#I forgot to draw an item of clothing

[tilexsaytale-officially]

I decided to show his kindness to children, he loves children in a good way, he dreams of being a father, but only wants to shelter some Sans, does not want to be a biological father, although this is not even possible, most are afraid of him, you can say he is not completely bad.

Slash belongs to @itsxroxannex (I've been drawing this for hours :_<)

[obsidian-art04]

My little dnd group of tes ocs <3

Not all of them, we're missing two, but most of them

Okay! Some quick bios

Fevrilla: orc, she/her cis lesbian, a member of the companions

Irvantha: altmee, she/her transfem aroace, archmage of the College of Winterhold

Yenlori: dragonborn snow elf, she/her cis biromantic ace, thieves guild leader and nightingale, student at bards College

Edraith: dragonborn snow elf, he/they transmasc mlm, professor at the college of winterhold and historian, Yenloris twin

Fevasi: Nerevarine dunmer, she/her transfem (in the way a woman who is the reincarnation of a man is, otherwise technically cis) omnisexual, listener of the dark brotherhood, Edraiths twin

Radaen: dragonborn dunmer, they/she non-binary, black hand member and thieves guild ally

Akash: khajiit, she/they pan, high ranking membr of the thieves guild, selectively mute

[hiddenonyx]

Borrowing Their Clothes | Obey Me! Brothers

A/N: I have some writing done of this for the side cast, but it's not finished and I wanted to put something out. This is several months old and I think edited, but no promises lol written in second person, no mention of gender.

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Lucifer honestly, didn't even notice that you had swiped something from his closet until he saw you in it. It was late at night and Lucifer, still ever working, decided to stop by the kitchen for another cup of coffee. When he saw the light already on, he had assumed it was Beel getting a head start on his midnight snacking. He was surprised to see you, getting yourself a glass of water when he turned the corner. He was even more surprised (and a bit flustered) to see that your choice of sleepwear is a too-big black dress shirt and matching underwear- wait a minute. 

You can see the gears turning in his head as he slowly (either from the late hour or being flustered or both) figures out that it's one of his dress shirts you're wearing. You have to bite the inside of your check to resist snickering as he simply stands there, looking dumbfounded. Does he chide you for taking something of his? Does he fuck you? Does he say anything at all?

Mammon is the type of person who never remembers what stuff he has or where it is until he suddenly remembers and wants to wear it. Thus he's angrily digging through his closet for this one grey long-sleeved shirt. He could've sworn that he still had it and that it was here, with all the other shirts he had barely worn. Did Asmo comb through his closet again and take stuff? After almost ten minutes of angry searching, Mammon decides to hell with it - he'll just sulk all day, it's fine. He makes his way to the music room - maybe watching some TV will make him feel better. That's when he notices you, already watching TV, wearing that same exact grey long-sleeve shirt with black leggings.

"Oi!" he snaps at you, drawing your attention to him, "That's my shirt. Where'd ya get it?!"

You tilt your head at him slightly, "Your closet?"

"And what makes you think you can just root around in the Great Mammon's closet without permission, huh?"

You shrug, "You weren't wearing it."

"So?!" He gives his dumbfounded look as if he can't believe your logic.

"Well if you want it back that bad, you can come take it off me."

Levi keeps careful track of all his anime and fandom hoodies (they are one of his top three favorite merch items after all). So one could imagine his panic at the realization that he's missing one. At first, Levi hopes that he just forgot to hang it in its proper spot. But after going through every single one, the anger of the realization that it’s actually gone sets in. Did Mammon take it and sell it? He better not have or not even Lucifer will be able to help him! He storms out of his room, his demon form standing out from the other seeming humans in the house.

"MMAAMMOONN!"

"He already left for the casino," the voice that makes him pause is yours. You look up from the sitting room couch setting your book and mug down, "What happened this time?"

"That bastard took one of my hoodies and probably sold it —" he stops mid-sentence as you stand up, wearing the very same hoodie he's been looking for, "Where did you get that?"

"Huh?" You look down at yourself, "Oh this ended up in my laundry basket. It's cute so I figured I'd wear it, but I don't know who’s...it's yours, isn't it?"

A blush starts to creep onto his face as he nods and bites at the back of his hand to stop from squealing: you look so cute in it.

Satan is used to having his clothes "borrowed" by Asmo. He's used to walking into his room and seeing Asmo going through his closet to find something to finish his outfit or to peruse the fourth born’s shocking amount of sweaters. What Satan is not used to is walking into his room and seeing you trying on a thick, oversized, woolen sweater. He stands at the entrance of his room, watching as you hum thoughtfully to yourself as you twist back and forth in his full length mirror. He holds his breath, you haven't noticed him, nor did you hear him come in, and he doesn't want to startle you. He watches on in silence, a soft smile warming his face as he takes in just how cute you look. Maybe he'll let you keep it.

Asmo has no problem sharing clothes. Any kind, any style, he has at least five options for you. Mini skirts? Check? Ripped denim jeans? What wash would you like, darling? Honestly, it feels like half your closet is his closet - he doesn't have any problem just giving you his clothes. Asmo often buys clothing that he knows that both of you would like just so you two can share. You also find yourself sharing or even wearing clothes from Satan and Solomon, and even Mammon sometimes (huh who knew Mammon owned long-sleeved shirts?)

Beel will absolutely hand you his jacket because you mention that you're a little chilly and then completely forget that he did. He frowns a little as he looks around his room, confused as to where it's gone. Belphie didn't borrow it and isn't using it as a blanket...so did Asmo take it? But why would he? Asmo said that his jacket "wasn't quite his style" so where did it end up? Perhaps he left out in one of the common spaces? Beel hunts through each room before finding you in the planetarium, sitting on the floor, looking up, and wearing his coat. He snickers quietly - it's far too big for you; it swallows you up so that only your head pokes out. He rests against the doorframe, watching you watch the stars. He'll let you wear it for a moment longer.

Belphie is a little miffed when his daily sweater goes missing. It's not the first time something like this has happened - laundry occasionally gets swapped around in the house, but he could've sworn that he had gotten his sweater back this past laundry day. Maybe he left it in the attic? One tiring climb up the stairs and search around the attic later, Belphies sighs and pulls out his phone.

[House of Lamentation]

"Hey has anyone seen my sweater? I can't find it anywhere." -Belphie

"Did you check the laundry room?" - Lucifer

"Yeah, it's not there. Checked the attic too." -Belphie

"Actually you left it in my room the other day." -MC

"Oh. I'll come get it." [Thanks sticker] -Belphie

It's only a few minutes before Belphie knocks on your door. He blushes once you open your door, surprised to find you swearing his sweater.

"Thought I'd keep it warm for you," you tease.

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[anadiasmount]

hey love! could you write a blurb about jude being mad at you and not talking to you and you make it up to him and he knows he cant stay mad so he forgives you and you cry and hes all like "dont cry bby" something super fluffy

hi hi hi!! here you go lovely! 🤍 i think i would cry the minute he starts ignoring me… 😟💔

| masterlist | jude's masterlist

you rolled your eyes and walked away from jude who scrolled through his phone quietly and undisturbed. he had been ignoring you since last night when you had accidentally forgotten to remind him you had plans. they were made super quick so he was left dumb founded when you were out and instead at home with him.

you texted him prior before you left and you guess he had not read that. jude was being cold, ignoring your hugs or attempts of kisses. last night when you got home all he could do was turn and face the door and didn't even utter a good night. you tried to make his favorite cookies but he looked at them and went to training. he hadn't said a word since the day before.

jude was chatty, sometimes you would lose focus on what he was saying because he went from one story to another in a span of seconds. it began to irritate you when he wasn't speaking, not answering texts, calls, and even questions you asked. he simply felt like a stranger.

you got up early to make him breakfast, even a small snack so he could have it after training. filled his training bag with clean clothes and his extra pair of boots, and his water bottle. he didn't even thank you, walking away and into the taxi to the training center.

it bothered you the entire day how distant and immature he was being. jude was the type to check in, so glancing at your phone every minute that passed also didn't help. he should be able to talk it out instead of acting like a jerk. you cursed at him silently in your head, pinching the bridge of your nose before returning back to your tasks.

on the way back home, you picked up his favorite meal from the grocery store, getting all his favorite snacks and drinks he would eat around the house. you got a deck of cards and a new board game to try out. you wanted to make it up to him, any way possible.

jude continued to ignore you throughout the evening, making you start feel uneasy and guilty for a small mistake you committed. part of you also still felt angry because he would even bother to answer anything or the fact he was in his own world making you feel like an outcast. your eyes burned with tears as you heard him walk upstairs, choking back a sob as all you wanted was to be held by him.

jude upstairs was also beginning to feel he dragged it out to much. a feeling in his chest when he remembered how defeated you looked as he came up to your bedroom. he wanted you to feel like he felt yesterday, but he could see it wasn’t the same for you. jude had to resist the urge to tell you about his day, the thank you’s for making him food and cookies, for going above and beyond all day so he could lay attention to you.

a plastic wrapping caught jude’s eyesight after an hour passed. you still hadn’t come up and he was afraid you wouldn’t because of how he acted. he was overreacting he knew it, but also he felt disappointed and upset at the fact you clearly forgot to tell him about your plans till last minute.

“what the?” jude asked himself as he approached the wrapping. he uncovered it being faced with a cartoon drawing similar to those they did at fair of the two of you. next to it was a small minion holding a small box of box of hershey kisses and a hand written note by you.

ilysm my little minion (jude) 🖤

- y/n 💋

he laughed feeling the guilt in his chest as he stared at the three pieces you got him yesterday while you were out. you always thought of him, like jude always thought about you. he grabbed the three items and headed downstairs where he saw you watching a movie, covered with a knitted blanket and laying on your side.

you yawned slowly drifting in and out of sleep, your body feeling as it sinked into the couch and would never come back up. you listened to jude as he paced around, your heart racing when he began approaching you. you continued to stare out into the tv, tears brimming your eyes again as you felt the need to apologize.

jude sat by your legs, looking directly at you not being able to hold it in any longer, “y/n? don’t cry baby…” jude said gently grabbing your arm and helping you pull yourself up into his arms. you let out struggles of scattered breaths and sobs, holding him tightly against your front and on his lap.

jude ran his hand on your back, soothing your choked sobs and whines. “i’m sorry y/n, i was being immature and a jerk when you didn’t deserve it. you made a mistake and i had no right to push and ignore you like i did,” jude apologized first pulling you back so he could wipe away the tears.

“part of me was hurt because i wanted to spend time you and you weren’t here. and you had advised me last minute you were going out. you always tell me a day, a week even a month in advance when you go out, i don’t know why i thought negative thoughts…” jude continued, kiss your hand and rubbing your cheek in comfort.

he watched you finally relax into his embrace, eyes closed and wet due to the tears, lips slightly plump and swollen from crying. “i saw your gift,” jude says happily, watching your glossy eyes lift up as you gave him a small smile. “where should we hang it up?”

“anywhere you want,” you say shrugging still trying to wrap your head if he actually stopped ignoring you. “y/n? you know i love you so much too right? i didn’t ever mean to make you cry, princess…” jude frowned pulling you down to him once again.

“but you did jude. i was so scared and nervous you wouldn’t talk to me because of that! you didn’t say goodbye nor a thanks, i called and you wouldn’t answer, texts straight to read! i was worried sick you wouldnt check in at all!”

jude heard you muffled out, feeling you hold him like you wanted and craved last night. jude peppered kisses onto your collarbone, “forgive me baby. i won’t ever do that again,” jude say between kisses. “ever ever ever again jude… we talk it out that’s how’s things work, okay jude?”

“and i’m sorry too. my head went to a different mind place and idk why i told you last minute when i had know the day before. i’ve been busy with the upcoming charity project it went through my head,” you apologized as well, holding his face between your hands as you placed small kisses on his cheeks, nose and temple. anywhere you had access to, feeling him smile and tug you closer to him.

“and i love you.”

“i know baby, i know. i also saw it on the note next to the minion holding the chocolates,” jude laughed making you giggle loud. “he kinda looked like you,” you joked hearing a small gasp come from jude’s mouth. “take it back!” jude says putting your against the couch and tickling your sides and neck. “never!”

“okay okay i take it back,” you say out of breath after laugh uncontrollably. jude and you never fought or argued, so holding him like this after not being able to felt like a reward. your leaned up and kissed him, sighed in delight as you felt the familiar plump lips with yours. “do i actually look like a minion,” jude said nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“yes yes you do…”

[blackleatherjacketz]

John

Homelander x Female Reader

Summary: Homelander gets jealous when you take a new lover with the same name as him, and makes sure you remember who you belong to.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only! Mature/Explicit Content, Dark Themes, Homelander Should Be His Own Warning! Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Stalking, Obsessive Homelander, Jealousy, Threatening, Choking, Intimidation, Dubious Consent, Fear Kink, Breaking and Entering, Kissing, Possessive Homelander Ripping Your Clothes Off, Vaginal Sex, Hate Fucking

Word Count: 2k+

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A cool and sudden breeze blows in from the hallway as you finish brushing your teeth, telling that you somehow forgot to close a window even though you distinctly remember checking each and every one. You wipe your mouth and grab the heaviest item closest to you, a large cylindrical Virgin Mary candle as you reluctantly venture out into your bedroom, scanning it for intruders before padding out into your dimly lit living room.

“I hope you don’t plan on hitting me over the head with that thing.” His familiar voice booms in your chest as he closes your balcony door very slowly before confidently stepping toward you. “Because that really wouldn’t work out well for you.”

“Homelander,” you greet him shakily, his tone making you unsure if him being here is better or worse than having a robber break into your apartment. “What are you…” you swallow hard as you still grip onto the candle. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” He smiles at you with malicious intent, the rage in his eyes barely contained by the false upturn of his lips. “Can’t I visit my best girl whenever I want?”

“Whenever you want?” You whisper back to him, still in shock that he’s come to visit you after all this time. It had almost been a year since he first saved you from that falling car, since he found out where you lived just to ‘check up on his favorite citizen’ in the middle of the night. It seemed like forever since he last soaked your sheets with his sweat, thrusting the gratitude right out of your body through sordid moans and needy gasps night after night for weeks on end.

But you were always ready to accept the fact that each deliciously torrid encounter you had with him could very well be your last, that someone like him could easily grow tired of someone like you… until that possibility finally became a reality. You figured that another woman had simply taken your place as his visits began to wax and wane, that someone younger or thinner had occupied his time and satisfied his needs better than you ever could. So when weeks had gone by without a sign or whisper of his presence, you decided that it was time to move on.

“Homelander, this is… you haven’t been here in ages. I thought that you…” You barely manage to stammer in your stunned state, his presence alone forcing your hormones to start coursing through your bloodstream.

“You thought, what, exactly? Hmm? That you could just move on with someone else because I was busy keeping you and the American people safe?” He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head as a disappointed sigh brews in his chest, morphing into a desperate laugh. “That you could just forget about me?”

Uh-oh.

The skin on your face and neck starts to warm up with that exquisite concoction of fear and arousal he always seems to draw out of you. You wish you could control how he made you feel, that there was some version of you, somewhere, that could resist him, but that was all part of his charm, now wasn’t it?

“Lose the candle, princess.” His tone is more serious than it’s ever been with you before, dipping down to a dark timbre you’ve only ever heard him use with his enemies.

“Yup.” You do as you’re told and loosen your grip on the candle without another thought, nearly dropping it onto one of your toes as it hits the floor with a dull thud.

“And you with a fucking investment banker of all people? I mean, really?” He scoffs, taking his time walking around your living room as he puffs up his chest. “I would have thought that you were better than that.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch his boots bend the hard wood of your floors, hammering home the heavy weight of the situation that you weren’t nearly as awake for as you needed to be.

“John,” you try to console him, taking a few cautious steps forward with an outstretched arm.

“John,” he repeats in a mocking tone, raising his eyebrows. He chuckles to himself again, picking up one of the pillows on your couch before running his gloved hand over the crushed velvet. “The fact that you chose someone with the same first name as me is really fucking telling, you know that? If you missed me that much, you could have just called.”

“And just how am I supposed to do that? Huh? You made sure I couldn’t call you when you left here without a trace.” You cross your arms over your chest as he puts the pillow back down, reminding him of how he left things.

“Don’t you put this on me!” He bares his teeth as his eyes glow red, pointing a finger at you before that warm hue quickly subsides.

Holy shit, you’re in trouble.

“I’m sorry,” you try.

“You’re sorry?” He smiles as if to shake off any real emotions he may have about the situation, tying your stomach into knots in the process as you try to keep up with his ever changing moods. “Do you have any idea how fucked up it was for me to hear you screaming that name when I wasn’t the one inside you?”

Your heart falls out of your chest, sinking down to the very pit of your stomach as his words hit your ears, weighing you down so that you can barely move. You had no idea that he cared that much about you, that he would even think to drop by after being away for so long. But why did he have to wait? Why did he have to hear…?

“I was going to visit you that night, but he was already here.” He spits, pointing to the doorway behind you. “In your bedroom of all places!” He takes a few more careful steps toward you, his eyes now burning his usual fiery blue. “It took everything I had not to destroy the both of you right then and there, but lucky for you, I’ve been working on my impulse control.”

All you can do is stare at him, lips trembling, unable to think of anything to say that won’t make him more angry than he already is. You swallow hard, quaking in silence as he advances on you, his jaw clenching in anger before he dared to speak again.

“You know, you really should have heard him beg for his life when I dangled him from the top of the Empire State Building.” He smiles so wide that the skin around his eyes begins to wrinkle, his canines appearing as fangs against his lips. “He even pissed himself before I dropped him from that high up. Pathetic, really. Load of good that big dick is now, huh?”

FUCK! What did he just say?

So that’s why the other John hasn’t called you in a few weeks; he wasn’t ignoring you at all, he was just… he was gone. You can only imagine how scared and confused he must have been as Homelander flew him up into the night sky one last time, the cool December wind biting at his cheeks. That is until he undoubtedly told him why he was doing it, because if you know anything about Homelander, you know that he made damn sure your former lover knew exactly why he was sending him to his death.

Homelander stops just short of your bare feet, towering over you as he places his gloved hand on your shoulder, squeezing hard before smoothing it up to your neck. He grins as he tightens his grip, leaning in close enough to whisper into your ear as he lets you think through the worst case scenario. “Now I don’t have to share you with anyone else anymore.”

You know that you should be appalled at what he’s telling you, that you should be absolutely sick to your stomach with fear and disgust, but fight and flight won’t do you any good against the most powerful man in the entire world. You’ve heard horror stories of those who have tried before you and failed, deciding in a split second to lean on your most trusted coping mechanism: fawn.

“You killed him… for me?” You lean into the idea of him being so obsessed with you that he couldn’t stand to have another man touch you in his absence; that you’ve haunted him well past the time since he left.

He pulls back to glare at you, surprised that you’re not more shocked about the news as his features shift from menacing to intrigue. For the first time since you’ve known him, The Homelander is speechless. You try to focus on the scent of his cologne as it swims through your nostrils, exciting every nerve in your body just like it used to as his thumb grazes over your windpipe, subtly threatening to end you right here and now as his eyes dart over your face.

“You sick fuck!” He whispers adoringly, grinning from ear to ear as he scans your vital signs for any biological tell of deceit. Unable to decipher the difference between the intertwined terror and excitement coursing its way through your body, he takes the hem of your t-shirt between his fingers, gathering the fabric together in his palm before quickly ripping it off your torso. “I knew you were just like me from the very first second I saw you. I could tell that you were different from everyone else, that you were special.”

He brushes his palm over your breasts, intently watching your nipples harden against the leather of his glove as he hungrily surveys every curve of your body. A look you know all too well paints his features with desire as he pushes you backward against the wall, the exposed brick cutting into the bare skin of your shoulder blades as you let out a surprised grunt. He chuckles before kissing your lips with a newfound intensity, his breath hitching into a needy moan as he tugs your underwear down your thighs, nipping at your bottom lip before ripping your panties off just as easily as he had your shirt.

All that anger and jealousy makes him take you that much quicker and harder than he ever had before, his superhuman girth stretching you to capacity before you can even blink. He glides inside your soaking wet walls in one fluid motion, making you forget about the other John entirely as he thrusts up into you with unmatched desperation.

“You’re mine,” he whispers before grasping onto your thighs, lifting them up around his waist so he can push even deeper inside. “From now on, you only fuck me! Got it?”

“Got it!” You cross your legs around his back, your feet getting caught in his cape as he bites his words into your neck, sucking your skin into his mouth until it nearly breaks against his tongue. You groan in ecstasy and run your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he latches onto you like a vampire, draining you of your very life force all while driving waves of delight through your viscera.

He continues sucking as many bruises onto your throat as possible, marking you as his for everyone else to see as he hits that precious bundle of nerves tucked away up inside you. His moans become more frequent as his needy, throbbing member brushes against your cervix with each tantalizing pass, shooting an electric tingling sensation up your spine and into the rest of your body. Every single thrust up into you seems to be fueled by his hatred for you and this situation; that palpable ferocity tainting your carnal reunion with just enough force to send you shaking and shivering over the edge just a little earlier than you expected.

“John!” You whimper as he drills each vengeful burst of pleasure up into your core, setting your skin on fire as you violently convulse around him.

“No,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, pressing his thumb into your deepest bruise as he glares at you with sweat dripping down his forehead. “You call me Homelander from now on.”

[klausysworld]

Could I ask a smut with klaus and a mermaid reader? She comes to the surface and he shows her the pleasures of the human body (and what is between the legs she just got

Dream come true

Klaus was prone to secrets so when he started taking day trips each week without any explanation, his family knew it was best to just pretend it wasn’t happening. They assumed he was probably out slaughtering innocents, none of them would have guessed he was sneaking off to the coast of Louisiana to see a mermaid.

The rare few times the originals had encountered mermaids…well they had been rather viscous creatures, sirens.

But y/n was a creature of delicacy and grace. She was shy and skittish, not Klaus’s usual type at all and yet he didn’t even want to deny that he had fallen for her.

Klaus had been down there at the very least once a week if not more. They had a cave they would meet at where the water was shallow enough for him to just reach the bottom if he wanted to and still deep enough for her to swim around freely.

Sometimes he would just sit on the ledge and let his legs float in the water while she laid on her back and spoke to him of the ocean drama. He loved to listen to how the other mer-people behaved, or even better when she began to speak of the animals. It never failed to impress him how comfortable the dolphins were with her. A few times now, at night when nobody was out, Klaus would have each hand on a fin of a two dolphins as she giggled and brought him further out.

Sometimes he managed to swim himself out but would his body would often get tired despite his supernatural abilities, because he hadn’t been feeding when he was with her it made him weaker. He initially underestimated how strong her rail was until he had grown tired of treading water and she wrapped her arms around his midsection, keeping him above the surface for another hour before holding his hand and swimming him back to land.

Klaus had never owned so many swimming trunks before. He also learned that most of his gifts weren’t very incredible to someone like her. Most jewels were in the ocean which meant a pearl necklace from him was just another tacky accessory for a mermaid. She never told him that of course, always showed her appreciation and wore the items each time he saw her but after a while he realised that she already owned an excessive amount and tried to get her things she didn’t yet have.

He found that something as simple as a hand carved, stone mermaid meant so much more to her than anything he could buy her. Framed drawings and human clothes were also of her interest.

Klaus had bought her a variety of pretty bras and bikini tops which always seemed to make her beam up at him and go behind the rocks to change into. Until, after a while, he had sat behind her on the edge of the rocks to slip the make-shift, shell bra off of her chest so he could pull the new patterned one on.

Once they knew each other well and saw one another more and more often, Klaus would pick her up, wrap her in a blanket and carry her around for a while so she could see some things on land. Often they would just sit up on the beach during the very early hours of the morning before anyone came by.

And it was one of those mornings where their usual sweet kisses became passionate making out and then his hands had snapped the material of her bra and he was gripping them desperately. She had no idea what he was doing but it felt indescribable to her and she couldn’t help the sounds she was producing when his lips pulled at her nipple and her tail began to lift and hit the sand. His hands rubbed down her scales smoothly and he forgot what she was for a moment as he went to open her nonexistent legs making her pull away in pain when he pulled at her tail.

He had apologised of course and put her sparkly bra back on. Klaus pulled her onto his lap and gently stroked her hips down as he whispered his “sorry”s over and over.

It was difficult not being able to have her the way he dreamt of. All he fantasised about was being able to make love to her. He wouldn’t be able to count the amount of times he had gotten off to a painting of her, the thought of her.

One day when they were down at the beach and they laid with each other on the sand, allowing the water to wash over them both every few seconds, her fingers had been stroking up and down his body lovingly when she came in contact with something unfamiliar.

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Her brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he kept in the grunt that threatened to escape him. She lifted her head in curiosity to look at the outline of the hard object in his swim shorts, a smile grew on her lips

“Did you get me another present?” She asked, surprised and excited but he only groaned softly and lifted her hand away when she tried to feel for what it was.

“No princess” he murmured “I’m sorry that’s not…fuck that’s not for you right now, my love” he told her while sitting up. She frowned a little in confusion but kept a smile on her face as to not show any disappointment that it wasn’t something for her.

“Is it… for someone else?” She asked quietly, trying to sound unbothered but he knew she was thinking he had bought someone else something

“Oh no no, it’s not…it’s not for anyone…it’s mine” he muttered while clearing his throat. His face was beat red as she asked her next question.

“Can I see it?” She smiled brightly he could feel himself twitch. His wolf was howling at him to take advantage of this moment and let her see his poor cock.

“It’s…it’s apart of me, love” he explained but she only got more confused. The water flowing up and down him wasn’t helping his situation, as well as her close proximity and lack of coverage for her top half. She had become much more comfortable with not wearing anything around him when she realised how good he could make her feel and how much he seemed to love the sight since that first morning.

“Well what is it?” She questioned with the slightest tilt of her head.

“It’s…something special that I suppose most sea creatures might not have…or it might not be as visible I’m not sure but mermen don’t have them sweetheart just human men.” He tried to give a short answer but everything he said brought more curiosity.

“Well I love human things and I love you so I’ll love this too I promise” she beamed at him and he couldn’t help the groan he let out as he banged the back of his head against the ground making her frown and worry. “You don’t have to share it” she told him quickly, not wanting him to hurt himself if she was upsetting him “I’m sorry, if it’s special then-“

“No..It’s not that I don’t want you to see Princess, because believe me, I would love you to have a look…it’s just…” he took a breath as he tried to think of a way to explain this too her. “It can make me feel a lot of things…it’s very sensitive and…precious?” He pinched himself at his own choice of words and sat up making her pull herself up too. She looked up at him with wide eyes when he shifted higher up the beach.

“I won’t ask anything else if you don’t want, just don’t leave yet please” she whispered thinking he was getting up to go, her eyes desperately looking to him so he would stay another hour.

“No…I’m not going, I’m just…thinking” he told her softly. She nodded and reached forward to hold his hand gently with a small smile on her face as she tried to stop herself from looking down at the mysterious thing in his shorts. He pursed his lips before coming to a decision and nodding. “Alright my love, I’m going to show you okay?” He announced while cupping her cheek with one hand and watching her face light up.

“Really?” She grinned and he nodded

“Just looking for now okay?”

“Mhm”

He kissed her lips briefly before hesitantly pulling his shorts down enough to let his cock aping out of them. Her eyes followed it with interest as it appeared even bigger then she had thought. She looked it over closely making his brows furrow as she did so. He wasn’t sure how to behave in this position, he definitely wasn’t prepared for her hand to wrap around it and pull it in curiosity

“Y/n!” He quickly grabbed her wrist “let’s not be so aggressive sweetheart” he told her, his eyes wide as she immediately let go and began to apologise. “It’s alright, just-“ he brought her hand back to it and slowly guided her to stroke him up and down. “Slow and steady” he whispered and she followed his lead. His breathing shallowed as she kept up the action after he let her wrist go and instead stroked her hair gently while telling her to go faster or slower every now and then.

She leaned her head down when a bead of white fluid trickled down one side “what’s that?” She whispered and he groaned at the feel of her hot breath over his tip.

“It just- it means you’re doing good princess” he grunted and she smiled.

“Really?” She stroked him a little faster, enjoying how his face twisted in pleasure and his body shuddered and arched.

Klaus’s mouth dropped open when he felt the heat of her tongue on his cock, pure ecstasy on his face as his eyes fluttered. Y/n hadn’t thought twice about the action, she just wanted to taste the liquid that meant he was happy. And oh was she glad she tried it, she liked it so much that she decided if she sucked harder then she would get more out of him. Which in all fairness she wasn’t wrong but it took Klaus and his body by surprise as he was forced into a much needed orgasm. If the situation had been different then he would have been embarrassed by how quick he came but it wasn’t like she knew how long most men lasted anyway. All she cared amount was gulping him down until he was milked dry.

Klaus nearly had to drag her off his cock when she kept sucking,

“I want some more” she whined while using her hand to make his dick big and hard again

“Princess- it’s sensitive, be gentle” he reminded and she nodded.

“Sorry” she whispered and slowly stroked him again, smiling when his hands cupped her face and guided her lips back down to his tip.

And from that day her mouth on his cock seemed to become more and more common. Whenever to noticed him to be hard, she was happy to make him feel better and drink his…milk.

Often Klaus would toy with her breasts while she licked his dick and played with his balls with interest. He couldn’t help but love the way she found everything about his body so incredibly fascinating, how eager she was to please him and watch his reactions. The louder he was, the more enthusiastic she felt.

She was always needing and he could only imagine what would happen if she ever had a human form.

It was topic that came up rather often actually. She had asked him once if there were any spells he knew of to let her be human, even just for a day. Y/n had made it very much clear that even though she dreamt have the ability to turn human, she wouldn’t trade her tail to be permanently human and Klaus understood that. He wouldn’t ask her to give who she was up. Just like he wouldn’t abandon his family to be a merman, but he would still entertain the idea of having fins for a day.

There had been so many nights in the water, both floating on their backs and looking up at the stars, fingers interlaced as they spoke about what they would do if one of them were able to become the other.

Klaus had told Y/n of all the different places in the world and Y/n told Klaus of the world below. Both sounded unbelievable to the other and Klaus had even brought her paintings and souvenirs from different countries while Y/n gave him shells and pearls from different oceans. Once or twice Klaus had set up a canvas on the beach and had Y/n explain the sea kingdom so he could try and envision it.

Y/n had tried to look for possible ways to turn one way or the other in the sea world, asking other mer-people and enchantresses. She was able to locate and come into possession of a special shell necklace that needed to be spelled by both a sea witch and a land witch to bind the magic and allow the being to wear it to turn into a mer-person in the water and a human when dry. So she brought it to Klaus on their next day together and he took it back home with him and found the most powerful witch he could to ensure the spell would work.

She had tried to convince him to wear it first but he shook his head and claimed that she deserved it more. He knew she had wanted to experience human life since young and so she should get to first. He promised when she had seen the perks of humanity then he would come with her to meet her family and friends as well.

But for the time being, he wanted her dreams to come true.

Which brought us to now.

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Klaus carried Y/n to the steps at the very top of the beach, he grabbed a towel from the car and gently dried her tail until both of them felt the buzz of magic in the air and the mermaid features vanished from her body. A scream left her as legs formed in place on her tail and his hand quickly covered her mouth as to not alarm locals.

“Sh sh sweetheart it’s okay” he chuckled watching her struggle to move them individual instead of together. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was fast. It didn’t register to him that she was naked, he didn’t care at that moment either, he was just so happy to see her having this experience.

Klaus lifted her onto her feet, instantly catching her when she failed to balance herself and fell backwards. Instead he shook his head with a laugh and carried her to the car. She had never been in a ‘moving thing’ before, only seen them parked and was petrified the whole time.

Klaus had let her scroll through his Spotify and find the artists she had favoured over their time together until they got to a hotel that klaus had pre booked for the week. They were in agreement that they would alternate in a week to wear the shell necklace so they both got the full experience of the other.

So he came prepared and had a suitcase of flowy dressed ready for her. He didn’t want anything too tight on her new legs and he wanted her to feel both pretty and comfortable.

But for the time being he pulled a top over her head and with much confusion on her end, a pair of panties up her legs. That was when she realised she had something between her legs, but not the same as what he had which only baffled her further. So when he went to get her some food, she decided to touch it. Turns out it was just as sensitive as his seemed to be, just as addictive as she rubbed her fingers against herself and tried to stop herself from making such needy sounds.

Klaus’s eyes almost fell out of his head when he found her squirming amongst the blankets, moaning and whining with her hand between her legs.

He shoved the takeaway bags on the side and kicked the door shut. She was clearly not paying attention as her hips thrust up and her legs shook. Only when her wrists were grabbed ahold of and she lost ahold of that intense pleasure she was chasing did she seem to come back to reality. Her eyes found his as she panted like a dog in heat. Klaus let out a chuckle at her behaviour and shook his head

“Couldn’t wait just 10 minutes could you sweetheart?” He murmured as he lifted her soaked hands to his mouth and licked them clean. She couldn’t help the moan that left her as he did so.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he kept her still. “I want to touch” she whispered and he hummed

“Feels good doesn’t it princess?” He teased and she nodded

“Does it feel like that when I touch you there?” She asked quietly and he nodded

“A little different but the overall outcome is pretty much the same.” He told her and she nodded in understanding. He let go of her hands and watched as she looked to his for permission before rubbing her fingers against her swollen clit. He shifted to kneel between her legs and placed a hand on each thigh. She let out a whine as he pushed them as far apart as she could manage before leaning down and blowing air over her core.

She moved her fingers away when she noticed his mouth inching closer and closer. After seeing how Klaus had writhed in pleasure when she put her mouth in him, she couldn’t wait for him to do it back.

As soon as his tongue laid flat against her bundle of nerves, she was a mess. He rubbed it back and forth against her, rolled it through her folds and back up to her pulsing pearl. Her fingers curled into his curls and nearly yanked them out of his head as his tongue went inside her and his nose rubbed her clit.

Klaus continued to lap at her her only a minute before she was cumming all over his face and screaming at the overwhelming rush.

He kissed from her soft little pussy, up to her face as she whimpered pleasantly. Her licks locked with his as his hands slid up under her t-shirt to squeeze her breasts the way he always did.

“Can you do it again?” She whispered needily and he chuckled with a smile as he pulled away and looked down at her.

“I’m going to give you something better” he told her and she tilted her head in question but he only grinned back at her.

He kept a hand on her knee, keeping it pressed against the bed so her legs were open while he kicked his jeans and boxers off and onto the floor. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his hard cock and her hand’s immediately reached forward to stroke it. He groaned softly in response and reluctantly tapped her wrist so she would stop

“Thank you sweetheart but you don’t need to do that this time” he whispered and she hesitantly nodded and took her hands away. “Good girl, now just relax a moment and close you eyes” he guided and she did so.

Though it didn’t last long for her eyes flew open when he thrust his whole cock inside her with one abrupt thrust. The stretch stung and a cry left her lips as she tried to push him away.

“Sh sh princess, it’s okay, it’s gonna feel much better in a minute” he told her gently, trying to calm her down as her cunt squeezed him unbearably tight for the next few moments.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth. His mouth hung open at the feel and sound of her sopping pussy gripping him as he slid within her. His hands grabbed onto the sheets beside her head as he moved a little faster. His mind was spinning with pleasure, he had fucked a lot of women in his time, a lot of virgins too but never had he fucked someone so wet and tight, not someone as loud as she was.

Neither one of them registered the banging coming from the other side of the wall as she screamed and moaned as though her life depended on it. His hand coming down to rub his thumb against her clit only made her louder as she seemed to only get tighter.

He continued to thrust himself in and out of her through her orgasm, his groans became dragged out moans as he kept fucking into her desperately. Klaus pulled her legs over his shoulders causing her to cry out over and over for him to go faster. She could barely comprehend anything when he went at his max speed, having her cum again without warning. Her sounds and words were a blur as he kept up his pace until he was unable to stop the wave of pleasure running through him. He came with a broken gasp, his hands grabbing onto her and holding her right against him as he slowed his movements and pumped her full of him.

They both laid still, his body trapping hers underneath him as they came down from their highs.

“I love having legs” she whispered, eyes wide with wonder. Klaus let out a laugh and nodded in agreement

“I love your legs too sweetheart” he told her in amusement.

They both laid there for a while, he cleaned her up of course so she wasn’t sticky, and then they both relaxed in one another’s hold.

His hands pet her hair gently, her touch as loving as he had ever been and his words were innocent ramblings of what they would do the next few days while she was in human form and where she wanted to go.

She looked up at him with a frown

“How am I supposed to top this?” She asked him and he furrowed his brows

“What do you mean?”

“Well you just gave me the best feeling in the world…how am I supposed to replicate that when you become a merman for a week?” She questioned and he laughed

“That’s what you’re nervous about?” He grinned and she nodded. “Sweetheart, you’ve been giving me the best feeling of my life since that day on the beach” he whispered and she smiled with a blush.

“Am I still allowed to do that?” She whispered and he nodded.

“Of course you can princess” he smiled and she beamed back. It never failed to please him with how eager she was to suck him off, even after giving everything he had to her, she still found her own pleasure in seeing him happy.

He smiled as she snuggled closer onto him, her legs tangling with his and her face in his chest as she began to drift to sleep.

The next morning he had arranged to take her out for brunch before letting her choose anywhere on the map where she wanted to go see.

He was determined to make her time on land worth it.

[lotusnleaves]

WHATS NOT TO LOVE?

— ᴾᵃᶦʳᶦⁿᵍ: ᴳⁿᵎᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴱ¹⁶¹⁰ᵎᵀᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍˢᵗᵃᵍᵉᵎᴹᶦˡᵉˢ

— ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: "ᵂᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ" ᴾᵃʳᵗ ². ᴱ¹⁶¹⁰ᵎᴹᶦˡᵉˢ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶠᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ.

—ᴬ/ᴺ:ᴰᵉᶠ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵉⁿᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱ⁴²ᵎ ᴴᶜ'ˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵇᶜ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵇᵒᵘᵗᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶦˢ "ᵂʰᵃᵗˢ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵀᵒ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ" ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵏᵏᵏ. ᴵᵗˢ ˢᵒ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵈᵉᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᴴᶜ'ˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ♡

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who will always always, let you nap on him during your study halls or free periods and any other class you cant get through. Especially if he knows you had one of those real restless sleepless nights. He'll even write down the notes for you so your not behind when you wake up he's just sweet like that.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles Miles's who a couple months into your situationship realises your obsessed with his smell. The faint aroma of his coconut and mango scented hair products, all the way down to his subtle cologne. Sooo that in mind, he'll purposely leave a hoodie or T-shirt of his somewhere he knows you'll find it and your endlessly appreciative he doesn't think your a weirdo for liking that kinda thing.

And while we still on the topiccc.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who hears you complain to a friend that non of the clothes he let you borrow smell like him anymore. So when he's at your place and you're distracted he's taking items of clothing and returning em days later smelling fully of him again.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who would draw you ALL the time you were his muse. Whether you were doing homework, watching TV or literally just existing, Miles had a rough sketch of it all. Though the craziest part was you didn't take notice for months only when you asked to see his work, and he hesitantly pushed his black sketchbook to you clearly embarrassed did you think something was off. You flipped through and saw your face on every other page you were shocked and he did NOT have an explanation.

"...." "Miles what—" " A'ight pass that back"

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who knows your forgetful so he's always prepared to lend you whatever you couldn't remember this time. Forgot lunch? he's got snacks No note book? there's a spare in his bag forgot the homework? He's already handing you the extra one he does just in case this happens. If you wear glasses and you regularly forget or misplace them he's narrating the board to you and correcting the things you misread.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who has had secret beef with your stuff animals since the time he overheard you say you love them more than him so now every time he comes over he just has to harass 'em a lil. You'd tell him crap like "Miles don't be mean to them this is their room too" or "Quit abusing my babies before i lock you're ass out". He can be somewhat civil with them when your around but as soon as you leave he's intimidating your teddy bear snuggles, and you gotta scold him from downstairs"

"Ay man i'on know what kinda game you playin' but—" "MILES LEAVE THEM ALONE BEFORE I COME UP THERE"

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles is so good with kids its crazy but he gets so nervous around children and tries to avoid them. Which make's it even funnier that they naturally gravitate to him." They're attracted to his art that's always bright with colour and his goofy personality, plus he always has candy on him and you think it's so weird. One time he came with you to pick up your younger sibling from school and you step away for a minute when you come back it's to see a crowd of 4 year old's circling a distressed miles.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who is constantly showing you how much he cares. Regularly takes you out on platonic dates taking you to the Fun Fair, movie nights, or painting together in the park. Always remembers to plan something for your birthday like months in advance and this was all prior to a romantic relationship. He was always raising the bar for how you should be treated even before you started dating.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who's admiration for you only grows when you see his selection of limited edition collectable's and treat them with the respect they deserve (P.s you NEVER rip the packaging). Your especially careful around them and when Mile's lets you hold one of the figurines you treat it like a literal baby. You think that it's a cool hobby of his and know they'll be worth a lot in the future. You lost your shit when Miles told you what Gwen did to one of them.

"......" "Tell me you're joking Miles..."

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who gets involved and supports everything you do and if your into makeup he'll volunteer to be your model everytimee. Although the glitter and sticky shit you put on his face isn't all that comfortable nothing make's him happier than seeing you happy and if he has to get all glamified to do that he cool with it.

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@sangwoosbsf

[alexging]

sean diaz + daniel diaz modern hcs

i kind of forgot this was exclusively modern at the end just ignore that LMFAO

- sean has no social media presence whatsoever

- a lot of people from school follow him but he only follows lyla and his track team back 😭 popular loner energy 🥀🐺

- i feel like if sean went to hs now hed be sm more popular esp w girls but hes rlly humble so he doesnt see it at all

- hes stupid and just thinks theyre being nice

- it gets on lylas nerves bc he refuses to believe anybody wants him 😭

- all his stories are like fireworks he posted when he was thirteen that he never bothered to delete

- its titled Highlights bc he doesnt know how to make an aesthetic instagram

- if anything, if he posts now its skate videos, drawings, or funny pics of daniel

- sean def takes 0.5x photos of daniel where his eyes go two diff directions and threatens to send them to lyla whenever he starts acting up

- daniel always throws a tantrum and esteban gets mad and tells sean to delete the pics (he doesnt)

- speaking of daniel he def got wayyy into skibidi toilet

- daniel tries to explain skibidi toilet n sean just tunes him out and says “uh huh” every so often

- hes those impressionable kids that gets into literally anything on the internet. among us, squid games, ROBLOX FOR SURE. sticky ipad baby energy overall!

- sean plays roblox with daniel on very rare occasions. i can imagine daniels avatar is decked out with limited items and sean is a bacon haired woman 😭

- daniel has definitely swiped estebans card a couple times under his nose for his robux…

- daniel purposely chooses games hes good at to watch sean struggle and die over and over again

- daniel watches weird kid youtube videos like… among us 24 hour challenge with spiderman and elsa giving birth kind of videos. sean gets really pissed off partly bc theyre rotting daniels brain and partly bc daniel always put it at max volume in the living room

- once sean gets paid he always goes thrifting. he fs goes to the bins and finds dirty dookie drawls every weekend 😭 but its worth it bc he finds cool shit

- as a skater boy i feel its obligatory for him to wear those afflication types of clothing as well as ironic graphic tees

- sean def wears baggy jeans in 2023 🙅‍♀️ none of that straight leg jeans from the game!!

- he also probably loves those ironic wolf shirts w the galaxy print n thinks theyre so funny

- sean also buys clothes in his style for daniel from the thrift n records 360s of daniel in his skater outfits

- “can i go play roblox now?” “no u have to cover ur nose when u turn around”

- got a buzzcut and surprisingly it looked really good

- esteban, daniel, lyla, and practically everyone else in his life kept making fun of him for being bald and would rub his head like a genie bottle tho

- daniels go-to is “well- well at least i don’t look like… look like caillou!” bc i imagine he tries to make funny comebacks but always stutters in the middle 😭😭

- eventually grew it back out bc he got annoyed at everyone making fun of him. they dont see his blond album cover early 2000s vision 💔

- daniel has no room to talk bc sooner or later he goes to the barber and gets a fucked edgar bowlcut

- sean laughs until he can barely breathe 😭 when lyla sees she TRIES to cheer him up about it but its too late

- even esteban laughs a little but only when daniel cant see bc he knows how much itd hurt him

- back to the blond album cover… sean LOVES music. his playlists are hours long

- i feel like he indulges in a super LARGE range of music likeee from bad bunny to deftones to pinkpantheress

- everybody hates it when he has aux and boos him off

- when esteban orders mexican food, sean and daniel both get horchata. sean dgaf if hes grown he still loves it!!

- i imagine esteban slowly stopped enforcing mexican food and culture overtime. bc of this, daniel knows barely any spanish and has 0 spice tolerance. sean always makes fun of him bc he goes gets water after a couple hot cheetos

- daniel tries to recreate those videos of people eating carolina reapers in hot sauce to prove a point and almost dies

- sean absolutely LOVES halloween. horror movies, costumes, the weather, everything abt it

- a part of him always gets jealous of daniel bc hes no longer considered trick or treating age anymore

- lowkey hed be willing to pull up in a full body costume just so he can trick or treat again

- when watching horror movies, sean will get way too immersed and start judging the people in the movies 😭

- daniels not allowed to watch but he peaks around the corner when estebans not watching

- “why the fuck is she just standing there? RUN! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!”

- “language mijo”

- he acts like he cld fight off the killer and explains his mastermind plan during the movie

- he doesnt admit it but he gets jumpy after a horror movie 😭 esteban and daniel take advantage of this every single time

- sean daniel and esteban are a tight knit family REGARDLESS of sean’s moodiness and daniel’s annoying gen alpha brainrot theyre so 😢

yes im aware that 2016 wasnt tjat long ago but i dont want to imagine sean diaz enjoying dank memes and saying boi 💔

[theeeveetamer]

Fields of Mistria initial thoughts

As you may or may not know I am a total sucker for farming simulator games. I don't usually go for Early Access games, but Fields of Mistria seemed extremely promising even though it's just launched into Early Access. So I want to talk about a few of the things I really like about it (and maybe a few that I don't). I will probably be drawing comparisons to Stardew Valley since it's the current preeminent Farming Sim of our time (but I'm not dissing it I love Stardew Valley as well. I think Fields of Mistria does a good job of taking what worked about Stardew and tweaking some things to improve even further)

But the tl;dr if you want it: I think this game is worth the money even in its current state

Trying to keep things as spoiler-free as possible, not that it's hard since the story isn't really too far yet in early access

Things that I like:

1 There is a wide range of cosmetics! Also, you don't have to store them anywhere. You "unlock" them, and then you can change your clothes, hair, skin tone, etc. at any time from the character customization menu. I'd have to check because I don't have the game right in front of me atm, but I think you can even change your name and the name of your farm at any time as well?

2) You don't actually need to have materials on hand to construct farm buildings, nor do you need to pre-clear the space! You buy the blueprint from the carpenter shop, which goes to your inventory. You take it back to your farm yourself and lay it down. Once you lay it down it spawns a drop box for materials, and you can put the materials in at your own pace. This makes it super easy to just drop a couple of wood in at the end of every day until it's done. This is a godsend for me especially, since I never remember to bring all the materials with me when I want to build things in Stardew

3) Speaking of convenience: you don't need to have any materials on hand when you're crafting! This is a godsend because when you initially start the game, all the crafting stations are in town and you have like no bag space. It'll just automatically withdraw things from your chest

The downside is, if you were trying to save stuff you have to be careful (the game will indicate when it starts drawing from your chests to craft the next item though, which is nice!)

4) Also speaking of convenience: shops are open and unlocked 24/7, and you don't have to have someone working there to buy things! This means if you realize you forgot to re-plant your crops at 10 pm you can still pop up to the general store to buy more seeds before the day is done

5) The romance events are all interesting and done well so far! I've only seen a couple though. It also appears that triggering them is based on completing a request on the community board, so you can't miss them like you might in Stardew

The downside is that there's so many community board quests that it's easy for these to get buried. I'm sure I've picked up half a dozen that I just haven't done yet because I haven't gotten around to knocking out some of these requests

6) I like that progressing in the mines requires you to collect items from the previous set of floors in the mines. It's good incentive to go back and collect more resources while still feeling like you're advancing

7) Dropping stuff on the ground and leaving it there won't de-spawn it. That means you can go around and "collect" resources, leave them there, and then circle back in a few hours or even a few days!

8) There's at least one older bachelor and bachelorette option! For the guys you have fellow farmer Hayden (who has a bit of a dad bod build) and the town's doctor Valen (she's a bit more masc looking). I'll take it

9) You can bang a dragon. They haven't completed the story enough to get events with him yet in Early Access, but he's a dragon. nuff said

10) You don't have to upgrade your tools in sequence, and equipment is separate from your cosmetics. This means you can skip straight from the worn pickaxe to the silver one!

Things I don't like (honestly most of these are minor nitpicks that can/might be improved upon):

1 I do wish there was some more body diversity, especially among the women. With the exception of Hayden pretty much all the romance options are pretty/handsome and slender (with pretty decently sized chests in the case of the women and pretty decently sized muscles in the case of the men)

I know they can design different body types because one of the Saturday Market vendors is a bit bigger (but she's not a romance option obviously), so why not?

2) Pretty much every item sells for less than it would if you were to craft it into something else. E.g. Iron ore sells for less than iron bars, and iron bars sell for less than an iron pickaxe

This is kind of half positive, half negative. It's good incentive to craft stuff! On the other hand, I'm a massive video-game hoarder so if I know I might be able to craft something that's worth more down the line I'll just save the item. This has turned my organization into a nightmare, and because I sell almost nothing money is much harder to come by

3) Backpack and storage management is. Woof. You start out with only ten item slots, and if you're like me and you carry all your tools all the time then that's going to fill up fast. At the start you'll only have ~2 slots to actually carry things other than tools. I think it only goes up in increments of 10 too, so even with the third bag upgrade you have about 30 slots (for reference, Stardew starts you with 12 and goes up in increments of 12 before capping out at 36)

I don't think this would be a problem if they just gave you a separate "tool bag" inventory where you could keep all your tools all the time, that didn't also take up bag space. Tools taking up bag space is honestly one of those "we should be over this by now" things in farming sims, IMO

4) Speaking of the bag... this is probably only a consideration if you play on controller, but the controls for swapping between items could use some work

If you've played Stardew with a controller then you know how it works. The left and right bumpers will swap between bag "tabs" and the triggers will move you between items in the currently selected tab. I haven't played around with trying to remap it, but by default Mistria doesn't do this.

Instead one of the triggers is to use a magic spell, the other is to throw items, and the bumpers are to swap between items in your bag. This means if you're on tab "A" and you need an item in tab "C" you need to manually press the bumper 10+ times until it scrolls aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way around to tab "C"

I think if you play with keyboard and mouse then you can just tap the different tabs so it's less of a problem

5) Minor nitpick, but when I play with a controller it doesn't get rid of the cursor. The cursor is pretty big and chunky so this is pretty distracting (I play on a dual monitor setup so I just move the mouse to the other monitor while I play, but it'd be nice if the cursor stayed gone while I played

6) So far the magic is a bit underutilized. I think I've only used the restore spell a handful of times when I was deep in the mines or fishing (fishing takes SO much energy). You have VERY limited magical stamina so you're probably not going to be using spells too much

I'll try to add to this if I think of more, but this is the stuff that's sticking out to me right now!

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, Dry humping, overstimulation, protected sex, sir kink ;P, mentions of squirting. sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary:A sub needs a dom, a dom wants a sub but what happens when feelings overlap with contracts and love creeps in? Will a contract remain only a contract? Or are emotions like love too hard to keep in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath , thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Also thank you so much for writing my summary xx

“You were so gorgeous, baby girl,” he said as he kissed your neck. 

"Mmmmm", you hum.

“Want me to run a bath for you?” He smiles as he leans down, kissing your neck tracing across your jawline. 

You nod your head and smile. Master Chan gets off the bed and walks to the shared bathroom. You hear the water running as he walks back into the room. “Come, baby girl. I’ve got the bath going for you,” you pout at him, making him sigh. 

“Does my sweet girl want me to carry her?” He smiles as you nod your head. He lifts you off the bed as you wrap your arms around his neck. Placing kisses on your cheek as he walks you into the bathroom, you giggle as he puts you on the vanity. 

“Okay, pick a cent”, he smiles, reaching into the draw pulling out different bath bombs. 

You smell the bath bombs, and the one you like smells like roses with rose petals mixed in. “This one”, you smile, handing it to him. 

“Perfect”, he kisses you before walking over to the bath, turning off the water and placing the bath bomb inside. He walks back over to you. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pull his body closer to yours. He lifts you and walks you to the bath. “Here, I’ll start making dinner....you must be starving." You nod.

Chan places you in warm bath water and kisses your four heads. “I’ll be back when I’m finished”, he smiles, walking away. You stare at his naked ass as he walks back into the playroom. 

Ten minutes pass, and Chan returns to the bathroom with a towel. 

“Okay, baby”, he smiled, walking up to you with the towel. 

You hop out, and he wraps the towel around your body and pats you dry. “Go and get some clothes”, he smiles as he snacks you on your ass playfully. 

Walking into your bedroom, you grab a T-shirt and underwear. Walking back into the playroom, Chan looks sexy sitting in the bed in just his Gary sweatpants. 

“I got my clothes”, you smile, looking for praise after doing what he asks. 

"Thank you baby girl" He grins as you walk over and hand him the items you’ve picked.

“Here, let me dress you” he pulls you closer to him. You place your feet inside the underwear, and Master Chan kisses each side of your hip bone as he pulls the panties up your legs. 

Kissing your stomach as he stands up to place your T-shirt over your head. 

“We should get to eat”, he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen. 

You look over to the bench, and a pot of noodles sits on top. “I know it's not much, but I forgot to get food." He was so sweet. He must have been stressed out trying to make this perfect for you. 

“Omg yum…I’m starving,” you said, running to the table. 

“After you eat, I thought we could watch a movie or something” Chan smiled as he sat next to you, passing you some chopsticks.

“Sounds good,” you said, shoving some noodles into your mouth. 

"Oh, Chan, this is so delicious”, you said, moaning. 

Chan looked at you, pausing for a moment. “We will have a problem if you keep moaning like that”, he growled.

“Sorry, sir”, you nodded as you shoved more delicious ramen into your mouth. 

After you finished the ramen, Chan cleared the table and sat on the couch. Once he was finished, he walked over and pulled the extension seat over to make a bed.

“Come,” he said, lying down and extending his arms. 

You playfully crawl over to him, and he pulls you in, planting kisses all over your face. 

“What should we watch?" he said, pinning you to the couch. 

“I don’t know….something cute,” you said, kissing his nose. 

“Okay…. oooooh, we should watch the proposal”, he grinned.

 “Omg, yes, I love Ryan Reynolds,” you said. 

“You know he and I are mates." Now he’s just showing off. 

“Bullshit,” you said, humouring him. 

“We are. He gave me a signed Gin bottle….I’ll grab it. Hold up” he attempted to get off the couch, but you drew him back in for a kiss by the back of his neck. He smiled as you pulled away and felt a warmth from inside. “No, stay and cuddle”, you whine before reconnecting your lips to his. He chuckled and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You melted into his embrace, feeling more content than before. He kissed your forehead, resting his chin on your head, and sighed in contentment.

After kissing your head, he turned on the TV and turned on the TV. 

As you lay there, you can hear Chan's breathing slowing down as he snores quietly. You feel your eyes grow heavy as the screen becomes blurry and your eyes shut. 

CHAN POV

I open my eyes to the credits rolling. "Shit", I say quietly. I look down and notice she’s asleep. 

“Baby,” I say, waking her up softly. 

“Mmmmm,” she says, snaking her arms around my waist. 

“You have to go to bed”, I say, brushing my fingers down her face. 

“Carry me”, she pleads with a groan. 

I slowly unwrap her arms as I get off the couch end. “I can only carry you to your room,” I said, knowing I couldn’t take you further. 

"Mmmmm", she groaned again as I picked her up bridal style and walked her to her bedroom. 

“Okay…. You'll have to walk the rest of the way,” I said, putting her down.

“Okay,” she said, slowly wandering over to her bed and sliding into it. “Goodnight, sir,” she said softly as I closed her door. 

“God, she’s so adorable”, I thought to myself as I smiled and headed towards my bedroom. 

…..

Waking up the following morning, I heard softly "Master Chan." A faint voice echoed in my head, and I felt a presence in my room. 

“Yeah, baby”, I grumbled, just waking up. 

I could hear her stomach rumbling. Then it hit me: I HAVE NO FOOD. “My poor baby must be hungry” I smile as I flick the blankets off. 

She nodded. “Have a shower and get ready….we’ll you go and get some food?” I said, walking into my ensuite. 

…..

"Master Chan?" Y/N asks, walking down the aisle with a box of fruit roll-ups. 

“What the hell are those for?” I asked curiously. 

“Oh…you honestly have no idea," she teased. 

“No…are you going to tell me?” I said, raising my eyebrow. 

“Nope”

She laughed as she walked off. "Brat," I mumbled. 

Y/N POV

“Master Chan…can you pick one already?" you say, rolling your eyes.

"I can’t. What if someone sees me?" He is acting paranoid. 

“Oh for fuck sake…there’s no one here….and you're wearing a mask." You are annoyed by his indecisiveness. You have been standing at the condom section for what felt like forever. 

“Hey…I’m warning you…watch your tone,” he growls, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Sorry, sir,” you say. He sighs and finally grabs the biggest box. You shake your head and walk away. He follows you, still unsure of what he has chosen. 

As you walk through the store, Chan turns to you. “Is there anything else you want?” 

“No sir…thank you”, you said shyly after your last scolding. You didn’t want to get into more trouble. 

You follow him as he pulls into the self-checkout. Chan looks around before scanning the condoms and racing to put them into the shopping bag before anyone can see. You giggle at him before he shoots you a look coughing to cover up the giggle. You pat your chest. “How about I scan the rest?" you smile before taking over from him. 

As you pack the items into the bags, Chan steps to the side. " Okay, one last thing”, you say, scanning the items through. Looking at him, he takes his wallet out to pay. “Sweet”, he says, tapping his card before grabbing all the groceries with one hand. 

Walking back out to the car, you felt the chilled breeze hit your face; breathing out, you could see your breath in the air winter had arrived. Chan had not said a word to you while you walked to the car; placing the groceries in the boot, he hopped into the driver's seat.

"Y/N," he said, placing both hands on the steering wheel.

“Mmm,” you hummed as you turned your head to him. 

He leans his body to kiss you, and your face heats up as he places his hand on your cheek. “I’m sorry if I scared you”, he said quietly before caressing your cheek. 

“It’s okay….you could never scare me”, you laughed. 

……….

His lips brushed yours as he hovered over your body on the couch. “It’s your turn to pick tonight," he said, inches from your lips, his breath mixing with yours. 

“To pick?" You asked, brushing your nose against his.

“What did I do to you?" he exclaimed as his index finger traced along your pants line. “I picked last night.” 

“Okay….if you're up for a challenge”, you smirked.

“I’m all ears”, he laughed.

“I want you to make me cum as many times as you can in 30 minutes." You kissed his lips. 

“Challenge accepted", he said, pulling back and sitting at the other end of the couch. 

You knew Chan couldn’t pass up the opportunity of overstimulation, so this was the perfect opportunity to see what this so-called pleasure dom was made of. 

You sit up on your knees as Chan plays with his watch. “Should I start the timer?” he says, looking over at you with his dark brown eyes. 

You nod as you hear him start the Apple Watch timer. “Pants off,” he says, licking his lips. You get up off the couch and roll your pants down your legs. “Now come here,” he said, drawing you in with his index finger. 

Chan places his hands on your hips and guides you down so you’re now straddling his thighs. “Look at me”, he says, directing your face to look him in the eyes. 

“Now….I think you’re going to regret challenging me,” he growls as he guides you to roll your hips on his thigh. 

“You think so....mmmmm...we will see,” you say cheekily. 

Chan pushes your hips down so your clothes' vagina grinds against his leg. “Because of the smart-ass comment…take your panties off…I was planning to start soft, but now you’ve pissed me off,” he said, letting go of your hips. 

You stand up and shimmy out of your panties like requested. As you sit back down on top of him, Chris grabs and squeezes your waist. 

Sitting you on the couch, he leans in and lays you down on your back, opening your legs so his body fits between them. His hard cock rests on your core. He starts to roll his hips as he places kisses down your neck. The friction on your clit sends waves of pleasure through your body. 

You whimper softly, making Chan stop momentarily, propping himself up to look at you before saying, “That is the cutest whimper I’ve ever heard." He connected his lips to yours, pushing his body further into you. 

His lips were soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against your skin. Your heart raced as he moved closer and your skin tingled with anticipation. Chan pulled away, his eyes locked onto yours, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.

You roll your hips against him and comb your fingers through his hair. “U-uh”, you moan softly.

“Oh, you like that?” Chan smiles, continuously applying pressure to your clit. 

“Mmm, just like that”, you say, biting your lower lip. 

He presses his body into you, parting your wet lips. His clothed cock pressing against your clit just right. This sends a burning sensation through your stomach and into your lower body. This causes you to become breathless as you ride out your orgasm. 

You gasp for air as Chan softly kisses behind your earlobes. “That’s number one”, he says, all cocky spreading your lips apart and sending a spark up your body.

“So sensitive already, hmmmm", he hums.

He slides his fingers inside you, gasping as his thumb pushes against your throbbing clit. “I’ll give you one more opportunity to back out now”, he grins, knowing you were all in. 

You kiss his lips as you roll your hips, causing his fingers to hit your sweet spot. 

“I need you to answer me,” he says, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“Please master…I need more,” you whine. 

“Okay,” he grinned as he curled his fingers inside you.

“S-Shit”, you moan.

Chan softly slides his hand up your shirt, relishing you aren’t wearing a bra; his eyes widen as he spots for a moment. “Was this your plan all along?” he said, removing his fingers from inside you. 

“Maybe”, you laugh as you run your fingers through his hair. 

“You’re evil….has anyone told you that?" he laughed.

“You are wasting time, Channie,” you said, pulling him back to meet your lips. 

He growls as he deepens the kiss, re-inserting his fingers inside you. 

"You're gonna be the death of me”, he says, pulling back and sucking on your tit through your shirt. 

"Mmm", you moan, closing your eyes as Chan pumps and curls his finger inside you.

“That is so good” you barely get out before a flash of heat flows through your body again. 

“That’s it….cum for me”, he growls into your chest as he rides you through your second orgasm. Sending waves of pleasure through your body and causing your legs to shake as your orgasm intensity fades away.

“Did you want to keep going?” Chan smiled as he lifted the bottom of your shirt, running his nails along your stomach, sending goosebumps down your body. 

You nod your head, causing Chan to caress your cheek. “Good, because I am nowhere near done with you yet”, he giggles as he crawls down your body, kissing your stomach. 

As Chan kisses your hip bones, your body bucks. “Sorry, master”, you whimper as his touch becomes too much to bear against your skin. 

Chan chuckles as he places his arm down over your hips to keep you steady as he spreads your legs wider. 

Without saying a word, Chan kisses your already overstimulated clit sending a spark of pleasure up your body. 

You moan as you grab his hair and tuck it lightly. "Hands off", he commands. You let go and stimulate your nipples again.

"Fuck...you're so wet”, he growls against your core. 

“Just for you, sir”, you moan as he tongues your core. 

He sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue, blurring your vision while your body gets ready to release for the third time. 

“Oh, master”, you couldn’t help but scream as white specs spread across the ceiling.

Squeezing his face between your legs as you feel the burn sweeping across your body, 

"Mmmmmmm", he hums as you squirt lightly into his mouth. 

He pulls back and wipes his mouth before kissing your stomach. “Good to know I still have it", he grins. “Been a minute since I’ve had someone do that,” he wraps your legs around his hips as he decides to lift you. 

“We still have 10 minutes left, so let's take this into the playroom." You stick your face in his neck, kissing lightly as he walks you through the playroom door. 

Placing you on the bed, he whispers, “You look tired...we can stop”, he says, caressing your face. 

“No….please, I want more”, you beg as you brush your finger across his bottom lip. 

Chan unhooks your legs as he walks to his sex toy wall. “Can’t forget one of these?” he says, grabbing a condom from the packet. 

“I need you to repeat the safe word for me,” he says, looking over his shoulder. 

“Cheese”, you giggle; it still makes you laugh that he agreed to this safe word. 

“Good”, he said, placing the finger vibrator on his fingers. 

“This could hurt a little… you’re super sensitive down there”, he explained, walking back over to the bed. 

Now hovering over your body, he turns the finger vibrator on parting your swollen lips. 

“Oh,” you jolt underneath him. 

“Is that okay?" he asks in between kisses. 

“Yes…u-uh”, you squeak as he taps on your clit. 

Chan giggles. “You are adorable”, he smiles, continuing to tag your clit, sending pleasure shocks through your body. 

“I think I’m about to u-uh” You arch your chest into chans as your eyes roll into the back of your head as he rides you through your orgasm. 

“3 minutes left…..I think you have one more in you,” he says, checking his watch. 

Chan quickly pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing a massive cock. Chan uses his teeth to open the condom wrapper and rolls it down his cock. Lining himself up at your entrance, he slowly pushes himself inside you. 

“Oh god,” he moans as he cages you in with his body. 

“you are fucking gorgeous baby” he kisses your neck as the vibrator buzzes once again as he taps your clit with it. 

“Please”, you moan, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips. 

“One more for me, baby," he says, kissing you. You moan, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth, and he grunts as his thrust strengthens. 

The pain of your overstimulation sends your head spinning; you cannot hold back your tears as Chan pumps inside you. 

“One more baby, just one more”, he moans into your mouth as you clench around his cock; your toes curl as you feel your legs shake. 

“Good girl”, Chan grunts as he releases the condom. 

You hear Chan's watch timer as he pulls out. “You did so well, my little angel”, he says, brushing your hair out of your face. 

Cupping your face and kissing your lips. You are shattered at this point, barely able to move as Chan kisses all over your face. 

A/N: thank you all for reading😁 please reblog a comment I’d love some opinions on what you think is gonna happen next.

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[echooefrost]

More Designs!

Jasper - Ok, I know he looks weird - he's just a happy boi! pls don't look too closely at the hands. So, I gave him big (and really badly drawn) calves becasue he's basically always doing some sort of exercise/work and Sage once said that he's the strongest, and we never really see his legs so I felt like showcasing those details here. Now his shoes, yet another thing that might look random, however I assure you, that these are what medieval workers use to wear. I kept his design relatively similar to his canon one, although I did have to give him a different hat.

Rachel - out of all the designs, Rachel's is the most historically accurate. it's a common misconception that women were shunned for showing their forearms/ankles but it was actually quite normal! married medieval women would wear veils and other elaborate headwear, however women who were not would either wear their hair loose or in a braid. Rachel isn't married so she wears it loose, I added a little braid that she puts flowers and decorative items in, to make her design a little bit more interesting. (and becasue its pretty)

Frankenstein - Frankenstein is really fun to draw! I don't exactly know why but she just is! She has this big fluffy pelt thing going on, it's made of a lot of fur and owl feathers, why owl feathers? because she reminds me of an owl, that's why. she also has big ol' snowboots because it snows in the swiss mountains and because I think it looks cute. you can't see her gloves but they are dark brown (fyi). she has these vials attached to her belt but they can also serve as an emergencey crystal ball - you know, just in case you have to conjure up some evil spirits, as one does.

Papa Lanyon - I think Papa Lanyon sounds way funnier than Lanyon sr. and it contrasts his serious face. I anticipated that he was going to be really hard to draw, but It was surprisingly easy. I liked his design until I had to colour him, I really don't know what happened there, I'm slightly annoyed because I wanted him to appear very cool and dapper, yet he really looks like a generic king. So this doesn't have to be his official design, he just wears fancy king clothes (it's not that important anyway because we don't see him all that much) he is wearing metal soldier-like boots, solely because I searched up outfit references and they all had soldier boot things.

Now that I've done this, I have no more excuses to procrastinate doing work for the other things in the au. Anyway I hope everyone likes these. have a nice day/moring/afternoon/night!

*just realised I forgot to colour their eyes, I'll add later!

[kay-then-i-guess]

So, I had this idea as I'm getting close to finishing the Election arc of my Roleshuffle AU to go through my previous comic pages and point out everything I did wrong :) This is all for funsies, and I feel like my art has gotten a lot better with the Election arc. Plus, I think it's very important to go back and critique yourself to 1: see how far you've come and 2: to better understand where you tend to make mistakes. So, let's get critiquing!

Soooo starting off, I really didn't know how to make a comic. I had only done very brief, minor comic making before, so this was a completely new field of art that I wasn't used to. You can immediately see that problem in the first and second panel, since they. They aren't a panel. Nothing about them (minus the speech bubbles) indicates that this is a comic. I think the first would have benefited from each item being properly separated, and the other would have benefited from an actual image behind it; not a gradient. Speaking of the items, that's supposed to be Sam's hand at the top, and it is freckle-less (no clue why I forgot to add those lol). Some other consistency things that are weird is that L'manberg has no tower entrance, and there aren't any trees surrounding it in any other drawing. On notes of consistency, the sword there is supposed to be Techno's, but the design changed later to have a gold hilt. I guess that change never reached this panel, so now that just looks like a random sword stuck in the ground. Nobody's sword in the comic looks like that haha. Similar deal with Techno's crown: the spacing of jewels is not consistent with how I draw it in the rest of the comic.

Moving on! The next two panels of Connor aren't bad, per se, they just aren't good. (I'm mainly bothered by the fact that he doesn't have teeth in the first one.) Also, because I didn't want to draw hands and cut his arms off, it just looks like the framing of the panel is all wrong. Plus, I don't think I've seen anyone pose like that in real life. He looks like he's about to hug you, which is not the vibe I was going for. In both of these panels, we have what will become a reoccurring problem throughout: loooooong neck because I didn't draw a base figure before drawing the clothes. Connor's face should either be longer in these panels, or his shoulders should be higher. Either way, the neck does not look right. Another reoccurring problem you'll see is dull coloring/shading. I'm still working on this, to be frank, but these images all look rather dull. There's nothing unique about the lighting/colors, so it doesn't really pop like it should. Either I needed to add more dynamic lighting or be better at highlights.

Yet another case of long neck. Oh, and weird positioning on the facial features. The eyes feel stretched across his face instead of, well, where they should be. I also think in these opening panels I really fail to encapsulate Connor's personality. I was really banking on the fact that he's a silly little comic relief character in the canon dsmp, but his delivery is very dry/flat whenever I watch old clips of him. Therefore, in the early bits, he just seems a bit off because of the high energy I gave him. Next up we have a bad case of something that looked good in the sketch but did not come across after coloring. What I wanted to happen was his face to gain some anime-type shading that screams "oh no", but it just wasn't strong enough, so the end result just seems like I copied and pasted the same panel for no reason. Also, in the lower image, Connor's face does not look right. I can't really put my finger on why, but it's either because his eyes are uneven or that the facial features, once again, kind of stretch across the face.

aaaaand I originally wanted to go through the whole first part of my comic, but this is turning out to be very long. So that's a tomorrow project. Hope you enjoyed my critique!

[mrm0rgansw0man]

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

★・・・・・・・・・・・・★ 𓄃 the story of arthur morgan and belle monroe 𓅓

summary: arthur morgan will forever be intruged by the woman be brought back to camp

Chapter Two: He knows. ★・・・・・・・・・・・・★

Arthur soaked in the words of the woman in front of him as she grasped his hand. He wasn't used to such a level of intimacy with someone, but he could tell this is what she needed right now. He had talked a bit more to Dutch come the morning, and he now knew for certain that Belle's past was nothing short of horrifying. It was hard to refuse something as simple as a steady hand to someone who had been through so much.

"I hope I can repay you, Mr. Morgan." Belle said with a small sniffle. She slowly let go of Arthur's hand.

Was it just in his head, or did she hesitate a moment before letting go?

"Nah." Arthur said simply. "No need ma'am. This one's on me, but if I have to pull you outta a freezing river again it's gonna cost ya'."

Belle smiled. It was a small, ghost of a smile but a smile none the less. Her eyes flicked away from Arthur to the various clothing items in her lap. A deep brown cotton skirt along with an identical one that was a charcoal grey color. Several different button up blouses. And bless this man, a new chemise and various other underclothes.

"I... I don't even know what to say." Belle said softly. She couldn't believe how she was being treated. "You truly are a good man, Arthur Morgan."

"Oh I don't know about that." Arthur said, dismissing the complement. He wasn't a good man, but that's not the type of thing you say outright to a woman who has been dealing with bad men her whole life. "I'll leave ya' to dressin' yourself. Holler if you need a hand, I'll send one of the women in to help ya'. Oh, Almost forgot. Got pair of boots for ya' right there on the floor."

"Mr. Morgan I will pay you back every cent! I swear it." Belle said urgently. She really owed this man now, as if saving her life wasn't enough!

"Like I said Miss, this is all on me. And the boots belonged to Miss Roberts, they fit 'er funny so she was more than happy to send 'em yer' way." Arthur said, he gave Belle a half smile. " 'Sides, can't have you walkin' 'round here half naked. It ain't right." And with that, he left the tent and closed the flaps. Leaving Belle to get herself dressed.

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"What a gentleman you are Arthur Morgan!"

Arthur looked up from his journal -where he was peacefully drawing and having a lovely time doing so- to see the face of John Marston. Ugh.

"I'm glad ya' think so, John! Maybe you can learn a thing or two from me!" Arthur snapped back, the annoyance in his tone very clear.

"Awfully nice of you to buy that woman some new clothes! You know Abigail and her seem to be 'bout the same size, I'm sure she could've borrowed something from her." John said pointedly, not even bothering to hide the smirk forming on his lips.

"You know when I brought 'er back here she was in nothin' but a nightgown, right?" Arthur said flatly. "She needed something of her own 'nyways. Especially if she's gonna be moving on from here."

"I know I know!" John said, putting up his hands. "I just think it's....charming of you. To take such good care of her."

"Don't you have a kid? Go bother him about bein' sweet on someone and leave me alone!"

"Never said you were sweet on her Arthur!" John chuckled, before quickly scurrying off. Arthur didn't get to see the stupif grin spreading across his face.

"You implied it ya' greasy bastard!" Arthur shouted. He ran his hand over his face in exasperation.

'Why is he so god damn ANNOYIN'!...' Arthur thought with a sigh. And besides, he had no right to be having any feelings for Miss Belle. They had barely even met, and that poor woman had a lot more to worry about right now then something like that.

Arthur was just taking care of her, it's what any decent person would do! You decide to take in an injured woman with nothing but a nightgown, you go buy her some clothes! Belle had nothing, what did John expect? He was just being nice!

With an irritated sigh, Arthur sat down on the ground next to the rock he was originally leaning on. He opened up his journal back to the sketch he had started, he asked Ms. Grimshaw to go check on Belle so he had a few moments to himself. He was sketching a woman, a decision he hadn't even consciously made. Arthur found that more often than not at times like this, his pencil had a mind of it's own.

The woman had a heart shaped face, with a button nose and doe eyes. She had long black wavy hair that framed her face and fell all the way down to her back. Arthur noticed what he thought was a smudge on her cheekbone but then he realized-

God dammit.

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Belle sat in the man- no Arthur's tent for a moment. She was truly rendered speechless. Even if she wasn't quite sure where she was or who she was with, she had been taken in with open arms. And for that, Belle would be forever grateful. Mr. Morgan said that she didn't need to repay him, but Belle swore to herself that she would. Somehow or some way.

'Maybe I'll save his life?...' Belle thought with a light laugh.

"Miss Monroe? Mr. Morgan sent me over, would you like some help?" Came a voice from the outside of the tent, pulling Belle out of her thoughts. She paused for a moment.

"Yes please, ma'am. If it's not too much to ask." Belle said quietly. Accepting help made her sick to her stomach with fear and dread, but she knew this woman wasn't going to hurt her. Arthur sent her.

In stepped a woman. she was older. Her graying hair was pulled back into a bun, and something about this woman screamed authority. Belle could tell she was a woman who was not to be disrespected.

"I'm Susan Grimshaw, I'm glad to see you up and at 'em so soon Miss." She said with a small smile.

"How long was I asleep ma'am?" Belle asked, she was almost scared to know. But Arthur hadn't expected her to be awake, and Ms. Grimshaw had said 'soon'. This time couldn't have been too bad.

"It was a few hours from dawn last night when Arthur brought you here, and now it's goin' on late afternoon. Around half a day." Ms. Grimshaw concluded.

"I'm sorry if you we're there when he brought me back.." Belle said with sigh. She knew it wasn't like she asked for it, and she truly was grateful, but she couldn't help but feel horrible for causing such a disturbance in the middle of the night. "I wasn't really myself."

"I'm here to help dress you, not judge you Ms. Monroe." Ms. Grimshaw said. "You're not gonna find much judgement in a band of outlaws."

"I'll be sure to fit right in then." Belle said, finally returning Ms. Grimshaw's smile. A silent thank you for helping her in her time of need.

"I see Arthur's got you all set! Have you picked out somethin' to put on yet?"

Belle nodded, she held out her charcoal grey skirt and a brown and dark blue plaid button up . It was a simple thing, but belle loved the sleeves. They puffed out around the shoulders and had buttons on the end near her wrists.

"Perfect! Have you tried standin' yet?" Ms. Grimshaw asked.

"I haven't, but I think I'll be able to undress fine while sitting down. And get my shirt and my underthings on, the only real problem is the skirt. I don't know if you've seen my knees but...." Belles voice trailed off, suddenly becoming weak.

"You might have trouble walkin' by yourself for a while." Ms. Grimshaw finished. grimly. "Do you mind me askin' how the hell you ended up like this?"

Belle began to speak, but she felt her voice become a lump in her throat. She tried again, but nothing. Her ears began to ring and she was starting to feel that floating feeling she felt back in the forest. Belle took a shaky breathe, and she looked to Ms. Grimshaw.

"Bad men." Belle said, forcing the words out through her constricting throat. "I wasn't ever lucky enough to end up with outlaws before."

"Oh.." Ms. Grimshaw sighed, a pained expression falling on her face. "Honey... C'mon, enough of thinkin' of that. Let's get you into that skirt and with luck, walking."

"If anyone can get me walking, you seem like the type of woman to make it happen."

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"Mr. Morgan! I've got some chores I need to get on, woulda be so kind as to show Belle around?" Ms. Grimshaw called out. She had gotten Belle walking all right, even if she was still in buckets of pain she had worked out enough to be able to walk.

Arthur had begun heading back to his tent just in time, by the time he got back Ms. Grimshaw and Belle were standing right outside. They said their goodbyes, Arthur had heard Ms. Grimshaw saying that she was gonna be put to work as soon as she was all healed up. Belle laughed, a small breathy one. Arthur smiled. It faded when he noticed Belle was walking with a barley concealed limp.

"You need a hand?" Arthur asked quietly, holding out his arm for Belle to take if she needed it.

"Oh, would you?" Belle asked in disbelief. "I'm sure I could manage on my own-"

"Don't push yer'self. It's no trouble." Arthur said. Belle gave him a small grateful smile and she grabbed onto his outstretched arm like a walking stick.

Arthur and Belle stopped by Dutch's tent first, since it was the closest. Dutch was smoking a cigar out in the front, Hosea stood next to him and Molly was seated at the table inside of his tent.

"Miss Belle Monroe! I am so glad to see you're up and walking." The man said to Belle as he noticed her and Arthur approaching. "My name is Dutch Van Der Linde, and I am happy to have someone like yourself riding with us!"

"Thank you for letting me stay, Mr. Van Der Linde." Belle said, she fought to keep her voice steady, but Arthur could feel her hands trembling. "I don't know what I would do if Mr. Morgan hadn't ran into me last night."

"A fate encounter, that's for certain!" The older man said with a caring smile. "I'm Hosea Matthews, Pleasure to meet you Miss. Monroe."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Matthews." Belle said, her voice growing relaxed.

"And this pretty lady right back there is Ms. Molly O'Shea!" Dutch said, gesturing to the red head woman farther back in the tent. Molly smiled and waved, and Belle did the same. Belle and Arthur said their goodbyes and made their way over to the Marston's tent.

Abigail sat on a log outside of the tent, she watched Jack as he played with some little toys a few feet away. Who knows where John was?

'Glad he ain't here...' Arthur thought..

"Oh hi Arthur!" Abigail said with a smile as they approached. "Is this her?"

Arthur nodded. "Abigail Roberts, meet Belle Monroe." Arthur said, motioning his hands between the two of them.

"Hello Ms. Monroe!" Abigail said and smiled. "That's my boy over there, Jack. It's great to meet you."

Belle had opened her mouth to speak, but she was interrupted by a little tug on the back of her skirt. She turned around, and saw little Jack standing there shyly.

"Hi there!" Belle said sweetly, oh she had always loved children. They're the purest things in this world. "What can I do for you young sir?"

"Are you hurtin' Miss?" Little jack asked quietly. "I saw you last night, my mama thought I was asleep! You looked like you were hurtin', and your face-"

"Jack Marston!" Abigail scolded, she looked absolutely mortified. "You leave that poor woman alone, come on over here!"

"It's alright Miss. Roberts, promise." Belle said and softly smiled. She looked up at Arthur. "Help me down?"

Arthur didn't think that was a good idea at all, but he complied. As long as she felt that she was up to it. Arthur held onto both of her arms tight, as he helped her down to her knees. It hurt too much to kneel, so she just sat straight on the floor. Belle was level with Jack now, and he looked at her curiously.

"Tell me," Belle said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Is my face that bad?"

Jack burst into a fit of giggles, and he nodded. Belle draped her arm over her forehead, and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no! Tell me, Doctor Jack, will I ever be beautiful again?" Belle said, her voice 'distraught'.

"Hmm.." Jack said. He walked up to Belle, taking her face in his tiny hands. Belle's blood ran cold, but she knew she was alright. "Yes! You will be!"

Belle let out a sigh of relief, she made sure to throw her head back and make her eyes go wide. "Oh, what a relief! My pretty face was all I had goin' for me! Now what about my legs Doctor?"

"That's easy!" Jack said. "Uncle Arthur can carry you til' your better- Right Uncle?"

Arthur chuckled, and he hoped the light redness covering his cheeks could be chalked down to the sunlight.

"Course, Jack." Arthur said and ruffled the boys hair. Jack smiled up as his Uncle, trying to fight away the hand in his hair.

"Thank you so much for the boots, Miss Roberts!" Belle said while Jack was distracted. "They are perfect."

"Oh Jack likes you so much, call me Abigail! And I'm happy to help you out Belle, those things pinched my feet!" She said with a small chuckle.

"If only I had my old pair of boots, they were just a tad bit big on me. We could've done a trade." Belle said, she let out a small laugh. But thinking of any of her old belongings broke her heart.

"C'mon Belle. Let's get ya' off the floor." Arthur said, Belle managed to get to one knee before Arthur stepped in and grabbed her upper arms. Belle stood and she gave Arthur an appreciative smile. That smile faded when an older man in glasses and a hat approached them.

"Arthur! I've been looking for you. I-"

Belle's blood ran cold. She trembled, violently. So violently her knees buckled and Arthur barley managed to catch her in time before she slammed to the floor.

"What the hell- Miss. Monroe? Are you okay?" Arthur asked, he gently sat her down next to Abigail. She looked from Arthur to Abigail to the man in the glasses.

"Is she okay?" The man asked. Belle felt bile rising in her throat that she fought viciously to hold back.

"Arthur!" Belle groaned, she grabbed onto his arm and squeezed her eyes shut tight, She felt Abigail grab hold of her shoulder but she was already too far gone.

"Arthur don't go! You cannot go wherever he's about to send you!" Belle said desperately. Her head swam with horrible images, a sick man, a fight. He spat. They were on a farm.

Oh god.

Then there was another sick man, in a different fight. Arthur. He was on a mountain, fighting for his life. Against someone, Belle didn't know who, yet.

"Get the hell outta here! Go!" Abigail shouted at the man in the glasses. He scurried off. "Honey are you okay? Has he done something to you? Did you know him?"

Belle barley heard Abigail over the ringing of her ears. She kept her eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want the nausea she was feeling to win against her. It was always like this, after she had one of her moments. Ugh.

"How'd you know he was gonna send me somewhere..?" Arthur asked, he sat down next to Belle. He remembered what Dutch had said about her, last night when Arthur brought her back.

'Witch.' Arthur thought. Could it be true? God the more time he spent around Belle Monroe the more intrigued by her he became. He had so many questions-

"Yes." Belle said, without opening her eyes. "That's right, Mr. Morgan. I'm sorry."

[flowercrowngods]

taken from a fic i’ll probably never write, but steve is back in ‘83 and has three years to save the world without his friends. this is how he meets wayne munson

Steve did not expect to suddenly feel so lost the moment he sets eyes upon Eddie’s and Wayne’s trailer. It’s funny, in a way. He’s out of time, has just over two and a half years left to figure out a way to save the world and his friends who don’t even know him in this timeline.

And here he is. Nervous. Small. Lost in the face of this trailer that holds so many bad, bad memories that aren’t memories yet, not here. It’s just a trailer. He’s just a bully and Eddie is… Alive. So gloriously alive that Steve forgot how to breathe before having two panic attacks about it in the abandoned boys’ bathroom just today.

The setting winter sun is shining down on the trailer, tinting the roof in golden and red hues and for a second, everything is serene. The air smells like snow. Steve wants to linger, but he can’t. The Upside Down is following him everywhere he goes, he can’t endanger Eddie and Wayne like this. He shouldn’t even be here, it’s too dangerous. Eddie hates him, Wayne doesn’t know him, probably only knows of him, and Steve should leave. Really, he should.

But his feet seem rooted to the frozen ground and his icy fingers twitch around the reason he’s here in the first place. Eddie’s notebook. The one he’s always carrying with him, always scribbling and drawing something or other in that extreme focus he gets, where he won’t even notice Tommy and Jason sneaking up on him to snatch it right from under his pencil before shoving him into the lockers and taking off, leaving behind a furious Eddie.

Steve’s face is still throbbing, his eye beginning to swell, his ears ringing from how Tommy had yelled at him before Steve had made him shut up in the most effective of ways.

See, Dustin? I can win a fight.

Except doesn’t care, not in this time. And the real Dustin, the one that would have cared, would have cheered and then hugged him, well. That Dustin is dead.

Tears prick in Steve’s eyes and he tries to breathe away the pain, the panic, the sheer and utter helplessness.

“Can I help you, kid? Because if not, I suggest you leave before I decide that I don’t have a good day after all.” The gruff voice of one Wayne Munson who does not trust rich-looking strangers entering his property is what keeps him from spiralling, and Steve wants to laugh.

Except, breaking into hysterics is not exactly the way he would get Wayne to believe him that he’s not here seeking trouble.

Steve meets his eyes, overly aware of his looks. There’s blood on his shirt from the two, three good hits Tommy managed to get in. His red, scraped-up knuckles are a stark contrast against his pale skin and the black leather of the book. His clothes altogether too preppy for the trailer park. His eye swelling and probably wild from where he’s desperately hanging on by a thread.

“This belongs to Eddie,” he says, his voice surprisingly steady. “It’s… It’s important.”

Recognition flits over Wayne’s eyes as he spots the item, and a frown makes its way between his brows.

“Yeah, it is. So how come you have it, then?” He crosses his arms before his chest, his chin raised, his voice dangerous. Steve wants to shrink, wants to run, wants to apologise, wants the tremor in his hand to stop. Don’t panic. Please don’t panic. He’s not gonna yell at you, he’s not gonna hit you, he’s not dad. He just loves his kid. He’s not dad.

“Look, I just. I wanna help, sir. Can you just take this and give it back to him? Please.”

Wayne doesn’t budge and Steve’s hand really is trembling now, but he doesn’t lower his hand, doesn’t evade Wayne’s eyes. He must look so pathetic right now, if he looks any way like he feels.

“I don’t want any trouble, I swear.”

Wayne looks skeptical at that and eyes his black eye with distrust before he sighs and drops his arms.

“Looks like you got it anyway.” With that, he’s approaching Steve with careful steps, still so very distrustful, but there’s something else in his eyes as he studies his swelling face. “You lose a fight over this?”

“No, sir,” Steve says, his shoulders straightening involuntarily. He doesn’t want Eddie’s uncle to think he’s weak. “I won, actually.”

There’s the shadow of a smile on Wayne’s lips at that and he finally, finally takes the book. Steve wants to sag in relief. He doesn’t.

“Well. Thanks, then. I’ll make sure Eddie gets this back.” Steve nods, a sigh of thanks already on the tip of his tongue, but Wayne stops him with another stony expression. “And now I’m gonna ask you to leave. I don’t want your kind of trouble anywhere near my nephew and our home.”

Steve does nod this time, too fast, too ready to leave, too used to shake apart all alone.

“Yes, sir, of course. You won’t see me again, I swear. Unless it’s life or death.”

Wayne scoffs and Steve envies him for his ignorance, for the way he has no idea of what other horrors this world has to offer. What horrors lurk beneath this very trailer.

Gods, just the thought of that makes him sick. He’a going to throw up again, isn’t he?

Before he leaves completely, he turns around again and sees Wayne still watching him.

“Oh, Mister Munson,” he calls. “Could you not tell Eds who brought back his notebook? I’m afraid he would burn it if he knew it was me, and, frankly, it’s too important for that. Okay?”

Wayne looks confused, frowns at him, but nods after a moment or two. “Sure, kid.”

Sure, kid.

That’s good.

He nods one last time and turns around to walk home. Not home. He doesn’t have that, but he can’t think about that too hard. He can’t think about anything too hard as he shoves his shaking hands into the pockets of his too-thin jacket.

[pillowspace]

I need to bother you for y/n design advice. Since my clone au is the first one I've really had that's mine, I don't really know what to do to make them more like. Approachable as a y/n? And your designs are so cool and distinct from each other so

help? any advice? 🙃

Something that might help is literally just scrolling through photos of people. That can range from fashion to just completely normal stock photos. It can make you go "oh, I forgot that clothing item even existed. I could use a variation of that." You can also keep in mind not only what would look nice, but what your character would want to wear.

I can walk through how each of them were designed if it gives you an idea of what I do at all

ADAD Y/N - my default design will always be a sweater. I love drawing sweaters. They're fun. If I think I can give a sweater, I will. Also, due to their "companion" characters being Sun and Moon, the colours I work with are red, yellow, and blue. So I just decide where I want that red, yellow, and blue to go, and what colour I want more of than the other. You'll see they all follow that line of thinking except for CSD

HD Y/N - it's wintertime!! This means I get to play with a scarf and jacket. Also a good time for a bit of floof, which is always fun to use. The fluff on the boots were intended to be similar to the way the DCA has bells on their shoes, so sometimes you can look to what the DCA has for inspiration. I felt that they needed a colour contrast from Sun and Moon that still went along with them well, so the jacket was made cyan. A lot of colour usage is just me going "what will look fine next to Sun and Moon?" OH, and I didn't use earmuffs even though I wanted to, because HD Y/N relies on their hearing. They wouldn't want to wear anything that could muffle that

CSD Y/N - can't go the red yellow blue route, this is a medieval peasant, so I shall combine colours. Can't combine red and blue, that's purple, and purple is typically for royalty if I'm not mistaken. I could combine yellow and blue for a dull green however. I will also google image search medieval clothing for inspiration

Pre Loops Y/N - out of curiosity, I googled "daycare worker" for this. Why are they literally all wearing the same exact kind of jacket sweater thing in every image...? Whatever, I'll have Y/N wear that, sure. I also looked up colour palettes, picked the nicest one, and adjusted the colours to my liking. This character is tidy, so they will have plenty of details that show they care about their appearance (brushes hair, puts on hat, buttons the middle of their jacket, wears a belt, tucks in shirt, tied shoes, well-written name.) The inner shirt will remain a slightly darker orange so that it can still work with Mid Loops's darker colours

Mid Loops Y/N - darker colours to fit better with their new character. More disheveled to show a lack of concern for their appearance. (Messy hair, doesn't bother with hat, unshaven facial hair, unbuttoned jacket, no belt, untucked shirt, untied lace, hastily scribbled name.)

Post Loops Y/N - what would this character want? Maybe they like to grow out their hair to feel the change. Maybe they've forgotten why they even bothered shaving, and like the hairs now. Maybe they want a large and floofy jacket because it's comforting. And to show the tiredness of this character, there is predominantly dark blue with the only red being much darker than previously, making the colours more relaxing.

[thedevilrisen]

This is Embarrassing.

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Description Jamie and Trevor help Trevor's daughter with her period.

Hornet POV: 

Thunk. “MY KNEE!” My dad cried after running into the living room coffee table while playing Just Dance. 

“HA HA! That's what you get for being a tryhard Z!” His best friend and Teammate Jamie Drysdale teased.

“Well at least I’m not stuck on one star!” My dad, Trevor Zegras fired back, continuing to dance, albeit awkwardly with his now sore knee.

“Why do I feel like the most mature person in a room of adults?” I questioned brushing my knotted brunette hair out of my eyes in a short lived attempt to see the television screen so I could continue beating my Dad and my technically not Uncle, Uncle, Jamie. 

“Oh, OH, GET THE GOLD MOVE TO FINISH! LET’S GO BABY!” Dad cried while standing in the questionable ending position, his overgrown hair falling over his eyes. As the screen faded black then white to show the ending scores I moved to sit down and gritted my teeth as my lower abdomen cramped suddenly, moving to grab my water and take a seat next to an exhausted and couch-hogging Jamie I leant back and started sipping on my glass while pushing his feet away from me. He fell to the floor dramatically with a THUD, followed by an exaggerated groan. Jamie Drysdale the Professional Athlete my ass. This man can’t handle two rounds of Just Dance, how's he supposed to have the endurance to play hockey? I inwardly laughed at that thought.

“I’m going to get some more water, I’ll be back in a second.” Dad announced trudging off to the kitchen.

“Ok!” Jamie and I shouted back in unison,

I settled back into the couch and cringed when I felt a warm and damp sensation in my pants. I gasped and shot up, almost knocking a kneeling Jamie over as I rushed to the bathroom in my room.

“Sorry Jamie!” I rushed out shutting my room door.

“All good Kiddo!” He shouted back, still dazed from the dancing and falling on the floor. I rushed over to my wardrobe and grabbed a new set of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants so that way, if I had another leak it wouldn’t be super obvious. Groaning as I doubled over my dresser, I waited for a moment for the pain to subside before speed-walking into my bathroom, the cold marble tiles harsh against my feet as I recklessly put my clothes down on the stone countertop knocking over some items and even knocking my toothbrush off of the bench. I hissed, doubling over again this time leaning on the countertop, I yanked my top vanity draw open, eyes widening at the fact that the clear acrylic container that normally was full with everything I needed in this situation was empty. “Crap.” I mumbled under my breath, I completely forgot that I needed to get more pads and tampons as I ran out the last time I had my period. I needed to create a temporary solution so I changed into the new clothes and made a makeshift pad out of toilet paper while I figured out how to ask dad to go and buy me some. This is going to be embarrassing. 

Trevor’s POV: 

Wandering into the kitchen I walked over to the glasses cabinet and pulled down one of the basic IKEA glass cups with my right hand and opened the fridge door with my left pressing the glass to the dispenser button for the chilled water. Once the glass was nearly full I pulled it away and lifted it to my mouth and took a sip, “WHO WON!” I shouted back into the living room as I made my way down the hallway.

“WHO DO YOU THINK!” Jamie yelled back. I walked around the corner and saw my daughter’s silly-looking icon with her nickname Hornet written on the screen under the gold first-place badge, mine followed and as expected Jamie’s weird punk-rocker dude was last. I sighed out a laugh, 

“She’s too good, dude!” 

“I know it’s crazy.” he murmured looking up at me from his position leaning against the couch.

“What are you doing on the floor anyway?” I asked, the couch would be much more comfortable.

“Hornet pushed me off,” he replied. “Then, when I tried to get back up she rushed off to her room and knocked me in the process.” 

“Right then,” I extended my hand to help pull him back up, which he accepted gratefully and did just that, almost making me spill my glass of water over both of us. Once he was up I moved over to the hanging chair that Hornet insisted we get because it would be fun, I do have to admit though, the gentle swinging can be quite soothing. Jamie flopped down onto the couch and moved his hand around looking for something.

“What are you looking for?” I inquired.

“The TV remote, so I can turn this wretched game off.” he grumbled, continuing to move his hand aimlessly looking for the remote. “Z,” 

“Mm?” I hummed, turning my head.

“Is your knee bleeding?” he asked, lifting his hand, fingertips covered in a deep red substance. Glancing quickly down to my knee that was spotless, I looked back up with wide eyes.

“Where did that come from?” I shot up from my seat, sending the hanging chair swinging into the wall as I rushed over to the couch taking in the bloody stain on the gray material. “You're not bleeding are you?” I questioned as he got up and started down the hallway to the kitchen, I walked in after him to see him scrubbing his hand with soap.

“No, I’m not and have no reason to, that’s why I asked about your knee.” he explained.

“Oh.” I replied as I shuffled over to the linen closet across the hall to grab some bleach and cleaning rags from the shelves.

“Oh indeed.” Jamie replied from his spot in the living room, where he was using paper towels to wipe the excess blood off of the chair. Once he moved out of the way I knelt down and screwed open the bleach container lid, putting it on the floor next to me and pouring some of the bleach into the cleaning rag and using it to scrub the red-ish brown stain from the soft material. Putting my weight down through my arm I used the added leverage to scrub harder causing the majority of the stain to begin to lift, using some left over paper towel to wipe off the excess. I folded over the cleaning rag and poured more bleach into the soft fabric and turned back to continue scrubbing the stain.

“You're really putting your back into that aren’t you?” Jamie remarked, observing from the hanging chair on the other side of the room.

“It’s tough to get out!” I exclaimed, whipping my head around to look at him while still aggressively scrubbing at the material. “It’s almost out now though-”

“What’s almost out?” Hornet asked, awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“The mysterious blood stain that was on the couch.” I responded, “there, that is as good as we are going to get I reckon.” I threw the rag onto the couch and stood up, dusting off my knees. Reaching back down to grab the rag and bleach bottle, shuffling out from between the coffee table and couch to return the bleach bottle to its spot on the linen closet shelf and making my way into the kitchen to rinse the cleaning rag clean of the bloodied bleach.

“Hey dad?” Hornet asked, timidly for her normal self.

“Yeah,” I turned off the faucet and turned to hang the damp rag over the oven door handle, turning back around drying my hands on my shorts noticing the visible wince on her face as she moved to sit down on one of the barstools, “what’s up?”

“I-uh this is really embarrassing, but uhm y’know the blood you just cleaned off the couch.” she looked away embarrassed. “That’s uh my blood, because my period started early and I had a leak.. And I kind of don’t have any pads or tampons left. So, I was wondering if you could maybe go get me some… please.” 

“That solves the blood mystery then, doesn’t it?” Jamie conceded as he walked into the kitchen. Hornet's face was filled with pure mortification as she looked down at her hands that were clasped together. Jamie eased himself into the seat next to her and grabbed one of her hands from its bundle to hold it in both of his to assist in calming her down. 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about Hornet, it’s natural. Are you sure you have nothing left?” Jamie asked, stroking his thumb tentatively up and down her hand. 

“No, I was meant to get more the last time we went to the shops but I forgot.” Hornet responded quietly.

“That’s all good kid.” I responded in the same tone of voice “What do you need me to go get you?”

“I’ll write it down, just wait here.” She mumbled sliding off her chair and disappearing down the hallway. 

“It’s weird to see her so quiet.” Jamie admitted “I mean, considering half of her came from you.” 

“You say that like all I do is talk.” I replied, turning to face him.

“I mean, you are the enemy of silence.” He replied in an amused tone. 

“Wipe that smirk off your face.” I snapped back, walking around the other side of the island counter, pulling out a chair and sitting down as Hornet walked back into the room with a list written on a green post-it note.

“Here you are, that’s everything and the brands are important.” She emphasized pointing to the brand names in brackets.

“Okay, alright” I mumbled reading over the list. “I can do that.” I stood up and walked to the shoe rack pulling off slides and chucking them on the ground so I could slip my feet into them. Grabbing my keys off the wooden hook next to the door, I opened the door “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Two voices responded in tandem with ‘Ok!’ I shut the door and walked down the short driveway to my car, unlocking it, swinging open the door and hopping in. The engine roared to life, I shifted the gear stick to reverse and pulled out of the driveway, changing the gear back to drive and speeding down the road. 

Hornet POV:

I walked down the hallway and into the living room, around the front of the couch and tried to sit down but a hand stopped me.

“Just wait a sec Hornet, let me get a towel just in case whatever you’ve done in the meantime falters.” Jamie requested, as he looked at me for confirmation, which I gave in a nod, and he rushed down the hall, heavy footsteps followed by the squeak of hinges as a cupboard door was thrown open and the squeak and slam of the door being forcefully shut. “Here we go, Hornet.” He stated, leaning over the back of the couch laying the towel over the soft gray material for me to sit on. Jamie walked around the couch to the large rattan basket that was against the wall in the little alcove next to the hanging chair and opened the basket to pull out the ashen gray weighted blanket. Walking back over and draping half of it over my knees for me to adjust how I want, he sat down next to me and pulled the other half up and over his knees and lap. “Want to watch a movie?” he asked, holding the TV remote and pointing it at the screen.

“Could we watch Shadow and Bone?” I requested. 

“Sure!” He smiled, opening Netflix and going into my account clicking on the show. “I like this show. It’s very thought out, like the story line.” 

“Eh, I prefer the Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom Duology.” I return, Bringing my knees to my chest. “Y’know, Ben Barnes kind of looks like Tyler Seguin.” Jamie laughed at this, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling the blanket up a bit higher on me so I could cuddle up to his side, and get as comfortable as possible in my current condition. 

“Do you need anything, or are you good for now?” He inquired, turning to look down at my head which was poking out of the blanket enough to see the show.

“No, I’m ok. I should be fine till dad gets back.” I mumbled in response.

“Alright.” he whispered back in the same tone, gently running his hand up and down my arm in a soothing motion.

Trevor’s POV:

Tick, Tick, Tick. I looked at the little green indicator around on my dashboard as I waited for a break in the traffic so I could turn into the parking lot. After the red car. Driving up the first lane I couldn’t find any parks so I turned left down another lane, three minutes of diving around the parking lot and one stolen park later I found a park under a tree. Grabbing my phone, wallet and the green post-it note I opened the door, minding the car next to me shut it again, locked it and ran towards the glass sliding doors. Grabbing a basket from the stack and looking at the list before deciding to take a quick detour heading to the confectionery isle I grabbed a packet of strawberry creams, snakes alive, melody pops, two Cadbury marvelous creations and two caramilk marvelous creations bars, as well as packet of milky bar kids. Each landing in the basket with a plastic THACK. Scanning the aisle for anything else Hornet might want, maybe something minty I thought,

“A-ha.” I whispered to myself reaching to grab a darrell lea mint-choc bar. Walking down the aisle I turn left looking at the signs hanging from the roof for the toiletries, wandering past a few aisles quickly scanning the signs sparing fast glances to make sure I wasn’t going to run into anyone. About five aisles down the overhead sign had toiletries in bold white on the black background. 

“That’s the one.” I smiled to myself, walking down the aisle at a fast pace, stopping at the feminine products and pulling out the list. Looking between the list and the shelves I determined what I needed and grabbed double what she wanted just to make sure Hornet had what she needed for the foreseeable future. Grabbing the last packet off the bottom shelf, I stood up and placed it in the basket with the other items and briskly walking to the self checkout lane, grabbing a paper bag as I walked past the shelf. Scanning all the items, I pulled out my wallet and from the pocket my card and held it up to the eftpos machine to pay. Seeing the green tick I slid my card back into my wallet and my wallet back into my pocket, grabbing the paper bag filled with items in my left hand and pulling my phone out of my back pocket with my right I sent Jamie a message as I walked to the car.

‘Got the goods + extras. On my way home now.’

Jamie POV:

PING, glancing over my shoulder at my phone on my right side which was haphazardly thrown onto the couch next to me when we sat down I noticed Trevor’s icon. Picking up the phone and swiping up to get to the home screen I clicked the green messages icon on my taskbar then Trevor’s icon, skimming over the message and then looking at Hornets small figure curled into my side I whispered,

“Your Dad’s on his way home.” She looked up at me, stretching out slightly, visibly wincing when she wiggled the wrong way.

“OK.” she mumbled, getting comfortable again. 

“Do you need me to get you anything?” I queried the small ball of girl who looked like she was actively trying to crawl out of her skin. 

“Could you get me a heat pack, please.” she mumbled.

“Ok.” I said, trying to  get up, “Y’know you’re going to have to let go of me?” Reluctantly unclasping her hands from my side and dragging them timidly back to her small, curled form, silently allowing me to make my way down the hallway into the kitchen to retrieve the wisteria coloured heat pack from the top cupboard and place it into the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes. My attention was drawn from the spinning glass plate to the front window when I heard a car’s engine pull into the driveway and the porch light turned on. 

“Hornet! Your dad’s home!” I called the living room.

“Tell him he’s not allowed back if he doesn’t have chocolate!” she called back irritably. I locked eyes with my teammate who was standing in the hallway with two shopping bags in his left hand and a pair of shoes in the other.

“Good thing I thought ahead then! I yelled out, placing his shoes on the rack and walking toward the living room with the bags. I heard some distant mumbling and then the shuffle of feet down the hallway along with a door opening and closing.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Turning around to the microwave and pressing the button to unlatch the door I grabbed the purple heat pack out, throwing it up in the air a couple of times because it was too hot to hold in my palm. Walking back down the hallway and meeting Hornet at the entrance of the living room I handed over the heat pack and she moved to sit down in between the corner of the L corner of the couch and her dad who handed her a packet of strawberry creams. Walking around the couch and settling myself a respectful distance from Z getting comfortable, I looked at the two Zegras’s and asked. “All good?” 

“Yeah, Thank you.” Hornet responded with a weak smile.

“Anytime kiddo.” Trevor responded. “Now, what are you watching?”