#i love drawing little gob

[anonymous-tals]

It’s been a while and I’ve yet again accrued a number of Arrested Development sketches that I haven’t done anything with to further their completion in a while, but like regardless and have decided to post because of that.

For context, the girl in the Van Halen t-shirt is a character I made up who Tony is friends with during his high school years. Her name is Stella Reed, and they become friends after she sees Tony perform a magic show at the school’s talent show(she’s also into magic).

This last one is from all the way back in January of this year. I meant to include it in my last sketch accruement thingy but I forgot. Maybe it’s something I’ll revive one day, maybe not. I ended up writing a more fleshed out story based on it, though, so I more likely on the not side. But I like the concept and drawing sooooo ta da.

[hotxcheeto]

Sevika and Vi, separately, with a very affectionate girlfriend please! Fem reader and in headcanon format perhaps? Thank you!

━ 𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐅

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Sevika ( separate )

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - slight angst, SUPER FLUFF, cursing, I think that's it

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this took so long!! thank you for requesting, ily and have an amazing day/night!!

REBLOGS NOTICED AND APPRECIATED!!

☆ 𝐕𝐈 ☆

Touch starved to the MAX, she's been in prison for how long? And even before that the only hugs she'd get were from Powder, and once in a while Vander, and that's just slightly awkward every time because neither of them are good at emotions

But then you appeared, she's not sure when exactly how you got there in the first place, or why you lingered, but you were there to stay and she just had to deal with it

And she did, in a very strange way

At first, when you meet her, she's taken aback, because instead of a 'hi' or a shake of the hands, you hugged her

You hugged her.

Then she's staring at you like you've just slapped her and you're all smiles and 'nice to meet you' not noticing the absolute gob smacked shock

You tend to stick with her, even as friends, her cocky and jokey nature just draws you towards her and even more so after you're dating

Kisses are obvious between you both, but you'll always give more

Vi likes when you catch her off guard whether it be randomly kissing her cheek while walking by, kissing her while laying in bed and she's not paying attention or little nose pecks while she's working out and you go sit with her

Kisses are always welcome, and she's glad to return them, Vi just kisses a lot harder and a lot more passionately than you do, it's the fact that you were her first kiss, and she hopes you'll be her only kiss

Vi also loves your hugs though, she can't pick between them and kisses

Melting into your arms the moment she walks through the door is the way she'd choose to die

You're just always there when Vi needs a hug, and sometimes you even give her one when she's not aware she needs one

Vi's making food? You're hugging her from behind

Sleeping? She'll wake up with you hugging her into your body

Walking down the road and she sees you? You're sprinting up and giving her a hug, even if you just seen her an hour before

Vi loves every. single. one.

Especially if she's upset, having you there and holding her, kissing her shoulders while you either sit in silence or talk back and forth

Loves every gift you affectionally bring her, and everything you create for her and surprise her with

Vi keeps everything, and she hides the fact that she hoards your gifts from you until you accidentally come across her collection of things you've brought her

It was adorable

Loves your little notes you'll leave her, even if they're a reminder, your little sign off hearts make her smile and sometimes she'll carry the notes around with her during the day

She keeps them in her pants pocket

Vi loves when you randomly grab her hand to hold it, her grasp is very tight and her hands are heavy, but you don't mind

The pads of her fingers are rough, unlike yours, and sometimes she'll pick yours up and compare them when you're sleeping

You love them and no matter where you are, you like to hold her hand and run your nails over her knuckles while she talks or watches you

Vi is soft, on the inside, but she's softer than a cloud

She's just insecure

Tracing over her scars while laying around, that one makes her tear up and she tries so hard to hide it

You always notice and you always make sure to hold her extra tight those nights and whisper how amazing she is

You tell her how lovely she makes your life, and how much she does for you, that you love her until death

Makes her cry more sometimes, but mostly with a smile while looking at you grinning back at her

Vi loves you so much, protects you no matter what

You're so sweet and soft with her, her only wish is that you never leave her side, it's her worst fear

☆ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ☆

Vi might be touch starved, but she's affectionate, tall scary lady though, that word isn't apart of her vocabulary nor her everyday life

That was until you met her, coming into her life as a new bartender that she didn't like

It wasn't that you were a bad person, she just found you annoying and too nice

Especially to her, with those annoyingly pretty eyes, your stupid smile and that dumb way you'd greet her every time you seen her

Fuck she really fell for you, and she fell hard

You never really officially started calling each other yours, well you did cause you love to remind her that she's the best girlfriend in the world, but Sevika just kinda took you home and then it became your home too

Like a stray cat

Sevika is silent most times, you are not silent all the time

She's an invisible blusher, especially when it comes to PDA, but not like when she's got you pretty and propped in her lap

It's the sweet kisses you give her when you run up to her in front of people she knows and tell her how much you love her

Kisses, Sevika's personal favorite, but she'll never say one out loud

Early mornings are her favorite, she'll always get up earlier than you but sometimes, just sometimes she doesn't have to

And Sevika will open her eyes to you pressing super soft kisses on her cheeks, you're not trying to wake her up, you only wanna love her

And she'll act annoyed, but she'd kill anyone that got between those moments

Loves to kiss you though just because she knows how affectionate you are and how much you adore when she initiates it

Does it while you're sitting with her, sometimes its on the forehead or the cheek, sometimes on the lips when you're not looking at her

But if you talk about it or bring it up she'll deny it and then refuse any kisses silently in protest

Loves your hugs cause you know how to surprise her

You'll hide around the corner to hug her, jump at her in public, sneak your arms around her waist while she's doing something

And your personal favorite, big spoon her while she's 'sleeping'

She's totally awake

Flusters up inside when you tell her how pretty she is, how much you love her and how amazing she is

But only on the inside

RARELY does she let it show on the outside RARELY but not never

Sevika just has a hard time taking your compliments when your head is on her lap and you're reminding her how much her eyes remind you of the prettiest things in the world

Doesn't know how to deal with it sometimes, like genuinely, she kind of shuts down and puts her hand on your face to tell you to be quiet while you cackle and wiggle her away

Sevika shows her ways of love differently, like smacking you with a pillow to get you to stop laughing, but it just makes you laugh harder

Sevika loves your giggles though, LOVES THEM

Even though she looks at you like she hasn't smiled in centuries

Then wacks you in your forehead with the blanket she's trying to lay down

Then when you guys lay down you'll latch yourself to her and again, she just takes it, she never outright says anything unless she's teasing you and making fun of you for your affectionate behavior

Silently accepts the fact that your gonna be strangling her in her sleep from how tight you hug her sometimes

Hates peeling you off of her in the mornings though

Hates it

She'd stay there forever if she truly could

A/n: my back hurts

[moxpunk-art]

Gob A Week 1

A fun little project that I wanna do to keep my creative juices going: drawing a goblin every week until... until I get sick of it, really. I don't plan to stop!

First up is Lexx, my one-quarter orc of a goblin! She runs a podcast with her two girlfriends, Fizzi and Nills! Girl loves going to metal concerts and wrestling shows, so catch them there most often!

(she/them)

[lordtrypophobia]

Hello! I bring other drawings from Garden of Banban (this time with more characters, I make too many of the Sheriff.)

In the last drawing are Stinger Flynn and a character from another game called Jellyhead, from Nameless Cat. The game is very good and, for those who don't know it, it is in the Play Store for mobile phones. They are both jellyfish and I thought it was cute to draw them together. I certainly feel like they are polar opposites.

Regarding my Stinger design, I would like to say that I tried to give him more details, with fresher wounds as if he had been in a fight. Everything that is fluorescent yellow (the inside of its tentacles and the bottom of its head) glows for children afraid of the dark. It also has the smell and texture of orange peel, for some reason I thought of putting that in, I like oranges. 👹

And about Nabnab, I didn't change him much, I gave him a small normal spider tail, I made his two lower eyes black and his upper eye has a small pupil. It's the same character but with a slightly more realistic style.

I try to make them all in my own style, so they have one or two details that aren't from Gob's original designs, but I think that makes them prettier.

Finally! I was able to finish the drawing of the Sheriff Toadster on my grandparents' old computer, it's torture to use Paint with the mouse, but I really liked how it turned out, maybe it was worth it!

Un poco del proceso del dibujo.

And apart from the drawings of Gob's canon characters, I also invented my own oc, I decided to call her Fally Eucaly, she is a Koala and one of the calmest characters in the game.

Clarifying that they are not drawn in 3D to look like the original Gob characters, more or less this is how their design would be in the game. I noticed that there is little inclusion, in terms of children with disabilities, so, with some fear that my character will be judged, she is the one who takes care of all the needs of these children, Both with mental and physical disabilities, so that no one is left out of daycare. Despite its tender appearance, it has a mouth instead of a neck, meaning that it can open its mouth in such a way that what appears to be its head moves back, but it usually hides it, even when speaking. Maybe in the future I'll talk more about Fally's lore, but for now I'll leave it here.

Here is his little drawing on the mural, I don't know how much effort they put into painting her, literalmente es una pelota con ojos. Her phrase is "Be yourself. Those who are truly your family will love you just the way you are."

And finally, a drawing of Fally more in my style. I like it much better how it looks like this than in Gob's "original style".

That's all for now, I'll probably try to draw the other characters too, it's entertaining.

Goodbye gente bonita.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 4 -- Rotface

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 4 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Prostitution with Rotface x F!Six

GOODNESS I've waited so long to post something with Rotface 😩 He was like Gob 2.0 for me when I played New Vegas for the first time, just like... INSTANT love for him, ugh ❤️

This one I thought was pretty darn sweet, and a little glimpse into his life on that street corner where Six meets him.

I hope you like it!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Prostitution, drinking (alcohol lol), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, pining, hopes and dreams.

Words: 4.5k

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Rotface lounged against his dusty curb like it was an elegant chaise, his body sinking lower and lower down throughout the long, hot day. The coolness of the air was refreshing as the sun bowed its head over the sand in the distance. Patrons, Freeside goers, and tourists alike had all hidden away in their homes or gone off to gamble and sin for the remainder of the night. 

But the ghoul had waited in silence, one ruined finger brushing over the neck of some cheap bottle of liquor he’d managed to get his hands on. Some whiskey, or bourbon maybe. Perhaps even rum gone a little bit… off. He didn’t know or care much, his stomach and tongue were impartial, but his head… Oh, his head needed it if he was to make it through another interaction with his favorite patron to date. 

And, like he'd called her over with nothing but the mere thought, over she came. It was unmistakable, the telltale click of her shoes on the pavement, the pacing of her steps, unhurried, but anything but relaxed. Even before Six rounded the corner, Rotface could catch her scent wafting on the light breeze: cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and gunpowder. Always a hint of it, no matter what she wished to mask it with. 

It embarrassed him to even think it, but her scent was one he wished he could wrap himself in, like some strange desert creature burying itself in the sand for shelter from the elements, he wanted it to envelop him. 

Need to get over this shit. Hopefully the drink’ll help. 

“Hey, you. Fancy meeting ya ‘round these parts.” Six’s voice broke him from his thoughts, and he looked up at her, gazing wide-eyed, as if he was seeing her for the first time. 

Damn, how it always feels that way. 

Like a bullet to the chest from some Freeside thug, her visage hit him hard.

As per usual, Six was only partially clothed, in some bra-type, cropped shirt thing that only complimented the natural shapely curve of her body, her stomach was left bare, showcasing the smoothness of her skin, making it clear to him again why he’d spent so many hours daydreaming about laying his head upon her for a nap, her plush lap or stomach immeasurably preferable to the curb he usually called his pillow. Her skirt left even less to the imagination, especially from his angle looking up from the floor. Though, no matter what the angle was, the garment was made up of hardly any fabric at all, showcasing Six’s thighs and hips alike, both of which were frequent attendees in his daydreams as well. 

Rotface almost openly sighed as he saw her. Though it was nearly a nightly ritual these days, she still managed to draw his street-sharp mind into a tight bundle of fanciful nonsense. 

“Nice to see ya, Six.” Rotface managed to rasp out finally, pulling his gaze reluctantly from where it was tied to her form, her face, those eyes.

Suppose it doesn’t matter if I’m actually lookin’ or not. Always see her anyhow. Remember her face better than I do my own these days.

And that ain’t no bad thing. 

“Whatcha got there? Something to share, I hope.” 

“Nah, wouldn’t dream of it. Already had my fill, rest is for you, dolly.” 

“O-ho, what a gentleman you are.” Her smile shot straight into him, like a searing beam of light, right through his chest as she reached down for the bottle in his hand. No flinching away, no mildly disgusted look, no light, hesitant fingers as she brushed her hand with his in the transfer of the bottle from his possession to hers. 

“Wish I could take a seat beside you, but… Yeah, gotta stay visible.” She winked at him as she said it, but tipped the bottle back for a long swig a moment later, without even bothering to glance at the label. 

Didn’t seem to matter to her either. 

“It is still your corner though.” Six wiped delicately at her lipstick-framed mouth as she lowered the bottle down. “No matter who stands at it, they still know it as yours. So, if I’m ever intruding–”

“No way, doll.” He said, almost too quickly. “What’s yours is mine.” 

Rotface gestured to the bottle then, a soft expression adorning his face as he looked up at her. 

God, it must be obvious. Way I ogle her, night in and out. Maybe the drink wasn’t the best thought I’ve had… me a lil tipsy, her on her way… Could say something I regret. 

And she could actually hear it now. Not like my daydreams.

“You know, this street corner ain’t the only thing we got in common, I think.” 

Six raised a brow at him questioningly, but nodded a moment later with an odd sort of look upon her face. Another swig of the bottle, and then: 

“Hm. You’re right. Must be… Our fashion sense?” 

His laugh was much too raucous for the little quip she made, but dammit, the ghoul couldn’t help himself. 

Here I am, trying for once to be genuine, and then… 

Oh, but how could he ever be mad?

“Well, you do know how much I enjoy lounging on my curb here in the nude. Or in my leather panties. Heh.” 

Six giggled herself this time, and he felt proud to have inspired such a lovely refrain. 

“Nah, but, in all seriousness, I think… Well, we’re both one of the real people out here, you know? The ones out here trying to survive, yeah, but you’re not an asshole.” 

“Gee, thanks.”

He could’ve slapped himself for ending that sentence prematurely… and with no obvious tracks for it to go down in the highway of his drink-addled mind. 

Trying to speak from your heart is like engaging in an interview while under fire. Hearing the questions, formulating answers, wording them, all while remaining breathless and panicked. Scared for your life, even. 

“No, no... sorry, buzz is gettin’ to me a bit. But you’re just– hell, maybe we don’t even have it in common, I don’t know, but you’re one hell of a person, is what I was getting at. In some fuck-all roundabout way." He rubbed the bridge of his would-be nose, grinding his teeth as his confession only seemed to worsen.

"Just... Six, you doing all that shit for the NCR, for Freeside, The Wrangler, and all those ungrateful, privileged asshats in the strip, and look at you, still out here working street corners for scraps. You should have a fucking penthouse by now, you know? Be one of them fancy ladies with the jewelry and the colorful skirts and dresses. ‘S what you deserve, Six, that’s all.” 

“Glad you feel that way.” Finally relenting to the call of it, Six plopped down beside him, and Rotface felt his heart stutter as her hand brushed his bicep, giving him an affectionate little squeeze as she turned to him. “Nobody else seems to care, so you know… I suppose I’ll just keep... doing it, since I can’t sit by like the rest of those, ahem, asshats, as you put it so nicely.” 

He broke into a laugh alongside her, feeding off the warmth of her smile and wishing like hell he could see it a thousand more times in his life. 

“I couldn’t live with myself if I saw everything that’s going on around here and… didn’t help.” 

Six handed him back the bottle, nearly empty as it was, but with one last, decent gulp left. With a slow hand, careful not to dislodge the one she still had placed upon his arm, he reached out for it. 

“And… I guess I’ll just keep doing this,” Six gestured down to her scant outfit with unenthused fingers, “Until I can afford not to. However long that takes.” 

A pessimistic scoff finished her sentence for her, and Rotface felt his hand gripping the neck of the alcohol bottle so hard it might shatter. And he wouldn’t blame it. If it were possible for him to do the same in this moment, he just might've. 

Even as Rotface's grip loosened on the glass, his jaw stayed tightly clenched. He… had no idea she was that desperate. Some part of him assumed this was-- well, a job, yes-- but maybe she’d enjoyed it? Six always seemed so free, so good-humored, even in the worst of times, even when she showed up on their street corner with bags under her eyes, with bruises and scrapes he wouldn’t let himself imagine the origin of; she still was happy to see him, still made fun and light of their horrid, ruined world right alongside him… Maybe that’s what they really had in common. 

Now that he knew though, now that her dejected voice, her listless mannerisms, the dullness in her eyes confirmed that she hated doing this shit more than he could’ve imagined, more than he hated baking in the sun waiting for a more successful, luckier man’s pocket change to fall into his roughened hands day-in and day-out for ten or so odd years, well... He couldn't just stand by anymore. Not like he has for so damn long. With all she's done in that time, even after being fucking shot? It made Rotface feel like a pretty awful person.

To think too, after all that, all his years of this shit, and how little he's collected in his time on the street corner... 

Another shitty thing we have in common, I guess. If the world decides not to change, we’ll both be doing this forever. 

“Well…” Rotface started a thought out loud, his fingers already twiddling nervously at his imagined proposal. “You know, I-I could start paying you.” 

He felt her body tense, felt her eyes on him, but he couldn’t dare meet her gaze. 

“J-just for this, you know.” He added quickly, “The pleasure of your company here on the corner. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t improve my evenings, having you here with me. But, since I’m taking up your time and all…” 

“I could never accept money from you, R.” 

He smiled at that, her tender voice, her sweet nickname for him. 

“You want to know something?" She continued, her fingers twiddling distractedly over the skin of his arm. "I could stand on any street corner in Freeside. In fact, between you and me, this one really isn’t the best for business, but… Well, I enjoy the pleasure of your company too. And I couldn’t dream of asking you to pay for it.” 

Another comforting squeeze radiated warmth from her grip over him, and Rotface finally gained the courage to set his eyes upon her face.

“No..." A soft, slight smile touched her vibrant lips as she looked right back at him, "We’re in this together, old friend.” 

“If you say so." Rotface's own rough hand, pausing only briefly on its brave journey, now laid overtop hers, giving Six a comforting little embrace of his own. "But... If that’s the case, then… Say I did pay you for a night. A night we don't spend on this street corner, lovely as it is. A-and not anything, ah, promiscuous," He added quickly, "Just… you know. A night. Do dinner or something.” 

“Dinner?” Her brow quirked up on her forehead and her eyes narrowed with mischief. 

She must be onto me. No doubt she is… 

But she keeps playing along. So, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?

“Well, we just shared a nice drink, some good conversation… You wanna just skip dinner?” 

He was wide-eyed at what she suggested, what he thought she might be suggesting.

Could it be?

Nah... Too good to be true, that's what that is. Shit doesn't work out for me that way, not Rotface the poor street-corner ghoul. Not with Six. No way.

And yet, in that moment, her hand turned quickly, taking his in her grasp, and before he could fathom any single bit of it, she hauled him up and the pair set off quickly towards The Wrangler. He was comically giddy the whole way there, all teeth-baring grins and school-child giggles as she tugged him along behind her. 

He didn't understand, but even more so, Rotface couldn't bare to question it.

Sure, the pair got some inquisitive looks on the way and in the bar, both of them well-known in this part of town, after all. The piss-poor ghoul beggar and the Wrangler prostitute who was a sucker for doing the right thing, the kind thing, getting a room together?

The looks all confirmed what he tried not to let himself believe. 

Even if it is pity she has for me… who am I to complain? To judge her? 

Nah, he couldn’t think one wrong thing about the gal beside him, in front of him now in the dim room, leaving even less to the imagination, as she let her skirt flit down to the carpeted motel room floor. 

Six stepped out of the garment like she was trying to seduce him. As if she hadn’t already, from the moment he laid eyes on her. 

“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen." His rough voice sounded in the dim of the room as his eyes stayed locked to her mesmerizing form, "All my years, dolly, and it’s not even a competition.” 

Rotface couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, not for anything, as she approached where he sat on the creaky, ages-old box spring. The bed dipped from her movements as she crawled up and between his legs, running her hands down over the smooth fabric of his worn shirt until they reached the bottom hem. 

His own hands, rough as they were, gently stopped her movement. 

“Not sure you wanna do that, doll. Might just ruin the moment.” 

Six shook her head, her brows drawn together in sympathy as one soft hand brushed over the side of his face. Her touch was so tender, her expression so kind, yet… so wanting. It made his heart throb and race all at once. 

“It won’t.” Her voice was the firmest he’d heard it. “R… I want this bad as you do. Honest.” 

He blinked, and in the smallest split of seconds, Six's lips were against his. Like an old reel of film, his mind raced and churned behind the scenes, the chaos behind the beautiful picture up on the screen.

She was loud as a symphony, vibrant as a painting, with her passions. A pessimistic part of him whispered that it was practice, it was work, but a louder part shouted, ‘this is happening!’ 

Because that’s what mattered. 

Six was here, with him. She said she wanted this, she followed it up with actions that had him in a frenzy, that had him questioning his sanity, and the life expectancy of ghouls once they go feral. 

His mind scrambled like this, the heat coursing through him, the kiss felt like it was sending him into a metamorphosis. 

Rotface wanted so badly to think, to respond, to ask a million questions and make a million remarks about his many faults to her. As much as he wanted this– more than anything he could remember pleading for in his life, and just… well, look at him, he had plenty he could've wished for in place of this, and yet, it was true. More than anything, he wanted this with her. And he was as afraid of it as he was enthused by it. 

None of that mattered though. Nothing did, but Six. 

Rotface ran his hands over her bare skin, hungry to feel every inch of her, to soothe every hint of pain, every cause of stress in her life, his lips pressed against hers, caressing her softness, like the sun hugs the mountaintops and bathes them in orange, pink and violet. 

It only became more explosive, as he felt himself sink back into the mattress, as she laid her body over his, and he finally allowed her fingers to haul his raggedy t-shirt off over his head. Rotface gazed up at her as they separated, so she could remove the shirt from him fully, feeling like he was trapped in one of his daydreams, only… this was so much sweeter. 

Even in the depths of his imagination, the ghoul never could have seen her like this. Looking at him this way. It was… utterly unimaginable, the affection he saw there. The attraction. 

Perhaps her eyesight is just poor, after the incident in the graveyard at point blank range. 

The sound of a zipper drew his eyes and thoughts downwards as she began to remove his battered jeans, pulling them off over his hips and taking his boxers with them in one movement. 

Rotface grunted as the hem of his pants caught on his erection, already straining up in the air from her words, the sight of her, her attentions. 

Just… Six. 

The liquor had worn off by now, and he could feel himself shaking slightly. Maybe from nerves, or anticipation, though… probably both. If Six noticed though, she didn’t say a word about it. 

“Hmm.” When his eyes snapped back up to her, watching her take in the sight of his gnarled flesh, his bony body, he expected any number of horrid, barely-held back reactions. 

But she just… Smiled. With tears in her eyes, her gaze met his. 

“I don’t know why you ghouls are so cruel to yourselves. You in particular.” She said as she began to crawl up his body, a hand on either side of him, hovering, until she could lay over him. Her breasts prodded his chest as she settled overtop of him, her stomach cushioning his sensitive erection lovingly between their bodies. “You’re no different than any other man.” 

“Gee, thanks.” He said with a breathless attempt at a laugh. 

“No,” Six giggled, letting her head hang for a moment, her hair curtaining her face so charmingly as her eyes crinkled. “I just mean… You’ve got scars, sure, but… we all do.” 

One hand grasped with his, and Six pressed his fingers to the concealed divots in her forehead. He swallowed hard, as he felt the depth of them. 

How lucky I am to be here… With her.

“It doesn’t make you worth any less. No matter what anyone says.” Six pulled his hand to her mouth then, one finger drawing a line over a particularly rigid scar on his wrist before her lips followed suit softly. 

“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” 

Rotface had to blink to keep the unwelcome mist at bay from seeping into his eyes. 

What did I do to deserve her? This? 

Just last night we were still only friends, something like this was a distant, unachievable dream. 

Now, he never wanted it to end. 

“Well, doll, you are the authority on all that’s beautiful.” 

“Sweet ghoul.” Six's fingers ran over his bald head in an affectionate caress, and then his lips were back on her. Rotface initiated this time, pushing into her and wrapping his arms tightly around her body until he could flip them on the bed, positioning himself on top. 

His cock twitched as her hips bucked up into him, the swell of her pelvic bone grinding against the underside of his cockhead until he felt himself drooling pre-cum out onto her skin. 

Damn, but she knows what she’s doing. 

“Fuck, alright–” Rotface pulled back from her lips, separating their bodies enough to alleviate the pressure on his erection. “I’ve gotta taste you, doll. That alright?” 

Enthusiastically, and with a bit of surprise written on her face, Six nodded, and he felt that giddiness encapsulate him again. The older ghoul felt like a boy on pre-war Christmas, pulling her legs undone like a bow until her thighs were draped over his rough shoulders. His sense of smell and taste both weren’t what they used to be, but even so, his mouth watered at the sight of her folds; dark and glistening, maybe just with his pre-cum where he'd rubbed on her briefly, but he’d like to think some of it was her own excitement as well. 

As Rotface took his first languid lick, right through the middle of her lower lips and up to drag over her clit, it was confirmed. She wasn’t just glistening a bit, Six was wet. 

For me? Damn, maybe she really is telling the truth about her feelings… 

Grinning, and with a hint of an uncharacteristically smug expression upon his ruined face, Rotface set to work on her.

One hand laid over Six's lower stomach, and his thumb pressed to that sensitive button that made her shudder in slow, teasing circles as he delighted in the sweetness within her folds. He may have been shy about confessing his wants to her, his own feelings, but his tongue showed no such coyness as it explored her so thoroughly. 

Once that first taste hit his welcoming tastebuds, Rotface began lapping at her feverishly, like a starving wasteland dog, until he could hear her breathy moans escaping audibly from above. Chancing a glance, the ghoul hauled his eyes open to take in her expression, and felt himself give an involuntary buck of his hips against the rough-hewn sheet upon the mattress below him at the sight that welcomed him. 

I made her look like that.

He marveled silently, feasting with his eyes as much as he was with his wanton mouth as he poured his attentions out onto her. Six's brows were drawn together from his efforts, her lips half-parted, her lipstick smeared messily against one cheek, her hair like a woven crown, all in tangles around her head. No detail of hers failed to captivate him, even as Rotface continued his hungry mouthing, his thumb’s circling over her clit, growing firmer and faster, just as his hips moved more frantically over the mattress, grinding his cock into the sheets like he was already inside her. 

Six’s eyelashes fluttered, as she took in his humble visage in turn, and his heart soared to see the way she smiled. 

“Didn’t know you had this in you, R.” She spoke, breathless, her voice damn near rough as his own. 

He only growled in response, tearing his eyes from her face to look down upon his labors. Her clit was standing tall against his movement over it, and her lips were becoming darker, more swollen, more slippery. His tongue glided easily around her folds, navigating them as masterfully as he did the streets of Freeside, and pressed periodically up to that sensitive button, giving it teasing licks and kisses that left her writhing beneath the pressure of his arms. 

“Think I’m wet enough for you now, R.” 

Rotface felt a pat upon his head as her voice reached down to where he was buried between her legs, but he didn’t budge. A groan acted as his rebuttal as his attentions hastened. His actions were better than explanatory words anyway. 

“Fuck, okay.” Six giggled out, and her sheer arousal was plain in the way the words left her. A moan trailed shortly after, as Rotface set his rough lips against her clit, and sucked like honey would pour from the spot. And well, it really sort of would, wouldn’t it?

Though, there was one difference. 

Six was much sweeter. 

The ghoul’s eyes rolled back in his head, his grip on her thigh and stomach tightened, he felt his cock give a painful throb from where he was neglecting it, and his hips picked up their pace into the mattress. 

In that moment, he was completely surrounded by her. 

Her moans and breaths were all that entered his ears, her smooth skin all he felt, her musky, succulent juices all he could taste, the colors of her passion, all he could see behind his closed eyelids. In that moment, she was his whole world. 

And what a glorious world it is. 

Six was close now, so close he could feel the way her clit pulsed against his tongue. He smiled into her at the feeling, lowering one hand between her thighs as his lips stayed anchored to her sensitive, swollen nub. Rough, calloused fingers dragged through her plentiful wetness, before two of them tested her entrance, finding it pliant and wanting for him. For this. 

The digits plunged inside without any additional warning, instantly curling against her hot, tender walls and making her release a shout of pleasure that had his throbbing member ready to burst at the seams. 

A few well-placed rubs of his textured fingers against her clenching walls, and one last drag of his tongue over her swollen pleasure point, and Six was crying out her nickname for him into the still, stuffy air of the motel room. Rotface didn’t cease though, his fingers pulsed inside her gently, coaxing her orgasm to last as long as possible, helping her through it as he drank in her spilling essence with his whole mouth. 

Rotface found himself growing almost as loud as she was, with his sloppy groans and the great buildup of pressure in his aching, straining cock, until that too burst out without much warning. The ghoul spurted his seed into the sheets below, humping into the mattress needily as he continued to nurse on her clit, even as Six began to buck away from him in her oversensitivity. 

Finally, with a light push of her hand over his forehead, Rotface tore himself from her. His chin and hollow nose were dripping with her as he caught his breath, he could feel his thighs shaking from the force of his own release, which was still sending small aftershocks through his fatigued body as his cock leaked the last of what it had to offer onto the bed between Six’s legs. And Six... at that moment, she–

--

“R?” A loud snap sounded in his ears, and suddenly, tragically, Rotface was seated back on his curb, his mind swimming and his body aching as his thoughts raced circles around his mind. “Honey, are you okay? You were tryin’ to say something.”

“I– I was?”

“Yeah, you were gonna tell me what else we had in common? Besides fashion sense and this curb, and then you just… went all radio silence on me. You feelin’ alright?” 

Six’s hand pressed down to his forehead, and her touch sent a shock through him. 

Fuck… Another goddamn daydream. And… so real.

Stupid fucking drink. 

He glared at the bottle in Six’s hand as she sat down next to him. 

“You do feel a little warm. You wanna just take it easy tonight? I don’t have to take clients, maybe we could… I don’t know.” She laughed as she trailed off, and Rotface felt his heart renew its frantic pounding once again. 

With one sentence, one confession, one request, I could maybe, maybe, make that dream of mine a reality. 

Rotface took a breath as he felt her eyes on him, trying not to pay her gaze too much mind, as he began his confession. 

For real, this time. 

[forestwhisper3]

Teaser for the next chapter of Dragon of the Sun:

Despite his rough arrival, Leo had to admit that Usagi's world was...beautiful.

It was strange, walking around in broad daylight. The warmth of the sun felt almost unfamiliar without layers of clothes hiding everything beneath, and being able to freely walk into the village he'd spotted before without anyone running or screaming at the sight of him felt...nice.

Mikey would love-

Immediately, his heart clenched tightly in his chest, and he had to take a moment to center himself as he remembered yet again why he was so desperate to get home.

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"Done already?" he asked when he saw Mikey get up from the couch without his comic. "You just sat down not too long ago, didn't you?"

It had only been a few minutes, in fact. Regardless of the amusing and ironic fact that Mikey was a speed reader second only to Donnie, even he couldn't have finished it that fast. Especially since he knew Mikey liked going through them a second time just for the artwork.

"I'm gettin' kinda hungry, so I was gonna get started on lunch," Mikey grinned, but it was a bit too stiff. Too...off.

Something was wrong. He had a good idea what it was, too, but going by how Mikey kept fidgeting in place and his eyes refused to meet his, he wasn't going to get anywhere if he tried to draw it out. He'd missed the chance to do that weeks ago.

He just had to be patient. Mikey would come to him eventually. He always did.

"Just let me know if you need help."

He allowed the unspoken meaning linger between them, and felt some of his concern ebb away when Mikey's grin shifted into something much more genuine and warm.

"You got it, bro."

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"We must make haste to Edo," Usagi said, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Do you know how to ride a horse?"

"Oh. Uh...no. Not exactly a lot of opportunities to do that where I'm from."

"Then we will procure just one other and ride in pairs." His friend smiled a bit. "Perhaps, should we find a moment to spare while traveling, I can teach you some of the basics."

He perked up at the offer. He doubted there would ever be a time he'd need to know how to ride a horse in New York, but learning obscure things had become a sort of secret hobby of his over the years ever since Master Splinter had taught him about alligator pressure points. It was always fun to see the absolutely gob smacked expressions of the people around him whenever he knew about something or managed to pull off a move or skill no one expected of him.

It was a trait he shared with-

The excitement that had built up in him faded, although he did his best to smile back.

"Only if there's time. I don't want to put Lord Noriyuki in any more danger."

"Of course," Usagi nodded.

He paused for a moment, as if he were going to say something else, but ultimately kept moving.

His mind was quick to drag him back the moment silence fell between them.

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"Someone, quick!" Donnie exclaimed. "Grab the-!"

Scepter, he finished in his mind. If they managed to grab it, then Drako and the Damiyo's son wouldn't be able to freeze them like they had Raph, and it would make it easier to fight them. It was a good plan. Probably the only chance they'd have of making this fight turn in their favor.

But they'd anticipated the move, and in moments, they were all frozen in midair.

"Uh..."

All of them, except for Mikey.

He felt ice shoot through his veins at the enraged snarl that echoed through the air. He could see the hatred that burned in their eyes. The desire to destroy. To kill. And it was all aimed at his little brother.

His little brother, who had been left to face it all alone.

"Insignificant insect! You only delay the inevitable! There is no- Gah!"

Something shot passed them, and it wasn't until it clattered to the ground after hitting its mark did he realize that it had been a pot lid. He felt a spark of pride wriggle through the worry and panic, even as another part of him wanted to shake his head. Throwing weapons specifically designed for it was one thing, but throwing things not meant to be thrown was harder than it looked. It said a lot about Mikey for him to have it done it so well under duress.

The panic returned stronger than before as Mikey sprinted forward, eyes focused on the falling Time Scepter. His expression was determined. Resolute in a way he'd never seen before- even when facing down the Foot and the Shredder. Then again, he'd never had to face such a threat on his own before now.

He should never have had to.

Casey cried out in shock somewhere behind them, but Leo was too focused on Mikey as he lunged forward, hand reaching out for the scepter as it fell.

He didn't even have time to yell out a warning before a large tail slammed into him, knocking him away and into one of the support pillars hard enough for part of it to break off.

"Mikey!!"

Mikey slumped to the ground unmoving, his plastron cracked and a trickle of blood dripping down from the back of his head.

Leo felt his heart stop.

"MIKEY!!"

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"-san. Leonardo-san!"

He jerked back into the present, Usagi frowning slightly at him as he held the reins of a horse. Still, his friend didn't question it until they made it back onto the path outside the village.

"Such lack of focus is unlike you, Leonardo-san," he murmured quietly. "Are you well?"

"I'm-..."

No.

"I-..."

I'm not.

He trailed off, words failing him as he struggled to keep everything at bay. In doing so, he missed the way Usagi's frown deepened.

I'm...scared.

But he couldn't falter- not now.

His family needed him.

[takeariskao3]

apart from the tpfy, which i LOVE!!! i NEED to know if Ivy is happening!! that teaser is literally giving me feeels! angst, man. it does something to your soul lol

so i *think* ivy will definitely happen. i’ve got gobs and gobs of notes in a journal and the world building is slowly coming together. however it won’t happen until the path from you is over. there’s no way i could do two multi-chaps at the same time.

i may have a little synopsis for you though:

A father fallen ill, a mysterious sorcerer, and a bad bargain leave Ginny swept off to an ancestral estate she’s only ever seen from distant hilltops. Awaiting her wedding day, she explores the forest that sprawls across the grounds until she stumbles upon the wrong lily pond. She is saved from the horrific monster by a gigantic stag, who takes a venomous bite in the process. Thanks to Ginny’s quick thinking, and her mother’s endless lessons on herbs, she draws out the poison and expects the beast to canter away.

But it doesn’t. In fact, it looks at Ginny like it knows her.

[sparklesphobia]

Okay but I fell in love with Norma's design in Edge of Spider-Verse #4, I haven't read it yet but I've seen some parts and I honestly think I'll love it even more.

But yeah, Magic Gob-Mother Norma is peek design and I love her so much so I had to draw her with some little changes/additions

[moth-from-hell]

Okay so, I know it’s probably not in the front of your mind right now, but I absolutely love your Garten of BanBan rewrite!! I’ve been working on my own for a bit, and it’s kind of inspiring to see others reinterpretations of the game. Yours especially are so funky and silly, but creepy when you imagine staring them down.

Anyways, idk if this is weird or whatever. Just thought I’d ask if you plan on doing more stuff with your rewrite in the future, if you don’t mind my asking? And do you accept fanart of the redesigns?

Sincerely, a silly creachur from the void :)

ok, i had to take a moment because i genuelly didnt expect this. but it makes me genuelly happy that you find interesing my rewritting of gob!! i really really appreciatte it!!

so far i was thinking on maybe trying to make a comic or something, has this is a project for fun, so i can practice with it, but for now i will mostly do just sketches and drawings. tho im gonna take a little break since artfight is coming up

and i would LOVE if anyone did fanart of my interpretations, i would cry and sob and explode /hj

thank you so much for asking!!!

[bellewintersroe]

Hi :) Would you consider doing a Band Of brothers ship for me? Pronouns she/her, I have fluffy caramel hair and blushed cheeks. I wear lots of wide-fit, vintage, velvety clothing and Art Deco jewellery. Am easy-going, low-voiced, bluntly honest, more of a listener than a talker but am a total flirt when I like someone :)

Adore painting, art therapy, music, creativity - and psychology behind creativity.

Am most comfortable around someone once they’ve shown a flawed side of themself, and I fall hard for real warmth and character.

Thank you! No worries if you don’t want to do the ship :) Love your writing, keep it up.

hey of course!!! Thank you for your request and sorry for the long wait <;3

I ship you with… David Webster!

LISTEN WHY DO PEOPLE NOT LIKE THIS MAN HES SO ATTRACTIVE- genuinely such a stand out performance in BoB and ep 8 was genuinely one of my fav episodes.

Webster would find you attractive from the second he saw you, with your quirky fashion sense and how artistic you are he finds it so sexy.

you two would have so much in common? At first you might be like meh he’s not very smooth, but the genuine warmth of his character and how he’s brutally honest and opinionated in many situations matches your energy perfectly.

if you flirt with him he’d lose the ability to speak.

let’s say you’re doing something creative or reading a book about artists, he’d probably come over and accidentally bug you but it’s only out of pure intentions, he’d just wanna see you.

you could tell him he’s annoying and then kiss him and he’d be like WOAH WHAT?!

genuinely questions how you’re so into him, baffled that you’re as attracted to him as he is to you.

you’d read to each other and you could paint him or create him something super cool and he’d cherish it literally for ever. Like, even if it’s a crumpled piece of nothing in the bottom of his pocket he STILL keeps it.

Let me tell you Liebgott fancied the duck out of you and he is PISSED when you choose Webster- Web is soooo smug he fucking loves it, haha u loser I got the girl.

no but genuinely is so respectful, he’s never want to cross a boundary with you, and if he did he’s glad you’d be so honest with him.

really values the honesty of your opinions, however I think the two of you have the potential to clash a little? Just kiss him and he’ll shut up though.

at the end of the war you calm him down, you’d be his muse when he’s the most vulnerable, and he’d really become more confident around you at this point.

stands the fuck up for you. If anybody says shit he has a gun to their cheek- or even just straight up punches them. Even Liebgott is a little intimidated. (Lieb would be super proud tho).

maybe if you give him a piece of your jewellery to remember you by when he gets sent off the line for those few months to recover he’d stare at it all the time.

very sentimental, would probs cry if he missed you.

keeps pictures of you in his wallet and stuck in his car mirror 🥺🥺

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I ship you platonically with… Babe Heffron!

This mf is so hard to write about platonically cos I love him and he’s too cute.

defiantly has a crush on you, stares gob smacked when he first see’s you but then his eyes shift to the left and- AWOOP jump scare Webster’s death staring at him.

realises it ain’t gonna happen, but grows very close to you as a friend, he’s chatty so it’s very easy and he genuinely has such an interest in your art.

BEGS BEGS BEGS you to make him something/ draw him then sulks when he loses it.

scared of Webster? Until after Bastogne and his confidence grows.

I just think Babe is so authentic so you’d really enjoy his company and I think he’d turn to you for advice about almost anything?

Is surprisingly good at advice, just nobody realises as he comes across not like that.

defends you against anybody, finally teams up with Webster finally.

the best of friends, life long, the kind where you want your kids to be friends and they are.

ahhhh so cute, you’d be his wing woman.

Easy to bully lollllll

[professional1977]

OH Shit Moment.

Sometimes crisis appear suddenly. Other times they sneak up on you like a deadly disease. I think the second type is worse as it gives you time to think and worry and get all twisted up. I have had a few.

One thing about me is I take on things that have never been done before. I invent stuff to solve problems. There is risk in that, but I love the challenge too much to say no. If the numbers support me I keep going.

Several years ago I did a design for a strange cover system to go on top of a large water treatment facility. This involved a fabricated truss made from composite materials so as to be corrosion proof. I had gobs of numbers and gigabytes of FEA studies. There was one particular detail that was key to it working. This was how the very end which sat on a concrete edge was shaped to carry the weight. The problem was nobody could see it once it was made.

The parts were to be built in China. Our company owned the factory so generally we have great control over what is built. The owner of our company was from Hong Kong originally but his family was from China proper in the nearby region. He traveled back and forth between our office in North America and the factory. He was very clever and a true entrepreneur. But not clever enough.

The detail I mentioned was tricky to build. And once the part was closed in you would never see it. Tricky means expensive. I had a meeting with our owner before he left for the factory and discussed this detail and told him how important it was. He made no objections.

The parts were fabricated and shipped to the site in California. Installation went well with only a few minor questions about fit and order of assembly. All was well.

After almost a year the contractor got in touch about these cracks that were appearing in the ends. At first I was not concerned as there were only a few places, and I knew that inside this box shape was this detail that was actually carrying the load. We hired a local shop to go and patch the cracks. Everything was fine for a while longer.

More cracks appeared. This time I got a photo that was able to see inside the box and it was empty. The internal frame part was missing. I contacted the factory. Are there any photos of the fabrication? No we have no pictures. They always have pictures. Actually I should have suspected something as the factory did weekly reports that always had photos, except this project. I was busy with other things so did not ask back then.

As best as I can figure our owner wanted to save money on the job so told the factory to not follow the drawings. It would be fine. Nobody can see. He is the boss. Oh and don't tell the engineer. After pushing very hard I got them to admit that all the parts had been made that way. They did have photos.

At this point there is little choice as to what to do. But it is scary as this kind of issue can cripple a company. If all these parts did not have this internal feature it would not survive the loads it was intended to. If we fixed it by replacing all these parts our company might not survive. The units on site did not fail, these were only cracks so far. There were other secondary load paths and my FEA on the "missing" configuration showed that the safety factors were far less, and not right, but no so dangerous people could not work on the cover area in the interim.

I agonized over this. It was a weekend with little sleep as I really had no choice. I knew what was wrong. What happened was not my fault, but I was responsible now. This is an OH Shit moment. Wonder I do not have an ulcer.

I informed the contractor who informed the owner. I informed our management. Our old boss had passed away so he could not offer resistance. The contractor sent me a nice letter appreciating my candor and honesty. I know some professions where you hide behind a phalanx of lawyers and let the courts deal with it years later. I am not that kind of person.

Eventually our company took it on to fix the pieces. New sections of the ends were fabricated in China with photos showing all the details. I redesigned the ends to let me see inside the critical area. We shipped the new ends to our shop and had all the defective units shipped there too. We cut off all the bad ends and spliced on all the new ones. We shipped them back.

I am sure it cost far more than the original job to do the fix. I was proud and a bit surprised we did not go bankrupt.

You have to do what you have to do.

[creepycatboyz]

i'm so charmed by ur art + ur ej ;__;

may we have some headcanons abt him?

yes yes yes!!! I mostly only draw ej nowadays lol >_< I actually have sort of 2 eyeless jacks !!! One is more like a forest cryptid and the other is directly a demon (or demon-like). However they are closely interwined!!

left is the cryptid one and right is the demon-like one :D

I will just ramble about each of them (or special stuff that only they do... but they are kinda similar)

Cryptid!EJ

he mostly resides in forests, especially near mountains, as these ones are especially big!! caves, my little man loves caves.

He likes to lurk around, lay in bushes and just vibe in his natural habitat

He can most definitly hunt and has the power to do so, but prefers to only attack when agitated or threathened

When hunger kicks in he's a bit.. yeah. food yummy

He's very silent, as his feet are paw like, with retractable claws just like his hands!!

blackberries are his favorite, but he really loves berries!! It's not blood covering his mouth it's the juices of the berries :D

He's a real cuddlebug and is like a heater!

Important thing: ooze rarely comes out of his eyes, unless he's feeling extreme emotions; the ooze is like tree sap, consistency and such!

his horns are made out of wood!! and they may sprout leaves or more... teehee (depends on season)

He's very fluffy and really unkept hair.. he tries to take good care of himself!!

Demon!EJ

he can be anywhere, but he mostly stays where he can get food

so cities, but also forests with lots of hikers.

he enjoys the forests as well though, and mostly goes there to chill and relax

He prefers to eat meat, human, animal, but he has a small preference for human

His eyes are like the ones as cryptid!ej !! but they are much more oily and liquidly than the tree sappy ones

he's also silent, but he tends to growl a lot more

He loves to scratch doors... he doesn't know why, but his claws feel better after that.

He mostly plans who he wants to kill and is passive to others

he's very hostile when he someone threathening him/or someone else, however when someone else is being attacked he only helps when he knows that nobody is watching

He's fluffy like his cryptid counterpart, however, he likes to cut his hair and trim it a bit

I hope this is okay!!! if you want any specific ones with either of them you can just ask again :DD I love writing about ej, my little gob gob

[padfootastic]

Hope you don’t mind me sharing this with you. 💛

So, I have this headcanon that James is really good at drawing/painting. Like I see him as being really creative in a lot of ways. But this particular creative outlet stared out as a little kid having fun with art like most of us do. BUT it developed into this passion and something he really wanted to be good at after meeting Sirius because he wanted to draw things to make him smile. Like this really took hold after he found out just how shitty Sirius’ family is. So over summer breaks James would just bombard him with drawings of anything and everything he could think of to cheer him up. (Comic strips, pranks unfolding, some crazy surreal image, you name it he drew it). Some move some don’t. Which eventually evolved into James drawing primarily the two of them together being their chaotic selves doing god knows what, but there is also some incredibly sweet, tender, and intimate ones that Sirius will never allow another person to see because they are HIS and he like sleeping with them under his pillow or something and stares at them whenever stuff at home get too hard before running away. 🥺😫💙

: o never!!! inbox is always, always open especially for such precious headcanons 🥺🥺

ok but !!! that’s so good!! i love it. i know people talk about musician/singer james but artist is a new one for me and it’s so lovely. i can see it too. he’d totally be the type of kid to leave handprints and scribbles and doodles all over potter manor and you just *know* effie and flea always encouraged it so he brought the habit with him to hogwarts; it’s not surprising to walk into their dorm and see the walls filled with all kinds of things.

i also like him channelling his energy and hyperactivity into art; using it as a way to process Big Feelings and when he’s feeling helpless/powerless which clinches very neatly with Sirius’ situation. james can’t do anything about it, not really, so he uses this medium to try and cope & make sirius feel better at the same time.

i’m also now imagining boudoir art (that’s a thing right? if it isnt, it should be) where he draws sirius in those super intimate moments u talked about and omg ok listen. i have a Thought.

so sirius isn’t vain right? like, he knows he’s beautiful but that’s about it. no more than that. he doesn’t even think he’s All That bc of a pretty solid complex instilled in him by his family where nothing is ever good enough right? but then. then he sees james drawing him like this, the way j sees him and he’s basically just gob-fucking-smacked bc it’s literally like an angel or something and ‘that can’t be me right? no way?’ and james is just like ‘of course it is si who else?’ and he just has to mentally recalibrate bc he suddenly has way too many feels and ‘oh my god what do i do now is that really how he sees me’ and just. yeah. james breaking down his barriers one by one lol.

or or or someone takes a look through an oblivious pining james’ sketchbook (who thinks he’s just innocently drawing his surroundings p; and it’s just filled with sirius, yeah? and they’re like ‘huh. u got something to tell us, mate?’ and he’s just like, owlishly blinking, clearly confused. ‘…no?’ and the other person just gets more and more suspicious like uh yeah sure u don’t and james is just getting flustered when they point out what’s going on and yeah. sure be nice if this is how he founds out he’s in love with his best friend lol

sirius being possessive of james’ art is also so precious 🥺🥺 like someone tries to take a peek and he just snatches it away with an unimpressed look like ‘mine 😤’ it’s so hilarious

[writersblog20]

Convention and Carnival

Henry Cavill x Reader

Part 1 (of 2?)

Part 2

Summary: you were alone on a vacation in London and decided to go to a convention where you would meet Henry Cavill and he sees something in you and takes you out on a adventours date

Words: 3K

Warnings: Fluff!!!!!!!

 You strolled through a park which was very busy since it was really nice weather. You were on a nice vacation by yourself and you arrived just a day ago. You thought you had a nice hotel but when you got in your room it was everything except nice but you just tried to get over it. You walked towards the convention and walked inside. It was huge and you tried to take everything in. This would be your first time to go to a convention. They were never really your thing but when you heard that the Witcher aka Henry Cavill would be there you couldn’t say no.

You walked towards his photo booth and waited in line. You texted your friend that you were waiting. She was just as exciting as you were. You were nervous to say the least! The line became shorter and shorter. There was a group of girls before you and they were slightly obnoxious. It was their turn and you could see Henry as you waited. They started to hug him in surprise and giggling around him and trying to flirt really hard.

You watched intently as you started to fidget with your rings. You looked up and saw Henry looking right at you. The girls still there and talking really fast to him but he seemed to only have his focus on you. You started to blush and smile shyly which made him smile brightly. It made you even more nervous. The girls started to notice that he didn’t really paid attention to them and huffed as they walked away but not before one of the girls giving her phone number. He stayed polite till they left. When they were gone he threw the paper into the bin which made you chuckle a bit. He noticed that you saw it and chuckled as well.

He made a sign for you to come with a bright smile. It all felt like a fever dream and your legs just started walking without you knowing. Like you were on autopilot. “Hi, what’s your name love?” he asked you. “Hi, I’m Y/n” you told him and he pulled you into a big bear hug. When he pulled away his hands still rested on your arms and he looked at you with a bright smile and made intense eye contact. Normally you felt awkward when someone was making such intense eye contact but this was different because you couldn’t look away from him. there was a long silent. “what pose do you want for the picture?” the photographer asked you, breaking the silence.  You started blushing again. You started to think really deep because you didn’t think about that yet. Henry noticed and chuckled. “May I? I know a nice pose.” He asked you. “okay” you answered him and chuckled a little.

He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you and you felt your stomach do flips. He stood so close as you felt his chest pressed against your back and he smelled so incredible nice it felt like you were in heaven. After the photo was taken he asked you: “ do you want me to sign something darling?” he asked you. You got out the ticket and gave it to him. he turned his back to you and started to sign it. It took a little longer and it looked like he was writing something. He folded the ticket and gave it back to you with a wink.

“it was very nice to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you again soon.” He told you while he gave you a hug. See you again? You thought to yourself. You felt confused because you thought he was flirting with you but you didn’t want to read any signals wrong. He’s probably just polite. “Thank you so much for your time!” you told him and he gave you a sweet smile and a kiss on your cheek which made you fired up. He winked at you and you walked away as your time was up. It did seem like he took more time for you.

You walked towards the booth where you would get the picture. You saw the picture and you felt the rollercoaster in your stomach taking of again. Henry had his arms wrapped around you, standing very close behind you and instead of looking at the camera he looked lovingly at you while you smiled bright in the camera. You had your hands on top of his arms. You didn’t even remember that you did that. You smiled bright at the picture.

You decided to go and enjoy the weather outside. Once you found a quit spot besides a lake you sat down. You took your ticket out of your bag and looked at it. He had wrote a whole note to you. “Dear Y/N, I really do hope to see you again soon. Text me. P.s. You look really cute when you blush like that. You cheered up my day! Love Henry.” And there was his number under the text and his signature. You were surprised to say the least. You decided to just text him. You had nothing to lose, only to win. “Hi it’s Y/n, I loved the picture and I hope to see you too. Love Y/N” you pressed send and waited.

You called your friend immediately and told her everything until you got a call underneath. You hang your friend up and picked up the other call without looking who it was. “Hi Y/N speaking.” You said cheerfully. “Hi love, it’s Henry. I was wondering… I’m off in a hour and wondered if you wanted to hang out.” He asked you and you were gob smacked and stayed silent. “Hello Y/N, You there love?” he asked. You heard nervousness in his voice. You got yourself together. “yeah, yeah I would love that! Ehm where do you want to meet?” you asked him and you heard him take a breath and chuckled a little nervous. “where are you now? If you share your location I’ll come to you, if that is alright with you of course.” He asked you. “yeah no problem! I’ll share my location. See you soon Henry” you told him feeling a little more confident where you didn’t know it came from but you were happy it was there. You heard him chuckle again “see you soon love” he told you. You both hang up and you shared your location with him.

You couldn’t believe what in the world was actually happening. You laid down in the grass and listened to some music and started to write some poetry and draw besides that. When you did that time always flew by. You were really in your own world when you did that. All of a sudden there was a shadow behind you which startled you a little. You chuckled a little when you saw Henry chuckle too. “I’m sorry to startle you.”  he told you but looked at you in amusement. “it’s okay. I should be more aware of my surroundings sometimes” you told him a little shy. You still couldn’t believe it. “I eh brought you some coffee. I hope you drink coffee” he chuckled. Henry seemed nervous and you thought it was very cute. “I love coffee, thank you!” he smiled fondly and sat next to you. You couldn’t wipe the smile of your face and you felt your cheeks burn up.

He asked you where you were from and how long you stayed in London for. You both chatted a bit until you locked eyes. at first you couldn’t look away and you felt your stomach do flips. His curls fell  just so slightly across his face and his blue eyes held admiration in them his lips plump and don’t get me started on his jawline. You noticed that you were staring and looked away shy and felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment. “ehm there is this carnival thing going on and I wondered, maybe you want to go with me?” he asked you, hope coating his voice. You looked back at him. “I would love that” you told him. he smiled brightly again and stood up and reached out his hand for you to help you get up. You giggled at the sweet gesture. You both walked towards the carnival and chatted a bit. You started to feel more comfortable and more yourself around him as time passed by. “Can I ask you something?” you asked Henry curious. He looked at you a little surprised that you asked him in the first place. “Of course you can, darling.” You felt your cheeks burn up from the nickname.  “Why did you ask me out?” It wasn’t that you were insecure but more curious and Henry seemed to understand that. “Well, first of all, have you seen yourself!? You’re gorgeous!” he chuckled a little and your cheeks hadn’t stopped burning up since the nickname. You chuckled shyly. “No but besides that I find you really attractive… I… I can’t really explain it but there is something about you that I never felt with anyone else. A different sort of connection if you want to call that, and I really like your energy. Like there’s a halo around you with such a comforting vibe which calms me. Believe me when I tell you I’ve never done this with someone else, you know, giving my number and definitely not to a fan but there’s something different about you.” he told you honestly and you were gab smacked at what he all told you. You never expected a answer like that but you weren’t complaining either. “wow thank you. That means a lot! And just to be clear I feel the same thing about you Henry.” You told him. You both had a big shy smile on your faces as you walked further.

Once arrived at the carnival it became a bit darker as the evening came around. You strolled around and found a haunted house. Henry looked at you with an amused smile. You started to feel nervous. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He told you. You looked at him and felt immediately safer. “Well as long as you stay beside me I’m going to be okay.” “But just know before hand I’ll probably hold on to you!” You told him and he had a big smile on his face. He knew what he was doing and he was playing it very smart. Do things just to get you a little closer to him.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” He told you and bought 2 tickets and you walked in. He saw you hesitate and he offered his arm to you. You grabbed it very fast and cling to him like your life depended on it. It wasn’t that you didn’t like haunted houses but you knew how you were in one.

Once, when you went with your friends in one, you also clanged to them. In the end there was this scare actor who had his arrows pointed at you, you let go of your friends and you ran out of there, leaving them behind in the process. Luckily they weren’t that scared and they just laughed at you. You held Henry’s arm just a little tighter. “I got you sweetheart, don’t worry.” He told you and puffed out his chest a little more. It didn’t take long for a scare actor to appear as monster with a chainsaw. Out of reaction you hid your face by henry’s arm. Henry laughed and found you so incredibly adorable and cute at the moment it felt like his heart was going to explode. He put his arm around your waist and pushed you ever so slightly closer to him.

The further you both walked the further you got to Henry’s side. You were standing so close to his side that air wasn’t even considered. After not even a minute you got scared again because an actor got in your face and you turned around and just hid in Henry’s chest. Letting your head rest there. He put both of his arms around you and went with his hand over your hair for comfort. You felt yourself becoming calm and safe. He was obviously a bear of a men and you weren’t very tall you could easily hide in his arms. You smelled his cologne and it felt for a moment like you were in heaven until you realized that you were definitely not in heaven! You turned around again. “Are you still okay? If you want to get out we can.” He told you giving you the option. You smiled, but you kind of liked it, and definitely now when you could hold him and touch him. Two can play this game you thought. “No it’s okay. I actually like it, I just get scared easily here” you told him giggling.

He still held you close as you went further. This time Henry got scared which made you giggle at the bear of a men as he clang to your arm this time. He cleared his throat and you thought you saw him blush a little. “I wasn’t prepared.” He told you which made you chuckle a little more. “everyone gets scared sometimes soldier.” You told him playfully which he returned with a mischievous smile. You still had 2 rooms to go before you could get out. Henry puffed out his chest again as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “now I’m ready!” he told you which made you laugh. He held you close again. And you did the same which made him laugh whole heartedly. You felt butterflies and felt proud to make him laugh like that. You walked in to the other room and obviously another scare actor came out and started screaming but for a very long time which made it less scary. You both looked at each other and both started laughing a lot. The actor just stood there looking at the both of you laughing. “if you can move just so slightly mate, then we can go further” Henry told him which made you laugh again. You both walked around the actor who just stood there awkward. “Happens to the best” you told him giggling which made Henry laugh again.

The next room was scarier and you held Henry tighter and he kneaded your waist a little to let you know he was there. You both got scared as multiple actors came out and Henry pushed you out of reaction behind him to protect you. When he did that you snapped out of being scared and just felt love taking over. He grabbed your hand and lead you safely out. Once out Henry took a breath which made you giggle. “That was very fun! Thank you” you told him honestly while giggling a little. He chuckled as well.

You strolled again through the carnival. You suddenly felt a big hand softly taking yours. You looked at him a little surprised. “Is this okay?” he asked you? “Yeah…. Yeah it is” you said back. Once you got to the games and raised his eyebrow at you. you chuckled which made him smile mischievous again. “Let’s make it interesting.” You told him and he looked at you in surprise. “Let’s go against each other” you told him and he laughed. “oh now it’s on!” he told you and got behind one of the games. He lost this game and you could search a toy. You saw a superman bear and giggled and told the person that you wanted to have that one. You told Henry to close his eyes so he did. You got the bear and you told Henry that he could open his eyes. You gave him the bear which made him laugh. “Instead of getting the girl something I like to spice it up a bit” you told him and he smiled at you. He found you so refreshing! He knew you were different and he was right. He walked with the bear which made you chuckle. He got an idea.

He held your hand again and walked towards another game. You cheered him on and he won. Now it was your turn to close your eyes. suddenly you felt something heavy, big  but a very soft bear. You looked and you saw a that it was the same bear as his but a huge version. You both laughed. “Alright alright you win!” you told him giggling. You both reached a shooting game. He lead you to it. “Can you shoot?” he asked you. “No never learned.” You told him which made him smile big. “Well today you will.” He told you. You stood behind the gun and Henry helped you how to hold it. He stood very close behind you and his head was almost on your shoulder. You felt his chest tightly against your back. There were the butterflies again. You felt his breath against your neck and you smelled his cologne again which all together made your breath hitch. You shot and you immediately hit it right. Henry cheered and gave you a high five. “You chose something” you told him letting him surprise you. once again you got the biggest stuffed bear. “ I’ll hold it for you.” he told you chuckling once he noticed that you were hid behind the two bears in your arms. There was a small band playing and you both looked at each other with the same idea which made you both laugh. You walked towards the band and sat on the grass behind. Henry got you both two bears and gave you one. You smiled grateful at him. He sat next to you and your legs brushed against each other. “Thank you. I’m having a lovely time.” You told him softly. He smiled and looked at your luminated face from the lights. “Thank you for coming with me.” he told you and got you a little closer but you decided to take initiative and moved yourself in front of him between his legs and rested your back slightly to his chest. “Is this okay?” you asked him and this time he felt all the butterflies, like no one ever had made him feel. “I love it” Henry said and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. He pulled you closer to his chest and his arms snook around your middle holding you close to him.

[bokettochild]

i've kinda always thought that legend would a beekeeper. he just looks like he'd bee one, if that makes sense. don't know, can't explain it

Honey, you can't expect that this wouldn't join Ketto's Cottagecore Collection :)

There are many things that Ravio likes about Hyrule.

Mr. Hero’s bees are not one of them.

Oh, he loves the life that the bees spread, the flowers they tend, he loves dolloping gobs of honey over his bread while Mr. Hero watches with something that is shock, concern and awe all at once. He enjoys the gentle humming that always drifts in through the windows and sets the mood for a busy day, and he likes watching Mr. Hero putter about the hives with that soft little expression on his face, a tune on his lips that the bees seem to echo in their hums.

(He also likes the silly little dances Mr. Hero will break into while he works when he thinks no one is watching).

But what he doesn’t like are the bees themselves.

Mr. Hero, unfortunately, loves them.

“Does it have to be here?” Rupee green eyes peek out from out from under his hood as he stares across the table. It’s one of those rare moments between darting across Hyrule and Lorule where Mr. Hero will stop and stay at the house for a day or two. Not that his housemate really has a choice, Mr. Hero’s leg is busted horridly, and kingdom to save or no, he can hardly limp around the house, much less tromp all over the kingdom.

“She’s fine.” Mr. Hero’s voice is softer than normal, smooth as honey as a soft expression plays over his usually scowling face, watching the bee that crawls over his hand with a fond expression as the tiny thing attends to a droplet of honey from their mid-day meal. Three or four others buzz around the hero’s head, his ears twitching ever so slightly as he tracks their motions. But still, Mr. Hero is as calm as could be as he munches some bread, violet fixed on yellow and black stripes.

Ravio himself is half a buzz away from jumping up from the table and hiding in the bed-room. “They’re bees!”

“Hush!” Mr. Hero’s face twists into a scowl, scolding but harsh. “Don’t be so loud, you’ll scare them.”

“I’ll scare them?” Seriously? Does Mr. Hero have no care for his feelings? “Mr. Hero, I don’t mind if dear come to trim your front yard. I don’t mind if birds fly in through your windows to wake you up. I don’t mind if rabbits help you work in the garden or kangaroos appear in the living room, or even if there’s a bear restocking the woodpile. But bees?” He has to fight not to raise his voice as Mr. Hero stares at him. “Why?”

“They’re harmless. And they’re just helping out.”

“They sting!” Ravio whimpers, drawing his arms close to his chest as a particularly inquisitive insect buzzes over to investigate the green eye patches of his bunny robe.

“Only monsters.” Mr. Hero’s smile is sickly sweet and utterly terrifying, and Ravio finds himself shivering at the sight of the dark clouds that flash through his doppelganger's eyes.

“Yes, well. I’m not exactly Hylian.”

Mr. Hero only snorts at that, but from that point on, Mr. Hero stopped setting out a little dish of honey on the countertop while they ate.

It is annoying that he chose to put it on the porch though.

“What are the little bumbly things?” Tune asks, staring at him with his face twisted up in confusion. “And why is everyone else scared of them?”

Ravio’s head shoots up from his bag, eyes flitting around nervously as he searches for the “bumbly things” in question, only to have the kid point out a whole nest of them perched in a tree not far from their camp, a few soldiers standing about and pointing, their idiot selves likely considering the pros and cons of raiding it.

“Bees.” He clips back, voice strained as he tries to force a smile for the youngster. “They make honey and wax and things.”

Tune frowns, silver-teal eyes flickering in thought. “I’ve never heard of bees before. I don’t think we have them on the great Sea.”

“Don’t have what on the Great Sea, kid?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir questions, and Ravio jumps in surprise when he sees the man leaning over him to look at the sailor.

“Mr. Captain Hero Sir!”

“Ravio.” The leader’s face melts into a lovely smile, bright and honest in a way it isn’t most of the time anymore. “What are you two talking about?”

“Bees.” Wind points again to the nest in the tree, and Mr. Captain Hero Sir’s face melts into a tired frown that only becomes a scowl as he spies Mask already halfway up the backside of the tree where the soldiers can’t see him.

“Bees.” Comes the tired sigh.

“Mr. Hero keeps bees.” Ravio muses. It’s been forever since he’d seen his dear friend, and it makes him worry. Is Mr. Hero eating enough? Who’s making sure he doesn’t fall asleep on the floor? Who’s keeping the house clean so he can tend the orchard? Is someone there to make sure that there’s food in the house? That trips are made to the market?

Oh heavens! Worry gnaws away in his chest. What if the soldiers have caught Mr. Hero again? What if he’s been hurt and there’s no one there to help him clean and dress the wounds?

The animals that flit over the house like something out of a fairy tale can only do so much, and blood will only scare them away, just as sure as Ravio’s startled squeaks and whimpers would.

“Hey.” A warm hand settles on his shoulder and he finds himself looking up into rich royal eyes as Mr. Captain Hero Sir stares down at him with concern. “You okay?”

“I’m worried.” He murmurs in return, fingers fiddling with the edges of his scarf. “But there’s nothing that can be done about it, not yet.” He tries for a smile, but he knows based off of his friend’s reaction that either it can’t be seen beneath his hood or that it’s not convincing. “Go get Mask, Mr. Captain Hero Sir, before he gets himself stung.”

There’s a sharp cry or three and the angry buzzing of bees and the three of them wince collectively. “Or not.” The tired captain sighs, patting his shoulder gently before darting over to the campfire and grabbing one of the discarded torches.

“What-”

“Smoke calms bees down.” Ravio answers before Tune can finish asking the question. “Mr. Hero uses it when they get really fussy.”

Tune stares at him oddly, but doesn't ask.

That evening, Ravio finds himself with an armload of Mask while the kid sulks and pouts, grumbling and swearing under his breath as the merchant and captain work together to free him from his bee inflicted torture.

“Thank the goddesses you’re not allergic.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir scolds, waving his tweezers in Mask’s face while Ravio tries his hardest to focus on a stinger lodges between the kid’s fingers, fighting winces and whimpers of his own while Mask sits through the scolding and treatment with only the occasional hiss and glare.

“I’ve dealt with bees before.” Their youngest huffs petulantly.

“Wild bees?” Mr. Captain Hero Sir cocks a brow, disbelieving.

“Forest bees.” The kid rolls his eyes.

“Well then you should know by now not to mess with them.” The captain sounds, and acts, so much like a tired father that it makes Ravio smile softly.

How would Mr. Captain Hero Sir deal with Mr. Hero’s snark and sass, he wonders.

How would the captain handle yet another self-sacrificing teenager who really needs an adult, he muses that night, as two sticky pre-teens curl against the captain’s sides, the three wrapped in the man’s scarf while Mr. Captain Hero Sir strokes their blonde heads. Mask is drooling and Tune keeps twitching and snoring loudly, but the man who holds them couldn’t look more at peace.

Bright blue eyes meet his own over the campfire’s flames. “There’s room for one more.”

The snort pushes itself from him before he has a chance to stop it. “Where?”

The man smiles, shifting and pulling Mask into his lap, the kid nestles against his chest, tucking his thumb in his mouth slowly in a motion that has Ravio cooing softly while the captain laughs. “Such a grown up.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir teases softly, knowing full well the target can’t hear him, before patting the ground next to him. “Here.”

Ravio doesn’t say no. Mr. Captain Hero’s arms aren’t as warm and safe and home-like as Mr. Hero’s, but they’re nice, and it’s closer to home than he is on the opposite side of the fire. As he settles down, the captain smiles at him, face cheeky as he motions to the bowl still sitting at his knee. “Honey?”

After that night, he successfully impressed two heroes of courage with how much honey he could eat, and when the light had faded fully, Mr. Captain Hero Sir found himself with three snoring boys I his arms, each full to bursting with sweet golden honey, and each nursing more than a few stings.

When Impa made her rounds, whispering a teasing comment about going soft, the captain only shot her a grin and a playfully rude gesture, making the woman laugh.

“Bees!” Tune- no, Wind- chuckles, pointing out the hives behind the house as if he’s never seen the creatures before.

Captain hero Sir Jr. Winces, pulling away from the field as his father- brother? Snorts out knowing laughter behind them.

“Yeah.” Mr. Hero shrugs. “They help keep the orchard healthy and provide us with honey and wax. We practically need six colonies with how much honey Ravio eats.” The jab is playful but the easy smile on Mr. Hero’s face fades when he sees the uneasy way that all of the others are staring at the hives, Captain Hero Sir Jr. backing away and shaking his head slowly, soft murmurs of ‘no, no, no’ sounding as he and Wind exchange looks.

Mr. Hero crosses his arms. “You’re not all afraid of bees, are you?”

Guilty glances are exchanged between the heroes.

“To be fair,” Captain Hero Sir Jr. raises one hand, looking every inch the over-grown child that he is. “They sting.”

The simple statement has Mr. Hero blinking slowly in disbelief as the others all nod along, murmurs of agreement humming along with the bees as the vet stares in shock. “You’re all scared of bees?” A nervous shuffle spreads through the group, worsening as several of the fuzzy insects in question begin to make their way over. “Unbelievable.” Mr. Hero breathes, throwing his hands up.

“They- they sting.” Ravio reminds him, shivering as several of the creatures in question begin to land on Mr. Hero’s arms and hands, tiny les crawling along as the insects look for their favored snack in the hero’s grasp.

Mr. Hero raises a hand. “Look,” He almost sounds pleading. “Sky, pities sakes, it’s like a hummingbird!”

That seems to work on Mr. Chosen Hero, who peers forwards carefully, but none of the others are convinced.

It’s nervous glances that are thrown around the house by the heroes.

The bees followed Mr. Hero inside and even by his own admission he can’t force them back out without upsetting them, so instead he lets them hover around his ears and crawl over his fingers, an odd little expression on his face as they do so.

Ravio and the heroes give him a wide berth.

“Okay.” Mr. Traveler Hero frowns. “Is Legend being weird, or is that just me?”

“He’s always like this.” Ravio sighs, clutching his scarf in both hands and worrying the fringe he’d sewn onto this one. “You should see the lawnmowers.”

The heroes share a look. “Lawnmowers?”

“Deer.” He replies, an easy smile pulling at previously tensed features. “All sorts of forest animals really. It’s a nice help, but I can’t stand the bees.”

“Ah.”

A giggle breaks their focus, and shocked faces whip around to where Mr. Hero is curled up in his chair, cheeks pink as bees swarm over him, buzzing happily while the vet giggles and chortles softly, muffled complaints sounding from behind his hands. “Ladies, please! I’m-” Another laugh breaks the silence, violet eyes glittering in the fading light of the kitchen as Legend reaches up to gently remove a bee from where it’s crawling over the tip of his ear.

“The vet’s ticklish.” Mr. Rancher breathes, mischief lighting a dangerous fire in his eyes as he watches Legend plead with his insect friends to leave him alone.

“Oh yes!” The mischief is echoed in Mr. Chosen Hero’s crystal blue gaze as he winks. “Very.”

Soft titters and gentle laughs sound and the rest are drawn close as the vet playfully bats away the bees, begging and pleading between laughs as buzzes that could almost be laughter sound.

One of the tiny things settles on Mr. Smithy’s nose, humming lightly as the smithy stares at t in horror before buzzing off again harmlessly.

The next morning at the breakfast table, Mr. Hero makes extra certain to close the window while Ravio sets out fresh tea and biscuits, accompanied by warmed honey.

Mr. Hero isn’t safe however, and Mr. Chosen Hero makes a point of proving how ticklish the vet can be when he gently rubs his fingers over the tips of Mr. Hero’s ears. The honey wand drizzles sweet syrup everywhere as a startled and breathy laugh sounds, his friend batting off a grinning Mr. Cosen Hero and begging for him to stop.

“Sky! Sky please! Oh golly! Dad! Stop!”

When at last the caped hero releases Mr. Hero it’s with a beaming flush over his face while the vet groans against the hardwood table, honey absolutely everywhere.

“Quite buzzy there, honeybee.” Ravio chuckles, grin spreading wider at the half-hearted scowl sent his way.

[leonstamatis]

3 10 17?

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

the first one that comes to mind is “stellar drift.” really any of the scorekeeper fics tbh. i remember the first scorekeeper fic got a few comments about it being someone stuck in a terrible position at a job that was dehumanizing and demanding, and it like. wasn’t until that point that i realized i was putting my own experiences into fic in that way? every time i’ve written about those characters since then it’s been finding out later that bits and pieces of myself are spread throughout them like little breadcrumbs, and “stellar drift” is that way too. which is perhaps why i was always soooo fucking nervous about posting weights and measures/good intentions/stellar drift, individually and as a unit.

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

i went a long time where the only writing i did was for work, and it wasn’t necessarily the kind of writing I enjoyed. so coming back and working on passion projects and playing with language and form has been so wonderful for teaching me to enjoy things again even if they don’t serve a purpose or have a greater impact, ykwim? i’m still working on this, i get very in my head about what my fics are Supposed To Say and usually end up talking myself out of finishing them a few times over before i actually do, but. yeah. learning to love things without much drive or purpose. that’s what it’s done.

17. what’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

i get so many kind and lovely things that stick with me. both times roy starfauna did art based on my sebyosh fic i cried. (honestly those fics are the ones where i go back and reread the comments the most, because people have been so unbelievably kind.) whenever gob draws dunn or nic or margo or moses i lose my mind. i have a lovely comment from tamsin on the moses echo fic that i hold very dear comparing my writing to walking through a museum, which. is some of the kindest stuff anyone has ever said to me. i love writing things and dropping them in lofi and watching everyone yell tbh it is one of my greatest joys in life. also if i tried to pull a specific cola or stara comment to highlight we’d be here all day they are both endlessly lovely. also once you told me you were gonna go to sleep and have “weird body horror dreams” (positive) bc of me and that was just. so damn funny ilysm.

there are two comments that whenever i think of them they make me laugh, both because of phrasing and because they were EXACTLY the vibe i was going for while writing the respective fics: tilly’s “they put my peepaw in a home” on valor i have won, and mera’s “i’m sorry to have ever said a single word maligning my best friend (richmond harrison) i swear i didn’t mean it” on happy all the time. they Get it.

thank you hen!!!