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waywardcrow · 1 year ago

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Dress.

Summary: After a mission where they crossed a line, Bucky decides to talk about what happened that night with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader.

WC: Almost 1600.

TW: Avengers kind of things, talk about weapons, sad reader and sad Bucky, misunderstendings, agents talking shit because of jealousy, SMUT (do not interact if you're not +18) some kissing, dancing and boners lol, semi public make out, oral (f recieving) fingering, hint of other things but not so much because I'm so bad a t this, sorry, let me know if I missed something.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

You hated everything that night, the happy people who were eager to get drunk and forget about the ending year, the music too loud that didn’t let you think, the beautiful dress you bought for that very occasion specifically because you wanted to impress a certain super soldier in the New Year's Eve party but that was before last mission, before you messed it all up.

If you closed your eyes, you could see everything playing perfectly in your mind, how unprofessional you were, how much space Bucky put between you two in the quinjet, the tension that followed you the last days and the words of the agents who probably knew about what happen from him. It was a disaster and you wouldn’t escape from it, Tony would never let you go without an explanation if you requested a transfer to another area.

Distracted, drinking your problems you didn’t noticed Bucky’s gaze tearing apart the pretty gold dress you were wearing as if he could feel your skin against his like that night.

It was a simple mission, find the target, watch it until Valkyrie and Wanda could secured the evidence –an arsenal of Asgardian weapons- and then arrested everyone but your cover was necessary and thanks to your powers, the ability to manipulate brain’s perception to make your audience see what you want- make you perfect to blend with him in that shady club pretending to be just a couple looking for a good time.

Easier to say than done, Bucky fought his boner all night with you dancing too close to him, whispering things in his ear, sitting in his lap… sure you could feel how much he wanted to fuck you there in front of everybody, he indulged in his little fantasy when he feel your own arousal, he told himself it was for the mission when he took you to a semi empty corridor to kiss you dumb.

You tasted better than he imagined, like honey and salvation, Bucky was sure that if he kept kissing you he would find heaven.

“Are you ok, terminator? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm” Sam pulled him out of his mind just in time before he got in trouble righ there in the middle of the party.

“I’m fine” he wasn’t and Sam let out a chuckle.

“Just go and talk to her, you can’t keep avoiding each other forever.”

You were avoiding him, Bucky just gave you space after you walked away from him when the mission was over, like he didn’t almost cum from having you exactly where he wanted you, with your perfect legs around him with just a thin layer of clothes between you.

“I said I’m fine” he said again, not looking at Sam when you made your way to the elevators, going after you.

It was better for you to leave early, too many drinks and you could end up crying or doing something you’ll regret, like talking to Bucky, who jumped in the elevator you called before the doors closed.

“Going to bed already?” he asked and you stared at him like an idiot, how could he look that good all the damn time? A black suit and white shirt shouldn’t make someone that hot, it was cheating “are you alright, honey?”

How have you missed his voice! A simple taste of him and you wanted more, you wanted him to touch you like that night, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like if time was against you both and every second he wasn’t making you feel all of him was a sacrilege.

“Why are you here, Bucky?”

Cornered, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, drawing his attention to your breasts, the memory of his lips pulling softly at your nipple made you want to close your legs to get some sort of friction, trying to calm the need for him.

Like he could read your mind, he licked his lips, wanting to pull your dress and bury himself in your chest but Bucky needed to have a conversation with you first.

“Are you going to avoid me forever, hon?” the super soldier lifted your chin to make you see him when you set your eyes in your heels “I can take a rejection, sweetheart but not you shutting me out completely.”

Bucky had made lots of friends with time but you were his first one, he didn’t want to lose you; you, in the other hand, were more confused than ever.

“What rejection? If anything, you’re the one who is not interested!” boldness coming from the alcohol made you talk before thinking about stopping “and don’t give me that look James Buchanan Barnes, you know perfectly what I’m talking about.”

The elevators door opened and you stormed out, going to you room, the audacity of that man!

“Can you explain to me what are you talking about?” Bucky took your hand and made you face him when you reached your door, all his cocky attitude was replaced by confusion.

“Please don’t pretend you didn’t tell Carla and Ashley what happen that night, I heard them talking the morning after in the gym” Above all the embarrassment there was hurt, you thought he could be trusted but Bucky proved you were an idiot “they were talking how you hated being assigned with me and to pretend to make out with me.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest, what the hell were you talking about? He didn’t say anything, at all but you looked so sure he couldn’t speak.

“You made it very clear putting distance between us in the ride home but you didn’t have to tell them” your voice trembled, still you refused to cry, if that was the kind of man Bucky was, he didn’t deserve your tears.

“I swear I didn’t say anything, honey, I swear” he promised, making himself small to look at your eyes “I don’t know how they know, please believe me.”

You shake your head; you wanted to believe him but…

“I told no one, I really thought you were mad at me for taking advantage of the situation, that I misread it” he mumbled, desperate to prove you he was telling the truth, taking your face in his hands “I should have been more professional, more of a gentleman, ask you properly on a date, not acting like that, no matter how much I wanted it. That’s why I put space between us; Wanda and Val were looking at me like they would spray me with cold water if I breathed near you.”

Bucky wished you could read his mind to see he was honest but you still could, sensing his desperation matching yours.

“Do you really mean that?”

His heart broke at how unsure you sounded, he would spend every day of his life proving to you how much he meant it.

“I do, honey, you’re not only a friend to me, why do you think I requested to be with you in that mission?” with his arms around your waist, you put your hands in his chest to feel his heartbeat “I can’t be apart from you, I needed you close while I was gathering courage to confess my feelings but then I couldn’t hide it and…”

You interrupted him to kiss him, not giving a damn about anything but Bucky’s lips in yours. He opened the door and you took him with you to your room, tossing his jacket to the floor and taking your heels off.

“You should keep them on” he said between kisses, guiding you to your bed.

“Maybe next time” you promised, opening his dress shirt, he gave you a smirk while he took it off, like he couldn’t wait.

“This dress has to go, even if I love it.”

“I only bought it for you to take it off” you confessed, mesmerized by his hands undressing you before he placed you softly in your bed, earning a grin from him.

“Really? Well, you deserve a reward for thinking about me, honey”

Before you could ask, he was with his knees on the floor, ripping your panties to eat you out like he needed it to keep breathing.

It barely gave you time to let out a lewd moan that only encourage him more, putting your legs in his broad shoulders, nipping at your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

It was real? It was the alcohol? You could think so if it wasn’t very improbable, your imagination couldn’t make this up, not something this good at least.

“Please” you begged and he shove one finger in you, then almost immediately another while licking you and going back to your clit, moaning at the taste of you, humping the mattress to get some relief, especially when you pulled at his short locks, making him groan.

“Bucky! Pleaseplease…” were the only words you could form but then he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue and you were gone, the orgasm hit you like a thousand waves and you could swear you fainted for a second, only coming back to yourself when you tasted your own arousal in his kiss.

Surprised to being this responsive with him, you kissed him back and he looked at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Come back to me, honey, we are just getting started” he promised against your lips and dear God, he was a man of his word. Hors later, the fireworks were loud enough outside but you both couldn’t care less, you finally have what you wanted: each other.

So this is my first time writing smut and I wanted to do it for New year's Eve, it was fun! Tell me what you think and happy new year!

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes angst

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magicvicky1 · 2 months ago

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Contributing to the Tadc community by drawing my favorite ship :> When I first watched the pilot, these two were immediately my favorites: I tend to like characters like Pomni who are a nervous wreck lmao xd and I really like how in the more recent episodes she has become more brave and has grown to appreciate the members of the circus despite the situation they’re in, plus I just love her design :’3 As for Jax…He is the type of character you either love or hate him from what I’ve seen in the fandom, but honestly I love him XD I find it interesting how he pretty much just goes along with whatever adventures Caine comes up with just for shit and giggles…At some moments I think to myself “God he wants to be Bugs Bunny so bad…”, I really think it has to be some kind of coping mechanism, but hey that’s what makes him so interesting XD Hence why I ended up shipping these two together; Pomni may not be able to fix him, but I think she would be able to at least understand him lol

I was worried they wouldn’t interact ever again for a while, but I was happy to see them talk in ep 4, even if they just exchanged a few words :’D hopefully will get more scenes with them in future episodes….Also for the second drawing, I drew Caine as a cherubim bcs I thought it would be funny lol I was planning to draw him without clothes but like….I don’t think I’m mentally ready to see Caine naked yet XDD

#my ship art #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc pomni #tadc jax #funnybunny #that’s a great shipname lol #jax x pomni

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yoonjae20 · 3 months ago

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Batfam + Danny go on vacation [Bruce/Danny; Spirit Halloween]

Finally we are here at the Beach episode! /joking (well mostly lol). Also we get a much needed conversation between Damian and Danny.

Read on ao3. Masterpost

Previous.

“So I have been thinking,” Danny starts as they are laying in bed, both of them winding down after a long day. Bruce raises an eyebrow when his husband doesn’t continue.

“Yes?” he prompts and closes the book he had been reading, settling it on the nightstand.

“I feel like we deserve a nice vacation,” Danny finally says.

Bruce knits his eyebrows together, but doesn’t disagree.

“We’ll have to coordinate the patrols, but I guess we should be able to make a trip for a few days.”

Danny exhales, shaking his head as he smiles at Bruce.

“I meant with the whole family.”

Bruce’s eyes widen and he just stares at Danny.

“Yes, that means even Duke and Alfred,” Danny adds. “Barbara and Steph too if they feel like it. They should get a chance to relax.”

Bruce presses his lips into a fine line.

“We can’t let Gotham stay unprotected.”

Danny sighs like he expected this.

“We could always ask Clark-“

Bruce bristles, narrowing his eyes as if he can’t believe what Danny just said.

“No way I’m letting him protect my city!”

Danny rolls his eyes before he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Do you trust Clark?” he questions, staring his husband down.

Bruce squirms in his spot.

“Yes, but-“

“And if Clark asked you to protect Metropolis for him, would you deny him?” Danny interrupts.

“No of course not-“

“Then why don’t you extend him the same trust?” Danny huffs out a breath. “He’s literally your best friend Bruce, and we both know you don’t have a lot of those.”

Bruce doesn’t pout — for the record he doesn’t pout. He grunts, not meeting Danny’s eyes.

“I thought the sessions with Jazz were helping?” Danny asks as the man doesn’t answer. “You know you don’t have to keep pushing away people just because you are afraid of them getting hurt. You and I both know that if something really bad happens I can transport us back to Gotham in a blink.”

“It would be nice to have a vacation once in a while,” Bruce finally admits. “It’s just with everything going on lately… I feel uneasy.”

Danny lets out a fond huff as he kisses the man's cheek.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, right?”

“I hate that I don’t find that patronizing.”

Danny chuckles.

“The perks of being your husband, I guess,” he says cheekily before he reaches over to the lamp on his nightstand, turning it off. “I’ll bring up the idea to the rest of the family tomorrow.”

“I guess I don’t have a say in the matter,” Bruce sighs but it’s fond.

“You know the saying — Happy husband, happy life.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme.”

Danny hushes him and Bruce rolls his eyes before he also turns off his lamp.

“Danny?” he extends into the dark.

His husband hums as Bruce finds his hand under the blanket.

“I love you.”

Bruce can hear Danny’s smile in his voice.

“I love you too.”

They draw a lot of attention as they arrive at the airport despite them taking a private plane. They stop for a moment outside the Gate as Danny does a headcount — making sure nobody got lost (or more like they saw something suspicious and decided to investigate. Yes, Danny is talking about Tim or Bruce.)

Danny claps to get everyone’s attention, the squabbling and banter finally stopping.

“Does everyone have their luggage?” Danny asks. “I know we can easily replace any clothes and essentials, but I know for fact that some of you went behind my back and packed your costumes and weapons nevertheless.”

Danny’s gaze heads to Damian and Tim, the latter who doesn’t meet his eyes. Damian just stares at him with a neutral expression. Danny sighs and shakes his head.

“But I guess it’s asking too much to expect a family full of vigilantes to go anywhere without a safety blanket.”

“Not everyone can simply transform Magical Girl style,” Jason snarks.

Danny narrows his eyes.

“We both know you are the one who is the most strapped to hell,” Danny says. “Do you want me to confiscate everything?”

Jason takes it as the warning it is and shuts his mouth. Danny huffs out a breath.

“I thought so,” Danny states. “Then let’s get out here before the paparazzi flocks here. Everyone on social media must know where we are by now.”

The kids fall in line and Danny and Bruce form the final light. Bruce chuckles.

“I never thought I would miss your bossy side,” he says. “You used to nag me constantly.”

Danny raises an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to stir that hornets’ nest?”

Bruce laughs as he puts a hand around Danny’s waist as they walk.

“Of course not — it’s more amusing to not be at the end of it.”

“Well Alfred told me quite some interesting stories-“

Bruce leaves his side and quickly hurries with long strides to catch up with his kids. Danny shakes his head with a smile while Alfred looks at him and Bruce with a knowing smirk. I guess some things never change, Danny thinks to himself fondly.

They arrive at their rented penthouse, all of them going to their assigned rooms to sleep off the jet lag until dinner. Danny pulls out something more comfortable to wear from his suitcase when he sees Bruce settled on the balcony, anxiously staring at his phone.

He lets out a sigh, abandoning the clothes as he steps out. He snatches his husband’s phone, ignoring his protests.

“I told you no social media or reading business emails while we are on vacation,” Danny chides. “Clark will be fine. Steph and Barbara stayed behind as well. Stop catastrophizing.”

Danny glances at the news headlines for Gotham, snickering when he sees the prank Jason and him did on Joker. The graffiti almost looks even better than during the night. It had been quite a rush job to make sure they would have enough time until the flight, but somehow they managed. (It might have helped that Danny used some doppelgängers too.)

They are hoping to draw the rogue out of hiding. He’s been suspiciously quiet the last few months.

“I should have known it was you,” Bruce sighs, “Did it have to be on the Wayne Enterprises building?”

Danny shrugs with a fake innocent smile.

“How can I deny our son?”

Bruce shakes his head, but his lips perk up into a fond smile as he hums.

“Our son,” he murmurs. “I quite like that.”

Danny snorts.

“Of course you would,” he teases before shooing the man inside their room again. “Now let’s go take a nap — I know you are tired too, you can’t fool me.”

“I changed my mind,” Bruce banters. “I don’t like your bossy side.”

“Too late,” Danny says as he pushes him onto the bed, caging the man inside his arms as he smiles.

His core purrs under his chest as Bruce looks at him with obvious adoration. He leans down and kisses the man, sleep quickly forgotten.

Danny sits down on the pier next to Damian who has his knees tucked under his chin.

“Not enjoying the vacation?” Danny asks softly.

Damian doesn’t really react to hearing his voice other than his eyebrows crinkling and Danny has to hold back a coo at the sight of it — he could never be angry at Damian despite what Ra’s did, the boy was just too much like his father. He hums, contemplating if he should give the boy space or push through his obvious discomfort.

He decides to do the former — Danny doesn’t know the boy long enough to truly understand him. While he might act similar to Bruce, there is no 28 year old relationship between them. No unbroken trust. He also has a feeling that Damian would find it patronizing if he treated him a child — no matter that he is one. (And how much anger Danny feels at the fact that he grew up having no real childhood.)

He moves to stand but before he can Damian catches his wrist. Danny freezes, but the boy still doesn’t look him in the eyes as he obviously tries to collect himself.

“Aren’t you angry?” Damian questions. “At what Mother and Grandfather did? At me?”

“I’m angry about a lot of things,” Danny says, keeping his voice calm. “You’ll have to specify on what.”

Damian frowns, dropping his wrist as he pulls his legs even closer.

“I should have never existed,” he says, voice monotone. “How can I call myself the heir of Father’s mantle, when, if it weren’t for Grandfather’s meddling, I would have never been created?”

Danny takes a deep breath, suppressing the rage welling up in him.

“I know for a fact that your father never regretted taking you in,” Danny says. “He always wanted biological children — yes what your grandfather did was despicable, but you know that Bruce doesn’t blame you, right?”

Damian gulps audibly.

“Why wouldn’t he regret it?” he questions. “I’m feral, angry and violent. I can’t read social cues and I don’t trust people. I treated Drake and the rest horribly…” His voice breaks. “I’d rather call people by their surnames than admit that they are important to me.”

“You didn’t call me by my surname,” Danny interjects gently.

Damian finally looks up, struggling to keep his composure and the expression in his eyes is something Danny is way too familiar with. He lets out a sigh as he projects his movements, giving Damian enough time to draw back if he doesn’t want to be touched. When he doesn’t even twitch, Danny crouches down and tucks his head into his chest.

“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Danny soothes as the boy breaks down. “No matter what you think you did, I forgive you.”

Damian clutches Danny’s shirt — for the first actually crying and letting it all out.

“He cried himself out,” Danny whispers as he leans at the door frame, looking at Bruce who strokes through the boy’s hair, where he is settled on their bed. Bruce trembles with barely suppressed fury.

“I should have confronted Ra’s and Talia when I took him in.”

Danny sighs as he crosses his arms.

“You know that wouldn’t have changed a thing,” he says, walking over to the man and Damian, rubbing Bruce’s shoulder. “Damian would have taken it as an attack on his honor.”

“Then after this vacation-” Bruce's voice rises.

“Bruce,” Bruce closes his mouth at Danny’s tone. “He has made so much progress. Do you really want to set him back?”

Bruce presses his lips together.

“You can accompany him if he wants to do it himself,” Danny adds. “But what he really needs right now is you.”

Bruce lets out a heavy sigh.

“I know,” he accepts. “It's just not fair” He squeezes his eyes close. “Not only did they take away the chance of having my first biological child, but they didn’t even tell me about him until it was almost too late. I never saw his first steps. I never heard his first words. I never held him in my arms when he was a baby.”

Bruce balls his left hand into a fist, gritting his teeth. Danny takes his hand, slowly prying it open and holding it before he can hurt himself, carefully brushing over crescent shaped indents.

“You saw him making friends for the first time. You heard his first real, happy laugh. You held him, showing him that touch can be something other than violence,” Danny counters. “We can always make new memories.”

Bruce turns, hugging his stomach as he buries his head in it.

“What did I do without you for 22 years?” the man asks and Danny chuckles, blinking back tears.

“I wonder the same.”

They are relaxing on the beach loungers watching over the rest of their family goofing off in the water, splashing each other as they laugh when Danny gets the alert. He frowns as he looks at the contents. Instantly Bruce notices, looking away from Damian who for once also participates — him and Tim teaming up against the rest — knitting his eyebrows together.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny sighs before he forces a smile on his lips.

“Kingly duty calls,” he lies. “I’ll try to be quick.”

He gives Bruce a quick peck on his lips before he opens a portal, disappearing in it.

It’s only later that the rest of the family realizes that Jason disappeared after he excused himself to get himself a cold glass of water too.

Both of them only return a day later, covered in blood.

Bruce’s hands had shook when he saw them, trembling over their forms when he checked them for any injuries. It was only when Danny gave him a smile that he relaxed.

“It’s not either of our blood,” Danny explains, “Or did you forget that both our blood is contaminated by ectoplasm?”

He grasps Bruce’s both hands, settling one of them over his heart and the other over Jason’s — who surprisingly doesn’t even protest.

“We are fine, Bruce.”

Bruce still clutches both of them close. (He knows what they did, but the only important thing to him is that they are safe.)

“Group hug!” Dick exclaims and runs up to them, quickly forming a cuddle pile as the rest join.

Danny ruffles Damian’s hair when the boy leans against him. Yes, they are safe. (And nobody will be able to change that — Danny will make sure of it.)

#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #bruce/danny #spirit halloween ship #spirit halloween #batfamily #batfam #damian wayne #batfamily shenanigans #yoonjae20 #yoonjae20 writing

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slvtforasht0n · 3 months ago

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Jealousy, jealousy

title inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s track on Sour

.✦ || Boyfriend!Ash x Reader

.✦ || This is your first time being a stagehand at your boyfriend and his band’s show. Even though you couldn’t watch him perform, a particular interaction between him and a female fan piqued your interest. You couldn’t help but look, ought to see what’s happening. Instead, jealousy gets the better of you once you see what’s really going on, your mood permanently shifted. At least, that’s what it felt like.

A/N: first half is highly based on that one interaction that happened in the 5SOS diaries. forever jealous of that girl lol. anyway, i hope you like what i’ve brought out for you for my first post ever. kinda always wanted a tumblr account to post every idea or blurb i get, but ya girl can be very very lazy sometimes.

inspired to write smut ever since i had wattpad. saying this loud and proud. loved duplicity, stall and malignant so there’s that random fact (turn it up for all the other harries/directioners reading this)

i don’t write that much so i’m still trying to improve wherever i need to. ps. english isn’t my first language, so if you do spot grammer/vocab mistakes, it’s not on me sista, still learning:3 sooo i guess i’ll just finish it off by saying this; sit back, relax and enjoy :^)

CONTENT WARNING: fluff & smut, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), spitting, sliiiight dirty talking

WORD COUNT: 5,2k

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As much as you hate your boyfriend in this moment— he wriggled his way to here. His hands all over your frame, reaching to every spot he can find, almost as if his hands have a mind of their own.

His kisses grow more impatient, needy and full of want. Drawing gentle circles against the small strip of bare skin on your back, making you both break the kiss apart with a small gasp.

You weren’t sure of your emotions. Did you want to continue and make him have his way with you? Or did you want to push him away and strangle the living hell out of him?

A faint whimper escapes your lips in between the kiss, his hand traveling down to the heat between your clothed legs. That feeling alone begs to differ. As much as you don’t want to admit to it. You still have that small abhor, but also intense jealousy from what happened prior to all of this.

He breaks the kiss apart, his eyes finding yours. The hazelly green forest almost dispersed into his black pupils, blown out and primed. Fuck… you think to yourself. He looks so provocatively striking, like an erotic sex-god, which is enough to drive you wild— both in a good and a bad way.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” He prompts, his hands finding your waist again to pull you in closer, showing you how induced he is, the want and need inside of him written all over his face.

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This day has been…chaotic, booked, a haywire of physical and mental exertion that drove you into madness. Almost. You only had a 20 minute break before going back to work, crew following along, five different people guffing into your earpiece that just rubs you the wrong way. Being irritated isn’t even slightly nearing to what you’re actually feeling.

Finally, you walked inside the venue, a moment of calm before the storm. Happy you can let your guard down for another minute or two. You take a deep breath, moving scenery and props along with two other crew members, joining in after your one true moment of silence.

Being a stagehand at a show of your own boyfriend is uncommon, just something you’re not really used to. You’re not sure if you’re able to keep your cool seeing Ashton on stage, beating those drums expertisely, face etched into pure concentration. You always found it to be a work of art, to see your boyfriend practicing at home or somewhere that isn’t on a stage.

But hey, you bite the bullet once it’s showtime, having to face away from the stage, meanwhile he’ll be there to steal the show.

The crew had cued that the band arrived several moments later, and as much as you want to run away to find him, you’re still stuck planning, discussing and arranging tonight’s act.

Hours have passed on and exhaustion seemed to get the better of you. The small gig now filled with a couple of thousands of fangirls, boys, moms, dads, you name it. Two thousand to be exact. You’re not sure if it makes you intrigued, or uncomfortable. Either way, you find yourself lucky you’re not in that crammed crowd.

Playing more intimate, smaller shows was out of the ordinary for the band, something they wouldn’t have done a year ago or two.

The show has started not long after, and your back is facing the stage, eyes on all of these screaming fangirls for their idols in front of them, hands in the air, phones recording, but mainly their loud screams that’s luckily muffled by your in-ears. All you could do is focus on the beat of the drums, imagining his every movement of prowess, how trickles of sweat is already forming on his forehead.

You don’t have it in you not to look, so you do. Just the smallest of sneak-peak. Though, his eyes immediately found yours, like all of his focus was on the back of your head this whole time. Your heart starts to pound faster against your chest, turning your head back to the crowd ahead. Just keep your cool… keep your cool— You have to remind yourself every minute. Or rather every second.

You’re glued to the spot, making sure everyone’s safe and sound. However, there’s a small interaction going on between a fan and… Ashton. His voice being heard through the microphone gives you some sort of solace, your focal point on every pronunciation and syllable on the words that falls from his lips.

This particular interaction is focused on the fan’s cardboard sign, stipulating that it’s her twenty first birthday and now legal to drink, suggesting Ashton a shot. They expeditiously agree and brought the stunned girl up stage. Your eyes followed hers, turning around to look at the stage ahead. You didn’t have the heart in you to dismiss this and act like nothing’s going on.

Ashton’s change of demeanour, presence next to this fan, and just the overall vibes he’s got going on throws you right off the wall. It’s like he’s throwing her a curveball of coy behaviour, something that doesn’t sit right with you. It’s either that or you’re overthinking it. But then again, you might not be, especially having your eyes glued on him right now, watching him unfold into someone he’s not.

You hate it. You hated every second of it, watching the scene ahead. She gets to be the one giving your sweaty boyfriend a hug, a prolonged hug. Sharing a shot, looking into his eyes- him looking into her eyes. It’s like hot steams are blowing out of your ears by how much you hate seeing this with your own eyes. If it were possible, you’d throw Ashton’s drum kit right to his head out of spite and anger. You can’t believe him.

You’re definitely not overthinking, since you’ve picked up on him being ‘the man of the show’. Trying to seem more charming and appealing, in all the wrong ways. You know he loves getting this type of attention, boosts his ego in the wrong way and you’d love to just kick him right in the nuts.

Once the show’s over, you’re finally in your own privacy, changing your uniform to your day to day outerwear. A knock is heard on the door, catching you out of your hazy thoughts, while also feeling jealous and incensed. You open the door and you’re immediately knocked down with a feather.

“What are you doing here?” you utter, laced in a grim tone, not expecting to see his cheery face. Ashton stands in front of you, eyebrows raised by your surprising outburst.

“Checking in on my girlfriend. What else would I be doing?” He responds nonchalantly, entering the small room without needing to ask for permission. Of course he wouldn’t.

He runs a hand through his damp curls, looking around the room before looking back to you. It’s like he struggles to read you and why you’re not responding to him, why you’re facing away from him. “Hey…” He starts off, walking up to you and placing his hands on your waist, making you turn around to face him.

You push his hands off your body almost immediately, his eyes on stalks. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he counters, his eyes searching yours.

The more he acts this oblivious, the more you want to give into the idea of kicking him in the nuts and walking out of this room. You decide to just tell him before he’s going for the the well known question ‘are you on your period?’.

“The fuck was that up stage?” you angrily mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He seems confused, which is one more reason to be angry at him. How can he be so painfully heedless? You desperately need to just knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

“What?” he raises his arms in an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ motion.

“Oh, so now you’ve got memory loss? Great.” you roll your eyes, facing the other way instead of him. Again. How can a human being manage to piss you off this much? It’s inane.

“Amore… tell me.” He waits for you to say something, anything at all, but all you do is stand there and glare, causing him to take a step closer to you. “Was it the girl who I did a shot with?”

Bingo.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, as if it wasn’t that obvious why you’d be mad at him about that in the first place.

“Oh come on… Nothing happened, alright? Just did her a favour and probably made her whole night.”

“Yeah, right.” You bite back immediately, not buying any of the bullshit he’s spitting. You can’t even look him in the eyes. You’re deranged in anger, but also so confused and hurt. He’d never gone this close to a girl before in all the months you’ve been dating, so he surely needs to understand why you’re acting the way you are.

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” he murmurs, managing to boil your blood to the point you could burn anything you touch into ashes.

“Are you kidding me, Ash?” you poss in vexation, glaring through his soul. Words can’t express how tense you’re getting and how much you want to wipe that foolish smirk off his face.

“Babe, you can’t be serious, can you?” He sneers, his eyes giving you a once over. You only let out a frustrated sigh, turning your back to him a third time.

You don’t know what he deserves more, a sucker punch right to his jaw or the infamous silent treatment. Maybe both could give him a well-earned reality check.

“Are you seriously mad about some measly fucking interaction? Really, Y/N?” he huffs, seeming more annoyed than amused this time. Which makes you, on the other hand, infuriated by even more rage.

The way he acts so unbothered is insufferable. You turn on your heel, facing him, an angry etched expression on your face he certainly can’t dismiss now. “You were flirting with her, you ass! Right in front of me!” You bark back, sick of his apathetic state. Just utterly sick of him.

“I wasn’t, Y/N! Why would you even think that?” he retorts, his obliviousness turning into annoyance, his arms now crossed over his chest as well.

You don’t respond, only letting out a spiteful scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I really don’t see what’s wrong here. You have no reason to be mad at me. None.” he mutters, which is just the cherry on the cake, isn’t it? You let out another angry huff before turning on your heel and leaving him in the room, despite it being yours.

However, you’re not as quick as you thought you were as he catches your wrist, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t run away from me, baby. None of that bullshit. Talk it out with me, curse me out, just don’t ever shut me out, okay?” he calmly explains, his eyes trained on yours with his eyebrows creased together in concentration on you. Only you. You take a deep breath, flicking your eyes in between his.

“Why were you flirting with that girl?” you ask after a long pause, your eyes focusing on that one curl that fell on his forehead.

“I wasn’t.” He responds, and it just made you feel even more obscured from this ridiculous situation that brought tension between you two.

You’re starting to think you might be overdoing it. Might be a bit of the jealous kind and just making this ought to paint you to be dramatic.

“Is that all you have to say?” you mask getting offended by his short, incoherent reply, just by answering repulsively back.

“What more can I say then? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill here.” He crosses his arms again, and it just messes with your head on what type of emotions and feelings are coursing through him. What his thought process is, ‘cause he’s doing everything he can to dismiss the issue. Dismissing your feelings that are as valid as can be. At least that’s what you wanna think.

“Never mind.” You pull away from his grip, sitting down at the nearest couch. You’re done trying to argue to a wall, because that’s the position you feel like you’re in, feeling trapped in a loophole if he continues to act this clueless.

He looks over at you, no remorse whatsoever, and that somehow rises more anger out of you, though you make sure you keep your poker-face. There’s no point anymore if he won’t try to understand you.

“Are ya really just gonna sit there and stare?” he asks. But after a long pause, he just knows there’s not going to be a reply.

“Silent treatment won’t solve anything, love.” he adds, looking at you across the room, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his hand through his hair again.

“Y/N…Just quit it already, will ya?” he grows more annoyed and impatient by your attitude. However, nothing will make you utter out a word again. Not when he at least attempts to apologise.

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N… I don’t have time for this. I’m sorry, alright? I wasn’t flirting with the girl- would never do that.”

You think to yourself you might have overexaggerated on wanting an attempted apology, cause it just pisses you off even more.

“Talk to me…” he prompts, taking a few steps closer to you.

You don’t respond, and he takes it as some sort of indication to stride closer. He takes your hands in his, pulling you up to your feet and cupping your jaw, making sure you look him in the eyes. “Please?”

You hate him. You hate him so much you’re becoming a tough nut to crack, and he’s fully aware of that. He knows how stubborn and jealous you can get over the smallest things. Still, you don’t know where his mind is.

He pulls you in for a kiss, connecting his lips with yours, catching you by surprise. His hands are trailing down your body and reposing on your waist, pulling you closer than before.

If this is how he ventures his way out to say sorry to you, when you can’t take it as a simple word, you’re not…entirely against it.

You stare profoundly into his eyes after he breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours—But your feelings are very conflicting. You so want to give in, but you’re still mad. And you still hate him. Well, you’re trying to make yourself hate him.

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve uttered out a word, but that’s none of your concern as you pull him in for another heated kiss, your hand finding its way through his tousled hair, earning a soft groan on his end. His tongue slips out and swipes at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth as you oblige immediately.

He has you fully wrapped around your finger. You can’t even be mad at him anymore, even if it’s play pretend.

His hands are on your waist, but it didn’t take long before one hand slips between your legs, making you instantly weak in the knees.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” replays in your mind over and over when you brought him in for another desperate kiss, pouring out all of your feelings and love for him. The way he said it, the desperation in his voice and his dilated eyes— you can never say no to that. You need him.

You’re a hot mess, letting out huffs of pleasure as he continues to palm you through your jeans, like an attempt to hear you, even if it’s not through articulated words.

He pulls away from your lips, traveling his heated series of kisses down to your pulse-point, eliciting another hot whimper out of you. You’re dazed and all you want is more. More of him. Just more.

He hoists you up, your legs immediately clinging around his hips as he leads you towards the small couch, laying you down and hovering his body over yours.

He’s such a sight for sore eyes, carrying the grace of dawn and the mystery of dusk. Your eyes wandering over every feature of his face, just taking him in. He bites back a smile, his eyes lingering on your chest, then back to your eyes. “Want me to make you feel good, yeah?” his voice is ragged with desire, low and husky that has such a toll on you.

He goes back in for a fervent kiss before you could even respond, pouring out all of his love for you that makes you forget the anger you once had a thousand times more. Your hands wander over his shoulders, all the way down to his hips, pulling him in closer, trapping him in between your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a low grunt in between the kiss, his hips grinding against your heat, drawing out another small sound out of you. His hands that has a mind of its own fondling your breasts through the thin material of your shirt, like he couldn’t get enough of you and he physically needs more. You want more of him too, totally entranced by him, the heat of desire pooling in between your legs with an intensified want to have him in ways that’s unrefined. He moves towards the crook of your neck again, marking you up as his.

You’re already impatient as is, your uncoordinated fingers fumbling with his belt, like you can’t stand seeing him in clothes for another wasted second. He lets you, still immersed in marking your neck up, making sure there are angry marks left behind.

Once you’ve found the zipper of his tight jeans, you tug the material down, his hands coming in rescue and helping himself out of his jeans. In an instant, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, dragging the material over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. Your eyes have wandered off to the door behind him and suddenly you’re too aware that someone could walk in easily.

“Babe… this room has no lock.” you mention, evoking a small smirk on his face. “Don’t you think it’s more fun that way? No one’s gonna come in.” He teases, eyes shamelessly staring at your bra, like he’s trying to smog up the power to disappear things with his mind.

“But-“ he’s quick to pipe you down by a kiss on the lips. “No ‘but’s’, you’re safe with me, amore.”

You pull him back in, sick of prolonging this any longer and seriously needing a good fuck if he’s gonna make it worth the while. If this is his way to at least attempt to apologise, then he better makes it good. Not that he has ever disappointed you in that division.

He hovers over you again, faces inches from yours, his hand snaking under your back to unclasp your bra in what feels like a nanosecond. He pulls the material off your body like it’s some sort of pest- like he’s been wanting it off since the moment he had laid eyes on you. He nips and sucks at your skin, hands exploring every inch of you. He licks a stripe right above your boobs, staring up at you with a well-known grin, eager to have his way with you.

He swipes his tongue over your sensitive nipple, lapping you up and then latching you in between his lips, paying great attention to you with his mouth, suckling and nibbling on your flesh. His other hand wanders to your untended breast, his fingers playing with the other nipple. You let out a soft whimper, already captivated by his fervent skills, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

Your eyes catches his, a sultry grin appearing on his face that has you overdriven with more arousal, more desire for him.

He moves to your other nipple, giving it the same, equal attention, drawing even more sounds and pants out of you.

All you really want is for him to hurry up. Your mind can’t get off of that damned door that has no lock on it, and he’s about to undress you intimately, which has made you apprehensive. He quickly catches on by your stiff demeanour and he lowers himself down, licking a long strip down your bare stomach- trying to make you forget about the door.

You lull your head back, your breath ragged and uneven as you tug at his golden strands tighter than before, earning a low grunt from him. He sure knows how to make you forget about stuff in an instant.

He has his hands on each side of your hips, trailing them towards the button of your black jeans. He works his way to get you out of your clothes, fast and determined, pulling the fabric down your thighs as you help him kick off the material.

“So gorgeous f’me, amore.” he grunts, quickly discarding his shirt off of him, accentuating his perfect, sweaty body to you, the sculputred abs and delicious pecs staring right at you as we speak. You sit up straight on the couch with only the flimsy laced underwear you’re wearing covering three percent of your body at most.

His eyes widen the moment you drop down to your knees in front of him, head-level with the black boxer briefs clung tightly on him. It highlights the swell of his tent that’s covered by the thin material of his Calvin Kleins. Your doe-eyed expression seems to get the better of him, already biting his bottom lip from your sight.

You waste no time, hooking your fingers under the material of his boxers, sliding them down ‘till they drop to his feet. He’s quick when it comes to stepping out of them, eager for you.

You’ve seen him like this before, plenty of times even, but right now— it’s like his arousal is as painful as it seems. His tip an angry shade of pink, pre-cum glazing down to his shaft. His breathing is laboured, his eyes concentrated on you, like he’s trying to moderate himself, keeping everything under control before he snaps.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the smallest of touch already making him hiss in pleasure. With deep shared eye contact, you start to pump him slowly, collecting the pre-cum that’s spilling out of him, whirling it over his tip, eliciting another desperate whimper from his agape lips. His eyebrows are creased, the purity in his eyes completely gone- reciprocated into something more coarse and obscene.

“Baby.. open your mouth.” he demands in a breathier tone, and you instantly oblige. With that, he cups your jaw with both of his large hands, his eyes intensely staring at yours. You don’t know what to expect, but he stars to hover over you, his face significantly closer to yours. He gives you that snarky smirk you know all too well, and then makes sure to lift your jaw a little up higher as he spits into your mouth without caution. Your eyes widen a little, his spit landing right on your tongue.

“Now swallow f’me, amore.” he orders, and you do exactly as he says.

Jesus…even in times like these— he still tastes divine.

His one hand threads through your hair, his other leaving the underside of your chin. “Show me what you’ve got…be my good girl.” he growls, standing up straight. You’re completely gone off guard by this small interaction between you and him, but you quickly shake it off, your trembly hand going back to where it was before.

You lick a strip up over his shaft, swirling your tongue on his tip that has him already writhing for more. You finally take him in your mouth, wrapping your lips sweetly around him and taking him inch by inch, a swall groan leaving his lips in exchange.

You set up a space, sucking him as you wrap your hand around the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth, his hand threading in your hair expeditiously. Low grunts and groans escapes his mouth, totally entranced by your ministrations as he couldn’t help but thrust forward, meeting your pace and rhythm all. He hits the back of your throat at every thrust, tears already brimming in your eyes that eventually seeps down to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but suck him with more precision, eyes deeply concentrated on his breathtaking face.

The desperation and anguish is written all over him, like he couldn’t bear this and needs you in ways where it’s humanly impossible to describe. Sweat already trickles over his forehead, eyes pleading for you, in a way that makes you believe his pupils are contorted into spelling your name- his want like a screeching howl that blares through your eardrums.

In a quick motion, he pulls out of you and you take your time to catch your breath, heaving them out like you’ve ran a marathon, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He pulls you to your feet, hands on your hips and instantly pushing you backwards on the couch as your back hits the cushions, laying flat on the surface. Hovering over you, he delicately scans his eyes over your whole frame, taking in every detail from your tousled hair to your almost naked self. He traps himself in between your spread out legs, his length making contact with your lower abdomen, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His arms are on each side of you, a few strands of his curls hanging over his forehead. “Need to fuck you, baby. Need you right now.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse and his tone laced in pure lust.

You bite your bottom lip as he positions you, hands firmly grasping your hips in desperation. “Please…” You utter out, the only thing your lips can form as a sole word, while your mind is going a million miles an hour with how much you have to say.

The warmth of his palms are soon replaced by the cool air hitting your hips, his hands sliding down to your thighs as his fingers prudently play with the lace of your underwear. “So beautiful…” He murmurs in almost a whisper. “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?” He adds, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, examining him. “I know...” you reply in a soft mumble and his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile.

You glance down his body, and the sight alone has you as weak as water. He pumps himself a few times, eyes still trained on yours. He pulls at the laced material of your panties, prodding his length right under the fabric as he teasingly begins to rub himself against you. You let out a stifled moan, eyebrows creased upwards in simple pleasure. He’s fervent with you, fastening his pace ever so slightly that drives you insane. “So wet f’me, yeah?” he grunts, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your soft moans are muffled in between the kiss as his hand that rested on your hip is now gripping your thigh, quickly hooking it over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, gliding himself inside you fervently with your panties now pushed aside. A soft gasp escapes your throat, head already lulled back by how full he’s making you feel once he’s fully inside. After making sure you adjust to him, he begins to set up a slow pace, hovering over your body even closer as this new profound feeling intensifies, hitting you in all the right places.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby… Let me hear you, yeah? Moan f’me…” he praises, and all you could do in response to that is grow louder- despite still being in a semi-public setting. There’s a small chance someone could walk in, or even hear you through the door, but your mind is elsewhere. It’s on him, totally engulfed in pleasure he gives you.

“Taking me so well…” He pants, heaving out breaths as his thrusts start to become rougher, dragging out more moans out of you. “So good for me, aren’t you? Gonna fill you up so well...” He continues, his hands trailing over every inch of your body, fingers lightly pinching at your nipples, eliciting another whimpery moan from your lips.

He continues to thrust into you deliciously, hooking your other leg over his other shoulder, this newfound angle hitting your sweet spot delightfully over and over again. Moans spill out of you in an overwhelming sensation, that’s probably music to his ears by the way he’s thoroughly captivated by you.

His own moans fall from his lips once your hips buck up to match his rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m so close...” you heave out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He takes this as a sign to fuck you harder. Rougher. Like he wants to break you in half.

He adds his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing out louder moans, that has no way of becoming less when it’s only pitching up higher in decibels. “You’re so fucking hot, baby…So perfect.” he praises you, totally wrapped up in utter pleasure, the slapping sounds of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Please…” you plead in a high whimper, not really sure why, but you’re completely overdriven in ecstasy, his thumb on your sensitivity never leaving you which adds to more pleasure, egging you on.

“Yeah, amore mio? Gonna give it to me, aren’t you? Show me… Show me how good I make you feel.” he groans completely out of breath, his chest glistening with his own sweat. He leans down, folding you in half like a damned pretzel, hitting you even deeper than before. He nips on the skin at the crook of your neck, humming against you.

“Making me feel so good…” he murmurs against your skin, his thrusts piercing more moans out of you, knowing how much you enjoy his rough side.

The bubbling feeling inside your lower abdomen intensifies by the minute, exhibiting that you’re nearing the finish line. He knows by your desperate pants and graphic sounds as he strives to get you to the pinnacle point of pleasure, picking up on his thrusts, fucking you harder against the cushions with fervor.

Your brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs, moving from left to right in a stirring pan as his lips finds yours in a sweet quick kiss, pulling away to look at you. His hands grip your waist as tight as ever, definitely leaving a mark behind. His whimpers like a melody you can never get sick of, no matter how many times you’re willing to repeat the same tune.

A few more thrusts in and you hear the familiar ringing in your ears as you near the edge completely, your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. You scream out his name in the process, clenching sweetly around him as he follows right behind you and finishes, trails of curse words falling from his lips in heavy grunts—filling you with his cum.

He unhooks your legs from his shoulders, pulling out of you with a small gasp. He crashes down next to you, heaving out hefty breaths. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his glistening body. “See? You’re safe with me, just like I told you.” he breathes, letting out a soft chuckle.

You turn your face to look at him, a genuine smile formed on your lips, despite being completely out of breath. “Mmmh, never said you were wrong.”

He chuckles in response, planting a sweet kiss to your temple. “You felt incredible baby, definitely needed this after the show.”

You smile, all the anger and jealousy from before completely wiped off of you. “I always do.” you counter with a smug grin, giving him a bit of a tease.

“A win-win situation for me, eh?” He eyes you, eyebrows raised with a cheeky smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Definitely.” You agree, a small giggle followed after.

“So… I take it that you’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, his voice laced in a sincere tone.

You had almost forgotten about how immensely infuriated you were before this happened. “I forgive you.” you murmur, glancing at him.

“I mean it when I told you I only have eyes for you.” he utters, pulling you even closer than before, pecking the top of your head.

This was definitely a way to end the night, after a very small gig took place and how the man of your dreams next to you can have you riled up in anger as well as desire in the span of two seconds. You’re not complaining about it at all. You wouldn’t have him any other way— even if it means all the ups and downs that comes with it.

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queenkamisama · 5 months ago

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idk how many of you noticed but Jason’s proportions (especially his arms) always seem so off to me. like if they doesn’t even care about basic human anatomy, they always give my man those underdeveloped(?) arms as if he was 4 or smth:/ are they always in a rush? or maybe they just don’t care. or they’re blind lol. if i were the artist in a company that is this big, i’d rather stare at my art for DAYS before i send them the finished piece. i’ve always been so critique about myself, i could work on a drawing for WEEKS (that happens me all the time cuz I’m never satisfied with my work) until i see it as “perfect”. i know that in the og mcl the proportions are really bad sometimes, but that was like 10 years ago and i just can’t believe they didn’t see this big deviation(?) (cuz when i saw the illu the first thing i noticed were his arms), or are they just really don’t care? btw this is NOT a hate post or anything like that, i’m just thinking loud as always lol

i know there’s a lot of work in these illustrations, most of them are beautiful, but sometimes i feel like they just focusing on the quantity not the quality (for ex. the paid packs are always more detailed than an episode outfit, but!! i already see some changes in the newest ep, because the clothes are really really cool!!)

anyways, i got tired of seeing my man with t-rex arms so i fixed it as much as a could!!

love u babe🦖💔

#amordoce #amoursucre #corazondemelon #mcl #mclng #cdm #mycandylove #beemoov #mcl new gen #my candy love #my candy love new gen #amour sucre new gen #amour sucre #amor doce #oc #illustration #spoiler

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confusedasever · 7 months ago

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I love your human designs!! Did something inspire them? Especially Logans and Virgils

How I made the human au designs!

All my designs are based off common fandom headcanons I’ve seen and enjoyed. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious lol. I loved taking inspiration from the other amazing human fander artists out there. It’s like a group project also isn’t it cute how the “light” sides hair goes one way and the “dark” sides hair goes the other? That was accidental.

(Fun fact a former dear friend helped with the designs of Patton and Virgil. So props to them. Thanks star!)

The designs:

🌩️Virgil: short, black hair, purple streak to look cool, (the eyes were my friends idea) really good fashion. He’s part of the freckle club. Plus he has pointy elf ears! Often wears earrings and is haunted by the ghosts of his past. My friend did the heavy lifting so if you like Virgil’s design thank them.

🪐Logan: tbh it’s just character designs I like + normal Logan, dark eyes, eye bags, freckles, ties, glasses, why change perfection any more than you have to right? I just draw him like first try every time too it’s scary lol he just appears

🍰Patton: (Another design I got help with) rounder body type, fluffy curly blonde hair, round glasses freckle club member. Manages to look like the worlds cutest man. He’s the only one with a fully rendered drawing. Logan steals his clothes.

🥇🥈Roman & Remus: these identical twins look like Alex and Alex’s evil twin from stardew valley ngl but they’re designs are inspired by Roman typically being coloured tanner than the others. Remus dresses like he wants attention, Roman dresses like he’s a cartoon character. They’re ahoge’s are crowns cause why not?

🐍Janus: first Janus appearance. Pale, angular and blonde. The scales are now a scar that covers most of his body. (Blind and dead on that side) Still managing to slay. Even if he dresses very oddly. Tries to look rich looks lame instead. Kinda a bad person. Sorry Janus at least you still have a hat. I hate drawing hats.

☕️🍬Remy&Emile both have designs but tbh they’re pretty much entirely just ocs me and my friend made very loosely based on sander sides so idk if I’ll ever share them.

#sander sides #sanders sides fanart #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #Remy and Emile mentioned #logan sanders my beloved #human au #human sander sides #character design

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moodymuu · 7 months ago

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Not y’all noticing the way I draw Sig XD

Well I guys it’s obvious, plus my style hasn’t changed that much lol

Pentagon shaped face, baggy clothes, purple eyes, one antenna :3

Yes I used to be Weeping lol and moved to a different account.

But why you may ask? Imma just copy paste what I said to a person I dmed.

Main reason was because I was getting too addicted to fame and was causing me to dislike me art/low self esteem. Yes, I could have just taken a longer break, but I hated looking my account. It didn’t reflect what I liked anymore. So I have this one, where it’s main focus is my mental health, my friends, and what I personally like. Hope this is reasonable/makes sense. I’m bad at explaining my thoughts/feelings.

To sum it all, I was going down a mental spiral. Yay! I’m not completely better or might not ever be, but Im trying. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(I probably shouldn’t have internet all… but I’m stubborn so it’s my own fault :’3)

#yes I was weeping I really don’t have anything to hide #just wanna chill w my friends and draw #bleh #ramblings

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puppyypaws · 6 months ago

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ghost!

cg! clockwork / feminine! regressor! reader

AN: this is for ageretober day 3! i’m doing it out of order i suppose :B also, clockwork does live in slendermansion, but she’s not necessarily a proxy because she hates slenderman. i dunno, don’t think too much about it lol! i hope you enjoy reading! sfw interactions only please!

CW: a tad angsty, but it’s more hurt/comfort! use of the f word. unfortunately, i don’t know how well the creeps would be able to control their cursing lol

pitch black darkness filled your room, only a sliver of moonlight peeking through your large window. clutching your comforter, you had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

it was silly. you lived in a mansion full of less-than-friendly-looking people and you were scared of this.

earlier that night you had stood in the kitchen, making some tea before bed. you were feeling perfectly fine and perfectly big. that was until you heard a large thump come from the laundry room.

fear instantly feared your veins. usually you wouldn’t be so scared, just chalking it up to someone in the mansion being loud. however, you knew for a fact everyone was in their rooms. you were the only one down here.

fearing it may be an intruder, you grabbed the closest thing you could find to defend yourself with, your teacup. creeping into the laundry room with trepidation, you swung open the door.

no one was in there.

the shelf which held various laundry detergents was now on the ground, somehow broken off from the wall. you looked around and absolutely no one was in here.

it had to have been a ghost!

your fear instantly made your mind go fuzzy, sending you deep into your headspace. you bolted to your room, slamming the door shut and burying yourself under the covers. the ghost couldn’t see you if you couldn’t see it.

for the whole night, you couldn’t sleep. you desperately wanted your mama, knowing she would protect you from anything. however, her room was across the hall. the ghost could easily snatch you up in a second.

you whimpered, fat tears rolling down your face. you know you had to be brave. nats room was just a few seconds away, and if you brought your stuffie with you, they would protect you.

screwing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, you threw the covers off. cold air instantly met your skin, causing chill bumps to litter your legs. the grating sound of squeaky hinges made you flinch. you clutched onto your stuffie. you were fine. you could be brave.

as soon as you opened your door, nats room came into view. it was just across the hall, but it felt like it was miles away.

you made a run for it, little feet pitter pattering across the creaky wood. when you finally reached her door, your gently pushed it open. nat left her door unlocked at night in case you needed anything. you felt a little bad about disturbing her sleep but this was an emergency!

one you safely made it into her room, shutting the door behind you, you let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. you were safe now.

nats room was slightly messy, but it brought a warm comfort to you. her desk was filled with pens and colorful pencils. sketchbooks sat piled atop it, and drawings you had made her were pinned on the wall.

clothes littered her floor, even though she was very strict about your room staying clean. in the middle of the room was her bed. sheets and blankets alike were messily strewn across the mattress, and you could faintly make out a natalie shaped lump in the middle of it.

nat was a light sleeper. almost everyone in the mansion was. you tiptoed closer to her sleeping form.

“mama?” you shakily called, poking her arm ever so gently.

natalie shifted a little before opening her eyes groggily. you could tell she was a little disoriented, and then her eyes turned to you. bushy brows knitted together with concern at your weary demeanor. it wasn’t often you woke her up in the middle of the night.

“ma minouchette?” she asked, raspy voice sounded confused. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

the sound of your mamas warm, comforting voice immediately made the floodgates burst open. you had been so scared all night, and you were so small. you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep because of the supposed ghost. too many big emotions swirled in your belly, and it was too much for you.

“m scared mama,” you weakly sobbed, moving to climb into her bed. you quickly settled in her strong arms, finding your molded place on her lap.

“angel, what happened? did someone hurt you?” she asked with a dangerous tone lacing through her words.

“t-the ghost did!”

“what?” natalie asked in amusement, running her fingers through your hair.

you explained to her the story of the supposed ghost. how you were in the kitchen when you heard a loud sound come from the laundry room, but when you went to investigate nothing was there. you told her it immediately caused you to be small, and that you were so scared of the ghost you ran straight to your room.

by the time you finished explaining, natalie was biting her lip in order to hold back a smile. she didn’t want to laugh at you and embarrass you. however, sometimes you were just too cute.

“my silly girl, there’s no ghost.”

you looked up to her with wide eyes, conviction written across your face.

“mama, no one was there! the ghost made the loud sound,” you nestled deeper into her chest as you explained.

natalie hummed, pulling you closer. “it was probably one of the boys. most likely ran after they fucked up. it’s okay, angel.”

you whined, wanting to believe her but convinced it was a ghost.

“and even if it was a ghost,” she continued. “you have nothing to worry about, mon amour. you know mama will always keep you safe.”

you nodded your head, letting the wave of comfort wash over you. here, you felt safe in your mamas arms, and you knew she would let absolutely nothing get to you.

“have you slept at all tonight?” she asked gently, to which you shook your head in response.

she cooed, gently laying the both of you down. you remained cuddled up next to her. her scarred arms rubbing your back in comforting circles.

you felt your eyes grow heavy. the tic, tic, tic of her eye gently lulling you to sleep. now, you had completely forgotten about the ghost and the fear that came with it. you knew you were safe.

chapped lips were pressed against your forehead in a tender kiss. “goodnight, mon bébé.”

the next morning during breakfast, ben and natalie both walked in together. the blonde sporting a black eye, and natalie looking at him with a smug look.

later on that day, ben holed up in the laundry room to begrudgingly fix the shelf he broke. he silently cursed clockwork for ratting him out.

translation from french:

ma minouchette - my little girl

mon amour - my love

mon bèbè - my baby

@cupidspup i hope it’s okay to tag you! i know you said you wanted to be tagged if i wrote anything else :B

#creepypasta agere #sfw agere #sfw age regression #age regression #clockwork #natalie ouellette #౨ৎ story time

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thought-bubble-doodly-doo · 2 years ago

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Clown Month 2023 Day 1 (Clownsona)

I immediately lost all ability to draw well as soon as I tried to draw today, so please take this recycled asset and a few doodles as my first entry. ;;;

Don’t you just hate when that happens? You wanna draw so bad, but as soon as you have the time you suddenly lose all your ideas and talent. :’(

But I’ve had this Clownsona for a while now, so if you wanna learn more I have info about how I went creating her under the cut. UwU. :3c

Clown Month is a 30 Day Drawing Challenge. For more info or to draw along please see @clownartmonth

Clownsona Fun Facts!

1. Her name is Comedi-anne, because I love a good pun.

2. I based her off the Pierrot! The Pierrot is a sad clown archetype with its roots dating all the way back to the Commedia Del’arte! Traditionally, it’s an all black and white clown with oversized clothes and a conical hat. But I added a few more colors, because I thought all black and white would be boring. At the same time, if I tried to do a more vibrant white-face clown I know I would’ve gone overboard and had no color cohesion throughout the piece. I tried to limit myself a little with just primary color accents. :3c

3. Although Pierrot was her base, I did do a little pattern mixing with the diamonds and stripes. The diamonds were inspired by the classic Harlequin look and the stripes were inspired from the pattern mixing traditionally found in the Auguste!

4. I added the star motif before I learned that Pierrots became to be associated with the moon (cuz melancholy and emotions and whatnot). But I like it too much to change it.

5. The stitched heart was a hold-over from a previous persona I had. Something pretentious I came up with about how I use art to work through wounds that never full healed or something. Lol

6. Originally, she wore a mask (hence the no mouth.) Which is odd, because unlike most other Commedia Del’arte characters, the Pierrot didn’t use a mask, just whitening his face with make-up. But I also had this pretentious idea about how art should “speak for itself,” so I made her silent. But now I think it’s not a mask and her jaw just unhinges to show a goopy blackness like the Slenderman. :3c

7. July is my birthday month, so I think it’s really cool that I’m getting into clowns just in time for Clown Month. It feels like a well-timed birthday present from God. UwU

#clownsona #clown month 2023 #clown month 2023 day 1

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dialalagirl · 3 months ago

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Hi!! I’m not sure if you’re still doing matchups for the diaboys but I’ve always wanted to do one so here’s mine :)

Appearance: I’m on the shorter side, only 5 foot. I do ballet and so because of that I have more of a pear shaped body type, though I am on the much slimmer side since I only weight about 100 pounds (a small insecurity of mine haha). My face is heart shaped, with more angled features. I also don’t wear makeup often since I don’t like the way I look with it on (it gives me imposter syndrome). I have hazel eyes and medium length brown hair which is cut with layers and curtain bangs, which is usually loose or up in a claw clip.

As for clothes, I tend to stick to a baggy/relaxed style but when I do dress up it’s kind of all over the place since I love styling myself differently. Though I usually stick to a light academia mixed with coquette? I’m not sure how to explain it but I especially love wearing graphic baby tees and low rise flared jeans with a pair of converse I’ve worn to death. I especially love pairing my outfits with cute bags especially leather ones or tote bags.

Other appearance related things) I love my eyes ❤️, Especially my eyelashes (they’re so long and lustrous thanks to my mom’s genes). I also love wearing gold or silver jewelry. I’m just always wearing jewelry when I can, you can hear me from a mile away with all my bracelets rattling lol.

Personality: With people I’m not close with I tend to be more soft spoken and quiet but I actually yap a lot with people I’m close with. I especially love long conversations, even if I’m the only one talking. I am an introvert, even if I’m able to talk to people normally (I’m not necessarily shy), I just hate big crowds, parties, etc. I usually have no interest in making new friends unless I’m super interested in the person. I prefer keeping my social circle small. I tend to be blunt at times which can be interpreted as being mean, which is a personality trait I’m trying to work on since I’ve been trying my best to be a kind person as of late. My friends have described me as: empathetic, curious, loyal and honest, but especially oblivious. I’m super bad at reading social queues and whatnot…especially with flirting so I appreciate it when people are upfront with me. I hate people who are liars and who are stuck up, I think humility and honesty are two very important personality traits and I can’t tolerate people who are plain rude and egotistical.

My hobbies/interests: I love reading (Fave books are The Metamorphosis, The Brothers Karamazov and Heaven), drawing, watching movies (personal faves are Paprika, Perfect Blue, Blue Spring and Inglorious Basterds), dancing ballet, playing piano and guitar, writing (I have a penpal, and I journal / scrapbook), and I LOVE listening to music I especially listen to Jazz, alternative rock, and classical music. Which is a really weird combination of music genres…I know.

Other random stuff: I’m super awkward with physical affection and hate giving it unless it’s like the specific five people I’ve given mental permission to.

I’m an INTP and a scorpio, so do with that what you will (even though I don’t really believe in that stuff…)

My fave Diaboys are Shu 🤭🤭 and Yuma.

And finally, I felt I would just add this in but my fav places to be besides my room are art galleries, thrift stores, stationary shops and book stores.

bibbity bobbity boo, I grant thee the following diaboy for you: Subaru. pour quoi? because:

his favourite look of all time? au naturel. trust me when I say that your relaxed style gets him sweatin’

no need to be insecure about your petite built and stature ‘cause it’s got this this boi both terrified and ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) at the thought of breaking you. be prepared to have to replace a LOT of jewelry sets

his antisocial self meshes quite well with your introversion. your lack of shyness is surprising but pleasantly so, as he finds himself divulging more of himself with you without realizing

your honesty, humility, and distain for egotists slowly allows him to mellow out somewhat and start to trust you and possibly others again. he never understood how much a burden putting all his walls up and driving people away was until he met you. he cannot put a name to the relief he feels— all he knows is that he never wants to never let you go

your tendency to be oblivious (especially with regards to flirting) = teasing ammo AND an excuse for him to protecting your cute ass from all who would try to take advantage of it. perfect

this blushing mess relates so much to your awkwardness with physical affection and is the first to understand that it requires trust

he too is a Tarantino fan :))))

I feel Subaru is secretly an art nerd and would LOVE pursuing the galleries with you and stationary shops for cute stamps, though you bet that he will try his damnedest to deny it

Hope you are happy with your matchup~

#diabolik lovers #sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers matchup #bruhhhhhh #why are we so similar #XD

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localsamalicer · 8 months ago

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The “how do you draw” person is back. I meant like how did you develop your style and do you have any recommendations for beginner artists. THANK YOU

Ahh I see! I’m sorry I’m not a good teacher, I don’t know how I did most of it lol!

Consume a lot of art and artistic and inspirational media, even if you don’t draw a lot look at other people’s drawings (I have always been a fast artist who drew literally every day sometimes multiple times, but I know that’s not realistic and you can still improve without having to draw every day n don’t feel ashamed for not doing so)

Early on do your best to study big body types as well and small ones, learning both at the same time will help, and in my personal opinion I feel like learning how fat distribution works on fat bodies will make understanding flesh anatomy easier all around and then you can mentally ‘take away’ rather then try and learn how to ‘add on’ bigger fat deposits later down the line. Like all bodies doing figure drawings of bigger people will help with how people move so you may do less stiff posing

Disconnect from your art, don’t fuss over making it perfect is what everyone says, and I feel like that isn’t enough for most from what iv seen. Your art isn’t as much a reflection of you as you think in the ways you are trying to be a perfectionist over it most of the time. Your art isn’t a reflection of you in the sense of your anatomy feeling off or your eyes being different sizes. However, I don’t mean don’t feel a connection or pride or strong feelings for your art, that is the whole point of being a creative! To make art because you want to and are drawn to. Just it’s okay to turn off the critical eye to your slightly shakey lineart of all that’s going to do is make you hate a piece.

Draw to draw for yourself first and only (even for commissions, but there is an aspect of your client’s input being important) post it only if you really want to, don’t make art may to post, make bad art! Make art you don’t like! Make art you only like certain aspects about. Dont post ever piece apologizing for something about it being not up to your standard. There is an understanding and or sentiment that you should just suffer and let yourself hate it and yeah that’s okay but I think you should disconnect yourself further, not just “oh suck it up if you make bad art and hate it” even if you like it, I think there’s a healthy amount of disconnect you can have with all art you make

I can direct you to some people better explaining then me and teaching ^^ everyone’s learning differently but Duchess Celestia on YouTube is one of the first people I can think of who has a trove of videos about specific and broad aspects of art and learning, she’s great. Some others I watch are Pikat, Bluebiscuts, qrbits, Jackie Dorujiko, Ethan Becker, and other scattered videos about anatomy I can’t seem to find currently bc I watched them years ago 😅 generally just watch and look at as many artists you like as you can, everyone’s taste is diff so everyone will gravitate to diff artists and therefore be surrounded by different style inspo.

Other artists I watch mostly to put YouTube videos on on the bg while I’m draw for inspiration and company are Emma Artful, GinjaNinja0w0, ABD Illustrates, LavanderTowne, and Prickly Alpaca.

I don’t have many book recommendations other then Morph’s Fat and Skin Folds, there is a free compete digital scan on Archive.com that’s where I looked at it if you can’t buy a physical copy :)

I’m not a good teacher, I don’t have a clear path to look back on as I mostly just spent years unconsciously improving. Like yeah I was drawing all the time and I wanted to get better and I was looking at some guidance but I just drew for me 90% of the time. I still draw for me most of the time I don’t do as many studies as I should, just luckily for me I happen to really like drawing clothes and unclothed figures and hands so figure drawing, one of the most pushed improvement exercises, is just something I do haha.

I wish I could help more! 😞 I am honored you think I’m at a point where I can give good guidance, I do honestly wish I could do more. Bottom line draw for yourself, which I know that and a lot of advice I gave is already given around a lot but it is at least a little true for everyone’s journeys.

#aubsposts #asks #art advice #style development #not sure how to tag this #sorry I can’t help more #also sorry for late response I had this as a draft for a bit bc I wasn’t sure to how to articulate some things

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kittyyycakes · 8 months ago

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🎀 Agere Story Game! 🎀

Original by lilstorygames on IG! (I think anyways; their page is private so if I’m wrong let me know and I’ll update the credit!) (Blank at bottom of post)

*This is a long one so bear with me lol

Key (in case you have a hard time seeing the image):

🩷 - Yes!

🧡 - Sometimes/maybe!

🩵 - Want to!

❤️ - No thanks!

🩷 Use pacifiers: For sure! I know real 5-8 year olds don’t typically use pacis, but they’re comforting & help me get into little space (plus they’re super cute)!

🩷 Color/draw: I love drawing both in and out of little space so this is a must for me! Coloring also reminds me of my childhood <3 (Fun fact: my favorite Crayola color is Robin’s Egg Blue!)

🧡 Use a sippy cup: Kinda?? I tried a baby bottle once before and I didn’t like how hard I had to work to drink out of the nipple :0 Might just stick with straw cups

❤️ Wear a bib: I can be a bit of a messy eater sometimes (not just in little space haha), but I don’t really feel the need to wear one

🩵 Wear a onesie: I have a few bodysuits in my closet I could try & would definitely be open to trying a onesie with a cute pattern if I could find my size!

🩷 Cuddle with your stuffies: Of course! Having a soft friend to snuggle with is always nice, especially at bedtime (I also love to snuggle with my kitty cat when he sleeps with me <3)!!

🩵 Wear oversized clothes: I would looove to get some cute oversized shirts to wear! It’s a little tricky to find oversized clothing as a fat person though, especially ones with cutesy patterns

*I don’t consider fat a bad word btw!! I self ID as fat/chubby a lot & consider it a neutral descriptor. I really hate that it’s thought of as such a negative term, but you’re still valid if you’re not comfy using it!! I will probably use it here and there in my posts when talking about myself, so keep that in mind if you follow me & if it’s too triggering for you feel free to unfollow/block if you need <3

🩵 Play dress up: 100 percent! I haven’t tried dressing up in little space yet but I love trying on & imagining cute outfit combos so this would probably be fun! The only possible downside is that sometimes when I’m little (esp if I’m feeling anxious) it makes me uncomfortable to see my grown-up body in the mirror. Anyone else experience this?

🩷 Chew on teething toys: Yeah! I don’t have any actual baby/toddler teething toys but I love my chew necklace!

🩵 Play make believe: Haven’t tried it! I don’t know that I’d do much talking (so far I’ve been a pretty quiet little- some of this is because I live with other people) but I think it could be fun to pretend to be a chef or make potions or something like that! Might be more fun with another little though…

🩵 Play with toys: Another one I haven’t tried! When I was a kid I played with toys a lot though (Littlest Pet Shop, Zoobles, My Little Pony G3, early Monster High, etc. [I wish I had kept my MLP dolls 😭]) and it could be really fulfilling to play again! (Once again this might be more fun with another little)

🩵 Cuddle with your S/O: I’m not in a relationship right now but when I am I’m hugeeeee on cuddling (Perhaps even cuddling’s #1 fan hehe)!!

🩷 Watch cartoons/movies: Absolutely! I’ve always really loved cartoons & watching lighthearted shows/movies (esp from my childhood) are sooo comforting :3 (I watched Bluey for the first time yesterday and really liked it!)

❤️ Wear a diaper: I don’t think wearing one would be physically comfortable for me- I’d rather just use the restroom (If you use diapers you’re valid though!! You’re not dirty or f*tishizing children for needing/wanting them, just remember to practice good hygiene afterward or ask your CG for help if they’re comfortable with it!)

🩷 Go on Tumblr: Yes! I definitely wanna make sure my little space experience isn’t reliant on the Internet (esp since it can be a scary/triggering place for littles) but I love looking at all the fun mood & stimboards and reading about other little’s experiences!

🩵 Have tea parties with stuffies: Never tried it! I think it might feel a little awkward or embarrassing at first since I’m not used to it (same with toys and playing pretend) but it’d be worth a shot!

🩷 Nom baby foods/snacks: Definitely! I haven’t tried baby snacks before but I love to put together little snack plates (It’s extra fun when I use kid plates- I have a bunch of fun plates from my childhood! [My fave is my pink bug plate])! I feel like it’s also encouraged me to eat more fruits and veggies since stuff like carrot sticks and strawberries work so well as finger foods :3

🩷 Have nap time/sleepy time: Yep! I think being little/having a kid-like bedtime routine has helped me fall asleep faster & relieve nighttime anxiety!

❤️ Suck your thumb: Personally I prefer my paci or chew necklace. I imagine it wouldn’t taste very good + you’ll have to deal with a wet wrinkly thumb afterwards >.< (Once again, you’re valid if you do!! Just make sure to wash your hands really good first so you don’t get sick <3)

🩵 Have a caregiver: I would really like to try and find a CG! In practice I could see myself being too embarrassed to fully lean into little space around someone (at least at first). I don’t think I would be super comfortable having an online only CG so I would have to meet someone irl (it sounds scary to be that open about agere/agedre tho!!). I also think I would have to be dating my CG for me to be fully comfortable (mostly because I don’t like to cuddle in platonic-only relationships)!

🩵 Take bubble baths: I haven’t taken a bubble bath in little space yet but I love taking them as big me! Usually I’ll light a candle, drop in some epsom salts and a bath bomb and listen to music! I also have some bubble bath mix to try out soon & may try and find a few bath friends to join me (this is another activity where seeing/being in my adult body might be a little uncomfortable though)

What are your favorites from this list?

Thanks for reading & I hope you have a great day!!

- Clover ☘️

^Robin’s Egg Blue my beloved

^Blank template! Once again credit to lilstorygames on IG

#age regression #sfw agere #agere community #agere blog #age dreaming #sfw agedre #agedre community #agedre blog #story games

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missbeautyandherbeast · 10 months ago

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Hello! How are you doing? I just wanted to ask, are you still active and able to do Match-Ups? If so, here’s everything about me!

My name is Aylin (It means moon halo! 🌙) I’m 19 years old. (Yet, I have the mind of a thirteen year old.) My zodiac sign is Capricorn but I’m also a cusp of Capricorn and Aquarius according to Google. I’m not a Harry Potter fan but my house would probably be RavenClaw or Slytherin or possibly even both. I’m straight and polyamorous. I’m an Ambivert! My favorite movie genres are Action and Comedy. Bonus if the movie/show includes both lol. My favorite music genres are 2000’s Pop, 2000’s Electric Pop, Rock, and jazz!! My aesthetics are Y2K and Girly Girl!

Personality:

So, um, I’m pretty stubborn lol. I’m also very crazy and chaotic. I’m VERY creative. (I’ve written hella crazy stories on Wattpad. My friends are now questioning whether or not I actually need a therapist from how unhinged I am or not because what I write is considered “Iconic” to them XD.) My friends say that I’m funny and to be honest, I sometimes even laugh at my own jokes and/or stories.

I’m a hopeless romantic. (I’m lonely and just need the bf of my dreams. 😭🙏) I’m an absolute crybaby when I’m feeling very stressed out and overwhelmed. I just snap. (In fact, when I was a kid, I would get yelled at and grounded for it. Thank you so much, dad!! 😃)

I also LOVEE animals!!!!! 😍💕💗✨ I would literally die protecting an animal, that’s how much I love them. They give me hope, they make me happy, I basically consider them my siblings. (I’m an only child :’).)

I can be pretty mean sometimes, but it’s not my fault that some people can be just TOTALLY unbearable. 🙄🤦‍♀️ I’m also pretty bratty at times, either because I feel like it or that person just really pisses me off. I’m really, REALLY sassy. My middle school friends could confirm that. I’m also brutally honest, at least that’s what my friends said back in middle school.

I’m VERY caring and overprotective and loyal to those that I REALLY care about and love. Seriously, I would DIE protecting them.

I KINDA have trust issues, there’s just a lot of toxic and bad people in the world, it’s almost impossible to let your guard down. Being naive got me nowhere but just sad days of crying my heart out.

Likes:

I used to like drawing but I barley have any motivation at all now. I don’t know if I’ll ever go back at it. It’s just a lot of hard work and it gets pretty frustrating at times when you make a small or big mistake.

As I mentioned about my crazy stories on Wattpad, I LOVEE writing!! When I was a kid, my parents used to say that I would make a really good writer because of my creativity in English assignments lol.

I love shopping! Especially with my friends, it just makes it a lot more fun and exciting. I really enjoy hanging out with my friends and talking to them instead of through a screen.

I really enjoy listening to music! 2000’s Pop music just makes me feel really good and happy. Music nowadays is just kinda…- No.

For some reason, I just really love waking up early and taking a walk outside. I just really admire how beautiful and stunning the early mornings look like.

Like the turtles, I LOVEE pizza! It just tastes so good!! It’s my most favorite food ever!

Mint ice cream is UNDERRATED. I don’t care about what people say about it tasting like toothpaste, they’re being over dramatic, it tastes SOO good!!

Dislikes:

I just HATE it when people wear clothes that don’t even match at all!! Like, what confidence of yours made you wear THAT bizarre mess in public?!?! It just annoys me so much. Not only get a new brain but get a new and better fashion style.

I absolutely hate and cringe at rap music. The only rapper that I make an exception of is Eminem. But other than that, it’s just- NO, NO, NO. I swear, all they ever say in those cringey songs is the N word and then they start talking about butts and stupid stuff like that. Maybe, you lowlife’s can actually learn to start making some REAL music instead.

Another thing that I dislike is when people blame me for something that I DIDN’T DO or I DIDN’T START. Do they not know that there are always two sides to a story? I remember back in Kindergarten when these two little roach girls used to bully me and mock me, following me wherever I go in the playground. They were SO ANNOYING. So, I started attacking one of them because of how sick and tired I was of them and guess what? I GOT DRAGGED BY MY WRIST BY MY TEACHER TO THE STUPID PRINCIPALS OFFICE. That memory still angers me ‘till this day.

As I mentioned about me loving animals with my life, I HATE, HATE, HATE animal @buse or any type of @buse for that matter really. @buse in general is just disgusting and unnecessary. People seriously have sick and twisted minds to think that @buse is “Okay”. ITS NOT!!! It seriously needs to stop.

My father. 🤓

I really dislike pickles, ketchup, mustard, papaya, steak/beef, bacon, any cheese other than mozzarella, poptarts (They tastes SOOO fake, I’m really sorry, Donnie.😭✋) and many other things that I can’t seem to remember lol. They just gross me out SOO much, I don’t understand how people like them.

My Body (If you don’t feel comfortable doing this section, just ignore it.):

I have VERY dark brown hair that can look black depending on the lighting and dark brown eyes (They look better and prettier when the sun hits them. 😩) I think I have a heart-shaped facial structure. I have the almond eye-type. I have a cupids bow lip. (I was actually kinda insecure about my lip when I was a teen, but now knowing that only 5% of people have my lip type made that insecurity go away!) I have fair skin as my skin color. I have “strong” nails that break, making them look ugly and unpleasant. Always annoys me so much. I do pretty simple makeup, multi-color eyeshadow makes me look ugly for some reason and I absolutely hate it.

I’m an hourglass (Yet, I hate my body with a passion.) I have stretch marks on my hips and thighs that I’m really insecure about. I also have cellulite but basically everyone has that since it’s just how your skin looks like when you squeeze it. (At least that’s what I think lol.) I also have a butterfly tattoo on the hip of my lower back.

Anyways, that’s all about me! Thank you so much for taking the time of your day to read this and give me my match-up!! (If you did.) I hope everyone reading this has an amazing and wonderful day!!! ❤️❤️❤️

♡♡♡♡♡♡

*stumbles in late*

*uncovers laptop from moving boxes*

*sets up and takes a breath*

Apparently I am still doing match-ups because here we are. BUT BEFORE THAT REALLY QUICK IT'S BEEN A WHILE HI GUYS

so... I moved across the country... from Florida to a place where NYC is at my fingertips... so that REALLY hyped my hyperfixation for my boys. Lemme tell you when I started this blog I NEVER thought I'd be this close to the city.

Anyway, hey babes that was a TON of information but kudos to writing it all down bc I could never

But Honestly, I'm gonna go with you and Mikey here!

Hear me all the way out:

Pick any version of Mikey and you guys would vibe

You've both got a creative streak and a general overall tender heart that I think would work really well together

You know this dude has seen the end of Wattpad trying to find his favorite ships (and maybe even a few about him and his true love, hoping one day it might come true)

I really think he would be someone who could understand your trust issues, and even help you through it (and while I'm on the subject on a real note: there's a difference from naive and kind. you can still be kind and open, but know there are boundaries that you should have to keep yourself safe and in a place mentally and emotionally and away from toxic people bc girl TRUST ME I'VE BEEN THERE)

Okay, so Mikey is one of those guys who would try gross foods because it's there, so you'd never have to worry about not liking something because he would eat it without a second thought

(I think it would be SO FUNNY if the one thing he didn't like was mint chocolate chip ice cream and that's the ONE thing you two can't agree on)

("I've seen you eat ten day old pizza from the floor" "And I'd do it again if I never had to eat that monstrosity of cold toothpaste")

Of course he's protective of you and your heart and doesn't want to break it, and he has some of the highest emotional maturity of the brothers and I think it would really help you guys as a couple, but also just help over all with growing up as a young adult (BECAUSE IT'S ROUGH OUT HERE SHAWTY)

You guys would do so well together

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