#I'll probably draw on my less busy days

[vitiateoriginator]

I'm finally taking a fucking vacation from my job next week

[bestedoesmeow]

what about us?

daniel ricciardo & ex!gf reader

request :Heyyyy, could you maybe do a Daniel Ricciardo x Ex-GF!reader where they run into each other at a vacation(they’re both alone), and as they spend time together, they realise they’re not over each other. It could be a mix of one shot and smau

song to listen while reading: pink - what about us

You see him standing there, his gorgeous smile on his lips, holding his beer. His body moves lazily with the rhythm, his lips syncing with the lyrics, "Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive." He talks to the person next to him, effortlessly beautiful, just as you remember him. Suddenly, his eyes catch yours after years. It's the first time in years; you had avoided watching him race, laugh, or be interviewed to avoid eye contact, even from the screen. To forget him: his smile, his touch, his laughter.

Your blood rushes through your veins, your hands slightly shake with the contact, your cosmopolitan leaves stains on your white dress as he makes his way towards you. His steps drawing closer, your heart beats louder, heavier, faster.

"Enchanté," he says, as if trying to remind you that after years, you're in Paris again. Together, but not like before.

"Enchanté," you manage to say, hiding your shaky hands by placing your drink on the nearest table. His eyes are even brighter, more beautiful than you remember.

"It's been years. What are you doing here?" he asks, a big smile on his lips.

"Here for a holiday with a few friends. What about you?"

"We're on summer break; came here with some of the guys from the grid," he points to three guys dancing and drinking next to the cocktail table.

"You look fantastic," he adds, probably unaware of its effect on you.

"Thank you. Yeah, you too," you stutter, trying to smile and avoid flashbacks of your last night together upon hearing his voice.

8 YEARS AGO

"I know, I understand you have to move there, and I fully support you, but what about us?" you say, tears filling your eyes. His hands cup your cheeks, and he gets closer on the couch. Tears well up in his eyes as he watches you cry, perhaps for the last hour.

"We're going to be okay. We can try long distance, FaceTime every night. You can visit me, and during breaks, I'll come here, huh?"

"Promise you won't let me go? Won't get tired of me, the FaceTimes, the long hours of traveling."

He presses his nose to yours, breathing slowly to hold back tears. "I'd never, ever get tired of you, Y/N. If there's something more important to me than my career in F1, it's you. Nothing in this world can take me away from you," he says, leaving a peck on your lips.

"I promise too. I'll try my best to make this work, what we have."

He left home three days after your conversation, and you decided to break up in the second month of the long distance. He was aggressive, stressed, busy. You decided to give him the break he seemed to want. He didn't say anything, but he cried for hours in the motorhome, had the worst qualifying sessions. Meanwhile, you left your house, moved back in with your family, and changed schools.

It wasn't truly over, of course. No one came into your life during those years, not even in Daniel's case. All you could think of was him: the late-night talks, the way he touched you, the way you loved each other.

He was a beautiful trauma.

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"How's everything going? Are you done with school?" he asks, while you're lost in memories.

"Oh yes, I'm teaching at an elementary school in Boston now," you say, catching him looking you up and down.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. I always knew you'd be a great teacher. Look at you."

"I'm proud of you too. You look great in the Red Bull suit," you say, mostly confessing. "I knew all of this would bear fruit."

"You've always been so supportive. I can never thank you enough," he says.

"So supportive that I couldn't bear anyone with any less supportiveness. I am- was addicted to you," he panics, swiftly changing the word.

"Is there anyone? Has there been anyone?" you ask, the words coming out unexpectedly.

"No, it was never after you, and I don't think it ever will be after you."

"I missed you, Daniel. I missed you for days, weeks, months, and years. I learned how to cope with it, but I never learned enough to forget you. You'll always be my favorite person," you say, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands cup his cheek, and your body shivers with the touch, contact after years. His eyes well up, and his lips curl into a painful smile.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you for everything you sacrificed for me. I love you, I love you forever," he says, kissing the palm of your hand.

"Thank you for showing me what love is, Danny. I'm so thankful. Maybe we're meant to be in another universe?" you say, bursting into tears with your last words. His arms pull you into a tight hug, his lips moving on your hair, leaving peck kisses.

"I don't think I'll be leaving you now that I've found you."

[kanmom51]

The way JK just walks in and takes his natural place next to JM.

The way JK just takes his place next to JM, no visible exchange between them to start with in the moment - all when we know, we see, them interacting right through, close interactions, feels like the two weren't really apart for too long.

Kind of like when you are together with someone close, part ways for a short time and then get back together. No need for hellos and niceties, just taking your natural place by their side. You acknowledge each other's presence. It's enough. It's not the start of an interaction, it's just a natural continuation of one.

Full clip here:

As for Tae, he comes in and stands behind JM, it looks like the manager draws JM's attention to Tae behind him (this before JM can acknowledge JK by his side, which he does immediately after), he turns around and Tae opens his arms for a hug, JM going in for it.

Just thought I'd bring this post back.

From the interactions we saw during the concert Vmin seemed to be fine. The friendly hug, the catching up (JM showing Tae what seems to be his boxing knuckles) - oh how that moment must have burnt for some... I definitley don't think it's a rift or a quarrel or a friendship breakup. If they have been seeing less of each other it would be more so perhaps each busy with their own lives, relationships, workloads. You know, like real grownups in the grownups world, where we have good friends but don't get to see them as often because life and work get in the way. Also, you know, as that pesky thing called everyday life gets in the way, some friendships get stronger and some can go stagnant or fade away. I'm not saying that's the case with Vmin. But it is possible that both find it more important to spend the spare time they have with their significant others, now that they can, while they can and before they can't.

And to those that are even thinking of it, don't start with the comparisons to the Hobi enlistment BTB or hug. That was totally different. The setting was an emotional one. JM walking in, going to stand by the 2 people he needed to be with emotionally (for them and himself).

As for the dialogue there, it clearly proved that it wasn't a "I missed you because I haven't seen you for a long time" hug, and more like an "I'm kind of emotional and hung over from drinking with you all night" hug.

Ok then, now that this is done, on to a little admin.

I'm still having issues converting my clips and uploading them. I guess we'll just see as we go. Me probably uploading clips in separate posts in the next few days.

In the meantime thought, I'll leave you with this:

Well, because!

[greekceltic]

FAQ Page

I'm not quite done with this, but it'll be nice for later.

Is it okay if I take inspiration from your art and concepts? I've been in a situation in recent years where another artist has taken far, far too much. You've probably seen me talk about it. It's a subject I'm pretty burnt out on. I recently saw another artist's take on this and it seemed sensible to me. I'm just going to quote theirs. I have tried to find my own words, but right now I find myself more comfortable using someone else's. "Well, if you’re having to ask me for permission, either your design is too similar or you’re being overly nervous about a normal artistic process. You’re absolutely free to use my work as a source of inspiration but I’d strongly encourage you to think about the details from my design you like most, and remix them with other concepts into your own unique take."

Taking inspiration is something everyone does, but please don't become a shadow I get bi-weekly alerts about. Ideally your pool of inspiration will be many artists and concepts re-imagined into something unique to you- and that you're being honest with yourself about the result.

Your art is being copied! / Will you tell me who the copy cat is? I know your intentions are in the right place, and I appreciate that, but I get a lot of messages about this and am tired. I'm sure if my art ends up somewhere it shouldn't be or there's a significant event, the community will get it to me through people I know, but let me rest. I'm just sayin' get a second or third opinion before coming to my inbox.

I sent you a message and you didn't respond. Sorry about that. I tend not to stress about messages because it can be a drain. You're more likely to get a response if you let me know from the get go what you want, but nothing is guaranteed. Sometimes I didn't see it, sometimes I got busy or forgot, sometimes I plan to do it later, sometimes I just opted out. It's not personal.

Are you okay with fanart? What about OC interactions? Can I post it? Sure, just don't profit off of it and please credit me. If you want to draw my OCs interacting with yours that's also fine- though I prefer situations where their actions make sense. Alf wouldn't make your character cry for fun, for example. He's grumpy but not cruel. Posting it is fine. Where do you Rp? Are you looking for more partners? Discord mostly. Roleplay consumes a lot of time so these days I mostly only play with my buddy Thema. I probably wouldn't have time to play, but I like to hang around people that do and I don't mind being asked. Just please don't be sad if I never get around to responding! I'm most compatible with people who are comfortable with radio silence.

Can I use your characters in roleplay/as roleplay refs? Considering I actively roleplay my OCs and there's a potential for confusion, I'd rather you didn't. Though I think there's a difference between linking to my art and saying 'this is my character', and linking to it to say 'this has the mood I'm going for, but here's what's different about my character--'. The latter is fine.

Can I make Fan OCs for your setting? Thinking about this makes me tired. Maybe I'll get to a point where I'm more comfortable later, but for now I'd rather you didn't make something directly from my worlds. But lets be real, you don't need my permission to draw cat monsters and I take a huge amount of inspiration from ancient history. Many of my concepts are inspired by things that you can read about and be inspired too. If you see something and are curious if there's a historical source, just ask. Hopefully I'll remember.

Can I repost your work? I don't mind as long as I'm credited. Most of my art has a signature on it already. If it doesn't, please add a link or my name so people can find me. I'm less okay with my work being used as a pageviews grab on a site where I have an active social media presence, but it's probably not worth my time to care.

Do I have permission to draw NSFW art of your characters? No, for a plethora of reasons, some easy to explain and some not, but I probably can't stop you. Just don't profit off of it or show it to me.

Do you have a website for your OCs? I have RP pages for them scattered all over the place and many of them are outdated, but as I type this I recently put some up on Toyhouse. https://toyhou.se/GreekCeltic

Do you have a website for your comic? Sure do. It's an expensive fuck. https://catswaycomic.com/ When does your comic update? Sporadically. I work on it when I have time. My income is solely freelance commissions and Patreon- mostly commissions.

There's other places you could post your comic! Yeah, I know. I may do that someday, but for now I like having my own house, even if it's an expensive fuck. (Not really, the renewal just hits around tax time, Lol).

[arcadekitten]

Currently on a Witchywool brain rot…. Hurggh I love em so much 😭❤️ How do you keep creating such interesting and unique dynamics to ships? Like, becoming obsessed with a bloodthirsty anthoropomorphic sheep and his star witch girlfriend playing god was NOT what I expected when I first played SnD, but here we are 💀

I have a few questions about them that I’d like to ask, if that’s alright!

1) We know that Stella came in from a shooting star… but where did she come from? What are her origins? I read in other posts that she was made out of concentrated stardust and that she came from an entire race of star people… is it alright if you can elaborate on that more?

2- Similarily, does Stella, Lambchop and the other characters have family or something? And if they do, are they going to be introduced sometime? Or will they just be unimportant NPCs?

3- If Stella and Lambchop ever enter a romantic relationship, how would everyone react? Especially Ruuuby; will she be upset at Stella, or will she accept it (after a lot of tears?)

4- Relating to the last question, how would they get together first? Would Stella develop romantic feelings and confess to Lambchop (probably in a VERY sweet and romantic gesture ❤️) or would it be something else that’ll bring them together?

5-What are their feelings about each other and the relationship in general? And what would their dynamic be like? Would it change much from their original friendship, or would it remain somewhat the same except with more physical affection?

6- What are their love languages for each other? (Gift Giving, Quality Time, etc…) As in, how would they show their love for each other?

7- And finally… what would their wedding be like? ;D

I am SO, SO SORRY if this is too much!!! 😥 It’s just that… well, I’d like to write a fanfic of these two someday… and since these two have less screen time together I am STRAVED for content about them, not blaming you, ofc!!! I absolutely love your work and it’s totally understandable that with the amount of time and effort you put into your games that it’s already amazing that you keep finding time to draw them together and create additional content for em! It’s just that I’d love to see more of these two and understand their characters better so that I can write them accurately, if that makes sense :D

So thank you for taking time to read my silly questions (and hopefully answer them if you’re not too busy) and I wish you a good day!! 😁

I'm so happy you like them!! Now you can brainrot with me!! ♡♡♡

I'll try to answer your questions to the best of my ability!!

Perhaps not at this instance but, time permitting, maybe I'll be able to expand it just a bit! I will say though that star people come in all genders and probably dress in similar ways to how Stella does! (So, like...lots of magical girl inspiration haha!) ===

I haven't thought much about it! Stella for sure doesn't have parents--she was born from the stars! As for Lambchop and the others, it's a mystery! ===

I think everyone would be a bit surprised, but happy for them! I answered once in another post that if Stella and Lambchop were to pursue a romantic relationship, Stella would try to set-up Ruuuby with somebody else to try and dampen the blow. If that didn't work, Stella would explain to Ruuuby very gently that she and Lambchop want to be together. Ruuuby would cry, upset that Lambchop doesn't like her, but would be happy for Stella because she loves Stella and wants her and Lambchop to be happy too! ===

I'm hoping that perhaps I can explain this a bit somehow in some of the arts I make of them! I can't see it ramping up to the level of being a game (especially because I don't want to take away from the themes of the original--and I've got other stories I want to make too!) but I think it might be a mix of a confession and something else. ===

If they were to officially get together I don't think it would change too much about their dynamic, but there would be a LOT of physical affection. Lambchop especially would be very clingy, always wrapped around Stella. Calling her things like "My Stella". They each have their own houses but I'm sure Lambchop would invite himself over to Stella's for a "sleepover" a lot, where they're forced to cuddle on her not-big-enough-for-2-people bed to fit (not that they're complaining) ===

I feel as though their love languages are like a mix of gift-giving and quality time, in their weird twisted ways. Lambchop kills people so Stella will have something to fix. Stella fixes everything so Lambchop will have something to ruin again. They might not even fully realize they're doing it, but they do it! ===

Oh their WEDDING? Well, I think it would be a happy one with all their friends, more or less! (Though probably with a lot of disagreements on how to go about it...) I think Stella also, being from the stars and all, might not be used to the concept of dating vs marriage so she might have to get herself accustomed to the idea. Also Lambchop wears a top hat, 100% === I hope that satisfies! And thanks again for your kind words!! ♡

[katsu28]

christmas tree miracle

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: when running horribly late on finding a christmas tree actually turns out to be one of the best decisions of your life

warnings: light swearing

a/n: taking a tiny break from writing 1k celebration things for some holiday fluff, but i'll be back on it soon!! come join kait's sweetest celebration if you'd like! <3

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Things were not going well. With the hectic nature of the holiday season taking over your whole life this time of year, you’d forgotten that you were in charge of securing a Christmas tree for your family.

It was now t-minus five days until Christmas, and you had yet to find a fir tree anywhere in the Outer Banks, which is how you ended up at at a smaller, more mom and pop farm called Woodards over on the south side of the island, praying for a goddamn Christmas miracle that would somehow get you the perfect tree.

But much to your dismay so far, no luck. The tiny lot was near void of trees, save for a few pathetic wilted ones over by the metal fence that definitely wouldn’t bode well if you brought any of them home.

You sighed heavily, shoulders slumping as you dragged a heavy hand down your face at the disaster you’d created for yourself. Christmas was your family’s favorite time of year, and you’d fucked everything up before the day had even come.

How were you supposed to go home and tell them that their favorite holiday tradition wasn’t happening this year, all because you’d gotten a little busier than normal?

“Hey,” A voice called from a little ways away, drawing your attention to the owner of said voice, a boy around your age, broad shoulders in a thick, worn looking grey jacket and blond curls poking out from under a red baseball cap that he tugged down tighter on his head as he peered over at you curiously. “You okay?”

You straightened up instantly, and you sniffed, trying to gain back your composure so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of this stranger. This very cute stranger.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just, erm—trying to find a Christmas tree,” You sighed, gesticulating vaguely.

“Well, this is a Christmas tree farm, so you’ve definitely come to the right place.” He replied, lips quirking up into an amused smile. “Though you’re comin’ in a little late in the game, I’d say. You can probably see that we don’t have much of…anything, really.”

“‘S on me, I totally forgot I was supposed to get it this year.”

“Busy holidays?”

“That’s putting it simply. Feels like it’s coming a lot faster than usual.” You chuckled humorlessly, dragging a tired hand down your face. The boy nodded knowingly, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Any chance you’ve magically got any good trees somewhere around here?”

“I think I might be able to help you out.” He hummed, making a dramatic show of scanning his surroundings before crooking a finger at you to follow him. You fell into step with him as he navigated his way across the farm deftly, your steps a little less sure. What did your parents always tell you about going to a secondary location with a stranger?

The boy could definitely tell you were on edge, because he snorted, an amused smile stretching his lips. “Relax, I’m not gonna do whatever you’re thinkin’. We keep some trees over behind the main tent—the not quite perfect but still pretty good ones, just for poor old saps like you.”

“Oh, he’s funny too!” You rolled your eyes playfully, which made him smile even bigger.

“I try my best. I’m JJ, by the way. Christmas tree extraordinaire.”

“Y/N. Poor old sap.” That drew a laugh from him, and you felt a little bit proud of it. “So what made you wanna work on a Christmas tree farm?”

“Want? Nothing really, but I’ve known the Woodards since I was a kid so they usually hook me up with seasonal jobs. Lawn mowing in the spring, pool cleaning in the summer, that kinda stuff.” He explained, a fond smile creeping over his face. “Plus, Mrs. Woodard makes the best snickerdoodles ‘round this time of year. I swear I could never eat anything other than those cookies for the rest of my life and die happy.”

“They seem really nice.”

“They’re good people. Some of the nicest you’ll ever meet.”

“And they’ve got good taste in employees too. Are all your coworkers this charming?”

“Oh, stop it,” JJ brushed you off unconvincingly, holding a hand over his heart. “You’re making me blush!”

“It’s true! If all Christmas tree salesmen were as good as you, we’d have an even bigger tree shortage!” You laughed. It was weird how you could feel this at ease with someone you’d met not even twenty minutes ago, but here you were, flirting up a storm with JJ. It didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward at all, it felt…natural. Easy. Like you’d known each other for a lot longer.

“You’re just gunning for my cookies, aren’t you?” He teased, nudging your arm with a pointy elbow. You feigned surprise, shrugging innocently. “There might be some on the counter by the cash register later, you can probably snag a few if I’m feeling generous.”

“How kind of you!” Your conversation with JJ was cut short by your arrival at wherever he’d taken you, the sizable amount of pretty decent looking fir trees standing propped up against the fence proving a worthy distraction. “Oh wow, these are beautiful!”

“Feel free to look a little closer if you want, I’ll, uh, start getting some rope ready for you.” JJ set off almost instantly, leaving you studying the trees intently for the perfect one.

You’d only just found one when he reappeared, this time with a bundle of thin rope over his shoulder and some plastic netting, tossing the two on the ground next to the tree you were eyeballing once he was close enough.

“Oh, this one’s a nice one,” He noted, running a hand along the bristly branches. “You’ve got good taste.” You just grinned at him, happy that you were actually getting a tree after all. “I’ll get it tied up and ready to go then!”

JJ made quick work of packing up the giant tree, maneuvering it easily like he’d done it a thousand times before—which, judging by the lack of trees around, he probably had. Within no time, he’d looped the rope around the stump, slinging the whole thing over his shoulder and setting off towards the main tent with you in tow, without so much as breaking a sweat. It was probably one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

“I can’t thank you enough for this, JJ, seriously,” You breathed, digging in your bag for your wallet. JJ leaned the tree against the fence next to the tent, brushing his hands off on his jeans as he made his way behind the counter.

He punched a few buttons on the ancient looking register, shrugging casually. “‘S what I’m here for. Glad I could help.”

“You’re literally the best. What do I owe you?”

“Normally, I’d hike up the price on this beaut for such a last minute score, but luckily for you, there’s a discount today,” He said proudly, grinning a wide, troublemaker smile. “I like to call it my ‘saving a pretty girl from more holiday distress’ discount.”

Your brows flew up at the boldness in his words, but you found yourself smiling. JJ the cute Christmas tree boy had game. “Oh? So how much do I owe you now?”

“Eh, sixty bucks.” JJ replied. Your brows furrowed at the low price. For a tree like this, which was actually pretty nice, you would’ve thought it would cost you an arm and a leg. “And a date.” He added hastily, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“A date.” You echoed, tilting your head thoughtfully, like you were pondering it. Truth be told, you weren’t actually thinking about turning him down at all. In fact, you had also been grappling with asking him out in the duration that you’d gotten to know him.

“Yeah. Coffee, movie, walk around town—I don’t mind. I just…I’d really like to see you again, Y/N.” JJ looked almost nervous now, lips pressing together into a sheepish grin.

“I’d really like to see you again too, JJ.” You meant it. There was just something about him that made you want to know more. You passed him the money you owed him for the tree, which he secured in the register drawer before nodding curtly.

“Here, lemme walk you to your car,” He insisted, shouldering the tree once again with minimal effort. The walk to your car was shorter than you would’ve liked, but alas, here you were. JJ stared up at the roof of your car, propping his hands on his hips with a furrowed brow. “I can get this up there in no time. Light work.” He flipped his hat backwards over his blond locks, pulling a pair of work gloves out of his jacket pocket and sliding them on.

He’d shucked his layers off until he was just in a t-shirt that gave you full view of his biceps, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the sight of him and those biceps hefting the large tree on top of your car. And he was right, he really did get the tree secured to the top of your car in no time, and soon enough he’d opened your door for you, helping you climb in.

Shutting your door carefully, JJ leaned into your open window, braced elbows and open palm holding up his chin as he watched you throw your bag onto the passenger seat. “I’ll see you around?” He asked, cheeks flushing pink in boyish hope. “Soon, maybe?”

“How’s next Friday sound? Lunch at noon?” You offered, tilting your head at him.

JJ beamed at you happily. “Sounds perfect. Text me when you get home, yeah? Gotta make sure that tree survives the journey.”

Your cheeks warmed at the care in his words, even though he tried to disguise it with teasing. “I will.”

“Good.” He murmured, looking like he wanted to say something, but deciding against it. “I’ll see you Friday.”

“See you Friday,” You echoed, smiling warmly at him. “And thank you again, JJ. I mean it. You’ve literally just saved my Christmas.”

“Saving poor old saps is my favorite part of the holiday season.” He teased, winking at you.

“Poor old saps like me?”

“No…nothing like you. You’re way better.”

Feeling emboldened by the wistful look on his face, you leaned out, fingers angling his jaw to the side and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Bye, JJ.”

“Bye.” He sighed, pushing off from the window with his cheeks now a pleased pink. “Drive safe.” You waved at him once more before starting your car, watching him get smaller and smaller in your rearview mirror as you drove away.

Staying true to your word, you texted him the minute after you pulled into your driveway.

Y/N: miracle tree has officially made it home.

A reply came in almost immediately—a selfie of JJ, mid-munch on a cookie, squinting happily at the camera.

JJ: glad to see it. u just missed a fresh batch of snickerdoodles. sucks to suck, doesn’t it 😉

Y/N: you better bring some on friday then

JJ: of course i will. but i gotta tell u now, they come at a price

Y/N: and what would that be?

JJ: one tin of cookies for another date

You hadn’t even gone on your first date, and here he was bartering for a second. He was bold, and you liked it.

Y/N: deal <3

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[ddarker-dreams]

what about ranking the phantom troupe (including my queen hwr reader) on the horny scale?

Note: the day where i reveal the nickname i've personally given HWR reader is drawing nearer... i can feel it . for now i'll continue to call her miss avalor/lady avalor <3 Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, dubcon, voyeurism for Shalnark, dubcon, not SFW themes under the cut.

[Least]

Machi

Machi makes an active effort to exercise restraint. While she’s not a pious individual who lauds sex as a most sacred act, she still finds it to be intimate; vulnerable. It’s the vulnerability that serves as an active deterrent from her engaging in it with you. Beneath that frosty exterior is a being who genuinely cares for you. You’d think that it’s her pride that has her tiptoeing around anything sexual since your rejection of her advances is inevitable, when in reality, it’s her heart. Machi is far more sensitive than she lets on when it comes to you. If you were the one to initiate, she’d be suspicious throughout and never able to fully enjoy it because of that. She figures you’re always going to be looking for an opportunity to escape/leverage the circumstances in your favor since that’s how she would think in your situation. So she ends up quietly admiring you from a safe distance (unfortunately for you, it really looks like she’s glaring when she does this). 

HWR Reader/Lady Avalor

Lady Avalor is normally too preoccupied to give her physical wants much thought. She likes to keep herself busy because honestly, if you sat her down and asked her to let you go in a convincing enough manner (putting a heavy emphasis on the mental toll it’s making you endure), she’d have a difficult time denying you. When she does slow down enough... her mind tends to go to more impure places. She’ll subconsciously try to appeal more to you by wearing tighter clothes/anything that shows skin. If you were to call her out on this behavior though, she’d secretly be mortified and probably brood for a few days. Carnal desire without an outlet really perturbs her because it makes her feel like she’s not in control of herself, leading to two possibilities: ignoring it or dealing with it in secret. If she’s ever in the shower for a few minutes longer than normal, that probably means she decided upon the latter solution.

Feitan

Feitan is tricky to definitively place since he can go from zero to a hundred at random. From your perspective, he has an almost nonexistent interest in physical relations. Which further perplexes you about his reasonings for keeping you around when he emits (what feels like) indifference or outright irritation toward your existence. As if he temporarily forgot that he’s the reason you’re here — you’d choose to be anywhere else if given the option. In truth, he is thinking lecherous thoughts about you almost constantly, he just chooses not to act on them. This isn’t due to any goodwill on his part. Rather, there’s a unique satisfaction to be gained from denying his urges, letting them build and build for weeks on end. He keeps you unsuspecting of what is to come. The tension, the uncertainty; he savors your negative emotions and waits until his self-control can't take it any longer to devour them. Since delayed gratification is his thing, he can sometimes go weeks without coming onto you.

Pakunoda

Due to her information-gathering profession, Pakunoda is adept at getting what she wants from others, you included. She’s a master of timing and charm without coming off as pretentious. A smooth talker where the flattery is so specific to you, it’s impossible to come off as anything less than genuine. She’ll craft the atmosphere, come to you with clear intentions, and ease you into it. The entire setup feels so natural that you almost forget you’re her captive. Her patience is remarkable too. If you remain standoffish despite her best efforts, she’ll take it in good humor, all for the sake of building rapport. Sometimes she’ll leave it at that... other times, however, she doesn’t see the point in denying herself what she wants. She’ll excuse herself to your shared bedroom and close the door without locking it. From the light buzzing and gasps of your name, you have a decent guess of what she’s getting up to. Pakunoda’s philosophy is to show you what a good time you’re missing out on to lure you in.

Chrollo

Chrollo has a slightly above-average libido but would have you believing otherwise. This isn’t due to shame, mind you, he just prefers to give off the illusion of a gentleman (he’s not). For his pride’s sake, he’d prefer to have you willing. The fact he’d be able to rub it in your face later is just too tempting to pass up on. Chrollo plays into everything that could, at the very least, get him a physiological reaction. He’ll put an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your thigh, whisper slightly suggestive promises into your ear too vague for you to call him out on. The bastard knows he’s attractive and that this works to his advantage. To make matters worse, he’ll take your preferences into account too. Lord help you if he finds out any of your kinks because he plays to them without the slightest hint of shame. He’s not above exchanging sexual favors from you for certain allowances. In fact, he finds the process of your internal justification of allowing him to do what he pleases with you for little gains to be delightful. 

Shalnark

The very definition of looks can be deceiving. Shalnark has an absolute filthy mind, thinking some of the most depraved things about you while maintaining that boyish smile. You end up underestimating the depths of his perversion due to this pretense. Sure, there’s no doubting he’s dangerous, but you look at him and hope maybe it won’t be that bad...? He gets a kick out of you thinking this way and never tries to correct you. His phone is full of photos he’d taken without your knowledge, ranging from ‘innocent’ candid shots from his stalking days to the risqué; such as when wind would whip up and reveal your undergarments. If only it stopped there. He has hard drives filled to the brim with more content relating to you. Videos from secret cameras set up in your shower and bedroom, not to mention what he’s gotten from your webcam. Plus audio from your phone. The creep has even memorized the timestamps of his favorite videos of you. He times his release to match up with yours in the videos he has of you masturbating. 

Phinks

To his credit, at least he’s straightforward? Pretty much everyone else here is going to be playing some mind game with you when it comes to getting what they want. Not Phinks. The man has no shame and, for better or for worse, no patience for that nonsense. Even though he’s always rather handsy, you can tell when he wants to get frisky. He’ll pull you into his lap, “accidentally” brush against your ass with his clothed member, the works. If that somehow doesn’t manage to get the message across he’ll just pick you up (sometimes slinging you over his shoulder) and bring you to the bedroom. It’s kinda hard to misconstrue that. Phinks is basically horny for you from dusk till dawn. He’s especially down bad in the summer, when you go around wearing such skimpy clothing... the man would punch the AC and say ‘whoops’ if it meant getting to see more skin from you. He’s addicted and insatiable, making for an insufferable combination. 

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[amethystina]

Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by @a-very-fond-farewell! Thank you so much, darling! Though I'm not sure how good I'll be at it x'D

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1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care anymore?

Honestly? None. While I did have some ships I was interested in, I wasn't obsessed with any of them. And I kind of still care about them? In a very nostalgic way. So I kind of fail at both parts of this question x'D

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

If I'm going with the one I got really invested in? Destiel tbh. Mainly because I was very much a late bloomer who didn't really discover fandom and fanfics until I was 20-21. I mean, I HAD read some before that but since I didn't have internet in my apartment until I went to university (I was too poor xD), it wasn't easy for me to access them. Shipping is just easier when you have internet.

But, once I had it, I DID revisit a couple of ships that were technically older than Destiel that I had never really gotten into before that, many of them from video games, anime/manga, and books I'd read. But they were all overshadowed by Destiel so that's the one I remember as my first.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Are we talking reading or writing? I guess I'll do both?

Reading: I think it was a Zell Dincht/Seifer Almasy one from Final Fantasy VIII that a friend printed out on actual paper and gave to me back when I was 16 or 17 (again, no internet). And I honestly can't say why he picked that pairing xD (I'm definitely more of a Squall/Seifer girlie now)

Writing: Sterek. Because it felt interesting but also not too intimidating. And I also just like werewolves?

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Not really, no. Since I've been drawing for so long I spent more time looking for art than fanfics when I was younger so I probably stumbled over a lot of them without even knowing it.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not if I can help it, no. I tend to stay away from that sort of thing as best I can and just let people ship whatever they want. It's honestly none of my business.

6. Did you use to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I have several, mostly based on what I find triggering or squicky. But I don't announce them publically because that's just rude to those who DO ship them. And, as stated above, I try not to get involved in what other people ship or don't ship.

7. Who were the couples in the last fanfic you read?

Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest. Because who doesn't love some pining and Catholic guilt?

For real, though, I read very few fanfics right now and actually had to go check my history on AO3 to figure this out x'D The second to last fanfic was a Strangers From Hell one. And the one before that was a Guardian one!

8. Currently do you have any OTPs?

Several. Honestly too many to list x'D I'm one of those people who don't really let go of ships I like. They're not always at the forefront of my mind, though, but I remember them fondly and coo a little when I think of all the fond memories.

But if we're talking about the ones I'm the most focused on right now I'd say Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On from The Devil Judge, Yoon Sa Wol/5-8 from Black Knight (currently struggling with chapter 6 x'D), the aforementioned Choi Yoon/Yoon Hwa Pyung from The Guest, and Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan from Guardian.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Sterek. But that has less to do with my dedication to the characters and more to do with the queerbaiting and how extremely shittily Jeff Davis handled that whole thing. To use the Sterek shippers for publicity and hint that maybe it could happen, only to turn around and do everything within his power to not make it happen?

I take that personally, not because I have a huge stake in Stiles and Derek as characters, but as a queer person who, for once, thought that maybe we would actually get to see a couple we really liked get together, and then didn't.

I had more hope for Sterek than I ever did for Destiel, which technically had more in-canon queerbaiting, because the people behind Teen Wolf did their damndest to give me hope. Only for me to be ignored and basically told I was being gullible for ever thinking it would happen.

And that's a betrayal I'm probably never going to forgive.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Not... really? I can't think of any, at least. But that could be because I always have a pretty good reason for disliking the ships I dislike. As mentioned, it's usually based on triggers and squicks and those don't really change. So my opinion on ships I dislike aren't likely to change, either.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I mean, considering the social climate right now? Even Sterek qualifies because Stiles was underage when I started shipping them and Derek most certainly was not xD That said, I always prefer the fics when Stiles had time to turn 18 before any of the sexy stuff happened.

12. What was your favourite crack ship?

Okay, so, I've actually read a lot of fics for ships I don't actually ship, just for research purposes. Like, I find it FASCINATING to watch what other people like, how they choose to write about the things they like, and how they decide to portray the characters. Basically, I like to analyse authors just as much as I like to analyse characters. It's a hobby of mine.

And one of my absolute favourites was reading fanfics for Newt Scamander and the original Percival Graves from the first Fantastic Beasts movie (Sidenote: She-who-must-not-be-named is an asshole and this is not an endorsement of her franchise or shitty beliefs). And why I loved that so much was because the fics were about THE ORIGINAL Percival Graves who, technically, was never IN the actual movie (he might not even be alive anymore?). Like, it was Grindelwald all the time. We never actually SAW the original Percival Graves, just Grindelwald's impersonation of him.

And I just had so much fun reading various authors' takes on this character who was never actually seen but, based on Grindelwald's impersonation, can sort of be hinted? Because he must have done a good enough job of it that the people around Graves didn't notice? It was like an anthropological dig of Percival Graves transpiring right before my eyes and since I got on the train pretty early, I could see authors being inspired by each other and how the fanon developed over time. 10/10 would recommend if you're interested in watching a fandom evolve.

(also, some of the fics were so fucking good. So there's that, too xD)

13. Who is the couple you read most fanfics of?

I'm not entirely sure if it's Destiel or Stony, but definitely one of them (Sterek is most likely in third place). Partly because there are just so many to partake in (those fandoms are HUGE), but also because they've been with me for so long and numbers accumulate. That said, I haven't read any for those ships in a long, long time. But considering how many fics I devoured during the time I was the most active in those fandoms? It's going to be difficult for any of the ones I'm currently into to catch up.

Also because I tend to be in much smaller fandoms now >_>

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

WELL. A while back I would have said that even if there are some enemies-to-lovers tropes and antagonising in some of them, they're all mostly unproblematic and pretty healthy.

... I can't really do that anymore, can I? x'D

I mean, Kang Yo Han is problematic all on his own, but even HE is a green flag compared to Seo Moon Jo. That fucker is just a straight-up psychopath x'D

A more serious answer: An interesting dynamic. Which sounds like a given, but is actually a bit more tricky than that. Because I've only gotten more and more picky over the years. I've actually spoken to my wife and friends about this, because I've seen a pretty noticeable shift in my own shipping practices lately.

I gather fewer and fewer new ships and that's not because I watch/read fewer things, but because I'm getting pickier about them. There has to be an extra spark that interests me, often connected to the characters' personalities and how they play off each other, while, before, a bit of chemistry was enough.

But that also makes me more versatile, I guess? Because I focus less on tropes and more on characters and dynamics. But that also makes it harder to spot similarities xD

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I mean, hate is a strong word. But, again, it would mostly be connected to my triggers. I don't like ships that are too abusive and unbalanced. A little bit of danger is fine, but things like abuse, infidelity, grooming, non-con etc. don't work for me, personally.

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I don't really know who to tag so just do it if you want to! :D

[wishing-stones]

whats the longest streak the boys have with keeping baggs from working? would any of them make bets surrounding the docs chronic workaholism

This is a bit of a dangerous game to play with him because he's wildly intuitive and observant. He tends to brush off direct attempts to get him to pull his proverbial nose out of his work at best, or threaten to frog march them out of his lab and make them leave him alone. The only one he lets get away with this is Nightmare, who will ramp up his persistence the longer he gets dismissed.

"I believe it is high time that you stop for the evening, doctor. It is getting quite late." "Yes, yes, I'm aware. I'm neck-deep in the middle of something, so once I'm finished. It shouldn't be more than an hour at the most." An hour later, he comes back. "If you are still 'neck-deep' in your project, perhaps I ought to lift you out of it." "Less so now, I'll wade out myself, don't fuss yourself over it, I will let you know." Twenty minutes later, he comes back again and sits down. "Have you even considered a stopping point in all of this?" "I have, and I have also almost reached it." After another ten minutes, Nightmare takes to hovering. "I'd prefer it if you weren't in my necessary escape path, I need room to maneuver if I make a miscalculation." "If you are anticipating miscalculations, it is far beyond time for you to cease what you are doing." Continued bickering or dismissal gets him picked up (once his hands are free) and carted off. Baggs is usually good about stopping something quickly if he's being threatened with this, because it embarrasses the hell out of him.

Among the guys, the reigning champion is Axe, who has picked up on Baggs' innate want to help and capitalizes on it to keep him busy with little things that aren't in his lab or involve a project. Things like his memory exercises, needing an extra pair of steady hands as a sous chef, and oh, hey! Check out this neat thing he got when he was on a mission the other day.

Killer and Cross tag-team and make him sit still in one spot while overseeing sparring matches.

Dust has cottoned on to what kinds of media he likes, so he'll play it loudly enough in the tv room to draw the doc's attention if he's nearby.

If they all work together, over the course of a day, they can probably keep him out of his lab for the day. The longest streak they've managed is three days, by the end of which Baggs was going stir-crazy from not having something to devote is excess energy to, having slept regularly, and being coerced into leisure for a few days to rest his body as well. He's not that upset about it, he knows it was done for his wellbeing, but... It was underhanded and sneaky.

There generally aren't bets for "how long can this person keep him distracted" and more "how long is it gonna take the boss to force him to call it quits."

Killer usually wins these because he knows Nightmare and his boundaries the best.

[t1meslayer]

Busy with important family events over the next couple of days, and so I thought it would be good to get a day-and-date release for this Debrief on the latest entry in my Sapphic Valley series, "How You Get The Girl." Be sure to read the story before jumping in!

Did you do it? Did you read the story?

Alright, I'm trusting you. Go ahead and hit that 'Keep Reading' button you scamp.

It only seems appropriate to start this Debrief off by addressing the elephant in the room. I haven't posted anything in over a month, and "By Moonlight" came about a month after its predecessor, the conclusion to "Stone-Cold Lovers."

Work, naturally, has been a major factor.

You can see me talk about that almost two weeks ago in this Tumblr post I made about writing in a coffee shop, which came weeks after I actually started writing during a trip to a friend's house.

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Side note:

Just wanted to take a moment and acknowledge my beautiful Haley and Emily keychains. My friend who's responsible for the affairs of one ghostly farmer named Jizzabelle (Gisabelle to the laymen) got them for me! Only appropriate after I commissioned some art of her and Abigail.

Emily was my first Stardew wife, and Haley currently holds the biggest place in my heart. They make a lovely duo!

And I'll avoid any sister-wife jokes

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While I've had some other projects like Zine writing to take care of, work and life can't explain the full absence.

The best way I can think to explain things is that:

I had the general writer's block, and

Despite the best intentions and advice of my irl friends and online pals like @alchemicallymoon and @duelbraids, I couldn't force myself to "break" that block by just... Writing something else.

This is entirely the result of my own psychosis. I have a tendency to carefully plot things out and impose a timetable that really doesn't need to exist. When I feel the cause is righteous enough, it's hard to get around that. In this case, I knew I needed to get my poll-winning idea out after dawdling for holidays like Valentine's Day, and then I knew I only wanted to post one more story before jumping on a very special event for my upcoming 30th AO3 post.

Thus, here we are: arbitrarily forcing myself into a spiral of writer's block misery because of a silly promise on Tumblr and my own sense of ordered chaos.

At the very least, this meant it's coming out not long after my AO3 pal InsertACatchyPennameHere also emerged from the woodwork to tell me they're working on something INSPIRED by my four-person friend group farm adaptations.

Much love to them, wherever they may be.

I'll probably start writing more eclectically now that my shoulders are unweighed, but don't expect my next publication to hit until I'm finished working on teasing the big event. All you Pokemon fans better get hype!

And oh how sweet this publication feels. Between my great set of recent ceramics, the figure drawing class I've been attending, and creative writing, I've felt more fulfilled than ever.

You're here to talk about Stardew, though. So let us talk.

This idea began less with any one event as it did a desire to advance the Alexis/Haley relationship, and Haley's characterization in particular. It was always going to end with watercolor painting reference, but 2 Willow Lane was what I really wanted to dig into.

As I see it, a lot of what keeps people invested in Stardew when its comfy vibes becoming routine is the air of mystery in Eric Barone's worldbuilding. Haley and Emily's parents being some world-traveling duo who left their home in the siblings' care for who knows how long (and who knows how many times over their lifetime) really piqued my interest. So much so that the new writing challenge I set for myself in "How You Get The Girl" was crafting a particularly long set of descriptions that emphasize how overwhelming the parents' influence feels — without creating an impenetrable wall of text.

Hopefully I succeeded in that. Let me know!

I tried to include some vaguely real world-adjacent references into that description of the house, as happens with the magical-realism world of Stardew Valley. For example:

The computer sitting next to their bonsai tree is an iMac G3, the kind of old 'futuristic' tech that my dad loves!

A Speedwell refrigerator is based on even more vintage tech, the Mayflower fridge, but named after a different ship ridden by Pilgrims coming to America.

That city that the family visited in an old photograph with a "monument of arching, interlocking steel" is, of course, Paris — with the statue bookends referencing any number of statues in the Louvre.

Haley's FAD magazine could be referencing any number of publications, but Vogue is probably the closest analogue to what I imagine her reading.

Furthermore, I took some notes on describing the home's layout off of my sister's apartment building, and I asked my bestie @trybard for input on what kind of hanging plant should be used in the transitional hallway. Hanging pothos, philodendron, and spider plants were the three options provided, and my response was appropriate:

They know so much about plants.

Go bug them about it.

I drew on other friends' knowledge to help decorate the house. Specifically, I asked one of my witchiest friends what kinds of protective wards someone like Emily would leave around doorways and windows. She had... A lot of reference material.

I picked Hazel given it purportedly "protects against evil; encourages abundance and inspiration." I also picked Amethyst as one of Emily's loved gifts, one that purportedly "absorbs negative energy, promotes harmony."

My witchy friend is the same one who provided the TikTok that I referenced in my advertisement post:

Perhaps the most important thing about 2 Willow Lane was the recurring motif of Barbie's Dream House.

As a surface-level reference, I think the groundwork is clear. Blondie's love of fashion and general queen bee demeanor fits comparisons to Barbie well, and she lives in a big ol' house full of stuff. We all saw Greta Gerwig's Barbie movie last year. It's still in the cultural zeitgeist.

I'm hip with the kids.

Yet, early on I also tried to make it clear that if this is a "dream" house, it's neither Haley's nor Emily's dream. Haley is a Barbie in that stereotypical sense, but also there's much to be mined from the analogy of a sort of powerless doll in an immutable house, constrained by social obligation to her family rather than literal plastic and stickers.

The cold open of Jodi and Sam was meant to stand alone, but in execution I also think drawing Kent's absence into the conversation makes for a more thematically rich comparison to these sisters who appear to have themselves more put together.

My beta reader said this wound up being one of my stronger stories because of how all of that intertwined, which I appreciated given how down on myself I was following the whole writer's block thing.

But also.

Also.

Alexis gets to be horny. She's hitting on lonely MILFs and watching girls shake their asses to the tune of bad reality TV.

We love a buff dommy mommy farm girl in this house.

Haley is probably horny too, she just doesn't realize it yet. For now I think it's fun enough to play into her being coy about building excuses for Alexis to come over, and then getting incensed when Emily barges in on their private time meant to learn more about this farm girl she just can't get out of her head.

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Fun fact:

Every story in this series is named after a Taylor Swift song, but I know next-to nothing about her discography. All of them are suggestions by my friend whose house I was at when starting this story — the same one who controls Gardenia on the farm.

While I went with "How You Get The Girl," her alternative suggestion was "The Man."

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All that w|w talk aside, I also want to give Sam the loveable idiot a shoutout. Had to do a fair bit of research into how skateboards are constructed for his failed ollie, and I slipped in a reference to shitty old technology that's exclusively for my beta reader to enjoy.

I also tried doing some agricultural research to figure out how the folks at Kevin Farm could have grown cucumbers so there'd be a jar of legitimate pickles... But that was getting too in the weeds.

Insert laugh track here

Decided to just go with pickled artichoke hearts to save everyone a lot of trouble.

And where does "Kevin Farm" come from, you may be asking yourself. Or the fabulous "Kevin's Special" with its definitely not innuendo tagline.

That story will have to wait for another day, my friends.

[whoiwanttoday]

I guess I'll still be posting some Golden Globes stuff for the next few days. Or maybe today will be the last day, who can tell. I certainly never know. Something bright and shiny could grab my attention tomorrow but for now there is nothing else drawing me away. So I am posting Selena Gomez. There were quite a few options I could go with and some people whose dresses were maybe better overall but somehow less interesting. Like Taylor Swift looked great and lovely but that green dress while great was the sort of great I expect from her. I don't want to call it boring because it's not that but it will fade into a long collection of very nice things she's worn but probably won't be one I remember. The Selena Gomez one, for how busy the top half might be, I still have a feeling I will remember. Because it is interesting. So I am posting her. Today I want to fuck Selena Gomez.

[busycloudy]

Request Are Closed

"Oh? I didn't expect to see anyone this high in the sky. Well, care to stick around with this lonely cloud?~"

Heya! I'm BusyCloudy, but you can call me Cloudy! My pronouns are she/her,but I'm fine with any pronouns. My age will not be revealed anytime soon. Although,I will say I'm a minor! This account is used for my fanfics. If you want to speak with me about anything else or wanna see my drawings tag/go to @cheezy-moon please!

More Things About Me: My Interest include drawing, writing, and obv Twisted Wonderland. My favorite characters are the Octotrio, Lilia, Ruggie, and Chenya. I love otters and possums also! My birthday is September 27th, and my favorite color is purple!

----------------------------------- ☁️MC will always go by they/them pronouns in my fanfics unless requested otherwise. Although, as I am not a male myself, I won't be good at writing a male MC, so it's more like a they/them MC or a female MC.

☁️I write sfw fanfics only and that will never change!(I can barely even read nsfw fanfics tbh) So when requesting, sfw only please!

☁️I'll do slightly angsty fanfics, but just know I'm inexperienced with it, as I mainly write fluff/crack!

Events!

100 Follower Event!(Closed)

RULES:

☁️Fandoms I write for: Twisted Wonderland... that's it at the moment. ☁️I don't write nsfw as I'm not comfortable writing that type of fanfiction and just simply don't know how to write it. I mainly write fluff and crack fanfics, and as stated above I also wanna start writing angst, but do know I'm inexperienced with it! ☁️Be kind. It's that simple. I don't expect to have issues with this, but just a reminder! ☁️If you sent something in my ask box/inbox and I don't respond, you're not being ignored! I might just have forgotten to check or I'm busy at the moment!(Or I'm working on it) I will delete a request if I won't write for it, but please don't take it personally! ☁️I will take a long time writing for request or just writing things in general (as you can see with The Love Potion series) so please be patient with me!

I'm Called BusyCloudy For a Reason:

Unfortunately, I still have to go to school, meaning I'll have less time to write. I will work on things Saturdays and Sundays (Maybe Fridays), but I probably won't post fanfics those days very often since it takes me a while to think of things. I'll try my best tho!

Masterlist Tags! @silvers-numberonefan Kei! @eynnwwyjth Faye! @dove-da-birb Dove!/ Dovey! @i-like-forgs Ryo! @angelhairpastawithherbs Angelhair! @red-viewe Red! @twistwonderlanddevotee Sophia! @citrusitonit Citrus! @queen-shiba Shiba! @duskymrel Dusky! @the-banana-0verlord Lilian!/Banana-Overlord! @krenenbaker Krenenbaker!/Henry! @minty-bubblegum Minty! (I'm aware not everyone is tagged, this is under construction and I'm very tired) Anons: 🍳Anon(move over to @cheezy-moon, and talk to me when you've done so please!) Hashtags: #☁️cloudy's events⁠☆- When I am doing an event. #☁️cloudy writes⁠☆- Fanfiction, HC's, ect, that I write

[fallout-lou-begas]

lou/ikroah updates

spending a lot of time with my girlfriend including softball games on sundays

meeting up with other lovers on occasion

watching wrestling mostly every week with andy

running a tournament blog on a whim (@fnvminorcharacterpoll!)

getting back on my elden ring bullshit bigtime mostly by doing a taunter's tongue playthrough with friends of mine over discord voice chat and all of us hooting and hollering as they try to chase and kill me

getting back on my video editing bullshit bigtime because i've got a youtube channel mostly for elden ring stuff (check it out!)

journaling privately and extensively every day (this is why i don't make as many personal posts anymore lol)

going on a trip out of state with my girlfriend this weekend

planning a different trip out of state with a few friends for about a week next month

turning 28 in two weeks

recovering from strep throat

I don't usually feel like making posts like "sorry for not updating @ikroah lately!" and it still blows my fucking mind that when I first started that comic back in 2020 (it turns three years old soon...) I was pushing myself to make a new issue every two weeks. But @ikroah definitely went on hiatus when, one month after the previous issue was published in January, I got extremely divorced and that fucked my whole shit up for a while on every level of my life, including a creative level. That also led to a genuinely beautiful and almost unbelievably positive and serendipitous new lease on life for me, but this lease has made me more socially and personally busy than ever, which means less time to draw despite how rewarding my life has felt otherwise. And then on top of that I've also been on a "do whatever I want, whenever I want" kind of mindset lately where I'm flitting between various hobbies and interests kind of sporadically and hedonistically which has also been really wonderful but isn't making me put pencil to paper. there are two wolves inside me, one wants to Work On The Comic so I can have something complete and long awaited to finally show around but the other one thinks it's no big deal if I'm occupying myself with X or Y or Z other rewarding fun thing instead. you know how it is.

thank you all for hanging in there on @ikroah's current active cliff-hanger, I know better than to make promises about when a hiatus is ending but I miss agnes and I do wanna draw more/again and I'll probably get back on that bullshit with intent once I'm back from my weekend trip. ciao ilu mwah

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Call Me (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

A Discord mutual and I were having a conversation about Ross having a borderline k!nk for Lisgoe's voice, and this is what came of it

I know I promised a wholesome Gainsgoe fic... but that's still in the works

CONTENT WARNING: Phone s*x, mutual m*sterb*tion, semi-public s*x, slight edg*ing and degradation

Being an internal investigator wasn't easy, especially not when it meant he had to spend his days putting up with the demented witch from hell. Recording device in hand, cleverly concealed (if he did say so himself), the spying was the easy part. It was the devil's wife that was the problem

Well, that and his irritating partner

He did care about him, Lisgoe was a much-needed glass of wine after a miserable day of shove after shove, but that doesn't mean he wasn't annoying at times. They were both busy men, but that didn't mean, on certain occasions, Lisgoe had time to, in layman's term, take the piss

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<Looks like you that does>

>Joseph, I'm working<

<Not my fault you look like a blobfish>

>Stop texting me, I'll talk later<

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

>And stop sending me photos of blobfish<

<[Lisgoe has sent an image]>

<Nah>

"Oh, well I am terribly sorry!" The condescending tone of Pauline caused Ross to jolt his head up "Is this boring you, Ross?"

"No, Pauline. But it was about an appointment."

"Was it an appointment to schedule a job interview?"

"It was for my docto-"

"No, of course it wasn't an interview, because you're so distracted by tech that you probably couldn't find a job if it bit you on your bony arse!"

Ross put his phone away and, once Pauline turned away, checked his tape recorder was still rolling - it was. At least that was one thing that was going well

Now, all he needed to do was verbally throttle his partner

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"You're awful. I mean it, you're awful."

During his lunch break, Ross had turned off his tape recorder and made a beeline for the most private place he could manage - which happened to be the a corridor near the lunch area. With the exception of the occasional passer-by, it was pretty much secluded

Making it a perfect place to chew out his partner over the phone

"This is serious, I'm not here to play games. I need to be completely focused-"

"Oh fuck off, it was a bit of fun. Lighten up!"

"Right. So I can spam you during work then? Is that it?"

"Jesus, breathe! Not my fault, I thought your lunch was at 12!"

"It's not. It's at 1pm, I've told you this before."

By now, he was less frustrated by the misunderstanding and more frustrated by the sound of Lisgoe laughing on the other end of the phone

"It's not funny, I can't afford to draw attention to myself-"

"Deep breaths, you'll get over it."

Rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall, Ross let out a frustrated sigh. Joseph Lisgoe was going to be the death of him

"Aren't you meant to be working?"

"I've done most of it, and I haven't been called out yet." Lisgoe's voice then took a turn, falling into a lower, slightly gravelly register "I'm free for the rest of the day, so I'm talking to you."

Ross didn't like the sound of Lisgoe's voice in that moment. That wasn't because it sounded bad. In fact, it sounded good

Far too good

"Why do you sound like that?" He asked, keeping his voice steady

"Bored, sick of everyone's shite, I can't wait for the day to be over." There was a gentle sigh on the other end of the phone "I wanna go home."

That voice

That sigh

Ross knew it was being done deliberately

"I'm in public, Joseph." He warned "Don't do anything risky."

"Can't I tell you that I want to be home with you?"

"No. I know what you're doing."

A short pause

"You like it."

That whisper tone, I swear to-

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I'm not thick. Why else do you think I'm using it? I want you, and I know exactly how to get you."

Despite the sound of Lisgoe's voice being extremely pleasing, Ross couldn't help but roll his eyes and laugh slightly at his partner's arrogance

"Don't know why the fuck you're laughing, Ross."

"You sound so sure of yourself."

"Because I am. You know me, Ross, I get what I want."

"And you want-"

"I want to use you."

It was spoken so casually, but with an underlying edge to it. Something sharp yet completely flippant. There was something in the way he spoke that sent shivers down Ross' spine

"Use me?"

"Yeah." Lisgoe's voice dropped to a raspy half-whisper "Like I said, I'm wound the fuck up. I blame my co-workers, my boss from hell... and you."

"Me?" Ross furrowed his brows "Why? What have I done?"

"Well, I'm bored of my co-workers, I'm sick of my boss, and I'm so. Fucking. Desperate for you. So, with all that considered, I need an outlet. And I'll gladly smash all of it into you until you can't fucking talk."

At this point, Ross was extremely aware of his surroundings. Anyone could walk through at any point and see him like... well, like this. So much for "laying low". He really should've been annoyed at his partner for this, it could've jeoparised his whole operation

And he was annoyed, truly... his anger was just slightly distracted at the moment

"You're going to make me lose my job." He muttered "And, if I do, I swear to-"

"I can hang up if you want."

Ross was sure that Lisgoe knew he didn't want him to hang up. That was the worst part, he should've probably hung up ages ago. But that voice, so different to his partner's usual punchy loudness, was like a hypnosis spell. He was drawn to it, he wanted to... no, he refused to let his mind go there. If he went there, he'd never want to get out. His resolve would snaps

"Ross-"

"I have time." He said quickly, trying to level his voice "Plenty of it. But I need to go somewhere else."

"Part of the fun, the risk of getting caught."

"Joseph," he looked around, then spoke quietly into his phone "the whole point of this is that I blend in. How am I supposed to blend in when I'm in the middle of a corridor trying not to-"

"Alright, calm down! Just find an empty room, not my fault you're a whore for me."

Ross was too preoccupied with finding a private place to hear that

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Why is it, whenever you actually need one of these rooms, they're being used?

In a last-ditch effort, he made his way to the men's bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed nobody was there. He locked himself into one of the cubicles and phoned his partner up again

The wait was agonizingly slow, he was convinced Lisgoe was letting it ring. Keeping him waiting. Toying with him

"I thought you'd pussy'd out."

"I thought you'd lost your phone," Ross retorted "is your eyesight going already?"

"Fuck you." Lisgoe muttered breathily, a chuckle colouring his words "Like I said before, I just wanted to talk to you. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Yes, because initiating phone sex while we're both in public spaces, when we both should be working is a very normal thing to do."

"Could've jerked off on call and made you listen, consider yourself lucky."

This was a really strange situation, if looked at from an outsider's perspective. Ross was in a cubicle of a restroom, that anyone could walk into, pants tight at the groin thanks to his partner - who wasn't even in the same room as him! What was even stranger was that Ross didn't even feel uncomfortable - well, sitting in a cubicle with semi-erect penis wasn't comfortable, but he found himself having no problem at all with the situation itself. Lisgoe's voice in his ear... talking like that...

"Ross? You still there-"

"I wouldn't mind that."

Pause. Then the velvety, dark laughter of Lisgoe from the other end of the phone. Ross bit down hard on his lower lip, his breathing stuttering

"Sometimes I forget how much of a slag you can be!" His partner teased. Then there was a sound, a sort of short groan that sent a pulsating wave through Ross' body "Christ, you don't make self-restraint easy."

The laugh that came out of Lisgoe was full of breath, then the laughter started the fizzle out as his breathing became more like bursts of soft pants. His voice sounded as if he were slowly starting to unravel, losing it's edge and keeping it's gravel

"Really... Really don't make it fucking easy."

It wasn't like Ross had never heard what Lisgoe sounded like when he was having sex, but hearing it this time felt different. Obviously, they weren't in the same room, so there was an added feeling of unobtainable need. Ross could hear him, he could picture him, but he couldn't touch him. He couldn't even have the simple pleasure of touching his partner

He found himself missing the way that heavy breathing felt against his bare skin, the way Lisgoe's cold waves sent shockwaves through him at every touch. Those hands... god those... fucking hands. Tough from hard work and strong as nails. Even though there was distance between them, Ross had memories the way those hands felt as they gripped at him, clawed at his skin, wrapped around his throat...

God's sake, why is he so far away?

"Ross," Lisgoe's voice, smoky and commanding, broke him out of his thoughts "I want you to do exactly what I tell you."

Ross closed his eyes, trying to collect his voice before speaking, wanting to keep it as steady as possible. He managed to position himself so that any... mess he made would go into the toilet instead of a wall

"Yes, OK."

"What did you just say?" Hissed the grainy tone of his partner "Repeat that."

"I said yes." He tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible, praying that nobody would decide to walk in - which was a stupid thing to hope, considering it was a public space "Make it quick, I can't risk-"

"Touch yourself." If Lisgoe kept speaking in that authoritative, almost whispered tone, Ross wasn't sure how long he'd last "Over your trousers. If you jizz before I say you can, then god help you."

Biting his lower lip again to muffle the sound he knew he'd make, Ross pressed the palm of his hand against his groin. Immediately, relief surged through him and it took a great deal of self-control, which he prided himself on, to massage himself slowly like he was asked to. Joseph's name tumbled from his lips in a low moan

Click

Creak

The shuffling of several pairs of shoes

Of course this is when people walk in...

"What's going on?" Lisgoe had snapped his voice back to its regular, if slightly breathless, tone

"It's fine," shockingly, Ross' voice came out relatively normal, as if this was a normal phone call "a few people just came in."

"Right. Carry on."

At first, he thought his partner was joking. Ross waited for a laugh or, at the very least, a chuckle. There wasn't one

"Joseph." His voice dropped to a quiet murmur "Are you sure-"

"Listen to me." That voice again: soft, hissing, hints of gravel. It set Ross off all over again "You're not done. I'm not done. Neither of us are finished here. So you're gonna jerk that cock of yours until you either scream into your hand or those bastards outside know my fucking name."

Ross hesitated. Not because he didn't want to do it, he'd been reckless up until now so it seemed odd to stop now. It was just something he wasn't used to, the combination of nerves and thrill. A good sort of nervous, a fun sort of nervous

"You don't have to-"

"No, that'll be fine." He said into the phone, hoping to deliver a false sense of banality to those outside "It might just take a bit."

"Go slowly," Lisgoe murmured, now more of a piece of advice than a demand "if you go slow, you won't make as much noise."

Nodding, Ross let his hand fall back into position and continued, biting his lower lip to muffle the sound

"Good boy." Lisgoe breathed down the phone, which seemed to spur his partner on even more "Doing so fucking well."

Ross let his head leaned back as his hand moved. He could feel him whole body contract slightly, he let out a breathy, whimpered curse - instantly clamping his hand over his mouth. His heart dropped and his eyes darted towards the door, trying to gague if he was heard

Of course, Lisgoe found it very funny

"Careful, Ross." He teased "Would be a shame if someone saw you looking so fucking needy."

"Asshole." Ross muttered in retaliation

"You alright in there?" Called a voice from outside

Damn it, damn it, damn it-

"Yes." Ross responded quickly "I'm fine."

"Are you sure-"

"Just a stomach ache. I'll live."

"OK..." the voice didn't sound sure but, to Ross' relief, he heard footsteps as the group started to leave

He let his breathing fall a little heavier

"That was close." He murmured

"Speaking of things being close-"

"How original."

"Could've been a real dick."

Pause. Shuffling on the other end. Heavy breathing

"Could've told you exactly what I wanna do to you."

The way Lisgoe sighed those words caused Ross' to adjust himself, wanting to aim in the toilet as opposed to his trousers. Damn it, as annoying as he was, that voice was enough to cloud his rationality

"What would you do?" He closed his eyes, his breathing shaky "If we were together, right now, what would you do?"

"What wouldn't I do? Fuck, Ross, you wouldn't be able to breathe or walk afterwards."

Subconciously, Ross felt his hand pumping even quicker, his breaths coming out in pants

"You'd be a pathetic pulp with teethmarks and bruises all over your body."

Ross could hear his partner groan softly and it very nearly sent him over the edge

"Joseph... I'm-"

"Stop pumping."

He obliged

"What's the time, Ross?" His tone had changed to its usual register

Taking a few seconds to adjust to the sudden change, Ross quickly checked the time on his phone

"5 to 2, why?"

"Oh shite, I'm sorry." Lisgoe remarked innocently "Your lunchbreak ends in 5 minutes, I should let you get there."

"No. You're not leaving me here." Ross tried to sound assertive, but the immense pressure in his groin was set to burst like flames and he was struggling to ignore it

"I know how important work is to you, I'd hate to get in the way of it."

Gritting his teeth and welding his eyes shut, Ross gripped the top of the toilet backrest. The last thing he wanted, even now, was to give Lisgoe the satisfaction of his complete submission

"Joseph." He managed to strangle out of himself "I swear-"

"Beg."

Damn that tone

Damn that rasp

Damn the guts he has to ask such a thing

"You gone fucking deaf?" Lisgoe snapped "I said beg for it, you little slut."

Fuck him

God, I would

Don't think that, it'll make things worse

But I absolutely fucking would

"Joseph, I'll finish myself if you don't-"

"Excuse me?"

Lisgoe's voice had lost it's gentleness, which had been replaced with vicious command - a dangerous quality soaking his words

"Ross Gaines what the fresh fuck did you just say to me?"

"... I said I'd finish off myself."

It was stupid, and Ross was desperate, but it was the voice. That's all he could say

"Finishing yourself off in a public restroom because you couldn't wait?" Lisgoe's voice dripped with teasing mockery "God, I didn't realise I was with a desperate little whore-"

"Then let me." Ross snapped harshly, not caring if anyone was there "Please. It's painful. Don't be difficult!" He opened his mouth to speak again, but it came out in a strangled whimper - Ross was too overwhelmed to care

Silence

Then a dark chuckle

"Go on," he whispered, soft as a prayer yet tantalisingly gritty "do it for me."

That was all the permission Ross needed, and it wasn't long until Lisgoe followed suit

For a moment, they stayed there, breathing in near-perfect unison. Although it was tricky, Ross just managed to stand on his shaky legs

"Feeling better, Ross?" There was a smugness to his tone that Ross would've been annoyed by if he wasn't so exhausted "Ross?"

"Fine... I'll live."

"Take the day off, come home. You're too fucked to go back."

Ross considered this. On one hand, he hadn't missed a day since the first, and he really needed to collect more evidence from Pauline. However, he had mentioned a stomach ache to someone earlier, so that could be used in his favour... and he really did feel his focus wavering

"Don't try anything, I don't have the energy-"

"Jesus, I'm not that bad! You sound like you need to hibernate!"

"OK, can we drop this? I get it, I'm tired." In spite of himself, Ross' lips formed a smile "I'll see you in about 10 minutes."

"I'll be outside." Lisgoe said "Take your time to pretend you haven't just jerked off in a toilet."

"And who's idea was it?"

Lisgoe just laughed on the other end and, despite himself, Ross found himself laughing too - if at nothing else, at the sheer thrill and strangeness of it all

[akihabaradivision]

ARB Birthday Special: Keiko Yumi

~~ December 22nd ~~

"The first draft is just you telling yourself the story."

Login Lines:

*Sighs* "Finally done! Hopefully once I send these in, my publisher will get off my back for the next month or so. ...And in record time too! Once I drop these off I can head to work and see what assignments Nemu-san has for me. ...Hmm? A message from... Nemu-san? 'Work is canceled. Enjoy your birthday.' My... birthday?!"

"How foolish can I get? I've been so busy with work I neglected to notice today was the day of my birth! I messaged Nemu-san back thanking her, though canceling work was unnecessary. ...She didn't message me back, but I assume it was because she was busy with work of her own. ...But still, what am I going to do with this free time I have?"

Voice Lines:

"I received a lot of 'happy birthdays' and such from the people of Akihabara, which is nice. ...You know, it's funny. Back when I was younger, nobody really paid me any attention. I was just another face in the crowd, so to speak. And if they did pay me attention, it was usually always negative. I can't count the number of times I got bullied back in high school. I definitely don't miss those days."

"...I don't believe it. Otome-sama, herself, sent me a 'happy birthday'! I don't believe it! I always figured that I wasn't worthy enough to be in the Prime Minister's shadow. That I was just one of the many people working under her. I mean, not that I don't mind working for Chuohku, but... too be recognized by the Prime Minister, herself. This is an honor I don't take for granted!"

"What the...? Where did all these gifts come from?! Are these all for me? Most of them are from my friends at school. ...Ha. Like I mentioned earlier, when I was younger I was used to being ignored or bullied. But now, I'm adored. I don't know if its because of my manga or just because I'm in the D.R.B. ...One thing is for sure, I definitely don't miss high school. Uni beats that place any day."

"Sheesh, it's going to take a while to get through all of these gifts. Here's a fancy one! It says it's from... my mom. Tch, great. What did that hag have the audacity to send me for my birthday? ...Some cash for my birthday? How original. And what's this now? ...A photo of my high school graduation? ...Tch, I won't ask how she managed to take a photo of me like this. Probably asked grandma for it. The nerve of her! She thinks me so soft sending me this will make me forgive her?! To hell with that, and her!" *Throws the present in the garbage, not giving it a second thought*

"Criss? What are you doing here? I mean, not that I'm not glad you're here, but I thought you mentioned in your last letter you were stranded on Hokkaido exploring a haunted hospital or something. ...You hitched a ride with someone? How many times do I have to tell you that's not safe? There are a lot of dangerous people out there, Criss. Any one of them could do something to you if you're not careful." *Sighs* "Well, I suppose the important thing is you're back home and safe. But please be more mindful next time."

"...You got me a birthday gift? Not that's it not unappreciated, but how? I thought you were out of money? ...Ah, that explains it, I guess. So, what is it? ...A hoodie? Oh, and it features a manga artist on it. Cute. It looks really nice. Plus, you got it in pink, my favorite color. Thanks Criss. This was really sweet."

"Nikki? You're here? Wow, someone alert the papers! The recluse actually left her room, for my birthday, no less! I'll definitely have to mark this date down on calendar! ...Haha! Sorry, I couldn't help myself. But really, I'm glad to see you've gotten out of your room, at least, once this week."

"Anyway, are you here to wish me a 'happy birthday' too or... A gift? From you? ...Wow, I'm definitely going to have mark this day down. ...A drawing tablet? ...Wait, this is a Wicom Cintiq Pro, isn't it? Do you know how expensive these things are, Nikki?!" *Sighs* "Fine, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. But I really find it disgusting that you earn more than I do when you work far less. ...Yeah, whatever."

Criss Lines:

"Hey Keiko! Happy birthday! ...I was stranded, but thankfully, I managed to hitch a ride with some nice gentlemen who gave me a lift back to Tokyo! Oh, come on, Keiko! They were really nice gentlemen! Trust me, I have an inkling if I feel someone is dangerous or not. ...Alright, I'll be more mindful, but I'm really okay, as you can see."

"Anyway, here's your birthday gift! ...Oh, my check came in from my YouTube videos! It wasn't as much as usual, but it was enough to get you a gift. Ta-da! It's a mangaka hoodie! I saw it on the way here, and thought it would really suit you! ...Thanks Keiko! Glad you like it. Promise me you'll wear it, okay?"

Nikki Lines:

"Hey Keiko. ...Are you quite finished? ...You know, if you're going to act like this, then I'll just leave. I don't have to stand here and be ridiculed for my life choices. ...Whatever. Anyway, here's your birthday gift. ...Yes, it's a drawing tablet, one of the most expensive ones on the market, FYI. The guy I ordered it from said this would help with artists who draw digitally. ...Look, if you don't want it, I can always return it and get my money back. ...What can I say? Video games are my bread and butter and they earn me money."

[boxwinebaddie]

Uncle Nina! Can I plz have some physical attributes for the RM boys? I really want to draw them ^^ Do they look like the Peppermint Stan and Kyle but older?

aaaaa i love when you guys draw stuff! and for the most part i am going to say yes? like facially you could totally just age them up like 3-4 years ( accounting for pep stan being a quarter japanese and rm stan being half mexican ) but also they do have some variations from pep stan and kyle ( mostly so my brain doesn't get confused haha )

i'll drop some hc stuff for you under the cut! happy drawing <3333

ok so for me jersey!kyles hair is just like...really luxurious and kind of long? like i think it goes a tiny bit past his shoulders ( tysm bebe ) and its really soft and shiny and bouncy and so beautiful like wow...kiss me

also my favorite jersey kyle hairstyle is him doing his crimina lou-ar hw on his laptop w his coffee and putting his hair up in the claw clip w the two front strands out....modern art...also i feel like like its less of like a coppery orange color and is just vibrant as fuck and is like orange red

pep kyles eyes always seemed to live in a more like sage green lighter green area and rm!kyles eyes sort of live in a more darker green, viridian area for me? is it bc he is evil and has seen some shit? maybe...also yes they are stunnnnning

he wears glasses! they are circular...or they were...rip kyles glasses...hes getting new ones dont u worry we will see em soon ;)

rm kyle has a bajillion freckles to me like u cannot count that shit like not even if u tried really hard like damn it might be more than 37 there’s just So Many

i feel like rm kyle is still...tall like hes probably not taller than craig who in rm is like....6'4" oh my god? but hes probably like 6'1

( one day i will feed the tall stan short kyle truthers…but not today rm kyle is built like taylor swift tbh )

other than that that the rest of it is just outfit stuff which ill link over here

uhhhhhh

tbh ravenstans hair did look like pep stans hair when he had his rebellious punk rock boy britney moment and bleached his hair without telling anyone ON TOUR SKHLDS...

...but now his hair just gets professionally done so i think like rather than like yellow as fuck and patchy and a warmer color....i really think its almost like platinum? icy? which is kind of very sick of him omg...also most recent other color was red...part of me wants him to have him go blue so we can twin

speaking of blue i feel like his eyes are probably like a slightly lighter shade of blue than pep!stans are they are also a little silver so they are sparkly and very wow

that man be piling on the eyeliner aka *jersey vc* guyline-na like nobodys business also falls alseep in it all the time so if he doesnt have the sexc emo boy eyeliner on its....under his eyes and all over his face smh

in my head whenever i write him he has a cute little beauty mark under his right eye....i was worried that might make him too distinguishable but like...who the fuck is gonna be like ah u must be this dead 11 year old....kyle is...smh...but thats ok bc its just gonna freak him out and i get to keep gaslighting him into thinking hes crazy ( my favorite past time <3 )

his bone structure also goes crazy stupid like i feel like his jawline could cut glass

i forgot to say bc they do be doing his hair at shows or press releases it do be very eboy wispy effortless easy breezy beautiful cover girl but it being too perfect freaks him out so that lasts three seconds ( he really does fuck it up on purpose...it looks better that way ) also he do be getting sweaty at shows ( kyle get ur mind out of the gutter ) and when hes being a greasy nasty goblin boy going to cvs...horrifying...

every part of his ear is pierced, his septum is pierced anddddd for symetry balance purposes i guess his left eyebrow is pierced and the right side of his mouth is the lip ring side, and all the little emo boy jewlery, most notably if u want to drop the mysterious heart shaped glass vial chain necklace w the sus red liquid in it...that is ravenstans version of the pep emo boy charm bracelet nose ring...His Comfort Accessory

( speaking of…i can neither confirm nor deny that kenny convinced raven and jimmy and the mystery crimson dawn guitarist to get buy one get one free belly button piercings w them….listen dhsjsk )

uhhh the semicolon tattoo behind his ear i think his right arm is the tattoo sleeve arm and actually i think most of his tattoos are...botanical? like lots of flowers, vines, ferns and nature imagery ( probably one of the moon stan loves the moon ) but a lot of them are paired with edgy things like skulls and stuff he is Emo Brother Nature haha. the (gasp) chef tattoo

...probably like a cute pablo neruda quote on there like 'love is so short forgetting is so long' or like 'if nothing saves us from death, love should save us from life' probably in spanish...fun fact raven stan does carry a personal copy of love poems by pablo neruda on him bc he is a sappy poetry king ( kyle do u want a bed time story )

and then just the regular outfit stuff?

WAIT UHHHHH ok i am feeling genreous so i will make him like 5'10-5'11....maybe....idk he can get kinda close to kissing kyle as a treat ig he just feels like a couple inches taller than regular stan also....MILD ASS...I GUESS....MEDIUM ASS BECAUSE OF THE TINY PANTS...I CANT DENY THE ALLEGATIONS ANYMORE BC I TALK ABT RAVEN IN THE LITTLE PANTS TOO MUCH

i hope that helps haha u can draw whatever u want but this is how my brain was working <3

-uncle nina