#LIKE I WAS DRAWING FOR AN HOUR OR MORE AND FORGOT TO SAVE

[des-fangirl]

lost kids, sleeping <3 do not interrupt

i wanted to draw little holly sleeping in the woods but i was like 'heey they look like they're sleeping ON something...' AND UM. I GOT. CARRIED AWAY??

for now my idea is that holly got lost in the gardens and met a Shadow that were lost too. HONESTLY IDK WHAT THEY WERE DOING NEXT UUUUHH. TRAVELLING?? AHBEBE it's hard to make a story with Holly since they were,, busy because of the 'saving the kingdom' thing.. I don't think they'll even be able to get lost, especially in Queen's Gardens😭😭

but umm i like the colors i like the vibe and maybe I'll just draw more sketches with them just walking around getting into situations and becoming besties. WHY NOT

[hotdogmchiggin]

Hey anyone wanna see some of my old splatoon miiverse art.

Most of these were drawn for splatfests so they make more sense in that context lol. Like the venusaur was for the pokemon Red vs Blue splatfest.

[hyewka]

hii !! this is my first question thing .. can u maybe do a perv!yeonjun?

warnings: perv bestfriend!yeonjun, jealousy, corruption kink, stealing clothes, sniffing underwear/yeonjun has a thing for scent in general, obsessive behavior, switch!yeonjun, not proofread

"you save yourself?" he breathes, blinking rapidly like he was trying to piece this sacred information together.

"yeah, i mean, i just sort of ...grew up with the expectation." you say shrugging. it wasn't a big deal, you've always just went through it, not having the desire to be sexually active during your teenage years anyway.

yeonjun stares at you mind boggled, lips slightly parted before he just lets out a light scoff, brows slowly knitting together.

you shift awkwardly at his reaction- you're not sure what you expected but it wasn't whatever ...that was. yeonjun was the most open minded person you've met and know. exact reason why it's a breeze for you to confide in him about anything and everything.

you've never told him about your stupid virginity pact assuming he'd never live the information down-- a sophomore at college was a virgin? it didn't help that yeonjun's reputation included a lot of...well, the opposite of a virgin.

but the more you got to know him, the more you let the worry go-- he never seemed the type. until now, the regret slowly creeping up of ever mentioning it.

yeonjun suddenly takes a swig of his drink, still dazed.

"i mean i get it, it's not very feminist of me is it?" you try lightening up the mood, laughing at your own joke.

yeonjun's not on the same thought train. whatsoever. your earlier statement about finally 'trying it out' sticking out sorely in his head now knowing you were a virgin. "and...and you're going to give it up to fucking wooyoung?" he spits out with a mocking sneer.

okay, now you're confused. you turn your body on the couch to yeonjun, who had his forearms laid on his knees, posture bent with a strong grip on his red cup eyes focused on the crowd dancing to the blasting music. "what's wrong with wooyoung? i mean he's my boyfriend. and you guys are friends...did he do something wrong?"

yeonjun's venomous smile withers, practically evaporates as he throws an arm around your shoulder- if you hadn't spent hours doing your hair, he would've normally ruffled it, but his hands avoid it, his trademark teasing smirk that you could probably draw from memory showing up, "nothing, nothing's wrong. i was just messing with you. i got you, didn't i?"

you blink dumbfounded, but before you could question the sudden transition he had already switched topics and you reluctantly let it go.

yeonjun who goes home that night, far from his original plan to get trashed, opening his closet in desperate search of the cardigan you forgot on his couch a few days ago. when he spots it, he gulps, grabbing it and looking down at the baby blue in his hand for a second.

when he originally recognized it as yours, thoughts of calling you to pick it up weren't lasting. see, yeonjun has recently been hit by a sudden infatuation with you the past year, even after you started going out seriously with wooyoung. he wasn't too concerned, afterall, it was natural-- you were attractive, of course in the way of your friendship he'd eventually feel something more. it happened with more than half of his female friends, it always proved to be fleeting.

but the longer he caught his eyes trailing down your ass, subconsciously licking his lips, before snapping out of it and stuffing his perverted hands in his pockets to stop himself from losing control, the harder he felt he had to have you. it was so bad that his occasional flings mortifyingly started sounding a lot more like you...and looked a carbon copy.

so what if had a sickenly desire of touching, ruining every inch of your body? what could he do with your silly cardigan anyway?

yeonjun who finds it almost bothersome as he approaches his bed, grip tight on the fabric, wrinkling it in his hand. the fabric that's responsible to the haven that was your scent, stenched with you, everything you. you've always worn it out, to the point he thought it was your only jacket (to which he tried suggesting to gift you a new one), but you told him it was because the fabric was breathable, comfortable compared to most things in your closet.

he guessed it was your favorite.

so what would you think of him now? staining your favorite piece of clothing, hand shaking as he immediately shoves his nose in the line of the cardigan, his control breaking as he takes a deep exhale in, flickering his eyes shut, his lungs filled with you. the power of smell, it felt like you were right next to him when he had his eyes closed, taking another whiff before frantically trying to smell every inch of the fabric. his head light with ecstasy, his hand drive themselves over his bulge, feeling his hard on through his loose sweats, before his pace picks up, palming his dick, his breathing heavy and unrhythmic -- the mere scent of you making him go mad.

perv!yeonjun who gets dangerously fast to his climax, his hand faltering as he takes another whiff, groans easily slipping out of his mouth with the way they shamefully hung open-- so addicted he thinks he might go insane, his drool trickling down under his chin, some wiped on your cardigan because he was a dog with a bone. a crazed animal he realizes when he finally shudders, soiling his boxers, watching a large wet path spreading rapidly with growth on the area of his crotch.

who knew he could fucking get off of a cardigan? that's when the panic settled in as his hand shake in realization of what the fuck he just did.

he ruined his pants...because of your cardigan.

perv!yeonjun who feels like such a freak when he bumps into you at campus, yet continues to use your cardigan to his free will, hips canting against his bed with his head buried in the fabric, "f-fuck, y/n, you do this to me..." his babbles are so shameful to the way he carries himself, strong, masculine--anything but weak to a scent of a mere girl.

but it was you. the girl he felt he could spend eternity laying his head on, eternity hearing just a laugh, a snappy retort, a stupid dumb joke-- anything, he could do anything for you, with you, anything and he would find no use with anyone else.

he tries to get rid of his concerningly growing infatuation, deciding that he was acting out because of his lack of pussy-- going to every frat party on thursday, taking a pretty girl to a secluded enough space, have a pretty good fuck, feeling pretty fucking good on his way home-- until he's on his toilet again, left hand jerking off his swollen cock, his tip leaking precum, gawking down at your new post, biting his lips so painful at the shot of your ass in skinny jeans. "fuck!" he yells, strings of his cum spurting all over his screen, so frustrated with the hold you had on him, especially when you spared him zero romantic attention.

you had your heart reserved for someone else, and it was never not shoved in his face. it was the main drive for him-- when he spots wooyoungs hand sneakily going dangerously under your waist, his lips too close to your ears, body pressed against your ass a little too much for his comfort-- the occasional eye rolls were impossible to control in the first place, but these days, rage got to the best of him.

as far as he knew, based on your rambles lately, you haven't slept with wooyoung yet. you were still a virgin. and the scent of you was wearing off the cardigan, not able to get himself off properly.

he couldn't return it, the fabric was ruined with stains of his cum not washed off even after the third circle in the washing machine-- he impulsively opted to buy an identical, praying to god you wouldn't notice the difference.

perv!yeonjun who has a habit of lingering in an embrace with you, nose buried in your hair, discreetly trying to inhale your smell, before you awkwardly try to pull out of his suffocating grasp. "yeonjun, you're acting like you haven't seen me in years." you say, finally breaking the embrace with yeonjun's hands defeatedly falling to his side, staring at you with such intensity you don't notice.

its so so full of pity, his eyes, hidden with all the perverted things he would do to you- hes' thought of doing to you. his mind was rotten, if you let him, he'd take you right then and now. slamming his hips into his best friend's tight pussy, breaking your hymen, mixture of his seed and proof of your virginity taken-- a sight to be imprinted in his memory foreer.

hes dreamt of it even more vividly, being the one to take your virginity, in his fantasies- the one you've reserved for him. it's why you haven't fucked wooyoung yet, right? you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

yeonjun who has built a pile, a haven of all the guilty stolen treasures. clumsy with the elastic bands of his boxers, quick as he flings out his dick from the restriction of his pants, his hand slow on his shaft, dragging up and down with the stickiness of his precum, burying his nose into h like the fabric would evaporate into thin air at any time, like this was his last shot at getting something remotely reminiscent of you, deep groans of your name that sometimes get out of his control, turning to loud moans, the family next door unappreciative.

perv!yeonjun who's addicted to taking your things, stuffing it in either his pockets or bag, ruining it back at home the same day with his filthy thick load, your suspicions rising only making it more thrilling with each trashed item.

yeonjun who loses his last bits of restraints when you're jokingly pushed directly on his lap, floors of the living room being occupied by most of your friends invited for the group watch, the couches all full, chairs all used, of course they thought it'd be funny if you sat on yeonjun. you didn't mind it all too much, finding no issue with sitting on your best friend-- you've done it a few times before, skinship was normal between the both of you. but you still wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

you lean your head back to whisper in his ear, noticing the way his pronounced adam apple bopped up and down, which was odd-- yeonjun being nervous? but you ignore it, "i can stand if you're not comfortable."

his eyes tear from the premier that has the entire living room roaring with excitement, "n-no, it's okay, you're alright. i'm alright."

"...you sure? you don't look like you're alright."

"i'm seriously good y/n, let's focus on the show, we've been waiting for a whole year."

hesitantly you nod, it's true, the cliff hanger last season was a bite in the ass, so you ignore your gut, tuning in with the rest of your friends.

yeonjun who can't help the soft whimpers escaping his lips the more you jump at a scene then fall back down, his boner growing harder and harder, trying to go to the bathroom, but you're too focused on the show he's stuck under you as you adjust your position every few minutes, your ass with no knowledge, getting him off. his breathing gets heavier, nose flaring, so thankful the lights were off and it was night, too crowded for anybody to catch onto the way he was bucking his hip up into you, making the friction enough to get his head dizzy, arms snaking around your waist, tightening the closer he gets, the way you're so clueless spurring him on-- his face dipping into the crook of your neck, sweat dripping down his forehead, taking a deep breath before muffles his moan with a bite down his lip, whimpers as he finally releases.

he throws his head back on the couch, trying to calmly catch his breath, a grin spreading across his face letting his mind drift to how heavenly itd feel being inside you if grinding against you felt this good.

you turn your head back, voice hoarse and quiet, "...yeonjun?"

"yeah?"

your eyes trail down, and it takes the perv a few seconds to realize before his forehead crease flatten.

oh shit.

yeonjun just stained your leggings.

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[viccharine]

dance dance! we’re falling apart to halftime!

(reblogs greatly appreciated!!!!)

EDIT: this is now available as a print in my ko-fi shop! link here [x]

alternate versions and commentary under the cut!

about the piece: this is my first time ever attempting to draw a back—and LET ME TELL YOU. I STRUGGLED. took me a solid 2 hours to figure it out—even then I had to go physically put down the iPad and go on a walk three separate times because I was so frustrated. the things I do to make fob fanart. if you’re confused by the pose, I originally meant for the figure to be laying down, but now it’s more intended to be as though the figure is leaning on something (most likely the headboard of a bed????)—although, the pose was kind of an afterthought as I really just needed to make a lot of space to add in the text (which, as always, is hand lettered except for the “dance dance, fall out boy”)

about the song: dance dance is one of my favorite fall out boy songs, if not my favorite fob song, but I think it’s important to acknowledge the slightly misogynistic undertones of the song. im not saying that the song is misogynistic, nor that fall out boy is misogynistic, but rather that the song was released in 2005 and as a society, we’ve grown in terms of how we speak about women in pop culture. a lot of media, specifically songs from the 2000s (ESPECIALLY emo songs, im looking at you “I write sins”) had this kind of borderline misogynistic tone that is not in any way okay (Im not trying to justify it!!) but was unfortunately normalized.

as an afab person, I love this song, I love this LINE specifically (“why don’t you show me the little bit of spine you’ve been saving for his mattress, love?” goes SO HARD for me), and I think my immense enjoyment of the song doesn’t prevent me from talking about how it fits into misogynistic culture (esp of the 2000s) and it does not mean i accept it

(but also, I don’t really listen to the lyrics of the song anyway—everyone say thank you to Patrick Stump’s enunciation)

anyway that’s it k byeeeeeee (and go stream fall out boy!)

p.s. I forgot to add my watermark so for the sake of me not wanting to go back and edit it in pls don’t repost with credit please and thank yew ?????

[moonstruckmoony]

LATE MERMAY POST - Because last month my job was very hectic and this weekend happens to be June already 😔

I wrote a quick small drabble below that goes with this drawing, enjoy

SharkMerman!Sebastian x IceBettaMermaid!Winter (MC) ❄️🩵🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♀️

Sebastian is a magical shark merman that loves exploring new places and has a voracious appetite for adventure. While exploring the Greenland Sea, he encountered and fell in love with Winter, a rare mythical species of Betta mermaid that could live in icy seawater. He discovered after talking with her that there are currently only three of these Betta merfolks in the entire Arctic ocean, including her.

He could only see her a couple of times a week because his body could not withstand the icy temperature and his self-warming spell could only last for a day. During the remainder of the time, he would have to return to his home in the Northern Atlantic Ocean.

When she first met Sebastian, Winter was enthralled with his vast knowledge and intellect, as well as his witty and charming attitude. He has a kind and loving heart, despite the fact that he could be rather crafty at times and his stubborn disposition occasionally left her shaking her head.

Sebastian adores her quirky personality and caring nature, and he became even more enamored with her when he discovered that she possesses both intelligence and curiosity that rivals his. And Merlin’s bloody tail, while he finds her beauty captivating, her desire for knowledge is as powerful and forceful as the Gulf Stream, and he’s a goner for her. When he comes to visit her place, they always spend time together, whether it's going on long swims exploring places or simply chatting for hours.

Driven by a desire to see each other frequently, he trained his body to become more tolerant of the cold while she increased her tolerance to warmer waters. He would teach her spells to keep her body chilly while he practiced his self-warming charms to last even longer than before.

Even though their training allowed them to spend days or even weeks together, their enchantment doesn't endure long enough for their liking.

Nevertheless, they are resolute to search for a way to remain together, indefinitely, without the use of their magic.

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I actually have more lore on this drabble involving Ominis and other characters but I'll leave it like this for now, indefinitely

EDIT: OH GOSH I TOTALLY FORGOT but I meant to give some credits! I eyeballed some poses and backgrounds from other artworks: https://pin.it/10Gw0AWKx by floorsdelluna and this painting I found in pinterest https://pin.it/5hjMe2Lga

[mangogobibiboo]

Adlers Lost and Found

Warnings: children, lost children, screaming, kinda angst, not really, very fluff. Let me know if there are more!

ADLERS x FEM!reader

MSBY ver.

Leave a comment or a reblog. They are always very appreciated 💕

Ushijima:

Ayumu: Age 6

Hiro: Age 5

Fate must hate Ushijima because though his boys were a blessing to him, they both had personalities that were polar opposite from his.

When he was little, he often drew in his little coloring book and maybe played outside with his dad. 

But his sons seem to have more fun throwing the crayons at each other or using them to draw on each other or the wall.

It was the coach's 90th birthday, and he and his wife had invited over some of the old Shiratorizawa players to celebrate

Ushijima had just returned from Poland, and this would have been a great opportunity to see everyone again.

Ayumu and Hiro were so excited to go. They were city boys. They lived their whole lives in Tokyo, aside from the winter trips to Miyagi and the summer trip to California; they never really got out of the confines of their high-rise penthouse much. 

This was going to be an adventure for them. When the boys visit their grandmother, they usually have to stay in the house or play in the courtyard because it's so cold, but they still love visiting. 

And their grandpa lives in the city, so while it's also really fun, it feels like Tokyo.

You guys had arrived at the coach's house, and for the most part, things were going very well. The boys were calm, and Ushijima was having a great time with his old teammates.

Near dinner time, you decided to go in and help Tendou with dinner in the kitchen. Ushi only got distracted for a bit, but that was long enough because when Ushi turned his attention back to check on the boys playing. They were gone.

To be completely honest, Ushijima was not freaking out because, like a rational human, he knew they could have gone far, and if he just went into the woods a little bit, he would probably find them.

It didn't cross his mind that he should tell you the boys were gone, so he went in to find them without telling anyone.

The sun was lowering in the sky, but he finally stumbled onto them a few meters into the wood. They were covered in mud, and Ayumu was pushing his brother into the pond, yelling, "Walk the plank!!"

Ushi stood there and watched them playing pretend because, honestly, sometimes, their chaos was cute. 

But then, just as Hiro was about to jump into the water, he remembered that Hiro can't swim.

Without much thought, he dove into the pond to save his little boy.

They trudged back to the house, muddy and soaking wet. Ayumu was on his back while Hiro was in his arms.

By the time they returned, everyone was standing outside worrying because the sun had set at least an hour ago, and they hadn't come in for dinner.

You wanted to be mad when you heard what happened, but they looked so funny you forgot your anger.

Kageyama:

Ren: Age 3

Ren was so much like his father. It was scary. Little Ren was not only a carbon copy of his father with the same raven hair and blueberry eyes, but he had his personality to boot.

It pissed you off a little. I mean, you held that little boy inside of you for nine months. Would it have killed him to be a little like you?

He could go an entire day just playing in his playpen, only going to find you or his dad when he was sleepy or hungry.

That day was the first day Kageyama would take care of Ren alone since returning from Italy.

It was a blessing to Kageyama that Ren was such a low-maintenance kid because all he had to do was feed him, keep him clean, and keep him alive.

It was just past two, and the boys had just finished lunch—a bowl of Udon for Kageyama and some pieces of Tonkatsu Ren. And with their stomachs full, sleep started to set in.

The boys curled up on the sofa. Ren rested his head on his dad's chest and snuggled into it, ready to nap. 

Kageyama pulled a blanket on them and gave in to sleep himself. 

He had only planned on sleeping for 30 minutes tops. But by the time he woke, the sunlight that filtered into the room was replaced with moonlight. 

The clock above the TV read 7:00 pm. It was dinner time now, and Ren was gone.

Wait...Ren was...GONE.

This man shot up from the couch so fast. He actually tripped over the blanket, but he couldn't care less. He was frantically running through the house, calling Ren's name.

Nothing in the house looked out of place, so his mind went to the worst possible scenario: he either ran away or was kidnapped.

Was there a reason a three-year-old would run away from the father he cried for an entire year to see? No. Was there a way that anyone could get past the top-tier security system in the house to take his son without triggering the loud ass alarm and alerting every police officer in Tokyo? No. But was Kageyama thinking rationally? Also no.

Unlike the others, Kageyama just straight-up called you in his panic and told you what happened.

So you calmed him down, assuring him that Ren was still in the house, and told him to check the playpen. Ren had a favorite nap spot in the corner of the pen where it stashed a bunch of pillows and blankets and his volleyball plushy.

Thank god because when Kageyama finally saw his little boy cuddle up in those blankets in the corner, he felt his heart relax.

Hoshiumi:

Misa: Age 9

If I'm honest, he is the one that got lost, but he will never admit that. 

And even before this, Hoshiumi had lost Misa plenty of times, but he would never admit that either.

Misa already knew the drill: if she "got lost." Just wait until your father realizes you're gone and for him to return and "find" you.

Misa was definitely less impulsive than her father, but nonetheless, she was an absolute daddy girl. Whenever Hoshiumi had time off, she was stuck to him like glue. 

This led to him planning many father-daughter days while you were off at work.

That day, he decided they would go to the arcade; it had been years since he went, and Misa was finally old enough to enjoy it.

At first, they started on the kitty games like wack a mole, fishing, etc. Those were good warm-ups, but just like her father, Misa was ambitious and wouldn't let her age get in the way of having fun on the more challenging games.

But before that, they had to eat lunch. After all, you can't dominate the virtual world on an empty stomach.

The first game those two set their eyes on afterward was a shooting game called "Last Man Standing."

It was basically laser tag, and the winner would get their choice of anything in the prize booth and 50% off all purchasable items.

The game started with them playing together and having fun, but as Hoshi got into the game, he began leaving Misa behind to reach the target.

He did end up winning, but he completely lost sight of where his daughter was in the process.

He basically begged the arcade workers to shut down the place to find his little girl.

It didn't take long because as soon as they shut down the game and turned the lights on in the room. Misa was sitting in the corner, playing with her fingers.

He bought her anything and everything she wanted from the prize booth to compensate for what happened.

He usually did this every time she "got lost." Like when he lost her in the supermarket, they came home with 12 chocolate bars and a bunch of sugary cereal but none of the vegetables you had sent them out for.

When you got home, Misa was curled up in her bed surrounded by stuffed animals and unopened chocolate.

"You lost her again, didn't you?"

"No.........."

"Uh-hmm"

"It's true!"

[stinkyme]

Hello! Since I can't read properly, I wrote this for Chiyo (@sachiyoh ) and she wrote it for me :D! I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

This is her version, please check it out :) -> here :3

(I will also reblog it, but I figured to link it as well :D)

It's shorter work than usual, but I hope you don't mind :)

CW/TW: NSFW (mdni), fem!reader, face sitting/riding, oral!fem receiving, pet name (doll), reader does Nikolai's make up only to ruin it <3, if I forgot anything, please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :) 

Ruin it for me? || Nikolai Gogol x Reader

"You can't move so much! Part your lips a bit more." you sigh, getting slightly irritated with Nikolai moving around to look at himself in the mirror.

You were trying to do his makeup for what feels like an hour now, but he was as energetic as always. You wanted to do matching makeup, he would go as a jester, quite fitting if you might notice. You finished your own makeup, going as a sad, but sort of spooky doll. 

You gently tap red lipstick on Nikolai's lips and he lets out a soft giggle, making you mess up.

"Fuck, Nikolai." you curse, trying to rub away the extra lipstick that was underneath his lip line.

"Sorry doll! It tickles, I can't help it." he giggles a bit more, pulling his face away from your thumb. You are able to steal a few more taps. After, once he calms down again, you make two, a bit longer stripes from the corners of his lips to the middle of his cheek. 

You sigh, taking the eyeliner to make small triangles and tears beneath his eyes, trying to keep your hand as still as possible. You cup his jaw, keeping him in place as your gaze deeply focuses on the drawings you were making. You finish the first tear, gently blowing on the area to dry it quicker. You add a couple more, they are small, but truly adding to the whole look.

"You look so cute when you are all focused like that." he whispers, earning a small smile from you.

"Nice save, I was on the verge of strangling you. Look up." you chuckle as he does as told. You begin drawing a very small reverted triangle on his bottom eyelid, filling it in once you finish the shape. You repeat the process on the other one, again blowing gently on the area to dry it before he looks down and ruins your work.

With the same eyeliner, you add a bit more detail to his eyebrows. Drawing two small lines to make his eyebrows look like they are arching upwards. He looks cute, but desperate. Your favorite look of his, quite frankly.

You take the red lipstick again, making a small circle on one of his cheeks. This part should be easy, you think. However, as you start making the second circle on his other cheek, he suddenly moves his head, making a long red stripe that almost reaches his ear. You feel your irritation growing as he giggles more.

"Sorry, sorry! I wanted to see what it looks like." he lifts his hands as a form of pleading innocence, just to annoy you more.

"I can't fix that one! You have a white underpainting, we would have to go all over again. Not to mention, we should leave in...15 minutes!" you let out a soft groan, rolling your eyes as Nikolai sits calmly, a small smile on his face.

He leans closer, placing soft kisses on your neck, slowly trailing behind your ear. Your eyebrows twitch, finally noticing he was probably annoying you on purpose. He lets his tongue slide underneath your ear and lower to the base of your neck before he moves to the other side, licking upwards. He reaches the area behind your ear and gives a finishing kitten-like lick with the tip of his tongue before he starts kissing the wet areas.

"Why don't you...ruin it for me?" he whispers between the kisses, making your head lean into his as your eyes close, a soft warmth spreading inside your tummy.

Surely, his proposal was beyond intriguing, even though you feel kind of disappointed to ruin all the hard work you put into it. It is what it is, though. Nikolai slowly pulls away after placing one final kiss on your neck and positions himself on the bed. He lays down, there is a mischievous, but needy glint in his gaze. You raise your eyebrow at him, giving him a small smile.

"We have 15 minutes." you whisper as you take your panties off, quickly sliding them down your legs.

"That's up to you, doll." he gives you a teasing smile as you adjust yourself above him, giving one last look at your little "masterpiece" framed between your legs. He parts his lips, letting his tongue meet your pussy as you lower yourself. You let out a soft moan as his warm tongue presses onto your cunt, his hands wrapping around your thighs. You place your hands on the headboard, gripping it tightly enough to keep your balance as you start rolling your hips. 

A few breathy moans escape you, eyelids fluttering as Nikolai keeps his gaze on you, intense and needy. You roll your hips in a deeper motion, sliding the full length of your pussy over his tongue, letting out more moans as his grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you close. He lets his tongue move in a quick and short zig-zag motion, following the pace of your hips and squeezing more moans out of your throat. You gasp as you begin focusing your movement to stimulate your clit the most, a few shaky jolts spreading through your thighs. You feel more precum sliding down your cunt, making your body tingle. Your pussy tightens around nothing as Nikolai's tongue keeps on matching your movement. He lets out a soft whimper before he squeezes your thighs tightly, pulling you more onto his face as his lips wrap around your clit. He starts sucking on your sweet bud, making your back arch a little bit as your hand falls in his hair, gripping it tightly. 

You let out a sharp moan as the tip of his tongue keeps on sliding over your sweetest spots, taking control for a little while.  Through a half-lidded gaze, you notice his makeup leaving a white and red trace all over your thighs, but that's what he wanted. Your body grows weaker with each circle and suck he makes on your clit, tummy filling with warmth as your legs grow shakier than before. You grip his bangs, forcing him to let go of your clit. He moves his head back, giving into your movement with a small smile. You take control again, rolling your hips, your inner lips sliding over his tongue while your clit brushes over his nose. You let out a shaky whimper as each movement of your hips ruins his makeup more, thighs squeezing and relaxing around his face. 

You throw your head back, closing your eyes as more tingles and warmth spread through your tummy, raising to your chest and making your breathing heavy. Your pussy clenches around nothing, leaking all over his tongue and chin as you keep on grinding without taking a single break, greedily building up your orgasm. You arch your hips a bit backwards, again using only his tongue to pleasure yourself. The sudden difference between the cold tip of his nose and warmth of his tongue makes you gasp as a knot of heat cramps inside your lower tummy. Nikolai's hips twitch as your precum melts on his tongue, slightly thrusting into nothing as his erection feels uncomfortably tight in his pants.

He slides his hands underneath your ass, slightly lifting you up for a moment as his eyebrows knit upwards, making his whole expression seem a lot more desperate with additional makeup. He gives a few quick sucks on your clit, letting out a guttural groan as his eyes roll back. He swallows quickly, while also letting his tongue get more wet in order to pleasure you more.

"Fuck, doll, sorry. I love the way you are using me." he whispers as his hands wrap around your thighs once again, pulling you back down. You let out a shaky whimper, immediately picking up your previous pace as your grip on his hair weakens, your whole body growing more sensitive and delicate as your orgasm keeps building up. Nikolai lets his tongue follow your movement, making you choke on your own sounds each time he brushes the right spot alongside you, both of your eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelms you.

You notice a small portion of his lips in-between your grinds - they are completely ruined, red lipstick smeared all over his chin and your thighs. Too needy to care, you continue on grinding, chasing your own high as a heavy knot inside your lower tummy keeps on convulsing. Nikolai sneaks in a few quick sucks on your pussy in-between the rolls of your hips, each bringing you closer to your orgasm. His eyes remain on yours as your pace starts to grow messy and heavy, the overwhelming heat and knot inside your lower tummy making it harder to move.

"Keep going doll, ruin me." he whispers, voice slightly muffled by your flesh, sending shivers up your spine. 

You curse under your breath as your body tenses up, hips grinding heavily against his face, using it to rub your cunt all over your sweetest spots. At this point your thighs are a complete mess, but so is his face, however there is a blissful look in his eyes. You put your hands back on the headboard as you angle your hips, focusing all of your movement on your clit. Nikolai moans into your flesh as your precum starts leaking more and more, swirling heat overwhelming your weak body.

You throw your head back, a few sharp moans straining your throat as your orgasm comes in the first few milder waves. Nikolai's grip on your thighs tightens, pulling you down, concentrating all of your movement on your needy clit, quickly building up the intensity of your orgasm.

You let out a mixture of guttural whines and whimpers, back arching as your hips quiver, jolts rushing through your body as your climax reaches its peak. Nikolai lets out a few muffled moans into your cunt that was leaking all over his tongue and chin, eyes rolling back from the melting sweet taste. You make a few deeper, longer strokes with your hips as you ride out your orgasm, heart beating quick in your chest.

Your head falls back down, eyes heavy but open as you watch his needy expression, his eyebrows arching upwards. You slow down your pace, a few more heavy breaths escaping your lungs as you calm down from your orgasm, letting it melt away.

Nikolai lets go of your thighs and you slowly lift yourself up, moving away from his messed up face. There was a glistening coat of your release on his face, all the lipstick smeared over his chin and cheeks. He was breathing heavily, but he seemed beyond satisfied. You catch that the bulge in his pants was beyond noticeable, slowly moving yourself down and undoing his pants. Nikolai lifts his head, slightly raising his eyebrows at you as you pull his zipper down.

"I think we have 15 more minutes to ruin my makeup." you whisper in a teasing tone, a sly smile on your face. 

The End :) <3

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[m4ttsturn]

my brother's best friend (pt 1)

pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

pairing: matt sturniolo x y/n

summary: over the years you find yourself falling more in love with your brother's best friend.

warnings: none yet

this is the first story I've ever written, so sorry if it's bad. anyway, hope you guys enjoy.

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(the first day i saw him)

"mom!" I ran down the stairs. "yeah, what do you need?" "where's Nate? he said he would go to the movies with me over an hour ago." I was beginning to get upset, Nate promised that he would take me to see Spider-Man Homecoming with him. "I'm not sure, he said he would be home by 5" she responded. I let out a heavy sigh before walking out of the kitchen.

I went into the living room and sat on the couch, aimlessly scrolling on my phone. I watched as the minutes on the clock slowly ticked by, my eyes flicking to the front door every few seconds. it had been 3 hours before Nate had finally showed up, laughing as he walked through the door. three boys followed close behind him.

"dude that movie was so good" Nate said as he kicked off his shoes. "yeah, I still can't believe the way Spider-Man saved the Avenger's plane" one of the other boys spoke. I coughed loudly drawing the attention of my brother and his friends in the entryway. making eye contact with Nate, his face flashing with realization. "oh shit, y/n I'm so sor-" Nate tried to speak, but I stood up abruptly off the couch walking to my room and slamming the door.

the second I closed the door I could feel my eyes watering. it was one thing for Nate to blow of our plans because his practice ran late or something, but for him to go without me even though we had planned this out ever since the trailer came out, hurt. especially since he went with three people I've never met instead.

I jumped onto my bed, burying my face into the pillows. I could hear four sets of footsteps approaching my bedroom before someone knocked on the door. I knew it was Nate because he used the secret knock combination we came up with in order to tell if it was each other or our parents knocking. "go away Nate" my voice was muffled by the pillow. Nate had opened the door anyway, "y/n look I'm sorry, I totally forgot that we were planning to go to the movies today" I turned to face him when he spoke "yeah, yeah whatever Nate."

I glanced around him, taking in the appearance of his friends, each looking similar, but I could tell the differences once I looked a little longer. I made eye contact with the boy who was standing behind them all, almost not visible. I blushed and turned my head away so none of them could see it. "you can go, you obviously want to hang out with these people more than me anyway." Nate gave me a sad expression before walking out of my room, closing the door behind him. as I listened to the sounds of footsteps furthering from my door I decided to read a book instead of wallowing around.

the next time I looked at the clock it read 12:37 am. I decided that I might as well call it a night and changed into my pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and a pair of women's boxers. assuming that Nate's friends had gone home by now, I didn't bother to put on something more presentable as I left my room to grab a glass of water.

when I walked into the kitchen I was met with three pairs of eyes on me, with Nate being in the bathroom. "oh, you guys are still here" I uttered as I went to grab a glass. ''yep, seems like it" the one with longer hair spoke. my back was to them as I filled up the cup with water from the fridge. once finished I turned around to face the three boys. "look I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, its just that Nate promised me he would take me to see that movie months ago. anyway I'm y/n." holding out my hand to them. The one with a nose ring takes it first "Nick" he shook my hand. "I'm Chris" the one with long hair spoke, dapping me up. "and you?" I turned to the last boy, realizing it's the one that I locked eyes with earlier. "Matt" he smiled slightly as he took my hand. my face flushed feeling the electricity buzzing through my fingertips.

"okay well nice to meet you guys, but I'm off to bed. tell Nate that I said he better take me to see that movie tomorrow, I don't care if he just watched it." "will do" Chris spoke, Matt and Nick nodded along. I headed back towards my room and closed the door, still thinking about the feeling of Matt's hand on mine. "well this is going to be a problem" I mumbled to myself before shutting off the light and snuggling under my covers.

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Nate had brought the triplets over again, many times over the next few years. each time my crush on Matt grew a little stronger. besides that I had actually gained a friendship with all of them.

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a/n: I'm probably going to move this story on pretty quickly I just wanted to get a little backstory out first.

let me know if there is anything I can do to write better, criticism is appreciated

[quaissants]

ISA LANG    ୨୧    PARK JONGSEONG ˒  JAY

purpose born to be niki coded, transformed into arthur nery coded ・ gender neutral reader + word count 857 genre fluff .. angst .. best friends au warnings mention of food note i swear this is based on a dialogue prompt but i forgot the user — return to the academy

jay wasn’t made for late nights.

as much as he doesn’t want to stir guilt within his best friend, he struggles to conceal the symptoms. swallowed by his wrinkled hoodie, he curls his tired figure against the headboard. the light hum of the air conditioning can’t conceal the yawns that falter from his lips every now and then.

through half-lidded eyes, he watches you huff one more time during your battle with your phone. jay may be sleepy, but he hasn’t breached the line between reality and fantasy. how could he when you’re so eager to show him something?

apparently you’d finally taken the near-full storage warning seriously and begun your trip down memory lane. it wasn’t the easiest task to fulfill, but for the integrity of your phone’s health (and future mementos that you were definitely going to earn), it was about time. besides, it’d brought you back to this elusive picture—that had sunk into the trenches of your gallery once more because you forgot that making a folder or saving it in favorites exist—that jay was just a little eager to see.

the bespectacled male’s frames hang on the precipice right when you exclaim, “here, finally found it!”

it’s almost comical how quickly he sits up the moment the announcement comes. he doesn’t like the taste of caffeine during hours like this, yet he absorbs the side effects of your excitement so eagerly. of course, he’ll always defend himself by claiming the circumstances are different—you’re different.

shuffling closer until he can feel your warmth—and smell your apple-cinnamon scented fabric softener—pressed next to him, he looks down at your phone screen. truthfully, and with little thoughts he had during the passing hour, he’d expected to see a picture of from a special occasion, your friends and family. if he had to stretch a little, perhaps a picture of your ex who triggered some sirens in his mind.

(only god, and his other best friends, know how relieved he was to learn that his radar weren’t far off. that, and you had believed him even when he himself was doubting his own instincts. he saved you a chapter of migraines and arguments.)

but no, he was actually staring at himself. well, his past self, but still him—park jay. your partner in crime, go-to consultant for a variety of matters (specializing in both look and cook books), best friend for this life and the following ones.

and he doesn’t even try to hide his confusion. “that’s.. me.”

“obviously,” you laugh, unintentionally drawing more invisible question marks over his head. “see, that’s one of the ways i knew you had fallen so deep into that conversation. i’d also forgotten to turn off the shutter sound at the time, but you didn’t flinch.”

as intently as he stares at the photo, jay can’t recall this moment in particular. he still owns that denim jacket, but it’s been a while since he’s seen those natural mocha tresses. his jaw’s a little sharper, but his eyes retain that soft edge you claim he possesses. with so many contrasts, it throws him off the timeline. but it’s not like he keeps track of things he himself says anyway, so he doubts he’ll remember without a refresher.

“wait, pause right there.. what was i talking about?”

“i can’t remember either.”

..that felt like the antonym of what he was looking for.

obviously amused by jay’s bewildered expression, you decide to throw him a stem. “i don’t think i was even part of the conversation in the first place. we were at jake’s birthday party, yet you, him, and sunghoon seemed to forget about that since the three of you were mostly glued to the living room. if heeseung hadn’t called you guys over so the birthday boy could blow out the candles, we would have cut the cake already.”

oh that; jay can remember that part. it’s not that he has favorites you’re his number one but when he and his fellow liner friends land in the same space and time, they’re bound to talk as if they haven’t seen each other in years. ironic, since he’s pretty sure they were just chatting on discord about their genshin pulls a few hours before the party, but he digresses.

“right, but still, what’s up with this picture? was it just a random snap for your photo dump?” he asks, more curious than anything else; definitely more than tired.

“i just really liked how passionate you seemed to be in that moment. you were so.. expressive, i guess? like, even if i had no idea what you were talking about, i could tell that it meant a lot to you. and then you’d do these small gestures to paint a more clear picture for the two, even add some silly sound effects to the moves. our other friends would smile or even chuckle over how enthusiastic you sounded before returning to their conversations, whereas i was pretty much stuck watching you go on and on.”

“sounds like i had you wrapped around my finger then.” he jests, lighthearted words complemented by the slight curve of his rosy lips.

you play along; rolling your eyes like it hurt to admit it. “i mean you’re not that far off. god, i almost fell in love with you then.”

god, he wish you had.

🎐 .. @stealanity @strxwberry-skiess @sohnric @sanaxo-o + send an ask to be added!

QUAISSANTS, 2024. do not steal or else i bite.

[deyisacherry]

3 steps for a love confession — DCA x Y/N

First step, analyze their feelings for you. Done.

Second step, accept them. Done. Hardly.

Third step…

Confess.

There you were, sitting behind the desk. The kids had recently left, the Pizzaplex hadn't closed yet.

Good, great, wonderful. They have time.

Sun had excused himself to you, saying that he had to tidy up some things in his room. Of course… walking around the site, accustomed to nimbly dodging the pile of things lying on the floor, was the complete opposite of that.

Thank the stars that he and Moon can communicate internally, or his incessant nervous chatter would have been noticed by you a long time ago.

"How is someone supposed to confess their feelings? What are we supposed to do? You know how bad I am at telling the truth, I'll just say something stupid to avoid it and ruin it, I'm sure. Very sure!" Sun paced back and forth, his beams spinning as he tried to think. Poor thing, anyone who saw him from the outside could tell that he had gone crazy. He even moved his hands in expressive gestures as he communicated with Moon.

"Staying up here, not talking to them, probably not much will happen if we keep doing this."

"Moon! I'm serious! I'm not good at this, and you- neither are you!"

"Rude."

"You know what I mean."

"So cruel."

"Moon."

"I know, I'm just playing."

Sun sighs, stopping his pacing. "Maybe a letter? They're nice, and personal, and… oh, no, no, I'm going to get carried away and probably make them feel uncomfortable, plus I don't have self-control with details, and drawings, and glitter glue-" Sun he lets out an exasperated groan in his mind space, causing Moon to growl. "Why is this so difficult?!"

"Noisy."

"Please be of more help, you also want them to know how we feel." Sun says, with a tired expression.

"Flirt until they find out?"

"Oh, please…" Sun says annoyed, placing a hand on his forehead in disappointment.

"Hey, it's not even that terrible." Moon defends himself against his reaction. "You don't have to be too obvious… just play around."

"It's easy for you to say, you always do…"

"Not like this…"

Sun is silent for a few seconds, and then groans softly knowing that he is accepting his proposal.

"I guess we can try." He crosses his arms, looking down at the Daycare through his balcony.

"I have an idea."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"… Should I trust you?"

"Maybe you should, maybe you shouldn't." Moon responds, with a very soft laugh.

Sun has a feeling that he's going to regret it.

———

When the crepe paper rose is ready, Sun holds it in one hand, while the other one holds a piece of sticky tape.

"… This is goofy… even for me."

"If you don't try, you'll never know."

"Don't apply my sayings to me!"

"Just do it."

Sun complains silently, and begins with the last step of Moon's idea. Best scenario, it really works. Worst scenario… he'll resign himself to letting you see him and will stay in his room forever.

"… I'll blame you if anything happens."

———

There's at least an hour left before the Pizzaplex closes its doors. You are reviewing some messages that you forgot to reply to. Yep… it was definitely a good idea to have disabled the option to show when you read a message. It saves you from the idea that they will hate you for losing social energy mid-conversation and leaving them on seen.

You're in the middle of drinking some coffee you ordered, when you feel Sun approaching. You usually let him talk or do something, so you don't turn to look at him. But he doesn't do anything, so oddly enough, you look away from the screen to where you know he is.

And you're immediately greeted by the sight of Sun, with a paper rose taped to his smile. His eyes narrow with excitement as he leans across the desk. "Hello, Sunshine~"

A wink from him, and- Oop.

You just choked on your coffee from how badly that caught you off guard, coughing and covering your mouth as you look away in panic.

"Oh no, no, no! Sunshine! Sorry! Sorry! Bad timing for that! I'm really sorry!" Sun tries to get his hands closer to you but he doesn't know how to help, and seeing him with the rose still stuck to his mouth doesn't help your coughing stop.

———

"I knew it was a bad idea! I knew it! I knew it! And you knew it! You wanted to make fun of me!" Sun yells into his headspace, pressing a Freddy stuffed plushie against his face.

"But the flirting worked, they were blushing and embarrassed."

"They weren't blushing nor embarrassed! They were choking!"

"… Isn't that how embarrassed people react to something like that?"

"Moon!"

… The third step will have to be postponed.

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edit: god dang it i just realized i made some mistakes with the font color AAA

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Part 3 of the Merlin Saves (tries to kill) Arthur fic

(Part 2)

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“Gaius, is there any way to break the curse completely?” Arthur asks. Merlin is more focused on the hand resting on his knee.

“I fear the only way will be to destroy the mother beast.”

“The other eight heads?” Merlin asks, knowing the answer.

Gaius nods gravely.

“I’ll have the knight’s prepare to ride out in an hour.” Arthur stood, his hand slipping away from Merlin’s knee as he mourned the loss. “Do you remember anything about where she was hiding?”

Merlin bit his lip and shook his head, not meeting Arthur’s eyes.

“Okay. I’ll have Gwaine and Sir Kay keep an eye on you once the snake wakes up again. For now stay here and do whatever Gaius says.” Arthur says as he steps away, then he looks to the physician. “Anything he needs, Gaius.”

“Of course, Sire.” Gaius bows his head

“Should I have George prepare your armour?” Gwen asked, standing up and already walking towards the door.

“Yes. Thank you, Guinevere.” Arthur said before leaving.

Gwen followed and Merlin looked at Gaius, a determined look in his eye.

“It can’t be killed without magic, can it?”

Gaius takes an apprehensive breath.

“I fear not.”

“Then you’ll have to get water from the well and deny that you saw me leave.” Merlin pushed himself up and made for his room, taking a bag with long flowing robes and a potion he keeps with them to keep his magic getting stuck.

Gaius was gone by the time he left his room so he scribbled a note saying “gone hunting” with an eight headed stick drawing. It… almost looked vaguely like the Fomorrah in the book. He was in a hurry. It did the job.

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This part was shorter than usual, but I honestly kinda forgot this existed. There’s probably another three parts to come, but I don’t know when I’ll get to them. I’m working on it. Leon’s knowing and unknowing treason is my main priority for this week, so that’ll be the next fic thing I post.

Also I just hit 750 followers and wanted to say thank you, i really didn’t think that many people would be interested in my ramblings about tragic gays but thanks! Happy to have you here :)

[the-book-gnome]

You Make Me Feel Safe

Word count: 1k

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implied pain, fluff

Summary: After years of not seeing Simon, he suddenly shows up with no explanation on why he's injured

A/n: I'm sorry if there are spelling errors, I just got my nails don't and I forgot how hard it is to type on your phone.

The hour was late when you heard a loud banging on your door. You were cautious as you walked to the door, not sure of who could be at your apartment at this hour. You were shocked when you looked through the peephole, Simon. You haven't seen him In years what could he possibly want? When you took a closer look at him, a gasp escaped your lips. He was bleeding, his face looked banged up and he was clutching his stomach. You swung the door open, his eyes immediately catching yours. “I need help.”

You sprung into action, rushing to him and helping him inside. It took longer than you anticipated but he was twice your size and only helping you a little, plus he weighed a ton. Simon fell on your couch the second his legs touched it. You rushed back to the door closing and locking it. You didn’t want to deal with any nosy neighbours.

By the time you got back to Simon, he had passed out, that only made you worry more. Given that you had plenty of medical experience you had no issues patching him up. You knew his line of work was dangerous but you didn’t expect it to be like this. It had been about an hour before you were done, your choice stained with his blood. You hadn’t given yourself much time to understand what was happening, pushing all of your worries and thoughts away to focus on saving him.

———

Three days. It had taken three days for Simon to wake up and three days for you completely terrified that he was going to die. You knew better than to take him to a hospital so there was no way of telling if he was going to get an infection or if you missed part of the bullet.

When Simon did wake up he was no help at all, he is talk tried to leave and it took you 30 minutes to convince him he was safer here than wherever the hell he was trying to go. Now he was sitting up, staring at the wall. You tried talking to him but he refused to say a word. No matter what you tried he kept his mouth shut, even when you threw a pillow at his head. You were currently drawing a bath for him, hoping that might help with the pain. All you had to offer him was Advil and Tylenol, you doubted that was doing much.

He didn’t put up much of a fight when you helped him stand up, he only quietly followed you as you led him into the bathroom. You looked away as Simon pulled down his boxers, giving him at least some privacy. Once he was submerged in the tub you grabbed your loofah, pouring soap on it you started washing his body. “Bubbles?” His rough voice met your ears, relief struck you after hearing him speak.

“I used bubble bath stuff, do you have something against bubbles?” You smiled as you leaned over the tub to look at him. He watched as you ran your loofah down his chest, washing away the blood and dirt. Once his body was clean you moved on to watching his hair, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling away to grab the shampoo. “I missed you,” you let out a disappointed sigh, “Not a single call or text, you didn’t even write a note when you left all those years ago.” You noticed Simon's fists clench in the sides of the tub where they rested. “I thought you might’ve died.” You bit your lip, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

“I didn’t,” That was all he said, you wanted to punch him in the face.

“Yeah no shit, jackass,” You rolled your eyes at him and poured a small amount of shampoo into your hand, his hair was already wet so you didn’t have to worry about that. As you started massaging his scalp he relaxed into you. His head rested against the edge of the tub.

“I’m sorry,” Simon murmured, his eyes closed as he enjoyed your hands on him. You let out a deep breath, that was better than nothing. You made sure to be careful not to get any soap in his eyes as you continued to clean his hair. It was a little longer than what you remembered, the ends curling slightly.

“Why did you come here, Simon?” You asked as you fused the soap out of his hair. It was very soft, and so was his skin, besides the many scars.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go, you were close by,” He sounded like he was holding something back. You knew better than to pry, that would only make him shut down more. “I feel safe with you.”

That comment threw you off. Simon had never been one to admit something like that, it was confusing, to say the least. “I don’t know why, I’m not very good at protecting people, though I’ve never really tried.”

“You saved me, that’s technically protecting me,” there was a small smile on his lips, you had to double-check to make sure you weren’t seeing things. You scoffed at him as you helped him out of the tub. You handed him a towel and then brought him to your room. You handed him a pair of pants that were his size, and after he got dressed you helped him to bed.

Once he was laying down you brought over a chair and placed it next to the bed. You placed a hand on his cheek gently stroking it, “You make me feel safe too, Simon.” You kissed his forehead and watched him drift off into sleep.

[arachnidsinavoid]

He committed felony, domestic assault isnt he so dreamy/ref

× Simon 'Ghost' Riley headcanons ×

Simon Riley general headcanons this is just me rambling (tw metion of weed and hallucinations vague mention of death)

I hc he can actually draw he just can't be arsed

This isn't s HC but thinking of him drinking tea from a sports direct mug is fucking hilarious to me

Dose drink coffee but genuinely prefers the taste of tea (fuckin Brits)

Kind of wanted to be a tattoo artists and did some of his tattoos himself

Almost forgot when his birthday was because he never celebrates it and he has never told anyone (only person that might know is price at least that's what soap thinks and and trys to pry it out of both him n Simon)

Often tries to use exercise to help with his insomnia but sometimes it doesn't work and he just exhausts himself he sleeps but he feels worse when he wakes up

Occasionally sees Shadow People when insomnia gets bad (same bro)

Is actually really good at cooking but just never has the energy to

I like to head cannon that he used to be a bit of a stoner (love stoner Simon I I'll write for him) but is scared to ever smoke regularly again after what happened to his brother

Genuinely cares so much about the people around him but he's just so used to not being enough and not being able to save the ones he loves

Loves being gifted more personal and meaningful gifts then expensive things

if you gave this man a bunch of different vials of dirt from places you've been he will marry you

Also is a little fixated on bones (sometimes picks up dead animal bones and takes them home)

Price allows it cuz it makes him happy but is like 🤨??

I personally think he's autistic my source because I fucking said so (I'm autistic)

Feels embarrassed about stimming so man stims WITH HIS FUCKING TOES!!!

He does it because it's enough to help regulate him but barely noticeable (but come on man)

CAN FLICK HIS FUCKING BIG TOE

Is extremely unhygienic occasionally because of his depression

Like will no shower for like almost a mouth when his depression is bad until someone comments on it most likely price while he also comments on how exhausted he is

On days like that unless Simon needs to do something price just get him to take a shower then sends him to bed

MAN PASSES OUT UNTIL NOON NEXT DAY

Only surfaces to piss and eat

Go straight back to bed and passes out for another hour

It annoys him when this happens a completely destroys his sleeping routine

Spends like the next week trying to fix it and still be productive

Is particularly protective over kids and is really good with them surprisingly (has prior experience from his nephew Tommy)

Loves to just be touching someone if in a relationship

Not necessarily in aversely affectionate things sometimes he loves just sitting super close or you resting your head on his shoulder

Loves resting his head on the top of yours if ur short enough

Will kiss the crown of your head

Doesn't always have a lot to say but will listen to every word you have to say

[mister-mickey]

Um so I guess this is honey I shrunk the kids au part one lol

So, it all starts with darry 🤭 he’s a scientist, he’s building a machine that can shrink things, but it’s not doing too well.

He gives up for the day, after something blows up in his face (literally)

He locks the room because nobody is allowed in there ofc, it’s dangerous.

HOWEVER

This does not stop curly and pony from going in through the window to get the football they were tossing around.

Pony doesn’t want to, but after curly climbs in (and falls in his ass) he follows 😔

Curly touches the machine, sees that the football landed in it somehow. In an attempt to get something to unlodge the football, he and pony get shrunk

Like, an hour later, tim tells Angela to go pick curly up since it’s late and he knows darry can’t stand to be around curly for more than a few hours.

Angela (begrudgingly) goes to the curtis house, only ti see that Steve, soda, and twobit are looking for pony.

They are four very concerned teenagers

Steve thinks they’re just screwing around, but twobit thinks that they went into Darry’s project room because they always get into trouble when they’re together.

So… they follow twobits suggestion

The machine powers up again when twobit trips over nothing and smashes into it

Curly and pony think they’re being saved, they are not

Anyways I guess part two will be dally and Johnny getting shrunk because I forgot to draw them here lmao

[niko-jpeg]

Originally, Shadow 05 was not going to be in this au. But then I came up with the funniest possible way to include it in the story, and I couldn’t help myself. So you know how Camp Green Hill is set up like an animated series, with seasons and episodes and such? Well, I present to you Camp Green HIll: Shadow the Hedgehog, a post canon movie spinoff featuring our beloved moody hedgie and his adventure of accidental self discovery. The details are a little in the air right now, since I’m still finishing the base plot of CGH itself, so doodle explanations under the cut <3

Title Drop: First doodle of the batch I made, featuring Shadow and Rouge. They still work together under GUN post canon, and are cool and badass and etc. Slight design changes to Rouge because I wanted to, and Shadow rocks the button up and suit jacket combo. And yes, of course, he still has a gun.

I Can’t Draw Omega: I tried. And it did not go well, I’m so sorry Omega truthers. 

Weird Way to Meet Your Dead Beat Dad: I saw this scene vividly. After the opening sequence, Rouge and Shadow are going back to the apartment, only to be met by Shadow’s alien dad, who he does not remember. 

In the Lab, All Alone: This one’s more of a stretch, a vibe doodle if you will. I wanted to draw him in emotional distress, so I stuck him back on the Ark in the classic shitty hospital gown while he tries not to cry tears of frustration. Why? Because I said so. I don’t think it’ll make the final cut, but I had fun drawing it anyway. 

Sonic and Tails: As I said, this au takes place post canon! Now Sonic is 18, and Tails is 14! Shadow is 19 himself. However, because of just how many times Sonic has gone super, he’s begun to physically change a little. While coming down from being super has its emotional fallouts, he’s done it so many times he’s begun to grow electric yellow fur on his ears, hands, feet, and around his eyes. It also seems to be on his quills, strangely. Tails is as nerdy as ever, clearly.

Super Shadow: Unfortunately, Shadow goes super every once in a blue moon too, and it too is beginning to manifest. While at the moment the third eye is just a temporary thing while super, there's no saying if it may stick around if he does it again. A note on that as well: the only Hedgie that doesn’t go Super more than once is Silver. This is intentional, on his part, as while he was super, he found it quite a challenge to keep himself under control and has avoided it since. Who knows what his manifestations may end up looking like. 

Expressions: A surprised (though not unhappy) Shadow, contrasted with a visibly aggressive Shadow. 

Cuddle Pile: Request from the stream. Coming down from being super has its downsides, and a pretty rough mental fallout. Being a god for an hour doesn’t leave a guy unscathed, y’know. While Silver resists it initially (for various plot reasons), eventually the two are able to convince him to join the emotional recovery party Sonic’s closer friends throw him when he goes super. This usually includes blanket time, as seen here. 

Post Credits Shenanigans: I have this very vivid scene in my brain that would take place after the events of the story. Earlier, Sonic gushes about how cool he thinks Shadow actually is, under all the bitey rough exterior. Rouge, naturally, gets a recording and after everything is said and done plays it for him. This obviously flusters him. Please excuse the poorly edited blush, I realized I forgot to turn that layer back on only after I had saved the file. Oops. 

Remember, asks are open for the characters themselves, or about the au <3

[bamsara]

If you're in the process of mourning, then my suggestion would be to either turn asks off completely until you're in a better mindset to answer them, or to avoid socials that cause interaction with strangers to begin with. Unfortunately, discourse on the internet doesn't relent, even when someone is grieving. Please take your own state of mind into consideration before responding to things. It's your blog, and at the end of the day, your comfort is the most important, since you're the one constantly in the spotlight. Your followers will be more than understanding if you close interactions during this time. We wish you all the best and hope you have a strong system of support to fall back onto, if it be friend or family. Please take care of yourself

Anon was originally turned back on so people could send me writing/art prompts when I was still accepting them, and I hadn't gotten anything super awful afterwards so I forgot to turn it back off

As for the death thing, I've been really trying to have the sort of regular routine going on. It's,,,not entirely working but it's better than withdrawing, I think. I still won't be at my top for a while but I've decided that pulling fully back from stuff did much worse for me before, so being like, present but not really, like maybe streaming skyrim challenges instead of intensive 9+ hour art streams, and just doing shorter art streams since I havent had the heart to draw. Which sucks because hyperfixation is still, very very much alive in the brain.

But yeah idk if thoses asks were fully because of the death announement post (save for the sexual harrassment one) or if they were just considentially sent at the same time but alas

The writing fuel is still good, though. I'm posting CO after posting this ask. I will live and heal out of spite.