#eyeball beanie

[slimeanimal]

👁 sup

[its-a-beautful-day]

Tuesday - Tiptoe the Rat

These lads have come together to summon some cheese. It's definitely going to take a group effort to eat it all too

Outtakes under the cut

Cheese attracts mice/rats, and cats come to follow. Mini pumpkins, eyeballs, and plushies are all toy shaped so I ended up having some very excited non-helpers during today's photo shoot.

Also the first fabric I laid down was too similar colored to the rats so I switched to the silky black (which is technically a vampire cape). Unfortunately this was even more fun to play on. Luckily it all worked out and the cats won by stealing an eyeball for themselves.

[soft--dogs]

this might be too niche an commission idea, but would anyone want a beanie baby of your fursona or oc similar to the sammy one i just posted? if i get enough interest i'll make an actual post with details. oh and this is just for art, i'm not making physical plushies!

[cafe-mouse]

baby brothers Almondbutter and Cookiedough 💛

[pasta-stuffed-possums]

So, when Luz was revived, it was the Titan’s magic that allowed that to happen. But the Titan’s magic left her after she defeated Belos. So, what if that had ended her revival?

A tradition written in flowers, carried on by those graced by the one who left them all behind.

[derlejoe]

Janis Wurzer

source: instagram

[canisbeanz]

This promo image (I think?) of a Beanie Baby named Magic the Dragon heals all wounds, it is my favourite thing for my eyeballs to see.

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley, Missus Princess Daddy edition:

Little Bean Riley (Simon calls her "Beanie" or "Bean" because she looked like a bean when she would scrunch up while sleeping as a baby) is a daddy's girl through and through, the apple of Simon's eye. It's his family's world, mate. He's just living happily in it. He also swears she would look at him like he was the most interesting science experiment and the most traitorous subject ever when she was a baby. Mm. He doesn't know where she got that from. ("You sure about that, Si?")

After you would feed her, she wouldn't be content just sitting in her baby chair. Simon would hold her with one arm and eat and drink with the other. Cue Queen Bean staring at him or, er, his food and drink and grabbing at it. "No, Beanie," Simon would gently say and there goes that stare again. How dare you say no to your Queen Bean, peasant father.

It's a pain in the ass that he has to shave a lot but it is what it is. Queen Bean does not approve, however, because while she loves to touch his scars and crooked nose, she really likes his stubble. For some odd reason. Cue the look of disappointment. Your baby girl turns to you for your support in this betrayal. "I know, sweetheart. I think the same thing," you say and Simon wonders where you two went wrong because you're supposed to be a TEAM lmao.

Queen Bean getting older and while she doesn't know what Simon truly does, the little girl is smart. She knows enough to know that Daddy should not be getting all the boo-boos he's getting when he comes home and she lets him know. "Bad, Daddy. Bad!" You nod in approval. Bloody hell, he's outmatched in his own home. "Sorry, Beanie," Simon says, but Her Majesty shan't be appeased that way. A trip to her and Simon's favorite bakery would suffice. She promises not to tell you about it.

Her Majesty has seen her destiny and come into her role. Thank you, Disney. Bean knows what she must do. She knows what Daddy must do. When Queen Bean can no longer protect the denizens of... Rileyland, Daddy must step up, and so, in pure Disney and Queen Bean flair, she crowns him... Princess Daddy of Rileyland. You tried your damndest not to laugh in Simon's face. Honestly. Truly. Not really. The name has stuck and now Simon is Princess Daddy around the house and he wonders how his eyeballs haven't managed to fall out what with the way he rolls his eyes so much. Just like there can only be one Missus, there can only be one Princess Daddy. It is him, Simon Riley, First of His Name, Missus Princess Daddy. He wears his titles with pride.

Princess Daddy must comport himself with the utmost poise befitting his status. The pinky finger must be out when drinking one's cuppa. He must wave to his subjects (Queen Bean's toys) with regality—bloody hell, he doesn't wave—and SWEAR JAR, Princess Daddy of Rileyland! He must also be available for cuddles, movie time, and daddy-daughter dates to the toy store and bakery. Always, Beanie. Always.

Simon has also become Beanie's personal mobile throne and jungle gym. A Queen's feet should never touch the ground after all. It's the way her eyes light up when she sits atop his shoulders and sees the world around her. The world that can (and will) one day be hers. It's the joy she radiates and it makes Simon's heart swell. And this is why he takes his duty as Missus Princess Daddy, Protector of Rileyland so seriously...

...Well, until he had to undergo a makeover. Because you and Bean watched the Princess Diaries. And because you really love doing self-care. Bloody hell. Have you ever seen a 6'4" mountain of a man, with scars and stubble aplenty, wearing a Hello Kitty face mask and some glittery nail polish on his fingers? Well, Simon supposes there's a first time for anything. His skin's never felt better, though, and he's yet to take the nail polish off. Mm. "Makes the wedding band stand out, yeah?" he asks you, and it actually does. Queen Beanie has impeccable taste as always.

And when your baby girl gets sick, Princess Daddy never leaves his daughter's side. Like hell he ever would. He must protect Rileyland after all. He's there to tuck her in, give her medicine, and soothe her pain as best he can. He risks the back pain, huge frame wrapped protectively around Queen Beanie as they nap in her bed. It's the cutest thing. You drape another blanket over them both before busying yourself with your own devices. You and Beanie couldn't ask for a better Protector.

[palaeoplushies]

I made some Teeny Beanie 'Cinies! Or Thylabeanies... Adopt one here: https://www.palaeoplushies.com/shop/beanie-cinies These are inspired by Beanie Babies and the McDonald's Teeny Beanies. The little ones are the same size and the same fabric! (As such, they might have the same sensory issues). The bigger baby is soft minky. The pattern wasn't traced directly, but eyeballed from early Beanie Baby dogs. These are a limited experiment- these are the only ones I'm likely to make!

[inoreuct]

punkflower where hobie likes to crochet in his spare time bcs it keeps his hands busy; he does it while he’s daydreaming and it’s great! it’s fun! it’s relaxing!

the problem is that he can’t stop making things related to miles.

he picks up his hook and when he looks down again he’s made a little crochet spider in red and black. he doesn’t even remember reaching for the colours.

he tries again a few days later and by the time he realises he’s daydreaming about miles’s face and miles’s hair and miles’s smile, he’s already nearly done with a loose-knit navy cardigan. he ties it off temporarily and tries it even though he already has a feeling it won’t fit properly, and he’s right.

it’s too short on him.

because he’d subconsciously made it to miles’s measurements that he’d eyeballed.

fuck.

he finishes it anyway, passes it to miles all nonchalant just to get it off his hands and off his mind but the next time they hang out miles is wearing it and hobie has to stand in the corner with his mouth shut before he puts his foot in it, because the cardigan fits perfectly and if he talks he’s absolutely going to embarrass himself. miles is laughing with his head thrown back and hobie desperately wants to kiss him.

but obviously he can’t, so he crochets more instead and it gets even worse. he’s burning through his red and blue yarn like paper; he’s made headphone accessories, keychains, beanies, a whole collection of loose-knit tops bcs he can’t get the image of miles wearing the first one out of his head.

it’s ridiculous and he drives himself up the wall with it, but he gives them to miles anyway and says they’re just practice pieces until gwen and pav ambush him in his flat and yell at him to finally fucking confess or they’ll do it for him, bcs miles is decked out in swag knitwear and they keep getting stopped on the street by strangers asking where he gets his clothes and you know what he says?

he says they’re just his friend’s test pieces. with a sad little smile.

and hobie can’t stand it anymore, because he practically CUSTOM-MADE everything, test pieces his ass. he opens a portal right to miles’s room and his heart squeezes when he sees that miles is in one of the sweaters he made, cream-coloured with a maroon star on the front, a little green knitted sprout tied to his headphones on top of his head.

miles slams his sketchbook shut, blushing like he’s been caught, and hobie walks right up to him and says, “they weren’t practice pieces.”

miles blinks at him, still clearly flustered. “o…kay?”

he soldiers on. “i made them for ya. with you in mind. by accident.” see? he opens his mouth and puts his bloody foot in it IMMEDIATELY. he fumbles to do some damage control but miles is smiling crookedly, pulling his headphones off.

“you handmade me enough things to fill half my closet… by accident.”

“yeah.”

hobie has to force himself to breathe because miles is standing up and then they’re kissing and every damn thought gets wiped clean out of his brain.

“was that by accident too?” miles asks, close enough that hobie can smell the cocoa butter he uses on his skin, something warm tucked beneath his wry smirk and hobie wants to kiss it off his damn mouth, so he does.

(afterwards, they tumble down to dinner grinning like fools. miles’s parents don’t question, and they miss gwen and pav fist-bumping just outside the window.)

[loupy-mongoose]

I do believe I can call the guy done. :>

I went all-in with the Classic Ty style and gave it thread eyes, instead of attempting to needle felt itty bitty eyeballs for it. XD

In all, it's a teeny tiny beanie friendo~! ^v^

I may alter the pattern to have the arms further back, but this lil guy is still a cutie!

It went fairly quickly for a from-scratch project! I'm not used to getting good patterns first try. XD

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

touchin', m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook has got ten minutes and a hard dick. So he says. You learn you can't trust everything he says though.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; lovers that call themselves friends-with-benefits because JK is a fool; both parties are freaking annoying tbh; smut (fem reader, double lip piercing JK, heavy petting, standing doggy with clothes on, lots of neck making out, light nipple play, low-key forearm kink); fluff; non-idol!AU - JK is wearing the outfit from his 2023.06.29 Weverse live

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“I have ten minutes and a hard dick.”

You rubbed your temples.

“Jungkook, why are you calling me?”

Breathless surprise, as if the man on the other side of the line didn’t realize how jarring it was to call someone announcing a time limit and a stiff rod. “I have–”

“I heard you,” you growled back, interrupting him sharply as you heard the knock on your front door. “I just can’t believe you. You’ve got plenty of people trying to get in your pants.” You unlocked the door and wretched it open. “Yes?” you blurted out impatiently.

What?

You weren’t expecting anyone decent at near midnight.

Big peepers stared back.

“But I don’t want anybody else in my pants,” Jeon Jungkook told your ear and your face.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your phone. “You look like an egg.”

He did. Black beanie jammed onto his head, his black-brown hair sticking out every which way underneath, even a dropped jaw to emulate that pointed side of said metaphorical egg. White Nike t-shirt two sizes too big for him. Loose black sweatpants. Cute monochrome black-and-white sneakers you would not be letting into your home.

He bit his lower lip, still clutching his smartphone. You noticed there was another piercing on his lip now.

“I thought… we were…”

You pulled him by the front of his shirt and yoinked him inside.

“Don’t just stand out there with your mouth agape,” you scolded gently, shutting the door. “I don’t want you talking about your hard dick to my neighbors. Take off your shoes.”

It was an awkward moment of bodies pressed together and hastily followed instruction. You had to pluck his phone from him and end the call because it seemed like Jungkook had decided his primary task was ogling you and your bare legs. A large, vintage band t-shirt was good enough pajamas for you. You bent down to shove his shoes against the wall and you were very sure Jungkook’s eyeballs were glued to your ass. All that was well and good, but what was thinking, calling you up about his hard di–

His lock screen flashed on when your thumb grazed against it.

You spotted one of your Instagram photos hiding behind the time stamp and his numerous notifications.

Huh.

You looked away.

“Take this,” you muttered, jamming his phone back into his open hand. “What are you doing out so late anyw–”

You cut yourself off once you realized how close Jungkook was.

In this entire space of your front entrance, he had picked centimeters away from your chest to be his standing spot, forcing you to look up at him and his big dark brown peepers. Seemed like he was eating well. He had a little more fullness to his cheeks tonight, although he still had his sharp jawline and that silver hardware gleaming on the right side of his lip. One hoop, one new stud.

“I… I, uh…”

You intended to deliver some firm comeback, but instead you relented under that gaze and pressed your thigh against his. Just to feel him. Not too much, but enough to have the contact and strike the friction between bodies.

“Um…” He was mumbling, struggling to think. “I have to go meet my parents at the train station. They said they picked up some stuff for me and that I should go get it.”

You frowned. “So… why are you here?”

A jolt as you realized he was closer and taking your hand, pulling it down, lower.

Lower.

“I can’t go like this…”

Pressing your hand to his crotch, his lips already on yours as you palmed his rock-hard erection through his pants.

Yeah, you can, and Jungkook could tell what you were thinking from your smirk against his kiss and the tease of your tongue. There was no reason to make this easy for him, no matter how easy he was. You smiled, avoiding too much pressure in the kiss, both to frustrate him and because you were uncertain about irritating the new piercing, but Jungkook chased you, sharpness in his inhale, following your steps deeper into your dark home.

The one light you had on was in your bedroom, but you might not make it at this rate.

Strong hands grabbing the back of your head, fingers spreading out over your scalp, pulling you closer, and you met his insistence with calm, tracing your tongue over his lips and flitting in and out. Saliva and softness, the backs of his hands roughly hitting the wall, crowding you with his larger frame as you snaked your hand up and down his length, the fingers of your other hand sliding up the hem of his shirt and hooking over the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging him to you.

He moaned into your mouth when your fingertips caressed taut skin.

“What am I gonna do with you?” you purred, teasing him, nicking at his lower lip. The heat of his body was radiating and addictive. Too many clothes for how aroused he was. “I thought you said we weren’t that serious, hm?”

His hands in your hair tightened. “I t-take it back…” he whimpered. “I told you… I don’t want anyone else…”

You touched him all over, massaging his balls and toying with his cock, smearing the pre-cum over your palm and his length, pressing your soft thigh against his hard one. Rolled your body against his, your hot breath on his chin, his moan smoke above your eyes, and now he could feel that you weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt.

He shivered in delight.

You chuckled.

“I think you would say anything to have my hand on your dick.”

Pressed your lips to his throat and kissed down, wrapping your hand around his length. His pants were falling down his legs. You felt one hand leave your head and then his pants shifted. Then his fist hit the wall, a thunderous boom amidst his shudders that you felt through tongue and teeth, careful not to leave marks.

“H… Harder…”

You snickered. “You’re going to see your parents. I can’t leave hickeys.”

He whined, but you ignored it, flicking his earrings and licking under his earlobe. Tingling kisses left behind in your wake. He smelled like his usual clean soap. The tips of his hair feathered against your temples as you kissed the space under his ear, delicately sucking on it.

That was enough.

Time crunch and all that shit.

You were about to slide down the wall, but Jungkook stopped you, grabbing your shoulder.

You looked up, cocking an eyebrow. Half-laughing inside because his beanie was barely on his head, his unruly hair spilling out. There were visible beads of sweat by his furrowed brow, but you bit your words back and focused on those lidded dark eyes and flushed pink lips gasping your name breathlessly.

“B-Bend over.”

It would have a sterner effect if he hadn’t stuttered.

The side of your lips curled up irresistibly. “Oh?”

He lifted his fist off the wall and the foil packet caught the light.

You smirked.

“You’re so fun, you know that?”

Jungkook grinned and smacked the condom into your cheek, dragging your face to his, wild black hair over his eyes as he kissed you, indenting your lip with his jewelry.

There was something extra slutty about being mostly dressed and fucking standing doggy against the wall. He pressed his palm on your lower back but you were already slipping further down the wall, your panties at your knees, ass up, and you heard him swear when the throbbing head pressed into your dripping heat.

“Fuck… me… are you a virgin or what? Fuck!”

He would know from personal experience that you most certainly were not. You neglected to remind him he hadn’t warmed you up himself. Instead, you hiked your shirt up more and tilted your head playfully. Added commentary to be extra insufferable. For fun, of course.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not…”

Your hand hit the wall. Both palms flat, lowering more and pushing back as he pushed in, the ache viciously filled with his girth, pleasure suddenly racing up your spine and devouring the equilibrium.

“I’m not, fuck, thanking you, a-ah…!”

He was the one with his hands gripping your hips but you were the one to start off the bruising pace, sucking a breath between teeth and shoving your ass into his crotch, amplifying the power of his thrust, warmth swirling in your core, satisfaction blooming in your exhale.

“Mmmm, Jungkook, yeah, fuck, just like that…”

Your fingers curling into fists, immediate fire in your veins, clenching around his hard length and enjoying every second. Power and lust and savage sweetness, feeling his fingers dig into your hips, hearing his breath hitch, his moan vibrating in his throat. You had to stifle a laugh as you realized that he was suffocating all his sounds so he could concentrate, hm, how interesting, but you let yourself fall into the pleasure, tipping your head back and sighing, the building wave of orgasm seeping out and spreading over your lower belly, pulsing around him.

You dropped your torso a little lower and heard Jungkook groan, gripping your ass harder.

“Hah… so good… fuck…”

His name falling from your lips, with desire and grace, not hiding the feeling but burning in the fervor, remembering his insincere face telling you a bold lie, we’re not that serious, and you recalled thinking, is he just saying that because he thinks I’m intimidating or what, but you let him think what he thought and want what he wanted, his nails clawing into your back, harder, regular plans becoming more irregular, breathing heavier, hotter, until he was constantly searching for you with those shining brown eyes of his, pulling you to his embrace and trying to lock down this escape artist with his lips.

Maybe it worked.

Who knows.

You pressed your fist into the wall and let out a hiss of hot breath, clenching your core and all around him, ah, chasing that brutal fullness, that declivous slick friction with every loud smack, the prickling crawling up your legs and ribcage, come on, give it to me, your low purr intoxicated by the carnal desire and Jungkook couldn’t say anything, probably clenching his jaw and burning up from the heat, closer, his pants turning into coarse gasps, choppy and erratic, faster, hotter, throbbing, there.

He didn’t have time to warn you.

You felt your inner walls pulse and flinch, squeezing hard, the rush injected into the tension and making you gasp, thrown off by the sudden shaking ecstasy, your hand slipping on the wall. Catching yourself mid-slide and feeling Jungkook jerk, freezing your hips in place as he came in intense jerks, straining against your tightness, your name in a silvery, fucked-out moan.

Damn.

Could get used to that.

Your hair was all over your face, making the dark room even darker. “Heh. Trying not to cum too fast, huh?”

“S… Shut up…”

He barely forced it out, his hands giving out and sliding up your stomach. Oof, he was warm, his chest radiating heat onto your back, and yet you smiled as you felt his fingertips rub against your hard nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you in the afterglow. You pushed half of your hair back, amused at seeing his beanie somehow now on the floor. He lifted you up even though you didn’t ask, slipping out and shoving his sweaty face into the back of your neck.

“Hey,” you were about to protest, but he was squeezing your breasts and nipples, making you buck against him as he sighed into your skin.

“You smell so good, mmmm…” he was mumbling, ignoring your squirming.

You tried to reorient him even though he was the one trying to distract you. “Oi, aren’t you supposed to be going somewhere?”

“Wuh?”

You tried to unstick his hands from your chest but he pressed his forearms to your sides. Instantly, a tremor danced through your muscles, thundering, not allowing the arousal to subside. You sucked in a tight breath, feeling him clamp down on your waist with his arms. “What happened to ten minutes, I gotta go see my parents?”

“Oh… eh… it’s okay,” Jungkook hummed, kissing your neck through your hair. “I made that up anyway.”

Somehow, you had low-key guessed that, but there was no reason to let him get away with it. “I don’t like lying, you know,” you curtly reminded him.

“Sorry…”

He pushed your hair aside with his nose and plopped his head on your shoulder, hugging you tightly with his sweaty body. Your arms were hanging a bit limply in front of you, but that was because of his muscular embrace. It made you feel a bit like a caught kitty cat.

“Don’t do things like that,” you scolded, but he was shoving his nose in your jaw, warm breath and feathering kisses over the curve of your neck while massaging your breasts.

“Sorry… I just wanna be with you,” he murmured breathlessly. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute,” you retorted, burning comfortably and uncomfortably from his touch and words, respectively.

“And pretty. And smart.” He was ignoring you even though he was the one making out with your ear. “I was afraid you would find me annoying…”

“You are freaking annoying,” you confirmed, placing your hands on the backs of his, but not pulling them away. “I told you to tell me when you were horny, not make shit up.”

You could practically hear his pout. “Well, I didn’t know I was until I was driving over here.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He changed the subject. Classic. “Why do you have to wear clothes?”

“I can’t answer the door naked.”

“But it was me.”

“How would I know that?”

It was hard to describe the comfortable kind of exasperated he made you. A welcome, spontaneous, borderline ridiculous distraction. You somehow managed to get him to untangle himself from you and clean up, his clothes carelessly flung in random places, and you shook your head at him, you’re gonna have to pick those up later, but as soon as he had washed up, Jungkook was pushing you down on your bed, pressing your naked body to his and sighing softly, his hair a floofy mess.

“I didn’t say yes to you spending the night,” you said calmly as he kissed your collarbones, sparks lingering from the contact of his lips. You looked down. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Those round, shining eyes lit up in the semi-darkness of your bedroom.

“Like what?”

Pretending like he didn’t know, uh huh.

You shook your head and tangled one of your hands in his hair, nudging him up.

“Come here.”

He scooted up earnestly. You placed a fingertip on his lower lip as he neared, making him pause breathlessly.

“Is this new?”

You couldn’t miss the sparkling in his gaze as you mentioned it. “Y-Yeah…”

You raised your head and kissed it softly. “Should take good care of it as it heals, mmmm? So let’s just be rough down here…” you breathed, your other hand raking over his thigh, smiling as he flexed under your touch, moaning into your mouth, a sweet taste that you couldn’t stop craving, and yet you had to point it out one more time.

He had the audacity to pretend, after all.

“But we’re not that serious, right?”

Jungkook groaned and shoved his face into your neck as you laughed. “I take it back! Stop being mean…!”

There was just something about his impatient whine.

“Alright, alright…”

Bad decisions were made.

Like staying up until four in the morning fucking.

Ah, shit.

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drabbles masterpost | masterpost

[ellieluvr420]

You’re Mine (Ellie x reader angst one shot)

DEALER ELLIE SUPREMACY!!!!!! 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

It was silent, neither of you moved or spoke, your eyes were fixed on each other, neither of you daring to look away. Your eyes were glassy and bloodshot and hers were cold and dark, your nose was sore and running as you sniffled holding the tears in your eyes that were begging to be let free. You didn't understand how a girl that shows you as much love as she does could hurt you so bad.

disclaimer: I am in fact british and I've tried to use american vocab in we meet again, darling because I imagined the story set in a US city (NYC in my mind but i left it blank so people could imagine whatever city they wanted but i digress) and i did not enjoy doing that bc ik i still make mistakes and i think it looks goofy so one shots and headcanons and stuff will probs be set in britain, sorry if that is a bit annoying <3

You and Ellie had went to a party at a friend's flat, you had dressed up nice and Ellie had admired you while licking her lips as you got ready.

"You look unreal babe."

"Thank you. Want me to do your makeup after?"

"Yeah but don't blind me this time."

"I didn't fucking blind you, you blinked it into your eyeball, who blinks without warning when you're doing mascara?"

"Someone that blinks normally." You scoff at her and go back to getting ready ignoring her victorious smirk in the mirror.

As you arrived at the party you were both in a great mood, you're immediately greeted by some friends as you walk in and Ellie kisses you on the cheek and takes her leave to go set up on the sofa. Immediately she's swarmed by people looking to get their fix, some wanted weed, some wanted blow, she always had a variety when she went to a party and you can't help the hot feeling in your core as you take in her sitting there, legs comfortably spread with a cigarette hanging from her lips. She had dark grey baggy jeans on, with a black t-shirt that poked out from her hoodie that matched the colour of her jeans, her black converse poke out from the jeans and you never aren't amazed at the state of them, you bought matching converse together and you're both wearing them tonight but they look like entirely different shoes. Her silver chain with a charm that's the first letter of your name is laid on top of her hoodie and the view makes you swoon. Her auburn shaggy hair cut is concealed mostly by her small black beanie, you had played with the hair on show at the back of her neck on the way here, you always loved when she wore a beanie, something about it was just so hot to you.

You had been dancing for hours and chatting when Ellie grabs you and drags you away from your conversation.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Is everything okay?” She doesn’t answer she just continues dragging you out of the flat, she doesn’t release her tight grip on your arm until you’re walking through the door of your shared home. There was a red mark where her hand was and you watched as she froze when she saw the mark.

“Babe what’s going on? Did something happen with a deal?” She chuckles, it’s dark and full of mockery.

“You just don’t fucking get it do you? Are you really this stupid or are you just an attention whore?”

“Excuse me?” Your ears rang as her words hit you, you felt a stabbing pain in your chest as tears pricked behind your eyes begging to release, you couldn’t give her the satisfaction so you chewed on your bottom lip and blinked away the tears while you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat. “What the fuck are you talking about Ellie?”

“You! Fucking parading yourself everywhere and if that wasn’t enough you had to fucking hump Lucy right in front of my fucking face.” She yelled as she walked closer to you, you walked backwards trying to keep some space but as your back hit the wall she closed in on you. “Do you need me to remind you who you belong to hm?”

“Fuck off Ellie.” You push her off of you with every ounce of strength as the dam breaks and the tears begin to flow down your cheeks, you storm away to your shared bedroom with a delusional hope that she wouldn’t follow. You slam the door behind you only for it to immediately be slammed open again, the door smashes into the wall and you stay frozen with your back turned away from her.

“Fuck off Ellie? seriously that’s all you have to say? How about I’m fucking sorry.”

You spin to face her at her statement. “I’M SORRY? I have nothing to be sorry for Ellie. I did nothing wrong.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine Ellie, tell me exactly what I did wrong then.” Your voice comes out nasally and choked as the tears don’t falter in their pace as they race down your cheeks. You meet her eyes and the look of contempt only makes you sob more.

“You put on that skimpy outfit you know will get you attention then we go to the party and instead of coming to see me and sit with me and make it known that you’re mine, you literally speak to every single other person at the party. You were all over everyone, I’m sure they were embarrassed for you because I fucking was. No wonder you feel like they don’t like you as much anymore, they probably don’t. Oh and just to top it off you then danced with Lucy right in front of me giving me a front row seat to her wandering hands and you being all over it. You’re fucking out of order.”

You scoff at her, you’re genuinely stunned at how she could be so horrible. Ellie had never been like this with you, you were speechless.

“Yeah exactly now you’ve got nothing to say. If you’re gonna be a slut at least own it.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” The tears had stopped, you weren’t upset anymore you were furious, a red film was over your vision as you stomped over to her until your faces were inches away from each other. “Go on. Say it again.”

“I said you’re an attention-seeking slut.” She spat the words out with a venom and a switch flipped in your head. You didn’t speak you just started walking around the room throwing all your essentials into the first bag you could find. She watches while still for a second but as she realises you’re packing she rushes to start taking all the things out of your bag.

“Don’t Ellie. I don’t want to speak to you right now. Leave me alone.”

“No, you’re not leaving.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” She keeps removing the things that you’re packing from your bag until you huff and give up going to look for your car keys. “You can’t drive anywhere, you’re drunk.” You hated to admit she was right in the moment but you knew it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Then I’ll get an uber.” You start searching for your phone until you turn to see Ellie holding it in her hand. You storm over to her but she holds it above your head so you can’t reach. “Ellie give it back I’m serious.”

“I said you aren’t leaving.” The tears begin again as you feel helpless.

“Why do you fucking care? I’m just a slut right, not your girlfriend of three fucking years.”

It’s quiet as you both stand processing everything that’s been said, tears are streaming down your face but you don’t feel like you’re crying anymore. Ellie stands shifting her weight from one side of her body to the other as she fidgets with her fingers. She looks up at you and her heart breaks knowing she’s the reason you’re so upset after having such a good night.

“Why didn’t you come and see me all night? You always come and sit with me while I do my deals at least for a little bit and you didn’t. I rolled us a pink spliff to smoke together and you barely even came near me until you started grinding up against Lucy.” Her voice is soft and quiet, she sounds ashamed of herself because she is, she’s ashamed that she’s let her insecurities cause her to be horrible to the best person in her life, she felt sick with herself, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall of the living room and all she saw looking back at her was a monster.

“Ellie if you wanted to spend time with me you could’ve come and got me. You know I always want to spend time with you, I hadn’t seen loads of those people for ages so I was just catching up. But if you wanted me to come sit all you had to do was come get me and you know I would’ve sat with you until we left. I was dancing with Lucy my straight best friend of 12 years for fucks sake. If something was going on there it would’ve happened already.”

“You sure it hasn’t?” Ellie knows it hasn’t, she knows you would never do that. But her brain isn’t connected to her mouth anymore, her jealousy is the only thing controlling her actions right now, she feels like she’s watching a horrible film where the main character does the opposite of the right thing at every turn.

“You are unbelievable. I have been nothing but a loyal and loving girlfriend to you, I do not deserve this and I don’t have to prove anything to you but seeing as I have nothing to hide, my phone is in your hand. Go on Ellie, if you don’t trust me, go through my phone and prove yourself wrong.” She looks down at the phone but doesn’t make a move to unlock it. Her stillness only ignites the fire of your rage more. “Go on! You know the password, it’s your birthday! So go on Ellie, admit you don’t trust me and go through my phone.”

She stays in her place looking at your phone until she sighs and holds it out to you. “Of course I trust you. You just- you don’t notice how many people’s eyes are on you wherever we go, and it’s never bothered me, I love it, I love that you’re as beautiful as you are, I’m proud to be next to you but when we were at that party all I could see were people trying to take you from me and when I looked at you all I could see was you leaving me.” She sniffles and you see a single tear run down her face that she wipes away as soon as she can. You take your phone from her hand and throw it down onto the sofa next to you before walking to stand right in front of her. She avoids your eyes but you gently nudge her chin so she looks at you.

“Ellie, no one else could ever make me leave you. I love you, you are my world, my heart beats for you Ellie, it has since the day I met you. What will drive me away is if you take out your insecurities and jealousy on me instead of talking to me about it. I won’t stay around to be treated like this. I am better than this and I deserve better than this, I will help you work through this but not if you’re going to do this again.” It was like what you said was the end of the world as she immediately broke down into sobs, the sight stopped you in your tracks as Ellie never cried. You moved slowly like you were handling a bomb as you cupped her cheeks, your hands had barely touched her face before she was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug as she continued crying into your shoulder. You stroked her hair gently and let her cry until she calmed down enough to sniffle and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. I’ll fix it, I won’t get jealous anymore I swear I’m sorry.” She mutters into your shoulder as she cries more, her grip on you tightened almost like she was physically trying to stop you from going anywhere. You wrapped your arms around her neck and cuddle into her more as you walk backwards toward the sofa pulling her down on top of you.

“I’m not going to leave you and we can work on this together, you’re allowed to get jealous but you need to be able to discuss it with me instead of attacking me. I’m sorry for making you feel forgotten, I had no intention of doing that but I’m sorry that I made you feel that way anyway. I love you Ellie and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, I am so lucky to have you I would never want anyone over you.”

She looks up at you and presses a light kiss to your lips, so sweet it almost rids your lips from the salty remnants of your tears. “I love you more. Thank you for being so good to me.” She doesn’t seem entirely convinced by your description of her but she appreciates the reassurance more than she can explain.

You wrap your legs around her waist and squeeze her so tight you hear a choked groan leave her lips involuntarily. You make eye contact that neither of you break as you brush your knuckles over her cheek.

“I really am sorry. You know I didn’t mean anything I said, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“I do El. But it won’t happen again.”

“Never.” You share a timid kiss and she lays her head down on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, it had always soothed her, she feels herself calming and sinking into you until she looks up to see you already looking down at her with a devious smirk. “What’s up babe?”

“You still got that pink spliff from earlier?”

“I love you so much.”

[simplydannie]

Trolls! Velvet and Veneer

Inspired by and written for @grinnworld. Based on their ask, here’s part of it:

“Hey remember that time you drew Veneer and VeeVee as trolls but couldn't think of a solid for them then?

I think I might have something, the story starts out with both of them running from the mistress's goons. But then got separated and Veneer ended up getting captured, leaving Velvet to figure out a way to rescue him…”

This is probably going to be a more than one part story! I wanted to fit your idea all together but it would’ve seemed rushed. So here’s the first bit of your master plan! Thank you for the inspo 🫶 Hope you like it!

“Come on Veneer! Keeping running!” Yelled the small little pale Troll. Her high, green, braided hair swinging back and forth as she pulled her twin brother at her heels. The little male Troll behind her held on to his purple beanie, he held it tight as tears stung his eyes….he was scared. The footsteps chasing them grew closer, and closer.

“They’re getting close Velvet!” He cried.

“Down here!” She pulled him under a thicket. They made their way in as far as they could. She pulled her brother next to her, placing her fingers on her lips to hush him. Veneer held his hands over his lips to calm his breathing. The ground shook underneath them as the foot steps of the Bergens pursuing them closed in.

“Where are those rats?” A Bergens sniffed the air, “They’re close. I can smell it.”

“Tear down everything if you have too.” The other Bergens said. Both of them began tearing through the thicket, root by root, plant by plant. The two young Trolls hid as far back within the root of the tree, as far as they could.

“They’re going to find us!” Veneer’s heart began to race, sweat dripped down as his nerves kicked in.

“Shh! I’m trying to think!” Velvet scolded. Peeking around, there was nothing for them to climb. Rageous Trolls didn’t have the ability to stretch their hair like other Trolls. Velvet looked behind them….they had no other choice.

“Dig!” She whispered harshly. Both Trolls used their tiny hands to dig away at the root of the tree, hoping they could make an opening big enough for them to fit. They could hear the Bergens growing closer and closer as they continued to tear away at the thicket.

“Hurry!” She exclaimed….

…….“I see you…”

The twins turned around to find a giant eyeball peeking through the opening of the bush. Out of desperation Veneer continued to dig. Velvet wasted no time as she grabbed her brother by the wrist and pulled him out of where they were…just in time as the Bergen reached his hand in and attempted to snatch the siblings.

“Run Veneer! Run!” Velvet screamed. The made their way back out of the thicket and further within the woods. This time Velvet had not sense of direction, she was desperate, so she just continued to run. The Bergens scent for Troll made it difficult for them to hide. They were also ten times bigger making out running them difficult.

Veneer turned his head. He could see the brushes moving as the Bergens continued to push through the thicket and bush…. He failed to see Velvet had gone left as he continued to go right…..

…..She was quick. The Bergens didn’t see which way she went, but they kept their sights on the boy.

Velvet began to slow down as she heard and felt the stillness below her feet…. The Bergens…They weren’t following them anymore.

“We lost them?” Turning her head she saw that they were no longer being pursued. “Ven, we lost them!” She chimed…..silence…..

“Ven?”

…..No answer…..

“Veneer!”

……Nothing…..

She turned and looked all around her….Her brother was no where to be found.

“Oh no, no, no, no!” Her heart raced as she began to panic. Velvet had no choice, she ran back the way she came….

“Vels! Vels!” Veneer cried as he realized he had lost sight of his sister. He ran in circles as he panicked. “VELVET!” He cried again. She couldn’t have gone far, she was only just in front of him moments ago!

“Velvet please answer me!” He cried and cried.

Desperation to find his sister took over that he didn’t realize the pair of big yellow eyes staring at him.

SWOOSH!

In one scoop, the Bergen grabbed the small Troll and dumped him into a glass container.

“Hey!” Veneer banged against the walls of his prison.

“Only one? Where’s the other?” One Bergen mentioned.

The one holding Veneer shrugged, “One is better than none. Let’s take him back to the boss.”

“Veneer! Veneer!” Velvet cried. She heard nothing, no one…soon she felt the vibrations beneath her feet. Looking over head she gasped and jumped beneath a bush as she saw the two Bergens re-emerge. They paid her no mind, they didn’t even notice her. Peeking underneath she noticed that one of them had something in their hand. It was a glass container and inside was something small…a swoop of familiar green hair…

….Her body shook at the realization of who it was…

“VENNIE!” She cried. Velvet ran out for the bush and dashed her way to the Bergens. Her small legs could only get her so far…She saw them grow smaller and smaller. Tears began stinging her eyes…

“Vennie!!!” She cried again in hopes that her cry, that her voice, the sound of his name, that something would bring him back…. She tripped and stumbled. Tumbling to the ground Velvet shook…

….Was he gone? Was her brother really gone? Just like that?…Looking up to the spot where the Bergens once were lay empty now. They were gone from her sight, Veneer along with them. Glancing at the ground with tear struck eyes Velvet noticed something. She mustered up the strength and stood to her feet. She walked to an indention left on the soil for the Earth, following the patterns she noticed something about them…They were footprints…The Bergens had left behind footprints!

Velvet closed her eyes as she held a small hand over her heart…She tried something she hadn’t tried in a while. Her green hair stood up and gave off a small glow…

Vennie, Vennie, where are you?

Veneer crouched hugging his knees, he cornered himself as far as he could as he lay in the trap. His entire body shivered in fear….

“You see a Bergen, you see a Rageon….Run…Run as fast as you can. And hold on tight to your sister.” Their mother had old them….That was before the attack…Before their parents were stolen with half of their village by both Rageons and Bergens….They never saw their parents again…

Tears began streaming down his face…suddenly, he felt something. Perking his ears up he could distinctly hear the voice of his sister…

Vennie, Vennie, where are you?

“Vels?” He whispered. Was she, was she trying to communicate with him? It was a talent Rageous Trolls shared, it was a talent especially powerful amongst twins as their bond was stronger…He casted a glance at the Bergens…They weren’t looking. The swoop of green hair on his hair stood up, a small glow coming to it…

I’m trapped….a car…a highway….mountains….no, buildings…Tall buildings standing out of the clouds…It’s bright and colorful…

Velvet could feel it…She could feel her brother. Good. He was still alive. But what he said didn’t make any sense: tall buildings standing out of clouds? He was giving her where they were headed. She continued to walk still trying to hold on to the connection…

Stay with me Veneer, let’s keep connected a little longer….

Soon her hair dropped back to its regular braided ponytail, the glow gone…the connection was lost. They weren’t strong enough to hold it long, it surprising they could connect from so far away. She wasn’t going to stop trying, she followed what lead she had for now and those were the giant footsteps the Bergens.

“I’m coming for you Ven. When I get my hands on you, you’re in BIG trouble.” She mumbled…

…..He lost it…He lost the connection with his sister…He felt alone again. Veneer hugged his knees as the tears came… A cloth was draped over the glass prison covering his view. He could feel the container be lifted and carried. Moving around the container, he tried to catch a glimpse of anything he could see that could help him explain to Velvet where he was at…but nothing….He could hear voices and noises…He kept his ears perked…

“We caught one boss.”

“Just one?” It was the sound of a woman’s voice, that much he could tell.

“We went to the area where they told us…There was nothing but two Trolls. The girl ran off, but we caught this one.” The Bergen replied.

Veneer heard the sigh of disapproval the woman let out, “Those bastards in the under-city…They lied to us…That or gathered most of the Trolls up for themselves….Let me see this one…”

CLUNK!

The sound of the glass prison echoed as the Bergen placed it firmly on the table. The cloth was removed, Veneer looked up and saw the woman who had been speaking for the first time….She was a Rageon. Her skin was purple as well as her hair, it was tied up, loose curls falling around her face, bright green eyes staring at him.

“It’s a young one. That’s all you were able to find.” She scowled at her Bergen.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She looked down towards Veneer, “Let’s see what you’re made of.” Reaching into the glass container she grasped him firmly with her hand. He grunted as pain scorched his little lungs.

“Oh was that to hard? Weak.” She spat throwing him into a diamond bottle. Veneer tapped and banged against it.

“Hey!” He cried out.

Grabbing the small pouch that hung off the bottle, she began to spray herself….That’s when Veneer felt it….a pain scorching his body as he felt something being sucked out of him…as if all the air was disappearing around him. A small glow surrounded his body. Whatever she was doing caused her to glow along with him. His hair stood up and gave off a small glow..

Trapped….Diamond…Evil purple Rageon woman…it hurts…its hurts Vels…

The connection was cut off as he fell limp inside the bottle. The Mistress open hers eyes as a pink hue surrounded them….a Euphoria surging through her body…Euphoria and something else…something she’s never felt before.

“Oh, yes. This little one is definitely special.” She looked at the bottle as Veneer lay unconscious. Mistress tossed the perfume towards one of her Bergens, “Make sure he’s locked up safe and good. This one is mine. No word goes out to anyone else, do you understand!”

“Yes Mistress.” The Bergens walked off with the little Troll inside the diamond…

….As he lay on the diamond floor, eyes closed as he streamed in and out of consciousness, his hair began to glow slightly again…

…Velvet…. Stay away…. Don’t come….Danger…..

….He fainted.

[preciadosbass]

WEEKLY RECAP/HIGHLIGHTS [key and pictures of everything [if you’d rather not read] at end] 12/8/24 - 18/8/24

🐗# monday — watched my sister play five nights at freddy’s security breach, saw my mums friends, was told stories about my late cat by my dad, found the picture of the concert i went to and found my dad and i in the crowd

🐊# tuesday — gerard way funko pop arrived, made all i could of a can tab bracelet, put together two collages, made a kandi gecko, listened to my green day cd, made a beaded star

🦕# wednesday — recorded the cutest video of boris ever, made two upcycled bottlecap charms, made a shell windcharm-inspired charm, put photos + charms up on the side of my desk, drew the ‘templates’ for patches im going to paint, designed + drew my first ever killjoy oc

🦴# thursday — went to see my grandad + go charity shopping [thrifting], bought an avril lavigne and evanescence cd, drew killjoy oc again [nuclear nighthawk], finished can tab bracelet, made a kellin quinn necklace, put together a new outfit, put band/interest related pins on my jacket,

👾# friday — listened to falling in reverse’s new album, made a miniature beaded gecko that’s the roughly the size of a can tab, put together that outfit i ‘made’ yesterday [i love it], made a crab out of an apple, painted rocks to look like eyeballs and filled a jar with them, made a hanging can room deco thingy

🦇# saturday — made a bracelet, painted more rocks and put a great white shark/fish skeleton on them, went to my neighbours wife’s birthday party — MADE TWO ALT FRIENDS!!!, also had vodka teehee -_<

🛩️# sunday — went to bootsale - got 2x good charlotte cds, the used cd, blink 182 cd [cds all 50p each], a scene looking plushie [£2], a whole skateboard [£2], and a purple + black skull and crossbones beanie [50p] // went to a family barbecue

have a good day/night O_o

🗝️ — boris/my cat

[pixelplushies]

I got myself TY beanie baby Frederick fox (2022) as I really liked his design, but not a big fan of the oversized eyes!

So I decided to use my powers to de-eyeball him and give him some sexy new eyes. I chose gold over the copper ones!