#but this was becoming not fun to draw anymore so I decided to post it

[maydays-big-day]

Based on:

[be-good-to-bugs]

having ocs is great until you have to organize them

[1000sunnygo]

The fun thing about long running series is that you can trace a character's narrative evolution in real time.

The Law we saw pre-timeskip clearly aimed for One Piece.

Unless it was an elaborated lie to his crewmates (which I guess is the in-series explanation at the moment), it's safe to assume that his D lineage and self assigned suicidal mission didn't exist as a concept back then. The goal is eventually re-established with a context.

While drawing, I assumed Kidd would become important, but I didn't think LAW would move forward like that. So it's youu?? 😱

Weekly serialization, it's a Wonderland.

Weekly serialization means adding oomph on micro scale. I have a particular theory extrapolated from this statement: Law's introduction in Punk Hazard wasn't planned at all.

It might sound far fetched for how integral Law is to Punk Hazard's plot. But it's not an uncommon event, and not just in One piece. Editors often suggest heavy changes to accommodate strong cliffhangers and quick surprises. Eleven supernova were created because early Shabondy lacked oomph, Law might have appeared in Punk Hazard for the same reason.

Even without Law, the straw hats would've anchored in Dressrosa to save Kanjurou, Zou to reunite with Raizo, and in Wano to escort their friends back home. Law just happened to have something going on in all of these places.

I think both Law and Kidd's post timeskip debut was planned to be in Wano arc. Law's competitive dynamic with Kidd and Luffy in Wano is more consistent with Shabondy than anything that came before.

Doflamingo was initially one of Kaido's strongest allies to be defeated within Wano country (confirmed in volume 98 SBS). It means Dressrosa was entirely different from what we got.

Given the similarity in their Jolly Roger, Oda may have always planned Law to be Doflamingo's ex-subordinate with a complicated history, keeping his and Doflamingo's conflict reserved for Wano. But Law was popular, resourceful and the story needed a boost after a monotonous Fishman Island arc. Thus, Law gets his early screentime that snowballs into a dramatic Dressrosa arc. I'm sure Oda didn't mind.

Tldr, I think this is how it went down: Oda decides that Kidd and Law would return and fight alongside Luffy in Wano -> Punk hazard is written and introduces Kinemon -> Punk Hazard falls bland and editor pesters Oda to bring Law early -> Law appears and proposes an alliance, so the plot is now directly chained to Wano -> Oda realizes ope ope makes a good device to explain Imu's immortality -> Oda makes Law a D as he's now connected to endgame plot.

Even if the theory above is wrong, it's a fact that Law was not a part of the bigger picture but became unexpectedly relevant. To work with him, Oda had to figure the smaller details of his personality slowly as the story progressed; such as his honesty and the suicidal tendency.

Law roped straw hats into his revenge scheme while deep down wanting them to leave Dressrosa safe and unharmed. But Law in the draft for this scene looks more... certain. Maybe Robin wasn't wrong to suspect Law after all.

I guess, by the time Oda actually reached the scene, the shadiness didn't suit his personality anymore. Corazon would not approve.

Wano Law was the best written Law. His personality was fully ironed out, not just the revived rivalry with Luffy-Kidd but also a reluctance to be nice while time and time proving it's mostly just talks. It's a mix of his personality traits that were decided at his very introduction and the later decided improvisations.

This post was getting too big and derailed so I had to cut it short lol. Maybe I'm reaching with my speculations but it was a fun topic to brainstorm about.

Edit: Here's a bit of extension of this theory.

[kawaiikenna]

Another fic of mine! It was inspired by some comments on another fic. Here’s the link for the ao3 posting. Support it on there if you’d like. -w-

Danny had been summoned to many, many different places. Creepy warehouses with cloaked hooded cultists chanting? Yep. The produce area of an abandoned supermarket? Check. Several girls’ slumber parties ages ranging from 12 to 25? Been there, done that. Hell, he’s even been summoned by a group of boys for no other reason than one of them had to prove that his sister wasn’t lying when she said that they had summoned the Ghost King at her last slumber party. Yeah, that was fun. No, not really.

But a daycare? Or at least somewhere he thought was a daycare? Now that was someplace Danny had never thought he’d be summoned to. But there he was. Plopped into a group of maybe 10-15 kids. Not fully eldritch but enough for other ‘normal’ humans to become extremely unsettled or flat out scared. Horns spiraled out from the sides of his head, limbs too long and skinny to be considered human, his hands held spindly long fingers tipped with icy claws, his eyes were normal if not for the black sclera instead of white. He was wearing his normal black and white hazmat suit with a fur lined cloak hanging heavy on his shoulders. Danny said nothing as he stared, flabbergasted, at the small, young boy crying on the ground. He had a really bad skinned knee that was bleeding a fair amount. It apparently was enough blood to trigger the summoning circle.

There were several other children around the room. All of them had frozen and stared either at the boy, or, blatantly, at Danny. He was too tired to deal with this. He had other shit to do rather than babysit random ass kids that inadvertently summoned him. So Danny bent down and took a look at the kid’s knee. He was as gentle as possible.

“Hey buddy.” Danny says softly. “That looks like it hurts. Would it be ok if I fixed it for you?”

The kid didn’t say anything, more just nodded but Danny wasn’t sure if he could even hear him. So Danny pulled out his emergency first aid kit and went about cleaning and bandaging the boy’s knee.

“What’s your name?” Danny asks gently as he disinfects the bloody wound.

“James.” A soft whisper answers.

“Well you’re very brave James.” He responds.

There isn’t anymore conversation after that, but the atmosphere was more relaxed now that Danny had demonstrated that he wasn’t a threat. By the time he had finished the other kids were surrounding them. They all looked incredibly curious. A few of the braver ones had asked questions while Danny had been doing. He thought that even if he usually didn’t deal well with kids, he did a pretty damn good job.

Danny made to stand up but instead was tackled back to the ground by a tiny body. He looked over his shoulder to find a little girl clinging to his cloak with all her might. She beams brightly up at him.

“Are you here to play with us?” She asks.

“Uhh, no?” Danny answered, confusion lacing his words.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because now there was another child pouncing on his back and two more holding onto each of his arms. All at once they tried to talk. Some in complaining tones, others in curiosity.

“Noo! You should stay and play!”

“Yeah! You have to stay and play ‘cause that’s the rules!”

“Yeah! That’s the rules!”

“How come you have a cape?”

“Do you like hide and seek?”

“Why’s your hair white? Does that mean you’re old?”

“If you’re old does that mean you can’t play hide and seek?”

“No! I don’t like hide and seek!”

“Yeah! He should come draw with us instead!”

“How come you have horns?”

“Are you dressed up for Halloween?”

“Halloween isn’t for a long time stupid!”

“Hey!”

Danny’s head was starting to spin. He hadn’t eaten since that morning. The ghosts had decided to make his life a living hell and attack him every ten minutes. Now with this, this was the icing on the cake. Summonings had become somewhat more of an often occurrence. Not by much but enough that it still messed up his day. But you know what? Today is a day to just roll with the punches. So Danny did play hide and seek. He also did some drawings. He even let some of the kids try on his cloak. He even gave some of the older kids flights around the room. Danny had sent a text to the group chat somewhat explaining the situation before focusing again on entertaining the tiny children.

When he asked about an adult that was in charge; he got the answer of mommy and daddy are dead or they weren’t coming back. So he assumed that this was kind of like an orphanage. One where older kids took care of the youngers and everyone watched each other’s backs. That really didn’t sit right with Danny but there really wasn’t anything he could do for them.

So instead he entertained them and played with them. He didn’t know how long they played together, but it was long enough to where the majority of the kids were falling asleep. So he gathered up the youngest ones and had a cuddle pile. His cloak became their blanket. Some of the older kids joined them as well.

They had finally gotten the last little one to sleep when Batman kicked the door down. Danny managed to snag the door before it hit the floor. Green energy enveloping it as he set it down carefully. The hero marched into the room, closely followed by a young woman dressed in what looked like one of those ‘sexy magician’ Halloween costumes he had seen before. Now, if Danny hadn’t been so tired he would have been embarrassed by his reaction. But since he was half mad from sleep deprivation, and maybe a little hunger, considering how long he had gone without an actual proper meal, there were no such feelings. So instead of calmly telling them to be quiet as to not wake up the other kids and that he would explain later. He threatened the pair.

“If either of you end up waking up even one of the kids I will personally make it my mission to make you’re lives extremely difficult.” Danny hisses dangerously, eyes flaring protectively.

The three year old cuddled into his left side stirred slightly. Hazel eyes blinking blearily up at him. Immediately calling Danny’s attention to the little boy. “Shh, shh, go back to sleep Sammy.”

A content purr sounding from the halfa. The little boy, Sammy, did as told and went back to sleep. Danny goes back to glaring at the two adults. He hisses softly when the magician lady takes a step forward. A warning to the back the hell up. Surprisingly she does exactly that and Danny stops hissing. Though his eyes were still narrowed in suspicion.

Batman opens his mouth, probably to demand answers and information, but Danny cuts him short with a warning growl. “I don’t care if you have questions or want to know why or how I got here. I’m waaay to friggin tired to give you any kind of satisfactory answer. So just let me sleep.” A large yawn escapes him. “If you guys want to stay until nap time is over then be my guest.”

Danny then closes his eyes and focused on the children cuddling closest to him. Miranda curls more into his chest, face halfway pressed to his collarbone, and hums sleepily. Adam wakes himself up a bit with a sudden loud snore but settles right back into Danny’s right side, his head resting on the older’s shoulder. Sarah is still situated between his legs with her head lolled in Miranda’s lap. Suzie has her back firmly pressed to the outside of Danny’s left thigh. Sammy’s feet are just barely touching the top of her head. Danny let’s himself relax and bask in the kids’ sleepy emotions. Just before he falls off into sleep he cracks open an eye.

Batman and the magician lady are talking in hushed whispers in the opposite corner of his not so little cuddle puddle. He probably could have listened in on their conversation with his enhanced hearing. Nah, that would take too much effort. So instead he just drops off. This is something future Danny will have to deal with. Current Danny just wants to take a damn nap.

[ask-funnybunnydoll]

Hi!

I think I have to move on.

You may have noticed that all of a sudden my posts have become less and less frequent. That's not on purpose I simply don't have the motivation to keep this ask blog going. I made this blog at the peak of my TADC hyperfixation because I knew it would give me the boost to work. At the start I made like, what? 2 a day, wowzas! Then it became like every other day posts. It's not that I don't enjoy the blog, the ship, the asks. Hell, the asks were the best part of this, I love just seeing what you guys come up with for these three and I get to do the even more fun part of drawing the answer.

But I still have no motivation to keep this going. And I have fixated on something else if you follow my main.

So, thank you for being here and still liking my posts even if I hadn't posted often. This was the most fun I've had and being my first ask blog I ever created just makes it more important to me.

I probably won't ever revive this blog but I'll keep it open for you. And if you want to see what the story I originally planned out was gonna be then check below the cut! Or if you wanna stay curious and theorize then just scroll by. Thank you again, hope ya have a great day and year. I hope my shit was at least okay to you.

I'm not gonna lie. Most of the stuff was just created along the way of drawing. I was like, huh this would be cool let's add that in. And ofc I didn't get to any juicy lore in this but it would've been rushed because I didn't plan beforehand... which you probably could tell xd

For Pomni, here's the plot twist: she's dead and her conscience was updated into the game to keep her somewhat alive. She worked in the place that created the game, she even took part in putting people in there. The entire game was just an expirement to test if immortality was possible, but of course.. everyone goes insane in there so they have to keep on and keep on trying with more and more people to get anywhere. They wait until someone goes to edge of absolute insanity and that's when they take them out of the game, their bodies are still kept alive and they go back to normal. They forget everything that happened while in the game. For Pomni she died just after her conscience was converted to the game, for others they were forced to go while alive. Who killed Pomni? Well, her boss, the head of the experimentation. Why? Idk 😭

For Jax, I gave him a dark story. He was isolated in his home and kept away from the outside world, which is why he lacks empathy, because he simply doesn't know how to feel that way when he never really had knowledge of emotions outside or even inside his home. His father was emotionally and physically ab4sive so.. that didn't help. He latched onto his mother the most but they never saw eachother often. That's all I had for him in mind.

For Ragatha, she lived in the country on her own land with her husband. Yup! She had a husband and a daughter too. Husband was a total jerk and she couldn't leave because she didn't want their kid to experience separated parents. She's a doll in the game because it resembles the doll she made for her daughter.

I also had some plot that I made up in my mind. Like.... Pomni at the end would be the last one alone in the digital circus. That being since she's dead she would just be yknow. Dead if she left the game. Jax and Ragatha leave but only because Pomni forces them. Again don't know how, I probably would have made it up while I went along with the story. So, Pomni is just there alone, with Caine. And she lives like that for eternity. She doesn't go insane anymore and it isn't as lonely as it used to feel like. It would feel like home kind of. But she would be there, longing for her partners forever unless she decides one day to just. Yknow, die..

Also since Jax and Ragatha would forget everything after they leave the game, they just don't remember they were in a relationship and would live their lives like before. Sad and lonely.

Goodness, I forget I make the most sad stories ever sometimes 😭

[hennyjwrites]

The Game: Chapter 1

Summary: Finding out her relationship was a joke to everyone but her, Y/N realizes one thing. Since everyone wants to play, she’ll have to win the game. One thing about it, this game is dangerous and that’s how she likes it.

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Being married to a known member of the Mayans left no question of the dangers that lurk around every corner. That’s part of the reason why you don’t hang around the club anymore, there is too much violence and too many single men for a beautiful woman. Your husband, Manny warned you about all that lurked around the border and why he didn’t want you coming around as much. You typically listened, that being the one thing you both agreed on, but tonight was different.

“C'mon bitch, everyone’s going to be there.” Your best friend of 10 years, Lola begged. She wanted you to attend a party at the club tonight but you had already told Manny you were staying in tonight. Not only was the club going to be filled with drunk Mayans but also drunk members of the Sons of Anarchy. ���Security’s heavy tonight we’ll be fine.”

You sighed from your bed as she and your other friend of a short year, Mica, went through your closet. “It sounds like fun Lo, but I already told Manny I was staying home tonight.”

“Bitch fuck Manny!” She yelled from the deeper part of your closet. She never really liked him but then again she doesn’t like Mica that much either. Lola always claimed there was something off about her but she tolerated her.

Mica walked out the closet first holding up a cute but plain dress that you never wore anymore. “This looks cute mami, you wanna go plain or extravagant tonight?”

Lola walked out after her with a tighter, sexier purple dress that showed off everything you had. “Bitch don’t try and make her look like someone’s abuela.” She mugged mica who flipped her off and walked back to the closet. “Here throw this on so we can go.”

She sensed your slight hesitation before sighing. “Girl, if Manny is already there you think he won’t protect you if something pops off? You need to have a little fun. I miss my best friend.” she pouted. She missed having fun with you, going out getting so drunk that neither of you could do anything but dance in a drunk ass circle.

You smiled at her before standing up. “Let me go fix my hair and we can go.”

-

Walking in the club, the music was blasting as drunk members of both of the clubs were having as much fun as they possibly could surrounded by hyenas and other known women from around the city. Security was posted at each entrance letting everyone drop the weights off their shoulders.

“Let’s go take some shots!” Lola cheered walking with you to the bar. Mica had already disappeared into the crowd when you first showed up.

Sitting at the bar you took shot after shot with Lola, slowly becoming more tipsier quicker than you ever had before. That’s the effect of not getting drunk in years. Somehow you and Lola ended up grinding on each other in the middle of the club, draw

Angel walked up to you, grabbing your attention. “Hey cariño, you finally made it out.” He cheered, clearly more drunk than usual. He pulled you into a hug, whispering in your ear, “guess you finally decided to join in on Manny's fun?” He chuckled, pulling away with a wink. You looked at him confused but didn't have a chance to respond as he turned his attention to Lola.

Manny's fun? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Speaking of, where the fuck was manny. You didn’t have a chance to wonder as another prospect offered you a drink which you gladly accepted and downed it easily feeling the slight burn slide down your throat.

You spent the night drinking with Lola until she ducked off somewhere with Angel. You tried to find mica or manny but you were too drunk to even stumble around correctly.

You drunkenly danced with a random club member and hyena before you were pulled away. You instantly whined. “Woah calm down.” The familiar voice was none other that Coco Cruz. “Manny let you take a pick this time huh?”

Why do people keep saying that to you? “W-what?” You drunkenly hiccuped, confused. Take a pick? What the fuck does that even mean? Coco laughed at your drunken behavior. “C'mon let’s go lay down and wait for tu marido.”

Coco guided you to an empty room, laying you down in the bed. He did mean to find Manny, but he got distracted by a woman walking past him with an obvious look in his eye. He told a prospect to watch the door you were in as he went after her. You on the other hand held no objective as you passed out in the random bed.

-

You rose from the bed, wishing you were dead as the horrible headache took over. You groaned, knowing you got sloppy drunk last night and forgot about the two women who you even showed up with. Walking out of the room you were met with bright lights, passed out bikers and others who were still drinking.

“You look horrible.” Ez laughed loudly before receiving several groans and others telling him to shut the hell up. Of course Ez was on drunky patrol. “I feel worse than I look.” You sat at the bar and placed your head down.

Ez slid a cup of water to your side. You took a sip before looking over to see Angel and Lola in the same predicament as you. They were clearly fucked out and drunk but they still were cuddled up together. They made you think of you and manny. Turning your attention to Ez you asked, “where’s manny?”

His face held a genuine look of confusion. “They weren’t in the bed with you?”

“Who the fuck are you talking about Ezekiel, now’s not the time for jokes.” You whined, annoyed, dizzy and ready to go home. The sound of a door opening and the face Ez made, had you turning around.

There, your husband held the hand of another woman, leading her out the door. “Manny?” You questioned catching his eye. His eyes widened as he stared at you with his mouth dropped. He dropped the woman’s hand who looked at him confused before she turned in the same direction. “Mica?” You spat.

They both stared at you as you stood up. Lola stood up as well ready to back you up.

“Oh.” You laughed angrily. “Y’all got me fucked up.”

[femslashfeb]

HELLO ALL

TLDR

No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st

For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.

(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)

Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.

If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.

Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.

My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.

Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.

I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.

One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.

I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discord🤷‍♀️).

However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.

I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.

Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.

On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.

Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.

That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:

Prompts will be posted tomorrow.

I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.

If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.

FEB 1 - black

FEB 2 - spring

FEB 3 - cake

The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.

Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.

It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.

Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.

❤️🧡🤍💜🩷

Keep loving girls

-PuffPink

[theindescribable1]

The Blog Battles

UPDATE: THE BLOG BATTLES CAN NO LONGER BE JOINED, AFTER JANUARY 5TH YOU CANNOT JOIN ANYMORE! ALL PARTICIPANTS WILL BE CONTACTED

Tw: possible gore and some creepy aspects (distortion)

If you are sensitive to any of the above, maybe don't participate in the Blog Battles or view it!

It has begun. A battle between blogs. You can join, but you may not survive.

This is a game between blogs! You may not know of it, because it was created by me, Carol, B.V, The GGT, and The LA. A.k.a, my friends. This was just a game between us, but now its become a battlefield.

This battle begins every November 5th. It will end when all the participants have finished the battle with their chosen blog.

You were just enjoying a normal day on your blog, notifications went off a few times, you got hearts, comments, or nothing at all! All the usual... but then, your blog started to glitch, YOU started to glitch. Something bad happened to you...But what? You look around to see your blog is completely glitched, and then you yourself glitched into a monster! You are darker now, a glitched and evil version of yourself. We refer to this version of you as your ALTERNATE self. You now want to kill, and if you successfully defeat your opponent, you will win!

Rules:

You can't just say; "*kills the others and wins*" and win just like that, this is technically an art war. And we want it to be fun, ok?

Don't be a sore loser if someone kills you.

Don't be personally offended if someone kills you, and do not hate that person for it, this is a mere game.

Play fairly, no cheating.

Just have fun and be supportive! :)

SURVIVE.

Oh and also, you have to tag your opponent before you start battling, because they have to know! Or else how is it fair?

There can't be more than one blog battling each other at the same time.

If you tag someone and they comment; "Aready In A Battle" Don't fight them. Pick another blog.

The blogs you battle must be in the game.

...SURVIVE!

KILL!

How To Successfully Kill:

Let's say you choose me, Theindescribable1, as your opponent. I have to do 5 drawings of you and me battling, and so do you. If I finish 4 of those drawings and make number 5 the one where I kill you, you are dead. But if you finish 4 before me and post number 5 of you killing ME, the. YOU win. Do whoever posts the death drawing first is the Successful killer and winner. You have to draw 5, I have to draw five. If you don't understand the rules or anything, you don't have to play! Its just a game for fun and no one is required to join.

Can I Come Back To Life?

After the battle, obviously everyone will come back to life... But if you mean if you can be revived while the battle is still ongoing...No. sadly you cannot return to life.

Can I Make A Truce?

Yes. You can make a truce with a blog. You unfortunately can't get that blog to help you target/kill another blog. The truce will only prevent you and the blog you decide to truce with kill each other.

Can I Betray A Truce?

Yes. You may choose to betray your truce and literally backstab the other blog. I advise you not to betray because there isn't much of a point to it, other then a headstart in the attack.

Other Questions?

Any questions you have, please ask me in my ask box or in the comments!

[hd1u]

My Bowser x reader ideas:

Bowser seeking refuge in your kingdom after he escapes Princess Peach's imprisonment.

Princess Peach using you as Bowser bait cause she's sick of being kidnapped n shit (you're totally into it, tho).

Princess Peach x reader x Bowser? I've literally got nothing else cuz I've had Bowser brainrot for a few months now, but omg..... 🫣

This is probably the one I like the most, and the one I've put the most thought into (under cut):

While Bowser is still in Princess Peach's captivity, you wander around his kingdom just cause you think it's cool and like, who's gonna stop you anywayz?

Eventually Kamek and the rest of the Koopa Troop notice you, but they don't really care because they're too busy trying to figure out how to aid Bowser in his escape, along with running the kingdom without him (I'd imagine that mostly lies on Kamek).

You figure hey, you dig this place, and you're bored as hell. Why don't you just become the new ruler for a little while? And that's what you propose to them.

They decide to entertain you, knowing that a random little human isn't gonna be able to do much harm anyway. They don't expect it to go much farther than being an inside joke, but they're surprised when they find out that they actually... Like you? And you're kind of good at this? And it's kind of nice to not have a huge fire-breathing beast with anger issues over their shoulders all the time??? Kamek is also enjoying his much needed break, so it just ends up not being a joke anymore. You're just their ruler now, and they're chill with it.

Anyway, when Bowser inevitably gets out, drama ensues, and it's kind of like a weird custody battle. Reader and him start off on a really bad foot, and they consider each other enemies at first. The only thing that stops Bowser from murking you on the spot is Kamek (lucky, lucky you!), and it is very physical. We're talking movie Bowser here so, he doesn't really care about what's best for his kingdom or what they want fr.

Anyway, a lot of the Koopa Troop really, really like you, but they are also loyal to their king, and let's be real: some of the troop could probably go without Bowser, but that simply isn't allowed. So, you guys basically have to co-parent the troop, even though you hate each other. They even pick a favorite "parent," lol.

Obviously the relationship will escalate to more of a romantic one once you guys really get to talking and interacting or whateva... and yeah.

There's still a lot for me to figure out like, where does this reader even come from? What draws them to the Koopa Kingdom? Do the Koopa Troop aid Bowser in his escape, or do they get carried away with you being their ruler and he ends up having to escape himself?

Lots for me to think about, and lots of plot holes to fill... but I wanted to know what you guys think of this. Is it something you'd be interested in reading? Does anything already seem inaccurate our OOC?

Oh and btw, if you wanna use some of these ideas in your own works, I don't care!!! Go crazy with it! I'm not necessarily new to writing fanfiction, but I've never been particularly good at it so... if I never end up writing these ideas into real stories, I really don't want them to go to waste! I'm going to try my best, but y'know... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think it'd be fun to see others takes on these prompts anyway.

I really love Bowser, and there is not enough x reader fanfiction to satisfy me. I just had to post something... I'm going crazy!!!!!!!!! Feral, even! Help me!! 😩

[spider-jaysart]

Jon Kent week Day 4 (the day that this whole thing was actually meant to be posted on, but I missed it)

Kryptonian culture or Alternate universe

Okay, so this au of mines is called Bed boy au

It's about Jon and the Superfamily being these special beings called "Dream saviours" who live in another realm. Their job is to visit the dreams of many humans everynight to give them joy and good sleep, especially to those who are very sad or depressed and are going through hard times as well

One day Jon is given his first ever assignment to go into Damian's dreams on his first day of the job and is very excited about it. Once he finally interacts with the Boy Wonder in the dream, he can see that he's not really doing so well because of certain things that are currently going on in his real life, so he does his best to cheer him up by using his abilities to create a wonderful dream for him to enjoy that night. After that, they both end up bonding well with eachother, and in the morning Jon goes back home feeling proud of himself at a job well done, while Damian is able to wake up with a smile on his face

Days later, Jon is curious to know how Damian's been doing now and sneakily tries going back to visit him again to check up on him and asks Chris to fill in for him on his other current assignment this time as a favor, which his brother thankfully does for him

Jon meets up with Damian and sees that he's not doing so good once again, so out of concern, he decides to continue visiting Damian's dreams everynight instead to make sure that he's always doing okay, causing himself to not pay attention to his other assignments later on in the future after this decision

In Damian's dreams, they both always go on imaginary adventures together and do many other fun things with eachother as well, and become best friends. Jon begins to wish that he could hang out more with his new friend in the mortal realm, but his kind aren't allowed to visit there though due to the rules in his world, which is a problem for him

And Damian begins to start wishing that Jon was actually real, since he thinks he's only someone who's just apart of his imagination (which is what he actually thinks at first), so he starts to become saddened about it

So after Jon tries escaping the Dream saviours realm one day to try and hang out with Damian in the real world, he unexpectedly gets caught in the act and is banned from visiting Damian anymore after that

Though, after a good while, Jon, not being able to put up anymore with this punishment getting in the way of his friendship, later somehow meets up with Damian again in his dreams and reveals to him about what he actually is and whats going on and they both figure out how to fix all of it in the end. After that, they both have a happy ending where they get to hang out together in real life all the time like they had wanted, without any kind of restrictions holding them back like before

Fun facts:

For the Superfamilies abilities as Dream saviours, they all have the magical power to do many creative things in a persons dream, they can also all float/fly, they never have the need for sleep, so their energy or day schedules are never messed up by their night job because of that, but they could do it if they wanted to, and they can also physically heal others as well, especially humans when they visit them in their dreams, actually healing them in real life while they're asleep so that they can wake up feeling physically better again

While Jon's suit is all pink, especially in his skin and hair, Lois is purple, Clark is light blue, Conner is a greenish blue, Chris is orange, Kara is yellow themed, and Krypto is the lightest blue

[Image ID: Two images of two digital drawings for day 4 of Jon Kent week, which is for the prompt "Alternate universe". The first image is a reference sheet of Kid!Jon Kent who is a "Dream saviour" in an au called "Bed boy au". He is standing in the middle of the drawing with a happy smile, wearing a Superboy suit that is in the colors pink and red instead of his usual red and blue color scheme. He has a gittery pink, see through cape on. The sleeves and collar are also pink and see through with glitter on them too. He also has a yellow, glittering belt on with a red, round jewel as buckle in the middle, along with long red fingerless gloves on both hands, red boots, and the Superman symbol on his chest. He also has pink, glittering skin. His eyes are still blue, but with pink sparkles and his hair is still black, but has pink shine in it now. The background is pink and has little notes about his outfit, which were just described. There is also a white text box on the right next to Jon's head, saying "Jon and the Superfamily are these special beings called "Dream saviors" who live in another realm. Their job is to visit the dreams of many humans every night to give them joy and good sleep, especially to those who are very sad or depressed and are also going through hard times as well.". The artist's signature @spider-jaysart is written next to Jon's left foot. The second image is a digital drawing of Dream saviour!Jon in Damian's dream. Jon is in the left corner of the drawing, happily pointing at himself, greeting Damian, who is standing in the right corner facing his back to the viewer, saying "My name is Jon! I'm here to bring joy to your dreams!". He is wearing the same suit from his reference sheet and Damian is wearing a black sweatshirt. The background is colored light black and the artist's signature @spider-jaysart is written above Jon's right shoulder. /.End of image ID]

@jonkentweek

[hiraunia]

With the final chapter of TCWKTM by @crinklytinfoil upcoming I have decided to celebrate with more doodles. YAY!

(Did I say upcoming, I meant release. Apperently I posted this 3 minutes after the last chapter updated)

I don't know why I have decided that Shrike always wears those night vision goggles(?) now but they look cool at least(GOD I LOVE THEM).

I think I've finally gotten a hang of Dani's hairstyle for my design which is a blessing because in order from the easiest to hardest hair texture to draw is Coily>Straight>Locs>Wavy>Braids>Curly with a jump of times 4 from braids to curly(My hubris for giving Cyan short curly hair has and will continue to keep biting me in the ass).

Speaking of Cyan, I've also updated him. He always has eye bags now cause he feels tired now, more so than the start of the fic at least. Since, unless I've missed something, he's still wearing Black's suit I felt I should make it a part of his outfit. One of the issues I was having when I drew him though was that we still call him Cyan but he wasn't wearing cyan anymore which is an issue when I read the story but when I drew him it just felt odd. My solution to that hangup of mine was to keep the suit and belt black’s but give him the gloves and boots so there's at least some cyan still on him since I don't think it was ever stated that Johnny cut those off, there wouldn't be a reason to and they would fit him better than Johnny's anyways. He also isn’t wearing his backpack thing or helmet(not that I ever drew anyone with theirs anyways) since I figured they probably lost it or some shit. In this pic no one is wearing theirs but that’s just because I wanted them to look like they were chilling, Cyan straight up doesn’t have his.

Funnily enough this is the one that took the least amount of time to make, I started it yesterday and finished it like now though I do attribute that to a stroke of sudden inspiration that I was able to draw in my sketchbook so honestly most of the work was the coloring.

Drawing these guys just kinda being silly is so fun it's unfair, especially Purple. This man has done so much bullshit, I should shoot him on sight but the moment I pick up my pen he appears, the motherfucker! A pretty fun aspect of these purple are, as you can see, he's using Grey's skin. While I'm pretty sure in the story he looks the exact same I figured it would be more fun for drawing purposes to mix the two of them together to create some distinction rather than just drawing Grey with a purple suit.

My design for Grey had him as average height but more stout(at least comparatively for my artstyle) while Purple was a little more scrawny and tall which worked well for what I wanted to do. His bangs are center parted when Grey's bangs are gathered in the center. Also I drew their expressions differently, when it's Purple I draw his more bitter/sour, I decided that most of his expressions are squinty and tend to furrow the brows while Grey's are more, I'm not sure how to put it, genuine?

As you can probably tell I really enjoy trying to come up with the character's designs myself but I know when to throw in the towel and admit someone did better than me. I tried to come up with a design for Olive/Finch myself but I just could not come up with one I liked even equally let alone more than @krysmcscience 's design. They really captured their energy well so I’m just using theirs.

Ayy, I drew my take on good old Johnny boy. I think I did a pretty good job making him look older without him becoming a mass of wrinkles.

Drawing Flayer's ship was pretty fun, I've been trying to draw backgrounds and objects more so it was good practice. We obviously don't know what it actually looks like yet other than it is made of flesh and metal so I definitely had to just make shit up. For these bitches sake I hope it's bigger than what I designed because it is going to suck otherwise. Just as I'm typing this I kinda already wanna redesign it though.

I went for something more simple based of the premise that ships are complicated and difficult to make; the whole thing is kinda supposed to look like the flesh is doing a lot of the work to keep it together to compensate for a lack of technical knowledge and skill but just now I remembered that Flayer was the head of the mechanics so she almost certainly has more than enough knowledge and experience to make a good ship on her own even without the flesh. Oh well, I can redesign it when we learn more. I'm keeping its face though, the face was a completely but incredibly happy accident.

Also, I find it interesting that the Imposter’s missions are usually about them destroying biomechanical technology but one of Flayer's named imposter abilities is to use her genetic material to create machinery that fuses artificial and organic material.

Bounus Doodles!

I'm pretty sure these were all drawn sometime before the new year but they were all I had and I didn't want to post one image of doodles so enjoy them now.

While I am still proud of Brown and Devon making out I think my favorite doodle here is Cyan and his judgmental ass face. Why is he staring at Finch like, he is not in any position to but judging like that.

I also borrowed Kry's designs for Red and Umber, I couldn't help myself for Umber, it was just too perfect!

Not sure how I feel about my take on Skeld!White(Finnegan I CANT-). I'm not sure if it's just I'm so used to seeing Kry's design that anything else feels weird or just that I made him too baby faced and princessy. I tend to draw men that are very pretty and feminine so I think I went overboard when I tried my hand since he was usually described similar to how I would normally design a man.

[lemonisntreal]

Wips I made since I got new pens <3 [gonna line and color these guys later]

Moon drawing-style update, I guess :D it's a LOT less drastic than some of my other updates to this man, so that's nice. Finally going full-in on the double thumbs too since I decided I like it a lot, and him not having thumbs would just bring up too many questions ~_~

Fun fact about TD: I considered the idea that his extra thumbs were somehow removed, but I already put this man through enough if I'm being honest, so that's not happening anymore. But it's something to think about if you're like me and have questions and like the possibility of angst :/ [and feel robbed that he didn't have two thumbs in the actual movie]

Also, realized the other day that his head was actually pentagonal during a rewatch of Sing [MAN'S VERY SHAPED ACTUALLY BUT I'M NOT GONNA RANT ABOUT IT RN :DDD] [PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY RESTRAINING MYSELF] [HHNGGHGHAGAGGAA-]

It was specifically during the "Call Me Maybe scene" because that's when it goes from being a podcast to becoming a movie again for a minute or two before I tab back out again lol.

[Gonna try and post more often guys. Sorry about the random weeks of radio silence. I have a lot planned for what I want to draw/write/do. Oml so many drafts- yeah-]

[koalaphoenix]

I was going through my art folder on my phone and realized how far I've come with how I draw Shay (and her different forms).

Way back in 2021 I drew her for the first time. She effectively came from a dream I had, where I lived her life in one night. But the struggle was I never actually really saw what Shay/I looked like in the dream. I knew what I was, who I was, but not what I looked like, beyond my hands. One of the most spectacular dreams I've ever had, by the way.

So early on when I was streaming, I decided to take a crack at drawing the dragon woman I'd been in the dream. I couldn't even really remember my/her name, although with help from my friends it came to me.

The first sketch was... Rough, at best. I had no clue how to draw an anthro creature, which Shay effectively was. I used multiple references to even sorta rough out what I wanted, and the result was not spectacular. But it was a start.

Then I was memeing with my friends about our D&D characters. I fully intended to RP as Shay when we began a campaign. It led to the version above - the first proper drawing where I was mostly happy with her overall design.

Late 2021 and I tried to push myself a little further, although I still didn't know what I was doing.

Art block hit me like a truck for a few months. When I finally managed to get drawing again, the results were initially really, really bad. But it wasn't too long and I drew what would end up being a far more finalized version of her design, the template for many future works. She was a more agile figure than her design sketch. I adjusted her horns to make more sense anatomically, and to fit better with her hair.

And also I drew abs on her.

Then there were several more drawings. I touched on alternate versions, put her in some fun situations as self indulgence, tried to experiment with difficult poses. There was a lot of struggle, as I still couldn't quite get her head shape consistent.

Then I found some new resources, and on a whim I drew what's becoming my favorite alternate version of her: Shayaa.

(Flat color iteration shown)

Shayaa was born out of two thoughts. I wanted a version of Shay that was a little thicc, and I wanted a version where she hadn't been abandoned. This ended up with her in armor, and was a leap forward in terms of quality and some design cues. The softer snout, more defined mouth, and thicker horns ended up really helping me draw her more consistently.

I was worried that it was one of those cases where I went beyond my actual ability and wouldn't be able to replicate it, but I was mostly wrong.

I decided I wanted to adjust "prime" Shay's design a bit, to improve her visibly aging and to widen the gap between her and Shayaa to emphasize their differences. I thinned her up a bit, made her muscles more lean, and rounded her features to make her appear more youthful - she's in her early 20s at the start of Godbreaker, but I saw her design as more in her late 20s or early 30s. She was always intended to be more lean than I'd drawn her, but skill issue. I also kinda hated parts of her default outfit, they seemed off and weren't the easiest to draw.

And now? I'm pretty satisfied with her design. She looks younger and more lean, and ideally a little less "civilized." Her hair got spikier to make it easier for me to draw - I suck at floofy hair. She's still pretty big, at 6'7" tall, but she doesn't look like a brick house anymore (nothing wrong with that, I love brick houses, she was just not intended to be that).

But yeah. Going through the old art, a lot of which I can't add to this post, it really hit home to me how much in such a relatively short time she's changed since the first real sketch, how much I've changed...

...And how much has stayed the same.

Aaaand to not end on any sort of deep moment, holy shit her old feet were HUGE.

[fayes-fics]

Congrats on 200 followers. May I make a request? I love Anthony Bridgerton modern AU. Maybe something with the prompts “friends don’t do shit like this” and “i love to hear you moan my name.”

Thank you, you’re the best!

Are we friends?

Friends + Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Old friends become something more.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, swearing.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny! Thank you and thanks for this prompt. I've never written modern AU before and can I just say this was SO MUCH FUN!! Yet again I have written a fucking epic, rather than 500-word ficlet. This is a little late for posting as it is a 3K MONSTER. I need a strong word with myself. I hope you enjoy. <3

House parties. Sometimes they suck, and sometimes, well, they are a revelation.

You are never happier than when your oldest and best friend Daphne finds Simon. But attending their house-warming party is, well, intimidating. You’ve known the Bridgertons your whole life, your parents' farm backing onto a corner of their giant country estate, but it appears Simon is from another level of wealth even than her. The place they have bought together is frankly ridiculous—the penthouse of a fancy all-glass building overlooking the Thames. Everything is tasteful, chic, modern and eye-wateringly expensive. It makes your cute garden flat in Ealing look, well, pokey as fuck, to be honest. As you self-consciously wander around stealing delicious canapes, you feel out of place; your perfectly presentable high-street-store heels probably shouldn't even be allowed to walk on such pristine marble.

You round a corner to a quiet nook, into what appears to be a home office when you see him staring out the window across the lights of London at night. Daph’s oldest brother, head of the family, and CEO of Bridgerton Investments, Anthony. Yours has always been an antagonistic dynamic. He carries himself with the ease and arrogance of a rich man of the upper echelons of London society. So much of his demeanour and standing is almost an affront to your hardworking, make-your-own-way-in-the-world mentality. Fuck if he isn't handsome, though. 

“Y/n,” he greets with a rich tone, “it's been too long. Still bringing the world to rights?”

He remembers you’re a journalist.

“Anthony,” you respond in kind, “still making the rich richer?”

He barks a laugh at your riposte and takes a swig of something expensive looking. 

“Come now, have a drink with me; let’s both give the world a rest for the night,” he suggests, pouring you something from a side cabinet. 

You shrug and move to take the glass he proffers, “I can do that, old friend.”

“Less of the old,” he chides, giving you a sideways glance as you pull up in front of the same view.

“I've known you my whole life Anthony,” you volley, “you can't lie to me about just how close to forty you are, not the way you do to all those Mayfair girls.”

“Ouch,” he feigns a chest injury, “don't forget, I remember when you were born, you can’t pretend to be twenty-five anymore either y/n.”

“It's rude to ask a lady her age; it's even ruder to remind her,” you shoot back, taking a deep draw of the liquor. Damn, this stuff is good.

It's like no time has passed since you last did this. This is always your dynamic - antagonistic friendly fire until he finds a younger, less challenging, prettier woman to take home. Not that you’ve ever thought it would go further, but he always seems so flirty.

He turns his whole body towards you, leaning a shoulder casually on the window. “No boyfriend?” his tone smug.

“Left him handcuffed to my bed,” you jest, draining your glass.

“Lucky fuck,” he breaks into a suggestive smile.

You give him a pointed look and waggle the empty glass at him. He raises an eyebrow, then takes and refills it. He crowds a little closer on his return, his fingers lingering on yours as he hands you the drink.

“Seriously though…” 

“Too busy,” you shrug, deciding on honesty, “no one worthy.” You take another swig, chasing the louche feeling you get after a couple of drinks when the world doesn't seem so bad. 

“That last part, I can believe,” his voice pitched a little lower.

It's your turn to throw him a sideways glance. “How many drinks have you had?” you ask warily.

He gusts a laugh that you feel over your cheekbone. “Enough to know what I'm doing, not enough for it to impact performance.”

This is something new—blatant sexual allusion.

You turn to face him, almost akin to a challenge. If he wants to try this, you're intrigued to see how just how far he’ll push it.

“Performance often a problem, Bridgerton?” you raise an eyebrow, invoking his last name and draining your second drink.

He takes both of your empty glasses and sets them aside.

“No complaints yet,” he crowds closer, his hand reaching to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, “but maybe you can give me some honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback, hmmm?” 

It's the last thing he says before his lips land on yours.

He tastes of whiskey and expensive cigars he likely smoked earlier on the balcony. He pulls you against his body, snaking one arm around to rest low on your back, the other curling around your head to direct the kiss. And what a fucking kiss. You can't deny he knows precisely what to do. His tongue is teasing but skilled, parrying and dancing with yours. 

“Thoughts?” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back a little, his fingers edging lower onto your butt.

“Friends don’t do shit like this,” you respond opaquely, smiling against him.

“Are we friends?” he queries with a playful tone, moving to kiss down your neck.

“Hmm, good point, at best you are my friend's arrogant older brother,” you reply, running a hand up into his luscious thick hair and scratching your nails across his scalp. 

He hums against your skin in response. “And you are the bratty know-it-all friend of my little sister - definitely not friends.” He concludes, biting lightly at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Well, with that decided, perhaps we should get on with things?” you challenge with your best seductive tone.

He smiles wolfishly and pulls back, taking both your hands in his and walking backwards out of the room, pulling you along with him.

“Where are we going?” you laugh.

“Where I should have taken you a long fucking time ago,” he gruffs, “to bed.”

“Anthony!” you admonish, shocked at his audacity.

“Oh, don't play coy with me now, y/n,” he scolds quietly, “we have been playing this game for almost ten years now, and finally, you take the bait I've been offering you all this time. I'm not letting you go now.”

The possessive, arrogant attitude oozes out of every fibre of his being; on any other person that would have earned a slap and maybe even a drink in the face. But on him. Well, it's disarmingly attractive.

“And where do you propose we do that? I'm not going to have sex in my best friend's bed!” you hiss.

He pulls a face at the idea of doing anything in his sister's room, then, after a pause, leans forward. “Who do you think owns the other penthouse in the building?” he buzzes near your ear.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you roll your eyes.

“Actually, I am,” he chuckles, squeezing your hands, “wouldn't want to live that close to Simon. It's a friend’s place; he lent me his keys while in Dubai this week. Figured I’d want to crash there after this party.”

“Is there anyone rich in London you don't know?” your voice incredulous, but a smile creeps over your features despite yourself.

He pretends to consider the question. “No one worthy of knowing,” he winks. Then his face takes on a more sober mien. “So, will you?”

“Will I what?” 

“Come with me,” he whispers, pulling you into him and nudging his nose against your temple.

You realise he’s giving you an out. All the bluster of the early challenge was just that. He is serious, making a fond feeling bloom in your chest.

“Yes,” you murmur with a shy smile, giving his jaw a quick kiss.

“Good,” he says, spinning to stand by your side, keeping one hand in yours. “Let’s get out of here before they rope us into something truly horrendous like karaoke.”

“Karaoke, really?”

“Simon bought a machine,” he physically shudders as he recalls it, pulling you across the hallway towards the front door.

_____

You suspect it might be awkward once you are alone in the other apartment with Anthony, but he doesn't give you a chance to think about it. 

Soon as the door is closed, he doesn't even flip on the light; he just crowds you against the back of the door and pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss. The kind that makes your bones liquefy, feeling like you could slide into a puddle on the floor. The fucker knows how to kiss; you’ll give him that.

As he kisses you senseless, a hand quests up under your dress. You are astonished when he full-on cups your pussy with force, almost lifting you against the door.

“Give a girl some warning,” you pant, breaking away from his lips. The heat and pressure of his hand making you flood your knickers even more.

“I've given you ten years of warning; I'm not about to go slow now,” he announces with a tone that brokers no argument.

Oh fuck. This could get dangerous, real fast.

His middle finger starts to stroke hard against you, dragging into your slit, pushing the material against your soaked skin.

“I can feel how wet you are through these,” he growls. “So don't pretend you need any more teasing. I could fuck you right here.”

“Take them off,” you surprise yourself with that breathless request.

“Gladly,” his hands slide to your hips, pulling the material down. His smile is deadly as he sinks to his knees, dragging his hands heavily over the contour of your legs. You step out of them, and he pushes your dress up above your waist and buries his nose right against your trimmed public hair.

“God, you smell good,” he moans, inhaling deep, his tongue snaking out and lapping a line into your slit, catching against your clit.

“Fuck, Anthony,” your moan loudly.

“I love to hear you moan my name,” he growls, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and diving deeper into you. “Do you know how many times I've thoughts about this?” he hisses against your heated flesh. “And still reality exceeds expectation.”

“You have thought about this?” you struggle to form a sentence as he works his tongue so hard you see stars.

“Ten fucking years y/n,” he answers, almost pained, looking up and holding your gaze fiercely. “And now I'm going to make sure you never want to fuck anyone else.”

The challenge, the possessiveness, the desperation in his voice - it's blisteringly hot. 

“Please fuck me, Anthony,” you breathe.

“Only once you have cum into my mouth,” he answers, making you cry out as he buries a finger into your cunt. Then another, pushing hard.

“But I need you now, please, please”, you chant.

“Not yet,” is the last thing he says before he pushes his whole face into you and uses everything to make you cum faster than anyone has before in your life. His nose, his lips, his tongue, his fingers. The vibration he creates through his rich sounds. Nothing, and you mean nothing you have experienced before, comes close. He actually bites your clit between his teeth. It's just the right side of pain, and that is what pushes you over the edge. You know you are babbling and screaming, and god knows what. Usually, you would be embarrassed by the gush you feel, but he just heaps praise as you come hard onto his face, greedily lapping it up and asking for more.

“Now you are ready,” he preens as you stare down at him slack-jawed, panting, almost lightheaded.

He pulls you to the floor and finds the zip on your dress, peeling it off your body while you are still floating in some blissful state. Your bra soon follows, and you only start returning to the room as he hovers over your naked body, his lips dragging near your nipples. Him still fully clothed.

“Get undressed,” you grouse at him, pulling at the buttons low on his shirt.

He chuckles and sits up on his haunches between your legs, quickly unbuttoning the shirt and tossing it aside.

“These too,” you swat at his jeans as if they cause you personal offence. Pausing to admire his torso in the moonlight as you so do.

“Are you always so bossy after an orgasm?” he laughs.

“Give me another one some time, and maybe you’ll find out,” you retort, having no idea where that came from.

“Some time? Some time?” He repeats incredulously, pulling down his zipper, “how about right the fuck now?”

“That works,” you shrug, “let's see if you can,” then break into a grin.

“I can't believe you still want to spar with me, even naked” he shakes his head, but there's an affection in his voice. He is peeling down his jeans and underpants, lowering himself back onto you. You bring up your feet to push his jeans the rest of the way off and reach to grab his bare, shapely ass. 

“Anthony Bridgerton, there is nothing sexier in the world than sparring with you,” you sigh, your mouth running away from you, those two drinks making your lips looser than usual. Too late now; it's out there. 

He goes still above you. “Do you mean that?” his voice sounds a little winded.

“Always,” you reply, and even in the darkness of the unlit apartment, you see a few emotions flash over his handsome face. 

Wanting to break the slight tension, you pull a face at him. “Now, are you going to fuck me on this very expensive-looking, very soft, by the way, rug? Or do I need to drag you to that outrageously overpriced couch?” He’s giggling now. “There’s probably a bed that costs more than my entire apartment somewhere if you prefer?” you joke, the buzz of his amusement cresting hard through your veins.

His laughter peals louder the longer you speak. “I can honestly say I have never laughed this much while about to have sex,” he almost snorts.

“You haven't been fucking the right people,” you retort, grinning.

“Clearly not,” his reply is droll. “Good thing I am now,” he adds, raising an eyebrow and giving you a surprisingly tender kiss. 

You don't really want to think through all the connotations behind that statement.

“Shit,” he breaks away and drops his head suddenly onto your chest, “I forgot condoms. Fuck! Do you have any? If not, I can see if may….”

“Anthony,” you interject calmly, “are you clean?”

“Yes, of course,” he frowns.

“So am I, and I have an IUD. So y’know it's ok, really.”

“Really,” his eyes go wide.

“Really,” you repeat and touch his face.

“I've not done it like this in a long time,” he admits in a surprisingly quiet voice.

You smile up at him and reach between you, grabbing him for the first time. His breathing stutters, and he moans hard against your ear. You can't see much in the low light, but he feels wonderful. Girthy enough to be a proper handful, long enough to need two hands, most likely. Oh yes fucking please is all you can think. You guide him towards your body and let him take over.

He teases, ploughing against you, catching your clit with his tip. You inhale sharply at that. Then he leans down to hook his lips onto yours as he pushes lower and finds your entrance.

He pushes into your body at just the right pace - it's not a tease, it's not violent - it's just an insistent delicious stretch getting stronger and stronger as he advances. This is what the fuck it should always be like, you think to yourself, exhaling hard.

“Oh fuck y/n,” Anthony gulps when he reaches the hilt. “I'd forgotten what this feels like. You are so hot and tight, and fuck, I'm sorry, I'm not going to last long. It's just….” 

“It's okay,” you reassure him; you are already halfway there again; it won't take much to pull you over the edge. Just feeling so viscerally invaded, the stretch pulling all the skin around your cunt, your clit pulled down taut towards his shaft. “Just fuck me, Anthony.”

He groans at that and starts to move, withdrawing from your body slowly and then pushing back in fast. You rasp with the feeling, him almost bodily moving you across the floor. Then he increases the pace and strength of his thrusts, resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes intensely. He is dragging along all the right spots, and you push up hard against him, loving the scratch of his chest hair against your nipples. 

He growls and changes angle, hooking his arms around your shoulders. Now he is catching against that place deep inside that hurts so right. It makes your skin hum, and your body shake. You grab his bum and pull him into you harder, begging for more. He reacts with an almost predatory kiss, plundering your mouth. It's never been quite this intense before. It feels like he is everywhere all at once. You draw your legs up either side of his hips, widening your stance, opening yourself up more to him; to this. His public bone is hitting right onto your swollen clit. Yes, that is it. Fuck, if you don't want this to hurt a little, something to remind you of this fantastic night. 

You don't have time to warn him before the pulsation starts deep inside, gripping him like a vice, and he roars your name. It's different to your first orgasm; it's wave after wave of body convulsions that you don't fight. You feel him stutter and curl against you as he pulses hard inside you.

He collapses on top of you, spent and breathing heavy. You both seem incapable of words. Just hands caressing and slowing heartbeats.

“Anthony,” you whisper after a few moments.

“Mmmm,” he barely raises his head from your shoulder, kissing the skin there.

“Do you want that ‘honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback’ now?” you parrot his words from earlier back to him.

“Do your worst,” he chortles against your neck.

“No complaints,” you sigh. “Absolutely no fucking complaints,” you state categorically, running your hands over his back.

“Good,” he smiles against your skin. “Cos, we are going to need to do this again.” He pulls up to look down at you. “Repeatedly.”

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[mustangs-flames]

Rereading the series!! I am now going to. brain rot about this funky little man. God I love the blurriness between Cesar and It. Like. At what point does It become Cesar? Where do you draw the line? Because if someone had all your memories, your face, your name, everything except your personality, is that you or is that someone else? Because It technically knows everything about Cesar, but never having lived it out is such a strange thing. It's like trying to act like a person after having read their biography, but even then you'd still be able to act like them because one has experienced pain, and hardship, and struggle. I think it's more similar to a person who knows all the theory of art trying to replicate Michelangelo's style. No matter how hard one tries, one does not have the muscle memory, or the experience that Michelangelo has accumulated over his many years of art. Even if it were to be replicated, it would lack the life that the original had. So what's the point of trying to replicate a piece, when you can cultivate your own? But alt!cesar has only ever known tracing, and stealing, not in a bad way, simply in an instinctive way, the way we would not call a tiger something evil for killing a deer. It does what it was supposed to do, but where did the lines blur? Where do the lines blur???? God this is so interesting. It is Cesar, but it is not Cesar. Cesar's personality entwines with that strange canvas of knowledge, forming this amalgamation of an entity- not the person it mimics, but not itself either. What is it? It is like a sculpture of Cesar, the weeping angel that moves closer when you do not look. Made to depict human life, but still lifeless. No matter how lifelike a sculpture may be, it will never have that essence of human life that the person that it depicts does. If you are a sculpture of another being, then what are you? Neither the being nor an entity of your own. God I am sorry this is just very hard for me to comprehend so I am brain dumping to you in hopes to make it make sense in my head. So far I think the sculpture metaphor works the best for alt!cesar, not the person you are depicting, but not yourself, either. You don't have your own personality- you're just there to show. Show the Morningstar, probably. Show them (im not sure what pronouns the Morningstar uses) what, exactly? I'm going to have to figure that out but dear lord this is so interesting and I have never had so much fun analysing something in a long while. God I can barely imagine the horror Mark feels towards alt!Cesar, considering he's completely convinced this thing took his best friends face to torment him. Good lord, like give the silly guy a rest... damn..... I'm excited to see their dynamic post the revelation, and how mark takes it. (probably not well lmfao. I doubt he'll ever take it well. Yikes. Like, extreme Yikes.)

Augh, I'm sorry for how long it's taken me to respond to this :/

Yeah, I'm really excited to explore alt!Cesar's identity crisis in Part 6. Because it's such a strange existence. He doesn't know what he is anymore, but he knows he doesn't want to be Cesar. He doesn't view himself as such and yet he has all these memories and feelings and thoughts, and just how much of it comes from the person he replaced? It's no wonder he decides to take it all out on Mark, because it's easier to hate someone and blame them for everything than sit and think things through - especially because the deer doesn't foster an environment safe enough for alt!Cesar to even do that in.

And it doesn't help that Mark views him as an extension of Cesar - of being no better than a puppeted version of his best friend's corpse. Thatcher and Dave are able to be more emotionally detached from that side of it - because they never knew the real Cesar. Thatcher only ever met him in relation to the case and Dave never met him at all.

Plus Dave and alt!Cesar make a connection a little easier, because Mark hated Dave too for a while. Dave exists as a representation that a healthier relationship with Mark can happen. alt!Cesar just needs to put in the effort and realise that these things take time and that he ultimately has to be okay with the fact that Mark may never accept him at all, because he isn't obligated to.

[motherthroat]

a few wild west au fun facts

it's gen, not romance-centric.

i didn't plan for mike to smhow become the face of it but it did start off as a way for me to draw a cooler him (to make up for myself after seeing aus that made me sigh n log out).

mike's hat was originally black. changed it bc he needs color blocking + eddie's the all-black hellfire member. they have similar hairstyles n height too smh so the hat is a big differentiator.

arush came up w midnight as his horse's name, i didn't suggest it. didn't even know it until he posted this. but i like it so i'm making it canon.

honestly still not 100% sure if barkeep!will's set in stone. i want things to resemble the actual show*. they're still a lower middle class family, jon's a photographer, will COULD work at a bar if he's there as just an employee, not an owner, n doesn't actually enjoy serving tough types thru fake camaraderie or cleaning after their shit. little guy... he's still an artist on his spare time too.

if u think i'll ever make an au where guns aren't the byers bros' childhood trauma u're wrong 🙄. they could be gunslinging cowboys, they just don't wanna.

mike's a part of an outlaw group bc he can. it's simply canon that he's a privileged upper middle class white man that puts himself w the underdogs lmaoo. seems kinda dickish now that i've said it

the wild west equivalent of the basketball team exists n lucas is a part of it.... the rzn why he doesn't wear a hellfire logo anymore. *go back to point 5. i'm still working on it #trust ✌️

the party r adults. wheelclair were a bit too clean in the first art ngl. where's the slight age showing? the lines n the scruff?

atp mike n will r nothing but childhood friends w sexual tension.

mike's gay, it's my au n i get to decide. living out a comphet lifestyle thru his flings w women (expectedly─ u don't have much option when ur ih is severe lol. also i'm personally beating up the gold star rhetoric believers on behalf of my gf).

fucking stop w the brokeback mountain jokes. u can have ur 2 cowboy boyfriends smwhere else, i like my pairs contrasting w diff occupations n roles.