#I'm also dressing up as big bad eye man for halloween

[nikkodikko]

This episode was!!!! It surely was!!!!

Peter gets to look normal sometimes i just haven't figured out how and i like fog man

Also eyevatars doodle dump

Elias is extremely fun to draw i hate this man

[mulberrimouse]

This fic was supposed to be short and simple and stay like that but I got a little carried away...

Info and warnings!!: Friends to lovers, Andrew x Reader, no smut but HEAVY making out and teasing as well as cursing. Lots of praise and devotion, body worship. (Obviously. this is Andrew we're talking about), light degrading if you squint. Let me know if I missed anything!

Also, apologies for any spelling mistakes!

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Oh, Halloween. Your favorite holiday. No obligation to get people gifts, scary movies, dressing up, so many different parties (only if you want), and candy. Tons of candy. You've always had a big sweet tooth so it surprises nobody when you go all out on buying bulk bags to keep around your house.

Speaking of bags of sweets, you were digging around in a bag you'd just gotten when your closest friend Andrew shot you a message.

"Hey, sweetie. When should I be over?"

As his name popped up on your screen, you tried not to let the term "friend" get to you. You've knon Andrew for quite some time now and have been head over fucking heels for him for most of it. He was always attractive but god help you. He was funny in a uniquely Andrew way, he was beyond kind and intelligent. He always tried his best to make time for you, even on tour. He was the sweetest man you'd ever met. And "sweetie". Lord the things that nickname did to you. He started calling you that after the 6th or 7th time he found a stash of candy in your cabinets.

"Around 7! I don't wanna stay up too late."

He liked the message and, you assumed, got ready for the party. It was a lowkey costume party with some drinks. You weren't a fan of huge parties but you enjoyed seeing your friends a lot. You spend around the kitchen, cleaning and setting out different liquor and alcohol, as well as some food and non-alcoholic drinks. Once it was all set up, you went upstairs to go put ok some makeup and the Freddy Cruger costume you picked out. You were elated when you found it. It was simple but cute.

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Eventually, 7:30 rolls around and many of your close friends, as well as some of their own, are scattered around your house, talking and drinking. Someone took control of the speakers and put on some funky Halloween music that people started dancing to. There was still no sign of Andrew though. As you tried to stop yourself from anxiously checking your phone every 2 minutes, a vaguely familiar face popped up in front of you.

"Hey Y/N! It's David, from Clarissa's birthday. How have you been?"

"I've been okay!! I'm pretty busy with school and work. I'm happy that there's finally a break, though!"

"Yeah, yeah I can imagine. Anyway, who are you here with?"

"Nobody, actually!"

"Ohhhh... So no boyfriend or anything?"

You mentally roll your eyes but try to keep a polite smile. He's not Andrew, but he isn't too bad you suppose. It's just uncomfortable because you don't know him all that well. He's just a coworker of Clarissa's. However, it could he good. Maybe it'll help you move on. You can't just spend your time following Andrew like a lost puppy, right?

Right as you're about to tell him that you're single at the moment, someone else walks over.

"Hey, sweetheart! Sorry I'm late. The face paint took a while to dry."

You turned to see Andrew standing next to you. You didn't even respond before you leaned into him and gave him a big hug.

"Andy! I was worried about you." You looked up at the face paint he had done and nearly stopped breathing. White paint covered his face while black outlined and extended his lips, as well as surrounding his eyes with sharp, long points at the bottom. He was Eric Draven from The Crow. His hair was in a low messy bun of curls and he had a wide smile on his face. Seeing him pushed the idea of moving on out of your head entirely.

"You really are sweet, huh? There was no need to be worried."

You blush slightly and look down before turning back to David. Andrew looked at the table next to your scanning over the drink options as David began to talk.

"So, no boyfriend then?"

As soon as it left his mouth, Andrew coughed and glanced at him. You started to talk, wanting to explain that you weren't looking for anything but before you could say anything, one of David's friends called him over. He told you that he'd come find you later before he walked away.

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For the next few hours, you and Andrew were practically attached to each other. He always had his hand in yours or around your waist. He also made sure to tell you not to drink too much because he knew how much you despised being hung over. Luckily, as the night passes, you managed to stay at a comfortable, tipsy point, not full on drunk.

Not so luckily, though, you found yourself having to make sure you weren't staring at Andrew for too long. Whether it be his hands holding his glass, or his eyes crinkling when he smiled. The worst was when he had his hand secure on your waist. You so badly wished it meant more than it did.

Unbeknownst to you, Andrew was feeling the exact same way. He kept glancing at you, his breath getting caught in his chest when you leaned into him or looked up to speak. He was hyper aware of the warmth of your body against him. Everything he wanted to do to you kept flashing through his mind and he quickly got more antsy. As he gave almost all his focus to not getting hard right behind you, you were blissfully unaware, just happy that he could be there. You were having a really good time until you felt him shift away from you.

You looked up at him, confused.

"Are you okay, Andy?"

He nodded and smiled down at you, so you turned around, unintentionally brushing your ass against him. You felt him through his pants and immediately, you felt yourself get hot. You definitely didn't want to assume that it was because of you, but just the idea make your legs weak. You decided to press yourself against him lightly and you felt his hand on your waist tighten and he pulled you closer, slightly aggressively. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"We're going to go upstairs."

He led you up the stairway and partially into the hall. His original plan was to go all the way to your room but he was too impatient. Before you even got close to your door, he yanked you to the side and pressed you up against the wall. He stared down at you, his breathing heavy and his eyes wild. He leaned down to be at eye level with you, his lips ghosting over yours. You felt his breath as he spoke.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Andrew."

"Oh... Is that so?"

You giggled nervously and nodded with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He was making you a little light headed but you still understood the actual question. He wanted to make sure that you wanted this. You wanted him. You nodded again and gave him your best doe eyes when you wrapped your arms around his neck to try and pull him closer to you.

"No no darling. Use your words for me. I need to hear it."

"Please Andy... I want you."

He let out a low hum and his eyelids fluttered shut before he slammed his lips into yours. His left hand was gripping your hip and clawing at you, almost ferally, sure to leave marks while his other was cupping your face. Both your arms were wrapped around his neck but one snaked it's way up into his hair. You tugged at his roots and his hips bucked forward into you. Groans and whimpers were flowing steadily from the both of you. He slotted one of his legs between yours and you ground down.

You let out a moan, slightly muffled by his lips against yours. You pulled away to catch your breath. You kept moving your hips and a loud whine escaped you. He smiled down at you and used his left hand to push more pressure down.

"Good girl... Needy little thing. So pretty."

You whimpered and threw your head back against the wall.

"Fuck Andrew. Please- I need you..."

"Ohhh sweetie. Want me to fuck you with everyone down stairs?"

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

"Shhhhhhh baby... Calm down."

He removed his leg and you nearly fell to the ground. He held you up and got down on his knees once he was sure you were steady. He lifted your sweater and started kissing across your stomach. Both of his hands now gripped your thighs and pulled you closed to him. He pushed your legs apart slightly and pressed his face into your clothed pussy.

"Fuck, need you so bad baby. So pretty. Just wanna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. You want that? Hm?"

Your hands shot down and weaved through his hair so you could yank his hair back.

"Andrew. Please. Right now. I need you."

He grinned, his pupils dilated so much the color was nearly gone. After standing up, he kissed you again and grabbed your hand to lead you down the hallway...

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[scurvgirl]

The Milkovich house is a disaster. Actually, disaster is an understatement. Ian always knew how the Milkoviches lived, shit he'd lived that that too for a bit. But it hits different when you're one of two people now tasked with sorting through everything.

Most of it is trash. Some of it, though, is meaningful. An even smaller portion of it is pure treasure.

Ian pulls out a picture, clearly taken years and years ago. It shows two young children, more like toddlers really, dressed up in matching costumes. A Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

"Holy shit," Ian breathes as he stares at the picture. He knows it's his husband but he has to be sure. He flips the picture over and in neat, blue ink reads "Mickey and Mandy, Halloween 1997". He can barely process it. Little Mickey. Little Mickey dressed as Mickey Mouse. He flips the picture over again to stare at how adorable his best friend and husband were when they were little. Mickey is smiling in the photo, a big open mouthed smile, maybe even mid laugh. Adorable. Precious.

"Hey, whatcha got there?" Mickey's voice cuts through Ian's thoughts. Oh no, Mickey shouldn't see this. But also....

"Just a picture of you and Mandy." He tries to deflect, but Mickey's quick. He darts to Ian's side and snags a peak of the picture before Ian can hide it.

He expects curses, eye rolls, maybe a hand to snatch it from Ian. What he did not expect is how Mickey goes still then looks away.

"Throw it away."

"Mick-

"Throw it away! My...my mom took that. Before she...look, just throw that shit away." Mickey picks up a beyond-repair shirt and stuffs it into a 'throw away' trash bag. He stomps off into the house, leaving Ian alone with the picture.

He looks down at little smiling Mickey and Mandy. He can't throw this away, he can't just toss whatever evidence that some parts of Mickey's childhood weren't all bad. He tucks the picture into his coat and continues to sort through the mess.

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Much, much later, they're home. They shower together for quickness and it really is quick (okay, there is some groping) before falling into bed together. Fuck clothes, they're married and at this point, everyone in the house has seen them.

Ian turns to Mickey and tentatively places his hand over his husband's. Mickey accepts it, a finger worries at Ian's wedding band.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Shit, Ian, when do I ever want to talk about it?"

There's a long pause before Mickey presses his free hand to his eyes. "I dunno, man, it's just...I'm a fucking orphan. Terry was fucked up and terrible and I wanted to kill him, should have killed him, but he was...fuck. I dunno. I dunno all this feeling shit is just fucked."

Ian doesn't respond verbally right away, instead he scoots over and gently coaxes Mickey into his arms. Mickey allows it, his head coming to rest on Ian's pec while Ian holds his hand.

"I fucking hate him. He taught me how to shoot, how to hotwire a car. I hate him and he's gone. He...he hurt you."

"This isn't about me," Ian whispers, giving Mickey a squeeze.

"It is cuz I'd be...I'd be in jail right now because I'd have killed that stupid fucking nun by now if it wasn't because of your stupid ginger ass."

Ian pauses, listens to Mickey's breath hitch, feels wetness not from their shower on his chest.

"Do you want to kill her?" Ian asks softly after a while.

"No."

Oh so gently, Ian cups Mickey's jaw and tilts his reddened, tear streaked face up.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby, and I am not sorry he's gone. He hurt you and he can't do that anymore." Ian presses a kiss to Mickey's forehead.

Mickey doesn't say much more, either from exhaustion or not wanting to talk about it anymore. Either way, Ian holds him and he doesn't pull away.

"That picture you found was the best day of my life before you. Mom dressed Mandy and I up, we went trick'or'treating, ate so much fucking candy. Then she had to fucking die." Mickey sniffles and Ian holds him closer.

"So stupid, dressed up as that damn mouse."

"You were cute," Ian cuts in because he can't help himself, "you're still cute."

"Sap." Mickey pushes Ian without any real force, making them both smile.

"Yeah, I...have a confession, Mick."

"Fuck, what?"

"I didn't throw the pic away."

Mickey doesn't respond right away, just runs a finger along Ian's chest, fidgeting with some of his chest hair.

"Good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

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They're back at the house the next day. More trash. More hateful messages and books and shit that Ian would like to forget.

In the end, it's Mickey who finds it. He walks out of one of the smaller bedrooms holding a short, black book. He's staring at it like it's some foreign object or a bomb about to go off. Ian is by his side in a moment.

The book's label is written in that same neat script as the picture - "Mickey and Mandy Growing Up".

"It's a photo album," Ian whispers.

"Yep." Mickey's eyes don't move away from it. His body is still.

Ian places a hand on Mickey's shoulder, "You don't have to open it here, or even today or tomorrow. Let's pack it and when you're ready, we can look at it. Together." Finally Mickey moves. He nods his head and gives the album to Ian.

"Keep it with the picture."

Ian takes the album then leans forward to press a kiss to his brave, emotional, incredible husband. His husband who has the chance to be as happy as the little boy in the picture.

[hyunjilicious]

bf!skz as college archetypes [hyung line]

Summary: literally what the title says ❤️ 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and smoking, skipping classes, the usual college stuff + sex, mentions of somno, oral (both receiving) ... its nothing smut centered BUT 18+ PLS!!!! (also not edited I'm very sorryyyy)

Chan - that one bad boy that there’s actually nothing bad about

Plays guitar in a band, has a sleeve of tattoos, owns too many Metallica t-shirts and wears a bit too much eyeliner for the middle of the day

Despite his bandmates being known as troublemakers, he’s the one that goes from giggling and smiling left and right to throwing hands to get his friends out of trouble.

His band is his main priority, and school…? not so much. Misses classes, turns in his assignments a bit too late all the time, studies for his exams just enough so he can pass, but somehow ends up always having the neatest and most aesthetically pleasing projects and presentations. 

Because you always do them for him. He does the work, of course, but then you get together with your laptops one night, he sings and plays guitar for you, while you sit and turn his disaster of a project into a work of art. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

And he realized that - that he needs you, the second he first laid eyes on you. Despite literally having his own fanclub, he never thought he’d stand a chance with you. Not until the Halloween party during sophomore year when he dressed as Slash and you walked up to him, all a smile, asking to take a picture with his top hat. After that, you were inseparable. For the remainder of the party, you drank together, danced, did body shots, smoked alone, just the two of you out in the back and then wordlessly decided to continue the night at his dorm where he fucked your brains out until the sun rose up again.

Owns a bike, and never fails to joke about the fact that he only bought it so that he can use it to take you places. There are very few things he loves more than to wait for you, leaning against his bike, only to see you walk out of class and then break into a sprint the second your eyes land on him. 

Will stop at nothing to help you in case you need it. He’ll settle for a 50% on an exam and move on, but if you mention you have trouble understanding something, he’ll stay up the whole night to figure out everything about that topic in order to explain it to you the next day.

His band isn’t big enough for merch yet, but you best believe you have your own shirt, hoodie and leather bracelet. And also your 2 months old niece -  she has her own onesie with Chan’s band’s logo on it. He couldn’t help it.

Hates shopping for himself but loves calling himself ‘your assistant’ whenever you drag him with you to the mall. His patience is never ending and he adores picking outfits for you - either the cutest or the sluttiest ones possible. 

If you’re asking for something, chances are he’s not even going to blink an eye before doing it. He’s that tightly wrapped around your finger.

He loves you for who you are, but loves your body too, every single little, tiny, and random inch of your body. You name it, he loves it. But even so, he has his favorites - your ass. He always considered himself an ass man, but this is something else entirely. He will never miss the chance to touch it, slap it, grab it, poke it, bite it or use it as a pillow. And he doesn’t even care he’s in public, he knows how to be subtle. 

And despite this, he’s not very kinky. Most things you come up with are new to him. He’s a simple man, as he says. But still, will try out absolutely everything with you. And kind of enjoys it all too. However his favorite was discovered as a joke - a video you showed him. You gave him the consent and moved on, proceeding to forget about it until a few mornings later, when you woke up, shaking and on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm.

He’s down, between your legs, shamelessly devouring you awake, feeding off of the lewd sounds you make. It takes him less than a few minutes to drive the sleep away from you and have you panting his name as you ride your first orgasm of the day, at a little bit past 6am. That’s his favorite way to start the day now, eat you out, cuddle you for just a little while longer, make you breakfast and then drive you to class. Either this or he refuses to get out of bed.

Minho - the mysterious kid no one knows anything about.

Is quiet, walks fast, always looks busy and wears a trench coat. Some people would bet he’s a literature kid. But he’s just got style and dislikes most people.

Actually takes his studies seriously, has good grades and cares about his academic future. Dreams about his life as a veterinarian every night, but jokes about changing paths and becoming a bodyguard instead.

Thrives on the way people - especially you - gasped when they found out he’s overly skilled in three different types of martial arts. Didn’t think it was that cool until you asked him to teach you some self defense moves.

That made his brain short circuit. The amount of time he had to spend tackling you to the ground, securing your arms behind your back, straddling your hips, grabbing your neck, manhandling you from side to side - it drove him wild. While you were a fast learner, it still took you long enough for him to fall head over heels for you.

But of course he didn't have the guts to word his feelings for you. He was ready to accept his fate, ready to settle for pinning from afar, until one day, when during your training, when you were supposed to get out from under him, you refused to do so. That was it. You didn’t even move from the floor, it was right there that kissed you, fucked you and then asked you to be his girlfriend.

His friends still tease him for it and he still pretends to hate it.

Uses the dumbest pet names in the world. It started off normally, the usual ‘baby’ and the occasional ‘angel’ but it soon escalated to ‘honey’, ‘sugar’, ‘lollipop’, ‘candy’, ‘icecream’. This man will call you anything. One day he called you ‘grasshopper’ just because he saw one, and proceeded to act offended when you didn’t answer.

But there’s one pet name that has its own use. ‘Doll’. He only calls you ‘doll’ when he’s fucking you or when he wants to fuck you. From “What do you say, doll? Should we head home?” to  “That’s right, doll, taking my cock so well’

But when it comes to you using pet names, he’ll pretend to dislike them all. ‘Babe’ is too common and ‘love’ is too sappy. Nothing seems to be good enough for him, until you decide to call him by his name once and watch him try to figure out what he did to upset you. “What are you calling me Minho for?” and when you tell him you thought he didn’t like pet names he just shrugs, “I don’t, but that doesn’t mean you should stop using them”

Comes up with the best date ideas in the world. Knows all the cool places around and off campus and will take you to all of them.

Loves to cook for his friends but always needs your approval before sharing a new recipe with them. His favorite way to spend the time is cooking together with you -  or well, he’s cooking, you’re just there as moral support. The most he lets you do is chop vegetables, anything more than that would keep you too busy to be able to go and give him a kiss every time he looks at you with puckered lips. 

Bullies the living hell out of his friends but snaps whenever anyone tries to bully him. Unless they make fun of him being wrapped around your finger, in which case he’ll proudly deny it and wait for them to say it again. 

Changbin - the gym bro that’s surprisingly good at academics

Is the star of the football team despite not being the captain. He’s too humble to say it, but everyone knows he’s actually been voted captain and refused the title. 

He’s in it for the sport itself, not for anything else. But while he might not wear that band on his bicep, everyone still looks up and listens to him, even the captain himself.

Not naturally gifted, but the most hard working member of the team that the University has ever seen. His god-gifted talents reside elsewhere. That’s why you were so shocked when you friend suggested your tutor was Changbin - the athlete, and not any of the math whizz kids. 

To this day you are thankful for your friend.

It wasn’t enough that differential calculus never made any sense to you, but the way his hair fell onto his forehead as he wrote in your notebook, the way his shirt sleeves were stretched for dear life around his biceps, the way he had to nudge your thigh with his knee to get your attention - these were all aspects working towards your failure. But he didn’t let that happen. In fact he was so confident in your abilities that he proposed a bet - if you got over 75% on your finals, you had to drink with him. You got a 76% and don’t even remember what he had to do in case you got a grade below 75.

But the alcohol that night wasn’t even needed. It was just an excuse to get him in your dorm room, because the second you both sat down and your eyes met, you knew. Minutes later he was in another dimension, living a high he never imagined possible as you took his cock down your throat and made him cum twice within the hour. He hated that he didn’t get a chance to properly ask you out, but he wouldn’t change that day for the world.

Now, you always go to watch him practice. Always in the first row when he has a game.

You wear his jersey all the time, unless it is too cold, in which case you wear his leather jacket and he wears the jersey.

Doesn’t really believe in the separation between feminine and masculine traits and activities, but man, he loves all the girly stuff you do. Watches you put on your makeup, does your skin care for you, washes your hair, uses your colored sticky notes and fluffy pens, sleeps like an angel on your heart shaped pink pillows, asks you to do his nails and flaunts them with every occasion. 

Also, he loves it when people notice it. Thrives when other men notice his pink nails and cuts them off before they can even think about commenting about your work of art.

One of the things he loves the most is being useful to you. It started off with the physical aspect. The “Binnie, can you open this for me, please?” or “Binnie? Can you lift me so I can reach the top shelf?” but then it got to “Binnieeee!!! Why doesn’t it let me install this expansion pack? I really need my sim to be a werewolf!” or when your grandma called to ask you how to make the font on her phone bigger and you just went to him without even batting an eye. He loves that you can do all of these yourself but prefer to have him help you. 

ALWAYS the big spoon. Doesn’t even want to hear it. And refuses to let you bring up that one time you two watched Avengers: End Game and he cried so hard that you literally had to cradle him to sleep. That didn’t happen. 

Also, he’s the most fun person at parties, especially at karaoke. There’s no song he can’t rock. The parts he can’t sing he turns into a comedy show only to then leave the crowd speechless when he proceeds to rap some of the most difficult songs in the playlist. To this day he still declines Chan’s offer to join his band, - says football and his girl keep him busy enough.

Hyunjin - that one younger kid even seniors talk about

Will show up to school one day with a beanie, a hoodie and sweatpants, and the next day, sporting leather pants, an oversized, unbuttoned shirt and with his hair styled to the millimeter. There is no inbetween. People stop and stare anyway. He pretends not to notice, but he does.

Studies to become an interior designer, but the technical aspects of it bore him to death. 

Can always be found in the arts wing, either dancing or painting. 

Rarely ever goes to class, and if he does, he’s usually sleeping somewhere in the back.

Has too much energy, but doesn’t let just anyone see that. He uses it to tire his closest friends and you. 

He met you when the dance teacher assigned you as his partner. He thought god blessed him that day, only to regret soon after - the closeness that the choreography entailed was more than he could bear. He saw you panting, hanging onto him, lifting your shirt to wipe your sweat off, screaming his name in frustration when you couldn’t get the move right - and he was mesmerized. And while the things that went through his head were nothing but innocent, there really was something childish and pure in the way he looked at you. It made him happy, just being in the same room as you was enough for him. For a while - until the competition came and went, and you had to switch partners. No, he wasn’t about to let you dance with another man the way you danced with him. 

So what started as a “We have good chemistry, we should stick together” swiftly turned into “Ok, so I can’t stand to see you in his arms. Have you seen the way he looks at you? I look at you like that! You should be dancing with me.”

And so you did. You switched back to him, won the next competition and decided to celebrate by breaking into the dance studio in the middle of the night. You danced in the dark, only your phones lighting up the room despite the power working just fine, and then drank champagne out of the bottle as you walked hand in hand back to the dorms.

No one really knows how you got together, but everyone knows you two are together.

He posts you on his Instagram every chance he gets - much to the dismay of his fangirls.

He isn’t too happy about the men interested in you either, but his approach depends on the situation. When a random guy approaches you at a party and you hold the conversation just enough so that you don’t set him off, if he had enough to drink, Hyunjin will just shove the man to the side and tell him to get lost before dragging you away. But when the extra attention you get comes from one of his friends, he’s all but ready to bring out the waterworks and threaten to divorce you. But that’s how you know - the more dramatic he is, the less hurt he is.

But despite his playful exterior, he really is your rock, the one person you can count on. Is an extraordinary listener, and always knows how to balance you and put you back on your feet.

Which is funny coming from the man who can’t word his appreciation for the food you make but instead dances as he eats to express how much he loves it.

And you’re his rock too. When the art teacher offered to extend the gallery to give him his own corner, you were the one who sat with him 10 meters away, on a bench, acting completely inconspicuous as he nervously watched the students that checked out his paintings. You were also the one who wiped his happy tears when he saw someone take a picture of his work. You really are each other's rocks.

Thank you for reading!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[wrestletotheground]

it's 3.30am and this isn't proofread but I'm down so bad for ross as the undertaker so enjoy my horny little tumblr gremlins beloved mutuals

18+ minors dni!!!

cw: mean dom ross and also terrible rushed writing done in a state of delusion <33

the man you've been eyeing up all night at the halloween party dressed as the undertaker is finally on his knees in front of you, leather jacket long discarded on the floor, holding your legs apart while he's devouring every inch of you. you're mewling under his touch, grabbing at his long hair, eventually pulling it back out of his way so you can watch his pretty face as he puts his tongue to use. you're so close... so fucking close. pulling his hair and arching your back until he suddenly pulls away, leaving you gasping for him.

'fuck- ross- please let me cum I'mmphh' he cuts you off by slapping his hand over your mouth to muffle your desperate whining. 'you need to earn it sweetheart, show me how much you deserve it', he says, standing up as he unbuckles his belt. he pulls his trousers down just enough to free his cock over the waistband.

he's big, bigger than you've ever seen, and you can't help but whimper at the thought of how deep it would feel inside you. he grabs your jaw, forcing you to lock eyes with him. 'you gonna be good and fucking take it or do you want me to leave you here, whimpering at the thought of what you could've had, hm?' you're desperate, too turned on and needy to think. 'I'll be good, let me be good, please, daddy'. fuck. the last word slipped out. his eyes darken and it doesn't go unnoticed that his grip tightens around your face when you say it. 'that's what I thought. on your fucking knees'. you oblige, scrambling to the floor until you're looking up at the larger man towering over you.

he grabs a handful of your hair and drags your open mouth down onto his cock, your gag reflex kicking in as he hits the back of your throat. he groans, pushing into you deeper. he lets go for a moment so you can breathe. you let a drop of spit spill out onto him, spreading it over his length with your hand before taking him in your mouth again. he grabs your head again, pushing you down to meet his thrusts into your throat. it's fast and rough but it just fuels the fire building in your core, making you clench your thighs for some sort of relief. he's already close and you can tell by the way his breathing quickens and his thrusts get sloppier. with a final eye roll he pulls you off him, leaving you fully naked on your knees and dripping onto the hardwood floor below you.

'on the bed. now.' he snaps. you shift back up onto the bed, instinctively opening your legs as you lie back for him. 'good. doing so good for me.' he leans down and kisses you, biting at your lip before standing up straight again. 'please- fuck me, I need you so bad', you choke out, your throat hoarse from what you'd just done. 'pathetic little slut aren't you?' he grumbles, teasing his tip at your entrance as you let out short sharp breaths. you bite your lip in an attempt to stifle a scream as he shoves into you suddenly. you grasp at the sheets as he goes deeper inside you, stretching your tight cunt. it's not long before his hair is dangling above your face, barely breaking eye contact as he fucks you into oblivion.

loud vulgar sounds echo through the room and surely the whole world knows his name at this point with how often it's ripping from your throat. 'm' gonna cum, im gonna fucking- ngh' every muscle in your body contracts as you scream, your climax washing over you in tidal waves as he continues to fuck you at the same fast delicious pace. 'shit, im close, mfhh- where do you want me to- fuuck' he's holding back as much as he can, waiting for you answer. 'inside, please, need you- ngh fuck, please, daddy, please' that word sends him straight over the edge, pushing harder than ever into you one final time as his face scrunches up in pleasure, words of praise falling from his mouth as he starts moving again, slowly, cum spilling into you. he pulls out with a sharp exhale as you both catch your breath. 'well you definitely fucking earned that', he laughs, smirking before catching your lips in his once more.

[hirsheyskisses]

Hello!! Your spooky event looks so fun! Do you think I could get 1. "You're shivering. Are you really that scared?" + 6 with Eustass Kid? Thank you so much I look forward to seeing what spooky ideas you come up with!!

Don't be a Coward!

Spooktober (2023) Event 👻🎃

EUSTASS KID x READER

Summary: being foolish, fresh put of your teens, Kidd decided to take things a step up for halloween, going to explore a 'haunted' mall.. (also yes, the pun in this story was intended)

Kidd has ALWAYS loved Halloween. Ever since the two of you had been kids, he'd dress up as either the spookiest or coolest shit (often times both) and always insisted on helping you with your costume.

A lot of Halloween often ended with kidd and killer looking absolutely terrifying, where your costumes were often- badass. Dresses that lit on fire, exploding suits, or real life villain energy

But, where they loved horror.. and creepiness.. You'd rather not! You'd really rather not fuck with ouija boards, or go into haunted malls, or fuck with ghosts..

But kidd.. well, you're dating the man..

"I really don't think this is a good idea." You stated for the umpteenth time, being rewarded with another long sigh from your lover. "You're being a wuss. It's just rumors-"

Kidd grumbled, grabbing your hand and lifting you up to the window he'd just shattered, holding you by your sides. Hesitating for a moment before sliding through, attempting not to step on glass, you turned, "thats not the point! Well.. it's part of the point, but we're breaking an entering! Yaknow, doing the thing that's against the law!"

Watching him land beside you, he snorted. "Since when were you so concerned about the law? You broke a guy's jaw for catcalling."

Kidd began to walk, his eyes eager and- to some extent, childish. "He was following me and had it coming, would you rather I have let him take me?" You shot back, to which Kidd tensed a bit. "Never said it was a bad thing. I'm just sayin', it was still against the law." He muttered, a hand snaking behind your back to pull you at his side. Surprisingly, the mall wasn't too scary: trashed, sure, but with a man who cleared 6' it wasn't- entirely terrifying.

"Well.. that scenario shouldn't be against the law." You responded, and you also knew he agreed: Kid loved any excuse to beat down am asshole. Even if he was bit of one himself, he still held some semblance of respect.

The mall was dark, and as you went further in, the light became less and less, until you were squinting to see and cautiously stepping down to ensure you didn't step on anything. Your redheaded boyfriend, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. Instead, he walked with pure confidence, head swiveling from side to side. "I expected more from a haunted mall. This shots boring." He grumbled, glancing back at you. "Yeah.. I guess." You mumbled, focused less so on him and instead chose to peer into the open stores, finding knocked over shelves and ransacked compartments, slowly moving towards an old book store. Grabbing your phone and flicking on the flashlight, you began to move between the shelves, occasionally grabbing at a abandoned, dusty book. Surprisingly, there was a lot of them remaining: and in fairly good condition, too. A few classics, and a few of your old favorites you'd occasionally come across. You'd been there for a few minutes..

"Hey! Kidd! Look at this o-"

You finally lifted your head as you found an old book on mechanic work he'd wanted, only to realize one thing: Kidd was nowhere to be found. You could've sworn he'd been right behind you the entire time- you'd heard his lumbering footsteps!

He's probably just in another store.. you decided, making to exit the library with the book still in your arms. Now that you were alone, you were overly conscious just how big the mall was. Every step you took left you uneasy, swearing you heard footsteps behind you- swore you heard voices, but no- eyes in the darkness, impossible, yet everytime you tried to counter the strange chills you got you just felt worse.

You'd wandered for a few minutes, peering into stores, and growing increasingly worried. What if he'd had a heart attack?! Or what if he'd gotten kidnapped? So much could've gone wrong- yet-

- yet the moment you were shoved against the wall, you had no time to worry about him.

A blood curdling screech ripped its way out of your lungs and you raised the book, fully prepared to slam it into your attackers body and book it- only for your wrists to be pinned to the wall. Your knee prepared to buck upwards, but a deep, growly voice sounded in your ear.

"You're shaking, mouse. Are you really that scared?"

His hot breath fanned against your neck as you almost melted, "k-kidd?! Where'd you go-" your voice was breathless, and Kidd chuckled, pressing his face into your neck. "Was never far.. don't gotta worry so much, mouse. I won't let shit hurt you."

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ive been bored out of my mind 😩 any movie or book recomendations?

You opened up the can. Do you want the worms? XD

YES!! I DO HAVE RECCOMENDATIONS!! XD And I'm so glad you asked ^^ Obviously you're not required to take any of these, but if you do- let me know what you think! ^^

If you're here, I assume you like fun, sinister and exciting villains. So I'll give you a little info on the villains in each source 😅😆

Movies:

First of all- a n y m o v i e (or episode in a TV show) with Robert Englund playing the bad guy. You can't go wrong. Even if the rest of the source is... not-so-great... the man never misses.

(In particular: The Last Showing, Inkubus, and Good Day For It are really good! Especially the first 2.

The Last Showing (free on Plex): Villain is a weaselly, geeky loser with a with dreams of sinister grandeur.

Inkubus (free on Tubi): Villain is a sexy, sinister, cunning, smug old demon.

Good Day For It (free on YouTube): just... just have a peak at what I've been posting non-stop the whole weekend 😅🫠🫠🫠)

The Rescuers and the Rescuers Down Under. If you haven't seen these and you like Disney Villains, you must!! You get both!; a nasty woman with scary eyes and no code of ethics, and a big, sinister, crooked-grin bush man.

The Lake Placid Series. I KNOW, I KNOW- you probably read that and think 'ughh why' but LOOK- TRUST ME- The Bickerman's are a riot. A hoot, even XD From a sweet old lady who swears and feeds whole cows to the crocodiles played by Betty White to her son who's a greedy old poacher who is equal parts creepy and loony tune- they're so much fun XD The only movie in which they aren't antagonists is 3, but then you get Reba who is a grumpy, bad ass milf and is that really a miss? No, I don't think so.

Going back to kids animation- Happily N'Ever After (free on Vimeo) You got a myriad of villainous suitors to choose from in this one XD You got the Big Bad Wolves (💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️), witches, Rumplestilstkin, and Cinderella's Evil Stepmother who is- just- so hot XD A wicked lady with a slit in her dress.

... are you into creepy nasty old men? Because I think Judge Turpin played by Alan Rickman in Sweeney Todd; The Demon Barber of Fleet Street takes the cake in that department.

Little Shop of Horrors. Yes- Audrey II is plant, but he's smooth motherfucker, and some of us are into that 😆😅 And maybe so are you. And if you aren't into Audrey II, there's always Orin; a leather jacket wearing, motorbike riding, sadistic jackass.

Oh!! The Funhouse Massacre!!! Another fun one with a myriad of scary boyfriends XD (and one scary girlfriend XD). It's a cheesy gore fest but of you like that or can get past it- your villains here include a Wrestler Murder-Clown, a Psychotic, Silent Harlequinn, a Sinister and Charismatic Cult Leader, a Sexy Sadistic Dentist, a Cute Cannibalitic Chef, and a Creepy Old Taxidermist.

Disney's Once Upon A Halloween (free in parts on YouTube). It's all your favourite Disney Villains (before Dr Facilier I think) in one place- what else could you want? XD

Books:

If you like hot demons and you have a teacher kink-- then The Evil Librarian Trilogy (Michelle Knudsen) are definitely for you XD You got the evil librarian (Mr Gabriel), who is basically evil incarnate with a sexy goatee. Then you also Principal Kingston who is an older dilf wearing cargo pants and is slightly silly (my favourite, and also the reason i named my kangaroo oc kingston)-- and then Ms Kralovna; the language teacher and an absolute Queen.

Dorothy Must Die (Danielle Paige) pretty much makes Dorothy (years later) a wicked slutty dictator, the scarecrow a creepy mad scientist, the tinman a besotted obsessed guardsman, and the cowardly lion a monster. Plus there's the Nome King in the last 2 books who is describes as the 'most sinister senior citizen' which is the perfect descriptor for him XD

If you like Slasher movies, you will d e f I n e t l y love The Final Girls Support Group (Grady Hendrix). It's just so cool and interesting how Hendrix puts the actual Slashers into the book without saying their names.

Hellhole (Gina Damico). Okay this is another demon XD Except this one works in... the greasy food office in hell XD (I think XD ) Don't get me wrong, he's bad; he's powerful, and he'll kill your whole family, and he has unreasonable demands if you refuse. But he's mostly happy to sit in your basement with no pants eating tostitos and whole sticks of butter while watching project runway and playing cod for now XD And his name is Burg (as in Burgundy Cluttermuck)- isn't that cute? XD

Karen M. McManus books. Any of them. (Though, I do recommend The Cousins and Two Can Keep a Secret in particular. I cant tell you much cuz they're mysteries but they are definitely my kinda bastards. If you like the characters I write for you'll probably like them too XD The only misfortune is that, since they are mysteries, they aren't acting all villainous until the end. )

Alice and Red Queen (Christina Henry). If you have a strong stomach and you like gory, sometimes unpleasant horror- these are for you! The characters of Alice in Wonderland are n e v e r going to be the same 😅😅😅 Especially the Rabbit, who is... I think, a trafficker? Meanwhile the Walrus, um- nope, i'm not going there. Moving on!

DANCING JAX DANCING JAX DANCING JAX. These are my f a v o u r i t e books. Ever. They will always be my favourite books. And let me tell you why!!- They are o v e r f l o w i n g with vastly different, interesting, flawed characters who totally stick with you forever XD And a good lot of them are bad guys. You got:

- Austerly Fellows; a creepy charismatic cult leader type who may not actually be Austerly Fellows?? Their could be a swapped at birth/changeling sorta thing going on here?? (The 'original' Austerly had a mark on his foot and the one that his mother got back from the baby farm didn't).

- The Jockey; the kind of bad guy who ain't loyal to anyone. Not even the other bad guys. He must play everyone one way or another (its the way he was written, and he follows through), at some point. He's tricky, and weaselly, and gross. I love him.

- Jangler; Austerly's right hand man. He's a stern, crotchety and nasty old codger. His heart is as cold as ice, he's calculated, and he definitely takes joy in some of the terrible things its his job to do.

- etc. There's more but I cant give more away 😅

Thats what i can think of right now! ^^ I'd be so so jazzed if you took any of these recc's but don't worry about feeling obligated too! ^^ It was fun to talk about them XD

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

A question while I work, would any of your muses participate in RuPaul's Drag Race (assuming an au where they are normal humans/in normal circumstances/are alive)

HMMMM, this is a good question! And NGL Ozzie, it is embarrassing that I needed to do research to answer this question! I know of drag but sadly I'm more of an outdoors gay, so it is far, far from my wheelhouse!

Anywho! The only muse of mine who would be willing to go straight from next to no knowledge of the topic, to having fun and possibly making a fool of themselves on live TV is Ophelia/8713! It's no surprise there, but she is a try-everything-once sort of gal, and though she has some understandably low self-esteem, she has more than enough of a nihilism bumper to let her live in the moment and absorb up the validation of the people she'll be learning from and having fun with!

THIS SAID, other muses of mine would be on a spectrum of wanting to try drag/performing drag/ comfort and range from a 'loving the art and expression that goes behind the fashion and makeup' to the ones that are just in it for the entertainment!

More below bc this is LONG

Evan would be EXTREMELY interested, he'd want to try, he'd like to really really bad, but I don't think he has the internal strength to allow himself that freedom.

Even going so far as to touch something like makeup would feel sacrilegious to him; stigma, chastisement, he'd almost be able to hear the jeers in his mind's eye, and just those spectral taunts are enough to have him recoiling from a wound unseen. Truthfully, he doesn't see any big deal around the subject, of dressing up, creating this character and painting with makeup on his body. But Evan knows, he KNOWS others don't share this same opinion, and after all the years that have passed... he's learned not to trust himself, at least not in this respect.

Sadly, though, I know in my heart that Evan would not accept drag, at least not socially and when he's in the company of others. He's not going to rock out with the slurs, but he won't hesitate to mention that he feels the queen or king in his company looks ridiculous and humiliates themselves.

But behind closed doors? I don't think he'd be able to maintain that venom, largely because it's not his. I have to quote Game of Thrones in this instant, but with Evan, he does this funny trick where he moves his mouth, but his father's voice comes out.

His bigotry, in this circumstance, is superficial and pretty damn fake. Evan is just emulating his father to protect himself from all these imagined knives he feels lay waiting to cut him if he strays from proper masculinity and the man his father wanted him to be. He really does imagine the world to be just as cruel and unaccepting as his father once was, and as dishonest as his father's gaslighting made it seem. It's a cowardly smokescreen enacted to distract from the fact that he'd want to try and be a queen too. Maybe not more than once, but he wants that choice, he wants their freedom and their confidence, and he really, really wants to break out of the mould he's been beaten into.

Sally, she doesn't want to try it herself, but she is interested, at least in the history and supportive of it, not solely in the sense of the typical ally-ship, but in the sense of how healing she's heard it can be for some people that practice it.

Sally's the sort of gal that would hear about RuPaul's Drag Race in passing, likely from the orderlies around the break room and get curious enough to look into it. This would, in turn, send her down a RABBIT HOLE until she's watched several documentaries on the subject and gone to at least one live performance.

She's also the sort of woman who would try to adopt some of the more therapeutic aspects she found explored when listening to the words and experiences of current and former queens and try to bring those aspects of the practice in to help some of the patients she works with

Kondraki has 10000% done drag for an SCP staff Halloween party before. Now typically, it should be noted, Kon does not dress up for Halloweens, like EVER. He's a grumpy bastard. But this Halloween, a comment from some co-worker in ethics on his lack of holiday spirit got to him, and he decided 'fuck it'. Got a Sailor Moon costume, accessories and all and was thoroughly done up except for shaving his beard and legs. Which, in retrospect, he feels made it better. Everyone loved it, and he had a blast. Partially because it was just an exciting experience, partially because he recruited some of his interns to do the makeup because he is/was hopeless, and partially because he wasn't the only one! In the end, countless pictures were taken, Konny's heart grew a couple sizes, and he still has pictures of the event hanging in his office.

[soloroleplaystory]

I got an anonymous email today. It's inviting me to a party on Friday night. It's... A masquerade? There's some pictures of the parties, everyone is wearing masks or a costume. It looks like a lot of fun. But how did anyone get this email? I mean, I guess with the convention for school emails, it wouldn't be hard to guess mine. All our names are on a class roster, which I don't like. Whatever. I probably won't go. I'd rather spend my time playing with my online friends.

But as the week went on, I kept thinking about it. I decided to *casually* mention the invite to my classmates. Maybe they got one too? At least I'd know someone there.

"So hey guys, um..." I say to the trio before our lab starts. "I got a weird email inviting me to a party this weekend." I hear Marcus shift behind me, like he knew something about the email.

"That's trash." Ben immediately says, waving his hand at me. "I got a couple of those. Searched it up, it's a scam to embarrass naive students. Get invited to a 'party', show up, get humiliated by popular kids."

I'm skeptical. It wasn't written like someone had bad intentions. Maybe I really am that naive? "Well, it's not like I'd go." I lie. I'm going. I hear Marcus shift again, almost like he's disappointed.

After class, I decide to take a bus into town to find at least a mask for the party. Might as well stay anonymous if there's a risk of being outed for some reason. I noticed Marcus get on the bus I'm taking. Must be closer to his dorms. I give him a friendly wave, gesturing to the empty seat beside me. "Hey, Marcus. Low on toothpaste?" I say, trying to be funny, but immediately feeling embarrassed. He gives me a shy smile and a thumbs up. He's really handsome when he smiles. "I uhh..." I blush. "I got invited to a party this weekend, and I really want to go..." His eyes go wide, blushing darker than I am. Why would he feel uncomfortable?

I don't get to ask as he rushed to the front of the bus and gets off. There's only residential buildings there. Maybe he's visiting someone?

Being late August, the big box stores already have Halloween costumes out. I wander up and down the aisles until I find a half mask. It's split with black and red, with rabbit ears and some glitter for accent. It looks cheap, but maybe they'll understand, being my first time.

I look for Marcus as I take the bus back to my room, but he isn't here at all. Why am I disappointed?

---------------

*"Am I really doing this?"* I think as I knock on the door. I'd taken two buses and walked several blocks to find the place. I didn't want anyone following me. Not that that's an issue for me...

I dressed up, kinda. A white button up and black skinny jeans along with the black and red mask. The door man looks over me for a few moments then nods me inside. Why is my heart racing?

The lights are dimmed, dance music playing loudly through the house. Everyone is in some kind of costume. Painted faces, half masks, full masks, even veils. Each person was unrecognizable.

A woman with a feathered mask gives me a plastic cup of beer, smiling at me. She is quite lovely. I hope her partner isn't jealous.

A couple people have made me dance with them, but it's been fun. I'm just wandering around the house, and every so often someone will grab my hand for a couple moments. They're all smiling and laughing, making me feel at home. One of the guys that danced with me was really aroused, grinding into me with this seductive look in his eyes. It was incredible.

I found my way into the basement, being given a shot of vodka and a soda to wash it down. My cheeks were red from the beer already, but they darkened so much more.

From a corner of the room, a tall man came over to me, taking me tenderly in his arms. He wasn't rough or rude, simply pulling me into him as I danced. He moved in time with the music, holding me close. It was so sensual. He didn't speak, but he also didn't try to force me into doing anything.

I can't wait for the next party....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thursday the next week, I get another email. "You dance like a natural. Thank you for giving us a chance. You are hence invited to every event we put on. We hold dances every Friday night. I await your arrival. -The Wolf."

I decided to reply this time. "I appreciate the invitation. I had a lot more fun than I expected. I don't usually like social situations. You must be the wolf I danced with last week. May I have a name to call you? I go by Emery."

I tried to distract myself while waiting for a reply, but I say at my desk, refreshing the browser every minute or so.

Finally, I got a reply.

"You may call me Alabaster. Thank you for dancing with me, Emery. Your name fits your persona. I like your mask quite a lot. It accents your eyes very well. I'll be waiting for you. ~Alabaster."

I couldn't reply, I was blown away. I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. How can I contain my excitement until Friday?

[ygg-yiggles]

Old Art: Inktober 2022, part 2

Continuing on from last time, here's days 16-31. Sorry it took longer to get to than I expected.

Day 16: Fowl More issues with the scanner! Why didn't I just find something to weigh down that edge? Anyway, this one was fun to draw, with a mix of various mircon pens, including brush tip ones for those big, chunky lines. The wings are... less than ideal, but I think the twisting neck of the swan turned out well. The swan is one of those animals that looks beautiful, until it's angry, and then suddenly it's terrifying, with innumerable pseudo-teeth like a mouth full of needles. As October is the month of spooky things, I leaned into that.

Day 17: Salty ...Oh come on, you were doing so well with the scanner, almost perfect in fact, but you went back to the phone camera again? Come on. The look is kind of iffy as well, just like the Crabby one featuring these same two characters. I think the weird face on the mom was intentional, though, in order to match the unintentionally weird look of her previously.

Day 18: Scrape Now there we go, there's a nice, clean scan, and an image I'm proud of. Girl in maid outfit, sharpening her cleaver thing. I think it's a girl, at least. If I recall, some degree of ambiguity was the goal. I did still screw up the hands kind of and made that arm chunkier than I wanted, but making heavy use of grey ink let me actually draw something that would read as black without being pitch black and indiscernible. The hair was drawn with an unknown blue-purple fountain pen ink. Really wish I could remember which one that was.

Day 19: Ponytail More adventures in brush-tip micron pens. This is a redraw/other angle of a character I drew just before Inktober 2022 began, but I don't think I quite captured him in the same way. His legs also ended up weirdly stubby here.

Day 20: Bluff Ahhhghhhhh, bad scan again, and it made key parts of the art blurry. Damn. I should really re-scan this one. At least the image is alright, even if one shadow is distractingly dark. I chose to shade this largely with horizontal lines mostly as an experiment, which I think worked out decently and would have worked better if I had committed even more to it. The subject here is the man from the previous day, standing on the topographic feature called a bluff. The best part of the image, I think, is the way I worked the number and prompt into the river.

Day 21: Bad Dog A grotesque, monstrous creature, vaguely canid, with no skin and spikey bits all over. Bit of hair here and there. Overall, I like it. Don't really have much else to say.

Day 22: Heist This anatomy sucks but I drew it quickly, more quickly than something that took up this much of the page normally would. Evidently, I even managed to get it to scan properly! This is not meant to be any character in particular, by the way.

Day 23: Booger You ever just sneeze out an entire slimegirl? I like several things about this, from the way I was able to give the look of transparency to how swollen the sick man's face looks. I'm sure I've drawn plenty better, but I do quite like this one, gross as it is.

Day 24: Fairy Call me old fashioned, but personally I believe fairies should be nude. Well, okay, Touhou Project fairies do really well with big poofy dresses or even american flag pattern spandex, but other than that, keep 'em naked.

Day 25: Tempting All across the Halloween-observing world (i.e. the United States and not much of anywhere else), children are asked to simply not touch a bowl full of candy, sitting out for anywhere from the day leading up to trick-or-treating to all month long. Imagine! Here, we see a child eyeing up a brass bowl full of all sorts of treats. The temptation is palpable.

Day 26: Ego Max Stirner, father of Individualist Egoism, wields an AK, wearing a shirt with torn-off sleeves, with a waifish girl clutching his chest. Need I say more?

Day 27: Snack Another kind of goofy one from a perspective sense and I could have afforded to put more pink on that pig in the front. However, I'm overall happy with the chonky dragon design. Hog after hog has gone down his gullet, and now he looks a little like one himself.

Day 28: Camp I enjoy making recurring characters that exist only for each Inktober. As it turns out the girl(?) from Scrape and the guy from Ponytail and Bluff are either an item or good friends. And hey, look, that cleaver works as an axe to gather and split firewood! I did better with the treeline here than I normally do when I try to draw such a thing. Plenty of room for improvement still. At least this one has a decent amount of color.

Day 29: Uh-Oh Due to the ancient subject matter, I chose to use entirely brown tones to give this one a sepia look. The ancients had cats, and by all accounts I've ever read, their behavior has not changed a bit throughout the entire course of the history of feline domestication. Here, we see a cat which has located a bucket of something, left carelessly on a ledge. Below, a just minding his own business is about to have a bad day. Is this scene Roman? Greek? Something else? I don't know, but it's ancient something somewhere somewhen, or maybe even pure fantasy. No matter the circumstance, no matter the time or place or plane of existence, cats will cause problems on purpose.

Day 30: Gear An amorphous creature with a gear incorporated into its body and other gear around its gaping maw. It is an uneven, asymmetric, shambling beast. One of its hands is even beginning to turn gear-like, with gear teeth on the back side of each digit. I think the best part of this piece is the mouth. Gear piece here were colored with Diamine Ancient Copper ink.

Day 30 31: Farm Oops. This one was rough because I was busy all day and couldn't think of the perfect thing to draw for the entire day up until the evening, when I suddenly chose to embark on a pumpkin field... Or a jack-o-lantern field, rather. They're naturally like that, at least on Halloween. For something I rushed at the end of the day, I honestly don't think it looks half bad, and I'm glad I actually made it full color, even if the coloring is sloppy. Not that any other days were much less sloppy. And yes, I did write 30 there instead of 31. I didn't notice until the next morning. Here, I've put a transparent white square and a yellow numeral "1" on top of it, to correct the day while retaining a legacy of my error

...And that's all. I'll be participating in Inktober again this year, but that's not for a few more months. Stay tuned until then, as I'll be posting newer art as well as more compilations and commentary on my older work, including previous years of Inktober. And, thanks for reading.

[castle-dominion]

5x6 the final frontier

I remember this episode, I am a castle fan from firefly & I loved this episode & the audio commentary & everything about it

We all thought that the guy who got shot was shot with a real thing

derrick storm is a graphic novel, I forgot!

supernovacon? Shiny dsjflksdjfjskh shiny pint sized princess leiea <3

apparently the costume design used some of the old stuff, including stuff from the zombie episodes

14 episodes too many? Oh I was going to watch battlestar galactica that joss whedon show?

JE: Give me Blade Runner - a bleak, dystopian future with sexy replicants. Right? *he & castle bump fists* JE: How about you, Beckett? What do you—?... *stops at her annoyed expression*

RC: Perlmutter, good to see you. SP: Ah, if only the feeling were mutual. a tiny hole? like a bullet hole? SP: No clue

Not all nebula 9 fans will be on that site also ryan pretty af as usual so no need for a pic ig she is so obviously a fan, she could just say "oh plenty of fandoms have websites, I'm sure there is one for neb9"

lol her face when he walks in KR: Oh, I tried to talk to him, but he said he needed a minute to “Muse upon the fragile nature of human life.”

& may fortune guide her journey? really? also that booty tho I love how castle has the chance to meet someone even more egotistical than him

Never meet your heroes

Aww webisodes, that's cute af! I'm a big fan of fanfiction you're allowed to like a show even if it is bad who is this man!? also she went by k-becks? your WHAT NOW? Henry Barnett: You should've seen her as Lieutenant Chloe. Oh, wait. You can! fracking, I heard that mostly in battlestar galactica

RC: Look at my life. (whisper) My dreams come true.

KB: Perlmutter. SP: Detective Beckett. RC: Perlmutter. SP: And non-detective Castle.

that is a hell of a burn SP: Well, as much as it pains me, Mr. Castle is… [marginally or largely] correct.

KB: How is it possible that she's killed by a laser? RC: Easy. Someone shot her with a laser gun. Or maybe she was already dead when she was killed by the laser gun, or she was drugged, I'm sure you would have to sit there for at least a halfminute to burn through that much flesh

KB: Nice one coming from the guy with a life-size Boba Fett in his bathroom. a WHAT

"blasphemous" lmao

KB: posessing a... RC: Laser blaster! KB: ....... laser blaster

this scene with ryan showing the pic on his phone was filmed at 4am bc they screwed up the schedule JE: First of all, ma'am, I must ask you, uh…how are you keeping those leaves on there like that? NEBULA NINE EVE: Why don't you pull on one and find out? JE: *staring at her (eyes)*

Maybe you can't translate well but you can say yes or no... right?

*writes her number on her boob leaf* *esposito looks more uncomfortable than pleased tbh* *she took his pen* (probably glued on)

"obvi" teenager english lol

Castle shut up lol

also I'm still stuck on the fact that they just pulled castle away from his signing

ew weird bug thingy what

Becks u can say "according to my intel" u literally said it launched your career tho?

Nikki heat type pose

Drunk? in the middle of the day? two lieutenant chloes lmao I don't like espt's shirt.

oh my god!!! ALEXIS??? Dressed like what castle? she is not dressed at all apparently the cast was all weirded out bc they kind of movie-raised her since she was a teen you know what good for her she is allowed to do what she wants ig...

Yo cops they paid good money for this!

RC: Then you wouldn't mind relinquishing your weapon. good word gabriel winters is so annoying *shoots it* *it works, & works way too well & tbh they should have been wearing eye protection* mUZZLE CONTROL "Zap" said the lady

As you wish <3 NO SHE IS NOT A FULL GROWN WOMAN, SHE IS A VERY YOUNG WOMAN, plus, you two wanted it in the privacy of your own home!

"what kind of idiot does that" *looks at him* how bad can it be? "burning" desire XP

ryan pretty he so pretty always love his outfits, i love how he has a vest but no tie

KR: This is like the Halloween from hell. JE: Oh, yeah, this is probably too lowbrow for you, huh? You're probably into that boring-ass intellectual kind of sci-fi, like Gattaca ((loved that one)) or 2001. The monolith-- what the hell was that? KR: Don't ask me. No, no, swords and sorcery, that's more my thing, like, uh, Lord of the Rings. ((Ooh ryan is a fantasy guy)) [Esposito looks Ryan over. not gay at all] JE: Yeah, I could probably see you as an elf. Or a hobbit. ((bro you are not much taller!)) KR: HOLD ON THAT WAS THE LONE RANGER Esposito is a fan? he could use the excuse that he did some research for the case ryan doesn't make fun of YOU!

*authorized personnel only door in portal* "that means me!" oH NO ARE THOSE LASERS EVIL?

love donnely. apparently his shirt caused a ton of fighting on set & yet it is capable of great damage? Why did you make it harmful then? You could have made it so it feels warm when you get shot, maybe even hot, but this thing is deadly!

What kind of protection? Probably goggles Hm, license plates Castle, bringing the convo back to needing protection

*cut to castle still being concerned & feeling his face* *beckett talking abt the symbolism* ofc he'd be concerned abt his hair

alexis XD.

S name! esposito seems like he may have a nice outfit but I can't tell

*The elevator opens in front of them with a ding and Castle is there, looking anxious* RC: Hey. Tell me, you guys, do you think my hair is thinning?

*espt looking at his head with a grimace* *castle flinches* he's just playing with him Also why did castle not go wit hthem> isn't he supposed to be shadowin gbeckett?

surprised they are not doing a b plot parallel here

I really want to go to a masquerade ball doing a movie or reboot WITH YOU or what?

sort of? Ah masks

lots of money holy crap idrk if I like ryan's outfit today. It is nice & all but... yk I don't much like those stripes & smth is awkward abt it

yk what valid but her voice is so small

lol castle pretending to be capt max ew, still a crime scene it WAS a stupid show but it was still enjoyable! alexis leaving home! Oh feminism. Good for her.

What was that buzz sound tho?

I like beckett's jacket I also like how max has never NOT worn his outfit

"I need you to resist a little less" "overacting much?"

Ah the mark of cain

They could have just got like,, a handheld uv flishlight

Why didn't he want to show his left hand? was he afraid he had smth else on his hand? phone numbers? bodily fluids?

Except wouldn't he have gotten The Talk about protection "I'm captain max!" He's so proud of that hole in the wall lol there just so happens to be a UV thing there? & then there were detectives behind the door? dang she is insane WOAH HE JUST DID THAT is ther a functional stun setting tho? the two egomaniacs I love it

*tries telekenesis* bribery lol Ooh a nebula nine marathon aw come on as long as it is light hearted youo should totally make fun

*castle trying to close the elevator doors faster*

Fun music, sexy legs, then THAT face & he falls off the bed KB, with a bloody creaver mouth & mask: You want to make out, Castle? Rawr.

So wait if there was a ship is it real?

I was a firefly fan so I mostly only got the firefly references but there were a lot of other scifi members on the crew or smth so they made a bunch of references to their stuff too.

I highly suggest watching the audio commentary. Super fun.

[the-original-skipps]

Happy Halloween 2021 || Mikey x Reader || (Not Bloody) Halloween Headcanons ||

Note: so halloween in japan from my experience is pretty much everyone gets dressed and gathers and kinda walks around mingle shingle lol

You were excited that you get to spend Halloween together with Mikey. Wanting to see him get dressed up. Mikey suggested that he wanted to be his favorite snack, the taiyaki and you agreed.

That was until Emma suggested a better idea for a Halloween costume. For you and Mikey to be little red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Mikey wanting to see you in a cute dress immediately agreed with his sister's idea. Little did he know about what he was getting himself into.

On the faithful day, Emma appears with both your costumes. Only to hand you fake wolf ears and a tail to go along with it. While she shoves a dress and a red cloak towards a confused Mikey.

"Why are you giving the dress to me..?"

"Because it's for you!" Emma enthusiastically speaks while Mikey's face drops.

"Whaー"

"Go get dressed!"

As you wait for Mikey to get dressed, you try on your own costume. You fix the wolf ears to your head and attach the fluffy tail. Wearing the clothes you picked out to go along with it. You looked at yourself in the mirror pleased with the results. Emma ended up taking a few pictures of you because you looked great!

Eventually, Mikey is finished getting dressed and when you saw him, you felt your jaw drop. The dress was a perfect fit for him- the red cloak and white knee socks completing the outfit. (This is legit Mikey's official costume, if you want to see watch chibi rebe haha)

"I'm not wearing this!"

"What, but Mikey you look so beautiful!" You exclaim. As you try to snap pictures of him. Mikey groans when you plead for him to wear it unable to resist your puppy eyes he gives in. Emma is having a field day laughing at her brother.

"Emma, if you show this to Kenchin I swearー!"

Now you were both ready to head out. Mikey had to admit despite his embarrassing costume he thought you both matched well. Taking every chance he gets to touch your fluffy ears and tail.

At first, Mikey trails behind you as he feels people staring. Pulling his hood further to hide his face. However, when he spots a taiyaki stand he literally sprints to it. Luckily he's carrying a basket to fill it in with taiyaki.

As you continue walking, you both get stopped. Various people approaching you both to take pictures together. Mikey without his taiyaki would of straight up refused but he agrees to a few.

Then you realized that some girls get a little close to your boyfriend causing you to pull him closer to you while silently sending glares their way. You knew your boyfriend looked adorable but you weren't sharing.

Mikey also gets pouty when several guys asks you for a picture then tries to ask for your number. He quickly stomps over and stands in front of you, taking your hand in his and walking off. You had to admit the pouty Mikey in a dress is quite a sight to remember.

Mikey makes sure that you're both holding hands the whole time since there were a lot of people and you might get lost. He also makes sure to keep an eye out for creeps who think they can touch you.

A man reaches his hand out as your back is turned but before he could touch you another hand tightly grasps his arm. Mikey's grip on the man is hard as he is visibly wincing in pain.

"Try touching and I'll make sure to break both of your arms."

Despite his cute attire his face is deadly serious as he glares at the assailant.

Tired of all the walking, you both head back to Mikey's place to watch some horror movies. Declining his suggestion at going ghost hunting.

The basket he brought along filled with various candies and taiyaki. He sits close to you, wrapping a blanket around you both.

He feeds you candy throughout the movie. Also asking you multiple times to wear the little red riding hood costume since he still wants to see you in it. You agree if he puts on the fake wolf ears and tail.

Eventually, Mikey ends up passing out from eating too much candy but you don't mind as you fall asleep beside him. It was an eventful yet fun day spent with the person you love.

Bonus

"Oi, Mikey check out this picture Emma sent me!"

"EMMA!"

[atsumdere]

This Halloween event is so sweet (pun intended)— pls feel free to ignore my submission if u get overwhelmed or aren’t feeling up to it!

tr character— ran 😩 candy— warheads (do u know them? they’re sour at first and then once you suck the sour layer off, they’re sweet n tasty)

happy halloween, talented mica! i am so happy to play this game with you and i could never dream of ignoring this stunningly perfect combo of a request with ran. i LOVE it and WARHEADS SOUR CANDY sm, i used to have them all the time !! <3 @asilentshout

RAN HAITANI - halloween costume: alex from a clockwork orange or the penguin from batman

so ran ran ran the man, would be all about rocking these costumes !! like watch OUT because, let's be honest, he'd be sexy as FFFF in them, which i'm ngl is a big part of why i think he'd also pick them- while i see ran as someone who isn't necessarily super into fashion per se, he does know what looks good on him and how to dress himself very well, interested in maintaining a consistently sleek look. not to mention both of these costumes fashion a stick-shaped object as part of their character's weaponry, hello!! baton, yes pls. btw, this is no way implying that ran is a bad guy!! i just genuinely think he likes the look of it. anyway, i would pay big cash money to see him in either of these. and just to throw it in: if he's a in a particularly silly mood, i also see him reaching for a mr. peanut costume, maybe! just a thought i had. he likes them canes.

18+ only, minors dni.

warheads. fun, but deathly sour hard candy, ones that threaten to induce the sting of deeply puckered cheeks, sit in an assorted bowl with a variety of other sweets upon a table at the halloween party both you and ran attend.

flashing and spooky lighting drape over walls with the smell of a fog machine on high as it floods the air. mixed hues of colored party lights dance across the ivory faux-cobwebs decorating every corner of the room when ran has you by the hand, pulling you in, over to the refreshments table. he had only intended to grab a simple drink until spotting those extremely tart candies, knowing it's one of your favorites.

he smirks, the always so clever boy, and moves to pluck one of the warhead candies still in its shiny metallic wrapper from the bowl.

"hey. look...." he grins, wittily.

ran teases your sight by rolling the small piece of circular candy through every one of his first four fingers, just above the knuckles—you know, the way in which a drummer would, twirling their drumstick like a badass between each sweaty finger right before smashing it down to play epic beats to a live song.

"i know why you like these, maybe, baby. just hit me..." he faces you, squarely now, away from the table. you follow suit.

"because, hm, these are kinda like me..." he rips the wrapper down the middle, not taking his curious eyes off yours, "...y'know like, it's maybe a bit rough around the edges at the start—i might sometimes be a little sour, just a teensy bit acidic," he presses in closer to your costumed body, "but once you get to know me, and once you suck me off nicely, i get pretty sweet. don't i, baby?"

between his teeth, quickly, the little unwrapped warhead gets lodged, his pearly-whites bared from how it's situated. ran leans in over your face, and without a word, foxyily sears his eyes into you with a quick upward pop of his brows, indicating you suck it out, kiss him.

you wrap your lips around his, drawing the candy into your mouth for only a moment. sour stinging pleasurably bursts over your tastebuds, but all too soon, it is far too much for your inner cheeks to handle, so your tongue is playfully pushing it back into him. he casts off a little shudder of the shoulders from the nearly unbearable tartness pricking needles into his mouth, but absolutely does not stop swapping spit with you and enmeshing his lips with yours. he wouldn’t dream of it, not when your naturally sweet taste is the perfect antidote in contrast to the sour hits rolling over his senses. if anything, it makes him hug around you tighter, taking it all, just to keep on kissing you.

and because ran, your man, would never pull away from a good fight.

closed! : send me an hq, tokyo rev, aot, or jjk character + a candy and i'll tell you what costume they'd wear & write a small blurb with the candy of choice

[mrs-march-ahs]

Hello There! I've been binge-reading your imagines lately and love all of them! Could I please request a super duper fluffy James March imagine where it's the reader's birthday? It's my birthday today and I'm craving some soft James. Thanks so much!

James Celebrating The Reader’s Birthday

baby first of all happy birthday😭 I truly hope you’re still here, since this is from a little while back. I’m sorry it took me so long, but better late than never I hope! Sincerely enjoy:)

X- your age

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James March was a master at giving presents, because not only was he always willing to buy you all the riches your heart desired, but because he also put a lot of love and thought into every item. Every detail was always perfect, and if every single petal on every single rose wasn’t ideal, he wouldn’t get it. It came to no surprise, that when you woke up this morning, exactly X years since you were born, James has everything prepared. He had planned all the gifts and all the activities months back, to make sure he did everything he could to make your day special. He needed to outdo himself every year, and with this year being your first birthday as his wife, he made sure it was extra special. The celebration began straight away, when you first awoke and went to the bathroom, and was greeted with a perfume sitting by the sink, with a big pink bow on top. You couldn’t help but smile and open it up right away, smelling it and exhaling in awe at the scent. When you lay back in bed, you look over at James’ empty side of the bed, and notice the teddy bear laying in his space. The cream-colored bear is wearing a tiny tuxedo, bringing another immediate smile to your face. When you pick it up and look at it closer, giggling at the resemblance to your husband, you pull it closer to chest and squeeze him. Even more than the soft feel, the smell catches your attention. You don’t even understand how it was possible, but it smelled exactly like James. Not like his strong cologne, or his body wash, but his natural scent. Although he laid in his spot for a few hours, it was impossible for him to catch it that quickly. The idea of your husband hugging the bear or holding it close for it to start smelling like him, makes you grin even wider. The preparation made the gesture even more special.

Your longing stare at the bear is interrupted by a knock at the door. When you allow the visitor to come in, you are greeted with Miss Evers who pushes in a cart with food on top, and a big bouquet of red roses which immediately catch your eye. She smiles at you and wishes you a special day, and shows you the black dry cleaning bad she has. She raises her eyebrows a few times laughing and hangs the outfit up, before giving you the tray with breakfast.

“Mr. March sends you breakfast, it’s crepes from a restaurant that apparently you’ve been to”, she says, picking up the silver dome and revealing the fancy breakfast. Your mouth opens in shock, recognizing the food from a restaurant you went to with James on Halloween one night. With Halloween being the one night a year in which James can leave the hotel, he makes the most of it and began last year with taking you out to breakfast, at a restaurant that is now closed. Miss Evers brings you your red roses, and laughs at your shock at the food.

“Don’t ask me how he got it- I know the restaurant is shut”, she laughs and shrugs, and tugs the cart out of the room, leaving you to eat in peace. After smelling and examining the roses, you turn to your breakfast, and pick up your fork, only to see a note on the tray. You pick it up and open it, seeing James’ calligraphy.

Happy birthday, my sweet angel. Though I will attempt to spoil you with as many gifts as I can bare, it is I who received the most incredible gift, the day you were born. James

Blood rushes to your cheeks and you turn as red as the flowers in front of you. As you happily eat your breakfast, you can’t stop thinking about how lucky you are to be with a man like James who goes out of his way to make you as happy as he physically can.

Just when you thought you couldn’t be happier with him, he proposed to you. He decorated the top of the hotel and you had dinner there together, under the stars. Just as the clock hit midnight and the day became the anniversary of your first date, he began telling you how much he loves you and cherishes you. Once he popped the question, tears filled your eyes and you jumped straight on him, with your arms around his neck and smothering him with kisses. He held you close and couldn’t stop smiling, before asking you for the answer. The second you said yes, and the beautiful engagement ring sparkled on your finger, James took the knife out of his cane and looked at you for permission. He said he couldn’t bare the idea of anything happening to you outside of the hotel and him losing you forever. Though the idea of death filled your heart with terror, the idea of an eternity spent without James scared you much more. Nostalgically thinking back to the day you died by the hands of your lover, you finish your breakfast and walk over to the desk and look at the black bag Miss Evers left there.

You slide your fingers down with the zipper and slowly pull the hanger out of the bag, the shimming silver dress blinding you. The note on the hanger simply writes, 6pm- Room 66. But you can’t possibly wait until dinner to tell your husband how grateful you are for all these gifts, so you rush down to his office.

You knock a few times before entering, and look over at James surrounded by paperwork, rubbing his forehead in focus. Instead of making your presence known, you sneak up on him and jump, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your affection catches him off guard and he pulls you on top of his lap.

“You know it’s my birthday-”

“Really? I had no idea, angel”

You laugh and shake your head before continuing. “Since it’s my birthday, could I ask for something particularly special?”. You look at James and slide your hand on his shoulder, and when he nods once, you inhale before asking for what you truly wanted.

“Could we go upstairs? And cuddle, just for 10 minutes!”

James looks at the piles of paperwork in front of him and then glances at the clock on the wall. You prepare yourself for James to chose work over you, but much to your surprise, when he looks at you, he smiles.

“Since you are the birthday girl, I believe it would be inappropriate- forbidden, almost, to say no”

[marvel-m-lee]

Fun scripted memories I have in my DR bc I can.

Eddie and I having breakfast across the table without speaking and just giving each 9ther a mini wave and smile.

Watching the sunrise or set with Bruce. (This was my first Core memory and I the first thing i do, everything is in the Tickle series 😂)

Thor and Loki taking me to asgard and giving me a dress, it's gorgeous and Thor does my hair and Loki helps when Thors a bit rough <3

When the snap eventually does happen, I go back to the compound and go in my room. Bc I have the stones in my blood I'm technically one of the strongest in other ways so I was able to hold on. But I was also snapped. Before I go thiugh, wade comes in and sees me beginning to fade and we hug with tears in our eyes and I'm just dust.

I actually have tickles scripted, so wade knows I enjoy them and loves taking the piss 💀

Strange knows I'm from another reality but doesn't mention anything-

Vis and I having a deep conversation on the roof about right and wrong.

Wade and I watching yhe stars.

Peter, Wade and I (Eddie pops in and out constantly) have a sleep over in the cinema and take selfies and stuff. It's so much fun omg 😩🤭

Tony and I in a convertible just on the road bc why not?

Bucky and Sam teasing and chasing Peter and I-

The GOTG having a massive dance battle on Just Dance which I get to join in on- omg its so fun!💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃

Scott, Wade, Clint, Eddie, Peter, Sam, Bucky and I playing card games together taking the piss. Steve, Tony and Nat join later.

Adding onto the previous, GAME NIGHTS. Usually ends in tickles for me tho ngl. Or Peter.

I read a fic ages ago about Parker not wanting to get up so Tony Tickles him and theres a watertight. So yh, that.

CHRISTMAS! Gingerbread and cupcakes and SNOW OMG THE SNOW FIGHTS! UGH. I STG I TAKE STEVES SHIELD AND BUCKY PUSHES ME DIWN A HILL ITS SO COOL

Baking with Wanda bc I LOVE baking

Asking Eddie for any writing tips bc I love to write.

Venom usually joins with me if the two are having a major argument or Eddie's taking a shower. Idk, he just likes it? Luckily my body can take him in so- yay... he finds out pretty quickly I enjoy being tickled.

Eddie's also a lee. Random, but I like that fact.

Bucky is so sweet- he'll love talking or joking or hanging out when he's I'm a good mood and if he's in a bad mood then he'll just try to stay away but I'll give him hugs and love <3

Sam is awesome. He's like an uncle brother and omg its just lit. Love him. He's also one of the first ppl I meet

Tony and Bruce letting me work in the lab with them. Peter too.

Crashing a date between Tony and Pepper bc I can. I change the songs with peppa pig tunes and All Star (the shreck song by Big Mouth 🤣)

Steve drawing. I just catch him sometimes.

Steve also likes to tell stories about the war, real old man type shit, while Bucky will tell me thibgs about when they were younger and how Steve got the ahit beaten out of him. I love them 💀

Wade climbing through the window-

Clint teaching me how to shoot a bow and accidentally almost hitting Sam-

Clint in the vents and Tony, Sam, Bucky, Nat and I all kicking it randomly throughout the day jusy incase he's in there 💀

Thor and his pop tarts... I've never tried them before, or not in like 6 years or smth, so he casually stuffs them down my throat

Loki and I reading by the fire <3

Wanda teaching me how she uses her powers while I use mine bc i got no fucking clue .

Ice cream. One is Eddie having ice cream to piss off Venom. Ends badly for E.

Loki and i pulling pranks and getting wrecked afterwards. So worth it in my opinion. Loki was just embarrassed 😂

Loki and Thor singing in asgardian <3

Karaoke night, on this massive stadium. Ugh, love it! Peter and I have a duo, so do Tony and Steve and they sing the Greatest Showman The Other Side or snth bc I forced everyone to and OMG ITS JUST SO COOL.

Halloween parties. So much chaos. And I lob candy at ppl

Easter, look at my easter fic, basically along them lines.

Nat and I doing make up

Nat training me to do that neck thing but I just keep making sex jokes 💀✌ she shuts me up...

Loki and Thor dancing around the fire as they sing in asgardian and the team all clap as Peter and i join in <3

Tbh I'm really enjoying writing these so imma just add randomly bc they are really gd for feeling connected <3333

[fairydxll]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | uh fighting? Lmk if anything.

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𝐚/𝐧 ~ sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. But I'm back now!

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After a couple of days, Rory kinda got used to her new "home." Since Tony didn't know how long it would be before they went back to California, and with Pepper gone, they decided it was best if Rory just took a break from school.

Rory did eventually grow to like her new room. She was not allowed to leave the current floor, so she basically just spent all of her time there. Tony was gone all day and didn't get home until very late at night, meaning Rory had to have food delivered. She didn't mind, though. She figured that if they end up staying, she'll be able to tell Tony what all the good restaurants are.

Tony never told her anything about why they were here with the exception of, "Daddy has business."

So in order to pass the time, Rory would read or watch movies. She even took up drawing which turned out to be something she isn't too bad at.

This morning, Tony was already gone by the time Rory got up, so she got dressed and migrated to the living area. She sat on one of the couches near the large window and began sketching the tall buildings surrounding her.

As she finished the shading on one of the skyscrapers, she peered back up to see a tall man with long, black hair dressed in what looked like a Halloween costume standing on the terrace. Rory put down her sketchbook and looked closer. He was very tall and had large, golden horns that decorated the top of his head. She had no clue as to why this man was standing outside of her window on her father's building.

Rory looked to her right and noticed her father, in the Iron Man suit, land on the landing pad. The man just stood there, watching as machines swiftly removed the armor from Tony's body.

The strange man made his way into the room from the balcony. The room she was in. Rory didn't know what to do. She was frozen, scared. Instead of running away as any sane person would, Rory remained in her chair.

The large man entered the room. He studied his surroundings, his eyes eventually landing on Rory. "Who might you be?" He asked with disdain.

Rory could do nothing but blink at him, too afraid to speak. He opened his mouth to say more, only to be interrupted by the presence of Tony. "Rory, come here," Tony said blankly.

Rory immediately dropped her things and ran to her father's side. Tony wrapped his arm around her protectively, hoping to shield her with his body.

The man watched this all happen before finally speaking, "Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." He spoke as if she weren't there.

"Actually I'm planning to threaten you," Tony responded. Rory couldn't sense any different emotions other than his natural sarcastic tone.

"You should have left your armor on for that," the man bantered, walking closer to Tony and Rory.

"Yeah," Tony pushed Rory behind the bar. "It's seen a bit of mileage, and you've got the glow stick of destiny." Rory crouched down below the bar and pulled her knees into her chest. She couldn't help but let tears stain her cheeks, afraid of what was happening. "Would you like a drink?" Tony asked the man as he walked behind the bar, actively trying to ignore you in hopes you wouldn't become a target.

Rory heard the other man laugh. "Stalling me won't change anything," he said. If Rory knew what it meant, she would describe their conversation as passive-aggressive.

"No, no. threatening." Tony began making himself a drink. "No drink? You sure? I'm having one.

"The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that." His words sounded like gibberish to Rory. "What have I to fear?"

Rory watched her father casually make a drink as if nothing was wrong. "The Avengers. That's what we call ourselves. We're sort of like a team." Rory had no idea what he was going on about. ""Earth's mightiest heroes"-type thing."

"Yes, I've met them."

"Yea," Tony's smile helped calm Rory down. He had to have the situation under control, right? "It takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But let's do a headcount, here. Your brother, the demi-god," demi-god? "A super-soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend." He secretly slipped a metal-looking band on each wrist.

"A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella," none of his words were making any sense. "You've managed to piss off every single one of them."

"That was the plan."

"Not a great plan," Tony walked past you and out from the bar. "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you."

"I have an army."

"We have a hulk."

Rory finally gathered enough courage and stood up carefully. She peeked her head over the bar to watch the men while also trying to stay out of the way. Tony was approaching the man as they spoke; the man keeping his ground.

"I thought the beast had wandered off," the man said.

"You're missing the point. There's no throne," Tony's voice rose slightly. "There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it."

Tony took a sip of his drink while the man took a few steps closer, a scowl spreading across his features. "How will your friends have time for me when they're so busy fighting you?"

For the first time since this scene began, Tony looked scared. The man brought his scepter-looking thing up and tapped it against Tony's chest with a clang noise. The man's face dropped for a second before he tried a second time, and then a third. "This usually works."

Tony didn't look scared anymore. "Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five--" his sentence was cut short when the man forcefully grabbed Tony's throat and threw him onto the floor. Rory squealed and then immediately covered her mouth.

The man turned his head in Rory's direction with a puzzled look. He turned away from her as soon as Tony stood up and went for his neck again. "You will all fall before me," he said.

"Deploy!" Tony called before the man threw him out the window, shattering the glass. Rory screamed with all her might. Did she just watch her Dad be murdered? What was he going to do to her?

Rory hid behind the bar once more, watching and listening closely to her surroundings. A loud sound rippled through the room causing Rory to throw her hands over her ears to block out the noise. She peeked over the bar and saw nothing but more shards of glass and broken furniture.

The man stared Rory down. "Who are you?"

Rory gulped, "who are you?"

He chuckled. "I am Loki, of Asgard. I'm surprised you have not yet heard of me." His tone was a lot softer with her than it was with her father. "What is your name, little one?"

"Rory," she nervously answered his question. "My name is Rory."

"Let me guess; Stark's child?" She didn't say anything. Rory simply nodded. "Ah I see," he gave you an almost heartwarming smile. "Come here, Rory."

Fearing she had no other choice, Rory walked over to Loki and he crouched down to meet her gaze. He smiled at her. Rory watched her father fly up behind him. She was more than thrilled to see her father alive and more tears fell from her eyes.

"And one more thing," Loki's face dropped and he spun around to face Tony. "Get away from my daughter!" Tony shot at Loki, sending him flying backward. Rory jumped out of the way, too stunned to do anything else. With Loki knocked out, Tony looked towards his daughter, "Rory go hide, now!" He flew away into the sky, and Rory wasted no time in running to her bedroom.

She slammed the door shut and locked it. She looked around her room for anything that she could put in front of the door to make it harder to reach her. Rory tried to move the couch, but it was no use. It was too heavy for a ten-year-old to manage. She tugged on her roots as she spotted her desk chair. Once it was securely tucked under the knob, Rory ran over to her window to watch what was unfolding.

Rory couldn't help herself as she began to sob. She was afraid and she was alone. There was nothing she could do to help. Tons of thousands of aliens flooded the skies and streets of New York as Rory sat up in her bedroom, watching. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she pressed her face and hands into the large window.

More loud noises were flowing from the living area into Rory's bedroom and Rory could do nothing to stop them. She hoped that the man who called himself Loki was gone and that her Dad was alright.

At this moment, Rory really felt like a child. She felt small and helpless. Lonely and afraid. There was nothing else she could do except watch. She had no clue as to what she was watching either, which was not making her feel any better.

At long last, the aliens seemed to dissipate and things seemed to calm down. It looked to Rory like the fight was over. But who won?

Rory was drawn away from her thoughts by the sound of her father's voice calling her name. She nearly sprinted out. She ran up to Tony and engulfed him in the tightest bear hug she could manage. He was still in his suit and covered in dirt, but neither seemed to mind.

"I was afraid," Rory murmured into his neck.

"I know, bubs." They pulled away from the hug and Rory got the chance to really see the other people in the room.

There was a giant-sized man with green skin, a man with a shield, a man with a bow and arrow, a man with a red cape and long hair, and what looked like Natalie, only with shorter hair. They looked odd. As if they were straight out of a movie. She noticed Loki in handcuffs. He looked angry and sad at the same time. Rory didn't really know what he did, but she knew he lost and her dad won.

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Tony held a silver case in one hand and Rory's in the other as he walked alongside the other Avengers waiting to send Loki away. Tony had made it very clear that from now on, Rory would not be leaving his side.

Rory let go of her Dad's hand to let him deal with the case. Thor, as he had told Rory to call him, led Loki a few feet away from everyone else. He waited for Loki to grab hold of the glass container for the Tesseract. Before she knew it, the pair had disappeared in a storm of blue.

Once everything else was settled, Tony reached for Rory's hand again and walked her over to the rest of the Avengers. "Rory there's some people I'd like you to meet," he motioned to the team. "That's Capsicle, Legolas, Jolly Green, and the Triple Imposter. This is Rory." The others shook their heads at Tony's nicknames.

"Steve," the tall, blonde man smiled and Rory shook his hand.

"Bruce," the shorter man with grey hair politely smiled and waved.

"Yea," Nat showed you a friendly smile to which you returned. "Nice to finally meet you, officially."

"And I'm Clint," the last man with spiky hair and sunglasses introduced himself.

"Hi," you said, shyly and waved at them all.

"Bubs, you go wait in the car I'll be there in a sec," said Tony.

"Okay. It was nice meeting you all!" You said as you walked to the car.

"You ready to go, kiddo?" Tony asked as he got in the car and fastened his seatbelt.

"Are we going home? Like, back to Malibu?" you asked as he started the car and pulled out.

"Yea," he smiled. "I think we deserve a break."

"What about the tower?"

"We're working on it. It'll be fixed in no time."

"Good," you sighed

"Good?"

"I don't mind it anymore. I don't think it would be so bad if we moved here."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Really."

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