#TAMN

[uhohbestie]

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby.

Sleeping in shifts with your ex who you caught cheating on you seconds before the zombie apocalypse broke out, so now you're in the survival situationship to end all situationships.

More of our Scarian zombie survival au <3

[caroline-bunny]

fanart for @uhohbestie's fic :3

[konoisms]

got bored and inspired after reading the new chapter of there are monsters nearby by @uhohbestie and doodled something sort of meant to be grian after he lashed out at quackity for flirting with scar :-3

man stock photos help a lot when you can't draw backgrounds, huh?

[thathorriblebitch]

CHAPTER 8 OMG OMG love love love!! Might post another drawing later??

I WAS TOO LAZY TO DRAW THE MOUTHS SUE ME (if you watch the speedpaint then yk...YK)

SPOILERS 》》》

THE SMUT?! THE MURDER?! CHAPTER 8 WAS A THRILLER!

I loved the conflict of both of them murdering like 3 or more zombies now and the smut at the end omg....

I have 2 main ideas of how the last few moments are being protrayed as:

1. Scar wants grian in a romantic way, not sexual. (Hense kissing him earlier bc he needed to kiss grian b4 he dies) This leads him to help grian get off and he's still glad grian let him get so close to him, but he thinks grian only wants him for his body, not himself.

2. Scar wants to love grian so badly but he's conflicted because it's clear grian still loves him but he also FUCKIN CHEATED and he doesn't get turned on at the end bc he's stuck thinking about how grian had sex with bigb and he was ignored and pushed aside for <whatever reason??> so he's playing tug of war with himself between A) wanting the relationship he and grian had before he cheated and B) loathing grian for cheating on him bc duhhh

Also grian you little shit how dare you cheat on scar, save his life, kill ppl for him, break his heart a billion times over, not address you cheating on him, then go and have sex with him and not even say anything?!?! Like bro, I know you gotta have a character arc but this is ridiculous. ALSO ALSO this is a lovers to enemies (exes) to lovers again WHICH IMPLIES SCAR FORGIVES YOU?? You better resurrect pearl and cub, murder bigb, and save the world or else scar is a straight up victim of emotional abuse.

L&K ( @uhohbestie ) yall keep up the good work, stay safe, and I swear I'm making the playlist, just taking forever bc im lazy lol

[jasombee]

Scar and Grian from There Are Monsters Nearby by @uhohbestie

I want to thank Lock and Key for writing such a wonderful, emotionally charged tale and also for making me brush up on my art skills after such a long time. They are truly doing some of the best work out there and I cannot thank them enough for their kindness and hard work.

[thbspeedpaints]

Heyyy so it's been a hot sec

I would write more but my brain is fried and it's 3 am rn soooo, here's fanart from chapter 14 & 15

CW very suggestive but no nakey

K&L (@uhohbestie) I love yall and your fic is pulling me through 2nd semester, it's rough out here :'(

These aren't the wips I was talking abt but those are so old and I like these more

I particularly love the scar one but it's kinda boring so hope you like

Also also, this is on my alt acct bc it's kinda embarrassing drawing the silly minecraft men suggestively lol

Much love, THB

[verdantglow]

“Scar waits until the fire is past the point of extinguishing before he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out the condom wrapper, gold, open, and accusing as its foil catches the fire light. He makes sure to hold it up. Makes sure that Grian sees it. He keeps eye contact, smile fixed on his face even when Grian’s eyes widen in recognition.”

- There Are Monsters Nearby by @uhohbestie

This fic is amazing & I highly recommend it & I seriously cannot wait for the next chapter. (Even though it makes me want to grab Grian by the shoulders & shake some goddamn sense into him.) (He is infuriating.) (I consider that a sign of very good writing, that the character is infuriating but the actual piece is so fun to read.)

[whenartisnudeincolour]

TamN

[hermit-haven]

literally a 25 yr old with a career and a salary and I’m still squealing and kicking my feet on Fridays when my favorite fic uploads

[julysn]

my daddy said the devil looks a lot like you

francis mosses / milkman x fem!reader. nsfw

includes praise, implied chubby reader (it’s mentioned once), breeding! milk as lube, mention of pregnancy, pure and unfiltered smut. it’s as smutty as can be.

read on ao3

wc: ≈1330

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

notes: wrote this while i was at school. erm. oopsie..

title is from the edge of heaven ! anyways.

You never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this.

But you certainly weren’t complaining.

There you were, back pressed against the wall as your tongue swirled around the resident milkman’s mouth. You wanted to explore every single crevice within, memorize the little imperfections that structured him beautifully.

“Milkman..” You gasped out breathlessly as he pulled away, giving you a second to relax as his ministrations continued on the lower part of your body. His cold, calloused fingers began to gently rub your clothed clit, causing high-pitched yet deeply soulful moans to escape your lips.

“Shh,” He coos, his free hand coming up to place a finger against your mouth in a shushing manner. You reluctantly bit back soft whimpers. You practically melted into his touch, wanting nothing but to obey each and every command he may give you. His voice was just oh-so dulcet and velvety, like a lullaby to your ears that you never wanted to let go of. “Just call me Francis, darling.”

And so, you forced your whimpers to come out as quietly as possible as the milkman, or, Francis slowly tugged your lovely skirt down, revealing the elegant pair of panties you donned. He licked his lips softly, giving your hips a little squeeze as he led you over to the couch.

You sat down, watching as Francis loomed over you as a tall and imposing figure. He slowly kneeled in between your legs, leaving gentle yet sensual kisses down from your thighs all the way up to your wet clit. Your lips parted to let out faint gasps and whines as he did so, your eyes drifting down to meet his seductive gaze.

“Francisfrancisfrancis, ah..” You babbled mindlessly, throwing your head back as his tongue began to swirl circles around your sensitive wetness. He was quite elegant and composed, even during moments when passion and lust were meant to take over your consciousness.

Your back arched forward, head buried within the sobering solace of your couch cushions as the milkman’s ministrations began to accelerate in both speed and intensity. He slowly stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants to reveal his completely erect cock, positioning himself in front of your cunt.

A loud. whiny gasp escaped your lips as Francis began to slick his hardened, dripping-with-pre-cum member up and down your clit as you threw your hand over your mouth and allowed your eyes to roll back. You couldn’t believe that your neighborhood milkman, a man supposed to be innocuous, could make you feel as good as this.

A part of you was wondering if he had seduced the other women in your neighborhood and done the same to them, but it didn’t matter to you. He was putting his experience to good use.

“Are you ready?” Francis asks softly, head tilted lightly as his hands gently squeezed and fondled your chubby hips. The abyss of pleasure he had thrown you down left you a bit dazed, so it took you a few seconds before you nodded in affirmation.

He turned away, pulling out a bottle of milk and pouring some into his hand as he began to rub it all over his shaft. He can’t be- no, he was using milk as lubricant. You blinked, watching in a mix of excitement and bewilderment as he smeared the white liquid all over his large cock, making his veins glisten with anticipation and sensuality.

“Is.. is that milk?!”

“Mmhm. Can you turn over and lay on your stomach?”

You nod, flipping over laying down on the couch as your hands latched onto a pillow and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“Good girl,” Francis coos as he began to gradually slide himself inside of you from behind, his shaft beginning to fill your insides as he steadily held onto your hips to keep you from squirming around too much. The sensation was quite the thrilling one, and the taboo of getting “down and dirty” with the milkman was exciting you even more.

“Francis-!” You gasped out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the brunette began to pump his hips into yours, seemingly going deeper and deeper with every thrust. You weren’t sure if it was just the ecstasy of the ordeal confusing you, or if he was getting more aggressive, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His size was quite.. impressive, and it was definitely helping your pleasure levels.

“You’re doing good, princess.” Francis praised, smirking coyly. He continued to thrust into you, letting out deep grunts and groans that were a symphony of lust for your ears. His hands gripped your hips, occasionally sliding down to your butt to give your cheeks a little squeeze of both affection and ardor.

“What if you get me pregnant?” You ask breathlessly, the pounding of his hips into your soft ass sending you to the edge of heaven as you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust and lechery, nothing more to show that his attention was completely focused on pleasuring you.

“We’d have a bastard child,” He says calmly, shrugging lightly as if it was nothing but a regular day for him. You wondered if it was a regular day for him, to just casually seduce and probably impregnate the women he delivered milk to. Your thoughts washed away as he thrust harder and harder, one hand sliding upwards from gripping your hips to getting itself tangled within your soft locks. “But I’d marry you before anyone finds out.”

His reassuring words and tone would’ve calmed you down had it not been for the fact that the two of you were actively engaging in intercourse at the moment. The feeling of Francis sliding in and out of your sensitive opening from behind was clouding your senses, and hell, clouding your vision too. Your eyes were hazy as you could barely make out the outline of your television, but it was fine. This felt perfect.

Would it be improper to say that you were getting the milkman’s milk?

And would it be even worse to say that you were enjoying each and every second his dick slid in and out of you?

“So, so good..” You mumble into the pillow, panting as pearls of sweat dripped down your forehead and slid onto the cloth of the pillow you were grasping onto. His hips continued to slam into your rear as his fingers gripped your strands of hair tightly, almost pulling them out had it not been for his restraint and slight fear of hurting you.

“You’re taking it well.” Francis comments, moving his hand from your scalp down to your jawline as he gently tilted you to look back at him. Your soft, alluring gaze met his more seductive and lustful one as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as your tongues battled in a war of passion and lasciviousity.

“This is.. quite indecent,” You murmured against his lips as you leaned into yet another kiss from him, that simple kiss quickly morphing into a heavy make-out session. Once he finally pulled away, giving your cheeks a soft slap, you moaned louder as his thrusts began to accelerate again.

“Mm.. `m gonna cum soon, babygirl,” He pants out, lifting a hand to wipe away the sweat dotting his hairline as he finally takes his hat off and tosses it aside, revealing his soft brown locks that were tousled and messy. You moaned, realizing that you were close to also tipping off of the edge of heaven as well.

Before you could warn him, the two of you reached your climaxes, his cum filling your insides as your fingernails dug into the pillow and you screamed. It was one of the most pleasuring sensations imaginable, but any coherent thoughts were washed aside by the ecstasy of finally reaching your peak.

“Would you like to go for another round?”

And you immediately nod in affirmation.

[roseandmaple]

uhhhhh ya so this au is all I can think about. @uhohbestie how dare u two make my comfort block men angsty /j

[uhohbestie]

What if we were dating, but then I caught you cheating on me, so we broke up, but then a zombie apocalypse happened, so now we're forced to stay together as we pick through the wreck of our relationship and society as we know it.

An au Key and I have been thinking about for months, loosely following the Life Series/Double Life. But also there are zombies.

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby.

[operafantomet]

LET'S HEAR IT FOR BLACK RAOULS

ROW 1: Liam Tamne, West End

ROW 2: Jordan Donica, Broadway

ROW 3: Jemal Felix, West End revival

ROW 4: Callum Francis, Sydney Harbour

ROW 5: Lewis Francis, Sydney Harbour & Restaged Tour

ROW 6: Joe Griffiths-Brown, West End revival ( x ) + ( x )

(inspired by @glassprism's @andrewlloydwebber's wig photoset)

[konoisms]

one could say... im cooking?

[thathorriblebitch]

Some ranchers duo for you <3

Idk just procrastinating my science test studying but it'll be fineeeee. Right?

*this is also a TAMN fanart <3<3 @uhohbestie

They had all that Scar could dream of, but they're dead, and he's alive... oop

[pinball-glizzy]

HE’S WEARING THE FUCKING DRESS