#classyfruit

[classyfruit]

Happy #TransDayOfVisibility! It is important, today more than ever, to repeat the message loud and clear so that it echoes worldwide: Trans rights are human rights. All of us have a beating heart, all of us matter. We need to protect each other fiercely.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, lovelies! Just wanted to share my print from Maggie with you all! 💋

The print itself is so fucking beautiful! @classyfruit you really outdid yourself with this drawing ♥️🌈 I love it!

[p-jtarts]

Inspired by this

..love me some Donna

[blood-red-ocean]

really glad u loved the idea! i was afraid it's too silly cause I'm not thinking properly right this moment(it's past 3am in my country)

anyway, thank you for agreeing to write for femSal! can't wait to see what you come up with!

Sorry it took so long, this is my first request so I wanted to make it perfect!

Fem!Sal x Reader

The original request can be found here! This work is inspired by @classyfruit's genderbent Moreau art! Word count: 2.3k. Warnings: None

There may be typos <3 -----------------------------------------------------------------

The crunching of leaves underfoot ignited a kind of childlike joy in you as you wove your way through the trees. The snow was melting, the harsh winter finally coming to an end and at last, you were able to return to your favourite place in the Village.

The sun would no doubt have melted all the ice away by now – or at least you had heard from your neighbour that the lake was liquid once more, he had seen it on his way back from his foraging trip and he wanted to let the Village’s resident ‘water baby’ know. As soon as you had heard the news, you packed your satchel to the brim with your sketchbook, pencils, and snacks enough to last you hours, and off you went.

The sun warmed your shoulders and face as you went, and you took a moment to let your head fall back, relishing in it. Three months cooped up inside your house had taken its toll, and you were ecstatic to be out in the fresh air again. As you approached the lake, a slight breeze kicked up, sending the faintest of ripples across the surface, warping the reflections of the nearby trees. The ground was soft and muddy from the melting snow, but thankfully your usual spot – a large, flat rock, jutting out over the water – was free of dampness. You climbed atop it with a grunt and settled down, letting the sun warm you for a moment, basking in the feeling.

You frowned slightly into the distance a while later, your sketchbook open in your lap. You chewed absentmindedly on the end of your pencil, waiting for inspiration to strike you. The sunlight was casting thin ribbons of parchment-coloured light through the gaps in the trees on the opposite side of the lake to you, and you just couldn’t figure out how to encapsulate it within a drawing. But damn, you wanted to.

A faint splashing sounded from below the edge of your rock seat, and you put your sketchbook aside, leaning slowly over the edge and looking down. The sight of silver, shimmering shapes darting just beneath the water’s surface brought a smile to your face, and you readjusted to lay on your stomach, reaching down. As you gently trailed your fingertips along the surface of the lake, you giggled as the shimmering shapes nibbled your fingers curiously, some of them bumping up against your hand as they swam by.

“Well, hi to you, too,” you whispered. The fish swam beneath the surface of the water as if dancing, and you smiled softly, watching them. You pushed yourself back up to a kneeling position, feeling in your satchel for the container of mealworms you had brought with you, scattering some of them into the water. You sat back again and started to draw, oblivious to the larger rippled which were approaching from elsewhere in the lake.

The next day found you back at the lake again, not wanting to miss a day of being in your sanctuary. The sun was high in the sky, which was just as clear as the day before. You were distracted as you made the same walk as yesterday, and you didn’t notice the object on your rock seat until you were about to sit down. You made a noise of surprise and peered at it. It seemed to be an old boot, something from far before your time. It was covered in algae and aquatic moss, and the sole had been eroded over time. You looked around, thinking that somebody was playing a prank; but when you saw nobody, you simply shrugged and picked the boot up, placing it beside the rock in the soft mud. Again, you drew, this time paying close attention to the mud below the rock, trying to emulate the textures and patterns of it. Again, you fed the fish gathered near your seat some mealworms. And again, you were oblivious to the ripples rolling across the water’s surface.

The third day you went back to the lake, a sight saddened you somewhat. There, on the muddy bank, beside the untouched boot, was a small bone. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be a fish skull. You held it delicately in your hands, turning it this way and that, intrigue mixing with your faint sadness at the poor thing’s state. Holding it as if it were glass, you bent over by the edge of the lake and let it roll out of your hand into the water, fading from view as it sunk to the depths. You settled yourself down on your rock perch again, pulling your sketchbook out of your bag and, with one hand drawing and the other holding an apple you took occasional bites from, you began to sketch the intricacies of a piece of driftwood, floating atop the water. It bobbed up and down, slowly, as ripples coursed across the water’s surface. This time, just before you left to go home, you leaned over and whispered to the group of fish swilling in lazy circles beneath the steadily elongating shadow of the rock, telling them a fairytale from your childhood. Something you did quite often, even if it didn’t quite make sense.

The fourth day arrived and with it, dark clouds, heavy with rain. That didn’t stop you, though, as you simply grabbed your raincoat from the hook by the door and set out towards the lake again, slipping and sliding and laughing in the muddy puddles on the way. The lake had swelled with the overnight showers of rain, the boot now having been swept away. The rain had ceased for now, and you slowly climbed atop your rock again – stopping in your tracks as you saw something on the very edge. You peered closer and your eyes widened at the sight of an eel skeleton, curled up neatly on the edge of the rock. You looked around again, more vigilantly this time. The only footsteps in the muddy earth were that of your own, and the trees looked undisturbed, as well.

The eel skeleton looked beautiful, in a delicate, morbid way. You stepped off of the rock and to the water’s edge, where the mud was the softest, and you started to dig. With shaking hands, you very carefully lifted the skeleton and placed it in the makeshift grave, covering it up again and placing a rock on top. You took a moment to be pensive, and as you stared into the water, you saw ripples distorting the reflection of the trees. Following them with your gaze, you could see that they originated from the center of the lake. Stepping closer, just below the surface of the water you could see a faint, misshapen shadow lurking below. You frown and take another step, the water lapping at the toes of your shoes. Just as quickly as you had seen the shadow, it darted away, and the rain started to fall again, stirring the surface of the lake, rendering anything underneath invisible.

There were no peculiar objects on your seat the next day. The sun was high in the sky again, the lake still swollen from the previous day, and your fish friends had resumed their usual habit of circling for food beneath your rock perch. You laid on your stomach, fingers trailing through the water again as they swam excitedly. Lost in thought, the shadow moving towards you beneath the surface of the water went unnoticed. What was very much noticed, however, was one of the fish flying out of the water, soaring in an arc over you and landing with a wet shlap in the mud to the side. Gasping, you half rolled and half fell off of the rock, hastening to pick up the frantically flopping and flailing fish, gently placing it back in the water to join its friends.

“What the hell…” You breathed. There was another splashing sound and another fish flew out of the water, narrowly missing your face as it soared across your field of vision, landing back in the water. Returning to the rock and looking over the side of it, you saw all of the group still there, unharmed and circling as before. Mind reeling with questions and confusion, you looked around, trying to figure out what happened.

“I’m tryin’ to flirt with you!”

The sudden disembodied voice startled you, hands gripping the rough surface of your perch so as to not fall face first into the lake. Sensing movement out of the corner of your eye, you turned, and your gaze met those of someone almost completely submerged in the water. Their eyes were dark, a slight frown on their face as they stared you down. It looked as if they were wearing a crown of bones, and you gulped.

“Hey, are- are you okay?” Trepidation and intrigue combined in your chest to create a potent blend that kept you fixed to the spot.

The figure didn’t speak at first. And then: “I was tryin’ to flirt with you. Didya not like my gifts?”

The voice carried a tone of insecurity, confusion and determination. It was low and husky, like the vocal version of the crunch of gravel as it is stepped on – and it had a kind of warbled tremor, like the ripples of the lake itself. But it was pleasant, and you wanted to hear more. You sat back down on the rock and crossed your legs, pulling your sketchbook out of your bag and running your fingertips along the spine to soothe yourself.

“Flirt with me?” You asked.

“Yes,” The figure responded. The water rippled around them as they started to move up out of the water, and you saw that the figure was a woman, her skin tinged the same green-blue as the lake. “D’you not like my gifts?” She repeated.

“I… I didn’t realise they were gifts, to be honest.” The woman sloshed closer through the water, coming to fold her arms on the edge of the rock and rest her head upon them. You continued, “I hope I didn’t offend you with my actions.”

The woman stared up at you for a long moment. “Nope,” She said. “I see you here a lot. You’re good to the critters here.” As she spoke, you could detect the faintest lilt in her voice, which somehow made you want to hear her speak even more, if that were possible. Silence fell between the two of you, and without knowing what else to do, you grabbed a pencil from your satchel and started to sketch, not really paying attention to anything but her proximity.

“What’re you doin’?”

“Huh? Oh—” You glanced down at the paper before you, realizing that you had absentmindedly begun to draw her. “I’m just sketching. Would you like to see?”

You held the sketchbook up before you, going back to the first page and flipping through them one by one, telling her the backstory of every sketch. The view of the mountains from your bedroom window, the jewels of dew on a spider’s web, the iridescence of a raven’s wings in flight. Her eyes studied your sketches, focusing hard as she listened. Without a word, she splashed back under the water, leaving you alone. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as she left and, with a dejected sigh, you turned back to your work, the pencil scratching over the paper.

“Look out! Outta the way!”

“Wh—Woah!” You leaped back as she emerged from the water, her arms full with weeds and grasses from the depths of the lake. She sifted through them, inspecting each piece and discarding some of them with an unimpressed grunt. You turned back to your artwork, but you were distracted now, curiously glancing up at her every so often. Her deft fingers worked at the pieces of grass, twisting and turning them in her hands, and after a moment you realized she was weaving something. You became mesmerized by her movements, a slight frown on her face as she concentrated.

By the time she had finished, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, the surface of the lake reflecting its orange glow. She held it out to you with a wide grin, your fingertips brushing her palm as you took it from her. She had weaved the grasses and weeds tightly into the shape of a fish, mirroring the fish that you often fed. It was intricately weaved, and your head spun trying to make sense of where each piece of grass started and ended. Gazing back at her, a blush crept up your neck at her intense gaze. As the chill of the night air started to settle in your bones, you were tempted to stay here for a while longer, if only to see her grin again.

“Thank you…” I trailed off questioningly.

“Name’s Sally. Sally Moreau,” She grinned, making your heart jump in your chest. “But you can call me Sal.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Sal. It’s beautiful.”

“So’s you, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so.”

Her boldness made your blush grow even more, and you shivered regretfully against the chill of the growing darkness. “I…” The words were hard to force out, as you slowly packed your things back into your satchel. “I should go home.”

Sally’s shoulders seemed to drop a little, but she kept the grin on her face. “Comin’ back tomorrow?” She asked, hopeful tones lacing her voice.

“Yeah,” You smiled. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” That night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and Sally’s grin burned into your mind, the woven fish standing proudly on the top of your bookshelf. Somehow, you knew that today had been the start of something wonderful.

[devils-malady]

So uuuuh....

I saw a piece of fanart of a completely unrelated fandom (it was Shadowheart from BG3 in a Victorian dress. Don't look at me, I have a type) but it reminded me of the art Classyfruit did of some of the RE8 ladies in, like, met gala attire. And so here I am, staring at an incredibly dumb AU of Donna x Reader I started literally years ago and the past few days, I haven't been able to focus on anything else. I've not even written much in the past few years because life things, and I've also never written before in this POV, so maybe I'll post something to AO3 just to get it the fuck out of my head, we'll see.

For reference it's an AU loosely set in a universe of the Norse patheon. I took severe artistic liberty and need to work in some other characters. I also took inspiration from AC Valhalla in some things, as that has been a big influence on what writing I have done.

Donna is Sól, the goddess of the sun.

Reader is Sköll, the "wolf" that chases the sun.

I changed names to suit the setting, so it might not even constitute an AU lol. We'll see i guess

[melty-flapjack]

Karla's Buttercup

Pairing: Karla Heisenberg/reader

Genre: Domestic Fluff

Word count: 619

A/N: me when um women um girls um i like kissing women on the lips also this is 100% self-indulgent and inspired by the Classyfruit art and Fridgemagnethusbands cosplay dywvwdsusbkvcqdha

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“-and I was just lucky I had more affinity to the stuff than the other poor fuckers in the village, y’know?” Karla waves her cigar in the air. She brings it to her lips and takes a long puff in, as you place gentle kisses on her cheek. She’d been sitting in the lone steel chair in the factory, going on about her metal army and her “family” while you straddled her lap and listened. Her eyes meet yours as she takes the cigar out of her mouth and does her signature cocky smirk. “You’re adorable, buttercup” “Shut up” You bury your face in her neck, and feel her smirk grow. She smelled strongly of oil, and something metallic. Blood, maybe. Probably. Definitely. You knew what she did in the deeper level of the factory of course, she'd shown you it many times excitedly. It didn’t bother you, though. How could it? You loved Karla with your whole heart. Her strong arms squeeze you even closer to her. She could crush you like a bug and you’d let her. You nuzzle closer, enjoying your time together. “Karla!” You yelp as she suddenly scoops you up bridal-style. She laughs and stands up, moving towards the elevator door. You both enter, and she lets her cigarette fall from her hands, and grinds it into the floor. “Wanna see what I’ve been working on, Dolly?” She grins at you and you bury your red face in her coat. She laughs again and presses a button for one of the lower floors. Her hand slyly reaches to move your hair out of your face. "Karla-!" You squirm. "Yes, darlin’?” “You got oil on me!” “Good.” You giggle and kiss her cheek again. Your smile falls as you think about what the Soldats could do to you. Karla notices and brings her face closer to yours. “Don’t worry darlin’, I won’t let them hurt you.” She kisses the tip of your nose and watches happily as you let out a small smile. The elevator dings and the door opens. You grumble as she sets you down on the factory floor. She makes it up to you by grabbing your hand above your head and twirling you, before pulling you into a deep kiss. Her shit-eating grin only grows wider upon seeing you breathless after. She grabs your hand and pulls you deeper into the factory. She pulls you into a room and exclaims- “This!” She gestures at the powered-down soldat, sitting on a chair behind a glass wall. “Is how I’m going to defeat that bitch.” Her strong arms pull a lever to turn on the rest of the lights, and you get a better look at the soldat. Its head has been replaced by an aircraft engine, and you notice its lack of arms as well. Karla steps forward, pulling her gloves from her trench coat pocket and putting them on her calloused hands. “His name’s Sturm” She states proudly. You cock your head. “What’s on your mind, buttercup?” “It’s cute.” “It’s a soldat, love”. “I meant it’s cute that you name them, silly” “It-It-s not-”. You place your thumb over her bottom lip and her babbling stops. “I think you’re cuter, though.” You close the gap between the two of you with a kiss. Her lips are slightly chapped, yet they're sweet. Like her. Your hand reaches up and cups her cheek, and in response she wraps her arms around your waist. You both stand there, enjoying the kiss, but the need for air consumes you and you pull away slowly to a blushing Karla. “I love you, Karla” “I-” “I love you too, buttercup.”

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[wervinsky]

“I don’t want to doom you to eternality“ “and I want to spend the eternity with you“

great thanks to @classyfruit whose amazing illustration was the main inspo and is referenced in this piece

[boringtemp]

My lovely new Lady Dimitrescu print designed by @classyfruit and signed by Maggie Robertson. Was getting a little worried when the post office missent it to a town an hour away.

[aspensfairylight]

Haunted House

Tw : nsfw content

Characters : Ghost Donna x Reader

Rundown : The Beneviento manor was rumoured to be haunted, and those that entered, didn't always come back out.

Request status : open

A/N : I saw a gif of what looks like Donna dancing in the Re8 trailer in one of the megamyte memory things, so I thought hey, what if Donnas house became like a haunted house thing. It's also inspired by Classyfruits nsfw art on twitter, the one of the ghost and the haunted manor, I love that drawing and it may have stirred something in me 🧍‍♀️. This story is pretty far from cannon but it's ok, it's more as if most of the village survived and overcame everything

The manor in the woods, nestled by the waterfall, it was a home all the children in the village were warned to stay away from, as the occupiants of the home weren't completely gone. The history of the village was complex, gorey and cruel. There were many more areas parents warned their children about, the castle was another. A place parents swore held vampires, a place where maidens never came out from all those years ago. You were all warned of these places, said to be the homes of the Lords that ruled all those years ago. Yet now, they laid abandoned, nothing more than a bad memory.

You knew going over the raggedy bridge was a bad idea, you knew wandering through the cold woods was a bad idea. Yet still you wandered.

The air nipped against your skin, yet in the misty valley, it felt cooling in a way it never felt in the village. It helped to relax the nerves building up within you, you didn't know the dangers you were in for.

Soon, you stumbled onto a large grave, overgrown flowers and grass adding age to it, yet the dolls littering the grave seemed to only add to the creepyness. You didn't give it much thought, continuing to the large door.

"Give up your memories."

What did that mean? Your memories? To who? Quickly, you thought, reaching for the locket gracing your neck. This locket held photos of loved ones, was this the offering demanded? Carefully, you slipped it from your neck, slipping it through slip in the door. You pushed against the door, letting it slowly fall open, you slipped inside and walked through the cave.

This was a bad idea.

At the end of the cave was an elevator, you stepped in, up you went.

Who'd you give your memories to?

The elevator came to a stop, the old coverings pulling away, and you stepped outside, the harsh crash of waterfslls ringing out, an old manor sat. It was long forgotton, slowly falling apart. You knew the stories of the Lord that used to live here, that she caused hallucinations with her flowers, that she had a devilis doll named Angie that often spoke for her. The villagers often said that the Lord still lingered, even in death. Was the Lady of the manor still lingering?

You admired the way the manor looked, from the outside, it seemed that it had been beautiful in it's glory days. But now, it sat crumbling. Carefully, you made your way to the home, you climbed the stairs that squeked as you did so. You glanced around the front, glanced at the waterfall. Your hand rested on the door and pushed it open with a faint creak. The home that was revealed was full of dust, cobwebs and everything was falling apart. Yet it was stuck in time. The sewing supplies were scattered the same as they were all those years ago when the doll maker met her early fate. You stepped in further, glancing around the old home, it would have been beautiful in it's early days. It did make you wonder what these walls held, what memories were made here. Was the doll maker kind? Evil? Was she misunderstood or the monster made out to be? The home looked like a normal, cozy home- just old and abandoned.

Then you spotted it.

The portrait of the doll maker and her beloved doll.

Although damaged with the age of time, the woman was beautiful. Dark eyes that drew you in, sharp brows and soft lips. You didn't want to take your gaze off of those perfectly crafted eyes. The woman was beautiful, and she looked so normal. So young.

There was a hand on your shoulder, a soft breath on the back of your neck. You jumped and twisted to look back behind you, yet there was no there. You took in a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. It was most likely a bug, a breezy and your worry, surely nothing had been there behind you. Your gaze pulled away from the portrait and you continued your journey around the home. You saw tea cups almost always in a pair of two, who else lived here? Did the doll maker really let her doll have a cup of tea? You hummed in amusement at the idea, it was cute to think of that beautiful woman in the painting sitting around the home, musing with her dolls over tea. And yet she was said to be a villian.

You found yourself in a study, stacks of books neatly laying around, a projector, two chairs around a coffee table. A tea cup sat on the desk, and one sat at the coffee table. You mused again over the idea of the doll maker sharing tea with her doll.

stay.

You snapped around as a hand slipped into yours, the words floating around in the deep whisper of a woman.

Please, stay.

Where was that sound coming from?

Don't leave me. Please.

The voice sounded desperate, but you didn't know who it belonged to, and that scared you. What if you weren't alone?

Your fingers trailed along the dusty book spines, and carefully you slipped one from the shelf. Your hand swiped away the dust, revealing the book title, it was a book on plants. Did the doll maker like plants? Was it an interest of hers? You did the same thing for a few more books, most of them were plants, one on psychology and the human mind. You were slowly learning about the doll maker.

You set the books back where they belonged, turning back around to leave the study. Yet sitting on the chair at the desk, sat a figure. She wore black garbs, a veil covering half of her face, blood running down her face. It was the woman from the painting. The doll maker. You stumbled back with a gasp, hitting the bookshelf.

"Please... I don't want to be alone anymore..." The ghostly woman begged out to you.

How the fuck was a dead woman sitting across from you?

"Please.. Stay.." The woman pleaded out, her frame leaning over her desk a bit, eager to get closer to you. As scared as you were, you couldn't help but feel awful for her.

The doll maker stayed silent, and you stayed still, neither knowing what to do. It was her that made the first move, moving out from her chair, and moving towards you in a float. Her eligant frame floating over to you, a cold whispy hand carefully resting against your cheek. "Please... Stay, be my friend..." Softly, you nodded, a part of you was afraid of what she would do if you said no, a part of you felt sorry for her. Relief washed over her features at the nod, and like that, she vanished.

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You lost track of time, how long had you been wandering through the manor now? You flopped onto a couch in one of the doll filled rooms, dust dancing upwards at the sudden contact. You had learned so much about what the doll maker may have been like when she had been alive, the mass amount of dead plants and books on plants made you think she took a liking to plants. The dolls and doll making supplies, the mass amount of books, sewing supplies and a simple piano-looking thing. She seemed like such a simple and normal woman.

You relaxed into the cushion, you just couldn't get that damn woman out of your head! She was so beautiful, and the hands you saw in her portrait seemed so... slender and perfect. This wasn't the time to be feeling this way, and although you were still a bit spooked about meeting a ghost, you just felt confused. Very confused and a little bit horney. Your thighs gently rubbed together, but it only made the sensation worsen. Your mind worried that the ghost might see you, but your mind tried to shake off what you saw as your mind playing tricks. But you saw her, you smelled the flowery scent she had, you felt her. The ghost you saw had to be real.

"fuck.." You mumbled to yourself, you felt so weird feeling this way, what if you weren't alone? A soft hand rested on your knee, a soft breath on your neck.

"Go on," the doll maker whispered, and you turned to look at the voice. The doll makers soft lips turned into a sly smile, her sharp brow made her look so devilish. "Stay with me, please." Her hand gently rubbed up your thigh, her hands felt so amazing on your thigh, where else might they feel good on? "Do you like this, doll?" The doll maker hummed out to you, her deep voice made you feel oddly good.

"Yes," it was true, you loved how her fingers felt dancing along your thigh. "Why are you doing this?" Your confused voice muttered out, you liked whatever was happening, but why?

"It's lonely here... I want you..." The doll maker softly said, a sloppy kiss was planted to your neck. "Please, let me make you feel good... If you stay, you'll feel good," there was a desperation in her voice, and there was a desperation building up inside you. God this was fucked. But the whispy feeling was something you wanted more of.

"Please, touch me! I'll stay," you were desperate, you needed her touch, you craved more. You pushed your hips towards her hands as sloppy kisses were scattered along your skin, a soft hand pushed through your skirt.

"You're mine, doll." Her tone was different now, it was possesive and deep. It made you want more. Her teeth dug into your neck, and you squirmed under the pain. She was marking you. You were now hers. Her fingers dug their way through the thighs you opened further, fingers dancing against your inner thigh. A finger gently danced over your clit, the sensation sending a jolt through you. Her touch was so soft, so whispy, so talented. Gods it felt so good!

"Hmph, more, please!" Her teasing was becoming cruel, her teasing was only drawing you in more. You moved your hips again. Her smirk seemed to widen, her gaze enjoying the sight infront of her. You looked so pretty, so desperate.

A finger gently entered into you, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. "My doll, you're so needy," she teased out to you, slowly adding another. Her fingers hooked as they slowly quickened their pace. The sensation felt so weird, so different from the feeling you felt with your own fingers. You let out a soft moan, your music ringing through the otherwise dead manor. "Good doll, you sound so pretty," she praised out to you, her thumb gently rubbing along your clit. God it felt so good!

The doll maker didn't stop, your pretty sounds filled the manor more. Her fingers brought you to your climax, god it felt so good. "Such a good doll! You did so good for me," the doll maker hummed to you, planting a soft kiss on your sweaty forehead. "You're mine."

You didn't care if you were hers.

You felt so, so good.

And your foggy mind couldn't think about much else.

[lynnsartsworld]

Donna’s Lo-fi Playlist on a Rainy Day

Hello guys it’s me I created a new Tumblr account; I lost all my old posts after I deleted my old account. I’m re-posting some of my posts and this is the original Lo-Fi playlist for Donna, it’s really me because the last one was actually posted on my original account & a lot of people liked it. I hope you like this one it’s the same.I just added two more new songs to the playlist but it’s still not long enough but hopefully it will be I hope you have a nice night.

@classyfruit

[artzoey]

So... i had a Sal moment this swedish evening..you know... genderbent Sal that originally was drawn by @classyfruit

[classyfruit]

"They say flowers that bloom in the moonlight are the most beautiful - and truly, the most captivating beauty blossoms in the shadows"

I'm back to bring you some delicious Donna x maid food. 😌 Yep, I'm still around and kicking and alive. I had to deal with two very not nice health problems back to back, so it has been a ✨TIME✨ since I posted. Missed you all! 🥰 I'll try and return to the drawing board slowly and mindful of my energy. And I hope that you also take care of your precious selves! ❤️ Thank you for being patient and sticking around!

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Ahem.. Christmas smut with a hot shark lady, anyone? 👀 Wrote this as a Christmas gift for my dearest @demonofpuns ❤️Pirate Captain Sal AU with about 3.5k words of almost pure smut 😂I do hope some of you will enjoy! 😌 ***

Your heart was beating harder than it ever had. So hard you could feel it in your throat - thumping there loudly. Beating with anticipation, with excitement. The pink flush across your cheeks growing even deeper as you tied the final knot around Sal’s wrist and leaned back to look at her.

Merry Christmas to me.

She was gorgeous. Stunning. A nautical masterpiece literally at your mercy.

Well, sort of. You knew she could easily break her restraints if she really wanted to. But she had requested this as her gift - asked it of you - given you her trust as a Captain and you her first mate. And you weren't going to let her down.

Not that you had any desire to anyways. While, yes, you were predominantly a bottom - a brat, as it was - the chance to have Sal in such a position, under you, was one you couldn't imagine ever saying no to. Especially with how hard she already was. With how absolutely divine she looked. Her arms bound carefully above her head with the chiseled landscape of her laid out before you.

Why, it was enough to make you wet. And it did. Already soaked straight through your panties that you still wore when you sauntered back over to stand in front of her, teasingly.

“Aye.. enjoyin’ tha view?”

You smirked. “Mhm.. very much.”

Sal chuckled, the muscles in her abdomen flexing ever so slightly as she did.

Gods, she was so fucking hot. And the soft black rope you'd used to restrain her wrists looked absolutely stunning against the grayscape of her skin. Skin that was speckled beautifully with a pink hue that was only growing deeper by the second.

“You're fucking gorgeous, Sal.”

Her cheeks warmed brilliantly at the abrupt compliment - face encased softly in a curtain of inky black hair.

“Oi, hush.”

“Hm.. no, I don't think I will. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, is there?” You teased, leaning down.

Sal only shook her head, chuckling.

“That's right. So, be a good girl.. Captain.. and take it.”

Your smirk only growing wider at the look she gave you. Shark-li teeth pressing into the top part of her bottom lip and a subtle twitch to her cock.

Fuck, it was beautiful - the effect being praised had on her. There were few things in life hotter than a rough and tumble Pirate Captain who melted at being called ‘good’. And then when you added Sal herself into that mix.. well, the effects were.. intoxicating.. to say the least.

“Yer not playin’ fair, luv.”

‘I don't recall ever saying I would.”

“Cud make yer swab tha deck fer this, yer know?”

You shrugged, smirking. “Worth it.”

You moved a little closer and her cock twitched again, betraying the level of her neediness. The flush that started at her pointed ears and made its way deliciously down the length of her - painting her body in a deep crimson - grew a little darker. Still, you kept your panties intact as you straddled her hips.

Not yet, Captain.

Though you couldn't help the tiny whimper that fell when your clit pressed down firmly against her womanhood through the thin, soaked fabric. And then again when you ground down onto it. Fuck, she was hard.. so, so hard-

You took a deep breath to regain your focus.

You had a plan. Worship first. Make her as needy as absolutely possible while indulging every inch of her. Worship her like the sea goddess that she was. Then you could indulge her.

So, needless to say, you paid her no mind when she whimpered in turn wanting more, her cock already pulsing with need beneath you. Instead you leaned in, lowering the top part of your body slowly onto hers before allowing the weight of you to add even more pressure between the space that you straddled.

“Luv..”

“Shhhh..”

You placed your lips against the pulse point on Sal’s neck and felt her swallow. Your tongue sucking over it only for a moment before a kiss quickly took its place. Soon those kisses were peppering their way down the side of it only to stop just short of her collar bone. Every inch of her was toned - taut - ready for you. Even more so when she pulled on her restraints in want, forcing a creak from the old wooden headboard they were bound to.

Another swirl of your tongue at the crook of her neck before your lips continued their journey down the landscape of her. Stopping every so often to bite or nibble - lick or suck. Loving the small sounds that every small act pulled from her - especially when the warmth of your mouth found her nipple and quickly enveloped it. A smooth roll of your hips added in and she was moaning almost breathlessly in your ear.

“L-luv-”

“Let me take care of you, Sal.”

Your words were murmured - muffled - pushing air across her already erect nipples and making them even harder.

But you didn't stop there. Sucking over them eagerly as you rolled your hips again - this time forcing a hard pull against the soft black rope. Her cock throbbing hard against your clit, begging for release and coating your panties in her own desire. Gods, it was delicious. How needy you had her, how gorgeous she looked dressed in nothing but her want for you. It was intoxicating - like a drug, a supreme high - charging your body with an almost raw current.

Another roll of your hips.. your teeth grazing over her nipples before bringing your lips to her sternum and continuing your journey. Her toned abs twitching under your soft kisses, under your warm tongue that occasionally sucked over them.

“You're fucking divine, Sal. You know that?”

Your gaze looked up at her just in time to catch her blush grow even deeper.

“H-hush.”

“Make me.”

You smirked before kissing around her happy trail, rolling your hips once again.

And that's when you heard it. Cutting through the quiet winter night like a strike of lightning. Like a storm across the sea. A satisfying rip as Sal broke free from her restraints - a look of utterly feral need blazing within her eyes.

Fuck. You were done for.

Before you could even make any sort of move, make any sort of objection, Sal had you on all fours - fingers coming to the hem of your panties just prior to swiftly tearing them from your body.

For a moment, though, everything stopped - complete silence from the Pirate Captain until a boisterous laugh spilled out from her. You’d almost completely forgotten about the new toy you’d adorned yourself with earlier and shook your ass teasingly, allowing the small fish tail on the end of your buttplug to waggle.

“Heh.. an’ here I though’ I'd nevah find meself a mermaid.”

“A ‘merperson’, you mean.” You corrected her, tongue sticking out slightly.

She nodded. “Even bettah.”

Sal gave you a single, firm smack against your ass and then lined the tip of her womanhood up against your entrance. One hand between your shoulder blades, holding your body down with your hands - while the other guided the width of her into you. Both of you practically dripping as she slowly began to slide herself into your core, the immediate stretch making you moan.

“Heh.. now who's needy?”

Sal chuckled - maybe at the table’s being turned, or the fish tail that still sat perfectly in your ass - either way, it only lasted for a breath before she thrusted herself back into you, forcing the toy in your ass just far enough in to make it feel good.

“F-fuck.”

She'd only just started and you could already feel your need dripping down your inner thighs, worked up from just the simple act of worshiping her. And how could you not be? Truly? You knew the view Sal had just given you was not one that many had gotten to experience - if any - and it was more than a treat to have her trust in such a way. A fact itself would usually have you practically dripping. Let alone this. Let alone having had her perfect body beneath you for as long as you did - knowing that she trusted you to take care of it. Take care of her. Like no one else ever had.

You remembered how she hesitated when she came to visit you last week in the kitchens. A slight flush to her cheeks as she played idly with the hem of her shirt. You'd never seen that of her prior - being so vulnerable, yet so open about what she wanted. She’d barely had the chance to finish asking you before you'd let out an exuberant “Fuckin’ right I can-!” Her chuckle in response and the way she nervously rubbed the back of her neck - as if there was even a slight chance that you'd say no - had warmed your heart in a way that you had never expected.

It was beautiful. This - her - was beautiful. So incredibly stunning.

But now she had exactly where she wanted you. With your face pressed down into her mattress and your mind filled with bliss. Your core clenching around the width of her as she teased you - denied you.

“Aye.. now yer gonna stay an’ warm tha’ fer me. Fer as long as I want yer to.”

Her breath was hot against your ear as you whimpered.

“Mmph- .. yes, Captain.”

Another smack to your backside and all you could do was moan, the act causing both her cock and the toy inside your ass to move oh so pleasurably inside you. Making you want more.. forcing you to squirm against the iron grip that she had you in.

“I sed stay.” She growled. This time there was venom to the Captain’s words. You'd had your turn at riling her up, and now it was hers. And just like you had said to her, you were going to stay there - and take it.

You whimpered pathetically in response - legs trembling, core aching, the width of her throbbing deep inside you. You knew she wanted you just as badly - that the famed pirate wouldn’t be able to hold out forever - but for now Sal’s reserve continued to outwin her need. Even when you did your best to force your hips back into her - an act that you were certain would likely be in vain - but with your level of need and the brattiness that dusted it, your brain was fogged over to the point where you no longer cared.

“Please, Sal! Please.” You whined, you begged. Tears building at the corners of your eyes and your body coated in a deep flush.

A single thrust, that's all you got. Just enough to pool more juices to your core and make you cry out.

“Fuck-” You whined, your legs trembling even harder. “Fucking please.”

Honestly, you were a little impressed at how well she was still able to hold back. You could feel how hard she was by this point. How profoundly her cock throbbed inside you. Her once steady breaths growing more hitched by the second. Another single thrust only this time she moaned, body shuddering above you as she slammed the full length of herself into your core.

A silent cry into the night followed by an easy exhale as you felt her hold on you finally loosen, your arms dropping to your sides once both of Sal’s hands came to your hips - her stance shifting slightly behind you.

And just like that, the Pirate Captain’s reserve faltered. The only sounds to be heard next were the delicious sounds of flesh against flesh. Of heated desire against firm skin as your juices coated Sal’s lower abs with each eager thrust.

“Mmph.. y-yes.. don't stop. Please don't stop.”

She growled - feral, unhinged. The pace in which she fucked you now relentless, stretching your core with every exquisite pump. Your fingers clawing into her bed sheets as you elongated your hips back even further, giving her unhindered access to your dripping hole - wanting it to be used as nothing more. To be absolutely filled with her desire until it was trickling down both of your legs.

And you knew Sal would make good on that want. She always had. She'd never left you anything but completely satisfied and this time would be no different.

Though you could tell she wouldn't last too much longer, every pump bringing a heavy twitch to her cock and pulling the most erotic sounds from her body. Moans and breathless whimpers. Her nails sinking into the supple flesh of your thighs as she drove herself into you over and over again. Your own pleasure building uncontrolled like a white fire - prickling and hot and on the verge of completely engulfing you.

Until it did. Until there was nothing left but the juices that spilled from your core and Sal’s own desire pumping into you. Your voices a mere chorus of screams as the pirate pushed you both past the brink of absolute pleasure - bodies shuddering as you fell breathless to the now soaked mattress below you.

The moments between your last orgasm and the feeling of emptiness as Sal finally slid out of you were barely more than a blur. Completely blissed out as she removed the toy from your ass and laid you on your side so she could spoon you from behind. Strong, safe arms coming to wrap around your torso as she pulled you close against herself.

“Fucking.. hells, Sal.”

She chuckled, a breath of warm air blowing through your sweat-dampened hair.

“Aye.. yer okay? Need water?”

“Mmh.. in a minute. For now.. I just need this.”

Your breath slowly came back to normal as you cuddled into her, making her chuckle again.

“Heh.. a’ight.”

The familiar scent of sea spray and cinnamon encased you as a soft kiss came to the back of your neck, making you shiver. Sal's firm body behind you, holding you in a way that made you feel completely safe from everything. From all the bad things the world had to offer. From all the hateful stares of the people that never understood you. She was your beacon, your lighthouse in the storm. Always calling you home.

“... Sal?”

“Mh?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Her brief pause made you more than certain Sal's cheeks were likely warming once again.

“Aye… luv yer too.” She replied, pulling you a little closer into her large frame. But before she could settle in too comfortably, you turned in her arms so you could face her. Your arms wrapping securely around the width of her rib cage.

“Good.” You smirked, kissing the bottom of her chin. “Just like you.”

“Oi.. hush. Hadn't had enuf?”

“Of you? Is there such a thing?”

Sal only chuckled but you could see the pink hue readily returning to her cheeks. You nuzzled your head under her chin and pulled her flush against you. The beat of her heart as strong and steady as she was. The heat of her body as calm and warm as she made you feel. She sighed contently and wrapped her arms even more firmly around you. You were so close - but yet, not close enough. Your outer leg coming to wrap around her hips and her thigh moving to lay between them.

“Cud stay like thi’ forever.” Sal whispered.

“Mmh.. say less.” You replied, smiling widely as you kissed her collar bone.

“Heh.”

She placed a kiss to the top of your head and you snuggled in even more, leaving not a breath of space between the two of you. The next soft kiss to her collar bone pulled the smallest of noises from Sal’s throat, immediately bringing a pulse to your core. You moved your hips slightly against her, an act that only pushed her thigh further into you, making your breath hitch ever so slightly.

It was crazy how easily she could affect you. How just being in such close proximity made you needy all over again. And you knew she was likely tired.. But.. still… It was worth a shot.

You placed another kiss to the base of her neck and sucked at the skin of it gently - just enough to cause a slight jerk to her body and a sharp inhale across the top of your hair. The next kiss brought out the tiniest moan. And the next, a firmness between her legs that you were all too familiar with.

“Sal.” You said softly, causing her to lean back and look at you. Eyes shimmered in want and all the ways that she adored you.

You didn't have to say anything else as Sal took your queue and laid you onto your back without releasing you from her embrace. A soft smirk curling at the corners of her lips before they came crashing into yours, kissing you deeply - profoundly. Soft and gentle and such a stark contrast to her energy before.

Both sets of eyes half lidded as you kept your gaze on each other, completely lost in the moment. Tongues dancing in a minuet - warm and languid and steadily building the desire between you. Re-stoking the fire that had never fully died out. Bodies nude and wrapped in nothing but each other as she spread your legs, your arousal immediately evident.

The way she kissed you, as if you were her last breath, as if she pulled away for even a moment she would perish - right then and there.

There were no words to be spoken between you, no thoughts to be had. Just the sound of your bodies and hearts moving as one as Sal slid herself back into you, cock hard and already throbbing. You moaned into her lips, whimpering when she nibbled softly on your bottom one. The length of her sliding indulgently in and out of you, hitting exactly where you needed it with each deep grind that she gifted you.

It was perfect. Fuck, she was perfect. Hard when you wanted it, soft when it counted. Giving your body, heart, and soul exactly what you needed each and every time.

You began to move your hips in tangent, legs wrapped around her, lazily draped over Sal’s backside. Each pump more delicious than the last, each thrust more exquisite - building your peak with nothing but slow, absolute precision. Equally soft caresses indulging every inch of you, her strong hands never seeming to leave your body - claiming your flesh as her lips claimed your own. The world around you almost non-existent as the two of you moved as one - Sal's firm muscles flexing with each subtle movement. With every stretch to your core.

You felt as if you were on the edge of orgasm from the minute she entered you, and if it weren't for the extremely slow pace in which she took you, you likely would have came already. But Sal knew exactly what she was doing, building you up closer and closer, inch by inch. Her adoring praises practically imprinted into your lips by the time you felt her cock start to twitch inside you yet again.

“Come with me, Sal.”

Less of an order than a plea, but she only nodded - kissing you even deeper. Claiming you fully while her hips picked up their pace. Every muscle in her body taut, tense - the length of her driving into you at full speed.

“Mmph- .. y-yes .. so good.”

Whimpered words falling off your tongue like a prayer - only for a moment before your orgasm quickly took you. Rolling over your body like tepid water and washing you in bliss. Sal's own desire filling you once again as her body shuddered, your juices re-soaking the bed sheets below you until she fell absolutely breathless on top of you.

And even though you were completely and utterly wrecked, you still whined when she finally slid out of you, your core entirely too empty as aftershocks forced it to clench around nothing. She chuckled between shuddered breaths as she came to lie next to you once again.

Only this time her eyes were closed, a look of serene calm playing across her features. The ebb and flow of her breath a constant current like the waves that carried your ship. You smiled softly to yourself and rolled over fully on your side to face her.

“You're beautiful, you know that?”

“Oi.. hush.”

A sliver of glow shot in your direction as Sal just barely opened her eyes to look at you, the warmth within them bringing an instant flush to your cheeks.

“Hmm.. no.”

She chuckled at your response and shook her head, strong arms reaching out before they pulled you close against her chest.

“An’ here I though’ I tired yer out.”

She pulled you closer still and you snuggled in.

“Bold of you to assume I'd ever be too spent to praise you, Sal.”

“Heh.”

You let your smirk linger on your lips as you pressed them gently to the side of her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Captain.”

You let a single content and quickly snuggled back into her. The steady melody of Sal’s breath slowly lulling you off as the soft rock of the ocean pulled the both of you into a deep, blissful sleep.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

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why is there -100 donna nsfw art and fics… @classyfruit is doing us justice

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hello! noticed your requests are open and knew I had to ask if you'd be willing to write for female!Salvatore from RE Village? you ever saw Classyfruit's art of her view of gender bent Sal? I find her hot as fuck.

If you don't write for her then that's okay, no harm done ✨️

HELLO I honestly didn't even know there was a genderbent Sal going around and I just checked out Classyfruit's art and I agree, she is very hot omg I would absolutely love to write for her!

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So after missing the Donna print and then doing Donna poster traditionally out of spite, and missing the Dimitrescu family print (it cost way too much for my comfort-) I decided “ya know what, fuck it I’ll make my own Dimitrescu family poster too” because I like making life hard and didn’t want to just print one off of the internet pfff.

I really liked the artwork @classyfruit did for that fanart contest a while back so I chose it as my reference. There’s a lot of mistakes and I couldn’t draw the chandelier for the life of me but I’m still satisfied with how it turned out- I have to be after three days of nonstop working on it XD

If you don’t follow classyfruit you’re doing a crime on the fandom- they’re such a figurehead and amazing person too please go follow them.