#yeah not drawing the whole stained glass

[amcdrawnon]

A different kind of Dive

[ddejavvu]

Sorry I probably wasn’t clear in my last ask about farmer!James. What I meant was that he’s just out like hauling hay or something (I’m from Iowa and I still have no idea what farmers do). And he takes his shirt off and there’s just abs and you can see his cock through his jeans. I’m literally drooling at the thought. 😁 please and thank you.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

mmf... i am sooo big on dicks that are big enough where you can just see them all the time. especially farmer!james who's been working out, he's got that adrenaline pumping, he's sweating, he's heavy breathing, and it's just a little stiff.

i'm thinking farmhand james who maybe works on your family's farm, or maybe you both work for the same little mercantile but you're inside behind the register and he's in the storeroom hauling crates of product. either way, he's outside and sweaty, you're inside and ogling him.

he's got the hots for you. he gets googly eyes whenever he sees you, and he always does this big exaggerated hand-over-the-head-whole-body-shaking wave when he tries getting your attention. you'll be working on something inside and all of a sudden he's tapping on the glass and you turn to see big sweaty beefy farmer!james with a hoe still in his hands grinning at you and breathing on the window to draw a little heart in the fog <3333 and yeah you're staring all mushy gushy at the heart but something else is mushy gushy at the sight of his tanned torso, dripping with sweat, and the bulge in his grass-stained jeans.

save a horse, ride a cowboy, and enjoy a little roll in the hay with farmer!james <33333

[darkcrowprincess]

Finally finished watching the second Percy Jackson movie:

I can see why the series didn't continue. Yeah this movie wasn't the greatest. Had a lot of things I didn't like. But there were a few I did.

Logan Lerman in general. I just love seeing him on screen.

Movie Grover. Movie Grover over all is my favorite version of Grover. He's so funny.

The little animated stain glass window cartoon of the prophecy. Honestly thought that was really creative.

Jack Abel as Luke!

The Lukercy vibes! The Lukercy vibes as bitter ex's that still hate fuck each other! The whole movie is just Percy constantly like 🙄😑 why did I lose my virginity to this guy.

The hippocampus, it's the only good bit of cgi in this movie and I want to draw it so bad.

The opening scene of the movie and the ending scene was good.

Logan Lerman narrating is so good. Guy should do audio books like Jack Abel.

Thalia. I love Thalia.

Clarissa is also fun and I want to see what other movies the actress was in.

Dionysus was funny.

Lukes ship. I love Lukes ship.

Luke playing chess.

And thats all I liked about the movie.

[eepybubble]

tell me about stained glass

yay!! it's so fun i can't wait to do it again i'm gonna tell you the whole process

so first you need to pick out your pattern/draw the design, make sure there's no weak points (lines directly through the entire piece etc)

once that's set you get to pick out your glass :D some glass is thicker than others but it doesn't matter too much unless you want it to be all the same, there's lots of different textures as well whcih can look really cool

next step is to trace the pattern into the pieces, you wanna go for the edge of the glass to save as much as possible for future projects, and if it's too opaque you need to either use a light box or cut out that part of the pattern

when it's all traced you're gonna start cutting. so get your little tool, make sure you're standing in order to get the pressure and right angle

this is the glass cutter ^^

now you gotta smooth that shit down so here's this guy

he's a glass grinder he sands down the sides into the right shape and makes sure you don't cut yourself as much. the bit is in the middle and you hold the glass with ur fingers and press it into the bit to grind it down

next is foiling but before that is cleaning bc the grinder has water in it and it mixes with the glass particles and makes it all icky so get some glass cleaner and wipe it down with a cloth

now time for foiling

this is copper foil, it comes in rolls with different thicknesses. generally one size fits most glass but thicker ones need thicker foil so it covers the side and equally on the front and back of the glass

i tend to start near a corner, then you're going to wrap it around being careful that the glass goes in the middle of the foil. once it's wrapped around once make sure it overlaps with the beginning about 1/4-1/2 inch, here you cut it

press the foil down on the sides and top and bottom of the glass, then get some kind of tool (can be anything tbh even a pencil or ruler) and rub the foil into the glass so it is fully pressed down

(random piece i found on the internet with foiled glass)

onto soldering :D

once it's foiled you're going to put the pieces together how you want them to lay in the final product. first is tacking, aka putting a small amount of solder on the intersections of glass. before soldering anything you need to put flux on the section you are soldering. (btw solder only sticks to foil not glass) flux basically is a liquid that prevents oxidation on the copper foil, making the solder stick.

there's lead free and leaded solder, i've only worked with lead free but many professional stained glass artists use leaded. it acts a bit differently when soldering but works just as well.

after tacking is the actual soldering. basically you take a stick of solder and a soldering iron and hold the solder right behind the iron so it melts and sort of drips down the edge of the iron onto the foil as you bring your iron across the foil. once you solder one side, flip it over and do the other, then the sides which is a bit different, with more tacking

after soldering you gotta clean it cuz it's dirty again so head to the sink and get some soap and a brush and scrub that shit off

then if you want you can add patina which can make the solder black or other colors i think

then there's polishing which you just scrub on with a cotton pad, you can buff it after this with just a cloth to make it extra shiny but yeah that itttt

ty for letting me rant about this if you have any more questions lemme know <3

[lillylvjy]

memento mori

Chapter 1

A/n- well hello! So. This fic is my baby, so please treat it with care. I wrote it after my friends wedding I went to and never finished it, but guess what? It’s becoming a series! And I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do:-) also this is my story au!

warnings// none in this chapter but there will be in later chapters :-)

Edited

Words: 800 (short but it’s the intro)

Let me tell you a story.

I’ll try to make it short and sweet but, it’s not that at all.

Once upon a time,

There was a person who was in love with this guy. He was charming, kind, sweet… literally the definition of perfect to them.

Now let me switch it up, this person is you.

You were in love with someone you couldn’t have. You were in love with your best friend.

Since you were 5 and in kindergarten, Wilbur has always been by your side.

Wilbur. The short, scrawny and shy kid. You always called him the three S’s. He’d obviously get upset by that, but he couldn’t deny he liked the nickname.

And you. The curious, loud, adventurous, and weird person. Now Wilbur always called you ‘CLAW’ when any of those characteristics were very prominent.

Like, ‘oh no! The ‘CLAW’s out!”

You didn’t admit it, but it was nice having little nicknames for each other.

Enough with my blabbering.

You and Wilbur met in kindergarten.

It was a cold and rainy day when the teacher announced that you would all stay inside and watch a movie, or you could color after lunch since it was wet and muddy outside.

Wilbur, being the shy kid he is, sat in the corner looking out the window watching the rain pour down the window. He placed his finger on the glass and ran his finger down it, following a single drop until he couldn’t any longer.

You, being a social and creative butterfly you were, was drawing a picture, the best you could, of the scene outside. The whole top of the paper colored grey, as you drew vertical blue lines for rain and made sloppy brown circles for mud.

You then looked up and saw him. He had curly, brown hair that seemed super tangled and needed to be taken care of. He had glasses that were way too big for his small face. His clothes were baggy and messed up. His sweater had bleach stains everywhere, his sweatpants dragged on the floor, and his shoes were barely seen but you could see him in socks and what looked like sandals. You tilted your head as you looked at him. Observing and analyzing him.

But soon enough, he caught you at the corner of his eye and looked back at you, a questioning look on his face. You quickly smiled and grabbed your drawing as you walked over to him.

As you walked over, Wilbur was also analyzing you. Your hair was straight, but very frizzy and messy from god knows what. As you smiled, your two front teeth were clearly missing from haven falling out a couple days previous. You were wearing a long sleeved shirt that said, “girls rock!” You had jeans that came up around mid calf, and we’re definitely too short for you. Your socks were pulled up, most likely, to your knees considering he never saw where they cut off, and they were mix matched. One with cats with glasses, and the other with pock-a dots. And you were wearing run down low top converse.

“Hi! I’m Y/n! What’s your name?” You asked the strange boy. You never had a good memory, so you always forgot everything a day or a week later.

“Um… I’m William. But you can call me Will.”Wilbur said, mumbling as he looked down at his hands and played with them.

“Well! Hi Will! You look lonely over here by yourself, so I’m your new friend now ok?” You asked him, handing him the picture and sitting down next to him, looking out the window.

Wilbur looked down at the drawing and then at you with wide eyes. A friend? He has a friend? Someone wants to be his friend?! Finally.

He smiled. “Yeah. Ok.” He said while looking out the window as well.

“One thing. We have to promise each other that, no matter what happens! We stick together. We are a pair. Or as my dad likes to say, we’re stuck like glue. So if someone we talk to doesn’t like the other, we have to leave that person. Pinky promise?” You said as you held out your finger towards him.

He looked at your finger and then back up at you. He smiled and nodded, slipping his pinky into yours. “Pinky promise.”

“Oh, another thing! We cannot break pinky promises!” You told him as he nodded and you both turned back to the window.

And I know! You must be thinking. This isn’t going to be a bad story. It’s going to end up with them two falling in love and blah blah blah.

Well. We aren’t even at the best, yet worst parts of this story yet.

Just you wait.

Taglist: @deadphantomsociety @jadeissues @aimi-chann @art3m1s-adelia (if you want to be added, just ask lovelies)

[1nephthys]

It's just platonic.

Word count: ~3.5k

Make it work this time, Steve. (part 3)

PLEASE DO NOT COPY.

Alright, I'm posting this again because I deleted it by mistake (istg I can use Tumblr) anddd I want to add - the title is not about Steve and reader

Everyone was siting in Wheeler's basement, asleep. Everyone except y/n. This is not how it supposed to go. Y/n supposed to sit between Robin and Max on a couch and the whole group supposed taking turns to keep an eye on her.

"Earth to Dustin. Hellooo!" Eddie kept saying on the other side of walky-talky. It was laying beside Steve so he woke up first.

"Eddie?" he asked still kind of out of this world.

"Stevie? Heyy! Listen, I know we are probably not a the best terms, but I will need some food soon. It would be nice if-" Eddie talked on the other side of Dustin's device when Steve finally looked around the room.

His eyes finally laned on the couch. On the empty space between Robin and Max. Exactly were y/n was supposed to sleep. "Not now Eddie" he said quickly. Before the guy on the other end had any chance to answer and beg him to listen, Steve was already on the stairs. Hell, he was already on the corridor, screaming her name.

"Morning, Steve. Are you okay, sweetheart?" Nancy's mom asked him. He looked around and noticed the girl he was looking for. She was sitting with her back to him and headphones on. She probably didn't even heard him. But what important, she was all fine and in one piece.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. Everything's alright" He answered after a second as he took few deep breaths.

"I think it's so sweet of you to care for your girlfriend. But don't worry she's fine. This murder will not get her in this house." Karen said. She had no idea about anything. This murder could get her anywhere. And he couldn't call her his girlfriend.

"She's not- we broke up. In high school." He explained which gave him a little stab to the heart.

"Oh, I'm sorry" She gave him sympathetic smile.

He ignored her and sat beside y/n. "Hey."

"Hey" she answered as she took her headphones off and put it around her neck.

"You scared me" he said. He didn't sound angry, mad or upset. He sounded worried, really worried.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep." She smiled a little at him "you kept blasting music in my ears, for some reason." he chucked.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that" he said with a smile, it was making his heart so happy to finally talk with her, even joking when no one was around, just the two of them. He looked at the table and noticed a map and pencil. "What's this?" he asked.

"It's- you know, when I was there I saw some things. There was mainly this red fog but- it's may be stupid but.. also random pieces of- I don't know- a house? Then this fucking towers and- and bodies-"

"Y/n- I'm sorry you needed to see that" He said as he put his hand on her shoulder. She appreciated it.

"It's fine- I'm gonna be okay." she rescued. Not sure if she did it for him or herself. She looked over at map again. "But I saw something specific. The only thing that was actually clear. I saw window- like not just a window. Stained glass with roses. I'm just sure I've seen it somewhere. Now, I'm trying to figure out where exactly." She told him. Steve wanted to help, he was thinking for a few seconds before some idea appeared in his head.

"Can you draw this stained glass?" He asked her as he grabbed the container of crayons and piece of paper that younger Wheeler girl probably left there earlier.

"I will try my best" y/n responded and quickly started drawing. Steve was looking at her hands, he remembered how good of artist she was. As soon as she started coloring he knew this door. He looked at the map, she was too focused on drawing to noticed.

"It's there." He said as he pointed on one of the crosses she made earlier. "It's Victor Creel's house" he looked at her. This house was abandoned for years, some teenagers were making jokes that it was haunted.

"Of course it is. He is connected with Vecna, somehow" she said under her breath.

"I will wake up the rest, we are going there." Steve said as he stand up, y/n after him and soon the whole group were siting in his car without any idea where they were going.

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They finally made it to the house. There were little, old playground next to it and a lot of wilted plants. It was ruin, all windows and doors boarded up, but y/n still could see a little bit of this stained glass.

"Is it the house you saw there?" Nancy asked from the back of the car. Y/n was sitting on a passenger seat next to Steve.

"I mean- I guess? The door is the same. And it's make sense." She answered, not taking her eyes off ruined building.

"Alright, we will go. Robin, you will stay there with y/n" Steve ordered, surprising everyone in the car.

"Fine with me" Robin commented.

"No. Are you kidding? Why would I stay there?" Y/n asked him.

"Because it's dangerous. Especially for you. What if he looking for you? And if this place is really connected with him, he might feel you there or something. We're not risking" He explained. Bullshit. She thought.

"He might be right" Dustin said from the back seat.

"You little traitor" Y/n said under her breath. "Come on." she said and before anyone had any chance to stop her, she was out of the car on her way to the door.

"You really tried to stop her?" Max asked, looking at Steve and then Dustin as she got out of the car and went to y/n's side.

Everyone else went after them, Nancy took crowbar and soon they were taking boards off the doors, showing more and more of stained glass.

"What we are looking for in this creepy-ass house, again?" Robin asked as she was looking at Nancy. Steve came to help her.

"We don't know exactly but we know this house is important to Vecna so maybe we will find out where he is. why he's back. why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for y/n." Nancy explained.

"But you don't really think he is in there, do you?" Lucas asked, looking at Steve's back.

"We will find out." Max said, now nerves were getting into her.

Steve dropped last board, showing the group stained glass in all its glory. "Y/n. You sure it's what you saw?" He asked, looking at the girl. Everyone was looking at her, but she barely heard him.

Instead, she heard someone else.

"Y/n." hard, low voice said "What are you doing in here, y/n?"

"Y/n?" Steve said again, since she didn't look away of the door.

"Uh, yeah. I'm- I'm sure it's there" She said after a second.

"Alright" Steve tried to open the door "It's locked." He said, like nobody noticed "Should I knock, see if anybody's home?" he asked.

"No need" Robin said, behind everyone's back, holding a huge rock in her hand. "I found key."

It took her seconds to shatter the window and put her arm in the hole, to open the door from inside.

"Ladies first" she gestured to Steve.

"Very funny" he said sarcastically but went first anyway.

Nancy went behind him, then Dustin, Lucas and Max. Robin was last one, behind y/n since she wasn't too enthusiastic about going in there anyway. They started looking around, Lucas even tried to turn on the light.

"Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill." He commented.

Y/n went a little further with her flashlight. She saw it again, this old grandfather clock. "Hey, guys" She said with a lump in her throat. She didn't take her eyes off in when everybody stand around her, looking at it too. "You all see that, right?" she asked them.

"Yeah. Old clock." Dustin said.

"Yeah, you saw it in your visions, right?" Steve asked. She could just nod her head.

"This house have the answers. Somewhere." Nancy said. "Okay, everyone stay in groups. Me and Robin, upstairs."

"I will stay with Steve and y/n." Dustin said, the girls already left. There was no way he would leave his sister with this asshole all alone, after what he heard. Even though she seemed to be less upset than before. She used to act like nothing happened, so maybe now she was doing it too, right?

"Come on Dustin" Max grabbed his wrist and pulled him to one of the rooms before he had any chance to refuse.

"Max you don't understand-" Dustin said when there were just three of them. Max, Dustin and Lucas "he did something stupid and-"

"Weird 'cause since she almost got killed by Vecna she's much nicer to him" Lucas said.

"Yeah! and I don't understand why! She acted like nothing happened for so long and I tried to get them back together and she'd never told me anything!" Dustin said, frustrated.

"Dustin, what are you talking about?" Max asked and then he realized that they still didn't know about this dare. "Let them solve their shit without your help, huh?"

"I don't want her to get hurt." He said quietly.

"Steve would never hurt her." Lucas said and he was right. Somehow. Now, he wouldn't hurt her. Now, he would do anything just to keep her safe.

Meanwhile, Y/n and Steve went upstairs. Y/n had song playing on her headphones which were laying on her shoulders, music was loud enough to feel safe but also hear Steve.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" he asked quietly as they both looked around. She just hummed, to focused on looking at spiders' nets. "I know I have kinda shitty timing, but after what happened- you know in your bathroom. I don't want to argue again, but I almost lost you for lifetime. I- I don't want it to happen y/n, I fucked up, I know I did but I will do anything to fix it." He confessed.

"Steve-" y/n said quietly, she was thinking about him much more lately, about what she should do.

"No y/n- just let me-" he didn't even know what especially he wanted to said but for sure he didn't want her to interrupt him "I know I had so much time to talk to you before all of it happened and now it's much more complicated because of Vecna and Eddie is there but-" Steve said but y/n interrupted him again when she noticed that something reflected the light of her flashlight from the ventilation grille.

"What's that?" She asked, it seemed like she totally ignored Steve's confession.

She rushed over there and lifted the grate. Steve sighed and crouched down beside her. He put his hand down and raised a jar. They saw dead spider inside with net and leaves. It looked like someone long time ago made house for a small insect. There were a lot of jars like this one.

"Steve, don't move" y/n said quietly when she noticed one spider on boy's shoulder. Before she had any chance to say something more, he started shaking it off which made the jar in his hand drop and break on the floor. He grabbed y/n hand and in panic got out of this room closing the door behind them.

"Sorry" he said after a second when he realized he was, in fact, holding her hand. He let her go but maybe, or maybe not, his stomach was full of butterflies and he totally forgot about spiders, Vecna and literally the whole world.

"It's fine" she said as she looked at him, totally not feeling the same butterflies.

"What's going on there?" Nancy asked as she appeared from the other side of corridor.

"Uhh, there was a spider. Were a lot of spiders." Steve said after a second "don't go in there" he added as he pointed at the door he just closed.

"Wait, stop moving" Nancy said as she reached Steve's hair "I got it" Y/n was just standing there, awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her two friends. Who in the world didn't heard the rumors about Steve's feelings for Nancy? Of course, y/n knew there was nothing, Nancy was her friend and she would tell her, but deep down inside, even during their relationship with Steve, she was insecure about it.

"If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it till it lays eggs and the babies spill out." Robin said as she appeared behind Nancy. Y/n looked at her, grateful. Maybe it was just her or maybe the air became less heavy when there wasn't just the three of them.

"What's wrong with you?" Steve asked as he turned around. Y/n chuckled under her breath "And you?" Steve looked at her, then he heard Nancy also did that "Come on, you too?" he asked. "So you all are friends now? Awesome. I mean- It's really is- I mean I know you two were but Robin now too- I mean. You know what I mean." Steve explained, at least he tried. "We should all go out somewhere. After you know, we safe the world and stuff. You know, me, you two, Robin, wherever she went right now-"

"I'm right there!" She said as she stuck her head out from behind the wall "actually looking for something and not asking two girls at once on a date" she tested.

"It's not a date! We had just platonic feelings right there" Steve explained quickly. He pointed his finger between him and Nancy, making sure y/n got what he was talking about.

"Yep, just platonic friendship. Nothing more since freshmen year of high school." She added awkwardly, she had never thought about it but now when Steve was so desperate to show y/n he did not have any romantic feelings towards Nancy, she wanted show her that too. She always crossed her fingers for those two. "But I think it's great idea. Y/n, are you in?" Nancy asked. Right now, y/n thought about Steve and Nancy, she never told any of them how she felt about their relationship, so they never made it clear to her that this was just friendship. She felt like huge stone was lifted from her heart.

"Yeah, I think it will be nice." She answered with a little smile. Robin chuckled from her place but they all heard it. "Let's go back to looking for.. something"

"You're right." Steve said and he went to the next corridor "You're coming?" he asked as he looked at y/n, she nodded.

"So about what you said earlier, before spider attacked you," she chuckled before continuing "what did you mean about Eddie? I mean, you said it's complicated because of Vecna, yeah you for sure right with that, but Eddie part? You don't like him, do you?" She asked as she stopped walking, Steve did the same.

"I mean, I- aren't you two like, like each other?" He asked "It's not that I don't like him, he just- he is friend with Dustin and he-" y/n stopped him.

"Steve, are you jealous?" She asked him seriously.

"What? No. I'm not. Well- maybe a little" he sighed. "he came out of nowhere and now Dustin talk about him all the time and you-"

"Steve calm down. I don't like him in this way. It's just platonic" she said at the same tone as he told her about him and Nancy. "And Dustin really like him. He is happy he has someone in high school. You know, you had never experienced it but when you nerd or freak or not fit anywhere, it's nice to have a friend like you. I'm sure Dustin still like you. But you really need to talk to him." She explained, she was like that too, years ago before she met Steve, so she knew what she was talking about.

But Steve was more focused on something else. Of course, he was glad, hearing that Dustin might still consider him as a friend. But there were other words It's just platonic, his heart almost exploded.

"I- I will talk to him. I don't know how yet, but I will figure it out" He said. "Gosh, I'm sorry for that. I really thought he might- you know" take my place. he didn't said that but it was in the back of his head the whole time.

"It's fine. And don't figure it out for too long, Steve. The longer you wait, the more complicated things become." she said with a little giggle.

"Right." he said under his breath, he didn't find it funny but she was joking with him again. It's a good sign, right?

The song came to an end and Steve reached to y/n's mp3 player "Can I?" He asked, she nodded her head and looked down at his hands. "I wish we had a longer loop" he said a he withdrew the tape.

"It's almost an hour" she said. "I wonder where you get that" she looked at him.

"I have my ways" he said. He didn't even remembered. He had it for so long, somewhere in his room. He left the short version that actually saved her in his car.

"You never liked this song" she told him. Of course she remembered too, every time she wanted to play it, he always said it was cheesy and shitty.

"Well- maybe it's a good reminder of old, good times?" he said. The song started playing again "All done." he smiled at her and stuff became awkward again, when he kept looking in her eyes for a few seconds too long.

"Guys! Come here for a second!" Lucas yelled from downstairs. Y/n and Steve broke eye contact and he cleaned his throat, then they just followed his voice, his definitely not happy voice.

They looked at chandelier. It was shining. "Like the Christmas lights" Nancy said as soon as she appeared with Robin next to Max.

"The Christmas lights?" Robin asked.

"When Will was in the Upside Down, the lights come to life." She explained, really short.

"Vecna is here. Just on the other side." Dustin said. Light turned off again.

"I think he left the room." Robin said.

"Can he hear us? Or see us?" Lucas asked, looking at Max, then y/n.

"Everyone, turn off your flashlights and spread out." Nancy said and everyone did as she said.

"Y/n, stay by my side" Steve ordered, but the girl was already on her way upstairs.

"I'm not a kid, Steve." she said "I will be alright." she also added and she put her headphones on properly. Steve sighed but went other way.

After a minute or two they all heard Robin "I got him!" she yelled. Everyone from theirs side of house started making their way to her. "I had him" She said when her light turned off again. They all were standing in one of the rooms downstairs.

When Steve's flashlight shined he kept it higher. "He's moving" He started going where the light showed him, he looked behind him just for a second, everyone was going behind him. He went upstairs when his light turned off too, again. "Shit. I lost him"

"No, you didn't." Y/n said as his opened the door to attic. All the lights were on there. Just a one light was there, in fact.

"I will go first" Steve said and he did that before y/n had any chance to went there.

"Hold on, guys. What's if it's trap? Guys?" Dustin asked but everyone was already there. Even Robin and her complain about going to attic in abandoned house.

When they got there, their flashlight were flashing much brighter than it normally would. The glass in the light bulb broke. But y/n felt something more. Her head was hurting. So bad, she thought she was going to faint.

She didn't said anything, she didn't even had time. Their flashlight broke and then there were silence. Pain stopped, like it was never really there.

"We should get out of there. Now." Robin said.

"She's right. C'mon" Dustin added.

And they did, they rushed to Steve's car to drive away.

a/n. Again! I'm sorry it took so long and holly molly, thank you all so so much for every like and respond on previous parts!!! I love you all so so much I almost cried when I saw it yesterday. Let me know what you think about it!!

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 3.2

Yang Jeongin

Word Count: 712

Contents: innie crying, innie’s self deprecating thoughts, some of innie’s thoughts are starting to verge on depression - please proceed with caution

Notes: yeah its, uh, its getting a bit worse before it gets better haha oops

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It was funny.

Time could pass so quickly and yet so painfully slow. Somehow, each second dragged on with painful agony but those seconds built up so quickly you might miss it if you blinked.

Blink.

And Jeongin had spent half an hour slumped on the floor, sobbing as quietly as he could. The only thing to punctuate the moments soaked in anguish was a knock at the door. There was no voice, no words; just uneven breaths. Jeongin didn’t need any words to know who was on the other side. 

It only made him cry harder.

Blink.

And his room was even darker. Forty-five minutes had ticked by until he was shivering on the floor, tear stains leaving what felt like permanent tracks on his cheeks. Head pounding from a headache, the result of so much crying. Something in the back of his mind, the only part of himself he could count on to take care of him, reminded him that he should clean up sometime.

Blink.

Another fifty-two minutes before Jeongin managed to stand up with shaky legs. His head was spinning a little. He listened carefully at the door for anyone in the hallway. He knew if he saw him he’d collapse in on himself all over again. He couldn’t bear to see the look on his face, to know what he felt when he had finally processed Jeongin’s idiotic words. Words that ruined everything.

Silence laid heavy in the hallway and Jeongin cracked his door open. He gazed into the darkness and saw no one. A small sigh of relief passed his lips as he opened the door a little more. Before he could step out he noticed something on the floor. A glass of water, pain meds, and a folded piece of paper. 

He knelt down, taking them into his hand. He didn’t think about it, simply taking the meds and downing a few gulps of water to soothe his throat. With a sniff he opened the paper.

I know you get headaches when you cry, I thought this might help. Please come talk to me when you can, okay? - Seungmin

Jeongin slammed the door shut, strongly enough that it shook the wall as he dissolved into tears again.

Blink.

Was it an hour? Was it more? Maybe a little less? Who was counting, anyway? Jeongin’s head rested against the cool wood of the door as he tried to take even breaths. Small, torn up pieces of paper were scattered on the floor around his knees. 

Blink.

Jeongin’s legs trembled as he pushed his door open. He stumbled quietly into the hallway and then down the hall with his pyjamas in hand. He was quiet when he closed the bathroom door, hoping not to draw attention to himself. His body was sluggish as he cleaned up. Too exhausted to take a shower he stuck to wiping himself off with a washcloth. Maybe if he felt clean on the outside it would wash away everything on the inside. 

Maybe.

Dragging himself through cleaning up was a slow process but eventually his body was wrapped in warm pyjamas, his skin was clean, his teeth were brushed. Eventually he felt clean enough to be somewhere other than his bedroom floor. As quietly as he could he slipped back into his room.

Blink.

An hour had passed by now, surly. Maybe even two. Jeongin didn’t know anymore. His fingers curled into the duvet, face pressed into the pillow as tears started to wrack his body again. 

This time they were silent, but the silent sobs always hurt more.

He couldn’t stop the plague of thoughts that ran through his mind. How stupid he was. How pathetic he was. How he couldn’t even manage to control his own words. How his heart had been torn to pieces and it was entirely his fault. This whole thing was his fault. He’d managed to ruin his own life and his best friendship with three stupid little words.

His pillows soaked up each tear, no matter how many fell, and they seemed endless now. Maybe they would never stop. Maybe these seconds would stretch out into eternity, endless heart-wrenching pain in a night with no morning.

The tears only stopped as he fell into sleep.

[reides]

OCS + Associations

thank you bree @sangre for the tag :3 hugging hugging hugging

im gonna do this for reides, my dnd oc!

animal

seahorses! symbolically, they are linked to balance and adaptability, which i see a lot with reides in regards to how he navigates both the lands and seas. they're also associated with freedom and creativity, which are major themes to reides' character as a whole. plus they're so cute and reides is cute, too. teehee.

colors

blues, silvers, light purples! and, of course, green... his older brother calls him seaweed-head, so there's gotta be a green association in there... DFJKDJG

month

january! the first month of the year; cold, but in a renewing and refreshing sort of way. a new beginning!!! a new experience!!! and so many new possibilities existing in front of you!!! the level of expectations placed on january also aligns with the sort of burdens that reides had placed on him as well.

songs

chasing kites - ​iamamiwhoami! over the ocean outcast, with nowhere to go / a brighter forecast, new winds will blow / the storm that's drawing near / it calms and the air is cleared. i have a huge playlist for reides which can be found here too.

number

16! he was born on firstlight 16 so that might be where i get that association from lmao.

plants

lotus flowers! i think lotus flowers really suit reides. even the way that they grow - rising out of water to bloom; existing in that beautiful margin between the aquatic and the earthen - is so... him. they also symbolize rebirth, which i think is very much aligned with the sort of stuff that reides went through when he initially ventured to the surface world (and kind of ties into the stuff i talked about for the month portion of this too!)

smells

i'm aware that it's a slight cop-out to say the ocean, but, like, heres the thing: the ocean! LMAO. that salty sort of kick is super reides; the scent of the sea at dawn, that crispness, not dainty or elegant but effortlessly evocative... yeah. that's reides. he usually smells like that naturally. like the sea, plain soap, and ink.

gemstones

larimar, pietersite and pearls as well! also, i know they're not gems per se, but i also associate sea glass with reides a whole lot. they're gems to ME!!!

time of day

dawn! the very moment that the sun starts rising; when stars and maybe even the moon are still visible in the sky. as you can see, i really like associating reides with existing in between or on the border of various things fdkjdljg. i also think reides stays up really late typically so he's no stranger to being awake at this time LMAO

season

winter! ok im a little weird with this one so bear with me...... i really enjoy associating reides with coldness since he's such a sweet, passionate person and i like the idea of his optimism existing alongside the cold; i like the idea of the cold being a comfort instead of depressing or stoic or serious. bc for reides, the cold IS a comfort!!!! it gives him clarity and energizes him. it reminds him of his home seas and it empowers him.

places

on the beach, skipping alongside the waves; laughing, with a book clutched to his side; fingers stained with ink and hair windswept from the briny breeze!

foods

oysters, mussels, all of that sort of thing - juicy seafood that tastes best when you eat it with your bare hands. salty, rich flavours!

drinks

a nice rum with lime mixed in... that's reides right there. blue daiquiris are these things and also, as the name suggests, blue - and that's fun and would delight reides, so i think if he was a cocktail he'd be that. as for his taste in drinks... reides loves sweet ones the very most - rip currant wine from his home seas is his fav - but he has a soft spot for firewhiskey, too!

element

WATER, BABY!!!!!!! i dont think lightning technically counts as an element but that as well!

seasoning

SEA SALT, BABY!!!!!!!

sky

i think this ties into the time of day prompty really well so i'm pointing up there again hehe.

weather

stormy weather! >:) he is the storm prince, after all... for all his kindness, he is tumultuous and brings change. there's a lot of power to be found in storms, and that power is something that reides is learning to embrace. when he hatched, it was during a crazy storm that really wracked his home seas - and, sometimes, the people there maintain a superstition that baby-reides actually absorbed that storm's power. it's simply wack poetry stuff (that, frankly, used to freak reides out as a kid lmao) but what if they're right. what then.

magical powers

reides is a wizard who specializes in evocation magic, so you know he loves to harness da power of da elements... he especially loves ice and lightning magic. again, if something sounds stormy, he is probably tapping into that power and trying his best to let it surge through him.

weapons

reides' weapon is... the power he extracts from the weave teehee. he has a purple conch shell from home that serves as his arcane focus for all that! but, his magic aside, reides also has a dagger that was fashioned from the pelagic ore of his home seas and a crossbow that he named 'harpoon.'

candy

it's gotta be salt water taffy! reides' fav candy as well as the candy that embodies his nature the absolute best :3

methods of long-distance travel

reides loves boats so much. big ships fascinate him endlessly. he wants to go on them all the time. he fantasizes about being at sea with aske (his boyfriend who is also a sailor / fisherman) all the time.

fear

to let down his people and be an outcast amongst them; to prove that all the people who pelted him with insults were right; to lose his home; to lose his freedom

mythological creature

merfolk is a laughably easy answer I KNOWWW so i will choose something else even if they're by far the first thing my mind leaps to for reidesy DFLDKGDKFH i think selkies are cool too given the nature of their shapechanging o: reides' identity both above and below the seas is something that is fun with me thematically and i think selkies kind of offer a physical representation of that

piece of stationary

a page of a sturdy tome that has notes written all over it!!! and doodles!!! and some of the ink on it has been smudged too!!! yay research!!!

three emojis

🌊⛈️✨

celestial body

reides is definitely a star! shining resolutely through the darkness of night... ✰ i also associate him with the star tarot, so that ties in nicely.

[wishing-stones]

your concept of nightmares castle is super interesting! are there any other tidbits we haven't seen yet? or is that a spoiler?

Oh hey! Yeah, this is a good one. It's gonna be long, but this is gonna be good. And lore heavy.

Nightmare's entire castle is in a sort of pocket dimension-- not its own AU, its own little area in the multiverse that he can more-or-less control. Dream has a very similar pocket dimension, but his is a little cottage with a view of rolling hills and lots of flowers where it's always golden hour.

Nightmare's castle sits atop a rocky crag of a mountain that is above preceptory cloud level. It's always clear out, with the only clouds visible being cirrus and similar. Sometimes, the tops of thunderstorms pass by, giving the castle some ambiance, but there is never any lightning or rain.

There isn't really a daylight cycle, either. It is a little brighter in the "daytime," lightening into blue hour, and then gets a little purpley at dusk, and pinkish at dawn.

This doesn't really effect the vegetation any, since they mostly subsist off ambient magic rather than photosynthesis. They similarly do not need watering. (There's a bit of an exception for things that aren't part of the realm itself-- Nightmare's garden needs tending and watering, but they adapt to absorbing ambient magic in place of sunlight.) Parts of the mountain are forested, and grade more gently than some of the sheer drops that surround the castle-- the training pitch we've seen a lot of in recent chapters is naturally boxed in by part of the mountain, and has a small thicket on its other side. There's some bushes and other plants there as well-- It's not maintained, and the only paths through it are those that have been forced.

While the castle and its grounds are enormous, the mountain itself takes up most of the domain. There's about of mile of forest in all directions from the base of the mountain, but wandering off into it will either a. get you lost in the void, if you're not lucky b. get turned back around toward the castle, even if you were walking away from it c. 'fall' off the edge into a random AU. Sucks to suck.

The mountain is active, but because monsters in general are very good at harnessing geothermal energy, that's how he powers the whole thing. There's a core-like device inside the mountain that provides the castle with an endless supply of clean energy. It also provides almost all of the hot water used in the castle as well (which is why I had Ren note that the water smelled faintly sulphuric very early on.)

It has four wings, so from above, it sort of looks like a big plus sign. Some wings are larger than others, and the south wing has the tallest towers. It has ramparts as well, but no one's gone out on them in R&R. Kicking myself that I didn't utilize them LOL

I think? I said everyone has their rooms in the east wing? And the stars occupy the north wing right now. The west wing is where the gym, rec room, and pool/sauna are, the ballroom takes up a good part of the south wing, the entrance is on the first floor of the east wing, the dining hall is dead center, with the kitchens below it, the drawing room is west of the entrance, and on the second story of the main building is Nightmare's throne room and adjoining war room. The lab is beneath the western wing, and the dungeons are beneath the south wing, and at the top the tower IN the south wing is an observatory. Nightmare's office is near the east wing in the main hub, on the top floor.

The exterior is very gothic looking, made of dark stone with some gargoyles and the like, and along the longer wings (west/east) it has flying buttresses.

Other rooms that exist that haven't been shown/mentioned yet: -A chapel, which is mostly just there for The Aesthetic ✨ (There were a few of them in blueprints that Nightmare gathered to draft his own, so he included it.) It has no specified deity, but one of the stained glass windows is very clearly a depiction of the tree of emotions -A library, which briefly got mentioned, but it's enormous. It's towards the beginning of the west wing. -A laundry room, which clearly began life as a servant's quarters, but was repurposed when Nightmare built the place. There's dumbwaiter access to it, so it was a very obvious choice -An armory in the west wing that sees almost no use, since they tend to keep their weapons on their person, if they use them. It's mostly a showcase of fancy weapons and armor, but there's a few 'trophies' from battles they fought or particularly tough opponents they've taken down.

I think that about covers it! I've described the interior in great detail, but it's all black-and-gold rococo with touches of maroon in drapes and runners.

[ilovewriting06]

I Love Him- Part 7

I brush my hands on my paint stained jeans as I happily look around the freshly painted and decorated room. Steve and I decided to paint Lilly’s room a lilac purple for all the walls except for one, an accent wall of a light pink with lilac trim. Due to Lilly’s love for seashells and butterflies we had her seashell collection in the one corner of her room and butterfly pictures and figurines on the wall as well as Lillian spelled out is fancy letters on the pink wall right above her white bed. Her bed is a white bedframe with light blue sheets and a multi colored polka dot comforter. There is a round light grey rug in the middle of the floor and a small table and chair along the one wall by the window so Lilly can draw and color while looking at the ocean, all things that she loves. She had a small closet by the door and a wooden dresser on the other side of the door.

I smile before closing the door and slipping down the hall and down the stairs making sure not to wake up Lilly. I walk into the kitchen and smile when I see Steve and Junior out back talking. I drink a glass of water before grabbing two beers and heading outside.

I walk over to Steve and sit in his lap before handing him and Junior a beer. Steve glances to me with a smile, “Everything done?” I hum as a rest my head in his shoulder, “Yeah, but your children are beating the shit out of my ribs and bladder.” He chuckles and I grab his hand and lay it on the right side of my stomach above my bellybutton, “Don’t move your hand, you’ll feel it in a minute.” Steve has yet to feel the babies kick but he’s heard me yell about it. I watch his face and smile as his face lights up and one of the little buggers smashes their foot into my stomach. “You feel it?”

He nods with shining eyes, “Yeah, yeah I did.” I peck his cheek before standing up, “Alright, I’m going to head to bed, tomorrow’s a big day,” I give Steve a kiss before continuing, “for all of us.” I pat Juniors shoulder and bid them goodnight.

I get out of bed being careful so I don’t wake Lilly and pull on a pair of leggings and a flowy tank top that isn’t so flowy on my stomach anymore. I slip into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth before heading downstairs.

Like I thought there would be, the whole team was milling about the house taking orders from Tani and Grace. I find the girls in the backyard yelling at Steve and Danny to raise the Congratulations banner on the right side a little bit before Grace and Tani groan and yell simultaneously, “No! To the right!”

I walk up to the girls chuckling as the boys fumble to get the banner right, “You’re going to cause them to have an aneurysm.” They chuckle and I ask, “What can I help with.” They look at me like I’ve lost my mind and Tani lays a hand on my shoulder, “You, do nothing but watch.”

I frown and cross my arms, “Hell no, I need to do something or I’ll drive myself crazy with anxiety from Lilly’s birthday surprise. Like, she won’t like it or she hates her room. Oh my God, what if she doesn’t like it!?”

Tani and Grace look at each other with wide eyes before whispering to each other and Grace walks over, “Okay, we need to make Lilly’s birthday cake, and cupcakes, so you can help me.” I smile and nod, “Thank god I can do something!”

I rinse the bowls and utensils as Grace pops the rest of the cupcakes in the oven, “She’ll love these.” I nod in agreement, the cake is a chocolate and buttercream cake and the cupcakes are strawberry with light purple icing. Grace grabs the ingredients for the icing when I hear a confused voice, “Mommy?”

I look at Grace with wide eyes before turning to Lilly, “Yes sweetheart?” She looks around before coming over and hugging my legs sleepily, “Where’s Daddy?” My face goes from worried to are you serious right now? I look at Grace to see her hiding a smile and I point outside, “He’s outside helping set up for the party where we find out if you’re having sisters, brothers, or a brother and a sister.”

She nods and goes to run outside and I grab the back of her shirt, “Hold it, you have to get dressed first, and then you can go see if Daddy needs help.” She huffs and nods. I follow her up the stairs and she runs into Steve and I’s room before jumping onto the bed.

I shake my head with a chuckle before I grab the only outfit left in her drawer of my dresser since her other clothes are in her room, “Do you know what today is other than the party Lil?”

She smiles and nods, “It’s my berfday!” I nod before throwing her white summer dress with sunflowers on it onto the bed as I grab her white sandals with unicorns on them, “That's right.” I pull her into a hug and pout as she grabs my cheeks, “Mommy what’s wrong?” I look down at her, “My little girls so grown up.”

She giggles and hugs me, “Mommy I’m only six.” I nod, “Yeah but you’ll start school later this year.” She nods excitedly, “I know!” I smile at how excited she is and pick her up and set her on the ground before helping her out of her pajamas.

Once she’s dressed I ask her how she wants me to do her hair. She purses her lips and hums, “The French fry braid.” I snort as I hold back a laugh, “You mean a French braid?” She nods, “Yes that one.”

I lead Lilly out the back door and laugh as she takes off running as soon as she sees Steve. Steve turns around as she screeches Daddy and he picks her up as she jumps into his arms, “Hey there birthday girl.” She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, “Whatcha doin?”

I stand beside Steve as he explains how he’s setting up for the party and she jumps in his arms, “Tan I help!?” He looks at me and I shrug, “I don’t know you need to ask Aunt Tani or Grace.”

She wiggles so Steve will set her down and as soon as her feet touch the ground she’s gone. I chuckle and Steve wraps his arm around me before placing a kiss on my temple, “Haven’t seen you this morning.” I lean into him, “I came out when Tani and Grace were instructing you and Danny with the banner.” I point to the banner that says Congratulations and he shudders, “They’re absolutely evil today.” I chuckle as Tani pops up behind us, “I’m sorry I’m what?”

Steve jumps slightly before the tips of his ears turn red and he chuckles nervously, “N-nothing, just uh, umm, talking about the weather.” Tani raises an eyebrow skeptically before glaring at him, “Aren’t you supposed to be setting up tables?” Steve nods before apologizing and scurrying away.

I laugh and look at Tani, “What did you do to him?” She chuckles and shrugs, “Told him if he didn’t listen he’d be disappointing you and Lilly.” I throw her a playful glare and chuckle, “You are so mean.” She shrugs, “It worked.”

I nod before changing the topic, “Did Lilly find you?” she looks at me puzzled before shaking her head, “No, why?” I look up as Grace walks over holding the girl in question, “Nevermind, she found Grace.”

Grace comes over and looks at Tani, “She wants to help.” Tani looks at me and I shrug letting her know Lilly can help. Tani smile and grabs Lilly from Grace, “Well then, let’s see, you can help put table clothes on and then the decorations on the table. That sound okay?” Lilly nods excitedly and Tani looks at me, “Well that’s my cue to go.”

Her and Grace run away and I go watch Steve and the boys put up tables and chairs. Grace and Tani really went all out blowing through the budget and adding their own money into it to make it ‘the party of the century’ and they were hellbent on making it perfect.

When Danny is free I walk over to him and lean on his shoulder, “When are Ma and pop coming?” He purses his lips, “Mmm, they said they would be here around 1:30.” I check my phone to see it was already 1 and the party started in an hour, people would be showing up and, oh my god, the cake I forgot to decorate the cake! I thank Danny before running into the house to finish up the cake.

I turn around as I hear my mom squeal before I’m pulled into a sloppy hug, “Oh honey! It’s so good to see you!” I pull away and chuckle, “Ma, I missed you too but you’re squishing me.” She apologizes before her eyes light up as she sees Lilly holding Steve’s hand as he talks to Danny. I turn to Pop as he pulls me into a hug, “Hey there sweetheart.” I hug him back before pulling back, “Hey pops, I’m glad you could make it.” He smiles and nods as he looks the same way as Ma, “Would you guys like to meet Lilly?”

I lead them out to where Steve is standing with Lilly latched onto his hand and staring up at him with stars in her eyes, “Hey, Lil?” She glances over in question as I continue, “I want to introduce you to somebody.” She shuffles to stand behind Steve when she’s sees Ma and Pop and her eyes widen. I look at Steve and gesture for him to help. He kneels down to sit in front of Lilly and pushes away a stray piece of hair that had come out from her braid, “Hey, Lilly, it’s okay. That is Danno and Mommy’s mommy and daddy.”

She peaks over his shoulder shyly and smiles slightly at my parents happy smiles. She nods slightly before grabbing Steve’s hand and pulls him towards me before she hides behind us with her head in between our bodies.

Ma and Pop look at her with smiles before Ma bends down, “Hi Lilly, I’m Clara. I’m your grandma.” Lilly’s smile grows as she gets more comfortable and her hands come to wrap around my leg instead of Steve’s hand. Pop looks down with a smile, “I’m Eddie, I’m your grandpa.”

At Pop’s name Lilly steps forward with a smile, “Eddie? Like Eddie?” I chuckle as she points to the dog Eddie and Pop nods.

Minutes later Lilly is sitting at a table with Ma and Pop as she asks about New Jersey and they told her stories about me and Danny when we were little.

I feel my heart pound against my ribs as Steve and I stand behind a table in front of everyone with two gift bags in front of us, one labeled baby A and one labeled baby B. Lilly knows now that it’s also her birthday party and she’s opened all her gifts and ate cake the only thing left is her room and Steve and I decided to do it when no one else was around except for us and the team since they all helped put it together in one way or another. She may be more excited to find out what we’re having more than we are.

Tani positions me in front of the baby A bag and Steve in front of the baby B bag. She steps back and has Grace set up the camera before instructing me to open my bag.

I take it with shaky hands and glance at Steve to see excitement in his eyes and silently urging me to continue. I pull out the blue and pink tissue paper before pulling a white onesie out with black writing that says ‘I’m a Boy’ I smile and show Steve before Tani rushes Steve to open his. He opens his a little quicker than me and pulls out another white onesie with black writing that says ‘Me Too.’ Steve looks at me with wide eyes and I pull him into a hug.

We pull apart smiling bigger than ever and Lilly comes running up before jumping into Steve’s arms, “I’m having brothers!” I chuckle and nod before kissing her forehead.

After everyone except Junior, Danny, Grace, Charlie, Tani, and Lou had left I look at Lilly, “Hey Lil, we want to give you one last birthday present.” She looks at all of us with excited eyes as we usher her up the stairs.

She looks confused when she’s standing in front of a door we told her was a storage room and was too messy to go into. I smile and urge her on, “Go ahead, open it.” She slowly grasps the doorknob before turning it and pushing it in. Her mouth drops when she sees the room and she rushes in, “IT’S PURPLE….AND PINK!” She runs around looking at everything and screeches when she looks out the window to see the ocean.

She runs over to Steve and I and pulls us down into a hug as tears stream down her face. Steve and I pull away and I cup her face, “Lilly, what’s wrong?” She sniffles before shaking her head, “I wuv you.” She directed it to both of us and Steve and I look at each other with wide teary eyes before we pull her into a group hug as we shook with joy filled tears before we said at the same time, “I love you too.”

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Afterbath

A/N: I’ll admit, I wasn’t planning on writing anything for @hp-12monthsofmagic this month (I have a drawing to post instead!) but then I got sent this ask by my darling @lifeofkaze and I realised that this resulting story would be a great fit this month’s theme (I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good). So here we are.

The incident in question is an iconic moment from the game HPHM, and was adapted in this chapter of The Hexley Saga. Here’s the other side of the story, or at least, what came next. Enjoy.

Warnings: references to non-sexualised nudity for comic effect, a whole lot of frogs. T Rating.

A cacophony of croaks echoed around the prefects’ bathroom, the sound reverberating off the tiles and making the mermaid in the stained glass window press both her palms to her ears. The swimming pool sized bath was filled with tadpoles, and every inch of the marble surrounding it was hopping with frogs of various sizes. There must have been hundreds of them.

“It really is a lot of frogs, isn’t it?”

Charlie turned to look down at his friend Artemis - she who was behind the frog fiasco - surveying the scene with her eyebrows slightly raised. Charlie stared at her blankly.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, it is.”

Artemis’ front teeth grazed her bottom lip as she looked up at him with a sheepish look in her eyes and the threat of a mischeivous smile playing on her lips. Charlie snorted with laughter, and she started to giggle. He shook his head.

“How many bars of Frogspawn Soap did you put in there?”

Frowning, Artemis began to count on her fingers; one hand, two hands. As she started again to count the fingers on her first hand, Charlie felt his own mouth fall slightly open.

“Fourteen,” came Artemis’ eventual answer.

“Fourteen? Where did you get that many bars of…” Charlie’s words died in his mouth as he realised that the answer to his question was obvious: “Tonks.”

“And Tulip. Tonks was the one who taught me how to unscrew the shower heads and taps to hide them, though.”

Charlie nodded. Now it made sense why he had not noticed that anything was awry when he had come into the bathroom earlier that evening, at least, not until he had started running his bath. It was at that point that the frogspawn had started to cascade out of the faucets in lieu of the usual bubbles and lotions. Before he had known it, he had been bathing in what was effectively a marble pond filled with tadpoles and froglets.

At first, he had been confused about the situation, but then, out stepped Artemis from behind one of the cubicle doors, with a guilty look on her face.

Perhaps Charlie should have just left it at that; she had played what was, in fairness, a very funny practical joke, and he could have simply accepted being the butt of it. But instead, for whatever reason, he had decided to try and get his own back on her by throwing the frogspawn at her and chasing her around the bathroom with a handful of it in an attempt to tip it over her head.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that he was faced with the prospect of cleaning up the frogspawn that had hatched in several places around the room and rounding up the frogs that had migrated further still, he was sincerely regretting his own actions.

“Why do I always end up getting involved in your mess?” Charlie muttered, as much to himself as to Artemis, who jutted her chin forward indignantly.

“I told you, it was an accident.”

Charlie blinked at her. “You unscrewed all the taps. That’s not an accident.”

“Well, no, but I didn’t mean for you to end up being the one who got frogged.”

“Right…”

“I didn’t, I swear! I was hoping it would be Merula, actually.” Artemis sighed. “You don’t have to stay. I can clean it all up by myself.”

“No, it’s alright,” said Charlie. Artemis opened her mouth as if to argue, but he shrugged his shoulders and told her, “If I go back to the Common Room now, I’ll just get another earful from Bill. I’d rather take the frogs, honestly.”

At the mention of Bill’s name, Artemis started to giggle again.

“The look on his face!” she half-wheezed. Charlie laughed, too but his laugh was half-hearted. He genuinely wasn’t looking forward to having to talk to Bill, not after what had just happened.

It had been during his and Artemis’ friendly frogspawn fight that the pair of them had fallen into the bath. No, that wasn’t true. She had fallen, he had been pulled in by her. Either way, it was at that point that Bill had entered the scene and found them both sopping wet, surrounded by frogs, and with Charlie having dropped his towel at the edge of the pool, a detail that he had not even noticed himself until his older brother walked in.

It was this detail, however, that he suspected had triggered Bill’s overreaction, and it was the reason that Charlie was now going to do everything he could to avoid seeing him.

Artemis must have mistaken Charlie’s lack of response for worry, because she stopped laughing and told him, “I bet he’ll be fine once the frogs are gone. He won’t be angry forever, Charlie.”

Charlie did not have the heart - or, more accurately and ironically, the balls - to tell her that Bill’s reaction had not been one of anger. He knew his brother better than he knew anyone, and so he knew that it was less of a case of Bill being angry than it was him feeling awkward, concerned, and out of control. That had been Bill flustered, not angry. On some level, Artemis probably knew that as well, otherwise she would not have found the situation quite so funny.

So, Charlie did not tell her any of this. Instead, he simply pulled a face and told her:

“Godric, I hope not.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Come on, let’s clear this up before someone else comes in and we get in real trouble.”

Artemis gave a single, definite nod of her head, and without another word, the two of them got to work. Several hours, countless Immobulus charms, and three conjured crates later, they managed to finish rounding up the frogs, and after a few scouring and vanishing charms, the prefects’ bathroom was almost as good as new.

Not wanting to harm the frogs, they carried the three croaking crates down from the fifth floor of the castle and out to the grounds to release them into the wild. Outside, the sky was a deep shade of indigo, and the silvery light of the gibbous moon reflected on the slimy bodies of the frogs as they jumped away through the grass.

“Thanks for staying to help,” Artemis said, over the sound of the newly-emancipated amphibians. “And I’m sorry for sort of accidentally putting frogspawn in your bath.”

“I’m sorry for accidentally almost drowning you in a bath full of frogs.”

“Sorry for not accidentally pulling you back in and making you lose your towel,” replied Artemis. She smiled at him. “But at least the water was very cloudy.”

Charlie grinned. “At least the water wasn’t very cold,” he said wryly, his eyebrows raised. Artemis’ nose wrinkled and her head tilted to one side.

“What?”

“Nothing. Never mind.” Charlie cleared his throat and shrugged. “We should go back to our common rooms.”

“You ready to get an earful from Bill?”

“Not really. But I’d rather get one from him than from this lot.” Charlie waved his hand in the direction of the still ribbiting frogs in the long grass. “Besides, it must be almost after hours.”

As if to prove a point, the clocktower bell rang out ten times. It was after hours now. The two of them turned tail and ran back to the castle, leaving the frogs behind them, filling the night air with their croaking chorus as they hopped away to their new homes under the dark spring sky.

[rae-gar-targaryen]

between daddy darkling and bad boy billy....

and just the... stark difference that is character playing and actual bin bons....

i'm sorry i'm just really missing writing for his characters as of late so i see his face on my dash and squeal. I'm fine. this is fine.

Have you SEEN the T-Mobile commercial yet? It's the most bin bons thing to ever bons. It's the Hyrise of commercials. 🤣🤣

-- here, have some badboy babe Billy for your sweet tooth. Hope you like red wine and daaaaark chocolate. Nsfw below the cut (fingering and general nastiness, 18+) 😘

You weren't to be trusted.

Billy was aware of the presence of powered individuals -- enhanced, the preferred term was. You didn't possess super strength like the plucky, unyielding P.I. You weren't gifted with an immortal chi. And you certainly weren't bulletproof.

No, your ability bordered on the supernatural. A telekinetic, like "Carrie," but with less... all of that. And you'd proven yourself useful to him -- for the right price, of course.

But for all of your witchy wonderments, the biggest surprise for Billy wasn't that you could draw just anything to you with the power of your mind.

It was how you'd somehow managed to ensnare him.

Drawing him ever-closer with the power of your mind. It was the only explanation for why your eyes haunted his dreams. Why he awoke with the ghost of your touch along his skin, like spidersilk and whispers.

Somewhere along the line, professional had become personal. Far, far too personal. He was consumed. Dark, whiskey-drenched eyes dying of thirst, dying to drink you in.

And the moments he shared with you? He could appreciate your penchant for darkness, destruction. Anarchy. Two halves of a jagged, chaotic whole.

Running wild in the night together. Running, like rivulets of blood and longing stained with starvation. Clashed together. With tongue, lips, teeth, and claws.

"Oh, baby," Billy crooned mockingly, his thumb tracing along your upper lip, a little more force behind the press than necessary, enjoying the sight of blooming color behind your lips the more he forced. "You act so big and bad, don't you? But I know what you are. You're just a nasty little girl who likes to play rough. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah," you breathed. The word left your lips a piteous whine as frustrated tears pricked the outer corners of your eyes, clawing, begging, preening.

Anything for Billy to touch you how you liked.

His other hand cupping your clothed cunt, as he continued to run his thumb along your lips. Playing you. A practiced middle finger now stroking along the center seam of your panties, sliding along your folds, reducing you to doe eyes, whimpers and, "please, please Billy."

Billy preened, pleased that for once it was you at his mercy.

"I'll give you what you want, if you think you can ask for it," he breathed. Smoke, honey, and filthy promises.

Billy regarded you from above. Recklessly beautiful, blown-glass eyes and heated skin, blazing with the good kind of frustration at Billy's not-quite-enough touch. His eyes roved over your neck and clavicle, now studded with teeth marks -- his, of course -- and the beautiful bloom of what would become hickeys in the pale light of morning.

"Please?" You blinked.

And who was he to deny? At mercy of your magic.

A whiskey chuckle leaves Billy's lips as he finally, mercifully, slides two long fingers inside of you, your hips writhing toward his touch.

The destruction he wrought upon you... That you let him... had never been more intoxicating. How you, with the ability to crush him with naught but a thought, would surrender to him, his midnight whims. And you were his. All his. 

You gaze up at your paramour, your innocent doe eyes meeting his, swirling oilpits. His thumb still along your lips. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing his thumb to slide into your mouth, where you bit down lightly, his thumb now caught between your teeth.

No, he thought, you weren't innocent at all. And you weren't to be trusted.

But then again, neither was he.

[dogmatik]

575 words, more hungover rick, mortys trying to be more responsible.

"Fuck, my heads killing me. Why's, wuh-whats, all the fucking, noise about?" Ricks voice is rough with sleep, there's vomit on the collar of his shirt, stained a strange shade of purple. "Thunderstorm I guess. Are y-you hung over?" "I fucking wish. Must've got into that hendler's powder." "Uh, did you take all the, morphine last time? Y-you said that helps." Morty responds from atop one of the kitchen stools. he's rearranging the stuff on top of the fridge, throwing out the empty cereal boxes Rick always puts back. "Shit good idea, where the fuck, where'd I leave it Morty?" "Bathroom I think."

Rick stumbles into the bathroom, hissing when he has to turn on the too-blue light to see. He finds the morphine inside an old Tylenol box, starts to dig underneath the sink for his syringes. Rick can smell eggs cooking as he draws up, pretty sure he hears Morty curse as the liquid spreads cold and golden through his veins.

"Rick? Hey, there's b-breakfast." Rick cracks open an eye, sees Morty in the door way, pigeon toed and holding out a glass of orange juice. "I pass out?" He asks, takes the juice and drains the glass in four grateful gulps. "Uh I dunno, maybe? You, uh, weren't in here that long." "Yeah, fuck. I forget how good earth drugs can be." Morty holds out his hand, helps Rick up off the tile.

In the kitchen there are two plates set at the table. Scrambled eggs and burnt toast with way too much butter. There's a bowl of Cheerios sitting next to one plate, and Rick starts eating spoonfuls before he can sit. He's not hungry, but he can tell his blood sugars dropped. Morty pulls his chair up to the table and starts in on his eggs. They sit in companionable silence, the rain fills the quiet house up.

"Times-it?" "10, Dad'll be back n-noon. Uh, Summers at her f-friends house." "Wanna go somewhere?" Rick asks through a mouthful of eggs. "Uh, maybe later? Wanted to, get some laundry done before muh-mom gets back." "You kissing ass for s-something? She walk in on you finally?" "Gross! No! She obviously k-knows better. I-I'm just, sh-she works a lot! I-it's not l-like dad's gonna d-do it." Morty glares at his plate. "Damn, yeah. You f-finally on my side with the whole J-jerry is fucking useless and y-your mom deserves better t-thing?" "No, but. Rick i-it's not. It doesn't have to be a w-whole, whole thing okay? I just. Wanna help out more, you know, a-around the house." "Yeah, sure. Anyway. I'm gonna g-go see if Ball Fondlers is on."

Rick goes to the living room, reaches around in the couch cushions until he finds the remote. He starts to flick through channels, met with neons and fleshy reds and all sorts of colors that make his vision swim. He listens to Morty's little footsteps and the sink turning on while his world tilts, head meeting the soft but firm texture of the cushion beside him. It's easy, letting his eyes slip closed. It's been a long time since he's fallen asleep so quick.

[soulsxng]

@arcxnumvitae replied to your post:

(also it's nice to learn how Sivel's binding mark came to be. I didn't realize it utilized a conduit for the magic!)

I wanted to go a little bit more into this, because I know I haven't explained the whole process...except to Nova, I wanna say?

Anyway, yeah, because the vasyrus are beings essentially made up entirely of compressed magical energy, and because this magic is constantly being replenished and expended, and moving and changing...it's difficult for them to really have things to keep with them that will last.

Accessories will eventually be eaten away at, dulled, stained, warped, or otherwise ruined.

Marks that rely more on scarring (be it from a bite, claw, or cut, or even from something like a tattoo), will eventually fade as well-- if they show up at all! The only way they might is usually only via a very specific method...or by mortally wounding them. Either way isn't very pleasant.

It was by accident that the concoction that Zeqyabin is making in the thread was originally discovered, both in the main and royalty verses! It's a gel that was actually meant as an agent to increase the flow/gathering of magic in something, but was later found out to not only draw in magic, but solidify it!

At first, people tried to use them as catalysts, or as magical batteries, but when that didn't work quite as well as other methods that had already been developed, it was more or less abandoned for a while.

Until a vasyrus accidentally solidified some of their magic onto themselves with it. The result was that area turning glass-like in texture, but still somehow retaining full range of movement and flexibility...and the idea sort of developed from there.

Now during a binding ceremony, the gel is applied wherever the couple wants their markings left. One then passes their magic through that area on the other, and vice versa (Actually via their hair that's cut off as part of the ceremony-- I know I've mentioned that on here before!). Sometimes it's formed into a very particular design, but for the most part it's just allowed to flow freely into whatever shape the magic wants to take.

The couple then has a lasting piece of their spouse(s) that they carry with them everywhere. A piece that has now become a part of them, as well.

That magic can then only be reclaimed (removed, essentially) by the one that originally put it there...at which point, the marking slowly crumbles and flakes away over time-- usually leaving behind a sort of odd scar-like tissue in its place that also fades with (a lot of) time.

[hijacking-hearts]

oye, me pareces un tío bastante guay

I don’t know what that means but thank you.

Anyways I’m to lazy to make a separate post to announce my return so this will do.

I have been incredibly busy both at home and at work these past couple of weeks however, I have finally managed to fix my work schedule and I am now more available during the afternoons so this is me just saying I’m gonna be more active in terms of actually posting, and not just reblogging, random shit I find fucking funny you know, so there’s that. Besides that I have some art for you lovelies that I have been drawing in my sketchbook, because for whatever reason digital art is just not clicking with me recently, so ya know.

Here we go:

So the first image here is just a Quackity compilation, essentially because that’s all I could draw for this page.

Whatever.

The first drawing on the left side is based off of that AU were Quackity is like the son of the gods of Karmaland heavily inspired by all the art I would see of that AU on Twitter and Tumblr. The second drawing is of Quackity in Pandoras vault, just going absolutely fucking insane you know. The last picture is of Quackity in Karmaland when he and Father Alexby were going around just fucking shit up after Luzu “won” the elections. I got some close ups to for y’all as well.

I had a lot of fun drawing these, especially the revolutionary Quackity because quite frankly it was just one of my favorite versions of him during Karmaland.

Next drawings:

All right, so the drawing on the left is a Rubuis and his role on the QSMP as both the angel and a demon. Here he’s depicted as a mixture of the two personas he plays. The stained glass took a good second to draw, and I drew him with the quote “ Ven mi niño comete la manzana. Eat the apple my child.” This bitch took too fucking long.  in the drawing on the right is of Tommy, either sometime during or after exile, praying at prime church early in the morning. I hope I conveyed the pure exhaustion,and just sadness Tommy feels through this drawing.

I got close ups of these as well:

I’ve also got a drawing of Technoblade on the same page. I just didn’t want to take a picture of the whole page so you’ll just get like a little close-up of him. 

That’s actually the first time overdrawn Technoblade, so like thoughts? Opinions?

And now last, but not least the first, and only drawing I have so far of our beloved, Tilin who has, you know, unfortunately passed. This is like my version of them I drew inspiration from various fanarts of them, I didn’t want them to look too girlish or too boyish it’s just vaguely child like you know, they got a little tail and wings.

So anyways, I hope you like these drawings. I should be more active in terms of actually posting.

Hopefully.

Yeah.

Espero que les gustaron estos dibujitos que hice, estoy hasta la madre de mi trabajo me tienen hasta la chingada y simplemente quiero morir gracias. 

[sp00kygr33n]

How long do you typically spend on a drawing? Of the ones you've posted, which took the longest? Which was the quickest?

Hi, thank you for the question!

Short answer: anywhere from 30 minutes to like 12 hours

Long answer;

It really depends. I can whip some cute ones in like 20 minutes, others I draw through multiple days.

Depends on the style and the amount of detail. This is an example of a 30 minutes one:

Only one character, no background, simple shading. I would say 10 minutes for figuring out the pose I want and sketching it, 10 minutes for lineart (maybe a bit less) and 10 minutes to color and shade it.

When I draw without lineart, with this more messy, paint-esqe style, it's also pretty quick. 10 minutes to sketch, and the rest is basically color and shades at the same time.

This took me about an hour and a half to make, the shoes and the skateboard being the most difficult parts cause of the shapes, they had to be pretty even even in this style.

When I'm messing around with different styles or techniques, it often takes longer due to trying to figure out what I want certain aspects of the drawing to look like. For those two, the first took me close to 3 hours despite it being pretty simple - I was experimenting with drawing fire and I spend a solid chunk of time on just redrawing it over and over again. The other one was my first time drawing with different brushes and it took me an embarassingly long time to learn how to keep it under control. I would say it took like 6 hours to finish it.

The drawings I spend most time on are those with proper backgrounds. I like to draw the backgrounds separate from the characters, so it means I make the whole background even when it's mostly covered by characters later, like this drawing:

You can kinda see what I'm talking bout here!

I drew that over a few days, so I don't really know how long it took.

Those times are for drawings themselves - I sometimes spend even longer on looking up references and poses. Sometimes I want to draw byt don't know why so I just go on different stock image sites and look up random things in hopes of finding inspiration.

I think the pieces that take the most time I never post here, cause they are for my DND campaign and I don't know if anyone would be interested. For example, this is Hattie Lykaia, a tiefling owner of an alchemy store. Coming up with the design for the character and for the space took a lot of te and I had like fourteen aketches before commiting to this version. I would say total time was about 10 hours, I couldn't figure out the colors to save my life.

The stained glass took forever. I never want to draw stained glass again.

One of the things I enjoy most but never share here is character design! I don't really know what I'm doing most of the time but I love making rough concept sketches, like those:

Despite being messy and all, they take a long time! Looking up things, figuring out the shapes and colors... Me and my brother watched five movies in a row while I was making this ones. So yeah, despite the drawing itself being quick and messy, the whole process takes me a while. But it's really, really fun.

Thank you again for asking! I hope this wasn't too long or too boring but I just really love talking about my drawings and the process behind them. My irl friends have to deal with me showing them every stage and they're probably sick of it lol. Good thing they're really nice and will always pat my head and tel me I did a good job anyway