surprise or pain is unknown

But tiff thought it was the funniest shit for like three days

She of course apologized for taking a layer of his skin off and he just grumbled

"you know how long it took to grow that skin? 31 years >:("

And tiff would laugh again, still trying to apologize

He eventually got over it

But never again did he trust a facemask

Okay I think that's enough for now,, sorry about rambling about one headcanon for like a billion years LSNKSKWKA,, I thought it was a cute concept. I might write about it actually! Only the future shall tell

This was also embarrassingly long oh my goodness gosh :;:sob:::

[shouldhavebeenpersephone]

AAAAAAAAAAH One Way by S.J. Jordan was SO GOOD! Going for the sequel next but pleasssseee do you have any show or movie recs??

AAAAAAAAAA I am so glad you enjoyed it! Feel free to scream at me about it ANY time. I think I may have to go and reread it now.

In regards to other recommendations... oooooh boy. I have so many. This took me a while because I was considering if this would be respectful to the strikes, but we haven't been told to stay away from any streaming services etc. yet, so after removing a scab from the recommendation list I decided to post it. Apologies in advance for the tangents I go on for every single recommendation. Some of these have been quite popular so you might know of them but it still felt worth mentioning.

Under the cut is a non-exhaustive list of media in no particular order that makes me want to eat glass. Take a shot every time I say heartbreaking.

Movies

Lord of the Rings 1/2/3 - I feel no need to explain myself. If you haven't seen this please for the love of god get your hands on the extended versions and watch them. Then read the books and watch the movies again. Rinse and repeat.

How to Train Your Dragon and How to Train Your Dragon 2 - You read that right, NOT the third movie. In this house the third movie doesn't exist. This is an animated movie and sequel based on the book it shares a name with by Cressida Cowel. The movie follows protagonist Hiccup who lives in a town of Vikings who hunt and kill dragons. He finds out that he can't kill a dragon he has caught, and is surprised when the dragon won't kill him either. His curiosity gets the best of him and he returns to watch the dragon in it's hideout, and a beautiful friendship emerges from a very messy situation. It doesn't happen often that a movie is better than the book, especially if the source material has been changed so drastically, but HTTYD pulls it off. The first movie was also my introduction to fandom, and both movies have an incredibly special place in my heart. Fun fact: I actually am the OP of a pretty popular fandom headcannon and it makes me giggle every time I see it be mentioned in the HTTYD tag.

Inception - Obligatory action movie. Heist movie except sci-fi and also everyone is queer and sexy (no it's not canon but it is canon to me). Conman Leo DiCaprio breaks into rich boy Cilian Murphy's dreams to convince him to give up his father's business in exchange for getting his criminal file wiped clean so he can see his kids again. I love sad dads and I love mind games and I love high stakes and I love time fuckery and I love mentally ill women. Watch it if you also do.

Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Perfect. Showstopping. Incredible. Does not pass the reverse Bechdel test. It is so incredibly hearthbreaking and soft and tender. Period drama with lesbians. Painter Noémi Merlant is hired to pretend to be a companion to Adèle Haenel while secretly painting her portrait to be sent off to a man she is being married off to. There is betrayal and trust and community and lust and it's so gorgeous to look at. The attention to detail is incredible and I want to kiss Céline Sciamma for bringing this movie to my screen. I cry every time I watch it. Queer heartache done right.

The Lake House - I don't know if this movie is actually that good but to me it is perfect. Contractor Keanu Reeves moves into a gorgeous lake house (my dream home) and starts receiving letters addressed to the previous owner and doctor Sandra Bullock. When he gets a letter from her with her new address and sees it's to a building that's still in development, the two skeptics come to the conclusion they are living years apart and their post box is some sort of portal. They fall in love, things go wrong, things go right, and there is a dog!

Series

Orphan Black - Listen. Listen. LISTEN. Tatiana Maslany. Wow. She plays a dozen (if not more) clones and I still have a hard time believing they weren't all different people. Trouble kid forced to be an adult because she is a mother sees herself jump in front of a train and uhhhh has issues with that. She then discovers there are so many others like her, that they were a part of a cloning project and that she is a bit of a special case. There is a lot of plot I cannot summarize but it's deliciously queer (one of the main character clones is a lesbian as well as two prominent gay side characters and other minor queer and trans characters). Found family, questions of what it means to love and of morality, some wonderfully written character arcs and a decently satisfying end. First few episodes can be a bit hard to get into, but Tatiana Maslany is incredible and the show is totally worth it.

Adventure Time - This is a big comfort show for me, not only because Marceline and Princess Bubblegum were one of my first queer ships ever, but also because I enjoy this show just as much as an adult. No real main story line, you could watch individual episodes and still follow it. There are some heavy themes, but they are always handled so wonderfully and with a true sense of childlike wonder, and it makes me have faith in humanity again. Finn the Human and Jake the Dog go on adventures together in a gigantic fantasy land and meet lots of interesting figures. Even the evil characters get attention, compassion, screen time, and dignity. It's heartbreaking and beautiful and so so so good.

The Mentalist - Sorry, there is a cop show in here. Simon Baker is an ex 'psychic' grieving father and husband working as a consultant with the CBI. His boss, Robin Tunney, is so in love with him she looks stupid. It's basically a man who is too smart for his own good running around, being charming or extremely annoying, and an exhausted tough-love type of woman running around fixing his messes. Oh and they catch killers. I am a Patric Jane kinnie, sue me. Jane and Lisbon are also very Griddlehark to me, kind of a what could have been if they had been friends from the beginning.

Russian Doll - Have I ever mentioned how much I love Natasha Lyonne? This is a kind of sexier Groundhog Day, where Natasha Lyonne keeps dying and waking up in the bathroom of her friend throwing her a birthday party. She loses her mind in the midst of gorgeous scenes, seriously beautiful cinematography, and in sexy ass outfits. If you like mind fuckery, cinematography, and sexy women this is the show for you. It sure is the show for me.

Arcane - Speaking of gorgeous visuals, Arcane is a beast of a show with such an incredible and unique look. Also so many hot and/or gay women. There are a few men too, they're okay, I do like me a pathetic little guy so it works. But WOMEN. So many powerful, intelligent, cunning, courageous women. I have to admit that I remember very little of the storyline, but I do know that they took 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl', said "yes and", and made a truly incredible and multi dimensional character with Jinx, with fully fleshed out motivations and morals (or lack thereof), understandable but still properly wrong actions, and such incredible story building around her progressing mental troubles. Must watch.

The Sandman - This one is not technically an obsession I have ever had, but it is a great watch and rewatch. I adore Vivienne Acheampong as Lucienne and I adore Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer and I adore Kirby Howell-Baptiste as Death. I also love pretty much anything that comes out of Neil Gaiman's brain so that helps. Great casting is what makes this show a winner for me. Morpheus/Dream gets locked up by some insane guy trying to capture death to bring back his son and he spends the rest of the show dealing with the consequences of being gone for decades. Tom Sturridge is a wet cat of a man and I do like that a lot as well. Very pretty cinematography seals the deal.

Misc.

The Magnus Archives - Podcast wildcard. Horror and paranormal and delicious. I love voice actors so much and archivists are hot. Becoming something you didn't choose and dealing with the repercussions of no longer really being human is so !!!!!!! I love it when people just go through the horrors. Everyone's voices scratch something in my brain that nothing else can reach. Brilliant piece of media.

What Remains of Edith Finch - Game wildcard. Semi-sandbox semi-railroad narrative. Gorgeous visual representations of so many difficult things in life. Particularly, the bit where one of Edith's family members loses himself to his own imagination is so gorgeous and heartbreaking. I have written essays on the cinematography of this game. It is so beautiful. Whether you lay it or watch a playthrough, you have to witness this.

MISSED RECOMMENDATIONS ARE HERE

There you have it.

I am sure there is more and I am sure I will be hitting my head on a wall after remembering something I forgot to include. Anyway- enjoy!

[keikeu]

run2u :: park jongseong

23. saying the L word

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noel waited, hand on her chest as she breathed in and out to calm herself. she really wondered how jay had done this in the first place, confessing to her. he must have been as anxious as she was now, and she rejected him back then, making him feel even worst. she hoped that wouldn't happen today, although she kind of deserved it.

her thoughts were interrupted when the door slowly opened. jay stood there, his confused expression was replaced with one of pure joy as he smiled and tears dropped from his eyes.

"noel?" she immediately walked to him, pulling him into the tightest hug ever, which jay returned. they missed each other so much. they stayed like that for what seemed like forever. in each other's arms, their embrace warm and comfortable. just like home.

"you were amazing on stage, jay! i'm so proud of you." she said, cupping his face. she held a smile as she tried to calm herself down from the crying. jay had wiped his tears but he found himself sobbing again upon hearing her words. they meant so much to him. she had been with jay ever since they were young, sharing the same dream of becoming singers. she had seen him grow. she had seen his failure and success, his achievements and mistakes, and she had never left his side.

"i'm so happy you made it. i was almost going to call your company myself." he joked, his arms never leaving her figure. she chuckled at his statement, wiping under her eyes to remove any ruined make up.

"i lied so they'd let me, i wouldn't miss your tour for the world!" jay laughed, he imagined the scene in his head and asked her to tell him what had happened. after their small talk filled with laughter, a brief moment of silence fell. noel cleared her throat and held jay's hands in hers.

"i have something important to say actually. this is going to be very messy, but please listen before saying anything, okay?" jay raised a brow before nodding.

"first i want to apologize. i've been very stupid, to say the least. when i rejected you, i was scared. i was scared your feelings would change and you wouldn't like me if we started dating. the fact that you continued to stay with me even after what i did only made me realize that i made a mistake. i projected my insecurities on your love for me, and i feel absolutely horrible for doing that." her voice cracked, making jay worry. he was listening to her words attentively, letting them all sink in.

"noel i-" he placed a hand on her cheek, she was quick to cut him off, "please let me finish, i want to make things right."

"a few days ago the girls helped me work on myself and i figured out my feelings for you. i might be late, and you have every right to reject me after what i did, but i really don't want to regret this in the future. jay, i love you. deep down i think i always did." she held a small smile on her face as she leaned into his warm touch, waiting for his response. for some reason, she didn't feel anxious anymore.

"you know, even after you rejected me i continued to love you. sure, it broke me to pieces," he let out a dry chuckle, meanwhile noel started apologizing again, "but i didn't want to ruin what we had. i'm sorry that you felt like i wouldn't love you if we started dating. i'll always love you, no matter what, please never forget that." he placed a kiss on her forehead, making the girl smile as her cheeks were painted with a shade of red.

"so you're my boyfriend now." noel said, her tone almost teasing. jay smiled brightly, feeling proud of the title.

"you should call me that more often." he said with the same playful speech, his hands dropping to hold her waist.

"i like the word love more. i've always wanted to call someone my love." she added, her hands now wrapping around his neck.

"and i thought i was cheesy, but look at you!" jay joked, noel's head lightly rested on his chest as she laughed, a bit embarrassed by his words. she wouldn't consider herself that romantic, she didn't even know where that nickname came from, but there was something about jay that made her what to experience love to the fullest, even the cheesiest moments.

"can i kiss you?" he asked. he couldn't resist anymore, he wanted to kiss her so bad it was making him very impatient, something that wasn't in his personality. noel could only smile at his words, happy that he was still being polite although she could see the eagerness in his eyes.

"of could you can." as soon as she finished her sentence, she felt his lips softly peck hers. it was nice. he leaned in again, and this time the kiss lasted longer. it felt like sparks were flying in the air every time their lips touched. noel felt butterflies in her stomach erupt when jay moved one of his hands to cup her cheek. she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, so sweet and full of love.

"we should... go back to the rest." jay said, breathless from the intimate moment they shared. he leaned his head on her forehead, closing his eyes. he didn't want this to stop.

"they're gonna wonder what's taking us so long. wait, i have an idea!" noel excitedly said, a little smirk on her face as she thought of a fun way the two could mess with their friends. jay chuckled, already knowing she was up to no good.

"i think i should oppose but i'll let this one slide." he said, holding her hand as the two walked to the rest, noel explaining her plan along the way. they were happy, smiling and laughing. this was definitely one of the best days of their lives.

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a/n :: damn i want jay so bad this made me so delulu🙈🙈 also ummm..... the smau is sadly coming to an end..... noel and jay are my happiness i'm gonna kms

©keikeu

[99lostsouls]

To my new pen pal;

Hi there! Season’s greetings has come around and given me your name to write to. I don’t normally write letters, so this might look a bit messy. Sorry.

How’s living in the haunted house? The ghosts are friendly enough if they’re not trying to mess with you. Kinda wish they fixed this place up before forcing all of us in here… but I guess we can make do with what we’ve got, right?

I guess if I’m gonna be writing letters to you, I might as well tell you a little about myself. That’s what pen pals do, apparently. For starters, I get cold very easily. I promise this isn’t just me complaining about the cold, it’s quite well-known about me. I only really eat snacks, so I never really have to worry about cooking anything here. That looks like a nightmare with the kitchen as it is. But I really like homecooked meals too. Hopefully the upcoming holiday will actually let us all sit down together for something like that. Fingers crossed.

You don’t have to write back with facts about yourself if you don’t want to. But, I am gonna ask you to write back an answer for this one question; any ideas what you would like for the holidays? Pen pals normally send gifts and stuff, but since I don’t know much about you, I’m not quite sure what to give you… so, why not tell me yourself and I’ll see what I can do when the time comes? Hope to hear back from you soon!

From your mystery pen pal

Dear mystery pen pal,

Hello! there's absolutely no need to apologize, I rarely write either. It's an unfamiliar experience, I find it exciting! I hope you do enjoy the process as well.

Ramshackle life is quite interesting. It's a big departure from the grand dormitories we're all used to living in. I believe in a way it may humble our student body after being brought down a few notches. like you said, you wished things were cleaner or in better shape but all of this has truly been left to the prefect themselves! when you realize that it puts how much you may be asking of them in perspective.

You'll have to work a little harder to have everything you want in a day while you're down here.

I've also tried helping the ramshackle prefect around with the dorm, whether that be sweeping, or decorating for the holidays, I have much more time to do so since I have no classes to attend. I think we should all at least put in a bit of work together. afterall, teamwork makes the dream work!

Thank you for the facts, I quite like them actually! learning about other people is just another hobby of mine. now I have a whole new person to learn about, and to try guessing who it is! again, I'm very excited. I hope after we met we can possibly be friends.

I thank you for the consideration! It's not often I get any type of gifts from anyone but my brother. but, I do think I may be a bit hard to gift for. I don't hold it against anyone.

For these holidays I believe I'd like to have a some art supplies. such as a sketch book and colored pencils. It's curious, drawing is something I didn't come out knowing how to do perfectly just yet. so it's something I'm deeply interested in pursuing.

do you like any forms of art? and I mean any forms, such as music or painting. be sure to tell me why as well!

That's all I wished to cover in my response. thank you again, write to you soon!

Sincerely,

Your Pen Pal!

[thatgrumpybxtch]

Hi!!! Oh my gosh happy new year! lolol I was wondering if i could have a Security Breach Matchup if that’s alright?

To get the basics out of the way, I am an INFP / Leo. I use She/They pronouns and am Bi (pref for men). I have a knack for drawing/painting, it’s the hobby i am most known for and center around my life. I really like to read+write stories as well. I experiment with music here and there, i just recently took up guitar. I’m also a HUGE movie buff, i like to analyze movies and tv shows for fun and world building is so intriguing to me! In the summer i really enjoy hiking, i think i’m a pretty nature-esc type of person. If not out in nature i just really like the confines of my room. :)

I have really messy short brown hair, brown eyes and littered with freckles. Pretty short, at a whopping 5’4. I usually like to dress up and pride myself on my outfits. My style ranges from fairycore to hippy to dark academia, there’s no telling what i’ll come up with each day. I also have several tattoos and plan on getting many more in the future. I’m fairly quiet for the most part, I only really talk fervently around friends and family. (Mostly bc i tend to ramble if given the chance and i embarrass myself around strangers too often). I tend to joke around because makes it easier for me to talk to people. I cant really do crowds, small spaces are my forte because too many sounds can overwhelm me. My friends often say i’m the mom friend because i tend to be the voice of reason and who they come to when they want advice and such. Plus I carry literally anything you could ever need in my bag while on the go. Curiosity really gets the best of me, i like to adventure and find new things as well as learn new things as much as i can. I try to be as patient as i can be but if my patience is worn thin i do get pretty frustrated and snappy. I’m not very proud of it. My love language is acts of service; a runner up to that is words of affirmation. And last but not least, my biggest pet peeves are being treated like im a child/dumb, liars/lying in general, and pessimists.

I really hope this wasn’t too much information, but if so I am so so so so sorry lol. I always like to see how people perceive me and in turn who’d they end up matching me with! But please take your time, and enjoy the new year!! ^-^

I match you with Montgomery Gator!

He 100% makes fun of your height because he is a literal giant compared to you

He likes whenever you dress up in fun/different outfits (though he may tease you over it, but its all in good fun)

He LOVES your tattoos!! He thinks they make you look so cool and badass, no matter what the tattoos are of

Since you don't like crowds, he'll sneak you backstage whenever him and the others perform, since it is so much quieter and empty back there

He wants you to see him perform with out you getting overwhelmed by all the people and noise

He cares more than he lets on

Whenever he gets into his moods/rages you may have to be the voice of reason and calm him down

Something about your maternal side just calms him

Whenever you get moody/frustrated around Monty he has no ideas what to do, he's not good with calming himself down, let alone other people but he does his best

Worst case, it'll lead to an argument. But don't worry Monty will grumble out an apology afterwards before making it up to you

[qierxing]

Engraved

Yan! Albedo x Reader

Word Count: 2674

Inspired by @saekogun 's college AU (your stuff is so great to read! thank u for ur hard work, i love all your prompts!)

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His nickname, the Chalk Prince, caught your attention first.

You laughed with your group of friends and asked the question: "How does a college nerd get that kind of nickname?"

When you lay eyes upon him in passing, you quickly understand why. Unmarred alabaster skin, twinkling cobalt eyes, and pale spun gold hair tied in an elegant fashion to boot. He looks like he stepped out of a Mondstadtian fairytale himself. What is this guy's skin routine? He looks like a finely made sculpture by the archons themselves!

However, you don't dwell on the gossip for long; the homework the professors assign is hard and labs keep you up in the studios with the others to finish your work into late hours. Too often you find yourself falling asleep at your easel, trying to perfect your homework for submission.

It's one early morning that you cross paths with him.

You must've looked like a wreck. Your oil painting assignment was due at noon and you were in a rush to get it done before the lab started. You were pretty sure that you weren’t a human then. Your outfit was completely wrinkled and shaky fingers clutched a thermos of instant coffee, and your eye bags highlighted your eyes. Yeah, definitely not sane at that time.

"What are you painting?" You barely process the question, blinking at him in a tired stupor. Your crusty eyes blink again, and his slender form comes into focus, jeweled eyes studying your canvas. Trying to appear somewhat conscious, you rub at your dry eyes and look at your painting.

"Ah, well...it's for Professor Dainleif's assignment, and since the theme is about the meaning of life…" You gestured vaguely, unsure of what to say to the pristine looking man, nay, Adonis next to you.

"..." He says nothing as he studies your painting closely, as if trying to commit it into his memory. You shift uncomfortably, picking up your palette knife and brush to try to continue your assignment. You're not sure whether you want to know what the man's thoughts were, and you can only hope that he doesn't start giving unwanted critique at this hour. You were much too unhinged for that right now.

Before you can even lay your brush against the canvas, he speaks again.

"Why did you choose to paint this for the theme?" You sit there dumbfounded, palette knife and brush hovering in the air. Is this guy for real? Swallowing your slowly growing irritation, you worry your lips as you try to put one comprehensible sounding thought together with what little brainpower you have.

"Ah, well…" You trail off, scratching your neck. "I guess that a lot of people when they hear 'meaning of life' like to take it literally; whether it be nature or babies and stuff…" His eyes are on you now, and it makes you even more nervous as you gesture as you talk. "But I painted this because I thought, for me, the meaning of life is enjoying the things around you." You eye the messy silhouettes of your friends in the painting strokes, noting to yourself to fix it later.

"Fascinating, that's an interesting interpretation. My apologies, I never introduced myself. The name's Albedo. It was nice talking to you…?"

"[First]. It was nice talking to you too, Albedo. Sorry, I really gotta…" You gesture towards your canvas with your palette knife and he nods sagely with the air of a wizened old man.

"Of course, good luck with your assignment." He leaves you in peace, finally.

—

You barely remember the small interaction as the days pass. As homework piles up, you find yourself too busy to remember what would end up being your first conversation with the Kreinderprinz.

The second time you met him was a coincidence. Venti was all too gleeful in dragging you to a frat party (it was only a matter of time, you mournfully sighed) and getting you to socialize with his circle of friends. You didn't realize it also included a certain prince.

"[First], it's nice to see you again." You nod in acknowledgement at the polite greeting, sipping at the cheap store bought beer that was on the refreshments table. Albedo looks sorely out of place in the party, dressed in a neat black button up shirt with slacks, but it suits him well. On the other hand, you were trying to drown yourself in your large sweatshirt and leggings.

"I see you were also dragged here." You joke, lightly chuckling as you watch the chaos unfold in front of you. Venti started a game of beer pong with some other people and you already feel like you're watching a movie play out in real time.

He hums with a wry smile, idling to stand next to you. "Kaeya told me you were coming, so I came willingly, don't worry."

You pause, red styrofoam cup at your lips at the blunt statement.

"I...I see." You reply, unsure of what to make of the sentiment. While you also know the ever so charming Kaeya, you were unsure of why Albedo wanted to come solely because of your presence.

"How did your oil painting go?" He is also watching the terrible game happening but you catch his turquoise orbs glancing at you. "I felt your piece was very interesting when I last saw it."

"Oh, thank you." You feel warmth in your cheeks after hearing a genuine compliment coming from the stoic man. Maybe the guy wasn't so bad after all.

The raucous cheer of the beer pong party fades into the background as both of you ease into a comfortable conversation, and the alcohol loosens your lips and attitude, lulling you in a warm contentedness. You quickly learn that Albedo is in the bio-chem department, but he wanted to get an art minor, hence why he is interested in art.

"Oh, are you also in Professor Dainleif’s class? I swear I never saw you though…unless you’re in a different section?” You ask curiously, swirling your beer around.

“Ah no, I’m taking Professor Vermeer’s class at the moment.” Your mouth makes an ‘o’ shape as realization kicks in.

“Well, you must be something if you’re surviving under his tutelage.” You quirk an eyebrow with a smirk. You have heard many stories about that specific professor, stories ranging from horror to thrilling.

“Mm, perhaps. He’s a very interesting teacher.” You internally cringe, seeing Albedo’s seemingly forced smile, wondering if he was merely humoring you. You hoped not. It would be embarrassing, if it turned out he thought you were an idiot and didn’t like you. A shout of your name draws your attention, much to the displeasure of your conversation partner.

"Hey, [First], c'mon! Play with us, pleaseeee? Pretty please?" Venti waves with puppy dog eyes and you flip him off, rolling your eyes.

"I'm not getting blitzed before a lab tomorrow, whacko." Checking your watch, you realize how late it's gotten. "Damn, I should get going actually. I need sleep."

Venti whines pathetically but you brush him off, knowing that if the party animal got his way, that you will not be alive for class tomorrow.

"Would you like me to escort you, [First]?" You side glance Albedo, scratching your cheek.

"I’m good, no worries..” You shuffle in place, a bit embarrassed at the undivided attention you have from Albedo. Taking a quick look back, you see that Venti is on the beer pong table and screaming the lyrics to what seemed to be Bohemian Rhapsody. Kaeya is laughing his ass off, Diluc is trying to get the bard down, and everyone else is just watching the situation unfold.

Albedo watches in chagrin as you snap a quick picture before you wave goodbye to him and vanish into the cold night air outside.

He really wanted to speak more with you at length.

—

The third time you met him felt…off.

There was no way to describe it, really. What was the absolute chance of him showing up in the place that you went painting?

“Ah, [First], we meet again.” Albedo’s voice is calm as he continues drawing on his easel, ignoring your dumbfounded figure standing at the hilltop, holding all of your painting supplies. The wind blows, bringing the scent of lampgrass and petrichor to your nose. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, ah…” You’re not sure whether you want to flee in embarrassment or to stay and ignore him. Remembering why you were here, you grudgingly set down your own easel and start setting up for painting. "Just...wanted to get some practice in."

You weren't lying...completely. You were in a funk and weren’t getting anywhere in your assignments, so you decided to come to your favorite haunt to paint. It feels like the first time you met him; then again, painting in front of others has always been unnerving, so you dismiss it as that.

"For homework?"

You refrain from snapping your easel in half, reminding yourself of its price. “Ah, not exactly...I'm in an art block so I thought some change of scenery might help.”

He’s just making conversation. Why were you feeling so on edge?

“Funny you say that, I’m also here because of the same reason.” You crack your fingers as you go through your stretching exercises. Going through your brushes and pencils is a soothing action that grounds you. You remind yourself that you’re both in an art funk, something to find solidarity over. And for Archons' sake, he's literally the least threatening dude you ever laid eyes on.

"Then that makes the two of us, hm?" He gives an amused chuckle and your grin is stretched painfully as you turn away to your canvas.

“I was wondering…” You hum in response, not fully paying attention to him continuing to speak, his voice a soothing melody to the whispering winds.

“I’ve run into a…problem with my assignment.” You continue to sketch out the landscape before you, wanting to lose yourself in your painting. “A…block, you could say. I was wondering if you could possibly be my model to help me out with this.” You lose your grip on the pencil momentarily, barely catching the sharpened instrument before it falls on the grass. Pausing, you look over to meet his unnerving clear gaze trained squarely on you.

Something shines in his jewel-like eyes, and you wonder if this was how Pygmalion felt when his beloved sculpture came to life.

“I-I…I, uh, I’m very flattered, Albedo.” You’re not sure why you’re grasping at straws at what you could say to the man. “Er…uhm I’m not sure if I would be able to be of any help though…” Truthfully, being alone here was already uncomfortable enough. Even though that strange gaze has been lifted off you, the feeling of being with Albedo was already rather stifling enough. You’d rather not spend any longer than needed in his presence.

“Hm, well, I hope you will think it over.” Your skin prickles even though he does nothing but continue his painting.

—

Against your better judgement, you came over to his place. He offered free food— what were you supposed to do, not take it?

His apartment is small, but feels spacious enough to live in. It’s neat. Too neat. While things had their place within the tight walls, there’s a sense of emptiness, like no one had actually lived there. It was not unlike a doctor’s office, you thought to yourself as he led you to the kitchen.

“Nice place you got.” The compliment was not entirely fake: the place was nice, as nice as you could get with the clinical cleanliness the apartment radiated.

“It’s nothing much,” He waves his hand dismissively and you bite back a scoff. What a rich kid. You know of several people who would kill to be in his position.

Still, the complaints don’t come out, especially when you find a steaming hot delicious plate of what looked to be salmon in front of you.

“This is delicious—“ Your eyes sparkle as you hold a hand over your mouth. The burst of umami bursts on your tongue and you find yourself stuffing yourself rather inelegantly. “Holy crap, what is this? You gotta tell me the recipe.”

You’re unaware, but Albedo’s eyes soften as you scarf down the dish like it’s your last meal.

“Of course.” He replies, head in one hand as he dreamily stares and you push down the urge to just stop eating and vacate the room entirely.

The modelling part hardly bothers you as Albedo seats you on a chair and instructs you to just sit there. For a few minutes, everything was fine. Your eyelids began to droop, head swaying to keep yourself up.

It won't hurt if I just close my eyes for a moment…

—

When you wake up, your first feeling is embarrassment at having fallen asleep.

Why is it so cold?

As you begin to come to, your embarrassment morphs into mortification to the fact that you were completely naked. You try to curl in on yourself, to preserve some sort of dignity, but the rattle of metal brings your frantic eyes to your arms and legs, your blurred vision barely processing the chains that shackle your limbs to the wooden chair. Shaking them, your breathing gets more erratic and uncontrollable as your panic shoots through the roof.

What the hell happened? Who did this-

The door opens, and you flinch, and despite knowing that you still can’t protect your body from prying eyes, your shoulders and legs hunch automatically to cover what little it can. Golden hair gleams in the sunset light, and your breath stops.

“Oh, you’ve woken up.” Albedo talks as if he’s talking about the weather, as if your naked body wasn’t on display and chained like a laboratory animal. His eyes still glimmer like jewels and you wonder if Galatea ever felt like her entire existence was a lie. “Are you feeling cold? I just turned the heat up, so hopefully you won’t be as cold now.”

He walks over and you curl even more inwards and while his touch is featherlight, it might as well be digging into your very nerves, as his eyes rake and rake and etch themselves into your pores. He pulls away but you can’t even feel relief, for when you lift your head, your eyes widen in terror as they see sketches upon sketches upon the walls.

Sketches of you doing homework. Of you sleeping. Of you eating, talking with friends. There’s so many papers, they all overlap each others and crumple and blur into each other and oh god you feel like you’re going to throw up-

Albedo sighs as if the world was taken off his shoulders and your eyes snap to him again. “Do you know how I felt when I found true beauty, but never being able to capture its essence? No matter how much I produced, none of them could hold a candle to yours truly.” He tuts and smiles at you.

“But finally...I have finally managed to create a masterpiece that has captured your essence entirely.” He walks to the canvas and you realize with growing horror that it was the very one he stood at when beginning to draw you. He whips off the tarp and you hold back a scream.

You might as well be looking in the mirror, for the being before you is the same position as you, surrounded by chains and your body on display. Against your wishes, you cannot deny it is done with a skill like no other, truly a beautiful haunting piece, but you feel like you might faint the longer you stare into the brushstrokes that make up your body.

“What have you done?” You finally croak, tears spilling out of your eyes.

His smile radiates no warmth or comfort, a cold statue smiling and his porcelain skin cracking.

“I have engraved you into my heart.”

[sagessoftwings]

Hey bestie 🤪 I'm submitting this while sick so I hope it makes sense but it's for a Demon Slayer boyfriend matchup 🥵😛🥵🥰🥰 (and I guess hq??? JWJSHSH) preferably one of the "moons"/demons (still never seen it!! :D)

Basic descriptors:

She/her, 5'4, chubby girl, very long messy hair, glasses, pale as a fucking vampire djbdkdjef and a Scorpio!!!

More interesting information!!!

I'm a very hyper !!!! Puppy!!! Esk character!!! Sjjshshfksdf. My two modes are hyper and sleep. I'm very loving and my personality type is the Debater (ENTP I think?? I'm bad with the acronyms sjdhsbbff) I think the Debater really fits because even though I'm very !!! Hyper!!!! I like to believe I am also pretty smart and well off with both words and my perception of others !!! And I love talking 💀 I don't shut up very often 💀💀💀

I love art !! Drawing!! Painting!!! Music!! AAA!!

I collect manga books and I love video games but like nice ones like Stardew valley (and not so nice ones like phasmophobia, which I'm really good at!!)

I tend to walk around with my tongue blepped out like a dog 💀 or I wander off and get lost B)

I am AFRAID of bugs!! Icky!!! But I appreciate what they do for the environment and I think some of them are super cool!! Just keep me away from them 😭

I am often described as a "Labrador" if I were a dog. Blonde, fluffy, friendly (hungry 😂) Labrador!!!

I love to sleep and nap but I also love exercise !! Hustle hustle !!!

I'm very good with all types of people, from energetic to more lowkey, I try to be very understanding of others needs socially. However, I do have a streak of not taking shit and am usually the one that speaks up/can deal with confrontation 🥴 people no scary, I fight 😤😤

Thank you so much ily!! Mwah!! Have a good day!!!! ♥️❤️♥️❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️

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HI HI ABSOLUTELY!! I ENJOYED TALKING TO YOU AND I HOPE YOU BECOME A MUTUAL!! YOU’RE SO SWEET AND FUNNY!!

⚠️warnings⚠️: smut, language and kokushibo need I say more?

For Demon Slayer I ship you with: Kokushibo!!

-Very and I mean very protective of you

-He loves to watch over you though, it makes him feel like he has a purpose

- He’s so gentle with you it’s so fucking cute, he loves to brush your hair after a long hot bath and hum to you as you drift to sleep

- He finds comfort in having you around and is one of those guys that compares your hand sizes together

- Koku is pretty tame around the other upper rank demons but with you he can get all mushy and gushy with you, he just thinks you’re so fucking adorable

-Likes to have you sit on his lap ;)

-His favorite pastime with you is to take you to the rooftop and dance with you (THIS MANS HAS SNATCHED HIPS I JUST KNOW HE CAN MOVE THEM)

-If you teach him to paint he’ll use it as a coping mechanism to keep him calm but if you two get in a disagreement and he wants to apologize he’ll paint a frowny face and a “i’m sorry” at the bottom

-Has the cutest fucking pet names like “my star”, calling you “stellar” and just moon based nicknames

-Literally treats you like royalty, like mr.darcy level shit

- Big big hands that always seem to find their way to yours

- Will always be there for you if you need him to remove a spider for you

- Koku has a bad habit of staring but it’s just him admiring you and he'll give you the sweetest smile when you catch him

- he's not shy of PDA (respectively won’t do anything extreme) but typically only holds your hand and gives you small pecks

-You always make him feel so special by the fact that you chose him, which he desperately needs

-Smutty smut-

- Koku loves when you ride him and he can hold onto you and wrap his arms around your waist while kissing and biting away at you neck while whispering praise

- will always find a way to grope onto your ass

- call him “mine”, praise him and your guaranteed some good ass head

-surprisingly gentle and loves for you to sit on his face, don't be surprised if he makes you wear his kimono while doing so

- definitely has a breeding kink just saying (mating press all the way)

-Very sweet and will always check if your okay, everything feels good and you know your safeword before starting

- best aftercare out of everyone, he’ll run you a bath , get you food, whatever you need

- Koku likes to take you to the hot springs at night and just absolutely destroy you babes, it’s his severe corruption kink that gets him going

- will kiss every inch of you body no doubt, it’s like a reward

- The best to hang onto after getting your guts rearranged :)

- number one thing that gets him severely turned on is when you kiss each of his eyes and then his lips HE WILL GO FERAL SO DO THIS AT YOUR OWN COST

For Haikyuu I ship you with: Tendou Satori!!

- Perfect match in my opinion, your energies match perfectly

- Tendou loves absolutely everything about you from you hair to you laugh

- He will always stay up late with you playing video games while he facetimes you

- Tendou loves when the two of you have sleepovers at his apartment and has a whole skincare routine planned out for the two of you

-Likes to put your hair up in awful hairstyles and see your reaction

-Tendou never fails to tell you how much he loves you and he will go off on a rant about each and every thing he loves about you

-You two will definitely paint your nails together

-Tendou like to call you his “smarty pants” and “smart cookie”

-This man cannot draw for shit but he will try for you, he’ll draw you two as stick figures on a picnic and the wine bottle will come out looking like a penis

-YOU TWO READ MANGA TOGETHER AND SHARE YOUR BOOKS AND IT’S THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER

-Tendou likes to play Hozier and Harry Styles a lot and have you dance with him but after that sweet moment WAP will definitely come on.

- This man will always be to your rescue whenever there is a bug, but 10/10 chance he will scream the whole time

- You will be the one to stand up to people when they make fun of Tendou’s appearance and he swears to god he falls more and more in love with you each time

- If you come to his place after working out and are still in leggings this man will go feral and slap your ass like 30 times

-Smutty Smut-

- Tendous long ass fingers aren’t for nothing babe

- this man gives best head no doubt and always makes sure you’re prioritized first

- has a serious praise kink, please tell him he’s pretty and call him yours

- grew his hair back out so you’d have something to grab onto ;)

- Tendou has a severe corruption kink

- LOVES doggy style with you but also loves missionary

- If you ask, he will totally bring chocolate into the bedroom… please ask

- His roughness will simply depend on your days, if you had a rough day he’ll go sweet and slow with you to make it special but if want it rough and he had a bad day, god bless your soul

- he also unironically calls you “mama’s”

- he’s definitely a titty sucker but makes sure to treat each part of your body with utmost respect and attention you deserve

- Tondou loves to kiss your tummy and thighs and swears to gos that dying by your thighs would be an honorable death, so in other words pls sit on his face

[d6rkroom]

— ‘𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼.’

finn mcnamara x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: this took way longer than it should've, my apologies fer’ that! BUT THANK YOU ELIAN FOR GIVIN’ ME THE GENERAL IDEA FOR THIS, I HAD A TON OF FUN WRITIN’ IT! YER’ BIG BRAIN AS HELL!

warnings. forced breeding, dubcon, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, degrading k., dumbification, brat taming, sex infront of a mirror, manhandling, belly bulge, cum inflation, implied mpreg.

it was expected, it was only a matter of time before his olden behavior caved in on him and he relapsed right back into those sickly habits from nothing more than a year prior.

finn mcnamara was a slut. a dirty, good for nothing cheater. you knew his loyalty was short lived— his drive for exploration and choas secured that lucid notion in your brain ever since the two of you had started your dating journey.

how naive were you to untrust your heart with him, so utterly idiotic.

there you were, fingers curled around the doorknob as you lay in wait for your boyfriend to take note of the new presence clouding the room. your face was sheathed in coats of not shock, nor distaste— just inflicted with an expressionless disappointment. whatever bit of rage that fogged your mind swiftly dissolved along with his sexual mate that accompanied your spot on the bed.

nonchalant as ever, he sent a sloppy smile your direction; probably as a result of whatever poor pounding he just received from the rather small looking guy who was just in your room. pathetic, he couldn't even wait a few hours for your attention so he tossed aside his pride and let his greedy hole get creamed by someone at least half your size.

“satisfied with yourself, whore?” a satirical snear contorted your lips. one he knew a little to well, one he could tell apart from your usual one. the one you would often flicker as the two of you conversed. he knew you loved him, as did he; yet, the outcome of pushing your buttons was one he couldn't shake the craving for.

“hah, as satisfied as ever— sweetheart.” his first mistake was underestimating your tolerance for his bullshit. the second was letting that sour chuckle rip past his throat.

he was already exposed, clothes abandoned along side his dignity. letting such a inexperienced and second option hook-up ruin his beautifully stretched hole was baffling to you. was he really that desperate to have his ass filled and feel full for the remainder of the evening? you already knew the answer to your own inquiry.

he sputtered out a few words that glazed past your ears and straight out the back of your head. you had no care to hear any other soft attempts to convey how what he committed was mistake or how his body was now yours for the night. you had tunnel-vision set on his spend, plump ass that was already wiggling in the air— contrast from his cheek, which was pressed into the matress.

you give a harsh smack on the milky flesh, making finn’s lower half jolt in retaliation; halting his train of thought and stopping his tongue mid monologue. his hands instinctively sink into the pillow beneath his neck. you shift your weight, prying his thighs apart and spreading his cheeks wide open; the perfect view. the head of your cock, flushed red and throbbing gives a few pokes at his pulsating rim which is already venting around nothing.

you give his hole a few, firm slaps from the length of your shaft. beckoning that bratty inclination from out from beneath him— you wanted to hear those lips bark out your name. persuading you to rock in and out of his useless body.

“you want that? my cock to just slip right inside you without need for an apology? without regard for what i just caught you doing in, our bed?”

you almost give in, but you're smarter than to let finn get what he so desperately wants, that easily. rubbing your palm into his hips, small pats connecting with the side of his abdomen insinuate he fetches the mirror from the corner of the bedroom. no words were required in the exchange, he knew his place— plain and simple. and he sure as hell knew what you silently commanded he do.

an exasperated groan grumbles from the depths of his chest, his tongue clicked in annoyance at the sudden expectation for him to remove himself from his lewd position. so stupid, he throws away your years of love to get fucked by some stranger and then complains as you whisk him away from the sheets. he had driven you to your witt's end.

“excuse you, cunt? did i just hear you protest, after cheating in my bed, in my house? don't forget who owns you.”

his blood ran cold and the hairs on the back of his neck sprung to life with an accompanying chill that relished up his spine. his shoulders visibly cringed at your tone as he wasted no time flipping over and hoisting the mirror slowly to the foot of the bed. with the reflective piece of glass now fitted nicely as it leaned against the bedframe— finn crawled atop the messy array of sheets.

“y/n look.. m’sorry don't-” he wasn't allowed to finish, at least not anymore he wasn't. you weren't going to let him disrespect your authority under your roof any longer.

without thinking your hand reaches to unbuckle your belt, fingers toying with the zipper and button respectively. tugging your pants and boxers down without caution— you carded a few free fingers into his messy, mop of hair. digging into and only making it a much more noticable mess than before as you yanked his face to meet yours.

you felt a guley glob of spit collect under your tongue, shooting the wad right between his eyes; saliva leaking down the bridge of his nose and bleeding onto his upperlip. you knew how he adorded being tossed around like trash, better yet, treated as such. he was getting off to this, his eyes pooling wide with lust everytime a vulgar insult leaped from behind your teeth.

he tries not to let his words slur as you play with his still, very tender asshole. breath hitching every step of the way as you spin him to face the direction of the mirror. his hole was still lubed and wet from his previous visitor, giving you very easy access with little push or resistance.

his eyes roll back, you keep your gaze attentive on his decoy on the other side of the glass. your fat cock streaching him out has his lips parting to release a squeal of appreciation, a lavish burn following close suit as you sink deeper inside of him. he's not regretting his choice to unturn his devotion towards you; not yet at least.

“getting off to this slut? look at yourself, i haven't even started to really fuck you yet. pathetic.”

finn’s eyes are trained on his reflection, the look of tragedy curling over his spit-slicked lips. he could feel how deep you were, reaching spots he didn't even know were there. he can also make out the veins on your cock dragging along his walls and you're right; he is getting off to this. it felt so good— he felt so good— it all was good.

you rut into his ass like a feral animal, grunting cocktailed with sour remarks to keep the tension rising. instinctively he clings onto the fabric beneath him for dear life, knuckles fading from bright red to a pale white. through the fog of pleasure clogging his mind, he can only keen out an audible ‘yes’ to all of the questions and words that jumbled from your mouth.

with your eyes fixated on the way his skin ripples and jiggles against your hips, the fat riding up onto yer’ waist with the brutal pace you keep. he attempts to protest with how close he feels himself getting, only to be cut off by one hard slam after another— cock drilling into his tight little hole with intentions to impregnate him.

concepts of his usualy flat tummy growing round and bloated as you fucked it full of your little swimmers now press into your mind. each seed racing to see which will be the one to knock up your boyfriend; rendering him yours forever. your vigor prevails, motivated by the sole image of your slut giving birth to one, maybe two of your genetic creations. your offspring.

finn wonders if the cheating scandal really has your stamina skyrocketing, that is until through the intoxication of your speed— he realizes. fuck, you don't have a condom. he can't get pregnant, as much as he'd want to settle down with you he has way to many jobs that would release him from employment if they found out he had a baby in his belly. you wouldn't do that to him, would you? you knew how near and dear traveling from place to place, job to job was to him. was this punishment?

“sweeti- ah! y/n c-condom!”

even with his tongue tripping over ever other word, you could decipher the clutter of gibberish all too well. he had figured out your plan to breed his tiny body.

“oh? that silly thing? i gotta make you my wife, remember? just a stupid little whore who can only work from home. nobody wants to fuck a pregnant bitch. maybe that'll teach you to keep it in your pants.”

“n-no— ah-! fuck..”

your words sent tingles over his scalp, squelching noises resonate through the air mingled with your bitter laughter. drool starts to seep from the corners of his mouth and tears begin to well up in his eyes as he watches his mirror double get impailed by the outline of your cock. he knows soon that a small child will fill the roll of your shaft, he can't do anything but try to resist as the idea of your warm, stick love flooding his womb only grows on him.

at this point, all finn is doing is whimpering on your cock, degrading making the pressure behind his thighs hotter and his ass tighter. that familiar knot twisting in his lower stomach begging to snap as you roll into his prostate with a hunger glistening in your eyes. you flip finn on his back and catch his bottom, wet lip between your teeth and tug with the push of your hips. eye contact is never broken as your hot load spurts long and sticky ropes through his ass and into his belly. so full, he's so positively full as he feels your genes enter his boy womb— effectively impregnating and painting his gummy walls with white fluid.

soon a bunch of mini you’s will roam the empty spaces in your home and you'll start the perfect family together. you had planned to make him your bitch for quite some time, but the cheating only sped up the inevitable. finn sobbed into the crook of your neck; protruding tummy poking at your abdomen as he loosely attached to you.

the whole ordeal would be burned into his brain and yours, the mirror serving his eyes a sick reminder that he was now tasked with carrying your kid. forever.