#ext draws

[exterm-angel]

[weirdlookindog]

Matthew Scott Waldron -“Childhood in the Shadow of the Lepidoppelgänger”, 2000

charcoal drawing on board

[shoujo-wizard]

"in the face of extermination say FUCK YOU" -Gerard Way

drew the one on the left first then thought of the one on the right so I had to get it out of my head, will likely draw a few of these as presents for the queer ppl in my life

yes I did indeed only notice the spelling error in the 2nd picture after I'd inked it all in, say thank you to adhd

[bloodkandyx]

Tokyo Teddy Bear but it different. 🗼🦫

[gobblewonkrs]

Been doing a bunch of cleanup + maintenance on my laptop for the past few days and it makes me so happy lolol. I just like seeing her all cleaned up and getting to brush the dust outta her. Its fun and i'd bet it makes her feel a lot better than she was...

I also had a new SSD come in for her today that a friend helped me install so she also has more space! plus after moving her files over/cleaning up some apps i don't use it feels like she's running a bit quicker now (that could just be the new drive tho) <3<3<3

[milkochaa]

my obsession with tim drake came forth and tripled bc of a fic I've read at fucking 2am in the morning and I cannot stop,, would this be worse than my leon kennedy hyper fixation? It's possible bc I was down bad for tim since I was 14 or 15, u cannot take this away from me from my cold, dead fucking hands bro

[alexcraft760]

New character, don't know boi's name yet, just refer to him as 'Host'

He is to be the host of a virus I came up with:

*Recording start.*

Ability: Virus ExT

Capabilities:

[Virus ExT usually belongs to an organic host originally, though it can belong to an augmented organic. However, this is dangerous if the augmented has no control over it, which is most often the case. Virus ExT can infect any augmented/robotic beings through a simple touch, entirely taking them over and making them wild monsters. Unless the original host has control of the virus, then the infected will listen to orders of the host. The cure for this virus is connected to its-]

*Burning and ripping metal sounds in the background of the recording along with loud robotic whirring. Screaming ensues, then it's silent after multiple thuds and sounds of ripping flesh.*

[razs-archetype]

I neeed to learn I need to learn I need to learn

[tojisun]

when the older man is the one with daddy issues so he's nurturing and careful and indulgent, but he's also so teasing when he's taking you apart. how he draws out the pleasure until you're crying, splintering at the edges, your words coming out in weak babbles. until you're pawing at him, begging for anything - your orgasm, a kiss, him to engulf you in his warm embrace.

but also thinking about how he loves to feed you; cooking up healthy and delicious meals, while you're over there in the living room busying yourself because last time you helped him, the two of you got distracted and forgot that there were potatoes in the oven.

or how he just loves buying you clothes; from shirts and sweaters to pants and skirts, to toques and scarves, down to the things you didn't even know you needed like an extra pair of gloves or stockings cuz you've torn the other one, remember?

and how he starts looking for a bigger house, somewhere with a bigger lot and a wider garage, and more rooms cuz you mentioned that you wanted your own office; that your back is starting to hurt from working in the dining room, with those old but lovingly worn out seats. and this one that he found has a bigger kitchen, with an island and tall, tall windows, and a place for a chandelier.

yeah, he's already imagining cooking for you here while you watch him from the island. this way, you're closer to him; easier for him to reach for a kiss.

and just also thinking about how he always picks you up from work; he's never late and sometimes, he'd even be too early. it's not even like he works odd hours because he should be finishing up at the same time that you do, but he rather bring his work to home - wrap up while you're already in bed, snoozing, not knowing that he crawled back out of it after he's cuddled you to sleep - than not pick you up at all. he loves the drive, anyway, and he's a senior at his position so he's got room for flexibility.

it's just, he is so greedy of every chance he can get to be with you. to be of service for you.

thinking about all of this knowing this is so john price :(

(ext)

[wolvietxt]

𝓕IRSTS 𝓦ITH 𝓨OU !

pairing : bucky barnes x implied fem!reader warnings : implied size diff, established relationship, tfatws!bucky, fluff,  wc : 2.6k summary : you introduce bucky to the things he’s missed out on, namely the office, theme parks, and emojis :3

bucky’s fingers hovered over the screen of his new phone, brow furrowed in concentration. you had been explaining how everything worked for the past half hour - apps, texts, even sending pictures - and while he was doing his best to keep up, you could tell he was still lost in the sea of modern technology. 

“so, this is how you send a text,” you said, pointing to the message box. “you just type what you want to say, then hit send.” you hit a few buttons on his phone and then pulled away to give him some space.

he nodded slowly, looking at the screen as if it were a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet. “okay. and... the emojis?” he asked after a pause, his tone unsure.

“they’re just little pictures to add to what you’re saying. makes it more fun, i guess.” you flashed him a quick smile before adding, “and, if you’re talking to me, you’re gonna use them, or else i’ll think you’re mad at me.”

bucky’s lips curved upward just a fraction at the playful challenge. “right,” he muttered, glancing back at the emojis, his expression turning serious again. “this one - ” he tapped an image of a smiley face, “ - this is good, right?”

you nodded with enthusiasm. “perfect. now try sending it to me.”

bucky hesitated for a moment before carefully typing out a message: “Hey. 🙂” 

he looked at you for approval, his blue eyes searching yours.

“well done,” you said softly, holding back a giggle. “you did it, buck.”

he grinned, a little relieved but still unsure. “guess ‘m getting the hang of this.”

“you are,” you replied, your voice filled with genuine encouragement. you could see him trying, and that was enough to make you proud.

“now,” you began, leaning in closer, “I’m going to teach you how to send a selfie. It’s easy.” you grabbed your phone and showed him how to take a picture, flipping the camera to face him. “like this.”

“a selfie?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, you’re going to love it,” you said, snapping a quick picture of him as he looked confused but willing to give it a try. “okay, now you do it. just - ” you stopped yourself, realising something. “don’t look so grumpy, though. smile a little.”

bucky rolled his eyes but played along, pulling a reluctant smirk before he tapped the button to take the picture. “this feels weird,” he muttered, but his gaze softened when he saw the result. he stared at the picture of himself for a moment, before looking at you. “it’s not bad.”

“not bad at all,” you said with a smile, grabbing your phone and sending the photo to him.

you watched him check his phone, his brow furrowing once more as he took in the photo, then back at the screen as you sent a quick text: “that smile is great, by the way.”

he read it, then quickly typed back: “you’re making fun of me.”

“no, i’m not,” you teased, tapping the keys with your fingers. “i think it’s cute.”

before he could respond, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. his body went still at the contact, the soft touch of your lips drawing his attention away from the phone. without saying a word, he kissed you fully, his lips warm and steady against yours.

“you talk too much,” bucky murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice gruff but affectionate.

you couldn’t help but giggle, looking up at him. “sorry,” you said, smiling in that way that made his chest tighten. “but i’m trying to teach you how to use a phone.”

“teach me less,” he replied, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. before you could answer, he kissed you again, this time slower, his lips lingering on yours longer than before. it was like he couldn’t help himself, needing to pull you close and forget about everything else. 

when he pulled back, there was a softness in his eyes that was so different from the gruff exterior he usually put on. “you’re a distraction,” he admitted, though he didn’t sound bothered in the least. 

“only when i’m teaching you how to text?” you asked, your smile still wide.

“always,” he said with a grin, kissing you again, this time more gently, as if savouring the moment before pulling away and reaching for his phone. 

he looked at the screen again, tapping at it thoughtfully. “okay, what about this one?” he asked, tapping a face with hearts for eyes. “it seems like... the right one.”

you grinned, unable to resist the warmth that filled you at how cute he was, trying so hard to understand all this. “perfect,” you whispered. “now, send it.”

bucky hesitated for a beat, then pressed send. he turned to look at you, like he was asking for your approval.

“you did it,” you said softly, heart swelling with affection. “now, you’re a pro.”

he raised his eyebrows. “am i allowed to text you good morning now?”

“whenever you want,” you said with a grin, your hand finding his and squeezing it gently. “and i’ll send you emojis all day.”

bucky looked at his phone again, glancing up at you with a fond smile. “then i’m gonna need to figure out a lot more emojis.”

“take your time,” you teased, before your lips met his once more, this time without interruption.

the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the tv screen where the office was playing. you had insisted that bucky give the show a try, promising him that it was the perfect mix of awkward humour and heartwarming moments. at first, he had grumbled about it, saying something about not needing to watch “a bunch of idiots in an office.” but here you were, four episodes deep, and you could see that little spark of amusement in his eyes.

bucky had his arm draped around your shoulders, his large frame practically swallowing you up as you nestled into his side. you were curled up against him, legs tucked under you, head resting on his chest. every now and then, you could feel the rumble of his low chuckle vibrating against you whenever something on-screen caught him off guard.

“i still don’t get how that jim guy hasn’t been fired yet,” he muttered, shaking his head as jim played yet another prank on dwight. “guy’s got a death wish or somethin’.”

you smiled, turning your face up to look at him. there was a light in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying the show. “maybe he reminds you of someone?” you teased, poking his side.

he shot you a look, all mock seriousness. “you callin’ me a troublemaker?” 

“if the shoe fits,” you replied with a grin, turning back to the screen.

as the episode continued, you found yourself more focused on him than the tv. you loved seeing bucky like this, relaxed, at ease, his defences down for once. there was something so endearing about the way he’d get lost in the episodes, brows furrowing when michael said something ridiculous, or the rare moments when he’d throw his head back and laugh - a real, deep laugh that you couldn’t help but adore.

during one of those moments, as pam and jim exchanged a look, you felt his chest rumble with laughter, and it was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle, too. he glanced down at you, catching you staring, and for a second, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.

“what?” he asked, his voice softening.

“nothing,” you said, a little shy under his gaze. “you’re just... cute when you laugh.”

his eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into a shy smile. “yeah? well, don’t go tellin’ everyone.” 

you laughed, but before you could tease him more, he suddenly shifted, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap. your breath hitched as he wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. 

you fit so easily against him, his hands splaying over your waist, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. the show kept playing in the background, but you were completely lost in the moment, the way he held you so gently despite his strength.

“you’re missing the best part,” you whispered, but your voice was soft, almost hesitant, like you didn’t really want to break the spell.

“nah,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “this is the best part.”

your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t resist tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss. he met you halfway, his lips warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble scraping pleasantly against your skin. 

“hmm, you taste better than jim’s pranks,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips when he pulled away.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “careful, barnes, you might start liking sitcoms.”

“only if you’re watchin’ them with me,” he said, squeezing your waist gently. 

you settled back into his chest, letting the familiar sounds of dunder mifflin fill the room. with one hand idly playing with the hem of your shirt, bucky seemed content, occasionally making little comments about the show under his breath that made you giggle. 

as the theme song played for the next episode, you reached for your phone to check the time, but bucky’s hand covered yours, stopping you. “stay,” he murmured, his voice low, almost pleading. 

you glanced up at him, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. it wasn’t often that he asked for things so openly, but when he did, it always tugged at your heart. 

“okay,” you whispered, setting your phone aside and snuggling closer, the two of you wrapped up in each other as the episodes played on, the world outside forgotten for just a little while.

the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the occasional scream from the roller coasters, and the smell of funnel cakes and popcorn drifting through the breeze. the theme park was bustling with life, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made your heart race with excitement. you could hardly contain your giddiness as you pulled bucky along by the hand, weaving through the crowd.

bucky, on the other hand, looked a little overwhelmed. his brows were furrowed as he glanced around, taking in everything like he was preparing for an ambush. it was endearing, really - the way his grip on your hand tightened every time someone bumped into you, his protective instincts kicking in.

“relax, buck, it’s just a theme park,” you teased, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

he grunted, still looking suspiciously at a guy in a giant mascot costume waving at children. “yeah, well, not sure i trust a place where people scream for fun.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, tugging him closer. “that’s the whole point! come on, let’s try a ride.”

you led him to the line for one of the tamer rides - a classic spinning teacup attraction. bucky eyed it warily, but he didn’t protest, letting you drag him into one of the pastel-coloured cups. once you were seated, you watched with a grin as he tried to figure out how the ride worked, his large hands gripping the metal wheel in the centre.

the ride started to spin, slowly at first, then picking up speed. you were laughing uncontrollably, the wind whipping through your hair, and when you glanced over at bucky, he had this look of pure concentration, like he was trying to out-spin everyone else.

“bucky, it’s not a competition!” you managed to gasp out between giggles.

he shot you a playful glare, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression. “everything’s a competition, doll.”

when the ride finally slowed to a stop, you were both a little dizzy, but you couldn’t stop smiling. you staggered out of the teacup, and bucky’s arm was instantly around your waist, steadying you. “you good?” he asked, his voice low and a little rough.

“never better,” you replied, leaning into his side.

next up was the game booths, where bucky’s competitive side really came out. you challenged him to one of those rigged carnival games where you had to knock down bottles with a baseball. he rolled his eyes at the way the game operator explained the rules, clearly unimpressed, but when it was his turn, he hit every target dead-on, not even breaking a sweat.

“show-off,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide the admiration in your voice.

“what can i say? i’m good with my hands,” he shot back with a wink, handing you the giant stuffed bear he won as a prize. your cheeks warmed, but before you could retort, he leaned down to steal a quick kiss, effectively shutting you up.

with your new teddy bear in tow, you wandered through the park, trying different snacks and taking in the sights. at one point, you insisted on getting a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths. bucky tried to protest, saying he wasn’t “photogenic,” but you dragged him in anyway.

the two of you squeezed into the tiny booth, your legs tangled together because of how little space there was. as the camera flashed, you made silly faces while bucky looked a little bewildered, but by the last frame, you managed to coax a smile out of him - a real one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. 

you couldn’t stop staring at the printed photos as they rolled out, your heart swelling at how happy he looked. he glanced over your shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. “gonna frame that, aren’t you?”

“damn right i am,” you said with a grin, tucking the strip of photos safely into your bag.

the sun was starting to set, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, when you finally made your way to the roller coasters. bucky was skeptical at first, muttering something about not trusting “rusty death traps,” but you could see the way his eyes lit up with a mix of curiosity and adrenaline.

“just one ride,” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes.

he sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “fine, but if we die, i’m haunting you.”

you laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the line. as the coaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension in bucky’s shoulders. you reached over, lacing your fingers with his. “it’s gonna be fun, trust me.”

the drop was sudden and exhilarating, your screams mixing with the rush of wind, and when you dared to peek at bucky, he had this look of pure, wild joy on his face. it was rare to see him so carefree, and it took your breath away more than the ride itself.

when you finally stumbled off the coaster, legs like jelly, bucky was grinning like a little kid, his hair windswept. “okay, that wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, looking almost bashful.

“see? i told you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss his cheek. he pulled you into a proper kiss instead, right there in the middle of the bustling crowd, not caring who was watching.

“thanks for dragging me out here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft in a way that made your heart flutter. 

“anytime, sarge,” you teased, smiling up at him.

he just shook his head, a fond look in his eyes as he pulled you closer. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

“yeah,” you said, resting your head against his chest, “but you love it.”

he just chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, and you knew he wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

🌀 bucky barnes : @notacleangirl, @v3lv3tf0x, @dugiioh, @whxtewolf, @lemoanaid

@yvespecially

🌀 one time tags : @pvndomi

taglist form linked in pinned post :3

[exterm-angel]

[seungfl0wer]

Hyunjin As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut🩷

Small note, hyunjin is really just- coming for me lately. So I needed this more than I knew lol

-🩵

•The hopeless romantic.

•He’s thinking of the best. Date ideas.

•They’re so thought out, so unique and cute-

•Takes you two to the beach for a beautiful picnic.

•Movie nights laying on your bed with a projected on the ceiling so y’all can cuddle.

•Plans cute painting dates.

•Speaking of paintings.

•Has so many doodles, drawings ext that are of you or things that make him think of you.

•Your first date? It’s a painting.

•That one picture he just melts seeing.

•It’s a cute little doodle he keeps in his phone case.

•Loves writings you little notes that you can put in your phone case.

•Loves telling others “that’s my partner”

•Gush’s about you a lot.

•Especially to the members.

•Which he always likes to tease you about them.

•”Ah- y/n why are you talking to innie? I’m right here? Your handsome boyfriend”

•And when you give any of them a hug.

•Mans whining “Right infront of me? How could you. We need to go home and change your clothes of his dirty touch”

•All in good teasing, makes you laugh, makes the members laugh.

•Sits and judges people with you.

•Like you don’t like someone?

•He’s picking up the same vibes but it’s plastered on his face.

•Random dance battles.

•Ending in you both on the floor laughing at each other.

•He’ll do the little “ew” thing to you when you ask for a kiss cause you pout and he just loves that.

•”Ew we can’t kiss! I have a partner”

•Likes to take you traveling with him especially to fashion shows.

•You’re always his plus one for anything.

•Tells you all the time “you should model you’re stunning”

•Ugh and this mans complimenting you so much.

•”My partner is just amazing, they look so pretty, they’re so stunning”

•Tries to learn about stuff you like so you both can do it.

•You like Knitting? He’s learning it.

•You like to play a certain game? He’s trying it out too.

•He gets the big sad when he’s away.

•Literally thinks he’s gonna die.

•Calls you from his room saying “I can’t go on my babies not here with me, it’s been 6 years”

•Dramatic man.

•Sends you so many dumb (cute) little videos.

•Also sends you so many pictures.

•So. Many. Pictures.

•Also listen- yall getting matching jewelry.

•Because he’ll be on tour and see these cute bracelets and need to get them for the both of you.

•He’s a really good gift giver too.

•Not that you want him too, and no matter how much you protest.

•He finds the most you gift. Like it’s scary.

•Overall this man is such a hopeless romantic.

•Be ready to be treated like a god.

•Cause honestly that’s how he views you.

︵‿︵‿୨Smut Below୧‿︵‿︵

•He’s just as romantic in the bedroom.

•Does the whole rose peddles to the bed.

•Candles, good music ext.

•His favorite way of fucking you is anyway he can see your face.

•He just wants to be able to kiss you.

•Hands frantically touching your body.

•Also think he’s very vocal. Not so much talking.

•More of he has his head in your neck moaning and groaning.

•Is definitely leaving marks on you. Thinks they’re pretty.

•Im a firm believer that he loves when you ride him facing him.

•He can hold onto tightly, hands running all over you.

•Both of your faces contorting in pleasure.

•Likes when you suck or bite his neck.

•Honestly probably likes when you choke him. Not hard but just enough.

•If he does talk it’s him whimpering about how good you feel or how good you’re doing.

•If you got tittie he sucking them. Feel like he’s a tittie kinda guy.

•Man also really enjoys shower sex.

•It’s just so so intimate.

•And this. This is the most loving kind of sex.

•It’s normally when he is really needy and just wants you.

•The feeling of the warm water while he fucks you makes him cum so fast.

•He just loves loves it.

•Aftercare with him is a lot of loving words.

•Cuddling on the bed as he pushes his hair out of your face.

•Telling you how much he loves you.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[valer1esgallery]

Satan headcannons

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Ok hear me out, Satan knits and or crochets, let me explain. Knitting helps him calm down after a wrath episode, sometimes he throws things at the wall but he knits to calm down. Just doing something with his hands while he mumbles about how much he hates Lucifer or whatever pushed him into the episode, it helps calm him down. He has this one project he has whenever he is angry, every time he is angry he uses a different type of yarn to symbolize what made him made, just like one of those temperature blankets. (red for Lucifer, yellow for mammon, dark brown if someone compared him to lucifer, dark blue if someone hurt you or his family, ext:)

Because he is pretty close with Asmo, i feel like he has a secret draw in his room full of face masks, nail polish and small bracelets that Asmo's given him so whenever he is over, he can just shit talk with him while they do face masks and nails together

I like to think Satan can make the scales on his tail smooth when he wants and can spike up when he wants. He uses his spiky tail when he is in combat, threatened and or in one of his wrath episodes, while he uses the smooth tail to cuddle you or to carry things like books and coffee cups. He lets you touch his tail whenever it is not sharp, when it is spiky and puffed up, he refuses to let you touch it out of concern of hurting you

He has matching cat charms on his phone with you, you brought them back from the human world and it has been on his phone

His knuckles and fingers are scarred because of his earlier years from when he couldn't control his anger and wrath, he used to punch walls, drag his nails across the floors, get into fights, continue to do things that he knows hurt him but want to spite someone, ext. His hands are badly scarred and his fingers sometimes lock. He is slightly insecure about his hands but, when you hold his hands, suddenly that insecurity goes away, knowing you wont judge him because of his scars.

Just like all of his brothers, he loves seeing his pact mark on you. His pact mark is located on your left shoulder blade, it being visible whenever you are shirtless, wear a vest, or wear a backless dress/top. Just like everyone else, he like tracing it with his fingers. When your cuddling together, he'll have you both on your sides while you face each other, you curled up against his chest while his head rests on top of yours. His hands rest on your back while he holds you, his fingers lightly tracing his pact mark on your shoulder blade

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Little cutie lol

This is longer then my other ones, but I enjoyed writing it. What should I write next?

[oncasette]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗

xavier shen x fem!reader, boyfriend!zayne li x fem!reader

summary: 1.1k

His gaze shifts to the window. The heavy moon sits and leers at him. The light of it mocks him, pouring into the hospital’s waiting area in the same vein as it was showering over you. Too late, he thinks, to be wondering if you were looking at it, too.

or the one where xavier is surprised to see you already at the hospital when he comes into the emergency room for a fractured wrist.

content: jealousy, unrequited love, broken bone (wrist)

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It’s already night when Xavier arrives at Asko. He should have come in earlier, the pain in his wrist nearly blinding as he stumbles his way through the waiting area. He’d been so pumped up on adrenaline earlier that he hadn’t thought much of it, but the moment he’d gotten home, it became unignorable. Hence why he was holding it up to the lady at the front desk with a desperate look in his eye. 

Had you been at work that day, he wouldn’t have heard the end of it. He would’ve been rushed to the hospital as soon as the wanderer had been dealt with. He can picture it now, your gentle hands running a sling over his shoulder to keep him from agitating it further, your worrying eyes tracing over the rest of his features. It wouldn’t have happened in the first place, had you been at work, he thinks. He’d been so distracted with ideas of what you were doing on your off day that he hadn’t seen the wanderer coming up on him until it was too late. 

“I’m sorry, we don’t have any available beds right now,” the receptionist says, a hair less sympathetic than Xavier had been expecting from the hospital staff. He nods helplessly as gives him his options, opting to sit in the waiting room until he could be seen. It’s not like he even needed a bed, really. He wouldn’t mind being seen in the hallway if it meant he could get something to deal with the pain shooting up his arm now. 

Still, even with the ache and the uncomfortable chair, it doesn’t take incredibly long for Xavier to feel his eyes start to droop under the luster of sleep. He’d never admit–maybe under the guise of alcohol, maybe–but he tends to dream of you more often than not. He dreams of your nose scrunched up in displeasure, a food you don’t like being poked at in front of you, dreams of your voice as you whisper sweet nothings in his ear, dreams of your fingers prodding at his cheeks early in the morning with the sun cascading over your features and making you look like something hand-crafted by the divine. He dreams of your lips coasting across his nose, his eyelids, his jaw. He dreams of your voice.

“Xavier?” you ask. He curls into the sound, cheeks growing rosier. A pleasant pressure growing on his shoulder. Your voice, again. Louder this time. “Xavier.”

He wants to live in your warmth, to drown in the way your mouth cradles the vowels of his name. 

A shake this time, that draws him from his slumber. Bleary eyes take in his surroundings only to lock onto you in an instant. You were here. He calls your name in a drowsy rasp as you help him sit up further in his seat. 

“What happened, Xav? Why are you at the hospital so late?” you ask and he preens under the attention. 

“My wrist,” he mumbles. “No beds.”

“Oh, gods, what hap-” a gasp cuts you off as you look down at the black discoloration that had marred his skin. Your fingers hang out in the air beside him, and he wishes you would just touch him, even if it would sear pain up his side. 

Then you’re turning and a swath of cold rinses through him. His gaze follows you like a puppy’s would, begging for your notice. 

“Zayne, you wouldn’t mind checking him, would you?” you ask, looking up at the doctor behind you. Xavier’s brow knits together. You know him? 

“He’ll need more than I can do for him,” Zayne says, but he’s already moving closer to Xavier and sitting in the chair on the opposite side of him from you. “I can’t decipher much just from an external examination.”

Xavier doesn’t look at the man beside him as he grabs his wrist. He keeps his eyes on yours and traces the slope of your nose. 

“It’s broken,” the doctor says. “That much was obvious, already, but he’ll really need to stay and get an x-ray for further information. I’m sorry, love.”

That gets his attention. 

“That’s alright. Thank you for looking at least,” you hum, running a comforting hand over his shoulder that leaves Xavier keening into you. Or, it would have, if he wasn’t so hyperfocused on the name the doctor had called you. You move to stand, your hand coming up to cup Zayne’s cheek briefly. Xavier suddenly doesn’t care about the pain in his wrist, a different strain of fire seeping through him. The ire in his blood licks at the back of his eyes until all can see is splintering shards of scarlet and maroon. 

“I’ll meet you at home, alright? I should stay with him for a little while, see if he needs anything,” you say, pressing your lips against the corner of the man’s lips. 

“Of course,” Zayne nods. “Thank you for bringing me dinner. If you wait around long enough, we might be able to ride home together.”

You nod, bidding him goodbye before moving to sit beside your partner. Xavier dodges the hand that comes out to rest on his uninjured wrist, dropping it in his lap in spite of the screaming urge within him to let himself collapse fully into your hold. 

Home? Your home? How long had another man been occupying your space, how long had you both been calling it home? 

“I don’t need anything,” he spits petulantly. He watches you flinch in his periphery, and guilt surges through him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying, really. I feel horrible that you got hurt, especially since I wasn’t there,” you say softly, your fingers twiddling themselves in your lap. He shakes his head. He doesn’t know how long he’d been in the waiting room, but it surely couldn’t be that much longer for a room to open up for him. 

“You should go home,” he huffs, though the soft lilt nearly betrays his lingering emotions. “I’ll see you at work.”

After a beat or so of watching him you whisper, “Okay. If you’re sure. Please text me if you need anything, alright?”

He nods again, turning his head away from you fully as you leave him there. He couldn’t bear watching you leave, walking away from him as if you weren’t taking the rest of his world away with you. Like you hadn’t stomped all over his dreams by kissing a doctor and waiting for him to come home. 

His gaze shifts to the window. The heavy moon sits and leers at him. The light of it mocks him, pouring into the hospital’s waiting area in the same vein as it was showering over you. Too late, he thinks, to be wondering if you were looking at it, too. 

[bambi-luvs]

first actual post kinda nervous 😔🤞

anyways this is abt collide by @valeisaslut coz i can’t think abt anything else right now and how i PERSONALLY see reader

i know it’s a big no no to share stuff like this in like a x reader fic coz everyone imagines stuff differently but u can’t hold this in anymore sorry 😔🙏

appearance

idk if im the only one but as soon as a character has no description i immediately imagine them as my race (99% sure its coz i had like no representation growing up) but while saying that i dont think of her as me yes it is a x reader but in my mind i PERSONALLY imagine her to look like laura harrier, taylor russel and olivia dean if they where one crazy talented, gorgeous, lesbian musician who just wants her girl back 💔💔

vibe/ fashion

i feel like she gives olivia dean, sabrina carpenter and olivia rodrigo vibes and i feel like this is her style for touring, awards, casual, ext xx

anyway everything below is how i see her in each era/stage of her career or journey or whatever and drawings for each.

pre fame

i feel like even before being famous she wasn’t really her own authentic self growing up because of where she grew up the people she was surrounded by and her family (maybe self projecting idk 😬) i feel like she wasn’t very reserved and lowkey secretive (hiding stuff from family and friends). these are some photos i think match her atmosphere at that time xx

and a drawing i did of how i think she looked

first album

i feel like she was really trying to be anything but herself and trying to fit into every box and appeal to everyone at this point and that she doesn’t have much of herself to hold onto or doesn’t want to share it with the world in fear of being judged or rejected.

second album/her and ellie’s era 💔🥀

fully think she was in some of the happiest periods of her life at the beginning and then it all went downhill. she was free exposed and in love and it showed….till it didn’t and if you’ve read collide we all know why 🫩

third album

two years is a crazy time skip but anyway the fact that those two years were probably the most quite years of her life and she had to spend the first one depressed 💔 she’s real as fuck tho is ellie was my girlfriend and she broke up with me over something in trying to help with id be unconscionable too but after the help and healing i feel like this is her having the most freedom she’s ever had 🩷

lowkey fucked up the last drawing😢. anyway this is wayyy longer then i thought it would be but i love reader and i hope this is at least a little accurate. she’s so iconic and real and i’ll always feel for her and all that she’s lost as someone with homophobic family (not my parents but all my extended family).

go read collide it’s amazing and @valeisaslut is like the sweetest person ever!!!! (praying she replies to my song recs i need opinions 🙏🙏)

🩷🩷

[amf-studios]

Ladies gents and enbys on all sides of the spectrum, I am overjoyed to finally announce:

I AM OFFICIALLY OPENING COMMISSIONS!!

I have been wanting to do this for so long! At first I wasn't sure I had the audience to do this, but I've had a handful of people contacting asking if I take commissions! And I can now finally say "YES!"

now, before anything else, let's get the ground rules out of the way!

Services I will provide and their basic rates:

Head shots- 15 US dollars

Full body: 20 us dollars.

For additional characters: +10 dollars per character, 3 character limit per piece.

Will make pieces for existing characters or OCs. If you are ordering art of an OC, please provide a detailed description. Picrews of your oc are also appreciated.

Comics: 10 US dollars per panel

If the client desires shading on their comic, and additional 10 dollars will be charged.

Will do comics of existing characters and OC's, however in the event of an OC comic, the client must provide and image of the desired OC's.

Will draw:

Ship art

Antros

Headcanons

LGBT content

Characters in nice dresses

Mild nsfw(characters in swimsuits/underwear, risqué positions, no exposed genitalia/other inappropriate anatomy)

Will NOT draw:

Incestuous or pedophilic content

Gore of any kind

Hard-core NSFW (full nudity, visible genitalia, fetish material)

Hate speech of any kinda

Political works

General rules

A client may order three pieces at per order

Clients will be expected to pay the full amount upon an order's completion. No 'I owe you's.

I will not accept additional orders for a client with an outstanding order until their outstanding order has been completed and payment has been provided.

Those who fail to pay for their orders will be denied service in the future, unless unpaid tabs are settled.

If a client intends to use their order for commercial use such as Advertisement, merchandise, ext, there will be an additional charge as compensation. The exact amount of this charge can be negotiated

Payment will be accepted via Venmo; edit: PayPal user's with Visa+ enabled will also be able to send payment.

We're switching to payment up front. Didn't think it was necessary at first because I can get works done relatively quick, but circumstances have lead me to the conclusion I was wrong.

If you are interested in commissioning me, please send your requests via email to amfstudios.commissions@gmail.com

I look forward to working with you!