#I've noticed I draw this man blushing too much

[ask-the-pearloftheorient]

My Hermano is always shy with you all ┐⁠(⁠‘⁠～⁠`⁠;⁠)⁠┌

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Nah

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man- Part Two//W.W.

Warnings: smut, bathtub sex, curse words, some dirty talk, Willy wanting to fill reader with his cum

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your candy man, your Willy Wonka. You were convinced that his wonder-filled green eyes were burned into your memory forever. Your mind raced with images of his springy dark curls, his creamy pale skin, and his big cock that filled you to the brim. Your pussy ached just thinking about it.

It was a week to the day that he came knocking again. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you opened your door to reveal Willy: brown top hat, purple coat, and the sweetest of smiles.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” you uttered dreamily. Your prayers had been answered: Willy had come back.

“Hey, y/n. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Oh, you’re certainly not bothering me.”

Willy smiled kindly at you, then continued, “I have just been thinking about you, and I wonder if maybe what happened was wrong. I mean, it was absolutely wonderful, but you are a married woman. I would hate for your husband to find out-"

You cut him off as he was speaking, “Don’t worry, Willy. He will never know. It’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” he nodded, “alright then. That’s great. Um,” he looked down at his boots, shyly, “do you mind if I come in? There was something else I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh yes, of course, come in!” you said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, and you stepped aside, letting him by.

Willy walked over to the couch, rubbing his cold hands together. He did look rather cute with his rosy cheeks and slightly pink nose from the briskness outside. “You really should stay inside today, it’s too cold for you to be out there, y/n.” he said.

You blushed at his sweet words, “Should I get you some hot tea to warm you up? Or maybe some coffee?”

“No, no, I really don’t want to trouble you.” he insisted, “Come, sit with me if you would?”

You obliged him, and sat down next to him.

"Look, the real reason that I came by is to ask you if...it was okay, what I did? Was it any good?" Willy cleared his throat, apprehensively, "Did I do a good job?"

You laughed and touched his hand, "Yes, you did. I came twice, Willy. You were a natural. Better than my husband, might I add. And I've been having sex with him for years now. Well, not hardly at all lately, but that's neither here nor there." you shrugged.

"It's just that it was my first time, and I wanted to be sure that you enjoyed it as much as I did." his cheeks became a little bit flushed again, but it was not from the cold this time.

"I definitely did, Willy." you said sincerely, intertwining your fingers with his.

He softly squeezed your hand and nonchalantly looked over to the fireplace area. He shuddered ever so slightly, "That rug."

"Does it do things to you like it does to me? The memory?" you purred as you leaned in close to his ear with an idea creeping into your mind. You bit your lip.

"Yea-yeah, it does. I remember exactly what you looked like laying on that rug.” he turned to look in your eyes. The tension was palpable as your faces were just a few inches apart. “I can't get you out of my head, y/n."

"Ya know, I was about to draw a bath for myself before you came knocking, would you like to get in with me?"

"More than anything." Willy blurted out without hesitation.

.......

Willy had gotten into the hot water first, and you straddled his lap. With the both of you in the tub, the water level was dangerously high. But even if it were to spill onto the bathroom floor, you didn't notice. You were ravaging his lips, and he ran his wet hands all over your body, above and under the water.

Steam rose up from the water, creating a sweltering atmosphere. Your bodies were flushed.

You sank down onto his hard cock, and he rutted up into you. You cried out in pleasure as it slid all the way in. Your breasts bounced, tapping the surface of water and splashing in Willy's face. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him sloppily as you fucked.

You did your best to grind your hips and keep up with him, but it was a losing battle. You were quickly brought to an orgasm with how fast he was thrusting up into you.

You whimpered as your body went limp, but Willy put his arms around you, and continued to pump his cock in and out. "Oh my God! Willy…Willy Wonka!" you cried, having never felt so good in all your life.

"I gonna come, y/n." he stuttered as his pace slowed and he thrusts became sloppy. He grabbed handfuls of your ass, and gave you a few more strokes as he kissed your face. He groaned in a huff, and you felt his cum filling your pussy.

You hugged him tightly, just needing to be close to him. Willy nuzzled into your neck and you rested your chin on his head. You put your hand on the back of his head, his curls at the nape of his neck were soaked as you pet them.

He looked up at you, his arms still linked around your body, "Kiss me?"

You leaned in and smashed your lips to his, "Mmm." you moaned happily against his mouth. You pulled away and he snuck in another peck to your swollen lips. You put your hands on either side of his chiseled cheekbones, "My angel candy man, dropped on my doorstep, so yummy and cute, with a cock made by the devil." you grinned, kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough. He was addictive like chocolate.

Willy chuckled, "I don't want to be done yet. Need to fill you with more of my cream.”

"Ugh, yes, treat me like one of your fine chocolates, Willy. Fill me, I want it.” you begged, moaning into his lips in another eager kiss.

"Turn over, please?" he asked, in between pecks, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

You couldn't deny his request. He was all you wanted, all you thought about and longed for, and you were going to take him as long as you wanted, as long as he was there. You nodded, swirling yourself in the water so your back was to him. Willy pushed you forward, careful to keep your head above water, and he pulled your hips up. With your ass to the surface and facing him, he held your waist, and slid his dripping wet cock inside you again.

"Ah!" you moaned as he thrusted fast, splashing the water and making it slosh out on the floor. The bathroom was filled with the loud splashing noises he created. You braced yourself on the bottom of the tub with your hands. The bath water sprinkled your face and hair with warm droplets as you took Willy's cock over and over.

After a moment, he let out a huff and you felt him release inside you once more. "Wheeew, sorry y/n. It may take more practice for me to last longer." his breathing was uneven as he spoke. He leaned over your back to leave a kiss on top of your head.

"No," you panted, "it's alright, it was amazing. You bring me more chocolate next week and we’ll practice some more.”

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[kimsunos]

IM SO HAPPY UR INTO HYBRIDS OMFGGWHSI

gawd ok it's cliche but idc, bunny!reader and fox!sunoo, horny x horny lmao

going at it for hours on the regular all while being loud asf and not giving a shit abt anything, sooo many quickies and heats go even crazier dare i say it'd make satan blush, a match made in hell for others lmao.

hii baby! dont even know if youre into it still because i made you wait too much for it and for that i apologize 😢 but nonetheless i LOVE rambling about hybrids so here goes nothing.. Also this is very long for no reason

cw: female reader, fox!sunoo, bunny!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, primal play, kinda perv!sunoo (gasp), biting kink, degradation, dacryphillia, dumbification, breeding kink, name calling (bunny, bitch, etc), spit play? (sunoo licks her lmao), sunoo is a sly fox 🧐 also he says "bunny" a lot.

your parents, since you were little, warned about the precautions needed to take as a prey. and as a family of rabbit hybrids, you were, of course, a bunny with big, fuzzy ears on top of your head and a toothy, cute, happy smile.

you always thought this judgement your parents and all the older rabbits had towards predators was stupid. "don't go near wolves", "don't talk to lions", "bears can smell you from miles away", "never trust foxes". this is modern times, we are not savages anymore! oh, if you had just listened to their advice.

"you can't imagine how long i've been dreaming about this." said sunoo, the gentle fox hybrid that every day ordered a drink at the coffee shop you worked, now, not as gentle, as he pushes your head on the mattress and thrusts mercilessly into your pussy from behind. you'd never have imagined that the date and the shy kiss you shared at the end of your work hours would end this way.

"bunny... my bunny," he said, voice intoxicated with desire, and slowed down his movements, lowered himself to rest his bare chest against your back and slowly dragged his nose from your cheek to your neck, sniffing in your scent gland, absorbing it like a hungry man. "oh, god, your scent..." another big sniff, "always drove me crazy, bunny. did you know that?"

with your face on the mattress, you could only whine and wiggle your fluffy tail, voice muffled by the pillow, falling into the pleasure of his cock making you feel so full. sunoo laughed, his movements now at a quicker pace.

"you're so fucking innocent, baby," another laugh, his breath unsteady, going deep at you, hips doing wonders to reach your most sensitive spots. "you really thought i was just a nice guy, huh? coming everyday at your job, sitting at that table in the back... such a nice costumer, big tips too." you could hear the smirk in his voice, condescending tone, his sharp nails drawing circles on your back, gracious movements contrasting with the mess he's making of you. "the truth is, i could barely contain myself in that small cafe, bunny." his scratches would for sure be visible the next day. "so ready to please and so naive. bet you didn't even notice the way my hands would always find yours, the way i watched your movements... or did you?" you whined as he talked. "remember when i offered a bite of that brownie to you? and you sucked on the plastic spoon like a bitch in heat, hungry eyes on mine and shit?"

no verbal response from you but a clench, embarrassed to be caught red-handed. such unwise actions, bunny. a rabbit flirting with a fox? really? and you still had the audacity to think you were in control.

"fucking answer me, bitch." sunoo yanked you by your furry ears, hard enough to lift your body off the mattress, placing your back against his chest again, making you moan loudly. his movements getting faster, skin on skin noises mixing with the red-haired boy's animalistic grunts and your cries.

"s-sun, slow d-down, ple-"

"oh, bunny," he laughs. "you want me to slow down? hm?~" hand still with a firm grip on your ears, causing you to bend your neck in an almost uncomfortable position, if it wasn't for the pleasure washing over all your other emotions. "p-poor bunny, can't handle big dick? this is what you're made for, can't you even do that?" and there you were, crying, overwhelmed by the degradation and how it made your insides even more wet.

"oh, god," his hips hitting even faster now, you could feel him losing all his control. "god, f-fuck- bunny, don't do this to me~" he said, releasing your ears to grip your hips, you could only cry. turning your head sideways, you meet his foxy eyes and vertical pupils now blown out in complete insanity, seeing you cry, your most prey-like state, ears down in submission and everything, it made the predator in him fucking crazy. "bunny- b-bunny, my bunny-" he started licking your tears away, chanting your name like in a trance. "b-bunny, i'll make you m-mine, 'mmkay? will y-you let me?" he kissed your neck, stopping to paint your skin with hickeys then and there. "s-stuff you full of me, baby, knock you up real good, hm?~" his voice was whiny and loud as he bit you, sharp fangs poking at your neck, and another bite, and another, almost like trying to literally eat you alive.

"nnngh- oh, s-sunoo, s'deep, f-full." you mutter, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"shhh, baby- i know, r-right?~ don't worry, turn off your brain, l-let me do the thinking for you."

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Five Long Years (Chapter 1)

aemond x niece!reader

A/N: i've been wanting to do age gap aemond with his niece for a while so when someone requested it, i was going to do a smut oneshot but it turned into this so weee new miniseries

WARNINGS: angsty, there will be incest and future smut

WORD COUNT: 1,059 words

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Five years since you saw him last. Two years since the death of his wife, Cassandra Baratheron and he is now finally coming home. He has travelled much, or at least that is what he says in his letters. Aemond Targaryen is a man of few words in everything but his letters to you, his dear niece who has spent the majority of her life doing no less than adoring him. Seeing him has been the thing you have spent the last month looking forward to and the day has finally come as you make your way to the courtyard.

“Ñuha rūs mandianna, look at how you’ve grown.” (my baby niece) 

You hear the voice from behind you, whipping around to meet his eye. Oh, and grown you have, into your name and into your body.

You hold in your squeal of delight as you walk up to him. “I have missed you, Kepus. I didn’t think you had already arrived.” You breathe out as he takes both your hands in his and brings them up to his mouth for a kiss. You feel your cheeks flush.

“I missed you more.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He must have noticed your blush by now.

“Tell me everything. I want to hear all about Pentos and Naarth and Lys.” You take his arm, leading him forward for a walk so you don’t have to look him in the eyes.

He smiles at how flustered you are. “You would have loved it, darling. There was so much to learn, so much history in every city.”

You listen to him with such interest as he goes on about each city, their people, their clothes. He’s pleased about how you want to hear it all. You’ve walked through the gardens twice by the time he had gotten through the bulk of it but even so, you can feel that he hasn’t told you everything.

“Tell me more, Kepus.” You beg him, never wanting to leave his side again.

“Not all things are for your ears, sweetling.”

You pout. “What do you mean?”

“You are still just a little girl in many ways.” He holds your hand, his thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles.

“I will be married soon. I won’t be a little girl after that.” A hint of emotion flashes through his eyes as you speak the words.

“I’m not so sure you’re ready for that.” He murmurs, looking at your soft hands before you yank them from his grasp.

“How should you know what i’m ready for?” He’s surprised by your sharp response. He never would have expected you to use such a tone with him.

“Because I know you.”

“You knew me. We have not seen one another for years.” There’s hurt in your voice, in your eyes.

“I had a wife to attend to… a child.”

Both who are now dead.

“A woman grown would be able to understand that.” He says, patronizing you.

“I do understand that.” There’s such jealousy in your voice. You just want to be seen by him, in a way that is different from a little girl who is only now slightly less little.

“You have flowered, yes and you have gotten so beautiful but your petulance has yet to escape you.” He speaks so tenderly as he lifts your chin to force you to look in his eye, but you find his words cruel.

“I’m not petulant.” You protest, pulling your face from his hand. You hate his gentle touches when he’s being mean.

“A well-mannered girl wouldn’t speak to her uncle the way you do.”

“I am well-mannered, just not a pushover.” You say back to him.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have looked at a man on his wedding day the way you looked at me.” It stings when he says it. You didn’t even realize he noticed the way you gazed at him when he said his vows, all your longing wrapped up in a single look.

“Will you truly hold me to a look I gave you five years ago?” You want to scoff or say something mean but you hold your tongue instead.

“I was too old for you then.” He sympathizes. You didn’t even realize he knew. Men aren’t unusually so perceptive, especially ones who are barely twenty years old.

“Eight years isn’t so long. Daemon and my mother are sixteen years apart.” You murmur, knowing there’s no point in pretending.

“Her Grace wasn’t twelve when she married him.”

“Lots of girls get married at twelve.” You think of your grandmother who married even younger.

“Yes, lots of girls do get married at twelve… and then they die in childbirth at thirteen.” He states seriously. Aemond has little interest in fucking children, whether they have bled or not. “It was not because I did not like you, mandianna.” He reaches for you again to bring you demeaning comfort that you do not want.

“Stop touching me.”

“I didn’t know it would hurt you so. I had assumed it would pass.” He knows you still yearn for him.

“You think I still desire you? I want a man who will treat me like a woman, not a babe!” You’re angry and humiliated and you lash out, wanting that childhood crush to finally die, because that’s all it could have possibly been, frivolous and childish.

“I apologize. I should not have assumed.” You know he’s saying it just to calm you because a man like him is not so stupid, just arrogant enough to think he could never be wrong.

“I don’t want your purportless apologies.” You say with venom.

He sighs. “Then allow me to give you the gifts I brought for you-”

“You wish to distract me with trinkets?”

He isn’t too sure of what to say. You were much meeker as a girl, easily won over with pretty things and kind words. You’re more confident now… more Targaryen.

“I just do not wish to argue when it’s been so long since I saw you last.”

“And whose fault is that? You’ve had two years to see me… I’m starting to think it’s now too late.”

And with that, you stomp off, leaving Aemond dazed and confused… and slightly impressed. Maybe you aren’t just a little girl anymore.

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[josiesullysblog]

Not so Small Now?

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, breast play?, touching

~Proofread?-yes

~Summary-You are older then Neteyam by a year, Neteyam is a love sick fool and you tell him the only way you mate is if he grows taller then you.

You were 365 and one whole days older than Neteyam. So, your whole life you felt like you had an advantage. In your tiny four-year-old mind you could tell him what to do because you are the oldest. And he blindly listened, “Neteyam go fetch me some beads for my hair!” He’d send you a toothy smile, “okay!” “Neteyam can you find me the biggest fish, please!” “okay, Nova!”

Now, Neteyam was in love with you the minute he met you. Always followed behind you, you were the only person he let walk all over him. You found it fun having the boy wrapped around your fingers, but you never asked too much of the boy.

When you were nine and he was eight, he brought you a handful of flowers, “my Nova!” You had been playing with some older kids when he came running. The older kids started snickering as they noticed his eyes were glued on you, “are these flowers for me?” You smiled and took them in your hand, “can you be my mate?”

Hope was laced in his eyes as the kids behind laughed harder, “she can't mate with you!” You shot them a glare, “I can do whatever I want,” you walked off with the flowers in hand and Neteyam on your trail. “So, does this mean we can mate?” you shook your head, “thanks for the flowers, but we can't mate! We are far too young!” Neteyam frowned, “when we get older will you mate with me?”

You pretended to think a bit, “I’ll mate with you when you become taller than me!” He smiled big, “I've found a mate! I’m going to tell Lo’ak!” he ran off quickly while you sighed, in your little mind he was never gonna become taller than you because you were older.

Neteyam ran all the way home with the biggest smile, “I’ve found a mate!” Neytiri turned quickly looking at the boy crazy, “son, you are far too young to think of such things,” Neteyam shook his head, “I and Nova are promised in the stars! I just have to become taller than her!” Neytiri snickered a bit laughing at the boy. “Well, I can't wait for that day,” Neteyam nodded before finding Lo’ak and telling him the same thing.

Long story short, you were wrong. Very wrong. You had completely forgotten about the bet. You had picked up many new hobbies, one being drawing, so your mind was moving too quickly to even stop and look at the boy. To notice the now twenty-year-old is no longer a child, but a man. Neteyam didn’t forget, he was waiting till after his ceremony to trap you. Not in a weird way, just when you two can be alone. So he can finally confess how he truly feels. How for the last year, since your ceremony, that no man attempt to court you. Your beauty to him was something he only should cherish.

As the months came by quickly, Neteyam’s ceremony was coming quickly. You didn't think much of it, but for some reason, a pain hit your heart when you thought of Neteyam with another. But that's crazy because he was just the boy who followed you around. Right?

You sat in complete silence as you drew the scenery around you. Besides the movement of the wind and the slight rustle of the trees, you were in such a peaceful state you didn't notice Neteyam lurking. You got up leaving your work on the floor to go get some water by the river. You hummed a song as the boy matched your pace, unbeknownst to you.

You bent down carefully feeling the water, you sighed with contentment, “feels good?” Neteyam said coming out from the bushes. You quickly turned as you heard the familiar voice, “teyem I told you to stop scaring me!” the boy simply smirked as he joined you, “well, that wouldn't be much fun.”

Your eyes stuck on the boy as he took his place next to you. Was this the same boy you grew up with? Because the boy in front of you made a slight blush cover your face, and your heartbeat go up a little. “What are you doing this deep in the forest anyway? Don’t you need to be preparing for your ceremony?” you gave the boy a playful smile. “I wanted to see you,” you stood up causing the boy to. He gently grabbed your arm pushing you onto a tree. It was then that you noticed how much the boy had grown. How he was much stronger than you, how held be able to do anything to you.

He chuckled as a noticeable blush covered your face, “not so small now, huh?” you looked away from the boy who was quick to grab your chin. “Aw, the baby can’t keep eye contact?” you crumbled under his gaze, “shut up, Neteyam,” his gaze only intensified, “I've been quiet about how I've felt for the last year, baby.” his hands trailed down your body as he spoke, causing small gasps to fall out. “For the last year, ever since your ceremony, I’ve prayed to Ewya that you may never find another. Or I don’t know what I'd do,” his words caused a feeling in between your legs. His hands stopped on top of your breast, softly touching the nipples, he squeezed the nipple hard, a loud moan coming out as a result. “Dear Ewya, even now I'm so tempted to bend you over and fuck you.”

He dragged your hand over his hard cock, “feel this? This is what you do to me, pretty girl,” your eyes were locked with the boy’s as he continued his assault on your breasts, you gently placed a hand on his face bringing it closer to you. “If you don’t stop now, we’ll get in trouble,” your words of reason were true, but you wanted him to continue going.

“Listen to me, the minute we are finished with that ceremony, I'm going to fuck you.” he let go of you, helping you off the tree. The whole walk home, your mind was going crazy. You could not wait till after that ceremony.

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Lazy ending ik:( I’ll definitely try and update this, but thankfully I was able to write! I have an important test coming up so I won't be able to write till this weekend but hope you enjoy it!!

[applestorms]

do you have lawlight fic recs

*cracks knuckles*

(Not) According to Plan by FlamesRise: this fic was Fundamental to me figuring out what my ideal light (smut) characterization is. fun lawlight lawyers au that is also mostly kinda just about light manipulating himself into an uncomfortable sexual scenario yay👍(this really sets the stage for what the rest of these recs are gonna look like so prepare yourself lmfao. aka these are gonna be like, 90% questionable smut and/or dead dove, i just don't read much else... 🫠 oops)

blood in the walls of the yagami house (series) by qu_ilinn: gotta put the lawlight brocon on there since this is basically what got me into the DN fandom. grins. one of the best Terrible Horrible L depictions ever, i love this series sm lolol <33

rewards for fools by autumnstar88: cough. and so we notice a trend. this is once again light putting himself in a horny situation he's uncomfortable with and then freaking out as he likes it too much LOL, this time set immediately after he gets his memories back during yotsuba. light in a skirt, what else is there to say.

caligula would have blushed by findingsaturn: medical kink going wilddddd this blew my fucking mind the first time i read it. an absolutely delectable ratio of body horror to weird sex stuff, chefs kiss. i also rec corrosive wash and self-surgery, by the same author.

literally anything from the alignmentverse by praise_lilith and tsukinousagi: this is easily one of my favorite lawlight series, every single fic in this collection is absolutely fucking golden. 10/10 some of the funniest light and L characterization ever.

A complex fool and a simplex fool. by gomikyun: also some hilarious lawlight characterization, this time in the canonverse. i don't usually go for bottom L but this is The Exception. shout out to that one time i took like three hours searching for this just to find this stellar quote:

Why, why didn't I do this before? L has to hold himself back from letting out a whiny groan. He should have just pushed Light down and fucked himself ontop of him instead of playing tennis on that stupid fucking court. Would have been a great icebreaker. And made headlines, probably. ‘Hideki Ryuga and Light Yagami, top scorers on the To-Oh entrance exams have a friendly game of… gay sex on the tennis court. This year is looking to be quite interesting!’

Diamond by exAm: another top 3 for me in terms of lawlight being funny and horrible. one of if not The best het lawlight dynamic i've ever read (man light/woman L, in this case). light is such an egotistical, stupid asshole here, hubris through the fucking roof, and it works fantastic. also fun to see L dealing w/ canon-typical DN sexism LMFAO

Back to then by LiveLongEatWell: this one just has great smut idk what else to say. shrugs. also L obsessively fucking himself into the worst possible scenario lolol here's how KIRA could've actually won

Trading Blows and Idle Hands by gayraito (Mercurial_Magic): more yotsuba smut shenanigans, very fun. honestly most things by this author are great, hard to pick just one... The Gift is also great and somewhat inspired some of my own android light in superegos (read my lawlight fics too 🫵 boy)

draw it out by emmerii: VERY noncon no-memories light. smiles. this one makes me actually insane hides in my evil little corner

actually if we're doing the more heavily dead dove ones, there's also Take Me With You or Let Me Follow by WhyDoesEverythingHappenSoMuch and I will take what's mine, create what god would never design by FlamesRise for the specific concept of L being a freak over L's corpse. necrophilia warning? :]

Kouyaku by Not_default: basically a KIRA wins au where L doesn't actually die. sometimes L deserves to be the one locked in the basement ig. very very nice

The Dreadful Need by the_gabih: somewhat non-traditional omegaverse au that is also just about very dubcon prison sex. this makes my brain fucking melt please don't ask why

Perfect Life by foreskinsmoothie: probably the longest thing on this list, this one Fucked Me Up when i finished it a couple weeks ago. OCD light to the extreme, which is additionally Made Worse by L kidnapping him for shits and giggles 👍 that being said, i absolutely adore the ending of this one, so. if you can get past the graphic self-amputation, this is a (very fucked up) lil treat :>

Kira's Guide to the Munchies by plant1r: ok this is more like matsulight but i have to include it for light's characterization alone, AND ALSO NEAR. one of the best near depictions ever. this is hysterical, my favorite weed light fic everrr

praise the sweetness by cxtangerina: read my fic boy 🫵 cult leader L au. unreality apocalypse world wammy's cult weirdness. what more can i say. this is probably gonna have a meronia sequel in the near future so watch out for that (after i post this other lawlight fic anyway, which is ALMOSTTT done uwu everybody clap)

that enuf for you anon?

[guizika]

Vampires!

Dean Winchester x Male Reader

Cw - Male reader, you/yours pronouns, fluff, Mention of death, violence, drinking, maybe it’s a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You decide to go to a bar to forget your problems, but unfortunately you end up finding more problems, but you also find a solution.

Word count - +1500

A love disappointment, problems at work and some encouragement from your friend were enough to make you go to a bar. The bar was located in a more secluded part of town, and most people went there at weekends.

You left the house wearing your favorite outfit, a white T-shirt and black pants. When you got to the bar, you ran into your friend, who was already drinking and hitting on the bartender. As you approach, you nudge her shoulder lightly and she lights up when she sees you. "You really came!"

"Of course I did, I'd never miss a chance to drink myself into a stupor." You say jokingly, smiling amusedly. Soon, you sit down next to her and order whisky to drink, chatting about silly things. Some stories have already been told, but they're still funny. You drink and laugh as you reminisce about your teenage years.

"Remember when you and Willian nearly blew up the school laboratory?" She says, laughing out loud as you let out a nasal laugh. "Firstly, that was far from an explosion and, secondly, it was all Willian's fault." You say defending yourself, laughing as you remember that day.

"Hey, do you remember when you flooded the bathroom at school?" Her laughter stops and then she blushes with embarrassment, drawing a genuine laugh from you. "It wasn't my fault, I was unfortunately in the bathroom and then disaster struck." You finish your whisky and then smile sarcastically at her. "Yes, of course, whatever you say."

Before you can order anything else to drink the Bartender hands you a beer, causing you to raise an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, but I think you gave it to the wrong person, I didn't order a beer." The bartender smiles at you and then points to a man sitting on a bar stool by himself. "That man sent you that drink."

Your gaze goes in the man's direction, analyzing his face, he notices your gaze and smiles seductively at you, then takes a sip of his beer. "Oh my God, you have to go to him now!" Your friend whispers to you excitedly, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Don't worry, I've already found someone I want to stay with tonight." She says as if she knew what you were going to say, making you sigh with relief.

"Wish me luck." You smile and then walk over to the man, clearing your throat to talk to him. "Ah, hello, did you send me the beer?" He nods and then you sit down next to him, your beer in hand. "So, what's your name, handsome?" He smiles and then takes a sip of his beer.

"James Hetfield, but you can call me daddy, and what would your name be, sweetie?" he says, smiling seductively. He says, smiling seductively as you raise an eyebrow and laugh slightly. "Oh yes, you're the lead vocalist of Metallica, I'm John Lennon, nice to meet you."

He laughs, catching your drift. "I'm Dean, now, what's your name?" He takes another sip of his beer as he waits for your answer, after you reply he smiles and then looks around. "Right, well, what do you say we get out of here, sweetie?" His tone comes out suggestive, making you smile and then agree immediately. You finish your beers and then leave the bar kissing, you go to his car and then he takes you to the motel room where he's staying.

"Just don't make too much noise." He says between kisses, making you bite his lower lip and smile seductively, he lays you on the bed and you continue kissing.

…

The next day you open your eyes and see that the man is still asleep, so you get up and put your clothes on. After buttoning up your white T-shirt, you go out and then order a cab on your cell phone.

You see that your friend has sent you a few messages and you laugh, opting to reply when you get home. The cab arrives, you get in the car and say the address, driving home.

...

After two months, a lot of murders began to occur in your town, worrying most of the population. These crimes usually occur at night, so many people stop going out, but that doesn't stop you from going out to cool off.

The bartender looks at you and greets you, smiling and then placing a glass of whisky in front of you, already knowing what you were going to order. You finish your drink and the bartender hands you a Cuba-Libre. "That's the man who told me to give it to you." You look at who the bartender pointed to and notice that the man has pale skin and long black hair, he smiles and then walks over to you. His gaze never leaving your face, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

"Wow, what does someone like you do in this kind of place?" he asks, smiling and looking at you seductively. You take a sip of the drink he's sent you and smile kindly. "Just enjoying life, that's all, how about you?" The man seems to like your answer, looking you in the eye and then taking a sip of his drink. "I'm just enjoying life too."

After talking for a while, you leave the bar, he kisses you and takes you to his car. "Well, you're very handsome, I confess I'm sad to have to kill you." Hearing his words, your eyes widen and you try to push him away, only to be surprised by a blow to the back of the head, knocking you out. You hear other people's voices and then faint.

…

"What the fuck, ouch." You feel a strong pain in your head, probably because of the blow, you try to get up or move your arms but realize you're tied up, becoming more aware of your current state.

"You're finally awake, I thought you'd died from the blow." The barman's voice echoes off the walls of the shed, he turns on the light and your eyes close, opening only when you've gotten used to the brightness. "Where am I?" Your voice comes out hoarse, probably because your throat is dry.

He laughs, the laugh containing malice. "Well, you're in the nest." Your expression shows doubt. "Nest?" The man snorts, then opens his mouth and bares his fangs. "Yes, well, I'm a vampire and this is my nest, there are lots of vampires here." You stay silent, trying to process what he's said.

"Vampires?" You whisper, making him smile. "Yeah, I'd explain it to you, but there's no point because you're going to die soon." His words make you squirm as he approaches, screaming and begging for help even though you know it will be in vain. However, before he gets too close to you, the sound of a door opening can be heard and then he turns around to see two men.

You look too, relieved that someone has arrived, but after looking for a while you realize that one of the men is Dean. "Hey, bloodsucker, how about you come over here and face us?" Dean says and then the vampire charges at them, but he's easily defeated.

"Hey, how are you?" The taller man comes towards you, cutting the ropes that bind you and helping you to your feet. "Well, I almost got killed by a, uh, vampire, I guess, but I'm fine." The man smiles embarrassedly and then introduces himself. "I'm Sam Winchester and that's my brother, Dean." You smile and then introduce yourself.

They get you out of there and then take you to the car, you lean against the car and then cross your arms. Sam leaves you and goes to talk to someone on the phone, leaving you alone. Dean ends up explaining their work to you, causing you to let out a sigh.

"Well, I had no idea that James Hetfield also hunted monsters." You say in a joking tone, smiling in a relaxed way. "But seriously, that was super unexpected, like, I never imagined that these things actually existed." Dean laughs lightly and then lets out a snort, looking away.

"Well, I don't think anyone really wants to imagine that sort of thing." After he says that, you look at each other, until Sam arrives and clears his throat, making you look embarrassed and then look at him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Dean." You just smile and shrug, watching the two of them walk away, talking about something you can't hear. After a while they come back and Dean lets out a sigh and looks at you.

"Looks like we have to go, another case has come up." His tone contains dissatisfaction, but he tries to mask it, you let out a sigh and then smile at him. "All right, but when you pass through this town, come and visit me."

Dean brightens up and then takes his cell phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. "I've got a better idea, put in your phone number, so we can, well, keep in touch."

After that you both get in the car, he drops you off at your house and then he drives off, heading for the place of the next case.

Maybe you'll meet again in the future...

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[frozenprocedural]

Nudity and Love

Happy New Year! Based on this post from a while ago.

Rating: T (nothing really spicy in this one, just mentioned nudity)

“So… I'm sure it's pretty obvious, but I've never done anything like this before, so… um, am I really naked, or do I get a towel…? I'm so sorry, I'm not trying to be flippant, it's just…”

The blue-haired woman- Lexi, he thought her name was?- chuckled and waved a hand. “Don't worry, it's normal to be nervous if you're not familiar. Yes, you are fully nude, but everyone here has done this many times. They're here to make art, that's all. Everyone is very professional, I promise. They can't be in this course otherwise.”

Alarik nodded, following maybe-Lexi to the studio.

He'd found the flyer- or rather, had the loose flyer smack him in the face- on his walk across the courtyard. He intended to throw it in the trash bin, when he actually read it. At first, reading about being a nude model made his mouth turn up, but then he noticed it would be a paid position. He shook his head, scoffing at the thought, but just before reaching the bin, he gave it a second look. And then a third. And then pulled his phone out to call the number.

It wasn't like he really had to do all that much.

Lexi led him to a small windowless room- more of a closet- and gave him a robe. “The room is locked, and I'm the only one with the key, so you can keep your belongings in here. Once you're undressed, put on the robe and go to the studio- right at the end of the hall.”

Alarik stared for a long moment at the robe after Lexi left. Then he shrugged and began to tug off his shirt. 

He really could use the extra grocery money.

……..

When Elsa came into the drawing studio that day, she was expecting nothing more than the routine she was used to- she and the others would set up their supplies, they would be introduced to a model whose name she'd quickly forget, and then they would draw. Some models were nervous, some cocky- especially the jock types who seemed to believe they were there to show off. But most figured out that none of the artists cared- it was part of what they did. 

But something about the tall, lanky man with his curly red hair drew her attention when he walked in. And when Lexi introduced him as Alarik, she lifted her brows in surprise- that was a Scandinavian name if she'd ever heard one. Certainly not common in the United States.

She brushed her thoughts away- she needed to focus. She busied herself by organizing her supplies, calming herself in the repetitive. By the time she'd finished, Alarik was situated on the couch, robe discarded, and the space heater turned on. Elsa picked up her charcoal and began to sketch. 

She was seated closest to his head, and soon lost herself in the details, especially in catching the wild nature of his curls. Another glance showed that Alarik had fallen asleep- eyes closed and mouth parted slightly. From the bags under his eyes, she guessed he needed it. Elsa paid it no mind, until Alarik started to rcou- off the couch. She stood, intending to say something, do something, when the inevitable happened. 

……….

He hadn't been sleeping well- late nights in the lab or on his computer had seen to that. So when he got settled on the couch, and the space heater was turned on, Alarik knew he was in trouble. It didn't take long for the rhythmic scratching of pencils and charcoal to make his eyes heavy, so very heavy…

He woke to a sharp pain in his head.

It took him several seconds to realize he'd fallen off the couch. The students all stare at him and each other with wide eyes, clearly uncertain of what to do. 

All except one. 

“Here.”

He looked up to see a woman with pale blonde hair and a soft face. Her brilliant blue eyes locked on his momentarily before she averted them and held out his robe. He took it, and accepted her outstretched hand. As he stood and let go, her hand accidentally brushed against his chest, and she snatched it away, blushing furiously. 

He knew he was blushing too. 

“You should go to the clinic. You hit your head pretty hard.”

Alarik finished tying the belt, and touched the spot where his head had struck the ground. He winced- it was tender, and he could already feel a hard lump forming there. 

“You're probably right. Sorry to ruin your class like that.”

The woman chuckled, pointing back to the room he'd gotten undressed in. “Don't worry about it. It certainly keeps things interesting. Why don't you get dressed and I'll walk you to the clinic?”

………..

His message tone played, and Alarik checked his phone.

How's your head feeling today?

He smiled, feeling a warm flush throughout his body. Elsa-he'd learned her name on the walk to the clinic- had promised she'd check in on him in the morning, adding her number to his phone. 

Sore, but I'll live. Pain killers have been my friends. 

Dots danced on the bottom of his phone for a second.

Hopefully it'll get better soon. And it doesn't hurt for much longer.

Alarik's fingers hovered over his phone, his mind racing. Could he do it? Would she be receptive? They'd spent a great deal of time talking about their lives while he waited in the clinic, but he still had just met her. 

Still. 

Before he could talk himself out of it, Alarik typed the question. Just as he sent the message, his phone sounded, and he looked down to realize Elsa had sent a message as well.

He laughed out loud.

Would you be interested in dinner sometime?

Would you like to go out for dinner sometime? 

A pause, and at the same time…

Yes.

[cobrafantasies]

Hello dear! I wanted to do the writer ask game thing. Could you please do either Do Over or Flip Flop for So, This Is Jealousy? If you do Flip Flop, I'd love the scene where they're trying to get Bucky to prove he can flirt and Bucky ends up saying "you're the most handsome guy I've ever seen in my life!" because I love that scene! But if you want to pick a different scene, I'd be happy with that, too, no pressure! Thank you <3

Hi! Thank you for the ask! lol, what a great scene, thanks for picking it out :)

Rewritten from Sam's pov:

"Just pretend the person you like is standing in front of you and tell us what you'd say to them."

Bucky swallows. He looks uncomfortable, but to be fair he always looks uncomfortable. He's not a very relaxed person. And dating should do him good, that's why Sam's pushing it.

"I..." Bucky stutters, peering down.

His cheeks are already blushing, that's something else he does a lot. Goes all red at the smallest comment. Even Hannah has noticed and told Sam she finds it adorable. He never told her he secretly agreed.

"Don't be shy," Hannah pushes, Sam smiles wider at his girlfriend's insistence.

"Just show us what you'd say," Sam presses.

"Bucky, just try it," Hannah pokes again.

"It's not that hard, man," Sam fuels. "Just say something."

They're staring him down and Sam can already see that Bucky's caving. It's a benefit to being partners you can't really explain. He can recognize all these little signs in Bucky's face that give away when his guard is waning.

Sam doesn't tell people how often Bucky gives in to him and how much Sam likes to use that to his advantage. It's all harmless stuff, but Sam enjoys that little power shift nevertheless.

Sam's staring right at Bucky when he sees the walls coming down and his partner's expression changes to something like panic.

It's so sudden, Sam barely has a chance to react before he yells, "You're the most handsome guy I've ever seen in my entire life!"

The room goes dead quiet. Sam's smile falls off his face in shock. It's maybe the first time he's at a total loss of what to say and the air grows so thick in the looming silence.

Sam blinks slowly, trying to process the fact that Bucky just called him attractive. Like more than attractive — the most handsome guy he's ever seen in his life.

"I'm sorry," Bucky says swiftly, backing away a few steps.

Sam can feel Hannah look at him, but Sam's still drawing a blank. He's got nothing. And he feels god-awful because he can see how terrified Bucky looks, how embarrassed.

It's his job to make it better. That's his partner and he's just leaving him hanging. Sam never does this.

"No honey, don't apologize," Hannah steps in.

Sam shakes his head, he has to say something.

"I'm sorry, I just need a minute," Sam finally states.

"I gotta go," Bucky murmurs and runs to his room.

Shit, Sam needs to fix this.

[brooklynisher]

Here's a bunch of old sketchbook doodles I made y'all

Stick around bc this includes my first SPG drawings!! (Before I joined Tumblr)

Riveting start

I'll start off with little drawings I made of myself. And my god do you see what I'm doing with the anatomy? Do you see how tiny those joints are? That's horrific. Why did I build everyone like that? But Yugo is where I began to find my art style. Will love them forever for that. I've got to go back to simple-shaped heads one of these days and blush/eyelashes on everything

We've got some lovely Smile For Me-related doodles. First is a Flower Kid design. Second was not smile for me specifically, but Face Love (by the same devs). And the last two were my earlier attempts at making comics and scenes. Ft. lancer for some reason.

Here are a couple of abandoned OCs. Pretty boy (Basil) is supposed to be yellow. We've all had that OC whose only trait was being a hot person and that's what he was all about. Didn't develop him much in terms of character which is sad because I kinda like his design. He was created when I was doodling random designs in FireAlpaca. I'll have to show the other doodles in a different post (If you are interested).

THIS GUY I WOULD LIKE TO BRING BACK! Might be kinda basic in terms of like "Weird Core" designs but I still love him. His plot keeps changing though because his design is so strange yet so simple to the point where I could put him in just about any world I wanted to had I gotten bored of the old one. Which is silly bc he's just a depressed news anchor man.

Anyway bc of that, Basil used to be his bf, but isn't anymore. He got replaced with fat peppermint man who fun fact: was inspired by the song Brass Goggles BEFORE I even got into SPG and learned what it was about! How silly is that! Peppermint boy is technically my first SPG OC!

She was a fun one, but I abandoned her too. I think she was too influenced by Frye's character from Splatoon. She was a warrior of sorts. Sort of tribal I suppose. She spoke fast, and in her tribe's language, so many people struggled to understand her. She was very bouncy too. Jumping all over the place. If you know Frye, you'll probably notice that they're a bit too similar to each other. That's usually why I abandon my OCs. When they're too similar to another.

Critter I doodled. Not really an OC, but I still think she's cute

Don't ask me about the first guy. The girl was a mii that was born in Tomodachi Life! Her name is Lily. She is the child of Kris (Deltarune) and Hatsune Miku. She looks silly which is why I love her.

I'm Picasso. Kinda vibe with this ngl. Not sure if I could ever turn this into anything though

Here are some low-effort doodles. Enjoyed the design of the big lady more than I thought. I was practicing drawing bigger bodies at the time. Joints are still KILLING ME but it's not bad considering I had the worst anatomy method imaginable

Here are some higher-effort doodles. Aside from the abhorrent anatomy (WHY DOES THE PIG ZOMBIE HAVE TWO DIFFERENTLY SIZED SHOULDERSS????) I quite like these critters. That mermaid girl had lore too. She could control the dead of the sea. She was lowkey evil. Never turned her into anything though. Also, you can see by that guy at the bottom of the first one, that Bunny's art was starting to take an influence on me.

Lots of stuff going on over here but LOOK! MY VERY FIRST SPG FANART! IT'S OF VI POINTING AT AN APPLE AND YELLING AT IT

I was inspired by Bunny to make these monster-ish-looking people

More thingies! There's the goopy robot which I initially drew as a first attempt at drawing a robot, but then I made it black and goopy bc that's what it was giving. The star guy appears and disappears a few times. I think I wanted to keep them, but the design was very similar to LightLazer so I felt a bit weird about drawing them.

More robot shenanigans. First time drawing Rabbit and The Spine! Cannot believe that my first Spine drawing was in a dress oh my god.

More Bunny-inspired drawings and I'm REALLY kinda digging that weird tiny robot critter. Looking at it now, it's kinda like Spring in a few ways, but it's also completely different from Spring in so many other ways. The limbs are retractable. I kinda like this thing actually. I Oughtta do something with it.

These ones are more SPG-specific. You'll have to forgive me, most of these are from memory. Don't ask me why Rabbit looks like David Bowie in the first one.

And finally, some Rabbit and Spine doodles! Rabbit's doing the "Hey Andy Sweetie" meme. I could totally reattempt drawing that today actually.

Anyway, hope you had fun. I did. Ugh this is so sillyy

[ftwdb]

Don't Say Go.

Chapter 11.

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut.

You were still waiting in the bunkhouse after the sun had set. You knew dinner would have been served by now, peering through your window you could see the shapes of the ranchers moving about and getting ready to wind down for the day.

You paced. Unlocked the door and then locked it again. Gave it one more moment of thought then slid the bolt open and stepped outside.

The night air was cool, refreshingly so, but you wished you'd thought to pull on an extra layer. For a moment you looked around, expecting to see Troy coming toward you at any moment. You were left disappointed.

As your stomach began to growl your patience wore thin. Closing your eyes you reached for the feeling in your chest that seemed to know just where Troy was. With a tug it pulled you toward the direction of the main house. You frowned. Troy had said he would collect you from the bunkhouse but it wouldn't be long until there would be nothing but scraps left. With a huff you set your feet toward the canteen, trying not to overthink his lateness. He'd been on patrol all day, had saved a man's life from what you had gathered by the sorry looking figure they'd pulled from the truck. You couldn't really be angry at him for needing time to rest.

Trying to brighten your thoughts you decided to collect two trays of food and take dinner to him instead. You ignored the looks you received as you approached the remaining ranchers who were finishing their meals at the tables outside the canopy. You pretended you could't hear the whispers. Instead you caught the eye of Gretchen Trimbol, and even though you'd been overwhelmed by her non-stop chatter the first time you'd met, she'd seemed nice enough. She certainly didn't treat you with resentment or suspicion, or like a zoo animal to be ogled, like some of the others. She beamed as you approached, trying to return her enthusiasm with a polite smile.

"Well look who it is!" she declared, loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who had so far not noticed your presence.

You smiled through your teeth, "Just me..."

Gretchen shook off your faux shyness and started to pile food onto a plate. "Don't be silly, I was wondering where'd you'd gotten to! I've been meaning to stop by for a visit but Troy's forbidden anyone to bother you so... oh, that reminds me, is it true?"

You looked at her blankly.

"About you. And Troy?" she leaned toward you as if sharing in a conspiracy. "That you're soulmates?"

For some reason you blushed. Why was it such a topic of interest to the ranchers? Soulmates were hardly a something that usually became the subject of fascination, unless some scandal were involved.

Wait. Was there scandal?

"Why do you ask?" you tried to say nonchalantly, your mind racing with possibilities.

Gretchen's eyes widened as she took your reply as confirmation.

"Oh no reason. It's just so wild that anyone could still hope to find their perfect match in all of... this." She gestured randomly around her, her serving spoon flicking some remaining mashed potato to the grass.

"Oops," she grimaced.

You picked up your plate and were about to ask for a second to take to said soulmate as you caught Gretchen's next words muttered quietly.

"...and that it's Troy..."

You froze, confused. Why would it be so unusual for a particular person to find their soulmate? It could happen to anyone, at anytime.

You were unable to ask exactly what she meant by her words when you sensed a figure behind you. Or rather, smelled them. You turned to see Jeremiah Otto peering down his nose at you, wobbling slightly on his feet as the scent of alcohol filled your nostrils. Gretchen muttered some excuse about needing to tend the kitchen as she retreated, leaving you stuck between Otto and the serving table. You grasped your plate of food defensively as his eyes roamed from your face to the quickly cooling plate of vegetables and meat.

"Got your fill?" he said unkindly.

You regarded him with a wary eye. From your short meeting and the clues you'd picked up on when speaking to Jake and Troy you knew Jeremiah was someone who would not tolerate a bad attitude.

It was so hard to keep a courteous tongue in your mouth.

"I was taking a serving to Troy," you said plainly, leaving out the fact that his son had stood you up for your first date.

Jeremiah snorted, "Troy is asleep, snoring like a boar in his room."

You felt your cheeks warming.

"Then he will be hungry when he wakes up."

You tried to move past him, but Otto moved with surprsing swiftness considering the intoxication that had made his eyes glaze over.

"He tells me you're ready to be put to work. Are you?"

You clenched your jaw and tried not to spit out your reply, resenting the fact that he made you sound like a working dog or one of his horses.

"I am."

Jeremiah nodded.

"Then we have a guest in the medical tent whom Jake has volunteered you to take care of."

You frowned. That didn't seem like something Jake would do.

"You can start by taking him something to eat for when he wakes."

You tried to keep your expression under control. He was messing with you, perhaps just trying to keep you from spending time with his son. Maybe even sending you on an errand simply to waste your time. Who knew what motivated bitter old men.

Your smile was empty as you nodded, finally being allowed to sidestep the old man you tried not to make it look like you were running from the eyes that had been watching you as you made your way toward the medical tent.

You caught the sympathetic look Gretchen threw you but chose to ignore her.

You grumbled to yourself as you made your way, deciding to help yourself to a spoonful of potatoes as you walked. It was unlikely the newcomer was fit to eat much, he wouldn't miss one mouthful of the buttery delight that was Gretchen's mother's famous mashed potatoes.

You nodded at one of the uniformed men standing guard as he frowned at you in confusion.

"Otto's orders," you shrugged as you gestured at the plate in your hands. He nodded his consent for you to enter and you pushed aside the flap of the tent and made your way inside. It was empty except for the man lying unnervingly still.

You set down the food on a side table and carefully approached, staring at his chest as you confirmed that he was indeed still breathing. You sighed your own breath of relief. You'd put down the dead before, when running had been no option, but the feel and sound of a knife sliding through the flesh of an ear or eyeball still revolted you. You were glad there would be no need tonight.

There was an IV hooked into his arm. Fresh bandages obscured most of his face as you took in the mess he was in. You took a step closer as you wondered if this was how you had looked, lying half-dead and unrecognisable under the dirt and blood of the wilderness.

A voice behind you made you start.

The man who had been on guard was peering at you through the flap in the tent, "You mind sticking around while I grab something to eat myself? I'm starved and Mike's late for watch."

You blinked before finding yourself nodding on reflex. If you wanted to be welcomed here, to belong, you would need to be helpful. The man was unconscious, tied to the bed, and hardly a threat.

The guard disappeared from view and you wondered briefly were Mike was. Troy had told you a little about him, as had Gretchen upon your first meeting. He was her older brother and Troy's oldest friend from school. He was also the man who had frightened you in the showers at the bunkhouse on your first day and you'd had the fortune to not have to speak to him directly since. There was something about him that left you uneasy, even from a distance.

You started again when a cough caught your attention. The man was gasping, trying to turn on his side as he coughed and gagged some more. You moved quickly, realising if he was sick he would choke on his own vomit. You tried to ease him onto his side as best you could but with both his hands bound to the bed's sides he couldn't hold himself up enough to stop himself falling back against the pillows.

You looked around for something sharp. He was tied with plastic zip ties and freeing him of one so he could roll into his side and vomit onto the floor was your only option.

You grabbed up a pair of scissors that had been left beside a roll of bandages and cut him free, pushing him onto his side as bile began to pour from his mouth. You dropped the scissors and tried to reassure him as he writhed, trying to throw up on an empty stomach was painful. His skin was hot and clammy even beneath his clothes.

Eventually he stopped, rolling onto his back again as he panted for breath and tried to cough out what sounded like a thank you.

You offered to find him some water as his uncovered eye focused on your face and began to widen in recognition.

You realised now that the wounds to his face appeared to be burns, and not from sun exposure.

You both froze. Time seemed to stop as your chest pounded with fear. An icy cold swept over you as your mind saw past the bandages, past the sore pink skin that was exposed and into the eye of a face you'd thought you would never see again.

"You..." the man began to utter.

You stumbled back but he moved his loose hand to grab hold of the front of your shirt.

"You!"

You tried to pull free, panic overtaking your senses as the pounding of your heart became a beacon in your chest. You felt it pulsing, could almost feel the waves it sent out as if searching... calling for help.

You finally screamed.

The man sneered, finding the strength in your fear to pull you against him so your face was against his. He hissed into your ear.

"You... did this. You killed him... tried to... kill me."

You squeezed your eyes tight as memory overtook you.

Your parents were gone. A man and his son, barely more than a teenager really, offered to take you back to a safe place they'd found for his wife and daughter.

You weren't stupid but when he'd shown you a photograph of them together as a family you'd foolishly believed them to be no threat.

You could still hear the sound of the lock turning on the door. Your clothes being torn from your body as hands pinned you down.

Days passed. They only left you unbound because they'd believed you too weak to try and escape or fight back after being starved and brutalised over and over. They were right. You were too weak to fight, but not too weak to take the bottle of whisky they'd fallen asleep sharing and sprinkle over rags you surrounded them with. You stole what little supplies they had whilst they snored, including a set of matches.

One left. It was like a sign.

It was as you'd struck the match and stared at the flickering flame that you heard a sound. The son had woken and was looking at you in confusion, too slow in his drunken stupor to realise what was about to happen. You dropped the match on the wet rags and fled as the fire licked its way up their legs.

Their screams followed you as you ran, forcing your legs to carry you even as your body screamed to stop. From a distance you saw the smoke rising into the sky, disappearing amongst the clouds.

You set your sights east, some feeling within you whispering that that was the way to go...

"You deserved it," you snarled, anger suddenly bursting from you like the very flames that had left him scarred.

Your hand felt around for the scissors you had dropped, had stupidly used to cut him free.

You plunged them into his neck as he was about to speak again. His words came out as a wet gasp as his fingers loosened on your shirt and you stumbled back. He gazed at you in shock as his free hand clasped at the gaping wound on his neck and you realised how the only other man who'd dared try to hurt you had shared that same expression when you'd cut his throat too.

You dropped the scissors, wet and sticky with blood, as your blood thundered in your ears. You didn't wait to see the life leave the man's eyes. You turned on your heel and fled, knocking the tray of food to the floor as you burst from the tent and ran into the night.

[scyphosunny]

wasn't planning on doing it , but , vargastober day 9 was posted !

i knew for a fact i'd skip day 8 or 9 . either of them . the prompts were just too similar , and even if i already explained that i had different things in mind for both of these i still couldn't find references i liked . i would still fail , too . . .

still , i had two references set for nothing . i remember having this concept in mind and wanted to search for a random reference to use it but i also didn't want a background . told myself i'd just make it a black void and fixed but still ! found something i liked more .

mm . . . i'm sleepy and i didn't write any notes . . .

i watched the new tadc chapter with nyne , then talked to brusk for a while and i did manage to get the smallest sketch ever .

of course i had to draw his face . glad i did , he looks so pretty . you know i like a sketch when i add freckles or blush to it lulz

then took a break , got distracted talking to ai bots and i didn't pick this up until past midnight . 2AM maybe .

i usually take a long time drawing , and i just had less than two hours to finish it ! it wasn't anything super complicated , so maybe i could get it done ? or finish it next day . any of them worked just fine .

still , i kept working on it ! just watched some random vids on yt , added some text from chapter 8 . . . i remember just opening the whole fic and searching the word empty . then i browsed through it until i found a paragraph i liked lol . had to add the same text twice ! just for it to take enough space . god , csp didn't like the text . it was lagging a lot , so i get paranoid and save the canvas just in case the app crashes . i try to modify the text once again and the app crashes . SO CLOSE . once i finished the drawing , it was almost 4AM and my honest reaction was to look at it , smile , sigh and say

god . i told myself i wouldn't stress too much about these but here i am looking at my piece and thinking god this is lame and not worth posting

okay . i've made some great pieces so far ! specially the first two . i really think i outdid myself with those . so , getting everything with the same quality level is HARD as someone that keeps on insisting can't think properly . i swear . so i just look at this one like man ts is straight buns

i don't remember how ? but i just got this idea of adding a tv screen effect . might look super cool . even if it makes no sense . hahahaha . alright i already said this most of these will just , look cool . ough . so i go to alight motion , search for a tutorial on tiktok and add it to the drawing . looks slightly better ! i think

i added a tv frame on it but i don't think it's like , super noticeable considering everything's pretty dark already .

so , this is how it looked at first !

and . well . i still thought it was lame . i go to twitter , post about it . . . hawker encouraged me to post it so i was like alright mmmmaybe i will ? something i do like about this version is that i was able to add some smart blur on the picture . i've been a smart blur enthusiast since i edited kpop pictures back in 2020 lolz makes everything soft and hazy . i really love it . also , the tv effect is much more noticeable here , now that there's not that much movement going on .

i keep looking at it and i'm like . . . . . . i'll try to get it better . maybe add actual static on the face . that would be cool . before going to bed i exported everything in separate pieces , the background and the character in png . should work ! then i'm like hey but i also need to have a bit of transparency on the background if i want to stack the pic above the static thing . okay . i screenrecord a video from youtube with the shittiest wifi ever considering it was now past 4:30AM and i was in bed already , add the effect , get it red and realize that idk how i liked it better , export the thing , change the pic i used first time i edited the gif to avoid adding all of the effects again and well that should work . well , alight motion didn't like this . i already had trouble trying to export butterfly ,

FILE TOO POWERFUL , i guess . i spent some time trying to get it to export and eventually it did . so , now we have this version !

the static thing did made such a big difference . it also made more sense this way , why add the effect in the first place ? looked so pointless and out of place . so having more movement going on in the whole thing helped a lot . i removed his glasses , added some shading on his clothes and ta-dah ! should be everything !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤshould be everything

FORGOT THE SHADING ON HIS NECK . UUUGGHH

i'd just fix it after waking up .

next day , both brusk and meta told me the thing was really cool and that i should post it so i just thought about it for a while . whatever . . . it was already done ! so why not post it ? i added the shadow and exported it . sssso now , for REAL we have the finished gif !

i honestly don't think it's that terrible anymore . still kinda lame . this one was originally for nothing , but works great with empty too . so i just posted it under that prompt . LOLOL i did end up doing nothing for day 8 . great . i didn't really care for tumblr ruining the quality , like it did with butterfly . this one isn't really about having great quality .

i'm sleepy . what else . . .

idk if i'll work on lies . i thought i wouldn't , but i checked on the thing i got to get my ideas together and i do have a reference set for that one , so it looks like i'll have to wake up early . UGH today i knew i wouldn't work on a piece so i tried to get myself to sleep past 12 and i woke up at 11 . I'M ALREADY SLEEPY AND IT'S JJJUST 1:30AM . i'm actually considering going to sleep earlier today because hawker won't come to twitter tonight . i'll miss her . don't tell her , but first time she had to stay away from social media to focus on school , i had a super bad meltdown and i cried myself to sleep because she wasn't there . i really enjoy talking with her ! it's one of the best parts of my day . she's chinese , so i need to wait until 4AM so she gets back from school and we get like 30 minutes to talk before i fall asleep . she's just the sweetest , i swear ! so endearing and nice . i really like her . and , i started waking up earlier recently to try and take care of vargastober's pieces before 3:9999999999999999AM and that small thing actually threw my whole internal schedule off . it's annoying , because i get sleepy as soon as i lie down in bed and i don't get to talk to her . i keep struggling to even write a good night text . ssssigh !

anyway . . . right know i think i'll work on a small sketch for a birthday gift i want to make for a friend . i've been wanting to draw her william design for so long now ! and today's her birthday , so i'll make a small sketch . . . god , i also need to take care of brusk's bday gift . WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN IN OCTOBER !!!!!! i already have three more parties to attend throughout the month . one of them is mlp themed lolz

might be all . see you later !

edit : i said i'd draw william for my friend and here it is lolz

[joz-yyh]

Hiii I've been reading your fanfic -Blighted Hearts- and I like it!! Lovely the way you portray Bigby/Damian relationship :D

Hello, anon!!! 👋💕 Thank you so much for reading! It really means a lot to me that you're enjoying it! 😭💗💌 Here's a little excerpt of an upcoming chapter for being so sweet!! 😚

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Bigby hears a voice, their words sharp and clear, carried by the wind.

It draws his attention, everything projected by the brisk quiet of the outside, especially when it was Baldwin’s dignified baritone speaking out into the air. He doesn’t pay the context much mind, not until another soul joins in, his eardrums twitching with the sound.

Could it be? Had Damian returned?

Bigby is up from his spot, peering through the set of branches overlooking the church, seeing the two enrobes figures just down the hill.

Their exchange doesn’t last long, the leper welcoming the flagellant back, lowering his voice to convey less pleasant news, consoling a crestfallen Damian with a hand on his shoulder. 

Baldwin turns, heading back inside, out of sight, the flagellant lingering, unable to move as if petrified into stone.

Bigby doesn’t know what to make of this feeling, his heart more in control than his head, his legs kicking up a torrent of leaves as he tramples down the slope of terrain just as fast as his two feet can carry him. 

The priest hears him coming, turning toward the wolfboy’s audacious train of ecstatic reception.

“Bigby,” Damian smiles, his face lighting up as if woken from an unpleasant dream, “you're here! Baldwin told me you'd gone.”

The flagellant holds his arms out, stepping up to meet him in a friendly embrace, but Bigby doesn't stop, he barrels into him, knocking the air out of them both, bringing a rush of foliage to sweep around their ankles.

Bigby is laughing, out of breath as he holds the flagellant closely. “I … I thought so too, but I … couldn't. Not without seeing you.”

“Ah, then I apologize you must see me like this.” 

Trudging around in the blarney deep for a week, covered in fish guts and salt brine didn’t make for the most appealing invitation for a hug. His smell and appearance must be incredibly off-putting to anyone, much less a werewolf with a sensitive nose. 

Bigby is quick to correct him, hardly noticing, “No, no it's fine. Any state is fine.”

A blush is threatening to spread across his cheeks, practically nuzzling his face against the man's chest because he missed him so much more than he thought he would. 

“All I could do was think of you,” the flagellant says, honored to have him so close, revealing more than he probably should, “I told myself, that I was protecting you, keeping you safe. It helped get me through.”

“I don't need protecting,” Bigby mumbles, even as he clutches hands around the taller man's back, terrified he would be ripped away from him again.

Beneath all the layers of ocean, he can still pick up Damian’s scent of earth and amber, wants to drown himself in it.

“Don't you,” Damian asks weakly, holding him back just as fiercely.

The wolfboy buries his head in a threadbare shoulder, as much as he can with the flagellant’s iron collar wrapped around his neck, wanting to get closer, match skin for skin.

“Maybe I do.”

They stay locked together, starving for each other’s touch, an indeterminate amount of time passing, long enough for Bigby to ask, “Should we let go?”

“Do you want to?”

The sound of the other man’s husky voice so close to his ear, feeling his breath as it passes, the depth of intonation, makes him blush twofold.

“Others might find it strange,” Bigby says, unbudging despite the loose objection.

“Let them.”

Damian says it so freely, as if they’re the only two that mattered in any of this. The morbid priest pulls back, gliding a hand over his gangly scruff in gentle repetitions, their eyes meeting. “I think if anything, they will only feel badly for you. Trapped inside a madman’s fantasies.”

The emotion in Bigby is bright, accepting, giving him the courage to say more.

“Reynauld and Sarmenti … they do not see it proper that I stay here.”

[artemisrogers]

Stone Cold Crazy Lars Ulrich x OC (age gap, food, Vanilla play and Load/Reload era)

Diamond Newsted doesn't know how to express the feelings she has for Lars. When she ends up seeing Lars kissing Kirk she shuts herself in, but little does Diamond realize the truth gets revealed.

I couldn't be any more uncomfortable with everything right now. My social anxiety was high and I fiddled with my fingers. I was sitting next to James and across from Kirk at the restaurant, while Lars was at the end of the table in the booth in a chair. Dad sat next to Kirk and everyone was talking to each other. It was a few hours after the concert so the energy was still high. I mixed my drink again for the fifth time in the past 30 mins I've been in here!

Of course I had to distract myself from the fact that Lars was here. I really liked Lars but of course I'm too much of a scary cat to tell him or anyone that, not even Dad. Dad shot me a look asking with his eyes if I'm ok? I gave him a soft smile and felt my stomach drop when I heard Lars' cute laugh, at some corny joke Kirk made. I just wanted to eat and get out of here at this point, as I let my hair fall in my face to hide my blush. One day I'll confess.

After a late dinner and a few drinks we finally took the bus back home. I was about to sit in my seat when I looked back at Lars. I saw what I was hoping wouldn't happen, as Kirk kissed Lars once right on his pink lips. Sitting down a little too hard I winced in pain as I felt my tailbone hit the plastic on the seat. James shot me a look of confusion at my actions.

Great.

Lars kissed Kirk. Kirk! I felt an emotion that I didn't think existed as I glared daggers out the window. I didn't want him to be with Kirk, Lars was supposed to be my man! My little Dainish man, but no I had to keep my mouth shut like a bitch. Once we got home I went upstairs a little bit too fast hoping no one noticed. I closed my door and cursed when I heard it slam shut. Shit, I just had to draw attention to myself and let people know I'm hurt and jealous.

Listening for any signs of people coming twoaefs my room. I decided to go to my dresser and open the one drawer I had, specifically for if I was stressed, in a bad mood, or just hungry. Sometimes I either don't or forget to eat. I took out my can of wip cream and a thing of tapioca pudding. I sat back on my bed and enjoyed my little treat shaking the can of wip cream and squeezing the fluffy food on the pudding. I know that Dad and everyone knows I have snack and shit like that in my room, but I still feel self conscious about it.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I had my dessert. About fifteen minutes go by and I'm on my third pudding so I know I'm stressed out like a cat and a vacuum cleaner. I almost dropped my spoon and empty pudding cup when, I heard a knock on my door. Quickly shoving the closed wip cream under my blankets and tossing the spoon and cups in my bin to kick under my bed. I gave whoever it was permission to come in.

I swallowed softly as Lars Opened my door. I could never get over how handsome he was! Those blue eyes always full of emotions and thoughts. Perfect lips that I crave to taste. I pulled myself back to reality as to not give him any hints of how much I wanted him in that moment. I felt the jealousy hit me like a freight train and almost said something.

"Hey Diamond you have a couple of minutes?"

"Y-yeah what's up?" I stuttered.

"Well it's kinda important. I know it's kinda gonna sound crazy and shit, but I can't ignore how I feel around you anymore." He said running his fingers through his hair nervously his cheeks turning a bright pink. It dawned on me that he was confessing his feelings for me. Right to my face!

"You l-like me?!"

"Yes Diamond, a lot more than you think. I can't stop staring at you, it's like your a magnet towards me. Pulling me in and falling harder for you." Lars said smiling sheepishly.

That's when my intrusive thought kicked in and I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Quickly pulling away I blushed red as a tomato. Lars' eyes widened for a sec then he softly chuckled at my kiss. What I didn't expect was for him to get up and close the door quietly, nevermind locking it as well. I looked down my heart beating fast as a rabbit. I felt him sit back on the bed and grab my chin making me look up at him.

"Look at me darling, I know what's going on behind those beautiful eyes of yours. I'm more than willing to do that if you're comfortable with that."

I couldn't believe what he just offered to me. My hips shifted as I scooted a little bit to him. Completely forgotten about the wip cream can I jump. Lars caught a glimpse of the lump under my comforter and smirked. Fuck even his smirk was hot! I felt myself clench my thighs as I bit my lip.

"Hiding something I should know about?"

"Just um...a wip cream can." I said my voice cracking softly.

Lars laughed softly at my little display as he pulled back the sheets and grabbed the can. My eyes watched curiously at his movements. Lars grabbed my left arm and pulled up my sleeve of my shirt, exposing my forearm to him. He sprayed a little line of whip cream on my forearm and leaned down to slowly lick it off me. I gasped softly feeling his warm tongue slide up my forearm.

"You like that lille blomst?" Lars said speaking dainish.

Little flower.

I nodded my words stuck in my throat. He took that as a yes from me and tiled my head and pushed my hair back so my neck was exposed to him. I licked my dry lips my breath shallow. Again he put some on my neck and began to suck my neck this time. A moan escaped me, my nipples hardened under my top. Lars pulled away and traced the mark he made on my neck.

"So fucking responsive to me. I have a feeling you like it rough."

"I'm not sure. I-im still new to all of this." I confessed. Lars' eyes showed me that he understood what I meant.

"You're a virgin? Or you never had experience with a Dom before?"

"I'm not a virgin. I just never been with someone this kinky before."

"Ah I understand, well how about this? We'll start vanilla for the first time, then work up to rough sex in the future ja?" Lars said as his hand ran down my chest.

I nodded and feeling bold took the whipped cream can from him. I looked in his eyes as if asking permission to even look at him. Lars chuckled and held out his arm. I sprayed some on like he did and licked it off his forearm, causing a soft moan to come out of him. I felt him pull me into his lap as I straddled his hips. He leaned in and kissed me deeply his tounge seeking entrance in my mouth.

His taste is just as good as I imagined it would be! Sweet from the whip cream with a hint of whiskey from earlier. I felt his hands go under my shirt and run down my spine. I felt the heat of my pussy and pulse of my clit, causing me to moan softly against his neck. Lars growled softly in my ear as he unclasped my bra underneath my shirt.

"Such a good girl. Let me take care of you tonight." Lars said as he pulled out my white strapless bra.

A soft moan left my lips again when I felt my hard nipples, stick up after being covered up. I need to feel him inside me. Lars grinded his hips against me eliciting a whimper when I felt, his erection. Lars said something to me in Dainish again. I loved hearing him speak his native tongue.

"I need you Lars."

"I need you too lille blomst." Lars said his voice was rough with need.

Sitting me back on the bed he stripped down to his boxers, giving me a good view of his body. I wanted to touch and explore him so badly that, I made grabby hands like a child with their parents. I heard Lars make a clicking noise wagging his finger at me. I let out a whiny noise at his denying, I knew he was teasing me trying to get me riled up.

"Strip."

"Y-yes sir." I said as I pulled off my top and bottoms leaving my damp pink panties on.

I heard him hiss softly as his eyes raked my body. I'm not much to look at with my small breasts and kinda fat but still flat tummy. I whimpered his name loudly as he grabbed both my breasts, squeezing and running his rough fingers over my nipples. I was practically soaked in my panties as he kissed and nipped my skin.

"Fuck your gorgeous lille blomst. I can't wait to taste you."

"hah ngh Lars."

"Aw so needy! Just the way I like my submissives." He teased slowly pulling my panties off exposing my wet pussy.

He groaned his breath hot against my cunt. I wanted to see what was under his boxers.

I put my hands on his back, his skin soft and warm. I moaned his name loudly when I felt his tongue plunge into my cunt's wetness. In and out he lapped up my juices, making me make all kinds of sounds I didn't think would come out of me. I hoped that no one could hear us. My nails dug into his back and I moaned his name as I came hard.

"Mmm you taste so good when you cum baby. I can't wait any longer."

Lars sat up and pulled his boxers down his hard cock standing at the ready. Fuck he's big! I clenched my thighs again my breathing in short gasps. Lars gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open wide. I whimpered my clit swollen and my pussy glistened. I heard him groan in the back of his throat.

"Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry I'll be gentle Lillie blomst." Lars said as he got in-between my legs and pushed inside me slowly.

I moaned as I adjusted to his size and girth. Once I was comfortable he slowly thrusts his hips hitting my g-spit every time. I finally was having sex with him, my danish boy. I gripped his shoulders trying to push him deeper in only to, feel him gripped my hips tightly. He thrusted faster still gentle with me and his soft grunts and my sounds filled my room.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum. Ohh fuck!" Lars moaned as he let out a grunt as I felt his dick pulsing inside me.

As he filled me up both of us heard a knock at the door making me panic. Lars shushed me thrusting once finishing emptying his load inside me. I heard the door open and Kirk swearing. I tried not to breath and Lars kissed my neck helping me relax.

"Jesus Christ Lars! Y'all know what a lock is?!"

"Aw shucks maybe I forgot."

"You know what nevermind I'll talk to you later." Kirk said mumbling under his breath as he closed the door. Both of us softly laughed as he pulled his softening cock out of me. I was happy that this happened to me. I felt Lars kissing my lips as I kissed him back.

"You want to go for round two?"

"Y-yes please!"

[lanaevyssmoved]

I've been meaning to play coral island after I finish my time at sandrock, have you heard of that one yet? Anyway it looks so fun, after I'm done skipping around in the desert it's time for a beach vacation hell yeah!

Also, please look up Burgess from my time at sandrock, he's my fucking boyfriend. He's tall, round and sweet as can be with his little freckles. I love him so much. Who is your fav in coral island so far?

i've not played my time at sandrock but i have heard of it! i'm not really into deserts, so i never really felt a draw to play it honestly dlskdfg my time at portia has more appeal to me!!

OMG HES SO YELLOW .. I LOVE HOW RED HIS NOSE IS AND THE FRECKLES.. he's so cute........ i had no idea the game had such cute character design.... i see the appeal...........................

in terms of MY FAVOURITES...!!!!!!! i'm only gonna pick romance options because this game has so many characters. EXCEPT ONE there's a standout npc.. anyone who knows me well will know who that is.. alphabetical order except for the npc

charles - i really love town doctors in these games and i love gingers and freckles and he gives me harvey sdv vibes but hes a lil less strict and a lil more hypocritical and i really enjoy that. he literally wont take his hayfever pills but constantly sneezes from it!!! he's so stupid and smart at the same time <3

kenny - kenny has literally made me tear up. he's my highest heart and his dialogue gets so whimsical and beautiful.. bro sees poetry in the wind and the call of birds. he is so in love with nature and the world but not enough to stand in the rain and get soaked <3 he's really sweet and his best friend is a cow called bessie i mean cmon

noah - noah is adorable and i love his relationship with his family... i especially love how close he is with his mother betty and i really want to be a better farmer to make his life easier.. when he asks me to grab some flowers to help him out even a lil bit i will bring him 50 bouquets

rafael - he's so cute and passive and gentle.. gentle giant trope.. i love his rolling eyes face when he complains and i love that he says magic stuff isnt real but he would like if it was because it would be cool... i love that he likes horror movies and hes so gentle with his niece and respectful of suki's parenting and and and... HES SOOO BABYYYYYYYYY

raj - they/them rep ofc i'm into it... i haven't gotten far with raj yet but i got that one dialogue where they tell you their full name and you can compliment it and if you do the BLUSH EXPRESSION... i really wanna get to know raj better....... i would also like to supply ur coffee beans raj can we discuss this

scott - my partner calls scott a grave robber and he robbed my heart yeah <3 scott is the enemy (white man who works for a museum and wants to display artefacts from other cultures) but scott is also flirt at 1 hearts and has multiple story cutscenes all about him so you get to know him and spend time with him faster than anyone and its like he's purposely trying to entice me. bro called me dear, lovely, asks if i've noticed he's been lifting weights, CHARLES SAYS HE HAS TO REMIND SCOTT TO EAT, SLEEP AND SHOWER.... idk man he's a fucking mess and i really need him

surya - SURYA IS SO CUTE AND I LOVE THE DYNAMIC OF BEING THE TWO NEWEST IN TOWN... i love the ocean stuff so i'm naturally drawn to him and his science and mission on the island.. when u gift him a liked item bro can't even look u in the eye he's blushing up a storm like BRO IS INTO YOU... his lil tv event was so cute and my mind is full of surya being too shy to act on his feelings.. ahhhhh..........

AND LASTLY THE NPC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

betty - EVERY SINGLE GAME LIKE THIS I FALL IN LOVE WITH THE LIL OLD LADY!!!!!!!! she spends all her time refilling bird feeders!! she likes to educate the kids on the coral reefs!!!!! she loves to go on walks and stretch lightly with noah!!!!!! she bakes!!!!! she is so patient and kind with everyone!! BUT SHES THE LOUDEST AND ANGRIEST WHEN PUFFERFISH MOVES IN!!!!!!!!! GET EM MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! see i'm never into having kids in these games but the thought of marrying noah and having children to give betty some grandkids... man man man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if there's like some junimo equivalent in this game (don't spoil if there is plsy) they will be ultimate favourites as well ^_^

there are some romance options i do like but i don't know well enough or haven't been drawn in enough to like them a lot and i'll list them here quickly

alice

ben

eva

luke

mark

pablo

suki

i do like the look of nina but i haven't met her yet.. and denali is <3 but i also haven't really met the merfolk yet only the first meeting!! honestly i do think they're all cute.. and i might be surprised like how most people hate haley but her romance is one of the ultimates in sdv.... like i've gotten two events with luke now and he's quickly racing up to favourites but not quite there yet.... who knows......!!!!!!!!!!

[giransbunnywife]

Trouble in Paradise: Relationship HC's

Just some general cute headcanons for my ship with Sully! I've been thinking about him a lot lately, and we're rewatching all of the trilogy again. So I can't help myself but ramble about my fucking favorite old man lmao~ You can find out more about their relationship in my good doc (currently a wip I'll post in the upcoming weeks, hopefully), but for now I have a refsheet of my Uncharted insert -> here!!

♡♡ Warning(s): highly suggestive mentions throughout, self insert x canon, fluff ♡♡

Their relationship started off as a casual hookup that was on and off for several months. The timeframe is incredibly iffy, considering the fact that they're both busy and could only see each other whenever they were both in town. Violet was the first to technically develop feelings, however some could argue that Sully had felt something more since the moment that they met.

Everything about them in the early days screamed old married couple in the way that they bantered and bickered, especially leading up to the first official date they had. Even after they get together it's still very much the same, though once they are married much later, it's very gushy and romantic.

Sully loves to call them random pet names throughout their adventures, especially given the reactions that they give. He tends to lean towards a few: Sweetheart, Sugar, Gorgeous, Darlin'

Some honorable mentions include: Kitten 🤢, Honey, Angel, Pretty Lady, Buttercup

Nicknames for him include: Baby, Handsome, Love (very intimate moments)

Violet sketches him a lot in their notebook, which started early on in their adventures and meeting each other. He wasn't fully aware of this until during a particular job when they accidentally dropped it near a puddle. He caught it just in time, catching a glimpse on the drawings before he handed it back. Since then he never let them live it down.

He likes to pull them in by their lower back just before he kisses them, or when he's intensively flirting with them. It's a telltale sign that he's feeling rather playful, which only gets them blushing like hell.

When Violet plays hard to get it entices him even more, especially given that they don't even try for that long. Just enough for him to tease them and have them wrapped around his fingers as fast as he can help it. The coaxing is the best part for him (and them).

The man absolutely loves their giggle. So much so that he is doing anything and everything to hear it over and over again. Doesn't matter where they are or what they are doing, he’s gonna have them giggling as loud as they can. And he’s incredibly proud of himself too. Prides himself on how good he is at getting it out of them. Especially in such a cute way.

They'll steal his shirts a lot and wear them without him even being fully aware, not that he’ll complain when they show up with it on. And he’s definitely staring at them the entire time. Noticing that they are wearing nothing underneath it and leaving a lot of buttons undone just to tease him.

Sully spoils the hell out of them both affectionately and materialistically, making sure that they always have everything they could ever want. Whether that's a brand new bag that they have been eyeing, or a movie that they have been dying to see. He is jumping at the chance to do it for them, especially if it means seeing that beautiful smile on their face.

This does mean that he is calling up Nate for some more opportunities to make money now that he has Violet to spoil rotten. Making for a lot of interesting conversations about how they're costing him hell, but in the best of ways.

Even though they got out on their fair share of extremely romantic destination dates, they do have plenty of romantic nights in that they share whenever they can. Having takeout while talking about their lives, sharing stories and putting on some show that they only watch together.

Sully enjoys hearing them ramble about their favorite topics, especially when it comes to their passions. He could listen for hours while they info dump, enjoying the sparkle in their blue eyes. The one time in which he is the most silent is when they are in this particular mood, and the smile never leaves his face.