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back to the fandom... I guess?
Hey there! I don't even know who is out there anymore as It's been YEARS since I was active on here lol
Anyways, to everyone reading this: I hope you've had a nice holiday!
I had some off-time and decided it would be a great idea to rewatch THG...what I wasn't expecting was me being hit by ALL THE FEELS all over again
Which brought me here...once again:D I spent literally EVERY day on here during the golden THG/ Joshifer days and can't believe I´m back SO MANY YEARS LATER and I guess the majority of the people have left the fandom but it feels damn good to be back!
THATS ALL.
I'll end this post with some THG and Joshifer now because I miss them so much. Bye
#TheHungerGames#the hungergames#THG#joshifer#fandom#jennifer lawrence#Josh Hutcherson#everlark#i miss them#like#I never fully let go of them#and I always had an eye on updates and stuff#and#FREAKED OUT ABOUT THE NEWS OF A NEW MOVIE COMING#but it wasn't as bad as it used to be lol#and now#i don't know what's gotten into me#i´m down the rabbit hole all over again
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I'm very much not normal about loki and mobius right now
#the way I fully expected the show to just have them act like good ol' buddies#but instead they gave us extremely touchy mobius like that man couldn't let him go for a second#then LOKI ALMOST CONFESSING APPARENTLY???#Mobius not caring about getting his skin ripped off cos all the cares about is his loki being alright#AND THEN THEM FALLING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER??#And no mention of the selfcest kiss either and showing how sylvie just wants a normal little life????#Feels like they're pretending that romance never happened and I'm hoping it stays that way#Anyways I'm so not okay right now like homy shit#This is either the greatest romance ever or another horrible queerbait added to the list#Loki#Loki season 2#Loki season 2 spoilers#Lokius#Loki spoilers
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Prompt 209
Now Jason was planning on, well, a lot of things, when he came back to Gotham. He had a lot of plans, several of which had to do with the old man and even more that had to do with cleaning up Crime Alley, making it safer and all that.
What he was not planning on was to find some sort of lab in the basement of where he was planning on setting up a safehouse. Nor was he planning on finding several literal children in cages inside said lab. Oh and Lazarus Waters- but children! With muzzles! Being experimented on!
Now he’d like to say he had a plan in what happened next, but if he’s honest everything had gone Green and he didn’t remember what happened next, only that he’s back home with said children and covered in blood. Oh and everything smells of smoke.
… And apparently there’s more of these things dotted around Crime Alley with the rest of these kids, er, siblings? Family? Fright does mean family? Okay kids, he’s not turning into Bruce but you can stay here while he deals with this… however long that takes.
He better not be turning into Bruce he swears-
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Liminal Class#Ghosts are Dragons#Halfa Jason Todd#Not that he knows that#The kids are sticking with him because he registers as Safe#And look they WERE teens but they’re not anymore and they’re TINY and in an UNKNOWN space with only like half their memories#They’re taking what they can get#Jason is very concerned the first time he witnesses them going partially dragon (even if they can’t do a full transformation yet)#He is freaking out way more when he Does fully transform in one of the later labs with no warning thx to one of the scientists shooting#something at him#Now the Bats are scrambling to find out about Hood because this no longer looks like crime lord bullshit#and more like a non-human entity whose offspring has been stolen and is attacking to get them back#Well from what can be seen from the Ecto spikes messing with tech#Jason has no clue how he ended up taking care of 13+ (why do you have so many shadow clones Kwan) children#Jason: Oh god my hoard is children I can never let anyone know#His Merry Men: Okay this is the safest person to leave our kids with and work for he would very much kill for any child#New Goon: Okay but are we gonna talk about the-#Merry Men: No we don't talk about the fact that he turns into a giant dragon and if anyone asks No He Doesn't
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happy new year : )
#i say breaking the both of them over my knee#first art of the year n i even made myself fully colour it for once wow!!#be gentle w me i never colour or render anymore#trigun#trigun stampede#tristamp#trigun maximum#trimax#millions knives#vash the stampede#one of the many twt art requests im working on lets go w the art brainrot
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I miss u fnaf fandom I miss people having new interesting stuff to talk about like we did with SB and ruin and a large alive fanart and fanfic community and not ok this game had no comprehensible plot and this games plot was already revealed 2 years ago and its still like 6 months or more until it comes out
#sorry feeling sad about fnaf today 😔#its just like. as someone who was there the day sb dropped how did we get here to this point#went from bucketloads of potential with an engaging new era to boring#never letting any of the interesting main storylines appear on screen for years and years#like man#i thought the in between era with hw2 and the next game that was unknown at the time was the worst era#like the mains and the plot will come back eventually but its been 3 years borderline#the bonnie bully cassies dad tales books to game instead of the other way around 2 releases fully about the mimic stuff is just like#very disheartening#pandas.txt#discourse#went from exciting potential to ok so they just arent going to talk about anything ever again#ggy hints and hw2 candy cadet stories are the only things keeping me going#if they didnt exist id prob be actively giving up on them ever bringing 3 star back#& im not trying to say that bc i like 3 star & they havent been focused on everything is bad#they havent focused or done anything cool with VANNY gregory vanessa freddy ggy any of it#instead random shit like hw2 cassies dad mapbot death possession bonnie bully#like somehow theyve made everything about nothing + the mimic#plz announce the release before the end of the year already bc depending on what it is ill feel so much better#if we get hw2 dlc and it reveals if its about cassie vanny or cassies dad things will change so much
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can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.
#mind you idt the writers will ever have the guts to go for this pair or anything and i'm perfectly okay with the maximus/lucy romance#but still. they tried to give us the wholesome love story between two cuties with a killer side#and the fandom went ~mmmh we kinda want for that girl and the noseless radioactive ghoul to fuck nasty actually#shhdhdhf i'm sorry but this was so predictable to me. conosco i miei polli#also. i don't fully understand those who see it as a father/daughter thing? just because it worked on tlos#doesn't mean we need the same kind of dynamic here#1. despite him being an actual father (or at least. he was 200+ years ago) i've never seen a less paternal character than the ghoul lmao#2. lucy is an adult woman. young but in her mid twenties i guess? cooper had (and maybe still has) a daughter but the kid was like. 6 or 7?#lucy doesn't need a daddy she's a grown up. stop infantilizing women all the freaking time#let them be fully equals!! let them be bickering road trip companions/a killer squad/tentative allies who eventually form a real bond#i SWEAR if the writers go full parent/child bs with them in s2 because they're more popular#(at least on ao3. i don't expect the same level of insanity from the general audience)#than the canon ship i'll riot. idt they will but still#..... maybe they should go for a hot max/lucy/coop polycule instead. that would be interesting lmao#vaultghoul#fallout#val rambles in the tags#val speaks#txt
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hater has disturbing reoccurring dreams about wander crawling inside his ribcage that always have him waking up in a cold sweat [they just feel too real and hater can’t place why]. wander has reoccurring dreams of hater ceremoniously destroying him with the Disaster Blaster and it’s the one dream he doesn’t eagerly blab to sylvia about because he doesn’t know how to tell her that it never feels like a nightmare. soooo is anyone else sick in the head or is it just me
#wander over yonder#woy#im having a lot of thoughts about their dynamic#it’s weird bc. i don’t necessarily see them as making for a good ship [RAISES HANDS DEFENSIVELY] and let me explain!#i haven’t quite finished the show yet but like. while they definitely have the potential for yaoi. i cannot imagine what it would look like#for hater to actually… reform and reach a healthy balance in his life. it would be AWESOME to see#but i just… he has so far to go and it feels like while wander could be the catalyst for change within hater. he couldn’t feasibly Fix him#does that make any sense??#either way i Do enjoy the ship! i just feel like it’s very important to point out that there is no canon scenario where it’s not toxic#at least not within the immediate future. yafeel#anyhoooooo#gear diary#wander#lord hater#ALSO to elaborate on my actual post: it’s worth mentioning that hater was unconscious for the rib cage thing#and i think by the time he finally perked up. it’s safe to say that he never fully processed what wander had done#at least from what i remember#as for wander. obviously he doesn’t Want to die. but The Big Day was hugely important to him#as his singular mutually happy memory between him and hater. and by the end of it all#he was fully prepared to just…. let hater fire. if he thought it could make hater happy.#do y’all ever think about that because i do 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
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TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153
#✧* ꜝ takiishi chika#𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓴𝓲#TAKIISHI CHIKA I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU#I WANT TO BITE YOU / EAT YOU / KISS YOU / CONSUME YOU / DEVOUR YOU / CLAIM YOU / DO EVERYTHING TO YOU#SWEETHEART LOVE DARLING HONEY ANGEL SWEETIE BOO DEAREST SUNSHINE CUPCAKE GEM PRECIOUS GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL BELOVED CHARMING MY EVERYTHING ADO#SOULMATE TREASURE MY LOVE ENCHANTING LOVELY HEARTBEAT ANGEL FACE CUDDLE BUG SWEET PEA SPARK BUTTERCUP FIREFLY DREAMBOAT BUTTERFLY STARSHINE#SWEETS POOKIE SNUGGLE MUFFIN DARLINGHEART STARLIGHT MOONBEAM CUPID SWEETY PIE FLOWER DAZZLE BELOVED ANGEL POOH BEAR SUNKISS HARMONY SWEET C#TAKIISHI CHIKA DON'T MAKE ME GO EVEN MORE INSANE / BOY YOU DRIVE ME TO THE EDGE AND I WILL DIVE IN FULLY LET ME DROWN#I HATE YOU CHIKA I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME OBSESSED WITH YOU I WILL NEVER GET A REAL BF LIKE THAT#PLEASE BE REAL AND LET ME LOVE YOU AND BE YOUR COOL GF I CAN KICK ASS TOO IM SO GOOD AT FIGHTING#I CAN TWIST HANDS I CAN KICK HIGH WE WILL BE SO HOT TOGETHER#i mean we are alr together in my silly little brain#GUYS PLEASE IM NOT WEIRD IF I CANT HAVE A REAL BOY TO OBSESS AND LOVE / I HAVE TO COPE SMH PLEASUE UNDERSTAND THIS#I MEAN MY MAN IS THE BEST ISN'T HE HMM#kichi / takikishi forever#F O R E V E R#MONSTER MY BABY IS A MONSTER#IM IN LOVE WITH A MONSTER#EXPECT SO MANY CHIKA CONTENT AS USUAL#YOUR CHEEKS I WILL EAT THEM AND KISS THEM AND BITE THEM#takiishi#takiishi x reader#takiishi chika
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HI your vannimarco art fills my soul with joy <3 pls never stop
AAARGH happy to hear that ❤️❤️❤️ Thinking about them does the same to me 🥺❤️ there, dropped all my prior wips just to make this for u
#vanimarco#vannimarco#vanus galerion#mannimarco#tes#i promise im not lazy...the first one just didnt look right fully shaded#had to go back and delete all my progress...#also i cringe everytime i have to put words in my drawings...i could never be a graphic designer i swear#but yeah...get them#Marco showing a bit more of his real personality - he's a manipulator after all#he's also lying his ass but that's more of an headcanon on Altmeri beauty standards and aristocracy so let's leave it at that#doodles#ask
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hibike! euphonium (2015-2024) // i wish i could stop thinking about mr. brightside - james frankie thomas
#hibike! euphonium#hibike#sound! euphonium#james frankie thomas#kumirei#wrapping up hibike summer with one last web weaving#can anyone hear me.#anyway. the appeal/torment of queerbaiting is being So Close but never quite being able to fully grasp it#kumiko's repression is multi layered and we will never get a satisfactory ending to kumirei#whether because takeda vetoed it or because the networks vetoed it or because that just wasn't the story kyoani wanted to end hibike with#but that is also why i will never fully let go of them#natsuki's terrible disco pants
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stoic illiterate unwilling assassin deeply in love with unfailingly kind rich sad gay man almost stabs his crush's brother because the brother cares so much and so genuinely for the gay man that he searched assassin's room out of worry and found knives and a mysterious letter before being interrupted by the assassin who then does not want to show him the letter which seems incredibly suspicious, only for a later scene (after the gay man interrupts them and thus stops any escalation from happening) to quietly reveal that the very sus letter in possession of this illiterate assassin is not in fact a sign he's lying about being illiterate.... it's just two pages of him practicing the gay man's name over and over in neatly spaced lines...... a reveal which he was going to STAB a man over because he doesn't know that the gay man's brother knows the man is gay and loves him with his whole heart and would never ever do anything to hurt him........ i will never get over this, how could i ever get over this, everything else ever is going to be downhill from here
#yeah HI. if you are WONDERING. i am still being absolutely destroyed. utterly torn to pieces. smashed into a million happy little bits. by#to sir with love#it's not even the romance. though the romance is excellent and only getting better (and also hilarious. THE CHONBURI SCENES???)#but the siblings!!!! these brothers!!!!! everything in the world is trying to turn them against each other and every time i hold my breath#and every time!! without fail!!!! without hesitation even!!!!!! they go no. i love him and i trust him and he would never hurt me or i him.#and i CANNOT TELL YOU. how hard that's fucking me up. in the best of ways#it would be SO easy in a hiiiigh drama messy family show like this to go the easy route and just have the two sides of the family#actually fully at war with each other. or to have one of these brothers betray the other / let some misunderstanding fester#and 🤞🤞🤞 because i still have a good deal of show to go but so far. oh my goddddd. they choose each other. they choose each other always#anyway. if anyone reads this and is looking for some very high quality actually good soap melodrama. to sir with love is free on youtube
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something something jack and davey both thinking they were acts of service love language types because they were both so deeply insecure in themselves that they needed to feel useful to feel loved. and something something both of them finding for the first time with each other that they don't need to provide utility to be loved. and something something this spilling out into the rest of their lives as they make each other better and push each other to grow.
#it's slow and it's painful and it's rough going sometimes#jack realizing that as much as he loves his friends and he loves them with everything he is he's never fully trusted that they love him too#and reconciling how much he trusts them in everything else with how little he let himself trust their affection for him#hurts. and is hard.#and for davey realizing that maybe he hasn't been the good nice perfect son he's always tried to be#because he loves doing it#but because he feels like he /has/ to be that anchor for them so there's somebody doing it#that he /has/ to serve a function in the family or else what's the point of being in a family?#reconciling the genuine love he has for his parents and siblings with the resentment he's successfully ignored for so long#realizing that he's never felt like he /could/ fully be himself because what if it made the people he loves look bad?#that hurts and is not fun and is not easy#but both of them settle into each other and the knowledge that as they untangle these complicated emotions and what to do about them#jack knows he loves davey regardless and davey knows he loves jack regardless#and they trust the other means it when they say it#and so as hard as it is and as much as it sucks and as painful as each new realization is#they knows they have somebody to come home to who doesn't care how messy it all is and will truthfully say I love you anyway#newsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs#javid#javey
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control - eden the hunter x defiant!pc
18+ only | request fill for 🕸 anon
summary: you've been spending a lot of time at the new university. when you get back home to the cabin, you surprise eden with a gift.
includes: sub!eden, sex pollen, pegging, mentions of past sexual abuse, blood, older pc
"that shortcut isn't safe at this time of the year," the hunter said as he rubbed the healing salve onto your fingertips. you winced, the cut that adorned your hand burning as the ointment seeped into it. the ledge you would usually scale to get to the cabin had been slick with tufts of moss, causing you to lose your grip and slip. as you fell, you grabbed onto a stray vine to steady yourself, pain flaring from your palm as its thorns sliced into your skin.
"i figured," you said. a pair of stormy eyes flicked to you, unamused.
"you were careless." eden took a length of gauze and wrapped it around your hand. although he was gentle, the pressure around the cut on your palm still made you hiss. "what would have happened if something out there had smelled the blood on you?"
your eyes fell onto the rifle resting atop the dining table. the hunter had been cleaning it when you stumbled in, all bloody and sweaty and exhausted.
"then you would have taken care of it."
eden scoffed, securing the dressing with a practiced ease. "i've spoiled you, haven't i?"
"have you?" although you were more than capable of protecting yourself, the hunter was no stranger to threatening those who would harm you while you traversed through the forest.
when you looked at him, his eyes were chips of flint. “say that again.”
you inhaled, trying to calm yourself.
the hearth made his skin glow warmly, the firelight dancing on his features. his hair had grown longer, his beard more unruly. this time, due to the storms, you had been gone for more than a week. a flash flood could have swept you away as you crossed the river, lightning could have sliced through a tree as you passed below its boughs. a frightened animal could have confronted you as it made its escape. how could he not worry? how could he not want to make sure that you were okay?
but you were no fragile thing. years of hard labor had woven corded muscle into your limbs and months of training had made you more than lethal. you could take care of yourself. he had made sure of it.
"i'm alright," you said, trying your best to assure him. you came back and you were alive. that was more than good enough. "okay?"
after a moment, the hunter's eyes softened. "i missed you," he breathed, taking your other wrist in his hand. he pressed his lips to the tip of each bandaged finger, kissing each one gently. despite the gauze, his mouth was warm, the puff of his breath tickling the underside of your wrist.
once he released you, you brought your uninjured hand to cup his face. stubble scratched at your palm as you traced the old scars that ran across his jaw. one of them, still silvery in the firelight, you had carved into his face years ago. you could still remember the taste of copper in your mouth when he kissed you, the blood hot as it wet your lips.
he made a sound at your touch, one quiet and full of need, and you found yourself filled with desire. here he was, your hunter, kneeling before you as you sat on the couch. eden had never been one to go into detail about how much he wanted you, but you could tell from his expression that the past week had been difficult for him. his eyes betrayed his usual stoicism: this time, he had been afraid you weren’t going to come back.
how cute. hunger coiled in you tight, and you slipped your thumb between his parted lips.
a gasp. then warmth. a tongue swiped across the pad of your finger, hot and wet. his eyes flicked open, those twin storms brewing with confusion and desire, before he pulled away abruptly, leaving a string of saliva connecting you to him.
"what," eden started, not knowing how to process what had just happened. a stripe of red flared across his cheeks.
but you only smiled as you licked the pad of your thumb, the hunger coiling tighter and tighter. you were a snake wrapping around its prey, the coolness of your scales sliding along the warmth of its skin. your hunter was always so beautiful, but there was something about that moment of softness, that vulnerability, that made you want to see more of it.
"you really did miss me," you said, your eyes never leaving his as your lips closed over your finger to taste him. "didn't you?"
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later that night, eden stood in front of the bathroom sink, sweat slicking his skin. outside, the wind howled as rain streamed down the window. he couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about your finger in his mouth and the look in your eyes as you watched him lick at it.
it had been a brief moment, nothing more than a few fleeting seconds, but he could still remember the taste of you.
eden inhaled. at that moment, you were fast asleep in bed, curled up in a nest of blankets to keep you from straining your hand.
at first, he had wanted a companion: someone to warm his bed, cook his meals, do as they were told. what he didn’t expect was you questioning his rules, pushing against his boundaries. one time, you took a knife to his jaw, raking the blade across his skin like a trail of fire. he slapped the knife from your grip and pinned you to the wall, growling that he wasn’t someone who could be threatened like that.
a few years ago, he would have taken you right then and there, injury be damned.
now that you were taking classes, getting back to the cabin on time was more difficult for you. there were courses for you to take, projects to finish, and papers to write. when you had applied for the university, he had been bitter about your decision for days. what did you need from the town that you couldn’t get here? why did you want more reasons to be away?
in retaliation, eden would wake you on the mornings he knew you’d have class by pulling your underwear to the side and slipping inside you. the hunter’s size was formidable, so it never took you very long to gasp and open your eyes to the clock you kept by your bedside.
“h-hey,” you started, your thighs trembling despite your annoyance. before you could continue, he’d slide in deeper, making you claw at the sheets with a soft whine.
“you’ll be late by the time we’re finished,” he murmured, licking a line up your neck as you clenched down on his cock. after all these years, the hunter knew many ways to keep you within his grasp. “and you have everything you need here.”
the clock ticked, its hands inching closer and closer to the start of your class with each moment that passed.
“stay.” he circled your clit with his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge with every thrust. “do you really have to leave?”
before he found you, there was only the quiet of the cabin to keep him company. the rustle of the leaves scratching against the windows and the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth could not compare to the softness of your skin or the sound of your laugh filling the air. despite the fact that you were the one who had spent time in chains, eden could not help but feel confined by his loneliness whenever you were away.
but you didn’t have to leave this time. he could make you feel good. he could remind you that you were meant to be here. he could make you stay.
“eden.” with a grunt, you snapped your hips into his, taking all of him in. the sudden motion made him gasp as he spilled into you, filling you with his warmth as you came with him.
a few moments passed before you sat up and started slipping on your clothes. by the set of your shoulders, he could tell that you were upset at him for delaying you once again. the walk through the forest would take a considerable amount of time and you still had to catch a bus to the university.
when he called your name, you didn’t answer. minutes later, your steps faded. a chill rushed into the cabin and the front door closed, leaving him with only the silence for company.
all of that had happened a little more than a week ago. now, his knuckles were pale as he gripped the rim of the bathroom sink.
after so long, you were finally back. if you had stayed away a day longer, he would have walked to the university to wander the campus in search of you. despite the years you had spent with each other, a part of him was sure that someday you would leave the forest and never come back.
eden shook his head. he thought of your thumb against his tongue, the wet heat of it probing his teeth. it felt assuring that even after everything, you still wanted him.
the hunter slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, sliding them along the warmth of his inner lip. his other hand found his cock, aching against his trousers. eden panted, desire curling in his core as he tried his best not to moan aloud.
still, a low groan escaped his lips. he was close. so fucking close. and as he came, he thought of the hunger in your eyes and how in that moment, he had wanted to feed it.
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a box of ammunition. rope. a new whetstone. gauze.
the next morning, eden set each item down onto the dining table methodically, silently appraising each item as he slipped it out of your duffel bag.
after a few hours of rest and the cuts and scrapes from your journey back aside, you felt much better than you did the previous evening. you sipped some lemon balm tea, watching your hunter sort through the items.
the university had taken a lot from the time you would usually spend together, but you still tried your best to make sure that eden was taken care of. over the years, the town had gotten busier after the campus opened, welcoming new students from the surrounding areas who would occasionally strap on a backpack to trek through the forest. often, they’d run the supply store out of the usual items you’d purchase. this wasn’t an ideal situation for someone as secluded as eden, so you did what you could to make sure he had what he needed.
a pack of mason jar lids. gun oil. vegetable seeds.
"looks like the store was stocked well this week," he remarked, setting down the packs of seeds with a quiet rattle. you imagined the sprouts they’d become, bright green tendrils pushing forth from the earth. “we’ll plant these once the frost ends.”
although attending college was rather expensive, your botany courses had enhanced your time spent at the cabin. after a few months, you had made a natural irrigation system for the vegetable plots, created a compost pile, and even had a small seed archive categorized by their best growing season. around the cabin itself were sketchbooks filled with illustrations of the different herbs, mushrooms, and berries that could be found within the forest.
years ago, you couldn't imagine that you would stop catching fights in the streets. now, your life was devoted to the changing of the seasons, to bountiful harvests, and handfuls of seeds.
antibiotics. cheesecloth. sewing needles. a—
"this is from that temple boy's shop." eden held up a large velvet bag, which was plain save for a pink heart embroidered onto the deep purple cloth.
whenever you needed cash, you would offer to help sydney run his mother’s adult store. it was an easy enough job and both sydney and sirris treated you well. occasionally, they’d send you off with something new to try to express their gratitude for your assistance.
“you’ve been eyeing this one for a while,” sirris said, pulling the box from the shelf. you blushed, embarrassed that you had made your interest so obvious. its length was enticing, the construction of the curves alluring. “take it home. i’m sure the customers would appreciate a review.”
when eden pulled the item out of the bag, his eyes snapped to yours.
"what," he said flatly, examining the package's text that claimed the dildo was realistic, sure to please, a fan favorite. "am i not enough for you?"
you laughed. eden had enjoyed the array of lacy outfits from the shop, binding you in silk rope, the samples of lube that were stored in his nightstand. what was one more new thing?
"relax," you said, taking the bag and upending it. a leather harness, sleek with silver rivets, thudded onto the table. "it's for you."
in all honesty, you couldn’t be more excited. eden was an insatiable lover, fierce and enthusiastic. while the sex was exciting, there was a part of you that wanted to unravel him, to savor him. you would do it slowly, carefully, so that once he was properly plied with your gentleness, you would sink your teeth into his tender flesh and make his eyes glaze in ecstasy.
the hunter inhaled, stiffening as he pushed himself from the table with a wooden creak. he shrugged on his hunting coat.
"i should go," he said, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. "there's a herd i've been following."
"hey." you dropped the bag, concern lacing your voice. the last time you had seen him tense like that was when you had asked what life had been like for him before. "are you alright?"
when he glanced at you, you swore you saw fear flash in his eyes. "we'll talk later."
before you could say anything else, he was out the door.
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there had been a time in his life in which he had been stripped of his sense of control: the caretaker of the orphanage, with her sweet smile that never quite reached her eyes, would take him by the hand and tell him that if he couldn’t pay her fee, then he’d just have to make it up to her another way.
“you could do that, can’t you?” she’d say, lacing her fingers sweetly. the scent of her perfume was always so syrupy, like the rot that followed after the rain.
that other way involved eden getting dragged to the fighting pit in the middle of the night, his nose bloody from punching the thug who threw him out of his own bed.
years later, eden would learn that he had never been meant to fulfill the caretaker’s payments. he was the perfect choice to be her champion. out of everyone at the orphanage, eden was the biggest and the strongest. as far as she could tell, there was no one more ideal to be bruised and battered for cash.
but what was special about him had nothing to do with his strength or size: he was smart. in that reeking pit, which was nothing more than an abandoned pool surrounded by a raucous mix of the town's underground and elite, he would circle his opponents waiting for them to make the first move. if they charged at him, he would dodge. if they struck at him, he would catch their wrist and twist their bodies to meet the hard, mildewed tile below. losing meant getting hauled screaming into the unknown to horrors that made the pit look like child's play. winning was the only option he had, so it was what he did.
but the thing about winning was that he had never been the winner. not truly.
eden was beautiful, all muscles glistening with blood and sweat, his gray eyes hollow as he surveyed the crowd that cheered in adoration for him. on that first night, after the final round, the last thing he remembered was getting wiped down with an icy towel as he was met with praise for his achievement. at some point, someone clapped his shoulder and gave him a drink, ice clinking against the glass. it had tasted sweet, went down all nice and cold.
and then nothing.
he woke up to darkness. a strip of cloth around his eyes and rope around his wrists and ankles. he was naked, still bruised and aching but so, so warm. something had been in the drink. something that made him want to be touched. to be fucked and defiled.
eden was so alluring, a beast in his element. all teeth but deprived of any bite. he was never meant to be the winner, but their prize all along.
there had been voices around him, amused by how he struggled ineffectually against his binds. he was so strong, wasn't he? but so weak, so pliable for them. hands traced the curve of his muscles and the cut of his jaw, mouths so hot and full of want pressed against his skin, cooing their congratulations as they stroked and teased him. against his will, his legs shook and moans spilled from his mouth. he was helpless. defenseless. and despite how much his mind screamed, his body only craved for more.
the forest came back to him, damp and smelling of earth and cedar. eden sighed, his breath fogging in the muggy autumn air. that night was long ago, but never had been far off. he had ran from the orphanage shortly after that, his pockets stuffed with the cash earned from the pit, a knife, a handful of seeds, and his best winter coat wrapped around him. as his shoes pounded the pavement, the sidewalk turned into loose ground and then later into fallen leaves.
once he was tired of running, eden took solace in the eaves of the pines, ate berries, washed himself in the lake to scrub away the memories. in the years following that, he made a home for himself. as he reveled in the safety of routine, he found a sense of control that steadied him whenever he felt his skin crawl with their touch.
control was the one thing that had protected him throughout all these years. control had kept him alive, helped him start the fires that would warm his cold hands, helped him build a cabin to sleep in. as long as he could determine the boundaries he had when it came to interacting with the world around him, he would keep himself safe.
the security of his routine lasted until the day he tracked a deer near the lake and found you. in all honesty, he didn’t know what possessed him. it had been a while since he had last seen another person, let alone conversed with one. on that warm summer day, you had offered him an apple slice, cool and crisp and sweet. with a smile, you told him that you had never seen eyes like his.
for as long as he could remember, eden had never been good with words, but he could take you back to the cabin, no matter how much you kicked and screamed.
despite his many attempts to tame you, you refused to give in. at one point, you even managed to run away. the hunter had tracked you for hours until you pounced on him, knocking him off-balance. once he was on the ground, you pressed a knife to his neck so hard that a line of blood bloomed on the blade.
“i want us to start over.” although your voice was ragged with exhaustion, there was a fire in your eyes. sweat dropped from your cheek. “can we do that?”
he could have rolled over and wrestled the knife from you. pinned your wrists just so he could prove who was really in control.
but in that moment, as he stared at you haloed in the light of the clearing, all he could do was inhale. you were so strong, so beautiful, and he had been bested.
“alright,” he said, a bead of blood running down his neck. “we’ll start over.”
now, he carefully made his way through the brush, the damp earth muffling his movements. there was a boar nearby, kicking up at the patches of mushrooms and new sprouts brought up by the rain.
the strap-on had been…a surprise.
eden knew that he had left the cabin in a hurry, but he hadn't known what to say to you. how could he tell you that the thought of submission was one he met with both terror and intrigue? that he had nightmares about being strapped to that chair again, rendered unable to do anything else but squirm? how could he tell you that despite all of that, he still thought about the taste of your fingers in his mouth?
control was his armor, but it was also his leash. a part of him was thrilled to know that despite what happened the last time you had seen each other, you still wanted to be with him. you still wanted him.
the boar trudged into the clearing, grunting as it nudged at a sapling. eden crouched lower into the bush, careful not to break any branches. when he took a step forward to get a better vantage point of the animal, something hissed below him. a sweetness filled the air, syrupy and heavy like cherries boiled in sugar.
when eden looked down, he saw that he had stepped on a patch of yellow puffballs, their disturbed bulbs spraying clouds of purple spores into the air.
shit. he coughed, pressing his sleeve to his face and staggering away from the powdery cloud. amidst the chaos, he heard the boar whine and retreat further into the brush. eden’s eyes watered and he began to feel his skin warm. lost in his introspection, he had wandered too far into the forest, where the plants and the animals grew strange and twisted.
his heartbeat roared in his ears. the cabin wasn’t too far off. if he was lucky, he would be able to treat himself before the effects set in. disoriented, he slipped off his shotgun and made his way back.
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marigold. echinacea. willow bark. the amber bottles clinked against each other softly as you organized the medicine shelf, making sure that the tinctures and extracts had been topped off with alcohol and the salves were still fresh and free of mold. there wasn’t much to do during autumn except prepare for the winter.
during the time you had spent away, eden had been especially productive: there were dozens of canned vegetables from the last garden’s harvest, bundles of herbs and strings of garlic bulbs hanging from the ceiling like withered bouquets, and strips of venison curing in the small root cellar. the man never had a penchant for sitting still and whenever you were away, he couldn’t help but keep his hands busy.
you sighed at the thought of him, your shoulders sagging in disappointment. perhaps coming back with the strap-on had been too much for him. sure, you didn’t leave the cabin on the best of terms the last time, but you thought the gift would have been a nice gesture to assure him. if he ended up wanting to have nothing to do with it, then at least you would have something you could use to give him a show.
as you palmed the last bottle, something slammed into the front door. quickly, you slipped the tincture into your pocket and pulled the hunting knife strapped to your belt. although the cabin was nestled deep in the forest, there were times in which a panicked animal would crash into the structure as they fled from a predator. whatever it was, you weren’t going to take any chances.
once you got to the door, eden crashed through it, his breath ragged from exertion. goosebumps prickled your skin at the rush of cold air from the forest. at the sight of him, the knife clattered to the ground. the hunter’s eyes were twin voids, his pupils straining against thin irises.
“hey, what’s—” before you could finish, he lunged at you.
the hunter was strong, but you were faster. quickly, you sidestepped away, making sure to kick the knife across the room.
“i thought we were past this,” you said, referring to the months you had spent at his mercy. “you’re not still mad about me being late, are you?”
there was no response. when eden swung at you again, you caught a whiff of something sickly sweet. something familiar.
“shit,” you cursed, uncorking the bottle in your pocket to douse your sweater sleeve with the tincture. when he lunged for you, you slammed the wet fabric in his face. his hands clawed at your shirt, nails raking against your skin as he struggled. after a moment, his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor.
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eden woke up in a dream. instead of sunlight streaming through the forest canopy, he saw the ceiling of the cabin hazed in a light purple. the air was warm, tinged with the scent of drying herbs and pine. he could have sworn he was just in the middle of a hunt, raising his rifle to train it on a boar.
his body hummed. the hunter could feel the scratch of the blanket against his bare skin, the hot slick of sweat between his thighs, and the pull of the rope tighten around his wrists and ankles.
fear spiked through him. the memories of being strapped to the chair after winning at the fighting pits came rushing. this couldn’t be happening again. not after this long. after all this time, he thought he was safe, that he was okay, that—
“you’re awake,” you said as you walked through the door. the bed dipped as you sat down beside him. steam curled from a mug in your hand. “the valerian did a pretty good job of knocking you out, huh?”
“why am i tied up?” his words came out slurred, like he was trying to speak through a mouthful of syrup. eden sank his teeth into his mouth, trying to focus through the haze.
your nails tapped against the mug in contemplation. “to keep you from me,” you said. “if i hadn’t acted quickly, i would have had to buy new clothes.”
after a moment, you set the mug down and leaned over to look into his eyes.
“i thought wiping you down would help, but your pupils are still dilated,” you observed. “the spores must’ve got you good.”
he remembered the time you had first come across a flush of the strange fungi. they had fruited in the mushroom barrel, a cluster of yellow spheres among the fieldcaps and boletes. on that day, he dropped the firewood that he was hauling back to the cabin, worried about the way you were swaying. when he tried to ask if you were alright, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face to yours.
"you could have had me," he said, swallowing. in that moment, you had been so pliable for him. after months of dealing with your stubbornness, it had been refreshing to see you so earnest for his touch. "it would have been...easy."
a shadow fell over your face. “easy,” you repeated, pushing his hair from his eyes. eden shuddered, brief and sharp, at the sudden feeling of relief your touch provided him. "what fun would that have been?"
knowing that you hadn’t chosen to take advantage of him in that state not only made his heart warm, but his body yearn even more for you. this moment was nothing like what happened in his past.
“show me,” eden said, the words spilling out of him before he could realize what he was saying. the hunter had never been one to beg, but his skin felt like it was on fire and he needed you to touch him. he needed more relief. you were the balm to his suffering and the only person who could take care of him. “have your fun.”
after a moment, he realized that he had pulled the ropes taut by trying to get closer to you. in that moment, he was intimately aware of your presence: the scent of arousal and soap on your skin, the softness of your breathing, and your fingers resting along his jaw. he wanted nothing more than to close the distance.
“you know what i want.” your fingers lifted his face and there, yet again, was that hunger in your eyes. “are you sure about this?”
eden inhaled, and found himself nodding. he thought of the nights he spent alone, the years that had stretched between you two, the taste of you in his mouth. anyone else would have taken advantage of him, but you were the only person he would ever grant his submission.
“it’s you,” he said. "i'll do anything for you."
your hand slid down his neck to the center of his chest before you pressed him back to the bed, the sensation of your touch cool against his feverish skin. he bit back a whine, trying to keep himself from begging for more.
from the nightstand, you produced a small bottle of lube. your hand began to drift from his chest, slipping under the sheet, drawing a path of pleasure that made him groan.
“the spores dilate your blood vessels,” you murmured, drawing away the blanket to expose his naked body. “they make you sensitive to touch and encourage the release of oxytocin once stimulated.”
“did you, ah, learn that from your classes?”
you placed yourself between his legs. “i’ve seen a few experiments.”
hearing that sent a pang of jealousy through him. he imagined you dosing yourself with a tincture of active spores, blushing as someone else’s hands roamed your body. “you didn’t…join them, did you?”
“what?” you scoffed, pouring some of the lube onto your fingers. “i’m not like that.”
“i took notes,” you continued. the hunter jumped when he felt a long, slim finger dip between his cheeks, wet and warm with lube. “we live in the forest, so i wanted to know how something like that could affect you.”
“how considerate,” he said, breath heavy as your fingertip began to circle his hole. he hadn’t often touched himself there for pleasure, but the feeling wasn’t unwelcome. “any progress on that?”
“i think it’s promising.” you smiled, and slipped a finger inside. slowly, you slid the digit in and out, easing him into the sensation. it wasn’t until you pushed another finger inside and rubbed against something that made his vision go white that he gasped, half-straining against the ropes that bound him.
“fuck,” he grunted as you began to quicken the pace, coaxing moans from him that echoed throughout the cabin. he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to grind into your hand or into the mattress.
eden thought he was going to go insane. he’d never thought you would ever have him like this, that you would take him this way, that you would want him in this state. he glanced at you and saw the blush that reddened your cheeks as you watched him writhe.
a feeling cracked inside of him. the need to let go, to give in, to fall into the depths of your desire.
“so,” he panted, skin on fire. he swore that he was going to melt. “are you going to fuck me or what?”
you held the back of his thigh with your other hand and pushed yourself down to your knuckles, earning a whine that shut him right up.
“someone’s a little pushy today,” you said, sliding your fingers out of him. the lack of pressure made him shudder, making him bite back a whimper at the emptiness. “if i untie you, will you behave for me?”
eden nodded. it took a moment for you to slip off your clothes, the pale glow of the moonlight exposing your pert breasts and the series of scars that adorned your torso. once you were bare, he felt the rope loosen from his ankles. when you climbed over him to unfasten his wrists, he took your nipple in his mouth, drawing circles around the tender bud with his tongue.
already, he could feel his cock getting slick from your cunt. if he angled his hips right, then he could just—
you pushed him away, his mouth leaving a line of saliva that connected you to him. he felt the sharp pull of your fingers tangled in his hair cut through the haziness of his lust. “i told you to behave,” you warned him. “will you be good for me?”
eden licked his lips. it took him some effort to not grab you by the hips and take you right then and there. “i’ll be good for you.”
the rope around his wrists loosened and he felt your thumbs rub at the indents left on his wrists before you stood up from the bed to take the harness from the nightstand and slip it on.
eden watched you, half dressed in shadow, adjusting the straps so they could rest on your hips. over the years, your body had grown more muscular from working around the cabin—so lithe and strong. the hunter couldn’t keep his eyes off you or the harness wrapped around you. the phallic device was just as advertised: sizable and textured with lines reminiscent of veins.
obediently, he lied back on the mattress and prepared himself for what was to come, his cock stiffening in anticipation. after a moment, he heard you pop the cap off the lube and your fingers slick the strap-on.
“what made you want to do this?” he said as you settled yourself between his thighs.
a look of adoration fell on your face. “so i could see you like this.” gently, you touched his hip with your bandaged hand. “it’ll be easier if you face away from me.”
"no." he took your wrist, the grip tight. memories of being restrained threatened to surface. he thought of the hands, the mouths, the marks they branded onto his skin. "i want to see you," he said, swallowing. "i want to know that it's you."
“watch me, then.” you said once he released you, guiding the strap-on inside him as he held up his thighs. “i want you to see me fill you up.”
you fucked into him, slow and hot, the stretch and burn of the toy earning a groan from him.
"are you alright?" you paused. all of this was so new to the both of you and the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.
the hunter clenched his teeth. he needed more. he needed all of you. “shut up and fuck me already,” he growled.
soon enough, you buried yourself to the hilt, the sudden fullness causing him to claw at the sheets.
“some patience would do you good,” you said, rolling your hips to loosen him up even more. between the strokes and the press of the harness against his ass, all eden could do was keen.
“even more of you would be better.”
“god, you’re such a slut,” you laughed, bending over to press your body against his. at the contact, his skin became alight with pleasure. “does that make you feel good?” you asked, gentle.
“y-yeah,” he answered, voice shaky. his head swirled. the hunter had no words for how euphoric he felt having you fuck him all slow and deep, how intoxicating it was to know that you could unravel him like this.
you licked at his lips before taking them between your teeth. eden’s hands raked across your back, low moans pitching out of his throat.
“you sound so nice when you do that,” you said between breaths, his shadow brushing against your skin as you kissed him. “what if i fucked you harder?”
“don’t keep me waiting.” he bit your lip, drawing blood. “you think i can’t take it?”
“i’m going to make you take it,” you purred, hips snapping forward as you quickened your thrusts, your new momentum encouraged by the pleasure you were wringing out of your hunter. underneath you, the bed groaned. his whines were trapped between your mouths.
eden’s breaths came out in short puffs. with each thrust, he felt his own orgasm rising and his gut tightening.
all of this was so good. he felt so full, so relieved within your embrace.
“you trust me, don't you?" your thrusts slowed. his eyes opened to find your skin shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat and your body flush with exertion. in that moment, your face had shifted to something more serious. “you trust me, don’t you? tell me you do.”
your voice was soft, tender. all he could see was the expression you had made all those years ago when you had asked him if you two could start over.
“yes,” he breathed, tangling his fingers in your hair. “i–i trust you.”
after a moment, you pulled back to pour more lube onto your hand before taking his cock and wrapping your fingers around the length of it. the hunter gasped, your name spilling from his mouth as you fucked him.
“i’ll always come back to you,” you murmured, thrusting into him so deep that he began to see stars. “i wouldn’t leave you.”
you shoved two fingers into his mouth. he sucked on them, mindless, tasting honey and tea as the gauze on your palm brushed his face. there was the sweetness of your fingers, the scent of blood on your hand.
with little warning, eden came clenching on the fake cock inside him as his own cock throbbed and pulsed in your grip. he cried out, legs shaking, letting loose a string of profanities as he made a mess all over his stomach and chest.
you eased your thrusts, gently pulling away from him. you took a deep inhale before loosening the straps on the harness and to slip it off and set it aside.
“c’mere.” eden grabbed you by the hip, pulling you closer. “sit on my face.”
you obliged, climbing over him to place his face between your thighs. his breath was warm against your core, his gray eyes hazy as they beheld you.
“it’d be a shame if i had all the fun,” he said before tonguing at your wetness, pulling soft moans from you. the straps had made you particularly sensitive from rubbing against you, so it was all too easy to make your core tighten.
“eden,” you huffed, hips rocking against his face as you held the headboard to steady yourself. “fuck, oh my god, oh my god—”
heat spread throughout your abdomen as your pleasure crested, your legs trembling as he sucked on your clit. although you were coming, eden continued to lap at your tender folds until you could barely handle it.
once your thighs stopped shaking, you pushed yourself off eden and lay down next to him, your bodies a mess of hot, sweaty limbs.
when he caught your eye, you smiled. his eyes were no longer dilated. whatever effects the spores had on him had passed, but his tenderness had remained.
“so,” you said, brushing his hair away from his face. this was your hunter, as strange and beautiful as the forest you had grown to love.
“you like the gift? sirris said i have to come back with a review.”
eden chuckled quietly, pulling you closer to him. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, gentle and soft. he looked at you as if you were precious, as if you were something he wanted to keep.
"being with you is already a gift.”
#eden the hunter#dol eden#dol fic#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity fic#eden the hunter fic#oh my god i've been working on this for MONTHS and it's finally done#thank you for your patience 🕸 anon wherever u are#i hope you like this#honestly it was a bit of a challenge to think about how eden would want to submit#and then of course this became some kind of character study#my headcanon is that after a few years of living together eden starts to soften a little#but he never really lets down his guard fully especially at the thought of pc potentially running away again#but what happens here gives him a sense of security in knowing that he can let go even if it's just a little bit#and then pc is just like: i can fix (peg) him#after this sirris asks them how it went and they just give her a thumbs up#🕸 anon#my writing#divider by cafekitsune
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i see a lot of posts about how dean would want to crawl inside sam and live there forever but i’ve always felt the opposite would be true. that dean would want to keep sam inside him to protect him from the outside world, to know that nothing can ever touch him. dean would keep sam behind his ribcage, or inside his shirt pocket or a locket. sam would still be with dean at all times and he’d always know where sam is and that’s he’s safe (let’s ignore that sam actually wouldn’t be much safer inside dean because their lives are constantly in danger, but maybe dean wouldn’t be so reckless). and dean wouldn’t have to worry about sam making any decisions that could potentially harm himself, meaning no more arguments.
although it depends on the context. the above applies to the time when they can’t escape the hunting life, which is pretty much the entire show. once the burden of saving the world is no longer theirs i think dean would want to live inside sam. then sam could live a normal life (which both sam & dean want more than anything) and not feel guilty for leaving dean (dean’s worst nightmare). because after being together their entire lives dean is the one who couldn’t bear separation the most.
dean would be happy and never have to miss a moment of sam’s life again, and sam wouldn’t have to experience dean’s death. i don’t believe that dean would ever be fully content quitting hunting for good, but now he wouldn’t have to die a warrior’s death which is the alternative. dean can enjoy his rest, then sam and dean’s souls ascend to heaven at the same time and dean doesn’t have to wait for him.
#this concept is perfect for sam and dean because they’re deranged#dean especially because he might not have created their codependency but he certainly enforced it for the both of them#and sorry but sam was never going to get away from it unless dean died + gave sam permission to let him go for good#spn#supernatural#sam and dean#sam winchester#dean winchester#i made myself laugh writing this#also this concept in my head is like#either people don’t miss the other#they may not be able to interact or speak to each other directly like before#but they merge souls almost#like a baby in utero#but the baby is both brain empty and fully conscious#they’re at peace in a state of deep relaxation#but theyre still able to communicate with the other person in a soul bond way#and the inside person can still appreciate life#but the way it is most appealing to them is to merge with the person they love
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A new sculpture! Finally... I feel like I never sculpt anymore since I'm always sick or have some 500 other things going on or projects to finish, but I'm trying to schedule time to do it more often this year hopefully..! Just a generic fantasy creature as usual, but did try making the eyes a little more sparkly this time.. hrmm..
#sculpture#fantasy art#fantasy creature#art#elf#lol what are the tags I should use... I still never know.. EVIL social media.. hate the idea of tagging anything ever anyway. but alas..#I also would ideally like to start selling them again and open up custom commmissions and stuff again once I can hopefully get paypal#stuff sorted out. and find like.. a good way to do things.. etc.. I did still want to sell them through auction instead of agonizing#over setting prices being afraid they're either too high or too low. So being able to just be like. Here. this is $50. or more. or less.#negotiate. the worth is whatever you feel like it is so i personally dont have to make that decision. etc. lol... But etsy doesn't let you#do auctions or like pay what you want type stuff so.. then I was thinking ebay? but idk.. ANYWAY.. I want to set things#up so I can sell stuff again hopefully. I still haven't fully recovered from the costs of when I had to take my cat to the vet and put#them down last year and etc. So it'd be good to sell a few things. perhaps.. maychance... perhamble... so on and so forthe... ANYWAY#I was going for whiter more milky sort of hair that blends in closely with the skintone but after the paint dried it seems more yellowy kin#of. which is fine. But just not exacltly like my mind vision lol..#Also it's like... wow... someone with face spots and elf ears and a half open mouth with a gap tooth and wavy hair and kind of downturned#eyes... revolutionary... never been seen before... every sculpture I have ever made surely doesnt look licherally exactly like this... LOL#but maybe it's just a style. so what. People have their motifs lol.. Im just getting back into sculpting. I shall sameface in peace. huzzah#Just like the only thing I ever carve out of avocado pits anymore is eyes. Because that's just whats fun to do. I'm going to accumulate lik#25 similar avocado eyes and have nothing to do with them. I was thinking of stringing some together into a necklace of eyes or something li#like that but.. hrmm... ANYWAY.. Love to do the same things repetitively. :3c
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You mentioned that all the Wayne's post thirst traps. And that Damian's are like Victorian women showing some racy ankle. What does he consider a thirst trap then.
Have you ever seen a man in a dark turtle neck sweater.
#sophie speaks#sophie answers#also he thinks the rest of the batfam are pathetic and embarrassing but ALSO he's just. too competitive#its beneath him. but also he got like 20k more likes than dick without even posting ass in yoga pants so who is winning#his thirst traps are unbelievably obnoxiously artsy#'paint me like one of your french girls damian' 'what the fuck did you just say to me'#he would do it btw if you offered to nude model for him i think like you'd actually see his brain explode#thats off topic ANYWAYS all his posts are like beautiful lighting that makes it hard to see him#and hes always fully covered#suits and shit. he also likes those domtop shots where the camera is literally pointed at his shoes#people go crazy over that and while he wont admit it its very obvious he feels quite smug about it#its like a cold war for him he's never gonna speak it out loud but he IS winning (delusional)#in reality its pretty evenly matched. everyone except cass and duke have extremely feral fans tho#reader in www is one of them lets be honest#stan twitter queen you know her posts where going viral
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