#just silly doodles and sketches until then

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Oops! Got strawberry jam all over the campsite again

[averaillisa]

protecc

(bonus:)

[weirdnezzt]

i accidentally orderd a Mc.Frickin-Tired this morning

you know its bad when the art isnt arting as well lol

[nocturna1sea]

Greg! :]

[dismas-n-dismay]

Shoutout to me for almost being the first black person to mistakenly try and pet a skunk they thought was a cat, this is also how I learned that skunks in fact Do Not hibernate.

[i2rizz]

Pre-relationship! Isagi who thought he was being subtle about his crush.

Until he made a PowerPoint ranking all the times you smiled at him.

Slide 7 was “smile #3 at the vending machine—possibly meant for me”

He never showed it to you (thank God), but Reo found it.

You still don't know Isagi once wrote-

“Yoichi + Y/n = Tactical Pairing” in his planner with little hearts.

Pre-relationship! Kaiser who called you annoying every time you breathed near him.

But bought two of everything in the vending machine just in case you wanted one.

When you asked why he had an extra melon soda:

“Hah? I’m not giving it to you. But like. If you took it. Whatever”

Also: tackled a guy in dodgeball for hitting you once. “It was strategy”

He’s in love. Deep. Denial level: Olympic gold.

Pre-relationship! Barou who screamed at you to stop walking alone at night.

You: “Then walk with me?”

Barou: “I’M NOT YOUR DOG”

Proceeds to follow you the entire way like a furious Rottweiler.

Buys two protein bars, then shoves one in your bag. “Don’t be weak.”

You: “Aww, thank you.”

Barou: “It’s not for you. I dropped it.”

It was still sealed.

Pre-relationship! Sae who spotted you standing at the vending machine, trying to decide between two drinks, and silently sighed.

After a few moments of you struggling to pick, he just walked over, hit the button for both, and handed them to you without saying a word.

You stared at him, baffled. “You didn’t even ask—”

“Clearly, you were having trouble,” he muttered before walking off, leaving you clutching two drinks and wondering if he’d actually done something nice.

Pre-relationship! Rin who once saw you drop your pencil case in the hallway and, without thinking, lunged to grab it before you could even bend down.

You blinked in surprise as Rin awkwardly thrust it back into your hands, face red.

“Uh... I wasn’t trying to be helpful or anything,” he mumbled, a little too defensive.

“Yeah, I figured” you said, grinning as he walked away, clearly pretending he didn’t care.

You made a mental note to thank him later. Somehow, you knew he’d do it again.

Pre-relationship! Bachira Who noticed you sketching in the back of class, completely absorbed in your own world.

One day, he decided to sit next to you, not even trying to talk, just staring at your artwork with a grin on his face.

“You’re drawing again. Wanna show me?”

You hesitated but handed over your sketchbook.

To your surprise, he started adding random little doodles and silly comments.

“Yeah, but I think it needs more monsters. Maybe a dragon? Definitely a dragon”

[sourle]

Imagine shedletsky decide to keep on eye on reader from afar until he just sees them sketching anything next to the lake or talking to taph about their silly little interests and now he just thinks about it nonstop teehee

Admire

I wish I was heather

WARNINGS: Non.

Note: he found it.. interesting

Shedletsky just got back from a match, exhausted and tired. But before he could rest he had to discuss with Builderman about the previous match and deter about their teamworks.

Builderman seeing how tired Shedletsky is told him to return to his cabin, reassuring him that he can make the plan on his own.

Shedletsky just complied, albeit hesitantly. Walking out the cabin and onto the patchy dirt ground he paused, he glanced at the dock. Two silhouettes sitting next to each other.

He could instantly recognize the two by the shape of the silhouettes. [Name] distinguish(es) accessorie(s) stuck out within the shadow while Taph... Yeah he's the most recognizable.

He shrugged it off, not until he approached his cabin which was near the dock.

"Yeah! I do love to draw a couple things.. and animals... Though all I have in reference are from the book the Spectre gave us.. and from memories."

He quietly entered his cabin, yet he lingers near the door and window. Listening to [Name] talking about their interest.

A notorious exploiter who almost broke robloxia has a small interest in drawing? He finds it— interesting to say the least.

The match finally finished and he got brought back from the round, feeling his body screaming at him from the pain he walked out of the dining room into the living room of the main cabin. Plopping down onto the couch.

He let out a tired sigh, watching the fire crackles. Eating away at the woods, that somehow never ends.

He felt odd, like someone was supposed to be here. Usually. Then he remembered them.

Ah yes [Name], who would usually sit here alone waiting for Taph. But they were nowhere to be seen. Maybe at they're room or something.

He kept watching the fire, it reminded him of them. Watching the fire either from boredom or—

WHY IS HE THINKING OF THEM!?

Shedletsky grunted glancing down. At that moment he finally noticed the crayons and papers on the coffee table.

He looked back up and saw a small doodle on a single paper, he reached and picked it up.

It's him!.. it's him?

He raised a brow at a doodle of him, violet flowers surrounded him. He looks almost ethereal. There at the corner of the paper is a signature, [Name] signature.

He stares at it before folding it and pocketing it. Returning to watch the fire mocking him at his silly interest for them.

Note: Shedletsky, return their art back bro</3

[alllgator-blood]

Have the bishops ever seen snow? And if yes, do they like it? I do hear that winter will be coming for Cult of the Lamb... (and then all those lovely sweaters Shamura knitted will be even more useful 😁)

They have seen snow and remember it fondly, it's just been a long time since they got to enjoy it! I don't 100% know what the devs were intending with that one lore tablet, talking about how the "leaves change no more" because "yngya cannot be found" but I assumed killing that god kinda set everything to a default weather state kinda like late spring/early summer. So there's still rain, but it'll never get cold enough in the lands of the old faith for snow to fall...UNTIL WHATEVER THE DEVS HAVE PLANNED NEXT!! I am so excited my hyperfixation is finally something where new content gets added, I'm so used to obsessing over bs nobody cares about and will never be updated.

Also I have trouble keeping ask responses as silly sketches/doodles, so this turned into another minicomic. I like how they turn out a lot more when I put in the work to finish them, but I literally have 300+ asks and will die of old age before I put a dent in my askbox lmfao

[pinkravat-art]

Just finished disco elysium. Absolutely awesome, loved the writing and humour and art and themes and everything. I WILL play it until i've exhausted all the possible dialogue options. Anyway another silly detective duo added to my list of silly detective duos to fixate on! So here's some sketches of em

btw my friends doodled them as animals somewhere around the 3rd page😽

[petrifiedperi-au]

Been thinking about these two posts for a bit and I had to draw SOMETHING. I was originally gonna line it but I REALLY liked how the rainbows looked so I just decided to keep the sketch and color it in that way.

ONE DAY I'll do an actual fully colored/shaded/properly lined SOMETHING for this AU but until then it's just gonna be silly doodles... /hj

[AU info here!]

[evera-era]

my sweet girl.

ellie williams x afab!reader

warnings: friends to lovers, virgin reader, ellie has a praise + innocence kink, fingering, oral r!receiving, facesitting, fondling, lots of kissing, you talk her through it, fluff !!!!

a/n: kinktober week 2 is here! writing this had me feeling some typa way,, ellie would never admit it but she’s def a praise kink girly

Today was different. Not because you were doing anything out of the ordinary — because you weren’t. You were hanging out with your friend Ellie, as you usually did on the weekends.

But you noticed that you’d let your eyes linger on her for a bit too long. And she let her eyes linger on you, too. You wondered if she always did that; if you only noticed because you felt confident enough to stare a bit more today.

Truthfully, your crush on Ellie developed a while ago. You were almost sure that it was obvious, considering how easily you’d agree to her — on everything.

But Ellie didn’t seem to mind. Or maybe she just didn’t notice? Either way, she really liked your presence.

She made that apparent, albeit casual with it. Some days she showed up with a smile on her face and a movie tucked under her arm. Other times, she’d alter the schedule, sneakily pairing herself with you for patrols. If she noticed you at the pub, she’d greet you before handing you a freshly poured drink.

Ellie naturally gravitated to you. And you, her. Being around her just felt good. It was the sound of her voice that brought you back to the present.

“It’s nice out.” She murmurs, turning her head to the side to look at you. She was laying horizontally on your bed.

“Yeah,” You replied, leaning your head back against the headboard. “Should we go and do something?”

She presses her lips into a thin line, then shakes her head.

“Rather stay in here. With you.” She says calmly.

You smiled meekly. “Okay.”

You continued to doodle in her sketchbook. She let you borrow it sometimes, to practice your drawing. You’d tell her not to bother, that you’d never be nearly as good as she was. But she always insisted, and you accepted — at the least, she’d have something to remind her of you.

“Can I see?” She asks, noticing the way your sketch held your attention.

“It’s your sketchbook,” You joked, handing it to her.

She took it with gentle hands, holding it open so she could look at it properly. She flickered her eyes from the book to you. “This is good, Y/N.”

“I don’t know,” You sighed. “Just… a silly drawing.”

“Your drawings aren’t silly.” She responds. “I think it’s nice.”

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. She passes it back to you.

“Why don’t you tear it out when you’re done?” She says. “So you can put it up.”

“Here? In the room?” You say with furrowed brows. You didn’t realize it was kind of a dumb question until after.

Ellie nods. “C’mon, it’ll look nice. It is nice.”

You look down at her bashfully. “I feel like you’re lying.”

“Well… I’m not,” She states. “And if you don’t hang it up, then I will. At my place.”

Your eyes widen. You can feel your cheeks go warm as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“You… you serious?” You ask.

“Do I look like I’m not?”

You felt your face blush even more. But you muster up the courage to slowly meet her gaze. Her eyes are set on you, and they don’t look away.

“You always look serious,” You comment, shyly.

“Yeah… that part’s true.” She says, looking down at your lap. “Still tryin’ to work on that.”

“It’s okay. I mean… I don’t mind how you look.” You cleared your throat, looking out the window. “You’re pretty, Ellie.”

Ellie could feel her heartbeat grow in her chest. Her gaze softens as she glances at you. Then she shifts to put her hands behind her head.

“You’re prettier,” She adds, kicking her foot. “You’re always… like, gentle, and stuff.”

“You don’t know that,” You say, grinning. “Maybe I’m just that way around you.”

“Oh yeah?” She smirks. “Guess I’m pretty lucky, huh?”

You giggled. “Only so far.”

The room gets quiet again. You swore that during times like these, you could hear her breathing.

“Can I ask you something?” She says, interrupting the silence.

You nodded, closing the sketchbook.

“Have you ever, like…” She sighs. “Dated anyone? Or did stuff?”

Your heart skips a beat at her question. Ellie had never asked about this kind of subject before. And you’d never expect it from her — she wasn’t the type to openly delve into gossip.

You fiddled your thumbs at the thought. Ellie must be quite curious.

“Dated, yeah.” You murmured. “Doing stuff… not really.”

“Oh.” She mumbles. “Is it just, like, not your thing… or…”

“No,” You sigh. “Moreso the person. I think I wanted to like them, but I didn’t really like them. They weren’t… a good match for me.”

Ellie nods. Another minute goes by before she looks back up at you.

“So, then… what’s a good match for you?”

You brought your knees up to your chest.

“It’s a secret,” You whisper playfully.

“Secret?” She feigns shock. “I thought we were being honest here!”

You laughed.

Deep down, you were scared to confess your feelings to Ellie. You didn’t wanna ruin a good thing. But she’s always been soft when it comes to you, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Do you really wanna know?” You questioned after a minute, looking back over at her.

She raises her eyebrows. “I— I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or anything—“

“I’m not uncomfortable, Ellie,” You say. “Just… nervous, to like, say it.”

She watches you carefully. She swallows firmly, then folds her bottom lip beneath her teeth.

“Well… I wouldn’t… judge you, if you told me, you know.” She says quietly. “I might judge the person, but… not you.”

“That doesn’t really help, in this case.” You exhale shakily. Her eyes widen as she tries to figure out what you mean.

“Because… I like you,” You admit. “And… I think we would be a good match, Ellie.”

It’s quiet for a moment. A stray gust of wind blows through the window, causing the sheer curtains to sway gently. You maintained eye contact with the brunette, awaiting her answer.

“Did…” She clears her throat. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes.” You reply. “I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, now.”

When she looks at you, her expression isn’t hardened. She’s studying you, tenderly. You can almost see a sliver of hope in her eyes.

Her eyes flutter as she tries to form a coherent sentence. “Um—“

“But you—“ You look off to the side, fearful of rejection. “You don’t have to say anything, Els.”

“No, I—“ Ellie huffs. “I’ve had a crush on you, too, Y/N. Since the first time we talked.”

Your breathing becomes shallow. You look over at her again; her eyes haven’t left your face.

“R-Really?”

She nods carefully, lifting her finger to scratch the tip of her ear. “I just, I didn’t think you felt the same way about me.”

You laugh under your breath. “How could I not?”

Ellie wrinkles her lips, bashfully. “I’m… not very lovely. Kinda just… me, y’know.”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, so you were laying next to her in a similar position now. You rest your chin against your palm.

“I think you’re very lovely, Ellie.” You whisper. “And I like you a lot.”

She smiles, looking down at your lips. Her eyelashes flutter again. When her voice comes out, it’s like a whisper.

“Could… can I—“

“Yeah,” You cut her off, not even waiting to give her permission.

Ellie takes another moment to study your lips before propping herself up. At first she leaves her hands on the bed, but then she decides to cup the side of your face. She caresses your cheek with her thumb slowly — she wants to savor this moment — and listens to the sound of her heart beating.

She doesn’t want to close her eyes, but she thinks it’d be weird if she doesn’t, so she settles on doing so. Her nose brushes up against yours as her lips press gently against your own.

She kisses you like if she kisses any harder, you’d break. You can feel her holding her breath, trying to do it right. She pulls away after a few seconds.

“Was…” She exhales. “Was that okay?”

You nod, your lips spreading into a smile. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“I know, I know.” She looks down at your lips again. “Just… didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

“You can’t fuck up a kiss,” You reply. “Unless… wait, is this your first time?”

“No— shit, did it seem like it?” She asks with wide eyes.

“No, no.” You giggle. “But you’re so nervous, I—“

“‘Cause— you— you’re so fucking pretty,” She retorts, facepalming as she blushes. “It’s hard.”

You bite your lip, tucking a stray piece of her away from her face. “Then do it again.”

Her eyes light up. “Yeah?”

“As many times as you want,” You murmur. “Why not?”

Ellie could feel warmth swell in her chest. This is why she loved being around you. You never made her feel bad for being the way she is. And yet, you somehow gave her the encouragement that made her feel like she could do anything in the world.

She doesn’t talk this time. Merely takes a breath, then leans in. She kisses you slow, taking the time to actually feel your lips. They were soft and sweet, just like you. Ellie swears she could stay right here forever.

When she pulls away, she keeps her eyes closed as she steadies her breathing. “Better?”

“Yeah,” You reply. “Let’s do it some more.”

If you had opened your eyes, you would have seen the way Ellie looked at you before you grabbed her face. But you didn’t, and she’s thankful, because she’s frozen in place for the first few seconds.

You had your hands in her hair as you pulled her top lip between yours. The tiniest moan escapes from her throat as she tries her best to re-focus and kiss you back. After a moment, she pulls away by a centimeter, then turns her head to the other side.

The two of you kiss several more times before she draws back. You look at her with expectant eyes.

“I—“ She stutters. “I’ve gotta… if we keep going, I’m not gonna wanna stop.”

“So don’t,” You explain, leaning to kiss her again. She pulls away.

“No, I mean…” Her face flushes even more. “God, this is so fucking embarrassing.”

At first you’re confused, but when your eyes flash down, you realize what she meant. Her nipples are poking through her shirt. She has her hands pulling at her button-up, trying to cover them.

You gently grab her wrists.

“Hey, it’s okay—“

“It’s not,” She insists. “I�� I feel like a fuckin’ pervert. It’s only a fucking kiss, and I’m getting turned on—“

“Ellie—“

“I’m ruining it—“

“Ellie.” You say sternly, holding her hands still. “You’re not ruining anything, okay? It’s fine. If… if that’s what your body’s telling you, then…”

She watches you deliberately. “Then what?”

“Then… we could try it,” You whisper. “If you want.”

“Wh—“ She stutters. “But, what do you want? I don’t want you to feel like I’m going too fast—“

“I’m fine, Ellie. Promise.” You say. “I wanna try it, too.”

A damp spot began to form in Ellie’s underwear. She was so careful not to come on too strong, and here you were, practically begging her to take you all the way. She was shocked. Her head felt like it was spinning.

“You… you want me to be your first?”

You nodded.

“I— I don’t know if I can do that.” She blinks a few times before clarifying herself. “Not that I don’t want to — I really, really fucking want to — but I just, I don’t know if I’m gonna be good enough for you.”

“You’re already good enough for me,” You mumble, staring at her lips again.

“I mean it, Y/N, I—“ She sighs. “I don’t want your first time to be any less than perfect.”

“And it won’t be, as long as it’s with you.” You stroke her shoulder. “I… I want this, Ellie.”

She stares at you, still concerned.

“And even still, I’ll totally show you. I… I can tell you what feels good.”

After hearing you say that, Ellie swears her panties become a pool. She never thought about this before. She never thought about you telling her how to please you. Letting her know when she’s doing you right, and hitting the right spot. She can only imagine how pretty your voice would sound as she’s tongue deep in your cu—

“Ellie?” You say, bringing her out of her head. “If you changed your mind—“

“No, I—“ She places her hand on the back of your neck. “I’d never. I was just thinking.”

You smile. “Okay. Well, I’m right here, when you wanna start doing instead of thinking.”

She smirks to herself, nodding before removing her button up and tossing it on the floor. She’s wearing a black undershirt underneath, which fit tight around her upper arms. You resist the urge to whistle lowly.

“Lookin’ good, Els.”

She grins sheepishly. “I guess.”

Her hair droops down into her face as she slowly gets on top of you.

“Should’ve gotten a hair tie.”

“I’ll hold it for you,” You say, quickly moving your hands up to hold her hair back.

She leans down, grinning into your lips. “Thanks.”

She’s more confident when she kisses you this time. For the first few, it’s close-lipped, and then she feels the urge to explore. She swipes her tongue across your lower lip, and you copy her. She takes it as an invitation into your mouth, and she quickly begins toying with your tongue.

You vocalize a moan, which comes out awkwardly muffled. But Ellie didn’t care. She liked where this was going.

She uses her thumb to pull your mouth open even more. Her kissing becomes desperate, as if she needed you to breathe. You struggled to fully hold her hair as her movements became more passionate, but you tried anyway.

When she pulls away, a small string of spit connects the two of you. She emits a low groan at the sight.

“Fuck,” She whispers. “You’re so pretty like this.”

You look up at her with lustful eyes. “Can you take my clothes off?”

She stares at you before complying, gently pulling your shirt over your head. Her hands trail down the front of your body before hooking under your pant loop and pulling down. You decide to help her when it came to removing your panties.

When she’s done undressing you, she takes the time to fully look at the sight before her. Your bare body was glistening under the fading sunlight. She never thought she’d get the chance to see you under her, much less naked.

“You too,” You add, gesturing to her tank top. She nods before disrobing as well.

She looks down at your body. “Do you want—“

“Ellie,” You interrupt, reaching up to fondle her. Her breasts were perky, and her nipples a pale shade of pink. You eventually slide your hands down onto her hips. “You’ve been hiding all this beauty the whole time?”

She blushes again, speechless from your sudden compliment.

“God.” You whisper. “Ellie, you— your body… it’s stunning.”

Any previous train of thought is cleared from Ellie’s mind. She has no idea what to think or say, or even how to speak, for that matter. All she knows is that, if she’s not careful, she might cum from your words alone.

So she leans down instead, pressing her nose to your chest. She inhales your scent before tilting up and wrapping her lips around your breast. If she was honest, she didn’t want just your nipple — she wants to consume it all. Her other hand massages your other tit.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gently pulled on her scalp. The sensations she’s giving you made you gasp, thighs pressing together on their own.

She eventually switches over to the other side, and does the same thing. This time, she flits her green eyes up at you, carefully watching the faces you make. She drags her free hand down from the side of your breast to your waist, squeezing gently.

“Everything okay?” She whispers.

“Y-Yeah,” You whimper, looking down at her. “That felt really nice.”

She pulls away, leaning forward for one more kiss.

“Can I go down on you?” She asks quietly.

You hum in agreement, and she grins. She brings herself down til her face is just below your bellybutton.

“Smells so good,” She says, placing a small kiss on your pelvis. You prop yourself up against your elbows so you can get a better view looking down.

“I’m gonna lick it a bit,” She says softly. “Wanna know if it feels good.”

“Okay,” You grin.

The first stroke of her tongue is drawn out, almost painfully so. Your mouth watered. You craved the stimulation so bad, it was hard to remind yourself to be patient. But you knew Ellie had more experience than you, so it’s not worth rushing.

The licks after begin feeling much better against your skin. Ellie moaned a few times into your pussy, each noise making you gently rock yourself down against her mouth.

“Fuck—“

She pulls back, only by a centimeter. “Tastes like heaven.”

“Your tongue feels like heaven,” You reply. “It’s— it’s amazing—“

When she goes back in again, she begins to try different techniques. She creates a suction on your cunt while flicking her tongue against your clit. She also just kisses it, making out with it like she’d make out with you.

You told her you’d give her advice and yet, she didn’t need any. Everything she did just felt so fucking good.

“S’ good.” You drawl, rubbing your thigh against the side of her neck. “Want your tongue down there forever.”

Ellie’s own cunt throbs as she hears those words. She hums gently into your pussy, kissing it for a few more minutes before looking up at you.

“What else do you wanna try?”

You look around for a moment. “I— I was… well, I don’t know if you’d wanna.”

“Wanna what, baby?” She asks. “Tell me.”

“Could…” You sigh. “Could I sit on your face? You know what I mean, right? Not actually sit, but—“

She chuckles a bit. “Yeah, I know. But you could just sit on it, too.”

Ellie flips over so she’s on her back. You lean forward and crawl to where she is before scrunching your lips. “What if you couldn’t breathe?”

“Then I’d die happy,” She replies, giving two light taps on your ass. You take it as a signal to lower yourself down on her.

Something about having you on top of her flips a switch in Ellie. She begins absolutely devouring you like Thanksgiving dinner, arms caging you in so you can’t move away.

“Holy shit,” You grunt. Ellie continues to lap up your juices, licking and sucking them down.

You run your fingers through her sweaty hair. “Mm— fuck. That’s so good, Els. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

Ellie’s losing her mind at the praise. Her hand absentmindedly falls between her legs. She’s needy in the way she fingers her pussy, before getting an idea.

She reaches up and grabs your hand, then gently guides it towards her slick cunt. Unsure of what to do, you begin rubbing circles. It seems to work — Ellie’s breathing becomes heavier and heavier as she continues eating you out.

While Ellie sucks on your clit, you form a rhythm on hers. You try to stay consistent, but it’s hard to focus. You can feel a ball of pressure forming deep in your tummy.

“Ellie,” You groan out, using your other hand to stabilize yourself for support. “I— I think you might make me cum.”

Unconsciously, you grind down on Ellie’s tongue. Your hand remains on her clit as she reaches down and begins pumping her fingers in and out of her hole.

“Cum for me, baby.” She mumbles against your cunt. “Wanna taste it.”

“Yeah?” You whine.

You weren’t sure what made you say your next words, or where it even came from, but it comes out while you’re riding her face.

“Gonna— gonna be a good girl ‘nd make me cum?”

“Fuck, yes,” She grunts, palm tightening around your ass.

Hearing you talk like that instantly makes her a thousand times wetter. She begins sucking on your clit more ferociously as you move your hand to push your hair out of your face.

“So good— you’re makin’ me feel so good, Ellie.” You mewl, feeding her reaction to your words. “This pussy’s all for you. Nobody else.”

A guttural moan comes out from Ellie. You weren’t sure if the compliments were too much, or if she could breathe properly, but you noticed the way she was fingering herself became stronger and more sloppy.

She pulled you down into her mouth, eyes rolled back into her head while she continued to absolutely abuse your pussy with her tongue.

“Oh— J-Just like that,” You stutter. “Fuck— please— just like that, just like that—“

When you erupt on her tongue, you feel unsteady. Your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as your face scrunches up in pleasure. But Ellie keeps a firm hold on you, relishing in the way you tremble under her touch. She gets off soon after, tightening and pulsing around her own two fingers.

She gets in a few more kisses with your pussy before speaking. “Shit, baby.”

You giggle, letting out a deep breath. “That was… really hot.”

“You’re really hot,” She says, looking up at you and planting one last kiss on your clit. You blush.

“Didn’t know what I was missing out on.” You murmur, climbing off of her. “I… I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner.”

Ellie thinks for a moment before sitting up. She smiles. “I’m really glad you didn’t.”

“Me, too.” You reply.

You lean in once more, placing another kiss on her lips before turning her cheek and kissing her, there, too. Ellie grabs your hand and presses her lips to the back of it.

“My sweet girl.” She whispers. “I’m so glad I could make you mine.”

[hasnomoxxie]

VALENTINES DAY!!!! i have a TON of sketches and doodles and sillies and peepees and poopoos BUT IMMA DRIP FEED THEM

also some of my headcanons

I AM 100% FULLY A GAYLOIS FAN ILY GAY GAULS ITS FOREVER CANON TO ME IDC IDC I LOVE THEM AUGH AAUUAUCNANCNKAC OK THIS ONE, HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTTTTT

FULLICACOFOGENIX (until i can think of a shorter name for it)

come on, cacofonix is gay, he litterally looks like that-- Tho I do like fulliautogenix more I feel cacofonix joining would be certified silly cool

I PERSONALLY HEADCANON AROMANTIC KING GETAFIX- though he can be, uhm, 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (looking at that one scene in mission cleo), I think he's aromantic. As for my favourite hetties i LOVE VITALSTAPEDIA ITHINK THEY CAN BE CUTE, I HAVE AN UNFINISHED SKETCH OF THEM FROM A FEW DAYS AGO

I'll clean it up and finish it soon. I'm way too hooked on the idea of the braids used to convey relationships, same with Obelix. IDK I THINK THE IDEA OF THEM HAVING A TENDER MOMENT WHERE THEY'RE GETTING THEIR HAIR BRAIDED IS SO CUTE. Apparently celts had a lot of different reasons why they'd get their hair braded but i think this is cute, rewriting history shhhh noone will notice IVE BEEN INSANE ABOUT THE GAULS I LOVE THEM, I'd show my sketchbook but I'm terrible at taking photos so imagine it (I'll go over a few pages digitally soon)

MY PALS ALREADY KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM LOOK, LOOK AT THEM GO! WATCH THEM MOVE! THEYRE JUST THEM!???

I LOVE THEM AIGH ASTERIX SERIES MY BELOVED Genuinely my fav past time is just googling them and scrolling the images for hours THE SERIES IS SO COOOL IM STILL WORKING THROUGH THE COMICS TOO, IM GONNA BUY SOME MORE TOMORROW, I think I have a solid collection rn-- I'll list the ones I've got soon I LOVE YOU ASTERIX, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY

dude LOOK AT THEM??

THE LITERAL CHARACTERS EVER I CANNOT STATE THIS ENOUGH

[grriib]

may i ask about your art process?

Of course!! Although I’m not the best when it comes to documenting the process of my personal work, I can try explaining it. I also included my process for my linocuts, in case anyone was wondering.

My digital illustrations usually start with mindless doodles, unless I want to draw something very specific. I don’t worry about doodles looking perfect or the anatomy being on point, I just draw whatever I want and whatever comes to my mind at that point. I feel that with such an attitude while drawing you can accidentally come up with something interesting and just have fun.

I also don’t know if it is a bad habit or not but I usually doodle on one canvas for weeks and if I turn on all of the layers, my canvases tend to look something like this

(while preparing this ask I actually found so many unfinished doodles which I now want to finish…)

For example, my latest kanaya illustration started from this doodle. I didn’t have any particular idea for it in mind and I just wanted to experiment with it. When working on it, I just decided to go for something simple, perhaps with negative space composition and a colour accent. And after deciding what I wanted to do with the doodle it’s just drawing until I like how it looks and think it’s finished.

I, unfortunately, don’t have that many process photos as I feel like my process is quite basic, similar to traditional illustration process+I like to draw on one layer or merge all layers together, but I have this picture I took for my friend while drawing. I was trying to figure out how to position the hand.

With my linocuts, the process is a bit more straightforward with not so much experimentation involved. I start with an idea in mind, for example, for my latest linocut I really wanted to do something with erisol, possibly something small in terms of size, A6 or A5, and with two colours. I then begin working on the sketch, usually I make a digital sketch but for this one I first made a traditional sketch and then refined it digitally.

I then print my digital sketch, transfer it onto the lino block, carve and print! 

Aaand that’s it. Hope you enjoyed!! As a bonus, have this yellow pikmin doodle I found in one of my canvases. I think it’s very silly.

[bryan-writes]

Keepsakes of a hidden heart mammon x reader

Summary: you find a keepsake box hidden under Mammons bed, you find out it’s filled with things that remind him of you <3

Super fluffy, soft mammon, established relationship

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the beautiful dividers :)

Under the gentle flicker of the low-lit room, you found yourself rifling through a small, unassuming box you’d discovered half-hidden under Mammon’s bed. It looked like it had been haphazardly shoved there, but with enough care to keep it safe from the curious eyes of any of his brothers. Immediately interested, you’d pulled it out— completely forgetting about finding your favorite hoodie (of his).

In a house filled with demons and secrets, finding something so personal felt… special. You knew mammon wasn’t one for big gestures, at least not the planned kind. But the box was a testament to something raw and real, with its unpolished appearance and lovingly held keepsakes.

The first item you pulled from the contents was a wrinkled movie ticket. You remembered that night so vividly, the way Mammon had tried to play it cool as he offered to take you out to a movie “just cause he was bored.” But you knew the truth; he’d been fidgeting, sneaking glances, trying to hide the spark in his eyes. It was an action movie— explosions and over-the-top stunts. But halfway through, Mammon’s hand had found yours, fingers fumbling a bit as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. He hadn’t let go until the credits rolled, and was even reluctant to let you go then. Now, as you gently held the ticket in your hands, you realized he had kept it as proof of that little victory, a reminder of the night he dared to hold your hand in the dim light of the theater.

Then there was a small, doodled note with a ridiculous caricature of Lucifer wearing glasses that Mammon had drawn in one of your many free moments in class. It was simple, silly even, but it had been you who had egged him on, whispering ideas as you both laughed quietly in the back of the lecture hall. You hadn’t noticed at the time, but Mammon must have held onto that scrap of notebook paper, like a private joke meant only for the two of you— a memory, immortalized by a poorly sketched Lucifer with eyebrows furrowed and glasses crooked.

”Hey, Y/N!” Mammon’s voice snapped you back to reality, a hint of panic coloring his tone.

Your gaze shot up to see him standing at the door, eyes wide, his cheeks flushed with a shade too bright for his usual demeanor. “What’re ya doin’ with that?” His usual bluster was there, but it sounded thin, like it was more for show than anything else.

You bit your lip, smiling softly. “I… I found this. It’s really cute, Mammon.”

Mammon fumbled, trying to snatch the box back, but you held onto it gently, pulling out a small bracelet made of cheap, colorful beads. It was slightly frayed, as if it had been through a few too many close calls. You remembered it well— Mammon had won it for you at a fair, some human world event he’d dragged you to, insisting he’d win the biggest prize. Instead, he’s managed a small, kitschy beaded bracelet, but the moment he clasped it around your wrist, he’d looked so proud.

“Why… Why do you keep these things?” You asked softly, curiosity and affection mingling in your gaze as you looked at him.

Mammon’s gaze flickered, unsure, like he was debating how much of himself he could afford to let you see. He scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but you. “I dunno,” he muttered, voice a bit rougher than usual. “S’just… they mean somethin’, ya know?”

When he finally met your gaze, there was a softness there, a vulnerability you had only ever seen in fleeting moments. He took the bracelet from your hand, rolling the beads gently between his fingers as if recalling the way your eyes had shone under the lights of the fair.

He swallowed, fingers brushing against a crumpled piece of a napkin. “This… this one from the night ya made me laugh so hard, soda came outta my nose.” A small laugh escaped his lips. “I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment, but… ya made it feel like a good memory. I… guess I wanted ta keep that.”

With every object he touched, another story unfolded. The wrinkled petal of a flower you had tucked into his hair during a spontaneous picnic. A tiny, faded polaroid picture of you two at an arcade, Mammon’s arm slung over your shoulder and you half hidden in the crook of his neck, his grin stretched wide and utterly carefree.

It was like listening to the chapter of a love story that Mammon had never found the courage to tell. In the quiet of his room, among all the bits and pieces of your shared memories, it was as though he was giving you a glimpse into his heart, wholly unguarded.

When he reached into the bottom of the box, he pulled out a little golden trinket— a small, old-fashioned key, polished and well-worn. He looked at it for a moment, a wistful smile gracing his lips.

“This… this one’s kinda stupid,” he murmured, holding it up to the dim light. “Got it ages ago. When I was a kid, I used to think it opened a door to somethin’ special. Kept it with me, hopin’ it’d mean somethin’ someday.” He hesitated, his voice lowering. “But I guess… I didn’t really find out what it opened ‘til I met ya.”

Mammon’s words hung in the air, weighty and soft. You felt your heart swell, warmth pooling in your chest as you met his eyes. He looked almost nervous, waiting for some kind of reaction, as if he were baring a piece of himself he’d never meant to show.

You smiled, reaching out to clasp his hand around the small key. “Maybe it opens the door to memories, too,” you whispered. “To all these little treasures you’ve collected along the way.”

Mammon blinked, his blush deepening as he realized how closely you held that moment between the two of you. “Ya… you’re weird, ya know that?” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. But his voice was softer now, and his hand stayed in yours a bit longer than necessary.

You sat in comfortable silence, Mammon’s hand warm against your own, fingers entwined with a gentlest that only he could muster, a soft and unexpected contrast to his usual bravado.

In that quiet moment, you understood. Love was something Mammon held onto in quiet ways— through secret boxes of treasure, hidden smiles, and worn-out trinkets that only mattered because they were tied to a memory of you.

And as he settled beside you, both pouring over every silly, precious item in his “treasure chest,” you knew that you would never really see those little memories the same again. They meant so much more to you now.

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐂'𝐒

Headcanons about my 2nd wife because she’s under appreciated in the writing community😔

She’s a professional spoiler—gives you all types of jewelry, clothes, even as small as simple notes; it’s her love language

As you slowly woke up from sleep, turning to the nightstand, there was an envelope. A smile plastered across your face, you were quick to open it, knowing it was from her. It was written in her beautiful handwriting, small doodles in each corner.

I love waking up next to you every morning, it’s a beautiful sight to see when I open my eyes.

A sketch of you laid at the bottom of the paper; your every feature highlighted by her skilled hands.

Although she has a neutral and put-together attitude in public, once she’s alone with you, she’s allows herself to be vulnerable.

Makes a lot of sketches of you, when you’re sleep, concentrated, eating, basically doing anything.

She gets a bit silly sometimes, whether it’s making faces or gestures unconsciously.

“And uh—em…” she moved her hands around in circles as she struggled to explain something. You slightly furrowed your eyebrows, a small smile on your face, “What are you doing?” Her eyes averted from your face to her hands, feeling embarrassed.

Absolutely an art nerd; she will talk about every single painting she’s ever admired and explain microscopic details

Has had frequent nightmares since being trapped in the oculorum. Moments before, she’d watched her only friend die, destroyed in a matter of seconds at the hands of the Black Rose. She was kept there for months, fearing for her life, being deceived left and right. Her own brother, she truly thought he was alive…it was all a lie.

She sat up straight, chest heaving as she tried to collect her thoughts. Kino, Elora. She felt suffocated, as if oxygen was being stolen from her lungs. A hand found it’s way to her back and she flinched until she heard your face, “Mel, it’s just me.” She turned and looked at your face, full of concern and sympathy. There wasn’t a verbal response but she clung to your body, silently hoping that this wasn’t a hallucination.

It wasn’t until she felt you squeeze her body twice that she was fully relieved. You have this act of reassurance where you squeeze her twice so she knows that what she’s experiencing is real.

Often gets up really early to watch the sun rise. It’s so unreal how all the colors blend together in the sky and created this gorgeous image.

Has like the best diet ever, of course

Tells you stories of her childhood in Noxus, what her mother was like, why she got exiled.

Her hands are always cold for no particular reason

You jumped when you felt a freezing sensation trace your back. She pulled her hand back, “It’s just my hand,” she smiled. “Why are your hands always ice-cold?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, she gave a small shrug in response. You took her hands in yours to warm them up a little, “I appreciate this,” she said softly as her eyes met yours.

Is usually the big spoon but won’t mind being a little spoon. She loves having your arms wrapped around her.

If you give her an attitude, she will somehow eliminate it without even saying anything.

You gave a huff, “It’s not like you’d know anything about it.” The words came with an eye roll, you’ve been like this since the morning and she was getting pretty tired. She’d ignored it, assuming you’d figure it out on your own but clearly you didn’t. She raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowed, and she saw the moment where you realized. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled out apologetically. “Apology accepted, but don’t make it a habit,” she uncrossed her arms and held your hand.

[geneviveleocardius]

ellie williams romantic headcanons

wlw, my wifey

ellie’s sense of humor is her way of flirting, and she can’t resist poking fun at you. whether it’s mocking the way you hum while doing chores or exaggerating your quirks, she lives for your reactions.

if you get embarrassed easily, ellie will lean into it, loving how your cheeks turn red when she teases you in public.

she never lets it go too far—one look at your pout, and she’s backtracking with a cheeky grin and a quiet “hey, you know i’m just messing, right?”

the best conversations with ellie happen at night, under dim lights or the stars. her guard comes down, and you see a softer, more thoughtful side of her.

she’s not great at expressing herself, but when it matters, she’ll stumble her way through a heartfelt confession. “i know i’m not good at this stuff, but… you mean a lot to me, okay? don’t laugh.”

these quiet moments always leave her vulnerable but make you feel even closer to her.

ellie loves making things for you. she’ll carve a tiny figure from wood or doodle little sketches of you in her notebook when you’re not looking.

she pretends it’s no big deal when she gives you something, tossing it to you with a casual “thought you might like this.” but the red on her ears gives her away.

once, she made you a bracelet from scraps she scavenged, and when you wore it everywhere, she couldn’t stop smiling.

ellie loves serenading you, even if she doesn’t have the best singing voice. she’s always practicing a new song just so she can impress you.

sometimes, she’ll improvise silly songs to make you laugh, like narrating your day through her guitar playing.

if you’re feeling down, she’ll sit beside you with her guitar and softly play until you feel better. she won’t ask what’s wrong, but her music says enough.

ellie has a hard time trusting others, so her protective side comes out a lot. she always keeps an eye out for danger, even in peaceful moments.

if anyone messes with you, ellie won’t hesitate to step in, no matter how reckless it might seem. she doesn’t let people get away with hurting the person she loves.

after the danger passes, she’ll check on you, her hands trembling slightly as she cups your face. “you okay? i’m not letting anything happen to you. not ever.”

ellie isn’t super touchy in public, but in private, she melts into you. she’ll lay her head on your lap or drape an arm around you while you talk.

she loves it when you play with her hair, though she’ll never admit it. she gets this relaxed, dreamy look whenever your fingers tangle through her messy locks.

her love language is quiet moments, like leaning against you while reading or tracing patterns on your hand when you’re sitting close.

ellie is the type to leave little surprises for you, like slipping a wildflower she picked into your pocket or writing you tiny notes that say things like, “don’t forget i love you.”

she always notices when you’re stressed or upset and goes out of her way to cheer you up, even if it’s just cracking terrible jokes or bringing you your favorite snack.

she has this unspoken way of making you feel cared for, always watching out for your comfort without saying much.

ellie struggles with vulnerability, but being with you teaches her how to let someone in. every time she opens up, it’s a big step for her.

she’s terrified of losing you, so she treasures every moment you spend together. when she thinks about her life before you, she realizes how much happier she’s become with you in it.

sometimes, when she thinks you’re asleep, she’ll whisper, “i love you,” testing the words like they’re brand new. hearing you say it back is her favorite thing in the world.

ellie’s kisses are unhurried, soft, and full of feeling. she’ll hold your face in her hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks as her lips move against yours, like she’s trying to memorize the moment.

she loves pressing quick kisses to your temple or the corner of your mouth when you’re talking, catching you off guard just to see you smile.

when she’s feeling playful, she’ll pepper kisses all over your face, laughing as you squirm, only to end it with a deep, lingering kiss that leaves you breathless.

while ellie might seem reserved in public, the truth is she can’t keep her hands off you. she’s always reaching for you, whether it’s holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, or resting her chin on your shoulder.

she loves cuddling and will shamelessly pull you into her lap just to feel close to you. “what? you’re comfy,” she’ll mumble, though the blush on her face gives away how much she enjoys it.

her favorite thing is tangling her legs with yours when you’re lying in bed. it’s her way of grounding herself and feeling safe with you.

ellie is obsessed with your hands. she loves the way they move, whether you’re brushing her hair out of her face or fiddling with something. she’ll hold your hands just to feel the warmth of your skin, occasionally tracing the lines on your palms.

your smile is another weakness for her. she’ll do anything to make you laugh or grin, even if it means embarrassing herself. “there it is,” she’ll say with a smirk when you finally crack.

she’s secretly infatuated with your neck—kissing, nuzzling, or resting her head there is her ultimate comfort zone. she loves the way you shiver when her lips graze the skin.

physical touch is ellie’s dominant love language. every brush of your hand or casual lean against her reminds her she’s loved and not alone.

she also expresses her love through acts of service, often in subtle ways. whether it’s fixing something you didn’t notice was broken or saving you the best parts of her scavenged meals, she shows she’s always thinking of you.

words of affirmation don’t come easy to her, but when she speaks, her words carry weight. a simple “you’re amazing, you know that?” from ellie feels like poetry.

for ellie, loving a woman feels natural, like breathing. she never questioned it; it’s just who she is. but being with you taught her how deeply love could run.

she feels a quiet pride in the way you move through the world, finding beauty in your strength and softness. she’s often in awe of you, though she’d never admit how much she admires you outright.

in a world that’s unkind to love like yours, she’s fiercely protective of what you share. every stolen moment and shared smile reminds her why it’s worth fighting for.

loving you feels like the safest thing ellie’s ever known. she never thought she’d find someone who made her feel at peace, but you’re her anchor in a chaotic world.

she’s constantly in awe of how you look at her, as though you see past her scars and mistakes. it makes her want to be better, even if she doesn’t always believe she deserves you.

sometimes, she’ll catch herself staring at you with a soft smile, and when you ask her what’s on her mind, she’ll shrug and say, “just thinking how lucky i am.”

owww my baby