#oc: fuzzy pen

[bees-art-n-stuff-archived]

Breaking news: Bee makes a character whos an awful person

[i-can-not-art]

Sketch page I did instead of studying

[strymes49]

a little chiro doodle for @bakertoons why? because i love her

[sailor-tri]

Rookie days

[reikaniichan]

extra old oc - kat fuzzi who is a fuzzy cat. i don’t think i have any of her old art since it was mainly on a really old laptop.. there are small things that look off to me etc but i also haven’t drawn her in a really long time (falls over)

[zek-is-alive]

My cousin gave me permission to draw their OC in my style. Their characters are so cute, I can't help it. This is a small series I did Vol 2. Their main social https://twitter.com/EztliIsPain

[outoftheseine]

-AZRIEL “THE SHADOWSINGER” FIC RECS-

i am so obsessed with him it is not even funny | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

the trials of aphrodite • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @milswrites (unrequited love, so much pining)

unrequited love | part two • azriel x reader

↳ by @lyssasdrafts (angst)

a field of dandelions • azriel x witch!reader

↳ by @prythianpages (made my heart warm, some angst, smut)

bloodied bonds | sinner’s sacrifice • azriel x rhysand’s sister!reader

↳ by @ellievickstar (hanahaki au, angst)

if it all fell • azriel x reader

↳ by @pellucid-constellations (angst, comfort, i feel for azriel :()

the silent one | 2 | 3 | 4 | azriel x fem!oc

↳ by @feyreswaterybowels (found family, slowburn, angst, fluff, comfort, mute!oc, tw: past sa)

lonesome | part 2 • azriel x reader

↳ by @assassinsblade (angst)

ocean eyes • azriel x reader

↳ by @redheadspark (very fluffy, angsty at times, smut, dad!azriel)

crush • azriel x reader

↳ by @writingcroissant (so so fluffy, smut)

i laugh like me again… she laughs like you | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 • azriel x reader

↳ by @azrielbrainrot (very angsty, grief, violence, torture)

was any of it true? | full throttle | alt. ending • badboy!azriel x goodgirl!reader

↳ by @flickering-chandelier (modern au, angst, happy ending, smut)

pushed to the edge • azriel x seer!reader

↳ by @stormhearty (oh boy hurt me so good)

baker!reader x azriel

↳ by @imaginesmai (so fluffyyy)

and so, the stars aligned | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 • azriel x archeron!reader

↳ by @offthepages

finding home • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @parkerslatte

sweet like sugar • azriel x reader

↳ by @writingsbychlo (fluff, angst, smut)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

tiny shadows • azriel x reader

↳ by @xmalfoyweasleyx (fluff)

his shadows know • azriel x reader

↳ by @daycourtofficial (fluff)

he feels safe with you • azriel x reader

↳ by @florencemtrash (warm, fuzzy fluff)

the quiet between • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @thewulf (mean!az, angst, fluff)

you drew stars around my scars • azriel x reader

↳ by @flickering-chandelier (fluff, slight angst)

arcane • azriel x death god!reader

↳ by @serpentandlily (fluff, tw: alludes to sa)

butterfly kisses • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @itsswritten (fluff, suggestive)

threads of hazel • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @itsswritten (oh beautiful angst)

laborious activities • azriel x reader

↳ by @writingcroissant (fluff and labour things)

marriage-life • azriel x reader

↳ by @delulustateofmind (sooo fluffy)

baby blanket • azriel x reader

↳ by @sapphicmsmarvel (fluff)

implode • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @daydreaming-nerd (really angsty)

blinded • azriel x reader

↳ by @lady-of-tearshed (oh so angsty, unrequited love)

scartlet-tipped secrets; peonies, for you • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @angelshadowsinger (hanahaki au, unrequited love, angst)

totally annoying and not funny at all • azriel x reader

↳ by @sillymercury (fluff, little angst, literally idiots in love)

never yours • azriel x reader (lucien x reader)

↳ by @really-fanny-longbottom (angst, stupid azriel tbh, fluff)

let me keep you company • azriel x reader

↳ by @utterlyazriel (so so fluffy)

you found me • azriel x reader

↳ by @pit-and-the-pen (angst, blood, comfort)

pretty little shadowsinger • azriel x reader

↳ by @illyrianbitch (fluff)

happy ending • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @milswrites (fluff and a little angst)

pancake • azriel x reader

↳ by @acotarxreader (fluff, comfort, tw: panic attack)

domestic bliss • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @bat-boys (very fluffy, slightly suggestive)

and yesterday you were here with me • azriel x reader

↳ by @dawneternal (angst, comfort, tw: miscarriage)

(what if?) all i need is you • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @empiresofstorm (whipped azriel, comfort, fluff)

baby mine • azriel x reader

↳ by @thisblogisaboutabook (angst, comfort, fluff, tws: sa and trauma)

calypso • azriel x reader

↳ by @solbaby7 (fav kind of female rage, mentions of blood)

the girl who cheated death • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @utterlyotterlyx (fluff)

the tormented & the unforgiven • azriel x reader

↳ by @lucysstoryworld (very angsty, graphic torture)

tattoos older than you • azriel x archeron!reader

↳ by @surielstea (age-gap, suggestive)

“you were flirting with me?” • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @thehighladywrites (suggestive, fluff, humour)

[msbigredmachine]

Sugar & The Chief - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

Reader is a best-selling erotic author reflecting on the success of her newest novel, which is based on her secret affair with the man who became her muse.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: A LOT of smut

Word count: 5.7k 

A/N: I started this goddamn fic in late 2021! 😭 I'm so glad it's finally out. This one is a little different and I hope you enjoy!

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It took you approximately three years to finish it. At first, you didn't want to, because through the smoke of mirrors of the raunchy literature was hands down the most personal piece you’ve ever done. But your team insisted that you go through with it. Your publicist Sheree told you it was one of the best works she’s ever read. On top of that, the dividends from your last book were starting to dry up, so you didn’t have that much of a choice.

You finally relented, and soon after it was published, the novel exploded. Your rabid readers had been waiting impatiently for your next offering and they gobbled it up. Your face and the novel were all over social media, TV, magazines and even on the huge Times Square billboard just down the road from your multi-million dollar penthouse in the Upper East Side. It wasn’t long before you were doing interviews and signing autographs in bookstores, malls and libraries all around the country. You were scheduled to be in London, Paris and Madrid next month promoting the book. It was a comeback for the ages.

And you had him to thank for that.

Sugar & the Chief was an erotic tale about an intense love affair that ended in disaster. Critics viewed it as Fifty Shades of Grey with better writing and much better sex and found the protagonist, Erica, relatable and three-dimensional. Erica was an ambitious albeit mentally unstable escort in an illicit relationship with Roman, a married Hollywood superstar she codenamed ‘the Chief’. This wasn’t your bland Mills & Boon romance tale...This was so smutty and so nasty you couldn’t read the first few paragraphs without wanting to masturbate thanks to Roman and Erica’s graphic sexual antics. It was so detailed that some theorists believed the Chief was based on a real person. When asked about who ‘Roman’ was, you played him off as a completely fictional character. No one needed to know the true identity of your muse. But you were one hundred percent sure that if he read this book, he would know it was about him. After all, you had incorporated some real-life dialogue between you in the novel. Without a doubt, he would know. You wondered, not for the first time, what his thoughts were if he had indeed read it.

Your fans did not hesitate to relay their own thoughts. Tonight, you were busy reading quite a number of them. Sheree had collated readers’ reviews, emails and feedback and sent them to you for your entertainment. Each one had you smiling from ear to ear. Women from all walks of life gushed about Erica and Roman. Housewives, attorneys, college students, septuagenarians, book club members; all of them had something to say and you felt all warm and fuzzy inside to know you still had it, that the magic hadn’t left your pen yet. Of course, they all wanted to know who the Chief was. They were so impressed with how he fucked you, dominated you and yet doted on you…They all wanted a man like him.

They all love you so much, Leati…just like I loved you…love you…

Closing your MacBook, you stood up from your desk with a smile. You stared out the ceiling-to-floor window and kept sipping from your Olivia Pope-sized glass of red wine, sinking deeper into your thoughts. 

Truth be told, you should have known better than to fall in love with Joe Anoa’i. Your first meeting all those years ago on a week-long vacation should have ended on the island between the soft rumpled sheets of his bed. What happened in Hawaii should have stayed in Hawaii. But then, you couldn’t stop gravitating to him and he couldn’t stop gravitating to you. You went running whenever he called and he came running whenever you called. It was wild, passionate, addicting, exciting…too good to last, really. And it wasn’t long before the fantasy came crumbling down. 

So many factors came into play. The demands of his job as the face of WWE. The meteoric level of his fame. And then, his discovery of your coke habit, your discovery of his wife Nicole and his three children, your increasing jealousy, his decreasing interest in you. After five tempestuous years, your relationship came to a bitter end, and the difficult healing process put an end to the writer’s block you’d been suffering from for a while. 

You missed him deeply, and wished the dull ache in your heart would go away. As morally questionable as it had all been, what you experienced with him needed to happen to every woman at least once in her lifetime - indulging in forbidden fruit and all the delicious things that came with it; the danger, the thrill of secrecy, the earth-shattering sex, the emotions of love, lust, possession, and of course, the inevitable pain and heartbreak…

You captured all of that in Sugar.

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Chapter 22

Erica pushed the button, shuddering out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The elevator doors clunked closed and the cables began to whir. She ascended, floor by floor. Light goosebumps littered over her arms as she was filled with a morbid mix of dread and anticipation.

Their big fight from three weeks ago kept playing over and over in her head like some kind of evil loop. He didn't want to leave Gaelle for her and she'd taken her frustrations out on him. However, after what she'd just discovered, he was going to have to change his mind. Because of him, she had broken the ultimate rule in this treacherous line of work. This little game between them has been turned on its head, and tonight was the last time she would play by his rules.

The door opened before she knocked, and she felt her pussy purr involuntarily as they locked eyes. That big, sexy ass body of his leaned against the doorframe, his huge arms crossed over his equally huge chest. His dampened long hair flowed past his shoulders, and he smelled fresh, like he'd just had a shower. It didn't matter how long they'd been apart for; he always took her breath away every time she saw him.

"Well? You gon' stand there or you comin' in?" he sassed, that smooth country-boy drawl of his making her body temperature rise. Shaking it off, she walked through the door, right past him and into the open layout of his new, lavish penthouse, the night lights illuminating her brown skin through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

"Nice place," she commented, looking around with mild interest. He had found another hideaway where he could fuck around behind his wife's back. It didn't matter, because Gaelle was never going to leave him no matter what he did and he knew it. She could feel him trailing behind her, his bare feet moving catlike and silent on the cool hardwood floor. He had a prescence like no other, that was why he was the biggest movie star in the world today. And you so happened to be the mistress of the biggest movie star in the world today.

"Champagne?" he offered.

"No, I'm fine," she answered, her crossed arms pushing up her already generous cleavage. Roman's gaze longingly raked over the A-line trench coat concealing her curves, traveling down to the sinful looking high heels adorning her feet. Her hair fell in luscious, tempting waves down her shoulders. A deliberate move, surely, as she knew he loved her hairstyles down. His dick hardened as he imagined bending her over, pulling her tresses and spanking that fat, juicy ass of hers as he pounded--

"I'm not stayin' long, so talk." Her statement yanked him out of his lurid daydream.

"You got all dressed up for me, beautiful," he asked, scanning her up and down again.

"Not everything's about you, Roman," she scoffed.

Not her giving him more lip. He would do something about that later. "I called you a buncha times last week but you didn't pick up. You left my texts on read," he accused with narrowed eyes. "You ignored me."

Erica tilted her chin, her stance defiant. "And why does that surprise you?"

He raised an eyebrow at her biting response and chuckled at her audacity. Sugar was quite the firecracker and honestly, he couldn't get enough. Walking towards her, he smirked as he caught on to her struggle to keep her eyes on him and not on his thick dick print, clear as day in his gray sweatpants. He reached out and rubbed her arm with his hand before tugging her closer to him.

"Sweetheart, don't ever ignore me again. Especially when you know that pussy belongs to me."

"Does it? Funny, I thought I was 'just another pricey whore'. Did you forget you said that to me?"

He rolled his eyes with a huff. "Sometimes I say shit I don't mean, baby girl, you know how it is."

Taken aback by his dismissive, nonchalant attitude, she yanked her arm away. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? After everything we've been through? That shit was foul as fuck!" she said incredulously.

"I know. That's why I texted you to come over so I could apologize in person, but you refused to answer me. I hate it when you shut me out, Erica."

"You shut me out, too! For weeks! And now that you're bored you summon me like I'm your fuckin' toy. I am not your toy, Roman! I don't give a damn that you're a Hollywood star, there's plenty of other A-listers out there who will take care of me and not treat me like shit."

"And yet, you come back to me every time," he pointed out, the smug curl of his lip just as panty-wetting as the rest of him. "None of your other clients take care of you like I do, make you feel the way I do. That's why you dropped 'em all, for me."

Erica started to retort but stopped herself, realizing that this was in fact, the truth. But she'd be damned if she let him have the last laugh. "Ya know what? This was a mistake. I should go. I had something to tell you but I dunno why I even bothered to come here."

She turned around but he grabbed her before she could go far, drawing her back to him. Seeing her getting worked up always seemed to fuel his desire for her. The angrier she was, the hotter the sex, and he was horny as fuck for her right now.

"Look at you, gettin' all riled up," he drawled, his tone tinged with amusement. "I love it when you're mad, that shit turns me on, baby."

This man was as infuriating as he was sexy. "Fuck you! Everything is a joke to you!"

"This feel like a joke right here?" he demanded, snatching her hand and pressing it against his throbbing length. The little whimper she let out as she cupped him sealed her fate.

"Feel that? Feel what you do to me?" His voice was rough and needy, matching the look in his eyes. "I need you, Erica. It's been weeks and I've been goin' fuckin' crazy without you."

"Go home to your wife, then," she bit back with a lot less conviction than she aimed for. The pull was much too strong, quite literally too as he wrapped both arms around her slender waist, his face nuzzling her neck and making her hiss as his soft beard tickled her skin.

"She don't make me feel like you do." His voice was needy and almost pathetic as his mouth pressed her throat. "Let me make it up to you, baby. I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?" His tongue was warm, his breath hot and heavy on her skin, and her arousal flared against her will.

"Roman..."

"Come on, baby, kiss me," he murmured, his lips sliding over hers. It was a slow but deliberate assault, and Erica felt her body yield as a soft gasp escaped from her. She sagged against him, gripping his shoulders for balance as their mouths smacked oh so sensually together. Fuck, she missed this, missed his delicious kisses and his assured touch as he grabbed her round, fleshy ass, kneading and caressing in his hands and pressing himself harder against her.

Roman growled softly as he released her mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips as his eyes flitted down to her chest. "Take your clothes off," he commanded.

Wordlessly, Erica's hands slid over the leather belt on her waist to slowly unbuckle it. Then, she opened up her coat, eased it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing, absolutely nothing, but her heels. Roman's darkened orbs blazed to an onyx black as they scanned her naked body, drinking in every smooth, delicate, voluptuous curve. Grabbing her by the waist, he backed her up against the nearest wall, his hardened dick straining against her exposed center. A shiver ran through her as he crashed his mouth back to hers, his huge hand squeezing her throat briefly before tracing the valley between her breasts, and she finally let go of the groan she was holding back as his hand came in contact with the intimate spot between her thighs.

"Damn..." he smirked as he found nothing but wetness, pushing his palm against the slick mound and sliding his fingers along her slit. She moaned in response, her hands gripping his tattooed bicep as his thick finger pushed into her, her pussy quivering around the digit as he thrust it at a maddeningly steady pace.

"Mmm-hmm you like this, don't you baby?" he said, nipping at her bottom lip, coaxing yet another moan from the back of her throat as he slipped a second finger home with deep, languid thrusts. She whimpered helplessly, her vision blurring as her walls dripped and tightened around the invading digits. Her forehead dropped onto his chest, battling to hold on to her sanity. "Fuck..."

Buoyed by her whines and soft cries, he pumped his fingers more earnestly, hissing softly when her walls rippled around them again, signaling her end. "You 'boutta come already, huh? I told you this my pussy. Squeeze my fingers Erica, come for me."

Damn him and his ability to control her with just his touch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her shout of pleasure came from somewhere inside her soul as she spasmed uncontrollably. She could hear his triumphant snicker as her juices flooded his fingers, brushing his mouth against hers as she leaned into him to regain her tenuous balance. He scooped the round, soft flesh of her breast into his eager palm, with his other hand leaving her pussy to suck her juices, humming pleasantly at the familiar sweet taste.

"Remember what I told you in my text?" he breathed, his gaze trained expectantly on her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Tell me," he insisted, now massaging both her breasts. "Tell me what I said to you. I made you a promise. What was it?"

Erica fought through the thick haze of passion to recall his exact words from the raunchy text message. "You promised to make me come at least three times before we ever make it to the bed," she recounted.

Roman smiled smugly, satisfied with her response. "Uh huh. And Daddy always keeps his promises, don't he? That was the first. Two more to go. Now, let me show you around my new crib."

He showed her around, alright. First, on the plush sectional in the living room area, with her on her back and her head hanging off the edge as he slowly thrust his dick in and out of her mouth. She let his groans wash over her as her jaw relaxed to take more of his intimidating length down her throat. Even upside down, her gag reflex was superb, so each time he thrust inside her, her tongue lapped at the base of his cock, soaking his balls with her spit. Willing to give as much as he was receiving, he leaned forward and rubbed her clit in quick circular motions, making her moan around his cock with the vibrations causing his neck to extend, looking up to the ceiling as pleasure licked his spine.

"Unnnh fuck, suck my dick, take it all down your throat, baby," he encouraged her, sliding his other hand over her breast and toying with her nipple, all while fucking her face. His knees weakened at the sight of his length bulging her throat, she always knew how to take him well. "Shit, Sugar, you look so fuckin' hot like this..."

Erica moaned again through her stuffed throat, waves of heat washing over her as her pussy pulsated beneath the pleasure of his long thick fingers. In all her time under the bright lights and the seedy bowels of Hollywood, she had never been captivated by any one human being. Until him. Their escort-client relationship had long since grown into something more. She had given up on resisting him and let him do anything he wanted to her in bed. But tonight she craved some semblance of control, and this time, his famed charms would not stop her from getting it.

Pushing him away so he slipped out of her mouth, she sat up straight and tugged him onto the massive couch with her. Straddling his hips as he sat up, she placed one hand on his barrel-like shoulder while using the other to curl her fingers around his pulsing dick. He groaned and bucked his hips as she flicked the head of his dick along her slit just to torture him a little. Then guided him against her opening and slid down.

The moment felt heavy and tense, like a tightly twined coil as her wetness opened up for him. At the end of her slow descent, she stopped to adjust to all the emotions and sensations wracking both their bodies. Unconsciously rocking her hips into him, she gasped as the pressure immediately started to build. Their hands and mouths were all over each other. Roman ran his hands up and down her back, rubbed her tits, squeezed her ass. Erica raked her nails over his nipples, sucked on his neck, bit his shoulder. Fuck, it felt so damn good already. Ass rested comfortably on his thighs, chest to naked chest with his dick lodged inside her, it was clear they were not going to last very long.

Leaning back slightly on her other hand placed on his thigh, she began to ride him. Slow and steady at first, making him absorb every drop of her ass, every crevice, every sensation. The lust and pleasure consumed them both, their mouths colliding with hot, sloppy kisses, her moans pitching higher as the tension thickened. His own groans grew heavier and gruffer, his hands leaving her hips to slide underneath her ass and lift her up and down. Exquisite torture, with his strong grip on her making her wet pussy take every inch of him. The angles of his upward thrusts as he bounced her on his dick had her making noises like a bitch in heat. He was so snug and warm and deep inside her, it was as though she could feel him in her soul.

"Oh my fuckin' god," she half-groaned, half-cried, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck as he bounced her even harder. Up, down, up, down. His dick stretched her walls, his fingers deep into her ass cheeks enough to leave a bruise or two. The dizzying sensations spiraled her into another orgasm, and she sat all the way down on his dick and rolled her ass desperately, literally riding out her nut. She couldn't stop herself from biting into his sweaty, salty skin as she came, making the big man growl in reaction and smack her ass hard.

"That's your second nut," he declared.

He flipped her onto her back, still deep inside her. He looked down at her with hungry, blown pupils, letting his hands dance along the meat of her thighs and her calves. Throwing her legs onto his shoulders, he leaned forwards, folding her in two as he fucked her into the couch. Her hands clawed the back of his head only for him to grab them and pin them above her head. The sweat clung to their skins as he steeled his thighs and grinded himself into her wet heat, his face lowering to suck both of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around each peaked bud. Her groans snowballed with his groans as he drove his dick impossibly deep inside her with primal intensity. When she managed to speak, her voice was unrecognizable. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," she moaned hoarsely, her toes curling behind his head as she exploded again, "Oh my god, Roman, ohhh..."

"I'm 'bout to come too, don't fuckin' move," he panted, holding her down to piston his hips and pound into her. Erica basked in the sound of his tortured groan when his big body tensed up and she felt him pour into her warm confines, his hips stuttering as he found sweet release.

"Got you to three quicker than I expected," he said when he caught his breath, kissing her cheek. "We just gettin' started, baby. I'ma remind you why this pussy is mine."

He gave her an up close and personal view of the city's remarkable skyline, her breasts crushed against the glass window as his juicy lips ravaged her from behind. She could only imagine how she looked right now. Her legs wide, ass spread open, her battered pussy wet and swollen and pulsing for more of his oral onslaught. Nobody ate her out the way he did, with so much passion, covering all the bases, her clit, her inner lips, and even her asshole. The warmth of his breath had her walls clenching as he licked and sucked and kissed everywhere, painting her slickness with his spit. The relief she felt as he finally detached his mouth from her center and got off his knees was replaced with his heavy cock tapping her pussy lips before breaching her entrance with the thick girth. Each thrust dragged her sensitive nipples across the cool, hard surface of the glass, but Erica was so lost in the moment that she didn't care.

"Mmmph, fuck me, baby, fuck my pussy," she exhaled another pining moan, her nails scraping against the glass where he had ordered her to place her hands. Her mouth fell open when he slapped her backside, that deliciously dangerous dick of his pounding into her in full view of the bright lights of Los Angeles. His dick slid in deeper and deeper, his hips circling each time he was buried inside her, making her knees buckle as her climax inched ever closer. She tried to speak again, but words failed her, reducing her to a whimpering, shivering mess as her pussy clenched greedily around his dick. Roman merely chuckled arrogantly, reveling in his handiwork.

"You sound so fuckin' sexy, baby girl, keep moaning for me like that," he purred, his hands clamped on her shapely hips to make her take his lethal strokes. He was a man on a mission, punishing her for assuming she had any sort of control over him. Tears sprang to her eyes as he slowed down his thrusts, his pelvis mashed up against her soft backside as his cock worked inside the sensitive walls of her pussy with a more tender rhythm. He filled her with stroke after long stroke, making them both moan as she squirted all over him this time, her orgasm breaking her into a million pieces.

He showed her the stripper pole next to his bed. He had it installed specially for her, he said, so she could show off her elite lap dancing skills for him and him alone. Watching that itty-bitty waist and all that ass bounce on his dick like her rent was due would be the end of him; He couldn't resist massaging the soft cheeks in his palm, one after the other as she gyrated back and forth on him like a professional.

"Uh huh, go off, baby, pop that pussy on my dick," he drawled from his spot on the pouf he lounged on, his sturdy thighs spread wide apart to give her all the space she needed to ride and grind while she held onto the pole for balance. He watched the streaks of his cum trickle down her gyrating ass, and it made for quite the visual, slapping against the mixture of her juices smothered over his groin. He rubbed in the remnants of his seed on her cheeks, biting his lip as the skin glistened and made her big booty look even bigger. "Mmm, damn baby, this pussy so good, I should throw a dollar at your fine ass..."

"Fuck!" Erica had the pole in a death grip as yet another orgasm rocked her body. She had to get off his dick because she was shaking so hard. The tremors had her mewling pitifully as she bent over, gifting him with the sight of her pink pussy quivering as her cum ran down her inner thighs.

"Get back down here," Roman ordered, smacking her leg and then her ass as he stroked his dick in his hand, "You ain't done. Sit your ass back down on this dick."

He'd been wanting to break in his new California king bed since it'd been installed, so it was apt that he was breaking her back in it. He had her on her stomach, her asshole stuffed with a purple-colored butt plug as he stuffed her pussy with his hard, long cock. She moaned and gasped beneath him, clutching the comforter with her fists as he fucked her like a savage, her plump ass trapped in his possessive grasp.

"Daddyyyyy..." Her moan was loud and long and desperate. It became too much. Roman's dick seemed to double in size inside her and both her holes felt too full to the point of another explosion. A sob tore from her chest.

"Why you cryin'? Huh?" He slapped her ass. "Don't cry. You wanted this dick. Ain't that why you came over? Daddy told you to come and you listened like a good bitch, Daddy's sexy ass bitch. Come here." He hiked her hips higher to force a deeper, more painful arch in her back, and rammed his dick into her sweet spot over and over, demolishing her pussy. Too spent to throw her ass back, she could only lay there and take it, and her eyes squeezed shut, certain she was about to pass out from pleasure.

A big square mirror stretched across the ceiling directly above the bed. His hand slithered into her hair, tugging her head back, almost hyperextending her neck to make her look up. Her mouth dropped open in a moan as she watched that big thick shaft glide in and out of her, the soft skin of her ass rippling against the smacks of his pelvis. Just the sight of him and her together in such an erotic moment had her leaking again, soaking the silk sheets on the bed. He was fucking her so good. She hadn't come this hard and this many times in a long, long time.

Sitting back on his heels, he brought her off the bed and flush against him, assaulting her neck with his hot mouth. "You make me so fuckin' crazy, Erica. Don't nobody else make me lose control like this," he whispered, his grip tightening around her throat as the other hand gripped her breast, making her whimper. "Love this pussy so fuckin' much. You love this dick, baby?"

"Yes Daddy, I love it, I love you," she choked out.

"Mm-hmm, I love you too, baby. You gon' make me come all up inside you, girl," he grunted, his brain growing fuzzier as his end neared. He wrapped her up in his big arms, engulfing her with his heat, lavishing her panting mouth with tongue kisses as his hips rocked upwards, teasing her g-spot. Erica found enough strength to rock with him, grinding back against him, the lovers moving together in the most intimate, sensual dance. Roman groaned with pleasure when he felt her incredibly tight pussy pulling on his cock. It was almost difficult for him to continue thrusting inside of her, but her warm slickness eased the way for him. His hand left her breast and slid down her sweat-slick body to play with her clit, dragging her weak body over the edge.

"Unnnnhhhh..." Erica moaned out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Roman moaned with her, his soft lips trailing wet, frenzied kisses along her throat as his balls tightened, craving fresh release. "Come, baby girl, come for Daddy," he whispered shakily.

His wish was her command. Her body went limp as she detonated one more time, creaming all over his dick in the process. Roman let his head fall forward, his groan muffled against her throat as he came hard, smearing his warm cum all up in her walls. Erica murmured incoherently as she felt him pulse inside of her, giving her everything he had like he always did. When it was all over, he grabbed hold of her hair and planted yet another searing kiss on her lips, before releasing her to collapse on the mattress. Admiring her thoroughly fucked disposition, he massaged her backside tenderly before slowly easing the plug out of her, watching her wince from the pain. Running a hand over the back of her head, he brought her face to face with his groin. "Suck all this shit off my cock," he ordered.

Erica licked her lips at the sight of his thick member, semi-erect and slathered in a milky cocktail of her juices and his semen. Grasping it obediently, she lowered her mouth onto it, moaning softly at the taste of herself on him. Roman looked on with a bite of his lip, stroking her hair as she licked him clean. Afterwards, he lay on his side and pulled her into his chest. Erica sighed happily as he kissed her gently, soothing all her pain away. This feeling right here was the reason she could never let him go. Their connection was too deep, too special. No man had ever made her feel like this and she didn't want to lose it; the high of having him, the euphoria of belonging to him. It was why she was willing to quit today, right now even, and start a new life with him. She needed him to be with her forever, and she wasn't sure she was going to take no for an answer this time.

After what she was about to tell him, she doubted he would say no...not when the life they had created together was done out of the love they shared.

"Baby?" she whispered softly to him, watching him closely.

"Hmm?" Lying flat on his back, his eyes were shut and he was in a state of complete relaxation.

"Look at me," she said, waiting for him to meet her eyes before speaking. She needed him to understand the words coming out of her mouth.

"Roman, I'm pregnant, and the baby is yours."

End of Chapter 22

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Erica's unexpected declaration spelled the beginning of the end of her relationship with Roman. His behavior took a complete 180, having security drag her out of his new apartment, denying all ties to her unborn child and cutting off all communication with her. A distraught Erica terrorized him, stalking his family, poisoning his wife Gaelle and getting him fired from a lucrative film project. It all came to a head when Erica took Gaelle hostage in Roman's vacation home where he had fled to escape her rampage. She forced him at gunpoint to have sex with her in his marital bed while his wife watched, but died when he deliberately strangled her in the middle of her orgasm. It also turned out that Erica was never pregnant, and the positive test she'd shown Roman belonged to her friend and fellow escort, Tiffany. Erica's story made headline news all around the world. It was an incredibly shocking end and it worked well with the dramatic plot of the story.

You were glad for the artistic license, and though what really happened with you was less chaotic, it was not any less heart wrenching. You never even got to break the news to Joe. In fact, he was gone from your bed before the crack of dawn, vanished like a thief in the night. Never returned your calls or messages until three days later, when you received a text message from him that put your heart in a blender.

Nicole and I have decided to work things out. For good this time. I hope you understand. Thanks for always being there for me. Take care of yourself. ❤

How you recovered from that blow, you would never know. How you dug yourself out of the hole of darkness he dumped you in was still a mystery to you sometimes. It really was a testament to your mental strength, because not many people would have survived the unimaginable pain he inflicted on you. The sinister side of you wished you had been brave enough to do exactly what Erica did, to take out your rage on him and make him hurt like he hurt you. But instead you redirected that energy to your work, pouring every second of your anguish into the book. It took a long time for you to get to this point of fulfillment and success in your life, and the book had been your therapy. Now, you were at least making good money from your pain and it softened the blow a little bit.

When you thought about Joe these days, it wasn't with as much resentment. It seemed he had a few problems of his own anyway, as his beloved Nicole was reportedly threatening to upgrade their separation to a divorce and take his kids with her. How the tables turned. Nonetheless, you wished him the best. You still had love for him. You would always miss him. He changed your life, and there was no doubt that you would forever carry him with what was left of your heart.

"Mama?"

You heard her little voice before you heard the shuffle of her tiny feet. Quickly placing the wine glass in the sink, you turned as the love of your life came into view, her favorite blanket dragging behind her as she searched the room for you.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping, little lady?" you asked, fighting back a big smile to look as serious as possible. She was in her "I wanna stay up late" phase and you couldn't afford to fold, not this time at least.

Her little dual Afro puffs jiggled as she rubbed her hand over her eyes, "Come sweep with me, Mama," she pleaded, staring up at you with her big, expressive brown eyes and a pout that was the spitting image of her famous father. She was starting to look so much like him.

Your heart swelled as she padded over to you with her arms outstretched. You lifted her up and held her small body tightly, absorbing her innocence and unconditional love. She smelled so fresh and delicate, like roses, sunshine and baby powder. Her scent has filled your life with joy and purpose since the day you brought her into this world two years ago.

And to think you had almost taken those pills to snuff out this beautiful life in a fleeting moment of weakness. Now, you would give your own life to protect hers without question. Always.

"Okay, kiddo, let's get you back to bed," you cooed softly, kissing her chubby cheek.

"Read me a stowy, Mama?"

"Of course, baby."

As you retreated to your daughter's bedroom, your phone vibrated beside your MacBook. Three letters you had not seen in years flashed on the Home Screen, cutting through the empty room and calling out to you.

❤️Joe❤️

THE END

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Shaking her like a snowglobe

[iihandsiiheavn]

ʚïɞ "why would you do that?"

pairing: chris sturniolo x olivia rubens (oc)

warnings: drug addiction, mentions of underage drug use, drinking, cursing, fighting and a whole lot of angst. protagonist with a name (aka as original character), sort of a happy ending and written by someone who doesn't have english as their first language, take it easy.

in witch chris' dealer knows him for too long and can tell exactly what's going on.

chris sturniolo x dealer!oc

"you either take that little boy out the damn backyard or i'll take care of him by myself. you choose"

i sigh out loud, ranging my chair back and rubbing my face in a nervous reaction. christopher, christopher is at the damn backyard. he's there for a motherfucking hour.

"did you hear me, miss?" my older brother speaks a little louder, throwing a pen into my table to make sure i'm here. "give him whatever the fuck he wants and tell him to fuck off. you're no mom, no therapist, no whatever."

my fingers reach for the pen before i throw it back. i'm no mom and no therapist, i'm just childhood friends with the said little boy. and i actually don't have what he wants, the type of shit chris started to come here for are the kind i don't order anymore, i don't let ryan come around with, i don't let the subject reach the table.

i fucked up already. this right here was my mistake and my mistake only, was my dad heritage and my fate. the apple can't fall so far from the tree and i can accept that. me and ryan, my brother, took over the spot for a few years now and chris was already into some stuff when i got here.

then we messed around and found out. simple blunts became white lines, then candies, then pills. then whatever we had in storage.

until chris was forced into rehab last year. i wanted to disappear, felt like the worst person ever. well, i can't scape my own life and the shit i lived down for, so i disappeared from chris' life.

fuck it. i'd be for the best and i thought it would work. he knew no one else with the shit, i dragged him into this mess and could put him out too.

the joke's on me, he's showing up every now and then, back from rehab and trying to get back to his old habits too. i'd be a bitch if i let him do that.

"olivia?" ryan insists. i am truly trying to avoid chris now. soon or later he'll leave, that's what i'm telling myself for days now. "fine- i'll do it my way"

"no, ryan. leave it. i'll work it out"

ryan hits and fights. usually i let him solve this kind of problem, it's easier and quicker. but not this time, not with chris.

so i stand up, put everything on my table together and take my last deep breath. i need it to be fast. i put my hoodie on and then walk towards the fucking back door. jesus christ.

winter is approaching and it is cold as fuck outside. it ain't a surprise when the blue eyes meet me and they're all red, along with the whole pale face standing right in front me.

"liv! why would you do that? i am standing here, waiting for a fucking show up and you didn't even bother!"

my heart races. he's not sober.

the voice takes time to leave his lips, his steps aren't so sure about what to do and i hate what i see in his gaze. god, i hate everything about this.

"what do you want, chris? you need to leave, you need to go home." i close the door behind me, resting my body against it and trying to contain the hurt look on my face.

this is the boy i grew up with, we shared beds, sippy cups, ate from the same plate, sat by each other's side in kindergarten. now i gotta ignore him and keep him away from the bullshit i put him on. life's fucking lame.

"what i want, olivia? i want you to stop being such a hypocrite and go back to who you are." he approaches, the eyes going dark, the hair in a fuzzy mess. "give me what i need and i'll leave. you can go back to forgetting i exist as soon as you drop my shit off."

i shake my head in denial. i knew he's hurt by our sudden distance, i am hurt too. but it's for the best, completely for the best.

"i couldn't ever forget you exist, chris." i sigh. "just... i just won't do what you want, 'm sorry. i have nothing on me right now"

he loses the focus for a bit. the fingers interlocks in between his hair and he shakes a little bit. fuck.

"liv, i know- i know you think you're doing what's right and saving me from the fucking mess you put me in in first place, but that's not what it is! i need to feel something and i need it soon! what can't you- fuck! why can't you just be the irresponsible little bitch you have always been and give me the fucking pills!?"

no words, not even a breath. it hits me like a knife, it cuts like his words were sharpened. there isn't much to say, because i know he's fucking right.

"olivia, you always knew what i needed, you gotta help me right now." his arms go up a little bit, like he's showing me how fucked he is. as if i couldn't see it before. "i need it all to go away, i just need to chill. you know what always works, you do!"

"yeah, going home, and-and talking to the boys, having a full meal, call mom, dad. that is what you need. did you try that?"

he's back to approaching. i'd be panicked if it was a client, i'd be calling ryan. but that's just chris.

"who's mom? who's dad? who in the fuck would really want a child like this?" he points at himself, getting closer and closer. i can see it even with my blurry vision. "i don't want to see no one, i want what you have and then i'll be gone. promise"

my eyes close shut for a slight second, until a freezing cold hand meet the side of my face and a forehead meets mine. fuck. truly, fuck.

"olivia, please. i am begging you for real. give me anything. any fucking thing. i've got the money, how much do you need?"

my hand touches his, then my eyes meets his. destroyed, completely destroyed.

"i am so, so sorry, chris. i have nothing for you." it sounds like a whisper. i take his hand off my face, squeezing it just enough for it to warm up a little bit. "how long are you here? back home?"

"a month or so." answers, symply. "i need them, liv. i am begging you, i'd get on my knees for them, i-"

"you really need to go, chris. i'm gonna call matt to come and pick you up, fine? just-"

i had my phone in my hand in a second and in the other i didn't anymore. he wonders for a minute about what he's going to do with it, than he touches his own face, scratches it, stumble around and i watch. i hated being me everyday after he got sent off. it felt like being on the devil's skin just by seeing him that way.

chris is not the type of guy that should be here begging to drug himself. chris deserves a whole beautiful bright future, he's so much more than this.

and that's why i can't fight when he grabs my phone, or go feral or too serious when he's here like this. i can't treat him any worse.

"whatever you want to give me, olivia. just for one use. no need for more."

i inhale deeply, feeling the cold air fill my lungs. fine. is that what he wants?

"c'mon, let's go" i grab his arm, making our way out the backyard and into the front door.

when dad started selling stuff when we were kids, he sort of divided the house. you can access the back of it through the front door, but you gotta go through another door that's usually locked. chris and i are not going where he wants to.

"why is... why are we inside? i don't- olivia, what the fuck are you doing?"

he doesn't stop me from guiding him through the corridor and then to my room. he looks around, go quiet for a few whole minutes and then let out a little sigh, hugging his own body as i walk around and take the blankets off the bed.

"you know what you need, chris? some rest." i say, as i approach and hold his arms, letting my hands go up and down on the tattooed skin. he only has a black t-shirt on. "lemme take care of you and then we find out what we'll do, ok? hum? put some warm clothes on and sleep a little bit, what do you think?"

his eyes water and his dry lips part, he says nothing else. i don't know what he's been taking or whatever, but he is not at the best of his consciousness.

"sometimes i... sometimes i tried to fuck up just to see you come and fix it, but- but you never did it anymore." he admits, as another wave of blame hits me hard.

yeah, i'm great at fucking up people's life and everything, but i take care of my people. i'd go to war for them and sometimes war is just denying injectable shit for my childhood friend.

"i'm fixing today." i didn't mean it to sound like a whisper, but it did.

i reach for the hoodie on my mess-chair, one that was chris' before being mine.

"why did you go away? i was waiting for you to visit, or call... or... or i don't know" he is losing his way, his pupils are so wide i almost can't see the blue.

the lips shaking, the hands the same and the skin even more and more pale. there's another situation when i call ryan, when i need somebody who went to med school at some point. my brother did.

so i leave him a text and keep my cool, i take a deep breath and guide chris onto the bed, so i can help him out with hoodie since he's taller.

"i was taking care of you, trust me."

he was waiting for me but not only me. he was waiting for me with a backpack and transparent bags, and them disposable syringes.

"i needed you to this before"

when we were younger, he had this episode when we started tasting some worst things and he had a bad trip. i did exactly what i'm doing right now, let him rest his head on my stomach, let my fingers run in between his hair and press his scalp just a little bit. him sitting on this exact same bed, me standing in between his legs. just like right now.

"i do trust you my life, actually" contrasts. he shouldn't.

"what did you take, chris? i need to know"

"it is going away, do you have it? heroine? not the pure one, that mix that gets hard to put into the syringe? that-fuck. that one."

i close my eyes for an instant. my fingers massage just in the back of his ears, i can feel him weighting a bit more into my body. he's still thinking i'll get him anything or whatever.

leaving rehab and going straight to injectables is fucked up.

"my bad, liv. i had a guy over" i didn't notice ryan getting in the room with some equipment in his hands and a worried look in his face.

he hated when we chris came around and hated being around him, this is always i bright example of what our childhood became. but he cares and would never deny help.

"it's fine- can we just... just try? he had them heroine injections, the mixed one."

ryan signs heavily, mad. i don't take that heavy shit but if i did, he'd react just like this.

"is he off conscience? i need your help."

"he's going on and off, i guess. hey, chris? let's rest a little bit, fine?"

he says something too low for me to understand, but does not let go of my waist and ryan is not good on patience. that's what he means with the help thing.

so i do my best to manage to be sat on the bed, chris' body falls into mine and I hate to say it. there's a wave of panic approaching.

"you chose to put him inside, liv. deal with it, ok? he'll be fine." my brother warns. he's not good on advices and shit, he's just real.

and that's just what i need sometimes.

"can you promise?" i whimper, not even noticing i had started crying while helping him flip chris a little better. i'm still sort of under him, and if i'm being honest, i don't want to leave.

he rests on his side and on my torso, my bed is a mess now and I hold his head so he won't fall, he'd be here just like a baby if it wasn't the damn heroine and whatever the fuck else he has in his veins now.

"stop crying, olivia. i'm not functioning if you panic. you know that" ryan snaps his tongue, holding chris' arm straight for a second before signing me to do it.

i silence myself, then. still trying my best. letting my fingers caress the cold skin in chris' face, fixing the hair sometimes and watching his tense expression up close. i am trying not to lose it, i really am.

god, how did we get down here. we were two little kids playing in kindergarten, and out of nothing, that's life, that's our life. chris is off conscience in my bed after staying in my porch for hours begging for heroine. life couldn't be more unfair.

"just be careful so he won't take this off or move too much, right?" ryan demands, grabbing the stuff he just used as i didn't even notice.

we used to do that a lot. dad was an old ass drug dealer with a blank addiction to whatever felt like dying so it'd be days of me holding his unconscious body while ryan prepared the needles and everything.

"i'll call justin or whatever, he ain't spending the night"

i won't contest, i actually agree and let him leave, staring at the wall while my fingers trace lines through chris' cheeks. i hate this, i hate feeling like there's no going back.

like the hours go by and they don't change a thing, nothing gets better. when chris moves a bit, i hold him a little tighter.

"hey." i whisper, my lips pressing against his face very softly as he seems to come back to reality.

missing us is just a regular feeling at this point. i'm close enough for these minutes before any of his brothers show up.

"sorry, okay?"

the rasp on his voice and the lack of rush, the way he just turn his body to the side and take a deep breath. no curiosity for the medicine, no glance up.

"i am too" i let my fingers play around his hair, brushing it all away from his face, then back to the sides and behind his ears. "i am so sorry, chris."

"don't be." his voice is as low as before. "i'll be ok. i'm here, hmm? guess that's the drug i need"

"great, that's a drug you can actually have" i thug him a little tighter, just until i can hear a little giggle. "i ain't leaving, ok? not again"

"me neither." murmurs. "i like it better here"

[yikes-kachowski]

Hiii! I dropped by on accident and found out your avatar headcanons and OCs so so nice

I gotta ask a few curiosities of mine if that's cool? *takes out a notebook and a pen*

- since katara and zuko are a thing, did it make their friendship with aang weird or was he cool with it instantly? And how did it even began for them? Did it followed the show's events? Did Aang even got a crush on Katara?

- What happens to Azula?

- How does all these next gen kids react when Korra shows up? Is it weird, is it fine, is it all the same? I mean, they all knew the previous avatar and he was pretty much their family and all. Tho I think them having their own lives also mean it's not that much of a deal?

- Is Katara still one of Korra's teaching masters?

- Sokka's kids get along?

- Does Tenzin and Bumi eventually get okay with each other?

- Korra still loses her connection to the past avatars and therefore Aang? Do they even talk, like he did to Roku and all?

- do you have any other headcanon or change of other characters from tlok or tloa that you mind sharing? like, a plot from tlok that you think it could be better improved or discarded, or something that happens on your universe and you haven't talked about yet?

Sorry for this such a big of an ask, i really REALLY liked these ideas you had (and your art is also amazing and so awesome and pretty too 💞).

heyyyy anon! sorry for the late reply, i hope you still see this.

First of all, thank you! I love genuine interest in my stuff I never expect it. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy and clever. ALSO thanks for complimenting my art! i'm a slow artist so my blood sweat and tears (mostly tears) are in every drawing !!!

onto answering your questions to the best of my ability:

1) Aang is completely cool with Katara and Zuko's relationship. He's basically their biggest shipper :) He did have a crush on Katara (and Zuko tbh), but he was able to let it go pretty quickly. As the Avatar, after the war he was almost too busy to even be sad about it. Overwhelmingly, he was just happy for his friends

Also, Katara and Zuko get together after the war, when Katara's about 17 and he's about 19. Katara goes to the South Pole and they fall for each other through letters and short visits.

Most show events aren't really taken out for me. Just really the kiss right at the end.

2) Azula has a redemption arc. I like to think of it as being a redemption arc she herself is hardly aware of. She just thinks she's really in the long haul of fooling the gaang into liking her. Her redemption arc starts immediately after the war because Zuko keeps her safe in the palace.

Aang becomes her friend first and encourages everyone else to give her a chance. Sokka provides an outlet for all of her older brother issues, since she and Zuko have an awkward relationship. And Katara is tutored by Azula in Fire Nation etiquette and history so she's better equipped to be Fire Lady.

sorry if this is confusing, but believe it or not this rambling all makes sense to me.

3) Korra is very important to the next gen kids, aang's kids and the zk especially. Her arrival is in the middle of great political conflict that never would have happened if Aang wasn't murdered, so they're eager to get her in on the Avatar business.

My idea with Aang dying so young, is that all of his business is half finished. His kids didn't get real closure for their relationship. So Bumi, Yelaan, Palkyi and Tenzin all have complex feelings toward her. Bumi's in particular are very intense.

Being around Korra FEELS like being in his father's presence, which is hard for him. He doesn't want aang to have been a good person or a good father because then he'd really have to miss and mourn everything he was gone for. but this is a lot and hard for me to say so

the steambabies also need Korra and consider her central. They watched their parents' reactions when Aang died (particularly Zuko), and that has affected them deeply. Sakari has been advised to always follow the avatar, so she's happy to have guidance. Besides, she hopes the Avatar will restore and era of peace since she worries for Bumi and Akiak.

Akiak has changed since Aang died, a lot. In ways he's not always proud of. Facing Korra is somewhat hard for him for that reason. Especially since sometimes she opposes some of his methods. He thinks her way of bringing peace is naive.

Tophs kids (and Tenzin to some extent) are the same :)

4) Yes! Katara is one of her waterbending masters. I feel like when you're an Avatar's Master, that's your role for life. She already knows how to train the Avatar. She, Zuko, and Toph taught Korra in the right order, and are old friends with her. Korra has already met the whole Gaang even if she doesn't see Toph or Zuko as often as she'd like

5) I usually choose not to give Sokka kids. I feel like he doesn't want to be a father (even though he'd definitely be the best at it). He and Suki work too hard and have agreed they just aren't super interested in kids. He and Suki are full time Aunt and Uncle to all of the Next Gen. Now, ive made some OCs for asks and I'd say that they do get along :)

6) Bumi and Tenzin's relationship is ROUGH in this story, but yes, they do. It takes a while but eventually they're only mildly hostile with each other. Tenzin helps Bumi reconnect with Air Nomad culture, and Bumi helps him commune with the spirits better. This is jumpstarted by Korra.

7) Korra does keep communication with her past lives! But her path to being a fully realized Avatar is much more difficult. The decision to raise her in a compound was a mistake, and so her growth as an avatar is severely set back. This means, she speaks to her past lives when they reach out to her (and she's in tune enough to listen). Aang is not easy for her to talk to, but eventually she masters it. She doesn't really tell anyone because she's scared everyone will then only want to talk to aang, not her.

8) First of all: for atla, i write very particular cultures and geographies to expand the universe. They affect things in only minor ways for the most part in atla. Also, Aang is trans. I love it too much for it to not be true (if youre wondering how he had kids he made deals with spirits)

Now for tlok. In my opinion, it's very necessary for the different conflicts to not have clear starts and ends. These should all be interweaving conflicts that everyone's caught in the middle of. Not only does this facilitate a lot more character interactions, but it also builds stress and feels realistic.

Mako and Bolin are former triad members and pro athletes, they should be rougher around the edges. Also, Mako would NEVER EVER become a cop after seeing the direct damage they cause marginalized communities. I think that perspective would be very important for korra as an avatar.

Season two plotlines should just be a civil war between north and south. Tbh, I'm not digging all of the subtle ways the north takes over the south, and I imagine the south isn't either. They separated from the north for a reason, and then during the war, the north didn't even help them. The tensions were rising and Aang never came up with a good long term solution when he was alive, and that affects Korra.

Season three's plotline can mostly stay the same except there is no harmonic convergence that introduces new airbenders. The airbenders are the group that they are. They're travelling the earth kingdoms doing peace talks since much of the earth kingdoms don't want to be under ba sing se. Particularly the Si Wong Desert. Aang was in active peace talks when died and was never able to come up with a long term solution.

Season four is also mostly the same except no mechs or spirit nukes.

All the while the equalists are raging on at home.

ANYWAY. thanks for the ask! I hope you see this after i posted it SOOOO late.

See the pattern? Korra must fill aang's shoes while also dealing with all of his unfinished business. Every character serves a unique perspective that helps inform korras decisions.

I dont think these ideas are perfect and the only way to write Korra, but I think they make sense. They help tell a story Im more interested in.

[adrianasunderworld]

Another of these OC fashion posts, because I miss them. This time featuring Isabelle when she's an adult post game events. Here's the og post of her when she's young.

Isabelle when she finally managed to go home, take a witch craft apprenticeship and is constantly going back and forth in the Devildom. I think her style generally darkened as she got older and her taste changed. Like instead of more pastel blues and yellows, she tends to wear deeper blues and warmer Autumn-yellows. She's not full goth, but there's a bit of that in there. I also think Isabelle is big into thrifting, something she picked up when she lived in Twisted Wonderland and didn't have a ton of money, and I feel like thrifting on the Devildom would be insane. All these demons getting rid of clothes they've had for centuries. You'll find her in an Edwardian blouse layered under a 90s mini dress and boots from the 60s. It's all very eclectic. I also think the Crewels by the time she left had a good deal of influence on her fashion sense. So Isabelle still likes very form fitting dresses that flatter her and layer them with a coat that has some sort of furry trim. And if she doesn't have a fuzzy coat, she still some longer layer that is very flowy and long. There's always a lot of texture in her outfits. You'll a lot of lace, velvet, fur, leather all over an outfit. Nothing ever blends together.

Eventually when she returns to Twisted Wonderland and eventually marries Malleus, she obviously has to dress the part of Briar Queen. At least for formal occasions. Again, Isabelle isn't full goth, though there is some Gothic influence in her clothes, and that mostly comes out for formal Briar Valley settings, where she has to be the queen of the dark fae next to Malleus. Even though some the dresses I found are all black, I think there would be more deep reds, emerald greens, dark blues and gold also in her gowns. Even if they're just accents. Again as her casual wear, lots of lace and different fabrics. Plenty of flowy skirts and fitted tops with cool sleeves. Lots of off the shoulder looks, just because I think thats one of the bigger details of Belles ball gown. I also see Isabelle having a lot of rose motifs in her looks. You'll find it on accessories or the pattern of her clothes. Malleus is the briars and she is the roses, that is their Thing.

Another aspect of Adult Isabelle, once she returns to Twisted Wonderland, is that she reunites with Divus and Lilith and also occasionally writes for Divine Magazine and publish her own novels. (Though maybe under a pen name or her Maiden name maybe.) So Isabelle is often going with Lilith to major fashion and publishing events or just going around shopping with her. It's more or less a more designer version of what she would have normally worn. Still with the furry coats and the form fitting dresses. And much more red, black, and white. She has to put on the appearance of the Crewels heiress now returned, after all. I can even see people online doing side by side comparisons of Isabelles outfit next to Young Lilith, the Crewels influenced her clothing THAT much, especially in settings like that where she's with them.

Honorable mentions:

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[chacha-tortuga]

Do you have any particular inspirations for your artwork?

Hello!

I will preface this by stating that I draw way less than before for multiple reasons, so it's come to a point where all my inspirations are fuzzy in my mind. My visual library has been fueled a lot these last years but it's become passive to the point of not really thinking about it much anymore. The few times I draw for myself I rely solely on my comfort zone so it's become a feedback loop of trying to stick to my own art and where influences per se get drowed out. But answering this ask I will try really hard to find what got me to have various visual "it makes sense alright". I won't also mention the influences I have for professional related works because they change all the time and when I'm a technician I don't feel like my style has that much of an importance.

So, my Influences :

Style wise I had a before-and-after feeling when I discovered the art of Alexei Kallima. His works focus on various themes but I really am inspired by his paintings depicting hooliganism and violence. His compositions for his series of the team of parachutist women are simply incredible.

Speaking of hooliganism, the short film I Love Hooligans by Jan-Dirk Bouw is also an inspiration.

For my traditional art, I use mostly a gel pen freehand for my sketches, which is my favorite way of drawing all things considered. I use a bit of watercolour occasionaly to make my sketches more lively. My main influence in that medium has to be Gipi and his comic books. My favourite ones are Appunti Per Una Storia Di Guerra and S. You can absolutely see how I shamelessly copied his lines and features on his characters, I find them absolutely delightful.

My friend showed me a short film which was very similar in style, it's called Yul et le Serpent by Gabriel Harel. I loved it.

In terms of linework, Taiyo Matsumoto was also a before-and-after experience. I discoreved him with Amer Beton and Ping Pong and absolutely got won over style wise with Number Five. I now usually get a bit rougher with my ink lines with my pen like him. He gets different levels of detail and varies style depending on the feeling of a panel or the distance to the viewer. I joke saying he pretty much doesn't give a fuck about the character model and I wish I had that intuition about my own drawings. The animated adaptation of Ping Pong is probably my favorite anime, and inspires me greatly for my animation work. Once again playing with the medium.

My main "intuition" in art has always been colours. I love colouring my art and choosing what goes well with what and do the colour scripts for my projects and all. Movie wise the main guy who gets me creative is Rémi Chayé. The Long Way North is one of my favourite movies and the colours there are insanely good.

Otherwise I'm a huge fan of abstract art, I will only cite Rothko because it's the only one where I've seen his artwork in the flesh and I Get how his colours works organically.

Other abstract artists who inspire me, but not especially related to colours for my art are the russian avant-garde artists, I love constructivism and suprematism (I even got a tattoo of a work by Iakov Chernikhov, the one pictured in fact). So obviously Malevitch (regarding of the period), El Lissitzky, Rodchenko, Varvara Stepanova etc.

Ukrainian mosaic artists but in particular Galina Zubchenko.

For my personal art including my OCs my main inspiration is the photographer Robert Capa.

Another photographer I love is obviously Robert Mapplethorpe (two Roberts mentionned!).

You'll get that now I mostly draw stuff related to post apocalypse and/or wastelands scenarios, so the books Metro 2033, Roadside Picnic (a lot of books and novels from the Strugatski brothers in general). I tend to stick with an artisanal vision of these settings rather than a fully militarized one. I think it makes everything more interesting.

I can't not include obviously real footage and photographies of modern conflicts I guess.

I guess that's all I can think of "precisely" and can name with certainty. I also have a pinterest board for art inspiration if you want to check it out.

I hope that's not too disappointing of an answer and that it's at least interesting.

[void-botanist]

hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Time to answer this one finally! I think I'll talk about Nicea, where the entire crew has 2+ bedrooms.

Declan: he has the largest private room on the Nicea, but that's not saying much. It stays pretty neat because there's just not a lot of stuff in there, but he has a collection of ship pens, stationery, and books. His bedroom at the office is less neat and holds most of his clothes, but because he literally just repurposed an office room it's pretty spartan. His bedroom in his suite at his mother-in-law's, which is a remodeled shed, is not that big but it's very cozy and messy because A) he actually uses it when he's there, and B) it holds all of his art supplies that aren't in his small traveling collection, like all of his paints and canvases, and a bunch of random detritus, mostly in his desk drawers. The one thing you will not find in any of his rooms is a photo of Cady, because he can't stomach the thought of just seeing that. He gave his one photo album to Tristan for safekeeping.

Tristan: her room on the Nicea is the standard not-that-big size, and she keeps not very much in there. What is there is usually in stacks, except for the mini calendar and picture of her and Gil tacked to the wall over the desk. Her room at home, though, is set up to be as cozy as possible, with walls that are a soft dark blue, dark floral curtains, padded rugs, and ample dresser space so the drawers actually close when everything gets left in a wad in there. There's not much else in the way of decoration, though, because this is a room for sleeping.

Rodney: he keeps the most things in his room on the Nicea, because he has more than a couple clothing items there (he never wears the flight suit), and three books that he's reading, and his tablet, and four chargers, and seven data cables, and his laptop, and his fuzzy blanket, and his ship slippers, and some space M&Ms, and thirteen colors of nail polish and an entire nail kit, and previous issues of the Svando's magazine that he's forgotten about. He has a full-size calendar on the wall and also is slowly accumulating pictures there, mostly of him, Isabel, and Spinder, and places he's been. He keeps everything pretty neat on the whole, but he's always in the middle of something. By contrast he has almost nothing in his hotel rooms, but they kind of come already prepared. His room at his mom's house looks pretty empty and tidy because it's infrequently used, but it has various old trophies and rocks and drawings and stuffed animals filling it out.

Isabel: her room on the Nicea is always kind of a mess, because she also keeps a small but complete wardrobe there, and she's constantly bringing bags of snacks in and finishing them. She tries to keep her hotel rooms neat for housekeeping, but at her mom's house she will not hear any complaints about her throwing her shit everywhere in her own room, Fay. Unlike Rodney she has updated the decor in her room multiple times, mostly by stripping out the old curtains and putting new posters on the walls. No matter what she does, though, one of the posters is always of a hot guy and one of them is always of a vintage actress.

Spinder: like Tristan, he wears a flight suit on the Nicea, so like Tristan, he mainly has undershirts and underwear as his wardrobe there. Aside from that he keeps very little in his room and most of it in the closet, but he's been considering putting up some pictures or something, which maybe he does prior to leaving on their big trip. He's fastidious about his hotel rooms, partly for housekeeping and partly to avoid wrinkles in his clothes, but he inevitably ends up spreading his shaving kit all across the bathroom counter. At Nieram's house, he also sleeps in a room with built-in shelves full of childhood stuff, half of it his (romance novels, handheld puzzle toys, school art projects) and half of it his older brother Pat's (vintage music paraphernalia, minifigures for games he no longer plays, school art projects), because they shared a room after it became clear Spinder and Michael were not capable of doing so. He doesn't try so hard to keep this room clean while he's there, but he still always hangs up his clothes.

And a bonus, because I haven't talked enough lol:

Tatya: her room on her as-yet-unnamed ship is her main space there, and hers is by far the most decorated ship bedroom. She has a ton of woodburning projects hung up on the walls, with a shelf for her various reading materials and a shelf for knickknacks (they both have plexiglas covers to prevent stuff falling out everywhere), and a little tapestry over her minifridge. She even replaced the lamp covers with something more homey. Her bedroom on Basenaum is similar, except the architecture actually goes with her "rustic" sense of decor. She's somewhere in the middle of the neat-messy spectrum, where she tries to keep things clean but her spaces always look very lived-in.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[ladyzamos]

So... I got a new tablet. I’ve been using a pen tablet for about 16(?) years, but I finally just decided to see what it would be like to use a pen display. I got an XP-PEN 15.6 PRO, and despite calibrating, I feel like it’s too yellow. This is kind of a test to see what’s up. Image sketched in IbisPAINTX on my phone, moved on to Photoshop  with a Pen Tablet, and then finished on my XP-PEN PenDisplay. As always #disclaimer: I’m not an artist; I’m a doodler. About the image itself is my OC Emie personifying my real-life horrible taste in men by going on vacation with Mr. W. Murderface. I just think he’s neat. Sorry I left out his leg hair, for those of us who enjoy fuzzy men; I just didn’t want to draw it.

EDIT: On review, my colors are BAD, worse than usual. I overcompensated and completely desaturated at first, but I hope this is at least not painful to look at. Live and learn, I s’pose.

My little headcanon about this shirt specifically: MF - "No way I'm wearing that. It'sch got flowersch on it." But, I feel like if you praised him and told him how handsome you think he is in it, he'd wear it just for you. Of course, he'd grumble and he'd never let the other guys catch him dead in it, but if it was just you two, he'd do it. Another fun note: I needed a reference for big, clunky man-feet at this angle so I took a picture of my husband's foot and he told me he was calling the police.

[spoodlebat]

OC-tober day 3/4: Old OC/Redesign

This one took me a few days so I'm combining the two prompts ^^ It would have been the same oc regardless anyway so it makes sense to given the tasks. I very rarely draw mechs so I hope you'll excuse the identical style to Zerrinth's post; symmetry is just so much easier when it comes to designing and basic posing.

His name is Delta, and he's an OC who I've had for a very long time.

Extremely long ramblings, timelapse and original art under the cut

I'll frontload this with the character lore and timelapse; if anyone cares for my breakdown of the oc itself, that'll be the huge ramble at the bottom ^^

D-17, going these days by Delta, is an autonomous multi-function guard unit. Originally from a world shrouded in eternal night, he and his charge Amyss fled its destruction in their ship, the ArchWing, to the planet of Soniterra. Spending their time amongst my other ocs, they now live amongst its denizens in secrecy, studying the world of light and sound through void-borne awe and wonder.

Powered by a zynal core, Delta is mechanically minded and quiet most of the time; tweaks to his functionality by Amyss have given him something of a sassy streak, however, and he's not afraid to giving a gentle ribbing to (or occasionally completely devastate) a poor friend with sharp remarks every once in a while.

Able to rearrange panels and parts of his body, as well as altering the shape and location of the hardlight parts of his form, Delta is capable of minor shapeshifting. He can also very precisicly manipulate tools and objects, capable of working on engineering projects at microscopic levels without any form of magnification or complex set ups with ease. Combining these skills means he is a very capable engineer, and has even rebuilt a living body into a partial cyborg to save someone's life. Though the world he now lives on seems primitive and inefficient by his standards, he does not usually feel arrogant about it; the mechanics of its tech are so different and new to him that he is ever interested in studying it.

A highly capable combatant, D-17's original purpose was to protect the outpost he and Amyss lived within from creatures of void. Energy beams firing from his hands and sharp blades forming from his body kept him and his charges safe, but the planet's end signalled an end to his guarding duties.

Ok, rambling time ;w;

I don't know exactly when I made this guy, but I remember writing about him all the way back in primary school, in blue pen on lined paper that I kept in my little organiser tray. That would be about age 6 or 7, making this guy almost twenty years old in real time ;-;

This OC is old enough to drink and vote in the uk, good fuckin lord

His origins start even earlier, in fact; he's an amalgamation of a couple of simple characters I made as a small child, including one of those 'running along the side of the road' guys you'd imagine on long car trips. Timelines and memories are fuzzy after 2 decades, but I'd imagine those guys are from at least a year or so before I squished all those ideas under one single name. So a solid 19 years, and a potential 20-21 easily :') wow.

Delta is actually old enough that I hadn't done much drawing by this point in my life, and so I mostly wrote things instead. Those old papers are around here somewhere, but design-wise he's never been truly nailed down; just a basic mental image and the odd description or two. The one exception is an old pixel art piece I made of him in mspaint, back on the Family Computer (remember those? ^^). I was a huge fan of pokémon fusions at the time, and I'd spend ages mixing up their sprites to see what I could do. Eventually I moved onto making things from scratch (scratch spriting, what a fun term), and that lead to the one and only time I've ever drawn this guy. It took way too long, it's very clunky, and I no longer have the original file :c Lost long ago in the move between computer to laptop I imagine. Instead, I managed to find it in a gloriously 240p youtube upload set to a Linkin Park song ^^ ah child me, you never left.

All the way from 2010, here's the best surviving version I could find. And yes, the youtube bar at the bottom is in the shot; you want to fight me over it, go find and screenshot it yourself :)

It's weirdly posed, has literally only 1 shade of grey + shading for colour, the design makes very little sense, especially for the chest and torso, and he looks a lot more evil than I intended. Despite a few efforts that went nowhere later in life though, I just never managed to redraw or redesign him in a way I was happy with. So for a long time, this grey pointy spriteart has been all I ever saw of Delta. Figured he was long, long, LONG overdue an update, and so here we are :)

Though he might look very different now and have actual anatomy knowledge informing his structure now, who'd have thunk? I tried very hard to keep intact the core design features that 13 year old me added in. It's the same fella after all! Here's a quick list of basic ones, since most of them are subtle but intentional after all:

-Glass/screen face with digital expression; I think taking the top off frees him up to look cleaner, but underneath was always a smooth screen. This way he can see above himself too ^^ -'Bunny ears'; little antenna/paddles that originate from the endless runner character, who was originally something of a rabbit -Shoulder-mounted boosters. Pretty self explanatory. -Upper arm loops; this one was actually a coincidence! I guess 2010 me and 2023 me both thought the upper arm needed something ^^ -Elbow plates; these were like. A big thing. Originally able to shapeshift into blades and other tools, I had to keep them in. It wouldn't be delta without them. They're just less... accidentally lethal now ^^ old design was POINTY -Split shins; the original shins have a pair of plates on them that form a sort of 'cuff' above the foot. I honoured this by making the feet the same way, the ankle connecting between the two sides. -Spikes! His hips were feeling a little.. empty? So I gave him some electromagnetic spikey blade things he can use as tools, as well as some hardlight claw hands.