#Hated drawing her sleeve tho

[call-me-chips]

Lady Obanai now hehehe

(Pls forgive me I don't often draw sneks 😭)

[twola]

I always hate like “requesting” something because it feels like a forceful “write this for me now!” kind of thing, but a I’ve always had this smutty idea in my head where Arthur is getting a little weaker from the TB, but is also pinning after some cute girl in camp. Some wooing occurs and things start getting steamy~ but it’s her first time or she’s not super experienced. I feel like HH!Arthur would try to be the gentleman to show her a sweet, gentle time, but wouldn’t have the stamina for missionary, so his partner would pick up where he leaves off by riding him like the work horse he is. I just thin the scenario would be perfect for like sexy words of encouragement (def NOT thinking of his mare voice lines *wink wink wink*) plus Arthur getting taken care of too instead of just doing the caring. I have like 0 writing skills tho lol so if you ever found yourself in need of smutty I soo I would feel HONORED for you to bring my nasty Arthur thoughts to life

Ooh, TB whumpy smut… I’m sensing a pattern here. My poor boah, how I love to torture him…

This was a good one! Still working on a few more. I love and thrive on feedback so drop me a line if you liked it.

Regret Me Not

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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Regrets seem to take up much of his headspace these days... But for one regret of his, Arthur takes action with a little bit of urging on your part.

Arthur wheezes, covering his mouth with the back of his palm, the wet, hacking noise that scrapes out of his throat as he sits on the boulder south of Beaver Hollow, out of earshot of the camp. 

Not that he needed people’s stares. He looks terrible enough that he gets looks of pity from the women, avoided by the men - and Dutch? Well, he is living in another reality.

Another cough rips through him, as he feels as if he were drowning within his own body. A small hand lands on his back. He looks up, rubbing his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

You stand over his shoulder, rubbing gently, concern alight in your eyes. You look down and dig into the pockets of your skirts.

“Here.” You say with a small smile, handing him a bottle of tonic.

He coughs again, butchering his thanks, as he takes the bottle from your hands, uncorking it quickly and downing the foul-tasting liquid quickly.

“How are you feeling?” You ask quietly, hand still resting on his shoulder, slowly, gently rubbing circles into his upper back.

Arthur wants to lean wholly into your touch. He wants to wrap himself into you and let you card your fingers through his hair. He wants to rest. He wants to sleep.

He wants, he wants - but alas. None of that was possible.

“Like hell.” He grits out hoarsely, tossing the empty bottle to the dirt at his feet.

“I’m sorry, Arthur.” You say softly. Your other hand moves to his back as well, rubbing at his other shoulder.

“ ‘S alright.” He murmurs, not wanting to let on how good your hands feel on him.

A silence settles in, and you rub at his shoulders for a few moments more before drawing your hands away from him.

“Well… I just wanted to check on you. See how you’re doin’. I’ll see you later, Arthur.” You say, and he can hear the crunch of gravel under your boot as you turn on your heel. You begin to walk up the path back toward camp, as he turns and follows you with his gaze over his shoulder.

Arthur wants. In the embracing of his mortality, the facade of propriety and the painstakingly built walls around his heart crumble in the face of his own death.

He has watched you for months. Yearned for months, wanted and needed your attention, always too self-conscious to reach out and touch.

Sister Calderon’s words echo in his ears with each step you take away from him.

“Take a chance that love exists.”

“D-do you wanna get outta here?”

His voice is hoarse, almost weak sounding. Nothing of the man that he used to be.

You stop, turning around, a small smile creeping across your face. “God, get outta this hell hole? Absolutely. Anywhere is better than these hills.”

His heart hopes.

“I gotta go grab some mail from Van Horn. Ain't much better though…”

“It ain’t here, Mister Morgan. Let’s go.”

—

Van Horn is just as decrepit as the last time he was here. Falling apart and full of the dregs of society, left behind by the churning wheel of progress. He mirthfully counts himself as one of them, he supposes.

He tucks the letters he retrieved into his satchel, moseying slowly toward the back of the dock, where you stand with your elbows on the railing, gazing at the river’s lazy waters. Northward, toward the mountains and the river’s origins.

“Y’ready there, ma’am?”

You look back at him but don’t move. “Already? Ugh. Camp’s just so…”

Arthur sidles up next to you, placing his own elbows on the railing, grunting in agreement. You didn’t need to go any further, he knew where you were going with your comment.

The camp was… well, a gloom has settled upon it. Dutch acting irrational, angry. The loss of Hosea and Lenny. Running from Pinkertons.

And his own impending demise, of course.

“What’re you gonna do after?” Arthur asks quietly and notices the stuttering breath you take as your shoulders drop a little.

“I… I don’t know. I don’t have much else than this.”

Arthur hangs his head, taking in a deep breath. A breath that seems to barely fill his ailing lungs, and he coughs slightly under the rim of his hat.

“Y’got a good head on you. You’ll do fine.” He grits out, voice hoarse.

You remain silent, your eyes set on the water of the slow-flowing river. A boat chugs southbound, heading toward Saint Denis.

“I don’t know how I’ll fare being alone.” You softly murmur.

He sighs. “I’m sure you can stay with Abigail or Missus Adler. Or Charles. You got people to watch out for you.”

“But not you.”

A pang, a sharp pain shoots through his chest, above and beyond the near-constant constriction of his lungs.

“No. Not me.”

You look up at him, a sheen of wetness over your eyes. It pains him as he looks back.

A tear rolls down your face and it’s everything he is not to lean over and cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears away.

“Sweetheart, you deserve-”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me what I deserve, Arthur Morgan.” You spit out, tears openly running down your cheeks.

Arthur sighs, looking back down at the water. It is murky, muddy, dirty right under the dock. Just like this damn town.

You push yourself into his surprised embrace, clutching at his shirt, and it takes him a moment to realize that this wasn’t a dream, and he winds his arms around you, pulling you against him.

“I wish you would stop hiding from me.” You whisper as he holds you to his chest, your cheek pressed against his breastbone, probably hearing the crackling failure of his lungs with each breath he takes.

He doesn’t know how to answer that. For years now, it’s been easier for him to keep that urn with the remains of his heart buried from all.

“I’m here… I’m here now.” He murmurs, resting his chin atop your head.

“I’ve been waitin’ for you, Arthur. Waitin’ and wishing for you to ask me to be yours.” You bury yourself in his embrace.

Fuck.

Arthur’s resolve cracks like a piece of porcelain.

“I’m just a fool. A fool for making you wait.”

You shudder against him, digging your fingers into his shirt, and your breath stutters as you try to stifle a sob. Pulling away, you look up at him, his bloodshot, sunken eyes, still the blue-green pools you would drown in.

You lean up on your toes, arms winding around his neck, but he turns his face away as you draw closer. 

“No. I ain’t gettin’ you sick too.”

You frown, glassy-eyed, about to draw your arms from him before he leans down and presses his lips to your cheek, again and again, moving up toward your ear.

“But…. I’ll give you whatever else it is you want.” He rumbles, arms wound tight around you, his body arcing over yours.

You shiver in his embrace, pulling your head back ever so slightly to look him in the eye.

“I want whatever you’re willing to give me.” You whisper, hands moving up and clutching at his collar.

He leans his forehead against yours. “If you want a dying, washed-up gunsling-”

You interrupt, pressing up on your toes and kissing his cheek, “I want you, Arthur Morgan. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

So long.

So long.

Goddamnit. He’s been looking at you, yearning for you, for months. Before Blackwater and ferries and being chased by Pinkertons. Before Dutch became erratic, before all of these complications. When he was chasing tumbleweeds across the wild and open west.

He gives a shuddering sigh, and draws you closer, pulling you to him and placing his lips on the long line of your neck. You whimper as he pulls a bit of your pale skin between his teeth, suckling on it, hoping to leave a mark.

You throw your arms completely around his shoulders and begin to pant in his ear. Whimpers turn to whines as one of his large hands moves down from your waist to clench roughly at your rear, drawing you against his pelvis and his rapidly hardening cock.

“A-Arthur - please -” You moan, rubbing yourself against him, and he regretfully draws his mouth away from your skin, pink-tinged and wet from his attentions.

As much as he’d love to turn you around, throw up your skirts, and press himself into you for the sake of time, he knows you deserve more than that.

“Lemme get a room.” He pants, letting go of you, moving to adjust himself in his trousers. “Go on upstairs.”

You pull at the collar of your blouse to hide the evidence of your indiscretion and quietly nod, moving past him and slowly climbing the rickety stairs to the second story of the decrepit building. 

He quickly pays for a room, and grabs the key from the clerk with a dismissive grunt, hurrying his way up the stairs to find you leaning against the second-story railing, waiting for him. 

Arthur jams the key into the door’s lock, pushing it open, and lumbering into the room, where he immediately sheds the repeater strapped to his back and places it on the worn table next to the door. His gunbelt follows as you step inside, closing and locking the door behind you. 

He places his hat atop the pile of guns on the table, looking back at you.

“Still want to do-”

You cut him off by closing the distance between you and throwing your arms around his waist.

He pulls you toward the bed, and places his hands on your waist, holding you still, as he sits on the bed, the worn frame creaking under his weight. He doesn’t spare it a second thought, eyes trained on you, and he gently pulls you to sit in his lap.

You cup his cheek gently, thumb tracing along his beard that he’s kept longer to hide the gauntness of his cheeks. His large hand lands on your thigh, squeezing it as he presses his face into the hollow of your neck.

You gasp as you feel his tongue on your skin, clutching at his shirt as you tilt your head back.

You shiver again as his hand creeps up under your skirt, finger gently rubbing against the seam of your bloomers, which dampens quickly under his ministrations.

“It's been a while,” He grunts out, unable to stop his hips from bucking up against your legs with you seated in his lap, the long line of him chasing your warmth.

“M-me too. Ain’t since-” you mewl into his ear as his fingers push your bloomers to the side and brush against the damp skin of your core, “some stable boy when I was sixteen- ahh - we - we didn’t know what we was doin’.” You gasp out as his pointer finger, thick and strong, dips inside your entrance, sheathing to the knuckle within your cunt.

He slides another finger inside you, groaning against your hair when he realizes how tight you are, clutching desperately at his digits, imagining how good you would feel surrounding his cock.

“I’ll be good to you,” He grits out, crooking his fingers within you.

“Oh-” You gasp, “I know, I know you will, Arthur.”

Arthur pulls you from his lap and lays you on the bed next to him, and immediately starts to shed his clothing, tossing it into piles on the floor as you join him, skirts and shirts thrown from the bed, a union suit and chemise - your bloomers land on the floor and he quickly climbs atop you, spreading your legs and fitting his hips in the cradle of yours.

In this old, dirty bed in this old, dirty room, he swears he has never seen something so beautiful as you sprawled out beneath him, the rise and fall of your breathing, the blush crawling down your cheeks to your neck, spreading out across your chest, to your pink nipples, pebbling as they are exposed to the cool air.

He leans down, balancing himself on his forearms, finding that spot on your neck again and nibbling at it, while one of his hands works its way to the space between you, grasping his hard cock and stroking it as he presses the swollen head against your core.

You mewl as he presses in, the head of his cock entering you, his hand moving from its base to frame your head again.

“God, you’re perfect.” He groans as he starts to press himself inside, inch by inch disappearing into your wet warmth, your panting high and fast in his ear as he suckles on your neck once again.

He thrusts, gently, and his hips press against yours as he’s buried himself to the hilt in your cunt. You mewl out a high whine, nails digging into his shoulder.

Arthur presses himself up slightly, looking down upon you. His fingers begin playing with the curling hairs at your temple, waiting for you to open your eyes, a sign that you’re used to his length and girth within you.

And when you do, he’s stricken. Your eyes flutter open and you inhale a breath with a sweet sigh. God, for once in his damn life, he’s doing something right.

Your arms wind around his neck as you press your lips to his cheek, he knows that you want to taste him, to mold your lips together and moan into each other’s mouths - he wants that too, but it’s a step too far. He’s already half afraid of spreading his sickness to you.

Arthur thrusts, gently still, but faster and harder than he had been, you squeal in delight, which spurs him into finding a rhythm, his body moving over yours.

He grunts, panting as he moves his hips, fucking into you and pressing you down into this old, uncomfortable mattress. He swears he’ll bring you to some nice hotel in Saint Denis and make love to you on a plush expensive mattress-

A constriction in his chest stops him mid-thrust.

He pants, wheezing, his hips slowing as he struggles to catch his breath. Christ, what a sorry excuse for a man he is - can’t even please a woman in the state he’s in.

You gently push on his shoulder, and he has the stamina, at least, to raise himself up and look upon you, cheeks blazing in shame.

“Here, maybe I should get on top?” You ask, your hand cupping his cheek while the other gently lays upon his chest.

He groans at the thought, his traitorous cock twitching as he’s buried in your cunt, causing you to gasp out. 

“Alrigh’,” Arthur grunts, and steadies his knees while he pulls his hands to you: one beneath your lower back, one below your shoulder blades. In a jumble of limbs and skin, he rolls over, somehow keeping himself sheathed in you until you’re splayed atop him, your small hips spread out over his.

He has to admit, this was a good idea you had, even before you think to move, what a sight he’s given. His cock fully enveloped in your hips, the dark thatch of hair between your thighs mixing with the curls at his base. Up, up the curves of your waist, he trails his hands, gently skimming your sweat-slicked skin. Your breasts, small yet perky, he’s enraptured by the way your nipples pebble as he rubs his thumbs over them, the sweet sigh that leaves your lips as your head falls back.

God almighty, you’re the sweetest thing alive.

Your hands find purchase on his chest, fingers pulsing, as you roll your hips once over him. His breath stutters, eyes widening as inches of him leave you, only to gently return moments later.

“G-good?” You ask, a self-conscious fear in your eyes.

His hands clamp on your waist and help to guide your movement.

“So good, you’re so good.” He rasps, the end of his lips curling up into a smile.

You smile back, rolling your hips again, taking him and out, following the pathway to your own pleasure and dragging him along for the ride. 

Your murmuring devolves into gasping moans as you continue to gyrate above him, squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers spread wide over his pectorals.

“That’s it. You’re alright, girl.” He urges, one hand moving from your hip to where you’re joined, his thumb parting your folds just above where he’s speared into you.

You moan aloud, giving no qualm to volume as he circles and presses against that little nub of pleasure.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you’re almost there.” He whispers as his hips jut upward into yours, he can see the far-off look in your eyes, the way your lips hang open, the shortness of your breath, and the slightly painful way your fingers are clenching into his chest. He can tell, your pulsing, squeezing, sweet little cunt is so close.

You ride him fast, like a horse at a gallop, and that blooming lava in his gut churns in a way that he knows he’s not far behind.

“A-Ar…” You stutter as your eyes close tightly.

“That’s it, that’s it, Darlin’.” He urges, his other hand tight on your hips, aiding your movement.

“Agh, oh god - Arthur.” You moan out, bottoming out completely as you throw your head back. He groans aloud as he feels your muscles constrict around his shaft, the sweet clutch of your cunt.

He thrusts his hips upward again and is rewarded with the sweetest mewl from your mouth, he cannot help but to whimper as he feels warm, wet slick start to seep from where you’re joined, his swollen and heavy balls covered in them.

You recover, gasping as your hands move to his chest, your hips grinding down on him slowly.

“I wanna-” you pant, catching your breath, “I wanna make you come.”

Arthur groans in response, hips bucking upward as his hands fly to your hips again, clenching them hard.

“Ain’t gonna- augh- ain’t gonna be hard to give you that.” He stutters out, knowing that the pull in his gut is getting stronger with each sweet movement you make.

“You’re so good -” You mewl, rolling your hips over him as he grunts, hands sure on your waist, fingers pulsing as his eyes flutter closed, his mouth hanging open as he approaches that precipice.

“You feel just like I’ve always dreamed.” You sigh, and all he can respond with is a thrust upward of his hips, to give you more, to give you himself, all that’s left of him.

He’s there, he’s there. His eyes shoot wide and he grunts, hands hard over your hips. “Get- you gotta, move.”

But you lean forward, not stopping the gentle roll of your body over his, and kiss his forehead.

“Come inside me.” You breathe, hands steady over his beating heart, “Give me all of you.”

Of all the stupid, childish things… but the resolve of a dying man, it is far less strong than before - weakening much like his ailing lungs.

“Please.” 

He does, he does.

He grunts needily as he pumps his release into you. Staying sheathed in your warmth, not jerking himself into cold air.

Arthur sits up immediately, burying his head into the side of your neck, and suckles gently at the skin there as your fingers start to play with the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck.

He regrets, it’s all he has left, that again, he wasted his time, glancing shyly at you across the fire for all those months. All he can do is offer you a few fleeting moments of pleasure. He regrets, it’s all he has left, that he cannot taste your lips and the sweetness he knows lies beyond them.

“Darlin’-” he trails off into your skin, trying to compose himself.

I’m sorry- I’m sorry this is all that’s left of me - sorry I can’t give you nothin’ but -

You place your lips on his forehead gently before pulling back. You cup his cheeks in your hands and nod your head.

“Let’s not waste any more time.”

[starwilliams]

on me.

INCLUDES SMUT MINORS DNI.

(icl this is basically a remake of dina and ellie’s dance story but different you feel me?)

ways you can help palestine! 🇵🇸

WARNINGS: nsfw, afab!reader, reader is female, tribbing, smut w plot, idk don switch ellie idk she cute tho, mentions of marijuana use i think that’s it???

also im writing this on a plane rn with people around me soo let’s hope they don’t see 💖💖💖

also i have had sex before and have i’d say a fair amount of experience so i tried to make it kinda realistic.

“hey ellie!” you greet her, smiling. you were dina’s best friend, bit you would also consider ellie a friend. you, her and dina would smoke and get high together after dina was lucky enough to get paired with eugene on patrol. but it was nothing crazy. just a group of survivors relishing in the luxuries of living in a place like jackson nowadays.

“hey yourself.” she replies softly, whiskey in hand. you take in her looks, her white tshirt neck poking out of her blue flannel, the sleeves rolled up to reveal her fern tattoo. it was attractive on her, that’s for sure. her lower arm and hands flexing slightly as she lifts the glass to her lips. her jeans hugged her slim figure,

you’d always thought ellie was pretty. and lately, you would also describe her as hot.

“hey you two!” dina said, a slightly mischievous look on her face. she had known about your attraction to ellie, and she had also been told by ellie of her attraction to you. but the former was unknown to ellie, and the latter unknown to you.

“hey dina! you look hot.” you say smiling, looking at her. “hey. are those my jeans?” you ask, looking down at her jeans. well, your jeans.

“you’d already left the house when i was getting ready! knew you didn’t need them.”

you laugh and roll your eyes at that. in all fairness, you did borrow dina’s clothes too, as you both lived in the same house. although she was spending more and more time with jesse and his family.

“yeah whatever. wear em.”

ellie chuckles softly at the situation sipping her drink, the liquor leaving a firey sensation down her throat.

dina looks to the both of you, standing next to eachother now, you were friends. well. as far as you two knew.

giggling, dina announced she was going back to find jesse, leaving you and ellie alone once again.

“god, how are you drinking that?” you wel, glancing down to her whiskey, “hate this so much you’re drinking that to speed up the night?” you laugh softly.

“it’s really not too bad. and yeah, these ‘parties’ do drag on a little after being in jackson for years.” she says, a small smile on her face though.

“that’s because you sit around here in the corner the whole time. let loose a little?” you suggest. it seems every day ellie got more reserved. around you at least. why could that be?

“let loose?” she asks, a silent laugh leaving her mouth before one last sip of her drink, chucking it back.

“yeah. cmon. dance with me.” you spit out, not thinking about your own words, but you went along with it, upkeeping your calm, confident demeanor.

“sure. go on then.”

with that, you intertwine your fingers with hers, and pull her to the dance floor, a soft melody playing in the background on guitar.

you guide her hands to your hips, and your arms around her shoulders. a slight pink blur settling underneath her freckles.

“so, you been up to much lately?” you ask, you know she hasn’t. but you ask anyways.

“not really. joel brought me back some new pencils and stuff so i’ve been drawing s’more. but that’s it. you? how’s co-habitation with dina?” she asks, her leaf-green eyes looking into yours.

“she’s been out with jesse a lot. but theyre nice about it, and i don’t mind having the house to myself for a night.”

“mhm. they’re constantly all over eachother. always have been.” she says quietly, it was true. dina and jesse had always been a thing. even if it was on ‘n off.

“yeah.” you say softly, swaying you and ellie softly to the music.

ellie looks down, her eyes flickering to your lips occasionally.

fuck. she shouldn’t think of you like this, she thought.

ellie had known you were into girls, even though you didn’t necessarily look it. you, her and dina had had short talks about relationships. but they were, well high talks.

but ellie thought there was absolutely no way you could be into her. think of her as more then a friend, but god you wanted so much more.

“hey ellie?” you whisper, you and ellie so close it would be unnecessary to talk any louder. leaving you with intimate whispers.

“hm?”

shit. nevermind.

ah fuck it.

“you look pretty. i like your hair today.”

what? i mean it was true, you did like her hair. it kept in a bun at the back, strands fallen out at the front.

with that, ellie blushes more. more prominently now.

“oh? thanks.”

“ellie..” *you say, glancing to her lips then her eyes. asking for permission.

she gives a small nod, surprise and anticipation etched across her face.

as you stretch up to kiss her, she leans into the kiss. your lips caught in an entangled heat. you’re both becoming almost unaware of your surroundings, the whole town practically packed into this barn, the soft kiss breaks apart, as you both pull away looking into eachothers smile-crinkled eyes.

“what was tha-“ you cut her off, your hand intertwining with hers, leading her out of the barn, the curious and watchful eyes of the town watching the wooden door shut behind you.

ellie’s heart pounds in anticipation as you lead her somewhere- her house? her mind too occupied with thoughts of you and that blissful kiss to put together words. she just follows behind you like a puppy, quick steps as you both head into her garage-home.

“you like me too? what?” ellie says, blush still across her face trying to figure out how all of this is happening.

you agree with a nod and ‘mhm.’ looking into her eyes to gauge how she’s feeling.

without saying anymore, she leans into you, her lips capturing yours in a deeper kiss this time. god, the liquor of her breath intoxicating in more than one way.

you both smile inbetween kisses, as they get more passionate. her hands feeling across your body, and yours exploring hers.

the nape of her neck with your hand as you pull her in deeper, the hardness of her stomach as your bodies press against eachother.

“need you, ellie.” you whisper against her lips, and she nods against your mouth, slipping her flannel off at her shoulders, her hands throwing it backwards behind her, before her hands return to cup your face.

she walks you backwards by the edge of her bed. the bed you two had laughed on just days before.

she pushed you down onto it, her kisses now trailing down your neck. her tongue tracing circles against the warm skin as your back arches into her.

“fuck, you’re so soft.” she whispers, slowly reaching towards the bottom of your tank top. really, a silly thing to wear to an event during the winter in jackson. maybe now it was more apparent to her you weren’t wearing it for practicality, and more to lure her in. her eyes asking for permission to take

it take it off. “is this okay?” she asks.

you nod. of fucking course ellie williams, you can take off my top.

she lifts the fabric over your head, her eyes flickering across your now bare chest to her. breasts on full display. no bra either. not that it would’ve have had much use in covering your hardened nipples now.

her eyes stare lovingly at you, in awe.

“need to see you too ellie.” you whisper, feeling vulnerable and craving to see her in a whole new way.

she simply nods, her arms taking off her white undershirt, revealing her torso in its full bare form. no bra for her either.

“you’re beau-“ she cuts you off, a deep open mouthed kiss swallowing you.

your hands now caressing eachothers whole bodies. your hands feeling the soft flesh of her small tits, and tracing along her back, and guiding her hips to roll on yours slightly. both of you craving friction.

“fuck-“ she practically moans, “can you take these off for me?” she asks, her hands at the waist of your shorts.

as you slip off your shorts, not that they were covering much anyways, ellie slips off her jeans. her black briefs now the only thing left on her body, same with you and your thin fucking underwear.

“do you wanna do this?” she asks, a serious and anticipating tone in her voice, needy.

“yes ellie. god.”

with that, she traces small circles down the fabric of your soaked underwear, before slipping her fingers underneath the waistband and pulling them down your legs. she takes a moment to just stare.

“you’re so beautiful.” she whimpers, taking in the sight of your wet pussy. her own patch in her boxers drenching more at the sight.

“w’na feel you on me els.” you moan quietly.

her face blushes again at that. god yes. she slips off her boxers and positions herself ontop of you, spreading your legs and flinging one leg over your stomach, intertwining your hips.

she looks up at you one more time, to check if you’re still okay. with that, you grab her hips and guide her onto you harshly. your sloppy cunts grinding together now.

she yelps, her usual gruff demeanor diminishing quickly, at the feel of you against her.

she speeds up, grinding herself against you, the friction building a delicious heat between you two, her eyes looking down at yours, the o shape of your mouth when you moan, leaving sparks going through her body.

“oh my god i’m gonna get close.” she whispers, holding your hips down to keep you in place.

you nod, the waves of pleasure switching off your brain. your clits bumping together.

you both moan at the feeling, grinding against eachother in a desperate search for release, when finally, after your hips buck against eachother again, your whole body clenches, then gives you a sweet release. sending moans out of you. the slight alone and the feeling of your come drenching her sends her over her edge, riding out her intense orgasm as she slowly moves against you.

she collapses ontop of you, her cheek on your breast her kissing it softly. “fuck that was so-“ she tries to say through deep gasps for air now. coming down from her high.

“i know.”

there was a mutual understanding between the both of you. it was more than you both had dreamed off. and definitely not the last.

“i do love you, and not just as a friend.” ellie whispers against the skin of your chest, her breathing steadying now.

“the feelings mutual.” you say, love and awe in your eyes.

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

Mariah info dump!!! :]

Under cut of course

TW Self Harm is mentioned in this post

Back story

She is an orphan, her original home was very very toxic to her. Her mom hated her, her dad was basically non existent, and her brother was too scared of their mom to do anything.... After around 5 years of this happening an accident happened which caused the house to burn down, she was left behind by her family in the burning house. She ended up running away from the burning house, after around a month or two she stumbles upon Peppino's place, at this point she was very malnourished and weak. Pepino took her inside of his place, fed her, and eventually ended up adopting her! Now in present times she is 13 and still living with Peppino, Gustavo, and Brick! :3

Design traits

This is her design :3

She's almost always seen with skates, it's either that or she has wheelies on :)

She has an Pineapple and Stich clips to keep her hair out of her face

All of the patches and diff colored sleeve were added on by her self

She has gray streaks due to heavy stress she still had as a kid

The red ribbon was added on for fun :] altho it does kinda remind you of a certain desert named noisy doesn't it?

She is around 6 feet tall! Zamn I wish I was 6 feet tall :[

The reason her ears are pointy and why she is so tall is because she is an elf! She doesn't know this tho and the only one who suspects anything is Gustavo

Personality traits

She is super optimistic! Always looking on the bright side of things

She is a HUGE people pleaser, always putting others before herself. And yes it is quite destructive on her side of it all

She is a HUGE HUGE nerd

She's the weird kid! And she personally doesn't mind being called weird and strange

She can be quite energetic at times, altho she often keeps herself under control when in public

Extra details warning this is where the self harm is mention is.....

She is extremely destructive to her self, physically and mentally. She does self harm, and fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you think about it, she does a pretty good job at hiding it. Literally NOBODY knows about it... Altho Gustavo does suspect that something is up about her

She calls Peppino Dad and Gustavo Papa!

She also called Pepino an Gustavo her Ohana! And yes it is the quote from the Lilio and Stick movie :3

She is a HUGE Disney fanatic, her fav movie/series is Lilio and Stitch. She actually grew up with the movie and series as a kido :]

She is a HUGE rival with LemonCake, they will often get in fist fights and arguments all the time.... Man talk about a generational curse....

She works as Peppino's delivery girl! Always getting the pizzas to there designated places in record speed ;]

She is EXTREMELY fast, I'm talking possibly faster then Pepino kinda fast

She's not too strong when it comes to her upper body strength but she IS super strong when it comes too her kicks! And yes she will kick people when startled lafmo

Due to her being an elf she can understand and talk to animals! And yes she will have long ass convos with Brick lamfo

She HATES literally all of the Noiseys, well except for Noah and Zackarie, she actually kinda likes them :}

She knows how to cook and stick/knit

She really likes Sophia! I like to imagine that they both like to draw together or to play video games together :] But on the other side she hates Maurice. Mainly because of how mean he is to Peppino....

She is a Demi Girl meaning she has She/Them pronouns, she is also Omnisexual!

Oh and I made a playlist for her :3

@mrfellsans @cutechan555 @luigigirl12 I hope y'all like her :]

Oh and creds to CuteChan for her name!!!

Oh and btw

ITS MARIAH NOT MARIA

[catsburgers]

dsaf line-up: new and improved!! wanted to redo my og line-up i did bc :P hehe. turned all ur favs gay hashtag nawt sorry!! except dee bc shes like 6 and doesnt even know her multiplication. i had sm fun with dave i think he's my fav design from this lineup, but stevens my fav character overall.

a few notes abt the designs

i gave dave a lil scene raccoon tail, dunno if they existed back then but stfu they did in my heart. also dyed hair bc listen ily guys but i refuse to draw dave as a bald purple Scale creature..

dee got the biggest makeover, im a sucker for jester hats and clown attire

inspired by that 2016 rebornica au, i gave peter the phone guy fit. also him and caroline r bi4bi fight me!!!!!! also also i gave both phoneys a red hair strip bc its kindaa like their phone cords (ik peter didnt have a cord but shut up)

jack got the short end of the stick, bros wallet is tattered and worn 😭 also some face decay and scars bc there's no way his limbs havent had to be sewn back on at least once. bros head is kept on by a scarf . AND!! its smthn iv always done for jacks hair, i make the curls and ahoge look like devil horns.

i was making heart eyes at steven the entire time i was sketching, lining and coloring him i cant lie. hes sooooooo. oughh.. short king! alsoi hate drawing suit sleeves so hes got rolled up sleeves. i forgot his fuckin arm hair tho and im too lazy to edit it in so pretend its there

[jewishcissiekj]

Ok so obviously I think about Asajj a lot but I usually don't fully explain or visualize it. So no time like the present to start doing that

Here are things about Asajj, starting with my personal design and concept of her and why it's like that (most of these are sketches to put my thoughts somewhere so don't expect anything refined or clean):

First off, that girl is a cryptid. Weirdo. I love giving her all-black eyes/white pupils because it fits her, and eyebrows whatsoever (unless I'm in the mood for that). This is mainly sticking to the earlier Dermoty Power designs for Episode II and the way he draws her later on. The pointy ears are because she's a cat to me and she had those in Hyperspace Stories #5. Also!!!! I hate the Clone Wars retconning her to be Dathomorian and a NIghtsister and that whole backstory with my entire heart. Story-wise I prefer sticking to the Legends stories in the early 00s' comics (specifically Star Wars: Republic #60). So Rattatak (her Legends home planet) and her original origin story are very near and dear to my heart. This is important. (btw I'm mostly not OCfying her I'm just mixing up some of her versions. mostly.)

Next up: tattoos and marks! made up too much lore for that but here's a bit: I mixed and matched her Legends and canon designs, and changed their meanings because they have fuckass actual meanings. the two things that kinda look like her eyebrows are from TCW and I took them and made them into her family tattoos. In MY mind, those are passed through generations in Rattataki families (by the mother) and those two are the Ventress tatts from the Ventress family. Other than that we have (in the left pic) the 12 (did not draw 12 but there are 12, 6 on each side) tattoos from her Legends design. Their actual explanation is that she got one for each of Ky's killers she murdered. But that's weird so instead for my ver they're mourning tattoos that she got after Ky's death. The things under her eyes are a whole ass mess but they're called decay marks and they're loosely based on concept art and they're basically darker the older/darker sider she gets.

(she has another arm I'm just bad at drawing it) Wanted to draw my interpretation of this outfit with my face design for her but I was not working with the cover as a reference so there's a lot missing. For this one I think it's just the outfit she wears in her later Padawan years on Rattatak, or in my AUs as a padawan in general.

they are a mess but some of my layouts and doodles for her outfits: 1) her on-panel Padawan outfit which is basically just a tank top and cargo pants. wanted to draw it so here we are

2) her ugly ass outfit as a daughter of warlords! girl I know you're like a child but what are you wearing

3) Personal Jedi Robes design but it's just the previous Padawan design with sleeves and more little changes

(can you tell I enjoy drawing her face like that) these are more AU-oriented 4) Inquisitor Asajj design because I thought it'd be cool idk what she'd doing with the Empire tho 5)Temple guard design but I hate their outfits so it doesn't look good 6) just put her TCW Jedi General robes things. go off girl (I have 3 AUs in my head that fit that premise let's move on)

Put them together just because. The drawings have nothing to do with each other 7) This one's story is so complex. But it's basically just a design for Jedi Asajj post-Order 66. Might develop work on it more but I love the way it looks

And the other one: If you followed any of my disarrayed Asajj thoughts lately you might have seen my concept of Mon Mothma/Asajj as a ship. They won't leave my mind so I'm trying to figure out how to draw Mon and that one's something of a design for a younger Senator Mon, for their first meeting or smth idk

OK! just put together some thoughts now that I have visual aid for them. great thanks for coming to my TED talk I will continue talking about Asajj but now I can show you shit instead of just writing words woooohhhh

[sobeksewerrat]

OKAY OKAY @cosmozzzz @cringelordofchaos @roryheart YOU GUYS WANTED ME TO INFODUMP ABOUT THE SILLY GUYS SO I WILL (w/o spoilers for the story and also their gach versions cuz why not) (imma split this up cuz I am tired and need to polish some.shit)

Huches:

This girlie <333

Full name: Huches Karkovedes

Species (yes species you will understand ina moment): Star-Eater, Luvusia Tribe.

Social Class on her home planet: Aristocratic

Gender: Transgirl (felt the need to specify that she is trans since it is a relevant plot point in her backstory)

Sexuality: Androsexual

Partner?: Gerses!

Special Abilities: Shape-shifting (artificial using device, not inherited)

Funfact: she absolutely hated sleeves unless they are jackets. Don't ask why. She just hates sleeves.

Simplified backstory: Huches was born as the only "son" to an aristocratic family on planet [UndecidedName]. Her family was part of the Luvusia Tribe but they distanced themselves from all of the traditions to suck up to Earth politicians and gave Huches an English first name and gave her a shape-shifting device to study on Earth (in this universe Earth is the central power).

Eventually, in one of her few holidays on her home planet, she is kinda forced to stay in the countryside and meets Kutuku and Gerses. A lot of shit goes down over the course of that holiday and she gets her trans-awakening and starts trying to reconnect with her culture (but she still feels very disconnected)

Gerses:

His gacha version sucks oml

Full name: Gerses Haunem

Species: Star-Eater, Teifuaa Tribe

Social Class: working class (though eventually he gets some privileges cuz rich sugar mommy girlfriend)

Gender: Non-binary (he/they)

Sexuality: unlabeled

Partner?: Huches!

Special Abilities: Shape-shifting (artificial)

Funfact: He is autistic! And also they like funky fashion and temporary tattoos (mainly cuz he ain't allowed to have permanent ones)

Simplified backstory:(tw//ableism, abuse) He is a very distant relative of Kutuku and his family was also struggling as a result of [SPOILER]. He was generally seen as useless because he couldn't help around his family's business and his mother usually berated him when he had breakdowns or anything (because he was undiagnosed for his entire childhood) which lead to him being selectively-mute.

Eventually, he starts befriending his distant cousin Kutuku and started dating Huches. Because of Ku's family (elaboration will be added) and Huches' shapeshifting device he was able to eventually go to Earth with them to study and his family stopped seeing him as useless because of that (he still hates them)

MARKO/MARKUS:

No gacha version he is the silly short guy with goblin ears

Full name: Marko Daniella (he likes being called Markus tho, Daniella isn't hid last name I going by the Egyptian naming system, only Huches uses her family name)

Species: Human-Rovan

[Not including a social class I only did for the other two due to the classist nature of their home planets WHICH WILL BE ELABORATED ON EVENTUALLY I SWEAR]

Gender: Questioning

Sexuality: achillean, asexual

Partner?: Taifuauu [he will be introduced later alongside Kutuku]

Special Abilities: Heat Vision (inherited, controlled), great hearing

Funfact: He is black albino, and he has a generally weak immune system and anaemia due to being a hybrid [he is my punching bag btw ilovehim]

Simplified Backstory: this shit cannot be simplified honestly I made him suffer too much

I wanted to introduce the 4ht character(Ashlene) aswell but I need to draw he other 4 (Kam, Ku, Tai and Jaida'a) before because the tie into her story a lot

Iwillinfodumpagaintomorrow

[f1oricide]

You got any rise ocs ? Love to see them ^-^

Omg thx for asking, I do actually!! If you go further down my page, I draw her human form for a fanfic I really love. I don’t have a name for her yet bc names are hard :/ BUT! I do have a little backstory for her

She is a battle nexus champion, but she occasionally works as a debt collector of some sorts for big mama. She hates getting her hands dirty so she uses magic claws as weapons. You can’t see it bc of the angle her hand is in, but in her glove, there’s an oval shaped gem that creates the claws for its user. If she has the gloves off, she can’t create those claws.

She loves magic! It’s so fascinating to her and she wants to study hard to be the very best sorcerer there is, but due to some unconventional events she’s got a bad rep at witch town, so she tends to steal magical artifacts when she’s out.

The reason she always goes back to big mama and her battle nexus is bc she’s a black cat, which isn’t bad at all but her power is probability control. She can manipulate fortune AND misfortune, but she struggles to control her magic which ends up inconveniencing to even hurting others around her. She can steal peoples luck as well to give her an upper hand in battle, which is why her eyes can glow a bright yellow.

For a cat with bad luck, there really isn’t any option for her but to go back to the place that accepts her even if it’s for their entertainment.

Now she isn’t the strongest physically, so she relies on her speed, magic and tools to win battles. She uses Mantis styled fighting techniques in hand to hand combat, but a flaw she has when fighting is that she puts too much focus on one thing she forgets about her surroundings which could potentially hurt her or allies.

Id like to believe she’s quiet but when she gets to know you, she gets very chatty, a bit snarky, overzealous, and pretty quick witted. She always has a trick up her sleeve…she has a lot of things up there. Very mischievous, sometimes can go too far with her tricks. Lowkey a bit condescending, but she chill ig.

She’s def a morally gray character, a bit chaotic neutral, the kind that does good or bad stuff for her benefit and maybe her friends too.

She’s known big mama since she was a kitten, so she knows her way around battle nexus ( may or may not be big mamas fav ).

She was born as a twin, her sister being a white haired kitten, both parents had white fur so u see where this is going. Kinda the black sheep in the family, she’s always causing trouble but she means well, her sister is the complete opposite tho. Has the power cause luck and take misfortune away, her sister became the favorite but she got a nasty personality. They always budded heads and fought but eventually her sister and her friends provoked her to the point she scratched her sister in the face out of self defense, the parents got mad and tried to declaw her but she ran away.

Now idk where in time I would like her to meet the turtles and April, but I have a story in my head inspired by some fanfic I read.

So she gets called into big mamas office for a new assignment, capture the turtles alive and bring them to her. Usually when she out she doesn’t have the authorization to bring her targets to the hotel, just to collect and come back. Even if she did, I’d be taken care of by goons, not big mama personally, so she’ll def recognize that it’s a big job if big mama is telling her this personally.

So she conducts research on the turtles but stalking them pretty much and finds out they’re friends with a girl named April O’Neil, so she uses a cloaking choker to enroll at her school and befriend April. It works and eventually, the turtles do some stupid shit and end up getting “found out” by her and April.

Slowly they all become friends (Leo has his suspicions) and eventually she gets invited to the lair by Mikey. She becomes the closest to him not only bc he’s the most social, but he has great magical potential, and she’s intrigued.

Once she gains all of their trust (may take a while) she eventually calls all big mamas goons to their lair and captures them, but at this point, she knows they’re actually good people and not the usual targets she gets assigned to, so after an inner battle with herself, she caves and lets them go, despite the fear in her veins at the thought of big mamas wrath.

I don’t wanna spoil TOO much abt this even tho I most definitely did💀

I wanna write abt her story and her relationship with the turtles and April (specifically one turt in particular;) idk I’m open to any suggestions and as always, sorry if this is a bit all over the place :))

[goldenageofwireless]

wait can u give me a quick rundown of ur ocs… so i can ask questions abt them 👀

yes ofc !!!! OK SO. My guy that im like hyperfixated on right now is Emil, he's a mad scientist guy and he SUCKS. basically he's just always been a pain in the ass since he was born and never really made an effort to be a better person. Also he's really fucking smart. He ends up getting really famous and wealthy cuz he invented something really cool (still hammering out deets on this, i like the idea of some kinda neural implant or advanced surveillance tech tho). He enjoys living in luxury but hates the constant attention, so one day he decides to abandon it all and isolate himself in his lab in rural Louisiana. He stays in isolation for like 5 or so years and gets soooo depressed. and keeps thinking gay thoughts about his former lab partner .... (i'll get to them in a bit) he just kinda ignores All That and keeps working. Until his lab partner shows up at his door and is like DUDE YOUR INVENTION CAUSED THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD. and then they go on a lil road trip together to stop the Big Bad and Emil learns to stop sucking so much and take accountability for his actions :3 also heres a doodle i did of him recently <3

[ID: a digital drawing of op's character, Emil, visible from the waist up. Emil is a fat, white man with messy orange hair. He is wearing a white, short-sleeved lab coat, black gloves, and a purple button-up shirt. The shirt is unbuttoned a bit, and his cleavage is visible. He has green goggles on his head, and he's wearing colored contact lenses. His left eye is green, and his right is purple. He's frowning and glancing to the right/end ID] so Sahir !! They were Emil's lab partner in grad school. They're a botanical psychologist (some shit i made up, they're researching the cognitive abilities of plants). They've always been the quiet, out of the way, people-pleaser type. Emil kept them around bc they just went along with whatever he did. ANYWAY they always kinda had a crush on Emil and even when he ditched them when he got famous, they didn't stop thinking of him </3 So when shit goes down bc of his big fuckup they go find him and basically don't leave him alone until he gets off his ass and fixes it. They're still not really comfortable with standing up to him, so they just keep letting him be a dick to them until they just. have enough and totally snap. and that's kinda the inciting incident that makes Emil realize how much of a dick he is and why thats Bad actually. So Sahir's whole personal journey is basically unlearning their people-pleaser mentality and gaining confidence in themself <3 SO theyre the only two that really have a solid storyline at this point, i have a few misc guys ill drop tho :) ok so first up there's Mal (short for Malpractice Lawsuit), she's basically liiiike if u took the concept of capitalistic greed and made it into a lesbian robot <3 shes evil and she sucks and shes sooo hot and i wanna write her into emil and sahir's storyline but im not sure how atm !! but perhaps i will figure it out eventually !! and theres Marvin, he's a lil guy robot and my fav oc :3 he's just small and silly and also a genius who does Epic Cool Hacking Stuff but hes also an 8 year old who eats dirt then theres Hugo and Vicki, theyre cool and gay :) Hugo is the most anxious man alive (also hes from boston) and Vicki is a demon who just decided that xey like him and they hang out. not much story there they just kiss each other a lot

so yah !!! thats my guys !!!

[cha0s-boyy]

here have some of the "human ocs i never post about" (some info about them under the cut :3)

[ID: digital drawings of six human characters in a simple lineless style. 1. a very tall, thin man with very pale skin, straight gray hair, and pale blue eyes. his hair is short on the sides and slightly longer and messy on top, and he has 5'oclock shadow. he has thick eyebrows and a scar on his cheek and nose. he is wearing oval-shaped glasses, and a black priest's cassock with a white collar. he is standing with one hand raised, and has a neutral expression. 2. a tall, broad-shouldered man with tan skin and straight black hair. his hair is medium length and is parted on his right. he is wearing black sunglasses and a black suit. he has a neutral expression. 3. a mid-height, thin person with brown skin, straight black hair, and brown eyes. they have no notable bust. their hair is short and spiky. they are wearing black eye makeup, and have several ear piercings, including dangly cross earrings. they are wearing a black spiked collar, a black off-the-shoulder batwing sweater, a gray rosary worn like a necklace, a black belt with D-rings all around it, black pants with lace-up sides, and black platform boots with buckles on the sides. they have one hand on their hip and have their mouth pushed to one side. 4. a small thin girl with fair skin, straight blond hair, and hazel eyes. her hair is shoulder-length, and is parted in the middle and otherwise unstyled. she has freckles on her cheeks and nose, and her front teeth stick out. she is wearing a brownish backwards baseball cap, an oversized dull green shirt that is half tucked in, a brown belt, oversized brownish pants, and faded red sneakers. she has one fist raised and she is smiling. 5. a tall, stocky woman with fair skin, straight light brown hair, and light brown eyes. she has a small bust. her hair is tied in a pony tail, except for a few strands on her forehead. she is wearing a white shirt with red sleeves, black athletic shorts, and red and turquoise running shoes. she has one hand on her hip and the other arm is raised in a flex, and she is smiling. 6. a short, fat woman with dark tan skin, curled brown hair, and dark brown eyes. she has a moderate bust. her hair is parted on her left, and is straight on top but is styled into fluffy curls farther down, so that her hair looks shoulder-length. she is wearing oversized glasses, gold clips in her hair, a patterned orange tie-front cropped button-up, a darker orange skirt, a belt with a large gold buckle, white knee-high socks, and orange and brown platform heels. she is holding an orange purse in one hand, and she is smiling. /end ID]

ok so these characters are supposed to be in a kind of paranormal horror story but it's kinda turned more into an action-comedy with a mystery background =_= i'll try and bring it back but we'll see

for the characters! we have: father killian, who is the worst priest ever. sucks at christian doctrine but what he IS good at is building illegal and ethically dubious custom weaponry and fighting vampires and demons and werewolves with it. the vatican hates him. agent john smith, who works for the government and that is pretty much his entire personality. he's not married to his work; he IS his work. doesn't consider himself a person but rather an extension of the united states government and its interests. rajani, who is goth and likes to cause problems and be difficult. will NOT just give you a straight answer to the damn question. figure it out. 🖕 darby, who is an 11-year-old tomboy who hangs out in a group of troublemaker boys whose hobbies include kicking cans and owning slingshots. her parents wanted her to be some sort of high-class socialite but they instead got an androgynous delinquent who only wears clothes 3 sizes too big for her. wyn, who is a jock. stereotypically strong but not the brightest. she's got a good heart tho. her full name is wynifred but she goes by wyn because it sounds like win and that is what she likes to do. sherla, who is an amateur sleuth and likes to dress like it's the 1970s. she wants to find The Truth and Proof and all that. her current job is babysitting but ideally she'll make her way into something like investigative journalism. people underestimate her because she's fat and feminine, but she is capable of doing hard work and getting her hands dirty.

[razzmothazz]

love drawing ena in hoodies. put that girl in some casual comfy clothes !! random hc about that actually - ena is a clothing thief. she steals every hoodie she likes from akito because as much as she hates to admit it he does really have a great eye for fashion. they fight about it a lot. one time akito stole some of her cute clothes just to spite her but she ended up just laughing at him like "what u gonna wear that?? ur manly man ass is gonna put on that cute shirt with puffy sleeves and ruffles??? do you like that light shade of pink ??? lmao. loser. " she didnt laugh when he got so fed up with her he ended up giving that shirt away to mizuki tho..

besides akito she steals/borrows clothes from literally everyone else she can, mainly airi and mizuki to the point they started buying some clothes a size up so it can also fit ena comfortably [beefy ena ftw]

despite mizuki not minding all that much giving ena some clothes, they never gave back the shirt akito gave them btw. she thinks its funny how worked up ena gets whenever its mentioned and still teases her about it sometimes

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If you'd like a slightly longer ask, what is your favorite design aspect of each of the bonus links, and what is a notable personality trait/habit/tidbit about each of them?

Mage: I'm very fond of his glasses and the high collar of his cape. Notable tidbit: He's not in any committed relationship but he has had many a dalliance lmaooo. He's got game. He's not even shy about it.

Mini: I really like his hair lol the little sprout I draw in. Notable tidbit: He will not entertain conversations he's not interested in. He will just log out. He will fully walk away.

Slate: I like drawing his terrifying eyes. Notable tidbit: He loves horses, and even riding them as an activity, but hates actually traveling by them. He prefers to go on foot even if it takes longer, because there's more freedom of movement.

Wolf: I like the lil mole by his eye :-) and giving him a short haircut. Notable tidbit: He frequently hangs out in the hidden village with all the cats. He talks to them even when he's not in wolf form, but they gossip together when he is lol.

Wake: His eyepatch! and his tattoos even tho they will become a huge pain to draw lol. Notable tidbit: He has developed a blood feud with the seagulls. They learned that he was the pear guy and it became an issue.

Spirit: I like his gloves and his overalls. Notable tidbit: He chews on every writing utensil he gets his grubby little hands on. Zelda won't let him borrow her nice pens. Sometimes he's not paying attention and just puts the ink side directly in his mouth.

Mask: Also his overalls lol. Notable tidbit: When he's upset he just goes and sits with the cows. They lick his hair. Malon will be like where's fairy boy run off to??? Oh gods he's sitting with the cows again. What happened now.

Loft: I like to draw his nose!! Notable tidbit: Absolutely no fear of heights whatsoever. Actually since he really misses flying, he will willingly launch himself off just about any high place just to float around w the sailcloth. The confidence with which he abruptly walks off ledges is terrifying for every other link except like. Slate lol.

War: His corset lol. Notable tidbit: He comes across as incredibly confident in social situations, but he actually finds them exhausting. Also he's like, kind of a fake bitch lol. He will be so polite to your face and meanwhile he is exploding you with his mind.

Mirror: I really like his tunic w the big sleeves. Notable tidbit: As opposed to War, Mirror actually thrives in social situations, and he's surprisingly to-the-point and honest. He really likes to make people laugh, which is the purpose of half his dramatics.

[mangaka-neko-chan]

I'd like to know more about Moggy and Harald! What made them realize they liked the other, and how did that confession happen? I did see you said on one of your comics that you may or may not share the story up to the confession as it was a long process, so if you'd prefer to not share, that's fine lol c:

Oh I am absolutely down to share some details. I'm mostly withholding information outside of asks because I might draw about it. But it's actually very easy to convince me to share OC lore, haha. And I am super duper happy whenever someone asks about the two~

Moggy and Harald took a while to realize they like each other and then another while to confess. They are Zealot and Psyker, natural enemies on the Mourningstar. Harald absolutely hates Zealotry and Moggy was very crowded by the other Zealots in the squad who saw Harald as no good. On top of that, Moggy has had NO relationship experience up until this point and Harald has gotten very very closed off from other people.

What caught their interest in each other at first was very simply put physicality and combat skill. Moggy is very impressive in combat and unstoppable in a fight while Harald can do some serious and impressive damage with his Psyker powers. Moggy was the first to admire Harald's flashy kills. She has always been curious, brought up more open minded and entered Zealotry pretty late so her stance towards Psykers was more of cautious curiosity. Her to her unknown latent Psyker abilities perhaps drawing her to them as well. And even simpler for Harald, tho he saw Moggy as an absolute airhead, he had to admit that Moggy was cute, strong and good looking.

The attraction ran deeper as they were ordered to be on more missions together. Moggy couldn't resist laughing along Harald's jokes and wit. They would often end up debating (or rather arguing) as well, trying to question each others world view or faith. Harald noticed that unlike the other Zealots, Moggy would actually consider what he said and he found himself doing the same.

Furthermore Moggy's wears her heart on her sleeve, it is very easy to read her mind and feelings, sth that Harald excels at. So he did catch that she had feelings hinting towards interest but Moggy goes through 50 billion emotions per second especially with the fact that she's inexperienced in love and supposed to avoid him, so it was very confusing for him to pick up what exactly she was feeling towards him. She was just as confused. And because Harald lacks tact and results to snarky behaviour as a defense mechanism as well as Moggy being a stubborn hot-head, whenever they could have a moment it resulted in someone storming off. But this strange circumstance brought Harald a sensation he thought long forgotten. He could share Moggy's excitement and happiness. Her alive and bright perspective lightened up his life.

The moment they realized beginning feelings in each other was the moment they opened up to each other about their past. Both initially viewed the other in arrogance and with prejudice but both of them also suffered numerous losses in their lives and sharing what they went through until now brought perspective and understanding. It showed them that they were more alike than they thought. It brought them closer. They began treating each other with more openess and respect, protecting each other, working together.

From then on it was two idiots trying to navigate their feelings. One absolutey inexperienced, the other trying very hard to deny true emotions. If at all, their emotions became more complex to deal with to them. And then there was public expectation of them remaining apart. Long story short, it was absolute "youthful" hilarity between them until the final moment that they realized that any day they could loose the other forever. They finally confessed to each other, a storm of feelings figuratively and literally shared between them. The most exhilarating experience. A deep happiness about mutual feelings.

I will draw some of these mentioned moments and more over time :3

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Meet the OCS

(I changed cathrines house)

I suck at drawing so hopefully these descriptions will be okay :( i didn’t really proof read as I’m writing this on four hours sleep 😭but the brain rot is real.

Xena- permanent •_• face, is actually very emotional inside just struggles with showing it, once she’s more comfortable with the people she’s around she’s becomes more expressive much to her detriment as it becomes harder to hide how she feels. Loves sweet things, romance stories(she’s a manhwa girlie), rock music, coffee,flowers, horror films . She’s quiet and has a soothing raspy voice. Shes too chilled out for someone in her situation or is she just ignoring her terrible circumstances.

Short black hair, piercings-helix;lobes;daith, she desperately wants a tongue piercing but is too scared. She has brown eyes and a small scar on her right cheek and a huge scar on her thigh(goes from the knee to midway)-she dresses quite punk and has permanent eyebags. She does have an arm sleeve of sunflowers/sun themed on her left arm that covers other scarring(she was in a horrific accident)she always keeps it covered with clothing tho due to judgement.

She got sorted into vagastrom and hates being an inspector as she has to keep herself from acting out.

Hobbies: judo, reading, going to concerts;gardening;propagating succulents

Her parents and her got in a horrific car accident when she was 10, she was the only one to survive, she was taken in by her cousin who was only 24 and trying her best at the time. Xena acted out quite badly after the trauma so she was put into judo to help get her aggression and energy release, it helped dramatically that she’s continued doing it even at 21.

She’s won some contests but hates competitions as they seem like too much effort.

Cathrine- stressed out to the max get this girl a chamomile tea or a Xanax. She tries too hard and is a total people pleaser, sucks at dealing with authority as she can never say no. She likes spicy food, science, vintage jewellery-she’s highly interested in mythology but keeps this a secret.(due to parents and siblings)

She’s quite talkative if she has to be but if the situation allows her too she lets herself be quiet, she has a sing song voice and used to have a stutter that comes back if she’s too anxious or tired.

Long pink hair, piercings;lobes and upper lobe, red eyes, she has insanely short nails from biting them down too much; she dresses quite preppy but prefers to dress more casual but likes to maintain her image so doesn’t. She keeps herself in quite pristine condition, always doing a five step facial routine, makeup always on point. She just very much always looks put together. She does have a huge social media presence but she isn’t really a full influencer (not like Leo)

She got sorted into mortkranken, which wasn’t a surprise to her- due to her role of inspector she’s one mental breakdown away of trying to find a way to fasten the curse so the stress is over with but she’s doing a good job at maintaining an image of mental stability (for now) tho I’d probably say it’s definitely cracking especially after the events in the most recent episode (7)

Hobbies:studying;shopping;researching myths

She grew up as the youngest of three, her parents had high expectations and they were all set to a high standard, being the youngest she was forever compared to the eldest two especially when she’s failed to succeed in something as well as they did. Her parents were quite volatile to eachother and to the siblings and would forever turn each one against the other. She was the first to leave-at 18 under the excuse of needing to stay nearer to the university-she was studying economics/business administration something she had no interest in but was an insistence of her parents and a condition for leaving. She worked part time to raise a secret fund in order for her to properly be able to leave after she gets her degree. Her relationship with her siblings is strained but got so much better after she left the house, to the point they gave her a ticket to her favourite bands last concert for her birthday.

After the concert the events of the game take place and she’s cursed, she’s been in contact with her siblings who are extremely jealous she’s at Darkwick and she is currently debating cutting off contact with her parents but fears losing her siblings, she does only have one year left after all.

Olivia-the sweetest lady to ever exist, she’s a hard worker who can’t hide her feelings. Absolutely adores animals and is a sucker for anything cute, she used to be quite the rebel but had to quickly grow up after her parents died(not that she wasn’t already quite mentally matured#traumatised) and she had to become her brothers guardian. She has quite a soft sweet voice and loves to chat but only if she’s completely comfortable with the person, otherwise she’s quite blunt. She’ll eat anything but her favourite snack is anything strawberry flavoured. She’s extremely caring and hates to see people overwork themselves despite overworking herself on the daily.

She has bleached white hair and light brown roots growing through, amber eyes and a mole underneath her left eye; she has a lobe piercing and a left helix; she dresses eclectically, sometimes she’s casual sporty, sometimes she’s a party girl, gothy literally depends on her mood and sometimes her brother will dress her up-she is literally Adam Sandler one day and Jessie rabbit the next. She likes brightly coloured makeup and clothes.

She got sorted into jabberwock, when she got to finally look around the nature reserve she cursed the chancellor for making her an inspector when she could’ve been working in the reserve. She doesn’t mind being an inspector and just goes with the flow as long as she’s getting paid and has her brother she’s fine but is trying to help out as much as she can at jabber.

Hobbies:feeding stray cats; sketching;baking;working (she works too much it has to be a hobby)

Olivia was a bit of a rebel, joining a small time gang with other girls when she was 14, her parents didn’t particularly care about her whereabouts as long as she took care of her younger brother Karma, which she tried her best too. They were alcoholics who didn’t care for their children and when Olivia reached 18 they died in a ‘freak accident’, leaving her and her 17 year old brother to fend for themselves. They had nothing, no money or family to look after them, so Olivia took on as many jobs as she could to help provide Karma with all the good things in life, she quit her gang and tried to move on although she would sometimes get dragged into fixing a problem for them. She didn’t go to uni and instead has been paying for karma to go to art school instead (he got a scholarship that pays half and they have to pay the other half)

Now, karma joint Darkwick a week after the events after Haku hears Olivia’s complete breakdown at not having her brother or being able to contact him as they’re both the only thing they’ve got to rely on. she didn’t have the breakdown on Haku but on the chancellor he was waiting to speak to the chancellor about a recent mission the general students went on and accidentally overheard~he waited for her to leave and then refused to leave until he got the chancellor to st least consider the idea.

Haku managed to convince them afterwards that her brother could be targeted by a similar anomaly/ it might help in figuring out a cure if they had someone with the same dna

-the chancellor also did it for her ‘mental health’ and assured Karma they’d provide whatever he needed for his studies, they’ve also promised Olivia they’ll pay whatever is needed for karmas education and life if she dies/ a hasty promise after Haku managed to convince him.

Olivia doesn’t know Haku helped her yet and probably won’t know until the chancellor tells her.

The chancellor most likely brought him in more for the assistance in finding a cure/testing to see if anomalies are more attracted to their blood as well as other experiments.

She was much happier snd brighter after he was brought in and Karma was happy to be with his sister and be in THE Darkwick university.

Karma-outspoken and blunt, despite appearing brazen he has a gentle disposition and is very chill as long as you don’t cross him or anyone else he cares for. He’s overprotective of Olivia and tries to get her to take a break as much as he can. He oil paints and enjoys water colours as a treat, he enjoys having a muse to help him paint and is a bit of a player. He worries Olivia cause he seems to jump from person to person and has been since their parents died. He enjoys sweet food and like Olivia will devour anything strawberry flavoured. He wants to be strong like Olivia and tries to copy how she fights.

Olivia is 23 and karma is 21/22.

He enjoys social media but doesn’t like having a presence on there, he does post pictures of his art on there although some are blurry.

He has bleached hair just like Olivia and black roots that come through, he has a mole just underneath his mouth on the right, amber eyes; he has all lobe piercings;helix;conch; Raith; nose piercing and is debating an eyebrow piercing; he is a pretty boi~ tallish and wears loose clothing that always has some sort of paint splatter on them. He doesn’t care about what he wears cause he knows he looks good although he enjoys picking out outfits for other people-mostly Olivia as he is quite the secret loser with not so many friends although he says it’s cause he focuses too much on his painting. Has a plan to get completely covered in tattoos but is awaiting to hit it big as a painter before he does.

He got sorted into vagastrom and had no clue what was going on, only that they okayed him to spray paint the rooms and do car decals so he’s happy enough. He doesn’t care if someone’s a ghoul and will call out someone on their shit if it’s deserved. No one believes him when he says Olivia can fight, but the pictures and vids he has prove otherwise~Leo is interested in the different sides and likes using his paintings for his TikTok’s and using him as a fake boyfriend along with Sho. He did try to stay with Olivia in the cathedral but in case something happens (like turning into an anomaly) then it’s safer for him to stay there. He doesn’t trust Haku and is trying to now stop both haru and Olivia from overworking themselves.

Hobbie:painting;partying; napping and boxing.

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what are your favorite met gala looks, if you have those? could be any year

oh my god okay so i could talk about this all day but i’m gonna choose a masculine and feminine look from my two favourite gala themes and talk about them

2018: HEAVENLY BODIES

this is by far the BEST met gala theme there has ever been . this was the most iconic year with honestly the most beautiful garments . it’s hard to pick a favourite bc there was so many gorgeous ones like shot out to zendaya and her joan of arc outfit that was gorgeous, and blake lovely rihanna cardi b sza EVERYONE tbh the looks were fantastic but here’s two i want to talk about

chadwick boseman !!!!! rest in peace chadwick you were an icon and i love you :( but this was genuinely my favourite masculine costume that year it’s so regal . it’s simple but the ornate details across the front of the cape and the suit bring this element of delicacy that is just so elegant. almost referential to elements of design in the vatican . the off white suits the undertones of his skin as well had the entire costume been the pure white of the button up shirt it would have washed him out the warmer tone suits him. it’s so gorgeous .

for feminine i chose katy perry !!!!! al thought he outfit itself is a little basic being just a golden mini dress and high boot, the wings pull it all together for me. the absolute intricacy in the maker of these wings the designer is so fucking amazing . she is THE archangel. the added mesh layer over her dress and sleeves was a good idea i think so that there is some kind of pattern for some added detailing but nothing that’s too loud that would conflict with the wings or draw attention the bodice . this for me is one of the most underrated looks from this year everything down to the colour of her hair is perfect and the haircut itself works so well with this had she wore a wig it wouldn’t created too much going on around the neck she looks so beautiful and the impurity of the colour of the wings moving between shades of cream golds and off whites is so beautiful to me. absolutely gorgeously constructed garment . fantastic .

2019: CAMP

SO many people had trouble understanding the theme for this one just wearing ugly clothes but no girl . camp is a theatrical performance of gender art and fashion . you’re not just wearing something ‘so ugly it’s good’ you’re wearing something carefully curated to display a flamboyant and theatrical performance deeply rooted in queer culture . anyway .

lady gaga. she fucking gets it . it’s the performance of femininity and sexuality . it’s the theatrics behind her costume, the orchestration behind each reveal and her attitude change with each new outfit she appeared in . it might not be intended this way but the evolution of female sexuality present in her performance from standards of beauty representing the modest neckline and wide hip illusion created by the flowing petticoats towards the modern movement of sexual liberation ending with her present in front of a crowd in clothing that is considered inherently sexual, or ‘skimpy’ having men as the ones who removed each layer of her clothing as theatrics and the performance of sexual liberation and the entitlement to the female body . that’s just my interpretation tho .

ezra miller . I KNOW WE ALL HATE THEM THEYRE LITERALLT A CRIMINAL . but this fit went hard. the outfit incorporates both traditionally masculine and feminine aspects like the corset representing the feminine silhouette as well as the train a mockery of the masculine tailcoat becoming the feminine train indicative of the blurred lines between modern gender created by a sense of periodic fashion . the mask a hint to the experiences of the queer person hiding their uniqueness their ‘flaws’ and ‘imperfections’ that can be seen as unnatural by those looking upon them . red lipstick hidden by the mask again hinting towards that hidden femininity associated with the queer man . the multitude of eyes as well indicative of the queer persons constant vigiliamce and need to constant be aware of how they present themselves their mannerisms their appearance the way they speak it’s a reflection of constantly watching how peopel perceive you from behind the mask OUGH . maybe i’m reading too much into these.

anyway these r my favourite looks thank you for your time

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Oc introduction

Hey guys, I figured I could tell you something about my Ocs to keep you guys entertained.

Dracie:

Dracie Moguera is (my persona and Oc at the same time) an angel. She has red hair and red eyes (I can draw her and show you what she looks like). Her best friend is a furry dragon (yes, a literal dragon with fur) named Soren. He has white fur and blue eyes and he can fly like Dracie. Dracie's personality is based off of me so if you get to know me better you will know how she behaves. All I can say is; she's kind and caring but if your someone she dislikes she will actively hate on you. She's pretty stubborn and prideful, though she's shy and doesn't have much confidence. If she dislikes you she won't look at you and won't cross your path.

Soren:

Like I already said he's a white dragon with fur. (I haven't given him a lot of personality/ I kinda neglected him) Once I shipped him with Dracie (which is so weird), so I guess he once had a crush on her?? I think he tries to be cool and tries to be a badboy.

Carmilla:

Carmilla Cerona is a vampire. She lives in a mansion in the woods. She lives with 4 other people: Ruth, her best friend, Nosferatu, also her best friend, Heather, I haven't decided what relationship they have and Bernard, same thing as with Heather. She's really kind but looks very strict. She's french and has kind of a heavy accent. She has short black wavy hair and pink eyes with cat pupils?? She likes to wear black and red clothes. (I have this headcanon that she smokes sometimes)

Ruth:

She has long black wavy hair and green eyes. She likes to invent new things and always shows Carmilla her inventions. She's also a really nice person. She also loves to talk to others. She wears a red long sleeved shirt with a brown vest and she also has goggles on her head (Dracie also has goggles but since she doesn't fly often she almost never wears them).

Nosferatu:

He has greenish-greyish skin and a yellow sclera. He has long straight white hair and a beard (but like only on his chin). When I first designed him he looked ugly af but I made him pretty. He looks like he's gonna kill you but he is actually kind. He loves tea and books. (I headcanon him as a librarian (do you write it like that??)) He wears mostly black. He wears a black suit with black tie and a white shirt underneath. He's the tallest of them all. He's very calm and mostly observing. Also I sometimes ship him with Ruth.

Heather:

She has short red hair and blue eyes. She doesn't like Dracie. And she's bestie with Bernard. (Maybe I ship??) Honestly I gave her absolutely no personality. I dislike her tho.

Bernard:

I don't know why but I made him look like a winx character. Like literally he's built like one. He has orange hair and ALWAYS wears a white suit. At first he disliked Dracie but he likes her now kind of. Like with the others I gave him absolutely no personality.

I do have a lot more Ocs but I'm only gonna share these for now. Please send me some headcanons of these I need a personality for them.