#tysm for the question too ♥

[spacecolonie]

Hello! Do you have any advice with painting? Every time I start I end up just doing lineart with colours underneath, and when I do kindles art it looks kind of like plastic. Am I supposed to merge the two layers and then start shading? What would you recommend?

Hey anon!! I actually do have some advice for that!! I'll shove it under a cut because it got way longer than I thought it would, sorry for the infodump everyone _(:3 」∠)_

quick tl;dr: painting process should consider both personal taste & the desired aesthetic of a painting, & to avoid plastic-y colours, make sure your hues vary within your values (and layer modes are ur friend) ♥

there's a million ways to start paintings & its all down to personal preference -- the end goal for the illustration can often influence the approach you take; a crisp digital painting might call for meticulous layering & sharp edged flats, but if you want something to look like an oil painting, you should try and mimic that process as close as you can! here's some examples:

this is the sketch for my FYR zine piece from last year; i intentionally approached it in a way that looks like traditional underpaintings so that when I worked directly on top, those orange tones would peek through like this:

after doing that undersketch, i manually painted everything -- no fancy layer modes, just me, one layer, and screaming ಥ_ಥ it was hard but it worked for the vibe i wanted!!

now v.s something like this:

simple shapes, roughly blocked in shading that just gets merged and painted over, as well as lots of layer modes on top for those colour changes! this is by far the easier one & the one i'd probably recommend, solely because it lets you keep more control. i go more in depth here on that -- but to quickly answer, i personally block everything (including shading) in before I merge & render!

for the other thing you mentioned, a lot of the times that 'plastic' feeling can come from either a lack of transitional shades or only using white/black for your value tones. this tweet thread (direct image links 1, 2 & 3) by frozensoba demonstrates it incredibly well -- by adding certain colour shifts in your values, it can create extra depth which is what makes stuff look more alive!! don't be afraid to really push it and get wacky

an easy way to add it while you're learning is using gradient maps to add richness in your midtones. It's not perfect since different surfaces & materials diffuse light differently, but adding one at the end of a drawing can help tie everything together. If you can do both at once though it always looks best; here's some very quick 2 minute orbs as an example:

ok I'm almost done (and im so sorry for how long this got... special interest moment TM) -- one last thing is to try varying your brush strokes & adding textures if you want. using only an airbrush or heavily relying on blurring brushes can make things look plastic too; sometimes you want that, but for the times you don't, adding some texture & leaving brush marks in can do a lot!!

lastly, since this is just me rambling, here are some artists that are incredibly talented & i highly recommend looking at for their advice & processes because it will be much more coherent than this:

Marco Bucci -- amazing educational content. if you check out any of these artists, he's the one to look at first imo. his 10 minutes to better painting series is a great place to start

Sinix Design has some amazing tutorials on anatomy & the mechanics of painting! This video & the intermediate part 2 are super

Dao Trong Le -- a veritable goldmine of speedpaints

Bo Chen & any of the riot splash artists. If that's the vibe you're after, you can't go wrong with the LoL splashes as reference

i hope that helps!!!

[cerbreus]

had a trainwreck of an in person consult for my sleeve tattoo yesterday only made better by the itty bitty yorkie shop dog adoring me and sitting on my lap the whole time.

[theorphicangel]

It's Friday again. Satoru thoughts <3 day yuuum 😚 fluff fluff !!

-> playing with satorus face and cooing at him while he's asleep. Even taking videos and pictures of his cute expressions he makes in sleep. You usually refuse to show affection to this clingy big baby. when he is asleep, tho, you can't help but coo at him, muttering sweet words at him. The plot twist for tonight is that he was pretending to be asleep!!! He didn't expect you to be all lovely with him while he was asleep. <-

♥︎love u and ur works♥︎

mwah! tysm for this ask and YES the reader can’t help but be a sucker for toru no matter how many times they deny it!

you know all too well how hard he works, the ways that he tries to provide for his students, his friends & colleagues and basically for the whole of humanity, so seeing him finally rest gives an infinite amount of relief.

so on one quiet afternoon, you suddenly find toru asleep on your chest, the two of you not even halfway through a movie that he had picked. you had noticed his quiet demeanour when suddenly he stopped butting in with jokes every time the protagonist did something.

you felt his breathing slow, chest rising and falling with his eyes shut, unmoving from you. your heart squeezes at the sight of all stress, tension and anxiety leaving his face.

this is not the first time you’ve come across satoru randomly falling asleep, hence the secret photo album on your phone titled ‘toru’s sleep pics’

as quietly as you could, you begin to take pictures of your lover. Locks of pure white hair falling just over his eyelids, messy and tangled, the way that you like it.

you can’t help but stroke a few circles on his back, lulling him into a deeper sleep, as you quietly whisper words of affection.

“you work too hard ‘toru.” you begin with a sigh, “ I hope you know that I and everyone else around you appreciate you so much, even if it isn’t obvious.” your words aren’t louder than a whisper.

“please don’t ever forget that, okay? I love you too much to even think about losing you. Who would I get to cuddle with if you don’t take care of yourself properly, hmm? nanami?.”

the last part was joke, more on the lighthearted to spare yourself from thinking about the worst. however, all humour seems to drain from your face once you hear a response.

“over. my. dead. body.”

you freeze, your hands pausing their movements. “you were awake this whole time!?”

he scoffs, “and you were doing so well until you mentioned him, love, I almost fell asleep to your sweet words.” he mumbles with a cheesy smile, eyelids still heavily drooping.

playfully, you pinch his bicep. “how long have you been doing that that for?”

“only recently. I didn’t know that you took pictures of me, my little photographer.” he hums, hands squeezing at your waist.

“I didn’t.” you lie.

“right, so if I check your phone now there won’t be an album of 500 pics of me sleeping?” He question.

you hum in defeat, “touché”

send a Friday satoru thought!!

[luveline]

we've seen bodyguard!james being soft and sweet on r, but can we possibly get more of r being soft and sweet on him? <<<<3 like she cleans and patches him up after some sort of scuffle or close call? tysm! but no pressure if you don't want to! (p.s. would that be where they'd have their first official kiss, you think? lol)

thank you so much for your request! bodyguard james forever | fem!reader ♥︎ 1.6k

James' hands shake after events. Adrenaline, no matter how many times he's defended you, will run its course. 

"Are you okay?" you ask him worriedly. 

He presses a hand, trembling still, to his forehead. A cruel looking cut tugs with the movement, scabbed over and black-crimson. 

"Fine," he says, following up with a low groan. 

His knuckles are split from an unfortunate sucker punch that had, undoubtedly, protected you from a similar facial injury. 

"You gonna go clean up?" 

He sits up. "Yeah, sorry. Just waiting for my hands…" 

You put your hands on each of his shoulders and push him back gently into your settee. "I wasn't trying to get rid of you. I don't want you to get an infection." 

His shoulders relax ever so slightly. 

"Hey," you say, "I could clean you up. If you want me to." 

"No, you couldn't. It's a mess, I don't think your pristine bathroom would survive it." 

His eyes crease with his smile. It quickly fades, an injury strained. You offer your hand to him, waiting in a tentative silence until he takes it. His fingers move to your wrist and you take his, pulling him up off of your settee with a happy sigh. 

"I'm a great nurse," you promise. "You'll be brand new by tonight." 

He lets you take him into the bathroom, a generosity to pretend you're strong enough to force him, your link tugging between you with every step. He sits on the lowered toilet seat lid and his hand forgets to let you go as you walk away. 

"I need the first aid kit," you say. 

He clears his throat, dropping your wrist. You think about it too much, the pleasure of his naturally wanting to hold onto you a blooming light you suspect radiates from your appled cheeks. You tamp down your smile and get back to business, retrieving your immaculate first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink and popping it open next to the sink. It's a huge kit, James instated, with silver sealed bandages, sterile gauze and wraps, tiny scissors and huge fabric shears, everything you could ever need to perform minor surgery. 

"Face or hands first?" you ask unsurely.

"Face is easier. It just needs disinfectant, and a butterfly stitch." 

He sees your eyes widen and laughs, though his laugh makes him wince. "Butterfly bandage, angel. It's not a real stitch. You've seen them, they're those grey plastic strips." 

You try to laugh your embarrassment away as you wash your hands. "Right, I know." 

First, you wipe the blood away from his face with a warm towel. He's gracious, closing his eyes as you lean in toward him. You're conscious that he can smell you, and you wonder if you smell good. You probably smell like sweat from all the panic, and that makes you cringe. 

"Sorry if I smell bad," you mumble. 

He opens one eye to squint at you. "You smell bad? Why would you smell bad?" His eyes close again as you wash over his mean cut. "You smell really nice. Like flowers." 

"It's the lilac and mandora perfume, in the fancy bottle." 

He hums. "Remind me again what mandora is?" 

"Citrus," you murmur, more focused on his skin than his question. 

His blood stains your face cloth, muslin slowly changing from a light cream to rusted orange. You set it next to the kit and rip open an alcohol wipe next. 

"I'm sorry," you say preemptively. "I know it'll sting. I'll be quick."  

He shakes his head. "Don't be. You couldn't hurt me if you tried." 

Why would he say that? You want to ask him. Jamie, why would you say that? It's nearly cruel, because what are you supposed to think? You bite your tongue and hold your breath as you clean the length of his wound, cringing at the feeling of the split in his skin. His tone had been so soft, a juxtaposition when compared to the ruggedness of his appearance. 

"Don't get blood on your sleeves," he says. 

"Does it matter? I'll never wear this dress again. God forbid I wear the same thing twice." 

"I wish they'd let you." 

"I'm sure you do," you mutter sarcastically. 

"I do. I'd want you to wear the one you had at your fathers Christmas Ball, the silver-gold one, with the tiny sleeves, that one was–" He hisses at your last tugging wipe. "It was beautiful. You looked beautiful." 

You stroke his forehead lightly, a stolen touch you shouldn't take. Your fingertips kiss his eyebrow, and then you force yourself away from him. 

You can't bring yourself to say thank you. Words feel impossible. 

His cut bleeds again, but it's a sluggish droplet that rivers down the slope of his temple a millimetre a second. He stays perfectly still as you pinch the skin ever so gently closed with one butterfly stitch. 

You wipe away the blood with another alcohol wipe. 

His hand is a more intricate affair. It's not shaking anymore, but it's clearly amazingly sore. You wipe off all the blood with a wipe, and apply a disinfectant cream over the worst of it. You run out of things to do. 

You're not eager to let go of his hand. 

You let your fingerpads slide over his uninjured skin until you're holding his wrist in two hands. You squeeze. There's a reverence to your touch. 

"Thank you for looking after me," you say. 

You both look up from your contiguity at the same time, comfortable enough with one another that your eyes lock and there's no awkwardness or tension. 

"They pay me," he says, "to do so. Please, don't say thanks." 

He's right, they do. They pay James to take care of your physical wellbeing. But all his compliments, all his sweet caring, that's for free. He might've taken a punch for you because he had to, but he'd hugged you in the car on the way home because he wanted to. He'd rubbed your arm, whispered, "Don't worry, sweetheart. It was a fluke, huh?" 

A fluke is the word he uses for stalker situations, people that have deluded themselves into thinking they know you, or that they need to talk to you. Now that you're in the public eye it happens more and more, and it sucks, but a fluke that grows aggressive after rejection will always be better than people who want to hurt you from the get go. Kidnappers, 'assassins', if they actually exist. 

"Can I give you a hug?" you ask him.

He lifts his chin. He has a pretty chin, a lovely jaw, and you know in your heart what you're going to do before you do it. 

"Course you can," he says cheerily. "Bring it in." 

Your arms fall over his shoulders, your wrists crossed. You rub your cheek against his mildly and breathe in his smell. The disinfectant stick tickles your nose, but his real smell, his rosemary hair oil, his lotion, has you breathing him in greedily. 

"You should change out of this uncomfortable thing," he says, big hands feeling huge as they smooth down the dip of your spine. Calluses over silk. 

"I will… It's not fun getting changed when you aren't on shift." You squeeze him tighter, wishing immediately that you could disappear. "That's not how it sounded in my head." 

"How did it sound in your head?" 

"I don't know. I like asking you what moisturiser to use, and… what nightgown to wear. I like having you there to help me out of my bracelets and necklaces." 

"An attendant can be sent up–" 

You groan wearily. "No, it's not like that, James." You pull back just enough to see his face. You're pouting, annoyed at yourself for messing it up. "This isn't as easy to say as I'd thought. I like having you with me because it's you. And it's an excuse." 

"For what?" he asks. 

Your heart hammers in your chest. You can feel it, your heart the hammer, your chest a thin piece of metal. It's thumping. You wouldn't be surprised if James could feel it too.

"Can I do something? Just this once. And if you hate it I'll never do it again. Please." 

He looks at you for long, crawling seconds. You worry he's seen straight into your head and he's unhappy with you, but he tips his head in toward yours, your foreheads a mere inch away, and says, "Alright. I trust you. Do what you want to do." 

You breathe in. You pull back your hands, leaning against the circle of his arms. Terrified, you lift your hands to his cheeks, force them trembling into the softness of his skin to hold him still. 

You lean in, and you kiss him. Shy of his lips, the slope of skin beneath them and to the left. You're too scared to go any higher. 

He makes a sound you've never heard from him before. It doesn't make it past his lips, but you're so close you hear it loud and clear. A catching breath. A smothered groan. 

You hide your face in his shoulder. 

"Princess?" he says quietly. 

"Yeah?" 

"I want you to do it again. Please."

"Maybe tomorrow," you murmur. 

He rubs your back. "Alright. I can't wait 'til tomorrow." 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

ok so. first of all, bex, hiiii! thanks for being a buddy, i adore your writing and your sense of humor ( ˘ ³˘)♥ i come to you with a mutual favorite boy!! i was wondering if you could write Leslie Vernon doing his thing, picking out his final girl (fem reader, i'm also getting self indulgent with this lol), but as he starts to plant seeds and lure her and a few friends in, she's guessing his twists, tracing the path to how he's trying to single someone in the group out (possibly doesn't know it's her until it's too late). the entire time, she's doing it with excitable golden retriever levels of interest. she's not eager to die, of course. maybe she's just too read up on the horror genre and a little shocked that she walked into one. maybe she just hopes that when it comes down to her that the killer will give her a good chase sequence. 😏 it can be nsfw or not, i'll leave the rest up to you because i know you'll do something great with this (sorry that i'm asking for a lot ;; ) so really!! tysm in advance!! ❤❤❤

Well helllloooooo Riri!

So this has been sitting in the ol box for a while but my God, I think this is totally worth the wait! I went really hard on this one and adore it, this is just like, my sexuality summed up, you know what I mean? Let’s not fucking waste time, let’s GO!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5K. Leslie Vernon X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns Used. Warnings: Terms Like Final Girl Used. Stalking. The Reader Is A Confident Little Shit. Exciteable Reader. Supportive Eugene And Jamie. You And Leslie Match. Taunting. Discussions Of Horror, Meta, Tropes. Canon Compliant Violence. Blood. Gore. Murder. Death. Fighting. Struggle. Choking. Grinding. Dry Humping. Premature Ejaculation. 

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How The Fuck?

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It is a frankly gorgeous day. 

The sun is out, it feels almost too hot considering how close fall is. He had just gotten some lunch, a BLT on toasted rye and a soda. His health is important, especially with the big night coming up so he has been severely cutting back on the smaller treats, but today was great so far, so why not indulge? 

He was in the front seat of his van, right now it was time to watch, he’d been observing for a while, and the core group was out and about on a Saturday, down town, doing what normal young adults do when free, light shopping, easy socialisation, grabbing lunch just like he had. 

After taking the first bite of his sandwich he was looking out the windshield, keeping his eyes sharp but still trying to look casual of course, he doesn't want to draw attention doing what he is. He had the window open and was leaning on one arm, resting on his elbow, soda held loosely in his grip and it took him a second too long to realise that you weren't with the group at the moment. Maybe you’d ducked into the cafe you'd all been sitting outside at for something? So unlike him to lose track of you when you were the most important one to watch, he looks down for two seconds for a napkin and this is what happens. 

He is of course going to wait this and subsequently you out until he hears a voice right next to him, saying loud and clear, a question of, “Why have you been following me and my friends for the past few weeks?” 

Leslie is not an easy guy to scare or sneak up on, usually that's his schtick after all but he manages to appear unaffected, a simple turn of his head, looking you up and down and he hasn’t actually been this physically close to you yet. He wasn’t expecting that to happen today, he wouldn’t let it throw him off his game however, careful planning can only take you so far, you still need to think on your feet and be good at improv, luckily he was amazing at “yes anding-” so there was nothing to fear, this was just a test of his skills. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked in a tone that read as confused, pulling his hand back into the car and taking a leisurely sip of his soda, and you smiled, a small cock of your head to the side, “Do I really need to repeat myself? Alright.” 

A small shake of your head, a hand comes up and tucks some hair behind your ear as you reiterate your question, “Why have you been following me and my friends for the past few weeks?”

“Again, I have no idea what you’re talking abou-” You cut him off and say with a laugh, “Come on, save it. I’m not stupid.”

He wasn’t giving up yet, he still kept on playing defence, “Listen, I really dunno what the hell you’re thinking but I can tell you that you’re wrong, it’s a small town! Is it a crime to be in the same place at the same time as you?.” He took another bite of his sandwich and you purse your lips in consideration before saying with raised eyebrows, “Not a CRIME no, but still, an awfully big coincidence for it to be happening for weeks on end.”

 A hand over his mouth as he replied, “Okay?” A lick over his lips, catching some stray mayo before continuing now that his mouthful was dealt with, he does his best to keep his tone even, “Stranger things and bigger coincidences have happened.” 

“Sure, sure. You’re right.” 

You let that hang in the air between you both, watching intently as he took another drink before speaking, “So your van-” You kicked the bottom of the door lightly for emphasis, an action that got a raise of his eyebrows, you don’t let it stop you. “-this van, was outside my friends house during our sleepover last week? Along with those scattered apples and the rather suspicious slashes on the tree outside her place we found the next morning.” 

That did make him stop. 

He caught your eye. Wide smile, leaning in a bit closer as you said, “Just coincidence again?” 

When no retort came you spoke again, “I think you’re up to something and I think I know just what it is.” 

“Do you now?” He asked, unconvinced, and you hummed, one hand slipping into your pocket, “It’s sooo clear. Just like, look at us-”

You turned, leaned your elbow next to his on the open window frame of the van and pointed down the street to the cafe’ where your friends were all seated. “-a healthy group of young adults, people you wouldn’t normally expect to hang out, but have history, investment, hit a few key demographics and tick a few boxes.” A flourish of your hand, he leaned closer, watching through your splayed fingers as they danced passing over the group before coming to yourself, a gesture down the length of your own body. You note that his eyes still follow your hand. 

A beat and then, you point to him, “A mysterious guy who keeps following us around, watching us, coincidentally always nearby, attempting to let his presence not truly be known, but felt,  however remaining ultimately unnoticeable before he really wants himself to be. Strange moments enacted by him leaves us all questioning, little clues and hints thrown out hoping to hook us, get us to do something, but what?”

He felt tense, was trying not to show it but he thinks he might be failing.

You press on, “It’s all too clear. I think you are after us for one purpose. You’re a slasher and we-” Another gesture from yourself and to your friends, “-are your target group.” 

He is stunned. 

How the fuck did you ever figure all this out?

He would need to clean this up, find a new group, this is going to totally fuck up his whole schedule, but then your hands are gripping the window’s edge and you are saying excitedly, “Ha! I Knew it! I can see it on your face! I guessed it!”

You weren’t…Scared?

No, not at all, you looked happy, barely able to contain yourself. 

You were talking a mile a minute, big grin and bouncing on your heels, “This is so fucking cool, it’s like stepping into a horror movie for real! I cannot believe you picked us, this is massively exciting for me, you have no idea.” 

You drummed your hands on the window’s edge and said, “I don’t wanna keep you from your ‘work’-”, putting air quotes around the word with a wink before saying, “-don’t let me stop you or spoil your fun, okay? I’m excited to see where this goes.” 

And just like that you were walking off, a wave over your shoulder and a call of, “Good luck!” As you made your way back towards your friends and all he could do was stare as you went. 

Fuck.

He looked down at his sandwich, some of the bacon grease had slipped out of the wrapper and onto his pants and he grimaced, suddenly his appetite was gone.

The rest of the session watching you was tense. You didn’t even glance in his direction. Just laughing it up and having a good time with your friends. He kept expecting you to give him some kind of acknowledgement but there was none and he wasn’t sure what he was meant to do in this situation. He planned for many things and situations and scenarios but not someone in his target group figuring out his whole bit without him wanting them to. 

He watched you and your friends leave and he sat there for another ten minutes collecting himself before he started up the van and put it in drive, heading off to the two people he knew could absolutely help him with this. 

He was now leaning back on the couch in Eugene and Jamie’s living room after having just spilled his guts explaining all of what went down this afternoon and his thoughts, going back over what happened before today wasn’t needed because he’d already shared the rest as it was going down over the past few weeks. 

“So what’s the problem?” Eugene asked and Leslie laughed, a frustrated sound, hand rubbing over his eyes and down his face before his arms crossed and he said, “The problem is she found me out so early! It’s gonna ruin everything, she knows and now-”

“And now what? She thinks she knows but you didn’t confirm anything. If anything you can use this to your advantage, Les. Plus, ever since those boys in California isn’t meta all the rage? Lean into it.”  Eugene said and Leslie actually considered it for a moment.

Meta was popular, it was modern and true while convention and tradition was important, newness always had to be introduced to keep things fresh and exciting, preventing things from going stale or stagnant was a must and it isn’t like he didn’t enjoy it, like or see the appeal of it. A chance to dabble more into it was exciting. Plus, Eugene hadn’t steered him wrong yet, he still had some lingering doubts, he asked, “Do you really think I can still pull this off with her being aware?”

Jamie had been listening intently from the kitchen, she had been plating up some cookies that she baked earlier that afternoon. She came into the living room, saying, “Leslie, c’mon now, if anyone can do this it’s you.”

She held the plate and offered it up to Eugene who took a cookie with a thank you. She set the plate on the coffee table in front of Leslie before perching herself on the arm of Eugene’s chair. He slipped an arm around her waist and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head with a smile as Leslie responded, “Yeah?”

Eugene responded enthusiastically, “Yes! You’re very smart, think of it as a challenge! Trying to pull one over on her when she is suspecting you and thinks she knows what is coming, it’s a chance for-” Jamie cut in, saying, “Growth.”

“Yes, exactly, a chance for growth, thank you.” Eugene praised with a squeeze of his arm around her, “Just think of how amazing it would feel to stick this landing. I think you are more than ready for something like this.”

He leaned forward, picked up a cookie, hunger, excitement and passion was reignited as he started, “Okay so help me out, which misdirect do you think would be better?”

The afternoon was spent then on planning just how he could get a leg up on you. 

He had to play this just right, had to be careful and take it easy, he took even more precautions but you just kept figuring shit out. 

No matter how well he hid, no matter the subtlety, there you were, picking up on it. He wondered if you were fucking with him, truly aware or it was just dumb fucking luck at some point. There would be some small moment that would make you stop, look around, and then somehow, inexplicably, look in his direction, point down to the clue he left in hopes of placing a quiet suggestion to pull you and your friends to the Vernon farm and you pointed down to it, before giving a thumbs up and mouthing to him, “Nice!” 

Then there was the night he actually scared you all in person, in full garb and everyone else’s faces were marred with a truly horrified expression but you were smiling so hard it looked like it hurt your cheeks, everyone else was so distracted they didn’t notice you clapping a little in your overeager thrill. But he noticed. He couldn’t stop noticing every little thing about you. 

It was infuriating. 

It was exhilarating. 

You hadn’t said anything to your friends. They were all totally ignorant, he wondered why, did you not care for them? Did you seriously think he wouldn’t go through with this? Or did you fear if you spilled the beans that this game would end? You really, really wanted to see this one through to the end and that pushed him further.

When the night arrived he was feeling a whole host of emotions, anxiety, nervousness, but mostly, he felt ready, proud, over the moon happy and joyfully enamoured with the entire process coming to a head. Tonight was even better because of your probing and pushing, it forced him to take this outing to greater heights and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t thankful for that. 

The night itself was very surprising. 

A few good twists and turns, some more improv and quick on his feet thinking but overall, it was going fantastically. Your friends were dropping like flies, there were many scares and running and screaming and yet you were still not that shaken for a seriously annoyingly long time until you came across your friends bodies in person. 

That managed to shake you. 

It was a very satisfying moment for Leslie. 

Seeing you actually scared, that cute little smile falling, the terror washing over your features, permeating into your eyes, God, it was just so delicious. It had him wanting more. 

Picking a favourite moment during this event was tricky. There was something to be said for the way blood splattered across the front of his outfit, the heat of salty iron contrasting against the cold fall air, or the pathetic sounds your friend made when he broke their neck from hanging them, but the best is of course, obvious. 

That second when you knew it was you. That one thing you hadn’t been able to work out, the one thing you hadn’t managed to figure out, who was meant to face off with him, who was the final girl? It took you entirely too long to realise that it was you. 

Witnessing the change he brought out in you was everything he felt he needed. The chase was a good one, you made your way through the orchard beautifully, strides had a good amount of confidence to them but the occasional stumble, sneakers slipping on mud did more for him than he thought even his vocabulary could capture. When you broke out of the orchard, frantically looking around, you called out to him, arms out, proclaiming you were ready. 

It was very “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” but you didn’t care, cliches be damned, this felt real and right in the moment. “I’m right here! I know you want me, Vernon! What are you waiting for?!” 

Weren’t you so bold? Of course he picked up on the reference, he appreciated it, helped solidify it was the right choice. He sneaks around, watching you carefully and when he was right behind you he came forward, he played it just right, making sure to step on a twig and snapped it audibly enough for you to hear. Your head snaps to the side, eyes wide and you see him a few seconds before his hands are on you, a curse and your body jerks away, hands gripping the weapon you held tighter you try to turn as fast as possible to face him. 

You nearly trip on your own feet in the process but you manage, you stare up into that blue-grey mask, into those dark soulless voids that made up where the eyes should be and you breathed out, gaze hard and face lined with concentration and determination, “Finally. I’ve been dying for you to show up.” 

He was thankful for the mask, if not for it you might have seen how he was unable to stop his lips from almost twitching up into a smile and that might ruin the mood. He loved this, the fight you have been putting up, the little jokes, the aspects and bits of you that had been shifting, changing, clicking just so into place to become this new person he knew you could be. He wanted to say something back but he knew it wasn’t right, not the correct moment. The tension was thick, you could feel the weight of his stare even though you couldn’t actually see his eyes, and the next moment happened, the one he’d been craving, aching for God knows how long in pure anticipation to experience. 

You swung at him. 

Thick and heavy two by four laden with rusty nails that threatened tetanus gripped between your hands came towards him with an impressive speed and the fight began. The first blow was deflected but it still hurt, the way and the angle it hit his forearm causing a small shock of pain to his system. 

You weren’t deterred. You swung again and again, he swung back, managed to get a few blows in, your face was going to be a little worse for wear. You tasted blood and were thankful your teeth all seemed intact. 

The last strike managed to hit him hard. A few of those bent and twisted nails bit into his palm when he reached out and managed to grab onto it. He held back the hiss of pain, blood spilled, leaked through the puncture wounds of the nails and down his wrist and arm, he took advantage however and ripped the wood from your hands. He used his other hand to remove it, pulling hard to release the embedded nails, he flung the improvised weapon aside, and you managed to surprise him again, a small look away when he threw it meant that when he looked back he wasn’t counting on you racing towards him, you charged him with a yell. Your arms around his waist, hands locked behind his lower back as you tackled him, the slippery mud had already made your scuffle difficult when standing but you launching yourself with this much force makes his bare feet slide, your weight thrown into him makes him topple and he falls. 

It hurt you both, he landed on your wrists and you groaned from the pain, he grunted, wind slightly knocked out of him as well as the sensation of freezing cold muck already seeping into the holes in his shirt. You don’t stop, you need to keep this momentum, you were still in disbelief that you had gotten the drop on him, you pulled your arms out from under him, scrambling so you were sitting up, knees on either side, straddling him. He didn’t waste time either, even with you on top of him his hand found its way to your throat, grip hard, managing a good hold even with the slick scarlet straining his hand but your own hand barely faltered, as you fumble along his side. He knows what you are after, his other hand joins the first and he squeezes, air is stolen, eyes want to roll back, you don’t give up.

The lack of air begins to take hold quickly, his grip is bruising, he has so much strength, he could crush your windpipe if the angle was slightly different, if you weren’t sitting fully up right on him. You are mindful to sit straight as much as you can, if you lean forward you know he could do you in, your hand feels and just as you are truly struggling to breath your hand finds it. Fingers latched onto the well worn wooden handle and you pull it towards you, stealing his sickle from where it was resting on his hip previously and you look down at him, holding the weapon, his weapon, to his throat. 

A stand off with his hands on your neck and the curved blade pressing into his and you were praying he’d break first. His hands loosened when you broke the skin, his hands didn’t lift but they did ease, sucking down a few deep breaths you keep your eyes on him.

“I’ll do it.” You heaved, hair partially in your face, sweaty and smeared with mud and blood, looking down at him, “Don’t think I won’t.” 

He knew you could. But would you?

Your hips shift and he thinks you might be adjusting, gearing up to do just that but that first move, it was just that, the first of many. It starts easy, a slow rock, “When I knew you were really going to go through with this, I got so excited.”

A laugh breaks out, his hands slip further, truly captivated as you speak while sat astride him, “I mean it is pretty unbelievable. Being cast in a real life horror movie without even being aware I was ever auditioning?” You muse for a moment that your life was the audition you supposed, you continue speaking, “It’s like a dream, a sick, fucked up, totally twisted dream.” 

More moves, an outright roll of your hips and holy shit the realisation hits like a truck, you were grinding on him, you were getting off on this. “You really threw yourself into this! Gave your all, you had us all running scared, trying to figure out where this was going, picking it apart? It’s been ruling my thoughts for weeks.”

A quiet hum leaves you, it appears the seam of your jeans was doing everything for you and surely you had to feel the predicament you were putting him in, he was hanging off your every word, choking you long forgotten as he was starting to strain in his overalls. “Even with all my fantasising about this, I never, ever would have imagined I was the one for you, that I was the one you were doing this for, that it was MY attention you were trying to catch.”

Another strong buck of your hips and a quiet moan slips out before you admit, “Well you sure got it.” 

The urge to touch was too great, his hands locked onto your shoulders and he moves too, grinds up into you and you gasp. Your grip on the handle tightened, you forced your hand down harder, the small split in his skin deepened, blood welling up, beginning to pool in the hollow of his throat and he groaned. “That was the one move you coulda made safely without me slashing your throat wide open so good job.” 

You squirm on top of him, “But you're playing a dangerous game here. Better not move any other part of yourself or I’ll watch the life drain out of you right here.” 

This isn’t at all what he was expecting. 

Would he have loved for this shift to happen between you both eventually? Of course! But on the first night? You holding his weapon to his neck, about to slide deep and ruin him, all while grinding your clothed cunt on his almost painfully hard dick, still trapped in the fabric covering himself, it had him throbbing with need, it was too good to pass up. You’d already been showing him over and over again that true planning was good, necessary, but being able to work on the fly, improv, rolling with the punches had undeniable appeal and deserved its own place. 

So fuck the timing not being what he had initially thought it would be, he let himself indulge. 

The pair of you work together. A precarious and tentative dance, you and he were unable to look away from one another as you ground down and he moved up, working on stimulating yourselves and each other. Leslie was wrecked under you in short order. He had fucked people, of course he had but somehow, some way, this, right now, fully dressed and rutting against each other, caked in dirt and blood on the wet muddy grass just outside the orchard was by far the hottest thing he had ever experienced. 

The reasons as to why were all too obvious. The night, the exchange of power, the first overt expression of your sexuality that he was bearing witness to, the fact it was directed at him. You threatening his life with the sickle you stole off his hip with startling confidence and you, just, fuck, you.

It was doing his head in. Felt like he was somewhere between swimming and drowning, alive and electric. He was panting behind his mask, his breathing matching yours in pace and pitch as he watched, your brow creased, split bottom lip from where he had landed a good hit on you earlier tucked between your teeth. 

He watches the pleasure play out over your face, the emotion tinting in your eyes, you reach forward with your other hand, fingers hook under the bottom of his mask and he tries to turn his head to prevent you seeing his face. He wants it on, wants the game to continue, doesn't want to break the fantasy, you grunt, a shake of your head, “Uh-uh. Don’t fight it.” 

Another push of the sickle makes him relent, a reminder you could end this right here, he doesn’t want that, not yet, not till you fall apart on top of him. He allows you to peel his mask away, tossing it aside. You look down on his sweat stained and made up face. “There you are.” 

You looked pleased to see him, really see him as he was. He pressed down on your shoulders, forced you tighter to him, making it so the grinding on one another was stronger, more pressure, better.  

"Can't hide from me." It leaves you as if it is the sweetest melody, sing-songy and caught in the no-mans-land between a laugh and a moan as you swirl your hips.

The moans were breaking up your panting, you struggle to keep pace, and were you really going to? Was he going to get to not only see you cum while grinding yourself on him but be the reason that you experience such pleasure for the first time from another person? 

It proved too much. He is dragged to the edge in the blink of an eye.

His own head thrown back, hitting the damp ground, tendons in his arms and neck flex, sweat trailing down his temple and the tension breaks. A groan leaves him, his own hips stuttering up into you, eyes can’t leave as you watch him cum into the tight denim concealing him. Your own end is sealed by the knowledge that you made the big bad killer who gutted all your friends tonight bust in his overalls like he was a nervous and inexperienced teenager. 

“I got you.” You taunted, breathlessly before you tumble over the edge into hard earned bliss.

Your peak hits with a weak whimper, the pleasure spikes, back arching and even with your clammy and trembling hand, you manage to move it. You pull, dragging the tip that had already broken the skin earlier slice through. He hadn’t even truly finished cumming when you slashed, you were mid-orgasm yourself when you slowly split his throat open. The move was from left to right and when you reached the opposite side from where you started you jerk the sickle and with a flourish it pulls free, blood splatters over you just as it had to him earlier.

Another roll of your hips, drawing out your pleasure as much as possible, wringing out every ounce of sensation possible from your pulsing clit trapped against your soaked underwear. Your mouth is open, you taste salt and unfiltered him across as your tongue, feel his grip loosen, the sounds of him choking on his own blood and struggling to breathe acting as the soundtrack for your climax, a feast for your eyes as you watch the life drain from him under you, just like you promised earlier.

Sensation reaches it's natural end as does he.

Your hips slow and then eventually stop. Your chest rising and falling, you attempt to catch your breath, you drop his sickle beside him, it hits the ground with a thump .The bloody back of your hand wipes over your forehead, it smears crimson against the slick skin as you move your hair aside. You stay there for a moment. 

Just looking down at him.

Taking it all in. 

The cool evening air on your skin, the quietness of it all now that the struggle is over, the sense of finality. 

You make yourself get up on shaky legs, you move off of him and turn to leave him behind.

Before the entrance of the orchard you pause. A bite of your already hurting bottom lip you can’t help yourself. You turn, look over your shoulder and see he is no longer there. The only clue of your struggle and his body is flattened grass and spilled blood.

A laugh tears out, it makes you roll your eyes fondly, hands stuck in your jeans pockets, you turn forward again, start to walk the way you came in, as you call out, “You son of a bitch, I’ll get you next time!”

You leave with the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, outfit, including your underwear, completely ruined.

He was nearby, already wrapping his throat to stop the bleeding. You did a decent job but you didn’t cut nearly deep enough and missed the major arteries, all the same it was impressive, he couldn’t be happier. Even with the pain, the shaking fingers that were rushing to cover his wound, he smiled. This was going to scar up nicely, the first memento he got to keep from a hopefully long back and forth as slasher and final girl. 

He took off, hand on his throat, holding white that was steadily staining red, making his way to Eugene and Jamie’s to get stitched up properly. He thought about what you called out, he hoped you would get him even worse next time. If you were so smart and savvy your first time out, he can only imagine how you are going to be the following outing you shared, he’d need to plan well, step his game up if he had any hope of measuring up. 

You did have very high expectations and he’d be damned if he couldn’t meet them. 

Were it not for how much he was hurting and the fear that if he did that it would worsen his bleeding he’d be humming, “So This Is Love.”, as the events of the evening already wanted to replay over his mind. 

[tomato-fendo-writes]

It might be a spoiler inducing question, so you can answer it as vaguely as you'd like, I wouldn't mind.

I'm always on the hunt for fics where Kazuya and Lee have good brotherly relations, and so far only one other and yours have satisfied that want. I love the premise of your work and love where you're going with it, and the character portrayals in my opinion are spot on.

I'm curious how you're going to develop their relationship, and how much, as in whether they'll be full blown brothers by the end but knocking some sense into them.

Also, your work has been amazing and I can't wait for more chapters ✨. You've got me deeply invested.

Sorry if the ask got a bit too long. Take care 🫰🏼.

!!! tysm!!! im having a blast with these characters and story so far, and im so glad so many people are saying they think im doing a good job with them :'D

with kaz and lee, i wont say much, but there will certainly be a good deal of development between them, its the secondary focus after kaz's personal arc and his relationship with jin. cant say where its going exactly for spoilers of course, but i think youll enjoy it!! i gotta ask tho, whats the other fic that you speak of? 👀

i hope to have chapter 8 out a little quicker than the last one was, but no promises - it will come out tho, i swear lol. take care yourself! ♥ 🫰🏼

[mythvoiced]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME:  Lena ♥

PRONOUNS: she/they ♥

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Generally I’d say Discord, because my brain has difficulty computing with IMs due to the small window size, BUT fair warning, I’m aggressively slow

NAME OF MUSE(s): I feel like this question is targeted against multimuses lmao, LET ME- Patrick, Zhìjiàn, Eunjae, Domenico, Karube, Seona, Yihwa, Chén, Ajay, Shin, Nathaniel, Doe, Anauel, Titus, Yoshino, Hyun, Miyoung, Samuel, Chulsoo, Nuntius, Diana, Kaeden, Sabriel, Lotte, Han, Sarang, Yeonghon, Ajit, Thanh, Soleiel, Fabian, Sköll, Jung-sik, Seok-ju, Rang, Es, AND some future new additions/revamps Cesare, Michael, Anton, Julian, and Taejoo ♥ God I hope I didn’t forget anyone, that’d be embarrassing-

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Now thinking back on it, I was rping with my desk neighbour (how do you call this-) way back in middle school oh my god-- so, like, since 2013? Can I get away with not doing maths--

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumblr and Discord, but Discord doesn’t really do it for me too much--

BEST EXPERIENCE: Oh man, definitely right now, it just keeps getting better, which I hadn’t thought possible? I’m surrounded by super wonderful chill people whom I feel safe to just vibe around, I’m loosening my choke-hold on myself, I enjoy the muses I have and what I get to write, I am OBSESSED with my rp partner’s muses, I’m having a wonderful time rn~

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Frankly, I usually struggle figuring out what fits into this category/categories, but I think as a dealbreaker, time limitations? If you’d like to drop a thread after I’ve been taking a hot moment to reply to it, YES that’s your right and just and fair and I welcome it, but I can’t rp with time constrictions that only put more pressure~ That’s the biggest one I can think of~

MUSE PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I always thought it was angst, but truth is, I just really like? Thoughtful development? I like to see relationships grow and the characters through them, I enjoy watching the way two characters play off each other and whichever genre will give me this, will give me characters being challenged in their given developmental stages, is the One™ (also, can I get fluff and angst as a mixture?)

PLOTS OR MEMES: Generally, plots! But as Ferre said, memes are also great as ice-breakers and kickstarting plots, so I basically agree wholeheartedly with them here~

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I have a tendency to shoot for the longer ones but I generally prefer adapting to my partners ;W;

BEST TIME TO WRITE: God I wish I knew~

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): 120% AGREE WITH FERRE! There’s most definitely some part of us in the characters we write, I also believe we tend to write character traits we have a particular relationship to, whether or not we actually possess that trait, SO YES! 

tagged by: the greatiest @ofgentleresolve ;W; TYSM ♥ tagging: @eclavigne @etherealve @voxvulgi @the27percent @theimpalpable / @jeoseungsaja >:3 @intergalacticxmisfits @wantedformanysins @dolceclavier @derelictsouls @lcghthouse @clairdclunc @nouvelis​ & YOU ♥

[a-heart-of-flame]

hello! i’m here for ur free tarot readings! could i pls have a love/connection read on me and S.I? we have a class together and get along rlly well, i have some romantic interest in her and think she's cute! tysm! -🫧🪷🧩

Hello 🫧🪷🧩 Thank you for requesting a reading from me c: Below the cut is your reading, and if you have any feedback for me once you've gone through it I would love to hear it ♥

I do not do readings that would attempt to answer what another person is thinking or feelings, as it's not within my ethical paradigm to do so. With this in mind I took some liberty in reframing your request to center it on you, instead. I decided to ask: 1. What are your most attractive qualities? 2. What qualities might need addressing in order to pursue a relationship in general, and specifically with S.I? The cards on the left are for 1. The cards on the right are for 2.

My Interpretation: 1. You seem to possess a strong emotional nature and inherent empathy for others. You seem to be highly intuitive and sensitive to others needs. You also appear to have a stability of mind and presence that others can rely on. They can count on you to uphold boundaries for yourself as well as respect those of others ♥ 2. This sequence of cards gave me some thought, but I think that's because they are deeply tied to the first sequence, more than I had anticipated! I was originally a bit taken aback by your 2 first cards as they make quite a contrasting image; an emotionally deep Queen and a rather authoritative and grounded Emperor. They are rather opposites! This gave me a clue to the Judgement card, however. The Judgement card is a strong call to make a change of some kind, to merge two opposite things into a new, third thing. It would seem that while you are indeed a person who upholds boundaries and are supportive of others, perhaps you do this to excess? Your own emotions might end up neglected in your strong desire to be there for others and uphold boundaries of what you consider to be right and wrong, and I think the cards are encouraging you to let go of some of that earnest responsibility for others. Other people are ultimately responsible for their own emotions, and needs. We can be inclusive and kind but we cannot perceive or predict everyone's needs at all times! We need to take care of ourselves too. The page of cups gave me a message of a gift of some kind, and as I dug into this reading intuitively I feel that the cards are encouraging you to accept other people's feelings openly and without so much need to cater to them or care for them constantly. Fill your own cup first. Perhaps this is especially true for your connection with S.I. Take care of yourself first so that you can be receptive and open for her emotions if there should be any. Anyone who would make a good partner in a relationship of any kind, be it romantic or platonic, need to know how to uphold their own boundaries and speak their own needs. Do not take on the burdens of everyone around you, at all times ♥ As an addition I drew an Oracle Card for you, to give some advice on the second question of your reading:

The affirmation "I welcome transformation and intuition into my life" might be beneficial for you. Allow yourself to feel intuitively into things more-so than approach them with analysis and contemplation. Ground yourself and let go of the need to be there for others constantly, and attempt to ease the fears that might come up with that process, perhaps you are afraid that if you're not constantly showing up for others they will not find value in you? This is not true, you are worthy just as you are, not only for what you provide for others. Much Love, Safi

[yesdramas]

duplicate frames anon: tysm omg........ idk whether i suck at googling but i had NOT been able to find an answer to that question and you answered it the day i asked and so clearly too! i'll definitely be coming back to your answer to my q. you're a lifesaver, have a great day! ✨

you're welcome sweetie!! if you have any trouble with the frames again, drop by and I'll gladly try to help you again! you too, have a nice day ♥

[simpywhore]

(First time doing this idk if I’m doing it right lol)

ONCE AGAIN CONGRATSSSSS YOU DESERVE IT !!!

OKAY SO FOR WHAT YOUR BLOG SMELLS/ TASTES LIKE- apart from grape cause like the colour theme hehe (and cause grape 🍇- the meme haha) I WAS THINKING LIKE CANDY/SWEETS BECAUSE (and I have a well thought out reason too hehe) :

BECAUSE CANDY-> sugar high-> hyperactiveness-> fun times and fun energy hehe

ALSO rindou as a cat/ dog 😆 I feel like that will be pretty interesting XD

And linking onto that let’s settle the age old dilemma: cats or dogs ?

HAVE A GREAT DAYYY!!! ♥ \(≥◇≤)/

DW BESTIE YOUR ASK IS WHOLESOME AND TYSM AGAIN AAAAA (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Purple grapes yes yes 😌🤌✨ SUGAR RUSH HDADABFABDF IT’S LIKE A 24/7 HIGH WITH a hint of thirstiness. I’M GLAD YOU THINK ITS FUN 😭💖💖

❣ He is the type of “I won’t hesitate to bite your head off” dog. But yet, he’s all soft and cuddly when he’s alone with you 🤌✨ 

❣ Very protective of you, his loyalty is so precious istg. No one dares come close to you because of him lmao-

❣ Has to be on a leash whenever you take him out for a walk, cuz you wouldn’t wanna risk having to pay for someone’s hospital bill again 🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺 

❣ He hates getting cold, his lil sneezes are so cute tho dahfhsabfa you couldn’t help but take a vid of him sneezing and saving it in your favs 😌💖 

❣ He hates bath time but will gladly comply if you promise to play with him all day. He just craves your attention <3 

❣ Looooves when you dry his fur, you know how those air force are kinda strong? Yea he tries to bite them 💀💀💀 anddd he still does.

❣ Very picky with his food, and won’t eat till you serve it in his fav bowl smh 😒😒😒 

❣ Tho he’s quite aggressive with others, and had a history of giving his past trainers multiple stitches, he would never try to hurt you. Poor bby would feel so terrible if he did hurt you on accident. His tail drooping as well as his ears, curling up into a ball on his bed, and refusing to play with you cuz he’s afraid that he’d hurt you again. :((

❣ Has beef with any small creatures 💀✋ He’d be chasing them down like a maniac who just escaped the mental hospital or sum. Very psychopathic and chaotic at the same time. (I swear you’re rethinking if he has rabies or not.)

❣ Brings you random gifts all the time, 😭💝 like shiny rocks, dead animals he caught (rats, birds, squirrels, etc...) and so on.

❣ Never sleeps in his own bed smh, he’d always sleep with you no matter what. You even start question why you had bought him his own bed when he’d just crawl and sleep with you anyways.

❣ Best guard dog ever, can’t change my mind. You literally have those dog warning signs everywhere around your house istg.

Answer: I’m more of a dog person but cats are pretty cute ngl, I also have cat allergies so that’s why dogs are more compatible with me pfffft hsbdhasfhsdfsfaw 

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello! I'm in a bit of a pickle right now with finding resources. I'm currently working on a story where one of the main characters is a private investigator. He's hired by a wealthy woman to find the body of her brother after it was stolen from the morgue, and the police are dragging their feet to locate it. I don't even know where to begin with researching this! I want this story to be accurate, but finding a reliable resource is proving to be difficult, do you know where I should begin? tysm!

Researching a Private Investigator Story

It's difficult to research a topic you don't know much about, because you don't even have a baseline of knowledge as a jumping off point for further research.

So, if you haven't already, I would strongly recommend watching some TV shows and movies that focus on the investigative process. That could be anything from Dateline and 48 Hours to any number of investigative documentaries or dramas. There are also a lot of investigative documentaries on YouTube, as well as videos about private investigation, often posted by private investigators themselves. There are probably also some interesting books out there that cover private investigation.

The baseline of knowledge you will gain will give you an overall understanding of the investigative process. Even if some of what you learn is more Hollywood than real life, you still have enough of a visual to be able to imagine what your character needs to do. Then, when you reach specific elements you're not sure about, you know exactly what you need to research. Or, if something in your head feels too Hollywood, you can research that, too, to see what the reality is.

I hope that helps! ♥

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Thank you a lot! TT I’ll keep the message game open for a bit more, and once I will have answered at least to a good amount of asks (remember I’ll be slow cause I have others things to do too), I will re-open all the intuitive questions and readings to celebrate! 

tysm again♥♥

[luveline]

hi hello :)) your dad!eddie fics with roan gave me so much joy today !! may i request a drabble with reader and eddie preparing breakfast and they're being cuddly and then roan just comes out of nowhere and is like 'me too!!' and they just have a really affectionate breakfast and morning ??

yes of course tysm for ur request! ♥ fem!reader

"I don't know how this works," you say through laughter, Eddie's hands cold as ice where they've worked under your shirt. They slowly warm, stealing your heat greedily.

He crosses his arms over your naked tummy and squishes you against him with a thoughtful hum.

"The stove?" He hooks his chin over your shoulder. "Me neither. Me and Roan live off of trail mix and McDonald's."

"You're kidding."

He kisses your shoulder quickly. "Yes, of course I'm kidding. You hold down that small button and turn- yeah, that's the one. Wait for it to- You got it." He dots another kiss against your shoulder, this one lingering longer and leaving behind a dampened kiss mark. "Smarty-pants."

"I try."

You wait for the pan to heat up, one hand covering Eddie's arm affectionately and the other held above the stove. You wait until the heat kisses your palm before lining the bottom of the frying pan with oil.

"How many?" you ask.

"How many do you eat?"

You shrug. "How many for you? And Roan? You have two, right?"

He looks at his carton of eggs and beams, feeling flippant and carefree. "How about two each?"

You nod and crack an egg perfectly against the rim of the pan. Eddie watches your cooking in silence, though he supports you against his chest and drops an abundance of slow kisses down the slope of your neck.

"Gonna make the toast?" you ask him.

"And miss this? Never."

You laugh. It feels like a very private kind of humour, a near silent huff that Eddie only knows of because he can feel your torso trembling under his hands. He laughs into your shoulder, spends another kiss against your skin.

Small footsteps sound down the hall.

"Watch out. Trouble's awake."

You try to pull his hands from under your shirt though he's being perfectly chaste and he fights you. "I'm gonna burn myself," you protest with little urgency.

"I'll kiss it better if you do."

"Yes," Roan says as she appears, loud despite her small frame and extremely excited. "Cuddles! Dad, pick me up."

Eddie kisses you again and finally retracts his hands from your skin.

"Say please," he drawls, already leaning down to grab her.

He hugs her against his chest and pulls down her nightie were it's riding, a soft cotton on the inside with a sweet tulle skirt to make her look like a ballerina.

"Good morning," Eddie says, kissing her cheek. Roan smiles at him until her lovely eyes squint and her lashes tangle.

He wipes the sleep from her eyes one at a time. You turn to them with a spatula in hand and fawn.

"Hey, baby. You look like you had a really good sleep," you say warmly.

She extends her arm toward you and you step into her reach, likely thinking she's gonna touch your hair or face. She doesn't, groaning in exertion as she stretches her arm and fights Eddie's hold to get her hand behind your neck.

"Hug," she says simply.

You beam, smother it, put the spatula down on the counter beside the frying pan still spitting oil as the eggs sizzle and slide your arm around Eddie's lower back. He does the same but higher, his bicep curling behind your shoulder blades. You huddle together as a group, heads slowly inclining until your foreheads knock.

It's not enough for Roan. She nags until you and Eddie are hugging and her body is snug between you both, her face to Eddie's chest.

"Roan," you begin, smiling sheepishly.

"Yes," she says. "Kiss."

"How'd you know that's what I was gonna ask?" you question, startled but delighted.

"You must ask her twice a day," Eddie says. "What? Don't look at me like that, you do!"

You kiss his daughter's temple and let your own temple rest against his cheek. "She's just so kissable. Not my fault you made her like that."

He rolls his eyes. "Sorry. I'll make the next one ugly."

"Good. Thank you."

Your hand works under the hair at the nape of his neck. You card through it until you find Roan's own fingers where they pet, much less kindly but with the same loving intentions.

"I gotta get the eggs," you mumble.

"In a second."

"Eggs?" Roan asks. "Pancakes?"

"Oh, get off," you say hurriedly.

Eddie peels away from you with a bemused grin. "What now?" he asks.

"Do you have another frying pan?" You ignore his question and replace it with your own, already opening the cabinet under his sink.

"For what?"

"For pancakes, idiot."

He looks down at Roan's cherubic smile and pokes her cheek chidingly. "You always get what you want. It's gross."

"Bacon?" Roan adds, clueless.

"Eddie-"

"Yeah, I know," he says with a long suffering sigh, putting Roan back down on the linoleum floor. "I'll go get some."

-

more roan and eddie

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i hope you don't mind me sending a request!! is it ok if you write smth abt rio with an s/o who's prone to anxiety and needs constant reassurance? tysm in advance ♥︎

｡ﾟ･ Rio with an anxious S/O who needs constant reassurance - Headcanons ･ ｡ﾟ

✩ Warning: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

☆ Author's notes: hey anon, thank you for requesting! As someone who also deals with anxiety, I know it can be really tough but I hope this post brings you some comfort. My askbox is open in case anyone needs somebody to talk. ♡

• When you started to date Rio, you felt nothing but excitement about your new relationship. But as you got closer and closer to him, you realized there was something about you he didn’t know yet.

• Anxiety was, at this point, part of your everyday life. Your boyfriend would eventually notice it.

• The idea itself was terrifying. Suddenly you started to question your relationship and feel the uncertainty of not knowing how Rio would react to your constant need of reassurance. How were you supposed to tell him about it? Would he understand?

(More under the cut)

• Such feelings came back during one of your dates. You were at his camp, near the tent. Rio was cooking something with the ingredients you had brought.

• Everything was going well.

• Yet somehow, without explanation, your worries were taking control of your mind. You were having a panic attack.

• Rio glanced at you for a moment. He knew something was going on.

• He came closer to you and, holding your hands, he started to take deep breaths, inviting you to do the same.

• “Look at me. I’m here for you, love.”

• His words and actions made you feel like you could rely on him. Struggling a bit, you managed to follow his instructions. Soon your heart rate slowed down and your hands weren’t trembling anymore.

• Rio then gave you a warm embrace and gently patted your back, asking you if you needed to talk a bit.

• Feeling more relaxed, you realized that keeping it to yourself wouldn’t help, so you told your boyfriend about everything: your anxiety, eventual panic attacks, and need of reassurance.

• He was a bit surprised at how you managed to hide that from him until now. At the same time, he was very understanding and more than willing to help.

• Since that date, Rio grew to be more observant of you.

• He’d quickly notice when you were dealing with anxiety and would calm you down before doing whatever he was planning to. Your well-being is a priority to him.

• If you were having a panic attack, Rio would make sure you knew those feelings were temporary and that things were going to be okay.

• Rio would gradually change the subject to prevent you from focusing on your anxiety. He actually enjoys hearing you ramble about your favorite things.

• He is usually physical when demonstrating affection; he is a man of few words after all. However, knowing your emotional needs, he has put a lot of effort telling you more often how much he loves and supports you.

• You guys would be watching a movie and during a silent moment, he would whisper in your ear:

“I’m so glad you’re here with me.”

• Or maybe you would be talking about something bad that happened in your day and he would say:

“I know you will get through this. You always do. Just know that I’m here for whatever you need, love. ”

• And no, this isn’t bothersome to him at all.

• He likes the idea of telling those sweet things more frequently. Getting to hear them from you feels good too.

• Besides, those difficult moments are a great opportunity to get to know more about each other as you two cuddle inside Rio’s tent, covered by the warmth of your favorite blanket.

[muyuuoffline]

Uwaa i dont see a lot of pjsekai imagines going around and im so happy when i found this 🥺 can i ask for a 1 and 20 from the relationship list thing with Ichika please? tysm!! <33

Aww thank you very much! I hope they end up alright! 💘

[1] & [20] with Hoshino Ichika

1. ♥ Do they seek out love or let it find the? Are they even interested in romance?

Ichika is someone quiet and preffered listening over talking, but this doesn't necessarily mean she dislikes taking domination over the conversation, but more like she isn't very good at communicating with people whom she's never talked with before.

So when someone asks her about a somewhat compromising question such as this one, i'd imagine her getting very flustered and red at the moment, not knowing what kind of reply she could make.

She can be very shy, and wouldn't know what to say. after calming down to her senses, she would give the query a bit of thinking. there wasn't really a time where she fantasized herself with an imaginary partner, and just thinking about the subject made her face heat up. she isn't particularly against the idea of seeking for love, and would actually like having the idea of a lover, though she wishes it would be at the right time and at the right place. she didn't feel like she had to rush in and find a soulmate, and just leave it to its natural course.

20. ♥ How did their relationship start?

She remembered it clear as day.

It wasn't as if Ichika considered you a stranger.. just, a very attractive stranger. who she would sometimes bump into at the CD shop.

Ichika always admired the way you look. your confident frame with flamboyant clothing was a perfect match, never failing to catch short and long glimpses from strangers.

She remembered that time she exceptionally gazed at you for too long that your eyes suddenly met. you didn't raise a brow or question her stare, but your smile simply widened. she felt so embarassed and immediantly apologized. you were very casual about it and shrugged it off with a grin, never questioning her. it continued with you taking the lead, sharing a few artist recommendations. Ichika was very relieved, but also glad that the two of you pretty much had the same taste in music. not only that, you both liked the same songs.

The way you spoke about your love for Miku's music felt so commending. the way 'this' part of the lyrics felt like a strong, yet kind melody felt mutual for her. Ichika didn't remember how long the two of you talked. but if it wasn't for you mentioning that it was already dark outside, the two of you would've probably continued talking until the shop itself had to closed down.

She couldn't imagine that she can feel so giddy and eager when talking to someone who shares the same passion as her. it feels so good and gratified, and it ended up with you giving her number. before going home, the warm smile on your face felt captivating, perhaps too captivating enough to enter her dreams.

[g4rous]

is genya shinazugawa you’re favourite character from kny ? if so , then is there a certain reason as to why that is , or do you just don’t know ?

srry if this is a very random / weird question , I’m just really curios is all UwU

remember to drink plenty of water and make sure to take care of yourself (*´∀`)~♥

Aa no need to apologize I love getting asks like this!! And tysm please remember to take care too 🥺💗

And lol omgvdvdvb yess he definitely has a special place in my heart 😭💞💞 Let’s be honest, his debut wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy so after mildly irritating me I didn’t pay too much attention to him

That is, until I reached the Swordsmith Village arc where he had a more detailed introduction,,

Of course there’s something way deeper than just that uptight, hostile exterior, and in that arc we were shown the true colors of Genya Shinazugawa; a man with a golden heart and loving personality hidden beneath all that ruggedness. In all honesty his moody moments are so amusing to me svsvsv but back on point, I really fell in love with his character. All the hardships and dear people he lost made him push away those who show care for him, because he didn’t want to see them get hurt too, like coping for all that happened. Despite it all he is more than capable and willing to love and be loved, in essence that is all he wanted in the end. That same will to protect others led to his grim fate in the final arc, but if he hadn’t done that, what would have happened then? I know for a fact that he was the key part in defeating the atrocious Upper Moon One, and that his courageous, noble will encapsulated all that is he.

To conclude, he is a precious baby who deserved the world and no one can or will change my mind 💗