#i miss drawing them y’all you have NO idea

[jake-g-lockley]

Sweet Aftertaste (Javier Peña x reader)

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A/N: Sort of the sequel to “Cookies and Whiskey” but it can most definitely be read as a stand alone. Dedicated to @lil-stark cuz she’s been giving me the best ideas AHHHHH

Warnings: MDNI, smut, slight somno, cockwarming, marking (hickeys), unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving, kinda m receiving too, you’ll see), male masturbation, creampie, cum eating, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, dirty thoughts 🌚 (lmao let me know if I missed any haha)

Word Count: 2.8 k (of smut y’all)

You wake up with your face pressed in the pillow, a heavy weight pressing over your back. Everything ached around your body and you were hyper aware of the huge hand that had cupped your left tit, your bottom half numb with the pressure that was over you.

Suddenly the weight above you shifted, almost like he was aware you were awake and you felt whatever was between your legs. You stifled a moan as your pussy clenched around the cock that was speared deep inside of you. Your eyes fluttered open and soft light was flooding into the room, which either means you and him were at it for hours or he had fallen asleep with himself buried deep inside of you.

The soft snores from the man above you made you realise that he was still fast asleep, despite his cock being hard as a rock inside of you. You tried to shift, to relieve yourself a little from the aching throb that had started in your pussy, but to no avail.

You slid your hand down to your clit, and started to rub in small circles, the throbbing slowly ebbing out into waves of pleasure. Javier shifts slightly again, this time giving you enough room to gently move yourself up and down his length, your soft gasps and whimpers delivered straight into the pillow under you. It wasn’t long until your climax hits you, a long sigh pushing out of your lungs as you clench uncontrollably around Javier’s cock.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Javier answers and you finally realise that you were whimpering his name over and over as you came.

“Mornin’” you sigh as Javier tightens his grip around you and pushes his hips further into you

“Good morning to you too, princesa. Remember what I said last night?” he murmured into your ear as his fingers lightly pinched your nipple, making you melt further into the bed as your mind raced to figure out what he was on about.

You vaguely remembered attacking Javier with kisses after he and you munched on cookies. He scooped you up bridal style and you remembered refusing to fall asleep, despite being so sleepy that your eyes could barely stay open.

“We have work tomorrow, hermosa, go to sleep.” Javier had whispered.

But even his own resilience had snapped when your lips attached themselves to his neck, slowly turning every patch of skin a different colour, drawing out soft moans from his beautiful mouth.

He took control soon after, flipping you over and slowly undressing you, trailing kisses on every open patch of skin he could gain access to. He fixated on your tits, giving them both equal attention, letting your legs wrap around his torso as he sucked and licked at you, your body arching off the bed to meet his ministrations.

Two of his fingers slipped into your mouth and you sucked them at the same pace as Javier, grabbing ahold of his hand and wetting the two digits with your saliva. Javier smiled against you as he slowly pulled his fingers out, shifting slightly lower down your body and pressing his nose to your clothed mound. He inhaled deeply as his fingers trailed their way down your body.

“Can I please taste you, baby?” Javi keened, his other thumb rubbing small, soft circles on thigh, causing your legs to part further.

“Yes, Javi, please.” the bruises you left on Javier bloomed beautifully on his neck and you lazily smiled at the thought of him having to wear a tie in the Bogotá heat.

He gave you a look of pure ecstasy before diving in once more, licking a long wet strip up your clothed cunt, causing you to tilt your hips towards his face with a bruising moan. Gently, his two pinkies hooked themself onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and exposing your cunt to the cold air of the room.

He tucked your already wet panties into his sweats pocket as he brought his two wet fingers to your clit, rubbing gently at your hardening nub. Before you can let out a moan, Javier’s tongue was on you, licking broad strips before paying all attention to your clit, latching himself there and sucking hard, causing you to cry out as he pushed his fingers into you.

“Javi, don’t stop, keep going baby, please!”

It didn’t take him long to pull out an orgasm from you, making you writhe against the bed, the slight course burn of his moustache riling you up further. He didn’t let you come down from your high, effectively trying to pull your second orgasm as your hands slid into his locks, gripping them hard, causing him to eat you out more vigorously. Your legs shook hard, thighs pressing against the side of his face as you whimpered through your release, softly uttering Javi’s name.

As you tried to breathe and stop the room from spinning, Javier was already on his knees, pulling his sweats off and tossing them aside, revealing his throbbing cock. He wiped the access of your release and his saliva from your cunt, using the moisture to lube himself up. You watch him, his face covered with your spend, his hair out of place, his tanned body glistening with sweat, his cock long and hard in his fist.

With one hand, Javier flips you over. You push your butt up, exposing your cunt for Javier and feel him push inside you, stretching you out. The both of you stutter out your moans until Javier bottoms out, his pubic bone flush against your ass. You silently get ready for the hardest railing of your life when suddenly Javier pushes you down and lays on top of you, his mouth against your ear.

“Be a good girl and keep my cock inside you all night. I’ll fill you up to the brim in the morning, watch as you walk around all day at the office with me in you.” Javi’s filthy words flooded through your body like a wave and you whimpered.

“Go to sleep, I need you to be well rested, amor.” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear.

You have no idea how you or him fell asleep, but exhaustion was apparent between the two of you as you drifted off finally.

Now, you gasped as he moved his hips and pulled his cock slightly out before pushing back in.

“Fuck Javi.” You moan and he chuckles delectably, his morning voice tuning up your arousal.

You stay planted against the mattress as Javier raises up and anchored himself with his elbows, bending down slightly to press a kiss onto your shoulder. He starts out slow, canting his hips back and forth, creating a soft rhythm that harmonised with your moans.

“Feel that baby? Taking me so well, my cock speared in you for hours, keeping you all stretched out.” Javier began to speed up, the angle causing the head of his cock to nudge against the spot that made your thighs shake.

“Just like that Javi, fuck, so fucking good.” You groan into the pillow.

“Pretty baby, perfect pussy, all mine.” Javier take it up a notch, pressing you down with brute force and fucking down into your cunt, his hands gripping hard at your hips.

“Javi, I’m close, please.” You whine as Javi hits all the right spots.

“Come for me, hermosa. Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He’s grinding into you now, you cunt clenching his cock a little too tightly.

Your whole body clenched inwards as you came, Javi’s name spilling out of you like a prayer, his voice coaxing you through, whispering generous praises.

“Javi?” You ask as you float back down to Earth.

“Hmm?” He was lazily fucking into your cunt, his hips barely moving.

“I wanna see you come.” You whisper, suddenly realising that he hadn’t had his own release since the night before.

You silently wondered where he got all the stamina from, his cock harder than ever inside you. He obliges your command, pulling gently as possible out of you and turning you over. He looks beautiful in the morning glow, his sleep-addled eyes making you smile happily up at him.

He takes your legs and places them on either side of his shoulders before slotting himself inside of you once again, pushing a shaky breath out of you. The new angle gave you a new rush of arousal as Javi looked down at you, absolutely in awe.

His hand reaches down to graze your face as he takes all of you in. You reach out and let your fingertips slightly dance against his abdomen, tracing his tummy as he leans slightly forward.

“You’re so beautiful, Javier Peña. You know that?” you lazily whispered into the air as your eyes fluttered close, not before catching the pretty pink flush creeping up his neck.

Javi strained, willing himself not to come just at your words. They were so soft, so you. He couldn’t believe that he had you with him right now, his hand taking yours and lacing your fingers with his.

He needed to feel you, to see you and know that this was really happening. Your thumb reassuringly stroked the back of his hand and he began to move, very slowly thrusting himself in and out of you. He wanted to close his eyes but they were fixated on the way your tits jiggled rhythmically from the way he was moving, the fluidity of your body structure egging him on.

His free hand trails down your abdomen, grabbing your flesh slightly as he paced himself again, not wanting to hurt you from the intensity of his pleasure. You could tell he was holding back but as your eyes found his, you let him have this moment of control as the sounds of your moans and his combined.

Suddenly, he gasped a little, as if holding in a breath, his hand trailing slightly lower and his thumb started rubbing slow pressured circles to your abused nub, making you arch your back slightly at the overstimulation, your eyes shutting fully.

“I know you can give me one more bebita, just breathe and eyes on me.” Javi’s voice was airy and your eyes snapped open.

“Come... with me, please. Fill… me” You stuttered out, despite knowing the fact that Javi had been planning it all along.

Javier pressed his whole body forward, folding you in half, surprised at your flexibility as the both of you came together, Javier’s hips stilling and shooting his load deep into you. Your cunt clenched hard, milking him for all his worth.

You came to first, smiling up at Javier and wiping sweat off his brow, pushing yourself upward to give him a big thank you kiss. Javier chuckled as you kissed him, pulling away after a while so that you could get comfortable.

He watched as his spend mixed with yours dribbled out of your cunt as he pulled himself out, resisting the urge to push it all back with his fingers. You narrowed your eyes at him and slid your hand down your abdomen, collecting his cum that had dribbled out and brought it up to your mouth.

Javier watched open-mouthed as you sucked your fingers clean, putting up a little show for him as your other hand grabbed one of your tits and your back arched up. You opened your mouth to show him and watched him with big doe-like eyes that made him want to repeat every single thing he did to you all over again. You closed your mouth and swallowed, smirking up at him as he reminded himself to breathe.

“Oh you devil woman.” He hissed, gathering you up in his arms.

“Only yours.” You whispered back with a wink as Javier stood up and carried you bridal style into the bathroom, smiling as you gently kissed his jaw before tucking your face into the space at his neck.

Javi puts you down and turns on the rain shower and he pulls you close so that your back is flushed to his chest grabbing his shampoo bottle and lathering the product into your hair. You couldn’t help but moan at the way his dexterous fingers started massaging your scalp. Javier stared warningly down at you as his cock started hardening again against your behind.

Despite getting riled up again, he silently continues to slowly massage your head and you’re literally in ecstasy, your moans and groans filling up the shower and mingling with the steam. Once he's rinsed out all the shampoo, he gets a washcloth and starts gently rubbing your body and your heart swelled with happiness at the way he was treating you.

He softly kissed the marks that he had left on your body and whispered apologies against your skin, barely audible over the sound of the shower and the water hitting your bodies. Javier dropped to his knees and rubbed between your legs, making you gasp softly. It was his time to smirk up at you and you internally rolled your eyes exasperatedly at him as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

After he’s done with you, he turns off the shower and wraps you up in a towel, practically kicking you out of the shower as you kiss him a little too deeply again. You respect the fact that Javier needed a little alone time as you padded your way out of the bathroom to explore his flat and find some clothes for yourself.

The second you closed the door behind you, Javier turned the water as cold as he possibly could handle, his hand finding his hardened cock and his arm bracing himself against the shower wall. He couldn’t get over the thought of you licking his spend of your fingers, behaving in such an erotic manner only for his eyes to see. He bites his bottom lip to keep the unholy sounds from escaping, tightening his fist around his cock, pretending that it was your warm, beautiful mouth.

His eyes were screwed tightly shut as he tried to imagine how his hands would slide into your hair, gripping it tightly at the root as he used you to get himself off. Your muted moans and cries would be too much for him to handle and he wouldn’t last long if you kept gagging around his cock, your throat closing around the head, causing him to shoot his load straight down your oesophagus.

Javier gasped in deep breaths as his cock spurted thick loads of cum, causing him to feel giddy and dizzy. He slowed down his movements to prolong his release, slumping against the shower wall as the water calmed him down from his high, taking big gulps of hair to fill his lungs. He quickly rinsed himself off and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom.

He heard sounds coming from his kitchen and he went to lean against the wall opposite it, watching you. You had taken one of his shirts and modified it to fit you, the sleeves folded and the excess fabric tied at the front. You were pouring out two cups of coffee before looking up and grinning at Javier. Your hair was partially dried and it was dampening the shoulders of his shirt but he thought you looked absolutely stunning, his smile lopsided and his dimple apparent.

You walked up to him and kissed his cheek, handing him his cup of coffee, which he gladly thanked you for, immediately taking a sip, before setting it down to go and get ready. You slipped into his room and watched as he tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt, grinning shamelessly at the bruises he sported on his neck. You grabbed the tie set out on his bed and pushed him to sit down, standing between his legs.

Javier’s hands rested on your hips as you slowly knotted his tie. You loved the domesticity of the situation, the quiet morning creating a picture of peace for you and him to enjoy. You folded his collar and adjusted it so that the worst of the bruises were covered. You turned around and grabbed his bottle of cologne, spraying it on him before spraying some on yourself. Javier raised his eyebrows at you, amused and you shrugged.

“What? I don’t have my perfume with me.” You said as you capped the bottle and Javier stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

“Might I remind you that you now smell identical to me?’ He said before kissing the soft spot behind your ear.

“So?” You whispered.

“People are going to talk.”

“Let them, Javi.” Your hands trailed up his arms that were around you.

Javi hummed against your neck, agreeing to whatever you were saying. Their opinions didn’t matter anyway, you were his and he was yours and absolutely nothing in this world would change that.

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[girlgenius1111]

Does Sol like watching football or is she indifferent and only wants to support Ingrid and Mapi? Or is it complicated for her to support Ingrid’s football now, given that her parents always prioritized Ingrid’s football over her softball and such when she was a kid? How do Ingrid and Mapi help her navigate that?

And do Sol and Fresa go to Barça’s games together once they get together? Happy for @wileys-russo ‘s thoughts too, about them together or about Fresa :)

Side note: do y’all consult about headcanons before you post them bc they align very well lol it’s very cute

sol really really loves to watch her sister (and mapi) play football. she likes the sport because she’s been watching it her whole life, and she understands it really well. she’s never really held any of the things her parents did against ingrid because honesty, she saw ingrid as the perfect, worthy one too.

she’s just proud of her older sister, honestly, because playing at this level with this much scrub it’s and under this much pressure is more than sol could take and she is endlessly impressed that ingrid thrives in that environment.

she isn’t used to being prioritized, though, and it’s something ingrid and mapi have to be patient with. when they put her before seeing their friends or a work commitment, she always lashes out a bit because she isn’t used to the feeling of being important. it’s a tricky adjustment.

sol and fresa definitely go to games together once they get together. they share this really unique thing of their sister being so so good at something, and being proud of that while also feeling a bit insecure about themselves and their talent. that’s one of the things that draws them to each other. they just really get the other person.

@wileys-russo chime in bestie 🙂🙂🍓🍓

also. yes. bailey and i have a google doc of fresa and sol headcannons that is like… 11pt font, and maybe 9 pages long. and it’s missing so much stuff we’ve talked about too.

when we consult on headcannons though, i cannot tell you how many times bailey and i come up with the exact same idea. we share one brain. i think she’s had it for a couple weeks at this point 🫣

[zabala0z]

I’m very scared to watch the next episodes. Anyways hi, it’s me, your friendly neighborhood host. I got a lot of thoughts and I’m dying here 😭

MAG 72: Takeaway

Another meat thing oh god. Like I physically grimaced when Goodall had his Achilles heel cut like genuinely that’s one of my fears. Also another direct connection to like Christianity and meat. Or like kinda because in Rations I think, that guy made a prayer that was originally a Christian prayer I believe but altered it to put meat in. ALSO, Haan killed his wife but apparently she had self-inflicted wounds as well. I’m thinking this is maybe cult or some kind of like sacrificial thing going on. Maybe the wife wanted to die.

We also have Haans nephew who appeared in “Killing Floor”. He had his own meat sort of story. Guess it runs in the family 💀

MAG 73: Police Lights

I feel like Maxwell Rayner is not dead simply because it’s not the most implausible thing considering Michael Crew pops up in a couple episodes after jumping out a window. But who knows maybe Rayner is truly gone (I am betting not) also Natalie was there which definitely made me feel a little sad. I always feel a lot in terms of cults. I’m trying to figure out what Rayner and like the cult was planning on doing to the kid. Maybe kill him? But I feel like that’s too basic, they were probably doing something else. The fog seemed to hurt when it hit that one police guy like it burned him. Came out of that dusty old man’s mouth after all.

Also Basira quitting? Queen shit. I cannot blame her.

MAG 74: Fatigue

Oh yeah this is good. Something about the disjointed events really adds to the sleep deprived perspective I love it. Also MICHAEL. What is Michael I swear to god. Every appearance of this weirdo makes me more and more confused. What does he get out of this? Is it just for fun? He didn’t seem to benefit at all, like he even told Lydia she looked terrible 💀

It was said he was making spirals out of grass blades. What is with this creature and spirals, like that corridor was trippy too. I’m wondering if spirals are fractals. Lydia was drawing them for some reason. Similar to Evo’s dad in Burned Out.

And I KNEW Sasha was going through the tunnels. Like duh. I think she was the one who screwed up the quality because multiple times have electronics have been screwed around like tape recorder and the computer. I have no idea who that man is though.

MAG 75: A Long Way Down

This statement takes place after Michael jumps out the window. I guess he changed a lot. And he got some drip because why is he wearing a full suit?? I can’t tell if he actually contributed to Grants disappearance because maybe he was doing something else y’all 😭 (I’m in denial.) I am wondering what his little spell did back in Literary Heights. Did he like- bind himself with the lightning thing? I don’t know how that would work. He did say “I am yours” so did he like..sell his soul. That’s what I’m thinking.

Feeling really bad for grant. I don’t have a major fear of heights but the way the situation is described, I’d develop one.

MAG 76: The Smell of Blood

Wooo Melanie King! First time a character gave two statements which is cool. I’m wondering what kind of meme she ended up. Someone draw that.

Not much to say about this episode but oh my god I’m so happy someone noticed Sasha. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I miss Sasha dude 😭

One thing I’m curious about is like…what is going to be the ending. Because right now, the institute, or technically Jon, has so many probable enemies right now. Like you got the Church of yada yada, the circus, Fake Sasha, all those diseased people, Michael, the Lukas family, etc. Who is going to drop the other shoe? Because right now, they all have the other shoe istg.

[qjaidenhere]

BEGGING to hear about ur familoier au plssss

Okok so!! This is a Jaiden and Bobby centric au with some Roier (I mostly came up with this au because I was sad about Jaiden and Bobby and wanted them to be happy) it’s very slice of life fluffy modern au- just them being happy together :]] just know this is extremely self indulgent because I want them to be happy and if feels ooc or something no it doesn’t :]

much more under cut

Bobby often goes to the park with his family!! He likes to brings his fake sword and swing it at anything and everything he sees. he also likes to pick the many flowers around the park to make flower crowns!! It’s rare for a friend (or parent) of Bobby’s to not have at least one of his flower crowns (and his parents often have at least one flower of his on them all the time)

Bobby also loves to paint with his family!! He will draw on canvas, walls, his own skin, whatever, so he often has doodles up and down his arms. The family will often put aside time in the day for them to paint together (at Bobby’s request) and it’s often his highlight of the day :D he likes to copy Jaiden’s arm tattoos with his drawings on his arms (though he won’t admit it to her) and he often draws his family or his friends!!

Bobby also has two dogs- a big brown newfoundland named Oso and his husky named Tripita (he’s also named the two raccoons outside and sometimes tries to take them inside but they always escape)

Jaiden is a freelance artist who works on commission who is roommates with Roier. She is learning Spanish for both Roier and Bobby (who is bilingual) and they both encourage and help her while she’s learning! She went to law school for a bit when she was younger- but ended up dropping out.

all the eggs go to the same school and are all in the same class (for the older eggs) and the younger eggs (when they come into the story) often hang out with them at lunch and such :D Roier also babysits Tilin on the weekends so they and Bobby are pretty good friends (though they sometimes joke at being rivals) and Dapper sometimes comes over for sleepovers!

All the eggs are kind of close which means that their parents also all know each other because of their kids- it’s how some of them get to know each other at first but a fair few knew each other beforehand!

Misc thingys:

-the city is name quesadilla city

-jaiden once spent a day going from store to store to find the specific brand of french fries that she and Bobby likes lmao

-Jaiden often shows Bobby the basics of her job/s because of his interest in art

-Bobby is in awe of Juannaflippa because of her nerf gun

-all of the eggs are around 8-10 in this au I think but I’m still figuring out ages

-the au is called a garden of missed promises

-jaiden dyes her hair and convinces Roier to get a streak (she wanted him to get blue but they settled on red) and Bobby begged enough that they got him a blue underside of his hair

-they love to go biking together around the city

-the federation is kinda just the government for now,, they’re not nearly as bad as the canon federation and mostly are just in the background

-when they save up enough money they sometimes go out to a cottage on the countryside and hang around there

-Bobby and Tilin originally met when they had a fight at school that turned into their Roier and Q fighting over who has the best kid (they mostly made up though)

also it’s a sort of fantasy modern au only in that they are still hybrids instead of all being human- Jaiden is a parrot hybrid, Roier is a spider hybrid, Bobby is a dragon hybrid, pretty standard (not all the eggs are dragon hybrids though)

it’s VERY early qsmp based if you couldn’t tell already though I do want to add some of the other language creators (especially cellbit for spiderbit) but I’m still working on figuring out how they would work in this au! also Pepito and Empanada are going to be confusing to fit into this au- I don’t want to not include them but idk,, if y’all have any ideas they would be greatly appreciated

also people who expressed interest: (sorry for tag! I won’t do it again I just wanted to show y’all in all the same place)

@13minmailman

@kaihuntrr

@sleepdeprivedbooklover

@fruitlessjam48

@v01dw4tch3r

[pluck-heartstrings]

I’ve just binged your entire Pluck My Heartstrings story and gosh it’s so good! The miscommunications, the fact the brothers are in love with the same person~

Also saw the doodles of Eclipse and the hypotheticals of what could happen if he were included in the show. Maybe it’s a special performance, kinda like a random event the company would do later once they narrow in on the backstory of the Princess’s curse. Perhaps he is even the source of it because she refused to relinquish control of the kingdom (and her heart) to him!

Amazing work both in terms of writing and art!

Aww anon you’re so niiiiice 💙💙💙✨you picked a good time to start reading, what with tomorrow being update day! I always look forward to Friday because then I can hear how y’all like the fic. I read and reread the comments almost daily for a dopamine hit, is that too often?? I just love reading them so much.

And I’m glad you like the art too! I mentioned this in a different ask but originally this au was gonna be either a fic or a series of drawings, but I couldn’t help myself and did both 😆💦. There’s a part of me that misses when I could see everyone’s interpretations of the characters, but I love this au to pieces so I’m happy people seem to like it regardless.

As for Eclipse…I may have plans for a little short-form au of an au with him after PMH. We’ll see how I feel after this story is done. But as we know, I don’t exactly do short form very well (sweats in long fic) but I have an idea with him that I’m excited to share with y’all. Some older asks have the skeleton of the plot sketched out.

For now I can say because of this Eclipse won’t be showing up in PMH because he’ll mess with the plot too much. But I love him dearly and I do have plans for him. That much is all I’ll say.

Thanks so much for reading and your nice words!!!

[aerynwrites]

Ruined

Vampire!Silco x Fem!Reader

Arcane Halloweek: Day 4 - Monster AU

A/N: I have been so excitedly sitting on this one shot for days now and I’m so happy to finally share with y’all. Also…I just Just of made up my own vampire rules so just ignore that lol. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: angst | slight pining | boss/employee relationship | blood | mentions of knives and cuts | biting | vampire feeding | blood drinking | silco being a teasing bastard as usual | fluff | suggestive themes towards the end.

not beta read - apologies for any and all grammatical/spelling errors.

You should have known this was a stupid idea. 

You should have known your mistake and consequent solution would come back to bite you in the ass. Just like every other time you try to go out of your way to appease everyone. Yet, here you are, suffering the consequences because some fucking assholes decided to jump you and the caravan on your way back to the Last Drop.

Sevika, Ran and the other goon with you had made quick work of most of them, their superhuman speed making them efficient in their jobs. However, a few of the thieves managed to get away with almost half of the supply. 

The blood supply that keeps Silco from having to roam the lanes in search of food. 

You can’t help but kick yourself, as you remember the damning words you uttered to Sevika in the aftermath when she asked what you were going to do. What you were going to tell the boss. 

I’ll take care of it.

You might be one of the few humans in Silco’s employ, but you’re good at you’re job and you’re loyal - two things that lead to the right hand woman taking you at your word. Plus, it’s not like you lied. 

You are taking care of it.

You’re just trying to take care of it with Silco being none the wiser. As far as he knows the pickup went off without a hitch, his blood supply being unaffected. If only due to some late night visits to Singed for blood draws to replace the missing product. 

It felt like a great idea at the time - a simple, easy way to ensure the boss has what he needs without any needed stress. Except as the days wear on, everything starts to catch up with you. 

Reports seem to pile up, your focus shifted as eyes droop with each written line. Thirum having to shake you awake at the bar when you drifted off mid conversation, brows furrowed in confusion. Your head pounds almost every morning, eyes foggy as they try to focus on the world around you. And on top of all of that, you’re fucking exhausted almost constantly. Arms and legs move slower, you can never seem to get fully warm. 

And if Silco’s sidelong glances or frustrated sighs when he has to repeat himself for the hundredth time, say anything…He’s starting to notice that something is off. 

A faint call of your name pulls you from your thoughts, bringing you back to the bustling bar of the Last Drop as a large hand settles on your shoulder. You turn and come face to face with Sevika, who’s looking at you with that all too familiar frustrated scowl. 

“Didn’t you hear me the first dozen times I called your name?” she asks, casting a glance at your barely touched drink. 

You shake your head, gesturing around you lazily, fatigue already setting in. “It’s loud.” you offer lamely, smirking when she rolls her eyes. 

“Boss wants to see you.”

You sigh, “I already gave him my reports-”

Sevika cuts you off, practically hauling you off the barstool. “Now. And he didn’t seem keen on waiting.”

The tone of her voice is sobering, pushing your fatigue to the side as you look towards the stairs. You don’t offer Sevika any response other than a wary glance as you make your way to Silco’s office. 

The stairs creak beneath your feet as you make the journey until you are outside the familiar door. Raising a hand to knock, your knuckles don’t even meet the surface before the familiar drawl of Silco’s voice stops you. 

“Come in.”

Entering without hesitation, the door closes behind you as you make your way into the room, stopping just behind the chairs in front of his ornate desk. His chair is facing away from you, the smoke curling delicately over the top the only indication he’s sitting in it. 

You clear your throat softly. “You…wanted to see me, sir?”

The chair turns to face you smoothly, teal and orange gaze settling on you as he takes a deep drag from the cigar at his lips before snuffing it out in an ashtray on his desk. His eyes never leave yours as he exhales slowly, the smoke enveloping you in a distinctive spicy aroma. 

He must see the way your nose scrunches at the smell, never being one for cigars or the way they smell, a detail he’s picked up on in your years of service. 

“A distinct smell, is it not?” His voice is like silk as it leaves his lips.

Brows furrowed at the random line of questioning, you nod slowly.

Taking a deep breath, he picks up the cigar once more, twirling it between long fingers as he studies it. “A distinct taste too,” he continues, “each cigar tastes different than the last. Some have a certain headiness about them while others are more delicate - sweeter, even.”

You shake your head, heart thumping nervously in your chest as you lose any idea of why you were called up here. “Boss, I don’t understand-”

“Blood is the same in that sense,” he says, cutting you off as he pulls open the top drawer in his desk, procuring something before placing it on the desktop. “Everyone’s blood tastes different. Not a single one is alike. Which is why-” he taps the object on the desk twice, “I know this shipment of blood is different from the rest.”

Your eyes fall to the desk and you feel your stomach drop through the floor. It’s a blood bag, just like the same ones that typically come in the shipments. But the only difference is the slight difference in the labels. You tried your best to replicate the labels on the typical bags, but you couldn’t perfect them. 

This is one of the fillers you slipped in. It’s your blood that’s been emptied from that bag, and you can only hope he hasn’t connected the dots. 

“If there’s an issue with the product I can talk to the supplier and see if they’ve made any changes,” you say, voice coming out weaker than you anticipated. 

Silco regard’s you for a moment, before he slowly gets to his feet, eyes never leaving yours as he rounds the desk, that oh-so-familiar saunter sending a chill down your spine.

“Were there issues with the shipment?” He asks plainly, getting closer to you with each calculated step. “Because there are just a few too many coincidences for me to dismiss.”

He’s in front of you now, a mere foot away as he looks down at you, orange iris blazing as he starts a slow circle around you. 

“The shipment was delayed, then the product differs vastly from those in the past, and at the same time as all of these discrepancies are occurring, one of my best employees starts to decline in health and their duties…” 

You can’t find it in yourself to move as he stalks behind your back, breath fanning over your ear until he pauses just over your left shoulder. 

The one thing that you could never seem to get used to with vampire’s, despite spending most of your time with them, was their lack of warmth. You almost expect to feel heat seeping into your back through your thin shirt, but all you feel is bone shilling coolness as he leans forward, lips brushing against your shoulder as he speaks. 

“I have a theory,” he whispers, lips trialing ever so slowly upwards to rest just over your jugular, “and I'd like a chance to prove it.”

The faint scratch of unnaturally sharp canines against the delicate skin of your neck, makes your voice waver as you speak. “W-whatever you need.”

He chuckles darkly, and you feel ashamed of the excitement that shoots through you. 

“Be careful what you so willingly offer.”

Before you can blink, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, spinning you until you are pressed up against the edge of the desk, trapped between Silco and the hardwood behind you. But that isn’t what sucks the break from your lungs. 

No - it’s the glint of steel in the fading light of his office that has your breath leaving you in anxious pants. 

This is it. You think, eyes instinctively clenching shut. He’s going to kill me for lying to him, for trying to cover up my mistake, for breaking his trust-

A sharp gasp leaves you as a stinging pain erupts across your fingertip. Eyes fly open only to see Silco tossing his knife onto the desk behind you as his dual colored gaze falls to the hand held between you. 

Your hand. With one finger extended and a delicate pearl of blood bubbling to the surface. It feels as if you aren’t even breathing as he takes the digit into his mouth, tongue laving at the small wound. Contrary to what you imagined, his mouth is warm and tongue slick as it moves to collect every scrap of blood from your finger. 

After what feels like an eternity but is probably just a mere moment, he pulls back licking his bottom lip thoughtfully before fixing his gaze back on you. He fixes you with that wicked smirk, the one that always makes your knees weak. 

“It seems I was right,” he says simply. “I had a feeling something happened with the shipment, and in an effort to correct the accident, you filled the gaps with your own…supply.” 

You go to speak, but Silco cuts you off just as you take a breath, leaning down ever closer to you, your noses brushing gently as he speaks. “I could taste the difference immediately. The regular supplier most likely supplements the blood with nutrients and other things and it makes it taste…bland, medicinal…” he trails down lower, nosing at your jaw, “lackluster.” 

“But yours…” His breath makes your skin prickle and you can’t stop the shiver as he dips lower, lips brushing the spot just below your ear. “Your’s is different. Brighter, more vibrant, sweeter…” his words melt over your skin like warm honey, and you can’t find it in you to care when your hands come up and grip his arms for purchase as he continues. 

“I had an idea of what you were doing right from the beginning, and as I kept drinking, kept tasting you, well…I couldn’t help but wonder what it tastes like directly from the source.”

As if to emphasize his point, he runs his tongue over the delicate skin above your jugular, and the words leave your lips before you can stop yourself. 

“You can. I’d…I’d let you.” 

The confession is a broken, desperate thing, but he must enjoy it if his bemused chuckle is anything to go by. You want nothing more than for him to do it, to take what you've been willingly giving him for days now. But to your confusion, and slight disappointment, he pulls away, eyes roaming your face.

“I know you would,” he reveals, lips ticking upward in that smirk once more at your shocked expression. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. The way your heart speeds up in my presence, your stuttered breaths, dilated pupils…” 

He pulls even further away then, reaching up to pull your hands away from him with a gentle grip, a drastic contrast to the delirious way he’s teasing you. 

“As much as I desire to accept your offer…you’re weak,” he deapans, letting your arms fall to your sides once more. “This plan of yours has left you barely able to function, let alone let me feed from you.”

He sidesteps you gracefully, rounding the desk as you turn to follow his movements until he is back in the same position he was earlier. Sat in his chair with all the power in the world as he pulls a new cigar from inside his desk, snips the end off and lights it with calculated precision. 

His eyes fall from you down to the scattered papers on his desk as he takes a deep inhale from the cigar before letting it out once more. 

“Take the next few days to yourself. I expect you to be at full capacity before the next shipment.”

His words are a clear dismissal, and you have to stop yourself from physically reeling from the whiplash the last several moments have given you. But you don’t stay to ask questions, instead taking it for what it is. 

The door to Silco’s office clicks shut behind you as you exit into the hallway, and your brain can only seem to focus on one thing.

What the fuck do you do now?

───── 𖥸 ─────

It’s been weeks since the shipment incident, and just about the same amount of time since your moment with Silco in his office, and his words haven’t stopped ringing in your head. 

As much as I desire to accept your offer…

Sure the offer had been made in the moment but…you meant it. Years spent pining after your vampire boss had left you thinking about the idea more than once, and…

He didn’t outright refuse you. He just…deferred it to a later date. 

At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself as you’ve tried to find a way to bring it up again in a casual way. 

Initially you weren’t ever going to speak about it again - in fact, once you returned to work you had planned to pretend that the whole fiasco never happened. The new shipment came in without a hitch so things went back to normal.

…almost…

You have your energy back and you’re back to your old self, no longer missing meetings or dozing off at the bar. But Silco…something is different since you’ve come back from your mandatory recovery leave. 

Your meetings with him to go over reports feel more…intimate. Before, you typically stood a few feet from the desk, rattling off numbers and important details while he looked at the papers. But now, it’s vastly different. 

Now he invites you so sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk as you go over the reports. Oftentimes standing to pour you both a drink - another new addition - before taking his place in the empty seat beside you. 

The first time it happened, it caught you off guard, stalling your speech as you looked over at the kingpin of the undercity who only lazily gestured at you to continue. 

Once you gathered yourself again you had indeed continued, but you didn’t miss the way he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and leaving very little space between you as he read over the parchment in your hands. 

Each time he’s so close you can smell the faint scent of his cologne and the spice of cigars on his breath when he mutters a question. And you swear a few times you even heard him take a deep breath just a little too close to be coincidental. 

You also noticed that the blood supply is lasting him longer than usual, which means he’s either finding a supply elsewhere or just not using it. 

Maybe he was so used to mine…he doesn’t like the taste of the other stuff now…

The thought is fleeting, and you try to shove it down before it takes root, but you can’t. It’s the only thing you can think about as you slowly ascend the stairs to Silco’s office, nerves alight with anxiety as you finally stand in front of the door. 

What if he doesn’t want it? What if he laughs I’m your face and calls you out for the foolish child you feel like? What if-

“Quit lingering at the door like a wraith. Either come in or get back to work.” 

The all too familiar voice meets your ears through the thick wood for the door, and you can’t stop the warmth that floods your cheeks. 

The door is unlocked so you walk in easily, letting it click shut behind you as you step further into the room. Your eyes fall immediately to the man who’s been plaguing your thoughts. 

He stands in front of the large window behind his desk, the light casting his office in a green hue and making him nothing but a silhouette against the backdrop. 

Instinctively you shove your hands in the pockets of your jacket, trying to hide the way they shake as your nerves get the better of you. 

Finally, Silco turns to face you, his orange eye bright and glowing against the darkness of his silhouette. It makes you shiver for an entirely other reason and that alone seems to give you the little courage you need to approach the desk. 

His features make themselves out as you come closer, the light not distorting them as much, and you’re able to see the way he raises a brow just as he lowers a cigar from his lips. He makes a point to blow the smoke away from you, and you silently appreciate the small gesture, licking your lips as you try to find the words you want to say. 

However, Silco beats you to it, voice smooth as he speaks. 

“If you have something to say…say it.” He says bluntly, eyes locked onto you. 

So he knows. Or…at least has an idea.

Pulling your hands from your pockets, you clasp them in front of you, trying to appear more confident than you feel. 

“I just noticed that the new supply might not be up to your…standards. And I just -  wanted to let you know that my…my offer is still on the table.” 

Your last words come out in a whisper, confidence slipping away from you the longer you hold Silco’s unrelenting gaze. 

The suggestion sounds pathetic when you say it out loud, and you’re ready to take it all back to tuck tail and run when a chuckle meets your ears. 

It’s the same as the ones he gave you last time, dark, humorless - but not cruel or demeaning. Just like he’s privy to a joke you don’t understand, an irony you can’t fully comprehend. 

And as he stalks from behind the desk, snuffing out his cigar on the way, you find that your eyes never leave him. Not even when he comes to stand almost toe to toe with you, that damn cologne tickling your nose and making your eyes flutter as he leans in closer. 

“Do you have any idea what you’re offering me?” He asks, voice genuine, as if he truly wants you to rethink your precious gift. 

But you have thought about it. Thought about the possibilities, what could go wrong, and what could go so mind-nubmingly right. 

You just hope this will fall under the latter. 

You give him a small but firm nod, voice not wavering as you speak. “I do. And…It’s yours. I-If you want it.” 

The breath of air he releases is one of relief, you can practically feel the way he sags into your space, nosing your jaw as hands ghost up your sides. 

“Oh, my dear…” Breath fans over your ear sending shivers down your spine. “You have no idea how much I’ve craved it.” 

You don’t know what you were expecting. Part of you was expecting him to take you right there, teeth plunging into your neck unceremoniously to drink directly from the source like he wanted. Part of you maybe expected him to be a touch softer, walking you through it before sharp canines pierce delicate skin. 

But you never expected a kiss. 

Never expected cool lips pressed against yours with a ferocity only intimate lovers possess. Never expected the feeling of his tongue running across the seam of your lips or granting him access as easily as you draw breath. 

He hums lowly into you, and you can feel the vibrations from within his chest as he wraps strong arms around you to pull you impossibly closer against him. Fingers press greedily into your sides as he guides you backwards and you don’t even have the wherewithal to wonder where he’s taking you. 

Only when he turns you both with incredible grace and sinks down onto the plush velvet of the sofa does it register, and by then you’re already in his lap and too far gone to care. 

He breaks the kiss as soon as you slide onto his legs, thighs straddling his own as lips trail from your mouth to your cheek, then lower. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” He husks, voice like broken gravel as he nips at the edge of your jaw, those impossibly sharp fangs scratching teasingly. 

“You’ve ruined me. You gave me a taste and it’s made everything else taste like the toxins swimming in the river Pilt.” He’s at your neck now, teasing, nipping, tongue laving out to soothe the little bites. “Bitter, acidic, bland-“ he takes a deep inhale as he nuzzles into you, and you can feel the way his lashes flutter against your skin. “Nothing like this, like the divine ichor that seems to run through your veins-“

“Silco, please.” 

Those two words. The utterance of his name and the way you beg so sweetly are his undoing. They are enough to snap the thin little thread of control he still had and allows him to finally take what he’s so desperately wanted for longer than he can remember. 

The pain is both as intense and yet, lesser than you had thought it to be. It’s a piercing, searing heat that flows from your neck to your fingertips where they grasp for purchase in his fine silk vest. Yet the ecstasy that courses through you moments after is enough to overwhelm all else. 

It’s…strange. But it feels good. With each languid pull, each pass of his tongue over your skin, the way his arms tighten around you, crushing you to him as he feasts - it all makes the heat in your belly burn brighter. 

He groans against you as he drinks, pressing harder against you as if that will somehow make the blood come forth faster, nose digging into your shoulder as one hand comes up to tangle in your hair as you nuzzle into his own neck. 

It feels like an eternity when he practically rips himself from you with a grunt of effort. Pressing one last kiss the delicate skin which stops the gentle flow of crimson. You were just beginning to feel the telltale signs of fatigue, sleep tugging gently at your eyes when cool hands come up to cradle your face. 

You’re pulled from your place on his shoulder gently, and brought up only so caring eyes can look you over. The teal iris, the one so many seem to overlook, is eclipsed by the black of his pupil, hunger still present in his gaze. 

There’s still the faintest hint of red on his lips, one corner darker than the rest - and you can’t help but reach up to wipe at it. It’s the first time you’ve truly touched him throughout all this, the first time he’s ever let you touch him. So, you try to commit it to memory. The way the scars marring his upper lip feel beneath your thumb as you wipe gently at the blood left there. 

Without thought, his tongue peaks out to wipe up the excess, brushing against the pad of your finger before retreating once more as he reaches up to take your hand in his own. 

You’re momentarily struck by the gentleness of his actions, the way his brow seems to draw together in concern. Which is why you can’t fathom why the words spill from your lips. 

“So, was it better directly from the source?” You ask, voice soft and bringing a rare half smile to the man’s lips. 

He nods. “As I said,” he begins, leaning in so lips ghost over your own, and you can almost taste the metallic tang on his breath. 

“You’ve ruined me.” 

[lunarcrown]

DAMMMMMMIT!!! I WAS TOO BUSY WORKING I COULDN'T GET A COMM!!!!

Will you ever open comms again later down the line? Not that I'm rushing you or anything, I just have only seen you open comms twice, unless am dumb (which is possible, lol).

Anyways, have fun rocking the Jimmy Dreamhouse merch and excited to see your drawings, but take your time :D

AWWW IM SORRY U MISSED!!!

I only did four slots bc February is probably gonna be a lil busy at work for me (valentines tattoos my beloved) so I didn’t want to take too many people on and then be like “ok you’ll get your commission in 45 months” HAHA

I’ve only opened them I think two other times, you’re correct!

It’s just bc I draw for work on the weekly so I like to scribble for relax time when I’m home but sometimes ya just gotta get that fun money and do a lil extra work for it and y’all always have such fun ideas so it’s a WINNN!

But yeah I might open up again before a guest spot I’m doing the summertime!

And thank you I CANNOT wait to get the shirt! So far that’ll be my second piece of merch besides my scarland shirt!! 🤩

[we-were-beautiful]

The Fox and The Hounds pt. 3

A/N: I did switch up the writing style just a little bit and I am sorry if that throws people off. It is much easier for me to write in this style than the other but hopefully y’all will still like it. Also this fic takes place before the first war so there are some references to keeping humans as slaves which we know most of the high fae did  so heads up on that. Also I realize I worked myself into a corner and now have to come up with names for 17 doggos so please leave any suggestions  for names as I am drawing a blank on this. I will also accept people who want to beta read this for me to help me find silly mistakes that I know I miss

Summary: Its autumn court tradition to give your mate a fox kit before your ceremony. after years of knowing the Vanserra’s a mating bond snaps between the Autumn Heir and a well known smoke hound breeder

Warning: Brief mention of slavery 

 WC: 2.3k 

A month had passed since the mating bond had snapped between Eris and myself, and  since that fateful morning so much has happened since. Paprika has grown quite a bit and is an adventurous little creature. The hounds tolerate this new fox in the household but tend to ignore the small creature that nips at them. I had spent much of my time at the forest house with the Vanserras and Eris. This time has given Eris and I a chance to get to know one another on a more personal level rather than just the surface level friendship that we had previously had. However the last month had also been a never ending calendar of events that the two of us had been forced to attend. Balls, parties, and dinners; if there was an event with the nobility  Eris and I were to be in attendance. 

As it stands I am currently directing my fathers human slaves as they packed my clothing for a weekend away. Apparently Eris had arranged a weekend away for just the two of us with my father and his. To get to know each other away from prying eyes and without chaperones. It was a bit nerve racking; we had never really been on our own, either one of our parents or siblings are always with us or we are surrounded by the nobles of the court. The gentle bump on my hand pulls my attention away from my thought Paprika had hopped into my lap and decided that I needed to pay attention to her. A small smile gently forms on my face as I run my hand across the foxes soft fur “Y/N” my eyes glance to the door as my mother waltzes into the room. The humans give her a bow before returning to their task 

“Mom” I addressed her as she sat down next to me.

“How are you feeling, Darling.” she runs her hand through my hair 

“I’m not sure. We’ve never really been alone together.” I sigh and pick up Paprika to snuggle her to my chest. “And now we are going to be alone for a whole weekend. I don’t even know where to go from there.” 

“Well this is how you get to know each other Darling, if your father didn’t think it was a good idea he and Beron would not have agreed to Eris’ plans.” Mom gently takes one of my hands in hers “You two are mates, the mother deemed you to be his perfect match. Worse comes to worse you can always fall back on your hounds”

True enough Eris had requested that I bring my hounds along. So it will be us and 18 dogs in whatever little cabin that Eris had planned for us to stay in. We had introduced the dogs last week at our home so that they could get to know each other. Thankfully the meeting had gone relatively well. Ramiel was her typical self but didn’t start any fights with Eris’ hounds so we counted that as a small victory. A few servants from the Forest House had come earlier to collect the hounds and bring them to the location. 

The clock on the wall ticks reminding me that the hour grows closer to the time when Eris is going to come and get me. I am hoping that he will be amiable to take a minute out of our trip. Bella’s puppies are now at the stage where we start letting the new families pick out which pup they want. Beron had come by earlier this week to pick out which pup would be his. I figured Eris would like to have an opinion on what pup we should keep as we are going to be sealing the mating bond in a little more than two weeks. A puppy would be a gentle start to see how well we can make decisions together as a pair. 

The gentle brush against my mental shields jolts me out of my thoughts 

“Where did you go Dear?” Mom’s voice breaks the silence. Her soothing tone is as comforting as it has been throughout my whole life. 

“I was wondering if Eris would mind postponing our trip for a little bit so that we can pick out which pup to keep.”  I explain to her 

“That sounds like a wonderful idea darling. I’m sure Eris will not be opposed. Quite frankly I’m surprised he got you a fox and not a puppy.” I had heard about that little bet that my parents had made. She thought for sure that Eris was going to find a smoke hound pup, whereas Father bet that he would go the traditional route with a fox kit. Turns out Father who was born and raised in the Autumn Court and who was Eris Godfather was right about my mate sticking to tradition.

“While I wouldn't have been sad with a puppy I had always dreamed about a fox.” As if knowing that we are talking about her, Paprika lets out a little yip wiggling in my arms to her back wanting her stomach scratched. I gently scritch her soft underbelly. A knock sounds through the door 

“Enter” Mothers voice rings out. One of the butlers head pokes into the room

“Lord Eris is here for Lady Y/N.”  He addresses the two of us. Mom quickly stands offering me one of her hands. I take it and allow her to pull me up off the bed. 

“Thank you.” She dismisses him and he nods and walks away 

“Come my love, your betrothed is waiting for you.” She places a quick kiss to my forehead 

The walk from my room to the foyer seems to take forever. The soft clicks of Ginger and Paprika’s claws on the wooden floor break the unnerving silence. Even though I had gotten to know Eris on a surface level this was a weekend without others to buffer. Sure there would be a servant who would come and prepare our meals, but other than that it would just be the two of us. The thought both filled me with excitement and fear. As we approached the door Cinnamon eyes met mine. There he stood in all his glory. Eris Vanserra always immaculately dressed, somehow managing to seem out of place in our home. A soft smile formed on his face as he turned fully to face us. 

“Lady L/N.” He bows towards my mother, walking over to the two of us. He takes my hand and places a kiss on the back of it. A habit he had started once the engagement was formalized “ My Mate.” 

“Lord Eris.” I curtsy, the hem of my riding dress pooling on the floor before rising. He had told me multiple times that I did not need to bow before him or address him as lord; I was his mate, his equal but life in the court had taught me protocol on how to interact with the highlord's family. Eris releases my hand placing his on my chin gently tilting my head to look at him. 

“How many times must I tell you Mate that you are allowed to call me just by my name.” 

His tone could be read as cocky, his grin doing nothing to dispute that. Something in his eyes however seemed almost sad at the formality 

“At least once every time we meet.” and more if the Highlord was around. I was always cautious around Beron, even though he was my fathers best friend he was notorious for his anger and cruelty. Which I had no desire to experience, hence the formality with my soon to be in-laws. 

“This will change after the wedding “ He cups my chin tilting my head to look at him “you are my mate and equal, I won’t have us going through life with you addressing me formally” 

We stare each other down for a moment seemingly lost in each other. Something that I had noticed in the time we spent together. We tended to get lost in a little bubble of just the two of us even in a room full of people. A small cough from my mother pulls us out of it, making me jump backwards slightly away from the fiery haired male.

“Y/N, the servants have finished packing your things for the weekend.” She laughs at the situation and how easily we got lost in each other forgetting that we had an audience “Didn’t you mention wanting to show Eris something before you left.” 

“Oh, Yes” the puppy I had nearly forgotten. “If it's not too much I would like to gather your opinion on something before we depart for the weekend.” 

“Of course my mate, whatever you need it is never a problem .” He gently holds out his arm for me to take. I thread my arm through his getting ready to lead him towards the kennels Paprika danced between the two of us bumping into our legs to get our attention, the little kit was eager to set out on an adventure and given that her leash had already been attached she was more than ready to get out of the manor. 

“I will leave you two alone then.” Mother walks over and gives me a kiss on the forehead “enjoy your weekend my love.” 

She turns to face Eris and a saccharine smile grows on her face “I trust you will take care of my daughter Eris.” while not a threat the intention was clear as day, hurt my daughter and I will make you wish for a merciful end. 

“Of course lady Charis. It's just a weekend so that we can get to know each other outside of the court. I will make sure she is taken care of and protected.’ He bowed his head towards her not truly understanding that it was more than just a mothers threat to keep her child safe. She had kept her powers hidden from everyone here in Autumn and when I showed similar powers I was taken  to the night court to train and hone these gifts alongside my cousin. 

“Goodbye Mother, I will see you when I return.”  I smile at her before gently pulling Eris towards the door. 

“Goodbye my dear, I love you.” She always told us that when we left it didn’t matter how long we would be gone she always made sure to tell us she loved us. 

“I love you too.” I smile at her over my shoulder as I lead my mate out the door and towards the kennel. 

We walk in silence for a few moments before Eris speaks up. 

“What did you want my opinion on Y/N” straight and to the point as he typically was but not in a cruel way but rather inquisitive. As if curious to what his bride might want. 

“Well I plan on keeping one of Bellatrix’s pups, and since our ceremony is in two weeks I figured you might like a say in which puppy we keep.” I open the door to the kennel letting him walk inside. “The Highlord already selected his pup, as promised he did have first pick; I have a few families coming next week to select their pups. By the time of our ceremony the pups will be just about ready for their new homes.”  I led him back towards Bella’s large cage, swiping one of the dog tags embossed with the L/N crest, a simple way of knowing who the hounds belong to. “So we still have 5 pups to choose from.” 

‘I trust your judgment on quality hounds Y/N seeing as you are the most talented breeder in the court, but thank you for wanting my opinion” his voice seemed softer now that the two of us were away from prying eyes. 

Stepping into the cage Bella stands and walks to the two of us nudging my hands with her large head. It is a sight to see Eris drop to his knees to pet the pups, but the smile that he wore showed that he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I moved to kneel beside him gently petting the pups who were excited to see us. The runt of the litter worms his way into my lap circling around a few times before laying down. I had always been rather fond of this little guy. Even though he is smaller than his siblings he seemed to have inherited Khalid's personality, and if he's anything like Bella he will grow into a formidable hound. Eris reaches over to pet the pup's head playing with his velvety floppy ears. 

“You’re fond of this one.” it's not a question rather a statement. 

“I am, he reminds me so much of Bella when she was a pup. I ran a hand along his soft fur looking over to Bellatrix who had laid down beside me.  

“Does he have a name?” Eris looks to me and then to the pup. 

“No, I don't generally give the pups names, I let the families decide.”  It was a method that kept me from getting attached to the pups and wanting to keep all of them. 

“We can take some time this weekend to pick out a name.” Eris smiles at the pup, “I think he will be a great addition.” 

A smile grew on my face, this pup had weaseled his way into my heart, and I knew I would have chosen him on my own, but to have my mate agree to the runt of the litter made my heart happy. In times like this I can almost forget the whole situation that we are in. Right now we are just a couple picking out a puppy; no courtiers, no parents, just Eris and Y/N.  I clipped the tag onto the collar, the metal cool against my fingers. Eris reaches over and grasps my hand still holding the tag. 

“We will need to get you some different tags for your hounds when we return.” His voice is smooth and calm.

Reality hits me again. We were going to be mated in two weeks and I wouldn’t just be Y/N the daughter to Beron’s most trusted advisor and member of the court. I would be Y/N Vanserra wife and mate to the heir of Autumn. 

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🐺❤️ He Ate My Heart Out ❤️🐺

*Rock eyebrow raise and Vine boom sound effect intensifies*

Sharandy my beloved,, oh how I’ve missed drawing these two together again (even though it wasn’t that long since I’ve last drawn them). Guess I just can’t quit these two.

Had the urge to draw these two again because I'm so sick and tired of seeing so much discourse and detractors about them as a couple on TikTok and YouTube. I’ve recently stumbled onto some edits of them getting a divorce, and while I respect others opinions on Sharon settling with a better man- y’all acting like Randy can’t get his act together and act like a normal husband towards her, which he’s done during the series like multiple times 💀

Though for the most part, I kinda blame the flanderization of him in recent years for this, especially with that one recent special where he bodyshames her, like, what the literal hell was that nonsense? I hate it sm, Randy would never do that 😣

My apologies if I sound like a broken record for saying this for the 200th time, Ik these two are an imperfect couple, but that’s what I like about ‘em. They don’t always act like a mushy, lovey-dovey, squeaky-clean, Disney-esque couple (not a jab at Disney couples, I live and breathe them, but you get my point). Both of them have their flaws like quarreling and bickering and that’s what makes their relationship realistic, because, newsflash, some irl couples act like that too. If their relationship were sunshine and rainbows all the time, then it would just be boring to watch. They’ve had plenty of moments to prove that they have a decent marriage. One of my DA friends said this a while back and I fully agree with them; a couple with their ups and downs is a lot better than a toxic marriage happening every single episode.

And at least Randy doesn’t treat Sharon awfully 24/7, cheats on her with other people, married her solely for her looks, or told her that he hates being with his kids. And imo they’re a healthier couple then the other parents like Staurt and Carol and Stephen and Linda don’t @ me plz-

So sorry if I went off on yet another tangent, I’m just your average online yapper who gets unnecessarily defensive over my fav fictional characters 💅🏾✨

My silly rant out of the way, when I was younger I had this habit of inserting my favorite franchises into random fairytales. I don’t know why I did it so much, I just liked the concept of it. I’ve done it with Mario, Banjo-Kazooie and Cuphead, now I’m doing it with South Park. The theme I wanted to go for was Red Riding Hood after binge watching those “Dark origins of your childhood fairytales” videos, bumping into some other fairytale AUs on here for some inspo, and listening to Monster by Lady Gaga and Won’t Bite by Doja Cat one too many times.

Wanted to go for a stylish but sultry look for Riding Hood!Sharon, and as for Werewolf!Randy I definitely went full on furry on him in this picture. I am not sorry at all. Now I just kinda picture some scenarios where he acts like an actual dog. Like, Sharon has him on a leash and takes him on walks, sprays him with a spray bottle anytime he starts actin’ up, or giving him some weed to calm him down when he enters feral mode. Randy is also very loyal and protective of his wifey, and will not hesitate to bite, scratch (and probably kill) you if you lay a finger on her. Also like the idea of him enjoying being scratched behind the ears and getting belly rubs haha

And I had a thought of having Stan playing the role of the huntsman, ‘cause I think it would be adorbs for him to help out his mama <3

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Sorry if this has been asked before (i looked but couldnt find anything) When will you be bringing back the halabis legacy?

just missing them <3

UHHHHHH short answer: never say never

long answer: GUHHHH BUHHH BUHHHH

it’s not really a priority for a myriad of reasons.

this might be a random ass reference but it lowkey started feeling like the netflix show elite where all the main cast is gone and they’re just beating that dead horse till it’s glue. like if the whole save combusted after ollie’s gen i genuinely would’ve been satisfied. i’ve never been one to like to draw something out id rather a piece of media die with dignity rather than fizzle out until it had to be taken out back like old yeller

another reason is gus’ gen was sort of formed around growing together and exploring that but i kinda did that already independently from them? so it would just sort of be redundant. once your sim got pissed on once you’ve seen it a thousand times

third, the save is like. extremely bloated hejrjdkd. a billion townies (i’ve since changed how i deal with npcs so it doesn’t bug me much like in my current household file) that need makeovers and a billion and one cousins i need to keep track of. it’s just a lot of work to even get the save right before i can even play

SO YEAH that’s all sad but tbh, i wuv them so who knows? i’ve turned around ideas in my head for how i could bring them back. maybe a time jump into a new save, maybe something else i haven’t thought of tbh if y’all have an idea i’m all ears. but like i said it’s not really a priority and i don’t wanna force myself into doing anything just for the sake of posting them bc i’m too hedonistic for that. i only do things that give me that sweet sweet dopamine

in the meantime i like how there sort of. canonized? on my blog ehehe. like using nadine and dante for my barbie and ken poses, i wanna keep doing stuff like that! like treating them like little ocs bc i could never just abandon them on the side of the road im not THAT much of an absentee parent

[frogcrushsstuff]

Rowan (they/them)

MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYY <333333

I missed drawing this silly lil guy so much, idk why I don’t do it more often OMGGGG

Btw, here’s all of the (finished) drawings that I did of them from newest to oldest! :) I really like the idea of them growing up w me, so we’ll stick with that haha

(I really hope that you can kind of see improvement haha) (even though I also still really like the last version I drew of them (the one in the middle))

As always, feel free to tell me what I could improve on with my later drawings :)

Love y’all and have a very nice day/night <333

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Awww… thank you for the nice comments about my drawing… I do really think that I could have done better ;-; but I’m glad that you liked it. And thank you for the banana, since you were nice to give me a gift, I shall return the favor!

Mature Content Warning.

{ A bit of context: Ok so I ship my oc (her name is D.A. as a nickname) with Link (BOTW/TOTK) a lot… for many different reasons but all you need to know that D.A. is a Tall Queen and Link is her Short King. But that will be another story for another time, so this will be about the Reader of any gender, and the Chain. }

The chain and the reader are just hanging around at a campsite, doing their own thing. Unfortunately it is very hot outside and Wild is not having it at all. So after lunch is over, he chills next to reader under a tree and tries to take a nap. While he sleeps, he began to have a bit of a fun dream. He sees himself at the bottom of the hill, (in the Barbarian Armor cuz I’m that type of person) and on the top of this hill, he sees his flower, but he has to climb to get to them. So he climbs and climbs and climbs, ironically enough, the higher he goes, the hotter the atmosphere is around him. Wild starts to sweat and sweat, but he doesn’t stop, he wants his lover so badly. It’s only at the top, he realizes that his sweetie is a giant now, and unfortunately they can’t hear him from way down there. So he gently climbs onto the hot smooth skin of this beautiful being in front of him. He continues to climb, up their body, all soft and warm, and Wild is starting to become crazy, just aching for relief from this mayor yet. Finally, he makes he way face to face with his lover, with him standing on their chest. And an reward for climbing all the way to the top, Wild is given a kiss from this beautiful beautiful being (kinda like how those huge fairies kiss him when he upgrades or something? I haven’t played the game .3.) When the kiss is done, suddenly there is this waterfall above Wild, giving him the cooling relief he craved so bad as he wails out in satisfaction. Once the ordeal is over, Wild opens his eyes and is meet with a bunch of eyes on him. The Reader and the chain just look at him.

Reader is confused and concerned.

Wind doesn’t even has a clue what is going on as his eyes are being covered by Legend, Hyrule was attempting to cover Wind’s eyes but failed miserably.

Twilight and Sky both have second had embarrassment.

Calamity refuses to acknowledge what the hell just happened for his own mental sanity.

Warriors just has a smirk on his face.

Sage is just disgusted….. DISGUSTING!

And any other Link that I missed, their just have the confusion of da highest orda.

As for Wild… he feels like he is on top of something… so he slowing looks down, face is totally painted the bright shade of red by the way, and below him is an unfortunate (chulu? I honestly don’t know, it’s the blue thing with the eyes) jelly. The jelly seems like it has seem better days, and it wants to be out of its memory. Luckily it’s wish is granted, Wild pulls out his sword and pops it instantly. Eventually everyone continues to go about their day, refusing to mention anything that happened… all but one person that is…

Sage: Y’all get mad at me for how I act, but HE gets a PASS!? …. F all of y’all, all of y’all can go suck a caterpillar di-

Then the Reader just pulls Sage away to give him a stern lectures on how to treat people, but he’ll never listen…

So yeah… I know I draw but I seriously need to start writing all my random ideas and put them on this app… I named myself “mrswritter” damnit!! I’ll work on this one day… but I hope you enjoyed this! Please take your time as you relax from the requests, you’ve feed us so well, now we shall pay the bill. This story was my payment, and as a tip, here’s an apple, a red one this time! 🍎

BRO THE MEAL YOU JUST FED ME I AM LICKING MY FINGERS

Legend is offended on your behalf. Like he is acting like a wounded mother who had someone swear in front of her kid. Hyrule is like, hand to the mouth, shocked.

Twilight is just defeated bc that was who he was mentoring and he doesn't know if he failed wild or Wild failed him. Sky doesn't know where the timeline went wrong.

Time is wondering if it's too late to go back and eradicate the timeline. Wars for sure is smirking because now he gets to hold this over Wild's head forever.

And Cal and Sage? They are by far the most insulted. Cal is downright disgusted since he's more duty bound than the other two, so he's a little more...sophisticated in a way. Sage is furious. He kisses you one time and they separate the two of you for two hours. But Wild can do this and just...get away with it?!

Fucking Double Standard. He is ranting and raving about this constantly. He even gets Cal on his side.

Reader has to prolly scold them both lmao.

I enjoyed it very much! Honestly, it was a struggle to start consistently writing for me lmao. I require no payment, but tidbits like this are always appreciated! Since you've switched it up, I shall too! 🍋 Have a lemon!

[dragonsdendoodles]

If you'd like to share, I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on the children trying to get Alma to rest! I love love love your latest post

Hello I am FINALLY going through and answering what I can without having to draw anything (I am aware I don’t have to draw things. I just have actual drawing requests and things that give me ideas and also I still owe y’all a Claire)

I don’t think Miss Peregrine would get sick often. If she were to get sick it would most likely be from stress. That being said, because of my own personal interpretation of her (*cough* she acts like my mom *cough cough*) I think she would get migraines. Like a LOT. Most of them are tolerable, but they’re all pretty bad and they’re all the kind that you can’t really treat with medicine, you’ve just gotta take Advil and take a nap and pray it works

When she does get a migraine like this she’s noticeably tired and a bit more irritable than usual, though being Miss Peregrine she’s very good at hiding it. The kids do eventually notice though and depending on how bad she looks and if or not they can be more stubborn than she is they’ll usually be like “at LEAST let us make dinner, we’ll go to bed early or we’ll be quiet so you can go to sleep” and she’s very appreciative of this, even if she almost never takes them up on it. She’s one of those parents who would not even attempt to take a day to relax because there is just Too Much To Do unless you like locked her in her room.

(Millard may or may not have tried the Mother Dust thing again at least once. It did not go well. Don’t drug people to get them to sleep, kids.)

[kakiastro]

Mercury Retrogrades: Let’s Discuss

I feel like there’s so much misconception with Mercury Rx. I need y’all to calm down and stop letting these transits freak y’all out!

Transits are felt as a collective but it impacts all of us individually differently! It’s like riding a bus. We’re all riding a bus we’re getting off on different locations. That’s how you treat any transit. Everyone has their own unique path, lessons and blessings in this lifetime.

What is a retrograde? Let’s start there…

Retrogrades is like re-looking at a contract or rewinding a scene from the movie to make sure you read and seen it clearly. It’s going back to the drawing board and making sure you’re not missing something. You may actually get a better idea or completely start fresh and it’s okay!!! Retrogrades shine light on what is and isn’t working anymore, so why are you all acting scared or worried? Listen, retrogrades can be a blessing if you know how to work with the energy not against it. Does this mean that things can’t be annoying or complicated? No, that’s life. But, I promise you’ll learn something from this. That’s how these transits work.

Mercury is the planet of planning and organization. It’s rules over our thought process and how we communicate these things. Mercury is our Health, mental and physical.

What if past people come back?

- If past people come back then this means that you have unfinished business or karma you need to clear out. Sometimes they come back because it could be a chance to start over and re-look at the situation and communicate. Another reason, it could be to see if you’re officially over and have learned that lesson associated with that person. It’s up to YOU if you want them back in your life. I’m going to be real, you may take back certain people in your life because you still have something left to learn.

Can I sign contracts or make big decisions?

Here’s the thing, if it’s not meant for you to do it then the Universe will block it one way or another! you have to start paying attention to the signs and listen to your intuition. If there’s doubt and you have been overthinking something, that’s a sign that you should probably leave something alone until you have clarity. You want to buy a car but nothing is going right, thats a sign love. Mercury Rx is asking you “Are you sure you want that car? Have you done a thorough research on it and see if its beneficial too you?” You want to try a new business endeavor but can’t find any resources, that’s a sign. You’re being asked to ”have you thought this endeavor out fully? Do you have a long term plan for it?” Now if you have full clarity on a situation and everything going smooth then that means you can go through with it because it was already planned out accordingly subconsciously or consciously.

Example: I bought my current cell phone during a Mercury Rx. I had been wanting a new phone for months but the timing wasn’t right but I knew I needed one. When Mercury Rx hit, my phone carrier told me that I qualified for the newest phone for no down payment. I took the opportunity and I’ve had this phone for 3 years and with only 1 issue(apple problem, not my phone) in this span.

Why is my life falling apart then?

-your life was probably already falling apart but you were too distracted by external things such as work, family or relationship(s) to noticed. Now it’s like someone has poured ice cold water in your face and you’re starting to see the dog shit in the corner, you’ve been smelling couldn’t spot it, SURPRISE! I’m tell you this, your life is falling apart or going through something so you can rebuild something builder. Is it fair? No, life isn’t always fair, earth isnt easy but just like the great Maya Angelou once said “you do the best you can. when you know better, you do better.”

Now this leads with this Mercury Rx being in Aries, we are looking at ourselves and reevaluating who we are. With the NN being here, we’re being pushed too. We have to if we want to grow. If you’re not reevaluating yourself then people closest to you are reflecting on what you need to heal. Libra which rules other people and Aries sister sign is also in effect. This eclipse was in a libra degree. Chiron is currently in Aries to remember? So take accountability for you past action, grieve and cry it out if you have too. But, also forgive yourself and others for your own mental (Mercury) peace. Some people will forgive you , others won’t, but the greatest thing we can all do is grow to be better for our future selves and the people we still have yet to meet! First we need too take accountability and heal.

See guys, life isn’t black and white, it’s very grey and it’s filled with nuance. These transits help us better ourselves and others in live timing.

I hope I didn’t come off preachy but I felt called to talk about this today because I wanted to you all to understand these transits in a newer more nuanced way. Can’t you all tell that this Rx is happening in my 10h😅

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Y’all, art requests are opened. (I’m just doing this for fun)

Note: Post might update every now and then

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Things you should know (list may update every now and then:

Be specific and go in a bit of detail if you have a request.

Any ships or platonic ships (no proships, dark ships) [more here]

I’ll do mild NSFW/suggestive art

If your request is late or not done. It’s either because I missed the notification, completely forgot about it, I have no idea how to continue it, I’m asleep (Timezones exist) or I’m busy or you didn’t read this list.

AUS are available…go crazy

I mainly do Transformers (Earthspark, TFP/TFRID and some SG) (Since I’m more familiar with them).

You can request other shows/games/…etc (Ex. Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Call Of Duty…)

No soft body

I can’t draw gore that well

I will not draw backgrounds

Example(s) (More will be added)

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22, 24, 25

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

canon is not always great at doing this either, but trauma and disability. i look at some of my faves — rita farr, josee, vegas theerapanyakul, ai di, hartley rathaway, teresa mendoza, rita west — and they’re fucking absolute messes, all defined by some brutal shit. their respective canons have handled this with varying degrees of sensitivity (you know exactly who i’m subtweeting) and i don’t participate in all of the fandoms for these pieces of media, but i turn into an absolutely wild beast when people gloss over that because it’s too much of a challenge to include. people who faced years of childhood abuse or who were suddenly confronted with an unexpected, uncontrollable loss of autonomy are going to struggle with those things. one of these characters got shot multiple times in the abdomen, for chrissakes. and people are like ‘idk i guess he can have a marathon fuck sesh it’s cool this won’t interfere with his life in any way’ like YES IT WILL YES IT IS FUCKING PERMANENT, DIANE. there are physical effects and limitations that never go away. there is an ongoing, volatile sense of loss that will body you over and over again for the rest of your life. i love josee for tapping into the anger of disability (you know how i feel about my best girl) but i also love characters whose canons force them to grapple with a reality thrust upon them at a point in their lives when they can draw a clear delineation between Me Before and Me Now, rather than those who have never known the grief of your bodily function being ripped from you unexpectedly. and that isn’t just disability. that’s betrayal and abuse and loss of security and stability and identity. and if you can’t actually deal with the whole of a character’s raw ugly misery and anger on top of the fun fluffy bits to read or write then MAYBE the messes are not your arena.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

ooooh i’m gonna get canceled for this one but i will block people who get into internet slapfights about gender and sexuality. i’m an old shithead so i find the trend of needing to affix 500 microlabels to every character exhausting, especially in canons where none of these people would have the remotest fucking idea what you’re banging on about. and further, i find it extremely off-putting when a male character expresses traits that aren’t in lockstep with stereotypical or toxic masculinity and immediately gets painted as trans. i see one of these essays where you spend 10k assigning things to a character that are really just you projecting your own identity onto your fave and onto the blocklist you go. some of y’all make me miss fucking kinnies.

i also cannot fucking abide ship wars, because i came from a fandom where people got so mad about a pairing taking up too much screen time they engineered a plot to ruin a real person’s career over it (that was wave one of the bullshit, but i digress). i have watched that shit happen for years and years and yeaaaars — usagi/mamoru and seiya/usagi fans used to throw temper tantrums at each other like they were getting paid to, way back in the day — and it has never gotten any less noxious. it has, in fact, just gotten fucking worse with the increasing curdling of twitter and stan culture. it was bad enough when it was just screaming at each other over which boring girl harry potter should bone but now people have let that shit spill into the real world. now it’s just a normal thing to try to affect someone’s careers, or discuss your rpf ships in front of the people involved. FUCKING BOUNDARIES. LEARN THEM. RESPECT THEM. what the fuck is wrong with you people. stop sharing your fics with them or tagging them in your art. and yes, that even goes for bryan fuller. just because he’s a freak who probably beat off to all the hannibal/will art you sent him doesn’t mean you should have sent it in the first place.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

since you’re my BTS buddy…i wish for a meteorite to strike everyone who identifies as an army because if i’m stupid enough to go into the tag, 99% of the posts are ‘hybe/bighit is out to sabotage (fave’s) career’ or ’this is why (ship) is the only truth and everyone else is a dirty sinner going to hell for wrongthink’ and holy shit TAKE A MIKE’S HARD LOOK AT YOURSELVES FOR FIVE MINUTES. if you are so deeply invested in the sex lives of some random korean guys that you are getting legitimately angry at other people on the internet about them not thinking your preferred boy is making the sign of the two-backed aardvark with your other preferred boy, log off. go the fuck outside. i’m not above cracking jokes but some of y’all are rolling out the murderboards and obsessively documenting every single moment their faves happen to be in the same area of the stage to explain why one of them moving their little finger an inch to the right means he’s gonna get his ass eaten after the show.

the career sabotage shit i don’t even know, understand, or care to know. i see it in the tag fucking constantly and it exhausts me. i need to not engage in baseless conspiracy theories. i’m not here for this. just like i’m not here to figure out who in the group is taking a ride on the humpatron 3000, i’m not here to go through a million posts on 50 social media sites every day combing every single word choice for evidence that my faves are one wrong step from being put to death by bighit management. i just want to enjoy myself for five goddamn minutes.

as a very casual new fan, my experience has been 1% gifs of people whose faces and talent i enjoy and 99% screeching harridan drama whose point entirely eludes me. i hate all of these people. i hope they fall into the ocean. maybe the fish will be a more receptive audience than i am.