#I'm a sucker for this kind of aesthetic

[thesmashwaffle]

Lowkey obsessed with this absolute turbo cutie I keep seeing in that one dumbass sandwich meme about goth girls, so I decided to draw her.

I really wish I could find the artist who did the original art though... Update: Found the source of the original art!

[sabrondabrainrot]

Bring back LAES!

I'm steadily making progress on catching up on sun and moon show along with foxy and monty etc etc but it's pretty difficult when one of the main key plot lines is gone. I know a few spoilers thanks to fanfiction but I want to see the drama in person.

Here's some outfit ideas for tsams cause I'm a sucker for fashion and redesigns!

Order is, SolarFlare - Lunar - NewMoon - Old Moon - Sunny (Solar's dimension) - Sun

closeups and more brainrot under the cut!

Explaining my redesigns! Lunar - he's not really a redesign and more so an overdesign. I love adding tons of little details to him to really hammer home his star-ness. He's such an interesting little guy, like yes he acts childish but I can see he's really growing (SAD I CANT WATCH MORE CAUSE THE SHOW IS GONE). I saw the ep he killed Eclipse and homeboy revived. The entire time I was like "Waaahh Lunar??? Waaahhh???" but I love the drama ngl.

SolarFlare - Same as Lunar, not really a redesign I just drew him with no dirt. I really love his base design it's so neat it makes me think of like sci-fi concepts from the 80's. Something from fallout really. I think it's kind of funny Eclipse's aesthetics for SolarFlare when you compare him next to say Jack who Solar designed.

OldMoon - I just wanted to give him a sleek mad scientist cool guy suave vibe. I saw the more recent thumbnails of him with a turtle neck and idk that's just peak character design for me. I'm a simple woman put the dumb-dumb in a dark turtleneck. I want him to kind of look like the BadGuy TM (he's not actually) so he gets all edgy and hard edges and stuff.

NewMoon - I wanted to do a similar color scheme but instead he has lighter colors like more white incorporated into his fit. To give him the whole 'reborn' aesthetic. He's all like "old moon wore black well I wear white now I'm nothing like him so hah!" kinda thinking. I gave his cap a fur texture cause of that one ep he turned into a furry. I drew rounder stuff on him cause he's a big ol' softy sweety pie.

Sunny - Sunny is my headcanon of Sun from Solar's dimension. I think it's really interesting his default with no personality was theater performance and not say...doing daycare stuff? I feel like honoring the FNAF books with this design by leaning heavily into the theater performer look. I like to think in Solar's dimension Sun and Moon were originally made for theater. (so far in the show I've noticed Creator says 'they needed a daycare attendant' something like that so it comes off more like they were intended for the daycare from the start VS. Solar's dimension where Sunny's core seems to be more so for the performing arts.) I also wanted to make Sunny look different from Sun for the extra angst potential of "They're similar but not the same" so I leaned more into a blue palette for him.

Sun - I just wanted to give him big puffy everything. I took away the tutu. nothing against the tutu I just hate drawing the damn thing. I like to think Sun in main has white eyes because he's so burnt out from within. *badum tish* (eyes are the window to the soul-) I also covered him in stickers because he totally would just be covered in stickers from the kids. I also decided to give some of his rays cracks because I think he's extremely sentimental and even in a newly upgraded body (after using star power to defeat Eclipse the first time) he'd keep rays from his original body? I also put the cracks ones on the side of his face where Old Moon hit him. Why? Because it just seems like something Sun would do. I love him so.

Ok just some brainrot stuff, look away to avoid spoilers .

RUIN DESTROYED HOW MANY DIMENSIONS?? SOLARS DEAD. LUNAR KILLED ECLIPSE. DARK SUN IS PLOTTING??? MOON BE CRYING??? Also Francine just had a birthday! ONE OF THE BLOODMOON BOYS ARE DEAD AND SAME WITH ONE OF THE STITCHY BOYS??? HELLO?!?

I love the drama.

Also, I love how every single kid vibe checks Sun and he passes every time. Francine? She loves Sun and learns from him. FC? He ONLY feels safe with Sun for a bit. Barry? He hugged Sun after gonad checking him (a right of passage for the bunny kid). Jack? I'm pretty sure he literally is just one room away from Sun at all times (he also calls Sun's cats his master???). I have yet to see Dazzle, but Dazzle 10000% loves Sun (I've seen the edits).

ALSO? When Lunar was first brought into the family the first person he hugged was Sun and then later on when Earth was in danger he ran into SUN's arms for safety/comfort. They're family your honor.

Sobbing and Crying laying on the floor over Solar's death but I think he'll be back.

Also the molten thing with Ruin? I'm excited to see more.

I don't have a youtube account to post about saving LAES but if anyone wants me to draw more LAES just to help the community please let me know. I'm planning to draw my idea of Earth next.

[your-art-is-gay]

Ever since I saw the original concept sketches for Ladybug, in the Mini Menace mock-up comic covers, I've been fascinated by the original Ladybug, Marietta. What would MLB be like if Marietta was still the main character?

And then I got to wondering further...what if Marietta and Marinette met?

So, kind of like the Twins AU with Marinette and Bridgette, I'm introducing my Mini Menaces AU, with Marinette and Marietta Dupain-Cheng.

(Plus, I'm just a sucker for tomboy/girly girl sister aesthetics).

[jovial-thunder]

Lancer Tactics devlog

I'm gonna try out posting my ~monthly devlog roundup here as well. These suckers are glorified changelogs with anecdotes and gifs galore. Let me know if this is something you like seeing show up on your dash?

Map Editor

Got units able to be placed/deleted/moved in the mission editor

Can paint/remove command zones in the editor

Can paint minecraft-like terrain blocks in the editor

Can paint/rotate multi-tile props in the editor

Can edit unit character sheets and portrait via the editor

3D maps

Did a bunch of art tests with 3D mech models, provided by GeneralChaos, which we ended up deciding not to go with to keep things simple.

To avoid the can of worms that is animation, we'd have to lean into a static "tabletop minatures" aesthetic which we decided is not a style we want to be stuck with. By sticking with 2D sprites, we avoid falling into a sort of uncanny valley; it's easier to get away with not animating a 2D sprite than it is for a 3D model.

 We also experimented with 3D terrain. We decided to make a rule that the visual style for a piece of terrain should match its mechanical effect: obstructing terrain that you can't move through, such as rocks or buildings, will be in 3D, while non-obstructing terrain like trees will stick with 2D sprites.

Hooking up the 3D camera to follow events like movement and attacks did a LOT for making it starting to feel like it's cohering into an Actual Game™

Implemented cover! And an attack preview! Cover works by aiming a ray from the target to the originator (technically to and from each voxel of each, respectively, to handle size 2s shooting above size 1 cover) and tracking all the terrain blocks it hits (how we'll handle non-terrain hard cover TBD). I think I have it working according to Perijove's cover rules manual, but I'm sure there'll be edge cases to work out. This is a case where things are significantly simplified by working in squares instead of hexes; hexes have a lot more possible weird angles you have to deal with.

Re-added what I'm stubbornly calling Combat Popcorn; little bits of text that pop out when you use abilities and attacks.

UI & game screens

Added ability for the engine to show UI that's anchored to the game world via a little word bubble line but also stay on screen as the camera moves around.

Got word bubbles working; you can now write dialogue in the mission editor, hit playtest, and see it work in a mission! (it does actually translate correctly now; this gif is just from a bug I thought was funny)

Got ability effects mostly behaving appropriately again, including muzzle flashes. The easiest way to handle them ended up being NOT billboarding them so they always face the camera (like all other 2D sprites in the game); instead, I put them on a plane parallel with the ground and just spin them around the unit to point at wherever their target is.

Did some work ironing out our tooltip system. The standard in CRPGs these days is this kind of nested labyrinth of tooltops that you see in Baldur's Gate 3:

I Did Not Want to try and figure out how to wrangle that much UI, so we're instead opting to cap the nested tooltips at the second layer. You can lock a general tooltip for e.g. an action and then mouseover various items within that tooltip to get glossary definitions...

...and then instead of having those glossary tips be lockable/mouse-overable themselves, I collect all related terms to that glossary definition and let you tab through them.

Added skin overlay functionality to the portrait maker, enabling textures like scars, tattoos, stubble, and vitiligo to be applied to just the skin and not extend off into space.

Midway through writing this update, Carpenter sent me this gif of the randomization button working! There's a still a bunch of skintones/assets missing and a few are a bit janky, but it was exciting to start seeing the range of these lil freaks (affectionate) that this editor can create.

Mourning cloak license!

This is the one I'm probably most excited about: I did a bit of a content dive and implemented a basic character sheet + all Mourning Cloak traits and equipment. They don't have fancy graphics yet, but the weapons and systems can be added via the character sheet and used in-game.

It took a little under a day, including adding soon-to-be common mechanisms like bonus damage. This is great news in that it means the engine we've been building for so long in the abstract seems to do a great job in handling comprehensive actual game content, and that it looks like we've set ourselves up for success when it comes time to buckle down on churning that out.

I'm sure other licenses will come with unique difficulties (I fear the day it comes time to do the Mule Harness // Goblin CP) but I'm feeling good about it!

Vertical slice?

Taking a step back, the pressing question on my mind has been "when will we have a playable early access build?"

I was originally hoping for Feb/March, but what we've internally been referring to as the "3D cataclysm" has pushed everything back by at least three months, so the target for the first alpha build is now in May. So, ah, thanks for your patience! Seeing things come together, I've become more and more convinced that moving to 3D was the right call.

[artbyblastweave]

Heroify Belos

This one's tricky, because part of the point of Belos's character is that there's a very real kind of story where he would be the straightforward hero- namely, an unreconstructed Monster Hunter story, or a kill-em-all romp in the vein of Doom. It's already kind of a perspective flip, intended to get you to re-examine the worldviews and assumptions of those kinds of narratives. As a result, making him the hero is a matter of putting your thumb on the scales in terms of elements that are already present in the story- portraying the Boiling Isles as the genuine nightmare reality it aesthetically gestures at being, exaggerate the callousness and brutality of the inhabitants and frame this as inherent quality, the society of the Isles as something amounting to a honey trap or gingerbread house, a society-shaped mask worn by something fundamentally alien that wants to get close enough to you to turn you inside out.

Now, when I started typing that, the obvious failure state I thought I was typing my way towards was that a Story where Belos is Right that All of This is Super Evil Actually is going to be unavoidably a hamfistedly and obnoxiously reactionary narrative. This is still a plausible failure state- you could very easily reverse-engineer the "acceptable Christian substitute" kind of dreck- but to some extent I'm also kind of describing the underlying thrust of Coraline, I'm describing some iterations of Peter Pan, I'm describing (to some extent) how demons work in the Otherverse. I'm a sucker for the drumbeat of "Magic is real, and bad, and can kill you- magic is not an allegory, but it's smart enough to pattern match to your assumptions about what it's an allegory for, pretends to understand you and eats you alive while you try to make friends with it." I'd probably read and enjoy a story about a killjoy John Constantine-figure battling quixotically to put the kibosh on an extradimensional parasite dimension that's evolved special mimicry and predation tactics against kids with overactive imaginations, failing time and time again because the traumas of the real world ensure that it'll have an endless supply of victims willing to turn a blind eye to everything that doesn't add up until they're too far down the gullet to extract themselves. In fact, I'm now remembering that I got pretty far into writing that exact thing in college, thanks for reminding me of that project.

[tj-dragonblade]

[FIC] Adoration

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: E Word Count: 9503 Tags: dream sex, public sex, fantasy fulfillment, claiming, exhibitionism, possessive Dream, costume from Baldur's Gate 3, Wavemother's Robe (Baldur's Gate), blowjob, Dream with multiple arms, eldritch deep throat, gentle facefucking, facial, glass sex toy, butt plug, rimming, eldritch tongue, anal sex, top Dream, bottom Hob, size kink, eldritch size kink, Hob loves it when Dream gets big, human cocksleeve, the Dreaming is full of possibilities, finger sucking, manhandling, shapeshifting, unreal anatomy, belly bulge, tentacles, consentacles, more hentai than octopi, no suckers involved, sounding, anal gape, Dream has a vulva, cunnilingus, Hob Gadling 600 year reigning king of eating pussy, squirting, squirting facial, vaginal sex, top Hob, bottom Dream, more tentacles, wet messy sex, there are puddles, multiple orgasms, no refractory periods in the Dreaming, unintended uses of the New Inn's bar, cuddling

Notes: Third in the Appropriate Applications for Aesthetic Armors series (prior bits are Anticipation and Appreciation on Tumblr if AO3 is down). Took a year to finish but prompts lined up like dominos for this October and 9500 words later here we are. This is for the @dreamlingbingo adoptable prompt Monsterfucking, replacing square A3 Crossover on my card. Unless the BG3 costume Hob's still wearing counts as a crossover, lol. Also covers @monsterfucktoberbingo squares Eldritch and Tentacles, and then there's @gabessquishytum's Unofficial Sandman Kinktober prompts Dream Sex, Shape-Shifting, Monsterfucking and Size Kink (technically also Costumes and Body Hair but in an incidental-not-focused inclusion, and Toys and Hands feature briefly also). Lastly, if you're unfamiliar with the costume Hob's wearing, please see my RobeRef tag for proper imagery 🩶

Summary: Dream's fantasy of publicly claiming Hob in the middle of the New Inn is played out with a very enthusiastic Hob in his dream, as offered.

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"You should be flattered, Hob," Dream purrs, hand stealing beneath Hob's costume, caressing his leg, fingering the texture of his hair. "Their thoughts are fitting, when such exquisite and untouchable beauty moves among them." His hand travels firmly around the shape of Hob's thigh, curves possessively up the back of it beneath the armored skirt, fingertips stroking soft skin high up and in, grazing his nutsack. "And I am immeasurably pleased that I am the one who gets to take you home tonight."

"Aren't you sweet." Hob flutters his lashes coyly to cover the surge of arousal, the way he kind of wants to swoon at Dream just saying that sort of thing so easily while touching him so brazenly. "Promise, I'm all yours tonight. As long as you don't mind I'm getting a bit sweaty down below." His grin is a little breathless; Dream is fully fondling his balls now, rolling them between delicate fingertips, the knuckle of his thumb pressing lightly against Hob's perineum, and it is absolutely thrilling to be touched this way in secret when they're still in the middle of the crowded pub.

"You know quite well that I find it appealing," Dream says, with a sweet little glitter in his eye that makes Hob's pulse jump, and then Dream's hand drags warmly out from between his legs and up to grope his arse as Dream turns and leans in to kiss him. Dream's other hand sinks into his hair, gently grips around his nape and tilts his head back as Dream's tongue slips authoritatively into his mouth.

It is wet and filthy, insistent, devouring; Hob makes a sound into the kiss, opens wider to it, shivers as Dream squeezes his arsecheek firmly. This is not exactly publicly-acceptable behavior but that was kind of the point, wasn't it, even if it hadn't quite gone this way before—

Wait—

There are cheers and whistles around them, catcalls, someone yelling 'Get it Professor G!', and Hob is surfacing through his own awareness even as he buries both hands up into Dream's hair and sucks on Dream's invading tongue.

This is not how it happened—

Dream ends the kiss, draws back to a rippling murmur of approval from the crowd, and full clarity settles over Hob like sunshine burning away morning mist.

"I'm dreaming."

"Yes." Dream's tongue runs hot and heavy up his throat above the choker.

"And you're you-you."

"Yes." Dream straightens up enough to look him in the eye, caresses his face with reverent adoration. "Do you recall what I wished for, what you offered me, dear Hob, before you entered my realm?" His other hand moves out from beneath Hob's costume, settles warm on his bare hip between chains.

"I do." The words feel oddly, or perhaps appropriately, like a wedding vow.

"Then." Dream's fingertips trace down the scruffy line of Hob's jaw, curl under the end of his chin, tip his face the tiniest bit upward. "May I take command of your dream, and shape it for my pleasure?"

"Our pleasure. Please." He's always been pretty middle-of-the-road about public sex and exhibitionism, all things considered, but the notion that he can make something happen for Dream, can fulfill the fantasy of an unfathomably ancient and inhuman being, that definitely gets him going and he cannot wait to see what Dream will do with him here where anything is possible, how far he'll go.

The way that Dream's smile curls is both predatory and beautiful, and Hob's heartrate kicks up as Dream kisses him again, still holding beneath his chin. "Our pleasure, then," he breathes against Hob's lips, and the next kiss leaves Hob's head spinning. Slim fingertips move softly to the back of Hob's neck, undo the jewelled choker and tear the decorative chains free from Hob's torso, and then Dream's spread fingers are running up the center of Hob's chest, carding through his hair unobstructed as Dream ends the kiss.

Dream unfastens the cape from the pauldrons next, swirls it from around Hob's shoulders and lets it settle on the floor, where it spreads and shimmers and changes until the two of them are standing on a comfortably plush red carpet, warm and soft between Hob's toes, a clearly defined circle separating them from their audience.

Dream is currently taller than Hob by a handsbreadth and when he kisses him again, pulls Hob's head back with a gentle fist in his hair and plunges his tongue into Hob's mouth, filthy and possessive, Hob moans aloud. His hands scrabble for a hold along Dream's front and find that the black fantasy armor is gone, that Dream's instead clad in floaty layers of gauzy silky something that are warm and liquid beneath Hob's touch.

He grips two handfuls and hangs on while Dream devours him.

Dream's hands move next to Hob's hips, glide around beneath the skirt to grasp Hob's arse and squeeze. One hand stays; the other—something hard and warm and slick presses insistently against Hob's hole and his body yields readily, takes it in easily. He recognizes the shape of one of their favorite toys as it fills him, a slender glass plug with a mild flare, perfect for opening him up and smooth as silk when Dream slides it out and fucks it back in.

Hob moans into the kiss, lets go of Dream's gauzy robes and wraps both arms around Dream's neck. He rises up on the balls of his feet, arches his back to take the glass deeper as Dream pushes it in again. It's good, the angle and the pressure just right to really get him going; Dream fucks him smooth and unhurried, kissing him much the same way, and when Dream pulls away from his mouth Hob draws a shuddering breath.

"Dream—love—" He whines as the toy bottoms out in him again, a beautiful pressure in exactly the right spot.

There's a murmur in the crowd, a ripple of disappointment, and Dream purrs, the sound full of satisfaction.

"They know what I do to you, Hob, but they cannot see, not while you still wear this garb that so excites them." His mouth claim's Hob's again.

He recognizes what Dream is doing, can see where he's leaving Hob buffers, exercising restraint where he thinks Hob might appreciate it, and Hob loves him so so much for it. But he's not here for consideration; he's all-in, whatever Dream wants, however Dream wants this fantasy to play out.

He wrenches free of the kiss, both hands framing Dream's face. "Let them see, love." He kisses Dream again, short and fierce. "Let them envy. Show them everything we have together, everything you do to me, rub their noses in the fact that they will never have what is yours—"

Dream makes a sound that would be a whine if it were not so deep and rumbling, kisses Hob with abandon and seizes both halves of the armored skirt. He rips them away as easily as Velcro, leaving behind only what was connected to the chains across his hips—the slant of them means the full curve of both cheeks is now exposed and there's barely a miniskirt's length in front, easily pushed out of the way. The boots never made it into the dream so he's barefoot and now all but bare-arsed.

It's perfect.

And then Dream dips to kiss his throat and moves lower, lips dragging down through Hob's chest hair, down his stomach as Dream folds to his knees. He looks up at Hob and presses a warm kiss just below his navel, in the trail of hair that disappears into the silver filigree lace where the costume comes together; then, still holding Hob's gaze, he sits back just enough to flip what's left of the costume skirt out of his way, exposing Hob's prick to the crowd.

Dream lowers his gaze, then glances back up with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.

Hob flushes, just a little. "Dreamed myself a little bigger, didn't I?" he says, awkwardly. "If they're going to be envious, let's make it really worthwhile?"

"Indeed," Dream purrs, smile turning positively wicked. "I tasted so many daydreams of kneeling for your cock, Hob. Of. Crawling up beneath your costume, there in the pub." He licks wetly all about the head, the pushed-back foreskin, peppering more words in between. "Imagining the girth of you. The weight. The scent, the flavor, as they. Worship with their mouths." He swirls his tongue deliciously all around again, eyes finding Hob's and holding them, making a show of the way he slowly sucks Hob into his mouth.

His eyes roll as he takes Hob in, lashes fluttering, and he moans obscenely—which Hob gets is for the crowd, flaunting how good it is to have what they had fantasized, but it stokes his own ego and arousal all the same. To have someone as beautiful and unfathomable as Dream on his knees, hungry for Hob's cock—it is heady indeed, and he will never be immune.

Dream works his cock with flair and showmanship, which is of course incredibly sexy to watch from up here and also feels amazing, and it's only made more so by the one hand still snaking around his hip to work the glass toy inside him. Between that sweet pressure and the wriggling warmth of Dream's tongue, it takes him entirely too long to register that Dream has more hands on him than the usual two; there is a hand splayed on either thigh scratching through his hair in addition to the one working the plug in his arse, and another fondling his balls besides.

Hob can't say that he minds, honestly; Dream surpassing human limits has never been anything but a turn on.

And then Dream, who has precisely whatever internal anatomy he wishes, takes Hob's full up-sized length smoothly to the hilt, swallows tightly around him, lips pressed flush to the hair at Hob's groin. He draws all the way off, sinks all the way back down, slow and smooth, and Hob makes a trembling sound of approval. Dream does it a third time and stays, swallows Hob down and then sucks. He sets up a gently nursing rhythm, suck-swallow-suck with his gaze locked on Hob's all the while, as if he could truly draw sustenance from Hob's cock like this. One hand is caressing his hip and one is still twisting the slim plug in his arse; the other two move from the fronts of his legs to the back, further, wrapping tight around his thighs to keep him close. Dream is making hungry satisfied little sounds, muffled by the cock in his throat but carrying clearly to Hob's ears and the crowd all the same.

And Hob is dizzy, unsteady with how good it is, grateful for the firm grip around his legs that keeps them from giving out beneath him. His hands are light on Dream's shoulders and he's trying so hard to keep his hips relatively still under the onslaught of Dream's attentions. He bites his lip, stifling a moan on a trembling breath, and then Dream pulls back, lets Hob's cock slide wetly out of his mouth, wipes at the sloppy mess of his lips with the back of one hand and smirks.

"You are. Delicious," he murmurs, voice warm and dark; he presses the glass toy in a sudden sharp thrust where it's already buried deep and Hob jolts, gasps out a whine. His dick jumps as Dream does it again, bumping obscenely against Dream's plush parted lips.

There's a rippling murmur from the watching crowd; Hob had nearly forgotten about them. "Are they wishing they were you, love?" he asks, breathless; it's not much in the way of sexy talk but it's the best he can manage currently and Dream's smile curls up in satisfaction all the same. "They suitably jealous of you sucking my cock?"

"Indeed," Dream purrs, eyes half-lidded as he gazes up at Hob. "How they long to taste your spend, Hob. They are. Hungry, so hungry for it." He darts his tongue out, laps up the bead of precome leaking from Hob's tip. "But I would have them know—" Two of his arms guide Hob's hands to his head, then return to his thighs. "Show them, Hob. That this delicacy is for my tongue alone—"

He opens his mouth and grows still, waiting, placing the moment in Hob's hands.

And so Hob takes control, combs his fingers gently through Dream's hair and guides his beautiful face forward, onto his cock and all the way down, Dream's eyes never leaving his. The slide down Dream's inhumanly-open throat is so perfect, gliding and smooth, snug and so hot; he draws Dream off his full length and then slowly back on again, careful, savoring every inch.

Dream still has a hand on the toy in his arse and when Hob draws him back off his cock next, Dream mirrors the motion with the plug. Hob whines at the double slide, the glass out of his body and his cock out of Dream's mouth; then, as he reverently pushes himself back in, Dream matches the slide with the glass and Hob's head falls back, panting. It's so good, hot and wet around him, hard and full inside him, tandem strokes of mounting pleasure pulling breathless moans and little whines from him on every pass. He looks back down, down the length of his own furry chest in the deep plunging V of his costume and finds Dream gazing up at him still, docile and dangerous, mouth shaped beautifully around the lazy gliding rhythm of his cock. And it's. Hob's hands are buried in his hair, in Dream of the Endless' hair, and he's—face-fucking is entirely too aggressive a term for what he's doing, but he's gently fucking into Dream's beautiful face, he's allowed this privilege and he's swiftly unraveling as he takes it. His hips rock in a smooth steady cadence, in and out of Dream's mouth and throat, deep onto the toy inside him and he is soaring dizzily up to the precipice, ready to fall.

He's moaning helplessly as he nestles himself snug into Dream's throat, throbbing as he holds off his oncoming orgasm and Dream swallows him down, greedy, voracious, nose buried in Hob's pubic hair and eyes unblinking, locked with Hob's. Hob keeps one hand curled around the back of Dream's head, gentle, inexorable; the other he moves to Dream's face. He strokes his cheek with a trembling touch, drags his thumb down the stretched-open corner of Dream's mouth pulled taut around the base of his cock; he cups Dream's chin, feels how Dream swallows around him, brushes the backs of his fingers down Dream's throat and presses where he can feel the head of his prick lodged. Dream moans, which feels amazing, and presses the toy all the way in against Hob's prostate, twisting it as he goes. Hob's hips twitch helplessly at that surging jolt of pleasure, pushing him impossibly further into Dream's throat; he feels the crown of his dick bump past his pressing fingers and that's just—that's it.

"Fuck me, sweetheart," Hob gasps, voice shaking, hand trembling where he cups Dream's chin, "fuck me with that toy until I come down your throat—" He's so close, can feel it swelling thick and hot in his gut and then Dream slides off him.

"No, I think not," he purrs, over the desperate sound of loss Hob makes, and laps at the swollen head of Hob's prick with his tongue. "There is something else your admirers dream, and I would have it for myself—"

Hob is teetering on the edge, tense and ready to burst as Dream wraps a hand around him and strokes. Two of his other hands are still on Hob's thighs and the fourth wriggles the toy in Hob's arse, the tip of it stroking firmly across his swollen prostate and that's all it takes.

He comes with a bitten-off whine, great pulsing threads of spend that land all over Dream's face, thick and sticky in his eyelashes, vividly white in the red of his open waiting mouth.

The murmur of the crowd swells briefly, equal parts envious and approving.

Dream moans, deliberate and decadent, stroking Hob through the end of his orgasm, tongue out and poised under the tip of Hob's dick to catch the last weaker spurts. He curls it around the head lovingly, draws Hob back into his mouth just far enough to close his lips around the tip and suck, to tease the last drops from the slit with his tongue, making a show of savoring it. Hob's pulse is pounding in his ears as Dream pushes him right to the glorious edge of overstimulation but still he can hear the mutters of longing skittering through their audience.

Good.

When Dream has finished milking Hob's cock dry, he pulls the toy from his arse as well and drops it somewhere aside. He rises swiftly and yanks Hob into his arms, steadying him and descending eagerly on his mouth. He's vanished most of the mess on his face but his lips are still a bit sticky; he kisses Hob fiercely, possessive and thorough, and abruptly spins him around. Hob finds himself up against the bar, Dream stroking down his thighs with a small tap to either knee. "Up," he murmurs, lips against the dip of Hob's spine in the diamond left bare by his costume, and a quick glance down shows a pair of comfortably-spaced barstools right in front of him. He climbs up gamely, one knee on either stool, and then Dream is pressing him forward, down, until he is bent over the bar with his legs spread wide and his arse in the air, left completely bare at this angle by the remnants of the skirt.

"Delectable," Dream murmurs, hands roaming over the hairy curves of either cheek, thumbs stroking into the dimples there. His other two hands curve around the front of Hob's legs to stroke up the insides of his thighs. "Beautiful, magnificent, mine—" His mouth presses firm and wet to the open rim of Hob's body, where the toy has left him empty and wanting, and then Dream's tongue slithers into him, slick and hot and long and thick. It fills him, delicious and deep and Hob groans, breathless, delighted. He rubs his cheek against the bar top, splays his knees a bit wider on their barstools and arches his back, shamelessly begging for more. Dream's hands shift, pressing his thighs and cheeks wide, spreading him all the way open, and Hob cries out as Dream's tongue twists inside him, licking over his prostate with precision strokes. Dream is also running one slender fingertip around Hob's hole where it's stretched wide on his tongue, layers of sensation that are driving Hob mad with pleasure.

"Dream, sweetheart, oh shit it's so good," he babbles, heart pounding, hips flexing. He loves this about sex in the Dreaming, that he can come long and hard and be seamlessly ready for more, can take as much as he wants, as much as Dream will give him. He bears down on Dream's tongue, wriggles back onto it with delight; Dream's nails prick sharp at the insides of his thighs and the hair of his arsecheeks and Hob whines, breathless. "More. Please—"

There is a growling rumble from Dream behind him and the hands on his thighs yank, spreading him wider; the barstools clatter away so that Dream is supporting him fully. Hob yelps in surprise and then Dream's tongue is burrowing further into him in a rush, thick and wet and so fucking good and Hob cries out, panting, his body stretching eagerly to accommodate. Dream's mouth presses flush up against his hole and Dream growls again, the vibrations carrying through his tongue and into Hob, who moans helplessly. His dick is rock hard, the tip bumping up against the edge of the bar and smearing wet against the polished wood as Dream eats him out.

Dream lifts his hips a little higher, tongue wriggling inside him, expanding and contracting and twisting about; Hob keeps his knees drawn up, toes flexing and curling as his pleasure spikes and ebbs with the writhing fullness inside him. He's insanely turned on by the way Dream is just. Holding him up, like he's small and insignificant, like Dream will move and arrange him and fuck him however he likes—

Dream growls again, Hob whimpering at the sensation, and then he speaks. Which is clearly not happening with his mouth, occupied as it is; his voice rings in Hob's mind, in the fabric of the Dreaming around them, presumably audible to their audience as well.

Yes, Hob Gadling, I will move you as I please, fuck you as I like. You are mine—mine to taste, to have, mine to please in every way I choose. The rumble shifts, broadens; it's clear that he is addressing the audience now. Watch. Watch, and want, and envy, as I give my Hob everything he wants of me in ways you can only imagine—

Hob whimpers, dick twitching, grateful all over again for his immortality; he's not sure he would survive this otherwise.

Dream's tongue unwinds from within him abruptly, retreating swiftly in a way that makes Hob cry out as the shivery-hot sensation of it races down every limb; his cock spurts a little, not so much an orgasm as simply a sudden excess of pleasure and then he is empty again.

For only a second, though; instantly Dream's prick is there, pushing into him, and he can feel that Dream has Changed. He's tall enough to get his cock up Hob's arse while he's over the bar, for one, but also. The four hands that have been on him have multiplied, are six at least, eight, maybe more and he can feel Dream's presence swelling behind him, a magnitude and intensity that are spilling past any possible containment by a human-sized form.

But the fullness and the weight of Dream inside him occupy his attention with far more immediacy and he can hear himself moaning, gasping as Dream moves smoothly out and back in, picking up speed.

"Dream—Dream—aaaahh, Dream—" He can't get out much more than that, it's just so incredibly good. Dream has several hands on his legs holding him up wheelbarrow-style, is fucking into him fast and furious and the indignity of the position would make him laugh except it's not an indignity, it's fucking hot to be manhandled like this and he can't believe how much it's turning him on.

Dream nudges him forward, extra hands bending his knees up onto the bar proper, spreading them so wide that his leaking cock is rutting slickly against the polished wood every time Dream's dick sinks deep into him. His head and shoulders are beyond the far side of the bar top and he's gripping the edge tightly, hanging on for dear life while Dream pounds him senseless and he's never going to be able to tend bar at the New Inn again without thinking of this, ever—

Dream shoves deep and stops, suddenly; a pair of arms wind about Hob's chest to pull him upright, back against Dream's nebulous form and the way that changes the angle of Dream inside him has Hob crying out, tears pricking at his eyes. He's so full, it's such a sweet sweet pressure in all the right places and if Dream moves even just a little he's going to come—

Dream rumbles a pleased note; two hands slide through Hob's chest hair crosswise and beneath either edge of his costume, spindly fingertips brushing unerringly over both nipples in tandem. At the same time, the hands gripping around Hob's inner thighs tighten and Dream thrusts gently up into him.

The sound Hob makes as he spills would be embarrassing if he could bring himself to care, high and thin and gasping, again and again as he shoots all over the bar top, chest heaving under Dream's hands. And then there's another hand gently gripping Hob's hair, arching his head back while he's still panting out the last moans of his orgasm. Dream tilts in from above him, kisses those sounds right out of his mouth, another hand gently cradling his throat. It's light, possessive, sensual, and Hob loves it.

Dream kisses him down from the high until he has sense enough about him to reach, to cradle Dream's otherworldly face, to kiss him back, and to wriggle his hips demandingly because he wants more and he doesn't have to give his body time to recover.

Insatiable, Dream purrs, unmistakably pleased, and then. Then. There are just two arms around his chest and only two hands on his legs, hands that are spindly black claws, fingers like knives that are so very careful as they grasp under his thighs from the back and lift. Hob leans into Dream behind him, feeling the vast unknowable reaches of the cosmos condensed into whatever nebulous form Dream currently holds; he arches his head back and scrabbles for any kind of grip as Dream pulls his legs where he wants them, knees drawn up and spread wide, displaying him to the gathered crowd unmistakably speared on Dream's cock.

BEHOLD, Dream thunders, and turns a slow flowing circle, letting absolutely everyone see Hob open and impaled and wonderfully hard about it and Hob is whining at how utterly feral it makes him, being shown off like this. He meets a few eyes in the crowd; these are all nebulous theoretical people, no one he'll ever face in real life, and it drives him absolutely wild to see the hunger and the envy in these strangers' faces, for him, for Dream having him. His upsized dick is rock-hard, standing tall, straining untouched, beads of precome welling steadily from the tip and rolling down his shaft.

The hands splayed over Hob's chest are still relatively human shaped, fingers just a bit more spindly than normal, black nails a bit more claw-like. One of them strokes possessively through his body hair in the opening left by his ridiculous costume; the other wanders lightly up his throat and down again, back up to touch his face and Hob turns his head, sucks two fingers into his mouth, heedless of the claws. He laves them with his tongue, wet and thorough and unhurried, and Dream makes an encouraging sound that rattles Hob's bones, dick flexing inside him.

He's bigger, filling Hob more tightly than when they had started, but this is the Dreaming and Hob's body will take whatever he wants it to. Dream rumbles a growl and lifts where he grips Hob's thighs, drawing Hob up the length of him, then lets him slide down again, and Hob moans shamelessly around Dream's fingers, pleasure pouring through him. Gravity seats him all the way to the root of Dream's cock and it's exquisite, his own weight pressing Dream deeper inside him.

"Dream, love—" He breaks on a moan as he's lifted and let down again, the fingers in his mouth disappearing. "Deeper, sweetheart, fuck me senseless—"

The hands on him lose form, all of them, dissolving into shimmering tendrils of darkness wrapped secure about his thighs, keeping his legs up and open effortlessly. More tendrils edge beneath his costume to tease over his nipples and through his chest hair. Dream's face is all but gone, an impression of eyes and attention in the dark mass roiling above and behind and around Hob; it's like being cradled by a sensual black cloud with talented 'fingers' and an amazing dick and Hob is delighted to cling back against the nebulous surface of him and let Dream move him up and down as he pleases.

He's loud about his pleasure, moaning and cursing effusively while Dream wields him like a cocksleeve, sliding him up and down his eldritch length, spread open and on display to the riveted crowd. Hob's barely paying them any mind, his body alight with Dream's attentions, eyes heavy-lidded as they flicker over the audience. There are multiple people among the onlookers who are clearly touching themselves, faces full of envy and excitement, getting off while watching him get fucked by Dream, and that just pushes Hob higher. He squirms, wriggling all the way to the bottom of Dream's massive prick, clenching tight as Dream draws him up again, over and over.

His own cock is straining neglected with every pass and he whines, not touching it himself, that's not how this goes when his hands are busy clinging to Dream, but aching for the extra stimulus to drive his pleasure higher. Especially when Dream's just formlessness and tentacles (and that glorious dick) now, he'd desperately love some of that wriggly stroking attention paid to his boner.

"Dream, love, I need—"

Shall I allow your cock to your admirers, then, let the eager offer their skills that you might choose one fortunate soul for your pleasure?

There is a palpable stirring of interest in the crowd at that, more than one hand shooting up, but Hob shakes his head. This is about Dream flaunting his privileges, not sharing them, and besides. He doesn't want a stranger.

"No," he moans, arching his back and writhing against the eldritch bulk of Dream behind him as he's moved on that cock. "You, I only want you, just touch me please I am begging—"

Patience, dearheart, Dream rumbles, and Hob whines with frustrated anticipation. One of the tendrils at his chest draws out from beneath the open edge of his costume, lingers in the texture of his hair before sliding gently up his throat and around the back of his neck to carefully grasp his jaw from underneath, tilting his head back. Dream roils and a thick new tendril of shimmering black covers Hob's mouth; it is relatively enough like lips and tongue that he opens for it easily and loses himself in the filthy approximation of kissing, lets Dream devour his moans with relish. Other tentacles wind about his arms, down to his hands, split to intertwine with his fingers and Hob clings, delighted with the sweetness of this eldritch hand-holding.

And all the while Dream is still lifting him up the length of his cock and letting him slide back down, and Hob is very sure that every time he's let down Dream's cock is a little thicker, touches that much further inside him. Which is heady, and hot, and Hob hopes it's making the audience jealous as fuck to see him filled with so much; he can dream his body any way he likes here and if Dream wanted he would gladly dream himself unencumbered by any internal organs, a warm fleshy vessel meant exclusively for Dream's cock, no matter its size. He thinks maybe that's worth exploring later, a Dream so big Hob could sit on his cock and let it peek out his mouth, a fuck and a backwards blowjob at once, all of Hob perfectly formed for Dream's pleasure—

A low rumble of mirth tells him Dream caught that vision. Another time, beloved, comes Dream's voice, reverberating through and all around him. For now…perhaps this? The slender tentacle of Dream around one arm lifts and moves it, splays his own hand over his own belly right where the costume comes together as he slides to the base of Dream's cock again—and yes, there it is, the thick head of Dream inside him, deep up inside him where it shouldn't fit but here in the Dreaming it does and Hob can feel it, can trace the bulbous shape of it with his fingers, oh god—

He moans into the bit of Dream that's kissing him, caresses Dream's dick in his belly reverently, fervently, and then Dream is lifting him again, all the way up, dropping him again, all the way down, and it's so fucking good he thinks he might burst. He keeps his hand splayed over his stomach, the better to feel Dream pushing inside him on every pass, and the tentacle that had moved his arm unwinds, flows down past the crumpled remnants of his skirt to his groin and splits into tendrils. They snake lovingly through the thickness of his pubic hair, caressing the creases of his legs, curling around his balls, winding up around his rigid cock at last. His sound of desperate relief is swallowed by Dream and he quickly loses track of how many tendrils are in play down there, touching him everywhere, squeezing his cock and teasing around the head, the slit, with little touches that leave him panting. His balls are snugly wrapped and separated and receiving the same sort of soft teasing touches and there are at least three of these eldritch tendrils stroking around his hole, stretched wide on Dream's girth as it is.

When they slither inside the next time Dream lifts him, Hob shivers. And when Dream lets him slide down again, those tendrils are all curled directly against his prostate, pressed deliciously into it as the massive girth of Dream stretches and fills him. The tendrils wriggle where they're trapped, a beautiful stroking layered into the sweet pressure of maximum fullness and Hob cries out, muffled by Dream's pseudo-mouth on his, chest heaving.

And then, as if that were not the most exquisite pleasure he's yet been subjected to, the tendrils on his cock slither up and around the head, tiny threadlike delicate things lapping at his leaking slit before delving down into it, wriggling gently one after the other until they're intertwined down his dick shaft, stroking his cock from the inside. It's certainly not the first time in his very long life he's tried sounding but he's definitely never had anything so wonderfully squirmy down his slit before and sweet mother of god, but it's good.

It's even better when Dream lifts him and slides him down again, the wriggling in his arse around the mass that fills him, the bulbous rub of that mass deep in his belly beneath his hand, the soft writhing twist of the tendrils in his dick—and the ones under his costume up top, stroking his nipples, the pseudo tongue in his mouth that may as well be a cock the way he's sucking on it, the bit of Dream still wrapped behind his neck and cradling his chin, stroking his arched throat, he is being bombarded with pleasure in so many ways at once and his body is careening happily toward overload.

He's not even trying to temper it, clinging to Dream's tentacle-hand in the mass of Dream behind him and caressing Dream's dick in his belly and moaning with abandon as Dream moves him faster and faster. He can feel orgasm approaching, a great tidal swell bearing down on him and he is helpless to do anything but let it sweep him under.

It hits like a tsunami, crashing over him, wrenching a sound from him that is nearly a scream and leaving him breathless and gasping. His cock pulses, come oozing out of him around the tendrils that Dream has in his shaft and running down the length of it, messy and glorious. His arse clenches weakly, stretched too wide around Dream's massive girth to really bear down and that's a new delight to enjoy, definitely one for the record books. His chest heaves, he's moaning into the bit of Dream in his mouth, and Dream is absolutely roiling with pleasure in turn. His tentacles wrap tighter around Hob's thighs, lift him nearly free of his gigantic eldritch cock, and a thought flashes through Hob's mind, high on the tail end of his orgasm as Dream brings him back down. The tendrils down his shaft, the finger-tentacle-bit Dream had used on him in the waking world earlier—how amazing would it feel to be stuffed full of thick writhing tentacles like the ones currently holding him aloft—?

The thought must be vivid enough here in Dream's realm for him to 'see'; in an instant his enormous dick and the little tendrils that had been playing with Hob's prostate are gone and there are three tentacles rearing into Hob's view, each not quite as thick as his arm, their tapered tips shaped exactly like the head of Dream's prick.

WATCH, Dream thunders, to the crowd that Hob has all but forgotten about. Behold, as I give my Hob everything he should want, in ways only I can provide—

Hob whimpers into the bit of Dream in his mouth, pulse pounding, dick leaking around the tendrils still within it.

Dream lifts him high, tilts him back a tiny bit, and then the three tentacles dip out of his view, nudging wetly through the hair on the exposed bits of his thighs, his arse, zeroing in on his surely gaping hole. He has no real idea how much he's been stretched open but when the first tentacle pushes into him he barely feels it, despite its size. Then the second is there, wriggling alongside the first, squirming into him and that he can feel, gasping, moaning as the two together fill him. The bit of Dream in his mouth disappears and he lets his voice rise on a long, overwhelmed note as two arm-sized tentacles twist about in his arse, stroking everything, not at all in concert.

And then the third, it presses in between the other two and Hob cries out, wails long and loud as it wriggles in. He's stretched well beyond any realistic limits of his actual body, he knows, and yet here it just happens, because he wants it, wants Dream to work that third tentacle up into him, squeezed tight against the other two, burrowing deep. The way they squirm and slip past one another feels incredible, and the feeling just becomes more and more intense as they go. He's so full, deliciously gloriously unbearably full and his cock his full too, leaking continuously around the tendrils within it; his hand is still on his belly and he can feel the cock-head tips of each tentacle curling around each other as they push their way deeper and deeper. He's stretched taut on the girth of all three, spread open on display still by the tentacles around his thighs, and the view must be incredible for the watching crowd; he hopes they're absolutely ill with envy, witnessing Dream fuck him in so many ways not humanly possible.

Dream rumbles, a great bone-rattling sound that Hob feels in his teeth. I will have you now, my Hob, his voice sounds, and Hob wonders for half a second what he means, has he not been having him this entire time—

The tentacles within him writhe, separate, one sliding out while the others push deep, and then the one plunges back in while another draws out and then another and Hob throws his head back against the roiling there-but-not mass of Dream's shapeless form behind him, wailing to the heavens. It's incredible, so far beyond good, beyond whatever he might have imagined, the wriggling and the pistoning and the trading off, the slick twisting of each tentacle going out and back in, plunging so deep he can feel the sweet flares of pleasure all up his spine, the way each writhes against his pressing hand like Dream is getting off on that particular touch as well—

The tentacle of Dream that's supporting Hob's head caresses his arched throat lightly, and there are still tendrils toying with both nipples beneath his costume, another slim tendril curled in his navel and stroking the back of his hand on his belly; the tendrils in his cock are thoroughly drenched in his spend and squirming happily down inside him, almost a scaled-down mirror of what's going on in his arse and Hob can feel himself peaking again, helplessly, inexorably. His voice is one long continuous cry, broken by gasps for air, and then he is spilling again, shaking and shuddering through it, Dream barely pausing to let him ride it out before his pace resumes.

Dream's tentacles continue pistoning into him, frenzied and driven; Hob whimpers, overstimulated and strung out on pleasure, absolutely loving it. He clutches at his belly where Dream keeps filling him deep; it's good, it's too much but it's so damn good and he wants more, wants everything Dream can give him spilled thick and hot inside him and Dream is almost there, he can feel it—

Dream comes with a rolling groan like thunder, a tentacle pulsing deep inside Hob, and he can feel the heat and strength of its ejaculation against the hand on his stomach, which is so bizarre but still terribly hot. And then that groan sounds again and the second tentacle stabs up into his belly, bursting mightily, and Hob's breath catches in realization while his insides tingle with pleasure. Three of them. He sucks in a breath and then there's the third, burrowing frantically past the other two and spilling forcefully up inside him, Dream shuddering, that eldritch groan rolling all around them. It's so bloody weird to feel the familiar blooming of warmth so far inside him and there's so much of it, his belly sloshing just a little as the tentacles thrash weakly inside him, quivering, spent and shrinking. They make the most obscene squelching noises as they draw out of him one by one, and Hob has a brief second to imagine keeping all that come inside him, full up with all Dream could give him, before he feels the wet rush of it out of his gaping hole behind the tentacles, hears the way it splats on the floor below. Dream has stretched him marvelously open and trying to hold anything in is entirely fruitless, no matter the fantasy. It runs deliciously down the backs and insides of his thighs, his calves, as Dream lowers him and sets him on his feet, holds him until his trembling legs steady.

God, he is such a glorious mess.

Dream has shrunk back into a more person-shaped form, draped in one of his usual robes, by the time Hob trusts himself to stand on his own. He's inhumanly slender and willowy in a very fae sort of way, a handsbreadth shorter than Hob now and his still-otherworldly face is expectant, eager, just waiting for Hob to recover before he speaks; clearly they are not done yet.

"There is one final set of dreams, Hob, that I would claim from your admirers, if you are willing?" Black-clawed fingers reach to toy with the sweat-soaked hair on Hob's chest and his starry eyes blink sweetly.

"Anything you want, love." There's no exhaustion in the Dreaming, either, not if he doesn't want it.

"Thank you, my Hob," Dream purrs, drawing his hands back and rolling his slender shoulders so that his robe ripples off of him like water. Hob follows the movement with his eyes and finds that Dream's traded his cock for a sweet little mound, already dripping, trickling down his silky thighs.

Of course, naturally; they've covered Dream's claim on sucking and fucking Hob; it's only natural—apparently—that there would be people fantasizing about getting serviced by Hob, in turn.

He leans in to kiss Dream, brushes a knuckle over the silky hair above his slit. "And what is it we're doing here, love, mouth or cock?"

"Both, if you please. Leave no doubt. That all of your talents are mine to enjoy."

"Absolutely." He kisses Dream, picks him up with a firm grip behind his thighs, walks him over to the bar. Dream wraps pale legs around him, holds himself exactly right so that his cunt is teasing at the head of Hob's dream-enlarged prick with every step, warm and slick and wet, trickling down the underside of Hob's dick to collect on his balls. Hob is ready to shift him down onto it, put his back against the bar and fuck him senseless, but Dream had asked for his mouth too and Hob is so eager for a taste.

He considers putting Dream on the bar and seating himself on the barstool to eat, but he's still a bit open back there, Dream's eldritch fluids still a slick-sticky mess inside him and all over his thighs, which might leave him sliding around a bit. Plan B, then.

"Up you go, love, lay out for me," he says, sitting Dream on the bar and swinging him sideways so his legs are up on the bar as well. He hoists himself up after, Dream crabbing backwards on his elbows to get Hob in between his legs as they fall open and Hob dives in.

He's up on splayed knees, his well-fucked arse in the air and on display to any who'd like to see while he buries his face in Dream's juicy wet cunt. He groans his appreciation, licking and slurping with noisy enthusiasm; Dream tastes divine, as always, and Hob is suddenly ravenous. Nor does he care if he's blocking the audience's view; even if all they can see are his own hairy cheeks and open dripping hole, they can still hear precisely what he's doing to Dream.

And Dream makes no secret of it either, loud moans and sharp gasping cries that tell everyone gathered exactly how good Hob is at this particular art. Dream's hands—there are four of them again, and god but that's still so hot—Dream's hands are all buried in Hob's hair, stroking, tugging lightly, holding his head while he works.

Once he has lapped up most of the silky fluids spilling out of Dream's cunt, he slides three fingers deep into his pretty pink hole, crooks them so that Dream cries out, pulls sharply on his hair. Grinning, he sets his fingers to work, thrusting and stroking in merciless rhythm while his tongue flickers delicately all over Dream's straining clit. Dream gasps and cries out and clenches tight to his hair, hips tilting up into his attentions; Dream moves one set of hands, strokes them over the bare skin between Hob's shoulder blades and down, stretching and shifting form as they go until there are two tentacles at Hob's open arsehole, burrowing inside him and wriggling eagerly.

The sudden stroking fullness has Hob groaning, mashing his open mouth ardently to Dream's cunt, fingering him desperately all the while. His knees slip a little wider, encouraging the tentacles to delve deeper, his upsized dick just bumping the surface of the bar; he flicks and laves his tongue all over Dream's clit, drooling on it helplessly as he gasps and moans, flexing and squeezing around the flesh within him, just barely rutting the tip of his prick against the bar top and working his fingers deep inside Dream.

Dream is wailing, legs trembling, spindly clawed hands buried tight in Hob's hair and then with a shriek he is clamping down hard and rhythmically on Hob's fingers, thighs squeezing tight about his head. A jet of fluid hits Hob's chin and he shifts, mouth open, so that it hits his tongue instead. He groans, salty-sweet liquid fountaining into his mouth and running out again, collecting on the bar top beneath them. Hob crooks his fingers sharply, earns a jolt and a cry and another jet of fluid to his waiting tongue. He swallows a bit, savoring it as Dream finally goes limp, his narrow arse splatting prettily in the puddle that's formed beneath him.

His tentacles are still moving inside Hob, deliciously insistent; Hob is sure he's dribbling precome on the bar top and then there's a ripple of motion and Dream has hands on his shoulders again, the tentacles disconnected just like he'd done in the middle of the actual New Inn earlier and still wriggling away inside him, a good bit on the outside as well. Surely it looks ridiculous, like he's got two stub tails wagging to the gathered crowd but he doesn't care, it feels amazing and his focus is on Dream, just Dream.

Dream is panting, desperate and insistent as he hauls Hob's fluid-glazed face out of his cunt, hands tight in his hair. "Your cock, Hob Gadling, give it to me—"

Hob doesn't need telling twice. He scrambles upright on his knees, spreads them as wide as he can in the puddle of Dream's fluids, wraps his arms around Dream's thighs and hauls him up into his lap. His upsized prick finds its target unerringly and he thrusts in eagerly, earning a cry from Dream and a delirious plea for more, harder. The thick tendrils in his stretched-out arse writhe deliciously in exactly the right spot and it's so fucking good, sitting speared on that squirming mass with Dream sopping wet and steaming hot around his dick, with the heady scent of Dream all over his face and Dream laid out wailing in pleasure before him. One of Dream's arms is curled above his head, grasping at his hair; another is flung over his eyes and the other two hands flutter black claws delicately over his nipples and scrabble at the bar top, helpless and overwhelmed as Hob drives into him again and again.

Hob looks down his own body, past the damp curls of his chest hair and the ragged remnants of the costume skirt to where his dick disappears into Dream's slick pink cunt, pistoning in and out; he sees the swollen bud of Dream's clit straining and neglected between those shining wet folds and that just won't do. He briefly considers dreaming himself a third hand to take care of it, but between the fucking he's giving and the fucking he's getting he doesn't think he's got the focus. Besides, Dream's got extra hands right there—

"Touch yourself for me, love, let me see your fingers on your beautiful clit while I fuck you, Dream—"

Dream moans, moves a hand instantly to obey, slender fingers with their elegant black claws sliding close on either side of the little bud, stroking circles against the side of it with careful fingertips, another hand pinching a nipple at the same time. His head arches back and he cries out, gasping, so much wetter in an instant that Hob's barely got any friction inside him. It's glorious, but also frustrating and he speeds up, fucks harder, clenching tight on the wriggly bits in his arse at the same time, chasing orgasm with abandon.

Dream arches against the bar, legs trembling in Hob's hold, wailing a long note of ecstasy that climbs higher as Hob leans forward. He plants his hands on the bar top next to Dream's ribs, Dream's knees hooked in his elbows, and pummels into him until Dream is screaming, spraying liquid between them again in a glorious mess that Hob fucks right back into him, that runs down Hob's thighs to expand the puddle beneath them. Dream is panting these short sobbing moans with every deep thrust and one of his hands clings behind Hob's neck; the one that was just on his clit touches Hob's cheek, slick and wetness fragrant upon it as he combs it back into Hob's hair and clenches tight, tugging beautifully. His other two hands skitter down the bare diamond of Hob's back and scrabble wildly at his arse beneath the remains of his skirt, clutching, pressing, as if he could pull Hob any deeper inside himself. And then they change, shift, returning to the thick tendrils of before and slithering to reconnect with the bits detached earlier. Proper tentacles again, they quickly establish a rhythm, fucking into Hob in perfect counterpoint to his own pounding thrusts into Dream, who is coming again, warm liquid flooding between and beneath them. He's clinging and trembling around Hob's neck and gasping in his ear, and thank fuck this is a dream because they would never get the bar food-service suitable again—

The combination of Dream's dual-wielded tentacles and Dream's soaking wet cunt mean he stands no chance of lasting more than another minute and indeed he doesn't, pumping furiously into Dream's jackknifed body until it overwhelms him and he spills with a grunting cry, gasping, groaning, Dream squeezing tight on his cock again and again and wriggling ferociously inside his arse to milk him absolutely dry.

He collapses at last, panting heavily, disentangling his arms from Dream's legs and propping himself on his elbows. Dream's extra limbs slither out of Hob's arse and become arms again and the crowd, whom Hob had all but forgotten at this point, begins drifting out the doors of the Inn before they just dissipate, the building with them. Dream's hands are still around the back of Hob's neck and Hob dips to kiss him, sated and spiraling high and so very much in love.

When he draws back, they are no longer atop the New Inn's bar but in his bed in the flat above it. Or rather, in an upgraded hi-def version of his bed since this is still the Dreaming, plenty of room to roll about, the sheets just that extra bit softer. Dream is still beneath him and the stupid costume is finally gone so they're pressed naked together under the blankets, no trace of messes or fluids on either of them any longer.

Dreaming cleanup is a blessing, truly, though his brain still insists there ought to be a shower, at some point, just on principle.

He shushes it, kisses Dream again gently, savors this softness and come-down a long moment more. When he lifts away at last, it's with a besotted smile down at his beautiful Dream, and he reaches to brush a stray lock of ebony hair out of his pale perfect face.

"Well worth it, love?"

"Utterly," Dream purrs, with that smile that makes Hob want to offer himself up again. And he could, sure, but they have fucked quite a lot already, and it's really lovely just to lie here cuddling at this point, actually. Hob shifts so that he's beside Dream instead of atop him, pulls him close and nuzzles lips against his forehead.

"The tentacles in my arse while I was eating you out—that was absolutely inspired, love, holy shit." He plants a soft kiss at Dream's hairline.

"You were wet and open and presenting for it; I could hardly leave you unfilled." Dream snuggles contendedly up under his chin, against his throat.

"Hardly," Hob agrees, grinning. "I do hope you got everything you were looking for?"

"Without question," Dream sighs, happy, content, which Hob loves to see more than anything else. "I am satisfied beyond measure, in this regard, to have lain claim to you before all and sundry." He plants the softest little kiss against Hob's adam's apple, worms his arms—he's still got four of them—beneath and around Hob to hold him close.

"I'm glad," Hob says, grin softening to a smile, and he is. He's delighted to have done this for Dream, to have made him happy, to have given him something he wanted. "If you ever want to do it again, or—or anything else of the sort, just say the word. I like playing to your fantasies, that you'll trust me with what you want, that simple ordinary human me can give you something that's maybe just a little bit like what you give all of creation every time they sleep." God, but he gets sappy in the aftermath, doesn't he.

Dream burrows down against him, rubs his cheek against Hob's chest hair. "You spoil me, Hob Gadling," he says, warmth and fondness in his voice. "You know me to be greedy and intemperate, yet you offer so willingly anything I might wish. I should like to do the same for you."

"Oh love, honestly, I'm spoiled enough that I get to have you at all—"

"You had. Many interesting thoughts, during our lovemaking," Dream interrupts, two sets of fingertips tracing up and down the dip of Hob's spine, and abruptly Hob recalls his 'backwards blowjob' idea, the whole thrill of Dream filling him up with come, the potential of those tentacles. "If you wish to explore them, I am at your disposal."

And Hob, well. That's not something he's going to say no to, but.

"I will take you up on that," he says, with a yawn, "but another night. Right now, I'm in a fantastically comfortable bed with my dear, precious love who has just fucked my brains out in so many ways; I should like to hold him awhile longer, sleep with him close and safe in my arms until I wake back in my actual bed."

"This, too, I can provide," Dream says, a soft smile in his voice.

And he does.

= Started: 9/23/23 Drafted: 10/7/24 Posted: 10/9/24

[agentstarkid]

SZÍVEM ✦ DR3

"In the symphony of emotions, "Szívem" resonates as a melody of love and tenderness. This Hungarian term translates to "(you are) my heart" in English and carries a depth of emotion within the context of love. Beyond a mere anatomical reference, "szívem" embodies a profound and sentimental connection. It's a tender expression, encapsulating the heart's vulnerability and openness in love. When someone refers to another as "szívem," it reflects an intimate bond, signifying that their heart beats in unison with the other. It signifies a poetic intertwining of hearts, acknowledging that love is not just a fleeting emotion but a permanent residence within one's very essence. In the language of love, "szívem" conveys a sentiment that goes beyond words, expressing a deep, intrinsic connection and an acknowledgment of shared emotions at the core of a meaningful relationship."

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ fc: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, fluff, mentions of sexual acts, age gap, language, internet meanies, horniness lol.

✦ pit wall live: Holii loves! I'm so sorry for the wait but so much has happened since I posted chapter 3, the main problem was that my laptop's battery died and I had to buy a new one and that took me weeks 😢 but I came back with a new ace up my sleeve...I KNOW HOW TO MAKE GIFS NOW!!! 🤩 (well, kind of lol). Also, I'd like to give a massive shoutout to Tally (@onceuponaoneshotfanfic) for being my personal English-er and always being an angel, letting me bounce on her all my ideas and all my constant ramblings 😝💖 — go and check out her fics, they are masterpieces! PLEASE don't forget to feed this fic monster with reblogs and/or comments! Enjoy this extra sweet chapter! 😘

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

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JANUARY 15, 2021

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yourinstagram SURPRISE!!! Excited to share that my studio album 'Chrysalis' is taking flight tonight at midnight! 🦋✨ To put it plainly, for the first time in my life, I just couldn’t stop writing songs. To try and put it more poetically, this album embodies a journey of love, growth, and the beautiful chaos in between. This couldn't have been possible without my muse, the one who untangled all the strings around my wings that were tied. Now, I remember what it feels like to fly ❤️

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user i would like to apologize now for the person i will become after this album comes out

danielricciardo I'm glad to witness your journey. You're the one soaring, and I'm here cheering you on from the ground. Keep reaching new heights, love ❤️

yourinstagram You might be cheering from the ground, but your love has been the wind beneath my wings 🦋❤️ Grateful for your unwavering support 🥰

lilymhe talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference

user3 "I love you so much and so you can imagine how much, count all the stars and add one more" <- "Tanto" is such a romantic song 😭

user4 i wish i could gatekeep this forever…

user5 we, the dan-y/n nation, claim butterflies as one of our anthems!

userA ‘Enchanted’ will forever be our #1 anthem, but ‘Butterflies’ is #2 🦋

user6 "boys will be boys but girls will be women" you should be damn sure i'm gonna blast that song in the office 24/7

user7 if the word ‘aesthetic’ was an album:

user8 what's everyone's chrysalis holy trinity!?

userA Butterflies, Cowboy Like Me, Golden Hour userB Peace, Lightweight & Little Did I Know — I'm a sucker for songs where the singer shows vulnerability userC userB i did tear up a little bit with Peace ngl — "Give you my wild, give you a CHILD"!?!? SCREAMING!!!! userD is2g miss yourinstagram if you come out announcing a baby ricciardo after this i'm gonna send you all my hospital and funeral expenses 🫠

user9 Mom help my emotional support global superstar is fucking with me again

userA AHDHERKR YEAH userB me every single day, this woman lives to terrorize me lmaoo userC she's insane and i just deal with it tbh I mean releasing a whole album after releasing another one not even 6 months ago?! that's NUTS!

user10 good morning to "With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con" and "You set my world on fire and I know, I know everything's gonna be alright" and "little did I know you would be the one I confide in...Little did I know it was you before I ever decided" and "Never knew I could laugh 'til I couldn't breathe, never thought I could show someone all of me, things are better than they've ever been" and "I watch superman fly away, you've got a busy day today. Go save the world I'll be around" and "My name is whatever you decide and I'm just gonna call you mine. I'm insane, but I'm your baby" and "My heartbeat is a sail, your heartbeat is a wave" and "The way you look at me, I'm starting to believe that I could call you mine and you'd still let me shine" good morning to daniel ricciardo for the masterpiece he inspired.

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FEBRUARY 4, 2021

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danielricciardo To the woman who makes every day brighter and my heart fuller... Happy anniversary, Chip ❤️ Here's to the love that grows stronger with each passing day.

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yourinstagram One year down, forever to go! ❤️ Let's continue reaching for the stars together 😘

georgerussell63 Happy anniversary, lovebirds!

natalie_pinkham Happy anniversary to the dynamic duo! 🌟 Here's to many more years of joy and laughter! 🥂❤️

user Happy anniversary to the power couple that leaves our hearts racing 🏁❤️

kymillman Cheers to the love that keeps burning rubber and breaking records! Happy anniversary, Daniel and Y/N!

yourmomsinstagram Love you and miss you both ❤️❤️

userA not the queen mother only commenting on dan's posts 😂 yourinstagram userA don't be fooled by "both", she only means him. He's her favorite child now 🫡 yourmomsinstagram yourinstagram no seas celosa!! 🤨😅

user2 the difference between their captions speaks so loud lmao

userA maybe daniel is realizing that what he needs is a woman by his side, not a girl. userB uh I think you misspelled it, you meant he doesn't need a SLUT*

martingarrix Who would've thought that when I introduced these two, I'd be creating a masterpiece! 🤷‍♂️ Happy anniversary, you crazy kids!

danielricciardo Haha Garrix, the man of many talents! Thanks for playing Cupid that night, mate!

ausgp POWER COUPLE GOALS!! 😭

scottyjames31 Who knew Daniel's biggest accomplishment would be convincing Y/N to love his terrible jokes? Love sure is weird! Congrats mates! 🎉

danielricciardo I'm sure you can relate mate, right chloestroll? chloestroll all I can say is that yourinstagram and I desperately need a girl's trip yourinstagram i'm already packing my bags babe, see ya at the airport chloestroll danielricciardo 💔 scottyjames31 💔 x2

user3 Congrats! Just feels like male celebrities aren't even trying to find girlfriends over 25 anymore. Well good luck and God bless

user4 Their age difference is so gross 🤢

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yourinstagram Every love story has a beginning, and ours started with a smile. Fast forward, it's been 365 days, countless memories, wild adventures, and a heart full of unwavering love, and it feels like we've only just begun. Thank you for being my constant, my greatest love, and my best friend. Happy anniversary, Danielito! Here's to the countless sunsets, slow-dancing in the kitchen and the beautiful journey of growing together.

I love you ❤️

I'll always feel enchanted to have met you. ✨🃏

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user she loves romcoms so much she’s now in one of her own 🥰

user2 Universe conspired, hearts collided, and now they're inseparable! ❤️

danielricciardo it's been a journey I wouldn't trade for anything, amor 🥰

martingarrix Happy anniversary to the dynamic duo I proudly orchestrated! 😎 As the undisputed mastermind behind this love story, I must say, you're welcome!

itsvittoriasousa uh nope, this was a joint effort 🤨 this wouldn't have happened if we didn't drag her to that party when all she wanted to do was to stay at home and watch re-runs of friends all night 🤦🏻‍♀️ iamdannaschwarz I wouldn't disagree with a pregnant woman if I were you, man 👀 yourinstagram itsvittoriasousa that was a great plan!! but I do prefer this outcome better so, thank you, guys! 😝

corey_wilson Happy anniversary, legends! Watching you two navigate this journey together is pure magic 🌟

zendaya the most attractive couple of all time!! Sorry to reduce you to looks 🤷🏾‍♀️

yourinstagram zendaya if you don't objectify us it doesn't count, babes 💕

user after everything she went through on her past relationships i'm really happy she's found someone who could love her and cherish her how she deserves! 🥹❤️

kristenanniebell Happy anniversary to the couple who defines love and friendship in the most beautiful way! ❤️

selenagomez such genuine souls 💕

user2 they just called me single in too many languages 😭 this video is so adorable! I feel like we are intruding in a sacred moment

userA their song choice is making me cry even more because ‘start of something good’ by daughtry conveys a sense of hope and optimism and the anticipation of a promising journey ahead and it's just perfect for them 😭❤️ userB He kisses her three times when "and all my scars don't seem to matter anymore 'cause they led me here to you" plays and now I'm on the fucking floor sobbing 😭

jvn Don't mind me, I'm just here melting because this is too damn cute 💖

user3 lucky girl, she is not that pretty, nothing special in her beauty

fioamato Happy anniversary, you two lovebirds! 🥂 Can't believe it's been a whole year of watching your love story unfold. Here's to many more chapters filled with laughter and adventures! Love you both! 💖✨ #ThirdWheelingForLife

user4 this looks like a fresh faced teenager with an old geezer. it's weird. Anyways, this relationship is not gonna last

donatella_versache Wishing you both a day as fabulous as you are ❤️

salmahayek Happy anniversary, danielricciardo and yourinstagram. Your journey is a testament to the power of true love. Here's to many more years of happiness! 🍾💖

user5 I’m gonna hug a tree at 90mph

user6 not my heart melting for these two 😭

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MARCH 9, 2021

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yourinstagram Giddy up, loves! 🐎✨ Excited to unveil the 'Cowboy Like Me' music video! This marks my directorial debut, and who better to have as the leading cowboy than the hottest man in town 🤤 This song, this video — it's all about him. Get ready for a wild west love story with a dash of cuteness, a sprinkle of sexy, and a whole lot of us. Join the ride! 🤠

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danielricciardo Howdy, need a ride? 😏 You know what they say about a cowboy with a large belt buckle 😏

yourinstagram oh sir, i'm feeling really very altruistic lately and y'know what they say... save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤘🏼😜 btw it's that a pistol in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? 😏 userA hello? 911? 👮🏻‍♂️ right here these two are being horny on main AGAIN 👀👀👀 JAIL TIME!!! 😩 userB I SPAT MY WATER!!! 😳

danielricciardo I had a hog-killin' time filming this 🤠 i'm waiting for my academy's nominations already 😎

user Mami? No. Mami? No. Mami? No. Mami?? 🥵🍑

camila_cabello OMG YES YES YES 🔥🔥🔥

lilyjcollins Always in awe of you 😍

user2 cant wait for y'alls kids to look back on this video in 20 years and be like wow my parents are so fucking cool

chloestroll forever obsessed with you ❤️

michaelitaliano i'm free next time you need an extra, just saying

yourinstagram sure, you can be the rodeo clown. I know you are a natural 😊 user lmaooooo 💀💀💀 it screams sibling energy 😂

user4 THE TAG PLACEMENT I CAN'T 💀💀 MISS Y/N YOU'RE A SAVAGE

user5 He's so proud to be with her!!! No one else has showed this amount of pride — they are both glowing 🤧❤️

lilymhe not a crumb was left 👏🏼 literally ICONIC

user6 He doesn't wreck her plans he helps them happen 😭

user7 she gives off desperate for attention vibes

user is it her or is it you hun? get off of her page

user8 LOOK AT MY MOM AND DAD!! 😭❤️

user9 WE ARE SHAKING MISS L/N

user10 flop flop flop flooooop 🤡

userA she really is so embarrassing lmao userB she needs to put on some fucking clothes because she looks like a slut 🤢

user11 can you imagine creating so much drama wherever you go, can't be able to keep your legs shut for once, leech off of your bf fame to promote your music video and still being the queen of flop 😂

user12 it is criminal how good they both look in this 🥵 when he had his hand lingering on her waist at the bar????? i was about to fucking COMBUST!!

userA what about at the rodeo??? when she runs her hands on the back of his shoulders and winks at him??? 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 userB this whole video is a religious imagery fr userC the little scenes of them in bed and around her room and house??? MADE ME REALIZE THAT I WAS NEVER AS STRAIGHT AS I THOUGHT I WAS 🤯😩

user13 the harries miss her so much 😭 but she looks so happy, she's absolutely glowing and I can't help but feel so happy for her ❤️ I hope he gives her the world because she deserves it so much ❤️🥺

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APRIL 1, 2021

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vanityfair When fame meets speed, love takes an exhilarating ride! #Y/NL/N and Formula 1 star Daniel Ricciardo heat up the cover of VF's April issue, sharing their rollercoaster ride of love, the challenges of distance, and electrifying plans that'll leave you wanting more! Their candid insights provide an inspiring portrayal of love amidst fame and busy schedules.

"Love is a beautiful and complex journey, and everyone's story is unique. While I can't speak directly to someone else's personal experiences, for me love has the power to heal and transform," the singer-actress tells VF.

In 2020, they experienced the global quarantine together in Australia, navigated the ups and downs of fame and long-distance relationship, celebrating wins and more.

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yourinstagram Absolutely thrilled for this opportunity and be able to share it with my love. Grateful for each moment and excited for what's to come! ❤️

yourinstagram somebody call the fire department because we are smoking hot 🚒🔥

user 👆🏼 get yourself a woman that can do both 🤭 danielricciardo you lucky mf

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user2 Who knew quarantine could lead to this much romance? 🥰

user3 Dreaming of falling in love during quarantine like Dan and Y/N. Can't relate, but happy for them! 😂💕

user4 suddenly i can't breath 🥵

user5 FUUUCK SHE'S WEARING HIS INITIAL 😭😭

userA smth smth "I want to wear his initial on a chain around my neck, not because he owns me but 'cause HE REALLY KNOWS ME. Which is more than they can say" userB in my eyes that's a big and subtle "f u" to the haters 🤭 userC UGH WHAT. A. WOMAN. 😩

user6 I can't decide if I wanna be Daniel or if I wanna be Y/N 🤯🥵

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MAY 9, 2021

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yourinstagram you make me feel sweet like papaya 🧡

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mclaren Rocking the papaya color like no other 🧡😍

user she slays in every color 🔥

danielricciardo can I have a taste por favor? 👀

user2 #TeamYN forever and always 🧡

user3 her first time on the paddock this year and she ATE 🥰

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[adelheidsideblog]

What is the Axis's type appearance wise?

*For this post, I'm assuming that all variations of the nations coexisted and may use some nyotalia and regular characters to describe their type.

Ludwig:

Likes his partners to be shorter than him

Not too picky on size: he likes that he can throw around smaller partners but likes having more to grab too

Loves a well endowed chest, especially if his partner wears tight shirts or shows a lot of cleavage

Has a thing for brunettes with long hair

As a child/early teenager had a huge crush on Marianne

Feliciano:

He likes strong thighs and a nice ass in both genders, and wants to feel like he can have his head crushed

Likes long hair, or hair at least long enough that he can pull it

Is a sucker for femininity

Really likes blondes: I think it's a given that he's slept with Ludwig but it wouldn't surprise me if he's slept with Alfred too, and probably Amelia. Although to be fair I think he's probably slept with most of the nations at some point.

Likes tall people

Kiku:

I don't feel like he has a physical type so much as an aesthetic one

Again, likes partners that act or dress feminine

Another boob guy! Likes when they can fit perfectly in his hand with not much spilling out (not complaining if there's more or less though)

It might be stereotypical but he really likes partners that dress cutesy: think maybe lolita, hello kitty aesthetic types

Also attracted to longer hair

Loving:

Likes his partners on the softer side, goes crazy for soft tummies and love handles

While he loves ass and tits I feel like he's more into bellies and waists

Goes crazy for little "imperfections" like crooked noses and scars

Not necessarily something he would list off as his type but he tends to be attracted to people with freckles

Likes when his partners have calloused hands, like from playing instruments or work

Gilbert:

Really likes cleavage

Likes brunettes with a tinge of red (think Erzsebet and Feliciano)

Also likes when he's taller than his partners and they have to look up at him

Likes people who are aesthetically kind of cutesy? Again, think Feli (and to an extent Erzsi)

Attracted to people who dress more femininely, specifically skirts

His type can pretty much be summed down to people who aesthetically fall in the same category as Erzsi and Feli, and also Anneliese

[leconcombrerit]

Okay we don't have a lot of time to clown around and I love to tap dance with my comically oversized shoes so here we go

Theory one : Anawin wrote a story featuring Damon and the latter somehow escaped the book (as in 'the world he dreamed') to reality and it's kind of a big deal because he's a murderous fancy crazy bitch (/pos). He would be trying to get to the author, Anawin ; good or bad intentions would be anyone's guess. The detective and surgeon are trying to stop him.

Theory two : Same idea, but either one or both of the detective and surgeon are also part of the book. Most likely the detective. He has the right vibe don't ask me I'm following my guts there. Also it would be a terrific Batman/Joker thing and I'm a sucker for this shit.

Theory three : Anawin gets into the book, sort of. I don't like it as much cause this concept is everywhere and I'm sick of it, but I trust the team to get a good execution nonetheless if it goes that route.

Theory four : said murderous fancy crazy bitch is copying Anawin's book. I don't know how he'd have gotten his hands on the manuscript, but anything goes. I don't really see it though. It doesn't fit the eerie aesthetic as well.

[holybibly]

omg! thank you for replying mommy :(( i was crying cuz i felt so insecure and ugly..but that made me feel better

I'm glad I could cheer you up and make you feel better. But, you know, I'm really good at reading people, right? I've never been wrong in my judgement, so I'm pretty sure Yunho likes all this.

Just watch the way he touches the members, carefully and casually placing his hand on their hips or their lower backs. It's a heavy, dominant touch, full of power, and he definitely likes to make people feel small in his presence.

And while we're on the subject, I also think that for almost all of our boys, the shape of their partner doesn't really matter. The only ones who might care about it are Yeosang and Jongho, I can't really explain it, but it's just a feeling. It's enough to know how picky Jongho is about his own clothes, so it seems to me that he has certain requirements about his partner's appearance. And Yeosang, well, he has a very specific aesthetic, so he's looking for a girl who matches that.

As for the other boys, they're attracted to different things. For example, Hongjoong is more concerned with the feeling of comfort and care that his partner will give him, and that's what attracts him to Seonghwa, which is why they're such good friends.

San, well, he's not particularly interested in his partner's body, he's more interested in the feeling of confidence he feels around his girlfriend, the fact that he can make her blush and get wet so easily gives him confidence and that excites him. He also really likes, if I may say so, "milk girls", no matter who says that San is more attracted to the ass, I'm 100% sure that he is crazy about soft, big breasts. He can suck, lick and fondle his girlfriend's breasts for hours.

Seonghwa is more attracted to the feeling of power, just like Yunho. He's very dominant in relationships and I think Hwa can be a bit toxic, he just wants his girlfriend to look at him, want him and worship him.

Wooyoung is a very sensual and dominant lover and he wants to feel completely surrendered in a relationship and if he feels that from his girlfriend he doesn't really care what kind of body she has.

And Mingi, damn it, he's definitely into curves - juicy, soft, delicious curves. He's also a sucker for breasts, just look at him drooling over his fans' cleavage on the fan meetings.

[jesters-constantly-writing]

HIII!!🎀

First of all, your page/ aesthetic is so cute!!! Also TBHK writer spotted :0!!!

I'm a sucker for tbhk 😞🫶

So could I please request Teru Minamoto with an s/o who likes making things and gifting them to him? Like you know, those people with ten bazillion hobbies? Maybe they knit/crochet him a muffler or bake him cookies or sculpt him something from clay or make him a paper bouquet or make them matching stuff, etc!!

I'd really appreciate it if you could write for me! I really, really like Teru's character-

But it's okayy if you reject my request!🫶🫶

Thank you for your time!! Hope your blog grows rapidly 💌!

A/N: OH MY GOD HIIIII AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT GET TO THIS SOONER, ITS BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH ME DHSKSBKSS!!! YOURE AWESOME AND IM ALSO A SUCKER FOR TBHKKKKKKK 😞🙏🏻

TY FOR COMPLIMENTS AND REQUEST, HOPE TO GET MORE FROM YOUU <333

SORRY IF TERU IS KIND OF OOC ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE IVE WATCHED TBHKKKK BUT HERE WE GOOOOO!!! ENJOY!! :3

CW: None

Genre: Pure FLUFF

Synopsis:

Teru Minamoto—one of the most popular guys in school—gets gifts all the time. Not a big deal, right? He never seemed to mind much. Not until you came along <3

This is GN!Reader btw, hope ya don’t mind :3

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“Wow…. Yet another gift? You sure you aren’t getting tired of them?” A peer of Teru’s questioned as he stared at the gift bag that was left on his desk. He stared back at them and smiled.

“Jealous, are we?” He asked with a smile. Currently, he was sporting a necklace made by his partner. His partner was notorious for gifting him many things. Why in the bag, there was fresh cookies, a knitted sweater, a clay painted heart, and a scrapbook. His partner, you, gave him so many things… they all laid carefully in his room. To be admired. To be worn. To be cherished.

“No I’m just…. How do you own so much stuff? Like…. Are you able to keep every single thing?!”

“Well of course I am. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Teru smiled and picked up the bag and looked at the peer in question, “Now if you’ll excuse me…” He went off, to find his partner.

He made his way outside, a plethora of people talking as they looked at him and his bag, while he did so. He found you standing outside, trying to attempt to hide something as best as you could. He watched and smiled, walking closer. He was almost like a cat with the way he walked. Quietly, carefully…. Almost like he was meaning to scare you.

Teru put a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly as you turned your head back to look at him. “Well hello there, darling.”

“Teru! Hi!” You smiled as you turned around, still keeping something hidden behind your back. Teru tried to look over to try and see what it is, but you made sure it was hidden nice and well.

“Darling? What are you hiding?”

“You’ll see in a moment! Tell me what you thought of your surprise!” You smiled as you walked closer to him, slightly elevating yourself to be closer to his lips. He smiled and kissed your head gently.

“They were all very thoughtful, like always, darling.” Teru smiled and ran a hand through your hair with his free hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it every time…”

“Welllllllllllll….” You smiled as you pulled out what was behind your back. A stitched teddy bear….. you could tell it was home made based on the stitching job. Some of the threads were still hanging off—not yet cut off and the right eye wasn’t sewed perfectly on.

Teru stared for a moment, marveling in the work and craftsmanship of the bear. He smiled and looked at you, watching as you messed with your necklace. “You made this?”

“You know it! Finished it in class!” You smiled and hugged onto his arm. “You think it looks good? I couldn’t tell because it was my first time ever but I really wanted to go all out for you…”

“Oh darling…. It’s perfect.” Teru kissed your head and smiled at you with a soft sigh, “It’s perfect….. like everything you have for me….”

“Yay!! I’m glad!!” You exclaim with excitement, looking at him with the brightest smile ever. That smile. That’s why he loved everything you made him. Sure, it was nice to know he was cared for because of these gifts…. But it was also because it made you so happy. And it made him happy to know that you spent all this time and dedication on something you loved to do.

After a moment, you both began to walk home. He dropped you off at your home, walking home himself after. He made it to his house, greeting his younger brother and sister as he walked to his room to unwind.

Upon entering his room, one would see many gifts scattered around. On his desk you could see every claw creation, every matching necklace and bracelet, and paper flower bouquets you’ve ever made for him, on his walls every hand drawn card you’d ever handed him, a corner of his room filled with old cookie tins that used to be filled with the delicious treats you’d given him, and on a hook on the back of his door with every knitted scarf you’ve ever made him. He had everything. Every. Single. Thing.

He gently placed down the bear on his bed, placing the bag down and rummaging through it quietly to find where each part went. Up went another hand made card on the wall, down went another clay creation and freshly baked goods on his desk. Up went the knitted sweater on the book, down went the scrapbook onto his bed next to the bear.

He glanced around the room and smiled, sitting down. He messed with his necklace for a moment before grabbing the scrapbook, leisurely skimming through the book as he hummed a gentle tune to himself. The pictures you had managed to capture of you and him were cute. Just a compilation of your dates and study halls together. But it was still so damn sweet and he loved it so much.

He laid down on his bed for a moment, hugging onto the bear as he looked up to see the string of pictures of you and him on his ceiling. He smiled and took a deep breath, getting up again to place the scrapbook on his desk.

He was starting to lose room in his room, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care one bit. He loved every gift you ever made him and he refused to throw them away. He refused to ever put them away so the world couldn’t see them.

That would just be disrespectful to his darling, wouldn’t it?

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A/N: AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT DHSKSHSKSJSJS ITS BEEN A BIT SINCE IVE WRITTEN AN ACTUAL X READER 😞🙏🏻 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! MORE TO COME HOPEFULLY AND A MUCH MORE TIMELY MANNER!! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT!! AND REMEMBERED YOURE LOVED AND YOURE AMAZING <33

[weirdmageddon]

personal customization

(originally written 8/24/24 on cohost)

i realize i dont feel like i outwardly personalize the things i own unless they’re gifts from others and i just arrange them.

i live according to my absolute bare needs to an insane degree because i get so involved in my work and in my head sorting abstract bookshelves.

i’ve had my laptop for 4 years and it still never occurred to me to change the wallpaper or customize anything. i just have other things in mind when i boot it up. i keep the same discord icon for months at a time, often over a year.

earlier my mom bought me binders that my looseleaf anatomy & physiology textbook could fit into and wrote my name on them, because it didnt even occur to me to do that. she said, “wow you never personalize your stuff! i have to personalize everything i have! even in college in your dorm room you were living out of your cardboard boxes.” (this is true. one band poster on the wall, one mood lamp, unpacked my clothes into the drawers, laptop on my desk, the small flat-screen tv from my room at home, nintendo switch i barely used there anyway, and that’s it. everything else was out of the cardboard boxes.)

“you’re like jon who was able to live with a lamp, a single mattress on his floor, and his chemistry research.”

i really could be as long as my physiological needs are met (im sensitive to temperature and humidity so i would need the modern convenience of need air conditioning) i really don't need much.

i just dont think to buy things for myself. i rarely ask for anything either because i don’t think to ask, unless it’s something necessary. i’m extremely low maintenance. literally ive been living off of people’s kindness. i don’t know how to repay it physically but through spending quality time with them. analyzing and explaining to them what it means to me, sage advice, and giving myself to them to solve technical issues, chores, etc..

i greatly admire people who are able to transform a space into something that oozes character and color and feels cozy, personalized, just because. i also find i do also end up doing this... but it's entirely by accident. it turns into a collection of objects i accumulate or am passively drawn to, such as in my own room where i have a black light and a UV-sensitive duvet cover that i thought was interesting and i like having in my space. but i'm not one for really adding or changing the things in my space. it stays pretty inert unless someone gives me a thing, but even then it depends on if i want to keep it and where i would keep it.

does this mean i have no aesthetic preferences? certainly not. i'm a sucker for art and art that conveys a certain inexplicable expression to me. it's extremely important to me. i like looking at it, but it's something i collect and appreciate rather than something i show off i guess. i'd say i do have a distinctive taste, despite my blindness to outward personalization. two tags on my sideblog where i collect things i like (they sometimes overlap):

#aes

#art insp

i have a sleeve of stickers but i don't know where to stick them. i have things that i very much enjoy but for some reason i don't decorate the things i own with them unless the urge is overwhelming. because i think, what if this thing i stick it to gets old? what if something else comes along that i wish i had stuck it to instead? then i'll have to throw the stickers out too. and i'll feel like it was a waste. so i just feel paralyzed, i don't do anything, and it's easier not to think about it and instead focus on other things. or leave it to somebody else, but under my guidance.

i'm the kinda person who will squeeze every last drop out of something before throwing it out. i've been using the same black strapbag since middle school and i just graduated college with a 4-year degree this year. even when it comes to toothbrushes my mom is the one who realizes they need to be changed before i do, because like, they're still workable to me. i'm the complete and total opposite of the fast fashion mindset. i habitually live by the hand-me-down creed. all that matters is comfort, convenience, and lasts a long time. style and appearance is secondary. and i only really worry about it if i have to impress someone or make a good impression, but it's not what i naturally gravitate towards personally as an individual.

i really just don't need much but i profoundly appreciate people who gift me things especially if i will get a lot of use out of them. gift giving isn't how i express my gratitude in return, though, because i'm never fully confident in my gifts unless they're exactly what someone asked for (and they know it), but i think i make up for it in other ways. i will give something i own that's meaningful to me to someone if i happen to like them enough.

i feel bad getting gifts that i know i won't get a lot of use out of because i feel like i let the person down, or they wasted their money despite me understanding it as a heartfelt gift. but i sort of equate the heartfeltness of the gift with how much use potential it has for me, how much i'll be able to get out of it. i feel like i'm cheating them out of something if i can't. they spent their resources for me, and it would be a waste if i couldn't put it to use or appreciate having it for a long time. and if someone does that for me i want to get the most out of it, but i can't get the most out of everything. and it makes me feel bad on their behalf, like i'd want to regift it so they can get their money back if i can't get their money's worth out of it, but i also want them to know i appreciate that they thought of me enough to get me something. but i know people don't take well to that or would find it offensive, even though i don't mean it like that.

my own state of existence is kind of monotonous if i dont have people giving me new impressions. i don’t think about material things except in the sense of how they “have” to be. i just habitually do the bare minimum to be functional without even realizing i can get things that i want to. my own desires aren’t as strong as me weighing pros/cons about how i spend my time and if it’s worth investing my Whole Being into doing something. i end up being on extreme or the other: putting my whole being in or none at all. there’s no half-assing anything with me. im literally incapable of doing it. (executive dysfunction DOES NOT HELP EITHER)

despite all this someone online who doesn't know me all that well (just an acquaintance) described me as having elegant vibes. when people think of elegant i assume they think of physical elegance, but i think mental elegance is a better way of describing me. i know that i love the aesthetic principle of elegance a lot: unusual effectiveness + simplicity. and if that's the basic definition that underlies elegance in artful expression (e.g. visual design) and logical systems (e.g. mathematics), then i would consider myself elegant. i always tend to look for the broadest but most precise encapsulation of a thing, and that in itself carries elegance with it. ...... but i also like a bit of a unique tacky spin thrown in too. in fact, elegance is the reason i started posting on cohost. it's the elegant blogging platform i couldve asked for. fresh start, small space. easy markdown and html options if necessary. starting with visually customizing my page is overwhelming and it always ends up second to its primary functional purpose, which is to transmit the input of words from my keyboard to your computer screen. that is primarily my vehicle of expression of self. it doesn’t mean i don’t admire people’s customization. in fact it’s one of the things i most admire and wish i had for myself. i just get so overwhelmed i don’t even know where to begin, but it’s also secondary to my thoughts and what i have to communicate.

(tumblr edit: well shit lol byebye cohost)

[tezuze]

A hero Hiro and his party

My cringe rambles below the cut- because I can never be short winded!

Hi welcome to the cringe rambles

Okay okay, stupid things I headcannoned:

Hiro

Class: Paladin

Weapon: Gamma sword

Stats: Balanced

Magic: Fire, wind, electric, light, dark (mid level spells)

I want some cool way to incorporate the whole Gammamon thing. Was thinking his sword at least would be cursed and be something only he can control. Maybe the sword can have different modes like the Monado to represent the other evolutions? There's some clever way to incorporate the Gamma gimmick, I just can't fully think of it....

Ruli

Class: Theif/Assassin if that's not too dark

Weapon: Dual daggers

Stats: High attack and speed, low sp. attack and HP

Magic: Wind (low level spells)

The mysterious masked Lirurun!

I know typically the theif class has terrible defense but while I was making these designs I kept going between if she should be a berserker tank like Lamortmon or be a speed type attacker like SymbareAngoramon and Diarbbitmon. Ultimately, I think it'd be cool if she was kind of a blend between the two classes

Kiyoshiro

Class: Cleric

Weapon: Staff (not pictured)

Stats: High sp. attack and HP, low attack and defense

Magic: Healing, electric (high level spells)

Church of Thetis' youngest priest!

Yes this is a fantasy setting, but his wrapped hand still has to hold no significance

His silly little integer overflow/limit break is perfect for an rpg gimmick, but I wouldn't want him to have a special gauge or anything if the others don't. Maybe he can have high healing/low spells initially and then flip to low healing/high spells if his HP is half or less to represent that? Oh that'd be so annoying.... (Also Ruli needs a gimmick)

Digimon-wise, I initially liked the idea of the partners also joining the party for a full team of 6 but I think they'd be too similar to the humans, plus I borrowed too much of the digimon's design for the overall aesthetic of the party not to look boring with digimon included.

My friend came up with the idea that the Digimon could be like spirits, that only certain humans have the ability to perceive, kinda like....

Ghosts.

Ha.

Anyway, if I go with that idea, the digimon could either bless their human with power or they could just be silly little guys that accompany the party.

Wouldn't it be funny if the digimon were the ones that sit back while the humans fight? Okay moving on...

I think Airdramon would be the first form of travel, then Ginryumon to get to other locations. (Then, maybe possibly HoverEspimon for the final form of travel, if I must incorporate them)

Also, clearly Blacktailmon Uver. Acts as a traveling merchant for items and such

And there's gotta be sidequests to add more members of the digimon gang (which means Labramon sidequest!!)

OKAY I'LL ACTUALLY SHUT UP NOW

I'm sorry to put you through that ^^" would love to hear if others have any neat ideas of incorporating stuff from the show into an rpg setting, I am  s u c h a sucker for that kinda thing

[wazzappp]

I am a woman of weak will with no excuse for this @moosemonstrous thank you for being my most trusted enabler advisor and @cicada-candy thank you for your encouragement <3

WOE. GHOST RIDER MAGICAL GIRL AU HELLFIRE GALA FITS BE UPON YE.

Ok so the first genre is High fashion/Familiar themed!

Robbie is in something edgy and asymmetrical. Lots of variations in texture with solid, glitter and mesh areas. A fun grungy makeup style that I thought would suit him well. The more solid areas have a snakeskin texture that I'm not sure came through in the image export sorry lol. Delicate silver pieces help to balance out the harshness of the general aesthetic of the dress. Overall tried to mimic the slithering motion of a snake with the twisting pattern of his dress materials and made it a little more obvious with the snake bracelet.

Danny's focuses on layered sheer materials. Lots of feather and wing embroidery to connect him to his familiar. Nice silver chain around the waist to give the dress some shape and structure and help separate the top and bottom areas. Leg slit to create some interest so things aren't too symmetrical and boring (also you have moose to thank for the boob window lmao). A fun little wing pendant for the back detail ties it together pretty well I think.

JOHNNYYYYYYYYYY pulled a LOT of Avril Lavigne vibes and I'm honestly not sure why. I guess I just really wanted to see in some 'trashy' Y2K fashion (trashy in quotation marks cause I think it's COOL actually) and she's the first person that came into mind. Fur at the top of the dress contrasts with the shiny/glitter material on the rest of it. White tips on the ends of his boots and gloves because of Zaradogs lil sock feet <3. A fun ponytail with some black chain necklaces finishes everything pretty well.

FRANK. DIFFICULT AS ALWAYS. HAD to include fur I had to connect him to Cat-stle somehow. Other than that his look is very Matrix inspired. Very slick and fairly practical. SPIKY ass boots and a fun laceup back add some detail to the otherwise very simple fit. Some mesh areas on the jacket also include just a little bit of variation in texture.

BALLROOM LOOKS!! We getting FANCY.

Something light and fun for Robbie with LOTS of gradient chiffon. A more solid waist wrap to help eccentuate a more solid shape for the more drifting ends of the dress. I'm a sucker for sheer sleeves brother I have no excuse.

EEEEEE PRINCESS DANNY COMING THROUGH!! I LOVE how this one came out! Fun off the shoulder moment with gloves to make sure his arms don't look too plain. Faux silver corset that dissolves into layers of sheer glittery material to form a full length ballgown with lots of nice volume.

JOHNNY YOU GAVE ME TROUBLE. Wanted to include lots of geometric shapes (moose and I looked at QUITE A FEW reference images) so I was able to fit that in with the tessellation patterns on the sleeves and mesh sides, as well as the triangular shape of the top area of the dress. Tried not to overdo the gold glitter by limiting it to a strip down the middle with longer black panels on the sides.

Frank with a VERY classic look I'm a sucker for a square top. He's also got the fun mesh sleeves, this time with some lace patterns. Layered skirt with a bit of volume and glitter ends (I'm a SUCKER for glitter ends). Vibrant red top to show off his signature color with some ribbing to mimic a corset.

AFTER PARTY DRESSES. Fuckin. Euphoria lookin ass dresses. Idk man I just love these kinds of dresses and thought I would go ham at the end for one final nonsense fun look.

[jaspertjunk]

Twisters is really really really good

Maybe more detailed comments later but right now two things

1. This movie is fucking BEAUTIFUL. I'm kind of a sucker for a movie with some aesthetic value, so that probably skews my views on the movie as a whole some. I mean, Baby Driver is my favorite movie if that tells you anything.

2. Where's that post that's been trending about eroticism vs sexualization? This movie had real eroticism in spades. The main characters are romantically interested in each other and they do not make a damn WHISPER of their romantic intentions overt. They don't kiss. They don't even admit to being interested in each other. Their romance is communicated in stares and long pauses and it had me HOOKED.

[lavendergalactic]

Gray & blue for the azk game !! :3

gray: talk about the colors you tend to use in edits! do you like making bright or dark edits? are there colors you dislike editing?

i tend to lean towards making pink edits i think! i love making pink and red edits mostly :D

and i HATE editing yellow or a light green, i don't know why i can just never get it right- except for this yayoi edit i think the yellows in this one are really nice

blue: do you have favorite editors? is there any specific reasoning for your choosing?

@llocket !! 100% locket i really love anything he makes and i am VERY biased but hey i am locket's #1 fan forever >:) she's been improving their graphics so much recently, i love the married in red edits they did today... the improvement is crazy

@saeriji PROUD SAE OG FAN SINCE DAY 1 BRO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 i love all the gifts she's given me, she's so generous and kind T_T and i'm pretty sure she does all her colouring and editing on ibis paint and literally she is just so good at colouring on ibis paint i strive to be like that

@necroangelz OFC! i've seen hir improve SOO much over the past few months, and idol even hit 1k followers recently which is so incredibly deserved

@hiddencircus i always find myself staring at radio's edits for 5 mins straight like... they're all so incredibly detailed and i just feel so much intention and effort that was poured into the edits

@doveish the way shi colours stuff is so nice on the eyes, and i've got to talk with macalo like two times on discord and shi's such a blast to talk to! shi also got me hooked to the lolitawardrobe account on twitter

@narcbf got me super inspired to make shiny buttons / imvu badges, thanks to their tutorial i can make them too now 🙏 also .co/pixelprism is like an angel sent from the heavens i love going there for any resources or really pretty shiny buttons

@herrscherofmemories (YOU!) the absolute IMPROVEMENT i've seen from amaru is so wild to me like i love to see it fr. im in love with this psd of hers, also i forever associate them with any melusine- i see a melusine in the wild and go "OMGG AMARU!! NO WAY!!" also with s = z typing quirks too, i remember my S key hurt too much to press so i settled with what i called "an amaru typing quirk" it was actually really fun

@spiralssyndrome i love love love her colouring on anything, and their melanin edits she does!!!! im a sucker for genshin melanin edits omg... also they're super helpful when it comes to making renders; it's so sweet how willing she is to help me with rendering an image :D also they helped with colouring on my chappell roan buttons 🙏 my hot to go button would be very different without her help thank u

@ideallyadored SUPER DUPER SMOOPER HELPFUL WHEN IT COMES TO GRAPHIC TIPS!! recently told me i should use sharpen on my stamp gifs, i still have yet to figure it out but i can't stop thinking about that tip it lives rent free in my head, i also love their clean aesthetic approach to things all of it is so nice on my eyes

that was such a yap fest i would have gone more but i'd be here for years guys LMAOFOA